izanacore

[izanacore]

hi so the reason why i’m slow on updates is bc i’m studying at weekends and have full time job on weekdays 😭 but the studying ends on september so i’ll prolly be more active after that month. for now, expect slow/rare updates. i really wanna writeee i just don’t have time to do so these days :( anyway, thank you for your continued support on my fic. and if u wanna show support through donations, u may check my kofi (i’m not forcing yall). so yeahh thank u thank u!! (i already have a plot for the next series after casual 😝)

[izanacore]

IT WAS SANZU’S BIRTHDAY 3 DAYS AGO ?!?!?!

[izanacore]

here u go luv sorry for the wait IT’S MY FAULT 🥲🙏

casual ch 24

girl the chapter…? 😟😟

WAIT IM SORRY HAHSJDHFJFJF i forgot 😭😭😭😭😭

[izanacore]

“casual” | manjiro sano x reader

chapter twenty-four 𓂃⋆.˚

synopsis: a no-strings-attached arrangement between a party girl and a frat boy turns messy when mikey falls first. but when (y/n) runs from love, she loses him for good—until fate brings them back together, years too late.

characters: manjiro “mikey” sano, fem!reader, emma sano, izana kurokawa, ken “draken” ryuguji

warnings: angst, heartbreak, fwb dynamics, explicit content, crack, fluff, jealousy, insecurities, themes of regret, alcohol use, violence, bullying, depression

notes: AFTER 2 MONTHS HOLY FUUUUU it’s actually just sitting on my notes app for months. the reason why i don’t publish it is because i haven’t proofread it. AND YK MEEE i don’t like publishing half ass stories :)) i hope this won’t feel like half ass tho 😭😭 anyway, welcome back casual mikey sano. i missed writing uu (this chapter is mainly abt izana). i suggest reading the chapters before this so you’ll be able to recall things from prev chaps but up to youuu

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chapter twenty-four

it was the night before their summer trip, and, well… y/n and mikey were doing their usual thing.

she was curled up on her vanity chair, legs tucked up as she scrolled through tiktok, while mikey sat behind her, carefully blow-drying her damp hair. freshly showered, skin warm and dewy.

these little moments—quiet and mundane—felt strangely precious to mikey. just him and y/n, in their own world. whatever this was, it had become a part of his routine. their routine.

and by routine, it meant y/n’s skincare session. living with her meant he didn’t have much of a choice—he had to adapt. he was pulled into her habits, her steps, her rules. and somehow, he didn’t really mind. not when it came with moments like this.

he turned off the dryer with a soft click, placing it back in the drawer beneath her vanity. then, leaning in, he went straight for a kiss.

“no,” y/n shifted away just in time, making him miss. “i told you—you can’t kiss me. we’re doing our skin care night.”

mikey huffed dramatically, lips still close. “can’t i just give my girlfriend a little kiss?”

y/n gave him a look—a mix of annoyance and flustered heat—and rolled her eyes. “i’m not your girlfriend.”

oh. right. the boyfriend-girlfriend talk from a few weeks ago. ever since mikey had that silly conversation with his dad, he hadn’t let it go. he’d been calling her his girlfriend ever since. it annoyed her. flustered her. made her blush every damn time. and he knew it. which was exactly why he kept doing it.

mikey stole a quick kiss anyway, brushing his lips against hers before she could dodge again.

y/n glared at him, pouting even as her cheeks turned a shade too pink.

mikey just grinned, eyes soft. she looked so damn cute like this.

the night went on in their usual rhythm—silly teasing, soft laughter, face masks smeared on their cheeks, and a netflix show playing in the background neither of them was really watching.

and by morning, they were up early, already packing for the trip.

“sooo… which one’s better?” y/n asked, holding up two swimsuits—one a sleek, sexy black one-piece, the other a striking red two-piece.

mikey was lounging on the bed, his back resting against the headboard, arms crossed as he watched her with a lazy grin. he had already finished packing—of course—and now it was just y/n, still deliberating over her last item.

“try them on first,” he said, biting his lip as his gaze shamelessly dropped to her legs.

y/n narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “i don’t like where this is heading.”

“c’mon,” mikey shrugged innocently, “how am i supposed to choose if i can’t see you in them?”

“unless you want emma scolding us for being late, i suggest we stop now.”

“so you admit you can’t resist me?” mikey teased, his smirk growing wider.

“don’t flatter yourself, sano,” she shot back with a grin, tossing both swimsuits into her suitcase. “i’ll just bring both.”

mikey pushed off the bed, stepping close until he was standing right in front of her. his hands found her waist, pulling her just a little closer. his eyes searched hers, glinting with mischief. y/n smirked too, placing her hands on his chest, not backing down.

he leaned in, lips almost brushing hers—

DING-DONG!!!

someone violently murdered the doorbell.

“fucking great,” mikey groaned, pulling back dramatically.

y/n laughed, brushing him off gently. “i’ll get the door. it’s probably them.”

she made her way to the entrance, and sure enough, an overly excited emma stood there, sunglasses on and two bags in hand, looking like a walking summer ad.

“omg!!! i’m so, so excited. i can finally feel the real summer. god, i shouldn’t have taken that summer class,” emma whined dramatically.

y/n couldn’t help but laugh. and just then, mikey appeared behind her, casually walking past them with a suitcase in one hand and a duffel in the other, heading toward the car.

“i thought we were using shin’s car?” mikey asked, eyeing the situation.

draken, already looking mildly stressed, muttered, “ask your sister.”

“uhm, so… i may or may not have brought two suitcases and—”

“those bags in your hands aren’t enough?” mikey deadpanned. “you packed like we’re leaving the country and not coming back.”

emma huffed. “well, i already rented a bigger car for us, so shut up!”

“you mean i rented the car last minute?” draken added dryly.

“it was my idea!” emma defended, chin high.

“thank you so much for the idea, ma’am,” draken said with dramatic sarcasm.

mikey just shook his head, loading their bags into the trunk.

the sound of a car door closing caught their attention, and izana stepped out from the driver’s seat.

“let me help you with that,” he offered.

“thanks,” mikey nodded, letting him take one of the bags.

“you’re driving?” mikey asked, making casual conversation as they worked.

“yeah. your sister said i should because i’m ‘the oldest,’” izana said, doing air quotes. “and i couldn’t exactly say no to the boss, right?”

mikey laughed under his breath.

but then… silence.

both brothers turned toward the front of the house, spotting emma and y/n standing frozen, expressions slightly stunned.

draken, completely unfazed, just leaned into the car, smoking like this was none of his business.

“what?” mikey asked, confused.

emma turned to y/n and muttered, “i shouldn’t have drank that much at mikey’s birthday party.”

“yeah,” y/n agreed under her breath.

soon enough, everyone started getting into the car—izana in the driver’s seat, draken in front, y/n slipping into the back. it was peaceful for about five seconds until—

“MIKEY!!!! I HATE YOU!!!” emma screeched. “you already had y/n all by yourself in your damn apartment, let me sit beside her!!!” she started yanking on mikey’s arm, trying to pull him out of the seat.

mikey, already seated beside y/n, dramatically slumped against her shoulder, clinging to her with his eyes shut. “shh.”

“you little troll—move!” emma tried pulling him out by the arm, but he clung harder to y/n.

draken sighed, rubbing his temple. “em, do you want to sit up here? we’ll even let you play your playlists.”

emma paused. visibly thinking.

“…fine,” she huffed. “but i’m playing all the summer anthems.”

draken got out of the passenger seat, and emma moved from the back to take his place. once they switched, everyone settled in.

“can i drive now?” izana asked, deadpan and exhausted already.

and with that, they were finally off—headed to the beach.

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emma was belting out summer hits like it was her personal concert, draken was quietly regretting his life choices, izana had both hands on the wheel like a responsible dad, mikey was leaning on y/n, and y/n was somewhere between laughing and filming it all for her memory.

they made a few chaotic stops along the way—took blurry group pics in front of scenic spots, raided a convenience store for snacks they definitely didn’t need, and bought matching sunglasses they’d probably forget at the beach house.

overall, it was chaotic, loud, and absolutely perfect.

and after hours of driving, they finally pulled up to y/n’s family’s beach house.

it was stunning. sun-drenched, spacious, and honestly? it looked like something out of a movie.

“this is sooo nice, y/n! oh my god!” emma beamed the moment they stepped inside the beach house, already heading off to explore every corner like she wasn’t even tired from the drive.

the boys followed in with the bags, mikey immediately kicking his flip-flops off like he owned the place.

there were only three rooms—one was clearly the master bedroom, the other was y/n’s old bedroom, and the last was a guest room. only two of the rooms could accommodate couples, so naturally, emma clung to draken and claimed the guest room for them. which left the master bedroom to mikey and y/n.

izana? well, he ended up in y/n’s bedroom. alone.

in the master bedroom, mikey was already tossing their bags onto the bed while y/n unpacked with her usual focus. “so technically… this is your parents’ room, right?” mikey asked, flopping down dramatically on the mattress.

“eh, not really,” she shrugged with a grin, bouncing lightly as she sat beside him. “this bed’s mine now. dad decided to give the whole place to me.”

mikey leaned in, eyes soft, smirk playing on his lips. “does that mean… i get to have you here?”

y/n cupped his cheeks, smile never fading. she nodded, “all yours.”

and just like that, their lips met. warm, eager. the kiss deepened quickly, sun pooling in golden ribbons through the window, lighting up her face. mikey pulled back for a second, just to admire her.

