Although even in a rage of anger, he does not forget to help you off his bike. His grip on you is tight and he’s not making any eye contact. A sick nervous feeling sits in your throat, not prepared for the argument that is sure to come. You hear him stomping around and angrily muttering to himself.

“Y/n, inside. Now.” His harsh tone makes you avert your eyes to your feet as you walk through the door he holds open. The door slams shut and Ran is finally able to release all his anger.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?! The fuck do you think you were doing?!” He questions you, a sharp glare matches his harsh words directed at you. You can’t look at him, afraid to see anything but the soft look in his eyes he usually looks at you with. However, he wont stand for that and wants your full attention.

“Look at me when I talk to you” The authority in his voice has you shifting nervously before locking eyes with him.

“M’sorry Ran” You mumbled out, gaze averting his once more. He scoffs and crosses his arms.

“Sorry my ass, d’you know how fuckin’ stupid what you just did was? You could’ve been hurt if Rindou wasn’t there to save your ass,” Ran spits out.

You truly didn’t mean to make him angry, you honestly moved without thinking. You, Ran, and Rindou had been walking around Roppongi after going out for lunch when some low grade gang ambushed the Haitani’s. Ran had instructed you to go into the nearest store, somewhere in public where you could blend in with the crowd easily, but something was telling you to stay right where you were.

You shuffled to a corner, far enough away but close enough to step in if needed. Though, you should have more faith in your boys, seeing as in mere seconds they had already taken out more than half the rival gang. You had been about to follow Ran’s orders and walk away, until you noticed something out of the corner of your eye. A boy who had been previously beaten was back for revenge, a pipe in hand and ready to strike Ran as he kicked at a man on the ground.

You moved without thinking calling out Ran’s name as you pushed the attacker causing him to stumble, however he was quick to regain his footing and now making you his new target. He raised his arms to swing, but due to a swollen eye he missed Rindou coming in his blind spot and taking him down before he could lay any harm on you.

A strong arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you into their chest. You recognized Ran’s panting from behind you, he spins you around to face him. His eyes frantic and full of fear as he checks over your body for any injuries. Once he concludes your fine, the anger comes.

Once he assures the fight is over and Rindou is safe, He drags you to his bike, not even bidding his brother goodbye, practically threw the extra helmet at you and placed you atop his bike. After going way above the speed limit and totally ignoring road laws, you and Ran ended up in his kitchen.

“I know…but you were gonna get hurt. I didn’t mean to not listen to you” Your voice is soft and quiet, not wanting anger him more with an attitude.

“I would rather take a blow to the head than have even a scratch on you. You scared the shit out of me, I don’t want you to do anything like that again. Leave the fighting to me and Rindou” Ran’s glare softens as he seems to be calming down. He uncrosses his arms and makes his way over to you. You have half the mind to step back, but you know he would never hurt you.

His rough hands tilt your chin over and up to look at him. Ran is not one to apologize, stubborn and confident, he never sees how he is in the wrong. Although he is not sorry for the reason behind his anger and he thinks how he reacted to you disobeying him was pretty mellow to how he truly wanted to act, he does think that he could have handled his anger against you a little better. His lilac eyes swim with emotion; love, anger, sorrow.

“I can’t make any promises. I won’t just stand there and watch you get hurt Ran, not if I can stop it,” Your hand reaches out and grabs his, fingers entwining. His grip is tight on you as if he’s scared you might slip away.

He doesn’t reply to you. You know he isn’t happy with your words, but he can’t really be mad seeing as he feels the same towards you. Hell would freeze over before he lets anyone lay a finger on his girl.

He sighs before letting go of your face and leaning down to bump foreheads with you, then placing his head in the crook of your neck. His eyes are closed, you think he might be collecting his thoughts and calming himself down as he rests his body against yours. You lift the hand not in his to wrap around his neck and pull him closer, then slowly untwine your hand with Ran’s to wrap the other around him. His own arms are quick to tightly slither around your waist.

