#rindou dark smut

[nymphaliia]

𐙚 TOKYO REVENGERS SMUT

୨୧ gamer!boyfriend!rindou x f!reader

— your boyfriend is a pro gamer and spends all of his time at his desk. and of course, his sweet girlfriend spends all of her time at his desk too, specifically under.

cw : oral (m!receiving), throat fuck, mouth cockwarming, cum swallow, slight cum play, dumbification, "slut"...

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rindou is your oh so sweet boyfriend, so kind and attentive. he spoils you and treats you so well you can't help but want to return the favour.

but what good can you be ? you've got no money and rin most likely already has everything he wants.

don't worry though! rin is quick to chase that worry away from that cute little brain of yours! you want to please your boyfriend that much is that right? surely you must know another way to please him instead of material good ?

that's when rindou uses your desperate desire to thank him, to manipulate his dumb girlfriend into her knees to keep him warm during his intense game sessions.

devoted as you are, you'll stay here and agree right? that's the only thing rin ever asked of you, you can definitely do him this favour.

you need no more convincing and you're greedily waiting for any command from him, desperate to show him just how grateful you are for his kind treatment.

you look up through your eyelashes at your boyfriend's face, meekly kneeling between his spreading legs. he looks so hot, all serious and frowning, muttering curses under his breath, translating his frustration at his game.

when he finally gets a more peaceful moment, he takes that as his cue to unzip his pants without a word, eyes riveted to his screen.

he doesn't look at you when he reveals his hard on and only tells you to keep it in your mouth. you mustn't move, he tells you, just keep him warm and wet, and then maybe you'll get a reward.

so you do, obediently opening wide for him and swallowing his whole length until its tip is kissing the back of your throat and your nose is touching his pubic hair. you try your best to relax your airways, feeling tears already building up.

but you finally adjust and manage to not move an inch, keeping still like he warned you to. your jaw is aching like crazy by the first fifteen minutes and time feels way longer than it should.

but you feel so good around him! the simple thought of helping rin relax is enough to get you going another ten minutes. his praises are like music to your ears and when he tells you how much of an adorable little slut you are, it feels special, and great.

rin loves to use you. the way you look under him is enough to keep him hard for another hour. he avoids looking down at you, knowing he'll be met with your big doe eyes, a terribly sweet contrast to how your plump lips are stretched around his fat cock. he knows he won't be able to complete his game if he catches your pretty face servicing him from under.

but even though you don't move and he doesn't look at you, he can only imagine what you look like right now. a pool of saliva dangling from your chin, some tainting your top. you look depraved, with glossy eyes and rosy cheeks, submissive hands delicately resting at the top of your lap.

all of this just makes him want to fuck your throat until you can't think of anything else but his dick. which might already be the case considering how you've been swallowing him for the past thirty minutes now, nostrils breathing in his strong scent.

so he makes sure to use your mouth as a fleshlight the second he wins his game, claiming he needs his reward for finishing number one. and you comply enthusiastically, readjusting your posture to prepare yourself for what's to come.

he takes your head in his hands, one holding the top, fingers roughly laced in your hair in a strong knot, and the other placed firmly on your nape.

you let him guide you up and down his length, jaw all mushy and ready to be used however. it hurts and your body is aching from the position you've been sitting in. but you say nothing, figuring his pleasure is your priority right now. his low grunts make you shiver and encourage you to keep bobing your head up and down.

it feel obscene. gags and sloppy sounds are bouncing off the walls, barely covering rin's own blissful moans. your eyes are burning and your reflexes are getting bolder, praying you for a breath, so you dig your nails in your flesh hoping it'll help you stay in place.

you feel rindou chase his own high, his thrusts are getting more uncontrolled, he keeps whispering dirty words and sweetly insults you. and when he feels it coming, he locks your head in place with his arm chocking you.

he tells you to stay still. "I'm- I'm gonna cum baby, fuck, make sure to catch all of it okay?" and you do, unmoving, receiving his seeds gratefully like an angel receiving a favour from god.

you feel light-headed by the time he finishes painting your mouth white, thick rope of cum pooling inside and forcing you to taste the sour and bitter liquid. him letting go of your face feels like a liberation and if it wasn't for the sperm in your mouth you would've panted like a dog the moment his dick slowly slid out of your mouth, sensitive from the recent orgasm.

"that's my good girl. always such a pretty cock sucker for me" he babied, slightly pating your cheek condescendingly, soft dick lazily kept in hand.

"did you like my gift baby? come on show me your reward sweet face" rin watched in satisfaction as you nodded eagerly and opened wide to show him the mouthful of cum he just dumped inside you.

he softly praised you and encouraged you to swallow after you played with it for a bit, turning it around in your mouth like it was the most delicious juice ever.

"god, you're such a useful little cum slut baby, this made me so happy. are you gonna let me use your throat again tomorrow angel?"

and how else can you answer if not by a cheerful "yes!" and a quick peck to his dick to show rin just how happy you are now that you can prove yourself to be just as capable of making his days better, like he does with you!

[inkytoru]

⚠︎ ˒ ៸៸ cw: f!reader, pet play, yandere behavior, mild omorashi

being the bonten trio’s housepet and being presented with a different custom designer collar from each of the three men. ran’s was a deep purple with a diamond encrusted finish, rindou’s was a classic black with 24 karat gold chains encircling the band, and sanzu’s was a cute pastel pink with sterling silver spikes protruding from its sides. all of course, had their initials engraved somewhere within the premium leather, and of course, all three tried their best to convince you theirs was better.

being the bonten trio’s housepet and you’re subjected to their whims on the kind of pet you are for each of them; sanzu prefers it when you’re pliant and scared like a bunny. rindou prefers you mewling like a kitten. and ran prefers you panting like a puppy.

being the bonten trio’s housepet and it’s no surprise it falls to you to be their personal stress reliever, especially when mikey cracked down on their laziness. they use you without so much as a please and thank you; because pets don’t understand manners, do they? (not when you’re trained to service them whenever, wherever.)

being the bonten trio’s housepet and having a designated cage for you in each of their offices; they finally came to a compromise and decide to allocate days of the week to each of them. (on fridays and the weekends, the three of them share you, but not without some competition or an exchanging of insults about whose the better owner.)

being the bonten trio’s housepet and being brought into business meetings to sit quietly and patiently between their feet. all three like to play around with you in different ways— sanzu is the most hands-on of the three and will secretly play with your puffy clit and let his slender digits disappear inside of your aching hole one by one . . . ran has your lips wrapped around his veiny, throbbing cock underneath the table, and rindou shoves a vibrator up your needy cunt while idly pushing buttons on its controller.

being the bonten trio’s housepet and going into a blazing heat that needed their touch—whoever’s, you didn’t particularly care—to satiate it. rindou and ran go feral when you’re like this, using your holes any opportunity they get. sanzu, however, likes to torture you by withholding his hands on you, instead opting to send you a wry smirk every time you looked up at him with those pleading, big eyes. (but he can’t help but not be exempt to the way you present your ass to him, wriggling it in such a cutely desperate manner.)

being the bonten trio’s housepet and never enjoying the outdoors again. you’re too precious to lose, and they didn’t like others leering at their plaything unless it’s when they’re lording you around meetings as a prized possession that put their higher rank in the organization on clear display.

being the bonten trio’s housepet and being leashed for walks around the headquarters’ affluent and pristine floors. (sanzu forces you to hold your pee so you could feel the humiliation later of soiling yourself at another executive’s office.)

being the bonten trio’s housepet and making your first attempt at escape when mikey declares your presence not welcome at a highly-sensitive conference. they grumble, dissatisfied without you there to nullify their boredom, but ultimately acquiesce to their superior’s demands. you wait for the perfect moment before fleeing outside the revolving, pristine doors with the taste of freedom on your tongue. but it’s short-lived when they hunt you down by the tracker chip they had implanted into your neck without your knowledge.

being the bonten trio’s housepet and being punished for your folly. you’re downgraded from the luxurious meals to literal pet food. you’re kept on a tighter leash, and every time you so much as glance towards your old life outside the glass of the doors and windows, you’re given a spanking and a stern chastising.

being the bonten trio’s housepet and promised that another escape attempt will result in a broken or lost limb or worse, and that you belonged to them, forever and always.

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[nyapawr]

his pink fat-girthy cock was all you could think of right now. He was fucking you roughly, face down-ass up. Rindou did not care if you were tired, his main goal was to fill you up, to breed you.

"ngh fuckkkk....." you begin to drool because of how good he was pounding into you. He placed his right hand onto your ass, squeezing it harshly causing you to squirt a bit. "y'like that babyy hmm?" he smirks as he slaps your ass causing you to roll your eyes back.

He stops causing you to complain. " why'd you stoppp! i wan'more daddyy....." you whine and pout softly as tears start to form. He scoffs as he looks at you, smirking. All of a sudden he harshly thrusts into you.

He leans next to your ear and whispers "i'm going to fill you up, slut ♡~"

[nyxieinshadows]

「壊れた」- Ran Haitani X Reader X Haruchiyo Sanzu

Summary:Their marriage was built on passion—and destroyed by silence.When Ran Haitani asks for a divorce, she’s forced to confront the love she tried to bury, the pain she never healed from, and the man she was never ready to let go of. But sometimes, the most dangerous kind of heartbreak is the one that never truly ends…

Your shared life was routine—until that night when Ran made an unexpected proposal. He wanted a divorce.

You had refused, unwilling to let go, but he was resolute, weary of the life you both led. The nights you ignored him in bed, the days you pushed him away because of the grim reality tied to Bonten…

He’d come home late, clothes soaked in blood, the metallic scent seeping into your lungs. Yet, you never dared to question his work. You knew—Bonten was a vile place, a life entangled in crime and death. If any of it reached the authorities, Ran would be on the gallows, and you’d spend your days behind bars.

Being with Ran meant constant fear. Your nightmares were filled with visions of enemies slicing through the tattoo on his neck. You loved him—perhaps too much—but couldn’t bear the thought of witnessing his death.

When he shoved the divorce papers across the dinner table, you had no choice but to sign. There was no salvaging the shattered bond. Divorce was the only path to a better life for both of you.

He offered you a portion of his wealth, but you declined. Why keep a memento from someone you were trying to forget? You aimed to return to a normal life—free from crime, blood, and Ran Haitani.

Life moved on. One day, you visited an upscale Tokyo restaurant for lunch. And there he was, seated across from you with another woman.

Damn him. That woman was to replace you, to marry him, leaving you in the past.

Your heart ached, every part of you that he’d touched burned. Tears welled up, and your lips trembled.

As you tried to escape his gaze, his voice stopped you.

“Are you okay? What are you doing?”

Before you knew it, his fingers gripped your wrist, pulling you toward him. But your eyes were fixed elsewhere—on the ring on his finger. You hadn’t expected him to love again so soon. You cursed yourself, your thoughts, and the heart that still beat for him.

“Did you leave me for her? Was she the reason for our divorce? Tell me, Ran!”

Your sudden words couldn’t capture the immense pain twisting inside you. You wished to strangle that woman in front of Ran, to make him feel the agony you endured.

“All the time you pushed me away, she was there to comfort me!”

You couldn’t believe your love had ended, that she was to take your place. It disgusted you. Ran disgusted you to the point where you wanted to drown him in his own blood for the love you still bore.

“So that’s it, Haitani! You never understood that I was afraid of losing you! You can’t blame me! I was always by your side. I pushed you away because I didn’t want to lose you! And what did you do? You never tried to understand me!”

You couldn’t allow yourself to appear pathetic before him any longer. You wanted to leave your old self there, amidst the restaurant’s bustle, within Ran Haitani’s purple gaze, and the notes of classical music playing.

You had to abandon the part of you filled with memories of Ran. You had to bury his kisses, your bodies’ criminal dances, and all the memories right there.

Your relationship with that man was nothing but a colossal failure—a costly one that taught you a valuable lesson: never give your heart to someone unworthy.

“I hope you’ve learned from this failure, Ran. You can be with the whores drawn to your money and power… But I swear, one day you’ll show up at my door, begging me to return… But it’s too late, Haitani. You know why? Because you don’t deserve any love!”

Your words struck Ran like a slap, a reminder that by letting you go, he made the worst decision of his life. Indeed, no one could replace you for Haitani.

He could never find another like you in the filthy world of Bonten.

Regret was futile, and Ran realized his mistakes too late. As he began to see you in that woman’s eyes, imagined your lips kissing him, and your hands touching his body…

But you were no longer there to return to him. He realized too late that by breaking your heart, he had destroyed his own.

Perhaps you were right—he never deserved your love.

And he realized this mistake far too late.

So late that you were no longer there for him…

Because Sanzu had already won.

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[cannibalcow01]

Candy Coated (Izana/F.Reader/Rindou) 1st chapter sneak peek.

Tokyo Revengers Au

A story of heartbreak and finding love again... Or should I say danger and obsession?

They say old flames never actually die..

The complete fic can be read in AO3 and Wattpad.

❗ Please read the (Before you begin) page for trigger warnings!❗

You felt sick...

The week felt like it dragged on forever. Your mother picked up double shifts leaving you to watch over your younger siblings. Though they could take care of themselves, you always felt that guilt leaving them alone. Especially when Luna and Mana liked to bother Mitsuya who's been working so hard trying to gain a scholarship to attend his dream school.

**Some fashion schooling in France? You weren't completely sure but you hoped he'd make it..

Not only was home life hitting hard but work killed you as well. You worked part time at a small bakery. Thankful of the old woman who gave you the job so you could help out with bills but... She would not drop the subject of you leaving home and pursuing your own schooling for your "baking talents."

You laughed at the idea.. You weren't perfect. Sure your simple cookies and chocolates could put a seasoned baker to shame but you yourself could never see it. You saw the good in everyone and everything but you just couldn't see yourself in that same light.

It was something your friends called "the Mitsuya effect". It was also something your boyfriend Rindou liked to tease you about. Supposedly you didn't need to try to be perfect, you just were.. (You weren't though? Or so you thought..)

All you did was try your best at everything that was placed in front of you? But to everyone,sunshine and rainbows just fell out of your ass. It was exhausting...

It was exhausting and made your smile falter. Something Rindou hated seeing... That's why when life got a little too heavy for you, Rin was always dragging you off somewhere to get your mind off of thing.

You had really hoped it was a night in. He'd kick Ran out of their house for a few hours, you'd both watch a movie or something. The both of you would make dinner together and fall asleep in each other's arms...

But this was not one of his finest "date" ideas... You really tried not to blame him. But you didn't understand why coming to a big party that was thrown by Hanma Suji of all people caught his interest.

Rindou told you to let loose, have a couple of drinks, take a few bong hits or pop a few mollies... He'd keep his eyes on you and make sure you were safe.

You knew he would, he always did. But getting drunk and high wasn't your thing? You preached to both Luna, Mana, and Takashi on the dangers of drugs, you weren't going to be a hypocrite.. You knew Rin and Ran had fun but it wasn't excessive.

You stuck to some mixed drink that Ran handed you. He promised it was mostly cranberry juice since he knew you weren't much of a drinker. He may have put an extra shot or two of vodka but it was just enough to get your stressed muscles loose. You kept his little bro happy so of course he cared for you... But he wasn't going to mother you.

Your nose scrunched up as you drunk the red liquid. Completely oblivious to the way Rindou was watching you. His hand sneaking around you waist to keep you close, his eyes blown like a puppy in love.. A small rare smile tugged at his lips when you shook your head at the strong taste.

"Oh my God Ran! Did you pour half the bottle in here?!"

Both brothers laughed before Rindou kissed the side of your head. He'd get pissed at his brother later, but this was a night you needed. Tomorrow he'd take you out and spoil you rotten, whether you liked it or not.

Rindou leaned back and grabbed his cup off one of the small tables by the couches you all sat on. You were so engulfed into a story some girl was telling about Ran's old highschool mischief, probably waiting to see if he would be mentioned. You didn't see the face Rindou made when he downed the rest of his cup.

His drink tasted a little bitter all of a sudden? Maybe if he wasn't giving you "fuck me eyes". He would have seen the girl he couldn't stand walk by and drop something into his drink. He would have looked around the room and seen her staring you down like you were some type of disgusting being.

If you weren't such a lightweight you'd notice her too... A bitter female by the name of Tola. She's hated you for no good reason. Just the fact that you supposedly take everything from her...

You took Rindou, when it was he who asked you out on a date. You turned him down 4 times before you even said yes. He just wasn't interested in anyone else.

