05:40am 𐙚 can't stop thinking about being fucked in a chokehold...
just imagine it. you're pressed up against the table with your boyfriend behind you, hips snapping against yours roughly as he holds one arm around your neck with just enough force for you to feel it, but never enough for it to actually bother you.
you're crying, fat tears running down your face as you whine and moan for him. his pace is steady, not too fast nor too slow. the mushroom tip of his cock hitting all of the perfect places inside of you.
"didn't think you'd actually be into this— fuck-" he groans into your ear, and you have to bite his arm hard enough to leave marks in order to stop yourself from screaming right then and there.
"y'er close, huh? gonna cum for me?" he asks, although he doesn't expect an answer from you. he knows you're too fucked out to form a proper thought right now, let alone speak.
his hips pick up their pace, his arm tightening around your neck just a bit as you both near your breaking points. at this point, you're already screaming, babbling incoherently as you finally finish, your release covering both the desk and your boyfriend's lower body.
he lets out a noise of approval from the back of his thoat, biting your earlobe in a pathetic attempt to silence himself as he pulls out just in time of his orgasm, painting your ass and thighs white.
he slowly lets his arms drop from your neck, instead guiding them to wrap around you from behind as you both struggle to catch your breath.
"kinky little thing." he teases you, pressing a gentle kiss into the crook of your neck.
:: hoshina soshiro, narumi gen (kaiju no.8); suna rintaro, miya atsumu, oikawa tooru, sugawara kōshi, a lot of them tbh.. (haikyuu); haitani rindou, haitani ran, kurokawa izana, mitsuya takashi (hear me out.) sano manjiro, kokonoi hajime (tokyo revengers); itoshi sae, hiori yo (shitty little sadist ilhsm), chigiri hyoma, itoshi rin(?), otoya eita ig? (blue lock); shinazugawa sanemi, tomioka giyuu, akaza, muzan kibutsuji (kimetsu no yaiba), and your favs!!
a/n:: I wrote this with hoshina in mind :P I just- UGHH I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM HE'S SO BEAUTIFUL!! 😩 (if you haven't watched kaiju no.8 I HIGHLY recommend it it's absolutely peak) also happy new year everyone :D this is officially my second year of making fics on this account so yay!!
Tokyo Revengers Hcs: The Gift That Keeps on Giving
TR Men x Blackfem!reader
You come home with a thoughtful present, they register it in their own appreciative way, then time skip to them already balls-deep, raw and rough, their gratitude or obsession spilling out in different forms. Featuring: Manjiro “Mikey” Sano, Ken “Draken” Ryūguji, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Shuji Hanma, Kazutora Hanemiya, Chifuyu Matsuno, Takashi Mitsuya, Hakkai Shiba, Ryohei "Peh-yan" Hayashi, and Seishu "Inupi" Inui .
❤︎18+ 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓓𝓸 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽 ❤︎
Manjiro "Mikey" Sano
You come back from a trip with a bag of sweets, the ones he grew up eating. His eyes widen, then narrow—like he doesn’t want you to see how much it gets to him. “You always remember shit like that,” he says, voice flat, but his hand lingers too long over yours when he takes the candy.
Time skip—he’s buried in you, dick stretching you slow, deliberate. His eyes are sharp, lips twisted in something between a smirk and a sneer. “Brat. Always spoiling me. Think you can buy my love?” His hips snap forward, sudden and deep, making you yelp. He keeps you pinned, legs hooked over his shoulders, fucking you so deep your belly aches.
But his hands tremble where they grip your thighs. His jaw tight, voice ragged: “You belong to me, y’hear? Not going anywhere. Ever.” You nod frantically, lips brushing his. You kiss him deep, mouth reverent, hands worshipful as they trail. His thrusts turn brutal, shoving you into the mattress, making the frame groan. You choke out his name, already cumming again, and he doesn’t let up, staring down with wild devotion. He leans close, whispering harsh in your ear: “I’d kill for you. Don’t forget that.”
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Ken “Draken” Ryūguji
You show up at the garage with takeout, the exact noodles he craves after long hours. He blinks at the bag, then at you, like he can’t quite process how you always know what he needs. “You think about me too much,” he mutters, low, almost like it bothers him. But he eats every bite with you sitting on his lap, your thighs spread wide across his.
Time skip—his cock is driving into you from behind, desk rattling under the force. One massive hand on your hip, the other on the back of your neck, holding you bent forward. “Always so fucking sweet,” he starts, hips slamming hard enough to make your breath catch. You moan his name, cunt clenching around him, and his grip tightens. “This pussy—” he grits his teeth, fucking you deeper, meaner, “—mine. All mine. You take care of me, so I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk.”
You cry out, fingers scrambling against the wood, thighs quivering as another orgasm tears through you. But your hips push back because your body is greedy, no matter how far gone your mind is. And he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t soften. His chest presses to your back, hot, sweaty, voice breaking near your ear: “Love you, girl. Don’t even know what to do with you but this.”
I would do unspeakable things to this man...
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Ran Haitani
You toss a sleek watch box at him—you’d noticed his old one cracking. He smirks, slow, sharp. “You keepin’ tabs on me, baby girl?” He slips it on, the gold gleaming against his wrist. His grin is wolfish. “Spoiled little thing, takin’ care of me like this. You know what that makes you?”
Time skip—his dick is dragging through your soaked pussy, pace cruel, deliberate. He’s got your face pressed to the sheets, his hand on your ass as he slaps it hard enough to sting. “Makes you my fucktoy. That’s what.” He pumps in deep, stretching you raw, his laugh low and mean when you cry out. “Aw, poor baby—too much dick? But you wanted to spoil me, right? This is your reward.”
You try to protest, whimpering, but your pussy clenches around him, betraying you. He groans, thrusting harder, deeper—the sadistic edge never softening. “That’s it. Take me. Take it all.” You reach back for him, hand shaky. His eyes flicker down, watching the way yours plea beneath wet hooded lashes. A smirk pulls at his lips. He intertwines his fingers with yours and leans down, voice hot in your ear: “You're so good for me. Always come back to me, no matter how I break you down.”
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Rindou Haitani
He sees the new headphones you bought him, high-end, just his taste. He blinks, lips parting, then scoffs. “You really went out your way for me, huh?” His tone is mocking, but his ears burn red, and his smile is barely contained. He mutters low: “Too good for me.”
Time skip—his dick is buried in your ass, both hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. He’s panting, thrusts sharp and punishing, voice shaking. “Fuck—you’re so tight. Can’t believe you let me in here.” You cry out under him, tears streaking your cheeks as you clench around him. You said you wanted the try since he mentioned it last time. Now, you're slumped against the mattress spent, sore, and trembling at the intensity.
He yanks your hair back, sneering down at you. “Sweet girl, buyin’ me shit. Spoilin’ me. And now look at you—stuffed full of my cock where no one else gets to touch.” His thrusts grind cruel and deep, his hand slipping to rub your clit fast until you’re screaming. His laugh is low, breathless. “Yeah. That’s right. Cum for me, slut.”
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Shuji Hanma
You show up with rare liquor he’d mentioned in passing. He throws his head back, laughing. “Damn—you actually listen to me. Such a good girlfriend.” His eyes glitter, tongue sliding across his teeth. “Gonna have to thank you my way.”
Time skip—he’s got you spit-roasted, his cock in your throat while his fingers pump your soaked cunt viciously. “Gag on it, baby,” he moans, hips snapping shallow into your mouth. “You love this—don’t even lie.” When you choke, he just laughs, mean and wild. “Pathetic. Look at you drooling for me.” The weight of his gaze makes your pulse jump. You moan at his words, sucking harder as you rock back onto his fingers.
Later he’s got you flipped, cock drilling your pussy raw, thighs shaking under the assault. His sweat-slick skin brushes yours with each brutal stroke. His hand smears your spit across your face, his voice dark. “You bring me gifts, you act so sweet—but you’re my nasty little slut, aren’t you?” His thrusts are brutal, every one stealing your breath. He groans, head falling back as you clamp down. “Fuck—yeah. You’ll never get rid of me. I’ll always be inside you.” He doesn't stop even when you're shaking and spent, his gratitude coming out in the form of deep, relentless thrusts that claim every inch of you.
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Kazutora Hanemiya
You come home with a little trinket for him—a keychain shaped like a tiger. He freezes when you hand it over, staring at it too long, then at you. His voice is hoarse: “Why would you… even think of me like that?” He pockets it, but his hand shakes. His smile is cracked, unstable. “You’re too good for me.”
Time skip—he’s got you folded under him, cock driving in so hard the bedframe screams. His hands are everywhere, clutching your wrists, your throat, your thighs spread wide. “You think of me,” he snarls, hips slamming sharp, “you bring me shit—sweet little gifts. Like I’m worth it.” His teeth sink into your shoulder, his thrusts mean, drilling deep into your soaked cunt.
You cry his name, trembling under him, and he moans like a man breaking. “I’ll ruin you,” he gasps, sweat dripping onto your skin. “If you’re gonna stay, I’ll ruin you so no one else can want you.” He keeps pounding you until your voice cracks, until you sob his name through another orgasm. His mouth is at your ear, whispering, desperate. “You’re mine. Forever. Mine.”
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Chifuyu Matsuno
He finds the manga you bought him, signed by the author he adores. His jaw drops, ears flushing red. “No way—you actually found this?” He stares like he doesn’t deserve it, doesn’t deserve you. “You always think of me, don’t you? Damn…” His voice is quiet, almost breaking. He smiles, pulling you by the waist, hugging you close.
Time skip—he’s fucking you sloppy, cock buried deep, pace wild. His hands are on your tits, mouth sucking at your neck as he mutters against your skin. “You treat me so good—so sweet—and all I can do is fuck you like this.” He slams into you, rougher, harder, the sound of skin on skin loud and filthy. “You’re gonna cum for me again. You hear me? Again.”
