#rin x reader x ran smut

[toji-girl]

two for one | r. haitani x r. haitani

synopsis: Rindo needed a place to crash for one night, but it ended up being a lot longer than that where he has to listen to you get fucked by his brother when it should be him, but maybe Ran won’t mind sharing.

wc: 3.2k

tags: 18+ ONLY content + explicit smut: minors and empty blogs DNI + fem reader + not beta read + repost from my old blog + dubcon (sex while high) + mfm threesome + bondage + sensation play + unprotected sex + creampie + overstimulation + sex toys (vibrator) fellatio + spitting + girlfriend sharing + one instance of ass slapping + cum eating + pet names + cunnilingus + fingering + light praising + light dirty talking + flirting + teasing + male masturbation + shot gunning + dry humping + nipple play + any missing tag lmk!

an: this is my first time having something so long for the Haitani's so please forgive me if they are a bit occ! but I am such a sucker for brothers like this and older brothers who know what you need *insert dreamy sigh*

“Thanks for inviting me over and letting me stay the night,” Rindo told you and Ran, but mostly you, as he settled on the other couch watching his older brother sling his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer.

Envy settled deep in the pit of Rin’s stomach, as he wondered how his brother got someone so sweet, beautiful, funny, smart, and amazing, while he was stuck with women who only wanted what was between his legs and the money in his pockets which he didn’t mind much but there was something about his brother having you that didn’t sit right with him. 

You smiled and turned the tv down. “You don’t have to thank us. Your heater went out and it’s cold outside. Plus, what kind of soon-to-be sister-in-law would I be, and what kind of brother would Ran be, if we didn’t let you stay?” You asked, looking at him with sympathy. 

Rindo choked on his beer as he sat up bouncing his gaze between you and Ran who smiled kissing your cheek. He knew the feelings his sibling had for you, the lingering stares, or the subtle touches on your waist to get by you, knowing he didn’t have to touch you, cause he swore he could feel the electricity tingle through him.

“Sister-in-law? Where’s the ring?” Rindo asked, feeling the jealousy eat away at him and the fact that his brother looked so fucking smug knowing exactly what was eating at him. 

“It’s getting resized right now, but I proposed last weekend.” Ran replied, holding and kissing the back of your hand with a smile as he stared at Rindo with cool violet eyes, sensing his little brother's feeling, the rage that unfurled in his chest and radiated through him.

Rindo nodded and plastered a fake smile on his face as he stood up and cleared his throat. “If you’ll excuse me I think I’m going to head to bed. Goodnight and congratulations.” He said, then headed to the small guest room shutting the door and trying to ignore the sounds of your giggling carrying through the apartment.

He hated that he was so stuck on you but you’ve been around ever since he could remember stuck to his older brother while treating him like he was the third wheel and he was in a way but he wanted to be with you in the way his brother was, man always wants what he can’t have. 

Ran kissed your neck and pulled you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist as you two sat on the couch still. “I think Rindo is a little jealous.” He murmured, grazing his chin over your shoulder.

“Why do you say that? He’s good-looking enough. He could probably get anyone he wants.”

He raised an eyebrow leaning back as he trailed his hand up your back. “You think he’s attractive? It’s the Haitani genes.” He teased. 

“No. I don’t want your brother.” You replied giggling.

“I was just stating the obvious is all.” You continued teasingly, kissing his cheek before getting off his lap to clean up the coffee table.

One night turned into a whole week of Rindo staying with you and Ran.

The second night was another night of hanging out, drinking, and talking until bedtime.

The third night Rindo laid in bed with the pillow covering his ears, trying to drown out the moans from your and Ran’s room. He could hear you whimpering and begging for more, to let you cum, but all he did was deny you, talking you through the tears as you wiped them away, clenching your thighs around Ran’s head.

All Rindo could do was shut his eyes and envision him between your legs, his tongue lapping at you lazily to savor your taste. He would take his time, slowly sliding two fingers in and out of your wet cunt until you were begging him to cum inside you, your lips would pout when he would continue to bring orgasm after orgasm until your legs were shaking.

Only then would he thrust into you, his eyes rolling to the back of his head at how wet you were.

Groaning, he fought the urge to pull his boxers down and relieve his aching cock. The walls were so thin, he could hear the wet sucking sound as Ran fucked you from behind while playing with your clit, your moans were now muffled by the pillow you shoved your face into, knowing Rindo could hear you.

The depraved part of you actually wanted him to hear it all. You knew the next morning it was going to be awkward but for now, you didn’t care, it felt way too good.

When the sun rose the next day, Ran was already at work, leaving you and Rindo home alone to clean up the place. “So, did you two have fun last night?” He asked when you walked into the kitchen, as he stood at the oven making lunch, eyeing you with such intensity it felt like he was staring at your soul.

“Yeah, sorry about the noise. The walls are thin, you know? Besides that, how do you like staying here?”

He chuckled, “Oh, trust me I know. I didn’t think I would spend my week listening to my brother fuck his girlfriend.”

You held your hand up showing off the ring that was sent back, “Fiancée,” You said, correcting him as you placed the mail on the counter, sorting through them after sitting on the barstool. 

Rindo grunted and rolled his eyes, flipping his sandwich. “If you want to, you can stay on the couch, so it’s not as loud.”

“Better yet,” Rindo began leaning over with long arms to pluck the piece of mail from your hand, watching you open your mouth, he cupped your cheek tracing your bottom lip with his thumb, “you could place a ball gag between those pretty lips of yours.”

It was wrong the way you clenched around nothing and crossed your legs looking away, unsure what to say. He leaned in closer until his lips were close to your ear, fanning his warm breath over you and down your neck. 

“What? Cat got your tongue?” He asked before pulling away with a knowing smirk. 

You cleared your throat and snatched the letter from his hand, getting off the barstool with blood pooling in your cheeks and heat in your cunt, as you walked out of the kitchen into the living room, to see Ran walk through the front door with a grin, as he kicked his shoes off seeing you.

“Hi. How was your day?” He asked, walking further in to wrap you in a hug while kissing you.

“It was good, quiet. I’m glad you’re home. How about yours?” You told him, returning the kiss before he sat down pulling you on his lap, snuggling his head in your neck.

“It’s better now that I’m home. Is Rindo still here?” He asked, kissing your shoulder.

“I am yeah. Do you want me to leave so you two can have alone time?” Rindo asked, walking into the living room with a tray as he took his usual spot on the other couch, placing it on the table. You leaned over looking at what he had and raised an eyebrow.

“You’re going to smoke pot right now? What if our neighbors smell it?” You asked as he packed a bowl and grabbed the lighter.

“They won’t. And it seems like you could use a hit to loosen up.” Rindo teased before taking a hit, as you rolled your eyes at his words. He leaned his head back against the couch, the way he looked with his hair falling and framing his face, a white puff leaving his lips, had the small fantasy of him and Ran fucking you coming back, as he handed the pipe to Ran.

“Let’s shotgun.” You whispered in Ran’s ear scooting closer to him. He smiled and took another hit, grabbing the back of your neck softly slotting his lips against yours blowing the smoke in your mouth before pulling back to look at you with a grin. His hand slid to your jaw as he turned his head to face Rindo who was watching you both with heavy lids.

“Do you want to fuck her?” Ran asked in between kissing your neck.

Rindo nodded his head and sat up holding his hand out for you. The unspoken agreement set in stone as Ran helped you up, and leaned back as you stood up and walked over to Rindo, straddling his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. 

Leaning in, you kissed him, tasting the heavy smoke as he tangled his tongue with yours, using his hands to greedily roam over your back, trailing down to your ass, squeezing the flesh.

He wasted no time claiming your mouth, until Ran cleared his throat, grabbing the bowl and handing it to you. His eyes trained on the way you took a hit, this time blowing the smoke in Rindo’s mouth while he bucked his hips, rubbing his clothed dick against you. 

His hands were a bit rougher than Ran’s as he slid them under the front of your shirt to cup your breasts, brushing his thumbs over your nipples, smirking as he felt them pebble under his touch.

There was no way you could deny the way you felt towards Rindo now the way you ground against him, wanting to remove the clothes that hindered more of his touch. You pulled away with hazy eyes to see saliva being strung from your and his lips.

He stared at you speechless and breathless. “What? Cat got your tongue?” You teased using his own words against him while getting off his lap, leaving him to watch you grab Ran’s hand and walk to your shared bedroom shutting the door.

“And you’re sure you don’t find my brother attractive?” Ran asked teasingly, shedding his shirt before sitting on the edge of the bed.

You did the same and sat on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck, and peppering his face with kisses while playing with his hair. “Maybe I can admit it now. I guess I do have a thing for the Haitanis. You mused, playfully batting your eyelashes.

Ran leaned back wrapping both arms around your waist, easily maneuvering you on your back and under him. “Oh, you’re dirty aren’t you?” He asked kissing you, trailing his lips down your neck and chest, stopping at your breasts, gently squeezing the flesh as he kissed each nipple before drawing one in his mouth, slotting himself between your legs that wrapped around his waist, your fingers now buried in his hair.

“And such a tease for leaving poor Rindo out there to jerk off I’m sure. How about we play a little game?” He asked, letting go with a wet pop as he looked at you.

“What kind of game?” You asked growing curious, feeling your slick drip from your cunt that you rutted against Ran.

He sat up and flickered his gaze to the top drawer in the dresser that was filled with various amounts of sex toys. “I’ll give in to your little fantasy but the thing is I’m going to use that bondage kit you got, you’ll be blindfolded and will have to guess who’s touching you.”

The image that he wove with his words had you grunting softly with need, he was going to make your dreams come true and who would you be to deny such a thing? 

“I can agree with your game.” You replied with an airy giggle. 

“You know the safeword in case you need to use it and I’m sure Rindo wouldn’t mind,” Ran smirked.

That’s how you found yourself on your knees with cuffs on your ankles, that were clipped to the cuffs on your wrists that were behind your back, putting you into a hogtie position. A blindfold cut off your vision, heightening your other senses while Ran and Rindo talked in the living room, going over what you two spoke about in private as he connected the cuffs and brought out all the toys laying them on top of the dresser. Your heart was racing when the door clicked open and you heard the footsteps coupled with their breathing.

Silence hung heavy as the bed dipped with someone’s weight. Your mind was muddled with so many thoughts that you couldn’t tell who was kneeling behind you, trailing his fingertips up and down your sides slowly before drawing lazy circles around your nipples, his cock flexing against your bare ass. “Guess who?” He whispered in your ear low enough your brain barely registered the words.

Fingers pinched and pulled your nipples softly. Then just as soon as they were there they were gone. You heard someone snap and a chuckle that sounded like Ran’s, but you weren’t sure. A low humming sound made you jump. A soothing hand stroked your back, coupled with a kiss on the shoulder made you relax, whilst feeling the cool tip of the vibrator against your clit, sending low vibrations through you.

“Oh!” You gasped, bucking your hips. He applied more pressure as the other party kneeled in front of you, kissing your chest. Reaching your nipples once more, he swirled his tongue over the bud teasing you. You could tell it was Rindo because it didn’t feel familiar. 

Between the toy and Rindo’s mouth, you were rapidly growing closer to your orgasm, when two fingers toyed with your slick entrance, tracing it before slowly thrusting inside you, carefully making sure to keep the toy in place.

They both pulled away to get into position. One of them sat in front of you, making quick work of pulling his pants down. Freeing his cock, he slowly helped you lower your head, tapping your lips with the swollen tip.

Parting your lips, you sucked it in before taking more into your mouth. His hand rested on the back of your head, watching you bob up and down his cock, spit pooling around the base, while the other kept his fingers pumping in and out of you.

You still weren’t sure who was who with the sensations running through your body, the person behind you reached down and unhooked your wrists from the connecter for your ankles to spread your legs wider, and giving you the opportunity to rest your hands on the bed, after putting the vibrator down and setting it to the side.

The game that you and Ran had set was slowly falling apart because he couldn’t help the grunts from his mouth as you deepthroated him. “She really does have a pretty pussy, shame you get this all to yourself.” Rindo groaned, letting a glob of spit drip from his lips and onto your cunt, adding to the lewd squelching from him fingering you as his thumb rubbed your clit, mesmerized by the sight of his slick fingers each time he pulled them out.

Ran rolled his eyes as you went faster knowing who it was. They still kept the blindfold on even though you knew who was who. Rindo continued feeling you flutter around him as he grazed your g-spot. You moaned around Ran, feeling your climax burst like fireworks. 

“We’ve got a creamer, huh?” Rindo teased pulling his fingers out as he positioned you higher on your knees, putting your ass higher in the air and making it easier for him to grab your ass, burying his tongue between your folds.

His tongue lapped away your cum, then massaged your clit while keeping you spread open for him. He was relentless in the way he ate you. Rindo wasn’t shameless in the way he grunted and groaned. “You taste even better than what I thought. So sweet. I could eat you up for hours. Would you like that?” He asked in a teasing manner, slurping you loudly.

It was hard to answer with Ran’s cock in your throat, so you pressed back harder against Rindo’s mouth, gripping the bed sheets until you pulled away from Ran panting. “Fuck-please!” You slurred, still high from your first orgasm, and the weed that left your body feeling like you were floating, weightless, and in pure bliss.

“Please what? I don’t think we heard you.” Ran groaned looking at the smeared drool on your mouth and chin that strung to the mushroomed head. You pouted and went back down with vigor, hollowing your cheeks, intent on making him cum, while Rindo pulled away to grab the vibrator again, placing it against your clit.

Arching your back, you gave him the perfect view of your pussy that contracted tightly. He could visibly see your hole flutter around nothing, the vibrations sending you into another climax.

“When I look at your cunt next it’s going to be dripping with my cum.” Rindo told you as he sat up, trailing kisses up your back, slowly sneaking his hands up to squeeze your breasts once more before kneeling behind you, freeing his dick that he took in his hand, rubbing the tip up and down collecting your cum and his spit before pushing the head in, leaving it there as he felt you clench.

Ran leaned his head back, letting you hold his hands and take control of the pace and depth. Looking back down, his eyes fixed your mouth. Part of him wanted to remove the blindfold, but he resisted the urge to, while Rindo thrust in more inch by inch until he was bottomed out. You heard him gasp as he gripped your hips tightly.

“Damn. You’re so wet and so fucking warm.” He grunted, pulling out to slam back, finding a rough and fast pace. You could feel his balls slap against your clit with each thrust.

The bedroom smelt like sex mixed in with a tinge of sweat. The sounds of unashamed moans and the bed creaking roared in your ears while the Haitani brothers fucked you. Rindo watched the flesh of your ass ripple from each rut of his hips as he bent over you, grabbing the toy, placing it against your sensitive clit again.

“I love it when you clench around me like that sweet girl.” He praised massaging the small of your back, slowing the pace, making sure you felt him throb inside you. He wanted you to remember this as much as he will.

Ran was first to reach his climax cumming down your throat. You greedily swallowed it all then sat up. Ran took the blindfold off as you took in ragged breaths. 

You stared at him while he cupped your cheek, holding your stare as his brother neared his orgasm, but he wanted to delay it, slowing the pace even more before going fast with deep strokes that left your toes curling. “Gonna cum.” Rindo grunted, throwing his head back then shooting thick ropes of cum inside you.

Rindo slowly pulled out, thumbing you apart to watch you push out his load, letting it drip down your thighs and onto the bedsheets that you and his brother slept on. “Holy fuck. Can I stay a little longer?” He asked and teased, earning a glare from Ran who helped you lay down.

Then both of them laid on either side of you, caressing you and making sure you were good enough to get in the shower, where they washed you and helped you out then back into bed under the covers after Ran stripped it and replaced the soiled sheets with new ones.

“Seriously, can I?” Rindo asked with more conviction. 

Ran watched you for several beats before looking at his brother. “This was a one-time thing.” He warned, not knowing that Rindo and you felt differently.

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[eetherealgoddess]

TR: ꨄYANDERE ONE NIGHT STAND HEADCANONSꨄ

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Characters are 18+

❦Idc how bad you want it, do NOT wake up to these mfs❦

Not fully proofread

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Mikey: You didn’t expect to see a man lying next to you in your bed, let alone him being a friend of yours from childhood. You almost didn’t recognize him considering the black hair that’s falling down his back and shoulders. His body curved to the side as you stared in shock at the back of his head. You peeked over and almost cursed when you realized who he was.

You don’t remember the night before but picking the covers up and eyeing both of your naked bodies, you could only hope you had used protection. When you eased off of the bed, you snatched your clothes off the floor. Your eyebrows furrowed at the hoodie and sweats that indicate you hadn’t gone to a bar or club. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t figure out how running into each other would have resulted in the two of you in the same bed.

Once your clothes were on, you rushed to the door to avoid an awkward greeting. You wanted to see if your parents had made it home and noticed anything. Yes, you’re an adult but you still live under your parents roof and they never liked Mikey. They always thought of him as a bad influence which sucked for you because you actually had a little crush on him. They forbade him from the house and at some point made it a rule for you to not be friends anymore.

Having been young, you had to listen. They’re pretty strict so the tracking device prevented you from sneaking around. Honestly, you didn’t have many friendships because of your parents so you would only go to school, home, and occasionally the park. You only recently were allowed to have nights out as long as you paid attention in your college classes. You were scared that your parents would kick you out if they saw the display so you hurried out the door.

The putrid smell of the house slapped your face, a palm going over your nose as your eyes watered. You continue to walk through the hall to the living room, gasping when you see the corpses of your parents. You gagged up vomit, belching and coughing as tears spilled from your eyes. Your body trembles as you drop to your knees, eyeing their unrecognizable faces considering it looks as though their faces were beaten repeatedly, a large gash in the middle of their faces with blood puddling around them.

Having thrown on his black pants, he followed the wails that woke him up. His shoulder leaning against the wall and arms crossed over his bare chest, Mikey’s dark eyes gaze at you from the hall. He hadn’t meant for you to see such a gruesome scene. The pill he put in your drink two nights ago should’ve kept you asleep at least for a few days. He planned to take you home today considering he got carried away the nights before, libido high from the adrenaline rush he had from ridding both of you of the blockage that kept you two apart. He pushed himself off the wall and walked towards you.

Jolting, you looked up at him from your kneeled position with wide eyes. He sets his hand on your head and crouches down.

“You’re gonna be good so I don’t have to knock you out, kay?” Hesitantly, you nod your head. He smiles softly before standing up and holding out a hand for you to take, helping you on your feet as you hold yourself up with shaky legs, gaze stuck on your deceased parents as you walk back to the bedroom.

Kazutora: You pant heavily as moans echoed throughout the room, bucking your hips up as your ex boyfriend’s thrusts meet yours. Your fingers grip his shoulders before wrapping your arms around his neck, his cock aiming deeper inside of your walls as he grinds into you, hitting your g-spot with each rutt. He moans into your ear as he nibbles and sucks your earlobe, one of his hands placed on top of your head as his other hand grips the cushion of the bed.

“Kazu, I’m gonna cum!” You whimper out as you grind harder against him, the head of his cock pounding against the erogenous zone that causes your hands to turn into fists as you throw your head back. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your back arches.

“Cum on this cock, baby.” His husky voice whispers against your ear as he continues the same pace, purposefully bringing you to an orgasm as you moan loudly, yelling a curse as you hold your hips in place. Suddenly, he pulls back and grabs a hold of your thighs, holding them up before thrusting at a faster pace, his hair draping over as he leans over, your hands gripping his shoulders once more as your mouth hangs open, feet next to your head.

The bed rocks as he roughly thrusts into you, cream oozing out of your pussy and dripping to your ass. You couldn’t help but release shaky moans as he used your pussy to bring himself to an orgasm. Your eyes widen as you watch his expression morph into the familiar look he makes when he’s about to cum.

“Pull out!” You yell as your eyebrows furrow from the overstimulation, hands moving to his chest.

“M’ gonna cum so fucking deep in this pussy.” He moans out, panting as his hips become sloppier, his fingers squeezing your thighs tightly. You yank his hair back in an attempt to pull him out of you only for him to moan out as he thrusts his hips harder, his eyes fluttering closed as his mouth hangs open.

He pressed his cock deep inside you as you felt his seed shoot inside. Both of you moan out as he slowly grinds his orgasm out, you pressing your hips against him as you cream out another orgasm. He lays on top of you as he pushes himself inside you more, holding himself in place to make sure all of his semen has nowhere to go but inside your hole.

“No, no, no! Kazutora, I told you to pull out!” You smack his sweaty back as he breathes deeply against your neck.

“It’s fine.” You both grunt as he pushes inside of you more, his arms hugging around your head.

“No it’s not! Now you have to get me a plan b!”

He sits up as he chuckles before pulling his hips back and shoving into you again before beginning a slow pace. You bite your lip to hold back from moaning.

“Uh, uh. You’re gonna keep it and we’re going to raise it together.” He grins as he holds your legs back up.

“Are you crazy? I have a fiancé now! I can’t get pregnant!” He pins your arms above your head after you try to push him off.

“That’s too bad.” He says before thrusting at a faster pace. He breeds you over and over again the rest of the night, your pussy full of nothing but his sperm.

The next day, you bought a plan b, walking to your car after you left the store. Before you could get in your seat, you were grabbed from behind and pulled into a chest with a knife against your throat.

“Take it and I will slice your neck and kill your fiance after sending everyone in your family the video I took of us last night. Do you understand?” He says softly against your ear. You nod frantically as he takes the bag out of your hand. He pecks your cheek before releasing you.

“Glad we got back together, Y/n. It’ll be good for the baby.”

Ran: You wake up in a penthouse, the huge bedroom displaying a luxury you’ve never seen in person until last night. You were surprised that someone so loaded would go to a run down club such as the place you work at and choose you, a low class stripper, to spend the night with. You wouldn’t normally go home with anyone, but this man was charming and beautiful. You could tell he was expensive just by his demeanor and what he wore. You had no clue why he spotted you, gazing at you when he first walked in. When you made eye contact, you knew it would be a good night.

He made it worthwhile, treating you delicately, all the while pounding into you from behind as his nails left scratch marks all over you. Whispering soft words as he talked you through each orgasm while shoving his cock so hard that your skin smacked loudly against each other. His hold felt good against you, bodies molding together as you gripped the sheets of the bed, his sweat mixing with yours as he thrusts deeply inside of you.

“Work at my club.” He says while tracing your arm as you lie on his bare chest, the morning light seeping through the thin curtains as your legs are tangled together. You didn’t hesitate to accept the offer. Working at his club brought you more money, as well as high end living. You moved out of your grimy apartment to a luxury loft near his penthouse. One of his drivers would give you limitless rides to wherever you had ordered. You made connections and created a better life for yourself, with his help of course. You’re clearly the boss’s favorite, damn near living with him as he always brought you to his home at the end of a work night. Even on your off days you would end up at his place, waking up naked in his bed.

Whenever you had vip performances, there was a no touch policy for you specifically no matter the circumstances. As you rolled your hips against a stranger’s lap, he grabbed your ass and pulled you onto his covered bulge, bucking his hips against you. You yelp as you try to release yourself from the man’s grip, only for him to hold you down and groan. You curse at him before turning and back handing his face.

He shoves you to the ground, standing up from the seat as he hovers over you. He pulls his arm back, ready to land a punch to your cheek. A bang echoed through the room as blood splattered on your face and front body. The man’s headless body pauses before dropping limp on the ground, his jaw hanging as red covers him. You pant as your eyes stare wide at the corpse. Footsteps come towards you from behind as hands reach around your waist and pick you up from the floor.

“Sorry I didn’t come sooner.” He says casually as he leans in to kiss your forehead. “Let’s go home, yeah?” Still gazing at the body oozing blood, you nod your head with a trembling lip. He rubs your back as you both walk out. When you both lied in bed that night, you couldn’t get the man’s headless body out of your mind. Sure, he deserved something bad to happen to him, but the way Ran shot him so effortlessly was a little troubling for you. Regardless of the mixed feelings you held, you couldn’t help the side of you that was excited that a man like him protected you from danger.

“You no longer work at the club. You only work for me.” You were forced to move in with him for ‘your own safety,’ as well as giving all your personal details to him so he can take care of you completely. He paid for everything and even dressed you himself. He really molded you into his perfect doll. You couldn’t really get mad about the lack of freedom considering you had no more worries. In fact you were a little scared that he would give it all up once another stripper caught his eye.

“I could never replace my favorite doll.” With that sentence alone, your whole mindset changed. You realize that what you were receiving wasn’t real. Everything was to mold you into his little object. His toy. You don’t know why it hurt you as bad as it did, but you knew you had to leave.

The next day, you told him, “I think it’d be best if we stopped seeing each other. Our relationship is way past professional and I want my own life back.” He only stares at you as he sits on his office chair, stoic expression as his legs are crossed.

“You’re having a bad day. You should get some rest.” He states. Your eyebrows furrowed.

“No, I’m serious. This needs to end right now.” He stands up from his seat, walking towards you before gently grabbing your chin and wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Are you sure?” He questions. You nod your head, ignoring his affection no matter how bad you wanted it. He releases you before walking back to his seat. He sits down and props his legs on the desk. You froze when you turned to walk away, a gun cocking behind you. You turn your gaze to him in shock and fear.

“Why do you look so scared, Y/n? You wanted this to end, right?” His expression shows a sly smile, elbow resting on the table as he lazily points the gun at you. Keeping his gaze fixed on yours, he leans over the desk, both elbows on the table, placing his feet on the ground.

“Or, were you mistaken?” You couldn’t move, your hairs standing up on your limbs as you breathed heavily. Your body is tense as you eye the barrel of the weapon.

“Were. You. Mistaken?” He reiterated, awaiting a response as his eyes narrowed.

“Y-yes, I made a mistake.” He nodded, “Mhm,” before setting his gun on the desk.

“I’ll meet you in the bedroom for a nap.” He smiled as he waved you off.

Rin: You hadn’t expected the drunken night to go as good as it did. Having been broken up with the day of, you decided to go out and find a random person to take home. Of course, this isn’t something you usually do, but you need something, or someone to distract you.

You had initially walked into the club with your friends by your side, but after a few shots the whole night became blurred, you all losing each other in the process.

The alcohol saved you from the thoughts that wanted to race your mind, instead you searched the crowd for someone who would be the perfect fit for tonight. Coming across a purple mullet, you knew exactly who you wanted. You downed another shot before reaching the upstairs dance floor.

You didn’t really care about anything but getting this stranger in your pants so when you reached him, you tapped his shoulder. You almost change your mind, anxiety forming when you see how attractive he is, though the alcohol in your system keeps you from folding to your insecurities.

“You wanna get out of here?” You question, swallowing your pride as his intimidating gaze locks you in a chokehold. You perk up at his smirk.

“Sure.”

Excitement causes you to grab his arm and pull him out of the club. He informs you of his driver and you allow him to take you to his place. When you both get there, you immediately pounce on him. Your lips drunkenly move against his as his arms wrap around your waist before pulling you into his arms, your legs wrapping around his torso. You make out as he carries you to the couch and sits with you on his lap.

After a couple hours or so, you both ended up in his bedroom, blankets all over the bed as you grind your hips on his face. His hands grip your thighs as you rest your arms on the head board, head back as you groan out. He smacks your ass as he laps up your juices, sucking your clit before flicking it with his tongue. Orgasm after orgasm, you both sloppily give yourselves to one another.

When you woke up the next day, your phone continuously buzzed as a call interrupted your sleep. You groaned as you grabbed the phone and eyed the screen. You sigh once you see your ex’s name. Answering the phone you picked yourself up and used one of the blankets on the floor as a cover up. You glanced at the sleeping purple haired man and walked into his bathroom, closing the door behind you.

The conversation went with your ex manipulating the situation and you falling for it once more, a never ending cycle that you knew could end if you stopped fooling yourself. Hanging up and opening the bathroom door, you weren’t expecting to see Rin sitting up on the bed, half-naked as his body faces you with his feet planted to the ground. You greet him as you put your clothes on.

“Leaving to go back to your toxic ex?” One of your eyebrows raised at him.

“That’s none of your business. Can I please get a ride to my apartment?” He nods as he watches you walk out.

A week has passed and you and your ex are once again back on bad terms. You were on your way to his place to pick your stuff up so it wouldn’t get mixed up with the other women’s items considering he allows them to stay over. When you opened the door, your eyebrows furrowed at the dark living room. He just texted you so you didn’t understand why he wouldn’t be waiting in the living space like he always does.

You gasp when you reach his bedroom doorway, his corpse lying on the floor with blood oozing from a bullet hole in his head, lifeless eyes wide open. You look at the culprit who sits on the bed facing away from you.

“What the fuck?” You breathe out, uncomfortable and terrified from the display. You could recognize the mullet from anywhere. He stands up from the bed with the gun still in hand.

“Let’s go.” He says, expecting you to follow as he walks past you. Because of the gun in his hand, you really didn’t have a choice but to follow if you didn’t want to end up like your ex.

