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It wasn't that he had an issue with you doting on his brother. He'd expected it since the three of you were kids. His problem was that you were denying him even the most basic of affections; seeing your legs thrown over the younger man's lap was maddening. Watching the rhythmic motion of his arm tracing back and forth on your leg as he spoke with the other occupant of the booth was even worse.

"... right, Ran?" He blinked, masking his confusion with feigned disintest when Rindou smirked over at him. Rather than give a real answer, he let out a noncomital hum, ignoring the curious look you gave him. It wasn't like him to be absentminded, much less when it came to business dealings.

But instead of focusing on the impending deal, he forced his gaze to roam the room, scanning until he landed on a vaguely familiar blond and a devious idea occurred to him. When her eyes met his, he crooked a finger; predictably, she scrambled off her stool at the bar and nearly toppled over in her hurry to reach him. He couldn't help but wonder what the appeal of men like him was for girls like her -- he didn't even take the time to remember her name, where was her self respect? -- but the thought didn't linger.

"Hello again, sweetheart." Your gaze was burning into the side of his head. He could feel the dangerous vibrations you were suddenly radiating; Rindou was very obviously shaking his head from the corner of his eye.

"Hey, Ran." She was cute. Bright eyed and eager to please. Totally different from your seething apathy lately.

"Rindou." You hissed, barely audible over the thump of the music and his brother sighed in exasperation as you moved to flee the booth. To prevent this, Ran promptly threw his leg up across the way, still smiling at the other girl.

"Could you do me a favor?" If there was more rasp to his crooning, it was from the way your hands were white-knuckling the edge of the table with rage.

When Rindou had told him how possessive you were, Ran hadn't really bought into it. He'd figured there was some underlying circumstances that had made you fly off the handle. It couldn't be his promiscuity alone, right? Seeing you now, though, well...

You looked borderline manic.

There was a wild look in your eye as the girl leaned over him, fingers walking down his chest with a giggle. If he wasn't occupied with your reaction, it might have been seductive.

"Rindou." There was a warning -- a desperation -- in your voice that was intoxicating as you begged his brother to help you. It had him hardening in his slacks instantly, letting out a low groan when the blond finally reached his cock and massaged it through the fabric.

"You mean like before?"

You snapped.

Ran almost felt bad when your hands fisted her hair and hauled her backwards to the floor. In seconds you were on top of her, fist rearing back and apparently down to pick up an assault charge off this woman despite the fact he'd been the one goading you. Before you could do any damage, he wrapped his arms around your middle and manhandled you away from the scene. You fought him every step of the way not unlike a feral cat, kicking and clawing to escape him.

"I'll fucking kill her, Ran, I swear to God--"

"Now, now, kitten, don't be like that." Ran huffed, dragging you into the office and letting you go. Your gaze instantly fixated on the door he was standing in front of, teeth bared.

"Move."

"I can't do that, Y/N, you'll--"

"Don't call me that!" Your hands flew up to your head, tugging at your hair as you began pacing the room.

"Your name?" His amusement had you seething; he barked out a laugh when you swiped everything off the desk. You were breathing heavy, glaring from one spot to the next with no signs of coming down from whatever high he'd managed to send you to.

"Little lamb." Ran tool pity on you, cooing the pet name with newfound appreciation. He stepped away from the door, unsurprised when you shoved him back against it with enough force it might have hurt a lesser man.

What did surprise him was when your mouth met his with equal ferocity.

"You're mine, Haitani." The growl was followed by a hard bite to his lower lip; when he tasted blood he shuddered. Your tongue chased it as it flooded his mouth, pressing against him like you were trying to fuse with him.

"Prove it." He panted into the kiss -- if the battle of teeth and tongue could even be called that -- and you were immediately clawing at his clothes. There was a knock at the door that earned another animalistic noise from you.

"Fuck off." The order was barked by both of you and Rindous laughter echoed from the other side as you managed to bare his chest.

"Shit." Ran breathed as your teeth buried themselves in his skin; he was certain you'd drawn blood by the fourth time and the knowledge had him throbbing. Sure enough, when he managed to tilt his head down to look at you, his blood was smeared down his chest and across your lips.

Fisting your hair he slammed his mouth back to yours, using his grip to force you against the wall and notching his leg between your thighs. The way you instantly started grinding against him made him dizzy; he unlatched his hand from your hair and locked it around your throat instead.