Your moans turn frantic, thighs shaking as you gush around him. He holds you in place, making you take every inch. He chokes on a groan, thrusts erratic but relentless. "You're too sweet, too perfect—I'm gonna ruin you for anyone else. You're mine, okay? Just tell me you're mine." He buries his face in your chest, hips grinding until you both break, his voice muffled: “I love you. Always.”
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Takashi Mitsuya
You walk into his studio with a neatly wrapped box—new shears, imported, the kind he’s been eyeing but would never splurge on. His lips part in shock, then curve slow. He shakes his head, huffing a laugh. “You really don’t miss a thing, do you?” His voice is soft but his eyes are heavy on you, loaded.
Time skip—he’s buried to the hilt, pace measured, grinding deep enough to make your insides twist. Your thighs were trembling from the previous rounds, slick soaking down your ass, wetting the sheets. His forehead rests against yours, damp hair sticking to his temple. “You—mghn—think of everything for me,” he murmurs, but his thrusts aren’t gentle—they’re deep, deliberate, fucking the words into you. “Every damn detail. How’m I supposed to let you go after that?”
Your nails rake his back, body spasming around him as you cum again, and he gasps, hips stuttering but never pulling out. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groans, voice breaking. His eyes bore into yours, steady and raw. “I love you. I’ll never stop loving you.” His thrusts sharpen, driving deeper, until you’re crying into his mouth as he kisses you hard, spilling warmth deep inside.
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Hakkai Shiba
You stop by with a bundle of new necklaces and earrings, the good kind—sturdy links, real silver, wrapped in linen. He blinks at them, then at you, shoulders tense like he’s bracing for a punch. “You... you shouldn't have spent that on me,” he starts, but his fingers are already ghosting over the expensive jewelry. "I don't know why you're so good to me."
Time skip—He has you pinned against the wall, massive hands under your thighs, bouncing you down to meet his thrusts. His dick is hitting deep, stretching you open with each stroke. His pace is desperate, almost clumsy in its intensity, like he’s trying to merge his body with yours. "T-Thank you, baby. You're so—ughm." You wrap your hand around the new chain, twisting it to choke him while pulling him into a sloppy kiss. He hums into it, fucking you faster.
It amazed you how a man who, for over eight years, struggled to look you in the eye and hold a conversation was now carry-fucking you. He groans, his head falling back as you clamp down. "You're everything to me. I'll get you something better; I promise." He spills inside you—but he keeps going, fucking you through it, holding you in place, telling you how special you are to him.
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Ryohei "Peh-yan" Hayashi
You show up at his place with a new helmet—black, matte, same model as his old one that cracked in that last scuffle. “You tryna keep me alive or something?” he says, tone caught between a laugh and disbelief, but you can tell he means thank you. When he leans in to kiss you, it’s quick, rough, like he can’t handle sitting in the softness too long.
Time skip—You're in his lap, legs trembling as he drills into you rough, desperate. Each thrust sharp, deep—pushing out a string of screams and moans. "What're you screaming for? This is what you wanted, right?" he asked, crossing his arms around your back, pulling you closer. "Brought me something nice. Let me thank you."
Your nails dig into his shoulders, eyes watering as he pounds harder. He cups the back of your head and kisses you. His tongue slides against yours, claiming it like everything else. You reach down to rub your clit, eyes locked with his, which always held that sad but fierce look that you were oddly attracted to. You choke out his name, already cumming, and he doesn’t let up. "M'shiit—Yeah, give it to me. Cum all over this dick. You're so fuckin' perfect like this."
I loove his face
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Seishu "Inupi" Inui
You find a rare, vintage motorcycle manual—first edition, perfectly preserved—and leave it on his workbench. Inupi stares at the yellowed pages, his thumb tracing the spine with a reverence that borders on holy. He doesn’t say thank you with words; he just looks at you, his eyes glassy and dull, before pulling you into a kiss that tastes like a silent vow.
Time skip—You gag around him, drool and precum coating your knuckles as you bob your head, taking as much as you can, moaning around his length. Your wetness leaks onto his chin, his fingers, the sheets. "Mmm, you taste so good, honey. Could keep you like this for hours," he murmurs, words muffled against your pussy. You squirm, but his arm locks tighter, pulling you closer. His tongue thrust in and out of your heat, slurping your juices, nose nudging your clit while he listens to your gags and moans.
Later, he's fucking you prone, cock buried to the hilt. He grabs the side of your face, fingers curled into your jaw, turning your mouth to his. "You do so much for me... always taking care of me," he coons, hips snapping against your ass in slow, rough thrusts. "You love me?" he asks, rubbing your clits steady, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. You moan yes, fingers curling into the sheets, body quivering as you gush around him.
𖤐 syp: smut (18+) shinichiro x reader x wakasa ++ rindou x reader x ran (f!reader) cw; dacryphilia, double penetration, p in v, anal, creampies ++ cum, like buckets of the stuff...
a/n: slight re-write on this one, fixed a few things 𖹭
shinichiro n wakasa
with these two expect lots of bickering and whining, "why does shin get to fuck you first?" and "shuddup, she choose me." all while you're pinned between them like you aren't even there. it's the equivalent of wrangling two over-excitable puppies. it becomes a messy tangle of limbs, you almost get elbowed in the face as the two make grabby hands at your body—pushing and pulling you in opposite directions.
eventually you wind up laying on top of shin with waka hovering over you, sandwiched between their bodies as each of their cocks prod at your dripping, aching cunt. neither wants to back down. you're panting, head thrown back next to shin's as the two of them push in, impaling you on both of their meaty cocks without mercy. a sharp cry is ripped from your lungs, it's overwhelming and dizzying and slightly painful—albeit not enough to ask them to stop. their cocks drag along your walls at different paces, lost in how amazingly tight you are. an orchestra of moans fill the room, all of you writhing together in the throes of bliss. it's nothing like you've ever experienced before, stretched to the max as waka and shin drill into you.
"fuuuck— you keep sucking me back in..." shinichiro groans, eyes rolled back as he bucks his hips along the curve of your ass.
"could fuck this tight pussy forever." wakasa purrs, batting shin's hand away from your tits to play with them himself.
shin's chest rumbles below you, clearly miffed about how clingy wakasa is being. they agreed to share you, but he's not playing fair. you roll your hips, grinding into the two men, pushing them deeper into your wet heat. wakasa sees your eyes rolling back and decides to bring you back to earth. harshly pinching your nipples to get your attention back where it belongs—on him. naturally the other man isn't keen on being ignored, shin tips your face towards his. capturing your lips, and nipping at your bottom lip as you moan into his mouth. your body trembles, legs shaking, threatening to close around wakasa's hips. strong hands grip your inner thighs, pushing them wider, almost in a full split.
you feel shin's cock twitch inside you, signaling that he's nearing his release—by some miracle he lasted this long. moments later thick ropes of cum fill your insides, wakasa grunts at how hard you're clenching while you whimper meekly.
"god— look at that" wakasa hisses, eyes trained on the creamy ring on the base of his cock.
shinichiro whines, spent from his orgasm, just as waka swoops in to feverishly kiss the man below you. heat swells in you, awestruck by the sight, their tongues tangling messily as they fight for dominance.
and instead of pulling out shin stays right where he is, buried into your cunt, plugging his cum inside as wakasa pumps into you. the stretch lessens as shin becomes soft, but wakasa takes advantage of the extra space to pound you into the tall bastard beneath you—fucking you hard and fast like a rabbit.
their lips break apart, saliva string connecting them and wakasa lets out a guttural groan, your vision goes white, body shaking violently as your own orgasm crashes through you—coating both men in your sticky essence. wakasa can only stand so much, and with how tightly your squeezing his cock? no shot. he's a goner. his hips buck as he pumps his seed into you, directly into your womb, mixing with shin's and yours in the messiest concoction on the planet.
all three of you deflate, sweaty, panting and sticky.
(you might as well identify as a cream-filled donut at this point)
rindou n ran
these two are pros at working together, two beasts at mass destruction, the target—your pussy. and well just about every other part of you that they can invade, stretch out and fill to the brim with their cum. they take their time, rindou kissing and nipping at your body; your lips, neck, collarbone, breasts, stomach, leaving hickies and bite marks in his wake—it'll look like you were marred by a wild animal. at the same time ran is eating you out, two fingers scissoring you open as he slowly licks up your sweet, musky juices, savoring the taste of you on his tongue.
if you think they'll fuck you quickly n be done with it you are so wrong. oh no, they won't until you're begging, voice hoarse from pleading, tears staining your cheeks—you look prettiest with a wet, scrunched up tear tracked face—even then expect that rindou will be mocking you, "sucha needy thing ain'tcha?" in that patronizing tone that has you squeezing down on ran's fingers. earning a deep chuckle from the brothers, "look at that... she's already gone dumb." ran adds on, lifting his head to watch you with rapt attention, chin dripping with your slick.
your head doesn't feel screwed on right, all loose and wobbly, just a happy drooling mess. eyes dragging along every inch of inked skin—and there's plenty of that to go around.
they manhandle you on the bed, lifting you like you weigh nothing. you're on your stomach, arms dangling off the bed with rindou positioned in front of you. and while you can't see him, you can feel ran's hands along the back of your thighs—spreading your legs apart to accommodate his body. rin taps the tip of his cock against your lips, smearing a line of pre-cum on your mouth and your tongue lolls out to take him in; he tastes a little sweet, like salted honey.
ran on the other hand has got your cheeks wide open, long fingers brushing against your asshole and spits. warm saliva dripping down to mix into the mess of your own juices. neither gives you time to adjust before the other is acting, ran pushing his cock at your entrance—the stretch burns since ran never prepped you for anal—spearing you on him in shallow thrusts that buck you forward onto rindou. who uses that to his advantage to push in deeper, hitting the back of your throat. your body bounces back n forth between the brothers as they fuck you without abandon. it's hot and intense.
brain shut off completely, just a plaything for them to toy with as they deem fit.
you drag your tongue along the vein under rindou's cock, cheeks hollowed as you suck on his tip whenever he pulls back. such a good girl turned dirty slut. he wonders how much dick you've sucked to be this good. but it's no matter. his will be the only cock that bruises the back of your pretty throat from now on.
ran enjoys the sight gifted to him, your ass jiggling with every hard snap of his hips. perfect body sucking him in, he could live here. sunk deep into you. plant you on his lap as you squirm, trying to hide that he's got you cockwarming him. the thought sends him over the edge—
rindou spills down your throat at nearly the same time ran stuffs your ass full of his seed.
