Can i request Waka discovering he has a breeding kink?
PRETTY N’ BREEDABLE .ᐟ˖ ࣪◞⋆ imaushi wakasa
cw :: fem!reader, unprotected sex, creampies, breeding kink, minors DO NOT INTERACT.
Waka’s dick gets as hard as steel or even harder when he thinks about you walking around pregnant and your tits being swollen and plump full of milk so he can suck on them.
That simple thought got you in the position you’re in now.. on your back with your legs to your chest, glistening pussy on display for him as he takes his steel hard dick and slaps your wet cunt.
“Look at you… so pretty n’ breedable. Fuck, ima’ have you so full of my cum. You want that baby? You want me to stuff you full and have my baby?” He asks as he slips easily inside of you.
He doesn’t think about anything except for making sure you take all of his cum, taking every single drop he gives. He’s desperately trying to fuck a baby into you as he bottoms you out.
Waka almost cums with how sweetly your moaning his name, “Wakaaa! Please slow down!” You whimpered as your boyfriend pounded into you, though your pleading go on death ears with creampie after creampie.
After he’s done, he doesn’t even pull out of your abused cunt.. He insteads let you cockwarm him, “we gotta make sure nothing spills out, not even a drop. You’re gonna be so pretty pregnant n’ all ♡︎.”
Wakasa slowly starts to move as his cock is still inside of you hard, “let’s do it again, baby. Wanna see you even more full.”
You whined as Waka turns you around and starts thrusting once more. “Gonna fuck you so fuckin’ good baby, might fuck ‘round and have twins or even triplets.” He says with a devious grin.
♡Summary: Wakasa can't keep his hands off his new babysitter.
♡Based on this
♡WC: 4.6k
♡TW: 18+ MDNI, unprotected sex, pet names, oral, fingering, pregnancy, absent parent, gang leader Wakasa, Club owner Wakasa. Use of yn but only a few times. I think that's everything but I probably forgot something.
♡A/N: All characters are 21+, not proofread, I love single Father wakasa so much I had to make a whole fic for it.
"Get out. Just get out." Wakasa says to the fifth person he has interviewed today. He didn't think finding someone to care for his daughter while he is out would be this hard. Truth is he didn't even want to find anyone to watch her, but Benkei talked him into it. What was so wrong with taking her to "work" with him. He didn't take her anywhere dangerous, and he made sure whoever was around her could be trusted. His men knew that they needed to keep her safe. Of course, though he listened to Benkei. He was tired of hearing the taller male complain about how dangerous it was. As if Wakasa would allow anyone to hurt her. No one crossed him and if they did, they knew they signed their death certificate.
Letting out a sigh as he turns his back to the girl and pinches the bridge of his nose he walks to get himself a drink. "Please, just go" He says again. He can hear sniffling. He made her cry but he didn't care. The girl was an idiot. No way in hell was she going to even be in the same room as his daughter. Everyone he has interviewed so far has been an idiot. He hasn't found one person he sees capable of caring for the most important girl in his life. He's been interviewing people for days and he swears they get worse and worse each time.
Wakasa never wanted to be a father. He didn't think he would be good at it. He knew fighting and fucking. He didn't know how to be soft. He couldn't be soft. He was the white leopard, feared all around Japan. Of course all of that changed the moment he laid eyes on what he could only describe as the most beautiful and precise baby he has ever seen. No, Wakasa didn't want to be a father, but he took the role seriously and over time he wondered how he lived his whole life without this girl in it.
On top of not wanting to be a parent he also didn't want to be a single parent. But he was thrown into that all too quickly. The woman he got pregnant was just a casual hook up. They fucked a few times but he was fucking other women as well. Wakasa didn't even know she was pregnant. She stopped returning his calls a few weeks after the last time he fucked her and that was it. He honestly forgot about her until he got a phone call in the middle of the night with her screaming at him to come to the hospital. He wasn't going to go but Benkei once again talked him into doing something he didn't want to do. Now he doesn't know how to thank Benkei enough for making him go.
He didn't believe the child was his when she first told him. That was until he saw her. She was a spitting image of him as a baby. He couldn't deny she was his. Wakasa swears that's the first time he ever felt love. He loved her more than anything and would do anything for her. That's how he ended up being talked into finding a nanny and now he wants to strangle Benkei.
Taking a sip from his glass he groans. He hears the door slam shut. "Only three more people today," He reminds himself. He checks his watch. The next person should be here any minute. That's when he hears a knock at the door. Answering it he is met with a young girl standing in his doorway. The other girls being interviewed were younger than him but this one has to be the youngest. College age maybe? Definitely doesn't look any older than twenty or twenty one. She clears her throat. "Hello sir, I'm (y/n), are you Mr. Imaushi? I'm here for an interview." Wakasa feels his cock twitch when the word sir leaves your lips. He's been called sir before but the way it sounds with your sweet voice is doing things to him.
Wakasa coughs trying to cover up a groan. "Come in" He says As he leads you into his living room. He sits and points to the chair across from him. He started asking you questions. Where you’re from, Why you want to be a nanny, any training. With every question you answered perfectly. At least he thought it was perfect. He wasn’t really listening to everything you said. He was just watching you. He thought you were pretty but Wakasa is around a lot of pretty women so he isn’t sure why it’s bothering him so much that he thinks you’re pretty.
“What about you?” you ask as you fiddle with your fingers. “Huh?” he asked, looking at you with slightly wider eyes. You clear your throat. “Oh, um, You asked what I do for work besides babysitting since I said I haven’t babysat since high school. I was just asking what you do sir.” Wakasa feels his cock twitch again. He’s not sure why hearing you call him sir is having this effect. “Oh. I own a club and work in trade.” You nod “That’s cool. So you’re a businessman.” you quietly laugh. “I guess you could call me that,” he says, smirking in your direction. “What club do you own, maybe I know it” you ask, smiling at the older man across from you. He doubts you know it. From the short time knowing you he doesn’t think you are the type to frequent his type of establishment. “It’s called Hydra” He says as he starts to roll his sleeves up his arm. “I doubt you’ve-” “ That’s the one across from that ramen restaurant right? I’ve been there a few times with friends” Wakasa tilts his head. You’ve been to his club? You don’t seem the type. Not to mention you didn’t act like you recognised him. Almost everyone who goes to his club knows who he is.
Wakasa lets out a hum. “I didn’t expect that.” He smirks again “I didn’t realize you were the owner. I thought it was the guy with a scar down his face.” his smirk drops. Of course you would think it was Takeomi. He hits on almost every piece of ass that walks into the place, and he likes to act like it's his club to those who by some grace of god don’t know Waskasa. Why is he friends with that moocher again? “Takeomi likes to pretend it’s his club. I can’t kick the guy out because we’re friends” You giggle. “He tried to get me to sleep with him. Don’t get me wrong I like older guys but he just isn’t my type” Wakasas smirk returns. “You like older guys huh?” You roll her eyes as you cover your face with your hands. “Can we continue with the interview please?” Wakasa chuckles as he starts asking questions related to the job again.
By the end of the interview Wakasa was sold. You were perfect. He also caught his daughter a few times peeking from the steps listening in on what was going on. This was the first time she came down from her room the whole time he was interviewing anyone. Offering you the job was a no brainer. He did have to tell himself your looks didn’t play a part in this. It was strictly that you were the best applying.
“Can you start tomorrow evening?” He asked as he was walking you to the door. You stop and turn around looking at him wide eyed. “Wait really?” he nods. You let out a squeak and wrap your arms around him hugging the older man. “Yes!” Once you realized what you did you quickly let go taking a step back and putting your arms behind your back and looking down. “Sorry” you whispered. “Can I get your number? I’ll call you later this evening to tell you all the details” You nod and part ways after putting it into his phone. While walking down the street you pull out your phone and call the person who got you the interview in the first place. “Senju, Why didn’t you tell me he was so hot?!”
Wakasa told you to show up at five so he could give you a tour of the place and introduce you to his daughter before he had to leave. You are currently standing in front of Waksasa’s door trying to get the courage to knock. You weren’t scared yesterday because Senju didn’t tell you the man she said needed a sitter was hot. Senju also gagged when you told her Wakasa was hot yesterday. You pull at the bottom of your skirt trying to make it a little longer. Taking a deep breath you knock and no more than five seconds pass before the door is opened and Wakasa is standing before you in black pants and a white button up shirt, the first three buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up. He has a little girl on his hip who looks no older than four or five. She looks like him. She even has the same bored eyes as him. He moves out of the way to let you in.
(Y/n), this is Rini, my daughter. Rini this is (Y/N), the woman I told you that was going to look after you while daddy has work” Rini buries her face on Wakasas shoulder. “She’s normally not shy” “It’s fine. Rini, I'm sure you and I are going to be great friends.” You say smiling at the toddler. She picks her head up and looks at you then smiles softly while nodding her head. After introducing you two and getting Rini a little more comfortable Wakasa walks around the huge penthouse showing you around. “And this is Rini’s room. She needs to be in bed no later than eight. She has a connecting bathroom.” He says pointing to the door in the room. “And my room” He says, turning and pointing to a door on the end of the hall. “Is there. I doubt you need anything from there but if Rini won’t sleep in her bed you can put her in mine.”
Walking to the kitchen Wakasa finishes showing you where everything is. “I left money on the counter so you can order dinner for the two of you.” He puts Rini down and she clings to his leg not wanting him to leave. He walks to the door taking Rini with him. “That should be everything but if you need anything or have any questions just give me a call.” You nod and smile at him. He bends down and removes the young girl from his leg while he crouches down in front of her. “Be good for (Y/N), okay my little bunny” the blonde hair girl nods her head while opening her arms for a hug. “Daddy loves you. I’ll see you in the morning.” Wakasa says kissing the top of Rini’s head. Wakasa walks over to you. “Don’t let anything happen to her. I’m serious about calling me if there are any issues. I can be here in ten minutes.” nodding your head and promising the older male you will take great care of his daughter he leaves you guys alone.
You bend down slightly, putting your hands on your knees. “Okay Rini, what do you want to do?” “I want my daddy!” she yells while pouting. “I want your daddy too” You say under your breath. “How about I order us some dinner and we can turn on the tv and watch a movie?” you ask the purple eyed girl. She nods her head then runs to sit on the couch.
While watching the little mermaid you hear a knock on the door. Rini is sitting with her blanket and a stuffed bunny not moving her eyes from the tv. You go get the money Wakasa left you and open the door. The delivery man gives you the food and you walk back in. Going to the kitchen you made Rini a plate and take it out to the living room for her to eat. Wakasa never said she couldn’t eat there and seeing how he is with her, you know she has him wrapped around her finger. Rini eats her food and before long she is asleep on your lap. You pick her up and carry her to her room and tuck her in. You go back down to the living and start playing on your phone waiting till Wakasa gets home. He told you, you could stay the night because he wouldn’t be back till the early morning hours.
While scrolling on your phone Senju texts you asking how it's going. You tell everything you and Rini did. You talk to Senju for a few hours before falling asleep on the couch.
Over the next several weeks you and Rini have gotten closer. Wakasa and you have even gotten a little closer. He has you coming around a few hours before he has to leave saying Rini wants to see you. Everytime when you arrive at the Imaushis house you are greeted with Rini running over to you screaming your name and giving you a hug. Wakasa has told you before that all she talks about is how much she likes you and wishes you could be around more. You started to notice things about Wakasa over the time working for him. More than just his looks. He can be really sweet when he wants to be, and he is very protective of his daughter. You’ve also seen the protectiveness extend to you as well. You told him about a bad date you went on and how the guy hasn’t left you alone since and was starting to freak you out. You haven’t heard from the guy since. You know it was Wakasa. You also learned about his real job. How he helps run a gang. You made Senju tell you after the bad date guy disappeared. She didn’t want you to be scared you would quit. But you feel safe around Wakasa and also have. He has never made you uncomfortable.
You also noticed over the weeks of working for the older male the feelings you get around him. Everything he does turns you on. At first you thought it was just because it's been awhile since you’ve slept with anyone but when he brought home a blonde girl with big tits you realized how jealous you were so you went to find someone to fuck the frustration out on thinking he could cure the want for your boss but the very next day when you saw him you felt that familiar heat. You started coming around in tighter clothes. Clothes that show off your tits and ass more. It’s nothing inappropriate. You wouldn’t show up here while Rini is here with anything on that might scar her for life.
Wakasa has noticed the change in clothing. He would be lying if he said he didn’t like it. He loves the short skirts that just barely miss showing your ass when you bend down or the shirts that your tits almost pop out of when you cross your arms. Wakasa also noticed how you are with his daughter. It’s almost motherly how you act towards her. He can imagine you being her mom. He has on several nights while he fucked his fist. He knows the blonde girl he brought home pissed you off. He did it to piss you off. He wanted to know if his feelings were reciprocated. He didn’t fuck her. He just let you think he did. Don’t get him wrong though. He went out of his way to find women who looked similar to you to fuck because he thought he could get it out of his system. But he wants you. He wants you even when he is fucking some other girl. If Rini didn’t like you as much as she, does he would have fucked you by now, but he doesn’t want to possibly make the only mother figure she has ever had run away. If he wants to fuck you, he needs to do this the right way. He has to make sure you never leave him and Rini. He wouldn’t be able to stand seeing his little girl's heart broken. Rini has mentioned wanting to be a big sister recently and she’s also told Wakasa she wishes you were her mom.
Wakasa called and asked you to come over tonight. You thought it was weird since Rini is staying at a friend's house tonight. You told Senju and she joked that he is just trying to fuck you. You didn’t tell her how excited it made you to think about or that you'd like him. Getting ready you decide on a tight little black dress and heels. Once at Wakasa’s you knock on the door and wait for him. A moment passes before he opens the door. He is wearing all black as well. His shirt has several buttons undone and his sleeves are rolled up showing off his tattoos. He has all his hair pulled back showing off his earring. He moves out of the way to allow you to enter. Once walking in you notice he has all the lights off but has candles light everywhere and that the stove is on. “You’re cooking” you say and he nods, walking to the kitchen before coming back with two drinks and handing you one. You smile at him.
After he finished cooking you two sat at the table. “You wear that to everyone fathers house you babysit for or am I just special?” You can feel your face warm. “I only babysit for you” he smirks at you as he leans over the table and gives you a kiss. It starts off sweet but he soon grabs the back of your head and deepens the kiss as he tilts your head. He is gripping your hair and pulling on it every once in a while. He swipes his tongue over your lips asking for entrance when you deny he harshly tugs on your hair causing you to yelp.
Wakasa pulls away and walks over to you grabbing your hand as he walks you backwards to his bedroom. His lips find yours once again on the way. Your hands are around his neck. He starts to slide the straps of your dress down your arm as his hands roam your body, squeezing any flesh he can get his hands on. Wakasa sucks in a shaky breath when your dress hits the floor and sees you didn’t wear anything underneath. He smirks before biting his lip and pushing you down on his bed. He slowly starts to unbutton his shirt. He’s going slow on purpose. He can see the lush in your eyes. You whine at how long it is taking him to undress. Smirking he says “impatient are we?” His shirt finally hits the floor and he starts crawling on the bed over you, kissing up your body the whole way. When he reaches your lips he slowly kisses you as his hands slide across your body. Squeezing and tugging anywhere he can as he pulls pants and moans from you. He pulls away and slowly kissing down your body while his hands find your legs and slowly part them.
When he reaches your thighs he is kissing, licking, and biting as his hand squeezes the other one. When he finally reaches your heat he drags his tongue up your slit as he groans and his eyes roll at the taste. He swears you’re the sweetest thing to ever grace his tongue. He could become addicted to your taste. He licks and sucks, making a mess of your cunt as he is rutting his hips against the mattress. He can feel his cock leaking but is trying to ignore it. He is drunk on the taste of you. He continues to eat you like a man starved. He nips and sucks as you cum all over his tongue screaming his name and pulling at his hair. He doesn’t stop. He nips and sucks as he adds a finger, overstimulating you. He smiles against your cunt as your legs shake around his head and he sees your back arching off the bed as you push your perfect tits up giving him the best view.
You’ve lost count of how many times he’s made you cum. He’s on his third finger now. You’ve at least finished once for each finger plus just his tongue, your panting. You feel dizzy. You swear you're going to pass out when he says “One more baby girl” as his fingers rub against that sport that makes you see stars. Your toes curl as you grip the sheets. Words are leaving your mouth but they don’t make sense. You’re just screaming his name and the words yes, and please. You don’t know what you’re begging for. For him to stop or to keep going. Everything is wet. The air is hot and you're trying to catch your breath. You feel him remove his fingers but soon feel something much larger pushing into you.
Wakasa groans, his eyes crossing as he feels your tight wet walls squeezing him. He knew you would be tight just from using his fingers but he didn’t think it would be tight. He stills for a moment trying not to cum before he starts a brutal pace. He tried to wait for you to adjust and give him the go ahead but he couldn’t. He can’t control himself around you. It’s your fault really.
He wraps his hand around your throat and squeezes your hip as he increases the speed. All that can be heart is the sound of skin slapping skin, your moans and pants, and his sweet sweet praises. “Look at you baby, taking me so well. Your pussy was made for me baby. Was made to be fucked by me and only me.” He slams into you again while squeezing your throat. “Say it. Say how your pussy was made for my cock” “m-made for your c-cock” You stutter out as you grab his wrist and wrap your legs around him pulling him closer. “Damn right it is” He grunts out gritting his teeth as he starts to feel your walls tighten around him. “Best fucking pussy I’ve ever had” He says as he has you cumming for the nth time tonight.
He looks down at you feeling nothing but love. He swears he fell in love at this moment. Your moans and pants are his favorite song. A song he hopes you grant him the privilege of listening to everyday. He wasn’t lying when he said you had the best pussy and it was made for him. He truly believes it. He watches you as he continues to fuck into you chasing his own high. He would have cummed by now but he wanted you to finish as many times as you could first so he could hear your pretty sounds. As he looks at you he thinks you’ve never looked prettier. Out of all the times he has seen you this is his favorit look on you by far, a fucked out dazed moaning and babbling incoherent words all because of him. “Such a good girl. My good girl” he says as he shoves his fingers in your mouth for you to suck on. Moaning around them you don’t think you can take much more.
Wakasa feels his balls tighten and begs to cum inside. “You’re so good with Rini. You’d be an amazing mother. Let me make you a real one. Please, (Y/N) let me make you a mommy.” He’s pleading with you. He has to make sure you stay around after fucking him and you aren’t going to run away. He wants to give Rini a baby brother or sister. He starts thinking about you all around and plump with his child. He groans he isn’t going to last. He thinks his heart stopped when you nod your head “Please Waka. make me a mommy. Fill me up” His eyes cross and he lets out a moan as he slams his lips into yours and fills you. It's warm and messy and he’s never been happier. He stays in you for several more minutes as he kisses you and plays with your hair.
When he pulls out, he uses his finger to push anything leaking out. “Don’t waste it. Good girls don’t waste what daddy gifted them” he says as he starts to fuck you with his fingers. He is just making sure everything stays in. You start moaning again as his eyes meet yours. He grabs your hips and flips you over onto your stomach. He slaps your ass. “Ass up” he says as he pushes your head down. As soon as you're in position he is slamming into you again. You’re screaming into the pillow, and he slams into you over and over. “You can take it. I know you can” His name leaves your lips over and over. His finger finds you bundle of nerves as he starts to pinch and rub pulling another organism out of you. It isn’t long before he is filling you up again and again for the rest of the night. He needed to make sure it stuck.
Ever since that night Wakasa has fucked you everytime you babysit. He leaves work early just to come home and take you on the counter or table. You don’t complain. He pays you good and fucks you good. He currently has you on the table lay as he eats you like your the first meal he has had in weeks. You're moaning and pulling his hair as he groans into you. “Give me another” He mumbles after you cum for the nth time. “C-can’t” you cry as you push him away. “Know you can baby.” he says as he sits up and pulls you onto his lap. “Ride baby” He undoes his pants and lines himself up. You lower yourself down and start bouncing. He pulls your shirt down to show off your perky tits and his mouth latches onto them. He notices they're bigger and just smiles against you as he sucks. He feels his sock twicthing as your walls tighten. He fills you again just like he has been doing everyday for the past three weeks.
Wakasa is over the moon when you come running into his house a few weeks later telling him you’re late. He takes you to get a test and you take it at his place. Passing back and forth as you wait. Rini has been asking everyday when she is going to be a big sister and when you will be her mommy. He plans on making her mommy. He just has to make sure the big sister part comes true first. He’s the first to run into the bathroom when the timer on his phone goes off. He comes running out of the bathroom and grabs you giving you a kiss and thank you over and over again for making him a daddy again. He swears he will never look at other women again. You’re everything he wants
You guys decide to tell Rini a few weeks later. She is playing with her bunny in her room when you guys walk in with a gift for her. She opens it to see a smaller baby stuffed bunny. Looking at you confused, Wasaka says “You can give it to your baby brother or sister after they are born” She screams jumping up and hugging her dad and you as she yells thank you over and over again. Once she calms down she sits in front of you and looks at you both seriously.
He has you sitting on his thigh skirt pushed up showing off your panties. Taking his thumb he pulls on the band allowing it to snap back against your skin. "Ride babygirl" He says As he puts his hands behind his head leaning further back into the couch as he smirks down at you.
You slowly start to rock back and forth on him whining as you do it. He's punishing you. You were being flirty all night with Shin trying to make Wakasa jealous so he dragged you into his office and pulled you down on his lap.
You're pawing at his chest as tears swell in your eyes. Wakasa blows the smoke from his cigarette in your face. "I told you if you're going to act like a whore I'll treat you like one. You want to get off so bad you'll do it yourself." You start to push down harder on his thigh as you move faster trying to get as much friction as possible. "Pathetic" He says with a hint of disgust. Wakasas mean when he's jealous. What he doesn't know is you do it on purpose. You just flirted with Shin to get Wakasa all worked up. He fucks better when he's jealous.
You know you're going to ruin his pants. Your panting and moaning as you continue to grind on his leg. Everyone probably hears you outside the office door but you don't care. Wakasa grabs your waist helping you move back and forth building the friction you so desperately chase. Everything is wet but neither of you care.
When he can tell you're close he starts bouncing his leg hard every few seconds causing you to slam down on his thigh. You finish screaming his name as you slam your head against his shoulder trying to catch your breath. Wakasa chuckles. "We're not done princess" He says As he stands and tells you to lay across his desk with your ass up.
"Need to fuck you now" He says As you hear him undoing his belt.
( Ran x Y/N x Chifuyu— ethnic reader if you squint)
⚠️Mentions of: Teen pregnancy, cursing, abortion,
Previous Part; Part 4
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Recap~
Your rash footsteps practically forced Ran to back up from the door with haste. Your presence being forced in front of him as he realized he was not coming into your home space.
It was quiet, your eyes darting around the empty hall before falling on the taller male.
" Haitani."
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Your stare was blank.
Your eyes staring into the the man that once held your whole heart in his palms. The man that you once shared your being with, and spoke words that you never uttered again to. It was like your past flashed before your eyes, and unlike many—it did not bring you happiness and peace to see the young man with pigtail braids and a cheeky grin from all those years ago. Instead, you felt your eyes relax into a more grim and dark expression. This was not a pleasing sight to you, yet you pressed your tongue behind your teeth and swore not to say another word.
His own gaze was searing into you.
While your eyes remained fixed to his own, his eyes were traveling all around you.
Taking in your appearance, and letting his eyes wander especially at your stomach and exposed legs.
Your lower half— a part that drastically changes for a lot of woman after giving birth.
It was like a slap in the face as you let your eyes twitch in annoyance. You would've enjoyed your fresh motherhood body if not for the hardships and torture that came with being a single, and teen mom all by yourself.
So while you were looking at his eyes, Ran Haitani was looking at your figure.
Finally, his eyes came back up. Dragging them up to your face as a grin slowly drew onto his own.
