cw: you tutor ur classmate baji, this is aged up ofc in uni or smth
a/n: no plot
“come on baji, what’s the answer for number 9?” you pressed, teasing lilt in your voice. bring up a hand, you caress his messy hair, pushing it to one side and exposing his flushed neck to you. the contrast between your gentle hands and lips against his neck, versus your hips harshly pounding his hole, fucking him so deep and good; baji was whining, his hands barely grasping the pen as his whole body jerks from the force of your thrusts.
“d-don’t know! i dunno, fuck, i w-wanna cum,” he blubbered, mind so hazy from arousal he couldn’t even read the question on the paper.
you sighed, “you know you can only cum if you pass this test within 20 minutes, come on there’s only 2 questions left.” you slowed your hips down, dragging your cock in and out his sopping hole at a snail’s pace and letting baji gather himself a bit, before grasping the pen again.
but try as he might, all he could think of was the feeling of your cock stretching him out. god you felt so delicious in him; baji could fuck himself on your cock all day. if it weren’t for this stupid test or the damned cockring you’ve put on him, he would beg you to make him cum again and again, show you just how much he could take.
fuck, fuck! you grazed a particularly sensitive spot in him, cock rubbing against it torturously slow as baji’s hips stuttered, the cockring preventing him from cumming right then and there.
whimpering, his grip on the table tightened as he scribbled a random answer on the question, sharp canines almost breaking the skin of his lips. reaching out a hand, you drew a red ‘x’ on his answer, “wrong again baby,” you murmured into his ear, gently rolling his earlobe between your teeth, before landing a sharp slap on his plump ass.
baji jolted and cursed under his breath, he wasn’t exactly in the state of mind to be keeping score, but if he ever wants to be able to cum now he needs to get at least a 5/10; or he’ll be fucking his fist tonight.
gathering the last bits of his sanity, baji read through the last question; thankfully it was about a topic you recently went through with him. skimming through the answers he jots down the answer he thinks to be correct, impatience taking over.
a smile crept up your face seeing his final answer, “that’s correct babe, final score-” drawing a tick mark on his paper, your other hand already wrapping around his poor neglected cock. “five out of ten marks.”
baji moans in relief, flopping forward on the table as you pulled off his cockring and resumed your previous pace. spitting into your hand, you begin pumping his cock, matching the pace of your hips as baji moans into the table. resting his cheek against the desk, mouth hanging open and drool beginning to leak out as his eyes rolled back.
twisting your hand around the tip of his cock the way you know has his knees weak, his hole sucking in your cock so desperately and it’s not long before he’s on the verge of his orgasm, pressure built up from the cockring about to overflow.
curling his fists, baji cries out as his cum spurts out, coating your hand and dripping onto the floor. fucking him through his orgasm, you pressed kisses down his back, occasionally nipping his skin and leaving tiny bite marks. “you did well today baji, good boy.” still panting from his orgasm you let him rest against the table before cleaning him up.
now sitting at the edge of his bed, he watches you grab your things—already leaving right after you fucked the life out of him. would it kill you to stay a while? i guess that’s what you meant when you said ‘business relationship’.
tw: impact play, baton fucking (ran gets fucked), cum eating (literally like one line), dom reader, sub ran
wc: 1.5k~
a/n: maybe i have a thing for using peoples’ weapons against them 🤔 no plot, plot hard :/ might be a little ooc sorry rkfkdj
minors dni
“Ran if you don’t stop swinging that baton in my face I’m gonna shove it up your ass.”
“Oho is that a promise?”
“Only if you want it to be baby.” You shot back, batting your eyes dramatically.
Honestly, you’ve thought about it. The way he swings the baton around with his infuriating smug smile. You want to just take it and use it on him instead, wonder what kind of face he’ll make then. Will his eyes roll back? Mouth hang open? God you want to know. You want to break him.
And that’s how Ran ended up naked in your bed and on all fours. He wiggled his ass at you, “Please be gentle it’s my first time.” You can just hear the fake pout in his voice. Twirling his baton in one hand, you give his ass a few tentative taps.
“Sorry baby, but you’ve been very naughty lately. I think a little punishment is in order first.” And without warning, a resounding slap echoes in the room as the baton lands its hit against the plush of his ass. “You’ll receive 10 spanks. That was one, count.”
Ran let’s out a small gasp, lurching forward at the impact. “O-one.” You observe him carefully, although impact play has been brought up before and he didn’t seem averse to it, you still wanted to be cautious.
