𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: He is annoying. He follows you around and keep asking you out. You hate him, he is violent and harsh but despite it all, you try out a challenge.
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff / ✮
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: minor languages
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: I've seen somebody blogging about how they want this kind of topic with South so I just had to do it, now that I'm in a good mood (kind of). Happy reading xoxo
Annoying grunts escape his lip upon hearing your same usual reply 'Tell me why do you keep saying no to me?' He persists and you roll your eyes at him 'Do I need to tell you the reason? I just don't like you.' You close your bag and leave him on the spot.
That guy's name is South. A random guy you met months back during your work hour - Actually, you met him the day before beating the heck out of someone. Ever since then he's been bothering you and keeps asking you out, on a date. But for one obvious reason, you declined every time.
You hate violence, in any form doesn't matter but you hate it, with all your guts and South is just violent and vicious.
You speed-walk to the bus stop upon hearing him irritatingly calls out for you. You screech on your steps hearing him holler at you.
'Stop following me.' You demand, and he chortles 'Why not? I want to date you.' You shake your head at the remark and run inside the bus once it stops.
You sigh in relief that he didn't manage to get inside, you see him yell for you to get back making you slightly laugh.
Somehow, you find him funny
The next day is just how you want it to be, no South and his annoyingly loud bike. You're serving food and beverages for the customers just perfectly but when your shift is about to end, the door chimes and he came. Of course, he cannot easily disappear.
'What do you want?' You deadpanned, one hand over your midsection, and giving him a knowing look 'Relax, gorgeous. I'm here as a customer.' He looks up from you to the menu board 'I'll have your most requested drink.' You type in his orders and give him the receipt along with the changes 'We'll serve you in a minute.' You give him one forceful smile as you watch him leave to his seat.
'South Terano!' You calls out and be glad that there are no customers occupied inside or that you'll scare them away by saying the infamous Rokuhara Tandai leader's name.
He takes the drink and gives it to you back 'And I give you that as your admirer.' He winks before he left the shop, whistling a tune.
You stare at the drink feeling flustered to your neck, you gasp putting the drink down and slapping yourself on the face multiple times 'Get yourself together, you idiot.' Once your shift ended, you left your workplace along with the drink.
A familiar bike entered your vision, South on the side of the road offering you a helmet 'Hop on, and I'll give you a ride.' You dismissed him right away 'No I'm fine.' You started to walk again but he stubbornly follow you behind closely 'Come on, don't be like that gorgeous, I'm tryna be nice here!:
You stop on your track yet again and glance at him 'I said that I am fine and please, stop being so nice. It doesn't suit you, at all.' He laughs watching you leave but still tailing behind like a puppy.
Once you reached the gate of your house, you finally turn your back on him again 'You can leave now, I think?' He smiles at you 'I'm still hoping we can go home together tomorrow, don't ya think?' You immediately said no.
'Just stop bothering me, South.' For a wink, you could see a glimpse of hurt in his expression but he shook it away 'You said my name.' You stayed quiet and he chuckles before he leaves the spot.
The last few weeks are you stressing over the tall giant about how he always insists on fetching you home but yet again, gets rejected? Today is no different, he'll follow around you with his bike until you made it safely to your house 'You know, you don't have to do all of this right? I'm fine.' You inform but he shrugs 'Who knows, one day you might change your heart and let me send you.'
You scoff and look away 'You really should stop bothering me.' The following words he said almost make your eyes fall out of their sockets 'Okay,' Did you hear that right? He agreed!
He waves at you before resounding his engine and fled away.
You stare at the spot he was at earlier before you went inside your house 'I'm home!' Silence. Of course, it's gonna be like this all the time anyway. Your parents are out for work leaving you alone in the house, to yourself.
You eat your dinner which is an instant noodle and a can of milk before you tread upstairs to your room to do work and fall asleep for school.
It's two days since you told South to leave you alone - he did. Two days and no sign of the gigantic male. No more of his annoyingly loud voice, his roaring bike, his sweet nothings when he spoke to you, or his quick remarks. A part of you is relieved that he's no longer here to bother with your work but another part of you feels empty. His loud noise used to fill your quiet surrounding but now it's gone back to square one.
A chime on the door jolted you up from your seat but it wasn't him. It was an old lady with a toddler. They ordered your cafe's most requested drink and now it makes you think of him, again.
How he bought this drink just to give it to you.
You serve them and after an hour they left, you let out a sigh of frustration and pack your stuff realizing that it's almost time to wrap up. The bell chimes one last time for the day 'I'm sorry but we're closing.'
'Oh, I'm not here to order.' The familiar voice almost makes you drop your belongings, and as you turn around you met with him. He's looking at you with his usual wide grin. 'Long time no see, gorgeous.' You almost smile at him but instead you scoff 'Yeah, as if.' He laughs at you 'I see the shop is shutting down. Going home?' You look down for a moment before nodding 'Yes, why?' You hope he would ask and he did.
'Cool, mind I send you off?' You get your bag and left the store, locking it 'I'll take that as a Yes.' He give you the helmet 'What about you?' He shrugs 'I don't need it.' He leap on his bike first with you following suit.
'Hold on tight,' You look at him, one brow forward 'What you mean-' He speed up the bike so suddenly that you almost flew from your place.
'Oh, my God!' You exclaim loudly, hands instinctively around his waistline hugging him tightly 'Slow the fuck down!' You yell and slap his chest multiple times but he laughs instead
The proximity between you two allows you to feel the vibration eliciting through his body once he laughs. You keep hugging - even tighter than before that your head about to bump against the back of his shoulder.
The ride home wasn't long and he finally stops. You dismounted from the bike took off the helmet and fix your hair 'Let me,' He messed up your hair making you hiss but he shush you before he gently put it back in its place and smiled 'There!' You glance at the mirror and smile to yourself 'Thanks,' You give him back his helmet and you stayed there not knowing what to say 'I'll go!'
He holds your hand with a smile on his face 'Come on, do you think I did it for free?' Your eyes widen making him laugh for the nth time of the day - night.
'What do you want?' Eyebrows cocking together as you wait for him to speak up 'Go on a date with me.' He casually said making you jump on your place 'Seriously?' He shrugs
You look between him and the road, contemplating. You give yourself an extended breath before you answer him 'Okay,' Well, it's not bad to try, was it?
He looks at you with his usual grin 'Great! I'll pick you up tomorrow!' He started his bike and waved off at you as you duplicate.
You rush inside your house feeling yourself hot all over. You did it. You are going on a date with South! A guy you hated - supposedly.
The next morning, you woke up early - extra early to choose your dress, not exactly a dress but a fit to wear. South did mention that this date is unlike the usual romantic date people have, he did say that he'll stroll around the city and go to his apartment. You disagree thinking of the possible worst ideas but he dismisses them. He said that he wants to show you something, something he's passionate about other than fighting. So you eventually agreed to it
You put your hair in two low buns and did some makeup to adore your face. After that, you put on the fit and lastly put on your New Balance sneaker.
It was nearly 3 when South picked you up but unlike the usual, he came with his bike but without the helmet per your request not to mess your hair up. You mount the bike behind him, adjusting it in place, and hug his waist before he started the engine and sped off.
You two ride around the city stopping by different places for food. He bought you ice cream, a soda drink, and fish-shaped taiyakis.
You two would sit by the road eating your lightt snacks before continuing with the strolling date.
It was almost five when he stopped at a house. It was big and similar to yours but maybe bigger. He turns off his bike before he hops off his bike and helps you on with it too.
You two strut inside his house to his room. It was quite big but it's dimmed. The room is painted in a dark navy blue color and it is spacious. The only thing inside is his bed, a walk-in closet if that counts, and an old piano.
He ushers you to follow him as he pulls out a wooden stool and sits on it offering you to sit beside him. His hand gently stroked the soundboards 'It's been a while!' He laughs pressing on one of the random keys before he aligns his hands on the boards.
'Hear closely.' He plays a tune, a gently melodic tune. It was vague and fast but it was calming too. His harsh but gentle pressing on the boards as he keeps playing the tune with his eyes closed and mouth gaping into a smile.
You watch him intensely but at the same paying attention to the melody. It sounds, tragic. After some point he stops playing and chortles once more 'That turns out very bad, isn't it?' You look at him still impressed by his performance 'That was - Decent. I don't know much about music nor classic instrument like this but I could tell that it was beautiful.' He grins at you giving you a pet on the head before he rejoins the piano playing yet another one.
You watch but after some time your gazes fall somewhere inside his room. His room is dark and clouded over. If depression is room, it would be like his but that one corner caught your attention. That one place where a rack is, placed right above the bed and a line of stuffed animals is neatly on it.
You almost couldn't believe it! This gigantic male over here, whom you - the civilians around here know as the brutal and vicious leader of the underground delinquent gang, Rokuhara Tandai is passionate about classical music and instruments, very skillful too but not only he also got bunch of cute stuffed animals and plushies as well?!
You laugh to yourself at the thought
Maybe he wasn't so bad himself.
You continued watching him play to the last and clap your hands once he was done. He turns over to you bowing as he laughs loudly 'I am so fucking cool!' He confessed 'Get over yourself!' You deadpanned making him snort.
