#Ran imagines

[miniimight]

❝ I LIKE YOU... / I KNOW. ❞ your confession doesn't shock 'em one bit

with mikey, ran, rindou + very nervous!reader (toman timeline)

notes just a wholesome confession scene lol mikey's just as much as a nervous idiot as you are, ran is ... ran, and rindou is also an idiot . also i promise im working on requests i have like seven to work through sobs

it's not like it was hard.

he always felt your eyes on him: passing you in a hallway, in class (which he barely attended, but found himself showing up just to watch you suffer), randomly bumping into each other while out with friends... at first, he didn't care. he had a lot of attention going for him and he thought of you as another drop in the bucket.

but then he found himself paying attention to you.

when you weren't not-so-secretly pining over him, you were looking out the classroom window, a peaceful expression on your face that told him that you were about to fall asleep. or maybe you were with your friends, smiling widely as you exchanged snacks. or maybe you were giggling, your face on fire as your friends helped you craft some kind of candygram.

whatever he caught you doing, he found it endearing. and he couldn't escape it. but for reputation's sake, he tried to hide his adoration and amusement underneath his tough guy exterior. that quickly broke when you finally approached him.

your friends peeking from the hallway behind you both, you gently tapped his arm and your heart almost stopped functioning from nerves.

he cast an uninterested look over his shoulder, eyebrows raised. it was you. "hm?" internally, he was intrigued; he never thought you'd actually come up to him.

"i, uh..." you bit your lip, trying to shock yourself into calming down, but your heart still echoed in your chest.

"did you need something?"

"i'm sorry!" you exclaim suddenly, squeezing your eyes shut as you thrust the snack into his hand. "i like you!"

MIKEY

mikey's heart skipped a beat. "i know."

"uhm..." you whined softly, your body on fire. this was so embarrassing. "okay, bye!" you quickly spun around, hoping that he'd forget it the moment you disappeared around the corridor. he knew?! he KNEW? the fuck did that mean?? WHY DID YOU LEAVE SO FAST?

"wait," mikey's hand gripped your wrist. you squeaked and tried to pull away, but that only caused you to drift closer to him. his own face was dusted pink. "thanks for the snack."

you cast your eyes to the ground. "yeah, i know you're always eating it, so..."

mikey smiled, his grip softening into a delicate hold. he would never dream of giving up a chance to be with the one he'd been yearning for ever since he noticed your starry eyes on him. "wanna ride around with me?"

your eyes lit up and you sent a excited look to your friends. turning back to him as you both walked to his bike, you nervously asked, "so, you said you knew?" you asked, dreading the answer.

mikey smirked, his eyes lidded as he teased you. "yeah, s'not like you were good at hiding it."

"ugh, seriously?" you cringed, hiding your face in your hands. mikey's chuckle brought your eyes to peek over your fingers.

"it's okay, it was... cute." his voice grew quieter, like he was a little embarrassed to admit it.

you blinked at him before you truly processed his words, your heart bursting. "what?!"

mikey looked everywhere except you. "you—you heard what i said! just—come on." he grabbed your hand and ran over to his bike. his hand gripped the top of your head and you were so confused until he pulled a helmet out and slotted it over you. he clasped the buckle under your chin.

he stared at you for a moment before smiling with adoration. your face felt warm as butterflies filled your stomach.

"heh." he giggled, holding the sides of the helmet so that you couldn't hide your face from him. "cute."

as time went on, mikey wasn't so bashful when expressing his love for you.

RAN

he grinned. "ohhhh, i know." he dragged out his triumphant proclamation. "i know."

your face burned and you didn't know what to say to that. so, you bailed. "uh... okay? see you around!" you quickly turned. he knew? why'd he have to say it like that?

it took a moment to realize he was following you.

"so, where are we going?" he asked, tossing the snack package up in the air and catching it. "s'okay if it's far, i got a ride."

you stopped dead in your tracks, bewildered. "what?"

he cocked his head to the side, a calm smile on his face. "aren't we going out?"

you nearly screamed at the suggestion, not expecting this from him at all. "i—no??" you shoved your face into your hands. "i don't know!"

he laughed, captivated by how flustered you were. ran was a guy who liked to sweet talk and see his effect on others, and your reactions were just too good. "come on, i know you've been wanting some time alone with me for a while. you're not so secretive."

you groan and shy away from him. peeking from behind your hands, you meekly asked "was it that obvious?"

he grinned. "yeah. but all the better for me, right?" he put an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to his side and leading you out the school. "knowing i got a pretty thing like you thinking about me all day."

you rolled your eyes, finally starting to come down from the high of your confession. "it wasn't all day."

ran smiled, so tempted to respond with well, that was the case for me, but he figured you'd probably faint. he'd save that for the next time.

RINDOU

"i know." he blurted out before he could think of something better to say. for all the bones he broke, rindou's resolve was weak. but he was good at faking it.

he could tell you were confused, not expecting his response.

you fidgeted with your fingers before you finally spoke up, your face burning. "uh... okay..?" how the hell is anyone supposed to respond to that.

rindou panicked internally, rubbing the back of his neck as he sighed. "are you free right now, or what?"

your eyes lit up as your downcast gaze snapped to look at him. "i am."

a smile cracked on rindou's face as he chuckled with amusement. "then, let me take you out."

"really?!" sure, it wasn't the most glamorous thing to say, but you couldn't help it. you were excited.

"yeah. i mean, you did buy me a snack, so." he held up the package proudly. "gotta return the favor, right? come on, i got a ride."

you tried to hide how triumphant you felt as you followed him diligently. he was awkward, not possessing the same level of finesse his older brother did. like, what does he say to you??

"so..." you started, taking the lead.

oh, thank god. he let out the breath he didn't know he was holding.

"you said you knew?" you mumbled, making a point to avoid his stare. "was it obvious?"

he smirked. "yeah, it was very obvious." you winced, but he continued. "don't worry. it was interesting."

you twisted up your lips in a cringe. "interesting as in a good way, or...?"

rindou racked his brain. ran was always good at thinking on the spot—what would he say? his lips moved before he could stop them. "interesting as in i couldn't stop thinking about you."

you both stared at each other—rindou in absolute shock of what just left his lips and you, completely flustered. your heads whipped away from looking at each other, lips pressed in a tight line as a million different thoughts ran through them. rindou was sure he creeped you out, but then he heard you giggle.

he looked back at you, reading every inch of your expression. you smiled softly. "that was so cheesy."

you kept on laughing to yourself, somehow enamored by his stupid line and he knew he was flying off the deep end.

© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3

[tobifuyu]

New hair, who dis?

Ran Haitani x f!reader

After years of friendship, Ran is growing and maturing right in front of your eyes but you cannot bring yourself to accept what change brings about.

cw: nsfw, mdni, basically porn with plot, friends to lovers, reader is oblivious, ran is a simp, rindou is so done, masturbation, mirror sex, use of sex toys, hair kink ig, lots of pet names.

wc: 9,7k

a/n: gosh this is way too long I’m so sorry I just have too many ideas and once I start writing I cannot stop myself. many more fics to come, I have a long list of fantasies to satisfy. also, we stan simp ran in this house.

One thing you were not expecting when opening the door of your apartment that evening was for Ran to walk in looking like a completely different person.

You wouldn’t even have recognized him if it weren’t for his purple eyes staring down at you with their ever-present mischievous glint.

Lately, his lanky body has been filling out the new suits he’s wearing in a delicious way, and the time he’s been putting in at the gym, even if reluctantly, is visibly paying off.

You notice he has removed the transparent plaster from the fresh tattoo on his neck, black ink a stark contrast against his pale skin.

There’s something else missing, and the sight is so unsettling that for a moment you think about closing the door on his face.

Who is this man staring back at you? If this is Ran, why are his infamous braids gone?

“Ran, what the fuck?”

“I can explain!” He puts his hands up, gesturing at you to let him come in, and you move out of his way automatically as you take him in from different angles.

The door gets closed behind your back and Ran wraps your wrist in one of his big hands to steer you to your couch in the center of the living room. You’re both silent as you sit down, your eyes fixed on the damage.

“I cut my hair.”

“I can fucking see that!” The smug grin that was stretching his pretty lips slowly fades at the agitation in your voice. The thing is that you don’t understand why you feel so distraught.

It shouldn’t matter, right? It’s not like he went and cut your own hair behind your back. Yeah, he could’ve let you know about such an important decision in his life as he does with pretty much everything else. He could’ve maybe even asked for your opinion. But he didn’t have to.

You and Ran have been friends for years, more than a decade, and you have seen him cut and style his hair multiple times in the past. Just because you are particularly infatuated with the way his two-toned braids swung around while fighting, or how he would twirl them with his baton and long fingers, and how it looked untied, forming a messily shaped halo behind his head while resting on the pillow during one of your many cuddling sessions… doesn’t mean he had to ask for your permission.

It’s not like he knows how much you love to brush his soft locks before twisting them back into the braids that come hunting you on your dream-filled nights. Because you’ve never told him. So it’s not his fault if all these things don’t matter to him.

“You don’t like ‘em?” He coughs to hide the embarrassment he feels after asking such a vulnerable question. Ran has never really cared about what other people think of him, except for maybe Rindou, sometimes. But you’re an exception.

He knows he’s far from ugly and he thought he looked real good with the new haircut. He was excited to match with his little brother once again, and he thought you would also, considering how well you reacted a couple of weeks ago when Rin showed you the light purple color he got done at the saloon.

Maybe, just maybe, you like Rin a bit better? No, he thinks, it can’t be possible. He would’ve noticed something like that.

Then why are you acting so… mad? Or is it hurt he sees painted across your pretty face?

You let out a sigh, “No, it looks good. I overreacted, I’m sorry. I just– I wasn’t expecting you to cut your hair, that’s all.”

He scoffs, as if he doesn’t believe your words, and pulls one of your hands up to his hair. He wants to convince you that not much has changed, and you’ll still get to play with it while watching movies, he thinks it’s soft enough with the treatment he has done, “See, it’s still pretty long, just pushed back. Maybe you can braid it sometimes.”

You laugh at that and Ran smiles at you. You meet his soft gaze before daring another glimpse at his new haircut. It’s styled in such a way that accentuates his sharp facial structure, jawline visible in all its glory.

“You look…” Hot. Fuck. You shake your head, trying to reign yourself in as you stroke the soft hair, “It looks good, more mature. It’s fluffier than I thought, Rannie.”

The more you look at him the more you realize that this new look of his is toying with your already decaying sanity.

Pull yourself together, for fuck’s sake.

Ran lets it go after that, props you to get settled on the couch, and removes his suit jacket before grabbing some drinks and snacks to watch a movie.

An hour in, he lays his head on your chest. It’s routine, he’s always been clingy with you, in private. And you’ve always enjoyed the closeness, no matter how confusing it might be, so you never question him.

Your hands subconsciously bury themselves between his lilac locks. You can hear him let out a deep sigh as you scratch his scalp, relaxing into your hold.

“Looks good, Ran. I like it a lot,” You whisper as if to reassure him, whilst you’re only stopping yourself from confessing that you would like him even if he were bald. Your gentle motions make him fall asleep with his lips curled in a smile.

My sleepy boy, you think.

That night you wake up in a cold sweat. The blond tresses that you constantly dream of softly stroking have been subsided by messy lilac locks. The short length is being gripped by your hands as its owner's head peaks from between your thighs. Unfortunately, it’s not very the first time you dream of Ran in such a compromising position. But the matching lavender gaze staring at you with purpose is now fresh in your memory, and makes his haircut seem even more attractive, the perfect length to shove him back against your heat.

Your cheeks redden as you try to shake the feeling away, you get rid of the covers and turn on your side ready for sleep to take over once again, but his new and improved look keeps hunting you at every toss and turn.

You reach into your bedside table for the only thing that can bring you peace of mind: your trusty vibrator. It’s a small bullet one, but it does its job just fine when you press it against your clit to release the pent-up stress of the day. You think nothing of it when the face that appears behind your closed eyelids as you come is that of your bestfriend.

The next couple of weeks, it doesn’t escape Ran the fact that you’re looking at him a little weird. At first, he thinks you might still be trying to get used to his new look. It was definitely a drastic change, and for you who have known him for such a long time, to be faced with it without him even giving you any heads up must’ve been weird. So he hopes that the gift he has planned to give you, will be enough to make it up to his bestfriend, to show how much he cares about your friendship and your opinions, even if he didn’t ask for it this time.

Then he starts panicking because you stop picking up his phone calls. You don’t make plans to hang out with him anymore, just shoot a text from time to time to let him know that you’re okay but busy. He’d like to believe you, but you’ve always made time for him before. You’re avoiding him.

He doesn’t know that you cannot bring yourself to face him anymore. You had managed to suppress the feelings you harbor for him for years, but seeing him in another light, with his childish braids replaced by a more mature and undoubtedly attractive look, has been the hardest challenge for you.

You feel ashamed by the number of times his face has been appearing in your mind at the most inconvenient times. You feel too dirty to look him in the eyes and pretend like you don’t dream of them at night.

Ran has reached a level of desperation where he has to involve his brother before he loses his cool over something that, he thinks rationally, shouldn’t even bother him that much. The two of you are just friends, you don’t owe him your time.

Luckily, you pick up Rindou’s call on his first try, you haven’t heard from him in a while, so it only makes sense that you do, might be something important. What if something has happened to Ran?

Rin doesn’t want anything to do with this mess, but he can’t bear to stress over the safety of his brother anymore as he comes to their meetings looking tired and miserable as hell. Bonten is just starting out, and they’re dealing with some heavy shit now, his brother needs to fucking focus.

So he invites you over for some drinks. Explains how it’s just a small get-together they’re throwing to celebrate a new deal, only some of the guys will attend. And when you ask about Ran, he rolls his eyes but replies that his brother is not gonna be there. Which is a lie, a big fat lie that is gonna turn into a headache for him soon enough. He knows that already.

You show up just because you’ve been holed up in your apartment for the past week. Work has been… well, work. And your friend group is pretty much the same as Ran’s, so you couldn’t risk him getting word of you being out and about after you’ve turned down all his invitations. You’re joining tonight because Ran hasn’t tried to contact you in a few days, and Rin has promised his brother is gonna be held back at work. Getting a few drinks with your old friends is the perfect way to destress.

You don’t make it that far, though, because the moment you walk in Ran is already there. Mingling about and walking like he owns the place, which he does. You turn to Rindou, who’s conveniently opened the door for you and is now planning to make a run for it, and you look at him as if you’re ready to tear his head off. He must’ve known what’s going on, there’s no other way for him to be so sneaky about this. He sends an apologetic look your way before scrambling away to Sanzu, who’s waiting for him in the dark of the corridor leading to the rooms.

Ran stutters over to you the moment his eyes lay on your fidgeting figure. He’s wearing a pair of dress pants and a shirt that look like they’ve been tailored to fit his lanky body in such a way that makes it hard for you to breathe. His short hair is parted and gelled back, a few pieces falling off the hairstyle and resting effortlessly on his forehead.

“Hey pretty, you’ve made it.”

“Looks like it,” you shrug your shoulders, looking around awkwardly as he ushers you into the middle of the living room. You should’ve known the brothers would’ve stuck together. Fuck you, Rindou.

“D’you want something to drink?” He sits beside you, and the scene reminds you so much of when he last came over to your apartment, except this time you’re surrounded by a handful of people. Gotta make sure you’re on your best behavior, so you turn down the drink.

“C’mon, work has been stealing you from me for weeks now, y’need to let go a little.” He can sense you’re tense, and maybe alcohol isn’t the best choice in this situation, but he doesn’t know how else to let you at least look at him. He feels a pang in his chest. Why won’t you even look at him?

“I’m okay, thanks.” You’re acting so cold and distant. He’s starting to wonder if all of this really has happened over him simply cutting his hair, or if there’s something deeper beneath it. Did you feel betrayed by him not telling you?

“I think I’m just gonna go home, I’m pretty beat actually,” you start to say, and Ran doesn’t want to force you, but he doesn’t want you to go either. “Please, just some more time to catch up. Rin wanted to see you as well,” as he says this he looks around the room and curses his brother for leaving with Sanzu.

Ran’s ass gets saved by Kakucho tapping on your shoulder before he wraps an arm around both of them as you turn to greet him. You’re smiling again, just how Ran likes to see you, but the pit of his stomach is burning with something akin to jealousy.

He’s relieved that Kakucho stopped you from upping and leaving, but he doesn’t like how you get up and join him at the counter to get him another round. Seems like you’re not drinking still, means you don’t plan on sticking around.

