WHAT DOESN'T KILL ME MAKES ME WANT YOU MORE | HAITANI BROTHERS
haitani ran x fem!reader x haitani rindou
summary: being part of a stepfamily was difficult, but not for the reasons you had initially thought. the issues rose not in your stepmother, but in your new brothers instead.
warnings: fem!reader, dom!ran, mean!ran, dom!rindou, sub!reader, inexperienced!reader, stepcest, face fucking, ranâs a bit creepy at first ngl, corruption/kind of predator vs prey, kind of manipulative!ran, accidental noncon voyeurism, mentioned/taken prescribed sleeping pills, age gap (21/22 -> 30/31), humiliation, degradation, edging/orgasm denial, fingering, ran has an absolutely filthy mouth, pet names (doll, good girl, princess but only mockingly), dumbification, ran calls rindou a âsister-fuckerâ mockingly also brings up the fact that theyâre siblings several times to taunt reader and rindou
wordcount: ... 16k don't let it flop :') pls
Notes: for teeâs stepcest collab and eris and abby's corruption collab @hanmas @kxeyas @munsonsins
taglist: @manjiroscum @mxnjiros @dxlucs @suyacho @meowdarame @semisgroupie @tokyometronetwork @muchoccino
âMom got a new husband,â Ran announced as he walked into the vast lounge on the top floor of Bontenâs headquarters, stuffing his phone into the back pocket of his slacks and circling his glass, watching as the amber liquid sloshed to the top before settling back down. His feet dragged against the wood as he made his way toward where Rindou was reclined back on one of the dark couches, one arm thrown over the back as he tilted his head toward Ran, clicking his tongue sharply.
âAgain?â Rindou asked, lips turned down and brows furrowed, just as displeased as Ran expected he would be. Rindou rolled his eyes when Ran nodded, downing the rest of his glass of whiskey before leaning forward and pouring himself another. âThis is her third this year. Youâd think sheâd get sick of having to find a new wedding dress every couple months.â
Ran snorted, leaning against the wall next to the couch, taking a sip of his own drink, âI think thatâs her favorite part,â he noted, sparing one last glance toward his younger brother as he laid back against the couch again, feet propped on the ebony table in front of the couch as he scrolled through his phone, lighting up another joint, unbothered by the news.Â
Ran drew his gaze from his brother toward the floor-to-ceiling windows looking over Roppongi. The sun was setting already, the building casting an eerie shadow over the streets, the cars were beginning to thin out on the busy roads as people returned to their homes after work for dinner. His thoughts ran amok as he considered his motherâs words, trying to figure out the best way of conveying them to Rindou before he finally decided to just come out with it.
âMom wants us to meet him,â Ran said simply, ignoring how Rindou choked over the smoke he had inhaled, head snapping to the side to look at Ran. Ran only stared ahead, eyes following a plane headed west from the city.
âMeet him?â Rindou demanded, tone laced with disbelief, âSheâs never made us meet any of them before. Sheâs run through like twelve different guys and never asked us to come meet them.â
Ran shrugged, head dropping to the side to meet Rindouâs wide-eyed gaze, âShe says she really likes him, thinks weâll get along.â
Rindou snorted loudly, âI doubt that,â he said but Ran could see from the way that Rindouâs jaw was tight and his nostrils were flared that he was unhappy with the sudden turn of events and Ran couldnât say he blamed him. They did not have good experiences with the men that their mother brought into their lives--from their biological father right up until the last man that their mother had forced them to meet when they were in their early twenties.
Rindou let out a frustrated noise, inhaling another puff of smoke before tilting his head back and exhaling, letting his eyes slide shut, âWhenâs she want us to meet him?â
Ran bit down on his tongue for a moment, letting out a soft breath. âNow,â he said. Rindouâs eyes shot back open.
âYouâre fuckinâ with me,â Rindou said unhappily but Ran only gave him a wry smile.
âI wish,â he said dryly, âShe was insistent about it too. Says we havenât even come to visit her in two months, the least we could do is come now.â
Rindou rolled his eyes so hard that Ran swore it must have hurt, âHow mad will she be if we donât show?â he muttered.
âOn a scale of Fiji to Oslo?â Ran asked, tilting his head to rest against the wall. He noticed Rindou nod from the corner of his eye, âDefinitely leaning Oslo. She already sounded pissed.â
âFuckinâ bullshit,â Rindou put his glass back down onto the table, rising to his feet, looking back at Ran, âYouâre driving.â
âAnd youâre changing,â Ran muttered, eyeing the bloodstained white button-up Rindou was wearing, âGo change out of that. Iâll go start up the car.â
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There was a car in the driveway, your fingers twitched at your sides as you stood from your vanity, trying to get a better look out the window. You couldnât tell who had shown up at the house--whoever it was must have come into the house while you were still getting dressed and drying your hair after your shower.
You took in a shaky breath, eyes darting down to your phone. There were no new messages from your father or your new step-mother telling you who had stopped by and you bit your bottom lip, glancing at the glass of water sat atop your nightstand.Â
You had to go to the kitchen to get your sleeping pills, your father didnât let you keep them in your room--they were in the kitchen cabinet, past the sitting room, and if there really were guests over, you had no doubt that thatâs exactly where theyâd all be.
Anxiety ate at your stomach, your gaze flicked to the clock. It was getting late already and you had to be up for classes the next morning. You wouldnât be able to sleep through the night if you didnât take your pills, and if you took your pills any later, youâd sleep through your alarms.Â
You briefly shut your eyes, letting out a long exhale as you made your decision.Â
Fuck.
You grimaced as you stepped into your slippers, tugging down your silk shorts as you left your bedroom, arms wrapped around your torso. The halls were long and decorated with old, expensive paintings and antiques, the lights above were dim and flickering as a storm rattled the windows.
Mrs. Haitani was old moneyâyour father was wealthy, yes, but the more you hung around with your new step-mother, the more you realized how vastly different her lifestyle was compared to the one you were used to. From spending habits right down to the way she talked and dressed, sometimes you genuinely believed Mrs. Haitani was from another world altogether despite technically being in similar class brackets.
And she was nice, you supposed, if not a bit pretentious. She doted on you like she would her own daughter, bringing you out to brunches, out shopping, gossiping with you over boys at your university.Â
She had always wanted a daughter, she would tell you but her first husband passed away before they could try again, and by the time she finally started dating around again, she was too old to have any more kids no matter how hard she tried.Â
She was older than your fatherâby a good twenty years, even if she didnât look itâwhen he had first told you about her, you had been unhappy because it felt like he was trying to replace your mother. But you supposed that of all the women that your father could have remarried, Mrs. Haitani certainly wasnât the worst pick.
You turned down another hallway. In the distance, you could hear voices talkingâyour father, Mrs. Haitani, and two unfamiliar male voices. You let out a shaky exhale, arms tightening around your torso.Â
In and out, walk through the room to the kitchen, get your pills, and leave.
You stepped into the large sitting room and immediately four gazes were on you. You felt sick, you had never been good with people, especially new people.
Mrs. Haitani smiled bright when she saw you, leaning against your father, curled up at his side. She called your name happily, âCâmere,â she said, âI want you to meet my sons.â
Your mouth was dry as your gaze flickered over to the two men sitting in one of the sofasâsharp lavender eyes, dark button-ups and slacks, sleeves rolled up above the forearms revealing matching tattoos on opposite sides.Â
The one with longer hair looked distinctly unimpressed, lounged back into the red cushions as he took one short look at you before returning to conversation with your father. The shorter-haired one, on the other hand, leaned forward, a sort of interest sparking in his eyes that had your hair on end.
âHaitani Ran,â he greeted smoothly, a warm smile tugging at his lips that would have lulled you into a sense of security had you not caught the calculating look in his eyes a second prior. He held his hand out to you and you hesitated before placing your hand in his, the cool metal of his rings sending a shiver down your spine. You prayed he didnât notice how your fingers were trembling. From the way his smile widened and his grip on your hand tightened firmly, you knew your prayers went unanswered.
You swallowed thickly as you introduced yourself, pulling your hand away and letting it drop back at your side. Ranâs eyes glittered in amusement, teeth gleaming under the light of the room as he glanced at the longer-haired man, âRindou, donât be rude.â
Rindou rolled his eyes, tilting his head up and back to look at you again. You caught sight of the tattoo decorating his throat, a simple hanafuda design, âRindou,â he introduced, eyeing you briefly from the corner of his eye as he turned back to your father.
Ran clicked his tongue in annoyance, eyes flashing cold for just a moment as looked down at Rindou before returning his attention to you. Your head tilted to the side in curiosity when you noticed that Ran had a matching tattoo on his throat.
âWhy donât you sit with us for a bit?â your father said, motioning to the armchair next to where he and Mrs. Haitani were sitting. âYou guys should get to know each other, youâre family now, you know?â
The words didnât not sit right with you. An uncomfortable feeling spreading throughout your chest at your fatherâs words, glancing back at Rindou and Ran once before shaking your head.
âNo, dad,â you said quietly, âI only came down to get my pills. I have class in the morning.â
Your father opened his mouth to protest but before he could say anything, you turned your attention back toward Haitani Ran and Haitani Rindou. Rindou met your eyes for half a second before looking down at his phone while Ran kept his eyes on you. You shifted uncomfortably beneath his sharp gaze, âNice meeting you,â you said half-heartedly, not entirely meaning it.
