Yandere! Ran X Reader

I don't give a shit what you all say, Aemond is delicious. Girl when he stood up I gaged 🤤🤌🏻

is it so bad?

ft. the haitani brothers

notes. i’m so sorry if you’re seeing this a second time. had to do a reupload. saw violet’s pervert collab and immediately thought of stepbro! ran n rin. i was originally going to end this fic before it got explicit but then i got horny. that is how the porn came to be. blocking ppl that don’t reach the age requirement below or have no age indicator on their blog. i’m serious. don’t test me. i will block every single one of you mfs

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cw. dark content. 18+ MDNI & ageless/blank blogs! stepcest, dubcon, coercion, praise, oral, overstimulation, masturbation (m), penetrative sex, loss of virginity, brief mentions of domestic abuse, depictions of a panic attack, creepy n gross behavior, gaslighting, fem! reader plus you’re shorter than both of them

summary. your mom got remarried and she’s happily in love with her new husband, and you’re happy with your new stepdad who’s nice and treats you like a daughter, but the pair of older brothers you got doesn’t sit well with you

tagging. @iz-ana bc you said you were excited about this :’) @priestesstoru i had fun writing this violet! thank you for hosting a wonderful collab bby!! @bxnten here you are cat! @thetempleofnyx n @festive bc they beta read yet another mess. @cherrykamado @tokyoredlightdistrict

you remember the day your dad left, remember how it destroyed your mom and reduced her to the empty husk of a vibrant woman she used to be.

they were arguing, so loudly that you could hear them from upstairs, and it left you trembling in fear underneath the blankets.

wanting your mom’s comfort, you mustered up the courage to leave their bedroom and head downstairs, peeking your head around the corner to see them in each other’s faces yelling up a storm. she told you to go to your room and you didn’t listen, of course, because you were too scared to be alone, and then your dad slammed his fists on the dining table and picked something up.

the memory turns fuzzy after that, scene wiped clean from your mind to a blank slate, a blank page, a completely white background.

when he left, he took with him your childhood experience of growing up with a father figure and two happily married parents.

what he took from your mom was her entire heart, held it in his hands, stole it from her just to squeeze it in her face, until it stopped beating and shriveled up into itself, and he knew that would do the job. knew her heart was too soft for the roughness of his hands.

she loved him dearly, and when she loves, she can’t help but to give all of herself until there’s nothing left.

seeing the way she was discarded by someone she loved and who was supposed to love her back just as much, you guess that’s why you grew up a little cynical and callous.

she broke down after that incident, and as a result of shock and heartbreak, entered a depressive episode.

you also think that’s why you matured much faster than other kids your age. with her out of commission, it was up to you to take care of her, so from a young age, you learned how to do all those menial chores that kept the house running.

if you didn’t do that, no one else would have helped.

people have their fair share of difficulties trying to navigate through life, trying to survive. so although the adults at school and around your neighborhood saw how you struggled, how you were always alone, and how your mother never left the house, they didn’t do a thing, and you couldn’t blame them, to an extent.

it would have been nice if they offered any small aid they could provide.

you taught yourself things like cooking, cleaning, grocery shopping, financing the money that was left, and if you needed help, you would ask the neighbors, like how to use coupons at the store to save money and how to work the laundry machine. sometimes they’d be nice enough to give you the leftovers of their dinner.

it didn’t matter that your family was barely scraping by or that you had more burdens on your shoulders because your mother never left. she was still with you, didn’t abandon or hand you over to someone else, and that’s the thing you’re most grateful for.

because she’s the only family you have left.

giving her the space she needed but pushing for the betterment of her health when it was neglected, weeks went by like that, and you got better at doing the chores with each passing day. the bandaids on your hands lessened, your sloppy knife work got better, your knowledge on  seasonings, flavors  and what mixed together nicely, got better too, the best items to buy on sale, what time is the best to go.

then one day, three months after he left, she took a look at herself in the mirror, walked out of her room and saw you standing on a stool to cook your own food, bare of meat or eggs, only rice and veggies and seasonings.

something in her broke a second time as her face fell, and she cried, rushed over to turn off the stove and embrace you, apologizing for being a bad mother and for taking away precious time from your childhood. you patted her back and eased her worries, said how happy you were that she was back again, hugging her tightly.

