☰ — 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
selfish | haitani ran
synopsis. haitani ran wants you, but can't have you because it would be considered selfish. content. 12k words (listen ik its long just hear me out..), fem!reader, friends to enemies to lovers, mild fwb situation gone wrong, ran's mother is in prison and gives shitty advice, implied sexual harassment (some creepy junkie, nothing happens though), mildly toxic ran, possessiveness, alcohol mentions, ran says hurtful things when he's drunk. NSFW content. authors note. this was inspired by an ask that i changed up a little because i LUV drama, so anon if you see this and recongise the plot creds to uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu for the idea!!!!
content: safe sex, sexting, suggestive pics, rindou is a horny guy, needy guy, clingy guy, implied possessive rindou, fem!reader
a/n: ive been so inactive im so sorry guys i feel so bad :( uni has been literally kicking my BOOOOOTYYYY anyway enjoy this quick one shot with rindou :))
He’s bold.
You set the shopping bag down on the floor by your bed and began to unpack its contents, ready for a mini fashion show in front of your mirror when your phone chimed by your bedside table.
You were halfway with taking your top off when you heard the buzz and walked over to it and grabbed it.
rinnn wyd
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
| coming back after leaving the country for eight years, you reunite with old friends, family, and ex boyfriends.
pairing. ex!ran x fem!reader
word count. 7.9k (long sorry not sorry)
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. angst, first meetings, mentions of alcoholic mother in rehab, drinking mentions, bonten timeline, smoking mentions from Ran in flashback
a/n: nothing too bad this chapter but there's smut next chapter, promise 💯😎
pairing. ex bf!sanzu x fem!reader
word count. 3.4k
synopsis. when sanzu doesn't take you breaking up with him seriously.
content. mentions of murder (bonten antics), pills, sex under the influence, sanzu being in denial, clingly obsessive haruchiyo, toxic relationship, sanzu broke into your house, so implied stalking ig? no violence though
taglist. @insayninthamembrayn @mrsharuchiyo @thisbicc @Mishueb @littleoanh @gennysuga @wenumsmol @foreshadxw @meuw02
authors note. IM BACK BITCHES (kinda sorta idk) i know i promised to post like days ago but things happened so..........yeah my fault my fault
“This is me,” you said with a small smile to your date. The uber driver stopped outside your house as you dug through your bag for your keys.
“I had fun today,” he muttered, pressing his forehead against yours. His warm brown eyes stared at yours as you fought back the urge to kiss him. It’s late, the sun set long ago, the black sky littered with stars and the mood was just perfect. If there was another moment to kiss him it was now.
As if he was thinking the same, his eyes dropped down to your lips as his tongue darted out to wet his own. You leaned forward first, closing what little gap was left between both your bodies and you kissed him, slow and sweet.
The driver watched the slow kiss through the mirror and frowned. “How adorable. But you need to leave my car. I have other stops to make.”
The two of you pulled away, having forgotten your surroundings and you cleared your throat, bidding goodbye to your date and the driver and slid out of the car. When you looked back at the car, he had his hands in a phone gesture and mouthed Call me , making you giggle as the car drove off. You bit back on a shit-eating grin as you made your way up to your door. If it wasn’t for the love struck haze in your mind, you would’ve noticed how weird it was that your door was already unlocked.
Stepping inside your house, you flicked on the light, humming to yourself as you kicked off your shoes. You grabbed a sorry snack from the fridge and began to dig into it as you thought back to your day. This was the fifth date your friends set you up on this week alone. Each of them were exhausting and boring; the men mediocre at best, only talking about themselves the entire time and rarely asking you questions about yourself, your job or your life.
Today however, exceeded all your expectations. Not only was he nurturing, kind, and caring, he also paid for all your things despite telling him you could afford it, listened to you talking about your life and remembered bits and pieces to bring up later. It shocked you when he remembered a short joke you made earlier and even brought it up later causing you to break out into laughter.
Despite being the lovely person he was, there was still something missing. Compared to your ex boyfriend who quite frankly was crazy. You shook your head, refusing to think about Haruchiyo right now when you’re trying to move on.
With a sigh, you walked over to your living room with the intent to watch some TV, and yelp when you see Haruchiyo reclining on your couch like he lives here. Like you didn’t break up with him last week. He even had the audacity to put his filthy shoes on your furniture just because he can.
“Get out.”
idk why but when ever i see baji my mind goes to ✨ B A C K S H O T S ✨
timeskip!baji, doggy style, spanking, fem!reader, baji's kinda sadistic, but we all knew that
Baji’s favourite position is doggy. He loves watching his cock disappear inside you, loves taking his time to pull out and admire your wetness coating his length, then shoves it back in quick, and relishes in the moan you let out.
