#kakucho x reader crack fic

[b0nten]

IT’S YOU AND ME AGAINST THE WORLD (THE CRUEL ONE I’VE DRAGGED YOU INTO)

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ kakucho takes you to meet his family. or, the closest thing he has to one, besides the one made by you two.

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ FIRST KAKUCHO FIC WOHOOOOO. timestamps may be a little off so yeah. sorry4dat. anon i hope you like it!

today is the day.

straightening your clothes with your palms, your eyes scan your body in the mirror.

“i thought i told you something casual was enough?” a shirtless figure emerges from down the hallway of the apartment, toned muscles flexing as he stretches.

“and i thought i told you you should ditch the blue and go natural, kaku.” you sarcastically answer, turning to him.

he’s got an amused expression painted across his face, eyes softly laid on you and mouth corners sewn into a delicate upward smile.

“so you really hate my aegean blue hair that much?” he jokes again, and, as if teleporting himself, emerges from nothing next to you.

“that’s not true, after all, this aegean blue is the one that charmed me the second time around, but your natural hair color is beautiful, and you know that!” by fake-punching his chest you earn a laugh, “i’ll dress casually when you stop dyeing your hair!”

“alright, alright,” he muses, “are you ready to go?”

“shouldn’t you get dressed first, princess?” you question back, stressing the second word and inspecting his ‘outfit’. “you look handsome like this, gotta give it to you, but i’d like ti think i’m the only woman that gets to see you like this.”

“shoot, you’re right.” he laughs as he grabs the neatly laid out shirt from a nearby chair, “what would i do without you?” he asks, awarding you with a forehead kiss.

“go to work half-naked, apparently..” you fake a disapproving head-shake and make way to the door. “i’m gonna wait in the car, try to not be late, please.” you warn, jingling his car keys in your right hand.

“yes ma’am.” kakucho fakes a military greeting rushing to the bathroom to brush his hair.

✣ ✣ ✣

looking at the high building in front of you, you let out a shaky breath.

“you ready?” kaku asks, blue hair shining in the hot summer sun.

in response, you only hum a weak ‘mhm’, accompanied by a slight nod. you ponder — are you really ready? — you know what kakucho does for a job, he’s a mafioso. not only that, but he’s the no. 3 of japan’s most feared crime syndicate. if every single one of his coworkers is as serious as your kaku is whenever he talks business on the phone (which happens very rarely, as he values his time at home and with you more than drug deals and murders) then you’re screwed, to put it lightly.

“hey, c’mon,” he looks at you, face contorting into a goofy grin, “you really don’t have to be nervous. they look scary but each one is dumber than the other, i promise you. you’ll like them, and they’ll like you.”

his reassuring words tug at your heartstrings a bit, and warm your worry-frozen heart just enough to get it to pump blood again. so, you take a deep breath and nod again, only this time, confidently.

“let’s do this.” with the corner of your eye, you see kakucho smile proudly, before stretching out his arm, allowing you to loop your’s through.

you enter the building: the lobby is cool and and feels so much better than the scorching heat of the outside. the decor is nice, it brings a certain richness to the place, with accents of gold and spanish oak and baroque elements here and there. it’s not flashy, and certainly not like any other japanese office tower interior you’ve seen before.

your heels smack against the macael marble as you allow yourself to admire the interior.

“ran redesigned this whole place when we bought it.” having observed you until now, kakucho chimes in with some fun facts.

“he really has the eye for art.” you add, and watch his eyes light up as he presses the elevator button.

“and he’s quite the snob too. god forbid we touch his montblanc pens or he goes apeshit.”

“oh, kaku…” you can only sigh as he bursts out laughing. “i really don’t know what to expect from you guys.”

he calms down his laughter before entering the lift, “and that’s just the beginning.”

the elevator ride is long, their offices being the second to last floor, which is not so bad as kakucho gets to tell you more about the guys.

“the pink mullet with the piercings is sanzu. he’s quite… eccentric, sometimes.. even uhm..” kaku swallows, uncertain if he should say more, but sure enough that this slip-up may cause you some fright.

“sometimes what, kakucho?” you urge him to continue his sentence.

“well, he can be scary or creepy sometimes. but just sometimes. other than that, he’s a dumbass.” your boyfriend scratches the back of his head, almost relieved. “he’s also no. 2.

as you know, I, your handsome boyfriend is no. 3, while the advisor is takeomi, sanzu’s brother. he really likes trench coats for some reason, so he’ll probably be wearing one today. he’s got a long scar on the right side of his face. oh, yeah, and sanzu also has two scars at the corners of his lips.”

“two down, five more to go, including montblanc guy.” you comment, leaving kakucho somewhat surprised.

“ye— wait, how do you know?” confused, his head darts in your direction.

“by paying attention to your phone calls, during conversations and doing some simple maths.” you reply, sarcastically.

“oh, my beloved einstein.” he kisses the crown of your head gently, “yeah, we have montblanc guy, ran, and his younger brother rindou. ran has short hair, black and pink and rindou also has a mullet, blue and purple. and they both have the tattoo on their necks.

then there’s mochi. well behaved guy, but his beard almost makes him look like an npc or the daiso version of a pimp. he’s the guy with the jumbo dumplings i told you about!”

“oh, that’s mochi! good to know, good to know!” you reply, just as excited as he is.

“and last but not least we have koko. he’s got really long blonde hair and a… unique hairstyle. his tattoo is on his head.

i think that makes them all.”

“are you not forgetting someone?” you quirk up a brow and kakucho mimics you. “maybe… that mikey guy? your leader?” you finally ask, long pauses between each word.

“it’ll be easy for you to see which one’s mikey once he enters the room. but don’t be fooled! he’s tougher than he looks.”

you nod and run through the information one last time before the elevator light pings and the door opens. you step onto a soft carpet, kakucho right next to you, eager to explain more about his workplace.

“we each have our own offices but usually meet in the conference room, where we do most of the work. for separate tasks we use our own spaces, tho. mine is… right here!” the turns left and points to a black door. it’s not hard to see it’s his thanks to the nameplate.

“across from mine is sanzu’s and the one behind us is mikey’s. over here is akashi takeomi, just beside the elevator is mochi, across from his is the conference room, and then there’s kokonoi’s, and the haitanis’ offices towards the end of the hall.”

you would’ve liked to see how the offices looked, being sure kakucho’s was just as neat as he keeps the one at home, interested in the older haitani’s the most, to be frank. you could’ve bet money he also took charge of the floor’s design, this time more simple and elegant than the ground one. muted colors, different textures and simple paintings; the guy really seems to know what he’s doing, maybe he should ditch organized crime and do interior design.

“let’s get this over with.” you turn over to kakucho, who’s just looking around, as if it’s also his first time visiting the place. when he hears you, he smiles, and takes small steps toward the conference room, hand still looped through yours.

you un-loop your arm from his, resting it on his shoulder as he opens the door. he enters, aegean fringe bouncing with every small step. you come in just behind him.

analyzing the room, you really can’t believe these are japan’s most feared:

ran is filing his nails. next to him, legs propped up on the table, is his brother, playing a video game on his phone, occasionally hissing as his eyebrows twitch in frustration.

across from them is sanzu, pink mullet covered by a long white towel, dripping on the wool carpet. just beside him is his older brother, takeomi, wearing a tan trench-coat. he’s reading — you rub your eyes to be sure you’re seeing everything exactly as it is — a guide to becoming a multi-millionaire through bitcoin.

mochi is doing paperwork, and koko — god have fucking mercy on their souls — is reading the same book as takeomi.

“can you close the fucking— ” the younger haitani bangs his fists against the table in a fit of rage, freezing completely when he sees you. “oh my god, it’s the lady whose picture he keeps on his desk! KOKO GIVE ME MY FUCKING MONEY YOU MOTHERFUCKER HE HAS AN ACTUAL FUCKING GIRLFRIEND!” he grabs his hair while pushing past every chair to get to the mentioned, disturbing ran in the process.

“rindou, try to look whenever you’re running around like a wild boar, i hurt my nail when you pushed me!” his brother accuses, but rindou is long gone.

when he gets to koko, he’s met with a book in his face.

“i’m not giving you jackshit, bitch!”

“come on man, you can’t go back now! we had a bet!” he whines and pleads, but koko is nowhere near turning his decision around.

all of a sudden, rindou kicks koko’s chair, sending him flying into mochi.

the bearded man looks up from his papers distraught, an evil look in his eyes.

“do you even know how long it took me to convince this corn company to deliver corn directly to my house?” he asks, and both shake their heads no. “do you have any idea how long it took me to write this goddamn ‘thank you’ letter?” he asks again, and they both shake their heads again. “THEN ARE YOU TWO GOING TO WRITE IT AGAIN FOR ME BECAUSE YOU JUST MADE ME THROW AWAY A MONTH’S WORTH OF CALLIGRAPHY CLASSES?” this time, they nod.

from the left, sanzu groans.

“CAN YOU FUCKERS STOP SCREAMING? MY HEADACHE IS GETTING WORSE.” he roars, ripping the towel off his face, ready to jump out of his chair. thankfully, takeomi holds him back.

“i think you should all calm down. this is no way to greet the lady.” he says as he closes his book and stands up, bowing to you from afar. “akashi takeomi, bonten’s advisor. nice to meet you.” he says, smiling slightly.

“thank you takeomi.” kakucho starts “this is y/n, my girlfriend, just like rindou has correctly observed.” he shoots the man a judging look, “we’ve been dating for a little shy of, what? nine years now?” he looks at you and smiles, and you give an approving note, signaling he has gotten the time right, “she wanted to meet you all, so i brought her here.”

he steps forward, stretching out his hand toward you. you take it and follow him, nearing the guys on the left side.

“y/n f/l. nice to meet you, everyone. i hope we can get along well. i heard lots about you.” you take your turn and bow, looking at every single one of the guys as you speak.

every one of them continues with the introduction, except for takeomi, since he had already done it while lecturing the guys.

kakucho pulls a chair out from under the table and gestures you to sit. he sits down next to you and surprisingly, the boys are all eager to talk as soon as they get the possibility to.

rindou and koko apologize for their behavior and you just shrug it off with a laugh, reassuring them smilingly that it was funny. you compliment ran’s interior design skills to which he seems very grateful and laugh with mochi, hinting that you know about the jumbo dumpling incident. sanzu compliments your ear piercing setup and asks you about some more jewelry and you offer to go with him shopping sometime, and bond with takeomi over your shared interest of the sengoku period, finding out that he shares the same birthday with his idol, samurai akechi mitsuhide.

everything is going smoothly, when all of a sudden, the door flies open, every one of the executives jumping up in an instant, with you closely behind. when they bow, you do the same, although you didn’t get to see who came in.

when you all pull your heads up again, the short blonde who has entered looks at you puzzled.

“who are you?” he tilts his head to the left, analyzing you carefully.

“mikey, this is y/n, my girlfriend. i brought her to meet everyone!” kakucho explains instantly, and watches him approach you.

“you… you’re the one … that makes those cute bento boxes for kakucho?” he asks, serious look plastered on his face.

unable to control your excitement for your work being recognized, you beam up, hands clasping each other happily: “yes! that’s me!”

as if he wasn’t the ruthless leader he is, mikey’s eyes widen with the childish love for food he’s had forever.

“do you think…,” he starts off shy, unusual for him, “but only if you have the time, do you think you could also make one for me?” the head of bonten inquires, eagerly awaiting your response.

ever so flattered, you smile so hard you can barely see anymore, screeching out in a delighted tone.

“of course!” you’re amped, ready to cook fifty bento boxes because of how happy you are, “do you have any allergies or themes you like?”

as if having been offered a million dollars, mikey answers you enthusiastically, “i don’t like spicy food, and… i like omurice, and if you could add a mini- flag on top, please…” he says, hands meeting behind his back.

“of course!” you affirm, high on the rush of dopamine and continue asking mikey about how he’d like his bento boxes. he himself feels like a kid in a candy store.

the rest of the guys are left dumbfounded, kakucho’s mouth having hit the floor long time ago already.

he picks it back up when mikey interrupts his own conversation.

“i’m sorry to cut it short, y/n-san, but we should start the meeting. we can discuss after it more, if you want!” he apologizes, subliminally saying he wants to talk about these upcoming bentos more with you.

“that’s alright, and of course!” you smile again, “kaku, i’m heading to your office!” and turn around to face your red-faced boyfriend.

“of course, i’ll see you there after we’re done.” he smiles, nodding, assuringly.

“kakucho, does she know where your office is? are you not gonna walk her?” mikey intervenes and before kaku can say anything else, he offers himself to guide you to your lover’s workroom.

“take your places, guys, we’ll start when i come back.” the blonde orders, closing the door behind him.

“looks like boss is gonna steal your girl, kaku.” sanzu teases his subordinate, while ran makes kissy noises and coos ‘kaku’ in the background.

“wait…” rindou interrupts abruptly, “you said you have been dating for nine years? that means.. koko! do the math, please!” he orders.

“you’ve been keeping her secret ever since kanto manji!” the blonde gasps in shock.

“you bastard! you kept her hidden through that— ” mochi is just as angry.

“and tenjiku too?!” kokonoi, having redone his math, is in utter disbelief.

kakucho tries to drown out the sound of the guys accusing him of treachery, thinking about the end of the meeting and heading straight for his office to get you home and spend his time with you, alone.

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[dr4kenlvr]

… 𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔'𝐒 𝐘♡𝐔𝐑—𝐁𝐅 ?!

bonten!kakucho x fem!reader - fluff, crack (1.7k+)

request: your request are open, nice to see :). for my request i’d like a bonten!kakucho x fem!reader where nobody in bonten knows the two of them are dating but somehow figure it out? i hope this doesn’t go against your rules or something you’ve done before.

a/n/cw: i LOVE this idea my goodness. kakucho + this concept + the other bonten members is so fun, thank you for requesting! cw: tokyo revenger manga spoilers - bonten timeline and ahead, gross jokes because it's ran LMAO, swearing

kakucho is calm as he stands up from his chair, and excuses himself for the second time within the span of 20 minutes. he quickly exits the large room, his large steps echoing sharply against the cool, tile floor.

sanzu's emerald eyes squint suspiciously, as they follow kakucho's leaving figure. they're trained on his movement, only relaxing when kakucho's back disappears behind the marble wall. sanzu leans back against the plush cushion—kokonoi's most recent purchase—and stretches his legs up and over one another with a dragged groan.

there's a pause as sanzu thinks. "oi," he suddenly says, loud enough for everyone to hear—and everyone does hear.

however, mikey doesn't respond. he finds his warm, chewy doriyaki much more appealing than sanzu's shrill voice. and he's not the only one: takeomi is smoking a cigarette with mochi in the corner, too absorbed in a conversation to bother with his younger brother. kokonoi is sitting at the round table, occupying himself with paperwork. he growls frustratingly, harshly punching in the respective numbers.

the only one that pay sanzu any snippet of attention, is ran. his brother, rindou, sits next to him on his phone, reviewing documents and signatures. the older haitani seeks interest in sanzu's sudden call; "yeah? what's on your mind?" he responds.

sanzu stands up, and places his hands on his hips as he leans forward towards ran. "you notice kakucho's been leaving the room often, right? that was the second time, and it hasn't been long since the first." he says, eyes blown with peculiarity. "it's odd, eh?"

ran just shrugs, not completely convinced with the big deal of it all. "and? why are you all up on the guy, maybe he needed to take a fat leak. or maybe it's a number two." he laughs to himself, shoving rindou only to receive a scowl in return.

