#bonten rindou haitani
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“𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞”
— : [nsfw] slight angst, smut, fluff, pet names, fingering + getting together
(tw.// kidnapping and auctioning of real people as a plot device.)
— : [ wc ] : 6.1k
a/n :: this is not stockholm syndrome at all. their relationship is and will be 100% consensual. i think it’s pretty obvious that it isn’t but it’s better to just address that.
she has always made sure to do right by her father. y/n knew his career was important and while her mother was out the country on vacation with her girls, he insisted y/n join him for a fancy dinner party.
she had to dress up and look good so she didn’t embarrass him or their family name. it was a simple matter and she enjoyed the new clothing.
this time it was a beautiful silk red dress that stopped at her ankles with a slit up the right side.
“you don’t look all that excited for this party” yuzuha sighs but she helps her fix your outfit and makeup.
“he parades me around like some .. trophy” she scoffs, “father feels the need to brag to everyone about me but he forgets that he was barely around, too busy with work”
“i wish you’d move in with me” yuzuha says gently, “hakkai has moved in with mitsuya now so i have the extra space”
“yuzu—”
“y/n you’re 21 now” she says, “you don’t have to do everything they tell you to do. you need to live for yourself”
y/n knew she was right but there was no arguing against whatever her parents wanted. they could’ve abandoned her but at least she had her nannies and everything she could’ve dreamed of.
she felt that she owed them this much.
“think about it okay?” yuzuha smiles, “and please, chifuyu really worries about you so don’t ignore his texts”
y/n grin up at her as she reaches for the lipgloss to finish up her makeup.
“maybe i like playing hard to get” y/n tease and yuzuha laughs, flicking her forehead.
going to these parties were never really her thing but this one was different, he made sure to remind her just how important this night was for him and their families entire fortune.
the limo was parked right out front and he slowly helped her get in, which was good because she felt her arm catch onto something. a tiny pin prick could be felt as she made her way inside and then everything went black.
the sounds of people talking outside jostled her into consciousness. she’s still in the limo, she doesn’t even remember falling asleep but the slight pain on her side had her much more aware now.
“dad?” she call out, stumbling out the car. she hated the stupid dress she wore because it felt shorter now and the heels were uncomfortable against the gravel.
“why are we at the back?” y/n ask, confused. “the entrance is—”
“take her inside and make sure she doesn’t make too much of a scene” her father tells one of the bodyguards
she look at him in confusion and the grip on her arm is almost bruising.
“dad? what’s going on?” she tries to pull away but the taller, much larger man pulls her along and she sees the sad look on her fathers face and she knows this isn’t a regular dinner party.
there are other women around her age, looking as beautiful as she does but even more afraid. they’re all dressed up like they were attending a fancy dinner party but they all had the same black collar around their necks with a colour in the middle.
“what the fuck is going on?” y/n ask, eyes widening when the men in the room force them all into pretty glass boxes. as if they were about to be put on display.
“if you don’t want to be sedated, you’d better behave and do as they tell you” a girl whispers. she looks younger than y/n is, meaning she could be 19 and y/n feel an uncomfortable feeling in her stomach.
her own father was about to sell her off. it had to be a nightmare and maybe she was still in the limo, passed out from the lack of sleep from all the school work at college.
the lights dim and then the curtains are drawn. there are women and men all around the room, rich people with money to waste and she felt dirty as she felt eyes on her.
“oh” sanzu chuckles, leaning back as he grabs another flute of champagne, “they have new faces”
“how sickening” ran rolls his eyes. he had no reason to be here but rindou was getting restless and mikey suggested they follow a lead on their recent customer who owed them a lot of money.
“he’s in the front” rindou nods, “he’s not with his wife so perhaps his here to buy”
“not quite” sanzu smirks, “look towards the stage”
mikey clenches his jaw as he sees what sanzu is talking about. none of them could be considered good people with morals but family was important and so was loyalty.
“what am i missing?” ran asks dryly
“pretty little thing in red” sanzu sighs
rindou grins when he sees her. she’s the prettiest one on stage, the red bringing out her eyes even from the distance. she didn’t look scared like the other women were. she looked angry and hurt?
his smile drops when he realises what’s going on.
“that’s his daughter” rindou says
“she is” sanzu shakes his head, “disgusting pig will do anything for money, even going this far”
“is he planning to use this money to pay us back?” ran asks
“i want her” rindou says
“rin you—”
“i want her” he says more firmly, eyes never leaving her as she stands uncomfortably on stage behind the pretty glass.
he has always had a special kind of love for dolls, porcelain was his most precious treasure but he needed to have her.
“he’ll owe us” sanzu smirks, “he doesn’t know we’re here so i say we make him squirm a little”
“do your worst” mikey says dryly and leaves with ran out the back.
ran isn’t sure he wants to leave his younger brother in a room with beautiful women in glass cases but he’s never really collected humans before. perhaps he was playing around .
“number 4!” the host calls out and she feels her blood run cold. this wasn’t a nightmare. her own father was really auctioning her off to a bunch of rich people who wouldn’t even see her as a person.
she felt sick and resisted the urge to run, she knew she wouldn’t get far with the amount of guards surrounding the place and she could see a weird looking man standing nearby with a briefcase. she had a feeling there was something in there that would be used on her if she didn’t cooperate.
everything feels like a blur as the host introduces her. she can hear him speaking about her achievements, her family and where she comes from. they have no shame admitting who her father is and the old bastard has the nerve to look smug as the people in the room cheer for him.
she felt like throwing up, head a little dizzy and she realises then that he had drugged her on her way into the limo. she forces her poker face and looks straight ahead. she would not cry in front of these people and she’d never give him the satisfaction.
did her mother know what he was doing? did she go away on purpose?
she sees two men approaching her father, one with pink hair and pretty scars and another much more stoic man, his purple hair catching her eye before she looks away again.
“good evening” sanzu grins
“what—”
“don’t try anything stupid or we’ll shoot you” sanzu warns, smiling brightly.
“you sell your own child?” rindou asks, “do you have any shame?”
“it’s not what—”
“here’s what i think happened” rindou cuts him off, “you thought you’d made some money tonight, have someone have their way with her and then when you’re done paying mikey off, you get her back and act like nothing happened?”
“rich people love to throw their kids in therapy anyway, isn’t that right?” sanzu adds
“well tonight, things are going to go very differently” sanzu pats his back, “we are going to put in the highest bid for her”
“no please don’t do this” he begs, “she’s my only child you don’t understand”
“i didn’t ask” sanzu scoffs, “you’re just another sorry motherfucker”
“you better find another way to get the boss his money or it’s not gonna end well for your sweet little girl or your wife” sanzu whispers, “she’s in macau isn’t she?”
he swallows hard and tries his best to smile when he sees another couple walk by and greet him.
“this is what happens to people like you” rindou downs the last of his whiskey and walks towards the host.
they knew who bonten was and no one would try and outbid them.
she looked scared now that she was alone with them. she kept trying to pull her dress up despite it not revealing too much. sanzu found her to be very pretty but rindou couldn’t stop looking at her pretty brown eyes.
“what’s your name pretty girl?” rindou asks, “we’re not going to hurt you”
“y/n” she says, “why did you—”
“buy you?” sanzu asks from the drivers seat
“your father is a very bad man y/n” rindou explains, “he owes us a lot of money and tonight, he was here to sell you off to pay his debts”
her eyes widen and she allows herself to cry, covering her face as she leans against the car door. she didn’t even feel like she was in her body.
“my name is sanzu” sanzu says, “and that’s rindou, he really liked you”
“do you always do this?” she asks
“no” rindou says immediately, “in our line of work, we have different departments and we don’t deal with these things”
“but you do” y/n says, scoffing as she holds her arms around herself.
“the women who choose to work for us come on their own” sanzu says, “it’s easier than having a pimp on the streets”
“am I going to be like that?” she asks softly
“never” rindou takes her hand, “no, that’s not why you’re here”
“you’ll stay with rin for now” sanzu pulls up in front of a huge house, “his maids will assist you with whatever you need while we do our jobs”
“are you going to kill him?” she looks at rindou, “my father”
“he knew what he was getting into” rindou explains, “it’s not up to me what happens”
“it’s been a long day” sanzu yawns, “go inside and sleep it off”
“what about my cell phone?” she asks, “or my bag?”
“it’s here” rindou says, “i’ll be keeping it for now”
“as long as you behave, there’s no reason to be scared” he adds and she doesn’t say anything. she can see they both have guns and she’d rather not try her luck and when she didn’t even know where she was.
his house is huge, filled with paintings and it was almost haunting. he guides her through the house and into a large bedroom.
she feels scared and can’t help but start crying again. she didn’t want this and she didn’t want him to touch her either.
“this isn’t my room” he says, “you’ll stay here and if you need something, you’ll call for me and no one else”
“you’re not —”
“despite what people think, we’re not disgusting enough to sleep with women against their consent, go to sleep”
she’s too stunned to say anything as she walks out and locks the door. she knows her friends will be worried about her and she doesn’t even know what she’ll say to them.
she couldn’t tell them the truth, it was far too scary but she swore she saw a familiar face last night. he looked shocked to see her there.
there’s no doubt he would tell yuzuha, their relationship had improved over the years. maybe they could help her?
she cried herself to sleep that night, dreaming of running away from home, far away from the city and far away from the family she thought she knew.
“are you sure you saw her there?” yuzuha is pacing the kitchen, “this can’t be right”
“can’t we go to the police?” hakkai asks
“no” taiju says, “she wasn’t bought by some random rich guy”
“rindou won the auction” he adds and that has yuzuha panicking even more. what business did her best friend have with bonten?
“calm down” taiju says, “last night her old man sold her off, i heard he did some shady business with bonten and ran with their money.. she’s safe for now, just let me find out more before you try anything stupid”
“what will they do to her?” yuzuha asks, she’s trying to not cry but she can’t imagine anything good coming from this.
“nothing” taiju says, “they’ve never done any shit like this before, they’re playing a game and unfortunately her father got her involved”
“are you going to see them today?” hakkai asks, “maybe you could at least find out where she is”
“no promises but i can try” he sighs, “this is a lot bigger than any of us because no one crosses mikey and gets a slap on the wrist”
“he has to make an example” hakkai whispers, “even if it’s at her expense”
“I can’t promise that i’ll find anything out but trust that they won’t hurt her and y/n isn’t weak” taiju says, “let me handle this”
yuzuha nods, knowing she wouldn’t be able to do anything even if she tried to.
she wakes up a little disoriented, having fallen asleep in the red dress from the night before. she tries to remember where she is when the memories come crashing back like a wave.
she sits up fast, glancing around the otherwise empty room. the bed is huge but she can tell this room has never been used before. she doesn’t know if that makes her feel better.
the door opens and rindou enters. he’s changed from the night before and he hands her a bag with clothing and a towel.