In a second, Ran's gaze became more intense than your hate filled stare could ever be.
" You look magnificent love."
Ran Haitani looked like he was worth millions of dollars.
" Don't call me that."
Your response was quick, and the look in his eyes intensified shortly after.
" Don't tell me you're mad at me?" Ran asked you as he tilted his head to the side.
" I am."
" It was 9 years ago—"
" What do you want?"
Ran stared down at Y/N with sharp eyes. The grin on his face slowly faded away when he took in her firm frown and almost dead eyes. Her words were sharp and harsh, and her face showed no interest in his presence. It was like she had other things to be doing—things this were more important than seeing Ran after all these years.
Ran hated the feeling, and it was expected since he has always been the master at capturing attention.
And he was once a master at capturing and holding your attention.
Ran shook his head, his lips staying still as the sly grin showed in his eyes. " Did you get my envelope?"
You stared at Ran, and for a second you contemplated telling him another answer.
" I did."
Ran raised a brow at you. " You've always had manners. No thank you or anything? No—' thank you Ran for setting me straight for the next few years!'" He mocked with an attempt to sound like you.
Finally, the look of disgust took over your face. Embodying every thought you had on your mind about Ran Haitani.
" You want me to thank you?" You asked in shock. " You want me to thank you for showing up after almost 9 years?! What the hell do you think this is?!"
Ran's expression changed immediately. " Stop yelling." He sneered at you. " And don't think for a second that I came here for you—"
" Yeah I know," you cut him off with a laugh.
" You came here for Haruki, which you won't be setting an eye on."
Ran's face morphed to one of pure anger, and you found absolute pleasure in his expression—whether it was temporary or not.
You had opened the door for Ran for no specific reason. There was no thought in your mind to invite him, be nice to him, or let him see his son—let alone set an eye on him. Yet, you also didn't open the door for him with the intent to let the whole floor hear your baby daddy business, or for Chifuyu to hear you from all the way inside.
You didn't plan your approach to Ran Haitani, but with the words Ran had said to you—you wanted to believe that he didn't plan his approach either.
You didn't even realize that Ran had raised his voice, and was now talking to you at a tone that rivaled your own.
At the thought of Chifuyu, your mind wandered back to the two boys inside your complex.
" Stop fucking yelling." You sneered at Ran.
Ran gritted his teeth when he realized you weren't even concerned about anything he just said. " Why? So the fuck boy inside doesn't hear us?!"
Your eyes widened, and you could see the hint of amusement in Ran's orbs as you stared at him.
" What? You didn't think I would hear that right?!" He said as he laughed insanely at your expression. " You have a whole other dude around my son!?"
Your body was hot, and getting hotter by the second when Ran spat out words that were equivalent to utter rubbish. As you stared at him, your eyes began to soften as your mind wandered. Wandering back to the times you spent crying as a 17 year old girl. Exposed to the harsh realities of " love" after being blinded by it for two years.
You, a once dumb 17 year old girl—who had boldly declared to keep her baby despite her age, often found herself holding a hanger. Standing in a tub with a hand clamped over her mouth. Her thoughts racing around as tears streamed down her cheeks like an endless river.
You who lost everything over stupid decisions you had made in the two painful years of your life. Years that left your teenage era ruined and in shambles before you could even realize it was breaking.
" You left me."
Your words were as clear as day. Straightforward and firm as you blinked back the small tears that had managed to make way to your eyes.
" You left me with your kid Ran." You continued with a tremble in your voice. " You have no right to track me down or show up."
Ran's lips were parted, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.
He just had his eyes on you. Wide, blinking, and filled with emotion.
" Y/ N that was 9 years ago. I was a kid—"
" I was a kid too!" You interfered before Ran could finish his words. " I was a kid, literally, but I still gave birth to Haruki at 18! 18 fucking years old Ran! I could've got an abortion, killed myself, or used that fucking hanger that I promise I picked up more than once! But you know what! I didn't do any of that, and I was still a kid! And now you want to show up to me with 2 million dollars as your fucking pocket money?!"
At this point the sadness and hatred was shown openly in your eyes. Tears spilling and all vulnerable in front of your ex boyfriend. Someone you once considered to be the most important person to you.
Young love. It's so bitter and often ends horribly.
The usual stories of the amazing " bad boy" falling for the " good girl". The popular wanting the lame that sparks up conversations everywhere. Young love was an innocent type of love. The love where you're still figuring out yourself, and maneuvering around your feelings. After years of only telling family that you love them, you finally want to see what it means to love someone else that's not family. See what it means to blush, have your heart pound super fast, and get nervous in the presence of a person you're infatuated with. It was a new type of love that always took away a morale from someone, and whether they got that morale back at some point in their life is unknown.
Young love was an experience between kids. Between people who had the mind of a kid. Who were placed in situations that they stood stranded and confused in, after all, love isn't an easy emotion to explain.
So when you and Ran, both kids, fell " in love", it was time to question your real emotions.
You know you were infatuated with him. You loved the thrill he brought you, the attention you got, and the looks he gave you. You lived for it, and even though you were at war with yourself at 17–you still found peace, and that was through Ran.
He gave you belonging in a world that you never thought you would be in. Belong in.
And at the time you thought you were doing everything right. You're grades didn't drop like most smart girls did when they got boyfriends. So you labeled yourself as successful.
That was one of the many delusions you had made in your mind during your first love.
" What do you want me to do?"
Ran's voice was quiet. So quiet you didn't quite catch what he said.
But he stood there, watching you cry with his grin long off his face, and his posture almost defeated.
You blinked, your hand immediately coming to aid your wet cheeks. " I want you to leave."
The words were bitter on your tongue. They came straight from your heart and not your brain. You didn't think of your response to his question, and the true question behind Ran's question.
Should I come into Haruki's life or should I go?
And you had told him to go.
The look on his face was pleasing to your now bitter heart.
" What are you going to tell him?"
You were surprised that he was still calm.
You shrugged your shoulders. Setting your arms at your slide and blankness filled your eyes.
" We can't even..." Ran's eyes wandered, as if he was contemplating to say his next words.
" We can't even co parent?"
" Why do you want to see him all of a sudden?" You were harsh with your tone, and with the way your face twisted in. " No one needs your presence around anymore. I've done enough charity work."
" I've"— you were speaking from the heart of a broken 17 year old girl.
You could see Ran's face twist, as if he was about to make a comment about your wording.
" Me and Haruki are perfect without you." You quickly added to cover your self centered words.
Ran stared at you. Eye contact so firm yet weak. It didn't make you nervous like it used to, or make your cheeks burn and your ears tingle.
" So..."
You continue to stare as he gulped. Blinking intensely for whatever reason as his eyes traveled the empty halls. You watched as he settled his gaze on your complex door.
" So I can't even meet him? Say Goodnight?"
You stuttered mentally.
How can you say no?
You stared at Ran, and you could see it in his eyes that he was pleading. That he really wanted to say "Goodnight", to see his child, even after 8 years of absence.
" Just say Goodnight and leave right after. I won't bother your little boy toy—"
" Okay."
" Wait really?" Ran's eyes were wide. Clearly not expecting that response from you.
It usually takes Haruki ten minutes to fall asleep after being put to bed. You were sure he was still slightly awake.
You inhaled a deep breath, turning your body away from him. " Yeah."
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" This way."
You made no effort to call out to Chifuyu personally when you and Ran walked through the house. The footsteps of two different people loud and clear. But you were sure that he was aware it was you and a companion buy the sound of your voice. That way, he didn't need to worry if it was intruders of any sort.
" Nice place."
You didn't respond to Ran directly, only nodding your head as you continued to move to Haruki's bedroom.
You came to a stop at his closed door.
" He should be asleep." You started as you looked to Ran. " But knowing him, he's probably fake sleeping until he falls asleep."
Ran nodded, eyes fixed on the closed white door. " So do I go in?...."
You shrugged your shoulders and tilted your head in a manner that gave mixed answers. Both " whatever you want", and "yes".
Ran inhaled a deep breath, and you could hear the shake in it. As much as you tried not to care, you could see the way his hands fumbled around for an imperfection on his clothing. Wanting to occupy himself by cleaning up his appearance, which was a sign of nervousness for Ran.
But how could you laugh at him?
It's been practically 9 years and he was finally about to see his son, and not in a manner that was joyous.
" Whenever you're ready." You mumbled to Ran.
You could see the appreciation on Ran's face from your words, but the moment you said it you instantly regretted it.
You didn't have his encouragement for the last 9 years. So as you leaned back, it was words to yourself to not engage anymore.
You watched as Ran stared at Haruki. You would've thought that your boy was sleeping with the quiet inhales and exhales that showed expert signs of sleep. He could be faking, but Haruki's fake sleeping isn't good. Not as good as this.
Chifuyu must've tucked him in real good. You thought to yourself as a look of content settled into your eyes.
Ran was silent. The only thing being heard in the room was Haruki's humidifier that was sitting beside him.
You narrowed your eyes at Ran's head. As far as you were concerned, you didn't bing him here to watch Haruki sleep. It's either he gets involved, or goes away.
You don't need him to watch from afar.
It's better if Haruki continues to not know him, than Ran making himself known; and then ghosting.
" Well it looks like he's actually sleeping." You started in a hushed voice. " If you're not gonna say anything than let's—"
" Hey kid."
You stopped talking immediately.
" I know you're sleeping right now..." You watched as he observed Haruki for a short moment, all while gathering up the words he wanted to say. " I'm your biological father...your dad....in some way."
Part of you felt absolutely cold to Ran's words, having heard similar things yourself. Then another part of you kept your eyes pinned on Haruki; thinking about how happy he would've been to hear those words.
You shifted your weight onto your other leg, your brows furrowing as you studied Haruki's breathing.
He definitely wasn't hearing all of this.
" I'm sorry." Ran added, shuffling a little to stare closer at his son. " To you and your mom."
Ignore.
And you did. You pretended not to see the look Ran gave you.
" You done?" You suddenly spoke. Startling yourself with how harsh your tone was.
Ran looked at you. A look of utter shock on his face, like he was in disbelief to what you were saying. But another part of his expression seemed to be begging you for more time.
" He's literally asleep Y/N."
You didn't even argue with Ran, for you don't know why you spoke to begin with.
All you did was give a court nod, taking a step back; as if you were removing yourself from the room, yet you remained inside and present.
" Right."
You refused to listen to whatever Ran told Haruki for the next three minutes,
—not wanting to intervene on the 5 minutes he's getting with him.
—Not wanting to say anything that will make it seem as if you miss him, or yearned for him for years, or want him back.
So you kept quiet, not saying a word.
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Ran was crushed—
And his pride couldn't even deny it. Nothing about what just happened went how he planned. How he thought it would go. He thought he would have the upper hand, that he would keep his grin on the whole time because it was going how he wanted. He thought that you would be compliant, and now that he looks back at it; he wants to slap himself because you were never overly submissive. He's adapted to his lifestyle as a Bonten Admin, having more power than he could ever imagine. Having everyone wanting him, and always getting what he desires.
Truth hit. You didn't want him like every woman does, and Ran didn't get what he wanted.
He sighed frustratedly, feeling his stomach curl up as a bile rose in his throat. This was a horrible thing that he rarely felt.
He wanted to cry.
Ran wanted to just stay in his car and fucking think about all the shit he's done wrong. He already knows what he did was wrong, and he didn't finally except it until his younger brother physically beat it into him. Even so, after Rindou's beating, he still didn't go into the matter with a grown mentality.
His brother could barely even look at him, his ex truly didn't give a shit about him anymore. It's fair to say that you hated him at this point.
" Fucking hell.." he cursed as he ran a hand down his face.
A part of Ran didn't even want to ask for co parenting, because he truly didn't deserve it.
He willingly walked away from the lifestyle of being a parent, and didn't make the effort to go back when he became finically stable.
He took away the opportunity of Rindou being an Uncle the day he walked out on you. He took away your freedom to live out your big 18 freely, wildly, and to be a young and free adult.
Ran wanted to ignore the ringing of his phone badly.
He did not want to answer whoever was calling him. Especially when he was sure his voice would shake because of his current emotional state.
With a deep breath that held all his irritations, he dug his hands into his pockets to pick out his phone. He couldn't afford to ignore a phone call, especially with his occupation. It could be Mikey, his brother—as much as he is angry at him, or just important Bonten duties in general.
The moment Ran saw his boss's name on his ringing phone, he answered the call immediately.
" Hey Boss."
It was silent on the other line, and for a moment—Ran thought Mikey would have a negative reaction to him not answering on time. Even though Ran did answer, he left the boss ringing for too long.
" Boss?—"
" That took an awfully long time."
Ran inhaled a deep breath quietly, letting his head tilt over to the side. " Yeah I was just um...I was—"
" You're not at a house or apartment right now." Mikey didn't sound upset. " Stop by my office."
Ran blinked, his lips parting to ask why but the phone cut before he could.
Ran could only stare at the contact list projected before him. His eyes on his most recent phone call, and his thumb itching to call back his boss. Why was Mikey even paying attention to his location? Most importantly, how long has he been watching over him?
It would be bad, totally horrible if Mikey perhaps thinks that he needs to be aware of Y/N's location or business. It would be the biggest mistake Ran would make in his life if Mikey ordered something to happen to Haruki and Y/N. He would truly never forgive himself.
The thought alone made Ran uncomfortable.
Nevertheless, Ran pushed his feeling to the side and made his way to the headquarters as he was ordered to do. Specially to meet Mikey in his office. The drive there was silent, Ran's hand occasionally twitching when he let his inner thoughts and concerns flood his mind. The sight of his sleeping son plagued his mind the whole way to the headquarters. It was in that moment that Ran stood in the same room as his ex girlfriend/ baby mama, that he actually began to rethink and regret choices he's made in his life.
Rindou was right about everything he said, and meeting his child one-sided after 9 years didn't help defend Ran. It only made him feel more shitty.
" You took long enough." Mikey's dead voice said as Ran closed the door behind him.
Ran didn't even bother giving Mikey an excuse or sneaky grin. All he did was bow 90 degrees and mumble a ' sorry' as a response.
" Did everything go to shit?"
Mikey's question boiled undeniable anger in Ran that he knew was best to conceal.
" It was...it went a little off track— I suppose I can say."
Mikey tilted his head at Ran, clearly not believing a word he had said. " A little? I thought you were confident it would work in your favour?"
Ran was no fool. He could now clearly hear the teasing in his Boss's words. " I have no say."
" How long have you known?"
Ran's eyebrows furrowed immediately, and he couldn't help the stare he fixed onto his boss.
" I told you up till today Boss."
Mikey tilted his head, walking to the window do his office. His back turned away from his underling as he gazed at the dark view.
Mikey was certain that Ran was lying, and judging by his brothers behaviour, he can say he was correct.
Mikey guessed that Ran has known about his kid for a while in some way. His behaviour and wording over the last few years never poked Mikey weirdly. Haitani looked like the type to have baby momma's—plenty, in fact. But the meaningless jokes he made over the years slid past everyone easily. But now that he looks back at it, Mikey doubts Haitani is just finding out.
" I know what you've told me." Mikey started.
" And I know it's a lie. You've always known you had a kid—in some way."
Ran kept quiet, opting not to give a response that might end up coming out snarky to his boss.
After a long day, and horrible last few days due to the aftermath of his fight with his brother—Ran wasn't in the mood to be interrogated about his failed life as a father. As a man who left his girlfriend to defend for herself during pregnancy.
No excuse can hide the truth of what he did.
" I'm right. Aren't I?"
Ran started at Mikey, distress taking over his face as he slowly nodded. No longer was he trying to hide his own disappointment in himself with a sly emotion.
Mikey started at Ran. The men in Bonten have been by his side for a while. For years. Even though there was a loneliness in his being from the absence of people he grew up with, Mikey still acknowledged what his subordinates have done for him. Building this empire, and dedicating their lives to Bonten. Remaining loyal to him.
The idea that Ran hasn't been around his son, yet has been beside Mikey for years sparked something in the boss.
" Why don't I let you off for the rest of the project?"
Ran perked up, not expecting that response after the Boss's long silence. " That's not necessary—"
" It is." Mikey immediately interfered. " Take time to know your kid. To build a relationship with your baby mother."
Although Ran was grateful for the time off to have an opportunity, he wasn't sure that was possible anymore.
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" Who was that last night?"
Chifuyu asked at the island counter. You had both dropped Haruki off at school today. Showing up in Chifuyu's black BMW, a beaming smile on all your faces as if you were a little family. You were sure you surprised the teachers who've been seeing you man free for the last couple years. So now here you and Chifuyu sat at the island, eating breakfast as the tv played lightly in the background. A calming aura surrounding the complex, with the beautiful day light flooding in. The deep yellow sun now painting your house the same color.
" If you don't mind me asking." Chifuyu quickly added. " You didn't seem too happy, but I didn't want to rile you up more."
You cleared your throat, chewing on your eggs as you blinked. " He was— um..."
What was he?
Who was Ran?
Your baby daddy?
Your ex?
Which one of those facts did you want to admit to Chifuyu?
" You don't have to answer Y/N..." he trailed off lowly.
" He's my ex boyfriend." You shook your head quickly, gathering the courage in your throat.
" Haruki's biological dad."
You could see the shock that came across Chifuyu's face with the small movement your eyes made.
" Oh..." he said as he slowly nodded. " That makes sense."
You stared at your plate as something bubbles in your gut. You felt the need to explain things to Chifuyu further. To enlighten him that you and Ran were nothing, and to clear all worries he might have in his mind right now.
" We used to date when I was younger." You started as you chewed your final bit of food.
" We were together for a long time. We were...in love—I guess you could say. I mean, young 17 year old me really was attracted to the concept of love y'know? So attracted that I made a stupid decision that cost me my teenage and early adult years. Not that I...regret it...though. Well...now that I look at it I don't regret it. I ended up fine. But when he left after I told him the news, that's when I felt regret."
You didn't mean to make Chifuyu stop eating. Make him drop his fork as he stared at his plate in silence.
" It took me a while to adapt to life as a single mother." You continued, your tone more somber than before. " As a young mom especially. I had to do such gut wrenching things...."
Immediately you thought of that bitter moment in your bosses office. Young you didn't understand why that was happening, and there is nothing present you can say to defend those actions. You had felt so filthy that day, and it often nit picks at your mind.
" I'm sorry." You quickly apologized to Chifuyu; standing up. " The night ended horribly yesterday, and we all had so much fun; yet I'm dumping all of this shitty information on you that's probably making you second guess everything that we said—"
" I'm not second guessing anything." Chifuyu sounded certain, and as he raised his head; you knew there was nothing but truth behind his words. " I've always known you suffered with Haruki for a bit—before you met me. I just never knew it was all of...that."
Your face melted, lips parting as you fell speechless.
" I can see it in your eyes, the way you carry yourself, and the way you raise and discipline Haruki. There was a sad story behind you. There is a sad story behind you. I just didn't say anything, but I know Y/N."
For a second you stared at Chifuyu. " His father wanted to talk to him last night. But he was sleeping."
Chifuyu got quiet, letting you talk.
" I felt so bitter. Even after being certain for the last 9 years that I didn't want him around ever again. I'm saying I hate him, but I don't know if I genuinely do." Your lips curled into a snarl as you spoke. " I hate what he did to me and Haruki though. How he left."
Chifuyu reached for your hand, seizing it gently as he pushed his plate to the side. " You should talk to him, Y/N. You don't need him, that's a fact, but maybe Haruki might want to have him around."
Haruki might. Why would Haruki want his father around who left him while he was in the womb? Why would he want his father when he had his mother who cared for him x10?
Chifuyu gave your hand a squeeze due yo your silence. " Haruki doesn't have a reason to hate him, since he's so young. You do. But you can't project it onto Haru."
Why was Chifuyu willing to understand Ran?
" What about you?"
Your question made Chifuyu raise a brow.
" What about me?" He asked back. " This isn't about me Y/N. And Haruki's dad being present won't effect our relationship."
" I really don't know why he's coming back now.....almost 9 years later." Your eyes averted as your spoke, and by your tone—Chifuyu can tell that you were also asking yourself.
" It's never too late to build a relationship with your child." He said with a small sigh. Your rather bitter energy was no longer concealed. Your anger for Ran was noticeable—yet understandable, so Chifuyu didn't see the point in downplaying it anymore.
" Yes it is." You countered with a a teeny raise in your voice. " Your kids are adults and now you want to get to know them? Please. It's too late."
" Maybe," Chifuyu shrugged, pinning a gentle look on you.
" —But I wouldn't mind if my dad showed up today."
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6 Months Later,
" This is the first time I'm not near Haruki the month of his birthday."
Y/N said as she filled a duffel bag with various of things. She had made a deal with Ran, one she now reflected to be far too generous. He can have Haruki for two weeks. Not just a regular two weeks like they usually did, but the two weeks before his 9th birthday. Haruki started counting down for his birthday exactly three weeks before, and he had began his countdown recently. The duffel bag was filled with Teddy's, toys, homework practice sheets, hair supplies, and snacks that Haruki's likes to eat. You didn't give a two week supply of snacks, if Ran cared he would buy it again when they run out.
" You're overpacking." Chifuyu said with a sweat drop as he dropped Haruki's luggage in the foyer. " It's only two weeks."
You scoffed at his words. " It's like preparing for a babysitter. He's never taken care of Haruki before. So yes, over packing is necessary."
You didn't need to look back at Chifuyu to know he was frowning. " I know it sounds mean, but we both know it's true. I mean... I did the same to you for the first week."
" Yeah that makes sense." Chifuyu said with a sigh, watching as you stuffed the last bag of chips inside. " You called off right?"
" Off of what?"
" Lord have mercy Y/N..."
You turned to Chifuyu with a raised brow as he rubbed his forehead. " What?"
" Babe you are so forgetful." He said with a laugh that sounded almost pained. " —Called off of work."
You're eyes widened to saucers as you stared at him. Your job at the bar was still the same. Bonten had raised the pay of the workers by a lot, and your pay was more than triple what you were getting before. The place was busy all the time, and the tips you got from the rich men and women that you served were insane. You remember receiving your first tip from a high level man after the two week renovations, and you were shook. It was equivalent to your monthly pay check at the time.
Life became much easier despite how dangerous your job had become.
The money Ran gave you and your money combined was all Haruki needed for school. So you were done taking out money from your pay check to Haruki's school life, and it sure saves you a lot.
So in result of all these good things, you now work 4 times a week. Specific days where your admirers mostly show up and drop a hefty tip in your pocket. Your life was stable, and you always had extra money to the side at the end of every week. Never did you think you would be paying bills early, and here you are.
" Shit!" You cursed after your moment of silence. " Can you please call in for me while I get Haruki from his room?! How could I forget!?"
You watched as Chifuyu nodded. Taking your phone to make way to your contacts before taking off to another room.
Ran should be here soon. Maybe in the next 20 minutes, and you were sure you had everything packed and ready for him. You rose to your feet, staring at everything as you mentally checked things off in your head. As far as you were concerned, you had everything ready for Haruki to have an ensured good time with Ran. This would be their first initial bonding time together as father and son, and you had boosted the amusement of this by packing recreational things. Something you didn't have to do.
" Haruki!" You yelled for your son. After all, he was the only thing unchecked on your mental list. " Your father will be here soon! Come down!"
You immediately cursed yourself when you realized you were supposed to go to Haruki, because Chifuyu was on the phone with your bartending Manager.
Ding, ding.
Talk about 20 minutes.
You don't ever remember Ran Haitani being early. Praise the lord if he was ever punctual, but 20 minutes early was far from on time. That's as early in a way that could be considered disrespectful.
But like Chifuyu said, it's never too late to change.
Ring, ring, ri—
" I'm coming!" You yelled before the third ring could finish. " Geez."
You'll have to apologize to Chifuyu later with all the yelling you're doing.
You opened the door with a face that was already flat because you had a good idea who was at that door.
" You're early."