“god, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

y/n laughed, cheeks tinted with pink. “shut up,” she mumbled—but then he kissed her again, slower, deeper, like they had all the time in the world.

until—

BANG BANG BANG

“y/n!!! mikey!!! come have snacks!! i made something!!” emma’s voice rang out from behind the door.

mikey groaned, dropping his forehead to her shoulder. “i swear she does this on purpose.”

y/n was breathlessly laughing as she adjusted her top, slipping off the bed. mikey went to open the door, grumbling.

“were you born just to annoy the shit out of me?” he deadpanned at emma.

emma gasped, mock-offended. “aw, poor mikey. did you get cockblocked again?”

mikey shot her a glare and muttered something under his breath before walking off to where draken was. emma laughed so hard she wheezed, already skipping off to the kitchen. y/n followed shortly after, only to pause at the end of the hall.

her old bedroom door was cracked open.

curious, she gave a soft knock.

she knocked gently. “hey… why aren’t you downstairs?”

izana looked up, offering a small smile. “just needed a bit of rest. driving all the way here was kinda exhausting… especially when your sister acts like a pop-star the whole ride,” he chuckled softly.

y/n chuckled and sat beside him. “are you comfortable here? sorry if it’s messy…”

“no, it’s perfect. thanks for letting me in here.” he looked at her then, sincere. “really.”

she smiled shyly. “i figured emma wouldn’t sleep unless she’s glued to ken’s side, and well… i doubt you’d wanna room with mikey.”

“god, no.” they both laughed.

his eyes wandered around the room before landing on the small stand filled with beach photos from years ago. he walked over to it and picked one up. “these your parents?”

“mhm,” she nodded.

he glanced at her. “you stopped taking pictures when you got older?”

“yeah… after mom died, i didn’t really come back here. just didn’t feel like summer without her.”

“shit,” izana said quickly, “i’m so sorry—i didn’t mean to bring that up—”

“it’s okay,” she laughed at his panicked expression. “i didn’t really have time or people to come here with anyway. my dad’s abroad, and it’s just me...”

she glanced at him with a small, grateful smile. “but now you’re all here. so… thanks, izana. really. it means a lot.”

that made something in him pause. her words hit deeper than they probably should’ve. because for the first time in a while, someone made him feel like he belonged.

izana turned his attention back to the shelf, and one particular photo caught his eye—a small, framed picture of little y/n, crying hysterically with a giant fish beside her.

he grinned.

“you look adorable here. should i show this to mikey?”

y/n’s soul left her body. “don’t you dare—!” she lunged for the photo, but izana only laughed, holding it up just out of her reach.

“izana! give it back! i hate you!” she yelled, laughing as she chased him around the room.

but the universe had a wicked sense of timing.

y/n’s foot caught on the strap of izana’s bag. he stumbled backward, falling onto the bed—y/n crashing right on top of him.

the laughter died.

and they landed. her on top of him. breath caught. heart racing.

they didn’t move. didn’t even blink. the silence was charged. his hands were still on her waist. her face was inches from his. both of them too aware, too quiet.

“…y/n, are you—”

SLAM

“here…” emma barged in holding a plate of cookies—and froze.

izana shot up. y/n scrambled off him like the floor burned.

“give me that,” y/n muttered, snatching the photo from his hand like nothing happened.

he let her take it, still processing.

she brushed past emma and darted downstairs.

emma blinked, eyes following y/n, then slowly turned back to izana, still half-sprawled on the bed.

“…sooo. do you want some cookies?”

izana, who looked like he’d just had an out-of-body experience, nodded silently.

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the sun had begun its slow descent, casting gold across the waves and streaking the sky in orange and pink. it was late in the afternoon now, that golden stretch between three and four when the sun started to dip but hadn’t quite begun to set—and if y/n had to describe the day so far in one word, it’d be: chaotic.

the beach house opened straight out to the sand, and the pool was just a few steps away. draken was already down by the water, standing with his hands in his pockets, letting the breeze mess up his hair. emma, ever the diva, had claimed one of the lounge chairs near the pool, sunglasses on, drink in hand, fully committed to sunbathing.

meanwhile, y/n was in the middle of wrestling mikey into sitting still.

“stop moving! i need to put sunscreen on you!” she hissed, squeezing another glob into her palm while mikey squirmed away like a kid.

“y/nnn, the sun’s already going down!” he whined. “why do i still need this? we’re practically in the shade!”

y/n rolled her eyes. “yeah, and you’ll still burn, dumbass. now shut up and stay still.”

living with mikey meant learning a lot of things. like the fact that he may be a gang leader, but deep down? he was just a dramatic, stubborn child in desperate need of supervision.

“there,” she said triumphantly, rubbing the last bit of sunscreen onto his face. “now get out of my sight.”

mikey didn’t need to be told twice. he took off, sprinting toward the beach where draken waited.

behind her, emma let out a sigh.

“you need to stop babying my brother. seriously. he’ll never grow up at this rate. just look at him.”

y/n sat down beside her, laughing softly. “it’s fine. i don’t mind. besides… i kinda like seeing this side of him.”

emma glanced at her over her sunglasses, but didn’t say anything.

just then, izana joined them, plopping onto the lounge chair near emma’s feet. “what’s going on? weren’t you two gonna swim?”

“this is the only time i’ll be apart from mikey this entire vacation,” emma said dramatically. “i’m savoring the silence.”

izana chuckled.

“what about you?” izana asked, turning his attention to yn. “you don’t like the sea?”

“not really. i’ve never been a fan. i prefer the pool,” she said, watching the waves crash in the distance.

“babes,” emma said suddenly, turning to y/n. “question.”

“hm?”

“so like… i saw a bunch of people setting up beside the beach house. is that a public party?”

“ah, yeah,” yn said. “i was actually gonna ask if you all wanted to go later tonight—”

“omg, yes!!” emma cut her off, already too excited.

izana just laughed under his breath, shaking his head. y/n grinned and stood up.

“i’m gonna dip in the pool for a bit. see you guys later.”

both siblings nodded, watching her go. once she disappeared into the water, izana stood up as well.

he didn’t say anything, just quietly headed toward the house to change and join y/n in the pool. still, there was a knot in his chest he couldn’t shake. he didn’t want things to stay awkward—not after what happened between them at the mall—or at her childhood bedroom. she was important to him. a friend. someone who felt like home in a way nothing else did.

he just wanted to spend time with her again.

but when he came back out, that quiet hope collapsed in on itself.

there she was—already in the pool. and so was mikey.

they weren’t just swimming. they were laughing. close. too close. mikey’s hand rested easily on her waist, their bodies half-draped against each other in the water. and before izana could turn away, he saw it—mikey leaned in and stole a kiss from her lips.

izana stopped breathing.

he stood there for a second too long before pulling himself together. whatever flickered in his chest—whatever ache that was—he buried it fast. the last thing he needed was for anyone to notice. especially emma.

so he walked over to her, sat back down quietly, and stared out at the sea. didn’t say a word.

emma suddenly spoke—didn’t even turn her head. “you like her, don’t you?”

izana froze. “what?”

“i’m not blind, you idiot,” she said, sipping her drink. “and i know both you and mikey better than anyone. don’t insult me.”

izana looked away. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

emma smirked. “when did it start?”

“it didn’t.”

izana’s reply came too fast, his tone a little too flat.

she gave him a look. “you’re really gonna lie to my face?”

he didn’t answer, just leaned back slightly.

emma crossed her arms, one brow slowly lifting.

he sighed, annoyed—at her, at himself, maybe both. “i didn’t… feel anything like that.”

he stayed silent for a moment, then let out a quiet breath—because of course he couldn’t hold out against emma. not when she was looking at him like that.

emma waited. “so?”

izana hesitated.

“well… maybe it started when you used to talk about her to me on the phone. back when i was away,” he admitted, voice low. “you’d go on about how kind she was, what she was like as a person.”

he paused, eyes distant.

“or when you’d send me pictures of you with her. i didn’t even think much of it back then. i just… liked looking at her—or hearing her name.”

his lips curled into a faint, fake chuckle. “kind of your fault, really. you only ever talked about y/n.”

his fingers toyed with the hem of his shorts.

“…or maybe it was the night i saw her at the park. she was by herself. that was the first time i saw her in person… the night i had just gotten back.”

“ohhh, so that’s why you two seemed a little too familiar when you met,” emma said, narrowing her eyes. “you’d already seen her in person before i introduced you.”

izana nodded. his voice trailed off.

“so yeah… i don’t know,” he said quietly. “it just… happened.”

he laughed under his breath. “fuck, i sound so cheesy, don’t i?”

emma nodded. “a little bit.”

they both looked over at the pool.

mikey had pulled y/n closer, whispering something that made her laugh. again. and again. as if he was the only one in the world allowed to make her laugh like that.

emma’s voice was softer now. “but mikey was already there.”

izana’s smile faltered.

“yeah,” he whispered. “and i couldn’t do that to him. not again. not after everything. he’s finally smiling like he used to. he’s finally healing.”

he swallowed hard.

“i’m not gonna be the reason he falls apart again.”

emma nodded. they sat in silence for a long time, listening to the waves, the laughter, the distant sound of something slipping out of reach.

chapter twenty-three | chapter twenty-five

[izanacore]

girl the chapter…? 😟😟

WAIT IM SORRY HAHSJDHFJFJF i forgot 😭😭😭😭😭

[izanacore]

GIRL GET UP RN AND UPDATE CASUAL OR I WILL COME FOR YOU.