The job at the bakery? You took that too! She had experience but you came in and the owner fell in love with your stupid face and fake ass smile... You had a sweetness to you while Tola had a face that permanently looked annoyed.

You were worshipped in school, You had siblings who saw you as GOD, despite already having Rindou you had boys vow they would marry you... You were a bitch and she was the only one who saw it!

For Rindou the room started getting a little fuzzy. He usually didn't get buzzed this fast? He wasn't even planning on drinking a lot? Just one drink while he let you blow off some steam.. What was happening?

Maybe it was because he didn't eat much today? Yeah, that was it... He had a few cookies you made him and continued on with his business. Before he knew it, it was time to pick you up from work.

You felt Rindou pat your thigh. He leaned in to tell you he was going to the restroom and was going to raid Hanma's pantry for something to eat. If he couldn't find anything you both would leave to go eat something..

That was all fine with you. The house was getting hot with all the bodies flooding in. Plus all the smoke was making it a little hard to breathe. Maybe it wasn't too late for your movie date after all?

Ran began to go on about something and you tried to listen. It had been 5 minutes and Rindou still hasn't walked down the stairs... Maybe it wasn't that type of bathroom break? Maybe he needed to drop a duce?

10 minutes went by....

20 minutes.....

30?... 38..

Was he feeling okay? Maybe you should go and check on him? Ran had left with the girl from earlier so that left you alone for a good few minutes. The small buzz from your drink had faded thanks to you only drinking one gulp and finding actual water...

You got up and headed for the stairs. Hopefully he didn't pass out on the toilet.. You'd have to find Ran for help, the older Haitani wouldn't let his little brother forget it.

Once you reached the top you nearly turned back from all the bodies crowding the hallways. Maybe you just missed him?

Suddenly the left side of your body got warm. The smell of weed, hard alcohol, and a little throw up made you want to gag.

You noticed the tattooed hands right away. You weren't really a fan of Hanma, too much chaos in one person. But either way you smiled at him, hoping he'd help you out so you and your boyfriend could leave faster.

You had to scream over the loud music. "Hey Hanma! Great party! have you seen Rindou?!"

His smile almost dropped. "Huh?! Weren't you just with him? I was going to ask what happened?!--Rindou bust a nut too fast?! I could lend you a hand but---" He pointed to a room down the hall.

Hanma loves drama! But he quickly turned to get away from the scene. He felt nothing when girls cried, there fault for picking assholes to fuck with... But he wasn't really looking forward to seeing a Mitsuya cry. Something about that just felt wrong. It would definitely ruin his high..

Your mind was breaking. At first it tried to stay blank. That voice told you Rindou wasn't like that, Ran sure! But not your Rindou..

You mind played all your dates and hangouts in one go. You hand reached for the door..

You could hardly hear anything but when the beat of the music changed you could faintly hear low grunting and high moans..

You shouldn't, Hanma was wrong. You were about to walk into some strangers enjoying one another.

But your brain knew better than your heart... Your brain pushed your legs forward, it made the muscles in your arm turn the knob and slightly step in.

Like a thousand glowing knives pierced through your heart... Your heart told you to look away! Your brain told you to run in there and beat both of them till they stopped breathing.

That wasn't you... Only use your fist to protect those you love.. Right now it was hate and hurt taking over you body. You needed to leave!

You slammed the door but the sounds kept going. They didn't hear a thing!

You face burned as the tears rolled.down your cheeks. Your chest felt tight and your legs felt weak. It was so hot in this damn house! Why couldn't you breathe?!!

You Ran down the halls and tried to make your way out of the sea of people. All seeing your tears fall and hearing the small hiccups leaving your pretty lips.

Most girls gasped at your hurt, having been there too. Some guys and girls felt sorry... Some felt a small sense of humor in it..

Either way you completely ignored the shoulder you just bumped into. You ignored the yell of your name as you passed Ran like he was invincible.

Were you crying? Who does he have to kill? Where was Rindou? Was he already killing he asshole or bitch that hurt you?!

Ran raced back upstairs to see where his brother was. He probably had you run to the car while he dealt with the problem. You were probably sober already so you'd play as their get away driver.

Instead of finding a crowd, instead of hearing the sweet sound of knuckles splitting flesh. He walked up to a few girls whispering instead...

"Was that Mitsuya? Poor girl.."

"That's what she gets for trying to always be little miss perfect. Guess it took a Haitani to humble her."

"That's so mean! What did she do to you?"

"I wonder who he dumped her for? Y/n's really sweet--, I would never if she was my girlfriend..."

"I bet she's model pretty for him to cheat like that?"

"Doubt it."

Ran had to stop and take a second before he turned back to face them. He looked at the girls like they were crazy -- What the fuck were they talking about? Cheating?! Rindou's love sick ass? "Where the fuck is he?"

The girls all stiffened up but quickly pointed at the door on the far left.

Ran wasn't as graceful as you. He slammed the door wide open. Leaving a clear view for everyone out in the halls..

Some chick with the same colored hair bounced her flat ass on top of Rindou. For once in his life Ran felt ashamed of his little brother. He wasn't like this?...

Rindou had his eyes shut tight. His speech was slurred but he could make out your name leaving his mouth followed by small I love you's ... That's when Ran knew something wasn't right.

He'd never put his hand son a woman but he felt no guilt when he grabbed the girl by her hair and tossed her skank ass to the side.

She hit the ground with a loud *THUD* and screamed.

Rindou's eyes shot open. He couldn't wrap his brain around what was happening? Where did you go? Was that your scream?

Whatever Tola out in his drink made his movements delayed. His vision started spinning and he leaned over the bed and began to throw up..

Ran ignored the girls screaming and shook her like a doll. "What the fuck did you give him you little bitch!?"

He dropped the girl when Rindou began to groan. His brother needed him but--

"Y/n?.. Y/n I don't feel right.. I-- baby, I think we need to leave."

Rindou didn't understand that the person helping him get dressed and up wasn't you. It was his older brother...

You were long gone by now..

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You ignored everything and everyone as you left the house. Which way was home? You couldn't think right---

"Y/n?! What's wrong? Are you okay?!"

You felt your body get turned around. Two separate pair of eyes looked at you with worry. A set of yellow and a set of green.

It took you a minute to say a word. It was so hard to catch your breath. "Rindou-- he, Some girl in the room."

That was all they needed to know. Yuzuha had to hold Senju back by her jacket. She had murder in her eyes..

They'd kick his bitch ass later. Right now you needed them. Your eyes were puffy from crying and the way your breathing was.. Not I lay were you heartbroken but you were having a panic attack... It was all too much that your body didn't know how to handle it.

Yuzuha shook her head and dragged you to her car. She wasn't going to come to this stupid party but Senju convinced her to come out. She had heard gossip that both Haitani's were here so that meant a high chance you were too! It was supposed to end with them surprising you and stealing you away from Rindou to go dance and have fun..

Ever since you started working and dating the younger Haitani, they hardly saw you... They didn't want to see you like this.

Senju held you in the back seat while you cried on her. Yuzuha drove around for hours, playing all your favorite songs just to try and calm you down.

Eventually your tears seemed to run out while you told them the entire story.

It took everything in the female Shiba to not turn the car around and find Rindou to run him over. How could he?!

Senju was already planning on stealing Sanzu's Katana and paying him a visit...

But you came first.

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Little did you know Rindou had sobered up a bit after throwing up all the alcohol and whatever drug was used on him. He frantically walked around his home trying to get you to answer at least one call, one text!

Little did he know that when you bumped into his brother, your phone fell out of your pocket and cracked as it cartwheeled down the stairs before being stepped on by some drunk dude. It still laid in Hanma's house, completely trashed..

Rindou could feel his eyes water. Your voicemail was now full of his messages, he's left about 100 texts...

Just one more time. He'll try one more time.

"Y/n... Please."

**The voicemail you have reached is currently full.**

He gritted his teeth and squeezed the damn thing.

"Please Y/n.. just please."

**The voicemail you have reached is currently fu--**

"FUCK!"

Ran walked in and dodged the flying device just in time. He looked at the small dent in the wall and the shattered phone before looking back at his brother.

Ran's never been heartbroken before. He doesn't even chase his liquor, let alone women. But seeing his brother like this made him never want to fall in love.

He wanted to say something along the lines of... "Get under another one? More fish in the sea?--" He didn't want to admit he was scared that he lost you too.. his sister.. the future mother of all his nieces and nephews..

Instead he walked up to ran who had slumped himself onto their couch. His head buried in his hands.

Rindou jumped when he felt Ran's hand on his shoulder. "Shit! What if shes trying to call me right now? Ran give me your phone."

The older Haitani shook his head. He knew you weren't trying to call...

"Rin, just give her some time to cool down--"

"Fuck you-- I'm gonna go to her hou--"

Ran pulled him back down. "Listen to me.. Just give her some time. Y/n isn't unreasonable when her mind is in the right place. Shell understand when we explain everything.-- Tell you what. In the morning we'll come up with an apology, along with the explanation. Get her some flowers, something shiney? You need rest and so dose she."

Rindou probably shouldn't have listened to Ran's advice. Don't get it wrong, it was good advice! But the problem is, Rindou's heartbreak was a little different than yours. The longer he waited, the more he thought you hated him. The more he thought you hated him, the more he became hesitant to knock on your door...

Would it be too late when he finally gave in because he missed you too much?

Flowers shaking in his hand from nerves. The chocolate you loved so much already ate because he found himself stress eating on the way here. The black box that held the bracelet you were saving up for gripped tight in his free hand, knuckles white, box crumbling in on itself from the pressure..

Sadly it wasn't you who answered the door....

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[thishouseisdangerous]

THAT'S JUST HOW IT GOES | R. HAITANI

♡ -> chapter one

summary: Loving once more was the woman's greatest fear, the heartbreak that she experienced from her first love had broken her down in ways that she never thought it would. But, why would the one who broke her into parts come back like a ghost. His own heart as destroyed as how he had left the woman's heart.

preview: "...“Lucky? No, that isn’t quite right.” Pearly whites shone as she smirked, “Big brother’s always have to protect their little sisters; make sure no mean men break them. You hide her pretty green eyes from all the nastiness that you do, all the murder you have committed, the fraud and gambling, the prostitution. She’s blind to what her brother does. What a stupid girl.”"

word count: 3k

content warning: blood, implied torture, use of 'whore', gun usage, murder, mentions of infidelity, stalking

note: ermmmmmmm...awkward moment when you break the heart of the only person you have ever loved and then you hate yourself for seven years bc of it?????? (god hes just like me) (he will continue to contradict himself for several chapters. hes so me.) OH sorry about the straight dive into bonten side of things, we return back to our beautiful queen next chapter. but enjoy!

-> prologue , chapter two

-> that's just how it goes masterlist

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Pale moonlight shone on the man’s vibrant hair as he rounded the corner, violet eyes landing on the abandoned warehouse. His legs moved slowly, his entire body dreading the interactions he was bound to have with the borderline psychotic man he had to call his colleague. 

Kicking at the dust on the ground, he rolled his eyes. Pure boredom already set in as he banged on the metal door, calloused hands being shoved in his coat pocket as he waited to be left into the building. He was impatient; the faster he was in, the faster he would be able to leave. 

Seconds passed before the door opened and he entered, glancing at the man who opened the door. His own brother was staring back at him, reading him. He had once been able to fully read him, back when the man had been a teenager with no cares in the world but now it was different. He had closed himself off to everyone, something that made his brother's blood burn in fury. 

Neither of them spoke as they walked further into the collapsing warehouse, the occasional look from the older one making the younger one slouch into himself more. No matter how much his older brother tried to smash down the wall that had been built, he remained icy. And he didn’t mind his outlook on life; he liked the cold. Grey skies were similar to his own mind; it was no wonder that every time his finger pulled the trigger of his gun, he didn’t even react to the blood splattering onto his suit.

The duo entered a larger room, the ground filthy with the viscera of the past victims that had failed to fit themselves into the secrecy of the organisation. Blood stains were the norm for everyone that they associated with. Many evenings of crisp white shirts were burnt due to the torture they inflicted on the ones that dared to ruin the empire that they had built. 

Violet eyes settled onto the middle of the room, merely glancing at the chosen victim of the evening as he watched crimson red drop steadily onto the concrete floor from the wooden chair. Their whimpering made the man realise the victim was a woman; she looked barely twenty-five. All fair skin and wide eyes, her terror enveloping her as her tears mixed in with the dirt that had started to cake her skin from every time her face hit the ground. The man tilted his head; he had seen her before, hanging off the arm of Sanzu with dazed eyes. One of the pink-haired man’s conquests had entered up being the pretty young wife of one of Bonten’s many enemies.

“Enough.” Takeomi’s voice cut through the sound of whimpering, his gloved hand grabbing the chin of the woman. “What did your husband expect to find? The perfect amount of evidence to take us down? When he knows he is as wanted as us.”

Whispering came from her tangled vocal cords, too quiet for even Takeomi to hear. His anger getting the best of him as he dug his nails into her chin and moved a cigarette millimetre from her face. Strangled noise came from her as she tried to pull away from the tight grip, but she was unsuccessful. Dull eyes met Takeomi as she sneered, “He knows all about your whore sister.”

“Don’t have siblings.” He calmly replied, but under the surface, a storm of uncertainty was brewing. A thin layer of sweat stuck to his forehead as he licked his lip, seeing the malicious look in the woman’s eyes as she mustered a painful grin.

“Are you sure?” She paused, leaning forward to get closer to his face as she echoed the name of someone that no one within the criminal organisation dared to utter when they were within the same room: “Fashion Designer, Hana Akashi. It was almost laughable how someone so influential was so deeply interlinked with a criminal organisation. Imagine it got out. Poor Hana loses everything that she worked so hard for, and she’s the one who goes down. Not you.”

Silence choked the room; the woman knew she had hit a nerve but she hadn’t known how deep the link truly went. It hadn’t just been Takeomi that had been caught out by his buried secret; it had been everyone in the room. Siblings, childhood friends, best friends, and a past lover—Hana was linked to all of them; others were more affected by the words than some; the darkness in their eyes was enough to show that.

“You have it wrong.” Takeomi managed to say, desperate to protect the one person he had failed from the day she was born. He had never been a perfect brother; he knew that. Sanzu was a constant reminder of that. He had failed as an older brother but he had tried to smear Hana’s existence out of his life and even that he failed.

“Am I?” She clicked her tongue, eyes falling onto the tailored suit the man was wearing. “That suit was from her F/W16 collection? Only fifty were made and you just happen to have one. Quite a coincidence, don’t you think? Especially when her suits are in constant demand.”

“I was lucky.”

“Lucky? No, that isn’t quite right.” Pearly whites shone as she smirked, “Big brother’s always have to protect their little sisters; make sure no mean men break them. You hide her pretty green eyes from all the nastiness that you do, all the murder you have committed, the fraud and gambling, the prostitution. She’s blind to what her brother does. What a stupid girl.”

A gunshot rang out through the room, and there was a pause before the woman screamed out in anguish. Her once malicious eyes returned back to the horrified state they were in before as she stared at the blood pouring from her thigh. Eyes shot back to Takeomi, who was standing with his mouth pressed together; she realised he wasn’t holding a gun. Searching around for who shot her, she saw the glint of the metallic handgun in the hand of a man with a blank expression in his facial features, except for his violet eyes.

Burning violet eye, full of fury and sadness. His hand moved slightly up, his finger slightly squeezing the trigger as he muttered, “Don’t talk about something you don’t even have the full information on. It’s pathetic.” And then another gunshot echoed through the warehouse; there wasn’t a scream this time as the woman’s body slumped forward into a heap. Her ravings being silenced by a mere bullet.

Rain splattered down onto his face from the areas of the roof that had caved in. He slowly blinked, tilting his head backwards to feel the cold droplets on his burning skin and then he turned on his heels, leaving the room and letting his colleagues deal with the fallout of his actions. Hands felt around in the pocket of his jacket as he searched for his packet of cigarettes, sliding one out of the box as he fiddled with the lighter. Desperate to feel the little bit of nicotine in his system, desperate to try and pretend that he hadn’t just lost it for the first time in seven years. 

With a shaken hand, he ran his hand through his hair. He had been haunted by Hana’s face for years. If it wasn’t her heartbroken face in his nightmares, then it was the billboards of her face plastered up all within the city. Lights from the billboards pointed on her face just to remind him what he had done and how disgusting he had been with her. Hana had been everything to him, and he had fucked it. Leaving two people with both equally broken hearts.