You look back at him and the plushies feeling yourself smirking at the idea of exposing him 'Whatever you are thinking, I don't like it!' He honestly said before moving out of the room and you follow 'You are so cute having all the stuffed animals inside your room, who would know that you are such a baby, South!' He looks at you with wide eyes and pretends a scary stare making you, even more, worked out, and ended up laughing once more.
'Such a cutie!' You pinch his cheek, 'Says the one who had to tiptoe to reach my face!'
Synopsis: You're relentlessly pursued by the infamous blood-thirsty gangster by the name of South Terano, and you cannot figure out why he's so smitten by you.
Black Reader x South Terano
A/n: A while back, I did reblog a post and the OP explained they want to see a story like this, and I volunteered. This is my first time writing for South. Actually, it is my first time writing a slow-burn fanfic so let me know how it was. @sukunasbabymama Sorry it took so long.
Word Count: 7,270
Warnings: Mentions of brutal violence
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Rokuhara. An infamous bar located deep in the slums of Rio De Janeiro. On the outside, it looks like the typical run-down shack adorned with rusted shutters and somewhat rotted wooden door frames. That is not the case upon closer inspection of the establishment. Almost every night, many people are drawn to its walls, and it is not because of the cheap beer and sexy bartenders. Once getting past those flimsy entrance doors, and down the derelict stairs that seemingly lead into a dark abyss, a whole new world has been opened up.
Over a hundred Rio De Janeiro residents gather around where the real fun is happening. A makeshift boxing ring lay as the centerpiece of the basement. Spotlights shine down on it, illuminating dried-up blood stains on the material and a pair of violent men trading harsh blows with one another. Rokuhara hosts one of Brazil's most intense underground fight clubs and this is where you begrudgingly call your place of employment.
There is not much opportunity to flourish in your poverty and crime-stricken city, and being from a financially struggling family, moving somewhere else was not a feasible option. You’re essentially making the best out of your unfortunate home life though you find that serving bottles of liquor to drunk men who enjoy watching other men beat each other to a pulp is a much better job than selling your body as a prostitute which is also a common practice here. Also, the tips you earn are a lot more than anyone could imagine which does allow you to live slightly more comfortably than many other people in your area and have savings for when you eventually decide to call somewhere else home.
Essentially, every night between 10 pm and 5 am, you witness brawls between different gangsters from hoods across Rio and even other parts of Brazil. Your primary purpose is to prepare and serve drinks to the rowdy guests during these optimal hours and tonight is no different. Men and women alike crowd around the ring, yelling obscenities, and betting hundreds - sometimes even thousands - of Brazilian reals on the fighters. It is not the kind of environment you enjoy being in and seeing these unsavory individuals take pleasure in this savagery causes you to lose more and more faith in humanity. Again, you press forward as there are not many options.
After placing the bottle of beer on your tray, you way through the thick crowd of patrons and towards a small flight of stairs. It’s a relatively quaint platform that’s only reserved for the VIP guests of the establishment. VIP guests often include unsavory business Mongols, gang leaders, cartel bosses, and in this particular case, a man with a spine-chilling reputation as being the most brutal fighter of Brazil’s underground world.
For the most part, the patrons and fighters are all faceless and that even includes the regulars for Rokuhara; however, this particular individual is different. You know him all too well. Because of his massive height, he easily dwarfs everyone he comes across which adds to his intimidating aura. Although reluctant, you put on a brave smile as you approached the scary man, who is sitting quietly as he observes an ongoing fight. You vaguely make out a smug smile on his face while he leans back in his leather chair with his long legs manspreading, obviously entertained by the violence before him.
You can hear your heartbeat pumping in your ears once you’ve arrived at his table. Nervously, you set the bottle of beer down next to him, attempting to avoid eye contact with him.
“Here’s your drink, sir.” You muster out.
Quickly, you turn your heel and begin to walk away, but you did not get to make it far when you feel your arm being grabbed, preventing you from leaving. Looking down, you notice a large hand wrapped around your arm, though it was not tight enough to cause you any pain.
“What did I say about the formality, sweetheart?”
His deep voice sent shivers down your spine as you slowly turn around to face him. What you see is the man’s piercing yellow round eyes and his grin that is now being directed at you. He has blonde hair that is being kept in a bun and despite wearing a white button-down shirt, his Brazilian tribal tattoo design sticks out from the rightmost side of his chest and runs up his neck. It is not surprising that many people shake in fear when they are in the presence of this man. Sighing, you gently try freeing your arm from his grip.
“I’m working right now.”
You mumble but the man nonetheless heard your soft voice. He can see the uncertainty in your eyes therefore he hesitantly lets go of you.
“I told you this before. You don’t have to be so scared around me.”
He says with a tone of voice that contradicts his outward appearance. You can hear the gentleness in his deep voice in addition to slight concern. You’re still not at much ease as you are fully aware of what this man is capable of.
It is not the first time you have come face-to-face with him. In fact, you see him almost all the time either in Rokuhara as one of the fighters or in the streets of Rio De Janeiro taking on gangs of hoodlums. Each and every single violent encounter with this man always lead to someone being fatally or mortally wounded by him. His strength and violent streak easily triumph over everyone he comes across, and he is even not above murder if it means he keeps his dominion over others.
Despite your many encounters with him over time, you somehow end up unscathed. On the contrary, you are often on the receiving end of the man’s rare instance of friendliness. You’re still unsure why you seem to get special treatment from him especially since you know that he knows you aren’t fond of people like him. You’re seemingly the perfect victim for him to play around with and destroy but in reality, the man treats you almost as if you’re a porcelain doll. You can’t even recall a time when the man has even said something mean to you.
“I am working, South.”
You repeat, this time uttering his name with a bold expression. Your assertiveness is felt by the man named South who just takes a sip from the beer bottle you brought him. After feeling refreshed from the sip, he just nods and then says with the same gentle tone:
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” You quickly follow up.
Once again, you try leaving him to his drink, but what he says next stops you in your track.
“So have you decided on going out with me?”
An audible sigh past your lips before you swallow some of your fear. You turn back around to look South back in the eye.
“You asked me that at least five times this week.” You point out.
“Yeah, I know.”
Although you were anxious, you still proceeded to reject him in the friendliest way.
“I told you before. I am not looking for a relationship right now.”
South goes quiet, momentarily thinking over your response as well as his future response. There is no doubt in your mind that he is going to say that he understands how you feel and then reiterate his eagerness to take you out on a date. This has been the norm for the last few encounters you two had, and just as you predicted, he states:
“I get it. You don’t wanna date a guy like me who kills people for fun. It’s just you’ve been the only light in my dark world, and I can’t miss out on losing that light. I wanna keep you safe and happy, sweetheart.”
Desperation laces his tone; however, you’re unfazed by it. It is no secret to either of you that you find this man absolutely terrifying. You actually witnessed him at his most violent, and he knew you were there.
The sight of him punching a man’s face until it became a bloody pile of mush still haunts your mind, and South had the nerve to rationalize it by stating the man had ill intentions for you. You can’t deny that it was clear you were about to be attacked by the creepy man and South did come to your rescue but that does not change the fact that you saw the blatant enjoyment on his face. South claims he wants to keep you happy, but murdering people in your presence is certainly not how he should go about it. You’re mildly annoyed by his insistence but it obviously does not overshadow the fear you harbor for him. South can see it in your face. He can see you shaking with anxiety before you realized it yourself.
“South, I-”
You start to speak but a sudden uproar of cheering cuts you off. You’re then reminded of the environment you are in, seeing the crowd of people screaming and yelling as the match has reached its conclusion. South momentarily gets distracted when the winner gets announced, which gives you the perfect opportunity to slip away. He immediately noticed your retreat but just decides to take another sip from his beer.
You return to the bar to take a deep breath. For a moment, you did not realize that a group of people was waiting to place their order with you. One older man just clears his throat to get your attention.
“Ma’am?”
He calls for you though it was unusually quiet. Looking up, you see the faces of the people and you resume your work.
“Oh! I’m so sorry everyone! I’ll be more than happy to assist.”
You put on a brave face before proceeding with your duties as a bartender. You tried your best to fulfill each order promptly, but with the state that you are in and the time crunch you are on, it was inevitable that you made mistake after mistake after mistake. Though you are quick to fix these mistakes, no one bothered to mention them to you. You’re fully aware of how irritable people can get when their orders aren’t correct or when service is slow, so you expected someone to call you out. It did not happen, however.
Rio De Janeiro is a massive city but when it comes to infamous people like South Terano, words about them travel fast amongst the communities. That means your encounters with him are no secret. People noticed how differently his demeanor has changed when he is around you. Even a blind man can see how soft he is when it comes to you, and after everyone heard about him killing a man just to protect you, an unspoken rule was established. No matter what, nobody is allowed to bring any harm to you whether it be physical or emotional.
You did not realize just how much influence South has over your life. You’re off-limits for any and everyone, despite not having a single violent bone in your body you’re just as feared, and you unknowingly have dominance. It’s the reason why you can work in such a violent environment without so much as a single threat being thrown at you. In the eyes of the residents of Rio, you are South’s girl therefore you are being treated as such.
