i’ve got a few more weeks of college left so i’ll be taking a short break to focus on school so don’t expect regular updates for any stories until end of may🙌
the next day, you invite ran over to your house so he can help you study for your exam. he's sitting on the floor, back against the wall with his knees up, whilst you are on your bed, laying down as you face him.
"try that flashcard," you slightly bent your body over the bed frame and pointed your index finger to the orange flashcard on the floor. ran leans forward and picks it up, clearing his throat before reading the question, "how do plants get their nitrogen fro-"
"from the air right?" you cut him off and he looks at you, nodding. "um, let me think, just give me a moment..." you hum allowing your brain to focus, "something about a triple bond.... does that count?"
ran shakes his head, "answer the full thing otherwise I won't reward it to ya."
"ran, cmon!" you groan whilst he shook his head, tutting rhetorically, "nah, answer it."
"give me a hint at least."
ran drops his eyes to the flashcard before moving them back up to you. "you were right about the triple bond. something about energy too-"
"oh! plants do not get their nitrogen from the air because nitrogren atoms have a triple bond which is very strong and hard to break, takes lots of energy to break those bonds which makes it difficult for plants to split the nitrogen molecules in order to get raw atoms it can use."
ran looks at you in disbelief, relief flowing through him that he dropped outta school because his mind couldn't comprehend all this useless knowledge.
"i hate science so much, when will i ever use the knowledge of plant molecules and shit in real life," you scowl as you spoke, hopping off your bed and moving on the floor where ran was. you lean forward to grab all the loose flashcards that were splayed all over the floor.
you also noticed how silent ran was being and how this isn't usually like him. "why are you so quie-" the words died in your throat when you saw where his eyeline was at. you look down, seeing your cleavage on display as you leaned forward to grab the flashcards.
"you're such a perv," you grab onto his face, squishing his cheeks in the process and moved it to the side so he was staring at the wall. "what?" ran smiles , "they just happened to be in my line of vision,"
"yeah and my fist is going to be in your line of vision too if you do that again," you say while frowning, acting annoyed even though your body was tingly at the thought of ran staring at you in that way.
"won't happen again," he says in a sing song tone which from the numerous amounts of times you'd heard that tone in the past before, you knew he was lying, "im serious ran. how would you feel if i looked at your dick all the time."
"well-" he was about to speak till you cut him off, "actually don't answer that." you knew his answer was going to be perverted the second you saw that grin on his face. "you need to leave, i need to study now."
"what? i can't stay and watch you study?" ran pushes his back off the wall so you were both sitting facing each other.
"won't you be bored though?" you ask and he shrugs. to be frank, he would never be bored in your presence.
"i like your company," he admits and you feel heat crawling up your cheeks. "o-oh okay." you mentally slap yourself from getting flustered so easily, he didn't even say anything worth getting you acting this way. ran haitani's charm is something you'll never get used to even though you've known him for years on end.
you stand up, dusting your clothes before sitting on your desk, grabbing your notebooks and starting to write away. meanwhile ran just watches you from the other end of the room.
he thinks you look stunning, and all you're doing is studying. he doesn't know what's up with him recently. first jerking off to your voice at 3am, now watching you while you study.
am i being a creep? ran thinks, shuddering at the thought of him becoming some perverted weirdo. he just needs to be so close to you at all times, touching you even in a non sexual way. just like a hand on your shoulder, or your waist, or your ass-
"could you pass me the yellow highlighter?" your voice cuts him out of his thoughts and he's glad you did. the last thing he wants is to get a boner in your room with you inside. humilation at its finest.
"um, sure." ran reaches over to your pencil cases that dropped on the floor when you were on your bed. he grabs the yellow highlighter and tosses it to where you're at. your eyes were still fixated on your notebook since you half expected him to stand up and hand the highlighter to you like a normal person.
so you could only imagine the sudden shock when the highlighter hits you right in the face, "ran what the fuck!?" you bring your hand up to cradle your eye and ran stands up, "oh shit, i didnt-" he stops himself while laughing.
"it's not funny! my eye hurts." you plant your heels on the floor and scoot your chair away from your desk. "ow, ow ow," you stand up and all traces of laughter fade away from ran's face, "yo, are you good?" he stands up and rushes towards you so quickly.
"it hurts ran," you say as you cover your eye. ran stands infront of you, grabbing your chin to lift your face up to his. "remove your hand," he speaks and his tone is stern. you keep your hand on there, disobeying him.
he grabs your hand and gently lifts it off your face, eyes scanning over your face to assess the damage done. you could almost laugh at how serious his face looks right now. in fact, you did. snickering before grabbing your stomach with both arms, "i can't believe you fell for that!"
ran clenches his jaw and it makes you laugh even harder. "you do care for me," you fake pouted as you continued to laugh. "i'll shove that highlighter down your throat," ran finally speaks and you laugh even louder.
he gets sick and tired of you laughing at his expense and picks you up, tossing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, "ran? what are yo-"
before you could even finish, he tosses you onto your bed, covering your entire body with the covers, "keep laughing while you suffocate."
you managed to squirm your way out from his grip, the covers falling onto the floor. "you're just a sore loser ran."
he rolls his eyes, "don't even do that to me again."
"do what?"
"i really thought i hurt you man, it was scary," he admits and your eyes widen "ran- i know you'd never hurt me." you sit up and crawl towards him, resting your head on his lap. you shift on your side so you were facing upwards.
ran's hand comes down and rests in your hair as he looked down at you. "i'd never hurt you. but i'd hurt anyone that hurts you ok?"
you nod, taking his hand in your hair and placing it on your cheek and you nuzzle it, “i’ll hurt anyone that hurts you too ran.”
you say and at this moment, ran’s never felt softer in his life. just looking at your sweet innocent face turned something in him. the feeling resonating deep down inside his chest to protect you. never let anybody hurt you. never let anybody touch you.
this is the moment ran haitani declares you’re his. you belong to him. once he gathers the courage to ask you out.
so you could imagine his shock when he sees you a week later, hand in hand with a boy as he kisses the top of your head before entering the building.
ran’s face twitched as he saw the look in your eyes as you watched him disappear into the building. you sighed dreamily before spotting ran across the street and waving to him.
ran simply lifts his hand to send a wave back. you look both sides before crossing the road, panting by the time you reach ran. “how long you been standing there?” you ask, taking a moment to catch your breath.
“not long,” he says, “who was that?” he gestures with his chin over to where you were standing not to long ago. “that’s my boyfriend. he sent me a confession letter in my locker like 4 days ago and asked me out.”
“so you just said yes?” ran asks and his tone startled you but you ignored it. “well yea? what’s the big deal?” you say in the exact same harsh tone ran gave you. ran ignored the way he felt when he saw this bitch boy touch your hand & kiss you. “never mind. congratulations i guess,” ran sends a fake smile before walking down the street.
you noticed that was a little out of character for him but shrugs it off. thinking it’s nothing.
“did you know she has a fucking boyfriend now?” ran speaks angrily into the phone. rindou yawns before responding, “yeah i know, what’s the big deal?”
“and nobody fucking tells me shit?!” ran is shocked the fact that rindou knew before him, “when did you find out?”
rindou thinks, “like 4 days ago. i was there with her when the letter dropped out from her locker.”
“what?”
“she opened the letter, and told me it’s a love confession. at first she was unsure and i told her to go for it since this is probably like the first and last time she’ll get one,” rindou starts laughing, “she got mad at me for saying that, then got jealous at the amount of love letters i receive. it’s actually funny cause a girl gave me a love letter like 10 minutes before the locker incident-,”
“rindou. stay on topic please.” ran’s voice was gruff as he spoke and rindou forgot he’s been rambling off topic the entire time. “sorry,” rindou apologises, “but anyway, i told her to accept it, so she did and met him after school. now bam they’re dating.”
ran stills on the other end of the line, “so this was your fault?”
rindou stiffens, “yes..? no.? i don’t know. wait-why does this even matter?!”
“cause i like her! you fucking idiot!” ran loses his temper and rindou stops speaking. “oh… OH SHIT! BRO IM SO SOR-,” rindou’s voice is cut off because ran hangs up the phone.
ran breathes in deeply as he walks back home. the fact you didn’t even tell him you’re dating someone. do you not trust him with information?
ran slowly feels you slipping away from his grasp, now you have a whole ass fucking boyfriend ? it hurts, every footstep he takes makes his chest feels heavy.
