The Boyfriendification Of Ran Haitani

going fishing or something

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POKER FACE, haruchiyo sanzu.

note: this chapter contains discussion of gunrunning, slight gun play.

+ fem!reader (she/her). antagonist!reader. bonten!au, gang violence, explicit language and smut, drugs & cigs & alcohol, lots of blood, discussion of murder & illness, mikey is a menace (we luv to see it), mentions of sa (like for charity purposes), childhood trauma, deaths, uhhh wounds, stitches, needles, misogyny, prostitution, illegal gambling.

+ playlist. | masterlist.

SIX-INCH HEELS, SHE WALKED IN THE CLUB LIKE NOBODY’S BUSINESS.

Honestly, you’d kill for a nap right now. If there was some mythical creature that would pop before you with a nice pillow, asking you to shoot someone in trade for sleep, you’d do it without blinking.

“This better be worth my fucking time,” you hissed, glancing at your wristwatch to see its hands pointing at midnight. 

As the limousine sped up through the highway, the glaring lights of the establishments outside became a blur of vivid colors from your seat. They were dim, but enough to tire your eyes out. 

You murmured a crisp curse, telling yourself that you had better have a raise for all this hard work. Especially when you were off to meet a certain someone from one of the most heinous gangs in the undercity. You would’ve called off this surprise meeting had your boss, Ava, didn’t use those doe-eyes shit to you. Letting her go on her own was out of the choice, as well. Ava didn’t know shit about these things. 

She simply wasn’t born to lead her father’s gang. Too bad that her father, Augustus, didn’t consider that before passing away. Yes, Ava perhaps was a straight-A student ever since she was in nursery, but what would she know about gangs? On the other hand, you had been in this life even before learning how to use a tampon. It would make total sense to leave the gang to you. But no, he’d rather have his clueless daughter maneuver his business. 

You probably were resentful, but you didn’t hate Ava. Frankly speaking, if she had the mind to hand over the gang to you, you would’ve been more than willing to pump her credit card full to continue living her princess life. She could’ve been at a front seat on every fashion runway on Earth— whenever and wherever. She could’ve owned the latest cars, leading the fashion trends, becoming that one perfect It Girl if only she had given the gang to you. If only. 

But she’d rather traverse this sick life with blindfolded eyes. Therefore, all you could do was lay your own life protecting her like what you promised on her father’s grave.

All you could do was meet this man in her stead since she had little to no idea what she agreed to in the phone call with Manjiro “Mikey” Sano— with Bonten’s leader. 

The boss had no qualms with Bonten, yet he never once sat inside a room with Mikey. Bonten was as aloof as their leader, and based on the reputation they have built, negotiating with them wasn’t a walk in the park. So why the fuck had they directly contacted Ava? These were bloodthirsty men and their greed knew no bounds. Had they thought about browbeating Ava into submission? 

You shifted on your seat, your mood turning even more sour at the thought. If that was the case, they had made a grave miscalculation. As long as you stand, no one could touch Ava. 

And that’s to explain why you were here in the first place, in front of a five-star nightclub in the middle of the city while hiding a pistol in your purse. Rumor has it that this certain executive was one of the craziest out of the Bonten bunch. Apparently, he hailed from Roppongi. That was enough reason to keep a gun with you. 

Juxtaposing the sound of honking cars and the sight of passersby waiting for the last bus trip, the inside of the night club was in a state of pure chaos. Your six-inch heels left deadly thuds against the floor, but the sound had been lost to the bodies jumping and dancing and grinding on the dance floor. 

Some guy greeted you at the door and led you towards the isolated part of the club. Women wearing thongs rushed through the pathway decorated with red lights. They hastily put on their earrings before entering different rooms. You looked around you, keen eyes trying to look through the door cracks to see if he was there until you reached the last room from the right. 

It was incredibly cold inside the room. You frowned, immediately regretting wearing a backless. 

However, where the fuck was Ran Haitani? 

The room was spacious, and without a doubt concealed many secret pathways for emergencies. You sat on the plush couch, crossing your leg over the other when someone appeared from behind the thick curtain on your peripheral. 

“You’re late.” Your heart jumped at the familiar voice. It’s from the man wearing a crisp tuxedo, looking expensive and a tad bit ragged. He grinned at you before downing the glass he was holding. “Twenty minutes late.” 

“Traffic,” you deadpanned, “and why the fuck are you here? I was supposed to meet with Ran Haitani.” 

“Traffic? In the dead of night?” He shot up an accusing brow, amusement dancing in his emerald eyes. 

“Well, not my fault that you’ve decided to meet here. Right, Sanzu?” you bit out. 

He revealed a sly smile while scratching his brow with his pointer finger. “Feisty, I like that.” 

You ignored the mirth clouding his face and sat up properly. “Let’s get down to business, shall we? Unlike you fuckers in Bonten, sleep is pivotal to some people.” 

“Oh, fuck,” he dragged the words, long and taunting, “I get so fucking hard when you talk like that, though watch your pretty mouth before I fuck you silly over that table.” 

You leaned back and crossed your arms. “Wow, I am so wet.” 

Sanzu chuckled while raising his glass in agreement. “I know. It only takes a few dirty talks to have your thong crying.” 

“I just walked in and you’re all ready to bust a fat nut. I guess you’re not one to talk,” you replied while looking and studying your nails. 

His grin turned wider. “And you’re wondering why I’m here instead of Ran? Can’t have anyone hearing those words other than me.” 

You blinked, edging his patience. “You sure you didn’t fight the others for it? Though, I’d much prefer Ran. I’ve heard he’s a straightforward guy.” 

Sanzu jumped and sat on the couch in front of you before manspreading and reclining back. “Careful, pretty, I’m a jealous man.” 

You peered at him and echoed a fake gasp. “Shocker.” 

“Damn, I’ll surely nut if we don’t fuck anytime sooner. But let’s talk business first before I wreck your shit.” He said the words so casually that for a second, a log seemed to be stuck in your throat. Nothing could really shake this man, so he goes around saying the most explicit words ever created in the dictionary. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You gasped dubiously. It had been years and you should’ve been used to this already. This man had always been vulgar when it comes to his savage wanting. When it comes to you. 

“Mikey wants your connection to buy a couple of guns.” He leaned forward again, placing his elbows on his knees. At the confused expression on your face, Sanzu grinned. “I know, I know it sounds bizarre. Bonten has never been one to grovel, so what’s our deal now?” 

You rolled your eyes immediately. Pompous fuckers. 

“Not only that: Bonten is forever on its emo’s phase. So what’s your deal now?” To goad him, you raised a perfectly trimmed brow, refusing to look away. If they were thinking that you’d give in easily, that your gang would give in easily, you’d prove just how wrong they were. 

Sanzu merely laughed it off before proceeding, “We’re the most heinous gang out there right now. And us, coming to you, is something you’d tell your grandchildren about.” 

