Just Friends

I'm going to fuck that nerd

Nobody deserves you but me! Nobody cares about you the way that I do! Don't you see how much I love you? You're the reason I'm still alive! I can be whatever you want me to be, just say that you love me back! Say that you love me!

Dumb

Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader Warning: 18+, yandere vibes, sexual content - Noncon/dubious consent

Minors do not interact pls

Running from Ran Haitani was the dumbest thing you could have ever done.

But it was the only sane thing you could think of.

Because Ran Haitani wasn’t the man you thought him to be.

Upon meeting Ran, you had thought him to be a typical businessman in the middle of Japan. Yet when you looked into his eyes, you felt yourself fall for him instantly. All the stars were aligned after all. Right after landing the job of your dreams, you run into the most beautiful man you'd ever seen on the streets of Japan.

This was your fairytale. Your dream come true. Your prince charming that seemed to appear out of thin air.

So when he flippantly asks for your number with those dreamy eyes, you give it to him. No fight. No resistance. Simple obedience. He likes that about you. That's what he tells you when he’s running his fingers over your knuckles, pressing a soft kiss to them.

So you try not to ask too many questions.

When he takes off his winter coat and scarf on your dinner date, your wide eyes stare. “Oh - I didn’t know you had a tattoo…” That’s all you say, reminding yourself that you shouldn’t judge people based on ignorant ideologies you may have about things you know little about. After an unexpectedly rainy day together, you discover more tattoos curling down the side of his body when he removes his clothes for you to dry. You trace over them hesitantly and are happy when you see a smile curling on his lips.

Dumb.

Your relationship with Ran progresses quickly.

In one month, three weeks exactly, he asks you to be his girlfriend.

As unromantic as the setting was - in the small studio apartment you called home - you felt like Cinderella. “Y...you’re serious? I don’t like jokes, Ran.”

It’s only when Ran places a chaste kiss on your lips that you begin to cry, rubbing your teary eyes on his shirt. And if felt right to be in his warm embrace

When you first step into his penthouse that night, you feel shame. He’d seen your tiny living situation. Had eaten ramen noodles with you on your small sofa. Had been willing to help you hang up your laundry on the line outside your window.

But he is a businessman.

He hands you over a pair of keys, kissing your temple. “It’s yours.”

He introduces you to his younger brother Rindou in month two.

It is at a restaurant, and he looks you up and down before snorting, a slight grin on his face. That same tattoo on his neck. “Someone’s living beyond their means.”

His words sting your heart. You feel unworthy. Yet when you look up, you saw Rindou’s stare on Ran and felt the tightness of his hands on your own under the table. And that’s when you know those words aren't meant for you.

In month three, Ran asks you to move in with him.

“Let me take care of you,” he says, pressing his lips against your forehead before moving to take down the small photos on the wall.

“Wait Ran - you’re serious?” you ask, eyes wide and heart pounding. “You want me to move in?”

“I miss you even when you’re with me. I want to come home to you. Everyday. ” Despite the uncertainty in your head, your stomach fills with butterflies. The next day, he is moving your things into his penthouse.

In month four, he didn’t want you working.

“Can’t you understand that it makes me uncomfortable knowing that my woman is working when I can provide for her?” he nags to you in one of your small fights. “Why work when I do what I do for you?”

You stood, trying to calm him. “B-But Ran, you know I love my job - “

He grabs your arms, smoothing down the lengths of them to hold your hands. “I know you do, love, but don’t you think it’s time that we take us more seriously.” He rubs your ring finger, boring his gaze into your own.

And your eyes widen. A hint. A ring. Commitment.

Reluctantly, you agree for your work to be part-time and remote.

No matter how much time passes between the two of you, there is a boundary that you held onto despite Ran’s insistence.

“R-Ran,” you can't help but moan, pushing gently against his shoulders as he presses small kisses against your neck. You can feel his hands roaming down your sides, sliding under your sweater. “I don’t t-think - “ A hand strays to your jeans. Your breath hitches as he unbuttons them, sliding a hand over the front of your panties. Brushing against the thin, drenched fabric.

You gasp, pushing him off you abruptly and scrambling to the end of the sofa.

You take some time to catch your breath. You watch as he runs a hand through his hair, frustration dead in his eyes as he gets up without a word. Slamming the bedroom door. You find yourself gripping the front of your shirt, trying to calm your arousal.

Your sex life. Or lack thereof.

You are a virgin. And you were waiting for marriage. Little to do with religion, and more to do with your lack of trust in men. After an absent father, a not so pleasant uncle, and a brutal brother, you are afraid.

Afraid of choosing the wrong guy.

But you are sure that Ran was the one.

Until he comes home in blood one night.

Your world spins on its axis as you scurry to him, grabbing onto his soaked suit, blood staining your palms. “Oh my God, Ran - w-what happened?! Who did this to you?!”

Ran only sighs, pulling off black gloves. “Thought you were asleep, doll. Didn’t want you seeing this.”

“I n-need to call the police - “ Before you can finish your sentence, he brings his soft lips to your own. You push him away, worry clouding your chest as you usher him to the bathroom. He watches you with that lazy smile as you begin to undress him, his fingers rubbing small circles onto your waist.

That night, you bathe him, desperately trying to find the wounds. Yet you found nothing but faint scars hidden by tattoos.

It isn’t his blood you realize.

Ran chuckles as he drags you into the red, murky water, with little fight from you. Your white nightgown changes to a faint pink as he holds you in his embrace.

“I’m so lucky. You take such good care of me. ‘Love you so much.”

You don't sleep the next three nights. You spend your weekend scrubbing the entryway to the penthouse. No matter how much you scrub, you can still see blood on the floor and on your palms.

You still love Ran. So you don't ask any questions. That’s what he likes about you after all.

Quickly, you find yourself entangled in Ran’s lifestyle.

Gun rounds replace the remote on the coffee table. You try to get over your initial shock by organizing it, shakily putting it in a box on one side of the table. Your pill cabinet becomes full of blank bottles - from time to time, you’d see Sanzu, his co-worker, casually going through your pill cabinet in your bathroom. When he starts snorting coke on the kitchen counter, you don't have the nerve to say anything.

Kokonoi is a different story - you can talk to him. He just chose when to listen. You mistake his demeanor for childish mirth at the beginning. He’d been easy to talk to - almost like talking to a distant relative. Until he begins taking you around the city with him. First, it was to dinners, then movies. Shopping dates. All of these nice things were used against you when he suddenly takes you to the Red light district and you see how he gets his money. The first time you see a young girl, no older than 16, scantily dressed, giving Kokonoi her share, you can't sleep without seeing her thin face in your dreams. You avoid Koko now.

But the scariest addition to your life is Rindou.

His lingering gaze becomes a usual thing. He says things that make you uncomfortable -

“Ran actually lets you go out looking like that? Wow.” “You’re so dumb.” “You’d let me smash right? If the tables were turned?”

