Ranmaru did not necessarily believe in luck.
He was a practical, stoic, pragmatic man who believed that the world was what you make it and superstitions were for old ladies and Reiji.
If he did believe, however, he would have said that, at this moment, he was possibly the world's most and least fortunate man at the same time.
On the one hand, he was ecstatic that his most ardent desire of late had been given breath. He had been granted a date with you. You, who had filled his mind every waking hour and been the focus of all of his dreams. He could feel himself grinning at the thought.
On the other hand, you had just been on another date with his fellow band member, Camus. A man so sophisticated and handsome that women had physically thrown themselves at him in the past. He was rich, intelligent, suave and a little too easy on the eyes. That was a hell of an act to follow.
He had been determined, when he had selected his number, to ignore the fact that there were six others before him but that had changed at this morning's rehearsal for Quartet Night's newest music video.
They were all sweating after their sixth run through of their dance routine and, after dousing himself from a water bottle, Camus had stripped off his workout vest - to Ranmaru's shock, revealing several fresh scratches along his shoulderblades.
Shock turned to burning jealousy when Camus smiled as he caught their reflection in the mirror, gently running his hand over the marks and biting his lip at some scintillating memory.
"Oh, sweetheart…" he purred, closing his eyes.
Ranmaru did not stay for a seventh practice run. He, instead, went immediately to his dorm room and took out his frustration through his bass guitar - unable to shake the image of those scratches nor the desperation he felt to have some of his own.
A few minutes after 12, Ranmaru laid down his guitar and soothed his overworked hands under the tap.
Somewhere after his tenth playthrough of a particularly aggressive riff, he had come the the realisation that, by spending his time fixation over your… evening with Camus, he was wasting the time he had with you.
Sure, he wasn't exactly certain what he was supposed to ask you to do but…. Goddammit, he hadn't even planned anything!
Growling at his own stupidity, he resigned himself to that fact that he would have to wing it.
Fantastic.
You had just finished your lunch when Ranmaru arrived, practically sprinting into the room.
As he reached you he attempted to look haughty and cool but ended up just looking hot and bothered.
"Y/N," he grinned, taking great effort not to huff and puff, "Hey! Uh...how...how was lunch?"
He could have punched himself. How was lunch?!
For God's sake, he was sixth! After Camus! What was the chance that he'd started off with "How was lunch?"? He probably showered you in flowers and- Flowers! He should have brought flowers! Shit!
You blinked, surprised at his apparent urgency to ask about your meal.
"Hi, Ranmaru," you smiled tentatively, "it was fine, thanks… so, uh, how are y-"
Your pleasantries were interrupted,
"I was wondering if you'd like to take a walk with me?"
He tried his best to seem casual but his stomach was doing somersaults and his voice was just a tad too loud.
'God fucking dammit! Could you sound more like a child?!' he thought, trying with all his might to play off his inner embarrassment.
"Oh!" you smiled, stifling a giggle at his painfully obvious fluster, "Sure! Yeah, I'd like that, Ran! Let me just grab my coat,"
As you trotted off to your dorm room, Ranmaru smiled despite himself.
You had called him "Ran".
"So," you asked, as you strolled past the shops in the town centre, "Where are we going?"
You had been walking with a sense of purpose ever since you reached the town and you were puzzled by Ranmaru's silence on your destination.
"You'll see," he smiled at you, directing you down another street, "almost there,"
With every turn he hoped more and more that you weren't going to laugh in his face.
He had decided to show you a side of himself that not even his band members perceived.
He trusted you.
He couldn't necessarily explain this trust, however. None of the girls he had been with in the past had even merited the consideration of showing them this side but, with you, he felt that he had to open.
Somehow you were that important.
"Here we are," he said, half grimacing at the anticipated rejection.
Whatever eventual locations you had been guessing at in your mind, this was certainly not one of them.
You were standing in the doorway of the local cat shelter. It was somewhere that you had passed occasionally, but you had never been in. It was a nice enough place, you supposed, but you were unsure about how this related to your date.
Unsure of what to say, you waited for a moment for Ranmaru's clarification.
He didn't meet your eyes, instead staring blankly ahead. His hands balled at his sides and he took a steadying breath.
