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tobifuyu · 10 months

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New hair, who dis?

Ran Haitani x f!reader

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

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

wc: 9,7k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ran, what the fuck?”

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

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

“I cut my hair.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pull yourself together, for fuck’s sake.

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

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

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

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

My sleepy boy, you think.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey pretty, you’ve made it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We need to talk.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ran giggles. The motherfucker thinks he’s funny.

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

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

“Go at it, babygirl.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uhm, I… I don’t really remember.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I need you, Ran.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You think your heart must’ve stopped completely now.

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

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

“Want you to be mine, baby.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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haitani-maki · 21 days

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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐑𝐚𝐧

•𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝙽’𝚃 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃

•Contains NSFW links ⚠

•It is just headcanon

•You're free to disagree, just stay respectful

•English is not my first language

☾ ⋆⁺₊bf!ran who's more tender with you

☾ ⋆⁺₊bf!ran who wraps you in his arms to sleep

☾ ⋆⁺₊bf!ran is a yellow flag, you rarely argue, and when you do, it's because he's annoying you in some way

☾ ⋆⁺₊bf!ran likes to give you pet names

☾ ⋆⁺₊bf!ran who's a fan of pda

☾ ⋆⁺₊bf!ran who doesn't care about boobs or butts, he just wants to use the soft flesh as a pillow, he will feel like he's in heaven

☾ ⋆⁺₊bf!ran's love language is physical touch and give you gifts

☾ ⋆⁺₊bf!ran will take you to good restaurants. Sometimes he will ask to speak to the chef to compliment the food, you won't know how to react

☾ ⋆⁺₊bf!ran who likes to see you on the dance floor of your club, he says it's not the same without you there

☾ ⋆⁺₊bf!ran bonten may not be able to spend much time with you, but he will leave bodyguards to take you wherever you want and carry your shopping bags

☾ ⋆⁺₊bf!ran who has a temper and could be stubborn, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't do anything for you

☾ ⋆⁺₊bf!ran is good at keeping control, but that changes when someone does or says something to you. At Bonten, he would either get rid of the person himself or order Sanzu to torture them

☾ ⋆⁺₊bf!ran he would be grumpy with everyone, but he would melt at the sight of your smile, the only exception to his bad mood, you made him soft

☾ ⋆⁺₊bf!ran will propose to you and start calling you his wife, he loves it

☾ ⋆⁺₊bf!ran who dreams of starting a family with you, he wants two children, he thinks siblings are important

₊ ⊹bf!ran's going to fuck you romantically

₊ ⊹bf!ran's going to fuck you like his slut

₊ ⊹bf!ran is going to let you use his face as a seat

₊ ⊹bf!ran will give you kisses on the forehead and give you compliments while he fucks your throat

₊ ⊹bf!ran who knows every inch of your body. Every inch that makes you moan his name

₊ ⊹bf!ran who's going to give you multiple orgasms

₊ ⊹bf!ran might even give you a facial

₊ ⊹bf!ran who's going to fulfill your fantasies

₊ ⊹bf!ran's sometimes it will whisper in your ear how much it loves you as your cock slides inside you

₊ ⊹bf!ran who will play with you at inappropriate times

₊ ⊹bf!ran who can't get enough of the beautiful noises you make to him

₊ ⊹bf!ran who smiles when he sees you squirming underneath him, too fucked to reply

₊ ⊹bf!ran who's going to mark you (good luck hiding that)

₊ ⊹bf!ran who will punish you if you're a brat, denying your orgasms for hours or making you cum every 10 minutes without a break

₊ ⊹bf!ran will show you his kind side if you behave

₊ ⊹bf!ran who's going to turn your legs into jellies

₊ ⊹bf!ran who loves you and your hole, he loves to see your cock disappear into your hole, you will be his death

₊ ⊹bf!ran who will absolutely fill you up over and over again

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A curiosity I used: At the end of the Puzz Reve Christmas event, there's a line from Ran and Rindou

Ran:おっ、モンブランアンジェ。。。ここのシェフやるな

Oh. Angelina Mont Blanc, huh? The chef knows his stuff.

Rindou: おい、そこのお前、シェフ呼んで来いよ兄貴が礼を言いたいってさ~

Oi, you over there. Call the chef over. My brother wants to show his thanks.

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xfgpng · 1 year

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them reacting to you texting —: “come put it deep in my stomach”

— : [NSFW] : name calling, rough sex,spanking,squirting, fingering, creampie, pussy slapping, overstimulation+ very unrealistic cervix fucking

|| eren, jean, sanzu, ran, suna&iwaizumi

EREN — •

he was one hand wrapped around your throat while the other hand is firmly gripping your hip. it’s bordering on painful but you can’t even think straight let alone speak.

“what, suddenly you can’t speak baby?”

he chuckles darkly, fucking you harder into the mattress. you’re moaning just the way he likes it and it’s only been 2 rounds, he was determined to teach you a lesson about trying to rile him up.

you were always doing something to get under his skin so he’d gladly give you exactly what you were asking for. he slapped your ass hard before pushing your face into your pillows. you feel the head of his dick brushing against your cervix with each hard thrust.

“be a good fucking slut and take this dick”

JEAN — •

he’s not surprised when he sees your name pop up on his screen. he’s already preparing to come see you right after work but when he reads what you’ve said, he bites back a groan.

he’s not too happy with having to drive 20 minutes to your place with his dick straining in his work slacks. he doesn’t even bother taking it off, unbuckling his belt so he’s able to grab his dick out.

“on your knees baby, please”

he’s just so horny and he needs to be inside you. there’s not much else going on in his head after that text. he’s determined to fuck you until you’re crying. he’s got all night.

SANZU — •

“i can’t hear you slut, what was that?

“too much” you cry out, legs shaking from your previous orgasm

“yeah” he scoffs, “you were all talk but you can’t even take my fucking fingers”

“how can you handle my dick hm?”

he doesn’t like when you tease him. it’s hard to get anything done and mikey gets on his ass when he’s not focused so when he has to finish another hour before he can see you, he’s pissed and he plans to take it out on your body the entire night.

he slaps your pussy when you try to close your legs.

“open wide baby, take this dick like you asked for it”

RAN — •

he forces you to bounce on his cock. he has a tight grip on your hips and his other hand is between your legs, circling your clit.

it’s almost too much and he’s so deep that you feel him in your throat but ran doesn’t care. he loves to see you struggle to take all of him.

but you’re a big girl and you can handle it.

“too much baby?”

when you nod he simply chuckles, biting his lip to stifle a groan.

“that’s okay because my girl can take it”

SUNA — •

“rin!” you scream, squirting all over his abs but he doesn’t mind. in fact, it just makes him harder, dick moving impossibly faster inside you. it feels so good and he just can’t stop even if he tries to.

he knows you can handle it. you would’ve told him if it was too much but you were the one who asked for this and he was more than happy to oblige, ever the doting boyfriend.

“shit baby, stop squeezing so fucking hard”

he won’t stop until you’re making a mess all over him again. he loves to see you fall apart for him.

IWAIZUMI — •

he’s not stopping until you pass out. he’s got a lot of pent up energy even after a long day. he’s a physical trainer for a reason so he’ll work you out as long as he wants to.

he’s also willing to fuck you both into overstimulation, filling you so much that it starts to leak out even with him still deep inside you.

he loves the feeling of his cum dripping out of you and it’s really your own fault. you can’t just text him dirty things without expecting consequences.

he’s definitely deep in your stomach and you’ll feel him for days.

“such a good girl” he moans, never one to shy away from letting you know just how good your pussy feels.

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niko-ash · 6 months

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Desperado

Bonten Stripper Series

Desperado- Rihanna

Ran Haitani x Fem!Stripper!Reader

2.4k words

Warnings: MDNI, NSFW Content and themes, Stripper, Cheating (from reader), pnv, fingering, oral (m receiving), car sex, semipublic sex, dirty talk, Unprotected sex (please be safe), overstimulation, daddy kink, pet names (princess, babygirl, pretty girl), strong language, size kink, breeding kink, creampie, praise kink.

SMUT under the cut, minors please leave. I’d like to apologize in advance for this being my first smut. Enjoy.

It was safe to say that stripping wasn’t your first choice to get you through paying college tuition, but it did pay and provide. Your parents had made it very clear that they would not be helping you financially after you graduated and that left you in a desperate situation after becoming a legal adult. After sharing your situation with your best friend, she was more than happy to assist in getting you both auditions at a strip club that her aunt was a house mom at. And so, started your long journey of being kicked out of your parents’ home after they discovered the source of your income. As you became more experienced as a dancer the opportunities of working at high-end clubs were endless. That’s how you and your best friend ended up working at Mari, a nightclub that brought in CEO’s, politicians and just in general, the filthy rich. You were aware of the situation were now in of course, Mari was owned and run by Kokonoi Hajime; a Bonten executive. Working for a club owned by a crime syndicate meant you could now only work at their clubs if you wanted a place of employment as a stripper. Not that you would want to quit until you had graduated of course, the money was just too good.

You and your best friend could afford a place together, groceries, tuition, clothes and anything else your hearts desired. This was a career your boyfriend was unsure about when you first started dating but became more comfortable with your choice as you grew together. He was sweet and understanding with the fact that you would not cross the with your clients. He mainly kept in mind that his major would allow him to take care of you one day and you wouldn’t have to do this. It was a constant topic of conversation between the two of you. Stripping had started as a way to make ends meet but quickly became something you actually enjoyed doing. In all honesty you weren’t sure you wanted to quit after graduating. When you told him this it started another argument. He wanted a wife with a career, at one point in time you had also wanted that, but things change, and you were now feeling suffocated in your relationship. Currently you sat in the dressing room adjusting your makeup letting his missed calls go ignored. You needed to look like a fantasy, smudged lipstick and running mascara would get you sent home without anything. The same conversations and arguments had led you to become emotionally drained to the point you just didn’t care anymore about the relationship or fixing it. The only issue is that you didn’t want to be alone.

Your house mom poked her head through the dressing room door to let you know it was your time to take the mainstage. The stringy black two piece left nearly nothing to the imagination as you stood up in your platform heels. An ungodly amount of glitter fell off your body with every step you took. Black guarders hugged your thighs as your stage name was called. Every night you and the rest of the girls took shifts on the main stage of the club; while one performed others would be on side stages, private rooms, the VIP lounge or on the main floor. Kokonoi was insistent that the only priority you had was to make him money and you were damn good at it. The only rule was no fucking the clients in the club, Koko had made it clear he didn’t care what or who you did outside the club just not in it. Not that the rule mattered to you, you were of course in a relationship.

Your body hit every beat of the music playing. A group of men sat in front of the stage, Kokonoi being one of them. You had seen the men with Koko many times but had never been given the opportunity to make extra money from them. Your friend and many of the other girls did but never you. One man in a suit with short purple hair had always caught your attention, you had seen him leave the club with some of the girls. You had heard things about him, the girls said he was one of the infamous Haitani brothers. Ran Haitani to be more specific and he was now your new target. You were Koko’s top earner, why didn’t he want you? By chance you caught his gaze towards the end of your time. You kept the overwhelming eye contact as you slid gracefully down the pole. He leaned over to whisper something to Koko who peered over his shoulder to you before calling the house mom over. The three of them looked in your direction once again before exchanging a few words and nods.

His eyes never left you as you spun around on the pole, money raining down as you danced. Hips swaying to the final song until your time was called. As you exited the stage you were called to the side by your house mom.

“Haitani Ran bought a dance from you, go to room two.” She shooed you away towards the room. Peeking your head out from backstage you saw the purple haired man was gone, only leaving Koko and the other men that had accompanied him. Room two was on the other side of the of the club which meant you would have to walk across the main floor and do your best at not slipping or losing your footing in the heels that adorn your feet. The smell of alcohol and cologne filled the club, cash touched every crevice of the floor. The club constantly looked as if an ATM exploded inside. Neon lights lit the dark path towards the room where he was waiting.

He sat in the middle of the room on a white couch, legs man spread as scrolled on his phone. Purple lowlights enhanced his features, you had to admit that he was one of the most handsome men you had ever seen. He only looked up from phone when you entered the room, slipping it in his pocket and giving you his full attention. Lavender eyes looked you up and down with a gaze that shot through your nerves. The room and playlist had been setup for you, a setup that you had become accustomed to.

“Come here pretty girl.” The velvet of his voice was intoxicating, for the first time since starting your career you were nervous. With your legs on the sides on his lap, you straddled his waist with a light grind on his crotch. His hands found their rightful place on your ass the way so many others had before. You weren’t sure how intimate he would allow you to get. You lightly pressed your hands to his chest feeling the material of his button up shirt under your skin. Allowing more of weight to press down on his clothed crotch you slowly grinded against him. A small gasp left you lips when his fingers started kneading the skin of your ass. “Tell me how a pretty girl like yourself ended up in a place like this?” His words were hot against your ear, sending chills down your spine. Ran had clearly caught your reaction and used it as a chance to pull your body flush against his with a smirk.

“Would you believe me if I said I enjoy the line of work Mr. Haitani?” That’s exactly how you ended up in the backseat of his car after your shift was over. A bag full money and few extra stacks just to get on your knees with his length in your mouth and his fingers in-between your slick folds. It wasn’t your plan to be bent over in the back seat of his car gagging on all eight inches, it just happened, but you weren’t complaining. Tears welled in your eyes as his free pushed your head against him. His pre-cum was sweet making the desire to give him head even better. Such pretty moans came out of such a violent man. Whimpers vibrated from your mouth around his cock as his fingers hit the spongy soft spot inside you and thumb rubbing circles on your clit. You were so close, tightening around his fingers. Heat pooling in your core until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck baby girl, you’re so tight around me. Can’t wait to feel you on my cock.” Your eyes rolled back at the words, your orgasm crashing on you. It was so much better than you imagined. Your mouth was pulled off him as he pulled hingers out of your dripping cunt. You watched as he sucked his fingers clean, you felt so empty; you needed more. Your hands stroked his cock giving you a better view of what you had just choked on. His pre-cum covering your fingers tempting you to taste it again. He was much bigger than your current boyfriend. The thought of Ran fucking you in the backseat was mouthwatering. He pulled you onto his lap, hard cock pressing against your folds as you straddled him. Hands on his bare tattooed chest that was exposed from his unbuttoned shirt to keep your balance as he ravaged your neck with open mouth kisses. His teeth nipped and bit at your soft skin, sucking on the supple flesh, finding your sweet spot before latching on.

“Fuck Ran that feels amazing,” That comment earned a sharp smack on your ass causing you to yelp. The pain was something new that your boyfriend hadn’t been up to trying before but with Ran it got you wetter.