Rindou started wanting hugs from you when he would visit. Then kisses. The first time he kisses you on the lips, it catches you off guard. It makes you feel sick. But then, he does it again, this time in front of Ran. You expect rage; instead, Ran rolls his eyes and goes on about his business. The third time, Rindou pushed his tongue in your mouth. You cry the whole week behind it.

Dumb.

It didn't take a degree or complete common sense to know that Ran's "job" consisted of being enthralled in the shadows of Japan. Yet, you couldn't convince yourself to believe it. Or maybe, you just wanted to avoid it. So you tried to ignore it, but each instance made the hole in your heart grow bigger.

The day you question Ran is the day all hell breaks loose.

You try to voice your concerns to him over dinner. “Ran, c-can we talk for a minute?”

“Here we go,” he mutters, lifting his violet eyes to meet your own. That mirthful smile on his lips. As if whatever you two had going on was normal. As if it were just another Friday. He pulled away from the table, giving his lap a pat.

You try to act normal as you seat yourself on his lap, wrapping an arm around his broad shoulder. It’s only when you look down at him and his beautiful gaze do you break.

And you’re crying. Because this isn’t the future that you wanted for the two of you. Because those dreams of living happily with good morals are gone. You wanted your love to transcend beyond time, yet you have found yourself at a crossroads with Ran. Him or your morals? Ran, or the family you always dreamed of having? Ran...or you?

He’s wiping your tears away with his fingers, his touch gentle. “Doll, why are you crying? Did something happen?”

“Ran...I don’t like how we are right now…I feel like you’re keeping secrets from me.”

“What secrets?”

“Well, you never really told me what you do for a living...” When his light eyes flicker to you, you spill everything. “I’m just worried is all. I don’t like g-guns around the house. And, I don’t really like it when...when S-Sanzu does his business on the counter. And, I-I didn’t mention this at first, but Rindou- “

He cuts you off. “Didn’t know the world revolved around you, y/n. I put up with a lot of things, but I’m not complaining to you about them. Because I love you and I accept you for who you are, don’t I?”

What? “Um...yes, but I - “

“Why do you sound so unsure? Don’t I take good care of you, y/n? You know I do all of this for you, right?” He presses a kiss to your temple, dragging his lips to your ear. “Answer me when I’m talking to you.”

You try to move from his embrace, but he digs his fingers into your waist, making you wince at the sudden pain. “Yes Ran, but - “

“Good. Now drop it.”

You look away. You couldn’t let this go. “I’m not trying to start an argument -“

Suddenly he pushes you off of him as he gets up, beginning to pace around the room. “You’re so fucking annoying. You should be happy that I’m here with you considering all the bullshit you’re putting me through. ”

“Don’t curse at me.” His words and actions shake you. This Ran hadn’t existed when you first met. And though his words cut you, made you question your worth and choices, you couldn’t back down from this. “If this is about our lack of intimacy, Ran, I was honest with you about that in the beginning. Like I was honest about who I was and what I did. You, on the other hand, have been keeping things from me. I can’t trust you. And I won’t be with someone I can’t trust.”

A warning.

You are taken aback by the sudden fear in his eyes. Fear. Total anguish at your words.

You don't stop him when he leaves that night. Instead, you cry yourself to sleep, unaware of the fact that Ran was having a panic attack outside his brother’s home.

He comes home early the next morning. You feel him before you see him, his long arms coming to wrap around you from behind that morning. “I should’ve kept walking when I bumped into you. Shouldn’t have asked for your number. Should’ve just left you alone.”

Your tears wet the pillowcase.

He presses a kiss on the back of your neck. "But don't I deserve good things, too?"

You give in to his warmth as you drift back to sleep, praying for this peace to last longer between you two.

Things between you two change drastically.

Ran doesn't go to work for the next two weeks. He clings to you, never letting you leave his lavender gaze. He watches your every move. Whether you were in the kitchen, or the bathroom, or running errands - Ran is there. It is unsettling for you. It gets so bad that you have to quit your job to keep him sated with attention. You had yet to bring up his job, afraid of what his reaction would be.

His coworkers are not happy about this at all.

Ran begins snapping at everyone who calls his phone - Rindou gets an earful and a death threat. The only person who gets through to him and makes him get up off his ass (and away from you) was his boss “Mikey.” Even then you can't catch a break - he would text you every minute of the day to the point where he would repeatedly call your phone if you don't text him back within the 15-minute mark.

And this had been all your fault. If you hadn’t threatened to leave him, none of this would have happened. That’s what you told yourself. And you felt awful. Because the state of Ran’s well-being depended on you, and as much you hated how things were, you were still in love with him.

So, you decide to drop it. The surprise on Ran’s face when he is greeted with your embrace warms your soul. He clings to you, breathing in your scent as if it was his lifeline. “Let’s start over,” you whisper.

And for a few weeks, you are happy. So happy that you decide to surprise him at work.

When you walk into his office, you don't expect to see him with a group of unknown men. Ran ignores you as he continues talking to the men, and you go about your way in setting down the food on his desk. As you are about to leave, you catch the eye of one of the men. That’s when all hell breaks loose.

“The fuck are you looking at? Huh?," Ran spits.

You flinch, turning to meet his gaze. But he isn't looking at you. “When I’m talking, you pay attention to me," he yells towards one of the men. Everything goes fast, and suddenly he's smashing the man’s head onto his desk. Repeatedly.

You freeze in place, watching blood pour onto the floor. That manic gleam in Ran’s eyes. How the men in the room simply stare. The smell of dull pennies fills your head.

You cry to your sister on the phone when you get to your car. “Don’t be dumb,” she says. “You know what he’s doing.” Yes, you did now. He is a gang member. He is dangerous. Yet you loved him. “You need to leave.”

Ran comes home early. You will yourself not to flinch when he comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around you tightly as you cook dinner. “I’m sorry you had to see that today, love.” Not sorry that it happened. “You know how I am when it concerns you, right? Forgive me?”

You nod, and after a few minutes, he lets you go, only sparing you a short kiss to your neck as he announces he’s going to shower. You felt empty. Yet you continue your routine of picking up his jacket and suitcase off the floor. Then his phone rings. And as empty and as hurt as your chest was, you follow your intuition and picked it up.

“Rannn~, you left your burner here on the bed! What do you want me to do?” A woman says on the other line.

Your heart breaks in two. You can't stop the whimper that escapes your mouth, and immediately she knows who it was she is speaking to.

“Is...is this Y/n? I-I, sorry - p-please don’t tell him I called.” Her fear makes your stomach churn.

You hang up. It was only then that you look through the messages to see the requested nude pictures, the flirty texts, the promises of meeting up again. Not just from her - from several unnamed numbers.