Rindou didnât respond, Ranâs lips ticked up into a small, sly smile--one that you liked even less than the warm, artificial one. âNice to meet you too,â he murmured.
You forced your gaze off him, a strange and unwelcome feeling stirring in you before you bid goodnight to your father and Mrs. Haitani, disappearing down into the kitchen, intent on grabbing your pills, returning to your room and going to sleep. You had a big day of presentations for your government class tomorrow, and the last thing you needed was for this to rattle you after you had been prepping all day.
It wasnât like theyâd be around often anyway, this was the first time youâd heard of them except for the pictures Mrs. Haitani had set up around the house from when they were younger. You were sure that theyâd disappear again after tonight, so it was best to just push them from your mind.
Right?
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âYouâre a fuckinâ creep, yâknow that?âÂ
Ran raised his eyebrows, not even bothering to turn toward Rindou as he heard his brother approach from behind, eyes trained on you instead, watching as you shifted beneath your sheets, dead to the world. Â
âHow you gonna explain this if she wakes up, hm?â Rindou continued, and Ran only rolled his eyes.
He turned his head over his shoulder from where he was leaning against the doorframe of your room, shooting his brother an annoyed, lazy look. With two fingers, he lifted the bottle of pills he had found in the kitchen cabinet prescribed to your name before flicking it over to Rindou. Rindou caught it easily, frowning as he read the prescription before scoffing, tossing it right back to Ran.Â
âShe wonât be up for a while,â Ran grinned at Rindou before turning his attention back toward you, eyes lidded as he considered your sleeping form.
âI donât get it,â Rindou shook his head, standing half-behind Ran as he eyed you for a moment before turning his attention back to Ran, waiting for him to explain. Ran ignored him. âHello?â Rindou demanded, âIâm talking to you.â
âYes, I know,â Ran said dryly, âI am ignoring you.â
Rindou gaped, face twisting in annoyance but Ran tuned him out as he spit a volley of irritated curses at Ran. Though Ran supposed he wasnât ignoring him to be annoying, he didnât really know the answer to his implied question. He wasnât sure what it was about you that was drawing him in.Â
And it wasnât like this happened often with Ran. If anything, it was always the opposite. Women were drawn to him and he took advantage of it--whether it was for trying to subtly gather information for Bonten or just for an easy fuck, Ran was never the one that was captivated by someone butâŠÂ
He let out a breath, tilting his head to the side as he watched you shift in bed again, soft puffs of air escaping your lips, covers half-thrown off, strewn across the bed haphazardly. He could see your chest rising and falling with every breath in and out, the way your button-up pajamas had come half-undone in your sleep.Â
Sister, you were technically their sister now, werenât you? he considered, unable to draw his eyes from you. Maybe that was why he couldnât seem to get his mind off of you. Throughout all of their motherâs marriages, they never had a step-sibling before. It had always just been him and Rindou.
But even as the thought crossed through his mind, he knew it wasnât that simple. It wasnât just interest because of the fact your father had married his mother. It was something else--but what?
Maybe it was your innocence? he thought as his eyes searched your sleeping form for an answer. His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, eyes darkening. He supposed there was just something about the way you came down your hall in silk pajamas, arms wrapped nervously around your stomach, eyes darting around like a cornered animal, that had his blood running hot.Â
You were younger than them--your father had mentioned that you were still in college, and his mother had implied that your father had kept you rather sheltered. Ran had not a single doubt about that, your eyes were still wide and bright, unlike most of the other women that Ran usually encountered around the clubs in Roppongi, who became jaded and empty-eyed over the years. It had been a long time since heâd come across someone who hasnât been made dull and apathetic by the realities of the world andâŠ
And Ran wanted to fucking ruin you.
âDonât fuck this up for mom,â Rindou said sharply as if he could read Ranâs mind. Maybe he could, Ran considered as he forced his gaze from you back to him, frowning. âDonât look at me like that, you saw her with the new guy. She really seems to like him. Donât be fuckinâ gross and try to fuck with his daughter.â
âShe always seems to like the new guys at first,â Ran dismissed and Rindou let out a frustrated breath at Ranâs blatant way of ignoring Rindouâs main point. âSheâs pretty.â
It was an innocuous comment--a lot tamer than anything else Ran could have said watching your shirt ride up your stomach--but Rindouâs lips still twisted in disgust, âYouâre disgusting,â he said, âMom married her father, sheâs technically our fuckinâ sister, Ran, câmon.â
âNot by blood,â Ran grinned, winking at Rindou, who only looked even more disgusted at Ranâs words, âYouâre gonna switch up,â Ran said firmly, ignoring how Rindou let out a âyeah, sureâ, âand when you do, âm not gonna let you hear the end of it.â
âFuck off,â Rindou said half-heartedly. âIâm going back to bed. Stop fucking staring at her, itâs creepy.â
âWhatever,â Ran said, waving his hand, sparing you one last look as you let out a soft hum in your sleep. His mouth went dry when he noticed that your blankets had slipped off your leg, revealing your skin all the way up to your thighs.
âRan,â Rindou said sharply, and Ran rolled his eyes, finally ripping his eyes off of you to quietly shut the door behind him, âDonât.â
Ran only smiled, âRelax,â he murmured, mind already whirring as plans bounced around his head, âI wouldnât do anything she doesnât want.â
---
You let out a frustrated breath as you looked down at the wires in your hand and then back up at the television, unable to figure out which cord you had plugged in wrong. You were exhausted, and your body was sore from working out, and you just wanted to lay down on the couch and binge the latest season of your favorite show. Why your father had decided to unplug the television before leaving for work was a mystery to you, you had heard him complaining about the picture being more static than usual and calling an electrician over to look at it after having fiddled with it for an hour and giving up.
He could have at least put it back the way it was before he fucked around with it, you thought to yourself. But knowing your father, he didnât know how to put it back the way he had found it.
You grit your teeth as you looked between the wires and television again, going in for the fifth attempt. As you fiddled with the wires, you heard the shower water turn off in the distance. You frowned, instantly shooting a suspicious look in the direction of the bathroom.
The brothers had been around more often since the night they had shown up a few days agoâRan, in particular. You didnât know whyâthey had claimed to their mother that it was because they hadnât seen her too often over the past year but you had a feeling that the excuse was not the real reason.
The number of times you had come home to Rindou smoking a joint by the pool or Ran wandering around shirtless after a shower, tattoos broad on display, was ridiculous, really. You hated how nervous the two of them made you, you hated how Rindou would barely spare you a glance even when you tried to say hi to him, and you hated how Ran was so touchy with you and you hated even more the part of you that couldnât seem to get enough of it.
They had you on edgeâboth of them did, albeit for different reasons.Â
âNeed help?â your eyes widened as you turned your head to the side, eyes catching sight of Ran leaning up against the wall next to the fireplace, towel hanging low on his waist and another towel draped around his shoulders. Your mouth was dry as your gaze darted down, just as it always did whenever you caught him walking around shirtless, dipping down and tracing his tattoos right to his v-line before you went hot, realizing what you were doing and looking back up. He raised his eyebrows, the smirk on his face very telling of the fact he knew exactly what you were looking at.
Your face heated up in humiliation, you tried to remember what he had asked.
Help, he had asked if you needed help.
Your eyes darted between him and the television that you just couldnât seem to hook up correctly--you wondered how long he had been standing there watching you struggle with it before he finally spoke up. You werenât sure how long you had been lost in thought. Silently, you cursed your father yet again for unplugging it before he left for work.
You didnât want to ask him for help, there was something about Mrs. Haitaniâs older son that really, really rubbed you the wrong way. He was always nice to you, too nice, even, and it should be putting you at easeâŠ
ButâŠ
Your eyes met his lavender ones, they were sharp, calculating, and you had a strange, distinct feeling, one that you couldnât quite place but you were sure it was reminiscent of how a deer might feel when itâs cornered by a predator with nowhere to run.
You swallowed thickly, âYeah,â you said quietly, looking away from him. Ran peeled off the wall, walking closer to you and your fingers twitched at your sides when he finally stood in front of you. Silently, you held out the wires you were trying to hook up and your breath caught as Ran reached out to take them, fingers brushing yours.
You stood there for a moment, unmoving. Ran raised his eyebrows again and you frowned, unsure of what he wanted. His lips twitched up, a sort of mocking amusement dancing in his eyes, âGotta get past you, doll,â he murmured.
Your face went hot again as you realized you were standing right in front of where he had to get to, and just as you were about to move out of the way, your eyes widened, Ran pressed his hand against the small of your back, sliding past you. And you felt dizzy, the scent of his body wash was overwhelming, the feeling of his body brushing against yours, you could feel his skin--you felt light-headed and you didnât even know why.Â
As if he could sense how the brief contact had flustered you, he tossed you a wink. You stood there, stiff and nervous as he shifted the television on the wall mount so he could access the plugs better.