(they last for multiple rounds until you're glazed and leaking with their cum.)
kunaiiikittennn ☆ please do not repost, copy or steal my trash 𖹭
Scene: Bonten men eating you out. 😼
Characters: Sanzu, Mikey, Ran, Rindou, Kakucho, Kokonoi, Takeomi. (Sorry, Mochi :<)
Tags: Fem!reader! Smut! Oral (F. receiving)! Fingering! Dirty talk!
Note: My first time posting smut 😢 hope its good. Also, English isn't my first language. My bad for any mistakes but hope you guys enjoy 🍽
divider crdts: @/diviniyae (red diamonds divider), @/cafekitsune (mdni divider), @/omi-resources (red line divider)
🌹 - Mikey
Mikey eats pussy like he’s trying to forget who he is. Silent, focused, and starving—like you’re the only thing grounding him in the moment. Silent, slow, and deliberate. He doesn’t say much—doesn’t need to. His eyes are heavy-lidded and unreadable as he works his tongue against you, calm and methodical like he’s trying to memorize the way you fall apart. He doesn’t rush. He doesn’t stop. He’ll pin your hips with an iron grip, unmoving, because he hates when you squirm away. There’s something intimate and almost reverent in the way he does it—like he doesn’t think he deserves you, but he’s going to worship you anyway. You’ll come more than once. He won’t say a word. He’ll just rest his head on your thigh afterward, quiet and exhausted like he just pulled himself back from the edge.
🌹 - Sanzu
There’s nothing soft about the way Sanzu eats pussy—he doesn’t aim to please. He aims to ruin. It’s raw, relentless, and loud. He spits, licks, sucks with tongue and teeth, and doesn't care how wrecked you are. If you cry, he’ll smirk. If you moan too loud, he’ll cover your mouth with his hand and keep going, not missing a beat. He moans into you like he’s high off the taste (he probably is), and it only spurs him to go harder. He’s got one hand between your thighs, two fingers buried knuckle-deep, curling just right as his mouth drags over your clit with messy, desperate greed. He talks during it, voice wrecked and slurred “That’s it. Come on, give it to me. Fuck, you taste so good...” And when you're shaking, too sensitive to breathe, he'll look up with a bloodshot grin and ask if you're done—because he isn’t.
🌹 - Rindou
Rindou doesn’t look like much of a giver—until you’re spread out and he’s buried between your thighs, whining softly into your cunt like he’s hooked on the taste. He’s a little rough, a little impatient, but so fucking eager. He loves being used. Will bury his face in you and rut his hips into the mattress just from how good you sound. He’s so sloppy—spit, tongue, fingers curled inside you, like he needs all of it at once. He uses his fingers a lot—fast, deep, curling hard while his mouth sucks your clit like it owes him something. His voice is always a little shaky, like he’s overwhelmed but addicted. He’s the type to mutter “one more” five times in a row until you’re completely overstimulated, legs trembling, begging him to stop—and that’s when he finally pulls back and kisses your thigh, satisfied and wrecked.
🌹 - Ran
Ran treats oral like foreplay and domination all at once. He knows what he’s doing—knows how slow to go, how soft to make it before dragging you straight off the edge. He’ll press a kiss to your inner thigh, hold eye contact, and say something low like, “You gonna behave for me?” And then he devours you. He makes it obscene—spreads you open with two long fingers, kisses your clit, licks slow and lazy while making eye contact, like he’s savoring a glass of wine. And just when you think he’s done tormenting you, he dives in, tongue fucking you deep while his fingers rub circles until your legs are shaking. You’ll be ruined and wrecked—and he’ll wipe his mouth with the back of his hand and say, “You taste better than I remembered.”
🌹 - Kokonoi
Kokonoi eats you out like he's trying to forget everything else. Not like it’s a performance, not like he's showing off—like it’s the one place he can breathe. He moves slow at first, tongue soft, deliberate, hands gripping your thighs like he needs to keep you close or he’ll spiral. He doesn't talk much during it, but his eyes say everything—half-lidded, dark, focused like you're the only thing in the room that feels real. When you moan, he groans against you like he can feel it. When your hips buck, he tightens his grip, exhales a curse, and buries himself deeper like he's starving. His rhythm is steady, thoughtful—but there's this edge, like he’s trying to lose himself in you. Like he needs to. He doesn’t stop when you come. Just slows, softens, mouth dragging against you with quiet reverence until your body goes limp under his touch. Then he rests his head against your thigh, breathing you in. “You’re everything,” he’ll whisper, barely audible—like it slipped out by accident. And maybe it did. But he doesn’t take it back.
🌹 - Kakucho
Kakucho is controlled. Precise. He worships you with his mouth like he’s praying—slow licks, perfect pressure, like he memorized what makes you unravel. He looks up at you the whole time, watching every reaction, and if your breath hitches even a little, he doubles down. He doesn’t do anything halfway, and that includes getting on his knees for you. He’s focused—tongue slow and consistent, fingers curled just right, eyes locked on you to read every twitch of your body. He won’t stop until you come undone completely, until you’re gasping and crying his name, and then he’ll kiss your thighs with reverence like you’re something holy. He eats like he loves. With quiet devotion and no mercy.
🌹 - Takeomi
Takeomi eats you out like he’s got nothing to prove and everything to enjoy. He’s slow. Deep. Methodical. A veteran at this. It’s slow, almost maddening. He’s going to taste every inch of you, feel every twitch and moan. One hand on your thigh, the other lazily teasing between your folds until he’s sure you’re soaked. Then his mouth takes over—tongue firm and deliberate, sucking and rolling against your clit with practiced ease. He doesn’t say much, but when he does, it’s low and rough and just shy of mocking “Look at you, so fucking needy. You were talkin’ big a minute ago.” And when you come for him, he hums like it’s the best thing he’s tasted in years. Then he wipes his mouth, lights a cigarette, and tells you you’re not going anywhere—he’s not done yet.
men that talk u thru it while they destroy ur insides ♡.
oki okie. having sex w ur boyfie can be consensual and gentle at some times, but there can also be nights were he absolutely destroys you in & out >< while he says the sweetest things against ur ear!! eek! it makes u melt into a little puddle like an ice cream melting on the sun.
he has u in a mating press, pussy in display, boobs all mushed against one another as his hips rut against yours. he's huffing and panting like a dog getting its treat before leaning his upper body against yours, his grip on the back of your knees tightens slightly as his hips snap and roll into your pussy. his cock nuzzles in deep into your sopping hole, a lewd squelch erupting along the way.
his lips brush against the shell of your ear, whispering sweet nothings and praises into your ear.
"my good girl, takin' me so well . . . you like it, baby? c'mon answer me . . ."
"i know, i know, sweetie . . . jus' one more 'kay? i promise, one last time."
as he brings you close to another orgasm, he'll always embrace you close to him, assuring you that you're doing such a good job and calling you his good girl :(( all the while ur a crying mess & babbling how it's too much, and he knows that it's too much 4 you </3
"let it all out baby, yeah i got you . . i got you, fuck─ you're so tight, sugar . . ."
"aah─ you're so pretty like this, my gorgeous, gorgeous girl . . ."
"fuck, look at me like that again and i might just fuck you again . ."
he prolongs the pleasure by rubbing your clit slowly in circles as he continues praising you, his cock throbbing and softening inside you as his cum slightly gushes out of your pussy, watching it flow down beneath the wrinkled bedsheets.
"i know i promised that this will be the last one but . . . i can't help it, sweetheart. need ta' fuck you one more time . . . can you do that for me, again?"
synopsis: as a bonten executive, y/n treats hooking up with bonten men after meetings like just another part of the job—routine, effortless, and far too easy to stop.
warnings: smut (18+), explicit sexual content, multiple partners, rough sex, anal sex, semi-public sex, spanking, spitting, cumplay, hair pulling, degradation, choking, dirty talk, objectification, power imbalance, manipulation, possessiveness, markings, orgasm control, overstimulation, light humiliation, drug usage, alcohol usage, smoking, non-consensual image sharing, mean sanzu, reader being a bitch, bonten men being menaces, toxic dynamics, dubious consent (consensual but with coercive undertones), exhibitionism (y/n being watched), implied criminal activity, unsafe situations, minor aftercare but mostly neglect, mild sadism, and very filthy vibe.
notes: wrote this out of nowhere tbh. this is very flithy. i also wanna say that i really think the haitani brothers are sweet when it comes to their girl (sometimes) and not the manipulative womanizer type, but that’s just my hc (is it canon? idk!). and please, i’ve written every content warning i could think of (i’m considerate like that), so please read at your own risk. again, this is flithy. anyway, enjoy! credits to the fanart i used above.
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part 1
the private lounge smelled of expensive liquor, sweat, and sin. dim lights cast shadows over the leather couches, the sound of bass thumping through the floors beneath them. it was routine now—business first, then pleasure. bonten’s little after-meeting tradition. drinking, getting high, and letting loose like they owned the world. because, well, they did.
y/n lounged beside ran, her legs draped over his lap, glass in hand, his arm snug around her waist like she belonged there. and she did—at least for tonight. she took a sip, the burn of alcohol making her hum before her eyes flickered to kakucho, who was already standing.