"can you idiots speculate about kakucho elsewhere? and quit revolving it around his washroom needs." kokonoi shudders. "rindou and i are doing work, can't you tell?" he adjusts his platinum locks behind his ear. rindou just sighs in agreement.

mikey turns around at the commotion, silently listening as he finishes up his snack.

"no, no! you guys don't get it, because i saw something else." sanzu's voice gets excited, and he pulls a chair out next to ran for himself. he rubs his hands together menacingly, and in a loud whisper he confesses: "there was a lipstick mark on his cheek! he has a fucking woman, guys!"

ran physically gapes, eyes twinkling in surprise and eagarness to confront kakucho about such accusations. he sits up in his chair, propping his elbows on his knees. "no fucking way, why didn't you point it out earlier?"

rindou is now looking at sanzu with slight interest, as well as kokonoi, his fingers now hovered above the calculator in ignorance. although the two have better, more important matters at hand, gossip about their fellow comrades was always invited.

mikey's eyes widen at sanzu's claim, and he hops off the squeaky-clean countertop with ease to walk over to the huddled group. takeomi and mochi continue to disregard the racket, puffing airs of smoke in unison.

everyone's eyes turn to their boss, who's now leaning against the table with a glimmer of enthusiasm. ran and rindou share confused looks, kokonoi straightens his posture, and sanzu's grin only widens at his, usually-stoic, boss showing some emotion.

mikey gestures for sanzu to continue, crossing his arms in wait. sanzu's smile falters, "what's up, boss?"

"so what are you gonna do about it? this kakucho lipstick situation. we gonna follow him or not?"

kokonoi's eyes bulge out at the suggestion and ran bursts out a laugh, "m-my bad." he awkwardly coughs.

sanzu, on the other hand, beams: ".. now i like the sound of that!"

rindou doesn't know how the fuck he got into this situation: him and everyone had snuck through the halls of the building, staying caution of kakucho's presence. maybe it's cause his brother wouldn't quit nagging him to come along. the group (sanzu, ran, rindou, kokonoi, and mikey—takeomi and mochi truly did not care enough to join) received odd glances from the occasional secretary or assistant, who immediately looked away at mikey's dismissive wave.

now, in the front foyer, the five of them cluster themselves behind a pillar. they had spotted kakucho sitting on the sleek cushioned couch, glancing at the bathroom doors every now and then. he seemed nervous, a light jitter noticable in his right leg.

"he's definitely waiting for someone!" ran whisper-yells, nudging the back of his brother's shoulder. rindou just groans and curses at him.

the pillar they seeked purpose to hide behind didn't serve well, so they (and by "they"—sanzu) prompted to level themselves atop of one another. the order from bottom to top went: rindou, ran, sanzu, kokonoi, and of course, mikey. rindou found this unreasonable, considering mikey was the shortest. but whatever the boss wants, the boss gets.

as the ran and sanzu begin to banter and bounce theories off one another, kokonoi notices a woman exit the bathroom and make her way towards kakucho in a brisk manner. "shush! guys—look, there's someone there." kokonoi declares sharply, fed up with the behaviour of the men below him. all eyes shoot towards kakucho and the mystery woman, all five pairs keenly watching for what will happen next.

they watch as kakucho immediately stands, and reaches for the woman's hand, which she accepts with a smile. sanzu nearly squeals, and mikey has to reach down to clamp his mouth shut.

the two converse something amongst themselves, the woman pouting with her big doe eyes as kakucho's shoulders eventually slump in defeat. she seems to be asking for something, and kakucho searches around the area a few times. the five little heads slip behind the pillar's protection from his lingering eyes.

by the time mikey deems it a safe amount of time, each of the men inch their heads back into position, only to find kakucho and the woman—who is clearly now his girlfriend—kissing.

"I FUCKING KNEW IT!" sanzu blurts suddenly, and obnoxiously loudly. all eyes in the foyer dart towards the pink-haired man like lasers on a target; including your's and kakucho's. he instinctively grabs onto your hand, and unsubtly situates himself infront of your body on reflex.

"i knew you had something going on, kakucho!" sanzu pauses for dramatic effect, eyes swtiching over towards you with a (somewhat?) friendly grin. if you were being honest, he just seemed a little eagar. was 'insane' a rude word?

sanzu continues, "but who knew a quiet one like you had so much game!" he removes himself from the group's god-awful disguise and struts towards you and your boyfriend, whos jaw is clench incredibly tightly.

"well, maybe if sanzu talked less, he'd find someone too." kokonoi suggests, eyes rolling. the others call sanzu back, but to no avail. therefore the next course of action, was to simply follow the man out.

the closer the group approaches kakucho and you, the more livid kakucho's facial expression becomes. he barely has enough time to process that he and his girlfriend had just been caught kissing, meaning, his job and love life would slowly but surely intergrate with one another whether he wanted it to or not. (he definitely didn't want it.)

"kaku'," you chime from behind him, a slight tug on his sleeve. you sensed his anger bubbling. he peers behind you from his shoulder, and is met with a calm glance and gentle smile. his eyes soften at you, as they silently ask you for permission. you nod slightly; a wordless sign of consent for this new chapter of your relationship with him.

kakucho tried his absolute hardest to keep you separate from his job's responsibilities. it was far too reckless, dangerous, and troublesome for you. he'd never dare to put you in unnecessary danger, just because he was apart of bonten. and you wholeheartedly appreciated his efforts, they only proved how much he cared and loved for you. however, it was certain now that the two of you could not hide any longer, but you were okay with that.

kakucho takes a deep breath, and nods back at you. it had to happen at one point, right?

he turns to face the other men, and moves himself away to reveal you. "hello sanzu," he glances around, "...ran, rindou, kokonoi... boss?"

mikey shrugs, before giving you a curt nod. you mirror his actions, smiling at him. in all honesty, kakucho is taken aback to see mikey tag along with the others, but doesn't question it further. "so please meet my, uh," he coughs awkwardly, making you laugh.

"—his girlfriend, i'm kaku's girlfriend. it's nice to meet you all." you bow politely, then tell them your name.

sanzu coos, "you call him kaku? he doesn't let me call him that ever!" your boyfriend glares at him, and sanzu sticks his tongue out before introducing himself to you properly.

the haitani brothers are next, ran making effort to compliment your outfit while rindou nods in agreement. "oh! thank you! your hair styles are quite cool as well!" you attempt to return the compliment, making the duo grin at you.

kokonoi is last, and you find him to be much nicer than you initially had thought. the way he spoke was proper, but his outfit had particularly drawn you in. he sends you a genuine closed-eye smile when you comment on the intricacies and beauty of it.

kakucho watches as you get along smoothly with his comrades (dare he say 'friends'); talking, complimenting, and even laughing with them. this was only the first time you have met them, and he finds himself imagining many other encounters. a longing smile appears on his face, as the conversations become white noise. the only thing he can focus on is your pure expression of joy: your crinkled eyes as you laugh, and the slight flush of your cheeks at meeting so many important people at once.

"oou!—kaku, you've got a little love-sickness on your face there!" sanzu exclaims, pointing straight at him. "need me to help 'ya wipe it off?" he giggles, and ran looks at the floor out of decency. in reality, he's laughing at kakucho's face as well.

"h-huh?.. man, can you fuck off already!" kakucho sputters, "a-and do not call me that ever again." everyone—even you and kakucho—chuckles at the wholesome moment; a sweet contrast to the dangerous lives of these men.

kakucho could get used to this.

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[haruchuiyo]

TOKYO REVENGERS

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haitani brothers

haitani brothers : fluff, slightly suggestive

hot kisses : nsfw with some fluff with the haitani brothers (separate)

first kiss : fluff, slightly suggestive

ran haitani

not going anywhere : fluff, tad bit suggestive

gentle : nsfw

i should have kissed you : friends to lovers, fluff

kisses and more kisses : fluff, suggestive

sleepy kisses : suggestive, fluff

sweet morning : fluff

nobody’s sweet business : nsfw

husband!ran : sfw hcs

rindou haitani

red camellia : short arranged marriage scenario, suggestive

feel the love : established relationship, suggestive/fluff

very sweet : fluff, slight suggestive

husband!rindou : sfw hcs

fulfilling first times : nsfw

hanma shuji

pampering you cute : nsfw

a soft admiration : fluff

sanzu haruchiyo

one night marriage : nsfw

tattoo kisses : nsfw with sanzu and mikey (seperate)

ardor : oneshot

sweet and good : nsfw

black lace lingerie : nsfw

ken ryuguji

doubt : oneshot/hcs

rough impulse : nsfw

pretty warm feeling : nsfw

mikey sano

tattoo kisses : nsfw with mikey and sanzu (seperate)

kakucho

raid : nsfw

more than words could say : fluff, one shot

izana kurokawa

all yours : suggestive

hakkai shiba

f*ck you senseless : nsfw

wakasa imaushi

a sweet touch : suggestive, fluff

come clean : angst, fluff

husband!wakasa : sfw hcs

bonten

satisfaction : bonten and their reaction to a s/o who can fight

bang and hang / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / last part : a crack fic series with the bonten x gen z reader (legal) - complete

affection : fluff with bonten

ready to help : small crack scenario

all of tokyo.rev (at least some)

act of love : fluff

act of love [2] : fluff

act of love [3] : fluff

act of love [4] : fluff

the men being cute [1] : fluff

the men being cute [2] : fluff

a lovely voice : fluff

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I had this scenario in mind IDKWHY

So, imagine boyfriend Ran suddenly split up with y/n (you don't know why, I also imagine him having attachment issues. Or maybe he's afraid y/n can get hurt with all the gang shit ect.). Y/n is friend with Yuzuha, with Hakkai and Mitsuya too (by reflection), AND she proposes to make Ran jealous after seeing him with a chick in Roppongi. SO, I MEAN, I imagine Ran not having the best relationship with Hakkai and Mitsuya SO what's the best way to make him jealous? Spreading rumors about y/n and Hakkai sleeping together. (Not Mitsuya 'cause I love him and Yuzuha together IDK THEY WOULD BE CUTE).

NOW Ran is angry ( because of all people y/n decided to choose Hakkai) and when he sees y/n in Roppongi he tries to confront her, but it turns out not in a fine calm way. He's just mean (because deeply he's hurt) and then it leads to them sleeping together and you choose if they make up or not.

NEW FLAME

haitani ran x fem!reader ft mitsuya takashi, rindou haitani, yuzuha shiba, hakkai shiba, kisaki tetta, izana kurokawa, kakucho, shion madarame

MINORS DNI, 18+ CONTENT

This is the longest fic I ever wrote oh my god. I hope you guys enjoy it!!!!

“This is so dead.” Ran has his face pulled into a slight frown. His face is monotone as he stares down everybody at the party. Face full of judgement and regret. Why did he come here today? He asks himself, making a mental note to never attend any parties hosted by Shion Madarame. 

“I know right…” Rindou responded. The two of them are currently standing in a corner, far away from anybody else as they rethink their entire purpose in life right now. There’s no hoes, no drugs, no fun. 

“This is some middle school shit,” Ran commented, eyes scanning the very small crowd in the room — which doesn’t surprise Ran at all. If it was full, that would’ve been a surprise, for sure. 

“There’s only like 5 people here!” Shion trudged his way over to the brothers. “I posted flyers everywhere. What the fuck?”

“Flyers?” Rindou turned to look at Ran. The two of them stared at each other for a moment before bursting out into laughter. “No wonder this shit is a fucking flop. Ran, he posted flyers.”

Ran deep down is cracking up, but manages to maintain his calm demeanour, unlike his brother, who’s practically rolling on the floor with laughter. 

Shion shrinks into his jacket, embarrassment filling his bloodstream. “Shut up! I thought it would work… whatever. I don’t care.” He grabs the cups from the table he’s set up so nice and neatly — which is pointless. It would’ve been around the penthouse floors and furniture anyway. 

“I knew you were useless, but this is pathetic.” Kisaki rubs his temples. “I’m leaving.”

As if on cue, Hanma stands up from the bar stool he was sitting on, stretching his long lanky limbs. “I’m leaving too. Don’t miss me, yeah?” 

Hanma giggles when all the boys in the room ignore him. A usual occurrence in the gang. He gains energy from irritating people with his presence. It’s his daily source of serotonin. That and Kisaki’s sadistic antics — they both go hand in hand. 

Just as soon as Kisaki opens the door to leave, he’s met with you about to knock on the door. Hanma’s eyes widen slowly, then he heads towards you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into the penthouse. “One of the hoes arrived!”

Shion whipped his head around so fast, Ran swore he heard some bones cracking. Shion practically zoomed towards the door, sending the brothers a look that said ‘See, I told you people would come. They were just late.’

Ran grits his teeth, downing the whiskey inside his cup to hide the irritation on his face. Shion walks smugly towards the door, ready to worship the first hoe that showed up, only to see you. 

“Not a hoe,” you look up at Hanma, with an annoyed but relaxed look. “But yeah, hey Shion.” You abandon Hanma’s arm around you and head further into the penthouse. “Nice party you got.” You giggle, pulling out the poster. “Seems lively.”

Shion goes a whole new shade of red Ran has never even seen before. He looks down at his bright red cup, then compares it to Shion’s cheeks. Almost the same colour. But anyway, things got a whole lot more interesting now that you arrived.

Ran doesn’t even know you, but judging by Shion’s face, you’re clearly important in some way. Abandoning his brother, he heads over to the commotion, resting his elbow on the shoulder of Shion who shakes his head, as if trying to drain the red colour from his skin. 

“[Y/n], g-get out! Why are you even here?” He quickly grabs the poster from your hands and scrunches it up. He blocks out the snorts coming from Hanma.

“Well, I was coming back from my friend's house, when I saw your horribly made posters on a street lamp. So I decided to pay a visit, to see how the party of the year was holding up.” You pause and scan around the empty apartment. “Is this how they threw parties in juvie?”

Shion intended to throw this party after getting out of juvie last week. Everybody else got out a couple months back, but he had to stay behind because he couldn’t control his temper and fought with a few officers. Ran told him that if he wants a party so badly, he should just let himself and Rindou handle it — but Shion’s pride got the better of him. He claims that it’s his party and he wants to host it for himself. 

“I got out of juvie, and this is how you treat me? By embarrassing me?” Shion pouts and you give him a hug before he starts bitching again.

“You did a pretty good job of that yourself.” You quip and Shion shoves you off of him.

“Get out.”

“No, you’re kicking me out of the best party of the year? However, will I cope.” Now it’s your turn to pout, but regardless you’re heading towards the door. By the time you reach the door, Kisaki scoffs and you turn around. “You good?”

He looks you up and down, then stays silent.

You take a moment to examine the guy. You’ve never seen him before, so you’re 100% assuming here, but he looks a little bit too young… to be hanging around these dudes. “How old are you?” 

“What’s it to you?” He responds with such an icy tone, it startles you for a moment.

“Nothing, just this so-called party says 18+.”

“Okay? Are you a fed or something?” 

“Do I look like a fed to you?” You have to take a deep breath to calm yourself, realising you’re about to have an argument with a kid. “I don’t have time for this.” You wave goodbye to Shion and a smaller wave to the other gentlemen, excluding the child, and shut the door behind you. 