Ran stared at you, his eyes skimming down to take in your appearance. Or more specifically, look over the rather formal clothes you were wearing in question.
" Well hello to you too Y/N," he said with a grin. Immediately letting himself in. " I'm glad you can finally call me instead of speaking through my brother."
You rolled your eyes at the subject he had settled to discuss upon. Out of everything Ran could've said, he had to bring up something like your behavior towards him.
" You can stop there, thank you." You said. Stopping him from proceeding any farther into your home. " Matter of fact, how is Rindou? I haven't talked to him since yesterday."
Ran stared at you for a good second. Hands tucked into his dress jacket. " Aside from our last conversation you haven't spoken to me in weeks."
You didn't know exactly what to say to Ran. You avoided him at work when Bonten would show up on any random day of the month. Always making an unexpected appearance once a month to relax in their personal recently built VIP section. You avoided confrontation with him, and only send videos and pictures of Haruki that you collect weekly.
You had no business speaking more with Ran Haitani. Your ex. Your baby father. Not when you were a woman in a relationship.
In fact, if it was up to you, you wouldn't speak with him at all. He's lucky he and Haruki's relationship is getting stronger, because that kid that resembles him is the only reason he'll ever hear from you.
" I've been busy." You shrugged off as a final answer. " Let me call Haruki down again—"
The call of his name immediately followed with an answer and footsteps. You gave a look to Ran that told him he wouldn't be present any longer to interrogate you.
" Daddy!" Haruki called with joy as he made contact with the cold floors. " Daddy's here!"
The sprint he made to his father was adorable.
Ran welcomed Haruki with wide arms, lifting him up into the air almost immediately. Just like how Chifuyu always did, but Ran added the extra spins.
" Hey buddy," he said as he hoisted his almost 9 year old son on his hip. " How you doing?"
Haruki smiled brightly as he stared into the same colored eyes of his father. " Good!"
You watched as Ran pressed a quick kiss to Haruki's forehead before lowering him back down to the ground.
" So I'm guessing you got everything ready?" Ran asked you with a big inhale. " The trip is going to be me, Haru, and Rin only."
You nodded. Lifting the luggages you packed as you nodded Ran over. " Yup. I called the school about his vacation also. You're set."
Ran removed the luggages from your hold before you even had the opportunity to put them in drag mode.
" Thanks." He said as he towered over you.
" I know this whole thing is new to you, and me too, so thanks for letting me have another chance."
You settled a small glare on him as you scoffed. " You're acting like you wouldn't have found a way to get what you wanted anyways."
Ran quickly shook his head at your words. Denying them. " Never. I'm truly thankful to you."
With the look in Ran's eyes, you knew he wasn't lying. That gaze hadn't changed since you guys were teenagers. It was the look of genuine words. He often fixed such a look on his brother, but you were able to be on the receiving end sometimes. Even now, into your adulthood, Ran still managed to allure you in with ways only you would understand.
How could you possibly go on hating him? It wouldn't do any good, and it was really only affecting you.
You weren't sure if it was forgiveness that flew through you...
" No need to thank me." You shrugged, taking a step back. " I'm just doing it so Haruki has fun."
Ran nodded, but you were sure he saw through it. " I just hope one day we can make me and you work out aga—"
" You guys are leaving already?" Chifuyu asked as he walked in. " At least let me see you off buddy."
Haruki immediately ran to hug the blonde man, and you couldn't help but notice that Ran had a new interest to stare at.
" I'm going to miss you..." Haruki mumbled.
You smiled faintly at the soft interaction.
" You'll have fun with your dad and uncle."
Chifuyu gave Haruki one last hug before he let him run back to his father. " Hello Haitani."
Ran hummed in acknowledgment, watching as Chifuyu joined your side.
He let his eyes roam the matching formal wear you guys wore. Looking over at the clothes that clearly showed you two would be accompanying each other somewhere tonight.
" Say bye Ruki." Ran urged as he opened the door to exit.
You waved bye to your son with Chifuyu standing by your side. Words to bless them of a good trip filled with fun memories with his uncle and father.
All while avoiding the eyes of the man you once called your lover.
" We met each other when we were young, before we knew enough about disappointment, and once we did we found we reminded each other of it."
synopsis: the one where you have the hots for your dealer, and Wakasa is always eager to please a customer. (don't let your boyfriend stop you from finding your husband.)
pairings: wakasa imaushi x f!reader, light takeomi x reader
content warning: smut, prn with plot, car sex, cheating, oral sex, sneaky link, sexual tension, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, sex while high, consensual drug use, mentions of abuse, waka is a FREAK, MDNI!
word count: 5.4k
author's note: im not gonna say nothing but... I was ovulating. be warned. (keep those comments coming though yall give me motivation to keep writing.
part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight
TAKEOMI THREW HIS HEAD BACK, chest jumping with the force of his laughter. A stray hair fell into his face, breaking his otherwise flawless facade. You had to admit; seeing him like this was a rare treat.
“Oh, Shit,” he sighed, wiping a tear away from his eye. “Shit, man, that’s funny.”
You glanced over at the other side of the room. There was a little bar hidden away in the corner that was being tended by a pretty blonde woman. Wakasa and Shinichiro sat in front of it, immersed in conversation. Shin had his back turned to you. Wakasa was facing the woman at the bar, chin poised on his hand. There was something about the way he gazed at her, the way you could practically hear the sweet nothings melting off his tongue like warm butter from here that made you green with envy.
You knew it was obsessive – but still, you couldn’t help but wonder if they were talking about you. The two were close, to your knowledge. There was no doubt in your mind that he already knew what had happened between you and Wakasa.
It didn’t seem to bother him nearly as much as it had been bothering you. No, of course, it didn’t. He wasn’t the one who stepped out.
But, still, something in the way his hand brushed hers as he reached for the beverage in her hand – and lingered for a moment too long – that had you squirming in your chair.
As if he had sensed you thinking about him, Wakasa’s half-lidded eyes shifted their attention from the female bartender to you. He swished the amber-colored liquid around in his glass before flashing you an all-knowing grin.
Stop it, you had to remind yourself, shaking the thoughts from your head. Behave.
A well-timed distraction came in the form of your boyfriend’s hand over your shoulder. You found yourself whipping your head back around.
“She’s a doll, isn’t she?” Takeomi had been saying. “Tell them, baby, how long have we been together now?”
And there he was again, boasting of you to his business partners like you were some sort of trophy.
Still, you put on that fake smile again and you answered happily, “Six years.”
Keizo Arashi whistled. Like Wakasa, he had a certain distaste for formal events. This was reflected in his choice of attire – a white tank top, a gold chain, and a pair of black pants. “Shit, that’s a long time to be with a boring fucker like you.”
The few men around you began to laugh.
“Beats having no one,” Takeomi retorted.
Cue the comedic ‘oo’s.
Benkei gestured toward one of the female waitresses that had been circling the room. “Another round of shots, please – Tequila,” He called. “I can’t talk to this man sober.”
Takeomi laughed again. You felt the noise shake you.
You felt Wakasa come up behind the lot of you. He and Shinichiro took a seat across from you this time, choosing to perch on the smaller couch on the other side of the table – facing you.
“What about you, Waka?” Your boyfriend asked. It was a harmless question, truly, but you couldn’t help but tense up at his words. “You seeing anyone?”
You peered over at him. It would look too suspicious if you averted eye contact, seeing as everyone else seemed to be awaiting his answer.
Please don’t, you pleaded internally. All it would take was one slip-up before this whole shindig came crashing down. One slip-up.
Wakasa’s eyes didn’t quite meet yours. He dragged his index finger over the lip of his glass rather tentatively. “You could say that.”
Seeing someone?
That piqued your interest. You knew you obviously weren’t the only one Wakasa had been seeing; that would be incomprehensibly naive of you. Hell, he’d flirted with one of the workers tonight right in front of you.
But, still, seeing someone? Did that mean you had only been rebound?
You couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. Wakasa probably had multiple pretty girls wondering the same thing about him – wondering naively if they, too, were the only ones.
“You’re always seeing someone,” Takeomi slurred. His tone was humorous, but you could feel that there was something deeper he wasn’t explicitly saying.
Who is this someone? You couldn’t stop yourself from wondering.
The group laughed again. Wakasa chuckled as well, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. – his eyes remained poised on the deep-colored drink that sat untouched, balanced on his palm.
He ran his tongue between his plush lips, bringing the drink up and taking a few sips. “I think this one might be different,” he mused after a brief pause. Setting the glass down on his thigh, he brought his gaze up from the floor and looked at you. His gaze was intense, burning hot, and for a moment, you could have sworn you saw his pretty eyes darken. “Haven’t been able to get her out of my head.”
Your eyes traced the length of his tatted forearms up to his neck, and then further up to his lips. When you met his passionate gaze, you felt your heart squeeze almost painfully.
He’s looking at me.
He’s looking right at me. What does that mean?
“The White Leopard,” Benkei remarked. “Pussywhipped. Never thought I’d see the day.”
Thankfully, Takeomi had been too busy looking for the waitress to take much interest in the conversation. A quick glance back at him revealed that the waitress was making her way back over to the table with a tray of drinks in hand.
“Your drinks,” She said. Bending over slightly, she set 6 glass cups on the table.
Does he feel the same way?
It didn’t matter. You were a taken woman.
You looked up from the table. Your eyes met Waka’s. Maybe it was the light playing tricks on you, but it seemed as if he was wondering the same thing.
You sat alone in a booth with blue cushions, ones which matched the lights flickering down upon the dance floor. You didn't know the name of the song that was playing, but you liked it. The group you were in had moved downstairs. You were still in what was considered to be a VIP area, just closer to all of the real action.
Takeomi had been too drunk to notice your behavior – you knew that. Yet, still, there was this nagging anxiety that had you rethinking everything.
"So, I gotta ask," Began Shinichiro. “What did you do for a living before you met Take here?”
You shrugged for the millionth time that evening, reaching for your glass of merlot. Swishing the deep red liquid around in your glass, you took a sip. “I was a University Student.”
Shin’s eyes widened. “No shit, for real? What was your major?”
You took another sip. The expensive wine here tasted just like the cheap wine Takeomi kept at the house. You weren't quite sure what you had expected. "Pre-Law."
He folded his arms on the table, resting his head on his hand and gazing at you while he took another sip of his drink. “Wow,” he hummed. “You’re probably smarter than half of us here.”
You huffed a polite little laugh, shaking your head. You were a trophy wife. Your job was to stay quiet.
So instead you turned your head to the dance floor. What were you looking at, one might ask?
Take a lucky guess.
You observed him as he sauntered up to a woman near the edge of the dancefloor. He whispered something in her ear, something that made her giggle, and then she took his hand. The two of them wandered off into the sea of bumping, grinding bodies.
You furrowed your brows. Turning your head back to the table where the rest of you were sitting, you gave your glass another sad swish.
" Take! " A familiar voice approached you from behind. " Long time no see!"
"Hey!" Your boyfriend took one last sip of his wine. A smile crossed his face, revealing crooked, nicotine-stained teeth. He turned around just as the stranger clapped him on the shoulder. “Long time no see indeed.”
Kyoudai Samegai. One of Takeomi’s most highly regarded past coworkers, and long-time friend. Technically, presiding as boss, Takeomi was his superior. But by the way they spoke, one would never be able to guess that. He was a short man. From your knowledge, he handled whatever dirty work it was that your boyfriend didn’t feel like doing.
“How you been, buddy?” The man asked. His face creased around his smile. When he turned to you, he bowed respectfully. “And the missus, of course, looking lovely as always.”
" Samegai, " You smiled, offering him the back of your hand – which he kissed. "Always a pleasure.”
“Miss me, Kyou?” Takeomi asked. At this point in the evening, it was pretty safe to say that your boyfriend was drunk off his ass. He usually took any chance he possibly could to drink himself senseless.
"Haven’t slept a day since we’ve been apart," The shorter man cried, feigning agony and clutching his chest for dramatic effect. "How’s business been for you?"
"Business," Takeomi sighed. He said something else, but you had already begun the process of tuning him out by the time you’d heard him speak.
You had greater concerns to worry about. More specifically, one such concern was currently swaying with some broad on the dance floor. As your eyes found his way over to him again – it seemed you couldn’t resist – you caught a glimpse of how close he had gotten to that woman in the span of a few brief moments. The two of them were chest to chest, her arms thrown around his shoulders.
Readjusting your grip on your wine glass – the stem in your grasp – you felt yourself grow tense.
What’s gotten into me tonight? You had to ask yourself.
You had spent the last week of your life running away from this guy and now here he was, sucking up all of your attention.
The strange woman moved her body to the beat of the music again, time turning around and pressing her backside up against him. What made matters worse? His hands found their way down to her thighs.
She swayed her hips back, moving Wakasa with her.
His hands trailed up the length of her waist, ghosting over the waistband of her skin-tight jeans. He leaned over her shoulder to say something else into her ear. Whatever it was, it had the girl smiling.
Against your will, it seemed, you felt yourself begin to frown.
Deep down, you know your hookup with Wakasa was just that – a hookup. But, still, was the show really necessary? It almost seemed as if he was rubbing it in your face.
You didn’t really realize you were staring. Not until Wakasa tore his head away from the woman who was currently grinding on him to look at you – a look that tore you apart at the seams.
He knew exactly what he was doing.
He was grinding on her, but he was looking at you.
Lukewarm smoke fell out of your mouth almost drunkenly. “Want what?” You traded the joint for the millionth time.
“That is the question,” His eyes flitted down to your lips – briefly – before settling on your eyes. “What do you want?”
You could hear the sound of laughter on either side of you – although very faintly. Your hand tensed.
Wakasa leaned down and pressed a kiss to the back of the woman’s neck, bracing his hands on her hips. She leaned her head all the way back on his shoulder, melting into the rhythm of the music.
“You want me, baby?”
No. Desperately, you tried to say no.
But your heart wouldn’t allow it.
You didn’t dare to move. The answer left your mouth before you could even think twice about it, though it was not much louder than a whisper. “Yes…”
You furrowed your brows further, watching him kiss up the side of the girl’s neck.
You had no idea why you felt this way. You had no right. Not when it had been one night that the two of you had spent together, not when your boyfriend of six years was sitting right next to you with his head turned.
It was all so wrong.
So wrong, in fact, that you spent another three minutes watching him like a hawk – as if you hadn’t been doing that for half an hour already.
"You’re twitching, baby," Wakasa purred, buttery-smooth, and the sound of it almost made you cum right then and there. “You close?”
Blissfully, you let the pleasure take over you. “Mhm.”
That bastard. He’d taken everything from you. He came in and home wrecked your relationship, and now he was toying with your feelings. None of this would have been happening had it not been for him writing down his stupid phone number on that stupid beer box.
It was his fault, and it was like he knew it.
Did I ever matter? You felt yourself begin to wonder.
You were thrown out of your reverie by the sound of glass snapping. Shaking the thoughts from your head, you looked down at the palm of your hand where your wine glass once stood.
The bottom half of the glass was still clenched in your fist. The glass cup had snapped in half, leaving the top piece tipped over – red wine spilled all over the otherwise pristine white table topper.
It wasn’t until you set the glass bottom down that you noticed the red liquid dripping down your wrist wasn’t wine. It was your blood.
You winced, tossing the broken glass onto the table.
“Shit, babe, are you okay?” Takeomi – surprisingly – rushed to your aid. He grabbed your wrist, flipping your palms over to reveal the distinct image of tiny glass shards embedded in your skin.
“Yeah, I’m okay, Just…” You nodded quickly. You weren’t. You were just embarrassed. Quickly, your eyes darted around the room in search of someplace to wash up. You could feel everyone looking at you. “I just…”
The room felt like it was beginning to spin.
Your chair screeched as you stood up abruptly, setting your now bloodied napkin down on the table. “I’m gonna use the bathroom,” You sputtered. “Please excuse me.”
And – ignoring your boyfriend’s shouts of your name – you speed-walked towards the nearest bathroom sign.
You had tunnel vision. For a moment, there was no one else in the room. At the same time, however, it felt like every time you moved you were bumping into someone else. It was driving you crazy.
All you wanted was to make it to the bathroom in one piece.
Eventually, you succeeded. You burst through one of the three bathroom doors you saw, chest heaving and shoulders tensed. Immediately, you made a beeline for the sink.
You turned on the faucet, sticking your hands beneath the stream of cold water that came out. The sudden chill felt pretty nice when you were sweating like a bitch in heat.
But, god damn, it hurt like a bitch .
You winced again, turning your palm over to look at the damage.
The skin was red and irritated. There was a shallow gash in the middle, right where the glass had snapped. Smaller shards of glass stuck to your skin here and there, but it was nothing crazy.
“Shit,” you sighed. Letting the water run, you pressed your head up against the wall. You felt disgusting for feeling the way you did.
Feeling defeated, you sank to the floor, hugging your knees to your chest. It took all of the strength you had left in you to not cry.
Your phone buzzed. You flipped it over, letting it stay on the floor. You didn’t care how disgusting it was.
Take <3 just now
You’re making a big scene
There was no way in hell that you were going to answer him. The screen lit up another time.
Take <;3 just now
If you were planning on embarrassing me
tonight you should have just stayed home.
Feeling your eyes begin to water, you looked away. Instead of ruining your makeup, you tried counting the number of tiles on the bathroom wall. There was a cheap fluorescent light buzzing overhead. The distinct stench of piss lingered in the bathroom despite it being – somewhat – clean.
You didn’t know why you were crying. It couldn’t have just been Wakasa. If you had to guess, it was probably a combination of that and the overwhelming humiliation you felt from doing the one thing your boyfriend had told you not to do.
Misbehave.
So you remained there on the bathroom floor for a while, keeping your knees pressed to your chest and trying to focus on the throbbing pain in your palm and in your heeled feet. Anything to not feel weak. Anything to keep the anxiety from eating you up inside.
So long, in fact, that you’d lost track of time. It wasn’t until a knock sounded at the bathroom door that you checked your phone to see how much time had passed: Five minutes.
“Occupied!” You quickly replied. Lifting a trembling finger up to your lips, you tried to tap your foundation back into place around your lips. By this point, you knew it was probably cracked.
“I know, doll,” Crooned the voice on the other side of the door. A voice belonging to someone who was quite possibly the last person you wanted to see right now. “ It’s me. ”
“No,” you affirmed. “I have nothing more to say to you.”
For a moment, it almost looked like he had an objection to make. He pressed his lips together in a thin line. “Alright,” he sighed, pressing the ignition button to start the car up again. “Then let’s get you home, doll.”
For a moment, you thought to stay quiet. Your efforts would have been in vain. He already knew you were in here.
Have pity on me, God, You sighed. Rolling onto your side, you began the tedious process of getting yourself off the vile bathroom floor. You dusted the skirt of your gown off. “Why can’t you just leave me alone, Imaushi?”
“I’m not here to talk. Takeomi told me you hurt your hand,” There was a brief silence, and then he offered, “I brought bandages.”
You scoffed. Asshole couldn’t come himself, go figure .
“Let me in?” He asked again.
“How did you know I was in here?” You asked. Still, your hand inched closer to the doorknob.
He sighed. He sounded exasperated, to say the least. “Not hard to find you when this was the only bathroom that was occupied,” he then added, “You left your purse at the table.”
You glanced around the bathroom. Shit. He was right, you had left your bag in a rush.
“Want it back? ” He asked. It was an earnest question, but it sounded like a tease coming from him.
“That’s not even fair,” You furrowed your brows. “You’re holding my bag hostage.”
Wakasa fiddled with the handle.
You jumped forward to hold your hand over it. “Okay, okay! I’ll let you in.”
You undid the lock on the door. The moment it opened you felt your heartbeat quicken.
Wakasa looked a bit messy. His hair – which he had changed into a ponytail at some point during the evening – was disheveled, and a little frizzy at that. He had his arm braced on the door frame, leaning over you with a shit-eating grin. When you finally managed to tear your eyes away from his face, you realized he had your little black purse hooked on one of his fingers.
“Thanks,” you nodded at him. When you went for the purse, he lifted it out of your reach.
“Let me see your hand,” he deadpanned.
You sighed. Figuring that, at this point, you probably needed the bandage, you let him take your hand. It was a desperate effort to not focus on the way his fingers felt on your skin.
His downturned eyes searched your hand for the injury. When he found it, he let his thumb flit over the small gash. It was a gesture so small, so insignificant, yet uncharacteristically gentle – it had you reeling.
“What happened?” He asked, raising his gaze to your averted eyes.
You took your hand back. “Wine glass broke in my hand.”
Wakasa stepped into the bathroom, letting the door shut behind him. He looked around the dingy place before nodding towards the toilet. “Sit down,” he said.
You furrowed your brows. Who did he think he was? “Why?”
“Sit down,” he said again. His tone was much more pointed this time. Upon remembering who it was that you were dealing with here, you quickly obeyed.
He was still the White Leopard.
He knew it, too. His eyes followed you as you slowly lowered yourself onto the lid of the toilet seat in an almost feline fashion.
Walking towards you, he reached into his pocket. He knelt on the floor in front of the toilet. Gently, so gently, he took your hand into his.
You followed his movements anxiously.
He brought out a little packet of first-aid ointment. Tearing into it with his teeth, he squeezed some onto his finger. “You’re still bleeding,” he noted.
“Yeah, it was kind of deep.” It was nothing crazy, not by any stretch. But you’d be lying if you said you weren’t relishing in the way his hands traced your broken skin; The way he was holding you right now.
He brought your hand closer to his face. You thought it had been to inspect the wound up close. You thought wrong.
Instead, he pressed your open palm to his mouth, cleaning the mess up with his tongue.
You pressed your thighs together. Feeling a little conflicted, you wandered off in thought. That was hot, undeniably so. It was also a little disgusting. Still, the fact that he was willing to do that for you was…
The feeling of the ointment on your fresh wound made you grit your teeth together. It burned a little bit.
He didn’t look at you. Instead, rather focused, he peeled open a bandage. He took his precious time laying it over your injury, like he was scared to get it wrong.
It was a little funny, in fact. You never would have thought that someone so heavily revered for being a brutal fighter would be so gentle in other aspects of his life.
“You okay?” He asked. When he looked up, your chest felt a little tight.
“Yeah,” You sighed. Feeling your shoulders relax, you offered, “Thank you.”
It felt different between the two of you. For a moment, it felt as if you could forget about everything that had happened. It didn’t matter that you were having an affair with him, or that he was a criminal. Right now, it felt like the only thing that mattered was the way he was looking up at you right now – eyes wide and genuine while his thumb drew circles over your wrist. It felt almost… normal.
You shook your head.
Wakasa moved to stand up again.
The words had begun to bubble on your tongue. Maybe it was the liquor, but at the time it seemed imperative to let him know. “We should probably talk.”
He blinked dumbly at you. Finally, he began to smile – you tried to suppress the warmth it brought to your cheeks. “I thought you said you didn’t have anything to say to me?”
You did say that.
Still, you tried to move past that. “You were talking about me earlier, weren’t you?” You remarked bluntly.
“I think this one might be different,” he mused after a brief pause. Setting the glass down on his thigh, he brought his gaze up from the floor and looked at you. His gaze was intense, burning hot, and for a moment, you could have sworn you saw his pretty eyes darken. “Haven’t been able to get her out of my head.”
You wondered briefly if he knew what you were talking about. You couldn’t forget it.
Wakasa seemed to be lost in thought for a moment, training his lavender gaze on the shitty ceiling light fixture. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, backing up against the wall in front of you and resting his head against it. With his adam’s apple exposed, you could see the way his chest rose and fell as he took a much-needed breath.
“Yeah,” He said after a lengthy silence. “I was.”
You knew the answer to your question before you had even asked it, yet his answer still managed to catch you off guard. The silence that followed was enough time for your mind to begin wandering into dangerous territory.
There was another long pause. You licked your lips.
