#ran drabble

[anime-in-new-albion]

For a Wedding Cake ~ Ran Haitani

Summary: It was supposed to be a good day. But your ex-boyfriend is in your bakery and he's asking for a wedding cake. Surely, this can't end well...

Pairing: Ran Haitani X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Drabble

Word Count: 576

Warning: N/A

Masterlist

You knew it was going to be a good day when you took your apple pie out of the oven. It was flaky, golden brown perfection! You couldn’t help the self-satisfied smile as you placed it in the display case. Sure, things were slow at the bakery right now, but it was only the morning. Traffic would pick up in the morning, you were sure of it.

As you got to work on making some almond apple butter cookies, the bell above the front door to the bakery rang. You flashed a bright smile before it fell into a frown. What was he doing here?

“Aw, did you miss me?”

“Go away, Ran.”

“You should work on your customer service skills.” He tsked. “You’ll scare away all of your customers with that attitude.”

Rolling your eyes, you asked, “What do you want this time? I’m not making you some extravagant order on a ridiculous time schedule, just so you can complain again.”

He shook his head. “Nope, nothing like that. Just wondering if you can whip up a wedding cake in three months?”

You paused, taken aback. Sure, Ran was your ex-boyfriend from back when you were kids, but it still surprised you that he would ask you. I mean, you were frenemies but wouldn’t it be better if he went to someone else for this kind of request?

Nodding, you said, “Congratulations. I can-”

“Oh, no, I’m not getting married!” He assured you quickly. “It’s for Rindou. I’m just the best man, so I’m helping with some of the things on their list. The bride has had your cupcakes before and I said I knew you, so she asked me to ask you. That’s all.”

Well, that explained a lot. Again, you nodded. “Oh, right. Well, I think I can do something for the couple. Do they have any requirements or ideas to work off of?”

“Oh, um…” Ran fished a small notepad out of his pocket. “She gave me this.”

Scanning the list, you were pleasantly surprised. Wedding cakes tended to be either overly specific or way too broad. This couple had some concrete ideas with enough room for creativity. What they were asking for wasn’t going to be too much trouble on your end. It probably wasn’t Rindou’s idea though. He seemed like the way too broad kind of person.

“Yeah, I can do this for them. It’d be my pleasure. Just give me a date and time you’d like to pick it up and I’ll have it done by then.” You told him.

“Thanks Y/n! You’re a lifesaver!”

“I wouldn’t go that far.” You snorted.

There was a brief pause before Ran added, “You know, I am allowed to bring a plus one. If you want to come, that is.”

Again, you were caught off-guard. You were exes, as in past lovers. If you were to take a plus one to a wedding, you would take a current lover or a close friend. Not someone who you used to be romantically involved with. And Ran would have plenty of options. 

So why would he choose you? Were you really that special to him? It didn’t really matter either way. The whole situation was just odd.

However, you never could say no to those puppy dog eyes of his, could you?

With a sigh, you answered him, “Well, it’s three months away right?”

“Yeah. So you’ll think about it?’

“I’ll think about it.”

[mitsuyeaah]

misdemeanour.

— ran haitani x f! reader

cw: nsfw (mdni), thigh riding, light bdsm (handcuffs), roleplaying (police officer!ran), mentions of alcohol use, pet names (princess)

a/n: inspired by that one ran photo that’s circulating right now. he’s so hot istg (*´꒳`*)

the loud bass of the music reverberated throughout the entire house, feeling every beat of it thumping inside your chest. you navigated through the dimly lit living room packed with sweaty intoxicated bodies, some of them moving against the music dressed in varieties of different costumes.

your friend, rindou, had hosted a costume party for his birthday. of course, as innocent as it sounded, the activities within the walls of his house were a complete contrast. It was wild to say the least. beer pong outside their lawn next to a keg stand, people doing shots at the kitchen island, couples making out somewhere private, people dancing in the living room, and more.

you were amongst the people doing some shots in the kitchen. your throat burned at the sensation of the hot liquid going down—tequila—, face scrunching at the bitter taste of the liquid poison. a round the kitchen island, there stood some of your close friends, rindou included.

there was one particular man that caught your eyes. The one standing right across you, dressed in a navy blue police officer uniform, topped with a police hat. his long two-toned hair were secured in two braids that cascaded down his chest. you noticed how the two of you seemed to always accidentally make eye contact amidst the chaos inside the kitchen. hisamethyst eyes lingering on yours a little too long before he looked elsewhere—you swore you could see a slight desperation in them. like he wanted something.