Rubbing your hand over the now red spot, you land the next hit right above the mark, lighter than the first. Slap.
“Two.” This time less shaky. Slap. Slap. Slap. Now three in succession.
“A-ah…!” At this point, Ran’s cock was fully erect and leaking from the tip, it’s obvious this was turning him on more than he’s willing to admit. You run the baton over the spots you just hit, “Don’t lose count darling, or we’ll have to start over.”
“… three, four…” he took a breath, “five.” It was almost a whisper. You lean forward to where his head rested on the crook of his arm, “Good boy.” His cock visibly twitched at your words.
You move back to observe him; on his knees and elbows, cock hanging heavy between his thighs. The tip was flushed red and leaking precum onto your sheets. He looked cute. You would love to see his face though.
Slap. Slap. Slap. The next three again, this time on the other cheek. You almost didn’t catch the whimper that escapes him over the sounds of the slaps.
Running your hand over the curve of his ass in an attempt to soothe the redness, you check in with him, “How you feeling, Ran? Need a breather?”
The loud whine that he lets out surprises you. “No… don’t need a break…” He pauses for a while to catch his breath, “Need you to fuck me..! I’m so hard, please..”
“Then keep counting and we’ll be almost done.” God you could feel how aroused you’re getting seeing him fall apart just from spanking.
“Hnngh.. six, seven, eight.. please hurry...” wiggling his hips again, this time out of desperation to feel any sort of stimulation on his cock. Taking pity on him, you land the last two spanks quickly. “That’s nine and ten baby, you did so well.” You run your palms overs the spots that you hit to try to soothe it a bit.
“Now fuck me please ..!” Ran really was wasting no time, desperate for you to make him cum. You let out a chuckle, “Ok no need to yell, i’ll fuck you nice and hard with your precious baton.”
You pour out the lube onto your fingers and some onto his hole. “Need to prep you first, keep still ok.” He nodded dumbly, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as he feels your cold fingers press into his entrance. You almost wish you could record the sounds he makes as you begin to scissor your fingers to stretch him out.
“God baby you’re so tight.” his hips jerk at your comment. Unable to contain himself anymore, he tries to fuck himself against your fingers. You give his ass a warning slap, “Keep still or I’m leaving you here like this.” At that threat, Ran whimpers, hips immediately stilling.
Finally you decide that he’s prepped enough and lifted your head to check on him. Having given up on supporting with his elbows, Ran is now laying face flat against your bed, his lip now replaced by your pillow between his teeth, your sheets twisted in his hands, and the puddle of precum has grown considerably larger.
“Haha, you know you look really fucking sexy right now Ran. Seriously I wanna take your picture and make it my home screen so i can see it everyday.” You say as you lube up the butt end of his baton. He lets out a muffled whine at your words, he can’t understand how you’ve barely done anything to him and yet your words alone could make his cock twitch. He squeezes his eyes shut, as if doing so could hold off his impending orgasm a little more.
And without warning, you shove his precious baton into his lubed up hole. The sound Ran let’s out at the intrusion could almost be contended with a pornstar. Fully giving up on muffling his cries with the pillow, he opted to instead bury his face into your bed, hoping to salvage some dignity despite the whorish moans escaping him.
The sounds of his baton plunging in and out of his hole at the brutal pace that you set only served to expedite his orgasm. As you change the angle of your thrusts, the baton brushes a spot in his ass that has Ran’s back arching.
“Ahh! hhng..! Right there..! Please, fuck..!” He could barely form a coherent thought, let alone string together a full sentence. Ran’s mind was fully blank, he couldn’t form a single thought besides “I want to cum..!” He could feel his toes curling involuntarily and almost ripping your sheets from how hard he was pulling at them.
You watched your pretty boy absolutely fall apart and lose his mind. The sight alone could make you cum. Ran was close, his legs twitching uncontrollably. You reach between his thighs and grab his leaking cock. The sudden contact makes him whine and turn to look at you.
“Don’t worry baby, just wanna make sure you cum so hard you can’t remember your own name.” At that, you begin to pump his cock, focusing on the head where he’s the most sensitive.
Somehow Ran gets even louder, it was all too much; the baton hitting against his prostate every other thrust topped with your warm hand teasing the head of his cock.
“Fuuc- wanna cum wanna cum, please let me cum, please…!!” He could feel tears well up in his eyes, his body felt like it was lit aflame, needing to hear you say the words.