Hello there! I really love your works! The one Ran Haitani angst with a pregnant reader , actually was filled with emotions to be honest... You can feel stab on Ran's chest all throughout the whole story.. Keep up the good work! Also if ever you feel comfortable or if you want to do it, can you please make a Part two of the Baby Trapping fic with Kakucho? Like, what if she was actually Izana's cousin all along who came from the Philippine and while she started working in Japan, she also tried to find Izana, unknown to her about her cousins death. As the two stayed longer on being "together", Kakucho began to realize how much the reader and Izana are alike appearance wise. Kakucho then asked one day, "You don't look like you are a local here" Then reader so happened to have hope that maybe Kakucho would let her go if ever she explains her situation, and that she is finding her beloved cousin that might be in Japan explaining her Aunt's (Izana's mom) situation with Mr. Kurokawa. Realizing she MIGHT really be Izana's relative... Maybe then he should really keep her, this time he really is sure now that he REALLY does need to keep you ALL to himself :))) You don't have to do it... If you can't or you don't want to.
I LOVE THIS OMG!!!!!!!
btw guys don't hesitate to leave any requests as long as you want, i don't mind <3, feel free to be anon too.
baby trapping pt 2 || kakucho
cw: 18+ mdni , slow burn , angst , sort of fluff near the end , prostitution ,
you winced as kakucho pulled out, his cock head hitting your thigh as small beads of pre cum drip out from the tip staining your thighs and the bedsheets. it's been like this almost every day. you've been trapped here for a month. maybe 2? you've lost count after the first few days.
you were just exhausted at this point. you'd also given up all hope of leaving here alive. this was your life now, just a cum dump for this man.
you shifted onto your side as you engulfed your body in the blanket. kakucho watched as you completely hidden yourself from him under the covers. he knows it will take a while for you to adjust to him, but he still can't help feeling a little bit sadd y'know. he's taken you in, treats you well, buys you shit. but you refuse it all. whenever he wants to cuddle with you after sex, you refuse and shake your head, rather cry in the sheets alone than allow yourself to be cared for.
whenever he bought you something, you'd ask for him to put it in the corner. inside that corner was filled with the other shit he bought you. you didn't even touch it.
he did feel like you were being ungrateful. the way sanzu treats his women is straight up awful, even kakucho feels bad for them sometimes. kakucho and kokonoi are probably the only 2 who care for their women.
ran haitani just kicks them ouut after he's fdone with em. rindou doesn't even care about women, he doesn't want one, says he doesn't need one. same with mikey. sanzu is ruthless. he's a killing machine. the amount of gunsshots heard from his end is crazy.
treats them like toys. that's why kakucho thinks you're being ungrateful. you better be grateful that you ended up with kakucho rather than sanzu. you'd probably have been dead a long time ago.
a part of you was grateful at first— which sounds sick in itself. but as time went on, you think you’d rather be dead since your entire sole purpose on earth right now is to satisfy this man.
you wiped a tear from your face as you cowered under the sheets. body still slightly twitching from the orgasm he gave you not long ago. you heard shuffling and movements come from next to you, then your body was exposed with the cold air as kakucho lifted the sheets from your body and slid into bed next to you.
he wrapped his arm around your waist, and dipped his head in your shoulder before he drifted off the sleep. you couldn’t even bring yourself to acknowledge him. you hated him so so so much.
+
not long after, you had fallen asleep and kakucho woke up and kissed your forehead gently. you looked so beautiful. he’s so addicted to you. he wants you to be his forever. he just wishes that you didn’t meet him like this.
he knows you still can’t stand him and a part of him can’t really blame you. what he was doing is sick, disgusting and beyond humane. but what’s done is done and he’s too addicted to you to let you go.
something about you, just seems so familiar. it’s been killing him. he’s been studying your sleeping face almost everyday. trying to figure out what it is. the more he stares at you, the more he’s determined to find out.
you slowly lifted one eye open and saw kakucho staring directly at you. he looked away quickly but he’s already been caught. “why are you looking at me?” you asked, sort of scared but kakucho sensed your panic and placed his hand on your waist to still you and sort of calm you.
“relax, you just looked familiar. which is strange cause i’ve never met you before.” he paused for a moment before speaking again. “tell me about yourself.”
you paused and looked down. “do i have to?”
“no. i’m just curious. i’d like for you to tell me, but you don’t have to.”
you stayed silent again before turning over. “i want to go back to bed.”
she still hates me. kakucho thought and sighed. it’ll take a lot longer than he thought. he could however just ask koko to find out info about you, but he genuinely wants to get to know you better and he wants to do it the right way.
he’s going to get you to warm up to him. it’s not impossible, after all guilt is already rising in his chest the more he keeps you with him.
+
you notice kakucho is acting strange. the past few weeks, he hasn’t been sleeping with you. which in itself is a relief to you, you hated being him cum dump. he always kept cumming inside you which made you anxious that you’d get pregnant with this man’s baby— which would be your biggest fears.
so when kakucho was out. you would sneak out and go into one of sanzus girls rooms asking if they had any Plan B pills, and they handed them to you. they had loads in deck because sanzu didn’t want them to get pregnant. it would ruin the fun one of the girls said as they mocked his voice.
ever since then, whenever kakucho came inside you, you always had the pill on hand that you hid secretly. as time went on, you were worried that kakucho thought that you weren’t getting pregnant yet and you were scared that he would do something to fix that issue, or find out about the pills.
but he didn’t do anything. he didn’t even sleep with you. you were so confused. he had to be planning something didn’t he? he gave you more freedom, letting you leave his part of the house but you were not allowed to go outside.
not like you could anyways. everything in this place was coded with keycards and finger prints to open up certain doors. it was all too confusing for you, so you never attempted to run away.
with your new found freedom, you left his side of the penthouse and went over to where the other girls were at. you all became friends almost instantly since they all understood what the other was going through.
it was sort of wholesome.
and the more the girls praised you for getting kakucho, made you be more grateful that you were stuck in this predicament with someone like him. if you had sanzu or ran, you should be fearing for your life.
one day, kakucho came back home and you stood up and greeted him. which made him blink a bit in confusion since you never not even once since you came here initiated conversation.
“how was your day kaku?” you sent him a small smile and he was even more confused. you gave him a nickname now? “it was okay…” he responded awkwardly… unsure what to take of your new behaviour.
“when you were out, i um, made you some dinner, just in case you came home late and was hungry.” you pointed to the stove, the food was on the cooker, boiling at low heat.
“oh thank you,” he placed his arm around your waist and kissed your forehead and instead you leaned into the kiss???? kakuchos mind was going haywire. this wasn’t right. but he didn’t question it.
“i’ll plate the food out, just take a seat.” you walked back over to the kitchen and started to dish out the food onto two plates. kakucho followed your orders and sat down at the table. not long after, you came back with two sets of food.
“i didn’t poison you if that’s what you’re thinking. i see the look on your face.” you stated, “here you choose a plate.”
the look on kakuchos face wasn’t because he thought you’d poison him, in fact that thought never even crossed his mind. it was because you’re being nice to him so suddenly.
kakucho picked a plate and you sat on the opposite end of the table. it was silent as the two of you are eating and you kept on looking at him from the corner of you eye.
you put your fork down and took a deep breath. “you wanted to know more about me right ?”
kakucho nodded, “yeah because the more i stared at you, i realised you didn’t look like you was from here. so i just became interested.”
“i’m actually not from here.” you gave him a small smile, “guess where.”
kakucho put on his thinking face, “is it abroad?”
you shook your head, “nope.”
kakucho studied your face even more, trying to make out your features because he could’ve sworn to God that you looked so familiar.
“i’m from the philippines. i moved here quite recently because i got a job offer here.”
philiphines? kakucho let out an exasperated chuckle hearing that word which made you raise your brow a bit. “what’s so funny?”
“no it’s not funny. it’s just that, i had a friend who was from there.” he explained and your eyes widened. “no way. where are they now? i’d like to meet them.”
“he’s, um. dead.”
your words died in your throat. “oh i’m so sorry.”
“it’s alright. i’m sure he would’ve liked to meet you too.” he reassured you and the smile was back on your face. “i had a cousin here actually. he moved here when we were quite young so i haven’t seen him in over,” you paused to count the last time you’d seen izana. “in like 24 years maybe?”
