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LOVE ME THE WAY YOU DID BEFORE — chapter one ; ran haitani x reader.

there are so many things that ran haitani could do, but can one of them take him back to you?

+ tags. romance, heavy angst, hurt/comfort, hurt no comfort, bonten executive!reader, explicit sexual content, marital issues, unresolved issues, misogyny, death, neglect, canon-typical violence, crimes and criminals, drugs, smoking, drinking, illegal activities, 18+

+ chapter tags. use of profanities, mentions of killings and drugs, misogynistic remarks, gun violence, explicit sexual content, undertones of dumbification, unprotected sex, rough sex, vaginal fingering, creampie, overstimulation.

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“Won’t you eat a proper breakfast?”

Your eyes immediately bore to that person who spoke as if you’re drilling holes in his skull—staring at him with your piercing look. You click your tongue, settling the cup of coffee on the table, “Why do you care?”

“We have a long day ahead of us and that's all you’re going to put on your damn body?”

You looked at Mikey with that look that says ‘did you just pair me up with this motherfucker in today’s agenda?’ which he responded with his usual dull look.

“Mikey!” you exclaimed causing for the other Bonten executive’s to jump a bit, “I would rather go with Sanzu-”

“You would rather?” Sanzu butts in, “Woman, you’re lucky to be paired with me. I’m fun to be with at work or are you forgetting those missions you had with me?”

You rolled your eyes. Yeah, right. You know what’s fun for Sanzu, it’s popping pills while killing people and gutting ‘em off. But you can’t deny that it’s a bit fun to be with Sanzu when you’re at work, or it’s just a casual hangout. Neverminding about what Kakucho said, that Bonten doesn’t need another Sanzu.

You scoffed at that, you’re still sane compared to Haruchiyo but you know you have got to stop doing drugs with him or maybe what Kakucho said would come true.

“That’s final.” Mikey announced, “Any other concerns besides the Haitani’s?”

“I’m not-” you groaned, cutting yourself off causing for the other men around the table to snicker except that motherfucker and Mikey of course.

You know even though Mikey’s not laughing and shit, he purposely said that just to piss you off or maybe it’s his annoying way of joking around with you. You rolled your eyes, getting that revolver from your gun leg holster to point it at Ran.

“You.” you raised your eyebrow, “Don’t fucking piss me off today.”

The other executives didn't do anything but shook their heads in disbelief, thinking that they’ll be stuck in between again. But come on, they’re used to you and Ran bantering like little kids. They have to listen to you two engage in nonsense fights every time you meet, so they don’t bother intervening in your petty bickering.

“Me?” Ran let out a cocky smile and leaned on the swivel chair too comfortably, “You’re the one who keeps on pissing me off. You don't even listen to simple commands and put everything to shit.”

Oh.

That’s too far, right? You should just pull the trigger right there and maybe shoot him in the head or maybe his fucking mouth because he’s too sharped-tongue. You wanted to laugh because he’ll just blame everything on you every chance he gets, huh?

It’s not like you don’t get it, he doesn’t have to shove it right in your face and make you feel like you always fail.

Too fucking far, Haitani.

“That's enough.” Kokonoi intervened when he noticed the change in your expression. He held your wrist and lowered the gun down. “You two are wasting time with this instead of working.”

You know Ran just hit the bullseye. He hit you right in the gut, you folded easily it’s as though you’re punched in the stomach.

Did he really have to say that? Does he really accuse you for everything?

But can you really blame him? You act all tough but no matter what you do or how you put it, you know it was your fault.

…

“This is it?” you asked Ran once you got out of his Bentley, the people around turning their heads to the both of you. This place is a shithole, you can see the thugs around, criminals—well, you and Ran were no different. You two are just hiding behind your luxurious stuff—beneath this millions of worth of car, suits and fancy dress—you’re criminals just like them.

“Yeah.” Ran answered, turning his head to you and not long, he saw this one old geezer walking towards your direction. He didn't need to do anything, as you would say, you can do things by yourself.

You're an independent woman, you. That’s one of the things that made Ran fall for you.

He just sighed, leaning on his car with his arms crossed as he watched the scene before him.

“What’s a fine young lady doing in a place like- woah! Calm down, missy.” before he could even finish, you were pointing your gun on his neck. Pushing the muzzle a bit deep on the carotid pulse, making his body tense.

Your finger was on the trigger, one pull and this shit would be gone. You’re not one to hesitate, you’ve been doing this for years. What’s one old disgusting geezer, right?

“Hm.” you hummed, looking at your pretty nails that you just got done yesterday, “You see I’m not here to waste my bullet on your fucking head but you know, I enjoy the occasional spontaneity.”

Ran rolled his eyes with your unnecessary speech, “Just do what you have to do. You don't have to drag it this long.”

“Fuck you, Haitani. I just told you not to piss me off today.” you glared at him for a bit and once again turned your attention to the one you’re pointing your gun to, “But I don’t want your filthy blood all over me so I’m going to let you off, hm?”

You flashed a sweet smile, removing your gun slowly. “Thank you-”

He screamed in anguish once you pulled the trigger and shot his foot, “On second thought, you disgust me. Come on, Ran.”

You nonchalantly said and entered the old bar first. Ran clicked his tongue and pulled his wallet out of his suit pocket to get some bills before following you, he then turned to that old man and tossed the bills on the ground, “You should get that checked out.”

Ran caught up with you, he leaned his mouth on your ear. That familiar shiver jolts to your spine and escalates all through out your body when you feel his warm breathe on your skin, “Did you have to shoot his fucking feet?”

“It’s fun.” you said, ignoring that feeling and giving him dull stare, “I should've brought Haruchiyo instead, he’d give me a high five.”

“Just focus on what we’re here for.” he hissed, his eyes wandered around the old bar, he certainly didn't like the way that the men in here were eyeing you—some of them were whistling when you walked in, looking at you up and down; it’s as if they're undressing you with their eyes and it’s pissing him off.

So he did what he was used to doing, wrap his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him. You certainly didn't expect the sudden touching, your heart was trembling inside your chest, as if there’s some kind of earthquake going on inside.

You hated the fact that you could still smell that familiar perfume that he was wearing, it gives you some mixed emotion—of course, you gave that to him on your anniversary.

He’s still wearing it. This gives you flashbacks. You feel like you’re going to falter and break down. Him being close to you makes you lose your mind.

Too many questions run on the back of your mind; questions like, why is he doing this? Why does he have to complicate your feelings?

You have been through hell and managed to pick yourself up from that heart-rending incident and it will completely destroy you if you go back to square one. You know it will, and you don’t know if you can manage saving yourself again.

Still, you composed yourself. You didn't want to seem like you're losing your mind when in fact, you are. You gave him a disgusted look and pulled away from him a bit but he’s got a tight hold on your waist, “What’s with the touching?”

“Habits.” he simply said before begrudgingly let go of you once you both reached the bar, before the bartender could even speak, Ran took the liberty of doing it first. “We’re not here for chitchat. Ichiro Hashimoto.”

The bartender continued on wiping the bar or what shit he can do to ignore the two of you. Maybe it’s a good thing that you brought Ran because you and Sanzu would wreak havoc in here. His eyebrow raised, lavender irises staring straight at the bartender as he clicked his tongue. “I know you know him.”

“I don’t know who are you pertaining to-”

Ran placed his gun above the counter and gave the bartender a taunting smile while you watched with your bored expression. You don't even know why Mikey did have to pair you up with your ex-husband. Ran could clearly do this all by himself and you hated to admit it, he looks so hot doing it.

“I bet you know who I’m talking about now, do you?”

“Oh god, this is boring.” you rolled your eyes as you tapped your worth of thousands of dollar heels on the floor. “Just tell us where Hashimoto is and maybe we’ll spare your life.”

“Spare my life?” the bartender chuckled and flashed you a condescending smile, “I would understand if that came from this gentleman right here. Can you even handle a gun, little lady?”

“Oh my god, you’re an annoying misogynistic fuck, no?” you chuckled, “Did you not hear the gunshot outside?”

He just shook his head as he laughed and that made your blood boil. It’s irritating, how these male chauvinists treat you like you’re some kind of a weakling. You’re about to pull the gun out of your thigh holster when Ran stops you and gives you ‘that’ look.

It’s just amazing that it has been a year or two since you divorced but he still has this kind of effect on you. Though, it annoys you as well. You’re supposed to be moving on, not falling in deeper.

But how could you do that? When has he been with you ever since? From ruling Roppongi—you, Ran and Rindou—to joining gangs and doing illegal shits. You have been with him ever since you were still a bit unaware of some things. Your whole life revolved around him.

You know every bit of him. You know what he likes and doesn't, what makes him smile, what makes him wrap his arms around your waist and bury his face on your neck and whisper saccharine words in your ear. Even the things that make him cry, you know all of it.

For fuck’s sake, you married him. You were supposed to build a whole ass life with him, it didn’t matter if you were in deep bad shit as long as you’re together.

You were each other’s everything until you weren’t anymore.

“Listen.” you were back to reality from reminiscing what you two used to be when you heard his voice. “I’m being fucking nice here. If you don't want me to drag you out of this shitty old place and bash your face in then tell me where the fuck is Hashimoto.”

Bonten has been bugging this man for weeks about the whereabouts of Ichiro Hashimoto—the traitor who sold one of Bonten’s drug den to the detectives who were on your case. Bonten bribed him, followed him, beat him even—though, you can’t really kill him since he’s your only lead.

You were tipped off that this man knows the hideout of Ichiro and that they’ve been in contact. At first, you only sent members but he’s not breaking—that’s where you—the executives come in.

But, imagine how pissed Sanzu is? Maybe that’s why Mikey sent you and Ran instead. Who knows what goddamn mayhem Sanzu would cause here.

“I don't fucking know. So, get out of my bar-”

The man stopped talking when you shot the ceiling, causing other people to flinch and look your way—you gave the bartender a wide smile, “Oh, sweetie. If you fucking play dumb again, the next bullet would be on your fucking head. So, you choose, hm?”

“What’s it going to be?” Ran raised his eyebrow along with a cocky smirk tugging on his lips as he placed his arm around your shoulders subconsciously, both of you grinning arrogantly at the man.

“I’m not going to tell you-”

You shot the bottle behind him, grazing his ear. “Fuck! Damn it! I’ll talk!”

Ran heard you giggle, and that’s when you both turned your heads to look at each other.

Yeah, it’ll be a lie if Ran said that he didn’t feel anything when your lips curved in an upward manner and winked at him.

…

“Hashimoto escaped our men.” Ran announced as soon as he dropped the call, he sighed as he stopped the car when the traffic light turned red. He turned to you when he noticed that you aren't saying anything, usually, you’ll lose your mind and annoy him to catch Hashimoto by yourselves—he saw that you were looking out the window, he followed your line of sight and saw that you were looking at that one shop.

Suddenly, there’s a familiar throe in his chest. He saw your fists, enclosed in a tight ball. He wanted to touch you and tell you that he’s there—that you didn’t need to be alone in what you feel but he guessed he should’ve done that two years ago.

Then, maybe he wouldn’t have lost you.

Ran wanted to pull you in his arms but the turmoil—all the pain was coming back to him. It hit him all at once that he felt like he couldn't get up, it felt like he was back in the pit that he put himself in years ago. Looking at you at this moment, it seems as though he saw the old you. The calm and serene one.

“That’s cute.” you mumbled, the tears were silent as it fell from the corner of your eyes, you chuckled and wiped your tears, pointing at the cute infant clothes that were displayed on the window, “That’s cute, right… Ran? That one.”

“Hm.” he responded, he felt like choking on his own saliva. His eyes were stinging and soon enough there’ll be tears falling from his own eyes. What’s the point of all this? What’s the point of reminiscing about things that you both failed to have? That you both have failed to protect?

You didn’t say anything any further until you both arrived at Bonten’s headquarters, slamming Ran’s car door as soon as you got out of his car, making him groan. “We should have went there by ourselves, you know our men it’s kind of dumb assholes.”

“Yeah, and then you’ll kill Hashimoto as soon as you see him?” Ran argued as he followed you, the click clacking of your heels was heard echoing all throughout Bonten’s HQ.

“Because that’s how it should be, you know what we do to traitors, right? Come on, Haitani. You’re an executive.”

“You think I don’t know that? What I’m saying is you’re reckless… I'm responsible here for sending our men to catch Hashimoto. I won’t let you shoot our crucial lead in the fucking head just because you’re pissed off. You’re being irrational, doing stupid unnecessary shits-”

“Excuse me?” you scoffed, not pleased with what he's saying to you, “You think I’m being stupid?”

“That’s not what I’m saying!” he said a bit loud, maybe enough for the other executives to know that you both have arrived at the headquarters, “I’m saying your actions are stupid, don’t put words in my mouth!”

You huffed, crossing your arms as you looked at him with your eyebrows raised. None of you were looking away, determined to eye each other with such hate in your eyes.

Or maybe that’s what you’re just trying to reflect.

“Stop staring at me, asshole.”

“You stop.” You were glaring at him with such a burning gaze, if your looks could ignite fire—Ran surely is burned to the ground. “I fucking hate you.”

The rage was pumping on your veins. Looking at Ran was pissing you off, especially with those lavender eyes staring at you with such taunt, eyeing your facial features—his eyes seemed to be glued at your lips at the moment.

“I hate you too.” he answered, licking the insides of his cheek, eyes wandering down from your lips to your neck, to your collarbones—well, you’re not naïve, you’re not so blind that you can’t see where his eyes are going.

You hate it, how fiery his irises are; the intensity that he’s giving you, it feels like your legs are trembling and you’ll fall into his trap.

Well, fuck. It works.

His provocative looks are driving you to insanity. It makes you so mad that you wanted to just bite him down— “Fuck you, Ran. Take your clothes off.”

He wasn't surprised when you tug on his tie, pressing yourself and your lips to his as you turn the knob and push him inside the office while kissing him hungrily. In fact, he has a sly smirk on while you suck each other’s faces off. If you ask him, he will honestly tell you that he didn't expect for this to happen.

But it’s not so bad where it’s going, right?

His large hands cups your ass, you jump a bit in order for Ran to carry you and press your back to the door while your legs are wrapped around his hips, a moan escapes your lips as you feel his hard crotch grinding against yours.

How he longed to hear that sweet moan of yours, how he missed taking all over you—trapping you in him that you won't be able to think straight—and all that’s in your head was him.

“R-ran.” you gripped his shoulder, his kisses went down to your neck. Sucking the flesh of your skin into his mouth so sensually, “F-fuck- ah you! Don’t put a mark on me, asshole.”

“Shut the fuck up.” he groaned on your neck, and you don't have any clue as to why you were even more turned on when he just told you that.

It didn't enter your mind that you shouldn't be doing this with Ran, your ex-husband for heaven’s sake. It’s as if the thoughts you have about avoiding him—by not letting yourself get hurt again was thrown out the window.

But fuck it, you haven't been laid ever since Ran and much to your dismay, you get to fuck someone again—you just didn't expect that the last person you had sex with will be the first one after two years.

His hands were gripping your ass, lifting your dress up to your hips, revealing your underwear that makes him lose his mind, it just looks hot on you—you look hot to him in everything anyway, “Fuck, you know I love this one.”

You didn't plan any of this, I swear.

“Mhmm- ah.” his fingers slipped in your dripping cunt, his cock was aching inside his pants—longing to be inside your tight wet pussy that deliciously clamps on his big fat cock. “Ran-”

“Missed your pretty pussy.” he whispered in your ears, the sensation jolting through your veins as if your body was awaken from a long deep slumber, the whimpering uncontrollably rolls out of your mouth when he entered his fingers inside your gaping hole, his thumb pressing onto your clit. “Mhm- missed fucking this cunt.”

“F-fuck- please…” you whimpered, your swollen little cunny aching to be fucked stupid by his dick. His hands moved at a pace that had you gripping on his suit. Every word, whimper—even the small curl your lips make has his dick growing inside his pants.

He lets out a throaty chuckle, “You’re still needy, huh?”

His fingers moved in a fast unrelenting pace, it’s just how you remember it, his hands were more than enough to make you dumb and satiated, creaming on him like his good little bitch. “Ran- just… f-fuck—hah!”

“Suck.” he ordered, shoving his fingers in your mouth coated with your juices, “Fuck, that’s it.”

You look helpless, pinned on the door with Ran’s body towering over you and that’s exactly what he wants—God knows how much this man longed for you, hoping every single day for the past two years to be close to you.

To hold you again, to kiss your pretty lips, to make you go crazy for him. His lips were once again above yours, kissing you a bit more softly compared to earlier, all the while moving to the desk to settle you down.

You're getting drowned on how deep his kisses were, your heart and mind was in complete chaos; debating whether to pull away before you find yourself getting numb and defenseless—however, it’s Ran.

It’s the man who you loved with your whole heart and probably continue to do so even if you’re not together.

It didn’t matter anyway, now that you’re above the desk—legs wide open as your tits bounces freely along with the movements because of Ran’s hard unsympathetic thrusts in and out of your swollen pussy. “Fuck—baby, you’re so tight.”

Shaky moans slipped out of your mouth as he plunges his dick inside you, balls deep as he hits all the right spots that make you go out of control, “Nggh—R-ran, harder! Please, ah!”

Ran was utterly satisfied, you can sense the unmatched domineering attitude radiate out of him as if he was releasing it out of his body to show who’s in control. “Harder, yeah? My doll wants it harder, hm?”

He held your leg up, placing it on his shoulder and angled himself, ramming his cock into your cunny harder and faster. So hard that the desk was moving along with Ran’s ruthless plowing, you were gripping onto what object you can hold on to as you chant his name, enough for the other executives to hear that you’re getting fucked into oblivion.

It feels so good; the length of his cock rubbing against your walls, your pussy getting stretched and filled out by his overwhelming girth. Your throat was high and dry, your body was convulsing as Ran continued on drilling your overstimulated cunt, seeping out juices for the second time today.

“Ran!” you cried out, “Fuck, fuck!”

His groans turned into long moans, dragging on his throat as he forced his dick inside your pussy while his thick hot cum was oozing out of his cock, all you did was to take it. Not thinking about anything at all.

Yet, slowly, you realize that you’ve let your guard down. You opened the gate and left it unguarded, despair was painted all over your face once you’ve come down from your high. But you know, it didn’t matter that you were defenseless, you weren’t thinking about yourself much anyway at this point.

Because in the first place, Ran was always your priority. He always comes first, even before yourself. Maybe that’s why you had a hard time saving yourself.

Or did you? Did you even save yourself already or you just make yourself believe that you’re doing alright?

