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champagne for my real friends – (ran x reader ft. bonten)

a/n: this took forever to finish but i'm happy with how it turned out!!! also this is so humiliating but i literally forgot to write in mochi please don't hate me oh my GOD

content: LIL BIT NSFW!!! JUST SOME MENTIONS OF PAST STUFF!!! drunk!ran, pregnant!reader, bonten members, alcohol/drinking, last but not least there is so much swearing idk how else to write these folks i'm sorry lmaooo just a little meet the bontens fic :')

word count: 4.7k

(( this is a part of my boyfriendification/daddyfication of ran haitani universe please check out the original fics if you're interested! :) ))

"haitani," sanzu calls across the table. everyone's attention shifts over to him. "sorry," he says to rindou. "big haitani."

rindou rolls his eyes at the descriptor. ran chuckles and jerks his chin in sanzu's direction, silently indicating to him to proceed.

"what ever happened with your girl's pregnancy scare?"

there are a few exclamations or remarks in agreement: "shit, yeah!" "oh right, what did happen with that?"

"not a scare," ran tries to conceal a grin. "she's pregnant."

there are a few shocked sounds. he continues, "and we're gonna have the kid."

"shut the fuck up," kakucho's jaw hangs open in shock. takeomi, sitting to ran's left, claps him on the back in congratulations. "is he serious??" koko asks, looking not to ran, but to the more trustworthy rindou beside him, who nods. "that's not fair!" sanzu whines, throwing a childish pout toward ran. "why do you tell rindou everything first?"

"that's a dumb fucking question," koko scoffs, earning a shove from sanzu. ran snorts and takes a long drink.

suddenly, mikey raises his glass. the table goes silent, all eyes looking to him. "congratulations, haitani," he says with a small smile on his lips. "that's big news." everyone else raises their cups, celebrating ran's announcement.

ran hadn't realized how much mikey's approval would mean to him. he knew at some point he'd have to tell everyone. that they'd have to meet to discuss the logistics and the security risks of ran having a family, make sure his pregnant girlfriend and future baby would remain undiscoverable by rival organizations. but he had expected it to just be that: a topic for an executives meeting. never would he have expected mikey to congratulate him on the news, too.

"shots," ran slams a hand on the table. "on me. for everyone. mikey?" mikey hesitates but nods his agreement. "fuck yeah, great." ran waves to the bartender and in moments, they're all being handed shots of whiskey.

ran haitani was not a lightweight; the man could drink. as much as everyone else, and then some. typically, on these nights out for a drink with bonten, he would barely even get buzzed. when things at work got overwhelming, the guys had gotten in the habit of walking to the bar near their office together to vent about everything and have a beer. there were always brushes with law enforcement, court dates, dodged attacks on cargo, and this past week, a near miss involving an unmarked black van trying to run mikey's car off the road. none of this was unusual in bonten's world, but it took its toll when the events started to pile up. mikey had even been the one to suggest getting drinks tonight, signaling that even their leader was on edge: something that rarely happened.

when mikey went out to drink with his subordinates, they tried to keep it more on the professional side. nobody drank until he did, all cues were taken directly from his actions. but mikey had announced that congratulations were in order and something had switched in ran's brain. he was celebrating tonight.

after the first round of shots, he insisted on another. mikey was in a surprisingly good mood, always having been a sucker for happy announcements, and seemed perfectly content as ran ordered more shots and bottles and rounds of drinks.

as the hours passed, what began as a beer after work had become a rowdy, drunken night out. the table soon became the loudest in the bar, though the bartenders and owner recognized the mysterious tattoo they all donned and didn't dare say a word. the drunkest of them all, though, was ran.

"i'm really gonna be a fuckin' dad," he slurs, leaning into rindou's side, eyes on kakucho. "a cool dad, though. like, so fuckin' cool. imagine how cool i'll be as a dad. rin? yo, imagine it, man."

"jesus, slow down, dumbass," rindou shoves ran off of him as his older brother lifts his 5th? maybe 6th?? shot to lips. "how many is that now?"

"6," kakucho answers rindou from across the table, seeming sober enough to be trusted. ran snorts out a laugh and downs the dark liquor anyway.

he folds his long arms onto the table and rests his chin on them like a little kid. "you ever want kids?" he asks to no one in particular.

"you're so fucked up, man," takeomi chuckles, lighting a cigarette.

ran gives him look like he has no idea what he's talking about. mikey is watching with amusement, always intrigued by the behavior of his men outside of work and especially when they let loose in their personal lives.