You know for the rest of the day, maybe even tomorrow, you’ll have to baby him to make up for the fear you caused him to feel. You’re sure your not forgiven yet, by either of the Haitani’s. You know as soon as Rindou arrives home you’ll get a grumbled lecture for your stupidness.

“Ran, do you want to lay down?” You whisper into his ear, causing a shiver to run down his spine. He lifts his self from you, standing at his full height towering over you.

One hand of his slides up to cup your cheek and you nuzzle you face closer to his cold hand. A small smile graces his pretty face at your actions. He leans down once more, his lips hovering over yours. You feel his warm breath fan across your lips.

“Please don’t leave me, I can’t lose you. You worried me today,” He whispers against your lips, his eyes cloud over in doubt. Doubt of himself and if he was enough to protect you. He doesn’t know what he would do with himself if he let you get hurt, or worse.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Haitani” You breath out before finally pressing your lips against his. As if made for one another, your lips mold perfectly together.

Emotions not said aloud are made known through the kiss, feelings of love shared between the two of you, apologies of former behavior, and forgiveness. You pull away for a moment to catch your breath before diving right back in to pepper kisses all over Ran’s face. With each kiss you mumble out whispers of your love fore him, causing a love sick smile to stretch across his face. His eyes open slowly as he gazes at you with adoration in his eyes, his mood taking a full 180° from what it was earlier. You have that affect on him, calming even his greatest emotions with just your presence.

Without another word you were lifted up into his strong arms as he carries you into his room, “ I think you owe me for all the worrying you caused…and maybe a punishment later as well for disobeying me”.

You’re not sure what that punishment entails, but if it’s anything you’re thinking of, you’ll welcome it with open arms…or legs…

Ran sat on the front step of his old house, burning cigarette in one hand and in the crumpled and slightly ripped photo of your ultrasound in the other. Dead violet eyes bore into the grey and black photo, barely visible was the small circle of his child.

The photo he had was from around five weeks of your pregnancy, but weeks have flown by now, you must be around ten or twelve weeks now. Although, he wasn't very sure what day it was or how much time had past since he left you.

Ran mostly spent his days in bed, thinking about what he was to do. He hadn't even told Rindou of your pregnancy, in fact he hadn't really talked to his brother much these past few weeks. He hasn't talked to anyone.

After a week Rindou began to really worry.

At first he thought you both had an argument that would be solved in a few days, but the way Ran was acting was nothing like he acted when you both had argued before. Rindou feared that you had broken up with Ran. He knew how much his brother loved you, and with the obvious hearts in your eyes when you looked at Ran, he was sure you loved him just as much.

When Rindou came home that evening he decided enough was enough. Ran sat outside with a box of empty cigarettes, ones he knew he had went out and bought that morning, the last burning out in his hand. Ran's long messy hair was obviously unwashed for several days, his eyes drooped more than usual with eye bags under them. He even seemed thinner despite his already lanky figure.

Seeing his brother in this state is what made Rindou take action. He looked up to Ran, he admired how strong headed he was no matter what was thrown his way. Haitani Ran was a proud man with an ego larger than large, always wearing stylish clothes with a handsome face and perfect hair. He had vigorous routines he stuck to to care for his beloved hair and for his skin. So much so he pressured Rindou into the same routines.

The man in front of Rindou was now merely a shell of who his brother once was.

Rindou ripped the cigarette out of his brothers hand and threw it to the ground, putting it out with his foot. He looked up at his brother with a disappointed look upon his face.

"What the fuck are you doing Ran," He questions, "This isn't like you at all, what the hell happened between you and Y/n?".

Ran doesn't reply, but Rindou notices the watery look to his eyes once your name is mentioned.

Slowly, Ran leans forward and hands the photo that he held tightly out for his little brother to take.

Giving him a strange look, Rindou snatched the photo from him and looked at it. Shock and dread immediately shows on his face.

"Congrats Rin, you're gonna be an uncle"

Rindou locks eyes with his older brother, violet eyes boring into a duller shade of the same color. He searches his face, looking for any sign of this being some sort of sick joke.

Once he finds nothing, something snaps inside of Rindou.