It was your turn to laugh. There was no doubt to it now: Bonten believed that they had the undercity in a leash. You must admit that you were vulnerable because of the boss’ death, but the gang have you. 

You giggled. “Bonten needs to stop riding its own dick, I think. Not everyone is scared of your little gang, Sanzu.” 

“And if you don’t wanna be scared, the guns will be on our table by next week.” He altered his position by placing one knee over the other, copying you. “Generous deadline, yes?” 

You’d kill him. With your own and bullets. They were the ones who called Ava— had her panicking for a minute straight— and they had all the guts to command you now? Something is fucked in their brains. 

“First of all, fuck you,” you flatly said. 

“You will,” Sanzu replied nonchalantly, “later. Business first, I’m afraid.” 

You completely ignored the jibe and continued, “Second of all, it’s Bonten that needs us and not the other way around. Have you forgotten it’s Mikey who called Ava? Personally, too. If you want the goddamn guns, talk politely.” 

Sanzu’s lips twisted to that of a mocking grimace. “Wise points but I gotta correct you on that. Mikey called Ava because she’s weak. The girl would cave in, which is gonna be for her own good, and there’d be no problem between our gangs.” 

“Ava isn’t weak,” you pinned. But you weren’t certain yourself. People have different strengths, yes, but Ava’s was not meant for this life. Therefore, her strength lies somewhere else. 

“She is, and you know it. A good relationship with Bonten will serve as her protection,” he further explained with his free hand swaying to the air. 

You went silent for a hot minute before peering back at the man who’s still got his smirk glued to his face. “Being allies will guarantee enemies. She’d be vulnerable,” you elaborated. 

“Playing safe now, are we? Where’s the fun in that?” Sanzu tilted his head to the side in an attempt to goad you. “Thought you were a daredevil.” 

“I’d call it playing wise. She’s not ready for this life yet.” You hated how weak your voice had become. You wanted to believe in Ava so badly. But everything would’ve been easier if it was you. 

Sanzu clicked his tongue. “But you are, always have been. So what will it be? Yes or no?” 

Under Bonten, as much as you begrudged to admit it, Ava would be safe. You could protect her, yes, with your own life if need be. But there was obvious unrest in the gang after the boss’ passing. Some of the men believed that Ava was simply not meant to lead. First, because of her upbringing. Second, she was too fragile for a life of guns and endless bloodbath. The boss had raised her to live a normal life, and be the writer she dreamed to be. 

You were as shocked as everyone else when she announced that she’d start leading the organization. Yet you couldn’t deny her that. She was the sole heiress. Whatever she would want, she would have in a heartbeat. 

“Let me talk to Ava first,” you answered. 

Sanzu’s eyes glowed. Still goading you, the bastard. “A few guns won’t hurt.” 

You stood up and straightened your dress. That’s what he believed, but in this field, you knew it was more than guns. Sanzu wouldn’t simply admit it. 

Bonten is like a magnet. They could bring you more allies just as easily as they could garner you enemies. You weren’t certain which would it be had your gang decided to ally with them. Best be careful now before the glory attempts to blind you. 

“It could. You know that.” You turned on your red bottoms, looking at Sanzu one last time before ambling to the door. 

“Last chance to strip and let me hit,” Sanzu called after you. The last thing you heard was his raucous laughter after you gave him the finger. 

Inside the limo, you contemplated the offer. This would be burdensome for Ava. You, at least, needed to sift through it so you can expand on it clearly. She had little to no idea about Bonten, just that Mikey have managed to build an empire without actually moving from his throne. 

Somehow, crossing Mikey was the choice you’d rather not make. Not that he scared you, but nobody knows how he maneuvers his pretty little head and his unpredictability makes him even more dangerous. If a gang war between you arises, it’d be complicated. 

Ava’s mansion, since it’s technically now hers, loomed in the distance after an hour of driving. It sat at the top of a small hill overlooking the expanse of their manor below. However, the unabridged shape of the house had been overwhelmed by imposing iron gates. They were huge gates. If there was a zombie apocalypse, you’d feel safer behind it. 

Envy once again settled in your chest. It was pathetic to feel such. However, what could you do? These feelings were completely normal, and even after all the things you’d done that would question your humanity, you remained entitled to this envy. 

It was past one a.m. when the limo finally lined itself along with ten other sports cars in their first garage. Yes, first of many. 

The main hall was expectedly empty when you entered, and the only noise you heard had been the sharp clack of your heels. 

You roamed your eyes around the majestic hall. You still could remember the first time her father brought you here. For minutes you refused to move for the fear that you might get lost. It’s just too huge and intimidating like a real life palace. 

The boss’ passing didn’t come off as a shock to everyone. He’d been battling an illness for years. And yet it didn’t make it any less tragic. He was the only adult figure you’d ever known after the death of your mother. His death surely had left a tiny hole in your heart. Everything you knew and every luxurious thing you possessed was because he trusted you. He trusted that you’d help bring his gang to its glory. 

Shaking your head to release some tension, you sighed and walked straight to the kitchen, almost dropping your purse at the sight which greeted you. It’s Ava, in her favorite pajamas, obviously mixing coffee.

“Why are you awake?” you raised the question. 

Ava swiftly turned from the coffee machine and adjusted her thick glasses. She looked so much like her father. Her skin was in rich tawny color, thick brows, a deep set of eyes, and a decently pointed nose. Ava was beautiful.

“Hi!” she greeted cheerily, “I have exams coming up so I’m pulling an all-nighter.” 

Right. She’s one school year away from graduating college. Home-schooled because of her family’s background. 

“And you thought a shot of espresso would help?” you quipped before sitting on one of the stools. “Take it easy or you’ll palpitate again. We do not want Sev scolding you before exams.” 

Sev is part of the gang and Ava’s personal butler. He’s slightly older than you and more like a brother to Ava. Similar to you, he had been of service to Ava’s family ever since the boss saved him from the juvie. 

Ava grabbed her cup with two hands and sat across from you. “I can make you one if you’d like. I’m getting better at it.” 

“I’d love to,” you sighed, “but I need sleep. There’s so much work to do tomorrow.” 

You hadn’t meant it to sound like you were complaining. However, Ava’s face easily formed an apology. 

“I’m sorry for sending you to the conference,” she whispered, “I mean, I would’ve gone myself but I didn’t wanna mess it up.” 

“Silly.” You chuckled. “It’s my job and I’d rather do it. I’ll never send you to negotiate with those men.” 

Ava smiled sheepishly. “One day, I have to. And you have to let me go.” 

You reached and pinched her cheek. “Not now, though. Lemme handle this for you, m’kay?” 

She took a sip from her cup before asking, “How was it? What do they need?” 

Propping your chin up with your hand, you let Ava into what you’ve discussed with Bonten’s number two. “They need us to buy guns for them. Your father had the grip on gunrunning business. They know it’s easier if our gang handles the job.” 