He had made an attempt to move on and started dating a pretty girl whose father was Yakuza. She understood what his job was—all the things he was doing when he wasn’t laid with her at night. Marriage hadn’t been a thought to him until his brother and two long-term friends mentioned it to him, and all of a sudden he was wearing a gold band and the pretty girl he was just dating was his wife. It seemed fine, until he found out what she was doing behind his back since they started dating; all the nights he hadn’t been home, she would bring strangers into his own bed all because she wanted was an easy fuck.

She hadn’t known that he knew; she still didn’t know he knew because he hadn’t cared because he had never loved her. Heart still unrepairable from the relationship that he had ended on his own accord. 

Rindou hated himself. How could he become so uncaring towards everyone except the one person he had chucked away his emotions for?

From the shadows stepped his brother, his expression weary as he called out to his younger brother, “Rindou.”

“Fuck off.” A reply came back, but the usual annoyance in his voice wasn't there. A hint of his teenage self desperately wanting to claw out was there and he knew Ran heard it.

“Talk to me.”

He most definitely didn’t want to talk. He didn’t even care about the clear concern that was written all over the older man. When his brother was concerned about him, it felt like a dozen knives digging into his back; he knew he couldn’t give the same concern back. It made him wonder why Ran stayed so persistent to keep holding on to a drowning soul.

Looking away from Ran, he flickered the cigarette to the ground. “What is there to say? I fucked up; I’ll take whatever punishment there is for it.”

“You know that's not what I meant.” Ran scoffed, long legs crossing the room in seconds as he forced his younger brother to look at him. “What I saw in there was the kid who did everything for the girl he loved. That was the same anger you had when you found out what those kids had done to her. That was my brother.”

“Am I not your brother anymore?” 

“Stop fucking changing the subject. Tell me the truth; what were you thinking?”

What was he thinking? His thoughts were melting into each other. All he could think of was Hana. Her sparkling green eyes, her pin straight blonde locks, and her smile lit up the darkest of rooms. She consumed him, and he didn't know how to stop it. Hana Akashi was a poison to him; he wanted to drink up again; he wanted to hear her voice, to touch her skin, to smell the flowery perfume that she never once changed in the years that they were together.

“I don't know.” He answered, breathing in as he hoped the answer would get his brother to drop the subject. But he knew his older brother, the brother who had stolen money to make sure Rindou was being fed, the brother who had carried him home even when he was in pain, the brother who had been the first person to tell him how stupid he had been to break Hana’s heart.

Ran didn't want to drop the subject; he wanted his brother to admit to the truth. “Don’t fucking lie to me. I know you; I have spent twenty-eight years knowing you. No matter how much you have tried to push me away in the last few years, I am still your brother.”

Silence.

Vexation appeared on Ran’s face, hands gripping his brother’s shoulders. Desperate eyes searched for any type of emotion in his younger brother’s face but there was nothing. Just the same dead look in his eyes that took over several years prior. Ran wanted to see his brother again, the brother who always had a teasing smile on his face. Not this version of his brother; he found this version of his brother almost like a stranger. 

“Please. Show me any sign that my little brother is still in there.” He begged, shaking the man slightly.

There was nothing. Just the same vacant expression. 

Hands slowly peeled away from the shoulders before the older one turned away, leaving his brother to stand and think about everything that had just happened. Ran knew that was the only attempt he was going to have to reach his brother in that moment and he had failed tremendously. He hated to admit it but it felt like he had lost a part of him. The two brothers used to do everything together and now it was difficult to even get a conversation out of Rindou.

Rindou watched as his brother walked away before reaching inside of his pocket to collect another cigarette. Shakily inhaling as he left the building, eyes glossy as he glanced up at the night’s scintillating eye as it cast down onto his drained face, illuminating the scars and dark under eyes. 

Violet eyes closed for a mere moment, thoughts of his brother flashing through his mind as he scoffed to himself. It had always been the charismatic duo of Roppongi, the Haitani brothers. Who could summon over a hundred men with a singular word? Now it was nothing like that; it wasn’t just two brothers having fun. It was two brothers who had gone down a dark path that they could never leave alive. Rindou knew that his brother could of been more; Ran had always had a dream to be a celebrity and now he was a man with power that could ruin families, not anything like the celebrity life he once dreamed of. Rindou remembered how Ran told Hana how he would be the only male model to be photographed in her designs, and at the time, Hana had laughed, agreeing with his words as she used him as a model for her university designs. 

Crossing the wide area of desolate land, he ignored the nagging words of his brother that replayed in his mind. He was quick to get into his car and drive away from the warehouse, knowing that he was going to awake to a plethora of texts from Takeomi insulting every single thing that was wrong with him. He couldn’t find it in him to care though; he had never cared about what Takeomi Akashi had thought about him.

The lights of Tokyo sparkled in his eyes as he drove with no destination in mind. He didn’t want to return to his loveless marriage at the moment; he just wanted some peace. Driving gave him some sort of peace. Just him and his car, his eyes watching the citizens of Tokyo go upon their mundane lives. Not knowing that an executive of the criminal organisation that was terrorising the city was watching them with close eyes. 

Stopping at a traffic light, he watched as groups of people crossed the road. Nothing about them seeing interesting. But then he saw her.

Hana Akashi crossed the street, clutching stacks of paper. Just as beautiful as the day that he had met her. Blonde hair shone under the lights, slightly swaying as she hurriedly crossed the road. Violet eyes watched her, trying to figure out her entire life. He did his best to avoid any news on her but he still saw the billboards of her all dolled up but this was a different side to her, the side that he had been used to. The free side of her that only ever focused on her fashion.

The light turned green, and he drove. Straight into the direction that Hana had walked, he was quick to park his car. Discreetly following her, making sure to keep his distance so she wouldn’t suspect anything. Several years ago, he would of run after her and wrapped his arms tightly around, laughing when she screamed out in terror. He couldn’t do that now; he had a feeling that if she ever saw him, then she would wish death on him. 

Turning around a corner, he watched as she entered an apartment staircase. He didn’t follow; he just watched as she climbed the stairs quickly and then slowed down when she got to the floor that Rindou assumed she lived on. A slight smile on his face as he watched her struggle to open the front door due to the papers in her hands. But the smile left his face when the door opened and a man’s face appeared, his mouth moving as he said something to Hana before moving to allow the woman to enter, the door slamming behind them.

Recognising the man, he tutted. He wanted to laugh that she had moved on but he couldn’t find it in him; nothing felt humorous about seeing Hana with someone that wasn’t him. Rindou wanted to pretend it wasn’t because he needed her, but he knew deep down that he wanted to smash the man’s face into a wall over and over for taking away the one person he had only truly cared for. It was pathetic that he was even jealous; he didn’t deserve to feel jealous when he had been the one to spit on Hana’s already broken heart. But that green monster was getting the best of him as he walked away from the apartment and back to his car, his skin crawling with anger as he drove to his apartment.

Anger he hadn’t felt in a long time; it hurt his head, making him feel like he was spiralling. If he asked his brother, then Ran would tell him that we were definitely spiralling, but he was able to speak to his brother about anything. He liked to be within his own mind, no  matter how much it was probably killing him.

Stopping his car, he stared at the towering building that was his so-called home; nothing about it felt homely and he rarely stayed there. But as he stared up at it, he had one goal in mind and that was to forget any thoughts of Hana and find some type of solace within someone who had to pretend that she loved him.

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[yourfavourslut]

Adopting Whore Woman : ̗̀➛ H. Rindou

summary: That night the whole life of y/n became miserable his client Kyoko offered to become the nanny of his daughter but when she arrived at the club she saw Rindou Haitani the handsome and rude jellyfish who shamelessly kissed her in front of many people.

CONTENT WARNING: noncon, possessiveness, humiliation, object penetration, cursing, mention of blood, crimes, death, mention of illegal gambling, virginity loss, cheating, explicit sexual content, detailed smut, traumatic events, fully angst, threesome (?), dark themes. This is a warning for each chapter of this story. MINOR DNI.

Chapter 3

7 PM "Y/n you are going to work?" I nod. "Yes, Rin for my family in the Philippines." "Okay, btw I have to go take care always darling mwuah." He kissed me in the forehead. "Why? I blushed! No, i don't like him! This is my job." The Bar Club "Sir? What's your drink?" And I'm shocked it's him! Sanzu Haruchiyo but I call him as "HARU" kinda cute. "H-haru?" He laughed and smirked. "Ow, Why are you here? For a job or to have sex with another guy for tuition fee haha." I feel annoyed. "I don't care loser! hahaha, your cock is smaller than Rindou!" He rolled his eyes and he stand up in the table. "Madam this girl i want her how much her?" My madam said. "Sir but this girl is singer in my club not a whore but how much?" I was shocked when madam she said that. "Hmm.. 4,000 yen?" My madam so happy for 4000 yen. "What ever i don't like him, he is loser!" He Whisper. "I'll show you my big dick." I laughed. "Are sure?what a stupid." They were about to Sanzu's Luxury Car. She was surprised when she saw Rindou with another woman on Lamborghini Car.

Rindou looked at Y/n because he saw her. Sanzu put Y/ n in his car and y/n asked where they were going, he replied that in Tokyo, Japan, they were there in Sanzu's penthouse for the whole night. "Baby, can you come with me to take a shower?" I nod. "Sure." Sanzu and Y/n got ready while wearing sleeping clothes, while they were in the shower, Sanzu first told Y/n to go to the bathtub and sit with him. at first the two were still feeling until Y/n fell asleep on Sanzu's chest. Sanzu looked at Y/n he was amazed because the nice shape of her breast and his a bit fat but Y/n was beautiful, Sanzu's type until. He whispered. "Are you ready or not?" "Can we just continue to the Master Bedroom?" He nod. "Sure baby I want to show you why i'm a king of crying girls." I laughed. "I don't care.""I'm sure you can't walk properly tomorrow i'm sure." As they walked up the stairs, Sanzu couldn't stop. He immediately lifted Y/n to the master bedroom and threw it and climbed up as if Sanzu was at the top and Y/n was at the bottom. "When I first saw you I wanted to fuck you, this night im feeling bless." I asked him why he wanted to fuck me. "You are beautiful." "Are you sure Haru?" He said. "I'm sure baby." Y/N POV: When he first kissed me on the lips go to my neck and down to my waist, I was immediately shaking just kissing what Sanzu did to me, he was different from Rin, he was even better, while he deeply kissed me his hand is in my pussy he wants to play with and he rotates his finger on my pussy wft I'm wet. When I came out, Sanzu licked my pussy. he played with his tongue my pussy up and down I'm very tired because of the excessive lust. He's even better than Rindou. When he finished playing with my pussy, Sanzu stood up. "Baby, Put your toe on my shoulder, Promise I'll be gentle." I nod. "What f*cking a big-" I screamed because Sanzu was when he inserted his cock in my pussy and I have a bad feeling that I won't be able to walk tomorrow.

"You said that you wouldn't be surprised by the school because of the pain and then I scratched you." He laughed. "Sorry baby, Does it still hurt? If I continue, it won't hurt anymore." I nod. "I'm ready now Haru."While he was taking his cock out of my pussy, it was very painful because his cock was so big that it was even bigger than Rindou's cock. I screamed every time his cock came in because it was so big that I hugged him and said the word "I love you." "I can't hear you baby, what did you say?" I screamed again. "I love you! A-hh I-im c-comi-ng b-baby! O-hh... A~aahh ouch f*ck my pussy it's hurts..Stop it a~hhh shi~t A~hhh baby...I like you Haru." He smiles. "Hmm... You like me?but your boyfriend is Rindou not me." He continues to fuck me. "I'm cumming Y/n say AHHHHH." I immediately gasped when Sanzu said that. He swallowed his semen on me and it was disgusting but it was necessary because it was my job to make my client happy."f*ck baby you're good enough i hope you are my girlfriend." He smiles and he kiss me on my lips. "But i'm worry about me, what if he torturing me or try to kill me? I feel nervous." He smile again. "No one can hurt you." I smile. I don't know why I feel this way about Sanzu, He's so kind to me he even managed to make me happy tonight. We fell asleep of course we were both naked and the next day I woke up but Haru was no longer beside me I couldn't walk properly I sat on the sofa and I saw Sanzu wearing only a shirt and boxer shorts while preparing breakfast. "Oh, you are awake. here breakfast its almost done." I immediately sat down and stood next to him, I couldn't focus on my food but i look at his lips I was just surprised that I kissed him on the lips. "Why did you kiss me, we haven't finished eating yet." This is embarrassing ever in my life. "hahaha bleh, Are you going to school now?""Yep, So I'm coming in because we have a group research project, I hope we can be a group mate." He kissed me again on my forehead and i smiles and the breakfast was resumed.

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[izanacore]

stuck with u | ran haitani x reader

one-shot 𓂃⋆.˚

synopsis: when y/n gets stuck under the bed, she calls ran for help—only to end up in a situation far more compromising. ran, ever the opportunist, doesn’t hold back, turning a simple favor into something much more sinful.

characters: ran haitani, fem!reader, rindou haitani

warnings: smut (18+), stuckage, coercion, non-consensual sex (non-con), dubious consent (dub-con), manipulation, rough sex, breeding, baby trapping, unprotected sex, filming without consent, humiliation, degradation, objectification, slapping, spitting, cum play, infidelity, voyeurism, gaslighting

notes: bonten ran haitani. dark content—so there are themes that might be uncomfortable to read. please read at your own risk. mdni.

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rindou brought y/n home, pushing the door open without much thought. he assumed no one was around—until he spotted ran lounging on the couch, staring straight at them.

they had been kissing.

y/n immediately stiffened, and rindou awkwardly cleared his throat before nodding at his brother. “yo.”

ran raised a brow but said nothing, watching as rindou grabbed y/n’s wrist and led her upstairs to his room.

“just stay here. i’m gonna go grab us some food outside for dinner.”

y/n nodded obediently. “okay.”

with that, rindou kissed y/n on the forehead and left.

a few minutes passed. then a few more.

y/n was already getting bored when her phone lit up with a message.

rindou: something came up. i’ll be home later than expected.

y/n: alright, baby. be safe.

she sighed, tossing her phone aside. a few hours of waiting, and now she was really bored. deciding she might as well nap, she reached up to remove her jewelry, setting each piece down—until one of her earrings slipped from her fingers and rolled under the bed.

y/n froze.

shit.

that was rindou’s gift to her. she could not lose it.

without hesitation, she got down on the floor, reaching for it. it was far—just barely out of reach. y/n stretched her arm further, fingers grazing the small piece before she finally grabbed it.

“yes!” she whispered in triumph.

but as she tried to pull herself back, she realized something.

she wasn’t moving.

her hips were stuck.

y/n blinked. then, she tried again, wiggling her body. nothing.

“…fuck,” she muttered.

“rindou!” she called. “help!!”

silence.

then she remembered—he had gone out.

she groaned, dropping her forehead against the floor. there was no way she was staying like this until later. as humiliating as this was, she only had one option left.

“…ran!?”

nothing.

she tried again, louder. “ran! can you help me, please?!”

no answer.

y/n squeezed her eyes shut before shouting, “ran, please! i’m stuck in here, can you help me out?!”

finally, she heard the door creak open.

ran’s voice came from behind her, flat and unimpressed. “what is it this time?”

but the second his eyes landed on her, his expression changed.

his brows shot up, gaze locking onto the very obvious problem—y/n’s dress had ridden up, exposing her panties.

y/n, still clueless, sighed in relief. “can you help me out? i’m stuck.”

ran exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. “why the hell are you stuck in the first place?”

she heard him moving closer.

y/n groaned, her cheek squished against the floor. “i was looking for my earring, okay? i dropped it earlier, and it rolled under the bed. when i tried to reach for it, i kinda… slid in too far.”

ran hummed, placing a hand on her back. “and then what? your tiny brain didn’t think about backing out before getting stuck?”

“i was backing out!” she snapped. “but my foot got caught on the stupid blanket, and now my hips won’t budge.”

there was a beat of silence.

then, ran snickered.

“…so what you’re saying is—you got your ass stuck?”

y/n’s eye twitched.

“ran, just pull me out already, please.”

ran placed both hands firmly on y/n’s hips, gripping them as he started pulling her out. he tugged hard, trying to free her, but with every pull, her core pressed against his cock—repeatedly.

his jaw clenched.

