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no-saints-around-here · 7 months

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Quiet Afternoon

Yandere BFF Bonten Rindo & Bimbo!Reader

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a little nsfw spinoff from my BFF Rindo series, starting here, masterlist here! not necessary to read but it'll provide some context imo

tw: yandere, smut, dubcon, sexual assault, double pen, afab reader, dead dove do not eat

The muffled clap of skin meeting skin echoed through the opulently decorated bedroom, though calling the enormous space a bedroom was generously stretching the term to its limit. Tastefully decked out in dark-toned hardwoods and the occasional flourish of gold and silver, the priceless masterpieces that decorated the walls and corner of the room as if spoils of wars were barely visible in the dim light, polished frames and shined metal unable to shimmer in the dull ambient glow of the intricate chandelier that hung above the bed. Yet despite all the glitters and glamor that shared the space, it was only the four-poster bed that received any ounce of the spotlight - or more so you, ever so elegantly posed naked on your fours above less sparsely-dressed yet obviously fuming Rindo.

“What the fuck-” The words were hissed through gritted teeth as he harshly thursted himself upwards. “Did I say about talking to the others? Huh?!” You only huffed, unable to even catch your breath as strong arms simultaneously forced you backwards and onto him, his hips meeting the flesh of your buttocks with a wet slap as the Bonten executive plunged his entire length into you.

You, however, barely seemed to notice your self-proclaimed best friend’s foul mood as he pounded himself into you, the pleasure overwhelming any coherent thought that might have been left in that empty head of yours. Angelic voice that once could transfix and mesmerize crowds now reduced to mere huffing and wheezing, your doe-like eyes rolled backwards as he grinded his cock harshly against that one soft, spongy spot of your inner wall. Rindo was sure that the only thing keeping you up was his strength; the same strength that had kept you safe from the big bad world since you wore him down into friendship in childhood. But it was precisely this fact that had the well-feared mobster pissed off enough to tip his hand and break the sole unspoken rule he had held himself to for all these years to punish you.

Even after so long and what could be considered a forcibly short but successful stint as an idol, you still had barely a brain cell to share between both halves of your head, still couldn’t even follow a single simple instruction that he was sure he had drilled into you countless times.

It was just a routine job, no more than a few hours to be spent apart from you. His orders were easy and direct as they always were when it came to you: forbidding you from leaving the room until he was back, to keep the door locked at all times, and to not breathe a word to any of the other Bonten members except in an absolute emergency. Straightforward enough, yet where did he find you upon his return from his exhausting mission? Not in your shared room, no; he found you instead mesmerized by Koko, that slick, stingy motherfucker trying to brainwash you into selling nudes. Convincing you that he, Rindo, your best friend in the entire world, wouldn’t mind in the slightest since there was money to be made, and that Koko had buyers - dedicated, obsessed and very, very wealthy fans still reeling from your sudden retirement from the industry - lined up that would shell out a bomb for just a mere teasing shot in your panties.

Lies. You should know better than to think those honeyed words were nothing but lies. Because you were his and only his, and as your friend and sole protector, he would happily kill every last person who dared to lay such vulgar eyes on you.

“Why were you with Koko? What else did he say?” The younger of the Haitanis demanded, gloved grip tightening ever so slightly around your hips.

Despite the strong air-conditioning going at full blast and having done so for the past couple of hours, the prominent beads of sweat that clung to your forehead gleamed softly as if crystals clung to your skin as you panted, gasping to catch your next breath. A complete opposite from his own state. Rindo didn’t feel the slightest bit winded from this post-work workout despite being mostly clad in his combat outfit: the bulletproof vest paired with a simple black shirt and tie only missing a similarly colored pair of pants, with said clothing having long been stripped off and hurriedly discarded. Though more irritating was having to watch the dirt and grime and filthy blood of the outside world being rubbed off onto your bare skin - he’ll have to make sure that you got an extra thorough bath later. God only knows what kind of sickness you could catch.

You, however, remained unresponsive to Rindo’s demands except the occasional whuff and sharp exhale, lost in the pleasure rippling through your body from the valley between your legs.

Finally pulling himself out from his spiraling thoughts, the Bonten executive paused in his movements, sharp violet eyes narrowing at your failure to respond as he left himself half submerged in your folds. “Are you even listening?” He snarled, accompanied with another strong thrust that earned him a throaty gasp from you before stopping once more.

Rindo’s only answer was your struggle against his hold in a vain attempt to regain the sudden loss of friction. “Ah-ahh Rin-rin,” you whined, pleaded, as you desperately tried to regain the momentum that sparked pleasure in your abdomen, though your attempt to grind against him was in vain. "I really tr-ied!"

He already did so much for you - the tattoo on the front of his neck that branded him as Bonten was all for you. Who better to protect you from rabid world who would tear you apart without hesitation than the largest criminal organization in Japan? All those tortured souls, those eyes that he stared straight into before ending their life, all the blood that stained his hands. Rindo did it to keep you safe, to keep you by his side. And this was how you repaid your best friend? “You didn’t try hard enough.”

Countless men he had killed who had tried to take you away, who had tried to steal away your heart, who had tried to get you to notice them. And countless more he will kill - strangers, Bonten employees, former fans. He would kill them all for you. But even now, Rindo couldn’t quite muster himself to get genuinely angry at you. Even after you betrayed his trust, it was pretty much what Rindo had expected - you had always been quite the airhead, which was why you depended on him, why he, your best friend, had to care for you and look after you.

He’ll punish you for this transgression all right, but not too much; the thought of you fearing him, leaving him, sent shivers down his spine. Just a little bit wouldn’t hurt to keep you in line.

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Sure, Ran might have been strolling down Executive Row with the precise intention of poking his nose into his younger brother’s business, especially after the juicy rumors swirling as to what went down a couple of hours earlier with Koko. Now clean and dressed in a fresh set of shirt and shorts, this part of Bonten HQ was predictably void of souls - no servant would dare be caught loitering where the bosses lived. But being able to hear your harmonious voice whining from the corridor for all to hear? Even he didn’t expect something so bold from Rindo, not when the latter had a custom-made soundproof bedroom door installed the day he moved in. And sure enough, the thick, heavy padded steel door was slightly ajar, an oddity in the otherwise lifeless hallway neatly lined with an alternating pattern of invaluable treasures and rightly shut doors - Rindo must have been in a mighty hurry if he failed to do something so routine.

The rare and untimely creak of the usually well-oiled door fortunately failed to draw any attention, Ran noted, and the full view of your naked backside mooning him from the entrance quickly made it clear what his dear brother was occupied with. He remembered you well not only from your shared childhood in the Haitani household, but more recently from your time on the stage, those captivating melodies that you belted out without a second thought roaring up to the front of his mind once more. No doubt he still hears them from time to time on the air, but having had the opportunity to listen to you in person once, it was clear why you had rocketed to stardom. But ah Rindo - he kept you close to his side all this time. Negotiating with Mikey just to let him have you, he was always so obsessed with you, baring his teeth at any of the other executives that dared to even glance your way, let alone allowing you anywhere close to rabid fans eager for a piece of you. He even hides his fucking gun from you. No wonder he forced you to retire from stardom.

For a moment, Ran stood watching the two of you from the doorway. Rindo was frustrated at whatever sin it was that you had committed, and this was his idea of a “punishment”, yet that baby boy nestled amidst the luxurious fabrics was still so obviously, painfully gentle. The way he was edging you so carefully, glancing up at your face every other second just to make sure you weren’t actually hurting, still giving you the occasional pump so that you weren’t left completely high and dry; what else was there to say? Ran was nowhere this kind even to his favorite private whores. The smell of sex filled every breath he took as the cool air leaked out from the bedroom and into the otherwise empty passage, before the man finally turned to gently close the door behind him, locking it shut. A smell he was no stranger to, and while he was sure Rindo would maybe be okay if it was just him, but he would definitely be pissed if any of the others ever saw you in your current state. Pissed enough to end them with a clean gunshot to the head probably, and Ran shuddered at the possibility of having to bail Rindo out from Mikey’s wrath.

A soft chime ringing out from an unseen clock was like the starting bell of a fight, and it was a smirk that pulled at Ran’s lips as he padded over to the centerpiece of the room. Time to make this little session a proper punishment - he did have a heart after all, and if it did help Rindo keep you more in line, then fantastic

Your self-proclaimed best friend only took note of the unwelcome intruder when the nightstand drawer was pulled open, and in an instance, that look of mock anger (Ran was certain it was all just a bluff) fell away into horror as their eyes met. “What the fuck-“ Rindo stammered, the gears in his head seemingly coming to a grinding halt. You at least had enough awareness left in you to let out an eep at the sudden introduction of another voice, though you quickly settled back down as Rindo’s arms tightened protectively around you; maybe you assumed that all this was Rindo’s idea? Ran wouldn’t be surprised - your airhead already relied so heavily on the other to guide you through life.

“You left the door open. So I invited myself in.” The older of the two helpfully supplemented, signature lazy grin plastered all over his face as he rummaged for a little before pulling out a small tube.

“Get out!”

“Aww Rin-Rin, why’re you being so mean?” Ran teased as he slid onto the plush bed, comfy blankets that usually swaddled you and your delicate skin puffing up under his bony self as the man made his way across the enormous mattress. “I’m just here to help.”

“Don’t you dare touch her,” swore Rindo, the previous anger that had melted away from his face just minutes ago flaring up once more, cheeks reddening as he glared down Ran. “I’ll fucking kill you, I swear.”

But the fighting words barely bothered the older Haitani, more than used to his brother’s all bark and no bite when it came to actually making a move in front of you. “You want to punish her, don’t ya?” Drawled Ran, as he finally reached you. You jumped when cold hands touched your cheeks, spreading them apart with a critical eye as if appreciating a feast. “Doesn’t seem like it with what you’re doing.”

Ignoring the continuously growing threats that Rindo was growling at him from the bed, Ran instead busied himself making a show of squeezing out what was revealed to be lube from the small tube and generously coating his fingers. The shiny liquid seemingly glimmered under the light of the chandelier against the backdrop of your equally glittery skin, his anticipation of what was to come shortly quickly leading to a tent in his shorts. After all, desire for something was directly proportional to how off-limits it was, and you had been off-limits to him since Rindo first brought you home. He couldn’t wait. Casually pushed two slicked digits into your tight pucker, giving it a few lazy pumps in what seemed like an attempt to loosen and oil your bottom up for him, his impatience got the better of him, and the Bonten executive gave up all pretense. Hurriedly pushing down the band of his shirts and pulling out his already hard dick, you weren’t given a warning other than the light touch of his length as Ran lined himself up.

Your eyes popped open the same time that his head was forced past your ring of muscles, and your nose scrunched, an unmistakable sign of the flaring pain from between your legs. And the struggles started right after as you made a valiant attempt to free yourself from Rindo’s arms, the beads of sweat that clung to your hair holding on for dear life as you tried to wriggle away. “Ri-Rin, it hurts…”

But Ran was already lost to the warm heaven he, like an explorer stumbling upon the entrance to nirvana, had discovered within your wriggling body. “Oh- oh f-fuck,” was all the man could moan as his length sank in slowly and surely, the feeling of your newly opened bottom clutching and squeezing around his dick pure ecstasy, his mind almost liquid mush. Was this heaven what Rindo had been hiding from him all these years? Probably not, the executive floatingly mused to himself, as he pushed himself further inwards, given how deep in denial his younger brother was when it came to his relationship with you.

Your backdoor was miles better than any whore he had taken, in a league of your own, and that was putting it lightly - the warmth of your insides around him, combined with your muffled pained whines almost enough for the older Haitani to cum instantly if he had an ounce lesser of self-control. Sex might not have been Rindo’s top priority for keeping you out of the public’s eye and away from the rest of the Bonten executives, but god it should be - Ran would have been happy to pay an unimaginable number of zeros just for access to you..