Baji loves watching your hands uselessly reach for anything to keep you stable, poorly gripping on the sheets or pillows. For fun, he’ll grab your hands and put them behind your back, pinning you against the bed as he forces you into a deeper arc.
“Kei—I can’t—” you beg breathlessly, voice muffled from the sheets.
“C’mon, I know you can do it,” he praises you and stops thrusting until your back arches even deeper.
The position is painful, your muscles ache but the pleasure of his cock brushing against your sweet spot and the way your walls cling to his cock makes it worth it every time.
When he’s feeling sadistic, he’ll randomly stop his thrusts, and you’ll look back at him, confused, and urge him to continue. “Work for it,” he’ll tell you, slapping your ass a bit to spur you on.
You lift yourself off the bed, resting on your arms and slowly fuck yourself back on his cock. You can feel everything as you slowly move back and forth, keening into the sheets as he’ll spank you randomly out of nowhere.
If he really wants to, he’ll make you fuck yourself until you cum, but when you don’t, you have to beg him really hard. Eventually, he’ll take pity on you and press down on your back, till you’re back to arching, and continue fucking you till you come.
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Hey this is my first time requesting , can you make a angst where hanma treats his girlfriend ( reader ) like shit and cheats on her constantly and the reader loves him so much , but one day reader decides to leave without telling shuji and just leaves a note in their shared apartment and when hanma sees it he realises that he treated reader harshly and tries to find her to apologise but reader doesn't care anymore . Make it angsty pls , sorry if it's too long
a long request calls for a long fic haha
enjoy this 8k long ass fic mwahhhhh
feckless | hanma shuji
/ˈfɛkləs/ lacking initiative or strength of character; irresponsible.
pairing. fwb!hanma x fem!reader
featuring. kazutora hanemiya, hinata tachibana, hanma shuji, takemichi hanagaki
word count. 8.5k
content. hurt/comfort, angst, one sided pining, weed mention, smoking, explicit sexual content, toxic relationship with hanma, he ghosts you alot, and you just take it, low self esteem reader
This particular Thursday afternoon, the sun shines blindingly bright, warming your back as you kick a stone in front of you every step you make. It’s not a far walk to your house from the mall; shopping bags in one hand, phone in the other.
As the sun is setting, the streets are partially empty, minus the few cars driving past, and the silence is deafening.
You stop just at the end of the road, seeing traffic building up across the road towards your house. They must be doing more construction.
With a hefty sigh, you turn the other way, walking down a thick alleyway that runs behind your street. This is only a route you take when you’re in desperate needs. Though it’s much faster than the main street, it’s also smellier and darker.
You stop in your tracks and that’s when you see it.
A few grunts, thuds, and the sound of what is definitely a fist punching someone in the stomach. The poor guy, around seventeen, maybe, if his school uniform was anything to go off of, was now laying on the floor, clutching his stomach, groaning in pain as someone much taller, lankier, makes a show of dropping to sit on his back.
He idly smokes a cigarette like he isn’t currently stopping the flow of oxygen and blood of the poor guy beneath him.
“How boring ,” he sighs, lifting the cigarette from his lips to blow a puff of smoke into the air. “Thought you’d be able to entertain me with all that shit you was talkin’.”
“I—argh—I can’t breathe—”
“Hmmm,” the guy hums and the sound vibrates through the alley, rippling it’s way through your body. “And what do you expect me to do ‘bout that?”
The boy couldn’t verbally respond, nor formulate a perfect sentence, only able to respond in grunts and groans and the sound of his lungs desperately searching for air.
If you don’t step in, you’d have to live with yourself forever, knowing you just witnessed this man commit a murder and nothing was done about it.
It takes a moment to uncurl your fingers from the shopping bag, your body trembling, feet heavy as your lungs match the jagged, unsteady rhythm of your breathing before you’re walking over towards the man.
Stopping right next to him, it feels like forever until he lazily turns his head to look up at you.
His eyebrow arches, face filled with nothing but interest as he lets his eyes rake down your body.
It’s like he knows he’s making you uncomfortable, because the corner of his lips twitch upwards into a smile when you shift uneasily on your feet.
“And you are?” His voice is slack and lazy, dragging his words on sluggishly as he blinks at you.
It feels like minutes, hours, days have passed with how long it takes your brain to co-operate with you. “I—I’m—”
The poor dude on the floor tries to lift the guy off his back, gathering every inch of strength he has left in his weak body to try shrug him off, but the sadist on top of him only raises his hand (and it is huge, what the fuc—), and slams it down on his head, applying pressure until his chin smacks painfully against the floor.