“you can take a shower and change into something more comfortable” he says and when she finally stands, she notices the glass case to the side of the room.
“are those—”
“antiques” he grins, “i’m a .. collector”
she doesn’t know what he means by that but she can appreciate the fine china though she doesn’t know why he’d keep the tea sets locked up in a bedroom.
“you’ll come have breakfast with me once you’re ready” he says and she can tell it’s not a question.
“my phone” she says softly, “please, my friends they’ll worry”
“if you do as you’re told, you’ll get your phone back” rindou explains gently, “i don’t intend to keep you as a prisoner though you’d look beautiful all dolled up”
y/n doesn’t ask what he means by that, following him into the on suite bathroom.
“this is your bathroom” rindou smiles, “you’ll be able to get new clothes and whatever else you may need but try and run from me and i won’t be so nice”
she nods and waits for him to leave before she takes a deep breath, staring at her reflection in the mirror. her face is puffy from crying herself to sleep.
the entire night still doesn’t feel real but she can’t get the look of her fathers face out her head. her was willing to sell her off to anyone that would pay a high price to pay off his own debts. she was starting to realise she never really knew her own father.
the warm water relaxes her enough to let her guard down and she allows herself a moment to think about rindou. she didn’t understand what the man wanted from her. he didn’t want to sleep with her or maybe he did but he wasn’t going to push her.
he was being nice when he didn’t have to be. she supposes this might just be a lesson for her father or whoever else tried to cross bonten.
if she really thought about it, it might’ve been effective if she didn’t know all about bonten and the rumours she’s heard even at college.
she swallows hard. would she be able to go back to school after all this? she was sure some of the people there last night could’ve easily been parents to kids at her college and the thought has her running out the shower to throw up. her stomach was empty anyway.
“you can text your friends” rindou hands her the phone, “i don’t know what you’ll say but be careful, i don’t want to have to make an example out of your friends”
“that won’t be necessary” she says quickly, “thank you”
there are over 50 missed calls from Yuzuha alone and when she opens her text messages, she realises she doesn’t have to say a thing.
taiju was there and he told her.
she feels a knot in her stomach as she sends a quick message promising that she was fine and that she’d call whenever she could.
“what did he do?” y/n asks when she’s done drinking her juice, “my father…”
rindou sighs.
“you don’t think your father could run his business that successfully all these years without making some deal?” rindou asks, “do you remember when his business started getting successful?”
“he’s always been successful” y/n frowns, “but last year, he gave almost every single employee a bonus”
“which would’ve been bad for business if he couldn’t afford it right?” he asks and she nods slowly
“last year a friend of your fathers introduced him to my boss” rindou shrugs, “your old man had other interests outside finance”
“what do you mean?” y/n asks
“women” rindou grins
“no” she immediately shakes her head, “he wouldn’t”
“no?” rindou laughs, “and yet look where you are right now sweetheart”
she looks down at her empty plate and feels like crying again. she wasn’t sure how much more she could take before she really had a breakdown.
“don’t look so sad baby” rindou pats her head as he walks behind her, “you’re far better off with me than that old man of yours”
she doesn’t know what to believe right now but she feels too tired to argue. she just sighs and stands to take her plate but he stops her.
“how about we go for a drive hm?” he says softly, “i have some things to do for my boss but i’m all yours”
she doesn’t want to think about the shiver that runs up her spine at his words or the way he smells so good from being this close.
“okay” she finds herself agreeing. it’s not like she has anything else to do because she was off from college for a while anyway and she wasn’t even sure she wanted to go back to her old life.
a life that seemed so distant now.
“where’s my daughter” he asks, slamming his hands on the table as ran lazes in his chair.
kakucho smirks as he watches the old bastard throw a fit.
“you weren’t this concerned about her last night” ran scoffs
“i had everything under control!” he says, “i knew the buyer-”
“you’re a sick fucking man” kakucho cuts him off, “selling your kid for a night for what? so you could pay off your debts?”
“i do what i have to for my family” he says angrily
“no, you do what you have to for yourself” ran rolls his eyes, “you’ll never see her again so you better just focus on getting mikey his money or your wife won’t be getting on that plane home tomorrow night”
“she’s just starting her life” he begs, “please,i’ll do anything”
“you should’ve thought about that before you paraded her around like some pretty little prize” kakucho moves from where he had been standing.
“we’re done here” ran says dryly, “see yourself out”
“i’ll go to the cops” he threatens but they just laugh at him. they were used to empty threats.
the drive seemed to make her feel less uneasy around rindou. he wasn’t very talkative but she liked the quite anyway. she didn’t feel like talking either and when they arrived home.
he still had business to do so she found herself walking around the house. it was beautiful but she wondered how he stayed by himself aside from his maids. it felt too big and cold for just one person.
at the end of the hallway, she stumbled upon a large oakwood door. it was bigger than all the other doors. she hated how curious she was as she slowly pushed the door open.
the room was covered from top to bottom in glass. it felt as though she was intruding but she slowly entered, eyes widening in shock when she saw all the dolls.
porcelain dolls of all shapes and sizes in beautiful glass cases. she gasped when she felt someone stand behind her, her back pressed firmly against his chest.
“i see you’ve found this room” he chuckles, “beautiful isn’t it?”
she wasn’t sure she’d call it beautiful. it was a lot more scary than she’d like to admit but she was also fascinated by it all.
“why—”
“i’ve told you before, i liked to collect pretty things” he gently places a hand on her waist
“like me?” she finds herself asking despite herself.
“i’ve never collected humans if that’s what you’re asking” he laughs, “though you are very pretty and i guess last night, i found myself wanting to keep you too”
“what about now?” she turns to face him
“i don’t want to see you the same way i see these antiques” he cups the side of her face, “if your father complies, you’ll be free to go”
“and if he doesn’t?” she whispers
he just chuckles, lightly patting her cheek.
“i have to go see mikey” he smiles, “behave yourself”
“are you going to lock me in the room again?” she asks and he sighs
“no” he shakes his head, “you’re free to roam, just don’t run from me because i will find you”
“i want to see my friends” y/n says
he runs his hands through his hair.
“okay” he agrees, “but remember what i said”
“thank you” she says, sounding relieved.
“and keep your phone on” he adds and she nods
yuzuha nearly drops her glass in the sink when y/n walks into the kitchen.
“y/n?!” she grabs her into a tight hug and y/n laughs, a little startled.
“what’s going on?” yuzuha asks, “how did you—”
“you’re squeezing me” y/n pats her arm, “i’m fine, let me go so i can explain”
“is it true?” yuzuha asks, “did he do anything to you?”
“he didn’t do anything to me” y/n promises, “he let me come see you so maybe this isn’t even about me right now”
“your dad… he really did that shit?” yuzuha takes a hold of y/n’s hand
“yeah” she laughs bitterly, “it feels like a horrible joke”
“so you’re just gonna … stay?” yuzuha asks
“for now, yeah” y/n shrugs, “i think it’s better to just do what he asks”
“did you … meet them all?” yuzuha asks after a while, handing y/n a glass of water.
“no” she shakes her head, “just the brothers, their boss and sanzu”
“he gave you one of his cars?” yuzuha looks outside
“it’s probably because it’ll be easy to track me” y/n laughs, “i could still technically escape”
“so why don’t you?” yuzuha can’t help but ask
y/n doesn’t know how to answer that question so she looks down at the glass in her hands. was it weird that she felt safer in rindou’s house than her own?
“i can’t go home and he knows to look for me here” y/n shakes her head, “word would get out that i escaped and he’ll come here first”
“i also don’t know if my mother is involved or not so they could easily get her too” she adds, “it’s just better to stay with rindou, at least he’s nice”
“nice?” yuzuha huffs, “y/n don’t tell me you’re crushing”
“crushing?” y/n scoffs, “i met the guy at an auction where i was one of the prizes, it’s not exactly a meet cute situation”
yuzuha laughs. at least y/n could make light of a serious situation.
“you came back” rindou says and she’s surprised at how shocked he seems to be.
“did you think i’d run?” she asks, giving him his keys back.
“i gave you an out” he admits, “this has nothing to do with you”
“i don’t..want to go back there” she says, “my fat— that man, auctioned me off like a piece of meat.. he could do that again without hesitation”
“hey it’s okay” rindou says gently, “can i?”
she nods and he pulls her in for a hug. he pats her head gently. he wasn’t sure what he was meant to be doing. he never had this kind of intimacy with his past relationships. it was always about the sex or business, nothing more and yet here he stood comforting the daughter of the man that crossed them.
“take a nap if you need to” he tells her, “dinner will be ready later”
“thank you” she sighs
“do you want to let her go now?” sanzu smirks, “that’s interesting”
“i don’t” rindou admits, “but i didn’t think it would get like this”
sanzu laughs. it was fun seeing rindou like this. the man was never girl crazy but he had his fair share of fun but rindou haitani didn’t care for anything other than his brother and work.
“word on the street is her father hired some low life gang bangers” sanzu grins, “think he’s trying to get her back by kidnap”
“what does mikey want to do?” rindou asks
“nothing” sanzu shrugs, “we’ll wait and see what the old fucker does”
“hm” rindou nods, reaching for his drink.
“isn’t glass dolls so much easier to deal with?” sanzu asks, “they can’t talk back and they don’t cause you to feel anything”
“and you have complete ownership” he adds
“i don’t want to own her” rindou scoffs, “not in the way you think”
“you have a soft spot for the girl” sanzu laughs loudly, tipping his head back.
rindou thinks his friends is so much prettier with his mouth shut.
y/n finds it harder and harder to sleep. a week has gone by but it feels longer and there’s been no calls or texts from her mother either. she’s starting to realise they must’ve been planning this for a very long time.
how else would her father know about that type of auctions? he had to be apart of it. she feels sick to her stomach that laying down only makes her feel dizzy and nauseous.