HELPPPDHDH OK I’LL PUBLISH IT THIS WEEKEND (it’s actually done and just sitting in my notes app for a whole month) 😭😹

[izanacore]

bad idea, right? was actually a ran haitani fic JSHFHDDJDJ i need to stop writing for ran. when u look at the guilty pleasure section, it’s all him him HIM 😔✊🏻 i’m sooo obsessed

[izanacore]

BRUHHH the last update of casual was APRIL FUCKING 12?!?!?! i’m gonna kms bro i have the next chapters written already i’m just lazy to proofread them that’s why i’m not uploading anything. I AM SORRYYY I DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS THIS LONG SINCE I LAST UPDATE FAWKKK 😭💀 i need to lock in

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“bad idea, right?” | manjiro sano x reader

one-shot 𓂃⋆.˚

synopsis: one text, one photo, and y/n’s back where she swore she’d never be—under mikey, in his car, forgetting every reason she left. they always crash back into each other, and this time’s no different.

characters: manjiro “mikey” sano, fem!reader, hinata tachibana, kakucho

warnings: smut (18+), explicit sexual content, college au, public sex (in a car), unprotected sex, rough sex, possessive behavior, degradation, recording during sex, mild exhibitionism, toxic relationship dynamics, marking (biting/hickeys), light humiliation, implied jealousy/territorial behavior, explicit language, explicit sexting, dom/sub undertones

notes: this is how i see manila! mikey behaves. anyways, enjoy the meal. <3

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“y/n!! get up!! you can’t seriously skip the year-end party—literally the entire university is there!”

hina’s voice rang out through the dorm like a fire alarm. she stood by y/n’s bed, arms crossed, glaring down at the human lump buried beneath layers of blankets.

“exactly why i’m not going!” y/n’s muffled voice came from under the covers. “everyone’s gonna be there. including that asshole manjiro sano. now leave me to rot in peace.”

it was new year’s eve. people outside were partying, counting down to midnight, kissing strangers. meanwhile, y/n was in her pajamas, refusing to move from the four corners of her room like some grumpy little hermit.

“it’s 7pm and you haven’t moved all day! this is non-negotiable!” hina barked as she ripped the blanket off, only for y/n to groan dramatically and slam a pillow over her face.

“ughhh!!! go awayyy!”

hina sighed. time to bring out her last card.

“i’ll pay for your boba tea. every friday. for a month.”

…silence.

then—zoom. y/n launched herself out of bed and sprinted to the shower like she was being chased by the devil himself.

hina burst out laughing. “works every time.”

fast forward to the party—some absolute legend apparently rented out the whole club, because this place? was insane. neon lights, blaring music, bodies everywhere. a walking health hazard, but make it aesthetic.

“okay… this isn’t bad,” y/n said, arms crossed, trying to look unimpressed. but inside, she was already calculating how many free drinks she could milk before midnight.

hina, catching the bluff, just smirked. “yeah yeah, c’mon.” she dragged her inside.

they waded through a sea of familiar faces—classmates, org-mates, and people who definitely hated group work. y/n had her fair share of attention. after all, she did used to date the manjiro sano. yes, that one. toman’s golden boy. dating him made her untouchable. practically royalty.

…until he pulled the world’s biggest 180 and turned into a flaming dickhead. long live the bastard king.

as they made their way deeper into the club, y/n suddenly stopped in her tracks. and there he was.

manjiro sano.

tongue-deep in some random girl’s mouth, gripping her ass with one hand and holding a beer with the other.

and of course, he felt her staring. because mid-kiss, he opened one eye, locked eyes with y/n, and—smirked. didn’t even stop. just kept kissing the girl like she was the dessert and he skipped dinner.

y/n’s eye twitched. “you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

mikey whispered something to the girl, who nodded and walked off.

he made his way toward y/n, who was mentally preparing to commit a crime.

“fancy seeing you here, sexy,” he greeted, eyes sweeping her up and down like she was tonight’s main course. he took a swig from his drink like he wasn’t being the most annoying man alive.

“i’m leaving,” y/n snapped, rolling her eyes and turning on her heel.

but mikey grabbed her wrist, smiling like the menace he was.

“whoa, you just got here. don’t be rude, princess. at least stay for a drink at my party.”

“your party?” y/n said, deadpan. her glare shot straight to hina, who immediately avoided her gaze.

“oh my god—michi’s here i gotta go!! love you bye!!” hina bolted, abandoning y/n like a traitor in a rom-com.

“hina—!”

“guess it’s just you and me now, princess,” mikey grinned, sliding an arm around her and leaning in for a cheek kiss.

y/n expertly dodged, turning her face. he laughed, sighing like she wounded him, “ouch.”

she yanked his hand off her arm. “goodbye, sano. it was not nice seeing you.” she flashed him the fakest smile known to mankind and strutted off toward the bar.

“what happened to ‘babe’?!” mikey shouted after her, teasing like he wasn’t trying to ruin her entire night.

without missing a beat, y/n flipped him off.

happy new year indeed.

y/n and mikey started dating when they were freshies. he was the leader of toman, a walking campus legend, and getting girls was never an issue for him. but with y/n, it was different. she didn’t fall into his lap like the others—he had to work for it.

and once he got her? mikey didn’t look at anyone else. he was hooked. borderline obsessed.

but things started to fall apart during the second half of junior year. mikey changed. suddenly cold. distant. an absolute asshole with zero explanation. no fight. no cheating scandal. no closure. just… silence.

y/n tried to move on. keyword: tried.

because somehow, they always found their way back to each other—just to fall apart again. it was a toxic cycle at this point. push and pull, break up and make out. but this time, it’s been almost two months since they last talked. no calls. no run-ins. no stupid 2am texts. and y/n wanted to believe it was really over.

but mikey being mikey, nothing ever stayed peaceful for long.

tonight, she was drinking alone at the party, quietly downing her third glass when someone slid into the empty seat beside her.

“what’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone?”

kakucho.

“my plus one ditched me,” y/n chuckled, setting her drink down.

“was it hina? i saw you two come in together.”

“yup. she saw her boy and ran for her life,” she laughed.

“mind if i join you then?” he asked, nodding toward her drink.

“not like we’re strangers, silly,” y/n said, motioning for him to sit.

they drank. talked. joked around. kakucho was easy to talk to—chill, smooth, and definitely hot. but just as y/n was starting to relax, her phone buzzed on the table.

contact name: dni

she didn’t even have to look.

manjiro sano.

rolling her eyes, she ignored it. not tonight.

but then it buzzed again. and again.

and again.

and this time, it wasn’t another text—her phone was ringing. he was calling.

kakucho raised an eyebrow. “uh… i think you should get that. might be urgent?”

“just one sec,” y/n said with a tight smile as she picked up her phone and walked off. no way she was taking this call with music blaring.

she rushed into the restroom and hit answer.

“what the fuck do you want?”

“check your messages,” mikey said.

“wh—”

click. call ended.

y/n stared at her phone like she was ready to throw it against the wall. what now?

she opened the messages.

and immediately, her jaw dropped. cheeks flushed. thighs pressed together.

dni

mikey: got horny just seeing u in that dress

mikey: wanna fuck u, princess :(

mikey: image attachment

a photo. of his bulge.

very clear. very obvious. probably taken in his car. yup. looks like he’s parked somewhere right now.

buzz

mikey: got hard just thinking abt u

mikey: video attachment

y/n blinked. and then blinked again.

because that video? that was him. stroking his cock. slow and filthy.

fuck.

this was the exact reason she could never escape him.

the audacity. the nerve. the goddamn dick.

he was big. cocky. hot as hell.

and completely ruining her life.

still, she found herself texting back.

y/n: where are u? 🙄

mikey: parking lot near the exit 💦

god fucking help her.

she was already walking.

y/n quickly said her goodbyes to kakucho and made her way to the parking lot, walking straight toward mikey’s car. the moment she found it, she yanked the door open without knocking.

his bulge was obvious—hard, needy, and totally on display.

“you’re disgusting,” she muttered as she slid into the passenger seat and slammed the door shut. “and desperate.”

mikey just laughed, low and amused. “thought you were gonna leave me hanging.”

“now that i’m thinking about it, maybe i should’ve.”

“but you’re running to me the second i called. showing up just to get ruined by my dick. so, who’s the desperate one now?”, he said, his voice dripping with smugness.

his hand trailed up her thigh, fingers teasing right by her core—close enough to make her breath hitch. they didn’t say anything after that. tension filled the space, thick and heated. mikey leaned in, lips brushing against her neck while his hand slipped under her dress. two fingers went in with ease.

y/n let out a soft groan, her body responding instantly as she clutched onto his wrist.

“it’s been months since i had you,” mikey whispered against her skin, voice strained. “fuck… i missed you so much.”

she couldn’t say anything. too lost in the way his fingers curled just right inside her. her head tipped back, chest rising and falling as she breathed through the pleasure.

mikey pulled his fingers out and immediately brought them to his lips, sucking them clean while holding eye contact. y/n tried to act unbothered, rolling her eyes—but her flushed face gave her away.

“what?” he smirked.

“the other girls not doing it for you?” she said, voice breathy.

“no one ever fucking compares to you, princess,” mikey replied.

he slid his seat back, then grabbed y/n by the waist and pulled her on top of him. they kissed—messy, heated, intense—tongues clashing while their hips rolled against each other. every grind sent shivers through them both.

“god, i fucking missed you,” mikey moaned into her mouth, hands gripping her ass and guiding her movements against his clothed cock.

he helped her peel off her dress, then unclasped her lace bra. matching lingerie. he always loved when she wore them. one hand cupped her breast, squeezing. the other tugged the bra down just enough for her chest to spill out.

he dipped his head and took her breast into his mouth, sucking, licking, biting.