rindou had introduced the man earlier as his older brother, ran. he was indeed a gentleman, going even as far as extending his hand to shake your own.

throughout the entire time you were doing shots in the kitchen, you and ran had about more than 5 wordless exchanges through eye contact. you weren’t complaining though, he was very easy on the eyes but you just wished he approached you. “i’ll be right back! i need to go to the bathroom!” you yelled over the music, leaning over the table to let everyone know. “okay, you better hurry! we’re starting another round soon.” rindou yelled back.

you exchanged one last eye contact with ran, this time mustering up a small smile before leaving for the bathroom. you messily made your way to the bathroom, your head slightly spinning from the tequila shots. you managed to make it safely to the bathroom without tripping over anything or anyone by grabbing the walls for support.

after doing your business and washing your hands, you looked at yourself in the mirror and fixed your appearance—noticing how the strap of your costume had slipped off your shoulder. if you were being honest, this devil costume you had on was half-assed. only because you didn’t bother buying a new one and instead wore the only costume you already had.

you cupped your cheeks and let out a sharp exhale, feeling the burning temperature of your skin due to the amount of alcohol in your system.

you closed the bathroom door behind you but before you could even take a step, you found yourself trapped between the door and the man you’ve been eyeing all night, ran. the back of your head rubbed against the cool surface of the door as you craned your neck to look up at the tall man.

he was indeed more beautiful up close. little specks of dark purple scattered around his lavender irises. his soft pink lips looking a little too tempting. “o-oh! sorry! did you need to use the bathroom?” your breathing became uneven as you held his gaze, waiting for his answer.

he gave you a saccharine smile as he let out a soft hum that only you could hear. ran shook his head ‘no’ and leaned in closer to your ear. his scent engulfed your nose, it was sweet yet musky, just how you liked it. “you’re under arrest for a misdemeanour for being too fucking hot..”

your breath hitched. you could feel blood rushing to your cheeks as his hot breath ghosted over the side of your neck, causing goosebumps. “wha—” “nuh uh.. place your hands in front of you like this.” ran jutted his hands out between you two, both his hands securely intertwined with one another.

doing so, ran skilfully secured your wrists together using the metal cuffs that hung from his belt loop. you slightly shivered at the cool sensation of it against your burning skin. before you could do anything, ran hooked a thumb on the chain that connected the cuffs and tugged your wrists above your head.

your hands were now bound over your head, resting against the door behind you. with one hand securely locking your hands above you, his free hand grabbed the baton, the tip of it resting below your chin to jut your face upwards.

“you think you can just walk around my house looking this delicious?”

you rubbed your thighs against one another, yearning for some kind of friction as you looked into his eyes. the desperation in his amethyst eyes mirrored your own.

ran noticed this and clicked his tongue. he swiftly pushed your feet apart to spread your legs and tucked his knee right at the apex of it, just where you wanted him. your breathing became erratic, your head spun at his strong scent, and you were wet.

how embarrassing, he hasn’t even done anything to you yet.

“sorry..” that was all you could mutter. at this point, your mind was going absolutely crazy, you partially blamed the alcohol for it. ran clicked his tongue once again, “you’re going to have to do better than that.. princess.” his lips ghosted over the side of your neck, tongue casually darting out to give a few kitten licks here and there.

you let out a shaky moan, not caring if the two of you got caught. no one probably even cared, they were all too wasted to do so.

ran chuckled against your soft skin, this time his lips fully making contact with it—brazenly sucking and licking at it, pulling more sounds from you. he absolutely loved how you responded to his mouth. a loud whine escaped your lips as he started grinding his knee against your clothed clit, skilfully moving it to increase your pleasure.

“oh fuck! aah—ran!”

you couldn’t help but move your hips against his leg. you wanted more. ran chucked his baton away and opted for using his hand to hold your chin up—his lips trailing wet, hot kisses toward your own. you almost melted right then and there at the sensation of his soft lips against yours, moaning at how desperately it moved.

ran didn’t shy from shoving his tongue in your mouth and moaning against it. fuck, it was filthy but it was so hot.

your knees buckled at this, a funny feeling running up your legs as ran keenly explored your mouth. good thing his leg was somewhat supporting you, if not, you were sure you would’ve fell to the floor.

everything was a haze. your mind spun, heart racing, ears muffling out the loud music, you were only focused on one person. ran haitani. as if reading your mind, ran finally let go of your wrists, the burning sensation in your arms dissipating as you dropped them back down. although, they were still bound together due to the handcuffs.

you grabbed onto the collar of his costume to keep yourself grounded, gripping the fabric in your hands until your knuckles turned white. ran pulled away to catch his breath, chuckling breathlessly at the way you craned your neck forward, chasing the presence of his lips.

