A not so irrational fear
Ran x F!Reader x Rindou | 4.7K+ Words
Summary: In where you’ve been friends with Rindou for the longest time, and you’re still scared shitless of his brother.
Warning: Ran Haitani, Smut, MDNI, sub reader with a vagina, yandere-ish(?), dubcon, blood, tears, obsessive/possessive behaviors, manhandling, violence if you squint, cunnilingus, She/her, verbal fight, fingering, penetrative sex, creampie, dick rubbing, mentions of shooting, injuries, Age in blogs to interact.
A/N: Part of Sei’s ( @sei-zu ) 800 followers event/collab Double Trouble | Idk what I did 🧍🏻♀️💕💜 hehe I’m sorry
“Is it your Ran-phobia again? You know he would never hurt you, right?” Rindou once again tried to calm your nerves. He could see your hands shaking while you fixed your shoes in the rack at the entrance of his house.
You tried to ignore the constant thought of who else lived in this house since you’ve promised some home-cooked meals, and Rindou promised some quality time together. After he became an executive at Bonten, there was almost no time to enjoy with your long-time friend.
“How do you know that, Rin? He looks at me… weirdly! And he's just... He’s just...” you shivered, just thinking about it.
“We’ve been through this before; you can’t keep running the other way around every time my brother appears; besides, I would never let Ran touch-”
“You wouldn't let me touch what?” the moment you heard his voice, your body hid behind Rindou’s, praying that the older Haitani ignored your presence, but that wasn't the case. “Oh? This?” His hand tried to grab your waist, only for Rindou to groan in annoyance and catch his brother’s wrist in the process.
“Can you not?” Rindou knew his brother enjoyed this game he played by himself. Not you, though; you were clutching the back of his shirt in terror.
At first, Rindou thought Ran had done something to you, his only friend, the only person the younger Haitani trusted with his life, other than Ran, that is. But that wasn't the case; you frantically told Rindou that Ran hadn't done anything, yet, you added with an empty laugh. But the older Haitani made the alarms in your head go ballistic. Rindou could guess why.
The problem grew when Ran learned about your fear of him. Using it against you for entertainment purposes, he once said. The joy it brought him every time you used his brother as a shield, every time you stuttered when greeting him, and oh! His favorite, every time he gets close enough to see your pupils expand in terror, your elaborated breath as he came closer, parted lips to let more oxygen flow in... And it all ends too soon for him because Rindou would go and scold him like he was a problematic child.
Which brought him back to the present, Rindou tightly holding Ran’s wrist. Ran had to accept that Rindou’s reactions weren't that bad, most of the time. His little brother trying to private something from him gets him going. Ran’s been waiting to snatch Rindou’s favorite toy for a while now.
Ran Haitani wants you, the little friend Rindou protects with so much fervor, the only woman that has been denied to him. But Ran wasn’t going to tell that to his brother.
“Rindou, it's okay,” you softly whispered, still not coming out from your hiding spot, “He- he- hello, Ran.”
“Okay, she greeted you, now please for once, let her be,” Rindou never understood the purpose of this, once he suspected Ran did it to annoy him, but there were countless other things Ran could do, so that was not the reason.
“But I haven’t,” Ran said, the eldest Haitani didn't look at his brother, not even once, “let me see you’re pretty face, Y/N, so I can say hi properly,” Ran’s gaze was on Rindou’s left side, where he believed you would pop out. And he was right on the money. You peeked from behind Rindou, and surprise! surprise! Ran was there, staring directly at you. Those heavy-lidded purple eyes were suffocating you. The older Haitani was delighted the moment he saw your eyes open wide, those big doe eyes that Rindou could stare at as much as he wanted. while, Ran had to be satisfied with fast glimpses. That wasn't fair, now, was it?
Someone up there, sky or heaven, must have thought the same as Ran because not soon after he thought about the unfairness of his situation, Rindou’s phone began to ring. The youngest Haitani picked up but not before giving his brother a warning glare.
Soon, Ran would find it was the sound of an opportunity.