soon enough, she snapped out of that rut, got a job, and worked hard on supporting you both after your dad cut off contact.

that’s why you’re happy she found someone again.

you like your mom’s new boyfriend. he sounds like a nice person, and from the few times you’ve seen them together, they’re so in love.

he’s kind to her and a gentleman, in every sense of the word. pulls her chair out before she sits down, opens the door for her, holds her purse, shopping bags, and hands, even kisses the back gently. he looks at her like she’s the only person in the world, talks about her like she’s his soulmate, and your mom gushes about him like she’s the one still in high school, not you.

they met during your senior year, about two months before you graduated, when you were focused on quadratics, the sengoku period, physics, and english compositional phrases.

your mom brought up a man she met at a coffee shop who she clicked instantly with. rambled about his brown eyes, black hair, how nice he smelled, how nice he was, how his smile reveals  a dimple in his right cheek, and how they keep bumping into each other throughout the city. be it the mall, a clothing store, a restaurant, the grocery store, or a café.

she looked the happiest you last saw her.

a month of their fated encounters, she would call them this, and he asked her out. thus began weeks of dates where they’d stay out until 10 before he drove her home and walked her right up to the front door.

before he left, he would linger because of her whining about wanting to spend more time together.

you would hear them during your study nights, giggling at the entrance of your house, saying their goodbyes but not yet separating until an hour later, a loud smooch on the lips to show that he was making his way out.

speaking of chance meetings, you had one yourself with a troublesome pair of boys at the convenience store about three streets down.

you were shopping for snacks, candy, and coffee when you bumped into someone turning a corner and dropped all of your stuff. crouching down to pick it all up, you accidentally touched the hand of whoever you knocked into, and the drop of your stomach at the contact—his hands are so cold—made you jolt back.

purple eyes stared at you. hauntingly dull before an impish sheen overtook them and he smiled, eyes brightening instantly. “are you okay? i’m sorry about bumping into you.”

you didn’t like that, how his eyes shined after being so dull didn’t sit right in your gut. it almost felt like he had something to hide, like something evil and vile was simmering behind those bright eyes of his.

clearing your throat, you told him it wasn’t a problem and went back to picking up what dropped from your basket.

on the final item, your hand reached out to a bag of chips that flew near a pair of white sneakers.

another set of eyes, more chilling than the last, landed on you. goosebumps rose as the hairs on your nape stood on end, and you realized quickly what type of people you bumped into.

when you looked up, dark, murky, completely void eyes stared back at you, and you shivered because that didn’t look like they belonged to a teenager, lavender irises and dark pupils that appeared ominous and daunting, dead yet haughty.

if eyes are the window to the soul, then you think the two boys there were fucked up.

his feet didn’t move but he glanced to where your hand was reaching for the chip bag before bouncing back to you, downturned edge of his lips prominent in a frown.

his eyes spoke for himself. what are you waiting for? clean up your mess.

that chilling glare caused more shivers to wrack your spine. he looked at you like you were beneath him, like you were a bug he stepped on, like he was looking past your flesh and skin, bones and tissues to see what laid at the center.

you dropped your gaze so quick to hastily grab the foil bag. just as you got up, your basket was handed back to you by the boy from earlier. “here you are. sorry again about bumping into you.”

“oh, it’s no problem! thank you for picking up my stuff.” you bowed your head in gratitude and he did the same while the other boy next to him never stopped his glaring.

the kinder boy smiled a little wider. “you’re welcome! see you next time,” and they both left the store with drinks in hand.

you stared a moment at the door because what did he mean ‘next time?’ did they frequent this convenience store? if so, you probably shouldn’t come here anymore. you definitely don’t want to meet them again.

the second boy was unnerving, but you think the first boy was just as scary, even if he did come off polite. he reminded you of those oni festival masks with the big smile, set of sharp teeth, and horns.

kind people who almost come off teasing like him aren’t up to any good. the little nice act, mask, facade, whatever it is they have going on, is nothing but a cheap sham.

they’re actually the meanest in a group of bullies.

but anyways, shaking off the eerie feeling you got from them, you tried hurrying home. it was nearing ten and you needed to see your mom home, wanted to make sure that she came back safe.

you made your way to the cashier, but a hand on your shoulder stopped you in place.