Ran pulled out of you, he leaned his face close to you—the moment that he saw tears falling from your eyes—adrenaline rushed through his veins, his heart was pounding and if possible, it was cracking bit by bit when he saw the look in your eyes, “Baby… d-did I hurt you? What’s wrong?”

You didn’t. I did. I hurt you.

“Ran.” you cried, face buried at the palm of your hands as you sobbed as hard as you could. Loud cries filled the four corners of the room, emotion of despair and longing prancing around the air. “I- I can’t… this shouldn’t have happened.”

“I’m sorry.” you whispered, “I’m really sorry- it’s all my fault. I- I don’t want to do this.”

Ran watched as you fixed yourself, not even sparing him a single glance as you walked out of the office as if nothing happened between the two of you. You can’t even look at him because once you do, you know you’ll be in his arms again without even batting an eyelash.

And that’s what you’re avoiding at all cost, it’s a strange thing—your job is precarious, unpredictable because you have no clue whether it is your last or not—but none of that scares you. None of the bullets compare to the fear of seeing Ran Haitani crumble and lose himself again because of you.

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LITTLE DARK AGE

haitani ran x fem!reader x haitani rindou

summary: eight years later, you finally return to tokyo and find yourself caught in the middle of a violent gang war between the two most ruthless criminal organizations of tokyo’s underworld, forced to choose between blood and love.

genre: bonten timeskip, angst, forbidden romance, childhood friends -> strangers -> lovers, 18+ MDNI

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CHAPTER Ⅷ. CAUSE I KNOW YOU GET DEJA VU

FOURTEEN YEARS EARLIER. 

“Ran is acting distant again,” you murmured to Rindou as the two of you sat at a park near the penthouse, your feet kicked in the air lazily, swaying you back and forth on the swing, Rindou leaned on the pole next to the swing, pulling his gaze from the sky to look down at you, hair falling loose on either side of his face, “and why’d you get blue streaks in your hair? I swear you and Ran try to piss off Miss Yua with these weird dye jobs.”

Rindou grinned down at you, “Yeah, that’s cause we are,” he said and you rolled your eyes.

“She’s gonna kill you guys,” you nodded, “She nearly had a heart attack when she saw your half-dyed mop heads last time.”

Rindou’s mouth dropped, “Mop heads?!” he asked offended, “You said you didn’t think they were dumb!” 

“They weren’t dumb, they just weren’t stylish,” you said and Rindou gaped.

“Yes they were!” he argued, “They definitely were.”

“Were not,” you said.

“Were to!” he responded, reaching forward to yank at the chain of your swing hard. You shrieked as you started swinging side to side toward the opposite pole.

“Rindou, I’m gonna hit the pole!” you cried out as the metal pole drew closer but before you could either slam into it or jump off the swing, Rindou’s grip tightened on the chain, tugging you back in his direction. He pulled you off of the swing as flailed back and forth and you scowled, stumbling into his chest.

You steadied yourself, glaring up at him, but he only grinned down at you, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

“You didn’t acknowledge my first statement,” you pointed out and Rindou’s grin fell momentarily, he sighed and looked away.

“Cause I don’t know what’s going on with him,” he shrugged, his hands dropped from your waist, “He gets like this sometimes, I guess. It happened a couple times while we were on our own. And then again after… y’know, when Shimada’s guys stabbed me and after we left the penthouse, he got real distant with me. He felt guilty that time, and it didn’t matter what I said to him.”

Your brows furrowed as you leaned on the pole next to Rindou, watching the swing thrash from side to side, slowly settling down, your arm brushed his and you tilted your head back up toward the sky, “You think he feels guilty over something?” you frowned deeply. 

“I dunno what he’d be feeling guilty about,” Rindou said and you could hear the genuine confusion in his voice. Rindou finally shook his head, “Let’s just go back, Miss Yua wanted us back early tonight.”

---

You did not go back to the penthouse with Rindou. You had managed to lose him in the crowds on the main street of Roppongi, intent on taking some time for yourself. And you knew he was going to flip out on you when he inevitably found you but it wasn’t like he could yell at you for putting yourself in danger like Ran had in Shibuya--they prided themselves on how safe Roppongi had become under their rule and all of the delinquents left in this part of the city were absolutely loyal to them and there were always some lurking about that would recognize you if you got into trouble. 

Ran and Rindou had made sure of it. 

And it warmed your heart, really, knowing how hard they worked to make Roppongi safe for you--because they wanted to know you’d be safe if neither of them happened to be around, because they wanted you to feel comfortable walking around the streets on your own. 

You sighed as you kicked at a pebble on the ground, walking up and down a side street a few blocks away from the penthouse. You knew it was only a matter of time before one of Rindou’s little lackeys reported back to him and told him where you had run off to but you needed some time to think without Miss Yua chiding you for leaving school early to hang out with Rindou.

Because you needed to figure out what you had done to upset Ran.

Because you knew it was you. It had to have been. Ever since the night you brought them to the event at the Sugawara estate, he had been acting weird. First, it had just been with you--he had stopped meeting with you to walk you back home from school. And it had been weird but you hadn’t thought twice about it until he had stopped showing up to breakfast and dinner too. He only ever came back home after you had fallen asleep and you had tried to wait up for him on the couch in the main room but it was like he knew every time and he came home extra late because of it and you’d wake up curled up in bed tucked under the covers the next morning.

And Miss Yua must’ve known what was up with him too because usually she would get upset when he and Rindou skipped out on meals but instead she would just put some food away for him and scold you whenever you tried to question her about it.

You must have done something wrong but you didn’t know what. And you were mad at Miss Yua for siding with him when you didn’t even know what you had done wrong. You would have hoped that she would have at least talked to you about it so you could apologize to him so things could go back to normal. 

And now he was even avoiding Rindou and you knew Rindou was genuinely upset about it if the number of times you found him sullenly lurking around your room had anything to say about it. He couldn’t stand being in the room he shared with Ran because you knew it must be big and empty and lonely without Ran around. 

And you felt anxious. Because if you really had upset Ran somehow and he was so angry that he wouldn’t even talk to you or Rindou, then you didn’t know what to do because the last thing you wanted was to put strain on their relationship.

You let out another deep sigh, turning around the corner and finally starting to make your way back toward the penthouse, bracing yourself for Rindou’s wrath. Your hands swung at your sides as you looked at the large building in the distance, hesitating, a foreboding feeling sweeping over you--you swore you could feel Rindou’s anger from where you were. 

Promptly, you turned and started to make your way down another side street rather than back to the penthouse, intent on taking more time for yourself before facing the guillotine. 

You paused instantly, catching sight of a familiar figure hunched over in the middle of the alley, “Ran?” you called, alarmed, and you watched as he looked up, typically neat braids half pulled out and messy around his face, blood staining his skin. “Ran!” 

Panic flew through you as you took off in the direction of the older Haitani. You ignored how he seemed to roll his eyes when he caught sight of you, pushing away the way it stung to focus on him.

“Ran, what happened? You’re hurt,” you said, standing in front of him hesitantly, unsure of whether or not to get closer or not because you knew he was mad at you for some reason or another and you didn’t want to make him even more mad at you by pushing boundaries. 

“Go away,” he muttered, and your temper flared momentarily as you glared at him before forcing yourself to calm down.

“Ran, is this what you’ve been doing?” you were angry, and it took all of your self-control to not raise your voice. “Been going out and fighting people to try to stay away from home?” 

“It’s none of your business,” Ran said, voice low and your fists clenched tight at your side, “It’s something I have to do.”

“You have to do?” you asked incredulously, “and why is that?” 

Ran pointedly looked away, lips twisted down, jaw clenched and your brows furrowed. You hated this. You hated how he always would disappear and take things on himself so he didn’t have to bother anybody. He’d been doing it more and more often and you knew it was bothering Rindou--the two of them had always done everything together but now Ran was going off on his own and handling their gang business without even talking to Rindou first. Rindou was getting frustrated and feeling left out and you hated it, and you hated that you might have a part in Ran distancing himself from Rindou.

“‘nother gang has been tryna move into our territory, had to push ‘em back,” he finally said when you made no move to go away.

“Without Rindou?” you questioned and Ran grit his teeth together, refusing to look at you again. 

“Isn’t it better this way?” he said, and your brows furrowed.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you said quietly, “but no, I don’t think it’s better that you’re taking this all upon yourself.”

You sighed when he didn’t respond, moving to kneel next to him, trying to force him to look at you and failing when he just looked in the opposite direction.

“Hey,” you said quietly. He didn’t make any sign of acknowledgement and you sighed as you tugged your sleeve over your hand and brought it up to his face. You cupped his cheek with one hand, turning his face so that he was looking at you. You wiped away at the blood dribbling from his nose and split lip.

“You mean the world to me ‘n Rin, y’know? And we really hate when you do this ‘cause we know you’re hurting ‘n we just wanna help, Ran, and I know you don’t want to involve me but you shouldn’t shut Rin out, it’s not fair to him. I love you a lot, y’know? ‘n ‘m sorry if I did something to upset you at the event. It wasn’t my intention if I did.” you told him softly. 

Ran stiffened, his gaze finally shifted toward you on his own, looking up at you through long lashes and your breath caught as his dark lavender eyes met yours, “Don’t say that,” he said, voice hoarse, and your eyes narrowed onto him.

“What’dya mean don’t say that?” you asked heatedly, “It’s the truth, you try to take all the burdens on yourself and it’s not fair. Let us help you.”

“‘s not what I meant,” he murmured but he didn’t elaborate on what he actually meant. You frowned, lips parting to speak but he only shook his head, making you pause. “Go back home, y/n.”

“‘m not leaving without you,” you murmured, fingers lingering on his face as you looked down, catching sight of bruises peeking out from underneath his ridden-up shirt. You reached out immediately, brows furrowed as you tugged his shirt up even more, mouth dropping at the sight of the large, nearly black bruises lining up his abdomen. “Ran, wh-”

“There were more there than I expected,” he didn’t let you finish the question and your eyes narrowed in suspicion as he shot you a charming grin and a wink, “You should see the other guys.”

And you were angry because he was doing it again, brushing off how hurt he was because he didn’t want you to know the extent of it. 

“Ran,” your voice was quiet, your hand dropped from his cheek to his abdomen and you listened as he hissed as your fingers brushed his skin, as his abdomen tensed beneath your touch. Your lips trembled as you let your fingers run up his skin, tracing the dark marks marring his skin.

“It looks worse than it really is,” he lied but you knew from the way he wouldn’t meet your eyes that he knew you weren’t going to fall for it. “Y/n-”

“Miss Yua will be the judge of that,” you said firmly, trying to hide how your voice shook at the sight of Ran so injured, “and after Miss Yua looks over you, you must promise me and Rin that you’ll stop this, okay?”

“Y/n,” he tried to protest but you grabbed one of his hands with both of yours, his eyes darted up to meet yours and you watched as the argument dissolved on his face, as his eyes searched yours and his expression dropped. 

“Ran, please,” you said quietly, “Rin has been really upset too. He can barely even stay in your guys’ room.” 

Ran let out a long breath, shoulders slumping, and you knew you had won--Ran was always weak to Rindou. He hated seeing his younger brother upset, he hated being the cause of it even more. He nodded and you swallowed thickly as you rose to your feet in front of him, holding a hand out.

After a split second of hesitation, he took your hand and you helped pull him to his feet, watching as he winced and hissed with every movement, you were careful of the bruises as you wrapped an arm around his waist, letting him lean heavily on you.

“I’d do anything for you guys,” you said quietly, looking ahead even as you felt Ran turn his gaze down onto you, “You’re my best friends. And I know you don’t want to involve me with the gang stuff, and I won’t push you to, I just wish you guys would rely on me more than you do.”

Ran didn’t speak for a moment and just as you went to toss him a questioning look, your entire body felt hot as he leaned his head down to kiss the top of your head, eyes wide as you stared ahead. 

“We rely on you a lot more than your tiny brain could ever comprehend, more than words can describe, really.”

And your brows furrowed as you considered his words, trying to figure out what he meant until…

“Tiny?!” you demanded, offended, and next to you, Ran burst into laughter before wincing in pain, clutching his abdomen, “Serves you right! My brain is not tiny! It’s bigger than yours and Rindou’s combined, actually.”

“Yes, of course,” he agreed but you didn’t like his tone.

“I don’t like the way you said that,” you complained, “but I guess I can let it slide because you got the shit beat out of you.”

“I did not!” Ran was now the offended one as he gaped down at you, “They got a few hits in but they’re in way worse shape than me.”

“So what I’m hearing is that you got the shit beat out of you,” you nodded, ignoring him.

“I did not!”

And you only giggled as he continued his protests as the two of you walked back toward the penthouse, regaling you with the tale of the ten versus one fight he had to deal with an hour earlier and how he totally kicked their asses even though he was outnumbered. 

Your arm around his waist shifted as he leaned into you, far more relaxed, and a warm feeling spread throughout you as you looked up at him, catching sight of the genuine smile tugging at his lips despite the split lip and remnants of the blood you hadn’t quite been able to wipe off.

And as he glanced down at you, eyes turned up and bright, the happiest he’s looked since the week before the dance, you couldn’t help but let any anger you might have had toward him dissolve. 

“I love you a lot, y’know?” you murmured, accidentally interrupting his tale, “You ‘n Rin, more than anything.”

And there was a strange tone to his voice as he responded, one that seemed to be caught between longing and dejection but you didn’t know why, “Yeah,” he said quietly, “I love you too.”

PRESENT. 

Ran.

Sugawara was talking, you could hear him in the background but none of his words registered--it was like television static as your eyes met Ran’s lavender ones, his right eye bruised dark, blood dribbling from his nose and split lips. The neat clothes he had been wearing earlier in the night were ripped and bloodied.

Your fingers twitched at your side, it took all of your self-control not to rush toward him. You felt ill, your stomach was twisting and turning uncomfortably and your head felt light. Ran, Ran is here, Ran got caught but-

How?

How?

If they got Ran, and got him back to the base so quickly, then they had to have been ready to capture an executive--prepared, expecting it.

So quickly? your head ached, you didn’t even know how long you had been unconscious. No, you reminded yourself, Hanma was still getting stitched up when you woke up. It couldn’t have been too long. They must have known.

You turned your head to the side, gaze cold as you looked at Sugawara from the corner of your eye, “How much of a part did we play in the explosions at the auction hall?” Sugawara paused mid-sentence, looking at you. “You got him from the building and back this quick, you must have been prepared.”

There was a calculating look in his eyes as he considered you, one that made your skin crawl. Finally, he spoke, “The small explosion was ours,” he finally said and your eyes narrowed, he held up two fingers, “We had two reasons for it. One was to incite enough chaos to give us the chance to swoop in and capture one of the Bonten executives.”

But how did he know that Ran was one of them? His tattoo was covered, you-

Your eyes turned to Hanma, as you remembered him outside and on the phone for a decent amount of time. His eyes met yours steadily before he looked away. Anger flared, he-

Two reasons, you forced your mind back to the more important subject, what was the second? Your lips tilted down and your mind raced despite the pain that was shooting through it. Two reasons, one was getting his hands on Bonten and the other…

Kawaragi. 

“Sugawara asked her to check the storerooms.”

The storerooms, where the explosions seemed to have come from. She could have been sent to set it off, a part of you argued but your lips twisted down as you remembered how he greeted you and Hanma, no acknowledgment of Kawaragi being missing.

“Kawaragi,” you said, and Sugawara’s eyes lit up.

“You’re a sharp one,” he cooed, and you forced yourself not to shift uncomfortably under his intent stare. “Yes, Kawaragi had to be dealt with, she could no longer be trusted. Though, I had ensured that the phosphorus munitions were being held in a warehouse away from the actual event which means there was outside interference. I don’t like that.”

Why Kawaragi? was on the tip of your tongue but you caught your uncle’s look of warning from behind Sugawara and stopped yourself. Stop pressing, it looks suspicious.

“I see,” you said. But why did he admit it? You didn’t dare look back at where Ran was kneeling, knowing that as soon as you did you’d be unable to focus. Why, why wh-

A warning, you realized, eyes drawing up to meet Sugawara’s empty ones, a sharp contrast from the excitement that had previously been painted in them. Your throat felt dry but you couldn’t bring yourself to tear your gaze away from his blank ones, void of any type of emotion--apathetic, vacant like those of a doll. It was unnerving, it had dread pooling in your gut. Not a warning, you corrected, a threat. 

“Y/n,” Sugawara approached you, resting a hand on your bicep and it took all of your self-control not to step away, “I want us to be friends, and friends are truthful with each other, yeah?” 

A cold feeling settled in your chest as you nodded in agreement.

“Do you recognize him?”

Him, he was referring to Ran. Your throat felt tight. What do you say? Do you tell the truth? Lie? You didn’t know, you didn’t fucking know.

“Yes,” you said, deciding not to elaborate. But Sugawara only stared at you, waiting for you to explain, you kept your mouth shut—you wouldn’t tell him more than he asked.

“I recognized him too, you know?” Sugawara finally said, and the cold look in his eyes was gone, replaced with that fake friendly expression as he smiled at you and looked between you and Ran. “All those years ago, he and his brother used to attend my father’s events with you, didn’t he?”

Your lips pressed together tight. He remembered that? He never even talked to you or the Haitanis, he was always lurking around with his mother. 

“Yes,” you finally said, voice short.

Sugawara stared at you, you stared right back, “He was your friend,” he said, brow quirking up, the bright smile shifting into a cooler smirk, “Is?” he questioned.

You paused, watching him for a moment, “Was,” you said confirmed, the word was bitter on your tongue, you felt sick just saying it.

“Was?” Sugawara questioned before he clicked his tongue, pacing away from you. You could feel your heart beating heavy in your chest. “I want us to be friends,” he sighed again, “I’d like to make you a proposition, y/n.”

You watched as he paused a few steps away, looking out the window.

“We can make an arrangement about Haitani Ran,” Sugawara offered, and you stilled, gaze drawing toward where Ran was slumped over, eyes lidded as he looked up at you. 

An arrangement? 

Your throat was tight, could you get him out of here? At least make sure that he wasn’t harmed? Your mind spun with questions trying to figure out the best course of action. Was this a trap? Is he testing you?

You didn’t know. You felt sick, you hated not knowing. 

He sounded convincing. You watched as Ran’s eyes widened as he looked between the two of you but something wasn’t sitting right. He sounded convincing, you were almost convinced.

Almost. 

