☰ — synopsis : you finally called ran back after a disagreement with your boyfriend.
☰ — pairing : haitani ran x fem!reader ☰ — length : 5.8k words ☰ — contents : nsfw and 18+ contents, mentions of violence, protected sex, protective ran ☰ — notes : this has been in the drafts for WEEEKS but i had to post for my mans birthday, couldn't miss it
☰ — synopsis : you come back home after a night out and see you accidentally posted your private stories public, and received a drunk lengthy voicemail from your ex, ran.
☰ — pairing : haitani ran x fem!reader ☰ — length : 2.4k words ☰ — contents : nsfw and 18+ contents, mentions of violence (sanzu being sanzu), slight phone sex; they don't directly communicate, ran being mildly toxic and messing with your emotions, teeny itsy bitsy drops of gaslighting ☰ — notes : i literally suck at writing toxic characters so im SORRY if this is literal ass, (im trying my hardestttt) i just had a dream about this and had to execute it as best as i could lol
In which ran is being gentle with children or something along those lines and reader in that moment is like get me pregnant now then smut 🫡
knocked up | ran haitani
content. breeding kink, creampie, unprotected sex, established relationship, daddy kink, shower sex
You never were much of a kids person. If someone asked you how many kids you wanted, your answer was already none really.
Kids were fine, you didn’t hate them, you just didn’t care about them enough to ruin your body for nine months and push one out.
But right now, looking at the sight of your boyfriend Ran Haitani playing with your little niece had you reconsidering your choice. You’d never seen your niece happier and though you should be fuming with jealousy right now that she prefers your boyfriend—who she’s only known for a day—over you, you can’t help but admire Ran making her laugh, lifting her in the air until she’s dying with laughter and begging to be put down, the sight of him baby talking her, carrying her—
It’s making you look at Ran in a different light. Men that know how to handle kids are so…hot.
That’s why you can barely contain yourself when your sister comes over to collect her daughter; your adorable niece merely waving goodbye at you and instead runs over at full speed with those tiny legs of hers over towards Ran and hugs his leg tight before being escorted out of the house by her mother.
“I’m gonna go shower baby.” Ran loops a hand around your waist and pulls you in, pressing his lips to the side of your head. “I’ll meet you upstairs.”
“Okay,” you murmur, relishing his warmth beside you before its ripped away as he heads upstairs. You can hear the shower turn on minutes later and shift until you’re leaning against the wall, contemplating something.
Your pussy throbs, your hormones working overtime as you can only think about his cock filling and stuffing you to the brim, his cum slowly leaking out of your folds and soaking the sheets. Or maybe you want his cock to stay plugged inside your pussy, making sure not even a drop escapes and ensuring your chances of success.
With that, you’re heading up the stairs, into your shared bedroom and begin to strip, leaving a trail of clothes in your wake as you enter the bathroom. Your presence is silent, almost non existent as you slip into the shower behind Ran and loop your arms around his midsection.
He gets startled at first but overcomes it easily, turning to look down at your head digging into the firm muscle of his back. Slowly, you kissed down the slope of his back before moving back up his spine.
“I want you s’bad Ran,” you whisper.
“Yeah? Show me.” He turns around to face you before you’re pouncing on him, sucking his lips in a desperate attempt of a kiss.
He groans into your mouth, gripping onto your wet, slippery skin and presses you against the wall. He doesn’t tease, sliding his hands up and down your sides as his tongue licks into your mouth before cupping your breasts. Ran licks your bottom lip, circling his tongue over it and stroking at your tits, making your nipples pebble beneath his thumbs.
Your fingers clutch at the wet tiles as Ran flicks your nipples with his fingertips.
“I’m—” you start, “I want you so bad Ran.” Your hands loop around his neck as you stand on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “Want you to breed me so badly Ran please . I need it s’badly.”
As if your words weren’t holding enough desire to slowly drive him to madness, you had to add the cherry on top, lowering your voice impossibly quieter as you practically breathe out, “Please daddy,” in his ear.
Then, suddenly, you’re being spinned around, Ran’s hips pressing into you, trapping you against the wall with a deep groan that has your stomach fluttering. You inch your head backwards to glance his way but he’s not looking at you.