Even Rindo let out a deep throated groan at the additional friction, before he caught himself and bit it back. Yet it was clear that you were stretched beyond your limit, the double penetration visibly causing strain between your legs, your thighs spasming with effort as you bit down hard on your lips, tears welling in those doe eyes of yours.

Slender fingers reaching down to gingerly touch at where you and Rindo were joined, the light exploratory brushes of his fingertips only serve to intensify your discomfort, as judged from the whimper that escaped your lips. Ran whistled - if that was enough to hurt…. That too failed to stop the smugly grinning executive, the older Haitani never ceasing as he continued to force his way past muscles that failed to keep him out, until he finally bottomed out in you, his balls slapping with enough force to let out an audible squelch. A pause, a temporary mercy to let you adjust to his size alongside Rindo’s, but more for Ran to admire the new expression that tore at your face.

An agonized grimace, a bleed of blood that adorned your plush lips, the idol that captured hearts was lost in the sea of pain he was putting you through. There was something beautiful about it, Ran admitted, as he ran one hand through your sweat-drenched hair, teasingly tracing light patterns into your back - he doubt there were many people who had ever seen this side of you, and it was a privilege he would treasure. The lust came flooding back as your tears fell, and Ran couldn’t resist leaning over to press a kiss to the back of your head before straightening.

“Move Rindo,” Ran grunted, as he started to grind his cock against your walls, pulling out slightly before slamming himself back in. “Move, dammit.”

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“Fucking hell Ran, you’re hurting her!” In a bid to dislodge the other from you, the younger of the two had attempted to roll you over and under him, but the slightest nudge had you crying out at the extra stretch, and Rindo stopped. He wasn’t going to lie that he wasn’t enjoying the extra friction - he had never experienced anything close before - but you were and always will be his first priority. You crying was the last thing he wanted, and the guilt was welling at the base of his gut. What fresh new hell was he putting you through?

Yet for all the nasty names his brain was yelling at him for not calling off this entire session, for not reaching under his pillow for his gun, Rindo couldn’t bring himself to pull out just yet. Against him knowing better than to continue, his hips began to thrust once more, and said gangster could only shove down the protesting best friend inside him.

He couldn’t tell when him and Ran had synced up, their thrusts falling into a pattern of one in, one out. The sheer friction generated was godly - the divine feeling of his cock rubbing up against another felt through the thin wall that separated your pussy from your ass as they were forced past each other. And as the seconds - minutes, hours? Rindo had long lost track of time - your own cries of pain died down, you letting out tired whines and grunts as you laid spent on Rindo’s chest, the two brothers too busy hammering their hips against yours in a chase of pleasure to notice. All three of you toppled over that edge at the same time, Rindo letting out a strangled ‘fuck’ before like a tension coil finally allowed to release, his hot cum spurted deep into you as he shuddered against you. And nestled as far as he could push in your ass, Ran’s cock pulsed and shuddered as he too released his load into you.

Around them, the sudden warmth seemed to trigger a response from you, your walls tightening around them as you came, though you barely twitched, your eyes already half-closed as you laid cuddled against Rindo, exhausted. Letting out a satisfied grunt, Ran finally pulled out of you, falling backwards to sit on the plush bed in a daze, the last dribble of cum drooling from the head of his softening dick. “That was- '' Said mafioso swallowed hard, unable to describe the feeling, though jumbled mind quickly latched on to the white cum starting to seep from both your holes. “Trying to get her pregnant?”

Post-nut clarity hit Rindo like a truck, and the bliss plastered across his face evaporated, giving way to a dark, angry look. Reaching under his pillow, it was that telltale click as a familiar pistol was pulled from underneath the white covers. “That was you overstaying your welcome,” snarled Rindo, as he leveled the barrel straight at Ran. “Fuck. Off.”

Ran beat a hasty retreat, barely able to push his dick back into his shorts before he disappeared behind the heavy steel bedroom door, said door groaning as it was locked shut with a soft thud.

Alone once more, the background whirl of the air-conditioning suddenly seemed so loud, the air blowing through unseen grates whistling as it drifted down from the high ceiling. The made-man turned his attention to you, violet eyes softening as he took in your fatigued form and your flushed cheeks. Stripping off his gloves, your best friend carefully rubbing his thumb over where hot tears had torn their way down your delicate skin, before chancing a glance between your legs. Ravaged would have been light - Rindo grimacing at the sight of your still panting pucker, red and inflamed from where it had been forced open.

Sighing, the man bundled your naked form ever so gently into his arms, shifting his way off the bed and standing with a crack of his knees. You stirred, looking up at him with swollen eyes. “Rin rin?”

He hummed as he crossed the room towards your built-in bathroom. “What is it?” His voice was uncharacteristically gentle as it always was when it came to you, a 180 from the feared Bonten gunman who took lives with nay a blink.

“...” You yawned, snuggling into his chest, your eyes fluttering close once more. “Nothing.”

“Hey, no sleeping yet.” He nudged you. “Pee, shower, then doctor.”

“Doctor?”

Just to make sure you were alright down there, Rindo admitted to himself, the guilt that he had suppressed previously now back to eat away at his heart, but he said nothing more to you. He’ll make it up to you, he swore to himself. Somehow, someway. With a click, the yellow lights flicked on, illuminating the marble-floored spotless bathroom.

You piped up again as you caught your reflection in the mirror. “Koko said - Koko said if I made enough money,” you paused, interrupted by another yawn. “You could stop working.”

“I don’t need your fucking money, stupid.” Placing you down on the toilet, the purple-haired man flicked your forehead, rolling his eyes. And that was the truth. It didn’t matter - it had never mattered - what he had to do. All this was for you. All he needed was you.

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yukisgf555 · 1 year

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Best Friend Ran

warnings: NSFW!! jealousy, fingering, degrading, creampie, masturbation, vouyerism

side note: Rindou’s also in this lol sorry can’t help but include my bby😮‍💨

Ran knows he likes you. He notices how your eyes light up when you smile, how you do that stupid pout thing whenever you want him to buy you coffee, and even the way you rub your legs together whenever he touches you in the slightest.

He loves you so much he’s sooo happy to see you always !!

Until the day he sees you lock arms with Rindou, talking his ear off and leaning so close to him. Since when the hell does Rindou get so many bitches?!?!? Nevermind that, why the hell are you even all over Rin?

“Hi Ran!!” You were so happy to see him always

“Hi princess! Hey Rindou.” Ran narrows his eyes at Rindou but you don’t notice.

Rindou shoots Ran a look of question as to why Ran is doing that to him.

“Say y/n, wanna stay over at mine and rin’s tonight?”

“OMGG YES! We can get food or watch a movie, something like that.”

“okay, swing by at 7”

You leave to go grab your stuff for the movie.

“ What the fuck is your problem Ran you look like I just fucked your wife” Rindou said

“Did you?” Ran asked

“What? The hell? No?! What’s it to you anyways isn’t she just your friend?” Rindou is so confused on so many levels

“ yeah but keep your fuckin hands off her you little shit “ ran said

“Oh my god, is THE Ran Haitani pissed because your girl likes me more?? Maybe I should fuck her, she likes me better anyways you know” Rindou was trying to get under Ran’s skin. He didn’t really mean it but it was one of the few times he had an advantage over Ran.

“ I swear to god I’ll kill you. I could fuck her way better than you ever could. And you better not fucking touch her ever.” Ran gets in Rindou’s face.

“Jesus Christ let’s just go home”

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The doorbell rings.

“I’m coming!” Rindou gets the door

“Oh hi y/n”

“hi rin, thanks for having me over! Where’s ran?” You asked.

“Right here pretty” he creeped up behind Rindou.

You walk in and set down your bag along with some snacks you brought.

“I actually have a bunch of homework to do so I can’t watch the movie tonight, you guys have fun though I’ll be in my room” Rindou walks off with his arms full of snacks.

“Y/n what do you say we watch in my room” Ran proposes

“Yeah sure lets go” you say.

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Ran puts a random movie on and you snuggle into him. In the middle of watching though, a scene comes on where the guy and girl make out and it has you rubbing your legs together. Ran takes notice and leans into you.

“ Did you like that?” Ran asks and it sends shivers down your spine.

“w-what??” Your throat runs dry and you’re suddenly aware of how close you are to ran, his hot breath fanning your ear, and his bulge.

Oh.

He’s hard.

“I said, did you like that?”

“y-yes.” You turned to him.

Ran reached into your pants and starts rubbing your clit through your panties. You whimper and sigh grabbing onto ran’s wrist.

“ tell me if you want me to stop”

“n-no keep going.”

Ran takes your pants and panties off and plants himself between your legs. He runs his fingers through your lips spreading your wetness all over your pussy and begins sucking your clit.

“ah- oh fuck ran.” you moan.

He slides a finger in and starts pumping into your gummy walls.

“Shit Princess this pussy tastes so good”

He adds another finger making you mewl. You cover your mouth remembering Rindou is in the room next to you, trying to keep it down so he doesn’t know. This makes ran mad and he starts scissoring his fingers at a fast pace, using his other hand to remove your hand from your mouth.

“Don’t fucking hide that shit from me, moan for me. Tell me who’s making you feel good. Cum for me.” Ran demands as he starts sucking your clit.

“ fuck! You Ran! You make me feel s’good!” You moan.

You spasm around him and your body jolts, seeing white as you choke on your moans. You cream all over ran’s fingers. He pulls his fingers out and pops his fingers in his mouth, savoring every last bit of your taste.

Ran pulls his dick out and starts sliding it in between your folds. He pushes his length in little by little until he’s buried into your pussy.

“Ran it’s too big” you whine

“ you can take it baby, s’made for you” he starts thrusting in you slowly.

“Ran, f-faster” you moan

Ran grips his hand around your throat and starts pumping into you at an insane pace. All you can hear is squelching and obscene moans.

“You fucking whore, taking my dick as if you weren’t all over my brother earlier. You like getting fucked like a slut?” Your pussy sucks him in even more, the words making you more wet in shame. You gargle out your moans while struggling to get air.

“ Yes! Fuck! Only by you ran, my pussy s’yours only” you scream out in harsh whines.

“ this pussy is mine only. Now cum all over my dick to prove it.” You dig your nails into ran’s back, and cum all over his dick moaning his name out over and over. Ran thrusts in you one more time, filling you up with all his cum as he moans your name loudly.

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How could Rindou not hear that?

He couldn’t focus hearing your beautiful moans. It was like a symphony, and every single single noise that escaped through the thin walls went straight to his cock.

Oh how he wished it was him having his fingers shoved deep into your pussy. It should have been him, slamming deep into your pussy It should have been his name that you were moaning. It was supposed to be his dick you were creaming all over.

But all he could do is fist his cock wishing it was you. How wrong it was to be stroking his dick to his brother fucking a girl he likes. He didn’t care how filthy it was, he was in fucking heaven hearing you moan. A couple strokes and he tightened his grip imagining it was your pussy. He shut his eyes, throwing his head back as he spurt out globs of his cum. He’ll make sure the next time it’s you who’s stroking his dick and swallowing his cum.

for my babe @rannovia !!!!!!!!!

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rinrinx2 · 2 months

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hiii!! Could you do something about Ran (tenjiku) with a reader (woman) based on Valentine's Day??? <3

Sorry if it's misspelled, English is not my first language :(

Valentine’s Day Fiasco

Ran x reader

Summary: your boyfriend who has lost his spontaneous charm takes you on a spontaneous evening.

Warnings: Smut, inappropriate language, mentions of d€at and murder.

(Accidentally wrote about Bonten Ran)

Ran was romantic but not the type to dance in the rain, spontaneous kind. No, he was the plan a dinner and get you flowers type. He always said if the two of you had met as teenagers then perhaps he’d be more spontaneous but now as an aged man the only thing he would do spontaneously was spend money.

