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Friends Like This | HAITANI RAN

friends like this | HAITANI RAN

SUMMARY. “would you believe me if i said that i wanted to be your first?”

WORDCOUNT. 3.7k (sincerely very sorry)

CONTENT WARNING. explicit content + author’s subtle and terrible humor, unprotected sex, mentions of oc ex-boyfriend, mentions of ran being obsessed with you, mention of death threat, body worship, praising, cunnilingus, spitting, implied cheating (ran to his ex), exhibitionism, slight voyeurism.

It’s an everyday occurence to hear your friends speak so casually about their latest fuck and so on and so forth— however, you still can’t get a grip of the crude language they use. Especially when they’re aware of your presence.

“Dude, you should’ve seen that hot chick!” Sanzu exclaims like a hormonal teenager as he motions with his cupped hands what seems like the chick’s ass— almost as big as his own face, “Definitely your type,” he adds, pointing at Ran who reacts with a snort.

“Nah, you’re kidding,” you hear the latter reply, “Haven’t seen one as big as my ex’s.”

You quietly sip on your tea, trying to pay no mind to the group of men surrounding you and speaking so lively just like a bunch of high school kids getting excited over any living being of the opposite sex.

What makes the current situation worse is Sanzu placing his 38 special ammo set all over the glass table with his unloaded revolver resting proudly on his lap, bringing up such a topic in the meantime— like he hasn’t just killed another executive from their rival gang.

“I thought you were over her?” Rindou asks from the other side of the huge room. You can tell from the way he’s crouched, holding a few banknotes and not even sparing anyone a glance that he’s in charge of counting the money today, due to Kokonoi’s temporary absence. It’s just the four of you meeting at the headquarters.

“Well, duh. I just miss her ass, that’s all,” Ran answers to his brother matter-of-factly, “Oh, and her tits too,” he adds, placing his feet on the desk.

You scrunch your nose up, watching as a dreamy sigh escapes Ran’s lips, soon curving into a weird smirk that has you immediately shake your head, not even bothering to wonder what he’s thinking of.

Instead, feeling the conversation degenerate even more, you glare at the men, yet you receive nothing but a snort from Sanzu, clearly entertained by your subtle reactions.

Thankfully though, an unexpected savior joins into the conversation earlier than you’ve expected and you find yourself letting out a sigh of relief as you relax on your seat, a familiar figure approaching the four of you.

“I heard y’all talking about tits and ass.”

Actually, you don’t even have a good feeling about this anymore.

It’s Kokonoi. Another executive of the Bonten gang. Besides being known for his business skills, he’s majorly known amongst the gang members as the insane one who keeps a notebook full of the names and phone numbers of people he has fucked.

You’ve promised yourself to never bring up his “fuckbook”— just like he likes to call it, whenever he’s around, ever again.

You would not like to experience him babbling about it once more.

“Yup, we were talking about Ran’s ex just now,” Rindou explains briefly as he gets up from his seat, to which Koko nods accompanied with an attentive expression.

The ravenette’s gaze lands on you and his smile gets bigger. He wraps an arm around you as he takes the empty seat on the couch beside you, “Talking about tits and ass in front of a lady seems a bit inappropriate,” he chuckles, making you roll your eyes.

“It’s alright. I pretend I do not hear. I don’t exist right now. I’m just a hologram.”

“Actually, I’ve always wanted to ask you something,” everyone’s gaze shifts to Sanzu, “You’re not a virgin, are you?”

“Talk about inappropriate,” Ran snickers; yet from the way his eyes never leave your figure, something’s telling you that he’s actually curious to know your answer.

“You think someone like her is a virgin?” Koko almost bursts out laughing and you don’t even hesitate to elbow him, earning a groan instead of the laughter his lips were trying to suppress just now.

“You know what,” you begin, “Go back on talking about your hot chicks or whatever,” you shake your head as you hold your cup of tea once again, as if from a different shift of your position, they would let this matter go.

But you know them too well, unfortunately. And they aren’t ones to give up. You have a gut feeling that this conversation will soon lead to an even worse situation.

Coincidentally, your gaze lands on Ran, whose eyes have been on your figure this whole time and you’re left beyond breathless for unknown reasons.

There’s something that you know Ran is hiding behind those sparkling eyes of his, that you only got to see when he told you about his make out session with his first ever girlfriend.

However, he has never really given those kinds of sparkling eyes to you and, heaven only knows that you might be so wrong for assuming something so nonsensical, especially when it’s Ran we’re talking about.

Your long time friend and now fellow executive partner in Bonten.

Besides, you have never opened up to any of them about your sex life— heck, you’re not as bold as they can be, you would have buried yourself in an instant if you had to tell them about your first time too.