âCâmere,â he said, nodding his head to you, âIâll show you so you know how to do it next time.â
You swore your heart was in your throat. The area behind the television was small, too small, you would be pushed up against him if he wanted you to come watch him plug it in. Just as you were about to shake your head and take a step back, Ran reached forward, tugging you a little closer.Â
Your breath caught as your back pressed against his chest. He let out a quiet apology, not having meant to pull you that hard--but a part of you didnât believe him even as you told him it was okay. You took a step away so that your body wasnât flush against his but it didnât help.
You could barely focus on the way his long fingers fiddled with the wires, connecting them correctly. His voice was low in your ear, smooth like honey as he explained what you were fucking up with. It had your blood running hot and your hair standing up all at the same time.Â
His words went in one ear, out the otherâyou were more absorbed in the way you could feel how his skin was still hot from the shower he had taken, in the way you could smell his body wash so intensely, in the way you could hear each and every subtle fluctuation in his tone.
You prayed to god that he didnât ask you to hook the television up yourself after he was done explaining to prove you understood what he was saying. On one hand, you knew damn well he already knew just how affected you were by his proximity and you were sure the satisfaction of that would be enough for him but on the other, you had a distinct feeling that Haitani Ran was the sort of man that got off on humiliation.
He was dangerous, you realized to yourself thickly. Your father kept you sheltered, but you were not naive. You knew of the rumors circulating Tokyo surrounding the people that bore the tattoo marring your stepbrothersâ throats, and you knew that the rumors were more than just rumors.Â
An unsteady feeling curled in your stomach as Ran finished explaining. You stepped away, still feeling hot and unwilling to look at him as you made your way to the couch, shooting him a quiet, stuttered thanks as your shaky hand lifted the remote.
He sat next to you.
Too close. You could feel his skin brushing yours, you could see the way his towel loosened from the corner of your eye.
âWhatâre you gonna watch?â Ran asked curiously.
âA show,â you responded tensely, trying to loosen the way your jaw had clenched tight at his proximity yet again.Â
He was waiting for you to elaborate, you realized and you let out a soft breath as you told him the name of the show, stupidly mentioning that it was your favorite.
âMmm, hit play,â he hummed, âIâll watch a few episodes with you, donât think Iâve got anything else to do today anyway.â
With a figure that trembled just a bit too much to be solely from the way the air conditioning was blasting in the house, you pressed play on the remoteâdesperately trying to relax yourself against the cushions and ignore the way Ranâs toned arm was draped on the couch behind your head, ignore the way that if you looked out of the corner of your eye, your gaze could dip down below his towel from the way he was sitting.
Haitani Ran was dangerous, you noted again, hoping he missed the way you had instinctively rubbed your thighs together, especially if he could throw you off kilter like this so badly, if he could fluster you so intensely with minimal actions.
He was dangerous in more ways than one, you glanced at the tattoo branding his throat again and then went hot when he flashed you another smile. Very dangerous and you had always hated danger, no matter how appealing the form it came in was.Â
And that realization was all you needed to know to come to the conclusion that you would stay the fuck away from Haitani Ran and his charming smiles and captivating words no matter what the cost.
â
Haitani Rindou could not understand. It took a lot to boggle him like this but his older brotherâs obsession with you was certainly more than enough to render him to such a state.
And it wasnât like he didnât try to understand. He did, he swore he did. Especially after Ran made that comment about how Rindou would switch up, and he only tried to understand because he wanted to avoid what might cause the switch up just so Ran couldnât hold that âI told you soâ over his head.
But he could not understand. He did not know why Ran was so captivated by you, he did not know why Ran was so insistent that Rindou would switch up, and he certainly did not know why you kept trying to talk to him despite the fact he was cold and aloof with you.Â
Or, well, maybe he did know. Rindouâs lips pulled up around his cigarette as he made his way through the house toward the back door. You could not stand Ran, that much was apparent from how you had begun to actively avoid him. Whenever he walked into the room, you were moving in the opposite direction almost instantly. Maybe it wasnât that you couldnât stand him, he considered, more than it was Ran having come on to you too strong.Â
You were a lot like a deer, Rindou noted, inhaling a deep breath of smoke before tilting his head back and exhaling, letting it cloud around him. Hesitant, wary, ready to bolt at the first sign of danger, and evidently, you had deemed Ran as dangerous. Rindou would be insulted, really, that you didnât seem to view him as dangerous but he found it way more amusing watching the frustration cross Ranâs face every time you drifted over toward Rindou or whenever you fled the room as soon as he showed up.Â
Rindou pushed open the back door, making his way out toward the pool, pausing mid step when he caught sight of you floating in the pool on one of the pink inflatable pool mats. You lowered your sunglasses when you heard the door open, tilting your head up to look at whoever had come outside. Your lips had been twisted down in suspicion until you seemed to recognize Rindou. Your lips turned up and you lifted your hand to wave at him.Â
Rindou ignored you, trying to hide the smile that nearly touched his lips when he realized you must have been suspicious over the fact that it might have been Ran that came outside. He debated on going back inside but decided against it--Ran was arguing on the phone with Kokonoi and Sanzu, and Rindou knew it was only a matter of time before the argument started getting loud and he did not particularly want to deal with that.Â
Holding the cigarette between his lips, he took off his tank top, pulling out his phone as he sat down on the pool chair next to the water. He scrolled through the groupchat he had with Mochi and Kakucho, snorting when he realized that the two of them must be in the same room as Kokonoi and Sanzu, listening as the argument drew on between them and Ran.
16:33 Kakucho: Sanzu wonât shut the fuck up, think Ran might actually lose it this time?
16:34 Mochi: Oh yeah, there he goesÂ
As if on cue, a crash came from inside the house. Rindou snickered, shooting a message to them before a splash from the pool caught his attention. His gaze darted up above his phone right as he pressed send. He raised his eyebrows when he caught sight of you wading toward him, head bobbing above the water as you leaned up against the side of the pool.
âHi,â you said, eyes happy as you looked up at him. He wondered what changed from the first night he had met you when you could barely look him in the eye. Or he supposed that he did know, you considered him the lesser of two evils now.Â
âHey,â Rindou responded, meeting your eyes for half a second before letting his gaze drift back toward the house. Ran was at the window, phone pressed to his ear, eyes dark when he noticed that you were initiating conversation with Rindou.
Rindou, who had been very much intent on ignoring you after you exchanged your greetings, abruptly had a much better idea.Â
He sat up from where he was leaning back against the pool chair, putting his phone down, legs spread and feet pressed on the ground on either side of the chair, elbows resting on his thighs. Your eyes brightened over the fact that he wasnât ignoring you, Rindou bit back a smirk when he noticed the vile, frustrated expression that crossed over Ranâs face when he noticed.Â
Not as fun when youâre not the first choice, hm? Rindou jabbed silently toward his older brother, having been in that exact position for the majority of his life. He knew that the only reason Ran had been so arrogant with his, âyouâll switch up,â was because he was certain that you would prefer him over Rindou anyway, as most women have. And now that it was becoming apparent that that was not, in fact, the caseâŠ
Rindou was suddenly a whole lot more interested in you, even if it were for all the wrong reasons.Â
You propped your elbows up on the edge of the pool, resting your chin on one of your palms as you looked up at him.Â
âWhatcha guys hanging around so often for now anyway?â you asked, eyes lidded in a way that had his thoughts taking a rather filthy turn. He scolded himself silently, hating the way his blood jumped as you looked up at him through your lashes, eyes wide and curious.
He supposed he could see the attraction. He calculated you as he gave you a half-assed answer as to why he and Ran were suddenly all over their motherâs place again. You were a pretty little thing, that was for sure, and Ran had always enjoyed pretty little things like you. Rindou too, of course, but he had never seen it grow to this much of an obsession.
He watched as you babbled on about one of your classes--he wasnât even quite sure how the conversation changed to this, but in his defense he hadnât really been paying attention, too focused on trying to piece together the mystery you had thrown on him. He was grateful for the sudden change in your demeanor--this way he could focus on trying to figure this out while you distracted yourself with your conversation. You had been quiet the night that they had met you--quiet and timid and nervous. You were still that way whenever Ran was around, but Rindou thought he might prefer this side of you--the bright smile and brighter eyes that decorated your expression as you chatted animatedly about your interests. Interests that he genuinely couldnât care less about but he still found himself listening fairly intently to as you went on and on about world politics.Â
You wanted to be a lawyer specializing in international law, he learned, eyes tracing your lips as you told him about a presentation you had on about the geopolitical risks of nuclear technology.Â
He asked you a question about your presentation, he watched as your eyes lit up, as you pushed yourself out of the pool just a little more, his breath caught as your breasts bounced at the subtle movement. Momentarily, Rindouâs gaze dropped down, watching as water droplets dripped down your collarbone and between your breasts.Â
He dragged his eyes back up to your face, gaze slowly tracing up the water droplets still dripping down your body up to your lips, spread wide across your face in a sort of smile that ignited something in him that he didnât expect. His mouth felt dry, his eyes met yours again. You didnât notice--he supposed he should be grateful for that. The last thing he needed was for you to start thinking he and Ran were the same.Â
Oh.
Realization hit him slowly--in a sort of way that had his skin crawling and heart stuttering in his chest. He spared one last glance to the window he had seen his brother in not ten minutes before, eyes wide and panic beginning to hit becauseâŠ
⊠because Rindou had a distinct feeling that he just fucked himself.