you jumped a little at the harsh touch and turned around, coming face to face with the manager. “are those boys your friends? they left my store without paying, and that was alcohol they had in their hands. are you all old enough to drink?”

yeah, they’re definitely no good, and you are absolutely never returning to this convenience store again. you shouldn’t have ditched the one closest to your house for a relaxing night stroll in the first place. how stupid of you, and now you got yourself in this mess.

it isn’t until a week later that you find out what the taller boy meant.

your mom told you that she and her boyfriend, sakuya, are thinking of getting married, which lead you all to this restaurant you’re at now, her and you kneeled on one side of the low table while him and his two sons, the two boys from the convenience store, are on the other side.

“these are my sons ran and rindou.” he points to the shorter one with blonde hair that falls just past his shoulders. “rindou here is the youngest.” then he brings his hand to rindou’s hair and ruffles it, laughing joyfully like rindou doesn’t look like he’s close to killing the poor man.

ran gives you a smile and a wave, props his head on his hands and asks you what your name is. you give it to him.

what is he doing? why is he acting like you haven’t met before, especially after what they subjected you to back at the convenience store?

you were taken to the police station for underage drinking. after an hour long interrogation of whether or not you really knew the boys, even though you’ve said a thousand times already that you didn’t, and a phone call to your mom that had her in hysterics, you finally came home around midnight.

with hours left before school, you couldn’t afford to pull an all nighter so your homework assignments were rushed for at least a few hours of sleep.

you barely got a passable grade.

however, watching sakuya with a closer eye, seeing the way he looks at her like she’s the only thing he needs, you rule that he really is the nice person your mom said he was. they usually drive around town doing whatever when they go on dates, and he doesn’t really spend any time in your house. your interactions mostly consist of greetings and farewells, so you couldn’t deem him worthy before.

dinner passes with light conversation from rindou who mostly ate in silence, ran who talked your ear off, and your mom mostly talking to their dad.

after that day, sakuya started hanging around the house more and his two sons would join him so all of you could have dinner together.

you moved into their house after the remarriage.

so again, you love your mom’s boyfriend. really, you do. but his sons. they’re horrible people. you don’t know how a man like that raised the atrocities that are ran and rindou.

they pull at your hair, say mean things, and annoy you when you don’t do what they want. so much so that you almost cry in frustration most times because they won’t leave you the fuck alone, and every time you bring their behavior up to your mom, ran turns into an angel, turns into a good big brother and treats you nicely. rindou trails after him and follows his lead, then you’re the one who’s too nervous and anxious of the change.

“it’s okay, baby. you’re family now.”

you cried in the bathroom after they exchanged their vows because while that’s a seal of their marriage, it’s also a seal to your fate with the brothers, who you’re stuck with now, legally and metaphorically.

and to prove this fact, ran and rindou were waiting outside the door for you. said that you’re being too bitter, and to be happier for your parents.

when you graduate high school, you get ushered to applying for the college ran and rindou attend. your mom says that it gives her relief knowing that you’ll be kept safe with your new older brothers by your side, and you nearly screamed at her obliviousness.

you don’t like ran and rindou at all.

sometimes, you feel like there’s something more to their teasing. like how ran pushed you, close to tears, into calling him “ran-nii,” and the tight grip of his hand, the dilation of his pupils, when you finally did. how rindou’s eyes finally lit up and sparkled, looked alive, when they both made you cry. how rindou got nicer after you called him “rin-nii” and asked for help against ran.

another thing you don’t like about them is how creepy they are. ever since you moved in, you’ve noticed a few of your things go missing. some panties and bras, your favorite perfume bottles or lotions. you’ve caught a whiff of your perfume in ran’s room, seen your underwear laying on rindou’s bed, peeking out from under his blanket, your missing lotion bottle on his dresser and used, all when you walked past their rooms, door ajar.

when you try to bring up your missing bottles of perfume and lotion to your parents, they laugh and say that it just means ran and rindou love you that much as their little sister.

“they think it smells nice and just want to borrow it, honey.”

when you brought up the situation with your underwear, a search through their rooms turned up nothing, but a search through yours showed that all your missing underwear was in your dresser, misplaced in your socks drawer.