“c’mon, kakucho, you’ve never joined our after-meeting sessions.” she tilted her head, pouting before smirking. “i’ll let you play with my tits.” then she drank, the ice clinking against the glass.
she clicked her tongue. “boo. god, you’re so boring.”
he ignored her completely, turning to mocchi and takeomi. “c’mon, we have to take care of the clients.”
y/n groaned, rolling her eyes as she leaned further into ran. “you too, mocchi? takeomi?” she huffed, fingers tapping against the rim of her glass before she suddenly grinned. “ugh, fine, go ahead. you just missed a chance of getting a free blowjob!” her voice rang through the room, teasing, shameless.
the three of them didn’t even flinch. used to her mouth, to the filth that spilled from it like it was a normal thing to say. kakucho shut the door without looking back, and y/n simply scoffed before taking another sip.
not like she had sex with everyone… well. okay, maybe something did happen between her and the haitani brothers. and sanzu. and even… mikey. but it was casual. nothing that could affect their work at bonten. just a way to blow off steam, to release tension in the most primal way possible. they were just having fun.
“why don’t you blow me instead, y/n?” sanzu’s voice cut through the music, lazy and dripping in amusement. “i’ll fuck that pretty mouth of yours so you’ll finally shut the fuck up.” a smirk played on his lips as ran and rindou chuckled beside him.
y/n turned to glare at sanzu, already flipping him off before she suddenly gasped dramatically.
“mikey!!!” she whined, pushing off ran’s lap and making her way to the man sitting at the head of the lounge. she plopped down onto his lap, arms wrapping around his neck as she buried her face against his shoulder. “they’re ganging up on me again.”
mikey didn’t react. barely spared her a glance as he pulled a cigarette from his pack, tucking it between his lips.
but don’t get it wrong. y/n was his favorite. she got the special princess treatment—more than anyone else in bonten. sure, she was a little unhinged, maybe even on sanzu’s level, but that’s what made mikey keep her around. the smartest of them all. she kills just like sanzu. no remorse.
and without thinking, as if her body had memorized the action, she reached into the pocket of her blazer, flicked her lighter open, and brought the flame to the end of mikey’s cigarette.
mikey inhaled, the tip burning red, before exhaling a slow stream of smoke.
the lounge was drowning in smoke and sin, the bass-heavy music vibrating through the floor. drinks kept pouring, the air thick with the scent of liquor and something dangerously indulgent.
then koko spoke up, tossing a small package onto the table. “here’s the one you wanted, sanzu.”
sanzu’s eyes lit up as he snatched it, tearing it open with practiced ease. “finally. some good fucking shit after dealing with those annoying-ass clients.”
he poured the fine powder onto the glass table, leaning in to take his share. the rush was instant, his pupils dilating as he let out a satisfied sigh. “fuck. that hit nice.” he turned to ran, waving a hand toward the powder. “try this. better than last time.”
ran didn’t need to be told twice. he leaned down, did the same, and so did the rest of them.
glasses clinked, slurred cheers filled the air. everyone was too high, too drunk, too far gone.
y/n swayed with the music, lost in the haze, her body moving on instinct. she pressed back against ran, rolling her hips as his hands found her waist, his breath hot against her neck.
she should slow down.
she was too high for this.
but fuck it.
pushing off ran, she stumbled toward the table, dropping to her knees as she reached for another line of powder—
only to have her head yanked back by a fist in her hair.
“enough of that, princess. try this instead.”
sanzu’s voice was a slow drawl, and before she could react, he slipped a pill between her lips, fingers pressing against her tongue.
y/n didn’t even flinch. she held his gaze as she sucked on them, slow and teasing, letting her tongue drag along his fingers before finally swallowing. then she stuck her tongue out, showing him the evidence, eyes dark with amusement.
“did you just get hard from me kneeling in front of you?” she taunted, lips curling into a smirk.
his grip on her hair tightened in an instant.
“fuckin’ brat.”
before she could blink, he yanked her up, shoving her backward—straight into rindou.
“shit.” rindou caught her with ease, her back pressed against his chest, his hands settling low on her hips. she could feel the way his breath hitched, the way his fingers twitched against the fabric of her dress.
sanzu’s grin was sharp, eyes blown wide. “and so what if i’m hard just looking at you?” his voice was low, edged with something dark. “you’re practically a walking sex toy.”
his fingers traced the inside of her thigh, slow, deliberate—
but y/n slapped his hand away without hesitation, shooting him a glare.
then she raised her middle finger at him, smirking. “get out of my sight, haru.”
sanzu just chuckled, dropping onto the couch with his legs spread wide, licking his teeth.
the heat in the room was suffocating, a mix of smoke, alcohol, and the lingering haze of ecstasy.
“fuck, it’s getting hot,” y/n muttered, slipping off her blazer, revealing the curve-hugging dress beneath.
rindou was quick to help, fingers grazing her bare shoulders as he pressed lazy kisses along her skin. his hands moved lower, squeezing her tits without hesitation. she barely reacted—she was used to this by now. at least with them. the haitani brothers and sanzu had a habit of touching her whenever they pleased. during meetings, in passing, anywhere they wanted.
ran grabbed a bottle of whiskey, his grin sharp as he gripped her jaw. without warning, he tilted the bottle, pouring the liquor past her lips. she swallowed what she could, but the excess spilled, running down her chin, soaking into her dress.
he chuckled, taking a swig himself before leaning in to lick the trail of whiskey from her neck, down to the exposed curve of her cleavage.
“fuck, ran…” the sensation sent a shiver down her spine, a moan slipping out before she could stop it.
her hands found his face, pulling him inches from hers, eyes dark with something dangerous. “you ruined my dress.”
ran’s tongue flicked over his lips, gaze burning. “if i get to fuck this body, i’d gladly ruin all your clothes.” his fingers trailed up her thighs, teasing, promising.
rindou’s grip tightened on her chest, his other hand slipping lower, brushing over the damp fabric between her legs. “shit, y/n, you’re already so fucking wet.”
before she could respond, ran hooked his fingers around the waistband of her panties, dragging them down her thighs. with a smirk, he tucked the flimsy fabric into his pocket, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
her breath hitched as rindou’s fingers pressed against her, rubbing slow circles over her core before one slipped inside, stretching her with ease.
“ugh… rindou…” her hips moved on instinct, grinding against his touch, her fingers tangling in his hair. rindou groaned against her neck, rutting against her from behind.
ran pushed her dress higher, his eyes darkening at the sight.
“rin, more, please…” her voice was a breathy whimper.
but before rindou could give her what she wanted, sanzu shoved ran aside took his place.
“move over, greedy fucks.” his grin was wicked as his fingers plunged inside her without warning, matching rindou’s pace.
they weren’t in sync. they didn’t care. her pleasure wasn’t the point—just the filth of it all, the way they could have her, touch her, ruin her. they were already fucked in the head. what was a little more filth?
ran, scowling from the side, ran a hand through his hair. “fuck you, man. we’re all horny here. at least share the fucking pussy.”
sanzu ignored him, curling his fingers deeper, faster, rindou doing the same.
ran had enough. he knelt between y/n’s legs, tongue flicking over her clit, adding another layer of sensation that had her gasping.
“fuck… slow down… ugh… m-mikey… want you too…” her grip tightened—one hand fisting ran’s hair, the other clutching sanzu’s wrist.
rindou’s hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her dizzy. his tongue dragged over her cheek, hot and possessive, while sanzu spit onto her chest, watching it glisten against her skin.
koko, who had been uninterested up until now, finally scoffed, shaking his head. “damn, y/n. didn’t know you were this much of a slut.”
he stood, grabbed the whiskey bottle, and took a slow swig, his sharp eyes lingering on the filthy sight before him. with a dark chuckle, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, exhaling a satisfied sigh—like he was merely indulging in a show put on for his amusement.
she barely heard him. the pleasure was too much, too consuming. her body tensed, and with one last sharp cry, she came, soaking the hands still working her open.
ran didn’t hesitate. he shoved sanzu, grabbing her thighs and pulling her to his mouth, licking up every drop of her release.
“ran, fuck…” she whined, tugging at his hair.
he groaned against her, the vibrations making her jolt. he gave her one last slow lick before pulling back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“shit, this will always be the best pussy i’ve ever tasted.”
y/n grinned, pulling him close again, cupping his jaw before pressing her lips to his.
out of all the men in bonten, it was different with the haitani brothers. whether it was ran or rindou, their touch always felt possessive. they weren’t just fucking her. they were claiming her. and they didn’t do that with just anyone.
ran pulled back, smirking. “gonna take a break for a bit, y/n. need some good shit first.” he gestured toward the drugs. “i’ll fuck you later.”
y/n bit her lip, grinning. “i’ll be waiting for your cock deep inside me.”
y/n leaned back against rindou’s chest, hiding her face against his neck, breath still uneven. rindou didn’t react much—just took a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it up while letting her rest against him. the room was still thick with heat, the air buzzing with something filthy, something intoxicating.
“boss, you just gonna sit there and watch?” sanzu suddenly asked, his voice dripping with amusement. he turned his head toward mikey, who had been silent the entire time, observing from his seat. “wanna fuck her first?”
mikey exhaled slowly, picking up his cigarette from the ashtray. “make her a mess for me.”
sanzu’s grin was wicked. “you heard him, y/n. i’m gonna make a mess out of you. that means i’m gonna fuck this pretty little pussy until my cum is oozing out of your fucking cunt.”
y/n shot him a glare. “can’t you just fuck someone else downstairs? you always go hard on me.”
sanzu leaned in, his nose brushing against hers, his voice dropping. “but you like it when i’m rough, right?”
her lips curled into a smirk. “right.”
the next second, their mouths crashed together, the kiss deep, hungry, desperate. sanzu groaned into her mouth, gripping the back of her neck to pull her closer, tongues tangling in a fight for dominance.
rindou, still smoking behind her, didn’t even flinch. he didn’t care—just let her grind against him as he exhaled a slow cloud of smoke.
between kisses, sanzu muttered, “wanna feel your mouth, but i’m already too fucking hard to wait.”
with that, he unbuckled his belt, freeing his cock, and y/n wrapped her fingers around him, sliding his length along her soaked slit, teasing.
“bitch, you really like to tease, huh?” sanzu growled.
before she could respond, he thrust inside her without warning, pulling a sharp, loud moan from her throat.