“mmm, be a good girl and keep fucking yourself on my leg, princess.” ran groaned, cupping your warm cheeks to meet your gaze. you looked up at him as your eyes brimmed with tears, brows furrowed in pleasure as your clit rubbed against the fabric of your panties.

you desperately rut your hips, chasing the high that seemed impossible to obtain. “ngh! ran please..” you buried your face on his chest, whining. it was unsatisfying. every time you thought you were close, the pleasure suddenly disappeared and you had to start from the bottom again. it was your first time riding someone’s thigh and it frustrated you that you couldn’t reach your high.

“should i help my princess out?” he raised a brow, placing both his hands on your hips. ran bounced his leg and grounded your hips on his thigh, guiding it back and forth. you moaned against his chest at the sensation. the pleasure you felt from this was much greater, your clothed clit deliciously rubbing against his leg.

your whole body was slumped against ran. limp, helpless and at his very mercy. you weren’t even moving your hips anymore, ran took full control of it’s movement. he rested his chin at the top of your head, hands still carefully guiding your hips against his bouncing leg. “ngh—ah! shit..” tears of pleasure rolled down your cheeks as you shut your eyes closed.

you were so fucking close.

“that’s it, princess. you can do it..” you panted heavily as your sweaty forehead rested on his collarbone. you could feel the familiar bubbling at the pit of your stomach and the way ever single muscle in your body tightened.

ran noticed the change in your breathing, frequent short whines that ended in a small moan escaped your lips. “fuck, look at me when you cum.” with the energy left in your body, you lifted your head from his chest and looked up at him through your lashes—tears obstructing your view.

he cursed under his breath and brought a hand up, cupping your cheek and shoving his thumb in your mouth. you didn’t need to be instructed what to do, you swirled your tongue around his slender digit. moaning against the finger and you desperately sucked on it.

“such a naughty girl.. why don’t you cum for me? hm?”

you absentmindedly nodded at his command, your face contorting in pleasure as the knot inside your stomach finally snapped. ran removed his finger from your mouth and sealed the distance between the two of you, swallowing your moans.

your muscles stiffened and your eyes rolled back as you came, your fingers becoming sore form gripping at ran’s collar. ran didn’t stop moving your hips against his bouncing leg to ride out your orgasm.

fuck, you melted like wax against him. it was too good. ran shamelessly moaned into your mouth, mirroring the way you did to his own. several tears rolled down your cheeks as your cunt quivered in pleasure. you pulled away from the kiss, catching your breath, your panties soaked and uncomfortably stuck to you.

“fuck..” you panted

“mhm, don’t think i’m done with you yet, princess. let’s go take some shots for now.” he kissed your forehead and untucked his leg from underneath you, earning a slight whine from you.

“careful, princess, you might get charged more than a misdemeanour. the punishment is much more severe.” he leaned into your ear and kissed at the sensitive spot just below it before heading over to the kitchen.

© mitsuyeaah

[myakkun]

3:12 AM | HAITANI RAN

“truth or dare?” ran asks, and without missing a beat he’s already reaching for your shirt to tug you towards him. “i dare you to kiss me.”

“for the last time,” you groan, doing your damndest to sound at least half annoyed but the smile on your face ruins any and all attempts at that as you swat him away, “you have to actually let me pick or it isn’t fair.”

“life’s not fair, baby,” he quips back, like he was ready for it, and weasels his arms around you securely enough to tug you onto his lap. “now kiss me, you can’t back down from a dare. i don’t date wimps.”

“that so?” you level, arms instinctively winding around his shoulders as you give up a fight you know you were bound to lose. “guess we’ll just have to break up then.”

and it’s comical, the exaggerated gasp he lets out at you, like he absolutely cannot believe you would dare say such an atrocious thing. it has you giggling, biting the edge of your lip to muffle the bubbling sounds, and you blame your sleepiness and the time of night for it. ran pouts up at you, slants his brows.