“Cum for me baby, scream my name.” Ran cries out your name, chanting it over and over again as he releases all over your hand. His warm cum spills over and stains your bed. You slow the pace of the baton and let him ride out his high, eventually slowing to a stop.
Slowly, you let his body fall over to lay on its side, letting him catch his breath. Deciding to leave the baton in for now, you reach over your cum-covered hand to his lips. No words needed, Ran obediently opened his mouth to take in your fingers, licking all over where his cum got on you hand. So obedient only after getting the life fucked out of him, you huff
“Good job baby, you did so well today. How are you feeling?” You press a kiss to his face, moving to then ease the baton from his now bruised hole.
“Heh, can’t believe you actually fucked me with my baton.”
“Can’t believe how much you liked it, I don’t know if you could hear yourself but you were begging me to fuck you,” you shot back. Ran flushed, “Shut up.” Not having the mental capacity to come up with a snarky response to that. You smiled in silent victory, “Could you head to the guest bedroom, I still have to clean up here. i’ll be right there, promise.”
After throwing your soiled sheets into the wash, you grab some soothing lotion and head to the guest bedroom. As you began to run the lotion over the reddened spots of his ass, Ran stirs awake. “Hey,” he whispers out, voice hoarse from earlier.
“Hey,” you whisper back, “Did you enjoy tonight? I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable or cross a line.”
After a beat of silence, you look back up to meet Ran’s face of disbelief. “I literally came so hard I was seeing spots, and you ask if you made me uncomfortable? Shut up and come here already, the beds too cold without you.”
You laugh heartily as Ran pulls you into his arms, “Mmm so you reaaally like being spanked, huh?” You didn’t need to see to know that Ran was embarrassed.
strapwarming w kazutora making him sit all pretty in your lap while he isn't allowed to cum <3
“shh, the movie’s starting babe! focus!” you beamed, wiggling your hips in excitement. yelping at the sudden movement, kazutora whimpered into the pillow he was hugging. how cruel. you looked so happy right now, is it because you’re watching a movie you’ve been dying to watch? or because you get to see him slowly lose his mind over the course of the movie, your strap balls deep in him? gritting his teeth, kazutora focused on the screen in front of him. just two hours.
oh, you were definitely driving him crazy. shifting him on your lap constantly, bouncing your legs such that he would be bouncing as well. safe to say, not even an hour in and the pretty pink panties kazutora has on were completely soaked with precum. tears were starting to well up in his eyes, his hole tightening desperately around your strap, just begging to be fucked properly. he bit down on the pillow, restraining himself from crying out and pleading for you to just bend him over the couch and fuck him stupid, cute little skirt flipped up to expose his needy hole sucking in your cock.
it didn’t help that you could not keep your hands to yourself whatsoever; constantly teasing his inner thighs, stroking so close but not enough. and even letting them roam under his shirt, to his cute perky nipples, rolling them between your fingers. he was truly going insane, unable to even comprehend what the movie was about.
kazutora’s body was becoming oversensitive, trembling at every touch, and by the time the credits were rolling he could barely speak. laying him on the couch, you praised “you did so well, baby, now let me show you how proud i am of you.”
one hand clutching the pillow and the other your hand, kazutora could only communicate in whimpers, mind far too gone to even string together a coherent sentence. you thrusted into him over and over, with his legs pushed up over your shoulders, unending praise falling from your lips as kazutora feels the knot in his belly snap. steaks of cum spraying out between your bodies, his mouth open in a silent moan as his body tensed.
“how do you feel?” you pressed a kiss to his lips, pulling out from his hole. nodding weakly, kazutora’s grip on the pillow finally loosening. “that’s good baby.” you smiled cheekily, “so, you like the movie?”
god yesssss it’s probably just me but the uncontrollable urge to put small things into my mouth 😫😫 IDK IF ITS CONSIDERED VORE BUT LIKE if it’s tiny and cute i wanna put it in my mouth fksDNSKD
god inui’s so so pretty, his cock would be too, i just know it’s perfect looking. you’ll be hanging out with him in draken’s mechanic shop while he works, and just talking about random things. and it somehow leads to sex talk, inui casually mentioning he’s never had sex before, let alone a blowjob. he didn’t think much of it, back turned to you as he continued what he was doing. that is until he feels your hands wrapping around his waist, “you know i can change that.”
inui stiffens, hands grabbing your arms but not exactly pushing you away; you could tell he’s thinking about it. “i don’t wanna force you, if you’re not completely comfortable than just say.” you reassure, beginning to pull away. but his hold on you tightens, turning around to face you he mumbles “it’s not that, i’m just… i’m, small…so,” his voice soft, eyes downcast and face red from the confession.
blinking owlishly, the surprise must have been evident on your face as inui sighs, turning around once again to face his workbench. but you were faster; quickly flipping the ‘we’re open’ sign to the other side, you grabbed his hand and dragged him into the back room. acting without thinking, you tugged his pants down, causing him to yelp in shock.