And that’s what led you to where you were tonight, on Valentine’s Day. Sitting in one of the most elite restaurants in Tokyo, picking away at some overpriced Sashimi.

“You like it?” Ran asked as he peered over his wine glass just as he was about to take a sip.

“Yes of course baby” your replied trying to enjoy your evening.

It wasn’t that you were ungrateful for his extravagant nights out, but you longed for the youthful Ran that would make an evening out of nothing. The young Ran Haitani who had two braids and a dream.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn’t even noticed the shift in Ran’s aura, from calm and relaxed to on edge. As if he was waiting for something to happen.

“Shit” Ran whispered loud enough to snap you out of your thoughts.

You looked over at Ran, eyes wide with wonderment as you watched as he Ran his hand through his hair trying to sooth out the random strands that fell to his face in frustration.

Ran took a deep breath before he took a quick sip of his champagne.

“Grab your bag and walk to the exit, I’ll call the waiter and just wait for me outside” Ran said casually as if not to alert others.

You looked at Ran with confusion painted on your face. Taken aback by his words and more so by his demand.

“I didn’t finish my supper yet Ran and we ordered dessert, can’t we wait” you nagged hoping that he’d at least let you finish your valentines meal.

“Just listen to me and do what I say” Ran said now with a more serious tone as his eyes starred dead into yours.

You knew that look was not asking for you to test him, but rather for you to comply or the worst would happen.

So, without much of a fight your grabbed your purse and got up from the table as you made your way to the exit.

As you made your way through the restaurant you turned your head back to see Ran standing by the your waiter as he pulled out his wallet rushing to pay. Your journey out of this exclusive restaurant took longer than it felt and you constantly felt the eyes of a man on you which only prompted you to walk faster out.

Standing in the cool evening air waiting for Ran outside of a restaurant was not what you’d expected for a valentines evening.

And just as you were about to continue your internal complaining, you saw Ran walking out of the restaurant. His shoulders slumped forward almost trying to hide himself within with his brows furrowed. The opposite of how he usually was, his confident aura replaced with one of a guard dog ready to attack at any sound.

“Come on, we have to get going” Ran said grabbing your hand as you he dragged you along.

You tugged on his grip trying to loosen it unsure of what was happening and his little explanation was not helping your mood either as you grew more rebellious. Now pulling yourself out of his grip as you looked at him with confusion and anger.

“What is going on?” You questioned with concern.

“(Y/N) come now, I don’t have time for this”

“Just tell me what’s going on, I hate being dragged around like a rag doll” you said now with a raised tone.

“Just come now. Don’t make me say it again-”

“I fucking knew I saw that Haitani scum” a man said as the restaurant door swung open not to far from where the two of you stood.

A tall lanky man with a face tattoo of a snake traveling along the side of his face.

“Shit” Ran muttered under his breath as he grabbed your hand again, but this time you held no resistance sensing the worry and panic that emanated from Ran a feeling that you barely ever saw Ran feel.

The two of you began to run through the streets of Tokyo, scraping through people and pushing them over as you tried your best to get as far as your feet would allow you. Turning around ever so often seeing how close the lanky man with four of his henchmen trailing use.

“I’m gonna get you Haitani” the lanky man screamed as he began to pull out a gun from his blazer pocket.

“Quick, turn into this alley at the next turn” Ran said as he started sprinting to gain more distance praying that he would lose the men behind you or at least get you out of harms way.

When the turn approached the two of you ran into the alley quickly running through the maze of hidden backroads hoping that the two of you would lose the men chasing after you.

When Ran believed that the two of you were in the clearing he began to slow his pace as he moved the two of you behind a wall to catch your breath before use ventured on.

“What the fuck was that about” you said gasping for air, as you shot daggers at Ran.

“I may have killed someone close to him” Ran said as he looked over at you with that cheeky grin now plastering his face.

“How fucking close was that person to him, Ran!” You said as you were about to wipe the smile off of his face.

“Calm down it was only his dog… well Urhm kinda like not the dog but the owner of the dog who was his brother”

“What!”

“You killed his brother” you said now seething.

“Mikey sent me to do it and so I did” Ran replied as he now caught his breath fully.

“And if Mikey told you to jump off a cliff you’d do it too”

“I mean for the right amount I would”

“You’re an asshole you know that, you ruined Valentine’s Day” you said as you looked at him.

Ran watched as you stared at him with that burning passion of hate, taking in your figure, all disheveled from running, the sweat causing your hair to stick to your neck and the way your hair looked all wind swept from the running and the way your black dress was now even shorter and somehow looked tighter from having ran as fast as you had.

The look you dawned now made something in Ran stir, something carnal that he hadn’t felt in awhile and the way you spoke to him only drove him more wild.

“Are you evening fucking listening to me”you said as you placed your hands on your hips.

“Oh I’m listening all right” Ran said as he walked over to you now, as he pinned you to the wall behind you, knocking the air out of your lungs.

You looked at Ran with eyes blown wide, you looked into his pupils, only seeing the black of them starring back at you and watching as those sharp canines showed themselves.

Somehow the spontaneous teen Ran had made an appearance and you stood there shell shocked until you felt his hands begin to wonder your body.

“I fucking missed this” Ran whispered against your neck and he let his hands travel up your sides while his tongue lapped at your neck.

“Ran” you whimpered out almost trying to get him to stop.

“Shut up” he commanded as his hands now began to travel in between your legs.

The cool evening air mixing with his hot tongue was causing ripples of pleasure to shoot through you.

You felt as Ran’s finger tips began to prod at your puffy cunt, as he now slid his fingers up and down your clit causing soft moans to slip past your lips.

Ran’s other hand pulled down the straps of your dress pulling down the ones of your bra with them to reveal you plump breast as his mouth to left your neck to travel to your breast.

Taking a nipple in his mouth as his sucked on it as his fingers now pushed past your panties to know play with the leaking hole of your pussy.

“Ran” you cried out hoping he’d give you more as you felt his fingers slip in and out of you getting faster and faster. Feeling the way he curled them as he fucked you with them.

Your nipples hard from him sucking on them and you clit swollen from his fucking his fingers into you as you road them. Feeling as you got closer, with your lips dry and open gasping for air as you felt your high approach but just as you reached it Ran pulled his fingers out pulling away your orgasm.

Leaving you panting wanting more.

You couldn’t take it anymore, and like a needy bitch in heat you pulled at his trousers freeing his cock.

You looked at the leaking tip as you now turned around presenting your leaky cunt to him to use.

The sight of you being needy was driving Ran nuts and he couldn’t take it anymore from the sight of you presenting yourself like prey ready to be devoured, so he took the opportunity with all and he began to fuck you from behind as you clung to the wall for dear life.

Ran’s cock twitched as your cunt sucked him in, feeling the curve of his cock knock at your walls drove you close to your high once again. And Ran to was close from all the adrenaline rushing through his veins.

“Fucking take it you slut”

“Fucking take my cock” Ran said through gritted teeth as he fucked you faster and faster as you cried out in pleasure.

“You want my cum?” Ran asked as he pulled your hair.

“Yes I want it please!” You pleaded out.

“Then fucking beg for it”

“Please give me your cum. Please I need it. I’ll be a good girl. Please my pussy needs to be filled up” you begged over and over, until finally you felt that hot spurts of liquid shoot into you as you crashed around Ran’s cock creaming on it milking the rest of his cum out of his cock.

Ran pulled out as he once again tried to catch his breath, but just as you began to gasp for air the tall lanky man appeared again and Ran once again grabbed your hand not wasting a moment to start his sprinting.

“Can’t you do something?” You asked as you ran feeling as sweat once again started to run down your neck and his cum down your thighs.

“Like what?” Ran questioned.

“Don’t you have a gun”

“Oh yeah” Ran said as he now pulled out a gun from his suit jacket and quickly turned around just in time before the lanky man could react as he shot him right in the chest.

Ran now walked over to the shot man and his henchmen, giving the henchmen a look he gave his victims when he wanted information from them. The look that scared even the most brave.

“You wanna be next” he asked them, as the men looked frightened.

“This is the part where you run away” Ran said as he began to reload his gun watching as the men ran away.

You walked over to Ran who now put his gun away.

You looked down to the man that lie on the ground bleeding out.

“What’s going to happen to him?” You questioned.

“His gonna see his brother again” Ran said with a snicker as he grabbed your hand as the two of you made your way back to the main roads of Tokyo.

“So did you have a great Valentine’s Day?”

“It was something” you replied.

“I got a massive bouquet but I left it in the car” Ran said as the two of you walked off into the night.

“Shit! I forget we could’ve just driven off instead of done this goose chase thing”

“You think snake rat face guy will let us redo this chase again but this time I use the car” Ran said.

“I doubt he will honey” you said as you patted his arm.

“Gosh darn it”

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animeangel21 · 5 months

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Gym day.

Summary: in which you go to the gym with your significant other cause he wanted you to join. He failed to mention just how many women actually ogle him when he’s there and you just have to prove a point and show that he’s all yours.

-slightly suggestive content nothing too extreme!

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Enjoy.

You’d finally found the time to go to the gym with him and never really went cause it was quite boring to you. You used to go a lot at first when you met him and once he started working and staying out late at night he had to start going in the morning.

You both would go at night when it was empty and less people around which gave him the opportunity to mess around with you from time to time, smacking your ass while you squat, pretending to bang you when you’d bend over and pick something up or while you were stretching, all the dumb shit.

“It’s not that bad baby, kakucho will be there, plus you can do what all those other women do and just run on the treadmill and talk shit, or ogle me” he said and you smacked his shoulder.

“Hey! First of all, they better not ogle you and I didn’t wake up this early to run on a treadmill I will walk though.” He just shrugged his shoulders and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.

“They do ogle me and it’s fucking weird I ignore them though and it makes them very mad.” He said laughing as he pulled into a parking space.

“Yeah well if they do it today I’ll make sure they find another gym.” You laughed with him as well while getting out the car.

He watched you walk in as he got out and you turned around and winked at him. He stared at you in a black zip up jacket and grey leggings that accentuated all your curves that could make any woman in there jealous.

You scanned your little membership card and walked to the locker room to put your belongings away. You saw many women stare at you as you did but kept your head down with a smirk as you folded your zip up and left the cropped long sleeve shirt on. You slipped your sneakers on, grabbed your water bottle and clicked the lock shut and stuffed the key into your pocket.

Once you were on the treadmill so you could warm up before doing anything else you put it on a slow setting, put your headphones in and hit shuffle.

You looked over towards the weights and you could see Rindou spotting kakucho while he was on the bench press.

Maybe he was right, I could ogle him from here and no wonder these women did it too.

You felt a tap on your shoulder and you could see a woman on the treadmill next to you. “Sorry to bother, he’s good looking right?” She said and nodded her head in rindous direction.

“Heh, yeah he is I guess.” You said playing along just to see how far you could go with it.

“Good luck with that one, he’s hard headed, doesn’t respond, might have a type.” She tried to size you up subtly with a smile.

“Maybe, have you tried approaching him yourself? Or did he just ignore you?” You asked trying to sound as genuine as possible while trying not to laugh.

“Yeah, he didn’t say anything but just looked away I think I made him nervous. Like I said, he may have a type.” She shrugged her shoulders. She was a bit taller than you, very thin, long dark hair. You smirked to yourself. This was too easy.

“Hmm, you think I could?” You said and she looked over and kinda scoffed.

“I don’t know lets see, go on.” She said and you paused the treadmill and laughed to yourself while walking over.

Him and kakucho were just standing there and you looked back to see the girl whispering to 2 other girls and another 2 watching as well.

You tapped him on the shoulder and slowly slid your hand down his back. “Baby, do me a favor and try to act like you don’t know me but those girls really do think I couldn’t get your number or talk to you so, I think I gotta show em how it’s done.” He just looked down and smiled “ you’re an asshole”

“ I know, can I please get your number though? I think we should go on a date tonight?” You said and he slipped his phone out his pocket and placed it in your hand and he grabbed your phone from your pocket without hesitation.

