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My name is Noona! I am twenty something years young! My pronouns are she/her and I am obsessed with Ran Haitani and his little brother. I also answer to NaoyaSlut because that's what I am! I enjoy writing smut and multi-chaptered romance fics! Not going to lie some of them do get dark! Feel free to ask me anything!
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hello omg!!! i used to comment on your works on ao3 all the time and was wondering how youve been!! i didn't know you continued the hills!!! (i wonder why i didnt get an email notif hmph :<) im just glad to see you writing again i hope life hasnt been too hectic 🥺
Hii! I’m doing well! Decided to continue our story sometime last month lol! I hope you have time to read and let me know what you think so far. 🤗
idk how to talk about this without sounding pretentious and up my own asshole, but some times people ask me about how I got good at writing and how I am so creative and the answer is that I wrote something every day for like four years
It definitely takes practice! It’s easier when you enjoy what you like for sure but totally agree with this. Just like drawing I guess, I should draw everyday if I don’t want to suck balls.
warnings: anxiety, semi-stalking, overprotective husbando ran, police interrogations, little bit of makeup sex.
synopsis: detective vancouver makes an unannounced visit at your place of work, planting seeds of doubt about Ran and the Bonten organization.
a/n: i loove stories with a whole lot of drama, kidnapping, muder, actionnnn. I'm bringing this story back because there was such a bunch of nutty stuff happening and I feel like the way I ended it wasn't really giving me any closure, so off we go again! you can also read this story on AO3.
You try to maintain a sense of normality as you finish out the work week. You see your clients, pick up Kai from daycare, and spend most of your free time at home by yourself. Ran is preoccupied with speaking to lawyers and operatives within Bonten. In fact, you see more of Rin than your own husband.
As you sit at your desk in your office, feeling agitated, your eyes keep drifting towards the box of wedding invitations that still need to be sent out. The entire situation overwhelms you with fear. Although you were aware of what you had gotten into, you couldn't help but wonder if the new charges were a result of Kenji's death or perhaps Detective Tachibana's.
You knew that the authorities would never let a police officer's death go unpunished. It seemed like everything was falling into place now - they needed someone to blame, and Ran was likely their perfect target.
A light rapping at your office door broke you out of your own thoughts as you sat up straight.
“Come in,” you say, your attention now on whoever was at the door.
Yoko stepped in, a smile on her face while she held the door open.
“Everything okay?” she asked.
You nodded, flashing her friendly smile before readjusting in your seat. “Yeah, just fine. What’s up?”
“I finished up blocking off your calendar for the next couple of weeks, did you need anything else form me before I headed out?” Yoko asked.
“No, that was it,” you stood up, idly shuffling around some lose sheets of paper on your desk. “Enjoy your PTO,”
As Yoko left, closing the door behind her, you sank back into your chair with a heavy sigh. The late afternoon sun slanted through the blinds, casting long shadows across your desk.
You found yourself staring at the box of wedding invitations again, your fingers tracing the embossed lettering. The weight of everything - Ran's legal troubles, the whispers of betrayal within Bonten, the uncertain future looming before you - pressed down on your shoulders.
The quiet hum of the air conditioning and the muffled sounds of the city outside were suddenly interrupted by a sharp knock at your office door. You frowned, glancing at your watch. Your last appointment had ended over an hour ago, and Yoko had just left for her vacation. Who could be knocking?
"Come in," you called, straightening in your chair and smoothing your skirt.
The door swung open, and your breath caught in your throat as you recognized the man standing there. Detective Vancouver, his weathered face etched with lines of determination, stepped into your office. The late afternoon sunlight glinted off his badge as he closed the door behind him with a soft click.
"Mrs. Haitani," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "I hope I'm not interrupting."
You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest.
"Detective Vancouver," you managed, forcing your voice to remain steady. "This is... unexpected. Do we have an appointment?"
He shook his head, a wry smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "No appointment. This isn't an official visit."
Your eyes narrowed slightly as you studied him. He looked tired, the shadows under his eyes more pronounced than you remembered from the last you talked. His suit was slightly rumpled, as if he’d been wearing it for days.
As he stood there, his eyes scanned your office, taking in every detail.
“Not official?” you repeated, your stomach beginning to churn with nausea. “Then may I ask why you’re here in my office, detective?”
What was it with these detectives and these off the books meetings? Him being here could get you in more trouble with Ran, you weren’t supposed to be talking to anyone without a lawyer present. Ran didn’t want you talking to them AT ALL.
Detective Vancouver sighed, running a hand through his graying hair.
"Mrs. Haitani, I'm going to be straight with you. I've been working this case for years now, and I know there's more going on than meets the eye. I was hoping we could talk... off the record."
Your pulse quickened at his words. Off the record could mean anything - a trap, an opportunity, or something far more dangerous. You kept your expression neutral, years of living in Ran's world having taught you the importance of a good poker face.
"I'm not sure what you think I could tell you that I haven't already said, Detective," you replied, your tone neutral.
"Mrs. Haitani, I'll be frank with you. This case goes deeper than just your husband. There are powerful people involved, people who won't hesitate to eliminate anyone they see as a threat."
Your heart raced at his words, but you kept your expression carefully neutral.
"I'm not sure I understand what you're implying, Detective."
He leaned forward, his eyes intense. "I think you do. Mrs. Haitani, I've been doing this job for a long time. I can tell when someone's caught in the middle of something they never asked for."
You felt a chill run down your spine, but you held his gaze steadily.
"Detective, I appreciate your concern, but I really don't know anything about my husband's business dealings. If you have questions for Ran, you should speak to his lawyer.”
Detective Vancouver's eyes narrowed slightly as he studied you.
"Mrs. Haitani, I understand your loyalty to your husband. But I need you to understand the gravity of the situation. We're not just talking about weapons trafficking anymore. There's evidence linking Bonten to Detective Tachibana's death."
Your breath caught in your throat, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he must be able to hear it.
"Detective Tachibana?" you repeated, fighting to keep your voice steady. "I wasn’t aware he was dead."
You knew damn well he was dead. Detective Tachibana hounded you, much like this detective was… even showed up at the hospital a few years ago after you unfortunately caught a stray bullet compliments of Ivy.
It was only a matter of time that the authorities came up with information regarding his demise.
Vancouver's gaze didn't waver.
"He was killed a few years ago. Officially ruled a homicide, but we have reason to believe it was a hit ordered by someone high up in Bonten."
You felt the blood drain from your face as Detective Vancouver's words sank in. Your mind raced, flashing back to that night years ago when Ran had come home, his eyes haunted but determined as he told you everything had been "taken care of." At the time, you hadn't wanted to know the details. Now, the weight of that willful ignorance pressed down on you like a physical thing.
"I'm sorry to hear about Detective Tachibana," you managed, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I don't see what this has to do with me or my husband."
Vancouver leaned forward, his eyes intense.
"Mrs. Haitani, I think you know more than you're letting on. I'm not here to trap you or trick you into saying something incriminating. I'm here because I believe you're in danger."
Your heart pounded in your chest as you met Vancouver's penetrating gaze. The late afternoon sunlight slanting through the blinds cast stark shadows across his weathered face, highlighting the deep lines of concern etched there. For a long moment, neither of you spoke, the only sound the faint hum of the air conditioning and the muffled noise of traffic outside.
"Danger?" you finally managed, your voice barely above a whisper. "I don't understand."
Vancouver leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he fixed you with an intense stare.
"Mrs. Haitani, I've been doing this job for a long time. I've seen how organizations like Bonten operate. They don't tolerate loose ends or potential liabilities."
A chill ran down your spine at his words, but you fought to keep your expression neutral.
"I'm not a liability,"
Vancouver's eyes softened slightly, a flicker of sympathy crossing his weathered features.
"Maybe not intentionally," he said gently. "But you're a vulnerability, Mrs. Haitani. You and your daughter. And in their world, vulnerabilities are dangerous."
You felt your breath catch in your throat, your mind racing. Images flashed through your head - Kai's innocent smile, Ran's protective embrace, the shadows that always seemed to lurk at the edges of your perfect life.
The detective leaned forward, his voice low and urgent.
"I've seen how this plays out before. They'll do anything to protect themselves, even if it means sacrificing their own. And right now, with the heat we're putting on them, you and your daughter are liabilities they might not be willing to risk."
Your hands trembled slightly as you clasped them in your lap, fighting to maintain your composure.
Your heart thundered in your chest as you absorbed Vancouver's words. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across your office, the golden light seeming to dim as the weight of the situation pressed down on you. You could feel beads of sweat forming at your hairline, your silk blouse suddenly too constricting.
"I... I don't know what you want from me," you managed, your voice barely above a whisper.
Vancouver leaned forward, his eyes intense and earnest.
"I want to help you, Mrs. Haitani. You and your daughter. I've seen too many innocent people caught in the crossfire of these organizations. I don't want that to happen to you."
You swallowed hard, your throat dry.
"And how exactly do you propose to help me?"
The detective reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small business card. He placed it on your desk, sliding it in your direction.
You stared at the card on your desk, your heart pounding. The embossed letters seemed to swim before your eyes as you read "Detective Eli J. Vancouver" and a phone number.
"This is my personal number," Vancouver said softly. "If you ever feel that you or your daughter are in danger, call me. Day or night. I can get you into protective custody, give you a fresh start away from all of this."
Your fingers trembled as you picked up the card, turning it over in your hands. The weight of it felt impossibly heavy, laden with choices and consequences you weren't sure you were ready to face.
"Detective," you began, your voice shaky. "I appreciate your concern, but my husband would never let anything happen to me or Kai. We're his whole world."
Vancouver's expression softened, a hint of sadness creeping into his eyes.
"I'm sure he loves you very much, Mrs. Haitani. But love isn't always enough in this world. Sometimes, the people closest to us can put us in the most danger, even if they don't mean to."
You felt a lump forming in your throat, tears threatening to spill over.
"You don't know Ran," you whispered. "You don't know what he's capable of, what lengths he'd go to protect us."
The detective nodded slowly. "You're right, I don't know him personally. But I know men like him. And I know the choices they're forced to make in this life. Sometimes, protecting the ones they love means letting them go."
His words hit you like a physical blow, and you found yourself gripping the edge of your desk to steady yourself.
The detective's words hung heavy in the air, the silence stretching between you like a chasm. You stared at the business card in your trembling hands, unable to meet Vancouver's intense gaze. The late afternoon sun slanted through the blinds, casting long shadows across your desk and illuminating the dust motes swirling in the air.
After what felt like an eternity, Vancouver sighed heavily, the sound seeming to break the spell that had fallen over the room.
"I've said my piece, Mrs. Haitani," he said softly, his voice tinged with a mixture of resignation and concern. "The choice is yours now."
You looked up, meeting his eyes for a brief moment. The weariness etched into his face made him look older, the weight of countless cases and broken lives visible in the lines around his eyes. For a fleeting instant, you felt a surge of empathy for this man who had devoted his life to a seemingly endless battle.
"Thank you for your concern, Detective," you said softly, your voice steadier than you felt. "But I think it's time for you to leave."
Vancouver nodded, a flicker of disappointment crossing his face before he schooled his features back into a neutral expression. He stood slowly, straightening his rumpled jacket.
"Remember what I said, Mrs. Haitani," he said, his hand on the doorknob. "That number works any time, day or night. Don't wait until it's too late."
With that, he slipped out of your office, and out of the building leaving you rattled.
With shaking fingers, you reached for your phone, scrolling through your contacts until you found Ran’s name. Your thumb hovered over the call button, but something held you back.
What would you even say? How could you explain anything that had occurred in this office without Ran becoming instantly suspicious?
Opening the drawer to your desk, you slipped Detective Vancouver’s card inside, burying it beneath a stack of papers. Out of sight but not out of mind.
Glancing at the clock on your desk, you realize with a start that it was well past time to pick up Kai from daycare. Gathering your things, you tried to push the meeting between you and Vancouver to the back of your mind, focusing instead on the mundane details of your evening routine.
As you stepped out of the office building, the air was thick with exhaust fumes and the faint aroma of street vender food, a heady mixture that seemed to encapsulate the essence of the city. You paused for a moment on the steps, fishing in your bag for your sunglasses to shield your eyes from the harsh glare.
Across the street, a non descript sedan sat idling at the curb, its tinted windows reflecting the golden light of the setting sun. To the casual observer, it might have seemed like just another parked car in the sea of urban traffic.