“I don’t…” You trailed off. Shit, this was a difficult conversation to have. It didn’t help that you were tipsy. “We shouldn’t be together right now. That was a one-time thing.”
It was more a reminder to yourself than anyone else.
“You can’t seriously still be torn up over Takeomi, can you? We know he must not have meant that much to you if you cheated,” He muttered. It was at this point in the conversation that the energy in the room changed; the air grew denser. He turned his attention to where you were seated anxiously on the toilet. “So what is it that’s actually on your mind?”
“I’m not a cheater, Wakasa. This– ” Here, you gestured to the space between the two of you. “Can never happen again.”
Wakasa pushed himself off of the wall. Sauntering towards the toilet, he popped into a squat in front of you. It became very hard to keep your composure – all of a sudden – when those pretty eyes of his were staring up at you from below rather than from across the room. He was breathtaking from up this close, even under the mediocre bathroom lighting.
“That’s not what I asked, princess,” he mused.
You felt the rapid beating of your heart become even faster. It felt as if he were reaching into your spirit through your eyes and picking apart your resolve piece by piece – until nothing was left, until the only name on your mind was his.
You swallowed the thick lump in your throat. “I already told you I’ve made up my mind.”
Wakasa’s unwavering gaze challenged your stance on the matter. You briefly contemplated abandoning your morals altogether and drinking the poison cocktail that his presence offered. “I think you’re full of shit,” he crooned like he knew that much was true.
He was probably right.
“I think…” He began. The way the corner of his lip curled into a devilish little smirk had you wishing you knew how to throw a punch. “I’ve been running around that pretty little head of yours as much as you’ve been on mine.”
“You don’t know the first thing about me,” You replied before he even had time to finish his sentence. Face beginning to feel a little bit hot, you knew now would probably be a good time to stop talking. But, as per usual, you couldn’t stop the word vomit. “Don’t tell me what to think.”
“I’m not telling you anything,” Wakasa offered in response. It was no use. You knew, deep down, that he was right. “But don’t think I didn’t catch you staring tonight.”
Shit.
Pointlessly, you began sputtering, face burning hot and red. “Staring? Please humble yourself.”
Wakasa grinned. “Yeah?”
He moved closer to you. The distance between the two of you closed infinitesimally, and this time you let it. His fingers found the bottom of your chin to lift your line of sight to him and him alone. “I know because I’ve been looking at you all night – thinking about how good you look.”
You had been stunned into silence. You opened your mouth – as if to say something – but quickly shut it.
He had you right in the palm of his hand.
“I meant it when I said you were different,” He added.
When his thumb slid up your chin and paused over your bottom lip, you made no effort to move away. Instead, the shuddering breath that released itself from being in such close proximity to him made your real feelings about him painstakingly obvious.
He had you cornered.
“I don’t know what was in that pussy of yours,” He breathed. You felt the warmth of his words fan over the lower half of your face, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. “Ever since I got a taste I’ve been craving more. It’s been driving me fucking crazy.”
You bit your lip.
“But you keep playing hard to get,” He looked up at you, meeting your gaze with a newfound passion. “What are you running from?”
The feeling of his thumb rubbing slow, gentle circles over your lip was enough to have you melting into his touch. He made you weak, so weak. You knew that. Perhaps that was the reason why you’d been running away all this time.
You didn’t know anything anymore.
“I…” you trailed off. “I don’t know what I feel for you… that scares me.”
“I think the best thing for the both of us would be to just–” You sighed. “I don’t know, just forget the whole thing happened.”
Wakasa’s thumb tugged on your bottom lip. “I can’t,” he muttered. “I don’t think either of us can.”
"Waka, I—" your voice trembled. You wanted him – you couldn’t deny it. Your resolve had all but vanished. At this moment in time, you wanted nothing more than to have his lips on yours again. You wished you knew why. "We shouldn’t be doing this."
You averted your eyes.
“Look at me, pretty baby,” He hummed. He was watching you so closely, so intently that you could practically feel him burning a hole into the side of your head.
But you couldn’t. You knew that if you looked at him – looked into those downturned, lilac eyes and those pretty lashes of his, you wouldn’t be able to resist him.
You felt yourself begin to give. This was all too much. “This can’t happen again.”
You couldn’t do this again, yet you allowed him to turn your head again and bring your face closer to his.
“I think it can,” Wakasa countered. The intensity of his gaze made you squirm. You tried to squeeze your eyes shut – anything to keep yourself from following the promise of paradise behind his eyes – but you couldn’t help yourself from looking at him. He tilted his head towards the tiled wall to your left. “I think it can happen right there… up against that wall.”
“We shouldn’t…” You choked out. And, really, it was your final cry for help.
You hadn’t realized your hands had placed themselves on his shoulders until he threw your arms around his neck. The next words out of his sinful little mouth had you squeezing your thighs together. “Then stop me.”
Stop him.
Stop him.
You didn’t want to.
You couldn’t do this to Takeomi. Not again. Not after you’d spent the last week running away from him.
“If you really don’t want this…” He swallowed, licking his lips. You didn’t realize he had gotten so close to you.
His words played on repeat in the back of your head.
What are you running from?
You felt Wakasa move his hands over your waist. You could feel his breath against your lips. His eyes pleaded with you for some form of closure. “Stop me or I won’t be able to stop myself.”
He was right. Everything he had said tonight was absolutely, undeniably right to the fullest extent, and that drove you crazy. You’d been hiding from your feelings for years now.
All it took was one more look at his hungry eyes, one more look at his poisonous lips, and you knew your heart had long since decided. It was him that you wanted. It had been him this whole time.
So instead of glorifying him with a response, you looped your fingers beneath the collar of his dress shirt, yanking him towards you. As your lips met his, you felt all of the air leave your lungs in a blissful haze.
synopsis: the one where you have the hots for your dealer, and Wakasa is always eager to please a customer. (don't let your boyfriend stop you from finding your husband.)
pairings: wakasa imaushi x f!reader, light takeomi x reader
content warning: smut, porn with some plot, car sex, cheating, oral sex, sneaky link, sexual tension, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, sex while high, consensual drug use, mentions of abuse.
word count: 1.4k
authors note: LOTS OF SMUT!! cw lol very detailed very sexy sex
part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven
THREE: TAKE IT
"OH MY GOD," You giggled, swatting at the air between the two of you. “There’s no way you seriously believe that.”
Somewhere over the course of the last… however long it had been, the two of you moved to the back of the car, where your bodies were tilted towards one another, his arm strewn over the back of your seat while your legs were tossed over his. You hadn’t smoked in a while, just letting the effects of the weed roll over you in warm, wonderful waves. It was Waka who took the next hit
Waka blew smoke off to the side. “Cry about it,” he retorted. “My turn. What constellation is that? Up there?”
You followed his gaze. Honestly, you were having a bit of trouble seeing the stars right now. Everything felt different. Your skin was buzzing, your face was a little hot, and your head felt light. Still, you took the joint to your lips and took another hit. “Leo.”
Silence.
“Wrong,” He sighed, gently taking it back. “Big dipper. Your turn.”
“Hmm…” you began to rack your brain for the next question you would ask. While your brain put itself into overdrive, your eyes wandered over to the gentle grip Waka had on the joint the two of you were sharing. How he let it hang loose from his lips. “Is Waka your real name?”
He sucked in through a small grin. He held for a second or two but made no effort to blow the smoke out, letting it pour from his lips like honey while he uttered the words; “Wakasa. Imaushi Wakasa.”
“Ima… uushi…” You sounded it out. You couldn’t explain it, but it felt like you were listening to someone else talking and pioneering your body. Leaning towards the dastardly handsome man, you let a fit of giggles overcome you. “Imaushi.”
His pretty lips curled into another smirk and, fuck, if you hadn’t been melting into your seat for the past half hour already, you sure as hell were now. Your head dropped down a little on its own, touching dangerously close to his shoulder, but quickly picked itself back up.
“Sounds prettier when you say it,” Wakasa had remarked.
He helped himself to another lengthy hit. And, shit, at this point in the evening, he could’ve hit something else, if you know what I’m saying.
Following the common pattern of the evening of letting words come from your mouth, you let another question come out. “Do you think I’m pretty, Imaushi Wakasa?”
Wakasa handed you the joint. His head was tilted down a little. His eyes – pink, hazy as he peered up at you through half-lidded eyes and pretty lashes. His tongue flitted out for a brief little moment to wet his lips. Frankly, you couldn’t blame him. Lord knew your mouth was just as dry… one could say that, with the heat pricking at the back of your neck all of a sudden, you were… thirsty. A weak grin flashed his pearly whites at you. “It’s still my turn,” He chuckled. “But, yes. I do.”
Deep down you knew you were making a fool of yourself. But it was just something about it that made you care a little less – it, of course, being everything. The ambiance, the steamy rear seat, the tension, the way Wakasa’s tired, downturned eyes – which were tinted pink now – seemed to pull you apart at the seams.
“Come sit in my lap, doll,” He teased. “You’re too far.”
Your heart squeezed almost painfully at his words. The thought of being so close to him… it nearly drove you mad. You almost couldn’t bring yourself to do it.
Almost.
Once again rather obediently, you folded your legs beneath you and crawled into the man’s lap. You let them settle around his warm waist. You had thought about being up this close more than your fair share of times but, shit, now that you were actually here you didn’t know what to do. Taking one of your hands off of his shoulder, you took the joint from Wakasa and pulled a hit from it.
Lukewarm smoke fell out of your mouth almost drunkenly. “Want what?” You traded the joint for the millionth time.
“That is the question,” His eyes flitted down to your lips – briefly – before settling on your eyes. “What do you want?”
“Is that your 19 th question?” You teased after a small pause. A grin made its way onto your face. One which Wakasa mirrored.
“It is,” He replied. Maintaining intense eye contact once again, he licked his lips, wrapping them around the small end of the joint. He used only two fingers to pinch it this time – being that it was just about as big as his fingers at that point – and his eyes drank you up.
If you looked any longer, you would close the gap between the two of you and do something you would regret. So you averted your eyes.
In a brief moment’s width, strong hands had found their way over to your chin, and your gaze had been brought right on back to his. After blowing smoke in your face, he reapproached you. “I asked you a question, pretty girl.” He reaffirmed. “What do you want?”
Still, his hands found yours to pass the joint off to you one last time.
“Would it be promiscuous of me to say you ?” You asked.
This time, you didn’t take a hit. Instead, you held it back up to his mouth, watching the sinful way his lips wrapped around it, watching him savor one last long drag while those devilish eyes of his tore your resolve to shreds. The way he was looking up at you would make a saved man succumb to the devil.
He brought your face closer to his. His thumb moved over the sensitive skin of your lower lip, pulling it down like he was asking for entrance. You let your mouth fall open ever so slightly, and he inched even closer to you. This time, when the smoke came, he blew it slowly into your mouth. Lips ghosting over him, you let it happen.
But he never moved back.
“Not if the feeling’s mutual,” He murmured, so close now that you could feel the warmth of his breath tickling your nose. “You want me, baby?”
You didn’t dare to move. The answer left your mouth before you could even think twice about it, though it was not much louder than a whisper. “Yes…”
And that was all it took. Before you knew it, his arm had made its way around your lower back while he leaned forward to snuff the joint out – without looking, somehow, like he’d done this before – and his lips were on yours like a man who’d been starving for food.
You pressed into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and feeling him bring you even closer. This was moving fast, and you weren’t sure you hated it. Still, his tongue slid across your wet lips and you knew better than to deny him entrance. Deepening the kiss, you tangled your fingers in his buttery golden locks.
It continued for a few more minutes this way, with him deepenening the kiss and your arms exploring the valleys and curves of his body through the fabric.
In one swift move, he scooped you into his hands, gripping the meat of your ass and pulling you right up against his hips. Instinctively, you rutted down against him.
Wakasa’s lips parted to release a quiet sigh. One of his hands slid over the supple fat of your thighs, moving over your trembling waist, while the other remained on your lower back, encouraging every roll of your hips against his own.
“ Jesus ,” he hummed, but didn’t press further.
His hands placed themselves on your shoulders, one reaching for the zipper to pull it down while the other nudged the warm fabric off of you. When it fell to the floor, revealing the outfit you had on underneath, Wakasa sat back to admire you, tired, hungry eyes raking themselves over your indecent form.
He raised a brow. “Lingerie?” He mused. “For me?”
You followed his gaze down to your chest. A black, lacy corset top, a lacy thong and some garter belts cupping your thighs.
“For you,” You said, ignoring the shame that threatened to gnaw at you.
"For you," Takeomi said, watching you push the gift bag to the side and lift the lacy fabric up to the ceiling to get a better look at it.
You grinned, laying the corset down on your lap. "I love it."
Wakasa’s eyes dropped down to the lace cloth on your chest. He licked his lips before getting to work, placing gentle kisses all over your clavicle and then further down to your breasts. His arm snaked around your rear side, holding your waist. His fingers pushed the strap off of your left shoulder.
Feeling him nudge the fabric aside with his nose and make way for a whole new entourage of hot, open-mouthed kisses, you began digging your nails into his shoulders, tugging at the sleeves of his tee.
He let you push him back against the seat. He let your hands shove his hoodie off of his shoulder – hell, he helped you take it off, and he held his arms above his head while you pulled the tee over and off of him. The sight you were met with made your gut churn with desire. A pair of well-defined pecs, an eight-pack, and two strong, muscular arms. He was covered in tattoos from shoulder to shoulder.
Leaving little time to sit and admire, Wakasa pressed forward again, tugging the corset down around your waist. It was cold outside – so very cold, but he didn’t let you feel the chill. He cupped your breast with a large, warm hand. He slipped the other into his mouth. You arched up into him.
He let his tongue roll over your nipple – feeling you grind your hips down into him – and then around it. You careened into his touch.
“I’ve barely even started with you,” The man said, though the sound was muffled by your skin against his teeth. His breath was hot and ragged, fanning against your skin with a purpose. In one motion, he moved his lips from your breasts to the skin above your sternum, settling them there and pressing a small kiss. “Pretty girl… so sensitive.”
His hand snaked its way down over your hips. Slim, experienced fingers slid beneath the hem of the little skirt you were wearing, tracing the lace on top of your navel down to the warm wetness that had begun to seep through it. Noticing the way your hips stuttered over his warm palm, he glanced up at you. His eyes, low with desire, foreshadowed his next words.
“You want?”
You said nothing – out of embarrassment, of course, but your body language was a dead giveaway. Waka grinned, letting a finger ghost over the print in your panties. He stayed there for a moment, rubbing in a gentle, circular motion – tantalizingly slow, enough to drive you mad – while his lips sucked gently on yours. You found yourself melting into him entirely. Desperate for some form of friction, you began to grind down on him; his hand, his lap. It could have been the weed, or maybe it was the steamy back seat of the car the two of you had just hot-boxed: either way, you felt delightfully lightheaded.
“Mmmh,” you purred.
He pulled his hand out from beneath you, putting some space between the two of you to nudge your lips open with two of his fingers. Wordlessly, you took the two digits into your mouth, running your tongue over his knuckles and sucking on them – getting them nice and wet with spit.
“Good girl,” He praised. It sent a shiver down your spine. “Didn’t even have to ask.”
With that, he pulled the wet digits out of your mouth with a quiet “pop”. He brought them back down under your skirt and, before long, you felt him nudge your lace panties to the side. The cold hit you for a brief moment, but then you felt the first finger slide over your soaked cunt, over your aching clit, and you couldn’t focus on anything else.
“ F-Fuck ,” You lurched forward, digging your nails deeper into the bare meat of his shoulders. The sensations, the feelings… It had never felt this strong before.
“So wet for me,” he remarked. He swiped some of your wetness onto his finger, using the slick of your arousal to press on your swollen clit. He teased you there again in gentle circles, going in for a few more open-mouthed kisses before dipping back down to the hole. He leaned forward to capture your lips.
And then, with no further warning, he slipped his finger in.
“ Oh-! ” You gasped. It was muffled, nothing more than a quiet cry silenced by the devilish onslaught of his lips dancing with yours like making a mess out of you was his job – and then you felt the pressure of his hand against your throat. That, combined with the feeling of his finger curling inside of you, brushing against your tender walls… you were reduced to a babbling mess in a matter of seconds.
“Take it, baby,” He nestled his head into the crook of your neck, on the other side. His words, slightly slurred, were hot against your skin. “Just like that.”
He slipped another finger in. And then, like the obedient little slut you were, you rode his pretty fingers, feeling the slow pull and drag of them against your insides. When he scissored his fingers inside, you could feel yourself being stretched open. It felt so full, so good, you couldn’t help but yearn for more.
So you began to bounce a little bit on them, just to show you were ready. The way his fingers were hooked inside of you, fuck, they kept pushing at just the right spot. It felt like he was reaching into you and undoing the shoestrings of your orgasm; slowly, with every curl nudging you a little bit closer.
Your tongue lolled out to run over your parted lips, hungry eyes drinking in the sight of him so close to you. His hair was strewn in part over your shoulder. You could see the deep muscles of his backside ripple and tense as he fucked you open with his fingers – slowly. Your nails – painted strawberry pink – made crescent indentations in his skin.
His mouth formed gentle suction over the skin of your neck, pulling at your life force with every kiss, every mark he left in his wake. You didn’t care if it left marks. You were his. In this moment, that’s all that mattered.
“How you feelin, dollface?” He spoke into your ear, nibbling just below the lobe soon thereafter.
You couldn’t muster out much more than the word “full”.
“Think you can take the rest of me?” he implored. Pulling away from your neck to watch your face contort in pleasure while he slipped a third finger in, Waka adjusted you in his lap. You could feel him pressing up against you; warm and hard and… kind of big, actually.
Your hips stuttered. Feeling your arousal dripping down his wrist, you realized how nice that sounded right now. You needed it like you needed air to breathe. You wanted to feel him deep enough inside of you that maybe – just maybe – it would fill you up the way you’d wanted to be filled all night.
“I want it, wanna ride you,” You affirmed. “Please.”
And that one word was the catalyst. Wakasa slid his three digits out of you – and you felt each and every single knuckle. Being sure not to wipe any of it off, he brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked them clean.
You watched him reach beaneath his ass, digging his spare hand into his back pocket and producing a black leather wallet. He pulled a foil square out of it; a condom – Trojan.
You gulped.
Sensing your nervousness, Waka pressed a chaste kiss to your neck. He lifted his hips off of the seat, taking you with him, and then pushed the waistband of his sweats down his toned, tatted thighs.
You followed the blonde happy trail down his abdomen, over his abs, and down past his navel. And there, neatly trimmed, in all of its glory…
“That’s big…” You marveled. Indeed, your previous suspicion had been right. Wakasa would fill you up just right.
He chuckled, biting down on the foil square and tearing into it with his teeth. “I’m flattered.”
It had to have been eight or nine inches in length – circumcised, resting just above or around his belly button. He pinched the tip of the condom, positioning it just over the tip and rolling it over the first inch of his dick. The trojan stretched to accomodate his girth.
“You ready, dollface?” He asked again, but this time it sounded more like a challenge. He brought his hands back around your ass, scooting you forward so you were hovering over his length.
Sighing with desire, you pulled the straps of your bustier top back onto your shoulders. You knew you would need all the support you could get with a dick as big as that.
You decided you wouldn’t grace him with a response, choosing instead to ease yourself down onto him. You gasped at the feeling of first contact. Letting yourself feel his tip glide through your aching cunt, you fought back a quiet moan.
Wakasa gripped the base of his dick, slapping it against your clit.
And the moan came out.
He pressed his dick against the sensitive nub, teasing you with it, left to right.
Feeling you drip on his dick was enough to make him position it right at your entrance. He was getting impatient. You could tell he couldn’t wait a moment longer.
You pushed yourself down on it, and – fuck – you were glad he’d prepped you with three fingers beforehand. Although, admittedly, that had nothing on this. The head popped through the hole first, stretching you open, and the two of you gasped in perfect synchrony.
You took in the first inch, having to pause to adjust yourself to the sudden thickness splitting you open from the inside.
Wakasa let his head back against the seat, biting his lip. His breaths, slightly ragged, began to fog up the windows. But he didn’t rush you. No, he let you take it at your own pace.
You slid down further and further, feeling yourself stretching around him like you were made for it, like taking it was your job. And then, right when you had gotten about half way down on it, you looked at his pretty face. His pretty face flushed with pink, a shade which matched that of his eyes. His head thrown back, hair beginning to stick to his forehead, sweat beading at the base of his neck.
And then you took him down to the hilt.
“Ah, shit,” He trembled, fingers digging into the meat of your ass. He was beginning to lose his composure. Fast.
You rose up a bit, and then sank back down on him. And then repeated that same process a few more times – albeit slowly – just to get used to the feeling of him inside of you. He was deep, so deep that you could feel your walls fluttering around him. It felt so good to be stretched like this.
He was holding back. God, you could feel him holding back, and it made you angry. You wanted nothing more than for him to wreck you right here in the back of this car right now.
So you picked up the speed a bit, rising and sinking on his dick with newfound purpose. The stretch burned – made your eyes water. But, fuck, it hurt so good. You shut your eyes.
“Look at me,” He said. When you came to, he was already looking at you. Eyes half-lidded and desperate, tongue running across his lower lip. “Lemme see that pretty face, baby.”
Those words alone were enough to make you vocalize your desire for him. Still too shy to ask him for more, you bounced obediently on his cock. Up and down, up and down – until you were panting like a bitch in heat. “M..fuck.”
Wakasa’s hips twitched beneath you, hands tensing on your backside. Then, slowly, he began to meet your thrusts – lifting himself up to meet you halfway.
And somehow, if it were even possible, he slid in deeper.
“Oh, fuck… ” You cried.
He sighed happily, thrusting up a little harder. “You like that?”
"Please," You repeated. “Harder.”
Wakasa’s lip twitched. "As you wish, princess."
Then, with no further warning, he gripped your hips roughly and slid into you at full force. You gasped, reaching for his shoulders. The car lurched, and you felt yourself move with it. Every quick drag of his dick against your walls had your body squeezing him for dear life.
Wakasa groaned, slowing his thrusts for a minute to a much slower pace. Feeling your cunt clenching around him, he nearly doubled over from the sudden pleasure. “Fuck,” he gasped. “Fuck, that’s good.”
The man bit his lip, pulling all the way out again before slamming back in. He repeated this action a few more times, clearly relishing in the way you squirmed and gasped. Or maybe it was the way you looked all fucked out like this, bouncing on his dick like some desperate whore.
You threw your head back. Wakasa gasped, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, but the sound made you clench around him.
You drew your eyebrows in, letting Wakasa do the work, letting the pleasure consume you. You felt so full. "Waka, fuck," you moaned.
Then he was picking up the pace and you felt your body slide against the back of the driver’s seat; up and down, up and down. The windows were covered with fog. Yet, still, he was holding back, you could feel it.
" Harder! ”
"Shit, baby," Wakasa stammered. He sought out your lips with a newfound urgency, snapping his hips up against your ass almost mercilessly. His quiet grunts and gasps turned into moans against your sore lips. Louder and louder.
You were worried about the noises coming out of your mouth– you sounded like you were being murdered in the back seat.
Then, like some sort of miracle, you felt him hit that spot inside of you -- the one that made your toes curl. As your eyes widened, a desperate moan was torn from your lungs.
There it was.
"Right there, princess?" Wakasa mused. He grinned, of course, as he already knew full and well that he’d just found your sweet spot. So he didn’t move. He kept his hips in the same spot, moving at the same pace, the same angle, while letting his fingers explore your chest – and then further up, applying pressure to the sides of your neck.
And with every thrust, the knot in your stomach began to grow. You were – for lack of better words – in another realm. You felt yourself get lost in the sensation. Your surroundings dissipated. At that moment, all you saw was his angelic face above you, eyebrows scrunched together, sweat rolling down his tattooed chest, lips parted to make way for those sinful, wonderful noises of his. Every time he moved, his muscles tensed and rippled beneath his skin.