“you’re still awake” rindou says when he sees her in the kitchen. she startles and he grins, standing next to her as she pours him a glass of wine as well.
he likes how comfortable she seems to be in his space and that could pose as a problem because how would he be fine with her leaving?
he leans closer and if she notices, she doesn’t say anything.
“you haven’t been sleeping well” he says and she sighs. it wasn’t like she could deny it.
“would you like me to keep you company?” rindou asks
“rin—”
“i’ll just lay with you until you fall asleep” he adds, “i meant what i said, i won’t touch you unless it’s what you want”
“okay” y/n nods and lets him take her hand, leading her to the room she’s been staying in.
“just close your eyes for me darling” he smiles, “you’re safe with me”
she finds that she believes him. his warm next to her and she falls asleep.
“he gave you his card to go shopping?” yuzuha laughs, “oh my”
“it’s not like that” y/n says, “i don’t have anything of my own and i don’t think i’ll get it right now”
“have you spoken to chifuyu?” yuzuha asks, “he’s been asking about you”
“i texted him this morning” y/n shrugs, “i don’t want anyone making a big deal about this right now”
y/n walks around the clothing isle to look at dresses when she feels 2 men come up behind her.
“you scream and I’ll shoot your friend” he says, “walk forward and don’t make a scene”
she swallows hard and nods quickly. she doesn’t know what’s going on, was this bonten? was this rindou’s plan all along?
she wills herself not to cry as she walks out the store, she doesn’t look back even when she hears yuzuha call after her.
her phone vibrates in her pocket but she knows she can’t reach for it. none of this feels real.
“your fathers been expecting you y/n” the other man says, “get into the car”
father?
when she gets inside the black suv, she feels like throwing up. her father looks far too pleased to see her and he takes her hand and squeezes.
“you’re safe now dear, don’t cry anymore”
she hates him.
“i didn’t know who else to call” yuzuha cries, “one moment we were shopping the next she’s walking out the store with two men dressed in black suits”
taiju looks over at mikey who clenches his jaw. he looks angry, this wasn’t them.
“what’s going on?” yuzuha asks, “is this her father?”
“i’ll handle it” rindou says
“rindou” mikey says but rindou ignores him
“i said i’ll handle it” rindou walks out with ran following close behind.
“you aren’t hurt, are you?” her father asks but she doesn’t answer him. she won’t even look at him as the guards force her to sit down in his office.
he dismisses them and he sighs.
“you need to understand that i do what i must to take care of our family” he says
“you do what you must to take care of yourself” y/n scoffs, “you’re disgusting”
“you say that but i did everything for you” he laughs, “how else would you have everything you’ve ever wanted?”
“your mother was too soft on you” he adds dryly, “this was character building and you’ll do right to remember everything i do for you”
“what—”
“you’ll do as you’re told” he cuts her off, “i have spoken to a friend in italy and his son is around your age”
“excuse me?” y/n widens her eyes, “you’re still trying to sell me off?”
“don’t be so dramatic” he rolls his eyes, “it’ll be a legal marriage”
“i hate you” y/n stands and tries to leave but he grabs her arm.
before she can yank her arm away or scream, the sound of gun shots rings loud outside. she can hear the commotion and shouting before her father knocks her out.
the last thing she hears is the sound of the door opening and another gunshot.
her head is spinning when she opens her eyes. she feels the softness of her pillows and she’s got a cold cloth on her forehead.
“y/n?” rindou whispers
he dims the lights when she squints, sitting up slowly. she looks around the room and she feels herself crying.
“hey, it’s okay baby it’s just me” rindou sits beside her and she moves closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“it’s okay, you’re okay now” he says softly, “he’ll never hurt you again”
“did you…” she trails off
“i wanted to but i didn’t” rindou admits, wrapping his arms around her, “i did shoot him in the arm but he’ll be fine”
“he wanted to send me to italy” she sniffs, “he was never worried about me”
“i’m sorry” rindou says because he doesn’t know what else to say. he wasn’t good at comforting people but he’d try for her.
“do you want —”
“please just… kiss me” she says, “i want to be distracted for a while”
“your adrenaline is high” he pats her head, kissing her cheek, “you don’t want this”
“rindou i’m not a child” she frowns, “i want this”
“how long?” he asks
“when you stayed with me the other night” she says, “i think i started liking you before then but i do”
“this situation isn’t exactly ideal” he sighs
“i don’t remember a time where a situation was ideal in my life” she scoffs, “especially after everything he said to me”
she did feel like her life was a lie, everything until now.
“rin” she whispers and he caves, leaning in to kiss her softly. he’s been thinking about this since the first night he saw her but it was so much better.
her tiny gasps and the way she wraps her arms around his neck makes him feel dizzy.
he pushes her gently onto the bed and she’s never been more happier to be wearing a skirt. it’s a pretty skirt that rindou had complimented her on.
“so fucking beautiful” he groans, spreading her legs further to fit himself in the middle.
she was far pretty than any doll he’s ever collected and her skin was soft and warm. she was real and all his.
“tell me what you want baby” he grins, “I’ll give you whatever you want”
“i just want you” she smiles shyly up at him and he’s imagined this moment far too often to ruin it.
“you have me” he smirks, running his fingers up her thigh before he reaches her panties.
“lift your hips” he playfully hits her thigh, “i’ll make you feel real good”
she does as she’s told and the next moment she finds herself flipped over onto her stomach. he doesn’t give her a moment to breathe before he slips his middle finger into her pussy.
she whines and he bites back a loud groan. she was so tight and wet, he needed to keep his composure because he had no desire to hurt her.
not unless it’s what she wanted and since this would be the first of many, he planned to make her remember this moment forever.
“so good” y/n moaned when she felt him add a second finger. he leaned down to bite down on her ass before kissing his way between her pretty legs.
“such a pretty pussy” he moans before he slips his tongue between his fingers.
she cries out, arching her back and he uses his free hand to spank her. he then grips her firmly so she can’t move away and begins a slow rhythm of eating her out and fingering her open.
“want more rin” she slurs, “please”
she's never been this open during sex, has never felt this good before and she knows she doesn’t want the feeling to go.
“so impatient” he chuckles but he’s already undressing. he wants to take his time with her but he can feel how hard he is and he knew he’d have enough time to explore.
right now, she wanted him and he’d be the perfect distraction for her.
“spread your legs a little more sweetheart” he says, rubbing his tip through her folds before pressing into her.
she bites down onto the pillow and he smirks. he knew he was big and thicker than most. this wasn’t the first time he’s had sex but he’s never had feelings for anyone before now and he feels lightheaded when he finally bottoms out.
“fuck” he grunts, “shit baby, keep still for me”
he could use the excuse that he just wants her to get used to the feeling but he’s the one that needs a moment. he didn’t want to embarrass himself but she felt so good around him that he couldn’t resist thrusting forward.
her moans are so pretty and she’s not shy to call his name over and over again.
“that’s it pretty girl” he says, “it’s all yours”
he feels her squeezing and clenching around him and it’s so hot and sticky that he can’t help but pull back a little to stare down at where he’s fucking into her.
they needed to be careful and they did have a lot to talk about but that could all wait.
“god baby, fuck yourself back on my dick” he groans, throwing his head back.
talking could wait, he wanted to focus on her and only her.
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my heart aches for you, cutie pie - bonten rindou haitani x reader
"I love you.." Bonten Rindou kept saying, his lips curled within every word. His smile, so suffocating and intoxicating that you could barely breathe in the bed with him. His long pinkish-purple hair sways back as his soft, tender lilac-violet eyes pierce through your soul with righteousness, a righteousness that you belong here, with him.
Bonten Rindou just kept cuddling you, he kisses you and smiles. He was such a soft but demanding guy, as he wants to make love to you tonight. He's missed you, and his heart ached for you to come home after working abroad. "I've missed you..." Rindou reassured, whispering into your ear as he's been desperately waiting for his beloved Y/N while they were abroad working.
Bonten Rindou slowly comes on top of you, kissing you, pleasurely gnawing at your face at that, as he wraps his arms and shoulders around your neck as his muscular abs consume your face, the smell of sweet bliss. "You're my cutie pie~" Bonten Rindou whispered, as you watch him slowly take off his shorts, only wearing his underwear.
You can't help but admire his muscular bod, as you caress your hands against his body. Making Bonten Rindou smirk and laugh as you pathetically were mesmerized by the sight of him on top of you. "Like it?~" Bonten Rindou winked and smirked, he can tell you were getting heated and lost in the moment. And what more can you say?
Now you and Bonten Rindou were both nude, his enormous cock needy for you, his love ready to shine a light upon your caring nature and your loving body, as his cock gets swallowed up in between your walls, making you and Bonten Rindou let out a loud groan. Bonten Rindou caressed your face and kissed you on the cheek. "Shhh.. my Y/N~ I won't go too easy on you~" He growled, as he starts to pound, slamming his cock down your walls making groans.
"My cutie pie~" Bonten Rindou would smirk after each thrust makes you hallucinate in pleasure, drowning you in euphoria as he chuckles at your face, eyes rolled back, back arched, just ready for the ultimate pleasure he's going to give you. Bonten Rindou pounds again, slamming his entire length and girth inside you, balls deep in your walls as he groans and growls, his eyes watching every move of his cock going in and out of you as he goes insane in your hole.
"FUCK Y/N!~" Bonten Rindou would yell out as his hand covers his face as he kept thrusting, holding your waist with one hand as he just kept thrusting. Bonten Rindou can be soft mostly, but in the bed, he's going to be your wolf in the sheets. The scent of his essence just pounding right inside you just makes you so warm and so hot that you just can't help but moan and yelp every time he would thrust so hard inside your hole.
"I'm going to stretch you out Y/N!~" Bonten Rindou smirked, pounding you harder and faster as his balls would constantly slam you making you feel all kinds of shit that you'd never experience before. "You feel so fucking good Y/N~ So fucking goooooood...~" Bonten Rindou would chuckle, as his short breaths get louder as his cock would constantly slam into you, he was in pleasure that's for sure.
Bonten Rindou would grab you by your waist, gripping you with his two hands as he goes deeper inside of you. "My cutie pie~ My Y/N!~" Bonten Rindou would yell out, as he pounds right through you, fucking your holes, stretching you out as you feel every ounce of love within each and every thrust. Being so fucking close as Bonten Rindou picks up his pace, going faster and faster, his shaft unraveled in your gummy tight walls, his tip hitting your favorite spots, reaching your brink.