“Not my name princess.” One hand kneads the skin of your ass that he just slapped while the other was wrapped around your waist holding you to him as if he was afraid, you’d change your mind and leave. You knew what he wanted you to call him, and you were more than happy to oblige. Daddy fell out of mouth which rewarded you by moving his mouth further down to your chest as he lifted your hips and aligned himself at your entrance. A gasped escaped at the sudden feeling of the tip pushing past your wet folds, slowly entering your heat. The stretch when he finally bottomed out was a new kind of full one that you hadn’t felt with your boyfriend. The same boyfriend that kept calling your phone that sat on the seat next you both. Ran didn’t have look to figure out that you were most likely being unfaithful, or at least according to Koko you had always declined advances for anything more than a private strip show. A smirk etched itself on his face as his tongue swirled around your nipple while you rocked your hips on his. His pants had pulled down just enough for you to ride him comfortably, though it wasn’t an issue since he had already undressed you. He felt so unbelievably good inside you, so good you didn’t care if there was no condom even though you always used them.

“He fuck you like this princess? Fuck you as good as I can?” The question with the sloshing sounds of your pussy made you blush as you continued to ride him. He stopped your movements and grabbed your jaw. You were forced to keep eye contact with him. “Asked you a question.” His thumb that helped you still found its ways to your clit once again, the pressure from his motions brought you closer.

“No daddy,” You whined out, the feeling of your clit being stimulated made your eyes roll when combined with the rough thrust of cock kissing your cervix. He moved your hips back to their previous motion. The hand on your jaw moved to your throat, fingers squeezing the sides. Your pussy clenched him tighter than before. His moans and grunts were music to your ears. You went to shut your eyes and enjoy the feeling of your second orgasm coming closer, but he forced you to keep them open.

“Eyes on me baby girl,” When you obeyed the order, he moved his lips to your jaw line. The words hot and heavy in your ear. “Good girl.” You were clenching just like before when the first orgasm he gave was on the verge of busting. The words cum for me pretty girl, sent you over the edge. Pretty lavender eyes stayed glued on yours as you came around him screaming the words daddy. Your pretty little expressions and sopping wet cunt were almost too much for him take. You cried out, falling into the crevice of his neck as he fucked you through the second orgasm. His thumb never let up on your clit. He was determined to pull another one out of you. His hips slammed into overstimulated cunt. “Gonna give me another one? Please pretty girl, need another one from you so badly.” And you did, not long after your second you gave him a third.

His thrusts became sloppy and less paced than before. You knew he was getting close, and you would never forgive yourself if he pulled out.

“Let me make this pussy mine princess?” You nodded. “Not good enough, need to hear you say it.”

“Fuck daddy please cum in me, please fuck!” His hand was in your hair pulling your head back and his soft swollen lips were on your neck sucking on your sweet spots. You felt his length twitch inside you, hot sticky cum filling you to the brim. The sound of heavy breathing and hot pants filled the car. He was undeniably the best sex you had ever had. Steam covered the windows. After a moment he pulled out of you, leaving your pussy gaping. He had successfully wrecked you. You slid the side planting yourself on the seat next to him as you got dressed in your street clothes. Eventually you remembered to check your phone only to find 36 missed calls from your boyfriend, God knows how many texts and the time to be 4:08am. “Shit, I have to go.” You breathed out.

“You could dump him and let me take you home.” You hadn’t been expecting to hear those words from Ran’s mouth. “I could keep you up the rest of the night.” Nimble fingers button his shirt back up halfway then moved to adjust himself comfortably in his pants. “He’s clearly not fucking you right.”

A light chuckle left your lips as you decided. It didn’t take long to agree and soon you were dumping your boyfriend. The passenger seat of his car was by far the nicest one you had ever been in. One hand on the steering wheel, one hand on your thigh, he pulled out of the parking lot of the strip club. When he took a left you quickly let him know you lived in the opposite direction.

“I know, I’m taking you to my place.”

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Mikey's girl PART TWO II :

Warning : suggestive talk, dirty jokes, Bonten being gossips again...

Summary : I didn't thought of making a part two of this, but you all liked it so much and asked to meet the other executives, so here we are !

PART ONE LINK HERE.

You should read the part one before starting this !

-" You know... " Sanzu, sitting on the chair in front of Mikey's started, earning his boss's attention. " You maybe should invite her to the gala event, boss. "

The latter lifted his head from his paperwork in front of him, looking at his henchman dead in the eyes and tilting his head to the side.

-" Your girl, I mean. " He added, in front of his boss' confusion.

Mikey frowned, which made Sanzu gulp down.

-" That's none of your business. "

Haruchiyo sank deeper in his seat, playing with his pill's bottle under the table discreetly.

-" Yeah, right. I'm sorry, Mikey... "

Nodding, Mikey looked back at his work, but something kept him from focusing on the words he was reading. Because of that damn Sanzu, he couldn't help but wonder what would be your reaction if he, actually, invited you at the gala Bonten were organizing in few days.

-" Why... Though ? " He started, for the first time his tone was laced with a spark of doubt which surprised Haruchiyo.

-" Um, well... Most men like to bring compagnie to these kinda events, and... You know, chicks usually like when their guys take them out to classy places".

Deep inside, he couldn't deny what his henchman had just said since he had no knowledge of being in a relationship besides some one night stands here and there.

Chicks usually like when their guys take them out... would you give him that smile of yours that made his chest go through strange heat states ?

Most importantly, would you actually appear next to him, as... As an official something ? Would you like being associated with one of the most dangerous Japan criminals ? You, the closest thing to an angel ?

-" That's still none of your business, though. "

Anxiety began creeping in inside you the minute you stepped into that ballroom. From the excessively rich decoration to the women's eyes that already started scanning you, everything screamed at you to run, this was not your element.

And could you blame your guts for that feeling ? You were used to white hospital walls, not to giant velvet curtains and crown moldings on high walls, used to the cries and screams of patients, not to the snarky whispers while those rich women were looking at you, and your body was more comfortable in scrubs and white coats, not the overly expensive mermaid dress Mikey has bought for you.

If there was something you despised, it was being the center of the attention. You gladly took the champagne glass the waiter passing by had offered you, ignoring the eyes lingering on your dress and body, especially that you were not seeing your boyfriend anywhere around you and started feeling lonely.

Not so far away from there, Takeomi and Kokonoi were discussing some business matters, both dressed in their most stunning suits, champagne glasses on hand. To be fair, Takeomi has been long ago stolen from whatever his friend was saying, eyes stuck on the young woman who just entered the room. It didn't took too much time for Hajime to notice that his co-worker was not listening to him anymore.

-" that's interesting... " The Akashi absentmindedly nodded his head.

-" You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you ?" Kokonoi asked with an exhausted face.

-" Not a clue." He answered in a smirk.

His face grew outraged, not only he was not even looking at him, he was, in addition admitting it openly.

-" Go to hell. "

-" Oh I'm counting on it, but I have a good reason for not listening".

Koko rolled his eyes, took another gulp of his drink and asked.

-" What is it ?"

The smirk adorning Takeomi's lips at that moment, as he put his hand on his co-worker's shoulder and turned his body toward where you were standing already told him it was about a woman.

-" This young blood. "

Hajime's gaze followed Takeomi's one,until it stopped on the one who had seemed to catch it. And his interest rose from none to two hundred percent in less than a second.

The first thing he had thought seeing you was how has he even been too blind to not notice you in the first place ? High fashion so stunning it could have blinded him. The mermaid shape of the dress embraced each curve of your body perfectly, it was in a Champagne-like color, which highlighted your skin tone too well for your own good, and then his eyes trailed down your legs, under the see-through fabric of the dress, he could use that sight of your bare thighs as he pleased.

-" A whole snack, indeed. " He admitted, cutting off his friend with what he added next. " But she's way outta your league. "

-" Huh-?" His hand on his friend's shoulder tightened and he made Koko face him again, which took out a frustrated groan from the latter since he was not done admiring you. " You mean she's too good for me ?"

-" I mean with a dress like that, her boyfriend must be either Christian Dior, or me. " Koko scoffed under a dark glare from Takeomi. " And honestly if I had someone like her on my bed, I wouldn't even be here t'night. "

Indignation filled the older man senses, painting a weary expression on his face.

-" I had girls like this between my legs when you weren't even born, jerk. "

-" and years later what you have between your legs now is a soft cucumber". Kokonoi replied, then snorted at his own comment making Takeomi roll his eyes.

-" You're being such a smartass, sit here and watch how real men make pussy rain. "

This time, Hajime couldn't hold his laughter, earning few glances from the people around. An idea clicked in his head at the same time.

-" I'll let you give it a try " he made a step toward him, locking eyes with his. " Then I'm heading toward her and bet tonight you'll receive a charming picture of her young pussy creaming on top of my bills. "

His answer has been a devilish smirk adorning Takeomi's lips, then he offered his hand to Kokonoi which he shook.

-" Deal. "

Oh no... You began biting your lower lip when you caught one of them approaching you. They have been standing only few meters away from you and shamelessly undressing you with their eyes, and now, the one who seemed the older was coming toward you with a smile on his face.

-" Isn't it a crime for such a beautiful lady not to enjoy herself at our event ?"

Our ? You wondered as he made a final step toward you, taking your hand in his and directing it toward his mouth in a gracious kiss. You smiled politely and shook his hand, he was not that bad, actually handsome, but a little too old for you.

-" Who told you I was not enjoying myself ? And, I assume you're one of the organizers".

Her voice's as soft as her skin, he mentally noted, reluctantly releasing your hand.

-" sweetheart drinking on your own is sad. " He watched as your smile grew wider, enjoying how your eyes lit up. " Takeomi Akashi, consider me your champagne mate for the night."

His confidence took a small laugh out of you, he was surprised by how warm his chest has felt within seconds because of you.

-" you have me very flattered, but unfortunately I am tak-"

-" Heard her, Omi ? " Another man's voice startled you from behind, within a second the voice's face appeared as a younger man, the second one that has been eye fucking you all along. " She's not interested".

Kokonoi stood between you and Takeomi, leaning over and taking your hand in his, placing a small kiss on your skin. If it wouldn't have looked creepy, he would gladly have left his lips lingering there longer, inhaling your perfume.

-" Kokonoi Hajime, dear. "

-" I am delighted" you flashed another smile toward him, thanks God was he a master in hiding his reactions since his heart missed a beat, couldn't take his eyes off of your face.

Not to sound cliché, but he found you looked different, almost out of place. Your face had that wide smile, those still bright eyes, an innocent expression in a nutshell, still not at all stained by all the dirty blood on that ballroom's walls.

And that,along with your enticing looks, was what had caught all Bonten's men attention. They had that chase arsenal, the need for destruction, and you looked like the perfect prey, untouched, like you would be beautiful even after the damage.

You on the other hand were flattered by their attention, really. Still couldn't help but be outraged by how stupid they thought you were, staring at you, discussing for nearly ten minutes and shaking hands just before they came to talk.

-" And it is my duty to say I really like the way you wear this dress. "

-" I like it too. " You answered Kokonoi in yet another smile. " Unfortunately for you, it's staying on. "

Both men scoffed at your answer, one mocking his friend, the other even more pleased. Kokonoi has never been a man of easy chores, he appreciated a little hard work and that made you even more interesting.

-" What a shame I won't be witnessing that wonderful view... "

-" Keep flirting with what's mine and you'll witness me declaring World War three. "

You three stiffened at the new voice, you were in no need to turn around to understand the hand that pulled you tighter by the waist was Mikey's. He stood there next to you, holding you close and sending daggers at both his men, poor them, you had thought still you couldn't help but smile seeing them with their tails between their legs.

-" Boss... " Kokonoi started, his face turned stern at the same time your eyes slightly widened.

Boss... Your smile was even harder to hold, you were far from being a tease but if was funny seeing them struggling in front of their boss' dark glare.

-" So this is... She is... " Takeomi began connecting the dots, then his eyes had caught the sight of his younger brother from the other side of the room, smirking along with both the Haitani brothers, that was when everything became clearer.

-" Now I understand why you told Mikey to invite her" Rindou contained his smile while talking to the pink haired man. The three of them were mocking Kokonoi and Takeomi's pale faces, Sanzu with a wide smile and Ran with a breathed laugh.

-" The face they're making is priceless. " Sanzu answered, yet his smile faltered since one of their partners cut Mikey off in his threatening glares, approaching him along with Kakucho.

-" duty calls... " Ran deadpanned and started walking toward them first, quickly followed by his brother and a sighing Sanzu.

Your fun was short lived since before anyone could add anything, the man with heterochromatic eyes that came in your house that night brought what looked like a business man with him who wanted to talk to your boyfriend, and soon after the greetings, the unknown one started introducing his project in front of Mikey's unbiased look.

There you were, standing in the middle of eight men discussing business, gazes drifting toward you from time to time as if you were nothing more but a doll on a shelf and that started really playing on your nerves, especially that the man was offering an investment that no one better than you could tell would cause a great loss.

Both the Haitani brothers had their eyes on you, even more obviously than Sanzu who still had too much respect to eye you that way in front of Mikey. Not a single inch of your skin was still unburned by their glances, from your bare shoulders under the shoulder-off dress to your breasts. The one you had stitched had a sly smile on his face that you wanted to wipe away, and the one you remembered as Rindou, the grumpy one just stared with a weary expression. He was too good at hiding that with every breath you were taking his heart was racing faster.

-" I'll study the case, none of us know enough about these to say if the income would be satisfying for us. As you know, we are quite demanding with our partners. " Kokonoi had replied to who you understood now was the president of a new pharmaceutical company.

No one of you can, but me... your mind was screaming for you to talk. Yet you were quite intimidated, honestly who wouldn't be ? Most of the men there were eyeing you as a piece of meat, and all the women were gathered far from any business talk, judging each other dresses and outfits. You secretly bit your tongue.

Shut up, shut up, shut up... Plus, what kind of honest pharmaceutical developer would use a criminal organization to promote their product?

-" I assure you that you will not regret investing in our antibiotics, I am fully confident that within the next twenty years we will dominate the pharmaceutical market." The CEO explained with another pathetic smile, that was the last straw for you, no doubt if you didn't talked at that time, you would have exploded.

-" This doesn't make much sense... "

Now have a room full of wolves, throw a piece of meat in the middle and close the door, that would be your feeling currently. Though you spoke in a low voice, all gazes turned toward you, you refused to meet any of them especially your boyfriend's one which you felt burning through your skin.