He was so hot, fuck, it made you crazy.
That combined with the way his hand gripped your throat – using his thumb to cut off your blood supply for seconds at a time before loosening his grip, letting you gasp for air as the blood came rushing back — you felt lightheaded.
His hips stuttered, and he brought himself closer to you again. Your chest chafed against his, legs braced on the seat behind him. The angle you were going at now allowed him so slide in even deeper until he was entirely sheathed in your warmth.
"You’re taking me so well,” He grunted against your neck. His teeth nipped at the sensitive skin. “So good.”
He reached for your throat again, and you felt your eyes roll back. You felt lightheaded, dizzy, and the weed was starting to make the sensations even stronger. It was almost too much to bare. You were getting close.
Sparing him another glance, you quickly realized how much you wished you hadn’t done that. Those lust-filled lilac eyes of his were burning with a desire so intense you felt yourself grow even more sensitive.
There was a train coming, one that was about to hit you at full speed. Each hit to your g-spot released more of those chemicals that – combined with the drugs in your system – had your head spinning.
"You’re twitching, baby," Wakasa purred, buttery-smooth, and the sound of it almost made you cum right then and there. “You close?”
Blissfully, you let the pleasure take over you. “ Mhm .”
The sensation of being filled to the brim was driving you up the wall. But still, you held out, knowing that tomorrow this would be nothing more than a memory in your mind – if that..
"Me too," He gritted out, persisting and chasing after the promise of paradise.
You hadn’t even noticed, but his thumb had begun rubbing circles on your clit – it had been doing that for a while now.
The sound of skin slapping skin grew louder. You could feel the car bouncing and rocking to the rhythm of your bodies dancing in perfect tandem with one another. You never wanted it to end. Never.
And then Wakasa, the devilish bastard he was, leaned in real close to you, right up to your ear. “You wanna cum?”
You were in no state to reply. So, instead, you brought him in for another hot, bruising kiss. You were clawing enough at his back now to leave marks that would last for days.
“Cum for me,” he murmured against your lips. “Cum all over me, pretty baby.”
And that was exactly what you did. With a cry of his name and a final gasp of air, you felt the knot in your core snap. Orgasmic bliss ripped through you, pulsing in strong, quick waves. You threw your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Your thighs trembled, hips jolting as you rode it out – pretty pussy twitching and spasming around his cock.
"Good girl," Wakasa groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. He was close, you could tell by the way his hips began to buck like a horse gone mad.
And then you squeezed around him one more time – and that was all it took. Wakasa rolled his hips up into you, twitching, whimpering. Feeling your walls milk him dry. He drove as deep into you as the space would allow – holding you there while he came so hard his legs trembled with the sheer force of it. A string of sinful, beautiful moans fell from his lips like notes in a measure.
“Fuck,” he panted, letting his head rest atop your chest once the orgasm had subsided. His hair was entirely plastered to his face and neck with sweat.
You fell against his bare chest, trying desperately to catch your breath.
Wakasa cradled your head to his chest, pressing a chaste kiss atop your messy hair.
You tried your best not to think too hard about it. You knew that if you did, your feelings for him would only worsen. So, instead, the two of you sat there in comfortable silence, basking in the warm aftereffects of your coital bliss. Similarly, you tried your best not to think too hard about the nine-inch dick that was still inside of you, gradually beginning to soften.
As if had read your mind, Wakasa gripped you by your hips and then pulled you off of his cock. It slid out slowly, almost painfully, yet you felt a pleasurable shiver course through your veins as it slid past your abused g-spot and popped out.
He was definitely the biggest you’d taken thus far. Not like there had been many before, of course, but that didn’t stop you from feeling some perverted sense of accomplishment over the matter as the man pulled the condom off of himself and tied it off, and then laid you back down on his chest just as gently as he had removed you.
Conveniently enough, there was a plastic bag nestled in the crevice between the seat and the door – one that Wakasa had kept his grinder in, one that had fallen during… well, anyway, you had a plastic bag. Wakasa reached for it with his spare hand and tossed the used condom in. Then he set it aside and began kissing up your neck again.
“You were great,” he remarked. “How are you feeling?”
There was a gentle buzz beneath your skin, a slight tingle to your fingertips that could either have been attributed to the copious amounts of marijuana you had ingested tonight or to the orgasm that had hit you with the force of a freight train. Either way, you were far too fucked out to reply.
“Mmmgud,” You murmured. He went to remove his hand from the back of your head, but you held it there. Your morals had been in shreds up to that point already, but you were fighting to keep them intact. “Good.”
And then your stomach growled. And you wished the wind would pick up and suck you out the window. You should have known better than to skip dinner again.
Wakasa chuckled, pushing your head closer to kiss you – softly, this time, with just the right amount of tongue to have you fiending for more. “You hungry?” he teased.
“A ‘lil,” you whined. At least you could still play it off, right?
“You wanna come back to mine?” He asked. His forehead pressed against your own, his eyes glimmering with a slight hint of mischief. Above all else, though, they held promises of safety.“I can make us some dinner. I don’t want you walking home high at night, not in this neighborhood.”
“What a gentleman,” you mused. Sarcastically, of course, but not really.
“I can be whatever you want me to be tonight, dollface.” Wakasa grinned ear to ear, pressing another kiss to your sore lips. “Just say the word.”
To hell with my morals, you decided.
Homemade food and a few more rounds didn’t sound too bad.
★ synopsis: the one where you have the hots for your dealer, and Wakasa is always eager to please a customer. (don't let your bf stop you from finding ur hubby)
★ content warning: smut, angst, lotta porn w a lotta plot, car sex, dealer wakasa, cheating, oral sex, sneaky link, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, sex while high, consensual drug use, mentions of abuse, unprotected sex, so much more..., PUSSYDRUNK WAKASA, unprotected sex, slight angst (but it has nothin on what's coming lol).
★ a/n: SORRY FOR THE LONG DELAY HEHE!! this chapter was originally one big one, but then I split it into wo, and then I just put it back into one big old chapter bc why not yall deserve it -- HAPPY 4/20!!!!! next chapter prob gonna be coming in the next few days bc its already basically done lol. THANK U ALL 4 UR SUPPORT!!! ITS A LONG ONE, ENJOY <;33 ;) (YOU KNOW THE DRILL. COMMENT UR THOUGHTS/WISHES!!)
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THIS WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN. For the sake of your own emotional well-being, you had sworn off intimacy – not including sex, of course – with Wakasa until further notice. Non-sexual intimacy was dangerous territory for a hopeless romantic, and you knew that. This little hot fling the two of you had would turn serious real quick. The two of you were supposed to be drinking tea together – well, actually, you had sent Waka off to take a shower. Alone. Yet, somewhere along the way, one thing had led to another, and the next thing you knew your clothes had disappeared and the two of you were pressed against one another beneath the hot water. He had been placing a series of wet, open-mouthed kisses on your damp skin, bringing his arms around your bare waist.
So much for the whole no-intimacy thing.
Wakasa kissed your lips. He pulled back, licking his own, then he reached for one of the bottles on the shelf next to the two of you. Double-checking that it was shampoo, he poured some into his palm. He gave it a quick lather before smearing it over your hair. His hands – skilled, strong – worked the shampoo into your scalp, massaging your skin in a way that had your eyes fluttering shut.
He reached behind your ears. “Tilt your head back, baby,” He told you.
For some reason, you obliged, letting him tilt your head back beneath the waterfall. His fingers scrubbed the tender skin of your temple. The warm water washed away the shampoo residue in your hair and on your scalp.
His touch was so gentle, like he was afraid to hurt you.
How did we get here? You wondered.
“The bathroom is gonna be the first door on the right,” you sighed, dropping a stack of neatly folded clothes and towels into his hand. “Holler if you need anything.”
Wakasa pursed his lips. He set the towels down on the table, keeping his eyes trained on you. He made no sudden move to go to the bathroom. Instead, he brushed your hair out of your face with a gentle hand.
“Might I request you join me, princess?” He hummed.
You felt your face burn.
Wakasa kissed your forehead, squeezing the rest of the shampoo out of your hair.
You took the bottle from him, offering, “Can I wash your hair?”
His eyes widened. For a moment, you noted, he looked to have been caught off guard. Still, he reached for the ponytail in his hair and tugged it out, letting his pretty golden locks fall over his face and his broad shoulders. The purple hues patterning his hair darkened beneath the weight of the water almost immediately.
He looked so beautiful like this. His pretty, girlish face was slightly damp, tinted pink as tiny beads of water rolled off of his lashes. As he let his hair get wet, running his hands through it, he looked so serene – then promptly flipped his hair back. This was the first time, you realized, that you had seen his whole face. Better yet, the first time you’d seen his whole body. He was perfect, chiseled like he had been sculpted out of marble. His tattoos glistened beneath the steady stream of water. You watched the droplets roll down between his pecs, down his toned abdomen, and further down unto –
“You just g’nna stare or do you wanna help me?” He asked, snapping you out of your daze. He had this all-knowing, shit-eating grin plastered right over the lower half of his face.
You rolled your eyes, dripping a generous amount of your expensive shampoo into your palm and then promptly slapping it onto his head. His hands slid around your waist, head tilted back while you massaged the shampoo into his hair.
He sighed, letting his eyes close.
You felt your chest warm at the slight movement. He trusts me.
One of the most feared men in the entirety of Tokyo was in the shower with you, breathing slowly like he’d waited his whole life to feel so calm, so intimate. One of the most feared men in Tokyo was letting you put your girly-smelling shampoo in his hair.
He had put his trust in your hands. For a minute, you were scared you would drop it.
You turned the two of you around, bracing your hand on his chest while the water washed the shampoo away. He moved his hands from your waist to scrub the remainder out, strong arms rippling and dripping with water as they reached behind his head.
He was mesmerizing.
Subconsciously, you found yourself wandering closer to him, closer to the valley of flesh left exposed after he threw his head back. Your lips, more specifically, found their way to his neck, licking and sucking the skin. Wakasa’s teeth flashed when your teeth slipped over the mark you were trying to give him, though he didn’t flinch or even open his eyes. When you elected to run your flattened tongue over the junction between his neck and his collarbone, applying some light suction there, he leaned into you. For the first time, you could taste him, down to the slight saltiness of his skin. It was intoxicating.
You wanted more.
“ Mmm,” he hummed. “I’m s’pose to be the one spoilin’ you tonight, doll.”
You pulled your lips from his skin, but you didn’t go very far, keeping your nose pressed to his skin as you inhaled sharply. You could still smell his cologne – albeit very faintly. In a moment, he wouldn’t smell like him . He would smell like you, like your strawberry-scented bath soap.
“Don’t see why we can’t do both,” You murmured into his skin. Reaching behind him, you pawed around until you felt the shower gel bottle brush against your hand. You tugged it off the rack, then moved away from him.
Wakasa watched with soft, downturned eyes as you put some into the palm of your hand. You gave it a quick lather before placing your hands on his shoulders, then you set off on your mission to coat his entire chest in the pink, strawberry-scented foam.
He turned his nose up at the smell.
“You don’t like?” You hummed. Honestly, it didn’t matter what his answer was. This was the only soap you had. You were going to get him nice and clean, even if it meant he smelled like strawberry shortcake afterward.
“Nah, it’s cute,” He replied. Still, he looked away from your focused face. After a brief silence, he offered. “Would you believe me if I told ‘ya no one’s ever done this for me?”
You knitted your brows together. “You’ve never showered with anyone?”
Wakasa chuckled, licking his lips. “‘Course I have,” he said. “You’re just the first one who's ever gotten so close.”
Despite the fact that you were currently feeling him up – washing him, you were washing him – you felt your face begin to get a little hot. “Don’t like people touching you like this?”
He shook his head. “Nah. Too intimate.”
But we’re…
You paused your scrubbing motions. “Do you want me to stop?”
There was a pause, then he explained, “Feels nice when you do it.”
His voice turned you on like crazy. You couldn’t deny that much.
So you continued lathering him up, reaching beneath his arms to spread the soap onto his back, and then back to his torso. Too intimate. He was right. This was way too intimate considering the two of you were currently walking a thin line. A very thin line.
“Kay,” You smiled. You were okay with that.
Whatever the two of you had, you didn’t want it to end.
Raking your nails over his skin gently, you followed the curves of his waist down to his hips. All of a sudden, the air shifted again. That tension from earlier was back.
So, instead of letting it drip on that way, you brought him in for a slow, passionate kiss. He leaned into you immediately, letting you lather more soap over his navel. When your hand brushed past his crotch, small finger catching on the large appendage he had between his legs, his breath caught.
You could have continued on as if nothing happened. You should have. But, for some reason, you couldn’t move your hand on its own. You brought it down over the sensitive skin again.
This time, his hand caught your wrist.
“Baby,” He spoke, voice a little deeper than before, “Don’t start something you won’t finish.”
You froze for a moment. Finally, feeling your heartbeat quicken ever so slightly, you melted into him. “Who said I wouldn’t finish it?”
He smirked at you, taking a moment to drink in your flustered appearance. Still, he let go of your hand, allowing you to continue exploring the lower half of his body at a pace that suited you.
This is okay, you thought to yourself. Then, as you felt something begin to press into your hand, you affirmed yourself once more, This is okay.
His lips moved for yours. You let him slip his venom into your mouth, lord knew you were poisoned long before you stepped into the shower with him. He pulled away, resting his forehead against yours and breathing in perfect synchrony with the rapid beating of your heart. His hungry lavender hues drank you in.
You had never felt so vulnerable in your entire life. Subconsciously, your arms folded over the front of your bare body, shielding you from his passionate gaze.
“Lemme see, princess,” He pried your hands away. When you let him brace his strong hands on your hips and back you into the corner of the shower, he sought out your lips with newfound passion. Through a mouthful of you, broken into syllables, he mumbled into your lips, “Fuckin’– breathtaking– y’know?”
You found yourself melting into him for the hundredth time.
“Wish I could paint a picture of ‘ya like this,” He breathed, words heavy with lust and… something more, it seemed. He kissed you again. “You don’t know how long I ‘been dreamin of you, sugar.”
Sugar. He was so sweet that you felt tears begin to pool at the corners of your eyes. Quickly, you brought yourself back down to earth. You had already made the mistake of stepping out. You wouldn’t ruin what you had with Wakasa over some ambiguous feelings – no, that would mean it was all for nothing.
One day, just as all good things did, your time with him would come to an end. You knew it. Flings like these rarely lasted. You knew that was most likely for the best; maybe, by some random stretch of luck, Wakasa would vanish from your life altogether, leaving it the way it had been before you had met him. Maybe, just maybe, things could go back to the way they were.
But you knew deep down that wasn’t what you wanted. You knew deep down that there would be a 5’2 gap in your heart when Wakasa decided he was done having his fun with you. He would pick up and leave one day, just as you knew he had done for so many others before you, and he would leave you with little more than the fleeting memory of his touch on your skin. Perhaps months, years, decades afterwards, you would look at your skin and – just as you did now – see his lips pressing little memoirs of his passion into your skin. Perhaps you would feel his kisses on your lips, his devilish tongue pouring empty promises and words of endearment into your parched mouth; the way his lips would curl into a smile because he knew his words made you weak.
He made you weak in the best way imaginable.
It was then that you realized that you didn’t want him to leave; not a week, month, or year from now. Even if it was all fake, you wanted to stay – wanted to stay here with him in this pretty little illusion the two of you had created together a little longer.
You opened your mouth, and the words almost left your mouth like some desperate, bubbling plea.
‘Stay with me’
The realization struck you with the force of a trainwreck; you were falling for him.
Wakasa hooked his finger beneath your chin, tilting your head up so you were looking him. You hadn’t even realized you had looked away.
“You’re so beautiful,” He smiled weakly, like the sight of you had taken his breath away. “You make it so hard to leave.”
You ached for him. “Stay the night,” you breathed.
Wakasa captured you in another dizzying kiss. It was slower this time, passionate, intimate. It had you reeling for more. You wanted all of him tonight – for all you knew, tomorrow would come and he would leave you. He would leave you to be conflicted by your lonesome, and all of this would be a foggy memory.
You wanted to paint an image of him so vivid in your memory that you would never forget it – that you would never forget about this night, about how he looked, felt… tasted.
So, without another word, you dropped to your knees. Splaying your hands out over his thighs, you craned your neck up to look at him. He peered down at you with the element of surprise playing at his features.
You wrapped your hand around his semi-hard shaft. “Wanna taste you,” You licked your lips. “Can I?”
Wakasa mirrored your action, flitting his tongue over his pink lips while he slicked some more of his violet tresses back – revealing more of that beautiful face you wished you could call your own. “Go ‘head, pretty baby,” he purred, petting his hand over your hair to brush it away from your face. “‘M all yours.”
His words – however fictitious they may have been – made your heart squeeze.
You pressed a kiss to his tip, gauging his reaction. When you saw him lazily smiling down, you took him into your mouth without any further warning.
He exhaled sharply, leaning over you to brace a hand on the shower wall. Th e muscles in his arm tensed as he tried to gain stable footing. Hungrily, you raked your eyes up his navel, the roses and ink tatted on his toned chest, his broad shoulders – you wondered if he knew you burned for him.
Sucking him back into your mouth, you hollowed your cheeks. You worked up quite a bit of spit near the back of your throat, pulling off to spit on him before practically swallowing him back up.
Wakasa sighed. He brought his spare hand town to caress the side of your face, to make you look at him while your lips were stretched around his length. He throbbed in your mouth, growing bigger as you felt him get harder.
“Fuck,” He breathed. “Y’look good with my dick in your mouth, baby.”
You felt that way. When his hand slipped behind his head to guide your head gently, bobbing you back and forth on his dick. You were struggling to fit the whole thing in your mouth, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, but you were determined. His shudders and sighs spurred you onward.
If this was going to be the last night you ever spent with him, you wanted to make it memorable.
“Takin’ it so well,” He purred, guiding your head while simultaneously allowing you to set your own pace.
You felt that fire in your core reignite, making you press your legs together while you pulled back for a moment to slurp on the tip rather unceremoniously, spit dripping down his dick. You tilted your head to the side, wrapping your hands around what you couldn’t fit into your mouth to work the rest of him. Your tongue swirled around his dick.
As you braced your hands on his hips to sink your head the rest of the way down, you met some resistance, eyes watering as you felt yourself gag on him. He pulled you back a bit. You swatted his hand away, pushing him back into your mouth with determination.
Above you, the muscles in Wakasa’s arm tensed. With a blissful sigh, he leaned his head back. The water ran over his hair and down his face, sticking his lashes together in bunches. He was so fucking pretty, it made your heart skip a beat.
His chest rose and fell steadily, water droplets streaming down his body. It made for the perfect lubricant. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, which parted soon after to release a trembling sigh of your name.
Then his hand fisted itself in your hair, and you felt yourself mewl. Just when you went back for more of him, he tugged you off. His dick sprang free with an uncharacteristically funny pop. A glance to your left made you realize that the clear glass of the shower door had fogged up.
You knitted your brows, peering up at Wakasa through lust-ridden eyes. “W’happened?” You asked, still a little breathless. “Was it bad?”
“No, shit, you were doing great,” Wakasa shook his head. Judging by the way his thigh trembled beneath your grasp, he wasn’t lying to save your ego. He reached for your shoulders, tugging you up onto your feet. He pressed you further into the wall. He sealed his lips together with yours, bringing his hands around the small of your back. “Wanna feel you,” He sighed into your mouth. “Made me miss your pretty pussy.”
You chuckled, though you felt the river between your legs trickle down your thigh at his words. You wouldn’t have been surprised if Wakasa revealed that he was some sort of incubus all along. “You just had it an hour ago, baby.”
Baby. You froze. The nickname had slipped out.
He knew it. With a small grin resting on his lips, he pressed your noses together. “I know,” he panted. “Think ‘m addicted.”
“Yeah?” You played dumb. Easing into his touch, you allowed his hand to slip between your bodies. “How’d that happen?”
“Been cravin ‘ya like an addict since I first met ‘ya. Got me actin’ a fool, ‘s like an itch,” He hummed. His fingers squished the chub of your stomach, and then traveled down further – towards that ache between your legs. He kissed you again, for the hundredth time. “Only ‘that pussy can scratch.”
You let him bury his face in your neck, placing hot kisses on your sensitive flesh. Tangling your fingers in his bi-colored locks, you sighed. “What a shame. How should we go about resolving this problem?”
And then, as he roughly gripped your hips and then promptly turned you around – pressing your face into the wet wall – you gasped.
“Depends,” He continued, like nothing had changed. His voice was deep, vibrating between your own ribs. Slowly, carefully, he pressed into your backside – a reminder of his desires sitting hard and warm against the meat of your ass. “You g’nna deny a poor addict his fix?”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” You arched into him. With a smile, you continued playing along with him. “Someone’s got’ta satisfy those cravings.”
He nudged your legs open with his foot. You let him.
“You’re playin’ with fire, baby,” He purred, words playing at the soft spot you had for him. “You wouldn’t mind me keepin ‘ya up all night, would ‘ya?”
All night . You would handle everything that came with being his, even if that meant losing some sleep in the process. Well, that, and your ability to walk.
“Bring it on,” was your answer. “I can take it.”
“Yeah? Think you can handle me, pretty girl?” His hand reached around your torso to cup your breasts, shielding your sensitive nipples from the ice cold wall of the shower. The comfort was only brief, however, as he began kneading the flesh with his strong, warm hands. “Now’s the time for any objections.”
It was hard to focus on him when his tip had already coaxed itself in between your folds. You shuddered, pressing back into him.
Turning your head around, you brought your foreheads together. The way his lips gravitated towards you was remarkable. You locked lips again, wordlessly sealing your fate – parting only to mutter your final request. “Pull out, okay?”
He groaned at your words, pulling you back until your ass was flush with his hips. His grip, unrelenting, would surely leave bruises tomorrow. You didn’t care.
“Tap me if it hurts, princess,” He crooned, warm breath sending chills down your bare spine. Then, without so much as a warning, he lined his tip up with your aching hole and pressed his hips forward. Despite the burning stretch, it felt so good to be filled by him. It was as if your body had been made for it.
★
“ Waka , please, I– ” You pleaded with the man. Your hand had found its way down to his head, gripping his damp, disheveled locks like your life depended on it. In a matter of seconds, he had single-handedly reduced you to a babbling mess. “ Mnnnh -”
He groaned into your flesh. With your thighs pressed against both sides of his head, he made for a pretty sight. His hair was tied into a bun, though you had ruined most of it with your ruthless rutting. He did nothing to stop you as you clamped your legs over his ears, shamelessly riding his face.
Prying your legs away from his face, Wakasa gasped for air. His face was flushed a pretty shade of red. His eyes were wild, lustful as your juices dripped off the sides of his face. “Taste better than I dreamed of,” he panted.
You lifted your hips away from his face in an attempt to make it easier for him to breathe. Your efforts were in vain. He gripped your hips harshly, seating you on his face and then continuing to eat you up like a man starved.
You found it difficult to pry your eyes away from him. He looked so happy to be trapped between your thighs like this, like he had been waiting ages for it. The way he sucked and slurped expertly at your dripping cunt had your legs trembling around him.
“Sit,” he mumbled through a mouthful of your clit.
“Don’t wann’... ngh,” You leaned forward, bracing your hands over the bed frame while he dragged your hips back and forth, back and forth over his face until the friction was almost too much to bear. He had been eating you out for the last two hours straight, stopping only very briefly between orgasms. “G’nna crush you.”
“Sit,” he affirmed. You were in no state to disobey. “Ride my face.”
You reached one hand down again and tugged on his hair. To your shock, he liked it. You felt the vibration of his deep, guttural groan against the mess he had made between your legs.
“Ka… Kasa , please–” You managed to get out through a string of broken moans.
He moaned, pushing your hips up against his nose. He never stopped his incessant licking and sucking, tongue working you up to what would be your fourth orgasm of the night. Your pussy was sensitive, so sensitive, yet he wasn’t going any easier on you. At this rate, you were convinced you would have to beg for mercy.