---
Like his brother, Haitani Ran also could not understand. He was absolutely baffled as to how he had gone so horribly wrong with you. He had been nice, friendly, he went out of his way to try to help you and he made sure that he kept his temper in check whenever you were around even when Rindou was purposefully needling him. He had done all of that, and yet you still refused to talk to him--go near him, even.
But somehow you were perfectly comfortable with Rindou, and Ran just couldnât understand why no matter how hard he tried.Â
His thin temper was on the verge of snapping, and it would not be pretty for anybody if, or more likely when, it did.Â
His jaw was tight as he stared down at his glass of wine, watching the red liquid slosh back and forth as he circled his hand.Â
He didnât even know why this was bothering him so much. Or he supposed he did, Ran was pretty sure this was the first time ever that a woman had not chased after him. And likewise, it was the first time ever that he had chased after a woman.Â
And that was what had Ran so confused.Â
Why the fuck was he chasing after you?
Why was it not working?
Why was he continuing to chase when it was apparent that it wasnât working?
Well, the last question was easy to answer--Ran had always had trouble accepting defeat and this was turning into one of the most frustrating games of his life.Â
His finger hovered above the call button on his cell phone.
Humiliating, this would be fucking humiliating. Mochiâs number was displayed bright on his screen, and he knew that calling his friend would result in a number of jokes at his expense but Ran wasnât sure what else to do.
He could practically hear the comments already and it had his face heating up in anger and embarrassment.Â
How the fuck was he supposed to explain that he was trying and failing to seduce his new step-sister without sounding like an absolute fucking loser?
There was no way, he realized mournfully, locking his phone and shoving it back in his pocket, downing the rest of his drink. He would have to figure it out by himself.
He glanced over to the clock on the wall. It was late, obscenely so, he hadnât realized how quickly the time had passed, and Ran felt dread pooling in him when he remembered that he had a meeting first thing in the morning.
He let out a long sigh, tipping his head back and downing the rest of his glass. Placing the glass back down on the counter, head fuzzy from the alcohol, Ran began to make his way back toward his room.
A part of him hated you, truly. He felt it deep in his chest, flowing throughout his body. He never tried for anyone, ever, not until you--and you, the first person he genuinely tried for, only brushed him off, avoided him.
It was fucking embarrassing. Humiliating. He knew that Rindou was laughing at him whenever he got the chance, and he knew that if the others found out, they would be doing the same exact thing.
The fact that he had even been considering going to Mochi about this, to ask his advice concerning how the fuck to approach you, was a mystery in itself. Mochi would have never let him live it down and you should not matter to him this much.
Why the fuck did he care so much about what you thought of him? Why was he so desperate to make you see him, want him? He had never been that way with other women, why you?
Even if he had been right a few nights ago when he decided the reason he wanted you was because he wanted to taint that purity that seemed to cling to you like a second skin, it didnât explain why he was trying so fucking hard when it was obvious you had no interest.
It was exhausting. And he was certain it was driving him half-mad, watching you hang around his brother like an elementary school girl with a crush all the while avoiding him like the plague.
He let out a heavy sigh, sparing your ajar bedroom door a hateful glare as he made his way toward it so he could pass it to get to his own room further down the hall.Â
It was a waste of his time, he told himself, he was better off forgetting you and going back to women at the club. But even as the thought crossed his mind, the picture of your wide eyes and long lashes looking up at him as he helped you hook up the television flashed through his head, he recalled your soft voice and even softer skin as he sat just a bit too close to you and all he could think of was how your body would feel beneath his, how you would sound crying out his name, wide eyes glassy and tears spilling over your cheeks as you begged him for more and begged him to slow down all at the same time.Â
Ran let out a low groan, shutting his eyes and tilting his head back against the wall next to your door.Â
Fuck, he thought to himself, letting out a shaky, heavy breath as he tried to work himself up to continuing back to his room.
You were so close, he swallowed thickly. You were just behind the door and Ran could practically picture the way you were fast asleep in bed, blankets strewn all over, one bare leg visible, pajama shirt riding up your stomach. Your lips would be wet and parted, soft puffs of air escaping your lips as you slept soundly, unaware of his presence on the opposite side of the door and the vile, vile thoughts running through his head.
Another noise escaped his lips, his eyes screwed shut. What the fuck was wrong with him? he wanted to scream at himself, he wanted to pick his feet up to keep moving down the hall but he couldnât.
Especially when he heard noise coming from inside your room.Â
His head fell to the side, eyes trained on your door as he listened intently. You should be asleep, fast asleep, really, he had been in the kitchen with you when you took your sleeping pills earlier. Was he imagining it?
No, he definitely wasnât. A quiet whimper resounded from your room, one that he would have missed had he not been listening for it.
There were no sounds of movement from behind the door, Ran was so still that he was certain if someone passed by they wouldâve mistaken him for a statue.
He waited a momentâanother, he recognized, swallowing thickly as he glanced at the door, a hot feeling pooling in his lower abdomen. Maybe you were having a nightmare? he considered, trying to figure out what to do.
His palm pressed flat against the ajar door, hesitating only for a moment before pushing it open. He winced at the creak, and cursed his mother for never replacing the hinges on the older doors in the house. And just as Ran was about to take a step into the room, he froze, because the next noise that escaped your lips was not a whimper.
His eyes ripped up to where you were laying, mouth going dry as his gaze landed on you, covers strewn on top of you, just like he expected, quick, heavy pants escaping swollen lips, chest rising and falling rapidly. You were wearing different pajamas tonightâa tank top that was half-falling off of you and a pair of shorts that barely covered anythingâand Ran could not take his eyes off of you, and he wouldnât have wanted to even if he could.
Your eyes were squeezed shut tight, sweat beaded at your skin, body shifting and squirming underneath the thin sheetâyou had tossed your comforter off some time during the night. Another soft moan escaped your lips, unmistakable this time, and Ranâs cock twitched at the thought.Â
Fuck, he thought, his feet were pressed hard against the ground. He tried to force himself to turn on his heel and walk away but he couldnât.
It would be the right thing to do, Ran told himself but Haitani Ran had never been a good man, and a part of him wondered why the fuck he should start now.
But Rindouâs words circulated through his headâdonât ruin this for momâand more selfishly, a part of him really was worried you would wake up, no matter how illogical the fear might be (he had seen you take the pills), and if you woke up and saw him, any chance he had would be thrown out the window.
With that thought in mind and a litany of curses running through his head, he took a step out of your room, closing the door behind him. Just as he was about to quietly shut it, another noise left your lips.
His name.
Ran stared ahead blankly, scared, if only for a second, that you had woken up and seen him. He glanced back over his shoulder, a million excuses on the tip of his tongue, but his lips only parted in shock when he realized you were still asleep.
Oh fuck.
God was testing him, he realized. His throat felt tight, his head felt dizzy. He took in a deep breath. Fuck.
And it took absolutely everything Ran had in him to step out of your room and close the door behind him. His eyes slid shut as he leaned back against the door, trying to control himself.
His hand twitched toward the buckle of his pants, cock straining against the tightness of his slacks, abdomen tense and breath shaky. The sight of you squirming in bed, the sound of your whimpers and moans playing on repeat through his headâhis name.Â
You wanted him.
The thought was almost enough to push him over the edge after having heard you moan his name in your sleep. For all of your avoidance and excuses, you wanted him, and it set a new sort of fire running through his blood, igniting the determination that had slowly faded after two weeks of rejection.
You and your father and his mother were going on vacation next week, Ran remembered, head half-dizzy and legs all but trembling as he made his way back to his room.
He would figure out a game plan while you were gone, and once you were back, he swore to fucking god, he would do this right.
â
Something had changed.
You werenât sure how, or what exactly it was, but something had changed and it had you on edge.Â
At first it was just Ran that had thrown you off kilter, unnerved by how familiar he acted with you and unhappy with the very unwelcome feelings he had brought upon you. But now it was Rindou too, and you hated it because he hadnât been the one to change. He was still aloof with you, he was still distant, but now every time he accidentally (was it really accidentally?) brushed up against you, your head felt fuzzy and your body felt hot.
It had been easy to avoid Ran, because you would run to Rindou instead, but now Rindou wasnât an option because he was making you feel those same, equally unwelcome feelings.
You shut your eyes. You hated it.
School. Studying. Clubs.Â
That was your life.
You wanted to do well in university. You wanted to get into the best law school. You wanted to make a name for yourself.
And now you wanted them.
You wanted them, and you hated it.Â
You wished you could go back to before you had met them, you wished you had stayed in your room and gotten a shitty night of sleep because now you couldnât focus on anything but them.
Every time your professor droned on in class, your mind would wander to the way that Ranâs body had felt pressed up against yours that day he helped you with the television, your head would feel dizzy as you wondered how he would feel pressed up behind you in different scenariosâon his bed, over your desk, against the door to your parentsâ bedroom. Your mind would wander to Rindou and his ever-apathetic expression, and you wondered what expression he would make if you were on your knees in front of him, if he was hovering above you with your legs hooked over his shoulders, and every time you realized just how far your mind had drifted, your face heated up and your eyes got teary.