“So, who was that?” Ran managed to stay quiet the entire encounter. He had a few things to say, but stayed quiet nonetheless, preferring to observe before he deems you good enough to make his move. 

“She’s my neighbour. She lives 3 doors down.” Shion sighs, obviously defeated that his party failed, and his biggest tease of a neighbour managed to witness it. Rindou drains the rest of the contents of his cup down the sink, then walks over to Shion, placing his arm around his shoulder, similar to what Hanma did to you. 

“It’s alright. Leave the partying to me and Ran. We can have it full for you, I promise. Just give us a few days, alright?”

Shion nods, then breaks out into a yawn. Party-planning sure is exhausting. He thinks. “You guys can go home, we can try again next weekend.”

The two brothers nod, then grab their jackets and head out. Kisaki and Hanma are long gone, so it’s just the two of them scouring the hallway. It was particularly empty late at night. Well, to the brothers, it’s not late at all. It’s only 9PM. 

Just as they’re about to reach the end of the hallway to take the elevator down to the lobby, Ran hears a sound coming from behind him. Turning around, he sees you opening the door that was exactly 3 doors down from Shion’s. 

Rindou is about to press the elevator button when Ran stops him. “Huh?” Rindou looks up at his brother, who’s looking in the opposite direction. He follows his brother’s eye to you, currently walking towards the elevator but distracted by your phone and headphones in your ears.

“Really? You’re holding the elevator for her?” Rindou sneers when Ran nods his head. “Since when were you a gentleman?”

“Gonna be one today.” Ran sniggers lightly, making Rindou laugh. They both step aside when you finally reach the elevator. Your eyes are preoccupied by your phone, you don’t even acknowledge the two boys. Rindou presses the elevator button now that you’re here and the three of you step inside once the doors open.

Ran taps the back of your phone lightly to get your attention once the doors close and you finally look up, a bit startled. You hadn’t even realised they were there. “Oh, hey. You’re from Shion's, right?” You vaguely remember the braided guy, since he was standing next to Shion the entire time you were there.

“Yea, and you are..?” Ran asks despite knowing your name already. For some reason, your name stuck in his mind despite only being mentioned once. 

“I’m [Y/n], but I think I already introduced myself inside.” 

“You did? Shit, I must’ve forgotten.”

“Yeah.” You hum  awkwardly, not knowing what to say now. You would go right back on your phone, but it seems a bit rude, especially seeing that he wants to make conversation with you.

“I assume you’ll be at Shion’s party this weekend?” Ran asks, tilting his head amused when you groan loudly. 

“He’s throwing another one? God— does he ever learn his lesson?”

This time, it’s Rindou who laughs. “No, we’re throwing it. For him though.”

“What’s your name?” You ask, assuming they’re brothers. They sort of look the same. The blonde brows and purple eyes give it away. 

“Ran Haitani.” The braided one introduces himself. The name seems familiar to you, you’ve definitely heard it before. 

Then it hits you. “Oh! Wait, I’ve been to a few of your parties before.” You had actually lost your virginity in one of their parties once. Couple years back. Good times, good times. 

But you don’t mention that to them. 

“So I assume you’ll be there, this time then?” The other brother speaks up, nameless because he still hasn’t introduced himself. But you don’t care. 

“Yeah, of course. Just tell me when and where.”

You exchange numbers with the braided one, Ran and then part ways once the elevator door opens. 

—

The next time Ran sees you, is infact at the party. By the time you enter, along with Yuzuha, your best friend, it’s already packed. 

You honestly expected nothing more from the Haitani’s. The one thing they knew how to do was party. 

You make eye contact with Shion, who by the looks of it, is sulking in the corner. Saying goodbye to Yuzuha, you head over towards Shion. 

“Why are you sad? I thought you wanted a party?”

“I do…. but why couldn’t it be this packed for me?” He asks the question with the obvious answer. But you didn’t want to hurt his feelings even more so you just shrugged. 

Now was not the correct time to tell him that the Haitani’s are just better than him in every way shape or form. 

Speaking of the devil, you feel a giant figure behind you. You don’t even need to look back to know who it is. The strong scent of his cologne is enough. 

“Hello Ran.” You tilt your head backwards, accidentally resting it on his shoulder. When was he that close?

“Hey, princess.” He placed his hand on your waist to keep you still. “You actually came.”

“Yeah. I had nothing else to do.” You gulp. Your entire body was burning from the close proximity. The area his hands were touching your waist burnt up, and your body was trying to regulate your body temp back to normal. 

“Go away Ran.” Shion says sulking, lightly. Shion knows what Ran is planning, but Ran sends him a look that has him shutting up instantly. You have no clue what that look meant, not like you would have understood either way. Not with the way Ran was subconsciously pulling you closer to his chest with the grip on your waist. 

Shion doesn’t argue, instead he just kisses his teeth and moves further in the thick crowd of drunk people. 

“You thirsty?” Ran pulls away and you finally feel like you could breathe again. Although your lungs praised Ran for stepping back, your body reacted differently, already missing his warmth. 

“Um, no. Not that thirsty.” 

He ignores you, handing you a cup filled with a mystery liquid. You look down at it, confused. It’s red, could be wine. But when you sniff it, it smells of raspberries. 

“It’s juice. Don’t want you getting drunk here.” He admits and you give him a considerate smile. It’s true, you were driving tonight. Couldn’t afford getting drunk. 

Yuzuha had initial plans to come here, get shit faced, maybe laid too. Which is why you had the misfortune of being the only sober one. Your sole role  tonight is to act as an Uber Driver for your friend.  

“Are you drinking?” You ask him, looking down at his cup. You think it’s filled with whiskey. Not like you could smell it anyway, your nose is stuffed full with Ran’s cologne. 

He shakes his cup slightly, the liquid sloshing from one end of the cup to another. “Yeah, but I only had a few drinks. I have a high alcohol tolerance.”

“Ah, it must be nice.” You sulk. You don’t have the best alcohol tolerance. You’re not a lightweight though. You’re like in the middle of the scale. 

“Hm? You can’t handle alcohol?” 

“No. I can, just not to the extent you can.” You feel so nervous when the music changes to something upbeat. “You just gonna sit here next to me the entire time, or are you actually gonna have fun?” 

Ran chuckles besides you. “Who says being beside you isn’t fun?”

You shrug, not knowing how to respond to that. Ran puts his cup down and tilts your head towards him. He presses his lips to yours, a slow but sensual kiss that has your stomach doing backflips. 

You have no clue why he just suddenly kissed you. Was he drunk? You doubt it, he only had a few drinks, and that wasn’t enough to make a heavyweight drunk. 

You weren’t complaining though. His grip on your face tightened when you stepped in front of him and looped your arms around his shoulders, tilting your face for a better angle. 

Ran nibbles on your bottom lip before pulling away. You feel his fingers slip down, cupping your ass. “Wanna get a room?”

You don’t even hesitate. Grabbing onto his hands and allowing him to lead you around the house. You enter his bedroom and he shuts the door behind him, placing his cup on his desk. “I don’t do hook-ups often, but you look good so I’ll make an exception.” You say, making your way over to what you assume is his bed. It’s really dark here.

“Hey, wait. Stand up.” He commands and you obey, standing up and watching him climb onto the bed, pulling you down harshly onto his lap. You shift around, trying to get comfortable, not realising you were pressing against his boner. 

Ran dips his head into your neck, and groans, “Keep doin’ that and see what happens.”

You freeze, suddenly feeling shy. “Sorry.”

Ran chuckles against your shoulders, pulling the straps of your dress down to expose your breasts. “Don’t be, it’s alright, baby.”

You nod, tilting your head back when he starts kissing your neck, licking and nibbling at your skin, all the while using one hand to grope your breast, shamelessly, and the other hand to grind your hips down against his cock. 

“Do you-ah-fuck, do you this often?” You say, biting the skin of your lip when Ran bites down particularly too hard.

“Do what?” He mumbles, lips travelling up your neck to your jawline. 

“Y’know, pick 1 girl to sleep with at one of your parties?” Ran is a good looking guy. He’s physically attractive, sounds sexy, smells wonderful. He’s everything you always wanted— but you don’t want to just be used and thrown out like the next girl. 

“Just 1 girl?” He questions and you can practically feel his lips curl into a smile. 

“You motherfucker.” You pull his face from your neck to see him giggling. “I knew it!” You try to get out of his lap, but the grip on your hips tighten, basically keeping you in place. The hand groping your breast, also dropped down to your waist, for extra support. 

So he’s hot and now strong? The list just keeps on growing. 

“No, don’t go anywhere. I’m just kidding, I don’t do that stuff.” He pulls you closer, resting his forehead against yours. “I want you here.”

“And I want to be out there.” You tilt your head towards the door. The music from downstairs drowned out and blurred from the blood rushing towards your ears as his lips brushed against the shell of your ear. His chuckle, loud and clear, vibrating against your eardrums. 

“Well, I want you,” his nails dig into the skin of your hips, tugging you flush towards his chest, “here.” 

You look down at him, his eyes are warm, and you actually register the closeness between you both. “But..we just met.”

“So?”

 You swallow, hard, lips parting when he leans in, slipping his tongue past your lips, into your mouth. They tangle with yours as his hands rake up and down  the skin of your back, his short nails pressing softly, leaving only faint marks.

“Mm,” you hum into his mouth, fingers slipping down between your legs to rub your clit. Ran laughs when he can hear the slick, wet noise between your legs the second your fingers make contact with your cunt. 

“So wet,” his fingers meet yours, guiding them in soft circles that have your back arching. “Just for me, yeah?”

You nod,  unable to utter a verbal response. But Ran doesn’t appreciate that, He wants to hear you breathless, wants to hear your shaky voice call out his name. “Use your words.” He whispers softly, placing wet kisses on the lobe of your ear. 

“Y-yeah. Just for you. All you.” 

His fingers dominate yours, pushing them out the way and sinking softly into your drenched cunt. “You’re soaking. Holy-shit.” It’s embarrassing, to be this wet over a few kisses, but you can’t help it. “Bet I could just slip right in.”

“God—”

“Hm, you’d like that?” He tilts his head so that his nose is brushing against yours, looking into your desperate eyes. “Answer me.” Every word he utters, he’s leaning closer, his lip nudging your own.

You’re about to surrender and give into his temptation, when a loud noise erupts downstairs. Almost like a gunshot. It was loud enough to have you both flinching for a moment. “Ran, what was that?” You turn to face him, his face is concentrated and calculated. 

“Stay here.” He presses a last kiss to your forehead before shifting you off his lap and laying you down on the bed. You sit up, about to stand up as he tugs his pants back on. He hears movement from the bed and turns to face you, “I said, stay here.” He gently pushes you back on the bed, “don’t move. Just lay down, sleep or something. I’ll be right back.”

“Ran, what was that noise?” You pull your dress straps up to cover your exposed chest. 

“[Y/n], listen to me. Do you understand what I just said?”

He shakes you a little bit. Your eyes blink up to him, nodding. “Yeah, I understand.”

“Good.” 

You watch him reach inside his drawer and grab something. You can’t tell what it is because it’s still dark inside his room. He exits the room and shuts the door behind him. 

Heading downstairs, he notices everybody aside from his friends had fled the party. Now he’s confused. He approaches his brother, who has his hand firm inside his pocket, gripping something. 

“Uh, Rin, what’s going on?”

“We got company.” He nods over to the door. One of Shion’s ex-cellmates stands there, with a gun in his hand. 

“Oh for fucks sake.” Ran straightens up his clothes, stuffing his baton deep into his pockets before heading towards the man. Shion has his arm wrapped around his shoulder and they’re laughing as if they didn’t just scare everybody in the fucking house with that gun scare.

“Why didn’t you tell me you got out man!” Shion ruffles the guy's hair whilst having him in a headlock.

"You people are a bunch of psycho's." Kakucho says, "this is why nobody comes to your parties, if this is the bullshit you people pull."

"It was a joke!" The cell-mate calls out, stuffing the gun back into his pocket. 

Shion comes to his defence, “It’s not like anybody was hurt right…?”

“Hurt?” Ran grabs his baton from his pocket, “give me two reasons right now, why I shouldn’t kill you with this.”

Shion hides behind his friend for protection. “If you’re going to kill anyone, kill him!” He points at his friend, “he’s the one that brought the gun, I didn’t tell him to!”

“You people are a bunch of pussies.” He grabs Shion’s collar and forcefully drags him forward. “Okay, I’ll apologise for ruining the party. Just wanted to say hey to Shion.” 

“Okay, well you said hey. Now get out.” Rindou calls out, “seriously, what you did was fucked.” 

Ran looks up at the ceiling where shot the gun. His head is pounding just thinking how much that’ll cost to get that covered up. “You’re paying for my ceiling.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever. I’ll give Shion the money. Nice to meet ya guys!” He winks then turns to dap up Shion before exiting the party.

“He’s so cool.” Shion stares at the door, “I haven’t seen him in months.”

“Did he shoot up your jail cell too?” Kakucho sighs, walking over to the balcony to unlock the doors. Bunch of people enter, clutching their hearts from fear or maybe shock. 

“No, he didn’t shoot up my goddamn cell. I don’t even know how he got that gun honestly. But I’m sorry he did that, he’s just a bit,” Shion pauses, searching for the right word, “crazy.”

“Yeah? No shit!” A girl yells, “We almost died!”

“He shot the ceiling, so unless you were floating from the ceiling then you’re being dramatic.”

She scoffs, “and to think, I thought you were hot. Nevermind.” Grabbing her purse from the couch, “c’mon let’s go.”

Shion watches, mouth agape as the girls and the boys leave the apartment. “Hey.. wait I was kidding!”

“Good job there.” Ran pats his shoulder the moment the door slams shut. Shion mutters something rude under his breath and heads over to the fridge to stuff something down his throat. 

Kakucho had his thinking face on, trying to calculate the damages done to the ceiling and how much it’ll cost to get it fixed. Rindou had his hands on his temples, rubbing it profusely. “What’s this guy's name anyway?”

“His nick-name? Or actual name?” Shion takes a huge bite out of the leftover sandwich he found in the fridge. “I don’t think I can give out his real name, so just call him Kyo.”

“Kyo? Stupid ass name, for a stupid ass person.” 

“He’s not stupid! He’s cool. I think Izana might like him.”

Kakucho is the one to scoff now, “Just cause Izana might be a little….. doesn’t mean that he’ll like this Kyo dude. He seems like bad news.”

“I agree.” Ran nods in agreement, “he’s weird. I don’t like him.”

“Um…. what happened?” All the boys in the living room turn their heads to the staircase, “is anybody hurt?”

“False alarm.” Rindou sighs.

“False–” you can’t even finish your sentence and Ran can practically see the steam pouring out from the sides of your head. 

“Uh-oh.”

“You’re telling me, I thought there was a fuckin’ murderer inside the house, only for it to be a false alarm?” By the time you reach the bottom of the stairs, Ran walks over, embracing you in his arms. 

“You alright?” He asks, and you hug him, nodding.

“Yeah. Just pissed.” 

Ran chuckles and kisses the top of your forehead. “Me too.” That fucking idiot, Kyo, ruined a very special intimate moment between the two of you. He isn’t sure if you are both pissed at the same thing, but doesn’t dwell on it.