But in the shadowy interior, a figure sat hunched over a camera with a telephoto lens, the rapid-fire click of the shutter barely audible over the ambient noise of the city. The camera’s lens tracked Detective Vancouver as he exited the building, capturing his every move as he made his way down the street. Then it swung back, focusing on you as you emerged from the office’s revolving doors.
Unaware of your tail, you navigated the busy streets on autopilot, your mind still reeling from the conversation with Vancouver. By the time you reached the daycare, you were surprised to see that Ran was already present, carefully guiding Kai out of the building with her hand in his.
Seeing Ran and Kai together outside the daycare sent a wave of conflicting emotions through you. Relief at the sight of your family safe and whole warred with the lingering unease from your conversation with Detective Vancouver.
As you approached, Kai's face lit up.
"Mama!" she squealed, breaking free from Ran's grasp to toddle towards you on unsteady legs.
You scooped her up, wrapping her in a tight hug.
"Hi baby," you murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Over Kai's head, your eyes met Ran's.
His expression was unreadable, his amethyst eyes scanning your face as if searching for something.
"You're late," he said, his tone neutral but with an undercurrent of tension.
"I'm sorry," you replied, adjusting Kai on your hip. “I had some things I had to finish up at the office, I meant to give you a call,”
Ran's eyes narrowed slightly as he studied your face.
"Everything alright?" he asked, his tone casual but his gaze intense.
You swallowed hard, forcing a smile.
"Of course," you replied, bouncing Kai on your hip. "Just busy with work. How was your day, sweetheart?"
Kai launched into an animated recounting of her day at daycare, her childish chatter filling the awkward silence between you and Ran. As you listened to her, nodding and making appropriate sounds of interest, you could feel Ran's eyes on you, searching for any sign of deception.
"Let's head home," Ran said finally, reaching out to take Kai from your arms. "I'll make dinner tonight."
The drive home was tense, the air in the car thick with unspoken questions although you drove separately. It felt wrong to lie to Ran, well… Technically you weren’t lying, just holding back some info. It’d be better for him to hear it from you, rather than someone else.
You pulled into the driveway after Ran, parking your sedan beside the black SUV he drove. By the time you exited your own vehicle, Ran had scooped Kai up in his arms and was standing at the front door unlocking it with his house key.
You followed him inside in silence, listening to Kai gush all over him her hands slung tightly around his neck. She missed her dad, that much was obvious and the sight of watching those two interact with one another nearly brought tears to your eyes.
How could you do any of this without Ran. There wasn’t a world where you imagined where he wasn’t in the picture. The wedding you imagined, the big house, a big happy family, you never saw any of that slipping through your fingers in your shared future.
The evening pressed on as usual, after a bath you had Kai asleep and ready for bed by 8 PM. Ran spent a majority of the evening on the phone, busy, in his study. You knew there was a lot going on, hell Ran was probably just as stressed as you were. But you wanted to talk to him about the meeting at your office, you had to tell him, keeping secrets wouldn’t play out well for you in the future the longer you kept them from him.
Leaving Ran to take his important phone calls in his grand study, you retreated to the privacy of your shared bedroom. With a sigh of relief, you made your way into the spacious bathroom, adorned with marble countertops and sparkling gold fixtures. You indulged in a moment of luxury, carefully selecting your favorite bath oils and lighting scented candles before starting to run a warm bath. As you slipped out of your clothes and into the luxurious, oversized bathtub, you let all of your worries melt away in the soothing water.
The warm water enveloped you like a comforting embrace, the lavender-scented steam rising in delicate wisps around you. You closed your eyes, letting your head rest against the curved edge of the tub as you tried to quiet the tumultuous thoughts swirling in your mind. The soft glow of candlelight flickered against your eyelids, casting dancing shadows on the tiled walls.
Time seemed to stretch and blur as you soaked, the tension slowly seeping from your muscles. The quiet drip of the faucet and the occasional distant sound of traffic outside were the only interruptions to the peaceful silence. You let your mind drift, focusing on the sensation of the water lapping gently against your skin, the silky feel of the bath oils you'd added.
You weren't sure how long you'd been lying there when you heard the soft click of the bathroom door opening.
Your eyes fluttered open as you heard Ran's footsteps approaching the tub. He stood there for a moment, his eyes roaming over your form beneath the water before he began unbuttoning his shirt.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
You shook your head, shifting slightly to make room as Ran slipped out of his clothes and into the warm water behind you. His strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. You let out a contented sigh, relaxing into his embrace.
For a long moment, you both simply sat there in comfortable silence, the gentle lapping of the water the only sound in the room. Ran's fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin beneath the surface, sending pleasant shivers down your spine.
"You seemed tense earlier," Ran murmured, his lips brushing against your ear.
You felt a shiver run down your spine at Ran's words, torn between the comfort of his embrace and the weight of the secrets you were keeping. For a moment, you considered brushing it off, assuring him everything was fine. But the memory of Detective Vancouver's warning echoed in your mind.
Taking a deep breath, you turned slightly in Ran's arms to face him.
"Something happened at the office today," you began hesitantly, your voice barely above a whisper. "The same detective from earlier this week came in to talk to me again."
You felt Ran tense behind you, his arms tightening around your waist.
"What did he want?" he asked, his voice carefully controlled.
Swallowing hard, you recounted the conversation, watching Ran's expression carefully as you spoke. When you finished, a heavy silence fell over the bathroom, broken only by the gentle lapping of water against the sides of the bathtub.
Ran's expression darkened as you recounted your conversation with Detective Vancouver, his jaw clenching visibly. When you finished speaking, a heavy silence fell over the bathroom.
"He said what?" Ran's voice was dangerously low, his arms tightening around you. "That bastard had the nerve to come to your office and threaten you?"
You shook your head quickly, water droplets scattering from your damp hair.
"No, Ran, it wasn't like that. He seemed... concerned. He said he wanted to help."
Ran let out a harsh laugh, the sound echoing off the tiled walls.
"Help? By trying to turn you against me? By planting doubts in your mind?"
Ran's eyes blazed with a cold fury that caused you to freeze, despite the warm water surrounding you. You could feel the tension radiating from his body, his muscles coiled tight like a spring ready to snap.
"Ran," you said softly, placing a hand on his chest in an attempt to calm him. "He didn't turn me against you. I'm here, aren't I? I'm telling you everything."
His gaze softened slightly at your touch, but the anger still simmered beneath the surface.
"You should have called me immediately," he said, his voice low. "This detective is dangerous, Y/N. He's trying to manipulate you, to use you to get to me."
You chewed on your lip, torn between the logical reasoning of Ran's words and the growing fear that Vancouver's visit had instilled in you.
"I-I know," you whispered, your voice trembling with uncertainty. The memory of Vancouver's warning about liabilities flashed through your mind.
Was Ran really be capable of hurting you? You hesitated, unable to trust your own thoughts. After all, if you became a threat to the organization, he would likely dispose of you without a second thought. Your heart raced as you grappled with this terrifying realization, unsure of what to believe anymore.
Ran's expression softened slightly as he took in your trembling form. He cupped your face gently in his hands, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze.
"Y/N," he said softly, his bright eyes intense as they searched yours. "I need you to listen to me very carefully. You and Kai are everything to me. Everything. There is nothing in this world I wouldn't do to keep you safe."
His thumb brushed across your cheek, wiping away a tear you hadn't realized had fallen.
"I know you're scared," he continued, his voice low and soothing. "And I'm sorry for that. I never wanted this life to touch you or Kai. But you have to understand - Vancouver, the police, they don't know me. They don't know us. All they see is what they want to see."
You swallowed hard, your eyes searching Ran's face. Despite the intensity of his gaze, you could see a flicker of vulnerability there, a desperation to make you understand.
"I know," you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I know you love us, Ran. But... the things Vancouver said..."
Ran's jaw clenched, a flash of anger crossing his features before he controlled his expression.
"What exactly did he say?" he asked.
You hesitated, weighing your words carefully.
"He said... he said that sometimes, in this world, the people closest to us can put us in the most danger. Even if they don't mean to."
Ran's piercing gaze bore into you, his fingers tightening around your waist with barely noticeable strength.
"And you believe him?" His voice was low and laced with a dangerous edge.
You froze in his grasp, feeling both vulnerable and desired as he pulled you closer. Your reply came out in a trembling voice, the tension between you palpable.
Ran let out a frustrated sigh, releasing his hold on you and stepping back. "Let's just get some rest," he said, motioning towards the bedroom.
He stood in the bathtub, water trickling down his toned body as he reached for a towel from the closet. As he helped you out of the tub, he gently wiped you down before retrieving your robe and holding it up for you to step into.
But before you could leave the bathroom, Ran pulled you close once more, his hands cupping your face tenderly.
"I hope you know that I love you more than words can express," he murmured, leaning in to kiss you.
His kiss was passionate and fervent, his tongue tracing over your bottom lip in a show of affection. You melted into his embrace, feeling loved and cherished in his arms.
As Ran's lips moved against yours, a heady mixture of desire and unease swirled within you. His hands slid down to your waist, fingertips ghosting over the damp silk of your robe. You shivered, not entirely from cold.
"I love you too," you breathed as he finally pulled away. The words felt both true and somehow insufficient, failing to capture the complexity of your emotions.
Ran's amethyst eyes searched yours, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them.
"Then trust me," he murmured, his voice low and hypnotic. "Whatever Vancouver said, whatever doubts you have... I need you to believe in us."
You nodded, wanting desperately to banish the nagging worry that had taken root. Ran's fingers intertwined with yours as he led you to the bedroom, the plush carpet soft beneath your bare feet.
The room was bathed in soft amber light from the bedside lamps, casting long shadows across the walls. As you approached the bed, your gaze was drawn to the cityscape beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, a glittering expanse of lights that seemed to mirror the stars above.
Ran released your hand and moved to close the heavy curtains, plunging the room into a cocoon of darkness and privacy. You perched on the edge of the bed, the silk of your robe clinging to your still-damp skin. The mattress dipped as Ran sat beside you, his warmth radiating through the thin barrier of fabric between you.
"Y/n," he murmured, his husky voice sending shivers down your spine. His fingers traced the curve of your shoulder, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.
"C’mere," he whispered, pulling you onto his lap with strong arms encircling your waist.
Ran's lips brushed along your pulse point, causing your heart to race and your breath to hitch. His hands roamed freely over your body, teasing at the sash of your robe until it fell open, exposing your skin.
You allowed it, even assisting him by shrugging off the silk fabric from your shoulders, eager for his touch. The cool air of the room contrasted with the warmth radiating from Ran's body as he leaned in closer.
“I love you,” Ran said, his voice filled with adoration as his hand trailed up your inner thigh. You couldn't help but let out a soft moan as his fingers reached their destination at the apex of your thighs.
“I love you too,” you squeaked, your voice trembling with desire as he continued to explore every inch of your body with skilled fingers.
“Prove it,” he rasped, laying you down on the soft comforter and hovering over you like a predator ready to claim its prey. Your heart raced with anticipation as you eagerly complied, showing him just how much you loved him in every way possible.
His lips pressed against yours once more, his tongue eagerly exploring and entwining with your own as you writhed beneath him. Your legs parted instinctively, inviting him to come closer. He wedged himself between your thighs, his body pressing against yours in a primal embrace. You could feel his hardness against you, the tip of his growing arousal rubbing slowly and teasingly against your slick folds. Each touch sent shivers down your spine and fueled your desire for more of him.
You arched into Ran's touch, your body responding to his with an intensity that left you breathless. The world beyond your bedroom faded away, leaving only the intoxicating sensation of skin on skin, the mingling of their breaths in the dim light.
Ran's amethyst eyes locked onto yours, dark with desire yet tinged with something deeper - a possessiveness that both thrilled and unnerved you. His fingers tangled in your curls as he claimed your mouth in a searing kiss that spoke of barely restrained passion.
"Mine," he growled against your lips, his voice rough with need.
Your own reply was lost in a gasp of pleasure as Ran entered you in one smooth thrust. You moved together in a familiar dance, bodies entwined and hearts racing. The air grew thick with the scent of your lovemaking, punctuated by soft moans and whispered endearments.
As you neared their peak, a distant sound filtered through the haze of passion - the chime of Ran's phone on the nightstand. He ignored it, focusing instead on bringing you to the edge of ecstasy. But even as waves of pleasure washed over you, you caught a fleeting expression cross Ran's face - a tightening around his eyes, a tension in his jaw that hadn't been there moments before.