“stay still.”

y/n obediently stopped moving.

was it weird? she could feel his hands gripping her ass. maybe he was just steadying her or something?

then, without thinking, she shifted her hips slightly.

ran sucked in a breath. “can you relax? i’m trying to get you out of here.”

y/n exhaled, nodding. but something still felt… off. there was a rhythm to it now—the way ran was pulling her, the way her core kept pressing against his lower half. she paid no mind. maybe he really was just trying his best.

then, she felt something else.

her panties were being slid down.

y/n froze.

a strange nervousness crept into her chest. what was happening? but she didn’t question it—it was ran, after all. rindou’s brother. she trusted him.

then—

a warm, wet sensation dripped down her core.

y/n stiffened.

did he just spit—

she swore she heard—

“ran?” she called, voice hesitant. “c-can you just pull me out now?”

“yeah,” he muttered, almost distracted. “just a little more.”

she heard a shift behind her. something was different.

why did it feel cold down there?

“ran??” y/n tried again, this time more nervous.

but her words fell on deaf ears.

because ran—who was supposed to be pulling her out—was now licking her pussy, dragging his tongue up and down, eating her out.

“ran??? what are you doing???”

y/n’s voice was laced with confusion, her body tensing up as she felt something warm and wet glide against her core. she didn’t want to believe it—there was no way ran was actually doing what she thought he was doing.

but the way her body shuddered at the sensation told her otherwise.

“ran, can you help me out now, please?” she tried again, her voice shaking slightly as she attempted to move—only to accidentally press herself closer against his face.

ran groaned, hands tightening around her hips. “shut the fuck up, i’m busy.”

y/n gasped when he groped her ass, fingers digging into her flesh as he spread her apart.

“ran, please, stop…” she whined.

he chuckled, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh.

y/n’s breath hitched. she should be stopping him, but for some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to move. the sensation was too good, it was confusing her. and when she finally opened her mouth to say something, she felt it—she felt something thick and warm pressing against her entrance.

“ran—“ her words died in her throat as he pushed in, stretching her open with ease.

“fuck. your pussy is so fucking tight,” ran groaned, his grip on her hips tightening. “rindou doesn’t fuck you enough, huh?”

skin met skin, the sound of his hips snapping against hers echoing in the room.

“ran, please… rindou might get mad.”

he whispered, “don’t be a killjoy, baby. i’m just starting to have my fun.”

a sharp slap landed on her ass, making her yelp.

“stay still,” he murmured. “wanna give my brother a little souvenir.”

ran took out his phone, tilting it down to capture how his cock disappeared into her core.

“don’t move too much,” he muttered, smirking as another slap landed on her.

y/n gasped at his words, but any protest melted into a moan as ran thrust into her harder, his grip tightening on her hips.

“fuck, ran…” she whimpered, her wet cheek still pressed against the floor. she had been crying at the fact rindou’s brother was using her for pleasure.

ran chuckled, “look at you. moaning my name instead of your boyfriend’s. you like getting fucked by his brother? you really are a slut, huh?”

her walls fluttered around him, and she barely managed a response, too lost in the pleasure.

“ran, too much—please, slow down,” she gasped.

“you don’t get to decide that,” he muttered darkly, snapping his hips harder just to prove his point.

her fingers curled against the floor, her moans getting louder. ran was relentless, fucking her deeper, chasing his own high as her body trembled beneath him.

“ugh, ran, fuck! fuck!” she cried out, back arching as she teetered on the edge.

“that’s it, slut. moan for me,” he growled. “let rindou hear how good i’m fucking you.”

her body tightened, pleasure surging through her veins as she stuttered, “r-ran… ugh—”

his thrusts grew sloppier, more erratic. “i can feel you clenching around me,” he groaned. “you’re cumming, aren’t you?”

y/n didn’t mutter a response. instead, she just cried and moaned—not sure about what she’s feeling as both pain and pleasure coursed all over her body.

ran cursed under his breath, his grip bruising as he pounded into her, chasing his release. her walls squeezed him tight, drawing a deep moan from his lips.

“what a fucking slut,” he muttered, his movements growing rougher, hungrier, as he fucked her through her orgasm, ready to reach his own.

”gonna cum… fuck—your pussy is so good. that’s why my brother is obsessed with you, huh? because of this pretty pussy?”

“too bad. i own it now.”

“ran…” y/n called him out.

“what?!”

“please don’t… cum inside…” y/n begged him, tears streaming down her face.

“don’t tell me what to fucking do,” ran snapped.

and then a few more thrusts.

“shit, ugh…”

ran spilled inside her despite y/n’s desperate pleas to stop him. ran stilled for a few seconds before finally pulling out, still recording the way his release spilled from her, making a mess between her thighs. with a low chuckle, he pushed whatever was dripping back inside, his fingers teasing as he murmured, “can’t waste any, huh? damn, i came too much.”

ran smirked as he stopped the video, snapping a few more pictures of the mess he made—her pussy full of his cum. without a second thought, he sent the pictures and video straight to rindou.

ran: got u a present ;)

rindou: ?

[ran sent a photo]

rindou: tf?

rindou didn’t recognize who was in the photo at first. sure, he and his brother exchanged porn videos and nude pics of girls to jerk off—it wasn’t anything new.

ran: a jerk off material for u tonight

[ran sent a video]

thank god his volume wasn’t on full blast—he was in public.

rindou watched the video, his brows furrowing. then, he noticed it. that dress. y/n was wearing that earlier, right? no. it couldn’t be. ran wouldn’t do that. he was cruel, sure, but not to him.

his hands trembled. his breath came uneven.

he couldn’t believe it. ran just fucked his girlfriend.

rindou: you fucking bastard. i will kill you!!!

ran: no “thank u, bro” ?

rindou: fuck YOU.

but in all honesty, rin couldn’t hide the fact that he got hard by just watching his brother fuck his girlfriend—so he went to the nearest bathroom stall for a release. it’s sick. he knows—but he can’t do anything about it anymore. it already happened. so he’ll just jerk off the frustrations away using the video ran sent to him. after all, that was his present. might as well use it.

[hai7ani]

Continuation ⚕ Main masterlist | cw bonten universe, smut, prostitution/sex work, murder, mdni

愛的最高境界是心疼

i.

Rindou is gentle with you today.

He always is, though 一 he never goes too far with you even in bed. He never treats you less than a human. He says one thing the night before, make you overwork yourself like the Daddy he is, and the next morning you'll find a few extra digits than what was originally promised sitting pretty in your bank account. Rindou is always gentle and generous with you.

His hands are sweet and sticky as they latch onto your skin, never letting go off your arms while he wipes you down gently in the bath. He rubs your cheek with wet thumbs and combs your hair with so much care in the world. He has never once tugged on them as harshly as the man did; never once hit you for pleasure in his own bed. Never. Maybe a few spanks on your ass here and there as a little foreplay or when you're being a tease, but he never hits you.

Rindou is so gentle with you.

"How's your throat?" He asks. Your bubble pops and you look at him dazed. "Still hurts?" He reaches a hand up to check on your skin. You move your neck away before his hands can reach you 一 almost as if you're scared.

He feels a foreign ache creep up his chest. His heart palpitates weirdly behind his bones. Your pupils dilate and you hide your neck with your arms. You shiver despite the warm water engulfing your body.

You are so frightened.

"I-" You swallow, feeling the sour ache going down your throat and you rub on your neck unconsciously, eyes squinting as you wait for the pain to pass. "I'm fine." Your voice is hoarse, very deep and broken, and he almost didn't hear you.

"The doctor's waiting out front. Want him to check?" He doesn't buy into your white lie at all. It's obvious it still hurts a lot and you won't let him touch you, or even see you. But you nod anyway and his shoulders relaxes a little.

ii.

"You're fucking insane!" Kokonoi is furious when Rindou waltzes into the room. "Blowing off a multi-million dollar deal for a whore, you're fucking nuts, Rindou!"

Mario Ricci is tied up against a wall, mouth stuffed with a bloody rag cloth as he struggles against the tight ropes wrapped around his figure.

"Yet you didn't proceed with it?" He questions in a sarcastic tone, an eyebrow raised and Kokonoi scoffs. "How could I? Gotta let these bastards know Bonten can't be fucked with. If I let him go more people will do it again."

Kakucho clicks his tongue from where he seats, next to Takeomi who is busy rolling up a blunt. "The deal is off the table now. No point arguing. We'll kill this guy and move on to the next. Keep everything quiet."

He stands, calves pushing against the heavy chair and it screeches loudly, sharply, against the concrete floor.

"But what about you?" His voice is low and dark when he addresses Rindou. He stares him dead in the eye.

"You're the reason why we have no deal. What are you going to do about it?"

The air is humid with Kakucho's anger 一 everyone in the room knows that much. For once, Sanzu is silent. He does not mess with his weapons loudly nor does he make a noise to pitch in his idea. Mochi's eyes are bright and sharp from where they burn holes into Rindou's back 一 he can feel the sting already. Ran is leaning against the wall behind Rindou while he plays with his set of keys in his pockets.

But Rindou remains stoic from his position. He is not afraid of Kakucho at all. He eyes the gun on the table next to him and snatches it off, soon realising that it belongs to Kakucho himself.

"I'll kill him, since that's what you want."

He aims for Mario's neck in one swift motion upon loading the gun. He sees the shimmer of desperation in his orbs, and he struggles to escape even further. His voice is muffled against the cloth shoved deep into his mouth but Rindou still hears him clearly.

"Please don't kill me."

"You're a fucking moron." And he pulls the trigger.

iii.

Rindou returns to his quarters very late into the night. You're still up at this hour despite having taken heavy meds a couple of hours ago, when he'd monitor you swallow the pills with an immense amount of pain in your throat.

He finds you in his kitchen scavenging through the cabinets and fridge for a little something to eat, like a sneaky little alley cat. His penthouse is ice cold, the servants have taken their leave long ago, and he dismisses Tsuji, his trusted right-hand, with a wave and an assuring nod.

Your sleeping gown (one that he got for you as a gift) hugs your curves beautifully under the white fluffy cardigan you like to keep yourself warm with.

He watches in silence, hiding behind a wall as you simply be yourself, alone, away from the eyes of just anyone at all. You give up scurrying for seasoning after a while, settling for the bowl of plain white porridge a servant had prepared for you earlier.

Rindou watches as you lean against the countertop and play with your feet, crack your toes out of habit, hum a soft melody, as you slowly eat your food. It's endearing to see you like this. You're quiet, you're calm, but you're alone and you're by yourself 一 and a smile nobody has ever seen him do stretches across his lips when you put down the bowl to do a little twirl. Your humming gets louder and he recognises the tune shortly 一 one that you have always liked playing on the piano sitting in his massive living room.

You're a slut, but you're also just a girl.

iv.

Rindou is still so gentle tonight when he wraps you in a thick blanket and smoothing a warm hand down the back of your head. Your scalp is still sore, so he doesn't run his fingers through your locks this time.

You're almost asleep when he makes a noise. Low, but comforting. His chest vibrates against your cheek.

"Do you want to leave?"

You're confused by his question. "Where?" You move your head away from his chest and look at him 一 eyes clouded with sleep, and you blink twice to see him properly again under the moonlight. The windows are closed but he left the curtains open. He likes doing that a lot.

"Follow another man, pleasure him instead. Or just leave, find something else to do. Pick one. I'm giving you a chance to live."

His voice is stern and this is how he chooses to start the conversation 一 by threatening to kill you if you do not make a choice right now. He is sudden and he is stubborn.

It's not like you want to, anyway. You're not afraid of him.

"No." You frown. "I want to stay here, with you."

He is nonchalant at your response, and you look like you're about to cry.

He does not respond or react.

"Are you giving me away?" You push.

Rindou finally lets out a breath he did not know he was holding in when the first tear finally rolls off your rosy cheek. "Please don't give me away. I'll be good, even more better for you. Today was a mistake. I didn't know anyone would be there. I was waiting for you to come."

He hates that you're blaming yourself for what happened to you earlier.

He hates that you're downplaying your trauma just to amuse him and make himself feel better, a little trick you had learned to use during your time while working in this industry.

He isn't enlightened, not at all 一 because he knows exactly what you're doing.

He'd ended the life of the man who'd put you in pain, but it does not mean that killing Mario Ricci would take the pain away from you.

The foreign ache from earlier has not once subsided from his chest. It remains, sometimes growing even more suffocating and frustrating. Like when he had to sit through the meeting hearing Kokonoi and Kakucho 一 mostly Kokonoi because he was at the scene, and he is still very unsatisfied with Rindou's behaviour 一 going back and forth about getting rid of you like you're just some giveaway slut because they claim he is being distracted from the real job at hand, while his eyes are constantly flickering between the two who are shoving accusing fingers in his face and the leash that Mario Ricci had tied you in sitting at the corner of the room.

You have managed to engrave yourself in all parts of his heart 一 every little nook and cranny, you are there.

The girl he's tried sleeping with earlier to make himself feel a little less bad about having to kill you as an apology to Mikey, doesn't feel the same. He keeps telling himself that you are just like any other girl from the many who are working under Bonten's establishments.

Yet the second he pushes in, he pulls out, away, and he leaves. He throws her a stack of cash anyway and makes his way back immediately.

Because she isn't you. She does not look at him like you do. To her, he is just like any other rich man paying her for quick pleasure. To you, he is everything gentle and soft and warm.

You have managed to capture his attention the first few nights you've spent together 一 two years ago, as a temporary replacement for the girl he had originally booked for that night.

And then he keeps coming back. Again and again for two whole years, and now you're looking at him like he'd just broken your heart. His heart beats wildly in his chest and he ushers for you to come closer to him.

The way you would hold onto him while he drills into you frustrates him. He likes that you always let him have his way in bed, but manages to make him cater to your likes in the end every single time, and he has to remind himself that he is the one paying for your services, but he never cares, because it's you. He puts an extra zero when transferring funds into your account and he handpicks your gifts. Your eyes are always so glossy and full of hearts when they'd gaze into his purples. Your mewls are always so sweet and only for his ears when you'd try to moan quietly even when you're alone in his lonely, freezing penthouse.

And you won’t fucking leave him.

You're a gentle, quiet girl, and you make him want to be gentle and quiet with you too.

You straddle him and pin him to the bed. You want him to take you seriously this time. "I am yours." You try to make yourself sound stern but your lips end up pouty and red and hot tears are dripping on his face.

He tried to, really. He really wants to take you seriously. But the collar of your dress is low and your milky breasts are showing. Your lips are so kissable and he folds.

He presses one hand down your back and guides your upper body closer to him.

"You don't wanna leave?" He asks, rhetorically. His voice is muffled when he buries his face in your mounds to kiss and suck on your tits. He sneaks a hand up under your dress to fondle with them, to grope your soft flesh and listen to you whine like an angel on his lap.

"Don't wanna." You pout.

He reaches under your dress to rub a sweet thumb on your clit 一 messy figure-eights and sticky circles, pressing down just the way you like it 一 through the thin fabric of your panties and watch as you unfold so beautifully before his eyes.

His favourite, pretty girl.

His heart starts beating normally again. It hasn't beaten like this for a very long time 一 not since he was a teen.

Haitani Rindou wonders just when did he ever lose the ability to love.

"You'll be my liability now."

[mdsbabygirl]

“IF HE CHEATING I'M DOING HIM WORSE”

🌶️SMUT⚠️MDNI🔞

Pairing: Sanzu Haruchiyo x  fem!reader x Haitani brothers

Synopsis: when your bf sanzu Haruchiyo cheats on you w another bitch, you decide to get back at him by fucking his co-mobsters.. cuz you don't care, he did it first...

Wc: 3,5k

Cw: cheater¡Bonten!Sanzu, cheater!reader, Bonten!Ran, Bonten!Rindou, sanzu was your bf, Sanzu is a bitch NGL, reader is a bit bitchy and vengeful, the bros are overly flirty perverted assholes, vulgar language, heavy smut, threesome, double penetration, nipple play, clit play, BJs, sex tape, a bit of exhibitionism, facials, creampie, slight degradation (slut, whore), uses of pet names(doll, princess..), etc.

Lil note: so sorry for the sanzu stans, I luv my Haru as much as y'all do but I had to .. I HAD TO MAKE HIM A BITCH LOL

"Oh fuck you're so tight -" he moaned In the dead of night, as he thrusted inside you with a fierce, wild passion. The room was engulfed in lust-filled darkness, the only light coming from the flickering streetlights outside.

"Mm, more, Haru... Don't stop," you moaned, as his relentless pursuit of his own high carried both of you towards your imminent climax. His face was a picture of pure desire, his  eyebrows scrunched and mouth open agape as he gasped for air. His strong, muscular arms wrapped around you, pulling you close as he continued to pound into you with an insatiable hunger.

