#Tokrev x you

[stunie]

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁ KABEDON W TOKYO REVENGERS

TOKREV BOYS CAGING YOU AGAINST A WALL. ft. izana kurokawa, takashi mitsuya, & shuji hanma x f!reader

sfw. 1K wc. i’ve been sooo excited to write for izana !! & my head’s been buzzing w so many ideas after seeing a bunch of maid-sama edits back on my fyp <3

IZANA KUROKAWA. mild jealousy & possessiveness

You wonder if Izana can hear the rapid thumping of your heart as his arm comes to rest against the doorframe, his eyes looking intently into yours.

“Who was that guy you were talking to?” His voice breaks the silence, tone laced with the faintest hint of curiosity that sends a shiver down your spine.

You swallow hard, trying to compose yourself even though the proximity has heat rising all the way to the tips of your ears. “I don't know,” you mumble, your voice barely above a whisper. “He just asked for my number. And i said no.”

There's a moment of silence as izana processes your words, his gaze never leaving yours. You hold your breath, waiting for his reaction, unsure if you should add that you mentioned you have a boyfriend too.

“That’s all?” Izana finally speaks, his voice low and steady, but there's something in his eyes that betrays his calm exterior.

You nod. “That’s all.”

He exhales deeply, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he moves closer to you. His fingers brush against your cheek, lingering on your jaw for a brief moment before gently tilting your head to the side. “Izana?”

“Mhm,” he hums softly, his breath warm against your skin as he presses gentle kisses along your collarbone. “That sounds right.”

His lips move with a deliberate slowness to cover every inch of your skin, and you can’t help but melt into his touch as his lips ghost down your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses along your skin. His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to him, and you sigh. “That’s good.” He repeats to himself.

“Don’t pay them any attention.” Izana reminds you, his voice dropping to a soft murmur against your skin. “You’re mine.”

HANMA SHUJI. recreation of that !! scene from maid sama (he gives u a hickey on your back), reader wearing a backless dress, ‘pretty thing,’ ‘princess’

“That’s a tiny dress you got on.” Hanma muses, long arm resting just above your head as he cages you against the wall, his face coming to hover mere inches in front of yours.

“Where’s a pretty thing like you headed tonight?”

“Well, yeah,” you pout, adjusting the thin strap of your dress. “I’m going to my friend’s birthday party tonight.”

You struggle to read the expression on his face, amused eyes lingering on the simple design of your dress, ignoring the way you huff impatiently.

“Backless?”

“Yeah, backless. I’m leaving now.” With a quick tilt of your head, you try to gauge his reaction again, a part of you skeptical to whether or not he’s planning something this time.

He only responds with a slow hum, chuckling a bit when you rudely swat his arm off the wall, gaze following the natural sway of your hips as you mumble something in annoyance and walk away.

Backless…he thinks.

That’s right— backless.

An idea pops into his head, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. Without a second thought, he reaches out to roughly tug at one of your wrists, pulling you back towards him in one swift motion.

“The hell are you doing-” you snap, your voice trailing off into a sharp intake of breath when you feel his lips press against the middle of your back. “S-shuji!” You protest, heart racing as you feel the warmth of his lips press against your skin.

There’s a pop when he pulls back slightly to look up at you, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.

“Oh? You’re going? With that hickey on your back?” His voice comes out low, tinged with too much amusement for your liking.

“Hope you have fun, princess.”

TAKASHI MITSUYA. he takes care of you when you’re feverish

“You shouldn’t be out of bed right now.” Mitsuya’s voice breaks the silence, and you stop dead in your tracks.

There’s an exasperated groan from you, your hand coming to rub at your temples. Of course he would be awake— you really thought you had waited long enough before trying to sneak downstairs.

“I want cake, Mitsuya.” You whine, arms folding over your chest. “‘M not sick anymore. The fever’s gone down.”

“Is that so?” Mitsuya’s tone sounds both amused and skeptical as he steps closer, watching the way you start to fidget with the sleeves of your shirt. You give him a quick and desperate nod to confirm, and it’s all a little too suspicious for his liking.

But before you can protest further, his arms come around you, caging you against the wall, and you suck in a sharp breath as he scans you up and down. His gaze is focused and intentional— and you feel your heart rate pick up.

“Interesting,” he whispers, warm breath grazing your skin. It sends a violent shiver down your spine. “Let me check.”

“W-wait you shouldn’t—” your protests are halted as he leans even closer, until his face is just an inch in front of yours. He thinks it’s cute the way your eyes slam shut involuntarily, your heart pounding against your chest at the proximity. His forehead presses gently against yours, and you can feel the subtle warmth of his skin.

“Liar.” He murmurs softly, his lips brushing against yours so gently you almost miss it. “You’re burning up.”

[sanipoyo]

WHEN YOU MISTAKENLY THINK THEY’RE TRYING TO KISS YOU

note - my hero academia, jujutsu kaisen, tokyo revengers, and haikyuu all mentioned!

TEASES YOU

you guys were out for lunch, seated in the booth together. you were eating your food and he noticed you had something on your face so he leaned close to you trying to inspect your face. you were under the impression that he was leaning in to kiss you, so mindlessly you closed your eyes, your lips looking for his. you felt something on your lips but it didn’t feel like another pair of lips. you fluttered your eyes open, realizing you were kissing his hand. “sorry, i wasn’t trying to kiss you, you had a little something on your face”, he said winking at you. you immediately got annoyed muttering ‘asshole’, as he chuckled at you. “you wanted to kiss me? aww c’mere, let me give you a kiss”, he teased, pulling you close endlessly kissing the side of your face. you were still annoyed at him for being so childish but you forgave him once he grabbed your face turning you towards him, placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

- gojo, kaminari, kuroo, atsumu, sanzu, taiju, hanma, ran, hawks.

GOES WITH IT

they were sitting besides you. the two of you sat under blankets watching a tv show you guys enjoyed. the intro of the show started playing and the remote was on the farther side of you. you seemed so comfortable so he didn’t bother asking you to skip it, instead he leaned close to you in an attempt to grab the remote that laid besides you, you mistakenly thought he was leaning in to finally make a move. you inched closer looking at his lips. he realized what you were doing, although he was internally freaking out a little he went with it. his hand found the back of your neck as he pressed his lips against yours. the kiss didn’t last very long but it felt like forever to the both of you. when he pulled away he chuckled to himself. “what? why are you laughing?” you asked with a small frown on your face. “i was trying to get to the remote but i’ll take the kiss instead”, he said with a lazy grin on his face as your face heats up in embarrassment.

- itadori, megumi, geto, nanami, bokuto, osamu, kazutora, shinso, monoma.

CONFUSED

you guys were hanging out together and he was examining your face. he was fixated on (freckles, beauty mark, dimples, anything unique you have on your face :3) and he grabbed your face pulling you closer to him. you thought he was pulling you in for a kiss, rightfully so. you had your lips puckered up and he shot you a confused look, assuming you were just making silly faces at him. “what’re you doing?” he asked, still confused. you sighed and rolled your eyes at him, he can be so naive sometimes. you played it off saying you were just making fish faces at him to be funny and he smiled a little. “oh, well i just noticed you have a (unique facial feature) and i think it’s pretty cool, i just wanted to see it up-close.” he explained, somehow making you feel more flustered than you were when you thought he was going to kiss you.

- choso, ushijima, akaashi, mikey, todoroki, mirio.

FREEZES UP

you guys were lazing around, eating snacks and watching tiktok. you guys were watching from his phone, laying closely together so you could both see the tiktoks. he sat up reaching over to the chips that were next to you, ultimately moving closer to your face which made you assumed he was trying to kiss you. he froze, almost like he was in a trance as he watched you close your pretty eyes and lean closer to him. you opened your eyes, only to see him frozen in place with a slightly panicked look on his face. you immediately covered your face murmuring apologies against your hands. he reassured you, telling you he just wasn’t expecting it. he grabbed your wrists, uncovering your face and you opened your eyes to see his lips mere inches away from yours. “can i?” he asked and you mindlessly nodded as he brushed his lips against yours, slowly deepening the kiss. once you pulled away you felt both relieved but still giddy.

- yuta, hinata, yamaguchi, mitsuya, midoriya, tamaki.

REJECTS YOU

you guys were cooking together and he was trying to grab the spatula that was next to you. he’s really lost patience with you being in the kitchen with him because he usually likes free range so when he leans in close to you, reaching for the spatula you think he’s trying to give you a kiss so you close your eyes and pucker up and he furrows his eyebrows. you feel something cold on your lips and when you open your eyes you see yourself face to face with frozen taiyaki against your lips. you immediately flinch and he cackles, “watch out, we ain’ smooching, i’m trying to cook here.” he said, a faint pout on your lips as you sigh in defeat.

- literally sukuna, draken, tsukishima, BAKUGO.

Ⓒ all published work belongs to sanipoyo! do not copy/plagiarize.

[badsweetangel]

Kinktober Day 10: Make up sex (Manjiro Sano x Reader)

Yes, this is a late kinktober one shot

Warnings: Making love or whatever that means (actually, this is the first time I've posted something romantic.), i didn't think of a specific timeline, the gif is just there for aesthetics.

You two had broken up. Mikey was hardly accepting of your suggestions. He said that they were none of your business because he didn’t want you to butt into his stuff because he wanted to protect you. But it was hard not to be a part of his world. Anyway, he had decided that it wasn’t safe for you to be with him anymore. He had lost so much; you couldn’t die either. You got angry; you said you never wanted to see him again. He agreed. However, it hadn’t been easy for either of you.

Even when he was busy, he thought about how you would be. He knew it was the best decision, but at the same time he wanted to be selfish and be with you. Feel your warmth, your lips and your skin. Even if it meant you were in danger.

One of the days when you were on one of your night walks, fate had decided to bring you together against all odds. You weren’t happy. You just ignored it.

“I told you not to go out at this time." He reminded you, his expression serious.

“It’s not your problem,” you answered without really stopping. However, his hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you.

"Yes, it is,” he corrected, his voice sounding vulnerable.

You looked at him strangely but didn’t say anything else. His hands grabbed yours with a gentle grip. You couldn’t understand how that man had done so many bad things. No, you couldn’t understand him when he stood so docile before you.

You had fallen again. You were both in your house, both sitting apart. It was your pathetic attempt to not go back to the same thing as before. But the looks were much stronger and more passionate. He didn’t feel well; it’s difficult for him to carry the weight of so many tragedies. You knew it wasn’t strategic to feel sorry for him. But being with him was never reasonable. So you sat next to him on the big couch, ignoring the persistent thought of you walking away. Trying not to hear the thought that he had left you. Your faces were close, centimeters away. Maybe you had already lost.

“You are the only good thing in my life,” he confessed, interlacing his hands with yours. “I love you.”

You looked into his eyes. He was telling the truth. You didn’t want to ask why he said it now; you didn’t want to know why he felt bad, what was the trigger for his reaction, and for revealing his weakness. His lips met yours before you could answer. Your hands went to his chest, perhaps you wanted to push him away, but he was faster as he brought you closer to him, tangling his fingers in your hair. There was no turning back, passion and love were beginning to take effect inside you.

He laid you down on that same chair, confirming the thought you had moments before. He stripped you of all your clothes and threw them on the floor. He kept his gaze on your body for a moment, swallowing like a man hungry for contact. He took off his own clothes in front of you, feeling proud as he watched you look at his naked body. He kissed you again, positioning himself over you... legs intertwined, skin caressing each other, and his lips fitting perfectly with yours.

He kissed your neck, leaving marks with an absolutely romantic purpose. He was a possessive man, yes, but there was no selfish possession in his act, there was only longing and affection. He wanted to make you understand that he loved every part of you, and he followed the same logic when he went down to your breasts and sucked one of your nipples while his gaze remained fixed on you and his other hand gently squeezed the other. It was an overwhelming and addictive sensation. His love was addictive. Your body began to visibly express the desire in a way that was evident to his eyes. The next smile that followed you when he noticed your longing for him was not from a man who had power, it was from a man in love. A man who longed for contact.

He entered you, admiring your faces of pleasure as he did so. Your hands went to his back, hugging him, he put your foreheads together and moved slowly, taking his time. And at no point did he accelerate his speed; he remained slow and careful, observing your every reaction.

“I missed you so much.” He murmurs against your lips.

Both of you felt your breaths collide as a result of panting and kissing each other in moments of greater pleasure, but mostly you looked into each other’s eyes. Telling each other everything you wanted to say.

His thrusts increased a little when both were close to their orgasm. And when it happened, you knew it had been unforgettable. You hadn’t moved from your position, you simply enjoyed each other’s accelerated panting while trying to recover. His eyes never left you at any time.

“I missed you too." You dared to say, knowing that you were truly lost when it came to him. “And I love you.”

For the first time, he looked happy.

[frozenmoonshine]

TR boys' unexpected/random red flags headcanon:

Just some crack and slander for the humor purposes. As always, don't take it too seriously, and have fun with it at least half as much as I did writing it!

Since I obviously need to spell this out for some of you, even though it's literally in the title of the post - these are the red flags you wouldn't normally expect from them! That's the whole point of them being unexpected. So don't go telling me how I missed the mark with some characters, or how their red flags are something else. Yeah, we all know the obvious ones, but why would I state the obvious?!

TW: F!reader; implied mysogyny; mentions of DV, cheating, and general toxic behavior.

🚩Mikey - proposes on the second date.

🚩Draken - never talks about himself whatsoever. Even when you directly ask him to open up about what's troubling him, he's still difficult and avoids conversation.

🚩Baji - mama's boy. At first, it looks sweet, how he cares about and respects his mother, but soon you realize that he is dependant on her, and cannot make any decisions bigger than what to eat on his own, without "consulting with his mom". Silver lining is that Ryouko is an amazing, lovely woman, but you don't exactly want to date both the mother and the son at the same time, do you?

🚩Chifuyu - overromanticizes everything, then gets mad at you if things don't turn out irl the same they were in his imagination.

🚩Mitsuya - really damn cheap. Like, ok, I know you grew up poor, but going out once a month won't bankrupt you! (You're not even asking him to pay for you or anything like that, but he just refuses to step even one milimeter out of his frugal ways!)

🚩Hakkai - aside from the obvious red flag (you get a package deal of Yuzuha and Mitsuya as well, if you are dating Hakkai), he can also be incredibly self-absorbed and condescending sometimes, thinking he's so much better than you, etc.

🚩Pah-chin & 🚩Peh-yan - putting them together cause they have the same red flag - if you date one of them, the other one will third wheel all of your dates, no exeptions. Might as well just go poly and date them both at this point!