Your eyes flickered above Ran to the glass behind him and you caught your uncle’s wide-eyed glance in the reflection, noting how he discreetly shook his head. A test, you swallowed thickly, eyes drawing back down toward Ran and you forced yourself not to let the confliction show on your face. 

I’m sorry, you wanted to tell him, I promise I’ll figure something out. I won’t be able to do anything if Sugawara doesn’t trust me. 

“I said ‘was’, didn’t I?” you said and your voice was cruel even to your own ears, you didn’t even recognize yourself, you felt sick. You watched as Ran’s face twisted in confusion as he slowly comprehended your words.

“You mean the world to me ‘n Rin, y’know? And we really hate when you do this ‘cause we know you’re hurting ‘n we just wanna help, Ran, and I know you don’t want to involve me but you shouldn’t shut Rin out, it’s not fair to him. I love you a lot, y’know?”

“There’s no need for any arrangement to be made. It’s been years, they don’t mean anything to me anymore. I want to be done with this shit so I can go back to handling business overseas.”

The room was quiet for a moment, you could feel Sugawara’s gaze trained on you, studying you carefully and you forced yourself not to let your face shift as Ran’s dropped once he finally understood what you were saying. The air around you felt cold and chilly as the confusion in his eyes shifted into realization. You were freezing but your blood was running hot and your heartbeat was erratic.

"I'd do anything for you guys."

Don’t be dumb, you wanted to scream at him, shake him, beg him to trust you one last time, you know I don’t mean it. 

But did he?

You hated that you couldn’t answer the question. And you hated that you slowly realized that the answer wasn’t going to be what you wanted it to be. He was searching your face, desperately, for any sort of message because he wasn’t sure--he wanted to believe you didn’t mean it, he was begging you for a sign, and you couldn’t fucking give it to him because everybody was watching you. And you couldn’t even blame him for not seeing through your act, remembering how you had acted with him and Rindou, what you had said to them, knowing that you had really given them little reason to trust you.

Please, you begged him to understand you, you know I’d never-

Hanma Shuji whistled lowly, “Man, that was cold even for me,” he said and your heart sunk in your chest as Ran scoffed loudly. His teeth ground together--so hard that you knew it must hurt, a habit that he had adopted in his late teens as gang stress began to wear him down--and he was trying to hide how his eyes were glossing over with tears, blinking discreetly to try to force them away.

You couldn’t stay. Your hands were shoved in your pants pocket in an attempt to hide the way they trembled, in an attempt to stop yourself from reaching out toward him to hold him, wipe away the blood and tell him that you were sorry, that you would fix this, that everything would be okay. 

But you weren’t even sure that you could fix this, you weren’t sure everything would be okay, all you knew for sure was that you were sorry, and that you would give anything to go back--to when? You didn’t even know. 

To the auction? So you could tell them the truth. To the night you finally saw them again? So you could stay with Ran instead of fleeing, run after Rindou to apologize. Back to before the Munich incident? So you could stop yourself from asking for help from your uncle, so you could have them meet you like you had promised. Or maybe even back to before you had originally left? So you could stay with them when they had asked you over and over again to change your mind.

Your regrets were endless and they weighed heavy on your shoulders, shackled your ankles, clogged your lungs like sand; you weren’t even sure how you were moving forward at this point. You supposed the only thing you could safely say you didn’t regret was stopping that night in the alley--or did you? another voice questioned, look at where you got him. You could barely even function as you looked down at Ran, watching how he couldn’t even meet your eyes, how he was clenching and unclenching his jaw as a last-ditch attempt to try to retain some control over his emotions.

“You should go,” Sugawara finally said and you forced yourself to tear your gaze from Ran to look at him, catching his eyes, “Whether you’re currently friends or not, I’m not cruel enough to force you to watch this.”

Your lips parted at his words, your ears rung and you prayed desperately that your distress wasn’t visible on your face. Bullshit, you wanted to scream, you are cruel enough, you made me choose, you made me choose knowing that there was only one answer but you made him think there was another option.

"I love you a lot, y'know? You 'n Rin, more than anything."

You made him think that I don’t care what happens to him, you made him think I don’t-

“Go,” Sugawara said, and it wasn’t a suggestion anymore, it was a demand. 

Numbly, you turned on your heel, brushing past Hanma. Your thoughts were racing, you felt ill.

“Y/n,” Ran called after you. You kept walking. “Y/n, don’t ignore me!” he called louder, his voice edged on pleading and you wanted to throw up. “Y/n, c’mon!”

You kept walking.

“Hey, y/n,” Hanma said as you reached the door, you paused, not looking back because you knew if you looked back at Ran one last time, you would do something stupid--something that would blow your thin cover for good. “After we finish up here, wanna go grab something to eat?”

What?

His question threw you off, you visibly faltered as you gave him a strange look.

“Whatever,” you agreed halfheartedly, pulling your wrist from his grasp as you continued out of the door, lungs burning, mind splitting as you tried to figure out what you were supposed to do. 

How could you even get him out of here? There were bound to be tons of guards watching over him and the cameras- No, the cameras could be dealt with if you got in touch with Takuya but-

Takuya, okay. Takuya is the first step. He needs to be able to loop the playback so nothing looks out of the ordinary.

It was risky, your chest felt tight as the door shut behind you and you leaned against the wall once you realized that nobody else was in the hall, trying to calm your heart rate. You breathed in and out steadily, pacing your breath, counting to five with each inhale, and five with each exhale. You doubled over, resting your elbows on your knees and pressing your face into your hands.

Ran, you wanted to sob--your throat was burning, your eyes were blurring, you couldn’t breathe and you could barely think. Your head hurt, it felt like a thousand knives were being driven through your skull. Calm down, you tried to tell yourself. Calm down, you were shaking, trembling violently, you feared that if you tried to move, your legs would give out, calm down. 

Get in contact with Takuya, you reminded yourself, that’s the first step. You need him to-

“Fuck you,” you heard Ran spit loudly, interrupting your train of thoughts, “Fuck you, I’ll fucking kill every single o-”

There was a sickening crack and a thud, your blood felt cold, the world tunneled around you as your gaze remained focused on the floor, everything muted except for what was going on behind the closed door. Another thud, and another, over and over and over again, bile rose to your throat, you sunk down the wall until you were sitting on the floor, hand pressed against your mouth, eyes wide and glassy.

Over and over and over again.

You could hear him cursing, the gasps of pain. The walls were thin--too thin, you could hear it all, the impact of every kick, the torrent of questions being thrown at him so quickly that you were sure he barely had time to think of an answer before he received another painful kick.

You were going to throw up.

The door opened but you couldn’t even bring yourself to try to cover your distress--it would’ve been useless anyway, there was no hiding it at this point, you wouldn’t be able to hide your distress quick enough. 

Your eyes darted up and you caught sight of your uncle, face ashen and eyes trained ahead, his hands were tense at his sides, fingers barely trembling. He didn’t even notice you sitting there, letting out a heavy breath, bringing one hand up to rub the bridge of his nose. He looked exhausted, disturbed, you wondered if he felt uncomfortable with what was going on in there. He had never been particularly close with either of the brothers but he had looked out for them all this time and…

“Y/n,” his voice was rough, you stiffened at the sound of it. You hadn’t even realized that he had noticed you. Your eyes met his, “Get up.”

“I can’t,” you said, physically flinching as another sharp cry of pain hit your ears. This is your fault, you felt so sick. So fucking sick, you couldn’t even move. Your uncle leaned down, grabbing you by the bicep and hauling you to your feet. You nearly dry heaved as he pulled you down the hall away from the interrogation room but it didn’t matter how far away he dragged you, you couldn’t fucking get Ran’s gasps and cries of pains to stop ringing in your ears.

He brought you into another room halfway down the hall and immediately you crumbled again, dropping onto a couch, hands hiding your face, elbows resting on your knees. 

“I need to get him out,” you gasped, “They’re torturing him, I can’t leave him, I-“

“Y/n,” your uncle’s void was low, sympathetic, you already knew what he was going to say. Your uncle was never sympathetic.

“You can’t stop me,” you shook your head frantically, “You can’t-“

“I know,” you uncle murmured, cutting you off, “I won’t stop you, but there will be consequences. Kenji will know it was you.”

“Fuck the consequences,” you said, eyes wild as you finally looked up at him, catching sight of the grim expression on his face. A chill hit you and you shivered as your eyes darted around, catching sight of the open window. You looked around quickly, not catching sight of any camera in the room. You should have checked for that first, you needed to get some control over yourself. You were going to fuck up, “They’re torturing him, Uncle Ichirou, they’re torturing him and I gave the okay.”

Your uncle clicked his tongue sharply, “If you had given him anything but the okay, he would have killed him. You kept him alive.”

Your throat dried, the words in your tongue died as you stared up at him. Killed? and then you wanted to hit yourself for being surprised, of course, he would have, you wanted to spit out, of fucking course he would have. He had just finished explaining what happened to Kawaragi because he didn’t trust her, he wouldn’t have risked you pulling something if you still considered Ran your friend.

Fool, you wanted to scream, you would have fallen for it, gotten him killed had your uncle not warned you.

You needed to get yourself together. You would never be able to function in this state. You had to control yourself. 

“I need to get him out,” you repeated, still trying to slow your breath and heart rate, “Uncle Ichirou, I need to get him out, I-I can’t, if he, I won’t, I-”

“I know,” he said quietly when you cut yourself off. But you weren’t even sure what he was saying ‘I know’ too because you weren’t even sure what you were trying to say. Though, there was a knowing look in his eyes that had you confused and on edge. “I don’t know how much help I’ll be able to be,” your uncle admitted quietly, “I’m walking on a thin rope already.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion as you looked at your uncle but he only shook his head, “Nothing for you to worry about,” he said and you opened your mouth to argue but your uncle only spoke again before you could say anything, “Tell me about what happened--at the auction.”

You hesitated--your head hurt, you could barely think back to the auction hall without it feeling like spears were being driven through your head, without feeling heavy, without smelling that putrid smoke or the heat of the fire. “It happened right after the auction started, a small explosion, then the big one,” you said quietly, “Hanma threw himself over me-”

“Hanma?” your uncle’s tone was laced with disbelief, you could see his mind running a million miles a minute behind his eyes, “How curious.”

“What does that mean?” you asked, unnerved by the look on his face and how he wouldn’t elaborate on what he had meant. “Uncl-”

“Hanma Shuji has never really been interested in anything,” your uncle murmured, “He’s just been… there. In the six or so years I’ve known him, nothing has particularly intrigued him, so to speak. A state of perpetual boredness, almost.”

Your brows furrowed, his perception of Hanma being entirely different from yours, but you didn’t even have to speak because your uncle was eyeing you again.

“Until you came along, that is,” he said quietly and you felt distinctly uncomfortable. Why? you wondered to yourself, but you must have voiced your thoughts aloud because your uncle looked dismayed, “I don’t know. I don’t like it.”

Something wasn’t sitting right with you. You had to get your mind off of it, focus back on Ran, getting Ran out. “Who’s supposed to be watching over Ran tonight? I need-”

“What else happened at the auction?” your uncle interrupted you, not answering your question you stared at him.

“We can do this later, right now w-”

“We are not getting Ran out of there when the room is occupied with the other higher-ups,” your uncle said sharply, “There was outside interference, we need to figure out who it was and how-”

“There were a ton of gangs there,” you said angrily, voice rising in pitch as you flung your hands out, “from all over the east, how the fuck am I-”

Krüger rising to his feet, a concerned look on his face. 

Your head hurt as you tried to recall the moments before the explosion--you had been panicking looking for Rindou and Ran but… it was more than just concern, wasn’t it? The expression on his face, it was as if he had known something was supposed to happen, but not at that moment. 

Had he…? But how? Who was he working with? 

“Krüger,” you said quietly, “I think it was Gunter Krüger.”

Your uncle didn’t respond, and you forced yourself to look back up at him and you hated the genuine concern and disbelief that had swept across his face. “Y/n…”

“He was there, at the auction. He knew it was going to happen, I saw his face before the second expl-” you cut yourself off, noticing his expression, “you don’t believe me.”

“Gunter Krüger is dead,” your uncle said carefully, you shook your head, “Y/n, we searched for loose ends for weeks after the incident. He never would have slipped through. I sent two of my most trusted to confirm the body. You saw the body.”

“It was closed casket, I did not,” you said immediately, “I know what I saw-”

“You hit your head hard,” your uncle said and your mouth dropped open, watching him incredulously, “and it was a stressful situation that I’m sure brought back unwelco-”

“Are you kidding me?” you demanded, “You think I was hallucinating him? I know what I saw, Hanma and Kawaragi saw him too. And you have some nerve bringing up the unwelcome memories that you caused.”

“You asked for help, I gave you it,” the same thing he always said, the same thing that always made your blood pressure rise and never failed to make your temper peak.

“You know that wasn’t what I meant,” you spit out, rising to your feet, “You know-”

“You didn’t specify what you wanted,” your uncle said calmly and your blood roared in your ears as you rose to your feet, hands clenched tight at your side. 

“You-” you began, but you swayed on your feet as a wave of pain swept over you, up through your arm and neck and into your head. You stumbled and your uncle reached out to steady you, sitting you back down.

The look of concern on his face deepened and you felt ill. You hated it.

“You shouldn’t be walking around yet,” he said, “I’ll bring you back to the infi-”

“I’ve got her,” you froze, your uncle paused. You turned your head to the side, catching sight of Hanma standing at the door. You hadn’t even heard him approach, or the door open.

Get some self-control, you reminded yourself, you were going to end up fucking up beyond repair.

“Hanma,” your uncle’s voice was strained as he spoke, “There’s no ne-”

Hanma blatantly ignored your uncle and you almost gaped, but you didn’t really have time to consider his actions as he reached down and scooped you off of the couch, wrapping an arm around your waist and leading you out of the room, “I’m heading that way anyway! And Sugawara wanted to talk to you, Ichirou.”

The door shut behind him after he finished his sentence, leaving the two of you alone in the cold, silent hallway.

“Maybe we should just order takeout,” Hanma said easily, “Doesn’t look like you’re up to moving around yet.”

You stared ahead, not even sure if you were hearing him correctly. What the fuck is wrong with this guy?

“Ah, safehouse, forgot, guess takeout isn’t the best idea. I’ll just send one of my men into the city to grab us food, they’re not doing much tonight except for watching over your boy,” Hanma said easily, your eyes darted toward him and he caught your gaze--amber eyes sharp in comparison to the playful smile on his face, as if he hadn’t just divulged sensitive information to you.

Did he even realize?

Of course, he realized, you understood immediately, his eyes were too sharp and calculating for him not to. He knew exactly what he was telling you and how you could use it. He was doing it on purpose, “Doubt I’ll keep ‘em there the whole night,” he shrugged, “Fuck Sugawara for giving us this shit job, boring as fuck, ‘pposed to be Alyona’s little lackeys but they’re not around tonight. Should be taking over tomorrow.”

Why? you wanted to ask him. Is this a test or an opportunity? Why?

You felt cold, anxious. You didn’t know what to do, you hated not knowing what to do. Rain pattered against the roof of the house quickly, harshly, it was loud, deafening but it couldn’t drown out the memory of Ran’s gasps of pain. You wished it would. 

Your fault. This was your fault. 

You were ill again.

“What do you want from me?” and you hated how fucking weak your voice sounded. You were exhausted, your body ached, and guilt weighed so heavily on your mind and soul that you felt as if you were going to collapse in on yourself. You couldn’t get Ran off of your mind, and your phone was buzzing in your pocket over and over again and you were too scared to look because you had a feeling you knew exactly who was calling you.

He paused in front of the door to the makeshift infirmary, “Here, you should go lay down, I need to go check up on my guys real quick.”

He started walking away, you stared after him, “I asked you a question,” you called.

Hanma looked at you over his shoulder, a smile on his lips, “Nothing in particular, not yet, at least. You’re interesting,” his smile faded, he turned away and continued walking as he finished his sentence, not giving you the chance to question him, “in some ways, you remind me of someone I used to know.”

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i am not okay wtf

LITTLE DARK AGE

haitani ran x fem!reader x haitani rindou

summary: eight years later, you finally return to tokyo and find yourself caught in the middle of a violent gang war between the two most ruthless criminal organizations of tokyo’s underworld, forced to choose between blood and love.

genre: bonten timeskip, angst, forbidden romance, childhood friends -> strangers -> lovers, 18+ MDNI

warnings: fem!reader, gang violence, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, explicit smut, polyamory, profanity, MCD, unedited, MTBA

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CHAPTER Ⅹ. OH, HOME, LET ME COME HOME...

TWELVE YEARS EARLIER. 

Rindou felt anxious. Rindou felt anxious and he hated it--he did not ordinarily feel anxious, it was an uncommon and unwelcome feeling, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not push it away. His throat was tight and his eyes flickered back and forth between the elevator that led into the penthouse and Ran, who was sitting next to Rindou, stiff and unamused as he glared at the elevator. 

There was something wrong with you. Okay, that sounded bad, he acknowledged. There wasn’t something wrong, wrong with you, but you were acting different and Rindou didn’t like it, Ran even less so even though he was trying to hide how much it was bothering him.

You asked them to stop picking you up from school two weeks ago. And they had tried to convince you otherwise but you had gotten angry at them--genuinely angry at them for the first time since they met you five years earlier. Rindou had never heard you yell before until you were shouting at them for being overbearing and smothering and ‘never giving you a fucking break.’

It had hurt. It had really fucking hurt. Ran had lost his temper right back at you, and the whole situation had only spiraled from there. Miss Yua offered to talk to you on their behalf, mentioning that it was probably just a phase, ‘girls get quite difficult in high school,’ she claimed, but evidently she had not gotten through to you. 

You had not spoken to them since the argument. 

And Rindou tried, he really, really did. He pushed away the hurtful words you had spat at them to try to make amends--even though he really had no reason to be apologizing. You ignored him. You ignored him every single time, brushing him off and walking to your room without a word, locking the door behind you.

Rindou was tired. You were acting like Ran did whenever Ran got all in his head about something and Rindou hated it when Ran did it and he hated it even more when you did it. He wasn’t sure what had even caused the change and it made him sick to his stomach.

Maybe you didn’t want them around at all anymore, the thought that had been eating at him for the past week rang loudly in his head. No, he tried to convince himself, that couldn’t be true because you would never think something like that. 

But he couldn’t help but remember the genuine anger in your eyes when you yelled at the two of them that day, how you refused to even look at them for nearly two weeks now. 

He bit down on his bottom lip, trying to stop it from trembling, and he let his gaze flick back up the elevator, anxiety growing as the numbers began rising higher and higher, closer and closer to the floor of the penthouse.