“baby, you know it’s wrong to accuse people of serious things like that. panty and bra thieves, which you know isn’t true? that could ruin their reputation if it reached people outside of our home.”

you know, but your underwear really was missing and you honestly did see it in their rooms. when you looked up from where you were sitting at ran and rindou, menacing grins were etched on their faces.

oh, they really did steal my underwear. they’re just fucking messing with me. that thought had your jaw tightening and teeth grinding in anger. and your hatred , but mostly fear, of them only grew from there.

they walk you to school everyday, when you finally get accepted—they chose your classes and made sure it fit with their schedules. ran is a senior and rindou is a junior, and you’re a freshman who makes a name for herself as ‘the haitani brothers’ little sister.’

they drag you to their hang out spots, parties, study sessions, and lunch, everything that they have a hand in at school, their precious baby sister has to go with them. their friends and every guy on campus knows not to mess with you or even come near you, knows not to lay a hand on you either. the girls who like them approach you often to get their numbers, or try to make you play matchmaker, but ran and rindou always drag you away before you can agree.

they know that you’d gladly get them girlfriends if it means they’d leave you alone.

there are some days you’re free of them, such as days where your friends are free to hang out, when you have group projects or assignments, and when ran and rindou have their own internships and projects.

you can’t be left alone anymore, lest ran and rindou bug you if you are.

your parents love seeing you three together, thinks ran and rindou are being good big brothers and that you’re all bonding. furthermore, your parents have more time for each other. their dad looks the happiest and most clueless but occasionally, your mom looks at you in confusion, and she analyzes your reactions.

if you’re both so close, why do you constantly flinch in their presence? why do you look so distraught and scared of being dragged around by them? why do you often lock yourself in your room like something bad will happen if you don’t? you didn’t use to do that before, and why does her stomach feel heavy whenever she sees you left alone with them?

(a mother’s instincts can never be wrong.)

but all of those questions slip her mind when she feels the warm hands at  her sides  pulling her in for a hug, and she melts into the touch, forgetting  about your problems all together when sakuya kisses her.

your pleading eyes get overlooked when he whisks her away to their shared room.

ran and rindou’s father is nice and kind, really he is, but god is he stupid. how can you live with two monsters and not get cold feet? not get a sharper sense of trouble? an instinctual ping of “you feel like something bad is gonna happen?”

how can you not check in on your sons and see the lies that they spin, the little horns on their heads, the brewing storm of violence and destruction in their eyes?

you’re glad that you lock your door every night without fail and that you hid the spare key to your room. you’re glad that your mom never decided to make a master key. you can sleep soundly and safe at night because you can hear the floor creaking, your doorknob rattling, and footsteps outside your door, a silhouette lurking underneath.

no, make that two.

ran is shameless. makes you freeze up in fear sometimes. he isn’t afraid to touch you or get close enough to groping you in public, underneath tables and in quiet places where it’s just the three of you.

when you end up in these situations  with them, you always make sure to turn it in your favor. someone forgot their stuff in the room? you ask what class they have next and walk out with them. when ran and rindou’s friends ask the three of you to eat lunch with them, you agree quickly and follow after them. the few friends you were able to make guide you out of their grasp when they want to hang out.

these fortunate disruptions have kept ran and rindou at bay, preventing them from getting bold enough to do more outside of your house, as your parents’ presence restrain them there.

but everything comes crashing down when your parents leave for a trip.

“are you sure that you don’t want to come with us? this could be our first family vacation.” your mom asks, putting on her straw sun hat and looking over her appearance in the mirror next to the front door where your step dad is loading their stuff into the car.

“we’re okay! you and dad should take the time to have a vacation just by yourselves. consider this your honeymoon!” ran exclaims.

your mom laughs. “alright then. take care of your sister you two. she gets lonely without me and when she’s by herself for too long, but she’s too stubborn to seek others out.”

she smiles fondly at you and pecks your cheek, the way she used to when it was just you and her, before the new addition, and you nearly cry, remembering the peaceful days without ran and rindou.

watching her walk away, leaving you alone with the brothers, you decide to abandon your previous inhibitions. if you went with them, there’d be countless times you’ll probably end up third wheeling them, but you don’t care.

you don’t think you can survive here, with them, by yourself.

opening your mouth, the words “i want to go too” are on the tip of your tongue, but rindou pinches you on the arm, right beside you, and your mouth shuts close as you suppress a yelp of pain.

