(Anything she can do) I can do better

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Category:
F/M

Fandom:
東京卍リベンジャーズ | Tokyo Revengers (Manga), 東京
卍リベンジャーズ | Tokyo Revengers (Anime)

Relationship:
Haitani Ran/Reader

Character:
Haitani Ran, Reader

Additional Tags:
Reader-Insert, Smut, Shameless Smut, Oral Sex, Rough
Oral Sex, Creampie, Vibrators, Overstimulation, Rough
Sex, Rough Body Play, Manhandling, Face-Fucking,
Fucking, Hate Sex, Unprotected Sex, Prostitution, Hair-
pulling

Series:
Part 1 of Unrelenting

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Published: 2022-05-25 Words: 4085
 (Anything she can do) I can do better
by PhysicalTurian
Summary

After months of working at the club, you finally meet the

owner. He’s angry, frustrated, and needs a release.
Luckily that’s exactly what you’re good at, except…he
seems a bit off.
In other words: Ran needs a fuck hole, you’re it.
[She/Her pronouns used for the reader, no physical
description; Everyone +18] [AFAB!Reader]

Notes

If you believe I should add some tags, don’t hesitate to

tell me. Good reading!
[This follows the continuity of Deranged Love]
See the end of the work for more notes
Eden.
Paradise for others. A much more common word too.
Four simple letters to describe the ultimate happiness. But the
happiness we provided was closer to pleasure. Rich people
seated in front of a stage, all trying to drown out how boring
and dull their lives had become—the price they had paid for
putting wealth over anything.
The saying went that money can’t buy happiness, but that
never stopped those fat cats from trying, from leaving their
jobs late at night only to run here, ignoring any social life they
might have had if they cared even one bit to keep one.
It was much easier to pay people to like you than to spend time
trying and trying, wasting energy that could have easily been
put into fast and effortless sex. Because that’s what they
wanted: quick release.
That’s what they all wanted. None of them were made to have
any lasting relationship, we all knew that. That’s what made
the business so fruitful: needy, sad people in a rush.
Now, while I had seen my fair share of these people, I had
never seen anyone as frustrated as the one that had stepped
inside the club this very night. I had been working here for
many months now, most people were regulars which is why I
was confused seeing a newcomer this confident stepping
inside the club.
Confidence must have been the wrong word, he was pissed
off, his gaze scanning the room for the one he needed.
The arrangement went that we’d wait on people around the
room, let the dancers do their work and when some clients
wanted some alone time, they’d come to us. A brothel hidden
behind a strip club is what this place was. So I nudged my
colleague and nodded at the man at the door, “Should we call
security? He looks like he’s about to fuck some shit up.” I
asked, leaning on the bar.
The man next to me, Takumi, looked up from the drink he was
pouring and his eyes widened in shock as he slammed the
bottle down, “Fuck—I didn’t know they were visiting tonight,
shit, fuck!” Obvious panic rose as he started cleaning around;
grabbing his arm, I looked at him with big eyes and asked him
what was going on. He met my eyes, confused, “Are you for
real? It’s the Haitanis, they own this place.”
Letting go of him, I looked at the man and commented, “He’s
alone, though. Is there like a wife or…?”
“He has a brother, his name is Rindou.” Takumi paused and
glanced at the man before looking back at the drink, “This one
is Ran Haitani, the eldest.” He then looked at me once more,
still as confused, “Girl, were you never there when they came
by? Are you that lucky?!” He asked in awe with a slight
chuckle. He found it funny but I wondered for a second if it
was really lucky to have missed seeing such a handsome man
so many times? Seeing him untie his tie with gritted teeth, I
felt my stomach ache in anticipation.
A short snort escaped my nose, I moved back from leaning on
the bar and smiled at my colleague, “Lucky? I would be better
off seeing more of that guy. He’s kinda hot, right? I’ll wave at
him.”
Before I could do that, his eyes had met mine and he was
already stomping towards me, a hand running through his hair.
It would be a lie if I said I wasn’t scared, but it was never
uncommon. So many of the people I had worked with had
turned out to have the strangest tastes, or to be psychopaths. If