“haru—!”
but before the sound could echo, rindou clamped a hand over her mouth, his lips brushing against her ear as he muttered lazily, “shhh… i’m trying to remember something, y/n. don’t be too loud.”
as if sanzu wasn’t already fucking her into oblivion, as if he wasn’t buried to the hilt inside her, stretching her open like he owned her.
“haru, god—right there, right there!” y/n gasped, nails digging into sanzu’s arms as he fucked into her, relentless and precise. sometimes, sanzu was considerate. sometimes.
rindou, who had been watching behind her, finally leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “you can take another one, right?” his voice was low, taunting. “just like how you were when ran and i fucked you?”
her head lolled back against his shoulder, body already trembling. “gonna be too much, rin,” she mumbled, barely able to form the words.
rindou wasn’t having it. “i don’t care.”
before she could even process it, he was lifting her up slightly, adjusting her onto his lap. the sound of his belt unbuckling was the only warning she got before he spit into his palm, lazily coating his cock before pressing it against her.
“riiiiiin!!” her voice broke into a sob as he pushed inside, stretching her open with no real prep. she wasn’t ready for it, not after how deep sanzu had already been, but rindou wasn’t in the mood to wait.
he snapped his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt.
a tear slipped down her cheek. sanzu caught it before it could fall completely, gripping her jaw and pressing her cheeks together. “not so tough now, are we?”
her only response was to clench down around him, intentionally squeezing sanzu’s cock.
“fuck, y/n…” sanzu groaned, eyes rolling back for a second before he fucked into her harder.
rindou, ever so casual, took a long drag from his cigarette, lazily exhaling smoke into the air. when he finally finished, ran—who had been watching the whole time—wordlessly reached over, taking the cigarette from his brother like it was second nature.
rindou’s now free hands slid over y/n’s chest, groping her as he thrusted up into her. sanzu, on the verge of cumming, pulled out just in time, stroking himself over her skin.
“wanna paint you with my cum,” he muttered, and then, with a few jerks, he spilled over her tits, the warm mess dripping down her body as rindou continued fucking her.
“ew, man, fuck you. your cum got on my hand,” rindou complained, though he didn’t slow down in the slightest.
sanzu only chuckled, licking his lips as he admired the sight in front of him—y/n, covered in his cum, still getting wrecked on rindou’s cock.
he was already getting hard again, tempted to go another round, but before he could even open his mouth, ran stretched out from where he was sitting and drawled, “oi, it’s my turn.”
sanzu clicked his tongue but didn’t argue, adjusting his pants before plopping down on the couch beside rindou, who was still fucking into y/n like he had all the time in the world. sanzu grabbed himself a drink, smirking as he watched.
rindou’s fingers, still slick with sanzu’s release, smeared the mess onto y/n’s dress. “clean it up,” he murmured, bringing his fingers to her lips. obediently, she parted them, tongue gliding over his digits, licking up the filth.
ran watched with a smirk, his gaze dark. “rin, want her on all fours.”
without hesitation, rindou pulled out of y/n, leaving her empty and whimpering. a strong but measured push sent her toward ran, who caught her with ease.
rindou kneeled on the couch beside them, while ran—ever the gentleman, at least to her—helped y/n into position. with slow, teasing fingers, he unzipped her dress, grazing her bare skin before peeling the fabric off her trembling body. soft kisses trailed down her spine, sending shivers through her.
“mmm, ran…” y/n whimpered, her voice breathy.
he chuckled, the sound dark, as he unbuckled his belt and freed his cock. the teasing didn’t last long—ran lined himself up and rubbed his tip against her slick folds. behind her, rindou’s voice cut through the haze. “stick out your tongue.”
she obeyed instantly, lips parting, and rindou tapped his cock against her tongue, smearing precum along her lips.
ran, usually so composed, wasn’t gentle when he finally sank into her. his control shattered the moment her tight heat clenched around him, and he slammed into her with a force that had her crying out. he wasn’t sweet now. he was fucking her like a man starved, like she was something to ruin.
“fuck, you’re squeezing me so good,” he groaned, punctuating his words with sharp thrusts.
the rhythm of his movements rocked her forward, and rindou was quick to take advantage. fingers twisting in her hair, he yanked her head back just enough to keep her still. “keep your head still, y/n.”
then he shoved his cock past her lips.
rindou was rough, using her mouth like a toy, fucking her throat with no regard for how she choked and gagged around him. “wanna go all the way in,” he muttered, shoving deeper, groaning as she struggled to breathe. drool spilled from her lips, dripping down her chin in messy, glistening strings.
“look at you,” rindou taunted, his grip tightening in her hair. “so fucking messy and pathetic for us.”
y/n whimpered around him, and rindou groaned at the vibrations against her throat. ran’s hand snaked between her legs, fingers finding her clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles. the added pleasure had her legs shaking beneath him.
rindou, already on edge, cursed under his breath. “shit, y/n—gonna cum.”
with a few more thrusts, he spilled into her mouth, the warm, bitter taste coating her tongue. some dripped past her lips, but rindou wasn’t having that. with his thumb, he scooped up the mess, pressing it back against her lips.
“swallow it for me, baby.”
her lips wrapped around his thumb, sucking obediently as she swallowed every drop.
rindou’s expression softened slightly, fingers brushing over her cheek. when she instinctively leaned into his touch, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head before pulling away to fix himself.
but ran wasn’t done yet.
ran, the only one still fucking her, suddenly grabbed her arm, pulling her flush against his chest. his other hand slipped between her legs, fingers rubbing slow circles against her swollen clit. his arm caged around her neck, keeping her in place as he buried his face against her heated skin, groaning into the curve of her shoulder.
“fuck, y/n. you’re so wet, you feel how i’m sliding easily in you right now?” he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. ran was drunk on her—on the way her body swallowed him up, on the way she clenched around him like she never wanted to let go. “you’re sucking me in so good. like your pussy doesn’t wanna let me go.”
y/n arched her back, head falling onto ran’s shoulder as her mind clouded with nothing but pleasure. he fucked her so good—better than anyone. he knew exactly how to make her fall apart, how to tease, how to make her melt. unlike sanzu, who only cared about chasing his own high, ran knew how to take his time. how to ruin her just right.
his thrusts grew rougher, more erratic, his pace faltering as he neared his end. y/n could feel it. she was close, too.
chasing her own release, she turned her head, lips brushing against his neck. her tongue darted out, licking, kissing, sucking at the sensitive skin, and ran groaned deep from his chest. neither of them cared that the others were still in the room, too lost in the moment, too caught up in the pleasure of it all.
y/n’s moans came louder, sharper, and ran cursed under his breath, snapping his hips harder, faster.
without warning, pleasure surged through her, and she came, her walls pulsing tight around ran’s cock. the sensation dragged him under with her, his grip on her waist tightening as he gritted out, “shit, y/n… wanna fill you up. fuck—ugh, fuck—”
his hips stuttered, cock twitching, before he finally spilled inside her, warmth flooding deep. he rocked into her a few more times, slower now, riding out the pleasure.
y/n gasped for breath, body slumping against ran as exhaustion settled over her. he carefully pulled out, hands steadying her as he helped her plop onto the couch, her body spent. she laid there, stomach flat against the cushions, trying to pull herself together.
ran tucked himself back into his pants, grabbing a cigarette from his pocket. he lit it, exhaling smoke as he sat beside her. she barely stirred, too exhausted to move. instead, she lazily turned her head, resting it on his lap. still naked. still messy.
sanzu, the crazy bastard he was, grinned. he crouched beside y/n, pulling out a small packet of powder and pouring it down the curve of her back. then, with no warning, he leaned in and licked it off.
no one reacted. they were used to sanzu’s antics by now. y/n barely flinched, too tired to care.
but sanzu wasn’t done. he grabbed his phone, angling it just right. the screen flashed.
he smirked down at the picture—y/n, naked, messy, cum still dripping from her thighs. with a few taps, he sent it to their group chat.
his next message tagged the three who left earlier.
sanzu: what y’all missed out on.
the replies were instant.
takeomi: man, should’ve stayed there. kakucho, this is your fault.
kakucho: 👍
mocchi: fuck??
sanzu laughed, tossing his phone aside. he plopped down on the floor, resting his head against y/n’s ass like she was nothing more than a pillow.
he sighed in content, then turned to koko. “aren’t you gonna try her?”
koko scoffed. “i’m good, man. don’t wanna stick my dick where all your dicks just went.”
sanzu only shrugged. “your loss. this is literally the best pussy i’ve ever had. heaven.”
the room settled into a lazy silence. some were high, some were drunk, and some were simply too tired to move.
then sanzu broke the quiet again. “boss, your turn now?”
mikey had been there the whole time, watching from the shadows, unreadable as always. he finally stood, eyes cold.
“dress her up,” he ordered. “we’re going home.”
sanzu smirked. “you guys heard the boss.”
y/n whined, face still buried in ran’s lap. “but mikey… i’m too tired.” her pout was audible. “this is the first time you guys all went at me together. that’s not fair.”
sanzu rolled his eyes, already tired of her bratty attitude. “who do you think you are, not following boss’ orders? get up.”
he grabbed her, yanking her away from ran. their faces were inches apart now.
“i should’ve fucked mikey instead of you,” she huffed, eyes narrowing.
sanzu’s grip tightened on her ass, pulling her closer. “don’t act like you weren’t moaning like a bitch in heat earlier for me.”
before y/n could snap back, mikey’s voice cut through the tension.