Ran is bummed out, he stops staring at you and Kakucho after some others join in on the conversation. He doesn’t want you to mingle with these people too much (most of them have something to do with Bonten, after all), but he’s the one who strategized all of this in the first place, so he lets you enjoy yourself. He’d rather stop pushing you before he makes it worse.

In the meantime, you’re watching a pouting Ran sit on the couch from the corner of your eye. Kakucho snickers as he notices, and you swat him away when he suggests you go sit back down with “your Ran”.

“He’s been a mess these past few weeks, I think he misses you. A lot,” Kakucho has never been anything but kind and truthful to you, that’s why you enjoy his presence so much. He’s a breath of fresh air around the much violence this friend group has experienced growing up. He’s one of those who has suffered the most but he always has a nice word to spare. Such a pure heart, his.

Your eyes wander back to where your heart is, but what you see makes your face turn into a grimace. A pretty girl you’ve known for a while, someone’s girlfriend you recall, has sat down in your spot and is now talking to Ran. They seem to be sharing a laugh as she reaches over to stroke Ran’s hair out of his face, before gesturing at it as if complimenting the new hairstyle.

The interaction is short-lived and friendly, you know her for being nothing but nice, but you feel like shit now.

You don’t like the feeling of jealousy, especially when it’s not even excused. You just don’t like when people touch Ran’s hair, and you do even less now that it has become such a touchy subject for you. He let her, that’s the problem.

“Yeah, I bet he missed me alright,” you mumble bitterly as you excuse yourself from Kakucho.

It doesn’t take you long to stand in front of Ran and stare down at him with cold eyes, “‘m leaving. Have a goodnight,” You direct the last bit to the girl, hoping she doesn’t think you’re remotely even mad at her. Then, you leave the apartment in such a rush that you don’t hear Ran calling for you. You feel like you’re underwater and the first real breath of air you take is back at your flat.

All you had time to do, before hearing the furious knocks banging on your door, is take off your makeup and wear your pajamas. Maybe, just maybe, if they had started shaking the wood just ten minutes later, you would’ve been sleeping already and not giving enough fucks to get up from your bed.

You open the door, no need to check from the peephole as you already know who it could be at this ludicrous hour.

“We need to talk.”

“No, we don’t, I have work early in the morning,” you try arguing as you go to close the door. He blocks it with his shoe, pushing it open with his right hand as he stares at you with a look he usually reserves for Rindou when he gets pissed off about something important. It’s completely different from the one he has while fighting, he’s not being snarky or overconfident, he looks serious and undeniably mad.

“You’ve been avoiding me. For weeks. ‘Cause I cut my fucking hair.” He slams the door as he steps inside the apartment and you jump from the sudden sound, walking towards you as you slowly back away and fidget with your raised hands. You’re not scared of him, you know he’d never do anything to hurt you. You’re just scared of the confrontation that is about to go down, the fact that you’re gonna have to tell the truth, for once and for all, cause you can’t possibly hold it from him anymore. And just like that, you’re gonna lose Ran.

Ran takes in your panicked state and slows down to approach you carefully, his face softens and he clasps your hands in his bigger ones. With the grip he has on them, he drags you closer to his body. The two of you are standing in the center of the room as silence overtakes it. You can feel his stare burning your skin but you keep your own cast down.

“You know I’d never hurt you, right?” His thumbs are stroking your skin in a calming pattern, “I don’t know what I’ve done, but I never meant to hurt you. I’m sorry.”

You don’t understand what he’s talking about. The one apologizing here should be you! “You did nothing wrong, Ra–“

“Please look at me,” you cast him a glance from under your lashes, but the way he’s staring back is so intimidating that you can’t help but feel your face heat up and you have to divert your eyes elsewhere, “You can’t even look at me.”

“Ran, I swear this has nothing to do with you cutting off your piss-colored hair.”

He knows you well enough not to get offended, your self-defensive mechanism has always been that of getting mean.

Two fingers find their way to your chin to grip it and raise it enough so that your eyes meet once again. You can’t escape him this time.

“Tell me how to fix it, how to fix us.”

His voice is almost a whisper, he sounds so distraught, blaming himself for your stupidity. You can’t take it anymore. You love Ran, the last thing you want is for him to be hurting.

“I’m not mad at you Ran, I’m mad at myself,” His purple eyes widen with surprise, but he remains silent as he lets you explain yourself, “This is gonna sound, real bad but… I couldn’t bring myself to face you these past few weeks. Cause I had a wet dream about you. After you cut your hair…” You’re not telling the whole truth as of yet – there have been multiple dreams – but you need to test the waters first.

“Oh,” Well fuck, you’ve said it now. “Oh, wow.” His hands drop his hold on one of yours and fall from your chin, for a moment you think he’s gonna step back and run away far from you, but then you feel his touch on your waist, moving you even closer than before.

His lips settle on your forehead, stamping a kiss on the skin while you feel his mouth vibrate against it as he shakes with laughter.

This is Ran we’re talking about, ‘course he’s not gonna run away, he’s gonna embarrass you to the ground. In a week's time, everyone in your friend group will probably know about this. Not only is your friendship officially ruined, but you’ll never get to step outside of your flat without feeling like a walking joke ever again, “Are you laughing at me?”

“You got embarrassed?” He places another smooch over the same spot, “So what if I made you wet in a dream? It was my haircut, wasn’t it?”

Ran giggles. The motherfucker thinks he’s funny.

“Is that why you reacted that way back at my place? You got mad someone else was gripping my hair?” His mocking voice makes you flush red, but you know better than to give in to his teasing.

“She barely touched you, please. Like I give a damn,” You roll your eyes, finally getting the courage to stare at his smirking face as you fall back into your comfortable routine of making fun of each other. “I can always grip it myself and show you the difference,” You bark back, watching how the side of his curved lips slightly twitches.

“Go at it, babygirl.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Gosh, you seem to be pretty mad still,” he’s pouting, and you swear you wanna bite his lips so badly right now.

Get a fucking grip, oh my goodness. You haven’t even told him the worst part yet. He doesn’t know you’ve masturbated to him. He doesn’t know you like him way more than a simple friend should.

“Should I find some way to make it up to you?” His words snap you back to reality, but he’s been observing you, lavender hues taking in your scrunched-up face as you think hard over something that is still concealed from him. He wants to kiss your cute cheeks, wants to hear you giggle. You’re his precious girl, he feels this visceral need to let you know just how much he cares.

Ran’s mouth presses against the apple of your cheeks once, twice, trice. He’s leaving kisses all over the bare skin, switching from one side to the other, kissing the top of your nose endearingly.

One of the hands he has gripping your waist slides to the center of your back, over the sleep shirt you’re wearing, trying to stop you from running away from his kiss attack – as if you would – and to keep you comfortably pressed against his embrace.

He can feel you melt against his body. Rosy lips parted to take in deep breaths. Your eyelids are now closed and he doesn’t waste time kissing over them as well. He can feel your skin heating up against his mouth, feverish-like, but he can’t stop himself from dragging his lips lower to peck at your jawline.

The kisses he’s giving you are all kinds of kisses, from short and sweet pecks to loud and cute smooches, to more sensual and wet ones, especially when he reaches the skin of your neck. At this point, you can’t help but raise your hands to his hair and grip the short length of it just like you promised to show him. He lets out what sounds like a moan in the croak of your neck, but you think you must’ve imagined it as you can’t really hear much over the sound of your beating heart, the blood furiously pumping in your ears.

You know you’re enjoying this way too much, and for a moment you start to feel dirty again. He’s showering you with love because you’re his best friend, and your head is turning something so pure into nasty thoughts.

It’s not the first time he has smothered your face in kisses, maybe not to this extent, but you guys haven’t seen each other in weeks, so it only makes sense why he’s reacting to your closeness in such a way.

That’s until he sucks on the soft spot behind your ear and takes the lobe between his teeth to pull the skin. The way his name comes out from your mouth, breathless and whiny, makes him weak in the knees.

He’s gonna turn all your wet dreams into reality. You just need to say the word and he’s gonna give you what you deserve and more.

His nose is now bumping against yours, mouth pressing between the space above your cupid’s bow, the corner of your mouth, the bottom of it. Your lips graze each other every time he moves along. At this point, he has kissed every inch of your face except for the mouth. You know that would be taking it a step too far. The already thin lines of friendship between the two of you would blur to a point of no return.

At least on your part; you know Ran doesn’t shy away from human touch as you do, so it might not carry the same weight for him, you’re nearly sure of it.

You can’t possibly know how wrong you are, because as you’re thinking that, Ran is holding himself back from closing the space between you.

He has been dying to kiss you for years, since the first time you offered to braid his hair for him.

“What did you dream of?” he whispers, gruff voice scratching a part of your brain that you didn’t think existed as his hot breath washes over you, only inches away.

“Uhm, I… I don’t really remember.”

“You’re not a good liar, princess,” his mouth moves closer to your ear, trailing on the soft skin on his way there, as one of his hands grasps the fat of your left thigh and hooks it over his hipbone. “What was I doing that made you wet? Did you touch yourself because of me? Tell me.”

You know that if you could see yourself from the outside right now you’d laugh at how red your face probably is, but there’s nothing to laugh about how firm Ran’s voice is when giving orders. It might’ve sounded like he was teasing you before, but he’s being completely serious now. And you’d never dare disobey Ran when he gets like this.

“I- You were eating me out,” you gulp, your throat lets you heave the words out with difficulty. “It was either that or… some other nights, you’d do more.”

So it’s multiple dreams, different nights. Ran’s grip on you tightens, “Did you touch yourself?” He repeats the question, eyes dark and attentive, as if he’s dying to know. As if he can’t picture it in his head without you guiding him through it. Fuck it, you think.

“I did, used my vibrator-“You can’t even finish your sentence because Ran is grasping your other leg and lifting you up in the air. You circle his neck with your arms and hold on tight in fear of him dropping you, but his strength makes it seem like he’s barely breaking a sweat.

“Fuck, can I kiss you? I’m dying to taste you.”

It takes you some time to elaborate on his desperate plea, but once you do, you consent enthusiastically, “Yeah? Yes!“

The moment your lips meet, it’s like nothing else matters in the world. Ran is kissing you, his lips are moving over yours with expertise. He starts slow and deepens it to the point you have to push him away slightly to regain your breath.

Sometime during the kisses that come after, Ran has you up against the wall. He runs the tip of his tongue over the seam of your mouth, but you don’t open it straight away to pay him back for all his usual teasing. That’s until he presses his hips against yours, and you feel his hardness rubbing on you.

“Oh my god, fuck, Ran.” He takes your surprise as an opportunity to tangle his tongue with yours. You moan in his mouth, and he groans back, parting just enough to let you know what he needs, “I want you so bad, pretty girl.”

You buck into him as if asking for more and bite his lip before letting it go, watching as it falls back into place.

Ran laughs at that, starting a trail of kisses from your puffy lips all the way to your exposed collarbones. He knows you’re not wearing a bra, you don’t sleep in them. The first thing he noticed when he stepped foot inside your apartment tonight is how your nipples were perked up against the cotton of the shirt. He also knows the only thing covering your bottom is a pair of panties. Keeping this in mind, he sends you a look while reaching for the hem of your sleep shirt, as if asking for permission.

You nod and he frees you of it, chunking it somewhere behind his frame. He’s holding you up with his hips alone, navel pressed tightly against yours. That’s so fucking hot.

His hands make a b-line to your breasts, squeezing them to get a feel, and the motion is as pleasurable to you as it is for him, making his cock jump in his pants. You can feel his length twitching and it’s driving you crazy.

“Please-“ Your voice breaks the moment Ran puts you back down, you struggle to keep yourself on your feet and watch as he bends to bite at one of your nipples.

“Oh my god, yes,” he’s twisting the other with his fingers, and regretfully leaves them behind as he moves in a downward path over your body. He’s so close to your heat that he can smell your arousal, and when he casts his eyes toward your mound, he sees the wet patch staining your panties.

“Is this because of me?” a slap on your covered cunt follows his question. He knows already, you’ve made it clear, but he wants to hear you say it.

“Yes, yeah, Ran, baby. It’s all because of you.”

He thinks you must be already pretty out of it, because you’re not usually this straightforward when it comes to sex, in front of him at least. He heard how dirty you can get when talking about it with other friends, so he’s happy he’s found the key to open you up to him, literally.

It’s after your nth confirmation that Ran decides to grasp the side of your cotton panties and slowly drag them down your quivering legs. Both of you still can’t believe this is happening. You’re about to satisfy his every craving, and he’ll make sure to do the same for you.

Ran is on his knees, staring up at your body as if it’s a piece of art that has moved something inside of him. His admiring gaze is pushing all of your shyness and insecurities to leave you. His making you feel comfortable while being so exposed and vulnerable is exactly why you fell in love with him in the first place.

The weight of a peck being stamped on the inner skin of your thigh is what you feel before your body starts being covered in kisses. He’s raising to his full height while doing so, and the last one he gives you is on your forehead, just like the first of the night.

“I need you, Ran.”

Everything is still around the two of you, in the silence of the night you can hear the deep breath he takes. You lean forward to kiss the tattoo peeking from the collar of his dress shirt.

The hanafuda is a bright reminder of the life he has selfishly involved you in, and for a second he rethinks his next move, but you quickly realize he’s getting into his head and raise on your tippy toes to kiss his pink lips.

“Take me to bed, Ran. Don’t make me beg.”

You’ve told him multiple times that you can take care of yourself, and you know that where you can’t on your own he’s gonna be there to save you. You believe him, and he has to do the same when you tell him that he’s not gonna get rid of you that easily.

“You’re gonna beg either way,” he promises with a sneaky smile as he grabs your ass in his hands, making you straddle his hips as he carries you to your bedroom.

More kisses are being shared between the two of you during the short way, and he can barely tear himself from you as he lays you on your mattress.

You think he’s reaching into your bedside table for condoms but what he finds is even better: your pink vibrator. He looks at it as if he’s discovered gold. When he orders you to take it and use it on yourself, you realize he wants to watch. He wants to recreate what you’ve so cutely told him you’ve been doing for the past few weeks while thinking about him. Ran wants to see for himself.

He stands at the foot of the bed while you tease your entrance with the bullet vibrator, collecting your wetness to make it glide more easily over your clit. You keep your legs spread to give him a show, watching as he pays you back by removing piece by piece of clothing.

His full-body tattoo reveals itself to your greedy eyes. You’ve seen it multiple times, but have never gotten to take it in all together.

You’re panting, reaching your slit with one of your fingers as your opening clenches around nothing under his lust-filled gaze. “Hold it,” his deep voice tells you, and you follow his instruction, regretfully so.

“Keep it spread fo’ me.” You spread yourself open with two fingers, bucking up to chase the sensation of your vibrator. “Fuck, such a good girl fo’ me. Doing anything I tell her.” He grasps his hardness over the cloth of the boxers, the grey fabric sticking to his skin and forming a wet patch where his precome is leaking.

He strokes himself a couple of times before removing the last piece of clothing on his body, finally letting you see the place where his tattoo connects, but most importantly his cock.

It’s so pretty, lengthy, and a girth that would scare you if it weren’t for how long you’ve been dreaming of this moment. It bobs between his legs as he crawls over the bed to you and the pink on its head is glistening, you wish you could clean it up with your tongue right now.

You think he must also have an oral fixation because the moment he reaches you and settles between your open legs he chunks the vibrator to the side of the bed to cover your wetness with his mouth.

Curious tongue running over the mess you made, the sounds he’s making giving away how much he’s enjoying getting a taste.

“Can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this. You taste like heaven, princess.” He’s raising as he mutters the words. He takes one look at your withering figure from above, before letting a glob of spit fall on your cunt.

Ran bends and goes right back in, the muscles on his shoulders moving along as his hands come up to hold your thighs open before you can crush his head, you can already feel the bruises from the tight grip forming on the skin.

It’s like the wet dreams that have been plaguing your mind ever since he cut his hair have finally turned into reality. His shorts locks are peeking from between your thighs and you’re gripping them for dear life as he feasts on you, mouth sucking around your clit and lilac eyes peeking from below your mound with a stare so intense that you can feel your legs trembling from that alone.

When his fingers join in the fun you feel yourself getting closer, he’s moving them in a come hither motion and hitting your spot just right. He’s not building up momentum or taking his time in opening you up, that’s how desperate he is. Two of them are fucking into you quickly and with precision, while his dexterous tongue flicks your bundle of nerves.

“Ran, fuck, you look so good between my legs,” You can feel him smirking against you, the boost of ego you know he needs to get him right where you want him.