"What the hell are you doing here moping around like some fuckin' idiot for? You're just gonna knock Y/n up and leave her? You gonna be just like dad and ditch your kid before they're even born?" Rindou spits out a look of disgust on his face as he looks at Ran.

The Haitani brothers always held a strong hatred for their absent father, leaving their poor and sick mother to scrape what little they had together and provide for her small family. He had not stayed for Rindou's birth, but Ran had told him enough about their father. How he hurt their frail mother and young Ran, how he would take their mothers hard earned money to buy drugs or alcohol, how he would disappear for days at a time. It was safe to say Rindou despised their father terribly and to see a similarity in his brother with him caused a storm of emotions to wash over him.

"She means that little to you? huh?!" Rindou's voice starts to raise at he angrily yells at his brother.

"Of course not I love her-" Ran begins softly.

"Then what the fuck is your problem?! Why did you leave her?! You know what, get up. Get your self cleaned up, you are going to Y/n's right now. I'm tired of seeing you like this," Rindou grabs his brothers arm and hauls him up and into the house.

He pulls him through the home and practically throws him into the bathroom and slams the door shut. He could hear Rindou stomping away from the door, angrily mumbling as he went.

Ran is shocked. Standing starring at the door, eyes wide and mouth hung open. Never had Rindou acted so assertive towards him, he wasn't sure if he should be angry at him or thankful for the wake up call.

Deciding on having a talk with him later, Ran shuffles over to the bath and turning the water on. As the tub fills he glances over and catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror.

The man he sees is unrecognizable. Dull, he thinks. all color drained from his pale skin, showing the blue veins winding down his arms and purple bags under his eyes. The only color is the angry red around his swollen eyes.

The tub is finally filled and Ran climbs inside, water sloshing onto the floor as he settles in. The water is cold, but he doesn't seem to mind. Too numb to care.

He deserves this. This pain and self loathing. How could he just up and leave you like that? What kind of fucked up person does that to someone they love? Someone so kind and thoughtful like you.

Does he really deserve to go back to you? To be apart of your child's life? To be apart of you again? He honestly doesn't think so. Ran believes you need someone more stable, both mentally and in life.

Someone who has a good job with a steady income, a good future ahead of them. Someone who is reliable and responsible, the perfect image of someone your able to take home to your parents. Someone who doesn't up and leave once life gets hard. And as painful as it is, Ran knows that that isn't him. Could never be him.

Ran closes his eyes and lets out a sigh, slowly he slides down until his face is submerged in the icy water.

The sounds around him instantly muffle under the water. As he sits his mind drifts to you, your laughter, and sweet voice. Your soft skin and pretty hair and the way it felt against his fingers.

He thinks about the way you would whisper sweet nothings to him when you thought he fell asleep, a dopey smile gracing your lips he oh-so loved to kiss.

He sinks further into the water, melting into the memories of you and him.

The sound of thunder rumbled across the sky as you finished your homework for the week, glad to be in the last year of highschool. The workload seemed less overwhelming. You laid down on the couch, your feet and back ached and you were so happy to relax. With the sound of rain pattering against your windows, you began to drift off.

A knocking on your door startles you awake. With an annoyed sigh, you groan as you sit up and shuffle to the door. You place a hand on your stomach and rub it affectionately as you walk.

Pulling open the door, the man standing in front of you causes your absentminded smile to drop. You both stand in silence, observing each other.

His hair was down, dark tresses dripping with water from the rain onto his wrinkled shirt. He's not looking at you, but you notice his gaze directed to your stomach. He shuffles his feet, rocking back and forth. Something you noticed him do when he was nervous, a rare occurrence.

Feeling a drop of rain on your face shakes you out of your trance, you realize its still raining and Ran is getting soaked.

You step back and gesture for him to come in, unsure if you would be able to talk with the lump in your throat. He hesitates, but only for a moment before he slips past you and into the apartment.

He stands awkwardly, as if it was his first time in the apartment, as if he hadn't lived here before everything.