And this is what happens when you push aside your morals and standards for someone else. You get hurt. And so do others. As much as it hurt and as much as your heart called out to Ran and his love, you knew better.

So you decide to leave.

Ran holds you especially tight this night, burying his head into your chest. His warmth brings tears to your eyes as you realize this would be your last night. You have to pry his fingers off of you. Luckily, he was a heavy sleeper.

He whispers your name in his slumber. You shut the door behind you and don’t look back.

You leave everything behind that night. Your clothes and shoes. Your car. Your phone. The remnants of your old life are left with Ran that night.

Your sister meets you at the bus station, catching your crying form in her arms. The amount of pain that you felt that night made you want to forget everything about him.

And you try.

For three weeks, you cry your eyes out on your sister’s couch. You barely eat. You go through your usual doubts and regrets - you see his violet eyes in your dreams from time to time. And in the dead of the night, your mind conjures up the possibility, or fact, that he’s already moved on to someone else. That he doesn’t lose sleep thinking about your whereabouts. That right at this very moment, he’s receiving warmth from someone else. Someone who could give him what he wanted. Someone who could support him in every way possible. Someone who he would give his love through and through.

And this breaks you all over again. Yet, it doesn’t destroy you.

Three months later pass along with your heartache. You can look at yourself in the mirror. The first time you finish your plate at dinner, your sister cries. You find a job that you love. All your old friends start coming around again. Things were becoming...great. You still miss Ran, but you can live without him.

...

But Ran Haitani can’t live without you.

In your classroom, one of your students comes up to you and asks, “Are you married, y/n-sensei?”

Your heart lurches forward, but you shake your head. “As single as a pringle. Your dad isn’t asking about me again, is he?”

He shakes his head, going back on topic. “But if you’re not married, who was that scary guy that walked you to the train yesterday morning?”

Your blood runs cold. “What are you talking about, hun?”

The little boy nods, “I saw you two get off at your stop on the way back too, so I just thought - “

Reality kicks in, and you’re leaving school to hop on the first train home. To your sister. Who you had got entangled in your mess. Your gut is screaming. You had ghosted Ran. You had left him and hadn’t come back. The blood on his hands becomes a recurring image in your hand, and you feel bile rising in your throat.

Your fears are confirmed when you get to your sister’s home and see a sleek black car on the side of the street. Two large men standing by the front door.

And you hear your sister yelling. The sounds of glass.

As scared and as cowardly as you are, you wouldn’t allow anyone to hurt your sister. The men don’t stop you from entering the home, almost as if they are expecting you to be here. And the house is crashed, broken picture frames and glass on a pile in the middle of the floor.

Your sister gasps at the sight of you as she huddles in the corner with a knife in her possession. “Leave, y/n! He’s fucking crazy - “

“Ever predictable aren’t we, y/n?” you hear him say, his words curt, anger underneath it all. But you don’t look at him, instead of going to your sister and pulling her close.

She clings to you, her nails digging into your skin. “You need to run, y/n. Please leave before he gets to you.”

“Y/n, we need to talk,” Ran says, and though you hear him approach the two of you, you will yourself not to look back. “Y/n.”

“I’ll be fine. I’ll fix this, okay?” You usher your sister to her room, closing it gently before finally turning your sight to Ran.

And despite his usual handsomeness and swagger, he looks tired. The dark circles under his eyes are bold. He’s lost weight you notice. And despite his passive expression, you can see that desperation in his eyes. That franticness makes your heart race. Yet you keep your cool, crossing your arms. “You have no right to mess up my sister's place, Ran. You’re paying for the damages.”

He scoffs, a frown settling on his brow. “Y/n, don’t fuck with me right now. Explain yourself before I spazz.”

“Don’t curse at me. You know I don’t like that.” You sigh, trying to push back the sudden tears trying to leak from your eyes. “There’s nothing to explain. You’re just not the man for me, Ran.”

His angry demeanor fades, and you’re left with the emotionless shell that is Ran. And he has nothing to say. As usual. And your emotions overflow.

You can’t stop the tears this time as you sob. When Ran reaches out to hold you, you pull away. “I can’t keep doing this, Ran. I don’t have the heart for it. I can’t be with you anymore.”

He looks taken aback, taking a moment to run his hand through his hair in frustration. “Y/n, we can talk about this at home. Just come with me and we’ll fix it - ”

“I’m not going. Please, just leave -“

You don’t get to finish your sentence before his ring-clad fingers are on your neck. And you can’t breathe. You gasp, digging your nails into his fingers.

“Do you want your sister to die tonight?,” Ran whispers. His grip tightens as he brings you closer, eyes piercing into your soul. “We’ll talk about this at home.” He says again. “Get your things and come outside. You have three minutes or I’ll blow her brains out.”

You nod, letting your tears fall onto his hand. He stares over your face, but he eventually let go and steps outside.

Your sister tries to pry you for answers, but you wave her off as you grab your things. You understood the situation. You had made a mistake dragging her into this.

You had decided to try at a relationship with someone as dangerous as Ran. These consequences are what you would have to bear, not her.

The ride back to your shared home is silent. You can’t keep your tears back as you look out the window. At one point, Ran reaches over to place a hand on your thigh. You ignore him, but don’t move away. This violent side of Ran is unpredictable. It scares you.

What scares you, even more, is when you make it back, and you find yourself in the same room with him.

“Put your things away. Then we can talk,” he motions to your suitcase. He watches you, and you watch him with hesitation. And with good reason. Because as soon as you turn to go to the closet, he wraps his arms around you from behind.

“Please don’t touch me,” you mutter, pushing him away as you move away from his neck kisses.

He sighs into your neck. “I’m working on my anger. You know how I get when it’s about you. Don’t hold it against me.”

You shake him off you, moving away from him. “Leave me alone, Ran.”

“We can start over. I’ll get over you leaving me if you forgive me. We can make this work.”

It was like talking to a broken wall. And the bedroom was feeling smaller than usual as Ran approaches you. You slip away from him, quickly going into the living room where there is more room.

“Y/n, are you listening?” Ran tries to grab you, but you yank your arm away.

“Are you listening, Ran? I don’t want to be with you anymore! We’re over! ”

You two are at a standstill at the couch. You’re pivoting from side to side, trying to avoid his grasp. It makes your heart race when his eyes lower into an emotionless haze. And suddenly, he’s chasing you.

“Ran, STOP!” You whimper, fear creeping into your chest. But he’s storming behind you with that sadistic energy. Somehow, you manage to lock yourself in the bedroom. The punches to the door are angry.

You’re crouching as tears fall down your cheeks. Ran has become unpredictable for you. You’re afraid of him, all the love you had turning to fear as he pounds on the door.

When you pick up your phone, you have half the mind to call the cops -

The pounding ceases as his deep voice seems to float under the door. “Don’t think about it or you’re fucked.”