🚩Smiley - refers to women as "females".

🚩Angry - doesn't let you do anything on your own/overprotective. Look, Souya, it's nice that you're being a gentleman, but do you really think I'm incapable of getting a glass of water for myself?! His behaviour can be incredibly stifling and suffocating.

🚩Mucho - won't ever let you pick a date spot cause he's convinced he knows the best. You always end up doing what he wants for dates, or you don't go on a date at all.

🚩Haruchiyo - yeah, sure, he's got more red flags than China, but the not so expected one is that he's incredibly fussy and naggy about the smallest of things. "That's not how you put the trash bag in the can!" "You folded the laundry wrong! Look how I do it!" "Wipe the counter with this, not that!" "Don't leave your hair everywhere! I don't wanna live with a cat!" And so on and so forth, it feels like you are living with your parent(s) all over again!

🚩Hanma - another one with enough red flags to call it a carnival, sure, but the one that catches you off guard is just how jealous and possessive he is. "Where are you going?" "Why is your dress so short?" "You can't go out with male company wearing your tits out!" "Why are you hiding your phone?" "Who's that?" and so on and so forth, you get the idea.

🚩Kazutora - yet another walking red flag in a row (at least his unhealed self), but even as an adult (healed) he still retains that aggression from his teens and gets into random street/bar fights semi-regularly. Him coming back home bloody and bruised is not a rare occurrence at all.

🚩Kisaki - cheats. No idea how he manages to, provided that he looks like... well, that, but he still does.

🚩Taiju - a religious freak prone to domestic violence... what more red flags can you even ask for? None, indeed. But what you don't expect on top of all that is his complete lack of manners and just how loud and embarrassing he can be in public.

🚩Inupi - rude to the waitstaff.

🚩Koko - never got over his ex, stuck on her forever, and cannot ever be fully present in his current relationship. Compares you to his ex all the time, every other person he dated after her was just an unsuccessful rebound.

🚩Izana - does he even have any green ones? Likely not. But what you wouldn't exactly expect from him right away, given all the other red flags that come into front upon the first contact - is that he's a bad mansplainer. "You probably don't know how the betta fish do this thing where..." - Izana, I'm literally a marine biologist.

🚩Kakuchou - breaks up with you over the smallest things. He missed your call cause he didn't hear his phone ring while in the traffic? - He's not good enough for you and you two should break up. He was late 5 minutes to your date because Izana needed his help with something? - He's lowkey ready to commit seppuku, and of course, dramatically breaks up with you. It's tiring, honestly.

🚩Ran - gaslighter and manipulator par exellence! Undiagnozed NPD, but the symptoms are everywhere.

🚩Rindou - loves the gym more than you. Obsessed with working out and body building, won't eat normal food, spends all time in front of the mirror flexing and "checking his gains". Will either try to "get you into fitness" (force you to act the same way he does) or constantly tell you that you "don't understand" just how important it is to him. Is your 10th workout this week really more important than our anniversary, tho, Rindou?

🚩Mocchi - manspreads all the time, and manspreads badly. He's also that type that won't move away from the sidewalk if a woman is coming the opposite way.

🚩Madarame - probably not unexpected, but he's the biggest, worst incel of all. Lives in the manosphere and inhales the alpha bro bullshit podcasts.

🚩South - judges and publicly makes fun of your music taste. It doesn't matter what you listen to, unless it's 101% exactly the same as his taste, he'll be a real bitch about it. Of course, don't even dream about getting a hold of the aux cord!

🚩Shinichiro - doesn't shower regularly. Idk Shin, maybe your lack of personal hygiene was the reason for all those rejections so far? Just some food for thought...

🚩Takeomi - yet another one that's redder than the red army, but what you don't expect is how much he infantilizes you, especially if you are younger than him! Even if it's just one year age difference between you, he'll act all patronizing and constantly emphasise his "rich life experience" and tell you how "you don't understand some things because you are (too) young".

🚩Wakasa - secretly insecure about his height and gets super jealous if he sees you talking to a tall guy. Doesn't even matter if it's your blood relative or a random stranger asking directions in the street - Waka isn't having any of that. He'll sulk and jab at you for the whole day, never saying what the actual problem is.

🚩Benkei - Cannot find/keep a proper job to save his life! Got into some kind of beef with every single potential employer, so he's doomed to working at the gym for the rest of his days.

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

Hi bb, just a thirst idea for you: Study fucking. Your fave has trouble being "smart" but he is a genius when it comes to pounding that ass after he gets too frustrated during a study session.

Oh, Vi, my sweet. I know you sent this a while ago. But when I read it, my heart wasn't the only thing to clench up 😈! Thank you so much for sending this to me. It was so fun to write!!

A/N ::: Nerd/Bad Boy!Keisuke Baji x F.reader, reader doesn't know he's in Toman until later (or at all, idk), he is NOT playing stupid, math is just really fucking hard!

C/W ::: Mutual pining that's super on the DL, unprotected P->V, Baji surprising us ... so nothing out of the ordinary.

WC ::: Just over 2k.

"Why though?!" Baji yelled a little louder than you thought he needed to. But it was clear he was getting more and more pissed about this. "Why the FUCK does it have to equal the fucking same area as this fucking pellaroraglam?"

You bit the insides of your cheeks and your tongue to keep from laughing at him about his pronunciation of the word 'parallelogram'. "Because that's how the Greeks intended it. Ok? Let's take a 10 minute break and come back to this again, yeah? You're not an idiot, Kei. I think you've just been staring at the book for so long that things are starting to make less and less sense. Does that make sense?" You reached over and took his glasses from his face and brushed your finger up and down the bridge of his nose. "Do you want to go for a walk or get something from the kitchen? Maybe to eat or drink? Make this 10 count because when we get back, we're hittin' it hard again, ok?"

Something about your wording made his cock twitch. But he shoved that thought down almost as quickly as it bubbled up into the forefront of his overworked brain.

"Hittin' it hard again, hah? You're mean, y/n. You're a bully. A learning bully. You're not gonna give in until I understand this shit, are ya?" He stood up from your desk and he gestured for you to follow him to your kitchen.

Your apartment was nothing special. But how you made the space your own was something that Baji always found so sweet and comforting. Of course, he'd never admit that to you. He is, after all, the first division Captain of Toman. Captains don't find things 'sweet.' They find them masculine and bloody. That's what everyone from the outside looking in thought, anyway. Though, no matter how hard he tried to ignore the pull you and your apartment had on him, he always found himself wishing he was back here, with you, in this little bubble of mild contentment you'd created.

He was relaxed when he was with you. Save for right now. But you were trying to help him study for his midterm. Any other time he's been here, he always felt safe. Maybe even small, for lack of a better descriptor, when he is anything but 'small' in any sense of the word.

"You really do have a mean streak in you, you know that?" He teased as you both walked into your kitchen. "But you're right. I need a break from that book. My eyes are crossing and it's starting to give me a headache."

"Do you want a couple of tylenol? I think I have ibuprofen, too. Anything I can do to help you with this, Keisuke. It's my job, after all. Use me however you need to to get this through that stubborn head of yours." You smiled so cute at him that he had a difficult time not telling you what he really wanted to use you for.

"Maybe I'll take you up on that. But first, can I ask you something kinda weird?" He sat down on one of the bar stools at the counter and you followed suit, sitting next to him.

"Of course! Anything, Kei." You rubbed your fingers up and down your forearm, a nervous habit. Even still, you assumed it was a question about the math you were helping him study. "What's up?"

"So, like, I know you're not into me in that way. Right? And that's fine. You've made that very clear. But, like, if you were...into me, I mean, into someone … hypothetically, I mean, what kind of person do you think you would be into? Like, are you more into the nerdy type, or the bad boy type, or, like, the artsy type?"

You didn't really understand where this was going. But you decided to humor him. "Well, I guess I've always been pretty attracted to the bad boy type. But that doesn't mean I wouldn't go for someone who was nerdy, too. It all depends on the person, you know? I have to like them first and foremost. Like, just because I see some bad boy doing bad boy stuff doesn't mean I'll fall to my knees and s-"

Baji choked on his tea, spitting it all over you in the process of trying to control the amount of liquid that was coming out of his mouth.

"Oh fuck! I'm so sorry, y/n! Gahhhd damn it. I am so sorry!" He grabbed the roll of paper towels from the counter by the sink and tore some off to frantically wipe your chest.

"K-Kei! Oh my god! Stop! It's ok! I'm at home, I can easily change my shirt. Don't worry about ... about it. You yell so much. Geez."

You hopped off of the stool and went back to your bedroom to find a shirt to change into. As you did so, Baji felt his stomach turn. He knew he shouldn't have asked you that. It was stupid and immature. But he couldn't help it. He'd had a crush on you for so long that he just needed to know if he had a chance in hell with you or not. But, as he'd guessed, you weren't interested in him that way.

He waited for you to come back to the kitchen before apologizing again. "I really am sorry, y/n. I don't know what came over me. I was just, I dunno, asking for a friend. And then you started to say that if you saw someone doing something that you’d fall to your knees and …" He waved his hand in the air as if to clear what he was going to say away before it’d even had a chance to see the light of day. “And I choked and blew my tea all over you.”

You giggled and shook your head, smiling at him. "It's ok, Kei. You're a little clumsy, but you're still really sweet. I like hanging out - I mean, you know. Helping you study. I enjoy your company, regardless of what we're doing."

"Y/n? I really wanna kih-" He blushed and looked away from you before he thought you saw his face turn a pretty shade of pink.

"You what, Kei?" You leaned around him a little to get his attention. "What do you want, Baji? You can tell me. We're friends."

FRIENDS 

"Oh, y-yeah. Of course we're ... friends. Yeah. Well, let's get back to the math, then. C'mon." His heart, smile and morale sank as he headed back to your room with you.

Meanwhile, you were left to wonder what he was going to say. What did he want to 'kih'? Kiss? Oh, no. It couldn't be that. Right? Maybe he just wanted to kick your butt for making fun of his pronunciation earlier ... even though your face was the only thing giving away the fact you were getting quite a bit of entertainment from that. He wouldn't have noticed that. Right?

You followed him back to your bedroom and decided to keep quiet about the whole thing. You couldn't imagine that he would want to kiss you. You were just his tutor. And he was so cool. He had cool friends, girls practically fell at his feet when he walked by them. He couldn't possibly have feelings for you, right?

Oh, but he did. He really did. He was mad for you. He wanted nothing more than to pull you into his lap and kiss you senseless. But that couldn't happen. He couldn't ruin the time you spent together. It was precious to him, even though he knew you saw it as nothing more than a job.

The next hour of your time together was spent studying right from the book. There was no talking, no joking, just Baji finally getting to work. It was a welcome change for you. It meant you could focus on your task at hand and not worry about him trying to distract you with his unfinished sentences.

He was still so frustrated. But he was starting to make progress. He was starting to understand what you were trying to teach him. He just wished he could show you how he felt.

As you helped him work through the last of the 4 problems he had to do, he tried to come up with a way to say it. To tell you how he really felt. He was never good at words. Action was his strength. "I'm not sure about par-parallelograms? Is that how you say it? I'm so fucking sick of that long ass word. It's so stupid. Why couldn't they just say a special type of quadrilateral that has both pairs of opposite sides parallel and equal. That word is like 73 letters long. I hate it. It's so fucking annoying, y/n. Jesus."

You clapped and jumped a little where you stood, your tits bounced and his eyes went right to them. "Yes! Yes, Kei! Good! Good job!" You jumped into his arms and hugged him so tightly, burying your face in his neck, (accidentally) inhaling his scent. "I knew you could ..." you pulled your face back from him and looked into his brown eyes. "I knew you could do it ... Keisuke. Mmm ... Kei-suk-e. You ..." you breathed the words out heavily and found yourself staring at his full lips. That sly smile, his sharp teeth. Pain never looked so appealing. 

Your heart stopped in your chest when he threw the math book across the room and it slammed into your wall with a loud thud. Before you had time to process what was happening, his hands were in your hair and his lips were on yours.

You'd been so stupid for someone who taught other people things. So stupid to not see how he felt. And now, here he was, kissing you like he needed you to breathe. You reached up and pulled his long black hair back from his face and returned the kiss with just as much intensity.

"I'm sorry I didn't say anything, y/n. I didn't think you'd want me that way. I'm just a dumbass with no future. You're so smart and pretty and funny and ... and I just can't believe you're actually kissing me back right now."

You shook your head and smiled. "I'm sorry! I didn't realize what was happening, Kei. You're not as good at hiding your feelings as you think. You should have just said something, though. This whole time we've been studying everything together, we could have been ..."

"... fucking like rabbits?" He laughed, but his eyes were serious.

You reached down and unbuttoned his jeans. "You know, it's not nice to talk to your tutor like that. But Baji, you've made a lot of progress tonight. I think you deserve a reward."

He picked you up and laid you down on your bed. "Oh yeah? And what kind of reward do you think I deserve, y/n?"

You reached over to your bedside table and turned on your neon pink LED lights. "The best kind, Kei. You've earned it."

"Fuck, y/n. You are so hot. I can't wait to fuck you so hard you forget everything you've ever taught me. We’ll have to have some more lessons. Is that ok with you?"

You nodded as you pulled your shirt up and over your head. "That sounds like a wonderful idea. We can even work on your pronunciation. You're a bit of a mess with your consonants."

He kissed you again and smiled. "Y/n, oh my god, shut up ... you're the worst." He pulled his pants down and straddled you, his cock rock hard and ready for you. "But you're also the best. I can't wait to make you mine."

"Kei, you're already mine." You reached up and cupped his cheek, pulling him in for another kiss. "Now ... teach me something.” 

@darkstarlight82 @katshimizuu @kazutora-kurokawa @southside-otaku @arlerts-angel

[usagikookiejams]

BEING AWAY FROM THEM FOR SOME WEEKS

Shiba Taiju, Sano Shinichiro, Haitani Ran

⚠️WARNING: Curse words, mentions of kill (no actual killing tho in this hc), 'crazy' behavior lol

SHIBA TAIJU

"When are you coming back, baby?," the guy on the other line inquired. "Can you like stop asking me same question for the past 2 weeks already?," you tsked. "Brat, I'm just asking ya know," you could feel him rolling his eyes by the tone of his voice. "Hehe sorry love, I promise I will come back ASAP once my event is done here. Mwah, TTYL!," you hung up. Fast forward, you came back to Japan after 4 days since the call. You arrived at Taiju's house a.k.a Black Dragon's HQ where you could see most of his subordinates were bandaged up. "What the...," your thoughts were interrupted upon hearing some yelling, HIS yell to be exact. You entered the house to witness Taiju beating up his subordinate with a baseball bat. "Care to explain?," you inquired which led to Taiju stopping his action, and the subordinate repeatedly bow at you while saying thank you. Kokonoi came into the frame while laughing, "He got WILD when you were not by his side, so he released the pent up stress towards these guys." Taiju let go of the bat and walked towards you, "Tch! They are lucky that you are here already. If not, I swear I could go rampage and kill half of these useless guys." You looked at him dead in the eyes while shaking your head, "You maniac, how do I even like you in the first place." Taiju just shrugged and took you to ride on his motorcycle while enjoying your presence again.