The silence has reigned on the five of you ever since your attempt of changing the topic and to say that you’re beyond embarrassed now would be an understatement.

But fortunately, the savior you once thought was a lost case, is back on his track.

“Good weather today, by the way,” Koko observes.

A loud lightning strikes from outside.

It’s raining hard.

“Need a ride home?” you hear Ran’s voice and you turn around. As expected, he’s talking to you.

You bite your lip, glancing at the enormous window on your left.

You mentally facepalm yourself for not checking the weather forecast and bring an umbrella— because now you know you’ve got to deal with any possible worse case scenario by accepting Ran’s offer.

“Yeah, thank you.”

He gets up from the couch, hands on his pockets and his gaze lands upon your figure.

That look.

You’re doomed.

Has he ever been this fucking hot?

---

“Y’know, to be honest, I’m still curious,” the offered ride is starting to get longer and with Ran’s unnecessary statement you see no escape from your unfortunate fate.

You glance at your friend— his gaze is still focused on the road whilst one hand is holding the steering wheel. You gulp as you let your eyes trail down his side profile, his jawline sharp and as visible as his Adam's apple.

“About what?” you mumble, leaning your head against the car window.

“Your answer to Sanzu's question,” he replies, “If you’re virgin or not. I’m curious.”

You manage to take a look at him from the reflection of the window and you swear you catch a glimpse of a grin across his face.

“Of course, you’re curious. You’re such a pervert.”

A painful, pathetic gasp escapes Ran’s lips and he’s now acting like you’ve just insulted him, “I love and respect women, y’know.”

You turn around, amused, “Uh, huh.”

“You, more than anyone else, should be aware of that,” he takes a quick glance at you before looking back at the road, “I respect you the most.”

There’s a moment of silence after those words and you’re suddenly left with a racing heart in your chest that you fail to believe it’s really yours.

You divert your gaze from Ran’s figure and the car engine becomes less loud the second he stops the car at the red light, engulfing the two of you in an awkward silence.

“I’m not a virgin.”

“Oh.. Wow.”

“Now why do you sound like you weren’t expecting that?”

“It’s not that,” he continues, this time his eyes are darker than usual, as they seem to conceal his most prohibited thoughts that he wouldn’t be able to even fathom himself, “Would you believe me if I said that I wanted to be your first?” your friend asks.

You’re frozen on your seat, unable to process a single word of his.

From your peripheral vision you swear you can see Ran’s face moving closer to yours until the sudden sound of a horn from the car behind makes the two of you flinch.

“Shit, okay—” he mutters under his breath as he looks back at the road; the streetlight has turned green.

You nervously bite your lip, thoughts too scattered to even get a grip of one.

And before you know it, Ran changes the direction that leads to your home as he stops the car at a small parking lot instead.

“Oh. Nice,” is the only thing you manage to say.

“Sorry, okay, I didn’t mean that—”

“Shut up. It’s not like you to say that.”

Your heart is pounding too loudly and when you meet his gaze, you wonder if a rule such as finding your gang member that attractive— dangerously too attractive for your own health, exists.

Because if not, you’ve been surely living your own life behind a stupid wall that’s preventing you from letting Haitani Ran do things to you.

“Then, what do you want me to say?” he looks so stupid with that shit eating grin of his, plastered across his face like it’s on default whenever there’s a chance to activate his dominant side.

“Anything that Haitani Ran would say.”

He lets out a sharp breath before leaning closer to you, “Tell me everything about your first time.”

You should’ve expected that.

---

“Ran— Wait,” you sigh in exasperation as you try to shove away the man who’s currently sucking on your skin.

You’ve just reached your house a few minutes ago, through Ran groping your ass at the entrance, kissing you inside the elevator and now leaving marks on your neck without even letting you close the door behind the two of you.

Ran groans at your complaints, “C’mere,” he whispers, pulling you by the sleeves. Even from a single word you can feel the eagerness, like he’s been longing to do you since the first time his eyes landed on you.

You pay him no mind as you struggle to turn around and just lock the goddamn door of your apartment, Ran’s exigent hands roaming all over your warm body.

When you look back at him, you’re left almost breathless.

You have never seen this side of Ran that has you weak on your knees, his eyes showing you the fervent desire he has never dared to ooze out for so many years.

Without uttering a single word, Ran holds your face before crashing his lips against yours for the second time that night.

Once again, he kisses you with the same enthusiasm of minutes ago, keeping you into his arms as you let him guide you towards your bedroom.

The languid sound of your shared kiss, the whimpers that slip out of your mouth— they all echo through the thick walls.

There’s no sweetness that can be filtered between the two of you.

Tonight is all about piercing two souls yearning for one another.