“mikey…” y/n moaned, fingers curling into his shoulders as he played with her—messy, greedy, like he couldn’t get enough.

mikey chuckled the moment y/n moaned his name. “you missed me too, didn’t you?”

“i’ve had better since you, sano.” she rolled her eyes, but her voice betrayed her—breathless and wrecked.

“baby,” mikey leaned in, lips brushing hers, hands firm on her waist, “you didn’t even think twice about showing up. you knew exactly what i’d to you.”

“don’t flatter yourself.”

he laughed, smug and certain, because he knew—he always knew—she was still his.

“no need to lie to yourself, baby,” he whispered, then kissed her again, deeper this time. while his mouth was on hers, his hands moved fast, pulling down her panties, tossing them aside like they were in the way of something urgent.

his own clothes followed—shirt discarded, pants shoved down just enough to free his cock. he tapped her ass once.

“up, pretty girl.”

she lifted her hips, and mikey slid his cock along her dripping slit, teasing her like he had all the time in the world.

“you know,” he said casually, lining himself up, “every time you leave, you swear it’s the last time.”

he pushed in just an inch, enough to make her gasp and grip his shoulders tight.

“and yet…”

he slammed into her the rest of the way—one brutal thrust that made her cry out and collapse against him.

“here you are.”

he set a relentless pace, fucking into her like he had something to prove. every thrust was hard, deep, and punishing. y/n was clinging to him, nails digging into his skin, body bouncing with every movement.

“fuck—mikey—”

“you like that, princess?” he growled, breath hot in her ear. “me fucking you like i still own you?”

his grip on her tightened. “you were never anyone else’s to begin with. always mine.”

she couldn’t respond—too busy moaning his name, her face buried in his neck, her body giving in completely. mikey’s hands gripped her ass, helping her grind against him, chasing the high he’d missed so damn much.

he threw his head back, groaning as the pleasure crashed into him.

“get in the back.”

y/n scrambled off him without question, making her way to the backseat. she barely had time to sit down before mikey was on her, flipping her over onto all fours.

“mikey—wait—”

he didn’t.

he shoved into her from behind, deep and rough, not giving her a second to adjust.

skin slapping echoed through the car, loud and filthy, impossible to ignore if anyone happened to walk by. the windows were fogged, rocking slightly with every hard thrust mikey gave her. face down, ass up—y/n could barely think. mikey’s grip was tight in her hair, dragging moans out of her with every stroke. she didn’t even care anymore. mikey was fucking her too good. he always did.

no one ever handled her the way manjiro sano did.

“mikey… more—i want more…” she cried out, voice hoarse.

“greedy little princess,” he growled, grabbing her arms together, hitting deeper. “you deserve this. getting fucked like you were made for me.”

his pace never faltered as he leaned over her, lips pressing kisses along her shoulder, then her temple. “love you so much, y/n. fuck. come back to me,” he whispered, still pounding into her like a man possessed.

“be my girlfriend again…”

she nodded, unable to speak—probably too far gone to even register what she was agreeing to. but that was all mikey needed to hear.

and it made him lose whatever control he had left.

“cumming—mikey, oh my god…” she whimpered, her voice breaking apart.

“cum for me, princess,” he grunted, mouth now on her shoulder, biting and licking the skin he’d marked. the sensation sent her reeling, head spinning, eyes fluttering shut.

it was the hottest thing mikey had ever seen—her, on all fours, taking every thrust like she was made for it. his girl. completely ruined by him.

his own climax hit fast. he pulled out last second, reached for his phone, and started recording. a few strokes and he was groaning low, thick ropes of cum spilling all over her ass. he caught it all on video.

he tossed his head back, chest rising with each breath, then stopped the recording and collapsed into the seat. y/n was still down beside him, catching her breath, hair messy, body glistening. mikey stared. he wanted her for himself again.

but for now, he reached forward for some tissues, cleaned her up gently, then pulled her into his lap, pressing a soft kiss to her head.

“so…” he mumbled, his voice calmer now, “are we officially back together?”

y/n didn’t say a word. she didn’t even look at him. she just gave a small nod.

and just like that, she was his again.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

now fully dressed—sort of—y/n and mikey sat in his car, not even pretending they were going back to the party. mikey had no intention of it. one round wasn’t enough. not after months without her.

y/n glanced at him. “why aren’t you driving?”

mikey was staring at his phone, typing. she frowned. “who are you texting?”

he smirked, not even looking up. “nothing your pretty little head needs to worry about.”

he leaned over and kissed her cheek, smooth as ever.

y/n didn’t trust it. she knew mikey—he never cheated, but he always had a new girl a week after every breakup. it was hard not to be suspicious.

but mikey? mikey already sent the message.

to kakucho.

kakucho

mikey: next time you hit on my girl

mikey: video attachment

it was a video he’d taken—his low groans echoing in the background as he came all over y/n’s ass, the camera catching everything in messy, explicit detail.

he locked his phone and finally started the car, grinning to himself.

possessive, smug, satisfied.

manjiro sano got his girl back—and he was never letting her go again—or not.

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“after hours” | bonten men x reader

mini-collection 𓂃⋆.˚

synopsis: as a bonten executive, y/n treats hooking up with bonten men after meetings like just another part of the job—routine, effortless, and far too easy to stop.

characters: manjiro “mikey” sano, haruchiyo sanzu, ran haitani, rindou haitani, hajime kokonoi, fem!reader

warnings: smut (18+), explicit sexual content, multiple partners, rough sex, anal sex, semi-public sex, spanking, spitting, cumplay, hair pulling, degradation, choking, dirty talk, objectification, power imbalance, manipulation, possessiveness, markings, orgasm control, overstimulation, light humiliation, drug usage, alcohol usage, smoking, non-consensual image sharing, mean sanzu, reader being a bitch, bonten men being menaces, toxic dynamics, dubious consent (consensual but with coercive undertones), exhibitionism (y/n being watched), implied criminal activity, unsafe situations, minor aftercare but mostly neglect, mild sadism, and very filthy vibe.

notes: wrote this out of nowhere tbh. this is very flithy. i also wanna say that i really think the haitani brothers are sweet when it comes to their girl (sometimes) and not the manipulative womanizer type, but that’s just my hc (is it canon? idk!). and please, i’ve written every content warning i could think of (i’m considerate like that), so please read at your own risk. again, this is flithy. anyway, enjoy! credits to the fanart i used above.

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part 1

the private lounge smelled of expensive liquor, sweat, and sin. dim lights cast shadows over the leather couches, the sound of bass thumping through the floors beneath them. it was routine now—business first, then pleasure. bonten’s little after-meeting tradition. drinking, getting high, and letting loose like they owned the world. because, well, they did.

y/n lounged beside ran, her legs draped over his lap, glass in hand, his arm snug around her waist like she belonged there. and she did—at least for tonight. she took a sip, the burn of alcohol making her hum before her eyes flickered to kakucho, who was already standing.

“c’mon, kakucho, you’ve never joined our after-meeting sessions.” she tilted her head, pouting before smirking. “i’ll let you play with my tits.” then she drank, the ice clinking against the glass.

kakucho exhaled sharply. “fuck off, y/n. i’m going.”

she clicked her tongue. “boo. god, you’re so boring.”

he ignored her completely, turning to mocchi and takeomi. “c’mon, we have to take care of the clients.”

y/n groaned, rolling her eyes as she leaned further into ran. “you too, mocchi? takeomi?” she huffed, fingers tapping against the rim of her glass before she suddenly grinned. “ugh, fine, go ahead. you just missed a chance of getting a free blowjob!” her voice rang through the room, teasing, shameless.

the three of them didn’t even flinch. used to her mouth, to the filth that spilled from it like it was a normal thing to say. kakucho shut the door without looking back, and y/n simply scoffed before taking another sip.

not like she had sex with everyone… well. okay, maybe something did happen between her and the haitani brothers. and sanzu. and even… mikey. but it was casual. nothing that could affect their work at bonten. just a way to blow off steam, to release tension in the most primal way possible. they were just having fun.

“why don’t you blow me instead, y/n?” sanzu’s voice cut through the music, lazy and dripping in amusement. “i’ll fuck that pretty mouth of yours so you’ll finally shut the fuck up.” a smirk played on his lips as ran and rindou chuckled beside him.

y/n turned to glare at sanzu, already flipping him off before she suddenly gasped dramatically.

“mikey!!!” she whined, pushing off ran’s lap and making her way to the man sitting at the head of the lounge. she plopped down onto his lap, arms wrapping around his neck as she buried her face against his shoulder. “they’re ganging up on me again.”

mikey didn’t react. barely spared her a glance as he pulled a cigarette from his pack, tucking it between his lips.

but don’t get it wrong. y/n was his favorite. she got the special princess treatment—more than anyone else in bonten. sure, she was a little unhinged, maybe even on sanzu’s level, but that’s what made mikey keep her around. the smartest of them all. she kills just like sanzu. no remorse.

and without thinking, as if her body had memorized the action, she reached into the pocket of her blazer, flicked her lighter open, and brought the flame to the end of mikey’s cigarette.

mikey inhaled, the tip burning red, before exhaling a slow stream of smoke.

the lounge was drowning in smoke and sin, the bass-heavy music vibrating through the floor. drinks kept pouring, the air thick with the scent of liquor and something dangerously indulgent.

then koko spoke up, tossing a small package onto the table. “here’s the one you wanted, sanzu.”

sanzu’s eyes lit up as he snatched it, tearing it open with practiced ease. “finally. some good fucking shit after dealing with those annoying-ass clients.”

he poured the fine powder onto the glass table, leaning in to take his share. the rush was instant, his pupils dilating as he let out a satisfied sigh. “fuck. that hit nice.” he turned to ran, waving a hand toward the powder. “try this. better than last time.”

ran didn’t need to be told twice. he leaned down, did the same, and so did the rest of them.

glasses clinked, slurred cheers filled the air. everyone was too high, too drunk, too far gone.

y/n swayed with the music, lost in the haze, her body moving on instinct. she pressed back against ran, rolling her hips as his hands found her waist, his breath hot against her neck.

she should slow down.

she was too high for this.

but fuck it.

pushing off ran, she stumbled toward the table, dropping to her knees as she reached for another line of powder—

only to have her head yanked back by a fist in her hair.