"God, I love you." The admission earned him a sinful moan. Or maybe it was the way he'd literally ripped your shirt open with his free hand. Whatever.

You let out a whine as his lips met your skin, sucking bruises into it while he tightened his grip. Your grip went from clawing at his shoulders to his wrist, gasping as his mouth moved from your chest up, up, up--

Ran licked your lips, meeting your frantic eyes with a smirk as you tried desperately to inhale.

"Awh, what's wrong, baby?" He basked in the way your pupils blew out; the shiver that rolled through you.

"Where'd all that fight go?" It wasn't until your lids began to droop that he let up, letting you suck in much needed oxygen as he fumbled with your jeans.

"Ran, please-- I need--!" He snarled when he finally got them down to your knees and spun you around to face the wall. You arched your back, grinding your ass against his now painful erection as he shoved his slacks down just far enough he could free it.

"Shut up," It was barely audible as he lined himself up and slid into you. "Fuck yes--"

"Oh, God!"

"Mm, call me that again, would you, baby?" Ran chuckled in your ear before nipping at your lobe.

"God!" You chirped obediently; it had been a joke but hearing it a second time earned you a growl as he rolled his hips. The sob you let out in response was heavenly.

Your pussy clamped down on him as he slowly pulled out of you, mystified briefly by the fact he was actually fucking you. It was literally one of his wildest dreams to have you bent over like this. Watching as his cock disappeared into your heat was just fucking--

"Ran, faster, please! Please, I-- I need you." It was barely coherent as you squirmed, trying to force him deeper despite the ironclad grip he had on your hips.

"Shh," Running one hand up your spine soothingly, he took his time sinking back into you. "Been dreaming of fucking this pussy since we were teenagers. Let me have my moment." The whimper you released almost made him laugh; he took mercy on you as you sniffled, bottoming out in one hard snap of his hips.

Your knees nearly gave out as he started fucking you in earnest, sliding against your g-spot expertly as he tapped against your cervix. It had to hurt -- if your mixture of squeals and sobs was any indication -- but he was relentless. Punishing you for making him wait so goddamn long to be inside you like this.

The scream you let out as you came nearly had him joining you; he quickly hooked his fingers into your mouth and pressed down on your tongue in the hopes of muffling it. When the wet appendage swirled around the digits he groaned, digging his nails into you in an attempt to hold off on filling you up.

"I'm yours, huh?" Ran panted smugly, twisting your head around by pulling on your cheek.

"Looks more like you're mine. My little-- fuck-- slut." He spit into your mouth, grinning as you fell into another orgasm. Watching your blissed out expression was its own drug; he finally surrendered to the urge to pump you full of his cum when your knees buckled and he abruptly found himself fucking you doggystyle into the floor.

"Christ." He hissed out, head lulling back in ecstacy for a moment.

But then you were turning and scrambling into him, arms locking around his neck and sobbing and--

"Mine. You're mine, Ran." It was rasped against his neck desperately as you clung to him and he fell back onto his ass just so he could haul you into his lap.

The words were repeated softly against his skin as he tugged your pants back into place and tucked himself away. Ran shushed you gently, carding his fingers through your hair as you shook violently in his embrace. Guilt was threatening to overtake the pleasure he'd just been feeling; it'd been fun to tease you and get you riled up, but this... this hurt him.

"Yours." His confession came easier than he'd have expected. "I've always been yours, little lamb. Nobody loves you like I do-- not even Rindou." Your trembling slowly subsided the longer he held you, rocking you a bit.

"Promise?" Ran nearly missed the whisper against his chest.

"I promise, baby."

* * *

Rindou was entirely unsurprised when you came stumbling out of the office in Rans shirt, looking like a hot mess. He silently cursed his brother as you rubbed at your swollen eyes, clearly feeling pretty raw as you scanned the room.

The way your body melted at the sight of him had his heart fluttering; reaching you swiftly he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and guided you towards the exit at the back of the building.

"He's cleaning up." You blurted out as he helped you into his car, as if he cared where his heathen of a brother was when you were looking about ready to drop. Rather than inform you of this, though, he just nodded and walked around to the drivers seat.

Sure enough, Ran followed about five minutes later looking somehow worse than you did. He'd ditched his braids in favor of just throwing his long locks into a bun; the v neck he was wearing did little to hide the dark red rings adorning his chest.