“I’m gonna cum, plea– please, don’t stop.” The problem is that Ran doesn’t exactly like being told what to do, and he’s being greedy now. He has waited too long to have you, he can’t possibly wait anymore.

He stops his movements, triggering a cry on your part. You nearly kick him with one of your feet but he’s fast enough to move to the edge of the bed, sitting in front of the full-length mirror that covers your wardrobe and conveniently faces the mattress.

You stare at him, spread legs and hard length resting on his lower abdomen as he settles reclined on the palm of his hands. “Come sit on my cock.”

You’re facing his back, laying down on the bed still, and from your position you get to admire the tattoo on his back, and how his muscles flex beneath the skin every time he moves. His body is as sinful as it can be, he drips sex and makes you want to mold yourself to him and never let go. It has always scared you, this pull he has on you, but now he’s the one inviting you over. It’s not the time to shy away.

He’s watching you from the reflection in the mirror as you get up. Your naked body is to him like a tall glass of water after weeks without drinking, he feels like he would die right here, right now, if you were to walk away without letting him have a sip.

Even his wet dreams – yes, you’re not the only one fantasizing about your best friend – don’t compare to the sight of you standing in front of his spread legs looking down at him.

“Uh nah, turn around pretty,” he prompts when he sees you’re about to straddle his lap. He enjoys the sight of you doing whatever he tells you to without even having to touch your body, and he stores that information inside a little drawer in his head for later.

You finally sit down, sliding against his hot skin until you’re resting only half of your weight on his thighs. His cock is now sandwiched between your bodies, and he groans when your asscheeks rub against it while you are wiggling onto him purposely.

“I said sit on my cock, I want you on top of it.”

You’re about to fuck your best friend, it doesn’t seem real. Should the two of you even be doing this? This will change everything forever, there would be no going back from it.

You know that once he’s gonna slide inside you you won’t be able to look at any other man ever again. You barely do now, anyway.

Your right hand goes under you to grasp his length, the angle is uncomfortable but you make it work enough to give him a few pumps. His girth feels hot in your hold, and you bring it to your opening to tease yourself with his wet tip.

“Fuck baby, don’t tease me.” The reflection in the mirror shows his tensed body in all his glory, and you get a glimpse of his hands buried in the sheets, he’s gripping the fabric so tight you think blood might’ve stopped flowing.

Ran is trying not to buck up into you, he’s giving you time to adjust to his size, and you realize how needed it is when you finally lower yourself on it.

You’re watching the scene unfold in the mirror, how his cock is slowly sinking inside of you. The stretch leaves you with a burning feeling and when you nearly reach his base you realize how full you are. All your bumps and ridges are being deliciously stroked by his skin.

Your lips fall open in a pant and Ran is groaning right by your ear as he straightens his posture and bends slightly over your body. “I’ve been dreaming of this for years,” he confesses while his hands grasp the fat of your thighs, spreading you to him as he loops your legs over his, keeping them open just like that with his knees.

He can’t believe his eyes when he gets to fully glimpse how far he’s stretching your cunt with his cock. All the patience in the world wouldn’t help him hold back anymore.

He bucks up into you, having you take his cock down to the base. You let out a shriek at how big he feels inside, and after that, he starts moving. Being on top made you, at first, feel like you could be in control, but it seems like the orders he was barking at you weren’t the only thing he was planning on doing on his part.

Ran starts pounding into you from below, strong thighs helping him in bucking up. You’re being split open on his cock and he’s enjoying the show. The sound of skin slapping against skin is so sinful, but your eyes are now closed in pleasure as you’re reduced to nothing but a moaning mess. His thrusts are so powerful that it takes you very little time to lose your mind.

He’s calling for you, you can hear his deep voice and feel his hot breath on your ear after you slumped against his bigger body, resting your leaned-back head on the crook of his neck. “Mhmh, open your eyes, pretty girl,” like the good girl you are, you do as said, even if you’re struggling to keep them open when his thrusts don’t let up, but instead seem to be getting deeper every time you do something he asks of you right.

He grabs your chin with his thumb and pointer, redirecting your line of sight towards the mirror, where you can see his heavy balls slap over your glistening skin from below. “Look at how much you’re dripping, that’s how I slid in so quickly.” You whimper at that, Ran always had a way with words that could get to you even when nothing of sorts was being said, always the teasing one, but now that he’s running his mouth with all these dirty thoughts you can’t help but be even more affected than usual.

“You take my cock like a pro, mh. You like it, don’t you, my pretty little slut? Oh, I just know you’re loving this. Bet your little vibrator couldn’t make you feel this good.”

He’s pressing down on your belly, making the pressure on your navel feel ten times more intense, and all you can focus on is how he’s spreading you open. “It’s so big Ran- Ah,” he thinks your words are gonna get to his head. He has to keep a solid grip on you not to melt at your praise, “Fuck Ran, please, please baby.”

“What is it that you want, use your words.”

“I wanna come, pleasee, I need it so bad,” He loves how polite you are, asking for it with a please. He’d give it to you no matter what, but he appreciates how much you’re trying for him. He knows you can get a little hot-headed, or maybe he just found that one field where you finally succumb and let others take care of you.

Ran reaches over to the forgotten toy and switches it back on before placing it over your neglected and pulsating clit. He never had anything against sex toys, he doesn’t see the harm in using them to bring more pleasure to his partners. He knows you could come from his cock alone, but he needs to feel you gushing around him right about now, before he loses it. He wants to see you dripping to the ground before he fills you up to the brim.

You grasp a handful of his hair and pull it without shame as he fucks you with abandon while rubbing your clit with the vibrating toy. He has to hold your thigh open with one of his big hands because you keep clenching your muscles, and he needs to watch as you come undone.

“Fuuck,” you’re cursing loudly, without a care for your poor neighbors who must be going crazy with the loud noises at such a late hour.

Ran is hitting all the right places, he’s prodding and searching all over your body like he needs to study it, to learn it, and knowing him and how attentive he is, you’re sure that the next time it will take him half of the time to get you there. Or maybe he’ll use his knowledge to drag it out like the teasing little shit he is.

But who said anything about a next time? You’re not even sure as to why the two of you have fallen into bed together, but what you know with certainty is that you’re perception of Ran has shifted the moment he cut his hair.

It might be crazy, ruining a years-long friendship over something so trivial, but it’s like your best friend Ran was the one with the braids, and the one you’re sitting on top of, who’s kissing your neck and whispering sweet praises in your ear, who’s bulkier and more charming and wears purple striped suits, is someone else entirely, but someone that you love all the same.

You’ll always cherish your braided Ran as your friend, but this older version of him will not be able to live inside your mind while battling your feelings as you’ve always done.

The man in the mirror looks at you with lust, but under all of that is the shade of his unchanging lavender hues, the ones who have been staring at you with unnamed affection for years. Maybe it’s time to let go of that uncertainty and fall into him once and for all.

“Ran, I’m gonna come.” He’s so good at reading your body already that he doesn’t stop, he just forgoes the vibrator opting to massage your clit with his thumb, spreading you open with two fingers, while his other hand reaches your boobs. He knows how sensitive they are, he remembers you telling him once, and that’s why he has avoided touching them until now.

His fingers alternate pinching and pulling at the erected nipples, and his hand grasps the entirety of your left beast to pull you down as you try to fight his thrusting and press you onto him.

He noses at your cheek, inviting you to meet him for a kiss. It’s a deep one, with tongues entangling and teeth bumping against each other, he has to rein you in as you’re panting and mumbling.

You don’t have the strength to speak anymore, but Ran knows the exact moment you dangle and trip over the edge because you squeeze him so tight he lets out a string of curses.

He feels you gushing around him, the squelch of wetness becoming even more loud making his cheeks tint red. He’s never been shy when it comes to sex, but the way he’s fucking you now it’s so nasty that he can’t believe how you’re letting him. His sweet girl.

Now that you’ve come on his cock, he slows down his hips to avoid overstimulating you, and he helps you regain your breathing as he kisses your cheek, “You’re doing so good, sweetheart. Mh- Fuck,” Your cunt is squeezing him so hard, coherent thoughts are slowly leaving his mind in favor of you. Nothing else matters now but you.

Ran has to gather all of his remaining strength to slip from you and lay you down on your white sheets. Big eyes are looking up at him as he just hung the moon and the stars, and from his position, he gets to watch your face contort in pleasure as he slides right back inside your wet heat.

“Ran-“ “I know, baby.” Your nails are raking down his chest, red marks showing up on the untattooed side of his body. Your neck is straining as you press the back of your head into the pillow, and he eyes the still unblemished skin before placing his lips on your pulse point, sucking and biting as he goes.

His thrusts are slow but deep, you can feel the heat building up in the pit of your belly all over again. You buck up against him, watching as he lets out moan after moan, getting closer to his end. He sounds so fucking good.

He wants to drag this out, scared of what might come after the both of you come down from your highs, so he pins down the side of your hips with one hand, resting on his hunches as he grasps both of your wrists in the other and raises them over your head.

He’s circling his hips now, rubbing his navel against your clit and relishing in all the pretty noises you’re letting out.

“Pretty girl- can you come fo’ me one more time? You’ve been s’good to me, gimme another. Just one- one more,” Ran’s voice is strangled, he’s trying to hide how much the pulsing of your cunt is affecting him, with very little success. His balls are strained and heavy with cum, he wants you to come around him as paints your walls in white.

You’re moving to break free from his grip but his strength doesn’t let you, so you try begging for him, “Rannn, more! Please, need more, I’m so close- Wanna cum.” You’re whining, sweat running down your body, he looks at how your skin is glistening and wants to lick you up.

Ran has never been able to tell you no, so he moves the hand that was holding you down to your neck, thumb resting over your pulse as he squeezes enough to make you feel it. His hips resume his thrusting with a purpose.

“Cream on my cock, ‘m gonna fill you up, angel,” and you do just that, on command. Ran thinks you ruined every other woman for him, right there and there. It’s like you were fucking made for him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, babygirl.”

He’s right behind you, mouth parting as he groans and repeats your name like a fucking prayer. You’re arching your back, your chests are pressed together and Ran swears he can hear the sound of your heartbeat as he fills you up with cum.

With scrunched-up eyebrows and eyelids fighting to stay open, his purple eyes are taking you in. Your legs are locked behind his back and his hips keep pressing against yours as he slowly drags out your highs, cum dripping down his thighs as he tries to fuck it back into you.

“Fuck, I feel so full,” you manage to let out in surprise after regaining your breath. Ran lets go of you the moment his mind is clearer, and when you feel him slip out from within you, for a moment you’re scared he’s gonna get dressed and leave you laying there.

But Ran just parts your legs before you can close them in shyness, and takes one good look at the mess you’ve both made before diving in. He’s happy he’s gotten to fuck you raw, so now he gets to taste how good you are together.

You’re still so sensitive that when his tongue makes contact with your folds, you tremble. He takes his time in eating it out of you, loud smacks and wet noises can be heard as he does, along with his hums of approval, “Mhh, taste so fucking good, baby. Wanna try?”

You furiously nod at that, dragging him away from your heat before he gets in his head that he needs to make you come again; you don’t think you’d be able to do that now, the overstimulation from those simple touches already taking you to the verge of crying for him.

Ran finally kisses you again, tongue slipping past your lips to make do with his promise, and you moan in appreciation at the taste of you combined. Everything he does is just so fucking hot.

He doesn’t stop once you do, and risks stripping you of your breath completely, but you’re not any better. The last thing you want now is for him to not kiss you anymore, so you grip his infamous hair once again, scratching his scalp with your nails as you’ve always liked doing to get a reaction out of him.

Ran shakes in your hold, he has to pull away or he’s gonna fuck you all over. He can feel himself getting hard against your thigh, so he decides to leave your embrace. He’s aware of the elephant in the room, and his maturity is screaming at him to talk things out before he can fall right back into it.

“Ran… please, don’t leave,” he glances back at you because of the way your voice breaks while muttering that sentence. His heart clenches when he sees your lash line glisten with unshed tears, so his hands find their way to your pretty face to hold it as he stands close to the edge of the bed, bending over you. He kisses the tip of your nose, then takes your mouth in a chaste kiss.

“‘M not going anywhere, my love. Just need to take care of my pretty girl. Give me one minute and I’ll be right back, okay?”

A simple “‘mkay,” leaves your lips in a mumble, and Ran helps remove the sheet from under your spent body to cover you with it before leaving the room.

It takes you a few seconds to elaborate on everything. Aside from what happened in the past hour, you’re now fixating on the names he just called you. My love. My pretty girl.

His? You definitely are, you just didn’t think he knew.

Once he steps back in the room, you notice he’s cleaned himself up and wore his discarded boxers. You take him in while he walks closer, silently appreciating his physique as you’re used to doing. But this time you get to recognize the bruises and red marks littering his body as something you’ve done yourself.

As promised, he’s carrying a wet towel and a bottle of water, and he carefully cleans you up with the former.

After making sure you’re hydrated, he settles by your side under the sheets and drapes his arms around your waist as both of you lay on your respective sides, facing one another.

“I was planning on giving you a gift, after the party was over, y’know? But you just had to run away,” he lets out a big sigh, as if thinking back to your fight makes him drained all over again.

“What is it?” You ask, as curious as always. He loves this side of you. He loves you, actually.

“I gave Rin one of my braids after I cut them off. I was thinking about giving you the other one,” your eyes widen, and the movement of your fingers running over his collarbone stops as you ponder over his words. “I know how much you like them, so did I. Want my two favorite people to keep them safe for me.”

Your heart has never beaten this fast, you think it might start overheating and set your whole body on fire. You bat your eyelashes, willing the tears away as you hook your hands under his face, gently stroking his jaw.

“Thank you,” is the last thing you whisper before closing the distance, repaying him with another short but sweet kiss.

When you separate, you lean your forehead against his and he softly calls your name. In the closeness of your embrace, you meet his lavender haze, “I love you.”

The only thing that follows his sentence is silence. You think you must’ve fallen asleep, this has to be another one of your dreams, one of those sweet ones you used to have when Ran still had his braids and the two of you were younger.

Ran could easily take your stillness as an answer. He could fall victim to his hidden insecurities and make you think he meant it in a platonic way to somewhat try and save what remains of your friendship. But he knows that no matter what your response to his confession might be, he wouldn’t take it back for the world. There’s simply no getting over you.

“Don’t misunderstand,” He knows how much you overthink, that’s why he should’ve said this before. “I’m in love with you, always have been.”

You think your heart must’ve stopped completely now.

“Ran…” “Sh, I know, it’s okay.” He feels the need to comfort you straight away, to let you know that not sharing his feelings is okay. He’s always gonna be there for you, no matter what. “God, Ran, I love you so much.”

The lips that suddenly find his, again and again, are not the only thing taking his breath away. Both of you cannot believe how stupid you are, how you’ve been in love this whole time while thinking the other could never see you that way. His hands are all over your heated skin, caressing down your back as you hold him closer.

“Want you to be mine, baby.”

“‘m yours Ran,” his kisses are spreading everywhere he can reach, he’s getting drunk on you once again. Bitten lips part to let out panting breaths, and you notice soon enough how the newfound confessions are affecting not only yours truly.

Heady eyes and tinted cheeks present themselves to you. You think the marron of his natural blush and the shade of purple staining his pale skin look a lot like the color of the hair that started this all. You love it already, just like you love him.

And Ran lets you happily grip onto it as he takes you again and again, that night. No more wet dreams that leave you running away from him, he’s gonna make sure to fill your nights with something that’ll make you want him even closer, every day, from now on.

Right before falling asleep, as dawn leaves space for daylight behind your closed curtains, you take one last look at your sleepy Ran.

You comb back his messy hair to uncover his pretty face, softly kissing his forehead before falling into a dreamless sleep. There’s no need for dreaming anymore, you have everything you want and need right here in your arms.

Might have to send his hairstylist a bottle of wine as thanks, though.