Sanzu: You knew that even if you’re unhappy with your marriage, you probably shouldn’t have cheated. Honestly, it wasn’t anything planned but you really needed the drugs you had bought from the dealer you were recommended. Who knew that the one night stand would turn into an affair. Though there didn’t seem to be any emotional connection on your part nor did it seem like his, you couldn’t stop contacting him and yearning for the pink haired man in more ways than you should for a drug dealer.

You thought what you experienced was normal until you realized you might’ve caught feelings for your dealer. Unfortunately, when you confessed, you were answered with a blank expression as you both smoked weed in his car. You realized how stupid you were to have confessed to someone when you were married so you stopped buying from him. It wasn’t until he showed up at your house and pulled you into a passionate kiss. You continued to make out until you were on the sofa, riding his cock once more as you moaned out his name.

His hands gripping your hips as he thrusted into you from below. One of his hands moved behind your head and pulled you to his shoulder as his other hand wrapped around your waist, aiming his cock deeper to keep hitting that spot that makes your thighs quake in his hold.

“Fuck.” He hissed as you rolled your hips harder, grunting as his grip tightened. “You sure you want this?”

“Uh huh.” You moan out as you nod, head falling back as the sound of your wet pussy squelches around his thick girth. When the sound of the front door clicks open, before you could turn your head around, Sanzu pulls his gun out from the pants that sat beside him and aims it for the intruder.

“No!” You gasp just as the shot rings out. A thud follows as you turn fully to eye your now dead husband.

“Oh my…!” Your head is forced to face Sanzu, the hand free of the gun holding the back of your head as the one holding the weapon wraps around your waist, his thrusts starting again as he purposefully aims deep into your pussy. You moan out as tears fall, the pleasure contrasting with the fear and guilt in your heart. He pulls your forehead against his as he continues to fuck into you.

“This is mine.” He aims the barrel of the gun on your pubis, finger against the trigger. You stare wide eyed into his crazed blue orbs. “Only mine, got it?” You nod as he removes the gun and replaces the arm back around your waist.

He continues until you both reach your orgasms, riding them out against each other as you lean your head on his shoulder, questioning everything that brought you to this point.

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere #yandere headcanons #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev headcanons #tokyo rev smut #tokyo rev x you #sano mikey manjiro #sano manjiro x reader #manjiro x you #kazutora hanemiya #kazutora x you #kazutora x reader #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu x you #sanzu x reader #ran haitani #ran x reader #ran x you #rin haitani #rin x reader #rin x you #cheating au #headcanon #toxic love #toxic relationship

[slttygeto]

"if there was a strawberry field..."

featuring: rindou haitani, ran haitani, ryuguuji ken, manjiro sano (ft. a special someone), mitsuya takashi.

note: mainly got the idea from @souyasbabyy :)

#moon's works #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers fake texts #haitani brothers #rindou x reader #ran x reader #mitsuya x reader #draken x reader #mikey x reader #manjiro x reader #mitsuya takashi #ryuguji ken #haitani ran #haitani rin #manjiro sano

[insensity]

man who will grope you and get touchy to you even tho you're not in the mood cause he's been teasing you the whole day and he's been following you to the point that one random person comes up to you both and tries to stop your boyfriend from touching you without knowing any reason and leaving you both dumb founded.

#baji x reader #x reader #tokyorev x reader #kisaki x reader #erwin x reader #aot x reader #jean x reader #eren x reader #ran x reader #rin x reader #nishinoya x reader smut #baji keisuke #tsukishima x reader #kuroo x reader #connie x reader #anime x reader #jjk fanfic #gojo x reader #geto x reader #smut

[cu7ie]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ (✪㉨✪)  beasts of burden.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀▚▚▚▚▚▚⠀⠀when the pet aims to become the master! ▚▚▚▚▚▚

⠀⠀⠀⠀cw; non-con / dub - con ! reader owns hybrids like how you might own pets. rough groping, clothes ripping, sexual aggression. no specific gender or genitals mentioned. hybrid! characters x human reader. REALLY LONG POST. (5k+)

Shepherd!Shinichiro is full-grown when you meet him. The dog you pictured taking home with you wasn’t anything like Shinichiro. He’s too tall. Sheds too much (you sat down with a black shirt and stood up with a coat) gets so excited squirreling around with his friends that he nearly stampedes you. 

But he’s the one you leave with. He’s the one who’s papers you’re signing your name all over. The one who’s collared and dutifully walking in step with you back to your apartment. The one you chose to love.

He’s not shy; not necessarily forth-coming either, but he respects you enough. Wipes his feet on the mat when he comes in, doesn’t chew up your furniture and sits on the first try every time. You’d never owned a hybrid before.  And with Shinichiro’s specific breed, you’re even less certain about his disposition; though his excitement and his happy licks and demand for head rubs is giving you a good feeling. You do your research sparingly in the upcoming weeks, scrolling down google with one hand,

The other threaded affectionately in Shinichiro’s hair.

A few more weeks pass, and Shinichiro’s thin shell cracks under the weight of your relentless affections. You’re touchier than any owner he’s ever had.

He doesn’t know how to express to you, this coiling snake in his belly - roiling hellfire whenever you stroke under his chin, pat him playfully on his cheek and drag your hand up and down his tummy -

You don’t notice (or pretend not to) the tent he’s pitching in his shorts. He’s wheezing and you won’t stop rubbing. Your eyes are glued to his,  sip-sippin’ up his ambrosia; enthusiasm, utter joy, laughter so strained it sounds painful.

You’re a good boy. Such a good, good boy. You whisper to him. And he’s whining - whining so loud and he can’t help himself, he just can’t help it. 

And when he bites you, you are shocked. You choke on your praises. Surprise leaves you deafened and petrified, and you are being pulled by your hand up up into Shinichiro’s sharp and eager grasp before you can dissuade him with a firm ‘bad boy’. He feels you up. 

(He only seen you. In parts, never all at once or for very long. Steam fogs up your mirror when you shower and there was always something peculiar about that depressingly gelid draft, rising goose pimples in your skin despite the warm shower. He’s looking, then, and looking at night. He’s supposed to be sleeping beside your bed, but he worms his way beneath your covers. Breathes so close to your face that your eyelids twitch in your sleep. 

You’re warmer than any human he’s ever met. Your laughter crisp in the space behind his eyes. Everything’s so quiet now - but it’s like he can hear you so clearly, moaning quietly and,

So perfect. All his.)

He forgets how fragile humans are at the best of times. His nails - which you’ve been meaning to trim, he’s just too excited sometimes - scrape along your skin from your waist and down to your hips, etching in crescents whenever he grabs you firm. You squeal, mousy eyed and meek handed, pushing firmly against Shinichiro’s chest. He only leans into you more. Eyes softened with adoration and love, resolve sharpened to a blade’s edge as he licks his lips like you’re something that ought to be devoured. 

He can tell there’s something that’s making you uncomfortable. His cock is stiff in his boxers - he’s sure you can feel it, how much he loves you too - and he’s staring like he can’t believe you’re real; but he doesn’t wager either of those things are the reason why you’re quiet. You’re new to this. Never been bred before; he deduces from the apprehension in your gaze. He strokes your cheek, like you’d done once before to comfort him. Like he’s telling you not to worry, as your shorts tear and buttons pop off. As he flips you over and fixes your positioning, raises your hips so when he curls over your back they’re raised to his, you fidget. You spasm, you squirm, jerkily moving your hands to support your weight as you attempt dislodging his grip from your hips.

“No! Bad boy! Bad dog! Shinichiro!-” He grinds his dick against you with pent-up aggression, carnal fervor that slides along your back and drags something sticky along with it. 

There are hearts in his eyes. If he wasn’t holding your head down, you might’ve been able to see them.

  ⠀⠀⠀⠀₍⑅ᐢ›ﻌ‹ᐢ₎⚟  

Kitty!Izana doesn’t live in a shelter. If he did once, then he recalls it with no fondness, taken to lying with shadows like any other discarded piece of trash. He’s a bit fleabitten and mangy, to be expected from a backwater alley cat. Nobody pays him mind as long as he relegates himself to dark corners; sticks to swiping things from beneath unsuspecting strangers’ noses and desiring little more for himself. Not one familiar place to him anymore; and he had no business being in any place a human called home. So he lets himself fester. Allows resentment to pry open his chest and live there, congealing in his open wounds, choking a withered heart. And for a long while, he knows no comfort beyond that of his own thoughts.

You just finished signing your lease agreement, and should be finished moving in before the end of the week. An optimistic estimate. All your boxes remain packed, stacked into several towers and sorted by importance. Memorabilia, your tankobon collection, tapestries and vases and the rest of your life in sturdy cardboard containers.  The area is .. okay. Not the cleanest, or most well lit at night, or even the safest feeling, (you feel like something’s stabbing you with its eyes. Slithering up your neck, a snake-) but well within your budget - and the landlord is just the sweetest older man. He checks up on you often. Doesn’t have many restrictions or rules; no loud music playing, no smoking ( or more reasonably — no cigarette butts on the steps,) and absolutely no hybrids. So when you happen upon those yellow beady eyes in the alleyway, the vague rumble of hunger that squeezes your heart before the specter bounds behind the safety of the refuse,

You aren't sure about your angle of attack. On one hand, he's despondent. Doesn't believe in your kindness, hisses at your handouts and leaves your arm beat up and gouged out on more than one occasion. He's just nervous, you think, slicing tuna, flattening and molding rice into sheets that you roll up and slice into pieces. He'll come around, one day. 

He just has to. It's getting colder. Autumn is cut short by the blizzarding winds of winter, and Izana grows desperate. A human's persistence always feels like the cure to all problems. That's probably what you think - with your pretty eyes and your dumb little fucking human brain and - 

Yes, he does eat the food you give him, because it's fresh and he's starving, and he takes the coat you 'were going to throw away' (you shove it into his hands, for him to keep,) because it'd be a shame it'd go to waste. Not because he likes you. Not because he appreciates you. In fact, you might just be the bane of his existence.

(You make him hurt. Unlike any pain from being kicked or having bricks thrown at his ribs. Worse than the cigarettes that have burnt permanent ash into his fur. He doesn't need you. Doesn't want to want you. So this feeling, that butterflies his lungs and crackles his ribs and has him looking away whenever you fix him with those cloyingly pitying eyes, 

It must be hatred. Must be disgust. He is unwilling to rationalize it as anything else. Sometimes he'll climb the fire escape when he learns your specific apartment, sees your head sticking out the window one day to move your potted plants inside when it gets too too cold out; lingering in the dank fetid air of the alleyway, maps you out and keeps his notes for a rainy day. You see him, try to lure him in with food and promises of affection and play and toys. He's gotten less aggressive, willing to compromise at least. Doesn't hiss when you wave him good mornings, doesn't claw at the air and bite your wrist when you scratch him behind the ear. It's only been a few months. You don't seek your landlord's ire (you're not sure he could handle a surprise, let alone find out you're hosting for strays) but you trust that Izana could keep a secret if you can. He's mostly quiet in your interactions and that doesn't change much once he's inside. He isn't reciprocal with affections, doesn't pay you much mind in your own house, but is harmless and docile when pampering is involved. He's butter over warm toast, melting and purring as warm water washes over him in - oh, you don't even know how long. 

It's unlike him regardless.

(He's hurting again. It's dull and throbbing in his lungs, cold and piercing and fierce; you caressing his cheek, the water pooled around him. He's not drowning but he's full of something and he despises the sensation, but leans further and further into your hand-)

You rinse dirt from out of his hair, decay from behind his ears, scrub the loneliness from his skin. 

(You're so focused. His anxiety worms its way to his stomach and buried itself, the seed to which your affection tends; the unknown, the unusual inspires his fear. Is your betrayal imminent? There seems to be no ruse in your ministrations, but his heart pounds at the thought. You wring out the cloth you used to clean him and tell him he can stand before leaving the room. You can't see him. He will use that to his advantage.)

Your back is turned as you rummage through your closet for an extra towel. You remembered grabbing one, though it makes sense your mind could have been going - oh shoot. Did you tell Izana to wait for you in the bathroom? You spin around so fast you sway in your spot for a bit, stomping towards the bathroom, towel in hand. 

But he's not there. Wet footprints lead you to your living room, but he's not there either. He's a bit soft pawed, the slippery kind of feline you presume. So the hunt marches along. Not under the kitchen table, under the couch, near the window or the front door. He didn't go back to the bathroom. Your mounting confusion is the first thing he notices when you walk back in your room. Your face; it's pretty. Which becomes a revolting conclusion as soon as it's realized, but he can't take it back, can't unthink it. Humans are not beautiful. But maybe you are? He's under your bed, by the way. You see the pale yellow eyes as a surprisingly strong hand curls around your ankle firmly - and tugs. The world falls around you and you raise your head so your shoulders hit the floor before you get a concussion; aching and holding up the towel shield against a very wet, a little dusty Izana.

 "Buddy. What's up with all the rabble rousing? I was gonna towel you off and we were gonna be all cool-" Your voice lurches as he tosses the towel wayward, forcing you to bare witness to his lean physique, his tail curling around your leg as he leans up and,

His cock is throbbing. So hard, pre leaking from the ruddy tip, as it sticks up and out like an offensive gesture. It's ribbed with nub-like bumps, blunt and odd and menacing. You whine and try to gain leverage with your legs, attempting to kick and wriggle your way out from beneath him. Dead weight. He does not budge. He does look a little impatient now though; terse like you've been the one wasting his time.

"Human." He croaks, placing his hand on your shoulder and scooting further up your chest, his cock head kissing your lips. You whimper.

"Lick it."

⠀⠀⠀⠀ʚ₍⑅ᐢ.ﻌ.ᐢ₎ɞ  

Lab!Manjirou was the one nobody wanted. Hybrid kennels are rough, and most owners don't know how to dress up and play pretend. He's not doing much when you first start working there, determined to make a home out of this hell. He didn't trust your commitment. Wary of most humans in his day to day, he doesn't aim to keep an eye out for them. Mostly lounging around with the other hybrids, aimless and picking fights with the biggest guys and scaring all the little kids with the big eyes and burning glares, whooping and hollering and barking through metal fences. Your patience is effortless. You assign your 'pack mates' (employees, you later explain) tasks; maintain the kennels and the play spaces and the feeding and walking times, while you see to Manjirou's personal retraining program. He's a good fella at heart, you know that; just a little bit of a lack of focus is all. Preoccupied with his own thing to his own detriment. You begin with teaching him how to listen. He often doesn't bother with humans; preferring the ravings of his hybrid friends as opposed to human conversation and commands. You're not his boss and you don't try to be. What you are though, is his caretaker. He ought to listen to the people trying to help him - and you don't get it, because you've never been in his position before - so maybe your first lesson doesn't go over too well with him. Maybe he stops paying you attention for the next couple days, bleeding into the next week. 

Maybe he just doesn't want to listen to a word you say. And that's fine. You guess you could be okay with that.

(But he did listen. Listened to every word that fell from your lips like it'd be the last thing he'd ever hear, felt your heartbeat as you started to feel unsure of yourself; smiled dumbly at how easy you fluster. You are trying. He saw it. As real as stars in the night, as certain as sunrise. And maybe he commends you for that, but he mostly dreams of your pretty mouth and how bright a future could be with you in it.

He doesn't talk to you because it doesn't make him feel cool. The others keep pulling his leg, jaunting and ribbing and getting under his skin; and while he hates being serious, he hates being made to look a fool more. So he stands and lets you hit, pick up a card, play.

You try again. And again. And again. Burning away his resolve. He is abrasive. He drags his feet, turns his head the other way. Doesn't take you seriously.

But you are firm. Your voice never wavers. Manjirou, don't you want to be a good boy for me? 

He dips his nose into your palm, and you wonder if dogs know how to keep promises.)

You make progress with the pups and kittens and think you're making something out of yourself when the first month under your management comes to a close. The kennel has taken root and grown into something of a home. Massive fronds that keep the hybrids safe in and intruders out, a wealth of life inside like a fresh breath of air; colors pulled right from a painter's palette, vivid and buzzing and delightful all around.  He almost hates his quickly it feels like you forget about him. You're busier and work later but still chat with him when you can; just not as focused, not as forward. He misses your special attention. Now he mostly sees you dispensing food around dinner time, greeting the others as you come and go. 

Tonight, his hunger is legendary. You walk into the kennel the same time you do every night, pat the same heads, serve the same meal, clean up, and-

Mikey's been following you. It's not new for him. You get a second shadow and he gets much needed attention, although none of it is particularly good. He keeps stepping on your heels and trying to smell the air around you, trying to rub his scent off on you, and you're a saint; so patient and so caring and so fucking blind,

Because the rest of the hybrids have formed somewhat of a circle around you. Innocuous seeming, but as your hands empty; bending over to place an empty box on the ground, you hear a shrill, low whistle. It's Mikey. Surrounded by all his little friends with their innocent eyes and big smiles. "What..?" You trail off, not observing the danger as it bares it fangs at you, stepping forward with that probing gaze. "Mikey, are you alright?" Your concern wraps around his heart and almost makes him feel sorry about what he's going to do to you.

(The others have taken a liking to you too. Draken and Peh - Yan and Kazutora and -  all his friends really. They don't like you as much as he does, you're his favorite, but they like Mikey enough to fall in line with him - to turn cheek when he lands on top of you and scratches your forearm; starts popping the buttons on your dress shirt.)

Mikey is sooo hungry. His tongue curls around the plane of your neck and his hand impatiently gropes at your chest. Shallow breaths give way to panic; the realization you were the one meant to close up shop, there’s no one else here.

“Manjiro. Stop! Get off of-!” He forces his mouth onto yours, kisses you sloppily like he’s been waiting for you to fall into his arms just so could take you, just like this. His erection pressing against your thigh as he spreads your legs so wide the other hybrids just have to take a look and, 

You’re crying. 

(They seem drawn to it. Your tears. Your squirming. Mikey licks a long stripe up your cheek, tastes the salt in them. His saliva burns you.)  His hands have already forced your pants down your legs, and all the time and effort you poured into him; all your love; it’s become malformed. Grossly misrepresented as he aggravatedly humps your thigh, popping threads your underwear at the goading of his friends, sticking a finger in you so suddenly and harshly that you groan and squeal, pumping it in and out;

“I can be a good boy for ya.” He simpers, raising his hand; lapping your fluids off his fingers. “Let me show you.” 

⠀⠀⠀⠀c(⌒o(  -▽-)ノ

There was no contingency plan in place for if you lost your nerve and ended up taking home two hybrids instead of one. Sure, you have the space - s’not like you don’t have the money; but dad was going on and on about the importance of spending limits, keeping track of your schedule - making sure they have what they need. “These are live animals, you know. You can’t just throw money at it and make it happy. They’re alive. They think, they desire, they need. You need to take real responsibility n’ take care of them properly or-”

“It’ll be fine. And I’m not just saying that, dad. I swear on it.” Sure you do. You don’t let him finish before you’re making an excuse to get a foot out the door, (because you hate being late more than you hate being told what to do,) a short drive to the kennel your father suggested; which practically feels like a hop and skip away. It’s ritzy, for sure. Mint and cream lettering that deems this building ‘Tenjiku & Friends’. Something about this place is just too cute. You hop out the car and two other men (that your dad sent, because even though he loves you to bits and pieces, sometimes you act like you took a high dive in a low well) tail you, open the door for you, clear the way for you. You had called the kennel the previous day to see if they had anything exotic for sale, and before you make it all the way down the hall, someone -

Cream pants, cotton candy blue vest, polite smile -

stops you in your tracks. He knows your name because he remembers talking to you, but let yourself feel like a celebrity anyway as he walks you down the hall. Most hybrid kennels only vendor dogs and cats - but specialized ones have the more exotic options for high-ballers. You walk past a basilisk (kinda looks like a dragon), wild cats (some big, some small), and harpies; from peacocks to pigeons, it's like this place has it all. 

You like the look of the basilisk the most, you guys walk back towards the reptile section as the young man hurriedly explains more shit you don’t give a fuck about-

And then you see it. A brilliant beam of light as pretty scales refract a heat lamps’ brightness right into your eyeballs. You stomp over with all intent to be irritated with whatever stupid ass animal did-

That… 

Your rage is cut with shock - all encompassing and rapidly onset. Your shock gives way to astonishment, flapping your hands as you point and go “Look, look!” towards the ice cold cobra resting behind the glass. He doesn’t move at the emergence of new faces, too busy being effortlessly gorgeous and minding his own damn business - but you have the wealth to be nosy.

It’s almost like .. he’s calling out to you.

From behind the observing glass, his chittering tail slips out of view; Rindou - the silver inlay on the name plate reads. There’s another name beneath it - Ran - though the cool-mint scales (on what you presume to be his brother) that slink out of view appeals to you profoundly on an aesthetic level. His brother doesn’t look lots like him as far as coloration goes. He’s a shiny beetle black. Under this heat lamp you can see shifting emeralds and colors of envy shift within the pot of black ink; his skin, beautiful, and (look, your mind’s changing again,) pressing your forehead to the glass, you weigh your options and are unable to think beyond ‘Gosh, they are just so gorgeous.’  

They continue ignoring you. They’ve seen ambitious types like you before; the ones that come in and crowd around the main attraction - the twin kings, magnificent and dangerous and feral. That which humans consider beautiful. Their captivity. You gape and awe and marvel so much; pay no heed to the handlers’ that say ‘back away from the glass’, just flash a cute enough smile (show them the billfold of your wallet) and they let people like you carry on. Because they know you’re good for it. 

(Rin and Ran talk amongst themselves often; refrain from speaking when humans are around but they definitely talk - about the handlers, about home, about freedom. No more poking with this needle, sedating with that pill, living ‘natural’ lives behind plexiglass. Preferably without pesky fucks like you trying to rip them apart - take them from everything they know-)

“These two are kinda like a package deal. One won’t move without the other - most people just want one and, y’know, s’not like we’re gonna corral em’, or force em to go but-” The guy you’re listening to but not quite blathers on and on, til’ you raise your hand and look over; with the stars and the sun and moon in your eyes; a little less than half a grand in your hand. He looks startled by your fervor, the way you bark orders at the people you came with to get the trucks to have these guys moved out within the hour - having the blue blooded audacity to stand in the way of the snake handlers as they coax the cobras out into the open, watching with wonderstruck glee and tapping your feet and jumping for joy. (You are so annoying. Most well-to-dos are, but when they lay your eyes on you for the first time, when they care enough to bear witness to their new owner; you’re not what they are expecting, and they don’t know if they like that. No crotchety, old, suit wearing executive, no crude perverse old hag. You’re young. A socialite maybe, but naive; surely.) They whisper and hiss and slither across linoleum tile to sniff at you with cautious forked tongues, chittering with their rattling tails. You shouldn’t be this close to them; not yet at least, but money makes men dance and the kennel company is more than happy to oblige your specialty requests. 

You look so excited to own them. That’s what they think at first, your mouth gaping at their utterly massive size. Their tails have to be at least twenty feet long, undulating slowly as they are walked down the hall with no issue. The striking specimens are enough to make your eyes water. How would they look in the sun? Sparkling like infinitely precious gemstones and gold. Their scales must be waterproof - maybe if they enjoy a good swim they could break in the new pool you just had renovated. You sigh in utter delight, enchanted by your future and running back to your sleek black car; practically throwing yourself down the flight of steps and demanding your chauffeur break every single traffic code in order to get home before your new pets do.

Hybrids; the best companionship money can buy.

You prepared your house for a hybrid to move in - note, singular, - and largely anticipated bringing home something so much more … normal. What do nagas even enjoy? Do they even like sleeping in beds? Probably not - real snakes don’t even sleep in beds, that’s stupid. You’re stupid and make impulsive decisions. But it's okay. When in doubt, cash out. You start doing research - a little late, but same day delivery is a terrific thing - and are interrupted soon after by violent buzzing and knocking at your door. 

Rin and Ran look shocked when they slither inside but that doesn’t matter in the least bit to you. You’re too excited by the towering nagas, clasping your hands together as the handlers ascertain and assess your premises. Good enough, they say, and leave you be.

“So. You guys talk right?” You ask almost stupidly. They share a glance and Rin speaks before Ran does - and you don’t know if it’s a lisp or if that’s just his tongue, but -

“Yes.” His s’s are so sharp they sting. “We do talk, human.” They are far, but close the gap in an instant and, once raised to their full sitting height, tower over you effortlessly. You’re not smart enough to feel intimidated. Ran seems to take to you more than Rin. Isn’t as aloof; rubs his body along your sides as he slithers by, flicking his tongue out at you. “Awesome! Well, this,” You make a sweeping gesture with your hand at the grand expanse of your house. “is your home now! Get comfortable. There’s plenty of room to lounge about and do whatever snakes like to do.”  Rindou sneers at you, and you feel like you might’ve said something wrong; but don’t care enough to correct it. They’re your pets, anyway. You provide, they don’t complain.

Rindou continues being cold to you, but Ran warms your heart and soul and almost never wants to leave your side. (They’re playing you. Good cop, bad cop - trying to figure out what makes you tick. How that can be leveraged - work to their benefit. Ran does take a liking to you; you’re dumb and fun and adorable. So small and fragile compared. He learns a lot about you, too; the human shows you like to watch and the fickle games you like to play. You’re not very strong, not very bright - but you’re affluent; wealthy, and to humans that is power.

Him and Rin talk less and less about leaving as the weeks pass. Even Rindou is starting to like you more. Your embarrassed smiles and the fear he can smell in your nervousness. Makes him.. tingle.)

You give them whatever they ask for whenever they want it. More treats, shiny things, installments in your house that can hold their weight, so they can climb and perch and slither and rest. But eventually, they get bored of your money. 

They start looking to you for more substance, but that’s when they begin to realize their individuality matters little to you. They are humanoid. Human-ish. But they are not people. To you, they are mindless. You ruffle their hair and call them “Good boys”. You bombard them with hugs and kisses and pats when they don’t want them; though when they are seeking out your attention you’re suddenly too busy, suddenly so annoyed. And of course, they have other needs too. 

(You don’t care about being naked in front of them. You strip carelessly and leave articles around the house for them to find, walking into rooms in towels or sometimes nothing at all. It means nothing; your nudity and you purport it should be the same for them. You don’t stare at them like they stare at you. Analyzing your every move. Every inch of bare skin is scandalizing, racy and jarring - they don’t know what to do but stare. Ran, a lapdog if anything, tries to get close to the source - Rin prefers taking mementos and memories. Your bathroom’s so big and shower so relaxing that you don’t care if Ran keeps slithering in and out. He keeps an eye on you, so Rindou can be the one to rummage through your drawers & your laundry. Finds the clothes that smell the most like you, steals them away to fashion into a nest in any random corner of your big ass house. You don’t notice. Maybe you just don’t care.)

You buy clothes obsessively. You have two separate dressers, two closets - probably an entire room for the nice, vintage stuff that takes up space, collecting dust because you have more than you know what to do with - too selfish to give away. You don’t go in there often because most of the time you don’t need to - but all your cute shit is missing all of the sudden. No more flowery blouses or cute boleros or miniskirts - most interestingly, your matching underwear sets. They’ve all gone ghost and of course, you don’t necessarily blame your pets. They’re not messy. Never once had an instance of them chewing anything up, leaving refuse about the place - no, never them. But you don’t find those clothes even when you do your laundry, shake every fucking thing out of that hamper til the lint makes you sneeze, dig through your drawers (cause maybe you just shoved them back inside??? maybe??). 

No cigar. You put everything back where it needs to be and step out of your room.

In a last ditch effort, you opt to check that storage room. You don’t anticipate finding anything but dashed dreams and wasted efforts - maybe a Savage X Fenty shopping spree to tide you over - potentially an exorcism to vanquish the ghost who’s taken such a liking to you fucking underwear.

You hear rattling. Like can filled with mung beans shake - shaking down the hall. You really don’t want to be mad or jump to a conclusion - so you wait until your right in front of the door to say for certain that yes, it’s one of those hybrids. You don’t know which name to get ready to scream because you haven’t seen either all morning, rattling the door knob with sweaty palms as you fill your lungs to-

Wheeze.

What you see is … You’re not entirely sure but it knocks the air of your lungs - makes you draw breath that you cannot exhale. 

Scratch that - you are certain, you just really, really don’t want to believe it.

The room itself is in no state of disarray. But a crude hill of clothes that was certainly not there before has formed, and holding a pair of your panties in one hand is Rindou - who jerks his cock.. Ahm… cocks, with heated fervor; not interested in your presence immediately, which gives you the grace of time. You swallow your shock, open your mouth - 

Before you are shoved into the room entirely from behind. Ran was always a bit big for a Naga, but he didn’t sacrifice stealth for size. You would have fallen on your knees if he hadn’t caught you, the strength he has in one arm perhaps more than you had in your whole body. Rindou acknowledges you then, tauntingly as he rubs your precious velvet panties across the length of his shaft, a wanton moan that breaks into a cruel giggle as Ran proceeds to move you forward.