Bonten Rindou starts going even faster until. "FUUUUCK!~" A huge groan escaped out of his lips as he pumps his hot and sticky cum inside you, filling you up, making you feel so hot and warm as you scream out in pleasure. "I want to serenade you with pleasure~" Bonten Rindou whispered in short breaths, panting from pumping his load deep inside your hole.
You were now mindlessly riding his cock, slamming and crushing his ballsack as you bounce up and down his cock. Bonten Rindou moaning and growling as he pulls you to him, marking your neck as you'd moan out in pleasure. "MY CUTIE PIE! MY Y/N!~" Bonten Rindou had waited for this, waited for his cock to fuck you up the moment you arrived back with him.
His cock was so fucking good, you need to put a ring in it, the way he serenades you with pleasure, drowns you with euphoria, clears your mind with pleasure, cleanses your body with the pains and pleasure of your hole just makes you love him to a new high. Which is exactly what you had to show him tonight.
You bounce heavy down his cock, making his toes curl as you moan out his name, Bonten Rindou moaning yours too. "Y/N!~~ OOOOOOHHHH Y/N!~" Bonten Rindou would kiss harder against your neck, marking you even more. "I'LL MARK THAT BODY UP!~" Bonten Rindou growled, as you kept bouncing on his cock, reaching deeper and making his cock so tight and snug under your walls it drives both insane.
Bonten Rindou started to yell out. "OH FUCK!~ Y/N!~" Bonten Rindou grabs your face, forcing you to look at his piercing eyes as you ride his cock more harder and faster. "I'M GOING TO!~" Bonten Rindou starts to groan out as he sprays his cum deep inside of you. "FUUUUUCK!~" He kept moaning out, as he pumps more inside you. Showering you with euphoria.
The night ended with even more cuddles, as Bonten Rindou is with you on the bathtub, showering with you as he wraps his arms around your neck. "I love you Y/N~" He'd whisper so carelessly in love in your ear. And that was the time you knew, you knew you'd be in his arms, safe from everything. His grip gets tighter as he smirks. "Don't ever leave me, okay cutie pie?~" Bonten Rindou chuckles.
"Okay..." You say, dazed from the fuck session you and him had.
"Good Y/N~" Bonten Rindou smirks as he enwraps your lips with a kiss in the bathtub, forever cementing your love for him forever.
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A Little Push
Pairing: Rindou x Reader
Genre: Pure fluff
Warnings: Strong language, slight suggestiveness, Ran being a menace to Rindou
Synopsis: It’s obvious to Ran that you and his younger sibling have feelings for each other, so he decides to invite you over for a movie night. However, he has other plans for the two of you besides watching a movie...
A/N: Here’s a little fluff with our shy cutie rin rin <333 Enjoy!
“Would you two cut it out, I’m trying to watch the movie!” You whine, pausing the tv as you shoot a glare towards the two brothers who were currently tangled with one another on the floor, blatantly trying to strangle one another. Ran had invited you to come over for a movie night with him and Rindou, thinking it was a good idea to get together and hang out for the weekend. You immediately agreed, since it had been a while since the three of you had spent time with each other due to the oddly high demand of time from their jobs. But more importantly, you saw it as a chance to spend time with Rindou. “What’s wrong rin rin, having trouble~?” the older haitani teased, easily pinning Rindou into a chokehold with a shit-eating smirk plastered on his face. “Fuck off!” the younger hataini grunts, despite being in the unfavorable position he was forced in. “Hmmm, and here I thought you were better than this. Are you really planning on losing to your big brother in front of a girl?” However, the older haitani had a way of meddling with his brother most of the time, while you were the peacemaker for the two. So it wasn’t a surprise when he got in the way of you trying to spend time with his younger brother. “Before you two go back to killing each other,” you sigh exasperatedly, fishing out your phone, “could one of you guys tell me the wifi password? I need to check on Teddy” “Check on who?” Rindou pipes up. “She’s talking about her boyfriend~,” Ran coos, harshly ruffling Rindou’s purple and blue locks. “Can it, Haitani,” you glare at the lanky male, before shooting a soft expression towards Rindou’s questioning stare. “I’m talking about my dog.” The flush in Rindou’s cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed by the older sibling, so he takes it upon himself to tease his poor brother a little more. “Oh? Rin, who did you think she was talking about?” Rindou groans, struggling to wriggle out of his brother’s hold, as he fights the warmth that continues to grow on his face. “S-shut up!” “By the way, you needed the password y/n?” Ran asks, throwing a nonchalant smile your way. “Yeah if you don’t mind?” you asked, offering your phone over to the purple-haired male. He shakes his head in decline, “no need for me to put it in, it’s pretty easy,” he smiles slyly, casting a mischievous glance to his wide-eyed brother. “Ran don’t you fucking-” “It’s y/n Haitani.” You froze, returning a questioning stare towards a mortified Rindou who was left on the floor, while his brother dashes off upstairs, leaving the both of you alone. “I-um, I-I can explain! I just..well-,” you couldn’t help the goofy smile that spread across your slightly lit face as you watched your childhood crush struggle to explain himself. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were glad Ran was such a cheeky bastard to his brother. Shaking your head you make your way over and knelt down in front of the rambling younger brother, who was too caught up in his explanation to even recognize your presence. How cute. Without a second thought, you cup his face with both hands, and quickly silenced him with a gentle kiss, slowly molding your lips with his own. For a moment, you didn’t feel him return the kiss and slowly pulled away, only to be forcefully pulled back. Rindou snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you closer as he cradles your neck, once again bringing your soft lips to meet his own. He licks the bottom of your lip, silently asking for entrance, and you oblige, allowing him to deepen the kiss further and letting him explore your mouth that he had craved for years to taste. Unfortunately, due to the lack of oxygen, you're forced to end the small makeout session as you gently squeeze Rindou’s shoulder, signaling him to let you breathe. He pulls back, slightly nibbling on the bottom of your lip before letting you go to admire your flushed features and your bruised lips as you take the opportunity to catch your breath. He brings a finger under your chin, and turns your gaze back up to him. “I love you Rindou Haitani, “ you confess, slightly breathless from his soft gaze. Returning your smile he says, “And I love you too, f/n l/n.”
Meanwhile:
“So, how did your little plan go?” yawned Kakucho from the other end of the call, “did your attempt to play cupid work?” he asks. “You act as if I’m not doing him a favor,” Ran feigns offense, “besides I don’t want my brother to die alone~that’s too cruel.” “I can see why Rindou hates you.” Kakucho bluntly states. “Excuse me,” Ran gasps, almost taking what his fellow co-worker said to heart, despite it being the truth. “Don’t be so cranky just because you don’t have a love life. I should set you up with someone too~,” Ran muses at his tired friend. “I’ll shoot you if you do.” Kakucho groans. “Your loss, buddy,” Ran retorts, “But if you must know, it didn’t take long for those two to confess,” he smirks, “by the time I went to go check on them, they were already suckin’ each other’s faces off,” he cackles, smiling proudly to himself at the “good deed” he did for his brother. It was no secret to him that you and Rindou were crushing on each other. He always teased Rindou, and kept urging him to make a move on you, but Rindou was stubborn and, in his book, too much of a pussy to admit he had feelings for you. So, if his little brother couldn’t do it, he’d do it for him. And lo and behold, his plan had successfully exceeded his own expectations. Little does Rindou know, this won’t be the last of Ran’s plots. After all, it’s his job as the older brother to give his younger sibling the little push he needs, whether he likes it or not.
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Hi I was wondering if you could write a fic where reader is bontens driver, like she takes them from point A to B and back. Soooo she has been working that job for about 8 months and she was assigned to go collect rin and when he gets in the car straight up starts to check out reader and when they arrive at rins place he offers her to come inside but she refuses multiple times before she actually agrees and when they reach in the house they drink and then fuck and reader ends up staying the night. And in the morning reader feels sore all over and can't walk so rin has to help her with morning tasks and when its about 8:00 and time to leave for work reader can't go cuz she can't walk or drive so has to stay at rins house for the day while he goes to work but when he opens the door Sandy is outside and sees reader and put 2 & 2 together and end it however.(I'm literally solo sorry that it's this long so if u ignore it I understand)
𝔗𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔇𝔯𝔦𝔳𝔢...
𝘚𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘈𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭, 𝘙𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺, 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘗𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘓𝘢𝘮𝘣, 𝘛𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘹 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨.
(𝘡𝘦𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦: 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘳𝘦-𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. <3)
Being bontens driver or "taxi" in a way was a weird first job right? It was more concerning, driving around Tokyo's #1 criminals who were high and drunk most times, but they paid you well and were surprisingly respectful, well some. The only real issue with the job you chose was the late night calls, having to quickly wake yourself up and rush out to door to pick up whoever called you, tonight was exactly the same.
Getting awoken to your phone ringing on the nightstand, already knowing what was happening just telling Rindou to text you the details while you got ready. Thankfully it only takes you around 5 minutes to get dressed, hair brushed and something to drink before your heading out and picking up rindou from his current mission. Taking notice of the blood on his suit and face once he got in the car "Thanks for picking me up, bunny." It was like rindou knew exactly how to tease you, he did it so confidently too, no shame as he said it. "Just doing my job" was all you could muster, while noticing how rindous eyes looked over your body, a hint of hunger and lust.
The car ride felt like it lasted years even though it was only a 20 minute drive, getting rindou home and helping him make sure he had everything was a simple task, now all you wanted was to go home and gain back to sleep youd lost, even rindou noticed how tired you had become. "Why don't you just stay with me tonight? I'll let you have my bed" Rin offered, leaning against the car door, his head laying against his arms, liliac eyes watching you decline his offer, "Scared the big bad wolf will get you, little lamb?". Rindou teased pushing you over the edge to accept his offer and just go with him.
Surprisingly for someone who lived alone in a penthouse, rins home was extremely clean and smelled strangely like cinnamon. "Make yourself at home, love." As strange as it felt to find yourself in rindous home, it felt comforting. Rindou returned with two glasses of whiskey, setting one down on the glass table in front of you, taking a spot on the couch next to you sipping on his whiskey. "I don't think we've talked much outside of work, strange isn't it? You're a cute little thing."