But as he chased his high, something inside you started to feel off. Your pleasure, once all-consuming, now seemed distant and muted, leaving you wanting, unsatisfied, even a bit drained.

A bead of sweat dripped down Haruchiyo's temple as he grunted, a deep groan rumbling in his chest. The intensity of his thrusts was growing, and in a flash, he came inside you. Wave after wave of hot, sticky release coated the insides of your cunt, and you could only watch, a mixture of pleasure and unease curling in the pit of your stomach.

Moments later, you followed, your orgasm finally reaching the surface. But instead of the heady, satisfying bliss you'd grown accustomed to, the climax felt like a hollow echo.

As you came down from your high, you couldn't help but question the change in your passion. You'd been together for months, but tonight, the fire in you seemed to have dimmed.

He slowly pulled out, letting his tired body fall beside you, his chest heaving up and down with each breath he was taking. He didn't even look at you, he just turned to his side and quickly fell asleep..

That was surely weird asf.. he'd usually snuggle against you, cuddle you and tell you how amazing you were and how happy you make him feel.. but lately, he's been cold and distant, not giving you the attention you craved for, and today you felt overjoyed when he initiated intimacy for the first time in weeks..

You were euphoric when he asked you to ‘make love’ to him..  all those gut wrenching scenarios of him not loving you anymore or even cheating on you fading away in mere seconds. But.. let's be honest.. it didn't feel that good, maybe it's because you forgot how it felt or maybe he was tired and thus this wasn't his best performance or maybe... You fell out of love?

You sighed, pushing away those taunting thoughts and deciding to go to sleep. You'll confront him tomorrow about this, now you're both—he was— way too tired to talk this out.

Beep.. you heard a notification. You opened your eyes wondering who could be messaging you at this time of night . But it wasn't your phone, it was Sanzu's.. assuming it was his fellow gang members, you didn't want to invade his privacy so u just went back to sleep..

Beep..beep.. beep beep beep

Ok now you were really starting to get irritated. Not only was your bf's performance awful, but you also couldn't sleep cuz his phone was beeping like crazy.. "wtf could these fuckers want?" You mumbled softly, as you reached for Sanzu's phone and opened to see the messages.

Sanzu I miss you already

Can't wait to have you back in my bed

I'm so needy for you daddy

Sanzu I'm touching myself thinking ab you

Your jaw dropped as you read those messages. Who was the bitch who sent them? And why was she texting YOUR BF in the dead of night? You were FUMING with rage  already, the last straw  being a nude Pic of some girl fingering herself.

So.. it was all a lie.. all those times Sanzu told you he loved you and cared for you.. it was all an illusion. All the times he'd ignore your calls, refuse to hang out with you under the pretext of being  too tired or having plans w the gang, he was out there doing some other bitch..

Saying you felt betrayed and angry was an understatement.. the world shattered around you as a sense of betrayal consumed you in a heartbeat. The surging rage inside you, made you think about how to actually murder your cheating bf and how to get away with it .. but let's be honest, you'd face serious consequences if you did that, so instead you'll just stick to revenge.. cuz Vendetta sounds hotter than murder.

You scowled, looking at his sleeping form, disgusted by his audacity of fucking you after sticking his dick in some stupid cheap whore he probably found in their clubs .. THE CLUB! THAT'S HOW YOU WERE GOING TO GET REVENGE ON HIM!! You're going to dress real slutty, go to the club and.. FUCK THE TWO PERSONS HE COULDN'T STAND THE MOST.. THE HAITANI BROTHERS... that's your revenge plan.

You quickly went to get ready, careful not to wake him up. You did your hair, put on your fav makeup, and wore the sluttiest most gorgeous dress you owned, then headed out of your shared apartment and took a cab for the club.

On your way there you texted Ran, asking if he was there with his brother to which he affirmed.. he still asked you why were you looking for them out of the blue, but u dismissed everything saying you just wanted to catch up.. pfft, nah u just wanted to fuck them, but u liked being mysterious.

Once you arrived there, you saw Ran waiting for you in front of the entrance, smoking a cigarette. His lips curled in his usual cocky grin when he saw you, taking one last drag out of his cigarettes before throwing it down, stepping on it and blowing out the smoke. "Long time no see y/n! Where's your asshole bf?" He chucked as he greeted you, his greedy eyes scanning you up and down before quickly fixating on your plump tits.

"Yeah it's been a while..and about him ..." You responded in a sultry, intoxicating voice, but as you were about to finish, Rindou suddenly joined you. "Ran, where tf did you go? Oh, hi y/n!" The younger one said annoyed at his brother before turning to greet you.

"Oh yk, I just got out to smoke this cig .. and talk to this pretty lady right here!" He said smugly, gesturing to you as he looked you flirtatiously, his cocky smirk never fading from his face.

Meanwhile, his younger brother was unimpressed with his brother's flirting methods. He just rolled his eyes, before smacking his arm, reminding him you were taken, "dumbass she's dating Sanzu. I don't think you need anymore trouble with that mf" he spoke in a bored tone.

"As if I was afraid o-" "we're not together anymore!" You cut Ran off, dropping this bombshell on them so nonchalantly. The way you sounded so cocky, almost proud of yourself made the two turn their head at you, their eyes wide open as they tried to process what they've just heard..

"Really? You guys aren't together anymore?" Rindou asked, "why?" Ran added.. you just chuckled in a slutty way, making your way in the club, your hips swaying so gracefully with each of your steps before you turned your head to face them, bending over ever so slightly just to let them get a glimpse of your red laced thong.. "get in! I'll let y'all know everything after you'll serve me the best tequila you have here!" You giggled before entering the VIP section..

A few drinks in, you started telling them ab this whole mess of a situation, all giggly and cunty as the alcohol started to get the best of you. "And that's how I found out my asshole bf is a cheater! Hahaha" you laughed as you sipped your now fourth shot of tequila.

The brothers were sitting on either of your sides, both chuckling with you, feeling amused by your story, and the way you were shitting on Sanzu.. it was hilarious for them. but honestly, your words weren't the only captivating thing ab you that night. That form-fitting tube dress really did accentuate your curves magnificently, showcasing your perfectly rounded hips and supple, full buttocks while enhancing your breasts.

You could already see the tent in their pants, their hard ons feeling so constricted from the tight fabric. You smirked, knowing damn well you were on the right path. "whatcha' looking at down there?" You heard Rindou say, his suave voice pulling you out of your thoughts. "oh, a lot of things.." you spoke seductively, your sultry voice drawing them in with a siren's allure.

Ran chuckled at your response, his hand coming to rest on your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh before turning his gaze to you, "yk.. if we were your bfs, we wouldn't have done such thing to you!" He spoke, his voice so husky and hot that it send tingles of excitement down to your little clit .. he smirked devilishly to Rindou, who wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you closer to him, and whispering lowly into your ear, "oh no no no .. we'd treat you like the princess you are!" "Or like the slut you wanna be!" Ran added, his breath feeling hot against your skin, as he too whispered in your ear, making the little hairs on the back of your neck stand and your mind wander.

***TIME SKIP***

As you lay on the bed, your heart racing with  anticipation, Ran positioned himself beside your head, while Rindou knelt between your trembling thighs. With a wicked glint in his eyes, Ran shoved his rock-hard cock past your lips, the warm, wet heat of your mouth enveloping his throbbing length.

Simultaneously, Rindou's skilled tongue began its work, plunging into your slick, wet folds, swirling and lapping at your clit. The dual assault on your senses was enough to make you gag on Ran's cock, the overwhelming sensations of his girth combined with Rindou's relentless tongue driving you to the edge of blissful, mind-numbing ecstasy.

Ran's cocky demeanor, only served to heighten your arousal. He gripped the back of your head, thrusting his manhood further down your throat as he growled in satisfaction. "Mhmm.. fuck your throat's amazing ahh"

Rindou, on the other hand, watched you with predatory hunger as he feasted on your wet, aching flesh. "Your pussy is fucking wet, haha. Thinking I've just gotten started" he chuckled smugly.

His fingers splayed on the soft curves of your ass, as his digits sensually massaged your backdoor hole, rubbing in all that slick to make it extra slippery.

Your body shook with each of Ran's powerful thrusts, a guttural moan escaping his lips, as your throat clenched around his hard dick. "Fuck doll, your so goddamn tight shit ..." He grunted through gritted teeth.

Your back arched involuntarily as Rindou's finger delved into your anus, the pressure and sensation sending electric sparks of pleasure coursing through your entire body. Your breath hitched as his skilled fingers teased your sensitive rosette, while Ran's thrusts grew more intense, each one a testament to the animalistic hunger that raged within him.

Sweat dripped down your temples as your mind whirred, your body on the precipice of shattering under the unrelenting, merciless onslaught of pleasure.

Rindou's fingering was enough to push you over the edge, a deafening, orgasmic cry escaping your lips as your core clenched and released in a mind-shattering climax. "Fucking cum in my mouth princess!" His moan muffled by his continuous lapping at your folds, trying to drink up all your sweet juices oozing outra your Cunt.

Ran chuckled at your reaction, withdrawing from your mouth, a  smirk playing on his lips. Rindou, having claimed his own satisfaction, pulled his fingers from your quivering ass and leaned in to kiss your swollen, slick lips. "You're in for a long night!" Rindou said, his voice tinged with malice, "we're not done with you yet little whore" added Ran in a smug tone, lowering his head to press his lips on yours, capturing them in a hungry fiery kiss that reflected his lustful need for your body..

"Flip her over Rindou, I need to fuck her!" He turned to his brother, both of them smirking, knowing they'll ruin you for good tonight.

An idea suddenly came to the younger one's mind, a wicked grin appearing in his face. His older brother caught onto his expression.. "Aniki.. what if we film this.. yk to remember this moment!" He spoke, his gaze fixed upon you as you lay, exhausted and spent, upon the bed. Ran chuckled, very much enjoying his idea. "And that's why you're the best lil bro!" He patted his shoulder.

With the phones set up to capture every detail of your sinful desires, Ran and Rindou wasted no time in maneuvering you into position. Gently, but with urgency, they flipped you onto your hands and knees, your ass presented and your head dangling down.

Rindou, the more muscular of the two, positioned himself behind you, his strong arms wrapping around your chest as he lined up his cock with your tight entrance. As he began to thrust into you from behind, you could feel the thickness of his girth stretching you wide, the sensation of his well-defined pecs and sculpted arms brushing against your back with each powerful thrust.

Meanwhile, Ran, the lanky one, took up position between your legs, his cock already coated in your saliva, ready to invade your dripping cunt. He teased your quivering clit and swollen, his fingertips dancing around it as his shaft rubbed against your swollen labia, eliciting breathless gasps from you.

Once he had your cunt dripping wet, he slid inside, burying his rock-hard length to the hilt, your inner walls clenching around his girth like a velvet vice. "Oh shit, that feels goddamn good" he groaned, his gaze lowering to where you were greedily sucking him in.

The twin sensations of their cocks, one thick and veiny, the other long and lean, filled you, stretching you beyond your wildest dreams, leaving you to moan and squirm beneath their masterful touch.

Both men took turns on you, their skilled hands roamed your body, pinching, pulling and massaging your erect nipples into throbbing peaks. Rindou would tug at one while Ran sucked the other, the erotic mix of sensations sending shivers down your spine. You arched your back in response, begging for more, their cocks filling you with an intensity you never knew existed.

Ran's tempo grew faster and his cock dug deeper into your cunt with each thrust. In contrast, Rindou's slow, deliberate strokes from behind created a perfect rhythm, your cunt and ass being filled with a perfect balance of control and fervor.

Their animalistic grunts and your increasingly frantic whimpers filled the room, the sound of their flesh smacking against yours a sensual chorus. Your body, pushed to the very edge, was at their mercy, your mind drowning in pleasure as you teetered on the precipice of orgasm.

The pressure was unbearable, and you knew that release was imminent. As Rindou's powerful hands clamped onto your hips, pulling you back onto his thick cock with an unrestrained ferocity, Ran bit down on your neck, hard, leaving a stinging hickey.

It was then that the crescendo hit you like a freight train. "ungghhh.. ungghhh.. r-rindouuu.. Raaaan.. ahhh fuck it's too much I'm cumming!" You cried out, your body convulsing in the most intense orgasm you'd ever experienced, your pussy milking Ran's cock, and your ass clenching around Rindou's as they continued to fuck you relentlessly.

"Fuck I'm close.. ahh fuck" Rindou grunted, his grip on your waist tightening to the point of bruising you. Ran grinned, his thrown back head coming down to look at your disheveled state, hair and makeup all messed up, drool dripping out of your gaping mouth, skin full of bruises, bite marks and hickeys. "Yeah.. Ig I'm close too" he replied lowly, smirking, as he panted ... He was getting closer and closer by the second.

"Hey Rin" he called out, "wanna cum on her face?" He suggested, his voice thick with malice. Rindou was fond of the idea, nodding as they both pulled out of your abused, fluttering holes... They'll be filled up on another occasion.

They quickly flipped you over, your fucked out face making them laugh at your messed up and untidy state.. "I bet Sanzu never made her feel this good!" Ran said, his low chuckles echoing through the room. "Maybe we'll show him what real fucking looks like!" Rindou added, a sly smirk painting his face.. they both laughed, before they grabbed their phones, pointing it at your pretty face, as they stroked their throbbing cocks.

As you lay there, your body still quivering from the explosive orgasm that washed over you, your mind was hazy and euphoric. Yet, even in this blissful state, your dedication to them was unwavering, so you presented your eager face to them.

Hasty to repay their efforts, you took their cocks into your mouth, your tongue swirling around their throbbing head, your skilled hands working their shafts in perfect sync. As they grunted and moaned, the tension between you grew, their arousal and your attentiveness driving them closer to the edge. "Damn doll, didn't know you could be such a slut!" Rindou moaned as he felt himself very close.

Just as you felt their balls tighten, their throbbing cocks swelling with impending release, Ran decided to facetime Sanzu, he wanted to show him what he got for cheating on such a beauty like you. The pinquette picked up the phone, looking rather pissed at seeing his face. "Tf you want Haitani?" He grumbled.. "oh me? Nothing.. but your girl might want something from me and my brother!" He giggled devilishly before he turned the camera, showing how eagerly you sucked their dicks, begging them to cum on your face. To say that Sanzu's face went pale is an understatement, and before he could cuss you all out, Rindou grabbed the phone and said "fuck you asshole, your gf likes our cocks better" Before they both hung up on him, throwing the phone across the room and getting their whole attention back on fucking your mouth.

"Fucking asshole, he'll definitely come here to kick our asses!"

"As if I cared!" Rindou continued, before he started slamming his hips harder in your mouth, your tight orifice struggling to take them both at the same time.

Your tongue danced along the veiny underside of his throbbing shaft, while your right hand pumped Ran's length with feverish fervor. The sight of their cocks, slick with your saliva, coated in your eager attentions, had their eyes glazing over with lust.

Their hips bucked forward, the urge to spill their seed onto your beautiful face growing more insistent. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna drop a fat load" With a guttural moan, Rindou's release exploded forth, his hot, sticky cum splattering against your forehead, cheeks, and chin, coating you in his essence.

"I'm gonna glaze your face with my cum baby" Ran moaned loudly, before following suit, as his own release pulsed from the tip of his cock, joining Rindou's in decorating your lovely face. The brothers, satiated and breathless, watched as you lapped up the remnants, leaving your face glistening with their combined seed.

"Damn... Sanzu doesn't know what he fucking Lost!" Ran breathed out exhaustedly before collapsing next to you, followed by Rindou. They both wrapped their arms around your figure, pulling you closer to their sticky bodies as they pulled the covers over you all, and succumbed to deep sleep.

The next morning, you were woken up by loud shouting and shattering noses. Curious, you quickly put on a shirt you randomly found on the ground, and went to see what all the fuss was about.

As you stormed into the living room, you were immediately confronted with the sight of a furious Sanzu, locked in heated combat with the two brothers. They bickered and cursed, the room flooding with a palpable tension.

You stood resolutely between the three men, hands on your hips as you glared at Sanzu. "What the hell are you doing here, you asshole?!" you roared. "What the fuck are you doing here?!" you repeated, fuming. "What were you thinking when you fucked these two, piece of shit excuses for men? Do you not know they don't give a single damn about you?!"

Sanzu tried to interject, but your lightning-fast hand found his cheek, delivering a sharp, stinging slap. "Care about me? You think I don't know you've been getting your rocks off with some random slut behind my back? Spare me the 'it was a mistake' bullshit, because we're done." You spoke in clipped, angry syllables, your gaze unwavering.