“Can’t…” You panted. You weren’t sure you could finish another time. You were sore and tired, and you were beyond overstimulated.
“C’mon, princess,” he paused his desperate licking to beg. “Just one more.”
You licked your lips, feeling tears begin to well at the corners of your eyes again. It was all so much… too much. “I can’t,” you gasped.
“You can do it, baby,” He purred. Sucking harshly on your clit – and then making up for it with a few gentle licks – he added. “Jus’ one more for me, ‘kay?”
On cue, he slid his hands up to your waist, flipping the two of you over until it was him pinning you down at the foot of your bed. The towel he had laid out beneath the two of you was drenched. You weren’t sure if you could take any more.
“Waka, I don’t–” You began, abruptly cutting your own sentence off with a gasp as he took two digits and plunged them into your hole. “ Fuck .”
Wakasa’s long fingers immediately found your sweet spot, rubbing a slow, steady circle to ease you into the sudden intrusion before he began curling them upward. You saw stars.
You raised your head off the bed, trying to rest your weight on your trembling elbows so you could get a good look at him. You would never forget the sight of him on his knees like that, hungry eyes devouring your sweaty body while he worked you open like some sort of expert. His lips were red, shaped in an ‘o’ as he struggled to catch his breath. His hair – despite having been ruined by your legs – framed his pretty face the same way it usually did. His face was dusted with a gentle, rosy hue again.
You were embarrassed, oddly enough, and dropped your head down to cover your face with your hands. He couldn’t be real. There was no way this was real. It was too good to be true. “‘ Kasa, ple-ease ,” you stammered. It was getting hard to form coherent sentences when he was in your guts like this.
He curved his fingers up into your cunt, marveling at the way you gripped him.
Somehow, despite the odds, the coil in your gut was drawing tighter and tighter. He was reaching deep inside of you and undoing you from the inside out like the lace strands of a tightly wound corset. You wanted more. No, fuck, you needed more. But in all honesty, you weren’t sure you could take any more. The brutal pace of his long, dextrous fingers was making your mind go blissfully blank, slurred words and broken moans pouring out of your mouth a mile a minute as you struggled to hold on.
Then, something happened. He curved his fingers up sharply at just the right angle, thrusting his hand up and down, and – before you knew what was happening, you felt yourself squirting all over his arm.
“‘ Kasa -aah– ,” You whimpered as if that name were the only thing anchoring you down to the present. You chanted it like it was a mantra. Ignoring your cries, he moaned at the display, giving you only a few seconds to recover before he was doing the same thing again. “‘Kasa, ‘Kasa, ‘Kasa – fuck !”
“I know, baby, I know,” He reassured you. He began kissing his way back down your thighs. Somehow, his hand found yours, a firm grasp comforting you while tears poured from your eyes. “Y’er doin’ so good. Think ‘ya can do one more for me?”
Him. Do it for him.
It felt so fucking good – but it was so much. You didn’t know how to vocalize your feelings.
He reached over you, onto the nightstand, and then produced your phone. “Gonna give you something to watch when I go home,” He mumbled.
You saw the flash go on, and then he continued fingerfucking you.
“Say hi to the camera, baby,” He crooned. Pressing a kiss to the outside of your thigh, he added, “Taking it so well.”
You hid your face. “Waka,” You whined.
He tilted his head, grinning at you.
In a brief moment’s width, his lips joined his fingers, tongue licking quick stripes over your abused clit while he pressed on that spot that made your vision go white.
“ Waka, wait,” You gasped. “Feel like ‘m g’nna pee.”
“Just relax, baby,” he mumbled into your dripping wet cunt. His lips departed from your flesh briefly, but only to roughly scoot your ass closer to his face. Then, completely disregarding your concerns, he quickened the pace of his fingers. His hair was tangled in your fist while the rest hung in strings over his face – for a moment, you didn’t even care that he was recording anymore. “‘M g’nna take care of ‘ya,” He groaned, the sound muffled by your trembling thighs. “G’nna make you feel real good, promise.”
“ Mmmfuck – wait,” You gasped. Your body, however, gave a different signal. You yanked his hair and then trapped his head between your thighs with your legs. The moans – increasing in pitch – were falling out of your mouth uncontrollably now. He had taken you to the point of no return, to the point where broken pleas of his name were the only thing coming from your lips. Your legs spasmed once more before you gushed all over his wrist again, spraying him in the face this time. He eagerly licked you up. Thankfully, he had moved your phone out of the way just in time. “‘ Ka-sa! ”
“Want ‘ya to see how perfect you look with my fingers in ‘ya,” Wakasa moaned against your clit, but the sound seemed to be swallowed down every time he sucked on the sensitive bud. “Keep goin’-- doin’ so good.”
The flash disappeared behind your thighs.
He gasped as you tugged harder at his tresses in response. You could feel your guts clenching around his finger like you were trying to push him out. The sheer power this man had over you was near absurd. In a span of six hours, he had gotten you to completely abandon your morals. Not only that, but he had you rocking your hips back on his fingers like a desperate whore, chasing that sweet sweet release you so desperately craved.
“M’gh… fuck–” You pleaded, sentences reduced to mere gibberish. “‘Kasa, baby...”
He pulled away from your pussy, letting his fingers work you open, pressing deep into your g-spot. “I got you, baby,” He panted, peering up at you with such feverish hunger that it made you squirm. “Feel good?”
Desperately, you stumbled to find the right words. What came out, whatever, was a broken cry of “Mhm”.
“Why don’t you tell the camera who’s makin’ you feel good, hm?” He hummed, continuing to abuse your hole with unwarranted strength.
“ Wakasa ,” It slipped out. Truly, you had never intended to let it slip. Yet, still, when his fingers curled up against a particularly sensitive spot with all of the ease of a harpist plucking at the strings of your core, your lips spilled praise of his name. “‘Kasa, m’gn’na cum, fuck . ”
“Good kitty,” His smirk grew in size. He licked some of you off of his lips, and then hummed, “Cum for me.”
Instantaneously, somehow, his fingers pressed the right spot – just the right amount of pressure – then it snapped. The coil of your release snapped with all of the power of a freight train, your orgasm slamming into you in a way that had your back arching up off of the bed. Your hips jolted up against his fingers and his tongue, lips chanting his name like a mantra while feeling every last stroke of his long fingers against your walls. You could feel the shock tear through you in waves, tearing trembling gasps from your lungs while you expelled your juices all over his hand and the bed. “‘ Kasa,” you gasped again once the pleasure had cleared long enough for you to think. Not Takeomi, Wakasa.
It felt so good to breathe his name, to claim him – even if he wasn’t necessarily yours.
“Fuck, ” You mewled. Finally, you laid your head back. You felt fucking ruined . The drag of each of his knuckles against your hypersensitive walls as he fucked you – albeit much gentler than before, as if easing you down from your high – through the aftershocks of your orgasm was making you shake even harder.
The flash turned off. He set your phone somewhere off to the side.
He slid his fingers out of you slowly, savoring the way you clenched around them one last time before pulling out. He sucked the slick of your arousal off of his fingers.
“You’re a movie star, baby,” He teased, fixing the shorts you had lent him – Takeomi’s shorts, ironically enough – before collapsing next to you on the bed. The two of you panted, desperate to catch your breath. You were too weak to say anything as he turned your head to the side, pressing a passionate kiss to your lips. You could still taste yourself on his tongue – tangy, warm. “Did so good.”
You whimpered weakly in response. Wakasa chuckled, throwing his arm over your shaking form.
“You okay, pretty girl?” He hummed, tucking your hair away behind your ear.
You were still too weak to respond, letting your trembling legs to the talking.
“Gimme a sec,” he pushed himself off of the bed, sliding off the side and disappearing behind your bedroom door. The world seemed to spin in his absence, chest heaving slowly while you came down to earth. Everything was buzzing.
When Wakasa returned, he had a glass of water in his hand. He knelt beside you on the bed, picking your spent body up and then offering the cup to you. “Here, drink up,” he said. “Don’t pass out on me.”
You let him tilt the water into your mouth, dry lips lapping at the cold beverage like you hadn’t drank in days. You sighed. Fuck, that was refreshing.
He moved you back to the front of the bed, laying you down on the pillows while he tugged the towel out from beneath you. You were half expecting him to leave. He didn’t. Instead, he held you close to him, pulling the sheets over your body. His lips pressed kisses all over your forehead.
It was… almost too intimate. Takeomi had never done anything like this for you before. The feeling had your face burning up. There were so many thoughts swimming around in your head now that you felt almost overwhelmed by your own emotions.
“‘Kasa…” You finally said.
“Hm?” He hummed. He was so warm. The bed was barely big enough for the two of you.
“I can’t feel my legs,” You noted. “I can’t make it up to you.”
He shook his head. “Jus’ relax, doll.”
“You sure?” You asked again. “I don’t wanna give you blue balls.”
“I’ll be fine, princess,” He replied.
You whined, poking him in the side. “Stop. I wanna make it up to you.”
“Yeah?” He hummed. He paused briefly while his eyes scanned the room, and then he turned back to you. “Y’know what would really make my night, doll?”
“Wha…?” You trailed off, voice teetering on the verge of a whisper.
“You got any of that Wedding Cake left over?” He asked. “I’ve been moving into a new penthouse. Lost my stash in transit.”
You felt yourself begin to smile. A smoke did sound nice right about now. “Yeah, you’re gonna have to spark though,” You sighed, nestling into his side. “Got a pipe and a grinder in the nightstand.”
Wakasa laughed. You rested your head on his bare chest, relishing in the way it felt. For a moment, you could pretend his heart was beating for you. “That beat, huh?”
You nodded wordlessly. It was cold for a moment when he left your side, but it wasn’t long at all before he returned, this time with your glass pipe and grinder in hand. “‘There a lighter in there?” He asked.
“Mhm,” You giggled. You could stay here for hours with him sitting next to you on the bed, your head resting in his lap. Days, even. If only reality permitted such luxuries.
You tilted your head upward, watching him hold your pipe between two fingers while he popped open the grinder and placed a nug between the prongs. He ground it up, and then lightly tapped the side of the metal container. You watched carefully as he pinched some weed between his fingers and patted it down into the bowl. He repeated this process one more time until the bowl was full.
“You’re gonna have to sit up,” he chuckled, tapping the side of the red pipe. The glass curvatures sparkled beneath the dim lamp on your nightstand.
You followed his command – very weakly. He held the opening of the pipe up to your lips, instructing you to pinch the hole closed. He flicked the lighter once, twice, and then there was that familiar, faint sizzling sound as the flame finally took to the pipe.
You sucked in, breathing the smoke in and then holding it there before exhaling. Immediately, you felt calm.
“Mmm,” you hummed. You took one more hit before snuggling into his side. To your surprise, he let you. One of the most dangerous men in Japan was letting you cuddle up next to him.
His lips formed a seal over the end of the pipe, lifting his arm up to light the bowl. When it began to sizzle, he let out a few small puffs, then took one big hit. You watched him eagerly as he rested his head against your headboard, exhaling the smoke up and away from the two of you like a chimney.
His features relaxed a bit. Then he smiled and looked at you, and you felt yourself freeze up. He was so perfect, so beautiful, you wished you could remember this moment forever.
Somewhere along the way, your thumb had begun to trace the intricate linework on his tatted chest.
He sparked up for you again, letting you suck two more hits out of the pipe before fanning some of the smoke away. The exchange continued for five or ten more minutes.
“I’m supposed to see Takeomi tomorrow,” You sighed, but you never once shifted away from him.
Wakasa chuckled. “Don’t remind me about your boyfriend.”
Your hand traveled down, over his abs. You let your finger trace the lines there – he had a six-pack.
“Do you have any tattoos other than the roses?” You asked him. You realized you had never really seen his back before.
Wakasa nodded. He pointed to his left arm, the one you weren’t leaning on, and tilted it towards you. “Got a dragon here,” He traced a finger over the ink – the face of a traditional dragon grinning back at you from his arm. “And I got a leopard on my back. Wanna see?”
You nodded, releasing his arm from your grasp. He leaned to the side, revealing his toned back, and – sure enough – there was ink. Colored ink. A white leopard stood immortalized on his back, standing on a bed of roses. The sheer detail of his backpiece had your mouth agape.
Seemingly moving on its own, your hand splayed itself over the leopard on his back. When he didn’t move away from you, you continued tracing it. “Did it hurt?” you asked.
He shook his head. “Nah. Burned, though.”
“Do they have a meaning?” You asked, referring to all of his tattoos, even though you couldn’t bring your hand away from his chiseled back.
“The dragon means I’m loyal to the Black Dragons. Got roses ‘cus I’m’ma rose kinda’ guy,” He hummed. Turning his head to the side, he undid his bun. His smooth blond locks cascaded over his back. He gathered his hair to the side, draping it over one shoulder so you could continue looking at the ink on his back. “Got that one so people know who they’re talkin’ to.”
The leopard glared back at you. You paused your gentle tracing motion. “The White Leopard,” you breathed.
“Smart girl,” He chuckled, sitting back against the headboard. You watched him smoke again, exhaling through his nose this time.
He offered the pipe to you.
This whole exchange was so intimate. You had never – not in the entirety of your relationship with Takeomi – been in a situation anything like this before. The way he draped an arm over you to pull you closer to him, the way he let you wash his hair in the shower, the sny comments here and there. This all seemed too intimate.
It begged the question: was this really just a hookup?
“Waka,” You felt yourself begin to ask before you understood what you were saying. It could have been the weed. You felt like your mouth had a mind of its own. Although, it could have been that your mind was too foggy for you to think anything of it. Your lips parted to utter the forbidden question. “What is this?”
He knitted his brows. “What do you mean, doll?”
“ This ,” You gestured to the lack of space between the two of you. “What are we?”
He pressed the pipe to your lips, torching the bowl. You took a deep breath and then breathed out more smoke. It was hard to focus with his hands so close to your face. His hands that still smelled a bit like you.
“‘Dunno,” He answered honestly. “Wha’d’ya want it to be?”
What did you want this to be? You didn’t know. Part of you wanted him to leave. Part of you wanted him to stay. Part of you wanted to be his, even if you tried to suppress those urges.
“I don’t know,” Was your honest response. Really, you didn’t. “I don’t know what I want.”
“You don’t have to,” He noted. His eyes met yours. “We can fool around as long as you like. Jus’ casual fun, long as Take don’t find out.”
Casual fun. You were reminded, once again, that you were merely a placeholder. Wakasa was probably seeing other women.
You swallowed. “‘Kasa…”
“Yeah?” He hummed.
The words left your mouth on their own.
“I think ‘m falling for you.”
The room got so quiet you could hear a pin drop. You felt your own heart sink in tandem. The energy in the room shifted, it was tense, and you knew you had said the wrong thing.
“That could be a problem,” He noted.
Your stomach churned at his words. Shit. Shit.
“I don’t care,” You replied. “I just want to know how you feel – where we stand.”
Wakasa helped himself to another much-needed hit. His eyes flitted upward, towards the ceiling as he held his breath. “The real question, doll, is where you stand,” he remarked, letting the smoke pour from his mouth. “For the sake of your relationship, I don’t think ‘ya want to know how I feel ‘bout you.”
You furrowed your brows. “I do want to know.”
“Don’t matter, princess. At the end of the day, you got a boyfriend,” He said. He took one more hit, and then added, “The moment feelings get involved, shit gets messy.”
He was right. You knew he was right, and yet you couldn’t help but feel your heart squeeze almost painfully at the realization.
You figured you would try one more time, even if it meant embarrassing yourself. “If Takeomi weren’t in the picture…” You trailed off. “Would it be different?”
“Honestly, yeah. ‘M not a fan of being the side guy, especially not to Takeomi,” he said. Then, he turned to look at you. “But I do it for you.”
That comment made your head perk up, gazing back into his violet hues with wide eyes. “Why?”
“Dunno,” He sighed. His exterior dropped and, for a moment, you could see the truth in his eyes. He couldn’t tear them away from you. It was as if he was hooked on you too. “It’s stupid. I gotta be stupid… but ‘s like you’re my weakness. Can’t stay away from you.”
“This… this isn’t just casual sex, is it?” You swallowed, choosing to restate the obvious. “Do you feel it too?”
Wakasa averted his eyes, setting the pipe on the nightstand and laying his head on the pillow. “Yeah,” he finally said. “But what does it matter?”
You nestled next to him, pulling the blanket over the both of you. Wakasa, to your surprise, leaned into your touch. He seemed so vulnerable in the moment, like you made him weak. As weak as he made you. In the moment, he appeared to be the truest version of himself – a man with emotions who had dug himself a hole perhaps a little too deep.
“Casual sex is all I ‘ever known,” He added. “But you feel like home. ‘Never felt that before.”
You drew your body closer to him. It felt nice, to be so close.
“I know that makes me a moron,” He said. His eyes were trained very closely on the ceiling. “But you haven’t left my mind since the moment I first laid eyes on ‘ya. I thought it was g’nna be quick, y’know? The typical cliche of the unhappy girlfriend gettin’ her pleasure from someone else,” Here he paused, turning back to you. “I can handle that. Jus’ wasn’t expecting this.”
The tears returned to the corners of your eyes, beginning to pool as you struggled to hold your breath. You felt like one moment, one slight movement was all it took to break the bond the two of you shared. If that were the case, you would stay by his side as long as you could.
“I know he treats you like shit. I ‘seen the way he talks to you, and, just–” He trailed off. The way his hair fell into his face as he snuggled his head into the pillow was almost hypnotic. “I could treat you better. So much better, ‘know I could. I’ve never felt that for anyone before.”
He breathed in slow and then exhaled.
He could very well have been lying. Chances are, he’d probably said something similar to the last girl. And the one before that. And the one before that. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care. However superficial, you drank up his words like you were thirsty and his lips were a fountain. You hadn’t even realized you were tearing up until you felt a teardrop roll down your cheek.
Why did life have to be so unfair?
Amidst the tranquil beauty of a dimly lit bedroom, the two of you laid side by side, locked in a silent embrace. You were undeniably confused, torn between your six-year relationship with a powerful kingpin and your undeniable affection for your forbidden lover.
Wakasa was enigmatic and alluring, with a mysterious air that drew you towards him like a moth to a flame. He was everything Takeomi wasn't – spontaneous, daring, and adventurous. You were captivated by his charisma and found yourself falling deeper into his spell.
Wakasa’s dark eyes gazed into yours, filled with longing. “I wanna make you mine,” he murmured. “So bad. Can’t help myself when ‘m with you.”
Your heart clenched. You knew you were betraying your boyfriend, but your feelings for Wakasa were too strong to ignore. "I want to be yours," she confessed, her voice wavering. “But ‘m scared.”
Wakasa’s thumb caressed your cheek, and you leaned into his touch, feeling torn between two worlds. "I know," he said softly. "It would be unfair for me to take this any further than we are right now. Don’t wanna do that to ‘ya.”
You closed your eyes, feeling torn and conflicted. You never imagined yourself being stuck in this situation, torn between two men, unsure of what to do. Your mind was a whirlwind of emotions, and your heart was in turmoil.
Wakasa peered into your eyes, his gaze heavy with conflicting emotions. "I don’t wanna be the reason for your pain, but I jus’ can’t bring myself to leave you alone," he said softly, his voice tinged with sadness. "I wanna be with ‘ya more than anything in the world, but it’s not that simple.”
You nodded, tears, building up in your eyes. You knew he was right, but the thought of remaining casual with him when you had all of these feelings swelling in your chest was unbearable. At the same time, however, you couldn’t imagine giving up what the two of you had. “I know,” you said, your voice choked with emotion. “But I don’t know if I can keep my emotions out of what we have… You’ve been so good to me, and I just…”
Wakasa cupped your face, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through your veins. “I wish I could run away with ‘ya, doll, but we gotta be realistic,” he said, his voice filled with longing. “There can’t be a happy ending for us. You know that, don’t ‘ya?”
Your heart clenched as you thought about the repercussions of your forbidden affair. You knew very well that Takeomi could easily send his men after your head. You would spend the rest of your life running. You weren’t sure you could handle that. "You're right," you said softly. "We can't continue like this."
Yet, still, as the of you sat there side by side – with the tension so thick you could have cut through it with a knife – you couldn’t shake the feeling that he didn’t really want to give you up. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you turned to look at Wakasa, the desire and longing in your gaze mirroring his own.
Wordlessly, Wakasa closed the difference between the two of you, his hand tilting your chin up so your faces were aligned. Your lips met in the middle in a searing kiss, filled with all the passion and intensity that had been building between the two of you for so long. You couldn’t resist.
Your hands found their way to his shoulders, letting him pull you over his body and into his lap. You paused briefly before deepening the kiss, your lips moving hungrily against one another as if this were the last. Time seemed to stand still. Slowly, you felt yourself get lost in his lips.
Your bodies pressed up against one another, the heat and urgency of your longing evident in every delicate touch. You could feel the gentle ripple of his muscular torso beneath you as he breathed through the kiss. You knew you shouldn’t be indulging in him so shamelessly, not after the conversation the two of you had just had, but you couldn’t help it.
As he finally pulled away, breathing ragged, you looked into his eyes, chest heaving with emotion. “You’re making this harder,” you whispered, voice trembling. “Quit playing with my emotions.”
The intimacy beneath his touch was going to send you head over heels into a whirlwind romance. You didn’t need that. He didn’t need that.
Wakasa chuckled, though it didn’t quite reach his face. His eyes, filled with a mixture of desire and resignation, raked themselves over your half-naked body. “Sorry, doll,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Can’t help myself. Needed one more before I could go back to playin’ pretend.”
You took a deep breath, trying to halt your tears. “I know it’ll only complicate things further,” You said rather passionately. “But I don’t want to stop doing this with you. I don’t care if we have to sneak around.”
Wakasa smiled almost sadly. He looked as if his heart was aching. “Me neither,” he murmured, voice gentle. “We can keep seeing each other. Jus’ leave our personal feelings out of it, yeah?”
You nodded. You understood what he meant, even though it hurt. You couldn’t afford to let your emotions take control and jeopardize everything you had. You had to be careful and keep your feelings in check. One misstep could ruin this entire arrangement for both of you.
You sighed. “I don’t want him goin’ after us.”
Wakasa’s hand found its way over to yours. “I’ll keep ‘ya safe. Promise,” he said.
You didn’t care if it was an illusion. He looked so ethereal beneath you, hair splayed out on the pillow around his face like a halo. He was so vulnerable, so perfect. Wakasa’s eyes were filled with a mixture of longing and determination. “And if ‘ya change ‘yer mind about being with him,” he said huskily, his hand reaching up to caress your cheek one more time. “I’m a call away.”
You felt your resolve crumble as you crashed your lips down on his, mouths melding together for what must have been the hundredth time that night. You moaned softly, moving your hands from his waist to the pillow beneath his head as you felt him brace his hands on your hips.
You drew a hand back to slip between your heated bodies, dragging down the tatted flesh of his chest with a new purpose. When you felt him harden beneath you, you began to rock your hips back and forth.
“Mmh,” he hummed happily, letting you explore his body. “How do you feel about another round, princess?”
“Very strongly, actually,” You teased, already reaching for the drawstrings on his shorts – Takeomi’s shorts, actually. Wakasa laid back, letting you free his growing erection from the constraints of his clothes.
You spat into the palm of your hand, wrapping it around the head of his dick and then working the spit over the shaft – getting him nice and wet for you. Not like he hadn’t already been dripping from eating your pussy for two hours straight.
“G’nna ride me, pretty girl?” He asked, sliding his hands up your waist while he watched you hover over him. This was moving quickly. Not like you had any objections to that, of course. Clearly, he didn’t either.
You didn’t grace him with a response, instead positioning the tip in line with your dripping hole and then sinking down on him. After the third time that night, there was hardly any stretch. He had worked you open real good.