“enough of that, princess. try this instead.”

sanzu’s voice was a slow drawl, and before she could react, he slipped a pill between her lips, fingers pressing against her tongue.

y/n didn’t even flinch. she held his gaze as she sucked on them, slow and teasing, letting her tongue drag along his fingers before finally swallowing. then she stuck her tongue out, showing him the evidence, eyes dark with amusement.

“did you just get hard from me kneeling in front of you?” she taunted, lips curling into a smirk.

his grip on her hair tightened in an instant.

“fuckin’ brat.”

before she could blink, he yanked her up, shoving her backward—straight into rindou.

“shit.” rindou caught her with ease, her back pressed against his chest, his hands settling low on her hips. she could feel the way his breath hitched, the way his fingers twitched against the fabric of her dress.

sanzu’s grin was sharp, eyes blown wide. “and so what if i’m hard just looking at you?” his voice was low, edged with something dark. “you’re practically a walking sex toy.”

his fingers traced the inside of her thigh, slow, deliberate—

but y/n slapped his hand away without hesitation, shooting him a glare.

then she raised her middle finger at him, smirking. “get out of my sight, haru.”

sanzu just chuckled, dropping onto the couch with his legs spread wide, licking his teeth.

the heat in the room was suffocating, a mix of smoke, alcohol, and the lingering haze of ecstasy.

“fuck, it’s getting hot,” y/n muttered, slipping off her blazer, revealing the curve-hugging dress beneath.

rindou was quick to help, fingers grazing her bare shoulders as he pressed lazy kisses along her skin. his hands moved lower, squeezing her tits without hesitation. she barely reacted—she was used to this by now. at least with them. the haitani brothers and sanzu had a habit of touching her whenever they pleased. during meetings, in passing, anywhere they wanted.

ran grabbed a bottle of whiskey, his grin sharp as he gripped her jaw. without warning, he tilted the bottle, pouring the liquor past her lips. she swallowed what she could, but the excess spilled, running down her chin, soaking into her dress.

he chuckled, taking a swig himself before leaning in to lick the trail of whiskey from her neck, down to the exposed curve of her cleavage.

“fuck, ran…” the sensation sent a shiver down her spine, a moan slipping out before she could stop it.

her hands found his face, pulling him inches from hers, eyes dark with something dangerous. “you ruined my dress.”

ran’s tongue flicked over his lips, gaze burning. “if i get to fuck this body, i’d gladly ruin all your clothes.” his fingers trailed up her thighs, teasing, promising.

rindou’s grip tightened on her chest, his other hand slipping lower, brushing over the damp fabric between her legs. “shit, y/n, you’re already so fucking wet.”

before she could respond, ran hooked his fingers around the waistband of her panties, dragging them down her thighs. with a smirk, he tucked the flimsy fabric into his pocket, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

her breath hitched as rindou’s fingers pressed against her, rubbing slow circles over her core before one slipped inside, stretching her with ease.

“ugh… rindou…” her hips moved on instinct, grinding against his touch, her fingers tangling in his hair. rindou groaned against her neck, rutting against her from behind.

ran pushed her dress higher, his eyes darkening at the sight.

“rin, more, please…” her voice was a breathy whimper.

but before rindou could give her what she wanted, sanzu shoved ran aside took his place.

“move over, greedy fucks.” his grin was wicked as his fingers plunged inside her without warning, matching rindou’s pace.

they weren’t in sync. they didn’t care. her pleasure wasn’t the point—just the filth of it all, the way they could have her, touch her, ruin her. they were already fucked in the head. what was a little more filth?

ran, scowling from the side, ran a hand through his hair. “fuck you, man. we’re all horny here. at least share the fucking pussy.”

sanzu ignored him, curling his fingers deeper, faster, rindou doing the same.

ran had enough. he knelt between y/n’s legs, tongue flicking over her clit, adding another layer of sensation that had her gasping.

“fuck… slow down… ugh… m-mikey… want you too…” her grip tightened—one hand fisting ran’s hair, the other clutching sanzu’s wrist.

rindou’s hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her dizzy. his tongue dragged over her cheek, hot and possessive, while sanzu spit onto her chest, watching it glisten against her skin.

koko, who had been uninterested up until now, finally scoffed, shaking his head. “damn, y/n. didn’t know you were this much of a slut.”

he stood, grabbed the whiskey bottle, and took a slow swig, his sharp eyes lingering on the filthy sight before him. with a dark chuckle, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, exhaling a satisfied sigh—like he was merely indulging in a show put on for his amusement.

she barely heard him. the pleasure was too much, too consuming. her body tensed, and with one last sharp cry, she came, soaking the hands still working her open.

ran didn’t hesitate. he shoved sanzu, grabbing her thighs and pulling her to his mouth, licking up every drop of her release.

“ran, fuck…” she whined, tugging at his hair.

he groaned against her, the vibrations making her jolt. he gave her one last slow lick before pulling back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“shit, this will always be the best pussy i’ve ever tasted.”

y/n grinned, pulling him close again, cupping his jaw before pressing her lips to his.

out of all the men in bonten, it was different with the haitani brothers. whether it was ran or rindou, their touch always felt possessive. they weren’t just fucking her. they were claiming her. and they didn’t do that with just anyone.

ran pulled back, smirking. “gonna take a break for a bit, y/n. need some good shit first.” he gestured toward the drugs. “i’ll fuck you later.”

y/n bit her lip, grinning. “i’ll be waiting for your cock deep inside me.”

y/n leaned back against rindou’s chest, hiding her face against his neck, breath still uneven. rindou didn’t react much—just took a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it up while letting her rest against him. the room was still thick with heat, the air buzzing with something filthy, something intoxicating.

“boss, you just gonna sit there and watch?” sanzu suddenly asked, his voice dripping with amusement. he turned his head toward mikey, who had been silent the entire time, observing from his seat. “wanna fuck her first?”

mikey exhaled slowly, picking up his cigarette from the ashtray. “make her a mess for me.”

sanzu’s grin was wicked. “you heard him, y/n. i’m gonna make a mess out of you. that means i’m gonna fuck this pretty little pussy until my cum is oozing out of your fucking cunt.”

y/n shot him a glare. “can’t you just fuck someone else downstairs? you always go hard on me.”

sanzu leaned in, his nose brushing against hers, his voice dropping. “but you like it when i’m rough, right?”

her lips curled into a smirk. “right.”

the next second, their mouths crashed together, the kiss deep, hungry, desperate. sanzu groaned into her mouth, gripping the back of her neck to pull her closer, tongues tangling in a fight for dominance.

rindou, still smoking behind her, didn’t even flinch. he didn’t care—just let her grind against him as he exhaled a slow cloud of smoke.

between kisses, sanzu muttered, “wanna feel your mouth, but i’m already too fucking hard to wait.”

with that, he unbuckled his belt, freeing his cock, and y/n wrapped her fingers around him, sliding his length along her soaked slit, teasing.

“bitch, you really like to tease, huh?” sanzu growled.

before she could respond, he thrust inside her without warning, pulling a sharp, loud moan from her throat.

“haru—!”

but before the sound could echo, rindou clamped a hand over her mouth, his lips brushing against her ear as he muttered lazily, “shhh… i’m trying to remember something, y/n. don’t be too loud.”

as if sanzu wasn’t already fucking her into oblivion, as if he wasn’t buried to the hilt inside her, stretching her open like he owned her.

“haru, god—right there, right there!” y/n gasped, nails digging into sanzu’s arms as he fucked into her, relentless and precise. sometimes, sanzu was considerate. sometimes.

rindou, who had been watching behind her, finally leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “you can take another one, right?” his voice was low, taunting. “just like how you were when ran and i fucked you?”

her head lolled back against his shoulder, body already trembling. “gonna be too much, rin,” she mumbled, barely able to form the words.

rindou wasn’t having it. “i don’t care.”

before she could even process it, he was lifting her up slightly, adjusting her onto his lap. the sound of his belt unbuckling was the only warning she got before he spit into his palm, lazily coating his cock before pressing it against her.

“riiiiiin!!” her voice broke into a sob as he pushed inside, stretching her open with no real prep. she wasn’t ready for it, not after how deep sanzu had already been, but rindou wasn’t in the mood to wait.

he snapped his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt.

a tear slipped down her cheek. sanzu caught it before it could fall completely, gripping her jaw and pressing her cheeks together. “not so tough now, are we?”

her only response was to clench down around him, intentionally squeezing sanzu’s cock.