From what you could gather from the call, it was Sanzu on the phone, and you knew what that meant. After hanging up, Rindou informed Ran of an emergency, then turned to you and apologized. Explaining he needed to go and that he would reschedule your date night. The younger Haitani looked at you apologetically. This wasn't a new thing for you, but it still hurt, and Rindou knew that.
Both brothers moved, suits impeccable, wristwatches back in place, and last but not least, you saw them place their guns back in their holsters. That was a cold reminder of what they do out there.
You saw them about to leave—your hand stopped Rindou by the door, heart on your throat, beating wildly—scared of the what if’s.
“Please be careful, Rin,” forgotten were your surroundings as you said that, staring straight into his purple orbs—your hand moved higher on his arm, giving a slight squeeze. For his comfort or yours? You didn’t know. Maybe you wanted to feel that something was real before he crossed that frame, not just words and wishes and... to ignore an unpredictable future awaiting for the two of you.
Ran observed the scene unfold before him, clenching his jaw at the distressed face you wore for his brother. “Don’t worry your pretty little head, Y/N, I’ll be there to watch his back,” no, he couldn't hold back from interrupting and making you jump at the closeness of his voice, “but what about me? Wish me luck, hmm?”
“Ran...” Rindou’s warning tone was there again.
“Rin,” you pulled at his sleeve, averting his attention from his brother, not wanting to cause problems before any of their jobs, “I’ll stay and prepare some dishes and leave them on the fridge, kay?” Rindou nodded as he pulled your head towards his lips and left a kiss on your temple.
“Can I kiss you goodbye too?” You didn't need to look to know how close Ran was, the heat of his body already reaching your own—body petrified, not knowing what to do as panic raised in your guts.
“Ran! Hurry the fuck up!” An irritated Rindou shouted, and as always, Rindou saved the day. The youngest Haitani was mad at Sanzu for calling and interrupting; then there was his brother; Ran couldn't leave you alone even for a second, and that infuriated Rindou to no end.
“Hmmm, maybe when I get back, you give me one as a reward for keeping your dear Rindou safe,” Ran threw a wink your way before closing the door after him.
And so... you were left alone. Breathing became easier once your mind acknowledged Ran Haitani wasn't present anymore. Time went by in a blink of an eye. If you were honest with yourself, cooking for two men that ate like four was an exhausting but gratifying activity.
All the food now rested in the fridge. You didn’t notice how late it was when you finished cleaning after your cooking, the darkness of the night peeking through the windows at the Haitani’s household—When suddenly, the loud bang of the entrance’s door and heavy grunts startled you.
Ran had a rough day, from Rindou bringing you home without telling him to almost losing said brother that same day because of the god-forsaken job. The job, Sanzu had assigned them was not an easy task, but when were they?
The dumbass of his brother had his head in the clouds, probably thinking of you, and Ran doesn't blame him. You were astonishingly beautiful, breathtaking. But Rindou had to be thinking about your pussy, one that ran still hasn't tasted, when the loose ends they had to take care began shooting at them. Two bullets grazed his left side, nothing life-threatening, but a lot of red liquid drenched his shirt. If Ran hadn't pushed Rindou, those two grazes would have been holes in his brother’s skull.
Rindou had freaked out, Kakucho sent Ran home, Sanzu laughed his ass off, and Mikey ignored the whole thing. The usual. The youngest Haitani decided to stay and cover for Ran; there was still some stuff left to do at the HQ.
So once Ran got home, ready to sleep the night away, the last thing he expected was to see your eyes staring back at him in the hallway, eyes that examined the red stain on his left side and opened wide in shock. Before Ran could mutter a word, you pulled him by the arm towards the kitchen, plopping his body on a chair and then walking away. Not a minute later, you came back with the first aid kit.
“I think I did die,” Ran blinked multiple times, still not believing what you were about to do, “where did my scaredy-cat go?”
“I might be scared of you, but I don't want Rindou’s brother dead, and I'm not your anything,” oh... So he was Rindou’s brother, not Ran, not a man in your eyes? Not a man on his own? Ran was always the headline of the story; he came first, but never for you. And that infuriated him to no end.