"get him home, rin," koko nudges rindou.

"fuck no," rindou scowls. "i'm not his babysitter. he's an adult."

"he's trashed," kakucho indicates to where ran has almost fallen asleep at the table.

"should we call his girlfriend?"

everyone's heads whip toward sanzu, who's got the most devious grin on his face.

kakucho is the first to object to the idea, "he'd kill us for that."

"who am i killing?" ran lifts his head an inch. rindou rolls his eyes. the table falls silent as everyone continues to think it over.

"listen," sanzu raises his hands casually. "he's so gone right now, he'll probably just be happy as fuck when he sees his girl show up, right? and none of you have ever even met her! aren't you curious??"

"that's a good point," koko smirks. "fuck it, gimme his phone."

rindou lifts ran's phone from where it sits on the table between him and his brother and holds it up to ran's face. "ran, look up," he instructs. his brother turns slightly, blinks at the screen, and the phone unlocks. rindou places it into kokonoi's outstretched hand.

"hey, hang on," ran pushes himself back so that he's sitting up properly, almost sending the whole chair tumbling backwards. takeomi steadies it with an irritated huff.

koko easily finds your texts– they're pinned to the top of ran's messages. all of the bonten members have become familiar with your name, and there it is under a picture of you, saved with a single fiery heart emoji beside it. "let me call her," sanzu taps koko on the shoulder. "she's met me. it'll scare the shit out of her if you call."

koko looks up as if ready to protest, but mikey gives him a stern look that says listen to sanzu. so he does, handing the phone over obediently.

you answer on the second ring, voice slightly sleepy, "hi, baby."

"hey, sweetheart!" comes a voice that is definitely not ran's. "sorry to startle you. it's haruchiyo, 'member me?"

you feel your stomach drop. why on earth would one of ran's colleagues be calling you from ran's phone? "is ran okay?" you ask quickly.

"he sure is!" sanzu laughs like you've told him a joke. "but he's also piss fuckin' drunk."

"who the fuck is that?" ran's focus settles on sanzu's phone call. he balls the back of rindou's shirt in his fist, "who's he talking to?"

rindou roughly shakes off his brother's grip, "don't grab me. calm the fuck down."

"jesus christ..." you groan, hearing the exchange in the background of the call. "should i... would it be okay if i come to get him?"

"i think that would be a great idea. i hope it's not too much trouble!"

"no, he's always trouble," you scoff, though it comes across fondly. "i'll be there soon. haruchiyo, would you mind texting me the address?"

"sure thing, babe. we'll see you soon." he hangs up before you can clarify who exactly we entails.

once you've gotten the call from sanzu, you don't want to waste any time. luckily, you haven't gotten into pajamas yet; you're still in comfortable clothes from earlier that day. you grab a bottle of water from the fridge and toss a bottle of painkillers in your bag before heading out to your car.

you follow the map to the location sanzu has sent: a divey little bar only a block from ran's office. when you don't see his car in the parking lot, you assume he must've walked. at least the batmobile was safely in the parking structure at the bonten building.

it wasn't often that ran got drunk. try as you might, you couldn't actually remember a time when he'd been less sober than you. usually it was him who took your drunk ass home and played nurse. you inhale deeply to steel your nerves and head out into the cold night air.

the bar is warm, thankfully. it's dimly lit and bustling, almost every table and seat is full. the clack of a billiards game can barely be heard over the loud voices and the sound of the radio. eyeing the crowd, you notice that there's a clear division between one table in the back and the rest of the patrons. and at that table is a bright pink head of hair belonging to a man who you notice is waving you over.

you step carefully through the crowded bar, making your way toward sanzu and the bonten members. as you approach, you recognize the back of ran's long, lean body, sitting with his head propped up on his elbow.

"she's here! our savior!" sanzu exclaims, beaming at you. the five other men at the table turn to look at you. ran doesn't move. "just the ran haitani rescue team," you joke awkardly, earning a grin from the man at the other end of the table who you assume has to be mikey based on... well, everything about him.

sanzu motions around the table, quickly introducing the men: takeomi, kakucho, mikey, kokonoi, rindou. "nice to meet you," you nod respectfully and introduce yourself.

"and, of course, you know this ugly motherfu–" "can you be fuckin' polite, shithead??" koko elbows sanzu sharply. you try and fail to hold in a chuckle. "i know him well," you reply, unfazed. stepping forward, you kneel beside ran to get a look at his face. his eyes are closed, his cheek smushed into the hand that he's resting on.

