the diontori residence

he side eyes you as he plunges his hands back into the water, feeling around for the next victim. he pulls a spoon out, and you can see a little smile tugging at his lips.

“alright,” he turns to you, removing his hands from the sink and reaching for the towel hanging off the oven handle. “i’ve gotta see this.”

“will you marry me?” you say it like it’s the most casual sentence to ever leave your mouth—rookie mistake.

“at least get down on one knee! c’mon, get serious, i wanna be swept off my feet!” he throws the towel over his shoulder and crosses his arms over his chest, waiting.

you sigh, but a little smile of your own creeps up as you kneel before him. he truly is beautiful from this angle—each and every muscle highlighted perfectly despite the dim lighting. god, has he always looked this good? you’ve been here many times before, but never with such pure intent.

“atsumu, will you marry me?”

“hm, good question,” he mumbles, tapping a finger on his chin as he stares off into the void.

“seriously?” you scoff, placing a hand on the edge of the counter as you attempt to stand up.

“ah ah ah,” he hums, pressing a palm against your chest and making you stay down. “where’re your manners? i’m still thinkin’!”

“since when do you do that?” you mutter, and immediately—you know you shouldn’t have.

“since when do you do that?” he raises the pitch of his voice to match yours, mocking you as he throws his hands in the air. “really? is that any way to speak to your future husband?”

“uh, it depends?” you respond, and you’re not sure why it comes out as a question, but it does. you can never tell with this guy, is he actually upset, or is it all part of his circus act?

“y’know what, no. ’m never marrying you.” he turns on his heels, and just like that he’s back to doing the dishes—how odd.

apart from the rain pattering against the glass, and the subtle but frequent splish splash of water from atsumu, it’s quiet.

he’s joking, right? of course he is, you know he is. but, he’s never going to marry you. never. is this what you get for saying no? the promise of being single forever? has that bitch karma finally caught up to you?

“never?” you whisper as you rise to your feet. he stares straight ahead, either lost in thought, or just super interested in watching the water droplets fall from the gutters outside.

but he knows—he’s been told over and over that it just wasn’t the right time. still, that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

he finally turns his head, and shit, you have that pout on your face—the one that makes his heart feel like it’s been put in a chokehold.

“hey, tuck that back in!” he exclaims, pressing his index finger against your bottom lip. “c’mon don’t be makin’ that face.”

“you don’t want to marry me anymore?” you ask, silently cursing yourself for sounding so needy. you said no—and now look at you, all wide eyed and nervous. pathetic.

“course i do,” he huffs, grabbing onto your wrist and pulling you closer. “only an idiot who wants to get married would propose after five months.”

he must’ve been an actor in a past life.

“you’re not an idiot,” you reassure, and you’re positive that a certain atsumu lookalike and his brunette boyfriend would put you to shame for saying that—but it’s true. “i think i’m the idiot.”

you are, and quite a big one at that. five months ago, that night felt so right. atsumu dragged the dining room table a little to the left so you could see the pretty sunset as you ate—there’s a scuff mark on the floor to prove it. atsumu had steak for a week straight as he tried to perfect it—he was already sick of it by the fourth day. atsumu pirated the new batman movie after he heard you say you wanted to go see it—now his computer has a virus. it was perfect, all of it. so why was your answer still no?

“yeah, who the hell rinses in cold water?” he points to your side of the sink as he laughs, and you think you fall in love a little more—if that’s even in the realm of possibility anymore.

you were scared. of commitment? of divorce? of love? probably a mix of all three. but now, you’re certain, and you’d never make the same mistake twice.

“i meant for saying no to you, atsumu. i’ll never turn you down again.” you wrap your arms around his torso, and he stiffens up. jeez, what now?

“well,” he grabs your shoulders and peels you off, breathing out a puff of air. he smiles, and it’s suspiciously sweet, but then—he gets on one knee.

tendou pushes himself off the wall and slowly makes his way across the room to you.

"shouldn't I be asking you that question, your highness? last i checked i'm not the one under any sort of curfew."

your nose scrunches up as he stalks closer, your mortification at being caught slowly staining around the edges with annoyance that it was him of all people.

"i'm surprised commander ushijima doesn't keep you on curfew. he's such a stickler for the rules," you mumble the words through a pout. tendou resists the urge to pinch the soft swell of your cheek as it puffs out indignantly.

"wakatoshi's only concerned with your safety, he acts in the same interest as the king."

your eyes flutter up in the wake of the young knight's words; too subtle to be an outright roll but evidence enough of your displeasure.

"my father's only interest is power," you say flatly, the words bitter even as they fall from lips so sweet.

tendou quirks a crimson brow, towering over you now as you fiddle with the creased material of your skirt. you'd obviously put it on yourself without the help of your lady's maid, a clandestine mission that no one was meant to know about, because he spots immediately how the waistline is crooked and part of your nightgown is puckering out at the small of your back like a duckling's tail.

"a legacy is power," he quips, his fingers twitching at his side near the hilt of his sword as he resists the urge to slip them under the waist of your skirt and tuck the errant puff of cotton into place at the base of your spine. "and as the only heir you are his legacy."

you huff--not as though you don't believe him, but that you're unhappy with the validity of his remark.

"so," tendou drags out the word, peering around the empty ballroom--lit by two small oil lamps you've set on either side of the floor a few paces apart. "what are you doing out of your chambers so late?"

he's fully aware of what you had been doing, you know it as well as he does, but he goads you into admitting it aloud.

"going to bed," you say stiffly, moving to step past him towards the doors.

he catches you by the crook of your elbow, and your eyes snap up to his. you meet his gaze with wide eyes, and then your look softens, lashes fluttering as your line of sight drops to where his fingers are lightly holding your sleeve.

"you never learned how to dance," tendou says gently, not asks, because he already knows the answer. his tone is no longer teasing.

your eyes flicker up to him shyly, and you shake your head no.

"evidently raising me with the skills befitting of a proper lady was not one of my father's interests," you admit quietly in reply.

the king had raised you--though the word seems unjustified given his indifference--alone, following the untimely death of your mother in your infancy. but your childhood memories are of governesses and the royal household's various other staff. of stablehands and scullery maids. of young knights training to one day join the royal guard.

"well," satori says, lifting his hand in offering.

you blink at him.

"are you looking to learn or not?" he asks, his hand still poised midair for you to accept.

"you don't know how to dance," you murmur, your brow pinching in the middle as you eye his outstretched hand skeptically.

"i can assure you i do," he laughs, and the sound bounces around the empty ballroom--getting lost in the far corners where the lamplight does not reach.

you cross your arms over your chest, turning up your nose.

"when did you learn something like that?"

he leans down towards you, bending at the waist to bring himself closer to your height. "i am the son of a nobleman, though you seem so intent to forget it."

you blink at him, flustered by his sudden nearness.

"well, if you're sure you don't need a lesson--" tendou withdraws, returning to his normal height and letting his hand drop.

you catch it before it can fall.

both of your eyes are fixed to the way you clutch his hand in yours--the warmth of your fingertips seeping through the thin material of his uniform gloves.

"please."

tendou's unfocused eyes flicker up to your face, where he sees you looking at him with an unexpected earnestness.

"please teach me."

and he does.

he starts off slow, teaching you the simplest of steps to the (proper) tempo. he hums a pared down tune to keep your movements in time, and you fall into step with him quickly and gracefully--though in truth, he expected no less.

he gets quickly swept up in the pleasure of leading you. of clasping your hand in his own. of resting his other hand upon your waist and feeling where your body dips and curves beneath his palm.

he's spinning you around the room before he can stop himself.

the two of you twirl until you're dizzy, and you're laughing at the top of your lungs as you try to hiccup out a slurred admonishment. you couldn't tell him to stop even if you wanted to through the laughter slipping from your lips.

but you don't want to. not even a little bit.

when finally you've lost any sense of up or down, of your lefts and rights, tendou stops the momentum of your turn with a tug--bringing your swaying body flush to his chest.

your head swims, your lungs ache. you fight to regain your bearings with your fingers twisted into the front of his jacket. the deep plum colour of his uniform looks more violet in the low light of the midnight ballroom. the starched material more yielding under your fingertips than you expect.

his cheeks are flushed. your touch is burning.

you look up at him with a softness in your eyes so devastating it almost brings him to his knees.

"satori," you whisper his name.

a plea.

your grip on his jacket tightens.

he smiles, but it's nothing like the carefree one that had stretched across his face while he'd been leading you in your dance. there's something melancholy even in the upward quirk of his lips.

he steps away.

"you're a natural, your highness," tendou says softly, and the words ache--pricking like thorns under his ribcage that accompany the bloom of his heart.

"tori," you murmur again, more desperately this time, reaching for him blindly.

he takes another step back, just beyond your grasp.

"i don't think i ever properly congratulated you, you know." he swallows over the taste of bile creeping up his throat.

your eyes beg him not to say any more. your hands are still half-outstretched, reaching for him.

"are you going in the kitchen, babe?" tendou spoke up, never looking away from the bright screen in front of him.

you hummed a short mhm in confirmation.

"can you grab me that chocolate i made earlier?"

"sure." you eyed the plastic sacks containing the sweets that sat on the counter. it was cold enough in the house that none of the treats had melted or formed into one massive piece. still on a mission to find a snack on your own, you opened up the fridge in hopes of finding something appetizing. the cool air that touched your skin sent chills down your spine, causing you to shiver. no sooner than you had opened it, the door closed with a thump. "do we really need the fans running if the air conditioning is on?"

"if we turn them off it'll just get muggy in here again. don't you hate sleeping when it's too warm?" he followed up.

you clicked your tongue and mumbled in agreement. the heat had been unbearable for the last week. there was only one thing you hated more than being cold and that was being hot. so if that meant allowing your apartment to become an icebox, then so be it.

"hey, i'm about to watch something. wanna join me?"

bag in hand, your feet led you into the living room and behind the couch so you could get a good look at the tv. you held out the packaged pieces of chocolate and he wasted no time grabbing them to dig in. the image on the start-up screen was that of a landscape—a dark, foggy forest. the title "the woods" was displayed in bold at the top. by the looks of it, it seemed to be a horror movie.

"mm, i don't think so." the last thing you wanted was to be freezing and on edge. it didn't sound like a pleasant combo to you.

"that's too bad, i have a blanket with all this extra room and no one to share it with." his hand ran over the cushion of the couch that was currently occupied with nothing but his blanket. he tilted his head back to look up at you. a glint of mischief passed his crimson eyes as he stared into yours with a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

you narrowed your eyes. his argument was based on harmless manipulation but, even so, you could admit to yourself that having a body next to you would be helpful in warming you up—more helpful the cocooning yourself in the comforter alone in your bed. and it was hard for you to say no to any offer that might involve cuddling. tendou knew as much which is exactly why he was looking at you as if he had already won.

but it would take a little bit more than the promise of warmth to sway you.

"i don't know," you drawled, "everything you watch turns out to be super weird."

"true enough..." he rolled his neck and let out a dramatic sigh before meeting your eye once more. "but are you really gonna make me sit out here and finish all this chocolate on my own?"

you huffed out a laugh as your fingers traced the fine hairs that started at his forehead. he stuck his lower lip out in a final attempt to convince you. and, just as he expected, it worked.

"that would be cruel of me." you reciprocated his theatrics by placing a concerned hand on your heart. he had a knack for getting you to play along, even if that meant sitting in on his more than unusual choice of movie. "scoot over."

as you rounded the furniture to join tendou, he folded the blanket back so you could get comfortable beside him. you plopped down on the couch and snuggled into his side before turning to him. your hand reached out to cradle his cheeks and you placed a soft kiss to the tip of his nose. an immediate smile found its way to his face, a smile you would have missed out on if you locked yourself away in your room. "you're lucky i love you, you schemer."

He wished you would wake up, keep him company as the long minutes drifted by, as the moon moved slowly across the pitch-black night sky. He dared not move you though. You needed your rest. But, the longer he looked at your sleeping face, the more he wanted to wake you. No, that wasn’t exactly right, he wanted to touch you. He didn’t have to wake you to feel the soft skin he coveted. He could just reach out quietly—yes, yes he could be gentle, careful, silent. He didn’t have to wake you to distract himself from the restless feeling in his legs, from the slow drag of the night.

Your face was serene, breaths slow. A little whine left you as he watched— you were dreaming. He wondered what you could be dreaming of to make such a delicious sound. Perhaps it was him. He was sure of it— you dreamt of him. His hands on your body, his lips on yours. The longer he lost himself in those thoughts of your dream life, the more he drifted into his. That was, until you muttered his name— Aki, it was so sweet, so innocent, just like it always sounded when you whispered it into his ear. A little whine followed, the same exact one you always made when he touched you. Yes, this was exactly what he had been waiting to hear. Long fingers gently brushed your cheek— would you wake? He tested the waters a little more, sliding the sheets down, watching your body shift when met with the cool air of the bedroom. But, still nothing more than another whine. 