You had never been like this before. You hadnât. You werenât totally inexperienced, youâd had a boyfriend before, but you had never been so dumb and obsessed over some guyâs cock before. You werenât the type to just sit there and fantasize for hours on end but now you were and it was affecting your studies and it was their fault.
And it wasnât just some guy, you wanted to cry, they were your brothers. Your brothers. Your father had married their mother. They were your brothers, maybe not by blood, but they were still your family, and all you could think about was them having their way with you in any and every possible position.
âYou okay, hun?â you nearly flinched at the sound of Mrs. Haitaniâs voice, and you wanted to cry even more when you noticed the genuine concern. She was worried about you as if you hadnât just been having vile thoughts about her sons.
âYeah,â your voice cracked, âIâm okay.â
She didnât believe you, but for once she didnât push and you were grateful.Â
âAre you sure you donât want to come with us?â she sat on the couch next to you. Her suitcase was packed by the door next to your fatherâs, she was dressed fancy in a nice fur coat and hat. âItâll only take a few minutes to pack, there should still be an extra seat in first class near us.â
âIâm sure,â you said softly, âI have an exam in two weeks, I really need to study.â
Mrs. Haitani sighed, but she nodded, rising to her feet. âIf you say so,â she sounded disappointed, but you couldnât really bring yourself to feel guilty.
With your father and Mrs. Haitani out of the house, and the brothers thinking you were with them, you would have plenty of time to study and get yourself under control, and you would be sure to take advantage of it.
â
He had fucked up. He had so awfully, terribly fucked up that he didnât know if he would even be able to recover from it. Rindou gasped for breath as he frantically tried to turn his bike on, holding his wounded side and grimacing as he sat on the seat. As quick as possible, he pulled out of the warehouse.Â
He had stumbled right into a fucking trap, and he had no one to blame but himself but he wasnât going to admit that to anyone--not even his brother. He was the one who had pushed for accepting the deal from their rivals, Sanzu had been vehemently against it--claiming that they were just trying to set Bonten up--and Rindou had been stubborn, too stubborn, once he realized Sanzu was disagreeing with him. It had turned into a battle of egos because there was no way he would ever let Sanzu win because he knew damn well Sanzu would never shut up about it--Sanzu had it out for them ever since the Kanto Manji days, and it had only gotten worse over time.
He had wanted to prove the fucker wrong and all he had done was give him more ammunition against Rindou and his brother. Rindou was not prepared for the slew of insults and accusations that were going to be thrown his way at the next meeting.
Assuming he survived the night.
He couldnât worry about that yet.Â
First, he had to get out of enemy territory, and then he had to get his wound closed up before he fucking bled out.Â
The speedometer ticked upwards as he sped down the streets, trying to lose the cars chasing behind him. Each little movement had pain shooting through his body so intense that it had his vision going spotty.Â
He might die, he realized, a sick feeling in his stomach as he took a sharp turn down another street, gasping as the movement ripped the wound open more.
He turned down another street, and another, and another after that. His vision tunneled and blurred, once he was certain that he had at the very least lost the immediate tails on him, he fumbled to pull his phone from his pocket.Â
It was night time, and it was drizzling, and he supposed he should be more careful but he also supposed that being reckless was really his only option right now--his chances of survival were already slim anyway.Â
He pressed the first number that popped up on his screen--Ran.Â
âWhat the fuck is going on?â Ran picked up instantly, voice panicked, and Rindou could practically picture the expression on his face. Guilt ate at his stomach. âRindou, wh-â
âWas a fuckinâ trap,â the words were bitter to admit out loud. âI got shot, I lost the people chasing me. Iâm gonna head to momâs place, itâs closer than the apartment.â
Rindou could hear Ran choke, âYou got shot?â he demanded, âWhat about all the backup-â
âDead,â Rindou grunted, swerving dangerously as his vision started going out again, âWe donât have time for this right now. Mom and the new guy are on vacation, right? I donât want her to see me like this.â
âThey are,â he heard Ran say over the line, his voice tense, laced with worry, and Rindou hated that it was because of him, âIâll be there in twenty. Slow the bleeding, okay?â
âYeah, I know,â Rindou muttered, hanging up the phone and stuffing it back into his pocket as he came to a hasty stop at the front of the house. He let out a slew of curses as his feet hit the ground, pain shooting up his side again.
He stumbled into the house, eyes frantic and breath quick. It fucking hurt, he grit his teeth hard as he looked around. He couldnât remember where his mother had kept the bandages or needle and thread to stitch the wound up.
Fuck, he thought to himself, side on fire as his gaze darted around. The bathroom?Â
Just as he was about to make his way to the bathroom, a noise made him freeze. Inhaling sharply, he reached for the gun holstered at its side, flicking the safety off and holding it up, ignoring how his side screamed in pain at the movement.
The hallway was dark and it took all of Rindouâs self control not to get trigger-happy. No one should be here--his mom, your father, you, you guys were all on vacation. The house should have been empty. His finger twitched as a shadow appeared in the hallway, a hesitant figure making its way toward him.
âWho-â
âRindou?â
The anxiety that had been building in his chest disappeared in an instant at the sight of you standing at the edge of the hallway, dressed in pale pink silk pajamas, similar to the ones you had been wearing that first night. He dropped the gun to his side, letting out a breath he didnât know he was holding, âY/n,â he breathed out, âthe fuck are you doing here? Shouldnât you be with mom and your dad in Santorini?â
You shook your head, âNo, I stayed home,â you said quietly, stepping into the sitting room. Your eyes darted around suspiciously before they finally focused on him, widening when you saw the blood staining his shirt and dripping down the side of his body. âYouâre hurt.â
No shit, he nearly said but he bit the snippy words as soon as they reached the tip of his tongue when you rushed toward him, âCome, your mom keeps the medical stuff in her bedroomâs bathroom.â
You wrapped an arm around Rindouâs waist, careful to not put pressure on the wound and Rindou let out a shaky breath as he leaned into you a bit, not wanting to throw his whole weight on top of you and topple the two of you over. He let his eyes slide shut as you guided him through the halls.Â
You were talking, but your voice was wavering and he could feel the way you were trembling against him. You were scared, and Rindou supposed a part of him felt guilty for it, but in his defense, you were not supposed to be here.
You turned on the light of the bathroom, ushering him to sit on the closed toilet seat. You didnât say anything as you kneeled in front of the bathroom cabinet pulling out a bunch of different items before shuffling back over to him. Rindouâs eyes felt heavy as he looked down at you, watching as you knelt between his legs.Â
âIâm going to take off your shirt,â you said after a moment, looking up at him, âTo see the wound.â
Rindou only let out a grunt in response, grimacing as he forced himself to sit up straight. You fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, fingers shaky. Rindou liked to blame it on the blood loss-induced haze, really, because when he looked down at you, watching your fingers trace his skin as you wiped away the blood with an antiseptic wipe, he couldnât help the way his mind wandered.
And a part of him wanted to punch himself in the face because here he was, bleeding out in his childhood home, his new step-sister helping patch him up, and the only thing he could think about was how fucking pretty you look on your knees in front of him.Â
Get a hold of yourself, Rindou spat at himself, gritting his teeth and letting his head fall back as you pressed the needle into his skin. A hiss escaped his lips at the sting and you apologized softly under your breath.
Rindouâs eyes were lidded as looked down at you, kneeling between his legs, elbows propped on his side as you stitched up the wound in his lower abdomen.
âHow do you know how to do this?â he asked, which was evidently a mistake because your gaze shifted up toward him, looking up at him through your lashes with wide eyes.
God was testing him, he decided, forcing his gaze away from you and looking back up at the ceiling.
âMy ex got into fights a lot,â you finally said. He did not like the thought of you having an âexâ but he couldnât linger on it long as you continued, he could practically hear the amused smile twitching at your lips, âhe didnât often win.â
Rindou snorted, but the action made him wince.Â
âThe bullet went through, so iâll stitch the other side and you should be fine,â you said after a few moments of silence, â⊠youâll still probably wanna get this checked out by an actual doctor though.â
âYeah, I will tomorrow or something,â not an actual doctor though, just one of the oneâs on Bontenâs payroll. Going to a hospital was not exactly an option for him, and from the way you didnât even question why he didnât go to one, he had a feeling you knew that.
The bathroom door slammed open. Rindou jumped, fumbling for his gun, you let out a surprised shriek, just as he had a firm grasp on the grip of the gun, he realized who exactly had entered the bathroom with them.
âRan, what the fuck?â Rindou demanded, heart racing as he relaxed back on the seat, âI thought you said twenty minutes.â
Ran shot him an irritated look, out of breath and still significantly frazzled, âYou got shot,â was all he said in response, and Rindou wondered just how fast Ran had driven to get to the house so fast. âYou donât know how to patch up your own wounds you could have bled out.â
Rindou looked away. Ran was right, of course, but he wasnât going to admit that.
âI thought you were on vacation,â Ran said, having finally noticed who exactly was kneeling in front of Rindou, stitching him up.