"ran? wake up, hon."

his eyes crack open. when he recognizes you he smiles, "wow, hey, baby. where'd you come from?? look at you, you look so good. you're so pretty."

"and you're so drunk," you counter, cupping his cheek. ran's smile deepens at the touch, turning his head to kiss your hand. the movement causes his head to slip from his hand and hit the table with a thunk. the rest of the table howls with laughter.

"shit," ran raises his head, nearly chuckling himself. "come kiss it, baby." you lean in to kiss his forehead and he becomes jello, all his weight tumbling toward you.

you stand up to intercept his falling body with your own. he stays there, leaning against your side, eyes falling shut again. you run a hand along his shoulders lovingly. "i should get him home," you tell everyone. "thanks for calling me, haruchiyo. i appreciate it." sanzu winks, waving his hand: it was nothing.

"sorry, would someone mind giving me a hand with him?" you ask sheepishly, nearly laughing out loud when every single member of bonten rises from his seat.

takeomi throws one of ran's arm over his shoulder and pulls him up. ran is practically dead weight as takeomi shuffles him away from the table. kakucho comes around to ran's other side and does the same thing. together, the two men have no trouble carrying drunk ran to the door. "i'll supervise," sanzu follows them through the bar, scarred mouth tugging up into a delighted smile.

"nice meeting you all," you wave slightly to mikey, koko, and rindou, all of whom are still standing, watching their colleague being carried out of the bar. they nod their heads politely to you and you hurry to catch up with takeomi, kakucho, and sanzu.

"where do you–"

"which car, sweetheart?" sanzu asks, cutting off takeomi.

"sanzu... fuckin' kill you..." ran grumbles upon hearing sanzu call you sweetheart. he lurches forward but takeomi and kakucho are holding on tight.

you jog ahead to your car and open the door.

they help you fold ran's long limbs into the passenger seat until he's curled up and cozy against the upholstery. the four of you stare at him sleeping soundly for a moment.

"hey, i've got a great idea!" sanzu exclaims. "you should come back in and have a drink with us."

"thank you, that's very sweet, but–"

"she can't drink, she's pregnant, dipshit," kakucho rolls his eyes at sanzu.

"oh? you... oh..." you sputter. "...you know?"

"he told us tonight," takeomi gives you a genuine smile. "congratulations, by the way."

"thank you," you return the expression, hand coming up to rest on ran's shoulder, smoothing the fabric of his shirt nervously.

"well, at least come have a soda," sanzu bargains. "you can have soda, right? bubbles won't ruin the whole–" he gestures vaguely to your abdomen. "–project?" you can't help but laugh, "yeah, soda's fine."

"then come on in," he reaches to pat your shoulder tenderly. "we're all dying to know anything about you. ran doesn't tell us shit."

you give ran a questioning look out of habit, but he's out cold.

a soft mmm leaves his lips as you run your fingers through his hair, combing it out of his face. "tired, baby?" you ask. he nods wordlessly, eyes still closed. "okay, rest up a little. i'll be back soon."

you follow takeomi, sanzu, and kakucho back into the bar and straight to the table you'd found them at earlier.

"look who's back!" koko exclaims, the surprise evident in his voice.

sanzu presents you to the rest of the men with wide arms, like you're an answer in a game show puzzle.

smiling in a way that you hope doesn't come off as nervous or awkward, you give them another wave. the bonten members who had helped you get ran out to the car reclaim their seats around the table. ran's open chair sits before you, sandwiched between takeomi and one of the only other people you had recognized apart from sanzu: ran's brother, rindou.

you and rindou had met a handful of times, mostly briefly, but all pleasant. despite how much they bickered, you knew ran and rindou were incredibly close and deeply important to each other. ran would never admit it, but rindou's approval of you had been quite important to him. not quite a dealbreaker, but really fucking close.

luckily, from the first time you met the much more subdued and serious younger haitani, you'd immediately gotten along. you had respected rindou's quiet stoicism, the way he closely surveyed situations and people. rindou, on the other hand, appreciated your bubbly nature. he liked how kindly you spoke to him despite his cold facade, and knew that someone like that would be perfect for his brother who also tended to hide his true feelings from others. though ran chose to hide them behind a pearly white smirk. it didn't hurt that you also laughed when rindou made snarky remarks to his brother, and that you even teased ran a bit yourself.

rindou motions to the seat beside him, hoping to ease your obvious nervousness with a familiar face and a welcoming gesture. you sit beside him gratefully. though you and rin weren't particularly close, knowing he was ran's family who he trusted with his life, made him comforting company.