SANO SHINICHIRO

You were watering the plant in your parents' garden when suddenly your phone started ringing. You went to retrieve them before greeting the other person on the line, "Hello babe!." You could hear rustling which may indicates that the person was still in bed. "Hey darling, I miss you so much! Can you come home by today? Ahhh I literally haven't eaten properly since you left," which continued by the sounds of Emma's nag telling him to get his ass off the bed and go to work already. You could hear a loud 'hey gimme back!' before Shinichiro's voice was replaced with Emma's on the other line, "Hey Y/N, when are you coming back? This lazybum has been off his job for 3 weeks now, reasoning that he doesn't have enough energy to work. Ugh I really hate to tell you this but can you please please PLEASE come back ASAP. Istg he has been losing a lot of weight already ugh!." You talked with them for some minutes more before having to hang up. You felt guilty and tried to talk about it with your parents, in which they agreed that you should go back home to Shinichiro as your mom has been getting better from her sickness. Thus, the next day, you arrived at Tokyo. You didn't tell Shinichiro about your plan so upon seeing your face by the main door, Shinichiro dropped to his knees to hug your legs tightly while crying like a baby. "Please don't leave me ever again! If you need to go to your hometown, bring me with you so that we will not be separated huwaaa 😭😭," he messily crying, ruining your pants with his tears and snots. You just laughed at his behavior but still agreeing to his suggestion. "Ahh, this man is gonna be the death of me lol," you monologued in your head.

HAITANI RAN

You wouldn't lie that leaving this house in the hands of Ran's is really.... unnerving. This man literally loves to cause trouble at home, which most of the time leading you to feel like dying is a better option. Why is that? Cuz this man lovessSSS to pull 'harmless' pranks that drive you crazy, like right now; "Babeee, do you think the fish in the fish tank could survive if I put a sprinkleee of chilli flakes in the water?," Ran showed you the fish tank via the facetime. "Don't you dare Ran! That is MY fish so don't do this crazy shit unless you don't want me coming home again," you threatened him. "Hmmm...," he walked closer to the tank while shaking what seems like the small container of the chilli flakes you frequently use. "AHHH! ISTG DON'T!!," you screamed at him while saying profanity words. "HAHAHAHHA!!," you could see his camera shaking from his laugh, he later on flipped the camera to front facing him. "Dumbass babygirl, I would never do bad shit like that to animals you know 😔. Though I kill people on a daily basis. What kind of a maniac do you think I am? ☹️," he jutted his lower lip faking sadness. You glared at him through the screen while 'promising' that you are going to beat his ass once you come back. In the end, that promise was fulfilled by you beating his back with the frying pan he bought you on your birthday <3

[lalunanymph]

BLACKMAIL KISS — h. ran

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ─── a single night of rebellion against your husband, the mayor of Tokyo, in an underground Roppongi club, traps you right in Haitani Ran's web of blackmail and deceit—where every move you make could potentially be your last one.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ─── a bonten!haitani ran miniseries inspired by hametsu no itte

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ─── bonten timeline, fem!reader, wife!reader, reader is feminine coded (wears dresses, heels, makeup) DARK CONTENT, blackmail, political drama, HEAVY TOPICS PROCEED WITH CAUTION, orgasm control, petnames (good girl, slut), flashbacks, sir kink, suspension bondage, audio kink, blindfolds, voyuerism, previous master kink, past flings (ran), mentions of public play, nipple play, penetrative sex (like FINALLY)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ─── bittersweet blackmail with this playlist

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ─── masterlist

#3: when the curtains call the time

“R-Ran—”

Your soft whimper was cut off by the low squelching sounds of your fingers connecting with your heat.

His voice was a calm exhale, low and sensual like expensive silk. “Are you close, slut?” 

You nodded, though he couldn’t see you over the line. “Yes, Sir,” you amended, lifting your hips, hungrily pressing your phone harder to your ear to catch snatches of his deep, erotic growl. 

“Good girl. Get to the edge for me.” 

Working on your clit faster, your erratic circles soon had you poised over the edge, ready to spill all over your palm; days which turned into weeks of denial and edging left you sensitive enough to get to the crest of your pleasure easier. 

“I’m close,” you huffed, eyes roving up to the ceiling, imagining it was paneled with mirrors like a bedroom you often fantasize about. “Can I cum, Sir?” 

Realistically, you knew he would never let you spill, let alone get that close to the edge. But, for the sake of your sanity, you held out for the slimmest glimmer of hope that Ran would change his mind. Your bedroom door was firmly locked, the maids ordered to not disturb your beauty sleep, your husband already in the office and unaware of your devious doings.

“Hmm, let me think it through…” he trailed off, and you knew better than to stop touching yourself. “Ha. I think if you want to cum, you need to do something for me first.”

“Anything.” The agreement slipped past your lips easily, a barely controlled thought which sealed your fate the second Ran chuckled. 

“Anything? You’re so precious,” he cooed. “Well, if you insist…” 

Nothing could prepare you for his next words.

“I want you to inform your husband to focus his raids on Sumida,” Ran started, leaving both your body and mind wrought with tension at the mention of Makko. “He’s pushing Azabu too much, yeah? But, nearby the river is where he’ll flush out the gang he’s finding for. If you direct him to it… maybe I might let you cum.” 

Sugar coating his intentions, Ran sighed. “It’s been so long since you last came, huh? I bet you dream about it—fantasize about it. I want you to cum, too. I bet you’d look so pretty breaking all over my cock.”

You physically throbbed at his words, suddenly at a loss for words. “Ngh, S-Sir—I-I don’t know if I c-can—”

“You can,” Ran urged. “You’re my slut. And I only pick the best sluts. You can get the job done, beautiful.” He sighed, sounding completely mournful when he whispered, “Now, stop touching yourself, beautiful. Have you stopped touching?”

Hiccuping back a sob, your body pulsed with the familiar pangs of denial, your pussy sensitive enough to need a single lick or stroke to have you careen down the edge. Your mind was filled with cotton, ears ringing like you were standing under a waterfall. But, still. You obeyed him.

“Yes, Sir. I stopped.”

“Good girl,” Ran’s praise soaked into your soul, making you feel warm and glowing on the inside. “Tell me how it goes. I’ll be here for you, beautiful. Once you get it done, come over to my penthouse. I have a surprise waiting for you.”

Clicking the call off, you were met with the stinging rejection of the dial tone and your own body’s denied impulses. 

Ran’s words swam in your head, and you wondered how you would accomplish such a feat. Once the fog of desire rolled over, you were left with the stark skies of an impossible mission. If you even mentioned this to Makko, he would question you, and your entire affair with Ran would come to light.

If you asked your assistant to send word to any senator or politician in the defense position, they would become suspicious and let your husband know.

Your hands were tied—both figuratively and metaphorically. You had no control over this situation, and you sensed that if you caved in and told Ran of your incompetence, he would release your videos and photos to Makko. 

Heart thrumming, you sat up, suddenly feeling too naked. 

Throwing on a robe, you drew your knees to your clothed chest, gripping the roots of your hair as your mind raced with the numerous possibilities. 

One name came to your mind, and you decided to give it a shot, wondering if she would even pick up. The wife of a defense attorney you had met a few months ago who promised to give the recipe of her sticky toffee cupcakes if you ever called her out for lunch. 

Mrs. Hiroyu Shima was her name, and you vaguely remembered that she had ash blonde hair. Her husband was attached to Tokyo PD, and if you let it slip to her in the most casual way possible of the Sumida gangs, she would most definitely inform her husband.

One could only hope. As the dial tone kept on going, you were sure you would either chicken out or this wouldn't work, but to your surprise, she answered after a beat.

“Hello?” 

“Shima-san?” 

Gasping, she recognised your voice. “Tsunake-san. What a pleasure. How can I help you?” 

You giggled at her instant recognition. “I’m so glad you remembered me, Shima-san. I was craving for some cake today and remembered your amazing sticky toffee cupcakes from the Christmas gala last year. What would you say if we meet up for lunch so you can share the recipe with me?” 

Your reputation as the mayor’s wife preceded you, and any wife within the fishbowl world of politics and social ass kissing would be itching to earn your acquaintance. Sometimes, you barely understood the power you held, and in this moment, you were glad your husband’s name was still attached with yours—that people were still eager to please you even when you had already fallen so far from grace behind their knowledge.

“Of course,” Shima said enthusiastically. “I would love to see you for lunch. Shall we meet up at that new omakase restaurant near Sumida station?” 

It was like the gates of heaven had opened up for you—calling forth your redemption in one single shining moment.

“Actually, I think we need to stay away from Sumida for a bit,” you kept your voice low, fraught with worry.

“Why?” Shima asked, and you heard her gasp again. “Tsunake-san, do you know something we don’t?” 

“Mhm hmm,” your tone turned conspiratory. “I saw my husband’s files—you know he’s running for Mayor again this term, right?” you threw in that little tidbit, sounding harangued and catching her attention. “And he’s trying to get gang activity down around Tokyo before the elections. I didn’t tell him, but I overheard one beat cop talking at the local council about how Sumida is a hot bed. But, my husband won’t listen to me so I don’t know who else to confide in.” 

Grasping at straws, you made something up on the spot. “Did you hear how a fire started out at one of the warehouses? I think it was Sumida. Those gangs are getting fiercer day by day. I’m just so afraid if it borders closer to us because we’re right in the next district.” 

“Oh dear,” Shima sounded worried. “My husband may know better. Should I let him know of your suspicions? Maybe then he’ll put a word to his superior.” 

Closing your eyes, you pumped your fist. Your voice was steady when you said, “I think that would be great, Shima-san. At least someone would look into it and your husband is a capable man. Makko mentioned his brilliance once.”

Except, he didn’t. Your husband didn’t even know who the Shimas were, which was a shame considering what allies they could make in such a troubling time. 

Shima swooned, her short laugh equal parts embarrassed and equal parts delighted. “That is great to hear. My Hiroyu would love to know how the Mayor recognizes his hard work.”

“He should,” you preened, digging deeper into her glee. “Let’s hope Hiroyu-san can help Tokyo out and make it a better city. It would be my honor to commend him to the position of Chief of Defence if the time ever came—you know, to my husband.”

You threw a bone to her, one which she latched onto with rapture. Like all the power-hungry wives of the political world would. “That is so kind of you, Tsunake-san. I can’t wait to meet for lunch. Shall we see each other today if you are free?”

“Yes,” you said with a wide smile. 

“Today would be perfect. And don’t forget to keep your purse at home, Shima-san! Lunch is on me.” 

–

A little boy with blonde hair was staring sullenly at the emerald expanse of the football field, his stomach tight with hunger. 

He was under the shaded veranda, far away from the bustling cafeteria just next door where laughter, chatter and cries could be heard. 

The bruise under his right rib cage was starting to hurt, and he would have to ask his mother to make it feel better. The bruise under her eye would be the same shade of black, too. His papa had made sure to leave a matching set to show how enraged he was at them for reacting poorly to his confession.

His fucking sin he dragged back home in the shape of a boy two years younger than Ran with matching lilac eyes and a different mother.

His mother passed away last night—he needs to be fed.

Somewhere above the same bruise, an emotional one started to throb. 

He clutched his midsection, fending off the hunger and heartbreak with dull, lifeless eyes. If only this day would end soon. 

There was a movement behind him, and a voice took him off guard.

“Hello.” 

Ran swiveled around to find a girl holding a lunchbox, her polished class monitor badge gleaming on her tie. He narrowed his eyes, anticipating trouble; puffing out as much of his chest as a seven year old kid could. 

She blinked at him, and pointed to his stomach, right where the bruise was. “Why do you keep touching yourself there? Are you hungry?” 

Before he could speak, she ambled over to him in her squeaky black shoes. Ran flinched when she sat down next to him, opening up her bento box. Removing a perfectly wrapped onigiri, she munched on it, fixing her eyes on him. 

He eyed the meal in her hand hungrily, licking his lips without noticing her eyes widening.

As if she were sent to save him when he needed it the most, she unwrapped the other onigiri and passed it to him with a small smile.

“An empty stomach is a hungry mind,” was what she murmured, but he heard her loud and clear. 

Ran, seven years old and starving, wrenched it out of her hand. He sneered at her, a blonde, skinny child with chapped lips and bruises decorating his body he kept hidden behind his uniform—biting into the miso onigiri with gusto. 

For a moment, the two children ate together, not caring about etiquettes or status quo.

Just basking in a bright day. 

Once Ran finished, he stood up. The girl looked up at him, those stupid wide eyes making his blood boil and gut churn with spite. 

If she was expecting his thanks, she wasn’t going to get it. 

Her cry rebounded across the field when he shoved her down, stomping away; blind to the tears accumulating in her eyes.

She never called out for him or got him in trouble. Ran had kept his eyes peeled on teachers roaming around the school but none of them approached him or tried to call his parents.

His secret was never spoken out loud and the girl never crossed paths with him again. 

Or, so he thought. 

Ran could hardly believe his ears during today’s strategy meeting.

It started when Kokonoi walked in, silver hair laid pristinely around his face, a stack of files in his manicured hands as he stared down the long table of executives waiting for him to speak. At the head, Mikey sat, munching on a taiyaki and harboring a deadened look in his black eyes. Impatient for Kokonoi to get this meeting over and done with.

“Sumida has fallen,” Hajime started off with a batshit gleeful smile. Rummaging in the stack of files, he removed a piece of intel gathered across their black market servers, stunning every executive in the face who couldn’t believe the words written on that incriminating piece of paper.

Sumida—the Black Dragon stronghold—was up for grabs to the heftiest bidder. Bonten had a chance of expansion. 

Ran sat back in his chair, his mind reeling. He hadn’t heard from you for a week since the last edging session, and he assumed you had chickened out—that you had tucked in your tail and came clean to your husband about your affair. But, Ran was pleasantly surprised to find that he had underestimated you all along. 

She did it, he thought in disbelief. She really did it. 

He would have to reward you soon. Such obedience deserved a big compensation. 

“Sir,” your feathery exhale made Ran’s gut tightened, an implicit reaction to your bound body swaying lightly in the middle of his living room.