“Baby, teasing me even in your sleep, huh?” He had pulled your shirt up, cunt completely bare to him. “No panties. Tsk tsk. What were you thinking?” He spread your thighs, slipped his fingers through your folds. Soaked. You really were dreaming of him, weren’t you? He pushed them in and held back a moan. “Fuck, s’fuckin wet, baby.” He bit down on his lip hard, trying to keep back the noises you so easily pulled from him— even now when you were fast asleep. 

Thumb found your clit as his eyes stayed trained on your pretty face bathed in moonlight. “So fuckin’ lucky, you know that? What did I do to deserve this?” He was never exactly sure, but he was grateful that, after all the trauma and despair that was his life, there was you. You, always there to love him, always there to take care of him, always there to look so pretty while you came for him. That was what he needed— to make you cum. You already were dreaming of this, weren’t you? Why not just help you? He sped up. Helping you, helping his sweet girl. Soon you’d cum for him. Just like you always did, and then he could fall asleep. Right? Your pussy clenched down, your clit twitched, a gasp left your slightly parted lips. Yes, good girl. Aki knew you’d sound this pretty, look this pretty even in your sleep—you always did.

He was surprised to see no more movement as he licked your slick off of his fingers and settled in next to you. Delicious, perfect. He closed his eyes. But, wouldn’t it be nice to be inside that pretty little cunt? The thought wouldn’t let him sleep. Wouldn’t even let him keep his eyes closed. He needed to be inside you now. There was no way he could ever fall to sleep without filling your perfect pussy up. That would do the trick, it had to.

He moved cautiously, so agonizingly slow he wasn’t sure he would ever make it between your thighs. So when he did, when he finally let his cock lay on your dripping folds, he sighed. Still asleep. 

“Still twitching, love? You needed me that bad?” Mumbled words more for him than for your sleeping mind. He felt the pulse of your clit under his cock. Every second he waited there, letting you twitch under him, he knew would make the feeling of finally pushing into you that much better. 

And it did. The feeling when his hips finally met yours was heaven. It had felt like an eternity, waiting to feel your cunt gripping him tight, but now— now he had traversed eternity and came upon the paradise that was your body. Fuck. Aki tried to keep the words to himself as he lowered onto you, desperate to feel your skin against him. Fuck, baby, feel s’good. He struggled to keep himself up, mere inches from your face— what he wouldn’t give to lean in and kiss you. He dared not wake you though, your day had been so long and arduous, you deserved to sleep, just like he deserved to fill that pretty little cunt up. 

Aki’s thrusts were slow and deliberate. He tried so hard to be gentle, to not disturb you. Although, every measured push and pull only seemed to make him more restless than before. He had needed this, to be wrapped up in your cunt, but what he needed more was to fuck you— to grip you hard and make you scream. Merciful, he was being merciful, and perhaps that was the problem. Your long day shouldn’t have ended with a sweet kiss, it should have ended like this, it should have ended with what Aki was now trying desperately to hold back. 

“Sorry, my love, not gonna tire myself out like this.” A hard thrust into you as lips crashed into yours. You jumped out of your sleep, you screamed, and you wrapped your arms around the familiar body on top of you.

“A-Aki—” He had already started a ruthless pace and you struggled to keep up— you had been lost in a dream of his cock buried in you, only to be awoken to find exactly that. He pushed your legs over his shoulders, placed a hand to your face, and let a soft I love you, baby fall from his lips before hitting the exact pace he needed to exhaust himself. Your trembling body, hitting your second orgasm, was the last piece and he was gripping you tightly as he filled you.

“Sorry I woke you, sweetheart. Couldn’t fall asleep.” He was out of breath, forehead tipped to yours. “Hope I didn’t wake you from a good dream.”

in between university, his internship, and additional french classes, he was extremely busy and you couldn't remember the last time you both spent any decent time with each other.

you knew that the process wasn't going to be easy, but you hadn't anticipated not getting any attention from your boyfriend. you knew you needed to respect his time and space, but not being able to go on dates or watch movies with him because of time constraints hurt you a lot.

"'tori?" you called, vying for his attention.

he hummed quietly, his eyes not leaving the pages he was focused on.

"watcha doin'?" you peered over his shoulder and your perfume evaded his senses. he could feel the soft flesh of your breast pushing against him and brushed it off as a mere coincidence.

"studying for my chemistry exam. what are you doing?" he teased, the familiar melodic lit his voice had floating into your ears.

usually by this point satori would have open up his arms for you, but he hasn't done that yet. his eyes are too focused trying to make sense of the words and equations in front of him.

you weren't expecting to get so emotional. and maybe it was ridiculous that you were. you hold your arms out, aching for his touch. for anything, really.

"j...j'ai besoin d'un calin."

upon hearing the french words, satori was well aware of your antics from the beginning. but he feels soft listening to you practice the language. sure it wasn't perfect, and you may stumble over your words, but you were trying your best and were so cute while doing so. he could eat you up.

"c'mere." he opened up his free arm, inviting you to snuggle into his side. letting you curl up next to him, he began to resume his studies.

he feels you wrap you your arms around his torso, your fingers rubbing gentle circles into his sides. he sucks in his breath at the feeling, trying to ignore how vastly sensitive he is—especially in the hip region where your nibble fingers are traveling.

the man repeatedly ran his free hand through your hair, pressing chaste kisses to your temple. he didn't miss how easily responsive you were—leaning into his touch, releasing soft noises of enjoyment.

if he was being honest, by this point, it took everything inside of satori to not toss the textbook aside and just ravish you.

he thought keeping himself away from you was the smarter option. he could never get enough of you. he thought that when he finished his exams he'll finally let himself indulge in you. a little delayed gratification never hurt anyone, right?

wrong.

with the way things were going now, he could see that that had backfired horribly.

tendou would be lying if he said he wasn't thinking about your cunt lately. of feeling it. sucking on it. tasting it. of being inside of it.

he tried to calm himself down. really, he did. and he only hoped that his growing frustration with the chemical formulas in front of him would rid all thoughts of wanting to bend you over, but no. nothing was working.

and your eyes can't help themselves. they traveled down to the tent displayed in his sweats that he obviously was ignoring. you could see the outline of his cock, thighs clenching at how thick and long he is. you could tell by the crease of his brow and the whites of his knuckles that gripped the pages he was beyond stressed.

and if he wasn't going to take care of himself, you would.

satori doesn't see you pull his cock out and hisses at the contact of your cold fingers. he clears his throat and his adams apple bobs. "what are you doing?"

"jus' taking care of you, don't mind me." you answer, looking up at him from where your hand pumps his shaft.

"paradise, it's not easy to do that when you're strokin' my cock the way you are now..." he breathes, watching your hand move. he throbs under your touch, precum already starting to leak from his head. his hips jerk slightly as they try to follow the path of pleasure but you pull away, tucking his dick back in his sweatpants.

"then you're not studying hard enough, are you?" a pout sets on your lips, and he only glares at you.

and when his eyes settled on his work button up you have on, that was when he broke composure.

and the next thing he knows, you're on his lap. his lips slot against yours in a way that's so familiar. that's home. it's the dance the two of you will never forget and always come back to, because it's so intoxicating. satori had told you in the past that you always taste sweeter than any chocolate he's made.

and with how sweet you seem to taste, he's able to forgive your little antics. his large hands tug you closer to him, and you smell his cinnamon aftershave.

"maybe you're my special ingredient." he teased one time, eyes slitting and turning a deeper rouge. "but i'm not so willing to share you with anyone else."

it was safe to say that he was your special ingredient too. and you missed him. your hands couldn't seem to figure out where they wanted to go, just that they wanted to caress and touch all of him. there was not a single part of him you didn't want memorized in your brain.

"ma chérie—ah—just hold on for a second—" he's panting, his beautiful porcelain skin flushed pink from the ruthless ministrations of your sinful touch.

satori, whether he agrees or not, is pretty. he's not muscular like ushijima, but he's long and lean in a way that's so beautiful and handsome. almost like a dancer. your fingers happen to slip up under his oversized sweater before making their way to his nipples.

he tries to steady his breath but you don't let him. "ma fleur, careful, you know how sensitive i—ah!" you pull at the sensitive pink nubs before you move your lips to his neck again.

his head leaned back against the couch. is this what heaven is? if so, he doesn't want to leave.

"fuck—you're so naughty," he laughs but you don't miss the nervous lit in his voice. he's not used to being out of control. "usually it's me making you feel like this, what's gotten into you?"

"just wanted to return the favor, mon chéri, that's all," you hum, moving down his collarbone. you tug at his sweater and he hastily removes it, exposing his toned chest. your eyes don't miss the thin, red strip of hair that leads to his sweats and you feel excitement run all over you.

satori decides that he likes you returning the favor, and lets you continue. your hands run over the plane of his chest, admiring and marveling over him carefully. satori's body relaxes more once you continue your ministrations on his collarbone and torso.

his hands steady your hips as they wiggle against him. "how am i going to hide these? hm? i have to go in to work you know." he reminds, pulling back only slightly.

you don't answer his question, for you don't have time for trivial matters. instead you just marvel him. "they're like roses on your skin. you look so much prettier with them." you murmur, pulling back to admire your handiwork. you smile at the half-lidded expression tendou gives you. right now he looks so gone and you pull back to him for more.

"'pretty'?" he parrots, tilting his head to the side cutely. his lip curls up in a goofy grin, "you think i'm pretty?"

"always have. always will. so pretty, 'tori." you reply, running your hands over his buzzcut. you admire the piercings on his left ear before biting and nibbling on the opposite one that lacks metal.

"and so are you." he breathes, his hands, while delicate, have little callouses from his work making chocolate. they were already like that from volleyball, but as of lately seemed much more so. his hands have always been your favorite so when this happened he became self conscious about them, saying he ruined them.

but they couldn't be anymore beautiful than they are right now. all you see are the signs of his hard work and dedication from doing something he loves and is passionate about. you admire him for his drive and you wouldn't want anything different.

you kissing his fingers shouldn't rile him up as much as it does, but from the way his cock jumps in his sweats, you both know he isn't going to last much longer.

and so the hands you love so much work over your body, moving and exploring every inch of your flesh. he can't help but grab your ass, massaging and groping at the fat and taking the opportunity to move your hips in a way against him that almost makes him delirious.

this is how he ended up where he is now—cock twitching in his sweats as you move your pussy over his crotch. your arousal has pretty much dampened the front of spot of his crotch area, but it's not noticeable by how dark his pants are.

he can definitely smell you. and he knows what you smell like. fresher than any roses, a little musky with just the right of sweetness, he wants so badly to devour your cunt. but with the way you make him feel right now, he can't bring himself to move. and he only hopes you'll forgive him for being selfish this time.

he can't remember the last time he had you like this but everything is overwhelming him right now. call it the stress of work, of studying—but nevertheless, he will never spend this much time away from you ever again. he doesn't want to take his life for granted.

"turn around for me, belle," he instructs softly, lifting you up slightly. you turn so that your back is pressed against his chest and you watch as his arm moves over you to push up his shirt you have on.

there's a sharp inhale from tendou when he realizes you're not wearing any panties, but he can't be surprised. there were times when he walked around the house in sweatpants but no boxers—like now— on plenty of times.

"so wet here, you're really needy aren't you?" he coos, amused by your whimpers as his fingers pump inside of you slowly. you buck up into his touch but he pinches your side in warning as he holds down your hips.

his free hand reaches up to grab at your tits, sighing as he feels all over the soft flesh. call him embarrassing at the moment, but he feels like a horny teenage in paradise right now.

"tori please do something..." you whine, grinding back into him by surprise.

he vigorously humps your ass, his cock twitching sporadically in his sweats and precum leaking from his tip as the prince albert piercing in his cock rubs against the material easily. with the way satori moves against you, you feel his erection grind up against your cunt the way it should.

you hate that he's not actually fucking you, that he isn't tearing off your clothes and having his way with you. but the high of pleasure between the two of you is so much that you can't afford any interruptions.

"you're close? you gonna cum f'me?" he asks, teeth biting your ear. his palm grinds deliciously against your clit, as well as the added stimulation from below.

you know better than to cum without satori's permission, it's the one rule the two of you had and he found himself loving the fact that he holds that over you. if you ever did, he'd leave you dry for days. and considering the dry spell you already dealt with, you don't want to suffer it again.

"tori please, m'so close. let me cum. please..." you plead, fingers digging into his thighs as you feel the burning build up of pleasure in your lower abdomen.

"can feel your pussy pulsing against me. you need it that badly, angel?" his tongue runs over the skin of your neck before sucking, opting to leave behind bruises the way you did to him. flowers to compliment your pretty skin, no matter the color of the bruise. together, you could be a garden.