In the afterglow, as they lay tangled in sweat-dampened sheets, that same tension lingered in the set of Ran's shoulders. His fingers traced idle patterns on your skin, but his gaze was distant, as if his mind had already left your intimate cocoon for darker waters beyond.
if u voted for trump, I mean this in the most disrespectful way possible, I do not want anything to do with you. Not only did you vote against basic human rights and equality, you decided rascism, homophobia, islamophobia, transphobia & misogynistic behavior wasn't a deal breaker. i do not want your follow or support ! thank you.
warnings: shower sex, accusations of betraying bonten, reader is kind of being annoying.
a/n: i loove stories with a whole lot of drama, kidnapping, muder, actionnnn. I'm bringing this story back because there was such a bunch of nutty stuff happening and I feel like the way I ended it wasn't really giving me any closure, so off we go again! you can also read this story on AO3.
The following day was a blur of routine, like walking through quicksand. You forced yourself out of bed, trying to shake off the memories of Rin's words from the night before. Breakfast with Kai felt like a chore, and rushing her off to daycare was a relief.
At the office, you went through the motions, plastering on a fake smile for your clients while your mind screamed in agony. When the last client cancelled their appointment, it wasn't even noon yet. During a short lunch break, you mindlessly scrolled through social media and news articles, desperately searching for any mention of Ran or Bonten.
And then you froze. Your heart dropped to your stomach as you read the headline: "Ran Haitani suspected Bonten member identified in ATF investigation." Panic set in, your hands shaking as you clicked on the article and scanned every word, hoping it wasn't true. But deep down, you knew this was just the beginning of a nightmare that would consume your life.
As you read the text, a mix of anger and fear bubbled up inside you. You slammed your hands on the desk, cursing under your breath. Ran's bond hearing was today at 1 PM, and you couldn't shake off the worry that he wouldn't be released.
The thought of going to the courthouse filled you with dread and hope at the same time. On one hand, maybe you could finally find out what he was being charged with. On the other hand, facing those charges could potentially destroy any hope of a future together. Yet, not knowing was driving you crazy.
Your hands shook as you dialed Yoko's number.
"I need to take the afternoon off," you said, your voice tight. "Family emergency."
"Of course," Yoko replied, concern evident in her tone. "Is everything alright?"
You swallowed hard. "I hope so," you managed before hanging up.
The drive to the courthouse was a blur. You parked haphazardly, barely remembering to lock the car as you rushed inside. The halls were bustling with activity, but you barely noticed as you searched for the right courtroom.
You slipped inside just as the proceedings were beginning. Your eyes scanned the room, finally landing on Ran. He sat at the defendant's table, his posture relaxed but his eyes alert. When he caught sight of you, a flicker of surprise crossed his face before he schooled his features back into a neutral expression.
The judge called the court to order, her stern gaze sweeping the room. You slid into a seat in the back, heart pounding. Ran's lawyer, a sharp-looking woman in a crisp suit, stood to address the court.
"Your Honor, my client, Mr. Haitani, is a respected businessman with deep ties to the community. He has no prior criminal record and poses no flight risk. We request that he be released on his own recognizance."
The prosecutor, a balding man with a permanent scowl, rose to object.
"Your Honor, the charges against Mr. Haitani are extremely serious. The government has evidence linking him to large-scale weapons trafficking. We believe he poses a significant danger to the community and request that bail be denied."
Your breath caught in your throat. Weapons trafficking? The room seemed to spin around you as you struggled to process this information.
The judge's gavel echoed through the courtroom, silencing the murmurs that had broken out.
"I've reviewed the evidence presented by both sides," she said, her voice stern. "While the charges are indeed serious, Mr. Haitani has significant ties to the community and no prior criminal record. Bail is set at five million dollars."
A wave of relief washed over you, followed quickly by anxiety. Five million was a staggering amount, but you knew Ran could manage it. The question was, what would happen next?
As the proceedings wrapped up, you locked eyes with Ran across the courtroom. His expression was unreadable, but you caught a flicker of something in his gaze - concern, perhaps? Or determination?
You rose to leave, your legs unsteady beneath you. As you stumbled out of the courtroom, your mind reeling, a firm hand gripped your elbow. You looked up to see Mikey, one of Ran's most trusted associates, his face a mask of barely contained fury.
"We need to talk," he growled, steering you towards a secluded alcove. The scent of his cologne, spicy and aggressive, filled your nostrils as he leaned in close. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
You blinked, confusion momentarily overriding your anxiety.
"What are you talking about?"
Mikey's eyes narrowed, his grip on your arm tightening painfully. "Don't play dumb with me. We know you've been talking to the feds."
Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest as it pounded relentlessly, the sound almost deafening in your ears. With each beat, you could feel the fear and desperation growing within you.
"That's ridiculous," you hissed through gritted teeth, trying to pry your arm free from his iron grip but failing miserably.
Mikey's suspicious gaze burned into you, causing a deep sense of dread to settle in the pit of your stomach. You continued to plead your innocence, tears threatening to spill from your burning eyes.
"The ATF showed up yesterday to question me. It was the first time I had any contact with them and Ran knew they were coming," you stammered, knowing the consequences of crossing Bonten's circle and talking to authorities. The image of Ivy, beaten and broken, flashed before your eyes.
You couldn't afford to make any mistakes now. Your life depended on convincing Mikey of the truth.
Mikey’s eyes narrowed as he studied your face, searching for any sign of deception. After a tense moment, his grip on your arm loosened slightly.
“Alright,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. Mikey turned, glancing over his shoulder with a sharp gaze locked on a tall man with sleek blonde hair standing nearby. His presence seemed to radiate power and authority, causing the crowd of people exiting the court house to part around him like water around a stone. “Draken, get Mrs. Haitani back home safe, will you?”
You knew who Draken was, but had never had a prolonged conversation with him. As he approached you now, you tried to gather your bearings, feeling slightly intimidated by his imposing stature and piercing blue eyes.
“You alright?” He asked, his voice laced with sincerity as he took in your disheveled appearance.
You only nodded, quickly wiping at the corners of your eyes to ensure your mascara didn’t smear.
“I’m fine, I’ll be a lot better when Ran is home,” you admitted softly.
Draken nodded understandingly, running a hand through his perfectly styled blonde locks.
“I’ll follow you to pick up the kid and then escort you home,” he said firmly. “You probably need to take a few days off work until we sort this shit out, but other than that Ran should be home before the end of the night.”
Feeling a sense of relief wash over you at his words, you nodded once more and turned to head back towards the parking garage with Draken close behind. The sound of bustling city streets surrounded you as you walked, but all you could focus on was getting home safely.
The drive home was tense, with Draken following close behind your car. You tried to focus on the road, but your mind kept drifting back to the courthouse, to Ran's impassive face as the judge set bail.
At the daycare, you plastered on a smile for Kai, who squealed with delight at the sight of you. As you buckled her into her car seat, you caught sight of Draken waiting patiently by his sleek black car, his eyes constantly scanning the area.
Once home, you busied yourself with Kai, grateful for the distraction. Draken took up position outside, a silent sentinel. As evening fell, you put Kai to bed, your heart aching as she asked for her daddy.
"Soon, baby," you murmured, kissing her forehead. "Daddy will be home soon."
Downstairs, you poured yourself a glass of wine, trying to steady your nerves. The house felt too quiet, too empty without Ran's presence. You found yourself pacing, checking your phone obsessively for any news.
Just as you were considering calling Rin for an update, you heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. Your heart leapt into your throat as you rushed to the window, peering out through the curtains.
Relief flooded through you as you saw Ran step out of a sleek black car, looking tired but unharmed. You yanked open the front door, barely remembering to disable the security system in your haste.
Ran's eyes met yours as he walked up the path, his expression softening.
"Y/n," he murmured, pulling you into a tight embrace as soon as he crossed the threshold.
You clung to him, inhaling his familiar scent as tears pricked at your eyes.
"Ran," you breathed, your voice muffled against his chest. "I was so worried."
He pulled back slightly, his hands coming up to cup your face. His amethyst eyes searched yours, a mix of emotions swirling in their depths.
"I'm sorry," he said softly. "I never meant for you to get caught up in this."
You shook your head, pulling him further into the house and closing the door behind you.
"What happened? The charges they're talking about... weapons trafficking? Ran, tell me it isn't true."
Ran sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. In the soft light of the entryway, you could see the exhaustion etched on his face, the subtle lines of worry around his eyes.
"It's... complicated," he said finally.
You could tell he didn’t want to go into details right at this moment.
Ran removed his suit jacket and hung it over the arm of the sectional before pulling you into his lap. He nosed at the crook in your throat softly inhaling the scent of your perfume.
“The little bean asleep?” Ran asked.
You nodded a faint gasp escaping your lips as he placed a chaste kiss along your pulse.
“She’s been down for a bit” you replied.
Ran's warm, calloused hands gently rested at your hips as he guided you up the staircase. His firm grip instilled a sense of trust and excitement in you. Finally reaching the bedroom, he turned to face you and slipped his hand into yours, pulling you closer.
In the spacious bathroom, Ran quickly shed his suit, revealing a toned and tanned physique. The ambient lighting cast shadows across his defined muscles as he walked towards the shower. With a flick of his wrist, he turned on the faucet and steam began to fill the room.
You couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine as you watched him step under the hot water, droplets cascading over his body. As he beckoned for you to join him, you eagerly stepped into the warmth of the shower, knowing this would be a night to remember.
As you stepped into the steamy shower, Ran pulled you close, his hands sliding along your slick skin. The hot water cascaded over you both as he captured your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. You melted into his embrace, all the fear and tension of the past days dissolving under his touch.
Ran's lips trailed down your neck, eliciting a soft gasp from you. His hands roamed your body, reacquainting himself with every curve and plane. You arched into his touch, desperate for more.
"I missed you," he murmured against your skin, his voice husky with desire.
You tangled your fingers in his wet hair, pulling him back up for another searing kiss.
"Show me," you breathed.
Ran pressed you firmly against the cool tile, his strong hands gripping your thighs as he held you up. The contrast of the chilly wall at your back and his hot skin against your front sent shivers down your spine.
His lips found yours again in a searing kiss, tongue delving deep as he ground his hips against you. You could feel how hard he was already, his arousal evident as it rubbed against your core.
"Ran," you gasped, breaking the kiss to throw your head back. He took the opportunity to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down your throat.
"Tell me what you want," he murmured against your skin, nipping lightly at your collarbone.
"You," you breathed. "I want you. Please."
With a low growl, Ran shifted his hips and slowly pushed inside you. You both groaned at the exquisite sensation as he filled you completely. For a moment, he stilled, allowing you to adjust to his size.
"You feel so good," Ran murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "So perfect for me."
Ran began to move, his thrusts slow and deep. The hot water continued to cascade over your entwined bodies, adding to the sensual atmosphere. You clung to his broad shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as pleasure coursed through you.
The bathroom filled with the sounds of your shared passion - soft moans, gasps, and the rhythmic slap of skin on skin. Steam swirled around you, creating a cocoon of intimacy that shut out the rest of the world. In this moment, nothing existed beyond the two of you and the ecstasy building between your bodies.
Ran's pace quickened, his hips snapping against yours with increased urgency. You could feel the familiar tension coiling low in your belly, your release drawing ever closer. Ran seemed to sense it too, one hand sliding between your bodies to stroke you in time with his thrusts.
"Ran," you moaned, feeling yourself getting close to the edge. "I'm so close..."
A primal growl reverberated from deep within his chest, his thrusts becoming more forceful and urgent.
You could feel the intensity building between you as he murmured against your ear, "Come for me, baby."
His words sent shivers down your spine and ignited a fire inside you. With each thrust, he pushed you closer to the brink of ecstasy.
Finally, with a loud cry of his name, you let yourself go, surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure that consumed you. Your body shook in his arms as waves of bliss washed over you.
Ran joined you in your release, his cries mingling with yours as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. The warm water cascading down on both of you only added to the sensation of being lost in each other's embrace. And as you both slowly came down from your intense high, you couldn't help but hold each other even closer, savoring the moment together.
Finally, Ran gently lowered you to your feet, keeping a steadying hand on your waist.
As Ran gently lathered your skin with soap, you leaned into his touch, savoring the tender moment. The warm water cascaded over you both, washing away the remnants of passion and the lingering tension of the past days.
"I love you," you murmured, tilting your head back to meet his gaze.
Ran's eyes softened, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.
"I love you too," he replied, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. "More than you know."