“Ran,” Rindou began, worry seeping into his tone.

Ran clicked his tongue as the elevator stopped on the floor, “Relax, I’ll handle it,” he said, but that only made his nerves grow worse because that was exactly what Rindou was fucking worried about.

The doors to the elevator slid open, Ran rose to his feet, Rindou briefly shut his eyes, throwing up a short prayer to whatever god would listen to him as you stepped into the penthouse, a frown on your lips and brows furrowed.

You were already irritated about something. This would not go over well. 

Rindou wanted to cry. 

Ran called your name. 

You ignored him. 

Ran called your name again, sharper this time. Rindou could see the way Ran’s fists tightened at his sides, and he could see the way his nostrils flared as he inhaled sharply, trying to contain his temper. 

“I’m talking to you,” Ran said sharply, “Look at me.”

You ignored him. 

“Hey!” Ran said loudly. You jumped at how he raised his voice, the only sign of acknowledgment of the two of them that they had received from you in nearly two weeks. “Stop acting like a fuckin’ child.”

“Why won’t you just leave me alone?” you spat out so viciously that Rindou physically drew back at your words. His lips parted to speak, to say something, but he didn’t even know what to say, and any word he thought up died on his tongue before he could force it out.

They were losing you. 

No, he told himself immediately, trying to convince himself of the matter. There was no way. Something else had to be going on. 

“Leave you alone?” Ran hissed, “We’ve left you alone for two weeks, what the fuck is going on? Why won’t you talk to us?”

“‘Cause it’s none of your business,” you shouted, shoving at Ran’s chest when he got too close to you. Ran didn’t budge, of course, it would take a lot more than a shove from you to push him off-balance. You went to push him again, brows furrowed, tears pooling in your eyes, and Rindou’s chest felt like it was caving in, “Leave me alone, leave me alone! Why won’t you just leave me the fuck alone?”

His lips parted in shock as he stared at you, as he watched your lips tremble and your hands shake from where they were slamming against Ran’s chest over and over again. 

Okay, he thought to himself, this is more than just them pissing you off somehow. Something else is definitely going on. 

Ran seemed to realize it too from how his anger seemed to wash away and his lips turned down. And Rindou truly did feel ill because he had never seen you this distressed before and it really didn’t sit well with him. 

Ran murmured your name quietly, grabbing your wrists, stopping you from hitting him again and Rindou’s breath caught in his throat, one of his hands reached out toward you, eyes narrowing in on your arms, or more specifically, the discolored purple bruises lining up your arms--fingerprints embedded deep into your skin. 

“What happened?” Rindou asked, his voice was low, steadier than he expected and you looked thrown off, following his gaze down to your arms. He watched the panic shoot across your face. You looked at your shoulders, as if you were looking for something… oh. The jacket you started wearing nonstop a few weeks ago.

Have you been…

“Nothing,” you snapped, “It’s none of your business.”

“None of our-” Rindou hissed, eyes ablaze but he cut himself out, desperately trying to calm himself down--the sight of the bruises marring your skin awakening a sort of primal rage that he didn’t know he had in him. “Don’t try to brush this off, tell us what happened.”

“You and Ran come home with bruises all the time,” you said loudly, your voice was shrill, your eyes were wild. You were panicking and Rindou was getting angrier because he didn’t know what you were hiding from them, and he didn’t know why you were hiding it from them. 

“We come home with bruises so you don’t fucking have to!” Ran shouted, stepping closer to you, but you only stepped back, breath quick as your eyes darted around like a cornered animal. “Tell us what the fuck’s going on.”

He should have expected it but Rindou did not react fast enough when you darted between them, taking off down the hall. Rindou moved to chase after you but Ran grabbed his arm, stopping him. 

“Ran, what-” he began angrily but Rindou faltered when he caught the distressed look on Ran’s face. “Ran-”

“Don’t chase after her, you’ll only push her further away,” he said quietly. “She’s not gonna say anything now. We’re gonna have to figure this out ourselves.”

---

“The fuck is your guys’ deal?” Shion complained, wiping the blood off of his cheek as he looked over his shoulder at Rindou and Ran. Rindou rolled his eyes, lips turned down as he looked away, “You guys aren’t usually this boring.”

“Fuck off, Shion,” Ran said sharply, exhaling a puff of smoke as he shot a withering glare at the younger boy, “Not in the mood today.”

Honestly, they hadn’t been in the mood for a while now. Rindou and Ran both have had severely shortened tempers ever since you started with your bullshit a few weeks ago, and he was sure that they had noticed it from the way they started holding Rindou and Ran at arm’s length 

“You haven’t been in the mood for two weeks now,” Shion countered, voicing Rindou’s thoughts, turning around and leaning back on his heels, “What crawled up your ass, huh?”

“I said fuck off,” Ran said and Rindou did not like the tone that edged at his brother’s voice--it was dark, threatening, and from Shion’s narrowed eyes, he caught the implications of it too. Ran, Rindou wanted to plead, let’s not do this right now. 

Rindou had no issue fighting if it came down to it--he had thrown hands with Shion before and would do it again--but right now… His eyes darted to Mochi and Mucho lingering by Shion, gaze shifting between them, and then to Izana, who was lounging on a nearby box watching the scene with interest.

“Somethin’ up with your girl?” Mucho, ever the calm one of the group of them, asked curiously, blue eyes flicking between him and Ran, waiting for a response. 

Ran bristled but Rindou spoke up before Ran could snap something at Mucho, which would undoubtedly go over poorly. Shrugging, he said, “She won’t tell us shit. Asked us to stop pickin’ her up from school ‘n we figured she’s talkin’ to some guy and doesn’t was us to scare him off. Now she’s comin’ home with fuckin bruises all over her arms.”

And Rindou genuinely would have preferred that you were talking to some rich boy that spent his weekends on yachts over this--no matter how much the thought of you getting close with another guy made his stomach turn and his head hurt. Because at least then you weren’t getting hurt for whatever reason, and at least then they weren’t worried sick over what was going on.

“Bruises?” Mucho’s brow furrowed and Rindou noticed that Ran’s rising temper seemed to dim a bit at the genuine concern in Mucho’s voice. “What you mean bruises?”

Rindou motioned helplessly to his arm, “Fingerprints ‘n stuff, up ‘n down her arms, we tried to ask her but she started yelling, getting defensive, then she ran off,” he said.

“You couldn’t chase her down? Let the girl juke you out like that?” Mochi snorted, mocking them and Rindou scowled. 

“It’s not that simple,” Rindou snapped, talking down on him as if he wouldn’t have made that very mistake had Ran not stopped him, “You would know if you ever spoke to a girl before. They get all riled up and angry and then they get silent. We wouldn’t’ve gotten anything outta her.”

Mochi scowled at the dig, opening his mouth to retort, but Mucho was speaking again, “And she’s coming home from school with it?” Mucho asked.

“Yeah, think so. Doubt she’d be getting jumped on the way home from school, we own those streets. No one would dare, not to her,” Rindou muttered.

Shion stretched, fastening his brass knuckles back onto his fist, “Let’s go check it out then, we already fucked up these guys anyway. They’re no fun anymore. I’d like to get my hands on one of those prissy little trust fund babies. Bet they’ll squeal just like their pig parents,” Shion jeered, snickering to himself before looking back at Izana, “What’dya say?”

Rindou followed Shion’s gaze to where Izana was still sitting on the box, watching them all curiously.

Izana’s eyes focused on Ran, seemingly uninterested with the topic, “She goes to that prep school by the National Art Center?” Izana asked, and Rindou and Ran shared a look, unsure of how he knew that because they were pretty sure they had never mentioned it.

“Yeah,” Ran agreed.

Izana’s eyes lit up oddly, a sort of interest swimming in them that had Rindou on edge because he had never seen Izana look so… excited for something before.

“Let’s go then.”

—-

“This is completely unnecessary,” you repeated for what seemed like the millionth time as your eyes darted around the side alley right next to your school, trying to figure out what the fuck you were supposed to do. “Please just get out of my way.”

It was your own fault, really, for prioritizing time over safety. You had thought cutting through the side streets to get home faster would be better than taking the long route and risking them catching up to you but you hadn’t even considered the fact that they’d have set up around the side streets to corner you there. 

It was your own fault, and you were sure you were going to pay for it. 

“Shut the fuck up,” a sharp voice snapped back immediately and you felt ill, breath shaky and trembling fingers shoved in your pocket to try to hide your growing anxiety.

It wasn’t your fault, you tried to convince yourself, it was your fucking uncle’s. 

And it was--anger brewed in you as you remembered how quickly your already shitty social life had fallen apart after your uncle had started his relentless pursuit of Izanagi’s expansion a few weeks back, tearing down some of the other major businesses run by the parents of the kids in your school just so Izanagi could get a few steps ahead. It had been ruthless, and it had annihilated the wealth of even some of the objectively powerful, old money families of Tokyo, including some of whom had kids that went to your school.

And there was no way for them to get back at your uncle. Their parents were stuck trying to manage the fallout of what he had done and the kids were suffering the repercussions--the attention of the tabloids and all of the mocking articles, the shame of having lost the majority of their wealth, paparazzi and reporters had been outside the school for days now--and the only way to ‘get back’ at your uncle, in the eyes of the other kids, was through you.

Two weeks of nonstop harassment and you had no one but your uncle to blame. He had to have known what targeting the parents of kids that went to your school would do to you but he had gone through with it anyway.

Selfish. So fucking selfish, you felt tears prick your eyes as you took another step back and Sato stepped forward, closer to you. His parents had been the most affected by your uncle and he, in turn, has been the most aggressive with you. 

And it wasn’t fair, it wasn’t like you told your uncle to do this, and it wasn’t like you supported it. You barely even fucking spoke to him. And now you were the one getting punished?

“Sato, this isn’t going to do anything,” you pleaded, giving it one more shot, “I’m not-I didn’t-Just let me get home-”

“Fuck you,” Sato spat, “Fuck you and fuck your douchebag uncle too.”

You grimaced, swallowing thickly as you tried to figure out what you should do. Maybe you should have told Ran and Rindou what was going on, you thought weakly as your eyes darted around the group of kids whose families had been ruined by your uncle. But you dismissed the thought immediately. 

If you had told them what was going on, even before this started getting physical…

They would fucking kill them. You knew that. Ran and Rindou were protective over you, Ran had already killed someone for threatening you before. Knowing you were getting harassed at a place that was supposed to be safe--the one place they couldn’t make safe for you… They would lose their minds and they’d be sent to juvie again, except this time they would have a target on their backs because even though these kids’ parents lost the majority of their wealth and power, they still had powerful friends and those powerful friends had a lot of influence and they could spell trouble for Ran and Rindou, both in juvie and out of juvie. 

And it wasn’t fair for you to rely on them for everything--and yeah, you knew they didn’t care, if anything they preferred it but… you didn’t like it. All your life you had been relying on other people for help--your parents, your uncle, Miss Yua and Mister Ayato, and now them--you wanted to handle one thing on your own and you wanted to cry because you knew you failed.

You always fucking fail unless someone else steps in. 

Your eyes blurred, you pressed your lips together tight to try to hide the way they wobbled. 

“Sato,” your voice came out weaker than you would have hoped, pleading, and you were embarrassed because the older boy immediately mocked you, taking another step closer. You matched him with a step back, and in your panic, you didn’t notice how Sato had paused in his movements toward you, and you didn’t notice the way some of the other kids started going wide-eyed.

You stiffened when you felt someone’s chest pressed against your back, fear taking over just for a moment until their right arm wrapped around your waist and you caught sight of the tattoos decorating it.

Rindou.

You were relieved. 

For a second. 

Then realization dawned on you and the fear returned for another reason. 

Rindou.

You looked up at him, eyes wide, but his eyes were narrowed and trained ahead, jaw clenched tight.

“Rin,” you said quietly, and he finally looked down at you, lavender eyes sharp and searching yours just for a moment before he shook his head and shifted you behind him, taking a step forward. 

Your heart sank, “Rin!” you called louder, but he ignored you as he took a step forward, body tense. You tried to take a step after him to grab his arm but a hand curled around your shoulder before you could. You froze, gaze darting to the side and your mouth went dry when your eyes met vacant purple ones, bright in contrast to tanned skin.

“Who are…”

Your voice trailed off when you noticed that Rindou had not come alone. Ran, the boy who grabbed you, and three other vaguely familiar boys had all entered the side street you had gotten cornered in with him. Your brows furrowed as you tried to remember where you had seen them before until your mind was drawn back to the day at the car shop when you had found Rindou and Ran hanging with that group of boys.

The white-haired boy watched you curiously, “Kurokawa Izana, you must be y/n.”

You didn’t get the chance to respond as Ran was moving forward in an instant, face twisted in a sort of fury that you’d never seen on him before. “Ran!” you called after him, voice pleading but Izana’s grip on your shoulder tightened, holding you in place as Ran swung forward hard with his baton before Sato could react.

You flinched at the sickening crack that rang through the air as Ran’s baton connected with his jaw and your breath caught when Sato crumpled immediately.

No, nononono, “Ran, stop!” you cried out but Ran ignored you, reeling his arm back before driving the baton right against the back of his head, “Ran!”

“Fuckin’ piece of shit,” one of the other older boys from your high school spat, moving forward quickly, leaning down to swipe a scrapped pipe on the side street, aiming right for Ran, who was still preoccupied with Sato, who was trying to push himself off the ground.

“Stop it” you shouted, eyes wide, “Ran, look out!”

Rindou was on the other boy in a second, grabbing the pipe mid-swing with one hand and driving his fist into his face with the other. 

Your heart felt like it was in your throat as the rest of them moved forward once Rindou got involved too. 

“Ahh, this gonna be fun,” a boy with a tattoo on the side of his head crooned, “Wonder if blue blood tastes any different from ours.”

Madarame Shion--you recognized that one from Rindou, other than Ran, he was the one that Rindou was closest to in that little group, he was also the one that Rindou bitched about the most. The grin on his face was half-feral as he played with the brass knuckles adorning his left hand. 

Fuck, you thought, eyes wild as you tried to figure out what to do. If it escalated, it wouldn’t be good for them. They’d run home and tell their parents, their parents would get the cops on the case and-

“Guys, stop,” you called louder but you knew it was futile, Ran was too far gone and Rindou wouldn’t listen while Ran was in danger and there was no way their friends would listen to you. You knew enough from Ran and Rindou that all they cared about was violence and bloodshed. 

“They’re not gonna stop,” Kurokawa Izana confirmed your fears, “Let them do their thing.”

“If they kill them, they’ll-” your voice was panicked, your breath was quick.

“They won’t,” a new voice said firmly and your eyes caught sight of a tall boy with blonde hair and an even taller, broader boy with black hair. “We’ll stop ‘em before it gets that far.”

They didn’t wait for you to respond, only following after the three brasher members of their group--the Haitanis and Madarame Shion. Your jaw was slack as you watched the blonde haul one of the boys on Shion off like a garbage bag, flinging him hard into the brick wall on the side street. There was another disgusting crack as his head hit the wall and he fell limp to the ground. 

What the…

Izana did not join them and your hands shook as you watched the fight continue to escalate. Ran was still beating the shit out of Sato while Rindou took care of anyone that tried to approach the two of them.

Your lips parted to call out to them again, they were outnumbered but… 

But you knew the boys from your high school didn’t stand a chance. You physically flinched as you watched blood splatter against the ground when Shion’s brass knuckles drove into one of the boy’s faces and he dropped limp against the concrete.

You glanced up at Izana and you swallowed thickly at the thin smile that tugged at his lips and the cold look in his eyes as he watched Ran and Sato. 

“Stop him,” you said, and you thanked god that your voice was firm and steady. Izana’s eyes flickered down to you, surprise visible in them for a split second before the cold, calculating look returned. He was evaluating you, for something, you just didn’t know what.

Finally, he let out a quiet hum of agreement, “Ran,” he called, voice sharp and demanding. Instantly, Rindou and the three others drew off who they were fighting.

Ran did not.

Izana’s lips twisted down, an unpleasant expression on his face as he let go of your arm to move to Ran.

Rindou was in front of you, taking his place in an instant. His hands curled around your forearms, lavender eyes meeting yours—he was angry, you could tell, but his lips twitched down in concern as he looked over you.

“Why-“ his voice was loud, heated. He took in a shaky breath, forcing himself to calm down. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“Can’t we talk about this later?” you said, “I don’t-“

Your voice faltered as you caught sight of Shion licking at the blood on his brass knuckles, a bored sigh escaping his lips as he stretched, “No different.”

“I don’t want to do this here,” your voice was quieter, so only he could overhear, “And I don’t wanna say it more than once.”

Rindou’s lips parted to respond but he was interrupted.

“Oi, you,” Shion called and your gaze drifted to the side, frowning when you noticed he was staring directly at you. “I wanna see the fancy place where Rindou ‘n Ran are always staying at.”

“Absolutely fucking not,” Rindou said, turning his attention to Shion. 

“I’m not asking you, shuddup,” Shion said, keeping his attention on you. “C’mon, we just came all the way out here to beat the shit outta your pathetic bullies. Least you can do is offer us some food.”

“I didn’t ask for your help,” you said pointedly, but frowned when Shion only raised his eyebrows. Your shoulders slumped, and you glanced at Rindou, catching the warning glare he directed at you. At least you’d be able to delay the inevitable argument for a little while longer, “Fine,” you said.

Rindou scoffed in frustration, Shion looked absolutely delighted, tossing an arm around your shoulders and tugging you toward him, “Knew you were better then them fuckin’ lame asses,” he grinned.

Rindou called your name sharply, you looked at him from the corner of your eye, “You’re not getting out of this conversation,” he said.

“Yeah,” you said quietly, “I know.”

—-

PRESENT. 

“Can’t you drive any faster?” you demanded, voice panicked, breath quick as you looked up at the front of the van. Mina glared back at you through the rearview mirror and you glared right back, although you were pretty sure that the glare came off as rather pathetic considering your vision was blurry with tears.

“If I drive any faster, we’re gonna fuckin’ get pulled over, and I’d like to see you try to talk your way out of that one. How you gonna explain to them why we’ve gotta Bonten executive in the back of our van? Not to mention it’s fuckin’ pouring.”

His words didn’t even register as Ran let out another low groan, shifting in your lap. Your attention was drawn back to him, heart in your throat as you brought your hand to his face, cupping his cheek. He instinctually leaned into your touch and a whimper built in your throat as his long lashes fluttered back open, unfocused lavender eyes searching your face.