“truth or dare?” he asks again.

“i didn’t even do the last one!” you snort, eyes crinkling at the corners as you smile at him. “besides, it’s not your tur—“

“i dare you to marry me.”

the laughter cuts off instantly, dying in your throat as you freeze. you stare at ran with wide eyes, mouth dry as you try process what’s happening, if you really heard what you think you just did. you shift a little on his lap, loosen your arms from around his neck just slightly.

“that’s not fair,” you mumble, so low you’re afraid it might just get lost between the two of you, because you’re not sure what else to say.

ran squeezes your thigh, then your waist, until finally sliding his hands up to cup your cheeks and bring your face so close to his own that you’re inhaling each other with every single breath. the playfulness is all gone, the teasing and taunting no longer present. in his eyes it’s just ran, in the way you love him; pure and blatant and genuine.

“c’mon, baby,” he whispers. his nose brushes lightly against yours. “don’t be a wimp.”

it was just supposed to be a silly little game, one you admit that you never really expected your boyfriend to play properly in the first place but at least follow the basic rules, as you tried to wind down and finally go to sleep. some dumb fun between the two of you as you sat hardly awake in bed.

but now, as you lean in to press your lips to ran’s, muttering out a ‘i’m not a wimp’ into his mouth before sealing it off, well.

you think it’s okay that he doesn’t play fair.

reblogs appreciated <3

[dottores]

3:19 AM | haitani r.

haitani ran x fem!reader

summary: your boyfriend comes home late and hurt after a long night out

warnings: fem!reader, unedited + written on my phone, prob lots of errors, petnames (doll, babygirl)

wordcount: 1.5k ish

“you’re late.”

three hours late, to be exact. ran had told you he’d be back at midnight the latest so at the very least he could give you a kiss goodnight before you fell asleep. your schedules rarely matched up—with his business taking place during that latest hours of the night and you having to be up early in the morning for classes—but he always at least tried to lay with you before you slept for the night, knowing you couldn’t sleep well without him. and he was always sure to be with you on nights before big exams for you.

like tonight.

except tonight.

“i know, i’m sorry,” and you knew he was, you could hear it in his voice and you knew it wasn’t his fault—his work was unpredictable and dangerous but he always did his best to come back to you.

“it’s okay,” and it was.

even if you could smell the smoke and alcohol from all the way across the room.

you sat up in bed, blinking blearily from your state of half-sleep, looking across the room toward where your boyfriend was standing, unbuttoning his shirt—struggling to unbutton his shirt.

your brows furrowed, eyes narrowing trying to do understand what was going on through your half-hazed mind.

he’s hurt?

“ran?” you asked quietly, taking in the red-stained white button-up that you could barely make out through the dark, the way he was tensing and letting out soft hisses every time he moved. “ran, what happened?”

ran turned his head to look at you, a wince decorating his pretty face and you forced yourself out of bed when you finally caught sight of the dark bruises decorating his chest and face, the blood smeared across his skin.

“doll, lay back down, i’ll come join you soon,” ran’s voice was rough and you shook your head.

“ran, don’t ignore me, what happened? i thought you were going to a club with rindou and sanzu?” you ignored his words, nightgown slipping off your shoulders as you rushed toward him, nearly tripping over the bedsheets your legs tangled in.

a wry smile tugged at his lips as you approached him, hands cupping his face gently, thumbs tracing over the bruises marring his cheekbones. he leaned his face into your hand, pressing his lips against your palm, “we were, had some unexpected guests. they got the jump on us, unfortunately.”

“the blood, is it yours?” and maybe it was a dumb question, but you were still tired and ran was always patient with you. so all he did was take one of the hands cupping his face, covering it with one of his as he tossed you a wink.

“some of it, yeah,” and his grin remained but the look in his eyes was pained and your lips trembled as your gaze trailed down his bruised abdomen, one hand slipping from his face to trace down his chest over his tattoos and the blackened bruises.

“you should go to a hospital, ran,” and it was a stupid comment. you knew better than anyone that bonten did not have the luxury of hospital treatment unless they wanted to find themselves in a prison cell the moment they stepped out of the hospital.

ran ignored the comment, instead leaning in to press his lips to your forehead. your eyes fluttered shut, a shaky breath escaped your lips.

“babygirl, please go try to get some sleep, you have an exam tomorrow,” he murmured, bringing one of his hands to the back of your head, toying with your hair.