As you finished washing up, a comfortable silence fell between you. Ran wrapped you in a fluffy towel, his touch gentle as he helped you dry off. You couldn't help but notice the way his eyes lingered on you, filled with a mix of desire and something deeper - a fierce protectiveness that both thrilled and unsettled you.
Once dried off, you both slipped into comfortable sleepwear and settled into bed. Ran pulled you close, your back pressed against his chest as he draped an arm protectively over your waist. For a long moment, you simply lay there in the darkness, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing.
"Ran," you said softly, breaking the silence. "We need to talk about what happened."
You felt him tense slightly behind you, his arm tightening almost imperceptibly around you. "I know," he murmured, his breath warm against your neck.
"But not tonight, okay? Let's just... be here, for now."
Part of you wanted to push, to demand answers about the charges, about what this meant for your future. But you could hear the weariness in his voice, feel the way he clung to you as if you might disappear. So instead, you nodded, lacing your fingers through his.
"Okay," you whispered. "But tomorrow, we talk. No more secrets, Ran. Not about this."
You felt him nod against your shoulder, his lips brushing your skin in a soft kiss. "Tomorrow," he agreed. "I promise."
As you drifted off to sleep in Ran's arms, you couldn't shake the feeling that tomorrow's conversation would change everything. But for now, you let yourself be lulled by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, savoring this moment of peace in the eye of the storm.
The next morning, you awoke to an empty bed, the sheets beside you cool to the touch. For a moment, panic gripped you - had Ran left in the night? But then you heard the faint sounds of movement downstairs, and relief washed over you.
Slipping on a robe, you padded quietly down the stairs. In the kitchen, you found Ran, already dressed in a crisp white shirt and dark slacks. He was pouring coffee into two mugs, his back to you.
"Morning," you said softly, not wanting to startle him.
Ran turned, a small smile playing at his lips as he took in your sleep-rumpled appearance. "Good morning," he replied, holding out a mug to you. "I was just about to wake you."
You accepted the coffee gratefully, inhaling the rich aroma. "Is Kai still asleep?"
Ran nodded. "Out like a light. I checked on her before coming down."
You took a sip of coffee, savoring the warmth. For a moment, you both stood in companionable silence, the early morning sunlight streaming through the kitchen windows. It felt almost normal - just another quiet morning with your husband. But the events of yesterday hung heavy in the air between you.
"Ran," you began, setting your mug down on the counter. "We need to talk about what's going on."
His expression grew serious as he leaned against the kitchen island, his own coffee forgotten.
"I know," he said softly. "And I promised you answers. But Y/n, you have to understand - there are some things I can't tell you. For your own safety."
You felt a flicker of frustration.
"My own safety? Ran, I'm already involved. The ATF showed up at my office out of the blue, they’re probably tapping our phones and whatever else,” you said.
Ran's expression darkened at your words. He set his mug down with a bit more force than necessary, running a hand through his hair in frustration.
"That's exactly why I can't tell you everything," he said, his voice low and intense. "The less you know, the safer you are. If they question you again, you can honestly say you don't know anything."
You shook your head, taking a step closer to him.
"That's not good enough, Ran. We're partners. We're supposed to face things together. How am I supposed to support you if I don't even know what we're up against?"
Ran's eyes softened slightly as he reached out to cup your cheek. "You support me by being here," he murmured. "By taking care of Kai. By living your life as normally as possible."
You leaned into his touch, even as frustration bubbled up inside you.
"But it's not normal, is it?" you whispered. "Not when you're facing weapons trafficking charges. Not when there are federal agents watching our every move."
Ran sighed heavily, his hand dropping from your face. He turned away, bracing his hands on the kitchen counter. For a long moment, he was silent, the tension in his shoulders visible even through his crisp shirt.
"The charges... they're not entirely unfounded," he said finally, his voice low. "But it's more complicated than that."
Your heart sank at his words, even though part of you had already suspected as much. "Tell me," you urged gently. "Help me understand."
Ran turned back to face you, his amethyst eyes filled with a mix of determination and regret. "Bonten... we've been expanding our operations," he said carefully. "Moving into new territories, new... products."
Your stomach churned at his words.
"Products like weapons?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
Ran nodded slowly. "Among other things. It's... lucrative. And necessary, to maintain our position."
You felt a wave of nausea wash over you. Part of you had always known that Ran's business dealings weren't entirely above board, but this... this was beyond anything you had imagined.
"Why?" you asked, searching his face for answers. "Why risk everything like this? We have a good life, Ran. We have Kai to think about."
Ran's expression softened as he stepped closer to you, taking your hands in his.
"Everything I do is for you and Kai," he said softly, his eyes intense as they met yours. "To secure our future, to make sure you'll always be safe and provided for."
You shook your head, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "But at what cost, Ran? If you go to prison..."
"That's not going to happen," Ran interrupted, his voice firm. "I have contingencies in place. The best lawyers money can buy. And... other measures."
A chill ran down your spine at his words. "Other measures?" you repeated, not sure you wanted to know the answer.
Ran's eyes hardened slightly. "The less you know about that, the better," he said. "But trust me when I say that I have everything under control."
You wanted to believe him, to trust that he had everything under control. But doubt gnawed at you, images of Ran behind bars flashing through your mind.
"And what if you don't?" you asked softly, your voice trembling slightly. "What if something goes wrong? Ran, I can't... I can't do this alone. I can't raise Kai by myself while you're in prison."
Ran's expression softened, and he pulled you into a tight embrace. You buried your face in his chest, inhaling his familiar scent as tears threatened to fall.
"That won't happen," he murmured, his voice low and intense. "I promise you, Y/n. I will always be here for you and Kai. No matter what."
You wanted to believe him, but fear and doubt still churned in your stomach. Pulling back slightly, you met his gaze.
Ran held your gaze, his eyes filled with determination and a fierce protectiveness that both comforted and unsettled you.
"I need you to trust me," he said softly, his hands coming up to cup your face. "Can you do that?"
You hesitated, torn between your love for him and the fear gnawing at your insides. "I want to," you whispered. "But Ran, this is so much bigger than anything we've faced before. How can I just go on like everything's normal when I know you're in danger?"
Ran's thumb brushed gently across your cheek, wiping away a tear you hadn't realized had fallen. "Because that's what we have to do," he said firmly. "For Kai. For our family. We have to present a united front, show them that nothing can shake us."
Your head was spinning as you nodded, trying to gather the shreds of your courage. With a knot in your stomach, you finally mustered up the nerve to mention your encounter with Mikey earlier that day, knowing it could potentially put you in more danger than Ran had warned. The thought of Mikey thinking you were a snitch made your blood run cold, and the realization that someone had fabricated this lie about you talking to the police only added fuel to the fire. You anxiously bit your lip as you looked to Ran for guidance, struggling to keep your composure despite the tightness in your throat.
"Mikey...he thinks I'm working with the feds," you managed to choke out, your voice trembling with fear and uncertainty. "But it's not true...someone told him that I was talking to the cops."
Ran's eyes flashed dangerously at your words, his jaw clenching. "Mikey confronted you?" he asked, his voice low and tightly controlled.
You nodded, swallowing hard. "At the courthouse. He... he grabbed me, accused me of talking to the feds. Ran, I swear I haven't said anything to anyone."
Ran pulled you close, his arms wrapping protectively around you. "I know," he murmured against your hair. "I know you wouldn't do that. Fuck, I'm going to kill Mikey for laying hands on you."
You shuddered at the cold fury in his voice. "It's not just Mikey," you said softly. "Someone told him I was talking to the police."
Ran tensed, his grip on you tightening. "Who else knows about this?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
You shook your head, pulling back slightly to meet his gaze. "I don't know. Mikey didn't say. But Ran, if someone's spreading lies about me..."
"I'll handle it," Ran said firmly, his eyes blazing with determination.
A chill ran down your spine at his words. You knew what "handling it" could mean in Ran's world. "Ran, please," you whispered. "Don't do anything rash. We don't know who's behind this."
Ran's expression softened slightly as he cupped your face in his hands. "I won't let anyone hurt you," he murmured. "Or put you in danger, I’ll figure it out,”
Your heart raced as you stared at the two agents, fighting to keep your expression neutral. "Of course," you said smoothly, gesturing to the chairs in front of your desk.
"Please, have a seat." you said.
As they settled in, you sank back into your own chair, mind whirling. What could Ran possibly have done to warrant ATF involvement? And why was he turning himself in?
"Mrs. Haitani, we have reason to believe your husband may be involved in some illegal weapons trafficking," Agent Vancouver began. "Have you noticed anything unusual lately? Any suspicious packages or late night meetings?"
You shook your head, forcing a puzzled frown.
"No, nothing like that. Ran's been busy with work, but that's normal for him."
Agent Harrod leaned forward, his intense gaze boring into you.
"And what exactly does your husband do for work, Mrs. Haitani?" Agent Harrod's voice held a note of skepticism.
You met his gaze steadily, your heart pounding beneath your calm exterior. "He's in imports and exports. Mostly consumer goods from China and Southeast Asia." The lie rolled smoothly off your tongue, practiced and polished over the years.
"Mhm," Agent Vancouver murmured, jotting something in his notepad. "And you've never noticed anything... out of the ordinary with these shipments?"
"No, never," you replied, allowing a hint of confusion to color your tone. "Is there a specific reason you're asking about this? Has something happened?"
The agents exchanged a glance. "We're not at liberty to discuss the details of our investigation," Vancouver said carefully. "But we have credible information linking your husband to some very dangerous people."
You forced a look of concern onto your face, though inside your stomach churned with anxiety.
"Dangerous people? I don't understand. Ran's just a businessman."
Agent Harrod's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Mrs. Haitani, we have evidence suggesting your husband may be involved with the Bonten syndicate. Are you familiar with that organization?"
Your breath caught in your throat, but you managed to keep your expression neutral.
"I've heard the name on the news, I think. Some kind of criminal organization?" You shook your head. "But I don't see how Ran could possibly be mixed up with anything like that."
Vancouver leaned forward, his voice softening.
"We understand this must be difficult to hear. But we need your cooperation. If you know anything at all that might help our investigation, now is the time to speak up."
The tension in the room was palpable.
A chill ran down your spine, but you kept your composure, arching an eyebrow skeptically.
"I find that hard to believe," you said, injecting just the right amount of indignation into your voice. "Ran is a businessman, not some kind of criminal."
Agent Harrod's eyes narrowed slightly.
"With all due respect, Mrs. Haitani, you might be surprised what your husband is capable of."
You felt a flicker of anger at his insinuation, though you knew it was likely true. Still, you clung to your role as the innocent, oblivious wife.
"I think I know my own husband," you said coolly.
Vancouver held up a placating hand.
"We understand this must be difficult to hear. We're just trying to get to the truth. If you think of anything that might be relevant, please give us a call." He slid a business card across your desk.
You picked it up, examining it briefly before setting it aside.
"Of course," you said, your tone polite but cool. "Is there anything else?"
The agents exchanged a glance. "Not at the moment," Vancouver said, rising to his feet. "Thank you for your time, Mrs. Haitani."
As they turned to leave, you called after them.
"Agents?" They paused, looking back. You fixed them with a steady gaze. "My husband is a good man. I hope you'll keep that in mind during your investigation."
After they left, you sank back in your chair, exhaling slowly.
Your hands trembled slightly as you reached for your phone, desperate to call Ran. But you stopped yourself, knowing it wasn't safe. If they were watching him, they might be monitoring your calls too.
Instead, you busied yourself tidying your desk, mind racing. What had Ran gotten himself into this time? And why hadn't he warned you sooner?
As you sorted through papers, your eyes fell on the box of wedding invitations. A lump formed in your throat. Would there even be a wedding now?
The rest of the day passed in a blur. You went through the motions, seeing patients and handling paperwork, but your thoughts were elsewhere. By the time you locked up the office, your nerves were frayed.
The drive home was tense, your eyes constantly darting to the rearview mirror, half-expecting to see a tail. But no one followed you to the quiet suburban street.
As your driver pulled into the daycare parking lot, the late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the asphalt. The cheerful chatter of children and parents filtered through your car window, a stark contrast to the turmoil churning inside you. You plastered on a smile as you walked through the colorful hallways, decorated with finger paintings and construction paper crafts.
Kai's face lit up when she saw you, her chubby hands reaching out as she toddled over. "Mama!" she squealed, her dark curls bouncing. You scooped her up, inhaling her sweet baby scent, and for a moment the world felt right again.