"please!" you cry, deciding to repeat the word in a mantra. all coherent thoughts leave your mind as you're only focused on one thing and one thing only.

he decides to bask in your pleading for just a bit (what can he say, he's a sadist), even smiling a bit. "go ahead and cum for me, jolie." he says, pinching your clit. you quickly seize up at the motion.

satori grabs your chin, making you face him as you cum because there's nothing more beautiful than the sight of you falling apart under his grasp. your small gasp transforms into a whine before a pretty moan of his name escapes you. the tears that slip down your face as your body trembles is something he wasn't expecting to see, but he can't find himself to look away either.

he feels himself become overwhelmed with love and lust, blessed and thankful that only he could see you give such lewd expressions. he bucks up against your ass once more before his resolve snaps, overwhelming him.

"f-fuck..." he stutters, burying his face in your neck. his body stills for a moment and he moans loudly, his hands gripping you tightly.

you both still for a moment and you shift, giggling into his neck.

"tori, d'you just—"

his ears and face flush red. "like a teenager? yes, yes i did." he groans, laughing with you.

"wasn't expecting to cum with you, but i can't say that i hated it." he continues laughing, wiping his forehead of sweat. “it has been awhile, though.”

"missed you." you say, peering up at him cutely. your doe eyes are watery as they address him and you sniffle, burying your face in the crook of his neck. "i thought you had forgotten all about me."

a heavy feeling of guilt settles in tendou's chest and he presses kisses to your forehead, cheeks, nose, and lips. his crimson eyes look down at you with adornment when you laugh at the feather like touches.

"could never forget about you. you're all i have." he laces his hands with yours. leaning into your warmth. "m'sorry i haven't made enough time for you lately."

you hum, gears turning in your head before you move to your knees, undoing his sweats and letting his cock spring free.

"what...are you doing?" satori asks, his eyes glassy and in a haze.

you smirk, running your tongue along the underside to his shaft. he shivers.

He wished you would wake up, keep him company as the long minutes drifted by, as the moon moved slowly across the pitch-black night sky. He dared not move you though. You needed your rest. But, the longer he looked at your sleeping face, the more he wanted to wake you. No, that wasn’t exactly right, he wanted to touch you. He didn’t have to wake you to feel the soft skin he coveted. He could just reach out quietly—yes, yes he could be gentle, careful, silent. He didn’t have to wake you to distract himself from the restless feeling in his legs, from the slow drag of the night.

Your face was serene, breaths slow. A little whine left you as he watched— you were dreaming. He wondered what you could be dreaming of to make such a delicious sound. Perhaps it was him. He was sure of it— you dreamt of him. His hands on your body, his lips on yours. The longer he lost himself in those thoughts of your dream life, the more he drifted into his. That was, until you muttered his name— Aki, it was so sweet, so innocent, just like it always sounded when you whispered it into his ear. A little whine followed, the same exact one you always made when he touched you. Yes, this was exactly what he had been waiting to hear. Long fingers gently brushed your cheek— would you wake? He tested the waters a little more, sliding the sheets down, watching your body shift when met with the cool air of the bedroom. But, still nothing more than another whine. 

“Baby, teasing me even in your sleep, huh?” He had pulled your shirt up, cunt completely bare to him. “No panties. Tsk tsk. What were you thinking?” He spread your thighs, slipped his fingers through your folds. Soaked. You really were dreaming of him, weren’t you? He pushed them in and held back a moan. “Fuck, s’fuckin wet, baby.” He bit down on his lip hard, trying to keep back the noises you so easily pulled from him— even now when you were fast asleep. 

Thumb found your clit as his eyes stayed trained on your pretty face bathed in moonlight. “So fuckin’ lucky, you know that? What did I do to deserve this?” He was never exactly sure, but he was grateful that, after all the trauma and despair that was his life, there was you. You, always there to love him, always there to take care of him, always there to look so pretty while you came for him. That was what he needed— to make you cum. You already were dreaming of this, weren’t you? Why not just help you? He sped up. Helping you, helping his sweet girl. Soon you’d cum for him. Just like you always did, and then he could fall asleep. Right? Your pussy clenched down, your clit twitched, a gasp left your slightly parted lips. Yes, good girl. Aki knew you’d sound this pretty, look this pretty even in your sleep—you always did.

He was surprised to see no more movement as he licked your slick off of his fingers and settled in next to you. Delicious, perfect. He closed his eyes. But, wouldn’t it be nice to be inside that pretty little cunt? The thought wouldn’t let him sleep. Wouldn’t even let him keep his eyes closed. He needed to be inside you now. There was no way he could ever fall to sleep without filling your perfect pussy up. That would do the trick, it had to.

He moved cautiously, so agonizingly slow he wasn’t sure he would ever make it between your thighs. So when he did, when he finally let his cock lay on your dripping folds, he sighed. Still asleep. 

“Still twitching, love? You needed me that bad?” Mumbled words more for him than for your sleeping mind. He felt the pulse of your clit under his cock. Every second he waited there, letting you twitch under him, he knew would make the feeling of finally pushing into you that much better. 

And it did. The feeling when his hips finally met yours was heaven. It had felt like an eternity, waiting to feel your cunt gripping him tight, but now— now he had traversed eternity and came upon the paradise that was your body. Fuck. Aki tried to keep the words to himself as he lowered onto you, desperate to feel your skin against him. Fuck, baby, feel s’good. He struggled to keep himself up, mere inches from your face— what he wouldn’t give to lean in and kiss you. He dared not wake you though, your day had been so long and arduous, you deserved to sleep, just like he deserved to fill that pretty little cunt up. 

Aki’s thrusts were slow and deliberate. He tried so hard to be gentle, to not disturb you. Although, every measured push and pull only seemed to make him more restless than before. He had needed this, to be wrapped up in your cunt, but what he needed more was to fuck you— to grip you hard and make you scream. Merciful, he was being merciful, and perhaps that was the problem. Your long day shouldn’t have ended with a sweet kiss, it should have ended like this, it should have ended with what Aki was now trying desperately to hold back. 

“Sorry, my love, not gonna tire myself out like this.” A hard thrust into you as lips crashed into yours. You jumped out of your sleep, you screamed, and you wrapped your arms around the familiar body on top of you.

“A-Aki—” He had already started a ruthless pace and you struggled to keep up— you had been lost in a dream of his cock buried in you, only to be awoken to find exactly that. He pushed your legs over his shoulders, placed a hand to your face, and let a soft I love you, baby fall from his lips before hitting the exact pace he needed to exhaust himself. Your trembling body, hitting your second orgasm, was the last piece and he was gripping you tightly as he filled you.

“Sorry I woke you, sweetheart. Couldn’t fall asleep.” He was out of breath, forehead tipped to yours. “Hope I didn’t wake you from a good dream.”

“Mom got a new husband,” Ran announced as he walked into the vast lounge on the top floor of Bonten’s headquarters, stuffing his phone into the back pocket of his slacks and circling his glass, watching as the amber liquid sloshed to the top before settling back down. His feet dragged against the wood as he made his way toward where Rindou was reclined back on one of the dark couches, one arm thrown over the back as he tilted his head toward Ran, clicking his tongue sharply.

“Again?” Rindou asked, lips turned down and brows furrowed, just as displeased as Ran expected he would be. Rindou rolled his eyes when Ran nodded, downing the rest of his glass of whiskey before leaning forward and pouring himself another. “This is her third this year. You’d think she’d get sick of having to find a new wedding dress every couple months.”

Ran snorted, leaning against the wall next to the couch, taking a sip of his own drink, “I think that’s her favorite part,” he noted, sparing one last glance toward his younger brother as he laid back against the couch again, feet propped on the ebony table in front of the couch as he scrolled through his phone, lighting up another joint, unbothered by the news. 

Ran drew his gaze from his brother toward the floor-to-ceiling windows looking over Roppongi. The sun was setting already, the building casting an eerie shadow over the streets, the cars were beginning to thin out on the busy roads as people returned to their homes after work for dinner. His thoughts ran amok as he considered his mother’s words, trying to figure out the best way of conveying them to Rindou before he finally decided to just come out with it.

“Mom wants us to meet him,” Ran said simply, ignoring how Rindou choked over the smoke he had inhaled, head snapping to the side to look at Ran. Ran only stared ahead, eyes following a plane headed west from the city.

“Meet him?” Rindou demanded, tone laced with disbelief, “She’s never made us meet any of them before. She’s run through like twelve different guys and never asked us to come meet them.”

Ran shrugged, head dropping to the side to meet Rindou’s wide-eyed gaze, “She says she really likes him, thinks we’ll get along.”

Rindou snorted loudly, “I doubt that,” he said but Ran could see from the way that Rindou’s jaw was tight and his nostrils were flared that he was unhappy with the sudden turn of events and Ran couldn’t say he blamed him. They did not have good experiences with the men that their mother brought into their lives--from their biological father right up until the last man that their mother had forced them to meet when they were in their early twenties.

Rindou let out a frustrated noise, inhaling another puff of smoke before tilting his head back and exhaling, letting his eyes slide shut, “When’s she want us to meet him?”

Ran bit down on his tongue for a moment, letting out a soft breath. “Now,” he said. Rindou’s eyes shot back open.

“You’re fuckin’ with me,” Rindou said unhappily but Ran only gave him a wry smile.

“I wish,” he said dryly, “She was insistent about it too. Says we haven’t even come to visit her in two months, the least we could do is come now.”

Rindou rolled his eyes so hard that Ran swore it must have hurt, “How mad will she be if we don’t show?” he muttered.

“On a scale of Fiji to Oslo?” Ran asked, tilting his head to rest against the wall. He noticed Rindou nod from the corner of his eye, “Definitely leaning Oslo. She already sounded pissed.”

“Fuckin’ bullshit,” Rindou put his glass back down onto the table, rising to his feet, looking back at Ran, “You’re driving.”

“And you’re changing,” Ran muttered, eyeing the bloodstained white button-up Rindou was wearing, “Go change out of that. I’ll go start up the car.”

---

There was a car in the driveway, your fingers twitched at your sides as you stood from your vanity, trying to get a better look out the window. You couldn’t tell who had shown up at the house--whoever it was must have come into the house while you were still getting dressed and drying your hair after your shower.

You took in a shaky breath, eyes darting down to your phone. There were no new messages from your father or your new step-mother telling you who had stopped by and you bit your bottom lip, glancing at the glass of water sat atop your nightstand. 

You had to go to the kitchen to get your sleeping pills, your father didn’t let you keep them in your room--they were in the kitchen cabinet, past the sitting room, and if there really were guests over, you had no doubt that that’s exactly where they’d all be.

Anxiety ate at your stomach, your gaze flicked to the clock. It was getting late already and you had to be up for classes the next morning. You wouldn’t be able to sleep through the night if you didn’t take your pills, and if you took your pills any later, you’d sleep through your alarms. 

You briefly shut your eyes, letting out a long exhale as you made your decision. 

Fuck.

You grimaced as you stepped into your slippers, tugging down your silk shorts as you left your bedroom, arms wrapped around your torso. The halls were long and decorated with old, expensive paintings and antiques, the lights above were dim and flickering as a storm rattled the windows.

Mrs. Haitani was old money—your father was wealthy, yes, but the more you hung around with your new step-mother, the more you realized how vastly different her lifestyle was compared to the one you were used to. From spending habits right down to the way she talked and dressed, sometimes you genuinely believed Mrs. Haitani was from another world altogether despite technically being in similar class brackets.

And she was nice, you supposed, if not a bit pretentious. She doted on you like she would her own daughter, bringing you out to brunches, out shopping, gossiping with you over boys at your university. 

She had always wanted a daughter, she would tell you but her first husband passed away before they could try again, and by the time she finally started dating around again, she was too old to have any more kids no matter how hard she tried. 

She was older than your father—by a good twenty years, even if she didn’t look it—when he had first told you about her, you had been unhappy because it felt like he was trying to replace your mother. But you supposed that of all the women that your father could have remarried, Mrs. Haitani certainly wasn’t the worst pick.

You turned down another hallway. In the distance, you could hear voices talking—your father, Mrs. Haitani, and two unfamiliar male voices. You let out a shaky exhale, arms tightening around your torso. 

In and out, walk through the room to the kitchen, get your pills, and leave.

You stepped into the large sitting room and immediately four gazes were on you. You felt sick, you had never been good with people, especially new people.

Mrs. Haitani smiled bright when she saw you, leaning against your father, curled up at his side. She called your name happily, “C’mere,” she said, “I want you to meet my sons.”

Your mouth was dry as your gaze flickered over to the two men sitting in one of the sofas—sharp lavender eyes, dark button-ups and slacks, sleeves rolled up above the forearms revealing matching tattoos on opposite sides. 

The one with longer hair looked distinctly unimpressed, lounged back into the red cushions as he took one short look at you before returning to conversation with your father. The shorter-haired one, on the other hand, leaned forward, a sort of interest sparking in his eyes that had your hair on end.

“Haitani Ran,” he greeted smoothly, a warm smile tugging at his lips that would have lulled you into a sense of security had you not caught the calculating look in his eyes a second prior. He held his hand out to you and you hesitated before placing your hand in his, the cool metal of his rings sending a shiver down your spine. You prayed he didn’t notice how your fingers were trembling. From the way his smile widened and his grip on your hand tightened firmly, you knew your prayers went unanswered.

