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Hello all moots and followers. I’m sorry to say that I will not be uploading anything anytime soon. I’ve relapsed into my ED and my personal life is in shambles at the moment. I’m not sure when I’ll post again, but I promise I won’t be gone forever! Please continue to support my writing while I’m gone!
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Hello all moots and followers. I’m sorry to say that I will not be uploading anything anytime soon. I’ve relapsed into my ED and my personal life is in shambles at the moment. I’m not sure when I’ll post again, but I promise I won’t be gone forever! Please continue to support my writing while I’m gone!
I love every single one of you! It’s not goodbye, simply a see you later🤍🫶🏼
haitani ran x call girl!reader(+some bonten stuff)
summary: after someone tries to kill you to send a message to ran he takes personal responsibility for your safety. sure he's killed every house plant he's ever had, but this will be easier than that, right?
cw - drugs, smut, guns, murder, praise, degradation, dub!con, reader is a sex worker w a sick brother. ran likes you!!! likes you a lot!! too much probably, probably far too much.
1/3
Haitani Ran cuts through the smokey front lounge of the most expensive brothel in the city like the bow of a ship through waves. Men on couches, with beautiful women sipping drinks, and giggling fill the air, the tinkling music just enough to obscure general conversation.
Still, his general demeanor attracted a fair amount of attention, and of course, the fact that this brothel, like almost every establishment in this part of the city, belonged to him made his presence even more intimidating. Waitresses bow out of the way as he steps to the back, touching the Madam on her upper arm.
“Where is she?” He asks, hands in his pockets.
“Room 914.” She says, looking up at him, concerned. “She’s a good girl, highest earner here, always on time.” Ran nods.
“I’m familiar.” His violet eyes darken. “She’s not in trouble. No one touches my girls and lives to talk shit about it.” The Madam nods, and points him down the hallway. He’s not sure what he’s expecting when he walks through the door to your room, the girl whose john had turned on her when it came time to pay, but it’s not this. He pushes open the door to what was tantamount to your office, the plush pink bed covered in soft pillows, a closet full of lingerie and costumes, and you, sniffing delicately and clutching a stuffed animal to your chest. You gasp at the sight of him, of course you do, he thinks, you know who he is. “F/n?” He tries, and you visibly tremble, the tears in your eyes spilling over.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper, “Please, please don’t fire me, I don’t have anywhere else to go.” He softens immediately.
“You’re not fired.” He strides over to you and sits down on the bed. “I need to know everything you can tell me about the man who attacked you.” You take a breath, and he notes the black makeup running down your cheeks. He hands you a handkerchief, but you only succeed in smearing it around. “Stop.” He orders, and you freeze, you sweet little thing. He takes your chin with one hand, and carefully wipes the makeup away.
“He was tall, um,” you sniff, “Dark hair, but unstyled, just a mop of it. He had a tattoo of a tiger on his neck.” Ran’s brow furrows. “He said something, something I didn’t understand, about Roppongi? That he knew you.” You wipe your face again, and he notices that you’re struggling to keep one of your eyes open, that it’s clearly bruising. The redness around your neck has begun to fade to purple. “That he was going to kill me, that I was um, a warning shot.” You let out another shaky breath.
“What did you do?” He asks.
“I st-stabbed him, with,” you open one of your palms and hand him the eyebrow styling scissors, soaked in blood. “With these, but he got away.”
“Tough bitch, huh?” Ran says, meaning it as a compliment but what little light was in your eyes dulls further. “C’mere,” he says, attempting comfort, an old, cold muscle, “C’mere, baby, you’re not in trouble. Bonten takes care of their own.” You break down as he pulls you into his lap. “Baby,” he tries again, as you keep crying, wiping your face self consciously. “Baby did you think we were gonna turn you in?” You nod into him, and he gathers you into his chest more tightly. He rubs a soft circle in your shoulder, wishing he still had time to make a point to test out the new girls, like he did in the beginning, so you’d have met before these unfortunate circumstances.
“Thank you.” You whisper. “I do well here, I promise,” He nods.
“You’ll need to take a break,” He says, giving you a little squeeze, “While we find him. Do you have somewhere to go?” Your head snaps up to him, and he sees it in your eyes before you say it.
“Nowhere safe.” He exhales, still absentmindedly rubbing your back.
“You can stay with me,” He offers, without thinking about it. “Of course you’ll keep
working, then.” It takes you a moment to understand.
“Oh, I don’t mind, whatever you want.” You say quickly. “I can follow orders.”
“Of course you can.” He pats your shoulder, grinning. “Get your things.” He stands, “I’ll wait outside.” You nod, and he steps into the hallway, beckoning the woman back over. “She’s going home with me till it’s sorted out. No need to call the police.” His hand flies to the gun he keeps on his hip. “We’ll handle it internally.” She nods.
“Her regulars will be disappointed.”
“Give ‘em a discount,” Ran says, bouncing his leg impatiently. “Princess,” He drawls sarcastically, “I don’t have all day.” You throw the last thing you have into your duffel, the one you use to take your costumes and lingerie home when they need to be laundered.
“Yes, sir,” you say, with all the brightness you can muster, wearing a wool coat over your lingerie and strappy heels. “I’m ready to go.” He offers you his arm and you take it, feeling a little awkward, and self conscious of the way your face must look to passerby.
“My car is out front,” He says, “I’m driving, unfortunately for you. Women hate the way I drive.”
“I’m sure I won’t mind sir.” You say quietly, barely audible over the low jazz and the hum of conversation at the front of the house. It’s raining outside and Ran opens the passenger seat of his Bentley for you, before scooting around the car. He takes a parking ticket off the windshield and tosses it in the gutter before flopping in the front seat. The bruised side of your face aside, you really were quite pretty in the low light, as you tighten your grip on the armrest rather than complaining about the way he runs red lights, and changes lanes sporadically.
“S’not every day I get to sit with someone who I didn’t know was ready to kill for us.” He jokes, filling the silence with words. You nod.
“I um, it was self preservation, I can’t take credit for that.” You shrug. “I don’t know much about um, Bonten?” He glances at you. “It’s just a job for me.”
“I’m afraid you’ll have to learn a bit now.” He watches you shiver before making a left turn that pulls a screech from his tires. “So how does a girl like you end up in a place like this?”
“How do you know it’s not for the same reasons most girls end up in places like this?” You quip and he sighs, but takes the bait, revealing how much he’d already noticed about you.
“No track marks,” he says, “And you’re too clear headed to be into uppers, plus anyone with a real rap sheet would have bolted if she thought we’d turn her in, which you did.”
“I like xanax.” You say, crossing your arms and he laughs.
“Of course you do,” he reaches over the seat without looking and flicks your temple. ”Got too much goin’ on in there, huh?” You don’t bother trying to fight him. “Never mind, figured it out.”
“I doubt that.” You say serenely, before tacking on a “Sir.”
“Do you do that with everyone?” He asks, glancing over his shoulder before changing lanes. Your grip on the console gets tighter. “The honorifics?”
“Oh, no.” You shrug. “All the girls learn what the executives like, so that you don’t have to tell us if you decide to come by.” He can’t keep the smile from his face,
“Fuck, I love my life.” He slams on the brakes in front of a huge glass apartment building. “C’mon sweetheart, we’re home.” You reach for the door, and he shakes his head. “I’m a gentleman, please,” you can’t tell if he’s being sarcastic. The rain’s picked up, but he doesn’t jog, a few long strides closing the distance around the car and swinging your door open, offering you his arm again, like some kind of giant regency gentleman. He leads you back to the building, watching you shiver in the lobby, waiting until you’re in the elevator to speak again.
“Don’t you want to know,” he says, examining his own reflection, “What I figured out about you?” You sigh deeply.
“Yes sir.”
“That’s no fun!” He pouts, as you rocket up to the penthouse. “Engage with me.” He watches you performatively straighten, a practiced smile spreading across your face. “Nevermind, no acting with me, only real shit. That’ll be rule number one for staying at my place.” You nod. The doors swing open and he gets to watch the genuine shock as you step into his huge penthouse suite.
“Oh my god,” you look all around, from the wall of windows, to the balcony, you step out of your shoes and walk across the floor mesmerized. “I’ve never seen anything like this.” You feel his hand come to rest on your back.