-" Aww she talks ! " His sugar coated tone almost made you throw up, which didn't help was how Mikey's hand tightened around your waist. " Why don't you go put on some lipstick, sweetheart? This strong sex's talk gives bad headaches. "

With each word of him, your blood boiled a temperature higher, and with each glance at his contemptuous face your nails dug deeper in your palm. All men stiffened around, hearing how he addressed you. To be fair, partners used to talk to their girls even worse, but what they all wondered was would Mikey consider you as their usual girls ?

Sanzu knew he wouldn't, he knew his king too well to not notice how his eyes darkened even more than usual...

-" Aww he barks ! " You scoffed in the same tone, making the man frown. " Thank you for caring about my lip's color, and since this conversation is for the strong sex, the strong sex's gonna use her pretty lips to tell these men around that investing in your project would be the worst decision they could ever take. "

The conversations around the ballroom seemed to get muffled, everyone could sense the tension climbing across the air. Kokonoi frowned, quite interested by your statement.

-" This is not about a stupid feminist argument sweetheart-"

-" Watch your fucking mouth when you talk to her. "

The man shivered to the spine under Mikey's voice, nodded fervently and cleared his throat. All the executives could not help but follow what was happening mouth agape, since when did Mikey stand up for his bitches ?

-" I apologize, Sir. What I meant is, this conversation's quite complicated for her-"

-" why ?" You cut him off, struggling to free yourself from Mikey's grip to make a step toward him. " Is it because I was born with a pussy between my legs ?"

-" Show us a proof... " Ran whispered under his breath, Sanzu almost laughing out loud because of his lewd statement. At the same time, Ran's face turned pale catching his boss' dark glare on him.

-" Say that again ?"

The silence around was suffocating, you didn't even cared about what Ran might have said since you were too busy throwing death glares at the pharmacist.

-" Um prove ! I said she has nothing to prove. not to him. He should respect her honestly, that is not how you treat a lady-" The elder Haitani made it up, luckily for him Manjiro was way too busy keeping you grounded to care more about him.

-" Within 20 years, antibiotics will be obsolete and completely unnecessary, with bacterial resistance increasing and the anti-antibiotic movement growing. " You managed to free yourself from your boyfriend's grip to stand still, with all your height in front of the taller man. " You just don't like it when pussy comes with a head, that's it. "

-" I wouldn't mind you giving me both-"

-" Repeat that ?" Mikey snapped back after Rindou whispered under his breath. Rindou straightened, cleared his throat and adopted his usual weary face.

-" I said she's a goat, boss. Women are smart, they giv- have wonderful heads. "

At this point, Manjiro was just too busy burning you with his gaze to even care about Sanzu, Ran and Rindou struggling to contain their laughers as dumb schoolgirls. His rage was roaring inside him, not only because of the several eyes stuck on his pretty girl,but also because his pretty girl had to draw everyone attention to her.

In less than a second, your waist was squeezed again, you found yourself face pressed against his strong chest, only able to look at the white fabric of his suit's shirt when you heard him.

-" I gotta talk to my women. Koko ?"

That one's eyes which were stuck on the curve of your hips from behind quickly got back at Mikey's face, straightening his shoulders, he nodded toward his boss.

-" Take care of this f'me, be back in a few. "

With that, he guided you, without a word outside, in a terrace that emptied as soon as you two got inside.

Kokonoi guided the man further from his co-workers, talking about whatever, and they took the opportunity to start spilling whatever they have been thinking.

-" Wow- " Sanzu began, popped a pill and stared at his older brother who was the next to speak.

-" that was... Fuckin' hot. "

Either nodding, or scoffing, none of them could deny that for once, having a woman taking part of the talk, putting a man back in his place and especially such a gorgeous woman had all their pants tightening.

-" She's the pussy that has been taking the Sano-conda for months, no doubt she's strong " Sanzu replied, earning all the glances to himself. Kokonoi who just came back to them rose an eyebrow.

-" Don't tell me you just gave Mikey's dick a name? Don't tell me his name is literally a mix of Sano and Anaconda?"

-" Okay I won't tell you" that one shrugged, still it didn't wiped the disgusted expression on Hajime's face.

-" So, you guys now believe us ?" Rindou inquired, Kokonoi and Takeomi's gaze met for a second, remembering their bet. They were not ashamed, far from it, they were just pissed by the fact that no one would obviously ever win that bet.

-" Someone tells me where I could buy these dark impulses ? 'cause I got the darkest black card out here and never had such a glamour-puss ".

-" That's exactly how I called her !" Both the Haitani brothers exclaimed as twins, then turned to look at each other with a sly smile.

- " how are things going, champagne mate ?" Sanzu took a chance to approach his brother and mock him while that one groaned.

-" She would've accepted if she was not head over heels for Mikey, I'm sure. "

-" Spare us, she's so young you could be her dad. "

-" you're thinking I wouldn't like her callin' me daddy ?" Takeomi snapped right back, making the Haitani's laugh.

-" shit bro, that ass in that dress was screaming for a spank. Bet Mikey's spanking his naughty girl right now " Ran made almost all of the men laugh.

-" What the hell am I hearing ?" Mochi who just came back from where he was smoking in the terrace asked, joining the group.

-" Where were you ?"

-" Smoking. And bro, how the hell did Mikey managed to get himself such a hot stuff ?"

He almost startled when the Haitani's and Sanzu looked at each other and went in for another laugher. What caught him more aback was that both Koko and Takeomi were smirking.

-" What the hell's happening here ?" He turned toward Kakucho, the only serious one there and asked. The latter sighed.

-" Nothing, just them being... Them. And me wondering why the hell my mother didn't swallow instead. "

Mochi only nodded slowly, confused as if to laugh or cry because of his friend's state, before Sanzu cut him off.

-" You can play coy all you want, just don't dare saying you wouldn't want whatever the fuck Mikey's having on the terrace now ".

Throwing a death glare at Sanzu and feeling his cheeks heating because of all his co-workers laughers and glances at him, he put his hands in his pockets and looked away, ignoring the statement.

He would not deny that. He could not anyway. His boss got himself the prettiest and cleanest girl they had ever seen since they started their careers, sweet, smart, and fierce, him just like any other executive could not say they were not even the slightest bit envious.

-" Yeah that's what I thought" the latter scoffed. " What are they doing anyway ? It's cold outside. "

-" Yeah... " Kokonoi started, and even himself wasn't believing what he was about to say, yet the influence of staying so long around these men have had the best of him. " It's cold outside, she's gonna tell him to cum inside. "

Nearly everyone's attention was on their group at that point, the laugher most of them had let out echoing through the room until even both you and Manjiro heard it from the terrace. Kakucho and Takeomi were the only ones who didn't laughed, still a smile was there curling both their lips, reluctantly.

-" That was the lamest joke I've heard in my life. " Takeomi told Kokonoi, who only rolled his eyes.

-" This is a nightmare... " Kakucho stated, before Ran answered.

-" No, this is Bonten ".

-" Every Saturday night on your TV. Stay tuned. "

•••

If only the laughers echoing from inside have been useful, yet even those were not enough to cool off the atmosphere between the two of you.

Mikey had his back facing you, both his hands on the railing. His knuckles were turning white from how strong he was gripping that one, keeping himself grounded.

His demons started roaring again, screaming for destruction and burning with wrath. And deep inside, he was terrified.

Scared that he might just let go of the wheel, scared they might hurt you, the ones inside his head, and that was the last thing he wanted.

He has been so hell bent on keeping you away from his gang life at first, he really should have kept that mindset, let Ran die in his backseat that night because now, he knew there wouldn't be any back off possible. You were just too... Eye catching, your honesty, your innocence, everything about you was a forbidden fruit for all the devils inside that ballroom, not a wonder you got all their eyes stuck on you the entire night.

And that was one of the things upsetting him so much, how even his presence didn't scared them off of your face, of your body and your fire. That feeling of jealousy was a whole new cloud in his already dark sky, he had never felt such a thing before, never actually cared about anyone to even feel it. And now, he was finding himself wanting to kill people just because their eyes landed on you.

-" It's getting late-"

Enough, in a split second you found yourself pinned against the wall, with Mikey's hand around your throat and his knee pressed between your legs.

You gulped down, dived deep in those dark eyes you loved so much. Never have you ever seen his face in such a state, it was emptier than usual, darker, even. You could not help but feel scared, feeling your hands trembling on each side of your body yet you maintained his eye contact.

-" Find it fucking funny to have all those eyes on you ? Running this mouth 'f yours around my men ?"

His voice was lower than usual, more dangerous, his lips inches away from yours gave you the impression of eating you alive, but nothing could have been compared to the way his eyes were burning each inch of your skin, from your face to your chest.

-" You should be the one asking yourself questions. " You replied with all the courage left in your body. " Like : Do I actually own a gang or a kindergarten ? "

He would not hurt you, right ? You wondered right after the words left your mouth. Your Manjiro, the man that turned into a boy in your arms, he would never get mad at you until hurting you, right ?

You heavily doubted it as you watched his hand tightening around your throat, still his knee between your legs, the friction he was giving you had something comforting, as if he wanted you to understand you were not in danger of death.

-" You really want me to force you to watch as I kill them all, hm ?"

Closing your eyes briefly for a second, you repeated a mantra inside your head.

He would not, he would never... he just was feeling insecure, you knew him better than anyone. Being between a bunch of men which everyone wanted you in a different way had all his insecurities and demons screaming, be smarter.

-" When I fuckin' ask, you answer. "

His hand squeezed a little more on your throat, making you gasp louder. At the same time, Manjiro thrusted his knee against your crotch, making your clit throb from pleasure, a smirk adorned his merciless face while you squeezed your thighs against each other.

-" No. But I won't stay there and shut up when someone disrespects me. " In a bold, or maybe suicidal move, your hands flew to his collar and brought him closer to you. Lucky you, your gesture was rather soft, otherwise he would never have took it that lightly.

And to be honest, whenever you would flash that fierce part of yourself, he would already be thinking about thousand and one ways of having you, taking you, keeping you next to him forever.

-" You brought me here tonight. You wanted me to be your girl in front of anyone. You don't disrespect the boss' girl. "

His girl, could the world stop for a minute and just let him feel the hurricane moving his chest at that meer word?

Mikey stared blankly at your eye color, sinking deep in your ocean. There were so much things he could read there that he couldn't quite say anything, couldn't comprehend anything except his heart beating louder, his lips screaming to take your pretty ones. Each of your words was his daily reminder to why he has chosen to keep you longer in the first place, each more second that you sustained his glare was a slap in the face, telling him if whatever soulmates existed, you would be his.

-" if you waited long enough, you would've known I was only waiting for him to make one more mistake to gift you his head on a platter. "

Dead serious, the look in his eyes dared you to even think he wouldn't be able to do it. That night you knew, he knew, and all of them inside knew he would kill for you.

Your hands left his shirt to cup his cheeks, even though his dark desires were still yearning for destruction and pain, your gentleness soothed his worries and thoughts, he leaned in your touch the slightest bit.

-" I know that, but I don't want this. And deep inside, you don't want this either. "

Frowning, his hand around your throat loosened and his knee left your thighs, Mikey straightened, sensing where you were going and stared at you.

-" What do you mean ?"

-" I mean that you need someone who can stand for herself, even when you're not here. When you're by my side, I'm the strongest. But when you're not here, I take your sword and carry your crown gladly. "

Has his heart ever beaten that fast in years ? Through fights or workouts ? Through experiencing death ? Never, he promised. And nothing has never been that right, he had lost too many people to think he could protect you forever, what he needed was to rest, to feel like whenever he would not be able to stand for you, you would be able to do it yourself.

-" you don't need someone you can protect, Manjiro. You need someone who'll make you drop the sword for a while and rest, I can be that someone. I can be your someone. "

Think of it as if his whole life suddenly made more sense, as if hearing his needs out loud was the thing that made them relevant,accurate.

He felt exposed, naked, but not only. He felt as if you broke his walls, looked passed his insecurities that were hiding inside and built brand new walls around his heart. With windows, this time, to let the light seep in. He was at a loss of words and couldn't even face you, look you in the eyes.

Just what did he do to deserve such a blessing ? You were so perfect that it started to hurt, that it became torture to keep wondering when you would finally understand he was not worth it, you...

Your heart missed several beats when he turned his back to you, began making few steps toward the door that led inside the ballroom.

Was it the end ? Have you gone too far ? Months of trying to make his guards fall down have them ended up themselves falling, failing ?

Anxiety had you digging your nails in your palms, heart racing rapidly especially when he stopped few steps away from the door and turned to look at you from the corner of his eyes.

And God was he pretty, with his empty dark eye devouring you that way, wind slightly blowing his hair.

-" What you waiting for ?"

His stern voice snapped you out of your thoughts, you tilted your head to the side questioningly, eyeing the hand he reached toward you to take.

-" better hurry up and come with me, before I make them all hear how dumb I fuck my queen. "

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Wow, I bet you all know the kind of unfunny and lame jokes I make everyday, poor my friends...

I stressed posting this honestly cause you all liked the first part so much and I didn't wanted to ruined it, I was kinda pressured, hope you like it though !

About Sanzu's girl, it's soon to come ! And soon I'll be back to your requests, have a good night 🖤

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Hihi

Could you do a fic where reader is like a driver 4 bonten and something comes up so she has to like pick (u cld do all or chose one it doesn't matter) them up then some smut, noncon and fem reader.

Thx in advance if you'll write this, I've been searching for a writer that does noncon🥲

Hope you enjoy this! Also hope you don’t mind about a little mxm between the men in it! Also dark ending!!

Also I’m thinking of making an au where the guys are poly with each other and the reader is added to it or walks in on it or something idk yet but lmk in the comments or requests what you think about that.

ꨄBonten’s Propertyꨄ

Part Two

Oneshot - Yandere Bonten Au

❦You pick up your boss and fellow executives from the club❦

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Not fully proofread

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Bonten’s Property

“Why do I have to pick them up from the club?” You whine, giving Kokonoi a disturbed look as you stare at his sitting figure, focusing on the laptop in front of him.

“You were specifically requested tonight.” He continues to type as you roll your eyes.

“Yeah, but not by our boss. All the guys are gonna do is terrorize me while I’m trying to drive.” You cross your arms as you rest on one leg, hip poking out as you shake your head.

“Boss is with them currently so I assume he relayed the message.” You groan. “You better get going so you don’t anger him.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know Koko.” You finally walk away, snatching the keys as you make your way out of the shared penthouse, heading to the car and unlocking the door before hopping in.

