Prisoner || Ran Haitani X Reader

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y/n froze, eyes going wide. Ran smiled pleasantly at her.

"Don't mind me. Carry on." He said. His eyes glinted with amusement. y/n was relieved. She'd expected him to be mad.

y/n wiped her face with a towel then brushed her teeth. Ran was still standing there, nonchalantly watching her. When she was finished, she turned around and was walking towards the door when Ran put his hand across the doorway, not letting her leave. y/n stopped walking and looked up at him.

"Say, I've had a really exhausting day today. Won't you take a bath with me?" The corner of his mouth lifted into a small smile.

y/n meekly nodded. "I'll prepare the bath."  She said. Ran nodded, satisfied, and left the room. y/n walked to the bathtub and turned the water on. When the tub was full, she went out to Ran.

"The bath is ready. Do you want to shower first?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'll do that. The pills are on the counter. There are instructions on the back of the box." He told her.

As Ran headed off to take a shower, y/n took the pills as instructed. Then she sat down on the couch and waited for Ran to call her in. He'd acted completely normal when he returned, but something felt off. He didn't seem mad, but her gut told her something was wrong, and she should be cautious.

A few minutes later, Ran called out "y/n, I'm done."

"Okay." She answered.

When she entered the bathroom, he was already soaking in the tub. She turned around, so her back was facing him, then took her clothes off, dumping them on the floor. She placed one foot in the tub, the hot water sending a jolt through her body. Then, another foot. Finally, she settled down in the tub and curled into a ball, back facing Ran.

"How do you know my name?" She asked.

Ran chuckled. "I seem to remember you telling me to moan it next time we screwed, right before you fainted."

"I wasn't thinking straight then."

"Hm." Ran made a noncommittal noise. Then after a moment, "Were you thinking straight when you threw up, then?"

y/n didn't know what to say.

"I was caught up in the spur of the moment." She replied quietly.

"Sure." Ran's tone was even, unemotional. y/n turned around to look at his face, and saw that it was blank.

Ran's hands circled her waist, pulling her close to him. She could feel something on her back. He put his head on her shoulder, relaxing. One hand reached up toward her chest and rested there. Against her will, she could feel her nipples perk up.

Ran kissed her neck softly. One hand was teasing her nipples. The other hand was running its fingers along her waist, sending shivers down her spine. Even in the hot bath, his hands were cold.

Slowly, y/n turned around, then lay on Ran. She put her arms around his middle and pressed her ear to his chest.

"You're not mad, are you?" She asked softly.

Ran ran a hand through her hair, but didn't say anything. y/n looked up. He was still wearing that emotionless mask on his face.

"Ran, you're not mad, are you?" y/n repeated, panic seeping into her voice.

Suddenly Ran put his hands under y/n's armpits, hoisting her up and out of the shower. He scooped y/n up in his arms then stepped out of the bath, water dripping down the tiled floor. He carried her out to the sofa, then dumped her there.