Curiosity shadowed her eyes. She must’ve been reviewing the names of people who could provide you with the goods. You had Sev list all the allies down for Ava to familiarize herself with, after all. 

“Are we talking about the one in Russia? What did you say?” 

“I said we’ll think about it. You can never trust anyone in this job,” you said with caution, “everyone can fuck our asses up real bad once they get what they want.” 

Ava nodded. “Will they, though? Bonten?” 

“If given the chance,” you answered truthfully. “Men are hungry creatures. And we’re vulnerable now because of your dad’s death, may he rest in peace, so we have to be extra careful.” 

Her eyes were moored to the steam coming from the cup. You knew she was thinking of something, yet she remained unreadable. “I wonder how did you manage to survive these hungry men,” she voiced out with emphasis to the last words. “Papa once said that you were only a teenager when you joined the gang. I couldn’t imagine how it must’ve felt like.” 

Suddenly, you’ve been brought back to the darkest days of your life that you would rather not think about. You smiled at Ava instead. “It’s not every day they see a woman handle shit meant for men. But such things don’t exist here. You have to be tough or they’ll eat you alive.”

“That sounds cool.” Ava lifted her face, her eyes shining like stars. “I want to be tough like you so I will not disappoint you and the gang.” 

After Ava finished her cup, you bid her goodbye. It’s past two now, said the clock inside your car. You let out your hundredth sigh of the night, turning on the stereo for the music to accompany you home. To your own home. 

There was an unparalleled relief once you arrived at the gates. To you, your home was the safest place where you could be. Nobody knows you live here. Not Ava, not Sev, not the gang. It’s your own place away from the chaos outside. Away from danger and the hubbub of gang trades. It’s not as grandiose or enormous as Ava’s mansion, but it is home. 

You blinked hard, pressing your finger to the motion sensor. A silent ding before the doors parted and you were inside. 

It’s oddly dark inside. You walked in further, palming the wall nearest to you for the light until you felt something cool pressing on your temple. 

“Gun’s off the house, angel,” he whispered before the lights filled the living room one by one, revealing Sanzu pressing a gun to your temple while holding a glass of Hennesy, no doubt. 

You groaned and reached for your purse. “You’re fucking dramatic.” 

Only when you tossed your gun to the ground did he retreat his hand. “Well, you’re sleep-deprived. I didn’t wanna take the chance.” 

“You’re right. I might’ve shot you on sight if the lights were on,” you said flatly while reaching for the laces of your heels. 

Sanzu placed his glass on the floor before reaching for your neck, wrapping his hand around gently before pushing you against the door. With his gun still in hand, he captured your lips. 

You answered the kiss with the same hunger, wrapping your arms around his neck. He ground his lower body to yours, hard-on against your tingling cunt. Before Sanzu pulled back and brought the gun between your bodies, rubbing your poor cunt with the nozzle. 

“Haru…” you gasped into his mouth. 

Sanzu’s eyes were intense, never letting go of your face. He trailed kisses down your jaw, rubbing the gun more aggressively now, before sucking on your skin. 

The whole ordeal had you dizzy while helplessly clawing at the door. The excitement just made your bones even more brittle, your knees starting to give up before Sanzu caught you. 

He retreated the gun, pulling your dress down and kissing your forehead. “You’re tired.” 

You held onto him, just relishing the warmth provided by his body. “Didn’t know you’re into edging.” 

Sanzu chuckled, tossing his gun to the nearest couch. He faced you, then, cupping your cheeks and pressing to purse your mouth together. “How’s my wife?” 

“Tired. So fucking tired. That shit Mikey pulled has me losing my mind a little,” you complained as you tugged his hand down and ambled for the bar counter barefooted. You sat on the stool while Sanzu took it upon himself to grab you a cold glass of water. “Would you let me in why he called Ava? It’ll be our little secret.” You winked at him playfully. 

Sanzu clapped his tongue. “You’re hot, but no. Besides, gang stuff stays out of the house, right?” 

“Oh, yeah. Sorry,” you murmured before emptying your glass. “I need a bath.” 

“It’s waiting for you upstairs,” Sanzu said. 

“Thank you,” you whispered before planting a kiss on his cheek. You hopped out of the stool and jogged toward the stairs. A few steps up, Sanzu called your name. You leaned over the railings to look down at him. 

“Remember the penthouse you wanted so bad?” He smiled from ear to ear. 

You folded your brows. “Yes. What about it?” 

A wide and satisfied grin adorned his lips, then. “It’s yours now.” 

Blinking, you stared at him for a good minute before your heart started to pump like crazy, blood rushing to your head. “No fucking way,” you gasped with an incredulous chuckle. 

He tipped the glass in your direction. “Yes fucking way. You can check it out tomorrow.” 

You released an excited shriek before running and hugging him. Sanzu giggled into your ear, whispering welcomes as you screamed your thank yous. Pulling back, you closed your mouth around his while smiling. He automatically raised your dress, squeezing your ass. 

“I deserve some pussy, don’t you think?” he whispered hoarsely, drunk to the kiss you shared. It’s silly how Bonten’s second in command folds with your kiss. 

“This pussy’s all yours tomorrow.” You tapped his cheek lightly. 

“Music to my fucking ears,” he groaned before leaning in for a kiss again. “I’ll meet you upstairs.” 

“I love you,” you said, refusing to let him go. “So much.” 

“I love you. Tenfold,” he replied instantly. There was nothing but absolute zeal in his eyes. 

You gave him a peck before jogging your way to the stairs again.

You opened the door to your shared bedroom. Instantly, the familiar scent of home whiffed at your nose. You smiled widely before stripping and going straight to the bathroom. 

Somehow, all the day’s work had been shredded off your skin. It’s always like this with Sanzu, your husband. Sometimes it scared you just how much you love him, and he had admitted the same all the time. And even though your works were different and you had to pretend enemies outside, it wouldn’t matter as long as you come home to each other.