You swallowed thickly as you introduced yourself, pulling your hand away and letting it drop back at your side. Ran’s eyes glittered in amusement, teeth gleaming under the light of the room as he glanced at the longer-haired man, “Rindou, don’t be rude.”

Rindou rolled his eyes, tilting his head up and back to look at you again. You caught sight of the tattoo decorating his throat, a simple hanafuda design, “Rindou,” he introduced, eyeing you briefly from the corner of his eye as he turned back to your father.

Ran clicked his tongue in annoyance, eyes flashing cold for just a moment as looked down at Rindou before returning his attention to you. Your head tilted to the side in curiosity when you noticed that Ran had a matching tattoo on his throat.

“Why don’t you sit with us for a bit?” your father said, motioning to the armchair next to where he and Mrs. Haitani were sitting. “You guys should get to know each other, you’re family now, you know?”

The words didn’t not sit right with you. An uncomfortable feeling spreading throughout your chest at your father’s words, glancing back at Rindou and Ran once before shaking your head.

“No, dad,” you said quietly, “I only came down to get my pills. I have class in the morning.”

Your father opened his mouth to protest but before he could say anything, you turned your attention back toward Haitani Ran and Haitani Rindou. Rindou met your eyes for half a second before looking down at his phone while Ran kept his eyes on you. You shifted uncomfortably beneath his sharp gaze, “Nice meeting you,” you said half-heartedly, not entirely meaning it.

Rindou didn’t respond, Ran’s lips ticked up into a small, sly smile--one that you liked even less than the warm, artificial one. “Nice to meet you too,” he murmured.

You forced your gaze off him, a strange and unwelcome feeling stirring in you before you bid goodnight to your father and Mrs. Haitani, disappearing down into the kitchen, intent on grabbing your pills, returning to your room and going to sleep. You had a big day of presentations for your government class tomorrow, and the last thing you needed was for this to rattle you after you had been prepping all day.

It wasn’t like they’d be around often anyway, this was the first time you’d heard of them except for the pictures Mrs. Haitani had set up around the house from when they were younger. You were sure that they’d disappear again after tonight, so it was best to just push them from your mind.

Right?

---

“You’re a fuckin’ creep, y’know that?” 

Ran raised his eyebrows, not even bothering to turn toward Rindou as he heard his brother approach from behind, eyes trained on you instead, watching as you shifted beneath your sheets, dead to the world.  

“How you gonna explain this if she wakes up, hm?” Rindou continued, and Ran only rolled his eyes.

He turned his head over his shoulder from where he was leaning against the doorframe of your room, shooting his brother an annoyed, lazy look. With two fingers, he lifted the bottle of pills he had found in the kitchen cabinet prescribed to your name before flicking it over to Rindou. Rindou caught it easily, frowning as he read the prescription before scoffing, tossing it right back to Ran. 

“She won’t be up for a while,” Ran grinned at Rindou before turning his attention back toward you, eyes lidded as he considered your sleeping form.

“I don’t get it,” Rindou shook his head, standing half-behind Ran as he eyed you for a moment before turning his attention back to Ran, waiting for him to explain. Ran ignored him. “Hello?” Rindou demanded, “I’m talking to you.”

“Yes, I know,” Ran said dryly, “I am ignoring you.”

Rindou gaped, face twisting in annoyance but Ran tuned him out as he spit a volley of irritated curses at Ran. Though Ran supposed he wasn’t ignoring him to be annoying, he didn’t really know the answer to his implied question. He wasn’t sure what it was about you that was drawing him in. 

And it wasn’t like this happened often with Ran. If anything, it was always the opposite. Women were drawn to him and he took advantage of it--whether it was for trying to subtly gather information for Bonten or just for an easy fuck, Ran was never the one that was captivated by someone but… 

He let out a breath, tilting his head to the side as he watched you shift in bed again, soft puffs of air escaping your lips, covers half-thrown off, strewn across the bed haphazardly. He could see your chest rising and falling with every breath in and out, the way your button-up pajamas had come half-undone in your sleep. 

Sister, you were technically their sister now, weren’t you? he considered, unable to draw his eyes from you. Maybe that was why he couldn’t seem to get his mind off of you. Throughout all of their mother’s marriages, they never had a step-sibling before. It had always just been him and Rindou.

But even as the thought crossed through his mind, he knew it wasn’t that simple. It wasn’t just interest because of the fact your father had married his mother. It was something else--but what?

Maybe it was your innocence? he thought as his eyes searched your sleeping form for an answer. His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, eyes darkening. He supposed there was just something about the way you came down your hall in silk pajamas, arms wrapped nervously around your stomach, eyes darting around like a cornered animal, that had his blood running hot. 

You were younger than them--your father had mentioned that you were still in college, and his mother had implied that your father had kept you rather sheltered. Ran had not a single doubt about that, your eyes were still wide and bright, unlike most of the other women that Ran usually encountered around the clubs in Roppongi, who became jaded and empty-eyed over the years. It had been a long time since he’d come across someone who hasn’t been made dull and apathetic by the realities of the world and…

And Ran wanted to fucking ruin you.

“Don’t fuck this up for mom,” Rindou said sharply as if he could read Ran’s mind. Maybe he could, Ran considered as he forced his gaze from you back to him, frowning. “Don’t look at me like that, you saw her with the new guy. She really seems to like him. Don’t be fuckin’ gross and try to fuck with his daughter.”

“She always seems to like the new guys at first,” Ran dismissed and Rindou let out a frustrated breath at Ran’s blatant way of ignoring Rindou’s main point. “She’s pretty.”

It was an innocuous comment--a lot tamer than anything else Ran could have said watching your shirt ride up your stomach--but Rindou’s lips still twisted in disgust, “You’re disgusting,” he said, “Mom married her father, she’s technically our fuckin’ sister, Ran, c’mon.”

“Not by blood,” Ran grinned, winking at Rindou, who only looked even more disgusted at Ran’s words, “You’re gonna switch up,” Ran said firmly, ignoring how Rindou let out a ‘yeah, sure’, “and when you do, ‘m not gonna let you hear the end of it.”

“Fuck off,” Rindou said half-heartedly. “I’m going back to bed. Stop fucking staring at her, it’s creepy.”

“Whatever,” Ran said, waving his hand, sparing you one last look as you let out a soft hum in your sleep. His mouth went dry when he noticed that your blankets had slipped off your leg, revealing your skin all the way up to your thighs.

“Ran,” Rindou said sharply, and Ran rolled his eyes, finally ripping his eyes off of you to quietly shut the door behind him, “Don’t.”

Ran only smiled, “Relax,” he murmured, mind already whirring as plans bounced around his head, “I wouldn’t do anything she doesn’t want.”

---

You let out a frustrated breath as you looked down at the wires in your hand and then back up at the television, unable to figure out which cord you had plugged in wrong. You were exhausted, and your body was sore from working out, and you just wanted to lay down on the couch and binge the latest season of your favorite show. Why your father had decided to unplug the television before leaving for work was a mystery to you, you had heard him complaining about the picture being more static than usual and calling an electrician over to look at it after having fiddled with it for an hour and giving up.

He could have at least put it back the way it was before he fucked around with it, you thought to yourself. But knowing your father, he didn’t know how to put it back the way he had found it.

You grit your teeth as you looked between the wires and television again, going in for the fifth attempt. As you fiddled with the wires, you heard the shower water turn off in the distance. You frowned, instantly shooting a suspicious look in the direction of the bathroom.

The brothers had been around more often since the night they had shown up a few days ago—Ran, in particular. You didn’t know why—they had claimed to their mother that it was because they hadn’t seen her too often over the past year but you had a feeling that the excuse was not the real reason.

The number of times you had come home to Rindou smoking a joint by the pool or Ran wandering around shirtless after a shower, tattoos broad on display, was ridiculous, really. You hated how nervous the two of them made you, you hated how Rindou would barely spare you a glance even when you tried to say hi to him, and you hated how Ran was so touchy with you and you hated even more the part of you that couldn’t seem to get enough of it.

They had you on edge—both of them did, albeit for different reasons. 

“Need help?” your eyes widened as you turned your head to the side, eyes catching sight of Ran leaning up against the wall next to the fireplace, towel hanging low on his waist and another towel draped around his shoulders. Your mouth was dry as your gaze darted down, just as it always did whenever you caught him walking around shirtless, dipping down and tracing his tattoos right to his v-line before you went hot, realizing what you were doing and looking back up. He raised his eyebrows, the smirk on his face very telling of the fact he knew exactly what you were looking at.

Your face heated up in humiliation, you tried to remember what he had asked.

Help, he had asked if you needed help.

Your eyes darted between him and the television that you just couldn’t seem to hook up correctly--you wondered how long he had been standing there watching you struggle with it before he finally spoke up. You weren’t sure how long you had been lost in thought. Silently, you cursed your father yet again for unplugging it before he left for work.

You didn’t want to ask him for help, there was something about Mrs. Haitani’s older son that really, really rubbed you the wrong way. He was always nice to you, too nice, even, and it should be putting you at ease…

But…

Your eyes met his lavender ones, they were sharp, calculating, and you had a strange, distinct feeling, one that you couldn’t quite place but you were sure it was reminiscent of how a deer might feel when it’s cornered by a predator with nowhere to run.

You swallowed thickly, “Yeah,” you said quietly, looking away from him. Ran peeled off the wall, walking closer to you and your fingers twitched at your sides when he finally stood in front of you. Silently, you held out the wires you were trying to hook up and your breath caught as Ran reached out to take them, fingers brushing yours.

You stood there for a moment, unmoving. Ran raised his eyebrows again and you frowned, unsure of what he wanted. His lips twitched up, a sort of mocking amusement dancing in his eyes, “Gotta get past you, doll,” he murmured.

Your face went hot again as you realized you were standing right in front of where he had to get to, and just as you were about to move out of the way, your eyes widened, Ran pressed his hand against the small of your back, sliding past you. And you felt dizzy, the scent of his body wash was overwhelming, the feeling of his body brushing against yours, you could feel his skin--you felt light-headed and you didn’t even know why. 

As if he could sense how the brief contact had flustered you, he tossed you a wink. You stood there, stiff and nervous as he shifted the television on the wall mount so he could access the plugs better.

“C’mere,” he said, nodding his head to you, “I’ll show you so you know how to do it next time.”

You swore your heart was in your throat. The area behind the television was small, too small, you would be pushed up against him if he wanted you to come watch him plug it in. Just as you were about to shake your head and take a step back, Ran reached forward, tugging you a little closer. 

Your breath caught as your back pressed against his chest. He let out a quiet apology, not having meant to pull you that hard--but a part of you didn’t believe him even as you told him it was okay. You took a step away so that your body wasn’t flush against his but it didn’t help.

You could barely focus on the way his long fingers fiddled with the wires, connecting them correctly. His voice was low in your ear, smooth like honey as he explained what you were fucking up with. It had your blood running hot and your hair standing up all at the same time. 

His words went in one ear, out the other—you were more absorbed in the way you could feel how his skin was still hot from the shower he had taken, in the way you could smell his body wash so intensely, in the way you could hear each and every subtle fluctuation in his tone.

You prayed to god that he didn’t ask you to hook the television up yourself after he was done explaining to prove you understood what he was saying. On one hand, you knew damn well he already knew just how affected you were by his proximity and you were sure the satisfaction of that would be enough for him but on the other, you had a distinct feeling that Haitani Ran was the sort of man that got off on humiliation.

He was dangerous, you realized to yourself thickly. Your father kept you sheltered, but you were not naive. You knew of the rumors circulating Tokyo surrounding the people that bore the tattoo marring your stepbrothers’ throats, and you knew that the rumors were more than just rumors. 

An unsteady feeling curled in your stomach as Ran finished explaining. You stepped away, still feeling hot and unwilling to look at him as you made your way to the couch, shooting him a quiet, stuttered thanks as your shaky hand lifted the remote.

He sat next to you.

Too close. You could feel his skin brushing yours, you could see the way his towel loosened from the corner of your eye.

“What’re you gonna watch?” Ran asked curiously.

“A show,” you responded tensely, trying to loosen the way your jaw had clenched tight at his proximity yet again. 

He was waiting for you to elaborate, you realized and you let out a soft breath as you told him the name of the show, stupidly mentioning that it was your favorite.

“Mmm, hit play,” he hummed, “I’ll watch a few episodes with you, don’t think I’ve got anything else to do today anyway.”

With a figure that trembled just a bit too much to be solely from the way the air conditioning was blasting in the house, you pressed play on the remote—desperately trying to relax yourself against the cushions and ignore the way Ran’s toned arm was draped on the couch behind your head, ignore the way that if you looked out of the corner of your eye, your gaze could dip down below his towel from the way he was sitting.