Bringing out your phone, you see 5 missed calls from Yuzuha, and 34 messages. “Shit.” You pull away from his embrace and unlock your phone, scrolling through each of her messages. “I-I gotta go.” 

“Wait, let me walk you home.” Ran offers but you shake your head, telling him that you’re fine. You have his number anyway, you can talk to him later. The second you shut that door, you’re calling Yuzuha back. 

“Hello—”

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME WE WAS GOING TO A HAITANIS PARTY?!” 

You flinch from the sudden outburst, “Sorry? I didn’t know you guys hated each other—”

“Where are you?”

“I just left. Why?”

“I’m outside. Hurry up.”

You hang up and head down the stairs, to the Main Street where Yuzuha's car is parked. The second you enter the car, she’s already scolding you. “You slept with him, didn’t you?”

“No.” Technically, you weren’t lying. You were about to. But you didn’t, sadly. Yuzuha bangs her head on the steering wheel, accidentally honking the horn in the process.

“Don’t get yourself involved with people like them. They’re in a gang [Y/n].”

“Isn’t your brother…. also…. in a gang….?”

Yuzuha pauses. “Yes, but that’s different! There’s two types of gangs [Y/n]. Toman doesn’t do the type of stuff Ran and his friends do. They do like illegal stuff,” she looks around to make sure nobody is around, “like drugs and stuff. It’s just dangerous. They’ve been in and out of juvie. It’s not the same.”

“Okay, well Shion is my neighbour. Are you gonna tell me to stay away from him too?”

“No, I can’t control what you do, or who you’re with. That’s entirely up to you, but what I can do, is guide you into not making stupid mistakes.”

You sulk, like a child at her words about to throw a tantrum after not being allowed to get a toy from the store. 

“[Y/n], are you listening to me?” 

“Yes! Okay, fine. I’ll stop seeing him.” Not like there was much to see anyway, you both only got up to third base, and you’re pretty sure if it wasn’t for that maniac, you would’ve gone all the way. 

“You promise?”

“Promise.”

***

Did you also mention that you’re a liar?

Knock knock. 

“Coming!” You set the plate of food, that was resting on your lap, onto your table. Standing up, adjusting your clothes before heading towards the door. 

Once opened, you’re met with familiar black and blonde braids. “Oh, look who’s here.” You state, sort of annoyed. It had been a week since the whole gun-shot party scare, and you were waiting for Ran to text you. 

But he didn’t. 

Waiting a whole week. Not even a single text, no message, no call. No nothing. 

“What do you want?” 

Ran doesn’t appreciate the harsh tone, but decides to ignore it, for now. “Can I come in?”

“No.” You’re about to slam the door, but he forcefully stops it. 

“I’m going to ask again.” He steps closer, eliminating the distance between the both of you, making his voice slightly deeper, he repeats, “Can I come in?”

You curse your body for freezing up, the moment he purposefully dropped his voice. You also curse your mind for crumbling so easily, stepping out of the way to allow him entrance into your place. 

“Okay, so what do you want?” You repeat, standing by the half open door. 

“You sound upset.” No fucking shit. 

“Ok? Well, I’m not.” Your attitude gets the better of you, stubbornness overpowering reasoning. 

“Hmm,” he taps his chin twice, thinking. “No, you definitely are. What’s up?”

What’s up? “Get out, Ran.”

“Why?”

“I don’t owe you an explanation.” 

Ran blinks, confused. Why are you so mad? He notices your brows are scrunched, the tips of your nails are digging into your skin. “[Y/n]..”

“Don’t ‘[Y/n]’ me. You can’t just… ignore me for a week, then show up for what? Pussy? You wanted to get laid, is that why you’re here?”

“What- no-“

“Pfft. Bullshit. Get out, Ran I can’t.” Your emotions were getting the best of you, and you felt yourself about to cry. You don’t even know why him ignoring you, got to you so much. 

“Hey, wait.” Ran steps closer, seeing the tears at bay in your eyes. “[Y/n], what’s wrong?”

“Why did you ignore me?” You ask, voice quiet and meek, finally giving into your emotions. “It’s been a week, Ran. Nothing. It hurts”

Stop crying you idiot. Your brain tells you, over and over again, but you just can’t. You guys aren’t even dating, you literally just kissed. You don’t have a right to be reacting this way. Ran thinks you’re crazy, like some obsessive ex— minus the ex. 

“I never ignored you,” he pulls you in for a hug, and you instantly wrap your arms around his sides, sobbing into his jacket, “I was actually, waiting for you to hit me up all week, but you didn’t. So I was talking to Shion about it, and he told me that he saw some guy leave your apartment.” He pauses, and you can feel his fingers tighten against you, “and I came over to see if you were with another guy…. But you’re not, so I look fucking stupid right now.” He chuckles, breathlessly, embarrassment flowing through him. 

“A guy?” You mumble into his shirt, pulling away, you apologise for the tear stains left on his shirt. Ran tells you not to worry about it. 

“A guy?” You question again, you don’t remember a guy entering— “Oh! That was my brother. He came to give me something yesterday.”

“…Oh.” If Ran felt stupid before, he feels foolish now. 

“Was someone jealous?” You taunt him, getting up on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck. 

“What if I was?” He questions, wiping away the tears on your cheek with his thumbs. “You’re the one crying right now.”

“Am not.” You sniff and drop back down to your regular height, when Ran’s hand slithers up to your throat, pulling you back up to face him. He holds your gaze for a moment, waiting to see if you’ll pull away or not. When he sees you have no intentions of moving, he uses the hand around your throat to guide your face into the perfect position to slot his mouth against yours.

The angle is a little uncomfortable, but he’s holding you down with his hand on your throat, so you can’t move either way. Tilting your chin up, your lips press against one another's, slowly and passionately, contrasting the first kiss you both shared last week, that was more horny and desperate.

You run your hands down his shoulders, then down to his shirt, lifting it up to feel his chest.  It’s a little bumpy because of his abs. You smile into the kiss as you trace your fingers between the indents. You continue mapping along his chest, enjoying every heavy breath he releases against your mouth. “That tickles.” He gasps out when you reach the waistband of his pants.

“Good.” You start working at the zipper, swallowing the soft grunts he makes into your mouth. You pull away from the kiss once his pants are unzipped to get down on your knees. You reach inside his boxer briefs to pull out his already hard cock. “Wow, you’re hard already,” you mock his tone from last week, “all we did was kiss, Ran.”

“Sh-shut up.” He exhales shakily when you begin stroking him slowly, running your fingers down the entirety of his length. Licking a trail to the base of his cock, pressing down along the prominent vein along his shaft. 

You wrap your lips around the tip, hollowing your cheeks out while bobbing your head slowly. You look up at him, his jaw is hanging open slightly and his chest is heaving up and down. He was throbbing inside you, each suction gathered more blood, making him even harder.

“Shitttt,” he let out a low groan, fingers finding their way into your hair, lacing themselves between the strands as he guided your head up and down his cock. When you reached the base, he held you there and started to thrust inside your mouth, spitting curses from his lips when he hit the back of your throat, making ir convulse around his tip. 

“So warm fuck, keep it there,” he was sputtering and praising you with lewd words, about how good you felt around him. His eyes were closed shut, so he couldn’t see the tears and spit streaming down your face. You moaned around his cock, your cheeks vibrating around his sensitive length, causing him to quickly pull you off before he cums down your throat.

“Holy shit,” he was panting, trying to catch his breath. You massage your jaw, trying to get rid of the ache.

“H-how was it?” Your voice was rough and hoarse from the face-fucking. Ran simply reached his hand out, and pulled you up and off the ground.

“You earned yourself something.” He says, sliding his hands down your sides, to beneath your thighs and the back of your knee, lifting you up and off the floor. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, and your legs around his waist as he carries you towards the couch, since he doesn’t know where your bedroom is.

The second he drops you down onto the couch, you drag him down, using the grip you have around his neck, pulling him into a desperate kiss as he slides his fingers down and into your leggings.

You shift and spread your legs to allow him more room. Moaning into his mouth when he starts to rub slow but sensual circles onto your clit. “R-ran, fuck-ah-yeah like that.”

“Yeah? Like this?” He presses harder using his thumb, while slipping two fingers inside you, scissoring you easily due to how wet you are. “Sucking me off made you this wet, hm?”

“Yeah,” your giggle breaks off into a moan when he speeds up. Dropping your arms from his neck, you grip onto the couch cushion, digging your nails in as he fucks you with his fingers. You whine when he pulls away, slipping his fingers out of you. 

“Shh,” he notices the look of confusion on your face, “I wanna get a taste.”

“Mmm, okay.” You hum, biting the skin of your lip while he pulls your leggings, along with your panties, down. He trails kisses along your thighs, licking over his bite marks as he makes his way down to your cunt.

“Ran, c’mon…” he laughs into your skin as you whine impatiently. He reaches your pussy and licks between your folds, tongue lapping up your slick. It sounds wet and mushy and you feel embarrassed hearing the sound. But Ran loves it. He loves it so much.

He loves the taste of you. Digging his face deeper, he slides his tongue inside your hole, wrapping his lips around your pulsing clit. “Omygod, omygod,ohmy-fuck-” Your back arches, fingers digging into the couch, you swear you’re ripping the cushions open, but you don’t care, you really don’t.

He hums into your folds, swallowing your slick whilst fucking your hole at a languid pace. Ran pulls his face out from between your legs, replacing his tongue with his fingers, sliding in and out of you easily. “You like it like this, don’t you?” He asks, curving the length of his finger upwards, making sure to brush up against your spot.

A sharp gasp, plus a violent hip thrust proves his theory correct. He begins his trail of kisses again from your inner thigh, back down to your clit, showing it the attention you’d been craving all week. “Ran,” you pant out and he flicks his eyes up at you, “Kiss.”

He gives your clit one last kiss before sitting up. Your hands abandon the cushions, pulling him down by his braids to attach your lips together. You can taste yourself on his lips, but lick it all away, wanting to taste him instead. 

He takes this distraction to add another finger in, repeating the curve motions from before. You squeal into the kiss  and he shuts you up, sliding his tongue inside. You take this chance to wrap your lips around his vessel, sucking along the length, likewise you did to his cock. Ran lets out a low groan, “You’re something else… y’know that?”

“Stop talking.” You complain, pulling him towards you for a deeper kiss. His hand adds one last finger in, pushing his fingers deeper into you with triple the force, scouring your insides to make you cream all over his fingers. With the extra finger added, you take it upon yourself to rub your clit to reach your orgasm faster. 

Ran brings his thumb up, joining your fingers, but pushes his thumb down harder with more strength, stimulating your g-spot from two fronts. “Fuck” Ah, fuckfuck,” your voice is shaky as you practically scream, legs shaking as your walls begin to clench around his fingers. “`m cummin’ Ran, fuckfuckfuckfuck, shit! I’m–”

He presses his lips onto yours, shoving your moans back down your throat as he fucks you through your orgasm. Once your legs stop shaking, he pulls his fingers out and sits up.

The slick from your pussy sliding down his three fingers and down onto his palm, dripping onto the couch. “Holy shit.” He says and you shrink into the couch cushions, embarrassed. You’d never been that wet before, so this was a new discovery for the both of you. “Is it always like this?”

Ran grins, all teeth and victory as you shake your head slowly. “Just for me, huh, pretty girl?” 

“Just you.” You sit up, ignoring the way your leg aches to bring him inside for another kiss.

***

That was just the start of you and Ran’s relationship. Over the course of the next few months, you both kept whatever you had going on a secret. Your reasoning behind it was you didn’t want to give Yuzuha a heart attack, after finding out you were screwing a Haitani behind her back.

Ran’s reasoning was more protective. He didn’t want anybody to find out about you. Not because he was embarrassed of you, no. If he could, he would show you off in front of the entire world. But it just wasn’t safe for you to be known as Ran’s girlfriend.

He wishes things were different. Maybe they could be, later in the future. As of right now, only Rindou knows about your ‘relationship’. None of you officially asked each other out, so by definition, the two of you aren’t boyfriend and girlfriend. But it feels official enough, to the point even talking to another girl disgusts Ran, and you couldn’t look at another boy sexually. It just felt wrong. 

The amount of times he rejected girls recently made the gang grow a bit suspicious, to which he just responds with ‘I don’t have time for that stuff.’ It’s true, though. He doesn’t have time to do that stuff, with other girls that aren’t you. 

“Ran, how does this look on me?” Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts. He looks over to you, wearing your new silk nightgown. He blinks a couple times, and his silence says enough. “Is… is it bad?”

“What? No!” He sees the small frown on your face and he’s instantly leaning forward, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you down onto the bed. “No, baby, you look gorgeous.”

“But, you were silent.” You look up at him, your beady eyes making him even hornier. He looks down, seeing your body visibly through the thin silk of your gown. You weren’t wearing a bra because you were about to go to sleep, and your nipples are clear as day, not making the situation any better for him.

“Is it the colour?” You keep going, trying to understand the possible reasons why he doesn’t like the gown. 

“Colour? What, no.” He sighs, “you look sexy.”

“You’re just saying that.” You try to climb out from his lap, but his arm around your waist prevents that action. 

“You want me to show you instead?” He grins, dragging you down to lay down on the bed next to him. You groan, tiredly when you feel his fingers sliding down your thighs. 

“Ran, it’s late..” 

“Hm,” He hears your words, so redirects his fingers upwards, resting them on your waist until you fall asleep. “Baby?” He calls out, minutes later to ensure you’re awake or not. 

You mumble something in your sleep.

“What was that?”

“I said, stop touching my boob.”

Ran giggles into your neck, “no, ‘s soft.” He grips your breast harder, palming it shamelessly. You tilt your head back, hitting his shoulder. 

“You’re such a pervert.” You mutter incoherently, voice slurred as your brain is half asleep. He rolls you over onto your back, lifting your nightgown up until it exposes your chest. 

“It’s cold here, Ran.” You say in response to your breasts being exposed to the cold air in the room. Your nipples instantly harden, and Ran feels it. 

“Let me warm you.” He lazily rolls over the top of you, attaching his lips to your nipple, sucking the bud. 

“Fuck,” you bite your lip, tipping your head back when you feel your nipples soften in his mouth. “Ran,” you run your fingers through his loose hair, twisting the strands in your hands. 

He hums against your nipple, tongue darting out to flick the bud. He pulls away, engulfing your areola in his mouth, and pulling away with a pop. The noise makes you wake up slightly. “Ran, sleeeeeep.” 

“Okay, okay.” He rolls over, back to his side and you gather the small energy you have left and pull your gown back down before he could grab your breast again. 

You smile in your sleep when you feel him mumble complaints under his breath, before pulling you closer, resting his chin on your shoulder. 

Just as you’re about to fall asleep, your phone beside you rings. You barely even have the energy to lift up the phone, but you manage to surprisingly. You outline the words M on your screen, the rest of the words are blurry. 

Unlocking it, you accept the call, bringing the phone up to your ear. “…Hello?”

“[Y/n], open your door, I think I forgot my notepad in your house, I’ll be there soon.”

“Mhm… yeah. Come right in.”

You’re so out of it, you don’t even realise your words. They only register when he says, “Great, be there in 2. Bye!”

You sit up so fast, it startled Ran. “You need to get out, now.” You shake him awake, knowing he’s such a slug in bed. “Rannnnn, Mitsuya is gonna be here like NOW. Get up.”