[mitsuyeaah]

ran teaching you how to give head because you’re inexperienced. the grip he has on either side of your head tells you that he’s putting in a lot of effort to hold himself back from fucking your mouth—tugging at the roots of your hair every now and then.

he breathlessly guides you through it all; what to do with your tongue, and how to breathe properly. broken sentences of praise slipping past his parted lips, laced with profanities as he tries his best to talk you through it, to calm your nerves.

but god, you’re just taking him so so well. all of him. amidst that lust-filled mind of his, he wonders if this is truly your first time using your mouth. but he wasn’t complaining though, not when you’re giving him mind-blowing head.

the way you pointed your tongue to lick at the slit of his cock got him throwing his head back and rolling his eyes, using all of his willpower not to thrust his entire length in your inviting mouth.

it also doesn’t help how you look up at him through your lashes, so innocent yet your actions differ. eyes keenly staring at every reaction you pull from him, and oh, he’s not afraid to show you how good you’re using your mouth on him.

curses leave his mouth as one of your hand comes up to massage his balls. he didn’t teach you that, but fuck, you were good at it.

at this point, no instructions came from him anymore, no, only loud moans and whines—attempts of trying to forming coherent sentences. he’s nothing but a moaning mess for you; chest heaving up and down, adam’s apple bobbing with every moan and whine, abdomen tightening at the familiar pleasure.

he looks down at you, lust-fogged amethyst eyes, a shade of deep crimson dusted on his cheeks, bottom lip between his teeth. he has a pleading look in his eyes, almost like he was asking for permission to let loose.

there’s a silent exchange of gazes between the two of you.

and in no time, his hips start thrusting. not those desperate small ruts he tried holding back earlier, no. he’s moving his hips against your face without any restraint. his moans are louder and higher in pitch. he’s shameless.

[cannellee]

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ★

alpha! Ran x omega! Reader (smut)

— tokyo revengers a/b/o smut

(it's really similar to the one I did for kazutora, I'm just exploring the smut world rn😭 I'll do something new and different later, but for now I just want to get used to writing smut.)

cw : free use, facefuck, use of names, cowgirl, rough sex, breeding kink, yandereish if you squint.

my masterlist : ☆

now imagine alpha bonten ran, barely out of his meeting and already looking for you.

he's absolutely exhausted and the bunch of assholes he just dealt with didn't help, now he just wants to use your omega cunt and call it a day.

when he gets his hands on you, you're just about to make dinner, back turned to him, a tight pink apron laced around your waist and this tiny skirt which barely covers your ass.

this sight only is enough to make make him hard. you're always so oblivious to what you're wearing, don't you know the effect you have on him?

you didn't hear him creep up behind you and if it wasn't for the familiar woody laced with iron scent, you would've let out a scream.

ran's quick to undo the knot of your apron and throw it to the side. his head is soon enough digging into your neck, inhaling your scent like it's oxygen.

his tensed shoulders seem to relax a little inside your embrace and you let out soft purrs.

you let him do whatever, understanding that his position in the underworld can get overwhelming, and his work can get the best of him.

ran, who is ordinarily flirty and one to build up tension before you even get into anything, doesn't even utter a word to you.

you slide your fingers through his pink hair, appreciating his own smell and waiting for the moment he'll finally use you.

ran just loves how compliant you are about his desires, the way he could fuck you in the open if he wanted, for everyone to see. you wouldn't complain, say anything or talk back to him.

you love to please him so much, he can't help but take advantage of you, especially when he's in a bad mood.

pushing you to your knees, you're left in front of his pants in a second. ran's not usually silent but you don't need him to speak to understand what he meant.

you bite the zipper of his trousers and his pants are around his ankles in a minute.

you take a moment before continuing your actions, so drunk in his scent you inhale deeply and when ran tugs on your hair, you know it's your cue that he's getting impatient.

your goal isn't to make him frustrated so you begin immediately, licking the fabric of his boxers, your tongue hugging the shape of his cock the best you can. his boxers are dripping wet in no time and so is your chin. you're breathing heavily, kissing noises filling the kitchen.

it's between breathy moans that ran drops the last clothe that was separating your lips from him that you finally got to work.

his dick was huge, you struggle to take it all inside your mouth. but you try anyways, your muffled gags turning ran on even more.

you hear him sigh heavily and his hands are back on your head, gripping your hair it hurts so much. a few tears roll down your cheeks and you fail to suppress a sinful gagging sound when ran finally pushes his whole length into your mouth.

you take him the best you can but you let out a few coughs at the beginning, eyes long gone into the back of your head.

you unintentionally make a mess out of his cock, a string if saliva connecting your lips and his dick when he lets you go to catch your breath.

he lets out a low chuckle, making fun of your desperate state and calls you a good slut for taking him so well. "you're so messy baby"

your jaw is aching, you can barely breath and even then, his scent is the only thing you can breath. with one final push, ran forces his way into your throat even further, and lets you go right after, having other plans for you.

you suck in really deep breath, trying to steady yourself before he asks you anything else.

you're on the ground when he crosses the kitchen to sit down on the leather couch, arms spread out and men spreading.

he calls his sweet omega over and you're quick to crawl on all four until you're kneeling in from of him.

he's looking down at you, his cock a few centimetres away from you, flat against his stomach and you can still smell your saliva on him. it's dripping from all your gags and you can't help but beg for him to let you suck it again.

ran loves it. seeing you between his legs, making puppy eyes for his cock, mouth open ready to welcome him ; all of these never failed to make him want you even more.

he's softly chuckling, gentle hand caressing your fucked out face while the other is pumping his dick slowly, teasing you.

ha takes in your state, satisfied in the way you're already a mess just by the taste of his cock. your omega instincts are so strong, you'll let him ruin you in every way if it meant your alpha was pleased.

when he repositions himself you're sure it's your sign to swallow his whole length again but when you go for it you're stopped by a slap to your face.

you look up at him, confused, but when he pats his thigh your eyes are shining again.

"saddle up doll"

and you do. you climb up his laps the best you can and you're soon enough sitting on him. it hurts at first, but the pure bliss on your alpha's face is all worth it.

so you go past the pain and start moving, his hands around your hips guiding you. his head is buried again in your neck but now he's sucking harshly on your claim mark, drawing more pheromones out of you.

his own pheromones are making you dizzy and his arousal is making you loose your mind, you don't even know what's happening when he tosses you to the side and starts pounding into your pussy.

you figured he got tired of your sloppy and clumsy moves and wished to dick you down for good.

you really felt so good, but his pretty omega was even better spread out and staying still right under him.

you felt him chase his own release with the growing pace he was going at. he would spank you when he felt like you lost focus on him, making your cunt even tighter.

your tongue was out and ran gave you two of his fingers to suck, spitting in your mouth for good measure.

your pretty moans were filling the room even more and you gripped the couch like it was your life boat, taking ran so well.

he loves you so much he marked you again, biting hard into your neck, a primal desire to claim what's his and drive away any alphas.

he wants you all to himself, to be the only one allowed to fuck you and own you. you're so obedient and submissive ran is sometimes worried you'll fall into a stranger's trap.

but don't worry, ran will breed you, fill you up with his seeds so much you'll be covered with his own scent all day.

swollen with his pups, surely you'll stay at home all day? unable to function normally without him, always so dependent now that you'll be in a more vulnerable state<3

he's just crazy in love like that, and his dumb omega isn't making this any easier <3

"you're all mine, baby"

[haruchuiyo]

husband!ran haitani

content: pure fluff + literally only fluff + established relationship + fem!reader + ran is so husband in this cmon

husband!ran who loves to press kisses anywhere on your back. wear a dress and you need help with the zipper, he kisses your spine before helping you zip it up. Anywhere and anytime he sees a chance to kiss you on your back, he will take the chance.

—

husband!ran who loves to hug and cuddle you from behind, cause he gets more access to your neck. If your hairs up and he sees the nape of your neck, best believe he’s gonna press soft kisses there. With that, he also gains access to the sweet spot behind your ear and below your earlobe, he loves the sounds you omit when he leaves kisses there.

husband!ran who wakes you up before going to work, cause he has this need in him for you to see him before he is gone for hours. And to get his morning kiss from you he have never ever forgotten to get. (if he does, you make it up to him by coming to his workplace and give him the kiss he so desperately needs and wants.)

husband!ran who loves to see you wear his shirts and sweatpants, seeing how his much larger clothes engulfs your smaller form. You look so cute he wants to hug you right there and smooch all over your face.

husband!ran who loves to give you wet playful kisses on your face, loving the sound of your laughter. And he absolutely loves it when you do it back to him.

husband!ran who loves to place his chin on top of your head when he’s standing beside you, while he’s hugging you from behind. You fit so perfectly in his arms, how can he not do that.

husband!ran who loves to snuggle with you below layers of blankets, enjoying the close proximity with you.

husband!ran who has a subtle proud smile on his lips and hearts pounding fast when he hears you say ‘’my husband’ when introducing him.

husband!ran who loves to bother you when you’re cooking, that is by hugging you from behind and never letting you go. Pouts and says you pay more attention to the food than him, and you flick him on the forehead which he giggles at. (he offers to cook if he sees you need extra help)

husband!ran who wants to be the one to plan the dates. Cause that way he gets to put your interests and what you like first and foremost. He just wants you to the enjoy the date and being with him. He loves seeing you smile so wide, eyes glistening in happiness as you hold onto his hand so tightly while telling him how much you love what he planned. He feels accomplished in making you smile, it’s one of his favorite things of you.

husband!ran who can’t stay up late. On so many occasions he have fell asleep in the midst of a movie you’re watching together, he’d mumble your name so cutely while hugging you closely

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I want him so bad like REALLY badly he’s my cure to everything

check out husband!rindou

If you've come this far, a like, reblog and feedback would be sooo so much appreciated :3

[unluckilyimnot]

Hello^^can I please ask for headcannons with izana, mikey, baji and ran with reader who has eating disorder (like cassie from skins:( ) please don't do this if you're not comfortable

S/o with ed

Characters : Izana, Mikey, Ran

Type : angst, hurt to comfort

Words count : 0.8

It’s fine, I can write about it, it’s just the same as an old one I did : I speak as a girl who experienced it in a certain way (which is not as “hard” as Cassie) so I’ll do my best and I don’t mean any hurt it can cause. If you’re struggling with ed we can talk about it if you feel like it, but at least don’t hesitate to talk about it. You can get through it even if it’s hard (I did but I’m not cured at all)

I love you, take care of yourself and people around you ♡

Izana noticed quickly how you start to eat less and less. He cooks for you both the most and he can’t help but notice how a picky eater you’ve slowly become until eating barely enough to go on. As a small eater himself, he gets more and more worried when you start eating less than him. He knows you’ve never really been comfortable with your body and so, losing weight isn’t a bad idea if you feel like it’s what you need.

Yet, it got out of hand when he finally noticed your showing ribs even when you’re not stretching or breathing out. He sees them a little too much to his liking.

“You can’t go on like this.” he pointed out one day, during a meal. You haven’t touched your plate and you gulped at his words. “It’s not too much,” he added, pointing to your plate, “you’ll have to learn to eat again now.” he paused, waiting for your answer that is never coming. “It’s ok to be a small eater, but not to not eat at all.”

You clenched your jaw. As if you don’t know it well enough. As if you could just eat like that after all this time. His words hurt you more than anything, you thought he would understand.

“I know it’s hard, you don’t have to go through this alone.”

“You don’t know anything.”

“Darling what do you think ? Have you seen me ? Isn’t it obvious enough ?” You looked at him, thinking about his habits a bit more and the way he looks before it hit you. Your eyes water, you were too focused on yourself to notice him, to even realize.

“We’re in this together.” he said with a smile.

Mikey doesn’t notice. All he noticed is that you’re not eating with him anymore. You go out with him but don’t ask for a bit anymore, nor do you take something for yourself. He doesn’t understand and sadly doesn’t know either how to handle it.

“Why aren’t you taking anything ?” he pouted, almost refusing to eat if you don’t.

“I’m simply not hungry Mikey, it’s fine, eat!”

“You’re never hungry lately !” It sounds more like a tantrum than anything else honestly and you can’t help but lie about it.

“I eat well enough at home, don’t worry. I’m just trying to lose weight lately.”

“What ? No !” you can hear him pouted. “I like you the way you are, I’ll be sad if you lose weight. It wouldn’t feel the same when I’ll hold you. I hate to think about it.”

He was so pure in his words, you didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth.

“I’ll try not to lose too much then.” So you lied again, but seeing his smile was more than enough.

Ran is more than aware of what this is. You sleep too much. He does too, he knows that, but you always seem exhausted. Your skin is dry and almost gray. At first he checked your temperature for a few days, on those when it hit hard. Then he started to look at your activities, you still have to go to uni and stuff, maybe that’s what makes you this irritated. You don’t laugh much these days.

Finally, he started to look out for what you eat and he was met with the terrible truth that you’re not, and that’s probably what’s causing all of that. He has rough memories with that, and he wishes to not live them one more time.

“My love,” he purred into your ear, holding you from behind while you’re cutting some fruits.

“Yeah ?”

“Are you gonna eat more than that ?” You froze in his arms, not knowing what to say. “Would you share some ramen with me ? You don’t have to eat much, just something else other than an apple.”

“Ran I –”

“You know, it happened to my mom,” he cut you. He understands your side, but he wants you to understand his as well. “She was really sick because of this. And well, you know the end,” he snuggles his nose in your neck. “I don’t want this to happen to you.”

You don’t know what to say. It’s easier said than done and you don’t even wanna get better, not now, not now that it’s working and you’re close to your goal. Not now that –

“So, would you ?” but you can’t say no to him. And it’s not too much right. It’s just this time.

“Yeah, ok but just a few bites.”

“Right, I don’t want you to be sick.” he smiled against your skin. “Thank you. I love you”

I skipped baji sorry I hope it’s not your fav, I didn’t have an idea sniff. Mikey’s one is a little simple but young mikey is pure and rather simple minded at first.

[zanashair]

[ inspired by a fanart i saw, but i forgot who the artist were :( ]

Haitani's brother house at 5:20pm

rindou, walking into the living room: ...y/n, what did you do to my brother?

ran, wearing a pikachu onesie: hm? what do you mean by that, rin?

y/n: he lost a bet with me, and the loser will have to say yes for 24hour straight to the winner

ran, nodding with a small smile: yup

rindou, dumbfounded: ...why?

y/n, standing up from the couch: wanna see a trick?

rindou: no.

y/n, pointing at rindou: ranchu! use thunderbolt!

ran, standing up from his place: got it! *pulls a tazer*

rindou, taking a step backwards: back the fuck up.

[eggtartz]

✧ 21th October ✧

Ran Haitani // Girth Of An Object (f! girlfriend reader)

kinktober masterlist

warnings : mentions of sex toys, baton play, penetration with baton, slight aftercare, dirty talk

you rummaged through ran's closet because twice a month, you'd agreed to have a cleaning day in the apartment. you opened up the last dusty box as ran dusted the whole place and helping throwing away the trash. "found anything, babe? some memories from the past perhaps?" his voice was muffled as he adjusted the mask over his mouth.

"there's this one box, i think it's your tenjiku stuff" you said, sweating behind your mask. "oh? oh shit, it is" you could hear the smile in his voice as he looked through it. "oh babe, look. it's me and rin! and kakucho! look, mochi's hair looks ridiculous!" he cackled.

"said someone who had braids like annabelle" you snickered as he glared. "shut up, it was cool. i miss my long hair" he ruffled his currently lilac hair. you smiled as you went through more of his things "woah ran! is this your baton? you used to use this?" ran smirked "oh babe.. you don't know my history with this baby"

he took the piece of metal, still clean and not rusty. it had a black and white stripes, a small R.H. carving on the handle. you smiled at the look of the weapon "you know what that oddly looks like?"

"what?"

"my dildo"

ran spat out his spit. "what the hell babe, you horny?" he raised his eyebrow "no! tell me it doesn't look the same" you cackled, reached over your drawer and pulled your pink dildo, the one ran bought for your anniversary. he has done a custom piece, a R.H carving on the tip. "tell me it's not the same!" you compared the objects side to side. "well, the baton has a wide girth i think. wanna test it out?"

again, it was cleaning day so you two were a sweaty mess as you ended up making out on top of each other on the couch. since the mattress is getting dried under the sun. you made small whimpers as ran nudged the head of the baton right at your pussy lips. "let's see.. we're gonna start slow alright, sweetheart? or you're too greedy for that?" he purred againts your ear. "just fuck me with it, ran" you hissed, eyes pleading.

"i knew you were such a greedy one" he chuckled, playing with your clit so you'd be stimulated enough for the metal to pierce through your walls. "that's it, take it in. imagine, it's my cock." he cooed. "you're doing so well, keep it up sweetheart" he gave slight slaps to your oversensitive clit making you writhe under him.

his baton was almost half inside you yet you felt like being split in half. the width of the baton stretched you sooo deliciously, you groaned at the lack of movement since ran's moving so slow. "hurry, ran.. need it inside me, please" you raised your hip, rolling it for any fraction. "oh shit, look at that" ran spat on your pussy "it's so pretty, stuffed and wet" he cooed, one hand caressing your inner thighs. your cunt gushed around the foreign object when ran finally picked up his pace, using the baton to thrust inside.