His bloody lips parted, as if to say something, but before he could try to push out whatever words were on his tongue, his head lolled back again, passing back out. A cry of frustration bubbled at your lips as you cradled Ran’s head to your chest, arms tightening around him. 

He’d been like this since you broke him out of there, fading in and out of consciousness, skin getting paler and breath getting shallower. 

“Mina, drive fucking faster,” you shouted, voice cracking as your words split into a sob, “Fuck, fuck, drive faster!” 

“Y/n, I can’t fuckin’ drive any faster,” Mina boomed, “Getting pulled over by the cops is as good a death warrant for him.”

The cops…? But-

“The fuck you mean?” you asked, “The cops? Wha-How would they even know-”

“Bonten got outed,” Takuya said quietly from the passenger seat, “All of its executives, some time between right after the explosion and now. I saw it on one of the headlines before we got him out of there.”

The world stilled around you, breath catching as you stared down at Ran, slowly processing Takuya’s words. “What?” you breathed out, “Outed? But how?”

“Don’t know,” Takuya admitted, “It’s not looking too good though. Yamagishi still keeps tabs on what goes on regarding this stuff. He says Bonten’s being forced underground. Half of their warehouses have been raided by the PSIA and TMPD.”

Fuck, you wanted to scream, fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck why were you just receiving bad news after bad news? Why couldn’t you get a break?

Why couldn’t you get a fucking break?

You were having trouble breathing. Control yourself, you pleaded with yourself desperately, Ran’s labored breaths and the sound of the rain beating against the top of the van was causing you to spiral, breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out.

But it was hard. God, it was so fucking hard with Ran slowly dying in your arms and Rindou out there alone, hunted by the cops and feds and… reckless, Rindou was always so fucking reckless when it came to Ran and-

You couldn’t even finish the thought. You felt sick and exhausted and guilty, so fucking guilty. Every time you looked down at Ran you swore that your chest was tearing apart, that the anchor on your ankle dragged you down even deeper into the murky depths of the sea. This was all your fault.

All your fucking fault.

Your regrets were endless. You’d been recounting every single moment you went wrong in your life since you woke up from the explosion--every little lie, every time you distanced yourself from them, every time you snapped. You regretted leaving. You regretted losing contact with them. You regretted coming back to Tokyo and you regretted not staying with them the night you had met them at the club. You regretted driving them away at the auction. You regretted everything.

Everything. 

No. Not everything. You did not regret stopping to help them that night all those years ago. You didn’t regret meeting them, you never would. You were sure of that. 

Weren’t you?

Tears of frustration built in your eyes as Ran’s body shuddered in your arms, his breath was ragged and his body was limp and shaky, his weight heavy on your lap. You buried your face into his hair, rocking him back and forth as you tried to muffle the sob that fell from your lips against the top of his head. 

I’m sorry, you wanted to scream, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry.

“We’re almost there,” Takuya said quietly--his words didn’t register but the streets around you did. You felt ill as you caught sight of the old playground that you and Rindou used to visit all the time, the streets that the two of you had chased Ran down when he had dumped a bucket of water on you and Rindou’s head while the two of you were plotting a prank on him, the alley that you had met them in.

You felt sick and dizzy.

You could see the building the penthouse was located in the distance, vision blurry, breath coming out as near wheezes as you tried to calm yourself down. And you were grateful for Takuya and Mina because neither of them acknowledged your ongoing breakdown, you knew if they did, it would only get worse.

“You should let one of us go in with you,” Mina’s voice was as tense as his hands were around the steering wheel, “You won’t be able to get him in on your own.”

“No,” you forced out, “No, you have to get Takuya to a safehouse, they’ll be coming after us as soon as they realize what’s happened. Staying in Tokyo right now is too risky, this is too risky but I have nowhere else and no one else that can help him. I’ll get in contact with you after. I promise.”

“Y/n,” Mina began but you shook your head.

“No, Mina,” you snapped, “I said no. Get yourself and Takuya out of here. If one of us doesn’t…” your voice broke and you squeezed your eyes shut. Calm down. Breathe in, breathe out. “If one of us doesn’t make it out of here, we lose. I’m not losing anyone, not again. You guys are-you’re my family.”

“You shouldn’t be alone,” Mina insisted, “If any of Sugawara’s guys catch up to you, how the fuck are you going to defend both of you and get out of there at the same time?”

“I won’t be alone,” you said firmly, “I-”

“You don’t know if he’ll show up,” Takuya said quietly, “Bonten’s gonna need all hands on deck, they’re-”

“He’ll come,” you said firmly and Takuya quieted down immediately. “I know he will.”

He had to.

You shut your eyes again as Mina began to pull up to the building, letting out another shaky breath as you pressed your lips to the top of Ran’s head, “I’ve got you,” you whispered for the millionth time that night even though you knew he couldn’t hear you, “You’re gonna be okay.”

Pulling back, you tapped his cheeks several times, watching as his eyes fluttered open, dazed and confused, “Ran, you gotta work with me for the next few minutes, okay?”

He wasn’t registering what you were saying. You could see it from how his eyes didn’t acknowledge your words, from how his brows just barely furrowed. Your throat tightened, “Ran,” you repeated, “We gotta get inside, okay, we’re gonna stand you up.”

After a few moments, he nodded, and you let out a relieved exhale, shifting on the seat to help him to his feet, kicking open the back doors of the van, helping him down off the back as best as you could, grimacing when you steadied him as he swayed on his feet, gasping in pain. 

Takuya climbed over the console into the back of the van, crouching at the edge. He called your name and you turned back to look at him. Concern was etched on his face and guilt ate at you when you noticed the heavy bags beneath his eyes--realizing that he probably hasn’t slept in almost a week now.

“Be careful,” he murmured, “please.”

“I will,” you promised, “I’ll see you guys soon.”

Takuya let out a short breath as he nodded, shutting the van doors. You wrapped an arm around Ran’s waist, letting him lean his weight onto you as you helped him to the main entrance of the building. 

You winced as the rain beat against your skin, angled under the overhang, pricking your skin, “I’ve got you,” you repeated again, vision blurring with tears and because of the rain as Ran let out a low groan, nearly crumpling under the pain, “I’ve got you.”

“L/n-san! Where have you-oh god,” a familiar voice called. Mister Botan’s name was on the tip of your tongue, and it hurt having to bite it back. The new doorman’s face was ashen as he caught sight of Ran’s state. 

“Call up to Miss Yua and tell her we need her assistance,” you said sharply, grateful that your shakiness didn’t show in your tone. The doorman only stared at the two of you and anger hit you so hard and so suddenly that you couldn’t even control it, “Now!” you roared and that started him out of his shocked state as he nodded, bowing hastily.

“Of course, l/n-san, I’ll call up immediately.”

And your heart hurt, you barely were able to stop the sob that was rising to your lips as your mind drew you back to the first night you met them. Rushing ahead to the elevator as Ran carried Rindou, Ran’s aggression and defensiveness, everything had been simpler then, even if at the time it felt like the world was ending. 

“I’ve got you,” you told Ran again, and you weren’t sure if you were trying to reassure him or yourself as you pressed your face into the side of his shoulder as you waited for the elevator, “I’ve got you.”

The elevator dinged and you helped him in, pressing the button to the top floor, and it took all you had in you from losing control as Ran leaned onto you, face pressed against the top of your head, breath weak and unsteady, one arm draped around you. The arm you had around his waist tightened, and you grabbed his hand with the other, holding it in yours, trying to breathe in and out slowly to keep yourself calm.

“I’ve got you, I promise,” you said again, desperately trying to blink away the tears, “I promise.”

“I know,” his voice was hoarse, barely audible and this time you couldn’t hold back the sob and Ran’s hand tightened around yours, if only barely--just enough to show he was still with you. 

“I’m sorry,” the words spilled from your lips before you could stop them, “Ran, I’m so sorry.”

And you weren’t even sure what you were apologizing for at the moment--maybe everything, you realized dully. 

You swore it felt like eternity until the elevator binged again, signaling that you had reached the top floor--you were at the penthouse. You couldn’t tear your eyes from Ran’s lidded, barely conscious expression as you half-dragged him forward.

“Miss Yua!” you called, voice shrill and panicked, “Miss Yua!”

“Relax, child,” Miss Yua said sharply, her face was tight as her eyes landed on Ran, gaze worried, “Bring him to my office and then go get changed out of that mess. Understood?”

You opened your lips to protest--there was no way in hell you were leaving Ran’s side yet--but Miss Yua’s gaze narrowed and you swallowed thickly nodding as you helped Ran to the backroom. 

Miss Yua grabbed your arm, eyes softening, “He’ll be okay,” she said firmly, “I’ll make sure of it.”

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Sixty-five. Eighty. Ninety-five. One fifteen. One thirty.

The speedometer kept ticking up. Rindou’s grip was tight on the handlebars of his bike as he tore down the empty streets of Tokyo. How he hadn’t gotten pulled over yet was a mystery that baffled him--or well, maybe it didn’t. He supposed the cops were too busy raiding all of Bonten’s warehouses to care for someone speeding down the streets.

One forty. One fifty-five. One seventy.

The rain started falling faster and Rindou knew he should slow down, that it was dangerous for him to keep up at this speed in this type of weather but instead, he leaned forward on the bike, speeding up. His breath was shaky and his arms were tense as he turned down another street, closer and closer to the building he had considered home for years, and as he drew closer, the anxiety he had felt upon receiving your message only amplified. 

“If it’s a fuckin’ trap, we’re not getting you outta there, you or your brother. We can’t spare the resources right now. Be fuckin’ smart, Rindou.”

His chest tightened, his lips pressed together tight as Sanzu’s words rang through his ears. And he knew that he was right--he was being dumb, rushing head first into what could be his death because of a shady message from you that he didn’t even know was legit or not. 

02:34 Penthouse. Ran. 

No explanation, no telling him if Ran was okay or not, no anything. Just those two words and when he had tried to respond, the message hadn’t gone through. That was all you had sent. 

Or, well, he assumed it was from you. 

It was from an unknown number that he assumed was you.

That he had no reason to think was you. 

He could be driving to his fucking death. It could so easily be a trap set up by their enemies--it was more likely a trap set up by their enemies than it was you fucking coming through for them. You had given them zero reason to believe in you, zero reason to trust you so then why the fuck was he-

He cut his own thoughts off, pushing away the doubt and steeling himself as the building of the penthouse came into sight, he slowed down the motorcycle, stopping at the front entrance hastily, not even bothering to turn off the motorcycle as he ripped off his helmet and sprinted inside of the building, hand curled around the grip of his gun, safety off, finger ready on the trigger.

He went right for the elevator, grateful that it didn’t take as long as it usually did to get to the bottom floor. He tossed Miss Sara a silent apology when he heard her call out after him in surprise, pressing the doors closed and the button for the top floor.

It was slow. Just as it always had been. And Rindou wanted to punch the fucking wall as doubt began to creep in again. Bonten was falling apart. All of their warehouses had been fucking searched and raided, their faces were all over the news. Sanzu and Kakucho were scrambling trying to protect what little resources they had left and Rindou was here, risking himself for something he had no reason to trust.

He let out a heavy breath, leaning forward as his eyes darted back up to where the floors were binging upward. His clothes were drenched, his hair wet and hanging in his face. His body burned with stress and nerves. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to push it away. 

What if it’s a trap?

His grip tightened around the gun, finger locked on the trigger. 

He knew the answer to that question. 

A sick feeling stirred in his stomach, his throat felt tight, his eyes felt wet.

Please don’t be a fucking trap. 

He readied the gun in front of him as the elevator doors slid open to an empty room. The lights were on and the television was running in the background on the news station. Rindou grimaced as Sanzu’s face flashed on the screen, as live footage from one of their warehouses played in the background. 

Fuck.

“Rin.”

Rindou’s gaze snapped to the side, eyes wild as he shifted on his feet, gun raised in the direction of where your voice had come from--at the entrance of the hall where your bedroom was located, and where theirs used to be. You didn’t flinch, even as his arms trembled and his finger twitched on the trigger.

A part of him told himself to pull it. Bile rose to his throat as soon as the thought crossed his mind.

“Where’s Ran?” he forced out, and he hated how his voice cracked, how he choked over his own words. He pointed the gun at you more insistently, “Where the fuck is he, y/n?” 

“Miss Yua is patching him up,” you said, and he hated how steady your voice was compared to his, even with a gun aimed at your head. “You know how she gets when we interrupt her, I-”

“I don’t care,” Rindou hissed, stepping closer, he pressed the barrel of the gun to your forehead. You didn’t flinch. Your eyes met his. “Turn the fuck around and bring me to him or I’ll blow your fuckin’ head off. For all I know this is a fuckin’ trap, just like the fuckin’ auction.”

“Rindou, look at me,” your voice was tight, “Does it look like I am dressed to fucking set you up for a trap right now?”

Rindou’s eyes dropped at your words, lips tightening when he realized you were dressed in a simple cotton tank-top and loose shorts. Pajamas, you would always wear something like that to sleep. And for a moment, just a moment, he could picture you standing in front of him as you argued for a horror movie over one of his ‘dumb action movies.’ Except instead of a gun pressed to your forehead, it was his hand as he forcibly shoved you back down onto the couch before you could change the channel. 

What the fuck was he doing?

He felt sick.

“Boy, put that gun down before I shove it up your ass,” a familiar, rough voice demanded and Rindou’s eyes widened, gaze flicking up to where Mister Ayato was standing at the other end of the hall, eyes cold, lips twisted down. 

Rindou’s hand dropped limp to his side. 

You turned your head to the side, “You shouldn’t be out of bed,” you told Mister Ayato, “You’re still ill. Go lay back down.”

Mister Ayato looked disgruntled, shooting a suspicious look between you and Rindou, and Rindou felt guilt eat at him as Mister Ayato’s eyes narrowed back in on the gun at his side. Rindou’s fingers were shaky as he holstered the gun back at his side, turning the safety back on. 

Satisfied, Mister Ayato turned back into his room, but not before tossing Rindou one last dark look. 

Your name left his lips, little more than a whisper, and he hated how weak he sounded.

“It’s okay,” you said, and he was grateful for the fact that he didn’t need to verbally apologize for you to understand what he was trying to say. “I get it.”

Rindou’s lips tightened and he looked away, “Is he okay?” he finally asked after a few moments. 

“Miss Yua said he would be fine,” you responded and Rindou’s tense shoulders slumped, relief hitting him like a truck because…

“She never says anything she doesn’t mean,” he murmured, and a soft, amused puff of air escaped your lips.

“No,” you agreed, “She doesn’t.”

There was another pause where neither of you spoke. Rindou grit his teeth as he braced himself to speak again, “I want to know the truth,” he said, and next to him, you tense. “The whole truth. From the beginning. You’re not fucking running away this time.”

You didn’t respond, Rindou looked back over at you, catching the way your lips were just barely wobbling, the sheen on your eyes. 

“Promise me,” he insisted. “I want you to-”

“I promise,” you said. Your voice cracked, and Rindou’s eyes darted down, noticing how your fingers were trembling like a leaf in the wind. He let out a long breath, anxiety pooling in his stomach as he wondered what could possibly have you this fucking spooked to tell them. Without thinking, he reached out, taking one of your hands into his, fingers curling around your shaky ones. You tensed for a moment and Rindou’s jaw clenched, waiting for you to pull away, but instead your grip on his hand tightened, and a warm feeling passed over him that he hadn’t felt in a long, long time. “I promise, can we just… I don’t want to say it twice, Rin.”

His eyes met yours again, a pleading expression on your face that he had never quite seen you wear before, and he relented, shutting his eyes briefly as he looked away. 

“Fine,” he said quietly. “We’ll wait for Ran.”

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REBLOGS N FEEDBACK GREATLY APPRECIATED

always mine. ; r. haitani

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→ cw : obsession, toxic relationships, smut, codependency, soft dom! ran, reader is a porn star, bonten au, mentions of violence/murder, drug use, possible dubcon (?)

→ pairing: ran haitani x reader

❝Who on earth would’ve thought the ran haitani would fall head over heels for an adult film star ?❞ ☆

chapters.

☆ - I

☆ - II

☆ - III

☆ - IV

☆ - V

☆ - VI

☆ - VII

☆ - VIII

first chap coming soon !!!

bro… threesome with dom ran and sanzu while they’re fucking the SHIT out of you and also also also RAN IS GRABBING UR HANDS AND SANZU IS GRABBING THE UNDERSIDE OF UR STOMACH TO STOP U FROM RUNNING AND THEY TALK YOU THROUGH IT GOOODDDDDDDD…..

i will be writing this once i get home from work.

interrupted

warnings- smut and anything that goes with it, interrupt while doing it with them, cursing, pet names

Reader is descriptive as a girl.

Plot- where the other Haitani brother walks in on you guys getting nasty.

Ran:

You and Ran were in his room. You had been laid on the bed with Ran in between your thighs. You couldn't remember how this happened and how you both got here.

All you remember is Ran calling you over saying you two needed to finish somethings and here you are now. Naked Infront of Ran with him inbetween your thighs with him only being shirtless.

You moaning and pulling into his hair. Trying to tell him that it was too much. You were way to sensitive for this and just wanted him in you by now. He had already made you cum a few times. Not being able to count anymore.

Ran would just continued to eat you out. Saying to cum one more time for him and then he would finally put you at ease.

You knew he was getting off from his. Watching you whimper and moan from him eating you. From you squirming around while he has to hold you down to make sure you don't get away.

But what you didn't expect is for Rindou to walk in. When he did you just froze and looked at him. Your face went red from embarrassment.

When Ran felt you froze. He lifts his head and looks at you and then at what your looking at. He then wipes his chin and looks at his brother.

"Do you know where you put my DJ stuff. I can't find it" Rindou says, acting like nothing was going on.

Ran thinks for a moment and then nodes. You didn't realize that he was still playing with you but this time with his fingers. You realized he was when he put his fingers inside of you and started stretching you out. You then groan under your breath.

"it should be in the living room in one of the boxes or cabinets. If not I don't know." Ran said. Rindou nodes before closing the door and walking away.

Ran then looked back at you and smirks. He then pecks your lips before kissing your neck.

"sorry about that darling. Now lets us continue~" he said.

Rindou:

Rindou had you on your back with your hands above your head. He was slowly putting himself into you while holding your hands.

You put you head back and closed your eyes as you groans while he does this. Rindou groans and watches you.

He loved seeing your facial expressions while he fucked you. He loved the way your face twisted into pleasure and the way your eyes rolled back. It turned him on more than he would ever admit.