After only a few drinks, you and rindou went from small conversation that was a bit awkward to flirting back with each other like it was nothing. Blame it on the alcohol but the ache between your legs had only gotten worse with each passing minute, Rindous hand rubbing up against your thigh didnt help either, it was like rin knew you wanted him but he just wanted to tease you. It was awful but you couldn't go for your co-worker, right? Maybe breaking the rules just once could be nice. You're not even sure how you two suddenly went from the livingroom to rindous bedroom but you couldn't conplain when rindou started undressing, leaving just his boxers on, Rin throwing a pair of boxers and a shirt. Rindou knew what he was doing, having you change in front of him without having a room to hide in, now having to share a bed with him the world was on rindous side today.
The moment you laid by rindou, his arms already found their way around your waist, pulling you closer to him his bulge pressing up against your ass, cologne filling your nose while rindou ever so slightly pushed himself closer to you, his lips quickly attacking your neck Rindous hands lingering from your stomach, inching down towards your panties, making quick work to slide them down your thighs, rin freezing his cock from his boxers, hand sliding down into your panties, rins index finger rubbing small circles on your clit. Your moans immediately went straight to rindous cock, making his lust for you worse.
"Think you can handle the tip, bunny?" Rin teased nibbling on your ear, chuckling at your little whimpers. "I promise to be gentle with you, little lamb." Rindou whispered in your ear sliding the tip of his cock inside, groaning in your ear, his hand gripping onto your thigh pushing it further up as his pace quickened, pushing his cock deeper inside your gummy walls. The tip of his cock kissing up against your cervix with every thrust. Your body felt like it was on fire, every thrust felt like rindou was going to break you in half but it felt too good to even begin to beg rin to stop, Every thrust rindou kept stretching you out.
"Fuck bunny, keep squeezing me like that and you're gonna make me cum. You'd like that wouldn't you? The thought of me breeding you, making you mine only, turning you on, dove?" His words went straight to your core, your mind going blank as your orgasm was all your body cared about. Rindou smirking as you creamed around his cock, feeling his own orgasm washing over him, rin buring his face near your neck, biting down near your neck giving you a hickey while his cum spills inside you. "Hopefully this can satisfy you for tonight. We don't want anything spilling out now do we?"Rindou hummed, pulling your panties off your legs throwing them across his floor before cuddling up with you.
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"You better die after me"
Characters: Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani and Sanzu Haruchiyo.
MASTERLIST | Open Requests!
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Ran Haitani
"You better die after me" Ran says suddenly, watching Y/n make their lunch.
"What are you talking about silly?" Y/n says laughing.
"I know I'm kind of stupid sometimes-"
"Sometimes?" Y/n interrupts Ran, causing him to snort, and pull her onto her lap.
"I need you to know I mean it when I say I'm not going to live a life without you in it." Ran says kissing Y/n's cheek.
"Rindou wouldn't like to hear that."
"Oh come on, you know he likes you more than me." Ran says making Y/n laugh.
He watches her smile with hearts in her eyes.
"Please let me die first."
"Alright, stop saying those things Ran!
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Rindou Haitani
"Woman!" Rindou says entering their shared room.
"What was Haitani Two?" Y/n responds without looking at her husband, still making the bed.
"You better-" He stopped as soon as he understood what she had said. "What did you call me?"
"Haitani two" Y/n says smiling innocently at husband.
"For the sake of our marriage, I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that."
"Right, and why did you look so angry?"
"Oh right...You better die after me!"
"Than you -" Rindou interrupts his wife holding her face and kissing her nose.
"I couldn't bear to see you go, so obey my order, and don't die before me!" Before his wife can answer, Rindou kisses her mouth.
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Sanzu Haruchiyo
"Where is your lady, Sanzu?" Ran asks teasing Sanzu.
Yes, he knows that the best way to tease this maniac is by talking about his lady.
"She's home, safe at home." Sanzu responds without looking at Ran.
"How are you so sure she's safe?" Rindou says, making Sanzu look at him.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Sanzu gets up, facing Rindou.
"Calm down Sanzu, they're just being idiots." Kakucho says rolling his eyes.
The Haitani brothers laugh and go back to talking normally, but Sanzu can't stop thinking about what Rindou said.
He steps away from the group and, with trembling hands, dials his number, which he has memorized.
"Come on, fuck, pick up, please." he says as he hears it call three times.
"Hi love"
Sanzu closes his eyes relieved to hear his girlfriend's voice.
"Damn it, for the good of society You better die after me."
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you’re all i need. ♱ // repost from wakashawty
♱ CONTENT WARNING . . fem!reader, bonten timeline, smut, unprotected sex, backshots, creampie, shower sex, oral ( m receiving ), marijuana use, use of pet names.
♱ PAIRING . . ran x reader, rindou x reader and sanzu x reader ( separately )
RAN HAITANI. ♱
your pouty lips wobbled as ran’s hips slammed into your ass cheeks. his palm pressing against your spine as you arched your back so perfectly for him. he can’t help but to slow his strokes, lean down and kiss your spine. “so pretty.. fuck.” he mumbles between kisses.
your fist squeeze the sheets for dear life as his cock slowly drags against your spongy walls, your pussy clenching around him so tightly. “ran, you’re s’deep..” you whimpered into the mattress, you swear you can feel him in your throat.
suddenly ran grabs a fistful of your hair, raising you up against his tatted chest and kisses your jaw and neck while he’s giving you the deadliest slowest strokes. “mmph— ran, m’gonna cum! m’cummin!” you sobbed, falling apart completely against him.
it’s not regularly that ran gets to see you like this.. working for the largest organization in the country isn’t for the weak. he’s rarely home and when he is, you’re melting in his hands exactly like you are now. he really needed this, needed you.
“hm, yeah? that’s it..” ran coos, smashing his lips against yours like a sudden wave, “cum on what’s yours, baby.”
RINDOU HAITANI. ♱
you’re a mess, completely spent as rindou has you pinned up against the marble wall of your shared shower. “rinnn— mmh, fuck!” you moaned, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck as his strong arms hold your legs up.
squelching sounds along with the water drops from the shower are heard throughout the bathroom. rindou’s fat cock slides in and out of your sloppy wet pussy as luke warm water hits both of your bodies. your still so sensitive from your previous orgasms, but he just keeps going.. “shiiit— pretty.” rindou grunts in your ear, “yer’ fuckin’ pussy was made for me!” he says as his dick twitches, spraying his warm seed inside of your walls once more.
naked and wet.. fuck, you’re so beautiful like this and it’s all for him. he’d rather come home to see you like this every night because he knows he can bury his sins in you and you’ll accept them wholeheartedly.
you’re an angel sent from above just for him.
HARUCHIYO SANZU. ♱
“haru..” you whisper, stroking his hard length with your hands and giving his blushing tip subtle licks.
sanzu inhaled the smoke of his blunt.. looking at you with half lidded eyes as he lays back on your shared bed, watching your mouth get to work. he blows the smoke through his nostrils, “pretty ass lips, shit..” he mutters, putting the blunt back up against his lips.
your lips curled up into a smile before spitting on his dick and taking him whole. your head goes up and down while you massages his balls. sanzu puts his hand above your head, guiding you. “fuck, that’s it.. you’re taking me so well, babygirl.” he praises, throwing his head back against the headboard.
you released his cock with a pop, spit falling from your mouth and onto his cock, stroking it; giving off squelching sounds. you begin teasing the slit on his tip, you know it’s sensitive so your tongue swirls around it and over it. sanzu buckled his hips up, the sensation of your warm tongue getting too much for him.
“f-fuckk, baby.. shit!” he curses as he busts all on your pretty face. you happily lick it off around your lips with a smile, “you know, i could’ve swallowed it if you would’ve been a little more patient.” you said, your lashes batting up at him as you continue to stroke his dick with your hand.
he honestly doesn’t deserve you.. you’re too good for him, but he doesn’t know what he’d do without you. you are his high.. no marijuana or pills could ever get him as high as you do.
“fuck, babygirl.. you’re just so good to me.” he says as he takes another puff of his blunt.
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— 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 (𝐡𝐜𝐬)
INCLUDES | toman members [mentioned: draken, hakkai, mitsuya, pah-chin, peh-yan, takemichi, kazutora, chifuyu, baji.], bonten members [mentioned: takeomi, koko, kakucho, sanzu, ran and rindou haitani]
NOTE | headcanons for toman are set in the final timeline! everyone is in their mid/late 20s, happy & alive :) | request
— TOMAN.
When Mikey shows up with a pregnant lady at his side, most of the gang is stunned into silence. Curious gazes are exchanged, then everyone start whispering among each other, trying to make sense of the situation.
At first, nobody really connects the dots. They all assume you must be a friend in need or someone Mikey found and decided to help. They imagine that Mikey took you under his wing and promised to keep you safe – which would explain why he brought you here. Typical Mikey.
Imagine the absolute whiplash when Mikey starts the meeting by introducing you as his wife.
For some of them (especially Draken), it's kind of a hard pill to swallow.
A wave of realization hits him hard and he suddenly feels like he never really knew Mikey after all. His best friend, whom he hangs out with pretty much every day and has been looking after his whole life, has been married this entire time? He can't help but wonder how he missed all the signs and feels a mixture of emotions as he tries to process those unexpected layers of Mikey's life that he never knew existed.
But once he starts to grasp the reasons why Mikey did it, he begins to feel better about it.
He knows that Mikey has always been a responsible and thoughtful young man. The fact that he kept his wife hidden from the gang because he knew your presence might've made you a target for rival gangs or enemies seeking to exploit the slightest vulnerability in his life only made Draken more admirative of Mikey.
Over time, everyone in Toman gets accustomed to the situation and they all grow closer to you, much to Mikey's delight.
Hakkai has yet to get used to seeing you around all the time, but he tries his best. He really likes you and tries not to freeze completely when you talk to him. It's not easy for him, but he does manage to get a few words out when you start a conversation. It's cute to see him make the effort and face his shyness just to be able talk to you.
Baji and Chifuyu are like your personal bodyguards. They treat you like a younger sibling, always looking out for you and stealing you from Mikey to hang out or help with shopping for the baby.
As for Mitsuya, he'll put all his energy into making his own unique pieces of clothing for the baby. Before your child is even born, he's is already envisioning the most adorable designs to keep the little one cozy and stylish at all times. He'll design all sort of cute outfits, knit baby blankets, baby booties, and maybe even craft some nursery decor, because why not.
Everyone quickly realizes that you are an essential pillar of support for Mikey and they, too, end up finding comfort in your presence.
In moments of stress and anxiety, you always know how to calm them down. A gentle touch on the shoulder or a quick pep talk is all it takes to ease the burden from their shoulders. It's as if you have this innate sense of knowing when people need support the most, and you're always there to lend a listening ear or a shoulder to lean on.