Ran saw you kneeling beside his injured side, ending the conversation with your I’m-not-yours statement. Your fingers worked with the buttons on his shirt, faster than what Ran hoped for. Never did your gaze stir from its goal, his injury. Sad was the eldest Haitian; not once did you admire his sculpted body, the black patterns adorning his skin. He was a mare patient, and you the doctor.
The prior disappointment didn't last long since Ran decided to take this as an opportunity to admire you instead. The sting of the dark disinfectant liquid wasn't doing anything to him; he was too focused on your furrowed brows, on the feeling of your fingers on his skin, the soft blow of hair your nose made. The simple thought that Rindou could have this any day made his chest tighten, instantly remembering that Rindou wasn't here.
His injuries were minors; he acknowledged that and having you playing nurse all for him, all concerned, even if it was for the wrong reasons, made his cock throb in his pants. You kept touching his exposed skin, leaning your weight on his leg, looking for support. Ran took a decision. He had to take you now. Enough was enough.
Abruptly, you were roughly pulled up from your kneeling position on the floor. Ran yanked your body and sat you on his lap; the beating of your heart clogged your ears, and as much as you wanted to escape from him, you couldn't. You were petrified.
“Now, this is so much better, right?” said Ran. You felt his hands hold your wrist; you couldn't do anything, too scared to move, too frightened to think straight. His hands moved yours, placing them on his hard chest, “feel this?” Your palms cruised through the thick muscles on his abdomen, traveling up and down on his grip, “All yours, baby,” at his words, Ran saw you blink for the first time in a while, and that's when he took the chance finally join your lips together.
Ran was kissing you so good as his hands roamed all over your body—gripping, twisting, handling you to consume it all. You could feel his groans and grunts vibrate through you. This was a feral Ran Haitani; this was the Ran you should have feared. But surprisingly, you didn't. Yes, you were scared, but not like before; it was a different kind of danger, you realized too late.
Having you on his lap, heating cheeks, cristal eyes, panting from just kissing. Ran wanted to ruin his brother’s favorite toy and make one for himself out of the pieces he would leave. If he left any, that is.
Ran wore a crazed look, smirking as you placed your hands on his chest, attempting to create some space. For what? He didn't care because he didn't let you. Clashing his lips once again, on yours. His big hands surrounded your ass, squeezing it, almost painfully; you couldn't help but moan out loud, and Ran took the opportunity to invade your mouth, tongue placating yours, slurping your drool as he took your tongue out, molding his lips around it.
He loved how you let him do whatever he pleased, not once naming his younger brother; the only sounds leaving your busy mouth were mewls and what he believed were your attempts to scream his name. Still with both hands placed on your ass, Ran began rocking your clothed cunt against the bulge in his pant. And Oh, how pretty you sounded. He sucked your tongue harder, pressing his lips more to keep it in place. Your jaw was beginning to strain; the gripping of his fingers on your supple flesh burned your soft skin.
Ran held you with want, with need, with desperation.
Dizzy, that's how you felt. Being held by Rindou’s older brother was different from what you thought. Ran was overwhelming, consuming, a storm taking over your foggy brain. You couldn't believe you were sitting on his bulge, rubbing each other with clothes on. But you couldn't stop, even if your common screamed at you to stop, that it was a mistake, you were unable to do so.
For the first time in his life, Ran Haitani was impatient. As much of a gentleman, he wanted to be for you; you were the one that impeded him from doing so. You were so sweet, his precious girl; you will have to forgive him because he couldn't hold back anymore. Forplay be damned, you could take him.
Ran abruptly stood up, making the chair he once sat hit the floor with a boisterous clatter. He held you as if you weighted nothing—hands pressing you harder against his chest as his fingers dug deeper in your buttcheeks. Never did his lips let yours go. Air, such a fundamental need, seemed to no longer matter for his lungs. Ran wanted to live of you.