His brows are drawn in concentration as he nudges your legs apart with his knee, those big hands of his spreading your cheeks apart. The water dripping from the shower head makes its way to between your legs, giving him the leverage he needs to slip his finger inside you.
One finger turns to two and he’s slowly scissoring you open, relishing in the feeling of your walls clinging and squeezing the length of his fingers.
With his spare hand, he pulls your head back by your hair, until your back is arched painfully, until his lips are right beside your ear. “Call me daddy again baby. Wanna hear it.”
“Daddy please, fuck me.”
“Yeah?” The squelching sounds coming from your pussy every time his fingers thrusted in and out were so obscene , blood filling your ears as you pushed your hips back to feel him deeper.
“Yeah, fuck a baby into me, please—”
You felt empty when he pulled his fingers out so abruptly but you were quickly filled to the brim with his cock seconds later, thrusting shallowly into you. He does it twice, heavy grunts spilling out from between his lips as he continues fucking into your tight, wet cunt.
He pulls on your hair, tugging you back further and moans your name by your ear, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he fucks into you once, twice, the third thrust pressing you further into the wall. An inferno rose inside you as his cock slides thick and heavy between your legs.
“Ah! Ran!” you shout, scrabbling uselessly against the tiles to brace yourself against the force of his thrusts.
“Good girl. Taking me so well, fuck,” Ran slaps your ass hard enough to sting. His hands creep up the sides of your body to cup your boobs, kneading them roughly, pinching your nipples painfully. They come alive beneath his touch, cradled in his strong hands.
It’s driving you crazy, the way Ran runs his tongue along the length of your jaw, sucking at your neck, biting your shoulder all the while piercing the deepest parts of you with his cock.
You feel the heat between your legs again, your orgasm searing its way up to your core. You whine as Ran starts fucking into you faster, his head thrown back in ecstasy. He slams into you without remorse, rolling his hips with abandon, grinding himself into your quivering flesh.
“So good—ah fuck—don’t stop Ran please !” you scream.
“My god, woman,” Ran pants as you clench around him, slamming your body against his. His hands join yours against the wall, cradling them in his big grip before moving them to lock around your neck. “Screaming my name like a whore ,” he whispers in your ear, tilting your head back till you’re looking at him. “Want my cum deep inside you don’t you baby?”
“Mhm-mhm—”
He slowly buries his tongue in your throat, sucking deeply in your mouth, sending a bolt of heat through your system.
His whole body goes rigid, squeezing your throat tight enough that you feel your airways restrict. Spasms go through your abdomen as Ran grips you tighter and starts thrusting wildly. No matter how hard he bucks into you, he seems unable to penetrate deeper than he already has. Your limbs shake as your nerves fire off all over the place. Your knees give out under you as Ran pumps into you with so much force that it almost hurts to breathe, small whimpers escaping your throat.
The sensation becomes too intense, a deep burn in your groin that only grows hotter and hotter as your body gives in to its climax.
He slams into you a final time before releasing you with a satisfied sigh, pressing his forehead against your temple as he gently kisses the side of your face. You can feel his cum pulsating within you, a hot flush spreading through your body as he breathes heavily behind you.
He's about to pull out before you stop him. "Wait," you say, catching hold of him and pulling him closer. "Keep going."
"What?"
"...I wanna get pregnant. I wanna have your babies," you whisper huskily into his ear, your arms tightening around him.
Ran freezes, holding you close to him as he comes back down to earth. It takes a few moments for his mind to catch up with what just happened. "You were serious about that baby? I thought that was all talk."
"No. I want it," you admit. "I changed my mind."
"You changed your mind...?" He sounds dazed and looks down at you to see nothing but pure seriousness on your face.
You nod. "Yeah."
