#fwb!ran haitani
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thinking abt casual fuck buddy!Ran who swears you're just a quick fuck every now and then but he still calls you baby in that sweet tone that always has you shimmying out of your panties for him. he likes to think there's nothing more to it but he knows he's lying to himself because strangers don't remember girls' favourite perfume or the day their favourite store is having a sale and then again, he doesn't regret buying you that necklace because he thinks it looks really good when you're on him.
fuck buddy!Ran who subconsciously drives to your place when he's hot and bothered and just can't stop thinking about you. he doesn't need to knock because he's got a key and that's reason #3 why he thinks there's just a little more to this and you think so too-- at least, you do when he's got your knees folded into your chest and you're moaning yes yes all for you- just you, Ran.
And he's got a little soft spot for you so he always fucks you slow, cock achingly hard as he rolls his hips into you. he keeps his hands on your hips, rubbing slow reassuring circles into your skin because he's gonna take care of you.
Ran who's a little rough when he's just got into a fight and he's yet again, walking into your room with a bulge in his pants. he fucks you up against your wall, blood-stained hands dragging you back and forth on his cock while he mumbles nonsense into your ear because he knows you like that. he's going "baby- you like that?", not because he cares..he just likes the way it rolls off his tongue. and when he feels your cunt clench around him and your arms fly to his neck, he finally lets his hands roam to find your clit and rub circles into it.
"C'mon baby, make a mess on my cock", he tells you but you're already too fucked out to process his words. "Ran- Ran," he hears you moan and now his hips are slowed, cock still hitting that spot that has you digging your nails into his shoulders but he doesn't mind because he's a bit sensitive himself: tip throbbing and leaky, ready to give himself to you. "you're so fucking wet," goes his groan and really your slick is running down his balls but he loves it- so messy, just for him.
He's the only one you're with so you're always slightly eager to feel his cock stretch you out and though he'll never admit it (because you two just aren't together like that), he's not fucking anyone else so he always gives it to you raw and hard, letting you feel his hot and throbbing cock as he fucks into the wetness of your cunt. "You feel that baby? 'S all for you, so hard just for you."
But no you're not dating
#thinking#fwb!ran haitani#ran haitani#haitani ran#ran haitani x reader#haitani ran x reader#ran haitani x you#haitani ran x you#ran haitani imagine#haitani ran smut#ran haitani smut#tokyo revengers smut#tokyo revengers x reader#fem reader#drabble#ns4w#Female reader
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been writing a fic but imagine ran haitani still trying to convince himself that there was only sex between the two of you, that you guys are just fwbs, but when he watched the way you ride him, the way your eyes close, your lips part slightly to let out your held back moans, the way your messy hair falls over your shoulders, your small hand rests on his chest, and he suddenly blurts out "I love you."
yeah, maybe he loves you without even realising it.
#i have been writing a fwb to lover fic#but idk should i post it#it suck and im a coward#but this man makes me feel things#literally rolling and giggling#ran haitani u fucker#ran haitani x reader#ran haitani x oc#ran haitani#tokyo revengers
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≡ The Weekend
sum: You were only supposed to be a booty call. So why does Rindou find himself wanting more of you?
includes : Rindou Haitani x reader, 5k words, SMUT, fluff, angst, open ending?, fwb, alcohol usage, vulnerable Rindou
other : This fic is inspired by BIBI’s The Weekend! And a little from DEAN’S Die 4 you:) so have fun with that:D this is my first time writing a fic this long so please leave feedback! I’d appreciate it a lot:)
Would it be ironic to say you met Rindou in a club? Or more so, predictable? Or was it bound to happen?
He was the club owner after all, he’d never seen you before. He’s sat in his VIP section with Ran, girls littering the table. Rindou couldn’t care less though as he watched you from his seat. Eyes scanning your form and face.
It seemed you were only here with a friend. You both danced and joked on the dance floor, your guy's drinks sloshing in your hand. He even gets irked when he sees a guy trying to rub up on you but you shove him away. A smirk laces his lips at that, he’s trying to read you.
What your personality was like.
Were you loud and rebellious? Or shy and reserved? He guessed he’d have to find out for himself. With that conclusion he gets up, the girls that were feeling him up whining.
“And where are you off to?” Ran said with a smirk, watching as his little brother dusted himself off.
“Somewhere.” He muttered, eliciting a laugh from his elder brother.
You had made your way to the bar, refilling on a new beverage. He sits next to you and the bartender straightens up, greeting him.
“I’ll pay for her tab,” Rindou says and the bartender nods. You turn to look at him with your eyebrows raised.
“I got it covered. Thanks.” You say with feigning gratitude, sipping your drink. He turns fully towards you with a smirk.
“I’m fully aware you do, I can’t treat you?” He says with his raise of his brows. You narrow your eyes skeptically at him.
“Without even knowing me.” You roll your eyes, somewhat amused. He lets out a chuckle.
“Well then, will you let me get to know you?” You pretend to think over your answer, deciding to tease him more.
“Your way of getting into girl's pants is paying for their tabs? I’m flattered.” You place a hand on your chest, lightly gasping. Rindou is enjoying this, an amused smirk on his face.
“Only yours.” You stare at him for a second then gaze down at your drink.
“Y/n.” You say and he hums, satisfied.
“Rindou.” He holds out his hand, and you look at it and back at him, slowly taking his hand in yours. He stands up abruptly, surprising you.
“Wanna see something?” You blink, and with a hum you let him lead you to where the DJ is.
He waves his free hand the guy is gone. You watch as he messes with the turntables with experience, sipping your drink with a small smile.
“You’re good with your hands.” You say with a bite to your lip and he looks at you over his shoulder.
“This is nothing.” He pulls away and reaches for your hand.
You’re in front of the system as he cages you between it. He takes your drink and places it to the side. His back presses up against your chest, his hands placed over yours. He leans down close to your lips, whispering.
“This okay?”
You were usually one to never wither under a man’s presence. But this one had you weak in the knees. You hum and he smiles, straightening back up. He coaches you through what everything is. What button is what, which switch is which, and even shows you how to scratch.
The whole ‘lesson’ has you sharing laughs and smiles with the latter. He watches you with content as you mess around with the turntables. It was probably terrible for everyone in the club however he couldn’t care less.
“Ok, ok no more.” You giggle and his hands rest on your waist.
The music goes back to the way it was and he slowly moves you to the rhythm. You roll your eyes, engaging in his small act.
“You’re trying awfully hard don’t you think?”
“Huh?” He yells and you slightly push him, marking him snort.
His hand is clasped in yours once again and he leads you around the club, pushing a curtain it reveals a whole other empty club room. Now it was just the two of you, no people or music to interrupt you both.
“So? What were you saying?” He says as he walks over to the bar, pouring himself some whiskey. You sit on the stool, your chin resting on the palm of your hand.
“I said, don’t you think you’re trying too hard?”
“With what?” He says with a lazy grin, sipping his drink.
“You know what Rindou? You try this hard with other girls?” You tilt your head and he bites the inside of his cheek.
“Nah, you’re special.”
“I know.” You smile and he grins.
He walks over to you standing inches away from between your legs. You stare up at him and he’s physically holding himself back from shoving his lips against yours.
“You’re stunning.” He says almost breathlessly and you smile.
“Thanks.” He leans down to peck your lips but your hands shoot up to his face, pecking the corner of his mouth.
“I’m more than just a booty call Rin.” He smiles, his violet eyes boring into yours.
“I’m glad we got that covered.”
Is the last thing he says before he’s smashing his lips against yours. The kiss is feverish and needy. He’s slotting himself between your legs, big hands resting on your waist.
The kiss turns heated fast, his tongue easing into your mouth. You let out a small moan, mostly to egg him on which succeeds when he squeezes your waist. You bite down on his lip and he groans, your hands moving into his hair. He pulls away and starts attacking your neck with bites and kisses. You tug on his hair and another groan leaves him.
“Fucking beautiful.” He says breathlessly, sucking on your collarbone.
Your head leans back in bliss, his hand sliding under your dress. Teasingly, he inches closer to your clothed cunt, causing you to trap his between your thighs.
A loud buzz halts you both. You blink and he groans not out of pleasure but annoyance. He pulls his hand from under your dress, pulling out his phone.
Missed calls and texts pop up from his brother, making him suck his teeth. He rolls his eyes and looks towards you. You’re pouting and he smiles, tugging at your lip.
“I gotta go.” He sighs and your pout deepens.
“Bored already?” You scoff teasingly and he smiles, pecking your lips.
“Never. Let me give you my number. So I can finish what I started.”
When you pull out your phone it displays texts from your friend, saying she had already left. You huff when you stand up and he pushes a strand of hair past your ear.
He kisses you again however this one’s longer, trying to savor your lips against his. He walks you out of the club, standing lazily next to you. He shrugs off his blazer, placing it over your shoulders.
“You got a ride home?” You yawn and let him know you’d just Uber home.
“I’ll pay for it, make sure you get home safe.” He tussles with his hair, and you hum.
His phone rings again and his face is quickly laced with annoyance. As the car pulls up he opens the door for you, making sure you got in carefully.
“Text me?” He says as he closes the door, the window rolling down.
“Desperate?”He laughs and leans down, kissing you again. He nods his head and the car is off.
He sighs once again, walking back into the club. His brother is standing there with a smile on his face.
“Who was she?” He raises his brows and Rindou scoffs.
“A woman.”
“I could see that Rindou, I have eyes. Another plaything?”
“Dunno, we’ll see”
Rindou didn’t mean to not respond to your texts but things at the clubs had been busy. Several events and just having to manage the different locations as well.
Luckily it’s the weekend and he has a certain person he wants to see.
rindou
hey, you home? 10:45 PM
y/n
Oh? You still remember me? 10:50 PM
rindou
very funny. Can I come over? Rather talk to you in person. 10:51 PM
y/n
only if you’ll bring me smth from the convenience store😊 10:51 PM
rindou
mhm, let me know what and send your address. 10:52 PM
y/n
k<3 10:53 PM
Rindou is off to the convenience store, grabbing what you wanted, and a box of condoms. The cashier gives him a smug look but Rindou ignores him, grabbing his stuff and leaving.
From where you are on the couch, you hear knocks on your door. The clock read eleven o’clock. You patter to the door with a small smile, opening the door. Your eyes widen at the sight before you.
Rindou had his round glasses on, a very loose v-shaped shirt and baggy pants, jewelry littering his hands. You guess you’ve been staring for quite some time when Rindou speaks up.
“Am I allowed to come in?” He says with a small smirk and you quickly open the door, letting him walk in.
He walks over to the counter, setting your stuff on the counter. You light up at the snacks and quickly open one of them up.
“So, gonna tell me why I haven’t heard from you?”
“A lot of shit was goin' on with the club, a fuck ton of events and stuff.” He sighs, pushing up his glasses and rubbing his temple. You pause your chewing.
“You’re the owner?” You blink at him and he blinks at you back.
“Uh, yeah?”
He’s a little surprised you didn’t know, given that everyone knew who the Haitanis were. You mumble a small ‘oh’ and he shakes his head in amusement.
“I didn’t know you wore glasses.” You speak up and he laughs, pushing them up.
“What is it a turnoff?” He quirks a brow and you smile, setting your snack down.
“No, it’s cute.” He cringes, turning away.
“No, it’s not.”
“Too manly to be called cute?” You poke fun at him and he narrows his eyes at you.
“Not a word I’d associate myself with.” You let out a laugh and he finds himself smiling at the sound.
You ask a little bit more about the club and throughout the night Rindou kinda rambles. It’s weird to him honestly, with any other woman he’d come to get things done and leave right after.
But ever since that night he laid his eyes on you, you piqued his interest. He just found himself wanting to know more about you, wanting to be more around you.
“You have a tattoo as well?” You peer up at the deep black ink on his arm and he hums.
“It’s a pretty big piece.”
“Think I’ll be able to see it all tonight?”
You knew what to say to take his breath away. Most of the girls he’d meet were never upfront or held themselves high like you did. They were…easy, but you were the true definition of a woman.
At one point you had brought a couple of beers, the both of you just chatting the night away. You guys had moved to your couch, his arms outspread on the back of the couch with you close to his side. You hum along to his stories, taking a swig of your beer.
“I didn’t know there were still interesting guys left in Roppongi.” He smiles down at you.
“I’m one of a kind sweets.” You roll your eyes at him, placing your beer down.
“You’re so corny.” You laugh, raking a hand through your hair.
Rindou’s eyes rake over you, you were very pretty. He’d seen when you were all dolled up and now when you were natural and bare. Just a tousled T-shirt and short shorts. He’d be lying if those shorts weren’t bothering him the whole night though.
“You’re beautiful.” He almost whispers and you gaze at him with a soft smile.
“You are too.”
Out of the times that you’ve seen him, you finally got him to blush. You feel a sense of pride well up in you, even a little confidence.
You got up from where you were sitting, straddling his lap. His downturned eyes were captivating, you could stare at them all day. While your hands reach up to grab his glasses, his hands rest at the base of your thighs. He watches you intently when you place them on the coffee table. Your hands move up his chest, resting on his neck.
“You gonna finish what you started.” You asked, inches away from his lips. Both of your eyes are lidded and he lazily smiles.
“If you’ll let me.” His hands move to the small of your back and you hum, finally connecting your lips.
It’s slow and sensual not as rushed as it was last time. The both of you take time to experience each other’s mouths. He pulls away though, nipping at your neck.
“They already gone away?” He says lowly and you laugh.
“Well yea it’s been a week dummy.” You feel him smile against your neck, tugging at your shirt.
“S’fine, I’ll just give you more.”
You pull back to pull off your shirt and he’s a little taken aback when you’re not wearing a bra. You cringe a little at the feel of him cupping your breast, the cold metal of his rings making your bud harden.
“Want me to take them off?” You purse your lips and shake your head to which he smiles.
“They’re hot.” His smile widens, leaning closer to your breasts.
“Atta girl.” He pulls a breast into his mouth, sucking and nibbling like he was on your neck.
Your whining and squirming against him, your movements have him hardening underneath you. He pulls off with a pop, his lidded eyes staring up at you.
“Where’s your room.”
“Down the hall to the left.”
In a second he’s lifting you, making you squeal. You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing along his jaw. He groans when you suck a spot under his jaw near his ear, making you grin.
“Found it~” He grins, kicking your door open and placing you on your bed. He takes off his shirt throwing it on your floor, he’s moving to kiss you again but your hands against his chest stop him.
“Something wrong?” He pulls back and your hand immediately begins to trace his tattoo.
“Jesus, why is everything about you so hot.” You pout and he lets out a small laugh.
Your hand slowly drags down to his stomach, dragging over his clothed cock. He hisses, pushing you back on the bed. Achingly slow, he pulls down your shorts and panties.
“Fuck, you’re so wet, do I even need to prep you?” He looks up at you and you shake your head.
“Just fuck me.” You whine and he sighs, taking a condom out of his pocket.
“Are you clean?” You ask and he looks confused.
“Yes? I never fuck without a condom.”
“I’m on the pill.”
“Are you clean?” He retorts back.
“I don’t sleep around.” You cross your arms.
“This your first hookup?”
“That a problem?” You narrow your eyes at him.
“‘Course not.” He shoves the condom back in his pocket, stepping out of his jeans. You blink at his cock when it slaps against his lower abdomen.
“Y-You’re huge.”
“That a problem?” He teases and you scoff.
“‘Course not.” You mimic his voice and he just smirks.
“Keep it up, let’s see how bold you are.”
You bite your tongue when he rubs his tip against your slit. You both moan, his eyes are raking over your body and he’s already panting.
“S-Stop teasing Rin.” You whimper and he groans.
“S-Shit don’t say my name like that.”
He’s inching himself inside you and you kinda regret not getting prepped. Rindou was girthy, it felt like you were getting split in half.
“S’big.” Your legs quiver, he smooths his hands on your thighs, putting your legs on his shoulders. With a thrust, he bottoms out.
“Fuck!” You moan, gripping your bedsheets.
“You’re fucking t-tight.” His brows are creased, trying to calm himself or else he knew he’d blow his load. It gave you a moment to adjust to his size as well. He pressed a peck to your ankle.
“I’m gonna move ok?” You nod, your lips pulled between your teeth.
He almost pulls out, slamming right back into you. He sets a steady rhythm, your bed creaking. Your breathless whines only egg him on.
“Shit baby, so tight and pretty.” He’s losing himself, he can feel it. Your warm pussy has him feeling like a virgin all over again.
“R-Rin please.” You beg you don’t even know what exactly for. Just babbling out whatever comes to your mind, anything you could usher out.
“Please what?” He pants, moving with more force. You clench around him and he stutters.
“Pussy sucking me in.” He groans as he leans down, putting you in a mating press. This new angle has you seeing stars, your eyes rolling back.
“R-Rin.” You moan, your nails dragging along his back. You feel his dick twitch at the act.
“Let go, baby. I got you.” His hand comes down to rub eights on your clit. With a high pitch gasp, you’re coming undone around him.
“Oh shit.” He groans when he feels your walls close around him, even tighter than before. The final blow for him is your hands in his hair tugging but more so your words.
“K-Kiss me Rin.”
With one more harsh thrust, he’s smashing his lips against your lips. His teeth biting down on your bottom lip. His seed explodes and fills you until you’re full of him. You throw your head back already past your limit. He is too but he fucks his nut back into you mindlessly.
Afterwards, he’s falling against you, your guy's ragged breath mirroring one another’s. He moved to your side, you cringed at the feeling of him pulling out.
“You ok?” He rasps, looking down at you. You nod, scooting up your bed, and resting your head against the pillow.
“Haven’t been fucked that good in a while.” You lazily smile and he shakes his head, a grin on his face. You scoot closer to him, your hand tracing the curves and swoops of his tattoo.
“M’tired.” You blink, eyes slowly falling shut.
Before fully giving into your slumber, you reach for his hand. His eyes widen, looking at your sleeping form. His heart is beating at an abnormal speed but he blames it on the sex, that he hasn’t calmed down. However he knows he should leave but he turns on his side, facing you.
“I don’t think I’m good for you.” He mumbles, letting himself to succumb to slumber as well.