He then slowly moved in and out of you. Watching as you hands grip onto the sheets.

He could never forget how tight you are for him. No matter how many times he fucks you. You are always so tight for him.

Sometimes he wonders how has he not just came right on the spot. He continued to move into you.

Getting faster and faster. As sweats slowly covers both of your body's and the sounds of skin on skin and moans and grunts fill the room.

That was till he heard his door open up. He groans out of annoyance. He then found a blanket closest to you guys and covered you up so than his brother couldn't see you. He then stopped his thrusts and turned to his brother with an annoyed look.

"what?" He asked. He hated when he was interpreted specially when it was with you.

"I was going to ask if you want anything to eat but I see you already got you a snack" Ran says and smiles at you both. Rindou just rolls his eyes.

"no but seriously is there anything you guys want to eat." Ran asked.

Rindou sighs and looks at you. You just shurgged.

"just get us what we normally eat." Rindou says and looks at his brother.

Ran nodes before closing the door before giving you a wink and chuckling to himself as he walks away.

Rindou just sighs before talking the cover of you. You then cup his cheeks and pecks his face with kisses.

"want to continue?" You asked. You didn't want to force him from after what happened and things.

He just nodes. You didn't realize that after that he was now going to act like an animal with you and not hold back.

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☆𝓚𝓘𝓝𝓚𝓣𝓞𝓑𝓔𝓡!!

• All characters involved in Kinktober are and or have been up to age 18+. No minors are involved without an aged up.

𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴 1 🖤

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Oct.1st: Tengen w/…Spanking!

Oct.2nd: Gojo w/…Overstim!

Oct.3rd: Kyojuro w/…Thigh riding!

Oct.4th: Toji w/…Daddy Kink!

Oct.5th: Obanai w/…Showersex!

Oct.6th: Geto w/…Hair Pulling!

Oct.7th: Sekido w/…Edging!

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╓┈♔◦☓◦☙◦👻◦☙◦☓◦♔┈╖

𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴 2.🧡

Oct.8th: Sukuna w/…Cum play!

Oct.9th: Aizetsu w/…Hate sex!

Oct.10th: Choso w/…Praise kink!

Oct.11th: Sanemi w/… Degradation kink!

Oct.12th: Nanami w/… Baker!reader!

Oct.13th: Douma w/… Teasing!

Oct.14th: Yuuji w/… First time!

╙┈♔◦☓◦☙◦👻◦☙◦☓◦♔┈╜

─. ☆: *. 🎃 .* :☆ﾟ .─

𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴 3!🤍

Oct.15th: Takemichi w/… Wet Dreams!

Oct.16th: Lucifer w/… Choking!

Oct.17th: Manjiro Sano w/… Thigh riding!

Oct.18th: Satan w/… Begging!

Oct.19th: Ran Haitani w/… Semi public!

Oct.20th: Barbatos w/… Thief AU!

Oct.21st: Hanma w/… Seduction!

─. ☆: *. 🎃 .* :☆ﾟ .─

«── « ⋅ʚ🖤ɞ⋅ » ──»

𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴 4!💀

Oct.22nd: Asmodeus w/… Internet Celeb!

Oct.23rd: Mitsuya w/… Modeling!

Oct.24th: Mammon w/… Sharing a bed!

Oct.25th: Rindou w/… Mafia!

Oct.26th: Diavolo w/… Hired Maid!

Oct.27th: Wakasa w/… Break up Make Up!

Oct.28th: Leviathan w/… Famous Popstar!

«── « ⋅ʚ🖤ɞ⋅ » ──»

29𝓽𝓱-31𝓼𝓽

☆•🖤 ⥤ 𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭, 𝓒𝓪𝓷𝓭𝔂, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓲𝓮𝓼! ( 𝓜𝓾𝔃𝓪𝓷 𝔁 𝓯𝓮𝓶!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻... 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵.)

✩.･*:｡≻──⋆☆⋆──.•*:｡✩

♡•☆ 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 1 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓞𝓬𝓽 1𝓼𝓽. 𝓢𝓸 𝓾𝓱 𝔂𝓮𝓪𝓱! 𝓗𝓮𝓻𝓮'𝓼 𝓪 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓘 𝓰𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓼.. 𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭𝓾𝓵𝓮, 𝓲𝓯 𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓭𝓸 𝓭𝓸𝓾𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓾𝓹𝓵𝓸𝓪𝓭𝓼. 𝓗𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂! 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓪 𝓗𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 𝓗𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷! 🎃💙

𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐕𝐒. 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 ♡˖

content: longass title bec i wasn't feeling creative, i was feeling horny. a little voyeurism, teasing, blowjobs, edging, orgasm denial, orgasm control.

— . ｡˚ ♡ you're being needy, and now he's all stiff and leaky — but he's feeling mean, he wants to make you cry for his cock.

BOYS THAT WOULD GET OFF ON WATCHING YOU !!

sanzu, kokonoi, ran, izana & mikey

he strokes his cock slowly, and lets out a laugh at the way you're keening, clicking his tongue when you shoot him a pleading look. "c'mon, baby. put another finger in." you pump your digits in and out of your hole, tired and impatient, sending longing looks at his cock, imagining how it would fill you up so well, dragging along your walls and hitting every sweet spot inside you without a miss.

"too small," you whimper, spreading your legs wide, trying open yourself wider for yourself while also attempting to entice him. "just want your cock, please. 's the only thing big enough for me." his eyes shine lowly at that, and he brings himself a little closer to you, and asks, "say that again, baby?" your eyes are full of needy despair when they meet his, as you repeat yourself for him, hoping that it'll finally have him satisfied enough to give you what you want.

"your cock's the only thing that makes me feel full enough the way i want." you say, slipping your wet fingers out of your hole and wrapping your hand around his wrist — you don't dare touch his cock before he tells you that you can, you don't wanna risk having to sleep empty tonight. he's just that mean, sometimes. "please."

he holds your stares locked together long enough for you to feel a spark of hope, before he pulls away with a bright, devilish grin. sitting back, he gives his cock another pump, letting out a lavish groan as a bead of precum swells at his lovely tip. "then work for it, sweetheart — make yourself cum twice, and you'll win this big fucking cock of mine."

BOYS THAT WOULD SIMPLY SHOVE THEIR COCK IN YOUR MOUTH !!

baji, chifuyu, rindou, kisaki & nahoya

he shoots you a look that sends shivers down your spine — the good kind — as he grabs your face, squishing your cheeks between his fingers as he pulls you close, letting out a grunt as he pulls his cock out.

"trying rile me up while i'm busy, are you?"he says, showing you the way his cock is dripping furiously at the behest of your palming and begging that he adores no matter how much he denies it, if he denies it at all. "want you so bad," you mumble, looking up at him sweetly. "right now, baby. want you inside me."

he chuckles, spreading his legs apart where he's sitting, and drags you down onto your knees. your expression changes when you realize what he's doing, and when you look up at him again, about to beg him to just let you have him, he gives you a smile and stops you short. "if you want my cock so bad, then give it a kiss, will you? suck it real pretty, and i'll consider fucking you."

you grip his knee with one hand, bringing yourself between his thighs, and grab at his cock, give it a single, slow pump before you drop your fingers down to squeeze at his balls. he jerks into your touch — involuntarily, really — and you look at him expectantly. "need to have your cock in me, please." his brows knit together as he meets your eyes, tempted — but only for a moment. "do what i say and suck my cock for me." he hisses, taking you by the hair. you're pushed close enough to bump your nose against his shaft, and then he's taking his cock in his own fist and angling it to your mouth, tapping your lips with his tip.

"hurry the fuck and open up," he warns, and you do as he says and part your lips — he's got his cock pushed between them as soon as your mouth's open wide enough, and you let out a muffled sound of protest, which he ignores. "go on, make me cum. i'll give you what you want then."

BONUS : BOYS WHO DO BOTH !!

hanma, kazutora, wakasa, shion & draken

he watches intently, half enamoured as he fists his cock, as you gasp, chest rising and falling beautifully as you work yourself through your second high. "please — haah — need you now, please." you moan, near tears as you play with yourself, hole fluttering empty and messy. "came twice, like you told me to."

he's impressed, flattered by just how much you want his damn cock, his ego is being fed a little too well for him to stop now. you're looking so cute, a little fucked out already despite the way you were complaining about how your fingers weren't enough for you, and he just wants to see a tiny bit more of how far he can push you and still have you begging.

"fine, fine, come here." he says, and chuckles when you delightfully comply, going to sit in his lap — but then, he stops you, and grabs you by the hair. "what—" you're cut off by the way he pushes your face between his legs, your eyes suddenly in line with his leaky, angry cock. "suck," he says simply. "and maybe i'll let you have it."

haitani ran x fem!reader

warnings: gun play, exhibitionism, degradation/humiliation, facefucking, thigh riding, jealous/mean dom!ran, slight manhandling, rough sex, petnames (pretty, princess), unedited written on my phone at 3 am last night

thinking about pissing ran off during a bonten meeting—he always brings you along and usually it goes on without a hitch. You sit pretty in his lap, leaning back against his chest—sometimes warming his cock, sometimes just scrolling on your phone—but this time something went wrong. you fucked up, and you weren’t sure how, but you knew you did from the grip ran had on your waist, so tight it almost hurt.

maybe you had smiled too prettily when sanzu haruchiyo said hi to you, or maybe you giggled too much at one of rindou’s snide comments, but whatever it was, it set ran off and it had you on edge, because it took a lot to set off haitani ran and once he was set off, there was no going back.

you sat anxious the whole meeting, his fingers burying bruises into the skin of your hips as takeomi rattled on about weapon shipments; his voice icy and sharp when kokonoi began questioning him about income loss in roppongi.

and you could only sit there, lips pressed together in a thin line, fingers curling in your lap.

and when the meeting ended, and you tried to move to leave, he only clicked his tongue, “and where do you think you’re going, doll?” he said and you hesitated, not saying anything as you shifted back into his lap.

rindou was the last to leave the room. his eyes met yours briefly, shooting you a knowing look that you did not appreciate before he walked through the door and left you and ran alone.

“ran,” your voice wavered and just as you were about to continue, ran was standing up, shoving you to your feet and then to your knees.

you looked up at him, eyes wide; he stared down at you, lavender eyes cold. you watched as he shifted his dress shirt out of the way, and you watched as he pulled his handgun out of the holster on his side.

your mouth went dry.

“ran-“

“shut the fuck up,” your mouth closed immediately, you winced as ran grabbed the back of your head harshly, tilting it up, “think you can whore yourself out to all my colleagues, do you?”

“no, i-“

“i said shut your fucking mouth,” he spit out and your breath caught, “or better yet, keep it wide fuckin’ open for me, yeah?”

your lips parted to ask what he was talking about and your eyes widened as his grip tightened in your hair and he brought his gun toward your face, pointedly flicking off the safety before shoving the barrel through your parted lips.

you choked at the intrusion, gagged at the taste of metal on your tongue, eyes tearing up as you looked up at your boyfriend—blurry gaze barely able to make out his face above you.

“go on,” he said, “suck it like it’s my cock and i’ll consider not pulling the trigger.”

your mind went blank.

pulling the trigger?

“you dumb or somethin’?” ran demanded, “need some help getting started, fine.”

he tugged painfully at your hair and you gasped in pain around the gun, craning your head back at an awkward angle to shove his gun further down your throat, pulling it out only to drive it back in right away.

tears streamed down your face, your throat burned and ached, you could barely fucking breathe. the gun clanged against your teeth, echoing through your skull. you sobbed around the barrel of the gun, chest heaving as your boyfriend fucked your throat with his gun.

“look at you,” he cooed, and the cold look in his eyes disappeared, melting into one of sick glee as he watched you struggle to take his gun down your throat, “my pretty lil whore, aren’t you?”

you choked, struggling to nod around the gun, desperately trying to breathe through your nose. ran only laughed at you, letting go of your hair and pulling the gun from your lips, letting you drop limp to the floor, heaving and gasping for breath.

you barely had time to fill your lungs back up with air before ran’s big hand curled around your bicep, yanking you into your feet and into his lap as he sat back down in his chair, positioning you so that you were straddling one of his thighs.

he pressed his gun to your ribcage.

you watched him with blurry eyes, sure that your makeup was smeared and you looked a mess but ran only smiled thinly at you, bringing one hand up to cup your cheek gently, running his thumb over your lips. the touch was so soft it nearly made you forget about the loaded gun pressed deep into your side.

“go on, pretty, get yourself off on my thigh n maybe i’ll let you ride my cock after,” he said and you whimpered, swallowing thickly. ran bounced his knee in irritation and you gasped as he ground his leg lightly against your clit.

your hands flew to your boyfriend’s shoulders, nails digging through the silk of his dress shirt into his skin as you rolled your hips against his thigh, a long whine escaping your lips at the much needed pressure against your cunt.

oh god, why were you so wet already?

“god, look at you, fuckin drenched just from me fucking your face with my gun, yeah? already makin a mess all over my pants. you’re fucked up, princess, who gets turned on by gettin’ face fucked by a loaded gun?” ran laughed, but his voice was breathless and his eyes were lidded and dark as he leaned back in his chair, watching you rock your hips against his thigh, eyes fluttering shut as you picked up the pace, losing yourself to the steadily building pleasure.

and maybe you should’ve been embarrassed, you distantly realized that as your juices stained ran’s expensive dress pants, as you fucked yourself on his thigh like a bitch in heat, moaning and gasping his name, eyes half rolled back.

“they can all see us, y’know?” his words went in one ear out the other, his gun traced up your body to the bottom of your chin, shifting to turn your face to the side. your glassy eyes focused on a camera in the corner of the room, “no doubt sanzu and rindou are in there watching. maybe some of the others”

“oh god, oh god, oh god, ran ‘m so close, ‘m s’close,” your voice was half a slur as you cried out the words, nails clawing at him through his shirt.

ran didn’t say anything, instead watching raptly, bouncing his leg in time with the rocks of your hips, one hand coming to grab your waist and steady you as your vision went white, hips stuttering against his thigh as your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, staining his dark pants with your cum.

you shook on top of him, soft whimpers escaping your lips as you slumped forward, vision spotty and body on fire. but ran didn’t give you any time to recover, he was standing in an instant, twisting your body around to bend you over the conference table, flipping your skirt up and unbuttoning his slacks in two swift motions.

you gasped at the sudden movement, moving to brace your palms against the table but ran was faster, again, one hand shooting out to capture your wrists with one hand, pinning them to the small of your back so you couldn’t move while his other brought his gun to the back of your head, hyper aware of the cool tip of the barrel pressed to your skull.

“ran, ran, ran,” you cried as the fat tip of his cock nudged against the entrance of your cunt, body spasming as it slipped against the slick, grinding against your clit, “i ca-“

“say ‘i can’t’ and i’ll pull the trigger and find a better whore,” ran’s voice was sharp and cruel and you sobbed at his words even though you knew damn well he would never, but in your pleasure hazed mind you couldn’t quite remember that.

he didn’t wait for a response as he pushed his cock into you without warning. your eyes rolled back and a string of helpless babbles slipped past your lips as his big cock stretched your sensitive cunt, tip buried deep inside of you. your hands strained against his wrists, his grip tightened, he pressed the gun harder against your skull.

“oh god,” you let out another broken moan, torn between pushing your hips back and fucking yourself on his cock and trying to move away, body overstimulated from your last orgasm, “ohgodohgodohgod-“

ran drew his hips back and snapped them back into you without warning and you couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t breathe—he was too big, too long, too thick and he wasn’t giving you time to adjust.

a shameless moan left his lips and fire spread through your body again, pooling in your gut as he fucked himself deep into your cunt because there was no prettier sound in this world than haitani ran’s moans, that you were sure of.

“takin’ me so good, pretty,” he groaned, “‘lways take me so fuckin’ good.”

you could feel every inch of his cock dragging against your walls and the pleasure was building too fast, your legs were tensing and shaking and your body was trembling and the moans spilling past your lips were so loud that you were sure the whole building could hear you.

“c-cu-“ you tried to warn ran that you were about to cum but you couldn’t even get the word out before your second orgasm hit you and you were sure, you were sure that you had blacked out for a second—jaw going slack as ran fucked you through your orgasm, cock bruising your cunt as he drove himself into you deeper and deeper and deeper.

he let out another obscene moan when he felt your cunt tighten around his cock, “holy fuck,” he gasped and you whimpered when you felt his hips stutter against yours, spilling is cum deep, deep inside of you.

he let go of your wrists and your arms fell limp at your side, you laid on the conference table, gasping for breath and shaking as he pushed off of your, tucking himself back into his pants and flicking the safety back on his gun, putting it back in its holster.

he flipped your skirt back down and his big hands wrapped around your waist, lifting you onto your feet. unsteady, you stumbled into his chest but he only chuckled, leaning down to press his lips to your forehead.

“c’mon,” he said, a look in his eyes that you didn’t quite appreciate as he led you to the door, “gunna parade you around base with my cum dripping out of you so everyone knows just who you belong to.”

BORN TO DIE

bonten x fem!reader

summary: you thought loving them would be enough.

genre: mini series, bonten timeline, smut, angst, romance

warnings: fem!reader, explicit smut, gang violence, explicit language, drug abuse, alcoholism, mcd last chapter — warnings will vary by chapter

update schedule: sporadic (LDA priority)

status: incomplete

notes: this stemmed from brainrot from eris’s reblog game 🥹 anyway, the “chapters” can be read as stand alone one shots, but if you’re gonna read the last part with all of bonten, you’ll want the background from the character specific chapters. kindly ignore the fact that brooklyn baby isn’t on the born to die album, i had an idea too good to pass

MILLION DOLLAR MAN HAITANI RAN

BLUE JEANS HAITANI RINDOU

NATIONAL ANTHEM KOKONOI HAJIME

CARMEN AKASHI TAKEOMI

BROOKLYN BABY KAKUCHO

GODS & MONSTERS SANZU HARUCHIYO

SUMMERTIME SADNESS SANO MANJIRO

DARK PARADISE BONTEN

REBLOGS FOR BOOST GREATLY APPRECIATED

Hi! I'm not sure if your request are open or not, so please ignore it if they're close... but I would love to have some nsfwish hcs of the haitani brothers (separate) x reader that likes to wear slutty-trashy outfits 🤭🤭

Thanks so much if you are able to do it. love u lots♡

TW- Violence

-Ran's really into it, he likes too see you in the short little skirts you wear so often. He does tease you about it though, like if you were too tell him that you're cold, he'd tell you that you should've worn clothes then. While he's a bit of an ass about it, he finds your confidence very endearing and how you pull that style off so well.