“Yeah sweetheart,” he says, “Can I get you a drink?” You nod. “And I’ve got a first aid kit for emergencies.” You raise your unbruised eyebrow. “What?”
“I didn’t take you for the caring type.” You muse and his lips twitch downward.
“I have little siblings.” He says, pouring two glasses of whiskey and sitting on the couch. “I’m actually used to it.” He smirks. “So tell daddy where it hurts?” He’s surprised when you let out a shaky, honest breath.
“I’m so,” you take a big gulp of the whiskey, “I’m so scared,” your voice trembles, your hands shake, “I know I’m safe with you, sir, but I’m really afraid.” He can see it now, your eye is bad, it’s going to be swollen shut in the morning.
“C’mere,” he shrugs out of his jacket and opens his arms. You reluctantly move across the couch, still holding your drink, taking a big sip of it before leaning down against his chest. “Was that so hard?” You feel one of his long arms wrap around you.
“I don’t,” you start, “I don’t have a lot of experience asking for what I need.” He chuckles, bringing the drink to his lips.
“You don’t get to be the highest earner at a place like that by prioritizing your own needs.” He says, starting to rub a circle in your shoulder. “You get that by being observant, and versatile.” He rubs his eyes. “Did we poach you from another house? I’m trying to remember how you got hired.”
“You did.” You yawn, ignoring the throbbing of your head, drinking more, “You offered me healthcare.” Ran breaks into a wide smile.
“Subsidized healthcare for whores,” he finishes his drink, “Not even that expensive and suddenly we have the cleanest and the best girls in the city.” You nod. “Not gonna complain about me calling you a whore?” You laugh lightly, feeling the whiskey dull your pain, and warm your body.
“It’s pretty famously acknowledged that men hate listening to women nag. So I never do it when I’m working.” Ran nods slowly, scooting you off him and standing.
“We’ll see about that.” He takes the first aid kit and opens it on the coffee table, you sit up obediently and face him. He takes you in, now that he can look at you in normal light, even bruised and red eyed from crying, you were absolutely stunning. There’s something primordial about your beauty, like it’s not defined from your features, but by something burning inside you. He swallows, ripping open an alcohol swab. “C’mere.” He says and opens his palm, you lean forward, until your chin is resting in his hand. “Fucker nearly bashed your head in.” You don’t respond to that, but he clocks your little gasp of pain when he starts dabbing at the cut by your eyebrow.
“Really,” you mumble, “Didn’t expect you to do this.” It’s true, Ran could have had someone else, anyone else take care of you, he could have dropped you at a hotel, or one of the other brothels, but something, some instinct had him bring you here instead.
“When I was a kid, my brother got into more fights than me.” He explains, “I mean, no one would agree with that, because once Rin was in, I was in, whatever it was. But I got pretty used to patching him up.” A tear leaks out of your left eye, “I’m almost done.”
“Thank you, sir.” You whisper.
“You’ll make it up to me.” He says brightly, before carefully putting a little gauzy band aid over the affected area. “So, we were discussing you.”
“Were we?” You murmur, and then you remember. “Oh you said you’d figured me out.” He nods.
“Daddy issues.” He says, and you raise your good eyebrow, then wince. “Let me make some assumptions, you tell me if I’m wrong.”
“Okay.” You feel Ran’s hands move down your bruised clavicle, and push your jacket off your shoulders.
“I’m checking for swelling,” he murmurs, light touches down your shoulders. “But, you had no strong authority figures as a child.”
“Correct.” You answer.
“Maybe your mom was around, in some capacity, but daddy was always working,” You shrug.
“That’s one way to put it.” He raises his eyebrows and you sigh and continue. “My father worked in finance,”
“Rich little princess, huh?” He says, opening a new alcohol swab to dab at a scrape just below your collarbone from when the attacker dragged you across the rug.
“Apparently.” You say softly. “Till he went to prison, and my mom fell off the wagon.” Ran nods slowly.
“He screw a bunch of well meaning middle class people over or something?” He asks, slipping the strap of your lingerie off your shoulder.
“Something like that.” You inhale sharply as Ran experimentally presses the swab against the scrape, to see if you’ll squirm.
“If I asked you for something,” he says, smoothing some gauze over the cut. “You’d give it to me.”
“Yes sir,” you say, fighting the exhaustion, your head hurts, and your body aches, but you’re working, you remind yourself, it’s a job.
“So if I asked you to tell me the truth about how you were feeling right now, you would?” Your hands fly to your temples, massaging them.
“Everything hurts,” you mumble, “And now I’m exhausted, and a little drunk.” You glance over the shoulder. “Am I on the couch?”
“Nope,” Ran says, glee back in his voice as he closes the first aid kit. “My bed.” he lifts you like a child, cradling you to his chest, “There we are.” You shiver, then snuggle into the warmth of his body as he carries you across the penthouse. He deposits you on the bed carelessly, and you wince, curling into the fetal position with an arm wrapped around your ribs.
“Your ribs might be broken,” Ran muses.
“Why,” you say through gritted teeth, “Did you throw me?”
“Because if you’re not going to tell me what hurts I’m going to find out somehow, now get up you have to brush your teeth.”
“Are you serious?” You lift your head and he chuckles dangerously, enjoying the real pain and anger in your eyes.
“You still work for me.'' He says. “I’m not going to hit you, if I can help it, but it’s in your best interest not to push-” he stops when you don’t seem to be listening, your face screwed up in pain, and the last soft part of his soul tugs at him. “Alright,” he sits on the bed and rubs your forehead. “I’ll have a doctor here first thing this morning, alright,” you take a shaky breath and he sees a tear you're unable to blink away.
“This,” you press your lips together,voice tiny and tight, “This really, really hurts.” He massages his jaw, he’s not sure what he wanted, what possessed him to bring you here, what’s causing this odd protective stirring in his chest. It’s true, this was probably the best choice for Bonten, given that this man would be looking for you and causing trouble if you were anywhere else, but normally that wouldn’t have bothered him enough to open up his personal space to you.
“Why didn’t you tell me your ribs hurt?” He asks, but realizes as soon as he says it, “Oh, you want to get back to work, huh?” You nod, your eyes are screwed shut now. “Whaddya need money for, sweetheart?” He’s back to softly rubbing your forehead.
“Got a brother.” You breathe out slowly, “Sick. He needs the money.” Ran blinks at you in the darkness, withdrawing his hand. You hear him open and close a drawer and then feel something cold press to your cheek.
You open your eyes and he’s ice cold, all mirth and teasing gone from his face. You don’t move, just try to hold his gaze.
“How long have you worked for me?” He says, and you look confused by the question but answer.
“A-about eight months.”
“And where did we poach you from?”
“The silver dragon.” You answer, a slight tremor from your voice, “What did I-”
“Just answer some questions for me.” He says, pressing the gun harder into your cheek. “Did you know the man you stabbed?” You look up at him, eyes wide, “I asked you a fucking question.”
“N-no.” You breathe.
“You think you can show up here, with some sob story about a sick brother and get whatever you want from me, think I’ll let my guard down?” He still sounds calm.
“No, no please,” you plead, “I can prove it, if you look on my phone, I have pictures of us.” He nods.
“Get up.” You choke out a sob as the stabbing pain in your chest bursts forth, but struggle to your feet. He doesn’t help you, or let you lean on him, but he doesn’t push your pace as you struggle to walk back to his couch, barefoot in a silk slip, “Sit.” He says and you do, he keeps the gun to your head while he pulls your phone out of your coat pocket. “Passcode?”
“9965.” You whisper, and a shiver runs up your spine, causing pain to bloom in your chest. He clicks into your phone, it’s depressing, barely any texts, but if he opens your photos it’s true, most of the pictures are of a younger boy with whom you share several features. He looks sickly and thin, and in some of them he’s making faces in a hospital bed, posing with an actor dressed as spiderman. Ran’s heart rate calms a little, but he’s not convinced. He opens your internet history, scrolling through it.
“There’s a lot of porn here,” He muses, and the pressure with which he’s pushing on your head with the gun lessens.
“It’s not like most of my appointments are interested in my pleasure,” you keep your eyes closed, unwilling to witness your own end, “And I have to take care of myself.” He chuckles, but between the porn and occasional shopping link it’s clear you’ve been doing research on childhood illness for at least as long as he can scroll, which is 10 months. It’s a lot of detail and work to put into tricking him, especially when you couldn’t guarantee he’d even look at your phone. He pockets the device.