“What the fuck. Rindou! Ran! What on earth-” You’re jostled. They smile and laugh like there’s a joke you’re not in on. As he forces you closer to Rindou’s cocks, you can smell his musk - the overpowering scent of cum and sex as Ran carries you forward, ignoring your belligerent hollering as your attempts to slip from his grasp prove futile. Ran’s smell dominates your olfactory sense and there’s something about his vulgar display you can’t pry your eyes away from. His dicks are massive; thick at the base where it comes out of the slit, with ribbed edges that you can’t parse. You can hardly imagine something like that fitting inside a human.

“Stop it you fucking snakes! Let! Me! Go!” You flail and fidget but they only chuckle and hiss; playful in their expressions but not in their actions. They aren’t talking in words you can understand either - fucking assholes. You’re angry until Rindou’s cock is bobbing right in front of your face. Then your mouth goes dry and you’re stammering and you don’t know what to do other than -

“Suck it, human.” He commands. You whine.

“No - I’m not putting that thing in m-my, “ He pushes the head of one against your lip until it pops into your mouth, muffling any protest that follows. Ran has already busied himself with your bottom half. He’s gotten your shorts and underwear down to your ankles, using his tail to support your body as Rin focuses on shoving his cock down your throat. The other rubs across your throat and feels strange but not unpleasant. 

Ran uses his tongue. It’s too long and slimy and makes you whimper, Rin shudders and groans; thrusts the rest of his cock into your throat, and Ran preps you brusquely  -  spurned by his brother’s fun, raises your hips and all but impales you on his dick; you jerk and moan around Rindou’s girth, your jaw cramping and your hole stretching-

Kinda like a fucked up see-saw. When you slide off one cock, the other’s rushing to greet ya. 

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LITTLE DARK AGE

haitani ran x fem!reader x haitani rindou

summary: eight years later, you finally return to tokyo and find yourself caught in the middle of a violent gang war between the two most ruthless criminal organizations of tokyo’s underworld, forced to choose between blood and love.

genre: bonten timeskip, angst, forbidden romance, childhood friends -> strangers -> lovers, 18+ MDNI

warnings: fem!reader, gang violence, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, explicit smut, polyamory, profanity, MCD, unedited, MTBA

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CHAPTER Ⅹ. OH, HOME, LET ME COME HOME...

TWELVE YEARS EARLIER. 

Rindou felt anxious. Rindou felt anxious and he hated it--he did not ordinarily feel anxious, it was an uncommon and unwelcome feeling, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not push it away. His throat was tight and his eyes flickered back and forth between the elevator that led into the penthouse and Ran, who was sitting next to Rindou, stiff and unamused as he glared at the elevator. 

There was something wrong with you. Okay, that sounded bad, he acknowledged. There wasn’t something wrong, wrong with you, but you were acting different and Rindou didn’t like it, Ran even less so even though he was trying to hide how much it was bothering him.

You asked them to stop picking you up from school two weeks ago. And they had tried to convince you otherwise but you had gotten angry at them--genuinely angry at them for the first time since they met you five years earlier. Rindou had never heard you yell before until you were shouting at them for being overbearing and smothering and ‘never giving you a fucking break.’

It had hurt. It had really fucking hurt. Ran had lost his temper right back at you, and the whole situation had only spiraled from there. Miss Yua offered to talk to you on their behalf, mentioning that it was probably just a phase, ‘girls get quite difficult in high school,’ she claimed, but evidently she had not gotten through to you. 

You had not spoken to them since the argument. 

And Rindou tried, he really, really did. He pushed away the hurtful words you had spat at them to try to make amends--even though he really had no reason to be apologizing. You ignored him. You ignored him every single time, brushing him off and walking to your room without a word, locking the door behind you.

Rindou was tired. You were acting like Ran did whenever Ran got all in his head about something and Rindou hated it when Ran did it and he hated it even more when you did it. He wasn’t sure what had even caused the change and it made him sick to his stomach.

Maybe you didn’t want them around at all anymore, the thought that had been eating at him for the past week rang loudly in his head. No, he tried to convince himself, that couldn’t be true because you would never think something like that. 

But he couldn’t help but remember the genuine anger in your eyes when you yelled at the two of them that day, how you refused to even look at them for nearly two weeks now. 

He bit down on his bottom lip, trying to stop it from trembling, and he let his gaze flick back up the elevator, anxiety growing as the numbers began rising higher and higher, closer and closer to the floor of the penthouse.

“Ran,” Rindou began, worry seeping into his tone.

Ran clicked his tongue as the elevator stopped on the floor, “Relax, I’ll handle it,” he said, but that only made his nerves grow worse because that was exactly what Rindou was fucking worried about.

The doors to the elevator slid open, Ran rose to his feet, Rindou briefly shut his eyes, throwing up a short prayer to whatever god would listen to him as you stepped into the penthouse, a frown on your lips and brows furrowed.

You were already irritated about something. This would not go over well. 

Rindou wanted to cry. 

Ran called your name. 

You ignored him. 

Ran called your name again, sharper this time. Rindou could see the way Ran’s fists tightened at his sides, and he could see the way his nostrils flared as he inhaled sharply, trying to contain his temper. 

“I’m talking to you,” Ran said sharply, “Look at me.”

You ignored him. 

“Hey!” Ran said loudly. You jumped at how he raised his voice, the only sign of acknowledgment of the two of them that they had received from you in nearly two weeks. “Stop acting like a fuckin’ child.”

“Why won’t you just leave me alone?” you spat out so viciously that Rindou physically drew back at your words. His lips parted to speak, to say something, but he didn’t even know what to say, and any word he thought up died on his tongue before he could force it out.

They were losing you. 

No, he told himself immediately, trying to convince himself of the matter. There was no way. Something else had to be going on. 

“Leave you alone?” Ran hissed, “We’ve left you alone for two weeks, what the fuck is going on? Why won’t you talk to us?”

“‘Cause it’s none of your business,” you shouted, shoving at Ran’s chest when he got too close to you. Ran didn’t budge, of course, it would take a lot more than a shove from you to push him off-balance. You went to push him again, brows furrowed, tears pooling in your eyes, and Rindou’s chest felt like it was caving in, “Leave me alone, leave me alone! Why won’t you just leave me the fuck alone?”

His lips parted in shock as he stared at you, as he watched your lips tremble and your hands shake from where they were slamming against Ran’s chest over and over again. 

Okay, he thought to himself, this is more than just them pissing you off somehow. Something else is definitely going on. 

Ran seemed to realize it too from how his anger seemed to wash away and his lips turned down. And Rindou truly did feel ill because he had never seen you this distressed before and it really didn’t sit well with him. 

Ran murmured your name quietly, grabbing your wrists, stopping you from hitting him again and Rindou’s breath caught in his throat, one of his hands reached out toward you, eyes narrowing in on your arms, or more specifically, the discolored purple bruises lining up your arms--fingerprints embedded deep into your skin. 

“What happened?” Rindou asked, his voice was low, steadier than he expected and you looked thrown off, following his gaze down to your arms. He watched the panic shoot across your face. You looked at your shoulders, as if you were looking for something… oh. The jacket you started wearing nonstop a few weeks ago.

Have you been…

“Nothing,” you snapped, “It’s none of your business.”

“None of our-” Rindou hissed, eyes ablaze but he cut himself out, desperately trying to calm himself down--the sight of the bruises marring your skin awakening a sort of primal rage that he didn’t know he had in him. “Don’t try to brush this off, tell us what happened.”

“You and Ran come home with bruises all the time,” you said loudly, your voice was shrill, your eyes were wild. You were panicking and Rindou was getting angrier because he didn’t know what you were hiding from them, and he didn’t know why you were hiding it from them. 

“We come home with bruises so you don’t fucking have to!��� Ran shouted, stepping closer to you, but you only stepped back, breath quick as your eyes darted around like a cornered animal. “Tell us what the fuck’s going on.”

He should have expected it but Rindou did not react fast enough when you darted between them, taking off down the hall. Rindou moved to chase after you but Ran grabbed his arm, stopping him. 

“Ran, what-” he began angrily but Rindou faltered when he caught the distressed look on Ran’s face. “Ran-”

“Don’t chase after her, you’ll only push her further away,” he said quietly. “She’s not gonna say anything now. We’re gonna have to figure this out ourselves.”

---

“The fuck is your guys’ deal?” Shion complained, wiping the blood off of his cheek as he looked over his shoulder at Rindou and Ran. Rindou rolled his eyes, lips turned down as he looked away, “You guys aren’t usually this boring.”

“Fuck off, Shion,” Ran said sharply, exhaling a puff of smoke as he shot a withering glare at the younger boy, “Not in the mood today.”

Honestly, they hadn’t been in the mood for a while now. Rindou and Ran both have had severely shortened tempers ever since you started with your bullshit a few weeks ago, and he was sure that they had noticed it from the way they started holding Rindou and Ran at arm’s length 

“You haven’t been in the mood for two weeks now,” Shion countered, voicing Rindou’s thoughts, turning around and leaning back on his heels, “What crawled up your ass, huh?”

“I said fuck off,” Ran said and Rindou did not like the tone that edged at his brother’s voice--it was dark, threatening, and from Shion’s narrowed eyes, he caught the implications of it too. Ran, Rindou wanted to plead, let’s not do this right now. 

Rindou had no issue fighting if it came down to it--he had thrown hands with Shion before and would do it again--but right now… His eyes darted to Mochi and Mucho lingering by Shion, gaze shifting between them, and then to Izana, who was lounging on a nearby box watching the scene with interest.

“Somethin’ up with your girl?” Mucho, ever the calm one of the group of them, asked curiously, blue eyes flicking between him and Ran, waiting for a response. 

Ran bristled but Rindou spoke up before Ran could snap something at Mucho, which would undoubtedly go over poorly. Shrugging, he said, “She won’t tell us shit. Asked us to stop pickin’ her up from school ‘n we figured she’s talkin’ to some guy and doesn’t was us to scare him off. Now she’s comin’ home with fuckin bruises all over her arms.”

And Rindou genuinely would have preferred that you were talking to some rich boy that spent his weekends on yachts over this--no matter how much the thought of you getting close with another guy made his stomach turn and his head hurt. Because at least then you weren’t getting hurt for whatever reason, and at least then they weren’t worried sick over what was going on.

“Bruises?” Mucho’s brow furrowed and Rindou noticed that Ran’s rising temper seemed to dim a bit at the genuine concern in Mucho’s voice. “What you mean bruises?”

Rindou motioned helplessly to his arm, “Fingerprints ‘n stuff, up ‘n down her arms, we tried to ask her but she started yelling, getting defensive, then she ran off,” he said.

“You couldn’t chase her down? Let the girl juke you out like that?” Mochi snorted, mocking them and Rindou scowled. 

“It’s not that simple,” Rindou snapped, talking down on him as if he wouldn’t have made that very mistake had Ran not stopped him, “You would know if you ever spoke to a girl before. They get all riled up and angry and then they get silent. We wouldn’t’ve gotten anything outta her.”

Mochi scowled at the dig, opening his mouth to retort, but Mucho was speaking again, “And she’s coming home from school with it?” Mucho asked.

“Yeah, think so. Doubt she’d be getting jumped on the way home from school, we own those streets. No one would dare, not to her,” Rindou muttered.

Shion stretched, fastening his brass knuckles back onto his fist, “Let’s go check it out then, we already fucked up these guys anyway. They’re no fun anymore. I’d like to get my hands on one of those prissy little trust fund babies. Bet they’ll squeal just like their pig parents,” Shion jeered, snickering to himself before looking back at Izana, “What’dya say?”

Rindou followed Shion’s gaze to where Izana was still sitting on the box, watching them all curiously.

Izana’s eyes focused on Ran, seemingly uninterested with the topic, “She goes to that prep school by the National Art Center?” Izana asked, and Rindou and Ran shared a look, unsure of how he knew that because they were pretty sure they had never mentioned it.

“Yeah,” Ran agreed.

Izana’s eyes lit up oddly, a sort of interest swimming in them that had Rindou on edge because he had never seen Izana look so… excited for something before.

“Let’s go then.”

—-

“This is completely unnecessary,” you repeated for what seemed like the millionth time as your eyes darted around the side alley right next to your school, trying to figure out what the fuck you were supposed to do. “Please just get out of my way.”

It was your own fault, really, for prioritizing time over safety. You had thought cutting through the side streets to get home faster would be better than taking the long route and risking them catching up to you but you hadn’t even considered the fact that they’d have set up around the side streets to corner you there. 

It was your own fault, and you were sure you were going to pay for it. 

“Shut the fuck up,” a sharp voice snapped back immediately and you felt ill, breath shaky and trembling fingers shoved in your pocket to try to hide your growing anxiety.

It wasn’t your fault, you tried to convince yourself, it was your fucking uncle’s. 

And it was--anger brewed in you as you remembered how quickly your already shitty social life had fallen apart after your uncle had started his relentless pursuit of Izanagi’s expansion a few weeks back, tearing down some of the other major businesses run by the parents of the kids in your school just so Izanagi could get a few steps ahead. It had been ruthless, and it had annihilated the wealth of even some of the objectively powerful, old money families of Tokyo, including some of whom had kids that went to your school.

And there was no way for them to get back at your uncle. Their parents were stuck trying to manage the fallout of what he had done and the kids were suffering the repercussions--the attention of the tabloids and all of the mocking articles, the shame of having lost the majority of their wealth, paparazzi and reporters had been outside the school for days now--and the only way to ‘get back’ at your uncle, in the eyes of the other kids, was through you.

Two weeks of nonstop harassment and you had no one but your uncle to blame. He had to have known what targeting the parents of kids that went to your school would do to you but he had gone through with it anyway.

Selfish. So fucking selfish, you felt tears prick your eyes as you took another step back and Sato stepped forward, closer to you. His parents had been the most affected by your uncle and he, in turn, has been the most aggressive with you. 

And it wasn’t fair, it wasn’t like you told your uncle to do this, and it wasn’t like you supported it. You barely even fucking spoke to him. And now you were the one getting punished?

“Sato, this isn’t going to do anything,” you pleaded, giving it one more shot, “I’m not-I didn’t-Just let me get home-”

“Fuck you,” Sato spat, “Fuck you and fuck your douchebag uncle too.”

You grimaced, swallowing thickly as you tried to figure out what you should do. Maybe you should have told Ran and Rindou what was going on, you thought weakly as your eyes darted around the group of kids whose families had been ruined by your uncle. But you dismissed the thought immediately. 

If you had told them what was going on, even before this started getting physical…

They would fucking kill them. You knew that. Ran and Rindou were protective over you, Ran had already killed someone for threatening you before. Knowing you were getting harassed at a place that was supposed to be safe--the one place they couldn’t make safe for you… They would lose their minds and they’d be sent to juvie again, except this time they would have a target on their backs because even though these kids’ parents lost the majority of their wealth and power, they still had powerful friends and those powerful friends had a lot of influence and they could spell trouble for Ran and Rindou, both in juvie and out of juvie. 

And it wasn’t fair for you to rely on them for everything--and yeah, you knew they didn’t care, if anything they preferred it but… you didn’t like it. All your life you had been relying on other people for help--your parents, your uncle, Miss Yua and Mister Ayato, and now them--you wanted to handle one thing on your own and you wanted to cry because you knew you failed.

You always fucking fail unless someone else steps in. 

Your eyes blurred, you pressed your lips together tight to try to hide the way they wobbled. 

“Sato,” your voice came out weaker than you would have hoped, pleading, and you were embarrassed because the older boy immediately mocked you, taking another step closer. You matched him with a step back, and in your panic, you didn’t notice how Sato had paused in his movements toward you, and you didn’t notice the way some of the other kids started going wide-eyed.

You stiffened when you felt someone’s chest pressed against your back, fear taking over just for a moment until their right arm wrapped around your waist and you caught sight of the tattoos decorating it.

Rindou.

You were relieved. 

For a second. 

Then realization dawned on you and the fear returned for another reason. 

Rindou.

You looked up at him, eyes wide, but his eyes were narrowed and trained ahead, jaw clenched tight.

“Rin,” you said quietly, and he finally looked down at you, lavender eyes sharp and searching yours just for a moment before he shook his head and shifted you behind him, taking a step forward. 

Your heart sank, “Rin!” you called louder, but he ignored you as he took a step forward, body tense. You tried to take a step after him to grab his arm but a hand curled around your shoulder before you could. You froze, gaze darting to the side and your mouth went dry when your eyes met vacant purple ones, bright in contrast to tanned skin.

“Who are…”

Your voice trailed off when you noticed that Rindou had not come alone. Ran, the boy who grabbed you, and three other vaguely familiar boys had all entered the side street you had gotten cornered in with him. Your brows furrowed as you tried to remember where you had seen them before until your mind was drawn back to the day at the car shop when you had found Rindou and Ran hanging with that group of boys.

The white-haired boy watched you curiously, “Kurokawa Izana, you must be y/n.”

You didn’t get the chance to respond as Ran was moving forward in an instant, face twisted in a sort of fury that you’d never seen on him before. “Ran!” you called after him, voice pleading but Izana’s grip on your shoulder tightened, holding you in place as Ran swung forward hard with his baton before Sato could react.

You flinched at the sickening crack that rang through the air as Ran’s baton connected with his jaw and your breath caught when Sato crumpled immediately.

No, nononono, “Ran, stop!” you cried out but Ran ignored you, reeling his arm back before driving the baton right against the back of his head, “Ran!”

“Fuckin’ piece of shit,” one of the other older boys from your high school spat, moving forward quickly, leaning down to swipe a scrapped pipe on the side street, aiming right for Ran, who was still preoccupied with Sato, who was trying to push himself off the ground.

“Stop it” you shouted, eyes wide, “Ran, look out!”

Rindou was on the other boy in a second, grabbing the pipe mid-swing with one hand and driving his fist into his face with the other. 

Your heart felt like it was in your throat as the rest of them moved forward once Rindou got involved too. 

“Ahh, this gonna be fun,” a boy with a tattoo on the side of his head crooned, “Wonder if blue blood tastes any different from ours.”

Madarame Shion--you recognized that one from Rindou, other than Ran, he was the one that Rindou was closest to in that little group, he was also the one that Rindou bitched about the most. The grin on his face was half-feral as he played with the brass knuckles adorning his left hand. 

Fuck, you thought, eyes wild as you tried to figure out what to do. If it escalated, it wouldn’t be good for them. They’d run home and tell their parents, their parents would get the cops on the case and-

“Guys, stop,” you called louder but you knew it was futile, Ran was too far gone and Rindou wouldn’t listen while Ran was in danger and there was no way their friends would listen to you. You knew enough from Ran and Rindou that all they cared about was violence and bloodshed. 

“They’re not gonna stop,” Kurokawa Izana confirmed your fears, “Let them do their thing.”

“If they kill them, they’ll-” your voice was panicked, your breath was quick.

“They won’t,” a new voice said firmly and your eyes caught sight of a tall boy with blonde hair and an even taller, broader boy with black hair. “We’ll stop ‘em before it gets that far.”

They didn’t wait for you to respond, only following after the three brasher members of their group--the Haitanis and Madarame Shion. Your jaw was slack as you watched the blonde haul one of the boys on Shion off like a garbage bag, flinging him hard into the brick wall on the side street. There was another disgusting crack as his head hit the wall and he fell limp to the ground. 

What the…

Izana did not join them and your hands shook as you watched the fight continue to escalate. Ran was still beating the shit out of Sato while Rindou took care of anyone that tried to approach the two of them.

Your lips parted to call out to them again, they were outnumbered but… 

But you knew the boys from your high school didn’t stand a chance. You physically flinched as you watched blood splatter against the ground when Shion’s brass knuckles drove into one of the boy’s faces and he dropped limp against the concrete.

You glanced up at Izana and you swallowed thickly at the thin smile that tugged at his lips and the cold look in his eyes as he watched Ran and Sato. 

“Stop him,” you said, and you thanked god that your voice was firm and steady. Izana’s eyes flickered down to you, surprise visible in them for a split second before the cold, calculating look returned. He was evaluating you, for something, you just didn’t know what.

Finally, he let out a quiet hum of agreement, “Ran,” he called, voice sharp and demanding. Instantly, Rindou and the three others drew off who they were fighting.

Ran did not.

Izana’s lips twisted down, an unpleasant expression on his face as he let go of your arm to move to Ran.

Rindou was in front of you, taking his place in an instant. His hands curled around your forearms, lavender eyes meeting yours—he was angry, you could tell, but his lips twitched down in concern as he looked over you.

“Why-“ his voice was loud, heated. He took in a shaky breath, forcing himself to calm down. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“Can’t we talk about this later?” you said, “I don’t-“

Your voice faltered as you caught sight of Shion licking at the blood on his brass knuckles, a bored sigh escaping his lips as he stretched, “No different.”

“I don’t want to do this here,” your voice was quieter, so only he could overhear, “And I don’t wanna say it more than once.”

Rindou’s lips parted to respond but he was interrupted.

“Oi, you,” Shion called and your gaze drifted to the side, frowning when you noticed he was staring directly at you. “I wanna see the fancy place where Rindou ‘n Ran are always staying at.”

“Absolutely fucking not,” Rindou said, turning his attention to Shion. 

“I’m not asking you, shuddup,” Shion said, keeping his attention on you. “C’mon, we just came all the way out here to beat the shit outta your pathetic bullies. Least you can do is offer us some food.”

“I didn’t ask for your help,” you said pointedly, but frowned when Shion only raised his eyebrows. Your shoulders slumped, and you glanced at Rindou, catching the warning glare he directed at you. At least you’d be able to delay the inevitable argument for a little while longer, “Fine,” you said.

Rindou scoffed in frustration, Shion looked absolutely delighted, tossing an arm around your shoulders and tugging you toward him, “Knew you were better then them fuckin’ lame asses,” he grinned.

Rindou called your name sharply, you looked at him from the corner of your eye, “You’re not getting out of this conversation,” he said.

“Yeah,” you said quietly, “I know.”

—-

PRESENT. 

“Can’t you drive any faster?” you demanded, voice panicked, breath quick as you looked up at the front of the van. Mina glared back at you through the rearview mirror and you glared right back, although you were pretty sure that the glare came off as rather pathetic considering your vision was blurry with tears.

“If I drive any faster, we’re gonna fuckin’ get pulled over, and I’d like to see you try to talk your way out of that one. How you gonna explain to them why we’ve gotta Bonten executive in the back of our van? Not to mention it’s fuckin’ pouring.”

His words didn’t even register as Ran let out another low groan, shifting in your lap. Your attention was drawn back to him, heart in your throat as you brought your hand to his face, cupping his cheek. He instinctually leaned into your touch and a whimper built in your throat as his long lashes fluttered back open, unfocused lavender eyes searching your face.

His bloody lips parted, as if to say something, but before he could try to push out whatever words were on his tongue, his head lolled back again, passing back out. A cry of frustration bubbled at your lips as you cradled Ran’s head to your chest, arms tightening around him. 

He’d been like this since you broke him out of there, fading in and out of consciousness, skin getting paler and breath getting shallower. 

“Mina, drive fucking faster,” you shouted, voice cracking as your words split into a sob, “Fuck, fuck, drive faster!” 

“Y/n, I can’t fuckin’ drive any faster,” Mina boomed, “Getting pulled over by the cops is as good a death warrant for him.”

The cops…? But-

“The fuck you mean?” you asked, “The cops? Wha-How would they even know-”

“Bonten got outed,” Takuya said quietly from the passenger seat, “All of its executives, some time between right after the explosion and now. I saw it on one of the headlines before we got him out of there.”

The world stilled around you, breath catching as you stared down at Ran, slowly processing Takuya’s words. “What?” you breathed out, “Outed? But how?”

“Don’t know,” Takuya admitted, “It’s not looking too good though. Yamagishi still keeps tabs on what goes on regarding this stuff. He says Bonten’s being forced underground. Half of their warehouses have been raided by the PSIA and TMPD.”

Fuck, you wanted to scream, fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck why were you just receiving bad news after bad news? Why couldn’t you get a break?

Why couldn’t you get a fucking break?

You were having trouble breathing. Control yourself, you pleaded with yourself desperately, Ran’s labored breaths and the sound of the rain beating against the top of the van was causing you to spiral, breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out.

But it was hard. God, it was so fucking hard with Ran slowly dying in your arms and Rindou out there alone, hunted by the cops and feds and… reckless, Rindou was always so fucking reckless when it came to Ran and-

You couldn’t even finish the thought. You felt sick and exhausted and guilty, so fucking guilty. Every time you looked down at Ran you swore that your chest was tearing apart, that the anchor on your ankle dragged you down even deeper into the murky depths of the sea. This was all your fault.

All your fucking fault.

Your regrets were endless. You’d been recounting every single moment you went wrong in your life since you woke up from the explosion--every little lie, every time you distanced yourself from them, every time you snapped. You regretted leaving. You regretted losing contact with them. You regretted coming back to Tokyo and you regretted not staying with them the night you had met them at the club. You regretted driving them away at the auction. You regretted everything.

Everything. 

No. Not everything. You did not regret stopping to help them that night all those years ago. You didn’t regret meeting them, you never would. You were sure of that. 

Weren’t you?

Tears of frustration built in your eyes as Ran’s body shuddered in your arms, his breath was ragged and his body was limp and shaky, his weight heavy on your lap. You buried your face into his hair, rocking him back and forth as you tried to muffle the sob that fell from your lips against the top of his head. 

I’m sorry, you wanted to scream, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry.

“We’re almost there,” Takuya said quietly--his words didn’t register but the streets around you did. You felt ill as you caught sight of the old playground that you and Rindou used to visit all the time, the streets that the two of you had chased Ran down when he had dumped a bucket of water on you and Rindou’s head while the two of you were plotting a prank on him, the alley that you had met them in.

You felt sick and dizzy.

You could see the building the penthouse was located in the distance, vision blurry, breath coming out as near wheezes as you tried to calm yourself down. And you were grateful for Takuya and Mina because neither of them acknowledged your ongoing breakdown, you knew if they did, it would only get worse.

“You should let one of us go in with you,” Mina’s voice was as tense as his hands were around the steering wheel, “You won’t be able to get him in on your own.”

“No,” you forced out, “No, you have to get Takuya to a safehouse, they’ll be coming after us as soon as they realize what’s happened. Staying in Tokyo right now is too risky, this is too risky but I have nowhere else and no one else that can help him. I’ll get in contact with you after. I promise.”

“Y/n,” Mina began but you shook your head.

“No, Mina,” you snapped, “I said no. Get yourself and Takuya out of here. If one of us doesn’t…” your voice broke and you squeezed your eyes shut. Calm down. Breathe in, breathe out. “If one of us doesn’t make it out of here, we lose. I’m not losing anyone, not again. You guys are-you’re my family.”

“You shouldn’t be alone,” Mina insisted, “If any of Sugawara’s guys catch up to you, how the fuck are you going to defend both of you and get out of there at the same time?”

“I won’t be alone,” you said firmly, “I-”

“You don’t know if he’ll show up,” Takuya said quietly, “Bonten’s gonna need all hands on deck, they’re-”

“He’ll come,” you said firmly and Takuya quieted down immediately. “I know he will.”

He had to.

You shut your eyes again as Mina began to pull up to the building, letting out another shaky breath as you pressed your lips to the top of Ran’s head, “I’ve got you,” you whispered for the millionth time that night even though you knew he couldn’t hear you, “You’re gonna be okay.”

Pulling back, you tapped his cheeks several times, watching as his eyes fluttered open, dazed and confused, “Ran, you gotta work with me for the next few minutes, okay?”

He wasn’t registering what you were saying. You could see it from how his eyes didn’t acknowledge your words, from how his brows just barely furrowed. Your throat tightened, “Ran,” you repeated, “We gotta get inside, okay, we’re gonna stand you up.”

After a few moments, he nodded, and you let out a relieved exhale, shifting on the seat to help him to his feet, kicking open the back doors of the van, helping him down off the back as best as you could, grimacing when you steadied him as he swayed on his feet, gasping in pain. 

Takuya climbed over the console into the back of the van, crouching at the edge. He called your name and you turned back to look at him. Concern was etched on his face and guilt ate at you when you noticed the heavy bags beneath his eyes--realizing that he probably hasn’t slept in almost a week now.

“Be careful,” he murmured, “please.”

“I will,” you promised, “I’ll see you guys soon.”

Takuya let out a short breath as he nodded, shutting the van doors. You wrapped an arm around Ran’s waist, letting him lean his weight onto you as you helped him to the main entrance of the building. 

You winced as the rain beat against your skin, angled under the overhang, pricking your skin, “I’ve got you,” you repeated again, vision blurring with tears and because of the rain as Ran let out a low groan, nearly crumpling under the pain, “I’ve got you.”

“L/n-san! Where have you-oh god,” a familiar voice called. Mister Botan’s name was on the tip of your tongue, and it hurt having to bite it back. The new doorman’s face was ashen as he caught sight of Ran’s state. 