on your other side is takeomi, whom you'd only just met. he seems slightly older than the rest of bonten, and less amused by their shenanigans. from what ran had told you about him, he was much more of a veteran in their world, starting young as a founding member of a gang until now, where he's practically got a hand in every major crime organization in tokyo because of his knack for gathering intel and vast knowledge of the business.

what put you the most at ease, though, was the fact that ran always assured you that takeomi was not a bad guy. ran openly admitted to the fucked up shit he had carried out in his past, as well as that of the other bonten members (which, of course, was all top secret information you'd never share) but he always said that takeomi didn't roll like that. his official title was advisor because at his core– what he did best– was give advice. and apparently he knew what he preached perfectly well, he just didn't practice it himself.

he lights up a cigarette and sits back quietly, observing. surprisingly, mikey is the first to speak. "i wish i could say we've heard so much about you," he speaks in a soft voice, a slight grin on his lips.

"ran is ran," you shrug apologetically. "but i'm here now! i'd love to know more about you all, too."

"first," koko pushes his chair back from the table. "what are you drinking?"

"coke, please," you smile and he heads for the bar. looking back to the table, you add, "it is kind of shit that i can't do shots with my man anymore."

"or your man's friends," sanzu grins, pouring the rest of koko's beer into his own glass. "so, tell us everything."

"everything?"

"yeah, life story." you look over at takeomi and he smirks to indicate that he's kidding.

"jesus, don't stress her out," rindou mumbles, sipping on his beer. "fuckin' weirdos..." you pat his arm in a quiet thanks and possibly catch him grinning as he nods back.

"what kind of stuff do you want to know?" you lean back in your chair slightly, looking around at the faces of the men surrounding you. at ran's closest colleagues and friends. your mind goes to ran, wishing he was here with you while you meet bonten for the first time, holding your hand reassuringly, fielding questions like your own personal bodyguard/PR rep.

"where did you guys meet?" kakucho asks, leaning forward with genuine interest.

your mind flashes to the bathroom of club octagon where ran, who you'd known for 10 total minutes, had bent you over the countertop and rutted into your sopping core as he groaned filthy words in your ear.

"we were out with friends," you say, not a lie. "and we started talking."

"out where?" sanzu's eyes sparkle with mischief.

koko gives him an amused look and tells you, "sanzu's the fuckin' coked up prince of tokyo nightlife. you name it, he's been there."

"it was octagon."

"fuckin' love that place," he leans back in his chair, satisfied with the answer. to mikey he adds, "i fucked a girl in the bathroom there once."

mikey nods, unimpressed, while you try to maintain a poker face.

"why haven't we met you yet?" koko gives you a little pout. "haitani's keeping his princess locked in a tower or some shit?"

"weird that he wouldn't even introduce you to his brother," kakucho nods.

"we've met," you and rindou say at the same time.

"NOT FUCKIN' FAIR!" koko wails. takeomi visibly winces at the dramatics, making you smile. the dynamic between the bonten members seemed a lot like a little family, despite the dark undercurrent that seemed to connect them all.

"can i ask something a bit personal?" mikey speaks suddenly, dark eyes boring into yours from across the table. the way everyone goes silent when mikey has something to say nearly makes you shudder. you nod enthusiastically, wondering what it might be.

"have you given any thought to baby names yet?"

there's no indication that he's kidding at all. his genuine curiosity is endearing, even despite the whole silencing every other person at the table with just a look thing.

you nod, "probably ran jr."

nobody says a word.

"i'm kidding."

with the admission, the tipsy bonten members break; every single one of them howls with laughter. even mikey is chuckling at the joke.

"fuck haitani," kakucho grumbles. "i want a cool girlfriend, too, man..."

"why the fuck would any cool women ever date you with that face?" sanzu blurts through a laugh.

"who the fuck are you even talking to, dude?!" kakucho is laughing despite the subtle hostility in their back and forth.

someone orders another round of shots and soon the men are acting even looser, talking loudly and laughing with you like they've known you for years. you all sit talking, answering their questions, for a long while. their conversation moves so quickly, it doesn't feel like any time has passed at all, though.

"biggest thing in bonten is loyalty," takeomi is suddenly lecturing beside you. you can't help but find his older brother aura quite endearing. "so, you know, i'm sure ran has said it, but you're his one and fuckin' only."

you smile to yourself, nodding along to the man's words, "right. i definitely know that. and–"

"what the fuck is going on here?"

your head whips around to the familiar voice behind you. ran is standing a few feet back, swaying slightly. his violet eyes are so dark they're almost black, filled with confusion and rage. his eyebrows are drawn together, the only indication on his perfect poker face that indicates how he's feeling.