In a couple of long strides, Ran took you to his bedroom, dropping both of your bodies on the sheets, letting his mouth wander freely all over your neck. You felt his teeth sink in your pulse point, tongue lapping over your skin, making you shudder under him. Clothes flew everywhere, ripping sounds that you suspected belonged to your now gone underwear joined the creaks of the bed. In no time, the both of you were freed, bare for each other. Ran was positioning himself between your legs, the head of his cock already nudging at your entrance.
“Ran- n-no! i-it’s n-not gn-!” Your muffled cries only fueled his desire. Rindou prepares you better, or that was what you were going to say before you heard Ran speak.
“Believe me; I would lap at your pussy, all day if I could, have this pretty pussy slobbering down my wrist, fingers so deep,” he grunted, pushing his cock deeper in your hole, “fuck, my mouth waters just thinking of it,” another push and a whine of your own, “now, understand that I’ve been craving you since Rindou brought you to our house,” Ran felt your warm walls pushing him out, you were so tight, “I wanted to be civil, ask you out, be the pretty boy in your eyes, just like my brother,” he fought against it, the insides of your pussy pushing him out, “but no, for years you got me in second place. I’m gonna show you how much I want to be first in your eyes,” with one last push, he shoved his cock up to the hilt. Ran moaned louder and louder; he couldn't hold back; you were hugging him so fucking tight.
Scratches of your nails adorned Ran’s back; he couldn't move; you felt too good. A mess, the both of you were a panting mess on the sheets. As if time had stopped and that moment would last forever.
Ran was so absorbed by the moment, he didn't hear you scream his name nor the approaching of someone.
“Raaaaaan!”
As soon as Rindou stepped foot through the entrance, he heard your scream, screaming his older brother’s name. Never had he moved so fast in his life.
Rindou Haitani knows things. He knows how Sanzu keeps sweets in his pockets in case Mikey needs one. He knows Kakucho likes raspberry tea. He knows you like him more than his brother. And he knows Ran Haitani wanted to eat you alive. And that gave him so much satisfaction. For once, Rindou got something his brother could never—glad of your Ranphobia because you showed your distaste for Ran, the only person that only looked at Rindou Haitani and never wanted to see Ran, was you.
Sometimes Rindou regrets taking you home that day; he should have kept you locked up for himself; that excuse of best friends was what it was, an excuse.
Yes, Rindou Haitani didn't want a best friend when he met you. But as time passed, he did what he feared the most. He fell hard for you. And he was hoping you did too, which is something he still doubts. You were practically his; your first time was his, so was your second, and third and fourth. But a label was never placed, and you didn't ask either. So he kept it as friendship because it wasn't just sex.
The biggest bullshit he could have done. You could have a ring on your finger by now; hell, you could have been carrying his baby by now. Maybe Ran was right about him; Rindou was afraid.
Regrets and nothing else were present right now because as soon as he got to the source of the scream, he wanted to turn around and never come back. What was the point of being afraid?
Rindou saw his brother balls deep in you—your struggling form under Ran as you sobbed uncontrollably. Rindou moved before he knew what he was doing. He pulled his brother’s hips away from you, throwing the latter to the floor. Your big puffy eyes stared back at him. Rindou wasted no time grabbing your ankle; he tugged you towards him. Rindou inspected your face, then your neck and body. He was Furious, and the clenching of his fist indicated that. Bites and marks on your skins that didn't belong to him, your lips were swollen, pupils dilated. Rindou pulled your head on his chest, cradling your confused face. You wanted to tell him that you were okay, but your words didn't come out fast enough because Ran beat you to it.
“Way to ruin the fun, Rin,” you didn't miss the annoyed tone on Ran’s voice, neither did Rindou, who tensed at hearing Ran.
“Shut the fuck up,” Rindou still gave his back to Ran.
“What is she to you anyway? Hmm? I want her as my woman. I want her, no inhibitions,” Ran stood up, still naked, and made his way towards the two of you, “if you don't want her like that, well, I fucking do,” you couldn't see Ran, but the way he spoke... With so much confidence, so sure of himself. It made your insides go wild as if a fucking zoo had taken over your inner organs. You were burning up in the arms of another.