Ran props you down the mattress, placing himself between your legs before pulling away from the kiss.

You’re underneath him. Your short dress defining every single curve of your body recalls all the nights he has spent fisting his cock while staring at the pictures he has secretly taken of you.

His mind suddenly wanders through all those times he has seen you holding hands with your ex-boyfriend, sometimes even sitting prettily on his lap.

He hated whenever you’d bring him to the meetings— everybody else knew as well that he was way out of your league and you’ve proven it yourself.

Ran sighs, licking his lips, “Has he ever touched you?” he wonders, more to himself.

His fingers grace over your dress, pulling the hem up and revealing your clothed cunt, “Right here?” he gulps, dark orbits meeting yours.

For a moment, he feels a bit hesitant, fingers unable to go furthermore, to reach his lifelong desire.

You have no idea how long Ran has been wishing for this, you’re completely clueless.

You have never seen nor witnessed the obsessive behavior of the man, known as your longtime friend and fellow member of the most notorious gang.

He furrows his eyebrow when you suddenly hold his wrist, guiding him towards your core.

He catches a glimpse of the messy pool marking your panties, and it just takes a few sways of your hips towards his hand to get him back on track.

“Tell me how he touched you,” he orders, sweetly. He observes your face, the way your eyes are avoiding his, your timid but so, so eager small gestures: he knows it all before you can even talk.

“He’s never made you feel like this, has he?” he’s back on being confident with his every word, dragging his fingers towards the lace of your panties.

You shake your head in response, “No… He has never made me feel like this, Ran..”

He should’ve expected that, but he’s still disappointed. He’s disappointed that someone ever had the audacity to treat you so poorly.

And not the way he best believes you deserve to be treated.

The thought of being the only one witnessing you like this right now, soaking wet over the simplest touches of his, has his mind going crazy.

And he wonders how your moans sound like, how you taste like… He’s oh so going to spoil you until you’re all stretched out and the only thing you can babble about is his name. And only his.

Ran wastes no time undressing you. He caresses your cheeks, sucking on your lower lip. He proceeds to leave wet kisses all over your jawline, sucking and dragging his tongue across your cleavage.

Your curves fill his hands, he feels you struggling to rub your thighs as you’re squeezing him between your legs.

He chuckles softly at the sight. Feeling like he has given enough appreciation to your body, he shifts his attention towards your clothed cunt. Ran leans down and lays on his stomach, undressing you completely.

The sight of your cunt gets him hard in an instant. Just like he has always imagined, your cunt’s pretty— he could just stare at it for the rest of his life.

Ran’s blessed with the sight of your inner labia, spread and drenched in your own wetness.

He trails his fingertips around your fluttering hole, earning a sweet whimper from you. Ran drags his thumb across your slit, pressing harder on your clit. He watches the mess you’ve made yourself, as your own fluids drip down your inner thighs.

“Ran…” you breathe. Your friend’s eyes fly open, shifting his whole attention to you. You’re still avoiding eye contact, though your lips parted slightly and the way your back arches at every touch of his are enough to let him know how desperate you are.

“God, you sound like a fucking virgin,” Ran snickers, caressing your thighs lovingly, “I’ll have to take care of you, baby… I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked by anyone else before.”

You’re left flustered at his words, the thought of taking Ran’s cock has you squirm in anticipation, “Please… Please, fuck me, Ran..”

The man between your legs pays you no mind as this time, he drags his flat tongue against your folds. You gasp at the sensation— he’s flicking the tip across your hole, making you feel absolutely overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure you’ve never felt before.

Ran works his tongue on you; he’s swallowing your juices like a man-starved. You taste so sweet on his tongue and he surely can’t get enough of it.

Your breath hitches when you feel him suck on your hard bud and you struggle to adjust yourself underneath him before he grabs your ankles, wrapping them around his shoulders.

He’s immersed between your legs, his tongue is lapping at your folds messily, moaning against your core and sending vibrations down your spine.

“Fuck— Mhh, Ran..” you cry out, the pleasure overwhelming your whole body. The man grins and pulls away, leaving a string of his own saliva behind before spreading it over your whole pussy with his palm.

Every touch of his is like a smoulder, your body taken on fire. The nasty sight has your legs tremble and you can barely even decipher the overwhelming emotions getting over you.

Ran hovers over your body, taking his clothes off as well. The glimpse of the tattoo on his neck instinctively brings your fingers to grace over the inked skin, earning a hum from the man above you.

He grins as he meets your gaze— much to his delight; he takes his time on you, from squeezing your breasts and sucking on your nipples, Ran has gone completely obsessed with praising every single part of your body.