Rindou realized, abruptly, he was jealous that his older brother was wearing your marks.

"You good there, bunny?" He found himself asking as Ran passed you a water bottle from the passenger seat that you promptly downed with trembling limbs. The aftershocks of your meltdown plus whatever debauchery you'd gotten up to with his brother were clearly weighing dragging you under as you curled up in the backseat with drooping lids.

"Mhmm. Jus' tired." Rans smirk grated on his nerves as he watched you drifting from the rear view, pulling away from the club and heading to their apartment.

It wasn't that he begrudged Ran his time with you. Not at all. You jerked awake, fighting off sleep with rolling eyes before succumbing to the pull once more. It was that he wanted it too. Rindou craved intimacy with you. He just wasn't going to push you like Ran; he wanted you to come to him. Preferably without him having to make you snap.

The car ride was quiet as you and his brother both relaxed; it wasn't until the three of you pulled up to their place that you started to look more with it. Tumbling from the car, you let Rindou wrap an arm around your waist and lead you inside. Ran followed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as the three of you paused in the living room.

"I'm going to get the blood off, my little lamb. Try to get some rest." With that and a knowing look directed his way, you and Rindou were left alone.

"C'mon, you can sleep in my room." There was an awkward sort of tension as you shuffled along with him, flopping down onto silk sheets the minute they came into view. He hesitated at the doorway, unsure if he should--

"Lay down." Your whine popped the tension like a balloon and he shrugged himself down to his boxers before crawling in beside you.

Likewise, you shuffled out of everything but Rans shirt before curling into him with a small smile. He wouldn't have been able to see it if it weren't for the dim lighting from the moon breaking through his blinds.

Your lips pressed sweet kisses against his chest, and he just barely resisted the urge to trap you against him.

"Bunny, you don't have to--"

"Shh, Rin." The words were a quiet rasp as you continued; the kisses evolving into little bruises to decorate his skin. Your movements were sluggish but purposeful, caressing every inch of him you could reach before shifting up onto your elbow and looking down at him with soft eyes.

"I--" The words died in your throat, a flustered expression crossing your features. "Can we--?" Rindou grinned, gently nudging you onto your back and rolling on top of you.

"Tryin' to say you want me to? Greedy baby." Crooning softly, he brushed his lips to yours, feeling you go limp beneath him as your thighs dropped open for him to settle against you.

"Please?" Nosing at your neck, he sucked his own marks into you grinding himself against your core with a soft groan. The mewl you let out earned a chuckle against your throat while you squirmed. It wasn't until your fingers were scraping at the top of his briefs that he leaned back to kiss you in earnest.

There was a distinct tang of copper on your tongue as the kiss deepened and you irritably tugged his underwear down. He shifted himself back far enough to kick them off completely before slowly unbuttoning your shirt.

"Patience." Rindou teased as you threw the shirt to the floor -- quickly followed by your bra -- and he stroked his cock.

"Rindou, please. I want you." The little pout you sent him had his heart stuttering in his chest and he found himself unable to resist you anymore. Gently, he tugged your panties down your legs and dropped them with the rest of your clothes, eyes rolling down your naked body appreciatively.

"Let me take my time." Your eager nod of agreement was what made him lean down to reattach his mouth to yours, pushing himself into your wet heat slowly. Soft moans filled his room in tandem as he bottomed out, eyes rolling back into both of your heads.

"That's-- Rindou--" You hiccuped his name as he pulled out equally slowly, mesmerized by the way your walls sucked and pulsed against him. It wasn't that he'd never had sex before -- not that he'd ever address it with you; he was happy to learn from Rans mistakes -- but for some reason everything just felt... more.

Humming softly to acknowledge your little whimpers of his name, sinking in and out of you at what must have been an agonizing pace from the way you were clawing at his back. Your heels were digging into his ass, trying weakly to force him into you more quickly despite the way you were only getting tighter.

Sure enough, you clamped down on him moments later, babbling incoherently against his neck while riding out your orgasm and he chuckled breathlessly.

"Feels good, huh, baby?" You were nodding desperately against his shoulder, legs trembling as he kept to his slow strokes against your insides.

This pace was never going to satisfy him-- not right now, when all he wanted to do was slam himself into you. But he knew Ran had probably been too rough on your pretty little pussy, and he wasn't keen on adding to the limp you'd probably have tomorrow.