"Well... okay," he says after a moment, kissing you once more before removing himself from you. As he moves away from you, his eyes meet yours, drinking in every little detail. "Gonna fuck you as many times as we need until you're knocked up."
pairing. ex!ran x fem!reader
word count. 9.6k
series synopsis. bonten is forming and in the midst of it all, you find yourself caught in the sticky webs of your ex boyfriend and current bonten executive, haitani ran.
content. buckle up guys, there's a LOT. detailed drug descriptions gun play; shion puts a gun to rans head, TW FOR DRUGS!!!! reader does drugs, sanzu injects drugs like a lunatic, mentioned whorehouse, gambling, sanzu and mochi talk badly about women so tw objectification.
a/n: really decided to amp up the plot in this hope you guys enjoy forreal. some shion backstory + dona too and at the end there's a special cameo at the end HEHEHEHEHEE. oh and please pls pls read the content warning above before reading, ik some ppl arent comfortable with drug mentions or guns in stories so i dont want to make anyone uncomforable ://
pairing. ex!ran x fem!reader
word count. 7k
series synopsis. bonten is forming and in the midst of it all, you find yourself caught in the sticky webs of your ex boyfriend and current bonten executive, haitani ran.
content. smoking, mild drug use, SMUT, mentions of past alcohol addiction, murder/implied death threats
a/n: i am so SORRRY you all had to wait like two fucking months for the next chapter. I came back from my summer vacation and had my birthday recently so i was inactive sorry sososrryryryryr 😔😔 hope you enjoyed this chapter ily all
pairing. ex!ran x fem!reader
word count. 5.5k
series synopsis. bonten is forming and in the midst of it all, you find yourself caught in the sticky webs of your ex boyfriend and current bonten executive, haitani ran.
a/n: getting into the real real shit now heh
chapter warnings: smut (again #noshameatall), mentions of violence; bruised eye, busted lip and concussion, more smut...but less detailed near the end, mentions of gangs
pairing. ex!ran x fem!reader
word count. 5.2k
series synopsis. bonten is forming and in the midst of it all, you find yourself caught in the sticky webs of your ex boyfriend and current bonten executive, haitani ran.
a/n: a lil flashback in this chapter, not too much going on..yet
Sexual themes
|you and ran catch up a little in more ways than one.
pairing. ex!ran x fem!reader
series synopsis. bonten is forming and in the midst of it all, you find yourself caught in the sticky webs of your ex boyfriend and current bonten executive, haitani ran.
length. 7.2k words
A/N: thanks for all the sweet comments you all left me under ch1. they were so positive i love u all :(((( made my whole week
Sexual themes
⋆♱✮♱⋆ SERIES MASTERLIST.
♱ SECTION ONE
♱ SECTION TWO
SYNOPSIS. Bonten is forming and in the midst of it, you find yourself caught in the sticky webs of your ex-boyfriend and current Bonten executive, Haitani Ran.
GENRE. exes to lovers, crime, love triangle, porn with plot, unhealthy relationships, post-breakup, flashbacks to past relationship, bonten timeline
WARNINGS. please proceed with caution: heavy adult content, violence, drug use, criminal activity: gambling, prostitution mentions, etc.
♱ SECTION THREE
CHAPTER LIST
Chapter One 7.9k words
content. angst, first meetings, mentions of alcoholic mother in rehab, drinking mentions, bonten timeline, smoking mentions from Ran in flashback
Chapter Two 7.2k words
content. smut, smoking, fluff
Chapter Three 5.2k words
content. pretty mild chapter, not many warnings
Chapter Four - 5.5k words
content. smut (again #noshameatall), mentions of violence; bruised eye, busted lip and concussion, more smut...but less detailed near the end, mentions of gangs
Chapter Five - 5.4k words
content. NSFW!!! prositution work, reader has a gun put to her head, minor violence
Chapter Six - 7k words
content. smoking, mild drug use, SMUT, mentions of past alcohol addiction, murder/implied death threats
Chapter Seven - 9.6k words
content. buckle up guys, there's a LOT. detailed drug descriptions gun play; shion puts a gun to rans head, TW FOR DRUGS!!!! reader does drugs, sanzu injects drugs like a lunatic, mentioned whorehouse, gambling, sanzu and mochi talk badly about women so tw objectification.