"Hey, baby girl," you murmured, kissing her cheek. "Ready to go home?"
The drive home was filled with Kai's animated babbling from the backseat. You nodded and responded at the appropriate moments, but your mind was elsewhere. As you pulled into the driveway, you scanned the quiet street, half-expecting to see unmarked police cars. But everything seemed normal.
Inside, you went through the motions of your evening routine - dinner, bath time, bedtime stories. Kai seemed to sense your distraction, clinging to you more than usual. As you tucked her into her little bed, she looked up at you with Ran's eyes.
"Where Dada?" she asked sleepily.
Your throat tightened. "Daddy had to work late, sweetheart. He'll be home soon." You prayed it wasn't a lie.
As Kai peacefully slept, you found yourself unable to relax in the stillness of the house. Every little noise sent shivers down your spine and made you question who or what could be lurking in the shadows. You poured yourself a glass of wine, but even that couldn't calm your nerves as you anxiously took in the ticking of the clock on the mantle. Just when you thought you were safe, the sound of the doorbell shattered the silence. Panic set in as you debated whether to answer it or hide away from potential danger. Who could possibly be at the door? How did they manage to get past all of the security measures? Your mind raced with conflicting thoughts and fears as you cautiously approached the door.
With trembling fingers, you approached the door, heart pounding in your chest. Through the peephole, you caught a glimpse of a familiar silhouette - tall, lean, with shoulder-length hair. Relief washed over you as you recognized Rin, Ran's younger brother.
You quickly undid the locks and pulled open the door. Rin stood there, impeccably dressed as always in a tailored three-piece suit, his gold-framed glasses glinting in the porch light. The Bonten tattoo on his throat seemed to pulse in the shadows.
"Rin," you breathed, ushering him inside. "What's going on? Is Ran okay?"
Rin's stoic expression betrayed nothing as he stepped into the foyer, his polished shoes clicking against the hardwood. The scent of expensive cologne and something darker - gunpowder, perhaps - wafted around him.
"He's fine," Rin said, his voice low and controlled. "Everything is under control."
You closed the door behind him, double-checking the locks. "Under control? Ran said he was turning himself in. The ATF was at my office today, asking questions. What the hell is going on?"
Rin's amethyst eyes swept the room, taking in every detail. "Is Kai asleep?"
You nodded, frustration building.
"Yes, she's been down for hours. Now will you please tell me what's happening?"
He moved further into the house, settling into an armchair in the living room. You perched on the edge of the sofa, hands clasped tightly in your lap.
"There was a... situation," Rin began carefully. "A shipment went missing. Someone talked. Ran is handling it."
You felt a chill run down your spine at Rin's words.
"Handling it how?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
Rin's expression remained impassive, but you caught a flicker of something in his eyes - concern, perhaps?
"It's best you don't know the details," he said. "Plausible deniability."
You swallowed hard, fighting back a wave of nausea.
"And turning himself in? Was that part of... handling it?"
Rin nodded slowly. "A calculated move. It buys us time and throws off suspicion. He'll be out by morning, as he told you."
Your mind reeled, trying to process it all. The quiet life you'd built, the normalcy you'd craved - it was all hanging by a thread. And yet, a part of you had always known this day might come.
You sat in silence for a moment, processing Rin's words. The ticking of the clock on the mantle seemed deafening in the quiet room.
"How bad is it?" you finally asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
Rin's eyes met yours, his gaze intense. "Bad enough that we need to be prepared for anything. Ran wanted me to come check on you and Kai, make sure you're safe."
A chill ran down your spine. "Are we in danger?"
"Not immediately," Rin replied, his tone measured. "But it's best to be cautious. I've stationed extra security around the perimeter. They're discreet - you won't see them, but they're there."
You nodded, a lump forming in your throat. "And Ran? When will I see him?"
"Soon," Rin assured you.
Rin's words offered little comfort as the reality of the situation sank in. You stood abruptly, pacing the living room as anxiety coursed through you.
"I can't believe this is happening," you muttered, running a hand through your hair. "We were supposed to be planning our wedding, not... not dealing with missing shipments and federal agents."
Rin watched you silently, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he spoke, his voice low and measured. "Y/N, you've always known who Ran is. Who we are. This life... it comes with risks."
You whirled to face him, anger flashing in your eyes. "I know that," you hissed. "But I thought... I thought things were different now. We have Kai to think about."
A flicker of emotion - regret, perhaps? - crossed Rin's face.
Rin stood, crossing the room to place a hand on your shoulder. His touch was surprisingly gentle.
"Ran is doing this for Kai," he said softly. "For all of you. He wants to secure a future where you can live without looking over your shoulders."
You let out a shaky breath, fighting back tears. "By putting himself in danger? How does that help us?"
"It's complicated," Rin replied, dropping his hand. "But Ran has a plan. He always does."
You nodded, knowing it was true. Ran was always three steps ahead, always maneuvering behind the scenes. It was part of what made him so successful - and so dangerous.
"What do I do now?" you asked, feeling suddenly lost.
Rin's expression softened slightly.
"You do what you've always done. You take care of Kai. You go to work.”
You nodded, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. Rin was right - you had to keep up appearances, for Kai's sake if nothing else.
"Alright," you said, squaring your shoulders. "I'll carry on as normal. But I want updates, Rin. No more being kept in the dark."
A ghost of a smile flickered across Rin's face. "You're tougher than Ran gives you credit for," he murmured.
You raised an eyebrow. "He should know better by now."
Rin nodded, his expression turning serious once more. "I'll keep you informed as much as I can. But Y/N... be careful. Watch what you say, who you talk to. Trust no one outside the family right now."
The gravity of his words sank in, and you felt a chill run down your spine.
warnings: charming atsumu, flirty atsumu, atsumu being atsumu, fear of butterflies, wholesome, flirty, dating action
a/n: part two of maybe next time~ this is a long one.
synopsis: in which you run into atsumu a second time and he convinces you to go on a date with him. Part one can be read here:
Part 1 // Ao3 - Maybe Next Time
And that wasn't the last time you crossed paths with Atsumu Miya. The following week, as the bell rang to signal the end of class, you gathered your belongings and made your way towards the door, surrounded by your chattering classmates. As you stepped out into the bustling corridor, your foot caught on a loose tile and you stumbled forward, sending your textbook tumbling across the floor. It slid straight towards someone's back, disrupting their conversation with a girl they were flirting with. Their attention was immediately drawn to the book lying at their feet, and then up to meet your apologetic gaze.
Your eyes widened as you locked gazes with none other than Atsumu Miya. His golden-brown eyes sparkled with recognition, a slow grin spreading across his face as he bent to retrieve your fallen textbook. The girl he'd been talking to faded into the background, completely forgotten as Atsumu's attention zeroed in on you with laser-like focus.
"Well, well," he drawled, that hint of a southern twang coloring his words. "Looks like fate's determined to throw us together, pretty."
He sauntered towards you, your textbook held out like an offering. The corridor seemed to narrow, the bustling crowd of students fading away until it felt like just the two of you existed in that moment. Atsumu's presence was magnetic, drawing you in despite your better judgment.
"I believe you owe me something," he said, quirking an eyebrow.
You felt your cheeks flush as Atsumu approached, that infuriating smirk still plastered on his face. You reached out to take your textbook, but he pulled it back at the last second, holding it just out of reach.
"Ah ah," he tsked, wagging a finger. "Not so fast. I believe we had a deal, pretty."
You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the way your heart rate had picked up. "I said if I ever saw you again, not the next time. There's a difference."
Atsumu's grin only widened. "Semantics. Come on now, don't be shy. I've been dying to put a name to that beautiful face."
Against your better judgment, you found yourself fighting back a smile. His persistence was oddly charming, in an annoying sort of way.
You sighed dramatically, holding out your hand for your textbook. "Fine. It's [Y/N]. Happy now?"
Atsumu's eyes lit up as he savored your name, repeating it softly. "[Y/N]," he said, testing how it felt on his tongue. "Beautiful name for a beautiful girl."
He handed over your textbook, but not before letting his fingers brush against yours deliberately. The brief contact sent a jolt through you that you tried desperately to ignore.
"Well, now that we're properly introduced," Atsumu continued, leaning casually against the wall beside you, "how about we grab a coffee? I'd love to get to know you better, [Y/N]."
You clutched your textbook to your chest, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. "I appreciate the offer, but I'm actually running late for my next class."
Atsumu's smile didn't falter. "Rain check then? I'm not letting you slip away that easily, [Y/N]."
You bit your lip, torn between curiosity and caution. "Maybe. We'll see."
As you turned to leave, Atsumu called out, "I'll be at the campus coffee shop tomorrow at 3. Just in case you change your mind."
You glanced back, seeing that infuriating smirk still in place. With a noncommittal shrug, you hurried off to your next class, trying to ignore the way your heart was racing.
The next day, you found yourself hesitating outside the campus coffee shop at 2:55 pm.
You stood outside the coffee shop, your hand hovering over the door handle. Part of you wanted to turn around and walk away, to avoid getting entangled with someone like Atsumu Miya. But another part of you, a part you were trying desperately to ignore, was intrigued.
Taking a deep breath, you pushed open the door and stepped inside. The rich aroma of coffee enveloped you as your eyes scanned the shop. There, in a corner booth, sat Atsumu. His golden hair caught the afternoon sunlight streaming through the window, giving him an almost ethereal glow. As if sensing your presence, he looked up and locked eyes with you, that trademark smirk spreading across his face.
You approached his table, trying to appear nonchalant despite the nervous flutter in your stomach. "Fancy meeting you here," you said dryly.
Atsumu's eyes lit up as you approached, his smirk transforming into a genuine smile. "Well, well. Look who decided to grace me with her presence after all." He gestured to the seat across from him. "I was starting to think you might stand me up."
You slid into the booth, setting your bag beside you. "I was tempted," you admitted. "But curiosity got the better of me."
"Curiosity about little old me?" Atsumu placed a hand over his heart in mock surprise. "I'm flattered."
You rolled your eyes, but couldn't quite suppress the smile tugging at your lips. "Don't let it go to your head. I'm just here for the coffee."
"Of course," Atsumu nodded solemnly, though his eyes danced with amusement. He waved over a waitress. "What's your poison, [Y/N]?"
"Just a latte, please," you told the waitress.
"Make that two," Atsumu added with a wink. As the waitress walked away, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "So, [Y/N], tell me something about yourself that would surprise me."
You raised an eyebrow. "What makes you think I want to surprise you?"
You couldn't help but smile at his boldness. "Fair point. Alright, let's see..." You tapped your chin thoughtfully. "I'm actually a competitive rock climber. I've been doing it since I was a kid."
Atsumu's eyebrows shot up, genuine surprise crossing his features. "No kidding? That's pretty badass. I wouldn't have pegged you for an adrenaline junkie."
"There's a lot you don't know about me," you replied with a sly smile.
"I'm looking forward to finding out," Atsumu said, his voice low and intense. The way he looked at you made your breath catch in your throat.
The waitress arrived with your lattes, breaking the moment. You wrapped your hands around the warm mug, grateful for the distraction.
"So, volleyball star," you said after taking a sip. "Tell me something about yourself that would surprise me."
Atsumu leaned back, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "Hmm, let's see..." He drummed his fingers on the table, then snapped them. "Got it. I'm actually terrified of butterflies."
You nearly choked on your latte. "Butterflies? You're joking."
"Wish I was," Atsumu said with a self-deprecating chuckle. "Something about those fluttering wings just creeps me out. My twin brother Osamu never lets me live it down."
You couldn't help but laugh. "The big, bad volleyball player, brought down by a butterfly. That's priceless."
"Hey now, don't go spreading that around campus," Atsumu warned, but his eyes were twinkling with amusement. "I've got a reputation to uphold, you know."
You mimed zipping your lips. "Your secret's safe with me. Though I might need to keep that information in my back pocket, just in case."
"In case of what?" Atsumu leaned forward, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Planning on using it against me someday, [Y/N]?"
The way he said your name sent a shiver down your spine. You took another sip of your latte to hide your reaction. "Maybe. A girl's got to have some leverage."
Atsumu chuckled, a deep, rich sound that seemed to reverberate through you. "I like the way you think. Clever and beautiful – a dangerous combination,”
As your coffee date drew to a close, you found yourself reluctant to leave. The easy banter and surprising depth of conversation with Atsumu had been unexpectedly enjoyable. You'd discussed everything from your respective sports to favorite books and movies, discovering a shared love of true crime documentaries and spicy food.