It took several minutes but you’ve finally finished fulfilling everyone’s orders and even made a sizable tip in the process. You take a moment to catch your breath, leaning on the bar counter and reflecting on your interactions with South. You know how dangerous he is. He’s a ferocious man who takes every opportunity to fight and kill. Not to mention his short temper which causes him to lash out at anyone who provokes him, but somehow, you’re his soft spot. You’re someone who brought light to his dark world but how? Where did these feelings for you come from? You nearly strain yourself trying to figure out why South is so smitten by you.
“Ma’am? May I have another bottle of Guinness?”
The same quiet man from earlier asks you, although he was nervous. Sitting up and presenting him with a smile.
“Of course!”
You answer back, grabbing another bottle of the requested drink from the refrigerator. After handing it to the man, you suddenly make a realization.
“That was the drink South ordered when we first met.” You think to yourself with a sigh.
Even before you two officially met, South’s name has already been circling around. Even before seeing his face for the first time, you knew just how dangerous this man is and when you two met, you felt your veins run icy cold.
You explicitly remember being behind the bar, cleaning up the dirty wine glasses. This night was any typical night with the rowdy patrons yelling obscenities at the fighters before them. It is a sound that you were starting to get used to since starting your job as a bartender. Almost immediately, everything went silent, and the atmosphere changed entirely, and you’re initially confused.
That is until you peer up and immediately see a massive man making his way to the boxing ring. He has a wide grin on his face as if he is thoroughly entertained by the fear that is radiating throughout the room. No one bothered to say anything as this man takes off his shirt, revealing his toned upper body and tribal tattoo. He indeed needed no introduction.
He stands opposite another man who presents a cocky smile on his face. Everyone is silent, too terrified to utter a single thing. You’ve heard countless stories about the destruction and chaos this man has caused since he was a child. South Terano: a name that strikes fear in the hearts of many and you’re no different. You had every reason to be afraid of him.
Finally seeing him in person feels like your nightmare has come true even though you should’ve expected that he’d make an appearance eventually. You do work at an underground fight club after all and all South does is fight so it was inevitable that he’ll show up. Too stunned to steady your breathing and shaking hand, you failed to realize the glass you were holding is starting to slowly slip from your grip.
Nevertheless, you watch as the fighters begin stretching as they prepare for their upcoming match. South’s grin never falters as he cracks his neck and due to the silent room, you heard every bit of the popping sound. With bloodlust in his eyes, he heaves out a breathy chuckle before stating with an amused tone:
“This is gonna be fun. You’re gonna regret challenging m--”
He’s suddenly interrupted by the sound of glass shattering on the floor. All eyes are on you as you stand motionless and embarrassed. The man’s grin dropped a bit upon seeing you struggle to gather your words to formulate a sentence.
“Sorry!”
You quickly shout before hurrying to a nearby broom. With the room still silent, everyone - including South - can hear your frantic sweeping. As soon as you’re finished sweeping up the broken glass, you’ve used the dustpan to take it over to the trashcan. Quickly, you opened the lid of the trash can before discarding the glass into it. Throughout all of that, the room was still silent save for the sounds of you cleaning up the mess.
Looking back up, you’re still the center of attention. The onlookers have fearful expressions on their faces while South remains to have his grin, amused by what he just witnessed. Overwhelmed with embarrassment, you just give an awkward thumbs-up before announcing:
“I’m finished!”
After that, you back away into a corner in shame which allows the match to officially begin.
Both fighters get into position and in no time, the referee signals for the match to begin with the sound of his whistle. Hastily, South’s opponent rushes to him and despite the obviously massive height difference, the man nonetheless reaches high enough to punch South in the face. The hit; however, only felt like a light touch to the large man who just laughs.
“Try again weak shit!” He taunts with laughter.
The smaller opponent grunts and then takes the opportunity to punch South again, this time on his abs but that hit was proven futile as well. In shock, he looks up only to find South’s prominent grin peering back at him. The man realized his mistake too late once the bigger opponent leans forward.
“My turn.” He simply says.
Before he knew it, he feels a punch that is equal to the strength of Hercules. That punch shatters his facial bones, resulting in the man stumbling backward and falling onto the cold and bloody floor.
“That’s it? You just wasted my fucking time!”
He yells before stomping the unconscious man’s chest, no doubt breaking his ribs and damaging his internal organs. A horror-stricken gasp escapes your lips due to witnessing his brutal savagery. That gasp did not go unnoticed by South who looks directly at you with the same amused grin.
“Did that scare you, sweetheart?” He directs his taunting to you.
You can feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as the terrifying fighter walks out of the ring and through the crowd of people. In no time, he’s at your bar, looking down at you as if you’re his prey.
“I asked you a question.” he reminds you.
Taking in a deep breath you respond sheepishly:
“Yes.”
“Don’t be scared. I won’t bite.”
South says as he reaches out to run his fingers through your hair. On impulse, you back away before his hand could make contact with you. You can hear audible gasps from the crowd when you rejected his advance. You can see the grin on his face drop ever so slightly, convincing you that it is your time to die.
The scary man just leans forward, resting his elbows on the counter as he checks out your body. He notices the way you nervously stand while also shaking like a scared puppy. Additionally, he notices your uniform perfectly accentuating your curves and the way your melanated skin glows from the basement lighting. Your e/c eyes look back at his yellow ones, nearly enchanting him.
“What’s your name?” He asks.
You think about his question for a few seconds, caught off guard by his sudden cordialness.
“Y/n.” You reluctantly answer.
“Cute.”
He simply says, showing a very subtle spark in his eye like he just realized something. The man just smiles more before requesting a drink.
“Guinness.”
Although you’re plagued with fear, you comply with his request. Immediately, you grab a bottle of the drink and hand it to him with a nervous smile.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” You muster out.
Everyone is still looking in complete shock at you two’s interaction.
Thinking back on that day, you even noticed that he was nice to you then. You think to yourself when did South actually start to have a crush on you, and you’re having a hard time understanding why. You live a very unremarkable life, you cannot think of many special skills you possess, and you don’t think you’re the prettiest girl in the world - let alone the city.
So what made him so infatuated with you? Are you the only girl he pursues? Why won’t he give up his pursuit? So many questions in so little time. You’re stressing yourself with all the overthinking, so you decided to take another deep breath, purging your mind so you can relax for once tonight.
That brief moment of relaxation did not last long, however. The noise from the crowd seizes almost instantaneously and the tension rises once again. At this point, you are already aware of who has decided to approach your bar without even looking up from your spot.
“Sweetheart?”
His voice pierces your eardrum like a spear. You can feel his presence getting stronger and his footsteps getting louder as he goes through the crowd of scared people. With the help of his long legs, he reached your bar in no time. The people that were already sitting there immediately scurried away as if they were roaches when the light has been turned on. Just like when you two first met, the onlookers watch - some in fear while others with intrigue - your upcoming interaction with South Terano.
The very large man leans on the countertop, resting his elbows as he watches you hurry to the refrigerator to grab yet another bottle of Guinness. Swiftly, you set the beer down in front of him without bothering to acknowledge his presence.
“Sweetheart?” He repeats while cracking open the bottle. “Look at me.”
He demands softly, but you remain stubborn, adamant that maybe if you ignore him long enough, he’ll leave you alone. South’s stubbornness, on the other hand, is more potent than yours. His unwavering pursuit for you will not stop even if you don’t speak to him for the rest of your life, and you are fully aware of this. He’s a patient man indeed as he just sits and waits for you to finally give him a response. Your tenacity soon starts to falter after several minutes of dead silence. South is still leaning on the countertop as he finishes the bottle of beer.
“The end of your shift is approaching isn’t it?”
He asks, prompting you to look at the nearby digital clock. It’s just a few minutes away from hitting 5 am, thus you take the time to start cleaning. You’ve made sure to clean your entire bar except for one particular spot. The man just lets out a chuckle once he sees that you finally noticed his empty beer bottle and your reluctance to approach him.
Finally, you decided now or never to reach for his bottle, but that was the moment South took his opportunity to make his move. In a move too fast to back away from, South grabbed your arm and pulled you slightly closer to him. You released a surprised gasp upon the sudden movement. Shocked and terrified, you freeze up as you look up to see South’s soft expression.
“Just one date. It’s all that I ask for.”
“No.”
You quickly answer; however, that isn’t enough to discourage the strong man. He just squeezes your arm slightly harder than usual, prompting you to feel more petrified. Through a shaking tone, you muster out:
“I-I-I told y-you. Not interested in a r-relationship.”
At that moment, you did not realize tears are starting to roll down your cheek. You’re scared of this man, of course, but you’re feeling a slew of conflicting emotions at the same time. In spite of knowing everything about this man, there is a part of you that is very intrigued by him. That feeling of intrigue is also accompanied by attraction as the man before you is very easy on the eyes. It’s those feelings in addition to your fear that got your mind in a swirl. Now that he’s much closer than you are comfortable with, you are only able to ask one simple question.
“Why do you want to be with me so badly?” You ask with a cracking voice.
Seeing your emotional state, South uses his free hand to gently caress your cheek while simultaneously wiping the flowing tears.
“I told you already. You’re my light. You were the only person who gave me comfort.”
Confused by his answer, you shake your head in denial.
“All I-I did was tell you I wasn’t….interested.”
“Is that all you think you did for me?”