“Fuck him, who cares.” He rolls over, tucking himself further into your sheets. You give up, realising there’s no point in trying. Fully awake now, you jump out of bed, grabbing your jacket and shoving it on before meeting Mitsuya in the front of your house before he comes in himself.

The second you’re down the hallway, you hear the front door open. “Mitsuya! Hey, hey.” You can’t let Mitsuya find out. Apparently, just two weeks ago, you heard from Hakkai that Ran and Mitsuya got into an altercation with a brick and a face.

You scolded Ran after, telling him to stop playing dirty and told him to apologise to Mitsuya. You have no clue if he did, but if he didn’t, then you don’t want to spend your night cleaning up blood from your floors.

“Hey, I think I left my notebook here, for my sketches.” He starts checking underneath the cushions and you awkwardly stand there, ready to push him away from entering your room if the time comes.

“Have you found it?” You bite your nails, anxiously. This shouldn’t be so nerve-wracking…. But it is. And meanwhile, Ran is just fast asleep in the other room.

“No. I think it might be in your room.” 

“No!” You say a bit too quickly, then cough discreetly. “I mean, no. Impossible.”

“Impossible? How?”

“I- I just cleaned my room. I would’ve seen it.” You lie, not even sure if his notebook is in there. “I think you should check Hakkai’s house.”

“No, I did. Your place was the last resort.”

“Aw,” you pout, then yawn loudly, “well, I’m really tired, so I’ll check for it in the morning. You need to leave.” You begin rushing him towards the door, but forget he’s stronger than you, so he barely budges. 

“Why are you in such a rush? Oh– you got a boy over don’t you?” His face turns smug. 

Did I mention you’re a terrible liar too?

“N-no. Pfft. Boy? No. Uh-uh.”

“Who is it…?”

“I don’t kiss and tell. Now get out.” You push him lightly towards the door and he chuckles before exiting. You take a deep breath before heading back inside to your room. 

***

Ran: i don’t think this is working

You: what

Ran: us

You: …

You: are you breaking up with me over text?

Ran: sorta

You: ok bye then

Ran: y/n?                                                                                                              Message not delivered

“Well, she blocked me.” Ran tossed his phone onto the couch, before sinking his face into his palms. Rindou made a noise that nobody could translate. 

“Yikes.” Shion adds, “she seem upset?”

“She fuckin’ blocked me so what do you think?” Ran snaps, making Shion raise his hands up. 

“Don’t get mad at me! You’re the idiot that broke up with her over text.”

“Because I had to! If it was in person, she’d just ask questions and I couldn’t bring myself to do it.”

“That’s what you get for having relationships.” Izana speaks this time. “It’s dangerous, this could’ve been avoided before if you just listened to my rule.”

“I know.” Ran sulked. Izana doesn’t understand anything, that’s why he made the stupid rule to begin with. “Doesn’t matter, at least she’s safe now.”

“And you’re sure nobody knew about the two of you?” Shion asks, “I don’t want her getting hurt.”

“Yes, I’m sure. We barely went out together anyways. I knew she’d be a target, if people found out. That’s why I barely told you idiots.”

Kakucho sits down next to Ran. “You did the right thing.”

“Doesn’t feel like it.” He picks up his phone, looking at the message not delivered. It’s for the best. He repeats over and over in his head. 

***

“I don’t wanna say I told you so…” Yuzuha drags out the sentence, but you already know she’s going to say it. “But I told you so!” 

You groan, grabbing a cushion and stuffing your face into it. 

“No seriously, what were you thinking, going out with a Haitani. I told you, they were bad news!”

“Okay! I get it alright? I fucked up. Now can we just move on..”

Hakkai comes and sits down next to you. “It’s okay, [Y/n]. You didn’t do anything wrong. Even though I hate Ran’s guts and I would never approve of your relationship, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Jeez, thanks Hakkai. You’re so sweet.” You say, leaning into his side as he wraps his arm around you. “I’m not sure if I hate him, or not.”

“Well, you should.” Mitsuya approaches the couch you’re all sitting on and sits on the armrest. “I mean, I’m probably being biased here—“

“You most definitely are.” You cut him off. 

“—but I never trusted him. Like at all.”

“Maybe that’s because he hit you with a brick?” Yuzuha giggles. 

“No…. Well yeah, but that’s not all of it. Look what he did to [Y/n].”

You pout, not wanting to even think about that right now. Over text. That’s probably what made you the most upset. It’s the fact he didn’t even have the decency to face you in person when breaking up. Instead, sending some flimsy text message. 

“What if… he’s with another girl?” Yuzuha plots, but you shake your head. 

“Impossible. He wouldn’t cheat on me.”

Hakkai puts his thinking cap on. “Then why else did he randomly break up with you?”

You shrug. Maybe you’re still in denial and thinking he’s still with you. But he definitely didn’t cheat on you. That’s not like Ran. It makes no sense. 

“You should just make him jealous, like go out with someone else, make sure he’s watching.” Yuzuha pictures the perfect revenge in her head. 

“I’m not ready to go out with anyone else right now.” 

“Okay, maybe like, fake it. Like a rumour, or something. We can tell Mikey, who can tell Izana, who can tell Ran that you slept with….”

“With….. who?”

Yuzuha looks at Mitsuya, who shakes his head. “No. [Y/n] is my best friend, that’s weird.”

She rolls her eyes then shifts it to her brother. “Hakkai..?”

“Y-you want— I—,” 

You almost feel bad for Hakkai, the way he’s stuttering right now, as if you’re asking to sleep with him for real. 

“It’s not real Kai. It’s just a rumour.” Yuzuha informs him before he has a heart attack on the couch. “C’mon, say it for [Y/n].”

Everybody looks at Hakkai, who gives into defeat. “Fine.. but I don’t want Ran to jump me, if he gets mad.”

“He won’t.”

“Alright, I’ll do it.”

***

Mitsuya accidentally blurted out in front of Mikey that you and Hakkai had a little ‘fun’ over the weekend. Mikey, being the big instigator he is, almost immediately told Izana, who waited a couple days before telling Ran. 

“That fucking whore.” Was his reaction. “It hasn’t even been a week, and she’s already fucking someone else.” He couldn’t believe it. He broke up with you to protect you, and how do you repay that? By sleeping with someone else, not even a week after he broke up with you.

“Who was it?” He asks Izana, who’s been standing there the entire time, listening to Ran complain about how whorish you’re acting.

“Hakkai.”

Ran looks over to the side,  hands on his chin, “Shiba?” Izana nods and Ran puts two and two together. Ran stands up from where he’s sat and heads towards the door.

“Hey!” Izana calls out, making Ran stop in his tracks, “where the hell are you going?”

“Out.”

Izana is about to say something, then realises he should just let Ran be. He isn’t necessarily scared of Ran when he’s angry, but he knows things won’t get pretty when he is mad. So he decides to let whatever happens happen. Hopefully, he will hear the gossip from Mikey. 

***

Knock knock.

“Who the hell?” You turn off the water and wipe your eyes with your arm to get the water off your face. You step out of the shower, soaking wet, reaching for your towel that’s hung on the other end of the wall. 

The knocking gets even louder, so you don't have time to dry yourself off. Whoever is on the other end of that door, you’re going to kill them, for rushing you out of your shower, the water is still dripping down your body as you head straight for the door. The moment the door is unlocked, Ran practically barges inside, not even giving you a second to comprehend who’s entering.

It’s the braids that are a dead give away, and you gulp, realising the reason he’s here. “Shiba? You fuckin’ serious?” 

“And, what about it?” You glare at him, readjusting your towel over your body, suddenly feeling very self conscious. He’s fully clothed, and you’re literally naked, with nothing but a towel.

The two of you stare at each other, eyes narrowed and filled with a range of emotions. Ran’s trying so hard to stay mad at you, but just the sight of you, wet, the water drops dripping down your skin, with nothing but a short towel on. 

Fuck. 

“Why are you exactly here, Ran? Do you want an apology?” If he says yes, you swear, your fist is going to collide with this man’s face. The sheer audacity of this guy.

“No, I’d prefer an explanation.”

“And I’d prefer for you to get out.” Ran’s hand is around your throat, almost instantly. It’s not a painful grip, so your panic dies down when you realise he didn’t come in here to hurt you. 

“So, that’s it? You’re dating Shiba now?” 

You wrap your hand around his hand on your throat, trying to pull it off so you could breathe, but he holds you tighter. “His name is Hakkai, and I-I’m not dating him. Even if I am, what’s it with you?” 

There’s a bitter taste in your mouth, along with something resting in the pit of your stomach. “Ran, please put me down.” Your voice is strained slightly. You stare up into his eyes, you can’t read them. You’re unsure if he’s genuinely angry or not.

He looks away, before gently letting go of your throat. Without even thinking, the second you regain your breath, your hand moves first and you hit his chest, “Fuck you.” You spit, “you can’t just come in here and fucking strangle me, and act like I’m cheating on you, when you cheated FIRST.” You had no clue what you were saying right now, he never even cheated. It was only speculation, from Yuzuha. There’s no solid proof.

“Cheating? Did Shiba tell you I cheated? So, he could get into your pants?”

“Why are you so obsessed with Hakkai? I feel like this is more about him, than about me.”

“I don’t care about him. I care about you. You’re the one that’s already fucking other people within a week of our breakup!”

“Well, you’re the one that caused the breakup. So you don’t get a say on what happens after. There’s no time limit, Ran. I can fuck whoever I want, whenever I want.” 

You don’t even realise how close you had gotten while you were arguing. He stared down at you, stepping closer, the space between both of your bodies disappearing. He grabs your hand that was on his chest and lifts it off him, simply holding it. 

You’re confused, but you don’t look away. This intense eye contact is making blood rush to your face. Both of you aren’t sure who leans in first,  but the kiss is sloppy and messy. The knot on your towel unravels rather quickly and falls to the floor.

You feel embarrassed, but that doesn’t stop you from pulling him closer by placing a hand on the back of his neck. Nothing about this kiss is sweet, like the ones you used to share. His hand grabs the back of your hair, guiding the kiss whichever way he pleases fit. 

You’re the first one to pull away from the kiss, eyes full of confusion and lust. You’re supposed to be moving on. Not going right back to square one. Fuck it.

You grab onto his hand and lead him towards your bedroom. The second he’s inside, you push him onto your bed and climb over him. “This is a one time thing, okay?” You reassure him, not wanting to fall for him again. Not like your feelings left in the first place.

He doesn’t respond, so you just roll your eyes and begin to strip his jacket and shirt off. He watches you intensely as you unzip his pants, stepping off of him slightly to pull them off him completely.

Now you’re both completely naked, his hands grab onto your waist, pulling you back over him. His lips are on yours again, but you can feel his teeth pulling and biting your lower lip. You swear you can feel them bruising. He traces your clit slowly, slower than he ever has before in your relationship.

It’s annoying. You don’t have patience for this. “You good?” He finally says, seeing your brows knit in frustration at his slow pace. “You want me to go faster?”

He speeds up slightly, not to the pace you want, but significantly faster than his previous one. By the way your brows unknit, he’s already got his answer. “Beg for it,”

“No.”

He pinches your clit, eliciting a sweet soft moan from your lips, completely ruining your whole facade. “Say it.”

“Fuck you.” Your voice is breathy and weak, despite wanting it to come out aggressive.

“That’s what I’m tryna do. But y’know what?” He barely even gives you a second to respond, gripping your hips and flipping you over on all fours. Whenever you tried to look up and behind you to see what he was doing, he shoved your face back into the mattress. “You wanna act like a whore?” He rubs the tip against your folds, “you’ll get treated like one.” He grunts and fully pushes himself inside you.

Your body jolts forward the second he enters you, fingers clawing at the sheets as you try to give yourself a minute. But of course, Ran doesn’t allow you that satisfaction. He immediately draws his hips back, pulling out so only his tip remains, before slamming back inside you.

“Fuck! R-ran, wait!” You cry out, struggling to keep up with his brutal pace. But he’s relentless. 

“So now, fuck, you wanna wait? You never waited before letting Shiba fuck my pussy.” His voice was strained as he dug his fingers into your hips, pushing you down towards the bed and slams inside you, not even missing a single beat.

“It’s not yours! You c-conceited, selfish, egotistical, self-centred p-piece of-shit!” The last word you uttered trailed off into a moan when he shut you up with a slam of his hips. You felt him deeper than you ever felt him before. His grunts got even louder the longer he practically manhandled you.

“You got anything else to say? Or is it my turn now?” 

“F-f-fuck you,” you whisper, tears running down your face when he drags you up from the bed using your hair. 

“Want me to go slower? Just say the words and I’ll think about listening.”

“I don’t need mercy. I’m not a b-bitch, like you.” You wince when his grip on your hair tightens even more. 

“You’re the biggest bitch I know.” He laughs silently, your skin erupts in goosebumps hearing it. “Did you give Shiba this treatment?”

“L-leave him out of this.” You reach behind you to claw at his arm, hoping he slows down. The second he stops his thrusts, you reach down, grabbing the base of his cock and pulling out. The ache in your leg is strong, but you manage to flip the position, climbing on top of him and lowering yourself onto his cock. “You wanna see how I fucked him? It was like this-” 

You slowly roll your hips while sinking down his length. You watch his mouth fall open slightly as you lift yourself up and off. “He liked it like this.” You have no clue what you’re doing, or saying. But it’s in the spur of the moment, you aren’t thinking.

You reach behind yourself, gripping the sheets as you bounce on his length, only stopping to roll your hips, spelling out H A K K A I with each movement of your hips. Ran noticed and quickly took control, grabbing your waist and slamming you down on his cock, lifting you up immediately after both your hips made contact. 

His fingers squeeze your ass cheeks, digging his nails into them, all the while rolling his hips up, making you scream by feeling him so deep inside. “R-ran I’m, gonna c—”

He slaps a hand over your mouth, “Shut the fuck up.”

You grab his shoulders, nails scratching and clawing at his skin while he drives himself harder into you, watching your eyes roll back. The band in your stomach finally snaps and you muffled cry out his name into his hand. 

“Fuck” He pants, dropping his hand from your mouth to your hips, slamming you down one last time before shooting his cum inside you. Ropes on ropes of cum fly out, staining your walls white. You pant against his shoulder, exhausted, back arching when he runs his hands down your back. 

It’s silent in the room, until he finally speaks up. “Did you let him cum inside you too?”

You look down, then lift his face up to yours. Resting your forehead against his own. “We never fucked.”

Ran raises a brow, but lets you continue talking. “It was a rumour, we spread, because I thought… you were cheating on me.”

“I never cheated.”

“Then, why did you break up with me?” You demanded an answer, “through text too. What, am I not good enough for an actual break up?” The tears are back, falling without your consent, but you don’t care. You just needed an answer.

“I didn’t break up with you, because I hated you, or that I was cheating on you, or anything like that. It’s—,” he paused, trying to find the right words. “I didn’t want you being a target, or anything. One of my friends’ girl got attacked, cause his gang upset another one. They targeted the girl, the second I heard that, I didn’t want that happening to you. I could never let that happen. I’d never forgive myself if anything happened to you cause of me.” 

You wipe the tear falling from your face, then look down. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” 

The two of you stare at each other before laughing. “I feel so stupid,” You say, resting your forehead against his. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, with the rumour. I was just mad.”