“w-wait i’m, um,” he stops you right as your fingers hook the waistband of his boxers, cheeks and neck flushed red. you nod, “i’m sorry, let’s take it slow. alright, baby?” baby. inui swallows a whimper, bobbing his head. massaging his hips, you lean in, allowing him to take a couple of breaths before capturing his lips in a heated kiss. his inexperience showing from the way his lips hesitates, trembling slightly as you begin you palm him through his boxers.
thankful for the table behind him, inui grips the edge, knees already getting weak from your touches. he soon pulls away from the kiss, already out of breath from the erotic scene. “you ok?” you check in on him, hand still keeping its pace, you could feel his precum seeping through the fabric.
“mhmm,” eliciting a whine from his as you reach to cup his balls. “n-need you, please.” what a good boy, you thought, almost doubting this was his first sexual encounter from how delicious he looks right now. getting on your knees, you pull his boxers down as you go, watching as his little cock spring up.
inui swallows nervously, he knew you didn’t mind but it was still embarrassing for you to see. but that all melted away as soon as you took his cocklet into your hand; spreading around his precum, you moaned at the sight, “god inui, how could you be embarrassed at this. such a pretty cock baby.”
not wasting time, you took his entirety into your warm mouth, sucking gently as your hand fondles his balls. crying out, inui nearly keeled over, the white-knuckle grip on the table was the only thing keeping him upright. moans tumbling out continuously as you begin to bob you head, lips squeezing around his length. determined to make sure he’s seeing stars, you focused on his tip, tongue flicking at the underside of his cock head.
suffice to say this was much better than anything he’d ever done, his orgasm racing towards much faster than he could think as your wet muscle massaged his virgin cock. barely having time to whimper out an “i’m cumming” before white ropes of cum were painting the insides of your mouth. standing up, you pressed a kiss to him again, this time mixing in his cum. whining slightly at the bitter taste, but still taking everything you give him. pulling away, you looked over your friend; eyes teary and still panting from his orgasm, his legs wobbly and using the table to support himself.
“you’re so fucking sexy inui, let’s find a proper place next time.” wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you winked at him before sauntering out the room, satisfied with your work.
Making Mikey ride you as a punishment because he’s a lazy bitch. He’ll be crying while bouncing on your cock/strap begging you to lay him down and fuck him. He won’t be getting that until he’s a good boy💕
he honestly can’t even fuck himself right when riding you, he tries but it just doesn’t feel as good plus he gets tired and starts whining. even worse if you’re not even paying attention to him, it’s the worse punishment for him.
when he finally breaks and apologises, he’d be crying and clinging onto you, promising to be good. deciding that mikey’s been punished enough, you hold his hips in place before thrusting upwards, fucking into him roughly until he cums all over, overwhelmed from the feeling of having his hole pounded <33
Kazutora shyly showing you his pretty pussy so you can play with it while you’re working because he knows you’re stressed. He’s so sweet😌
y’aallll pleaseee 😫
imagine him coming up beside while your working in nothing but one of your shirts and a pair of panties. he’d press kisses against the side of your face, slowly coaxing your attention to him. and when you finally turn to face him he’d shyly lift up the shirt, revealing the pair of crotchless panties he has on, and you can clearly see the slight glisten of his exposed pussy. he really seals the deal by turning around and letting you see how it looks from the back, purposely bending forward a bit to let you peek at his already wet cunt.
now how can you ignore your baby like that, putting on such a show for you. pushing away the stuff on your desk, you plant him atop your table, kneeling so that he legs are hanging off your shoulders while you lap hungrily at his delicious cunt. don’t even need to take off his panties he looks so cute in them anyway. slipping in two fingers, you fuck his tight hole while sucking harshly on his swollen clit 😩😩 definitely not letting him go until he’s cum at least 3 times.
cw: sanzu has a pussy, fingering, pussy spanks, mean reader, ruined orgasm, sanzu cries, incredibly self-indulgent
a/n: i’m always so mean to sanzu in all my fics, should i be nice next time? disclaimer: this is fictional, please take care of your subs
“ah-ah, haru did you know? i’m so curious… does the carpet match the drapes?” sanzu grits his teeth, cheeks burning at your vulgar question. to be fair, at any other time he’d be able to deflect it easily. too bad now isn’t any other time and instead you have him laid against the soft bedding, with a knee pressed firmly between his quaking thighs.