You looked good in red. The hued jute ropes vined around your arms, your body lifted slightly off the ground; legs spread wide and waiting, was a scintillating vision. 

Those wet, doe eyes trailed after his every move, beseeching for him to show you some mercy. 

Ran plastered on a sympathetic grin, padding up to you with a look you were starting to know all too well. He had on a light button down shirt with some charcoal grey slacks—a picture of ease while you struggled to hold onto your composure with every light sway of your body. 

His touch on your thigh was not unwelcomed, though you squirmed, wishing he would take his hand up higher. “I heard the brave thing you did with the Shimas. I have to say—I’m impressed. And proud. I’m proud of you.”

Like a flower blooming under the warmth of his praise, your chest swelled, eyes glistening. “Thank you, Sir.”

He cupped your face, allowing one moment of weakness where his expression crumpled at the edges with tenderness. Brushing back a loose piece of hair behind your ear, Ran hummed, “It must’ve taken you a lot of courage. I think you’re very brave.”

You preened under his touch, batting your lashes and arching your back. “Thank you, Sir.”

The scent of him—citrus and like the ocean—made you dizzy with need. Especially when he came up behind you, curving his larger body closer to yours, drowning you with his heat. One hand spread across your stomach, gripping your body softly, while the other one drifted in between your legs, finding your sacred spot—cupping it protectively.

“Do you trust me, slut?” Ran’s breath touched your earlobe, and you nodded, mouth falling open before you registered how wanton your reactions were.

“Y-yes.” 

“Do you love me?” 

You were struck mute, unsure of what to say. Ran chuckled, teasingly smacking your thigh. “I’m joking, slut. You don’t have to answer that. I don’t think I want to know the answer, either.”

Touching your hips, Ran eased his palms up your body, feeling your outline underneath his touch. Every inch of you was tense with anticipation, wondering what he had up his sleeve. Your lover was an enigma—his actions and expression unreadable. You wondered what he would do next.

As if answering your silent thoughts, Ran eased something thick and silky over your eyes, snorting when you flinched and squealed in surprise. 

“It’s a blindfold. You’re not scared of the dark, are you, slut?” 

You shook your head, hair falling right in front of your face. Ran pushed your errant locks back, admiring the proud jut of your chin as you tried to keep your posture held high and unbothered.

He was going to make you beg on your knees; Ran wanted to see you melted into a puddle of your own desire.

A smirk decorated his lips, and he picked up a pair of headphones charging on a console, clamping it around your ears. Your gasp resounded through his penthouse, and Ran touched your thigh, silently telling you he was still here. That you could trust him. 

With the darkness and stillness keeping you locked in a state of limbo, all you could feel was your heartbeat rapidly thudding in your chest; hear the blood roaring in your ears. Your breath came out in shuddering waves, anticipating Ran’s next move. 

You never expected the soft stream of moans or another woman’s voice moaning out your lover’s name to filter through your ears. 

“Ran-san, I-I can’t hold it anymore.” Accompanying her mewls were soft squelches that sounded suspiciously like someone fingering a wet pussy. It all came to a head when Ran spoke, his voice low and seductive through the audio. 

“Then, cum, my slut.” 

You physically heard the relief in that strange woman’s voice when her moan broke off, her heavy breathing and low chanting of his name making you feel hot all over. 

Someone touched your belly, and you flinched with a quick gasp. The touch smoothed over your hip, as if to reassure you, and you trusted it enough to let it trail down to your pulsing pussy.

Behind the blindfold, your eyes were rapidly twitching, opening and closing to the pressing darkness.

Another recording started, and to your shock, it was another woman on the precipice of an orgasm. She sounded like she was close to mania, her high-pitched keen going straight to your throbbing clit. Your hips undulated, and the touch on your clit moved to your twitching hole—a single finger bullying through your tight heat.

Without warning, you whimpered, back arching and toes curling. The strange woman spoke, distracting you from the blistering pleasure. 

“Ran… Master… you’re driving me i-insane.” 

His chuckle was both confident and sarcastic, when he replied, “Serves you right for putting on a show in front of my colleagues. This is your punishment—take it.” 

You flinched again when you heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh, the other woman’s moan offsetting the twinge of pain in her cry. 

“Fuck—I’m sorry, Master. F-forgive your slut.” 

Ran didn’t speak, but from the sounds of sucking and smacking lips, you could deduce he was busy between her legs, lapping at her desperation while her pitchy mewls kept you on your toes. 

Right in front of you, you felt the minute movement of a body shift, as if someone was getting to his knees. A tongue dragged across your pelvis bone, rough and leaving behind a trail of spit. You giggled, shrinking away, but Ran held your hips firmly in his two larger hands, tilting your lower body up at an angle. Another lick, this time on the crease of your inner thigh, had your breathing stuttering, mind running on pure adrenaline.

He’s going to eat me out—he’s finally going to eat me out. 

The woman in the audio cried out his name, and you could plainly picture Ran in between her shapely thighs, sucking on her clit as her back bowed and she came lustily. 

“Oh, Master,” she sobbed. “Thank you, thank you. Thank you.” 

Another recording started, this one scratchier, like it was taped outside. A woman was breathing heavily, as if she were in pain. An insidious trickle of dread ran up your spine, and you almost yelled out for him to stop when you felt the broad stroke running right through your soaked folds.

“Mhm!” The audio was too loud for you to discern what was happening all around you, but even with the distraction, you could plainly hear the ache in your involuntary moan. Ran’s tongue traced figure 8s on your sensitive clit, and as the recording became clearer, you heard the woman’s heavy breathing turned into sensuous whines. Blood pounded through your veins, flooding all the way south, right to your shuddering pussy. 

Down on his knees, your lover mouthed your folds, his tongue sliding through your drenched seam with the ease of a hot knife running through butter. As he suckled on your clit almost tenderly, the woman in the recording cried out, her heavy breathing turned laborious. Like she was an inch away from cumming her brains out. 

“Do it,” Ran in the audio goaded. “Cum for me right in front of all these people, slut. Make a mess on my fingers.” 

Fuck, your brain synapses pieced two and two together, the reality of what was happening in the recording making you throb everywhere. Ran had actually made this poor girl cum in public. Was it in a park? Did they hide in the bushes? Was she wearing a skirt to give him access to her poor, vulnerable cunt? 

Suddenly, the reason why he blindfolded you made complete sense. The darkness and lack of details made your imagination run on overtime, which was, in reality, the most potent aphrodisiac when you had no other choice than to picture these lewd ministrations on your own. 

Sick, sick bastard. Haitani Ran would be the death of you.

That distracting, warm mouth continued to lap at your pussy, and without warning, you felt two slim fingers sink into your aching core, stroking your walls and catching on a sensitive spot which made you cry out. Ran kissed, sucked and flicked your tender nub, until you swore the women moaning in the audio and your groans were indistinguishable. 

“Ran, Ran… Sir… Sir…” 

You were panting out his name, twisting in your bonds. He moved his mouth up your body, briefly tonguing your erect nipples. He nipped your neck, nosed your jaw and eventually found your lips. 

Fuck me, please—don’t keep me waiting any longer. His tongue danced with yours, leaving your own juices coating your tastebuds. Ran kissed you like he wanted to destroy every shred of sanity which kept you hesitant to give all of yourself to him. 

Your walls were now flimsy barriers, standing on a shaky foundation which crumbled even more every time he pressed his mouth to your wide open one. Every stroke of his tongue winning this battle of wills left you gasping and groaning. Those pesky headphones tilted askew, giving you a brief respite—allowing you to listen to his heavy breathing when he devoured your lips with the mastery of a man knowing exactly how to make a woman beg for her sanity back. 

Ran chuckled, righting the headphones, and once again, your world was consumed by countless hussies moaning, crying out, cumming and screaming for your lover to give them the gift of their own denied orgasm. 

How many women have been subjected to this same torture? Were you one of many who found themselves in this position? 

Something hot and heavy stabbed under your ribs at that thought—making you wonder just exactly how special you were in comparison to those other women; if you even made a difference in Ran Haitani’s life. 

But, in the split second jealousy managed to rear her head, she was tamed back down when you sensed his fingers ghosting your weeping slit. Circling your entrance, pushing two fingers through your fluttering walls with ease. You must be dripping onto his carpet; your shame staining the expensive fabric.

“Fuck me!” This new woman sobbed, sounding deranged and on the edge. “Fuck me, Haitani! I need you now.” 

Two fingers pushed through your mouth, saturating your tastebuds with the flavor of your own desperation. You lapped at his digits, silently beseeching for him to push them further down your throat—anything to be perforated with Ran’s presence deep in your body. 

You exhaled a soft moan, nipples taut enough to be almost painful. “Ran,” you moaned, though you barely heard yourself over his other submissive’s cries. “P-please… fuck me.” 

Having no idea whether he even heard you in the first place, the best bet you had was to be still and wait. The wanton audible whore was now squirting, your lover encouraging her to drench his tongue, urging her release with low, filthy groans.

Would Ran moan exactly like that when he sank deep into your pussy? 

Your hips circled at that thought; being suspended in midair only drew the anticipation out cruelly. Minutes seemed to pass where there was nothing but your heartbeat drowning the women’s moans. Where you could feel every ridge of the ropes digging into your arms, your wrists, and clenched on the rough jute in between your tight grip like it was your literal lifeline. 

Ran? You murmured. Ran? Master? 

Warm lips touched your shoulder, trailing to your jaw. A soft kiss fell right onto your parted mouth. 

And then, Ran gripped your cheeks, spreading them. 

Easing the blunt head of his cock right into your pulsating pussy; finally giving you what you deserved. 

a/n: WE IN IT NOW GANG (literally)

© all works belong to lalunanymph. do not copy the concept, sentence structures and scenes without prior permission from the creator.

[koishiro]

is there a possibility for you to make a dating hanma shuji moodboard? thank u and hope u have a good day/night!!

Dating Hanma Shuji <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : ofc!!! hopefully this is okay! 💕

[shinsmarlboro]

Shinichiro, whose lips you stole in a kiss on his birthday; since then he's thought of you and your strawberry lips, while he works, in his sleep, as he's cooking for his siblings. He can't get it out of his head. He doesn't know if it is because it was his first time kissing a woman, or maybe it went deeper - more intimate than that.

Shinichiro, who is usually composed when talking to you, now a stuttering mess when he greets you. You smirk and tease him for it, calling him adorable and he absolutely melts. He goes about the rest of his day with a dopey grin spread across his face.

Shinichiro, who cums in your fist after you give him his first non-solo handjob, his hand splayed over his flushed face to hide his embarrassment as he shivers. His moans are needy and breathless, in between them he says your name like a broken record.

“Shh… I'm here for you, Shin. Think you have more of it in you? You're so cute I just can't help it.” You lean in to kiss his cheek and then his lips, swollen from your excessive kisses.

Shinichiro, who you lie with beneath the covers where only you and he exist, naked along with limbs wrapped around each other. He savours the euphoria you give to him, relishing the feeling of being inside of you; you make him feel alive.

Shinichiro, who fumbles his words when you question him about the bouquet of roses in his grasp.

“These are for you…” He mutters, not looking you in the eye.

Your heart melts as you take the bouquet in your arms and lead him further into your apartment to properly thank him for his kindness.

Shinichiro, who takes you out on late-night motorcycle rides. Your arms wrap around him tightly as he revs off into the night like a mad man. He loves it when you hold onto him, your soft curves pressed up against his back and the light scolds that leave your mouth.

Shinichiro, whose heart sinks at the sight of you in the arms of another man, taking his place under the sheets just as he is about to tell you how he feels about you.

“I don't see why you're so upset,” You quip, shutting the door leading to your bedroom as you trail after him.

“I'm not good for you, Shin.” You peer at him through lashes, meeting his red-rimmed gaze. “I'm sorry.”

With that, you turn around and head back to your bedroom, crushing his heart in the process, stepping on it and tossing it back in his palms.

“Oh.” is all he mutters. “You..you can't tell me we were just friends that's…” The cracks in his voice ache your heart but you steel yourself.

He turns to look at you. A flash of disbelief and hurt spreads across his face, alongside frustration. “Did you even consider how I feel? When you…kissed me in front of everyone, did that mean anything?”

You tense when he puts you on the spot. The response you have for him remains trapped in the junction of your throat and you can only lower your head, remaining quiet.

A quiet scoff can be heard from him, followed by sniffles.

"I'm not good for you, Shin.” You peer at him through lashes, meeting his red-rimmed gaze. “I'm sorry.”

Shinichiro, whose fragile heart you crush beneath the weight of your painful departure, stands before your closed bedroom door unable to hold back his tears as he takes every ounce of his remaining strength to traipse out of your apartment building.

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[narcjsistx]

Hello:). Can you do a Rindou Haitani x gf reader headcanon. Where she's visiting him and Ran while they're in juvenile. Her sending them food and stuff to make them fell more comfortable.

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

— Rindou Haitani in a relationship in juvenile HCS ᡣ𐭩

You and Rindou had been together for a relatively short time when he ended up in juvenile. You found out a few hours when the TV news showed a report where his name and that of his brother appeared. You can swear he had a heart attack when you saw his face in the arrest poster broadcast by journalists

A few hours later you ran to the first shift open to relatives. Rindou didn't expect to see you right away so when you spoke to him he was a little reluctant for the simple fact that he thought he had disappointed you. On the other hand Ran was very calm, indeed almost amused by the situation and by seeing his little brother so embarrassed

Your dates have transformed into the weekly meetings that the prison organized when it left prisoners free to talk to their loved ones for 3 hours. Going from shaking hands to talking through a glass was a problem for both of you, to the point where it was Rindou himself who told you that if you wanted to break up he wouldn't have a problem because he knew how strange and complicated the situation was. You simply responded to him in another way, hiding a letter in his monthly package with all the reasons why you fell in love with him

Speaking of monthly packages... you used this technique right from the start. You made him tell you what he wanted and if necessary also what Ran wanted and you got it in a short time. More than a few times you hid something else in the package, like a photo of the two of you or mini dedications that you thought before handing the package over to the guards. The best moment came during the meetings, where he would talk to you about what he thought of the dedications

The days before delivering the package were busy days. You spent hours in shops to get what he asked for and hours in the kitchen to prepare what he preferred

Little by little, you gained the trust of the guards who ran Rindou's cell. You had to wait a year before having a little contact with him again, where you held hands through a hole in the cell that the guards had pointed out to you. Did you both cry? Obviously

The day of its release was really emotional for both of us. Before he even finished going down the stairs he found himself with you on top of you hugging him crying, and even though he hid it a little, he was extremely happy to be able to have you close to him again and not through glass

You only learned years later, when he had long since been released from prison, that his thoughts were constantly turned to you and the certainty he had received from the confirmation that you would be his wife. The reason? You could very well have broken up with him, yet you took care of everything without demanding anything... if that's not a loving wife, what else is?