08. -> to be posted
09. -> to be posted
more chapters tba
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Ran Haitani seems to have some sort of fixation with you so suddenly, and though you despise him, you don't miss the way your strict father hates his guts, so you ultimately use him to get back at your father.
ran haitani x fem!reader
tags: (5.8k words) one-sided enemies to lovers, college student!reader, implied bet on reader, toxic relationship with reader's father, tenjiku ran haitani, i tried to make ran irritating as possible, but i love him too much, lolz, explicit sexual content: kissing, oral (f), implied blowjobs, fingering, exhibitionism; ran fucks you in a car park, alcohol usage, you work at a bar
author's note: this was based off a request from 🍉 anon (ps i love u so much. i had so much fun writing this). and as majority of my fics are, it's too long to fit into one part so i'm splitting it up....lmao
You know Haitani Ran from the way he walks into class late, unbothered, with a prep in his step, hands shoved into the depths of his pockets, taking his sweet time to walk all the way up the lecture stairs to his seat at the back right of the top row. The entire class sits still, women admiring him with flushed faces, whispering to their friends next to them about him, the boys spiteful, bitter at the reactions of the girls to his mere presence. Ran’s infamous, “Sorry, sorry for being late,” line is one the lecturer is prepared to hear every Wednesday. He slots himself down in his spot, which happens to be next to you.
As someone who takes their education very seriously; it’s unfortunate to be stuck with such an idiot as a seatmate, always looking over at your paper to copy your answers, and if he’s not copying, he’s on his phone, playing an obnoxious game that’s quiet enough for everybody else not to hear, except you since you’re seated so close.
“Did everybody submit the assignments?” The lecturer asks, disappointed in the way half the class sweat in panic, the other half nodding, a monotone yes , sir filling the air.
Being part of half of the class that bothered to do the work, you don’t panic, rather feel confident in your abilities, leaning back in your chair as you can spend the next few weeks relaxing for the final exams.
It’s amusing seeing Ran’s eyes go wide, from the corner of your eye, at the mention of an assignment, his delusions so high that he’s reaching inside his bag for work he didn’t even know existed.
You can’t help but scoff.
That catches his attention, and you stiffen up when you feel him look at you.
“Somethin’ funny?”
“Yeah,” you challenge, turning to face him, meeting him eye to eye. “You.”
He does an excellent job at hiding his surprise, but you’re good at reading people, picking up on the way his head jerks back a little at your response. He chuckles, short and sweet, resting an elbow on the table, leaning his face on his palm and stares down at you.
“Yeah? What about me?”
It’s probably the first conversation you’ve had with him since you started studying here. He’s popular, not just in school, but outside. Infamous for…loads of things. Just know he’s not a good person, the police know that, the civilians know that, the school knows that; yet they turn a blind eye to his antics. Is it his charisma? Does he pay them off? You feel like you’re the only one with common sense in the entire city, because you have a valid reason to hate a delinquent like him.
You don’t bother to dignify him with a response, rolling your eyes and turning back to your laptop.
Heeey niya how are you
You said you take requests so I had one but if you’re not comfortable with writing it it’s completely fine
Can you write about y/n and ran getting into a very bad argument and when ran moves a little y/n kinda flinches because her ex used to hit her and she thought ran was gonna do it as well and then ran feels very guilty and starts comforting her?
The front door slams open when you storm inside, the front door hitting the wall, throwing your bag onto the couch as you flop onto it, digging an agitated hand through your hair. “ Why are you so insufferable ?”
The sound of Ran’s chuckle does nothing but grind your gears, your jaw clenching tight when he closes the door behind him, walking towards you with his hands tucked patiently into his pocket. “You still won’t tell me what I did wrong...?”
“I didn’t think I had to. Or what, did your ‘flirty’ persona take over again?”
He chuckles again, and you shift away from him, brows furrowed, shoulders tensing, when he moves to sit next to you on the couch.
Ran sighs, thoroughly gutted, stretching an arm out over the back of the couch to accommodate you, get you to calm down a little but you push him away. “You’re still mad at me?”
“Yes!” You flap your arms in the air. “I’m still fucking mad at you! I’m tired of you walking away with no accountability!” For the first time tonight, you turn to face him, turn to acknowledge his presence, and dig your finger into his chest, watching his eyes drop down to your finger trying to shovel your way into his heart. “I’m sick of you getting away with everything.”
“When are we gonna discuss your jealousy issues?”
Your hand stops its digging, mouth falling open, blinking rapidly trying to process what you’ve just heard.