“shut the fuck up.” he pants out, already so worked up. you huff out a laugh, lips going back to sucking a harsh mark right over his pounding heart. with one hand pressing both sanzu’s wrists into the mattress, your other hand wanders down his toned stomach, fingers dancing around the button of his purple dress pants.
whining pathetically, he bucks his hips against your knee, begging for any sort of friction. you slap his inner thigh, “be good or you’re not cumming tonight.” his breath hitched at the sting, nodding dumbly at your warning. removing your knee, you scoot backwards, making space for yourself between sanzu’s legs.
“god look at you,” eyeing the dark spot on his pants right where his pussy is, you lightly traced a line through his pants. “didn’t even do nothin’ and you’re already drippin’ like a whore.” you sneered, landing a light slap over his clothed pussy.
sanzu yelped, eyes blurring in humiliation and yet he can’t help the way his hole clenched around nothing. “p-please, promise to be good, promise,” words slipping past his swollen lips, he bunched the bedsheets in his hands in an effort to be still for you.
“you better.” grabbing the hem of his pants, you dragged it down his quivering legs and threw them off to one side. now in nothing but his panties, sanzu feels his pussy throb in anticipation. the lacy white thong barely shielding his most private parts from your prying eyes.
“wow i guess the carpet does match the drapes,” you comment, whistling as you thumb over his pussy lips through the panties. sanzu gasps quietly, curling and uncurling his toes in an attempt to dispel the tension building in his core. you have a sickening talent for making him so worked up over nothing. “hurry… please,” he can only hope that you’ll be kind this time.
snickering, you can feel how wet sanzu is through the fabric. slipping a finger under, you drag it from his entrance all the way to his clit—collecting his wetness on your finger. he keens needily, watching through hooded eyes as you take your finger into your mouth, licking up his juices.
“tastes so good baby,” you whisper, lowering yourself down until you’re hovering over his clothed core. humming quietly, sanzu lifts his hips slightly as you finally rid him of the last piece of clothing and exposing his pretty pink pussy to your hungry eyes.
you push his legs up, making him hold them open for you as you push past his folds and run your fingers over his slit before finally pushing them into his throbbing hole. sanzu hisses, he feels your fingers so vividly inside him, pumping and scissoring him open. his head is so fuzzy, hands squeezing his thighs as he tries to fight off his impending orgasm. wanted to last as long as possible, you rarely, if ever, paid this much attention to him.
but you were just too good at this, your fingers feel too good inside him. stretching out his sopping pussy, you massaged his walls and curled them at just the right angle that has his back arching and filthy moans falling from his lips. every stroke bringing him higher and higher as his nails dig deeper into the flesh of his thighs. “look at your greedy pussy sucking my fingers in, you just can’t get enough can’t you?” your dirty words shooting straight to his core, face growing unbearably hot.
“w-wait! slow down, ‘m not gonna las- ah!” sanzu choked, words getting caught in his throat as he felt a sharp slap right on his swollen, neglected clit. “first you tell me to hurry and now you’re telling me to slow down? make up your mind bunny, you want it fast or slow?” another slap, your fingers catching his sensitive nub as an electric feeling shoots through his veins. and all sanzu could respond with was whimpers, pussy clenching tightly around you as you continued your pace, fingers sliding easily in and out of his needy hole. squeezing his eyes shut, he could feel hot tears burning the back of his eyes, ‘s too much, he was gonna cum so fast. the coil in his belly reaching its limit, he could already feel the white hot pleasure.
“or slow down like this?” it was so easy to tell how close sanzu was. pretty baby is so responsive, even if he never says anything—his body giving it away. the intervals between each squeeze of his walls shortens to almost nothing, his thighs begins shivering uncontrollably and you know he’s on the verge of his orgasm; but you felt mean today. pulling both your hands from his body, you watch his body convulse, pussy squeezing around nothing as you steal what could have been a mind-bending orgasm.