You’re not usually one to pick up the men from the club considering how wild they get, usually only Kakucho or Takeomi could handle the ride, though when you do, you’re usually efficient. Even when Sanzu messes with the wheel or Kazutora tickles your neck to distract you. Even when Ran blows smoke in your face or when Rin pours alcohol on you. Mikey’s not with them usually, so you have no idea how that’s going to be, hopefully he stays a little professional considering you’ve never seen him drunk or high.

Worse comes to worse you can use the partition to divide the front seats from the back which is what you’ve done before. Still, who wants to drive a bunch of drunk or high idiots around? Hopefully they’re not too rowdy, they’ve never been bad enough to prevent you from driving all of you home at a good time. You sigh as you pull up in front of the large club, nodding at the security guard to signal your arrival for Bonten. He nods back before walking into the doors.

You scroll on your phone, waiting for what felt like an hour before you heard the car’s doors opening. Laughter and slurred speech could be heard as the men entered the car, your body tensing into professionalism when you see your boss through the rearview mirror enter, tightening your grip on the wheel. Sanzu sits in the passenger seat with a pink face, eyeing you before smirking. You ignore him as you double check that everyone is situated before driving off.

You ignore their conversations, Kazutora, Sanzu, and the Haitani brothers conversing about the women, drugs, and alcohol all the while Mikey eyes the window a dazed look on his expression as well as a warm face. One of your eyebrows raise as you find humor in your boss's look, unknown to whether he was high or drunk though definitely not sober. You continue the drive peacefully in your own zone as you eye the dark road.

“Y/n, why didn’t you come to party?” Kazutora questions with a smile.

“I don’t ‘party’ like you guys.”

“I think we should’ve hired you as a stripper rather than an executive.” Ran says, his eyes slightly narrowing as he smirks in your direction.

“Yeah, I would’ve paid to see you on stage any day.” Rin adds as he eyes your expression from the side.

Of course, you made a mistake in thinking that they might not fuck with you during this ride considering their boss is here. You ignore their remarks as you continue to drive. Your grip clenches around the wheel once more when you feel a poke against your side.

“Heyy! You’re being spoken to.” Sanzu says as he glares at you.

“Yeah don’t ignore us!” Kazutora whines playfully, poking you until you flinch, using one of your hands to swatt him away. You grit your teeth as you feel a cold liquid running down your thigh, glancing over to see Rin pouring his bottle once more as he chuckles and Ran smiles wider, finding humor in torturing you.

“Goddamnit!” You hiss as you snatch the open bottle and throw it out of the window.

“Awe you’re no fun.” Rin frowns, leaning back into his seat with crossed arms. Ran passes the recently lit blunt you hadn’t even noticed to Sanzu who breathed in a huge wad of smoke just to blow it in your face, slightly blocking your vision as you wave it away.

You continue to ignore them considering what they want is a response, so you drive down the road. You don’t notice the way your boss eyes the situation with amusement as well as staring at you through the mirror, warmth from the drug Sanzu gave him invading all of his senses as his face turns darker, heavy eyes shifting around the car.

“Want some, boss?” Kazutora questions Mikey, handing him the blunt as he takes it from him, breathing in a huge hit before blowing it out slowly. They all praise their boss as he relaxes in his seat. You slightly chuckle before focusing your attention back on the road. You just couldn’t help but find humor in your boss’s laid back behavior for once.

“Here.” He leans over to hand it to you, though you only glance at the flower.

“Oh boss, you can keep it, I don’t smoke.” Honestly, you’re lying because you like smoking. You just don’t want to be high around them or behind the wheel.

“Take it.”

“I can’t smoke behind the wheel.” You say sheepishly.

“Pull over.” Your eyes widen. What the hell?

“B-boss, that’s not necessary.”

“Are you defying the King?” Sanzu growls, narrowing his eyes.

“What? N-no, I just…”

“Then why aren’t you listening?” Kazutora questions.

“Boss clearly gave you an order.” Rin says as his brother eyes you.

All of this over a fucking blunt? What's gotten into them?

“Boss, I’m not disrespecting you, I just thought you wanted to get home! I can smoke in the penthouse if anything.”

“Pull over, now.” You didn’t hesitate to find an empty spot to pull over in, parking the car once you reached it with a shaky hand.

This is so weird.

You take the blunt from Mikey’s hand and put it to your lips, inhaling a little before blowing out.

“More.” You look at your boss from the rearview mirror with confusion.

“I still have to drive, I don’t think I should smoke…”

The barrel of a gun to your head causes you to quiet down, eyeing Sanzu who’s holding the weapon.

“What was that?” Ran teases. “Could you repeat what you just said?”

You glare at them before setting it back to your lips, inhaling deeply before you blow out a huge cloud of smoke, tears forming in your eyes as the burning sensation overtakes your throat.

I don’t understand why they’re making such a big deal out of this.

“Since you can’t drive you should sit in the back seat.” Kazutora says with a fake concerned expression.

“I was ordered to be the driver so I’ll be okay. None of you can drive, anyway.”

“No, it’s alright. Come here.” Following your boss’s order, you reluctantly open the door, hopping out of the driver's seat before opening the back door, blunt still in hand.

You couldn’t help but feel embarrassment as you climb in, feeling the intense gazes as you settle into your seat squished in between Mikey and Kazutora who don’t bother to move over, the Haitani brothers having already shifted to the empty seats across from you as well as Sanzu who sits beside the siblings, gun hidden. You squirm awkwardly into your seat as you inhale the leaf once more. Holding the smoke in as a hand on your chin forces you to turn to your right.

“Blow into my mouth.” You try to move your head from Kazutora’s hand, the burning sensation catching up to you, forcing you to blow in his direction, his mouth slightly open as he sucks in the air, his lips barely grazing yours.

This is definitely too intimate. What drugs did they take because marijuana doesn’t do this.

The air feels suffocating as warmth builds, gazes becoming heated as your eyebrows furrow. Suddenly, the hand on your chin moves to the back of your head as your lips are forced to meet with Kazutora’s. Your eyes widen as your hands immediately push against his chest, his hold stronger as he keeps you in place, golden eyes staring into your orbs. Biting his lip only caused a moan from him as he leaned into you, the metallic taste mixing in with mary jane and alcohol.

When he finally releases you, because you were still shoving away from him, you accidentally land on your boss’s chest. Immediate fear causes you to sit up, though you were stopped by arms wrapping around your waist, your head resting against his shoulder, positioned in between the leg that's propped on the seat and the other one on the ground as he leans against the door. Kazutora grabs the blunt from you as he takes a hit from it.

“B-boss?” You question as his hands slowly roam up your blouse, your face heated as the warmth of his hands rests on your breasts that are covered by your bra. “W-wait! Mi- boss! Stop!”

“Are you telling me what to do?” His breath causes tingles down your neck as his lips meet your ear.

“Two times in a row, not a good look for you, Y/n.” Ran says, ignoring his erection under his pants.

“Wait, I just need some air or something! I need to be okay to drive!” Your chest rises and falls as Mikey squeezes your breasts, your hands grabbing his wrists to pull them off though his strength is firm, even when intoxicated.

“You’re not being a very good executive, Y/n. So disobedient.” Rin taunts before he grabs one of your ankles, removing your shoe as well as Kazutora doing the same with your other after handing Ran the wood. You attempt to pull your legs back, forgetting how you are the weakest amongst these men. Sanzu moves to the floor board next to the upper half of your body as Ran moves to the lower, unbuckling your pants as you struggle against Mikey’s hold, blunt in his lips.

“Y-yeah I’m telling all of you to stop! This isn’t profession-!” You’re cut off by Sanzu’s lips, his hand cupping your face as Mikey’s tongue slithers against your ear. Saliva falls down your chin as your hand reaches to push against Sanzu’s chest while the Haitani brothers and Kazutora pull down your pants, revealing your panties. Your eyes become wider as you start kicking your legs, whimpering against Sanzu’s mouth as you try to break free only for Kazutora and Rin to hold your legs apart as Ran uses a finger to trail down your slit through the fabric before he hands the leaf to his brother.

One of Sanzu’s hands pulls your blouse over your chest before he moves back to pull it off, Mikey helping in the process as he holds your arms still.

“Guys! You’re too intoxicated! St-stop, now!”

Rin’s lips trail down your leg, rubbing your thigh in the process while the blunt lies in between his index and middle finger. Kazutora mimics, though removing your sock before he licks your foot, a tingling sensation going up your spine.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” Mikey whispers against your ear, unclipping your bra before he forces it off of you, of course you make it harder by preventing the handles from being removed from your arms. He tears them, throwing your bra to the side as one of his arms circle around your waist while the other hand reaches your nipple. Sanzu grabs the other mound in his hand before he lowers his head, eyeing you through heavy lids, his lips circling around your nub as you frantically try to move.

Ran lowers his head as he uses a finger to move your panties to the side.

“As pretty as I’d thought it’d be.” He says before he uses both hands to pull them down, Rin grabs them as he throws them to the side before handing Sanzu the blunt. Ran analyzes your pussy with a sly smile, using a finger to gather the slight slick that’s formed before sucking his finger and releasing a quiet moan.

“Stop touching me!” You exclaim, everything becoming overwhelming as your boss and coworkers roam your body, Sanzu pulling your nipple as he takes another hit.

“Relax.” He says before placing it against your lips. You move your head away before he roughly grabs your chin and forces you to face him.

“Smoke it.” He demands. You blatantly shake your head.

“No! No more of that or any of this!” You hiss as you move up once more, only for you to let out a high pitched scream of pain once Sanzu places the burning wood against your arm. Tears fall from the pain as your face becomes hot. Your other hand grips the arm that was just burnt. You shakily wipe away the residue ash left on your skin.

“Say that again.” He says before placing the blunt against your mouth. You inhale before holding it in and blowing out once more. He wipes the sweat off your forehead as he keeps it against your mouth, you having to inhale more before breathing the smoke out again, mellowing out although your heart continues to race.

Your body jolts as you feel a wet muscle slithering against your clit. Ran’s tongue flicks your nub before his lips close around, sucking as he slightly bobs his head. Kazutora sucks his fingers before sliding his hand down, bending over as he uses two fingers to ease into your wet pussy. Your hole clenches around his fingers as your hips twitch, biting your lip as you hold back from releasing any sound as your eyes shut tightly.

Suddenly, hands grab your hips as you're pushed up, legs hovering over your head as your body is bent. The wetness moves to your ass as his tongue glides against your anus.

“Hah! Not there! Stop it, please!” Tears fall in humiliation as he eats you out, Rin positioning himself to eat your pussy as Kazutora angles his fingers, gliding in and out slowly as he holds pressure to your g-spot before pulling out again, watching your pussy contract intensely. A tongue runs along your clit repeatedly flicking the nub before he sucks it. Sanzu and Mikey hold up your legs as they kiss and lick your neck before leaving hickeys and pinching the skin between their teeth, Mikey handing Sanzu the roach before he throws it out of the cracked window, returning his hand to your nipple.

As Kazutora accelerates his fingers, your hips slightly meet his hand as the brothers eat you out, your eyes rolling into the back of your head with your mouth slightly ajar, head falling back on Mikey’s shoulder.

“Ran.”

“Yes boss?”

“Pull out my cock.” He complies, pulling Mikey’s sweats down as well as his underwear, revealing his hard girth. You tense once you feel his head against your ass.

“W-wait, Mikey there’s no lube. Please don’t!”

“My King, I can help.” He says with a dazed look.

Mikey eyes him for a second before he nods his head, Sanzu and Ran switching placements as Ran settles next to her upper body and Sanzu moves to Mikey’s throbbing cock. A groan leaves Mikey’s lips, brushing against your ear as Sanzu lowers his head, lips circling around Mikey’s tip before shoving his cock deep within his throat.

You feel your boss’s hips jerk as his head falls back against the car’s window. Another moan leaves his mouth as you hear the mixture of saliva and precum combining as Sanzu pulls his head back and forth steadily, making sure to wet his king’s cock to the fullest.

“Knew he’d be eager to suck Mikey’s cock.” Rin whispers against your pussy as Kazutora and Ran chuckle at his statement. Sanzu pulls his head back and uses his hand to angle Mikey’s cock against your anus. Your body is forced to drop on his thick cock, tears escaping as the pain shoots up your back.

“Fuck!” You cry out, “Take it out! Take it out, you fucking assholes!” Kazutora removes his fingers as Rin pulls back, sitting in their seats as they pull out their own hard cocks, using spit to rub themselves off. Once Mikey’s cock was stuffed all the way into your ass, he held it there as he basked in your warmth. Sanzu hovers over you as he uses his own spit to wet himself. You jolt when his head meets your pussy lips.

Your hands grip Sanzu’s shoulders as he eases into your pussy, fortunately the juice that was already there makes it less painful, though your hole clenched around his girth as you're full from both sides.

“Relax your muscles.” Ran whispers in your ear as his own hand wraps around his cock, while the other caresses your head.

“I can’t! It hurts!” You exclaim as your eyes shut tightly. Your head falls back once more, Ran leaving a kiss along your jaw.

“Yes you can. Just breathe.” You had no choice but to comply as you tried to get through the pain, breathing heavily as Sanzu and Mikey began to move slowly. A drawn out moan escapes Sanzu as the pressure from Mikey’s cock could be felt through your walls, causing extra friction.

Time passed and their hips began to accelerate, the car filling with five men’s moans as all of them thrust their hips, pulsating cocks engulfed in warmth. Sanzu’s cock, angled to hit your g-spot, causes an intense pleasure that contrasts with the lingering pain from Mikey’s cock stretching your ass. The agony numbing out as you begin to fill a pleasurable fullness as your body rocks up and down, nails piercing through Sanzu’s fabric. You grunt as your ass clenches around Mikey’s cock, barely holding back a moan as the friction causes you to near your orgasm.

“Tell me how good it feels.” Mikey hissed against your ear, hand reaching around your throat as he slams his hips against your ass, speeding up.

“It doesn’t!” You cry out. “I-it feels terrible! Get out of me!” A loud moan accidentally leaves your mouth when Sanzu’s pace becomes faster, ambushing your g-spot repeatedly. A sharp pinch against your nipple causes you to yelp.

“Lie again.” Mikey growls, “Tell me the truth or I’ll blow your brains out as soon as I cum.”

“Fuck, this is so hot.” Kazutora hissed as his head falls back, rubbing his cock violently as his erection pulsates in his grip. Rin bites his own lip as he thrusts his hand, rubbing a thumb over his slit as he watches the display.

“Come on, angel. Be good for us, yeah?” Ran breathlessly says as he brings himself closer, hand gripping your head as he ruts against his other hand.

Your body convulses, warmth overcoming your abdomen as your hips grind hard against the two cocks, head back as your mouth hangs open with a silent scream.

“F-fuck! I’m… ah! Cumming!”