You ignore him for the moment, running to the bathroom and grabbing a towel for him to dry off with. Seeing as he wasn't going to move any time soon, you grab his arm and pull him into the living room. You push him onto the floor and sit on the couch behind him, taking the fluffy towel you began to dry his hair.

Neither of you speak, both unsure of what to say or how to even start a conversation. What does one say in this situation? Were you to scream and hit him? Curse him for making you feel the things you’ve felt these last few weeks?

You want to. Truly, you wish to drag him by his hair and throw him out, all while calling him every derogatory word you knew. You wanted him to hurt just as you had when he walked out on you and your unborn baby. You were just a kid too, you were scared and confused. Just the same as him. You wondered, why should he be the only one able to up and run away from this? It was unfair. You wanted to run away too.

But you weren’t going to.

Weren’t really able to honestly. You loved Ran, so much so you think he could do anything to you and you would forgive him. It’s terrible and self deprecating, but you knew no matter what, he would always have your heart. You wanted nothing more to be by his side. These past weeks were hell for you, thinking you would never be with your Ran again. The baby helped a little. Slowly you came around to the idea of having the child, because if you can’t have Ran, then maybe having a piece of him forever will suffice.

Unfortunately, all this thinking and Ran finally being back caused a surge of emotions to suddenly rush over you. You blame it on the pregnancy. Tears began to fill your eyes and a sob bubbles up your throat.

Dropping your arms you lean forward, resting your head against Ran's back and begin to sob.

"Why? Why did you leave me Ran? What's wrong with me?" You began to ramble out, words cracking with hiccups from yoir crying, " It hurts, hurts so much.  I'm scared Ran, I don't wanna do this alone".

Hearing your sobs causes a white pain to climb up Ran's throat, his eyes beginning to sting with tears. He feels frozen in place. He wants to hold you, god does he wish he could just sweep you up and calm you, but he feels like his right to do that left the same time he walked out on you. He needs to fight against this feeling.

Though, in these past few weeks Ran finds he's not as strong as he presents himself as. Slowly, as to not have you fall forward, Ran removes the towel from his head and turns to face you. Glassy violet eyes meet your gaze,. He searches for a moment, anything to signal him to stop, but once he finds none he is quick to wrap his arms around you. His hands twisted tightly around your shirt, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

He lets out a heart breaking sob mixed with rambles of "I'm sorry's" and words your not sure you understand. You feel your shirt dampen from his tears and his still damp hair, but you ignore it and wrap your own arms around him.

He seems much smaller in this moment. You push back your resentment towards him for the moment and begin to run your fingers through his hair. You knew he was breaking down after days, weeks, months and years of hardships he’s stored away. Finally he let’s everything out. Always putting up a front of the responsible big brother, never letting his true emotions show. You think it might be okay to let him cry it out and let go of everything from the past in this moment. This once, you think he might need someone to look after him.

He stays wrapped in your arms for a long time, apologies falling from his lips every so often and each time you shush him and urge him to breath. You shove your own emotions down for later in order to calm him down.

Finally his sobs seem to subside, his breathing much steadier. He pulls away reluctantly from you, but he’s quick to reattach himself to you again. His head rests on your lap, he lies sideways in order to face your growing stomach. His arms wrapped around you tightly once more. Your hand seems to have a mind of its own as you reach down and move the hair out of his eyes.

“Rindou is already shopping for baby clothes. Saw him buying stuff on my way out,” Rans hoarse voice cuts through the silence. A smile crosses your face at the image in your head of him doing so.

“He’ll be a great uncle,” You say. He might hide his excitement, letting his cool guy attitude not be broken, but you already knew the moment he met his niece or nephew, his persona would break and he would do anything for them.

“N’you’ll be a great father,” Your statement causes a new wave of tears flood Ran’s eyes. He didn’t think so, afraid he would turn out like his own, but maybe if your with him he can be.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry for everything. I shouldn’t have done that to you. I spent days in bed regretting it, not sure how to face you again after that,” Ran sits up so he is face to face with you. He grabs your hands and hold them to his chest, right above his heart.