"Well, I hate to cut this short," you said, glancing at your watch, "but I've got a study group in twenty minutes."
Atsumu's face fell slightly, but he quickly masked it with a smile. "Time flies when you're having fun, huh? Thanks for giving me a chance, [Y/N]. I had a great time."
You hesitated for a moment, then pulled out your phone. "You know, we should probably exchange numbers. You know, in case I need to warn you about any butterfly sightings on campus."
Atsumu's eyes lit up, a grin spreading across his face. "Well, aren't you just full of surprises? Here I thought I'd have to work a lot harder to get your number."
You rolled your eyes, but couldn't suppress your own smile. "Don't let it go to your head. It's purely for butterfly-related emergencies."
As you exchanged numbers, your fingers brushed against his, sending a jolt of electricity through you. You quickly pulled your hand back, hoping he hadn't noticed your reaction.
"Well, [Y/N]," Atsumu said, standing up as you gathered your things. "It's been a pleasure. I look forward to our next... butterfly emergency."
You laughed, shaking your head. "You're ridiculous, you know that?"
"Part of my charm," he winked, holding the door open for you as you exited.
As you exited the coffee shop, Atsumu fell into step beside you. The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the campus, making his blonde hair shine like spun gold. You were acutely aware of his presence, the subtle scent of his cologne teasing your senses.
"So," Atsumu drawled, his hands casually tucked into his pockets, "about that next butterfly emergency..."
You raised an eyebrow, fighting back a smile. "Oh? And when exactly do you expect that to happen?"
He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, you never know. Those pesky insects could strike at any moment. We should probably have a plan in place. Maybe dinner tomorrow night?"
You couldn't help but laugh at his persistence. "Smooth, Miya. Very smooth."
"I try," he shrugged.
As you walked towards your study group, you found yourself actually considering Atsumu's dinner invitation. There was something undeniably charming about him, despite his reputation as a fuckboy.
"I'll think about it," you said finally, stopping as you reached the library steps. "But no promises."
Atsumu's grin widened. "I'll take it. You won't regret it if you say yes, [Y/N]. I promise to keep the butterfly talk to a minimum."
You rolled your eyes, but couldn't suppress a smile. "Goodbye, Atsumu," you said, turning to head into the library.
"Until next time, [Y/N]," he called after you.
As you settled into your study group, you found your thoughts drifting back to your coffee date with Atsumu. His easy charm and surprising depth had caught you off guard. You tried to focus on your textbook, but images of his golden hair and mischievous smirk kept intruding.
"Earth to [Y/N]," your friend Mei waved a hand in front of your face. "Where'd you go just now?"
You blinked, shaking your head to clear it. "Sorry, just... distracted."
Mei's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Uh-huh. This wouldn't have anything to do with a certain blonde volleyball player, would it?"
Heat rushed to your cheeks. "What? No, of course not."
"Mhmm," Mei hummed, clearly unconvinced. "Spill. I saw you two coming out of the coffee shop earlier. Since when are you hanging out with Atsumu Miya?"
You sighed, knowing there was no point in trying to hide it from your perceptive friend. "It was just coffee. We ran into each other yesterday and he asked me out. I was curious, that's all."
Mei's eyes widened. "Curious? Girl, do you know how many girls would kill to be in your shoes right now? Atsumu Miya is like, the hottest guy on campus."
You rolled your eyes. "He's also got a reputation as a major player. I'm not looking to be another notch on his bedpost."
"But...?" Mei prompted, sensing your hesitation.
You bit your lip. "But..." you hesitated, trying to find the right words. "He surprised me. There's more to him than just the cocky athlete everyone sees. He's actually kind of...charming."
Mei squealed, earning a harsh "Shh!" from the librarian. She lowered her voice to an excited whisper. "I knew it! You like him!"
You felt your cheeks flush. "I didn't say that. I just...I don't know. Maybe I misjudged him."
"So are you going to see him again?" Mei pressed, leaning in eagerly.
You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "He asked me to dinner tomorrow night."
"And?" Mei was practically bouncing in her seat.
"And I said I'd think about it," you admitted.
Mei groaned. "Girl, what is there to think about?”
"Plenty," you hissed, glancing around to make sure no one else was listening. "Look, I know Atsumu has a reputation. I can't just ignore that."
Mei rolled her eyes. "People change, you know. Maybe he's genuinely interested in you."
You chewed your lip, considering her words. "Maybe. But what if I'm just setting myself up to get hurt?"
"What if you're not?" Mei countered. "Come on, [Y/N]. When's the last time you took a chance on someone? You deserve to have some fun."
You sighed, knowing she had a point. It had been a while since you'd let yourself get close to anyone romantically. The fear of getting hurt had kept you guarded, but maybe it was time to take a risk.
"Fine," you relented. "I'll text him after this and say yes to dinner."
Mei squealed again, earning another glare from the librarian. "Yes! You won't regret it, I promise."
You tried to focus on studying for the next hour, but your mind kept drifting to thoughts of Atsumu and your upcoming dinner date. When the study session finally ended, you pulled out your phone with shaky hands.
[Y/N]: Hey, about that dinner tomorrow... I'm in if the offer still stands.
You hit send before you could second-guess yourself. Almost immediately, three dots appeared, indicating Atsumu was typing a response.
Atsumu's reply came through almost instantly:
[Atsumu]: Offer definitely still stands. I was hoping you'd say yes. Pick you up at 7?
You couldn't help but smile at his eagerness.
[Y/N]: Sounds good. Where are we going?
[Atsumu]: It's a surprise. Wear something nice ;)
You rolled your eyes at the winking emoji, but felt a flutter of excitement in your stomach.
[Y/N]: Mysterious. Alright, I'll play along. See you at 7.
[Atsumu]: Can't wait :)
You put your phone away, trying to ignore the way your heart was racing. What had you gotten yourself into?
The next evening, you found yourself standing in front of your closet, agonizing over what to wear. Mei had insisted on coming over to help you get ready, and she was currently sprawled across your bed, flipping through a fashion magazine.
"What about that little black dress?" Mei suggested, not looking up from her magazine.
You pulled out the dress in question, holding it up to your body as you looked in the mirror. "I don't know... isn't it a bit much for a first date?"
Mei finally looked up, raising an eyebrow. "He said to wear something nice, didn't he? Trust me, that dress is perfect. You'll knock his socks off."
You bit your lip, considering. The dress was certainly flattering, hugging your curves in all the right places. But it also felt like a statement - like you were expecting something to happen.
"Come on!” Mei cheered.
You hesitated for a moment longer before deciding to take the plunge. "Alright, the black dress it is," you said, slipping it on. The silky fabric felt cool against your skin as you smoothed it down.
Mei let out a low whistle. "Damn girl, you look hot. Atsumu won't know what hit him."
You rolled your eyes but couldn't help smiling at your reflection. The dress did look good, hugging your curves in all the right places. You paired it with some strappy heels and simple jewelry, not wanting to overdo it.
As you were putting the finishing touches on your makeup, your phone buzzed with a text.
[Atsumu]: On my way. Can't wait to see you :)
Your stomach fluttered with nervous excitement. This was really happening.
"He's on his way," you told Mei.
You took one last look in the mirror, smoothing down your dress and taking a deep breath. Mei gave you an encouraging thumbs up as you grabbed your purse and headed downstairs to wait for Atsumu.
A few minutes later, you heard a car pull up outside. Your heart raced as you peeked out the window, seeing Atsumu step out of a sleek black sports car. He was dressed in dark slacks and a crisp white button-down shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal his toned forearms. His blonde hair was artfully tousled, and he carried a small bouquet of flowers.
You opened the door just as he was about to knock, catching him by surprise. His eyes widened as he took in your appearance, his gaze trailing slowly from your heels up to your face.
"Wow," he breathed, a genuine smile replacing his usual smirk. "You look absolutely stunning, [Y/N]."
You felt a blush creep up your cheeks at his intense gaze. "Thanks. You clean up pretty well yourself."
Atsumu chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "I try. Oh, these are for you," he said, holding out the bouquet of flowers.
You took them, inhaling their sweet scent. "They're beautiful. Thank you."
"Not as beautiful as you," Atsumu said softly, his eyes never leaving yours.
You rolled your eyes playfully, trying to ignore the way your heart fluttered at his words. "Smooth talker. Let me just put these in water and we can go."
As you turned to head back inside, you caught sight of Mei peeking around the corner, giving you an enthusiastic thumbs up. You shot her a warning glare before quickly putting the flowers in a vase.
When you returned, Atsumu was leaning casually against his car, looking like he'd stepped out of a magazine. He straightened up as you approached, opening the passenger door for you with a flourish.
"Your chariot awaits, my lady," he said with an exaggerated bow.
You laughed, sliding into the leather seat. "Such a gentleman. Who knew?"
Atsumu grinned as he got in the driver's side. "I'm full of surprises."
As he pulled away from the curb, you felt a mix of excitement and nervousness flutter in your stomach. "So, are you going to tell me where we're going?"
"Nope," Atsumu said, popping the 'p' with a mischievous grin. "Just sit back and enjoy the ride."
As Atsumu navigated through the city streets, you found yourself relaxing into easy conversation. He asked about your classes, your rock climbing, your family - seeming genuinely interested in your answers. In turn, you learned more about his volleyball career, his relationship with his twin brother, and his childhood in the countryside.
Before you knew it, Atsumu was pulling into a parking lot near the waterfront. "We're here," he announced, killing the engine.
You looked around curiously. "Where exactly is 'here'?"
Atsumu just winked, coming around to open your door. "You'll see."
He offered his hand to help you out of the car, and you took it, trying to ignore the spark that shot through you at his touch.
As you stepped onto the sidewalk, Atsumu kept hold of your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours. The gesture felt surprisingly natural, and you found yourself not wanting to let go.
He led you down a cobblestone path that wound along the waterfront. The sun was just beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the harbor and bathing everything in golden light. The air was crisp and salty, carrying the faint sound of lapping waves and distant seagulls.
"It's beautiful here," you murmured, taking in the scenery.
Atsumu smiled, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "Just wait, it gets better."
As you rounded a bend in the path, you saw a small, elegant restaurant nestled against the rocks. Its patio extended out over the water on stilts, strings of twinkling lights crisscrossing overhead.
You gasped softly as you took in the romantic scene. "Wow, Atsumu. This is... incredible."
He grinned, looking pleased with your reaction. "I hoped you'd like it. It's a bit of a hidden gem - not many people know about it."
As you approached the restaurant, a smiling hostess greeted you. "Mr. Miya, your table is ready. Right this way, please."
Atsumu guided you onto the patio, his hand resting lightly on the small of your back. The hostess led you to a secluded table at the far end of the deck, offering a breathtaking view of the harbor and the setting sun.
"This is perfect," you said as Atsumu pulled out your chair. "How did you find this place?"
He sat across from you, his eyes twinkling in the soft lighting.
"I stumbled upon it by accident a few months ago," Atsumu explained, a fond smile playing on his lips. "I was out for a run along the waterfront and got a bit turned around. Ended up here just as the sun was setting. I knew I had to come back someday with someone special."
His gaze held yours intensely as he said those last words, making your breath catch. You quickly picked up your menu, needing a moment to compose yourself.
"The seafood here is incredible," Atsumu continued, seemingly unaware of the effect he was having on you. "I'd recommend the grilled octopus as a starter."
You nodded, grateful for the change of subject. "Sounds perfect."
As you perused the menu, a waiter appeared to take your drink orders. Atsumu ordered a bottle of white wine for the table, glancing at you.
You nodded your approval at Atsumu's wine selection, impressed by his knowledge. As the waiter poured your glasses, you took a moment to really look at Atsumu in the soft lighting. The golden glow of the setting sun highlighted his chiseled features, making his eyes sparkle. You found yourself getting lost in those warm brown depths.
"See something you like?" Atsumu teased, catching you staring.
You felt heat rush to your cheeks but decided to own it. "Maybe," you replied with a coy smile. "The view is pretty spectacular."
Atsumu's eyes widened slightly, clearly not expecting your boldness. A slow grin spread across his face. "It certainly is," he said softly, his gaze never leaving yours.
The intensity of the moment was broken by the waiter returning to take your order.
You both opted for the grilled octopus starter, followed by the chef's special seafood risotto for you and the seared scallops for Atsumu. As you waited for your food, the conversation flowed easily between you.
"So, tell me more about your rock climbing," Atsumu said, leaning forward with genuine interest. "How did you get into it?"