“Never told me you had a boyfriend? Whose this man that’s your wallpaper y/n?” He said while laughing at you.

“You dork.”

“Let this dork kiss you so that way those hags can stop glaring at us.” He smirked and wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you into a deep loving kiss.

His hand started to slip and he gave your buttcheek a squeeze.

“Okay too much.” Kakucho said and grabbed your man by the back of his shirt and pulled him away.

You tossed him his phone back and walked over to the shocked group of women.

“How did you..?” She said kinda disappointed.

“Maybe, try asking if he’s in a relationship first, we’ve been dating for a few years now. And he really isn’t all that interested in anyone who isn’t me.” You said simply putting your headphones back in and continuing your warm up.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut #tokyorev x reader #haitani rindou imagines #bonten rindou #rindou haitani smut #tokyo revengers rindou #rindou haitani #rindou smut #rindou x reader #tr smut #rindou x you #tr rindou #rindou headcanons #haitani smut #haitani brothers

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inkykeiji · 7 months

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character: haitani rindou x fem!reader warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, cum feeding + swallowing words: 682

just,,, rly badly need rindou feeding me his cum :( because he cums so much it’s almost concerning; it’s so thick, so bitter, so silky smooth that it slips easily from fingertips to tongues, from tongues to throats, from throats to tummies, and oh, it’s such a shame to let it go to waste, isn’t it, sweetheart?

he’ll spurt a load anywhere on your body—keeps things interesting, he had claimed, followed swiftly by a stern warning that you’d better not spill a single fucking drop; his cum is precious, after all—and he’ll clean it up and feed it to you from anywhere, too.

because rindou loves feeding you his cum. he’ll gather it up on two fingers—index and middle, smeared with big fat, globs of cream that dribble and curl around his fingertips, gleaming almost prettily in the dim evening light—and push them into your patient mouth, opened wide and waiting like the good, good girl you are, tongue stuck out just a little; inviting, begging.

sometimes he’ll let you suck his fingers clean, mouth closing tightly around the third knuckles as your lips pucker into little petals and your cheeks hollow, sticking to the sides of his fingers, tongue winding, whirling, wreathing as it siphons the digits further down your throat, wrapped almost protectively around the bones. lilac turns to violet as he watches you drag your mouth off of his fingers almost completely before keenly sucking them back in, swallowing the cum your lips have scoured from his flesh. the tip of your tongue traces the seam of his fingers, soaking up whatever remnants of the substance have pooled in the cracks and gaps, greedily ensuring you don’t miss a single drop.

other times he will force you to stay still, mouth stretched open as far as the hinges of your jaw will allow, tongue unfurled from your mouth desperate and diligent as he drags goopy fingertips slathered in cum along the saliva-coated muscle, depositing streaks of cream. he rubs them on the inside of your cheeks, your gums, beneath your tongue, and all over your teeth, effectively coating your entire mouth in his essence, and doesn’t permit you to lick it up or swallow any of it at all until he’s finished painting your mouth with it, until your cunt and your thighs and your tits are clean, not a single stroke of his cum left.

but no matter the method, it always leaves him higher than heaven, pupils blown to hell as he watches your mouth, gaze unblinking and gluey, exhaling an airy little fuck through parted lips when you finally swallow, muscles contracting gently around his fingertips.

because he loves feeling you, loves feeling the way your tongue twines with, over, under, and between his fingers, slick muscle smooth and soft; loves feeling that tender, thankful hum vibrate around the tips of his fingers as your tongue twitches with a swallow.

he loves hearing you, loves hearing those precious little noises muffled by his flesh, oozing past his fingers with cum-tainted spit as you drool them out of the corners of your mouth, sweet little whimpers and desperate little mewls as you suck him in further, as you beg him for more.

he loves seeing you, loves seeing the way your lashes flutter and gaze glitters, heavy and lidded but never dull, as you stare at him so lovingly, so dreamily, like he’s some sort of fucking god, or something. he loves seeing the way your mouth puckers, loves seeing the thick coat of saliva you leave shimmering across his knuckles as your mouth pulls back, slow and steady, scraping them clean.

it all has him instantly hard again, raring and ready to go another round, and you’re already dripping wet—you’ve been dripping wet for a while now, drenching your inner thighs and his cotton sheets—but rindou doesn’t mind. it helps dispel the cum, at least, and he always feeds you until your slick runs pure, untainted with his seed, and all done; how ‘bout some more, baby?

#haitani rindou x reader #haitani rindou smut #haitani rindou x you #haitani rindou drabble #haitani rindou headcanons #haitani smut #rindou headcanons #haitani rindo x reader #haitani rindo smut #rindo smut #haitani headcanons #bonten x reader #rindou hcs #tokrev x reader #tokrev smut

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verslxt · 8 months

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"mhmp who fucks your pussy better me or my worthless brother" rindou haitani aka your boyfriend said rutting his hips against yours

"ahh~ you rin you!" you moaned out as rindou left a harsh smack on your ass. he loved to fuck you in doggy when he was mad at you, loved it. he could shove your face into a pillow and fuck some sense into you

"and who can touch your thigh" rindou said pulling your hair up

"mhmm~ y-you rin" you replied as rindou hit your g-spot repeatedly

"and who owns this pussy" rindou said toying with your clit

"ahhhhh~ you" you moan out as rindou pulls you against his chest one hand on your stomach holding you up and the other hand toying with your clit

"good girl~" rindou smiled at you as you had started to shake

"cum for me pretty girl~ cum all for me" rindou said laying you back down on the pillow as he started to pound your pussy senseless "mhm! close s'fuckin close" you moaned out as rindou shoved your face in a pillow

"good girl~" rindou said as you came

#rindou haitani #haitani rindou #rindou smut #haitani smut #smut smut smut #jealousy #rindou x reader #tokyo revengers rindou #rindou fanfic #tr rindou #haitani brothers

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sznscara · 2 years

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𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐂𝐒 ✩ 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒

« author's note : had to get this off my drafts

« before you read : edging, inflicted harm, sex calling, baton fucking, public sex, humilaition, degradation, corruption

꒰ '𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘' 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎

yandere!mikey who slams you against a wall the moment you walk away from someone, his hand bearing a knife, as he mutters obsessive words like a lovesick fool, enjoying the horrified look which complimented the beads of tears picking at the end of your eyes.

the sight of you under him, panting heavily as he thrusts in and out of you, leaves yandere!mikey leaves him in a choke hold, wanting to do nothing but to corrupt your innocent mind more and more.

a hobby that yandere!mikey enjoys wholeheartedly, is to watch you fall asleep as he carres your soft hair, twirling it.

lingerie shopping is something which yandere!mikey does every weekend, looking at such sinful clothes displayed in front of him while imagining you wearing them with a embarrassed expression as he rips it off you with a pussy drunk smirk, follows with him leaving you fucked dumb as he shoves his cum back in you <3.

꒰ 𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀

the videos you send to yandere!izana when he's torturing enemies, leaves him stunned by your boldness. the feeling of temptness taking over him, wondering how long will it take for him to rip that look of your face once he fucks you dumb.

yandere!izana absolutely loves it when you wear one of those tight pink and white frilly dresses, enjoying the view of your bare thighs, tries his best to not go up to you and drown his face in your thighs!

the embarrassed look took over your features, the moment you walked in the room with a diamond collar adorning your neck whose words read out 'cum dump' , a satisfied yandere!izana humming in approval as he takes in your expression, enjoying the humiliation you displayed.

꒰ 𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈

the favorite punishments yandere!ran does on you when you misbehave, is edging you to the point your throat was burning with pain from your whines, all while the male was having a sex call with a whore to show that he could replace you anytime, when he knows that will never happen.

seeing you in a school uniform takes him back in the days where yandere!ran would make you scream his name as he fucks you in the janitors room, not giving a single care about the other students.

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movedtolilmouzee · 1 year

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Sanzu, Rindou and Ran 100% percent has a corruption kink.

(This did spark from a recent thing I wrote so thank you for this idea anon <3)

The thought of having an innocent partner that they can mold into their own toy gives them such a high, it's impossible to describe.

Sanzu would absolutely have you watch porn videos with him, letting you sit on his lap while his hands roamed all over your body, while you picked out what positions you wanted to try from the video.

Rindou hands down would be so mean. Always always making you use your words telling you he doesn't understand whimpers and pouts, laughing at how shy you get at the idea of seeing his pretty cock, he would absolutely fuck you in front a mirror.

Ran is a menace to you and your poor plush. He'll seem interested in learning all about it before telling you that the plush wolf wants more, wants you to strip and grind up against its leg. Ran guiding your hips, whispering in your ear that mr wolf wants even more.

#mouzees corner #tokyo revengers #bonten smut #bonten trio #bonten trio smut #haitani brothers #haitani smut #haitani rindou #haitani ran #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu smut #ran smut #rindou smut #sanzu scenarios #rindou scenarios #ran scenarios

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no-saints-around-here · 2 months

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I read Quiet Afternoon and I got to thinking, it says “tip his hand and break the sole unspoken rule he had held himself to for all these years to punish you.” Does this mean this is the first time Rindo has slept with bestie? If not, what was the first time/incident that caused Rindo to sleep with airhead best friend?

Masterlist | Quiet Afternoon

ahhh this became a lot longer then I anticipated - wrote a short fic at the bottom cause I thought it would explain what happened much better than just word vomit!

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To answer the question first: no. Its not Rindo's first time, not by a long shot.

That line is more so that Rindo is a delusional and unreliable narrator when it comes to his bestie: that is delusional and unreliable on a good day, and straight up in denial on having even held hands with you, let alone touched you, on a bad one. And this is also when this boy is at his most dangerous, willing to do anything to anyone, Ran included, to prove to himself that he was your best friend and nothing more, that you were still his sweet, naive, innocent airhead who he found especially annoying.

If you squint really hard at the implications of Rindo installing a soundproof door on his first day of moving into Bonten HQ, together with how well this boy already knows your body and your patterns by the time of the events of Quiet Afternoon, you may be able to infer that its definitely not your first tango, even if Rindo insists it is (no sweat if you didn't though, it was really very, very subtle on purpose).

And no one knows this fact better than Ran, given the older Haitani was the precise reason your purple-haired Bonten friend first broke rank against his better sense.

Rindo’s breaking point came sometime during your stardom period. All started going downhill when he reluctantly allowed you to continue to perform as an idol against his judgement on the basis of just how happy it made you - it had always been hard for this baby boy to deny you anything you wanted, and fresh out of another stint in jail, the delinquent-turn-yakuza was eager to make up for his time away from you. And this was on top of the weak spot he always had for your pouting, so no surprise that he caves as soon as you started to look the slightest bit down about having to leave your little gig so quickly after starting.

One of the caveats he does put in place in exchange for indulging you is that he is now personally in charge of your security, and that the rest of your bodyguards were from Bonten. No exceptions. Absolutely does not trust your ‘agency’ or whatever other maggots that you choose to surround yourself with, and so will take it upon himself to accompany you everywhere, to stand guard outside your changing room when he absolutely couldn’t be inside with you, fly with you everywhere you go. But of course this also means that he has to take time off work to do so, and that meant convincing Mikey to let him do so. Ran finds it amusing to what length his younger brother will go to keep you by his side (cough begging and grovelling in front of Mikey), promising that you could help to launder their money and what not. Mikey honestly couldn’t care even a lick, as long as Rindo takes the work in whatever country he ends up in.

Yet for all that he has done for you, the honeymoon period lasts only a good 6 months before everything fell apart. Rindo thought he had a good handle on things, but never has he been so under-prepared when it finally strikes your best friend just how massively popular you had become in such a short period. Everywhere you went, no matter where you toured, your concerts were all full, stuffed to the brim with fans. And oh how he detested that word.