“I’ll be better, for you and baby. I promise. I’ll be here for everything, right by your side holding your hand. Okay? It’s gonna get hard, but as long as we are together, we can do anything. We’re gonna be the best parents ever, your gonna be the best momma out there. I’ll be sure of it,” He speaks with such a definite tone that you have no choice but to agree with him.

You’re still hurt, and you and Ran still have a lot of talking to do. It will take a long time for him to make up for the hurt he caused, but you’re sure he already knew that.

“Then I’ll hold you up to that promise, Mr. Haitani”

He’s never liked hospitals, although who really does anyway? But, this might be the first time he might like them. Tonight he’ll meet his baby. His little girl he’s loved since the moment you told him of your pregnancy, even if he didn’t know that quite yet.

It was around four in the morning when things seemed to settle down, and Ran had been the only one awake. It was a long ten hours, full of excitement, fear, and tears.

Rindou sat slouched over fast asleep, head resting on the left side of your bed. His hair was a bit messy from your fingers running through his hair, an attempt to calm his jittering and lull him to sleep. To be honest, you both thought Rindou was more excited to meet his niece way more than you two.

You laid out like a light on your bed, tired out from the hours of birthing and speaking with the medical personnel that seemed to float in and out of the room constantly. Your hair was messy, your face bare with no makeup. Tubes were sticking out of here and there and a too big hospital gown on, you didn’t feel your prettiest at the moment, but Ran found you to be the most beautiful person he had ever seen, the light above you seeming to cover you in a soft glow, much like a halo. His angel.

Ran sat across the room, observing his little family. Next to him was the small crib that held his daughter. Only a few hours old and she already had her father wrapped around her little finger. He thought she was beautiful, just like her mom, even if you could already tell she would look just like her dad.

He knew things weren’t over, and would probably get even harder for the two of you now that the baby is here. He’s still scared of messing up again, but as he watched a small smile stretch across his baby’s face when he first held her, he knew he would do his best for her.

He knew the moment he saw the two of you together, baby screaming and covered in blood and blue resting on your chest, with love and pride swelling in his chest, he found that everything would be okay.

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Sobs wracked through your body. You’re not sure how long you’ve sat here crying, shocked at how there was still tears left to cry.

You had just gotten back from the doctors office, the news of your diagnosis causing you to stumble to your apartment in a haze. The papers from your visit crumpled up in your fist tightly. Your mind was racing minutes ago, but now its blank. What should you think? What do you do in this situation?

What would anyone who is seventeen and just found out they were pregnant do?

You should tell him. he deserves to know right? He is the father. He is at as much fault for this as you are, why shouldn’t you tell him?

Thoughts of his reaction to your pregnancy swirl through your head. He wouldn’t be happy. he’s a delinquent, he lives a dangerous life not fit for a baby. He barely has time to see you, how would he be able to help you raise your child? He would kick you out, leaving to never speak or see you again. He was a good looking man who could get everything he wanted, getting another girlfriend to replace you would be so easy. Easier than dealing with you and your baby.

“Y/n? are you home?” His deep voice rings out through the house. You feel your heart drop to your stomach, now you must face your worst fear. Ran is going to leave you.

“Y/n, how did the- hey, hey, hey whats wrong? why are you crying sweetheart?” Ran finds you on the floor of your shared room. He slowly kneels down next to you and pulls you into his chest. Rubbing comforting circles on your back with one hand, while running his fingers through your hair with the other.

A mix of his name and a sob came bubbling out of your mouth as you cried out for him, he feels his heart break at this. He shushes you, encouraging you to take deep breathes as he gently rocked you in his embrace.

“Shhh, honey calm down it’s alright, I’m here now,” He whispered into your hair, leaving small kisses on the crown of your head.

You both sat entwined for a good few minutes. noticing your breathing was much steadier than when he found you, Ran pulled you back a bit to look into your face. He raises his hands to cup your cheeks, wiping away all the stray tears.

“What happened baby?” He questions you, concern lacing his quiet and raspy voice. A small reassuring smile on his face.

You cant do it.

You cant tell him.