“`S okay. I’m not upset with you.” He presses a soft kiss against your lips. One kiss led to two, then three, then the two of you were distracted in each other’s embrace, lips passionately moving against one another’s. Ran pulls away, “I love you.”

Your eyes widen, because not once has he said that. Even though you knew you loved him, you never uttered those words either. But to hear it right now, you didn’t know how to react.

“I-I love you too.”

Ran smiles, then places a kiss on your shoulder, then your neck, then the tip of your nose. 

“I’m still gonna murder Hakkai by the way.”

****

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#omi.dih <- tag for all things related to the series

DIHU -> Headcanons/Asks Masterlist

One-shots not-requests <- Masterlist

- When people are in a state of extreme surprise, fear or confusion, we say they are like deer caught in headlights. They seem so frightened that they can not think clearly. They do not know what to do, so they do not do anything.

Pairings: Bonten x Reader

Warnings: Canon divergent, slow burn, foul language, blood, violence, smut in certain short stories, fluff, angst, jealousy, shitty behavior kinda toxic (pls they are criminals), issues, grammar mistakes, no beta reader we die like men. INCOMPLETE AF

Part 1 ____ Meeting Sano Manjiro

Part 2 ____ Meeting Sanzu Haruchiyo

Part 3 ____ Meeting Kokonoi Hajime NOT POSTED YET

Part 4 ____ Meeting the Haitani Brothers

Part 5 ____ Meeting Kakucho Hitto

Part 6 ____ Meeting Takeomi Akashi

Part 7 ____ Meeting Mochizuki Kanji

Short Stories | They happen after meeting all of Bonten, which hasn't happened yet in the main stories. Can be read alone. I think you can read them in that order, but more chapters will be added in between.

Of scars and festivals

That one time the haitani brothers took you away

Kokonoi won't give you money

Build a bear

The first time Kokonoi trusts a Bimbo

Scary dogs

Driving lesson

An uncertain future MDNI

Terror? Horror? Angry

Secrets out in the open

With your permission

Sanzu’s new weakness

You already have your own MDNI

Coffee and a carnage MDNI

Strange sounds

Tipsy visits MDNI

The tattoos fiasco

It’s cold

Not one normal meeting

A heated morning MDNI

The Photobooth in the office

Dirty tricks

Dream a little dream of me

Never alone with you MDNI

Their mistake MDNI

Bubbly drinks

One door closes, another one opens

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[esthaven]

late night satire w kaku cause im bored 😭😭🤌

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[emissaire]

welcome to college! ¦ tokyorev x reader

characters/pairings: mikey, draken, baji, mitsuya, chifuyu, kazutora, sanzu, ran, rindou, kakucho, & kokonoi x reader

notes: there's written portion below, make sure you don't miss it!

masterlist ¦ y/n's squad - sterling ¦ toman & bonten ¦ chapter one

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⸙. since this is a canon divergent fic, i will take all the liberty to change things that happened in canon lol

⸙. they all get along. don't worry, there won't be any heavy angst in this since this is a crack fic. so no one dies, no one betrays someone, everyone is happy. yay.

⸙. mikey is so bored he indulged mitsuya's suggestions

⸙. chifuyu, kazutora and baji took mvsc in college

⸙. for some reason, draken and kaku wants to teach children???

⸙. yes, mitsuya has his own business! he's looking for a model btw 👀

⸙. rindou & sanzu are literal kids. the problem children of their friend group.

⸙. ran & koko are doing business management hihi (insert chidi chingching could buy anything cop that)

⸙. they annoy mitsuya everyday to change his user into something similar to theirs (mikey wanted him to use takashimba, draken - mitsuyalien any many others) lol

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[nana-phobia]

A Stereotypical Love Story

Genre: Crack, Angst, Fluff, Suggestive, Slow Burn

Pairings: Rindou Haitani x FEM! Reader

TW: Reader is a Menace to society, strong language, a lot of sexual jokes, suicide attempts, suicide provocation, abuse, gaslighting, manipulation, KISAKI TETTA.

A/N: THIS IS FICTIONAL! I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THE ILLEGAL ACTS IN THIS FIC. MDNI!!

Chapter 1 [Masterlist] Chapter 2 - PLAYLIST

"Do you know how it feels like to be distant with the person you respected and loved unconditionally?" "No..." "Good for you..."

You had everything, from intelligence to good looks and to skills. If you were to be described by other people, they would tell you that you were perfect! Out of their league even! but not all people who were perfect on the outside have a perfect background.

Your parents are dead, you have multiple jobs to help you with expenses and the worst thing in your life was your relationship with your little brother.

Tetta always despised you, despise is actually a soft word to describe his hate towards you. It was more than that.

Every day was constant hell for you whenever Tetta got home from his part-time job and his gang life, He would always take out his anger on you. Abusing you and didn't even care if you had an open wound.

"Why can't you just kill yourself already..." He hissed as he started hitting you again, you sat there with your arms covering your face, you ran out of tears to release so you just sat there as you take every punch and pain he gave your body.

"I can't believe our parents gave birth to you, I didn't even need to have a sister in the first place! because of you my life back then was a fucking hell! Why don't you kill yourself, yeah?" You gritted your teeth before you could even reply...Tetta kicked you to your side, sending you across the room. Your hands quickly made their way to your sides as you tried to ease the pain, your face was squinting in pain as you lay there.

"I-I'm sorry...." You mumbled out, your voice was hoarse due to your dry throat. Tetta let out a 'tsk'.

He was about to hit you again but then his phone started ringing, with another hit, he took out his phone and looked over at it then answered.

"This better be important, Izana" He hissed, you looked at him with tired eyes. He was staring down at you with a glare.

"Kakucho gathered everyone from S-62 and were all here now" Izana spoke from the other line, Tetta let out a sigh then a smile.

"I'm on my way" He spoke before putting the phone away, he stared at you before walking towards the door and left. As soon as he left you stared at the ceiling and let out a loud sigh and started crying loudly.

Your cries and yells filled the entire apartment, you told yourself you didn't deserve this but as time passed on, you started believing your brother at the thought of maybe the reason why your parents died and why he hated you was because of you?... You were a broken porcelain doll...

You slowly sat up and looked at your skin, you were thankful that Kisaki didn't hit your face which mean it wouldn't be hard to hide all your bruises when you go to school tomorrow. Standing up you walked to your room, as you open your room door. You stood there frozen, staring at a tall lanky male with a blonde streak in his hair and his hands were tattoed with the word 'SIN' and 'Punishment'.

"Uhhh Hi?" He awkwardly greeted, you were about to scream but he quickly bolted and covered your mouth. You licked his hands but to no avail, he didn't remove his hand but instead smirked at you.

"Kinky~" He cooed, you stared at him in disgust.

"Im'ma let go of you but please! don't scream, I'm just here to prank someone and didn't know I came to the wrong apartment" He explained, you slowly nodded. He then stared at you before letting go of your mouth and wiping his palm by rubbing it on your sleeve. He then noticed the bruises in your arms then down to your legs.

"Holy shit? Are you okay?" He asked, you quickly rushed over to your bed covered yourself with your comforter, and nodded.

"Are you sure? you looked fucked up? got beaten up by a gang or somethin'?" He asked in a whispery tone, you shook your head as a reply.

"The quiet type, huh? The name is Hanma Shuji by the way" He introduced himself.

"Y/N..." You muttered, he smiled.

"Nice to meet ya' pretty~" He flirted, your face slowly crinkled in disgust.

"Hey! I ain't that bad and stop looking at me like am a disgusting creature! You're lucky you're a girl or I would've hit you" He whined, the last part was mumbled.

"If you were in my position, you would be creeped out that skinny man just barged into your room" you retorted, he let out a chuckle.

"Then I'll be taking a leave, It was nice meeting ya' though!" He said before walking over to your window and climbing out, before he jumped out, he looked back at you to which you flinched a bit.

"Do you know a guy that lives here with the name Kisaki Tetta? He was the friend I was going to prank before I roughly made a mistake and came up here" Your eyes widened in shock.

"Y-yeah...I know him..." You stuttered, his face lit up and then he smirked again.

"Really? do you know from which window he lives?" He asked, you gulped and thought hard whether you should answer his question or not.

"...He lives here..." You muttered.

"Wait really?!? are you his girlfriend or something!?!" You shook your head and thought how stupid this guy was. IF you were his girlfriend then why would you have your own room??

You just sighed and looked him directly in the eye.

"I'm actually...his sister..." You replied. Hanma stayed quiet as he went back inside from your window and loomed over you.

"WHAT?!"

Taglist (OPEN): @rozcdust @hana-patata

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #rindou haitani #rindou x reader #anime #anime x reader #bonten rindou #bonten x reader #mikey #sanzu #kakucho #koko #takeomi #mochizuki #ran #slowburn

[babu-haitani]

RANDOM and LOCO (Tokyo Revengers)

Genre: Fluff, Crack, Mostly Crack, Suggestive, SMAU

Pairings: Bonten x FEM! Reader

TW: This Series may contain Spoilers from Bonten ARC and it may also contain mentions of suggestive themes, use of cocaine, definitely a lot of cussing, and mainly SANZU. Don’t pretend ya’ll don’t know why Sanzu is in the warning…

A/N: This is just a series I came up with because I need to post my jokes somewhere! I’m a verified clown (That can both mean negative and positive POV’s)

RANDOMNESS 23 |Masterlist| RANDOMNESS 24

"So what do you guys want for lunch?" Ran spoke before closing the door behind him and walking towards where the others are.

"How about let's ask Y/N---Hey where's Y/N?" Mochi asked, everyone then turned over to each other but was then startled as they heard a soft bang on the door of the meeting room. Once again, everyone stared at each other before Kakucho carefully walked over to the door and placed his ear with Ran following and doing the same. Both of their eyes widened.

"What? What's going on?" Mikey asked, Kakucho just bit his lower lip as Ran raised both his hands, the other in a form of an 'O' while the other was in a form of '1' and started doing the sex motion.

"They are fucking on top of the table?!" Koko whispery hissed, Ran and Kakucho only nodded.

"That bastard didn't even wait for us to fucking leave??" Rindou followed, Ran and Kakucho nodded again.

"Mikey! You're the boss, do something and stop those two! god!" Koko hissed but there was no response, the long silver-haired male looked over to the male who was only staring at his Dorayaki.

"I think...He was too stunned to speak..." Mochi mumbled as he lightly poked Mikey's cheeks.

"Fine! I'll do it myself!!" Koko then took out his phone to message both you and Sanzu while the Haitani Brothers started filming and mocking both of you by doing suggestive poses with Mochi as the video taker.

Koko started typing on his phone...

Koko then lifted his head from his phone as his name was being called.

"Koko! smile for the camera!" Ran yelled in a whisper as he wrapped his arms around Koko's neck and took a picture, Mochi still filming using Rindou's phone.

"Are you two seriously filming right now? Takeomi, would you please help me? Y/N and Sanzu aren't fucking responding!" Takeomi could only shrug.

"I'm an old man and taking care of kids isn't really my thing" Takeomi sneered before puffing out smoke.

"You're a god damn admin in Bonten, you had sex with 3 strippers when we went out to drink and you told us to stop calling you old and now you're claiming you're an old fucking man?" Koko hissed, his eye twitching with every word.

"What can I say, People, change" Koko sighed and looked over at Kakucho who was calming down a freaked out, and disturbed Mikey, and then eyed the three idiots who were filming.

"Oh shit, I think they stopped" Rindou muttered, Koko pushed the younger Haitani away and started banging on the door.

"Are you two done fucking?!" Koko yelled through the door as he leaned in to hear what was going on, he then heard you mutter 'It's Koko'.

"No shit, It is me, Koko, and make sure to clean the table and not let me see any cum on it! Or I swear to god, I'm killing the both of you!" The other giggled as they saw Koko's slitted eyes blown wide due to anger.

"Come on, let's just go get lunch" Takeomi muttered as he burnt out his cigarette and carried Koko in a bridal style way.

"Put me down! I can carry myself!"

Taglist (OPEN): @tisiphoneee @gulfkfl

a/n: I'm lowkey shipping Takeomi in Koko in this fic.... :>

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[fic-dumpster]

Deer in headlights | Short stories: The tattoos fiasco

Bonten x Reader | 1333 words

Warnings: imma start labeling them as crack fics, grammar mistakes, Can be read as a stand-alone fic, mediocre writing<it is a warning, innuendos. Idk

With your first paycheck from working with Bonten in hand, you were buzzing with excitement. The number of digits left you dizzy at first, and you even went to Kokonoi and asked if there was a mistake. Apparently, there wasn't.

So here you are walking in the lower shopping levels of their office. For the first time ever, you had money to spare. You really didn't need anything, but there was this feeling of emancipation. You can understand some of Kokonoi’s fondness for earning your own cash.

“What to get?” You already had a lot of stuff, thanks to everyone, especially Kakucho and Takeomi. Then as you walked past a makeup shop, a black object caught your eye. “Oooh!! I’m getting that.” with quick steps, you walk in, paid, and left. Now bag in hand, you went back upstairs.

You announced that you wanted to go home and if anyone was available. You avoided saying the word taxi or walk alone; the last time you tried, they almost lost their shit, and Kokonoi went on a two-hour lecture about your safety and their peace of mind.

Thankfully, Mochi said he could drive you. He needed to run some errands, and by errands, you knew what kind. Before you could leave, Mikey held your wrist.

“Remember that we’re all going tonight.” you nodded eagerly.

“Dinner, right?” you asked, just to confirm in case... They had other plans, and you’ve forgotten about them.

“Yeah, Rindo’s turn to pick a restaurant,” added Takeomi.

“Why?” asked Ran with a teasing tone, “you wanted something else?” he curved his fingers around your waist. Squeaking a no, you walked out. “You’re cute when you shy away!” Ran’s strong voice echoed after you.

Mochi laughed beside you, “You look like a tomato,” he commented.

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Dropping you off, Mochi said he most likely won't make it for dinner, so don't include him on the table since some of his errands would take time. Then, you both said your goodbyes.

Now alone in your place, you threw your shoes at the entrance and rapidly changed to something more comfortable for the project you had in mind. Almost bouncing your way to your discarded bag, you took out your new acquisition.

You know how everyone has those moments of losing control and bad decisions, do things you might regret later. In your case, it can happen but not how anyone would expect. Yours was a lot more.... different since your definition of danger consisted in crossing the street without looking both ways.

After reading the instructions, charging the device, and preparing yourself, with a low buzzing sound coming from the black object, you began.

A few hours later, the sound of the door announced their arrival. You could hear Kokonoi nag to Sanzu about not leaving your shoes neatly in the entrance and Sanzu just laughing it off and doing the same thing as you.

“Y/N! We’re home!” shouted Kakucho.

“Welcome back! I’m in the living room!” you stood up and stretched. Sitting on the floor for so long hurt your back.

“I got food; come eat!” Rindo said as he walked with multiple takeout bags.

So you made your way to the kitchen.

“Y/N, Rindo brought soup, so I need-” Kokonoi never finished his sentence. A loud crash made everyone turn. Kokonoi had dropped one of your plates. He froze from the image in front of him. There you stood and... “What the hell did you do to yourself?!?” He was going to have a stroke.

At his scream, everyone looked your way. Their reactions differed. Takeomi choked on his smoke. Rindo, who was purring soup on a plate, got distracted by your new acquisitions that he ended up dumping half of it out of the container. Sanzu seemed to love the concept and went running towards you and began to analyze your skin. From your arms to your legs, he even crouched down to have a better look.