Fans. Rabid, like mad dogs. Decked out in merchandise bearing your face and name, screaming at the stage hoping for even a smudge of your attention. even coming to the concert venue early hoping to get a glimpse of you.

Scum of the earth, how dare they ask for more than getting to breathe the same air as you?

How dare they demand more?!

The resentment of your adoring masses only built up more and more in Rindo, having to watch from the sidelines as you enthusiastically shook hands and thanked your fans for your support, dancing for them and winking at them. Like you were some sort of whore putting yourself on show for the world. Rindo would never stand for this, not for his best friend, yet he still gritted his teeth; for reasons beyond him, you were enjoying this, enjoying shaking your ass and chest at the unwashed insects.

And then all hell finally broke loose upon one of your returns to Japan after another of your tours.

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All Downhill from Here

"Let. Me. Go," Rindo hissed as he was manhandled away from the still buzzing arrival hall by a rather amused Ran, his twisting and struggling to break free from the other’s grasp to no avail. "I'll kill him. I'll fucking kill him, and then I'll kill you."

The older Haitani sighed as he continued to force his younger brother along the otherwise empty corridor. "And that is precisely why we are in this situation."

And as usual, to none of their surprise, you were at the center of it all, though your airheaded presence that Rindo’s world revolved around was nowhere in sight, having already been sent ahead to the meeting point without your best friend’s knowledge. The hallway echoed with the clicks of their shoes, joined occasionally by the buzz of machinery as they passed and the hum of air-conditioning overhead. If he had known what the day was going to bring, Ran mused, he would have proposed doing this from the start; after all, airport staff were easier to disperse and keep away compared to the hordes of fans that you attract everywhere you go, and these staff corridors were rather convenient, snaking throughout the airport and away from the public eye.

Rindo’s cursing and swearing went in one ear and out the other as Ran continued to daydream, though the man couldn��t quite blame his unusually hot-tempered younger brother either. After all, it had been the continuous build up of months of stress, having to deal with you and your little idol gig that you insisted you wanted to keep, and this latest incident was just the straw that broke the camel’s back.

A huff as Rindo finally gave up on his failed escape, his shoulders relaxing in the armlock he had been held in for the past fifteen minutes.

Ran raised an eyebrow. “You done?”

”Yeah. Let me go.”

“You sure?”

”Fuck you, I’ll get that shitstain later.”

Which was exactly what the older of the brothers wanted to hear, Ran nodding as he released Rindo without another word. Shitstain was putting it lightly in his opinion, considering how much trouble he had caused in the span of a single minute - but it wasn’t his problem to solve. As long as Rindo wasn’t attempting to pull a gun in front of the police and the public to settle his little lover’s quarrel, Ran couldn’t quite care what happened to another nobody.

Ran jerked his chin down the corridor. “She’s two doors down to the right. Security escorted her there earlier.” The room was already demarcated as yours, what with two Bonten grunts flanking each side, but he thought it would be better to make it clear, given Rindo’s state of mind.

His younger brother was already gone before he could finish his sentence, and all Ran received as a thank you for his hard work was the slam of the door.

Ah, siblings.

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Rindo didn’t quite see it as lightly as Ran did.

This past day had already been particularly hellish for him by any standard measurement. It all started with the last concert of your first tour two nights ago - he had been watching from backstage, as he always did, when your skirt had ripped during your second song. The sound of cloth tearing reached his ears even over the sound of the throbbing music. He had confirmed as much when you finally returned to him waiting for you in the dressing room during the intermission, which only sealed the suspicions that churned in his sinking gut: at just the right angle, you would have flashed the fans in the first few rows, his wretched older brother seated in the VIP box included. Even if he had made you put on a new, longer skirt, it was already too late.

And then when he had tried to drill into you about the importance of keeping your distance from those lowlives least you catch something nasty, you hadn’t taken his concerns quite as seriously as he had hoped, laughing and beaming back at him, patting his hand reassuringly and trying to convince him that they were harmless. Strike 1.

He didn’t know what he expected, Rindo had to admit to himself; you had always been such an airhead, even since childhood when he first met you. You probably wouldn’t even have survived for so long if the younger Haitani hadn’t take you under his wing as his best friend, and the least you could do to pay him back was to listen to him. All he asked was for you to stay close to him and far away from everyone else, especially Ran.

Sure, there were times like this where Rindo would be forced to allow Ran to inhabit the same space as you - seeing as his older brother had attended your concert and similarly happened to be heading back to Bonten HQ, the three of you had to share the jet - but of all the people to turn up cheekly waving merchandise with your face and name plastered all over? Well, he did say that you were one of the best he’s seen in a while, but still. The man with the short purple hair did it on purpose, Rindo was certain, and definitely to trigger an outburst from him; if you hadn’t been present, he would have strangled Ran himself for bringing up how good you looked on stage (now he was certain Ran saw your panty flashing). Strike 2.

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It was without a doubt that your best friend was already rather on edge as the jet finally landed back in Tokyo. It was supposed to be a secret when you would arrive, which meant that there were fans behind barricades eagerly awaiting your appearance outside the airport. Sure, fine. You were famous, whatever, Rindo could hardly bother. But what broke his dam was a single unruly fan. One man, decked out from head to toe in merchandise spouting your name and face, who had decided for very clear, unacceptable reasons to jump the fence in an attempt to ambush you. And the vein that had been throbbing on Rindo’s forehead all day finally burst. Strike 3.

If Ran hadn’t been a second faster to grip and restrain his hand, Rindo would have shot him dead before security could grab the assailant.

And the missed opportunity continued to haunt him despite thirty minutes having already passed and nothing having happened to you, the sheer anger he had felt in that moment surging through his veins once more as Rindo stalked down the corridor, leaving Ran to talk at his back. Sure, he was going to arrange to have that scum erased, yet the upcoming torture wasn’t enough to soothe his nerves. Because how dare he? How dare that unworthy insect you called a fan even think of laying a finger on you?

And then the heartstopping fear that chilled him to his bones that followed - what about you?

Throwing open the door and seeing your back turned to him only reinforced his sudden onset of fear, the closing of the door behind him reverberating in his ears. You were too naive, too stupid to think beyond your next meal, but what if there was someone else in the picture? Could it be that you had laughed away his concerns earlier because someone else told you so? Could it be that you continued to indulge others because you were being influenced? Could it be?

It had to be, Rindo gulped, as you finally acknowledged him, standing from your small seat and waving eagerly. Someone must have gotten to you while he was locked away in prison, brainwashing you into abandoning him and running off with them. Or worse, with Ran.

He couldn’t hear any of the words you were speaking at him, trapped in the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind, his body numb as you tugged him over to the small comfy corner that the airport staff had set up for you.

Nothing went in, Rindo staring blankly at you, though you seemed to have failed to notice your friend’s inaction until you tried to get his attention.

”-n! Rin-rin!! Hello?”

The Bonten executive blinked, awakening to your curious face taking up his entire view.

“Rin-rinnnnn.”

Rindo simply stood suddenly, forcing you to back away, though a beam quickly replaced your surprised expression. A quick glance around the room told him that it was empty of cameras, and he was certain enough that the grunts outside had ensured as much - they were, after all, the ones who would pay with their lives should the police ever become involved. “Bend over the table and pull down your skirt,” he ordered, though he didn’t wait for you to register his instruction, instead already moving to gently guide you.

He had to make sure that you knew who you belonged to, and no matter how much your best friend dreaded what he was going to do to you next, it was necessary. You couldn’t be trusted to know up from down, let alone keep yourself safe and away from those who wanted to do your harm. From those who wanted to see you separated from him.

“Okay!” You cheerfully agreed. “What are we doing?”

Needless to say, this fateful day was the start of the end of your career as an idol. You had a good run while it lasted.

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bad idea, right?

PAIRING: Ran Haitani x Reader

SUMMARY: Fucking the brother of the person you were in love was a bad idea, right?

GENRE: Smut, Angst.

WARNINGS: Swearing, manipulation (if you squint), pet names.

WORD COUNT: 1.4k words

“Fuck, just look at you. What would Rin think if he saw you like this?” Ran thrusted into you, making you whimper. “Getting fucked by his older brother. I bet he wouldn’t even want to see you ever again.” You cried out, and tears started to fall from your tears. You weren’t sure if it was because of the pleasure Ran was providing you every time he thrusted into you or because of his statement.

He was right. Rindou will hate you if he finds out you fall for Ran’s schemes. That was something Rindou always made clear. No girl deserving of him will ever be with his brother. He, of course, loved and looked up to Ran, he’s his brother for fucks sake, but it was completely different when it came to girls.

“I hate so much, Ran,” you managed to say as you hit him on the chest with your fist, and Ran’s hand wrapped around your neck.

“Is that so? Well, your pussy tells me otherwise, princess.” you clenched around him after hearing the mocking pet name he gave you just to get on your nerves.

You were feeling dizzy. You really didn’t remember how you ended up in this position, getting fucked by Ran, but you really didn’t complain. Even if a part of you was feeling guilty since you were in love with the brother of the person who was giving you the fuck of your life.

“Bet he couldn’t fuck you like I’m doing it.” You didn’t pay attention to what he was saying.

You had this love-hate relationship with Ran. When he met you, he flirted with you, and maybe you flirted back, not knowing he was Rindou’s brother. This flirtatious relationship went on for a month—a month where you and Ran couldn’t stop talking and seeing each other. You were pretty sure if the two of you continued like that, Ran would have been your boyfriend by the end of the second month. Somehow, you just clicked. But you found out he was the brother of the person who you have been in love with for the past three years. A part of you thought you were definitely over Rindou. He only treated you as a friend, never showing any type of interest in a relationship. But then you realized that if you ever saw Rindou with someone else, well, that would have destroyed you. So you call it quits with Ran.

Ran was furious when you told him the person you were last in love with was his brother. Since then, Ran has completely changed his attitude towards you. But you couldn’t really blame him.

From booty calls to talking once in a while, Ran only saw you as something for him to use—a toy. A part of you knew you deserved better. The other part felt guilty, so you let him do whatever he wanted to you.

Even if you told yourself you were over the Haitani brothers, you couldn’t stop coming back to Ran. He was addictive. You needed the attention he gave you, even if that attention was pure hatred where Ran would treat you like you were only good at getting used. A part of you loved being used. It was like finding you were made for something. And Ran knew this. He knew being harsh with you was something you enjoyed.

Ran’s hand tightened around your neck, bringing you back to the present.

“Where you..?” He hadn’t finished saying the sentence, but you somehow knew what he was about to say. “Where you thinking about Rin?” You tried shaking your head, but his hand didn’t even allow you to say something.

“You fucking whore. Don’t you get it? He won’t ever like you. I’m the only one for you. I’m the one that can treat you well.” He emphasized his words with each thrust, making you clench around his cock.

“I am the only one that can make you cum.” Ran’s hand went to your clit, stimulating it so you could cum faster.

“R-ran,” you felt a heavy weight on your chest. Maybe he was right. You never had this type of connection with someone else in your life. Not even with Rindou. Or at least that is what you thought. Ran always said the two of you were made for each other. A match made in heaven.Which made you feel even more guilty. You were pretty sure if you had met Ran before Rindou, you would’ve entirely fallen for Ran.

“What is it, darling? Already gonna cum?” Each thrust sends shock waves through your whole body, making your breath hitch.

“P- lease ‘an” you choked on your saliva. You were so close, and Ran knew it. He knows the way your hand grips whatever part of his body whenever you’re close, in this case, his wrist from the hand that was still around your neck, making Ran apply more pressure.

“That’s right, princess, cum around my cock, show me how good I’m making you feel,” Ran whispered in your ear.

You started to feel lightheaded. Ran couldn’t believe how beautiful you looked at that moment. Eyes rolled back, both hands on his wrist, and mouth opened, begging for air. You felt a wave of pleasure run through your body, making you stay still while you cum around him, clenching harder his cock. Ran stopped flicking your clit, chasing his orgasm, and after a few more thrusts, he groaned, milking your walls with his cum.