anything went wrong, I knew I could call security and
everything would be fine.
“You’re on your own on this one, no one’s gonna do shit if you
can’t handle him. What he says goes, not you.” Takumi said
barely above a whisper as he walked behind me then walked
away to hand the drink to one of the men seated at a table of
four. His words made me regret my decision, but I couldn’t
back down now; not when the owner of the club was standing
in front of me, looking down at me with a clenched jaw.
“We’re going in the Velvet room.”
Oh, my voice was so weak when I answered, ”I was told to
never let anyone in the Velvet room—sir.” His eyes widened
for a second before softening, something he hadn’t done since
he had entered the club and was looking around like a hunter
looking for its next prey. “Yeah, why do you think, pretty
face? I’ll tell you right now cause you look slow, it’s cause it
gotta be free when I wanna have fun.” His hand lifted, I
thought he was going to grab my face but instead it gripped
my wrist with force, “And I wanna have fun right now, so
you’re coming with me.” I was then pulled without much
asking, I did not try to fight it but I realized how dumb I
looked ever since he had spoken.
When we entered the Velvet room that he locked shut behind
us, I forced my wrist out of his grip and straightened my back,
“Maybe you should use your words to tell me what you like,
Mister Haitani. I don’t know if you’re aware of how your own
place works, but we’re only that good because we know
exactly what our clients want.” I stated without a stutter. Not
fear nor intimidation had a place here once it was just the two
of us between soundproof walls. This was my job, he was just
another person I had to fuck or get fucked by. If I faltered
every time, I would not be where I stood right now. So I
needed to get my shit together.
Ran smiled dryly as he looked me up and down.
Two steps and he was standing in front of me.
Leaning over my shoulder, he whispered right next to my ear,
“I’m not your client. This is a one time thing.” His hands
placed themselves on my shoulders as he pushed the straps off
them, making my dress fall on the ground. “I fuck the shit out
of you and I leave.” He spat then held me by the biceps and
pushed me to the bed. Falling on my back, I quickly propped
myself on my elbows and tried to sit up, but he was faster and
now straddled my pelvis. “If I didn’t know you had a brother,
I’d have assumed you’re a spoiled only child that’s never been
told no in his entire fucking life.”
That made him scoff as he undid his belt and forced my hands
up as he wrapped it around them, “You’re almost as talkative
as her, if you keep fighting me off all I’ll have to do is close
my eyes and–”
“Oh, so that’s what it’s about!” I said playfully, letting him tie
me up. The man had been rejected, or he had set his sights on
someone that did not want him back and now the poor little
guy was hurt. He did not seem like the type of man to process
shit through anything but frustration, so I let him hook my tied
arms around his neck and met his gaze with a smile. “Can’t get
the girl you want so you’re fucking the anger out?”
The man ran his tongue over his teeth and took off his vest and
shirt while never looking away from me. He then helped me so
I was the one with my legs over his, wrapped around his waist,
he didn’t speak however. “I’m right, aren’t I? What’s she like?
Want me to act like her?” With the little reach I had, I threaded
my fingers on the back of his hair and cooed, “I can do that,
it’s in my set of skills. You know, I’ve even done some age
play with the most unethical bastards.”
Ran mumbled something under his breath then ripped off my
garter-belt, earning himself the most annoyed grunt from my
person as I saw the expensive fabric being torn along with the
one of my panties. “You’ll pay that back for being a brute–”
His hand flew to my mouth as he covered it, glaring at me,
“Shut your damn mouth, I’m not here to talk, you don’t know
shit. You won’t know shit. You don’t get shit. Got it?” He
threatened.
We looked at each other for a moment, him waiting for me to
tell him I understood, while I looked him dead in the eyes,
searching for the true meaning of his words. No matter how
rough he looked, there seemed to be something more—but I
nodded.
He smiled and brushed his thumb over my lips, smearing the
lipstick, “Good slut, now just take it like we all know you can
and keep your mouth shut.” He cooed mockingly.