When you wake up your bed is cold and empty, your heart pangs but you somehow have a little hope. You get up and put on a shirt and some panties.
“Rin.” You call out as you walk through your apartment.
Cold.
Empty.
You sigh, turning to open your refrigerator. At the same moment your door swings open. You gasp, turning to the door and it’s Rindou with bags in his hand.
“What are you doing here?” You whisper and he blinks.
“Ouch, went to get you breakfast.” He sets the bag down. You shake your head, walking towards him.
“That’s not what I meant sorry. I just wasn’t expecting you to come back.” You look down and he gazes longingly at you, you don’t catch this though.
“Well I’m here.” He mumbles, pulling out the food.
After that morning Rindou kept in contact with you, he’d invite you out here and there to eat or back to the club with him. You didn’t want to admit but your found yourself falling for the guy.
The way he’d treat you, look at you, talk to you. You loved the way he made you feel and the way you felt around him. You admired him as a man as well, how he was confident and had a good business going, the way he held himself. It was honestly all you’ve wanted in a guy.
However one day something changed. You were probably overthinking, he said it was work. You wanted to believe him and you wanted to-
You guys weren’t even dating.
No label was put on you both, you were just seeing each other with the side of fucking. You sigh, this was why you took a break from dating. The headaches and anxiety it gave you. The fear of the unknown or what could’ve been.
You never liked it.
You sat on your couch, your tv playing as background noise for your raging thoughts. When you look down, Rindou’s glasses were on the table. You blink at them and move to grab them. You hold them in your hands, smiling at the memory of how cute he looked when he wore them. Then an idea popped into your head.
Why don’t you go visit him at work?
With a newfound mission, you rise with the intent of returning his glasses and seeing him as well.
You walk into the club, the music already blasting and people littered everywhere. You honestly weren’t one for clubbing but your friend had begged you that night. You’d have to thank her later because if she hadn’t begged you to come, you never would’ve met Rindou.
You walked around the place for a bit and weren’t able to find him.
Maybe he wasn’t working today?
You click your teeth, might as well have one drink since you were here.
And so you did.
Just when you’re about to leave, you hear cheering from the corner of the room. Upon looking it was a booth. You peak over a bit and see a glimpse of Rindou. A smile rises to your face and you start walking towards him.
That’s until you see a girl come into view, glued to his side and feeling him up. You watch him and he leans into her smiling, at the woman. You gulp and your stomach churns.
Then they kiss, a kiss was an understatement, they were sucking each other's faces off. You quickly turn away and make your way straight to the bar again.
Without your knowing, someone watched the whole ordeal, with amused eyes and a shake of his head he got up. Leaning towards Rindou, he speaks.
“Someone’s in big trouble.” He says with a grin, walking away.
“What’d you say!” Rindou yells back, his words slurred, the girl next to him whined, pulling him into another kiss.
Your heart was beating unhealthily well and your ears were ringing.
“Hello.” You hear from beside you and you look up.
You’re shocked to see a man that resembles almost exactly Rindou. However, his hair was way shorter and combed, and dyed as well. You don’t reply, turning back to your drink.
“I know who those belong to.” He nods his head at your hand. Rindou’s glasses.
“You do? Well then tell him he can have them back.” You slide them towards him, and the man grins.
“I know of you, Rindou wouldn’t shut up about you.”
Your brow twitches.
“Who are you exactly?” You say with attitude.
“Rindou’s older brother, Ran.” He holds out his hand, and you roll your eyes and shake his hand.
“Why’re you so upset?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Oh, but I do.” He laughs. “I guess I’m just a little confused because Rindou never mentioned dating you.”
“We’re not.”
That’s right.
You weren’t.
So why are you so upset? Why are you even here?
No other words needed to be said or at least you didn’t want to hear anything else so you paid for your tab and left the club.
A little later when the women had finally left Rindou he’s a little more sober, just a little. Ran mentions his little surprise.
“Guess who happened to stop by.” Rindou looks at him bored.
“Who.”
“One of your girls.” He grins, sipping his drink.
“And she wasn’t happy. Oh, she wanted me to return these.” Ran slides his glasses across the table.
Rindou looks at them for a minute, letting his brain proceed with all of the information. Until he’s shooting up.
“Fuck!” He yells, running out of the club.
“Young love.” Ran laughs, raising his glass to no one in particular.
Rindou should not be driving. His head is throbbing and he’s gripping his steering wheel until his knuckles turn white. He ran to many red lights just to get to your apartment. When he reaches it, he doesn’t even park right, he runs up the flight of stairs to the best of his abilities. The alcohol made his heart feel like it was gonna burst off his chest.
When he reaches your door he isn’t knocking but banging. Probably alerting some neighbors. He’s about to knock again but the door flies open revealing you. Your hair is a mess and you’re rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, your face a little puffy.
“Rindou?” You groggily say.
Fuck.
He wanted to kiss you so bad, you were too fucking cute.
You sigh, fully awake but irritated. “It’s too late for this. Go home.” You say, shutting the door but he stops it.
“Please, let me in.” You open the door and he wobbles in.
“You reek of fucking alcohol.” You cringe, moving to grab water.
You pour a glass for the both of you. His heart hasn’t calmed down, it’s ringing through his ears.
“Drink.” You coldly say and his heart cracks at the sound of your voice.
“I’m going back to bed.” You turn around.
“Wait!” He rushes, grabbing your wrist.
“Why are you even here Rindou.”
“Stop calling me that.” He looks down ashamed.
“Isn’t that your name?” You cross your arms and he’s chewing on his lips.
“My brother told me what happened.” He mumbles.
“Exactly. So why are you here.” You blink.
“Because I-”
“We’re not dating Rindou. I don’t care what you do.”
“Just let me talk!” He raises his voice but you stand there with no emotion.
“Say what you need to say then.”
“I-I’m sorry.”
You sigh, growing irritated. “There’s nothing you need to be sorry for.”
“But there is! You know there is. For once just, be vulnerable with me.” He sighs.
“Be vulnerable with you? I haven’t? So what do you think of all the times you’ve come over, and taken me out? That wasn’t me being vulnerable?” You scoff out of amusement and shock.
“If you’re just planning on using me then this is the last time we see each other.”
It’s quiet.
To quiet for Rindou.
Usually, your TV is on because you hate when your house is quiet.
All he wants to do is hold you.
“I’m not a good person.” He begins. “But you make me feel good. I like the way you make me feel. I know I fucked up. I know we’re not dating but you deserve an apology because I—do like you and I want something with you. But I just was drinking and.” He sighs again, rubbing his face.
“How am I supposed to trust you if you’re like this and we’re not even dating.” You whisper.
“Can we talk in the morning? I’m not sober.” He murmurs.
You don’t say anything but let him follow you to your room. You get under the covers and he removes his suit, leaving him in his boxers. Your back is faced towards him. He slides under the covers and immediately pulls you against his chest. You stare emotionless at your wall and then you feel it.
Wet droplets against your shoulder.
He was crying.
You bite your lip but do your best to fall asleep. Letting him sob as he held you as if this was the last time he’d ever get to hold you.
Rindou woke up with a groan, holding his head as he sat up.
“Where the fuck am I?” He whispers to himself, his eyes going around the room.
It’s your room.
Slowly, glimpses of last night come to his mind and he freezes.
“Fuck.” He lets out, throwing your covers over him and walking over to your kitchen.
There you are, cooking, humming to the music you’re playing. A smile rises to his face and you turn, halting your movements.
“Morning.” You mumble. Turning back to the stove. “There’s coffee if you want.”
“You need help?” He picks at his hand.
“No, it’s fine.” He gulps, moving to sit down at the table.
He watched as you finished up, bringing his plate to him. He watches you as you eat, not even picking at his food.
“Stop staring.” You mumble and his head shoots down.
“Sorry.”
This wasn’t like him and even though you know you guys have to talk. You hated how things were right now. Would they even go back to how they were before?
“Do you like me?” Rindou asks, cracking the ice that was building up between the both of you.
You sigh, placing your fork down. “Obviously. I just don’t…trust you.”
“Is there any way you can again?” You look up at him to find he’s already staring at you.
“What do you want from me Rin.” You look tired and he hates himself for doing this to you.
“I want you. I’ll do anything to prove it, we can start over.” He pleads.
“Fucking me isn’t gonna be enough.” You quirk a brow and he shakes his head.
“I don’t care about that, I’ll prove to you that I’m all you need.” He gets up standing next to you.
You gaze up at him and he opens his arms. Slowly but surely, you rise to your feet, wrapping your arms around him.
He’s warm and at that moment that ice crumbled and melted when he held you tightly against him.
It would take time and you know he knows he’s gonna have to bust his ass because that’s what you deserve.
You deserve so much more and he’d do anything he could to prove himself to you.
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selfish | haitani ran
synopsis. haitani ran wants you, but can't have you because it would be considered selfish.
content. 12k words (listen ik its long just hear me out..), fem!reader, friends to enemies to lovers, mild fwb situation gone wrong, ran's mother is in prison and gives shitty advice, implied sexual harassment (some creepy junkie, nothing happens though), mildly toxic ran, possessiveness, alcohol mentions, ran says hurtful things when he's drunk. NSFW content.
authors note. this was inspired by an ask that i changed up a little because i LUV drama, so anon if you see this and recongise the plot creds to uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu for the idea!!!!
You were jolted awake by the violent buzz of your phone, muffled by your pillow. You groggily sat up, wiping your eyes and slapped around under your pillow for your phone. Carefully, you rolled to the far edge of your bed and answered.
“Hello?”
“Come down. I’m outside.”
“Ran it’s…2 in the morning.”
“Just come. I want to talk to you.”
You slipped from your bed, yawning and grabbing your house keys on the way out. Once you were outside, the instant regret of not bringing a jacket hit you as you shivered from the cold. You were about to run back inside, but decided against it when you saw Ran’s car parked at the end of the road, the lights on and the windshield wipers actively wiping away the snow.
You resisted the urge to dramatically slam the door shut when you got in the car. “There better be a zombie apocalypse happening right now if you think waking me up at 2 am was a good idea.”
“So I can only contact you when the world is ending?”
“At 2am, yes.” You leaned your head back against his car seat, mindlessly closing your eyes to savour onto the lingering signs of sleep. “Why’re you even here? I thought you were out of town.”
“I had plans.” He drummed his fingers along the steering wheel.
“Like plans or ‘plans’?” His smile turned into a smirk and you grimaced. “Ew don’t touch me.” He laughed playfully and gestured at your seatbelt. You put it on as he started the car, pulling out onto the main road.
“So where are you taking me anyway?” you asked, plucking at a loose thread on your pyjama bottoms.
“Nowhere in particular. Just driving around.”
“Cool. So why am I here then?”
“Wanted company. Is that so wrong?”
You looked his way, wondering if he was being serious right now. “Why didn’t you call your brother then? Or literally anybody else.”
“Because I wanted to see you.” He glanced in your direction, seeing the stunned expression on your face that you quickly fixed when you realised he was staring.
You rolled your eyes. “Yeah sure. Whatever.” You yawned and turned to the side to lean against the window.
“If you’re tired you can sleep.”
“I don’t wanna fall asleep on you. That’s rude.” Another yawn. “I’ll manage it.”
“You hungry?” he asked, pulling up towards a late night fast food drive-thru across the street.
“Kinda. Now that I think about it, I barely ate all day.”
“Don’t know how you do it honestly.” He was plucking at his baby hairs as he slowed the car to a stop. “Alright whaddya want.”
You peeked past his body to look at the menu on the wall, the bright lights straining your tired eyes. “Literally anything. I don’t care.” He clicked his tongue and stared at you. You sighed. “I don’t want you to waste money on me.”
“Don’t stress,” he said, waving off your concern with a wave of his hand. You settled in your seat as he rolled down the window. You were distractedly scrolling on your phone to pass time as he spent the next five minutes ordering.
Looking up, you saw he already had the bag of food on his lap, but instead of handing it to you, his arm is leaning against the window, smirking as he talks to the cashier working the drive-thru. She has her finger twirling her hair, leaning so far from the narrow window you’re surprised she hasn’t fallen out yet.
“Hello?? Can we go?!” you snapped.
“Oh, sorry.” The girl leered in your direction, taking you back momentarily before she fixed her features in time when she looked back at Ran. “It was nice meeting you,” she said softly, her voice lacking the same venomous tone she gave you earlier.
“Pleasure meeting you too. See you around beautiful.” You don’t know if he winked or did his signature smirk at her, but it was something of that nature because she had to fan herself to calm the redness on her face as his car began driving off.
You took the bag of food from his lap and ripped it open. “Do you really have to flirt with every girl you meet?”
“Someone sounds jealous.” You weren’t even looking in his direction but you could envision the shit eating grin of his face when he said that.
“I’m not jealous. I just know how to keep it in my pants and not go around flirting with every guy I meet.” You bit the packaging of the straw and poked it in your drink more aggressively than you intended.
“Have you maybe thought that’s because you just suck at flirting?”
You almost choked on your drink with how quick you moved your head to face him. “I don’t suck at flirting!”
He snorted, taking one hand off the wheel to support his head as he leaned against the door. “Sureeeeeeeee.”
“Don't say sure like that.”
“Why not?”
“Because you don’t believe me!”
He shrugged. “I don’t.” He stopped the car at a red light. “Show me how you flirt then.”
You stared down at the food in your hands, contemplating if you should. When you looked up, you saw him already staring at you, waiting. “Fine.” You wiped your hands and set your food back down, putting it back in the takeout bag before shifting to face him on your seat.
You cleared your throat, readying yourself to speak. The second you opened your mouth, it was like your mind blanked and you instantly closed it again. “This is too embarrassing. I can’t.”
“It’s only embarrassing if you make it embarrassing,” he responded back, shifting his attention back on the road when the light changed to green.
“No. I just know you’re going to laugh at me if I do it.”
“No I won’t.” He put a hand over his heart. “Scouts honour”
“You’re so ridiculous,” you grumbled but laughed nonetheless. “Okay, I’ll do it once we get home. I need time to prepare.”
Ran seemed to agree with that and in the fifteen minutes it took you to get home, you finished your food. He was parked outside your house across the street and you were idly sipping at your drink.
“Alright, ready?” He turned the engine off, leaving the radio still on.
“Wait this is my favourite song.” You inched forward to turn the volume up only to recoil when he slapped your hand away. “What the hell?!”
“Stop stalling.” He ignored the frustrated look on your face. “Show me already. I didn’t drive you here for nothing.”
“You shouldn’t have driven here at 3 in the morning anyway!”
“So ungrateful.” He pinched your nose with two fingers, laughing when you swatted him away. “Show meeee.”
“Okay fine! Fine!” You set your drink in the cupholder and turned to look at him. “I actually don’t know how to flirt.”
“Had a feeling.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Want me to teach you,” he asked gently, looking directly into your eyes. You found it hard to look away in that moment, like so much was riding on your answer.
You nodded slowly. “Yeah… okay…”
“Alright. Guys love it when you’re confident and can hold eye contact. So hold eye contact as much as you can, but don’t stare like a creep. That shit’s weird. Show ‘em you’re engaged in the conversation when they’re talking about themselves and just stare into their eyes. Shit, that even gets me all fuzzy when a girl knows how to hold it. Had me stutterin’ and shit once.”
You blinked and envisioned a stuttering, flustered Ran in your mind. “Really? Eye contact? That’s all?” He shrugged and nodded. “That sounds really hard to believe honestly.”
“Really?” You nodded. “Reaaaally?” he repeated, extra slow, giving you enough time to back out when you have the chance.
“Yes. Reaaaaally Ran.”
“Tell me what you did today.”
You crossed your arms and looked up at the ceiling. “Well…I woke up this morning…I went to work, had lunch, worked until 4, then came home and studied.”
“In detail.”
“Is that really necessary?” you complained, but the look on his face was completely serious. Sighing, you settled back into your seat. “Okay so I went to bed late as fuck last night and I woke up at like 12 which was so bad because my shift started in fifteen minutes. So I wondered whether or not I should go and—”
“Look at me when you talk.”
You were about to slap him. You sighed and turned to look at him.
“I went to back late last night and woke up at like…” Your mind blanked, and you struggled to find your words or remember what the hell you did hours ago with him looking so intently at you. “...11 ish? Which was—”
“You said it was 12, no?” he tilted his head, his stare unwavering.
You gulped. “Yes. Sorry. I woke up at 12 and my shift started at 12:15.” Your face burned. Just what the hell was wrong with you. In that moment, you felt like you were out of your own body, spirit you watching as you did nothing but blink uselessly at Ran. You fought the urge to slap yourself and ignore his slutty mind tricks.
You looked down at your lap only to have him lift your face back to him with a single finger. “You’re not done with your story yet.”
“...right…right.” You cleared your throat again. He leaned forward, forearms resting on the steering wheel, locking his gaze on you. Was Ran always this hot? Surely you’ve noticed it before but not like this, where your mind is focusing only on him, and pushing all other stray thoughts out of the way
You inhaled deeply and regained composure. “And I briefly considered whether or not I should go in late…but my boss has been kinda mean to me lately and…”
He raised an eyebrow, nodding as he studied your face, and urged you to continue when you stopped talking.
“...so I went in and finished my shift. My boss wasn’t too mad at me which was good I guess.”
“Then what?” His voice was purposefully different than usual, it was lower in that moment, throwing you off balance completely.
Your throat suddenly felt dry. “One second.” You grabbed your drink from before and began taking long sips from it, still feeling the intensity of his stare against the side of your face. Once you gulped half the drink down, you forcefully swallowed your burp, not wanting to ruin the weird, but heated atmosphere in the car with your natural bodily functions.
“Then I went home to study for my exam on Thursday and fell asleep. Then your annoying ass woke me up and here I am.”
He laughed lightly, pulling back to return back to his seat. “How hard was that? Be honest.” His head rested back against the headrest, smirking at you. “Don’t lie now.”
You looked down at your lap, averting your eyes from his and refusing to make eye contact. You hated that you had to admit that it actually worked, his intense eye contact had actually effected you. He kept urging you until you persisted and you groaned inwardly. “Fine. It worked.”
“Seeeeee?” He jostled you playfully, and you smiled weakly. “I told ya. Anyway, want more advice?”