You smiled, always happy to talk about your passion. "My dad introduced me to it when I was little. We used to go on camping trips, and he'd take me bouldering. I just fell in love with the challenge, the adrenaline rush. It's like solving a puzzle with your whole body."
Atsumu nodded, looking impressed. "That's amazing. I can definitely relate to that feeling - it's similar to what I experience on the volleyball court. That moment when everything just clicks and you're in perfect sync with your body and the game."
You nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly! It's like you become one with the rock face, or in your case, the volleyball. Everything else just fades away."
"I'd love to see you climb sometime," Atsumu said, his eyes twinkling. "Maybe you could give me a lesson?"
You laughed, picturing the tall, muscular volleyball player trying to navigate a bouldering wall. "I don't know, are you sure you can handle it? It's a lot different from volleyball."
Atsumu leaned back, a cocky grin spreading across his face. "Oh, I think I can handle anything you throw at me, [Y/N]."
The way he said your name sent a shiver down your spine. You were saved from having to respond by the arrival of your appetizers.
The grilled octopus was perfectly tender, complemented by a tangy lemon sauce. You savored each bite, impressed by Atsumu's recommendation.
"This is delicious," you said, gesturing to the dish with your fork. "You weren't kidding about the seafood here."
Atsumu smiled, looking pleased. "I'm glad you like it. I have to admit, I was a bit nervous about bringing you here. I wanted everything to be perfect."
His admission of nervousness surprised you. It was hard to imagine the confident volleyball star being anxious about anything, let alone a date with you.
"Really?" you asked, tilting your head curiously. "You seemed so sure of yourself when you asked me out."
Atsumu chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "Well, I didn't want to show how nervous I actually was. To be honest, I've been wanting to ask you out for a while now."
Your eyebrows raised in surprise. "Really? But we barely knew each other before the other day."
"I noticed you around campus," Atsumu admitted, his cheeks flushing slightly. "You caught my eye in the library a few times. And I may have asked around about you a bit."
You felt a flutter in your stomach at his words. The idea that he had been interested in you from afar was surprisingly flattering.
"So that's why you seemed so prepared when we ran into each other," you mused. "Here I thought it was just your natural charm."
Atsumu grinned, some of his usual confidence returning. "
As you finished the last bites of your delectable seafood risotto, you couldn't help but marvel at how the evening had unfolded. The food had been exquisite, the ambiance romantic, and the company... unexpectedly captivating. Atsumu had surprised you at every turn, revealing layers of depth and charm that you hadn't anticipated.
The waiter cleared your plates and Atsumu declined the dessert menu with a mysterious smile. "I've got something else in mind for dessert," he said, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
Intrigued, you followed him as he led you back along the waterfront. The sun had fully set now, and the path was illuminated by soft streetlights. The air had cooled, and you shivered slightly in your dress.
Without missing a beat, Atsumu shrugged off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders. The warmth of the fabric, still carrying his scent, enveloped you.
"Thank you," you murmured, pulling the jacket tighter around you.
Atsumu smiled softly, his hand finding yours again as you walked. "My pleasure."
You strolled in comfortable silence for a few minutes, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere and the gentle lapping of waves against the shore. Finally, your curiosity got the better of you.
"So, are you going to tell me where we're going for this mysterious dessert?"
Atsumu's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Patience, [Y/N]. We're almost there."
As you rounded a corner, you saw a small ice cream stand nestled between two buildings. It was a quaint little place, with a striped awning and twinkling fairy lights strung around the window. A hand-painted sign proclaimed it to be "Nana's Gelato."
"Ice cream?" you asked, unable to keep the smile from your face.
Atsumu grinned, looking pleased with your reaction. "Not just any ice cream. Nana makes the best gelato in the city. It's a local secret."
As you approached the stand, an elderly woman with kind eyes and a warm smile greeted you. "Atsumu, my dear boy! It's been too long since you've visited."
"Hi Nana," Atsumu said, leaning over the counter to give her a quick peck on the cheek. "I've brought someone special to try your famous gelato."
Nana's eyes twinkled as she turned her gaze to you. "Oh my, she is lovely. You've done well, Atsumu."
You felt your cheeks flush at the compliment. Atsumu squeezed your hand gently, a soft smile playing on his lips.
"[Y/N], this is Nana. She makes the best gelato in the world," Atsumu introduced you.
"It's nice to meet you, Nana," you said warmly. "Atsumu's been raving about your gelato."
Nana chuckled. "Well, let's see if it lives up to the hype, shall we?”
Nana began scooping generous portions of various flavors into small cups, encouraging you both to try as many as you liked. You sampled creamy pistachio, rich dark chocolate, and tangy lemon sorbet. Each flavor was more delicious than the last.
"Oh my god," you moaned after tasting the stracciatella. "This really is the best gelato I've ever had."
Atsumu grinned triumphantly. "Told you. Nana's gelato is legendary."
After much deliberation, you settled on a scoop of hazelnut and one of salted caramel. Atsumu chose pistachio and dark chocolate. As he reached for his wallet, Nana waved him off.
"It's on the house, dear. Consider it my blessing on your date," she said with a wink.
You both thanked Nana profusely, waving goodbye as you strolled away with your gelato. Atsumu led you to a nearby bench overlooking the water, where you could enjoy your dessert and the view.
As you savored the rich, creamy gelato, you couldn't help but steal glances at Atsumu. The soft glow of the streetlights illuminated his profile, highlighting his strong jawline and the gentle curve of his lips. You found yourself wondering what those lips would feel like against yours.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Atsumu asked, catching you staring.
You felt heat rush to your cheeks, but decided to be bold. "I was just thinking... this has been a really wonderful evening."
Atsumu's eyes softened, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "I'm glad you've enjoyed it. To be honest, ...I've enjoyed it more than any date I've been on in a long time."
His words sent a flutter through your stomach. You set your empty gelato cup aside, turning to face him more fully on the bench. "Really? Even with all your reputation as a player?"
Atsumu winced slightly at your words, but his gaze remained steady on yours. "I know I have a certain... reputation," he admitted. "And I won't lie, I've made some mistakes in the past. But being with you tonight, it's different. You're different, [Y/N]."
You searched his eyes, looking for any sign of insincerity, but found only earnestness. "Different how?" you asked softly.
Atsumu's words hung in the air between you, charged with emotion. You found yourself leaning closer, drawn in by the intensity of his gaze. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in this moment.
"You challenge me," Atsumu continued, his voice low and husky. "You make me want to be better. To be worthy of someone like you."
His hand cupped your cheek gently, his thumb tracing the curve of your jawline. Your breath caught in your throat at the tenderness of his touch.
"Atsumu," you whispered, your heart racing.
He leaned in slowly, giving you plenty of time to pull away if you wanted to. But you didn't want to. You met him halfway, your lips brushing together softly at first, then with increasing passion.
The kiss was everything you had imagined and more.
The kiss deepened, Atsumu's lips moving against yours with a passionate intensity that took your breath away. His hand slid from your cheek to tangle in your hair, pulling you closer as your fingers gripped the front of his shirt. The taste of gelato lingered on his tongue, sweet and intoxicating.
When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless. Atsumu rested his forehead against yours, his eyes dark with desire. "Wow," he murmured.
You couldn't help but laugh softly. "Yeah, wow."
For a moment, you just sat there, basking in the afterglow of the kiss and the intimacy of the moment. The gentle lapping of waves against the shore and the distant cry of seagulls provided a soothing backdrop.
Eventually, Atsumu pulled back slightly, though he kept his arm around you. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your shoulder as you both gazed out at the moonlit water. The night had grown cooler, but you felt warm in the cocoon of his jacket and the lingering heat of the kiss.
"We should probably head back," Atsumu said softly, though he made no move to get up. "It's getting late."
You nodded reluctantly, not wanting the evening to end but knowing it had to. "Yeah, I suppose we should."
Atsumu stood, offering his hand to help you up. As you rose, he pulled you close, stealing one more quick kiss that left you dizzy.
Hand in hand, you strolled back along the waterfront towards where Atsumu had parked his car.
The walk back to Atsumu's car was filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the sound of waves lapping against the shore and the occasional brush of your bodies as you walked close together. Your hand remained intertwined with his, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your skin.
As you approached the car, a cool breeze swept in from the water, causing you to shiver slightly despite Atsumu's jacket draped over your shoulders. He noticed immediately, pulling you closer to his side.
"Cold?" he asked softly, his breath warm against your ear.
You nodded, leaning into his warmth. "A little. I guess I didn't plan very well for an evening by the water."
Atsumu chuckled, opening the passenger door for you. "Well, I'm not complaining about the dress. You look absolutely stunning in it."
As you slid into the seat, Atsumu's compliment still ringing in your ears, you felt a mix of excitement and nervousness flutter in your stomach. The evening had been magical, far exceeding any expectations you'd had. As Atsumu got in on the driver's side, you found yourself not wanting the night to end.
The drive back to your place was filled with comfortable conversation and lingering glances. Atsumu's hand found yours over the center console, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your skin. The simple gesture sent shivers down your spine.
All too soon, Atsumu was pulling up in front of your building. He killed the engine but made no move to get out, turning to face you instead.
"I had an amazing time tonight, [Y/N]," he said softly, his eyes searching yours.
You smiled, squeezing his hand. "So did I. Thank you for such a wonderful evening."
Atsumu's eyes softened as he gazed at you, a tender smile playing on his lips. "I'm glad. I have to admit, I was a bit nervous about tonight. I really wanted to impress you."
His admission of nervousness surprised and touched you. "Well, consider me thoroughly impressed," you said with a soft laugh. "You certainly know how to plan a perfect date."
Atsumu grinned, his confidence returning. "Does that mean you'd be up for a second date?"
Your heart skipped a beat at his words. Despite your initial reservations about Atsumu's reputation, you found yourself eager to see him again. "I think I could be persuaded," you teased.
Atsumu's grin widened as he leaned in closer, his eyes flickering down to your lips. "And how might I persuade you?" he murmured, his voice low and husky.
Your breath caught in your throat as you felt the heat of his body so close to yours. Without thinking, you closed the distance between you, pressing your lips to his in a soft, sweet kiss.
Atsumu responded immediately, one hand coming up to cup your cheek as he deepened the kiss. His lips moved against yours with a passionate intensity that made your head spin. You lost yourself in the sensation, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer.
When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless. Atsumu rested his forehead against yours, his eyes dark with desire. "Was that persuasive enough?" he asked, a hint of his usual playfulness in tow.
You smiled, your lips still tingling from the kiss. "I'd say that was very persuasive," you murmured.
Atsumu's eyes lit up, a mix of happiness and desire swirling in their depths. "Good," he said softly, his thumb tracing your cheekbone. "Because I can't wait to see you again."
The intensity of his gaze made your heart race. You found yourself leaning in for another kiss, unable to resist the magnetic pull between you. This kiss was slower, deeper, filled with promise and unspoken emotions.
When you finally pulled apart, you were both breathing heavily. Atsumu rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closed as if savoring the moment.
"I should probably go," you whispered, though you made no move to leave.
Atsumu nodded, opening his eyes to meet yours.
"Probably," Atsumu agreed reluctantly, his eyes still locked on yours. "But I don't want this night to end."
You smiled softly, understanding the feeling completely. "Me neither," you admitted. "But we both have early classes tomorrow."
Atsumu sighed dramatically, finally pulling back slightly. "Always the responsible one, aren't you?" he teased, though his eyes were warm with affection.
You laughed, playfully swatting his arm. "One of us has to be."
Atsumu grinned, then stepped out of the car to open your door. As you stood, he pulled you close once more, his arms wrapping around your waist.
"Thank you for giving me a chance," he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. "I know you had your doubts about me."
You pulled back slightly to meet his gaze, your hands resting on his chest. "I'm glad I did," you said softly. "You've surprised me, Atsumu Miya. In the best way possible."
His eyes lit up at your words, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "I aim to keep surprising you," he said, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.
You closed your eyes, savoring the tender moment. When you opened them again, Atsumu was looking at you with an intensity that made your breath catch.
"Can I see you again tomorrow?" he asked, his voice low and hopeful. "Maybe we could grab lunch between classes?"
Your heart fluttered at his eagerness. "I'd like that," you replied with a smile. "Text me the details?"
Atsumu nodded, reluctantly loosening his hold on you. "I will. Sweet dreams, [Y/N]."
You smiled, stepping back towards your building. "Goodnight, Atsumu. Drive safe."