“fuck the exam,” you said, blinking back the tears stinging your eyes because you hated seeing ran hurt, you had only seen him hurt once before and it hasn’t been half as bad as this. “you’re hurt, ran, let me run a bath for you and then we can lay down, okay?”

ran let out a deep sigh but you didn’t give him a chance to argue, your fingers intertwined with his and you gently tugged him in the direction of the bathroom, squinting as you flicked on a set of lights.

you let him lean against the bathroom sink as you kneeled to run the hot water, fingers shaking as you glanced back at him through the mirror, watching him struggle to remove his slacks.

in the new light, the blood and bruises were all the more visible against his pale skin. he looked weak and haitani ran never looked weak. he was always larger than life, always the protector, always one to hide his vulnerabilities and now-

your throat was tight as you rose to your feet, making your way back over to him, kneeling down in front of him to help him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.

“i can do it,” ran’s voice was probably harsher than he intended, strained from the pain, from humiliation. ran despised showing weakness, even to you.

“please let me take care of you for once,” your voice wavered, looking up at him with grit teeth, trying to hide the worry pooling in your gut because ran was always the one looking out for you, and his brother, and sanzu haruchiyo, and kakucho, and he never let anyone take care of him—not while he was hurt, not while he was sick, and especially not when he was upset.

and he only watched you, lips flat and pressed together tight, and for a second, you really thought he was going to deny you. but then his gaze averted and both of his hands fell to his side, silently giving you permission to help him take off his pants.

ran was uncharacteristically quiet as you unbuckled his belt and slipped his slacks down his thighs, helping him pull his shoes and socks off before having him lift his feet to take off his slacks.

you bit your bottom lip, fingers tracing the tattoos decorating down his left thigh and the ugly yellow and green bruises surrounding them, gaze lifting to abdomen and the even uglier colors decorating his skin.

his ribs are broken.

“c’mon,” you said quietly, taking his hand in yours and rising to your feet again, leading him over to the now full tub. his face twisted into one of pain as he lifted a leg to step into the tub, a low hiss escaping his lips as he sunk into the water.

sitting on the edge of the tub behind him, leaning down to kiss the top of his matted hair, bringing your fingers to trace his shoulders. his body relaxed into the water and into your touch.

“you should go rest,” he murmured, “thank you for running the water for me.”

“i’m not leaving, c’mon, let’s get your hair washed,” you said.

“i’m not a child,” ran protested half-heartedly, but even as he spoke, he was relaxing into the feeling of you wetting his hair, gathering shampoo to massage it into his scalp.

“i know,” was all you said in response as you leaned down to press your lips to his shoulder, nails scratching his scalp, lulling his eyes shut.

reaching past him to grab a wash rag, you watched as the clear water began to tint pink from the dried and fresh blood staining his skin, swallowing thickly as you took another glance at his torso.

“you don’t have to do this,” ran said.

“i know,” you repeated, “i want to.”

from behind him, you watched his jaw clench, grip tightening on the edges of the tub, upper body tensing.

“ran,” you sighed, and it was all he needed to relax back into your touch, and you let out a soft breath, wrapping your arms loosely around his shoulders, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

“do you…” ran began and you hummed into his neck, “can i close my eyes for a bit?”

and you could hear the exhaustion in his voice and you could practically see his eyes drooping shut just from his tone. you smiled against his skin, pressing a soft kiss to his neck.

“of course,” you said quietly, “‘ll take care of you, ran. get some rest.”

-

taglist: @touyasghosty @kennyb0y @portfolio-of-dreams @devinsdaydreams @sano-obsessed @rxmera @sugusshi @haitanihime @adeptiixiao @kageyama-i-want-tobiors @crackheadwithtoes @zuuki @hanmascult @4leafcloverwithawhitecraneforyou @hollypastl @kazufuyusluv @imkumichan @meena-in-a-nutshell @aces-high @obsessiontoanime @thevillagehiddenintheinternet @marism @prettyiolanthe @whydohumansss @rinsie @blvebcrry @r-xochitl @chaoticwh0re @chifuyuslilkitten @wakasasucker @shigsprincess @lundabean @crown5 @savagemickey03 @keijisprettygirl @novaresque

[gojowned]

RAN HAITANI. — dumbification

NSFW minors dni, a silly little thirst, the name bunny my fault g, pretty girl and other feminine terms, uh idk yk dumbification if you couldn’t tell.

