Purple Haze (Bonten x reader)

When will you realize this is your home?

Hi I'm sorry it took so long to add this chapter. I started working full time and I'm exhausted! But I hope to get back to every 2 weeks at the most. Thanks for reading!!

Warnings: drugs, semi-public sex

Sunlight shines into the room and I slowly adjust my eyes. Then I hear some high-pitched noises, then some giggles and whispers. It takes a look around and remember that I'm in Ran's room. I get up to see what's going on, but when I peek out of the bedroom door my heart drops. Ran's fucking one of the staff on the kitchen counter, exactly the same way he fucked me last night. Ughhh... shit.

I get dressed and walk out the bedroom door. The girl is mortified, and Ran just smiles and says, "Good morning love. Won't you join us?"

"No thanks! I'll see you later!" as I walk out and slam the door.

I make my way down to my place and start to tear up. Technically, Ran's not doing anything wrong. I knew what I was getting myself into. It's just that last night felt different. Oh crap, last night I felt different. Maybe Ran felt different too and that's why he did it. Doesn't matter.

I dry my tears and get the fuck up and get dressed for workout. Waka meets me in the gym.

"Mornin' babygirl," he says with his million-dollar smile.

"Hey Waka. Let me guess. Starting with inchworms today?"

"Always. Get going," he says as he smacks my butt.

I start at one end of the turf and walk my hands out until I'm in pushup position, then walk my legs up to my hands, and repeat. The slower I go the more it burns and the burn feels good today.

After a few more across the floor exercises, we head to the weight room. Every time Waka demonstrates my next exercise, I am mesmerized by the way his muscles move. He is not big, he's actually very small, but his muscles are so tight and so defined, and his movements are so graceful. I hope he never catches me staring. At least I'm supposed to be watching.

As we get towards the end of the workout, we set up for deadlifts.

"Waka, how much weight is this?" I ask when we keep adding plates to the barbell.

"Let me worry about it. You concentrate on that ass."

I can calculate the plates but all the barbells have different weights. I think he keeps adding weight every week and when I complain it's too much he tells me to shut the fuck up and lift.

Akashi walks in and watches me finish the deadlifts, then Waka yells at him, telling him he can't just watch, he has to join in. Waka grabs the sandbags for our glute bridges and we lay next to them. I roll onto my side, hug the bag, then struggle to roll back over onto my back. I giggle at myself for having such a hard time, then look over at Akashi who's also struggling. I mean, his bag is twice as heavy as mine, but he can't get it on and I start laughing harder and my bag is bouncing up on and down on my stomach. As I laugh, I look over at him and he looks at me and says, "It's not like this thing has hair I can grab her by," and my legs collapse because I start laughing so hard.

"No more working out together. Akashi you're such a fucking distraction."

He lets Akashi stay to finish up though, and I sit facing him on the ground for stretches. Waka helps me out, pushing my lower back or correcting my posture, and he has such a gentle touch it makes me start to tear up again. Akashi notices, but doesn't say anything. He just gets up and hands me a lit cigarette.