The brothers behind you failed miserably in their attempts to suppress their laughter, their uncontrolled giggles an insult to the severity of the situation. As you stood there, glaring at your ex, you couldn't help but feel a wave of exasperation: men were indeed a ridiculous bunch.

©2024MDsbabygirl do not copy or translate my work without my permission.

[mbbmz]

Hey, I don't know if you're accepting requests again or not, but if you doyou can do a Rindou Haitani x Reader having sex, reader is a police officer and Rindou is a Bonten executive, They used to have a relationship, but it ended when the reader ended it when he found out about Rindou's hidden life and they meet again and there is a lot of tension to the point of having sex together. (I don't know if I made myself clear, but thanks anyway)

Sorry I took so much time writing this, been on it since February lol, hope you enjoy!

Hey, Ms. Policewoman~

✧˚Synopsis: You stopped seeing Rindou after discovering his real identity, but two years later, you can’t stop thinking about him…

✧˚ Warnings: Smut, porn with plot, a bit of gore (mild), Reader is a bit drunk, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, lmk if I forgot anything

✧˚WC: 2.1k

It shouldn’t have ended this way. When you learned the truth, you swore you’d be done with him. But no amount of resolve was enough to forget him. The feeling of him.

Life as a police officer isn’t easy. Working until dawn, witnessing gruesome scenes… not the ideal setting for relationships. And you were fine with that. Until you met him.

Rindou Haitani was so effortlessly handsome, a gentleman through and through at that. For once since you started your carrier, you considered actually involving yourself with him. His work hours were as strange as yours, which made it easier to see each other. Everything was going well.

But it all crashed out that day.

-"If Bonten’s involved, you shouldn’t dig into it. I say that for your own good."

You swore you didn’t hear the chief correctly. When you became a detective, you had this youthful, naive desire to solve as many cases as possible. This one wasn’t an exception.

A macabre double murder. The scene was awful to watch. The father and the son had been found in their lavish apartment. One in the bathtub, the other in the bed. Their kidneys, livers and eyeballs were harvested, and there was evidence of torture on their bodies. Missing nails and toe nails, teeth and broken fingers. This was probably the worst you had ever seen at the time.

Eventually, the investigators had been able to identify Bonten’s involvement in the affair. Then, everything stopped. And those words still haunted you to that day. But what haunted you the most was what you found in the files.

Unable to just accept the sudden abort of the case, you went to snoop into the files that gathered informations on Bonten. Classified informations, that you weren’t supposed to see. And part of you wish you never did.

Sano Manjiro, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Hitto Kakucho, all those names were completely foreign to you. Your hands clenched on the paper.

Haitani Rindou.

What? That’s not possible. There must be some kind of mistake…

Then you saw it, the dark, blurry picture probably taken from too far to really make out anything. But it was clear to you. That familiar lilac mass of hair, the confident stature, even the tuxedo you saw him wearing once. Everything was the same.

A wave of nausea crashed onto you, and you messily wrapped up the papers before going home. You could’ve just left it at that. But you needed to hear it from his mouth. It was probably a dumb idea, but you needed it.

He arrived at your place with that usual nonchalant expression you knew so well, and that lazy smirk. From the sudden text asking him if he was free, he thought he was going to blow your mind.

Well he did, but not in the way he hoped.

The conversation was rough, but eventually, Rindou knew it was useless to lie.

You told him you never wanted to see his face again.

This still haunts you, two years after. You still had trouble sleeping, overwhelmed by the guilt of having entertained one of Japan’s most dangerous criminals, and you also didn’t try relationships anymore.

That night, when your colleagues asked you to join them for a drink, you almost said no. Call it peer pressure, but you ended up having a few. Well, who cared. Tomorrow was your day off. Unless they needed you, then you’re fucked.

You were already two drinks in when you caught a glimpse of lilac. Your heart leaped in your chest, in a mixture of unease and unwanted excitement. Even after all this time, even after trying to forget him, your body remembered. A bit too well.

Remembered the fleeting touches, the building pleasure and the mind blowing orgasms only him could rip out of you. And before you could look away, his eyes locked with yours. As his bold stature made it’s way toward you, you started to turn away. But you were too slow.

You felt a strong hand gripping your wrist. Not forceful, but convincing enough to make you stop in your tracks. Your words were curt and discourteous, his were keen and smooth. And after a few protests…

-"Why, are you still in service right now?"

And then you thought, no, you weren’t working tonight.

Your body was now entirely caged against the door of your small apartment. He didn’t even take the time to lead you inside before his demanding lips crashed against yours. There wasn’t anything soft or sweet about this, only raw hunger and desire, fueled by a lack of contact that lasted too long. His hands gripped your hips forcefully, pulling you in as your crotches pressed together. You let out a barely concealed moan against his lips, and that’s all he needed. One moment, you were standing, and the next he had hoisted you up in the air, his hands gripping the back of your thighs as your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.

He already knew the way to your bedroom at this point, and in less than 30 seconds, you were under him on the mattress. He pulled away, your lips unconsciously chasing his, and he smirked.

-"Is that your way to gather evidence, detective?"

You hit his shoulder lightly, before grabbing his collar and pulling him into another deep kiss.

-"Shut up and kiss me…" You mumbled against his mouth, eyes closed and teeth nibbling at his bottom lip. You felt him smirk again. Damn him.

-"You sure are bossy t’night… Did ya miss me that much?"

You felt the urge to smack him in the face. But the urge to get rid of his clothes was stronger, and your fingers started working to unbutton his dress shirt. He let you, looking at you with an uncharacteristic heated gaze. After unfastening the three first buttons, he lowered his face, his lips moving hungrily over the sensitive skin of your neck, kissing and nibbling until you let out a shuddering moan. You felt him grin, sucking harshly on a spot he knew was sensitive. You almost let out a gasp at the intensity of it, but you managed to hold back.

You felt his hands, his big, rough hands pawing at your body without an ounce of restraint, before deftly working on the buttons of your shirt. He didn’t waste time, and before you knew it, he was unhooking your bra, exposing your chest to him. He took a moment to look at you, as if reminiscing something, rediscovering your body as if it was the first time he’s seen it. He palmed your breasts in a soft movement, contrasting with the rough feeling of his calloused hands. Pushing them together, before his thumbs rolled on your nipples, already stiff with arousal. You couldn’t hold back a moan this time, making him look at you as if you hung out the stars in the sky. Paying attention to every small twitch, every breathy sound.

He undid the last buttons of his shirt, effectively taking it off. You realized you had missed this sight. Rindou Haitani, with his perfect body, the kind of body that made your thighs twitching just from imagining what it could do. You let your hand wander, nails raking on the tattoo covering half of his torso. But you didn’t have time to do much, as he pressed himself against you, lips finding yours in a passionate dance, eyes fiery with hunger and want.

You tried to touch him again, to feel the warmth of his skin. But he didn’t let you, pinning your wrists above your head. You looked up at him, confused, but he kissed you again before you had the chance to say anything.

-"You’re gonna take what I give you, like a good girl." He muttered against your lips, the playfulness from earlier completely gone.

Your wrists strained slightly beneath his tight grip, pinned securely above your head. The look in Rindou's eyes had shifted entirely; the playful, cocky gaze replaced by an intensity that made your heartbeat quicken, warmth pooling insistently between your thighs.

-"Rin…" You began, breathless and unsure, but he silenced you with another deep, consuming kiss, claiming your mouth entirely, tongue tangling with yours, stealing your breath.

-"Shh…" He hushed you softly, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes, his breath ghosting over your parted lips.

-"I said, take what I give you."

You swallowed hard, feeling your body instinctively arch toward him, hips pressing against his in an unspoken plea. His smirk returned, satisfied with your silent surrender. His free hand slipped downward, fingertips trailing a slow, tantalizing path along your ribcage, over your waist, and down your trembling thighs. You shivered under his touch, your body remembering every sensation it had been craving for the past two years.

His fingers reached your skirt, and he deftly hooked them under the waistband, dragging it down along with your underwear, leaving you completely exposed and vulnerable beneath him. You felt your face flush as his eyes hungrily traced over your naked form, drinking you in as if memorizing each curve and detail.

-"Fuck, you look even better than I remember…" He muttered, finally releasing your wrists to grip your thighs, spreading them apart shamelessly wide.

You gasped, cheeks burning at his open display, but the embarrassment quickly melted away as he lowered himself, his hot breath ghosting over your aching center. He smirked, his tongue pressing flat against you without hesitation, dragging a slow, firm lick that made your entire body jolt.

Your fingers immediately tangled in his hair, gripping tightly as he expertly teased and tortured you, his mouth working you over with practiced ease. He alternated between slow, sensual strokes and sharp flicks of his tongue, knowing exactly how to push you closer and closer to the edge.

-"Oh, fuck-!" You cried out, hips bucking helplessly against his face, chasing the delicious friction.

Rindou groaned appreciatively, the vibration traveling straight through your sensitive flesh and sending shivers racing up your spine. He brought two fingers to your slick entrance, sliding them inside with ease, and began curling them gently, rubbing against that sensitive spot inside you. Your vision blurred slightly as pleasure overwhelmed you, waves of heat and sensation crashing through your body.

He continued relentlessly, lips closing around your clit and sucking softly, his fingers pumping steadily until your muscles tightened, thighs trembling violently. You felt the coil inside you snap, your climax washing over you in a sharp, intense burst.

-"R-Rindou!" You moaned his name loudly, body arching off the mattress as your orgasm hit you with blinding intensity.

He didn't give you time to fully come down before pulling away, swiftly undoing his pants and freeing himself. You bit your lip, anticipation rewaking as he moved over you again, pressing the tip of his hardened cock against your sensitive entrance.

He hovered over you, gripping your jaw gently yet firmly, forcing you to look directly into his eyes.

-"Tell me you want this…" He demanded softly, voice rough and filled with raw desire, still waiting for your answer.

Your mind was fuzzy, consumed by lust, but you managed a breathless whisper.

-"I want you… Fuck, please…

He sank into you slowly, savoring your warmth enveloping him, groaning deeply as he buried himself completely. Your nails clawed into his shoulders, gasping sharply at the delicious fullness.

He didn't wait long, setting a deep, hard pace, driven by pent-up passion and longing. His hips snapped against yours, fingers digging into your thighs hard enough to leave marks, his mouth capturing yours in messy, frantic kisses.

The room filled with a chorus of your moans mingling with his and the sounds of skin meeting skin. You clung desperately to him, each powerful thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body, rapidly pushing you toward another release.

-"Can’t believe… I get to feel this way again…" Rindou rasped in your ear, his voice tight with restraint.

-"S-Shut up- Ah!" You cried out, your body shuddering violently as a second climax overtook you, even stronger than the first, stealing your breath and leaving you trembling uncontrollably beneath him.

Feeling your walls tightening around him, he groaned your name roughly, hips stuttering as he found his own release deep inside you, his body shaking as he rode out his orgasm.

For a moment, neither of you moved, the only sounds in the room your ragged breathing. Rindou pressed his forehead against yours, eyes closed, chest rising and falling rapidly.

-"You done avoiding me now?" He asked, whispering roughly, possessively.

-"Shut it…" You muttered, your own voice hoarse. But deep down, you knew the answer to that.

I feel like I’m never that proud of my work, but fuck it

[kiwifruitnumberone]

7 minutes

Word count: 3.8k

Summary: You play a game of 7 minutes in heaven, being paired with Rindou Haitani was unexpected yet surprisingly extremely pleasurable.

Pairing: Rindou Haitani x fem!reader

Warnings: Oral penetration, smut, reader gets eaten out in a closet, profanity, alcohol use and Rindou being a little shit.

Dark content ahead

Walking through the clouds of smoke, the vibrant disco lights beaming off every wall, people crowding playing drinking games and talking on couches. Everything felt alive, an electric feeling pumping through your body.

Taking a break from school work to come here was so totally worth it. You may get in trouble— who cares, you weren’t about to miss the infamous Haitani brothers college party.

They always lived up to your expectations from the expensive liqueurs to the DJ setups at the front of the house. Everything screamed luxury and money.

Right now you were looking for your friend Yuzuha amongst the crowd of people grinding and kissing on each other. You spotted her on a couch, talking to Mitsuya.

“Yuzuha!” You waved, trying to get her attention, voice being drowned out by the loud music.

She turned to you, just noticing you trying to wave, getting engulfed by the crowd.

“Y/n!” She waved back, signalling for you to come and sit, “come over here!”

You made your way over, stepping on some people’s feet and quietly apologising. You managed to make it, plopping yourself down beside her.

She was a little tipsy, nothing too bad, she was still coherent, just a little giggly and more bubbly than usual.

“Are you enjoying yourself??!” You asked, leaning in close to make sure she heard you.

“Huh? Oh yeah, these parties never disappoint!” She nodded, leaning her head against her arm and turning towards you.

She smiled, looking excited, you wondered why. “Hakkai just texted, we can go down!” She yelled, placing her hands on yours.

“What?” You hadn’t been told of anything “down.”

“The basement!” She exclaimed, earning a laugh from the boy beside her, “it’s where all everyone is, also its way nicer than up here!”

“Wait there’s more to this house??” Your eyes widened, this already massive mansion had a basement??

“Yeah! It’s so chill down there, trust me.” She squealed like a kid experiencing the joy of Christmas.

She got up from the couch dragging you with her, you didn’t know why. Mitsuya beside her followed the two of you.

She pulled you along, bringing you through various rooms, each as boujee as the next, that was until you reached a staircase.

All three of you stood at the top of the stairs, facing a tall, muscular dude with yellowish blonde hair.

He was pretty built, you gathered he was guarding the downstairs area.

“Hey mucho! I brought a friend if that’s alright?! Hakkai should already be down there right??” She asked, the guy called Mucho nodding.

“Yes, you guys can head down.” He took a step to the side, letting you guys in.

Yuzuha refused to let go of your hand, leading you down the stairs. If you thought the upstairs was big, downstairs was even more spacious.

It had its own bar, lounge area and what looked like two ensuite bathrooms. The music down here was a lot softer and chiller, a mix of R&B and alternative playing. The lighting was a mix of yellows and smooth oranges.

There was also way less people, this area was most likely to be for people connected to the Haitanis or close friends.

Looking around you saw a girl no taller than 5 feet talking to a dude who looked around 6 feet maybe taller. He had a braid and a dragon tattoo on the side of his head.

“Hey Yuzuha you made it!” The girl called out, ditching the guy to come over.

Mitsuya walked over to the bean-pole striking up a conversation.

“Oh hey Emma!” The blonde haired girl brought the both of you in an embrace, you figured they were friends considering the hug.

“Who’s this you’ve brung?” She asked, grabbing your hand, shaking it roughly.

Yuzuha had a moment of realisation that she didn’t introduce the two of you, “Right! Y/n this is Emma, Emma this is Y/n.”

She pointed at your face and Emma’s, quickly introducing you to her and her to you.

“Nice to meet you Y/n! I hope you're enjoying yourself!” She gave you a warm smile, you returned the gesture to her.

“Anyways I’m gonna head back over there,” she pointed at the tall boy who was leaning on the bar counter, she winked playfully, partically skipping over.

Yuzuha nudged your shoulder, “See that boy she’s talking to?” She brought her mouth to your ear, “They’ve been talking for years, and still he hasn’t made a move,” she whispered, your eyes widening.

If that were you, you would’ve dropped him ages ago and found someone who had the balls to ask you out.

“Why is she still talking to him?” You asked, saying it out loud without thinking.

Yuzuha slapped her hand over your mouth, muffling the noise coming out of it, “She’s madly in love with him, it’s yuck.” She grimaced, Yuzuha wasn’t the hugest fan of romance.

“Anyways, I’m going to go find Hakkai, text me if you get lost or need anything.” She pulled away from you, walking around the basement qualified to be a house.

You stood there, wondering where you could find some food or maybe even smoke some weed.

You weren’t sure if you were welcome here, you didn’t really know anyone, it shouldn’t be too much of an issue as you were let down here.

Exploring the large basement-area, you looked for a kitchen of some sort. After entering a few hallways and walking in on couples in the middle of business, you found it.

There weren’t really any people in here, only a blonde boy pouring himself a bowl of chips quietly.

On the kitchen counter, there were some drinks, sweets and snacks scattered around. You smiled at the boy as you made your way past, and for a second you were alone.

It really was a second, as soon as you had found a drink that didn’t seem gross and a bag of chips in hand, a few distant voices were approaching.