He gasped, letting his eyes fall shut. You lifted your hips and then sank down on him again. You were still wet from the last two hours of your night with Wakasa, yet the filthy squelching sound your cunt made as it squeezed around him caught even you off guard.
“Think your man knows’is girl is bouncing on my dick right now?” He tutted, though he let you set the pace, sliding back and forth in a way that had the both of you panting for more. The stretch felt amazing – like you could feel him in your stomach. “Raw?”
Fucking back onto his dick, you couldn’t fight the strangled noises that seemed to tear themselves from your core. “‘S big,” You gasped. It took all of the strength you had not to collapse from the force of your tremble as he braced his feet on the bed. Sensing your struggle, he fucked up into you, meeting your thrusts in the middle and sliding in even deeper. “ Fuck , I feel it in my guts.”
“So wet, baby,” he moaned – sinful, sultry, beautiful. When you looked down, his brows were scrunched together, face contorted with concentration. You slowed down to savor the way your hole sucked him in. He hissed, “G’nna make me finish too soon if you don’t cut it out.”
“Mmh,” you giggled, letting him do all of the work for you. He was so good to you. “Want you to cum inside.”
So good, in fact, you thought you might give him a treat.
His eyes widened. “Yeah? I- hah, ” he breathed.
You nodded.
“Fuck,” he groaned, arching his head off the back of the pillow. His lips parted to make way for an uncharacteristically high-pitched whimper. “G’nna… be the death of me.”
You could say the same about him.
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Hey!! May I please request Wakasa, Izana, Mitsuya and Baji protecting the reader from a pervert? Maybe someone taking pictures of the reader at the gym, or trying to take a picture under the reader's skirt, or trying to grope the reader in the subway/bus, etc.
a/n : thankyou for requesting anon 🫶🏻
masterlist
: everyone is a menace, sexual harassment
baji keisuke
- it was recess so baji stayed in class while his other classmates was having lunch normally at the school cafe so he wanted to have a quick learning lesson
- after a while baji saw there was ten more minutes before recess was over but he haven't seen you yet so he walked down the halls to your class
- he heard some whimpering coming from your class and tried to open the door but the door was locked
- he intended to shrugged the whimpering when he couldn't hear any voices anymore until he heard a voice. your voice.
- baji didn't even hesitate to kick down the door and saw two of the seniors cornering you, while you were crying and holding a thin broom stick
- baji lunged himself on the guys, making a mess of the chairs and tables there while you try to calm him down but baji was ruthless with his punches
- it wasn't until ryusei held back baji that he calmed down a little, now looking at the two seniors bloody on the floor
- the teacher came and the two of you got released early (baji due to some injuries)
- "im sorry keisuke, i couldn't reach you"
- "idiot, that's not your fault. im sorry i didn't came there earlier i should've know"
imaushi wakasa
- it was a regular day where you would hang at the gym with benkei and wakasa but wakasa had work today so you were with benkei
- "hey y/n do you mind if i run downstairs to run the coffee machine a bit?"
- "oh no keizo go ahead!" so benkei went downstairs while you continued doing some squats
- you were wearing earbuds to concentrate more on your breathing and the music blasted through your ears too so you weren't aware of your surroundings
- there was this person behind you, they weren't too close but close enough to see you weren't paying attention towards your surroundings so they took out their phone
- after glancing around to make sure the coast is clear, they took photos of your sweating thighs and clicking sounds were heard
- they moved to take pictures of your chest too until their wrist were restrained
- "enjoying your time prick? delete those pictures"
- "wakasa? im sorry it's just-"
- "shut the fuck up and delete those pictures"
- the person hurriedly deleted the lewd photos but wakasa wasn't content in case there were backup files so he took the phone and took out the battery and memory card
- he tossed the empty phone and sent a glare to the person while approaching you
- "oh waka kun?! you're back?"
- "yes honey, how about we take a break and have some tea yeah?"
izana kukorawa
- you were going to one of his meetings to bring him so snacks but he was a bit busy so you waited outside the hideout
- after a while kakucho came to fetch you and escorted you inside the meeting room where you saw izana at the table
- "im sorry i couldn't come and get you love, i was busy" he said, looking up from his paperwork
- "oh it's okay izana, continue your meeting and i'll sort out these snacks at the table how do think about that?"
- "oh the members would like that so much love, thankyou" izana continued his work and soon the meeting started
- you have packed a lot of desserts because izana's members loves sweet stuff so you took some plates from the cupboard and stack the desserts on them
- you took out the plates and placed them on the table, in front of each member
- you were happy with their reactions because each one of them gobbled the dessert quickly and smiled a lot
- that was until one particular member slapped your butt, him laughing afterwards
- "your desserts are so sweet, i wonder does that ass taste the same huh?"
- the room fell silent as your face was clearly horrified but it couldn't match your boyfriend's face
- "say that again?" he said while slowly pushing his chair
- "what? what's wrong?"
- a chair flew at his direction, knocking him out
- "say that again at my partner, punk. i'll murder you" izana said with bloodshot eyes and erratic breathing as if he's controlling his temper
- shion and mucho dragged him outside and did the beatings (kakucho gave them a look to do the work, not trusting izana to do so)
- "love? come here" izana said softly to you
- you approached him and he took off his red jacket and tied it on your waist
- "let's go home" he whispered in your ear, the only person hearing his vulnerable tone was you
takashi mitsuya
- you and mitsuya just fetch his younger siblings from school and now was riding the subway while the two girls were giggling while eating their ice cream
- suddenly the subway got a little packed so you had to stand a bit further from your boyfriend and his siblings to give space to the new people who entered
- mitsuya gestured you to sit at his seat but you refused, luna and mana were sitting in his lap because there were way too many people
- you were standing about three steps away from them when a man came behind you
- the man nearly sniffed your neck at how close he was but distanced away from him
- you didn't mind it because you thought he did it by accident
- "oniichan, the creepy guy is looking at y/n's skirt. isn't that bad?" little luna said, remembering what his brother used to teach her that people seeing under her skirt is bad
- "that's right luna, can you sit here and be good girl while i see y/n?" mitsuya let the two siblings occupied the seat while he walked to you and the man
- "so? what's with the phone?" mitsuya asked the man behind you. he hid it in time that you couldn't see it but mitsuya saw it
- "what phone?"
- "c'mon i saw that. how about you delete those pictures and i'll forgive you"
- "what's got you so riled up who're you her girlfriend?" the man asked
- "yeah im her girlfriend. can you delete those pictures now while im nicely asking?"
- the man ignored mitsuya and mitsuya was enraged but he didn't wanted to lose it because his sister's were there
- he quickly snatched the phone in the man's right pocket and went to the window and guess what he did?
- yup he threw it out the window, out from a moving subway
- "you fucker! my phone!"
- "i asked nicely and you refused so you give me no choice. oh look at that it's our stop. c'mon mana, luna. y/n?" mitsuya hold your hand and dragged you out from the packed subway
- the man stand there shocked while watching the four of you come out from the subway, mana mockingly stick out her tongue at the man
keiiiii.. imagine riding wakasa while he’s smoking a blunt 🫶🏾
omgg, it’s heavenly.
you’re in the vip section of the club, everyone knows that section is off limits bc Wakasa is with his boo thang for the rest of the night.. thankfully, the men that Waka hired to guard the section can’t hear your whimpering bc of the overpowering sound of the music. “keep ya voice down baby,” Wakasa said, pulling on his blunt with half lidded eyes. “don’t want my men hearing ya, don’t ya?” he asked with a grin as he squeezes your ass underneath your hot pink miniskirt. “can’t help it,” you whimpered. “feels so good!” you wrapped your arms around his neck, while your boobs were smooshed between his tatted chest and continued to bounce on his cock, trying to reach your second high. Wakasa groaned in response, he’s feeling his own high approaching. “fuck, just like that baby..don’t want you doin this for anyone else except for me, you hear me?” he asks, his head falling back on the booth as smoke exits his nostrils. when all you did was moan in response, he bucked his hips up making you yelp and finally respond “yes, I understand daddy..” Wakasa grinned from ear to ear and pulled the blunt back up to his mouth, “that’s my girl.”
( Ran x Y/N x Chifuyu— ethnic reader if you squint)
⚠️Mentions of: Teen pregnancy, cursing, suicide, alcohol, planned death,
Previous Part; Part 3
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You were waiting.
Every hour after Rindou visited, you spent your time waiting for Ran Haitani—the father of your child, to show up. Rindou Haitani had told you that his brother had asked somebody in their working circle for your information—similar to how he did with you. According to his words, it wouldn't take time for his brother to find your address and show his face to you after 8 years of absence.
You spent the past two days shopping, planning dinner and lunches for Haruki, and talking to people you couldn't always make time to talk with. People like Aiko, Chifuyu, and your mother.
But the man you shared a child with evaded your mind heavily.
It was hard to ignore the fact that he could be watching you, or searching for you at any moment.
" So what are you going to do?" Your mother asked you with a raised brow. " Keep in mind that he's been gone for 8 years Y/N. He has no right to want Haruki now, and you could say no ."
You bit your lip as you sipped on the juice she had given you. " I want what's best."
Almost immediately your mother shook her head. " He left you." She emphasized. " He's been gone for 8 years and you and Haruki are doing amazing. There's no 'what's best' because you've already given Haruki what's best."
You didn't respond, only going in for another sip of the juice.
" He shows up and gives you 1.8 million out of the blue? What kind of shit is that?" She questioned in disbelief with a rasp in her voice.
You scoffed at the irony. " Like I need his money."
" Don't be dumb now," your mother said as she leaned in closer, her arms now resting on her knees. " You could make good use of that money."
" I put it to Haruki's name. I don't need his shit for myself."
" Hmmm." She hummed. " That's smart. Sounds like something you would do."
You furrowed your brows as you wandered into your own thoughts. Did Haruki need a dad? You questioned yourself. After all these years you've spent as a single mom, Haruki has never really complained about the lack of a father in his life. Him calling " mommy" all day didn't bother you either. You never heard him voice sadness or detest for the fact that he only had a mother in his life. But maybe that was because you were fulfilling your duty well.
He gave you Mother's Day gifts when he crafted them in school, you attended both his Parent Appreciation Day's as a mother.
You never heard your son question heavily for a father.
He spent his evenings with Chifuyu Matsuno almost everyday, and that man has taken place of the first male figure in his life.
For the first few years Haruki crafted Father's Day gifts and gave them to Chifuyu, something that had the man blushing and you shaking your head.
Overall, you would say that Haruki is pretty content with the way his life functions and the people in it.
Introducing Ran—his biological father to him at 8 years of age? Is that necessary? What was the point?
" I think it's not necessary." Your mother shrugged.
You snapped your head up, coming to the realization that you had asked the question out loud. Her response didn't take you by surprise though, and you could only scratch your nape with your eyes closed in response.
" Yeah but he's a boy." You responded.
" He's growing up and getting older. How can I just decide to not let him have a father?"
She clicked her tongue, rolling her eyes at your words. " Mothers have the whole package sweetheart." She said as she swirled the juice in her glass around. " You've been playing all roles for the last 8 years, stop making yourself feel guilty for that boy. He chose that path years ago, he'll survive like he's been doing."
You weren't sure if what your mom was saying was correct, or completely petty and childish. Either which way, you found part of yourself agreeing with what she was saying.
She shrugged her shoulders at your silence, leaning back into the couch. " In the end, I know you'll do what you want sooooo,"
As much as you didn't ever want to admit it, there was a part of you that wanted Ran Haitani to come back for you.
To come back to you.
Maybe not 8 years later, but there was once a part of you. A small part.
It's just a matter of if you still feel that way.
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" Oouuu you are glowing girl!"
You said as you greeted Aiko with a smile. In your hand was the bottle of red wine Rindou had brought when he came to visit you. Today you had spoken to your mother about your circumstances, and gave her your updates, and now you were here to speak with Aiko—your long time best friend and practical sister.
" Don't flatter me!" She said as she giggled like a school girl. " I'm glad you noticed though. I've been—you know, doing a little lifting and crunches outside. Typical beauty girl stuff."
You couldn't help but laugh as she did a little dance at the door. " Yeah okay,"
" Anyways!" Aiko chirped, " Come in!"
You nodded your head, welcoming yourself into her home and immediately removing your shoes.
" I purchased this gadget that puts wrap around your shoes. So you won't have to remove them anymore!" She said as she threw you a wink. " The kids are with their grandma right now, so we can definitely drink whatever alcohol is in that bag."
" Of course you noticed," you said as you followed her into her home. " But yeah it's red wine that was given to me by a certain someone."
Aiko's house was big, and it was no surprise to you considering her husbands job and her own job of taking over her family business.
You could tell that your best friend was living in absolute comfort, but you couldn't help but wonder how lonely she must've felt with such a big house. You yourself struggled with living in your apartment without Haruki's presence, but knowing Aiko—she found joy and entertainment with everything.
" A certain someone?" She giggled as she sat on the couch. " Is that someone Chifuyu Matsunoooo?"
You cringed at her obnoxious laughter.
" Okay enough of that. Me and Chifuyu are just really good friends girl."
" Andddd that's when I loose interest." Aiko shrugged. " That man would make an amazing father, boyfriend, husband, and all. Like...you see the way he looks at you? At Haruki?"
You rolled your eyes, ignoring Aiko's words that she had been repeating for years.
" Yeah okay. I'll get the glasses, and you can open this."
Aiko rolled her eyes at your dismissing of this conversation once again.
" Yeah, okay." She scoffed as she got up too to pop the bottle. " Ooouuuu, this is one hell of a rich wine brand! It's literally never in Japan like that."
You laughed as you opened her dishwasher to grab the freshly steamed dishes. " Good thing I didn't buy it then."
" Girl what?"
Holding the glasses by the leg, you slightly shook them at Aiko. " Ice or no ice?"
She stared at you with a curious look for a moment, the bottle stiff in her hand.
" No ice for this glass. But what was that that you just said?"
" I didn't but it." You repeated with a snicker as you approached her. " But I didn't steal it either girl. My bartender job doesn't get me free alcohol often."
" Often?!" Aiko screeched.
" Girl you're about to drop the damn bottle."
" Hold on," she started as she backed away from you. " I'm so lost right now. Help. First of all— who gave you this bottle if you didn't buy it or steal it? Secondly, what do you mean ' often'? I thought your job only gave you free club passes with a plus 1?!"
You let out a sigh as you sat the glasses on the small table in front of the both of you. Aiko's face was curled up in great confusion, and all you could do was nod your head at her to pop the bottle.
" I'll tell you about that soon girly. But just pop the bottle."
She did just that. Attempting to hide her excitement and happiness as she did so.
So here you guys sat—In her big house, sitting on the fluffy grey couch, and sipping expensive red wine in the afternoon with class.
" Spill it—" Aiko said with the first sip. " Ou this stuff is good—because I know you have tea."
You cleared your throat as you inhaled a deep breath, letting your smile glimmer across your face. " You remember Rindou right?"
Aiko raised a brow before nodding quickly.
" Hell yeah I do. That douche bags brother."
You nodded at her in confirmation. " Right. Rindou came to visit me a couple days ago."
The look on her face was priceless. " He what?"
You took another sip of the wine. Letting the small sip of the rich flavour fill your mouth.
" Yeah. And he brought this wine as a gift. And—hold on I just missed a big part of this all."
Aiko sat up straight, setting her wine glass down as you shook your head comedically.
She knew a long story was coming, and she had no means of interrupting your story and possibly spilling the red wine.
So you told her everything. Telling her everything Mr. Nagaki told you about the club and what would happen, and how Bonten showed up to claim the property. You didn't leave a single detail out to Aiko, knowing that she was a trustworthy person. Yes she often lacked a filter, but she knew what to expose and what not to expose to other people. She was smart with the streets of Tokyo Japan, and she knew Bonten was no joke to appeal to. Besides her jokes about the money, men, and their materialistic riches—she knew it was best to have them be unaware of you. So when you told her that an Executive of Bonten—your baby daddy and ex boyfriend, was in this criminal organization—Aiko flipped.
When you told her that Ran had left you 1.8 million in your locker, she almost passed out.
You told her everything— from finding out that Rindou and Ran were now Executive Members in Bonten, and how Rindou fought Ran from the last phone call you had with the younger brother.
" This can't be real right now." Was all Aiko could say.
You shrugged your shoulders softly. " I don't know girl."
" He can't just pop up out of nowhere and think he's going to be in Haruki's life!" She raged, following a big gulp of her wine.
" Fuck him and his money! That's not how it works! Is that his way of saying sorry to you? Because it's pretty fucking pathetic."
You nodded in agreement. " I'm wondering why he thinks I would even want to see him. Like the fact that he thinks he'll just pop up in my newly built life is just mind boggling."
" He has a lot of fucking audacity girl." Aiko said as she rubbed her forehead. " But...what are you going to do? Like.... now that he's coming face to face with you. And it's inevitable."
You shrugged your shoulders, swirling around the last bit of wine in your glass. " If he ask to be in Haruki's life—"
" If he even asks."
You nodded. " Right. If he asks—and I say no, what do you think he'll do to me?"
Aiko glanced up, as if she was searching her brain for a good response. " Have you spoken to your mother?"
" Yup." You said with a pop. " I didn't tell her everything like I told you. I obviously left stuff out, but I told her what she needed to know, and all she said was ' I should not let him back in, I've been playing lots of roles as Haruki's family, I make good enough money if he decides to take it to Court'—which I doubt he will."
" He probably can y'know." Aiko scoffed.
" Ran always wanted to get his way. Like a man child. He'll do above and beyond. He'll take it to court, tip off the judge, not show up to court and have an expensive team deal with it. He'll do it all to get his way, even if it means sabotaging you."
You furrowed your brows at her. " You sure it's not just the K and J Drama's you watch?"
" You're life is a summary of all the K-Drama's I've watched before."
You frowned, rising to your feet. " I want a refill."
Aiko nodded, following you as she picked up her empty glass. " Add some ice this time."
Standing in the kitchen as you collected the ice, you felt your heart beat thump a little more in your chest. Either because of the alcohol, or simply the harshness of the conversation you were having.
" You think Ran will kill me?"
The question you asked even took you by surprise.
" Don't say stuff like that!" Aiko snapped as she set her filled glass down.
You glanced at her, moving towards the bottle.
" I mean...he does whatever to get his way. You think he'll just get Bonten to kill me—pretend I got into a car accident, overdosed, I don't know—do something fucked up then claim Haruki as his last distant family?"
Aiko was silent, and that was the only answer you needed. She seemed to be pondering over the idea herself. The thought that maybe Ran Haitani was as cruel as the organization he was in. Or crueler. That he would kill the mother of his child who's been present way before him, just to get what he wants.
It seemed surreal. It seemed impossible.
But with Bonten, anything was possible, and nothing was ever too cruel.
" I don't like what your saying Y/N." Aiko said with a frown. " Maybe that's enough wine."
You shook your head, taking a sip of your newly filled glass. " I'm not drunk girly. Not even tipsy yet. I gotta drive back home remember?"
So your words were not because of alcohol.
Aiko's face remained in a frown, feeling deeply disturbed by your previous words. Hate boiled In her stomach for Ran Haitani, a man she hasn't spoken to in forever.
" Rindou won't let him do that." She said firmly with a shake of her head.
You nodded at her with a sigh. Allowing the thought of Rindou— the younger brother— protecting you from his older brother—who raised and took care of him forever, to settle in your mind.
It was possible, but also unlikely.
" Let's hope he's still human." She ended with a huff.
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" She's off for a while so you're bringing her flowers?"
Kazutora asked Chifuyu as he fixed his tie. The blonde man had made plans tonight after you had told him about your weeks off of work. No longer did you have to stay till morning in the club scene, and sadly he couldn't watch over Haruki. It's been a while since he's last seen the boy and it's been killing him. So, he took it upon himself to prepare a nice night for you and Haruki, bring the biggest bouquet of flowers he could find, and buy some fresh- hot dinner to eat on your big dinner table.
He wasn't really overdoing it in his eyes. From what Chifuyu has read in romance manga growing up, this was the bare minimum.
" Yup." Chifuyu said firmly as he nodded in the mirror. " And I'm going to pick her and Haruki up some dinner before she starts cooking it. That's why I can't be late."
" We all know Chifuyu's a desperate romantic." Baji Keisuke added as he entered the room.
Chifuyu scoffed as his two friends erupted in laughter. "And that's why you guys are handling this new location by yourselves."
The two men groaned at the mention of the work they had to do this evening. Being the CEO's of their pet shop was usually easy, and most of their work was pushed onto their heaps of employers throughout Japan. But the three men worked hard to be able to eventually do this. They once had to handle the whole shop and it's business by themselves. Even though that didn't last a while.
" Don't remind me." Kazutora said as he frowned at Chifuyu.
Chifuyu snickered, rummaging through the drawer to pull out the best scenting cologne.
" Yeah I will. And Baji don't forget to tie up your hair."
The raven haired man grumbled distastefully at the shade thrown at him. " Why do you keep calling me by my last name?!"
" Why are you yelling!?" Kazutora mimicked in the same tone.
" Shut up!"
" This is why I'm going out tonight." Chifuyu said as he sprayed himself over with the colognes. " And I call you that because you look more like a Baji then Keisuke."
" Fuck you."
" Yeah whatever."
Kazutora whistled, standing up to place a hand on the blonde man's shoulder. " It's good that Chifuyu is finally making moves though." He said as Chifuyu narrowed his eyes at him through the mirror. " After how long Baji? 4 or 5 years?"
Baji laughed. A laugh that was booming and teasing, making Kazutora join in naturally.
Chifuyu rolled his eyes, shrugging his friends hands off his shoulder. " Forget yourselves."
" 4 or 5?!" Baji repeated in between laughter.
" I thought it's been a century!"
" You mean a decade?" Chifuyu asked with sass. " Decade means 10, century means 100. Easy information."
" Well shit I think it's been a century." Kazutora joked.
Chifuyu could only roll his eyes again as he adjusted his hair. His friends laughing at him was fine, because he knew that they found humor in everything. Teasing Chifuyu was a main source. But Chifuyu also knew that he wanted to see Y/N L/N tonight. He wished to see her and Haruki, and he didn't care about whatever teasing he had to endure because of it.
" Look we're sorry," Baji said with his laughter dying out. " We know you really like this chick—"
" Her name is Y/N."
" Right. So y'know, let's talk more about tonight and what you planned."
Chifuyu smiled at the questions. The plan he had come up with started to swirl around in his mind as he took a seat with his friends.
" So I'm going to get her some flowers for the night." He started with a cheesy grin. " I just have to pick them up and that's really it. Then I'm going to pick up the fresh dinner meals I ordered, and yeah—I'll be off to her place."
Kazutora nodded, sparing a glance at his black haired companion with a look of interest.
" And you sure the food will be hot?" He asked with a raised brow.
Chifuyu nodded his head. " Yup. Well it's as fresh as it can get from a store. But I paid them extra for hot and really fresh food." He said with a shrug. " It's the same food place we catered when we opened our 3rd location."
Baji nodded. " I don't remember the name but I remember that the food was good as fuck."
Chifuyu couldn't suppress his grin.
" Wait hold on," Kazutora started as he cleared his throat. " What's with the suit?"
Chifuyu raised a brow at the question, eyeing his fancy suit. " I mean....the food isn't typical. It's fancy and expensive."
" So you're going to go over there in a suit, and she probably won't even be dressed up?" Kazutora stated in more or a questioning tone.
" That's fine!" Chifuyu quickly said. " She always looks good! She doesn't need a dress!"
Baji huffed silently. Despite always knowing of his friends submissive side for romance, a part of him was concerned for Chifuyu. He was putting in so much effort for this dinner—a surprise dinner in fact—to turn out as perfect as possible. He couldn't deny that he was worried for Chifuyu.
But his friend looked so happy.
His fucking smile that he's been wearing for the past day or so looked so genuine.