“Fu-uck. Look at you. So fucking perfect for me,” Ran panted out as he slowly left a trail of kisses from your chest to all over your face.

He’s so in love with you, and he hates the fact that you met Rindou before him. It should’ve been him, not his brother. He knows he’s just way too mean with you, and he knows you feel guilty about not being in love with him, that he takes advantage of that, making him feel guilty.

But for him, it’s the only way to have you, even if it meant guilt-tripping you into making whatever the hell he wanted.

As you were searching for your clothes, Ran made his way to his closet, searching for some new clothes for him to put on, turning his back on you.

“You can go now,” he spitted out. Ran felt disgusted with himself. He always does. It appears that he only uses you for pleasure (which he does), but he hates being so cold afterwards.

You looked at him and shook your head. At this point, you were tired of his antics. He was always like this. All sweet and loving for one moment, but he could turn cold and distant at any moment. But again, you felt you deserved it.

Holding back your tears, you exited his room, whispering “sorry” to him, hoping it would make him and you feel better. You needed to get out of there quickly. You had to stop this whole fuck-situation with Ran as soon as possible. It was only hurting the two of you.

You didn’t realize someone was opening the front door since you were looking at the floor, and that’s when you bumped into that person. You felt both of his hands on your shoulders, trying to steady your whole body and prevent you from falling back.

“Woah, what the hell happened to you?” Rindou asked as soon as he saw tears falling down your cheeks. He didn’t understand why his heart hurt at the sight of you crying, but that wasn’t the important thing right now. “Did he do something to you?” Rindou was going to go directly to Ran’s room, but you stopped him in his tracks.

“Wait, no. It was me, Rin. I was the one that…” you stayed silent. If you actually explained what was happening and why you were crying, Rin would never want to see you again, and you could not afford that. Not when you were already hurting because you couldn’t love Ran the way he wanted to be loved by you. “You know what I can’t tell you right now.” He observed your semblance and took notice of your messy hair. Something definitely happened between you and Ran.

Before Rindou could say anything else, you started to walk again as fast as possible, evading his gaze and surrounding him so you could exit his house quickly.

“WAIT!” Rindou didn’t even realize when you managed to escape from his grip, but he couldn’t even process what was happening. He realized he wouldn’t be able to get any information from you, so he let you go and made his way to Ran’s room.

He was going to find you what happened between the girl he’s in love with and his brother, even if his heart gets broken in the process.

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seungmonggg · 2 years

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Free Day - Ran Haitani

Summary: Being Ran Haitanis girlfriend meant having to spent most days alone, waiting for him. So when he has a free Sunday, he makes sure to show you just how much he really missed you.

Word Count: 966 Words

Warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, slight cervix fucking (Mentioned like once) Ran and Y/N being two horny shits.

You heard soft grunting beside you and felt him shuffling against you. Smiling sweetly to yourself, you thanked the gods, and of course Mikey, for giving him a free Sunday after working every single day for almost three months.

You two always tried to enjoy every second you could get, but sometimes you just couldn’t help but miss him. His voice, all his crazy stories about the guys, his soft kisses, smooth hands. You missed the steamy nights you two used to share almost every other night. Now all you had were the rushed quickies in his office, between meetings and missions.

So having him laying beside you on Sunday morning brought all the different things you wanted to do to your head. You were awake before him, shifting impatiently against his crotch, feeling his morning wood press into your thigh. Your constant rubbing and whimpering woke him up, immediately bringing a sly smirk to his face.

“Well, good morning to you too, Princess.” He gruffly whispered against the shell of your ear, making you shudder from the sudden sound. “M-Morning Ran.” You softly said, finally turning around to face your love. Seeing his still sleep-ridden face, his hair sticking in all directions, made you sigh contently. “Need something?” he asked while looking you in the eyes. Of course, he knew what you wanted, and fuck, did he want nothing more than to finally fuck you again.

Feeling his cock twitch against you gave you the sign of him thinking the same thoughts as you were. “Need you, Ran. Want you to fuck me, please.” now that made him moan darkly under his fastening breath. Without much hesitation, his lips were on yours. Unruly, Wild and passionate kisses were exchanged, leaving no room for you two to breath. Slightly parting from him gave him enough time to finally lift your nightdress over your head, before he threw it across the room. “Been waiting to fuck you for so fucking long, Princess. You can’t believe how hard I’d get in the office seeing your cute little pictures you send me every day.” His words had you gripping the sheets in anticipation.

You mewled softly when his fingers finally came in contact with your pussy, softly massaging your clit. You were wet enough to let him fuck you right away, but being the tease Ran Haitani is, he just couldn’t without getting you close once. It didn’t take long for you to be a writhing mess under your boyfriend, nearly reaching your high, only for him to pull his hand away completely. “Tsk Tsk Tsk. Won’t even wait for me to fuck you? Forgot all about your manners because I couldn’t teach you for a couple of weeks, baby?” You suppressed a needy whine, shaking your head. He gave you a warning look, “What did I say about using your words?” now this made you gasp slightly, before speaking, “I-I’m sorry Ran, was too eager.”

Hearing you say that made him smile softly, as he began trailing small kisses all the way from your neck to your right nipple, not hesitating to suck the hardened nub into his mouth. You slightly arched your back, moaning quietly. You began pulling his underwear off, before you started to slowly pump his hard cock, although you didn’t really have to, because he was all ready to go. Grunting, he lowly said in your ear, “You want me that bad, huh?” which made you eagerly nod your head, whispering a small yes.

Satisfied with your needy state, he finally lined himself up with your sloppy entrance, before slowly sliding in. Making you both moan breathlessly as he bottomed out completely. The stretch still stinging slightly, even after all this time together. “Fuck, how can you still be this fucking tight, baby? It’s all for me, isn’t it? That sweet pussy of yours drooling all over my cock, hmm? Say it.” He moaned as he started to pound into you, building a steady, but fast rhythm to have you shaking in a couple of minutes. “Yes! Ha, aah... all for you ran, only yours!” You arched your back up higher this time, moaning louder, as he kept on thrusting into you, his fat tip nudging your cervix every couple of thrusts, making you scream out.

Already starting to drool, babbling incoherent sentences of mph sooo good and fffuck me s’good rannie!. That just made him growl, going impossibly faster, chasing his on impending high. He began rubbing fast figures on your clit, trying to get you to cum around him before he reached his own high.

But one look down, seeing the white ring forming around the base of his shaft, had him spiraling down the endless lust you gave him, arms almost giving out and moaning loudly as he painted your insides white.

Having him breathlessly moan above you, thrusts almost gone feral, the absolutely beautiful view of him coming undone above you had you cumming in seconds, screaming his name with the last bit of strength you had, uncontrollably gushing around his length. “That's fucking right, Baby. Fuuuuck... good fucking girl, always so fucking sweet for me, holy shit.” he kept on rambling, losing his mind because of you.

Finally coming down from your high he gently pulled out of you, making you wince slightly from the over stimulation. “I’m going to run you a bath, my Love, and after that fuck you again.” He said, grinning brightly while standing up, making you laugh slightly. “You sure we should take a bath then? Only gonna get dirty again...” You said, making him turn right around on his way to the Bathroom. “You’re right, better fuck you again right now.”...

Yeah, you were gonna have a very fulfilling day....

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A/N: Hey Lovelys!! Back at it again with my firts ever smut! Really hope you like this one, let me know if yall want more <3

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manjiroscum · 1 year

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LILY OF THE VALLEY

Character/s: snow leopard hybrid!Rindou Haitani

Warnings: f!reader, mature language, explicit sexual themes, dark content, canon typical violence, blood, murder, dub-con, marking, mentions of mating, hybrid au, kidnapping, yandere!rindou, dom!rindou, sub!reader, cockdrunk reader, implied multiple rounds, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, breeding, blackmailing/threats, pet play, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.

Note: commissioned by @httn 💜 thank you love for trusting me with this! i hope you like it 🫶

Synopsis: Only fools come out to play with a feral cat.

WC: 6.1k

Crimson specks marred the freshly fallen snow akin to wine spilled all over a white linen cloth. The bullet wound on his thigh was slowing him down. Nevertheless, Rindou trudged up the small hill to reach the other side of the forest hoping he would escape his pursuers that were looking through his busted car for any signs of life. With his teeth gritted, the lost man was sure he might die today. After getting separated from Ran and the others, a car chase occurred as he fled from the warehouse when a bomb about to blow up the building was shouted out. In all his years of doing the same song and dance, one could say Rindou got used to the chaos that has intertwined into his life since the day he was born with the need to experience thrills.

But, fuck, he could never get used to getting shot or bleeding out. The first time hurt like a bitch and the second time it happened made him want to pass out. It was more irritating to face than shoot those who dare touch his tail. Now, Haitani Rindou was sure he will die. Whatever plan those bastards cooked up that would confirm his demise, he had to give them props because they might succeed. Car dead, his phone without any signal, the temperature dropping fast, and a forest that may span a thousand hectares was just the starter pack he needed to die in these woods.

Rindou can’t die here. It would just be pathetic. So pathetic that they might make jokes out of it. His death would only make people say he deserved it or it is the consequence of having an unpleasant lifestyle. And honestly, fuck them. He has to live. He has to get out of here and seek shelter before the frost bites his fingers, ears, and toes off. What would his enemies think? What would Bonten do? What would Ran do?

What should he do?

A million thoughts raced through his mind as his knees finally gave away. His eyes fluttered close for a moment, inhaling the cold air sharply that he was quite sure it could cut his nostrils like blades made out of ice. A trail of blood followed him from where he started all the way to the top of the hill. In contrast to the icy atmosphere around him, his lungs burned. During these times, delusions would enter his mind to distract him from the impending doom that was looming above his head. Death was now breathing down his neck as if they were old friends. Its voice called out to him through the chilly breeze that brushed past him and the strong trees that appeared like shadows of those whom he wronged and killed to survive. If he had to guess what hell looked like, this was possibly the closest description minus the flames. Why would such a cold environment bother him in such a way? This has never happened before. He could think of countless reasons why a hybrid such as he who was meant to thrive in such an environment was slowing down.

Ah, that’s right… He never had to be out much to do his dirty deeds. It was always his underlings. Pawns who would readily obey him for various goals. He and Ran, without fail, get away from taxing jobs. After all, meaningless fights never appeased their appetite for violence. Something always had to interest the brothers for them to act. Looking back on those memories of merely partying and finding someone to toy with, Rindou couldn’t help but exhale deeply. His lips were chapped due to the lack of moisture in the air.

If my life is flashing before my eyes, perhaps I am indeed dying…

And yet, amidst the snow and harsh winds, a merciful angel came into view. Rindou thought he was already a goner for his eyes to conjure such a beautiful sight. Vivid colors murked into a blur as his vision steadily failed him due to exhaustion finally catching up to him. However, the second that angel spoke, voice soothing despite the panicked tone evident in it, he realized this was reality.

“Sir? Oh my god, w-wait. I need to call an ambulance—”

“N…o.” It took all of his strength to move his lips and tongue. The woman before him met his dazed stare, shifting her attention between Rindou and something behind her. “No am…bulance…”

“W-what? Why? No, you need immediate attention…”

Haitani Rindou, one of the infamous criminals Bonten has in their arsenal and the fearsome younger brother of Ran was still vulnerable to things that exude innocence. Perhaps it was just in his nature to be drawn toward something he can never be and so he tried to push away the person who came out on a snowy night to help him. This earned him a surprised expression and more questions he couldn't answer. Rindou’s efforts were in vain as his eyelids finally shut, and the last of his energy left him unconscious in the hands of a stranger.