“This is mine now.” He says, but the only thing you really understand is that he withdraws the gun from your head. You try not to cry in relief, but end up barely biting back the sob, the pain tears at your chest. “Let’s get you washed up,” his touches are soft again, practically carrying you to the bathroom, giving you an extra toothbrush. He puts the gun away in a nightstand. You climb into his bed, scooting under the blanket, it’s a light but warm duvet. You’re making an effort to control your breathing, and you haven’t spoken to him since he took your phone. “Did I scare you?” He says, unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it on a chair.
“Yes, sir.” You whisper, and he notes that the honorifics are back. He takes his rings and earring off, depositing them in a little dish beside his bed. He steps out of his pants, and flicks the light off, the only light coming from the full moon and the city, silver white patterns from his window are painted across his bed. He hooks his thumbs in his briefs and steps out of them, laughing when you avert your eyes from the way his cock hangs heavily between his legs while he grabs a clean pair. “Modest, for a whore.” You don’t respond, shrugging then wincing at what it does to your chest. “I could give you something for the pain?” He offers, and you narrow your eyes. “What?”
“I’m trying to decide if I trust you not to slip me something because you think it’s funny.” He giggles.
“I mean it would be funny, but I’m a gentleman, and if I wanna watch a hot girl trip and lose her shit I coulda grabbed almost anyone else from your place of work on your way out.”
“You’re a gentleman?” You raise your eyebrows, “Did your mother teach you it’s polite to hold young women at gunpoint.” His eyes narrow.
“I think you don’t want to see what it looks like when I get impolite.” He says, and there’s a dark edge to his tone. Your eyes are on his tattoos as he lies down next to you, “Now come here.” You obey, ignoring the ache in your chest as he pulls you next to him. He digs in his drawer and pulls out a pill bottle, “Open,” he says, and you part your lips, sticking your tongue out. He puts a tiny blue pill out and places it on your tongue. It starts to dissolve and you watch him take one too. “Coulda left you there.” he grumbles. “Coulda just let you go home.”
“I know.” You say softly. “I was um, I was teasing you,” He glances down at you, you feel a warmth spreading over your body. “I’m glad,” you follow an impulse, “That you didn’t leave me there.” You take one of his huge hands with both of yours, and his heart flutters uncomfortably.
“So really,” He turns to you. “Not only am I a gentleman but I’m your knight in shining armor.” You sigh deeply, feeling the painkiller work its way through your system. “Say it please.”
“Say what?” You blink up at him dumbly and fuck, his stomach does a back flip. “Sir.” You remember, barely.
“Say I’m,” his head is clouding over, “Say I’m your knight in shining armor,” he needles and you squeeze his hand.
“Y-you saved me.” You mumble. “The knight thing is too cheesy, I can’t do it.”
“Then kiss me.” He demands, and you obey, struggling to prop yourself up. He leans down impatiently, pressing his lips to yours with a desperate hunger, not caring about the little whimper you make at the pain of this position. He only pulls away when you’re breathless. “Heal up.” He says, leaning over and kissing your forehead in an oddly caring and soft way.
“Mhm,” you agree, drifting off to a peaceful sleep, the medicine fogging your mind. Ran watches you for a while, amazed at how quickly you relax even with the drugs. They take longer to hit him, and he laces and unlaces your fingertips, plays with your hair, even presses gently on the bruises on your body, just enough to pull a sleepy whimper from your lips, determined to find your weaknesses before you find his.
You wake before him, nestled against his chest, your head tucked under his chin. You don’t stir, don’t move a muscle, every part of your body aches, from your ribs, to your face, to your neck. Ran’s got a tight grip on you, and he’s snoring softly. His alarm goes off a few minutes later, though and he smacks it with one huge hand, groaning. He sits up and examines you blearily. Overnight your bruises have gotten worse, you’re still pretty, but half your face is fucked, the bruises extend down from your eye to the corner of your jaw, and your neck is dappled with darkness and burst blood vessels. You hum softly and he rubs his eyes.
“I’m gonna shower,” he says, “Our doctor will be here in an hour, and then I’m going to work, and you’re gonna stay here.” You nod. “Don’t get into my shit.” he warns and you shrug. “You can order whatever you want for lunch,” he digs through his wallet and puts a black card on the nightstand.
“Can I have my phone back?”
“No.” He rolls his eyes.
“How will I order, then?” You bury your face back into the pillows and he thinks about it. “I’ll leave you a burner phone.” He opens a drawer and tosses you a blank cell phone. You nearly don’t catch it and he chuckles at you. “Stay put for a sec.” He jogs out of the bedroom, still in only his lavender briefs. He comes back a second later with a few bags, he’s got frozen peas, some frozen ore-ida french fries, and a bag of frozen pineapple. “Ice that shit.” He orders, “Twenty minutes on, twenty minutes off,” he eyes you warily. “I’d tie you down but you’re gonna have to use the restroom, huh.” You nod, and he sighs deeply, taking his phone out and putting it to his ear, “Can I get two decent guys up to my penthouse in the next half hour, need them to watch a girl for a day. Tell them it’s a cushy assignment, a chance to ah,” he grins evilly, “Impress me.” You resist the urge to roll your eyes, but he still regards you warily while finishing the phone call. You press the peas to the side of your face and wince at the temperature. Ran puts the phone in the crook of his neck,
“Hold on a second,” he says. “Hey, dummy,” he snaps at you, “Gently.” You nod, and he rolls his eyes, annoyed, “Yeah, I got a girl who’s never put ice on a bruise before to deal with,” he says to the person on the other end of the phone, ignoring you as he slips more pillows behind your back. “Yeah, I told her she was dumb already,” He pats your head with one huge hand, still talking to the other guy as he disappears into the bathroom to shower. You relax against the pillows, curling up into the fetal position with the bag of frozen peas on your face. Ran come back in half an hour later, and you’ve got the pineapple bag on your neck.
“What a good girl,” he coos, condescension dripping from his words, “But you’re missing your ribs, are they swollen?”
“I, I don’t know.” You respond more quietly than he expects. He narrows his violet eyes and comes to your side of the bed, pushing you gently onto your back and removing the pineapple bag. “Sir?” You crane your neck to see what he’s doing as he peels the blanket back and then lifts your dress. You gasp at the sight of your skin, you knew you were injured, but the nebula of bruises and the slight swelling shocks you. Ran seems unphased, pressing lightly on the bruise, just enough to make you whimper.
“They’re not broken.” He murmurs, almost to himself, then remembers you, “But don’t fucking move too much, alright?” He stands, “Jesus.” He digs through his drawer, taking the bottle of pills and leaving one on the nightstand, shoving the bottle into his pocket, “Can’t have ya doin’ anything stupid.”
“Yes, sir,” you chirp, just a slight degree of mocking to your voice. He furrows his eyebrows, but doesn’t admonish you. He leaves shortly after that, in some monstrosity of a pastel suit, and no tie, a thin silver chain visible around his neck. You take the pill, and nearly don’t notice when two men come in, talking loudly.
“He said she’d be sleepin’ but we gotta make sure no one gets in here,” one of them says, “Oi,” You stir, opening your good eye. “Mr. Haitani said you should be icin’ your shit.” You sit up and turn to face them, hearing their collective intake of breath at your face.
“Jesus, sweetheart,” They’re both tall, broad and tattooed, one blonde, one dark haired. “You alright?”
“No,” you almost whine, “Where’s the doctor?”
“Runnin’ late.” One of them takes the iced food away and brings something else from Ran’s freezer. You hold it to your face as a tear leaks from your eye. Neither of the men talk much, which is fine, with the pill you’re drifting in and out of consciousness. You wake a few hours later, and an extremely hurried doctor pronounces you injured, hairline fractures on your ribs, no orbital fractures, and gives you a few painkillers that you’ll have to take with water, and that he tells you not to mix with alcohol or drive on. You scroll through the burner phone, then look up at the men.
“Um, he said I could get lunch?” They blink at you. “Do you want lunch?” You take the black card off the night table, “I was thinking um, burgers, or something?”