“There’s more?” Was the eye contact not enough? You didn’t even want to think how much power this man has.
“Yeah. Say his name a lot. Drives me crazy when I hear a girl say my name.”
You snorted. “Sounds oddly narcissistic of you,” you retorted before you could catch yourself. “Sorry.”
“(Y/N),” he called your name in a deep, rumbling tone that had you internally shut down and log off.
Once you came back, you grinned, impressed. “Wow…you’re good,” you admitted, subtly rubbing your hand along your arm to rid it of the goosebumps that seemed to sprout up whenever he spoke to you in that tone. “You’re actually a danger to society.”
“It’s fun making girls all flustered.” His hand rose to rest on your thigh. When you didn’t shrug it off or tell him to stop, his fingers began to caress softly against your skin. His touch felt electrifying, zapping through the fabric of your pyjama bottoms as he continued his actions.
“Something wrong?” he asked teasingly when he saw you struggle to control yourself, clenching your thighs together.
“Nothing’s wrong.”
“You’re not gonna tell me to stop?”
“No.”
“I see.” His thumb continued to stroke your inner thigh.
You don’t know what possessed you at that moment, but you grabbed his hand and placed it between your legs. He looked at you, confused and surprised at your sudden boldness.
You pulled him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck, and whispered into his ear, “I can be seductive too, you know?”
Something in your words ignited a flame inside him, something primal and raw when your lips softly grazed down his ear. He turned his head to meet yours.
“I’m sure you can be,” he said softly, leaning in to kiss you gently. The kiss was only a soft press of his lips against yours, and your desire to want him to kiss you for real grew stronger by the second.
His hand moved down your body, helping you pass the console to straddle him. One hand slid down the back of his neck as you kissed each other hungrily, your tongue sliding out to meet his. He bit your bottom lip, gently sucking it while running his tongue along the inside of your mouth, slowly parting your lips with his.
“Fuck,” you breathed out, pulling away to look down at him, resting your forehead against his. You went back in, and the kiss quickly turned heated, hungry and wild. “This doesn’t mean anything, right?” you asked, panting slightly.
He broke the eye contact to look down at his hands on your waist, sliding down to your hips and held you firmly in place, leaving no space between you. “Nah. Let’s just have fun.”
He cupped the back of your neck to bring you in for another kiss, your insides melting as your body temperature rose at the feeling of his rough hands working you over. He fumbled with the drawstrings of your pj bottoms until they loosened, slipping his hands inside, desperate to touch bare skin.
“No panties,” he grinned against your lips, giving you a peck when you flushed.
“They’re uncomfortable at night…gotta let it breathe, you know?” you mumbled, looking down at his lap.
He nudged your head up using his own and reattached his lips to yours. His hands continued to explore your body, roaming up and down your back, clutching at your waist. He placed his hand firmly on the back of your head, gilding your head movements into the kiss.
His thumb traced circles on the soft flesh on your hip as your mouth left his to plant open, wet kisses along his neck, teeth nipping and skimming when the radio thought it’ll be a wonderfully convenient idea to switch from the soft music it was playing earlier, to sudden heavy death metal, loud instruments and screaming booming through the car.
You both jumped apart, your head smacked against the roof of the car, wailing as you winced when Ran started laughing. “It’s not funny!”
He doesn’t stop laughing because why would he, but he at least reached forward, your body on his lap following his movements as he turned the volume down.
“Why do you even have that on your playlist?!”
“Rindou had a…phase. I hate it too, don’t worry.”
You continued to rub the sore spot and pouted when you felt a headache blooming, already kissing goodbye to your good night’s sleep tonight.
“Come here.” He smoothed a hand over the sore spot. “Better?”
“Kinda.” Your sour mood lessens and you start laughing, hiding your face in his shoulder. Your shoulders shook as you struggled to control your laughter. He laughed alongside you, his arms tightening around your body as he pulled you back against him.
“That scared the living shit out of me,” you panted, finally catching your breath, kissing down the side of his neck.
He turned his face to properly meet yours. You kissed him deeply, slowly rocking your hips with his as his strong hands squeezed tightly against your ass. After a while, you broke the kiss, your body now craving more than just kissing.
“Stop teasing me,” you complained, pushing him lightly on the chest.
“‘S fun seeing you so worked up,” he said with a shitty smirk, pressing a kiss to your neck. Your head lolled back as he steadily worked his way down the column of your throat, then down your chest.
His fingers bunched around the hem of your shirt, about to tug it off when you looked outside. The sun was still dark, but the promise of sunrise just around the corner as it rounded near 4 am. Obviously people wouldn’t be up and walking around this late, but the thought still made you stiffen.
“What’s wrong?” Ran asked, pausing with your shirt half way up your stomach.
“Can we go inside?” you asked, dragging the tips of your nails along the flat plane of his stomach. Despite having spent the last ten minutes making out with this man, the question implied more and your face burned when his eyes widened a bit.
You looked down at your hands moving under his shirt, tracing patterns across his skin and bit down a giggle when he squirmed as you hit a particularly ticklish spot, poking his belly button. You took a mental note of that for later…
“You sure you wanna?” he asked carefully. You nodded. “Alright. Let’s go.”
You quietly stumbled out of the car, holding his hand as you crossed the street to your house. You were fumbling with your keys, hard to find the keyhole in the darkness. It wasn’t helping your focus and accuracy with Ran behind you, fingers caressing your hips and waist, nipping at your neck. You let out a soft moan, giving up with your keys to lean your head back against his shoulder to give him more access before you quickly came to your senses.
“I need to open the door, go away,” you said with a huff, ignoring his laughter as you pushed him away.
The door slammed shut and you locked it before pouncing on Ran, letting him press you up hard against the door as he hungrily devoured your mouth. His lips branded the soft skin of your neck as he dipped lower, carrying you to your bedroom. You were dropped mindlessly on your bed, bouncing from the impact as he hovered over you, your mind pleasantly blank as you focused solely on how badly you needed him right now.
His fingers slipped down your underwear and you saw stars.
~*~
As you were walking through the aisles of the grocery store, your music was interrupted by your phone ringing. You jerked your phone out from your jeans pocket to stare at the caller ID. Just a long string of numbers.
“Who is this?” you asked suspiciously, racking your brain for a time you handed your number out to anyone you hadn’t saved.
“It’s Ran. What, forgot about me already?”
Your mood immediately dampened and you clutched your phone tighter in your hand. “Why’re you calling me?”
“Easy with the hostility, man. I just wanted to talk to you.”
“And you couldn’t have done this, I dunno, in the two months you spent ghosting me? And don’t tell me “easy with the hostility”, I have a right to be fucking mad after you just hit and dipped like that.”
“Hit and dipped?”
“You ghosted me dumbass.”
You heard a loud exhale. “Right… yeah about that.”
“What do you want Ran?”
“I miss you.”
You almost forgot how to breathe. “Areyoufuckingkiddingmerightnow?”
“You heard me. I said I missed you.”
“Let me guess, there’s no other girls available right now, right? That’s why you’re bugging me?” It would be a wild accusation if not for the fact after that night you spent together, his phone buzzed incessantly, the constant vibrations waking you up and you saw notifications of girls in his inbox, sending him the usual “are you up?” text messages, followed up with images of themselves half naked.
He hummed. “Why would there be other girls? I’m talking to you right now.”
“Because you’re you.”
“Ok, but I’m serious though. I miss you a lot.” You found it so hard to give this man any sympathy.
“Well who’s fault is that? Nobody asked you to stop speaking to me after that night.”
“I know I know. I messed up. I just didn’t know how to approach you after that.” He sounded seriously stressed over this, and your face softened for a fraction of a moment before memories of you constantly checking your phone to see if he bothered to open your message yet reappear in your mind; just like that, your scowl is back, sympathy long gone.
“Right. Because THE Haitani Ran gets nervous after sex. Wow, shocker.”
“I mean, you were the best lay I ever had.”
Your traitorous heart stuttered without your permission, making your lips quirk up into a smile. “Really?” You cursed yourself for even entertaining his bullshit, and cursed your body even more for reacting in such a manner.
“Yeah, course you were.”
“Then why’d you ghost me? It’s like you want me to hate you. I swear to god for the life of me I’ll never under male logic.”
“It’s not male logic. ‘S just me, being a dumbass.”
“Yeah, no shit.”
“This was different though because we were friends before we fucked, and I didn’t wanna make things weird. I had no clue how to text you after that.” You guessed that made sense, having felt the same awkwardness the morning after waking up sore with him beside you.
“Oh. Well, it’s only weird if you make it weird.”
“Right. So…can I make it up to you?”
“How?”
“Let’s hang out.”
“Like hang out or ‘hang out’?” Part of you wanted it to be the first one, not wanting to ruin anymore awkwardness in your friendship by sleeping with each other again. But the other part of your body already was hellbent on it being the second, already addicted to the way he makes you feel in bed.
“The former. But,” his voice dropped lower, “it can also be the latter, if you’re down.”
“I’m down,” you said a bit too quickly for someone trying to seem indifferent.
“Cool. See you tonight then.”
Before you could say goodbye, he was already saying hi to someone else, and then hung up. Any negative emotions you felt for him was tempered by the excitement buzzing through your limbs as you continued shopping for groceries with a dopey smile on your face, happy you were able to patch things up.
~*~
Time passes since you both agreed to this weird friends with benefits arrangement. All awkwardness is stomped on and thrown out the window, now more open to the matter. Months go by of you losing yourself in his sheets, of him mapping out your body with his tongue, latching his mouth onto your skin and marking you all over. Months go by of you craving his touch whenever you’re alone, picturing his voice in your ear, his presence caging you from above when you’re with other men. Months go by of you both making plans, with you, more than him, staring at your phone the entire day, starting the mental countdown to when you’re next able to see him.
Life is good for Ran, until the day he dreaded the most every year rolls around. The day he has to visit his mother in prison along with Rindou. Their meet-ups are nothing more than an annual thing, visiting her on her birthday every year.
“So what have you been up to this year?” she asked disinterestedly.
Ran could see right through her, can see she’s started using again if the bloodshot eyes and the not so subtle way she rubs her nose were any clue.
“Good ma,” Rindou responded. “I’ve took up DJ’ing in a few of Dad’s clubs in my free time.”
At the mention of her ex-husband, she sneered. Rindou rolled his eyes. “Are you gonna do that every time I mention him ma?”
“I’ll react however the fuck I want when you bring up that passed around, dried up whore of a man,” she snapped. Rindou doesn’t react, already used to her mood swings and aggressive comments about his father. She jerked her head over to her weirdly quiet son. “And you? What’s your deal?”
“My deal?” Ran asked, matching her levels of indifference.
“What have you been up to,” she repeated slower, like he was dumb.
“Nothing.”
“What? Your life is that shit you haven’t done anything for the past year? Nothing at all?” She stared at Ran who responded with silence and a blank stare. “Even I’ve done shit and I’m stuck in this hell hole.”
“Well whose fault is that?” Ran snapped back. Rindou slapped his forehead.
“Listen here you—”
“Ran’s been seeing a girl ma,” Rindou said quickly, hoping that small drop of information about his brother’s life was enough to diffuse a bad situation.
“A girl?? Who?”
“Just some girl. You don’t know her and never will,” Ran grumbled.
“Is she…?” she gestured at him, at herself. He didn’t respond and she changed the wording of her question. “How did you meet?”
“She’s not involved in what we do ma. If that’s what you’re wondering.”
“Good.” She let out an exhale in relief. “And you make sure to leave her out of it.”
“What?”
She pointed her finger at him. “Don’t pursue this girl because you’re selfish and want to bring her in potential danger. Keep her around, fuck her or whatever it is you do in your spare time that you wanna keep a secret from me, but if you pursue her romantically then you’re a selfish piece of shit.”
Ran stiffened, his glare hardening in her direction. “Keep out of my goddamn business.”
“You know I’m right, Ran. That’s why you’re mad. Isn’t that right, Rindou?” She looked at her youngest son who looked tentatively between them both, staying stubbornly silent. She clicked her tongue and turned back to Ran. “You’d rather put this girl in danger because you can’t stand being alone by yourself. You’ve got issues, Ran. That’s why you haven’t had a relationship longer than 3 months. Correct?”
Ran stared down at the table, silent.
“Do you care about her?” she asked and Rindou had no idea if he pictured it or not but it looked like she softened for a moment.
Ran didn’t respond, but nodded in slight movements.
“If you truly care about this girl, you’ll leave her alone. It’s for her own good. Bringing her into your lifestyle is just selfish.”
“Times up,” The officer from the back of the room said, walking towards the table with handcuffs.
She stood up and placed her hands behind her back. “Do the right thing, Ran.”
“How do you know that’s true though?” he asked.
“Speaking from experience. Look at me, suffering from the actions of your father. He brought me into this lifestyle, and I wasn’t prepared for it. So now I’m facing the consequences. You’re just like your father, Ran. An emotionally distant, sadistic, messed up man. Embrace it or don’t. Try to change or don’t. Either way I don’t care. Just don’t ruin others because of that nature.”
The officer tightened her handcuffs and locked them. “Let’s go,” he said, before escorting her out of the room.
Rindou looked at his brother with sympathy. “You okay?” His hand rose to rest of his shoulder but Ran stood up before he could make contact.
He shoved his hands into his pockets and turned around. “Let’s go.”
~*~
You weren’t sure what was going on with Ran but he seemed emotionally distant. He was no longer affectionate towards you when you both hung out, his response time was a lot slower than it used to be. When you had sex, he was totally fine though, which weirded you out because he would randomly do a complete 180 out of nowhere with the affection.
“That was amazing,” you said panting as you collapsed back on the bed. Ran hummed in agreement, gathering you in his chest as you cuddled. You buried your face in his neck, the scent of his cologne heavy in your nose.
“I know,” he sighed, looking down and kissing your forehead. You smiled harder, fighting back the urge to giggle and use his warm body as a blanket.
You were playing with the tip of his braid, occasionally twirling it around the tip of your index finger when you decided now was the time to approach the topic that’d been brewing inside you the last few months.
“So…” you traced your fingernail across the spiral tattoo on his chest.
He looked down at you, a lazy smirk on his face. “So?” He kissed your forehead again.
You bit down on your lip and forced yourself to look into Ran’s eyes. “This might sound cliche, or cheesy or whatever but…”
“Doubt it,” he snorted, taking your hand off his chest and linking his fingers with yours, clutching your hand tightly. When you looked stumped for words, he nudged his shoulder, softly jostling you in the process. “What’s up?”
“Well…” God, this was harder than you thought it would be.
You chewed the skin of your lips as you tried to calm your nerves before you exploded with anxiety. You nearly froze when he placed his thumb against your lip, tugging it free from its brawl with your teeth.
Fuck it. “I just wanted to know…what are we…?”
It didn’t help your already racing nerves when he froze beneath you, and you swore you could feel the blood in his body stop flowing at that moment.
He sat up abruptly, sending you sliding off his chest. You blinked uselessly at the muscled plane of his back, grabbing the sheets and clutching it towards your chest, your body deprived of the warmth his body provided earlier now making your limbs go cold.
He scratched his hair and sighed exhaustedly. “I gotta be honest with you.”
You barely found your voice as you softly said, “Go on.”
“I don’t want a relationship right now.”
“Oh.” You quietly cleared your throat, sitting upright and shifting backwards on your mattress until your back hit the headboard. “With me…or?”
“Anyone.”
“So…what was the point of this then?”
“I dunno? I mean I just thought you liked…” he gestured at the both of you, hoping you’d see where he was coming from. When you didn’t and just stared at him confused, he got more frustrated. “You know, this? What were we doing? I didn’t know you—” He sighed again and groaned.
You felt like your throat was stuffed with cotton with how hard it was to breathe. “But I thought you liked me?”
“I do like you.”
“So then what’s the hold up?”
“Just because I like you doesn’t mean I have to be with you, okay? I’m busy all the fucking time and you’ll just be getting in the way of that,” he said curtly, not bothering to hide the clear frustration in his voice.
Hurt prickled across your skin, your ears felt full as you toned out everything he was saying. He turned to face you, those eyes of his that normally made you flush from head to toe now felt so cold and distant, like you didn’t know who the man in front of you was.
“Just get out, Ran.” You choked back tears as they threatened to fall from your eyes, but you quickly looked away before they could. He’d seen you vulnerable beneath him many times, but this time was different. You couldn’t—no, you won’t allow him the satisfaction of seeing he made you this upset.
“No wait.” He reached out for you, his heart shattering when you pushed him away, sulking.
He had a weird feeling in his chest, one that he wasn’t used to feeling, and instead of combating his emotions like a regular person, he discarded them to the side, pretending they didn’t exist. He sighed exasperatedly and slid off your bed.
You moved to lay down, covering your entire body with your bedsheets as you heard him pack up his things. He silently changed and gently closed the door when he left. Once you heard your front door close, you sat up and wiped your tears, grabbing your phone from your dresser.
The next few hours were spent watching youtube videos, laughing softly at the comments people left. It made you feel less useless about yourself and tried to desperately take your mind off what just happened prior. Honestly, you blame yourself for even bringing it up. It wasn’t worth ruining a two year friendship over.
Sure, it’s normal to catch feelings for a guy that treats you nice, isn’t selfish in bed and actually takes his time to account for your needs. That doesn’t mean you’re romantically interested in him though, right? Guaranteed it could’ve been any other of your friends, like Sanzu or even Mikey and you would’ve developed those same feelings, right?
Before you had any time to digest that topic deeper, a text message notification popped up on your screen.
Ran: ok so that was awkward before. Can we talk this over properly?? I dont want to ruin what we had honestly. It…was a mistake to start sleeping together i know. We both had different intentions and i apologise if I sent you mixed feelings. Your friendship is something I value a lot and I don’t wanna lose that. So can we start over??? Just be friends this time?
You: sure i guess. Sorry if i made things uncomfortable earlier.
Ran: ur good. Ill see you later then?
You: yeah okay
You and Ran had fought many times over the course of your friendship, and each time you both were able to move on like nothing happened. But this time, it just felt different. You felt it.
~*~
“You know it’s 3 in the morning right?” Sanzu rubbed his eyes, yawning obnoxiously. “I mentally check out from 2-10am.”