"ah! oh, it's so much better than the dildo!" you smiled drunkenly as ran smirked "does it now? what a freaky sweet thing you are" he caressed your clit, flicking it softly and gently. he often spat on your pussy to make sure it's lubricated enough despite not needing so since your slick is coating the baton very well.

"ran! oh, i can feel it.." you moaned with a high pitched voice "feel it where? in your tummy? your insides?" he bought himself down to have one tit in his mouth, flicking your nipple with his tongue. you grabbed his hair, as you felt a wave of intense stimulation coming. your pussy convulsed as you came undone, thighs shaking with pleasure. "there we go. you did good" he mumbled, taking your other tit while soothing your clit in circles, taking out the baton slowly from your pussy.

he bought the baton to your mouth as you licked it, tasting yourself as you traced your tongue to clean up your own mess. "there we go, still think this one is better than the dildo?" he raised his eyebrow. "yeah.. much better than the dildo" you smiled.

"but it can't beat this one, can it?" he patted his crotch, a bulge already apparent behind his sweatpants. "oh no, this one is the best" you purred, slowly rubbing him. it's safe to say that on the cleaning day, you two did nothing done.

[airbendertendou]

bonten masterlist ♥︎

[ including : mikey, sanzu, kakucho, ran, rindou, and kokonoi. kantou!era included here.]

now playing : “it’s the best future, isn’t it?”

love you, hate foolish! ♥︎ synopsis : you work at one of bonten's clubs, but recently, have been acting suspicious. a member is sent to watch you and is met with someone completely different. | cross-over w high&low

sano mikey manjiro

♥︎ you wear your glasses in front of him for the first time ♥︎ his first time seeing you in contacts

everyday thing! ♥︎ synopsis : mikey comes home to you, always.

blue boy! ♥︎ synopsis : you mistake kantou!mikey for someone else. | a lil h&l crossover

sanzu haruchiyo

♥︎ you wear your glasses in front of him for the first time ♥︎ his first time seeing you in contacts

you are in love! ♥︎ synopsis : your best friend likes you more than he means to

twiddling fingers ♥︎ synopsis : stimmy thoughts abt my faves <3

kakucho

from now on! ♥︎ synopsis : he’s insistent on keeping a promise he made your brother. you just want him to go away.

♥︎ his first time seeing you in contacts

haitani ran

♥︎ you wear your glasses in front of him for the first time

obsessed! ♥︎ synopsis : ran is really just so obsessed with you. one day, you decide to call him out on it. | stripper!reader

haitani rindou

♥︎ you wear your glasses in front of him for the first time

♥︎ hair fun! synopsis : reader changes their hair to match their boyfie | bullet point

kokonoi hajime

♥︎ you wear your glasses in front of him for the first time ♥︎ his first time seeing you in contacts

just to kiss me! ♥︎ synopsis : various asexual!characters w asexual!reader ; non-sexual intimacy

♥︎ hair fun! synopsis : reader changes their hair to match their boyfie | bullet point

please be patient when asking for requests. airbendertendou © all rights reserved — these are all works of fiction written by me. do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform.

[littleoanh]

i strongly believe that ran is not the playboy type. he may be in a gang but he is the type of guy that is stick to one and only loved his childhood sweetheart. not all knows about this and girls still keep on throwing themselves to him but he just woosh them away! can u write something about this please please albie 🥹

A/N: Oh I fully and wholeheartedly agree with you! Ran is definitely not a playboy (but I still read fics when he is) in my opinion.

He’s a pretty boy who cares about his beauty sleep, hates staying out late, and it’s too much effort to hide infidelity. Ran is the type of guy who sticks to one person once his heart is captured. Fortunately for him, the one who captured his heart is you, his childhood sweetheart. You have always been by his side since he took over Roppongi with Rin. He always accepts your scolding (more like he doesn’t feel like arguing or thinks if you let it out you’ll feel better) when he gets reckless in his fights. Also, you have the special privilege to play with his hair. 

Ran attracts all genders no matter where he goes, eyes are always drawn to him and he’s used to it. His whimsical and charming personality cause a misconception about his dating life. People always assume he goes through relationships like changing clothes. He finds this quite amusing and brushes it off because he doesn’t care what other people think. However, if they dare say or do something about you it’s a completely different story. You are one of the most important people in his life.

“You want your usual order?” Ran asks you, he has a free day and wants to take you out on a date at your favorite cafe. You smile and nod, he tells you to find a seat and he’ll order for the both of you. On the way to the cash register, everyone is flocking towards him like a moth to a flame. They completely ignored your existence and did anything to win his affection. This sometimes happens on your dates with him but it doesn’t exactly make you feel good.

However it instantly changes when you hear a loud smack, Ran slap a girl’s hand away from him. His lilac eyes narrow and an unusual scowl appears on his lips, “Don’t touch me.” He coldly warns all of them and they step aside. Once he paid for your orders and brought the tray to your table. You can practically feel the intimidating stares stabbing your back, Ran picks up on your uncomfortableness. “What are you staring at?” He glares at  those who dare make you feel this way and discreetly shows his baton and they stop.

On the way to your next date spot, a girl rudely stands in your way with an upset expression. “Is this your significant other?” She looks at Ran as though she is the victim. Ran holds your hand firmly while disinterestedly staring at her.

“Yeah, you got a problem with that?” He doesn’t care how apathetically he sounded as she runs off. Ran focuses his attention on you, taking your hand and placing warm and tender kisses on your knuckles. “They got nothing on you, baby.” Reassuring his love for you is genuine and there is no one else he needs besides you.

[miniimight]

DISAPPEARING ACT (II) .

part one

with married!rindou + fem!reader

warnings you've been asking for it so here it is almost a year later 💀 beware of subpar sequel syndrome and toxic relationships and alcohol and i dont know what im doing

bottles and bottles and bottles.

rindou's best friend was alcohol. any shape, any size, any kind. he wanted to drown himself in the buzz.

“god, rindou.” ran leaned over his knees, his elbows propping his torso up as he peered down at his baby brother. “would you get off the floor?”

rindou ignored him, laying on his back in the middle of his brother’s expansive top-floor apartment. "no."

ran rolled his eyes and walked away.

rindou sighed. he'd been at ran's place for the past few months. his house just felt... wrong. the light filtering in illuminated the dust suspended in the air, as if the house was abandoned. he didn't know where anything was. all he could think to do was sleep, shower, eat. takeout boxes littered the floor and he didn't have the energy to clean up after himself.

he sat up. "can't you talk to her for me?"

ran raised an eyebrow. "you aren't fifteen. you can talk to your own wife."

"i don't think she wants to be my wife anymore." rindou mumbled. "ran, she hates me."

ran frowned at his brother's distress. he hated seeing him this way. "she doesn't hate you, rin."

rindou whipped to face his brother with an exasperated expression. "she made it more than clear when she walked out on me when i was trying to make it up to her."

ran pursed his lips, giving rindou an unimpressed look.

rindou's expression darkened. "what?"

"you walked back into her life one day and randomly decided to care again." ran mused. "i'm just saying, your word means nothing to her."

rindou remained silent.

"rindou?" ran pressed.

"yeah, yeah, shut up. i get it." rindou scoffed. but he got off the floor. "i just..." he shoved his hands in his pockets, looking awkwardly out of place. "i don't know what do to. she doesn't respond to calls or texts. i think she blocked me."

"you know where she is?"

rindou rolled his eyes. "of course i know where she is."

"you love her?" ran stood.

rindou hummed. "more than anything."

"then show her. simple as that. but don't be stupid and think she's gonna come running into your arms again." ran slid his hands into his pockets. "that ship has sailed."

rindou glared at the ground. "everything i did—that i do—is for her. for the three of us. i wouldn't want—"

"i know, rin." ran threw an arm around his brother's shoulder. "i know. you do good. you just have to make sure she knows. you'll grow closer together again in no time."

"yeah, i'll do anything." rindou mumbled under his breath.

ran patted his back before walking off. rindou sighed, picking up another bottle.

.

a few months later and rindou seemed to be stuck in the same spot. he never leaves ran's house, only to release some steam in the form of violently and brutally killing people. every time he collapses into his brother's arms afterwards.

ran grunted as he threw his little brother into the backseat of his car. he yanked the latter's suit jacket off and inspected his skin. it was littered with purple bruises. "you're too reckless, rin. more than usual." ran frowned. rin never bruised this easily.

"i won the fight, didn't i?" rindou protested sleepily, shaking ran's hands off him and rifling through the cooler. his hands brushed over the cool bottles of booze, as if in a trance.

ran shut the car door, rapping his knuckles on the partition. "hospital."

rindou sat up just a little, popping the top of one of the bottles. "what are—"

ran snatched the bottle from rindou, dumping it out the car window, before locking the cooler. "this has got to stop. you drink too much, rindou. you're not doing yourself any favors here."

rindou scowled, drowsy. "what does it matter?"

ran groaned. "stop with that. get the fuck up and go see her."

rindou got quiet and slumped into his seat. he couldn't find the courage to see you again. he was scared that you were right about you two, that it was impossible to return to the way things were.

.

you sigh. "i know you're there."

it was a relatively quiet morning. you sat outside your regular coffee shop, enjoying a warm drink before wasting away yet another day to regret and despair.

you turned around in your seat ever so slightly to catch a glimpse of him.

ran haitani.

"i know you know." he smiled softly, sipping on an espresso.

you rolled your eyes, turning back in your seat. ran always said the stupidest things.

due to the abrupt nature of which you left, you had to find an emergency place. thankfully, a friend took you in with a big warm welcome and a long tight hug. you cried in their arms, releasing all the emotions you were so adamant on hiding from rindou. you apologized for dumping your burden on them. they didn't care.

you remembered the first time your brother-in-law showed up on your friend's doorstep. it was a few months since you left. he was dressed as a deliveryman, easily charming your friend into letting him stay over for a drink. you came home from errands, only to find a strange man in the kitchen.

once you saw those rings, though, you knew. a deliveryman couldn't afford all that gold.

he's been tracking you ever since you left. in the back of your mind, you knew that rindou would never be unaware of your location, but it was just juvenile to send his older brother in his place to 'keep tabs on you.'

now, year after your exit, ran was still popping up every now and again. a year since rindou declared he'd get you back, another year of empty promises.

the time made you realize that, yet again, you were still waiting for him.

"are you going to say something?" you asked.

"no."

"you never say anything—"

"just did."

"—so why are you here?"

you hear the chair scraping against the concrete as he gets up from his table, and the clopping of his shoes as he strolls closer to yours. you drops himself into the chair across from you, leaning back. "just looking out for my little sister, s'all."

you stared at him, something close to nostalgia and longing stirring in your chest. your eyes dropped down to your lap. "not your sister."

he downed the rest of his espresso and set it back on the table with a little clink.

a heavy silence weighed on the both of you as you avoided the elephant in the room like the plague.

he breathed deeply. "y/n—"

you held up a hand. "ran, it's been a year. let's all just move on."

"you're miserable. he's miserable. why not be miserable together?"

you raised your eyebrow.

ran droops a little. "he loves you."

you narrow your eyes, bitterness spilling from your lips. "oh! that's why you're here instead of him." you shook you head. "really, let it go."

"look," he groaned, running his hands through his hair stressfully. "i don't wanna be hovering over your shoulder anymore than you want me to. and yes, in an ideal world, rindou would be here in my place. i know for sure he wants to, fuck, he won't shut up about it." he laughed tensely, a light titter that was far from amusement.

he put both elbows on the table, dropping his face into his hands. "holy shit, y/n. he's doing so bad."

you chewed on your lip, jumping your first instinct to ask more.

"i know you think he was choosing to not be with you, but that's just your perspective, y/n. so far from the truth." he gripped his hair tightly. suddenly you noticed the bags under his eyes, the puffiness. the creased eyebrows and the deep frown.

you drew back as you watched ran collapse just a little before your eyes. it unnerved you.

you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. "i'm gonna go—" you stood, grabbing your bag.

ran's hand shot out and grabbed your wrist. "wait, wait. you know i wouldn't beg you if it wasn't really important."

you stared at him, a looming dread settling in your stomach. "ran, what's..." you had to laugh nervously, his slender hand ice cold over your skin. "you're scaring me. whatever he's going through—he's fine. he'll be fine. it's... just a breakup." even you didn't believe the words coming from your mouth.

since you knew the brothers from middle school, you've never seen ran haitani ever beg someone for something, or even be in a position to depend on someone else that much.

he pursed his lips. "rindou's refusing surgery."

.

rindou paced through the hospital wing. where was the exit again?

he needed to grab his phone. he stopped in the hallway, catching a glimpse of the break room.

he stumbled inside, ripping open the fridge and rifling around for something. anything. behind all the containers of lunches, he found a bottle of beer. not his standard, but it was something. and he needed it to feel something other than nothing.

he cracked it open and chugged as much as he could without throwing himself off balance, but he collapsed onto the couch anyways.

he heard, distantly, his nurse yell after him, running to help him sit upright.

she glanced at his face. "we told you to stay in your room, and only water from now on." she paused. "you're crying. any pain?"

"yeah," he slurred.

.

you blinked. "huh?"

ran stood up beside you. "acute liver failure. from a steady year of drinking himself to death. doctor said he needed surgery to cut off the bad part that's making him sick. and his dumbass is refusing to do it."

you blanched. you're kidding.

"he's been drinking since..." ran inhaled deeply, eyes squinting as he racked his memory. "since he turned a teenager, really. only gotten worse in the past year." he looked at you.

your mind was stuck on the death part. he's not supposed to die. he's not supposed to leave your life forever.

"he'll die without it." he said quietly.

"oh my gosh." you squeezed your eyes shut, pressing your palms into your eyes. "you're not kidding?"

his gaze hardened. "i know you want nothing to do with him, but you're the last resort. since you're still married, you're his medical proxy. tell the doctors that he's unfit to make this decision and get him to do that fucking surgery."

"how long have you known that—"

"does it matter?" he cut you off.

yes. why didn't you tell me sooner?

"will you come or not? if you do, i'll get you your own place, with furnishings and everything." ran offered. "you can leave him behind forever, promise."

"no, no..." you stared at him briefly, a little hurt. you didn't need to be compensated for helping rindou. you didn't want to be.

you felt the dread settle. it rooted quickly and deeply as you came to terms with what was happening. you left him in a hurry, and your resolve was strong, but that pesky feeling of longing would just not let you go.

it kept reminding you that you've been through too much together to give up on each other now. that you really loved him.

was rindou a bad husband? yes.

did he deserve to die? no.

was he allowed to die? no.

.

the nurse dragged him back to bed, and after a quick call from ran, they suddenly had the idea of handcuffing him to the railings so he doesn't run off and shorten his lifespan again.

rindou's blown eyes focused on the ceiling. as much as he could. his vision was blurring. the alcohol wasn't working. the emptiness in his stomach was still there. but he kept reaching for it. the burn of it was supposed to keep him warm but each day he grew colder.

his doctor rushed to his side, quickly glancing over his stats before leaning over his bedside, imploring him. "you're dying, haitani. this surgery will save your life. success rates—"

"stop saying that shit..." he groaned. "i don't fucking care."

a gentle knock on the door caught his fuzzy attention.

"doctor?" you chirped softly, ran standing behind you.

holy shit, rindou thought. i'm dead. cuz he just thought he heard your voice.

"yes?" the doctor replied.

you held out your hand. "hi. mrs. haitani," you introduced yourself.

"o-oh..." the doctor shook your hand delicately.

rindou shot up in bed, as much as he could without the handcuffs restricting him. "y/n?"

"yeah," you dropped your bag onto his bedside table. you smoothed his hair away from his forehead, gently pushing him back against the bed.

he stared at you in his delirium, watching you like you were his savior, his angel.

"rindou," you told him. "you are doing this surgery."

he stared for a bit longer, committing every detail of your face to memory and drowning in the wells of your eyes. you gave him an expectant look, and he slowly nodded before the motion became feverish.

"yes. yes, whatever you want." he quickly agreed. "holy shit."

"that easy? seriously?" ran deadpanned, crossing his arms in exasperation.

"holy shit, ran." rindou whispered. "is she really here?" he stared at you as if you were some ghost. your heart tensed thinking of how he got to this point.

ran rolled his eyes.

you finalized things with the doctor and confirmed the surgery before you nodded to the brothers. "well... that's that."

rindou sat up in his bed, the handcuffs clattering against the metal framing. “stay. please, stay with me.”