"baby," you stand up immediately. "you–"

"haitani!" sanzu cries fondly. "you're back from the dead!" he balls up a napkin from the table and tosses it at ran who swats it away.

"how do you feel?" you ask, now at his side. checking the time on your phone, you add, "you slept for a while."

he says nothing, just glares at the bonten executives seated around the table. the sleep had done him some good; he no longer felt like the room was spinning now, and could actually create a coherent thought. but now that his mind wasn't so cloudy, it was running wild with every possible thing the guys might have said to you. the jokes they might have made, the dark secrets they could have disclosed. were you okay? he worried. embarrassed? upset? scared?

"your girl's a delight, haitani."

ran focuses his gaze on his mikey as he continues, "you're forgiven for keeping her a secret for so long."

looking down at you, ran studies your face to make sure the calm expression is genuine. ran leans down to kiss your forehead. you're smiling when he looks at you again.

"should we get you home, honey?" your hand wraps around his, your sweet voice like music to his ears.

"it was really nice getting to talk with you guys," you turn back to the table of bonten's upper echelon. there's still a smile on your face, but ran remains skeptical. then the men are all waving enthusiastically, absolutely gushing out their goodbyes to you. ran snorts out a smug "have some self respect, boys."

"yeah, sure. fuckin' gloat," kakucho leans back in his seat, crossing his arms.

"you're such a child," rin sneers, shaking his head at his friend.

ran's arm wraps around your waist, the movement both territorial and because he was still wobbly and needed the support. "goodnight," he gives bonten a small wave of his fingers. "don't stay mad forever, kaku, you'll get ugly." takeomi holds the half drunk kakucho back with one arm while you and ran turn and head for the door.

the night outside the bar feels even colder than when you'd entered the bar earlier, and you cling to ran instinctively. he hesitates just outside the doorway for a moment. "shit, hang on," he nudges you away from him with his arm abruptly. turning on his heel, he promptly vomits into the bushes that line the building's perimeter.

"fuck!" he cries, wiping his mouth on his sleeve and standing up to his full height. breathing heavy, he turns to give you a wild-eyed look and a toothy grin.

"you feel so much better, don't you?" you smile at him.

"like i got a fuckin' exorcism," he says seriously, making you laugh. "i really needed that."

you dig for a tissue and a stick of gum from your purse and you pass them over to ran. the color seems to have returned to his face and he doesn't look quite so out of it.

however, he chooses to focus his newfound attention on you and asks, "so, do you mind telling me what the fuck you're doing here?"

"sanzu called me from your phone and asked me to pick you up because you were really drunk," you take his hand and lead him to your car. he pulls away, "and you listened to him?"

"yes?" you look at him incredulously. "ran, you were shitfaced. i could hear you on the phone."

"i would've sobered up. they just wanted–"

"to meet me?" you cut him off. "is that such a bad thing?"

ran inhales sharply through his nose, watching you cross your arms over your chest. in a kind of demented way, ran liked arguing with you. the way you defiantly talked back to him, raised your voice when you got frustrated, and pouted your lips just the smallest bit: it drove him crazy. ran knew better than to ever try a you're so pretty when you're angry line on you, but it didn't stop him from thinking it.

the dreamy look in his eyes gave him away though. you suddenly sigh, "you're still not 100%. i can tell because you're obviously thinking about something else right now."

he shakes his head, smirking unconvincingly, "i wouldn't do that."

you roll your eyes, though it's lighthearted, "sure, baby. now let me take you home."

when you take his hand again, he allows you to pull him along to your car. "i just don't want you puttin' yourself in bad situations..." ran continues. his voice sounds slightly strained and you can tell it's difficult for him to express these feelings. "scares the shit out of me, like, what if they had said something fucked up, or done something while i wasn't there to look out for you?"

"but it was okay," you hesitate behind your car, holding ran's waist. "it was fine. and i was gonna meet them eventually, right?"

"i guess," he sighs stubbornly.

"everything was good," you take his hands. "they were all perfect gentlemen. i wasn't uncomfortable at all. don't be mad, okay?"

ran bends to kiss you, soft lips melding with yours. he's still a little tipsy and his kisses are messier than you're used to, but you can feel his stress melting away.

you pull apart and get into your car. "you just can't," ran gestures, still not done with the conversation. "can't be so quick to listen to– i mean, any of those guys– but sanzu, of all people, okay??"

you smile and nod, clicking on your seatbelt. ran watches your amused face with frustration "i'm serious! sanzu is legitimately insane."