âI didnât go,â you said quietly. Ran let out a hum, moving around you to sit down on the side of the tub next to Rindou, watching intently as you finished stitching the entrance wound. You tapped his thigh and Rindou took it as a cue to turn, straddling the toilet seat, facing the tank as you began to start on the exit wound.
Rindou made the mistake of looking at Ran, who was watching the two of you curiously. Rindou did not like the look on his face.
You stood up after a few minutes of tense silence, looking awkwardly between the two of them, âIâm gonna head to bed,â you said, âthe stitching is pretty sloppy but it gets it done for now.â
âThanks,â Rindou said, voice rough, and he felt a little bad because he should have been nicerâyou just saved his ass, after allâbut all he could focus on was how Ran was watching him with that stupid, knowing look on his face.
As soon as you left the bathroom, Ran was running his mouth, âYou switched up,â he said so matter-of-factly that there was no arguing against it.
Rindou looked away, âFuck you.â
âBet you wish you were fucking her,â Ran countered in response and Rindou scoffed.
âFuck you,â he said even louder, glaring at Ran heatedly. Ran only grinned, eyes bright. âShouldnât you still be sulky over the fact she wonât even look at you?â Rindou spit out, voice vile.
Ran looked unbothered and the thought had Rindouâs skin crawling because just a few days ago Ran had been furious and distressed over it.
What had changed?
âWhy would I be?â Ranâs voice was teasing, too light to be of comfort.
âThe fuck you mean why would you be? Youâve been shitty over the fact she likes me more for weeks,â Rindou snapped.
Ranâs smile had Rindou nervous.
âOh, does she?â Ran cooed, âI donât think it was your name she was moaning in her sleep, little brother.â
Rindouâs expression dropped, he stared at Ran, âYouâre lying,â he hissed but Rindou knew that he wasnât.Â
âMmm, it seems our new baby sister likes me a bit more than she lets on, Rindou.â
âÂ
Youâd been tossing and turning for two hours. You couldnât get your mind off of the brothers.
Again.
You had never seen Ran like that before, so serious, so scared. He had been terrified when he first burst through the bathroom door, and you werenât sure you could exactly blame him. When you had seen Rindou stumbling through the sitting room, blood soaked through his shirt and dripping onto the floor, you swore that your heart was in your throat.Â
You sighed as you sat up in bed, hands pressed against the mattress behind you, head tilted back as you looked up at the ceiling.Â
Your hands were still shaking, you noticed, swallowing thickly as you shifted to sit off the side of the bed, feet dangling for a moment before you forced yourself to stand up. You had classes again tomorrow, but you couldnât bring yourself to sleep. You were stressed over Rindouâs wound, you were stressed over whatever caused the wound, and you were stressed over the fact that no matter what you did, you could not take your mind off of either of them.Â
This was not like you. A part of you was angry that they had showed up--this was supposed to be your week to relax, your week to finally get yourself under control, to focus back on school and studying and all of the upcoming exams you were going to have to suffer through.
Instead here they were, and here you were, once again up half of the night thinking about them.Â
You should have taken your pills, you realized, but you were thrown off so badly by Rindouâs appearance that you had totally forgotten about them, and if you took them now, you wouldnât be able to wake up for your 8 AM class tomorrow.Â
You let out another irritated breath, rising to your feet. You might as well go make yourself some sort of tea to try to help you doze off.Â
Just as you were about to make your way to the door, you paused when you heard a rather harsh knock at your door, two familiar voices behind it.Â
âRindou, câmon,â you heard Ran mutter.
âFuck off,â Rindou snapped right back.
You sighed, speak of the devils. Your feet dragged against the ground as you made your way to your door, pulling it open and looking up at Rindou and Ran. The question on your lips died when you saw just how furious Rindou looked as he pushed past you into your room.
âUm-â you began, turning to look at him but he cut you off.Â
âYou like stringinâ both of us along?â Rindou demanded, taking a step closer to you.Â
Your jaw went slack, your face was on fire. You took a step back, stepping right into Ranâs chest. Ran shot you a smile unfitting for the situation, one hand on your hip as he made you take another step forward, back into the center of the room so he could follow Rindou into the room, shutting the door behind him.Â
âI asked you a question,â Rindou said sharply, reaching forward to grab your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. Your eyes were wide as you stared at him, a dark look circulated behind his eyes but you couldnât pinpoint whether or not it was anger or⊠something else.Â
You bit your bottom lip, trying to look away, but his grip tightened. âI donât know what youâre talking about,â you stuttered over the words, you were sure Rindou could feel how hot your face was beneath his fingers. âI donât know-â
âNo?â Ran cooed, coming right up behind you again, just like that day where he was helping you with the television. Your breath shook as you felt his body press up against your back, fingers grazing your hips as he held you in place lightly. âAre you calling my brother a liar, doll?âÂ
âI-I didnât say that,â you said, trying to shake your head and failing when Rindou didnât let you move your face.âI did not say th-â
âSo youâre saying thereâs some truth behind it?â Ran interrupted you. He leaned down, you could feel his lips brush the shell of your ear, you hated how your body shivered directly in response to it, and you hated how you knew damn well that Ran noticed if the chuckle he let out was anything to say about it. He clicked his tongue mockingly. âHow filthy, doll, have you been fantasizing about your big brothers?â
You blanched, fingers trembling, body hot--and you werenât sure if it was from embarrassment or from the feeling of both of them so close.Â
âY-youâre not my brothers,â you cried out, trying to push away from them but you couldnât get yourself free. âYou are not my brothers, donât say that, thatâs so-â
âOh?â Ran murmured, and you had a feeling that you had walked right into whatever trap he had laid out for you, âSo you have been fantasizing about us?â
Your heart was in your throat, âNo, no, I did not say that either-â you tried to shake your head again but couldnât. Rindou scoffed, you felt tears spring to your eyes. âI didnât-â
âYou havenât?â Rindouâs voice was harsh, mean, you took in a wet, shaky breath, âSo then why the fuck were you moaning Ranâs name in your sleep, huh?âÂ
You swore your world went still, your ears were ringing, his words rang in your head over and over and over again.Â
Moaning Ranâs name in your sleep-
âThereâs no-thereâs no way,â you couldnât breathe, âYou mustâve heard wrong, thereâs no-â
You were lying through your teeth, you had woken up many times over the past few weeks from less than pure dreams about one, or both, of the brothers. But there was no way they had overheard you--you donât sleep talk, there was no way. You had never sleep talked before as far as you knew.Â
âMm, but you did, princess,â Rindouâs tone was laced with malice, eyes heated as he stared down at you.
âI didnât,â you tried again, âI didnât, I donât think of you guys that way, I don-â
âYou havenât?â Ran cooed, his lips were still close to your ear, you couldnât help the way your eyes fluttered shut, âWell, if you donât think of us that way, then I guess you donât wanna hear all the dirty little fantasies Iâve had about you, do you?â
Your breath caught, your mouth went dry, âH-huh?â was all you could say, and you wished that Rindouâs grip on your face would loosen so you could look back at him but Rindou forced you to keep looking at him.Â
âIâve thought about you a lot,â he murmured, and you trembled when you felt his lips brush your ear before dipping lower, ghosting across the skin of your neck, breath hot and dizzying against your skin, âThought about that pretty face of yours, havinâ those pretty lips wrapped around my cock. You think you could handle my cock, doll? ⊠I donât think so, but I think youâd look real good chokinâ all over me.â
You bit back a whimper, lips parting when the fingers on your waist trailed lower, tracing light patterns on your hip bone, sliding even lower, too low. Your breath was quick, you could feel your body reacting to his touches, and you could feel the way his lips were pulling up in amusement.
âThought about that pretty pussy of yours too, thought about ruininâ it,â he breathed out, teeth grazing your skin. This time you couldnât hold back the whimper. âStuffinâ you so full of my cum that itâs leakinâ from your cunt for days.â
You shifted, accidentally brushing against Ranâs cock. A gasp ripped from your lips when he let out a low groan against your skin, âThought about bending you over that desk youâre always doinâ your work on, takinâ you over the hood of your dadâs fancy car, splitting you open while you try to focus during one of those dumb Zoom meetings for your club.â
âSânot right,â you gasped as one of Ranâs hands flattened against your lower stomach, pressing you harder against him, âWe can-â
Your eyes snapped back open when a hand wrapped tight around your throat, pulling you right from Ranâs grasp and backing you up into the bed. You gasped as the back of your knees hit the mattress, falling back flat, Rindou hovering on top of you, eyes dark and lips twisted down.
âRin,â you gasped, âWe shouldnât, your wound and-and our parents and-â
âFuck the wound and fuck them,â Rindou spat out and a soft keen left your lips when he let go of your neck, lips attaching to the spot beneath your jaw instantly. His mouth sucked hard at your neck, and you knew it would leave marks come morning but you couldnât bring yourself to care, while his tongue drew pretty patterns against your skin, as if he was trying to soothe the area his lips and teeth were violating.
He drew back momentarily, knees straddling your waist as he looked you over, shaking his head, âYouâre so fuckinâ pretty,â he murmured, pressing his lips back to the junction of your neck, voice muffled against your skin, âNever seen anything like it.âÂ
One of his hands slipped beneath your silk pajama top, smoothing over your skin before sliding up your body, kneading one of your breasts firmly, thumb flicking over your nipple. You let out a shaky breath, eyes fluttering shut as your back arched up off the bed and into his touch instinctively.