“enough.”
sanzu let go.
rindou, quieter than the rest, grabbed her dress, helping her slip it back on. his fingers brushed over her shoulders, lips pressing soft kisses against her skin. a rare moment of tenderness.
y/n sighed, a small smile tugging at her lips.
mikey didn’t say another word. he turned on his heel, walking out without a goodbye.
y/n barely managed to stand, legs shaking, but she pushed herself to the door. “bye, boys!”
no one answered.
she followed mikey outside, slipping into the passenger seat of his car.
summary: ran has always had a thing for rindou's best friend. the perfect opportunity literally fell right into his hands one rainy day, only to be... interrupted.
tags: mdni, suggestive content, ran being a menace, reader is rindou’s best friend, possessive rindou, jealousy, pet names, cliffhanger
🎴🎌 ctto of this gorgeous fanart <33
the rain outside was relentless, a violent downpour that slammed against the windows of rindou's place, turning the tokyo skyline into a blurred, neon smudge.
inside, the only sound was the steady hum of the dryer running in the hallway. you had arrived nearly an hour early, completely soaked to the bone after your umbrella snapped in the wind.
just great, right?
you and rindou had been best friends for as long as you can remember, raiding his place and making yourself at home was second nature to you at this point.
you had immediately stripped out of your dripping clothes, tossed them into the wash, and gone digging through the closet for something to wear. you grabbed the first oversized button down you found in the fresh laundry basket and slipped it on.
now, you found yourself perched sideways on the edge of the kitchen island, the cold marble biting sharply through the thin silk of the shirt as your bare legs dangled over the side. the quiet hum of the apartment was almost hypnotic, punctuated only by the steady drum of rain against the glass. leaning back slightly, you pulled up your chat with rindou, your thumbs tapping out a quick update:
“status report please, where the fuck are you?”
you had just hit send, the screen illuminating your face in the dim kitchen, when the heavy thud of the front door’s lock echoed through the hallway.
"rin, you're late," you called out without looking up, a small smile tugging at your lips as you kept your eyes locked on your phone. "i was honestly about to start raiding your wine cellar without-"
the words died in your throat as your gaze finally drifted up from the glowing screen.
it wasn't rindou.
ran stepped into the entryway, and the entire energy of the room shifted in a single heartbeat. he looked utterly undone by the storm outside. his hair was damp, heavy strands clinging to his forehead and the sides of his face, with droplets of stray rainwater slowly tracing a path down his temples and jawline. he looked exhausted, his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm.
without even acknowledging you yet, his fingers went straight to his neck. with a sharp motion, he yanked his tie loose and tossed it carelessly onto the nearest table. his formal suit jacket followed, discarded onto a nearby chair. he began unbuttoning the top of his button down shirt, peeling the damp fabric away, the action exposing the intricate tattoos on his torso.
and then, his heavy lidded violet eyes finally lifted, locking directly onto you.
ran froze. the tired expression on his face completely vanished, replaced by an intense stare that made your breath catch. his gaze slowly swept over your form sitting on his kitchen counter. he tracked the way the rich, dark purple fabric swallowed your frame, the hem barely riding low enough to cover the tops of your bare thighs, leaving your legs completely exposed under the dim kitchen lights.
the silence between you became suffocating, heavy with a sudden and thick tension.
"well, well," ran murmured, his voice sent a involuntary shiver straight down your spine. a slow, wicked smirk finally tugged at the corner of his lips. "look what the storm dragged in."
"ran, hey," you breathed, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. you instinctively pulled your knees a little closer together, suddenly acutely aware of the fact that you had absolutely nothing on underneath the shirt you stole. “i.. i um, rindou said he's near. i'm just waiting for him."
"he's caught in the traffic, sweetheart," ran said, his long, elegant strides closing the distance between the entryway and the kitchen. he didn't stop unbuttoning his shirt as he walked, his eyes never once leaving yours. the intoxicating scent of rain and his cologne completely invaded your space. "but it looks like you've already made yourself completely at home."
he stopped right between your parted knees, his massive, towering frame completely blocking out the rest of the room. he was so close you could feel the radiating heat of his skin, contrasting sharply against the cold marble beneath you.
ran reached out, his long fingers gently hooking underneath your chin. his thumb rested right against your lower lip, tilting your face up so you had no choice but to look up into his eyes.
his gaze drifted slowly down from your face, dropping to the fabric of the button down shirt you're wearing. his free hand reached over, his fingers deliberately reaching down to the texture of silk right over the swell of your chest.
as his palm swept over the expensive fabric, his knuckles heavy and warm, they slow grazed the distinct, sensitive peak of your breast, already hard from the sudden rush of adrenaline.
your breath hitched, a sharp gasp catching in your throat, your hands instantly gripping the edge of the counter behind you.
an amused, incredibly dangerous glint flashed in his eyes as he felt you tremble under his touch, fully recognizing his own clothing and exactly what it was doing to you.
"is that my shirt?" ran asked, his voice thick with a sultry gravity. his free hand then came down against the cold marble right beside your hip.
“well, i found it at rin's laundry basket.”
"rindou doesn't wear silk, doll," ran whispered, leaning down until his lips were brushing against the shell of your ear, his warm breath fanning across your flushed skin. his hand slowly slid down from your chin, his thumb lingering at the very first button at your chest, "and he knows better than to let you wear something that makes me want to rip it right off your body.”
you swallowed the sudden lump in your throat, forcing your gaze to stay locked onto his eyes. you weren't going to let him see just how much he was rattling you. leaning back just a fraction, you gave a small, defiant tilt to your chin, trying to match his suffocating gravity with your own sharp edge.
"then it's a good thing you don't always get what you want, ran," you challenged, your voice steady despite the frantic racing of your pulse. "rindou will be here any minute. i suggest you back up before he walks through that door."
ran didn't even flinch. instead, a slow chuckle vibrated deep in his chest, a sound so utterly smug and heavy it made your skin prickle.
"any minute? sweetheart, the highway is completely packed. we have nothing but time."
his fingers mobe with an agonizing slowness down to the first fastened button, the one holding the silk together right over the swell of your chest.
"and besides," he murmured, his gaze dropping to the fabric, he flicked the button loose.
click.
“you can't exactly display yourself out here wearing nothing but my clothes."
the silk parted over your chest, exposing the skin and the sensitive, aching peak he had just grazed moments before. the cool kitchen air hit your heated skin, making you shudder.
your fingers tightened around the marble counter behind you, your tough exterior starting to fray at the edges under the sheer weight of his proximity.
ran let out a satisfied hum at your silence, a dark glint flashing in his violet eyes as he watched your defenses completely crumble. he didn't unbutton the next loop. instead, he slipped his hand entirely past the parted silk of your shirt, his large palm flattening directly against your bare waist.
his grip was firm, his long fingers anchoring into your hip as he pulled you forward, sliding your thighs flush against his until there wasn't a single inch of space left between you. he dipped his head, his lips hovering mere millimeters from yours, his breath fanning across your mouth.
"you really have no idea what you've gotten yourself into, sweetheart," ran whispered, his thumb idly tracing the curve of your hip bone, sending a violent shiver straight down your spine. "so, let's find out how quiet you can keep that pretty little mouth of yours.”
his head dipped lower, his lips brushing yours, the heat between you completely boiling over-
beep. beep. beep.
the smart lock jingled, and the front door burst open with an aggressive bang.
"i’m gonna fucking sue the weather app," rindou’s voice boomed from the hallway, dripping with rage. the wet squelch of his shoes echoed as he stormed inside. "out of all the days i didn't have a fucking umbrella with me, it fucking decided to rain.”
boogsh.
he froze dead in his tracks.
his eyes darted from you, perched on the counter with your button down shirt, that's well um.. holding for its dear life. then directly to his older brother, whose hand was still very clearly anchored onto your hip.
the kitchen went dead silent. ran, knowing damn well that rindou had been nursing a massive, unspoken crush on you for years now, didn't even panic. instead, his older brother instincts kicked into overdrive and he immediately scrambled to make up the worst excuse in human history.
"rindou, bro! you're home early!" ran said, his voice suddenly jumping an octave into a completely fake, cheerful tone. with lightning speed, ran snatched the two sides of your open silk shirt, violently pulling them together and holding them shut over your chest with one hand, trying to make you look 'decent'. “we were just... uh... managing a severe medical emergency. she got caught in the rain and i was worried she’d catch a cold, so i was checking her temperature. i could be a doctor now. cool right, rindou?”
rindou's face twisted into an expression of profound and visceral disgust. he was not buying a single syllable of this shit from ran.
"checking her temperature," rindou repeated, his voice dangerously flat. "wow, i'm totally convinced."
"it's a medical technique," ran insisted smoothly, using his free hand to awkwardly pat your shoulder, completely playing with the bullshit. "she was shivering. i was providing thermal body regulation, as a good housemate you know."
"get out of my sight, ran," rindou snapped, his voice a mix of sibling fury and pure, protective jealousy. he watched the hallway like a hawk until ran disappeared from his sight, then turned back to you, his chest heaving as he gripped the edge of the counter right beside you. "i shouldn't have left you here alone with him. are you okay?”
"i mean," you murmured, a faint, teasing smile tugging at the corner of your lips despite the heat still burning in your cheeks, "on the bright side... i'm not cold anymore.”
݁Pairing: Ran Haitani x Rindou's ex gf! Y/N˖
Warning: technicallly not cheating but i guess betrayal, cussing, doggy style, missionary, oral: f receiving, y/n is kind of pressured by ran but hes caring, caught in the act
Genre: Smut, Slow-burn
Word count: 4063
Requests: very much open
A/n: hii hope yall like this one <3 u can find it on my ao3 here
Minors DON'T interact
"You said I was- the most exotic flower."
↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺
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The knock echoed louder than she expected. Y/N pulled her hand back like the wood had burned her, staring at the chipped paint on the doorframe where Rindou had accidentally slammed it too hard last summer.
Inside, the house smelled like leather and something faintly metallic—gun oil, maybe, though she’d never asked. Her throat tightened when she heard footsteps, but they were too heavy to be Rindou’s. Ran leaned against the doorframe, shirtless, one eyebrow raised. "He’s not here," he said, like it was an observation, not a warning.
She swallowed hard. His presence filled the hallway, all coiled muscle and quiet intensity. "I just came to collect my things," she managed, gripping the strap of her bag until her knuckles whitened. "If that’s okay." The words sounded small, even to her. Ran didn’t move, just studied her with those unsettling violet eyes, like he was deciding whether to let her in or slam the door shut.