I nodded once more, but then smirked while he freed his cock
and aligned it with my hole, “You say I don’t get shit, but–” I
felt him slowly entering me but kept talking as I hissed, “I see
what you are, a lonely Kingpin that can’t find love—that
thinks fucking his own prostitutes will make him feel alive,
isn’t that sad?” I mocked back. The man, provoked, gripped
my hands and moved them from his neck to have me fall back
on the bed. Like that, he pulled out and forced me on my
stomach before entering me with force, without much
preparation. It elicited a moan of pain that soon mixed with
pleasure when he gripped my hair and pulled my head back
roughly. With one strong lift, he had my hips up with my chest
pressed down in the mattress—he stood behind me now, fully
sheathed in and leaned over, “Stop talking.”
And as he started ramming inside me, I let out a laugh through
the whines of pleasure. It made his thrusts deeper and more
violent just as his grip on my hair tightened and he pulled my
head even further back, hurting me. I still managed to breathe
out, “Does she talk a lot too?” The hand in my hair moved to
choke me as he let out a breathless laugh, “You’re nothing, cut
the shit talking and be a pretty hole.”
Tilting my head back to try to look at him, I grinned, moaning
at each and every thrust, “It’s different, right? When the pretty
hole wants your dick.”
He let go of me and forced my head into the mattress this time,
making me hiss in annoyance. “Did you make a move on your
girl or is she out of your league?” I laughed, gripping the
sheets when the hand on the back of my head moved to the
back of my neck and his thrusts started becoming more erratic.
I wanted to have a look at his face while he fucked me, I
wanted to see how right I was with each of my words so I
grunted, “Turn me around.” He didn’t. “I said, turn me
around!” This time, it was louder.
While he did just that, without a care of hurting me, he looked
down at me in disgust, “Thought I heard you give me an order,
repeat that shit?” He had stopped his movements and now had
brought his free hand to his ear in a mocking gesture to make
me understand he was listening.
Both out of breath, I panted, “You’re not a fucker, you’re a
lover. I see that in your attitude.” He looked at me with
furrowed brows, now ticked off. “Don’t get me wrong, I love a
good fuck!” I smiled sweetly, “When it’s good.”
And just like that, he had pulled out and moved on top of me
—he was fast to shove his dick in my mouth, and I was just as
fast to bring my hands to his cock as I sucked him off with a
proud smile on my face.
“Do you all have an attitude like that? She comes in—” Hard
thrust. “Dressed like a whore.” His hands moved to hold my
head with both of his hands, I could barely hear him with the
sound of my gagging around him but I listened, “And why
does a bastard like him get a girl like that?” Oh to be the
therapist of a man that cannot cope with his emotions, I
thought lightly while taking him the way I knew they all
loved. He kept ramming inside my throat, making me whine
loudly at the strength of his thrusts. My eyes were crying, my
jaw hurt but it felt so good. The man continued after a silence,
“He’s fucked up, that’s what she wants–” His voice stuttered
as I felt him shoved himself deep inside me before feeling his
cum fill my throat right before he pulled out and grabbed my
hands.
Ready for more, I looked up at him with a fucked out face and
smiled. His eyes were focused on the belt but he spoke,
“You’re better when you can’t talk.” I didn’t know the guy, but
acting bored out of his mind did not suit him.
Feeling the freedom of my wrists, I brought them in front of
me and massaged them while speaking, “You wanna forget,
right?”
Ran stopped moving once he was off the bed and looked at me
without any expression on his face. He was intrigued.
Wiping the drool from the corner of my mouth, I smirked, “I
can make you forget, you know.”
He laughed, it was probably the first time I had seen him really
smile tonight. I was rather proud of that for some reason, or
perhaps it was just that I had taken it as a challenge. This
disdain he had for me, this obsession he had for her, I wanted
to replace her. I wanted to show him she was nothing, that
everyone was replaceable, that a woman that was out of his
reach was worth nothing when I was there. It was so easy to be
anyone’s missing puzzle piece, I wanted to be his. I wanted to