“Hmm,” hummed Mikey as he poked your skin. He didn't seem mad, just curious.

“Mikey, stop jabbing your fingers in her,” Kakucho tried to stop his boss, “Y/N, sweetheart. Why-” the poor man was about to cry, and you panicked. Kakucho has always been so soft to you.

“Oh! No, no! Kaku-chan! The tattoos are fake! They last a day or so.” you reassured him.

“Thank god,” breathed Ran, who had been very quiet until now.

“Y/N, those aren't tattoos,” added Takeomi from your open window.

“I know they look weird... The machine wasn't doing a very good job,” you acknowledged. And it was true; your skin had a variety of smudges from different colors.

“The decapitated hello-kitty is my favorite,” said Sanzu

Kokonoi looked in horror at the amount of ink. “The what?!”

“Like I said, it wasn't working! It only printed half of it,”

“But why?” Asked Mikey, still poking at your wannabe tattoos as Kakucho kept trying to stop his actions.

“Ohh hmm... I saw the other day,” you lowered your gaze, “Ran and Rindo’s tattoos and Uhm...” your voice slowly became quieter and quieter. “A-and I thought they looked pretty.”

At your words, Ran fastly pulled you on his lap. You tried scrambling away only to be stopped by a chest on your back.

Rindo clicked his tongue in disapproval, “And where do you think you’re going?”

“Little Lady, here, likes our Tattoos, Rindo.” even en if Ran was talking to his brother, his intense gaze never left yours. “What should we do about that?” For a moment, the three of you forgot the rest was there.

“Would you like to touch them again...” Rindo guided your trembling hands inside his brother suit. “Like yesterday? I still remember. You know? Your grip is very tight,” that declaration had a double meaning. Ran and Rindo got a whimper out of you, and that’s when the other men present had enough.

Kakucho snatched your hand from Rindo’s hold. “That’s it; the food will get cold.”

“You horn dogs, behave.” Sanzu pulled Ran’s chair. As a result, you fell backward, only for Rindo to catch you.

“Sanzu, be careful!” shouted Kokonoi

“Yeah, Sanzu. Be careful; your jealousy is showing.” Rindo retorted.

A snickering Takeomi clapped a hand on Sanzu’s back. “Let it go; Mikey looks like he’s about to throw a tantrum.” His words were like a waking up call to everyone.

On cue, Bonten’s boss muttered, “I’m hungry; hurry up.” and following his words, your stomach grumbled out loud.

Everyone sat down. Although, you could see Rindo and Sanzu kicking each other under the de table.

“I’m helping you take all that,” Kokonoi’s voice interrupted the silence.

“It’s okay; they will be gone by tomorrow,” you explained once again.

“They look like bruises. We don't like that.” finished Kokonoi. You noticed he said we... And you looked around the table. All eyes corroborated Kokonoi’s statement.

Kakucho, who sat beside you, placed his hand on your thigh in a comforting manner.

-

“This was a horrible decision,” mumbled Kokonoi as he scrubbed a beheaded hello-kitty on your right leg.

“Yeah, kinda,” you agreed as your head popped up from the bubbles in the bathtub.

“I see you both are having fun,” sarcastically commented Rindo, who appeared at the door.

“Shut up,” you and Kokonoi let out at the same time.

“I’m thinking of managing your income from now on,” Kokonoi said while adding more soap to his washcloth.

“Good idea,” snickered Rindo, “no more spending five hundred in a tattoo printer.”

“It’s your fault! For looking all... All...-” your pouting face slowly submerged in the soapy water.

“All what? Hmm?” a teasing smile formed on Rindo’s lips. Rolling his sleeves, he dipped his hand in the bathtub. “Tell me, was it my tattoo?” he reached for your waist underwater.

“Yah! Stop! Yes! Your tattoo looks hot!” You screamed from the tickling on your sides.

“Rindo!! That's enough!” Shouted an annoyed and now wet Kokonoi.

#bonten x reader #kakucho hitto #sanzu haruchiyo #akashi takeomi #ran haitani x reader #kokonoi hajime #mikey x reader #rindo haitani #rindou #kanji mochizuki #crack fic #Tokyo revengers #tokyorev #deer in headlights #omificstags #fluff #omi.dih

[fic-dumpster]

Deer in headlights | Short stories: Strange sounds

Bonten x Reader | 490 words

Warnings: crackfic, grammar mistakes, foul language, a bad joke, and my mediocre writing xD. Can be read as a stand-alone fic.

“What do you think Y/N’s doing?” Kokonoi could guess, but he didn't want to be the one to say it.

“I don’t know….” Kakucho responded. Although, he did suspect something as well.

“Takeomi, what did you tell her to do?” Asked Mikey.

“I gave her permission to use my desk, that’s all,” answered Takeomi.

“I’m tired of waiting here; let’s open the door,” Sanzu anxiously let out.

“No,” Mikey immediately shut Sanzu’s suggestion down.

“Why not?” Asked Ran.

“We have an agreement.” Kakucho reminded everyone.

“But what if she,” Rindo wiggled his eyebrows, “needs our help,”

“Then, Y/N will ask,” Kokonoi mumbled, tired of their innuendos

“No, she wouldn’t,” remarked Ran

“Why is everyone standing here?” Mochizuki was passing through when he saw everyone standing outside their usual meeting room. They all were just looking at the door. “Did you lost the key?” He asked Kakucho.

However, before anyone could respond, your voice came from behind the door once again. “Hmmm! That felt so nice!”

“Alright, that's it.” Sanzu had enough. Whoever or whatever made you moan will be getting a bullet between their eyebrows.

As Sanzu advanced and unholstered his gun, Kokonoi and Kakucho tried to stop him. Ran and Rindo, in attempts to assist Kakucho, aimed to take the gun away from Sanzu. Meanwhile, Mikey, Takeomi, and Mochizuki stepped back. Just in case.

By accident, you’ve left the door ajar. With all the revolt going outside, the door opened. Probably from everyone pushing Sanzu down. They all fell, plopping on top of each other.

“Where’s the fucking bastard!!” Exclaimed Sanzu from the floor.

“What bastard?” you questioned. Seeing Sanzu and Kokonoi under the Haitani’s and Kakucho made you giggle. “A dog pile? Are you ganging up on Sanzu?”

“Don’t try to change the subject here! We heard you- you moaned!” Sanzu pushed Rindo off. And the latter groaned at the impact.

“What? No!” Now they made you laugh, “I’m cutting paper,” you showed them the growing stack.

“That doesn't explain your literal moans, Y/N,” said Kokonoi, dusting himself off after helping Ran up.

“You don't know the joys of life.” you took a piece of paper and folded it in half, “Have you ever cut paper with only your hands, and it goes swoosh,” to demonstrate, you split the paper and a straight line cut in the middle. “Hmmm! That was gooood,”

“I’m still shooting the paper.” Sanzu nonchalantly let out

“No, you’re not,” Kakucho yanked the gun away from Sanzu.

-

“Are you ready? Go! Split!!” you ordered.

The sound of paper being ripped filled the room, and after a chorus of ‘Oohhh’ and ‘Aaahhs.’

“What did I say? It's very fulfilling, right?” You commented to the table with Bonten’s executives. “Just wait for Christmas! Wrapping paper is so much better,”

But you received no answers in return; everyone was too busy with their papers. Now you have enough paper for your college notes.

A/N: HAHSHAHAHSHAH IM SORRY I MADE A MEME Jjakzksk

#bonten x reader #sanzu haruchiyo #kakucho hitto #akashi takeomi #kokonoi hajime #rindou #ran haitani #rindo haitani x reader #sano manjiro #mikey #kanji mochizuki #crack fic #omificstags #tokyorev #deer in headlights #memes #shitpost #omi.memes #omi.dih

[fic-dumpster]

Deer in headlights | Short stories: Driving lessons

Bonten x Reader | Canon Divergent | 806 words

Warnings: foul language, always wear your seatbelts, Can be read as a stand-alone fic. Kind reminder to pls pls read my rules. No beta :P

A/N: Rearranged fic because my stubborn ass saw a wonderful post/idea/meme (here by @tsukkinivy ), and I couldn’t help myself but rewrite half of it. PLEASE SEE THE POST BEFORE/WHILE/AFTER reading :3 it sets the mood. Also, you should listen to the playlist under that post!

“Why do I have to do this?” asked Kokonoi in the back

“Because in case we crash, your insurance is bigger than ours,” retorted Ran next to him.

“Besides, it’s good for Y/N to have us here. You know, moral support and all that,” added Sanzu from the other side of Kokonoi.

“No, you all have nothing to complain about. I should be asking why my car, but do you see me complain? No, right?” Argued Rindo from the front seat.

“Could you all shut up? Stop talking as if I were to crash and kill everyone here,” you nervously tapped on the wheel. “I should have asked Mochi; you are horrible.”

You had to open your mouth. A few weeks ago, you casually said you wanted to get your driver's license. Not because you wanted a car or drive, Tokyo has terrible traffic, but as an achievement for yourself. However, Bonten executives took it a little too far. Personalized lessons, your ass.

“Okay, start the car,” Rindo told you as he signaled for the key.

“What do you mean start? Wasn't it on already? What’s all the shaking?” spoke Kokonoi

“It’s Sanzu,” replied Ran.

“Oh, sorry. I’m just excited.”

“Rindo, it's not starting.” you interrupted their conversation.

“Y/N... The shift should always be on park or neutral. Otherwise, the car won't start,” Rindo was trying his best to be a good teacher. Patience wasn't his forte. Your lips made an ‘O’ shape at this new insight.

“Oh god,” you heard Kokonoi groan.

Finally, you got the hang of it and made your way through the traffic.

“I think I’m doing good,” you comment.

A chorus of affirmations came after; you were feeling confident.

Out of nowhere, from the corner of your eye, you saw a body slide to the front. “Oh my god, Sanzu! What are you doing?!?” You tried not to look away from the road, but out of nervousness, the car began waving.

“Putting some music. What else?” The pinknette said.

Killer Queen began to sound in the car, and Kokonoi paled. That couldn't be a good sign, he thought.

Above the music, you all heard police sirens. You stilled and began to slow down.

“Y/N! What are you doing!?!” exclaimed Rindo.

“Slowing down?!? What else?!? It's the police!!”

“Exactly!” Shouted Kokonoi from the back as he pointed at every present male in there.

And then it hit you. “OH!! Ohhhhh...!” you shouldn't slow down with half a criminal organization’s executives on the car...

Since your train of thought took too long, Sanzu took matters into his own hands. Sliding to the front again, he pressed your right leg down. Thus making your foot press the gas pedal.

“Why are you not wearing a seatbelt?!?” Scared because of the speed and Sanzu could be sent flying towards the windshield. (please always wear a seatbelt, this is fiction).

“Who wears seatbelts?” Sanzu argued.

“People, Sanzu! People in cars do!” you screamed back as you tried to handle the vehicle at such velocity.

Meanwhile, Ran was just vibing in the backseat; nothing out of the ordinary, according to him. As for Kokonoi, he held Sanzu’s other half, so Bonten’s number two wouldn't fly out of the car. “Sanzu, sit the fuck down. I hate to have your flat ass on my face,” protested Kokonoi.

“Sanzu, stop pressing my leg! It hurts!” you cried at the constant pressure.

The police stopped chasing Rindo’s car after a short time, but in case you decide to change seats and let Rindo drive. Your lessons were over.

So, you all made your way back towards the Bonten offices. Ran and Rindo on the front, and you in the middle of Kokonoi and Sanzu. You didn't know if it was adrenaline or whatever Sanzu swallowed before coming, but he was still buzzing with excitement.

“I don’t want my license anymore,” you murmured in the back.

“Agree,” muttered a very annoying Kokonoi with his arms crossed.

Rindo was just tired. Why his car? Now he probably would have to get a new one so he could have clean records.

-

At Bonten’s office

“Boss...” a very scared footmen strode into Mikey’s office. “It’s the girl again in the news,”

Takeomi, Kakucho, Mochizuki, and Mikey turned their attention to him. They shouldn't be surprised at this point.

The footmen showed a picture of Rindo’s car with you in the driver's seat, next to you, Sanzu’s pink head, and then Rindo’s purple one.

“I thought they would teach Y/N how to drive, not drive away from the law.” said laughing Mochizuki.

“Wasn’t Kokonoi with them?” Inquired Takeomi.

“Supposedly, yes,” responded Kakucho

With a final intake of air, Mikey ordered Kakucho to check on them and clean their small mess. “Doe, you sure are something else.”

#bonten x reader #rindou #rindo #ran haitani #kokonoi hajime #sanzu haruchiyo #akashi takeomi #kakucho hitto #mikey #sano manjiro #tokyorev #kanji mochizuki #deer in headlights #crack fic #killer queen gave me the vibes for this #meme #omificstags #omi.dih

[nana-phobia]

A Stereotypical Love Story

Genre: Crack, Angst, Fluff, Suggestive, Slow Burn

Pairings: Rindou Haitani x FEM! Reader

TW: Reader is a Menace to society, strong language, a lot of sexual jokes, Mentions of Kisaki Tetta

A/N: THIS IS FICTIONAL! I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THE ILLEGAL ACTS IN THIS FIC. MDNI!!

Chapter 14 [Masterlist] Chapter 15 - PLAYLIST

"Can you both fucking tell me why we're here again??" Kakucho asked, Koko and Sanzu quickly looked at Kakucho with furrowed brows.

"I thought you were smart enough to figure out that was breaking in..." Sanzu commented which earned a loud slap on the back of his head by Kakucho.

"I know that dumbass, I was asking you both--why the fuck are we breaking in Y/N's house?" He asked again. Koko shrugged.

"Don't you wanna know what that bitch is up to? I don't trust her one bit, so we're sneaking in and we're gonna plant these small spy cams to see what she does daily...There's gotta be a motive for her to join bonten, I don't trust someone with the name Kisaki" Koko then showed Kakucho the small camera.

Kakucho waved his hand, indicating that he doesn't want to hold it. He could just mentally sigh as he continued to watch Koko pick locks while Sanzu is by his side, taking down notes.

Good thing I came with these two idiots...He thought to himself.

The three of them then heard a click, Koko smiled to himself as he slowly opened the door. Sanzu's eyes widened as he saw your house.

"Holy shit it's fucking spotless and I can smell strawberries!" He yelled in a whisper, Koko could only nod as he looked around.

He then saw a hand was hanging on the sides of the couch, he carefully walked closer, and as soon as he can see clearly, he stopped and stretched his neck. Koko saw your sleeping form along with three tubs of Ice cream on the table while Disney was playing on the TV.

"I'm starting to think she isn't a threat just by looking at this mess" Kakucho commented as he stared down at you.

"Don't be hasty--She could still be a threat" Koko added.

"How could she be a threat, Koko? Look at her?"

"Look at Sanzu, The man literally watches cocomelon and is the second hand in command for a huge criminal organization, and did I mention that he is also one of our brutal members??" Koko retorted, the two men then heard shuffling. They both turned their heads and saw Sanzu rummaging through the kitchen cabinets, The pinkenette then took out a box of cereal and begin to eat.

As he was chewing, he turned to look at both his subordinates who were staring at him in disbelief.