[mitsuyeaah]

STRAWBERRIES & CREAM

SANZU HARUCHIYO x f! reader

“if i’m dreaming don’t wake, don’t wake me up from you in that sundress, here in that sunset.”

cw: modern au, sundress season with sanzu, fluff, nsfw (mdni), smut, pwp, oral (f receiving), food play, unprotected sex, creampie, clit slapping (brief), multiple orgasms (f), pet names (baby), swearing, sanzu being down bad for reader for wearing a sundress.

word count: 5.9k

a/n: my entry for The #SummertimeMadnessCollab event by @saccharine-darlin !! thank you for this awesome event! happy happy birthday to my one and only, haru <3

The hot summer wind danced around your figure, the smooth fabric of your pink sundress flowing with the breeze. You were surrounded with hues of green and red, the blazing sun in all its glory amongst the vast azure sky—not a single spec of cloud in sight; the buzzing of insects and trees waving at one another filled your ears as you wandered down the never-ending strawberry fields. Rows and rows of green and red stretched across acres of land which brought joy to your heart, like a child discovering a sweet treat for the first time.

“Maybe I should’ve stayed at home.” Your boyfriend hissed, swiping a slender hand across his neck, attempting to wipe away the thin layer of sweat that has formed there. Rosy strands of his shoulder-length mullet uncomfortably stuck to the sides of his neck, his fringe slightly sticking together just above his aquamarine eyes and thick lashes, a slight scowl forming upon his pretty face. You whipped your head over to where he stood, turning your torso as you looked over your shoulder, “Oh, lighten up, would you?” You chuckled from underneath the brim of your straw hat.

Before Haruchiyo could say anything, another tropical breeze danced around the two of you, this time, lifting the hem of your dress a little too high for his liking. He leaned over and jutted an arm out, catching the fabric in his hand and smoothed it down your legs before any prying eyes could wander above your knees— parts of you that only he could see and touch.

You gave him a sheepish smile as you held the fabric against your thighs, he could only shake his head and give a small chuckle, turquoise eyes becoming a shade lighter underneath the sun as he looked up at you. His cheeks were almost the same colour as his hair, a droplet sweat rolling down the side of his face. Feeling sorry for your boyfriend, you grabbed the white strawberry-filled bucket that hung from his forearm and placed your straw hat on the crown of his head.

“We’ll fill this up a little more, then we can go.” You wiped the sweat that rolled down the side of his face with your thumb and ventured further down the field, following the narrow path underneath your shoes.

His heart skipped a beat at your little gesture, the familiar warmth spreading across his sweaty chest as he surveyed the back of your figure. God, you always managed to make him fluster at the smallest things, the two of you have been in a relationship for quite a while now and not once did you not make his heart flutter with something as innocent as that, not that he was complaining though.

You were cute.

He looked at the way your pink sundress swayed around your knees, the fabric peppered with little red strawberries to match today’s activity—strawberry picking. How did you manage to look so heavenly under this scorching heat? Meanwhile, Haruchiyo looked like he just ran a marathon from the way his white polo shirt clung to every part of his torso, pants becoming uncomfortably tight around his legs the more time he spent under the sun.

Haruchiyo hated sweating but for you, he’d endure it.

He knew how fond of strawberries you were and so was he but he’d rather be in the comfort of his own home, eating them without having to break a sweat and practically bathing under the tropical weather. Plus, he loved your strawberries and cream cheesecake—luckily enough, his birthday was tomorrow and you had suggested to bake his favourite cheesecake flavour. Although, he didn’t expect the part where the two of you had to pick fresh strawberries for his cake.

You opted for strawberry picking instead of store-bought ones since it brought joy to you; the feeling of wandering around the endless fields of green and the faint scent of strawberries filling your nose. Even though Haruchiyo urged you to just buy from the store, the experience was still different and plus, it was time to get some much needed vitamin D, per your words—to which he responded by saying you could get vitamin D from another source, earning a slight smack from you.

Nonetheless, it was perfect. The cold dessert was just what he needed after being out in this scorching heat. He couldn’t wait to dig into the sweet treat and feel the coolness of the cake against his tongue, the bursting flavours and strawberries and cream melting in his mouth.

Feeling much better, the two of you sat on a wooden bench under a parasol with the strawberry-filled bucket resting on the table. After picking strawberries, Haruchiyo suggested grabbing strawberry ice cream that the farm had; he’s a sucker for these since they used fresh strawberries from their farm.

You softly chuckled at the man sitting across you eagerly licking at the sweet treat, the slight scowl that he held underneath the blazing sun no longer evident on his face, instead it showed pure content. The breeze was also cooler under the shade, rosy strands no longer uncomfortably sticking to his neck and his shirt didn’t cling to every part of his torso anymore. You met his aquamarine gaze as he looked up at you from under the thick layers of lashes, “Why are you laughing?” Genuine confusion was now plastered on his face, brows knitting together underneath his blush-coloured bangs.

“You’re cute.” Embarrassment filled his whole body, hands ever so slightly tightening around the waffle cone. Haruchiyo was never the one to know how to act when receiving compliments. Yes, he complimented you a lot, endless praises spilled from his lips very easily but when he’s on the receiving end, he doesn't know what to do. In your opinion, that’s what made you fall for him harder—the way his cheeks turn crimson red and his shy turquoise eyes avoid your gaze.

Before he could even process your compliment, you made a small noise out of surprise as you felt the melted pink liquid make contact with your index finger. Haruchiyo watched as you placed the ice cream on your other hand, lips encasing around the digit that was stained with the melted substance. His keen eyes followed the way your tongue darted out to lick a long stripe from the cone and up to the ice cream itself, following the trail of the melted ice cream.

He sucked in a sharp breath, his cerulean eyes following your tongue’s every movement. An action so innocent yet it flipped a switch inside him, rather quickly, even. Hell, who was he even lying to, he has been on edge ever since he saw you in that goddamned dress. The way the thin fabric effortlessly cascaded down to your knees, and the low neckline of it, deliciously exposing your collarbones. Haruchiyo wasn’t worried about other people looking at you because he knew you were his and he was yours. Goddamnit he was the only one hitting that, and no one else.

God, the way the dress hugged your body in all the right ways made him lose his mind. He has never wanted to rip the clothing off of you as quickly as you put it on but alas, you guys had plans for the day. In all honesty, he was ready to go home and take you right then and there, maybe even keep the dress on while he pounds into you; the neckline yanked down to expose your breasts. But, his deepest desire can wait. He’ll have to behave, for now.

“What’s on your mind, Haru?” His heart skipped a beat at the nickname; you always called him ‘Haru’ but his mind suddenly went elsewhere. How cute would you look as you call him by his nickname while his cock is sheathed inside you, and to top it off, your strawberry dress hiked above your hips as he gives it all to you. It may be his birthday today but you deserve all the pleasure he’s about to give you once the two of you get home.

Haruchiyo shook his head and mumbled a ‘nothing’; before he knew it, the two of you were back home, a bag of strawberries in hand. He gently placed the bag atop the kitchen island before pulling you in for a deep kiss. His lips tasted like strawberries, just like you expected. A hand cupped your cheek which allowed him to deepen the kiss, his lips were full of want as it  moved desperately against your own. Haruchiyo didn’t shy away from shoving his tongue past your lips as you parted them to let out a muffled whimper.

You stood there, trapped between his body and the kitchen island, and all you could do was grip the collar of his shirt. “Mhm.. Haru, I still have to make the cheesecake.” You let out a sigh of content as Haruchiyo moved from your lips, trailing open-mouthed kisses to your jaw, and down the side of your neck. A light sheen of sweat coated your skin but he didn’t care, he could handle a little sweat. He nipped at the sensitive skin there, earning a small moan from you. “Baby, you can do that later.. I want you all to myself.” Haruchiyo furrowed his brows as you breathlessly laughed at his reply.

“It’ll be quick. Plus, what’s a birthday without a cake?” “Hmm, the cake I need is right here, though.” He wrapped his arms around you to grope at your ass, causing you to yelp. Your eyes widened, meeting his aquamarine ones which were full of mischief. “Haruchiyo.” You lifted a brow at him, the smugness in his face slowly disappearing before defeatedly raising both arms in the air and walking towards the living room.

“I love you!” You called out to him from the kitchen. “Whatever.” Haruchiyo playfully grumbled from the living room. You shook your head and chuckled but before you could do anything else, he piped up again. “I love you.” A smile crept up to your lips, unable to bite it back. He was adorable to say the least, and you couldn’t have asked for more when he gave you his heart.

Throughout the entire time you prepared the cheesecake, Haruchiyo stood by the island counter. Pools of aquamarine never leaving your figure as you paced back and forth around the space. You’ve made this dessert countless times for him but he never fails to watch every single time, and despite watching it all, he has never jotted down a single process in mind. If he was being honest, he was running impatient. His cock grew harder with every passing minute, straining his pants; Haruchiyo couldn’t help his mind wandering to various things he’d do to you once you were done.

It also didn’t help how you decided to keep that goddamned sundress on while making the cheesecake. You were teasing him. He knew how much that dress drove him crazy, how it made him absolutely lose his mind. Haruchiyo watched the way you wiped your finger on the side of the bowl to gather the cream you’ve made and bring it up to your lips, sucking on your index finger. Fuck, the way your lips moulded around your digit, and the way you let go of it with a ‘pop’ pushed him to the edge.

Haruchiyo pushed himself off the kitchen island to make his way to you. You were finishing the last few touches for the dessert, decorating the top with freshly cut strawberries just like how you and Haru liked. Almost dropping a strawberry at the presence behind you, you let out a small yelp as he caged you in between the counter and his body. Haruchiyo placed his hands on your hips, pulling them back a bit just enough for you to feel his clothed hard on.

“‘M getting impatient, baby. Can’t let the birthday boy wait for too long, right?” He dipped his head to kiss the junction of your neck, earning a small sigh from you. Resting your head against his shoulder, his lips wandered further as you gave him more access—leaving trails of maroon and dark purple. “W-wait, Haru. Let me just put this in the fridge–ah!” A yelp slipped past your lips as he ground his clothed cock harder against your ass.

Everything became a blur after the dessert was stowed away in the fridge. Haruchiyo had you bent at the hips, your torso against the kitchen counter as he hiked your sundress up to reveal your ass. “Hmm.. so perfect for me.” He gave it a little slap before massaging the spot, earning a moan from you before nudging your legs wide open. As he kneeled, he yanked your soaked panties down so that your wet cunt was in perfect view right in front of his face. 

A loud whine slipped past your lips as Haruchiyo sucked on your wet entrance—the sounds that came from him were rather lewd given as to how hard he was sucking. The loud erotic sounds bounced off the kitchen walls, and went straight to your ears; it wasn’t like it was your first time being eaten out by Haru, it was just that the sounds never failed to make you flustered, especially with the way he hummed against your cunt like it was the most satisfying meal he’d had all day.

“H-Haru! Aah, slow down!” Your fingers gripped the edge of the counter, legs threatening to give up as Haruchiyo pushed his face further between your legs. “How can I hold myself back when you taste this good, baby?” He mumbled into your bare skin before shoving his tongue past your folds, earning a loud whimper from you. Your cheeks warmed at the way Haruchiyo’s tongue felt inside you, and the way his lips sucked at your entrance—it hit all the right places within you, and you swore you could almost see stars. “Haru! Fuck..!” Your knees buckled at the never ending stimulation at the apex of your legs.

Despite being not much of a talker, Haruchiyo was definitely skilled with his tongue in other ways—ways that would bring tears of pleasure to your eyes without a doubt. Your forehead met the cool marble top of the counter as his fingers rubbed fast, tight circles at your clit; your mouth parted but no sound came out. You could feel your head spinning from the amount of bliss you felt at this very moment; oxytocin coursed throughout your body as Haruchiyo didn’t falter with his movements.

Knees buckling, he tightened his grip around your legs to keep your lower half from meeting the tiled floor. Your stomach tingled, all the way to the tips of your digits as your sweet release was right around the corner—soft pants turned into hard, high-pitched breathing mixed with attempts of crying out Haruchiyo’s name as you neared your orgasm. “Haruuuu~ F-fuck, I’m cumming–ngh! Aah!” Your nails painfully dug into the hard material of the countertop as your orgasm hit you hard; the intense pleasure shot up your spine as your whole body trembled, the blissful sensation engulfing you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you finally let go, cumming around his tongue as the building knot in your stomach snapped. Haruchiyo hummed against your pussy, sending more vibrations up your spine. He rode out your orgasm with his fingers still mercilessly stimulating your clit, and his free hand snaking around your front to play with your hardened bud, pulling a loud yelp from you. He sloppily licked up all your cum, hums of satisfaction leaving his lips as he cleaned you up. Your back arched at the feeling of the heightened pleasure, whining as Haruchiyo pushed you to overstimulation. Reaching a shaky hand behind you, you tugged at his rosy strands, trying to push him off your cunt before cumming around his tongue again.

Haruchiyo laughed at your cute attempts to get him off but he obliged but not before placing a chaste kiss on your throbbing entrance and standing up. He pulled your trembling torso against his chest, rubbing his hands up and down your waist before whispering close to your ear, “Hmm.. you know what’s making me act this way, huh?” Shivering at the way his breath fanned at your skin, you shook your head no. You didn’t trust your words at the moment since your mind was long gone and fogged with thick clouds of lust. Nothing else.

Your boyfriend let out a saccharine laugh, his hands snaking around you to cup your breasts through the thin fabric of the sundress. “This. Fucking. Dress.” Haruchiyo harshly yanked down the top part of your dress with every word that came out of his mouth to expose your torso. He pressed his nose against the side of your neck, inhaling you intoxicating sent, “Fuck. I have been losing my mind since this morning. Ever since I saw you in this goddamned dress, I just wanted to bury myself in you right away.. You’re such a tease, huh..?” Haruchiyo skillfully removed your bra and tossed it somewhere in the kitchen, making a soft thud as it hit the tiled floor.

He wasn’t lying. As innocent as you looked in that sundress, he couldn’t help but think of every nasty thought that came into mind—it wasn’t his fault that you looked absolutely stunning with that dress on. You knew Haruchiyo had a thing for clothes that matched his rosy strands, especially if it accentuated your body in all the right ways, bringing out the most beautiful parts of you—though, he thinks that every single part of you is beautiful. He has been trying to keep his cool for the entire time in the strawberry fields. It also didn’t help how the flimsy material of your dress danced around the wind, hiking up your legs to reveal your delicious thighs.