take her off his mind, out of pure boredom, because he had
challenged me.
“Yeah? Someone like you can’t do shit.”
I nodded slowly and slid out of bed to stand in front of him,
trailing my hand on his tattoo, “Oh. I can do so much, Mister
Haitani. If you ask around, you’ll know they call me “The
Gifted”. I’m rather… handy.” I smiled before slowly moving
my hand from his chest to his shoulder, then I threaded my
fingers through his hair. For a split second he leaned in, but the
next he had snatched my hand off his scalp and pulled my arm
back to press me against him.
“This was a one time thing. I don’t need you, I used you as an
outlet for my frustration, next time I’ll take another whore, it’s
that simple.” He explained but did not move away, neither did
I. Instead I leaned in and kissed him, he did not return it but I
smiled against his lips—he pushed me, making me stumble
back on the bed. He then tugged my leg and made me fall on
the carpeted floor. With both my hands behind me for support,
I looked up at him in surprise as he lifted my chin and looked
down at me, empty, “You couldn’t take the bad shit I wanna
do.”
I reacted in less than a second, “If that’s what you think you’re
into, be creative. I’m always up to let a grown man heal his
inner child—or heal his broken heart by letting him fuck me
dumb.” His eyes widened. He stood there a second, looking at
me in surprise before letting me go and getting dressed again. I
let out a chuckle as I stood up and put on a dressing gown. I
was almost certain he would come back, because I had let him
be what he wanted to be, I had listened to him, I had given him
the attention any man craved.
“Now, next time I think you should take your time, though.
I’m not surprised I didn’t orgasm but shit,” I looked at the
watch on his wrist, having taken his hand, “That was a
quickie, 15 minutes? Are you that easy?” I scoffed, holding
back a smile from how satisfied I was with saying it. My entire
body froze when I remember who I was talking to—quickly, I
looked at him and uttered, “I didn’t—sorry sir, that was–”
He walked past me and grabbed his belt from the bed before
looking at me with a half smile. I spoke before he could say
anything, “Is she pretty? Or is she just giving that other guy
what you wish you had?” His smile disappeared.
“You’re like, he’s worse than you, why does he have her,
right?” I asked again, fully serious.
He took a moment to answer. When he did, he just let his head
fall back and smiled, “I don’t know, guess I like a challenge.”
His eyes met mine again, a silent agreement that we both
enjoyed challenges. Ran then continued, “She’d feel great
around my cock, but she’s too unhinged.” There was some
lightness to his words, as if he was himself now instead of the
bastard that had fucked me.
“Now we’re rational? All you needed was to empty your balls,
mh?” A mocking smile on my lips. I did not move from my
spot, expecting him to leave so I could get cleaned up. But the
man rolled his eyes and slumped on the seat next to the bed,
legs spread while resting his elbow on the armrest. He lazily
placed his chin on the palm of his hand and looked at me, “I’m
not a bastard.” He simply stated.
Letting out a sudden laugh, I looked at him with raised brows,
“And that is the bare minimum, do you get how low the bar
is?” Not wishing to stay up any longer, I sat at the end of the
bed and looked at the man expectantly. He had more to say, we
both knew that.
He looked around and sighed, “You got a toy or something
around here?”
Taken aback, I let out a sound that I didn’t know I could make
—it made him chuckle. Standing up hesitantly, I opened one
of the well-designed closets that hid well within the decor and
showed him all we had. He whistled and stood up, grabbing a
simple vibrator and handing it towards me, “Finish.”
I didn’t take the toy and shook my head, “I’m telling you, it’s
common. If I had to masturbate every time a client left me
high and dry, I’d have arthritis, sir.” As much as I said it with a
smile, I was actually touched by the gesture. That was a
reminder of how low the bar was, once more. I held back a
laugh and turned around to sit back on the bed.
The man had another idea. I heard the closet close, “I could
order you to do it, you wouldn’t be able to say no then.” He
tossed me the toy. His eyes moved from mine to my legs,
telling me wordlessly to get on with it. He sat back on the seat
and looked at me expectantly. I did not know if he knew how