He asks you with a facial expression that tells you that he is unconvinced. You search through every facet of your mind trying to figure out what South means but the only things that come up are all the times you rejected his advances.
“You seriously don’t remember, do you?” He asks.
“Remember what?”
The man lets go of your arm, breathing out a disappointed sigh. For the first time, you can visibly see his grin drop from his face. Leaning up, South puts his hands in his pockets before he starts walking towards the flight of stairs essentially leaving alone at the bar.
“I’ll be waiting outside for you when you’re finished. Don’t try to escape.”
He demands, sending shivers down your and everyone’s spines. You only got to see South when he’s enjoying his life but now this is a mood from him that is completely unfamiliar. The terror within you goes nuclear because of it. You can feel the pitiful eyes being directed at you as you finish closing your bar.
Once finished, you take off your apron and hung it up on a nearby hook. You take in a deep breath before releasing it slowly in an attempt to calm your firing nerves. Anxiously, you walk toward the stairs feeling every single eye of the people on you. Turning around, everyone just gives you a sad nod, convinced that this is their last time seeing you alive and well. Seeing their reactions gave you no comfort whatsoever; however, you nonetheless ascend up the flimsy wooden stairs and into the raggedy above-ground shack.
Almost immediately, you see the extremely tall man waiting just outside for you. Having no other choice, you press forward through the entrance and out into the humid world to face Brazil’s most dangerous man. It’s still relatively silent as you notice him slowly getting on the motorcycle that has been behind him.
“Get on.”
He says to you however you stand there confused as you’re trying to process the odd request. You can see the annoyance in his eyes while he breathes out a sigh. Quickly, he grabs your arm again but he is very careful not to hurt you. South guides you to the vehicle and has you sitting in front of him.
“W-Where are you taking me?” You ask softly.
“My place.” He simply responds with a rougher tone than usual.
That answer made you feel more fear in your bones therefore you try getting off the motorcycle. Immediately, you’re stopped when South cages you in with his large arms as he grabs the handles, engulfing you with his massive body. You did not have time to process what is going on or even register his body heat when the vehicle turns on. The motorcycle revs, scaring you into being completely still.
“Hold on to my hands and stay still.”
He commands and since he is so close to you, you can feel the vibrations in his chest and abdomen due to his deep voice. Nevertheless, you comply as you’re afraid to make him more pissed off and you do not want to fall off the vehicle.
South gently accelerates and the vehicle moves though, he is mindful of the speed he’s going in. Therefore, he goes at a leisurely pace as you two traverse through the littered and cracked streets of the slums. You’re as comfortable as you can get while having a firm hold on the man’s hands, noticing just how large he is compared to you.
Though it is still dark outside, you can still see your poverty-stricken community. Houses are ransacked - some are even destroyed, graffiti line the stone walls of the buildings, and trash litter the streets. With you only spending most of your time either at your apartment or at the bar, you forget just how rundown your community is. Seeing that makes you feel sad.
That’s just from the appearance. Crime plagues your city. It is so bad that Rio De Janeiro persistently shows up as one of the world’s most dangerous cities by many different news organizations. One of the biggest perpetrators of the violence that is rampant is the man who you’re currently riding through the city with. That same man who spent a considerable amount of time trying to get you to go on a date with him. Well, he finally got his wish as you’re both on your way to his place.
You’re nervous to see what his living situation is like. You can imagine a large compound that is surrounded by his followers, a foul stench of death lingering in the air, and piles of trash thrown about. To your surprise, you see the downtown district come into your view. Lights from the bustling city and its skyscrapers leave you in awe once you’re reminded that not all of Rio is the slums. As a matter of fact, it’s one of the most beautiful cities in the world that boasts terrific nightlife and is home to many stunning beaches. It’s too bad the city’s natural beauty and rich culture are overshadowed by violence.
South continues to drive the motorcycle towards the downtown area, leaving you more perplexed and nervous, knowing the downtown area is typically home to more wealthy individuals. You want to question the man about where exactly is his home located, but the words are stuck in your throat.
Besides the loud revving of the motorcycle, there is still an awkward silence between you two. No doubt, there is a slew of things South Terano wants to say right about now, and you’re no different. Instead of speaking, you continue to gawk at the sheer difference between the downtown area and the area you call home. Poverty isn’t around every corner and the streets are significantly clearer.
Soon enough, you start to feel the vehicle decelerate as you two arrive at a high-rise building at the epicenter of the city. South turns into an underground gated parking and after inputting a code into the security panel, the large metal gate opens up. Inside are numerous high-end vehicles lining the parking lot, and South goes to a designated spot next to a massive black SUV. The man parks his motorcycle in front of and perpendicular to the vehicle before turning off the engine.
“Follow me.”
He says, getting off while simultaneously grabbing your hand, interlocking fingers with it. The sudden and intimate move catches you off guard momentarily which is the reason why you did not utter a single word as you’re escorted to an elevator. South puts the same code into another security panel and before you know it, the doors closed and you can feel the elevator ascending up the building.
Again, silence as you two stand in the somewhat cramped space with the only thing preventing you from hearing your pounding heartbeat was the classical music playing from the speakers. Though, that did not stop you from vaguely noticing the much larger man subtly moving his head in the same rhythm as the piano melody.
Deciding not to think much of it, you are caught off guard when the elevator stops at one of the highest floors of the massive building. As soon as it stops, the metal doors open up to reveal a long hallway. Casually and while still holding your hand, South walks, and after he passes by a few doors, he stops at one with a prominent 906 on it. After putting in the same code one last time, a clicking sound was heard letting both of you know that the door has been unlocked.
Entering, you’re immediately greeted by the most beautiful and luxurious apartment that you could ever imagine. Expensive furniture is throughout while stunning paintings adorn the perfectly painted walls and there is a massive piano towards the corner of the living space. All of that is also complimented by a large window that gives a magnificent view of Rio De Janeiro. You’re so in awe with the place that you did not notice South letting go of your hand. He just watches with a soft smile on his face as you continue to admire the apartment.
“Like it?” He asks.
Slowly, you turn to him. Your fear has simmered down somewhat which means you finally have enough courage to speak full sentences to him.
“It’s beautiful. This is really your place?” You asked with curiosity.
South chuckles at the sparkle in your eyes.
“Yes. It is. Being a gangster has its perks.”
Hearing those words quickly made you think of the worst. You imagine the malevolent things this man could’ve done to get such a beautiful place. How many people did he have to step over and kill for him to live in such luxury?
“Sweetheart, I signed the lease just like any other person.”
Almost like he read your mind, South just chuckles after giving that brief explanation. It did not do much to settle your nerves enough especially after it finally dawns on you that you’re completely alone with South - the very man you’ve been horrified of for a long time. Unsure of what to do, you just stand in the middle of the living room while holding yourself.
“Sweetheart, I-”
He starts to speak but is quickly cut off by you.
“What are you gonna do to me?” You ask.
“Nothing.”
He says while approaching you. Not wanting to be too close to him, you just back away but you’re once again reminded of South’s long and quick arm. Gently, he grabs your shoulder before taking you over to the couch. Your mind goes haywire as you think of what he could be planning. If he chooses to have his way with you, you know that there is not anything you can do about that as he’ll easily overpower you. So instead of trying to fight a battle that you have already lost, you do not try altogether, figuring it’s better than being brutally killed.
Sitting you down, the man just smiles making a breath get caught in your throat. He’s still sensing your fear, so he just softly caresses your cheek again. For some odd reason, the action calmed you down slightly as you’re reminded of just how gentle he is with you. Just as quickly, he removed his hand and then he goes to grab the seat that is in front of his piano before placing it in front of you. That allows him to sit, letting him appear less threatening.
“I’m still really fucking pissed at you.” He suddenly says, completely catching you off guard.
“Why? What did I do?”
Your question comes out a bit shaky although it is clear that you are unknowingly becoming more comfortable in South’s presence.
“You still haven’t realized why I want you so bad, huh?”
He crosses his arms.
“I can’t imagine there’s anything about me that you’d like.”
“Really?”
His questioning is accompanied by a raised eyebrow and the same facial expression from earlier returns. You start to feel a cold sweat break out from the compromising position you are in and the fact that you’re still confused about what South is referring to.
“Think harder, sweetheart.”
He tells you and once again you try very hard to come up with a sufficient answer as to why he’s so smitten by you. Of course, there is no luck. Nothing. Absolutely nothing comes to mind. Feeling defeated, you shake your head, afraid of disappointing South again.
“I don’t know.” You muster out through your cracking voice.
“You’re the light to my dark world.”
He gives a slight hint but it still leaves you with more questions than potential answers.
“How when all I ever do is reject you because of how terrifying you are?”
South lets out another chuckle, confusing you even more. You’re wondering why hasn’t he lashed out after so many attempts to get you to answer his question.
“You have shit memory.”
His chuckle turns into a full-blown laugh, at this point. Seeing your confused expression as well as your attempts to find the answer has left him thoroughly entertained. You, on the other hand, are still feeling confused and now that he’s laughing in your face, you also start to feel irritated.
“Did you bring me all the way here just to pick on me?”
You ask him, and it was enough to simmer down his laughing fit just enough so he can provide an answer.