“Shit!” Rin hissed as his hand moves faster, your voice turning all of them on as they continue to work for their own orgasm.

You cry out from Mikey and Sanzu continuing their assault, thrusts becoming sloppier as they cause you to overstimulate, your hips frantically grinding back as the feeling becomes all too overwhelming, nose scrunching as your nails scratch Sanzu.

“Say it now! Tell us how good it feels to be full of our cocks! Right now, Y/n!” Sanzu growls, pink hue covering his face as he gazes into your eyes with a lustful, crazed glare.

“Feels good! S’ fucking good, hah! I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum again!”

In reality, post nut clarity will definitely come soon considering how violated you truly feel, though the feeling of being so full and your g-spot being abused causes your body to react, pussy contracting as you’re brought to your second orgasm, the men following along right after as they all release their loads.

You feel Sanzu and Mikey’s cum shoot deeply inside of you, so much coming out as some of the liquid spills out of your ass and pussy.

“Y-you all violated me.” You growl in anger as tears spill from your eyes, cocks pulling out of you causing you to grunt from the residue pain.

“You liked it.” Kazutora frowns as your vision becomes blurry.

“You should rest. Sounds like the weed is getting to your head.” Rin snorts.

Before you could prevent it, your eyes fluttered shut, darkness engulfing you into a deep sleep.

The next day, the men sat in the meeting room, awaiting your arrival. When you didn’t show up, Kakucho went to check your room, only to find you balled up in the blankets on your bed, hiding your whole body.

“Y/n?”

When you didn’t answer, he walked out of the room back towards the meeting to relay the message. The meeting continued without you. When it was over, Kazutora visited your room.

“Y/n? Why are you acting like this?” He says as he sits on the bed next to your figure. His eyebrow raises when his hand reaches your form, squeezing it before he stands up and snatches the blankets back, revealing an empty space.

“Shit!” He hissed in anger.

Two years pass and you just got out of your therapy appointment, walking to your car before you hopped in and drove to your apartment. You knew that the only way you could leave Bonten was by death or running away. So you decided to make a new life for yourself in a different country, far away from Japan.

You knew the job was toxic anyway but you didn’t know that you’d be violated sexually. You’re in a better head space, though you do have moments where you can feel the hands all over you, not scrubbing your body hard enough as your skin raws. Your new boyfriend, along with your friends and therapist have helped you grow positively as you slowly let your past go.

Entering your apartment, you expect to see your boyfriend in the living room on video games, not his limbs detached from his torso, or head decapitated as it’s rolled in between someone’s feet. Nor did you expect to see blood all over your carpet as well as the frames and paintings broken, thrown off the walls, glass shards everywhere. Your trembling hand covers your mouth as you eye the five men you never wanted to see again, staring at you with cold stoic expressions, worse than any angry look you could’ve ever received.

Hyperventilating, you turn on your heel to run back out your front door, only to run into Takeomi’s chest.

“No, no, no! Let me out, Takeomi! You don’t know what they did to me!” Your fists hit his back as he swings you over his shoulder.

“Oh I know. Now they’re pussy whipped and can’t get over you. Not even boss. You’re lucky you’re not gonna be killed, but there’s no way we’re letting you out of our sight again. Consider yourself, Bonten’s property.” He says as he walks to the car.

You continue struggling in his grip as tears leave from your eyes, crying out in anger and devastation over your boyfriend’s gruesome death. The life you created for yourself being torn from your grasp as another thing important is snatched away. You mourn your lost freedom as well as what’s to come.

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rinrinx2 · 1 month

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Their ideal type in the bedroom

Summary: What acts you put on that gets them going in the bedroom.

Character: Ran, Rindou, Sanzu, Kakucho

Warning: Smut, mature content.

Ran

His type is the clueless innocent type.

He enjoys the look of nervousness in your eyes as he approaches you.

Will tease you for getting shy when he starts touching you over your clothes.

Your whiny moans from him just touching you makes him so hard and it’s not long till his removing every article of your clothing.

Love’s how you try to hide yourself when you’re naked.

“Don’t hide yourself princess”

When he gets into the act his slow at first teasing his tip at your entrance watching as you try to hold back your moans, to shy to let him see how you’re having fun.

Is only going to put it in when you’re a moaning mess.

When the two of you finally get into the rhythm of fucking he goes faster.

And he knows once you’re on his dick that shy demeanor is gone as you moan and cry on his cock for me.

“Ran fuck me harder” you moan out drooling from your mouth as Ran fucks you in doggy.

“I’m not going any faster till you’re creaming on my cock”

Rindou

His type is the confident type.

He loves a woman who knows she sexy and is willing to make a show of it.

His favourite sight is coming home and seeing you splayed out on the bed in lingerie barely covering anything.

“All this just for me” Rindou says as he loosens his tie.

He likes when you keep your confident appearance, with your bouncing up and down on his cock while he watches your tits bouncing around.

But even with you taking some control his still the main one in charge, he does this by setting the pace making sure that if you close to cumming he will slow down his hips.

He has to pinch your nipples while you ride him so he can see that needy look in your eyes.

When he sees you’re tired from riding him he will smack your ass so hard you fall forward with your body laying against his, he takes this opportunity to fuck you from below.

“Now baby I’m about to fuck your pretty brains out” Rindou says as you feel his cock push deep into you from below.

Sanzu

His type is those who have no self restraint, he loves a desperate bitch.

His favourite thing is getting videos while his at work, watching as you push your fingers inside your dripping cunt as you let your thoughts of him fill your head.

He loves the sight of you loosing yourself, unable to even wait for him to get home and fuck you.

And when he does get home his not waiting another second to fill your needy cunt.

The feeling of your warm slick walls motivating him to fuck into you harder.

“Can tell how desperate you are by how tight you’re getting” he growls as he fucks into you like a mad man letting out a laugh.

And you’re getting fucked to good to even say a word just cries of pleasure.

He loves how you’re begging him for more, your pussy trying to take more of his cock.

“Daddy lil desperate slut wants to devour his cock”

Kakucho

His type is someone who completely submits themselves.

His use to serving others always following commands, so the thought of having someone do exactly as he says has his cock slit leaking at the thought.

He loves coming home from work, seeing you sitting on the floor in front of his chair, already knowing that he needs head after a long day at the office.

His going to sit on a chair opposite the bed spewing commands to you, watching you follow them with his cock in his hand as he strokes it as you follow each step.

“Now play with that pussy” he commands as you tease your clit.

Is definitely going to call you when his on business trips so he can command you to put on a show.

Just because his away doesn’t mean the two of you can’t have fun.

“That’s right princess bend in front of the camera, let me see those pussy lips”

Is not going to stop commanding you till you’re a mess on his cock and desperately need to cum.

“Sir please” you beg feeling your orgasm get closer with each bounce on his cock.

“You’re not cumming till I say so” Kakucho says with a loud smack to your ass.

And he has you bounce on his cock till your slick is practically dripping down his thighs and into the floor beneath the two of you.

“Cum for my baby” he commands as you gush around his cock.

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buccini555 · 2 months

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𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 - 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩

♡ What would it be like to have a secret relationship with one of the city's most dangerous gangsters?

♡ H e a d c a n o n s/I m a g i n e s .ᐟ .ᐟ

♡ 𝑭𝒕. Ran Haitani

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨 . 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨 . 𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨 . 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 . 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 ♡ . 𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞 . 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢

tw: amost none, but, excessive jealousy mention and control/manipulation mention

𝗥𝗮𝗻 𝗛𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗶: Ran isn't very sociable when he's in a bad mood, but as soon as he saw you pass by him, He can't deny that he was interested in you, Ran's the flirtatious type so he immediately went to start some conversation with you, Ran knew that ge wouldn't be able to forget you after the first time, so he wanted to repeat the dose by maintaining a secret relationship with you.

He is somewhat detached and often doesn't seem to care, even so, he cares a lot about you, even if he denies it, he truly loves you, Ran is jealous, ends up often being controlling, he ends up wanting to take over he takes control of his life and becomes easily enraged when he feels that you are not treating him exclusively, the tall one likes attention, thus demanding a lot of your precious time.

A few months into your relationship, he invited you to live with him in a large, extremely well-decorated house, even though he intended to keep your relationship a secret, Ran is very discreet about it, even so, he rarely ends up taking you on dates outside from home, you usually go to the mall together, especially to stores, Ran loves the fact that she can choose your clothes and is meticulous in the way you chooses to dress you just to please him visually.

Not everything is sweet in your relationship, Ran makes a point of reminding you how dangerous he can be every time you argue and you think about leaving, sometimes he even shows some signs of aggression towards you even though he's calm most of the time, another fact about Ran is that he often ends up being extremely demanding, he wants you to have the perfect relationship but often doesn't even make an effort to achieve that goal, he just keeps you a secret for safety's sake, but, secretly, it's also out of jealousy, he doesn't want other guys to know who his one and only is.

tw: pet names (honey, baby, babygirl, dollface, sweet, hottie), car in sex mention, sex in public place, unprotected sex, words like (bitch, slut and others like), creampie, pregnancy mention(?), cigarette use

That night alone in your house, Ran had committed to taking you to dinner after another tedious meeting at Bonten's, later, as soon as the older Haitani returned to your home, he felt admired as soon as he entered the living room door with you the waiting dressed in a black dress covered by an overcoat that he had bought you last week, Ran gave you a kiss and soon after went to take a shower, ending up not taking long to return to the room where you were still anxiously waiting for him to the date in night.

"You look so beautiful, honey, were you waiting for me?" He questions, looking you up and down, passing the tip of his tongue over his own lips, leaving aside the suit he was carrying on his arm to hug you.

"Yes, baby." You replied as he cupped your face to kiss his cheek. "You're perfect, my princess, queen..." Smiling again, Ran exclaimed right away. "C'mon, sweetie?" You questioned, looking into the taller man's eyes. "C'mon, sunshine." Holding your hand and kissing it subtly, he gently held your arm and took you to his new car that was already on the street.

The place was a bit far away, Ran preferred to take you to more distant places, so they soon ended up taking some kind of road, the weather wasn't as cold that night as you thought, so he ended up taking off his coat and the kept in the back seat of the car, meanwhile, you can notice Ran watching you from the corner of his eye a few times, your dress was really short and with a little cleavage, so, drawing the taller's attention, the wind blew through your hair as you watched him drive intently.

"C'mon, honey, tell me what you want in that pretty dress." Ran said laughing as she increased the speed of his newest luxury car.

You smiled back, placing your hand on his thigh and squeezing it subtly. "What do you want, Ran?" Looking at him, you questioned.

"What do you think? I definitely want my future wife, preferably, on top of me." He responded in a serious tone, stopping the car on a shoulder on the side of the road where there was little lighting. "You're a pervert..." Laughing, you said in a low tone.

"You already know what to do, don't you my princess?" As soon as the car was parked, you unbuckled yourself and climbed on top of Ran who soon covered your mouth, sealing your lips with a warm kiss, you could feel his member through the tailored pants he was wearing at the moment, doing so you become even more euphoric.

"Don't play with your boss, babygirl." Holding you even closer to him, he slapped you on the ass while pressing your hips into his lap, then Ran wasted no time and lifted your dress, keeping your underwear visible while you were still kissing him, then he put on your panties aside, opening his pants soon after.

"A-are you sure you want to do this here, R-ran? Isn't it... Dangerous?" Feeling how excited Ran remained, you exclaimed, trying to contain your emotions slight noises that you let out.

"I need to fuck right now, fuck if it's dangerous or not, have you forgotten who I am baby?" Ran laughed, slowly lifting his hips and fitting his member inside her without thinking twice. "That tight pussy... Fuck." He said amidst a brief sigh.

"I'll fuck you wherever I want, you know that." Holding your waist while you sat on him, Ran said, also trying to contain the light sighs that he eventually let out, so he ended up keeping your mouth busy with a kiss, holding your hair while you went up and down on his dick and also forcing your hand even more and hips, making you feel him inside you completely.

"I-I can't take it." Holding the taller man's shoulders, you said with your face flushed, each thrust made your intimacy become numb amidst so much eminent pleasure received.

"Be a good bitch, fuck it." Ran just put her hand over your mouth, making you shut up in that instant and made you end up going even faster and putting more force into each sit.

"You didn't ask me to fuck you, huh lil slut?" Ran questioned with a whisper in his ear, making his body shiver.

"N-now... Hold on, my little whore, hold on tight like a good whore." Commenting on his speech, Ran grabbed his hair again, throwing it back slightly and leaving his reddened face visible in front of his eyes.

"You want to cum on my dick, don't you dollface? Tell me, Mmm?" While masturbating you slowly, Ran questioned looking into your eyes.

"R-ran... F-fuck" You shook your head in affirmation, intensifying the act even more.

"Cum for me, c'mon, cum for me, my fucking hottie." Licking his own lips again, he said, Ran was also overcome by lust, it wouldn't take long for him to reach his limit, even so, he wanted to go faster just to test the limits of his body.

"R-ran, please, please..." Moving your hips back and forth, you couldn't take the pleasure anymore, you just felt your intimacy soaking with each movement.

"S-shit, babygirl, you drive me fucking crazy." Ran said tilting her head back.

"Fuck me completely, Ran" Soon after, you responded.

"You're insatiable, aren't you?" He looked you up and down, watching every movement of your body, no longer able to contain his excitement.

"If you don't get off me I'm going to fill you up, bitch..." Panting, Ran exclaimed.

You continued, keeping the taller man's speech uninhibited. "I told you to fuck me completely, Haitani."

"...Disgraceful bitch." Before finally reaching your limit and dumping all that hot liquid inside and deep inside you, Ran spoke.

After that, you remained on top of him for a moment, you were both exhausted after that sex, so Ran just wanted to drive home slowly.

"If we have a son, at least he will be beautiful like me, don't you think?" Opening the window and lighting a cigarette while you faced the passenger seat, Ran said jokingly. "Fuck you, Ran." Sullenly, you responded immediately. "...I'd rather fuck you." Taking a drag of cigarette, he told you in a testing tone.

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yukisgf555 · 1 year

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Best Friend Ran

warnings: NSFW!! jealousy, fingering, degrading, creampie, masturbation, vouyerism

side note: Rindou’s also in this lol sorry can’t help but include my bby😮‍💨

Ran knows he likes you. He notices how your eyes light up when you smile, how you do that stupid pout thing whenever you want him to buy you coffee, and even the way you rub your legs together whenever he touches you in the slightest.

He loves you so much he’s sooo happy to see you always !!

Until the day he sees you lock arms with Rindou, talking his ear off and leaning so close to him. Since when the hell does Rindou get so many bitches?!?!? Nevermind that, why the hell are you even all over Rin?