“Shut up.” You dig around in his pocket and pull out a box of cigarettes. “Give me a lighter.”
“Since when do you smoke?” he asked, then tacked on, “Oh and I don’t have one.”
“Then why do you have a box of cigarettes then?!”
Sanzu blinked at your sudden outburst. “Okay first. Calm down. Inside voices, we’re outside right now.” You fought the urge to point out how contradictory it was to use your inside voice outside but let it slide. “Secondly, why are you acting so…”
“So what?”
“You know…” he looked carefully at you, trying to gauge your reaction if he were to say the words he truly wanted to say.
“If you’re about to say bitchy save it.”
“I wasn’t!”
“Then what were you going to say?” you raised your brow, waiting. He slowly closed his mouth and looked down at the floor in defeat. “Exactly,” you said triumphantly, then exhaled softly and looked around the street for any convenience stores that sell lighters.
“So can I ask why you suddenly want to smoke?”
“I’m stressed out okay?” You began walking towards the 24 hour convenience store across the street, Sanzu following behind you. “I sort of, maybe not, confessed to Ran earlier and he wanted to stay friends. So now I don’t think I can handle being in the same room as him without wanting to die.”
Sanzu yawned again, scratching his eye. “That sucks. I dunno what that has to do with me though.”
“I need company! I feel like I’m going to explode if I’m alone with myself tonight.”
The bell chimed when you both entered the store, instantly heading over to the counter to buy the lighter. The cashier went to the back to grab the lighter.
“All I’m hearing is that you missed me,” Sanzu teased, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He was expecting you to push him off like you normally do. He definitely was not expecting you to chuckle, hug him back and mildly not in agreement.
He backed away dramatically, narrowly avoiding stumbling into a display shelf and tapped your shoulder to get your attention. When you turned around, he kept staring gingerly at your face, causing you to raise your eyebrow.
“What?”
“Who are you and what did you do to my friend?”
You scoffed and rolled your eyes, pushing him away from you. The cashier handed you the lighter and you paid him, leaving the store with Sanzu behind you. Grabbing the box of cigarettes, you lit one up and exhaled for the nth time tonight.
“Do you think it’s normal for a guy to just be friends with a girl they used to have a thing with? Or if it’s normal for them to be friends with girls they know like them?”
Sanzu shrugged. “Are you asking the opinion of all men or just Ran? Because nobody knows what that guy is thinking when it comes to women. He’s way too comfortable around girls so probably? I mean, it’ll be in the back of his mind, sure, but as long as you’re not awkward around him it’ll be fine.”
“You sure?”
“Guess we’ll have to see.” He pulled the cigarette from your mouth and dropped it on the floor, stubbing it out with his foot. At your shocked face, he held his hand out. “I don’t want you taking on bad habits because you’re having an emotional meltdown.”
You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. “I’m not having an emotional meltdown.”
“Sure…” He yawned for the fifth time tonight. “If I stay out any longer I’m going to pass out on the street. I’ll see you later, okay?” He pat you on the head, deliberately ignoring your complaint of “don’t fuck up my hair” and made his way home.
~*~
In the time you spent avoiding anything Ran related, that also meant avoiding people and situations that he was guaranteed to be there. It meant you stop hanging out with your mutual friends in groups, stopped going to parties you knew he was hosting. Was it bad your other friendships had to be jeprodized because you were too scared to confront your newfound, fresh start with Ran? Yeah, it wasn’t your proudest moment either. But it also meant you were spending a lot more time with Sanzu and Mikey. Out of everyone in his gang, they were the least close, only talking to each other with work related issues. Sanzu and Ran had this unspoken hatred with each other, that made the two of them avoid each other at all costs, not wanting to start another argument or fight.
That was great news for you because it would mean no impromptu visits, like the incident at Hanma’s house, or no unexpected calls from Ran like when you were hanging out with Kakucho, or no fear that Ran would be upstairs in his room when you were hanging out with Rindou.
Hanging out with Sanzu more often also meant getting closer with Senju. She’s two years younger than you and you treated her like a little sister. It was her birthday next weekend and Takeomi was in charge of the planning the surprise birthday party, which meant nobody had a single clue who was coming.
If that were the case, you wouldn’t have shown up that day.
“Ran. Are you going to Senju’s party?” Takeomi asked, exhaling cigarette smoke over the phone.
“Do I have to? I don’t know that girl.”
“I don’t care what you do. Just tell me so I can start planning her shit.”
“Depends honestly. Who’s going?”
Takeomi started listing off the names which included some of Senju’s college friends that Ran didn’t care about, some of their mutual friends like Sanzu (duh), Mikey, Kakucho, you, Rindou—wait, hold up.
“Wait, (y/n)’s going?” Ran cut Takeomi off mid sentence.
Takeomi grunted. “Yes.”
“Fine. I’ll go.” He hung up before Takeomi could say anything. Honestly Ran couldn’t care less about Senju, his only motivation was the thought of seeing you.
The fact he sent you that message, hoping it’ll mend whatever dent was placed in your friendship, only to get slapped in the face when you spent the last four months avoiding him pissed him off to no extent. He wasn’t blocked, he knew you wouldn’t do that to him, but he didn’t have the courage to check either. Maybe this party would be the perfect time to talk to you, to catch up and mend until he could selfishly hold you in his arms again.
He didn’t spend the whole four months pining over you, the group of girls in his bed would confirm that, but there was an unknown feeling in his chest, something always wriggling at the back of his mind that he knew distantly was caused by you. It was getting annoying, having his shitty mother’s words ringing in the back of his mind every time he thought about making up with you. It took him about three months to realise that he actually loved you, whether that was a fact he wanted to accept or not. That feeling he was deliberately avoiding, was his conscious telling him to stop self sabotaging himself and just tell you how he feels.
He can’t wait to see you next Saturday.
~*~
When Ran says he knew nothing about your life in the last four months it wasn't an exaggeration. He genuinely had no idea who you were with, what you were doing, where and when. So you could only imagine his shock when he sees you’ve somehow become best buddies with Manjiro and fucking Sanzu, the idiot currently sitting between your legs on the floor as you braided his hair.
You looked so pretty tonight, dressed up semi formal. Your hair and makeup was done in a way that Ran had never seen you in before. Senju sat beside you, talking loudly and making you laugh. Sanzu scrolled on his phone, waiting for you to finish his hair. Mikey sat next to you, his head resting on your shoulder as he looked like he was on the verge of sleep.
If you noticed him come in tonight, you sure hid it well, not even bothering to acknowledge his existence. He was planning on talking to you after Senju blew out her candles, that was until he saw what he did.
After a load of drinks, everybody was pretty tipsy, including you and Manjiro as you both made out in the patio, his hands caressing your thighs as you sat sideways on his lap. The patio was filled with Senju’s friends in the pool, the smell of barbecue (requested by Senju) filling the air as people hovered around the grill, desperate for some savoury meat. It was hard to see you and Manjiro at first, but he did, as if his eyes were automatically drawn to you no matter where in the room.
Granted he had no right to feel the way he did, he knows that, and his words from that night constantly play on loop in his mind. He told you he wanted to be just friends and you agreed to that, and friends don’t get mad at friends for having relationships. But his boss of all fucking people? He wouldn’t give this much of a fuck if it was Shion or something.
“Drink up bitch!” Sanzu shoved a cup into Ran’s hand, resting his arm on the taller boy’s shoulder as he watched Ran grimace at the beverage.
“The fuck is this supposed to be?”
“Dunno honestly. Just mixed a bunch of shit together.” Sanzu clinked his cup with his. “You’ll probably wake up tomorrow with memory loss and severe liver damage, but bon appetit.”
“I’m not drinking your mystery drink.”
“Boo. No fun.” Sanzu pouted, taking a big gulp of his drink.
“Why are you even talking to me?”
“Because you look like you’re about to kill somebody and as much as I relate to that feeling, I don’t want any drama on Senju’s birthday. She’ll never shut the fuck up about it. So drink up and enjoy the party dude.” He lifted the cup to Ran’s lips which stayed stubbornly closed until he gave in, making a face as it burned down his throat.
“See! It’s not so bad!” Sanzu slapped his back before walking away, ready to hand out samples of his new drink to random people.
Fifteen minutes later and whatever Sanzu poured in that drink did wonders, Ran couldn’t help but admit. He got over his sour funk sooner than he’d thought. The liquor running through his veins made him socialise a hundred times better and managed to snag five pretty girls’ numbers tonight. He was currently leaning against the wall, hovering beside this girl he couldn’t remember the name of for the life of him (it wasn’t his fault, he blames it on Sanzu), as she tilted up to whisper provocative things in his ear. She looked like she’d be good in bed, and that was all Ran was thinking about when he saw your hair bounce past him.
Ran looked just in time to see you disappear through a doorway, and he abruptly pulled himself away from the girl before him. “I’ll be back in a sec. Just…do whatever,” he said, not even looking at her as he walked away.
When he rounded the corner, his stomach did backflips as he saw you yell something to some people inside a room down the hallway before turning around. You almost recoiled when you saw Ran and mentally cursed the fact there was no objects, or people you could hide behind.
You pressed your lips into a wry smile and tried to walk past him before he grabbed your arm, stopping you. “What, so you’re not talking to me at all now?”
“Okay, calm down. It’s been like four months.”
“Which is a long time?” His phone lit up in his hand, a text message of a girl asking where he is with a string of sad faces emojis, and to add fuel to the fire, a tongue and water splash emoji. Ran clicked his tongue and made a mental note to block her when he’s done with this.
You scoffed. “Sorry I hadn’t been able to entertain you these last four months, Ran. I just assumed girls 1 though 56 had it handled for me.”
“The fuck is that supposed to mean,” he said curtly, shoving his phone back in his pocket.
You looked up at him, mouth in a thin line as you hissed, “Exactly how it sounds. Now I have somewhere to be.” You tried to skirt past him but he blocked your way out. He suddenly felt too big, too close, and your simmering temper was beginning to surface. “Ran seriously move.” You tried pushing his chest, but it didn’t work.
“Why? So you can go back to sucking face with Mikey?” Shut up…please, just shut up, sober Ran was yelling inside his head, but the words just came out before he could stop them. Note to self, never drink anything from Sanzu ever again.
“Sucking face? Why are you…why do you even care?! You’re the one that said “I don’t want a relationship right now” so you don’t get a right to act all possessive over me and shit. Just because you’re too emotionally stunted to maintain a goddamn relationship, doesn’t mean everybody else is like that.” Your chest burnt with anger at his fucking audacity. Seriously, who does he think he is?
“What, so you want a relationship with Mikey, that it? Someone’s who is even more emotionally stunted than everybody in this fucking party combined?”
“And if I do? Is that your business? Whatever my decision is, it’s not up to you. Now get out of my way.” You leaned in close to his face as you glared up at him. His anger gave way into something more heated that made him lick his lips, wondering how you’d react if he were to kiss you right now. You were about to attempt to walk away when Kakucho stumbled out of one of the rooms in the hallway, slightly tipsy.
“What’s going on? Why are you yelling?”
“Kakucho. Get your boy and tell him to leave me the fuck alone.” You pointed at Ran who snapped out of his stupor.
“Ran, let her leave.”
“Not till I get my answers.”
You pinched your temples, not even bothering to lower your voice as you yelled in sheer frustration, “What answers Ran?! I don’t owe you shit!”
“What’s going on?” Mikey stumbled out of the room you were exiting earlier and his arm instantly found itself on your waist. You were still seething, your heavy breathing only calming down once Mikey’s hand curled a little more around you, pulling you flush against his side.
“Nothing. Let’s go,” you said softly to Mikey, letting him lead you back to the room.
Ran’s anger returned tenfold upon seeing your hand hold Mikey back. “Since when are you two such good friends?”
“That’s none of your damn business,” you yelled back from the end of the hallway, your grip around Mikey tightening significantly.
“Don’t tell me you’re fucking him now? What is he your new boy toy? You’re that desperate?”
Kakucho slapped a hand on his forehead, regretting not pulling Ran away before he had the chance.
You froze at the door, turning to look at him. In the years of your friendship with Ran, he’d seen you get angry many times, yelling at characters in movies when they do something stupid, yelling at him over the mic when you were playing video games. And in every one of those instances, he was never on the receiving end of your anger. The look you gave him, if it could, would’ve turned him to stone with how irate you looked right now. Dimly, he knew what he was doing was wrong, and if he was sober enough he would've definitely stopped himself from saying those things, but he was hurt, and angry, and those two combinations had him feeling like he had a right to make you feel the same way.
“I’m sorry, what?” You stepped out of Mikey’s grip. “Oh this is fucking rich. The irony right now, holy shit!” You began laughing. “If what I’m doing is considered “desperate” to you, then what does that make you? Pathetic? Huh? Needing fifty girls attention on you every second of every fucking day doesn’t seem desperate to you?”
Your loud laughter began to draw people in the party towards the hallway, interested in the loud argument going on. Kakucho grabbed Ran’s arm, shaking his head as if he could read his thoughts. “Don’t respond. Let’s just go.”
Ran shoved his hand off him, sending Kakucho back against the wall. “Nah I’m gonna respond.” He turned back to you, uncaring of all the eyes watching the scene take place. “You stay bringing up these girls in every single conversation I have with you and shame them like you weren’t proud to be one of them months ago.”
Your eyebrows rose in surprise. “So that’s all I was? A number to you? Enlighten me Ran, what number was I? 34? 52?”
“What fucking difference does it make if you know.”
“It makes no difference. I just want to hear you say it.” You closed the distance between you both and poked a finger into his chest. “I wanna hear you say that you enjoy ruining girls lives by making them fall for you with your shitty words and affection, then running away the second things get serious because you’re a coward afraid of stability.”
He pretended your words didn’t cut as deep as they did, pretended your words didn’t take him back to his mother’s birthday all those months ago, sitting at that table and listening to her spew hot garbage in his face about his personality and issues that he refused to acknowledge.
“That wasn’t the case with you. I didn’t tell you to fall for me.”
“That wasn’t the case? So I’m somehow different? How so?”
“Because—” Even in his drunken mind, he knew telling you he loved you now would only pull you further away than you already were. He pressed his lips in a thin line, and looked away from your oppressive stare. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Because your reasoning doesn’t exist, Ran. Stop searching for nothing. You’re a shitty person and you need to acknowledge that.” You pulled your finger away from his chest and turned around, lowering your voice to almost a whisper. “Now just stay out of my life.”
He didn’t say anything and only watched you approach Mikey again, the man not even bothering to look at Ran the entire time as he took you inside the room, closing it shut. Ran’s ears were burning and his chest clenched as he realised the gravity of what he’d just done. So much for making amends.
You went home and instantly blocked his number and cried yourself to sleep that night, regretting even messing with him to begin with.
~*~
“Are you sure this is safe?” you asked, looking around the strange alleyway surrounding you.
“Don’t be a fucking wuss! Besides, I can fight remember? Nobody’s touching me tonight.”
“Yeah but…underground clubs are scary.”
“I know but that’s what makes this so exciting! Come on, let’s go!” She held your hand firm and tightly in her hand, giving you a reassurance squeeze that did nothing to help calm your raging nerves.
“Imagine your brother finds you here tonight,” you laughed.
“Oh fuck. Takeomi would probably lock me in a house with no contact to the outside world for years,” Senju responded, shivering at the thought. She led you down the stairs and opened the janky door, leading you inside the club.
The rest of the night proceeded as follows, Senju getting drunk out of her mind; she nearly passed out on the floor from dancing too much, and you guarded the drinks, making sure nobody gets roofied tonight. This club was known for being shady, with drug transactions being held in the bathrooms of this place, and not just regular drugs, hardcore drugs. You had to use the bathroom and decided holding your pee in was much better than relieving yourself in a bathroom that had a woman passed out on the floor after taking too much drugs.
It was scary, and you had your guard up every second, and only felt relieved when you were carrying Senju outside, back through the alleyway to call for a taxi home. “It was soooooo much fun today. I loved it,” she slurred as you picked her up, struggling to hold her upright.
“Yeah yeah I know. You told me this fifty times already,” you laughed lightly. “Come on, help me a little bit. I can’t carry you all the way, you’re too heavy!”
“I can’t feel my legs~”
“Oh for fucks sake.” You set her agaisnt the wall and caught your breath. You pulled out your phone and decided you had no other choice. You were calling her brother.
“Who are you calling?” she asked after hearing the phone ring.
“Your brother.”
All traces of alcohol left her body as she practically screamed, “YOU’RE CALLING MY BROTHER?!”
“Relax! It’s Sanzu, not Takeomi. I considered Sanzu would be more understanding about this. It’s not like he and Omi are on speaking terms anymore.”
“Yeah but…”
“It’ll be okay, I promise,” you reassured her, patting her head.
“Hullloooo?” Sanzu’s voice rang through the speakers and you instantly perked up.
“Sanzu! Hey! We kinda need your help right now.”
“‘M sorta busy right now. Is it urgent?”
“Senju’s kind of passed out right now and I need help taking her home. I can’t do it myself.”
“Senju’s WHAT?!” Takeomi’s voice boomed through the phone; Senju shivered in fear.
“Sanzu! Why’d you put me on speaker phone you idiot!”
“So I can hear you better! Nothing’s wrong with that!”
You groaned and slapped a hand over your face, whispering sorry to Senju who looked like she was already planning her funeral.
“Where are you guys right now?” Takeomi asked, sounding positively furious.
You gulped, Senju rapidly shaking her head no no no no. “We’re at this club…” you admitted, giving him the address.
“Wait, that club?” Sanzu perked up. “That place is like known for hardcore ass shit bro. Don’t tell me Senju took anything from there?”
“...she did.”
“Ah shit. Yeah, okay. Coming. It’s really close from here Takeomi. Don’t worry, lets’ go.” He turned his attention back to his phone. “You two. Stay right there—”
“You girls look pretty lonely by yourself.” The three of you froze as a deep voice spoke from behind you. You felt time pass in slow motion as you turned around to look at a guy waiting by the club’s backdoor.
“We’re not lonely,” you said slowly. “Thanks for your concern though.”
Senju stood up on shaky legs and clutched onto your arms when she felt his stare on her body. “Yeah, we’re fine.”