“Yeah, sure.” One of them says, and you hand them the phone and let them put their order in through the app, then add your own and put in the card information. You lay back, with the ice numbing your bruises.
“Can um,” you close your eyes, “One of you wake me when the food gets here?”
“Sure, honey.” One of them quips, and about an hour later you’re vaguely aware of an argument in the living room about which one of them should go down to get the food, because they both were supposed to stay up in the penthouse, when you hear the doorbell ring. It strikes you as odd for a full second. You hadn’t given the delivery person anything but the building address, no indication of the floor they should come to. Instinct overrides your terror and you fumble for the gun you saw Ran put away the night before. You hear a quick shout, and the smashing of furniture, as you stumble out of bed and click the safety off, holding it out in front of you.
“Stop,” you cry quickly, and the severity of your situation becomes clear. One of the men Ran left you with is bleeding on the floor, having been caught off guard, and the other is grappling with a much larger man, who has him pinned. It looks like two intruders have broken in, with the second stalking towards you, both with matching tiger tattoos. “D-don’t move.” You say, cursing your stutter. “I’ll, I’ll shoot you.”
“Stupid fuckin’ bitch,” the man snarls, and you can see something wild in his honeyed eyes, while his companion chokes the life out of the last conscious bonten member. “Put it down.”
“I will shoot you.” You plant your bare feet on the ground, unaware if you're dizzy or just swaying a bit from the drugs. What happens next you’re not entirely sure, even though you’d be asked to recount it many times. He lunges for you, and you squeeze the trigger a couple times, squealing at the noise it makes even with the silencer on the end of the weapon. The recoil makes pain explode in your hand, but when you’re out of bullets, no one is standing anymore. You sink, shaking, to your knees.
The man who lunged for you and his companion are both bleeding out on Ran’s expensive looking oriental rug.
“Oh my god,” you whisper, “Oh my god.” Almost on autopilot, you fumble for your cell phone, and find only the burner. You hover over the 9 for 911, but stop yourself, instead dialing the only number that’s saved.
“Haitani,” You hear.
“M-m-mr. Haitani,” you choke out, and Ran’s frowns at your tone, standing and walking out of the room he was in. “They, they came here for me and-”
“Are you hiding?” He interrupts, grabbing his coat and signaling to a few of his men to follow him.
“N-no,” you stammer, “I might have,” you can’t hear your own voice, you’re faraway from your own body. “I might have done something.” He’s in the elevator at this point. “Y-you know the gun in your nightstand?” He laughs. “Please don’t.” You beg.
“If you shot one of my men they get to shoot you,” He quips, “Thems the breaks.”
“No,” you swallow, “M-mr. Haitani, I shot,” the joy melts from his face as his car pulls up in front of the offices. “I shot them, the um, the people breaking in.” His eyes shoot open and he barks out a laugh.
“Don’t touch anything.” He says. “Don’t even move or breathe too much until I get there, understood?”
“Yes, sir.” You choke out, sinking to the floor again and sitting there. You’re not sure how long it takes for him to burst into the room with a few men, not sure how long you sit on the floor, dizzied and nauseated by the scent of iron. Ran strides into the room and surveys the damage, then looks at you, small and broken, on your knees holding the gun. He leans down, pressing his finger to one of the men’s neck before standing again with a little huff.
“Well, that’s that then.” You burst into tears. “Aw princess, don’t cry,” he coos, and reaches for you, “Let’s get you cleaned up,” He turns to his men. “And you, clean this up. I wanna know how the fuck they got up here, and I want to know yesterday. Clear?” The men nod, “They alive?” he asks about the bonten men and one of them groans. “Hey bastard,” Ran snaps, “Whatever rank you were, this bitch is now your fucking boss,” you’re still crying softly, wondering if he means for you to take his extended hand. He looks back at you, annoyed, and then plucks you off your knees, lifting you to a standing position. He takes you to his bathroom and helps you strip, you’re still bruised, and high, and a little concussed. “Gonna keep crying even if I tell you to shut up?” You nod, giving him a little hiccuping sob.
“S-sorry.” You choke out and he nods, turning the water on and kicking his shoes off, stepping out of his pants. “What are you d-doing,” you say wiping your face.
“We’re gonna burn anything that you were wearing,” he says, “Same for me, since I touched you, alright, but you’ve got blood on you so let’s get into the shower.” He’s a little impatient, tugging you into the steam. You cover yourself at first, nonsensically but he doesn’t peel your hands away. Instead he reaches for a bottle of soap. It smells like sweet almond oil, and he cleans himself first, washing his hair, his face, his shoulders. He notices the way you keep your attention up at his face, nearly ignoring his cock.
“I’m a shower not a grower,” he quips, and you sniff, still reeling. “Alright,” he takes a pump of the soap, “Okay, let’s just,” he starts on your shoulders, dexterous hands moving over your aching muscles, a bit of red running down the drain as the blood washes off of you. His hands dip lower quickly, and he pushes your hands away from your breasts. He groans softly at the feeling of them in his hands, running his thumbs over your nipples and squeezing them, delighting in the way you squirm, your breath evening.
“W-what’s gonna happen to me?” You whisper, and he shrugs, moving his hands lower, barely stopping at your waist before he slips them behind to cup your ass.
“I like a bitch who takes care of herself,” he squeezes at the soft flesh. “Because it means if I take that away, you don't have anything left but me.” A shiver runs up your spine. “I’m gonna keep you,” you feel his hand dip between your legs, “And you don’t get a say in the matter,” he crouches a little so that you can look him in the eyes. “Does that feel good?”
“A little,” you get out, as he parts your folds with one long finger, you can feel the cool of his rings as the warm water drips between you.
“You’re afraid of me?” He asks, eyes serious for a moment.
“Y-yes sir,” you press your lips together, “I sh-shouldn’t have taken your gun, I’m s-sor-” He cuts you off with a chuckle.
“If you hadn’t taken it you’d have just bled all over my sheets while you died.” He shrugs. “And I wouldn’t have appreciated that. I’m glad you took it.” You swallow. “Are you glad,” he asks, and you gasp softly as he slips a finger inside you, “That you killed those men?”
“N-no,” the tears burn in your eyes, “I didn’t mean to.”
“That’s what I thought,” he leans down and presses his lips to your forehead, “You’re just a good girl, caught up in something bigger, huh?” You nod, feeling the way he presses up softly against that spongey spot inside you. “Such a sweet little thing,” he muses as you draw a shaky breath, he knows what he’s doing, knows how to pull soft music from your lips, “Adorable little mouse caught in a trap.”
“Ah,” you close your eyes, sighing, and he moves you, pushing you up against the cool black marble of his shower.
“Since you’re such a good girl,” he repeats, “And you don’t wanna hurt anyone, I’ll take care of you, alright, daddy’s gonna make those bodies disappear,” you sniff, he adds a second finger, pulling the softest moan from your lips. “And in return, you’re gonna do everything I say, how does that sound?”
“It sounds,” you can’t think clearly, “It sounds, um,” you gasp, he scissors his fingers inside of you and you feel the pain dully in your ribs, “Sounds um, thank you,” you close your eyes leaning against the cool tile wall, lost in the drugs, in the feeling of his thumb rubbing soft circles around your clit.
“Just say yes, daddy,” he taunts and you let out a soft whine.
“Y-yes, daddy,” your back arches off the wall of the shower.
“You’re too high to fake shit with me right now,” he feels your legs start to tremble and you nod, “But it’s not allowed, understand?”
“Yes,” you feel the hot coil in your stomach tighten as he picks up the pace, “Yes, daddy.”
“Such a good girl,” he exclaims, dripping in condescension, examining you clinically. You’re bruised, and out of it, your eye is swollen shut to the point that you’re avoiding the gentle fall of water on the purpled skin. “My good girl.” You nod, whimpering. “You’re mine,” he repeats, “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” it comes out soft, and high pitched as he fingers you roughly.
“Cum for me, then,” he says, leaning further down and kissing your neck as you cum on his hand, gushing around him and crying softly, so overwhelmed with emotion and sensation that your knees buckle. He catches you handily, helping you into a soft white towel and laying you down in his bed. “Open.” He says and you obey mindlessly, letting him place another pill on your tongue, a different one, that makes your world so fuzzy at the edges that consciousness slips from you quickly. He gets dressed and strides back into his living room. The bodies are rolled up in rugs, the blood is gone, and Ran’s gun is sitting on the table, wiped clean of fingerprints.