You've practically become Kazutora's best friend and confident, and he often seeks your advice on important decisions. Your bond with him runs deep, forged through shared experiences and the understanding that you have for each other. He knows that you genuinely care about his well-being and will always have his best interests at heart.
After the baby's arrival, Pah-Chin and Peh-Yan turn into the typical pair of bickering uncles, always competing to hold the baby first (because of course, everyone gets to hold your baby at least once a day).
One day, their playful argument escalates and their voices disturb the baby's peaceful sleep, leading to Mikey landing a friendly kick on them, while Draken settles to giving them a rather harsh slap on the back of the head.
In the midst of the chaos, Takemichi eventually gets the privilege of holding the baby first. You could tell he was practically dying to ask, but simply didn't dare to.
You share a special connection with all of Mikey's friends, like a close-knit found family, and each of them wholeheartedly reciprocates your affection.
— BONTEN.
When Mikey holds a meeting to introduce his pregnant partner, the news doesn't really come off as a shock to anyone. Everyone in Bonten is used to sleeping around, and, well, they know that accidents can happen.
Mikey decided to be responsible and keep a prostitute and her baby? Okay, good for him. Maybe not the best decision, but that's none of their business.
What genuinely shocks them however, is finding out that you and your baby are actually far from being a mere accident or casual fling gone wrong.
In fact, you've been Mikey's wife for a little over a year now, and the main motivation behind his decision to introduce you to his gang is to ensure your safety at all times. He can't risk an enemy finding out about you before his allies do, especially now that you're pregnant.
They're not exactly thrilled by the idea of playing babysitter for their boss - but they quickly get used to having you around. (It's not like they have much of a choice anyway)
Takeomi handles you like literal porcelain. He doesn't leave your side, always following you around to make sure you don't trip, fall down the stairs or hurt yourself in any way shape or form.
His attentiveness is primarily driven by your position as the boss's wife rather than personal affection or genuine concern for you, though. He's just doing his job, knowing that any harm happening to you while he's in charge of watching you will result in him getting reprimanded by Mikey. You're a very nice woman, but he'd rather be tasked with more important business - hence the constant huffs and sighs when he's around you.
Koko, on the other hand, grows particularly fond of you and buys pretty much everything you need for yourself and the baby. Whether it be clothes, plushies, furniture for the nursery or your weird pregnancy cravings, he'll get you anything you desire. This baby is going to be spoiled rotten whether you like it or not. (Mikey complains about it more than you do)
Similarly, you and Kakucho develop a significant bond over time, the third-in-command becoming almost like an older brother to you. Among the gang, he stands out as the friendliest and least intimidating, Introducing a comforting and accessible presence in your life, something you've been missing for a while. Although you love Mikey dearly, being his wife presents its own set of difficulties and often leaves you feeling isolated.
Sanzu mostly minds his own business. He does his job and keeps an eye on you, but he has too much respect for Mikey to even consider befriending you. He wouldn't want his boss to get the wrong idea.
He mostly leaves the wifesitting job to the others, preferring to stay by Mikey's side and obey his more thrilling orders.
(And let's be honest, you're not complaining)
The Haitani brothers aren't big on befriending, and yet from time to time they'll buy some stuff for your baby, like little shoes or plushies. (That's mostly Rindou's doing, as he tends to be friendlier than his older brother).
When you find yourself alone at home, they're usually the ones assigned to stay by your front door, ensuring your security.
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Average day at the Haitani house
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"Comfort day with cup of coffee"
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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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DISAPPEARING ACT . rindou often disappears for weeks at a time, showing up at home as if it's nothing. a brief exchange triggers a factory reset in him, but you're not as open to it as he expected you to be...
prompt used "better than me disappearing for good. / is it?"
with married!rindou + fem!reader
warnings cursing. a lot of cursing. angst? rindou is an idiot and possessive.
you never got to see your husband anymore. so much so that you considered the chance of it happening next to nothing. you knew what you were getting into being in an relationships with him; lots of meetings and flights to other cities all meant extended time away from home.
you would've been a little more forgiving had he chosen to tell you these things. but no. morning after morning, you wake up to him gone without a trace, without consideration for how you feel. was he alive? was he with someone else? did he not care enough to call or even send a text?
it was as if you lived alone, and a stranger crashed at your place every once in a while. and while you shared polite exchanges, no amount of small talk could overshadow how bleak your marriage was.
it was eleven days before he showed up again. you were, surprisingly, awake when he returned. he was perfectly groomed, albeit a little jaded, but still regarded you with the same coldness you endured since he started leaving. you missed the warmth of your younger days, where he would hold you close and reassure you that you were meant for each other for life.
you decided today was as good a day as any. heck, he even might be gone tomorrow and it would be like you didn't say anything.
"i'm tired of you disappearing for days and then coming back like it was nothing." you said plainly.
he slipped out of his shoes, looking down at you. rolling his eyes lightly but sighing heavily, he started to pull off his tie. "better than me disappearing for good."
a wry smile spread on your face. oh, if he only knew. "is it?"
those two words sent an arrow straight through his heart.
rindou was silent, pretending as if he didn't hear what you just said. but when you scoffed and walked away, he knew it was too real for him to overlook.
"you don't mean that." it was less of a question and more of a please, don't mean it.
you shrugged and went back to your phone, too benumbed to even look at him.
he stared at you, utterly confused as to how to tackle this. "y/n." he said firmly.
you slowly raised your head to meet his eyes, void of any care. "what?"
"i said, you don't mean that." he stood like a tree in the middle of the living area, palms growing sweaty. he loved you. he couldn't lose you, not when you both went through so much to get here.
"don't i?" you responded, placing your phone beside you. not like i see you anymore, anyway. what's the difference?
"stop fucking talking like that and answer me." he snarled. you rolled your eyes, rising to your feet.
"look, rin. who the fuck cares what i think or say? certainly not you." you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. "just—just forget i said anything." you turned towards your bedroom. "goodnight."
wait. he lunged forward, grabbing your arm and spinning you around to face him, backing you against a wall. caging you with arms on either side of you, he stared into your soul, hoping to get some sort of reaction out of you.
you just stared back.
his heart clenched. yeah, he was away for weeks at a time. of course he didn't tell you. why would he? why would he burden you with that information?
"you really think me going away forever is better?" his voice was a whisper, but held the sharpness of a knife. "huh? you want me gone forever?"
you sighed. "i didn't say i wanted that. i just meant that, either way, it doesn't matter. going away forever, going away for weeks and weeks but only staying for a night..." your eyes met his, glossy but fierce. "it's the same to me. i don't care what the hell you do anymore, rindou. just let me go to bed."
he studied the person he truly loved for so long, wondering when it all went downhill.
you were impatient, ducking under his arms. "shit..." you cursed, rubbing the back of your neck as you walked away.
he watched you go. and he never saw you come back.
the next morning he woke up, expecting to see you in the kitchen or watching tv, but his house was empty.
"y/n?" he called out. no answer. he pulled up his phone. no texts, no calls. he bustled around the house, looking for some indication of where you went and he found nothing.
he called his brother, thinking that he was the next best person you would've gone to, but ran had no contact from you.
rindou sat on the couch, nothing to do but sit and wait. he looked around. everything was well-kept, pristine, and sanitized. it was like no one lived here at all. no one except a lonely spouse in an eternal cycle of wait for a husband that wouldn't even give them the time of day to say, i'm heading out.
i love you.
goodbye.
he leaned back, closing his eyes. he doesn't even say goodbye.
he hated himself for it.
hours passed and he didn't move from the couch. he knew you sat there for much longer, day after day, waiting for him. no wonder you were uncaring. coming home meant nothing if he would simply leave again.
then he heard the click of the door. he practically jumped off the couch, racing over to the entrance. he saw you with a couple groceries hooked on your forearms, struggling to keep the door open long enough for you to slip inside.
he rushed over. yanking the door open with such force, it slammed into the wall causing you to jump. rindou winced a little, steadying the door from swinging wildly.
you eyes met his and your face immediately scrunched with confusion. "what are you doing here?"
"well... it's my house..?" he said dumbly.
you pressed your lips into a line. "hm."
you expected me to be gone again, he thought bitterly. he cleared his throat. "let me help you with these," he alleviated the weight off your arms, bunching up a couple bags and carrying them all in one go. "you know, you could just order them for delivery."
you sidestepped him and walked to the kitchen. "why would i do that?"
"so you can have them brought to you from the comfort of your home." he responded lightly. following robotically, he was unsure where everything was supposed to be put away.
you laughed, catching him off-guard. on closer inspection, though, he knew that wasn't a genuine laugh. "rindou, do you think i want to stay in this place any more than i have to?"
you said it so casually, grabbing a bag from him and stocking the cabinets and fridges.
his stomach swirled with much more unease than he'd ever experienced on the job. it was the way you simply didn't care anymore, talking about the rift between you and him as if you were reciting the weather report.
fight me, he wanted to say. kick, yell at me, scream at me, do anything at all to show me you're upset. he knows he fucked up. you definitely know he fucked up. so why weren't you telling him that? why weren't you cursing him out for being a bad husband? your nonchalance came from a long time being cast aside, so much so that you expected it to happen; so much so that you gave up on him.
indifference was the final nail in the coffin of your marriage, and you were about to bang it shut.
he observed you, thinking about how many times you'd busy yourself with mundane errands to feel like you were living. how many times you'd come back to this flat, putting away shit you'd probably never touch. how many times you'd listen to the silence ringing off the walls.
he set the bags down and held your shoulders, turning you to face him. "i've taken the next few days off."
you smiled insincerely. "great."
rindou felt like a kid again, when he had work up enough courage to ask you out. "we... we could spend them together."
your eyes squinted. "why?"
he spluttered. "what do you mean, why?"
you swatted his hands off your shoulders. "god, i shouldn't have said anything," you mumbled. "rindou, this is just you feeling guilty because of what i said last night, okay?"
he frowned. "it's not."
your eyebrows raised as you rummaged through another grocery bag. "it is. don't pretend like you're gonna change. what did you think we were going to do—go out together? like old times, when we were happy and in love?"
his face burned. anyone else—if it were anyone else speaking so flippantly with him, he'd have them beat til they're unconscious. and past tense? when we were in love? his brain was doing backflips trying to find a way to salvage the situation. "yes."
you laughed that fake laugh again. it grated on his ears. "that's funny. i was just feeling a little vulnerable last night, is all. had a couple of drinks and maybe was feeling sentimental about the days when everything was simple."
rindou stepped closer to you, ripping the bag away from your hands and towering over you. "it is simple. we can—"
"we can't do anything." you curled your hands into fists, your voice trembling. "can you just..?" go away?
rindou's breath caught in his chest, fully anticipating another heartless laugh.
he hated it when you cried. he hated it when you were angry. he would do anything for your eternal happiness, he realized, and he'd been falling short of his promises for far too long.
rindou leaned onto the counter, bending at the waist. his hand rested on your waist and his eyes were laser focused on your expression, a confusing mix of frustration, sadness, and the will to remain emotionless.