“i’m gonna— yeah.” ran held up his hands and quickly left the room.

you couldn’t do much but stare at him. he looked even worse than the last time you saw him. his hair had grown out, stubble poked through, and the bags under his eyes were concerning.

“please, stay a moment?” he asked. you nodded and soundlessly sat on the bed. you frowned at his handcuffs.

“what happened?”

“i wandered around again so the nurses chained me to the bed.”

“ah.”

an awkward silence passed.

“i’m sorry.” rindou whispered.

you kept your eyes trained on the floor, hiding the surprise on your face at his quick apology.

“i made a promise to you when we were kids, but i never grew up. i always knew you’d be waiting for me. until you weren’t.” he mumbled. “and i panicked.”

he scooted closer to you and you heard the cuffs clang against the framing once again. “i’m sorry most of all for not running after you.”

you glared at the ground. “you said you would.”

“i did.” he whispered. “baby, i’m sorry. after this surgery, i promise i’ll change. i’m not asking you to teach me—that’s not on you. just… nudge me when i’m being an asshole. guide me to be better. talk to me, tell me what i do wrong, and i’ll fix it. i swear this will never happen again.”

you met his eyes and suddenly you were seventeen again, locking pinkies to seal your vows to each other. “if you let me down a second time—”

“no.” rindou denied vehemently. “no, there won’t be. it’s me and you, forever.”

you gave him a look. you stood and fished a bobby pin out of your bag, holding the cuffs up and fiddling the pin around in the keyhole. within seconds, his wrists were released.

“you’re pretty good at that.” rindou said.

“i mean, i do have a crime boss for a husband,” you shrugged.

he grinned and a boyish chuckle bubbled up. “yeah you do.” free from his shackles, he grabbed you and pulled you down onto him.

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© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3

[tobifuyu]

Heatwave

RAN HAITANI x f!reader

A heatwave hits Tokyo and you have to deal with a clingy, and way too hot, Ran Haitani.

cw: nsfw, mdni, smut, fluff, vaginal sex, oral (fem receiving), overstimulation, whiny ran, ran is smitten.

words count: 3.8k

Sleeping in the same bed as Ran means waking up in a furnace. Lanky body stretching over the mattress, long limbs reaching over for you the moment you try running away from the heat.

It’s almost like he can sense you’re not by his side anymore, unconsciously trying to have you back in his arms.

Tonight the air in the room is unbreathable. It’s summer, the humidity makes the city feel way hotter than it should be. You forgot to turn the ac on and the idea of getting up to look for the remote in the dark is so far out of your mind.

“Ran, baby. Let go of me,” You mumble between shallow breaths, still too groggy to care about not slurring your words. You know it’s pointless, though, Ran is never gonna hear your desperate tone unless you arouse him from his sleep.

He is a deep sleeper and he doesn’t particularly enjoy getting woken up.

You try, once again, removing yourself from his hold. It hurts you, knowing how much he likes to cuddle with you in his sleep and how inviting his hands look resting on your skin, but you can already feel the sweat wetting the back of your neck. The moment you raise his heavy arm and lift the blanket from your body, you can hear him groan.

“Mh,” he grunts at you angrily, big palm coming to rest on your hip as he grabs it to pull your frame back into his chest.

God, this annoying man-child.

If he won’t let you go, there’s no other way to go about it if not by waking him up. You really don’t want to disturb his sleep, considering the ungodly hours he does at his job and how much he cares for his beauty rest, but he’s now impeding yours. You feel like dying in this heat and your throat is getting perched as minutes go by.

You turn in his hold, now facing him, shaking his frame as you call his name once again, “Baby please, just let me go, it’s too hot.”

“No,” his answer is raspy and stubborn like the man he is, and he lowers his head to rest it on the plush of your chest as he hums happily.

You let out a sigh of defeat and bring your hands to the back of his head, running the tips of your fingers between his un-gelled short locks out of habit.

“Just know that you’ll wake up tomorrow and I’ll be dead,” you’re just kidding, but the statement makes Ran slightly release his hold on you.

“Please, don’t go,” He sleepily whispers with such vulnerability that makes your heart ache for him. You scratch the patch of skin behind his ear and make him shiver in your embrace as you bend to kiss the crown of his head.

You love this man so much, you don’t think you could ever live without him.

You leave another peck on his forehead, then another on his nose as you scoot down to his level. His handsome face is puffy from sleep, and his lavender haze is now focused on you as you move closer to kiss his soft lips.

The press of your mouths together is short and sweet as he finally awakens.

“I’m not going anywhere, just a couple centimeters away from the radiator that is your body,” you try to explain, grasping his clenched jaw between your palms.

“Can’t sleep without you near,” he states as a matter of fact.

You know that is a lie, this man could sleep anywhere and at all times, but you don’t get to protest as he reaches over once again to kiss you. His lips encase yours while his nose rubs against your own, his eyes closing to savor the moment.

You gently push him away, scolding him with your stare as you tell him he’s not being reasonable or helpful, “At least get up to turn on the ac, if you wanna hold me so bad.”

“Or you could just get naked,” he suggests, winking as a smug grin makes its way on his pretty face. You know the moment the suggestion popped up in his head, he’s already getting ideas, you can sense it in the way his fingers are now running under the hem of your sleep shirt.

“Turn the ac on. And bring me some water while you’re at it, then I might even take my clothes off. Just for you,” you try to bribe him, but can’t help hiding an amused smile.

At first you think he’s not gonna do it, but then you hear him let out a groan as he stretches his long body and leaves the bed. Out of the two, he’s the one who cherishes sleep the most, but you’re the laziest.

The beep of the ac as he turns it on and the steps he takes to the kitchen resound in the otherwise silent room as you kick the covers to the bottom of the bed. As promised, you grasp the hem of your shirt to remove it and chunk it in the direction of the sofa, waiting for the cooling air to hit your panties-covered body.

When Ran comes back in the room, you’re slipping back into a slumber, but he pats your shoulder and cradles the back of your head in his palm, raising it to help you drink the cold water you requested.

“Thank you, baby,” you pull him in by the back of his neck as he sits the glass on the nightstand, now moving over your frame as he rests on his bent elbows.

“My pleasure,” he hums, lowering himself to touch your skin with his, hips settling between your parted legs while he pecks your lips, “Mh, I see you did get naked.”

Another peck, “‘course, I keep all of my promises.”

“That’s good,” your arms are draped loosely over his broad shoulders, hands running along the skin as you drag him even closer, “Means I get to be the one making you sweat now.”

Your chuckle gets cut short by his mouth descending onto yours, this time with a purpose. His kisses start slow, lips repeatedly encasing your own, as he sucks the skin enough to make it hurt, pleasurably.

Ran’s tongue runs across the seam of your mouth which you part willingly to let him in, meeting him halfway trying to fight for dominance because you like to irk him, no matter how pointless it might be.

He lets out a moan in your mouth, liking the way you’re fighting back, and your body instantly reacts to the sound by enclosing his hips between your thighs.

Ran starts rubbing against you while his cock hardens. He can already feel how wet you are through the cloth, the both of you only clad in underwear.

“Ran-“ you whisper his name between rushed kisses and the knocking of your teeth. He recognizes the desperation in your tone and reels in it. “Sh, baby. Let’s take it slow, mh?”

He’s doing it on purpose, he likes to drive you mad as much as you do. He’s a generous lover, but does not give without a little teasing.

His lips start carefully mapping out the path that he knows oh so well down your body. He has it memorized by now, and knows where to kiss, lick and bite to make you sound just the way he craves.

Ran reaches your exposed chest, sucking the pebbled nipple in his mouth as he caresses the other breast. You arch your back and press against him. He knows not to leave any part of you unattended, Ran loves to spoil you.

That’s why he can’t bring himself to tell you no when you grip his messy hair and bring him back up for another kiss, one of your hands reaching down to snap the elastic of his boxers over his pelvis, making him flinch and the both of you let out a laugh against each others’ lips at his reaction.

You reach inside the cotton to grasp his hardened length. He’s heavy and warm in your hold, you stroke him a couple of times and feel him get stiffer. With the pad of your thumb you circle his head, “Fuck,” he hisses when you press against his silt, precome collecting on your fingertips.

He’s kissing your neck now, enjoying the slow touches on his hardness, bucking his hips against your hand when you squeeze just a little tighter, “I thought you said to take it slow?” you tease him. Sometimes he needs to get a taste of his own medicine.

He stamps a kiss on your lips, loud and wet, and doesn’t even bother replying to you as he squats between your legs before grasping the sides of your panties. He drags them down slowly, fixed on your cunt getting exposed and the strings of your wetness sticking to the lace.

Ran takes a look at you, hair messy and sprawled on the pillow, cheeks rosy and chest heaving. Your pebbled nipples and spread legs are not the only things giving away how needy you are, “Fuck, so pretty.”

He bends down and your thighs squish his head the moment he laps at your clit. You love when he dives straight in, means he can’t wait to get a taste of you, but the zero warning on his side makes you moan loudly.

You lower your gaze onto his, fixed on your reddening face to memorize every single one of your reactions as he flattens his tongue over your cunt, the tip parting your lips to collect the liquid he has been craving a taste of.

“This wet already?” he snickers as he slaps your cunt with his palm, making you jump. His fingers find their way to your opening to massage and stretch the entrance as his lips are circling your clit, sucking it into his mouth to make sure you start pleading for him.

“Ran, baby. Please, want you inside,” you’re pulling on his hair, trying to get his face away from between your legs.

He complies, your neediness starting to get to him. He would love to spend hours between your thighs as he normally does, but he also knows the both of you are too tired for that, so he makes a mental note to wake you up with his tongue in the morning.

You take off his boxers swiftly, and he lets you because he lives off that look you get when you concentrate while doing something, whatever that may be. He’s just so smitten, if you could read his mind you’d never stop making fun of him. But he doesn’t really care. Sometimes he wishes you could, just so you might finally understand the weight of what he feels. Ran has never been great at sharing his feelings.

Settling between your legs is what he does after. Usually, he lets you ride him whenever he’s too tired to put you to sleep himself, but tonight he just wants you to lay there and let him love you. It’s been a long week of grueling work and he misses you. Craves you so much that he can’t resist your whines anymore.

“You sure you can take me like this, pretty girl?”

“Mhmh, ‘m positive. I need you so bad,” His cock is big, he usually spends some time prepping you, but you seem resolute about this as you grasp the base of his length and position his tip at your entrance. Ran hisses, the feeling of your warm skin brushing his is so delicious. You’re aware of how needy Ran can get when he’s tired, unlike his usual dominant self, and you have to admit you can’t help but feel even more turned on whenever you manage to make him whine for you.

When he pushes in, your jaw goes slack, no sound is coming out of your open mouth other than the deep breaths you take to keep yourself grounded. He is girthy, the very first time you had him made you nearly give up halfway through, but you’ve gotten used to taking him, and the burning stretch is now nothing but a reassurance of what pleasure is gonna come after.

The warmth of his forehead rests on your shoulder as he heaves in your ear, eyes squeezed shut and hands holding the fat of your hips to pin you down tightly. Ran needs a second to collect himself cause if he doesn’t he’s either gonna start fucking into you before you’re ready or just come from the way you’re gripping him alone.

You’re so wet, his cock is slipping in slowly and you can feel all of him, rounded tip and the veins on his length, brushing against your walls. Ran bottoms out but doesn’t dare to move, navel pressed so tightly against yours that when you try raising your hips you have very little wiggle room.

“Ran, baby, please?” Oh, Ran is just delighted. He loves when you call him baby, makes him feel loved and cared for, especially paired with the way you’re stroking the back of his head while cradling him and softly begging for him to move. So of course he does just that, he’d do anything to please you.

The canting of his hips starts slow, the drag of his cock feels delicious inside of you, and you spread your legs wider to make him reach even deeper. “Fuck, pretty girl. You feel so fucking good. S’good.” He’s a blubbering mess, his lips are leaving wet kisses all over your neck, making you moan out when he sucks on the soft patch of skin right below your ear.

“Want me to ride you?” You ask him, not wanting to move from under the weight of his body but also needing him to feel as good and taken care of as he always makes you feel.

“No need princess,” the kisses are now dragging lower towards your chest, he bites one of your nipples between his teeth making you arch your back once again, a sign that he’s collected himself and is offended by how quickly you were ready to take over. He grasps the back of your left knee in his hand, bending the leg while opening you up to him, far more than what you’re able to stretch on your own, and you feel him brush your cervix with his leaky tip. His thrusts are now harsher, he pulls out all the way just to slam back in, heavy balls slapping against your ass as he aims for that spot inside of you, the one he loves to hit while watching down on you as he is now, resting on his bent arm.

All the confidence you were sporting a moment ago is wiped from your face in mere seconds, now replaced by your big eyes filling with tears as the pleasure knocks the breath out of you. “Mh, that’s it, there’s my good girl. Let me do all the fucking now, will you?”

His cheeks are stained red, spit-slicked lips being bitten between his pearly whites as he glances down at where the two of you are connected. “Shit, look at that.” He’s not asking, he’s ordering you and you know better than to let your eyes flutter shut.

The grasp on the back of your thigh doesn’t waver as he pulls out, his other hand fisting the base of his length as he slaps it over your clit, dragging his precome and your wetness all over the reddening skin. He’s making a show of it. “You’re making a fucking mess. S’pretty and wet, all fo’ me. Right? Say it’s all fo’ me.”

The pad of his thumb is rubbing your puffy clit as he awaits your answer, holding back from fucking you until you can’t utter a single sentence anymore, “All for you, Ran!”

“That’s right, pretty girl. This pretty pussy is all mine.”

He slips back in, the squelching sound and panting are the only things your ringing ears can process after his sentence. You’re full-on moaning now, hands holding onto his shoulders as he moves above you. His fingers grasp the back of your other knee, locking both of them in the crease of his bent arms, bending your body at an angle that makes it so easy for him to piston into you, no matter how hard your cunt is clenching down on him. The coil in your lower belly is about to snap, you can’t think straight anymore with the way his purple eyes are staring down at you under the shade of his pretty lashes. “Ra-Ran!” You whine, scratching down his back with one of your hands, sure to be drawing blood. “‘m gonna come, baby, ‘m coming.”

His left hand slithers down between your bodies as he applies pressure over your navel, pushing down with all his might as he abuses your spot from the inside, thumb reaching lower to massage your clit. “Give it to me, pretty, come all over my cock.”

His deep voice is your undoing. You come with a call of his name, tightening your grip around his neck to pull him closer to your quivering body and down for a kiss. You can barely breathe, but the way his tongue sneaks inside your mouth makes the feeling of asphyxiation even sweeter.

Your orgasm is dragged out by his unstopping thrusts, the only giveaway of him acknowledging the fact that you came is the groans and moans the lets out against your lips at the way you’re squeezing him.

“Fuck Ran, baby, too much,” You’re back to begging, but now for him to stop. You’re getting overstimulated, the coarse hair over his length is brushing against your soft spot just right. But he’s relentless and starts to get ruthless in his speed.

You know he needs to come and that he’s not gonna let himself go unless you reach your high again. That’s just how Ran is, ripping one orgasm out of you is not enough for him. It’s not only to stroke his big ego, but also cause that is his way of showing love, of putting himself out there and drilling into your head how much he wants and needs you.

“One more pretty girl, just one more.”

You could tell him that you can’t, that you’re spent, but the both of you know it would be a lie. You want it just as much as he does, and all it takes is a couple more minutes for you to get used to his thrusting again, and for the overstimulation to blend into burning pleasure.

“Oh my fucking god– Ran, fuck fuck–“ You’re swearing loudly, gripping onto his body with both your arms and legs as he fucks into you like he means it. You love the way his frame towers over you, he’s so big and the strength he puts into his thrusts is impressive, hips slamming into yours repeatedly, the pressure of your pelvises crashing into one another is just as good as the way he’s shaping your insides.

“Want you to come fo’ me, need to feel you, my love,” His fingers find your clit once again, he flicks it before rubbing against it with precision, the wetness on the skin aiding his fast movements as he takes you to your end once again. “That’s it, baby, just like that. What a fucking good girl, milk me dry.” He’s holding your chin in a firm hold with his big palm, to keep you from looking away from him as fat tears run down your pretty face.

The sight of you makes him double over, his teeth are scraping your earlobe, Ran’s warm breath hits your neck as he pants and groans. He’s so close he’s lost it, his hips are stuttering and you take matters into your own hands as you buck up into him, your walls are clenching around his length with the aftermath of your orgasm.