“No, sweetheart. I brought you here as part of our date.”
“This is a weird date, South.”
He lets out one final chuckle before returning to his serious expression. Doing that essentially caused the entire mood to change significantly. Grabbing your hand and rubbing his thumb over it, he asks you:
“You seriously don’t remember?”
“Remember what?”
The room falls silent and the only thing you hear is the man before you heaving out a sigh. Suddenly, he stands up while letting go of your hand. Your eyes follow his movement as he just walks away and towards the hallway of the apartment. You’re left completely alone, unsure if you should use the opportunity to leave or wait for South to come back.
You opted for the latter option, so you sat patiently as you twiddle your thumbs. You have no idea what to expect once he returns as there are so many possibilities. One final time, you try digging into your memory to at least find something that may be related to what South is talking about but once again, your mind draws a blank. Giving up, you just look over in the direction he went in, anticipating his return.
A few minutes later and you can hear his heavy footsteps getting louder meaning he’s coming back to you. What you did not expect was for him to be holding an object in his hand. Sitting back in the chair in front of you, he presents you with the object, which turns out to be a stuffed animal. A ping of familiarity sparks in your brain as you reach for it.
“It looks familiar, right?”
He asks, allowing you to hold it. You wasted no time examining the plushie, feeling slight nostalgia for your childhood. While doing so, you answer his question.
“Yea. I used to have one just like this when I was a kid. I named him Bubbles, and I remember Bubbles had my name stitched on the bottom of his foot…”
You pause once you look at the bottom of the stuffed animal’s foot. To your surprise, you see ‘Y/N’ threaded neatly.
“…just like that.”
It is silent momentarily as you try to process the fact that you are holding your childhood stuffed animal. Although you had many, Bubbles was your favorite as he brought you comfort.
“Where did you get him?” you ask South.
“You gave him to me a long time ago.”
Your body freezes up upon hearing his response. You gave Bubbles away many years ago and you remember that moment so vividly.
“I remember giving him away to a crying kid who just lost his mother.”
You follow up with your response as you think back to that day many years ago. You remember seeing a crying child who was upset about his bedridden mother dying. You remember offering Bubbles to him stating that the stuffed animal always helped you when you were upset. You remember the moment when that kid gave you a soft smile upon being comforted by you. You remember seeing that kid’s eyes, and despite being red and puffy from crying, you can see the yellow irises. Thinking about it now, those eyes look eerily familiar to the orbs of the man sitting in front of you now. Looking up, you see South staring back at you, and you finally notice those very same eyes.
“You remember now, sweetheart? Now you see what I mean when I say you are the light in my dark world?” he asks you.
For the first time since being in South’s presence, you smile.
“You were the only person who’s ever been kind to me. Not even the man who became my father figure brought me the level of comfort that you did. I couldn’t forget what you’ve done for me, and I’ve always wanted to properly thank you for it.”
“South, I-I am sorry for not remembering, but why did you keep him throughout all these years?”
You ask him as you’re confused about him holding onto a stuffed animal. You found that to be odd considering the kind of man he is. Nobody would expect a dangerous gangster who takes pleasure in fighting and killing would keep a teddy bear that was given to him by a stranger when he was a child. So again, why would he do it?
“So I’ll never forget you. Plus, I have plenty more in my bedroom. You were right, stuffed animals are comforting.”
He responds though you see red dusting his cheeks and the tips of his ears. Despite feeling embarrassed about his collection of plushies, South stares deep into your e/c eyes, finally getting lost in them. Everything goes silent once the tension between you two rises, and you’re unsure about how you should feel.
“South?”
You breathe out however, you barely had enough to process the man leaning forward. In no time, he presses his lips against yours and never in a million years did you ever think his lips would be so soft. The revelation and the sudden action made you forget about everything this man has done, and the kiss sent sparks throughout your entire body. Almost immediately, your hands found their way to his broad shoulders, touching him for the very first time.
Although you still fear him, you can’t help but admire him at the same time. In addition to being a very attractive man, you have to admit that he has also been the only person to show you kindness. Despite his murderous antics, you somehow feel safer with him than with any other person in the city as you know he would never hurt you. It took you this long to finally come to terms with that.
With the kiss getting deeper, you can feel your body heating up and South feels the same. Though it is difficult, he quickly separates from you, resisting the urge to ravage you on the couch. Instead, he opts for the slower approach, holding his hand out to you.
“Consider this as us making things official.” He chuckles.
You smile as well before setting Bubbles down on the couch. Without hesitation, you accept South’s hand standing up and quickly going onto his lap. Your face rests comfortably on his chest as his arms wrap around your much smaller body, engulfing you.
“Now that you’re finally mine, I want you to stay with me. I want to keep my light.” He says, rocking you back and forth slightly.
“I’m still scared of you.” You reply.
“I know but I promise I won’t hurt you.”
Sighing, you just hug him a little tighter, finally feeling content in his presence.
“There are a lot of things you need to work on if you want me to stay.”
Looking down, he smiles again feeling true happiness for the first time since meeting you. Although he’s a bit unsure if he’s able to comply with what he thinks you’re going to ask of him, South Terano will try his damndest to keep you happy no matter what. Having you in his arms made him realize his new resolve and that is the be the best man that he can be for you.
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Scene!
Again, this was my very first time working on a slow-burn story so I am really curious about what you thought of it.
As for any future projects, I do have another one that I am working on. It is a slow burn as well. Toman will share their wildest sex stories, so if you wanna be on the taglist for that, let me know.
(He's a baby! I love the fact that he represents my country Brazil because he was born in Rio de Janeiro ♡)
✰ Terano isn't good with "traditional" romanticism, he just has a way of showing affection and love for you.
✰ He writes you some songs, poems and rhymes, always related to how much he loves the sparkle in your eyes.
✰ Whenever he can, he gives you maximum attention, when he's not busy with gangs, he's always by your side.
✰ He loves giving you gifts, gold chains, rings, designer clothes or anything else you want.
✰ Compliments abound for you, the highest fills you with optimistic words, always praising your intelligence, your companionship and fidelity.
✰ South feels bad for not being able to give you as much attention as you deserve, but he prefers to keep you away from the life he lives, since he believes that someone like you doesn't deserve to live everything he lives.
✰ He got you a diamond studded pendant for your birthday, plus he threw you a big party, just like he did on your dating anniversary, he really enjoys celebrating with you.
✰ He is overprotective, he is not jealous, because he trusts you completely, however, he is afraid that someone wanted to harm you, so he takes very good care of you.
✰ He made a tribute to you, a tattoo on his arm, he is very proud of that drawing.
✰ Terano takes you around Rio de Janeiro sometimes, on the most beautiful beaches, or places he used to spend his childhood, he shows you everything he knows.
Summary: Being the younger sister of the Haitani brothers has come with many privilges, but the side affects of it all left you nothing but an airhead, some would even say a bimbo. When South meets you he realizes that a woman who thinks with her pussy is just what he needs but when you have to decide between him or your brothers who will you choose?
Warnings: Mature themes, Innapropriate language, Smut, Toxic Relationship, Angst, Bimbo reader, Use of the word slut, orgasm.
Text like this indicate messages between south and you
All characters are aged up!
Requested by @lovelygeniegirl1012
Part 2
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Ran and Rindou were never fond of South, the only reason they tolerated him was because he was the leader of Rokuhara Tandai. They tolerated the giant of a man. When he beat the living shit out of them forcing them to join his gang they submitted, accepting their defeat. But they would not become so lowlife subordinate beneath him, Ran had managed to work his way to second in command in Rokuhara Tandai and Rindou as its third.
That is the way it was for a while, South would have an idea, he would relate it to Ran, Ran would give his advice but inevitably South would do as he pleased, and no matter how bad the idea was Ran bit his tongue and did as he was told. That is how Ran and Rindou dealt with South, they knew he would not come near Roppongi for more than a day. Roppongi was their land, which was until you stepped into the picture.
When you began dating South, Ran and Rindou were a little less than thrilled. They loathed having South in their living space more than necessary, but they hated that you were obsessed with him; but even then, the two brothers kept their comments to themselves. If you were happy, they would be too.
And the two of them tried, they really did. No matter the comments South would make, or the marks he left in plain sight on your body, they said nothing about. They were going to be supportive for you, even if a fraction of them said nothing in fear of how South might react if they showed their true emotions.
But even the hardest of exteriors would crack and your brothers were no exception to this. The first to crack was Rindou.
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You had gathered your brothers and asked your lover to join them to watch your comeback performance.
“You all are sitting ready?” You asked through the phone with clear excitement lacing your voice.
“Yes, we are princess” Ran said with his shoulder holding the phone up to his ear, while he walked over to where Rindou sat on the couch, carrying a bowl of popcorn.
Ran placed the bowl down on the coffee table sitting down besides Rindou, phone still to his ear, now holding it with his hand.
“Okay good. We are going on stage in five minutes” you said giggling at the other end of the phone.
Ran would never tell you now that your boyfriend had not even showed to their penthouse to watch you perform as he had promised, rather he was going to do it when you returned to prove his point of how much a horrible person South was as if you hadn’t already known.
“Goodluck Angel. Rindou and I are cheering for you” Ran said with a smile as he put the phone down, hearing as your other group members happily squeaked in the background at their comeback.