“ My ?” You choke out the audacity, moving your hand from his chest. “I’m sorry— jealous ?”
“Yeah. Jealous.”
You’re unsure what’s worse right now; his constant deflecting the issue at hand, or how nonchalant he is about the issue, spouting pure bullshit from his lips instead of owning up to his accountability.
“I get in your last relationship, your boyfriend cheated on you. I get it; and that must be hard to work through.” Ran reaches out for your hand, and you’re in too much shock to push him off. “But projecting your insecurity, fear, and anger onto me? I don’t sleep with every girl I lay my eyes on.”
When you stand up from the couch, irritated, he follows you, tugging uselessly at your arm to get you to face him. “You got anything else to accuse me of?”
“No.”
“You sure?”
He takes another step forward and spins you around quickly, breath catching in your throat when you take in the strong, ambrosial scent of his clothes, broad shoulders caging you in. Ran reaches out to cup your cheek and you push him away too quickly, like an instinct, an chasing impulse to swat his hand before he could make contact.
It was too fast to be driven out of irritation, the stuttering pattern in your breathing confirms his suspicions that it was a reflex. “What the fuck?”
“Just—” Your voice is shaky, fragile and unsteady, shifting away from him to create as much distance between you both as possible. “Just gimme a second.”
The walk over to the couch is silent, and he watches you with a furrowed brow, a hollow feeling in his chest when you sit on the couch, knees raised up to your chest, huddled, tracing the pattern of the rug with your eyes.
“You’re gonna tell me what that was just now?”
You shake your head quickly, sighing all the same. “It was nothing. Just go to bed.”
He ignores your waving gesture to the direction of your shared bedroom, shifting to sit next to you, taking your limp form and pushing you down onto his lap. At first, you try to fight it, not wanting the comfort, the attention, the talk. But the tears were falling before you had the chance to control them, sliding down the couch to rest the side of your face on his lap. The ragged fabric of his jeans rub against your cheek, hiccuping your silent cries out as he’s running a delicate hand down the length of your body; a non sexual touch, but a light, soothing touch that tranquilizes your thoughts.
“I’m not gonna ask why you just flinched when I tried to touch you. But I have a feelin’ it has somethin’ to do with him.”
It goes unsaid by you both who him is, and you curl into yourself at the mention of your ex.
“You know I’ll never do anything to you, right?” He jostles his thigh to grab your attention. “ Ever . I’ll never cheat on you, never hurt you, physically or mentally.”
You murmur, “I know.”
“Look at me.”
You decline the offer, wiping the tears with your wrist. “I look ugly right now.”
“When don’t you, babe.”
“Shut up.” You hit him playfully, gasping when he flips you over easily, so you’re facing towards him. He grabs at your hands before you could cover your face.
“Lemme see your face.”
“No.”
“Stop fightin’ it. C’mon.” The sounds of your playful laughter is music to his ears, a deep belly laugh coming straight from the heart as you struggle to hold his hands off. You’ve stopped crying, and he continues distracting you with the action, tickling you till you can’t take it anymore, flipping the switch and pinning him down to the couch. “I guess that means you forgive me?”
You bite at your lip, smiling around it. Punching playfully at his stomach, before smoothening out the wrinkles on his shirt with your palm. “Yes, idiot. I forgive you.”
Ran’s hand slides down to the back of your head, bringing you down for a kiss; a passionate, delicate slide of your lips together. Your cheeks burn hot when he shifts upwards, sliding down on his lap, legs wrapping around his waist.
You pull away, pausing when your lips are just barely touching, breathing in each other’s air. “I love you, Ran.”
There’s something about the way he’s looking up at you, the steady eye contact you struggle to keep yourself together, the soft, proud expression in his eyes as dart all over your face, soaking in the sight of vulnerable you, his heart strings tugging at the realisation of you allowing him to see you like this.
“I love you too.”