You could feel him smile against your neck, âYouâre so sensitive,â he breathed out, pulling back to look over you. You watched as curiosity sparked in his eyes. âHave you everâŠâ
You knew what he was asking without him having to finish it, and you could feel the way your face heated up in humiliation at the question, âYes,â you interrupted before he could speak it out loud. âYes,â you hesitated, âI haveâŠâ
You have, that was true, but your ex-boyfriend wasnât exactly adept in making a girl feel good. He was always more focused on his own pleasure. This was foreign to you, and you were nervous.Â
Not to mention the fact that a part of you still was hesitant.Â
You wanted them, god, you fucking wanted them. Youâd been thinking about it nonstop since you had met them--it was eating your brain away, consuming your every thought. You hoped that letting them have their way with you once, you would get it out of your system, youâd be able to go back to focusing on your studies and your future.Â
But⊠you couldnât shake the thought out of your head--they were your brothers. Maybe not by blood, but they were your brothers. They were. Your father had married their mother, and both of them wanted the three of you to get along as siblings would. Mrs. Haitani was very vocal about it and even your father had made comments about how nice it would be for you to have brothers to look out for you now.
This was wrong, you told yourself over and over and over again but instead of pushing Rindou off and telling him to stop, you tilted your head back, giving him better access.
âAtta girl,â you heard Ran say, feeling the bed dip next to you and Rindou let out a low grunt of agreement against your skin, âFlip her over, Rindou.â
âWh-â you began but you were cut off as Rindou immediately did what his brother asked, grabbing you by the hips and flipping the two of you over so that you were straddling his hips. Ran shifted behind you and Rindou sat up, pressing his lips to yours.Â
Whimpering softly against his lips, your hands rose to intertwine with his hair, holding him close. Ran chuckled as he pressed up against your back, lips pressed to the nape of your neck, trailing wet kisses down your neck toward your spine. His fingers worked at the buttons to your shirt as Rindou kept you distracted, tongue tracing along your bottom lip before pushing into your mouth, pressing down gently on your tongue as Ran slipped your top off of your shoulders.
They moved fast, and efficiently. You just couldnât keep up. You swore you felt like their hands and lips were everywhere, and it had you dizzy and reeling, you couldnât even hope to make full sense of what was happening, all you knew was that you felt good, so fucking good that it almost felt like an alcohol-induced hazed had swept over you.
Ranâs lips moved slowly down your spine, and your body trembled under his touch, his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your silk shorts and you gasped into Rindouâs mouth, giving the opportunity to deepen the kiss.
âShhh,â Ran hushed and your hips jerked as you felt his fingers ghost over your panties, drawing a light circle over your clothed clit, âYou werenât kidding, she is sensitive,â he chuckled.
You pulled away from Rindou for only a moment, âRan,â you panted, trying to look back but Rindouâs hand returned to your jaw, grip rough.Â
âPay attention to me,â he said, voice low, dragging your face back toward him, to press his lips hard against yours again.Â
Ranâs fingers dipped lower and he laughed, lips pressed to your shoulder, âYouâre fuckinâ drenched, doll, how many times have you imagined this happening⊠have you tried to get yourself off thinking about us?â
You shook your head quick--too quick--tears springing to your eyes once again because you had. It was only once, and as soon as you realized what you were doing, you stopped yourself, reminding yourself who they were to you, and how you couldnât be thinking of them that way.
âOh you have, havenât you?â Ran gasped in mock disbelief, âDirty girl, arenât you? How would your father react if he knew you were finger fucking yourself and pretending it was your big brothersâ cocks?âÂ
You forced yourself away from Rindou again, trying to ignore the way Ranâs long fingers dipped beneath your panties, body shuddering as his pointer finger glided between your folds, gathering up the slick before smearing it all over your clit.Â
âY-Youâre not my brothers, stop saying that,â you stuttered, trying to convince no one but yourself, and from the way Ran snorted he knew that as well.Â
âHmm? Then why were you so worried about our parents before?â Ran questioned, biting down gently on your skin as he sunk a finger deep, deep into you. Your eyes half-rolled back at the feeling, hips jerking yet again in a desperate attempt for more. Ran groaned against your skin, âFuck, doll, youâre so tight. How the fuckâre you supposed to fit us in there when you can barely fit a finger?â
His words went in one ear out the other, too lost in the feeling of their bodies already. Ran pumped his finger in and out of you steadily, thumb rubbing gentle circles on your clit while his free hand slid up your body to your neck, keeping a firm hold on it as he held you back against him. Rindou took the opportunity to trail his lips down your collarbone to your chest, hair brushing your skin as he captured one of your nipples into his mouth, tongue flicking over the bud as he sucked on it while his hand played with your other breast, pinching your nipple softly and massaging the soft flesh around it.
It was too much, they were too much. You couldnât even think straight, much less pray to do anything. All you could do was lay between them and let them have their way with you, panting, gasping for air, body twitching and jerking with every touch.Â
Ran slipped another finger inside of you, stretching your walls around him and your vision went spotty and your head felt fuzzy. Your body felt hot, too hot, and far too quick.Â
âOh god,â you whimpered, âOh god, âs, âs so-â
You didnât even really know what you were trying to say. Rindouâs teeth grazed your skin and the noise you let out was obscene, Ran picking up the pace of his fingers in time with Rindouâs increase of aggression.
It was overwhelming, so fucking overwhelming, you tried to hold yourself together. You tried so hard but it was just impossible with their hands and lips all over your body, and with the incessant filth spewing from Ranâs mouth.
âGod, look at you,â Ran groaned, âTried to play all fuckinâ coy and innocent avoiding me these past few weeks. If Iâd known the only thing you wanted was to be stuffed with cock I wouldâve given it to you, but you had to be difficult, didnât you?â
No response left your lips other than another high pitch moan when his thumb pressed down hard on your clit at the same time as he tried to push another finger into you.
And that was all it took to send you spiraling, crying out their names so loud that you swore your neighbors would be able to hear as you came all over Ranâs fingers, body spasming between theirs and the grip Ran had on your throat tightened to hold you in place.
Your vision was blurry and your body was shaking but Rindou and Ran didnât even give you a chance to recover. You were still fully out of it as they manhandled your body around positioning you on top of Rindou, straddling his waist.
âH-hold on,â you began, âI need a sec-â
Your jaw went slack when you felt the tip of Rindouâs cock nudge against your entrance before pushing in.Â
And it hurt, even with Ran having loosened you up with his fingers before, it was no comparison to how bad Rindouâs cock was stretching you out. The tears in your eyes spilled over, streaming down your cheek. It burned and it stung, your fingers, Ranâs fingers, your exâs cock, nothing could have prepared you for the sensation of being split open on Haitani Rindouâs cock.
âSâtoo big, sâtoo big,â you sobbed, ââm gonna die.â
Ran only cooed, reaching from behind you to cup your cheek, wiping away the tears, âHow cute,â he murmured, âHowâs she feel, Rindou?â
Rindou was breathing heavy, âFuckinâ tight, you werenât kidding, fuck,â he moaned, hips jerking up, the tip of his cock nudging so deep inside you that you swore he was up in your guts somehow.
Your eyes rolled back and the pain slowly, slowly began to shift into pleasure, the burn of the stretch becoming bearable as Rindou rolled his hips up into you, waiting for you to adjust to his side.
And it was in no time, really, you had your hand braced against his abdomen, nails digging into his tattoos, careful to avoid the stitchs, arms trembling and your thighs tense as you tried to move your hips with him. You could feel every inch of his cock molding against your walls, the in-and-out drag had drool pooling at the corner of your mouth, heavy pants and high-pitched moans spilling from your lips.
âFeels good, doesnât it?â Ran said quietly, and your eyes fluttered up, you turned your head to meet his eyes, unfocused and blurry, your hips still moving to fuck yourself on Rindouâs cock. âFeels good being split open by your big brother, doesnât it?â
And his words were only partly registering as you nodded frantically, âF-feels sâgood, feels sâgood, Ran,â you cried, eyes sliding back shut, âFeels-â
Two hands fell heavy on your hips, bruising, stopping your own movements and Rindouâs in one fell swoop. You sobbed, Rindou let out a string of vile curses.
You forced your eyes back open to look at Ran again, and distantly, you recognized the cruel, playful look in his eyes as he watched you, âI want you to tell me every little filthy fantasy you had about me and my brother.â
You shook your head, opening your mouth to refuse but Ranâs smile only widened, âThen stay here, Iâll hold you here cockwarming him all night if I have to,â he told you, and the expression on his face let you know that he had every intention of following through.Â
Your lips wobbled, your eyes blurred with tears again, one of Ranâs hands slid to rub soft circles on your clit while the other held you down on Rindouâs cock. He leaned in close over your shoulder, lips so close to yours they were nearly brushing. You could feel his breath mixing with yours, hot and dizzying.