“Hi Ran!!” You were so happy to see him always

“Hi princess! Hey Rindou.” Ran narrows his eyes at Rindou but you don’t notice.

Rindou shoots Ran a look of question as to why Ran is doing that to him.

“Say y/n, wanna stay over at mine and rin’s tonight?”

“OMGG YES! We can get food or watch a movie, something like that.”

“okay, swing by at 7”

You leave to go grab your stuff for the movie.

“ What the fuck is your problem Ran you look like I just fucked your wife” Rindou said

“Did you?” Ran asked

“What? The hell? No?! What’s it to you anyways isn’t she just your friend?” Rindou is so confused on so many levels

“ yeah but keep your fuckin hands off her you little shit “ ran said

“Oh my god, is THE Ran Haitani pissed because your girl likes me more?? Maybe I should fuck her, she likes me better anyways you know” Rindou was trying to get under Ran’s skin. He didn’t really mean it but it was one of the few times he had an advantage over Ran.

“ I swear to god I’ll kill you. I could fuck her way better than you ever could. And you better not fucking touch her ever.” Ran gets in Rindou’s face.

“Jesus Christ let’s just go home”

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The doorbell rings.

“I’m coming!” Rindou gets the door

“Oh hi y/n”

“hi rin, thanks for having me over! Where’s ran?” You asked.

“Right here pretty” he creeped up behind Rindou.

You walk in and set down your bag along with some snacks you brought.

“I actually have a bunch of homework to do so I can’t watch the movie tonight, you guys have fun though I’ll be in my room” Rindou walks off with his arms full of snacks.

“Y/n what do you say we watch in my room” Ran proposes

“Yeah sure lets go” you say.

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Ran puts a random movie on and you snuggle into him. In the middle of watching though, a scene comes on where the guy and girl make out and it has you rubbing your legs together. Ran takes notice and leans into you.

“ Did you like that?” Ran asks and it sends shivers down your spine.

“w-what??” Your throat runs dry and you’re suddenly aware of how close you are to ran, his hot breath fanning your ear, and his bulge.

Oh.

He’s hard.

“I said, did you like that?”

“y-yes.” You turned to him.

Ran reached into your pants and starts rubbing your clit through your panties. You whimper and sigh grabbing onto ran’s wrist.

“ tell me if you want me to stop”

“n-no keep going.”

Ran takes your pants and panties off and plants himself between your legs. He runs his fingers through your lips spreading your wetness all over your pussy and begins sucking your clit.

“ah- oh fuck ran.” you moan.

He slides a finger in and starts pumping into your gummy walls.

“Shit Princess this pussy tastes so good”

He adds another finger making you mewl. You cover your mouth remembering Rindou is in the room next to you, trying to keep it down so he doesn’t know. This makes ran mad and he starts scissoring his fingers at a fast pace, using his other hand to remove your hand from your mouth.

“Don’t fucking hide that shit from me, moan for me. Tell me who’s making you feel good. Cum for me.” Ran demands as he starts sucking your clit.

“ fuck! You Ran! You make me feel s’good!” You moan.

You spasm around him and your body jolts, seeing white as you choke on your moans. You cream all over ran’s fingers. He pulls his fingers out and pops his fingers in his mouth, savoring every last bit of your taste.

Ran pulls his dick out and starts sliding it in between your folds. He pushes his length in little by little until he’s buried into your pussy.

“Ran it’s too big” you whine

“ you can take it baby, s’made for you” he starts thrusting in you slowly.

“Ran, f-faster” you moan

Ran grips his hand around your throat and starts pumping into you at an insane pace. All you can hear is squelching and obscene moans.

“You fucking whore, taking my dick as if you weren’t all over my brother earlier. You like getting fucked like a slut?” Your pussy sucks him in even more, the words making you more wet in shame. You gargle out your moans while struggling to get air.

“ Yes! Fuck! Only by you ran, my pussy s’yours only” you scream out in harsh whines.

“ this pussy is mine only. Now cum all over my dick to prove it.” You dig your nails into ran’s back, and cum all over his dick moaning his name out over and over. Ran thrusts in you one more time, filling you up with all his cum as he moans your name loudly.

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How could Rindou not hear that?

He couldn’t focus hearing your beautiful moans. It was like a symphony, and every single single noise that escaped through the thin walls went straight to his cock.

Oh how he wished it was him having his fingers shoved deep into your pussy. It should have been him, slamming deep into your pussy It should have been his name that you were moaning. It was supposed to be his dick you were creaming all over.

But all he could do is fist his cock wishing it was you. How wrong it was to be stroking his dick to his brother fucking a girl he likes. He didn’t care how filthy it was, he was in fucking heaven hearing you moan. A couple strokes and he tightened his grip imagining it was your pussy. He shut his eyes, throwing his head back as he spurt out globs of his cum. He’ll make sure the next time it’s you who’s stroking his dick and swallowing his cum.

for my babe @rannovia !!!!!!!!!

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lssugaluv · 4 months

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MDNI 18+

How dare you walk in to the office full of hungry men waiting to devour you just with their looks. How dare you come into the office dressed in that sexy outfit he handpicked just for him to see you in.

You walk in wearing that short mini skirt that shows the creases of your ass with those cute heals that show your cute pink toes. Wearing a top that almost shows your breasts. As soon as he sees you he pulls you into his office locking the door.

It was actually a coincidence when he walked out of his office. After hearing all the commotion of whistling and applauses coming from the hall he went to take a peak. At first he didn’t even recognize you until you turned around and you saw him. “Ran! I was looking for you.”

His jaw dropped seeing you dressed like that in public. Not that he cares, he loves seeing you wear anything that makes you happy, but he absolutely hates other men looking at you.

Once in his office, he begins to question you. You notice he’s annoyed by his hand running through his hair and this eager grin he has on his face. “What are ya doin’ here doll?” You smile and want to hug him but he right away walks away from your affection. “I came to surprise you Ran.” You begin to pout. “Surprise me?! Dressed like that? You surprised all those assholes out there alright.” You sit down on his desk chair as he is walking around the office still annoyed. “Excuse me? But I haven’t seen you the past three days! You’ve been working non stop and I miss you. But I guess that all you care about is how others see me.” You grab your small purse and walk towards the door.

He grabs your arm and pulls you towards him with force. He places one hand to the small of your back while the other is placed in the back of your head grabbing your hair. He whispers in your ear, using that husky sexy voice of his. “Where the hell do ya think you’re goin’ baby? You’re here to see me aren’t ya?” He pulls you in for an aggressive kiss, his tongue wrestling with yours, eagerly showing you that he wants you. You wrap both your arms around his shoulders and return back the eager kiss, showing your hunger for him.

He pulls away and walks to his desk full of mountains of documents waiting to be placed back in their direct spots. He throws them all out of the way and pulls you and puts you on top of his desk. He’s on top of you, hands everywhere on you. He starts to suck on you supple skin on your neck, loving to take in your scent. You feel him sucking on your neck, knowing he’s marking territory. Knowing that when you walk out of his office, showing all those assholes who you belong to.

He stops and takes off his expensive jacket and discards it somewhere. He sits down on his chair and turns you towards him. He opens your legs, pulling your skirt up by your belly. He starts kissing and gently biting your thighs, caressing them carefully. He pulls your panties to the side and licks your clit. He starts to moan with you. “Delicious as always baby. I missed you.” He eats you out like a starving man and when you feel like you’re about to cum he stops. “Baby why did you stop?” You pout feeling yourself a hot mess. “You want to act like a tease, I’ll treat ya like one baby.” He gets up and smashes his lips onto yours having you get a taste of yourself.

His fingers are now giving your cunt attention by playing with you. He circles your clit in such a motion that you once again feel like cumming, and he knows your every move. He stops once again, not letting you cum. Knowing that you get tight down there. “B..baby don’t stop.” You pant kissing his neck, trying to convince him. But once Ran has an idea, there’s no changing his mind.

He gets you and turns you around in his all time favorite position, Face down ass up. With no warning whatsoever he rams into you. A loud sexy moan comes out from you making him go crazy. He sure did miss being inside of you. All this work has him going crazy but you’re the only thing that keeps him going. His precious angel who he loves to make an absolute babbling mess. He reaches in to your ear, one arm wrapped around your belly and the other around your neck. “I missed fuckin’ ya, you know that doll? You feel so fuckin’ good baby.”

He whispers nothing but nasty stuff in your ear but also telling you how much he has missed you. Ran can be an ass but man, he loves you. Everything he does now is just for you. He hears a small thud against the door, knowing those assholes are listening. He lets go of your neck and positions himself standing, grabbing onto your hips. He starts pounding so hard, and felt you getting tight once again. As much as he wanted to let you come, he also wanted to teach you a lesson. You almost cry out angry and frustrated because once again he didn’t let you come. He kisses your shoulders gently and once again roughly inserts himself in you, having you scream.

Ran loses himself on how tight and great you feel, and places his hand on your belly once again. “You feel that baby?” Pressing his hand right under your belly button. “This is where I am” you roll your eyes in pure lust. His rhythm gets out of control and he cums in you. You feel all his weight on your back making you feel heavy.

He pulls out making you feel empty and you moan on your sensitive cunt. He helps you fix your panties and clothes. He pats on your panties, “keep my babies safe here.” And he grins and kisses you gently.

He offers to walk you out, and as soon as he opens the door, all the nosey guys scatter out like roaches. He wraps his arm around your waist, keeping his hand on your ass, showing everyone who you belong too.

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Enjoy this Ran Haitani one shot.

It is not proofread :(

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tatakaebomb · 2 years

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Working overtime

ꕥ Pairing : Bonten x Reader

ꕥ Synopsis : Who woulda thought tattooing gang members could lead to a gangbang.

ꕥ Word count : 3.15k ( i think )

ꕥ A/N : This took a while n i feel like it could of turned out better but at least i'm back to writing :)

ꕥ TW : smut, 18 +, tattoo artist!reader, rough, gangbang, dubcon, 5 (?) some, use of slut and whore, degrading, slight praise, sub!reader, anal, double penetration, handjobs, oral , mouth fucking (fingers), dumbification, voyeurism (?), fingering, slightest bit of knife play, unprotected, creampie, impact play ( kinda ), they r kinda mean, yes i have favourites i think it's obvious who they are // maybe i missed some lmk

It was a weird day for you to say the least, when you get scheduled for a tattoo session with a group of dangerous men you've heard way too much about on the news - you re bound to over think it.

Since usually you do your tattoos in your studio, having to move to a random location in the middle of nowhere and being taken there blindfolded - it wasn't like you to take a job like this.

But the sum of money was too large to turn down, although that was a bit odd in itself. You ve written it off as you just being the lucky one they picked, completely dismissing all the red flags.

" You can take it off now, love " Sanzu's voice coming from the drivers seat soothes your nerves as you felt the car come to a complete stop. You do as he says, sliding the silk cover off your eyes, squinting slightly while adjusting to the light.

Sanzu smiles at you, opening the back seat door to let you out while you grabbed your bag, looking around you ended up freezing up. It was a massive garage filled with expensive cars one next to another, from Ferarris to Porsches, nothing seemed to be missing.

" I'm sorry " You apologise, feeling embarassment as you realised you ve been staring around for too long, the bright spot lights shining down on the man next to you, his blue eyes seemingly glowing as he raises an eyebrow.

" No need for apologies, you can relax - come " Sanzu grabs your hand, guiding you towards the big lift in the middle of the building.

You exhaled, looking at yourself in the mirror as Sanzu pressed the button leading up to the 2nd floor before turning around to meet your gaze in the mirror, giving you the same comforting smile.

You couldn't help but notice his scars, although you ve seen wanted pictures around everywhere - you would of never guessed how he would look like in person. Nor did you ever expect for him to act so nice to you, but regardless of that - your anxiety started to fade as you reached the floor.

" So the picture you sent me - that symbol , how many of you do i need to ink it on ? " You try to make conversation as you start walking through the hallway, pacing next to Sanzu.

" 5 of us, shouldn't take too long though - for me, i want it here " He said as he slid the sleeve of his shirt up, revealing his arm and showing you the area he d want covered .

You nodded in affirmation, humming an " ok " while trying to ignore the predominant veins on his arms along with his knuckles which were bright red and looked rough - who were you to question it anyway, you knew what you were getting yourself into from the very start.

" Ah , we're here "

You come to a stop in front of a big wooden double door, gulping as you feel your anxiety pile up again.

" Hey, you good? " Sanzu places a hand on your shoulder to comfort you making you turn your attention back to him with a lazy smile.

" Yup - all good " You laughed nervously, appreciating the small gesture. As Sanzu pushed open the doors, you pulled down on your skirt and shook your head deciding to fake it till you make it.

There was no going back now so you might as well be confident with it. As you walked behind Sanzu in the room, the first thing you noticed was the table in the middle of the room, 4 other men you ve recognised as Bonten members crowding around it, mindlessly scrolling through their phones while one was taking a long drag from a blunt - the intoxicating smell filling your senses as soon as you took a step closer.

You coughed, catching their attention and the man placed the blunt on the ashtray, sitting up and offering you a hand with a deviour smile, his hair loosely styled as a few strands fell on his face.

" The names Ran , pretty "

You smiled back and shook his hand, introducting yourself slowly to the other members before taking a seat at the table, facing Mikey - the one person who hasn't really talked much.

As you continued your chat with them, you got to know them one by one and your nerves eased completely, they looked intimidating but weirdly enough - they were so laid back you began to lose track of time and had to remind yourself you were here for business and needed to get started.

" So , Sanzu on the arm, Haitanis on their neck, Koko , you want it on your temple - and Mikey ? " You raised an eyebrow, taking the tattoo gun out and getting everything set up.

" Neck, the back of it " Mikey answers, his words barely coming out as he avoided eye contact with you. You shrugged it off and turned your attention to Sanzu who would be first.

He opted to unbotton his dress shirt and take it off to make things easier for you, but in all honesty it made it much harder to concentrate - you would never show that though.

You crouched down next to the chair and placed the stencil on, beginning to outline the symbol with the tattoo gun, pausing once you hear the man above you his through his teeth, a small smile on his face.

" Oh i'm sorry, shoulda given you a warning " You laugh it off, looking up to meet his eyes again.

" It feels kind of good , actually " Sanzu replied back, not breaking eye contact as he relaxed further in the leather chair.

From this angle you hated how your dirty mind made you think, being so close to his crotch didn't help your case and the small grunts were not ideal but nontheless - you did your job.

The room was quiet most of the time, you could only hear the small buzzing noise from the gun along side breathing, small noises that you immediately picked up on. You made your way through the rest, arriving at the last person which would be the younger Haitani brother, Rindou.