I’m sorry, Ran…

There was a sea of trees you had to drive by to reach your parents’ house. The road was slippery due to the snow but you had to go after promising to drive carefully. After a hearty dinner and entertaining their inquiries about whether you will get married or not, you were set on heading back to your apartment. Tomorrow is Monday and you had to wake up early for your nine-to-five job at the cafe your cousin owned. Normally, your schedule ranged from mundane to the occasional unexpected events that usually revolved around your job or your parents. Yet they were never anything spontaneous or something that will make the hairs on the back of your hair stand until you had to rescue this man now sleeping on a makeshift bed in a veterinarian’s clinic.

Ignorance could sometimes save a person’s life. The second you saw the hanafuda tattoo on his neck, you knew the shit you were about to get into could get messy. Never had you ever thought of bringing an infamous person, let alone one of Bonten’s henchmen, into your home. The veterinarian you called for help swore his secrecy after he commended you for doing first aid, but commented that men like him shouldn’t be saved. Yet, your conscience wouldn’t let you sleep soundly at night if you left him there on a cold winter’s night to bleed to death or get feasted on by bears.

“Are you… his girlfriend or somethin’?”

“No, I’m not,” you responded while cleaning up the bloody clothing and gauze after Rindou’s wound was stitched up. “However, as a human being, I couldn’t just leave him there. I’m… not capable of such cruelty.” The man shifted his attention back to the dangerous person fast asleep and then squinted hard as if his patient was just pretending. Grunting, the veterinarian gathered the last of his tools into his bag and made his way to the door, but not before leaving you some sound advice.

“Be careful because this choice you made might just bite you back. I’ll be back as soon as possible when I find a doctor in the area. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure this secret doesn’t reach the authorities.”

Thinking back to what happened earlier, you were sure your blood ran cold at the sight of a broken car by the road. Initially, you thought the vehicle broke down and that the owner must be somewhere nearby since it would take around twenty minutes to get to the nearest town. Unless they had to hitch a ride because it was freezing and decided to leave the car. But the second you saw what seemed to be bullet holes in its body, uneasiness coated your nerves like thick molasses. The dread of finding a dead body doubled upon seeing blood on the snow, leading up to where you found the dying unknown man.

Damn it all. He wouldn’t harm someone who rescued him, right?

No, scratch that, this man wasn’t a stranger to you. You were the stranger—not him. Everybody who worked in Tokyo and heard the news was all aware of Bonten, the most dangerous gang in the country to date, enough to rival the yakuza. Those hanafuda tattoos they branded on their flesh bear the symbol of their loyalty to the man who founded the group, Sano Manjiro. The Haitani brothers were as famous all by themselves. It didn’t have to take you long to know everything they committed under the sun or the veil of night. Rumors of the brothers and Bonten always circulate on the internet. In short, they were individuals you had to avoid to live long.

Eyes glancing at your phone sitting by the couch, you debated whether to call the cops and turn him in. Maybe getting Rindou off your hands will be the first step to having your normal life back… Or will just cement the death sentence he shall bestow upon your unfortunate soul once he recovers.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do now?” you groaned into your hands. Sleep was out of the question. You had to monitor Haitani Rindou for two obvious reasons—one because he might wake up and two because he might silence you the second he does. Gruesome pictures of your death flashed on the television screen ran across your imaginative mind and honestly, you were scaring yourself. Clearly, you didn’t think this through. But, what’s done is done. There was no way you could throw him out now. “Let’s… just make sure he’s fine enough to walk out of here on his own. Y-yeah…”

Exhaling a defeated sigh, you sat down on the floor and stared at Rindou’s unconscious form. For a man as big and bad as him, you bet he would snore loudly. Yet, he looked almost like a corpse—unmoving and quite fragile. The biggest shirt you had at your disposal appeared tiny in his huge frame. The veterinarian even gave up on giving him something to wear on the lower part, muttering how he shouldn’t even be bothered to clothe the criminal. The thought of Rindou being naked down there was slightly distracting, making your eyes wander down from the hanafuda tattoo on his neck to the intricate design on his torso until you slapped your cheeks to make you stop eyeing the muscular hybrid.

What the—don’t do this to yourself. He is a criminal, for fuck’s sake!

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed your phone to check for any messages. There was only one from your mother, checking up on whether you arrived home. A humorless laugh escaped your lips as you lied to her. Besides, she will definitely panic if she knew you were looking after a criminal in a vet’s clinic. You hoped to distract your mind from spiraling into endless regret by watching adorable videos of dogs. A good turn deserves another… You just wished Haitani Rindou was a person who would reward good deeds.

The morning was rough on you. With a stretch or two, you cursed your aching back while you proceeded to order breakfast for three. Your cousin was kind enough to give you a day off after phoning in with a fake cold. The minute you finished offering him apologetic words after lying through your teeth, you then grabbed the takeout and sped off to the clinic Rindou was moved to. Caffeine and sweets were the things keeping you sane save for the veterinarian and a doctor, whom he roped into the situation, present in the room. Dr. Hinohara was silently observing Rindou’s body while giving a blood transfusion to the still-sleeping hybrid. Compared to last night, the younger Haitani looked slightly better. He still appeared like he crawled out of hell and survived, though.

“I guess we don’t have to bring this man to the hospital,” the doctor spoke after some time. “There doesn’t seem to be a bullet stuck to his thigh. He did lose a lot of blood. I’ll just make sure to monitor him in case he needs more blood transfusions and if there could be any infections on the wound. If he does turn for the worst, I will have to bring him to the hospital—”

You were quick to object, leaving your cup of coffee to stand up. “H-he told me he shouldn’t go to a hospital. I’ll pay you, Sir. I’ll make sure to pay you for treating him. J-just don’t bring him there. Please…”

Dr. Hinohara sighed at your statement, sharing a glance with the veterinarian. Just as you were ready to shoot down their suggestions of you putting an end to your good samaritan role, the doctor then nodded solemnly in resignation. Appeased, you backed away before sitting yourself down once again. Seeing that there wasn’t anything left for him to do, the veterinarian excused himself and left the establishment. A few minutes later, Dr. Hinohara did the same to attend to his outpatients. It wasn’t until lunchtime when he came back that you decided to head back home to catch some sleep after a long warm bath. To be in a room alone with Haitani Rindou, awake or not, was making you anxious. Your eyes were often fluttering close, trying to stay conscious and alert in the presence of an infamous gang member. To let your guard down would be serenading death.

“You can come back tomorrow afternoon,” Dr. Hinohara said with a gentle smile upon seeing you out. “I don’t think Mr. Haitani would wake up today anyways. Go home and get some rest. I’ll call you if anything changes about his current condition.”

“Thank you, Dr. Hinohara.”

If you knew that the day you saved Haitani Rindou would be the last time you could ever experience a normal life, perhaps the future wouldn’t turn out like this—with you almost sticking to a corner whereas Rindou glared at your quivering form. Dr. Hinohara was nowhere to be found on the second floor and your mind concocted various scenarios at the sight of the trashed room. How could the man be up and ready to threaten you with his sharp claws when he was just barely conscious days ago? You even recall Dr. Hinohara remarking about Rindou being too weak to open his eyelids. So just how?

Irises sharp as his claws remained on you, hues of ultra violet hoping to unmask your intentions by staring right into your soul. Behind his predatory gaze were promises filled with violence and a whole world of pain if you so much as make a single move that he will deem a crime towards him.

Haitani Rindou was not a man to be trifled with.

“You… Didn’t I tell you not to bring me to a hospital?” he questioned in a demanding tone, taking a step closer to you which prompted your weak legs to fall back. This is the very thing you hoped to avoid. Maybe if you were given the foresight that Haitai Rindou would recuperate enough to stand today, you would have come prepared to negotiate. Negotiate with him not to kill you and to leave you alone because you did what he asked. However, he didn’t seem happy at the idea of recovering in a clinic, afraid his location would be alerted to the police. “What’s the matter? Suddenly can’t use that tongue of yours? From what I remember you weren’t mute—”

“This isn’t a hospital. Y-you’re in a clinic, can’t you see?”

The hand you used to gesture at the area shuddered upon seeing him move. Rindou was obviously confused as he surveyed the room, unsure whether to take your word or not. You couldn't blame him, though. Blood rolling down his thigh akin to raindrops on a glass window captured your attention, taking away the assertive statements off of your lips. Your fear for him was outweighed by your concern for his wound that might have reopened due to his carelessness.

Rindou was quick to create distance between you two. Your eagerness was mistaken as an act to lunge and subdue him which was something you couldn't do. He realized this the moment he winced in pain, hand applying pressure on his bleeding thigh. You clicked your tongue and hurriedly helped him back onto his bed. His hostility towards you disappeared with each pang of pain that erupted around his injury. Of course, he just had to be slowed down by this and for you, this was a blessing in disguise.

“Stay here, okay? I’ll go see if Dr. Hinohara has returned.”

Any deity above must have heard your silent prayer for the doctor announced himself inside Rindou’s room, eyes wide at the condition of his patient and the messy room. Minutes passed, and the hybrid was now waiting for the pain to subside once his wound was attended to. Lips in a tight line, you sat by the side, waiting for the doctor to say something—anything that will get rid of the awkward air that settled in the room. Instead of something positive, Dr. Hinohara approached you with a dejected expression that caused your heart to momentarily stop beating. His next words almost had you wishing you were sitting down due to the implications of it.

“I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t do this since I am a practitioner of medicine and should have empathy for my patients no matter who they are… But I can’t have Mr. Haitani stay here any longer. You must understand. My other patients have caught a whiff of his presence here and are too scared to come over. I-it’s bad for me.” Dr. Hinohara then added to soften the blow, “If he stays over at your place, I-I promise to visit and check on him from time to time. Although, I doubt I could do much since he’s close to full recovery.”

Bullshit.

It was utter bullshit. There was no way his other patients knew about Rindou being treated in the clinic. Based on the days you visited the hybrid when he was still unconscious, everyone who visited the doctor didn’t display any signs of uneasiness. Yet, you couldn’t do anything to appeal for Rindou anymore since the doctor was more than eager to kick him out. For all you know, the hybrid trashing the room was his last straw.

Exhaling a heavy sigh, you turned the stove off and poured the hot soup into two bowls. The Bonten executive sat on the living room couch, watching a daytime show. He was unbothered by the small space of your apartment, thankfully. Rindou barely fussed upon arriving, probably because he did not have any other choice. Even with his infamous reputation, throwing him out was inhumane.

You wanted to help him, but it has been years since you took care of someone sick or injured. Plus, your mother’s temperament was far different from Rindou's.

“You okay with miso soup?”

Rindou merely grunted in response, avoiding your gaze while he took his bowl from you. Fighting the urge to roll your eyes at his moodiness, you took the seat across from him prior to drinking the soup you made. For the hybrid to keep sulking like this, you figured it was because his wound hasn't fully healed, and limped every time he walked. Men like Rindou hated weakness. To display his vulnerability to you like this must be torture to the mighty snow leopard hybrid—someone who isn't used to being on the other side of the spectrum.

Yet, he never dismissed your acts of assistance. No matter how much you teased him in an attempt to lighten the mood or receive his narrowed gaze, Haitani Rindou never made a move to hurt you during his stay here. Or at least that is what he's trying to do—to lure you into a sense of comfort before he strikes like an apex predator. Nevertheless, you continued to meet his needs.

“You okay?” you asked him when his spoon fell to the floor. Your legs were up and running to get a towel once you saw what happened. He dropped his spoonful of miso soup on his bandages because his limpid eyes couldn’t be torn from the show he claimed was too boring. “Mr. Haitani, you shouldn't pay attention elsewhere while eating.”

“Can’t help it,” he answered with a scoff. A ghost of a laugh slipped past your mouth at the thought of him acting almost like he was a big cat distracted by the pretty colors that led to this situation. Shaking your head, you wiped off the droplets of miso soup from his thigh. After you tossed the towel to the side, you stood up straight and placed your hands on your thighs. Rindou’s tail went stiff at your stare which was accompanied by a smile. “What?”