“Who is that?” Sanzu asked from the phone.
“I don’t know,” you whispered back, clutching the phone tightly.
“Seriously don’t move. We’re heading out right now. All of us, okay?”
“Okay okay.” You had no clue who “all of us” meant, but you didn’t care, not when the guy slowly stepped away from the wall and began walking towards you both. You missed Sanzu calling for Ran to come in the car with them, your attention solely focused on this strange man in front of you.
“How old are you girls?” he asked, not even bothering to hide the shameless way he was gazing you both up and down.
“It’s none of your business,” Senju spat, slowly stepping back when he began walking forward.
“It’s rude to not answer a question.”
“It’s even ruder to ask personal questions to strangers!”
“Senju, stop. You’re provoking him.” You squeezed her arm roughly, digging your nails into her arm.
“I don’t care! I hate men like him that think they’re entitled to us!”
“Men like me, huh? Go on, babe. Enlighten me on men like me.”
“Senju just ignore him,” you whispered, panic filling you when you looked down at your phone to see Sanzu had already hung up. “Sorry but we really have to get going,” you said to the man, bowing slightly before grabbing Senju’s hand and beginning to walk away from him.
You could hear his footsteps behind you and began walking faster until the point where you were running away towards the end of the alley. The end of the alley seemed so far away with how small your vision was as you panicked hearing him begin to run after you. Senju was a faster runner than you and grabbed your hand tightly, leading the way as you both bolted as fast as you could.
“Stop running girls! I just wanna touch you!” he screamed out, laughing obnoxiously. He was clearly high on something.
Senju bumped into the chest of Takeomi at the end of the alley, and the man came to stop upon seeing Sanzu exit the car, a manic smile on his face.
“You wanna touch my sister huh?” Takeomi gritted out.
“Wow, uh I didn’t mean for—I didn’t know she was—”
Sanzu walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “I think we should have a little chat, huh? Come with me.” He had this strangely friendly smile on his face that sent shivers down your spine.
Your heart was beating out of your chest and you barely heard Takeomi telling you both to get in the car. He and Sanzu stayed behind and taught the man a lesson, and Senju slipped in the back, taking up all three seat as she laid down, exhausted.
You had no choice to sit in the front seat. The windows were tinted so you didn’t see Ran until you opened the door. You blinked uselessly at him, fingers tightening against the handle. “What are you doing here?”
“Saving your stupid ass, that’s what. Now get in.”
You swallowed whatever retort you had because he wasn’t lying, and as much as you shouldn’t a part of you felt relieved to see a familiar face after that incident. You slipped in the front seat and slammed the door behind you, putting your seatbelt on and looking straight ahead.
Ran got the order from Takeomi to take Senju home first and so he began driving towards the Akashi household. Senju was dead to the world in the backseat, drooling partially on the seat as the fatigue from running finally hit.The two of you sat in silence the entire ride, and Ran exited the car to put Senju inside once they arrived. He locked the door behind him and re-entered the car to see you facing the opposite way, staring out the window.
No other words were said as he dropped you back at your house, and you were surprised you both said nothing to each other the entire time. After sitting in silence outside your house for a while, Ran finally broke the silence.
“Are you fucking stupid?” Ran scolded. “What made you think coming to an underground club was a good fucking idea?”
“Oh sorry, I was just playing the role of the dumb desperate slut that can’t keep her legs closed. Sorry if I gave you a fright.”
“Listen to me,” he said sharply, making you snap your mouth shut. “You could’ve died tonight if we weren’t here tonight you know that? That place you went to, that’s not for girls like you. Not for girls like Senju either. I don’t know what fucking possessed you to be acting this fucking recklessly, but I just hope you know what you experienced tonight was a wake up call. You aren’t built for this goddamn lifestyle, so stop trying to act like you are.”
“...you’re right. I’m sorry, Ran.” You looked down at your lap when the tears started to drop from your eyes. “Tonight was so scary, I genuinely don’t know what would’ve happened if you weren’t there.”
Ran sighed and you kept sniffling as you heard his door open before slamming shut. You watched him round the car and open it on your end. “W-what are you—”
He carried you out of the car, your legs wrapping around his waist as he kicked the door closed behind him, walking up to your front door. He set you down on the ground and held his hand out. “Keys.”
You swallowed and reached inside your purse, pulling them out and into his hand. He unlocked your front door and once again carried you inside, locking the door behind you. He led you upstairs to your bedroom and set you down on your bed.
You watched in confusion as he walked over to your chest of drawers and began searching for your pyjamas. Once in hand, he tossed them next to you on the bed, and then walked into your ensuite bathroom. You heard him turn the shower on.
“Get changed and come in here,” he said from the bathroom.
You stripped out from your dress and entered the bathroom, not even bothering to cover yourself in his presence, nothing he hasn’t seen before anyway. He was in the midst of taking his shirt off when you stepped into the shower, the warm water running down your body as you waited for him to join you.
You stared at your feet when he grabbed your soap, placing some on his hand before lavashing your body with soap, rubbing them along your arms and sides.
“What are you doing Ran?” you finally asked as he bent down to wash your legs.
“What I should’ve done months ago.” His tone left no space for a remark from you, so you stayed silent and let him do what he had to you. Once you were washed clean, he turned the shower off and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapped it around your body. “Go and get changed.”
“You need a towel too. I’ll go get one.” You quickly towelled yourself dry before stepping out, returning with an unused towel from your storage. “Here.”
“Thanks.”
You entered your bedroom and got changed into the clothes he picked out for you, then handed him some clothes of his you kept when he used to sleep over all those months ago. You sat on the bed and listened to him change.
“Are you going to sleep over?” you asked, looking up at him.
“You want me to?”
You nodded slowly, getting into bed. He followed you, giving you some space as he laid down beside you. He had his back facing you, turned away from you and you frowned at the lack of attention.
“...Ran?” you tested, seeing if he was asleep or not.
“What?”
“Why don’t you want me?” you whispered, remembering the last time you were in your bed together.
“Because I don’t deserve you,” he responded, voice flat and devoid of any emotion.
“Huh?” you asked, confused.
He turned around and looked at you, your eyes glossy with fresh tears. “I uh. I spoke to my mom a few months ago.” Your eyes widened, knowing the estranged relationship he has with her. Why didn’t he tell you this?
“I spoke to her and she uh, gave me a fucking reality check.”
“What did she say?” You shifted closer, close enough that you could see and finally notice the eyebags under his eyes, like he hasn’t had a good night sleep in time, which was strange for Ran as he savours sleep more than anything else in the world.
“A lot,” he sighed exhaustedly, rubbing a hand over his forehead. “Said I was a lot like my old man. That was I was emotionally stunted, sadistic, and a downright shitty person.” His chuckle was so emotionless, you almost reached out and hugged him, but stayed still as he wasn’t finished talking. “Worst thing was she’s right. I can’t savour relationships for my fucking life and when I actually felt something for the first damn time, I fucked things up and ruined it. Nobody else did that. I did. I’m responsible for that shit. I don’t wanna bring you down and you deserve better than me, whether you wanna admit that shit or not.”
He took a moment and you were unsure if you should respond or not. When you were about to, he continued.
“She told me I’d ruin your life if I pursed you. Told me I was being fucking selfish. Can you believe that shit? And you know what, I fucking believed her. I thought I would do that, that’s why I pushed you away. I wanted you all to myself which is why I continued sleeping with you, which was wrong of me I know, but you seemed happy which is why I didn’t think much of it. Then you had to go fuck with my goddamn head and tell me you wanted me too.”
“...sorry,” you whispered, feeling the breath sweep out from your lungs.
“It’s not your fault, dummy. It’s mine. I—In that moment I should’ve been selfish. I know I should’ve, and every fucking day I regret not doing that shit. But as usual I fucked things up again, then you were gone. I thought we could still be friends so I could at least see you again, but nope. You distanced yourself from me.”
Another tear fell from your eyes, wetting your pillow the longer you heard him talk. “I’m sorry.”
“Stop apologising. You did the right thing. Keeping you as a friend would’ve been selfish of me. You clearly distanced yourself because you wanted to get over me, but I wanted you all for myself and wanted you in my life at all times, even if that wasn’t what you wanted. Once again, proving my ma right. I’m fucking selfish. Then that stupid party happened and just seeing you with Manjiro made me want to lose my shit. The fact that I wasn’t able to have you because as a guy living this type of lifestyle, it would be considered selfish. But yet Mikey was? How come he was allowed to be selfish and I wasn’t?”
“It’s not selfish Ran,” you finally got a word in. “I didn’t even like Mikey like that. We were just drunk and horny. I never dated him. In fact, I hadn’t dated anyone since I was with you. Nobody else made me feel the way you made me feel and it was selfish of me to want you when you didn’t want me back at that time. We’re allowed to be selfish Ran. Don’t let that stop you from getting what you want.”
Ran’s eyes were wide as he listened to you talk. When you finished, he shook his head. “My level of selfish and yours aren’t the same. In my world, if you’re vulnerable it can get you killed, or put in a bad situation where you have to take a live, or have yours taken. You don’t need to be involved in that. That’s why I can’t be selfish.”
“But—”
“No. Buts. Go find a nice accountant to date or whatever. You don’t need me tying your life down.”
You frowned. “I don’t want an accountant though.”
“Why not? You always said you wanted to marry rich.”
You shifted closer, flush against his. “I never said it had to be good money though.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek.
He looked down at you. “You’re fucking crazy,” he said with a light laugh, and you were happy you were able to break the ice.
You wrapped your arms around his shoulder, pulling him closer till your noses touched. “You love it though.”
“Damn right I do.”
#—tr </3#ran x reader#haitani ran x reader#ran haitani x reader#tokyorev x reader#tokrev#tokrev x reader#haitani ran smut#ran smut#tokrev smut
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the missiles we fire.
wherein ran haitani knows he has to let you go but he just can’t. he is aware that you’re hurting because of him but he chooses to string you along—until you finally decide that enough is enough.
pairing : bonten!ran x reader
content : fwb to lovers. angst to comfort. sfw but has allusions to sleeping together. reader with she/her pronouns. ran is a good brother. groveling. inspired by renegade by taylor swift!
he has never felt this way before.
no one has ever made him want to fix himself up. there is no other person who has made him wish that he had a better past so he can be a better person in the present.
ran haitani has never considered the thought of compromising and adjusting himself for one person until he met you—the bane of his damn existence.
not a single soul in his pathetic, dull world could make him feel the way you do. that is exactly why he is guarding his heart more than he ever has, because he smells the danger that comes with you, the danger of falling in love and getting hurt beyond repair.
he met you a year ago and you have been by his side since then, but he has not given you his heart. you sleep beside him on most nights when he needs you, but he keeps you on arms length when it comes to affection.
you hold his hand when it shakes with his anxiety but he refuses to grip you just as hard. you kiss his jaw when it tenses with his annoyance but you don’t miss the way he pulls away whenever you do so.
your bodies are intimate with each other most nights but while your heart is all laid out for him to take, his is the opposite. his heart is guarded by a strong wall that he never lets down. a wall you can’t seem to get past.
but lately, he can feel the guards on his heart wavering. and lately, he doesn’t want to see you because ran knows he is close to breaking down everything to let you in.
the past months, he has been wanting to whisper the three words to you when he is in your bed. he finds himself wanting to hold your hand when you walk side by side. he catches himself craving your warmth when the nights are cold. he wants to hold your hand as tight as you hold his. he longs to kiss you back when you kiss his demons away.
suddenly, he wants you.
he can’t have that. his irrational fear of losing rindou someday is already too much to bear. he can’t afford to fear losing another person.
he can’t. he shouldn’t.
he knows all that, but he can’t let you go.
he can’t give you everything, he refuses to let you in, but he somehow chooses to keep you.
in every passing day, it kills the life in you. it ignites the doubts and the insecurities you always had. it forms huge question marks in your head and it drives you insane.
“what am i doing wrong, ran?” your breath shakes and ran notices it as you are resting your head on his chest on the sofa where you both had fallen asleep an hour ago.
he swears his heart skips a beat when he hears you start the conversation that he has been dreading since he realized he might have something deeper in store for you.
this man knows exactly what you are talking about, but he decides to play dumb. “what do you mean?”
somehow, he wishes that there is a way to divert the topic and stray from this conversation that he knows is never going to end well. a conversation that can possibly change everything you both have.
“i want to know what i’m doing wrong, or what is not enough. what else do i need to do.. for you to open up your heart for me?”
he refuses to look at your eyes when you sit properly to look at him. he keeps his head turned away from you because seeing your tearful face will not do him good.
“it’s not what you’re doing wrong. there’s nothing else you could do. i just…” fuck, he curses in his mind. “i just want it this way.”
“what way, haitani? stringing me along?”
“we never agreed to having feelings—“
you cut him off before he can even spew out his bullshits. “but you know that’s not the case for me! i love you, and i understand that you don’t feel the same…”
ran squeezes his eyes shut because your last sentence just doesn’t seem right. he knows that you are in love with him and most of the time, he uses that to his advantage. but for you to believe that he doesn’t love you?
it doesn’t feel right.
it’s not right.
“…and that’s alright, really. i understand that you don’t feel the same, but ran, i think this set up between us will work better if you do it with others.”
this alarms him and he now has his eyes on you. there are tears threatening from your eyes as you stare at him like he hung the stars in the sky, as if he is not breaking your heart in this very moment.
“what do you mean?” ran asks in a controlled voice but he fails to mask the fear that is laced with it. he is terrified of the implications of what you just said. he can’t accept it.
“i’m just saying—this friends with benefits thing? it won’t work with us anymore because i love you. you can… find other people… to do this with, because i can’t do it any longer.”
his eyes start to sting from the tears that suddenly want to burst out of the dam. his fear is becoming more and more true as the conversation progresses and ran just wants to go back to an hour before when you were all cuddled up in his arms.
still, he knows it’s unfair. while he was peacefully holding you, it is now clear that the questions you had in your made were plaguing you. while he was alright, he was also breaking your heart.
“what are you saying to me?” he needs to hear it from you directly. it is going to break his heart but he wants to hear it anyway.
“let me go.”
he knows he has to.
he knows you’re right.
he knows keeping you here will only hurt you.
he knows. he knows. he knows. but still—
“what if i don’t want to?”
that was the trigger for you to break down and release the tears and broken sobs you have been suppressing.
“then, make me understand why you can hold me like this but not give me your heart. make me understand. please, ran. if you can’t let me go, at least help me understand why i’m here.”
ran curses himself as he can quite literally feel his heart being powdered into fine pieces while he watches you beg for him. for his heart. a heart that has been battered and bruised through the years but you love anyway.
“y-you know that i try to give you what you n-need,” his voice breaks so he pauses, “but you also know what i’ve been through. what i’m afraid of. you know everything.”
you shake your head. “is it really your past and your fears that keep you from giving me everything, or do you just not want to?”
he can’t come up with an answer.
“let me go. please, let me go.”
he grips your hand when you try to stand up in a feeble attempt to make you stay. his last resort. his desperation reeks in the way he squeezes your hand.
“i can’t do that. ask me for anything but that, please,” his voice breaks once again.
“but can you love me? can you give me everything? your heart, your secrets, your desires? can you love me enough to let down your walls for me, ran?”
he doesn’t answer, and you smile sadly. there goes your answer—his silence. it has always spoken for him when his words fail him.
at this point, you are just tired. you have no fight left in you. you fulfill the promise you made to yourself when you said you will accept whatever he says and erase yourself from his life gracefully.
ran sees that and he regrets not noticing when you decided to ask him to let you go.
“then, for the sake of the both of us, i beg you to please let me go.”
the daggers that rindou throws at his older brother through his eyes could kill. his blood boils as he watches ran drown himself in alcohol because of some stupid shit he brought upon himself.
“tell me again why you fuckin’ let her go. ‘cuz i can’t understand why you’re sulking like a little girl and poisoning yourself with damn alcohol when it was you who pushed her away.”
the sarcastic tone is not appreciated by ran and he glares at his younger brother in return.
“you just don’t get it, do you? you know our life! she doesn’t fit here! she’s too good for this shit! and what do i do if she gets hurt because of this hellhole, huh? what, then?”
rindou raises an eyebrow, “she literally knew the dangers that came with your life when she decided to love you. save your excuses. you’re just fucking stupid.”
ran stares into space as he takes that in. after a few moments, he speaks. “i’m scared that i’ll lose her.”
the younger haitani laughs maniacally without humor. “well, news flash, you already did—“
“fucker. she’s still in this world, isn’t she?”
“guess so.”
“that’s what i mean. i’d rather not have her in my arms than to lose her in this goddamn pitiful world.”
ran takes another shot from his whiskey and rindou stands up to take the bottle away from his godforsaken brother.
“give me that—!”
“if she was mine, i’d just keep her by my side and love her, and not let anyone lay a finger on her. you underestimate bonten and its capability to protect your girl.”
ran mumbles drunkenly as he gives up trying to get back his stolen bottle. he rests his head on the backrest of the sofa he is on.
“you don’t know shit, rin.”
“nah. i fuckin’ know ‘ya. these are all excuses. you’re making all these up to cover up the fact that you blame yourself for the life we lived and now, you think you don’t deserve her.”
the older haitani starts to tear up at the memory of not being able to give his brother a more decent life when they were younger. he remembers the days when he almost lost rindou to a rival gang because he failed to come home on time.
“the fuck are you? my shrink?” he asks in the middle of his silent crying. rindou sees that and he feels a pinch in his heart for his brother who has always been scared of losing him.
it is rindou’s turn to take a shot from the whiskey, to gain courage for what he is about to say. “i’m your brother. i know it when my brother hates himself.”
“what does that have to do with anything?”
“i wanna tell you that you don’t have to. you gave me a life full of pretty cool memories so stop beating yourself up. get your damn girl so i won’t have to watch this pathetic display!”
ran wants to blame his emotions on the alcohol but the words of his brother really are the cause of his tears. he suddenly feels forgiven. vindicated, even—from the regrets he harbors against himself.
his younger brother feels that he is closer to getting ran to listen to him, so he pushes.