Through gritted teeth, he confessed,
"I... volunteer here... some days,"
You were unsure which thought struck you first; you total surprise, the twinge of disbelief or how absolutely adorable you found it.
"Ranmaru..." you began.
He braced himself. Here it came - the laughter, the rejection.
"I think that's wonderful!"
Ranmaru blinked. Wait, what?! Had you really just… holy shit!
"S-Seriously?" he stared at you, wide eyed, "You don't think it's… weird?"
"No way!" you grinned, "It's so cool that you give up your free time to do this! I love that! Can we go in? Please?"
He couldn't help but laugh happily at your excitement.
He knew it.
He knew you were worth it.
To show you his gratitude, he wrapped an arm around your waist, leaned down and, as he pushed open the door, purred,
"You got it, babe,"
When you had imagined what spending the day with Ranmaru would be like this had never entered your mind.
But now that you were sitting happily on the floor of the play room of the shelter, eagerly waiting for him to show you his favourite residents, you could not be more delighted with the surprise.
"Alright, here we go," he said, his back to you as he lifted something from out of a box, "careful, Y/N, he's a little… excited! Hey!"
As he turned towards you, a ball of grey and white fluff had propelled itself out of his arms and into your lap.
You gasped in surprise but, when you looked down at your visitor, your heart melted.
"Awww!" you whispered, careful not to scare him.
He was a tiny little kitten, almost entirely grey, but with little white socks and the most adorable big black eyes. He sat expectantly in your lap, staring up at you with a mixture of curiosity and mischief on his face.
"Heh, that's Coby," Ranmaru laughed as he sat down next you, "don't let him trick you with all his cute stuff, Y/N. This guy's a pro at getting what he wants,"
"I bet!" you giggled, "How could you say no to that little face?"
Gently, you scooped the kitten up and brought him up to eye level, laughing as he booped you on the nose with a tiny paw.
"Hey Coby!" you cooed, "Aww, you're just a little sweetheart, aren't you?"
He wriggled sweetly in your hands and mewed his agreement that, yes, he was a little sweetheart and thank you for noticing.
"See?" Ranmaru gestured jokingly, "He got you too!"
"Can you blame me?" you giggled, smiling up at him.
In that moment, Ranmaru allowed himself to acknowledge the beautiful image in front of him.
You, sitting cross-legged on the floor, smiling up at him as you enjoyed spending time with his furry pastimes.
Rock god or no rock god, he couldn't deny the pounding in his heart.
Shaking himself, he sat down on the floor beside you and chuckled as Coby leapt from your hands into his lap.
"Hey bud!" he smiled, tickling the kitten behind his ears, "You be good for Y/N, k? She's nice,"
You immediately registered this. Despite the fact that you two were, in fact, on a date, this was the first verbal compliment he had ever given you.
You blushed a little.
You knew how much it meant to have Ranmaru think highly of you. He thought highly of no one.
He seemed not to notice your moment of shyness, focusing on the impish kitten who was now attempting to climb up his chest.
"Hey! Where d'you think you're going, huh?" he pretended to scold, as Coby clambered onto his shoulder.
One misplaced little paw, however, and suddenly he had scrated Ranmaru's cheek. Nothing too bad but enough to sting a little.
"Ah!" he hissed, shaking his head in annoyance as he placed the kitten back onto the floor, "Dammit…"
"Ouch! Are you okay, Ran?" you asked, worried as one of the cuts started to bleed a little.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm-" You had called him Ran again! "...I'm fine, Y/N,"
His cheeks flushed a little. He hoped you would think it was just because of the scratch.
You noticed.
In your opinion, seeing Ranmaru blush was utterly adorable. You wanted to see it again and, in your want, you forgot all about your "date nerves".
"That's a shame," you smiled, edging a little closer to him, "I wanted to kiss it better…"
His eyes widened as he turned to you, his blush now prominent.
"...What?"
He didn't want to push his luck. What the hell had he done to impress you? He got scratched by a damn kitten. Surely you were joking...
"You heard," you teased, "Now, with that in mind,...are you okay?"
He cursed the unstoppable flushing of his cheeks and scrambled to regain any control over himself.