“Ran...” you murmur, too flustered. You’re not experienced: that one time you’ve lost your virginity card, it didn’t even go well— and the thought of Ran having to deal with you breaks your heart and you’re worried whether or not you’ll meet his expectations.

Your friend takes notice of your hesitation, given your furrowed eyebrows and narrowed lips.

He hushes you with a kiss, “I’ve always wanted this, more than anything else,” he whispers, cupping your cheeks, “God… You really have no fucking clue. Maybe I’m insane, but I’ve always wished you were the one I was fucking every night instead of my ex,” there’s a bitter chuckle that escapes Ran’s lips, leaving you speechless.

“Your ex— You.. You loved her,” you try to resonate, but Ran shakes his head, a sinister grin painting across his face.

“I wanted you. I’ve always wanted you,” he retorts, “Just like this,” at those words, your mouth falls open as Ran’s cock splits you open.

You squeeze your eyes shut at the burning sensation. He’s too big. That’s the first thing that comes to your mind.

You gasp as Ran starts rolling his hips to push the head of his cock deeper— tight is his grip on the headboard, trying his very best to move in slowly, letting you adapt to his size.

“Fuck— You feel so good,” Ran groans, praise reaching your ears has you instictively clench your walls around him, “That’s it, baby, that’s it.. Take it all for me, mh? I know ‘s too much.”

It feels like you’re being fucked for the first time. Ran’s size completely outranks your ex boyfriend’s. Everything about Ran can’t ever be compared.

The way he just manhandles you with care, and kisses you eagerly a second later— it’s making you lose your mind.

His cock is long, thick, you can feel it as you’re struggling to take it all. You bite your lip, holding onto Ran’s biceps, letting him ram his cock into you even deeper— it’s almost absurd how you can feel the veins adorning his pretty cock, wrapped around your walls.

“Ran.. Your cock.. ‘S too big,” you cry, tightening the grip on his biceps when he starts thrusting a little bit faster, “Please... Slow— Slow down, Ran..”

“Relax, baby, you’re taking me so well,” he coos, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it, “Atta girl.”

You nod at him, wrapping your legs around his hips, “I’ve.. I’ve never felt like this with him,” you confess, “He’s never made me cum.”

At your words, Ran pounds his cock into you with force until you’ve taken him all, balls deep. You cry at the prickling sensation, your moans and the sound of your skins slapping echo through the wall.

“I’ll fucking kill him,” he moans into your ear, “After I’ll show him how you cum all over my cock like the good girl that you are.”

You watch as he stretches his arm towards the nightstand, grabbing your phone and tapping on the screen mindlessly.

“Ran— What are you—”

“What do you want?”

It’s your ex boyfriend’s voice from the phone.

You look at Ran in horror, motioning him to end the call but the second he holds the phone over your figure, you freeze.

“This. This is what we want,” Ran grins widely, mocking your ex boyfriend and framing his cock hammering into your pussy into the camera, “Look how she’s clenching around me, dude. Taking my fat cock like the good girl she is. Feels so fucking good,” he moans, bringing a hand to play with your tits.

There’s no response from the other side of the phone— not like the two of you care. You’re flustered sure, to know that somebody else is watching the entire scene but at the same time, the thought of Ran showing you off makes you feel triumphant, even confident of yourself.

“Tell him baby, tell him how much you love my cock,” Ran’s still mocking your quiet ex boyfriend. He brings one of your legs over his shoulder, giving himself a better angle to hammer his cock into your tight cunt.

“Ran.. I love Ran’s cock!” you moan, tongue lolling out of your mouth and back arching at the feeling of his tip hitting your cervix, “Ran’s cock.. Feels so good, ‘s too big!”

“That’s my girl,” Ran smiles, “This pussy’s all mine” he’s hitting all your right spots and the fact that he’s just using one hand to handle it all makes it even more attractive.

“Cum inside of me..” you’re begging ridiculously— something that your ex boyfriend has never seen you do, “Please, please, Ran. Give me all your cum.”

Your filthy words lead Ran to thrust into you even faster, cock disappearing into your pussy. Without saying anything, he ends the call with your ex and throws your phone away, taking his time to hit your cervix with the thick head of his cock.

Ran curses under his breath, adorning your pretty cunt with all his semen. Most of it makes it inside mixed with your fluids, while the rest drips down your inner thighs. You’re squirming underneath him, moaning his name repeatedly as you reach your climax as well, milking all over his fat cock.

The two of you are panting heavily, Ran’s arms wrap around your body— yet he doesn’t pull away and you’re not complaining.

“Hey,” he calls you, kissing your temple, “Let this be the last time we’ll involve your ex boyfriend while fucking.”

You furrow your eyebrows, “Are you saying…?”

“I’m surely not planning to make this the last time I’ll fuck you.”