"baby," he whispered.
"don't fucking call me baby." you hissed.
he pursed his lips, unwilling to compromise. "pretty baby. i don't wanna go on like this." his fingers brushed your cheek. "i don't want to you to be sad anymore."
"well, isn't that righteous." you rolled your eyes though your heart ached. it ached for him, for the boyfriend he was and the husband he promised to be.
he glared at you. "would you just listen?"
"no, rindou." you shoved him away from you, despite the overwhelming urge telling you to pull him in and hug him tight. "stop acting like i'm the one making things difficult. like you're being a fucking saint trying to bring us back together when the only reason we're like this is because of you." your voice became watery, growing in volume as you finally succumbed to all the hurt and pain inside you.
"i tried to be understanding." you sobbed. "i did. i tried. you have your work and i know that it's dangerous. but seriously—you promised you'd make time for me. you promised." you sniffed, rubbing tears off your cheeks, ranting without any goal in mind. "you don't even say goodbye."
he stood frozen, your emotions hitting him square in the face and leaving him dazed. it was like the only thing he could do was stand and watch.
"i didn't want to do this." you said tearfully. "i'm sorry i said anything, okay? i'm sorry. just—leave me alone."
his eyes narrowed. "never. i'm never leaving."
your glassy eyes shot up to meet his with a hard look of their own.
"i love you, y/n. and i'm never letting you go." he said firmly, stepping closer and closer to you. he was done beating around the bush; you should know that no matter how many times you push him away, he will never leave you. he'd make up for his mistakes; all you had to do was give him a chance.
you scoffed. "love? you love me?"
he caged you against the opposite counter with two arms on either side of you. "yeah. i do."
you stared up at him, tears staining your cheeks. "you're a liar."
"y/n." he growled—a warning.
"can't go back into the world having the poor little wife weighing on your conscious, is that it?" you snapped. "never stopped you before."
"y/n."
"no." you ducked under his arm, leaving the kitchen. you evaded his attempts to pull you back, running to the closet. grabbing a coat and your purse, you slipped on your shoes.
"where the fuck are you going?" rindou yelled after you. "this conversation isn't over."
"it is for me." you mumbled, throwing the front door open and ignoring the fire in the pit of your stomach. you got into your car and started it up. the garage opened at an agonizing pace, enough time for rindou to come bursting out the door. he stood at your window.
"y/n, you are not leaving. get out of the car."
"fuck off." you grit your teeth, your eyes raising to the rearview mirror to reverse. you screeched to a halt when you saw rindou's purple hair in the reflection. you gaped, rolling down your window and whipping your head to face him. "are you insane? move!"
he shook his head, standing in all his glory right behind the car. his arms were crossed and his weight rested on one hip; the picture of stubbornness. "you're gonna have to run me over."
you scoffed, laughing breathlessly at the absurd situation. "i'll call the police."
"you won't."
you grabbed your phone. "i will, don't try and stop me from leaving."
"you won't call the police, and you wanna know why?" rindou let his head fall to his shoulder. "you love me. i know you do."
you opened your mouth to retort.
"don't even try to deny it." he chuckled lowly. "you're just protecting yourself, baby. you're protecting yourself from the nightmare you call a husband, right?"
your eyes rounded, looking at him with an unreadable expression.
he walked to your side of the car, reaching through the opening to flick the window button. he slipped his hand out as it began to slowly slide back up.
"leave, then. just know i'm not going to stop my efforts to get you back." he smiled as he went back into the house.
the window closed completely.
you were brimming with annoyance, yet you couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache when you pulled out of the driveway, leaving your house—and rindou—behind.
this was so self-indulgent lol. i know they mean well, but when people apologize so quickly and with such intensity, i just get frustrated that i had to get to such a low point to see any remorse or change from them. and of course, i can't argue without crying my eyes out.
anyway, do we want a part two?
© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3
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Sleepless
Rindou Haitani x Reader
Warnings: 18+ content (allusions to sex), swearing
Description: The reader can't sleep because the Tenjiku members are being far too loud.
You had tried so hard all night not to disturb your boyfriend and his friends as they celebrated their recent successes in your lounge room, but as your eyes fluttered open for the fifth time that night, you knew you had to go and ask them to be just a tad quieter. Of course, you felt terrible because Rindou was being so considerate already. You couldn’t even hear the crappy rap music they were playing, just the echo of the bass through the walls, and both of the times that you were woken up by their chatter you heard Rindou frantically scrambling to hush them.
With a yawn and a small stretch, you pulled your throw blanket over your shoulders and shuffled across the carpet until you found your ugg boots in the complete and utter darkness. After a pained “fuck” slipped past your lips as you hit your knee on the edge of your bedframe, you slowly opened the door and stepped out into the lounge room.
It wouldn’t have taken more than a second before the boys noticed your meek, sleep-deprived frame cringing at the power of the lights while your eyes took their time to adjust. Most of them were strung out across the three grey couches in front of the television which was tuned into an MMA fight on mute, while the younger members (that Kisaki kid, his friend Hanma, Kokonoi, and Sanzu) were awkwardly sitting around the dining table behind them. Madarame offered you a short wave to which you responded with a tired frown, then you finally caught sight of Rindou sitting in the corner of the middle couch with his hand outstretched towards you.
“Rinnie…” You whined as you made your way into his lap with his arm lazily draped over your waist. Ran, your brother-in-law for all intents and purposes, snickered at the nickname, and the tone of your voice which was laden with exhaustion.
“Sorry, did we wake you up?” Rindou asked quietly, and then turned to the rest of the group, “I told these fuckwits to keep it down.”
Rindou wasn’t ignorant of the fact that you were wearing nothing but his shirt as pyjamas, and he knew well from the night’s earlier — and more private — events that your underwear were the barely-there kind. So, he was cautious to make sure that one of his hands was sitting firmly under your bum at all times, holding the shirt against your skin.
“If you guys stayed quiet I would’ve made you pancakes for breakfast as thanks,” you teased. Mocchi’s shoulders tensed in clear disappointment at your words. While all of them were fond of your cooking, Mocchi was always the biggest eater.
You pressed your lips against Rindou’s neck while they continued their discussion. His voice vibrated into each kiss you bestowed upon his neck and collarbone with a kind of intimacy that made you feel as though you were melting into one another. After a while of this, you began to doze off, your mind stuck in the in-between state of being oddly aware of everything around you, but not quite awake.
Rindou took one glance at the state of you, nearly asleep despite the volume of the room, and hooked his arms under your thighs to carry you back to the bed you shared. He folded the throw neatly at the end of the mattress, then placed you down on your preferred side, and admired the irritated look on your face which was made possible to see by the slightly open door.
As he made a movement to leave and rejoin his friends in the lounge room, you groaned, grabbed the cuff of his shirt, and pulled him back towards you. He was much stronger than you, strong enough not to be even slightly moved by your pull, but he was never the kind of boyfriend to fight your affection. He knelt down on the floor beside you with his hand rubbing circles on your cheek, already feeling terrible about how you couldn’t get to sleep because of him and his friends.
“What’s wrong, N/n?” He said lovingly.
“Come to bed. It’s cold. I want you in here with me.” You saw how Rindou’s eyes flicked back to the light emanating from the doorway, so you pouted in the sexiest way you could given how tired you were. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
The sleeve of the shirt you were wearing had — at some point, unbeknownst to you — fallen from your shoulder to reveal the lacy strap of a new bra Rindou had bought you. It reminded him of your underwear. Of how nice it felt to take them off earlier…
“You’re too tired for any of that, babe. Just go to bed, and I’ll come join you in no time, promise,” he said as he shook the images from his mind, knowing you were one blink away from falling asleep again.
“You hate me,” you huffed, and turned away from your boyfriend before adding, “You’re just gonna end up passing out on the couch like you do every time they come here. I’m gonna wake up all alone. You’re such a bad boyfriend.”
Rindou smiled softly, “Are you trying to guilt-trip me right now?” You turned back to make eye contact with him and nodded. “Fine.”
For a moment, he disappeared into the lounge room. You could hear Ran making fun of him for being “absolutely whipped”, and Izana telling him to “man up”, but you were already beginning to feel your eyelids getting heavier, so you didn’t care much to go out and defend him. When he returned, he took off his shirt and pulled on a pair of trackpants, and then crawled into bed beside you.
Content to have gotten all you wanted from Rindou, you traced the tattoos on his torso until you were so exhausted you could no longer hold your hand up.
“I will make it worth your while,” you yawned as you rested your head on his chest and let him run his hands over your hair, “Just… In the morning when I’m rejuvenated.”
You closed your eyes and Rindou felt your heartrate slow down along with the frequency of your breaths. You were snoring ever-so-gently, and he stifled a laugh at the irony of the fact that he wouldn’t be able to get even a second of sleep because of it.
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First kiss
"Wait, really? You haven't had your first kiss yet?"
With a quick pull on your wrist, he had you sitting on his lap. His free hand immediately holding your cheek. "Let me teach you, pretty", he whispered before connecting your lips in a slow and teasing manner. Whispering instructions here and there while sometimes chuckling at you frustration.
Fair enough, he made it quite hard for you. Always pulling away when it was going well, teasingly hovering his lips over yours, barely touching to make you chase his lips. "Only because you're inexperienced doesn't mean imma make it easy for you, sweets, you gotta earn it."
But after some minutes of frustrated sighs and grunts from you, he decided to finally give in. His lips pressing to yours passionately, his hand moving from your cheek to your neck, applying slight pressure to make sure you know you're his. "That's it." He moaned against your lips, "you're doing so good, doll"
Suna rintarou, ran haitani, gojo satoru, atsumu miya, sanzu Haruchiyo, wakasa imaushi, rindou Haitani, bakugou katsuki, shuji hanma, Tsukishima kei, osamu miya, dabi, tendou Satori
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Somewhere safe
Pairing: Bonten!Rindou x Pregnant!reader
Warning: blood, mentions of pregnancy, cursing.