You turned your back to whoever might be approaching, you didn’t really want to be forced into a conversation you didn’t want. You just had to pray whoever was coming into the kitchen wasn’t much of a talker.

“Yo bro could you get me some pretzels!” A guy yelled from a distance.

“No Ran— get it yourself,” the boy approaching the kitchen yelled back, “I’m not your fucking slave,” he muttered under his breath.

You could hear the footsteps getting louder, clearly annoyed ones— you hoped he still wouldn’t be pissed when he came into the kitchen.

His demeanor changed upon seeing you, “Oh hey.”

You turned around to see who was talking, a boy with blonde and blue highlights streaked through his hair, it fell messily around his face, framing his features nicely. He had a white shirt on, with a logo you couldn’t make out, paired with dark-blue washed jorts.

It suited him nicely, it was not too little and not too much. It didn’t look as though he was trying to impress anyone— although he could with his looks.

“I haven’t seen you around, the names Rindou, what about you?” he spoke, he seemed oddly nice for a guy down here.

“I don’t go to these much,” you responded, looking him up and down, before giving your name.

He repeated your name quietly a few times before hopping up on the kitchen counter to talk to you, “nice to meet you.”

You smiled at him, shovelling a potato chip in your mouth, “So. Why haven’t I seen you at these parties before? You new around here?” he said, examining you.

“Like I said before, I don’t go to these much.” You wondered if he had even listened to you, probably not hence the question.

He smirked at your snarky comment, “Yeah, you don’t look like someone who would,” he shot back.

“What’s that mean?” You tightened the muscles in your face, giving him a dirty look, what the fuck was he on about? You had your fair share of parties last year, going to almost every party thrown and showing up to class hungover with a massive headache. But once your grades started getting worse and worse, you decided this year you’d focus on school.

he laughed a little, finding it amusing how you gave him a nasty look.

“Relax, I didn’t mean it in a bad way, that’s not you then it’s not you.” He tried clearing the air, trying not to make too bad of an impression.

“I didn’t say I had never partied,” you took a step back from him swinging his legs on the countertop.

“Then how come I’ve never seen you before? I don’t think I’d forget a face like yours.” He took in your features, you were stunning and he’d seen many many gorgeous girls in the amount of parties he’d thrown and been to.

“Like I’ve said, I haven’t been to one of these in a while,” you repeated. How long would it take to drill that in his skull?

“Oh, right, I didn’t really listen all that much.” He admitted hopping down from the counter top, reaching to the packet of chips you were holding. He took one without permission.

You glared at him, “are you always like this?” You asked him crunching loudly on the snack.

“Like what?” He asked, voice being muffled by chewing.

“Annoying,” you snapped at him, pulling your chips away from him.

“Damn it’s like that?” He spoke, still chewing.

“Finish your food before you speak,” you mummered under your breath, sparking a look from him.

“I heard that,” he wiped his hand on his shirt, getting any remaining crumbs off his fingers. He was intrigued by you, no woman had ever seemed this annoyed by him, well, at least noticeably annoyed.

You couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed that he’d heard that, you didn’t really care that much otherwise.

“Well, partier or not, I’m glad you’re here.” He reached in front of you, uncomfortably close yet distant enough, like he was respecting your space and testing the waters at the same time. He grabbed a handful of chips from your hand again.

Was he ever going to actually ask for some chips?

You looked inside the packet, partially none left, you tossed it to the trash can by the counter.

Rindou stuffed his mouth, not really bothering to be a polite eater. A voice called out his name, asking him to come to the lounge. He yelled back, “Be right there!” In gibberish, trying to swallow his food.

He walked out, waving back at you. How could someone be so charming without even realising it? He had a contagious smile and oozed a weirdly chill energy. He obviously attracted a lot of people, probably not just girls.

“Oi,” you heard a voice call in the kitchen, “we’re playing 7 minutes in heaven, wanna join?”

You screwed your face up, what are we in high school?

“It’s either that or strip poker and I already see these guys naked all the time without wanting to, so take your pick,” the boy spoke, taking the read on your face.

You didn’t really have anything to do, it wouldn’t hurt to get a little tipsy and have a possible make out sesh or more with someone? You shrugged, agreeing to join.

You pulled your phone out, checking for any messages from Yuzuha, nothing. Sighing you walked over to the fridge grabbing a hard lemonade, popping the cap off, sipping at the drink.

The braid-haired boy walked into the lounge, you watched before following him in there.

People were sitting around with their drinks, conversing, most seats being taken.

You found a cozy spot in the corner and sat down on the loveseat next to a pink haired girl munching on some pretzels.

You introduced yourself to the people sitting, it seemed the lanky braid boy was in charge of the game, he read the rules out, nobody really listening mostly on their phones or still talking.

In the corner of your eye, you saw Rindou play fighting with a girl. He really was a charming bastard. You saw the girl giggling fighting him off resting his head on her lap.

It didn’t take long before she gave in, letting him lay his head on her lap. Before long the game had started.

A bottle was spun, whoever it landed on first spin would be paired with the person on the second spin. They would go into a closet and do whatever. It was more entertaining than you’d thought.

Surprisingly nothing that lewd, only a few moans or grunts but it was pretty chill. The game continued, guys went with guys, girls went with girls and guys and girls went together. Cheers would erupt to anyone brave enough to enter the closet.

The bottle continued its way round, “Alright this round it’s Rindou and…” Ran continued spinning the bottle, Rindou looked up from his phone, not taking his head off the girl's lap, waiting to hear who he’d be paired up with.

You watched him, curious as to who he would be paired with. You were weirdly anticipating it too, mainly wondering how he’d react or if he would even bother going in at all, he seemed so unpredictable to you.

You were in a daze before the girl next to you nudged your shoulder, “hey it landed on you.” She brought your attention back

“What??” Your eyes widened, you were the one paired with Rindou.

“Yeah! Go up there girl!” The girl named Senju watching you get up from the seat.

Rindou also watched, only getting up once he’d seen you’d realised you had been picked. He walked over to the closet, meeting you there.

Your heart was hammering in your chest, you could smell the musky vanilla on him with traces of alcohol. It was intoxicating, you grew more nervous by the second.

Ran came and unlocked the closet, the both of you turning to face him, he gave a thumbs up as he did for the rest of the couples. The rest of the group cheered.

Rindou held the door open for you, letting you in before shutting it behind him, Ran yelled out to you two, “you kids have fun!” Before the clicking sound of the shutting closet door echoed in your mind.

You really were now in a closet with Rindou playing 7 minutes in heaven.

You shifted uncomfortably, he was way more attractive up close.

He noticed your visible uncertainty, “we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want.” He spoke up, trying to reassure you.

His voice was sincere, not like it was in the kitchen. It was soft and gentle and he was giving you as much space as possible.

You weren’t sure what you’d do, he was a really hot guy and it would be dumb to pass up on an opportunity like this.

Looking at his tan complexion and lazy smile, you felt you probably wouldn’t get an opportunity like this again.

He also respected your boundaries in this situation, oddly enough, the shyness he exuded made you all the more eager.

“No it’s okay…” you breathed out, coming closer, “I actually want to.”

You wasted no time wrapping your arms around his neck and slotting your mouth against his. He could taste your urgency on his mouth, taking note of how little time you two had.

The two of you took no time in offering each other's tongues. You’d be lying if you said you’d had wondered what he’d taste like and this situation far surpassed the scenarios in your mind.

He rolled his tongue over yours, gripping at your waist, eliciting slight whines from you.

He was so incredibly good with his tongue, it made your toes curl at the sensation.

You could feel your panties becoming slick with arousal, it’s been a while since you’d hooked up with someone.

The last time you did, the dude didn’t even touch your clit or even try to make it somewhat pleasurable, you swore off casual hookups after that.

But now you were in the closet, whining— not caring about how much noise you made, which you probably should have. But you didn’t care because right now you had some hot, cocky bastard groping you with his talented tongue, and he seemed to want you as much as you wanted him.

He teased your bottom lip with his tongue, you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth.

His hands travelling down to your plush ass, you rutted your hips to his front, trying to create some sort of friction.

The action caused him to pull away from you, creating some space. You were confused at the sudden change.

“What’s wron-”

“Can I try something,” he bent down on his knees, the action now clicking in your head. He came close to the bare skin on your legs, looking up at you— almost pleading.

“We don’t have much time-”

“Yes or no?”

You can feel your heart thumping around in your chest, ramming against your rib cage like a bird trying to break free. You were scared out of your mind but you felt fine, you felt safe, and even though you were scared… the arousal was out weighing it.

“Yes,” you nodded, “you can,” your breath was shaky and filled with anticipation.

He asks you if you could hold your top up, to give him more access to you.

You nod, the fabric gathering up under your breasts.

Rindou kisses gently down your stomach, taking the sides of your torso in his hands as he does so. He can feel your stomach tense up under his lips, can feel your skin twitch and the goosebumps that flutter across your skin.

While you weren’t a blushing virgin, you were still nervous. He was hot, probably more experienced than you, and extremely popular.

You could feel every exhaled breath he takes against your skin, warm and steady, fanning across your body.

He reaches your skirt, unzipping it, being exposed to the cotton panties you had on.

You cursed under your breath, wishing you had worn cuter underwear.

That feeling was washed away when Rindou attached his mouth to your clothed cunt and began licking. Quickly, your head was thrown back, hands were searching for something to grip onto.

It had arousal bubbling in your lower abdomen, threatening to spill over.

The sensation of his hot tongue latched onto your covered pussy had you itching for skin on skin action.

“Rindou—” you couldn’t stand it much longer, “please.”

You could feel him smirk against you, he pulled away, the feeling of his mouth against you was missed— you wanted, no, needed him.

“Hold on,” he came close again, hands fiddling with the hem of your panties, “I got you.” He pulled your underwear down to your ankles, breath hot against your sex.

He was teasing you like he had all the time in the world, the internal clock in your head trying to figure out how much time you had left.

His teasing stopped when he saw your slick cunt in front of him. His tongue was back on you. The feeling of Rindous warm lips attached to your clit, sent shivers of pleasure down your spine.

He replaced his mouth with his thumb, beginning to lick slow strips up your pussy. His tongue is gentle, yet steady.

Your hands flew down to his hair, lacing your fingers in his locks, tugging tightly as he went down on you.

His tongue slides back down to swallow up the slick arousal that leaks from your needy cunt. You can feel him pressing inside you, licking you up, and drinking you down like he was stranded in a desert and you were water. Then, he breaches your entrance and pushes his tongue inside you.

“Fuck— Rindou.” You hiss, hips rutting against his mouth.

He becomes more eager to hear your pretty voice, whining his name. It made him so goddamn hard and achy. He wanted you badly, yet he knew he didn’t have enough time.

He swung your leg over his shoulder, his thumb on your clit rolling in circles, tongue deep inside you. It felt so fucking good, you didn’t want this to end.

His thumb left your sensitive bundle of nerves, bringing his hand to massage your thigh like his other hand. He buried his face into your cunt, nose nudging against your clit as he delved into you.

“Don’t stop,” being the only thing you chanted as he ate you out like a gourmet meal.

You could feel that familiar sensation in your lower abdomen, burning and aching to be let go.

You grinded against his nose, wet noises echoing in the tight space, you moaned loudly as you unraveled on top of him, coating his mouth in the vicious release.

Your whole body trembles, legs shaking and thighs aching under his grip. Slowly he removes his tongue, you feel your creamy release slide out of your cunt and down your thighs. He leaves sloppy kisses along your legs feeling them still shaky.

He gets himself up, pulling your panties up, leaving a peck on your lips, still being able to feel the wetness on them.

You look down and see the bugle sticking out from his pants, you went to grab the button of his jorts but he stopped you.

“It’s fine, plus we don’t have much time left.” He breathed out, clearly uncomfortable with his raging boner.

“But—”

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll live.” He shot you a small smile, you felt guilty. You knew how it felt to not be the one not touched or pleasured. It was unpleasant and shitty.

“That’s not fair though..”

He shrugged, “We’re out of time and I don’t even have a condom so..” he trailed off, trying to reassure you.

Right on cue you heard Ran yell, “Times up!”

Rindou leaned towards you, giving you a kiss and whispering in your ear.

“It’s fine I only wanted a taste anyways.”

You shivered under his breath, how could someone be so goddamn intoxicating.

“Hey lovebirds get the fuck out!” Ran screamed, you jolted in shock with his loud voice.

“Shut the fuck up Ran!” Rindou yelled back, opening the closet door, you swear you could see him wiping your juices off his mouth.

The room was filled with, oos and ahhs upon seeing him walk out with you behind him.

You were out of breath and rushing to get to your spot next to Senju.

As soon as you sat down, she bombarded you with questions.

“Was he good? It seems like he was!” She asked excitedly, how did she know he was good?

She looked at your confused face, “oh yeah you were quite loud.”

You blushed red in embarrassment, the aftermath wasn’t as good as the beginning.

You never would have thought being locked in a closet with Rindou would ever end like that.

You didn’t regret it one bit.

This was so fun to write I actually enjoyed myself saur much

Might make a part two if I feel like it👅

[ryozai]

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ you know it’s wrong, wrong to get involved with a dangerous man like himself.

but can you really be blamed?

not when he fucks you so well, his dick hitting the deepest spots of your dripping cunt, watching you with dark, lustful eyes as you bounced on him, like an absolute slut.

and just for him. his pretty slut.

“baby.. fuck, yeah, keep going. ‘m gonna spoil you so hard, pretty,” he groans through gritted teeth, his rough hands resting on your hips, helping you ride him.

the hands of a killer, the hands who killed so many.

“atta girl,” he murmurs with a smirk when he feels your walls begin to tighten around him, your body shaking as you reach your climax — crashing down like a wave. the feeling was so addictive.

so what if he was dangerous? he treated you so well, like no other man could ever.

his hands were so rough, but so delicate with you.

and only you.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ SANZU HARUCHIYO, bonten! mikey, ran, rindou, kakucho, IZANA, kazutora, wakasa, CHILDE, pantalone, toji, choso, GETO, eren, fyodor, dazai, NIKOLAI, MOZU, HYOGA, TSUKASA

these recent smuts i've done r soso based on sanzu

[kurokawaia]

❛ RUN, BABY. RUN ❜

Yandere! Sanzu Haruchiyo X Fem!Reader

WC; 3k+ | !MDNI! | TW/CW :: OVERALL WARNINGS Yandere themes dark content, inexperienced!reader, timid!shy!reader, pet names 'baby' 'doll' + more, drugs (sanzu's part), alcohol, clubs, age gap -> reader is implied to be around 20-22, reader is described to be shorter than Sanzu, smut, nsfw, piv, no protection, begging, rough sex? missionary, oral -> female receiving, male receiving, doggy, marking, possessive, possession, restriction, kidnapping?, biting? eventual predator play, based on the song runrunrun by dutch melrose + more

⋆·˚ ༘ *𝒮𝒴𝒩𝒪𝒫𝒮𝐼𝒮 :: meeting Sanzu in that club and accepting that one offer to dance with him, that was when you should've said no, then maybe, you wouldn't be in this situation you are in now.

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You knew it was a lousy idea going out in a group of three-well, it would have been four if one of your best friends hadn't pulled out last minute. Of course, you knew her reasoning, though-being a mother was hard, and sometimes men just don't cut it to look after children all by themselves. There are two main problems. 

The three of you was one, whereby if one wanted to go to the bathroom, someone had to accompany the other, leaving one person behind to look after the drinks. That wasn't much of a problem. It was this club that was the problem. One of the high-class clubs in Tokyo. Still in shock how your friend had gotten in this club in the first place. You were surrounded by strangers, awaiting the return of your two friends from the toilet. As much as you hated to say it, you did feel frightened, the men in the club were so intimidating, they were considerably older than you, really old, more than likely there for the female strippers and waitress. Not to mention, of course. the group of men on the second level, overlooking everyone at the club. Counting them, you count eight; even from down below at the bar, you could tell just by those suits that they were probably the most powerful people here. You turned your back to the scene of people, swiveling in your chair to face the bar, resting your chin on the palm of your hand as your eyes warily watched the drinks to make sure no one put anything in them. Absent-mindedly, you swirled the drink in your hand, you hadn't had one sip, and you really didn't want to-you were too worried something might happen if you were to take a sip of the alcohol. You didn't know that this is a club owned by none other than Bonten, Japan's most feared criminal organization. More specifically, you caught the eye of one of their most dangerous members, number two, Sanzu Haruchiyo. Sanzu had moved off the red velvet couch, now leaning across the glass railing, a joint sitting in between his lips, looking down at you. Of course, you had caught his, no one dares to look up toward where the members of Bonten are. Also, he wanted to distance himself from Ran, who was on the verge of borderline fucking one of the waitresses. His eyes glint dangerously in the low light of the club, already plotting a next move as he watches you sit there, all alone, your gaze darting anxiously around. A wicked curve of his lips greets this view. "You're staring too hard, Sanzu," Ran Haitani teases, lips pulling away from the blonde he was making out with. Rindou snickers, taking a sip from his drink. "Think she's gonna run if she notices you?"