That’s all he says for minutes. You know what he means. You don’t hear any doors. He hasn’t left. You don’t know what to do. You’re seven floors up. The only way to the front door is out of the bedroom.

All you can do is hide in the walk-in closet. Closing it and start to put boxes in front of it.

The bedroom door creaks open. You close your eyes. You hear him shift throughout the room. He’s laughing. Like it’s a game.

“You’re so dramatic, y/n. Where are you hiding?”

When you don’t answer he sighs. “You’re in trouble when I find you. I swear. First, you ghost me, and now this. Fucking ridiculous -“ something breaks before the light under the closet door flickers. He throws the lamp.

Ran yanks at the closet door suddenly, frightening you, yet you cover your mouth. When he finds it stuck, he laughs again.

“If you come out now, I won’t hurt you. I’ll forget this happened and we can go to bed, okay love?”

You don’t answer, and he kicks the door open.

“Sorry, s-sorry,” you plead, but he corners you into a wall. “I won’t tell anyone about what you do. I’ll go back home and won’t speak of you again.”

His fingers caress your neck once he’s close enough. You flinch. “Love, you are home.”

Still, you try to plead your case. “I can leave the country if you want. I promise I won’t tell anyone. J-Just, please, let me go.”

He starts to litter kisses on your neck down to your shoulder. He doesn’t listen. Ran never listens to you.

Instead, he pushes you towards the bed, prying your legs open to settling between them. You moved to push him away, but he grabbed your wrists, pushing them above your head.

You couldn’t stop your tears from flowing. “I won’t say anything to anyone. I’ll leave Japan - plea - “ He presses his lips against your own, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You try to move your face away, but the grip he had on your wrists is tight. Pain shoots down your arm.

“Try that again and I’ll tie you up. Stop.” He let go of your wrists, his hands sliding down your waist. Your nerves bubble in your throat as he settles into your neck, pressing wet kisses against your spot. You try to muffle your whimpers, but when his warm hands smooth over your breasts you couldn’t help but gasp.

“You like that?” He whispers before trailing his kisses to your collarbone. “You’re gonna be a good girl for me, yeah? Let me make you feel good?” he lifts your shirt above your breast, pressing his lips between them.

You would never forgive him. This would never make you forget.

Yes as much as you remind yourself of this, as much as you fear him, hate him, the warmth pooling between your legs is overpowering. And Ran’s teasing doesn’t help it, his deft hands sliding up your sides and working on undoing your bra.

“Love, I’m sorry. Please,” he speaks between kisses on your buxom, “Forgive me. Give me another chance? Be mine again.” He grabs your hands and presses your palm against his face. “It’s been so hard being without you. I could barely sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw your face. I know I deceived you. I know I’m not good enough for you. But I need you in my life. I can’t do this without you.”

You are shaking, tears clouding your vision as you look at the dark circles under his eyes and the way his own eyes are clouded in such emotion.

You would never find a man like Ran. You don’t know if that was a good or bad thing now.

“Y/n?” You can’t give him an answer. You are afraid of what you’d say. Your heart and mind are at war. Until you hear a sigh come from him, and the clinking of metal fills your ears. And suddenly you feel something click around your wrist.

You tug at it just for Ran to click the other end of the cuffs to the bedpost. And you realize how fucking stupid you are to fall for this act again.

“What an ungrateful little bitch - I bear my heart to you just for this? Rindou was right - I have spoiled you too much”

He falls on top of you again, pulling off the rest of your clothes. You kick and push against him, but he grabs your free arm and twists it back. The scream falls from your lips instantly, the pain excruciating.

“I told you to stop, didn’t I? Now you’ve gone and hurt yourself.” Ran rolls his eyes, tugging down your panties.

And you are embarrassingly wet.

You clamp your legs together. “Ran, please don’t do this. I-I don’t want this…”

He moves away from you with a sigh. “When I say I’ve been doing some soul-searching since you’ve been gone, I have. In your absence, I realized that my life is nothing without you, y/n. You are everything to me. No one can compare - not even Rindou anymore. I love only you, y/n.”.

He moves to rummage through the drawer beside you. You close your eyes, letting your tears fall down your neck. You expect to hear him unwrapping a condom. Yet when you open your eyes, you saw a small blue box in front of your nose. And when he opened it, cold hard dread seeps through you.

Tanzanite and diamond. Platinum band. $34,000. An engagement ring.

It slips perfectly on your ring finger. Before you could try to take it off, he intertwines his fingers with your own. “We’ll sort the details tomorrow. For now, tonight will be our honeymoon night. We’ll be one.”

“No,” you whimper, yet he closes the distance between you two again, his lips hungry. The expanse of skin on your stomach littered in kisses. Down to your mound. You involuntarily gripped his head at his first kiss to your clit, and you could feel the vibration of his chuckle against you.

“You’re so sensitive, y/n - all for me, right? No one else but your husband.” He passes up your sensitive bud to lick up your slit, and you moan so loudly you surprise yourself. “My pretty wife.”

Ran finds your spot. The edge where he could bend you where he wants. At his continued nips and licks at your entrance, your free hand moves to grip his locks, causing him to groan into you. The diamond ring shining in the moonlight from the windows. It was daunting yet romantic. It made your heart stir. Made the pain in your wrists intensify. Made you moan a little louder.

“You close? Gonna cum on my face, love? Do it.” His tongue probes at your entrance and you cave in at the pressure of his nose on your clit. You can’t give him any warnings - it is your first time. Your first orgasm. It sets your body free, the sensation pulling you upwards. Your release gushes onto his face, your hand nearly pulling the hair from his scalp as you held his face closer to your sex. Your head is stuffy, yet you can comprehend to say his name on your high.

His large hands slide up your chest, cupping your breasts and pulling at your nipples as he worked to slurp up your release as much as he could. You could barely breathe as ecstasy courses through you. Your body twitches as he kisses up to your face, placing a deep kiss on your mouth.

And when you make contact with his love-blown eyes, you weep. You wail, turning away as sobs rack your body

Ran uncuffs your wrist, massaging into the prints it made as he settles between your thighs. “Love, you’ve got to calm down. Take a deep breath for me.”

“I love you,” you sob, putting your face in your hands. “I never stopped loving you..” You’d put your whole future into Ran. Had dreamed about it. Could feel it at times. Yet, he’d sold you false hope. In this reality with Ran, you would never get your happy ending.

He lets out a breath of relief. “That makes me so happy. I could die right now. You know I can’t live without you, right? You’re the only woman who’s ever made me feel this way,” he pecks your lips, running a hand down your thigh towards your cunt. His middle finger slides in easily, rubbing gently against your walls.

You squeak, holding onto his wrist going in and out of you. “But you hurt me, Ran. You hurt me with the things you do. T-This isn’t what I want for my future.”