“she loves you. i saw it with my own eyes, ran. she is in love with you. while you hated yourself, you were demolishing her. just fuckin’ forgive yourself and love her, damn it!”
that night, for the first time in his life, thinks that maybe it was not his fault that he and his brother had lived a difficult life. for the first time, he considers the thought that maybe, he deserves to have your love after all.
you open your door at five in the morning after being woken up by continuous rings on your doorbell, and as if that isn’t enough, there are even accompanied by impatient knocks on your door.
“i swear to god, if this isn’t worth waking me up in these ungodly hours—ran?”
he had just barely sobered himself up but he had to run to you before cowardice gets the best of him. he just had to tell you right now.
“i love you.”
“ran, what—“
he sucks in a huge breath, preparing to speak in one long breath-hold. “i am in love with you. i fell in love with you way before you fell in love with me but i was too scared to admit that. i was afraid that i didn’t deserve you. i was terrified that loving you would mean more hurt for me—but here’s the truth now. here is my truth. fuck my anxieties. fuck everything. i need you. i want you.”
you open the door more widely and you take in his cheeks with your hands, and he relishes in the feel of your warmth for the first time since you walked out of his penthouse a month ago.
“i’m sorry for what i put you through. i’m sorry for hurting you. i can’t promise that i won’t hurt you but i promise that i will actively try not to do that intentionally.”
“i never blamed you for what i felt, ran.”
an angel is what you are. an angel that he is starting to accept that a fallen one like him deserves. an angel for him.
“i will give you everything, y/n. i will give you my heart because i want to. because i need to. i can’t breathe without you. take me back. please, tell me that you’ll take me back.”
it is an easy decision for you. he is shaking in your hands and there is nothing else to do but finally welcome him in your arms again.
there is no other choice but to take him back because it finally makes sense why you always felt like he felt the same love for you. you finally understand why. your questions are finally answered—how can you refuse him?
ran falls apart in your arms, and he embraces you tighter than you hugged him. he holds you tight in fear that he might lose you again. he wraps you tight in his arms so you won’t slip away like a dream that ends.
“i’ve only ever wished for you to come around, ran. you should know by now that i will stay with you in spite of your past, in spite of your regrets, in spite the way you feel about yourself. i’m here to stay, if you love me.”
he no longer has to say it. the way he keeps his face in the crook of your neck and leaving revered kisses at the back of your ear is enough to let you know that he does.
“my heart was only guarded so much when it came to you because it knew that it belonged to you. i’m letting down my guards, baby.”
you slightly pull away so you can look at his eyes. the eyes that you used to wish upon a star are now staring back at you with the same adoration and love.
“that’s everything i need to hear, ran.”
“i am in love with you.”
you smile, “and that.”
“i don’t want you to be my future history. i want you with me forever. i want people to know us, that i belong to you and you to me.”
“that, too.”
you tiptoe to kiss his jaw and he shifts his head so he can reach your lips instead. relief washes over him when it dawns on him that this is real. you are real, and this time, he won’t mess it up.
the missiles he used to fire will be replaced by your gentleness and love, and that’s the kind of change that he can live with. because it’s you.
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Snowflakes In My Stomach When We’re Kissin’
RAN HAITANI x f!reader
cw: nsfw, mdni, smut, fwb to lovers, oral (male reciving), tiny bit of angsty themes with happy ending, sappy fic, ran being a simp as always to feed my “he’s a self-centered bitch until he finds the one” agenda.
wc: 3.2k
a/n: surprise… i’m back with a christmas present! this is the first fic in a three pieces installment, which can all be read as standalone but come from the same universe and evolve in the span of three different christmases. in case you didn’t know, in japan christmas is a holiday in which people spend time with their partners because they reserve new year’s for family (not only i’ve seen it in a whole lot of shoujo anime but i’ve asked my japanese coworkers to confirm eheh). it’s also customary to eat cake! ;)
“Though you said you just wanted to get a coffee.”
The only thing peeking from the red scarf is the tip of his nose, flushed with the same color of the fabric that’s wrapped around his neck. You imagine his lips curved in a smirk under it.
When he came to pick you up earlier this morning, you thought he made a bold choice pairing the red garment with the unusual color of his hair. Up until then, you always believed red and purple would clash.
But Ran made it work, somehow. Like most things in his life, he did it with a confidence that made you question your world and how you view it even if for just a second.
“Well, that we did,” He shakes his hand, his long fingers easily supporting the weight of the full cup. You can see the steam rise from it and wonder if he’s not drinking it because he’s scared to burn his tongue or because he’s not ready to go home yet.
The two of you are currently walking around Shiba Park, not too far from Roppongi Hills. The peak of Tokyo Tower is hidden in plain sight behind the trees, stripped naked by the season, and adorned by strings of fairy lights.
In daylight they look clear, void of color, and empty, they come alive at night. Just like we both do, thinks Ran.
Ran does like winter. He believes winter poses more opportunities to forgo going out and staying in bed. He loves to gaze out of his apartment’s window and spot rain pit patting against the glass, watching the water droplets leave streaks behind as he lets himself get lulled back to sleep.
He also likes that he can layer more clothes, the more the merrier, he says, it’s easier to style it. You would agree, because he looks particularly elegant with his long black coat, left unbuttoned to glimpse at the nice sweater under it. The sight of his tightly clad body alone ignites a fire inside of you, one that is meek but insistent, and will soon start to burn you inside out.
What Ran doesn’t like it’s the cold. The wind is not fair against his pale skin, it leaves it red and stinging, much like his heart when he wakes up after a night together and doesn’t find you there. He does not like the cold, the cold of the sheets around him when you’ve left hours before.
He would like to pretend he’s clueless as to why, the same way you’re staring at him now, but he knows the reason behind it.
“Are you gonna tell me why we’re wandering around without a destination in freezing weather?
“Can’t you just live a little?”
You scoff at his words, taking another sip out of your hot chocolate to bite back an insult. He’s already testing your patience, and you have very little of it left today of all days.
“We should go eat some cake, I’d love an excuse to grab a Mont Blanc for later at that bakery by your apartment. Y’know I like it there.”
Cake. You don’t like cake, and you don’t like what eating cake with him would mean today of all days.
“Why do you have to make everything so complicated, Ran?” You sigh, head shaking in disappointment.
When you decided to start this with Ran, it was because you believed the man to be on the same wavelength as you. Ran had seemed like someone who knew what he wanted, and you had been sure that was not you.
He had promised that would stay the case. Your heart could not afford to be cared for by somebody.
When you look at him this time, you don’t notice how the wind is whipping the skin of his high cheeks red because his scarf is now covering everything but the lidded eyes staring at you.
At this rate Ran might end up hating winter: you seem to get colder with the season. He doesn’t think he would pick sleeping in over you, so if he could, he would like for summer to last all year long.
He’d like for you to cling to him even when the temperature is so high you can barely breathe in your cramped room, sweat sticking to both your skin and his, like your very first night together.
Because where the holidays bring glee to most, to you they’re a reminder of times that are long gone. A childhood spent decorating the tree and wishing for the perfect Christmas gift, now turned into a life of solitude. Your fast-paced job and lonely apartment away from home don’t leave space for the frivolity of Christmas.
“Didn’t wanna leave you alone,” he speaks so clearly of his intentions you almost feel shame, “Did ya think I would’ve left you bask in your gloominess, today? ‘M not that bad of an ass.”
You don’t think Ran owns you anything. He shouldn’t be picking up the pieces of you that other people left scattered and putting them back together as if it were a kids’ puzzle.
Ran knows you don’t really have anyone, he thinks he’s much like you, and would be just as bitter if he didn’t have his brother.
“You left Rin by himself?”
You hear his muffled laughter, “‘course not. Haruchiyo’s there. Y’know how they are.”
Yes. In love, you suppose. And you wonder if Ran thinks that is what it is. And what is it between you two?
You can feel his body warmth as he gravitates closer to you, “‘M cold,” is his excuse when his now ungloved hand catches yours. He intertwines your fingers, brushing the back of your hand with his thumb, before hiding them away in his coat pocket.
Gotta warm your cold heart up, he thinks.
“Saving you from this freezing weather,” is what he says out loud.
But you know it’s because the movement brings you closer, he pulls you so you’re now shoulder to shoulder, and you’re not strong enough to keep your head from falling on his. As if you were fresh snow in the sun, you melt in his presence.
“Let’s go get cake,” your voice is but a soft whisper, running past him like the breeze through the dying leaves, the wind finally settling down.
And that’s how he ends up in your apartment. Sounds of wet skin slapping against one another fill the void as he buries himself deep inside of you.
The sweet pastries Ran bought long forgotten over your kitchen counter, as he’d much rather taste the honeyed nectar spilling from between your thighs.
He’s grabbing at them now, the hold on your flesh sure to leave marks behind as he folds your legs so that he can loop his arms under your knees, keeping you spread open for him.
Big body caging you under his warmth with his forehead pressed against yours, and open mouths a breath away from the other, sharing sounds of pleasure without ever meeting in the middle.
It had been a tantalizing dance when you first started sleeping together. Like most people in your situation, you had both concluded that it would be best if you refrained from kissing. Deeming it too intimate.
Ran had caved after the third time you ended up in his bed, lips too needy to be kept from yours. He had let out a soft plead before you met him in the middle.
From then on you made it your mission to never kiss him outside of your bedroom activities, too scared of the power his kisses held over you. He and his annoying self had taken it as a challenge, always on the edge of his seat waiting to see who’d kiss the other first.
“Oh fuck this,” Ran groans before giving in.
You catch sight of his eyelids fluttering shut, hiding that violet color that you love so much, and your lips lock in a kiss that takes your breath as much as the hips still snapping against yours.
The coarse patch of hair on his navel repeatedly brushes against your puffed-up clit, making your hips jump up to chase the friction. The man is shamelessly shallowing your moans and caressing your tongue with his, teeth closing around your bottom lip when you go to pull away.
“Ngh, you taste like cake.”
Ran had snuck a bite of one of the pieces the moment he stepped out of the bakery, and the sweet taste on his tongue was, in your opinion, way better than the real deal.
His hand grasps your chin with firmness, the tips of his fingers squeezing your cheeks and making your blushed lips pucker up.
“So you do like cake, mh?”
“No, I don-“ Ran squeezes harder, and your mouth parts. A glob of spit falls on your tongue, one that you shallow under his scrutinizing gaze.
The moan that he lets out at that reverberates through your chest as he bends so close your bodies are now completely pressed against one another, sharing body heat.
This is what sex with Ran is, a concoction of rough touches and fucking that turn soft and slow when you least expect it. He likes to tease and surprise you, stealing the prettiest sounds from your lips and making them his. Making you his.
“Y’don’t like cake, s’okay. I know you like me,” one of his hands teasingly pinches your right nipple, respective eye closing in a wink.
You like that he makes sex fun, cracking jokes as if his cock weren’t pumping inside of you. You like it, you like him, but you can’t have him know that.
“That’s not-“ he interrupts you once again, this time with the snapping of his hips. He starts fucking you like he means it. Calculated thrusts hitting against the sweet spot only he knows how to find.
Ran is on his knees now, hands firmly planted on your raised hips, guiding you back and forth over his length.
“Fuck! Ran, fuck that feels good- so good-“
Slurred words leave your panting mouth as your hands hold onto the pillow behind your head for dear life, back arched and chest exposed to the greedy eyes that are raking over your body. From your perked-up nipples, begging to be played with, to the way your cunt is stretching around his cock.
“Don’t have enough hands for the things I wanna do to you,” Nonetheless, he repositions his right one so that it’s splayed over your navel, thumb reaching down to rub tight circles on your slicked clit.
“Fuckin’ cunt squeezing me so good,” moans spill from your mouth at his words, his voice is strained but maintains that hint of icy superiority and poise that is characteristic of Ran.
The way your hole flutters around him is maddening, Ran can feel your walls clenching against his length so perfectly. He can feel everything.
As a matter of fact, so do you. No matter how dumb he fucks you, you can’t ever miss out on the sweet feeling of his bare skin caressing your wet cunt. The squelching sounds are filling the air around you, making your cheeks heat up and your head lull to the side, trying to avoid his eyes in shame.
Half face buried in the pillow, you beg for him, “Ran, please, please. I need to cum so bad.”
His thrusts slow down, thumb stilling over your clit, and you hear him hum, pensive.
“Maybe if you looked at me, pretty, I might think about letting you.”
Gathering your remaining strength, you open your eyes to the sight of his glorious body above yours.
The wetness of his skin shines under the light of the outside street lamp, peeking in from the window, full body tattoo so enchanting, you watch it move and bend over his rising chest.
With violet eyes fixed on yours, he stands tall, unreachable.
The purple strands that fall from his gelled-back hairstyle are the only giveaway that he’s not so perfect and pristine after all, but he still looks like a god in your devoted eyes.
“Ran,” you call his name so softly he tumbles from the skies right to you.
His body bends to lay over yours, weight supported by his arms at your sides. With a snap of his hips, he breaks the longing stare you’re both sharing, mushroom tip hitting the spot that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.
“Oh my god, that feels so-“ “I know, baby, s’okay.” One of his hands caresses over your head, before stopping at your neck and closing around your windpipe. The pressure of his touch against your feverish skin is delicious.
Your nails are now creating indents in the flesh of his arms. You want more, you need him to break you.
Ran can’t stop thrusting, pounding, burying himself inside of you to the hilt. He’s never wanted to be this close to someone before, never needed their warmth as he does yours.
He stops you before you can reach your clit with your fingers and, wanting to be the one to take you over the edge, he uses his free hand to rub over it vehemently.
“Coming, I’m coming,” are the rushed words that fall from your lips before you hit your peak. Wanton moans are gracing Ran’s ears, making his balls strain from holding back, but he wants you to bask in the glow of your orgasm before he reaches his.
“Doin’ so well fo’ me, look at this pretty pussy. Gushing all over my cock.” He looks down as he says this, watching how good he’s splitting you open, his cock coming out of you covered with the white sheen of your arousal, then plunging back in.
Your spent body is overstimulated, twitching in his hold as if trying to run away from the pleasure.
“You’re the only one, baby.” Ran lets slip, the sight of you in your most vulnerable state makes him just as weak, “S’all yours, so take it.” And he means it, you’re the only one.
Before you, life used to be in black and white. Ran had tried everything to paint it some other color, from violence to sex, but nothing ever came close to holding you in his arms.
Color is always all around him, but Ran’s devoid of it until you touch him.
You pull him down to you at the confession, arms wrapped around his neck, chests pressed against one another, hard nipples tickling the soft skin.
The pace suddenly turns slow, and you wonder if Ran does not care about coming anymore. His focus is on you, and you’re staring back at him with just as much affection.
“Let me take care of you,” it’s what you suggest once you’ve come down from your high, fingers pressing against his shoulders to have him lay back in the sheets. Short hair sprawled over the white pillow like a halo behind his troubled head.
Both of your thighs are circling his hips, too scared to have Ran pull out, and be prevailed by that sense of emptiness and cold that comes from being away from him.
Fighting a whirlpool of emotions, you feel the need to silence your mind with his lips on yours. The clashing of your noses does nothing to stop you from kissing each other passionately.
The blame should be on Ran for making you fall for him and gifting you a brand new reason to celebrate Christmas, but you should’ve known better when he walked into your life with that snarky smirk that makes you sigh just thinking about it. You bite his lip in retaliation.
The feeling of Ran’s hands traveling over your skin and sinking with his strong grip on the flesh of your hips is what makes you separate your two halves, pussy clenching around the length that has been filling you up so perfectly. The need to make him feel just as good swells up on the inside.
“Fuck, please,” A choked whisper, falling from the pearlescent of his lips, wet with your love, blood pouring out of the bitten skin.
Purple and red do look good together, you think.
Your hands are warm, trailing up his stomach like the ink on his skin. He feels as if you’re moving too fast, scared he might blink and lose the moment, and at the same time too slow for his liking. He’s begging and he doesn’t know what he’s begging for. But you do.
Ran’s hands tighten around the bedsheets. He wants to touch everywhere you’ve been, wants to get stained in you. Like fresh paint that sticks on skin, he’s now colored in your shades.
Wet kisses are being left on the top of his shaft. Ran’s right hand finds your hair, waving his fingers between the loose strands to uncover the sight of your pretty face.
Lidded eyes are watching you glide your tongue down his hardness, caressing the bluish veins running across its sides, tasting yourself on it.
When your lips wrap around his sensitive tip you have to hold down his hips with both hands.
The peace you set is slow, taking him in your mouth inch by inch. His girth stretches your lips and he thumbs the lower one as you look up at him with tears forming at your lashline.
“Mouth feels like fucking heaven, angel.”
Ran can barely contain himself, dangling from the edge, his balls heavy with his release.
When your nose is buried in the hair at the base of his cock, you know you’ve successfully taken him whole. A huge accomplishment on your part, considering how blessed he is.
With your throat clenching around him, it doesn’t take long to feel him twitch in your mouth.
“Yeah, pretty girl, just like that. Make me cum, fuck!”
Bobbing your head at his request, you’re hasty in sucking your checks around his length, letting him come on the back of your tongue with languid moans that contain your name.
No need for him to ask, you’re one step ahead by swallowing his semen, making a show of it before leaving a wet kiss on his tip, to collect the white drop that was spilling over.
“Better than any cake.”
Booming laughter fills the space around you as you scoot closer to his tired body, laying on his naked frame and stealing all his warmth.
“I do like you.”
“I know,” Ran looks down at you, left check cutely smushed against his pecs, “Let’s spend New Year’s together.”
The faint movement of your hair brushing his skin tells him you’re agreeing, “And what about… next year?”
“Let’s spend them all together.”
You’re warm in his hold, and he figures the fairy lights might’ve come on in the park.
Ran thinks back to the rest of the untouched cake on your kitchen counter and is happy enough that the two of you have exchanged Christmas gifts in your own special way.
After all, he took away the cold, and you’ve brightened up his life.
That’s more of what you could’ve wished for.