"ran, stop," you frown at him. "he was very sweet."

"none of those guys are fuckin' sweet!" ran scoffs. "they're in tokyo's largest criminal organization! they've all done terrible things!"

"hey," you give him a chastising look. "i happen to be in a serious relationship with an executive of tokyo's largest criminal organization."

"yeah, and he's an asshole," ran smirks.

"sometimes," you deadpan. ran laughs, reaching over to hold your hand in your lap. "but he loves me."

"you're damn right he does," his hand squeezes yours, thumb running across the back of it lovingly. you can tell he's still frustrated at the events of the evening, but it's fading.

"aren't you kind of glad i came to get you?" you cock your head to one side. "you didn't have to wait at the bar to sober up, i got to be with you at the end of the night..."

ran looks back at you with a look you can't figure out. he brings your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles. "it was really nice to see you show up."

you smile as he cups your cheek and pulls you close. his lips brush yours softly as he whispers, "i just fuckin' love you. and i worry, alright?"

"i fuckin' love you, too," you kiss his forehead. "let me take you home and put you to bed, okay, baby?"

"deal."

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2 years ago

nsfw alphabet with shinichiro?

ahhhh, shinichiro ✨😁 sure lovely, but i did include some sfw for a balance

A - affection Shinichiro is the best at affection. Maybe it was how he grew up formed him into the massive teddy bear, but he is all fluff with you.

B - body part His favorite body part of yours? Your ass. Nothing more. His hand lives there in public and a small, gentle slap here and there at home. Now for you? He’s a teddy bear, what isn’t there to love about him?

C - cuddles Uhm.. do I have to repeat myself? He’s the best. He actually wouldn’t hate being the little spoon, just anywhere he can get warmth he likes.

D - dirty secret When you’re away, he sometimes thinks about you and randomly gets turned on. So jacking off does it’s purpose and he imagines it was you. He gets into it too and ends up stopping before he overheats himself LOL

E - ending He is crushed when he has to dump you. He doesn’t want to! It wasn’t his choice! His life got bad, the money was low, and it was best for you to leave to get a more successful life. Seeing you cry those fat tears made him want to hold you and never let go, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t bring himself to because he, too, was crying.

F - favorite position Doggy all the way. Will he do others, sure, but you both can get into it by hitting the g-spots easily and your moans send him over.

G - goofy Goofiest man ever. Doesn’t matter if you’re mad, getting knocked up, sad, he will crack a joke to see a smile or hear a laugh.

H - hugging Teddy bear = good hugs. And after a good fuck, he falls asleep with you in his embrace.

I - i love you? (do they say it?) All the time. He wants you to know that he’s here, maybe not at home, but he’s always with you.

J - jealousy He might get jealous a few times, but you will always reasure him that you are his and he is yours. Thats what you both promised, right?

K - kisses Normally a peck on the cheek gets you both energized enough to go through the day, but catch him when he’s tired and you get a kiss on the lips. The best of both worlds.

L - little ones So good around kids. Now, he grew up pratically babysitting his brothers/sister, but kids LOVE him.

M - motivations A kiss. That’s all. Nothing more, nothing less, just a smooch. He loves kisses, and if it’s on the lips??? He is your slave.

N - nights with them Besides his gang and his bike, he loves spending time with you, and tries to anytime he can! Movie night with popcorn is a must, and a massage normally happens sometime in that time.

O - opening up Once he knew you and started dating you, he opened up whenever he needed to, and you knew you could do that right back. He would cry, get mad, anything to ease eachother was allowed and accepted.

P - patience He is extremely patient. Once again, it might be due to how he was raised, but he has learned that being patient is crucial to get what you want. Use that however you wish :]

Q - quiz (about you) I think he has a bad memory. Love you, idolizes you and your body, adores you, but can’t say when your anniversary is. It’s not that he doesn’t care, it’s just that he can’t remember anything for the life of him.

R - remembered… The first time you saw his bike. Your eyes pratically had hearts in them as you eyed the decaling on it. From there, you heard his hearty laugh and instantly fell in love !

S - security So protective over you! Not in an obsessive way, but he loves you and naturally wants peace for you.

T - trying effort Tries so hard to make sure you’re happy. If you want to try something new, he will with you, and etc.