He buries his face into your neck, working another finger into you. You moan his name, the feeling of his fingers making your legs shake. Your actions only make him pick up speed, and suddenly you are gripping onto his shoulders, your hips moving in tandem with his fingers.

“Our future. Together. Like you promised me,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You hate yourself. But when you look into his eyes and see your Ran, you can’t help the pleasure that fills you.

You can feel it building within you again, that golden pressure. Just as soon as it is about to burst, he pulls his fingers from you, plunging them into his mouth. “We’ll build our future together, y/n. I’ll give you everything you want.” He starts to undo his pants, and you panic. “I can change, y/n. For you, I’d do anything.”

“I can’t, Ran,” you whimper, pulling your legs together just for him to tug them apart.

“I want my family, y/n,” he snaps curly, pushing your legs to your chest. It takes you a few seconds to understand what he means before he pushes inside of you without notice. And it fucking hurts.

“No noonono, please, not this,” you beg, but he ignores you, pushing into you with hard, deep strokes. Each thrust causes more tears to fall, the pain intensifying.

Ran rolls his hips into you, catching your clit with his pelvic bone, making you cry out loud. “Fighting this when you really want it is annoying, y/n. Let go. If I wanted to pull out I couldn’t with the way you’re clenching me - shit!” He leaned into your neck, grunting. “Fuck, relax already!”

The irony. Ran's grunts, his thrusts, his scent - it was heightening your senses, making you throb more around his length. And he feels that and seems to be struggling to keep himself together. It makes your heart flutter. You can make him tremble. You can make him feel as breathless as he made you feel.

Your Ran.

Your tears subside as your hips meet with his thrusts. At your change of behavior, Ran starts kissing you, going into your deeper and stronger. The moment took over you. You throw your arms around his neck, playing at the hair at his nape.

For now, you would pretend. Pretend that this was the Ran you knew. Pretend that this night was his and yours together. Pretend that everything was okay in his arms.

At those peaceful dreams, your pull Ran closer, and he makes every effort to make your moans louder.

“Tell me you love me again,” he commands, his movements faster, shaking the bed. “Say it.”

“I love you,” You feel his tears seep out against your neck, and can’t help but tighten your hold on him.

He pulls away, looking down at you. “Look at me.” You try your best at keeping your eyes open to stare into his light ones. Even in this disheveled state, maniac and all, he is beautiful to you. “I love you too. Cum.”

You scream as your second orgasm is ripped from you - the strongest, most intense feeling you ever felt before. Your legs wrap tightly around his waist as you cream hard around his length. You could feel new tears forming in your eyes as you continue to clench around him rhythmically. His thrusts become faster as he seems to reach his breaking point. Despite the cloudiness of your mind, you quickly gain clarity as to what is about to happen.

You unwrapped yourself from him and weakly push against him in desperation. “Y-You have to pull out! Ran!” He doesn’t listen. Ran never listens. Not even two seconds later, you feel a warm flow inside of you.

He falls against you, his breaths are heavy. You try to weakly push him off, but he keeps you steady. When he pulls out, you can feel his release pool from you. Yet, he pushes it back inside of you, gently rubbing at your sensitive clit.

Your eyelids begin to drift, but you don’t miss the clicking sound of the cuffs on your wrists again. Or miss the warmth of Ran’s hand as it travels to pat the small of your stomach...

Dumb.

jul bc i’m thinking of miya twins x reader sandwich again but maybe wif a bit of tweencest 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 like u begging them to kiss for u and it’s reluctant but they end up liking it 🥺 and then they have their way with u huhu

hnng HNGGG hnGG 🤪🤪🤪

☀︎ MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY — miyacest, twincest, incest (HNNNGGGG), double penetration, anal, overall nasty shit 🤧

“y-ya want us to what?”

“we’re already both balls deep inside of you and—fuck—that’s what you’re thinkin’ about?”

both twins immediately still inside of you, their breathing heavy and chests heaving from exertion. you could feel their sweat trickling down your body on both sides, making you shiver in delight at how they’re still hard and throbbing inside of you.

why? cause most cocks would instantly soften at the thought of kissing their own twin, their own blood and flesh. but these two? they’re still as hard as ever, thick and twitching.

you always knew these two were wild, but just how far would they indulge your deep and dark fantasy? you hoped they would.

“pretty please?” you pout at them, turning your head to the side until you can see both of their handsome and identical faces scrunched up in an incredulous expression.

“if you do it, i’ll let both of you fuck me in the same hole,” you proposition them, making a show of clenching and unclenching your stuffed pussy around their dicks with a loud moan, causing them to gasp and curse—atsumu groaning as he bumps his forehead on your shoulder and osamu leaning on the headboard with his eyes closed.

“yup...i’ve seen both of your search histories, and they never lie.”

you didn’t know it was possible, but their bodies stiffened even more. it’s true that the brothers share fantasies of fucking you in the same hole—mouth, pussy, ass, wherever you can take both of them. they just didn’t expect that it would be at the cost of them kissing.

atsumu and osamu stare at each other for what feels like millions of years before they sigh heavily, their intense gazes never wavering as both of them loosen their resolve.

“fuck it.”

when you blink, you catch their plump lips meeting in a messy kiss, their tongues clashing and strings of saliva mixing with each other’s. you’re squished between them even more, all the muscled ridges and planes of their bodies shaping your softer and more rounded one.

they both groan into each other’s mouths, eyes closed as they nip and lick at their lips. your eyes are wide and shocked, watching the two brothers make out with each other like how they do with you, like it’s not their first time doing this.

they suddenly remember that you’re there, pussy quivering and fluttering around their twitching cocks. there’s a pit in your stomach that’s stirring and clenching, so fucking turned on at watching atsumu and osamu make out with a passion that rivals yours.

their hips start moving again, loud squelches filling the stuffy room, along with the wet clicks of their mouths meeting. the twins keep moving their heads, finding the angle that best suits them as they both fuck into you at the same time.

your cries are broken and loud, whimpers spurring them on as they both spear you on their cocks at a pace that’s harder and faster than before.

the relief that fills your body at your request being granted is not as big as the relief that floods the twins’ chests. their sighs against each other’s lips are both pleasured and relieved, small smiles gracing the corners of their mouth as their foreheads press together, the other twin swallowing the other’s groans and curses.

if you only knew how long both atsumu and osamu wanted to show you their brotherly love in a much more passionate and carnal way...because after all, it’s always been the two of them against the world, against each other’s bodies, until you came along to fill the missing piece of their love.