—And from what Baji heard, you were a nice girl. A very strong and independent woman—is what Chifuyu called you. Taking care of your son from an early age, that took maturity that even Baji was sure he didn't get till recently.
The black haired man sighed as Chifuyu defended you being in casual clothing.
" Hmmm." Baji grumbled. " She better be grateful."
Chifuyu could only nod.
He hoped you liked it.
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" Haruki what should we eat for dinner?"
You asked the boy who was freshly showered and sitting on the couch. The apartment was quiet, peacefully quiet. You itched to get started on dinner and start conversation with your 8 year old son. Even now you were desperate. You had asked him a question you already knew the answer to. With nothing to do during the day but speaking to your mother, and sharing a bottle between Aiko who kept the rest—it was fair to say you were bored. With that being said, you had already planned dinner.
'Why is Haruki so quiet? ' you might ask. Well it's simply because he's watching his after school science channel on the tv.
The same one his best friends watch as well. It was one of his favorites, and you would never tell him not to watch the channel.
Plus, it was better than him being stuck to a phone or tablet.
" Haruki?" You called out a bit louder.
" Oh?" He responded. " Sorry mom, I wasn't listening. What did you say?"
You laughed at him, shaking your head. " What do you want for dinner? Unless you don't plan on eating."
The boy quickly shook his head at your last words, before cocking his head to the side in a thinking manner. " Ummmm.... Katsu Curry!"
" No." Your response earned a dragged out groan. " Oh please. You know that we only eat curry when mommy doesn't have enough time to make dinner, remember?"
Haruki crossed his arms. " Yeah...."
" Why don't we have...." You started with a goofy smile on your face. " Egg fried rice and braised pork!!"
Cheers erupted from Haruki.
" —With broccoli."
" Oh."
" Veggies are important Haruki." You said with a pointed look as you walked over to him with a hand on your hip.
" But why broccoli of all the ones in the fridge?" He questioned with a pout on his face.
" Some children and people don't have veggies to eat." You scolded him. " And maybe you should make dinner tonight."
" Sorry momma."
" Mhm."
Walking away back to the kitchen, you hummed contently as you reached for the fridge.
*Ring!!
Your face scrunched up at the timing of the call. With a sigh you glanced at Haruki—who had returned back to the tv, and dug your hand into your pant pocket with a new feeling of discontent.
You can't say you weren't taken aback by the name of the caller.
It was Chifuyu.
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Ran's car was silent.
Usually he was working at this hour. He would be working with Bonten, maybe eating dinner that his brother picked up or got for him. Especially knowing that every Bonten Executive was busy and practically scurrying around with their own work loads. The overwhelming mission and papers, the endless meetings and deals. Everything was stacking up, and Ran had made the call to hurry and get things done, and then call it off for the night. All so he could drive to his ex's place. So he could come face to face with Y/N L/N after nearly 9 years.
With how you and him ended, Ran wasn't sure what the conversation would go like.
You've gotten his money, Rindou confirmed it in anger. The money must be a lot for someone like you who works as a bartender, and he was sure that you could do big things with it.
Maybe you would be happy to see him.
Seeing him at your apartment door with a fancy suit worth more than your rent, and maybe you would remember the money he sent you on the spot.
You would tell yourself that you can get more if you stay with him. That's how a smart woman would think anyways.
Because knowing he was in Bonten , Ran was sure that you wouldn't want to upset him by hindering his son from him. Because finically wise, he would eat you up. And he knew it.
So Ran believed things would go smoothly.
That's just how Ran Haitani thinks.
" Funny." He said to his thoughts as he stared at the road ahead. " Cancelled work to come down here. She better be grateful."
It was the mind of Ran Haitani.
It was true though. He did cancel work to come see you. To come talk to you.
" I've encountered a personal situation." He responded with a edge to his tone.
Mikey raised a brow at the emphasis of the word " personal". Maybe there wasn't a emphasis the Haitani put on the word, but out of everything Mikey was tiredly listening to—that word stuck out the most.
" Personal?" He asked with a tilt to his head.
Ran shifted as his boss's eyes peered into his own. He was debating if he should tell Mikey his matter or not. Sanzu wasn't in the room at the moment, so only the boss would know. But it wasn't even a matter of embarrassment of who knew his business. After all, Takeomi—the Advisor knew. But there was a difference. Takeomi wouldn't leak his business to the rest of the Executives, Sanzu—the loud mouth friend of his, would.
For a second, Ran wanted to just nod his head at the Boss's question, opting that for his answer. But with the way the boss stared at him with those wide black orbs, he wasn't just asking—he was demanding to know what was so personal to be occupied for the rest of the evening.
" Yeah." Ran responded with a curt nod.
" I just found out I have a son. Um....I found my baby mothers location."
Ran could see how Mikey's eyes widened for a second.
He wasn't expecting that huh? Ran thought.
" Oh." Was all he said as he shifted. " Okay then. You're free to go."
Ran huffed at the memory of hours ago. Mikey's face, his expression of shock that only lasted a second—it all lingered in his mind.
Ran wondered if Mikey would tell Sanzu. He wasn't sure if the boss was that vocal with Sanzu about other Executives matters. Sure the executives were going to notice his evening absence, but who would ask about it?
Sanzu would. And Ran wondered if he would get an answer.
With a shake of his head, Ran's jaw tightened as his mind wandered off again.
Back to Rindou.
His brother who hasn't spoken to him since what happened in his office.
At fist Ran thought he would get over it. That it would be a small fight that wouldn't last long.
But Ran knew it wouldn't be, and he was correct. Rindou has said some things that were beyond Ran's comprehension. He called him things that Rindou has never called him before.
It wasn't the typical, " you're annoying", that his brother always gave him.
It was pure hatred and anger in his eyes. And maybe Ran was overreacting, but if it wasn't hatred he saw, it was disappointment.
And he remembers the look and everything.
So Ran took it upon himself to seek out for you, knowing he had to, wanted to, and needed to.
Ran was also sure that Rindou would let it go once he heard him asking Kokonoi for a bartenders number off the list. Your number.
Rindou didn't.
He wasn't going to say sorry. That's what Ran keeps chanting to himself even as he drives. His hands clenching hard around the steering wheel in anger.
Rindou was going to apologize, like always.
He was sure of it.
This is a long drive, Ran thought as he made a turn. " Fuck it. I don't have time to bring her something."
Ran couldn't deny that he was nervous to finally see you after all these years. He wasn't too anxious for your reaction, but to see his son—and the girl he once loved—he sure felt some type of way.
Despite his worries for seeing you, Ran believed this would go smoothly. He just has to use his appeal like he's been doing with women these past few years.
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You weren't expecting Chifuyu to be on his way.
On his way with dinner, in fact. You were wearing what could be considered pajamas, and he was brining over a fancy meal enough for all three of you—completely unprovoked. You were more than shocked, and mid way when Chifuyu said he had catered steaks, rice, and shrimp—you had began your way to your bedroom. Your clothes were a shame to wear for a dinner with such expensive food, but Chifuyu didn't mind.
In fact, he had told you that he was actually expecting you to be in pajamas, and had called at this time to make sure you hadn't started dinner.
He was perfect with the timing.
So here you were, in fluffy pajama pants with a fluffy v neck cropped shirt to go with it. You had set your hair to look more presentable than your go to hairstyle that you had it in. Anxiously biting your nails as you waited for Chifuyu to call you back when he was near your complex.
" So we're not having egg fried rice and pork?" Haruki asked from the living room.
You shook your head, walking over to his direction as you nervously laughed. " No but we can have it tomorrow babe."
Haruki raised a brow. " So...are we having curry then?"
" No."
" At least I tried."
You rolled your eyes playfully at his response, reaching a hand over to tug at your sons chubby cheeks. " Yeah you tried it. But actually, Chifuyu is coming over, and he's bringing over dinner!"
Haruki's face brightened the moment you finished your sentence. A beam on his face as his eyes widened to saucers.
" Really!?" He asked in disbelief. " You're staying too right mom?"
You didn't miss the pleading and hopeful look in his eyes. After all, usually when Chifuyu was here, it meant that you had to leave.
With a smile growing on your face, you shook your head. " I'm staying right here to eat dinner with you guys."
Haruki made a energetic gesture of victory to express his triumph of your information.
" And he's bringing steak!" It was just so you could see more of his happiness.
The joy of your son increased, and placed joy inside of you with every cheer he made.
You couldn't help but smile and laugh, walking away from Haruki to grab your phone.
Things were going good. Great in fact.
Despite everything, and what is happening with your job, your domestic life was amazing.
You had a tight circle of people that cared about you, and you had a son that brought you indescribable joy every time you saw his face.
You couldn't ask for more.
" Should I change my clothes mommy?" Haruki asked from the living room. " Steak is for fancy people in suits and dresses!"
You looked over at him with a grin on your face. " That's for when you go to the steak, as far as I'm concerned, the steak is coming to us."
A large smile spread on Haruki's face as he laughed at your humor.
" And plus," you started with a shrug. " I'm not wearing a dress."
The sound of ringing from your phone ended Haruki's laughter as you put a finger over your lips—signaling him to be quiet.
Like you thought, it was Chifuyu, and you didn't waste a second answering the call.
" You're here?" You asked immediately as you chewed your lip.
He laughed on the other end, light and airy.
" Well I'm glad you sound excited. And yeah, I am here."
You found yourself smiling as you walked over to the box on your wall.
" May you please open the door Y/N?" Chifuyu asked through the buzzer.
You grinned when you realized your didn't hear it in the other end of the phone. He had muted himself.
" I will," you spoke back with a laugh as you opened the door for him.
" Thank you because my hands are really full. Would hate to drop this amazing food."
You shook your head as the conversation directed back to the phone. Chifuyu now having you off mute with his voice as clear as ever. Not static anymore from the buzzer machine that was being tweaked on.
You smiled as you stepped away from the machine, a nice feeling rising in your chest as you glanced at your son.
" I'll get the fancy plates." He lipped to your with a sneaky smile.
You nodded your head at him eagerly as his small feet ran to the kitchen. Hearing the sound of the dish washer opening to grab the steamed plates from yesterday.
" Just tell me when your at the door," you started as you tilted your head to the side.
" Should I tell you that I'm stiffly traveling up the elevator? Thank God it's only me."
You laughed at the horrible attempt to be funny. Or maybe it was Chifuyu's humor in general.
It seems like you were laughing at everything he was saying. Funny or not.
" Well I guess I can tell you that Haruki's getting the fancy plates, and I'm waiting at the door for you."
You felt like a teenage girl giggling with her boyfriend on the phone. A feeling that wasn't unfamiliar to you completely. It felt like a new experience though, a new nice one. And you were living for it.
Maybe Aiko was right.
" Well I'm starting to walk down the hall." Your breath hitched as you watched Haruki run back to grab cutlery. An excited and thrilled look all over his face and demeanor.
" And I can see your apartment door by the way."
You don't know why you were getting so excited. " Chifuyu..." you mumbled.
" Andddddd," he dragged out. " Whew the foods getting heavy."
You laughed, peeking out the peek hole on your tippy toes for him.
" Now I'm....outside your door."
And he was.
Standing there with a awkward smile. His head tilted with his phone pressed between his collar bone and cheek. It was almost as if he knew you were watching through the peep hole, expected of you.
" So..." he started. " Are you going to open the door."
Without a second thought you opened your apartment door for the blonde haired man.
" Hey Chifuyu." You spoke into the phone as you stared at him. A grin adorning your lips.
" Looks like you need help."
" I do. Good thing your dining table is close."
You stepped aside quickly to let him in. Listening to the sound of Haruki's excitement as Chifuyu moved further into your house.
Peeking your head out the door, you glanced both ways down the hall before shutting it completely. Adding the various locks you usually put.
" I'm tried to look a little more...better." You said as you showed yourself to the two excited males.
Chifuyu glanced up at you, his eyes raking you over quickly as red dusted his cheeks. " You look amazing. Like always. Not in a weird way, but you know....doesn't your mom look amazing Haruki?"
Your son nodded quickly as he peeked into one of the foiled and branded pans. " Yup! She looks cool!"
You laughed softly with Chifuyu at his response.
" No but seriously Chif, you didn't have to do all of this. Take out would've made an amazing dinner. I was also just about to start dinner too so...."
Chifuyu smiled, stuffing his hands in his dress pockets as he stepped to you. " Are you trying to say that I was invited to dinner this whole time?"
Your eyes widened at the bold question, and you averted your gaze to somewhere that wasn't his face. " I mean....yeah."
After years of saying that you didn't harbor romantic feelings for this man...
You felt like opening a hole and disappearing with the way your insides twisted.
" There's steak!" Haruki excitedly said.
" There's steak and rice!"
You shook your head as Chifuyu laughed, moving towards the dinning table seat to hover over the food.
Haruki had already opened up the food, and he wasn't lying about the steak. It was big, thick, and juicy pieces that were still releasing steam into the air. You could see the steam droplets from the heat that was on the pushed back lids. In another pan there was white rice—plain and simple, and the third pan had fried egg rice. The fourth pan was rather like a bowl, and was noticeably smaller than the other tins of food.
Opening it, it was a nice container of flared out tempura shrimp. Having over 20 pieces of shrimp for sure. The centre of the tin had a sealed container of red sauce.
" Chifuyu you outdid yourself." You gushed as your stomach grumbled.
The man chuckled lightly, " I wanted to impress you and Haru. So it was worth it?"
" Yup!" The young boy squeaked joyfully.
" It was very worth it! Me and momma were gonna eat steak on the weekend like a big girl and boy does! Now we all are eating it as a family!"
Family.
The word nudged your heart in all the right spots. Beating a section of your heart that hasn't been beating in years.
" We're a family?" You asked as you looked between Chifuyu and Haruki.
Chifuyu looked just as stunned from Haruki's choice of words. His blue eyes widened and his blinking slow—as if he was trying to solve a hard math problem.
Haruki looked confused at the silence, tilting his head as he looked at you. " Did I say something wrong momma? I'm sorry—"
" No!"
Chifuyu stared at you. " I think a family is..."
" Amazing." You continued for him with a smile. You looked between the two boys as you spoke again, " I think a family is great."
The smile you and Chifuyu shared as you avoided eye contact was backed up by Haruki's loud cheers. The food in front of the three of you was so alluring, completely drawing you in to the scent of steaks, rice, and shrimps.
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" It seems like somethings on your mind Boss."
Sanzu said to Mikey as he cleaned his gun. The leader of Bonten's head has been clouded for the past hour or so. Usually, things didn't bother Mikey for a long period of time—in fact, things barely stayed on his mind for long. But there was something about the information he learned from his executive that settled an uneasy feeling in his stomach. It wasn't the fact that an Executive had a kid, since Mochi himself had a wife and two kids. He's been living a domestic lifestyle for years, so Mikey wasn't surprised there.
His mind has been spinning abnormally, piecing things together and looking back at previous things that meant nothing then—but do now.
" You seem bothered by something," His number two said again. " Is it a traitor? I can deal with that now—"
" It's no traitor." Mikey dully responded.
" But there's a problem then? You didn't deny it."
Mikey debated between telling Sanzu to shut up, or just ignoring him. His number two was beyond nosey when it came to anything, and Mikey would be lying if he said Sanzu wasn't unbearable.
Always doing something. Always invading his mind.
" Don't worry about it." Mikey said, leaning back into the chair. " It's not a sharing matter."
Sanzu grinned at the response. By the look on his face, Mikey could tell that he was treating this as a game. Finding some type of high in tempting and pushing his boss's buttons.
Finding out just what was wrong with his boss, and what was making him so stressed. All so he could quickly get rid of it.
" It's a secret then?" Sanzu pushed a bit more.
" Is it concerning one of the guys?"
Mikey exhaled a long breath, blinking as he stared at nothing in particular.
" Is it Kakucho?" The pink haired man started with a grin. " Maybe Rindou? He's been angrier than usual."
He must think I'm joking, Mikey thought.
" His brother has also been weird, is it Ran maybe? Is it Mochi? Is he lacking? Just tell me so I can get rid of the problem—"
" Get out." Mikey cut him off, standing from his chair as he fixed a look to his number two.
Sanzu blinked. The grin he had on his face long gone. " What? But Boss I'm just trying to help—"
" Don't care." Mikey said, walking over to his office window. " I don't wanna hear it anymore. Told you to stop. You didn't. Get out."
Sanz stood there for a moment, staring at his boss who had his back facing away from him.
" I'm sorry then—"
Mikey turned around. Fixing a sharp and rude stare on Sanzu " What are you not understanding? I'm giving you 5 seconds to get out."
Mikey watched as Sanzu exited his office. A frown on his number two's face, and he already knew that an innocent soul would be the outlet to the anger he was feeling. He could not find it in himself to care at the moment.
He couldn't when this odd feeling was eating him alive.
" Ran has a kid?" He mumbled to himself. Finally letting his shocking thoughts speak aloud.
Mikey didn't care—that's what he told himself, but it didn't feel right as he thought more about his executives situation.
There was no way that Ran Haitani just found out he has a kid.
Mikey wasn't sure why he believed so, but the way the man worded his words, and nervously darted his eyes around his office made him contemplate.
He just found out his baby mothers location?
It made no sense.
How did you just find out you have a kid, and also just find your baby mothers location? It was questionable. Knowing Ran Haitani, Mikey was aware that he was the biggest whore in Bonten. He found it disgusting, but he kept quiet. Ran was a man who wanted to have a woman on his arm every second.
Is it possible that he impregnated a one night stand recently? Or was this years ago like Mikey believes?
" Rindou was upset these last few days." He told himself as he walked back to his office window. " Sanzu's right. Those brothers haven't been talking lately."
Mikey stared at the dark sky with his obsidian orbs. " He abandoned his kid." Mikey ignorantly concluded.
A frown of displeasure settled on his face when he realized what he just said.
Mochi wasn't expecting children, but it happened, and he took full responsibility immediately. That's a real man.
Mikey can tell from a mile away that Ran Haitani is not.
He did not take responsibility, and his cheap pride and ego had led him to go to his baby mothers house uninvited.
Mikey was sure he was correct.
Ran Haitani wasn't a man. He was a child.
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Everyone's stomach was full.
The food had done a great job of filling everyone up, and it was nowhere near finished. The skinny steak Haruki ate was enough to put the boy to sleep in his chair. You had finished up your last piece of shrimp and bit of rice before slumping back into your chair. Hand on your belly as you stared at Chifuyu—who had eaten the biggest and thickest steak in the tin. Now it was time to clean up the place and put the food away, and proceed that by putting Haruki to bed for school tomorrow. You did not look forward to moving from your comfortable position.
Chifuyu let out a sigh as he followed your gaze. " I'll carry the little guy to his room, no worries about that."
He had noticed your stare on your sleeping son, and read your expression—understanding your thoughts so easily.
You smiled at Chifuyu—a tiered and lazy smile—but a smile nevertheless. " He's out like a light because of the food. I'm sure he'll sleep amazing tonight...."
Chifuyu shrugged his shoulders, mimicking your own beat expression. " I bet he will. Don't want to wake him up...so! I'll carry him!" Chifuyu began to rise to his feet after he finished his words.
You looked up at him as he hiked up his dress pants, walking over to Harukis's chair.
Seeing that he got up to aid your kid upstairs—despite being tiered and full from this dinner—that alone pulled you to your feet too.
" Thank you so much Chifuyu. Again. Like seriously....I don't know what I'll do without you."
Chifuyu gently began to lift Haruki. " No need to thank me Y/N—"
" Stay over for the night." The words came out of your mouth without hesitation. " We're all tired, and unnecessary driving isn't worth it."
Chifuyu stared at you for a moment, Haruki secured in his arms. " Okay. Thank you."
The endless thanks won't stop no matter what, so you nodded in response.
Chifuyu slowly disappeared from the dinning area, making his way to Haruki's bedroom with quiet feet.
You huffed as you stared at the food that needed to be packed and put away. The dishes that were on the table that needed to be put in the dish washer, and the mats that had to be cleaned.
" I'll thank myself in the future if I do this now." You mumbled.
Immediately, you gathered the dishes and utensils and began your way to the kitchen sink.
The sink water was hot on your hands. You watched as the scented soap ran off each fancy plate that became crystal clear, before setting the dish into the open washer beside you. You couldn't help the way your mind was wandering. Chifuyu had really put a lot of energy into tonight. A smile found way to your face as you recalled Haruki's words about the man that often watches him.
He had used the word " family" to practically describe you, Haru, and Chifuyu. And it didn't bother you at all.
Your heart sped up as you inhaled a shaky breath of air. It was a feeling you haven't felt in a while, and you've been denying this feeling since forever—for the last couple years.
Things have been going so smoothly for you, then so rough, and then got smooth again, and now you felt like you were moving in between the two lanes of smooth and rough.
You dried your hands with the kitchen napkin, opening the cupboard in search of the dishwasher soap.
You grumbled under your breath when you saw that the pack had less than five soaps left, making you mark in your head to buy some when you go grocery shopping this week. Another task that you had to do while on your break.
The knock at the door was loud and firm.
You flinched at the sound, your heart jumping but your face remaining still. Your hands clutched the package in your hand harder as you blinked. You weren't expecting anyone at this hour, or anyone in general.
You weren't even expecting Chifuyu this evening, and you had spoke to Aiko and your mother today—so you doubt they'll pay you a visit the same day. You were certain that they would call or text you rather than come by your place. Considering the time.
You slowly set the package down on the counter as you took a step towards your door.
The buzzer hadn't went off. You didn't let anyone into the building.
Although it wasn't impossible to enter the complex without being buzzed in, it was still odd. You could have someone open or hold the door for you, which isn't unusual—and you have to admit that you often did that for others yourself. It saved visitors the time.
But it didn't answer who was coming directly to your place at this hour?
Knock, knock, knock, knock.
An extra knock was added this time.
" What the hell..." you mumbled to yourself as you walked quickly to the door.
Haruki was being put to bed, and there was no doubt that Chifuyu heard the knocking himself.
Could it be Rindou? You thought as you placed your eye to the peephole.
You would've answered your question with a "yes" the moment you spotted the purple mop of hair.
But there was such significant differences between Rindou and the man that was standing at your door.
This couldn't be anyone other than Ran Haitani.
No amount of time and separation could make you forget those violet eyes of his that you saw in your everyday life. The same eyes Haruki had that he got from the man outside your door.
You couldn't even find it in you to gasp or let out any sound as you stared at his appearance.
A fancy suit, and a tie adorning his neck, similar to the one his brother was wearing days ago.
Ran's hair was short, much shorter than you remember it being. It was gelled to the side—but looked rather messy, and his pale skin was still as clear as day.
" Someone's at the door?"
Chifuyu's voice had you slowly pulling away from the peephole. For a moment, you contemplated answering him. Wanting to keep quiet so Ran Haitani on the other side of the door would think that no one's home.
But at the same time, you did not wish to draw attention to Chifuyu, and appear panicked and startled.
You shrugged at him as he slowly approached you. " Yeah." You settled on for an answer.
" At this hour though? Are you expecting them?"
You were sure that Ran Haitani knew you were present now.
Knock, knock, knock.
It wasn't firm knocks anymore, and now it sounded like he was using his finger to knock rather than his knuckles.
You shook your head, letting a nervous laugh fall from your lips as you looked at Chifuyu. His brow was raised at you, blue eyes darting between the door and your figure. It was almost as if he was questioning what you were going to do.
" I'm sorry, it's just a really old friend of mine I guess." You whispered with a lopsided smile.
" I'll speak to them outside so I don't wake up Haruki."
Chifuyu smiled at you, angling his body to the side. " Okay then. I'll be in the kitchen."
You nodded as he walked off. With a deep breath you opened the apartment door, stepping out immediately.
Your rash footsteps practically forced Ran to back up from the door with haste. Your presence being forced in front of him as he realized he was not coming into your home space.
It was quiet, your eyes darting around the empty hall before falling on the taller male.