“Fuck off, Ran, she’s-” Rindou hesitated, not knowing what was the right thing to say, “my friend, yeah, my friend,” and that wasn’t it. You felt like someone had stabbed you on the chest and twisted the blade. You wanted to run, as far as you could. The arms wrapped around you didn’t feel right.
“Why don't you sound convinced?” Ran pressed, “you’re a coward, what are you scared of?” Ran grabbed Rindou’s shoulder and harshly turned him around.
“Scared?!” spat Rindou, “Fucking scared?! I’m not sharing what’s mine! Only mine! You just want her because she belongs to me!” He squeezed you even harder; air left your lungs for a second.
“Yours? Don’t make me laugh! You keep her at arm's length! Maybe you made her scared of me so that-”
“Oh my god! Both of you shut up!” pushing Rindou away; you stood up with the sheets wrapped around your body, “If you’re gonna fight, I'm gone,” you began to walk towards the door pulling the large sheets from Ran’s bed with you.
Your action snapped them back on their senses. Lucid once again, the Haitani brothers knew what to do. Both brothers glanced at each other, and without a word, they moved simultaneously. Ran and Rindou stepped on the sheet you were carrying, making it fall off your body, leaving you naked, showing your back to their wandering eyes.
“Wha-” you began to say.
“You’re not leaving,” replied Rindou.
“Yeah, we’re gonna talk,” Ran continued after his brother.
“A second ago, you were about to-” you stood bewildered. They were at each other throats just now.
“It happens,” they said at the same time. You blinked.
“It happens,” you mocked them under your breath when suddenly a smack on your asscheek made you jump and squeak in surprise. Rindou’s large palm rested on your ass; then he gripped it, pushing you against his chest once again. Instantly you felt a second body behind you; Ran placed kisses on the nape of your neck, his hands scurried under your chest, massaging them, molding them to the shape of his palms. “What- what about the talking?” You said, panting.
“We are,” Rindou slid a finger between your legs, slowly touching your swollen bud, making your body tremble, how your body relaxed to the familiar touch. On its own, it moved; unconsciously, you searched for Rindou’s warmth and Ran noticed. The older Haitani, with a frustrated groan, pulled you back, rubbing your ass on his pulsating cock, smearing precum on the surface. “Jealous much?” taunted the younger Haitani, “marking her like a dog,” darkly chuckled Rindou at his older brother's desperation.
“So what if I am,” answered Ran, trying to take as much of you as possible. Gripping, palming every inch of skin with urgency.
They were behaving like two children fighting for a toy. One tugged, the other pulled.
“Don’t forget, she’s mine, Ran,” the smile on Rindou’s face was present in each word.
You didn't notice when Rindou had discarded his clothes nor when they had moved to the bed. Ran placed you on his brother’s lap, pushing you flush against Rindou; the older Haitani dipped in for a kiss knowing Rindou would be watching. And you gave in, like a lifeless doll to their mercy.
Meanwhile, you were barely keeping your head straight, a mess of mewls and moans, not minding their senseless banter. If it weren't for their large hands holding you, you would have crumbled to the floor. Too lost in the feeling of Rindou’s fingertips playing with you, the heat of their bodies overwhelming your senses.
“Ah- baby, I love those lips,” breathed Ran, “wanna have them wrapped around me.”
“Get to work first,” interrupted Rindou, “don't think I didn't notice how tight my baby was; you asshole didn't prep her.”
“Of course, sorry, pretty,” looking at you, Ran’s eyes twinkled, his lips left a trail of wet kisses as he moved down while Rindou spread your legs with his own, giving space for Ran to settle there.
And it was true, all Ran said earlier. He had your cunt slobbering on his chin in no time. Slurping sounds reigned in the room; your whimpers drowned in Rindou’s mouth. Rindou had you locked on his limbs, and as much as you wanted to close your legs, you couldn't. He didn't let you.