" I'm gonna be honest, this place will hurt like a bitch" You gave him a fair warning, tilting his head back before hearing his brother complain from behind you.

" Coulda told me that as well " Ran teased, making you roll your eyes as you changed the needle up.

" Well, i had a feeling you could handle it " You chuckle, beginning on Rindous tattoo. As soon as the needle came into contact with his neck, he exhaled before biting his lower lip, his eyes shutting and opening - slightly watering looking up at you.

You froze for a second, letting out a small 'fuck' you thought noone heard but once you felt Ran's slender fingers land on your hips from behind you, you knew you were in trouble.

" What was that ? " Ran says making the younger Haitani chuckle , your hand slightly shaky as you felt yourself lose that fake confidence instantly.

You were turned on and it was so painfully obvious there was no way any of them could of missed it. The tension was there since the moment you walked in and it just kept getting worse and worse.

The sound Koko made when you accidentally tugged on his hair to get it out the way, the way Sanzu looked down at you as you were crouched down and now this - this was dangerous.

" Oh, i meant fuck like i had to pause because my hand was shaky -" You stutter trying to come up with the terrible excuse on the spot, continuing to ink Rindous neck.

" Right, of course " Ran gave you a snarky reply before letting you get back to work. The breathing on the nape of your neck as you felt him look past your shoulder from behind you, it send shivers down your spine. You ignored it as best as you could but Ran's hands slowly made their way to the bottom of your skirt - and by then , you felt him raise it up slowly.

You were about to be finished but you took a small pause again , trying not to mess it up while glancing towards Sanzu - hoping for the same comforting smile from before.

Instead , though - you were met with the sight of him shirtless, twirling a glass of whiskey in his hand as he watched you contently from the small couch, Koko and Mikey on either side of him quietly chattering among themselves.

You tried to concentrate to the best of your ability and once you placed that final dot on the Rindous tattoo and placed the tattoo gun back on the table, you thought it was over.

Rans hands never once left your body, and you realised soon enough that it was far from being over.

You let out a gasp when you felt his hand push down on your back, bending you down roughly before you heard the sound of your tights ripping , your ass now on full display for everyone to see.

" What are you - This isn't - " You tried to speak, your hands grabbing onto Rindous shoulders tightly as another gasp leaves your lips, your hips swaying once you felt Ran's cold hand run between your clothed folds.

" I was right - this slut is dripping " Ran scoffs, pinching on your clit causing you to whimper. You looked back towards the couch, watching Sanzu stand up and pace towards you, pulling Rans hand off leaving the other man confused.

" Leave it - "

You breathe out in relief, but once you felt yourself being picked up, you could sense what was to come.

" She'll have to take me first " Sanzu placed you on the table with a smirk, parting your legs as he began kissing on your neck - earning quiet moans from you.

You wanted to push him away or say anything but you couldn't - ever since your eyes first met you had dirty thoughts running through your mind. You couldn't help it, he was attractive.

Rindou stood up and you couldn't process how it happened , but the two brothers ended up behind you, quickly slipping off your top and bra as Sanzu continued to roughly kiss you, his fingers reaching into his back pocket.

You looked down, your eyes widening once you saw the small switch blade swing open, the adrenaline kicking in mixed with the pleasure of the Haitanis rolling your nipples between their fingers, roughly grabbing onto your body before unzipping their dress pants and taking their hard cocks out, giving it a few pumps before going back to focusing on your chest.

You glanced at them and then at Sanzu, finding yourself surrounded as you begin to pump their cocks with your two free hands quickly, earning small words of praise and groans from the pair.

" Sanzu -" You got muffled by two fingers being placed into your mouth, your eyes looking next to you to see Koko towering over you, his red liner smudged as his expression focused on your lips.

" Stop whining and start sucking " Koko demands and you look at him through your damp eyelashes, twirling your tongue around the pad of his fingers and sucking obediently as small muffled moans leave your lips, trying to please him.

You felt the blunt size of the knife along your thigh, instinctive jumping causing Kokos fingers to slip out of your mouth, earning you a slap across your cheek before he grabbed your face to look at him.

" You seem pretty calm " Koko chuckles, pushing his thumb back past your lips

" How many times have you done this ? " Koko asks as Sanzu cuts through the fabric of your skirt and panties, further teasing you with the blunt edge of the knife on your thighs causing you to let out a shaky moan .

" Never sir " You manage to choke out, your lips parting once you felt Sanzu plunge his slender fingers inside your wet cunt, making your attention turn back to him.

" Lying whore - bet you've been passed around like this before " Sanzu growls against your ear , pushing and scissoring his two fingers against your spot causing you to moan his name out loud, clenching your fist around Ran and Rindou.

Suddenly, Sanzu takes his fingers out of you and flips you over, bending you over the table so Koko would position himself in front of you.

You resume back to the Haitanis, feeling precum leak onto your hands as you picked up your pace again, feeling your legs start to shake when you hear Sanzu taking off his belt .

Looking up at Koko , you saw him grinning down at you, taking out his cock before tapping on your cheek.

" Open wide , darling "

You follow his instructions, tears welling up in your eyes as you take the tip of his long cock in your mouth, focusing on that before gagging once you feel Sanzu drive himself into you in one long stroke, your eyes rolling back with a moan.

" Fuck , 's too big " You try to say but it ends up coming out muffled, Koko grabbing a fist full of your hair and pushing you down till your nose touched his pelvis, continuous gagging as you had no time to think of anything.

" You can take it " Sanzu lets out a breathy laugh before landing a smack to your ass, the sound of skin against skin filling the room along with your loud moans and their groans.

" Did i say you can stop, slut ? " Koko's words were fuzzy in your mind as you resumed and carried on sucking his cock, looking up at his throwing his head back as you felt yourself come closer and closer to cumming, Sanzu reaching deep inside you with every rough quick stroke.

" If you want it, better ask " Sanzu sends another smack to your ass before pulling you away from Koko. The impact of the smack nearly sent you over the edge, Sanzus cock hitting against your spot repeatedly as you tried to keep up with the Haitanis as well.

" Please - can i cum " You plead, your mind already going blank as you looked around you, noticing Mikey has been standing and watching the whole time, not saying a word.

Your eyes meet his and you felt your mascara run down your face with tears, whimpering a small please as another slap lands against your ass .

All you saw was Mikey giving you a small nod before you let go completely, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you came all over Sanzu's cock causing him to groan when you squeezed down.

" Fuck, dirty slut - you ever had it in here ? " Sanzu licked on two of his fingers, pushing them past the rim of your ass causing you to shoot up in pain, earning a few chuckles from the rest.

" Guess not " He moans in your ear, carrying on loosening you up as he drove his cock in and out of you roughly.

" Shit - I'm gonna - " Sanzu strokes in a few more times before you felt him fill you up completely with his cum before pulling out of you, the overstimulation of his fingers inside your ass along side his cock making you cum again with loud moans.

" Oh fuck, please- " You once again got muffled by Koko as he pulled you back down on his cock, the Haitanis making their way behind you quickly.

You felt a sharp pain once Ran slid the tip of his cock past your ass making you whine on Kokos cock.

" Shit, fucking tight " Ran coos , smacking your ass making it harder and harder to focus on Koko. Just when you started getting adjusted, Rindou slid himself into your cunt , exhaling loudly as he picked up his pace along side Ran.

The pain slowly faded turning into pleasure as you felt yourself being filled up by the three, your mind going blank as you roll your eyes back and cum over and over again, driving you insane as they continue to abuse your holes.

Kokos grip tightens on your hair and you feel him push you down hard making you choke while without warning he shoots streams of cum down your throat with load groans before pulling out suddenly.

" Good girl " Koko taps your cheek before taking a seat down and catching his breath.

You try to breathe after you swallow, your stomach feeling full as you didn't have any time to process anything, your eyes instinctively search for Mikey from across the room with every time you cum.

" Holy- fuck - please " You couldn't speak as your vision starts to blur, feeling your body begin to get exhausted as you continue to get fucked even rougher.

" What do you want whore ? " Ran groans into your ear after he pulls you up by your hair, Rindou drilling himself deeper and deeper - bumping into your cervix with every stroke.

" Please - fill me up " You moan, choking on your spit as you try to push yourself back on them, meeting their thrusts as the continued to fuck you dumb.

" Im your slut - 's so good " You slur on your words, quickly getting the two to reach their highs.

Your legs feel like they are about to give out as the two stroke in and out a few times before cumming at the same time, finally granting you your wish.

Ran and Rindou pull out of you and join the rest, catching their breath as you feel yourself already almost drifting to sleep - cum leaking out of everywhere down your legs.

" Fuck - Mikey " You quietly call out in exhaustion, your eyes struggling to stay open before they meet his again.

Mikey was the only one who hasn't done anything so when he stands up quickly, your heart jumps expecting more but instead of taking his turn he lifts you up on the table, leaving the other men confused.

" All of you, out " Mikey speaks, looking at the rest as they hesitantly leave one by one, closing the door behind . Your breath regulates as you try to face him, embarassment creeping on your face as he shakes his head with a half smile.

" Why didn't you -"

You get interrupted by him chuckling a response,

" I don't like sharing like that "

You couldn't help but get this weird feeling in your stomach as he helps you up quietly, leading you up to the couch and laying you down on the cushions carefully.

" You can crash here tonight, i'll give you the money n send you home tomorrow " He tells you before facung away from you and you impulsively reached out for his hand and pull him down, making him turn back around.

" I want to ... see you again " You manage to choke out before drifting off to sleep, earning a quiet laugh from the shorter man .

" Don't worry, you will "

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stay with me?;

a/n: a little continuation of this post. i love kakucho too much to not give him what he wants c’mon now. 😭 but why is it so sexy for (fictional)men to restrain themselves until they just can’t anymore n they jus go buck wild?? anyways, i put my entire p*ssy into this i hope u guys enjoy! like genuinely i lost my mind writing this jjdjdjd

ft: bonten!kakucho x afab!reader

wc: 4.1k, not proofread xd

warnings: dark content. afab fem!reader, sub!reader, somno, f!oral receiving, overstim, dacryphilia, praise, pet names, slight orgasm control, unprotected, creamp*e(i hate this word), multiple rounds, dubcon, jealousy, stalking, obsession, honestly the more i wrote this it became a bit of yan!kakucho lol. gets a little soft at the end. very self indulgent 💜

showering with your door unlocked wasn’t the dumbest thing you could do. okay, maybe it was…but you trusted kakucho to watch and take care of any danger while he was there.

fresh out of the shower, you finished putting lotion onto your skin, the cool cream sinking into the warmth of your skin. switching off your bathroom light as you leave, you glance at your bedroom door.

maybe.. you should say goodnight to him, he is going to be up all night. you walk over, goosebumps blooming as you rubbed your arms for warmth. why was it always so cold out of the shower?

you open your door and peek into the dimly lit living room. kakucho was there, sitting on your couch and reading a book. dressed in all black, he rested one leg up on his knee and under the light of lamp you thought he looked handsome, his black hair dangling in front of his face as he read some random book plucked off the shelf.

“kakucho..” you started, voice barely louder than a whisper. he glanced up immediately, concern etching his features and two tone eyes meeting yours. you gave a small smile, “good night and thanks for... all this,” you say, gesturing to his spot.

he blinks, before nodding, “no problem. boss’s orders anyway,” he smiles back at you, before waving you off. “go get some rest.”

you nod before slipping back into your room, closing the door behind you. you hesitate on the lock slightly before you forgo locking it, trusting in kakucho completely. he was different from the rest of bonten. his voice was gentle alongside his touches. he was sweet to you and you to him. he was the one you went to when you were upset or scared. in another life, under different circumstances, maybe you would’ve dated.

but you remember what he actually does every time he stumbles into your office, hands bloodied and eyes frenzied. you always patch him up, watching the rise and fall of his chest reminding you that he was alive and someone else wasn’t. it strikes fear into you every time, that someone so gentle and so sweet could still snuff the light out from someone else.

you wonder what he looks like in those moments. does he look as lost when he’s sitting on your desk, eyes far off and unfocused as you disinfect and bandage his wounds? or is his resolve unwavering, eyes locked as he stares down his target and pulls the trigger?

you shake your head, nows not the time to think about that. now is time for sleep, you had a long day ahead of you tomorrow. mikey’s list of tasks seemed to never end and you groaned thinking about the new stack of paper work that would grace your desk tomorrow morning.

you flopped into your bed, sinking down into your comforter and pillows. curling up under your blanket, you checked your phone one more time to see if you had any missing messages. you had just said goodnight to him, but seeing his name in your list of messages had you wanting to say it again.

y/n: kaku, i’m gonna sleep now. feel free to use whatever, whenever! sorry you have to stay up for me.

you waited a few moments, seeing if he’d respond. and he did, an immediate “read” underneath your message followed by his own:

kakucho: what’d i say earlier? don’t worry about it. you’re special to us.

y/n: you’re all special to me too. <3 goodnight.

kakucho: goodnight, y/n.

with that you closed your phone, placing it onto your nightstand before turning over. almost instantly, exhaustion took hold and you fell into a deep slumber.

the instant mikey mentioned that you could be in trouble, kakucho offered himself up. due to the increasing gang-conflict, you were assigned more body guards to escort you to and from home. not only that, but you had guards keeping watch outside your office day in and out.

as kakucho said, you were special to bonten. a shining, pearly light in the bleakness of bonten’s all consuming night. each executive held a place for you in their heart and each one had dreams of making you theirs, but kakucho.. bordered on obsession.

it started off innocent like holding the door open for you or grabbing an extra coffee on his way to work. if you were going to be a long time addition, he might as well get to know you. eventually, he started to relax in your company. he’d always visit your office at least once a day and you welcomed him, listening to his woes while venting some of your own. you were a breath of fresh air, the sweet scent of flowers, and being around you felt like a dream.. but then he started getting jealous.

jealous of the way you’d lightly tap on ran’s arm, giggling when he made a joke. jealous when you’d dance in rindou’s office, body swaying and humming to his music. jealous when he’d catch you sobering up sanzu, your body dangerously close to his as you pressed a water cup to his lips.

jealous of the way you’d always tell kokonoi how pretty his hair was and what he thought about your own. jealous when you’d light up takeomi’s cigarette for him without him even having to ask. jealous when you’d rub mochi’s shoulders after a long day, calling in someone to bring him a glass of wine. jealous of how every morning started with mikey and ended with mikey, as you were his secretary.