“ahh, fuck! no!” wailing, sanzu squirms, it felt like an orgasm but not at the same time, you ruined it. tears falling freely now, he sobs out, “no! please please please! i was good, i wanna cum please!” reaching for your hand, he attempts to press it to his clit again.
but before he could, you move out of sanzu’s reach, laughing as you stood up off the bed. “but you did cum didn’t you?” god you loved seeing him like this, tears streaming down his face and his pretty pussy all red and swollen. “sorry, but i’m too tired to go another round, next time maybe?” grabbing your belongings, you give a half-hearted wave and before sanzu even catches his breath you’ve already left him all alone.
grabbing a pillow, he screams in frustration into it before throwing at the door that you just shut. a fresh set of tears welling in his eyes as he recalls how you’re always so mean to him. how you never pay him any attention and when you do it’s always over before he knows it. and yet sanzu can’t help himself, can’t help dolling himself up and parading himself in front of you in hopes to catch your eye. can’t help hoping that maybe one day amongst all your possessions, that he’d be your most prized.
cw: umm fluff and lovey stuff, ran experiences an emotion
a/n: the aromantic urge to write about romance ….. i’m sorry if it’s bad i’ve literally never felt it before LMFAO
over, under, over, and then over again. your fingers gently twisting the locks of ran’s smooth hair into his usual style. the colour changing from black to blonde, then black and back to blonde again as you make your way down his hair.
ran hums, eyes closed as he relishes in the feeling of being cared for by the person he loves. seated neatly on your vanity chair, he’s docile as a doll; not even a squeak from him as you work your way through his locks. honestly it worried you a little, usually he’d always have something to say. anything ranging from what he’d do today, to what he’d like to eat or whether he should play a prank on rindou. you observe him through your vanity mirror—a futile attempt it was, to decipher his thoughts through his expression.
silence with ran was only saved for moments where he’s contemplating something important. for when he hasn’t yet decided to let you know of what he’s thinking. tying the end of one braid, you start on the other side splitting it into three parts.
“penny for your thoughts, love?” eyes opening in surprise, ran turns slightly to glance at you. “not loving the silence? thought you always said i talked too much,” he quipped, insufferable smile adorning his lips.
maybe you should just undo his braids and go back to bed.
at your unimpressed expression, he chuckles, “heh, was just thinking,” trailing off, ran turns his head away and looks straight forward into the mirror.
his violet eyes traced the outline of your features in the reflection; your face, neck and shoulders, all the way down to your hands. everything about you, was so perfect to him. he could stare at you forever and always find something new to admire, something new to add to the list of things he loves about you. even now, just being near to you, he could feel each individual beat of his heart, so filled with love for you.
and with this impromptu introspection, an emotion so visceral floods ran’s mind and fills every inch of his body, as he begins to understand the depths of his affection for you. he blinks slowly, his outward appearance barely changing despite the whirlwind of emotion he’s feeling right now, almost knocking the air from his lungs.
you cock your eyebrow at his sudden pause, “go on?” you ask, completely unaware of his sudden epiphany. ran swallows harshly, gathering his composure he goes on.
“i was just thinking, that i should get a haircut.”
“a haircut?” you repeated, almost in disbelief that he was in such deep thought about a fucking haircut.
“yea, i don’t think i want this hairstyle in our wedding photos, maybe something more mature looking? maybe i’ll cut it real short and gel it to the side, get a different colour too, this one’s getting old.”
you barely registered anything that he said after ‘wedding photos’. your hands paused its movements, still trying to process his words. honestly he’s always dropping random bombs on you like that, it sounds almost like a joke.
you decide to just play along, not letting him tease you again, “oho i wonder how you’ll look with short hair, bet you’ll still look good—you always do.” you added the last part quietly, finishing up the end of his other braid. bringing both braids to the front, you make sure they’re even.
“should i change my hair too? maybe we can match,” you joke, laughing quietly. ran was not an emotional person, not by a long shot. but hearing your laughter brought a second wave of emotion crashing into him. he turns around on the chair, pulling you between his legs as he looks up at your smiling face.
cupping his cheeks in your hands, you lean down to press a gentle kiss to his lips, whispering an ‘i love you’ as you go. ‘i love you too’ is what he wants to say, but it doesn’t even come close to what he feels for you. and yet ran wants to say something—anything—lest the moment passes and he never finds the courage to say it again. he feels his heart pounding, an uncharacteristic anxiety tearing the edges of his mind. and suddenly it’s like the very first time he made known his feelings for you, and with nervousness lacing his voice he confesses.
“i’ve always loved you and i always will, but holy fuck i think i’m in love with you.” breathless, the words still lacked the depth he wishes to convey but ran isn’t worried, he has time. and in time he’ll show you; with his actions, with his words, with everything that he has, just how completely and irrevocably in love he is with you.