ran who doesn’t love easily. he’s above that, and even more so it just disinterests him. he’s not really a caring guy, much less is he overtly emotional, so romance has always displayed itself as a chore over anything else. but when he does love, he feels stronger than anything about him. because you’re not just you, you’re his. his girl, his thing, his pretty, dumb little baby.

ran who learns how much he likes having you depend on him. he knew he would like the power play that love would give him, but he didn’t theorize he would actually like the dependency you form on him. he likes when you come to him crying about someone being mean to you and he likes taking care of you, he likes when you tug at his arm when you’re really tired, and he really likes when you argue horribly with him pretending you’re any smarter than him.

ran who loves it when you come at him harshly, blunt and mean with your cutest little attempt at being tough. he watches you with an amused grin, asking you ‘is that so?’ whenever you say something about him, genuine or not.

and ran who loves to fuck the inhibition off your lips. he stuffs his fingers into your mouth, letting you gargle on them when you lose comprehension due to how many times you’ve come apart on him for the night. his expression stays the same, noting and casual and horribly in awe of you.

ran who asks you if you still have something to say after he watches your eyes lose any sense of self at the way his cock hilts inside of you. he removes his fingers from your mouth, dips his head down sideways and holds his ear up close to you, patiently awaiting your response. and his grin— his small, slightly tweaked grin he often adorns, grows just slightly when you can’t properly respond.

ran who teases you whenever he fucks you stupid because he just can’t help himself. “sorry, bunny, you’re gonna have to use your words. you can still do that, right?” “my sweet girl can’t think of anything other than dick, can she? just a pretty little idiot.” “what a mindless little pet you are for me— reduced to nothing but a toy.”

ran who doesn’t feel remotely competent until you’re hopelessly drooling when he fucks you. he wants— needs— your mind cloudy. he’s assured in the fact that you love him, he’s not the type to worry you don’t, but his cock twitches when he sees you like this. he almost turns discombobulated when you let yourself go like this, when he can physically see the way your brain shuts off just from him touching you.

ran who loves hearing you babble when he’s pushed you absolutely stupid. it urges him on harder, farther, deeper whenever you try to voice how good he feels, how much you love how he makes you feel, and you can’t even do that.

ran who is so obsessed with how he turned his loving, witty girlfriend into a senseless breeding bitch, brain leaking from your pussy, body helpless and his.

[dr4kenlvr]

Hellooo Nana, I hope you're doing well and as always I love your writings <3

For the ask game, may I request for this prompt: A character hugging their lover from behind, snuggling their head into the crook of their lover's neck with Ran Haitani🥺

It's alright if the ask game is close, anyways I hope you have a good day ahead!

YOUR PROMPT: ran haitani x "a character hugging their lover from behind, snuggling their head into the crook of their lover's neck"

a/n: hi hi you're not late ^^ thank you so much for your kind words and for participating !!

you've always loved to admire the view at your's and ran's shared penthouse. it was absolutely gorgeous; the flickering city lights, the tiny people walking along, and the mellow sounds of the cars below. so far up you are, you could only hear the hollow blur of the warm air around you. nothing else, and for a moment or two, you feel one with the wind.

"what's on your mind, love?" ran—with a voice as velvet as ever—leaves a wake of tingles in his touch, dragging his fingers along the curve of your hips. his height causes him to have to lean, in order to place a small kiss on your nape. he smiles when he feels you reach towards your back, to pull him closer towards you.

you hum, 'nothing,' you don't say. but it's true, you're not really thinking about anything at this moment. you're simply basking in the perfect night, and now, him. to your response, ran hums back. he shifts his face, to snuggle his face into the crook of your neck. "is that so?" he purrs, purple eyes twinkling, "well, i'm thinking about you."

[fairyfuyu]

once i saw that you rb that kinky prompt post, i had to jump on this shit. a poly w/ the haitani brothers pls ☺️! i’m a sucker for them 😔.

oh fuck

cw: pwp, poly relationship w/ haitani bros, oral (f receiving), hand job, cum eating... for sure unedited but please pretend that it is

!!! nsfw 18+ mdni !!!

Clicking the door shut behind you, you turned around and were faced with the radiant faces of your two loves across the room from you.

"Welcome home, sweetheart." In an instant, Ran was by your side, lithe hands shedding your coat for you and hanging it up; Rindou was right behind him, greeting you with a warm kiss.