“Are you… enjoying the show? I thought you found it boring?” The giggle that followed your inquiry did not go unnoticed by the hybrid. The tips of his ears turning red were proof of that. Hearing no reply, you continued to tease him. Your hands are busy fixing up the couch before taking your bowl once more. “I mean, it’s alright to admit you like these soap operas. My mom enjoys them too, you know. Well, not enough to be—”

“I wasn't distracted,” he huffed and averted his gaze at your silly smile. “I was just… surprised.” Rindou never elaborated further on whatever stunned him. You merely shrugged and slurped your soup, content with sitting next to him on a Thursday morning. This has been your life lately—taking care of breakfast and Rindou in the morning, going to work afterward, and then coming back during lunchtime. Despite the reasons you came up with, your cousin never questioned you as to why you requested to come in later than your usual hour. He did, however, tasked you to stay until closing time. A small price to pay. After all, this isn't going to be the norm forever. Rindou will have to go back home and disappear from your life as soon as his wound heal.

Somehow, the reality had sorrow creeping up your heart. Rindou staying in the apartment and seeing him every day made you think he has always been there. His sulky expression softens up whenever his guard is down. He wasn't even aware the corner of his lips was curling up once. The way he dismisses you the second he realized he was showing happiness was cute in its own way. You were used to stifling your laughter at his displeased face that did not match well with his tail swishing side to side. His silhouette blended into your little space, making himself at home. And unbeknownst to you, Rindou felt the same way.

“Don’t act like such a big baby. It’s good for you!” You pushed the plate of rice with natto on top. His irked expression eased down while he took his chopsticks. The smell of the fermented soybeans did not sit well with his nose as he ate to appease you. Yet, he willingly ate, especially with you grinning in front of him. “There you go. That wasn't so hard, was it? Can’t believe a gangster like you dislikes natto.”

Innocent things like you were bad for his health. You were poison to his system—having him think of stuff he never gave a second thought on. Rindou lost count of how many ideas of him whisking you away where no one else can see you crossed his mind. Everything about you exuded a normal and peaceful life—a luxury for him who couldn’t afford it anymore. He should’ve turned you away and let himself die that night because now he didn’t want to leave. His wound was almost closed up and he didn’t have to limp around or ask for your help whenever he bathed. Rindou has grown far too fond of you to merely go back and forget about your kindness. For your sake, he held himself back and enjoyed you doting on him despite the numerous teasing you’ve thrown his way. Pretty but lethal flowers were only meant to be admired from a safe distance. Preferring to keep his claws hidden and the space between you wide, Haitani Rindou liked it this way.

Until he didn’t—until he got greedy.

Dr. Hinohara just had to burst the bubble Rindou protectively held with a single statement that the hybrid was free to go. You couldn’t describe the emotion that swirled within you, ignorant to the deathly stare Rindou gave the doctor. Dr. Hinohara swallowed thickly at the heat of his gaze, slowly taking a step back in case the hybrid decided to kill him on the spot. The younger Haitani wished he could turn back time and stop the old bastard from revealing his secret. Despite sabotaging the stitches for so long to keep it from healing too fast, Rindou’s game was up. And yet, not all of his cards were played.

His trump card has yet to fall onto the table.

Ran came over to your apartment the second Rindou rang him up after a month of no contact. The reunion happened under the stillness of the night where not a soul could be found on the streets. The chloroform his older brother brought was put to use to make sure you wouldn't scream or do any trouble as he placed you in Ran’s car. Rindou then discarded the baton hidden at the back of the trunk, already cleaned off of Dr. Hinohara’s blood, into the nearest waste bin before letting Ran drive down the road heading south.

The moment you woke up from what you thought was a terrible nightmare, you were chained to a bedpost in an unfamiliar room in someone else’s bed. The collar on your neck was a bit tight and the chain attached to it wasn't long enough for you to reach the door. A little bell was hanging on the collar and it jingled with every movement you made. You thanked your lucky stars that you were still fully clothed but that feeling of relief waned away too fast. Your head pounded while your eyes frantically searched for signs of where you are. Rindou entered the room with a tray of food. His eyes slightly went wide at the discovery of you greeting the conscious world then his lips broke out into a grin.

“I see you’re awake.”

“R-Rindou? W-what… Where am I? What’s going on?”

Your inquiries fell from your mouth like the teardrops on your cheeks at the realization. Rindou hushed you multiple times while he set your meal down on the nightstand but you never took heed, fearing for your life. It wasn't until he took out his phone to show you a picture of your parent’s house that your tongue felt like it was made out of metal. Your hands balled up into fists at the image.

“Don’t hurt them. P-please…”

“Looks like you're smart enough to guess what I’m implying here, huh?” Rindou chuckles at your horrified tear stricken face. “I guess calling you a big baby right now won’t be satisfying.” Hand underneath his chin, the hybrid let out a contented sigh. “I knew I was right. Other girls I’ve met before weren't as intelligent as you. Saves me from explaining what will happen to your family if you try to escape.”

“What do you want from me?” you demanded, nerves and voice shaky. His irises shone brighter than amethysts as he observed you on his bed. After a month of nursing him back to health, Rindou was intent on returning the favor—just without outside interference, of course. There was no way your parents would allow him to date you and to see you with a faceless nobody would be the icing on top of his cake meant to insult him. He can't have that. “Rindou, what do you want? I-I’ll do anything! Just please leave me and my parents alone. If you want an apology for all those days I’ve teased you or said something wrong, I’m w-will to do so!”

“Nothin’ much, angel. I’ve passed the need for anything.” He then pulled you up by the collar of your shirt. Leaning down to whisper into your ear, Rindou’s lips curled up. “I’ve already got you.” The second he spoke those words, a shiver ran down your spine. Not giving you any time to collect your thoughts or to wipe the tears from your cheeks, the Bonten executive took a step back and gestured at your clothes. “Strip.”

Hands trembling, you did as he said. More tears exited from your glossy eyes which Rindou couldn't wait to lick away. As soon as you got rid of your pajamas, you covered your exposed stomach and breasts until he clicked his tongue. You winced at the sound of it.

“All of it, angel.”

You heaved a deep breath. Your panties slid down your legs agonizingly slow. The rest of your body burned in shame under his piercing gaze. It was as if Rindou would be struck by lightning if he dared to look away from your gorgeous form. You steeled yourself once he took away your clothes.

“Go and eat your meal. I’ll be back.”

Rindou shut the door behind him. You couldn't stop crying even while you ate the meal he prepared. It was hard to know where you were as the window was bolted shut and barely let natural light in. Your heart beats wildly inside your chest whereas you stiffened at the sight of him returning. His violet irises landed on the empty plate before nodding approvingly.

“Good. I’m going to give you a drink now.” He took off the chain from the bedpost and pulled it for you to follow him. But not before commanding you to do it on all fours. His sharp canines peeked out when he smiled at your obedience. The fear strumming its chaotic cords to have you obeying the hybrid. “That’s it, angel. Make sure not to bump into anything on the way to the kitchen.”

Even with Rindou as your sole audience, your soul was close to dying out of shame. Your pussy folds were out in the open, clit throbbing uncontrollably for the wrong reasons as you followed him from behind. It didn't take you long to figure out this was Rindou’s house—or his temporary home. You were too busy making sure you were keeping up with his huge steps and not falling behind to scan your surroundings. The hybrid then paused and turned to you. His hand gestured to a bowl made for a pet sitting on the floor. It was filled up with what seemed to be milk.

“Go on. Drink it all up, angel.”

Cheeks burning, you hesitated for a second. It was when he walked behind you that the panic kicked in again and you unwillingly bent down. Your tongue was stuck out, ready to lick up the milk to appease Rindou, deaf to the sound of unzipping. The palm of his hand was cold against your cunt, causing you to yelp. His free hand was quick to keep your head from turning around to see him.

What the fuck is happening?

“You’re not the only one who’s thirsty… Shit, you’re wet?” He was more amused than disgusted at his findings. This was fucked up. There was no way you were turned on despite what occurred. Maybe you were sick in the head all this time and Rindou’s actions just brought this to light? You would never know as your mind started to grow hazy due to the pleasure of him rubbing his palm across your slit. You were no virgin but it has been a long time since you’ve done it. Perhaps that was the reason why?

Why does it feel like that’s a lie?

Retracting his claws, he plunged two of his fingers into your warm pussy that parted easily for him. Front teeth digging into your lower lip, you kept back the moan bubbling up your throat while Rindou rubbed his fingers against your tight walls. Slick coated his hand which made it easier for him to feel around your gummy walls. His pleased groans were too much for your ears, his hard length brushing on your ass. His tail swished around before curling around your leg. Your hands keeping you upright were trembling as the onslaught of bliss was increasing, gaze glossy.

“Fuck, this pussy is so tight… Are you going to let me fuck you, angel? Huh? Does my pet deserve this dick?” he questioned with mirth in his tone. Another finger was added, widening your hole. You couldn’t help the whine leaving your lips, eyes shut as you fought back more from coming out. Rindou held you by the waist when your legs gave out, cooing into your ear. The hybrid brought up his hand coated with your juices, inhaling it then tasted your slick. “It’s that good? I’ve waited so long. Held back and let you have your way. You’ll let me have you, mhm? Been good, angel. The least you can do is return the favor…” A silent gasp was what Rindou earned when he tapped the head of his cock against your pussy folds, rubbing his length on the damp flesh. Slowly, he entered you.

“A-are you gonna—ah!” You were sure he was going to tear you apart. It stung as the girth of his cock stroked your tight muscles, molding its shape there. Rindou took a few seconds to get accustomed to the way your pussy enveloped his dick, hissing under his breath at how heavenly you felt. And now that he has finally held you, Haitani Rindou was damn sure he has found his mate. Now, he will make sure to keep you by his side whether you want to or now. He’ll just have to give you something that will make you reluctant to leave… Or fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk out of this place without him. Maybe getting you pregnant will be the solution to this problem. “Ah, fuck… S’ big. R-rindou!”

“Angel, wanna give you cubs. You’d want that, huh? You want to be mine?”

His thrusts were hard and rough, causing you to moan and squirm. Lust rendered you blind as you took and took what Rindou gave. Time was no longer relevant at this point. All you could remember as he continued to fuck you like a savage beast during the mating season was the way his claws dug into your skin, marking you as his. The place’s layout slowly etched itself into your mind as he made it his mission to fuck you in every area with the endeavor of filling up your womb until all you could feel was his cum running down your thighs. Your breasts and nipples hurt after going through the abuse done by his mouth. Hickeys littered your torso and the skin of your neck. Clit and folds puffy, you couldn’t tell how many times you have squirted. Rindou always patted your head each time before tugging your nipples in a teasing way. The collar still wrapped around your neck jingled along with your breasts, soaked with your sweat and tears.

“R-Rindou! I-I can’t—”

“Yes, you can, angel. You can take more.”

He never gave you a break or a minute to rest and catch your breath. The moment he finished inside you, his balls emptied another load, replacing the cum he spurted into your cunt that dribbled out. Mind all in a mush, you sobbed at the overstimulation. Finally, the hybrid set you down on the couch, panting above you. A puddle of your essence and Rindou’s cum sat around your ass. The furniture wasn’t the only unfortunate victim of its owner’s quest to impregnate you and claim you. Mouth wide open, your eyes were fluttering shut due to exhaustion. Yet even as you stared at Rindou with those tired eyes, he held his cock glazed with both of your fluids right in front of your face in expectancy. The tip was red and super sensitive after hitting your cervix countless times while he fucked your brains out.

“Don’t tap out on me, angel,” he mumbled. Mustering up all your leftover strength, you sat up and licked on the reddish tip, earning a pleased groan. His hand reached forward to brush away the strands of hair from your face then carded his fingers through them. “Good girl. Always remember this, okay? Good kittens should clean up after playing. Good kittens shouldn’t make a mess.”

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