U - unfairness Teases you a lot. He just thinks it’s adorable to see your face twist when he says things opposite of the answer you wanted.

V - volume surprisingly quiet. He whimpers a lot, and those can get loud, but he doesn’t moan a whole lot. He does moan, don’t kid yourself, but whimpering and groans are more often.

W - would they be whole without you? Absolutely not. He hates himself if you leave.

X - X-tra headcannon One time he caught you trying to hump a pillow for any hope of friction. He had been gone for a while on a trip and you were needy, what could you say? But when he caught you, something sparked inside of him and it unlesshed a literally machine.

Y - yearning Similar to the others, he won’t beg persay, but he might ask every once in a while. Work becomes a lot and ordinary sleep gets boring, he might need something to really tire himself out.

Z - zzz habits As mentioned above, sometimes work slams him so far down he sleeps for hours and hours. You once even thought he was dead, but no, he just sleeps lile a rock. If he can, he sleeps.

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1 year ago

Rules

Genre: smut,crack || warnings: sex (always use protection),fingering, giving head, Mingyu disturbing reader and Wonwoo MINORS DNI

Pairing: Wonwoo x fem!reader

Summary: Wonwoo had to make some rules because his best friend and roommate Mingyu always managed to disturb the two of you.

Note: this was an idea i once had and decided to post it. It's JUST for fun ᵔᴥᵔ

Note 2: it's just a little drabble

Rule.1

Sex at his place is absolutely not allowed. Well, not anymore. After Mingyu came into Wonwoo's room while he was balls deep inside you and just about to come, he couldn't do that anymore. And the worst part, Mingyu didn't even leave immediately, he saw your tits (yes,he got turned on) and told the other's that he caught the two of you while fucking (everyone was convinced Wonwoo and you don't sleep with each other) they made fun of him for a while.

The only noises in his room that could be heard were skin on skin and heavy breathing. Both of you were as quiet as possible and Wonwoo was biting down your collarbone, to keep himself from moaning out loud.

"Baby, i'm close..fuck,i'm going to cum." He groaned into your ear.

His cock twitched inside you and just then his bedroom door opened.

"Wonwoo, do you- oh my god, I'm sorry.. shit,sorry." Mingyu said, talking fast.

Mingyu didn't even bother to leave the room and just stood there watching.

"You are unbelievable Kim Mingyu, leave the fucking room." Wonwoo said through gritted teeth. And Mingyu? He tripped over his own feet while leaving the room. Even worse, he had to get the image of your tits out of his head somehow and he had to get rid of his boner.

Meanwhile Wonwoo was pissed and his mood for Sex was gone.

"It's okay, we knew the risk..it could be worse." You said to him and caressed his cheek softly.

"You didn't even cum yet neither did i..from now on we can't fuck here anymore, you're place it is." He said grumpy.

The next day when he went to the studio, Seokmin was already waiting for him and knowing Mingyu all too well he must have told him, because Seokmin was smiling a little too treacherously.

"Whatever you have to say,don't say it." Wonwoo said while walking towards the door.

"Oh come on, it's something so normal and congrats to you and y/n..everyone thought all you guys are doing is holding hands and watching movies." Wonwoo rolled his eyes and hoped the day would go by fast.

Rule.2

Fingering you is allowed and you're allowed to jerk him off. And why? Because just in case Mingyu decided to walk in on you again so it would be faster to stop. Oh wait, that's exactly what happened again.

A few weeks later you and Wonwoo were watching a movie together but instead of actually watching, Wonwoo had his fingers in your pants or better said in your pussy and his lips were on yours. You were moaning into the kiss while Wonwoo stroked your walls and went to your clit until you couldn't stay still anymore. You were grinding against his fingers, feeling your orgasm approaching you. And this very moment Wonwoo was pulling his hand out from your pants, pretending like he never fingered you just a few seconds before,when his door opened.

Mingyu had his eyes closed when he stepped inside.

"You can open your eyes, we're just watching a movie." Wonwoo assured him.

"I forgot to knock, sorry and thank god, you're not naked. I made dinner and wanted to ask you if you guys are hungry too." Mingyu smiled so proudly and you just couldn't say no. Even though you were really horny and wet.

"I'm actually really hungry,we're out in a few minutes." You let him know.

And Mingyu walked happily back to the kitchen.

"y/n i can't go out there like this, i'm fucking hard and i can't believe this happened again."

"Do you think it's any better for me? Let's just eat and then finish where we stopped okay?"

While eating, Mingyu talked about his plans for later, he wanted to meet a friend. Wonwoo and you shared looks with each other, thinking the same.