Fuck, if Haruchiyo had the opportunity to take you right then and there back when the two of you were in the fields, he would have. He wouldn’t hesitate, not one bit. You were just so goddamned beautiful that he had to show you how much he loved every single bit of you. Breathtaking, to say the least. Sometimes he’d mentally curse himself for thinking of such lewd thoughts when you’re just standing there looking so innocent, so perfect but he knew you better than anyone. You loved to rile him up, and today was one of those days.

“Mhm—ah! R-really..? I knew you’d love it, Haru.” A smirk crept its way up to your lips, your voice shaky from your previous orgasm. Haruchiyo clicked his tongue, he wasn’t surprised that you specifically wore that dress to tease him. He absolutely loved it when you made efforts to rile him up, it was cute because he knew damn well it worked on him every single time. “Tsk. Wearing this just to tease me? How naughty, my baby.” You let out a moan as he massaged your breasts—Haruchiyo loved the way his large hands easily fit to cup at your mounds, like they were specifically made for your chest. 

Arching your back, you replied to him with a whimper, “Ngh! Well, I have to treat the birthday boy somehow, right—ah!” The chuckle that slipped past your lips abruptly turned into a full-blown moan as he pinched at your nipples, gently rolling them in between his digits, causing goosebumps to form under his lewd touches. “Always so good f’me my baby, aren’t you?” Haruchiyo trailed a hand up to your chin to angle your head towards him to kiss you. You moaned against his lips as he bucked his groin against you, rubbing it hard enough to feel the entirety of his length between the valley of your ass.

He chuckled at your attempts to form coherent sentences after pulling away from his lips, something along the lines of wanting his cock inside you. He tugged at your bottom lip with his teeth before letting it go to place a chaste kiss at the corner of your mouth. Haruchiyo skilfully turned you around so that the two of you faced each other; his eyes wandered across your bare chest, mouth watering at the way your breasts spilled from the neckline of the dress that’s been messily pulled down.

Haruchiyo marvelled at the way they looked, so tender, and plump from how he had been massaging them earlier. Fuck, he’s always had a thing for your chest. You furrowed your brows as he reached for something behind you, the glass bowl loudly scraping against the marbled countertop as he brought it closer to the two of you. “Since you don’t need this anymore.. Let’s not have the leftovers go to waste, hm?”

You blinked up at his aquamarine gaze, so full of mischief and slyness as he held the large glass bowl in his hand and the silicone spatula on the other. You watched as he scraped the spatula around the bowl, getting every bit of the cream you made earlier for the cheesecake and dropping it directly on your bare chest. A gasp left your lips as you were met with the cold cream against your warm skin.

It was a new sensation indeed but not weird enough to have you recoil. As a matter of fact, you kind of liked it despite knowing how much of a sticky mess it’d leave you—not like you haven’t felt that before, though. You and Haruchiyo were new to this whole thing, bringing food into sex; you never really thought of it as food and intercourse doesn’t sound as pleasing as it seems but now that you were experiencing it first hand, you didn’t mind at all. As long as it stayed away from your cunt.

Haruchiyo’s eyes were practically gleaming as he finished layering your breasts with cream—he was like an artist admiring his greatest masterpiece. “You’re so beautiful..” He let out a dreamy sigh and gave your lips a small peck before eagerly dipping his head below your chin to lick the sweetness off your chest. Your palms dug into the edge of the countertop, gripping them for your dear life as Haruchiyo licked a long stripe between the valley of your breasts, the sweet substance gathering at the tip of his tongue, all while holding your gaze—aquamarine eyes fixated on yours, like it was made just to look into your eyes and nothing else.

You let out a shaky breath as he stood up right, immediately resting a hand on your nape to pull you into a slow, sensual kiss. You hummed in delight as Haruchiyo didn’t hesitate to shove his cream-coated tongue past your lips, the sweetness of it dancing on your tastebuds. The kiss was messy, the sweet substance coating his and your lips which left wet, sticky trails around your mouths. He groaned into your mouth before swiping his tongue at your bottom lip, and kissing the corner of your mouth to clean up the mess he has made.

At this point, your head was spinning. Fuck, you wanted him so bad. The way Haruchiyo took his time to appreciate every single part of you left you breathless—your chest heaved up and down as you stared into his eyes with desperation. He was always like this, worshipping your body to the point where it drove you absolutely crazy; it may seem filthy and lewd to others with how he worshipped you but you loved it. Oh, you loved it a lot. It made your heart sing for his name, and every cell in your body yearned for no one but your lover standing right in front of you.

He placed his hands on your waist—the sundress still clinging to the lower part of your torso as he dipped his head into your chest once again, this time going for a breast. Biting back a moan, you threw your head back at his wet tongue languidly circling your sensitive nipple, rounding your back at the overwhelming sensation of his mouth, torso ever so slightly jerking. You tugged at his rosy roots as Haruchiyo gently bit at the supple flesh of your breast, it didn’t hurt, it was just the right amount of pleasure to send your mind in a frenzy.

Haruchiyo eagerly lapped up every single cream-covered spot on your chest, earning him whines and whimpers from you as you tugged at the rosy tufts of hair. He had his gaze on you the entire time, admiring all your  reactions under his tongue that your body had to offer him. You were cute—the way you let out short, shallow pants as he keenly sucked on your sensitive skin, the way you bit your lip as he swiped his tongue under your breast, and the way you looked at him with such adoration and lust; your brows knitted together in pleasure, lips slightly parted to whisper his name like a prayer.

Your front was left in a sticky, wet mess from Haruchiyo’s tongue; it was so naughty but you loved every bit of it. The way his tongue left messy, wet trails all over your body had shivers running down your spine, and the way his lips circled against the supple skin of your chest to suck it dark red, and purple left you breathless. He kissed every love bite that peppered your front, one so gentle and chaste that earned sighs of contentment from you, a contrast to what he was previously doing before, which pulled shameless moans past your swollen lips.

He turned you around once again, hips pressing against the edge of the marbled counter as he left open-mouthed kisses down your bare back, goosebumps forming under each wet kiss. “Haah~ Haru..” Haruchiyo hiked the dress up to your lower back, exposing your bare ass; he gave it a slap before grabbing the back of your right knee to prop it atop the cool surface of the counter. You braced yourself against the countertop, palms planted on the cool surface and back pressed against his chest. The sound of his belt unbuckling could be heard, the loud clang of the metal part startling you a bit as it met the tiled floor.

Haruchiyo didn’t bother stepping out of his pants as it pooled around his feet, and hastily pulled his underwear down, sighing as his cock was finally freed from its suffocating confines. He hissed as he circled his hand around his throbbing cock, languidly stroking it and using the bead of pre cum from his pink tip to lubricate his cock—it sat heavy in his hand, the way it pulsed like it had a heartbeat of its own, so eager and so ready to be buried inside you. He rested his chin on your shoulder, running the blunt tip of his cock along your wet entrance, pulling a desperate moan from you.

A small chuckle left his lips. Haruchiyo figured he’d been teasing you enough, plus, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. The both of you let out a moan in unison as he pushed his cock past your wet folds, his length easily slid inside you due to your previous orgasm—the sound was wet and lewd, the way it squelched as he pushed his hard cock into you, your cum from earlier running down the inside of your legs as Haruchiyo filled you up with his dick. Your hands–which were previously flat against the countertop–balled into fists, nails uncomfortably scraping the cool surface. With your leg propped on top of the counter, it drove his cock deeper inside you.

A string of profanities eagerly left his lips. He let out hard pants like he’s just run a marathon—his face right beside yours as his chin rested on your shoulder. “Mhm..! So perfect f’me.. All mine.” He stilled his hips as the entirety of his length was sheathed in you, Haruchiyo knew you didn’t need time to adjust to him, no—you took him like a fucking champ every single time but he was the one who needed time to adjust. The way your walls hugged him tightly made his head spin, it also didn’t help how you had a habit of clenching around him once he was fully inside you.

He gritted his teeth as your walls clamped down on him for a few seconds, eyes glued shut in pleasure. “F-fuuuck..! Baby—haah! I might just cum if you keep doing that—ngh!” The grip he had on your leg tightened as he let out another moan; Haruchiyo let out a breath he’d been holding as he felt you relax around him, whispering sweet praises against the side of your neck before finally moving his hips. His free hand supported his weight by gripping the edge of the counter, effectively trapping you in between.

The pace he had set was relentless and merciless—just how you liked it. Short, high pitched moans left your parted lips as you closed your eyes shut, focusing on the way the tip of his cock deliciously kissed your cervix again and again. Haruchiyo knew your body like the back of his hand, he knew the certain angle that would absolutely drive you crazy, he knew which buttons to press to help you reach your orgasm quicker.

The sound of skin slapping and squelching bounced around the walls of the kitchen as Haruchiyo’s hips made constant contact with your ass—he watched the way your ass moved with every hard thrust he gave you, jolting your body forward and placing a dull pressure on your hips. He could feel your cum from the orgasm earlier drip down to his heavy balls, making a complete mess as his skin slapped against your own.

Your whole body shook from the way he pounded into you, moan after moan leaving your lips after trying to form at least one coherent sentence. “Shit.. Look at that..!” Haruchiyo let out an erotic gasp as a white ring formed at the base of his cock from how wet you were, this riled him up even more; the hand that gripped the counter made its way to your front, and down to your clit to draw figures of eight with his ring finger. You moaned at the heightened pleasure, arms giving up on you and before you knew it, your front was met with the cool surface of the countertop.

Haruchiyo used your bent figure as leverage to drive his cock deeper into you, standing at the ball of his feet and angling his hips higher. You could feel the back of your eyes heat up as tears threatened to spill, “Ah! Ah! Ngh—aah! Haru..!” Your back arched, deliciously pressing against the counter as he slapped your clit. This caused your knee to buckle, your lower half to almost meet the floor if it wasn’t for your other leg on top of the counter, and Haruchiyo’s arm snaked around you.

He grunted right by your ear with every thrust of his hips, his body molded against yours, his own hips bent as he pressed his chest to your clothed back; he knew how much the sounds he made turned you on—the way his erotic sounds flew right to your cunt to make you even wetter. “A-aah! Shit..! That’s it baby—ngh!” He groaned as he felt you squeeze around him.

It was truly a sight to see. The way your sundress barely covered you; the neckline yanked below your breasts and the skirt of it hiked up to your lower back as Haruchiyo mercilessly dicked you down. It didn’t even serve as an article of clothing anymore, no; now, it just looked like a reminder of what caused your boyfriend to be this crazy about you. It was like some kind of medal that you wore as he fucked you senseless, a piece of fabric covering your middle while the rest left you fully exposed.

The contrast between the pink blush of the sundress, and the strawberries that peppered the fabric and the way Haruchiyo was pounding into you was almost laughable. A piece of clothing, so simple, so innocent yet driving him insane like this—as the saying goes, less is more. Your leg that was atop the counter started to become numb, your foot tingling, and thighs burning as it kept that position but you didn’t care. Not when he was fucking you this good.

“M—aah! C-cumming, Haru..! S-shit!” You moaned, your fingers painfully digging into your palm from the immense pleasure that was starting to course throughout your body. Your boyfriend buried his face in your hair, inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo before letting out a heated gasp as you clenched around him. He gave your nape a few kisses here and there, whispering such dirty things against your sweaty skin to help you reach your orgasm. The way his balls messily slapped against your clit, and the way his cock bullied your insides was enough to get you over the edge.

Your lips formed an ‘o’ shape as you let out a shameless moan, face contorted in nothing but pure bliss. You trembled as your second orgasm rocked through your body; tears streaming down your heated cheeks, knuckles white from balling your fists, and back arched from the immense pleasure. Haruchiyo did his best to keep thrusting despite your walls tightening around him to the point where it was almost pushing him out. “Ngh—ah! T-that’s a good girl..!” He sucked at the skin on your upper back, helping you ride out your orgasm to the fullest.

High-pitched whimpers escaped you as he pounded away at your cunt, trying to chase his own sweet bliss. Haruchiyo let out one last grunt before stilling his hips and stuffing his cock deep inside you to blow his load. “Aaah~ Ye–eaah..! Fuckin’ take it all—haah!” You gasped as you felt his hot cum paint your insides white, stuffing you to the brim, some of it dripping out and down your left leg, as well as down his balls. Haruchiyo stayed like that for a while, trapping you between his body and the countertop as he came.

Before your body could relax against the marbled surface, your muscles tightened as your boyfriend started to fuck his cum deeper into you. Since the entirety of his length was already sheathed inside you, he gave you quick, shallow thrusts, allowing his cum to reach you deeper while some of it messily spilled out and dropped onto the tiled floor. “Aaah! Shit..” Your body jerked with oversensitivity as his hips didn’t once falter. “Mhm~ That’s r-right.. Take all of me and make sure it doesn’t spill out, huh?” He panted against your ear, kissing it before slowly pulling out of you, earning a whine from the both of you.

“Mmm. Maybe I should keep wearing sundresses like this..” You breathlessly chuckled, stumbling into his chest as you took your leg off the counter to face him. Haruchiyo wrapped his arms around you—his cheeks were tinted pink, hair stuck to his forehead and neck, and eyes blown with lust, god, he looked handsome while fucked out. “‘M not complaining, baby. It is my birthday after all.. Maybe another one tomorrow. I’ll have my dessert then we’ll eat the cheesecake that you made.” He rested his chin on the crown of your head, squeezing you in a tight hug.

It took you a while to process his sentence. His dessert, meaning you.

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[fyodoro]

𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 !

-> He’s tough, but can he stay that tough when it’s just him and his beloved?

Ft. Shuji Hanma and Rindou Haitani

Cw) cursing, reader is called crazy once in hanma’s part, mentioned murder in rindou’s, ran’s a little shit, throwing my Rindou Neon Genesis Evangelion enjoyer headcanon in here, kinda corny ngl!!!

: ̗̀➛Hanma

Hanma Shuji should be incapable of loving someone. At least, that’s what anyone who’s met him believes.

Unhinged, violent, cruel, and ruthless. Any word that’s similar to crazy fits Hanma like a puzzle piece. Simply imagining him in a healthy relationship seemed otherworldly.

And yet somehow, there was someone crazy enough to see past all his flaws.

It was bewildering to watch it all unfold. The Hanma Shuji treating someone with humanity and pure respect, without any ulterior motives? Impossible. Was this the same Hanma in the delinquent world?

Apparently it was.