The silence stretched too long. She shifted her weight, hyperaware of the way his gaze tracked the movement. She’d never talked to Ran alone before—not really. Even when she’d been with Rindou, Ran had always lingered just outside their orbit, a shadow with a cigarette dangling from his lips. Now, without Rindou as a buffer, she felt exposed, like prey under a predator’s scrutiny.
“Come in,” he finally said, stepping aside just enough to let her pass. The invitation wasn’t warm, but it wasn’t hostile either—more like a test. She hesitated, then slipped past him, her shoulder brushing his bare chest. The contact sent an unexpected jolt through her. His skin was warm, almost feverish, and she caught the scent of sweat and something darker, something she couldn’t name.
The room was exactly as she remembered, down to the pile of laundry in the corner and the faint smell of weed clinging to the sheets. Rindou’s bed was unmade, the pillow still dented from where he’d slept. Y/N clenched her jaw, refusing to let the memories surface. She moved mechanically, grabbing her hairbrush from the nightstand, the sweater she’d left draped over the chair. Every movement felt too loud in the silence, her breath hitching when Ran leaned against the dresser behind her, arms crossed.
"So, Y/N," he said, voice low, almost conversational. "How’ve you been holding up?" The question wasn’t gentle—it was a challenge, like he already knew the answer. She could feel his eyes on her back, tracing the tension in her shoulders. The air thickened between them, heavy with things unsaid.
She swallowed, fingers curling around the soft fabric of her sweater. "You know it’s hard," she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "But I’m surviving." The words tasted bitter, like she was confessing to a crime. She expected him to laugh—to scoff at her weakness—but instead, she heard him exhale, slow and deliberate.
Ran pushed off the dresser, moving closer. "Rin’s been off lately," he murmured, almost to himself. "Quieter than usual." The way he said it made her ears perk up—not out of concern, but because she recognized the edge in his voice, the same one Rindou got when he was circling something dangerous.
She folded the sweater into her bag too neatly, avoiding his gaze. "Yeah, well. He wasn’t quiet when he told me it was over," she muttered. The memory surged back—Rindou’s cold dismissal, his hands shoved in his pockets like she wasn’t worth the effort of pulling them out. Ran let out a soft huff, almost a laugh, but there was no humor in it.
"You’re a good kid, Y/N," he said, reaching past her to pluck a stray hair tie from the nightstand. He twirled it around his fingers, the elastic snapping taut. "I’m sure some guy’ll come along. Treat you right." The words should’ve been comforting, but the way his thumb brushed the inside of her wrist as he handed the tie back made her pulse stutter.
She didn’t respond. She grabbed her skirt from Rindou’s closet, the fabric still faintly smelling of his cologne. Her hands shook as she folded it, pressing the pleats too hard—like she could smooth out the creases Rindou had left in her life. Ran’s reflection watched her from the mirror across the room, his expression unreadable.
“You think that’s what I want?” she finally said, voice thick. The question hung between them, raw and jagged. Ran didn’t answer immediately, just tilted his head slightly, watching her like she was a puzzle he’d only just noticed.
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She tossed the skirt into her bag with more force than necessary. “You don’t know shit about what I want.” The words tasted like defiance, but her hands betrayed her, fumbling with the zipper. Ran exhaled through his nose, slow, like he was savoring the tension. “Yeah?” He took a step closer, crowding her against the dresser. “Then tell me.” His breath ghosted over her ear—warm, tinged with nicotine. “What do you want, Y/N?”
The proximity should’ve made her shrink back, but instead, heat prickled under her skin. She turned sharply, meeting his gaze head-on. “Not pity,” she snapped. His lips curled, not quite a smile—more like he’d caught her in a lie. “Who said anything about pity?” His thumb brushed the hinge of her jaw, calloused and deliberate. The touch was electric, startling her into stillness.
“It’s so obvious you’re pitying me,” she muttered, but her voice wavered. His thumb stilled, pressing just hard enough to make her gasp. “Okay,” Ran murmured, leaning in until his nose grazed her temple. “Maybe I do pity you.”
The admission shouldn’t have stung—not after everything—but it did. She jerked her head away, only for his hand to slide into her hair, fingers tightening just shy of painful. “But not because you got dumped,” he continued, voice dropping to a growl. “Because you’re still hung up on the wrong fucking brother.”
Her breath hitched. The words slithered between her ribs, sharp and venomous. “Ran, what the fuck are you talking about?” she spat, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her. His grip tightened, tilting her head back until all she could see was the violet of his eyes, dark with something she couldn’t name.
“Rin likes them loud,” he mused, thumb tracing the frantic pulse in her throat. “Bright. Annoying.” A humorless chuckle escaped him. “You—quiet, fucking careful—you were always mine.” The claim reverberated through her, igniting a wildfire under her skin. She tried to shove him back, but he caught her wrist, pinning it against the dresser with a clatter of cosmetics.
Her knee jerked up instinctively—Ran blocked it with his thigh, pressing her harder into the wood. “You guys were a weird fucking pair,” he muttered against her temple, breath scorching. “Like watching a tiger play house with a rabbit.” The analogy was cruel, but it cracked her open, exposing the raw truth she’d buried: Rindou had devoured her in chunks, never noticing she was already half-gone.
Ran’s teeth grazed her earlobe, sharp enough to sting. “He doesn’t know what to do with a girl like you.” The words dripped with condescension. “And every time you fucked, I could tell.” Her stomach twisted.
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"You heard us…?" The realization punched through her, hot and humiliating. The thin walls of the house, the way Ran’s bedroom shared one with Rindou’s—God, he’d heard everything.
Ran’s grin was all teeth. "Every fucking time." He dragged his tongue along the shell of her ear, voice dropping to a whisper. "You’d moan like it hurt—too high, too sweet. Fake as hell." His free hand slid down her side, rough fingers catching on the hem of her shirt. "But I liked it anyway."
She stiffened, breath stuttering. All those nights, all those sounds—he'd been listening, cataloguing her failures like a scientist dissecting a flawed experiment. "You liked them?" she asked, genuinely curious despite the humiliation coiling in her gut. "Really?"
Ran breathed out in a chuckle, low and dark, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Oh, Y/N," he murmured, voice dripping with something between amusement and cruelty. "You think I cared about the sounds?" His fingers tightened in her hair, tilting her head back further. "I liked knowing you were lying."
Her pulse hammered against his thumb where it pressed into her throat, betraying her. "So you didn’t like the way that I sounded?" she shot back, voice cracking halfway through.
Ran exhaled sharply through his nose, his grip shifting lower to trace the column of her neck. "Y/N," he murmured, lips grazing her jaw, "I don’t know what you really sounded like." The confession hung between them, heavy with implication—he’d only ever heard her performance, the hollow echoes she’d crafted for Rindou’s benefit. His teeth scraped her skin, testing, like he was daring her to prove him wrong.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders on instinct, fingers digging into the hard planes of muscle there—not pushing him away, not pulling him closer. Just holding on, like she was caught in the riptide of his words. His breath hitched when her nails scraped his back, the sound raw and unguarded. It was the first real reaction she’d ever pulled from him, and it sent a thrill through her.
Ran pulled back just enough to smirk down at her. “So,” he drawled, thumb hooking into the waistband of her jeans, “where does Rin keep his condoms?” The question was crude, deliberate, designed to make her flinch. Instead, she let out a shaky breath, staring up at him. “Top drawer,” she admitted softly, nodding toward the nightstand. “Left side.”
Ran didn’t move, just watched her with those predatory eyes, waiting. “Ran,” she whispered, fingers flexing against his shoulders, “I don’t think we can do this… I still love Rin. I shouldn’t be fucking his brother.”
His laugh was rough, rolling over her skin like gravel. “Y/N, you’re being neglected.” His hand slid down her spine, pressing her flush against him—so close she could feel every ridge of muscle, every hitch of his breath. “I know my brother. He’s not very experienced with stuff like this… sweet girls like you.” The words were silk-wrapped venom. “You ever really come with him?”
She shuddered, fingers tightening in his hair. “Yes, I have,” she said, too quickly. His smirk widened, sharp enough to cut. “Listen, I’m flattered you think I’m a sweet girl,” she breathed, “but don’t you feel shameful? It’s your brother—I don’t want to break that bond.” The protest sounded weak even to her own ears, drowned out by the hammering of her pulse where his thumb traced circles on her hip bone.
Ran leaned in, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “He won’t find out.” His voice was rough, edged with something darker. “And if he does—” His teeth grazed her earlobe, sharp enough to make her gasp. “—he’ll have to learn that he can’t go around neglecting girls.” The threat hung between them, thrilling and terrible.
She gave in—not with teeth and desperation like she had with Rindou, but with something softer, slower. Ran kissed like he fought: deliberate, calculated, each movement designed to dismantle her defenses. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, coaxing rather than demanding, and she opened for him with a shudder. It wasn’t sweetness—not really—but the contrast was dizzying, the way he could make surrender feel like victory.
Her back hit the mattress with a muffled thump, Ran’s weight settling between her thighs like he belonged there. His fingers worked the button of her jeans with practiced ease, the drag of denim against her skin almost painful in its slowness. She arched into the touch, gasping when his palm slid under the waistband of her panties—not tentative, not curious, but assured, like he already knew every inch of her. “Wait,” she breathed, but her hips canted up anyway, betraying her.
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Ran paused, fingers flexing against the damp fabric. “Problem?” His voice was rough, but his eyes were sharp, watching her like he could see the war raging behind her ribs. She swallowed hard, fingers twisting in the sheets—Rindou’s sheets—the same ones they’d fucked on countless times before. The realization hit like a bucket of ice water: she could still smell him here, his cologne clinging to the pillowcases. “Not here,” she whispered, shaking her head. “Anywhere but here.”
He exhaled through his nose, slow, deliberate, before dragging his tongue along the inside of her thigh. The contact burned, his lips pressing into the sensitive skin with a tenderness that contradicted everything she knew about him. “Ran—” His name cracked halfway out of her throat when his teeth grazed the same spot, sharp enough to make her jolt. “Relax,” he murmured against her skin, the vibration making her thighs tremble. “You’re not doing anything wrong.”