"What?" Sanzu asked the two didn't reply. Sanzu took that as a green light and began to eat more cereal.

"You said it yourself, he could be like a Sanzu which means...She never lies and she's loyal..." Kakucho continued.

Koko was about to retort when your phone suddenly started ringing, Sanzu quickly placed the cereal back to its place and bolted to where kakucho and koko were standing, and quickly pulled the two down.

You started squirming and cussing as you sat up, your hand reaching for your phone that was placed on the coffee table--with lidded eyes, you lazily pressed the green button.

"Hwello?..." You slurred, rubbing your whole face down to your neck.

"Good morning, pretty~" Hanma cooed on the other line, you slowly stood up as you greeted the man on the other side of the phone with a 'good morning'.

"Are you fully awake now?" You hummed a reply as you heard him let out a chuckle.

"Go and prepare for the meeting later with bonten" You scratched the back of your head, and quickly connected the phone to the Bluetooth as you started heading for the kitchen.

The three men behind the couch quickly crawled to the other side of the sofa, preventing themselves from being seen by you.

"I'm too lazy to go to the meeting..." You whined.

"You need to go, Princess. You waited for 12 years for this and this is your chance to finally reunite with Rindou" Koko's eyes widened, he slowly peeked from the sofa and saw how you were smiling to yourself with a tint of blush on your cheeks.

"Okay fine, I'll go! but you need to come with me, Hanma!" Sanzu quickly pulled Koko down and looked at him with his mouth wide open.

"Hanma?!" He yelled in a whisper, Kakucho quickly glared at the two.

"It will be harder for them to trust you if they find out we're working together" Hanma continued, you hummed a reply.

"True but it will be harder if they found out later on that you were my business partner and besides! Mikey already knows about you! I doubt the others would lay a hand on us without Mikey's orders" You added, you heard Hanma hummed.

You patiently waited for his answer as you sipped your tea. Sipping your tea, you looked straight at the TV and saw familiar reflections on it, you looked towards the sofa and saw a familiar tint of pink hair peeking out.

"Fine, I'll come with you..." Hanma answered.

"Great! I'll call back when you can come to pick me up already" Before Hanma could even reply, you quickly disconnected the call.

With tippy toes, you walked over to the sofa and peeked. You smirked.

"How are we gonna get out when she's awake?..." Kakucho hissed.

"More importantly she is working with Hanma, I should've expected that since she's a Kisaki"

"I told you she isn't like that..." Kakucho retorted.

"How about let's just bonk Y/N and then--" Sanzu was quickly cut in mid of his sentence when the three of them heard a sipping sound, The three looked up and saw you looking down at them.

"Or! you boys could just ask politely if you can leave and say sorry on why you're in my house?" You suggested, Kakucho was the first one to stand up and bow.

"I'm so sorry Y/N!" He yelled, the three stared at Kakucho in shock. You giggled.

"Don't worry about it, Kaku! It was entertaining watching you three squirm from the TV" You added with a smile. Kakucho quickly pulled the three by their collar and dragged them out.

Koko started to scream and complain while Sanzu just waved at you like a child saying goodbye to their friend, you giggled and waved back.

After they were gone, you quickly headed to your bathroom and started to do your morning routine for the meeting later on in the afternoon.

"Shu, You're literally called the god of death...stop trembling..." You called out as the two of you entered the elevator, Hanma looked down at you and saw how you were adjusting your mask--reaching his hand, he helped you as he let out a deep breath.

"Maybe the fact that if I make a wrong move, we could die..." He commented, you just laughed and patted his shoulder.

"Dude! We WON'T die!" You laughed.

The elevators slowly opened and the two of you walked out with raised heads.

Hanma felt the room's atmosphere and it was heavy, he could feel everyone's gaze towards him but he diceded to focus on Mikey and you.

"Let's start the meeting?" You asked with a cheerful tone, Everyone looked at each other before nodding.

The spotlight was yours and you were willing to outshine all of this men in the room.

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#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #rindou haitani #rindou x reader #anime #anime x reader #bonten rindou #bonten x reader #mikey #sanzu #kakucho #koko #takeomi #mochizuki #ran #slowburn

[nana-phobia]

A Stereotypical Love Story

Genre: Crack, Angst, Fluff, Suggestive, Slow Burn

Pairings: Rindou Haitani x FEM! Reader

TW: Reader is a Menace to society, strong language, a lot of sexual jokes, Mentions of Kisaki Tetta

A/N: THIS IS FICTIONAL! I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THE ILLEGAL ACTS IN THIS FIC. MDNI!!

Chapter 17 [Masterlist] Chapter 18 - PLAYLIST

Licking his popsicle stick he turned to look at Kakucho who was standing beside him as the scarred man looked at the pictures you gave them earlier.

"I can't fucking believe she got that in less than a month..." Sanzu spoke as he continued to lick his red popsicle, Kakucho turned to look at him and nodded.

"These pictures are clear as well and the note she gave to Mikey earlier has full written details on them...from the day Gi-Hyun left up till now..." Kakucho added Sanzu was about to reply when his ringtone suddenly blasted.

Handing Kakucho his popsicle, he took out his phone as the man beside him scrunched his nose.

"Hello~" The pinkenette cooed.

"Sanzu..." It was Rindou, Sanzu turned to look down the balcony as he stared at the busy streets of Tokyo with the phone in his ear.

"Yow, Rinrin! Need somethin?" He asked, Rindou loudly sighed.

"Remember when you and Takeomi did the mission back in July 2012? The one where we had Koko get you fake police badges and a warrant? Can you help me get one?" Rindou asked, Sanzu removed the phone and quickly put in the phone speaker so Kakucho could hear what was happening.

"Why would you need police badges and a warrant?" The pinkenette asked, Kakucho quickly threw the popsicle away and walked towards Sanzu with raised brows who just looked back at him and shrugged.

"I need Kakucho to help get some medical files...I went to the hospital but they won't let me have them...I really need them so please help me" He begged, Sanzu puckered his lips as he raised both his brows as he whistled.

"Woah~ You begged, sure but you at least need to tell Kakucho what you're up to or he'll cuss at you right now" Sanzu added before handing Kakucho the phone.

"Kakucho was with you??" Rindou asked.

"Yes, and you're on speaker...What's going on? Why do you need a warrant and a badge?"

"I just told you Sanzu I need to get some medical files..."

"I know, You and your brother aren't the types to think rationally when doing missions"

"It's not a mission...I'm doing it on my own accord so just please help me. You just need to get a file with the name of Akira Suzumiya" Rindou added, Kakucho heard a soft thump on the other end of the line and a shaky breath along with sobs.

"Okay...but it will take a week for Sanzu to get them, you will have to wait..." Kakucho replied.

"I don't care just do it...I really need those files..." Rindou added before cutting the call, Kakucho handed Sanzu his phone back as he massaged the bridge of his nose.

"What happened?" Sanzu asked.

"He was silently sobbing in the other end of the call" Kakucho replied, Sanzu furrowed his brows.

"He was crying? Who the hell is this Akira anyway?..." Sanzu asked himself before walking away and leaving a confused Kakucho as he stared down then decided to follow Sanzu.

A week has passed. Sanzu and Kakucho sat in the front seats while Koko and Rindou sat at the back.

"Here is the badge and the warrant" Koko spoke as he handed them to Kakucho to which he happily accepted. Rindou can't help but continuously tap his fingers on his lap as he stared outside the window.

"Let me repeat the mission again...You want me to go there and ask for a medical file with the name Akira Suzumiya and if they ask why I will say that she is a suspect for multiple murders and show the nurse the warrant?" Kakucho briefly explained the mission, Rindou looked at the rearview mirror and nodded.

Taking a deep breath, Kakucho swiftly wore his gloves and relaxed his face before leaving the other three inside the car.

As they wait, Seconds started to feel like minutes and minutes started to feel like hours. Rindou's leg can't help but bounce up and down due to anxiety, Koko pulled away from his phone and patted Rindou's lap.

"Dude, stop...you're shaking the whole car..." He spoke but Rindou just kept looking outside as he waited for Kakucho to come out, His legs started to bounce up and down again.

Koko looked at Sanzu through the rearview mirror with raised brows but was quickly shrugged off by the pinkenette. Silence filled the car and it was suffocating.

"C-Can you guys open the windows?..." Rindou started, Sanzu happily obliged as he opened Rindou's side of the car. Taking a deep breath, the purple-haired male relaxed a bit as he got a touch of the air that blew his way.

"Kakucho's out" Koko stated as he stared past Rindou, he quickly turned to look and saw Kakucho walking over to them.

Opening the car door, he swiftly went inside as Sanzu closed the window again.

"Did you get it?!" Rindou yelled impatiently, Kakucho took a file out of his coat and handed it to Rindou. Before he could even react it was quickly snatched from his hands, Rindou sat there looking thoroughly at the file as the three looked at him in curiosity.

Rindou's eyes blew wide open as he began to tap Sanzu's headrest.

"Drive back to HQ, NOW!!" He yelled.

"Sheesh...No need to yell at me..." Sanzu complained before hitting the breaks.

Rindou's mind went blank during the entire ride back to HQ, He was given hope once more...

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[nana-phobia]

A Stereotypical Love Story

Genre: Crack, Angst, Fluff, Suggestive, Slow Burn

Pairings: Rindou Haitani x FEM! Reader

TW: Reader is a Menace to society, strong language, a lot of sexual jokes, Mentions of Kisaki Tetta

A/N: THIS IS FICTIONAL! I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THE ILLEGAL ACTS IN THIS FIC. MDNI!!

Chapter 10 [Masterlist] Chapter 11 - PLAYLIST

"At this point, I don't know what Mikey is thinking..." Koko complained as he rolled his eyes, Rindou just stared at all of them as he frequently looked over his watch. 7:50 PM...

"Calm down Koko, The Boss probably has something important to talk about. He's childish but he isn't stupid" Ran spoke, Koko just let out a long deep sigh as he proceeded to tap his fingers against the table. Rindou was about to speak when the door suddenly opened with Mikey facing all of them, Kakucho and Sanzu were behind him with a serious look.

All of them rose from their seats and bowed, as soon as Mikey finally sat from his chair--they all sat back down again as they waited for their boss to speak up.

"I'm sorry for calling all of you this late, Someone will be joining us in a few minutes..." Mikey started, Takeomi raised a brow.

"Joining? who? I didn't hear anything about a meeting with another gang?" He asked, Kakucho looked at Mikey. Mikey nodded and Kakucho turned to look at Takeomi.

"Mikey arranged a meeting with Code 0..." He replied, the room fell silent as they all looked at each other.

"Code 0?? Do you mean the Hacker? Why?? I thought they will be a one-time thing?" Ran asked. Kakucho was about to reply again when a knock echoed throughout the room, They all fell silent as they looked over at Mikey.

"Come in!" He softly yelled, The door slowly opened and revealed a girl wearing a Red dress, A black faux fur coat, and black stilettos. She was also wearing a plain white mask, only her eyes were visible for them to see.

"Hi there~" She flirted, Rindou squinted his eyes and stared at her from head to toe.

"Who the hell are you??" Mochi yelled, demanding for the mysterious woman to speak. Mikey shot everyone an icy glare as he pointed for her to sit across from him, everyone was quiet but both Rindou and his brother were staring at her with judging eyes.

"I'm not actually surprised that you are the only gentleman in this group, Manjiro~" She cooed, Koko slammed the desk and glared at her.

"How dare you call him by his name?!" He yelled, Rindou looked at the silver-haired man and mouthed him to sit down to which Koko instantly followed.

"Oh, Mikey~ You haven't told them about me? I'm hurt!" Mikey softly smiled.

"I'm sorry about that, Princess..." Everyone turned to look at their boss as Mikey called her an endearment.

"What the fuck is going on?" Rindou finally spoke, she let out a giggle before she reached for her masked and slowly removed it.

As she fully removed the mask it showed a beautiful face that was looking at them with a teasing smirk, Mikey could only nod his head as everyone stared at each other with question marks on top of their head.

You stood up from your seat and bowed.

"The name is Kisaki Y/N but people often call me...Code 0" You introduced, the room was so quiet that you thought you can hear everyone's beating heart.

"No fucking way??? Code 0 is a girl?!" Mochi yelled, you let out a loud laugh before sitting back down to your seat and crossing your legs.

"What? You thought Code 0 was a man? Don't be sexist, now~" You softly spoke, your eyes scanning everyone in the room. Each and everyone sat there frozen.

"So what the boss said was actually true..." Sanzu spoke, you looked over at him and scanned him up and down.

"And my data about you is right...You look sexy~" You flirted and gave him a wink, The pink-haired man could only chuckle as he leaned back on his seat.

"Wait..." Ran called out, Everyone turned to look at him with raised brows but Ran just stared at you. You felt yourself tremble a little...

'Did he recognize me????' You asked yourself.

"You said...you're Kisaki Y/N, Do you know someone with a name of Te---"

"Yeah I know him, he's actually my little brother" You quickly replied, not even letting Ran finish. Kakucho quickly stood from his seat and pointed his gun at you, you just stared at him with a softened gaze but your lips were painted in a smirk.

"Get the fuck out..." He hissed, Mikey called for Kakucho's name but it wasn't working as he was near to pulling the trigger. You yawned and stood up from your seat.

Your hips swayed left and right as you walked over to Kakucho with confidence.

"I know about what happened to Izana but I can tell you...Am not like my brother, In fact...I was his victim" You spoke, you saw him slowly soften his gaze at you. Before he could even react, you quickly grabbed his hand that was holding the gun and pointed it upwards; The gun fell out of his hands, you quickly moved and twisted him, his hand was now placed on his back as you pushed him to lean down the table.

"Mikey, I didn't accept to be Bonten's personal Intel Gatherer to be threatened by one of my co-workers" You spoke with gritted teeth as you smushed Kakucho's face harder onto the wooden table. Everyone stared at you in shock but Mikey only stared at you with a straight face while Sanzu looked at you with an impressed look.

"I'm sorry about that Y/N...As you know, I asked everyone to come for a meeting on the same day you accepted the offer. I didn't really have enough time to explain" He replied, you raised a brow and squinted your eyes. As soon as you were finally convinced, you let go of Kakucho. Bending down, you removed the bullets of the gun and threw the gun back at Kakucho who easily caught it.

"Personal Intel Gatherer?" Rindou asked as he stared at you, you stared at him with wide eyes and a soft smile. Rindou's lips quickly formed into a thin line and his eyes squinted, Your smile reminded him of someone...someone who he lost...someone that made his heart skip a beat...

"Long story short, Your boss begged me to work for you since he thought I was of good use since the Shibuya Dealing that was given to Sanzu was a success--with my help, of course." You explained.

"I asked...I didn't beg..." Mikey corrected. You playfully rolled your eyes.

"The flowers and wine say otherwise, Manjiro~" Mikey chuckled, Everyone, let out a loud dramatic gasp.

"The boss just laughed..." Mochi started, Ran nodded.

"No shit, Sherlock..." Ran added, Koko started to do the sign of the cross as Takeomi took out a rosary.

"The fuck you have a rosary for? I thought you were atheist??" Sanzu questioned, Takeomi just shut him a glare.

You looked at Mikey with a deadpan expression, He just nodded.

"I can't believe, I'll be working with idiots..." You whispered to yourself before slouching on your chair and watching the scene before you unfold.

It was gonna be a long night...

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