Haitani Ran was dangerous, you noted again, hoping he missed the way you had instinctively rubbed your thighs together, especially if he could throw you off kilter like this so badly, if he could fluster you so intensely with minimal actions.

He was dangerous in more ways than one, you glanced at the tattoo branding his throat again and then went hot when he flashed you another smile. Very dangerous and you had always hated danger, no matter how appealing the form it came in was. 

And that realization was all you needed to know to come to the conclusion that you would stay the fuck away from Haitani Ran and his charming smiles and captivating words no matter what the cost.

—

Haitani Rindou could not understand. It took a lot to boggle him like this but his older brother’s obsession with you was certainly more than enough to render him to such a state.

And it wasn’t like he didn’t try to understand. He did, he swore he did. Especially after Ran made that comment about how Rindou would switch up, and he only tried to understand because he wanted to avoid what might cause the switch up just so Ran couldn’t hold that ‘I told you so’ over his head.

But he could not understand. He did not know why Ran was so captivated by you, he did not know why Ran was so insistent that Rindou would switch up, and he certainly did not know why you kept trying to talk to him despite the fact he was cold and aloof with you. 

Or, well, maybe he did know. Rindou’s lips pulled up around his cigarette as he made his way through the house toward the back door. You could not stand Ran, that much was apparent from how you had begun to actively avoid him. Whenever he walked into the room, you were moving in the opposite direction almost instantly. Maybe it wasn’t that you couldn’t stand him, he considered, more than it was Ran having come on to you too strong. 

You were a lot like a deer, Rindou noted, inhaling a deep breath of smoke before tilting his head back and exhaling, letting it cloud around him. Hesitant, wary, ready to bolt at the first sign of danger, and evidently, you had deemed Ran as dangerous. Rindou would be insulted, really, that you didn’t seem to view him as dangerous but he found it way more amusing watching the frustration cross Ran’s face every time you drifted over toward Rindou or whenever you fled the room as soon as he showed up. 

Rindou pushed open the back door, making his way out toward the pool, pausing mid step when he caught sight of you floating in the pool on one of the pink inflatable pool mats. You lowered your sunglasses when you heard the door open, tilting your head up to look at whoever had come outside. Your lips had been twisted down in suspicion until you seemed to recognize Rindou. Your lips turned up and you lifted your hand to wave at him. 

Rindou ignored you, trying to hide the smile that nearly touched his lips when he realized you must have been suspicious over the fact that it might have been Ran that came outside. He debated on going back inside but decided against it--Ran was arguing on the phone with Kokonoi and Sanzu, and Rindou knew it was only a matter of time before the argument started getting loud and he did not particularly want to deal with that. 

Holding the cigarette between his lips, he took off his tank top, pulling out his phone as he sat down on the pool chair next to the water. He scrolled through the groupchat he had with Mochi and Kakucho, snorting when he realized that the two of them must be in the same room as Kokonoi and Sanzu, listening as the argument drew on between them and Ran.

16:33 Kakucho: Sanzu won’t shut the fuck up, think Ran might actually lose it this time?

16:34 Mochi: Oh yeah, there he goes 

As if on cue, a crash came from inside the house. Rindou snickered, shooting a message to them before a splash from the pool caught his attention. His gaze darted up above his phone right as he pressed send. He raised his eyebrows when he caught sight of you wading toward him, head bobbing above the water as you leaned up against the side of the pool.

“Hi,” you said, eyes happy as you looked up at him. He wondered what changed from the first night he had met you when you could barely look him in the eye. Or he supposed that he did know, you considered him the lesser of two evils now. 

“Hey,” Rindou responded, meeting your eyes for half a second before letting his gaze drift back toward the house. Ran was at the window, phone pressed to his ear, eyes dark when he noticed that you were initiating conversation with Rindou.

Rindou, who had been very much intent on ignoring you after you exchanged your greetings, abruptly had a much better idea. 

He sat up from where he was leaning back against the pool chair, putting his phone down, legs spread and feet pressed on the ground on either side of the chair, elbows resting on his thighs. Your eyes brightened over the fact that he wasn’t ignoring you, Rindou bit back a smirk when he noticed the vile, frustrated expression that crossed over Ran’s face when he noticed. 

Not as fun when you’re not the first choice, hm? Rindou jabbed silently toward his older brother, having been in that exact position for the majority of his life. He knew that the only reason Ran had been so arrogant with his, ‘you’ll switch up,’ was because he was certain that you would prefer him over Rindou anyway, as most women have. And now that it was becoming apparent that that was not, in fact, the case…

Rindou was suddenly a whole lot more interested in you, even if it were for all the wrong reasons. 

You propped your elbows up on the edge of the pool, resting your chin on one of your palms as you looked up at him. 

“Whatcha guys hanging around so often for now anyway?” you asked, eyes lidded in a way that had his thoughts taking a rather filthy turn. He scolded himself silently, hating the way his blood jumped as you looked up at him through your lashes, eyes wide and curious.

He supposed he could see the attraction. He calculated you as he gave you a half-assed answer as to why he and Ran were suddenly all over their mother’s place again. You were a pretty little thing, that was for sure, and Ran had always enjoyed pretty little things like you. Rindou too, of course, but he had never seen it grow to this much of an obsession.

He watched as you babbled on about one of your classes--he wasn’t even quite sure how the conversation changed to this, but in his defense he hadn’t really been paying attention, too focused on trying to piece together the mystery you had thrown on him. He was grateful for the sudden change in your demeanor--this way he could focus on trying to figure this out while you distracted yourself with your conversation. You had been quiet the night that they had met you--quiet and timid and nervous. You were still that way whenever Ran was around, but Rindou thought he might prefer this side of you--the bright smile and brighter eyes that decorated your expression as you chatted animatedly about your interests. Interests that he genuinely couldn’t care less about but he still found himself listening fairly intently to as you went on and on about world politics. 

You wanted to be a lawyer specializing in international law, he learned, eyes tracing your lips as you told him about a presentation you had on about the geopolitical risks of nuclear technology. 

He asked you a question about your presentation, he watched as your eyes lit up, as you pushed yourself out of the pool just a little more, his breath caught as your breasts bounced at the subtle movement. Momentarily, Rindou’s gaze dropped down, watching as water droplets dripped down your collarbone and between your breasts. 

He dragged his eyes back up to your face, gaze slowly tracing up the water droplets still dripping down your body up to your lips, spread wide across your face in a sort of smile that ignited something in him that he didn’t expect. His mouth felt dry, his eyes met yours again. You didn’t notice--he supposed he should be grateful for that. The last thing he needed was for you to start thinking he and Ran were the same. 

Oh.

Realization hit him slowly--in a sort of way that had his skin crawling and heart stuttering in his chest. He spared one last glance to the window he had seen his brother in not ten minutes before, eyes wide and panic beginning to hit because…

… because Rindou had a distinct feeling that he just fucked himself.

---

Like his brother, Haitani Ran also could not understand. He was absolutely baffled as to how he had gone so horribly wrong with you. He had been nice, friendly, he went out of his way to try to help you and he made sure that he kept his temper in check whenever you were around even when Rindou was purposefully needling him. He had done all of that, and yet you still refused to talk to him--go near him, even.

But somehow you were perfectly comfortable with Rindou, and Ran just couldn’t understand why no matter how hard he tried. 

His thin temper was on the verge of snapping, and it would not be pretty for anybody if, or more likely when, it did. 

His jaw was tight as he stared down at his glass of wine, watching the red liquid slosh back and forth as he circled his hand. 

He didn’t even know why this was bothering him so much. Or he supposed he did, Ran was pretty sure this was the first time ever that a woman had not chased after him. And likewise, it was the first time ever that he had chased after a woman. 

And that was what had Ran so confused. 

Why the fuck was he chasing after you?

Why was it not working?

Why was he continuing to chase when it was apparent that it wasn’t working?

Well, the last question was easy to answer--Ran had always had trouble accepting defeat and this was turning into one of the most frustrating games of his life. 

His finger hovered above the call button on his cell phone.

Humiliating, this would be fucking humiliating. Mochi’s number was displayed bright on his screen, and he knew that calling his friend would result in a number of jokes at his expense but Ran wasn’t sure what else to do.

He could practically hear the comments already and it had his face heating up in anger and embarrassment. 

How the fuck was he supposed to explain that he was trying and failing to seduce his new step-sister without sounding like an absolute fucking loser?

There was no way, he realized mournfully, locking his phone and shoving it back in his pocket, downing the rest of his drink. He would have to figure it out by himself.

He glanced over to the clock on the wall. It was late, obscenely so, he hadn’t realized how quickly the time had passed, and Ran felt dread pooling in him when he remembered that he had a meeting first thing in the morning.

He let out a long sigh, tipping his head back and downing the rest of his glass. Placing the glass back down on the counter, head fuzzy from the alcohol, Ran began to make his way back toward his room.

A part of him hated you, truly. He felt it deep in his chest, flowing throughout his body. He never tried for anyone, ever, not until you--and you, the first person he genuinely tried for, only brushed him off, avoided him.

It was fucking embarrassing. Humiliating. He knew that Rindou was laughing at him whenever he got the chance, and he knew that if the others found out, they would be doing the same exact thing.

The fact that he had even been considering going to Mochi about this, to ask his advice concerning how the fuck to approach you, was a mystery in itself. Mochi would have never let him live it down and you should not matter to him this much.

Why the fuck did he care so much about what you thought of him? Why was he so desperate to make you see him, want him? He had never been that way with other women, why you?

Even if he had been right a few nights ago when he decided the reason he wanted you was because he wanted to taint that purity that seemed to cling to you like a second skin, it didn’t explain why he was trying so fucking hard when it was obvious you had no interest.

It was exhausting. And he was certain it was driving him half-mad, watching you hang around his brother like an elementary school girl with a crush all the while avoiding him like the plague.

He let out a heavy sigh, sparing your ajar bedroom door a hateful glare as he made his way toward it so he could pass it to get to his own room further down the hall. 

It was a waste of his time, he told himself, he was better off forgetting you and going back to women at the club. But even as the thought crossed his mind, the picture of your wide eyes and long lashes looking up at him as he helped you hook up the television flashed through his head, he recalled your soft voice and even softer skin as he sat just a bit too close to you and all he could think of was how your body would feel beneath his, how you would sound crying out his name, wide eyes glassy and tears spilling over your cheeks as you begged him for more and begged him to slow down all at the same time. 

Ran let out a low groan, shutting his eyes and tilting his head back against the wall next to your door. 

Fuck, he thought to himself, letting out a shaky, heavy breath as he tried to work himself up to continuing back to his room.

You were so close, he swallowed thickly. You were just behind the door and Ran could practically picture the way you were fast asleep in bed, blankets strewn all over, one bare leg visible, pajama shirt riding up your stomach. Your lips would be wet and parted, soft puffs of air escaping your lips as you slept soundly, unaware of his presence on the opposite side of the door and the vile, vile thoughts running through his head.

Another noise escaped his lips, his eyes screwed shut. What the fuck was wrong with him? he wanted to scream at himself, he wanted to pick his feet up to keep moving down the hall but he couldn’t.

Especially when he heard noise coming from inside your room. 

His head fell to the side, eyes trained on your door as he listened intently. You should be asleep, fast asleep, really, he had been in the kitchen with you when you took your sleeping pills earlier. Was he imagining it?

No, he definitely wasn’t. A quiet whimper resounded from your room, one that he would have missed had he not been listening for it.

There were no sounds of movement from behind the door, Ran was so still that he was certain if someone passed by they would’ve mistaken him for a statue.

He waited a moment—another, he recognized, swallowing thickly as he glanced at the door, a hot feeling pooling in his lower abdomen. Maybe you were having a nightmare? he considered, trying to figure out what to do.

His palm pressed flat against the ajar door, hesitating only for a moment before pushing it open. He winced at the creak, and cursed his mother for never replacing the hinges on the older doors in the house. And just as Ran was about to take a step into the room, he froze, because the next noise that escaped your lips was not a whimper.

His eyes ripped up to where you were laying, mouth going dry as his gaze landed on you, covers strewn on top of you, just like he expected, quick, heavy pants escaping swollen lips, chest rising and falling rapidly. You were wearing different pajamas tonight—a tank top that was half-falling off of you and a pair of shorts that barely covered anything—and Ran could not take his eyes off of you, and he wouldn’t have wanted to even if he could.

Your eyes were squeezed shut tight, sweat beaded at your skin, body shifting and squirming underneath the thin sheet—you had tossed your comforter off some time during the night. Another soft moan escaped your lips, unmistakable this time, and Ran’s cock twitched at the thought. 

Fuck, he thought, his feet were pressed hard against the ground. He tried to force himself to turn on his heel and walk away but he couldn’t.

It would be the right thing to do, Ran told himself but Haitani Ran had never been a good man, and a part of him wondered why the fuck he should start now.

But Rindou’s words circulated through his head—don’t ruin this for mom—and more selfishly, a part of him really was worried you would wake up, no matter how illogical the fear might be (he had seen you take the pills), and if you woke up and saw him, any chance he had would be thrown out the window.