“Was it princess on the phone?” Rindou asked as he reached for the popcorn on the coffee table.
“Yeah, she said that she’d be on in five minutes. So, its best we switch to that channel they are live streaming it from”
Ran picked up the remote and began clicking away till he reached the channel where you he saw your figure standing on, as you prepared to begin. Rindou smiled seeing you stand there; he was so proud of you. His baby sister all grown up in her cute short skirts. Rindou began to remember how when the two of you were younger whenever you’d wear a short skirt, he’d reach his hand up and pinch at your thighs causing to cry out in pain, but you’d never stop him, in fact you’d wear more short skirts around him as if encouraging him to continue his actions.
Rindou’s thoughts were quickly interrupted when a loud bang was heard on the door.
Rindou sighed out already knowing who it was, already standing up walking over to the door while Ran remain seated with a stoic face.
“You’d think he’d show up on time to see his girlfriend’s comeback performance” Rindou said quietly to himself as he opened the door.
“Evening Rinnie” South said condescendingly as he waltzed into their penthouse, not sparring another glance at Rindou as he made his way over to where Ran sat on the couch.
“My girl perform yet?” South asked Ran as he sat down, grabbing the popcorn bowl that Rindo was once eating at.
“You made it just in time, they are starting now” Ran said keeping his gaze at the tv, refusing to even have his eyes look at him.
Rindou quickly made his way back to the couch, now sitting on the left side of South and Ran sat on his right. Rindou had prayed that South would not show up and that he would be the one to announce the heart-breaking news of your boyfriend being an obvious asshole, but alas he was wrong. South had showed up even if he barely made it in time.
Rindou snapped his head out of any negative thoughts as your performance began. He watched as you sang and danced. Enjoying how you were in your element which was surprizing considering you barely knew how to do anything, but performance didn’t really require much skill Rindou thought.
Rindou had a wide toothy smile on his face as he watched you perform, so engrossed in your performance that he forgot South even sat beside him that was until South began to speak.
“You see that bruise on her inner thigh, I gave her that last night. Now she’s on national T.V looking like a slut with bruises on her thigh” South laughed out.
Rindou side eyed South, with a scowl starting to appear on his face but he tried his best to keep his composure.
‘Its for princess, calm down’ he kept repeating in his head over and over until he felt the heat in his hands cool down.
“That’s skirt so short, looks like the one I used as a cum rag the other night” South said with a massive smile while patting Rindou harshly on the shoulder.
Rindou felt his hands ball into fists and let out a heavy sigh looking over at Ran who gave him a look to calm down.
‘Its not worth it’ Ran’s face read, but still Rindou’s fist remained balled.
“She looks like such a slut up there; her pussy isn’t even going to be reusable when I’m done with her tonight”
And that did it.
“Fuck it” Rindou said, as he swung his fist in the direction of South’s face. Landing a hard punch in the bigger male’s jaw, as he began using South’s face as a punching bag while Ran tried to pull him off of the larger male.
Rindou continued beating his fist into South’s face repeatedly, the flesh on his knuckles was bleeding but even then, he still punched at South’s face that was until Ran had finally pulled him away.
Rindou stood beside Ran heaving heavily.
“What the fuck Rindou?” Ran said loudly with slight panic in his voice.
“You’re going to let him speak like that about our princess?” Rindou said aggravated with a loud boom in his voice.
“Huh, Ran are you?!” Rindou continued to scream out.
But before Ran could reply South was already standing up from the couch, nose bleeding, lip torn open and with blood dripping down his forehead, he came marching over to where Ran and Rindou stood with a massive smile on his face.
Without another word being said South began bashing into Rindou’s face, causing Rindou to fall onto the ground. South kept at beating Rindou till he lie passed out on the floor.
When Rindou woke up your performance was done, South was gone, and his face was bleeding and bruised. But no matter how bad the beating he received from South he refused to ever submit to him again.
‘Come to my place. Now!’
The message from South read after your performance, and without a second thought you went to him that night not even noting your brothers of where you would be sleeping that night, but from the events of that night they knew already that your boyfriend would call you over to patch his wounds and spill lies into your ears about his unfair attack done by Rindou.
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After the events that occurred at your brother’s penthouse with South and Rindou, you had become more distant towards them, opting to spend majority of your time with South or locked in your room with South.
Ran slowly began to regret the way he had raised you, to be so submissive and naïve, not even being able to think for yourself. But he kept on the façade for your sake, even if Rindou was done. Ran still tried to be tolerant when South came to see you, even if it were seldom as the two of you would spend majority of your time at South apartment. Ran continued playing supportive older brother even if Rindou was done.
“You okay, princess?’ Ran asked as he tucked you into your pink sheets
“I'm great Rannie” you replied with a soft smile.
“i'm glad princess”
Ran looked down at your face with your eyes closed letting the silence engluf the two of you until he spoke again.
“Hey princess, does South touch your princess parts like I used too?” Ran asked causing you to open your eyes.
You looked at Ran for a moment, watching a slight frown was etched onto his handsome features before you spoke again.
“Well he doesn’t touch them like you do or like Rinnie does. His more rough” you said trying to find the words to get the message across to Ran.
“But I like it, so its fine” you said with a cheerful smile proceeding to close your eyes again.
Ran left your room, with a sick feeling. You were dumb, really dumb but he never imagined you’d be dumb enough to let South handle you like that. His airhead of a sister was hopeless in this situation, and he was not sure how much longer his façade would be kept up before he cracked like Rindou
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“South” you moaned out against his lips as he kissed on the couch, the same couch Rindou had attempted to beat the life out of South.
“Let’s do it in my room” you begged out against his lips, as south began to pull your shorts down your legs.
“It’s fun-ner like this” South said as he moved his lips from yours to your neck, as needy moans slipped from your lips as South’s tongue slipped out and began licking up and down the column of your neck.
Before you could protest any further South had pulled your pantie down along with your shorts.
“For someone who doesn’t want to do it here you sure are soaked” he said with a condescending laugh at your arousal at the situation.
South began ridding you of your t-shirt, removing it with little effort.
“No bra” he said with wide eyes.
“Such a slut” he said as he leaned down towards your breast taking one in his mouth while his hand came down to the other pinching the bud till it was hard.
South continued his actions of sucking at your one breast while the other rolled your nipple over and over until you were begging for him to fuck you.
“Please South. Please” you begged out as your slick now coated your inner thighs as well as the leather couch beneath you.
“Say the magic words” South said against your nipple, the vibrations of his voice causing you to gush out more.
“I’m a dumb bimbo. I am your dumb Bimbo” you cried out.
“Atta girl” South said as he pulled away from your nipple. South quickly pulled you onto your hand and knees with your face towards the penthouse door.
South pulled out his cock, the head dripping with pre-cum, not being able to wait he pushed his cock into your unprepared hole.
You cried out at the massive stretch that South caused.
South began fucking you like a bitch in heat. His cock slamming in and out of your pussy. The feeling of his cock slipping in and out of your soaking walls had your brain turning to mush. The only thought was how good South was fucking into your pussy, as you clenched down on him.
South could feel how needy you were for him, the way your pussy was milking him as if it never had cock in its life. South could feel the cum in his balls travel to his cock, just waiting to paint your pretty pussy and nice white colour, fill your up so much that your head was filled with his cum.
“You near slut?” South growled out while he kept fucking into like a wild animal.
“Ye- yes” you moaned out struggling to form sentences.
The way South was fucking you made you see stars, the deep pressure sensation that he caused with each thrust was becoming too much. Your pussy was grabbing at his cock, sucking him in for dear life, as he fucked you over and over; you looked down noting the string of foamy slick dripping down from how he fucked your pussy.
South could not last any loner, from the way your ass was bounching back against his dick to how your pussy was clenching down him was to much, and with a loud grunt South came hard. Hot ropes of semen shooting into your pussy.
The sensation of South’s hot cum spilling inside you caused you pussy to clench unbearably tight around him, as you came hard milking him for whatever cum he had left. Your pussy walls fluttered, and you pushed you ass back humping at South’s cock, so greedy for cock. So desperate for your pussy and head to be filled with cum that you had not even heard the door open.
And there stood your brothers Ran and Rindou watching as you came hard around your boyfriend’s cock.
You had never seen your brothers like this before, Ran pacing up and down while he held his baton hitting anything that came in his path while Rindou sat completely still on the arm chair near the couch not making a sound or move, while you sat semi-nude with nothing but an overside shirt you found lying on the floor covering your once naked body while South sat next to you without a care in the world.
“What the fuck were the two of you doing?”Ran asked as he now stood infront of you and south.
“What the fuck do you think” South said with a smirk.
“I can’t believe this (Y/N)” ran said looking at you but you refused to look into your brothers eyes, to ashamed to look into his.
Ran watched as you kept your gaze down, while South sat beside you with the biggest smirk on his face. There was only one way out of this situation and Ran knew that it would be worth a little heartbreak if it meant he didn’t have to come home to see his sister getting fucked on his couch. So, without a moment of hesitation Ran asked the question he had been dying to ask since you met South.
“(Y/N), us or South. Choose now” Ran commanded, finally causing you to look up at him. You looked at Ran with pleading eyes, begging that there was some mercy in him to not make you choose.