“fuck, y/n…” sanzu groaned, eyes rolling back for a second before he fucked into her harder.

rindou, ever so casual, took a long drag from his cigarette, lazily exhaling smoke into the air. when he finally finished, ran—who had been watching the whole time—wordlessly reached over, taking the cigarette from his brother like it was second nature.

rindou’s now free hands slid over y/n’s chest, groping her as he thrusted up into her. sanzu, on the verge of cumming, pulled out just in time, stroking himself over her skin.

“wanna paint you with my cum,” he muttered, and then, with a few jerks, he spilled over her tits, the warm mess dripping down her body as rindou continued fucking her.

“ew, man, fuck you. your cum got on my hand,” rindou complained, though he didn’t slow down in the slightest.

sanzu only chuckled, licking his lips as he admired the sight in front of him—y/n, covered in his cum, still getting wrecked on rindou’s cock.

he was already getting hard again, tempted to go another round, but before he could even open his mouth, ran stretched out from where he was sitting and drawled, “oi, it’s my turn.”

sanzu clicked his tongue but didn’t argue, adjusting his pants before plopping down on the couch beside rindou, who was still fucking into y/n like he had all the time in the world. sanzu grabbed himself a drink, smirking as he watched.

rindou’s fingers, still slick with sanzu’s release, smeared the mess onto y/n’s dress. “clean it up,” he murmured, bringing his fingers to her lips. obediently, she parted them, tongue gliding over his digits, licking up the filth.

ran watched with a smirk, his gaze dark. “rin, want her on all fours.”

without hesitation, rindou pulled out of y/n, leaving her empty and whimpering. a strong but measured push sent her toward ran, who caught her with ease.

rindou kneeled on the couch beside them, while ran—ever the gentleman, at least to her—helped y/n into position. with slow, teasing fingers, he unzipped her dress, grazing her bare skin before peeling the fabric off her trembling body. soft kisses trailed down her spine, sending shivers through her.

“mmm, ran…” y/n whimpered, her voice breathy.

he chuckled, the sound dark, as he unbuckled his belt and freed his cock. the teasing didn’t last long—ran lined himself up and rubbed his tip against her slick folds. behind her, rindou’s voice cut through the haze. “stick out your tongue.”

she obeyed instantly, lips parting, and rindou tapped his cock against her tongue, smearing precum along her lips.

ran, usually so composed, wasn’t gentle when he finally sank into her. his control shattered the moment her tight heat clenched around him, and he slammed into her with a force that had her crying out. he wasn’t sweet now. he was fucking her like a man starved, like she was something to ruin.

“fuck, you’re squeezing me so good,” he groaned, punctuating his words with sharp thrusts.

the rhythm of his movements rocked her forward, and rindou was quick to take advantage. fingers twisting in her hair, he yanked her head back just enough to keep her still. “keep your head still, y/n.”

then he shoved his cock past her lips.

rindou was rough, using her mouth like a toy, fucking her throat with no regard for how she choked and gagged around him. “wanna go all the way in,” he muttered, shoving deeper, groaning as she struggled to breathe. drool spilled from her lips, dripping down her chin in messy, glistening strings.

“look at you,” rindou taunted, his grip tightening in her hair. “so fucking messy and pathetic for us.”

y/n whimpered around him, and rindou groaned at the vibrations against her throat. ran’s hand snaked between her legs, fingers finding her clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles. the added pleasure had her legs shaking beneath him.

rindou, already on edge, cursed under his breath. “shit, y/n—gonna cum.”

with a few more thrusts, he spilled into her mouth, the warm, bitter taste coating her tongue. some dripped past her lips, but rindou wasn’t having that. with his thumb, he scooped up the mess, pressing it back against her lips.

“swallow it for me, baby.”

her lips wrapped around his thumb, sucking obediently as she swallowed every drop.

rindou’s expression softened slightly, fingers brushing over her cheek. when she instinctively leaned into his touch, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head before pulling away to fix himself.

but ran wasn’t done yet.

ran, the only one still fucking her, suddenly grabbed her arm, pulling her flush against his chest. his other hand slipped between her legs, fingers rubbing slow circles against her swollen clit. his arm caged around her neck, keeping her in place as he buried his face against her heated skin, groaning into the curve of her shoulder.

“fuck, y/n. you’re so wet, you feel how i’m sliding easily in you right now?” he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. ran was drunk on her—on the way her body swallowed him up, on the way she clenched around him like she never wanted to let go. “you’re sucking me in so good. like your pussy doesn’t wanna let me go.”

y/n arched her back, head falling onto ran’s shoulder as her mind clouded with nothing but pleasure. he fucked her so good—better than anyone. he knew exactly how to make her fall apart, how to tease, how to make her melt. unlike sanzu, who only cared about chasing his own high, ran knew how to take his time. how to ruin her just right.

his thrusts grew rougher, more erratic, his pace faltering as he neared his end. y/n could feel it. she was close, too.

chasing her own release, she turned her head, lips brushing against his neck. her tongue darted out, licking, kissing, sucking at the sensitive skin, and ran groaned deep from his chest. neither of them cared that the others were still in the room, too lost in the moment, too caught up in the pleasure of it all.

y/n’s moans came louder, sharper, and ran cursed under his breath, snapping his hips harder, faster.

without warning, pleasure surged through her, and she came, her walls pulsing tight around ran’s cock. the sensation dragged him under with her, his grip on her waist tightening as he gritted out, “shit, y/n… wanna fill you up. fuck—ugh, fuck—”

his hips stuttered, cock twitching, before he finally spilled inside her, warmth flooding deep. he rocked into her a few more times, slower now, riding out the pleasure.

y/n gasped for breath, body slumping against ran as exhaustion settled over her. he carefully pulled out, hands steadying her as he helped her plop onto the couch, her body spent. she laid there, stomach flat against the cushions, trying to pull herself together.

ran tucked himself back into his pants, grabbing a cigarette from his pocket. he lit it, exhaling smoke as he sat beside her. she barely stirred, too exhausted to move. instead, she lazily turned her head, resting it on his lap. still naked. still messy.

sanzu, the crazy bastard he was, grinned. he crouched beside y/n, pulling out a small packet of powder and pouring it down the curve of her back. then, with no warning, he leaned in and licked it off.

no one reacted. they were used to sanzu’s antics by now. y/n barely flinched, too tired to care.

but sanzu wasn’t done. he grabbed his phone, angling it just right. the screen flashed.

he smirked down at the picture—y/n, naked, messy, cum still dripping from her thighs. with a few taps, he sent it to their group chat.

his next message tagged the three who left earlier.

sanzu: what y’all missed out on.

the replies were instant.

takeomi: man, should’ve stayed there. kakucho, this is your fault.

kakucho: 👍

mocchi: fuck??

sanzu laughed, tossing his phone aside. he plopped down on the floor, resting his head against y/n’s ass like she was nothing more than a pillow.

he sighed in content, then turned to koko. “aren’t you gonna try her?”

koko scoffed. “i’m good, man. don’t wanna stick my dick where all your dicks just went.”

sanzu only shrugged. “your loss. this is literally the best pussy i’ve ever had. heaven.”

the room settled into a lazy silence. some were high, some were drunk, and some were simply too tired to move.

then sanzu broke the quiet again. “boss, your turn now?”

mikey had been there the whole time, watching from the shadows, unreadable as always. he finally stood, eyes cold.

“dress her up,” he ordered. “we’re going home.”

sanzu smirked. “you guys heard the boss.”

y/n whined, face still buried in ran’s lap. “but mikey… i’m too tired.” her pout was audible. “this is the first time you guys all went at me together. that’s not fair.”

sanzu rolled his eyes, already tired of her bratty attitude. “who do you think you are, not following boss’ orders? get up.”

he grabbed her, yanking her away from ran. their faces were inches apart now.

“i should’ve fucked mikey instead of you,” she huffed, eyes narrowing.

sanzu’s grip tightened on her ass, pulling her closer. “don’t act like you weren’t moaning like a bitch in heat earlier for me.”

before y/n could snap back, mikey’s voice cut through the tension.

“enough.”

sanzu let go.

rindou, quieter than the rest, grabbed her dress, helping her slip it back on. his fingers brushed over her shoulders, lips pressing soft kisses against her skin. a rare moment of tenderness.

y/n sighed, a small smile tugging at her lips.

mikey didn’t say another word. he turned on his heel, walking out without a goodbye.

y/n barely managed to stand, legs shaking, but she pushed herself to the door. “bye, boys!”

no one answered.

she followed mikey outside, slipping into the passenger seat of his car.

oh, she was in for a long night.

start | part 2

[izanacore]

new chapter of casual soon! it’s good to be back fr 🤭💗

[izanacore]

can’t have the time to open reqs so i’ll just collectively ask yall what u want and since smuts are the most requested in my inbox… 🙂‍↕️🥹 picking the top 2 highest votes 🫶🏼 if u guys want other characters u can reply below

[izanacore]

i’d like to think izana will be the responsible one in the sano household if he was like fully adopted in the family (literally grew up with them and he accepted mikey), but that’s just my hc. 🫠

[izanacore]

“the grudge” | ran haitani x reader

one-shot 𓂃⋆.˚

synopsis: she was always the reckless one. the black sheep—and he was her sister’s perfect husband. until one night turned into a habit. and now, she’s not just stealing kisses. she’s after everything her sister treasures most.

characters: ran haitani, fem!reader

warnings: smut (18+), explicit sexual content, noncon, dubcon, infidelity, slight somnophilia, manipulation, intoxication, degradation, rough sex, breeding kink implication, slapping, spitting, choking, face-fucking, cumplay, creampie, cigarette use, emotionally toxic dynamics, cheating, small age gap (implied), coercion, emotional manipulation, substance use, explicit language.

notes: a month of hiatus, and idk if this is a good fic for a comeback. as usual, lmk ur thoughts! i fucking love unhinged ran haitani. and as always, the apperance is bonten ran haitani—cause he’s chef’s kiss MWA <3

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it was past midnight when ran haitani woke up, the buzz of sleep fading as he stared at the ceiling. the room was quiet—his wife curled up beside him, breathing steady, peaceful.

it was his birthday.

earlier, she’d cooked dinner like she always did, even baked a cake for him. sweet, thoughtful, soft. the kind of wife who folded his laundry and left notes in his lunchbox. ran loves her. really, he does.

but sometimes… he misses the thrill of it all.

the chaos. the mess. the wildness.

he dragged himself out of bed and padded down the stairs, sighing as he reached the kitchen. opening the fridge, he grabbed a beer and leaned against the counter.

this was the life he chose. he knew that. but god, some nights it felt suffocating.

he took a slow sip, then stilled at the sound of shuffling—unsteady footsteps coming from the front.

he turned his head just as the lights flicked on.

y/n.

drunk. maybe even high. stumbling across the living room like her legs barely remembered how to walk.

ran’s jaw tensed as he watched her make her way to the staircase, pausing halfway, touching her head with a quiet curse.