“Call up to Miss Yua and tell her we need her assistance,” you said sharply, grateful that your shakiness didn’t show in your tone. The doorman only stared at the two of you and anger hit you so hard and so suddenly that you couldn’t even control it, “Now!” you roared and that started him out of his shocked state as he nodded, bowing hastily.

“Of course, l/n-san, I’ll call up immediately.”

And your heart hurt, you barely were able to stop the sob that was rising to your lips as your mind drew you back to the first night you met them. Rushing ahead to the elevator as Ran carried Rindou, Ran’s aggression and defensiveness, everything had been simpler then, even if at the time it felt like the world was ending. 

“I’ve got you,” you told Ran again, and you weren’t sure if you were trying to reassure him or yourself as you pressed your face into the side of his shoulder as you waited for the elevator, “I’ve got you.”

The elevator dinged and you helped him in, pressing the button to the top floor, and it took all you had in you from losing control as Ran leaned onto you, face pressed against the top of your head, breath weak and unsteady, one arm draped around you. The arm you had around his waist tightened, and you grabbed his hand with the other, holding it in yours, trying to breathe in and out slowly to keep yourself calm.

“I’ve got you, I promise,” you said again, desperately trying to blink away the tears, “I promise.”

“I know,” his voice was hoarse, barely audible and this time you couldn’t hold back the sob and Ran’s hand tightened around yours, if only barely--just enough to show he was still with you. 

“I’m sorry,” the words spilled from your lips before you could stop them, “Ran, I’m so sorry.”

And you weren’t even sure what you were apologizing for at the moment--maybe everything, you realized dully. 

You swore it felt like eternity until the elevator binged again, signaling that you had reached the top floor--you were at the penthouse. You couldn’t tear your eyes from Ran’s lidded, barely conscious expression as you half-dragged him forward.

“Miss Yua!” you called, voice shrill and panicked, “Miss Yua!”

“Relax, child,” Miss Yua said sharply, her face was tight as her eyes landed on Ran, gaze worried, “Bring him to my office and then go get changed out of that mess. Understood?”

You opened your lips to protest--there was no way in hell you were leaving Ran’s side yet--but Miss Yua’s gaze narrowed and you swallowed thickly nodding as you helped Ran to the backroom. 

Miss Yua grabbed your arm, eyes softening, “He’ll be okay,” she said firmly, “I’ll make sure of it.”

---

Sixty-five. Eighty. Ninety-five. One fifteen. One thirty.

The speedometer kept ticking up. Rindou’s grip was tight on the handlebars of his bike as he tore down the empty streets of Tokyo. How he hadn’t gotten pulled over yet was a mystery that baffled him--or well, maybe it didn’t. He supposed the cops were too busy raiding all of Bonten’s warehouses to care for someone speeding down the streets.

One forty. One fifty-five. One seventy.

The rain started falling faster and Rindou knew he should slow down, that it was dangerous for him to keep up at this speed in this type of weather but instead, he leaned forward on the bike, speeding up. His breath was shaky and his arms were tense as he turned down another street, closer and closer to the building he had considered home for years, and as he drew closer, the anxiety he had felt upon receiving your message only amplified. 

“If it’s a fuckin’ trap, we’re not getting you outta there, you or your brother. We can’t spare the resources right now. Be fuckin’ smart, Rindou.”

His chest tightened, his lips pressed together tight as Sanzu’s words rang through his ears. And he knew that he was right--he was being dumb, rushing head first into what could be his death because of a shady message from you that he didn’t even know was legit or not. 

02:34 Penthouse. Ran. 

No explanation, no telling him if Ran was okay or not, no anything. Just those two words and when he had tried to respond, the message hadn’t gone through. That was all you had sent. 

Or, well, he assumed it was from you. 

It was from an unknown number that he assumed was you.

That he had no reason to think was you. 

He could be driving to his fucking death. It could so easily be a trap set up by their enemies--it was more likely a trap set up by their enemies than it was you fucking coming through for them. You had given them zero reason to believe in you, zero reason to trust you so then why the fuck was he-

He cut his own thoughts off, pushing away the doubt and steeling himself as the building of the penthouse came into sight, he slowed down the motorcycle, stopping at the front entrance hastily, not even bothering to turn off the motorcycle as he ripped off his helmet and sprinted inside of the building, hand curled around the grip of his gun, safety off, finger ready on the trigger.

He went right for the elevator, grateful that it didn’t take as long as it usually did to get to the bottom floor. He tossed Miss Sara a silent apology when he heard her call out after him in surprise, pressing the doors closed and the button for the top floor.

It was slow. Just as it always had been. And Rindou wanted to punch the fucking wall as doubt began to creep in again. Bonten was falling apart. All of their warehouses had been fucking searched and raided, their faces were all over the news. Sanzu and Kakucho were scrambling trying to protect what little resources they had left and Rindou was here, risking himself for something he had no reason to trust.

He let out a heavy breath, leaning forward as his eyes darted back up to where the floors were binging upward. His clothes were drenched, his hair wet and hanging in his face. His body burned with stress and nerves. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to push it away. 

What if it’s a trap?

His grip tightened around the gun, finger locked on the trigger. 

He knew the answer to that question. 

A sick feeling stirred in his stomach, his throat felt tight, his eyes felt wet.

Please don’t be a fucking trap. 

He readied the gun in front of him as the elevator doors slid open to an empty room. The lights were on and the television was running in the background on the news station. Rindou grimaced as Sanzu’s face flashed on the screen, as live footage from one of their warehouses played in the background. 

Fuck.

“Rin.”

Rindou’s gaze snapped to the side, eyes wild as he shifted on his feet, gun raised in the direction of where your voice had come from--at the entrance of the hall where your bedroom was located, and where theirs used to be. You didn’t flinch, even as his arms trembled and his finger twitched on the trigger.

A part of him told himself to pull it. Bile rose to his throat as soon as the thought crossed his mind.

“Where’s Ran?” he forced out, and he hated how his voice cracked, how he choked over his own words. He pointed the gun at you more insistently, “Where the fuck is he, y/n?” 

“Miss Yua is patching him up,” you said, and he hated how steady your voice was compared to his, even with a gun aimed at your head. “You know how she gets when we interrupt her, I-”

“I don’t care,” Rindou hissed, stepping closer, he pressed the barrel of the gun to your forehead. You didn’t flinch. Your eyes met his. “Turn the fuck around and bring me to him or I’ll blow your fuckin’ head off. For all I know this is a fuckin’ trap, just like the fuckin’ auction.”

“Rindou, look at me,” your voice was tight, “Does it look like I am dressed to fucking set you up for a trap right now?”

Rindou’s eyes dropped at your words, lips tightening when he realized you were dressed in a simple cotton tank-top and loose shorts. Pajamas, you would always wear something like that to sleep. And for a moment, just a moment, he could picture you standing in front of him as you argued for a horror movie over one of his ‘dumb action movies.’ Except instead of a gun pressed to your forehead, it was his hand as he forcibly shoved you back down onto the couch before you could change the channel. 

What the fuck was he doing?

He felt sick.

“Boy, put that gun down before I shove it up your ass,” a familiar, rough voice demanded and Rindou’s eyes widened, gaze flicking up to where Mister Ayato was standing at the other end of the hall, eyes cold, lips twisted down. 

Rindou’s hand dropped limp to his side. 

You turned your head to the side, “You shouldn’t be out of bed,” you told Mister Ayato, “You’re still ill. Go lay back down.”

Mister Ayato looked disgruntled, shooting a suspicious look between you and Rindou, and Rindou felt guilt eat at him as Mister Ayato’s eyes narrowed back in on the gun at his side. Rindou’s fingers were shaky as he holstered the gun back at his side, turning the safety back on. 

Satisfied, Mister Ayato turned back into his room, but not before tossing Rindou one last dark look. 

Your name left his lips, little more than a whisper, and he hated how weak he sounded.

“It’s okay,” you said, and he was grateful for the fact that he didn’t need to verbally apologize for you to understand what he was trying to say. “I get it.”

Rindou’s lips tightened and he looked away, “Is he okay?” he finally asked after a few moments. 

“Miss Yua said he would be fine,” you responded and Rindou’s tense shoulders slumped, relief hitting him like a truck because…

“She never says anything she doesn’t mean,” he murmured, and a soft, amused puff of air escaped your lips.

“No,” you agreed, “She doesn’t.”

There was another pause where neither of you spoke. Rindou grit his teeth as he braced himself to speak again, “I want to know the truth,” he said, and next to him, you tense. “The whole truth. From the beginning. You’re not fucking running away this time.”

You didn’t respond, Rindou looked back over at you, catching the way your lips were just barely wobbling, the sheen on your eyes. 

“Promise me,” he insisted. “I want you to-”

“I promise,” you said. Your voice cracked, and Rindou’s eyes darted down, noticing how your fingers were trembling like a leaf in the wind. He let out a long breath, anxiety pooling in his stomach as he wondered what could possibly have you this fucking spooked to tell them. Without thinking, he reached out, taking one of your hands into his, fingers curling around your shaky ones. You tensed for a moment and Rindou’s jaw clenched, waiting for you to pull away, but instead your grip on his hand tightened, and a warm feeling passed over him that he hadn’t felt in a long, long time. “I promise, can we just… I don’t want to say it twice, Rin.”

His eyes met yours again, a pleading expression on your face that he had never quite seen you wear before, and he relented, shutting his eyes briefly as he looked away. 

“Fine,” he said quietly. “We’ll wait for Ran.”

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BLINDED BY IGNORANCE

pairings — rindou haitani x fem!reader

genre — pining, secret crush, friends → enemies -> lovers, best friends, slow burn, eventual romance, coming of age, angst

warnings — sanzu is rindou’s best man (sorry ran), haitani rindou is so done, basically he cant control his mouth when hes mad, alcohol and drinking underage (rebellious teen things).

word count: 6.2k

notes — jealous rindou has been plaguing my mind for the last 2 weeks and i decided to finally get it out of my head. oh, and no explicit smut in this fic so minors can interact. look at me being generous and shit

“Ran.”

“What.”

“Since when does [Y/N] know Sanzu?” Ran looks up from his phone to see Rindou pointing inside a classroom. Inside that classroom, Sanzu Haruchiyo in the flesh was sitting next you, showing you some stupid shit on his phone and making you laugh.

Ran ultimately didn’t care, but Rindou was peeved. He ultimately has no reason to be angry, cause for what? You were allowed to have friends with other people. He doesn’t mind that. It’s who you’re making friends with. 

It was bad enough that Ran already befriended you after Rindou did, made him feel not so special anymore having to share every single one of his friends with his brother. Now Haruchiyo has joined the mix.

“Guess you’re all in the same class now.” Ran gave a nonchalant shrug before heading down the hallway to his own classroom. Rindou glared daggers into Sanzu’s back, as if trying to get his attention through mind-reading. Seems to have worked when Sanzu feels a looming dark aura behind him and whips his head to see the potential threat, only to find out that it’s just Rindou’s usual grumpy self.

“Are you going to enter the classroom or keep standing out there like a creep?” Sanzu cracks a smile as he watches Rindou roll his eyes before entering the classroom, tossing his bag off his back and dropping it on the table next to Sanzu’s.

Your table is at the end, by the window and he’s so tempted to take the seat behind you so that one, he can stare at you without being creepy and unnoticed, and two, he can’t spend the school year next to Sanzu.

Sanzu for starters, sleeps in class, snores even, he draws doodles in his book and disrupts the patience of students within a 10m radius of him by passing around his notebook to show off his horrible art skills. Oh and another thing, he rips paper so fucking loud. If he makes a mistake in his book, instead of crossing it out like a normal human being, he just rips the entire page.

He’s overall just a horrible and probably — no, most definitely the worst person to sit next to or even be stuck in the same class as for an entire year. Whilst Sanzu is distracted, leaning over other students desks to show them more shitty unfunny videos that always manage to make Sanzu tear up with laughter, Rindou taps your shoulder to get your attention, “Out of everyone in this school to befriend, you choose him?”

You laugh breathlessly. “Stop, he seems nice.”

“That’s only an illusion. The niceness will fade then you’re left with a troublesome, infuriating wackjob that doesn’t know personal space.” The two of you glance over at where Sanzu’s upper body is currently splayed across a random students desk as he shows a group of people videos on his phone. The poor student who’s desk Sanzu is occupying has a frown on his face as he can’t reach his bag to take his stuff out. 

“Wow, he really doesn’t know personal space,” you say amazed at how one person could manage to cause a traffic jam of students in a classroom. “He seems cool though, and he’s funny.”

Internally, Rindou starts to panic. You’ve only known Sanzu for like 10-15 minutes..? Yet you’ve already fallen for his charm. “That’s how it starts [Y/N],” Rindou takes this opportunity to touch your shoulder and leave it resting there. You don’t notice how badly Rindou has it for you, simple physical contact with you will have his inner body going haywire as if there’s a circuit malfunction where his brain should be.

It took Rindou approximately 3 months to realize he’s developing not so friendly feelings for you. The way he gets pissed off when your attention is on anybody that’s not him, the way he always has to look in your direction, the way you take up literally 90% of his mind. The other 10% goes to chicken strips, gum and limited edition simpson stickers. 

That’s actually similar to how the two of you met. It was raining one afternoon after school and you both entered the nearest store for shelter. The rain was heavy, like hailstone type heavy rain. The two of you made eye contact for a second, then eyes trailing down to the last umbrella left on the rack. 

It was like a race. You weren’t sure who moved first, but both of you instantly went and grabbed it. Rindou grabbed it first, but you weren’t about to leave this store without that umbrella. You snatched it off of him, but his grip was so strong that he tugged it and you almost went flying. 

“Give it.” You say and Rindou raises his brow, giving you a look like ?? 

“If you can’t see, I grabbed it first.” Rindou tugs again but this time you expected it, so you didn’t budge. “I need it more.”

You two hold a staring contest, each of you gripping each end of the umbrella. You give a deflated sigh, “I need that umbrella to pick up my little sister from daycare. She can’t get sick in this weather and we don’t have enough money for an Uber.”

The man behind the counter even puts his hand over his heart at your sob story. Rindou is either heartless cause he doesn’t give a shit, or he can tell you’re lying. “Look at your shoes,” he points to them, “they are at least 73,000¥.”

Your eyes shot open as you realized you were wearing the shoes your dad bought you for your 15th birthday. Yes— they were expensive. 

“I-, I stole these.” You're about to give another false sob story until he cuts you off. 

“Enough with the lies, I need this umbrella cause I just dyed my hair and I don’t want it to get rinsed.” Rindou points to the blue streaks in his hair and you eye him quizzically. “Out of every color in the world, you chose blue?”

Rindou scoffs, “blue is my favorite color, and what?”

“It looks fucking horrible that’s what.” You say annoyed and Rindou glares at you, about to think of a comeback until the guy behind the counter coughs. 

“Incase you both didn’t realize, the rain stopped.” 

The two of you both whip your head to the window, seeing the sidewalk still wet with previous rainfall, but the skies were gray but dry. Not a single drop of rain left. 

“Oh,” you both say, dropping the umbrella.

“I’m sorry about what I said about your hair, it looks nice the more I stare at it.” You say , suddenly feeling guilty for being rude to a random stranger over a goddamn umbrella.  

Rindou just eyes you as you quickly grab the first thing you see on the shelf, a pack of mint gum, “I’ll buy this for you, if you want.”

“Are you saying my breath stinks?” Rindou teases and you quickly shake your head, “No! I just grabbed the first thing I—,”

Rindou starts laughing as the look of panic invades your features. “I was just kidding.”

“You’re not funny,” the panic leaves your face, now filled with a glare/pout. 

“I’m Rindou by the way. Haitani.”

“That name sounds familiar, are you—,”

“Ran Haitani’s younger brother? Yeah that’s how everyone knows me.” Rindou is clearly irritated but you shook your head which genuinely made him confused. 

“I was going to say you are in my class. I would have recognised you if it wasn’t for the um,” you gesture to the blue streaks in his hair. Rindou looks up, a strand of blue in his peripheral vision. 

“Oh.” 

Silence fills the store. The store clerk scans the gum and hands it to you but you just pass it onto Rindou, since you did buy it for him. “Thanks by the way, you didn’t have to.”

You shushed him saying that you wanted to give him anything because you felt bad. The two of you walk outside the store together and head different ways after exchanging a small goodbye wave. 

The next morning, you see him in your class and send him another wave. Rindou just nods in your direction and goes back to talking to his friends. 

Later on during that lesson, the teacher tells the class to get into pairs to complete a worksheet. Since the printing paper in the school was getting a bit restricted, the amounts of paper/worksheets were limited. 

Rindou would’ve just partnered up with his friends that he made in that class, but his gaze landed on you, twirling your pen as you sat alone in the corner, visibly upset over something. 

Turns out Rindou isn’t as heartless as he thought because he excused himself from his friends and made his way over to you. “Here,” he pulled out the packet of gum you bought him yesterday and offered you some. 

You remembered the entire incident in the store and huffed out a breathy laugh. “Thought you would’ve gulped that down by now.” You say while making room on the seat next to you, removing your bag that was placed there so he can sit down. 

“You must really think my breath stinks don’t you.” Rindou says, faking offense and you laugh again, but a bit louder which catches him off guard cause it sounds nice. 

“I promise I don’t think your breath stinks, just that most people I know always finish an entire pack of gum in a day.”

Rindou hates gum cause he doesn’t understand the point. Toothpaste literally exists. If your breath stinks, just use fucking toothpaste. 

“I personally don’t even like gum, it’s like edible portable toothpaste.” Rindou complains, then wonders to himself why he didn’t just throw the gum packet away after you gave it to him. 

“I never thought of it that way.” You admit and send him a small smile before closing your mouth because the teacher was coming. 

The teacher passes by and hands you both a worksheet. You grab your pen and start copying the sentences into your notebook and then answering the questions. 

Rindou didn’t expect you and him to actually become friends. It’s weird because the two of you clicked pretty easily. From that day forth, Rindou progressively moved his seat from the corner he was normally at, over to your corner. 

The teacher was tired of telling him to go back to an arranged seating plan and eventually just moved him permanently to let him sit next to you. The only day of the week that Rindou looked forward to was Wednesday because you have double math together. 

Even though he wouldn’t pay attention at all, he just enjoyed your company because you made the lesson fun despite the subject being math. Two months into the friendship, he then realized he had feelings for you simply because you had befriended his motherfucking brother. 

He’d been jealous before in his life. When his mother showered Ran with more attention at home because he was the oldest, he got his first girlfriend at 13, he was taller and more popular in school than Rindou. 

But that sort of jealousy, didn’t compare to what he was seeing right in front of his eyes right now. You giggling stupidly at the words coming out of his brothers mouth. He knows for a fact Ran isn’t that funny and he’d only made you laugh because it was at Rindou's expense. 

When you saw the familiar blue strands of hair from the corner of your eye, you turned to call Rindou over to sit, patting on the chair next to you. Rindou sent Ran a territorial glare as he made his way on over. 

Ran knew almost instantly about Rindou's secret crush. Rindou honestly sucks at hiding his emotions, he’s the more childish one out of the two. Ran hid his emotions well behind a self satisfied smile that almost never leaves his face. Rindou on the other end, when he gets angry, it shows. When he gets sad, it shows. He can’t put a mask on to save his life, so when he’s trying to convince someone that he’s not lying (when he actually is) they catch onto him instantly.

Sort of like Ran did, the moment he asked Rindou if he had a crush on you the second you left the table. “Wh-what? No.” Rindou stammers over his words so easily that it makes Ran facepalm himself.

“You’re fucking ridiculous.” Ran hid his words behind a laugh hidden by his palm, “Stop glaring at me as if I just stole your wife. I know when a girl is off limits.” 

“I don’t like her!” Rindou repeats to try and convince he’s telling the truth (he’s not) but Ran just stands up and leaves Rindou there second guessing his own feelings. That night, he did admit to himself, (not Ran though, he can go screw himself) that he might have caught small feelings for you.

Rindou found himself in a predicament for the next week. He even was searching up ‘How to know if you have a crush’ on google, clicking on the first list and analyzing each bullet point to see if it’s relatable.

5 Signs You Have A Crush, Because The Butterflies Are Real

You Get Excited Just Thinking About Them. ✔️

Rindou literally has an alarm set to wake up on time on Wednesdays, just so he doesn’t miss double math with you. The rest of the days, he wakes up whatever time his body chooses to, then makes his way to school 1 or maybe 3 hours late. Who cares, just that he refuses to miss Wednesday.

You Do Things To Get Their Attention. ✔️

Rindou recalls the time that he was in the middle of telling you something, when one of your friends from your other lessons, enters the class mid lesson. The girl muttered an apology to the class for disrupting the lesson, when in actuality, she should be apologizing to Rindou for ruining his double math lesson with you. The girl asked to speak to you outside so you quickly stood up and shut the door behind you. Rindou watched your silhouette from outside the door as you spoke to the girl using those cute gestures you always use when you talk. You’re so animated and lively, it makes his heart melt. You were out there for at least 5 minutes and he was getting irritated, so he literally excused himself to go to the bathrooms just so he could walk past you and remind you with his presence to go back to class. 

It worked lol.

You Notice Little Details About Them. ✔️

Rindou embarrassed himself one time during lunch and he still beats himself up about it in private. Rindou was sitting way too close to you and accidentally (definitely not on purpose) sniffed your school blazer. “Are you wearing perfume?” He asks, grabbing your blazer with confidence and smelling it more. You laugh and shake your head but continue letting him smell your blazer because you find the whole ordeal comical, “Why do you ask?” Rindou continues smelling your blazer, “i don’t know, it just smells so—” Rindou has to cut his words short to find a more PG word to use other than sexy. “Nice. It smells nice.”  “I didn’t wear any perfume today, but thanks for saying I smell good.” You wink at him and he looks away to hide the embarrassment creeping up his neck. He hears your laughter, one that he normally used to adore hearing, now wishing it would end. Rindou suddenly hears shifting, then your body is close to his, face is his neck as you smell him, “You smell good too.”

He also notices that when you’re nervous, you fidget a lot. Bouncing your leg anxiously, scratching your arm, biting your bottom lip and dig the tips of your fingernails into your palm. When you’re frustrated, your eyebrows crease up and you bite the skin on the inside of your lip.

You Can Imagine Yourself Getting Intimate With Them. ✔️

This is probably one of the things he’s the most ashamed about. It all started in double math when your teacher didn’t show up because she was on a school trip with the third years for the entire day. One of your friends came inside the classroom because their teacher was also away. Basically the class was just filled with students from other classrooms, taking advantage of the lack of teachers. The supply teacher decided that the class was way too noisy and put on a movie for everybody. One of your friends had to stand up on the wall because there was no more seating space, so one of your friends made a suggestive joke asking you to sit on Rindou’s lap to make some room. It was a joke obviously, even Rindou saw it as one, that was until you hopped on his lap anyways to allow your friend to sit down on your seat. The entire movie, you were fidgeting around (one of your nervous habits) and must’ve forgot you were on his lap because you kept on shifting around. It was hell for Rindou. Like ultimate torture. 

That same night was when the wet dreams started. It started off with the two of you just watching a movie inside your room. Pretty average for a dream right? Then you start leaning closer, brushing the strands of hair from his face. Your lips touch his, grabbing his shirt to pull him closer. It’s just a dream, Rindou. You push him flat on the bed, completely forgetting about the movie as you straddle him. Just as you’re about to remove your shirt, he gets jolted awake by Sanzu who elbows him in the face as he turns in his sleep.

You Try To Avoid Them. ✔️

Normally, he would never avoid you. But after the wet dreams started getting more frequent, he became guilty. Having to look at your innocent face as you smile and speak to him and he has to act like he didn’t just jerk off to the thought of you on top of him. 

So maybe he has a slight crush on you. 

But your friendship started to shift on Rindou’s 17th birthday. 

“Hey Rin,” you tap his shoulder to get his attention. Rindou hums, eyes focused on the TV screen as he watches the movie you put on. “Does Ran have any alcohol?”

“Probably, downstairs. Why?”

“Want to get drunk?” You suggest and he turns to look behind his shoulder, eyeing you quizzically, “You serious?”

“I mean, I never got drunk before… and I thought my first time would be with you.” You shift closer towards the end of the bed, “Now are you joining me, or am I going to have to get wasted by myself?”

Rindou takes a moment to think before sliding off the bed, motioning for you to shush as he heads down the stairs, to the kitchen. You stand by the staircase, on lookout for Ran who is sleeping on the couch, cause if he finds out you’re stealing his alcohol, he’s gonna be pretty pissed. 

Once Rindou grabs a bottle, he’s about to head back upstairs but you gesture him to grab another one. Rindou rolls his eyes, grabbing another bottle and you take a bottle from him and head up the stairs back to Rindou’s room.

“If Ran finds out I stole this, he’s gonna murder me.” Rindou admits but you shush him and start trying to crack the bottle open. “We should’ve bought an opener. This is so hard.” Your voice is strained as you put the bottle in your mouth and try to bite the lid off.

“Give it to me, this is sad to watch.” Rindou sighs, sitting down on the floor next to you as you hand him the bottle. “I saw Ran do this with his keys once,” he reaches inside his pocket, grabbing his keys out and twisting it around until it pops open. Your face brightens, excited that he opened the bottle and you kiss his cheek before grabbing the bottle and taking a deep breath before taking a sip.

“This is…. so bitter, bleh.” You smack your lips together, trying to taste it better. 

“Let me try it.” You hand over the bottle and he downs it. “Not that bad to be honest.”

“Open up that one,” you gesture to the other bottle Rindou brought upstairs, “I wanna try this one, maybe it’ll taste better.” Rindou nods and starts to screw open the new bottle lid with his keys. Once he pops it open, he hands it to you and start drinking it. “Oh shit, I prefer this one.”

“Let me try it.” Rindou leans over to grab the bottle from you but you pull back, gatekeeping the bottle. “No, it’s mine.”

“Stop being selfish, let me try some.”

“No, you have that one.” You shift backwards, back hitting the bed as you drink some more. Some spill down your chin and the second you look down to see it dripping down your shirt, Rindou grabs the bottle from your hand.

“HEY!” You yell a bit too loudly, unaware of how loud your voice is, you assume you’re already getting tipsy. You push Rindou down to the ground, and climb over him but he places the bottle over his head. “Let me try some.” Rindou complains when you tackle him to try and grab the bottle back.

“Okay, fine.” You pull back and watch him take a sip out of the bottle. Your eyes are trained on his lips as you stare intensely, the way his lips wrap around the bottle. When he pulls back, his tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip. You start to get restless, thoughts are racing wild. You barely even drank yet you feel like your brain isn’t you, cause sober you wouldn’t even think about doing what you’re about to do.

Rindou is just about to hand the bottle back to you, when you take a hold of his face, and lean down, pressing your lips together. Rindou drops the bottle, letting it spill over the wooden floor when he brings his hands to cup your face as he deepens the kiss. Tongue swiping on your bottom lip, you part your lips open to let him inside. 

Rindou groans when you start to grind down on his lap. The kiss quickly gets heated, both of you not in the right state of mind as you start to unbutton his shirt, moaning into his mouth when he grabs your hips and starts to rake his fingers along the flesh of your waist, squeezing the skin. 

You pull away briefly just to remove your shirt and toss it somewhere across the room. Rindou takes this moment to rake his eyes down your body, “[Y/N],” he says out of breath.

“Yeah.”

“You’re so hot,” he presses his lips to your neck, sucking red marks onto your flesh. “Keep going,” you moan, massaging your fingers in his scalp. Rindou pulls his face out of your neck and makes eye contact with you. You look down and start to roll your hips on his erection.

“Fuck, keep doing that.” Rindou groans as you giggle, repeating your movements. Rindou reaches behind you and undoes your bra, watching the piece of fabric fall to the ground, revealing your tits.

“Can’t believe you’ve been hiding these from me,” Rindou says, pressing his lips to your nipple. A whine pulls from your lips when you feel his hot wet tongue flick your bud. “It’s called wearing clothes Rin— ah fuck—” 

“Get on the bed.” Rindou says, pulling away and adjusts his clothing. You do as he says, and slide on the bed, watching him as he kicks off his sweats and climbs on top of you. You smile, taking his bottom lip and sucking on the flesh before sticking your tongue inside his mouth. 

Your hands cradle his face as you both make out passionately. Lips moving against each others as if you’re starved for attention. A knock on the door breaks both of you away from each other, seeing Ran look at the two of you all content. 

You quickly wrap the sheets around your bare chest and Rindou stands up and heads towards the door. “It’s not what it looks like—”

Ran rolls his eyes and reaches inside his pocket, handing a condom packet before patting his shoulder, “Next time, don’t be so noisy when your big brother is in the house alright?”