/ɪn tʃɑːdʒ/ based off this request love you anon <3 mwahhhh
summary. i honestly dont even know how to summarise this; so it's just you and ran = talking, but he denies it. you get sad, he gets common sense knocked into him, you fuck. the end.
pairing. ran haitani x fem!reader
featuring. kokonoi hajime, manjiro sano, mentions of Kisaki's eyebrows lol, hanma shuji, rindou haitani, haruchiyo sanzu, kakuchou
word count. 8.8k (long again, sorry not really)
content. fluff, slight angst (i suck at angst), getting together, sort of one-sided pining (ran doesn't know he likes you so it's sort of one sided),. nsfw content. alcohol/drinking consumption, oral sex (m receiving), mentions of smoking/weed, unprotected sex, slight exhibitionism at the end
“Is there a reason you’re literally showering yourself in perfume?”
Your friend Maki, wiggles her eyebrows from atop your bathroom counter, kicking her legs playfully, a wide grin displayed on her pretty face watching you forage through your perfume collection. You’ve been frantically observing one bottle, pushing it to the side, agitated and annoyed when it wasn’t the right one.
So far, you’ve dosed your neck with the third, maybe fourth fragrance —she’s lost count at this point.
Your other friend, Kyo snorts with laughter watching you. “I hope you know lavender doesn’t smell good with vanilla, peach and—” He picks up the perfume bottle you recently just sprayed and turns it around to find the label, “—Berry Mellow Blue? The fuck is this?”
“Lemme see.” He hands Maki the perfume bottle and she sprays it on her inner wrist, bringing it up to her nose. “ Oooh, this smells good. Can I use it?”
You don’t respond, mind preoccupied, too busy trying to file through the memories trying to figure out which perfume combination you had sprayed just a couple weeks prior, the one Ran complimented you on.
It shouldn’t be that hard to find, after all you had a dedicated spot inside your brain just reserved for him. Unintentionally of course, he just happens to take up most of your thinking time with his mere existence.
Inside that special V.I.P spot, it’s filled with all the outfits you’ve worn that he liked, the outfits he’s worn that you liked, the sound of his morning voice when you call him to get up because he’s overslept and missed third period.
Sexual themes
length. 5.9k words
synopsis. final part - you finally lose your V to ran hehe
authors note: so i finally got over my nervousness and wrote the fluffiest smuttiest shit i ever oh my god my fingers just dont stop typing when it comes to this man ANYWAY ENJOYYYYYYYYY @sleeplessreader @nimbixan @christmassugarcookies @ransbaby@scarletbedlam @ranhaitaninumberonefans @wenumsmol @jordanisgae
Ran sets his controller down on his lap when you text him; not even wasting a second before unlocking his phone, lightspeed. Rindou rolls his eyes so far into the back of his head they almost get stuck, clearly agigated when Ran just tosses out his attention span the second he gets a text from you.
‘ Whipped ’ is what Rindou likes calling it, noticing how his brother would rather drop everything he’s doing, even going as far to cancel all his plans if the opportunity arises to talk to you.
“So you’re really just going to leave me to fight a 2v1 by myself?” Rindou’s question goes unanswered and he groans watching his character’s health bar deplete by the second. “Dude?!”
Hey, what are you doing?
Ran clicks on your messages, totally unaware of the uninvited smile creeping onto his face as he types back.
Just playing some games with my brother. Why?
His tongue pokes out to his cheek as he sees the three dots popping up and down rhythmically as you form a response.
“Ran, if I lose this battle, I will never forgive you.”
“Shut up, you’ll be fine.” Blindly, his spare hand aimlessly searches around his lap for the controller to shut his brother up when his phone vibrates on his lap once more.
No no reason, I just wanted to talk to you, but you are busy so I’ll call you later
The little hope Rindou has left when he sees Ran’s character take a step forward, ready to aid him through fighting the monster is gone the second Ran’s attention and wandering hands go back to his phone.
smut | 3.6k words
You were cleaning tables when you had your phone in your jeans’ pocket.
Two customers remained seated inside the restaurant, finishing up their meals. Both of them looked around the same age, and if it wasn’t for the fact they were seated on different sides of the restaurant, you would’ve assumed they were friends.
They barely even touched their meal, but your job was to clean the restaurant, not to worry about the odd customers.
The next thing you know, you felt someone bump into you from behind; and you were too apologetic to even notice how your phone magically disappeared from your back pocket. The man excused all your concerns with “It’s fine, don’t worry,” sending you a smile which at the moment had you heart pulsing twice as hard.