“Did you need to fuck the girl first?” He hears, and Rindou walks out of his half bathroom, wiping his hands on a towel. “Was it absolutely necessary for you to fuck the girl.” Ran grins evilly.
“Would you be proud of me to know that for once in my life I was an unselfish lover?” Rindou retches.
“No,” He takes some black latex gloves from his pocket. “So what, you had to-”
“She was too injured to stand on her own in the shower,” Ran explains impatiently, striding to the kitchen and pouring himself a drink. “Why are you here, exactly?”
“Can’t I be worried about you, my only brother?” He says, crouching next to one of the bodies, pulling out one of their wallets. “This is,” he frowns, looking at the ID.
“What’s up?” Ran quips, joining him.
“The address on here isn’t a real place.” Rindou murmurs. “Because it’s the apartment building next to the one we grew up in in Roppongi.” Ran’s brow furrows. “And they tore that down a few months ago, I think.”
“Someone trying to send us a message?” Ran says, quirking an eyebrow. Rindou nods. “Well,” he draws himself up to his full height. “I’m gonna beef up security.”
“What’ll you do with her?” A smile plays on Rindou’s lips and Ran scoffs.
“She’s mine now.” He shrugs. “Shiny new toy for me.”
You don’t see Ran again until later, you wake alone in his bedroom, stomach growling. You stumble to the living room, half high, half awake, and Ran is waiting for you, sitting on the couch on his laptop.
“You’re up,” he says, lifting his head, watching you look around blearily. “It’s all gone, baby, all clean in here.” You nod, hands trembling. “Come here.” He pats the couch and you wince sitting down next to him. “You still need your brother's hospital bills paid?” He asks and you nod, letting him pull your body into his chest. “Consider it taken care of. You’ve been promoted in our organization.” You look up at him and he takes a big black gun from a shoulder holster. “C’mon,” he takes your hand and arranges it on the handle correctly. “Like this.” You bury your face in his neck.
“I don’t want to hurt people.” You mumble, and he feels your lips move against his clean shave.
“You need to learn how to use this.” He says calmly, “Focus for me.” He watches you direct your attention fully to his large hands on the gun. “This is a safety,” he clicks it on and off, “When you’re not using it, you leave this on.” You nod. “We’ll getcha some practice.” You take his arm, and he looks at you, surprised. You press your whole body up against his side, nuzzling into him.
“Thank you for not just killing me.” You whisper. He shrugs.
“You’re useful.”
“I want to um,” you blink up at him, eyes round. “I want to be useful to you.” He laughs.
“You’re in absolutely no shape to suck me off.” He gives your knee a little squeeze. “I’ll give you the chance to make it up to me sweetheart,” he leans over and presses a kiss to your forehead. “After all, I own you now.” You swallow. It’s true, he has the bodies, the evidence, the power, not to mention he’s the one with a gun.
ღ SYNOPSIS. you’d do just about anything to please your husband, especially on his birthday.
ღ CONTAINS. fem!reader, husband!ran, bonten!au, praise, slight alcohol mention, love-making, ran being pussydrunk/pussywhipped, slight breeding, daddy kink, pet names of “doll” and “princess”, cockwarming, and some fluff :(. 18+ mdni.
ღ WORD COUNT. 2.2k
ღ AUTHOR’S NOTE. THANK YOU @bvnnichuu FOR BETA READING!! where would i be without you? i just wanted to conjure up something cute and simple for my baby daddy’s (belated) birthday🥺 trying to get back into the swing of writing.
listen to the first half of this song, i just think it fits the vibe idk!!
May 26th; Ran’s birthday. You had been preparing for the day for almost a month now, trying to conjure up any piece of information regarding what he wanted as a gift. He's humble—too damn humble. He would always tell you with a smile on his pretty face that he didn’t want anything, that having you is enough. Of course, being as stubborn as you are, you still decided to opt for a present. You wanted him to feel as special as he makes you feel.
It’s currently a few hours past dawn and you’re in nothing but an apron, cooking up a light breakfast for your affectionate husband. You make sure to diligently flip his omelette while keeping an eye on the toaster to ensure that the bread inside doesn’t burn.
“Up early, baby?”
Ran’s raspy morning voice startles you. You assumed he was still sleeping so that you’d be able to wake him up with breakfast in bed. The sounds of sonorous pan-clanging and your sweet humming voice must’ve caused him to awaken. He wraps his lengthy, yet toned, arms around your waist, the feeling of his bare chest creating liminal heat against your bare back.
“Mhm, I wanted to make you some breakfast for your birthday.” You respond, shifting slightly to plate his food. He backs away to place a kiss on your cheek while murmuring “thank you,” into your ear as his eyes scan the ceramic plate filled with food. “All this for me?”
Of course it was, you always treated your husband like he was some sort of heavenless angel, despite his gruesome way of making income. It didn’t matter as long as he treated you amorously, he could do just about anything and you’d still love him.
A soft “mhm” reverberates from your throat as you move to the dining room to set his things down. “I tried not to make too much because we have reservations later tonight and—Oh!” You shuffle quickly to the coffee maker, turning it on and placing a mug under it. “I almost forgot your coffee, Ran. That's what you get for distracting me.” He chuckles at your quiet hmph.
It was so cute how much you doted on him, you were always like that, and it felt good to you to have someone to care for, even when he insists he can do it himself.
You were just what he needed; someone who’d love him despite his hardships and remind him that, at the end of the day, he’s still human.
He sits himself down at the table, watching as you make your way to him with his coffee in your hand, made just how he likes it. “C’mere, doll” He pats his thigh and after you put the mug onto the coaster, you settle yourself on his lap, facing him.
Pretty doe-eyes lock onto his downturned lavender ones. “You’re not gonna eat anything, sweetheart?” He queries, to which you shake your head. “Already ate.”
The hand rested on your waist nestles between your thighs, his nimble fingers carding through your folds while his thumb takes purchase on your clit, slowly circling. “T-thought you were gonna eat?” You rasp, trying not to give into the pleasure just yet. “I am, baby; need t’get you all wet to cockwarm me.” The fingers by your heat quickly make their way under the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down enough so that his rigid length springs free. Every time he’d whip his cock out, you’d get immense butterflies in your stomach at just the sight. He was so long with the perfect thickness and a crown that gleamed mauve, you practically drool at the sight.
You move your hands to his shoulders for leverage as you hover above his cock. He sets both his large hands at your hips and pushes you down, letting out a hiss once the warmth of your taut pussy engulfs him.
The rest of the morning is spent against his chest, hearing his heartbeat as he eats while trying to remain still in his lap. Every so often, he’d bounce your hips up once or twice to tease you, he found palpable joy in watching you get needy for him.
The morning sun dissipates into a brighter, warmer luminescence as the afternoon hits. After breakfast, you both decided to sleep in a bit until it was time to get ready for dinner. As much as Ran hated to admit, he was extremely high maintenance. He’d always been meticulous about his appearance which caused him to take almost as long as you to get dressed. He made sure his earrings matched his cufflinks, his suit was pressed and tailored accordingly and not a hair was out of place. That’s what you loved about him; he always looked like money, and smelled fucking rich.
“Princess,” He calls, fiddling with the fabric around his neck. You were caught up in applying your mascara but through the mirror you could make out his silhouette. “My tie?”
He’s more than capable of doing it himself, he does it plenty of times for work but it was something about the way you’d tie his tie that made his heart swell, you looked so cute all focused.
No time was wasted when you went up to him, taking the fabric from his hands and pulling him down to match your height more accurately. While you loop the tie and tighten it, you find it hard to take your mind off the fact that the man that dawned over you was so very fine — beyond the word attractive, and the scent of his signature Yves Saint Laurent cologne wafting through the air only made you dizzier.
“‘m all done.” You say meekly, dusting your manicured fingers over his broad shoulders to get rid of any impurities. A chaste kiss is pressed to your lips as he mumbles out, “Thank you, baby.”
After 15 minutes of adding the final touches to your looks, it was finally time to get on the road. you had paid his personal chauffeur to make the commute from your Roppongi apartment to a restaurant deep within the heart of Shinjuku, possibly an establishment already owned by Bonten.