Rindou’s face flushes and he shuts the door before his brother could see the redness on his face. That night, the two of you put the alcohol back in the kitchen, and made sure that you never spoke about that heated session ever again, even though it was always lingering in the back of both of your minds.

***

“Bro, did you know [Y/N] has a boyfriend now?” Sanzu blurts out one day. Rindou has no clue if he was directly talking to Rindou or the group as a whole, but by the way Sanzu was staring directly into Rindou’s soul as he spoke, Rindou had a feeling that Sanzu knew about his crush on you.

“Who cares,” Rindou tries to act nonchalant as he continues to scroll through his phone, trying to act like his heart didn’t just shatter into pieces the moment the words left Sanzu’s lips.

“Just saying, I thought you might’ve been more upset about it.” 

What is this idiot thinking? Why is he outing Rindou’s crush to the entire group? Rindou sent him a death stare to shut the fuck up before his friends started to catch on to what Sanzu was implying.

“Why would Rindou be upset about that?” Koko asks, until a moment of realization hits him like a truck. “Oh fuck.”

“Fuck what?” Rindou says first, “nothing is going on.”

“I already knew,” Ran makes everything worse by opening his mouth. Rindou wanted to sink into the ground and just die. This was so embarrassing.

“How do you know she has a boyfriend though?” Ran asks, staring at Rindou who tries his best to act like he doesn’t care about this, when deep down, Ran knows he’s itching to punch something, or a certain boyfriend of yours.

“Just before class this morning, he handed her a container with some cookies. At first, I just thought he was being nice, till he kissed  her on the cheek and left the classroom. I put two and two together and  boom.” 

“Yikes, he can cook too.” Koko fights back a laugh as he stares at Rindou whose fingers are shaking out of pure anger as he types on his phone. 

“Ok who cares? They’re probably stale as fuck,” Rindou bites, fidgeting restlessly in his seat. Sanzu shakes his head, “they taste like heaven.”

“You ate some?!” Rindou raises his voice a little bit, startling Sanzu. “Yeah? They looked good bro.”

“Whatever.” Rindou stands up, leaving his bag there as he puts his phone in his pocket and walks off. They all call out to him as he walks down the hallway but he ignores them all. “He’s fucking pissed,” Ran says, sighing knowing that he’s gonna have to be the one to clean up the mess.

Rindou honestly should have stayed put with his friends because he ended up seeing something he was actively trying to avoid the moment Sanzu opened his mouth. You and your boyfriend, making out by the lockers. Rindou can’t remember much from his 17th birthday, since he was under the influence of alcohol, but he can still sometimes feel your lips on his. Now he’s seeing your lips against your bfs as you’re pressed against the lockers. His hands roaming all over your body as you smile against his lips—

Fuck everything. 

You getting a boyfriend is probably the worst thing to ever happen to Rindou. You brought him everywhere. Rindou tried to get your attention away from your boyfriend and invited you to the park but you weren’t responding to his texts. It’s like you were actively avoiding him and it was killing him inside.

The only times you would speak to Rindou, would be when you were all hanging out as a group. Sanzu + Rindou + You and your irritating boyfriend. He managed to creep his way into the friendship group and be involved in everything. 

“Sanzu, have you figured out what you’re going to study in college?” You ask as you shift your weight on your boyfriend's lap. Sanzu shakes his head, “might have to drop out of school. I don’t know what I want to study.”

“Take your time man,” the boyfriend that shall not be named opens his mouth and Rindou rolls his eyes. “My father didn’t know what he wanted to do till pretty recently. You have all the time in the world so don’t rush it.”

Sanzu has a heartfelt expression on his face as he starts ranting about how good your boyfriend is with words and blah blah. Well that’s what it sounded like to Rindou. Anything that comes out of your boyfriend's mouth is bullshit to Rindou. 

“Isn’t he amazing?” You gloat and turn on his lap to plant a kiss on his forehead. 

“Seen better, but whatever.” Rindou mumbles under his breath. You hear him loud and clear but decide not to say anything so that your boyfriend wouldn’t get upset. You look at your boyfriend but he still has a smile on his face so you took a deep breath and changed the topic, but sending Rindou a death stare nonetheless.

“Rindou, can we talk?” You stand before Rindou and scratch your arm waiting for his response. Rindou notices and recognizes it as one of your nervous habits. You’re nervous to talk to him? 

“Um, sure.” You sit down on the couch next to him, and turn to face him. “Why are you so rude lately? It’s like you’re always moody and I don’t like it.”

“I’m not rude.” Rindou looks away as he speaks. “I just–,” should he say it? Fuck it. “I just don’t like him and I think you can do better.”

You weren’t expecting that. “Oh…. well I love him, so.”

Love? 

“You love him? You barely even fucking know him. It’s been like 2 months!” 

“Actually, 3 months. Who are you to tell me my feelings?” Rindou knows you’re getting frustrated and irritated so he decides to drop it. 

The arguments get more and more frequent, but the worst one yet was when you give everybody a box of cookies that your boyfriend made and hand them out to everybody to try. Rindou takes a single bite and looks around to see everybody's reaction. Either they were overexaggerating, or Rindou has 0 tastebuds because he thought it tastes like fucking ass but the look on everyones face spoke otherwise.

“This is so good!” Sanzu says, already digging through the box for another cookie. Ran nods and says it’s good and you anxiously wait for Rindou’s response. He just stares at you before looking away, putting the unfinished cookie on the table. “Tastes like shit.”

“Okay, what is your problem?” You get defensive, “Why do you always have something negative to say about him? He’s trying so hard to get on your good side, he even made these for you, yet you’re acting like a goddamn child.”

“Cause it tastes bad. Happy now? You expect me to lie and act like it tastes good?” Sanzu puts the cookie down and chews quietly as he watches the argument unfold. “It tastes like straight up flour, now you two idiots hype it up like he used an ingredient from the krabby patty secret formula.”

“Oh, so you’re a professional baker now? Go on then, show me some fucking tasty treats.”

“You know what, forget it. Just drop it.” Rindou’s back to his sulky mood but you’re not having it this time. “Why are you so infuriating? You were fine 5 months ago, now I get a boyfriend and you—” you pause as if the realization finally hits you. “Oh, I get it now.”

“You don’t get anything.”

“No, I understand. You’re fucking jealous that Im dating someone and you’re not.”

What? 

“Huh? I couldn’t care less about dating anybody. I’d rather date my own left toe than date someone who— you know what, let me shut up.” 

“Go eat shit Rindou.” You have no clue what he was gonna say, but you know that if it was enough to make him shut his mouth, then it wasn’t going to be pleasant. 

“No need, I already ate your boyfriend's cookies.” Rindou sends you a fake smile, and walks out of the room. You flop back on your chair, groaning out of pure frustration because another conversation led to another heated argument. But this time, you didn’t think you both would be able to bounce back from this. 

The two of you spent months actively avoiding each other. The last text messages sent were months ago and at night you stare at your phone, just hoping Rindou would come online and text you ‘hey’.

“Have you heard from [Y/N] Ran?” Sanzu asks one day and Ran shakes his head. “Nope, it’s been weeks.”

Rindou’s ears perked up at this. He was actively avoiding you and vice versa, but now you’re avoiding the others? “It’s probably cause of that fucking boyfriend.” Rindou mumbles and for once, Ran and Sanzu agree with him.

“I passed her, in the hallway once and she looked like she was going to speak to me, but her boyfriend showed up behind her and her attention went elsewhere.” Sanzu admits, frowning slightly at the memory, “I hate that dude.”

“Finally, you’re all admitting hes fucking trash and probably pisses inside those cookies.” Rindou grumbles and Sanzu laughs, “No but, you have gotta admit his cookies are good.”

“I’d rather die than ever admit that.” 

***

The following week, Ran knocks on Rindou’s door and says there’s someone here to see you. Rindou assumes it's Sanzu or Koko so he lets them in, only to look up and see you standing right infront of his bed.

“Can we talk?” 

Rindou’s brain stops working for a moment and it’s not until you sit on his bed, the weight bringing him back to reality. “Uh, yeah.” Rindou makes extra room for you to sit down and you take a deep breath and turn to face him.

“I’m sorry….. for arguing with you, um a few months ago. I didn’t want to end our friendship like that, so I, um, needed to apologize in person.” You bite your lip as you finish, staring into Rindou’s eyes. Rindou notices a tear threatening to fall from your face and quickly wipes it before it can. 

“You don’t need to apologize. I should be the one apologizing for saying all those rude things about him. Even though I still dislike his guts, I’ll tolerate him for you.” Rindou’s words made more tears fall from your face. “There’s no need. We broke up yesterday.”

Rindou’s eyes are blown wide as he hears your words. A smile threatening to leave his lips but holds back. Now isn’t the time for celebration. You need comfort right now.

“I’m so sorry to hear that,” He pulls you in for a hug, your scent invading his nose and he dips his head in your hair and kisses the top of your head. You instantly pull away from his hug and look into his eyes. It had been so long since you saw his face, it almost makes more tears fall.

Before you know it, you’re leaning towards him, pressing your lips together. Rindou’s hand caresses your cheek as he feels your lips tremble against his own. “You’re nervous aren’t you?” Rindou mumbles against your lips and you pull back with a shaky breath. “I missed you.”

Rindou is about to lean back in for another kiss but you pull back. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t do this.” Your words cut deeper than the wind. 

“Do what?” Rindou pulls back to read your facial expression. “I can’t,” you whisper and finally make eye contact with him, tears brimming in your eyes. “I’m such an awful person Rin, I…” your voice is shaky and Rindou can see your leg bouncing as you try and finish your sentences. “I used my boyfriend, well ex now, to try and get over my feelings for you. The idea of us being friends forever hurts. I can’t do that and I can’t sit here and just act like everything is oka—,”

“I love you.” Rindou blurts out and you almost choke on your words. 

“Huh?”

“I said, '' I love you. I’ve always loved you. Since we were like 16. Seeing you with that asshole boyfriend just made me angry, and frustrated cause that wasn’t me next to you.”

“Can I kiss you? Properly this time.” Rindou nods and you smile as you lean in, pulling him towards you. “Missed you s’much.” Rindou’s voice is muffled against your lips.

“Missed you more.”

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Oneshot - Yandere Love Spell Au

❦You cast a love spell on your boss and fellow executives❦

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Not fully proofread

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Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Spiked with Love

You frown as you sit in the vip section of the strip club, women all over four of the men you fancy. Of course, you know you have no right to be angry over the display towards either party. You just couldn’t help the drop of your stomach as you eye the woman sitting on Ran’s lap as he places the cigar between her lips, nor Rin pouring the bottle of alcohol into the woman's mouth, eyeing the way her tongue sticks out with lust. You also didn’t appreciate the display of Kazutora moving his lips against the stripper’s mouth with his fingers against her chin, nor the woman who’s allowing Sanzu to sniff cocaine off of her bare breasts. Fortunately, your boss never attends these kind of ordeals unless it’s for business so he treats everyone the same. You sat with your legs and arms crossed, pulling out your phone as you sigh, joint in one hand.

It’s a shame really, to be the only woman amongst many men and not one of them give you a second look. Nobody pays attention to you, nobody sees you in the way you want, nor even in an intimate way with no strings attached. No one has even flirted with you in a teasing manner as they do with other women. It was a good thing considering your position. It wouldn’t be smart to date such dangerous men who you could barely trust in the first place, but it’s not like you could help your feelings. You’ve always been into the not so ideal male. So as you sit, you scroll through the app, coming across a video that catches your eye. You get up from your spot and walk to the bathroom.

You watch the video after pressing play, eyeing the screen as it displayed a modern witch giving directions on how to complete a love ritual. Saving the video, you decide to make your way out of the club and have the driver take you to your own penthouse, guessing the men will be at the strip club for a while. When you make it home, you immediately make your way to your old altar that you hadn’t touched in years. Residue spices and herbs sat as well as the mini cauldron and old candle sticks. You set everything up the way she directed, making sure everything was set before lighting the candle. You closed your eyes, getting in the zone before repeating what was chanted. Once you finish, you place the written out names under your pillow and fall asleep.

The morning came and you hopped out of bed, showering and dressing in your usual Bonten attire. Once you walk out of the penthouse, you hop into the car, the driver taking you to Bonten’s headquarters. When you arrive, you walk through the doors and head straight to your boss’s office. When you walk in, you sit in your usual seat. Your boss gives the orders for the day, the meeting lasting about thirty minutes before he dismisses everyone.

“Y/n. You stay behind.”

You nod, though feeling confused as to what he needs you to stay after for. Once the room was empty besides you and Mikey, he eyed you for a while, seeming to study you. You shift in discomfort, not used to a gaze this long from him.

“You will work under Koko in his office. You are no longer needed for missions.” Your eyes widen.

“W-wait, Boss! Did I do something wrong?” You were completely distraught. Why is your position being lowered to a secretary?

“No.” Your eyebrow raises though you try to maintain a straight face.

“O-okay, Boss.” You didn’t want to trigger him by asking any questions considering he hates to be questioned.

He nods, dismissing you. You missed his gaze as you walked out of the room, confused and a little distraught.

Getting through the day as Kokonoi’s assistant, you huffed once you made it home in disappointment. Not only did you not see any changes with the men's behavior, you even got demoted.

Irritated and troubled, you pull up the dating app you downloaded for moments like these. A hookup will do you some good, allowing yourself to distract from everyday life. Once you found a guy to temporarily satiate your needs, you messaged him a straightforward offer. He complied and claimed to be on the way. As you changed out of your work clothes to something more casual, you heard a knock at your door.

With furrowed brows you opened it, raising them in surprise at the tiger tattooed man that showed up unannounced.

“Hey, Y/n.” He greets as he pushes past you, walking in. Your eyes widened, running in front of him and holding your hands up.

“Kazutora, what are you doing here?”

“Bored. Came to hang out.” He shrugged before plopping on your couch.

“Unannounced?” He smirked at you while propping his shoes on your coffee table, crossing his leg over.

“You know you like my company.” He chuckled, causing your face to warm up.

“It’s just not a good time, right now.” You said, scratching the back of your head as you anxiously eye the door, nervous of the embarrassment that will come if he figures out your plan for the night.

A knock interrupted your thoughts. You walk to the door, opening it and greeting the stranger before inviting him in. The tension in the air seemed to thicken not by your anxiety but by the aura seeming to emit from the energy of the room.

“Uh, yeah. This is…?” You eye the newcomer for his name.

“Sato Riku.” You nod with a sheepish smile.

You have no clue why you’re introducing him considering you have no reason to, but the way Kazutora is quiet with a stoic expression is making you feel awkward. Your eyes widened when he leaned forward and grabbed the remote. He turned the television on, scrolling through as if nothing had been said.

“Oh yeah, did that treatment for chlamydia work?” You gasped. Your ‘date’ looked at you in surprise. You’ve never been treated for chlamydia so you don’t know why he just said that.

“I’ve never…”

“You don’t have to tell me right now, you can just tell me later.” Kazutora shrugged. Sato eyed both of you before walking to the door.

“W-wait!” Before you could continue, he had already walked out of the door.

“What the fuck, Kazutora?” You exclaim angrily.

“Hey, I just saved you from putting a shrimp in your mouth. You should be thanking me.” He says before hopping up, smirking at you.

You couldn’t respond as he walked out of the front door. Sighing, you decide to change and go out for the night since your plan had been ruined. You refreshed your makeup and added a little bit of color to your eyeshadow. Once you were done, you left the penthouse. The driver takes you to a club not owned by the Haitani brothers since you wanted a different scene.

Red and purple lights flash as the sound of music causes the building to vibrate, the crowd buzzing with chatter and laughter as different people enjoy their time. You immediately head to the bar, ordering multiple shots and swallowing them down before walking to the dance floor. While you danced the night away a random male pulled you closer as he danced against you, hands on your hips behind you as his body pressed against yours. You turn your head slightly to see the man’s appearance.

Found my replacement for the night.

You turn your head back to the front as you grind your body back against the stranger, your arms raising as you close your eyes and sway your hips to the music. For a second you felt emptiness behind you causing you to turn around only for hands to replace themselves back on your hips. You internally shrug and continue to move your body against the man. A presence looms over you as you look up in surprise.

“Rin?” You eye the Haitani in front of you as you halt your movements.

“Having fun grinding on my brother?” Your eyes widen when you swiftly turn behind you, hands disappearing from your hips as you push him back with one hand.

“R-Ran?” You exclaim. He looks down at you with a smirk.

“Who knew you could move like that?” You feel warmth on your face as you look between the brothers.

“Where did that guy go?”

“What guy?” Ran questions while tilting his head. Your eyebrows furrow.

Am I imagining things? I literally looked at the guy behind me earlier, right? Have I been dancing on Ran the whole time?

Your eyes widen.

Holy shit! I’ve been dancing on Ran the whole time!

“U-uh, I…” You stammer over your words as realization hits that you’ve been grinding on one of the men you fancy, though it’s not necessarily a bad thing, it’s still nerve wracking. Especially when he’s your coworker.

“No need to feel embarrassed, Y/n” Ran’s fingers connect to your chin before gently lifting your face. His heavy lidded orbs meet your gaze, a look you’ve never had the pleasure of experiencing before except from the sidelines.

I…Is he coming onto me?

“I need to go!” You say before you push past him and rush out of the building, shoving through the crowd before you make your abrupt exit.

What the hell? Am I overthinking or did that just happen? Did he just flirt with me? And he let me dance on him!

It took you a moment to hit the realization that this change of behavior has to be from that spell you casted. You shook your head as you hopped into the seat, your driver leading you home.

There’s no way. There’s no freaking way that worked!

You know that spells can work but you didn’t think it would work for you. It just couldn’t.

When you reached your home you rushed inside, zoned out in thought the entire time you changed and wiped your makeup off. When you got in bed, you binged different videos about love spells and how to know if they worked. It’s obvious really but you just couldn’t accept how easy it was.

Morning rises and with only two hours of sleep you sluggishly dressed yourself as well as completed your morning routine. Walking out of the lobby you yawned as you entered the back seat. When you arrived at Bonten’s headquarters you immediately met with Kokonoi to receive your assignment for the shift, not required to attend the meetings now that you are no longer an executive. The thought still disappoints you.

Sitting at a desk, after you get done organizing some paperwork, you feel as though you’re being watched. Your body tenses as you look over your shoulder. You release a sigh when you see that Sanzu is sitting on the couch behind you.

“When did you get in here?” You mask your nervousness as you shift your attention away from the crazed beauty.

Sanzu’s presence always made you nervous. Honestly all of them do but he tops the rest considering he was the first one out of the executives to catch your eye. Clearly your type is pretty and toxic. Yes, you have terrible taste in men. You’ve accepted that fact. What you found particularly interesting about Sanzu is that he had two different versions of himself. One is quiet, sneaky, and reserved while the other is crazy, extroverted, and wild. The second one is usually when he’s on drugs. If the love spell were to work, you’re definitely curious on how it would show up from him.

You took the last sip of your coffee before clearing your thoughts to focus on your screen. You begin to feel drowsy before you break out in cold sweat. You breathe heavily as your eyebrows furrow while you try to gain control of your weakened limbs. Before the upper half of your body can completely fall on the keyboard, you're pulled out of your seat and placed on the couch.

Blue orbs and pink hair fill your blurry vision as you look at the culprit above you who uses his hand to palm your face, thumb connecting to your chin as he pulls your head to the side. He analyzes your face as well as shifting his gaze down your body. The only thing you could hear is your breathing as he traced along your collarbone with his other hand, thumb caressing your chin before moving to your forehead. It’s as if he's studying an experiment.

“S-Sanzu?” You whisper.

What the hell is going on with him? What’s going on with my body? Why can’t I move on my own? Did he drug me?

“Shh.” He places a finger over his mouth before he leans over, the hand on your face moving your head to the side as his fingers trace down your neck. If your body wasn’t drugged you would’ve jumped at the hot breath against your neck. You would’ve tensed at the lips connecting to your skin so gently that it almost felt unreal. All of a sudden a gun is pulled out as Sanzu faces the door behind him, aiming it at the newcomer.

“Oh don’t mind me.” Kazutora says with a grin while his hands rise in surrender. He walked closer until he stood above you right next to the couch.

“Get out.” Sanzu growls before placing the gun back in his holster. The tiger tattooed man leans over to observe your state. He releases a chuckle before straightening his back.

“Wow, what did you give her?”

“None of your business.” He says with his voice low before returning his gaze back to you, tracing your skin once more without a care for the third party who intruded.

“Boss needs us for a mission.” He states in response before placing his hand on your forehead, thumb caressing the skin.

If you weren’t so out of it you’d be giddy with joy that they’re finally paying attention to you. Unfortunately, you can barely feel your own body let alone anything more than that. You also wonder what drug is exactly in your system. Sanzu stands from the couch and walks out of the room, Kazutora following behind as he gives you one last look before shutting the door.

Assholes. I need to get up before I get in trouble for lazing around.

You ended up falling into a deep sleep. Only to wake up to dark eyes staring down at you. You gasp before swiftly sitting up, eyeing your boss in fear.

“S-sorry about this, Boss! I’ll get back to work right now!” You exclaim. Before you can hop off of the couch, Mikey places a hand on your shoulder.

“Come with me.”

He walks away before you can respond. You had no choice but to follow behind, nervous of what punishment you would receive from slacking. You follow him outside as you both step into the ride, the driver taking you both to Mikey’s estate. When you walk into the lobby, you head up the elevator and reach a spacious living space.

Is this Mikey’s home? Why are we here? Well, why did he bring me here?

He disappears for a little while before returning with a spare pair of clothes, you eyeing his own change of outfit.

“Change and come to my bedroom.” Your eyes widen at his bold statement. He walks away as you are frozen in your spot.

It feels like one of your fantasies has come true though you don’t know how to act. You change your clothes and lie your own outfit folded on the couch. You walk to the hall and search for his bedroom. When you reached the room, you paused while eyeing him and turned the other way on his bed.

Does he want me to hop in? I don’t want to if he doesn’t want that. Oh come on, Y/n stop playing stupid why else would he ask you to come in here? To be fair he’s never requested something like this so I don’t know what he wants.

He turns to face you and pulls the comforter up as if inviting you into that spot. You tense once more before you comply with your Boss’s demands. You slowly climb into the bed as if to give him time to correct you. Once you get comfortable, you lie on your back and stare at the ceiling, ignoring the burning gaze from beside you.

You turn in the opposite direction, facing the door and lying in the fetal position as you try to calm your pounding heart. You hold back a gasp as you feel an arm slither around your waist. His warm body closes in behind you as you're pulled back against his chest.

Is… Is Mikey spooning me right now?

“Y/n.” He whispers. “Look at me.” You bite your lip before slowly turning on your back, Mikey keeping his hold on you as you keep your gaze on the ceiling.

A hand places itself on your chin before turning your attention to him. You gaze at the red hue covering his face as his orbs bore into yours. You watch as his eyes shift to your lips before he leans in. You stay frozen in your spot while his lips meet yours.

Fuck it.

You lean into the kiss, moving your lips against his as your eyelids flutter shut. The grip on your face tightens before he slowly climbs on top of you, resting his body in between your legs as your fingers massage his head, slightly pulling him closer as he props your legs up to crouch above you in missionary position.

He disconnects your lips before nuzzling his face between your shoulder, lips lapping onto your neck before giving the skin a long lick. He closes his mouth around the dermis and sucks a bruise onto the surface. You breathe heavily as his hands move down to your covered breasts, groping the mounds as he rutts himself against you. The bulge makes contact with your vulva through the fabric. He quietly moans as you grind against him eagerly, heat rising as all the sensations sensitize you to every contact your skin makes. Suddenly he pulls back and stares down at you while breathing heavily. You gaze at him while catching your breath.

“Get out.” He says before hopping off of you.

Your eyebrows furrow in concern and confusion.

Did I do something wrong? Did I make him uncomfortable?

You don’t hesitate to jump out of the bed and rush out of the room, tears forming from embarrassment and rejection.

Shit.

You quickly change back into your suit and head out of the building. Unfortunately, your driver is off duty so you grab the nearest taxi that’s out late at night. You ride home quietly, sulking in the backseat as you reach your penthouse. When you get inside you undress, hopping into the shower to scrub yourself harshly.

Why did he switch up like that? I hope I didn’t do anything wrong. This is so fucking humiliating.

You determined that even though the love spell worked, because they didn’t even have feelings for you in the first place, it’s all fake. None of it is real. None of the attention or affection are real. When you finished with your shower you got into bed and covered yourself with blankets, wishing you could disappear.

The next day you were rudely woken up by someone pulling your curtains open.

“Rise and shine.” Rin says as you groan in response. He snatches your blankets off causing you to shriek. You sit up and eye the brothers, Ran leaning against your doorway while Rin stands by your bed.

“What the hell are you two doing in my house?”

“You didn’t show up to work.” Rin crossed his arms. “Guess you were just being lazy.”

“What? It’s not ti-.” You cut yourself off when you eye your phone’s clock, displaying that your sleep surpassed the morning and afternoon.

Damn. I was knocked out for so long.

“You’re lucky Boss let it go.” Rin states.

“Get dressed.” Ran says. One of your eyebrows raises.

“For what?”

“We’re going out tonight.”

“Where?”

“Meeting the others at one of our clubs.” The others?

“So come on!” Rin says impatiently before they leave you in your bedroom.

By the time you finished getting ready, night fell as the sun disappeared. All three of you walk to the car, Ran holds the door open for you while you climb into your seat. Once you reached the club you all walked to the designated vip section, greeted by Kazutora while Sanzu sniffed a line of cocaine.

What you weren’t expecting was to see Mikey sitting on one of the accent chairs. Your face warmths from the memory of last night, recollecting your heated make out session before you felt shame rise from how it ended. You internally shake your head before walking to your own seat.

“Y/n.”

You look up at your boss who motions for you to come over. Fear stricken by what he might do to you for last night, you comply. Your eyebrows furrow when he points at his lap.

“Sit.” You freeze in disbelief.

“A-are you sure, Boss?” His expression stays stoic.

“You questioning me?” You immediately shake your head before sitting on his lap feeling uneasy by the stares you’re receiving. Everyone turns their attention back to what they’re doing.

“You’re such a distraction.” He whispers before one of his arms rest around your waist. His fingers grip your hip as your grip on your own hands tighten. His other hand grabs the bottom of your face and forces you to look at him.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.” A red hue covers his face as his dark eyes glisten in the light. He gives you a longing gaze before it turns cold. You flinch when his fingers dig into your thigh as well as the tightening grip on your face.

“I want to kill you.” Your breath hitched.

“You’re consuming me, Y/n. You’re distracting my men.” He whispers.

“B-boss?” You breathe out.

“If you disappear, there would be nothing to think about.” His hand moves to your neck, immediately squeezing your throat shut. Your eyes widen as you grip his wrist.

“M-Mik… Boss wait!” You stammer, eyes shifting to the others who watch the display with crossed legs and glasses, cigars, or a blunt to their lips. Nobody but members of Bonten sat in the room, the strippers and waiters out of sight.

“Should I, Y/n? Should I kill you right now so I can get you out of my head?” His grip becomes unbearable as you struggle to breathe. Your legs shift before you begin to scratch the skin on his arms. Tears fall before you pull an arm back and punch his face. You push yourself off the chair, dropping to the floor as you catch your breath. You look up at Mikey with wide eyes while his face is turned to the side. The room is quiet besides the faint music that plays while you cough and wipe your eyes.

You shakily stand from your position on the floor before glancing around the room at the executives who stare at you with nothingness as their expressions, cold and bare of any emotion.

What the fuck?

“You know, I had already fallen for you.” His face is covered by his platinum hair as he looks down, hands on the chair’s arms. “You didn’t need the spell, Y/n.”

Your eyes widen.

How did he know? The only way they would have noticed anything was the video saved on my phone or my altar. Was it when Kazutora or the Haitani brothers came into my place?

“I thought if I ignored it, then it would go away.” One of his hands rub his face. “Then you made it worse.”

The door opens and the guards walk in with decapitated heads that are hanging from their hair. You eye the faces closely in confusion before they’re thrown on the ground, some rolling in front of you. You count five different men, including the man you remembered as Sato and the mystery man you danced on. Although you’ve seen and have caused death, there was something very disturbing about seeing the detached heads of your past flings.

“Disgusting. You’ve driven the King insane.” Sanzu hissed before standing from his seat and taking position next to Mikey’s chair.

“Why is that look on your face?” Ran questions while taking a hit of the cigar. “Why do you look so uneasy?”

“This is what you wanted isn’t it?” Rin says before he downs a shot and leans over, resting his arms against his legs.

Kazutora takes a hit of the blunt before he ashes it against the ashtray, pulling back as he leaned into the couch with a leg crossed over. “Come on, Y/n. Don’t give us that look. We’re just showing you what you made us do.”

You look at all of them with shock and uneasiness, disturbed by their actions though a little flattered that they thought of you this much. After all, your feelings hadn’t gone away even though you feel you are in danger. This isn’t exactly what you had in mind. Especially with how they stare at you like you’re a piece of meat in the lion’s den.