#ran haitani#ran haitani imagines#ran haitani smut#ran haitani x reader#ran haitani x y/n#ran haitani x you#ran imagines#ran smut#ran x oc#ran x reader
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THANK U, NEXT : A WRITING COLLAB
hello! as a thank you all for the warm welcome in the x reader community, i wanted to do something we could do together! :D
RULES
18+ only; nsfw and dark content are allowed. of course, you can also submit sfw fics if you'd like, but please be above the age of 18!
multifandom; you can write for whichever animanga/game character you'd like as long as it's a reader insert.
a maximum of three fics are allowed per track. there also isn't a minimum word count — as long as you have fun writing, that's what matters!
you can do two songs if you'd like, just let me know the details :)
when you post your entry, use the tag #tuncollab, tag me and link to this post!
to join, simply send me an ask with the song you want, the character you'll be writing for, the rating, and any content warnings necessary. we don't have to be mutuals for you to join!
[updated jan 6th] there is no deadline <3 go at your own pace
TRACK #1 : IMAGINE
IMAGINE | nanami kento x reader | by k9nto
nsfw | afab reader | billionaire! nanami, old high school acquaintances to lovers; cunnilingus, cum eating, marking, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, discussions of pregnancy.
TRACK #2 : NEEDY * full!
haitani rindou x reader | by fubu18writes
rating & tags tba
hisagi shuhei x reader | by fubu18writes
rating & tags tba
NEEDY | sano manjiro (mikey) x reader | by sin-and-punishment
nsfw | female reader | manila mikey, light angst & fluff
TRACK #3 : NASA
jean kirstein x reader | by chaotic-nick
nsfw | guy best friend! jean
oliver aiku x reader | by kakujis
rating may change
TRACK #4 : BLOODLINE
fushiguro megumi x reader | by bleach-your-panties
nsfw | female reader | crack, angst
TRACK #5 : FAKE SMILE
izuru kira x reader | by bleach-your-panties
more tags tba
kageyama tobio x reader | by pparadiselost
nsfw | female reader | more tags tba
TRACK #6 : BAD IDEA
bad idea (forget about it, forget about me) | by bioticlaw
nsfw | female reader | fwb, unrequited pining, unhealthy relationships, angst.
getou suguru x reader | by nutheadgeenat
nsfw | more tags tba
haitani ran x reader | by ranphobic
nsfw | more tags tba
TRACK #7 : MAKE UP
ryuguji ken (draken) x reader | by h8ani
nsfw | more tags tba
scaramouche x reader | by hiperacid2
nsfw | more tags tba
TRACK #8 : GHOSTIN * full!
GHOSTIN’ | hanma shuji x reader | by kiirsteiins
nsfw | gender neutral reader | major character death, kanto incident spoilers, graphic depictions of violence and gore, mentions of suicide ideation, canon divergence, aged up characters | smut tags incl. penetrative sex, fingering (reader receiving), pet names.
gojo satoru x reader | by kakujis
nsfw | female reader | more tba!
GHOSTIN | mitsuya takashi x reader | by h8ani
nsfw | female reader | major character death, grief, mentions of blood, mentions of a panic attack, hurt/no comfort. | smut tags incl. unprotected sex.
TRACK #9 : IN MY HEAD
fushiguro toji x reader | by nova-amor
nsfw | female reader | more tags tba
geto suguru x reader | by shidouryusm
nsfw | more tba
gojo satoru x reader | by tteokdoroki
rating may change! | female reader | more tags tba
TRACK #10 : 7 RINGS * full!
bokuto koutarou x reader | by sunarc
nsfw | female reader | more tags tba
hinata shoyo x reader | by shoyostar
nsfw | female reader | more tags tba
kuroo tetsurou x reader | by quaranweeb
nsfw | more tags tba
TRACK #11 : THANK U, NEXT
itadori yuji x reader | by sukxma
suggestive/nsfw | more info tba
TRACK #12 : BREAK UP WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND, I'M BORED * full!
diluc ragnvindr x reader | by hiperacid2
nsfw | more tags tba
imaushi wakasa x reader | by wakashawty
nsfw | female reader | more info tba
ryuguji ken (draken) x reader | by sin-and-punishment
nsfw | female reader | more info tba
#all#tuncollab#if this flops pls pretend u dont see#tokyo revengers x reader#bleach x reader#chainsaw man x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#haikyuu x reader
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gentleman
syn - ran haitani is a gentleman. sometimes.
cw - indirect insults, ran is a jerk (some point), chubby reader, ran and reader aren't a couple; fwb kinda, not proofread, you get it
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ran is a gentleman.
he is, he just has to be.
he was raised in two houses, with two mothers. one jerk of a father.
he and his younger brother rindou, have two different mothers, but the same jerk of a father.
they were the only two important women in their life, the reason they do what they do.
these two women, taught them what love is. how they should treat the woman they'll love, and eventually marry.
how to not be like their father, and dump two boys into their hands and a hush paycheck.
so why?
why in the world would he clear his throat, stand tall, and dare himself to say that to you?
"ran, lets go out tonight." you beam at him, turning over in his comfy bed and playing with his hair.
ran gives you a lazy gaze, flipping over to face you and pressing a large hand on your cheek.
he doesn't respond, staring into your eyes as you hold onto his arm.
"was thinking. you know, we haven't been out in a while. rindou recommended this pasta place, and it looks really good." you explain, holding up the phone to his face
ran looks at the place, and then back at you.
you aren't sure what his silence is supposed to mean, but you continue.
"plus, it'll be a good excuse to dress up and look pretty. you know?" you falter a bit, putting your phone down.
"haven't you gained enough weight in the past few days? you want to eat out again?" ran says, before his brain can process it.
you stop breathing, and your heart practically stops beating against your ribcage.
ran has never spoken to you like that, you've never heard him speak the way he did.
"trust me. this'll put so much more weight on you, and either of us won't like it." ran says again, and he doesn't know what's going on.
shut up, he thinks, looking at you begin to screw up your face.
where did it come from? he hasn't a clue.
you sit up from your position and kick your feet off the bed, rubbing your face in frustration.
"wait- i didn't-" "you could've just said you wanted to stay in." you spit, breath hitching as you gather your clothes.
you get dressed quickly and leave, promptly blocking his number.
ever since, ran hasn't heard from you, but he's definitely seen your posts on instagram.
pictures of you and your friends, having girls nights and brunches and what not and-
has your ass gotten fatter?!
ran groans in frustration, throwing his phone down on his stomach.
"between you and milly, i don't know who's worse." rindou walks in the living room, holding his six month old in his hands.
ran sighs, sitting up and taking her from his grasp to rest her on his chest.
rindou takes a seat on the recliner, and leans his head back.
"i don't know what to do rin. her ass is fatter!" ran complains, patting milly's back soothingly.
his younger brother gives him a old look, before sitting up a little bit.
"just apologize. i don't know, you showed up to my house, scared my wife off, and keep crying over her. what'd you do?" rindou questions, laying on his side to get your attention.
ran sighs, giving milly a glance. she coos at him, stretching her little arms while she yawns.
"might've pointed out her biggest insecurity." ran grumbles, embarrassed to even admit it.
"you called her fat?!" rindou whisper yells, taking note of his daughter finally falling asleep.
ran adjusts the little girl in his hands, and sighs quietly.
"i didn't say it directly." ran explains, closing his eyes and tilting his head back to rest on the back of the couch.
rindou groans, covering his face and shaking his head in embarrassment for his brother.
"i don't know what to do. i can't lose her." ran says, opening his eyes once more.
rindou drops his hands into his lap, and flinches at the loud sound it made when it collided with the meat on his thighs.
the sound makes ran flinch as well, and the little girl in his arms jolt awake and begin sobbing once more.
rindou sighs, standing up from the seat and rubbing his eyes.
it's one in the morning, and he can't stand this anymore.
"okay. time for a walk." rindou says, stretching his limbs.
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the two brothers walk with tamila for a while, up until they reach their childhood home.
the light in the foyer is on, and so is the light in the kitchen.
ran is the one who takes the first step onto the patio, and rings the bell 7 annoying times.
the door swings open, and rindou's birth mother stands there with an irritated face.
she's dressed up, holding her heel in her hand.
when she notices it's ran, she beams and holds her hands out to embrace him.
"ran! what are you doing out so late?" she questions, pulling him into the home.
it still smells the same, like rosemary and something sweet.
he remembers going to school and having everyone smell how good he smelt all the time.
"hey ma." rindou greets, pulling the stroller into the house with a short smile.
a bit more stumbling, and in comes ran's birth mother, dressed up as well.
"aww look at you two all grown!" she giggles, pulling them both into a big hug as rindou's birth mother closes the door.
they hug for a bit, before dragging them into the living room to fawn over the (finally) sleeping baby.
"what brings you two in so late? and why do you look like you haven't slept?" ran's birth mother questions, sitting next to ran.
"mom, i f- messed up. really bad." he complains, looking at her with upset eyes.
she gets comfortable in her seat and swings one leg over the other, looking at him.
rindou's mother follows, letting her son rest.
"what happened? oh you see rico, i told you that dream i had meant something." rindou's birth mother points out, fixing her hair.
"whatever kali, fill us in come on!" ran's birth mother said, tapping ran to get his attention.
so ran begins to tell them about you.
how you met at rindou's work party as both plus ones, how you got to know each other at rindou's baby shower, and how he took you out on dates when he'd get his pay check.
he doesn't fail to begin to mention how great the sex was, since he forgot he was talking to his moms.
all down to what he had said to you the last night he sent you.
his mothers listen intently, sharing looks instead of giving him the feedback he hoped for.
when he finishes, he takes a breath and looks at the two women.
they share one last look, before rico (ran's birth mother) takes a deep sigh and slaps ran across the face.
before he can say anything in response, kali gives him yet another slap on his other cheek.
"you fucked up. bad. but you can fix it. you know where she lives?" rico says, looking at her boy.
he nods, and kali sits up in her spot. "get her right boy. you might wanna grovel at her feet if she's actually the way she is." kali yawns, planting a kiss on his temple.
and that's what ran fears.
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it's seven in the morning, and you're laying in bed, skimming through the many different reels on instagram.
for some reason, you can't find anything funny.
you sigh, flipping over onto your back and staring up at the ceiling.
there wasn't anything for you to do today. all your girlfriends had gone back to work and you gave yourself the day off.
you hear the front door open, and a pair of keys swinging around.
oh no.
you scramble out of bed and tug on a pair of sweats, storming your way downstairs.
"get out." you say immediately, glaring at- a bunch of bags?
gucci, dolce and gabbanna, edible arrangements, ihop, the bakery not too far, foot locker, marc jacobs, and so much more.
they are all laid out on the floor in front of the culprit, ran haitani.
before you can say anything, he gets on his knees and presses his head onto the floor.
"fuck i don't deserve you baby. i'm so sorry." ran says a bit loud, his hair touching the floor along with him.
"m' a piece of shit and i shouldn't have said that to you. you're so fucking gorgeous and i don't know what i was thinking when that came out of my mouth." ran explains.
you stare down at him, and then glance at all the bags.
"where.. did you get all this from? how?" you question, folding your arms over your chest.
ran sits up and points to everything, explaining how his mothers made him drive all over to get all this for you.
he then points to the bag of money, fixing his hair, and looking directly at you.
"then this is your rent, for the next two months. my whole paycheck." ran says, standing to his full height.
you stare at him, before taking a seat.
"you told your.. mothers? about me?" you question quietly, holding your hand out to him.
he takes it and nods, bringing it up to his lips and kissing it multiple times.
"they think you're wonderful. slapped the shit out of me when i told them what i did." ran chuckles, rubbing his cheek.
you roll your eyes, before letting him help you out of your seat and pulling you closer to him.
"i love you, alright? i can't stop thinking about you and i know i don't deserve you, but fuck do i want you." ran whispers, looking into your eyes.
you lean into him and wrap your arms around him, giving him a smile.
"then have me." you whisper back, just inches away from his lips.
it's safe to say the big breakfast and edible arrangements were forgotten within seconds.
#tokyo revengers#tokyo rev x you#ran haitani#rindou haitani#tokyo revengers rindou#tokyo revengers ran#tokyo rev x reader#ran x reader#long hair ran
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Hi sweetie how's your day going?:> Hopefully good!!I saw your,,when they think you're going on a date with someone else" and I liked it so much so if you don't mind me asking Tokyo revengers version with Haitani brothers (separated) and sanzu? Feel free to ignore my request and have a nice day<3
when they think you're going on a date with someone else
tw // jealousy, possessiveness, nsfw-ish (no explicit scenes), fwb to lovers, friends to lovers, childhood friends to lovers
RAN
another fwb to lovers sitch
he really thought that you'd fall in love with him first, making it pretty clear in the beginning he wanted nothing to do with "all of that"
which is why when you started going on dates, he didn't care
really he didn't! the first guy's hair just happened to piss him off so what other choice did he have than the hospitalize him? the second guy, really? really after having HIM that's what you were going for? this was a pride thing! the third guy, yeah by the third guy he realized what was happening
you, however, were distraught thinking you'd never get over Ran, but still continuing to be available for him
but you'd be an idiot to not notice the pattern of men that were being hospitalized after asking you out, so you caught on pretty quickly
you started scheming, not telling him that you were going to hang out with Kakucho (as friends!)
so you got all dressed up and were about to go out when Ran noticed how you were dressed and what was peeking out underneath it (it was his favorite bra, his)
"hey princess where are you headed?"
you definitely caught on to his nervous tone, just letting out a hum before saying, "out"
now he wasn't an idiot either, knowing what game you were playing; he would say, "okay have fun then"
but right as you were actually about to leave, he grabbed your wrist, desperation in his eyes as he rambled
"okayiliedidon'twantyoutohavefunnotwithoutmebythewayiloveyouandthinkyourereallypretty"
you let a laugh before calling Kakucho to cancel
"babe, I know all that, I was just playin' you know you're the only one for me ♡"
RINDOU
friends to lovers, the superior trope (he's not a top three boyfriend for nothing)
he knows you like the back of his hand, so when you started acting suspicious and cancelling your hangouts with him, it hurt but he respected you
that was until he realized what was going on
you were getting ready to go out on a date with a man that you were seeing for a couple weeks, but honestly you were using him to get over Rindou
"mind telling me where you think you're goin' baby?"
he had always used pet names with you but something about the way he said it this time had your cheeks heating up
you mumbled, "jus' goin to see a friend is all" "you get dressed up for all your friends like that?"
once you realized what was happening, you decided to use it to your advantage
"just ones I've been fucking for the past couple weeks"
both of you knew what you were playing at at that point and you knew you weren't going anywhere now
"oh you like pissin' me off princess? let's see how you like it in a minute"
HARUCHIYO
childhood friends to lovers yes yes yes
you met him at the hospital, being hospitalized yourself after breaking your arm from falling off a tree
he had two little bandages around his mouth and the smallest frown, causing you to approach him
"hey pretty, are you okay?"
he honestly thought you were lying you called him pretty so he lashed out
"you're a stupid liar. how could I be pretty after this?" he said with tears filling his eyes
you knew he was lashing out from a place of hurt so you weren't offended
"jus' wanted to let you know I thought you were pretty"
as you started walking away, he grabbed your wrist to whip you around
"really, do you promise?" "pinky promise! get it? pinky?"
he let out the first real laugh he had in weeks and knew that you were his from then on
the only problem with this was that he never explicitly told you his intentions, but you knew so you were patient
once you reached high school, you figured it'd be good to meet his siblings, despite his insistence that he couldn't care less for them, but you knew it was a sore topic, so you didn't tell him
imagine his surprise when he saw you and takeomi of all people laughing over coffee like old friends
he was livid (he was hurt)
you decided after coffee with takeomi that, "fuck it I'll tell him first"
but when you found him in tears, that was the last thing on your mind
“wanna explain what the fuck you were doing with him?"
it all clicked in your head
"pretty boy, I just wanted to know more about you since I ya know, likeyouorwhatever," you said speedily
"so what you're saying is I'm your pretty boy now?" "have been since I first saw you, pinky promise"
#bonten x reader#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers x reader#ran haitani x reader#tokyo revengers headcanons#sanzu x reader#rindou x reader#ran haitani x you#rindou haitani x reader#ran haitani#rindou haitani#sanzu haruchiyo
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one shots -
oh, baby - kiribaku x reader. brrrr breeding.
art history 204 - kiribaku x reader. being paired with the sunny college football player for your project is your worst nightmare, that is, until you meet his boyfriend.
study date - kiribaku x reader. your boyfriends make studying harder.
three’s company - kiribaku x reader. you stumble into the wrong apartment, but Kirishima and Bakugou don't mind.
green means go - bakugou x reader. Bakugou laughed when Midoriya asked him to fuck his girlfriend while he watched. he's not laughing anymore.
surveillance - bakugou x reader x todoroki. when your fellow pro heroes find out you've never finished with a partner they decide to fix it.
mafia kuroo - it’s what it sounds like/affectionate. ns/fw.
something revolutionary- viking!bakugou x reader. bakugou gets what he wants. that includes you.
summer storms - kirishima x reader
hurt/comfort - atsumu x reader
astronaut kuroo im
i don’t like anyone better than you(it’s true) - ran, mikey, draken x reader, omegaverse
the night we met - bakugou x reader
divine right - prince shouto x reader
play stupid games - bakugou, midoriya, shindou, shouto x reader.
darlin’ darlin’ - mikey x reader, ran x reader
series -
fracture - haitani ran x reader , ch 1, ch 2 , ch 3, ch 4
drabbles -
first time you fall asleep in front of ushijima cellist kuroo forehead kiss atsumu hands hcs - tokyo rev alpha kuroo
games -
your old fwb finds out you and your bf broke up - gojou, terushima yuuji, sakusa kiyoomi fake texts - bakugou katsuki, nanami kento, midoriya izuku, kirishima eijirou smut prompts - shinsou hitoshi x reader, osamu miya x reader, dabi x reader, roommate!shinsou hitoshi x reader, bakugou x reader, mitsuya x reader, rindou x reader , bokuto x reader, kuroo x reader wip snippets - southern gent kiri, draken snippet
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fwb with ran haitani but he's the only person in this big scary world who truly gets you and you're the only person he can fully trust. so instead of having sex sometimes you just sit in front of each other in a spacious bathtub, sipping wine and baring your souls to each other. you end up in his bed anyways but sometimes in a cozy pjs curled up next to him, your head on his shoulder, his hand in your hair. it's warm. it's familiar, dear even. everything's so complicated yet so simple. and surprisingly not so lonely anymore. for both of you.