“holy shit.” kakucho responded, “would you like to see him? i can find out where he is for you.”
your eyes widened, “can you really?” kakucho saw the look of hope in your eyes and nodded, “yes i can.”
“oh my god, oh my god,” you repeated over and over.
“what’s his name? i’ll ask koko and he can find him for you.”
“izana kurokawa.”
….
….
all mirth on kakuchos face faded away. he was frozen almost which made you confused but never questioned it. “i-i gotta go.” kakucho stood up abruptly which made you jolt a bit. you watched as he stormed out of the house.
he didn’t return for another few hours, but when he approached you, he said, “come with me.”
you nodded, standing up from the bed and following him as he led you outside and to the elevator. for the first time in months, you’ve been outside this shitty place.
“kakucho— where are we going?” you asked as he led you inside his drivers car. “to meet your cousin.”
you weren’t ready for what you were about to see.
you were confused when they suddenly pulled up near an alley way. “kakucho?”
“just trust me.” he responded and opened the car door. you stepped outside and followed him as he led you further into the alley. your stomach was churning the more you walked.
kakucho suddenly stopped walking and you looked around. “kakucho..? where’s izana?”
kakucho took a deep breath before pointing to the floor. you saw a pile of ash with an earring on top. “what?” you took a moment before realisation hit. “he’s dea-,” you couldn’t even finish your sentence. bile forming in the pit of your stomach, threatening to fall out.
you gagged for a second before holding your hand over your mouth, “please tell me this is a sick joke..” you grabbed onto kakuchos blazer and gripped it tight, “kakucho, tell me.”
kakucho looked down, you watched as his adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed. “unfortunately it’s not. he died 12 years ago.”
the verbal confirmation is what did it for you. you dropped to the floor, tears already falling from your eyes as you sobbed near his grave. “how— why— who?” the tears just kept on falling as you asked these questions.
you noticed kakucho was more silent than usual. he took a deep breath before dropping down next to you, cradling you in his arms. “cry it out, it’s okay. i did the same 12 years ago.”
you felt weak as your body drained all energy from you as you cried into your hands. your sleeves were soaked.
“he got shot 3 times because he protected me. it was a man called kisaki. he’s dead now though.” kakuchos voice was breaking, “it was all my fault- he died to save me. i should’ve been the one to—,” he cut himself off and took a deep breath.
you didn’t know much of the situation but you knew that kakucho had been blaming himself for years on end for this. you knew he needed comfort, but never got it. just looking at the way his lip was twitching made you realise he’s never gotten over this traumatic incident.
you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a hug. “it wasn’t your fault kakucho.” his breath was shaky by your ear as he held back his tears. “izana was so strong, the last time i saw him, he may have been only 5 years old, but i knew he was a strong willed person. he never did things without a reason,” you pulled back from the hug, cupping both of kakuchos cheeks, “this isn’t your fault. izana knew your life was worth more— he did this for a reason.”
you watched as more tears started to spill from kakuchos cheeks and you brought your thumb up to wipe them away. “i know this has been eating you alive for years, but not anymore. i’m here for you kakucho. it’s what izana would’ve wanted.”
kakucho nodded silently before crying into your shoulder. you held him close as he sobbed away, doing your best to reassure him. you knew his death affected kakucho more than it did you.
you had every right to be sad, but kakuchos pain was on a different level. you could tell by the way kakuchos crying right now that izana was his bestest friend. years of friendship thrown away so quickly.
kakucho pulled out of your grip and wiped his eyes. “thank you yn.” he smiled at you before standing up. “i brought you here because i wanted you to mourn his death but i couldn’t control myself i’m sorry.”
“don’t ever apologise for this. you needed this more than i did.” you grabbed onto his hand. “never hold your feelings inside, it’ll just bottle up and explode one day. promise me that you’ll come to me whenever you feel sad.”
summary - you really want to go abroad for the summer, but your grades fucking SUCK, so your parents won’t allow you to until you get them up. you were so ready to focus on the rest of the year until you get partnered up with Rindou Haitani. The boy that comes into school once every blue moon. And to make matters worse, it’s a project where participation counts. So now it’s your job to harass Rindou into getting his shit straight.
tags - enemies to friends to lovers , angst , crack , college au, eventual smut , fluff.
"I'm going to school," you spoke out as you walked past the kitchen, putting your school shoes on by the shoe rack near the front door.
"Wait—," your father called out from the kitchen, waving his hand as a gesture for you to come sit down next to him. You groaned before stubbornly making your way towards him.
Yes you were still mad at him. Who in their right might wouldn't be mad at him?
Once you entered the kitchen, you set your bag down on the table, and faced him. "Yes?"
Your father flinched from the serious tone you gave him. He missed it when you were his sweet little girl- one that ran all the way down the stairs the second you heard the front door open. The one that hugged him and wished him goodnight everyday.
You and him have barely said more than 5 words to each other since you found out the truth and it's been eating him inside. "How are you today?" He asked and you shrugged, "Fine? I don't know."
The kitchen was silent, the only noises were the sounds of the eggs in the frying pan as your mother cooked. You were also mad at her. The tension in the house had been so thick ever since the incident. The relationship with your so called mother had changed. Especially the fact they hid such a dirty secret from you, and also lied to you about their jobs.
You felt betrayed. You also felt like your entire life was a lie. The money your parents had been giving you as allowance was actually yakuza money. Not to mention, your biological mother was off somewhere living her life, whilst you were stuck here. You just felt mad at everything and everyone. Excluding Rindou.
He helped you through everything, texting you late at nights when you couldn't sleep. Holding you so tightly whenever you both met up and reassuring you that everything would be okay and he's never going to leave your side.
Just thinking about him has a small smile growing on your face at the kitchen table. Your father's eyes widened when he saw your smile, thinking it was for him. You noticed the look of happiness in his eyes and quickly shut it down, "I'm not smiling for you." Your eyes narrowed as you spoke.
"I'm going to be late for school. Bye." You stood up from the table and exited as fast as the conversation at the table ended. Your father sighed in defeat before turning to your mother, "I don't think she'll ever forgive us."
"I don't blame her. It was a pretty heavy thing to find out, especially this far into her life." Your mother spoke as she brought the frying pan to your father, dropping the eggs onto the plate. "18 years, finding out something as heavy as that."
Hearing this your father placed both hands on his temples, clearly stressed out. Your mother sat down next to him, rubbing his arms, "give her time— she can't hold a grudge forever."
Oh yes you can. You listened to the conversation from outside the kitchen door. You'll show them. You don't need them.
You slammed the front door shut, adjusting your school bag on your back as you walked down the street to school. Before turning the corner to where your school was, you contemplated whether you should go or not.
You really weren't in the mood after this morning. That awkward kitchen talk just pissed you off. You looked behind you, contemplating whether you should walk over to Rindou's house instead.
School or Rindou?
School or Rin-
Before you could even finish your sentence in your head your heels already turned the opposite way, heading straight for his house. Right now, he was probably the only one that could calm you down.
Another 5 minute walk, you arrived at his front door. Motorcycle parked out front meant that either he was home, or it was Ran home. You said fuck it and knocked on his front door, waiting for someone to open.
Ran opened the door after a few minutes, his eyes droopy as if he just woke up. His normally tidy hair sectioned into braids now unbraided. flowing past his shoulders as his baby hairs stuck up as if they had been affected by static electricity. "What are you doing here?" He asked, voice deep as if those were the first words he uttered his morning.
"Sorry if I woke you" you apologised quickly, "Is Rin home?" Ran nodded and stepped out of the way, allowing you entrance. You sent him a small smile before removing your shoes and heading straight up to Rin's room. "Rin? It's me, can I come in?" You asked as you knocked on the door.
Rindou muttered a yes and you opened the door shutting it behind you. Rindou was stood infront of his mirror combing his hair. You snickered as you watching him struggle. "Let me help you, come." You grabbed his hand and sat down on his bed. Rindou sat on the floor between your legs as you started to comb his hair. "What style today?"
"Don't care, do whatever you want." He shrugged and you nodded, gathering all his freshly combed hair into a small bun. "You look so cute." You cupped his cheeks and leaned forward to kiss his forehead. "Shut up," he muttered, but you could feel his ears heating up at the compliment.