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wasted time | ran haitani

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pairings: bonten ran x ex fem!reader

length: (est. 75k) incompleted

Author's note: this is a work in progress with slow updates because of uni :( . but here's the taglist incase you want to be updated. enjoy reading !!

synopsis. you and ran broke up after a disagreement and never expected to see each other again years later.

content. exes to lovers, porn with plot, mutual pining, slow burn, love triangles, past unhealthy relationship, post break-up, angst, bonten!timeline

nsfw content. alcohol, weed & drugs, violence, gunplay (sanzu is uhhhhh...yeah), intoxication; nsfw/18+ only, minors do not interact: riding, face sitting, oral (m & f), ass play, mutiple orgasms (f), creampie, drunk sex, reader hires a male escort to get over ran, it flops, loads of flashbacks, sexting, ran and reader are manipulative to each other

CHAPTERS

001 — (6.3k)

content. nsfw, minors do not interact: drinking & alcohol, ran smokes a cigarette, in flashback; first meetings, strangers to friends; reader and ran have history, nostalgia

002 — (7.3k)

content. nsfw, minors do not interact: suggestive!ran in flashback; he teases reader a bit, ran also neglects reader a bit, communication issues, accused cheating , mentioned sexual content, explains past relationship dynamic a lil more

003 — (7.7k)

content. nsfw, minors do not interact: mentioned drugs this chapter, implied blood and violence; sanzu gets caught with blood on his hands;

004 — (10.2k)

content. nsfw, minors do not interact: TW THIS CHAPTER!! gun violence; sanzu pulls a gun out on reader; profanity, reader gets knocked out in the head, sanzu shows reader picture with explicit imagery; decapition and amputation; heavy smut in flashback and slight angst

005 — (8.7k)

content. nsfw, minors do not interact: ran takes you to the meeting with mikey, then fucks the shit out of you, office sex, fantazing, reader has a small argument with ran, in flashback ran is kinda maniuplative

006 — (7k)

content. nsfw, minors do not interact: infidelity/cheating, violence and blood; ran beats up shion till his face is bloody; ran and reader have a toxic mindset, jealousy, cigarettes, drinking/alcohol consumption, hanma slut-shames someone

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@#! SHINICHIRO AS YOUR BOYFRIEND

pairings: sano shinichiro x reader

cw/tws ⚠️: touching, kissing, physical affection

requested: no

barrista’s note ☕: NOT ENOUGH SHINICHIRO CONTENT.

#SHINICHIRO

THIS BOY I STG I JUST WANNA CRY

okay, shinichiro is the most affectionate (physically) boyfriend you can ever have, can’t change my mind.

you’re in public? he couldn’t care less. he pulls you to his lap, hugs you, holds your hand, kisses your neck, picks you up and spins you around… he is affectionate !!

shinichiro is extra observant when it comes to his s/o so he notices every slight bit of change right away

he’s the best at comforting you, shinichiro knows exactly what to do to make you feel better <3. you want cuddles? get under the blankets, he’s waiting. you wanna watch movies? he’d already rented your favorite movies and the snacks are ready. he is away and he can’t come to see you? care package full of cute little things and your favorite snacks

he always checks on you via texts if you’re not together, he also sends good morning/night texts every day <3.

Keep reading

Mockingbird

Pairing: Shinichiro Sano x F!Reader

Genre: Crack, fluff, lil angst

Word count: 1.6K

Warnings: Canon divergent, OOC, profanity, mentioned panic attacks, non-graphic mentions of a snake eating

You were born rotten, but he had a chance.

pt. 1 | previous | playlist

Shinichiro nervously checked his watch, the numbers 7:32 flashing back at him like a slap in the face.

He arrived at the meeting spot at 6:50, not wanting to be late a second, fixing his hair and lighting a cigarette to calm his nerves, first only thinking you’ll be a couple of minutes late, no biggie.

But soon 7 p.m. turned into 7:10, then 7:20, and by that point, he was sure you just weren’t gonna show up, that it was just a way to mock him a little more, maybe to decimate his self-esteem entirely.

He already considered throwing the flowers Izana, Mikey and Emma picked for you into the trash and just going to get drunk with Takeomi, already imaging the mocking look on his friend’s face, but he decided to wait a little more, maybe until 8, then he will go wallow in self misery and alcohol and regretting every single life choice he has ever made.

Well, this has been soul-crushing, goodbye any and all self-respect.

“Hey! Lover boy!”

He of all things did not expect to look up and see you running, stopping right in front of him to bend at the waist and hold your side, taking deep, heavy breaths, looking like you’ll collapse.

“Fuck, I am so, so incredibly sorry, I had to drop my brother off at his friend’s but then he got a panic attack and I couldn’t just leave him like that and then there was traffic and-“

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, no worries,” Carefully patting your back, Shinichiro could not hide the way he perked up like a dog being promised a treat, “Is your brother okay? Do you need to go back?”

You came after all!

Shaking your head as you plopped down next to the water fountain, you buried your face in your hands, trying to steady your heartbeat, politely thanking Shinichiro when he handed you a water bottle.

“No, no, I asked him if he wants me to stay but he said to get my ass here, so yeah, he’s fine now, I went to drop him off at 5 so I’d be on time, couldn’t leave him alone, but some* motherfucker in the building was yelling and that set him off and-“

“It’s fine,” Smiling, Shinichiro sat down next to you, carefully settling the flowers by his side, “No need to explain yourself, don’t worry, just catch your breath.”

Nodding as you looked up at him with a smile, your eyes widened as you caught sight of his face, arm instinctively reaching out to ruffle his hair.

“Hey, you left your hair down!” Grinning, you ignored the way his ears flushed, “Also, you look nice. That shirt really suits you.”

“Well, you said I looked cute that way.” He shrugged, trying to play it off cool, as if you hadn’t already made him eat concrete, “And thanks, my little brother bullied me into wearing it- Oh, also, um- These are for you. My siblings helped pick them out.”

Carefully handing the flowers over to you, he felt his soul only slightly die at your confused face.

“Oh, thank you? Sorry, kinda awkward, never received flowers that weren’t from my brother before- Is it okay if I put them in my bag so I don’t lose them?“

Never mind, he suddenly got the desire to live again when you smiled shyly, a finger passing over the petal of one of the tiger lilies in the bouquet.

“Sure, I planned for us to go to an aquarium if that’s okay? I mean, that’s kinda childish now that I think about it, if you wanna go somewhere else that’s totally fine-”

A teasing grin spreading on your face made him stop his speech, his ears to flush a bright pink again as you pulled him up to his feet, standing so close he could feel your breath on his face.

“I would fucking love going to the aquarium and look at some fish.”

“Shin, this one kinda looks like you.”

Shinichiro’s eyes narrowed as he leaned down the observe the fish you were pointing at.

“It looks stupid and confused.”

You flashed him a mischievous grin.

“Exactly!”

“Wow. I’m feeling bullied right now.”

“You should. I am bullying you.”

“Mean. Come on, let’s go see the snakes.” Rolling his eyes, Shinichiro linked his arm with yours, dragging you towards the exhibit.

He half expected you to recoil and scowl at the sight of a large boa, apparently in the middle of a meal, but your eyes lit up like a little kid’s, clearly fascinated as you got a touch too close to the glass.

“You are a little too into watching that snake swallow a mouse alive.” Teasingly, Shin elbowed you, but you swatted at him, finally looking up at him, and he suddenly knew an aquarium was a good choice.

“I live with an 11-year-old kid, of course I think a snake eating a mouse alive is cool.” Sticking your tongue out to him, you let out a short laugh at his scandalised look.

“Oh yeah, been meaning to ask you, you said you had to leave him at a friend’s because no one could watch him?”