Your arms are grabbed by the guards as you’re forced out of the room, their eyes lingering on you all the while you allow the men to take you out of the tense section. Outside of the door, you meet eyes with Kokonoi who walks beside you as you’re released and forced to walk towards the exit.

“Koko, what’s going on?” You question with a trembling voice.

“I’m afraid you’ve been fired, Y/n. As of right now you’ve been labeled a traitor and you’ve been ordered to reside in one of the torture rooms for the time being.”

“Are they gonna kill me?” You gasp.

“No.”

“What do you mean? Then what’s gonna happen to me?” You question eagerly.

He sighs. “I mean that they’re planning to keep you locked up for an extended amount of time.”

“Th-They’re holding me captive? What? Why?”

One of the guards open the door for Kokonoi before cuffing your wrists and forcing you to climb into the car.

“The only thing I know is that they seem to have a deep infatuation with you. You might not ever get to see the light of day again, Y/n. I’m sorry.”

You could only stare into space with a look of concern as you try not to have a panic attack. Your eyes shift outside the window as the driver pulls off towards the destination.

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“𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄” ──★ !!

GOJO SATORU X FEM! READER: in which your boyfriend is not too happy about your attraction towards the young actor Choso Kamo.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ cw: smut, rough sex, jealousy, crack, squirting, dirty talk

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ a/n: not what i was originally working on but found this deep in my notes :))

You and Gojo laid together on the couch. His chest pressed into your back as you snuggled under a thick white blanket. A pack of gummy bears in your hand as a smile graced your face when Rin, played by your favorite actor Choso appeared on the screen.

Gojo raised a brow, his brow raising while his chin still rested on your head, looking down at your curled lips in question. “What are you smiling so hard about?” he chuckled.

“Oh nothing, Choso Kamo is just one of the hottest men ever created.” You sighed, biting down on the chewy snack while Gojo sat up behind you.

“What did you just say?” he scoffed. Offense clear on his features as he eyed the man on your screen.

“Choso Kamo is one of the most attractive men ever? I mean.. have you seen the guy.” You replied with a giggle like it was the most obvious thing in the world, Gojo’s eye twitching lightly as his jaw clenched. “Is that so?”

“Mhm, he’s just so.. perfect. It’s a shame he’s married.” You rambled enthusiastically, eyes fixated on a man who wasn’t your boyfriend. “Not as perfect as you baby but you get what i mean.” Pressing a short kiss to his cheek before focusing your attention back onto the show.

Your attention was pulled away when Gojo roughly turned you onto your back, his knees on either side of your hips as he straddled you. His hand coming up around your neck with the tilt of his head followed by a dark grin. “So you’re attracted to other men now?”

You whimpered when his grip tightened, “Have all this to yourself yet you’re smiling over some guy on your screen.” He laughed to himself, leaning down so that his lips ghosted over your ear. His breath hot on your skin as he whispered. “Let me show you what these dumb actors you like could never do, i mean.. not like you’d ever meet him anyway.”

Hurriedly stripping you out of your clothes, “How they could never make you feel.”

You shuddered when Gojo ran his fingers between your already wet folds, running them along your slit before circling them around your clit. Your back arched as you moaned softly. “See that? Barely even touched you and you’re already soaked f’me. Pussy knows who she belongs too.”

Dipping his finger into you with a smirk. “Can this Kamo guy physically touch you like this?” You moaned once more, Gojo’s tongue running up your neck and over your ear. “Even if you got to meet him baby, no one could take you away from me.” He breathed.

Large hands on your waist flipping you onto him. Sitting up with you on his lap facing the still playing show. Sinking you down on his cock with one arm around your hips while the other snaked around your neck.

You mewled as you felt his cock pierce deeper and deeper, your ass flush onto his thighs with your head falling back onto his shoulders. “Satoruu.”

Gojo groaned, fucking up roughly into you as you moaned adorably. Thick cock hammering up into your g spot as you cried out loudly. Your stomach tightening with heat as your pussy spasmed, breathing speeding up with a string of loud mewls when Gojo quickened his pace.

“Satoruu— fuck,” you clenched down on him, lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin filling your ears along with the sticky squelch of your sopping pussy on his thighs. Gojo grinned as he forced you to look up at the screen. “Fucking look at him. This is who ya want over me? Someone who doesn’t even want ya?” he gritted, not giving you a chance to answer before he continued, “Well guess what baby, i’m the only one who could fuck you this good regardless. So even if you did meet him, you bet your ass you’d come running back to me.”

You moaned shakily, wanting to tell him that he was right. Choso was just a stupid actor crush, which meant he had nothing to be worried about. But he was fucking into you so good, so deep, thrusts mean and quick to bully your tight pussy open. Stretching you out to take all of him.

Gojo grunted deeply, letting out a low curse as your pussy messily drenching his thighs. “I’m the only one who’ll ever get to see this messy pussy.” His slender fingers rubbing harsh circles onto your sensitive clit, pulling a loud cry past your lips at the increased stimulation.

“Satoruu— nngh, ‘m cumming,” you cried with a whimper, your toes curling with the violent shake of your body as your head grew foggy. Gojo never slowing the movement of his hips as he fucked through the clear streams leaking out of your pretty pussy.

“Yeah baby? Gon’ cum for me? Or to the sight of that fucker in front of you?” he growled out, choking you even harder as he neared his release.

You let out a choked mewl, “You. Gonna cum f’ you.” Your chest rising and falling as your eyes got watery, your nails digging into his arms as you were brought closer to your orgasm.

“Sure about that?”

“Mhm- you, just you. Choso… nngh— Choso doesn’t come close,” your eyes closing as your back arched, feeling yourself at the edge of letting go. “Oh f-fuckk— you’re the one f-fucking me so good. The only one i need.” you added on with another tearful cry.

“There ya go, that’s a good fucking girl- speaking my language now. Go on baby, cum f’ me.” Watching as you fell apart on his cock with his name heavy on the tip of your tongue. Your legs trembling as your orgasm raked through your body, vision blurred as you squirted with a short scream.

Gojo whistled, “Know for sure that no one else can make ya do that.” His thrusts getting sloppy before he was burying himself inside you with a moan of his own, cock twitching as he began to pump you full of his cum. “Fuck baby, pussy’s so damn tight. The only one who can breed ya full is me.” Stilling his movements completely as spurts of the sticky substance spilled into you. “Now would you look at that.”

Your eyes peeled open to a close up shot of Rin staring sadly into the distance. The image slowly zooming in closer and closer to his face. Gojo laughed loudly, “Seems like someone’s not too happy with what he sees.” He joked, his palm randomly landing onto your puffy cunt to see you jerk with a whine. “‘S too bad for you that he’s not here to do something about it.”

You rolled your eyes tiredly with a small smile. Gojo Satoru was truly a strange man.

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[cu7ie]

boredom.

(๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و investigating a noise in an alley late at night turns into so much more. haitani ran x reader x haitani rindou. word count: 5.4k

cw; dubious consent, brief depictions of fighting and violence. spit-roasting. minor stalking (?) + intimidation, fear.

The day passes, and your boss informs you that 'your workplace attitude is contributing to a loss in morale'. Or in other words,

your coworkers have been complaining about you. 

probably the customers too.

Sometimes they say things to your face, (sometimes, because most times their comments can't pierce the veil of existential dread, stagnation. Thoughts buzz around fly-like, about how there's nothing here,

nothing for you) stupid shit, because the seniors always have something to say…

("Look excited for once, rookie. People want to see pretty smiles, you look so ugly frowning.

"At least pretend you want to be here."

one of your supervisors. So far up your ass she's coming out of your mouth.

and you love old people, but she is the rickety-ist old bitch you've ever had the displeasure of knowing.

"You can get more tips if you do a little … 'extra'. You're cute, so it should be easy for you."

Random customer you don't remember asking for an opinion, you just wanted to see if they wanted refills on wine,) 

You're getting tired and people are starting to notice. You don't argue, because they're right. You're not happy, and that bothers them so much, for reasons that probably don't have much to actually do with you. They care, but not really, so when you're sent home with the day's wages, the boss tells you in a not-so-nice way to clean up your act.

Don't be so sad. (Or rather, make sure they don't know about it.)

You collect your things and opt for the long walk home. Shibuya's streets are empty (ish) and peaceful about this time of night.

The wind whistles.

It threads between the leaves of trees that hadn't yet died, providing you some company,

The noise. And maybe you're paranoid, unused to walking without headphones (you dumped the contents of your bag to check, you either lost them or left them at home), unused to seeing

the empty streets when there's usually a dozen hawkers flagging down passerby to sample wares. Because you're starting to hear something. 

(First, you think it's your mind that makes the wind sound like whispers, moving smoothly along the shell of your ear. Some imagined ramblings. But that's not it at all. 

There's actually someone here. Or people. Nearby.)

For once, you're certain you're not crazy. You're definitely hearing something. You don't want to look behind you, but you do just to avoid any creeps who might be lurking. The sound of chatter grows the slightest bit more intense, and —

KLANG!

A brilliant crash (definitely not behind you) that sounds like metal bashing into something just as tough, the residual sound causing your ears to ring. It , unlike many things recently, intrigued you.

You've never possessed an interest in gangs. Never have been.

(This whole situation reeks of them, though. You either don't think or you don't care—) 

Not interested in their whereabouts, potential people of interest, they don't make you curious (or maybe it's a privilege to not be curious),

What happens to them never really concerns you.

So why now, are you stepping in front of this alleyway? Why did you choose that this time, on a frigid night walk home, you'll be interested. You'll be concerned with the sounds of commotion in the alley. 

… This feels like boredom. It feels like exhaustion has pushed you to your limit. You crave dissent. Novelty, actually being a part of something. Maybe you need it so desperately that in this moment,

You reach out to touch the darkness. A gaping maw of shadow. Light does not enter and it does not escape. This place looks a bit like

Those kinds of places, where you could go missing. Get lost. In some kind of adventure, and that ambition clamps down on that drowning anxiety, making you feel quite bold. Nobody will know you came here. (Nobody will know that, in spite of the pit in your stomach, in spite of the fear, in spite of the sweat in your palm, the tremble in your knees,

you stepped forward.) The shadow swallows you up to your ankle, then your body is engulfed in the darkness. 

You've never disappeared before. You think it'll be okay (hopefully), that it might fulfill something within you that's been desperately missing; maybe it'll be better than

being safe, 

than being

comfortable.

Just a quick peek. You'll only be gone for a second.

(you think the voices get louder and you shift, narrowly avoiding a shallow bacteria laden puddle, using the wall to quickly navigate while placing emphasis on not being seen by anyone if they happened to run past. You don't hear movement, but the talking gets louder as you get closer, and closer, and closer, and …)

(The talking has become more like shouting, and the silence from before has been replaced by the sound of a fierce impact, cracking, crashing, more yelling. Everything is loud now, the moon and street light cascading down on the scene but not revealing your position, flattened against the alley wall.)

"Rinnie.." A tall fellow sighs, his shoulders sagging forward with effort, and ‘Rinnie’ a good ways away from him looking crazy with some sort of excitement. The tall one, dead amused eyes and two braids pigtails framing his face, dark roots growing towards blond tips.

The little one is the kind of bleach - platinum - blonde, maybe a shade or two less yellow. He shares a similar look to the man standing adjacent to him, but his hair is frizzy and wild, sticking to his forehead. The tall one looks scuffed up and his eyes look tired, betraying the hint of a lip curl, a smile, maybe?

What exactly did you stumble onto? You lean in closer to catch the words that fall from their mouths, careful not to step onto the bottles and cans discarded on the ground.

"Rin rin, you might kill him before we can learn anything useful." ‘Rin’, is the belligerent one, his fist dully thudding and knocking across the face of an unknown man sprawled out on the floor, who doesn’t appear to be moving. The man must already be unconscious, or worse- dead -  the flurry of blows not affecting him in any way you can discern from here.

"Ahaha! But Ran, this is really fun!" 

Thwack!  Rin’s right knuckle catches on the man’s cheek, his other fist flying with assuredness and dead-on accuracy towards his stomach.

It is only then that the body groans, and his struggling renewed somewhat. Rin’s arm pulls back with poisonous intent, all the muscles in his fist perfectly poised to,

Hurt and maim.

Ran hooks Rin’s arm in his wrist and drags him off of their victim, who lies cowering before them, too weak to flee or do much but shake like a leaf.

"Okay. Okaaaaay. Now you're making it no fun." Ran drags Rin to his feet; doesn't respond with anything other than a snort and a shove. Rin only barely avoids flying into some refuse, his distress blowing his pupils as big as saucers, easing into relief as he stumbles and catches his balance. They look like a fever dream in the streetlights, an anomaly that should have remained hidden from you and walking down this alley has never felt like a utterly terrible idea until now - They drag the man to the side of the building and prop him up. They smile at one another, as though there’s a joke lingering in the air that nobody’s let you in on. 

It makes you shiver.

Just as cold shakes start to wrack your body, your teeth chitter for a fraction of a second; just a bit too loudly. Their heads begin to turn. Directly facing away from the light, their expressions are encased in darkness,

And while you thought they may be drunk or delirious, or both, the mood shifts neigh instantly, and you frantically clasp your hand over your mouth and stop breathing. They are looking dead at you. You don’t know if their pause is because they don’t exactly see you but instead, shadow, but your arms tense up and feel like coiled springs attached to your shoulders; legs trembling trying to maintain balance and not fall and make a sound.

You don’t move. 

Your eyes burn because you don’t blink and you’re sweating, lying in anxious wait. They don’t close in at once, because when Rin says “Ran,” that dastardly tree of a man lumbers towards the mouth of the alley and, 

He, who is not fooled by the darkness,

Dragging you out flailing, on your back and dragging your nice leather jacket across gunky, disgusting pavement -

You gasp as the tall one forces you to your feet, shoving your back into a wall and evacuating the air from your lungs. You immediately launch into a frantic explanation, your lip blubbering and your body shaking and your eyes wandering to that man up against the wall - who takes advantage of their utter fascination with you, and tries to crawl off.

Rin kicks him in the ribs and sends him sprawling. Back to you, being held up by your neck, lightly enough that he’s not choking you, and you can breathe and speak freely. Their eyes narrow at you, the baton slung on the tall one’s hip looking none too friendly. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” “Shut up.” Considering your franticness he sounds quite playful, although the growing pressure behind his grip is not friendly in the slightest. He squeezes your throat and Rin is the one who laughs then, slithering up to your side and giving you a long, long look up and down. “You’ve interrupted some important business here,” He says, gesturing to the battered man with his open hand, “But you think yourself more important, huh?  Quite a pesky little shit aren't ya?" Ran finishes the statement, and the look you fix him with is frantic, wild eyed. “But that’s okay. Clearly you have something important to share."  Rin smiles coolly. His demeanor unsettles you, (feels like his eyes pierce you, makes your heart pound out of your chest, your fingers tremble,) your mind is screaming to go far away. “So tell us,” The tall one hisses through an artificial smile, coldly amused, voice rough on the ears, “Who are you, and what’s in it for us if we let you go?” Rin slides a finger down the side of your waist, making you shiver. “I .. uh..” “Uh? Uhm? That doesn’t sound like any name I've ever heard of.” They laugh at you, and something about their ridicule triggers something in you… tired of being harangued and hung out to dry, mounting tension threatening to collapse you. Your legs buckle. You feel yourself begin to cry.

"Aww. Don't cry… we were just playing with you." Ran leans uncomfortably close, wet sheen on your cheeks glimmering in dim light. Rin sees his brother lick a slow stripe up your cheek, doesn't say anything. You whimper, petrified. 

Ran's eyes bore into yours. "Who are you?" 

You tell them your name. "I … I wait tables! I was just trying to get home from work I - I - I-"

"Through back alleys? It's like you're asking to get hurt." The one named Rin mutters, and Ran, who seems wise to your lies, presses you.

"You weren't getting home anytime soon, hunched over in that alleyway. You were watching us." He moves from in front of you and grasps the back of your skull, forcing you to stare at the battered man a few feet away. "Do you know him?"

You shake your head frantically.

"Then why the fuck are you here?"

"I just - I heard something. I heard something and I thought, I thought .." You struggle to find the words to describe your thought process. Rin helps you out.

"You must've thought: 'Oh, those guys must be having so much fun! I want to play too!'. " The blonde mocks the lilt of your voice. The one with the pigtails barks out laughter, pulls your head back until your neck bends, staring you in your eyes. "Our … friend over there is all played out. But," 

"You're not. Playing with you for a bit sounds fun. Oh, Rin?"

"We should walk our new friend home. Seems like the polite thing to do, yes? Wouldn't want them to get hurt. There's dangerous people lurking at this hour." His smile is particularly wicked, your anxiety mounting.

"Sure thing, Ran." 

….

They call someone else to take care of the man, ( you can't tell if he's still alive - they usher you out of that liminal space expeditiously,) terribly eager to dip into something else that night. You tell them your address at their goading, the two men leading you through alley's and backroads you never even knew about. As you exit the dark, the moon can be seen from where you've emerged from in-between buildings, faces of the men surrounding you lighting up at once.

It's hard to describe the emotion you feel upon meeting eyes with such striking faces. Distinctly similar, uniqueness to be found in both, (Ran looks nonchalant, at ease in his movement. Rin remains stern and orderly above all, offsetting his brother’s lack of care,)

When you talk to them, they don't divulge anything personal, not even their names, (they know you know them already) but you notice they seem more interested in you than you'd expect them to be, taking turns asking questions, fixing one another with this look whenever you answer a question a certain way. It’s nice to have people listen to you - or at least do a good job pretending. They don’t seem … as threatening as they did in the alley. 

Rin is more cordial and polite, and talks to you more emphatically than Ran does. He seems unbothered by your chatter, but is less active of a participant.

From what they observe, you seem to be a particular person. Even though you are scared (your fear, it makes you look so beautiful, vulnerable), you aren't boring. You're not trying to impress them, but they find themselves intrigued regardless.

They fish for information. 

You are an open book. 

They learn more about where you work and the assholes that run the joint. They learn about your small family. They learn about how you don't have many friends. You mention you used to have a roommate, although -

"She moved away, maybe a couple months back." You talk without fear now, acclimated to their presence for the time being, for your sanity's sake.

"Oh? How sad." Rindou says, and a part of you feels like he's mocking you.

Ran makes the mental note that you live alone.  They've begun walking closer to you, occasionally bumping into you on purpose because they know you won't complain or argue about it. Ran's hand slips into your back pocket while you're talking to Rindou, and the expression of shock, then embarrassment as you feel him squeeze—

"You were saying?" Rin glances at you.

"Yeah, sorry - uh… " Your face burns (you know Rin knows what’s happening, you see the way his eyes narrow, you see his lip twitch) and you don't know how to recover so you don't say anything. It's a safe option; he doesn't badger you.

For a few minutes, your moonlit walk is dead quiet. Rin doesn't touch you, but Ran has hooked his arm around your waist and is poking his fingers into the top of your jeans. You don't do anything to stop him. 

His fingers are fast and he is not courteous he is not polite, 

when the palm of his hand zips down and two fingers stroke your clit you gasp. Ran tugs on your waist and your hip bumps his a little as he slowly runs his finger over that sensitive piece of flesh. You feel like your skin burns where his finger meets your clit, and you can't suppress your whine as he pushes on it,

(It's like your body jumped out of your skin and he was striking a nerve, raw. You're on fire you're on fire you're on fire)

And Rin only looks straight ahead, his mouth opening like he wants to say something -

But your building is coming into view. 

You gesture to your side of the complex (Ran takes his hand out of your pants, for now) and they walk you inside the building, patiently wait for the elevator with you,

And you are suddenly overwhelmed by the weight of your emotion; which upon retrospection, felt like your brain had gone numb. Your stunningly composed self becomes a trainwreck in the four elevator stops (and short walk) it takes to get to your apartment. You feel dizzy with how hot your body has gotten and how tight and uncomfortable even your skin feels,

And you're mewling and whining, 

"Th-thanks for walking me home," many flustered thanks, appreciative hugs, trying to wave them away from the door,  but they get inside before you do (when Rin whispers ´Let me help you’, your skin gets goosebumps and you toss him the key), and act as if for a moment they were the kind of people that you'd want in your house. 

Rin is commenting on your art, 'critiquing' (shaming) your arrangements and decor, touching nothing, taking up no space,

While Ran is on everything, everywhere, all at once. He's opening your fridge and taking out the drink you were trying to save for later, flipping through the tabs you left on your computer and,

Maybe they could be friends, with the way they both get so comfortable. But eventually their eyes start drifting over,

to you. Sat on your couch, house burning down around you, you've gone too far, too deep, and they are not going to let you go. (it's not like that was the plan, anyway).

…

Ran mentioned something about playing earlier, didn't he? You hadn't a mind to negotiate a 'fair exchange' for them walking you home on such a dark night. Maybe you hoped they'd just forget about it.

(They don't. You know because before they make you show them where the bedroom is, Ran pokes his fingers through the belt loops on your jeans and tells you how much of a courtesy he brought you back, he could have fucked you and left you in the alley.

"But I didn't." Ran smiles, and you can only imagine what Rin's face looks like. Though, you can feel him on your back, grinding his erection into you.

"Just relax."  Rin leans to your ear, lips close enough to kiss the shell of it. "We'll play nice, won't we Ran?" 

The aforementioned laughs once, reaching for your belt buckle. "Speak for yourself." )

Your bedroom isn’t terribly small but your massive mattress takes up most of the space. Ran doesn’t care about kicking around your things to get to the bed easier, dipping down and baring his teeth to your neck, nibbling. Rindou does not knock over a thing (he picks up a figurine that you hadn’t noticed had turned over, flicks on your lamp, mutters something) walking between your door and hurrying himself along to the bed alongside Ran. 

At that point, you’ve already been undressed from the waist down, your clothing discarded on your living room couch. You’ve been pushed back first onto your bed, Ran is on top kissing you with the feverishness of a school boy, his tongue slipping into your mouth (which surprised you, your pussy throbbed a little) and his hand slipping down towards your cunt.

You make a mewling sound as he rubs circles on your clit, and Rin groans loud enough for you to remember he’s still here, “Jackass, you’ve been hogging them the whole night. You said-” Ran pulls back molasses-slow, fixing Rindou with a look you can’t read. “I know what I said. You don’t have to get so emotional over it, Rin. See?” He pushes himself up on his arms and leaves you there, gesturing with a sweeping motion. “I was just getting them ready for you.” Rin snorts, grabbing your arms. “Whatever. Now, you.” Your eyes meet, but the intensity in his is unlike Ran’s. Something about him seems more driven. Came here for something, refusing to leave without it. “Flip over. Get on your stomach. Make sure your head is hanging off the bed.” You don’t hesitate to do as he says. 

Ran steps into your view, tugging on the band of his boxers until his cockhead is visible from the top. You try not to drool. He pushes his cock between your pillowy lips, letting out a long low whistle.

"Just relax. Open your mouth a little wider - that's it - just like that .."  Ran is already groaning and barely half his dick is inside your mouth, but drool is racing down your chin and you have forgotten how to breathe out of your nostrils. He cups the back of your head.

"Eyes up." Tears sting at your eyes at your lack of oxygen and Ran just smiles dreamily downward at you, his brother out of your sight entirely. Now you’re as bare as the day you were born, courtesy of Ran, and you nearly forget about Rin until you feel firm hands spreading your legs; a damp muscle wriggle and work it's way in between your folds so boldly,

You cry out, groaning on Ran's cock. It's too big and your jaw has to work and strain and it hurts but he makes you do it anyway (his smell is rich between his legs, and he keeps reminding you to breathe through your nose),  telling you how much of a good job you're doing.

"... you're good at this. I didn't think you were a slut though… maybe …"

"It's just a natural talent. Like you were born to suck dick."

He thrusts his hips and holds your face so that he's in your throat, and no matter how hard you beat at his thighs he does not give. You wiggle and squirm, Rin's hands clamping around your hips and giving you less room to breathe. You're so occupied with the dick in your mouth that you don't notice how wet Rin has gotten you. 

His brother has all your attention. Even when he stands at attention and lines himself up, you don't notice. It's only when he's pulling your hips towards his, that you feel the blunt head of his cock probing at your pussy and waiting for a good moment to

Thrust in, and as Ran pulls you off his cock to cum on your face, it's a perfect opportunity for Rin to pull you onto him, and the squeal you let out sounds absolutely delicious, (made his balls clench). He begins tentatively, resting a hand at the small of your back, and thrusting into you with as much force as he can muster behind his hips, enjoying hearing you whine and whimper (perhaps more than he expected). Your body is hot to the touch and your back is a little slick with your sweat. 

Rin grunts with effort as he tries to fuck into you, getting some give as you grow weak in the hips. His cock feels like it's tearing you up, like he might break you before he night is done and the more you moan and squirm the rougher he gets, the slick sounds of his balls slapping against your clit drowning out the sound of your own thoughts.  

(Ran has fun with you. You lick his cock clean as Rin speeds up so much he's practically fucking the breath out of your lungs. Your ass feels battered, your pussy abused —)

Rin has been noticeably quiet most of this time. Too focused on the sound of your yelps and the way your body dances beneath his fingertips. You move so much. He likes the little defiance in you. He has no problem fucking it out.

You grow to gripping Ran's legs for support cause you can't hold yourself up on the bed, the tingling burning feeling of strain zinging up the muscles in your legs. 

“Ah! Oooh..”  They’re teaching you new things about yourself. Wherever they caress you, the back of your head, along your spine, on your hips, it’s like you’ve been alight with fire. Ran makes sure you’re looking at him, and he’s cooing at you, feeding you crumbs of praise as he strokes under your chin affectionately. Your heart jumps a little at the fond look he gives you, the approval is pronounced and makes you feel warm and anxious all of the sudden, moreso when Ran presses a kiss to your temple.

"Almost." Rin says to no one in particular, his grip just shy of bruising. "Just … fuck." Rin slams your hips into his, his spine stiffening as he fucks a load inside you, pulling his cock out slow so he can see himself dripping down your legs.

What followed feels a little uncertain. You know they stuck around, but their words felt floaty and distant, fucked into a stupor, you seemed a bit … dotty. (Ran thinks it's cute. You don't talk, don't ask questions, just let them pet you. But Rin liked the tension in your muscles, that skeptic's gaze, that substance. Something about having you like this appeals to him, just less.) They came hot like a fever and left you feeling ice cold.

Rin, perhaps feeling sweet, helps you slip your nighty on before Ran is forcing him out of the door, chastising him for being so soft.

You wouldn't know. 

You awake in a sea of blankets, with a salty taste in your mouth and this dull ache zapping up your spine…

You are late for work the next morning, but even as your alarm gets grating and beep, beep beeps a few feet away from your head, you're trying to shake off day dream after day dream — you get up when you realize your door was left unlocked, you rectify that, head back to bed. The supervisor who's in charge of arranging your schedule calls you, ten minutes before you are supposed to come in, and you are still lying down.

You honest to god do not have the heart to tell this withering old man over the phone that you can’t come in today. You can hear his voice sort of trembling over the phone (and you later learn that one of the head chefs quit earlier that day, this poor guy is this close to the edge) and decide you don’t need that weighing on your conscience in the future, a good enough reason to force labor upon yourself for the day. You feel weightless sitting in the tub washing off the prior night. In some places you can see indentations from fingers, lightly bruised skin around your hips, that your hands run over with your loofah and that sweet smelling body scrub,

You take your time, not urged by the ringing of your phone or alarm. Your mind decompresses and feels loosened by the steam that rises to the top of the room, fogging up your vision and keeping you warm even when you step out of the bath. Since last night, you notice you seem a lot more one track minded. There’s no dreading the shift, or fear about being asked to stay for overtime, or worry that your coworkers are going to say something to you (they always do, so fucking annoying). There’s nothing. Your head feels manageably empty. Something about it is relaxing, your underlying nervousness of ‘ Is there something i’m missing? Have I forgotten something? Am I doing something wrong?’ all gone.

You’re smiling in the cab to work. Maybe it’s been years since you went there having a positive expectation for today, you can’t remember and you don’t care. You work your shift and ignore your coworkers, boss and customers. They comment, because of course they have something to say.

“You look glowy. Something happen?” 

“... I slept well?” Your supervisor rolls her eyes at you, but doesn’t belabor the point. “Must’ve been one helluva good night’s sleep, huh?” 

You don’t respond, ready to clock out in the next thirty minutes, hoping and praying nobody keeps you from clocking out at 8:00, because the day’s been going sooo good for you so far,

But one of the managers ends up running in; out of breath, trying frantically to stop the kitchen staff from closing down for the night, from leaving. You’re stopped in lieu of all the commotion. Apparently some big-wigs from the city came in to eat, and would not accept the owner’s hurried apologies of ‘I’m sorry, but the kitchen is closing for the night,’; or their attempts at placation: ‘We can accept your patronage first thing tomorrow? A bottle of wine on the house?’. The owner looks frightened half to death by the time he comes across you, shocking you with the abruptness of his request. 