"My father spoke to me today," you said as you slid off his bed to sit on the floor next to him, resting your head on his shoulder. Rindou hummed as encouragement for you to keep on talking. "My mother told me I'll get over my grudge. But it's not just a grudge y'know, like this is fuckin' serious. They probably think I'm overreacting about everything but they don't understand how I feel. Everything is so annoying honestly and I can't stand to be around anyone that isn't you." You looked up at him, "I'm so grateful for you Rin. Like really."
The smile you sent him made Rindou's face flush. "Come here." He patted his lap and you sat up and wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he pulled you up and into his lap, embracing you in a long hug. "I'm so grateful for you too." He whispered in your ear and you only hugged him tighter.
"Don't wanna go school today." you spoke out after a moments silence, pulling away from the hug. "Don't feel like it."
"Wanna skip?" He asked and you nodded, "yea."
"Alright, I'll take you wherever you wanna go. Name it." Rindou lifted you off his lap and onto the floor, standing up , he adjusted his clothes. "Do you have plans for today?" You asked him and he nodded, "I gotta meet up with Mikey and the others today, not sure what for though."
"Can I come?" You asked as you looked up, waiting for an answer.
"Yeah sure," he grabbed your hand, "I'll tell Ran,"
***
"Where's [Y/N]?" Akira grabbed onto Aya's sleeve as she walked. She turned back to face him, shrugging , "I don't know, she wasn't answering my texts."
"It's been like 4 days, since I last seen her in school. Is she okay?"
Aya shrugged again, "for the 10th time, I don't know. She wasn't texting me all week."
Akira watched as Aya pushed his arm off her and started to walk towards the cafeteria.
I really hope you're okay [Y/N]. Akira thought as he walked the other way towards his classroom.
so tempting to make this a sad ending 🫣
anyways sorry this chapter was so delayed, i lost the document where i planned out the story😞 so sorry if it seems a bit off all of a sudden, i’ve been writing off of memory right now until i find my document.
summary: sanzu needs a favour & you need a ride to your party.
content: 18+ mdni , horny!sanzu , hand job , hair pulling , nipple play , oral (m) , riding , dirty talk, sanzu is 19, reader is 18.
can't believe im fuckin' doing this shit. sanzu thought as he knocked on senju's door. he knew you were inside there because you had came over whilst senju was at martial arts class. she had left this afternoon around 4PM.
an hour or so later, you had rang the doorbell and takeomi let you inside, telling you to wait in senju's room. sanzu watched from the kitchen as you carried a duffel bag inside and headed straight upstairs, only making brief eye contact with sanzu.
"what's she in here for?" sanzu asked takeomi who was on the couch, lighting his cigarette. "dunno, probably a sleepover or something."
sanzu groaned out loud, he hated senju's friends over. you were sort of an exception. you would always give him fuck me eyes whenever you both made eye contact. he swear he saw them, each time he walked past senju's room whenever you were over, you would be staring at him.
he shook the thoughts aside though and headed straight for his room. on the way there, senju's door was wide open and you were on her bed, facing downwards as you were reading some sort of english text book. he recgonised that textbook from school, when he was in your grade, he had studied that book too.
so you were doing homework? that's responsible of you. but his eyes trailed downwards— only naturally of him. you were wearing a skirt, not particuarly short, but he could see your inner thigh from the way you were laid out on the bed. and from the thigh, his gaze travelled higher and he saw the black short shorts you wore underneath.
his breath hitched when he realised he was being a pervert and continued to walk past senju's room and into his own. the entire time he was in his room, all he thought about was you. your body just looked so soft, his fingertips were tingling at the thought of just carressing your body.
fuck he was getting hard. he tried to think of something disgusting like, granny titties, but the thought quickly changed, what did your titties look like? sanzu groaned into his pillow— he shouldn't be thinking of his younger sisters best friend like this.
but lust quickly clouded his thoughts as he stood up from his bed and found himself walking towards senju's room. the door was still wide open, but he knocked anyways to get your attention.
you turned around and removed a earbud from your ear, "yes?" you shifted from your lying down position to sitting up, patting the spot on senju's bed next to you. sanzu inhaled sharply before entering the room, shutting the door behind him.
"i need you to do me a favour." sanzu said as he sat down next to you. you raised your brow, "depends on the favour." sanzu grabbed your hand and placed it on his erection. your eyes widened feeling how hard it was.
"holy shit." was your only response. "is this cause of me?" you said with a sly smirk on your face, fingers tracing shapes softly over his cock hidden inside his sweats.
"yes." a sharp exhale escaped his lips as you pressed harder against it. "so what do you want me to do?" you looked at him under your lashes and he cursed mentally. those were the fuck-me eyes you always sent him. he knew he wasn't hallucinating.
"isn't it fuckin' obvious?" he said sharply and you shook your head. "no it's not. i need you tell me what you want sanzu. gotta use your big boy words."
he hated this so much. why were you so extra? sanzu brought his fingers up to his temple, rubbing them in thought before pulling away and making eye contact with you. "i want to fuck you." he made sure every syllable got to your head as he spoke clearly.
a grin formed on your face and you removed your last ear bud, "can you repeat that? i couldn't hear you?"
this bitc-
"you're so fucking annoying."
"i know," you smiled before sitting up on the bed, properly facing him this time. "but if im going to do this, i need you to do me a favour."
"what do you want? if its money then no."
you rolled your eyes, "im not a prostitute haru." sanzu looked you up and down and gave you a suggestive look making you gasp, "rude!"
"i was just playin' calm down." he grabbed your arm to make sure you stayed in place, "but seriously, tell me your favour."
"you need to drive me and senju to this party tonight." party? "fuck no." sanzu responded and you rolled your eyes, "then no action for you. have fun with that," you pressed your palm flat on his erection making him hiss. "okay- shit stop doing." he removed your hand placed it on your own lap. "okay, i'll drive you. that all?"
"i can have more things?"
"no."
"okay then that's all." you shrugged, "you in or?"
sanzu took a moment to think about it. was he really about to waste his evening to be an uber driver to two annoying girls? "what time is this party?"
"like um," you paused your sentence to bring out your phone, scrolling through your messages, "like 9pm. we will come home at like 11 maybe."
"fuck no. that's way too late." sanzu shook his head, his protective brother side coming out and you scoffed, "it's not a big deal."
"im not dealing with two drunk girls at 11 fucking pm. no."
"it's not just two.” you held two fingers out, “me senju and two more people. they're from our class."
as if that fucking helps anything. sanzu scoffs "im not a fucking taxi driver, drive yourself."
"i don't have my license dip shit, i can't! cmon a favour for a favour. pretty please." you stuck your bottom lip out in an obviously fake pout. sanzu leaned back, resting his back on the bed as he brought his hands over his eyes.
you watched as he seemed to be thinking about your preposition. "sanzu, you need something, i need something, i think it's a fair deal." you shrugged, "if anything, i think the deal on my part is worse. im letting you use me, whilst i just want to use your car."
sanzu sat up from the bed, "okay fine. but you're coming home at 10."
"11."
"10:30."
"11:15."
you and sanzu held a glaring contest. your eyes narrowed as you stared at him. eventually he sighed , "fine. 10:55. take it or leave it,"
"fine whatever." you stood up from the bed and headed towards the door. "you coming?" you asked as he was still sat on senju's bed.
"where are you going?"
"to your room. i'm not fucking my best friends brother on my best friends bed. that's just evil,"
sanzu shrugged before standing up, shutting the door behind him. he grabbed your hand and led you to his room, locking the door as he entered.
"okay make this fast." you removed your skirt and your shorts underneath, laying flat on your back on his bed. "not like you'd last long anyways."