much more intimate this was, rather than having him
participate in it. I needed to make this more professional, more
transactional.
Slowly, I got up and sauntered towards him, “So you’re a
giver? Hm?” I dropped the toy on his lap then rested my knee
next to his thigh. Both my hands placed themselves on his
shoulders before bringing my other knee on the other side of
him, “Get me off, then? If you’re that kind.”
He had a nice laugh, I’ll admit that. I’d had worse people
under me.
Both his hands were on my inner thighs as he helped me
spread my legs wider, my ass now on his knees, “A quickie,
right?” He smiled mockingly. I heard the buzzing of the toy
that he turned on then felt it press against my clit and tensed. I
met his eyes as he watched each of my reactions to find the
right spot. I felt him move it, angle it, changing the way he
was holding it—when I lifted myself off him the second a
wave of pleasure hit, I saw him smile wickedly. “There, are
you that easy?” He asked, forcing me to sit back down as he
kept it there, switching between grazing my clit in that angle
and putting pressure on it.
I looked down at him with a smile drawing itself in the corner
of my mouth, my legs clasping around his as my mouth fell
open and I started breathing heavily, “Fuck—stop, shit, fuck
please–” My head tilted back as I felt myself getting closer and
closer then everything stopped. Out of breath, with my chest
heavy, I looked back at Ran in anger, “You piece of shit.” The
words died on my tongue when I saw he had his dick out and
he was smiling broadly, “You got me hard again, I wanted to
feel that pretty hole of yours. Come on.”
With a click of my tongue against my teeth, I helped myself on
his cock and started rocking back and forth, “I was close,
you’re selfish.” Just as I said that, he brought the toy back to
my clit and had it follow my movements. My walls instantly
clenched around his dick, making him hiss in pleasure, “That’s
a lot nicer than when you’re talking shit under me.” He
commented, never moving as I fucked myself on him.
High on pleasure, I still chuckled, “I can still try if you wanna
feel like you’re fucking her.” One hard thrust inside me, I
groaned at the sensation. That seemed to entertain him enough
as he kept doing so at uneven times. The vibrations on my clit
had me once more closer to climax; when I felt it coming, I
stopped moving and let the shiver course through my body as
my legs started shaking once more. This time, Ran did not
stop, instead he shoved himself further inside me, making me
swear under my breath at how good it felt.
The sensation grew and grew, I could feel it, my eyes were
closed and I didn’t want to hear him say shit anymore, I
couldn’t hear anything. It was too good, it was so simple and
yet so fucking good that the knot that had formed in my
stomach suddenly snapped.
My entire body went numb as I leaned over his shoulder and
let my chin rest on it too. I think I felt his hand touch my back
gently, rubbing it a few times before both his hands cradled
my face, making me look at him, “That was kinda fun, but
next time you mention her, I hurt you, yeah?”
My blood went cold.
I nodded and understood this was my cue to get off him, so I
did with shaky legs. I hadn’t realized he had also found release
for the second time tonight until I felt his cum dripping down
my thigh.
“You look cuter like that.” He commented as he zipped his
pants and put his jacket back on, “You got a long night ahead
of you, so I’ll let you be…” He paused and looked at the
ruined red garter-belt on the ground, “Red. I’ll let you be, Red.
Pray for your own sake I won’t see you again.”
I did not know what he meant by that, but we both knew I’d
see him again. I had him hooked, he had me too, but not out of
anything close to affection. We had both been challenged. I did
not know what I had done to be seen as a challenge for the
man, but I knew I needed to make him forget about her.
And I will.
No matter how long it’ll take, I’ll make him forget about that
woman.
End Notes

Happy Birthday hottest of Haitanis. Also, if yall read

Deranged Love :)) I think it’d be nice to read this very fic
once more after I’ve updated (once I’ve updated, give a
girl some time, she’s been working hard on those birthday
one-shots)
Thoughts on little Ran? He is softer than I wrote him in
DL, and he’ll get softer…ish…….mmm Hope you liked
it my dearest.
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