With that thought in mind and a litany of curses running through his head, he took a step out of your room, closing the door behind him. Just as he was about to quietly shut it, another noise left your lips.

His name.

Ran stared ahead blankly, scared, if only for a second, that you had woken up and seen him. He glanced back over his shoulder, a million excuses on the tip of his tongue, but his lips only parted in shock when he realized you were still asleep.

Oh fuck.

God was testing him, he realized. His throat felt tight, his head felt dizzy. He took in a deep breath. Fuck.

And it took absolutely everything Ran had in him to step out of your room and close the door behind him. His eyes slid shut as he leaned back against the door, trying to control himself.

His hand twitched toward the buckle of his pants, cock straining against the tightness of his slacks, abdomen tense and breath shaky. The sight of you squirming in bed, the sound of your whimpers and moans playing on repeat through his head—his name. 

You wanted him.

The thought was almost enough to push him over the edge after having heard you moan his name in your sleep. For all of your avoidance and excuses, you wanted him, and it set a new sort of fire running through his blood, igniting the determination that had slowly faded after two weeks of rejection.

You and your father and his mother were going on vacation next week, Ran remembered, head half-dizzy and legs all but trembling as he made his way back to his room.

He would figure out a game plan while you were gone, and once you were back, he swore to fucking god, he would do this right.

—

Something had changed.

You weren’t sure how, or what exactly it was, but something had changed and it had you on edge. 

At first it was just Ran that had thrown you off kilter, unnerved by how familiar he acted with you and unhappy with the very unwelcome feelings he had brought upon you. But now it was Rindou too, and you hated it because he hadn’t been the one to change. He was still aloof with you, he was still distant, but now every time he accidentally (was it really accidentally?) brushed up against you, your head felt fuzzy and your body felt hot.

It had been easy to avoid Ran, because you would run to Rindou instead, but now Rindou wasn’t an option because he was making you feel those same, equally unwelcome feelings.

You shut your eyes. You hated it.

School. Studying. Clubs. 

That was your life.

You wanted to do well in university. You wanted to get into the best law school. You wanted to make a name for yourself.

And now you wanted them.

You wanted them, and you hated it. 

You wished you could go back to before you had met them, you wished you had stayed in your room and gotten a shitty night of sleep because now you couldn’t focus on anything but them.

Every time your professor droned on in class, your mind would wander to the way that Ran’s body had felt pressed up against yours that day he helped you with the television, your head would feel dizzy as you wondered how he would feel pressed up behind you in different scenarios—on his bed, over your desk, against the door to your parents’ bedroom. Your mind would wander to Rindou and his ever-apathetic expression, and you wondered what expression he would make if you were on your knees in front of him, if he was hovering above you with your legs hooked over his shoulders, and every time you realized just how far your mind had drifted, your face heated up and your eyes got teary.

You had never been like this before. You hadn’t. You weren’t totally inexperienced, you’d had a boyfriend before, but you had never been so dumb and obsessed over some guy’s cock before. You weren’t the type to just sit there and fantasize for hours on end but now you were and it was affecting your studies and it was their fault.

And it wasn’t just some guy, you wanted to cry, they were your brothers. Your brothers. Your father had married their mother. They were your brothers, maybe not by blood, but they were still your family, and all you could think about was them having their way with you in any and every possible position.

“You okay, hun?” you nearly flinched at the sound of Mrs. Haitani’s voice, and you wanted to cry even more when you noticed the genuine concern. She was worried about you as if you hadn’t just been having vile thoughts about her sons.

“Yeah,” your voice cracked, “I’m okay.”

She didn’t believe you, but for once she didn’t push and you were grateful. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” she sat on the couch next to you. Her suitcase was packed by the door next to your father’s, she was dressed fancy in a nice fur coat and hat. “It’ll only take a few minutes to pack, there should still be an extra seat in first class near us.”

“I’m sure,” you said softly, “I have an exam in two weeks, I really need to study.”

Mrs. Haitani sighed, but she nodded, rising to her feet. “If you say so,” she sounded disappointed, but you couldn’t really bring yourself to feel guilty.

With your father and Mrs. Haitani out of the house, and the brothers thinking you were with them, you would have plenty of time to study and get yourself under control, and you would be sure to take advantage of it.

—

He had fucked up. He had so awfully, terribly fucked up that he didn’t know if he would even be able to recover from it. Rindou gasped for breath as he frantically tried to turn his bike on, holding his wounded side and grimacing as he sat on the seat. As quick as possible, he pulled out of the warehouse. 

He had stumbled right into a fucking trap, and he had no one to blame but himself but he wasn’t going to admit that to anyone--not even his brother. He was the one who had pushed for accepting the deal from their rivals, Sanzu had been vehemently against it--claiming that they were just trying to set Bonten up--and Rindou had been stubborn, too stubborn, once he realized Sanzu was disagreeing with him. It had turned into a battle of egos because there was no way he would ever let Sanzu win because he knew damn well Sanzu would never shut up about it--Sanzu had it out for them ever since the Kanto Manji days, and it had only gotten worse over time.

He had wanted to prove the fucker wrong and all he had done was give him more ammunition against Rindou and his brother. Rindou was not prepared for the slew of insults and accusations that were going to be thrown his way at the next meeting.

Assuming he survived the night.

He couldn’t worry about that yet. 

First, he had to get out of enemy territory, and then he had to get his wound closed up before he fucking bled out. 

The speedometer ticked upwards as he sped down the streets, trying to lose the cars chasing behind him. Each little movement had pain shooting through his body so intense that it had his vision going spotty. 

He might die, he realized, a sick feeling in his stomach as he took a sharp turn down another street, gasping as the movement ripped the wound open more.

He turned down another street, and another, and another after that. His vision tunneled and blurred, once he was certain that he had at the very least lost the immediate tails on him, he fumbled to pull his phone from his pocket. 

It was night time, and it was drizzling, and he supposed he should be more careful but he also supposed that being reckless was really his only option right now--his chances of survival were already slim anyway. 

He pressed the first number that popped up on his screen--Ran. 

“What the fuck is going on?” Ran picked up instantly, voice panicked, and Rindou could practically picture the expression on his face. Guilt ate at his stomach. “Rindou, wh-”

“Was a fuckin’ trap,” the words were bitter to admit out loud. “I got shot, I lost the people chasing me. I’m gonna head to mom’s place, it’s closer than the apartment.”

Rindou could hear Ran choke, “You got shot?” he demanded, “What about all the backup-”

“Dead,” Rindou grunted, swerving dangerously as his vision started going out again, “We don’t have time for this right now. Mom and the new guy are on vacation, right? I don’t want her to see me like this.”

“They are,” he heard Ran say over the line, his voice tense, laced with worry, and Rindou hated that it was because of him, “I’ll be there in twenty. Slow the bleeding, okay?”

“Yeah, I know,” Rindou muttered, hanging up the phone and stuffing it back into his pocket as he came to a hasty stop at the front of the house. He let out a slew of curses as his feet hit the ground, pain shooting up his side again.

He stumbled into the house, eyes frantic and breath quick. It fucking hurt, he grit his teeth hard as he looked around. He couldn’t remember where his mother had kept the bandages or needle and thread to stitch the wound up.

Fuck, he thought to himself, side on fire as his gaze darted around. The bathroom? 

Just as he was about to make his way to the bathroom, a noise made him freeze. Inhaling sharply, he reached for the gun holstered at its side, flicking the safety off and holding it up, ignoring how his side screamed in pain at the movement.

The hallway was dark and it took all of Rindou’s self control not to get trigger-happy. No one should be here--his mom, your father, you, you guys were all on vacation. The house should have been empty. His finger twitched as a shadow appeared in the hallway, a hesitant figure making its way toward him.

“Who-”

“Rindou?”

The anxiety that had been building in his chest disappeared in an instant at the sight of you standing at the edge of the hallway, dressed in pale pink silk pajamas, similar to the ones you had been wearing that first night. He dropped the gun to his side, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, “Y/n,” he breathed out, “the fuck are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with mom and your dad in Santorini?”

You shook your head, “No, I stayed home,” you said quietly, stepping into the sitting room. Your eyes darted around suspiciously before they finally focused on him, widening when you saw the blood staining his shirt and dripping down the side of his body. “You’re hurt.”

No shit, he nearly said but he bit the snippy words as soon as they reached the tip of his tongue when you rushed toward him, “Come, your mom keeps the medical stuff in her bedroom’s bathroom.”

You wrapped an arm around Rindou’s waist, careful to not put pressure on the wound and Rindou let out a shaky breath as he leaned into you a bit, not wanting to throw his whole weight on top of you and topple the two of you over. He let his eyes slide shut as you guided him through the halls. 

You were talking, but your voice was wavering and he could feel the way you were trembling against him. You were scared, and Rindou supposed a part of him felt guilty for it, but in his defense, you were not supposed to be here.

You turned on the light of the bathroom, ushering him to sit on the closed toilet seat. You didn’t say anything as you kneeled in front of the bathroom cabinet pulling out a bunch of different items before shuffling back over to him. Rindou’s eyes felt heavy as he looked down at you, watching as you knelt between his legs. 

“I’m going to take off your shirt,” you said after a moment, looking up at him, “To see the wound.”

Rindou only let out a grunt in response, grimacing as he forced himself to sit up straight. You fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, fingers shaky. Rindou liked to blame it on the blood loss-induced haze, really, because when he looked down at you, watching your fingers trace his skin as you wiped away the blood with an antiseptic wipe, he couldn’t help the way his mind wandered.

And a part of him wanted to punch himself in the face because here he was, bleeding out in his childhood home, his new step-sister helping patch him up, and the only thing he could think about was how fucking pretty you look on your knees in front of him. 

Get a hold of yourself, Rindou spat at himself, gritting his teeth and letting his head fall back as you pressed the needle into his skin. A hiss escaped his lips at the sting and you apologized softly under your breath.

Rindou’s eyes were lidded as looked down at you, kneeling between his legs, elbows propped on his side as you stitched up the wound in his lower abdomen.

“How do you know how to do this?” he asked, which was evidently a mistake because your gaze shifted up toward him, looking up at him through your lashes with wide eyes.

God was testing him, he decided, forcing his gaze away from you and looking back up at the ceiling.

“My ex got into fights a lot,” you finally said. He did not like the thought of you having an ‘ex’ but he couldn’t linger on it long as you continued, he could practically hear the amused smile twitching at your lips, “he didn’t often win.”

Rindou snorted, but the action made him wince. 

“The bullet went through, so i’ll stitch the other side and you should be fine,” you said after a few moments of silence, “… you’ll still probably wanna get this checked out by an actual doctor though.”

“Yeah, I will tomorrow or something,” not an actual doctor though, just one of the one’s on Bonten’s payroll. Going to a hospital was not exactly an option for him, and from the way you didn’t even question why he didn’t go to one, he had a feeling you knew that.

The bathroom door slammed open. Rindou jumped, fumbling for his gun, you let out a surprised shriek, just as he had a firm grasp on the grip of the gun, he realized who exactly had entered the bathroom with them.

“Ran, what the fuck?” Rindou demanded, heart racing as he relaxed back on the seat, “I thought you said twenty minutes.”

Ran shot him an irritated look, out of breath and still significantly frazzled, “You got shot,” was all he said in response, and Rindou wondered just how fast Ran had driven to get to the house so fast. “You don’t know how to patch up your own wounds you could have bled out.”

Rindou looked away. Ran was right, of course, but he wasn’t going to admit that.

“I thought you were on vacation,” Ran said, having finally noticed who exactly was kneeling in front of Rindou, stitching him up.

“I didn’t go,” you said quietly. Ran let out a hum, moving around you to sit down on the side of the tub next to Rindou, watching intently as you finished stitching the entrance wound. You tapped his thigh and Rindou took it as a cue to turn, straddling the toilet seat, facing the tank as you began to start on the exit wound.

Rindou made the mistake of looking at Ran, who was watching the two of you curiously. Rindou did not like the look on his face.

You stood up after a few minutes of tense silence, looking awkwardly between the two of them, “I’m gonna head to bed,” you said, “the stitching is pretty sloppy but it gets it done for now.”

“Thanks,” Rindou said, voice rough, and he felt a little bad because he should have been nicer—you just saved his ass, after all—but all he could focus on was how Ran was watching him with that stupid, knowing look on his face.

As soon as you left the bathroom, Ran was running his mouth, “You switched up,” he said so matter-of-factly that there was no arguing against it.

Rindou looked away, “Fuck you.”

“Bet you wish you were fucking her,” Ran countered in response and Rindou scoffed.

“Fuck you,” he said even louder, glaring at Ran heatedly. Ran only grinned, eyes bright. “Shouldn’t you still be sulky over the fact she won’t even look at you?” Rindou spit out, voice vile.

Ran looked unbothered and the thought had Rindou’s skin crawling because just a few days ago Ran had been furious and distressed over it.