"you got a huge mouth on you y'know that right?" sanzu stepped forward and grabbed your ankles, tugging you forward so you were at the edge of the bed. he reached underneath his waist band and pulled his cock out, "time to shut you up."
you looked up at him, before sighing. grabbing the base of his cock, you stroked it. "can't believe im doing this shit," you mumbled as you stroked it. "too mouthy yn." sanzu ripped your hand off his cock and took control, placing it at the entrance of your lips, "open it."
you rolled your eyes, opening your mouth and winced as he shoved it inside, instantly hitting the back of your throat. you tapped on his thigh, trying to tell him to let up but he ignored you. "you're mouth is so hot- shit." sanzu started to thrust inside and you closed your eyes to stop the tears from flowing.
you felt some of his precum drip down your throat and you impulsivly swallowed making him shiver as your throat closed up so tight around his tip. "don't do that." he laughed cold heartedly as he pulled out, leaving just the tip in before thrusting inside again, making you choke loudly.
you opened your eyes to glare at him from where you were knelt. sanzu pouted before running his fingers along your cheekbones. "don't stare at me like that, it's turning me on."
although you couldn't speak, you managed to muffle out, "fuck you."
sanzu pressed his cock impossibly deeper down your throat making the tears finally fall down your face. "rememeber who's in charge here."
you nodded, now finally being the submissive pet sanzu wanted from the start. sanzu smiled and lightly slapped your cheek as he pulled out, watching your hands instantly go to your throat as you coughed. "that was so uncalled for." you tried to sound aggressive but your voice was hoarse, almost like you had lost it.
"try talk back to me sounding like that, its comedic." sanzu laughed and pushed your shoulders down onto the bed, making you lay flat. "arms up," you did as he said as he removed your shirt, reaching underneath you to undo your bra.
"so this is what they look like." he fondled with your breasts before leaning down and taking your nipple into his mouth. you hissed softly as he started to suck on it, you watched as his saliva stained your breast and he sucked on it greedily.
he moved to your other nipple, his fingers playing with the one he just sucked. you squirmed underneath him as the sensation was too much. you’d never been shown this much attention on your breasts alone.
sanzu sat up between your legs, removing his shirt and your hands reached out and ran your hands down his chest. there was faint abs, not that obvious but you could feel them as if they were detailedly drawn on.
sanzu pinned your hands above your head. “did i say you can touch?” you shook your head and he smiled, leaning down he pressed his lips against yours. you tilted your head to the side and parted your lips as you felt his tongue prodding at your bottom lip. his tongue entered your mouth and instantly came into contact with yours.
it was messy. messy and you liked it. your thighs closing around sanzus body as he was on top of you. sanzu pulled away from the kiss and pulled his cock out, rubbing his length along your clothed cunt.
“you ready?” he asked and you nodded, “yes— please hurry.” your voice was whiny as you lifted your hips up to make his tip rub against your pussy. sanzu gripped both of your hips, pressing them into the bed to stop you from doing that.
“dripping already?” his hands slid down and pulled down your panties, revealing your soaking cunt. his fingers teased your clit. you let out a soft gasp as his fingers only just brushed against your clit. “sanzu—hurry.” you rolled your hips onto his fingers for more friction but he slapped your thigh, “i said stop.”
his gaze travelled back to your pussy, eyes widening as he saw how easy his finger slid inside you. with his finger fully lubricated in your juices, sanzu slid in and out of you easily. you started to get louder with your moans, bringing your hands up to your face to cower in embarrassment.
sanzu angles his finger upward, pressing directly into your g spot. inhaling sharply, you clenched around his fingers. sanzu takes note of this and continuously brushes his fingers against that exact spot. your moans growing louder, panting heavier.
annoyance fled through you as it was getting too much to handle. you hips stuttered from the sensation but sanzu held you in place, making you take it. “haru— i can’t—.”
“you can and you will.” he said and added another finger, pressing against that special spot he noted inside of you with both fingers made your body started to twitch. “stop! slow down-,”
sanzu ignored you and focused on the squelching sounds your body was making instead. continuing his assault with his fingers, his thumb came up and started to rub your clit, he pressed down with little force as he moved the nub side to side with the tip of his thumb.
your hands reached out, grabbed a pillow as you let out an insanely loud moan as your g spot was being stimulated from the inside and outside. you sobbed and panted into the pillow as your orgasm was approaching.
your hips lifted up and off the mattress as you gushed around sanzus fingers. whines and sobs escaping your mouth as he pulled out. you removed the pillow from your face and stared at sanzu with half lidded eyes.
that single orgasm took out so much energy from you and he hasn’t even fucked you yet. your gaze from sanzus face dropped down to his cock. “turn around for me.”
you nodded and sat up, even though your legs were trembling, you managed to get on all fours. sanzu grabbed your hips and pulled you towards him, your cunt touching the tip of his cock.
he only teases you with it, rubbing it back and forth along your lips as if to build up tension. “please…”
“use your big girl words yn.” you could practically see the smile on his face as he spoke despite the fact he was behind you. he’s using your words against you. “please— inside…” you clawed at the bedsheets in frustration.
with the confirmation, sanzu finally penetrates you, his entire length balls deep inside with a single thrust. his grip on your hips was dangerous as he pressed you against the mattress. “fuck—so fuckin’—tight.” he started to move in and out and your fingers gripped at the sheets.
you’re already losing strength in your arms and he’s just started. with each thrust, you could hear the loud claps both your bodies made.
you hear sanzu chuckle behind you as he watches you struggle to keep yourself upright . “can’t take it?” his sadistic side comes out and his hand reaches out and grabs your neck, pressing you deeper into the bed whilst his other hand grabs both of your wrists and pins them to your back.
he slams inside you relentlessly, his pace is so fast you can’t keep up. your moans muffled by your face being shoved into the sheets. “arch your back further,” he says, stilling inside you as he waits for you to adjust yourself.
his grip on your wrists loosened and you brought yourself back on all fours— thinking you had the strength to hold yourself up. but the thought crumbled as soon as he gave you a single thrust, your entire body weight came crashing down. “can’t even do simple instructions . i said arch your back.” he pushed you down further into the bed,pounding inside you without break.
“h-haru! haru—fuck- s-slow down!” you were screaming out of your mind as your body felt like it was being electrocuted. it was all too much for you. you cried out into the sheets as you reached behind you to tap his arm almost like you did when you were choking around his cock. sanzu grabbed your hand, pinning it behind your back as he continued pounding inside you.
you felt his thrusts come to an end and he pulled out. you thought it was over and silently prayed because your body couldn’t take anymore. “i feel bad for you.” he spoke out, sitting down on the bed and lifting you up, placing you on his lap, “so i’ll let you take control. ride me pretty.”
“aren’t you sweet.” you fake pouted as you adjusted yourself on top of him. “just get to work.” sanzus grip on your waist tightened as he spoke. you nodded and reached under you, grabbing his length and positioning it at your entrance. moaning softly as he slid inside you easily. you bit your bottom lip as he bottomed out and your arms were around his shoulders as you grinded your hips in a circle.
“haru.” you moaned, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. your fingers finding refuge inside his hair, playing with the strands as you moved at your own pace.
you feel sanzus hands slide down your waist, before grabbing your ass with both hands, kneading them in his grip as he helps lift you up and down. sanzu groaned as you clenched around his length again, whimpering on his neck as you fucked yourself on him.
sanzu tugged on your earlobe gently, “how does it feel baby?” you bit your lip at the pet name before responding. “you feel so good haru—,” you were getting so turned on, you needed more. this slow pace wasn’t enough.
not long later, you increased your pace, reaching behind you as you started to bounce on his cock faster. you stopped bouncing to roll your hips slowly then started bouncing again.
“fuck— slow down. shit-,” sanzu muttered before attaching his lips to your nipple, sucking the tip before biting gently. it was too much for you, “i can’t haru— i need-,” you cut your self off as your hips stuttered and you suddenly came around his length.
sanzu groaned around your breast and quickly pulled you off of him before he came inside you. you were both panting and breathing heavily as you just stared at each other before breaking out into laughter.
“that was probably the best i’ve ever had.” you admitted and sanzu just hummed, gripping your chin and kissing you. you wrapped your arms around his nape, pressing your body against his as he sucked on your lips.
“what time is it?” he asked, lips still touching yours. you pulled away, reaching behind you and turning on your phone. “like 6pm”
“senju will be home soon,” he said gently lifting you up and off his lap. “go get ready.”
you nodded, grabbing your clothes and putting them on as he grabbed his shirt and changed aswell. you slid off the bed, legs failing instantly as you stood up. sanzu laughed as he watched you struggle to keep yourself upright. “have fun partying.” he winked and pointed towards the door.