Dinner went exceptionally well. You had reserved a private room for the two of you and were treated to all sorts of dishes and expensive wines. It was relieving to finally find a day where Ran wasn’t busy with work or handling other business, it seemed even luckier that that day was also his birthday which made the plans you had set for him play out smoothly.
“Happy Birthday, Ran.” You raise your glass upwards toward him and he clinks his own against yours, a soft, pure smile quirking at his features. “I appreciate it, sweetheart.”
Now at home and in the comfort of your bedroom, you slowly slip off the silk dress that hugged your figure, revealing to Ran who was seated at the edge of the bed, the lilac colored lingerie that seemed suspiciously similar to the set he had once stated he’d love to see you in. A low whistle is sounded from him as he stands up and slowly treads to where you’re located by the vanity. “And just when I thought the night couldn’t get any better. You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you, princess?”
Heat grows within your core as his hands trail up and down your sides while he simultaneously dips in for a kiss, slotting his tongue between your plump and glossy lips. He deepens the kiss and swirls his tongue around yours, good enough to the point where you don’t notice how he hooks his hands under your knees. Pulling you up to carry you, he lays you down on the bed, hovering over your frame.
You’d been concealing your neediness for the whole day and finally, as his fingers hook under the lace of your panties, you could drop the facade. He slides the undergarment down and off your legs before spreading them and situating himself between your thighs, eyes fixed on the gleam of your slick folds.
“So fuckin’ wet for daddy, hm? Needed me that bad?”
You nod desperately, hole clenching around nothing as his breath fans against it. “Mhm, j-just wanna please you, daddy..”
A smirk pulls at his lips before he’s delving his tongue into your core, fucking it in and out of your fluttering hole. His nose nudges at your clit unintentionally and you can’t help but cry out at the pleasure. “Daddy! too good!”
He picks up his pace, replacing the sensation of his tongue with his nimble fingers, plunging two of them inside you and curling them up against your walls. You place your hands in his hair, slightly tugging on the purple strands as he wraps his lips around the nub of your clit, sucking gently.
With every gentle swipe of his tongue and motion of his fingers, it urges you closer until you physically can’t take it, the build up of the coil within you snapping as you cream over his digits. He pulls his lips away, still fingering you through orgasm. “One more, baby. Give daddy one more.”
You comply, nodding your head and allowing him to ebb on another singe of pleasure for you. The overstimulation causes your thighs to twitch and cunt to clamp down around his dexterous fingers that continuously reach deeper inside your walls, bullying that same spot. Ran uses his thumb to circle at your sensitive clit while he gently kisses the expanse of your inner thighs.
“So pretty, baby. All mine.” His whispers are hushed into the plush fat that safeguarded the haven his fingers were stuffed in. “All yours, daddy. No one e-else’s.”
He smiles at that. The fact that no matter what, you’ll always be his. Even if the thoughts you voice are just mindless babbles of pleasure; To hear that you’re only his creates a torrent within him.
It took no time for your orgasm to build up inside you when he consistently praises you over how well you’re doing for him. Docile hymns of “That’s it, baby” and “You can take it” are bounced off the four walls that made up your bedroom. Your mind is too occupied on the sensation that your orgasm hits you unexpectedly, a slew of pitchy moans being let out in its onslaught.
He slowly removes his fingers from your core, popping the digits into his mouth and moaning at the taste of you. “So fuckin’ sweet, doll.” He leans over to place a kiss to your lips where you taste the saccharinity of your own essence.
Briefly, he pulls away to remove the articles of clothing that confined his hard, leaking length. You watch, only growing needier, as his nimble fingers fumbled with loosening his tie, unbuttoning his shirt and doing away with the pesky belt at his hips. From the fervent look in your eyes, he could tell that you were beyond desperate for him.
He flips you over onto your stomach while stroking his rigid length in one hand before lining himself up with your hole. His body is practically flush against yours, safe for him resting his weight onto his forearms on either side of your body. “R-ran..” You wince, feeling his cock stretch you out slowly as he sheathes himself within you.
You’re tight and extremely warm. Ran couldn’t get over how your pussy always seemed to welcome him in the best way, and with the position you’re both in, it’s only that more enjoyable.
Out. In. Steadily, slowly.
The pace he set was intimate, as if he were savoring the feeling of you wrapped around him. Shallow groans and labored breaths are fanned against your ear when he decides to gradually pick up the pace. You grasp at the pillows beneath you in an attempt to ground yourself, brows furrowing and eyes shut from pleasure.
“I love you, baby. Y’mean the world to me.”
His larger hands rest atop yours, fingers intertwining between your own. His groans slowly morph into soft moans as he slurs and babbles into the crook of your neck, drunkenly.
“..Love you so much.”
“You feel so good.”
“Can’t live, fuck, without you.”
“I need you. I need you so bad.”
“Don’t leave me, please.”
Every vocable he spewed sunk into the next and fueled the ecstasy within you. “N-never gonna leave you, daddy. ‘m yours forever.”
Ran liked that word; forever, because forever never existed to him. Nothing in his life was constant until he met you, the person who kept him going, who encouraged him to be a better man. In a way, you were his forever.
His breath hitches and you can tell from the faltering of his hips that he was close, just as you were. One of his hands shifts from yours to in between your legs, rubbing at your clit. “Cum for daddy, baby. Make a mess.”
And you did just that.
There's a visible translucent white ring at the base of his cock when you finally let go, your moans being muffled into the pillow. He follows suit soon after, coating your insides with his seed.
There’s comfortable silence in the time that it takes for him to untangle from your limbs and flip you over into a new position.
It’s his day, and he’ll take advantage of your gratuitousness. Who knows? He might even breed you until your tiny hole can’t take another load. Pretty sweet gift, right?
A/N: Sorry if it's sort of written weird haha I’ve been gone for a while, I promise to do better. I'm sorry part 3 took long, Life got crazy and I took a break to focus on my mental health, but I am back and ready to keep working on this story! Also I'm sure many of you have noticed that I'm bontenswrath and not tomansprincess anymore 😅 I changed my theme and like it a lot better. Anyways enjoy the chapter!
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Previously on I’ll Protect You
“Let’s go make her our friend” he says, while turning to give his taller friend a small smile.
While Y/N was sitting under a tree looking through her previous notebook, the two blonde boys didn’t go unnoticed by her. Although she immediately recognized who she was sure was Draken.
What gave it away? The dragon tattoo on the his temple.
How could she forget her best friend's tattoo? There were only two boys she knew with the same tattoo on their temple: Mitsuya and Draken. They were the reason she decided to tattoo her neck. Even while she was away, she never stopped thinking about them- any of them.
The moment she saw the two boys walk in her direction she wanted to get up and run away, she couldn’t face them after leaving them for four years without ever saying a thing to them.
How could she ever explain to them what had happened..? They’d surely never want to speak to her again. But to her luck, she was frozen on the ground, just looking down into her notebook hoping- PRAYING that they wouldn’t go up to her.
Thanks to her quick thinking, she pulled out a face mask from her bag and quickly put it on, deciding that she wouldn’t acknowledge them and they (hopefully) wouldn’t know who she was, since she wouldn’t show them her face.
“Oi.”
She just chose to ignore the tall boy, although Y/N knew fully well that he was speaking to her, hoping they would just go away if she ignored them long enough.
“OI!” he repeated louder, he knew that this girl was purposely ignoring him.
“Ne ne Kenchin~ you don’t yell at girls.”
So he really was Draken, she wasn’t dreaming- wait… that means that the other one was…
“Eh? She’s clearly ignoring us, maybe she’s hard of hearing Mikey, gotta get her attention somehow.”
Manjiro. God it had been so long since she last saw him- he had grown so much (clearly not height-wise). His hair was longer now, she wondered if they even remembered her.
Without realizing Y/N’s eyes were glossed over with tears, which were threatening to spill over as she stared at the two bickering boys.
“ Well you’re the one who- O-Oi! Are you crying?”
“Aww. Look what you did Kenchin, made a girl cry~” pouted the shorter male
At the sight of seeing you cry, Draken felt like the biggest dick in the world. He knelt in front of her all embarrassed and let out a sigh.
“M'sorry for yelling at you, didn’t think it would make ya cry.” he apologized while softly putting his hand on top of her head to reassure her that he was indeed sorry.