“Come for me, baby,” You beg him in between deep breaths, hands tangled in his short locks. You use the hold on his hair to redirect his face in front of yours, planting your lips on his and stealing the remaining of his breath away, just like he loves doing to you. “Fill me up,” you whisper against his parted mouth, an invitation he can’t help but accept as he comes while saying your name, white ropes of cum sticking to your walls and overflowing your cunt as he pushes it back in with his sensitive cock.

“‘m gonna eat it out of you in the morning,” he promises shamelessly, referring to the mess the both of you made as he squeezes your ass, and a whimper leaves your lips at the picture he just painted in your head.

He crashes over your body, kissing your collarbone as he regains his breath.

Your mind is so foggy, all you can feel, hear, smell, and taste is Ran. It’s so euphoric. His movements slow to an alt as he comes down from his high. You feel full, warm, and sweaty and for a moment you remember the reason why you even got in this predicament in the first place, but you don’t care about the temperature of the room anymore as your spent bodies stay tangled together.

“Can’t move, ‘m too tired,” he mumbles against your damp skin, lazy eyes staring up at you apologetically.

“‘s okay, baby, rest,” You lay a kiss on his forehead after brushing away the loose hair, “Thank you for turning on the ac.”

Your voice is soft, you look at him with tired eyes and the gentle rise and fall of your chest is pulling him back under. He thinks he would do anything for you if you asked him.

“Mhmh, can I stay inside?” His eyelids are fluttering closed while you nod, not ready to part from his body just yet, “You’re gonna get cold if I don’t, I know you won’t last long with the ac on and I’m not getting up again, babygirl.” You laugh at his raspy voice, maybe he’s already slipping back into dreamland if he hasn’t realized you’ve already given your consent and he’s trying to bargain for a little more of you.

“You can keep me warm, my love. Thank you.”

And Ran is gonna do just that, not only tonight but every other night for the rest of your lives. He leaves a kiss above your left breast.

“No, thank you… I love you.”

Your heart does a backflip, and you hold him closer.

“Love you more, Ran.”

You’re never gonna ask him to let go of you ever again, no matter how hot it might get.

[mitsuyeaah]

mean and filthy.

— ran haitani, sanzu haruchiyo x f! reader

cw: dom!ran & sanzu, sub!reader, nsfw (mdni), smut, threesome, voyeurism, unprotected sex, anal (f receiving), brief clit slapping, creampie, fingering (f receiving), masturbation (m), edging, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms (m & f), degradation, ass slapping, pet names (baby, princess). JUST. PURE. FILTH.

a/n: relieving 🥮 anon and i’s ranzu thoughts!! this’ll be my last drabble for a while (maybe) since i’ll be working on my oneshots hehe

ran haitani, your boyfriend, always thought of the most extreme ideas when it came to exploring new things in an intimate setting, of course not in a way that made you uncomfortable or anything. god, he would never try to make you uncomfortable. it was in a way that increased pleasure for the both of you, and boy did he not disappoint with those ideas.

which is why you’re lying naked on your shared king-sized bed making out with not your boyfriend, no, but none other than his good friend, sanzu. you moaned into his mouth as he brings a hand down to rub fast, tight circles at your clit while occasionally toying with your wet folds, and shallowly inserting a slender finger to tease you.

ran sat on a chair at the corner of the room which gave him a full view of you and sanzu. he bit his lip at the way your hips desperately bucked against sanzu’s hand, his own hand languidly stroking his hard cock at the view. fuck, you were always so eager for pleasure, that’s what he loved about you.

“aah! sanzu!” sanzu inserted a finger which earned a loud moan from you. his digit was slender but long, just like ran’s but the way he played with your cunt was different, he was more desperate, pulling more whines from your parted lips. “haah.. that’s it baby. show your fuckin’ boyfriend who’s making you moan this loud.” sanzu mused against your cheek, his lips ghosting over your warm skin before shooting a smug smile towards ran—aquamarine eyes filled with lust and pride.

normally, ran would’ve clicked his tongue at sanzu’s smug face and showed the man who could make you moan louder but he didn’t; he was too turned on from the sight unfolding in front of him.

sanzu was merciless. after adding another finger, he’d quickly pump them in and out of your sopping cunt before completely removing them—all slapping your clit with his other hand. he did this for a couple of times until you were begging for his fingers to remain inside you and deliciously fill your cunt.

of course he wasn’t going to let you cum that easily.

“beg for it.” sanzu looked down at your naked body. a complete mess yet so beautiful. you held his gaze, your eyes clouded with lust and brimmed with tears of want and pleasure. “p-please, sanzu..” you bit your lip, embarrassment swallowing you whole.

you felt your body burn as those two words left your lips. it wasn’t like you weren’t new to begging, no. oh, ran haitani made you beg more than you could remember but you just didn’t think you’d be begging for a man other than your boyfriend. sanzu’s name felt foreign on your tongue but it tasted like excitement, and you liked being excited.

sanzu raised a rosy brow as his turquoise eyes bore into you—for a colour so serene and icy, you burned under it. “hmm? i can’t hear you, baby. you have to be louder than that..” he gave you a saccharine smile. he was so pretty. sanzu was so pretty; long rosy strands from his mullet cascaded down to his shoulders, his fringe resting just above his prominent lashes.

“please, sanzu! fuck me with your fingers!” you curled your toes in embarrassment as you felt ran’s amethyst gaze on you; you could see from the corner of your eye that he was pumping himself faster, one hand gripping the armrest for his dear life.

sanzu hummed in approval, sloppily licking at his digits before shoving them past your folds. you yelped at the sudden speed of his fingers, and how it filled your cunt easily. “see? all you had to do was use your words.” he leaned down to grope a breast with his free hand while his mouth sucked on the other.

you moaned at the feeling of his hot tongue swirling around your sensitive bud. fuck, you were so near. “i-i’m cumming.. fuck!” you threw your head back against the pillow, back arching in pleasure as you felt the pit of your stomach bubbling.

but of course, it all disappeared as sanzu removed his fingers. you whined in protest at the sudden emptiness of your cunt, squeezing around nothing.

“all fours for me, baby. let’s give your boyfriend a show, yeah?” he kissed your collarbone before giving you space to adjust into the said position. sanzu cursed under his breath, groping the fat of your ass as his curious eyes wandered up and down your naked body.

he grabbed the base of his cock and rubbed the tip from your sopping entrance all the way to in between your ass, causing you to wiggle your hips in desperation and grip the sheets a little harder. fuck, sanzu was such a tease. “mmm? impatient now, aren’t we?” you clenched at his honeyed tone—you were so turned on to the point that everything he did made your head spin.

“hah. look how impatient your baby is for my cock, haitani.” sanzu looked over to the side where ran was, a smirk plastered upon his scarred lips. ran watched as you bit down on your lip while sanzu continued teasing you with the tip of his cock. “be a good girl for him, princess.” ran finally piped up from his seat. his voice was strained from trying to hold back moans as he fisted his cock.

you locked gazes with your boyfriend but before you could even nod in compliance, sanzu pushed into you without warning. your eyes widened as you cried out sanzu’s name in pleasure while holding ran’s gaze. “that’s right. moan out my name while you look at him.” he groaned, bottoming out. he groped your ass as his hips rested flush against your skin, relishing the way your cunt hugged him so tight.

ran was definitely longer in length but sanzu’s thickness made up for it. fuck, you felt so full that you could cum right then and there.

both arms that were planted against the mattress were bound behind your back by sanzu’s large hand; with both arms secured behind your back, he was in full control. his other hand snaked to your front to rest at the base of your neck, putting light pressure around it to hold you in place.

a string of profanities mixed with incoherent sentences left your lips as sanzu started pounding you from behind. the sound of skin slapping and wet noises reverberated throughout the whole room. ran gripped the base of his cock hard, the urge to cum dissipating right away. he wanted to prolong this, he wanted to cum at the same time as you.

ran cried your name as he teased the tip of his dick with his thumb, the pad of it rubbing against his sensitive slit. he watched the way your breasts bounced with every powerful thrust from sanzu’s hips, your face contorting in pure bliss from another man’s cock. tsk, such a dirty girl you were.

he closed his eyes and threw his head back, listening to the erotic sounds that came from you and sanzu. hearing such moans from you turned him on alone but your whimpers mixed with sanzu’s groans and praises? fuck, he was in heaven.

“ah! ah! ah! sanzu—ngh!” “hmm—fuck! wha-what do you want, baby?—aah!” he pressed your back closer to his chest to whisper into your ear, so that you were almost kneeling upright. the new angle immediately made your eyes roll back, it drove his cock deeper into you, and you were sure to cum any time soon from how he was ploughing his hips into your ass.

“fuck! fuck! mhm—ah! i’m cumming!” you threw your head back against his shoulder, eyes shut tight. sanzu latched his lips to your neck, nibbling and sucking at the supple skin while his cock mercilessly rammed into you. he chuckled against your skin before shoving your body back down to the mattress, your arms splayed right beside you.

“watch this, haitani.” sanzu let out a breathy laugh.

your eyes flew open as he pulled his dick out, only the tip of it remaining inside you. unmoving. “wha-what.. no, no please! let me cum, sanzu! please!” you supported your torso with trembling arms and looked back at the man with teary eyes. you didn’t wait for him to do anything and instead you started fucking yourself back to him.

sanzu smirked at your trembling figure moving back and forth against his cock. he watched the way your cunt desperately swallowed his dick as you moved yourself against him. fuck. fuck, you were so close. tears ran down your warm cheeks from the frustration of having your orgasm so harshly ripped from you.

your body shook with frustration and want.

even if you were fucking yourself back onto his cock, it just wasn’t the same. none of it was the same—the pleasure was dull, and it didn’t make your eyes roll back. “please, sanzu..” you bowed your head, trying to build up the minimal pleasure you were getting but it was slow, and you needed it now.

“look at you.. such a slut for another man’s dick. even fucking yourself back onto it. how filthy.” sanzu brought a hand down to your ass, earning a loud whine from you. “oh, come on. you can do better than that, princess.” he was mocking you. that was what ran called you earlier, and now he was using it to mock you. he slapped your ass a few more times, causing you to grip the sheets harder and clench around him tighter.

“i-i can’t anymore.. please. just fuck me..” your arms wobbled and gave out. your torso hit the mattress with a soft thump. your frustrated sobs were muffled by the mattress, your body shaking with each small sob you let out. "aww, don't cry now." sanzu chuckled as he massaged the spot on your ass that he's been slapping.

he molded his body to yours, chest flushed against your back before sliding the entirety of his length. sanzu trapped you under his weight and resumed pounding into you, reclaiming the same speed he was going at earlier. uncontrollable moans poured from your lips but were easily muffled by the sheets.

you couldn't do anything else but take what he was giving you.

sanzu grabbed your chin to turn your face towards your boyfriend who has been desperately fisting his cock at the scene in front of him. "look at him. look at him while you take my fuckin' cock. look at him while you moan my name and no one else's." he whispered against your ear, goosebumps forming under his hot breath.

you bit your lip at the sight of ran bucking his hips up. his hand swiftly worked around his hard cock, cheeks flushed and lips parted. "fuck, princess! y'taking him so well.. look at you--ngh!" sanzu didn't miss the way you clenched around his dick as ran reached for his balls with his free hand, tugging and massaging them.

that sight alone was enough to bring you over the edge.

"shit, sanzu.. i'm cumming—aah!" without warning, you gushed around his cock. sanzu let out a loud groan from the way you clenched around him; you were gripping him so tight that he almost couldn't thrust his cock back inside you. a fresh set of hot tears streamed down your face as pleasure engulfed your whole body.

throughout the whole time your orgasm washed over you, you held ran's gaze despite moaning another man's name. it didn't take long for ran to reach his climax, his hot cum spurting from the tip of his cock, painting his fingers and abdomen white. your ears were ringing with pleasure but you could hear his desperate cries for your name.

sanzu buried his face into your hair, another shameless groan leaving his lips as he sheathed his cock inside you to unload his cum. you whined at the feeling of his hot cum filling you up--never in years you would imagine yourself to be full of another man's semen while your boyfriend watched and jerked off to it.

"aah yeah, that's it! y'feel so fucking good, baby. so perfect for me—ngh!" you let out a small whine as sanzu came down from his high and slowly pulled his dick out.

there were two things that told you this whole thing was nowhere near done; the first one was that sanzu was still hard despite having just come down from his orgasm, and the second one was that ran had not fucked you yet.

it was all confirmed when ran—after cleaning himself up—made his way over to you and sanzu. the mattress dipped under his weight, and he didn’t hesitate to pull you onto his lap as he rested his back against the headboard, your knees on either side of him. as if on instinct, you grabbed his heavy dick that lay against his abdomen, gently stroking his shaft.

ran let out a breathless laugh and held your hand to halt your movements, “i think i’ve had enough of hands, princess.. i want to feel you around me, hm?” his voice alone caused you to rub your thighs together. fuck, you were getting horny again.

wordlessly nodding at your boyfriend, you grabbed the base of his cock and aligned it to your entrance. ran loosely rested his hands on your hips, rubbing soothing circles at your skin as you sank down on him. your body trembled with sensitivity, taking him inch by inch until you were flush against his skin.

his cock slid inside with ease from sanzu’s cum mixed with your own, and thinking about it turned him on even more.

you slumped your body against him and moaned, you were too fucked out and lost in pleasure that all you could do was sit on his dick. you knew ran wanted you to ride him but at this point, sanzu was to blame for the lack of energy you had now. before you could say or do anything, you felt the bed dip behind you. you knew it was sanzu.

sanzu positioned himself behind you and in between ran’s legs before prodding the tip of his dick against your ass. you weren’t inexperienced with anal but you and ran barely did it because he simply liked the feeling of your cunt better.

your nails dragged along ran’s naked chest, leaving trails of pink and red as sanzu slowly pushed his length into your ass—eyes rolling back at how tight it was. fuck, the stretch was delicious. sanzu was thicker than ran, so you needed a few seconds to get used to the feeling. “fuuuck..” you whined at how full you felt.

ran let out a small chuckle, he removed his hands from your hips and propped his elbows atop the headboard. “bold of you to think you’ll let us do all the work, princess..” this earned a breathless laugh from sanzu as well, his hands ghosting up and down your sides.

fuck. they were mean, no. they were mean and filthy.

the way you had to work and beg for your orgasm frustrated you, and you knew they weren’t going to budge unless you showed them you wanted that sweet release.

you whimpered, bracing your arms against ran’s chest. you bit your lip at the feeling of his tip kissing your cervix as you positioned to move. soft pants came from both men as you worked your thighs and hips, it was hard to move at first—trying to find the right angle where both cocks would slide in and out smoothly but you got the hang of it.

it felt so good but you were so fucking out of it.

your mind was hazy, body trembling, and your vision clouded with tears. sanzu snaked his arms around your front to grope at each of your bouncing breasts—squeezing, massaging, and tugging at your sensitive buds. “mhm! sanzu! shit..” you slumped your body backwards, resting against sanzu as you bounced harder on their cocks.

the room was filled with squelching noises and loud moans coming from all three of you. it was hot, and stuffy but none of you cared. not when the sex was this good.

“please fuck me.. i-i can’t anymore. ran, baby, please..” your thighs burned from the constant movement. you could feel the pain from your legs more than the pleasure both their cocks were giving you, and it frustrated you.

“i’ve been a good girl.. please.. sanzu.” the pace of your movement came to a halt as you sobbed in defeat. you simply couldn’t chase the orgasm you badly wanted; you were tired and spent. ran reached out a hand to your cheek and thumbed at the lone tear that slipped down—a corner of his lip tugged up.

“hmm. you have been a good girl.. what do you say, sanzu?” thankfully, the man behind you hummed in agreement, too fucked to even form words from the way your ass gripped him tightly.

without a warning, both men thrusted their hips up, earning a loud yelp from you. ran sat up from the headboard, placing one hand on your hips and the other rubbing tight circles at your clit. “f-fuck! ngh—aah!” your back arched, pushing your breasts further into sanzu’s hands as you moaned incoherent sentences out loud.

at this point, you were long gone.

ran and sanzu were pounding into you so hard that it made you see stars—their cocks deliciously filled your holes, and you were in cloud nine. you were a moaning mess; lips parted, head lolled to the side, and your body limp as they mercilessly fucked you.

“shit, princess! look at you—ngh! taking our fucking cocks like a champ..” ran praised you, which went straight to your cunt, getting you wetter.

you didn’t know what to do with your hands, so one hand gripped ran’s wrist that worked on your clit while the other moulded against sanzu’s that groped a breast.