“i hate you.” you grabbed your phone and limped outside of his room, closing the door behind you.
pairing: frat boy!haitani ran x fem!reader (she/her pronouns)
synopsis: ran wants to break you, but you aim to beat him at his own game.
rating: nsfw! MDNI. i’m watching <3
cw: heavy cursing, ran and rin are kinda misogynistic >:(, smoking (weed), shotgunning, dubcon only bc of the smoking, reader is wearing a skirt, pet names (just baby but he also says good girl once), dom!ran, sub!reader, oral (f!receiving), fingering, spitting, size kink if you really squint, some degradation, implied squirting, overstim, ran is a Cocky Whore but so are you bae! lmk if i'm forgetting any
a/n: wow cara's using she/her pronouns for once? yeah i'm just as shocked as you are 😳 also this is just under 2.5k words so this is by far the longest fic i’ve posted on here >:)
haitani ran is never one to lose his cool, but god help him, he thinks he might lose it anytime he thinks about you.
he’s known around campus for getting anything or anyone he wants, but you’ve changed that. without even meaning to, you pick away at his ego each and every chance you get. never before has someone turned him down as much as you have, and the fact that you bat your lashes and smile up at him when you do, to top it all off? you’re so irritating.
ran has decided that he hates you— he hates you and your pretty voice, your even prettier face, and dear god, your fucking body— he hates that he can’t get enough of you.
but what he hates the most is the fact that you make him work for even an ounce of your attention, and he can tell that you know what you’re doing. he knows just by the way you hold his gaze with that all too confident and mischievous look in your eyes.
and on top of that, even when you haven’t given in even a little bit no matter how much he’s pushed you, he still wants to bend you to his fucking will– and if that doesn’t work, he’ll just break you instead.
that usually isn’t an issue for him, as he’s never had a hard time getting the woman he has his eyes set on. you keep proving to be a different story, however.
ran thinks his best course of action is to start simple; he’ll get your number under the guise of missing last week’s notes. it’s easy enough, and that’s worked every single time so far. but when you look at him with a kind, calming smile and utter, “no,” he’s completely fucking floored.
you don’t even offer a reason or excuse. just a flat no before walking past him to head back to your seat. you know who he is and you know exactly what he aims to do, which is precisely why you want to keep him at arm's length, yet still keep his attention solely on you.
you live for the thrill of it all— of beating an arrogant man at his own game. ran isn’t even slightly aware of that, but he is well aware of the fact that something is up. he has no idea what, though, and he can’t stand it.
you’re even more irritating than you were before, now. he’s irritated that he can’t figure you out or get you to budge, and he complains about you to his brother non-fucking-stop, which drives rindo up the damn walls.
“she’s just so fuckin’ annoying. never met a bitch with a stick shoved that far up her ass–”
“so maybe, here’s a crazy thought, just leave her alone, then?”
rindo’s words make a lot of sense, but ran still can’t help but to look at him like he’s stupid. why would he want to leave you alone? sure, he tells rin all the time that he can drop you and get any bitch he wants if it comes down to it (his exact words, actually), but to just let you go? now, after how hard he’s been trying? that’s ridiculous!
“nah, ‘m not a bitch. i gotta see it through now,” ran says with a sly grin.
rindo, however, can see right through his brother, “yeah, whatever. never thought i’d see the day you’d be chasin’ some broad.”
ran simply shrugs his brother’s words off. he’s definitely not chasing you! at least, that’s what he keeps saying to himself, though it seems like rindo’s words might hold some truth when ran sees you again a few days later. you’ve show up to one of his parties, coincidentally, and he’s more than fucking happy to see you.
it’s almost like he’s giddy.
he blames it on the weed in his system, though, before pushing through the crowd so that he can head over to you. you’re alone for some reason, clad in a pretty skirt, joint between your soft lips, and phone in hand. it’s the perfect opportunity, he thinks.
“hey,” you speak first once he’s close enough, straining to talk over the loud music, and ran barely conceals his surprise. “i’ve been wanting to talk to you.”
“oh, yeah?”
bingo. he swears he’s got you right where he wants you– you’ve finally come around, he thinks– and he doesn’t stop for even a second to consider the fact that this is strange. usually he’d be a lot more perceptive but his mind is a bit too hazy for that at the moment.
if ran were sober, he’d have noticed that this was out of character for you. it would have been obvious that you had something planned. but instead, he simply falls right into your little trap. after all, the only thing he’s thinking about is fucking you absolutely stupid— how could he be expected to notice something was up?
“yeah,” you nod with a pretty smile. “we can smoke, if you want.”
are you crazy? of course he fucking wants to. ran has been waiting for a moment like this the entire semester— there was no chance in hell he’d turn you down. he doesn’t bother answering (you can tell what his answer is based on his grin alone, anyway), and opts to just lead you to a small sitting area instead.
you don’t hesitate to follow him and the conversation, much to your surprise, flows freely. in fact, you’re talking so easily that you’ve barely even hit the joint. it keeps burning out and you’ve had to relight it about three different times by the time ran finally gets tired and just takes it from you, lighting it himself and taking a hit so large that it nearly startles you.
and you don’t say anything to stop him, either, as you’re practically frozen when he scooches closer to you. before you can even begin to reel yourself back in, ran cups your jaw and turns your face towards his. when did he get that fucking close?
your mind is racing so fast that you can’t discern even a single coherent thought— the only thing you can actually make out is his lips brushing against yours, followed by the smoke he blows into your mouth. you don’t even remember parting your lips but the smoke is so thinned out by now that you have no problem inhaling it, anyway, and ran grins.
“good girl.”
if you were out of it before, your brain is completely fucking mush now. you finally get it, you think. you understand why people are so quick to fall for him. he’s fucking mesmerizing, and you know he’s just so damn cocky about it, too. so self assured and confident in his ability to get exactly what he wants, when he wants it.
he absolutely views this as a game, but unbeknownst to him, you’re the one holding all the cards.
as soon as you’ve blown the smoke back out, you close the distance between his lips and yours. the crowd around you doesn’t matter– everyone is too high or drunk to care anyway– you just want to feel him, and god, his lips are so fucking soft and his taste is more intoxicating than the weed. he blindly puts the joint out, you’re not even sure how, but you’re glad he didn’t pull away.
there’s a certain desperation behind the kiss that you’re hoping ran can’t feel, though in reality, he’s even more fucking eager than you are. he’s absolutely certain that he hasn’t been this excited at the idea of fucking someone since he was a teenager, and he’s already so fucking hard that it hurts.
and you– you’re fucking killing him, deliberately taking your time and teasing him with your fleeting kisses. he groans against you when you take his bottom lip between your teeth and gently tug, pulling him closer.
“you’ve been holdin’ out on me,” ran tells you as he pulls away, grinning at the string of spit that continues to connect the two of you. “y’know how bad you been pissin’ me off?”
“show me.”
fuck, fuck, fuck, ran is losing his goddamn mind and he can only pray that you don’t realize the effect you have on him. as soon as the words register, he grabs your wrist and tugs you off the couch with him and through the crowd. his hand rests at the small of your back and his touch is searing, but you love fucking it.
when you get to his room, ran lets his eagerness get the best of him and he practically shoves you inside. you expected this so you easily take it in stride, simply settling yourself on the edge of his bed, and your unbothered demeanor makes him want to ruin you more than he already does.
“lay down,” he says, to which you oblige.
ran’s large hands immediately find your plush thighs and without a second thought, he flips your skirt up to reveal your panties that are already embarrassingly wet. if he notices, he doesn’t say anything, simply taking in the view of you splayed out all pretty beneath him.
you squirm impatiently, “ran–”
his eyes flicker to yours only for a second, yet that alone was enough for you to get the message. you close your mouth and when he hooks his fingers under the band of your panties, you lift your hips to aid him in getting them off.
part of you can’t believe this– that you’re letting haitani ran see you like this, but you don’t care. he hasn’t even touched you yet and somehow you already feel dizzy and lightheaded in the best way, though that might just be the weed.
you aren’t certain, and honestly, that’s perfectly fine. you’d ruin the moment by thinking too much, so you relax and let ran do whatever he wants for the time being. he grabs the back of your thighs and pushes them towards your chest, audibly groaning at the sight of your glistening cunt.
“fuck, you’ve been holdin’ out on me,” ran repeats. he drops to his knees and hooks his arms around your thighs, tugging you closer and placing your legs over his shoulders. “look at this pretty fuckin’ pussy– all for me, huh?”