Taking a deep breath, he straightened and, in a voice much more sultry than usual, he replied,
"I guess it does hurt…"
He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to play it cool.
You giggled and looked up at him with a impish glint in your eye.
"Well…" you purred, moving closer and kneeling up so that you were eye to eye, sliding your hands down from his shoulders to rest provocatively on his chest, "I'd better do something about that…"
Leaning in and allowing your breath to ghost across his cheek, you pressed a kiss to the tiny wound, you lips lingering just half a second longer than necessary.
Rather than pulling away, you moved closer, trailing your lips gently across his skin to his ear.
You paused for a moment, steadying yourself, before whispering,
"I love you, Ranmaru…"
As you finally pulled back you were met with his shocked and deeply reddened face.
You had only a moment to register the joy in his eyes before his caught your wrists in his hands and pushed so that you were flat on you back with him kneeling above you, staring down with teary eyes and a grin like the sun.
"Y-Y/N!" he croaked, his voice no longer seductive but full of emotion, "B-baby… really?"
How could this be true?! How could you love him? How could he possibly be so lucky?
"Of course!" you giggled, delighted by his reaction, "I love you so much, Ran!"
"Baby!"
You didn't even have a second to take a breath before his lips crashed down upon yours.
There was no gentleness in his kiss; there was only desperation and joy. He felt as though he was in a dream and refused to waste a moment lest he wake up.
You moaned as he pressed insistent kisses along your jawline, dragging his lips from you cheek to the base of your ear, catching the lobe lightly with his teeth.
"Babe, you sound so fucking good…" he growled, hands wandering down your body, cupping and massaging all the way to the back of your thighs. Instinctively you wrapped them around his waist, pulling him closer to your body as he bit and sucked bruises onto your neck.
"Mmm! Ran!" you found yourself panting as you arched up to feel his chest pressed against you.
As you moved, he pulled his lips from your neck and he shook his head.
"B-baby, I...I won't….w-won't be able to stop...please…"
You giggled at his lack of control and leaned in to whisper in his ear.
"You wanna get out of here?"
His wolfish grin said it all.
It was less than half an hour later that you found yourself pressed against the locked door of Ranmaru's dorm room, you shirt torn open and your legs wrapped around his waist, lifted high enough for him to suck purple bruises into the nape of your neck. His shirt was gone, thrown aside in his eagerness, and his belt was undone.
"Mm! R-ran!" you hissed as he bit at a vein, your hands flying to grab his hair.
It turned out that this was the right thing to do. The second your hands tugged at his silver hair his mouth left your neck and he gasped raggedly.
"Fuck! Baby!" he groaned, grinding his hips into yours, "Oh yeah…."
You chuckled as he rutted against you.
"You like that?" you teased, pressing a kiss to his jaw and pulling just a little harder.
"Fuck! Yes, baby! Yes, I fucking love it!" he growled, thrusting hard against you, "Want you!"
Before you could respond he had literally torn your bra from your chest, tossing the ripped fabric across the room.
You gasped at his show of force and cried out as he gripped you under your thighs and carried you to his bed, laying you down and immediately crawling on top of you.
He flashed you an utterly adoring smiled before leaning down and taking your nipple in his mouth.
As you arched into the sensation, he panted about how beautiful your breasts were, how they felt so soft, how he wanted to just bury his face in them.
"So beautiful… so fucking beautiful…" he whispered, his hands wandering down your stomach to the fastenings of your jeans.
He looked up, making eye contact, silently asking for permission.
You nodded and he pressed a gentle kiss to your navel before lowering your zip and sliding the jeans from your legs, leaving you in your lace panties.
"Mmm….you legs are gorgeous, babe…" he caressed the length of your legs, fingers dancing around the soft skin of your thighs, slowly brushing upwards until they rested on the edge of your panties.
"Please, baby" he whispered, "I wanna see…."
You were so turned on by his need that you pushed aside any nervousness and nodded.
Carefully, he stripped you bare, pausing to inhale the scent of your arousal from your soaked panties, before nudging your knees apart.
"Oh baby," he sighed, taking in the sight of you, "You're so pretty… god, baby, you're already so wet! Are you wet for me, babe? You want me too?"
You cried out in delight as his fingers brushed lightly across your lips.