“Can’t you see the young lady is tryna speak?” He asks him before letting go of his head, removing his cigarette from his lips, holds them with two fingers and you watch as he brings the cigarette in front of his eyes. The orange lit bud at the end sends flickers of ash into the air. “Do your eyes me to burn some energy into ‘em? Huh?”
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.”
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.
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
·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳ a simple question led to feelings being revealed & a heated threesome one-sided threesome.
pairings — shinichiro sano + wakasa imaushi
warnings —fem!reader, cigarettes, voyeurism near the end, oral (f), missionary, creampie, unprotected sex, shinichiro gets jealous and kicks wakasa out the room, shin and waka brainrot hehe, OG timeline shin + waka.
notes — i tried to make this fluffy but put more effort on the smut bye 💀 also this is ib @/heich0e hehe @luvhaitani tagged as promised🫶🏾🫂
“Do it [Name].”
You bite down on your lip a bit too hard and grip the phone in your hand a little bit tighter.
You contemplate for a moment; ask your roommate an awkward question that will for sure ruin the balance of your ‘friendship’ for the rest of your life, for a simple 30 bucks.
“If I do this—” You swallow hard, “you gotta buy me takeout tonight, and on top of that, send me the 30.”
“What?! You’re doing way too—”
“Do you even get what you’re asking of me? You want me to ask my roommate if my name is moanable enough…”
“Heh, yeah. Do it!”
You fight the urge to reach through the screen and bash your friend’s face into the glass. “Takeout and money? Tonight? I won’t ask unless you agree to it.”
“Fine, takeout and money. Now go, don’t be a pussy!”
You swallow for the tenth time in the last two minutes, shoving your phone in the backpocket of your shorts before you head over down the hallway to your roommates room. He’s been in there all day with the door locked. “Hey, Shin, could I ask you a question?” You ask, knocking at the door.
“Yeah, wait, come in.”
You reach down and open the doorknob, only to freeze the moment you open the door. Though he’s not looking at you, you had completely forgotten he had his bestfriend Wakasa over. Shit, shit abort mission.
𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐃 — 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐨
୨⎯ fem!reader. smut. wc: 2k. minors do not interact. mikey's friends helps you plan out a beach day and forces mikey to show up. mikey thinks he's being a pervert. but in actuality reader is doing it on purpose.
“I’m not wearing that.” Mikey deadpans at the coral print shorts Sanzu is holding up currently. It’s bad enough that Mikey is being forced to stop his work and come out to the fucking beach—now his stupid colleagues are trying to dress him up too.
“It’s cute though!” Sanzu protests.
“You wear it then.” Mikey deadpans, then looks at the big hand that’s just been placed on his shoulder.
Ran smacks the coral shorts from Sanzu’s hands and tosses it to the ground; earning a hard earned scowl from the pink haired male himself. “Put that childish shit away” Ran somehow magically pulls out a tiny speedo from what Manjiro thinks is thin air and hands it gently to Mikey, as if it’s some sacred artifact. “Here, bless the guests with this.”
“You’re both ridiculous. I’m staying in this, and that's that.”
‘This’ consisted of a simple black tank top and matching long black shorts. It was a plain fit, compared to all his friends who’d decided to come shirtless, but Mikey didn’t mind.
He liked plain.
Besides, it’s not like he had anybody to impress. It was just him and his frien—
“You’re finally here! God, we thought you’d never come.”
There’s no way. There’s absolutely no way. Mikey looks up at Ran who refuses to make eye contact; instead, opting on waving you and your friends over.
The sound of footsteps gets louder and before you collide into Mikey, arms wrapping around his body as you hug him from behind. “It’s nice to see you outside finally.” You speak into the back of his shirt, oblivious to the blush creeping up on his face from the close proximity.
S U M M A R Y - You decide to take it a step further in your relationship with Shuji--taking him to visit your family and he thinks it would be a great idea to fuck with you during the family dinner.
T A G S - fem!reader, exhibitionism, oral sex, vaginal fingering, pet name, dirty talk, bathroom sex, spit kink (hanma is nasty as hell), overstimulation
N O T E S - i wanna improve on my smut so like....lmk how you liked it plz
W O R D C O U N T - 4.8k
ran haitani x fem!reader
summary: you and ran both have feelings for each other, but are so oblivious
tags: 18+ MINORS DNI, slight angst, fluff, body worship, creampie, fem!reader, sub!reader, dom!ran, cockwarming at the end, reader has feelings for ran but is clueless af, mutual pining.
wordcount: 3.6k
ran haitani has a reputation to uphold. yet it all comes crumbling down when his newest target has no interest in playing his little game. he’s now determined to add your heart to his collection — he is down to do anything.
pairings. ran haitani x f!reader
word count: 3k