Ran was everything to you. You loved him more than anything. You knew him like the back of your hand, you knew how he would react to this. Ran is going to leave you. You can feel your heart starting to break, a dull pain in your chest along with a sick feeling in your gut.

unable to speak, you unclench your fist to present the crumpled papers to him. confusion crosses his face for a moment before he takes the paper to read. You watch as a wave of emotions crosses over his face, shock, anger, fear, sadness.

“Ran” Your voice is much stronger than before, “ I’m pregnant”. Hearing you say it seems to make the reality of the situation hit the both of you. The severity of it and the consequences that will come with it.

His violet eyes seem dull as they look up at you, a large contrast from the usual loving gaze he usually has. He’s quiet, uncharacteristically so. You take this as a bad sign.

He stands from the ground suddenly, leaving you to tumble a bit out of his lap. Papers still clutched in his hands, the photo of your ultrasound front and center showing off the growing child in you. He looks towards the door, then back down to you.

Not once does he speak.

The look in his eyes, however, convey his thoughts. Ran is still a kid, he’s young and stupid. In no way is he ready to raise a child, financially or mentally. He knows he loves you, never would he doubt his love for you, but he is not ready for this. To be a father.

“Ran…what’s-why aren’t you saying anything,” You whispered. A new wave of sadness crashing onto you causing tears to fall once more. finally you feel your heart completely break.

You knew what was to come any minute now, but you prayed that that moment would never come. You prayed that Ran would give you his soft smile that always made you melt and assure you that everything was okay, that he was going to be right there for you every step of the way. He practically raised Rindou already, you knew he would be a good father. You knew he had it in him.

A life you fear you may never experience flashes through your mind. Visions of him with your baby, playing in the living room or him pushing them on the swings at the park where you and Ran met filled your mind. You wondered who the child would look like, probably Ran, you’ve noticed the Haitani genes are quite strong. What would you name the child? Maybe a type of flower much like their father and uncle.

Once again sobs wracked through you, breathing becoming hard and tears clouded your vision. Ran doesn't attempt to console you as he did before.

With one last glance at your broken figure on the floor, he took one step, then another and another until he was at the door. Heart pounding in his chest, his mind was racing and he could feel his own eyes start to swell up with tears. He could hear your broken cries from the front door, each sob from you breaking his heart. Everything in him told him to turn around and dry your tears and calm you down.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts, before reaching for the handle of the door. Pocketing the paperwork you had given him, he steps outside of your apartment.

Shutting the door, he’s now unable to hear you, but no relief comes to him. He lets out a sigh as he wipes away the tears formed in the corner of his eyes. Straightening up, Ran puts up his facade, the usual bored unbothered look on his face, before he begins his walk out of the building.

Almost every year, Bonten held a large ball for its members and its allies to show the gangs gratitude towards them and their work.

The grand events took place in extravagant venues that rivaled castles, with food fit for gods, and of course, the open bar full of drinks you have never even heard of—all courtesy of the gangs treasurer, Kokonoi, of course.

The party was wonderful and was sure something to be talked about for a long time, but the night was slowly coming to an end. People began to say their goodbyes and thank you’s before exiting; servers began cleaning tables and the band had announced that they were on their last song.

Despite all the signs that show you as well should be leaving, at the first strum of the guitar, Rindou had you up and heading towards the dance floor with him. You both were quick to wrap your arms around each other tightly, immediately falling into step with the rhythm of the music.

Rindou twirled the two of you across the floor, small loving smiles graced the both of your faces. Life married to a executive gang member was at times lonely and dangerous, but moments like this where you could hold and be held by your lover with no care in the world, would be memories you cherished and looked forward to.

Drawing you in closer, Rindou rests his forehead to yours as he begins to whisper his proclamations of love and thanks for being by his side for so long. Tilting his head, he begins to place small kisses to the crown of your head. You feel your face heat up at his actions. Rindou wasn’t one to be upfront with his emotions so when he got in his romantic moods it always caused you to become flustered.