Shinichiro saw the way you tensed, slowly turning to face him fully, but he pushed on.

“Are your parents not in town or?”

You scratched the back of your neck, avoiding his gaze as you stared at the snake, deep in thought.

“We don’t live with our parents. They were kinda shitty so I took my brother and left.”

Shinichiro knew a nerve when he touched one. He tried to backtrack, but it seemed a little too late for that now.

“Oh! Oh my God, I’m so sorry-“

You shook your head, smiling softly.

“It’s fine, don’t worry.“

A beat of silence passed.

“Wanna go see the alligators so we can break this awkwardness?”

“Yes, yes, God, please.”

Laughing, you took his hand into yours, starting to talk about how you hoped they were feeding the alligators too, and for a second, he couldn’t help but grin at your childish glee.

“I swear to God, you seem like you never went to an aquarium before.”

Turning your head slightly to give him a look, your smile turned only a touch regretful.

Only a touch angry.

“I actually never did, so this is seriously an excellent date.”

“Ah. I’m glad.”

“Shouldn’t I be the one walking you home?”

“Respectfully, I think I can handle myself more than you can.”

Shinichiro nodded with a small smile as the two of you stopped in front of his house.

“I really had fun today,” Taking a deep, long breath, Shinichiro nervously played with the lighter in his pocket, “I’d like it if we could do this again someday?”

Your smile was gentle as you nodded, opening your mouth to respond, but something caught your eye.

You raised an eyebrow, looking at the tan, white-haired teenager observing you through the window, a younger, blonde child tightly tucked into his arms as the other, equally young and blond child was perched atop his shoulders, all three staring, eyes narrowed.

For a second, you could swear you saw a fourth kid clinging to the teen’s back, but he was gone before you could really process it.

Raising an arm to wave, Shinichiro followed your line of sight, but the teen yanked the curtain closed before he could spot them.

He let out a groan, his hand running through his hair in frustration.

“Sorry, those are my siblings, little menaces. They were half convinced I made up I have a date.”

“Huh, tracks. Were you adopted? They’re all blond.”

Shinichiro gave you a look of utmost betrayal.

“Wow. I’d get it if this was coming from them, they gang up on me all the time anyway, but you? Seriously?”

You raised your arms up in defeat, allowing just a crack of a teasing smile to slip.

“Hey, just saying.”

He sighed, shaking his head.

“I should probably go in, they’ll have so many questions.”

“Oh, sure!” Leaning down to quickly kiss his cheek, right at the corner of his mouth, you grinned at the way his face flushed, “I had a good time too. See you soon, Sano Shinichiro!”

He waved back, waiting on you to turn a corner before storming into the house, on his way to find the little monsters and perhaps tell them off just a little.

And he did, caught them red fucking handed, innocently pretending to do anything but stalking him, Mikey still sat atop Izana’s shoulder as Emma at least tried to pretend to be asleep, face buried into Izana’s neck, but an eye peeking open betraying her.

Sighing, Shinichiro glared.

“Are you all done?”

“We weren’t sure that you weren’t hallucinating.” Izana had the audacity to shrug, Mikey nodding along.

“Or that it wasn’t just Wakasa in a wig.”

“I hate this house.”

Izana rolled his eyes.

“Oh come on, you love us.”

Shinichiro let out a long, theatrical sigh, before ruffling the teen’s hair.

“I, unfortunately, really do.” Shinichiro’s eyes narrowed for just a second as he caught a flash of blue peeking from behind his brother, “Izana. Turn around.”

The teen did as asked, and as expected, Haruchiyo was there, holding onto Izana’s back like his life depended on it as he awkwardly turned his head to send Shin an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, Shin-nii.”

“It’s okay, Haru. I imagine they dragged you into this.”

“We did not!” Mikey complained, but Izana’s muttered ‘We did’ in no way helped his cause.

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a/n: won’t be able to update tomorrow bc i’ll be busy aS FUCK so posting early now to get it off my schedule, plus i really liked writing this chapter 🤧

I loveeeee the boyfriendification of ran haitani! It was sooo good to see a new side of him with the reader. It was well written! Love it some much! If your request is open, I was wondering if you could do something within the line, when they are officially dating and some random chick in the bonten office or club trying to get into ran's pants. I know he wouldn't do such a thing but wanna make it a misunderstanding, like the reader went in the room or something then she saw the girl was sitting on Ran's lap but he wasn't doing anything the girl just push him down and kinda force herself to be on top of him but sadly the timing before he can brush her off his lap the reader came in and misunderstood the thing. He's trying to explain grabbing her and begging her to listen for a while but the reader is hurt so she rushed back home to her apartment without letting him explain because she was hurt. I dunno why I wanna see him desperately trying to explain to you and win you back for days or weeks. I am a sucker for crying man child. Wanna see my boy cry for a girl for the first time in his life 🥺 I just love angst to comfort fluff.

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a/n: 18+!!!! NSFW!!! SWEET BUTTERFLY ANON I AM !!!!! LOSIN !!!! MY MIND!!!! I LOVED THIS IDEA SO MUCH THANK YOU FOR IT AND THANK YOU FOR YOUR KIND WORDS! THIS ACCIDENTALLY GOT SO LONG AND IT ISN'T VERY PROOFREAD BUT I HOPE IVE DONE YOUR REQUEST JUSTICE PLS ENJOY 💛💛

content: ANGST/COMFORT, sex!!! (maybe unprotected? it's unclear), language, drinking/smoking/ lil bit drug references, more talking kinda fucked up about women knock it off sanzu!!!!

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"sanzu, you motherfucker..." ran hisses as he arrives at the address in the group text. bonten was having a huge event tonight, celebrating some major investment that was panning out exactly as koko had anticipated. mikey had given sanzu the reigns on party planning as he objectively partied the hardest out of the entire organization.

but sanzu was sanzu and ran wasn't sure why he had expected anything other than a party at the strip club.

sitting in his car, hands tightening on the steering wheel, ran stared up at the brick building, at its neon pink XXX sign and the flashing silhouettes of girls that danced beneath it. he mumbled a few curses under his breath, unsure of what he should do.

on one hand, he knew he was expected– no, required– to show up tonight as one of bonten's executives. on the other hand, the thought of sitting around getting drunk with half naked girls all night while you, his girl, was waiting in his apartment for him to get home, made him feel a little queasy.

ran worried about pushing you too far. he worried about it all the time. when he'd take business phone calls in the other room so you wouldn't hear, when he'd come home with injuries he couldn't explain, when he'd give some shitty explanation and disappear for a week, he always braced himself for you to leave him. and he wouldn't blame you. he had never been the most patient or flexible person, and he doubted he would be able to put up with such treatment if the roles were reversed.

but you were everything ran wasn't. and he loved that about you. where he was coarse and unforgiving, you were tender and compassionate. every time he was sure you'd had enough, every time he came to you with an apology and a bad excuse, you had kissed him and held him and understood that it was out of his control. fuck he loved you for that.

one thing you and ran did have in common, however, was your jealousy. and ran knew that finding out he had spent the night at a strip club, even without him doing a single thing with anyone else, would hurt you deeply. especially because you knew him so well, and would know that he hadn't even wanted to be there in the first place.

massaging his temples with his fingers, ran sighs. he realizes he's dialed your number without thinking.