“Choose!” Ran shouted out again. You looked out at you Rindou, his eyes fixed on yours, no hint of a smile, then your eyes moved over to Ran’s who had the look of death in his eyes, and the finally you looked over to South whose eyes shone bright with a smile on his face.
And had you been raised differently, without everyone doing everything for you, or saying everything you wanted to hear, or if you brothers hadn’t bought you everything your heart desired, or maybe just maybe if you were smarter your answer would be the better the obvious but of course you were oblivious to the obvious.
So, with all the surety in the world you gave your brother’s their answer with the biggest smile on your face.
I want a man like South who'll cuddle me in the afternoon after a whole morning of refusing to leave our bed.
Of course when he's not out beating other people to death during gang fights and everyday minor inconveniences.
I want a man like South to literally sweep me off my feet, sling me over his shoulder like a sack of rice with no difficulty and carry me around like I'm his spoils of war.
I want a man like South who treats any slight against me like a slight on his name, beating my oppressor to a bloody pulp.
I want a man like South who purposefully steal my seat just so he can make me sit on his lap, people in the room or not.
I want a man like South who's just the right amount of aggressive, forceful and possessive with his soft and affectionate side only coming out sometimes.
I want a man like South that'll show me off like his greatest treasure in front of all his lackeys and his enemies alike and pummel those who dare threaten to take me from him.
I want a man like South who'll wrap himself around me while he's asleep and smother me with his huge muscular body.
I want a man like South who unapologetically wears an apron while cooking me dinner, roughly grabbing my jaw and spooning the food into my mouth to taste test it.
I want a man like South who let's me take his hair out of that top knot and let me comb it out.
I want a man like South who introduces me to his underlings just so he can rub it in their faces how he bagged a good one.
I want a man like South who could snap me in half like a twig at the twitch of his muscular arms but chooses to handle me with care.
I want a man like South who wants to steal me the world at every opportunity, because who would make thee Terano South pay for anything?
I want a man like South who'll call me all kinds of names, both good and bad but only when it's just the two of us.
I want a man like South to hold me and love me and call me his and no one else's and keep me safe loved and happy.
I want a man like South, that would be a dream come true for a someone like me.
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MMA!Terano who the media hates to love because, in his area? he’s the best, he gives the most chaotic fights, he’s the best at getting under his opponent’s skin, and he still fills the title of the unparalleled. A total beast.
What he doesn’t do is give a good image outside of that, he does not give good interviews, he doesn’t go to shows or awards unless he knows beforehand he’s winning and even then he just goes, takes his awards and get the hell out of there. His reputation among women is a 50/50, why’s that? They adore him physically, he gives them the type of sex that has them shaking and crying and throwing ‘i love you’ into the air, but psychologically? They hate his ass, he goes and put them in all kind of positions and say such nasty things just to then look at them in the face and tell them he can’t do relationships right now, what the hell is right now anyways?
And so, the world has this love-hate relationship with the man, and sometimes is good for deals but other times his manager has to make so much calls and do so much shit just to get him out of trouble, so that’s when you come into the scene. His manager calls you one time to catch up and after two beers he can’t stop whining about his star and how he acts like a kid even though they’re are like three years apart.
“Right, want me to help ya’ with that?” You chuckle and roll your eyes when his eyes shine.
“You know damn right i want too, god yes.” He claps. “Come work for us, his personal secretary quit last week anyway because she fell.”
“Of a stairs?”
“In love.”
“Oh.”
“Yes, oh,” He laughs. “C’mon, the salary is good, and you’re already in a good position, you have your own business so it’s just for the laughs.”
And so, a couple days later when Terano is waiting for him so they can take a private jet because he will be participating in a small fight, something promotional or whatever they say he don’t care, and that’s the first time he sees you.
And he’s delighted.
Not only you are wearing a long sundress that leaves nothing to his imagination, but the way you’re walking as if you’re the owner of the whole airport has him already calculating how he’s gonna have you under him.
“Good morning.” You say, not too cold, but not in the flirty tone he’s used to either.
“Good morning, pretty,” He murmurs, making sure you see him checking you out. If you see it you don’t say it.
“Great, this is a good friend of mine and your new secretary,” His manager says, Terano raises his eyebrows with a smirk and his manager roll his eyes. “We were roommates when we were in college and we’re still in contact today. She’s not in this line of work but she’s really good for the job anyways so she will be helping us from now on.”
“Excellent.” He whispers.
“And, Terano?”
“Yes?”
“She’s not one of your models, don’t mess with her unless you fix your shitty commitment issues.” His manager says, you put your hand over your mouth to hide the smile that was coming while the fighter just tsk in annoyance, turning around and getting inside the plane.
—
“Fucking hell, I don’t feel like talking,” Terano murmurs to himself behind you when you’re getting ready to get out of the airport and see all the paparazzi outside, waiting for him.
“You don’t?” You ask and he looks at you, this is the first time in the whole flight that you have talked to him.
“They gonna ask a bunch of questions about the girl they saw me last week on a yacht,” he looks at you briefly but you’re not looking at him, just at the bunch of people on the other side of the transparent doors.
Suddenly, you walk past him a little fast and get in front of all the people, with him behind you a little confused.
“Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, I know y’all have a lot of questions for my fighter but right now is not the time, I don’t care if you need his answers to get paid or whatever, he’s not talking righ—,” You started saying and Terano’s blood starts to boil when you get interrupted.
“We need him to answer some questions, who the fuck are you?—,”
“I’m his secretary, who the fuck are YOU?” You said in such a tone that the fuss around starts decreasing.
“Such an unprofessional—,”
“Yes, I think so too, what a bunch of unprofessional individuals that don’t even know what personal space is, right?” You interrupt another man. By this time, Terano is internally dancing at the scene happening in front of him.
“We just want him to talk about his little getaway—,”
“Are you a virgin?” You suddenly ask, your frown making you look like you are focused.
“Wha—,”
“I’m asking, are you a virgin? Perhaps you have never seen two people liking each other and wanting to get to know each other?” Your look sad now and this makes Terano laugh. “Right, enough.”
The paparazzis are so focused on calling you an unprofessional that you can actually get inside the minivan that’s waiting.
“You’re such a smart mouth, I didn’t even need to talk,” You friend says and you laugh. “That reminds me to when you used to go one on one with the class’s representative.”
“Oh, please, she was insufferable, it was the least that I could do,” You chuckle.
“Marry me,” Terano says suddenly and everybody looks at him like he just grew another head.
“W-What?”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Terano, but I don’t engage with kids,” You say softly and his eye twitch in annoyance, he sighs trying to calm himself when everybody starts to laugh.
“You’re just like two or three years older,” He grunts and you smile, but this time, it’s looks like you’re mocking him.
“Like I said, no kids.” You wink at him. “I’m not talking about no age.”
“Ohh…” His manager says laughing and Terano grunts again, embarrassed as hell.
“We’ll see about that.” He tells you.
You snort.
“Yes we will.”
This is so bad I’m so sorry guys I just been thinking about this every now and then and I just know Terano wants to shake reader so bad bc of her smart mouth lmaoooo
hi again, may i request for terano, yumeko, rei, and the momobami twins to having an s/o whose very similar to Kiyotaka Ayanokoji from classroom of the elite if you've watched that anime yet. basically, their gf could beat everyone in the school (and yes, including kirari and terano) but chooses not to since they dont like draw attention to themselves
PS: thank you so much for choosing and writing my request!!! i loved it and have honestly reread it multiple times
↳ s/o that can defeat others yet choose not to
❤ GENRE: fluff.
❤ CHARACTER(S): k. momobami, r. momobami, r. batsubami, y. jabami. t. totobami
❤ SYNOPSIS: in request!
❤ NOTE: Hi! I’ve actually never seen this show, so guess who’s sprinting to watch this--no, but I just searched this person up and hopefully, I did this justice, so let’s check it out!
━ TERANO TOTOBAMI ;
She sees the logic behind this, because she actually thought that at first, you were a nobody and she was surprised that you weren't a housepet
There was obviously nothing she would do against you, since there was no point in going against you
But after a while, she started noticing how truly intelligent, it went past even Kirari's intelligence; Terano was intrigued by you and after a while, you started going out--that's when a few things spilled from you
Starting off, you casually spilled that you actually beat Kirari in a gamble, but your prize was that she would leave you alone and in exchange, you would never tell anyone about it, except at that moment with Terano
Terano is positive that if she went against you, she would definitely lose. You, technically speaking, should have been able to take the seat as president
She does not do anything to force you to do something that you don't want to do but it does not mean that she isn't impressed; in fact, she's more than impressed
You just don't want to be perceived by everyone in the school, and she really respects that; she puts all her trust in you because you have earned it
━ REI BATSUBAMI ;
She is someone that has suffered under the crushing weight of the Bami clan and especially the way that she is looked at by them; fortunuately, you turned that all around when you confessed to her
After a while of going out, you're a lot more open with one another, but one thing that you didn't tell her was how you actually went against Terano and Kirari at once
The second you did, Rei had to stop what she was doing and just stare at you. How could you have all this power under your hands and not use it? You could overthrow Kirari, therefore the entire clan!