SHOWTIME! | haitani r.

haitani rindou x fem!reader ft. haitani ran, sanzu haruchiyo, kokonoi hajime, kakucho, akashi takeomi, sano manjiro

summary: you pushed your boyfriend just a bit too far while he was trying to stream a game with his friends

warnings: fem!reader, college au, mean dom!rindou, exhibitionism (can hear, not see), oral (f->m), rough sex, unprotected sex, brief manhandling, humiliation, slight impact play, implied masturbation (m), pet names (princess, pretty girl)

wordcount: 4.2k

notes: for @spookygeto's streamer collab

It’d been hours, you were sure of it, and you couldn’t bear it any longer. He swore--he swore--that he wouldn’t be on long, that he would actually spend time with you and you knew you shouldn’t have believed him. It was never just one match when Rindou got on with his stupid fucking friends but every time you naively held out hope.

Sighing from where you were leaning against the doorframe, you watched Rindou’s fingers fly across his keyboard, his gaze trained on the computer and headphones blocking out any sound other than the game and his friends.

Your eyes flickered over to the computer, noting the fact that he was streaming but his camera was turned off, as per usual. Sometimes, it amazed you how many fangirls your boyfriend had for being a streamer that never showed his face online but you supposed it was understandable, Rindou had an attractive voice, you would be the first to admit that.

You wandered over to his desk quietly, his eyes flickered up to the mirror he had above his computer, meeting yours briefly. He raised his eyebrows, questioning you, you pouted as you drew closer--pouting harder when he turned his attention back toward the game.

Kneeling next to him, you pressed your cheek against his thigh and looked up at him, “You’re so pretty, Rin,” you said softly as to not have your voice picked up by his mic, eyes trained on his pretty purple ones, watching the reflection of his game in his irises, watching the way his pretty purple and black hair strayed in his face.

Rindou looked down at you briefly, a small smile tugging at his lips for a moment before you heard Sanzu Haruchiyo shriek something through his headphones and he tore his gaze off of you and back toward the computer.

You pouted as he redirected his attention back toward the game, laughing at whatever was going on. Sighing you rested your head back down against his leg, cheek smushed against his thigh as you looked up at him through your lashes, hating the way he didn’t even spare you a second look.

You should just go, you told yourself, an unwelcome feeling stirring in your chest at the genuine smile spread across Rindou’s face as he talked with his friends.

He promised you time, another voice argued, take your promised time if he won’t give it to you freely.

Your eyes drifted to Rindou’s sweatpants, eyes focusing in on the outline of cock through the gray material, gaze shooting back up to where his eyes were following the movements on the screen rapidly, not sparing you any attention.

While his concentration was entirely on the game, you shifted under the desk and between his legs, movements going unnoticed. You tapped his thigh, watching as Rindou’s brow furrowed in confusion as he absently lifted his hips off of the chair, tongue darting out as his fingers tapped furiously at his keyboard.

Dumbass, you thought to yourself, albeit fondly, as you slipped his sweats down to his thighs. Rindou hadn’t even realized what you had done until you freed his cock from his boxers and he inhaled at the feeling of the cool air against it.

His gaze tore from the game and darted down to where you were kneeling in between his legs, fingers ghosting the length of his cock. His eyes were dark with warning as he watched you, hissing as your hand wrapped firmly around his cock, pumping it twice before you brushed your thumb over the precum beading at his slit.

You watched him scramble to turn the microphone off on his headsets. “Keep your mic on,” you complained quietly, “or are you afraid you’re gonna be loud.”

“Not right now,” he muttered and you could see the veins of his forearms bulging as his entire body tensed as you leaned in to lick at the precum leaking down his tip. Voice strangled, he said, “We finally dragged fuckin’ Mikey away from that other group he plays with, we gotta focus on this match.”

“Then focus,” you told him quietly, leaning up to lick a stripe up the length of his cock, watching him let out a heavy breath as he tilted his head back, that stupid matching tattoo he got with his group of friends on broad display.

“OI! RINDOU, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? STOP FUCKING AROUND!” you heard one of his friends, Kokonoi Hajime, you recognized, shouting through his headsets and Rindou let out a low groan, shooting you a lidded glare before he turned his microphone back on, focusing back on the game albeit with shakier hands.

“Fuck off, Koko,” Rindou said roughly, “My girl came in, had to talk to her real quick.”

“Y/n’s there? Tell her I said hi,” Ran said immediately, his other friends echoing the sentiment. Rindou only glared down at you, you smiled from where you were leaning your cheek on his inner thigh, lazily pumping his cock.

Rindou took in a sharp breath as he set his gaze back on his computer screen and you leaned up on your knees, resting your elbows on his thighs as you took his tip into your mouth, sucking lightly and swirling your tongue around it. Rindou’s fingers faltered from where they were flying across his keyboard.

“Rindou, what the fuck?! How did you miss that?” you heard Sanzu shout and Rindou told him to go fuck himself. You smiled when you noticed one of his legs trembling. You pulled off of his tip with a soft pop, running your hands up his thighs and under his sweatshirt, nails tracing patterns on his abdomen. You watched as the muscle tensed under your touch, his body hunching in slightly and a grimace crossing his face as he shot you another irritated look.

You looked up at him, eyes wide. Tell me to stop and I will, you said silently. Understanding what you were getting across, Rindou only sneered at you, going back to his game.

You smiled.

One hand still lightly scratching the contours of the abdomen, your other drifted back to his upper thigh, bracing itself there as you leaned in to capture Rindou’s cock between your lips. Rindou hissed at the suddenness of the action. Shifting up more on your knees and forcing your throat to relax, you bobbed your head on his cock, inhaling deep through your nose as your lips brushed the base of his cock, desperately trying to stop yourself from gagging and making noise.

Rindou choked on his breath, coughing violently, and his cock twitched sharply in your mouth--tears stinging at your eyes as it stretched out your throat. Your nails dug into the skin of his thigh as you pulled halfway off his cock, tongue tracing up the vein on the underside of his cock, sucking hard at his tip cringing lightly at the salty taste of his precum before pulling off again and looking up at him.

You could hear a mesh of voices shouting at Rindou from his headphones but Rindou had his eyes squeezed shut and one hand clasped around his mouth, head tilted down. Haitani Rindou was good at a lot of things but controlling his reactions was not one of them. Haitani Rindou was loud and responsive in bed, and it was something that you appreciated a lot and he despised because no matter how hard he tried to shut himself up he couldn’t.

The glare he shot you was nothing short of lethal when he finally reopened his eyes and dropped his hand from his mouth, lavender eyes dark and hooded, lips pressed together tight and twisted down.

You smiled at him again, his glare darkened.

Leaning in, you placed wet kisses along the length of his cock, feeling his abdomen spasm underneath your hands at the action. Just as you were about to take his cock back into your mouth, one of his hands curled around your hair, dragging you up.

Your eyes widened in shock, watching as he leaned forward to press a few buttons on his keyboard, ending the stream and closing out of the game. You heard his friends screaming at him from his headphones, Sanzu being the loudest but Rindou only spit a few curses at them as he dragged you rather harshly over to his bed.

“Rindou,” you said, wincing at the painful grip on your hair but he only flattened his other palm against your back and shoved you face-first down onto his bed. Before you could try to push yourself onto your knees, Rindou was straddling your back, pulling your head up and forcing something over your ears.