As you reached the entrance, you turned back to see Atsumu still watching you, a soft smile on his face. You waved one last time before heading inside, your heart light and your mind full of the evening's memories.
Once in your apartment, you leaned against the closed door, a dreamy smile playing on your lips. Your phone buzzed in your purse, and you pulled it out to see a text from Atsumu:
Your heart skipped a beat as you read his message. You quickly typed out a reply:
[Y/N]: Missing you too. Tonight was perfect. Sweet dreams, Atsumu.
You hit send, a giddy smile spreading across your face. As you got ready for bed, your mind kept replaying moments from the evening - Atsumu's laugh, the way his eyes sparkled in the candlelight, the feel of his lips against yours.
You fell asleep that night with a smile on your face, looking forward to seeing Atsumu again tomorrow. For the first time in a long time, you felt excited about the possibilities of a new relationship. Atsumu had surprised you in the best way possible, and you couldn't wait to see where things might lead.
a/n: tbh i don't see mugen as a relationship kind of guy, he's a drifter, a ronin really, but a girl can dream. imagine that you're traveling with mugen for whatever reason and he's been teasing you over the past week because he can be mad childish and he finally decides he's sick of you being a prude, he knows you want him, girl stop playing. i like them kind of rough.
You woke slowly, the dim light of the late afternoon casting soft shadows across the small inn room. For a moment, you couldn’t remember where you were, the haze of sleep still clouding your mind. But then, reality settled back in—the quiet village, the journey, and most of all, Mugen. Your heart quickened as the memories of the day resurfaced, mingling with the lingering heat of the dream that had haunted you.
You stretched, pushing yourself up on your elbows, and that’s when you noticed something was off. Mugen wasn’t in his futon on the far side of the room where you expected him to be. Instead, he was lying on the floor near yours, closer than he had any right to be.
Your breath caught in your throat as you blinked in confusion, your mind struggling to make sense of the situation. He was on his side, facing you, his eyes closed, but his presence was unmistakable—too close, too real. The air between you felt heavy, thick with something unspoken.
“Mugen?” you whispered, your voice hesitant as you leaned over slightly, trying to make sense of why he was there, so close to your futon. “What are you doing?”
He didn’t stir at first, his breathing deep and even, but after a moment, his eyes fluttered open. They locked onto yours, and for a long second, he didn’t move. The silence between you felt like it was buzzing, your pulse quickening as you waited for him to say something.
But instead of answering, Mugen pushed himself up onto one elbow, his gaze still locked on you. He didn’t bother with words. Instead, his hand reached up, and with a casual, fluid motion, he began to untie the sash of his kimono.
Your breath hitched as the fabric fell away from his shoulders, revealing the tanned, muscular planes of his chest and stomach. His body was lean, every inch of him honed from years of battle and travel, scars crisscrossing his skin like stories written in flesh. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t make any grand gestures. He simply let the kimono fall to his waist, his expression calm, as if this were the most natural thing in the world.
“You want me or not?” Mugen asked, his voice casual, as if he were asking you if you wanted another bowl of rice instead of something far more dangerous.
The air caught in your throat, your heart pounding as you stared at him, unable to form a coherent response. His words echoed in your ears, each one hitting with the same raw intensity as the dream that had haunted you. You opened your mouth to say something, to protest, but nothing came out. Instead, you could only nod, your breath shallow, your entire body tense with anticipation.
Mugen watched you for a moment, his eyes darkening with something unreadable. And then, without a word, he shifted closer, climbing into the futon beside you. The heat of his body was immediate, radiating against your skin as he settled beside you, close enough that you could feel the rise and fall of his chest with every breath.
Your heart was racing now, each beat echoing in your ears as you lay there, frozen, unsure of what to do. But Mugen wasn’t waiting for you to make the first move. He took your hand, his grip firm but not rough, and guided it to his chest. Your palm pressed against his skin, warm and smooth except for the ridges of scars that lined his body.
His eyes met yours, intense but unreadable. “Feel that?” he murmured, his voice low, a little rough around the edges. “These scars... all earned the hard way. I’m not some soft noble you’re used to. I’m different.”
His words hung in the air between you, the weight of them pressing down on you as your fingers brushed against the scars. Each one told a story, each one a mark of survival, of battles fought and won. But there was more to it than that, something deeper, something that sent a shiver down your spine.
You couldn’t find your voice. You could barely breathe, the intensity of the moment stealing every thought from your mind. Mugen’s gaze was unwavering, his eyes searching yours as if he were waiting for something—for you to pull away, for you to push him back. But you didn’t. You couldn’t.
Instead, your hand stayed where it was, resting against the heat of his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your fingertips.
“You want this, don’t you?” he asked again, his voice softer now, but still carrying that edge of confidence, of knowing exactly what he was doing. His thumb brushed lightly over your wrist, sending a jolt of electricity through you.
You nodded again, your throat too tight to speak. The dream had felt overwhelming, but this—this was something else entirely. It was real, raw, and it left you breathless, flustered in a way you had never been before.
Mugen’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. “Thought so.”
And then, before you could think, before you could second-guess yourself, he leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, his breath warm against your skin. The heat between you, the weight of his body so close, left you trembling.
For a moment, you were lost—lost in the feel of him, the way his scars told you more than words ever could, the way his presence overwhelmed every one of your senses. You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but be there with him, your hand pressed against his chest, the space between you vanishing with every breath.
You had no idea where this was going, but you knew one thing for certain: whatever happened next, there was no turning back.
With a swift motion, Mugen's hand cupped the back of your neck, pulling you closer. His lips crashed against yours, hungry and demanding. The kiss was fierce, nothing like the gentle caresses you'd imagined. It was all teeth and tongue, raw and primal, stealing your breath and scattering your thoughts.
Your fingers curled against his chest, nails scraping lightly over his skin. A low growl rumbled in his throat, and suddenly you were on your back, Mugen's weight pressing you into the futon. His hands roamed your body, rough and calloused, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
"Last chance," he murmured against your lips, his voice husky with desire. "Tell me to stop now, or I won't be able to."
You gazed up at him, taking in his wild hair, his intense eyes, the scars that marked his skin.
Your gaze locked with his, and in that moment, all hesitation melted away. Your hands slid up his chest, over his shoulders, pulling him closer.
"Don't stop," you whispered, your voice barely audible but filled with certainty.
A wicked grin spread across Mugen's face. "Good," he growled, before capturing your lips again in a searing kiss.
His hands were everywhere at once, pushing aside the fabric of your yukata, exploring every inch of newly exposed skin. You arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips. Mugen's mouth left yours, trailing hot kisses down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin.
You tangled your fingers in his unruly hair, holding him close as waves of pleasure washed over you. The world outside ceased to exist; there was only Mugen, his touch, his scent, the weight of his body against yours. Every sensation was heightened, electric, as if your entire being had been waiting for this moment.
Mugen's hands found the sash of your yukata, deftly untying it. He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire as he slowly parted the fabric, revealing your body to his hungry gaze. A shiver ran through you, a mix of anticipation and vulnerability.
"Beautiful," he murmured, his voice rough with want. His calloused fingers traced a path from your collarbone down to your navel, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You trembled beneath him, overwhelmed by the intensity of his touch, the heat of his gaze.
You reached up, running your hands over his shoulders, down his arms, marveling at the hard planes of muscle beneath your fingertips. Mugen watched you, his eyes following your movements with a mix of curiosity and barely-restrained hunger. As your hands explored his body, tracing the lines of his scars, you felt a surge of boldness.
With a sudden move, you pushed against his chest, rolling him onto his back. Mugen's eyes widened in surprise, but a slow, appreciative grin spread across his face as you straddled him.
"Well, well," he chuckled, his hands coming to rest on your hips. "Looks like you've got some fight in you after all."
You leaned down, your hair falling around your faces like a curtain, creating an intimate cocoon. "You have no idea," you whispered, before pressing your lips to his.
This kiss was different - slower, deeper, but no less intense. You took your time exploring his mouth, savoring the taste of him, the feel of his lips against yours. Mugen's hands tightened on your hips, pulling you closer as he returned the kiss with equal fervor.
You broke away, trailing kisses along his jaw, down his neck. Mugen tilted his head back, a low groan escaping him as you found a particularly sensitive spot. Emboldened by his reaction, you continued your exploration, lips and tongue tracing the lines of his scars, tasting the salt of his skin.
Mugen's breathing grew heavier, his hands roaming restlessly over your body. When you reached a long scar that ran across his ribs, you paused, looking up at him questioningly.
"Sword fight in Edo," he murmured, his voice husky. "Guy thought he could take me. He was wrong."
You traced the scar with your fingertips, then followed the path with your tongue, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Mugen. His hands tangled in your hair, guiding you back up to his mouth for another searing kiss.
In one fluid motion, he flipped you onto your back again, his body covering yours. The weight of him pressed you into the futon, his heat enveloping you. His hands slid down your sides, over your hips, hooking behind your knees to pull your legs around his waist.
"Enough teasing," he growled against your lips, his voice rough with need.
You gasped as he entered you in one swift thrust, your body arching off the futon. Mugen stilled for a moment, his forehead resting against yours, both of you panting heavily. The feeling of fullness, of completeness, was overwhelming.
He started to move, setting a fast and intense pace that had you screaming at the top of your lungs. Mugen seemed frenzied, almost chaotic. Everything about him was passionate, including his lovemaking technique. He gripped your thighs tightly, leaving marks on the soft skin as he thrust into you with an almost desperate force. You gasped as he pushed even deeper, as if trying to merge with you completely. His hands tightened on the back of your thighs, pushing your bodies together in a contorted position.
Your world narrowed to a pinpoint of sensation as Mugen drove into you relentlessly. Every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, building and building until you felt like you might shatter. Your nails raked down his back, leaving angry red trails in their wake, but Mugen only growled in approval, his pace becoming even more frantic.
The room filled with the sounds of your shared passion - gasps, moans, the slap of skin on skin. You clung to Mugen as if he were your only anchor in a storm of sensation, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper with each thrust.
"Look at me," Mugen commanded, his voice rough and strained. You forced your eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. The raw hunger you saw there took your breath away. "I want to see you fall apart."
His words sent a jolt through you, pushing you closer to the edge. You held his gaze, your breath coming in short gasps as the tension built within you. Mugen's eyes never left yours, watching intently as he drove you higher and higher.
With a particularly deep thrust, you felt yourself begin to unravel. Your back arched, your body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over you. You cried out Mugen's name, your vision blurring as the intensity of your release overwhelmed you.
Mugen groaned, his rhythm faltering as he watched you come undone beneath him. Your inner walls clenched around him, and with a few more erratic thrusts, he followed you over the edge. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, muffling his shout of release against your skin.
For a long moment, you both lay there, tangled in each others arms.
His words sent a jolt through you, pushing you even closer to the edge. You could feel the tension building, coiling tighter and tighter with each powerful thrust. Mugen's eyes never left yours, holding you captive in his gaze as he drove you relentlessly towards your peak.
"Mugen," you gasped, your voice barely recognizable, "I'm... I'm going to..."
"Do it," he growled, his rhythm faltering slightly as he fought to maintain control. "Let go. Now."
His command, coupled with a particularly deep thrust, sent you careening over the edge. Your back arched off the futon, a cry of ecstasy tearing from your throat as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Your body clenched around Mugen, pulling him deeper, and you saw his eyes widen in surprise before they slammed shut, a guttural groan escaping him as he followed you into bliss. His hips jerked erratically against yours, prolonging your shared ecstasy as he spilled himself inside you.
For several long moments, you both remained frozen, trembling in the aftermath. Mugen's forehead rested against yours, his breath coming in harsh pants that mingled with your own. Slowly, as the intensity of your climax began to ebb, you became aware of the weight of his body pressing you into the futon, the slight tremor in his arms as he held himself above you.
When Mugen finally opened his eyes, the intensity of his gaze made your breath catch. There was something different there now, something beyond the raw hunger and desire that had driven him before. A vulnerability, perhaps, or a hint of wonder.
He lifted a hand to your face, his calloused fingers tracing the curve of your cheek with unexpected gentleness. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence heavy with unspoken words and lingering passion.
Mugen's thumb brushed across your lower lip, his eyes following the movement. "You're full of surprises," he murmured, his voice husky and low.
A small smile tugged at your lips. "So are you," you whispered back, your fingers trailing along the scars on his back.
He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours. "Guess we're both in for a hell of a ride, then."