“The… the patrons. Do you know them?” He whispers, deathly close to your ear. His lungs sound like they might collapse, and he looks hot and uncomfortable. “They requested you by name. I-i know you don’t like working overtime, but this could mean big tips.” You roll your eyes. “Move over man. Let me get my menus.” He clasps his hand together in prayer and in thanks, and you mentally prepare yourself to take an order for a much larger party.

There’s only two people sitting in the booth as you walk up, their silhouettes triggering your memory immediately. Ran turns lightning-quick, his expression giddy unlike anything else. He looks so pleased with himself, licking his lips like he’s slick as your confident power walk slows to a few steps.

“Hey sweetheart.” His voice is so smooth, makes your ears tingle. Rindou is sat next to him, and looks up at you fondly for a moment. Looks back down at his hands after.

“So, Rin. Ran.” They look a little surprised you actually said their names, but Ran gives you a toothy grin, and leans a bit further forward.

“Here are your menus.” You set them down on the table, allow them to pursue the selection. “I’ll be back with your water.”  You about face, looking nothing short of cool, level-headed professionalism. On the inside, you are screaming. Telling them so much maybe was a bad idea in hindsight, (because not only is this OT blowing you, but it’s hard to look them in the eyes, for a reason you haven’t yet grasped.) you sigh, trying to make it out of the end of dinner service without your heart giving in. 

You try not to be curt with them but a part of you can’t help it. Ran knows what he’s gunning for, eyes alight with desire as he stares at you up and down in uniform for the first time. Like he’s just about ready to eat you up. He keeps staring at your lips. Rindou is ever the gentleman, is patient with you when you get flustered by Ran’s boldness, occasionally apologizing for the inappropriate comments he sprinkles in. From the moment he’s seen you, to the moment you take his order, serve him the food, give him the bill, he’s flapping his gums. 

Rindou seems irritated by this at some point, fixing him with hot hard glares, kicking him under the table and eventually telling him to BE QUIET. 

He says it with so much authority that when Ran gets as meek as a mouse, you can’t help but giggle from behind your palm. (Ran shoots you a look, but you ignore it.) Other than what he’s saying to you - working this job, you’ve heard far worse anyway - it’s not a hassle to deal with, maybe just a little awkward,

Because he says shit like:

“Hey sweetheart. There’s another kind of tip I could give you, too.” After he slides nearly half a stack into your uniform pants just because he can. That was probably (definitely) more money than both of their meals combined. 

“Hey!” The tall one shouts from the threshold, a little drunk, and swaying from Rin tugging on his arm so hard. 

“Maybe.. You get out of your little uniform and meet us outside. We’ll walk you home again.” You don’t say anything, but your face is burning. 

“Maybe i’ll take you up on that offer. Some other time.” You bow politely and hurry back to the storage rooms, where your coworkers are packing up their things and heading out the back.

You sigh, taking your time changing out of your work uniform.

…

Imagine your surprise when you’re walking out, head down as you look in your bag and make sure everythings arranged how you like, easily accessible ..

And they’re still there. 

Waiting for you.

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[theghooligan]

rindou’s audacity should never be questioned. my nasty little meow meow.

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[dottores]

LITTLE DARK AGE

haitani ran x fem!reader x haitani rindou

summary: eight years later, you finally return to tokyo and find yourself caught in the middle of a violent gang war between the two most ruthless criminal organizations of tokyo’s underworld, forced to choose between blood and love.

genre: bonten timeskip, angst, forbidden romance, childhood friends -> strangers -> lovers, 18+ MDNI

warnings: fem!reader, gang violence, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, explicit smut, polyamory, profanity, MCD, unedited, MTBA

chapter warnings: disassociation, class discrimination, mentions of suicide and mass death

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CHAPTER Ⅶ. AND YOU'LL NEVER BE PURE AGAIN

FOURTEEN YEARS EARLIER.

“Do we really have to go?” Rindou murmured, tugging at the ends of his suit jacket uncomfortably, glancing back at you. Your shoulders slumped as you fixed your dress in the mirror, a pout tugging at your lips.

“I mean, you don’t have to but I just don’t wanna go to this stupid event alone,” you said, giving both of the brothers a sullen look as they shared a look with one another. 

“Whether the boys go with you or not, you won’t be alone,” Miss Yua chided as she brushed your hair, “Don’t be dramatic, your uncle will be attending with you.”

“Uncle Ichirou will be off with Mister Sugawara the entire night, he’s not even driving there with us! He will not be with me, I’ll be off on my own dealing with the creepy Sugawara boys,” you said loudly and let out a sharp cry as Miss Yua smacked the top of your head with the brush, clicking her tongue. “What was that for! They are creepy! They’re always hanging around me and being touchy when I tell them not to, and they’re mean, they always call me names.”

“They what?” Ran asked, voice low, and you missed the dark look that he shared with Rindou as your eyes fluttered shut, letting Miss Yua finish up pinning your hair. 

“You heard me, Ran!” you said, turning around once Miss Yua let her hands drop from your head. “They’re just so awful, don’t make me go alone, please.”

You puffed your lip out, looking up at Ran, “Pretty please,” you asked, widening your eyes and letting your bottom lip tremble. Ran rolled his eyes, flicking your forehead hard, you let out a yelp, flinching back.

“Stop with that stupid face,” he muttered, you gaped at him.

“Ran, don’t be mean,” Rindou said and you straightened, pleased that he came to your defense, “She can’t help it, it’s her natural face.”

You gasped dramatically as Ran and Rindou burst into laughter, “Rindou!” you complained, shooting him a withering look, “you guys are the worst! At least my face isn’t as stupid as your hair!”

Ran only grinned at you, his hand falling from the top of your head to your shoulder, squeezing gently. You looked back up at him, eyes meeting his lavender ones and you almost smiled at the light look in his eyes, one that you still hadn’t gotten used to seeing over the past few months. 

“Don’t be dumb, ‘course we’ll come with you,” he murmured and a warm feeling settled in your chest as Ran looked down at you, hand lingering on your shoulder. You felt your face begin to heat up and you looked away.

“... I don’t actually think your hair is stupid,” you muttered, and Rindou snorted, nudging your shoulder.

“Yeah, we know that from how often you force us to sit down so you can brush it,” he said and you whipped toward him, scowling.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it! You’re practically sitting there half-asleep and drooling by the time I’m done, Rindou!” you said and Rindou gaped at you.

“I do not! Take that back!” 

“You do too!” 

Miss Yua clicked her tongue sharply and the two of you quieted down, turning to look at her. Her eyes were trained on you and Rindou gave you a severe side-eye as you tried to shift behind him to step out of her gaze.

“Go to Ayato,” Miss Yua pointed her long finger at you, flicking the air, “He will-”

“Miss Yua!” you complained, watching as she raised her eyebrows at the interruption, “I do not need to be lectured about behavior by Mister Ayato this time! If anything, Rindou and Ran should be going to see him! This is their first time at an event like this!”

“Way to throw us under the bus,” Rindou muttered and you giggled, he only glared at you from beneath his long bangs. 

“Go,” Miss Yua said, and it wasn’t up for argument so your shoulders dropped and you pouted, ignoring the way that Rindou snorted as you turned on your heel and walked away.

“How do the two of you even see under this mop of hair? And what is this dye-job?” you heard Miss Yua snap as you made your way down the hall toward Mister Ayato’s office, “Next week the two of you will be dragged to the stylist down the street whether you like it or not. Understood?”

Miss Yua’s voice became muffled as you turned down the hall, distantly hearing Rindou and Ran muttering their agreement before your eyes fell upon Mister Ayato fiddling with a hunting knife on his desk. He placed it down once he saw you approach, you eyed it curiously, never having seen it before, “What’s that from?” 

“My brother’s,” Mister Ayato said simply, walking around the desk to step toward you, “he gave it to me a few days before he passed away.”

You blinked, “You had a brother?” you asked quietly. A brother that passed away like… your throat felt swollen. It’s been a good amount of time since you’ve thought deeply about your parents and little sister, the Haitanis were always sure to keep your mind off of it but…

“I did, he was ten years older than me, died when I was in my early teens,” Mister Ayato said, and you stared at him, waiting for him to explain. He patted your head, “Gang violence.”

… but you’d never be able to forget the pain.

“Oh,” you said, “Like-“

“No,” he responded before you could finish, “Not like the boys’ little delinquent groups, actual gang violence.”

“Oh,” you said quietly, looking up as Mister Ayato sighed deeply, a strange look in his eyes.

“Look out for them tonight,” he said quietly and your brows furrowed in confusion, “This event is going to have a lot of dangerous people, don’t let them do anything that would put a target on their backs.”

You stared at him, “A target?”

Mister Ayato’s face twisted, as if he were trying to figure out how to explain, “You… you are in a unique position. Your uncle is a powerful man, amongst the people that will be at tonight’s event, you will be untouchable. The boys do not have that same luxury, do you understand? You will have to use your status to protect them.”

An ill-feeling settled in your stomach, “They might be in danger?” your voice wavered.

You knew your uncle was involved with shady stuff. You’ve known it since the week of the trial but you didn’t think… You weren’t thinking, why would you want to bring Rindou and Ran around these people? You were too focused on your distaste of the Sugawara boys, you weren’t thinking about others who might be attending the event.

Mister Ayato shook his head, “I didn’t say that. There’s no inherent danger in simply attending the event and I doubt that they change their minds now, just make sure they don’t do anything to bring unwelcome attention, and if they do…”

“If they do, I will take it off of them,” you said firmly, nodding your head, “I understand.”

Mister Ayato eyed you for a minute before letting out another heavy breath, “I wish that your uncle didn’t demand your presence at these events,” he murmured, “he should wait until you’re older.”

You opened your mouth to speak but Mister Ayato only waved you off, “Go, Akira will drive you and the boys to the event. Be sure to stay with them.”

You nodded, walking back toward the door, pausing before turning to look back at the older man over your shoulder, “Mister Ayato?” he raised his eyebrows, waiting for you to continue, “uncle Ichirou doesn’t really tell me what goes on at these events but I know it's more than just a party.”

It wasn’t a question but Mister Ayato looked perturbed, he wouldn’t meet your eye. You frowned.

“It’s not for you to worry about now,” Mister Ayato murmured and you opened your mouth to protest but Mister Ayato gave you a stern look, one that had you faltering, “Go, Akira is waiting.”

--

“Do not do anything rash at this event for whatever reason, do you understand?”

Rindou’s fists were clenched tight at his side as he watched a group of boys his and Ran’s age leer in your direction as you gleefully spoke to an older woman that Rindou didn’t recognize--it was hard to remember Miss Yua’s words as you shifted uncomfortably, bright smile temporarily fading as you met eyes with one of the boys. He and Ran lingered near you, silently snacking on some of the cheese and crackers that had been set up on a nearby table. 

They had been like this for twenty minutes now, standing back while you talked to the older woman, trying to ignore the unwelcome stares of the boys halfway across the room. Rindou didn’t have to ask to know they were the Sugawara boys that you had been bitching about before you all left the penthouse--they were the only other kids their age at the event, dressed in clothes that Ran and Rindou couldn’t have even dreamt of being in the vicinity of three years ago.

Rindou tugged uncomfortably at his own suit jacket, shifting on his feet. He hadn’t been able to adapt as well to the new lifestyle as Ran did--though that shouldn’t have been much of a surprise to him, everything came naturally easy to Ran and that included shifting from a survivalist lifestyle to a luxurious one. The new expensive clothes that you, and now Ran, donned like a second skin felt like a silly costume on him, one that he couldn’t quite get used to. 

“Should we do something?” Rindou asked, watching as another smile wavered on your face at a particularly loud comment. “She’s uncomfortable.”

Ran’s lips twitched down, eyes dark with irritation and a sort of helplessness that Rindou hated seeing on his brother’s face. 

“We can’t,” he said and Rindou’s jaw was tight as he forced his gaze away from Ran and back onto you, a feeling akin to relief sweeping through him when he noticed you bidding goodbye to the older woman and walking back toward them.

And Rindou felt warm when he noticed the smile on your face become wider and more genuine as you drew closer to them. 

“Rindou,” you said and Rindou gave you a questioning look, “Wanna dance with me?” 

Rindou’s face heated up immediately, eyes wide as he looked between you and the dancefloor, taking a step back. Next to him, Ran snorted and grabbed his shoulder, holding him in place before shoving him forward toward you, “Go on, don’t let the princess down.” 

Rindou stumbled forward into you, barely catching himself. He shot Ran a betrayed look but you had already grabbed his hand, “Ran, you’ll dance with me next?” you asked gleefully. Rindou watched as Ran winked at you.

“Of course,” he said, grinning, but Rindou knew from the look in his brother’s eyes that Ran would be long gone before the song was over. 

You didn’t give him the chance to protest, instead only dragging him toward the dance floor, smiling bright as you took his hands into yours. Rindou was sure his face was on fire and he didn’t know why--because it was just you. And I mean, yeah, Rindou didn’t really like entertaining conversation or hanging out with anybody but you or Ran--he wasn’t the most sociable or friendly but he’d never been one to get flustered and-

You moved closer to him, Rindou leaned back. You glared, Rindou looked away.

“I can’t dance with you if you’re holding me three feet away, Rindou!” you said.

And Rindou’s mouth was dry, eyes trained on the wall behind you instead of looking down at you and your pretty dress and your pretty face. Not pretty, Rindou thought viciously as you wrapped your arms loose around his neck, pointedly looking at the hands dangling at his side and he reluctantly placed his hands at your waist, letting you lead him in time with soft music because Rindou had no idea how to dance and you knew it, and he knew it, and Ran knew it from how amused he looked, and if Rindou had to bet, anyone that looked in your direction would be able to tell from how stiff he moved. 

“Why ya so tense?” you asked, a teasing smile tugging at your lips and Rindou scowled, pointedly looking away.

“I am not,” he said and he hated how petulant he sounded because you obviously noticed it from how you tried to smother a laugh. He couldn’t bring himself to be annoyed because your eyes were light and you were happy and Rindou supposed that he could deal with the ego blow if it made you laugh.

“You totally are,” you giggled, leaning in close, and Rindou’s eyes widened as he leaned back instantly.

“Why are you getting so close?” he asked, flustered, sure that his face was burning red. 

“Why are you getting so nervous?” you countered, and Rindou hated how you didn’t even look bothered at the proximity because he didn’t even know why he was thrown off by it--it’s not like this was the first time you’ve ever been this close to him so he wasn’t sure why it was affecting him like this. He hated it. 

He looked back in the direction of Ran, panicked, but the panic dissolved when he caught the strange expression on Ran’s face--Ran hadn’t even seemed to notice that Rindou was looking at him, despite the fact that Ran was staring at you and Rindou, and the grin that had been on Ran’s face had fallen into a more conflicted expression that Rindou couldn’t quite decipher, which was odd because Rindou could usually read Ran pretty easily. 

But Rindou didn’t get the chance to try to figure out what had changed because you were grabbing his arm to spin yourself beneath it and Rindou was focused on not making a fool of himself in front of all of your uncle’s rich friends and colleagues.

But you only laughed, a bright carefree laugh that had Rindou’s chest feeling light and tight at the same time, and Rindou couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips as you finished spinning and leaned close to him, arms snug around his shoulders and smiling up at him before resting your head on his chest. 

And Rindou couldn’t breathe, his eyes were wide and his hands were almost trembling on your waist as you spoke, “I’m really glad you ‘n Ran came, Rin,” you said, and Rindou usually hated when people shortened his name but somehow when it was falling off of your lips, he couldn’t bring himself to hate it. “It would have been dreadfully boring had I been alone ‘n I’m sure those dumb boys would have tried something by now, so thank you, I know this isn’t exactly your scene.”

Your scene, he thought to himself, glancing around at the gilded walls and antiques decorating the room, thousand-dollar paintings lining the walls. That’s putting it lightly.

“You don’t need to thank us,” he murmured, “We wouldn’t just leave you here.”

“Even so, I still want to thank you,” you smiled, looking up at him with such a sincere look in your eyes that it had Rindou tongue-tied, only able to nod in response.

“If I had known we were allowed to bring any old lowlife, I would’ve brought the whore that was eyeing me up on the way over here to make this shitty event less awful,” an unfamiliar voice said and Rindou stiffened, eyes darting over to where one of the boys--one with dark hair and darker eyes, was now standing much closer to where he was dancing with you, eyeing the two of you distastefully.

You didn’t pause in your movements, instead bringing Rindou’s arm up for another spin, “I am not surprised you’d have to stoop to whores for company, Sakuya, nobody would willingly spend time with you unless they were paid.”

Rindou choked on air and one of the boys standing near Sakuya snorted, trying to muffle it with his hand as Sakuya shot him a dirty look.

Rindou eyed the boy from the corner of his eye--Sugawara Sakuya, he recognized, you had warned him and Ran about him and his brothers on the way over. Sakuya was the oldest son--seventeen, a year older than Ran, three years older than you--and he was also the most vocal and aggressive when it came to tormenting and bothering you.

“Rich coming from the girl whose only friends are street rats that only stay around because they need shelter,” Sakuya said coldly and Rindou watched as your expression dropped and your feet faltered, a hurt look spreading across your face.

And Rindou’s ears rung, his blood ran hot and it took all of his self-control not to launch himself forward and rip Sakuya’s head off. Instead, his grip only tightened on you, shifting you behind him so he could step forward.

There’s five of them, five of them and one of him, and he has to protect you. He won’t win—maybe? How well trained are they? He didn’t know, you had mentioned that they were trained in some sort of martial arts but not how skilled. 

“What’s going on?” Rindou nearly relaxed at Ran’s familiar voice coming from behind the two of you, stepping in front of you and next to Rindou.

Okay, it’ll be fine. They wouldn’t beat him and Ran together.

“What? Are you gonna say I’m wrong?” Sakuya scoffed, stepping forward closer to Ran, and Rindou felt anxious when he noticed the dark look in Ran’s eyes, one that promised blood and violence if Sakuya continued. Dread pooled in Rindou’s gut as Sakuya started speaking again, “You think everyone here doesn’t know you’re using her for her money… or are you using her for something else too?”

Rindou’s mouth was dry at the connotation and he could barely even think over the blood roaring in his ears. This fucking-

“Shut your fucking mouth,” Rindou spit out as Ran’s hand twitched at his side, “You have no fuckin’ idea what you’re talking about.”

Sakuya’s eyes snapped toward Rindou, a combined look of disgust and fury twisted onto his face.

“Who do you think you are?” Sakuya said, voice low as he walked closer to Rindou. Rindou tensed, Ran’s fist tightened as he shifted you further behind the two of them as Sakuya drew closer. “You have some nerve even looking in our direction, much less speaking. Know your place.”

“Our place?” Ran asked, eyes aflame and Sakuya only scoffed.

“You can wear all the fancy shit you want but it doesn’t change the fact that you’ll always be street rats. You don’t belong here,” Sakuya spat and Rindou’s jaw clenched at the comment, a strange feeling bubbling in his chest. Ran took a step forward, eyes dark, fist tight.

Fuck, this was going to get-

Rindou’s eyes widened when he felt you fling his hand off of your arm, pushing forward past him and Ran to stand chest to chest with Sakuya, “Bold coming from the son of a family that gets the majority of their money from my uncle. You would have nothing without us, you have some nerve coming to my family to talk about wealth, know your place.”

Murmurs broke out around the group of you but Rindou couldn’t focus on anything other than you—my family, you had said and the words bounced around in his head over and over again, my family, my family, my family.

Rindou bit the inside of his cheek, trying to calm himself down. He glanced at Ran, taking how his brother’s eyes were wide and trained on you.

Sakuya spluttered, “Excuse m-“

“You heard me,” you interrupted, “Get out of my sight, just looking at you makes me ill.”

Rindou gaped, Ran gaped, Sakuya gaped before fury washed over his face. He stepped forward, fist clenched but Ran and Rindou were there first, grabbing his wrists and holding him in place.

“I would listen to her,” Ran didn’t make any sort of explicit threat but the dark undertone was there—listen to her or we’ll make you.

But Sakuya didn’t look deterred—at least not until a new voice spoke up, “Sakuya, father told us not to antagonize the guests,” a new voice said and Rindou’s gaze darted behind the older boy to a younger one with dark hair and cold eyes that made Rindou feel distinctly uncomfortable.

“Kenji, mind your fuckin business,” Sakuya spit out but even as he said that, he ripped his arms from Ran and Rindou’s arms and stepped away, brushing at his sleeves. “Whatever, a pair of filthy street rats aren’t worth the trouble anyway—gonna catch something if we stay around them any longer.”

Rindou bristled but didn’t say anything as they walked away, not now, he reminded himself over and over and over again. He frowned when he caught sight of the younger boy, Kenji, eyeing you curiously before following after his brother.

You tugged at his and Ran’s wrist immediately and they followed along quietly, pulling them away from prying eyes and toward the stairs that led to the upper floor. You didn’t say anything until you opened the doors to the balcony. The cool night air hit him hard, washing the anger away as the distant sounds of the party became muted.

You leaned against the railing, looking up at the night sky instead of at them, Rindou’s feet moved on his own as he joined you at the railing, Ran lingered back. Rindou tried to shoot him a look but only got ignored. 

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, “They’re despicable. I should have said something sooner.”

“You shouldn’t have done that,” was all Ran said in response, “Gotten so nasty with them on our behalf, it could have-”

Rindou remembered Miss Yua’s warning, how their actions could have backlash on you, he felt sick.

You only rose your chin, “Don’t be silly, I’ll always defend you guys. I don’t care who it’s against!” you said firmly, and Rindou’s face was so hot that he swore he was on the verge of setting himself on fire. “Even Uncle Ichirou!” 

“Even who?” 

Rindou’s eyes widened at the sound of an unfamiliar male voice from behind the three of them, he watched as your mouth dropped open as you turned around to face the man that Rindou recognized from pictures as your uncle. You looked thrown off for a second before steeling your shoulders, “Even from you!” 

And Rindou tensed, waiting for your uncle to get angry but instead his expression only softened, if only barely, a fond look in his eyes as he looked down at you. 

“I hope they deserve your loyalty,” he murmured as if the two of them weren’t standing right there. Rindou shifted uncomfortably as your uncle’s gaze landed on him, a contemplative expression on his face. “I’ll speak to Sugawara about his boys. They were out of line approaching you as they did. Don’t stay up here too long, people will talk.”

Your shoulders slumped, “It’s stuffy in there and I hate all of them.”

Your uncle clicked his tongue, “Get used to it, this will be your life when you take over Izanagi from me,” he chided.

“I’m not taking over Izanagi!” you said firmly, “I’m going to make my own company and outdo yours, you’ll see!” 

Your uncle raised his eyebrows, an amused smile twitching at his lips before nodding, “Of course,” he said and you looked disgruntled at his tone but your uncle didn’t wait for another response, turning on his heel to walk back toward the event. 

You slumped as soon as he was out of sight, tossing a petulant look in the direction of where he disappeared to, “I will,” you muttered before letting out a loud, exhausted sigh, leaning back onto the railing and looking back up at the sky.  

For a few moments, none of you spoke, instead just basking in the silence of the night and the distant chatter of the party. It was peaceful--genuinely peaceful and Rindou didn’t often get to experience genuine peace like that so he shut his eyes and enjoyed it, letting out a soft breath at the feeling of the light breeze cooling his skin and running through his hair, your arm brushing against his. 

You broke the peace with a loud shout that startled him, his eyes flew open, watching as you pointed toward the sky, “Look! A shooting star! Make a wish, make a wish!” 

“Shooting stars are bullshit,” Ran said immediately.

“Make a wish!” you demanded and Rindou watched as you shut your eyes, looking up at the sky, a smile on your lips and your hands interlocked. His throat felt tight and he couldn’t tear his eyes off of you to make his own wish.

“What’d you guys wish for?” you asked after a moment and Rindou’s gaze darted back up when you reopened your eyes, looking at the sky.

“We can’t tell you, you idiot!” Ran said, “then it doesn’t come true,”

“I thought you said shooting stars are bullshit!” you accused, pointing at Ran and Ran spluttered, looking away.

Rindou took one last long look at your bright smile and Ran’s reddening face, a tight feeling on his throat as he looked back up at the sky, making his wish.

I don’t want this to end.

---

PRESENT.

You couldn’t breathe, it felt like your throat was stuffed with dust, your tongue was sandpaper. Your eyes were open and your vision was dark and blurry. 

Everything was silent.

What had happened?

You couldn’t move, something was on top of you, the lower half of your body was stuck—you couldn’t see and you couldn’t breathe and you couldn’t hear anything.

Something was wrong, you should hear something—you were at the auction, people were here and then-

And then what?

Your breath quickened, your throat burned. You couldn’t remember. Think, you told yourself, you had to th-

“Ah, shit! Takuya, I’m running late to the meeting, i-what do you mean you’re not at Suvala HQ? Who the fuck is there representing us? …. Damn it, Takuya, this looks so bad on us, we-“

“Y/n?” you looked up at the new voice, a smile pulling at your lips as you recognize the man standing in front of you.

“Hm? Oh! Hey, Takuya, I’ll talk to you when we get to the building, be there in 15, okay? … yeah, see you. Gunter! What’s up?”

You couldn’t see anything. Your eyes were opened, you knew they were opened so why? You craned your neck up, wincing at the pain, your heart was erratic in your chest. 

Your face was wet, you could feel something warm dripping down your forehead into your eyes—blood, you realized what had been obscuring your vision. You lifted an arm, gasping in pain as your entire body screamed and ached in protest. You wiped the blood from your face, cringing as it smeared across your skin.

You gagged at the thick scent of iron, of garlic—garlic, the explosion, Hanma, Hanma had thrown himself over you. And Rindou, Rindou was in there and Ran you didn’t know where Ran was.

You wiped more frantically, trying to blink away the spots and blood staining your vision. Your stomach churned uncomfortably, the remnants of the explosion—the smoke, the fire, it reeked, you couldn’t think over the smell it was consuming you just like it had-

“Shouldn’t you be at the meeting?” Gunter Krüger grinned at you, “Here, I grabbed an extra coffee for Felix, was gonna meet him and Adie at the office, you take it. Don’t tell him it was his though, yeah?”

You laughed, taking the coffee from him and a small sip, “Yeah, my uncle’s secretary held me up on the phone at the apartment. I’m running late, bad look, I know,” you told him, “Wanna walk with me over?”

“Yeah, let’s go, it’s a short walk. I can cover for you so it doesn’t look as bad,” Gunter offered as the two of you walked down the street toward the large glass building in the near distance, “Say that I needed help and it took longer than it should have.”

“Don’t tell Felix,” you winked, “but you’re definitely the better brother.”

Gunter burst into laughter, “You say that until Felix saves your ass from one of those board meetings again.”

“True,” you agreed, “This should be the last one though.”

Gunter glanced at you, interested, “The decision’s being made today?” he asked and your smile fell, knowing damn well that the decision being made was not in your favor.

“Yeah, the dec-” but you weren’t even able to finish your sentence, eyes wide and voice faltering as an explosion rocked the very ground you were standing on, sending you and Gunter both careening to the ground.

You had to get up. Your arms trembled as you tried to push yourself up off of the ground. You couldn’t push up, whatever was blocking the lower half of your body was too heavy for you to push off. Panic began to flood through you, the scent of blood got stronger, the air got thicker. You couldn’t breathe.

You lifted your head up, neck aching but you could make out figures--or not figures? You couldn’t tell. 

Not figures, you realized, grimacing at the debris scattered all over the auction hall, broken seats, remnants of the stage, the balcony near the stage. Your eyes darted around, mouth drying when you caught sight of Hanma Shuji laying unmoving several feet away, body half-covered with debris, evidently having been blown off of you during the blast.

You tried to call his name but it felt as if there were ashes stuffed down your throat, your chest felt tight when you noticed the blood pooling beneath him and you tried to push yourself to your feet again, arms shaking violently but you let out a sharp gasp as your body fell limp to the ground as you failed again.

Get up, you begged yourself, get up.

“Y/n, get up!” your ears were ringing and your eyes were wide, the pavement was cool against your cheek but the air was hot around you, uncomfortably so. What the fuck had happened? You could barely breathe, think, much less rise to your feet. 

But someone grabbed your arm, yanking you to your feet, your eyes drifted behind you, falling on Gunter pulling you to your feet, “We gotta get out of here, t-the building, Suvala it-”

“There are people in there,” you gasped but you could barely hear yourself, looking around at the screaming pedestrians, at the familiar building collapsing in on itself in the near distance, “Felix and Adie, Gunter they’re in the building, we-”

You pulled away from him, stumbling forward to run toward Suvala Headquarters, eyes blurring and throat burning, the only thought circling through your head being to get to your friends.