“ah! aah! shit—fuck! i’m so close! s-so fucking close.. please don’t stop—mhm!” ran bit his lip at the sight of the base of his cock forming a white ring. your wetness dripped down to his balls and down to the mattress. fuck, it was filthy but he loved it. “god—fuck! you’re so fucking tight! haah!” sanzu bit your shoulders, eyes clamped shut as he picked up his pace.

“yeah? cum for us, princess. you’re a good girl right? cream around this cock, then..” ran groaned as you clenched around his cock.

that was all it took you to reach your high. your body lurched forward, slumping against ran’s sweaty chest as the knot deep in your stomach finally snapped. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, body stiffening as pleasure swallowed you whole; your mouth was parted but no sounds came out, and you swore your vision turned white.

your face contorted in pure bliss, fingers and toes curling at the intense pleasure. fuck, it was so good. too good.

ran and sanzu’s hips didn’t falter despite you clenching tightly around their cocks, determined to reach their orgasm. ran brought a hand to your back, ghosting his fingers up and down as he whispered endless praises. tears streamed down your face as both men rode out your orgasm.

“fuck, i’m cumming—aah! fuuuck yeah..” sanzu threw his head back and stilled his hips to shoot his load into your ass. his body trembled from the amount of pleasure he felt as he filled you up to the brim with his cum, tears clouding his vision.

it didn’t take long for ran to follow suit; his chest heaving up and down as broken moans slipped past his pink lips. ran lifted his hips in the air to sheath his cock inside you. his abdomen clenched as he came, hot cum mixing with your own and sanzu’s. he gave you a few more strokes, fucking his cum into you before slumping against the headboard.

it was silent, and all you could hear were the mixed pants that came from the three of you. the atmosphere was heavy and the room smelled of sex but none of you seemed to care, trying to collect yourselves from the mind blowing orgasm you all just had.

ran and sanzu were very different but they had one thing in common, they were mean and filthy. just how you liked it.

© mitsuyeaah

[lotus-n-l0ve]

𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

— Ran Haitani x Female Reader

➷ ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ : Ran Haitani Alphabetical smut.

➷ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : cursing, mention of sex and positions, kinks, minors dni.

➷ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʟᴏᴛᴜꜱ : I really have nothing to say today. If you like the headcanons then please leave a like, comment and reblong. Enjoy ♡

𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 || 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

After hours of exhausting sex he prepares a shooting bath for you if it's summer or you simply feel like bathing. He would also get you something to eat if are hungry. Then he would cuddle you to sleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His own favourite body part is his long luscious hair and his slender fingers.

His favourite body part of you is your titts. Big or small, he loves to grab them in his huge hands and play with them like a stress ball whenever he is feeling stressed. Even in sleep his hands crawl under your shirt and hold them.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…)

He cums inside you all the time. Either your pussy or the back hole. The only exception is when you are being bart then you don't deserve his cum in you. Or when he is jealous. Ran would cum all over you and send them the picture of you dumbfucked and covered in his cum.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to lock you away in a room so no one could interfere between you two. There would be only you and him. You only see him, feel him and think about him.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Ran has plenty of experience. He had not dated much in his life but he sure was slut. He had sex with if not multiple then atleast one woman everyday.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Missionery, reverse cowgirl or any position where he can see your face. If he is taking you from the back then probably there is mirror in front of you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Ran Haitani is a tease. He would tease you till you are whimpering and writhing beneath him, begging for release. But a tease Ran is better than serious Ran because serious Ran overstimulates you. Make you cum again and again till your pussy is red swollen and sensitive.

H = Hair (His hair. On his head. Don't think too much)

Now we all know how groomed he is. Ran is pretty possesive about his hair. He didn't let you touch his hair before three months into your relationship. His hair care routine is probably better than yours so you also sometimes ask advises for hair from him.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

His mind never works properly when he is with you. So he is soo deep in you he is dazed. He sometimes even jocks that you have bewitched him.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He mostly doesn't jack off, he prefers fucking you instead. Now if he is busy with the gang works and can't get his hand on you then he would jack off in his office while swiping through his phone's gallery filled with your nude photos and sex tapes.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Ran is a big meanie. He calls you all kind of degrading names. Whore, slut, his personal sex toy, everything while pounding deep inside you.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He would fuck you in the most obvious places where you know anyone can catch you any moment. Women's washroom, women's changing room, you house's living room where any of the servants or his brother can walk in on you two.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You. That's it. You be just existing and that man is already horny. Other than that when he sees you in his clothes than—lord, have mercy on you.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Ran would do anything but hurt you. He does appear to be mean but he can't see you in pain and if he is the reason then even if you do forgive him, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself. You would have to assure him a lot before he stops beating hind for causing you pain.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Ran likes both. You giving him or him giving you one but mostly he likes to trap between his legs. Your lips wrapped around his cock, head bobbing up and down. Tears rolling down your cheeks as you look up at him with your big and moised eyes. Ran trows his head back as he grunts in pleasure.

But during sex he is the one giving you head. Kitty licking your pussy, pushing his tongue in, flickering your clit along with fingering you.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

For most part he is slow and deep but when he nears his peak, thrusts become fast and sloppy. Sometimes when he just wants to feel close to you he is slow and passionate.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Not his thing. He likes long rough and passionate sessions of love making or hard sex.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Ran is always in to try out new things to spice your sex life. If you want to try something you can tell him without any hesitation. He would tease you about it though.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Ran doesn't look like it but that man has stamina of a horse. He can go all night without any break. The only reason he would stop is if you are tired.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Ran has his own collection of sex toys. From cuffs to whip to vibrators. Everything. But his personal favourite one is his banton. When the thick end of the banton disappears in you and your needy pussy clenches around him, Ran could feel his dick getting hard in his pants.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Like I have said previously Ran is a fucking tease. He would bring you to your orgasm but just before you could cum he you retreat, leaving you all hot, bothered and frustrated. He would repeat that again and again and again. So good luck.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He is not lound but he would softly whispers dirtiest words in you ear mixed with his sluttery moans and groans.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He thinks red suits you best so when you miss him to the point that you just want him more than anything all you have to do is dress up in one of your red lingerie set and send him the pic. He would be home in less than ten minutes.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He is not too big just a decent size. But damn does he know how to put that use and bring you on your knees.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Ran is horny for you 24/7 and when he is he would wrap his arm around you and look at you with his siren eyes and seductive smirk, whispering sweet nothings in your ear till there is a pool between your thighs.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn't sleep instantly. He first makes sure you are comfortable and sound asleep then he also slips into the dreamland hoping to see you there.

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[kysiori]

patch me up

┊ran gets purposely bruised so that you can fix him up and tend to his wounds, leading to moments of affection ┊i'm not the best at adding dialouges, hope you guys enjoy tho :p

– 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 –

ran haitani, your lover, sat on the edge of the couch in your apartment, looking a bit battered and bruised. he had a mischievous glint in his eye as he glanced at you.

"hey, babe, i got into a little scuffle today," ran said rather cheerfully.

you raised an eyebrow, not entirely surprised. ran had a tendency to find trouble wherever he went, but you couldn't help but worry about him.

"again? what did you do this time?" you asked, concern lacing your tone.

"nothing too serious, just a few bruises and cuts," ran replied, grinning.

he knew exactly how to pique your interest, and you found yourself giving in to his request.

"alright, let me take a look," you said, fetching the first aid kit.

ran eagerly rolled up his sleeves, revealing the bruises and cuts on his arms. you couldn't help but frown at the sight, your nurturing instincts kicking in.

"ran, you need to be more careful. these bruises look painful," you scolded gently.

"don't worry, babe, it's all part of the fun," ran winked at you, clearly enjoying the attention.

you shook your head with a mix of exasperation and affection. despite his reckless nature, you cared deeply for him.

"well, let me at least clean and bandage these up for you," you said, beginning to tend to his wounds.

ran winced slightly as you gently cleaned his bruises and cuts, but he didn't complain. in fact, he appreciated your actions.

"mmm, you have such gentle hands, babe," ran murmured, watching you with amusement and admiration.

blushing at his compliment, you tried to hide your smile as you continued to care for him. ran leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin.

"you know, getting into fights isn't so bad when i have you to patch me up afterwards," ran said, his playful demeanor shining through.

"well, i'd rather you not get into fights in the first place, but i'm glad i can be here for you," you replied, smiling.

ran grinned and nodded earnestly, his playful demeanor momentarily subdued.

"alright, i promise. i'll do my best to stay out of trouble," ran said, his sincerity evident.

you smiled and ruffled his hair affectionately, feeling a surge of fondness for the reckless but lovable ran.

"good. now, let's hope you won't need my nursing skills anytime soon," you said, hoping he would take better care of himself.

"agreed, babe. but if i do, i know where to find you," ran winked at you, making you laugh.

despite his wild ways, you wouldn't have it any other way. you enjoyed taking care of him, and you were grateful to have him in your life.

"you better take care of yourself, ran. i don't want to see you getting hurt unnecessarily," you said, concern lacing your words.

"don't worry, babe, i'll do my best," ran assured you.

he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, and you melted into the moment. you were willing to do anything to keep him safe, even if it meant patching him up after his reckless adventures.

[teamumoretakibo]

Self harm

Please know yourself, this post contains dark content, minors do not interact. I insist, minors do not read this. Little angel be careful. I am not responsible if you read this, it is *your* choice. DARK CONTENT

Summary : they caught you doing self harm.

Warning : self harm, yandere bonten, wound, sick reader, suggestive, kidnapping.

A.N: Hello, this is my first time writing and english is not my first language so please have mercy. If you find any mistake please let me know.

Ran

It has been about a month since he brought you to his penthouse. He bought you during a special auction in the black market. In fact, when he saw you he knew you could become his perfect little wife. You were candid, harmless and docile. This guy looked at your form with a wide grin plastered over his face. When he finally got you he made sure to be clear on one thing:

“You are mine and if you don't do exactly what you are told make sure to compose some great apologies or else you will have to make it up to me”.

He didn't have that much rules. This bonten executive just wanted you to behave enough in order to brag that he has the best girl. He wanted his co-worker to crave having a perfect girl like you.

You have almost always behave, just as a pup would. You didn't earn much rewards but at least he didn't have a plausible reason to punish you. Because believe me or not, when it comes to punishments he let himself go and doesn't hold back. He sometimes would be harsh and rough during intimate moments tho... You were forced to like him, love him, adore him. Every single day you must greet him in the morning (after his alarm wakes you up at 4 am) with a kiss on his forehead and a “good morning my love, did you sleep well ?”. Then you had to help him get dressed, he was kind of rude so you had to do it with perfection. You even had to replace his slippers by his shoes because it was your role to help him get an easier life. Then when he came home you would just get up and walk to the door to hug him tigh and ask how his day went. After that you had to prepare a bath for him and sometime he would demand you to put yourself on a show.

He was obsessed with you. Praising you all the time when he talked about you to the other executives, but when he was with you he was stoic always saying you ought to do better. You are not allowed to go outside or talk to anyone but him. He has even placed cameras everywhere without you knowing or noticing it to be aware of what you did during his absence.

Today felt different... YOU felt different. You were demoralized, crying while Ran was in a meeting. During this precise time he was rightly praising you to his colleagues and watching you on his phone by activating the cameras. It was at this time that he saw you, a broken and crying mess on the couch with a blade in your cute little hand. You were often wearing a hoodie this week even when it was hot and you always refused to withdraw it, he didn't understand why but decided to postpone your punishment for next week. Now he understands. When he saw your little cuts, disappointment and anger filled him to the brim. He came home earlier surprising you while you continued your bad habit. He slammed the door open.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING STUPID BRAT ?!”

You cried and flinched then he pulled you in his arms into a comforting hug.

“Only I can make you this kind of wounds. And if I don't see interest into doing so, it's because you don't deserve it” he said grabbing the blade and throwing it away. He momentarily forgot about the punishment he wanted to inflict to your form.

“I've never hurt you like that so why are you doing that ? Even if I don't say it much... I love you and I care about you.”

“S-Sorry...” you were afraid.

He carried you to the bathroom and then he treated your wounds with respect. Then he kissed your cheek.

“Yeah, you should be sorry. But for now just relax.” he demands after bringing you to the bed and taking you into his embrace. He loves you, that's it. And watching you fall like shattered glass was unbearable. He was sadistic, but not that cruel. He lets you sleep in his arms while staring at your form.

“I wish you sweet dreams my precious Angel” you sure would have love hearing him calling you like this ... If only you were awake.

Rindou

Rindou was the type to stay calm and tried to be kind to you. His only desire was to surpass his brother in every way possible. He wished that you understood how much he currently was better than his brother, Ran. He always said that:

“C'mon you know what ? If I was my brother I would have wiped an slap your pretty bunny ass.”

“But you're not your brother and you are NOBODY TO ME” you said angrily the day he had forced you to live with him in his penthouse. To you it clearly was a kidnapping whereas to him it was just an act of love and care. He wasn't as strict as his brother but my dear... He surely was a pain when it came to his ego. You were the love of his life ? Fine. But don't cross the line or he'll crush your bones. At first he genuinely tried to be soft with you. But what could he do when you're being such a brat ? He had to tame you now and then. You reassured yourself when he told you how Ran treated his girl. He knew you feared his brother a lot and used that even if sometimes it meant to him that you "respected" more his brother than him. He would often by you knew lingeries and clothes, god he even got you a phone. What else would you need ? He provided everything for you. All he asked in return was PURE love. Pure love and LOYALTY.

He often tried to trick you by talking about other man and searched for any of your reaction. But unlike Ran's girlfriend you were no fool. You always showed how Rindou was important to you and how madly loyal you were toward him. Why ? To survive. Last time you talked about a guy, Rindou's face froze with rage and he spent thz night making you write his name while being on your knees. You wrote his name 5781 times. How do you know ? Well, after all of that he made you count.

At least you could chill out in his embrace. When you ignore the fact that he kidnapped you you could see the tenderness in his acts. When he came home late and had a bad day he didn't go crazy. Contrary to received opinion, he currently was one of the best yandere. He waited for you to pull his shoes off, then you would kiss the joints of his finger without asking him how was his day since it was visible that it was a bad one. He would just come in bed after a lonely bath (he used it as a stress-relieving activity).

“Y/N do you love me more than Ran ?” yeah he's really obsessed with it.

“Why would I even love Ran ?” you thought it was a great answer before Rindou gave you a glare. You panicked a lot, feeling your hurt pressed against your chest. “I mean, yes Rin, I love you way more, you're awesome in every possible way.” great, it was a better answer to be fair. He felt relieved after hearing you calling him "Rin".

He went to the bed, hair wet. He hugged you and started touching you. Tonight you felt sincerely oppressed but you didn't understand why. You tried to escape (it felt like an instinct) but he tugged on your wrist really hard.

This last days you felt particularly depressed because even if Rindou really cared about you, at the end of the day you didn't do much and Rindou was the only human kind you saw of the day.

“Y/N, don't. Do not. Not. Today.” he warned you. He paused when crocodiles' tears started to overflow on your cheeks.

Your instinct was then to open the drawer next to you and take off what was inside, a small knife. Rindou's eyes widened at the sight. You weren't going to kill him ? No. Again, you were no fool. You tugged your wrist very hard and he let it go as suprise run up his spine. You didn't understand what you did after that, it seemed like a mirage. You started cütting yourself.

Rindou was shocked, blood flowing everywhere while you cried your heart out. Rindou glared at you as he would glare at his opponent. His gaze was apathetic. He took the knife of your hand and threw it away, not caring what kind of damage it could do.

He processed to make you stand and walked right to the bathroom tugging at your arm, digging his nails in the fresh cut. You screamed your lungs out. For the first time he made you scream in pain. He glare at you, a glare that meant "you brought it to yourself". He trew you on the bathroom floor, your head bumping against the door frame. He grabbed the first zid kit and straddled you. You were a shivering mess.

“Come on angel, give me your arm” he pointed at your injured arm and you obliged.

“What a good girl you are for me, see this mess ? You stained the sheets with your blood honey.” he stated with a bit of concern. The nickname didn't do much with this suffocating atmosphere.

“Sorry... I'm sorry Rindou, I'll change the sheets. I sincerely apologize.” you voiced with a neutral voice.

“When you're at it, take of your shirt and wear red lingerie since you somehow and weirdly like this color today” he said.

You knew what this meant. Tonight you were going to be his little plaything. When he was done with treating your wound he got up and went to your shared bed.

“I'm not going to wait like a coward Y/N. Put yourself on a show or I put you down, understand ? And I must see your ass working hard for me with pretty red laces on.” he uttered.

“Yes...” you sobbed.

”Yes who ?” he asked.

“Yes sweet daddy...”