Quickly wiping her eyes and letting a smile take form on her face, “No no, you didn’t make me cry. You two just remind me of people who are really close to me. No need to apologize.”
That soft moment didn’t last too long as Mikey pushed Draken over and got right in the girl's face, just inches apart.
“Me too?! I remind you of them too?” he just seemed so excited for no reason at all. A small smile tugging at her lips. This really was Mikey, his appearance may have changed, but he surely was the same. Slightly ruffling his blond hair she let out a chuckle.
“Yes, even you midget”
Mikey’s eyes just widened at the nickname you had given him, while Draken held his hand up to his mouth to contain the laugh that was caught in his throat.
“Midget? I’m taller than you!" he pouted and crossed his arms, quickly smirking in her direction, "You sure have balls to call Tomans commander a midget. I like you, you got spunk. What’s ya name?”
Slowly putting her notebook bag in her bag and zipping it shut, Y/N stood up and with her finger she pointed at her neck tattoo, “Just call me Kitsune”
“Kitsune... You do seem like the sneaky and quiet type, it suits you” Draken spoke up first
“Kitsu-chin, now you’re our friend. Ken-chin’s and mine o-”
“How many times to I gotta tell ya to not call me by that fuckin name Mikey??”
“Awe~ Come on Ken-chin you know you secretly like it-”
“I DO NOT!”
The blonde duo’s bickering was cut short when a familiar laugh filled their ears, a sound that stirred up emotions in both boys that they had long forgotten. A sound that jogged their memory and squeezed their hearts. It was definitely a bitter-sweet moment for them, but nonetheless they both stared at this stranger who they had befriended not too long ago with eyes of ‘awe’.
At that moment, Mikey and Draken knew that they needed to know more about you and they would figure out exactly who you were.
Mikey ESPECIALLY wanted to know why your mere presence felt like home, how you somehow manage to captivate him in a short time yet feel as if he had known you all along.
“Hey, wanna come with us?” the short blonde finally manage to speak up,
“Where?” Both Y/N and Draken asked. The masked girl was curious, where as the gentle giant was hoping his commander wasn’t dumb enough to invite this stranger to where he was thinking.
“A little meeting~ Ken-chin and I were actually on our way there, but got caught up seeing you kick some guys ass.”
Y/N immediately felt her face heat up knowing her two best friends had seen her fight. “Y-You actually saw that..?”
“Yeah we did. Mikey was the one who insisted we came to talk to you after that. I gotta say, I’m impressed, it’s not common for a girl to kick ass the way you did. You even used Mikey’s signature kick.”
“Which was badass!” Mikey interrupted
Y/N felt her face heat up once again hearing the little praise the boys were giving her, of course she knew she used Mikey’s kick. He was the one who taught her how to fight after all.
“Sure~! It’s not like I’m doing anything.” Y/N chirped out, following the blondes who had already started walking towards their destination.
“By the way, my name ISN’T Ken-chin, it’s Draken.”
“And I’m Manjiro Sano, just call me Mikey though!”
“Kenny and Jiro, got it~!” Y/N giggled out, as she walked in between both males. Her all too familiar nicknames made the hairs on their neck rise, and for a moment Mikey felt the wind get knocked out of him, while Draken’s eyes widened ever so slightly.
Who was this girl? Why did she seem so familiar to them? Why is it that after all these years this stranger made them feel and remember things that they had long forgotten, not because they didn’t care, but because remembering their dear friend hurt.
She had left, she had disappeared for years and no one knew where she went or if she was still alive, and that hurt. It was an indescribable pain that had lingered within them for years.
Yet, in a matter of minutes this girl, who they now knew as ‘Kitsune’, managed to tug at their heartstrings and as they walked towards the shrine, the sweet melody of her laugh eased the hole in their soul better than any drug could.
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And there it is folks! Toman's duo and Y'N finally meet after years! I'm sorry it seems a bit short, I've been gone for so long I have yet to ease up back into my writing.
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Could I request a scenario where Bonten members react to their S/O having SH scars and its the first time they see it? Also WELCOME BACK!!!!
Bonten's reaction to S/O self harm scars.
Characters: Mikey, Sanzu
Content: You were always careful to not wear clothing that revealed your scars, what happens where you boyfriend sneaks in the shower with you and sees what you've desperately been hiding?
- fluff, slight angst, mentions of self-harm.
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Manjiro Sano "Mikey" ::
You're boyfriend had been out and about busy with Bonten things for a new nights now, it wasn't uncommon to not see your boyfriend for days so you were slowly getting use to it. The clock had just struck midnight and you had gotten up to get ready for bed. You normally waited for Mikey to come home, but once it was midnight it your sign that he would once again stay at headquarters for business.
As you did your nightly routine and finally stepped into the steamy shower you didn't even hear the front door open. Mikey was finally home. He roamed the living room in search of you. "Baby?" he called out- no answer. He walked into the bedroom he shared with the love of his life- YOU, and heard the water running. He smiled softly and slowly opened the bathroom door, careful not to make noise and start stripping off his clothes. You weren't even washing your hair, just standing in the hot, scaling water eye the scars that covered your body. Arms, legs, chest, stomach. It made you angry, but it also made you sad. You didn't even notice Mikey in the bathroom.
He slowly opened the shower door and saw your whole body red, painfully red. "Baby what the fuck?!" He quickly shut off the water and turned you around only for his eyes to widen. As soon as you saw his reaction you pushed him and turned around again, feeling your heart thump against your chest. How had you not heard him come home? How come he didn't text you saying he was coming home tonight? All those thoughts faded away as you felt him wrap his arms around you.
"Baby?" he didn't really show any emotion anymore, but you could hear it in his voice. He was worried. He glanced down and saw your marked body. It made his heart drop, then everything made sense to him. Was this why you always wanted to have sex in the dark? why you refused to hear anything that would show skin? Why you refused to shower together with him? "Baby, you know I love you right? I love every part of you. I love you the way you are. I promise I'd never judge you baby. I want you to be able to trust me when you feel down, when you feel like doing that."
At this point your tears were flowing down your cheeks, you couldn't help but feel so blessed to have him worry about you. You knew it was wrong of you to hide it from him, knowing he was bound to find out eventually. You turned around and hugged him tightly. "I love you Mikey... I'm s-so sorry.."
"I love you too Y/N" I'm gonna take a few days off, I told Sanzu to handle things while I'm gone." He stroked your wet hair and kissed the top of your head. You both stepped out of the shower and he wrapped you in a soft towel, helping you finish your night routine and as he laid you down on the bed he kissed you, softly and tenderly.
"I love you so much baby. Please talk to me when you feel upset, share your burdens with me the way I share mine with you. " and with that you nodded your head in agreement and fell soundly asleep in his arms.
Haruchiyo Akashi (Sanzu) ::
It was a rough day for Sanzu, he had to deal with some fuckers who were leaking Bonten intel to a rival gang. He just wanted to go home to you and have you in his arms. he would never admit it but he loved the way you would run you fingers through his hair. It would make his worries melt away instantly. Just being with you made his stress melt away.
“Princess~ I’m home!” He called out as he set his keys and katana on the table. He looked around to see if you were in the living room, but you weren’t.
He walked around the house to see if you were hiding and waiting for him so you could scare him. You did this often so it was the first thing he thought you were up to.
“Baby?”
*sniffle* - he froze. You were crying? Why were you crying? Did he do something to upset you? Did he forget an important date? Did you call him or text him? Immediately he pulled out his phone to check if you had tried to reach him multiple times, but there was nothing. So why were you crying- alone?
His mind was racing, what could he have done- what could’ve happened to upset you? He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard a small ‘clank’ fall onto the floor. He opened the door as soft as he could to not startle you and his heart broke.
There you were sitting on the floor, mascara running down your cheeks. Scars covering your legs and arms. His eyes set on the small piece of metal that you had dropped seconds before he opened the door.
“Baby what the fuck are you doing?” He ran to you and picked up by your shoulders, shaking you to regain your senses.
“ANSWER ME NOW Y/N! WHAT THE FUCK. WERE YOU PLANNING TO DO!?” he knew it was fucked up of him to scream at you, but damn he was scared. Were you planning to do why he thought you were going to do? Do you give yourself all those scars that littered your beautiful body?