Her breath hitched when he hooked his fingers into the lace of her panties, sliding them down in one fluid motion. The air was cold against her exposed skin, but his hands were hotter—rough palms tracing the curve of her hips before settling beneath her thighs. He spread her open with an almost clinical precision, his exhale warm against her center. The first swipe of his tongue was slow, deliberate, like he was savoring the taste of her hesitation.
Ran moaned quietly into her clit—a soft, breathy sound that trembled against her skin. Unlike Rindou, who had always rushed through this part with the same impatient energy he applied to everything, Ran took his time. His tongue circled her in lazy, practiced arcs while his knuckles brushed her inner thighs, coaxing her legs wider apart. She gasped when his nose bumped her clit, the sensation sharper than expected—not pain, but something dangerously close to it. "You okay?" he murmured against her, lips slick with her arousal. The question was perfunctory, but the pause in his rhythm wasn’t; he waited for her shaky nod before continuing.
Her breath came in short, uneven bursts, fingers twisting in the sheets as he worked her over with a patience that bordered on cruel. Every flick of his tongue sent sparks up her spine, her hips jerking involuntarily when he sucked lightly at her clit. The sound she made then—high and desperate—startled her. It wasn’t the practiced moan she’d perfected for Rindou’s benefit; this was raw, unfiltered, embarrassingly real. Ran chuckled against her, the vibration making her shudder. "There she is," he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. "That’s the sound I wanted."
His hands—soft in a way she hadn’t expected—traced idle patterns on her inner thighs, calloused fingertips ghosting over the sensitive skin just shy of where she needed him most. When he buried his face deeper, his hair tangled against her thigh, brushing the damp skin there in a way that made her twitch. The contrast was maddening: the rough scrape of his stubble against her, the feather-light drag of his fingers, the dark strands of his hair catching on her sweat-slicked skin. She whimpered, thighs trembling around his head, her nails biting into her own palms.
Ran pulled back just enough to smirk up at her, his lips glistening with her slick. “Fuck,” he murmured, thumb circling her clit with agonizing slowness. “Look at you—already shaking.” His voice was rough, darker than she’d ever heard it, and the sound alone sent another wave of heat pooling low in her stomach. She gasped when his fingers slid inside her, curling in a way that made her back arch off the mattress. “Ran—!” His name ripped from her throat, ragged and desperate, nothing like the controlled sounds she’d practiced for Rindou.
It shocked her—how easily he unraveled her. How one deft twist of his fingers could drag a sob from her chest, how his smirk widened when she came apart under his touch. She’d spent months molding herself into Rindou’s idea of perfect, smoothing out her edges until she fit neatly into the hollow of his hands. But Ran didn’t want her polished—he wanted her raw, trembling, gasping his name like a prayer. His fingers crooked inside her, pressing against something that made her vision blur. “There you go,” he purred, watching her fall apart with something akin to reverence. “That’s it.”
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When he finally withdrew—slow, deliberate—she whined at the loss. He opened Rindou’s drawer and reached over for the condom pack, the foil crinkling in his grip. “How do you want me?” The question wasn’t gentle—it was a challenge, his violet eyes dark with promise. Without waiting for her answer, he hooked his thumbs into his black joggers, shoving them down his hips. The lack of underwear wasn’t a surprise—nothing about Ran was coy—but the sight of him, fully hard and leaking against his stomach, punched the air from her lungs. He tore the condom open with his teeth, the plastic splitting with a sharp snap.
She stared, transfixed, as he rolled it down his length with practiced ease. His cock was roughly about two-three inches longer Rindou’s—she would’ve recognized the measurement anywhere—but thicker, the veins more pronounced under taut skin. The tip was darker, flushed almost purple where pre-cum beaded at the slit. “What do you mean…?” she uttered, distracted by the sight of him, her mouth watering despite herself. Ran smirked, palming himself lazily. “On top of you? Behind you? Under you?” Each option dripped with implication, his voice roughened by want. “How.”
Y/N swallowed hard, eyes flickering to the mirror across the room. The angle would be perfect—the reflection would capture everything. Her pulse stuttered at the realization: Rindou’s mirror, Ran’s hands on her, the wrecked flush of her skin. The thought sent liquid heat pooling between her thighs. “Behind,” she murmured, turning onto her stomach before she could second-guess herself. The sheets smelled like Rindou’s detergent, crisp and familiar, but the weight of Ran settling over her was entirely new—his knees bracketing her hips, his chest pressing against her back.
She gasped when his cock brushed her entrance, hot and insistent, the latex catching slightly against her damp skin. He paused there, teasing, his grip tightening on her ass as he angled her hips up. “Relax,” he murmured against the nape of her neck, the words vibrating through her. His breath was ragged, betraying the control he clung to—just barely. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thighs, spreading her wider as he pushed in with one slow, unrelenting thrust. The stretch burned in the best way, her body yielding inch by inch until he was fully seated inside her.
Ran groaned, low and guttural, his forehead dropping between her shoulder blades. His balls rested against her clit with each shallow rock of his hips, the contact electric—just enough pressure to make her gasp but not enough to tip her over. She arched back into him instinctively, seeking more friction, more him, and he chuckled darkly.
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His hands slid around her waist, fingers splaying possessively over her stomach—not guiding, not forcing, just anchoring her. “Take what you can handle,” he rasped, the words rough against her spine. The encouragement sent heat pooling low in her belly; she could feel him watching every stuttered breath, every minute tremble of her thighs as she adjusted to the stretch. His cock twitched inside her when she rolled her hips, the drag slow and maddening.
Y/N bit her lip, rocking back onto him with careful precision, letting the head of his cock catch deliciously against that sensitive spot deep inside her. She couldn’t take him fully—not yet—but the shallow thrusts sent sparks skittering up her spine, each movement deliberate, controlled. Ran exhaled sharply through his nose, his grip tightening fractionally. “Fuck,” he muttered, hips jerking involuntarily when she angled herself just right. “Like that.”
She groaned, pushing her face into the sheets—partly to muffle the sounds threatening to spill from her lips, partly because the scent of Rindou’s detergent was suddenly overwhelming. Ran took it as surrender, his chuckle vibrating against her spine as he pressed her deeper into the mattress. “That’s it,” he murmured, teeth grazing the shell of her ear. “No more pretending.” His hips snapped forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
She choked on a moan, back arching as he filled her completely, the stretch bordering on pain. Her fingers twisted in the sheets, knuckles whitening, but Ran merely hummed approvingly—as if he’d been waiting for this exact reaction. “There she is,” he growled, pulling back only to slam into her again, the force knocking her breathless. His hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, his rhythm relentless.
The sweetness from before was gone, replaced by something darker, more carnal. Each thrust sent his balls slapping against her oversensitive clit, the dual stimulation almost too much—pain and pleasure blurring into one dizzying sensation. She gasped when he angled his hips just right, the thick head of his cock grinding against that spot inside her that made her vision blur. “Ran—!” His name shattered into a sob as her thighs trembled, her body tightening around him involuntarily.
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Ran growled low in his throat, fingers digging into the backs of her knees as he wrenched her legs over his shoulders in one rough motion. The stretch burned, the new angle forcing him even deeper, her body yielding with a slick, obscene noise. “Fuck, I need to see you,” he gritted out, his pupils blown black with want. The shift in position had her pinned completely, her hips canted up at a brutal angle that left her gasping for air. His hand fisted in her hair, forcing her to meet his gaze as he snapped his hips forward again—harder this time, his smirk widening at her punched-out moan.
She couldn’t hold back the sounds now—they spilled from her lips unchecked, raw and ragged, each thrust punching another gasp from her chest. Ran watched her with rapt fascination, his grip tightening as her thighs trembled around his waist. “That’s it,” he panted, his rhythm stuttering as she clenched around him. “Let me fucking hear you, darling.” His thumb found her clit, pressing down in rough circles, and she sobbed, her nails scrabbling uselessly against the sheets. The pleasure coiled tight in her belly, molten and unbearable, every nerve ending alight.
The front door clicked open downstairs—subtle, distant. Ran’s head snapped up, his smirk widening as he recognized the familiar cadence of footsteps on the hardwood. She was too lost in sensation to notice, her back arching beautifully as he drove into her harder, deeper, the bedframe creaking under their combined weight. His breath hitched when she keened, her body fluttering around him in warning. “Fuck, you’re close aren’t you,” he rasped, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. “Go on, then. Cum for me.”
She shattered with a muffled cry, her thighs clamping around his waist as pleasure ripped through her. The bedroom door swung open just as Ran’s hips stuttered, his groan low and guttural against her sweat-slicked skin. Rindou stood frozen in the doorway, his grip slack on the doorknob, eyes wide with disbelief. The silence that followed was deafening—broken only by Y/N’s ragged breathing and the slick sound of Ran pulling out. He didn’t bother covering them, just met his brother’s stare head-on, his expression daring Rindou to react.
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Ran’s fingers slid from her jaw to her throat, his thumb pressing lightly against her pulse as if to remind her who she belonged to now. Y/N couldn’t look away from Rindou’s shattered expression, his lips parting soundlessly before twisting into something raw and ugly. The crumpled condom wrapper on the nightstand caught the light, its crinkled foil glinting mockingly between them.
She just blinked at him, horrified. “Rin, I—” The door slammed before she could finish, the force rattling the mirror on the wall. Ran exhaled through his nose, almost bored, his grip tightening possessively around her waist as she scrambled to pull the sheets up over herself. “You knew,” she whispered, nails digging into his forearm. “You fucking knew he was home.”
Ran merely hummed, rolling onto his back and stretching like a satisfied cat. The condom glistened obscenely when he tugged it off, tossing it toward the trash bin with lazy precision. “Shh, sweetheart,” he murmured, fingers trailing idly down her spine. “Rest up.” His voice was syrup-thick with amusement. ♡