“‘course,” you breathe, already delirious. “please–”
you don’t even get to finish your sentence, as he spits directly onto your cunt and rubs it in with the hand that isn’t gripping your thigh. you gasp and jolt at the feeling, though it’s quickly replaced by his tongue instead as he licks a stripe up through your folds.
and god, ran is absolutely fucking obscene, sucking loudly and moaning against you as if he were the one being catered to. you scramble to grasp onto something, one hand settling at the back of his head and you can’t help but to wish that his hair wasn’t tied back in his usual braids right now so you could hold something.
“o-oh fuck,” you whimper as you fight the urge to rut your hips against his tongue.
it’s already too much and not enough at the same time, and you’re completely fucking shocked by how good ran is making you feel. it’s as if he already knows your body perfectly– like he’s taken the time to map out your body time and time again in his head. little do you know, he has.
“ran, i-i’m– fuck, cumming–”
“already?” he taunts, already sinking two fingers into you. it takes him no time at all to find the sweet spot inside you. you mewl, and he can’t get enough. “you’re so easy.”
you would have laughed at him for saying something so ridiculous under any other circumstances, but right now, you’re too preoccupied with your orgasm. it hits you so suddenly and you’re certain that you’ve never cum this hard before.
you can barely even fucking think right now but you still take the time to thank every god you can think of for the music being as loud as it is because you’re on the verge of screaming, tears heavy on your bottom lashes. you should have done this forever ago.
“ohh, that’s it,” ran coos against you, lapping up everything you have to offer. “so fuckin’ sloppy, baby. gonna gimme another one.”
he isn’t asking– he’s telling you. you don’t have much of a choice, anyway, as another orgasm is building up faster than you can even begin to keep up with. your legs are limp over his shoulders, but you’re frantically pushing against him as you try your damnedest not to cry from the overstimulation.
“ran, ran, ‘s too much!”
he thinks you’re so cute, legs twitching uncontrollably around his head and back arching off the bed. frankly, he doesn’t care if it’s too much, and he curls his fingers inside you only a few more times before you cum again, gushing all over his fingers, face, and tongue.
now that you take a second to think about it, you know you definitely haven’t cum this hard before. you didn’t expect this from ran, but you refuse to complain.
as soon as you’ve started to come down, you wipe the stray tears that spilled onto your cheeks and recollect yourself. part of you is disappointed that this’ll never happen again, but you’ve already reconciled with that fact already. it’ll be worth it, just to see his face at the end of it all.
scratch that– i’ll be worth it to have the bragging rights. you beat the haitani ran at his own game. you’ve got every right to brag about it.
ran pulls away and stands up, starting to take off his belt, but he stops at the sight of you shakily sitting up with a dopey smile on your face. he chuckles airily as your eyes meet because he just assumes you’re going to help him out– instead, you stand up and dust your skirt off, even with your legs feeling like jello at this point.
his brows furrow but you give him no room to question you as you say, “thanks, ran. i’ll see you tuesday?”
you don’t wait for his response or even bother searching for your panties before you leave the room. he can keep them as some kind of reward, you guess– you don’t really care, nor do you want to know. you just want to get out.
as the door clicks shut behind you, ran stands in his room, silent and dumbfounded, with his belt halfway off and his face still covered in your slick. he can’t even fucking comprehend what just happened, but he feels a new kind of irritation deep in his bones.
did that seriously just happen? he realizes now that he should have just fucking listened to rindo because once again, you’ve damaged his ego, and he’s pissed. you’re not just irritating, you’re infuriating, but even when ran’s seething, he can’t get the images of you underneath him or the pretty sounds you make out of his mind.
ran is certain of it now– he fucking hates you.
a/n: posting this as the reqs in my inbox stare at me disappointedly 😟 also gonna make a part 2 for this. ran gets his revenge mwahaha
i don't know if this interests you but, I don't know why, my father thinks I'm kinda "whore" just because i bring my phone to the bathroom and thinks i take photos of myself and send them to strangers and OFC I DON'T FUCKIN DO THAT GOD WHAT THE HELL, i just, i don't know what to do, even if i tell my mother she will tell me to respect him when he doesn't respect me
tell your mother that respect is earned. literally everybody takes their phone to the bathroom 😭
"ran! meet my new friend!" rindou jumped on ran's back, causing ran to stumble and fall face first into the sand. "jesus rin, calm down!" ran adjusted himself before sitting up. "who's your friend?"
"her name is y/n! she's in my class and she's over there." rindou pointed over to the swings were you were at. ran's eyes perked with interest, rindou never had a female friend before.
"y/n! meet my brother ran!" rindou yelled out making everyone in the school playground stare at him. you planted your feet on the ground, pausing your swinging session from the sudden call of your name. that was when you saw rindou waving you over and pointing to ran, who had his face huffed in a pout from his clothes being covered in sand.
you jumped off the swing and ran over to where rindou was, huffing and panting since he was on the other end of the playground. "i hate you for making me run this far."
rindou just laughed and helped his brother off the ground. "y/n meet ran, my older brother." you turned to face ran who looked up at you with a neutral experssion. "hi ran, i'm y/n." you held your hand out infront of him waiting for him to shake it, but instead he grabbed your hand and yanked himself up and off the ground.
the sudden action, made your feet stumble a bit but you caught yourself before you could fall down. by the time you looked back at ran, he was practically towering over you. "oh lord you're taller than i thought."
ran smiled at your blown out expression.
"how old are you ran?"
"just the year above you both." ran shrugged and rindou rolled his eyes.
"elementary 3! lunch time is over, come inside now!" you and rindou heard your teacher call out from the classroom. by the time you both turned back to face ran he had a smug look on his face. "you kids better get onto class now."
"kids?!" you and rindou said simultaneously, "you're only a year older!" rindou frowned and ran laughed loudly, "and that year between us gets me longer lunch! now go on somewhere." ran playfully shoved rindou towards the classroom.
you grabbed rindou's hand before waving goodbye to ran. both of you entering the classroom whilst ran went to find his friends.
from that first day you met ran, you him and rindou spent all lunch times together. you three became best friends. since ran kept on teasing rindou for having shorter lunches, rindou eventually teased ran for being able to spend lunchtimes only with you.
since you and rindou were in the same grade, you were in the same class for the entire year, whilst ran only got to see you during lunchtime.
ran acted like he didn't care, but deep down he was sad that rindou was spending more time with you. rindou knew everything about you from your favourite colour, to your favorite number. whilst ran knew nothing.
the next year, you and rindou were in seperate classes which made ran feel better because rindou was no longer able to spend more time with you. they made it a competition to see who could spend the most time with you.
you found it adorable. whenever your class ended, 50% chance ran would be standing outside your class, the other 50% went to rindou. you had no clue why they were doing all this, but you enjoyed the attention.
and so did every girl in your class, jealous at the fact that you had an older boy waiting for you outside class almost everyday.
"we're just friends, calm down." you responded to each of them.
that whole ' we're just friends ' bullshit went away real quick the day you turned 13, because that meant that ran was 14 and if you thought he was tall before, now he was a giant. already 5'10 at sucha young age.
and with a growth spurt, also comes puberty. ran's voice got deeper and his whole face as a whole had just changed. you remember him waiting outside your front door one day to walk you to school and trying to hide the heat on your cheeks when he grabbed your hand.
you spoke to your mother the day after that incident, asking why your whole body feels tingly when you look at this boy.
"what boy honey?" your mother asked and you blinked fast, trying to come up with a fake name. "you don't know him! he's in my class and he's a, um, transfer student."
"transfer student? from where?"
....
"france...?"
your mother's eyes widened with excitement, "oh wow! does he have that nice french accent? is that why you feel all tingly?"
"sure mom yes he does." lies lies lies. you could've been straight up with your mom and told her it's ran, but your mother has a big fat mouth that would only lead to trouble one day.
"well, i think you might have a crush on him."
a crush hm? you knew about crushes since all your friends at school were already starting to develop crushes at school and it was all they spoke about.
it made you mad honestly, because they could gossip about their crushes out in the open. but you wouldn't dare speak about ran. he's your best friend! you just thought that this silly crush would go away. you're only thirteen after all!
you couldn't have been more wrong.
now 16 years of age, still getting butterflies in your stomach when ran even looks in your direction. and he looks at you a lot. at first, you just thought you had something on your face.
but you checked the mirror, and saw your face was spotless. so you were confused as to why he would always be looking at you. it wasn't even a look of disgust— just a look of neutrality.
it confused you. one day you confronted him bout it, telling him to "stop staring it's creepy."
to which he just laughed and said "you're cute y/n." he stood up and patted you on the head before exiting the room.
im cute?
his words replayed in your head every single day of every single hour. it was mentally breaking.