#hella self-indulgent thought#this is ridiculous#but he's my safe place#if i remembered how to write id turn it into a one shot#but oh well#my gemini x gemini agenda my beloved
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hi are you able to make a part two for this post? :0 if not that’s fine!! im in love with ur writing
Genre: Angst, Angst/No Comfort
Part Two of TR characters x estranged!reader
Included Characters: Ran, Kokonoi, Kazutora
⚠️TW/CW⚠️: pure angst, mentions of death, cursing, mentions/suggestions of suicide and attempted suicide, gaslighting, jealousy, mild injury, depression, self-harm in Kazutora’s part, manipulation, mentions of obsessions, trauma
A/N: Per-request, here is a part two of TR characters who are jealous with estranged!reader. Buckle up and get your tissues ready, this is gonna hurt you just as much as it hurt me 🥲 Enjoy!
Ran
“Seriously, y/n, you should go,” Rindou says softly, putting a hand on your shoulder to stop you from entering the club he and Ran owned. “No! Is Ran alright? I haven’t seen him in weeks and I’m worried sick!” you cry, trying to push past the younger Haitani, only for him to once again, gently pull you away from the club’s entrance by your shoulder. Frustrated, he grips your other shoulder, forcing you to still and face him, “y/n I know you're upset-” “I’m not!” you cut off. Rindou huffs before speaking up once again, “y/n I don’t want you to get hurt, please just go home and I can explain everything later.” “But, Rindou-” “God you’re so annoying,” a voice rings through the air, turning both yours and Rindou’s head to face the very root of the commotion between you two. Ran walks over to the two of you, gently patting Rindou on the shoulder to signal him to go back inside. Rindou’s grip tightens on your shoulder, hesitant to leave you to your demise, but he knew he couldn’t defy his brother. He lets go of you and walks back into the club. Gritting your teeth, you turn to Ran, “Ran, where have you been..,” you reach out to try to take his hand only for the dual-haired male to smack it away, “That’s none of your business.” “What?” Scoffing, he shakes his head before stepping closer to you, an unfamiliar anger radiates from him, an emotion that you’ve never seen directed at you before, “Are you fucking dumb or what? Can’t you see I don’t want you around anymore?” His words hurt, they hurt more than any stab wound or injury that could ever be inflicted on you. “Ran I…if there’s something I did wrong-” you were cut off with a slap to the face, the sudden action stinging your cheek raw. “I don’t want to see your pathetic face again. The only reason I was friends with you was because I felt sorry for you, but now I see why you didn’t have any in the first place.” That was all he said before walking off back into the brightly lit building, leaving you in the silence of the cold streets, with fresh wounds to mend all on your own.
That night you stayed awake thinking about Ran had said about being your friend out of pity and it broke your heart knowing damn well it was true
You never had any friends due to your reputation for being “clingy” and “two-faced smarty pants” so maybe that’s why Ran didn’t want to be around you anymore
When you would go to school, life was hell. Everyone would whisper rumors about what had happened between you and the older Haitani. “I heard they were fwb.” “He was probably friends with her because she’s the smartest student in the school.” “For someone so smart, she’s really dumb to associate with a Haitani!”
You barely ate or slept, obsessed with your studies and upholding the title of the “smartest student” because it was the only thing you had left.
Some days when you see Ran around in school, you feel angry at what he did to you, but would also feel jealous of the multiple friends he had around him wherever he went.
It was as if he was silently telling you, “You’ll always be nothing but know-it-all”
Sometimes Rindou would come by your house to tend to your health after seeing you lose so much weight and letting yourself go, but you’d make sure to lock your doors–and windows–so that you didn’t have to face him because of how stupid you felt after not listening to him.
If you had stayed home, if you had just listened to Rindou, would things have been different? Would you still have Ran as your only friend?
Kokonoi
“What are you doing?” I questioned Kokonoi. He grits his teeth, his eyes narrowing as he furrows his brows. Pouting, you take a seat across from him in the library, smirking at his attempts to try to ignore your presence. “For a gangster, you sure do act childish, Kokonoi,” you mock. Yet, Kokonoi remained focused on what he was reading. “What would Akane think of you now if she saw you living the life of a thug?” Slam! Slowly looking up from where his attention was focused, he finally greets your devious gaze with a murderous look. “What the hell do you want?” “It’s such a shame,” fauxed disappointment crosses your features, “you would’ve been quite the guy if you weren’t living the life of scum.” You calmly sigh as you pick up the book that your old friend had slammed on the table. Koko was livid, blood boiling and all, but he’d be damned if he lost his composure and gave you the satisfying humiliation you sought in him, “I could say the same about you. Despite being the top student at your school, you have the mind of scum yourself,” he remarks. Chuckling, you shake your head, “No wonder why Inupi hasn’t abandoned you yet.” Your face drops, dead eyes boring into Kokonoi, “You’re so pitiful, even for a money-making genius.” On the outside, it would seem as if your words bounced right off of the collected male. However, deep down, his heart was bleeding slowly as you ridiculed him and exploited his trauma for your own benefit. He refused to give in to your sadistic satisfactions. Stubborn as he may be, Koko could never ignore or refuse the pain that came with your sharp words.
You and Kokonoi had fallen out of touch after the death of your friend Akane, due to the fact that you blamed him for just rescuing Inui and not Akane.
Both of you were smart, and were complete geniuses when it came to making money. And, despite being on bad terms with each other, you both silently competed with one another as to who could earn more money when the opportunity arose.
And, sure, you highly disliked Koko for his obsessiveness with Akane, but what really topped it off was when he had dragged Inui into the life of delinquency with him.
Sometimes, you’d wonder if Koko only stayed with Inupi because he looked so much like his sister, slowly coming to the realization that he never moved on from Akane.
You would worry that he’d possibly get Inupi killed due to his stubbornness and obsession, so from then on you did everything in your power to stop his efforts of success, even if it meant holding Akane's death over his head.
Fun fact: Your just as obsessed with Inupi as Koko is
When you see Inupi around school, you try to turn him against Kokonoi and try to convince him to come back to school and quit living as a thug.
Kokonoi does the same, but tries to manipulate him into believing that he’ll help him revive the Black Dragons to the way they are again.
Kazutora
“I’ll kill him,” Kazutora mutters as he throws another dart at Mikey’s picture. Rolling your eyes, you continue to tend to your studies on the floor. “Could you keep it down, I’m trying to study.” A sigh escapes your lips as you witness yet another dart pierce the picture of the young gang leader in the photo. “What do you even have against Mikey, he knows you didn’t mean-” “How the hell would you know?!” he suddenly shouts, his shadow swallowing your small frame as he towers over you with a hateful aura. You keep calm, gently placing your things down as you stand up to challenge the duel- hair colored boy. “Because if he thought you did it on purpose, he would’ve killed you by now.” He scoffs, “So you're taking his side huh? What? You want me gone too?” he growled. “What? No! I’m just saying, you don’t have to resort to violence to solve your problems!” you shoot back. “If you just-” “NO!” his raised voice catches you off guard, completely freezing you in place. “Why the hell should I listen to you when you don’t even know what it’s like to be in my place?” he hisses, glaring daggers at your cowering figure. “You grew up with a fucking spoon on a fucking silver platter. Even now, you get anything and everything without having to fight or work for it.” Your lips trembled as tears threatened to spill from your eyes. “Kazutora…t-that’s not… ” “It is! You’re just a spoiled bitch that gets what she wants because you had friends to support you. You had parents to support you. But guess what, not everyone has the life you live, so don’t tell me how to deal with my problems when you've never been through your own. God, why does a girl like you even exist?” It was as if your whole world was shattering all at once. Why did he say that? Was it all really true? Warm streaks of tears cascaded down your face as you slowly broke down at your friend’s words. “Wow,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes, “what the fuck are you crying for? If you’re really this miserable over a few words, then why don’t you do the world a fucking favor and go die somewhere. The last thing someone wants is a crybaby goodie-two-shoes.” “Why, Kazutora?” you whimper, “why are you saying this, I didn’t mean to-” “Get out.” “W-what?” Growling, he grabs your wrist and pulls you toward the door of his house, “I said,” he throws you down on the concrete of his porch along with your things, “Get the hell out! Go away! Go kill yourself and leave me be!”
That day, you didn’t understand why Kazutora drove you away, but regardless it didn’t stop you from going into a depression.
No matter how much you tried to study to drive away your thoughts, it wouldn’t work.
You couldn’t sleep at night, feeling guilty about your upbringing and thinking how much Kazutora had suffered in his past as a kid, while you sat home with everything you needed while your parents took care of everything.
You developed the habit of often apologizing for things that weren’t your fault and your self-esteem had gone down a lot, so you were constantly putting yourself down.
You hadn’t seen Kazutora that much during school either, but he certainly saw you, as well as the way your other friends would crowd around you, asking about your day and how you were feeling and complimenting the newest clothes you were wearing. It made him more pissed off seeing how you had the life he never got to have and yet despite what you were feeling, you still had people to support you.
On rare occasions when you did see Kazutora around school, he’d insult you or flat out curse you out whenever you so much as looked at him. He hated you with a passion and the fact that you were seeking him out caused him to fester his hatred.
Eventually, he escalated to bullying you when it was clear you wouldn’t leave him alone and you’d just accept because you thought that you deserved it.
One day, Kazutora had ended up having a group of gang members beat you until sunrise and afterwards you went home and ended up cutting your wrists.
Your parents had to drive you to the hospital and when you had explained to them what happened and what you did, you never went back to school again and was homeschooled until further notice.
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𓆱 In The Public Eye
Public Sex With Various TR Men
Warnings - Smoking, Consensual Voyeurism, Sexual Bullying, Implied/Referenced FWB w/ Feelings, Choking, Public/Semi-Public Sex
18+ Minors DNI
·GN Reader·
·A/N- Ran calls himself daddy like once so i didn't add it to the warnings·
Other Versions
Haikyuu · AoT
・❥・ Masterlist
⪧ Haitani Ran
Ran was always one to show off the glittery things he had especially when it came to you, his favourite arm candy. Though for every aspect he adored about you there was one he treasured above the rest, the fact you could match his energy in every aspect especially sexually. Said ability was what got you into your current situation of being crunched up in the back of Ran's disgustingly expensive car, your sweat slicked skin sticking almost uncomfortably to the leather of his seats, but it was all worth it as you gazed up at the beautiful man looming over your body. His slight hips bumping gently into your ass as he rutted inside of your hole, warm breath laced with the alcohol he had consumed earlier in the night was the cherry on top of his flushed face and chest. Reaching a hand up to thread your fingers between his hair the leverage you now had was enough to tug him down and connect your lips in an almost sinful kiss. Mouths open as your tongues tangled together in the warm humid air of his car, teeth clicking against each other every time he tries to shove his tongue down your throat.
Reluctantly tugging back from the kiss Ran dropped to his elbows as his hips stilled, a dark chuckle rocking his body at the whine that dragged from you as you hips writhed trying to regain some type of friction. His voice coming out in hot puffs against your ear punctuated by him slipping his tongue along your ear, dipping into it slightly.
"Come on beg for daddy's cock, baby."
Between that honeyed tone and the way his own cock throbbed against your warm walls was almost as intoxicating as the way he moved his hand to grab you cheeks. Long fingers squishing against them as he forced your mouth open a little giggle leaving him as your lips puckered and popped open giving him a great view of your throat he so wanted to shove his cock in. The giggle morphed into full-blown laughter as you garbled out your pleas, his hips starting up as you spoke clipping your words as a moan ripped from your chest.
"Please Ran, just fuck me you asshoー"
⪧ Hanma Shuji
⪧ Featuring - Kisaki Tetta
Hanma was an absolute menace to both your sanity and Kisaki's. The lanky scheming man, you both begrudgingly loved, did little to hide his plans going so far as to boast about how he was going to fuck you in front of Kisaki. Going into excruciating detail about how his cock would stretch you greedy hole so much you would be fucked dumb infront of his best friend, with all you would be capable of doing is begging him to stuff you full of his cum. Honestly a foolish part of your mind had ignored his clear almost warning like statements, foolishly pushing it aside in favour of planning the weekly movie night with Kisaki. Happily inviting the man into your home only to end up on all fours on the sofa head resting in Kisaki's lap as Hanma wildly fucked into your now sloppy hole, cock battering it like it owed him money. Hazed over eyes locking with Kisaki's sharp gaze you couldn't help the whine that left your mouth when his hardened cock throbbed against the cheek you had resting against it. Though the pleading looks didn't last long as Hanma grasped your upped arms tugging your back flush against his chest, giving the other man a near perfect view of your own arousal. Writhing in Hamna's vice like grip against your arms, you had failed to notice the fact he had dragged out his own cock. The warm breath against your ear had your hole clenching pathetically against the cock working at its walls.
"Come on babe, why don't you let those tears loose. Show Kisaki how much of a cock hungry slut you are for me."
The fire in your stomach sizzled and sparked onto a blazing wildfire as you lazily rolled your head to gaze at Kisaki. Almost breaking down begging to suck his cock when your gaze focused and you realized he was working his own cock to the sight beside him, despite his eyes remaining locked on the television screen. Just as Hanma requested, fat warm tears began to well up and dribble down your cheeks. While Hanma cooed at you claiming it was from your obedience to his words, everyone in the room could see that his cock practically hammering into your hole as he wrapped his long arms around your stomach, one hand slinking up to grasp at your neck giving it a harsh squeeze was the real cause of your warm fat tears.
"Who's my good whore. You look so pretty when you cry."
⪧ Ryuguji 'Draken' Ken
Draken was large in basically every aspect of his life, from his height down to his personality. Croaking put a whine you watched his cock disappear into your ass as he folded you over more deep voice demanding you to maintain eye contact with it, for you to watch the way his cock stretched your tight hole out. The way your walls clung oh so desperate to his length practical begging for him to remain within the warm soft confined of your hole. Though it was only a matter of seconds until your eyes worriedly darted over to the locked door of his shop, anxiety rising slightly as a shadow of a person passed by the opaque glass protecting you from the direct line of sight of The public. Despite your worry the walls of your hole clenched and desperately begged for more, practically begging for someone to walk in. Though you knew the only person who could walk in was Inupi, being the only key holder aside from Draken. One sharp thrust against a sensitive spot within your body drew you back to reality, head rolling to direct your gaze back at Draken only to be met with a teasing smirk.
"Do you wanna be caught, pretty?"
Normally you would scoff and quip back with a bitting reply, but the delicious stretch and pull of his cock against your walls caused every thought in your head to dissipate into a whiney babbled pleas for more. A deep chuckle rumbled his chest as he folded you further in in yourself, knees practically pressed against your shoulders. Arms reaching out he allowed his head to be tugged closer by your grasp, neck craning in order to plant a kiss on your nose while you undid his ponytail letting black locks cascade down obscuring your sideview. Arms moving to wrap around his neck you were picked up when he moved to stand, his long arms releasing their grasp on your legs only to slip below your knee. It gave him leverage to bounce you on his cock, legs kicking as an orgasm ripped through your body fast and hard from the new position. Whining in overstimulation when he didn't stop or slow down from bouncing you on his hard length, the only response you received was a dark laugh as he kept up his actions.
"We're not done yet, I still haven't cum."
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ONESHOTS
Shopping with the Haitani Ran goes wrong (kantoumanji!Ran x virgin!reader)
Heatwave (domestic fluff, smut)
New hair, who dis? (bestfriends to lovers)
I just want a baby with the right one Pt1 (husband!Ran, dad!Ran)
Snowflakes In My Stomach When We’re Kissin’ (fwb to lovers, christmas fic)
SERIES
Die For You Masterlist (Bonten Ran)
Twitter (tobifuyu) | AO3
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. . . Hello, this is paradis speaking.
I recently reached a milestone. So, I wanted to do something for ya'all <33 , thank you for being here ;>
Must be 18+ and have your age accessible before you proceed.
status — closed.
LET'S BEGIN !!
This event has TWO options. Select any one of them. OPEN TO Tokyo Revengers, Jujutsu Kaisen, My Hero Academia, Genshin Impact, Chainsaw man, Haikyuu, Attack on Titan, Kimetsu no Yaiba, Obey Me.
[ 𝐈 ] “Oh yeah? You'd like to order for sugar daddy! Rindou Haitani?”
SEND ME A VERSION OF A CHARATER.
i might write it in an au IF you come up with an interesting version of character. like Alpha!Ran ; i would rather blend it with buisness au.
example — sugar daddy! Rindou Haitani.
[ 𝐈𝐈 ] “ Oh my that's quite a tempting pair.”
SEND ME TWO OF YOUR FAVOURITE CHARACTER AND A KINK.
I'll choose one and write a drabble.
example — Manjiro Sano / Sanzu Haruchiyo + corruption kink
could be from different FANDOMS
How to send the ask?
I'm picky with this but don't be alarmed, it's just me liking organized, neat stuff.
Option 1 — write your requirements here as shown in example / format.
Option 2 — write your requirements here as shown in example / format.
note— Just as simple as that. reblogs are appreciated. I wanted to be precise and short as much as possible. But if you face problem going through the terms of the event, just ask :>
hanging up now !
⟨ MASTERLIST ⟩
[ 𝐈 ] — cat hybrid kokonoi hajime | detective partner!draken | tattoo! artist kamo choso | fwb!manjiro | bodyguard!sakusa |
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[ 𝐈𝐈 ] — geto suguru + dacryphillia | nanami kento + praise kink | kazutora hanemiya + dubcon.
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i've gotten several asks about the tr playlists i made so i'm just going to post them instead of responding individually !!
♯ draken: friends to lovers
♯ falling for bonten trio
♯ smoking with twin dragons
♯ ran haitani: fwb to lovers
♯ plug! wakasa imaushi
♯ ex-husband! rindou haitani
( individual characters below cut )
♯ manjiro sano
♯ ken ryuuguji
♯ keisuke baji
♯ mitsuya takashi
♯ hanma shuji
♯ kakucho hitto
♯ izana kurokawa
♯ hajime kokonoi
♯ seishu inui
♯ ran haitani
♯ rindou haitani
♯ sanzu haruchiyo
♯ wakasa imaushi
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