“Rindou, what the fuck is going on?” you heard Sanzu spit directly in your ears.

“Dude, why did you disconnect? We’re getting fucked,” Kakucho asked.

“Come on, man, are you shitting us right now? We just fucking lost, you know how long it took us to get Mikey to play?” Kokonoi complained.

Rindou leaned in close to the microphone, chest flush against your back and cock pressed against your ass, “My girl wanted to play a different game, you should be thanking me for the front row seat, assholes,” he said lowly, and you turned your head to look at your boyfriend, eyes wide as the others on the call quieted down.

“Rin-” you began, voice wavering as he leaned back on his heels, shifting off of you.

“Thought you wanted the mic on,” Rindou spat, dragging you closer to him, grip bruising around your thighs. Distantly, you could hear his friends mocking you through the headset but all you could focus on was Rindou, “Made us lose the match, least you can do is give ‘em a show, yeah?”

“Yeah, give us a show, y/n-chan,” you heard Sanzu jeer into your ear from the headset.

“Mm, let us hear you, pretty girl,” Ran cooed, “Wanna hear how good Rinrin can fuck you, bet I can do it better.”

You inhaled sharply as you felt Rindou tug your shorts down harshly, looking back at him nervously because he wasn’t really about to fuck you with all of his friends and his brother listening, was he?

Tell me to stop and I will, the same mocking look you had sent him before was now directed your way and you could only glare at him. He didn’t back out, so you wouldn’t either.

“You hear that?” Kokonoi Hajime cooed, “Thinks she likes the sound of that, maybe Rindou doesn’t fuck his bitch good enough.”

“Koko,” Kakucho warned but he was cut off by Ran’s loud laughter.

“Is that it, princess? Need me to teach my little brother how to fuck you? Want me to make him watch as I split you open on my cock, hm?” Ran’s voice was cruel, mocking, tears sprung to your eyes.

“N-No,” you said, “No, I-”

“Shut the fuck up,” Rindou said from behind you and you gasped when you felt his fingers slip between your folds to press at your entrance, smearing your slick around messily, “Don’t fuckin’ talk to them 'less I tell you to.”

You shut your mouth immediately even as Rindou’s friends started mocking you and you weren’t sure if wanted to cry or if you wanted Rindou to just hurry up and fuck you. You felt pathetic because while you listened to his friends make fun of you for ‘at least being an obedient slut’ you couldn’t stop the heat that was pooling dangerously fast in your lower abdomen.

You wanted to throw up--you shouldn’t be getting turned on from this. You shouldn’t and you knew damn well that Rindou was going to notice and when he did-

“There’s no fuckin’ way you’re actually turned on by this,” Rindou sneered, as if on cue, and you whimpered, humiliation spreading through you as his friends burst into laughter, sharp in your ears. Your eyes blurred with tears as Rindou grabbed your waist to pull you up to your hands and knees in front of him and you let out a shaky breath when you felt his tip nudge against your cunt, slipping against your wet folds. “You fuckin’ are, you like that they’re listening, don’t you? Want them to hear you actin’ like a fuckin’ whore? Maybe I should turn the video on for them too, yeah?”

“N-N-oh-” you couldn’t even finish the protest as Rindou’s hands found themselves in a bruising grip on your hips, fingers digging hard into your skin as he pushed into you without warning, an obscene moan escaping your lips when you felt his cock stretching out your walls, slipping into you almost easily without any prep just from how turned on you were.

Keyword, almost. You grit your teeth as discomfort spread through you, the stretch a strange mixture of pleasure and pain that was unfamiliar to you because Rindou never fucked you without making you cum twice on his tongue and twice on his fingers at least.

It burned and you couldn’t tell if it was in a good way or a bad way because your thoughts were jumbled not only from the feeling of Rindou’s cock splitting you open but also because of his friends’ voices piercing your ears.

“Jesus fucking christ, sounds like a fuckin’ pornstar,” you couldn’t tell who had spoken--Kokonoi, maybe? Takeomi? Yeah, Takeomi.

“Fucks like one too,” that was Ran, “Rindou accidentally sent me a video of them once when tryna send one he took of some guy hacking in the game.”

“Nah man, why the fuck is Rindou the first of us to get a girl? There’s something fundamentally wrong with that, when is it my turn?” That was Kokonoi, you realized.

You whimpered as you felt Rindou draw his hips back, you could feel each and every inch of his cock pressing against your cunt, each vein molding itself into your walls. And you tried, you tried to brace yourself, tried to hold back the moan bubbling in your chest because you knew the microphone connecting you to his friends was right next to your lips but you couldn’t.

Your arms trembled against the bed in anticipation, abdomen and legs tensing and pussy aching at the empty feeling left behind by Rindou’s cock as his tip once again nudged at your opening. But he wasn’t moving, he wasn’t moving and you were sure it was about to be what pushed you to tears rather than all of his friends making fun of you in your ear.

“Rin-” you began taking in a shuddered breath when you heard Sanzu Haruchiyo mock your call of your boyfriend’s name instantly. Fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, for a moment you hated Rindou. You hated him for making him wear his headphones while his friends were on a call, you hated him for drawing this out when he knew what you wanted and you hated-

Any thought that might’ve been running through your head fizzled away as Rindou bucked his hips into you, a loud cry of his name tearing from your lips silencing all of the boys on the other end of the voice chat. Your arms gave out as Rindou pulled his hips back, snapping them back into you at an almost painful pace--dropping to your elbows as Rindou’s fingers dug deep into the skin of your hips and ass, dragging you back and fucking you onto him as he thrust up into you, hitting you so deep inside that it almost hurt, you swore his tip was brushing your cervix.

You could barely even hear Rindou’s friends in your ears over the sloppy sound of your boyfriend’s cock dragging in and out of your sopping wet cunt, over the filthy sound of skin on skin, over Rindou’s low groans and your piercing, broken moans that were cut off each time Rindou drove his hips into you.

“Holy fuckin shit-”

“... fucking hot, Rindou’s gotta shar-”

“-ucho actin' all holier-than-thou, we all know you’re fuckin’ your fist too.”

“Rindou,” you sobbed, fisting the sheets next to you, “feels s’good, Rin, feels s’good, feels-”

Another high-pitched moan tore from your lips as Rindou brought his hand down on your right ass cheek, the sound ringing throughout the air. That very same hand slid up your body to wrap around your hair, pulling you right off of the mattress, back arched almost painfully but you couldn’t even feel it over the numbing feeling of Rindou’s cock fucking so deep into you.

“Tell them that,” Rindou groaned but his words went in one ear and out the other until his grip tightened, “Tell them.”

“C’mon, princess,” Ran cooed, “tell us how my baby brother’s makin’ you feel, yeah?”