Another orgasm sucked him deeper into you, though, and the way you sobbed his name made him decide he didn't care.

"Let me ride you." A sudden burst of clarity from you, pawing weakly at him to roll over. Obediently, he withdrew long enough to sit up against his headboard and you'd joined with him again in seconds.

You kissed him sweetly, cupping his cheeks and rocking your hips; using his throbbing cock to stir up your insides. Rindous fingers dug into your hips, making crescents in your skin and guiding you to move faster with a soft hiss.

"Just like that--" He groaned into your panting mouth, pleased with the responding mewl you gave him in response. Your hands were everywhere again, caressing his chest and shoulders with quick, jerky movements before finally settling in his hair and pulling.

It was the added spark of pain that sent him over the edge, pumping his seed up into you with another hiss of pleasure. Your name passed his lips softly, breathed into you like a prayer and he received a breathless giggle in response as your pussy milked him dry.

* * *

Ran smiled softly down at the pair of you an hour later as he crawled into the bed and curled up behind you. Petting your bare side, he let out a relieved sigh into the top of your head.

Rindous eye peaked open, a small smile tugging onto his lips as well. His hand landed at you'd waist, pulling closer to your front as the three of you dozed into a deep sleep.

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《 Part 3 《

Mistuya smiled against your neck, trying not to dig his nails too roughly into your hips as you rocked. Your breathless little whines as he forced you to swap up your rhythm were like music to his ears.

"M-Mistu--" Your glossy eyes met his just before he thrust up into you, making them roll back.

So pretty. So wet. So warm--

He groaned as your pussy clamped down around him; your orgasm washing over both of you like a wave. It tasted like actual fucking sunshine and he was addicted. He'd flipped you onto your back before it even stopped, pistoning into your heat too quickly.

If you'd been more with it you might have noticed -- might have complained more about the harshness of it -- but between him literally fucking you stupid and the strength of his pheromones all you managed was a squeal as you clawed at his shoulders.

It takes a conscious effort on his part to slow down when your pleasure starts splintering into pain. He doesn't want to hurt you-- never wants to hurt you and the way it tickles at his senses makes him flinch.

"My pretty baby," Mitsuya crooned, letting you pull his sweaty chest flush to yours as he rolls his hips leisurely. "Does that feel good?"

"S'good, Taka, so-- good--" The next orgasm hits you and he smiles, humming his approval. He could fuck you for hours. Days. Weeks. Every orgasm he managed to coax from you was supposed to just be a meal but yours were downright intoxicating.

He never wanted to stop.

"More, please?" Luckily for him, you didn't want to either.

Your blissed out expression had his heart swelling with affection; when he slipped his fingers down to toy with your clit, he basked in the way your lashes fluttered. The moan you let out gave him goosebumps, but it was the way your lips found his -- sloppy, weak, exhausted -- that had him melting.

In another life he might have called it love, but he was too old to make a call like that just because your pussy was literally doing magic on him.

"Yessss, just like that, please, Taka-- please, pleasepleaseplease--" Mitsuya smirked, strumming your clit faster as you writhed, hips bucking up to meet him desperately. He'd never made you beg for anything from him, but now that he'd heard it he was tempted to.

"Good girl." He whispered into the dark room as your body seized, bowing off the bed.

His arms curled under you, taking the opportunity to reposition you so that he could finally get himself off. Taking anymore of your energy would be dangerous-- but that thought wasn't able to keep him from battering against your g-spot hard enough to make you sob for him some more though.

You were mindlessly babbling to him as he moved with inhuman speed, trying to be mindful of your fragility. It was hard when you were so fucking tight; your pussy seeming to suck him deeper into you with every thrust. The raspy, needy way you praised him was the only thing keeping him grounded.

"Please cum in me; want it so bad-- wanna feel you!" He cursed, bending you nearly in half so that he could get deeper. He needed to be deeper--

Mitsuya came so hard he was pretty sure he blacked out for a second; when he tried to extract himself you let out a soft whine that made him wince.

Oops. He moved extra slowly, cooing praises even as he zeroed in on his cum leaking out of you with predatory precision. Your limp body didn't even have the strength to twitch when he absentmindedly scooped it up and pushed it back into you.

You were so pretty.

He'd decided to keep you.