-Ran is also a very big fan of having you sit on his lap as he shoves his hand down your panties and finger-fucking in front of all those people, while he doesn't make it obvious, he doesn't really care if they see or not, all he's thinking about is having your slick drip down his wrist.

-He likes flipping up your skirt when you bend over, he'll fuck you there, it gives him perfect access, all he has too do is pull your panties to the side and push his cock in, also, Ran is a big fan of quickies anyway, so why not?

-Ran likes too incorporate his baton as well, he'll use it too push your legs open as you sit in front of him and of course, you're not wearing panties, just like he asked, he'll run the tip of his baton up your clothed cunt and use it too push down on your clit as you struggle too keep your legs open.

-Rindou though, he's not the biggest fan of your style and the types of clothes that you like too wear, when you're wearing these types of clothes, he never leaves your side, at all, even if you have too use the bathroom, he's coming with... where he will then proceed too fuck you.

-While Rindou isn't the biggest fan of quickies, muchless in the bathroom, he doesn't care, because when his dick is hard and you're barley wearing clothes, he doesn't care where the two of you are, all he cares about is fucking you there and then.

-Rindou isn't too bothered by the looks he receives while you're wearing these types of outfits, he quite enjoys them actually, because he knows from the looks he's getting from other men that they want too fuck you, but he's so cocky when he has you bouncing on his cock in a private room of the club that he owns as other men hear you screaming for who? For him.

-Rindou although not bothered by your choice in clothing, he will still break bones of the people that get a little too comfortable with saying explicit things to you or even getting ballsy enough too touch you, speaking of, one of the times that Rindou had too break some guys jaw after he thought it was a good idea too loudly proclaim the things he'd do to you. Ran fucked you right after, in his luxurious Bugatti Centodieci.

Being rindou's gf mean that ran already saw you naked 🤣 there would definitely be a time where rindou's fucking you in the kitchen and ran walks in and they just start a conversation while rindou's buried inside you

This is exactly how it is, I also think they both fuck you often, it doesn't matter if you're Rans or Rins girl, they both are fine with sharing with each other. It could've also started or became a poly, with just how often and casual it is. The first time it happened though, Rindou having you splayed out on the kitchen counter, fucking you, and Ran just walks in, asking where his baton is and you're just completely mortified because Rindou doesn't even try too cover you, nor has he even stopped fucking you. It's just... so casual.

Perfect Storm | Prologue

Content Warnings: Brief mentions of violence and Bonten

Back to- Perfect Storm Chapters

Next- Chapter One: Rough Beginnings

Sanzu Haruchiyo was a scary man, leaving many trembling at the thought of crossing him. His own coworkers made sure to never really get on his bad side, seeing what he does to traitors of Bonten. Hell, he even looks scary. Standing at 6’2, cold almost empty blue eyes that only glint when he's killing those who stand in Mikey's way, and big diamond shaped scars that stretch when he smiles, sending shivers down the back of anyone who's unlucky enough to see his murderous grin. 

Sanzu knows he’s intimidating, hell, he’s one of the most dangerous men in all of Japan. So he is sitting here now wondering why you’re insulting him, to his face knowing what he is capable of when he's mad. You may also be a Bonten executive but he’ll be damned if he let that stop him from shutting you up one way or another. 

Sanzu and you never got along, that is common knowledge, not now, when you've been working in Bonten for almost a full year and definitely not when you two had first met. The Haitani’s had called it ‘married couple banter’, which made both you and Sanzu agree on two things: that you two would never even come close to being a couple, let alone married. 

The second being your hatred for one another, as if you bonded over your perfect storm.

When you had first joined Bonten and climbed the ranks so quickly they had to do their own personal background check on you, finding out you were in the Brahamn gang, the enemy gang in their youth. Most of the executives had respected how you knew to get a mission sent by them done effectively and efficiently. Most if not all of the executives voted for having you as the fourth executive in the ranks. All of the executives, if not for Sanzu himself. 

You haven't remembered a time when Sanzu didn't treat you with the utmost disrespect or mockery. You've always wondered why he made an enemy out of you since your first official day as a Bonten Executive, his tongue always as sharp as his glare. Ever since that day, Sanzu has been hellbent on making you miserable. This plan has always backfired on him, due to his underestimation of your resolve.

Silver Glint

Content Warnings: MDNI!! Dom!Character x Fem!Sub!Reader, LOTS of praise and degradation, Dacryphilia if you squint at baji's part, pre-established somnophilia for rindou, overstimulation, shower sex, and humilation, porn with no plot basically, this is so self insert its insane (see a/n at the end for context), not proof read, wrote it with my clit lowkey, SPREADING MY MONSTER HORSE COCK BAJI AGENDA!

Baji

Good luck keeping this menace AWAY from your titties

Always has to grab them claims they are good for stress relief

Call him old fashioned but this man's favorite position is missionary, whether it be watching your boobs bounce due to the force of his thrusts, to him rubbing your already sensitive nipples with his calloused hands and rough fingertips, or leaning down to nibble, suck, and lick at you 

You’re always a whiney, sniffly, teary eyed mess when he reaches inside you fully, making you turn into putty in his big hands that are creeping their way to toy with your piercing. Your moans are bouncing and echoing off the walls as he speeds up, going deeper and filling you to the hilt each time. You can't think or breathe- or do anything other than take what he is giving you. “Hnghh- Hah K-Keisuke, s-so big, so mmph- deep” your moans turn into whimpers as he abuses the spongy spot inside you. He couldn't help but leave trails of feather light kisses against your neck, in stark contrast to when he gets to your chest and leaves long lasting bite marks and hickies. “Yeah? C'mon be a good girl and fuck- s-squeezin me so tight baby” he cuts himself off when you clench around him because of the praise, “cum on whats yours pretty girl, yeah fuck there you go” he grunts out more praise while you reach your peak, watching closely  as your eyes cross. “Im gonna fuck you dumber on this dick- shit I love these tits” he groans as he leans down to swirl his tongue against your nipple. Ran

 LOOOOOVESS marking your chest up (and basically the rest of your body but especially your tits) 

 Everyone has to know that you belong to him and only him

 His favorite way to tease and rile you up is to start palming you through your shirt, kneading and lightly pinching at your nipples to hear you whine and get all worked up

You’re making Ran and yourself morning tea when you feel his warm hands snake their way around your waist as he leans his head down to lightly kiss your forehead. “G’mornin baby” he grumbles out in his deep morning voice, making you rub your thighs together. You almost feel bad for getting horny this fast because Ran notices every time. “Mmm? Somethin on your mind baby?” you can feel his breath fan across your neck, giving you goosebumps as he teases you. He wastes no time kneading his rough hands at your tits that were currently covered by his dress shirt. “Love it when you get all needy like this in the morning, ‘specially when you wear my shit- fuck” you can feel his length pressing against your lower back as he slightly grinds his hips against you. You close your eyes and whimper against the feeling of his hands when suddenly the stimulation is gone. You were about to argue when you felt him lifting you above his broad shoulder with ease, walking back into your shared bedroom. “I'm gonna take all the time that I need with you baby, s’ just us today, you're mine sweetheart” he rambled playfully with his rough voice, lightly tossing you on the bed. 

Rindou

 Doesn't matter if you're big or small, this man is a ‘tits’ guy through and mfing through! 

 Sleeps on your chest which he claims is heaven on earth, ends up having a wet dream about you and he wakes up to find you peacefully snoring away

 Rindou decides if his sleep shall be disrupted with the filthy images he conjured up in his mind about you, then it has to be the same for you

Rindou awakes with his heart beating rapidly in his chest, as his hair sticks to his forehead, only to remove the covers off himself to see a big wet sticky patch in the middle of his boxers. Shit, he thinks as he looks over at your peacefully sleeping form, his only next thought being fuck it, as he lightly lifts the cover off you as well, careful not to wake you. Knowing you weren't wearing a bra because he was sleeping soundly on your chest before he was rudely awakened by vulgar pornographic thoughts of you. The reminder of his dream shot blood straight into his dick. Equally as carefully he lifts your shirt and palms his growing hard on. Holy shit. No panties either. You truly were something else, he thinks, tracing feather light shapes onto your thighs, wanting to pull a reaction out of you in your unconscious state. Like an angel he thought, you hummed against his teasing. He traces his pointer finger on the inside of your thighs and you tremble against him. He decides on pinching slightly at your nipple and tapping lightly on your clit, and in your slumber, he still manages to pull little sounds outta you. God- Rindou thinks you're the cutest lil’ thing when you lean into his touches and whimper, you were his angel he thought, only his. 

Sanzu

 Be warned, once he finds out/ his first time seeing your piercings, this man goes absolutely feral for you

 He’s standing, and has you pinned against the wall with your arms wrapped tightly around his neck as his strong arms hold your legs up while he's absolutely drilling in you, and you just have to take it all, grabbing at the back of his neck and tangling your fingers in his the strands of pink hair

 He is absolutely zoned in on your boobs that are moving due to his thrusts while your own body betrays you and trembles in his hold,  from just how many times he made you cum

Its agonizing almost, how your legs are bent at a awkward angle to fit your boyfriend between your legs so he can fuck you, against your wall, over and over and over again, giving you no break time in between cumming all over his abdomen. You've lost track of how many orgasms he's pulled out of you- and at this point, you’re sure you've caused a small puddle of cum mixed with his own, to drip underneath you. “Fuuuuck '' he draws out “I can’t- hah- s-stop, you feel so good”, he growls in front of you, lulling his head back for a moment before speeding up making you squeal in pleasure. “C-Cant hah- fuck H-Haru please” your cries making the man exasperated. He was so lucky to have you all pretty like this, all fucked dumb for him, by him. “But pretty girl, look at how much this pussy loves me. Just shit- ngh- say you needed me like this- needed my fu-hah cock like this” he groans, “I think you have a few more in you princess”.  

Draken 

 When he find out about his angel sent from heaven girlfriend has nipple piercings he is absolutely SHOCKED to say the least, unconvinced by you when you told him

 You? Who wouldn't even hurt a fly? With a piercing, let alone nipple piercings?!

 Doesn't believe you, so you take it in your hands (literally) to prove it to him, as you lift your shirt, and flash him in all your glory

He ends his shift early and fucks you right then and there in the garage 

No one could have prepared Draken for today's events. He hadn't even been clocked in for too long to process the roller coaster of emotions you just put him through- confusion, denial and then shock, which is why you are in your current predicament, cheek pressed against the door to the small storage room in Draken and Inui’s motorshop. “Hah- fuck hun’ never realized my sweet girlfriend was a whore” he laughs at you. “Ngh- Mmph- n-not a whore” you whined before he grabbed a fist full of your hair, forcing your back to knock against his chest as he slowed his thrusts to flip you around. “Yeah baby? Lemme look at you” too embarrassed to gaze back at him, you covered your face with both hands and he quickly grabs them to pin them above you, resuming his deep strokes. “Dont get shy on me now hun, let Inui hear how much of a hngh- whore you are, imagine what he’d think of sweet little ditzy you if he saw these.” He lets one hand trail to your tits so he can rub your nipples against his rough fingertips. 

Mikey

 No one can convince me that he isn't a ‘boob’ kinda guy like Rindou

 This man has absolutely no shame, doesn't care if he is in a meeting, he needs to be motorboated, Riding his bike? He doesn't care if he crashes, it'll be fine as long as he's got his head in the center of your tits, you're busy taking a shower? Don't worry! Mikey doesn't care he will hop in and do as he always does, put his head between your piercings that he can't get enough of

You've got your arms wrapped around his neck while he leaves hickies and bite marks on your chest, one hand toying and pinching your clit the other massaging your boob. “J-Jiro I need more” you whine as he sweeps his tongue against yours before pulling away. “Mmm, I hear ya sweet thing, you just gotta beg” he whispers lowly in your ear as the warm water hits you both. “Ngh- Manjiro c’mon” you whine and plead with him to give you what you want, this only makes him slow down to your dismay. “Beg”. You both knew he wasn't asking, he was demanding. Feeling the need to cum, you obey him. “M-Manjiro, please- please just fuck me Ah- please?” you beg, hoping he will listen to you, and to your relief he obliged, lining up his cock to your awaiting walls. Mitsuya 

 He’s a gentleman, or at least he tries to be

 But everytime he sees you bouncing on top of him, chasing your high, he cant help but get a little mean :((

 nibbles and tugs on them while he’s degrading you

You hardly see this side of him- the side of him that thrives off of humiliating you.  “Lookin’ like a bitch in heat- fuck- look at you baby, look at you ridin my cock like a whore” he laughs cruelly at your tear striken wobbly lipped face. “Aww c’mon baby, we both know you love this more than anything” he coos at you grabbing your hips and fucking himself much, much, deeper into you.

A/n: Im pullin an all nighter to finish some hw and shit and ended up writing fanfiction but anyways, as yall can probably tell, nipple piercings had to with this fic, thats cuz im getting mine in 6 days 😭, im so fucking nervous but excited, i needed to write this to hype myself up lowkey! wish me luck and feel free to leave constructive critism in the comments <3 thank you for reading :)

LMAO EXACTLY 😭

also s🍁 anon, idk if youll see this, but im workin on your req, it genuinley awakened something in me, ill prob upload it in the mornin!

“Is it okay if I draw fanart of your fanfic?👉🏼👈🏼”

My brother in Christ we shall have a spring wedding

let me be Anonymous since im going to ask-No beg for the cringest one🙏

(p1:who's she?

p2:Haitani's

p1: which one? the youngest's?

p2: nhh both of them)

I means Just image being the wife of Haitani brothers's/their precious and only treasure ofc their personal c*mdump tooTvT.

alr this's kinda weird but Writing this or not is your choice

anywayy Loves you and please takecare of yourself

-s🍁

Stargirl Interlude (☆)

Content Warnings: DARK CONTENT, MDNI, Porn with Plot, Toxic!Dom!Ran & Toxic!Dom!Rindou x Fem!Sub!Reader, Alcohol mentions, Stalking, Forced into Contract, Dub! Consent, Degradation theyre so mean :(,  Possessiveness, Dumbification, Unprotected Sex, Oral (Female to Male Receiving), Throat Fucking, Rough Sex, Hair pulling, Spit Play, Choking, Nipple Play, Overstimulation, and finally Squirting

Playlist: Belonging to the Haitani's

My apology for disappearing again, not proof read

You should know better, you tell yourself as you walk down the busy streets of Roppongi’s nightlife. You should know better than to play with the infamous Haitani brothers. Truthfully, you were just trying to get your life together, and money is money, so you took a chance on that sketchy ad from a week ago, unknowing that it would lead you here.

Squirming, you pull your mini skirt down, in a failed attempt to cover yourself from prying eyes as you walk your way down to the club. Even from a distance your eyes catch the glimmering signs, and you can feel the bass of the speakers beneath your high heeled feet. You get closer, to the club, noticing all the intoxicated people staggering in and out of the Haitani’s club in varying levels of inebriation. 

It was too late to have second thoughts, so you mentally prepare yourself as you take a step into the very lively club. Loud music blares in your ears as you squint and try to walk around the sea of bodies that are dancing. You don't necessarily like the thought of sweaty drunk bodies bumping and grinding up on you, so you choose to find an easier route. Looking around, you almost give up before sharp lavender eyes meet your own. Your breath hitches but you don't look away, you try to ignore the chill working its way up your spine at his menacing gaze. 

Seconds that feel like hours pass as you hold eye contact with the dual-dyed short purple haired man. You were intimidated but intrigued. 

And Ran saw that in you- he noticed you right when you walked in, all panicked and cute. He immediately knew that it was you from the ad you signed up for, he laughed under his breath a bit, you had no idea what you were getting into. 

He breaks eye contact with you momentarily to look at his brother in the booth. They make eye contact and Ran points at you with his chin, nodding off to his brother, to alert him of your presence. When Rindou follows Rans line of sight his eyes meet you and immediately Rindou stands, stalking his way towards you.

You didn't notice Rindou until you felt a hand on your shoulder, making you jump as you turned around and tilt your head up to meet the tall man. “Y/n…?” He questioned even though he knew the answer. “Y-Yes?” Rindou leans into you and your face heats up for a moment as you feel his breath on your cheek before he whispers “follow me”. You almost didn't hear because of the music but he made sure you followed when he grabbed you by the hand and dragged you to the private room only he and his brother had access to. 

Making your way in, you look around in awe. A spacious room with a glimmering chandelier above you was the scene before your excited eyes. You take in more of your surroundings and you realize just how out of place you seem. Twiddling with your fingers, you look up at Rindou unknowing what to do next. He peers down at you, before placing a hand on your lower back and guiding you to the couch, “Sit here please”. He says giving you a smile that seemed sinister rather than kind and you take a seat trying to fight off the bad feeling you were having.

“Its nice to finally meet you Y/n” Rindou knew he was lying, but he had to remain calm and calculated, watching your every move, eyeing your nervousness as you once again try to flatten the short skirt that's hardly covering your thighs. You gulp, “Yeah, Nice to meet you too Mr. Haitani.” your voice drips like honey in his ears. ‘Mr. Haitani’ huh? He’ll make sure to keep that in mind when he’s training you to be his good obedient slut. “No need for formalities, pretty girl, you can use them.. Later.” It almost sounded threatening, which didnt help your nerves. You didnt have much time to think about it when you heard the door creak open, revealing the tall short haired man that was eyeing you earlier. Rindou stood, striding over to his older brother before whispering a few things back and fourth to one another. 

Quickly looking away, you make eye contact with the floor as you play with the hem of your skirt. You look up when you feel a dip in the couch next to you. “Hey” he sighs out dreamily, laying back one arm wrapped around the couch near your shoulder, the other sitting on his man spreaded lap, far too comfortable, far too soon. “I see you like the outfit I sent you to come here in '' Ran isn't ashamed when he's taking in your figure, wrapped in the tightest, shortest, skimpiest clothes he could find for you.