"rin?"
"hm?"
"why does your brother keep staring at me?" you faced rindou from where you were both sat at the lunch table. rindou shrugged, "dunno." before he took a huge bite from his sandwich.
you noticed how quickly rindou responded to the question, almost as if it was rehearsed. "why did you respond so quickly?"
"is that a bad thing now? want me to talk.....slow..............like........this?"
"shut up rindou, " you huffed, "it wasn't the speed you said it, it was the pace."
rindou had a puzzled look on his face, "isn't that like the same damn thing?"
"no."
"you're doing too much. i answered your question, now leave me alone. my food is getting cold."
you groaned loudly before resting your cheek on the table. an awkward silence fiiled the air, the only sounds being rindou's annoyingly loud chewing.
....
....
"why do i feel like you're hiding something from me?" you sat up abruptly making rindou jolt. "jesus y/n drop it!"
"fine!" you huffed, standing up, "i don't know what you're hiding, but i'll get to the bottom of you and ran's secret." before rindou could respond, you had already walked off.
rindou rolled his eyes before bringing out his phone.
rin:
1:23PM she's onto you
ran:
3:45PM what
rindou ignored ran's message as he walked home from school. by the time he entered the house, ran was already bombarding him with questions. "she's onto me? who is?"
"yn, fuckin' idiot." rindou shoved ran off him and headed straight for the fridge. after taking out a water bottle and downing it, he faced ran, "she kept asking why you kept looking at her. then i told her dunno but she didn't believe me. now she turned into sherlock homes saying and quote 'i'll get to the bottom of you and ran's secret' end quote."
"she won't find out." ran had a grin that rindou just wanted to wipe straight off.
"find out what? that you're too scared to tell her you like her?" rindou teased before dodging the couch cushion being thrown his direction. "dude!"
you:
4:01PM ran can we meet
ran:
4:01PM sure where?
you:
4:04PM skate park
ran:
4:05PM coming ;)
you scoffed seeing the little wink he sent at the end. ignoring the fact that it gave you butterflies in your stomach. but at this point, you'd gotten used to it. almost everything ran did gave you butterflies.
one time he just said your name and you felt your stomach doing backflips inside of you.
by the time ran arrived, you were sat ontop of the ramp. you didn't notice him arrive until he sat down next to you and nudged you with his shoulder.
"why'd you call me here?" ran asked and you took a deep breath before turning to face him. "i need to ask you something."
"go on."
you stared at him deeply in the eyes. "are you and rindou hiding something from me?"
ran was a master at hiding his expressions, but the way his eyes widended just a teeny bit gave it away. you were also a master at reading rans expressions. you kinda had to become a master since he only had two faces. that signature smug smile on his face and his resting 😐 bored face.
"no, i'm not hiding anything." ran covered himself up but you didn't believe him one bit. you kept on staring at him, eyes moving to a glare to tell him that you weren't believing his bullshit.
"okay fine, you got me. me and rindou are hiding a secret from you."
"ah HA! i knew it!" you squealed in excitement from being correct. "now what is it."
ran flicked your forehead, "it's called a secret for a reason yn."
"but-"
ran placed his index finger on your lips, "no buts. drop it." you were about to plead again but ran grabbed your jaw with his hand, squishing your cheeks together so you looked all swollen, "no buts."
"fine." you pouted as he finally pulled away. "is that all you invited me here for?" ran asked, standing up from where you both were seated.
"yeah. that's all." you grabbed onto ran's hand as he helped you stand up.
"you couldn't have asked me that over the phone?"
well i could've but i want to be next to you all the time.
"no because it's hard to tell if you're lying to someone over the phone. when i asked you here, i saw your facial expressions which proved to me that you were lying."
"so you wanted to stare at my face?" ran's neutral face now turned smug and you rolled your eyes, hitting his arm to hide the fact that he wasn't wrong. "why would i want to stare at you?" your voice was laced in fake disgust.
ran shrugged. "probably to get me back because of how much i stare at you."
"speaking of that, why do you stare at me so much?"
because you're pretty.
"you just happen to be in my line of vision." ran shrugged but you scoffed loudly. "just admit im hot ran. it's ok."
i already do.
"you're not hot."
"yes i am." "no you're not."
it was as if god was testing ran, because that same night after you both said goodbye at the skatepark, ran had his first wet dream about you.
he's a teenage boy who's obviously had wet dreams before, but this was something else. he just thought you were pretty before, and never looked at you in a sexual light, but the dreams kept getting more and more constant.
it’s safe to say that the dreams are haunting him. it’s every single night. and they get even worse if he spoke you to recently before going to bed.
one night, you both were texting and you sent him a voice note because you were simply too tired to type anymore but you still had so much to say.
it was if it his hands were moving before his brain could process it. as the voice note kept on going, ran’s hands seeked refuge further down his pants till he made contact with his bulge that was already hard.
from what ? you and him had just been texting, yet his body is reacting like you’re naked right in front of him.
as the first voice note finished up, ran was only rubbing his buldge through his sweats. until you sent the next voice note that was a minute long.
adrenaline started to flow through his veins the more he listened to your tired voice, rambling on and on about something going on in your class.
you’d think that you’d be talking about something sexy because of how hard his cock was right now, but that’s just not the case. it frightens ran how much you turn him on by doing literally anything.
at the end of your voice note, you stretched and to ran it sounded like a moan and that was all he needed to send him over the edge. he finally reached underneath the waistband and palms himself through his boxers. his head dipped back into his pillow as he re-listened to the moan stretch that you made at the end of the voice note.
ran:
00:32AM did you just moan 👀
you:
00.32AM what??!!, when.
00:34AM i hate you. made me re listen to the entire voice note just to find out that i in fact did NOT moan at the end
ran:
00:34AM liar i heard it😭
you:
00:35AM ran i think ur hallucinating :( time to sleep
ran:
00:36AM wtf no. keep sending more voice notes. they’re entertaining
you:
00:36AM okay
ran couldn’t take slow teasing and pulls his cock out from his pants, looking at it as it stood tall from just a few non sexual voice notes.
he heard a ding from his phone, a message from you. opening it and playing the voice note immediately, he started to palm himself faster than the slow pace from before.
the more he heard your voice, the faster the went. his hand squeezes his aching erection, groaning from the contact. he takes his time to thrust into his fist, picturing you under him as he fucked you deep and slow.
the more you spoke, the more tired your voice became. ran eventually managed to squeeze another stretch moan out of you and started to practically tug at his dick now.
you were driving him crazy. this is so so so so wrong. he thought as he reached closer to his orgasm.
you:
0:45AM ran did you fall asleep you’re not responding ?
little did you know, his phone was face flat on the bed as he continued to fuck his fist, panting hard as his eyes fluttered shut, imagining you calling out to him as he thrusted inside your warm cunt.
your name slipped through his lips ever so quietly as he gasped, cum painting his hands and inside his imagination, cum painting your walls as he filled you.
he took a few minutes to catch himself as that was probably one of the most intense orgasms he’s ever had. by the time he cleaned himself up, you had already fallen asleep.
your status reading Active 7 min ago.
ran sighed before typing out a quick response.
ran:
00:56AM didn’t fall asleep, rindou needed me for something. good night yn
Hewoo, how are you doing? you're an amazing human being and you're literally the sweetest of all <3 I'm actually here to vent, ignore me if you want ccc
Soo recently, me and my best friend have been arguing a lot and our families have been arguing too (idunno my mom didn't tell me much) but I'm not allowed to talk to her but since missed her i texted her from my second account and she's no longer the person I used to know. It's okay, this is all fine but since she left me i have no one to talk to, i don't have a single person to talk to freely irl and on the internet too. I had a lot of internet friends but they just- they just stopped talking to me. I feel so alone and shitty- i can't make friends because yk I'm an introvert and i have social anxiety and my aunt tried to guilt trap (?) me saying "if you keep doing this, your future wouldn't be nice, what'll your husband think of you" and shit. idunno what to do anymore, I've been keeping everything to myself but i can't anymore :(
i’m so sorry that you’re going through this :( i’m also introverted and have social anxiety so i understand you 100% and if you ever need someone to talk to just DM me, i’ll be your friend i promise.