One orgasm, done, and your lucid mind was gone; it was all like a hazy dream. Ran didn't like the spotlight taken away from him, and as soon as he noticed your high was fading away, he sucked your bud—tongue, harshly pressed lines back and forth. Ran was desperately trying to draw another release from you. Your throaty moans of his name sent him into a frenzy, inserting two fingers in as his tongue lapped heavily on your bundle of nerves. The flicks of his wrists and scissoring motions of his fingers on your gummy walls had your hips bucking, only to be stopped by Rindou’s hold on your body.
“She’s so fucking tight, ain't she, Ran?” said Rindou, dick twitching and leaking just at the thought of your heat wrapped around him.
With a pop, Ran let your clit go, replacing his tongue with his thumb as his fingers continued to force themselves in, “fucking precious, Rindou, her pretty little cunt won't let me in,” replied Ran before going back to his task.
-
“Again,” said Rindou as your body shook in his grip. His arms surrounded your form, hand on your neck, teeth clinging to your soft earlobe. Another orgasm by Ran’s tongue had your eyes rolling back, drenching the older Haitani as he kept eating you out on Rindou’s lap.
“Wa... Want you in me,” You breathless whisper caught their attention. You could only withstand so much like this.
“Who?” asked Rindou, biting the shell of your ear.
-
Ran laid down with you on top, holding your legs at each side of his waist, his cock covered in your juices, pressed between your clit and his lower stomach. But he couldn't stick it in, not when Rindou was currently shoving his cock from behind and in between your pussy lips. The younger Haitani held your arms back as leverage for his incessant thrusts; Ran glided your body, grinding your puffy bundle of nerves over his cock again and again, making a mess, as his brother rammed in you. The slick dripping from your cunt worked as a lubricant for his aching cock. Moans, grunts, and each other names flew left and right. The whole room boomed with filthy sounds.
Ran doesn't remember you answering Rindou’s question. Not that you didn't want to, but your brain was too deep in the ache of your gaping hole to care. Not that it mattered when you were making a mess on his stomach.
Rindou kept an animalistic pace, your head bobbing up and down from the force of his hips colliding with the plump of your ass. “Look at her, Ran, beautiful, so fucking perfect creaming on my cock,” Rindou held your face by the cheeks, directing your fucked expression to his brother. Your walls clenched on Rindou’s shaft at his words, your half-lidded eyes connected with Ran’s. The latter groaned at the sight.
You were close, again, the avalanche-like tremors already beginning. Rindou had to push harder to stay in, your walls closing on him, pushing him out—deadly grip on. A string of curses left both brothers’ lips. One too lost on the feeling, and the other too lost on your contorted face of pleasure—a dream for both. The friction created by the constant movement of Rindou’s hips, Ran’s cock bumping your clit, and the wave of praises from whispered to your ears had you cumming in no time. Not far from you was Rindou, flooding your insides in his warm translucent fluids. As Ran saw the both of you reach your peak, the knot on the tip of his cock broke, dirtying your stomach and his. Not a care in the world. Your whines and mewls didn't stop as Rindou kept pumping you full, holding you tight against his chest, not letting you sink on his brother.
Loud breathings and sweating bodies on Ran’s mattress. After your high, Rindou had rolled to the side, still holding you.
“So... When can I have her?” said Ran.
“Never. This is a one-time thing,” replied Rindou as he brushed his fingers through your hair.
“What?!” Ran abruptly sat up.
“Shhh, Y/N’s sleeping,” whispered-shouted Rindou.
“Bullshit, I wanna hold her too,” argued Ran.
“Get your own,” answered Rindou.
“She’s not yours,” insisted Ran.
“At least she’s not scared of me!” countered Rindou.
And the discussion continued for a while. Brothers. You mentally reprimanded yourself; you had to love one and be scared shitless of the other. But now you know why... maybe you liked the latter a little bit too much.
“Told you she’s awake,” Ran nagged to his brother once he saw you smile. “I’ll go and prepare a bath.”
As you saw Ran’s asscheeks retreating towards the bathroom, Rindou spoke to you, “Told you he would never hurt you.”