But when you explained that you just wanted to stay under the radar, she could understand that; it was awful being in the spotlight, especially if that reason was because of fear
But Rei wants to know all of your tips and how you defeated both of them
Please do teach her, she practically feels indebted to you and she feels much closer to you, since this is something private between the both of you
Rei realizes the power behind you being able to control the most powerful people because she saw how Kirari and Terano acted around you in comparison to everyone else
Not only does she love you dearly, she admires you like she has never admired someone before
━ JABAMI YUMEKO ;
She actually agrees with you on the part of not playing with everyone; she believes that if you know you are going to win each time, gambling isn't as much fun
You two actually date a couple of months after your friendship because she had actually had a massive crush on you before you two even became friends (yes, she became friends with you first before dating so that you two could get closer)
You had to explain to her why you didn't gamble and it was a completely different reason than the others, where they were too scared; you made her heart pitter-patter when you told her you weren't scared, on the other hand, you liked the rush
But the rush always faded after knowing that no matter the process, the outcome would always end in your victory, so you kept your head down
Yumeko once asked if you had ever defeated Kirari and you nodded, making her gasp audibly; you had said that you didn't want it to be public because it would mean an entire revolution and you taking over the throne and that was too much publicity and work
She now knew that if you could beat Kirari, you could beat anyone and she felt a bit of pity for you since you would never be able to have the feeling of losing or even the adrenaline of everything you love on the line
However, she loves you for everything that you are and this little tidbit of yours just made her love you even more
━ RIRIKA MOMOBAMI ;
Unlike her sister, she does everything to steer clear from you because she is terrified of you; she can read people really well and she knows that something's up with you
If you have a crush on her, you're gonna have to be the one to confess to her (she does get over her fear before you ask her out, don't worry), she just gets nervous about asking someone like you to be her lover
Once she tells Kirari that you two are dating, Kirari is the one that actually tells Ririka about the gamble that you two had and how she lost to you, but you had graciously said that you didn't want to make it a big deal since you hated the spotlight
Ririka asked you about it and you didn't deny it, but what she asked you next surprised you
"What were the flaws in her play?"
You started explaining everything and Ririka was listening intently, because it seemed as though this had happened multiple times to the point where you knew exactly how to read her; or alternatively, you were extremely observant and intelligent so you knew what was wrong when you played against Kirari
Ririka admired you for wanting to stay out of the spotlight; being together was already enough for everyone to go crazy, talking about how you were dating the vice president
Ririka just thinks herself really lucky that she got to be with someone as intelligent as you
━ KIRARI MOMOBAMI ;
She laughs about it all the time, not at your expense, but because you can give her a challenge
At least, this is what she thought when you first met and you had defeated every single member of the student council (although they kept it quiet)
She had wanted to gamble against you and she did, only she lost; the next day, she asked you out on a date since she wanted to know more about you
Obviously, neither of you said anything about the student council losing to you (you had them under your thumb) and Kirari honestly wanted to say it to everyone how her beloved S/O beat her and gave her an actual challenge
She loves seeing how many people don't even try to gamble and the new people who try are automatically shut down by the others who have learned about you the hard way
She genuinely wants to tell everyone about how you're better than the rest of them, including her, she's just so proud of you and wants to show it to everyone
Impressed by you, it's as though she has never met anyone like you (she hasn't)
Alright ! Then once they're open if it suits you to write about a Terano South (TR) and gn reader fruendship, reader is more into being the best encyclpedic scientist (google it i guess +prefers biology) unlike South who wants to be the srtongist. Like the knowledge and strenght dou
A/N: I apologize if this wasn’t entirely what you were hoping for. It’s just that I hade quite a hard time figuring if you were asking for head-canons or a one-shot. 😅 If I had misunderstood, feel free to send me another ask!
Synopsis: While trying to avoid a gang dispute, [Last name] [Name] finds themselves in the company of the notorious gang leader, Terano South. Despite his reputation, South surprises [Name] with his gentleness and vulnerability.
Fandom: Tokyo Revengers
Characters: Terano South X Reader
⚠️ WARNING: Gang violence and knife injury.
Word Count: 1.1K
As the gang dispute raged on, [Last name] [Name] tried to stay out of sight. They had stumbled upon the scene accidentally while on their way home from the library, and now they regretted not taking a different route. The air was thick with tension and the sound of broken glass and fists hitting flesh. [Name] knew they needed to get out of there fast.
But before they could even take a step, a figure appeared in front of them. It was a rather intimidating man that seemed to be somewhere in his early twenties. He was much taller and muscular than [Name], and his piercing yellow eyes seemed to glow with a dangerous energy.
"What are you doing here, little one?" he growled, his voice low and menacing.
"I... I didn't mean to intrude. I was just passing by," [Name] stuttered, trying to keep their composure.
South's wide grin turned into a scowl. "You shouldn't be here. It's dangerous."
"I know, I'm trying to leave. Please let me go," [Name] pleaded, taking a step back.
But South didn't move. Instead, he took a closer look at [Name]. Something about them caught his interest, maybe the way they stood their ground despite their fear or the determined look in their eyes.
"You're different from the others," he said, his voice softer this time. "What's your name?"
"[Last name] [Name]," [Name] replied, still wary of the gang member's intentions.
South nodded. "I'm Terano South. You can call me South."
They stood in silence for a few seconds, the chaos of the fight fading into the background. South seemed to be lost in thought, his expression unreadable.
Then, he made a sudden move. [Name] flinched, thinking he was about to attack them. But instead, he grabbed their wrist and pulled them along.
"Come on, I'll take you somewhere safe," he said, his grip surprisingly gentle.
[Name] didn't know what to make of the situation, but they had a feeling they didn't have much of a choice. They followed South through the back alleys and abandoned buildings, their heart pounding in their chest. They had heard stories about South, about how he would kill without mercy and how he was feared by everyone in the Rokuhara Tandai gang.
But as they walked, [Name] noticed something different about South. He seemed almost... lost. Like he didn't quite fit in with the other delinquents, like he was searching for something that he couldn't find.
"Stay here," he said, closing the door behind them. "I'll come back later." And with that, he was gone.
[Name] spent the next few hours waiting anxiously, unsure of what to do. They explored the small apartment, finding a few old books and a picture of a young boy with blond hair and a tribal tattoo on his chest. It must have been South when he was a child, before he became the violent gang member he was today.
As the sun began to set, [Name] heard a knock on the door. They hesitated for a moment, but then opened it.
South was standing there, looking just as imposing as before. But this time, his expression was different. He seemed almost... vulnerable.
"Thank you for keeping me safe," [Name] said, trying to break the silence.
"Whatever, let's go." South grabbed his jacket and headed towards the door, signaling for [Last name] to follow him.
The two walked down the dark streets of Tokyo, their footsteps echoing in the stillness of the night. South was quiet, lost in thought, while [Last name] struggled to keep up with his long strides.
As they walked, they heard the sound of loud voices and scuffling coming from a nearby alley. South quickly headed towards the commotion, with [Last name] following close behind.
When they arrived at the scene, they saw a group of men wearing black jackets, clearly members of a rival gang. South recognized them as the Mokuren gang, a group that he had a personal grudge against.
Without hesitation, South charged towards the group, throwing punches and kicks with incredible speed and strength. [Last name] watched in awe as South effortlessly took down each of the opponents one by one.
However, one of the members pulled out a knife and lunged towards South. [Last name] shouted a warning, but it was too late. South had already been stabbed in the chest.
Ignoring the pain, South managed to disarm the attacker and turn the knife on him, plunging it into his stomach. The rest of the Mokuren gang quickly retreated, leaving South and [Last name] alone in the alley.
South stumbled backwards, clutching his chest. [Last name] rushed to his side, trying to stem the bleeding.
"You alright?" [Last name] asked, their voice full of concern.
South chuckled weakly. "I've been through worse," he said, a small smile on his face.
Despite the pain, South couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration towards [Last name]. They had stood by his side without hesitation, even in the face of danger.
"You're not so bad, kid," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You got guts."
[Last name] smiled at the compliment, but their expression quickly turned serious as they realized the severity of South's injuries.
"We need to get you to a hospital," they said urgently.
South shook his head. "No hospitals. Just take me to my place."
[Last name] hesitated, unsure if it was safe to bring South to his home. But they knew that they couldn't leave him bleeding in the alley.
They helped South to his feet and supported him as they walked back to his apartment. Once there, [Last name] tended to his wounds as best as they could, cleaning and bandaging the stab wound.
For the first time in a long while, South felt a sense of gratitude towards someone else. He had always been used to relying on his own strength, but [Last name] had shown him that sometimes, it was okay to accept help from others.
As [Last name] prepared to leave, South spoke up. "Hey, [Last name]," he said, his voice soft. "Thanks for tonight. You saved my life."
[Last name] smiled. "No problem, South. Just don't go getting yourself stabbed again, okay?"
South chuckled. "I'll try not to," he said, watching as [Last name] made their way out of his apartment.
As he lay in bed, South couldn't help but think about [Last name]. They had shown him a kindness that he had never experienced before, and he couldn't help but feel drawn to them.
Maybe, just maybe, there was more to life than just strength and power. And maybe, just maybe, [Last name] could help him find it.