You watch the two of them exit the store at the same time, not taking your eyes off the breathtaking gentleman from the glass windows. It wasn’t until you watched his friend snicker and you watched braidboy pull out a phone—with a case that looked exactly like yours—out from his pocket.
It took you a moment, hands ghosting around your back pocket, onto to be met with your ass instead of the hard block phone you left in there. “Those motherfuckers.” You instantly dropped the table cleaning supplies onto the floor and ran outside the restaurant to try catch up with them but it was no use when they hopped on a motorcycle and drove off before you even had the chance to chase them.
You didn’t need your phone that much, only using it for calls and texts. Not like you were addicted to it, so you weren’t that upset about it. But it was the principle of it. Stealing a phone? Lame.
You described the man to your friend when you got home that night and she said he sounds familiar, pulling out a photo of her boyfriend chilling with the same two men you saw in the restaurant. “That’s him!” You point to him at the back of the photo and have murder on your mind knowing that you finally know his name.
You could go to the police with his name, age and face; but you realised that the police are pretty much useless and won’t be able to do shit without evidence he stole your phone.
Mina was going to sleepover at hre boyfriend's house, which is why she offered you to come also, so you could meet the man and ask for your phone back.
You make eye contact with Ran from across the room, narrowing your gaze in his direction while fighting the urge to strangle him to death. The entire time your friend was introducing you to her boyfriend, your eyes were elsewhere. You weren’t normally this unattentive, but you had to figure out how to get your phone back, or if he still has it in his possession.
It had been a week since the incident, so he could’ve sold it easily by now.
“Sorry, I’ll be right back.” You stand up from the couch, heading straight for the back of the room by the kitchen. Tapping on his shoulder, he stops talking and turns his head to the side to peek at you over his shoulder.
“Yes?”
“Where is my phone?”
He laughs, the sound rich and carefree. It does something weird to your stomach because your breathing stops for a second before picking back up, but the rhythm was off. “You’re the one from the restaurant right?” His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip and you shamelessly watched the action, almost forgetting the reason why you were here.
“Uh, yeah. I am.” You snap out of that little…whatever that was. A short moment of weakness that should never be brought up again. “Where’s my phone.” You don’t state it as a question, instead more of a statement, demanding for him to hand it to you.
Reaching inside his pocket, he pulls out your phone and your heart beat slows down at the realisation that he didn’t sell it or destroy it. Just as you’re about to grab it, he dodges your hand, lifting the device above his head. The unpleasant scowl is back on your hands, not amused by his antics one bit. “Give it.”
“Answer something for me first.”
“No.”
He smiles, biting his bottom lip before nodding and you see him put the phone back in his pocket. “Oh well, then.”
“No, wait—” You sigh, annoyed at yourself for playing into his stupid antics. “What is your question?”
“What’s your name?”
He snickers when you deadpan at him, a slow rise of his brow as he coaxes you into telling him. You think of a way to remark at him sneakily without giving him your information. You don’t trust him, one bit. “Thought you would’ve known that by now, after all, you probably snooped through my phone.”
pairing. ran x fem!reader
length. 4.1k words
synopsis. ran finally finds out your name and takes you out for a ride in his car.
content. nsfw content. minors do not interact. implied drinking/alcohol usage, marijuana; reader and ran smoke in his car, because i want to smoke weed with ran lol; minor smut; just making out and stuff, more shion slander bc i find it funny, still love him tho
author's note. part two to mind games. Tag list : @sleeplessreader @rinrinfoxy @kazuubaby @iyuichiro08 @anamalfoy666 @mjsnightmares
“Am I crazy or is Ran staring at you?” There’s a sharp nudge to your ribs, almost knocking the wind out of your lungs. You take a moment, sucking on your teeth and hesitate to look over the direction your friend is facing. Worried that once you meet his gaze you’ll be sucked into his whirlpool like last week.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” At your awkward tone, your friend peeks over her shoulder to stare at you.
“...Did you hook up?”
You look down at your fingernails, trying to peel off the chipped corners while blatantly ignoring your friend’s stare.