“fuck…” she muttered, wincing.

he sighed. again with this.

he crossed the room and reached out. “here. let me help you.”

y/n didn’t argue. she slung her arm around his neck without hesitation, his hand firm around her waist as he guided her upstairs. her body was warm. too warm. pressed up against him like she had no idea what boundaries were—or maybe she did, and just didn’t care.

when they reached her room, ran opened the door and gently laid her down on the bed.

he stayed for a moment. just sat there, breathing, watching.

she was out of it—hair messy, eyes heavy-lidded, skin glowing under the soft light. she looked exactly like the kind of girls he used to chase before his life got quiet.

and she was wearing next to nothing.

tiny shorts. a crop top that barely covered anything.

and then—she started pulling it off.

his throat went dry.

the thin top hit the floor, leaving her in a laced bra that hugged her breasts too perfectly. his eyes dragged over her body, heat coiling low in his stomach.

his cock pressed against his sweats, painfully hard. he palmed it, trying to get a grip.

he shouldn’t want this. not her. not like this.

but y/n…

she was the kind of girl any man would want. beautiful. bold. sinfully tempting.

and ran haitani was no exception.

he needed to take care of the problem.

ran looked down at the bulge pressing tight against his sweats, throbbing with every breath he took. just a taste. that’s all. not like he was gonna fuck her.

just a taste.

that wouldn’t count as betrayal, right?

he slowly leaned forward, careful not to wake her—like she wasn’t already passed out in front of him, drunk and vulnerable, dressed in next to nothing.

he reached for her shorts, slowly unzipping them, tugging them down her thighs.

just a taste. that’s it. he swore. he was gonna leave after this.

her panties were next. he pulled them to the side and pressed his tongue against her cunt.

nothing.

she didn’t react at first. eyes still closed.

so he did it again.

again.

until he was licking her like he needed it to survive—like she was the only thing that could bring him back to life.

“ugh…”

that small sound—barely audible—was enough for ran to lose whatever restraint he had left.

he peeled the panties off completely, grabbed her thighs, and pulled her close to his face.

he devoured her.

licking, sucking, moaning into her cunt like he’d forgotten everything else in the world.

his tongue fucked her deep, messy and unrelenting. her body trembled, a moaning mess under him.

and then—

y/n’s eyes fluttered open.

she saw him. between her legs. ran haitani. her sister’s husband.

fuck, it turned her on even more.

finally. finally, something of her sister’s she could take.

the perfect, sweet sister everyone adored. the one who always did everything right. while she was the mess. the disappointment. the girl no one wanted around.

but right now? right now, she had the one thing that mattered most.

her sister’s husband.

maybe they were right. maybe she was evil.

fine. let her be.

she grabbed a fistful of ran’s hair and grinded herself on his mouth, moaning loud, needy, desperate.

“fuck!!”

he pulled away and quickly leaned over her, covering her mouth with his hand.

“shh…” he hissed. “you have to be quiet or we’re gonna stop this.”

he pulled his hand back—but y/n pushed it away without hesitation, glaring at him—defiant.

“i don’t fucking care. i want her to hear how good you are fucking me.”

his cock twitched at her words.

drunk. high. but not stupid.

she knew exactly what she was doing.

she wanted this. wanted him. wanted to ruin everything.

ran stared at her, eyes dark. “you’re evil.”

“and you like evil girls,” y/n smirked. “stop pretending to be a good fucking husband. it doesn’t suit you.”

before he could speak, she grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him—hungry, raw, reckless.

it was messy. spit and moans and teeth clashing.

god, this was what he missed.

not gentle touches or quiet, careful sex.

this.

she pulled away, breathless, and ran slid his hand back between her legs. his fingers slipped inside her with ease—two of them, fast and deep.

“fuck—” y/n moaned, her back arching.

ran pressed his lips to her neck, sucking, licking, biting like he couldn’t get enough of her skin.

she was coming undone beneath him, high and overstimulated.

“ran—shit—i’m cumming—”

“yes!! yes!!” she cried out, gripping his shoulders as her body tightened, shaking through her orgasm.

he pulled his fingers out and brought them to his lips, sucking her off of them while staring her down.

y/n bit her lip, cheeks flushed.

how the hell did he end up with someone like her sister?

she sat up and pulled him into another kiss, grinding against him as she climbed into his lap.

his hands gripped her waist, guiding her hips as they moved in sync, all heat and tension and desperation.

it was obsession—burning hot and all-consuming.

they kissed like they needed each other to breathe.

y/n pulled back, lips swollen, and whispered, “happy birthday, ran.”

he chuckled darkly, still holding her tight. “thought you forgot.”

she rolled her eyes. “i knew my sister would make some lovey-dovey shit for you tonight. i had to leave the house for a while.”

then she leaned close, lips brushing his ear.

“i’ll show you what a real birthday present looks like.”

she palmed his cock through his sweats, slow and teasing, watching it twitch under her touch.

then—smooth, bold—y/n pulled his pants down. his cock sprang free, thick and heavy, and she couldn’t help but lick her lips.

she yanked his shirt off next, and god—those tattoos, that lean muscle, the way he looked like sin wrapped in skin.

he should’ve never been with her sister. he belonged with someone like her.

ran couldn’t even think straight anymore. it’s been too long since he felt something this good.

he stood abruptly, grabbing her hair and forcing her onto her knees like it was second nature.

no warning.

he shoved his cock into her mouth with a low groan, one hand tangled in her hair, the other braced on his hip.

“fuck…”

her mouth was hot, wet, perfect—and the way she sucked him? like she was born for this.

like she’d done it a hundred times just for him.

ran lost control fast, his hips starting to move on their own, fucking her mouth with zero shame.

“such a fucking slut,” he growled, slapping her cheek lightly, eyes dark. “letting me use your mouth like this, huh?”

“you’re really the opposite of your sister.”

he gave her hair another tug, making her look up at him with teary eyes and ruined makeup.

“gonna fuck you every day now,” he said through gritted teeth. “gonna ruin this filthy mouth every time i need to get off.”

her life had already been a mess before this. y/n had been crashing at their place ever since she got kicked out of her parents’ house—drinking, partying, failing classes while her sister played the perfect role: quiet, graceful, top of her class, married right after college.

they were two years apart. but a world of difference.

and now, y/n was on her knees in the house her sister gave her—getting fucked in the mouth by the same man her sister loved.

and ran?

maybe their parents were right about him all along.

he was still the reckless bastard he used to be. no amount of marriage or clean slates could change that.

and it showed in the way he shoved his cock down y/n’s throat over and over again, spit and precum dripping down her chin, smearing across her chest.

her makeup was wrecked. but to ran, she looked like a fucking dream.

a dirty, dangerous dream he didn’t want to wake up from.

he spit on her. rubbed his cock across her cheeks. watched her tongue follow his every move like a desperate little thing.

“gonna cum,” he warned, voice hoarse.

he pulled out, gripped the base of his cock, and pumped it while she pressed her tits together, tongue out, ready to take it.

“fuck…” he muttered under his breath.

she looked too sexy—like a fucking pornstar in lingerie.

he came hard.

white streaks hit her face, her tongue, even her bra-covered tits.

but y/n wasn’t done.

she fondled her chest, sliding his cock between her soft breasts, using the push of her bra to squeeze them together.

ran’s head fell back. overstimulated. shivering.

“fuck this girl,” he thought.

it was too much.

he pulled away and laughed breathlessly, shaking his head. “enough,” he muttered. “you’re too fucking naughty.”

he leaned down and kissed her forehead while she was still on her knees.

“gonna go back to my room now. thanks for the present, baby.”

he turned to grab his pants—telling himself they didn’t actually fuck.

just got each other off. nothing more. it’s not cheating if there’s no sex, right?

but—

“we’re not done yet.”

her voice was soft. almost innocent.

ran turned back to her slowly.

“please, ran…” she stood up, eyes wide, playing the part of the sweet little sister.

“i need you.”

her hand slid down, guiding his to her soaked pussy.

“need you inside me. just a quick one…”

lies.

because it’s been nearly an hour now.

he’s balls-deep inside her, pounding her from behind while his wife—her sister—is asleep in the next room.