"hi hon," you answer on the second ring.

"hi baby," he finds himself smiling at the sound of your voice, already less tense.

"how's the party?" you ask. "is everything okay?"

"i didn't go in yet," he sighs again, resting his head against his hands. "it's at sanzu's fuckin' strip club, babe."

you're silent on the line. ran inhales deeply, tells himself to stay calm, but he can't. "please say something," he groans.

"i meaaaan," you draw out the word, trying to organize your thoughts. "that's not... ideal."

he exhales a laugh through his nose, finding it so amusing how you're always able to keep cool like this.

"well, you don't want to, like... i don't know..."

"i don't want to do a fucking thing with girls who aren't you," he finishes your sentence for you. "you know that, right?"

he thinks he can make out your sigh of relief over the phone.

"that makes me feel better," your tone changes. "ran, babe, it's a celebration, right? go have fun with your boys. i'm really glad you told me, i appreciate you being upfront like that."

"jus' didn't want you t'get mad n' shit," he mumbles, cutting the car's engine. "didn't wanna hurt your feelings. you know you're my girl."

"i know, baby," your sweet voice makes his heart swell. "and i'm not mad."

"thanks, gorgeous," ran prepares himself to get out of the car. "i'm gonna be home as soon as i can to see you." he stuffs a pack of cigarettes in his coat pocket and steps out into the cold night air, "and every time i see titties tonight, i'm gonna imagine yours instead, okay, baby?"

you hang up on him.

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when ran had gotten home that night, it was nearly 4 in the morning. he had tried so hard to come in quietly, to tip toe into the bedroom and curl up at your side without waking you. but he quickly found that he was much too drunk to maneuver his long limbs with any amount of grace, and ended up missing the doorway completely, walking straight into the wall of the hallway. you jolted awake at the loud fuck! he blurted out.

you had helped him take off his shoes and strip down to his boxers after that. once you were back in bed and he'd pulled you into his arms, you listened to him tell you about his night. he'd had fun letting loose with his boys, but whined about missing you, seeing too many women who weren't you, wishing it had been you up there dancing for him. before he fell asleep, he asked you to remind him when he was sober that he wanted a strip tease from you. you didn't, but thought it was funny and cute that he had sounded so delighted by the idea.

but now it's been a week since the party, and you've nearly forgotten all about it. the only parts that stick in your memory from that night are the ones when ran had called you from the parking lot, a nervous wreck about being in a situation which could have hurt you, and where he told you how much he had missed you while hugging you close to his chest after the event.

"what are you thinking about?" ran's voice snaps you back to the present. he's coming back over to you from his liquor cart, placing a glass of whiskey into your hands.

"you," you tease, sipping the drink, watching his face light up.

"good," he purrs, cupping your cheek and pulling you toward him for a kiss. the taste of whiskey and cigarettes on his tongue is so familiar on your own.

taking the glass from your hands, he steps forward, backing you up until you feel the firm edge of his desk at the back of your legs. he puts the drinks aside and lifts you easily onto the dark, wooden surface.

tonight was special for two reasons. the first, was that it marked six months since you and ran had officially been together. he never failed to remind you that it was his longest relationship ever, and you took pride in the fact that you had been the lucky one who got him for so long. and second, tonight ran had allowed you into his office at the bonten building for the very first time.

granted, it was mostly because it was around the corner from the restaurant where you'd had your anniversary dinner and by the time you got to ran's car, he was desperate to get you alone. the crowded restaurant parking lot was not an option, his apartment was too far, and, after calculating that not many people would be in the office with all the shipments coming in this weekend, ran decided it was worth the risk.

he stands between your legs, kissing you hungrily. a hand remains behind your head to hold your face to his. you fist his jacket, tugging him closer. "got another anniversary gift for you, baby." you laugh breathlessly as his words fall just sort of sexy and land somewhere around cheesy porno dialogue. you love him so much that it's still endearing. he fumbles with his belt, sliding you closer with a hand at your lower back.

he tugs down the front of his pants to free his throbbing length. he's painfully hard already, been yearning to feel you around him all night. you scoot your hips closer to the edge of the desk, pulling up your dress to your hips. "good girl," his voice is low in your ear. the praise sends a spark of desire through your body. you manage to slide your panties halfway down your legs and kick them off before ran is nudging your thighs apart with his hands.

"gorgeous," he remarks, spreading your pussy lips with his fingers. he coats his fingertips in some of the arousal that's already leaking from your needy hole. "such a good girl. you get so fuckin' wet for me, don't you, angel?"

you whimper and give a nod, wrapping your arms around his neck to brace yourself. six months and you still haven't gotten used to his size. you're privately grateful for it, the way every time he fucks you feels like the very first time. and you can tell from the lewd way he groans as he presses inside you that he feels the same way.

gasping for breath as he bottoms out, you can't hold back the whines that are escaping your lips. "why are you so noisy?" he teases, tugging down the front of your dress to expose your tits to him. "i haven't even done anything yet."

he punctuates the point by pulling back and thrusting up into you roughly. you cling to his shoulders, crying out with each snap of his hips as he gets into a rhythm. the way he's pounding into you is making you feel lightheaded. your face is buried in his neck and with every breath you inhale the familiar scent: cologne, cigarettes, whiskey, soap. everything is ran, the sharp press of his fingertips into your hips, the stretch inside your tight walls, the hot breath fanning over your cheek as he pants with exertion.

his thrusts get sloppy, you realize he isn't going to last much longer. one of his hands slips between your bodies, fingers searching for your swollen clit. when he finds it, you moan against his throat, incoherent sounds mixed with swear words. you hear him chuckle, "you like how i play with you, baby? fuck, you're so fuckin' sexy." your hips are jerking with a mind of their own at the stimulation, and soon you're cumming, clenching around him impossibly tight. "shit," he hisses through gritted teeth. "gonna make me fuckin' cum." "p-please," you whimper, hands fisting his hair. "please please please." your pleading is enough to finish him off, and he explodes inside you with a primal grunt, head thrown back in pleasure.

you both relish in your releases, chests heaving, the room filled with the sounds of your labored breathing as you come down from the high. ran leans in, kissing across your collarbones. his lips make their way up your neck and trace the line of your jaw. finally he holds your face in both his hands and kisses your forehead.

you feel a swell of pride in your chest, knowing that only you get to see this side of him. you hope he can see the adoration in your eyes as you smile back at him and, just in case he can't, you pull him close, arms still draped around his shoulders, to whisper right in his ear, "i love you."

ran turns his head, catching your lips and kissing you for a long moment as his response. it was rare that ran said i love you back. in fact, he'd only said it a total of three times throughout your relationship. twice during sex, and once when he was blacked out drunk. but you didn't mind it, really. he showed his love in other ways. ways that came more easily to him. lingering touches, extravagant gifts, weekend getaways to have time alone, the tenderness in his kisses.