“I-I-I’m so s-sorry H-Haru!” you instantly clung to him, sobbing into his white-button up. You had a rough night, you had ran out of your medication and all the dark thoughts plagued your mind in such a short amount of time. You knew he was out on a mission today and didn’t want to bother him, much less blow his cover by you calling him.
“Baby… what’s wrong, talk to me- please.” Sanzu was scared shitless, you were shaking, gripping his shirt like your life depended on it. He hated seeing you like this. He picked your up and made your legs wrap around him. He looked down to were the sliver was laying on the ground and kicked it away.
You knew he was scared, you felt his hands trembling as he was carrying you. He sat on the bed with you sitting on his lap, using one hand to caress your back., helping you calm down.
After a few minutes of crying into his chest, you had calmed down. The tears had dried, along with the mascara that painted your flushed cheeks.
“I’m sorry Haru. I didn’t mean to scare you like that. I ran out of my medication...”
“What happened, what were you doing with that?”
You took a deep breath and explained to him what you had done in the past, resulting in your battle scars that painted your figure. As soon as you finished, you looked up at him and felt like crying again. His beautiful eyes were filled with tears and he was biting his trembling lip.
Sanzu couldn’t believe how strong you were, how much you had endured to feel like you had to hurt yourself to feel anything but bad. He hugged you tightly and took a shakey breath.
“I love you. I love you so fucking much princess… I’m sorry you felt that way. I’m sorry you still feel that way. But please don’t ever do that again, you have me. I know I’m not perfect, but I’ll do anything to make sure you’re safe- even from yourself.”
“I love you too Haru… I’m sorry baby, I promise I won’t do it ever again.”
That night he held you so tight and so close. You knew he was terrified to lose you that way. He kissed your arms, legs and told you sweet words in your ear.
From that day forward he offered to take you to a doctor and if you wanted therapy to help you. Of course if you wanted to. He always made sure to take care of you and never feel upset. Even if he wasn’t perfect he tried his best to be- for you.
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Could I request a scenario where Bonten members react to their S/O having SH scars and its the first time they see it? Also WELCOME BACK!!!!
Bonten's reaction to S/O self harm scars.
Characters: Mikey, Sanzu
Content: You were always careful to not wear clothing that revealed your scars, what happens where you boyfriend sneaks in the shower with you and sees what you've desperately been hiding?
- fluff, slight angst, mentions of self-harm.
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Manjiro Sano "Mikey" ::
You're boyfriend had been out and about busy with Bonten things for a new nights now, it wasn't uncommon to not see your boyfriend for days so you were slowly getting use to it. The clock had just struck midnight and you had gotten up to get ready for bed. You normally waited for Mikey to come home, but once it was midnight it your sign that he would once again stay at headquarters for business.
As you did your nightly routine and finally stepped into the steamy shower you didn't even hear the front door open. Mikey was finally home. He roamed the living room in search of you. "Baby?" he called out- no answer. He walked into the bedroom he shared with the love of his life- YOU, and heard the water running. He smiled softly and slowly opened the bathroom door, careful not to make noise and start stripping off his clothes. You weren't even washing your hair, just standing in the hot, scaling water eye the scars that covered your body. Arms, legs, chest, stomach. It made you angry, but it also made you sad. You didn't even notice Mikey in the bathroom.
He slowly opened the shower door and saw your whole body red, painfully red. "Baby what the fuck?!" He quickly shut off the water and turned you around only for his eyes to widen. As soon as you saw his reaction you pushed him and turned around again, feeling your heart thump against your chest. How had you not heard him come home? How come he didn't text you saying he was coming home tonight? All those thoughts faded away as you felt him wrap his arms around you.
"Baby?" he didn't really show any emotion anymore, but you could hear it in his voice. He was worried. He glanced down and saw your marked body. It made his heart drop, then everything made sense to him. Was this why you always wanted to have sex in the dark? why you refused to hear anything that would show skin? Why you refused to shower together with him? "Baby, you know I love you right? I love every part of you. I love you the way you are. I promise I'd never judge you baby. I want you to be able to trust me when you feel down, when you feel like doing that."
At this point your tears were flowing down your cheeks, you couldn't help but feel so blessed to have him worry about you. You knew it was wrong of you to hide it from him, knowing he was bound to find out eventually. You turned around and hugged him tightly. "I love you Mikey... I'm s-so sorry.."
"I love you too Y/N" I'm gonna take a few days off, I told Sanzu to handle things while I'm gone." He stroked your wet hair and kissed the top of your head. You both stepped out of the shower and he wrapped you in a soft towel, helping you finish your night routine and as he laid you down on the bed he kissed you, softly and tenderly.
"I love you so much baby. Please talk to me when you feel upset, share your burdens with me the way I share mine with you. " and with that you nodded your head in agreement and fell soundly asleep in his arms.
Haruchiyo Akashi (Sanzu) ::
It was a rough day for Sanzu, he had to deal with some fuckers who were leaking Bonten intel to a rival gang. He just wanted to go home to you and have you in his arms. he would never admit it but he loved the way you would run you fingers through his hair. It would make his worries melt away instantly. Just being with you made his stress melt away.
“Princess~ I’m home!” He called out as he set his keys and katana on the table. He looked around to see if you were in the living room, but you weren’t.
He walked around the house to see if you were hiding and waiting for him so you could scare him. You did this often so it was the first thing he thought you were up to.
“Baby?”
*sniffle* - he froze. You were crying? Why were you crying? Did he do something to upset you? Did he forget an important date? Did you call him or text him? Immediately he pulled out his phone to check if you had tried to reach him multiple times, but there was nothing. So why were you crying- alone?
His mind was racing, what could he have done- what could’ve happened to upset you? He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard a small ‘clank’ fall onto the floor. He opened the door as soft as he could to not startle you and his heart broke.
There you were sitting on the floor, mascara running down your cheeks. Scars covering your legs and arms. His eyes set on the small piece of metal that you had dropped seconds before he opened the door.
“Baby what the fuck are you doing?” He ran to you and picked up by your shoulders, shaking you to regain your senses.
“ANSWER ME NOW Y/N! WHAT THE FUCK. WERE YOU PLANNING TO DO!?” he knew it was fucked up of him to scream at you, but damn he was scared. Were you planning to do why he thought you were going to do? Do you give yourself all those scars that littered your beautiful body?
“I-I-I’m so s-sorry H-Haru!” you instantly clung to him, sobbing into his white-button up. You had a rough night, you had ran out of your medication and all the dark thoughts plagued your mind in such a short amount of time. You knew he was out on a mission today and didn’t want to bother him, much less blow his cover by you calling him.
“Baby… what’s wrong, talk to me- please.” Sanzu was scared shitless, you were shaking, gripping his shirt like your life depended on it. He hated seeing you like this. He picked your up and made your legs wrap around him. He looked down to were the sliver was laying on the ground and kicked it away.
You knew he was scared, you felt his hands trembling as he was carrying you. He sat on the bed with you sitting on his lap, using one hand to caress your back., helping you calm down.
After a few minutes of crying into his chest, you had calmed down. The tears had dried, along with the mascara that painted your flushed cheeks.
“I’m sorry Haru. I didn’t mean to scare you like that. I ran out of my medication...”
“What happened, what were you doing with that?”
You took a deep breath and explained to him what you had done in the past, resulting in your battle scars that painted your figure. As soon as you finished, you looked up at him and felt like crying again. His beautiful eyes were filled with tears and he was biting his trembling lip.
Sanzu couldn’t believe how strong you were, how much you had endured to feel like you had to hurt yourself to feel anything but bad. He hugged you tightly and took a shakey breath.
“I love you. I love you so fucking much princess… I’m sorry you felt that way. I’m sorry you still feel that way. But please don’t ever do that again, you have me. I know I’m not perfect, but I’ll do anything to make sure you’re safe- even from yourself.”
“I love you too Haru… I’m sorry baby, I promise I won’t do it ever again.”
That night he held you so tight and so close. You knew he was terrified to lose you that way. He kissed your arms, legs and told you sweet words in your ear.
From that day forward he offered to take you to a doctor and if you wanted therapy to help you. Of course if you wanted to. He always made sure to take care of you and never feel upset. Even if he wasn’t perfect he tried his best to be- for you.