"Have fun with your friends?" He asked, running a thumb across your cheek and gazing lovingly into your eyes.

You hummed in response, "I did. You two miss me while I was gone?"

"Every second." Rindou spoke against your lips before traveling along your jaw and neck, peppering light kisses along the way.

Ran was behind you now, hands grazing along your arms and gripping your shoulders as his brother kissed you. You let out a shaky breath, already feeling heat pool between your legs at the affection these two welcomed you with. Rindou fell to his knees before you, fingers featherlight against your bare legs just below the hem of your skirt. His kisses resumed on your inner thighs, and just as you were about to let out another strained whimper, Ran's lips were on yours, hungrily kissing you as if he's been apart from you for weeks, even though its only been a few hours. His lips were intoxicating, the way his tongue traced your bottom lip delicately before melding together with yours always managed to catch you off guard.

And then, Rindou placed an open-mouthed kiss to your covered pussy, groaning against the fabric at the taste of your arousal that had soaked through already. It didn't take long before he pushed the material aside and dove his tongue straight into your hole as deep as he could go, just so his cute little nose buried right into your fluttering clit.

"Ah, fuck," you moaned into Ran's mouth, your idle hands becoming restless; they instantly found the stiff bulge concealed by Ran's trousers, cupping his length and pulling a staggered groan from him.

He hastily rid himself of his belt so he could shove the clothing down and allow his hard cock to spring free. You smirked down at his pink dick, wrapping your small hand around his girth and swiping your thumb across the tip, smearing his precum all over.

His lips were on yours once more as you fisted his cock, swallowing every one of your moans as you got closer and closer to your high. Rindou's skillful tongue traced around your sensitive bud before he latched his lips around it, sucking harshly.

"Shit, Rin. I-I'm so close, baby."

He detached himself from your cunt for a brief moment, only to say: "Use me, sweetheart."

You wrapped one leg around his torso and caged him in close to your core, your free hand flying to his multicolored locks and grinding yourself against his face. Ran's cock now forgotten (but not for long), you desperately ground your cunt against his face, doing just as he told you; you used him as your own little toy to reach your orgasm, cumming all over his face with chants of praise. He drank up all you gave him, smiling against your wet folds and letting you ride out your high on his face.

Ran kissed you once more as you came down from your climax. "So good for us, baby." You gave him a smile, freshly drunk off your orgasm, and pecked his lips one more.

And this was only the beginning of the night.

send me a # and a character

[aruuq]

14. ”I can’t believe it’s Christmas Eve and I’m stuck in a snowstorm with you.” “There’s worse company.” “Doubtful.” Ran, gn!yn

Hiiii, tysm for requesting this bestieee <33 Whole ass event post here!

If anyone has ever told you that you would spend the most magical time of a year with Ran Haitani, you would have laughed them down. Your relationship hasn’t been on good terms since middle school and it’s obvious for anyone that you and the boy don’t like each other, duh, you despite each other so much and there’s nothing that would force you two to spend Christmas Eve together. Nothing but very sardonic weather.

“Hey, Y/N, move this pretty ass of yours and make me a coffee, please,” Haitani sneers, putting feet on a short coffee table, and it only makes you tighten your grip on a remote.

“Listen, you lavender boy. If you keep making jokes like this, I’ll be forced to kick this bony ass of yours, and I shall not do it. F’cking idiot,” you sigh, switching fastly between TV channels. Nothing pops up, a snowstorm blocking the signal. “And take your nasty hoofs outta my table. You’re disgusting.”

“Make me,” he giggles, stuffing his mouth with a handful of peppermint candies, and you almost throw the device in his direction.

“I can’t believe it’s Christmas Eve and I’m stuck in a snowstorm with you.” You check the time. Rindou’s late. He’s been supposed to take his failure of a brother several dozen minutes ago, but you assume it’s due to the weather conditions he has problems with arriving at your location. It’s all Mikey’s fault, you think, remembering all the documents he’s dumped on you and the older Haitani that you’ve had to finish completing them at your place.

“Oh, sweetheart…” The man continues, a sugary voice making the blood in your veins boil. “There’s worse company.”

You eye him down. His suit is all creased from all day of killing hard work, very bright, colorful, mismatched with the rest of the outfit, socks are dirty from the melted snow, his hair messy, a few strands sticking to his forehead. You click your tongue unintentionally, wrinkling your nose as you speak with disgust, “Doubtful.”