"Yes! I want you, Ran… please, please don't tease me…."
"Okay baby, shh, it's okay. I'll give you anything you want…"
His touch was no longer feather-light as he began to pleasure you with his fingers, running them between your folds and drawing slow circle around your clit.
"Ah! F-feels good!" you moaned, squirming to press yourself harder into his hand.
"Yeah?" he beamed, "I wanna make you feel good, baby…. You're so eager, babe…."
He rubbed faster at your clit, his mouth returning to your breast, humming in delight as you spread your legs further in pleasure.
"R-ran…" you moaned, one hand gripping the sheets of his bed, the other returning to his hair.
Again, just a light tug got him riled up and, without thinking, he sank two fingers into you.
You gasped loudly and arched at the unexpected intrusion.
Ranmaru jumped, suddenly afraid that he had messed up. Afraid that he had hurt you by letting his control slip. How could he forgive himself if he'd hurt you?
He instantly withdrew and you cried out. Shit! He had hurt you! He was such an idiot!
"Baby! Are you okay? Y/N, did I hurt you? Please, baby, I'm sorry! I-"
"Put them back!" you whined, reaching out to grab him before he could move any further away.
"Huh?" he puzzled, still almost afraid to touch you.
"F-felt good! Please, Ran!"
When he eventually registered that you had not, in fact, been in any pain, he sighed in relief.
Allowing you to pull him back towards you, he kissed you deeply and pressed sweet peck to your cheeks and nose.
"Okay, baby. Anything you want, remember?"
He dragged his hand down between your breasts, over you stomach and rested between your thighs. Carefully, he teased at you entrance with a finger before pushing two fingers back inside of you.
You sighed as the feeling was restored, biting your lip as he began to slowly move them in and out.
"You okay, Y/N? Is this good?" he whispered, utterly focussed on your face and the way you reacted to such a small amount of stimulation.
"More…" you sighed, pushing your hips down onto his hand, trying to get the touch you needed.
"Okay, okay, hang on…" he began to move his hand within you, a little faster, a little harder.
Still it was not enough.
"Ran, please! Harder!" you gripped the sheets in frustration at how the forceful, powerful rocker had become so overly cautious.
You reached out one hand, grabbed his hair and with the other dug your nails into his bare shoulder.
"Fuck!" he almost shouted, arching his back.
You knew it had worked.
Instantly his control was gone and he was pushing his fingers into you hard enough to move your whole body, quickening every time your nails dragged over his skin.
"Fuck, baby, you like that?" he panted, watching as you writhed at the feeling, pressure rapidly building in the pit of your stomach.
"R-ran….m'close!" you breathed, one hand leaving his hair to clutch the sheets.
"Fuck, really?!" he grinned, suddenly beyond excited to watch you come apart.
He could hardly believe that he had you in this situation at all but to see you cum because of him? It was the fuel of his wet dreams.
"God, baby, yeah! Do it!" he groaned, biting his lip as he watched you get closer and closer to the edge.
Suddenly, something snapped in you. You had never felt anything quite like it and, as you opened your mouth in a silent scream, your entire body bowed.
Somewhere in your delirium you were vaguely aware of Ranmaru gasping and shouting 'Holy shit!'
When you had recovered enough to open your eyes, you were met with a surprise.
Ranmaru, who had been lying directly in front of your pussy, watching his hard work, was sitting, eyes wide, as his soaked face dripped onto the covers.
You gasped. You had never done that before! You didn't even know you could do that!
Scrambling to sit up, you apologised again and again.
You were only stopped when he surged forward, pinning you to the bed by your wrists, his hips forcing your legs wide.
"Fuck, baby! I didn't know you squirted! It's so fucking hot!" he panted, pressing adoring kisses to your neck.
"I…ah! I-I've never done it before!" you tried to explain, caught up in his reaction.
That took a second to work it's way through his mind. He was the first, the only, person to ever make you do that. Not even Camus had brought you that kind of pleasure.
If there was anything to inflate his ego, that was it.
For now, though, all he wanted was for you to do it again.
"Baby," he whispered in your ear, nipping at the lobe as he squeezed your breasts, "Please….I wanna fuck you…"
"Yes!" you replied instantly, "I want you!"