Of course, Hanma kept his cold exterior in public. But he still showed affection with little things, like giving you his jacket in the cold. And if it wasn’t too crowded- he’d more than likely hold your hand.

They were little things, but they baffled everyone around him.

Everyone but you.

This was the Hanma you knew, your Shuji.

You weren’t oblivious to who he was outside of you, it’d take a real fool to be unaware of that side of him. But did that side of him really matter when it wasn’t the one he treated you with?

To say you were worried on some nights he came home late would be an understatement. Yet the second you hear a knock on your door, all you fear washes away and is replaced with hope, rushing to the peephole to check who it is.

And there he is- standing there with that sly grin of his. You waste no time in opening the door for your boyfriend, not a millisecond.

“Shu!” You say, a smile creeping onto your face. But seeing him up close makes it impossible to miss the bruises scattered across his face and knuckles- one more noticeable than the other. “Another fight I see?”

“You know me babe. You gonna let me in, or nah?” You move to the side, allowing him to enter. He looks around for a moment, as if he was taking in a place he’s never seen before. “Somethings different.” He concludes.

“Different? You were here this morning, nothing changed since then.” You rolled your eyes playfully, but Hanma was seriously trying to spot a difference.

“Nope, there’s a difference…”

The way he’s continuously turning his head and squinting in certain directions almost makes him look… funny. If someone who’s never heard of Hanma walked through the door right now, the last thing they’d assume he is would be a delinquent.

For some reason, that made you feel warm and fuzzy.

“I got it, it’s a candle, isn’t it?” The way his eyes light up at the realization makes you giggle. “Pumpkin donuts. I got it last Halloween, but never used it.”

“You mean we got it last Halloween.” He corrected.

“Well who paid for it?”

“You may have paid for it, but I picked it out.”

You stared at each other for a moment, only to break out into a fit of laughter. “Okay- okay. Fine… the candle we got last Halloween.” You giggle.

“That’s better!” He chuckled obnoxiously.

That warm fuzzy feeling in your chest got stronger, and it was only then you realized what it was.

Only you get to see this side of Shuji.

No one else gets to see the relaxed, funny, friendly side of him. It’s a side that’s reserved for you and you alone.

You could stay like this forever, you think. Just standing here watching Hanma genuinely smile and laugh was more than enough to keep you happy.

“Say, you gonna let me treat those wounds of yours this time? Or are you gonna say-“ “A few bruises never hurt me baby. I can sleep it off.” He cut you off with the same old excuse.

“You stubborn little…”

“Ah ah ah, I may be a stubborn little asshole, but…”“you’re my stubborn little asshole.” You finished his sentence for him, a grin making its way onto his face.

Despite your boyfriend’s reluctance, you still treated his wounds. The last time he came home like this he refused to let you help- and you weren’t letting him get away this time.

As much as he complained, saying he was a ‘grown man and didn’t need treatment for bruises’, he enjoyed every bit of it.

As long as it was you taking care of him, he really didn’t mind.

: ̗̀➛Rindou

It was no secret the Haitani brothers were utterly ruthless.

Just before they were teenagers, they already killed a man. Although Ran will insist the kill was just his, anyone else will say they both killed that guy.

But hey, at least they have some fucking charisma. Otherwise they’d be the most insufferable pair known to man. Not only that, but the younger Haitani might not have been able to score the best possible lover for him without that charisma.

Someone who balances him out perfectly.

Ran couldn’t believe it. Sure, the brothers were attractive. Everyone knew that. But you’d have to be real crazy to wanna stick around them after seeing just how unhinged they can be.

Yet somehow, the younger Haitani found someone who was perfectly sane.

“How the hell did you bag someone like them?” Ran whisper shouted in the kitchen, keeping it down knowing you weren’t too far away in the living room.

“Just how deranged do you think I am? I’m much more normal than you y’know.” Ran scoffed at Rindou’s comment, refusing to swallow his pride. “You know what I mean! They’re so… nice. And stunning? Are you paying them?” The younger rolled his eyes.

Sure, maybe you were out of his league by a long shot. But was it really that hard to believe his and yours relationship is a real one? He grumbled as he made his way back to the sofa with snacks for you and him.

“Oh, thanks Rin. You really didn’t have to…” you smiled, and Rindou could feel his cheeks heating up at the sight.

“It was no problem… uh- what movie did you wanna watch?” He asked politely. Ran almost spit his drink out, did his ears deceive him?

“What about The End of Evangelion? I never got a chance to watch it when it came out.” You knew Rindou enjoyed the Evangelion anime, and wanted to get into it more so you two could talk about it without him insisting ‘not wanting to spoil it for you.’

“End of Evangelion it is… I think this is my eighth time watching it.” He chuckled.

“Twelfth, actually.” His older brother corrected him, seemingly appearing out of no where. Rindou groaned in annoyance. Didn’t he tell Ran to leave you two be for tonight?

“Oh, hi Ran!” You greeted. “Hi (Name)! See, Rin? It’s not so hard to greet me, you’re lover right there can do it just fine.” He taunted, watching the way Rindou’s eyes twitched in annoyance with amusement.

“What’d ya want from me?” He groaned.

“Your s/o right there.”

“Excuse me?” He almost yelled, but held back in fear of scaring you off.

“Not like that, man.” Ran laughed. Rindou probably would have ignored it… if it weren’t for the fact you were laughing with him.

It pissed him off. Here he was, trying to have a nice movie night with his s/o. Only to have his brother come in and intrude. “Are you done yet?”

“You tell me. Are you done playing prince charming yet?” You laughed even harder. The two brothers were going back and forth in front of you, and you couldn’t take either of them seriously.

“Whatever, I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone now.” The elder waved you two off as he returned to his room, leaving you and Rindou in an… odd… silence.

“About what he said-“

“I don’t think you’re faking anything right now, Rin.” You beat him to it, he thought.

“I don’t want you to feel like I’m faking anything.” He started, taking a breath. “Everything I say and do I mean, you’re the only person I’ll ever soften up around.” He finished, shyly looking at you from the corner of his eye.

“I wouldn’t be lying if I said I didn’t like the special treatment.” You giggled.

“Yeah, you better.” He said teasingly, before looking back at the TV screen.

“So about the movie…”

“You wanna watch it for a twelfth time?” You asked, shocked that he’s not sick of it yet.

“My twelfth time, your first.” He chuckled, hitting the play button.

Instead, it was your first time half watching it, as you and Rindou ended up falling asleep halfway through. But who could blame you? Your bound to feel so relaxed in sleepy when basking in someone you love’s arms.

Ran made sure to take a picture before you two woke up, just to tease Rindou about it fir god knows how long.

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Kinktober Day 17: Lap dance (Haitani Brothers x Reader)

You're a jealous person. Extremely jealous. And that was a serious problem, mainly because you were dating Ran Haitani. It was problematic, because he was always surrounded by girls at his parties. And you could never get used to it.

One day, for Rindou's birthday party, they decided that they were going to get a lap dance at the Roppongi nightclub they usually frequented. And you didn't like that at all. You were absolutely tired of it.

"Hey, it's for my brother, not me." He excused himself disinterestedly, while yawning from sleep.

"You'll still be there," you rebutted, crossing your arms.

"Of course, it's my brother's birthday." He replied, as if it were obvious. "Plus, you'll get to come to the after-party." He shrugged.

"And let you go there?" Forget it." You snapped, looking surprised at how he seemed calm about the situation.

Ran's second yawn sent an annoying feeling building up in your chest. Your foot repeatedly tapped the floor, like an act of nervousness. Losing control with a situation that, to him, wasn't that big of a deal.

"Why does it bother you so much?" He tilted his head to the side, with a genuine look of confusion. "I'll go anyway because it's my brother's birthday," he decided with a serious face.

You shook your head repeatedly, showing your displeasure at his decision. He smiled at your gestures and posture. He found your anger adorable over something as simple as a lap dance. So he decided to play with you a little.

"Well…" He hesitated feignedly, positioning himself behind you, resting his hands on your shoulders and bringing his mouth close to your ear. "You can do it instead of her."

Your eyes widened in surprise at hearing that invitation. It was obviously a joke. But This time your jealousy won over common sense.

“Fine,” you agreed, decisively.

Silence, absolute silence.

You could only imagine his expression behind you. It seemed like he was still trying to choose what kind of reaction he would have to this situation. He thought about it. If you were willing to challenge him, then he had to test you. Besides, during the dance it would only be the three of you.

“Fine,” he agreed, having fun with your surprised face. “If you manage to get a nice reaction out of Rindou, you will have won this round.”

You nodded.

You were nervous. It was definitely hard to get a smile out of Rindou, it always was. Maybe he might be enjoying himself too much, but it was just hard to get him to express it on his face. Plus, you were his brother’s girlfriend.

You thought Ran had already won this round.

Yet you showed up in that VIP room, wearing a simple yet charming outfit. Ran’s eyes landed on you the instant you appeared. He was teasing, he definitely thought you wouldn’t be able to. However, you swayed your hips to the music, getting closer to Rindou and ignoring your boyfriend. The dance was for his brother anyway.

Rindou simply showed surprise on his face, but immediately kept his composure when Ran stared at him, making him understand that he should play along. So he did.

You were afraid that would be the only reaction you would get from him all night.

You went down to the rhythm of the dance, while your hands ran over your skin and your eyes were fixed on him. Only in him. In your boyfriend's brother. Rindou remained expressionless, as if he were daring you to surprise him. He had had dances from more experienced women and what you were giving him was nice, but not enough to express it openly.

Ran had a half smile on his face as he watched the dynamic between the two of you. Enjoying your eagerness to win and the challenge his brother imposed on you. He had to admit that Rindou was strong, because if he were in his place, he would have already given in to you, to your body, to your movements and the desire you reflected. But, the youngest of the Haitani was not so weak.

You sat on Rindou's lap with your back turned, leaning back, making him quickly rest his own back on the luxurious chair. His hands went to your hips, squeezing them. Your back arched, imitating an exaggerated and intense pleasure. His breath caught in his throat. At least he had given in a little. You stood up, feeling his fingers moving away from your curves. You felt empty to break away from his touch. Though you recovered when you saw the desire growing in his eyes. Seeing that, as if he was controlling you with his desire, you took off all your underwear.

Ran gulped.

Rindou raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

You stayed very close to him, submitting to his silent demand. You moved your hips in circles slowly in front of him. Your stomach ached from the tension as he saw his smile at the sight of your naked body, among the lights and music… His body all dressed up, while you were just waiting for his approval.

His hands moved closer to your body. He wanted to feel your skin. However, you pulled away playfully smiling.

You had won.

Rindou’s smile expressed his agreement.

“Nothing for me?” He asked mischievously.

“No” Rindou denied, quickly. “It’s my birthday.”

[boredsupergirl]

They as your lovers

Summary: Scenarios where you cheat on your boyfriend with them

Warnings: sex without a condom, infidelity, oral (receiving), gun kink, power play

Ran He entered your house once your boyfriend had left for work. The moment he crossed the threshold of the door, he lunged towards you and kissed you deeply. He was in the mood, he had just left one of Tenjiku's meetings and you quickly took off his uniform, revealing his muscled torso. You couldn't wait to go to the room, so he simply threw you on the couch. “I hope he doesn't get here before then, honey” He said, before inserting two fingers into your entrance, making you moan quickly. You couldn't answer him, he only listened to your moans and delighted in them. He did so by maintaining a brutal rhythm so much that you couldn't even process your thoughts well and what was happening. You hadn't even realized when he entered you without warning without a condom, you tried to say something, but he immediately covered your mouth. You rolled your eyes because you couldn't take the rhythm he was doing it with too well. “It would be nice for him to see you like this right now, wouldn't it, darling?

Rindou Both of you were in a nightclub, you were relaxed because you weren't expecting your boyfriend there at that moment. So you were next to Rindou feeling his hand on your thigh, caressing lightly. You looked around and decided to sit on his lap, he could have made you retract with just that look he gave you, but this time you didn't, you just kept giving little kisses on his neck, leaving hickeys that were too noticeable. He didn't resist anymore. The marked neck was never a problem for him, less when people knew what places he went to. He took you tightly by the waist and laid you down on the expensive silk sofa of the club. You could see how everyone pretended not to understand and did not look you directly in the eyes. It was Rindou Haitani, no one was going to dare to say anything to him, no one would dare to tell your boyfriend that you were with him. Anyway, everyone would know who would win. “You seem to be feeling naughty today, don’t you?” He asked, unzipping your dress. “Always,” you replied, pulling him closer to you.

Sanzu You were up against his car, sitting on your knees in front of him. If you had a boyfriend, that poor boy already knew it. Well, he wasn’t discreet at all when he had you. Sanzu pulled the gun out of his pants and pointed it straight at your head. You unzipped his pants, putting his member inside your mouth, it was so messy that you could see saliva dripping from your lip. You felt him press the barrel to your forehead and knew you had little time to make him cum before he got completely bored of you. Once you felt his messy breathing, you were able to relax knowing he would release all of his seed into your mouth. When he released his full load, you noticed how you needed your own release as well. However, they weren’t there for that. “God, you’re such a good bitch,” he praised you through his sighs. You just stood there waiting for his next command. “Get up already,” he ordered you sharply. "Don't you see that your boyfriend could see you" Your heart tightened. He was mocking you. Everyone already knew the truth. “Oh come on,” he continued to mock you. “You couldn’t leave me if you wanted to. He was right.

[2dyumi]

hi baby cakes PLEAAAASEE GIVE ME SANZU FOOD ANYTHING ANYTHINGGG!! ANYTHINGGGG

hello lovely! you want sanzu food, i shall feed you some of my fav hcs! (i went a little crazy with this,, i love him a little too much...)

١٥٧٤♡ sfw:

haru is def shy at first. whether its about being friends or having a crush, he's not the best at starting a conversation :c

once the two of you get closer, he tries to act tough and cool when you hang around his friends, but when the two of you are alone he's not 100% affectionate but he does demand your attention.

hold his hand!! sometimes he needs a little reassurance, or if he gets overwhelmed, as long as you're nearby he'll calm down <3

if/when the two of you start dating, he tries too hard to give you gifts. sometimes you'll wake up to a package being delivered and it'll either be a cute plush he found, or his favorite cheesecake (he'll be coming over to eat it with you later, so make sure to save some!)

he loves to be the big spoon! resting his chin on the top of your head, holding you so close that you think you're going to suffocate, using his thumbs to rub soft circles on your back or stomach depending on how you're laying.

sometimes, though, he wants to be the little spoon. as much as he'll deny it, he loves to be taken care of sometimes.

now, for nsfw mdni below the cut

he loves your tits a sickening amount, always staring at them. you've caught him a few times but he plays it off by saying he just zoned out, and you're nice enough to believe him.

but what about...