From childhood friends to lovers, life with a Haitani was always chaotic. There had been times of doubt and many heartaches, but you would live through all the difficulties again if it meant you would end here in your husbands loving embrace. Looking up into Rindou’s pretty violet eyes, you could practically make out the hearts in them. A rare smile spreads across his face, seeing the same look in your eyes as well. He whispers teasing words to you at this.

“You really love me huh? Your such a sap, princess,” He spoke softly next to your ear, the low tone sent shivers down your spine.

“You’re the one who has my name tattooed, my love. I think the sap is you,” You teased back at him.

“Damn right, I’ve got the prettiest girl as my wife. You got me wrapped around your little finger, baby. You know I’d do anything for you.”

You placed your head atop his chest to hide the dopey smile that you couldn’t seem to hide from him. Feelings of happiness and love flowed through your body.

Time began to move slowly, lost in the sound of the music. Your feet moving rhythmically at each strum of the guitar .The small crowd and the room around you began to slowly fade around you. Only you and Rindou remained, in a lovers embrace slowly dancing into the night.

“Come on pretty girl, just one line?” Sanzu pouts at you, batting his pretty long lashes to add to his puppy dog eyes.

“No, Haruchiyo, I would appreciate it if you were somewhat sober when you meet my friends,” You reply, trying your best to not give in to his poor thing act.

You sat perched on one of sanzu’s thighs, you both wrapped around each other on one of the soft couches in the VIP areas of some random club owned by Bonten. The rest of the gang was scattered throughout the room, a few playing a game of poker, some chatting about business, and others messing with their current escorts.

You had been waiting for a few of your friends to arrive, it would be the first time they would be meeting your boyfriend and you were excited for some of your favorite people to meet finally.

“But babe, I promise one wont even do much! It’ll give me a lil’ extra courage to meet your little friends s’all,” Sanzu whined leaning his head against yours, repeatedly mumbling small “please”’s out.

With a heavy sigh you decided to give in, you were never one to ever be able to say no to him, you think you’ve spoiled him a little too much lately.

“Give me the bag,” You said holding out your hand.

Sanzu glanced at you confused. While you dabbled in drugs before, you weren’t an avid user of them and mostly stayed away from them, so asking for them threw him off but, nonetheless, he reached into his suit pocket and placed the small baggy of cocaine into your awaiting palm. After saying a quick thanks, you swung your leg over to straddle Sanzu, his hands seemed to instinctively place themselves over your hips.

“Watcha’ doin’ baby?” Sanzu questions, watching your every move with curiosity.

You hush him by slowly dipping one finger into his mouth, though still a little confused he goes along with it and immediately starts to suck on your finger. After a moment, you pull away and dip the same finger into the bag of cocaine, collecting the drug onto your finger before bringing it back up to your own mouth. With heavy lidded eyes, Sanzu watches as you rub the powder all over your top and bottom gums.

Once finished, you grabbed Sanzu’s tie jerking him forward and smashed your lips together. Immediately, Sanzu reacts with a deep groan and kisses you back, his tongue quickly entering your mouth to lap up the drug you had just caked onto your gums.

Once out of breath, Sanzu slowly pulls away, heavy breathing and eyes full of adoration, “You’re so perfect f’me…..will you marry me?”, He slurs out, a dopey smile spreads across his face stretching his diamond scars.

His reaction causes you to let out a small laugh before once more bringing his lips back on to yours. His grip tightens around your waist before his big hands travel lower to cup your ass, giving a hard squeeze that makes you whimper into the kiss. Your own hands go from his tie to wrap one hand up into his hair— adding a few tugs that cause him to moan into your mouth—and the other wraps around his shoulders. Sanzu continues to swipe at your teeth as the both of you feel up each other’s bodies and at some point, Sanzu had started to grind you down onto his growing bulge, causing small whimpers to fall from your mouth.

Suddenly, a buzzing sound beside you catches your attention; your phone alerting you of a text. Pulling away from Sanzu’s mouth, much to his dismay, you read the message that was from your friends.

“looks like they’re here. Will you join me to go fetch them?” You asked with a small smile, brushing the rose pink hair that had fallen into Sanzu’s eyes out of they way.