Summary: they needed a place to stay and just happens that Rindou knows someone who could help them.
Note: English isn’t my first language so be nice. I liked a lot how this turned out so maybe I could keep writing about Rindou’s little family. Anyways, I hope u like it and thanks for reading <3
“We need to go somewhere safe” said sanzu. “Mikey needs to rest”
They had been running from the police for a while now. Mike had recent stitches on his abdomen and they had been carrying him for about an hour or so. The 4 men were exhausted and they all knew Mikey couldn’t make it any longer by himself. They needed to rest.
“What the fuck are we supposed to do now?” Sanzu spoke again. Recharging his gun, almost preparing himself to fight a lost battle.
They could hear the police cars around them, while they were currently hidden in a dark alley, all of them panting and tired.
Ran looked at Rindou with question in his eyes. They were thinking the same thing. They needed a safe place to rest and wait for the police to go away. They were in Roppongi and just happened that someone close to the brothers lived close by.
Rindou was hesitant. Making eye contact with his brother who could almost read his mind. He couldn’t believe he was even considering going to the only person who never wanted to get involved in this.
“Fuck… fine” he said while putting his gun in his belt. “Follow me.”
Ran already knew the way but he left his brother walk alone for now. He wasn’t happy about this either.
“Where the fuck are we going?” Asked sanzu, who was in the back, holding onto an almost passed out Mikey. No one responded to him, instead they just kept walking in between apartments and houses.
It was a nice neighborhood. Without counting the fact that they were covered in blood and all disheveled, it could almost look like they were taking a walk tonight. It was dark though, the street light almost didn’t work and besides the sounds of sirens, it was completely quiet. They could only hear their footsteps.
They arrived to a nice house with a nice garden and a nice car parked outside. The 4 men stood at the front porch and Rindou looked at his brother, Ran only nodded once, trying to make him feel more confident.
Sanzu was the only one who didn’t know what was happening, since Mikey was too out of it to even notice.
“Hurry up and open, who the hell lives here anyway?” Said the pink-haired man, clearly frustrated to not know.
“Shut the fuck up and behave.” Responded Ran.
Rindou ringed the bell once, while trying to look decent by fixing his hair a little.
A moment passed before the front light turned on and they could hear someone managing to open the door.
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It was 2:30 a.m. so you were obviously sleeping before someone knocked at your door. You opened the door, and everyone stared at you. You were wearing shorts and a white t shirt, your hair looked a little crazy since you had just gotten out of bed.
Rindou and Ran had seen you like this before. But sanzu couldn’t help but stare. He had never seen you before in his life. You were beautiful, your hair in a messy bun and strands of it adorning your face, your pretty freckles and your rosy lips. You were just perfect. But what surprised him the most was when he looked down at your belly. You were pregnant. But who the hell were you?
“What the actual fu-“ he started, but you interrupted him.
“You’re bleeding” was the only thing you said, walking towards Rindou and examining his arm.
They were all so surprised and nervous to see you that they almost forgot why they were there.
“It’s not mine. I’m fine, okay?” He said looking for your eyes, putting his hand on your cheek.
“Hey princess” said Ran. You smiled at him, and couldn’t help but look at Sanzu and the man he was holding. He looked bad. “We might need your help.”
“I’ll explain everything” said Rindou.
You nodded and entered the house with everyone following you.
“Make yourselves at home, and I’m sorry for the mess. I fell asleep while baby proofing the house.” You said, while taking the tools away, so they all could sit and relax.
Sanzu layed Mikey down on the couch and made sure he was still okay. His stitches were miraculously still okay and he was still breathing. But he couldn’t help but stare at you. There was certain tension in the room.
“Oi, shithead, stop staring or I’ll take your eyes out” suddenly said Rindou, walking towards you, placing a hand on your lower back and the other on your belly.
Ran laughed and you only smiled, handing out a hand for Sanzu to shake.
“Y/n L/n. Nice to meet you.” You said.
Sanzu was so surprised that he couldn’t help but shake your hand too.
“Sanzu Haruchiyo.” Was all he said.
“Now that we all know each other, would you all like some tea?” Ran accepted your offer and you went to the kitchen, followed by Rindou.
After you were gone, Sanzu finally could talk.
“What the actual fuck? Rindou? With her? And- and- a baby?” He blurted out all at once.
“Yup” was all that Ran said, laughing at him.
“Huh, who would’ve thought that asshole could pull someone like that” he said resting his head on the back of the couch, trying to make sense of everything he just witnessed.
In the kitchen, you were trying to make some tea, feeling Rindou’s presence at the counter. He still couldn’t speak.
“Are you okay?” You asked him.
“I’m sorry.” Was all he said.
You walked towards him and put a hand on his cheek, looking at him in the eye.
“It’s okay” you responded, pressing your forehead against his.
“No it’s not, I don’t wanna put you in danger.”
“You can take care of us, I know you can.” You tried to calm him down.
“We just need a place to stay for the night, I promise I will never bring someone else here.”
“This is your home too, we will be okay, you can stay and they can stay too. I can take care of myself, you know.”
Rindou kissed you, it was a sweet kiss.
“How’s our babygirl doing?” He said, caressing your belly.
“She’s a pain in the ass, just like her father” you said laughing. “Now let’s go back before that friend of yours loses his mind.”
“Too late for that” said Rindou.
-
“So, miss L/n. Care to explain how you know our dear Rin rin?” Asked Sanzu with a smile.
“Shut the fuck up, you psycho” snapped Rindou.
“Don’t be so rude, Rin rin” you said, mocking the nickname. “Well, mister Sanzu, we actually meet at an illegal car race, he saved me from getting robbed.” You replied laughing.
“Interesting woman.” Sanzu said.
It was true though. Your friend had dragged you to a race where a “friend” was going to participate. You looked so innocent but at the same time so relaxed that Rindou couldn’t help but stare at you. One thing led to another and he ended up saving your purse from being stolen. And now you were here, pregnant with his baby.
“And how far along are you, may I ask?” He continued.
“23 weeks, actually. Thanks for asking.” You responded.
“I can’t believe our little Rindou here is gonna be a father.”
“Okay, enough with the questions.” Rindou couldn’t help but interrupt. “Y/n, to our room.” He said without looking at you.
You looked at him, raising your eyebrow. He noticed this.
“Please.” Was all he said.
You knew he wasn’t happy so you decided to obey.
“Gentlemen.” You said, walking to your room.
“Goodnight dear.” Said Ran.
Once you were gone, Rindou walked towards Sanzu.
“Okay now you little shit, we’re gonna stay here for tonight. Only tonight. When we’re gone, you’re gonna forget this place. You’re gonna forget she even exists, she’s won’t ever get involved with you or any of this.” He said. “Understood?”
“Now now, Haitani.” Said Sanzu, raising his hands, with a smug smile on his face. “Calm down. I won’t do nothing to her, I like her actually.”
“If you ever lay a hand on her, we will kill you.” Now spoke Ran.
Sanzu didn’t say another word, just smiled and nodded.
Rindou walked to your room. Like hell he was gonna let you sleep alone with that psychopath in his house. You were already asleep. The pregnancy made you extremely sleepy sometimes and it was past your bedtime.
Rindou layed down next to you and fell asleep with a hand on your belly.
-
The 4 men left first time in the morning.
“Sleep well darling, I’ll be back later today.” Rindou whispered to you, since you were still half asleep. “I love you.”
“Love you too.” You said when he left.
“Congratulations.” Said Sanzu when they were walking towards their cars.
“What?” Asked Rindou, unsure on what he was talking about.
“For your baby, congratulations.” He replied, in a more serious tone. “I didn’t say that before.”
“Thank you.” Was all Rindou could say. He knew Sanzu was never going to say something about you to anyone.
If anything, Sanzu was loyal. And he knew how much you meant to Rindou. And who knows? Maybe your baby could actually grow up with a family.
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"Can I dance with your wife?"
Characters: Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani and Sanzu Haruchiyo.
Description: Your in a club, you're dancing on the floor, while your man watches you from afar.
MASTERLIST | Open Requests!
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Ran Haitani
"Can I dance with your wife, Ran?"
The man asks approaching Ran, apparently the man is thirsty for death.
"Yeah, dancing with my wife is a good last thing to do." Ran says calmly and Rindou smiles next to him.
"I didn't understand." The man says, stopping smiling, and Ran stands up, taking his gun, and pressing it to the man's chin, who remains motionless.
"Do that, and it's the last thing you ever fucking do, get it now?" Ran says pressing the gun closer to the man's chin.
"Of course I understand." the man says, and Ran smiles.
"No, I don't think you understand, take he it back there!" Ran says and the man screams as he is pulled away.
Ran keeps smiling and turns to one of the men.
"If my wife looks for me, tell her I'll be right back, let's go brother?" Ran tells one of his men and pulls Rindou.
"Another day, another motherfucker." Rindou says sighing and following Ran.
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Rindou Haitani
"Can I dance with your wife?
"If that bullet doesn't kill you, you might." Rindou says pointing the gun at the man's head.
"It was just a joke, come on Rindou." The man says raising his hands.
"So talking about my wife is a joke to you?"
"No "
"Her name better never be in your mouth again, you piece of shit, or I'll kill you." Rindou says pushing the man who runs away.
"Damn brother that was badass." Ran says laughing.
"Do not bother me" Rindou says looking back at his dancing wife."
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Sanzu Haruchiyo
"I guess I misunderstood what you said." Sanzu says scratching his head with the gun.
Yep, this guy picked the wrong guy to play with.
"I said-" Before the man could repeat himself, Sanzu fired a shot near the man's feet.
"Finish the fucking sentence, I dare you."
"What the hell Sanzu, he was just kidding." One of the man's friends says laughing at Sanzu, who smiles devilishly.
"My turn to play then." Sanzu says pointing the gun at the man's head and pulling the trigger
"I think I won." He says laughing, seeing people running and the man on the floor.
"Fuck Sanzu." Y/n is far away but is sure the reason for the confusion is her husband.
The Haitani brothers observe the scene from afar.
"What is that manic son of a bitch doing?" Ran says sighing.
"Doing things a Sanzu would do." Rindou says.
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