After dinner you helped Mingyu with the dishes while your boyfriend had to make a phone call. And then around 30 minutes later the two of you were alone.

Wonwoo was fast, his lips on yours, his tongue explored your mouth and then he gently pushed you onto his bed. He pulled down your pants and settled himself between your legs.

"Mingyu forgot his wallet, so I need to be fast." He said while pulling his own pants down and entered you. He was actually not a big fan of going fast, but he had to make you cum before his best friend got back.

Wonwoo picked up pace and his thrusts became deep hitting your g-spot just right. Then his hand wandered down to your clit.

"I'm close already baby,you too right?Come on my cock."

Wonwoo moaned your name and then he sucked on your neck, leaving a hickey while you could feel his hot cum painting your walls. You came right after him, your nails dug into his skin on his shoulders, making him groan.

Right when the two of you came down from your high, you could hear the door outside. You were surprised about how your boyfriend was right. You looked at him and Wonwoo gave you the told you so look.

Rule.3

No showering together anymore. The reason is simple, while giving your boyfriend head, Mingyu decided to just walk into the bathroom. Wonwoo got startled and accidentally thrusted a little too hard into your mouth before helping you up.

"Fuck yes, your mouth feels so good..hmm just like that..don't stop baby." Wonwoo was so lost in pleasure and bliss while you swirled your tongue around him and started to deep throating him.

Right at this moment the door opened "you two are so fucking nasty. Can't you just wait or go to y/n's place? No one can be this horny all the time."

Wonwoo got startled and thrusted too hard making you gag "for fucks sake, Mingyu.Not again. Can't you just knock for once? I thought you were out" And then helped you up and stood in front of you.

Suddenly Soonyoung stood in the bathroom "bro, you were right..These two are horny lovebirds. You proved your point Wonwoo, we get it now." Then the two men went outside again and you heard them laughing.

"I think we should just always go over to my place, don't you think?"

Wonwoo sighed "You're right, you're right."

And from this day on, the rules were made and the two of you never had sex again at Wonwoo's place.

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it's midnight and your husband, ran, thinks it's the best time to pour his feelings out for you.

"we're married."

coldness paints both of your bodies, to which you find delight in. everything feels perfect — you're well rested under the warmth of the comforter, your husband's arm is draped protectively on your waist, and the cerulean hues of your little night light rests on the night stand.

it feels perfect, almost. if only your husband hadn't kept muttering his musings to himself as you lie on his side.

"can't believe we're married," ran murmurs to himself. "i love you. i love you so much, sweetheart. have i ever told you how grateful i am you stayed with me?"

a minute ago, you were almost asleep. and you're certain it's late by now — the clock had probably struck midnight, yet you wonder to yourself why your husband was still fully awake on your side, much less pouring out his feelings for you when you're almost half asleep due to being lulled by his voice.

you don't complain, nor do you move. your head is gingerly turned to your side, eyes shut tight as you listen closely to ran's words.

"we've only been married for a week and wow," he lets out a chuckle, a smile appearing on his lips. "i can't wait 'til we're married for more than sixty years; that's a long time we're gonna be with each other — i hope you don't mind... sticking on my side throughout those times."

ran lifts his arm from your waist momentarily, only to reach forward and caress your face with his thumb. the smile never once faltered from his face as he watches your 'sleeping' form.

it's a bit embarrassing, he thinks, to think that he feels conscious with himself as he's pouring every little bit of feeling he has. it's a probable that you're asleep because it's been hours since the two of you went to bed, and it's late, so here he had been — writing each and every appreciation he has for you out loud, murmuring them in hopes that it reaches your dreams.

and hopefully one day, he'll have the courage to voice all of this to you.

"don't worry, i'm your husband. i won't let any harm come to you — if anything, they'd have to pass through me first.... and maybe rindou too." his words brought a small smile to your face. "i promise i'll keep my vows to you. i'll do my best to keep that smile on your face."

"we fight sometimes, and i make you cry on some occasions. and i'll admit that i've done you wrong on those days because," he pauses. "i'm not perfect. i say hurtful things to you that i don't mean. and i sometimes choose to run away than fixing our problem immediately.... nowadays, when i look at you i remember that it's always been you and i. it's you and i against everything, not you against me. and our marriage is a proof that i intend on keeping this promise that way — i'll always be by your side, love, no matter what."

he lets out a quiet breath, before leaning down to press a soft kiss on your forehead.

"so bear with me, okay? i love you."

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