What had changed?

“Why would I be?” Ran’s voice was teasing, too light to be of comfort.

“The fuck you mean why would you be? You’ve been shitty over the fact she likes me more for weeks,” Rindou snapped.

Ran’s smile had Rindou nervous.

“Oh, does she?” Ran cooed, “I don’t think it was your name she was moaning in her sleep, little brother.”

Rindou’s expression dropped, he stared at Ran, “You’re lying,” he hissed but Rindou knew that he wasn’t. 

“Mmm, it seems our new baby sister likes me a bit more than she lets on, Rindou.”

— 

You’d been tossing and turning for two hours. You couldn’t get your mind off of the brothers.

Again.

You had never seen Ran like that before, so serious, so scared. He had been terrified when he first burst through the bathroom door, and you weren’t sure you could exactly blame him. When you had seen Rindou stumbling through the sitting room, blood soaked through his shirt and dripping onto the floor, you swore that your heart was in your throat. 

You sighed as you sat up in bed, hands pressed against the mattress behind you, head tilted back as you looked up at the ceiling. 

Your hands were still shaking, you noticed, swallowing thickly as you shifted to sit off the side of the bed, feet dangling for a moment before you forced yourself to stand up. You had classes again tomorrow, but you couldn’t bring yourself to sleep. You were stressed over Rindou’s wound, you were stressed over whatever caused the wound, and you were stressed over the fact that no matter what you did, you could not take your mind off of either of them. 

This was not like you. A part of you was angry that they had showed up--this was supposed to be your week to relax, your week to finally get yourself under control, to focus back on school and studying and all of the upcoming exams you were going to have to suffer through.

Instead here they were, and here you were, once again up half of the night thinking about them. 

You should have taken your pills, you realized, but you were thrown off so badly by Rindou’s appearance that you had totally forgotten about them, and if you took them now, you wouldn’t be able to wake up for your 8 AM class tomorrow. 

You let out another irritated breath, rising to your feet. You might as well go make yourself some sort of tea to try to help you doze off. 

Just as you were about to make your way to the door, you paused when you heard a rather harsh knock at your door, two familiar voices behind it. 

“Rindou, c’mon,” you heard Ran mutter.

“Fuck off,” Rindou snapped right back.

You sighed, speak of the devils. Your feet dragged against the ground as you made your way to your door, pulling it open and looking up at Rindou and Ran. The question on your lips died when you saw just how furious Rindou looked as he pushed past you into your room.

“Um-” you began, turning to look at him but he cut you off. 

“You like stringin’ both of us along?” Rindou demanded, taking a step closer to you. 

Your jaw went slack, your face was on fire. You took a step back, stepping right into Ran’s chest. Ran shot you a smile unfitting for the situation, one hand on your hip as he made you take another step forward, back into the center of the room so he could follow Rindou into the room, shutting the door behind him. 

“I asked you a question,” Rindou said sharply, reaching forward to grab your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. Your eyes were wide as you stared at him, a dark look circulated behind his eyes but you couldn’t pinpoint whether or not it was anger or… something else. 

You bit your bottom lip, trying to look away, but his grip tightened. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you stuttered over the words, you were sure Rindou could feel how hot your face was beneath his fingers. “I don’t know-”

“No?” Ran cooed, coming right up behind you again, just like that day where he was helping you with the television. Your breath shook as you felt his body press up against your back, fingers grazing your hips as he held you in place lightly. “Are you calling my brother a liar, doll?” 

“I-I didn’t say that,” you said, trying to shake your head and failing when Rindou didn’t let you move your face.”I did not say th-”

“So you’re saying there’s some truth behind it?” Ran interrupted you. He leaned down, you could feel his lips brush the shell of your ear, you hated how your body shivered directly in response to it, and you hated how you knew damn well that Ran noticed if the chuckle he let out was anything to say about it. He clicked his tongue mockingly. “How filthy, doll, have you been fantasizing about your big brothers?”

You blanched, fingers trembling, body hot--and you weren’t sure if it was from embarrassment or from the feeling of both of them so close. 

“Y-you’re not my brothers,” you cried out, trying to push away from them but you couldn’t get yourself free. “You are not my brothers, don’t say that, that’s so-”

“Oh?” Ran murmured, and you had a feeling that you had walked right into whatever trap he had laid out for you, “So you have been fantasizing about us?”

Your heart was in your throat, “No, no, I did not say that either-” you tried to shake your head again but couldn’t. Rindou scoffed, you felt tears spring to your eyes. “I didn’t-”

“You haven’t?” Rindou’s voice was harsh, mean, you took in a wet, shaky breath, “So then why the fuck were you moaning Ran’s name in your sleep, huh?” 

You swore your world went still, your ears were ringing, his words rang in your head over and over and over again. 

Moaning Ran’s name in your sleep-

“There’s no-there’s no way,” you couldn’t breathe, “You must’ve heard wrong, there’s no-”

You were lying through your teeth, you had woken up many times over the past few weeks from less than pure dreams about one, or both, of the brothers. But there was no way they had overheard you--you don’t sleep talk, there was no way. You had never sleep talked before as far as you knew. 

“Mm, but you did, princess,” Rindou’s tone was laced with malice, eyes heated as he stared down at you.

“I didn’t,” you tried again, “I didn’t, I don’t think of you guys that way, I don-”

“You haven’t?” Ran cooed, his lips were still close to your ear, you couldn’t help the way your eyes fluttered shut, “Well, if you don’t think of us that way, then I guess you don’t wanna hear all the dirty little fantasies I’ve had about you, do you?”

Your breath caught, your mouth went dry, “H-huh?” was all you could say, and you wished that Rindou’s grip on your face would loosen so you could look back at him but Rindou forced you to keep looking at him. 

“I’ve thought about you a lot,” he murmured, and you trembled when you felt his lips brush your ear before dipping lower, ghosting across the skin of your neck, breath hot and dizzying against your skin, “Thought about that pretty face of yours, havin’ those pretty lips wrapped around my cock. You think you could handle my cock, doll? … I don’t think so, but I think you’d look real good chokin’ all over me.”

You bit back a whimper, lips parting when the fingers on your waist trailed lower, tracing light patterns on your hip bone, sliding even lower, too low. Your breath was quick, you could feel your body reacting to his touches, and you could feel the way his lips were pulling up in amusement.

“Thought about that pretty pussy of yours too, thought about ruinin’ it,” he breathed out, teeth grazing your skin. This time you couldn’t hold back the whimper. “Stuffin’ you so full of my cum that it’s leakin’ from your cunt for days.”

You shifted, accidentally brushing against Ran’s cock. A gasp ripped from your lips when he let out a low groan against your skin, “Thought about bending you over that desk you’re always doin’ your work on, takin’ you over the hood of your dad’s fancy car, splitting you open while you try to focus during one of those dumb Zoom meetings for your club.”

“S’not right,” you gasped as one of Ran’s hands flattened against your lower stomach, pressing you harder against him, “We can-”

Your eyes snapped back open when a hand wrapped tight around your throat, pulling you right from Ran’s grasp and backing you up into the bed. You gasped as the back of your knees hit the mattress, falling back flat, Rindou hovering on top of you, eyes dark and lips twisted down.

“Rin,” you gasped, “We shouldn’t, your wound and-and our parents and-“

“Fuck the wound and fuck them,” Rindou spat out and a soft keen left your lips when he let go of your neck, lips attaching to the spot beneath your jaw instantly. His mouth sucked hard at your neck, and you knew it would leave marks come morning but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, while his tongue drew pretty patterns against your skin, as if he was trying to soothe the area his lips and teeth were violating.

He drew back momentarily, knees straddling your waist as he looked you over, shaking his head, “You’re so fuckin’ pretty,” he murmured, pressing his lips back to the junction of your neck, voice muffled against your skin, “Never seen anything like it.” 

One of his hands slipped beneath your silk pajama top, smoothing over your skin before sliding up your body, kneading one of your breasts firmly, thumb flicking over your nipple. You let out a shaky breath, eyes fluttering shut as your back arched up off the bed and into his touch instinctively.

You could feel him smile against your neck, “You’re so sensitive,” he breathed out, pulling back to look over you. You watched as curiosity sparked in his eyes. “Have you ever…”

You knew what he was asking without him having to finish it, and you could feel the way your face heated up in humiliation at the question, “Yes,” you interrupted before he could speak it out loud. “Yes,” you hesitated, “I have…”

You have, that was true, but your ex-boyfriend wasn’t exactly adept in making a girl feel good. He was always more focused on his own pleasure. This was foreign to you, and you were nervous. 

Not to mention the fact that a part of you still was hesitant. 

You wanted them, god, you fucking wanted them. You’d been thinking about it nonstop since you had met them--it was eating your brain away, consuming your every thought. You hoped that letting them have their way with you once, you would get it out of your system, you’d be able to go back to focusing on your studies and your future. 

But… you couldn’t shake the thought out of your head--they were your brothers. Maybe not by blood, but they were your brothers. They were. Your father had married their mother, and both of them wanted the three of you to get along as siblings would. Mrs. Haitani was very vocal about it and even your father had made comments about how nice it would be for you to have brothers to look out for you now.

This was wrong, you told yourself over and over and over again but instead of pushing Rindou off and telling him to stop, you tilted your head back, giving him better access.

“Atta girl,” you heard Ran say, feeling the bed dip next to you and Rindou let out a low grunt of agreement against your skin, “Flip her over, Rindou.”

“Wh-” you began but you were cut off as Rindou immediately did what his brother asked, grabbing you by the hips and flipping the two of you over so that you were straddling his hips. Ran shifted behind you and Rindou sat up, pressing his lips to yours. 

Whimpering softly against his lips, your hands rose to intertwine with his hair, holding him close. Ran chuckled as he pressed up against your back, lips pressed to the nape of your neck, trailing wet kisses down your neck toward your spine. His fingers worked at the buttons to your shirt as Rindou kept you distracted, tongue tracing along your bottom lip before pushing into your mouth, pressing down gently on your tongue as Ran slipped your top off of your shoulders.

They moved fast, and efficiently. You just couldn’t keep up. You swore you felt like their hands and lips were everywhere, and it had you dizzy and reeling, you couldn’t even hope to make full sense of what was happening, all you knew was that you felt good, so fucking good that it almost felt like an alcohol-induced hazed had swept over you.

Ran’s lips moved slowly down your spine, and your body trembled under his touch, his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your silk shorts and you gasped into Rindou’s mouth, giving the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

“Shhh,” Ran hushed and your hips jerked as you felt his fingers ghost over your panties, drawing a light circle over your clothed clit, “You weren’t kidding, she is sensitive,” he chuckled.

You pulled away from Rindou for only a moment, “Ran,” you panted, trying to look back but Rindou’s hand returned to your jaw, grip rough. 

“Pay attention to me,” he said, voice low, dragging your face back toward him, to press his lips hard against yours again. 

Ran’s fingers dipped lower and he laughed, lips pressed to your shoulder, “You’re fuckin’ drenched, doll, how many times have you imagined this happening… have you tried to get yourself off thinking about us?”

You shook your head quick--too quick--tears springing to your eyes once again because you had. It was only once, and as soon as you realized what you were doing, you stopped yourself, reminding yourself who they were to you, and how you couldn’t be thinking of them that way.

“Oh you have, haven’t you?” Ran gasped in mock disbelief, “Dirty girl, aren’t you? How would your father react if he knew you were finger fucking yourself and pretending it was your big brothers’ cocks?” 

You forced yourself away from Rindou again, trying to ignore the way Ran’s long fingers dipped beneath your panties, body shuddering as his pointer finger glided between your folds, gathering up the slick before smearing it all over your clit. 

“Y-You’re not my brothers, stop saying that,” you stuttered, trying to convince no one but yourself, and from the way Ran snorted he knew that as well. 

“Hmm? Then why were you so worried about our parents before?” Ran questioned, biting down gently on your skin as he sunk a finger deep, deep into you. Your eyes half-rolled back at the feeling, hips jerking yet again in a desperate attempt for more. Ran groaned against your skin, “Fuck, doll, you’re so tight. How the fuck’re you supposed to fit us in there when you can barely fit a finger?”

His words went in one ear out the other, too lost in the feeling of their bodies already. Ran pumped his finger in and out of you steadily, thumb rubbing gentle circles on your clit while his free hand slid up your body to your neck, keeping a firm hold on it as he held you back against him. Rindou took the opportunity to trail his lips down your collarbone to your chest, hair brushing your skin as he captured one of your nipples into his mouth, tongue flicking over the bud as he sucked on it while his hand played with your other breast, pinching your nipple softly and massaging the soft flesh around it.

It was too much, they were too much. You couldn’t even think straight, much less pray to do anything. All you could do was lay between them and let them have their way with you, panting, gasping for air, body twitching and jerking with every touch. 

Ran slipped another finger inside of you, stretching your walls around him and your vision went spotty and your head felt fuzzy. Your body felt hot, too hot, and far too quick. 