kakucho hitto was so fucking jealous of every single little thing you would do with anyone who wasn’t him. that’s when he started taking your things, little trinkets to keep you close, praying you’d keep your balcony door open every evening so he wouldn’t have to feel bad for breaking in. when he first followed you home, he didn’t even realize it. for some reason, you loved to take public transport home, as if you didn’t work for the most notorious gang in Japan. he was entranced by the way you moved, seemingly without a care in the world.

he caught himself when you turned back, the weight of his stare boring into you. he hid quickly, crouching behind a parked car. you shrugged it off and continued on, eventually making it to your small apartment home situated on the second story. he pondered over going back to his own place. he made it here, but what now? he couldn’t just knock on the door.

but then he heard something, the sound of a sliding door being opened. you stretched and sighed into the evening air, before heading back in. he came closer, until he decided to climb up onto your balcony. he dropped down, hiding behind your curtains. he peeked in, breath hitching as you started taking your clothes off before entering your room.

at the sound of running water and your bathroom door softly closing, he fully made his way in. he thought your apartment was cute, simple and small. the others probably would’ve had a fit knowing you lived so quaintly instead of bathing in luxury. but kakucho liked it anyway, running his hands along your walls and furniture, taking in deep lungfuls of your burning candle’s scent. god he wanted to make you his wife.

his pretty little housewife who would greet him home after a long day at work. his angel who would sit in his lap, pressing kisses to his forehead, murmuring, “let me take care of you, honey.” he yearned for it, his pretty baby fucked dumb on his bed every night.

when he first peered into your bedroom, he held back a groan as he saw your panties thrown onto the floor. your skirt was left haphazardly on your desk chair. while the rest of your clothes left a trail into the bathroom.

he felt guilty, you had no idea he was here. technically he was breaking in, but you had left everything so open. as if you were inviting him in just like you did with your office.

that night he stole his first pair of panties, shoving them into his pocket as he slipped out the way he came. heart pounding he walked away with his prize, albeit small in the grand scheme of things, but he couldn’t stop smiling, twirling the fabric in between his fingers. he came hard and fast that night inhaling your scent, he was addicted. he wanted more, your voice, your touch, your everything.

he started becoming a little more risky, first touching himself in your bedroom to opening your bathroom door slightly just to hear your singing as he jacked off into a used pair. it was never enough, he wanted, no, needed you underneath him squirming and writhing as he filled you up multiple times a night. he was getting restless and sooner or later he would finally get what he wanted: you.

that’s how he ended up here, the first one to watch over and protect you. his phone buzzed and he closed his book, reaching over to see who was texting him. he frowned when he realized it was the bonten group chat. what could they possibly want? he thought, opening up his messages.

mikey: we didn’t have time for a meeting today but who’s watching y/n tomorrow? kakucho can’t do it two nights in a row.

he tsk’d. he’d do this for the rest of his life if he had too, no questions asked.

kakucho: i don’t mind doing it tomorrow too.

mikey: no. you need rest, won’t be as reliable if you’re tired.

he bit his lip, tapping impatiently on his phone.

kakucho: i could just rest during the day.

mikey: i said no. it’s not an option. i don’t want anyone doing two nights in a row.

ran: i could probs do it or rin?

fuck. he grimaced, thinking about how ran wouldn’t hesitate to flirt with you. he remembers the day that he caught you letting ran sleep in your lap, your fingers running through his hair. not to mention, rindou, who already has you dancing in his office, you’d probably dance with him here too. at least, he thinks, it’s not sanzu. between the two brothers though, he’d probably hope for rindou.

mikey: sure, idc as long as someone does it.

rindou: i think i’m busy tomorrow night? have some stuff to clean up, it’s gonna have to be u ran

ran: alright lol

fuck. kakucho rubs his face, bouncing his leg as he sets his phone down. he paces the room, carefully trying to not wake you up. but the idea of ran flirting with you and you laughing, crinkling your nose, like you always do has him up the walls. would you playfully hit his arm like usual? would you let him touch you, hands trailing down your back? would you let him kiss you? god forbid, would you let him fuck you?

he runs a hand through his hair, his rage starting to consume him. there was one stream-line thought, hammering itself and taking hold of his brain: he has to be your first. he eyes the closed bedroom door. he’s done this before, he thinks, kicking off his shoes. just never while you’re actually in your bedroom. he takes a deep breath, before lightly placing his hand on the knob. slowly, he turns it, opening and entering into your room.

moonlight spills across your bed, illuminating your face in the dark. you snore softly, the exhaustion not only physical, but mental, wearing on you. the danger of having your brains blown out at any given moment loomed over you every day, suffocating every waking moment. you were on edge, always, and rightfully so. that’s why you felt safe with kakucho, utterly and completely safe. but that’s because you had never noticed the hurt in his eyes when you’d turn away from him. or the way his jaw tensed when you’d get “too close” to other executives. not once did you see the longing stares from across the room during meetings, too focused on writing down as many notes as you could hanging onto every word.

so you slept, peaceful and content, completely unaware that your protector was longing to keep you pinned underneath him as he had his way with you. if only you knew the things that he would do to you. slowly, he crept towards your dozing figure. your bed dipped as he came closer, a gloved hand pulling down your blanket. you twitched and he paused, watching as you made a little noise in response to the sudden cold shift.

his heart was pounding as he left light touches, ghosting over your exposed skin. he hooks a finger under your waistband, inching down your pajama shorts. he removes one glove, his hands burning with desire to truly feel you before he uses one finger to trail down the length of your clothed cunt.

you stir once more and he pauses again. is he really doing this? there’s no way you wouldn’t wake and yet he can’t find it in him to care. so he continues, gently carressing your core, every so often glasting over your thighs. little moans and mewls came from you and kakucho could feel his patience thinning. he wanted to take his time, explore every inch of you, but if just those small touches could get you writhing underneath him what would happen if he did more?

removing his other glove and casting it onto the floor, he starts to remove your panties. he throws them near his gloves, a reminder to take them for later. settling himself in between your thighs, he presses a kiss to your pussy. his breath is hot as he licks a stripe from your hole to clit. hooking his arms around your thighs, he holds you in place as you start to squirm in your sleep. he spreads your folds, admiring your pretty pussy before he dives back in, eagerly licking at your clit.

he watches you through half lidded eyes as your features contort, your mouth a small “o”. he switches between sucking on your clit like it’s candy and burying his tongue deep inside curling up against your walls. you eyelids flutter as you wake, drool dribbling down your chin.

“wha- ah!” you gasp, roused from sleep with hands shooting down and tugging onto his dark locks. he groans, brows knitting as he continues fucking you on his tongue.

your vision is blurry, only the moonlight that seeps in through the window illuminating your view. but you see him, eyes lidded, looking up at you in nigh worship, as he licks and kisses and slurps at your arousal.

“k-kakucho?” you stutter out, “fuck, what are you-“ you’re interrupted again, as he slips a finger, then two into your dripping cunt.

��cum for me, pretty girl.” he murmurs against you, his fingers brushing against parts of you that set your legs trembling. you try to resist at first, confusion tumbling through your brain, but with one more curl of his fingers you release, eyes rolled back, toes curling and body shaking. kakucho keeps his mouth on you, lost in the taste of your fluids until he feels you pushing on his shoulders.

“t-too much, kaku, s-stop,” you pant, tears pricking at your eyes. he pulls away, reluctantly, a sticky line of spit and cum trailing from your pussy to his lips follow him as he inches forward, suddenly crashing his lips into yours.

you taste yourself on his lips, melting into the kiss. he kisses you deep, before pulling away and peppering kisses onto your jawline and neck. it’s messy, wet, and you’re still dazed from your post orgasm high. it’s odd to think about how you were peacefully sleeping not too long ago and maybe this is still a dream? it certainly feels like it, your head light and fuzzy as kakucho kisses every inch of your face.

it’s not until you feel something blunt and hard rubbing in between your folds that you snap out of your dream-like state. he’s undressed himself now, his clothes mixing with yours as if he really did live there. as if you two really did belong to one another. glancing down, you see his cock, hard and angry, pre-cum glistening on his tip.

he lines himself up with your hole and you start with a “wait-“, but he doesn’t listen, slowly sinking into your cunt. you moan at the stretch, gripping the sheets underneath you. “kakucho, i told you-“

“i can’t fuckin’ wait! okay?” he snaps and you flinch, diverting your eyes from him. he grips your chin, digging into your skin and forcing you to look back at him. desperation fills not only his eyes but his voice, “do you know how long i’ve wanted this?”

he continues rambling as he pushes into you, “do you know how fucking hard it was to watch you every day knowing that you weren’t coming home to me? every fucking day where you’d turn away from me to look at someone else? to be with someone else?”

it’s the way he words it as if you really were seeing someone else, completely aware of his feelings for you or maybe it’s the vitriol laced in each word that sends a creeping blush up on your face. he sounded so mean, completely different from the tender tone you had known. honestly, you kind of liked it.

you claw at his arms, back arching off the bed as he sinks deeper. “you’re fucking mine,” he says through grit teeth as he bottoms out. “all fucking mine.” he presses his forehead to you, hips flush against yours. “fuck, baby, you feel so good.”

he pulls himself until he’s almost completely out and you whine at the loss. he mumbles, “i’ll give you what you want, pretty girl.” right before he slams himself back in.

you gasp as he starts fucking you, his pace brutal and unforgiving, you were his and he was going to make sure you knew that. pushing your knees up to your chest your eyes roll back again because he’s just so deep. the drag of your walls around his leaking cock is euphoric. he drinks in all of your mewls and moans as he continues to hit that sweet spot inside you, love drunk on the sound of your voice.

“‘m close,” you rasp, looking up at him through glassy eyes. “p-please kaku, can i?”

“can you what baby? be specific.” he tuts, but his head is spinning and his heart is swelling.

“kaku, please, i wanna cum,” you babble, tongue lolling out of you slightly. he slows down to a full stop and you desperately try to grind back against him. “please! please, i want it!” you cry, tears starting to freely fall down your pretty face.

“yeah honey? you wanna cum on my cock?” he coos and you nod vigorously, “then tell me who you belong to, who gets to fuck you like this?”

“you! i belong to you, kaku, only you,” you sniffle up at him and he smiles, finally starting to move again. you wrap your arms around him as he angles himself so he can hit that spot that has you seeing stars with each thrust.

snaking a hand down to play with your clit, you sob out, as he rubs sticky circles. you’re so close the added stimulation has you clenching and dripping around him. “let go, princess.” he says, and you do, falling apart on him. legs kicking wildly, your pussy squeezes down on him and he follows you soon after, thick, hot seed spilling deep into your cunt.

he pushes himself up, leaning back and gently pulling out. wincing at the loss, you turn onto your side, curling up on yourself, too exhausted to care about the amount of cum not only leaking out of you but splashed onto your bed and thighs. your hair sticks to your sweaty forehead, you feel full and utterly spent.

you close your eyes, trying to calm your breathing as your body continues to twitch from post orgasm, little hiccups escaping your mouth here and there. the calm doesn’t last long and soon you feel a hand on your hip, flipping you onto your stomach. you wail, gripping the sheets, as you feel kakucho pull you back to slip into you, again.

“i wasn’t done with you,” he growls, leaning down to press his chest against your back. you can’t really talk much at this point, brain mushy and fuzzy, so you whimper out a small “mm.”

he wraps his arm around your neck, keeping you in a near chokehold as he pistons into you. the squelch of fluids and the slapping of skin fills the room once more. something about the way he fucks you is different now, his thrusts are sloppy, needy and his moans tickle your ear.

“i love you,” he chants, “i really fucking love you.” you don’t know what to say, pleasure taking over you again, so you ignore the little voice in the back of your head screaming to say it back and moan into his arm.

he moves his free hand down to hook behind your knee, sliding it up to spread your legs further. you try to keel up into him, one hand grabbing at arm curled around your neck, but he has you caged. you’re almost entirely sure you’re drooling over his arm. with your head tilted towards him, you glance up with glassy eyes, mouth open and panting.

you think he looks pretty like this, looking down at you, brows knit. you’re not sure if you love him, but you do love the way his dick slides in and out of your tight hole. “f-feels good,” you slur, “feels so, ah!, good,” you can feel your orgasm blooming again, heat bubbling in your gut.

“gonna cream on my cock again?” he grunts, thinking how after this there’s no way you wouldn’t be his wife… right?

“yeah, ‘m gonna cum,” you mewl and kakucho’s thrusting his tongue into your mouth. the added stimulation is enough and you’re both unravelling. your eyes cross with the intensity of your orgasm, as your entire body shakes. he can feel you squeezing down and milking his cock as you moan into each other.

your head lolls onto the bed as kakucho’s grip loosens. he buries his face into your neck and you stay like this for a bit, heavy breaths and sticky bodies. he gently pulls out as he rolls over, one arm draped over his forehead.

you’re not sure you would look down even if you had the strength, your body limp. but you can feel it, you can feel his cum seeping out of your cunt. your bed is probably a mess.

you prop yourself up onto your elbows as best you can, “that… was the last time… for tonight, okay?” you pout. you'd probably actually pass out if he wanted to go again.

he moves his arm off, sitting up immediately. his look is incredulous, maybe even hopeful, “for tonigh-“

“or ever!” you interrupt, reaching for him and wincing. “oh, ow.” your entire body is aching so you opt for curling in on yourself again.

“… sorry,” he says sheepishly, one hand on his neck, “i didn’t mean to-“

“you don’t have to lie, i know you did.” you mumble, peeking up at him.

shame crashes over him and he gets up to get dressed, trying to not look at you. i fucked up, he thinks, until you grab his wrist and he looks down at you, a blush tinting his features. funny, as if he didn’t almost just fuck the life out of you.

you spread your arms, a blush on your face as well, “stay with me?” except it sounds more like a command than a question. and he does, getting back onto the bed and melting into your embrace.

he moves and positions you so that you’re resting with your head against his chest. he trails your lower back with his hand absently, making small shapes across your skin. it’s quiet, cozy, and there’s so many things you want to ask before you drift off into sleep, but he speaks first.

“could you do me a favor?” he asks, pressing a kiss to your head. you can’t see it, but there’s a smile gracing his face. you're warm and everything he wants.

“mm, sure?” you reply, sleepiness starting to overtake you.

“tell mikey you wanna stay at my place tomorrow.”

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut #kakucho #kakucho x reader #kakucho hitto #kakucho smut #tokyo revengers x reader #bonten #nah i feel like u can tell i rly ran out of steam but was foo far in to give up LMFAOOOO #oh wellll if its bad smut its baaaaaddd #also the way i cringed realizing y/n isnt gonna piss after all that like girl please take a bath... im not writing it but take a bath.#pibby writing

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