The pressure was pulled off of you and your eyes widened, you tried to push yourself up but a gasp was ripped from your throat as a hand fisted your hair, yanking you to your feet. You winced, pain shooting through you, you could taste blood in your mouth and you could still barely see. 

Your vision was blurry and spotted as you tried to look around, figure out what was going on--the front half of the auction hall was decimated--the explosion came from below, the other side of the building probably. Hanma had mentioned the storeroom was over there--someone had rigged it to explode? The phosphorus? The phosphorus wasn’t even supposed to be in the building, so how-

Hanma, your eyes darted around, he had covered you, you had to-

The grip on your hair tightened, your eyes widened and your lips parted to let out a cry of pain but nothing came out. You felt nauseous as your head was yanked back, turning it to the side, and your eyes fell upon the bloody, scarred face of Sanzu Haruchiyo, pink hair matted to his forehead and cheeks, eyes wild. His lips were moving--he was speaking.

He was speaking?

You couldn’t hear him? 

Panic began to swell as your eyes widened, as you looked around--you couldn’t hear anything. You should hear something--screaming, the aftermath of the explosion, the building collapsing in—but it was all silent, your stomach dropped, your heart caved in.

Sanzu’s grip tightened on your hair, something sharp pressed against your neck and you gasped as you were forced back down onto your knees, grimacing as a sharp piece of wood dug into your calf, throat burning uncomfortably.

Your knees hit the ground hard, tearing holes into the cloth of your pants as Gunter crashed into you from behind, preventing you from getting any closer to the building. His hands curled around your bicep, holding you in place as you tried to scramble back to your feet.

“Gunter let me go! Let me go! Felix is fucking in there, Felix and Adie, we-”

“If you go in there, you’ll die,” he shouted but his words were barely registering, you couldn’t tear your eyes off of the building, over the billowing thick, white smoke that was expanding over the street and the sky about Suvala Headquarters, the fire that was spreading to nearby buildings, a park full of children. You tried to push him off, his grip tightened, “We have to get out of here.”

“Felix and Adie-”

“They’re dead,” Gunter roared, and you could hear his voice crack. His wife, his brother, they- “If the explosion didn’t kill them, the smoke and fire did--do you smell that?”

Sharp pungent, like garlic--you couldn’t breathe, you barely even think but you were able to recognize what it might mean. Phosphorus? There was no way-

“We need to get out of here--the fire’s just going to keep spreading, we can’t let that shit touch us,” Gunter was tugging you to your feet, dragging you away, and you watched--you couldn’t bring yourself to cooperate as you watched a group of teachers desperately try to evacuate a nearby elementary school, as civilians ran into the building and ultimately to their deaths trying to help.

The smoke was toxic, the fire was spreading faster than people could run-

The fire, your eyes darted around, the smoke was rising on the other side of the room, fire spreading. You had to get out of here.

You tried to tug at Sanzu Haruchiyo’s wrist, “Fire,” you tried to say but you couldn’t hear yourself, you didn’t know if he could hear you, you didn’t even know if the words were coming out correctly, “We have to get out of here, the fire-”

The grip on your hair tightened, shutting you up, you inhaled sharply as something sharp dug harder into your neck--a knife?

Your head felt fuzzy and you would have swayed were it not for Sanzu holding you up, your eyes drifted around, vision doubled and you caught sight of Hanma on his hands and knees, something puncturing his side, blood dribbling from his mouth and smeared across his face but he was alive and as much as the man might cause you discomfort, you were relieved because you were pretty sure he had saved your life.

He was saying something, you could see his lips moving but you couldn’t hear and you couldn’t quite make out the words through the movements of his lips. He was angry, spitting out words, gaze directed toward you and Sanzu. 

You couldn’t breathe, everything hurt--the people, there were so many people in the auction hall. You tried to look around but Sanzu yanked your head back again, you grit your teeth. Your lungs burned and you couldn’t-

-breathe. You couldn’t breathe. Gunter was dragging you by the wrist away from the building, People were slamming into you, desperate to get away, some were trying to run in the opposite direction, yelling for who you assumed were loved ones that were supposed to be in the area.

You felt sick, you couldn’t breathe, you could barely even think, the only thing that kept you going was the hand wrapped around your wrist. He was talking to you but you could barely hear him over the screams and the fire roaring and spreading in the distance. 

What had happened? Phosphorus, that had to be intentional, who would target Suvala? Y-

“I’ll handle it.”

You felt cold, which was strange because the heat of the explosion and the fire should have been overwhelming. There were more people--someone was helping Hanma to his feet and you could only barely recognize Mina. Relief swept through you like a tidal wave, he was okay. Your lips parted to say something but no words left your mouth.

There was someone on the ground next to them, Mina was holding him by the neck.

Kokonoi? You recognized, blood drenching his white hair--he was hit in the head during the explosion. His eyes were unfocused as they fell on you, dazed, blood dribbled from his nose and his lip was split. He had been punched too, you realized, eyeing Mina’s bruised fist.

You felt the knife that Sanzu had at your throat press deeper, Mina’s face twisted, he yelled something, his grip on Kokonoi’s throat tightened. 

A stand-off, you realized, catching sight of the man that had interrupted Ran and Rindou from interrogating you, Kakucho, looking between you and Sanzu and Mina and Kokonoi warily, as if unsure what to do. He held out a hand toward Sanzu, lips moving and you wanted to scream because you couldn’t hear and you didn’t know what they were saying or how you could help.

You could never help, everything that went wrong was always your fault. You never should have come back to Tokyo and-

“I never should have asked you for help!” you screamed at the phone that was laying on the ground of your apartment a few feet away, your uncle was silent on the other end. You pulled at your hair, sobs and dry heaves wracking your body, the news played in the background. “I didn’t mean like this, you know I didn’t mean this!”

“There is no risk of this being pointed back at you. It’s all under control.”

“That’s not what I’m fucking worried about!” 

Mina was shouting, his grip on Kokonoi’s throat was tightening. You could read his lips now but the words weren’t registering in your head--I’ll snap his fucking neck if you don’t let her go. 

“Investigations on the tragedy at Munich point toward a lack of continuity in safety inspections leading to a massive gas line leak.” 

Sanzu shook you violently, blood dribbled down your neck, the knife cut deeper into your skin.

“Nearly six thousand killed in the horrific gas pipe leak at the Suvala office in Munich.”

You had to get out of the auction hall, your hands were trembling, the floor creaked dangerously, the fire was spreading to the walls behind you and it was hot, it was so hot that you felt cold. If you stayed any longer, the smoke and the heat, it would cause irreparable damage. 

“Phosphorus munitions involved in the devastating incident at Munich? Eyewitnesses claim so! What isn’t the government telling us? Why are they trying to brush this off as a gas pipe leak?”

“Have to get out,” you gasped but you still couldn’t hear yourself and you felt sick, you brought a hand up to your ear, desperately trying to blink back the tears that formed when you felt the blood. “The smoke is toxic, the fire-”

“You will get on that stage and announce the merging of Suvala and Izanami. I do not care for your personal feelings on the matter, y/n. I gave you what you asked for, the means of how it happened is inconsequential now. Take advantage of the opportunity or be swallowed by those who will.”

Your body was snapped to the side, your vision went black, pain shot through your head, you reeled trying to figure out what had happened. Your head, Sanzu bashed your head into the debris of the chairs.

“In light of recent events, I, l/n y/n, founder and chief executive of Izanami Connect, will take it upon myself to step in for Chairman Krüger after the tragedy in Munich as previous negotiations dictated. As I move to bring the company under Izanami’s wing, I will take steps to ensure a disaster like this will never occur again. I swear to do right by all of the families affected by this tragedy.”

Your shoulder hit the ground hard, a gasp ripped from your chest, pain ricocheted through your body so intense that it had you blacking out for a second, vision spotty and head fuzzy. Your arms trembled as you tried to push yourself up only to crash back toward the ground. You turned your head to the side, still trying to figure out what was going on.

Your mouth dried as you caught sight of Rindou grabbing Sanzu by the collar, driving his fist into his face over and over and over again and your lips parted to call out for him, eyes blurring with tears because he was alive, he was fucking alive and that all that mattered because the last time-

“L/n-san, I’m so sorry for your loss. I know you were close to both of the Krüger brothers. Chairman Krüger in the explosion and now Gunter… It must be so hard.”

The last time none of them survived. 

Or, well. 

You supposed one actually did. You felt sick. Gunter is alive.

Kakucho rushed toward Rindou, trying to pull him off of Sanzu and someone grabbed your arm hard, yanking you back to your feet. You turned your head, eyes wide, but relaxed when you realized it was Mina, he was looking over you, speaking to you, but you couldn’t hear. You shook your head, trying to focus on his lips but you were seeing double, triple, you couldn’t focus.

Mina seemed to realize, instead only wrapping an arm around your waist to help steady you before motioning for Hanma to follow, fleeing the auction hall and you wanted to scream, tell Rindou to get the fuck out of there but you could barely breathe, your vision was going spotty again as Mina jostled you around, the pain becoming too much for your body to handle before it finally gave out on you.

--- 

You weren’t sure how long it took for you to come back to but your entire body ached and burned when you did. You grimaced at the light, wincing as you tried to push yourself up to figure out where the fuck you were. 

“Careful,” a familiar, gruff voice murmured, “You got fucked up back there, take it easy.”

“No shit,” you muttered, looking at Mina, wincing as your neck shrieked in pain in response to the movement, “Where are we?”

“A safe house,” a new voice said and your gaze drifted to the other side of you, where Hanma Shuji was laying on a bed, shirt rolled up as a middle-aged woman worked on stitching up a wound on his side. Amber eyes watched you curiously, “You’re already up.”

“No shit,” you repeated and Hanma snorted in amusement. “Where’s everybody else? Kawaragi? The guys she was with?”

Hanma looked away. Your eyes turned to Mina, whose lips were pressed together tight before he spoke, “Haven’t heard from her. Apparently, she was supposed to be where the bombs went off, doubt she made it out.”

Oh, something familiar and unwelcome squeezed at your chest. You pushed it away. Stop, you barely even knew her. 

“Bombs? Plural?” you narrowed in, trying to remember if there was more than one explosion but your mind was being torn to shreds and you couldn’t focus enough to remember. 

“Mm,” Mina agreed, “There were two explosions--a smaller one, which we assume was a grenade or something of the sort that set off the phosphorus munitions. Fucking lucky that the majority of it was being held in another warehouse otherwise we’d be melted right now.”

You felt ill. You opened your mouth to speak but paused when you noticed movement from the corner of your eye: Hanma waving away the nurse carelessly, teeth grit as he pushed himself to his feet, rolling his shirt back down, “C’mon, Sugawara wanted to talk to us when you woke up.” 

Mina looked between you and Hanma, a protest on his lips but Hanma simply ignored him, holding a hand out toward you.

“Why?” you asked warily, dread pooling in your gut. 

Hanma shrugged, “Didn’t explain,” he said simply, glancing down at his hand pointedly. Reluctantly, you took his hand, letting him help you to your feet and hook an arm around your waist to help you walk steady.

Mina rose to his feet, eyes narrowed. A mocking smile curled to Hanma’s lips, “Relax, I’ll bring her right back,” he cooed and Mina’s eye twitched, he stepped forward.

You shook your head and he frowned but stepped back, the wary expression not leaving his face, “I’ll be back,” you told him as Hanma started moving toward the exit of the room, not giving Mina any time to respond. As the two of you walked down the tiled floors of the hall outside the room, a dry comment rose to your lips, “Thought Sugawara said he’d bet his life the weapons weren’t at the auction hall.”

The mocking smile on Hanma’s face shifted into a crueler one, a playful look in his eyes that you weren’t quite sure how you felt about, as he looked down at you, “Maybe we should hold him to that, yeah?” 

You forced yourself not to let your eyes widen at the statement as Hanma pulled you down another hall toward a large open room, letting go of you as soon as you got in sight of the others in the room. No showing weakness, you understood as he forced himself not to wince with every step--he had been leaning on you for help as much as he had been helping you, you realized with a frown.

You shook your head, focusing on keeping yourself steady instead of Hanma Shuji so you didn’t make a fool of yourself in front of the other executives of Sugawara’s organization.

Your uncle was here, you noticed the grim look on his face and frowned. He refused to meet your eyes and an unsettling feeling took over--the woman from the meeting, Alyona, was standing next to him and on her other side, looking down at something you couldn’t quite see from where you were standing was Sugawara. 

He smiled bright when he saw you and Hanma, “Shuji, y/n, there you are! We’ve been waiting. I’m glad you’re okay, I heard the explosion was pretty bad.”

Pretty bad, your ears rung as you stared at him, certain that you must not have heard him correctly. Three-quarters of the people in that auction hall were probably killed. And he’s-

“It’s a shame it didn’t take out any of the Bonten executives though,” he frowned, and your eyes narrowed--how did he know that already? You glanced at Hanma but his expression was also tight and you could see the confusion spotting his eyes, “But! It’s not all bad news because we managed to get our hands on one of their executives anyway!” 

Tunneled. Your vision tunneled and the sound around you muted. 

Got our hands on one? But…

Your eyes drifted to the center of attention of the rest of the room, the figure tied on the ground, and at once, your entire world fell apart--the breath ripped from your lungs, the air around you became oppressive and suffocating, everything crumbled in a matter of seconds. 

Ran.

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[teamatsumu]

kept me waiting. (suna rintarou x reader)

summary: for six years, you have loved no other alpha except suna.

word count: 3397

warnings: a/b/o dynamics, alpha!suna, omega!fem!reader, some angst, smut, typical omegaverse jargon (mating, knotting, scent, slick), oral (fem receiving)

tags: @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi @sleepyxxhead @priv-rose

There’s only so long you could have waited.

At 16 years old, you were a budding omega. You had presented recently and were trying to adjust to the changes that came with your secondary gender. You were curious about yourself, and about others as well. In your uncertain new beginning, you met Suna Rintaro.

He had presented as an Alpha about a year ago, and he was more comfortable in his skin than you were. He was brooding and slightly lazy, but endlessly perceptive. Clever. And he smelled to you like a garden you wanted to lay in, surrounded by grass and flowers. He brought you comfort. And your novice omega heart fell in love with him.

The kettle whistled, indicating that your water was ready for a cozy cup of tea. You pour it into a cup, grab your muffin and your tea before settling on the couch. It was evening time and the TV was on, loud cheering emitting from its speakers. You placed your blanket over your lap and then rested your plate on it, finally turning your attention to the screen and the live game that was about to start. You had never once missed a game of Suna’s, after all.

Almost 7 years since you had first met the boy, and to this day, you heart yearned for him. He was your best friend, your most personal confidant. The love of your life, though that fact was not known by him. Your Omega had attached herself to him explicitly, vowed to love him forever, and despite him not returning your feelings, you hung on to the tiniest, withering hope that somehow, things between you two would work out.

The game was an exhilarating one, and in the end, EJP Raijins came out of it victorious. You watched the team celebrate on screen, grinning wide and cheering them on silently. When the camera panned to Suna, your heart squeezed. You shot him a quick congratulations text, asking him how he wanted to celebrate. Suna had informed you beforehand that he would be crashing at yours after the game, since you lived so close to the venue. You had enthusiastically agreed, of course. Any excuse to spend more time with him.

Half an hour later, your phone pinged with a reply from him.

‘Will be back late, sorry.. dont wait up’

You pursed your lips in disappointment before sighing loudly and resigning to an early night. It was fine, you were tired from work anyway, so getting extra sleep will be good. But spending some time with Suna….

He had been so busy lately, with rigorous practices leading up to the beginning of this season. You hadn’t seen him in weeks, and you didn’t enjoy that fact, nor did your omega. You missed him terribly. You swallowed down your sadness and trudged into bed. It was a familiar feeling when it came to Suna. The yearning and the realization that he wasn’t yours.

When you woke up the next morning, the sun was high in the sky and filtering through your closed curtains. You groaned and cursed softly, not expecting to sleep in so late. Your mood only lightened when you walked into the kitchen and found Suna sitting on the island, scrolling through his phone over a steaming cup of tea. His hair was messy and unkempt, indicating that he just woke up, but the sight of him had your face lifting with a smile.

“Rin!” You greeted, clearing your throat when you heard how hoarse your voice was. “Congratulations on the game!”

“Hey,” His smile made your heart squeeze. “Sorry, did I wake you last night?”

You blinked in confusion. “No?”

“Oh.” He chuckled and ran his hand through his hair. “Good, good.”

You eyed him for a moment, trying to gauge what he meant. You walked toward the kettle that was still going, planning on pouring some of it for yourself too. As you moved past the man, a scent hit your nose and your body stiffened.

Omega.

There was no doubt in your head. It was an omega scent, wafting off Suna in waves and mixing intimately with his own wonderful scent. You froze behind him, nose twitching when you took another deep breath and identified the scent even more distinctly. You didn’t recognize it, but you knew it was omega. And the way it was coming off Suna, focused so closely on his scent glands meant only one thing.

“Why’d you get here so late, Rin?” There was a little tremble in your voice.

Suna didn’t seem to notice, scrolling idly through his phone, distracted. He hummed a bit in question before replying.

“Drinking with the guys.” He drawled.

And then? You didn’t ask. It wasn’t your place. You loved foolishly believing that Suna was your Alpha but he wasn’t. And you couldn’t exactly tell him to not see any omega when you didn’t have any claim on him either. Silently, you left the kitchen, hoping he wouldn’t call after you, walking into your room and closing the door. You leaned your forehead against the warm wood and closed your eyes.

Stupid. Stupid. What right did you have to feel the way you did? Suna wasn’t yours. He could be with anyone he pleased. He could sleep with other omegas. Scent them. Court them. Knot them. Your throat tightened.

So then why did you feel like a wounded animal? Why was your omega whining like she had lost her mate and not some random alpha she had unfairly been obsessed with for so long? In moments like this, you hated your secondary gender. You hated your omega. You hated that you were so in love with Suna that this felt like cheating to you.

However, your hurt was exclusively your own, and you couldn’t project it onto anyone else. Suna was here now, and even though the sight of him made you weep, you still found joy in being around him. You would spend the day with him, and get the closure you needed. Then you would lick your wounds and move on. You had waited long enough.

So that’s what you did. And here you were now, a week later, sitting across from an Alpha you had met just today, listening to him talk about his job and his hobbies while you smiled and nodded. There was an almost bitter undertone to your feelings. Over the days, your sadness had transformed into anger. It was unjustified and not really something Suna deserved, but you still directed it at him. Because he had ruined you for anyone else.

The Alpha before you was a perfect gentleman. He was a friend of your friend’s, and everything she had told you about him was true. He was kind, well spoken, good looking. He knew how to carry a conversation, since he was doing most of the talking while you rolled around in your own head.

But he wasn’t witty. He wasn’t quick and sly. He didn’t have a thin, cutting smirk and narrow green eyes that pierced through you. He didn’t smell like freshly cut grass and cool, open air.

He wasn’t Suna.

After the date, he walked you to the train station, where you claimed you would get on the train home. He gave you a respectful hug and smiled kindly when you said you would call (you wouldn’t call). Then, when he mixed in with the crowd and disappeared, you turned around and walked straight out, beginning to trudge on foot to your home.

Your thoughts were all over the place, your eyes were lined with unshed tears, your breath felt like it was trapped in your lungs. You didn’t comprehend the stupidity behind walking all the way home, and how it would take hours. Your friend texted you, asking about the date. You didn’t reply. Instead, you tapped on that one cursed name that you couldn’t wipe from your mind and sent only two words.

Fuck you.

It took you two and a half hours to walk home. It could have been quicker if you weren’t in heels. After about half an hour of walking in them, your feet began to hurt. You used the pain to distract yourself from the jumble of thoughts in your head, and by the time you got home, you didn’t even want to look down at them. You couldn’t imagine how bad they looked, if the tingling and shooting pains were any indication. It now traveled up your legs and to your lower back, aching all over. At some point, the air nipped cold at your cheeks, and you finally noticed that it was because of the tears that now ran down them.

When you unlocked the door and stepped inside the warmth of your apartment was the first time you seemed to be aware of your surroundings. You froze just inside the door when a large figure blocked the light, making you look up at a scowling Suna.

“Where the hell were you? I was calling like crazy!” His voice was louder than his usual register, and more emotional. You blinked a bit and sniffled. Your skin felt stiff because of the dried tears. Your feet still screamed.

“Why are you here?” Your voice was low.

“I’m-” Suna’s eyes traveled down, and they widened slightly at the sight of your feet.

“What did you- did you walk?”

You sighed and lumbered past him, ignoring the pleading protests of your feet to get the weight off them. You finally sat down on the couch, feeling no better. The pain was still there. You kept your focus acutely on it, trying not to look at the one man who was causing your misery. But he seemed adamant on making himself known, kneeling before you to help take off your shoes. You jerked your legs away. Suna looked up at you, shocked.

“Don’t touch me.” Your voice was cutting.

Something flashed in his eyes. “Let me help.”

“I don’t need your help. I don’t need you.”

Suna reached for your shoe strap again. “Don’t be stubborn, omega.”

You felt your blood boil and you finally raised your voice. “Don’t call me that!”

He eyed you for a moment. “What? Omega? Aren’t you one?”

“Suna-”

He glared at you. Glared. A withering look that almost made you shrink. But your emotions were too great. You grit your teeth and didn’t say anything. Didn’t address the fact that you had called him by his last name for the first time in six years.

Suna peeled your shoes off your feet as gently as he could. But it hurt regardless, and you hissed when they finally came off. He ran soothing hands over the tender, angry skin. You tried not to think about his touch, tried not to sink into the feeling. But your efforts only made tears gather in your lash line once more. You eyed his raven hair, his head bent low to look at your feet. He sat cross legged before you, laying light touches on the swollen parts of your feet.

“Why are you here?” You repeated.

“Well, when my best friend texted me a colorful ‘fuck you’ out of nowhere, then proceeded to ignore all my calls, I was understandably worried.”

You sighed and looked away just before he could meet your eyes. He continued. “You wanna tell me what that was about?”

You didn’t reply, pointedly looking away. You cursed at the moment of weakness that caused your lapse of judgment and made you text him. Him showing up was your own mistake.

He exhaled loudly, looking down at your feet that he was still gently massaging. “I didn’t sleep with anyone.”

Your head snapped to him in shock, eyes wide and mouth dropped open. Suna didn’t look up, but his lips twitched into a little smile.

“That’s why you’ve been acting so weird, right? For the last few days? You were pissed and sad that your Alpha slept with another omega.”

Your mind reeled, and you sat frozen as you tried but failed to absorb Suna’s words. Your alpha?

When he looked up, his lips were tilted in a crooked smile. “I wouldn’t do that to you, baby.”

Again, you lurched. You tried to pull your feet from his grasp, to stand up and get away from him, put any distance between you two. Maybe his scent was making you heady. Maybe you were hallucinating. He gripped at your leg, making sure you stayed put.

“You’re- I don’t know what you’re saying.” You rasped.

Suna chuckled before sighing a bit defeatedly. “I wanted to confess in a more romantic way than this but you started being all distant and shit. I can’t see you like this.”

You couldn’t believe it. You had so many questions and not enough answers for the predicament you were in. And Suna’s pretty forest eyes didn’t help keep your head straight either.

“You- what do you mean confess?”

Suna’s hand ran up your bare calf lightly, you felt goosebumps rise on your skin.

“What do you think it means?” He countered in classic Suna fashion. Answering your question with a question. “Telling you that I like you. Taking you out. Courting you. Mating you. The whole she-bang.”

For the hundredth time today, tears filled your eyes. “Rin….”

He watched you, eyes forlorn as you silently weeped. His hand still rubbed comfortingly over your legs. Up and down, slow motions. His touch grounded you.

“You made me wait-” You hiccuped. “-for so long.”

Suna continued eyeing you. He leaned forward to rest his head on your knee. “I thought you knew how much I liked you. I spend all my time with you. I scent your clothes, dammit. I thought you weren’t saying anything on purpose. That you wanted to come to me on your own terms.”

You smacked his shoulder hard. He didn’t even budge. “You are such an asshole.”

Suna chuckled a bit before turning his head and laying a kiss on the side of your knee. The skin tingled. He pulled away only a hair, and his breath hit your skin. A chill ran up your leg. Suna turned his head only slightly, his eyes meeting yours. Your heart skipped. Heat ran down your body, settling at the base of your stomach.

His lips skimmed over the bare skin of your knee. His left hand, placed on your right shin, traveled slowly up your leg until it dipped below the hem of your dress. Your breath caught in your throat. Your core grew damp. Suna’s gaze heated up, and his lip twitched with a tiny smirk.

“I can smell you.”

You bit your lip when his hand traveled up, up, until his skin was meeting delicate lace.

“So wet, omega.” He nipped at your leg. “And I haven’t even done anything. So good for your Alpha. So ready.”

His unoccupied hand hooked under your knee and tugged until your hips reached the edge of your couch, until you were laying back on it. Your eyes didn’t leave him. His words ran straight between your legs, making you clench hard. You bit your lip and looked at Suna with teary eyes.

“Rin.”

You had nothing else to say. Suna let out a breathy laugh and increased the pressure of his thumb on your slit. You gasped.

“Will you be good f’me?” His voice was octaves deeper. “Let me eat out your sweet little pussy?”

His crude language made you moan. Suna finally moved, lips going higher over your thigh until he bypassed your body completely and leaned up to connect his lips with yours. You grasped the sides of his face, kissing him back hard and deep. You poured every emotion into that one kiss, letting Suna lap over your lips hungrily. His scent enveloped you like a comforter, one hand pushing up the skirt of your dress while the other’s movements grew more urgent on your clothed pussy. You were slicking up rapidly. You could feel it run from your hole and down your ass until it landed on the couch. You couldn’t give less of a shit if you were dirtying the furniture. Your brain was rapidly turning into mush as your omega preened under Suna’s attention, his tongue invading your mouth like it was his own and he was only reclaiming it.

“Pretty baby.” He rasped into your mouth. “Good little omega. Get wetter for me. Need to drink all your juice.”

Your face felt like it was on fire, and you whined right against his lips. When he pulled away, you tried to chase after him, already addicted to the high that his lips brought. Suna hummed in amusement and tugged on your panties, pulling them off your ankles. He pressed the fabric directly to his nose and breathed deep. You watched him with half lidded eyes as you bit your lip to hell.

“You smell so fucking divine.” Suna groaned. “Always thought so. Loved cuddling up to you. Being close to you. My lovely omega.”

You moaned again, feeling how you gushed at his words. You didn’t realize you were into praise, but when it came from Suna, it lit a fire inside you. You clenched hard around nothing, now acutely aware of your rapidly building need.

“Rin,” you gasped. “Please. Please.”

“I’m here, baby. I’ve got you.” He shamelessly pried your legs open. You let him. “I’ll take such good care of my omega.”

His first lick was a thick stripe up your open slit, filthy and hungry, before he licked harder and faster over your clit. You gasped at the contact, the urgent relief of finally having stimulation you were craving so much. Your fingers automatically buried themselves in his soft hair, tugging tight at the roots. Suna hummed his approval and suctioned his lips on your clit, lapping and slurping like he was a man starved.

He was glorious at it, eating pussy like it was his last meal, hands holding your thighs apart firmly so his movements were unhindered. Stars burst in your vision and your hips jerked, not sure if you wanted to lean into him or tug away from how intense it was. Your torso undulated and arched, tears ran down the sides of your face and you moaned unencumbered. Suna seemed to enjoy it, because he pulled off with a wet smooch and replaced his lips with his thumb, not leaving you dry for one second.

“So fucking delicious.” His voice had gone scratchy and wrecked. “Good fucking girl. Moan for me, baby. God, I could do this forever.”

You felt something prod at your entrance before two fingers rapidly sank into you to the knuckle, curling hard and rubbing at your walls. You cried out again, not even embarrassed by how wet the noises became, how potent your scent was becoming, you badly you needed to cum on his fingers or you didn’t know what you would do-

His lips sealed over your clit and you were gone.

Suna didn’t even slow his movements as you reached your high. He helped prolong it, sucking harder and pushing his fingers in and out of you, scissoring and curling until your walls felt abused and used beyond belief. You wailed and weeped as you dug your fingers into the couch cushion under you. You had slid so far down the couch that it nearly bent you in half. You tried to close your legs and Suna finally pulled out, kissing over your mound a few times before he leaned up and attached his lips to the skin of your neck, licking and biting lightly over your scent gland, trying to embed his own scent into you. The feeling of him so close to that spot had your mind reeling. You hugged him close.

“Bite me.”

Suna kissed you again. “Not like this.”

“But I love you.”

He chuckled and sucked lightly on your skin until it darkened. “Still won’t mate you on a couch. When I do it, it’s going to be with your cunt full of my knot.”

You flushed and groaned in embarrassment, feeling the way your core pulsed again. Suna laughed and nuzzled your neck.

“Don’t worry. I have a lot of loving to give you before we get there.”

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