“Oh god,” you whimpered, “Oh god, ‘s, ‘s so-“

You didn’t even really know what you were trying to say. Rindou’s teeth grazed your skin and the noise you let out was obscene, Ran picking up the pace of his fingers in time with Rindou’s increase of aggression.

It was overwhelming, so fucking overwhelming, you tried to hold yourself together. You tried so hard but it was just impossible with their hands and lips all over your body, and with the incessant filth spewing from Ran’s mouth.

“God, look at you,” Ran groaned, “Tried to play all fuckin’ coy and innocent avoiding me these past few weeks. If I’d known the only thing you wanted was to be stuffed with cock I would’ve given it to you, but you had to be difficult, didn’t you?”

No response left your lips other than another high pitch moan when his thumb pressed down hard on your clit at the same time as he tried to push another finger into you.

And that was all it took to send you spiraling, crying out their names so loud that you swore your neighbors would be able to hear as you came all over Ran’s fingers, body spasming between theirs and the grip Ran had on your throat tightened to hold you in place.

Your vision was blurry and your body was shaking but Rindou and Ran didn’t even give you a chance to recover. You were still fully out of it as they manhandled your body around positioning you on top of Rindou, straddling his waist.

“H-hold on,” you began, “I need a sec-“

Your jaw went slack when you felt the tip of Rindou’s cock nudge against your entrance before pushing in. 

And it hurt, even with Ran having loosened you up with his fingers before, it was no comparison to how bad Rindou’s cock was stretching you out. The tears in your eyes spilled over, streaming down your cheek. It burned and it stung, your fingers, Ran’s fingers, your ex’s cock, nothing could have prepared you for the sensation of being split open on Haitani Rindou’s cock.

“S’too big, s’too big,” you sobbed, “‘m gonna die.”

Ran only cooed, reaching from behind you to cup your cheek, wiping away the tears, “How cute,” he murmured, “How’s she feel, Rindou?”

Rindou was breathing heavy, “Fuckin’ tight, you weren’t kidding, fuck,” he moaned, hips jerking up, the tip of his cock nudging so deep inside you that you swore he was up in your guts somehow.

Your eyes rolled back and the pain slowly, slowly began to shift into pleasure, the burn of the stretch becoming bearable as Rindou rolled his hips up into you, waiting for you to adjust to his side.

And it was in no time, really, you had your hand braced against his abdomen, nails digging into his tattoos, careful to avoid the stitchs, arms trembling and your thighs tense as you tried to move your hips with him. You could feel every inch of his cock molding against your walls, the in-and-out drag had drool pooling at the corner of your mouth, heavy pants and high-pitched moans spilling from your lips.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Ran said quietly, and your eyes fluttered up, you turned your head to meet his eyes, unfocused and blurry, your hips still moving to fuck yourself on Rindou’s cock. “Feels good being split open by your big brother, doesn’t it?”

And his words were only partly registering as you nodded frantically, “F-feels s’good, feels s’good, Ran,” you cried, eyes sliding back shut, “Feels-“

Two hands fell heavy on your hips, bruising, stopping your own movements and Rindou’s in one fell swoop. You sobbed, Rindou let out a string of vile curses.

You forced your eyes back open to look at Ran again, and distantly, you recognized the cruel, playful look in his eyes as he watched you, “I want you to tell me every little filthy fantasy you had about me and my brother.”

You shook your head, opening your mouth to refuse but Ran’s smile only widened, “Then stay here, I’ll hold you here cockwarming him all night if I have to,” he told you, and the expression on his face let you know that he had every intention of following through. 

Your lips wobbled, your eyes blurred with tears again, one of Ran’s hands slid to rub soft circles on your clit while the other held you down on Rindou’s cock. He leaned in close over your shoulder, lips so close to yours they were nearly brushing. You could feel his breath mixing with yours, hot and dizzying.

“You feel how good he’s stretching you out,” Ran murmured, and between his words and the circles he was rubbing on your clit, your walls clenched down hard on Rindou’s cock, you could hear him let out a shameless moan behind you and you whimpered. “Imagine how much better it’ll feel when I let go and let him actually fuck you, doll.”

God, you could practically feel it. You could practically feel Rindou’s fingers digging into your hips as he brought you down hard on his cock over and over and over again, hips thrusting up to meet yours every time, cock so deep inside you that it had your mind going numb. You could practically hear the lewd sounds of skin on skin resounding through the room, the sloppy sound of his cock driving into your cunt.

You needed it.

And Ran knew it, if his smile had anything to say about it.

“Go on,” he urged, “tell us and I’ll let go.”

A humiliated sob bubbled at your lips, your body felt like it was on fire and you knew it wasn’t because of the way Rindou’s cock was lodged deep inside of you. You tried to move your hips despite Ran’s grip but he was stronger than you, and he only laughed when he noticed your attempt.

“S’not gonna work, doll,” he cooed, voice cruel and mocking. “Only way you’re getting what you want is if you give me what I want.”

The noise that escaped your lips was pathetic, your cheeks were wet from the tears that had spilled over, your body trembled violently beneath his grasp. Looking down, you noticed that Rindou’s eyes were screwed shut and his jaw was clenched, fingers wrapped tight around the bed sheets as he tried to control himself.

“I-I’ve thought about you,” you finally cried, and Ran hummed behind you, kissing your shoulder as he continued to trace light circles around your clit, “Th-the day you were helping with the TV-“

Ran tutted quietly and you stopped talking immediately.

“Tell me something new,” he said, “I could’ve guessed that one.”

Your lips wobbled again, taking in another ragged breath. He kissed back up to your ear, biting at the lobe gently. 

“I want you to tell me all the filthy thoughts you had while you were stuffin’ your pussy full ‘n pretending it was us,” Ran breathed out, the hand on your hip sliding up your body to palm one of your breasts, rolling your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger.

And distantly, you noticed your hips were free to move again but now any sense of coherence was gone as his tongue returned to tracing patterns on your skin, as one of his fingers continued to tease your clit while the other gave your breasts some much needed attention. 

“I-I thought about both of you,” you couldn’t even see straight. You were dizzy as Rindou’s cock twitched inside you, begging for the chance to finally fuck you right; and your eyes were blurry as the tears fell faster, your body hot as embarrassment spread through you. “I thought-I thought about suckin’ you off while Rindou fucks me. ‘n-n I thought about doin’ it while our parents are in the house n-n Rindou keepin me quiet while you go down on me. ‘n I thought about tryna take you both at the same time-“ another sob ripped from your lips, “please, please let him fuck me please-“

Ran laughed, a mean, spiteful laugh that had you crying even harder, “Hear that, Rindou? Our pretty lil step sister is nothin’ but a cock hungry whore, and here we were thinking she was all cute and innocent.” Rindou didn’t answer, his breath heavy and quick as he tried to hold himself still. “I don’t think you can fit us both this time but maybe next time, yeah?” 

Next time?

You didn’t get the chance to linger on the thought because at once your world spun and now instead of facing Rindou, you were facing Ran, Rindou’s cock still lodged deep inside of you, the slight switch in angle pushing him even further inside of you. You nearly fell forward, hands falling forward to brace yourself on Rindou’s thighs. 

You felt a hand intertwine with your hair and you winced as it yanked your head up and back rather harshly, your eyes met Ran’s amused ones.

“We can put that pretty mouth of yours to work though.”

Ran didn’t even give you a chance to process his words before he was pushing your head down hard, he tapped the tip of his cock against your lips twice impatiently, “Open up,” he said sharply and your body reacted on its own as your lips parted on instinct, “Good girl.” 

He was not kind as he pressed your head down even further, pushing his cock between your lips and into your mouth. He was big, longer and thicker than anything you had seen before and you had very little experience with giving head. You choked around him, struggling to take him in but he didn’t seem to care, only letting out a huff of amusement and then a groan as your throat spasmed around him.

You couldn’t breathe, and you couldn’t think straight to try to take in deeper breaths through your nose, although that wouldn’t have even mattered considering Ran held your face flush to his pelvis, cock stretching out your throat so much that you swore there was a bulge there.

“The fuck you waiting for, Rindou?” Ran asked his brother, and that was seemingly all Rindou needed because at once his hands found your hips, bringing you down hard as he thrusted up into you.

You choked on Ran’s cock, moan muffled and eyes half-knocked back at the feeling of him bullying his cock deep into you. Your mind felt absolutely blank and numb as Rindou began fucking up into you at a steady pace, the sloppy sound of his cock fucking into your cunt, the breathy moans spilling from his lips, the sound of you choking on Ran’s cock—it was all too much for you to handle.

“Don’t think I-fuck-forgot about you, Rindou,” Ran warned, “Actin’ all fuckin holier-than-thou that first night. Look at you now, fuckin’ your sister like a bitch in heat.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Rindou groaned, each snap of his hips getting just a bit rougher at his words—but you couldn’t even really register what they were saying, more focused on trying not to pass out because of the combined lack of air and intense pleasure.

“Hm?” Ran laughed, “That’s what you were tryna call me, wasn’t it? Who’s the sister-fucker now, Rindou?” 

The noise that Rindou let out was shameless, “Fuck you, Ran,” Rindou choked out as his grip on your hips tightened, as he brought you down so fast and so hard on his cock that it had your vision flashing white as your body shuddered and trembled, hips jerking and thighs tense as you came all over his cock.

“Fuck,” Rindou moaned loud as he felt you clench down on his cock, fingers bruising your skin as he fucked you through your high.

Neither he nor Ran give you a chance to recover. Rindou picked his pace back up almost immediately and Ran had never even faltered in his. 

He let out a low whistle before his grip on your hair tightened when you went half-limp trying to recover from your orgasm, continuing to rock his hips against your face at a steady pace, “That’s it, doll, relax your throat,” he said, but his words went in one ear out the other.

His pace shifted into a rougher, faster one, moving your head in time with your hips and you felt your vision start to go spotty. You couldn't breathe through your nose between each snap of his hips and even if you could, any air that might’ve made it to your lungs was torn right from them as Rindou drove his cock deep into you.

It was too much.

You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t think except for a few garbled thoughts, you couldn’t move, you couldn’t do anything except lay there and take it—the overwhelming pleasure, the pain of your throat being stretched out, the sound of all of the filthy noises resounding through the room and god the taboo of it all. What would your father think if he walked in on you choking over step-brother’s cock while getting railed by your other? What would Mrs. Haitani think?

The tears streaming down your face fell faster but even as the shame began to hit you, you could feel the heat pooling in your stomach again—faster, more intense this time. The burn of your lungs, the burn of the stretch of your throat and cunt, it was pushing you right back over the edge again.

You gagged at one particularly harsh thrust of Ran’s hips, trying to pull off to get some air only for him to press your face right back down, nose flush to his pelvis, grinding his hips against you. Your vision went spotty again as you felt his cock drag roughly against your throat.

“Gunna fuckin’ cum,” Rindou gasped, and he was fucking you harder, faster, faster than you thought was possible. His hips snapping up at a pace that had you clawing at Ran’s thighs trying to keep yourself steady, moaning and choking as Rindou fucked you into your third high.

You should be embarrassed, you thought to yourself distantly as another muffled cry around Ran’s cock signaled you were cumming again. You could feel the sticky mixture of your drool and Ran’s precum dribbling down your chin, your tears staining your face, you were shaking and trembling and weak, you couldn’t even hold yourself up anymore, rendered to such a humiliating state and the worst part was you couldn’t even bring yourself to care, too caught up in how good they were making you feel.

You felt Rindou’s hips stutter against you, his grip tightening on your hips as he grinded you down on his cock, cumming deep inside you with a shameless moan of your name. You felt full, too full, and warm, you could feel Rindou’s cum leaking from around his cock, dripping down your thighs.

You were barely conscious, your third orgasm having knocked all thought and reason from your mind, the only sensations you could make sense of were the feelings of their hands sliding against your body and their cocks buried deep inside you.

Rindou hissed when Ran didn’t let him pull you off of his cock, the overstimulation evidently a bit too much as his hips jerked instinctively against yours, but Ran was more concentrated on keeping you in place so he could finish himself off.

You heard him let out a pretty moan, and that was the only warning you had before he was stuffing his cum right down your throat. You choked and spluttered, trying your best to swallow what you could but it was just too much.

Ran pulled out of you after shooting half a load down your throat, seemingly pleased with having you gagging over his cum, attempting and failing to swallow it all. He held you in place by the hair as he stroked his cock a few more times, head tilted back and a low groan escaping his lips as he painted your face and chest white, releasing the rest of his cum onto your body.

He let go of your hair and you lost the only support you had, falling limp on Rindou’s thighs, unable to gather the strength to move. You whimpered as Rindou pulled out of you, shifting you off from where you were still limp on top of him onto the bed next to them.

You felt hazy and exhausted, your body already felt sore and you were trembling on the blankets as Rindou and Ran talked over you but you couldn’t even make out what they were saying.