"yeah, it just doesn't feel right sayin' that shit," he'd laughed on that drunken night. "not even to rin. just feels... i don't know... fuckin' weird comin' outta my mouth." you had nodded, drunk as well but not enough that you hadn't remembered the conversation the next day. he'd grabbed your hand abruptly, squeezing it tightly to get your attention. "obviously, i fuckin love you," he had said matter of factly when you looked over at him. "so i don't have to say it all the time, right?" you had assured him that he didn't have to say it if he didn't feel comfortable. you already knew.

ran retrieved your panties from the floor and helped you get re-dressed where you sat on the desk. "your office is nice," you say nonchalantly, grinning at him as he does up his belt buckle. he smirks, "a lot nicer with you in it."

you hop down from his desk, "i should get going, hon." ran's face falls. he tries to convince you to stay, but knows that you're too responsible to not go home and finish up your big project for work. "don't work too hard," he teases, leaning down to kiss you. you smile against his lips, "not a chance." ran lifts his office line, calls for a car to take you home, and then you're gone.

ran drops into his desk chair, heaving a contented sigh. he's already missing you, wondering when he'll see you next and hoping it's soon. he's shuffling the papers that have been displaced across his desk back into some semblance of a neat stack when the door to his office bursts open.

at first ran thinks it's you, that you'd forgotten something. but then dance music and high pitched giggles come streaming in from the hallway. "whoops!" sanzu slumps in the doorway, reaching for the doorknob but stops when he sees ran seated at his desk inside. "raaaan," sanzu slurs, seemingly unable to process the death glare he's being given. "whuddarya doin 'ere, maaan!"

"what are you doing here?" he raises an eyebrow, rising from his seat.

"mikey's gone," sanzu's grin widens. "koko's gone, kaku's gone, fuckin' everybody's gone! so i brought my hooooess!"

ran watches with judgment filled eyes as three half naked girls stumble down the hall past sanzu, laughing and yelling and presumably also high on the same shit sanzu had taken.

"wow," is all ran can manage.

"you should come partyyy!" sanzu's face catches up to his words a few seconds later and he beams at ran, pupils dilated to fill nearly his whole iris.

"no thanks," ran scoffs disdainfully. "shut the fuckin' door."

"noooo, why are you over here??" a woman's voice whines, high and nasally from the hall. sanzu looks over his shoulder and just laughs. "i was all alone in there 'n you promised me a dick in my fucking throooat!"

the woman finally appears next to sanzu, and ran recognizes her as one of the dancers from his club. she's topless and wearing a pair of bright red panties and glittery red heels. she whines again, leaning into sanzu's chest tits-first.

ran winces, finding the whole situation to be unbelievably cringey.

"oh!" the stripper cries, peeking into the office. "i remember you from the club the other night! tight suit, tight ass, drinking whiskey, right?"

sanzu laughs like a hyena and disappears from the doorway. ran swears he's gonna beat the shit out of him one day.

"would you shut my fucking door please?" ran asks again, getting seriously irritated with sanzu's antics ruining what had been a perfect evening.

"oh, sure, sweetheart," the stripper purrs, stepping inside and pulling the door shut behind her. ran wants to tear his hair out.

"no, fuck," he stands abruptly. "can you get out of here? i'm not a part of this fucking party."

"not yet, handsome," she slinks toward him. "but you can be."

she places her tiny manicured hands on his shoulders and shoves him back down into his chair. he's so startled he can't react, even as she sits herself down on his lap, her hands running down his chest.

"big man like you must have a pretty big–"

"what the fuck?"

ran's eyes nearly pop out of his skull. you're standing in the doorway to his office, looking like you'd just witnessed a fucking murder. and he's sitting under a topless stripper who was about to ask about the size of his cock. ran feels his brain short circuit.

you march into the office, snatch the purse you'd left behind from the chair near the door and disappear as quickly as you'd came. the look on your face was one ran had never seen before but anyone would've been able to tell that it was one of pure, unadulterated betrayal.

ran shoves the woman from his lap. she stumbles backward, nearly falling to the floor, "hey!" but ran can't hear her, he's already halfway down the hall after you.

you almost break into a sprint trying to get the fuck out of the building. it's getting harder to see from the angry, heartbroken tears that are already burning in your eyes. you hear footsteps echo in the corridor alongside your own and suddenly ran's hand is around yours, pulling you to a stop.

"hold on, you need to listen to me," he blurts, voice sounding strained.

"let. go."

"i'm fuckin' serious, that wasn't what it looked like!"

"i don't want to hear you say a fucking word right now, i don't want to be around you, i don't want to look at you–" you tug your hand out of his but he lurches forward and grabs your forearm.

“STOP IT! FUCK! can you just fucking listen to me??"

his grip is too tight. the look on his face is one of frustration, of desperation. the look of getting fucking caught, you think. you can’t look at him anymore.

“no, i need to go right fucking now. i can't look at you," you jerk your arm away from him sharply and continue down the hall. your head is swimming, you need to get the hell out of the building before you pass out or throw a punch or start fucking sobbing.

ran lets out an exasperated yell, stomping back to his office and slams the door. he lashes out, swinging his arm across his desk. your unfinished glasses of whiskey hit the bookcase and shatter. ran can't fucking think, he's seeing red. he can't decide what would make him feel better: to take his baton to sanzu's face, push the fucking stripper down a flight of stairs, drive his car off a bridge–

"what the fuck are you doing?"

his head snaps toward the voice, practically snarling at the intrusion. he blinks at the man in the doorway.

"heard you screaming from down the hall. seriously, what the fuck's going on?" rindou looks deeply concerned.

ran deflates, collapsing in one of the dark leather chairs nearby. his large hands drag down his face, "ev'rything got so fucked up, rin, fuckin' hell."

rindou leans against the doorway watching as his older brother unravels, crossing his arms across his chest. "i saw your girl leaving. she looked pissed, what'd you do?"

"i didn't do shit," ran snaps. "not a god damn fucking thing. but she saw one of sanzu's whores in here and thinks i'm–" he heaves out a sigh to stop himself from screaming again– "fuckin' other girls or some shit! an' i'm fuckin' not!" a long leg shoots out and sends a side table flying across the room. rindou watches it go. he's never seen his brother like this before. not over lost fights, not over gang shit, and definitely not over a fucking girl.

