Ran was filthy. Filthiest man he knew, anyway. And you were the most innocent little thing he'd ever met. Blushing at dirty jokes or going tense when Ran eyed you too intensely. He loved watching you squirm.

What Ran loved even more, was how you thought you compared to him just because you'd sit all pretty in his lap and make out with him. If that's what you thought dirty was, you had another thing coming. Ran had a box full of things he'd love to try on you.

The day was busy, full of work for Bonten and it was late when he finally got home. Still, you were awake and waiting for him, as always. A nice dinner, cup of water, then to lay in bed. You always asked about his day, which led to Ran wanting you in his lap, which always led to kissing.

He waited until you were comfortably sat in his lap, relaxed from your initial embarrassment of making out, and then he ran his hands from your waist up to your jaw, "You trust me?"

Your nod was adorable, naive, stupid.

"You shouldn't." Ran twisted, getting you under him in one move, "Not when you're so delicious."

Corruption was something Ran was very, very good at. And you were the perfect thing to corrupt.