“ran… so good…”

she’s barely able to speak, voice cracking between gasps and moans.

face down, ass up.

his hand pressing her head into the mattress, her ass red and stinging from all the slaps.

wet, lewd noises filling the room with every thrust.

no shame.

no guilt.

just filth.

and it feels so fucking right.

one… two… even three rounds weren’t enough. they were still going at it like animals. every position. every angle. as if they’d been starving for each other for years.

right now, y/n was on top of ran, riding him like she owned him. her hips rolled slow and deep, greedy for every inch. ran groaned beneath her, hands all over her—palming her tits, fingers digging into her ass, lips dragging kisses down her neck.

“get off, y/n,” he warned, his voice strained. “i’m gonna cum—fuck.”

he tapped her thighs, trying to slow her down, but she only rolled her eyes at him.

stubborn little brat.

ran chuckled, breathless, trying to catch her mouth in a kiss, but y/n had other plans. she was pumping his cock with her hand, teasing him, getting him right to the edge—and the second she felt his body start to shudder, she slammed herself back down onto him.

“fuck—y/n,” ran growled, head falling back.

his hips bucked up on instinct, thrusting into her heat as he came inside her—no stopping it now. the way she clenched around him made his vision blur. the grip he had on her waist was bruising, but she loved it. she bounced through his orgasm, chasing her own, and within seconds, she was crying out too, cunt fluttering around his cock.

ran collapsed into her chest, sweaty and out of breath, his head resting against her shoulder while her arms wrapped around him.

she stroked his purple hair lazily, smirking like she just won the biggest prize of her life.

they stayed like that for a moment, basking in the filth and the afterglow.

“fuck, your parents were really right about you, huh?” ran muttered against her skin, still trying to breathe. “you’re a bad fucking girl.”

“just living up to their expectations,” y/n replied with a cocky grin, her eyes locked on his plump, kiss-bruised lips.

and because she couldn’t help herself, she leaned in and kissed him again—sloppy, slow, like they hadn’t just broken every boundary that existed.

after a few more minutes of making out, y/n finally pulled off of him and sat beside him on the bed, her thighs sticky with his cum.

“you got a cigarette?” ran asked, voice gravelly.

“mhm,” she nodded.

she leaned over to grab one from the bedside table, tossing him a lighter too. her tits swung slightly with the movement, and ran’s eyes followed them like he was hypnotized.

“mind if i smoke here?” he asked, already bringing the cigarette to his lips.

“i smoke here all the time. no big deal.”

she lit it for him, then dropped the lighter back on the table.

ran took a long drag, exhaled slow. it’s been so long since he last smoked. he quit when he got serious with his wife. but old habits die hard, and tonight, everything came back with a vengeance.

y/n climbed back into bed and laid her head on his chest, arms curling around his waist.

he was a little thrown off by the sudden clinginess. this was different. this was softer.

but still, he didn’t push her away.

instead, he gently brushed the hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear like he cared. and maybe he did. maybe just a little.

he smoked in silence, her holding onto him like he was hers.

and in her head, that’s exactly what he was.

she’d wanted him first. way back when she was a freshman, and he was a junior. they ran in the same circles. she saw him before her sister ever did. it was her who crushed on him first. it was her who wanted him. it was supposed to be her.

so now, it only made sense that she was the one wrapped around him like this.

she earned him. finally.

when ran finished his cigarette, he stubbed it out in the ashtray, then gently tapped her arms. “gotta go back now, princess.”

but y/n just held him tighter and shook her head.

he laughed quietly. “she’s gonna notice if i’m not there when she wakes up.”

“so?” y/n muttered, face buried against his chest. “let her. i don’t give a fuck about her feelings.”

typical y/n.

ran leaned down and kissed her temple. “i’ll make it up to you, okay?”

she rolled her eyes.

“i’ll see you in the morning.”

he kissed her once more, soft but short, then stood up and started pulling his clothes back on—like they hadn’t just committed the filthiest fucking sin in that bed.

like he didn’t just cum inside the wrong woman.

and still—he didn’t regret a thing.

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her morning was ruined the second she stepped into the kitchen.

there they were—her sister and ran—cuddled up, laughing, exchanging sweet little kisses like the man who was sucking her clit and fucking her brains out last night wasn’t sitting there acting like a picture-perfect husband.

y/n rolled her eyes.

disgusting.

she headed to the fridge, grabbed a water bottle, and slammed the door shut hard—just to make sure they knew she was there.

“woah, good morning, moody girl,” her sister teased, unbothered as she hopped off ran’s lap. she walked toward the kitchen counter, placing a bowl in front of y/n. “made you soup. figured you were drunk again last night, huh? what time did you even get home?”

too kind. always so kind.

“none of your business,” y/n muttered, barely sparing a glance, walking right past the breakfast her sister made and disappearing down the hallway.

her sister just sighed.

she always tried. always gave her love, her patience, her care. and y/n always shoved it back in her face. maybe that’s why it hurt more—because her sister never gave her a reason to hate her. but y/n did anyway.

ran watched it all. his wife’s disappointment. y/n’s attitude. he stood up and gently reached for her.

“i’ll talk to her,” he said.

she nodded, believing him. like she always did.

but that’s not what happened.

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“told you i’d be back in the morning,” ran whispered into y/n’s ear as he buried himself deep inside her.

y/n’s leg was hooked over his shoulder, her pussy slick and tight around him. ran angled himself just right, hitting her spot with every thrust—deep and deliberate.

“just gotta fuck that nasty attitude outta you, huh?” he growled, leaning in to slam into her harder. y/n clawed at the sheets, barely able to breathe through the pace he set.

“you fuck me so good… ugh, ran—”

“yeah?” he smirked. “you like getting ruined by your sister’s husband?”

y/n nodded desperately, mouth open, completely gone. she didn’t care anymore. about anything.

ran pulled out suddenly and flipped her on her stomach, pressing her flat to the bed. he slammed back in with a grunt, lips grazing her shoulder, then biting down as y/n cried out from the pressure.

“harder, ran, please!” she begged, eyes wet with tears.

he obliged. used her like a toy—slamming his hips into her, grabbing her wrists, pushing her into the mattress.

when she came, it was without warning—her body seizing up, legs shaking uncontrollably. ran felt it, loved it, and kept going.

he grabbed her by the hair, yanking her up so she was against his chest. y/n didn’t even resist. she let him do anything. everything.

his hand found her throat. his other hand rubbed her clit, overstimulating her while he pounded into her from behind.

“g-gonna cum again—” she choked out, crying now.

“good,” he muttered, slamming harder, faster. “fucking take it.”

he kissed her cheek, messy and open-mouthed, before groaning against her ear and spilling inside her again. not a drop spared. he stayed inside her, twitching, hips jerking involuntarily.

he laid her back down gently, pulled out slow. his cum spilled out of her ruined cunt and onto the sheets.

he kissed down her spine. across every bruise and mark he left.

they didn’t stop.

it happened again. and again. and again.

days turned to weeks. weeks to months. and still, his wife had no idea.

or maybe she did. but she was too kind, too naive to admit it.

until one morning—

“y/n… where’d you get that necklace?”

fuck.

y/n froze.

the necklace. she found it in ran’s car one night. tried it on. never gave it back.

“ah… this?” she said coolly. “my boyfriend gave it to me. why?”

and then—

her sister lit up.

eyes wide. soft little gasp. “oh? you have a boyfriend?!”

she looked genuinely happy. like she’d been waiting for that moment. like she believed—hoped—y/n had found someone who loved her.

“finally!” her sister smiled. “why didn’t you tell me sooner? oh my god, i wanna meet him.”

“i’ll bring him here soon,” y/n said casually, sipping her coffee like it wasn’t laced with venom.

her sister smiled, totally unaware. she had no idea the boyfriend y/n kept mentioning was her own husband.

“okay!” she chirped. “also—can you ask him where he got that necklace? we have the same one. ran gave it to me. i think i lost mine though, so i might have to drag him back there to get a new one.”

she laughed.

and y/n didn’t say a word.

because she wasn’t giving it back.

and she took her cruelty further.

she took photos of herself on ran’s phone—covered in his cum, fingers between her legs in front of the camera. made sure her face wasn’t visible. but the intent was crystal clear.

when it didn’t work, she went deeper.

she changed ran’s lockscreen to one of the pics. didn’t even care if it started a war.

his wife found it. of course she did.

they fought. argued. she cried. but still—she didn’t leave.

because she trusted him. too much.

too forgiving.

too fucking soft.

and that was the curse, wasn’t it?

her sister’s kindness was the very thing that broke y/n. the comparisons, the pressure, the perfection.

and now—she was gonna return the favor.

soon, she was going to break her too.

piece by piece.

starting with the one thing her sister cherished most—

ran haitani.

[izanacore]

i’m back, you guys!! publishing the ran haitani smut fic as promised for his birthday. it’s a little late, but better than nothing 😭🤚🏻🤚🏻🤚🏻

[izanacore]

been reading the latest tr fics here in tumblr and all i can say is that honestly some reminds me of your writing YOU ARE THE STANDARD QUEEN !!!

aaa no 🙂‍↕️ im still new compared to the other writers here so if there is someone who is THE standard, it should be them <33 thank u so much for appreciating my writing tho!! 💗

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“1 chapter a day” MY ASS it’s been a month GURLLL 😒🤚🏻

guys, i’ll just finish ch 6 real quick i’m sorry for not updating casual today. i got real busy, but it’s finished—just a little proofread!! i achieve to upload 1 chapter a day as much as i could so… bye and leave likes n comments nyahahaha ch 6 will be out later so stay tuned <3 (double updates if im generous and consider it as compensation for not uploading yesterday)