"have you fought with her before?" rindou asks curiously. ran's head is in his hands but he wordlessly shakes it no. "well, then you're due for one. shit happens, go n' apologize, be a fuckin' grown up." ran remains in his pitiful position. "you actually like her, right?"

"i fuckin' love her," ran's voice is merely a whimper.

"you piece of shit," rindou scoffs. ran's head shoots up to give him a glare. "that's all the more reason to go fix this."

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fixing this was much easier said than done. for nearly a week you dodged his calls. 54 to be exact, with 54 accompanying voicemails that you haven't listened to. after hearing his voice shaking in the first one, you decided you couldn't bear it. you had also left 77 texts of explanations, apologies, desperate pleas to talk with him, all unanswered as well.

it felt like you'd been crying since the moment you'd gotten home from the bonten offices. the ache in your chest refused to go away. you replayed the scene in your head over and over, wanting so badly to trust ran but seeing very few ways that the situation could have been misinterpreted.

how could you have been so stupid? you ask yourself, curled up in your bed. he's never been in a relationship that meant anything, why would you be any different? he was just at a fucking strip club!

your phone vibrates near you, lost somewhere in your blankets. you've considered blocking ran's number, but know that with him working in the line of work that he does, he'd find a way around that. you stare up at the ceiling as your phone buzzes away, the sound bringing you to tears again. sitting up, you work to excavate it and are surprised by the messages at the top of the screen.

i'm losing my fucking mind here baby

i need to talk to you

i'm coming over i still have a key

as if on cue, you hear your front door unlock. you scurry to your bedroom door and sit with your back against it, heart pounding in your ears. there's a knock, the wood vibrating against you. "baby, can we please talk?" ran's voice is pleading. "i'm fuckin' begging, here." "i don't know what to say to you," you whimper, trying to hold in a sniffle. he hears it and it feels like a slap in the face. "baby, please let me come in there and hold you." "no," you grumble, swiping away at a few tears that have managed to escape.

listening to your movements, ran realizes where you are. crouching carefully, he maneuvers his long limbs to the floor. separated only by the few inches of your door, ran heaves a sigh. it's the closest he's been to you in a week. "will you listen if i talk?" he asks softly. you don't reply.

"well," he inhales shakily. "i, uh. fuck. i know you don't believe me, but i really didn't do what it looks like. and i know if i saw you in that fuckin' position i wouldn't believe it either. but i need you to trust me. please. being away from you is like–fuck!" he bangs his head against the door accidentally. "everything feels like that! this is the shittiest week of my fuckin' life! and i've gotten fucking stabbed before! this is worse!"

you're allowing your tears to fall freely now. the aching is getting worse, the desire to believe him and the feelings of betrayal are carving out a hole in your chest as they battle it out. you hug your knees, sniffling. "i just don't know how i can believe you," you manage in a quiet voice. "you said you wouldn't even believe it either."

ran wrestles his phone from his pants pocket. he had prepared a sort of hail mary specifically for right now. he was praying it was enough. "here." his phone slides under your bedroom door. it's open to his voice memos. you eye the play buttons, wondering what could possibly be on the recordings. figuring it couldn't hurt worse than anything you'd already felt this week, you reach for his phone and play the first memo.

"state your name," ran's voice is gruff, his business tone. another voice responds, "sanzu haruchiyo." "go ahead," ran orders. "okay," you hear sanzu clear his throat. "well, i was uh, partying, at the office. and i went into ran's office by mistake. and one of my whor– sorry, um, one of my friends came up and saw ran. she thought he was hot, i guess, and she went in to try and get at him. i left them alone, which was fucked up of me, i guess." you click the next memo, dragging the playhead forward a bit. when the audio picks up it's a woman's voice, "–him, but he definitely said he wanted me to leave. said to shut the fuckin' door. the ecstasy was making me horny and i just thought i'd try my luck, but he kept tellin' me to leave." "and did ran haitani ever reciprocate any of your advances?" "no, baby doll, you didn't."

despite the tears pouring from your eyes, you allow yourself to laugh. "you're so fucking stupid," you choke out, pausing the audio. "this is so ridiculous."

"it's not! if it gets you to fuckin' believe me, it's not!" ran feels so fucking close and his eyes start to prickle. "there's more. i got rindou, i got the doorman, i got security, i got the fuckin' janitor who heard some shit from the stairwell–"

ran catches himself before he can tumble backwards as the door pulls away from his back. he looks up and sees you standing there in the doorway in your pajamas, eyes watery and red.

ran haitani hadn't cried since infancy. not on the playground, not when he and rindou were left on their own, not after getting beaten nearly to death or any of the startling number of fucked up things he'd endured in his life. but when you climbed into his lap and wrapped your arms around his middle, when he felt relief for the first time in many days at having the only girl he'd ever loved and almost lost back in his arms, he couldn't hold it in. he buried his face in your shoulder, breathing in your smell, curling his fingers into your hair, hugging you tighter against his chest.

"say you fuckin' forgive me," he begs, choking on a sob. "need to know that you know i'd never do some shit like that. never hurt you so fuckin' bad." you pull away to look at his face, mystified by the sight in front of you. you wipe at his wet cheeks with your hands. "i forgive you," you're still crying, not sure if you'll be able to stop. "you did a whole fucking deposition to prove your innocence. of course i fuckin' forgive you." his lips press to yours, laughing into the kiss in disbelief. "i love you," he says against your mouth, so softly you almost wonder if you'd made it up. but then he kisses both your cheeks and says it again in your ear, "i fuckin' love you." kissing all over your face, he repeats the words like a mantra, like they're fucking demanding to be said.

I feel like calling Ran "my man"

I know right? Listen-

You know he’s cocky as hell, so he gets pride in being your man, and you take advantage of that, you keep him in the clouds with the way you talk about him.

Imagine y’all in a restaurant, and your ordering for him without stuttering because you know his order from memory.

“And for my man, mhm… he would like a number 2, no mayo and no onions, with big fries and a Cola, please and thank you very much,” You smile to the waiter while Ran is delighted hugging you from behind.

“So, your man uh?” He says in a mocking tone when y’all are sitting.

“Yes, mine, my boyfriend, my guy, my man” You say in bored tone as if that’s the most obvious thing ever.

Now you see, he has to put a ring on your finger just for that confidence.

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ F*CK THE LIST

✧.* "SO I HAD SEX WITH ALL THOSE GUYS FOR NO REASON?"

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A continued tale after Gojo Satoru's blackmailing seemed to have much more to it than meets the eye.

[ { NEED TO KNOW } ] ➤ This is a prequel & sequel to my fic; The F*ck List.

[ { WARNINGS } ] ➤ afab!reader, explicit nsfw scenes, alcohol, college non-curse au, toxic altercations & interactions, heavy blackmail, obsession, possessiveness, hints of; stalking. kidnapping, violence, mentions of whore activities, gen z references, & above all; 18+ themes.

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader.

❥ Chapters !

coming soon :)