Kokonoi let a laugh fall out his lips, his head tilted to the side, and he placed his ankle over his other knee. "Agreed, Rindou." Sanzu barely spares them a glance, eyes never leaving you. "She's not going anywhere," he mutters. "She's mine." Ran, Rindou and Kokonoi share a knowing look between them. They have, after all, seen Sanzu take an interest in people like this before. but something feels off tonight. They can feel it in the way Sanzu's acting. And before they could utter another word, Sanzu pushed off the railing and strolled down the stairs from their longue. The crowd didn't part for him, rather, they knew that if they were in his way, they would die. Right there and then. And so the people made sure to move whenever he was close. You feel someone approach, glance up, and your heart skips a beat as your eyes meet his. Much taller than you had guessed, pink hair tousled in a messy manner, and a scar cutting across his lips-he looks so familiar, yet you can't seem to recall where you've seen him. His gaze pins you in place, hypnotizing blue eyes amidst his scars-he was beautiful, if anything, they added to his beauty. "You're sitting here all alone?" His voice is smooth that runs a shiver down your spine. He leans in closer, his breath ghosting against your ear as he adds, "That's a little dangerous, don't you think?" You swallow hard, unsure if intimidated is the feeling you're supposed to have. "My friends... they went to the bathroom," you manage to get out, your voice little more than a whisper over the music. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. "Lucky for you, I'm here now." Sanzu's lips pull into a slow smirk. His eyes flick to the empty seats around you before landing back onto you. "And you think they'll be back for you soon?" You hesitate, taken aback by his question. He sounds playful, but there's something... 

"I.. I'm sure they'll be back any minute." "Mm," he hums, straightening slightly. His hand reaches out and brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers linger for just a moment too long. "It's funny how people tend to disappear in places like this, isn't it?" You feel a tiny tremor of fear quiver through you, but it's drowned out by the way his fingers trail down the side of your neck, featherlight. Your skin tingles under his touch. His smile widens to see the hitch in your breath. 

"Relax," he whispers, though the way he spoke does little to settle your nervousness. "I'm not here to scare you." He cocked his head, his eyes narrowing only slightly, scanning your face. "I'm here to keep you company. Seems like you could use some, don't you think?"

Your heart pounds in your chest, and the look he's giving you -a predator with a mouse- makes it hard to think of anything but him. "I... I'm fine," you say, though it comes out far more uncertain than you hoped. "Really." "Fine?" He chuckles low. "Sitting all alone in a place like this, surrounded by strangers?" He leans in closer again, his lips brush against the shell of your ear as he speaks, his voice drops to an almost seductive whisper. "Seems like you're anything but fine." His proximity sends your mind reeling. His hand is warm, laid lightly on your knee under the table. You can hardly breathe, let alone find words with which to reply. "Lucky for you, I'm here," he adds, his voice teasing. His hand slides up your leg a little movement, tiny enough to catch your breath. You watch him, not knowing what to say, but before words can leave your lips, his other hand delicately tugs on your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his. 

"You don't seem like the type to be left behind. So, either your friends don't know what they've got." His thumb brushes your lower lip, lingering as his eyes turn dark. "Or maybe they're not coming back at all."

His thumb brushes your lower lip, and your breath catches as his eyes darken, sending the fire of heat coursing through you. You say nothing, not because you don't want to, but under the piercing weight of his gaze, the words die in your throat. There's just something in the way he looks at you... Sanzu's smile deepens at the silence. 

Not breaking his stare, he rises from his seat, his hand still clasping your chin lightly before his fingers trail down to take your hand. The touch is warm. He draws you slowly, deliberately to your feet. Nearly sated, you move instinctively as he guides you toward the dance floor. He doesn't stop until you're deep in the crowd. As soon as you are in the middle of the floor, he turns you around and moves your back flush against his chest. His arms slide around your waist, and instantly, your breath catches in your throat. You feel the heat of his body seep into yours as the crowd around you feels like a blur. Sanzu's head dips down as the warmth of his breath dances across the back of your neck, his lips close to your skin. "See?" he whispers, barely audible amongst the music. "Much better than sitting alone." Sanzu's hold on you tightens, his body pressing harder against yours, guiding your movements. His hands slide down your sides, lingering at your hips before pulling you even closer. You can feel the hard lines of his chest against your back, the heat in his breath as he leans down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. "You like this, don't you?" he says low, dripping with seduction. "The attention. The way I'm touching you."

Sanzu's hand leaves your waist, quickly moving into the small pocket on his purple waistcoat, pulling out a red and white pill before quickly putting it into his mouth, and swallowing the drug. You saw, you noticed, but you didn't say anything, you just thought it was an ibuprofen. 

Sanzu could've collapsed in pleasure right there and then. He might just go crazy over the euphoric feeling. And he knows that once he has you underneath him, that feeling will only grow stronger. 

You looked so gorgeous in front of him, your back pressed flush against his chest, the way your body fit so so so perfectly against his own. You are so perfect, so innocent, something he wants to taint, he wants to break you. He wants to put you on a level to which you wouldn't be able to live without him, so that you would have to rely on him for every minuscule task in your life. 

A shiver runs down your spine, your skin abraded where his hands roam. Yet with the growing heat of the two bodies, your mind is unable to think straight. You shouldn't want this, not from a stranger, not in a place like this. Yet there is something about the way his body fits up against yours, something so headily dangerous, so alluring about him that makes rational thought impossible. His fingers dig into your hips, pressing closer until your back arches a little. Every shift of your body against his feels deliberate, teasing, as if he's testing just how far you're willing to go. His lips now graze the side of your neck, barely touching but enough to send a shockwave of desire through you. "Tell me," he whispers, his lips lightly grazing your skin. "Do you want me to stop?" Your lips part, but the words won't come out. You can't deny what your body does when he does this to you when a single touch from his fingers sets off a firework of nerves. His waistline cinches tighter against your body, and you feel him smile against your neck. "I'll take that as a no," he murmurs, the humour dripping like honey from his voice. His hands slip lower, barely, but the fingers stroke the hem of your dress in passing, spiking your pulse. All that matters is the press of his body against yours, the hands claiming you. "Come home with me," he repeats, his hot words against making butterflies swell up in your body. His hands trace slow, burning paths down your sides, his touch firing something deep inside. Your mind is racing, and your heart is pounding in your chest. You turn your head slightly, catching his gaze from the corner of your eye, his blue eyes, eyes whose pupils were so dilated, as if he was going into a frenzy. What was that pill he took? "Okay," you whisper, barely audible, but it's enough. "But..."

"Mmmm, Doll?" he questions, hands tightening on your body. 

"What was the pill you took? You are okay? R-Right?" you ask timidly.

Sanzu lowers his head closer to your neck, arms wrapping around your front like he is hugging you. "It was nothing, Baby," he reassured, arms tightening but it wasn't painful, in fact, it was quite relaxing and it felt... nice. "Promise you I'm alllllll good, I ain't crazy, baby."

If only you knew how much of a crazy and sadistic bastard he was before you said yes to going home with him. 

"You're... sure?" you ask softly.

"Of course, Doll."

You chew on your bottom lip. "Then... It won't be a problem."

Sanzu smirks, his hand coming up to your jaw, tilting your head back so you're looking up at him. "Good girl," he murmurs in a low tone, his pet name making your throat go dry, you hadn't ever been called... that before. His thumb runs across your bottom lip again before he leans down, his lips brushing against yours, teasingly close but not quite giving in. He pulls you from the dance floor in dead silence, the firm wrap of his hand around yours. There is no asking for permission. There is simply no need to. 

You are his now. 

And there's no going back.

You won't escape him now, you had a chance to say no, for him to leave you alone, but your naive self said yes.

How stupid you were.

As Sanzu guides you out of the club, you don't see it but Sanzu did, the way that his elder brother and the Haitani twins look down at him as he escorted you out of the club. Takeomi's facial expression... he didn't know how to deal with his younger brother, Haruchiyo was an adult so he could do as he pleases, but what he does with drugs and women... He just didn't know how to stop it.

You shivered slightly in the cold air the moment you stepped outside, your arms moving to cross themselves, your hands rubbing your upper arms, wanting to relieve the ice-like air, to soothe the goosebumps that rose over your skin. Almost a second later, you felt a soft, satin-like garment dropping over your shoulders. 

Looking up to your side, you see that Sanzu has placed his suit jacket over you, for the obvious, to keep you warm. Your cheeks flush pink as your eyes meet with his. "Thank you," you say timidly and a ghost of a kiss is what he places on the side of your head.

"No need to thank me, doll," he murmurs agasint your hair as he guides you to the parking lot.

A sleek black car parked in front of you and you knew that it was an expensive, really low-slung sports car, a black one with dark red accents. Your eyes widen when you see the brand, pointing to the emblem. "I know that one! Ferrari!" you say with a smile, looking up to Sanzu.

(that's just what I would do in that situation bc my ass is childish asf)

"Close, baby," Sanzu hums, a chuckle reverberating in his chest. You are cute, so so so cute, he can't wait to mend you in his own little toy. "It's Bugatti."

"Oh," you reply shortly, a pout on your lips.

You were so cute that he could almost kill you.

Almost.  He walks you toward the car, his hand never leaving yours. He lets go only to open the passenger door for you; his eyes flick up to meet yours as he does. There's a subtle shift in his expression, but you don't know what it is. 

You do know, however, that you were too curious to stay away.  "Get in," he says quietly, squeezing your waist underneath his jacket to which your hands were holding onto. You pause for a moment, then slide into the plush leather seat. Sleek inside as out, black leather, polished chrome, a scent of cologne, his cologne. Everything about his car screamed rich, and his suit, and his cologne. Everything. You wondered how someone as rich as him... how he managed to be captivated by innocent, timid you.

Sanzu closes the door for you, watching you trail your hands over the sides of the seat curiously and in awe. He circles the car and slips into the driver's seat. He says nothing and merely starts the engine, a growl reverberating throughout the vehicle, the vibrations shaking through you. You gaze out at the street as you pull out onto it, your eyes straying to Sanzu's hands easily on the steering wheel. It isn't until you glance down, though, that you catch something, the clench on the clutch is just a fraction too tight, his knuckles white against it. 

You wondered why he was doing so.

Why Sanzu was doing so? he is restraining himself from taking you right there and then, forcing himself to pay attention to the road and not how much of your thighs are exposed from your short dress. Every so often, you glance over at the sharp line of his jaw, the way his lips press into a thin line as he shifts gears. He was so beautiful. Your eyes widened when you realised something, you didn't even know his name. "I'm so sorry, but I don't even know your name."

"Sanzu Haruchiyo, Doll," he replies, your gaze flickers down to the clutch, noticing the grip loosening before tightening.

"Sanzu... Haruchiyo.... Ooo, Haru." you reply, testing the name out of your tongue, adding the nickname at the end unintentionally.

You missed the way Sanzu's tongue rolled over his teeth in his mouth, how the bob of his Adam's apple was so evident. His grip becomes tighter on the wheel and on the clutch, as he changes gears once more. The way you said his name made him crazy, and the cutesy nickname you added wasn't making it any better. 

The longer you sit in the car, the longer you feel a pull, a connection between the two of you as he drives through the city. Before you knew it, he pulls up in front of a building that screamed luxury.

Sanzu parks the car and gets out wordlessly, walking around to open the door for him once again. His hand extends to you, and you take it, stepping out and looking up in awe at the towering penthouse above.

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

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HONEY'S NOTE :: if this flops im going to neck

[thishouseisdangerous]

THAT'S JUST HOW IT GOES | R.HAITANI

SUMMARY: Loving once more was the woman's greatest fear, the heartbreak that she experienced from her first love had broken her down in ways that she never thought it would. But, why would the one who broke her into parts come back like a ghost. His own heart as destroyed as how he had left the woman's heart.

NOW PLAYING: that's just how it goes - role model

CONTENT WARNING: canon related, not canon compliant (ha), author regrets nothing, bonten!rindou x fem oc, rindou seems slightly ooc but i promise you its for a reason (you will get why i say he is ooc from the prologue), oc is an akashi but has an awful relationship with her brothers, rindou is married, infidelity (...), smut, gang violence, murder, mentions of suicide/poor mental health, inappropriate use of guns and knifes, drugs, angst, slowburn, happy ending (i gotchu), dark content/themes

NOTE: i be dreaming, so i am writing to escape the crushing reality of life and university; this is super duper self-indulgent, and thats why its an oc. i love this oc sm and i love rindou sm. pls be kind, i am just writing because i like to write, and if this isn't your type of content, then you can click off anytime! to anyone who does enjoy this, thank you <3 please be mindful to remember that these group of individuals are flawed and have committed violent crimes that i do not support in real life, this is all fiction! updates will like posted at the latest every two weeks bc i want my work to be perfect :3

PLAYLIST

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO (COMING SOON!)

CHAPTER THREE (COMING SOON!)

CHAPTER FOUR (COMING SOON!)

CHAPTER FIVE (COMING SOON!)

CHAPTER SIX (COMING SOON!)

CHAPTER SEVEN (COMING SOON!)

CHAPTER EIGHT (COMING SOON!)

CHAPTER NINE (COMING SOON!)

CHAPTER TEN (COMING SOON!)

all work on this page belongs to @thishouseisdangerous , don't steal or copy my work :(

[baby-tini]

Tokyo Revengers Masterlist

(Y)- Yandere (DC)- Dark Content (S)- Smut (A)- Angst (F)- Fluff.

Mikey\Manjiro Sano- -Manjiro Sano Masterlist

-Manjiro⁶ Masterlist

Ken Ryuguji\Draken- -Not initiating sex\teasing him (S)

-Bimbo!Reader (S)

-Another Mikey and Draken poly blurb (S)

-Manjiro and Draken poly blurb (F) Play-fighting

Emma Sano- -Sleepover with Emma blorb (S)

-Motorboating blorb (S)-ish

Keisuke Baji- -NNN struggle (S)

-Rage Fucking (S)

-Bimbo!Reader (S)

Chifuyu Matsuno- -Nylon/stockings fetish (S)

Takashi Mitsuya-

Nahoya Kawata\Smiley- -MILF Hunter (S)

Souya Kawata\Angry-

Sanzu Haruchiyo- -Nylon/stockings fetish (S)

-Bimbo!Reader (S)

-Stalker!Sanzu (DC)

-Bonten Tattoo (S)

Kazutora Hanemiya- N/A

Hanma Shuji- -Yandere Alphabet (Y)

-MILF Hunter (S)

-Nylon/stockings fetish (S)

-Hyper-Feminine Girlfriend (S)

-Bully!Hanma blorb (DC) (S)

-Fem!Hanma HCs (S)

-Stalker!Hanma HCs PT.2 (DC)

-Hanmas Main Kinks (S)

-Poly relationship with Manjiro and Hanma (S)

-Stalker!Hanma HCs (DC) (S)

-Yandere!Hanma with an Innocent!Reader HCs (Y) (DC) (S)

-Smut HCs (Y) (DC) (S)

-Lyric Thought (F) Me and my girlfriend- Tupac Shakur

Kokonoi Hajime- -Nylon/stockings fetish (S)

-Bonten Tattoo (S)

Izana Kurokawa- -Bimbo GF (S)

-Izanas Kinks (S)

Kakucho Hitto- -Bonten Tattoo (S)

Ran Haitani- -MILF Hunter (S)

-Haitanis Relationship (S)

-Nylon/stockings fetish? (S)

-Girlfriend who wears slutty\trashy outfits (DC) (S)

-Hyper-Feminine Girlfriend (S)

-Bonten Tattoo (S)

Rindou Haitani- -Haitanis Relationship (S)

-Girlfriend who wears slutty\trashy outfits (DC) (S)

-Rindous Kinks (S)

-Bonten Tattoo (S)

Shinichiro Sano- -MILF Hunter (S)

-Nylon/stockings fetish? (S)

Takeomi Akashi- -Bonten Tattoo (S)

Kanji Mochizuki- -Bonten Tattoo (S)