âYou feel how good heâs stretching you out,â Ran murmured, and between his words and the circles he was rubbing on your clit, your walls clenched down hard on Rindouâs cock, you could hear him let out a shameless moan behind you and you whimpered. âImagine how much better itâll feel when I let go and let him actually fuck you, doll.â
God, you could practically feel it. You could practically feel Rindouâs fingers digging into your hips as he brought you down hard on his cock over and over and over again, hips thrusting up to meet yours every time, cock so deep inside you that it had your mind going numb. You could practically hear the lewd sounds of skin on skin resounding through the room, the sloppy sound of his cock driving into your cunt.
You needed it.
And Ran knew it, if his smile had anything to say about it.
âGo on,â he urged, âtell us and Iâll let go.â
A humiliated sob bubbled at your lips, your body felt like it was on fire and you knew it wasnât because of the way Rindouâs cock was lodged deep inside of you. You tried to move your hips despite Ranâs grip but he was stronger than you, and he only laughed when he noticed your attempt.
âSânot gonna work, doll,â he cooed, voice cruel and mocking. âOnly way youâre getting what you want is if you give me what I want.â
The noise that escaped your lips was pathetic, your cheeks were wet from the tears that had spilled over, your body trembled violently beneath his grasp. Looking down, you noticed that Rindouâs eyes were screwed shut and his jaw was clenched, fingers wrapped tight around the bed sheets as he tried to control himself.
âI-Iâve thought about you,â you finally cried, and Ran hummed behind you, kissing your shoulder as he continued to trace light circles around your clit, âTh-the day you were helping with the TV-â
Ran tutted quietly and you stopped talking immediately.
âTell me something new,â he said, âI couldâve guessed that one.â
Your lips wobbled again, taking in another ragged breath. He kissed back up to your ear, biting at the lobe gently.Â
âI want you to tell me all the filthy thoughts you had while you were stuffinâ your pussy full ân pretending it was us,â Ran breathed out, the hand on your hip sliding up your body to palm one of your breasts, rolling your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger.
And distantly, you noticed your hips were free to move again but now any sense of coherence was gone as his tongue returned to tracing patterns on your skin, as one of his fingers continued to tease your clit while the other gave your breasts some much needed attention.Â
âI-I thought about both of you,â you couldnât even see straight. You were dizzy as Rindouâs cock twitched inside you, begging for the chance to finally fuck you right; and your eyes were blurry as the tears fell faster, your body hot as embarrassment spread through you. âI thought-I thought about suckinâ you off while Rindou fucks me. ân-n I thought about doinâ it while our parents are in the house n-n Rindou keepin me quiet while you go down on me. ân I thought about tryna take you both at the same time-â another sob ripped from your lips, âplease, please let him fuck me please-â
Ran laughed, a mean, spiteful laugh that had you crying even harder, âHear that, Rindou? Our pretty lil step sister is nothinâ but a cock hungry whore, and here we were thinking she was all cute and innocent.â Rindou didnât answer, his breath heavy and quick as he tried to hold himself still. âI donât think you can fit us both this time but maybe next time, yeah?âÂ
Next time?
You didnât get the chance to linger on the thought because at once your world spun and now instead of facing Rindou, you were facing Ran, Rindouâs cock still lodged deep inside of you, the slight switch in angle pushing him even further inside of you. You nearly fell forward, hands falling forward to brace yourself on Rindouâs thighs.Â
You felt a hand intertwine with your hair and you winced as it yanked your head up and back rather harshly, your eyes met Ranâs amused ones.
âWe can put that pretty mouth of yours to work though.â
Ran didnât even give you a chance to process his words before he was pushing your head down hard, he tapped the tip of his cock against your lips twice impatiently, âOpen up,â he said sharply and your body reacted on its own as your lips parted on instinct, âGood girl.âÂ
He was not kind as he pressed your head down even further, pushing his cock between your lips and into your mouth. He was big, longer and thicker than anything you had seen before and you had very little experience with giving head. You choked around him, struggling to take him in but he didnât seem to care, only letting out a huff of amusement and then a groan as your throat spasmed around him.
You couldnât breathe, and you couldnât think straight to try to take in deeper breaths through your nose, although that wouldnât have even mattered considering Ran held your face flush to his pelvis, cock stretching out your throat so much that you swore there was a bulge there.
âThe fuck you waiting for, Rindou?â Ran asked his brother, and that was seemingly all Rindou needed because at once his hands found your hips, bringing you down hard as he thrusted up into you.
You choked on Ranâs cock, moan muffled and eyes half-knocked back at the feeling of him bullying his cock deep into you. Your mind felt absolutely blank and numb as Rindou began fucking up into you at a steady pace, the sloppy sound of his cock fucking into your cunt, the breathy moans spilling from his lips, the sound of you choking on Ranâs cockâit was all too much for you to handle.
âDonât think I-fuck-forgot about you, Rindou,â Ran warned, âActinâ all fuckin holier-than-thou that first night. Look at you now, fuckinâ your sister like a bitch in heat.â
âShut the fuck up,â Rindou groaned, each snap of his hips getting just a bit rougher at his wordsâbut you couldnât even really register what they were saying, more focused on trying not to pass out because of the combined lack of air and intense pleasure.
âHm?â Ran laughed, âThatâs what you were tryna call me, wasnât it? Whoâs the sister-fucker now, Rindou?âÂ
The noise that Rindou let out was shameless, âFuck you, Ran,â Rindou choked out as his grip on your hips tightened, as he brought you down so fast and so hard on his cock that it had your vision flashing white as your body shuddered and trembled, hips jerking and thighs tense as you came all over his cock.
âFuck,â Rindou moaned loud as he felt you clench down on his cock, fingers bruising your skin as he fucked you through your high.
Neither he nor Ran give you a chance to recover. Rindou picked his pace back up almost immediately and Ran had never even faltered in his.Â
He let out a low whistle before his grip on your hair tightened when you went half-limp trying to recover from your orgasm, continuing to rock his hips against your face at a steady pace, âThatâs it, doll, relax your throat,â he said, but his words went in one ear out the other.
His pace shifted into a rougher, faster one, moving your head in time with your hips and you felt your vision start to go spotty. You couldn't breathe through your nose between each snap of his hips and even if you could, any air that mightâve made it to your lungs was torn right from them as Rindou drove his cock deep into you.
It was too much.
You couldnât breathe, you couldnât think except for a few garbled thoughts, you couldnât move, you couldnât do anything except lay there and take itâthe overwhelming pleasure, the pain of your throat being stretched out, the sound of all of the filthy noises resounding through the room and god the taboo of it all. What would your father think if he walked in on you choking over step-brotherâs cock while getting railed by your other? What would Mrs. Haitani think?
The tears streaming down your face fell faster but even as the shame began to hit you, you could feel the heat pooling in your stomach againâfaster, more intense this time. The burn of your lungs, the burn of the stretch of your throat and cunt, it was pushing you right back over the edge again.
You gagged at one particularly harsh thrust of Ranâs hips, trying to pull off to get some air only for him to press your face right back down, nose flush to his pelvis, grinding his hips against you. Your vision went spotty again as you felt his cock drag roughly against your throat.
âGunna fuckinâ cum,â Rindou gasped, and he was fucking you harder, faster, faster than you thought was possible. His hips snapping up at a pace that had you clawing at Ranâs thighs trying to keep yourself steady, moaning and choking as Rindou fucked you into your third high.
You should be embarrassed, you thought to yourself distantly as another muffled cry around Ranâs cock signaled you were cumming again. You could feel the sticky mixture of your drool and Ranâs precum dribbling down your chin, your tears staining your face, you were shaking and trembling and weak, you couldnât even hold yourself up anymore, rendered to such a humiliating state and the worst part was you couldnât even bring yourself to care, too caught up in how good they were making you feel.
You felt Rindouâs hips stutter against you, his grip tightening on your hips as he grinded you down on his cock, cumming deep inside you with a shameless moan of your name. You felt full, too full, and warm, you could feel Rindouâs cum leaking from around his cock, dripping down your thighs.
You were barely conscious, your third orgasm having knocked all thought and reason from your mind, the only sensations you could make sense of were the feelings of their hands sliding against your body and their cocks buried deep inside you.
Rindou hissed when Ran didnât let him pull you off of his cock, the overstimulation evidently a bit too much as his hips jerked instinctively against yours, but Ran was more concentrated on keeping you in place so he could finish himself off.
You heard him let out a pretty moan, and that was the only warning you had before he was stuffing his cum right down your throat. You choked and spluttered, trying your best to swallow what you could but it was just too much.
Ran pulled out of you after shooting half a load down your throat, seemingly pleased with having you gagging over his cum, attempting and failing to swallow it all. He held you in place by the hair as he stroked his cock a few more times, head tilted back and a low groan escaping his lips as he painted your face and chest white, releasing the rest of his cum onto your body.
He let go of your hair and you lost the only support you had, falling limp on Rindouâs thighs, unable to gather the strength to move. You whimpered as Rindou pulled out of you, shifting you off from where you were still limp on top of him onto the bed next to them.
You felt hazy and exhausted, your body already felt sore and you were trembling on the blankets as Rindou and Ran talked over you but you couldnât even make out what they were saying.Â
And while your mind wasnât exactly functioning properly in the moment, you somehow had a distinct feeling that your âfuck them to get them out of your systemâ plan just wasnât going to cut it.Â
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