“Makin me feel s’good,” the words slipped from your lips before you could stop them, half a slur as your head started going fuzzy from all of the stimulation, “he’s makin’ me feel s’good, Ran.”

“Oh, fuck-” Ran groaned just as Rindou brought another hand down on your ass, making you cry out again.

“Don’t say his fuckin’ name,” Rindou spit out viciously, “Say it again and I’m not gonna let you finish.”

“Sorry, ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry,” you sobbed, but you weren’t even sure if the words were coming out as you intended and you weren’t even sure what Rindou was telling you, everything felt too hot and you couldn’t even hear yourself over the headphones and the sounds of Rindou driving himself into you over and over and over again.

“Keep going,” Rindou said after a moment and

You hiccuped over your breath, “R-Rin makes me feel s’good, n he’s so big, he’s so bi-ig,” god you should be embarrassed, you knew you would be whenever you came back to but you were too fucked out on your boyfriend’s cock to care, “makes me feel the best, makes me fe-”

“Bet I could make you feel even better, pretty,” Sanzu interrupted you, “Should convince your lil boyfriend to let-”

“No!” you said, “N’you can’t, Rin makes me feel the best, Haru-”

You weren’t even able to finish his name, cut off by another gasp and resounding smack as Rindou slapped your ass again, “What the fuck did I just tell you?” he seethed, but you could barely hear him over the near-pornographic moan of Sanzu Haruchiyo ringing through your ear.

Oh god, did he just cu-

Rindou’s grip on your hair tightened, your mind going blank as he drove his cock deep into you again, his free hand slipping from his harsh hold on your hip to rub at your clit, your lips parted in a silent moan as you felt him tug lightly at your clit, body spasming at the action. Letting go of your hair, Rindou brought his other hand back to your waist so he could fuck you faster, harder, at a brutal pace that had you crying out with each thrust, that had your mind half-dazed and your jaw slack.

Your upper body dropped limp against the bed without Rindou holding you up, cheek flush against the mattress and eyes rolling back as Rindou dragged your body back to meet him for every thrust, fingers playing with your clit like one of his stupid games. His name left your lips in a mantra, a series of nonstop high-pitch chants, his name was the only intelligible thought running through your head as he brought you closer and closer to your high.

“Fuck, sounds-”

You were gonna cum, you could feel it-

“... nzu came all over-”

But you can’t, are you really gonna let them all hear?

“...f your brother doesn’t let us hit, I swear-”

Heat spread through your body fast, too fast, you couldn’t fucking control it--you couldn’t even tell if it was from pleasure or humiliation as your pants and cries of Rindou’s name grew louder and louder.

“...so fuckin’ hot-”

Desperately, you tried to slap your hand over your mouth but Rindou grabbed it before you could try to muffle the noise, you sobbed, head almost feeling like it was floating from how close you were from being pushed over the edge.

“-n’t believe Rindou-”

They’d never let you live this down, you had to see most of them every day, how would you be able to look them in the eyes-

“Princess, convince your boyf-”

Rindou leaned over you, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as he rolled his hips slow into, hitting impossibly deeper, “Hurry the fuck up ‘n cum.”

Your entire body trembled as Rindou flicked your clit hard, grinding his hips deep into you as he attached his lips to the back of your neck, sucking deep bruises down your spine and moaning shamelessly against your skin as your walls spasmed around him. A piercing moan of his name left from your lips as you felt your high wash over you, nails ripping into the bedsheets and body tensing. You could feel Rindou’s hips stutter and still against you as he came deep inside you and you felt full, too full, too hot, it was all just too much.

“Fuck,” you couldn’t even tell who was speaking as your body fell limp to the bed, mind hazy and fuzzy--Rindou was saying something to you, you could see his lips moving from the corner of your eye but you couldn’t tell what he was saying over the combined sound of his friends loud in your ears and the blood rushing to your head, body shuddering in the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“Hey, Mikey,” you heard Ran laugh as Rindou reached to take off the headphones, “Bet this is better than your other little group you play with, yeah?”

Everything went eerily quiet once he pulled the headphones off, the only sound in the room was your own heavy pants as you tried to catch your breath and Rindou murmuring something to his friends before wandering over to his computer.

Distantly, you wondered if he really had the audacity to go back to playing his game after all of that, but you were proven wrong a few seconds later when he wandered back to your side, sitting on the bed next to you, headphones out of hand. He brushed your matted hair out of your face before leaning down to press his lips against your forehead, lingering there for a moment before pulling back, cupping your face gently.

You smiled, turning your face to the side to kiss the palm of his hand, he let out a soft breath, the irritated look in his lavender eyes long gone and replaced by a fonder one.

“Love you, y’know?” he murmured and you giggled, the irritated look returned momentarily before disappearing. Haitani Rindou was never the most affectionate man but he tried his best for you,

“Love you too, Rin,” you said, giving his palm another peck.

For a moment, the two of you just rested there, basking in each other’s presence and just as you were about to speak up, his computer began binging incessantly. His friends, you realized after a moment, realization slowly beginning to hit you over what just happened.

Rindou seemed to recognize your distress and his grip on your face tightened slightly, forcing you to look at him, “I’ll kill them if they bother you,” he said, and you knew he meant it from the dark look in his eyes, “Ran-”

Ran-

“Rindou accidentally sent me a video once-”

“Rin,” you said quietly, cutting him off mid-rant, “Ran said something-”

“Ran says a lot of things-”

“Something about a video of us,” you finished, watching his face go red almost immediately. Rindou launched to his feet instantly, moving away from you. You forced yourself to sit up, wincing at the soreness shooting through your body, “Rindou!”

“I don’t know what he’s talking about,” he spit out, refusing to look at you. You stared at him in disbelief, watching as he made a beeline for the bathroom, “Gonna run you a bath.”

“Rin-”

“Gonna run you a bath!” he repeated, louder, slamming the bathroom door behind him. You sighed as you heard the water running, flopping back down onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“Rin,” you called, knowing that he could hear you over the running water, “I’m gonna beat your ass.”

Rindou didn’t respond, and you tilted your head over to the side to look at his bathroom, watching as he opened the door and glared at you, “It was an accident.”

“An accident?” you demanded.

“I thought I was sending something else,” he snapped, “It’s not my fault my phone spazzed.”

“I’m gonna fuckin' kill you, Rin.”

“You can’t even walk on your own right now, good luck.”

“RINDOU!”

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Back on my tr bullshit

If you like my art, help by reblogging ♡ because i can’t seem to get my art noticed :)

You can't leave me. You promised. You gave me your word. You can't back out now. I meant it when I said forever.

Don't worry, I'll do whatever it takes to make sure you stay. Whatever. It. Takes.

i cant prove it but light yagami definitely writes down every gay person’s name he encounters his death note because he refuses to accept the fact that he’s mega homosexual in a closet made of glass