ʚɞ best friend!haru who plans movie hangouts/sleepovers just to see you in your pajamas, staring at your thighs in shorts just a little too tight.

ʚɞ best friend!haru who hogs the blanket to cover his erection when your nipples perk through the thin fabric of your tank-top. it's not his fault he has to keep the ac low, he hates sweating ;p

ʚɞ best friend!haru loves taking pictures of you to post on your social medias, but sometimes he'll take a few when you're not paying attention. if you catch him, he swears he'll delete them!! just after he's done drooling and jerking off to them...

ʚɞ best friend!haru buying you a new swimsuit that matches his, purposefully getting a size too small because he loves the way your tits spill out of the top. bonus if you had a small nip slip and he didn't say anything until you were getting out of the water.

ʚɞ best friend!haru confessing one night after a few too many drinks, taking you back to his place to rip off your dress and finally press his face between your breasts, kissing and sucking small hickeys onto them.

₊˚ෆ bf!haru eating you out before he fucks you into tomorrow, drawing hearts on your clit and sucking it to hear your pretty moans and squeals.

₊˚ෆ bf!haru hugging you from behind after a long day at work, pressing himself against your ass while he plants soft kisses on your shoulders and neck.

₊˚ෆ bf!haru begging to fuck your tits, squishing them against his aching cock. he cums a little too fast...

₊˚ෆ bf!haru whose aftercare consists of wiping you down, bringing you some water and leftover cheesecake, feeding it to you while you sit on his lap in a pair of his boxers and t-shirt ♡

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[snzunii]

goodnight n go ( ran h. ) — part two.

it's really bad that you get along so well.

tags. romance, angst, betrayal, hurt/comfort, established relationship, explicit sexual content, bonten!ran, detective!reader, canon-typical violence, crimes and criminals, drugs, smoking, drinking, illegal activities, EIGHTEEN PLUS ONLY.

“Baby. Wake up.” you stirred in your sleep, trying to pull the blanket over your head just so you couldn't hear your boyfriend, whispering in your ear to get the fuck up. “YN.”

“Leave me alone, Ran.” you mumbled, getting anything that you could reach just to cover your face but he’s one step ahead of you, there's nothing left for you to cover your head with. “Fuck.”

You heard him laugh, you felt the bed sink as he sat beside you. “Breakfast’s ready. Come on.”

But you didn't want to stand up. You just want to stay in bed and rot with him. Is that so bad? You haven't had the chance to see and be with each other this long, is it so bad to have one day for the two of you? 

It isn't, right?

“Can we just stay in? We don't have to go to work today, right?”

You weren't that serious—okay, maybe you are. But you didn't think that Ran would lay down beside you and go along with what shenanigans you wanted to do today, “Okay.”

“What, okay?”

“Let’s stay in today.” 

“Really? Aren't you like, needed for work because, I don't know, your boss is a pain in the ass?” you asked him with a wide smile, you looked at him and you saw his pretty eyes looking at you—you suddenly felt conscious, you just woke up, you haven't even brushed your teeth yet.

But he’s still looking at you like you’re the most beautiful woman in the world. 

“Yeah. But that’s a problem for tomorrow.” he smirked, leaning in to kiss you but you pulled away and that made him frown, “What?”

You covered your mouth with your hand, “Bad breath.” you said with a muffled voice.

“The fuck I care, kiss me.” he says and pulls your hand away, you giggled and let him press his lips gently into yours—he bites your lip, and you close your eyes, draping your arm over his neck, pulling him close to you.

You both pulled away, gasping for air. “Yeah, you should brush your teeth.”

“Ran!”

“Kidding.”

You rolled your eyes at him and he just laughed at you, “You’re such a brat.”

“But you love me.” you said, closing your eyes again.

“Hmm. You’re going to sleep again?” you feel his arm slipping under your head, making it your pillow, “Don't you wanna eat first?”

“Too sleepy.” you murmured, “Wake me up in five minutes, ‘kay?”

You didn't hear him answer but  it’s not long until you hear him say your name again.

“YN.”

You open your eyes, and there you are in front of him—with a gun in his hand. How the fuck did you get here?

“Ran.”

Ran held your wrist, pulling you away from the watching eyes. He knows they're not going to do anything—and they know that Ran’s not going to let you go that easily.

Even though you’re his girlfriend, Ran is in too deep in this shit—yeah, they think he’s stupid for having a detective girlfriend—but they know he wouldn't turn that easily, maybe.

You compromised their location, you found them. You could’ve called for back up the moment you saw the guy that you arrested back then, but all that you were thinking of was Ran. You could just easily point your gun to any of them but you didn't do any of that.

They know you wouldn't do that to Ran. They don't know you that much, but the look in your eyes was enough for them to know that you wouldn't just give him up—even if it’s the right thing to do.

You didn't pull away or protest—you didn't push him away, there were no arguments as he pulled you into the other room, with no other people, just the two of you. “YN—”

Instead of you speaking, your palms met his face over and over. “Fuck you. Fuck you, fuck you—”

“Stop.” he says, holding both your wrists. “Stop, YN.”

“Why the fuck would you do this to me? How could you?” your voice was small and shaky, your tears falling continuously, “Why the fuck would you keep something like this from me? You know how hard I worked, you know all of it, then you…?”

You look at him, and you see that he’s Ran… but he’s different. He’s like a stranger, a stranger with a familiar face. A stranger that you touch, you hold, you confide in—that you know—a stranger you love.

Ran couldn't find the words that he wanted to say. He hid this from you because he was selfish—he wanted to keep you, he wanted to be close to you.

If he could live this double life forever just to keep you, then he probably would. 

He was different when he was with you, but that doesn't change the fact that he’s a horrible person who’s done a lot of horrible things, right? That’s how you see him now. “I wanted to protect you—”

“Protect me?” you laughed bitterly, “You really think that you keeping all of this from is protecting me? No, you're lying to me! Deceiving me, you were there every night! Listening to me struggle and you’re one of them?! Why, Ran? Why—”

“Because!” he slammed his hand on the table, “Because I fucking love you! I know it’s bullshit, I’m a fucking horrible person! How the fuck am I capable of love? But I do! I do love you and it’s so frustrating hiding all of this from you!”

You ignored what he said. Because if you did choose to acknowledge all that, you would’ve easily run into his arms—turn your back on your morals and just go with him wherever.

You’re too stupid and heartbroken to think straight that all you wanted to do was to touch him. You wanted him to hold you in his arms and tell you all the things he’s said before, that he’s there… that you’ve got nothing to worry about as long as you’re with him.

You can feel your chest closing in on you, it’s like you’re being suffocated to death that you needed to get out. “I need to leave.”

“You can't do that.” he said, holding your wrist when you were about to walk out the door. You tried to swat his hand away but he kept his hold on you, well, you really can't leave this place—it’s not that easy.

And maybe, he was afraid that if he let you leave—if he let you walk out that door, you’d be gone forever. 

From him… from his life. 

“Let me go!” you yelled, trying to wriggle out of his touch, but he pulled you into the couch, “The fuck—”

“I can't let you do that!” he shouted back, “Do you think you could just walk out of here? Do you think they wouldn't fucking kill you the moment you step out of this building?”

“Okay.” you said quietly, almost a whisper but enough for him to hear you, “Can you just please… let go of my hand.”

Ran sat in front of you, on his knees. “YN. Listen to me.”

“What?” your voice cracks, your tears still falling at the side of your eyes, you try to look at him, but every time you do, you feel like sobbing—so you look away. 

“I love you.” he whispered, “I love you.” 

That was all he could say because that is the truth. The only thing in his life that he didn't lie about to you.

You finally look at him, he smiles at you like he didn't do anything wrong—like with just one smile from him, everything will be okay.

And it’s not. Nothing’s ever going to make this okay.

“I love you, YN.” he cups your cheek and you don't pull away, his thumb brushing away the tears streaming down your face. His touch was familiar, it was comforting—just how it was before. “Please, don't leave. Just stay, hm? Stay.”

You have never seen him so… desperate, that he might just die if you didn't give in. But he had to try, if losing his dignity was the only way for you to stay then he would.

But it was a big thing. It’s a big selfish thing to overlook all the things that he had done, and you don't know if you could live with yourself with all of this.

But, it’s Ran. How could you do this to him? How could you leave him?

It’s Ran, for fuck’s sake. It’s Ran, you love him. You’d do everything for him. You’d jump off a cliff for him. 

It’s him, you were going to build a family with him. He was there for you, the only one there when you were basically empty. When you had nothing, he was the only one there. So… how?

How could you even think about this?

It’s Ran. 

There’s no question about that. 

Fuck, YN. Think.

Think.

“YN—” you cut him off by pressing your lips into him, you drape your arm over his neck to pull him close. 

You tug on his tie and deepens the kiss because fuck it. You both pull away to breathe, he presses his forehead against yours, you close your eyes and just try to feel him.

Just try to forget all the things that were happening. 

His lips find yours again, but this time he was kissing you so hungrily, his teeth tugging on your bottom lip as if he was craving you for a very long time, your fingers unbuttoning his suit—you feel the cushion on your back as he towers over you.

His kisses travel down your neck, his hands unbuttoning—no, more like ripping your blouse, favorite blouse, open and pulling your pants down—ridding you of your clothes, you bite back a moan when his hands squeeze the swell of your clothed tits. 

“Let me hear you.” he groaned, you can feel the vibrations on your skin, it’s as if you feel the nerve impulses all throughout your body. “Fuck, please.”

“Please, baby.” here you are legs sprawled open, under him but he’s the one pleading you, was he always this desperate for you?

His hands sets your panties aside, his fingers finding your swollen clit, drawing circles, trying to get just one fucking noise from you.

Finally, you gasp, your fingers gripping his hair as he pushes his fingers in and out of your cunt. Fuck, yes he was always this desperate.

Always so desperate to make you moan his name, always desperate to see your finger-fucked out face—he’s the only one who could make you like this, what makes you think that he would ever let go of you?

Why would he ever let go of you when you're so beautiful and helpless under him? Getting fucked ruthlessly, your legs hanging on his shoulder as he pump his cock in and out of your pussy?

“R-Ran, fuck! Please, slow down—ah!”  you were a fucking mess, sobbing—mumbling all the right words that should come out of your mouth when he’s hitting all the right, sensitive spot inside you. 

But it seems so hard to hear all your pleas when his hips slams into you like this, both your skin slapping, your wet pussy squelching when his dick slams inside you—it was too good, too good for him to stop, too fucking good to listen to you plead him to slow down, not when he can feel your cunt sucking him in.

You weren't sure anymore where you are, all you could see was your boyfriend’s face, fucking the life out of you.

Every grunt he was making passes through your ears and travels throughout your body. It was too much, you were exhausted—too exhausted to be in the right mind. Too tired to think if this is even right, if you should be even getting fucked right now.

You were already mumbling incoherent words when he switch your positions out, you were all on fours holding on the cushion while he fucks you raw from the back, he leans forward, squeezes your tits and pushes you against his chest.

“...too much, baby, slow down.” you whimpered, if only you could see the look on his face, “Ran, baby, please.”

“Tell me you’re mine.” he grunts, his voice hoarse—his breath was warm against your skin, “You're not going to leave, are you? ‘S too good, right?”

“‘m not, baby.” you gasp, your stomach churning as you feel his thrusts slow down, so agonizingly slow that you feel like he’s fucking with you, “‘m not going to leave. I love you.”

“Fuck!” he slammed his cock deeper, holding both your hips as he fucks you harder and harder, “Fuck, fuck—say that again. Say you fucking love me.”

“I love you,” you breathlessly say, “I fucking love you.”

…

You were just there sitting in silence—you, only wearing his coat, hands intertwined as you lean your head on his shoulder.

No one was speaking, you were bathing in the solace of just being there—together. It’s as if nothing happened, it’s as if you’re not going to make a big decision that’s going to affect your lives together.

Ran was the first one to speak, “Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?” you answer mindlessly.

“You said,” he paused, “You’re not going to leave, did you mean it?”

You don't answer him because you don't know. You have no idea if you mean it or not, all you know is you just wanted to stay here for a moment and not think about anything.

He squeezes your hand, his thumb caressing your skin, he holds on to you tight as if he’s going to lose you and holding on to you was the only way for you not to slip away. 

“He’s my brother. The one with the long hair, similar color to mine.”

“I figured.” you whispered, “He looks a lot like you.”

“Yeah?” you hummed. “I guess.”

“Are we going to stay here forever?” you asked, “I’m hungry. I was going to cook dinner but…”

“You, cooking?” you heard him chuckle, “You sure about that?”

You immediately looked at him with a glare, “Excuse me?”

Your gaze softened when you saw that annoying smile on his face, just like that, it’s like everything was normal. It’s like you were on the bubble again, just the two of you—him teasing you, you being a brat but succumbs to him, and smiles back at him anyway.

But then you remember all the things that he lied about, all the things that you found out and all the things that you are about to find out. 

“I love you.” he says. “I love you so much that I don't know what I’m going to do if I lose you… am I? Losing you?”

“I don't know,” your voice was small, almost silent just like the room that surrounds you, “Would you let me go? Would you let yourself lose me?”

The silence settled once again. He looks into your eyes, and if you looked closely you could almost see the vulnerability inside. 

He’s Ran Haitani, he’s feared by some people. Even you figured that out. But when it comes to you, he’s not afraid to look stupid—he’s not afraid to beg you not to leave him.

You leaned your forehead against his, closing your eyes as you felt the ache in your chest. If it’s only that simple, if only you could say yes that easily.

You took a shaky breath as you felt your tears once again, “How do we do this, Ran? How do I love you like this?”

Ran doesn't know either. How could you love him when he’s this? But he’s too selfish to let you go, he’s too caught up in this mess that he holds on to you because you’re the only thing in his life that makes sense.

“Do you want to leave?”

“Leave?”

“We’ll leave. We’ll run away, me and you.” 

Hearing him say those words just added to the pain you were feeling. He’s ready to risk it all for you. But this is wrong. “Why are you making it so hard for me to love you?” 

Leaving isn't the solution, because one way or another, they're going to find you and that would probably end with the two of you dying. But if that’s what it takes to keep you, then he would gladly leave.

You can see the pain in his eyes, in those eyes that hold so much adoration for you. He pulls you in, your head leaning on his chest. You close your eyes as you listen to his heart beat, it was once again comforting, but it shouldn't be. It shouldn't.

 “Then just let me love you enough for the both of us, hm?”