“No way! When, (y/n)?! When was this? Was it when you left the sleepover that one day and came back at 12AM? Or was it during school like at lunch or—”
“No! It was last week, at that party you dragged me to when you were too busy with Shion to notice anything around you.” You nudge her back with your shoulder, choosing to ignore her ‘I wasn’t that distracted ’ statement .
You make the grave mistake of falling into temptation, looking over to the couch he was by. Luckily, he wasn’t looking at you, too focused on playing with a piece of red string between his fingers as he listened to his friends loud chatter.
Sexual themes
ran haitani pays his girlfriend a visit after couple months long distance. this is mainly fluff, a little bit of angst at the end ish? and smut of course.
content warnings: teasing, doggy style, creampie, choking, he fucks you and your mom's downstairs gasps.
author's note: just a quick little thing i wrote bc I MISS THIS MAN SO MUCH ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY.
anyway.
You get distracted very easily. Maybe, that’s why you failed to notice the sound of your room window unlocking from the outside, failed to notice Ran climbing through the tiny space and even failed to notice his presence at all as you’re humming away at that song playing through your cheap headphones.
They were a gift from your middle school before you left, and by gifted, you mean stolen them from the IT room because they fit nicely around your head unlike other headphones.
Ran waits for you to become aware of his presence, but when he’s standing there for another 30 seconds and realises you have 0 awareness of your surroundings, he sighs and flops down onto your bed, pulling out one of your beauty magazines from your side drawer.
You just finish off underlining your work on your notebook, putting down your ruler and pencil to change the song on your phone. When turning on your phone, that’s when you realise the time and how you’ve been studying for a good 4 hours straight and now you realise your stomach rumbling.
Sliding your chair away from your desk, you spin around, ready to head downstairs and harass your mother for dinner when you nearly jump at the sight of your boyfriend laying down on your bed with your magazine in hand, flipping through the pages like he didn’t just break into your house unannounced.
Ran giggles to himself at the loud shriek that leaves your mouth upon seeing him and sits up on his bed. You’re still standing there, frozen in place, your headphones sliding off your head because you dropped your phone the moment you yelled.
𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 — 𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢
୨⎯ fem!reader. smut. minors do not interact. reader catches ran in the middle of it... and gets nervous. kissing, flirting. you don't give ran your name and hes annoyed lmao
I need to pee.
You think, looking around the crowded room for any entrance to the bathroom. The only thing in your field of vision are horny couples sloppily making out with each other; or drunk strangers using alcohol as a gateway for their problems.
It’s a horrible sight, and you really need to fucking pee. Your friend is outside by the pool, currently cradling her crush, Shion Madarame—an idiot, you think. He’s clueless, talks way too much for someone who can’t even back up what he’s saying half the time.
You find a lone staircase and decide to walk upstairs, praying that there’s a goddamn bathroom there. This party stinks. The only reason you’re here is because you wanted to try something new and your friend needed backup in case things went south with Shion.
There’s a couple signs that you shouldn’t have gone inside that bathroom. For one; you tripped on the staircase up, successfully snapping the leg on one of your heels.
Annoyed, you take off both heels and hold them in your hand, walking the rest of the distance up the stairs.
As if that sign wasn’t enough, the fucking moans echoing throughout the hallway managed to not reach your ears. Either you were too irritated to care, or you genuinely didn’t notice.
It didn’t matter. Because you opened the door anyway.
The sight was something.
Something you’d only see in porn.
A girl with brown hair, currently bent over the sink; obnoxiously loud moans as a man ploughs her from behind. Your eyes land on her nails, scratching against the counter, veins popping out from just how hard she’s gripping it for all she’s worth—like it’s the last bit of control she has.
Her mouth is wide open, eyes rolling back as she screams the name ‘ Ran ‘. So you put two and two together, the dude's name is Ran.
Ran is fucking her at a lazy pace, he doesn’t seem to be putting much work in his thrusts, but they sounded just as powerful regardless. The sounds of skin on skin fills your ears and the room as if her moans weren’t enough.
He’s got an iron grip on her hips, holding her down to make sure she takes his entire length every time he shoves it back inside her.
This is so wrong. Why are you watching this? You don’t know how long you’ve been standing here—but due to the fact that they haven’t noticed your presence yet, means it couldn’t have been too long.
Sexual themes