“H-hello, Im Y/n '' you shudder, wrapping your arms around yourself in an attempt to hide from his unwavering stare. The staring had increased your anxiety, it's not everyday that a person meets someone like the Haitanis. “I know who you are sweetheart, Infact, I know all about you” he looks at your shaken form and continues, “Im Ran by the way, Rindou and I are gonna take care of you, financially and in any way you want, isnt that what you need sweetheart?” You blink and nod slowly at him. “In turn, we want you to ourselves. Do you understand?” He lifts his hand that's near your shoulders and begins twirling your hair in between his fingers. After a few seconds of thinking it over, you ask, “What did you mean you know all about me?” you hesitantly and softly ask your question. Ran looks at his brother, almost ignoring your question, as if they weren't the ones that have been watching you for months now. “Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about. Be ours.” You notice the dangerous flash in their eyes, they were not asking you, they were demanding. You stand quickly, “Um, I think I should g-” Rindou cuts you off by standing at the door and crossing his arms. “Sit down. Now. I wont ask you twice.” At his tone you shuffle back to your seat, sitting opposite from Ran in an attempt to back away from the men. “Love.. Don't look so scared, we would never hurt you” Ran cups your face gently, holding your chin between his thumb and index finger that were adorned by shiny rings. He rubs his thumb over your cheek while holding eye contact, “We just need you to sign a little paper for us, then you can have anything you've ever dreamed of, isn't that what you want sweetheart?” Ran questions, leaning in closer, holding your gaze. “I- I don't kn-” “Sign the paper.” Ran’s fingers grow tighter around your face. “I need to think about th-” “Now.”

Rindou grabs your hand and puts a pen in it, continuing to hold onto it as it inches near the signature mark. “Right here, pretty girl.” And against your will, with a hand holding yours to sign a signature, you sealed your fate, selling your soul away to the devils in the room.

Ran had called his chauffeur to drive you home, upon the arrival of his expensive car, you weren't expecting them to hop in the back with you. Sandwiched in between the two muscular men, you tried to comprehend and digest what just happened to you. “What are you gonna have me do?” You apprehensively ask the men next to you, getting more anxious when you hear deep chuckles next to you. “You'll see” Rindou hums under his breath and traces feather light shapes with his fingertips on your knee, working his way up your thigh causing your inhale to get caught in your throat.  You’re very grateful when the car screeches to a halt. Quickly rising from your seat, you avoid Ran’s lap and open the door to hop out. Not waiting for the men in the car, you turn your heel and walk to the direction of your door, hearing their footsteps behind you. You go to shut your door quickly but Ran catches it and forces it open. “Its not very polite to slam a door in someone's face princess, but we will work on your manners soon enough.” Ran barked out at you, causing his brother to laugh much to your dismay, feeling the hotness creep its way up your face. “Oh before we forget, we will be texting you tomorrow on your first command”. Rindou added after catching his breath. You went to sleep that night, questioning everything that happened to lead you to this moment of your life. Because of those two, this is gonna be the beginning of your new everything, whether you like it or not. 

The brothers were patient with you, after all, you had been weary of them the first few weeks of being around them. At this point, youve been ‘working’ for them for about 7 months, feeling much more comfortable around them. Taking things slow, they only recently started asking you for kisses, cuddles and comfort after a long day of working. You obliged of course, it wasn't much you had to do for them in the first place. 

Theyve been paying you well, enough to make a living and be able to quit your shitty job. After really getting to know the Haitani’s and their past, they decided to take the next big step in your companionship together, and ask you to move in with them. Hesitant but ready, you move all your belongings into their penthouse and after a few days, you're finally finished. “Phew '', you sigh out, adding the finishing touches on the wall. You back away and look all around you, framed pictures covering the big wall of you and the Haitani brothers and your adventures. You smile contently when you feel an arm wrap around your waist and a few quick kisses on your nape. You giggle at the ticklish feeling and turn around to see Ran looking down at you, in a more intense way than usual. You tilt your head and look at him for a few quiet seconds, “Is everything okay..?” You ask uneasily when his eyes darken. He leans into your ear and lightly laughs, causing shivers to go down your spine, which doesnt go unnoticed by the older Haitani. “Oh its more than okay sweetheart” he rasps out and bites the spot below your ear lightly. His own heart picks up speed when he hears you whimper, blood rushes to his cock at the sound. He needs to hear more. He doesn't give you time to think when you're suddenly being slammed against the wall, a hand gripping your throat and the other grasping onto your waist tightly. He kisses you hard, his teeth clashing against your own and his tongue finding a new home in your mouth. Muffled squeaks and whines are making their way out of your throat while animalistic groans are coming from his. You place your hands against his shoulders and attempt to push him away which in turn tightens his grip on your throat. Heat pools between your thighs as you get light headed from the feeling. He pulls his mouth away from yours, a line of spit connecting you both, to admire the flushed look on your face, and the drool sneaking its way past the side of your lip at his actions. He laughs and lets go of your throat to swipe away the drool, entertained by the way your chest is heaving up and down to catch your breath. Ran pulls away from you completely and you whine at the loss when Rindou enters your vision. “Somethin’ wrong pretty?” He teases taking in your trembling form. The glint in his eye darkens when he sees his pretty angel squeezing her thighs together. The brothers both stare down at you waiting for a response. You look back at them in desperation and embarrassment, they know what you want, they just wanna hear you say it. “I… I want you both” you manage to say between their nearly predatory peering. “Want us how?” Ran questions back. “Tell us exactly what you want pretty girl” 

You whine and through your embarrassment you squeak out “Wan’ to be fucked by you both, p-please.” 

And then it happens. Youre being picked up and whisked away before you even realize whats happening. You squeal when you're tossed in the air and sink into the comfortable couch of the living room.

Rindou’s kissing you now - kissing you in like you were his favorite taste. Drinking in your breathless gasps as Ran begins unbuttoning your top, letting it fall to the floor and- 

“Fuuuck.” he lets out a low whistle, “Come look at this.”

With an almost-annoyed groan, Rindou pulls away from your sweet lips. Eyes widening as he takes in the sight of you - braless, and exposed shamefully in front of both of them, of course. “No bra?” he mutters raspily. “Always knew you were a lil’ slut, pretty.” But you knew by the way his breath hitches that he liked it.

Ran clearly did too as his mouth attached itself to your pebbled nipple, fingers pinching the other lightly. You let out short breathless gasps of air as his tongue swirls around. Rindou throws his head back as he palms his hard on through his pants and groans. He sits between your thighs as Ran lays to your side, continuing his assault on your chest. 

“I bet she’s got such a slutty pussy too Rin” his brother calls out. “Only one way to see” The poor, flimsy fabric of your short shorts didn't stand a chance as Rindou tears it in two. You squeeze your eyes shut from being so exposed, and when you dont feel touches on you at all you open them to see both men staring at your drenched panties in absolute awe. 

“Ah ah” Ran tuts, seeing the way your thighs were trying to close, holding them down he chooses to not let you have even some semblance of dignity. “Youre gonna be a good slut f’us right?”  You nod your head up and down and gasp when you feel a few kisses from between your thighs, inching higher and higher up. “Use your words sweetheart.” Ran tsks from above you. “Y-Yes I will be, please just- please keep going.” You whine, bucking your hips in the air slightly. In another quick rip your panties are discarded off of you, and Rindou taking opportunity of your distraction dives face first into your pussy. He groans at the taste, of course you were so sweet, so good on his tongue. The taste addictive as your fingers quickly pull and tug on his hair. “Shit, shit, shit” you gasp, pulling him harder against you. He moves his tongue easily against your wet cunt, sloppily, uncaring of the sting on his scalp. 

You get lost in the pleasure as Rindou sucks your twitching clit into his mouth to swirl his tongue around it, making your back arch off the sofa. “Hngh- fuck- Feel’s good.” you whine, bucking your hips wildly.

“Yeah? Ya like this?” Rindou attempts to speak, words muffled around your clit. Sucking and rolling his tongue harshly across it. Over and over again.  Your whines and gasps turn into long drawn out moans as Ran unbuckles and unzips his pants. He pulls his cock out and you gawk at his size. Long, with an angry red tip and a pretty vein that runs on the side, you see the precum sliding down the length of it as he grips the base a few times. 

“Open wide f’me pretty” you let your tongue lol out of your mouth as he grips your jaw, lowering his face to meet your own, teary eyed one before he lets a glob of spit fall directly on to your awaiting tongue. “Swallow” He demands as he strokes his shaft a few times and then groans at the sight of you swallowing obediently. He squishes your cheeks and puckers your lips from his tight hold with one hand and holds his cock with his other hand, smacking it against your mouth a few times before he lets go. Having done that, Ran’s stuffing himself into your mouth. A low hiss leaving the back of his throat as you take him so well, lips bulging around his thick cock. Tonguing at the sensitive slit in a way that makes him lose his mind. 

Gags and sputters of your breath are heard as he holds you down, waiting for you to adjust. Big tears prick the corner of your eyes as you breathe harshly through your nose, slowly bobbing your head up and down. “Fuuuuck” Ran lets out a long groan, “You like being our whore doll?” and he swears he almost cums down your throat when he feels you nod against him, continuing to let out muffled whines at Rindou’s unrelenting pace. 

Maybe it was Ran’s filthy words - so filthy even when he was calling to you sweetly. Or maybe it was the way Rindou was grinding his jaw as he plunged his soft tongue deeper into your plushy walls. Probably it was how they both looked at you - like you were their last meal. 

Because you’re cumming, and cumming so messily all over Rindou’s mouth in a long moan that vibrates against Ran’s cock causing him to shudder, and pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail as he bobs your head up and down.  Rindou pulls away and licks his lips, not bothering to wipe away your cum thats staining his chin and jaw. He pulls down his pants, tugging just enough that his swollen cock springs out, letting his thumb rub against his weeping tip that was dripping all the way down his length. 

And if you thought Ran was being mean then you weren’t prepared for Rindou at all. Not with the way he poked his swollen tip into your snug cunt. Throwing his head back he slowly inches more and more into you, groaning at the heavenly feeling of your tight walls against him. 

“Shit- s’tight, fuck” Rindou lets out a few gasps, jaw clenched, trying his hardest not to just fuck into your overstimulated pussy until you’re drunk on his cock. But damn- its made difficult for him when all he gets in response from you is a choked, wet gurgles. Body bowing into both of theirs as you desperately try to relax both your throat and your cunt.

He tightens his grip on your hips, hard enough that your pretty sure youll bruises tomorrow.

“What do you think, pretty? Want me to fuck this tight lil’ pussy? Ruin you on my cock?” 

Ultimately, the only response he gets is a wet moan.

“Awww, look at her- hah- Cock-drunk little slut can’t even speak.” is the last thing you hear Rindou say as he pushes past your ring of resistance, thrusting in deep and hard into your poor pussy. He pulls back all the way to push back in roughly enjoying the sound of your mangled moans. He hits so deep and angles his cock to hit right against your g-spot. You suck up his cock so fucking sinfully as his heavy balls smack repeatedly your ass, already so wet with your slick and his precum. 

“Fuck, youre so good.” Ran hums, the image of you choking on his cock while you struggle to take Rindou making him dizzy. Rindou continues to reel his hips back, all the way till his tip is just outside of you, before slamming back into your sloppy holes recklessly. Harsh thrusts fueled by the need to make you cum again, this time on his cock. 

Ran taps at your cheek, making you blink your teary eyes up at him, he cant help but want to match Rindou’s pace and pump your mouth full of cum. “Gonna cum all over your pretty face” Ran groans, wrapping his large hand around your throat.

He feels your moans and gasps increase as the sound vibrates around his cock- “Are- fuck- hah- are you close baby?” and all you can do is nod pathetically and cry against him. 

“Fuck, I can feel it too.” Rindou voices from behind, “Squeezin’ me so hah- t-tight” It’s his cue to reach down and start toying with your swollen clit, still so sensitive and sore from before. Drawing little circles on it, pinching with his fingers.

It was hard for them to look at your ruined form, mascara dripping down your face without cumming on the spot, you looked so utterly fucked out that it was almost painful. 

They sped up their pace impossibly fast against you. Rindou’s fingers draw quick circles against your clit, so hard and fast as he hits your g-spot with every thrust he makes. 

“Cmon- fuck- cum for us doll”

This orgasm hits you more intensely than the last. Far more intensely. You tremble in their hold and see stars behind your eyes as you drench Rindou’s pelvis with your cum. You feel them both slam into you, once, twice, before theyre both spilling into you. Ran’s taste is slightly bitter in your mouth, not that you mind when hes pumping thick hot ropes of cum into your mouth, pulling out and watching you drool it out deliriously, smearing some of it on your face with his thumb like the depraved man he is. Rindou is the opposite, keeping his twitching cock stuffed inside of you while he paints your walls white, making sure you dont waste a single drop. 

Eventually they pull out and fall against the sofa with you, catching their breaths and sweating. You're left exhausted against Ran’s arms carrying you as Rindou draws a warm bath for you, falling asleep in their hold as they clean you. You wake up groggy and sore in the morning with a note and a water bottle on your bedside. You didnt feel either brother next to you which wasnt an uncommon occurrence, as they have to wake up at odd hours of the night for club duties. Opening your phone you see a text from Rindou that read, ‘we’re sorry we cant be there when you wake up, but know we have a driver waiting for you outside to bring you here for more fun x’. You giggle at the text and pick out the skimpiest outfit you can muster, one that shows off your bruises, bites and all other marks. 

Arriving at the club you skim your eyes around till they meet Ran’s mischievous ones. You walk over to him and sit on the bar stool next to his, no words are exchanged between you both as you swirl your drink in the glass and tilt your head back to swallow it whole. 

Kakucho and Sanzu watch you closely, admiring the way your skimpy dress hugs against your curves. “Damn.. Who’s she??” The pink haired man wonders out loud. Kakucho looks away, “Haitani’s” Kakucho answers shortly, downing his own shot. Sanzu quirks a brow at him. “Which one? Jellyfish?” Kakucho sighs and looks at Sanzu, “Both of them.”

A/N: I dont think this was stupid or cringe at all, my brother in christ, we shall have a spring wedding, i hope you like this even though i went insane with it <3 luv u 2 ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎, (AND IM SO FUCKING SORRY IM SO LATE)

Free Day - Ran Haitani

Summary: Being Ran Haitanis girlfriend meant having to spent most days alone, waiting for him. So when he has a free Sunday, he makes sure to show you just how much he really missed you.

Word Count: 966 Words

Warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, slight cervix fucking (Mentioned like once) Ran and Y/N being two horny shits. 

You heard soft grunting beside you and felt him shuffling against you. Smiling sweetly to yourself, you thanked the gods, and of course Mikey, for giving him a free Sunday after working every single day for almost three months. 

You two always tried to enjoy every second you could get, but sometimes you just couldn’t help but miss him. His voice, all his crazy stories about the guys, his soft kisses, smooth hands. You missed the steamy nights you two used to share almost every other night. Now all you had were the rushed quickies in his office, between meetings and missions. 

So having him laying beside you on Sunday morning brought all the different things you wanted to do to your head. You were awake before him, shifting impatiently against his crotch, feeling his morning wood press into your thigh. Your constant rubbing and whimpering woke him up, immediately bringing a sly smirk to his face. 

“Well, good morning to you too, Princess.” He gruffly whispered against the shell of your ear, making you shudder from the sudden sound. “M-Morning Ran.” You softly said, finally turning around to face your love. Seeing his still sleep-ridden face, his hair sticking in all directions, made you sigh contently. “Need something?” he asked while looking you in the eyes. Of course, he knew what you wanted, and fuck, did he want nothing more than to finally fuck you again. 

Feeling his cock twitch against you gave you the sign of him thinking the same thoughts as you were. “Need you, Ran. Want you to fuck me, please.” now that made him moan darkly under his fastening breath. Without much hesitation, his lips were on yours. Unruly, Wild and passionate kisses were exchanged, leaving no room for you two to breath. Slightly parting from him gave him enough time to finally lift your nightdress over your head, before he threw it across the room. “Been waiting to fuck you for so fucking long, Princess. You can’t believe how hard I’d get in the office seeing your cute little pictures you send me every day.” His words had you gripping the sheets in anticipation.

You mewled softly when his fingers finally came in contact with your pussy, softly massaging your clit. You were wet enough to let him fuck you right away, but being the tease Ran Haitani is, he just couldn’t without getting you close once. It didn’t take long for you to be a writhing mess under your boyfriend, nearly reaching your high, only for him to pull his hand away completely. “Tsk Tsk Tsk. Won’t even wait for me to fuck you? Forgot all about your manners because I couldn’t teach you for a couple of weeks, baby?” You suppressed a needy whine, shaking your head. He gave you a warning look, “What did I say about using your words?” now this made you gasp slightly, before speaking, “I-I’m sorry Ran, was too eager.” 

Hearing you say that made him smile softly, as he began trailing small kisses all the way from your neck to your right nipple, not hesitating to suck the hardened nub into his mouth. You slightly arched your back, moaning quietly. You began pulling his underwear off, before you started to slowly pump his hard cock, although you didn’t really have to, because he was all ready to go. Grunting, he lowly said in your ear, “You want me that bad, huh?” which made you eagerly nod your head, whispering a small yes.

Satisfied with your needy state, he finally lined himself up with your sloppy entrance, before slowly sliding in. Making you both moan breathlessly as he bottomed out completely. The stretch still stinging slightly, even after all this time together. “Fuck, how can you still be this fucking tight, baby? It’s all for me, isn’t it? That sweet pussy of yours drooling all over my cock, hmm? Say it.” He moaned as he started to pound into you, building a steady, but fast rhythm to have you shaking in a couple of minutes. “Yes! Ha, aah... all for you ran, only yours!” You arched your back up higher this time, moaning louder, as he kept on thrusting into you, his fat tip nudging your cervix every couple of thrusts, making you scream out.

Already starting to drool, babbling incoherent sentences of mph sooo good and fffuck me s’good rannie!. That just made him growl, going impossibly faster, chasing his on impending high. He began rubbing fast figures on your clit, trying to get you to cum around him before he reached his own high. 

But one look down, seeing the white ring forming around the base of his shaft, had him spiraling down the endless lust you gave him, arms almost giving out and moaning loudly as he painted your insides white. 

Having him breathlessly moan above you, thrusts almost gone feral, the absolutely beautiful view of him coming undone above you had you cumming in seconds, screaming his name with the last bit of strength you had, uncontrollably gushing around his length. “That's fucking right, Baby. Fuuuuck... good fucking girl, always so fucking sweet for me, holy shit.” he kept on rambling, losing his mind because of you.

Finally coming down from your high he gently pulled out of you, making you wince slightly from the over stimulation. “I’m going to run you a bath, my Love, and after that fuck you again.” He said, grinning brightly while standing up, making you laugh slightly. “You sure we should take a bath then? Only gonna get dirty again...” You said, making him turn right around on his way to the Bathroom. “You’re right, better fuck you again right now.”...

Yeah, you were gonna have a very fulfilling day....

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A/N: Hey Lovelys!! Back at it again with my firts ever smut! Really hope you like this one, let me know if yall want more <3