His grin reappeared and, in a few seconds, he had rid himself of his black jeans and his boxers.
It was the first time that you had seen him naked and you had only a few moments to drink in the sight of him before he was over you again.
"You ready, babe?" he purred, looking straight into your eyes.
Yes, you could see the need in them, the desperation, but you could also see utter devotion; as though allowing him to be in this position with you was the greatest honour he could have.
"Yes," you breathed, momentarily taken aback by the emotion of the situation.
His smile was dazzling and, unexpectedly, as he positioned himself at your entrance, he whispered,
"Thank you, Y/N,"
He filled you in one swift thrust.
You may not have had much time to see just how large he was but from the borderline painful stretch of him inside you, you had a very good idea of his size.
"Ran!" you moaned, instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist to draw him deeper.
"F-fuck, baby, you feel so good!" his voice shook with the effort to restrain himself, allowing you time to adjust.
You leaned up, kissing his neck and encouraged,
"Fuck me, Ran!"
He could not hold back.
It was everything he had ever dreamed of hearing. When he had touched himself to the thought of you that was all he had imagined you saying, begging for him.
He removed your legs from around his waist and threw them over his shoulders, surging forward and pinning you in this new angle. It was so much deeper and the feeling of your walls tightening around him made him cry out with joy.
He pounded into you mercilessly, every thrust dragging over your clit, making your body burn.
The bed hammered against the wall, neither of you caring if anyone heard.
"So beautiful, baby….so fucking cute under me! I love you, babe!" he panted, one hand holding himself up and the other winding itself around the back of your neck drawing you into a messy kiss.
"H-harder!" you whined, your nails dragging deep marks into his shoulder.
"Fuck!" he swore, fucking into you with everything he had, "M-more nails! Please! Fucking mark me up, babe!"
He would have his own. His own bright red scratches to prove how much pleasure he'd brought you. His would be deeper. His would be darker. He would make you cum harder than anyone ever had.
Spurred on by the stinging of his back, he grabbed fistfulls of the bedsheets and rutted into you so hard and so fast that your eyes began to cloud over.
You were barely coherent under his assault on your senses, vaguely aware of your own voice begging him not to stop, to never stop fucking you. Telling him how good he felt, how he was so big, how you wanted him so badly.
Every word out of your mouth made the blood burn in his veins.
You were so beautiful under him. You sounded so incredible. You were his. You wanted him.
His heart pounded as he felt that familiar coil begin to form in his stomach.
"B-baby- ah!- baby, m'gonna cum! I'm so fucking close, babe! Please, please tell me you're close!" he grunted, biting his own lip to keep from cumming.
"M'close, Ran! I… I can feel it again! P-please!" you could hardly breathe.
"Fuck! Are you gonna squirt again?! Fuck yeah! Do it, baby! Do it! Fucking soak me!"
His eyes flew wide open in wonder as he watched, utterly amazed as you body bowed and you screamed out in wordless pleasure. One more thrust and he could feel it. He could feel the the hot liquid sprayed onto his abdomen, flooding all the way up to his chest as he kept thrusting, unwilling to let you stop.
"Fuck baby, yeah! God, you're so hot! Feel so good! So fucking wet for me!"
You were almost entirely limp under him as the waves of sensation continued to crash over you.
Holding you down, he fucked into you like a ragdoll, desperately chasing his release.
It didn't take long before it was all too much.
"Y/N, can I cum in you? Please, fucking please, let me cum in you!"
Your tiny nod was enough.
Growling out your name, he arched, his head tossed back in pleasure as he spilled himself inside of you.
Panting and pressing adoring, tired kisses to every inch of skin he could reach, he slowly pulled out.
He gathered the wet covers and threw them onto the floor, grabbing a blanket and wrapping you in it, making sure you were warm as your high subsided.
"I love you so much, Ran," you smiled sleepily, snuggling into his chest.
"I love you too, Y/N. More than anything," he kissed you sweetly on the forehead, tucking you under his cheek, "sleep, baby. I'll look after you,"
As you drifted off, utterly exhausted, you smiled as you heard him whispering to himself.
"She's an angel…she's fucking got to be..."