missing your chance, you watch in anguish as she walks out the door, hand in sakuya’s, and shuts it behind her.

she’s gone. off to kyoto. you almost seeth in rage, mouth twisted into a snarl, but the pang of sadness in your heart makes the little hiccup of a sob leave your mouth instead, and tears dot along your eyes.

you can see how you’re slowly starting to lose your mom to your stepdad, and that is a depressing thought that has been weighing on your mind for the past month.

the house is quiet for a minute, neither of you moving. ran breaks the silence. “well then. that’s that.”

he takes your hand in his and starts tugging you towards the living room, rindou pushing you forwards from the back, but a knock at the door interrupts him.

ran clicks his tongue and frowns. you shiver at the look of annoyance on his face. very rarely do you see anything but a smile on his face, and now that you have seen it, you think he looks just as intimidating as rindou. there’s a vast difference in ran’s bubbly facade to his lax face, and if you’re being honest, you’d gladly prefer his smile anytime over his frowning face.

letting go of your hand, he walks to the door. when he opens it, you see a mop of brown hair skimming past his shoulders.

“hi ran! is your sister in?” it’s your friend, who came just in time to pick you up.

you texted her earlier asking if she wanted to hang out for the week, and if she wanted to have a sleepover too, as it is summer break. you and her can have the whole week to yourselves, which she agreed to.

with this, you hope you can avoid ran and rindou.

now there’s no one to stop them from doing what they want if you stayed home, and you think you know what it is that they want, the lingering touches and stares at your lips, chest, waist, and legs have told you enough.

if you want to remain safe and out of their clutches, then you need to spend as much time out of the house as you can.

ran opens his mouth, but his words don’t come out in time. “chiyu! come in!”

you walk past rindou and pull her inside. “me and chiyu are hanging out today, and i’m also spending the night at her house.”

looking at ran and rindou, you say this not as a question or to ask for permission, but as a notice.

you’re going to leave this house one way or another, you refuse to be confined and made vulnerable to them, and ran knows this, knows he can’t really do anything about it so he smiles again and tells you to go ahead. rindou says nothing on the matter, assuming that he has no problems with it.

when you take chiyu’s hand and turn your back to walk up the stairs, ran’s smile drops and rindou stares holes into the back of your head. you got yourself out of this one, but your luck is going to run out soon, they’ll make sure of that.

closing your door and locking it, you remove a duffel bag from your closet and start filling it with packed clothes, underwear, bras, and your toothbrush.

“your brothers always look so fine whenever i see them.”

your lips twist into a disgusted frown at that. “they’re really not.”

chiyu lays on your bed and takes out her phone. “alright then. whatever you say.” she turns back to you. “wait, why are you packing so many clothes?”

“oh, i was wondering if i could stay at your house for the whole week. it’s boring here without my mom and my brothers are annoying.” your voice sounds strained. chiyu wonders why but she doesn’t ask, doesn’t think much on why you hate ran and rindou so much.

“but won’t they tell your parents about it?”

you turn to her and the gentle, fond gleam of your eyes melts her heart a little. “what? you don’t want to spend the whole week with me? they take up so much of my time for these stupid ‘bonding’ activities, and i haven’t been able to hang out with you much.”

your voice is faint, as is the sad downturn of your smile, when you say, “i miss you, chiyu.”

her cheeks turn red and she pouts, turning back around to bury her head in her arms. clicking her tongue, she says softly, “alright. i got it.”

she scrolls through her feed in the meantime, kicking her feet back and forth in the air.

a beat of silence washes over your room as you pack. chiyu breaks the quiet at times when she giggles at something funny she found before showing you, taps into a video with sound, or when her keyboard clacks at a text she writes.

it’s relaxing not having ran and rindou breathing down your neck. the few days you get to yourself are sparse.

when you’re done, you zip up the bag and hoist it on your shoulder, grabbing chiyu’s hand to walk out together.

the days go by quick as you spend the majority of it with her and a few other friends. you watch movies with them, visit the beach, go to one of the summer festivals hosted this week, light up fireworks at night, eat at cafes and restaurants, have barbecues, and so much more.

you feel the burdens of your heart disintegrate into dust with each genuine laugh you give, with each smile you make, the big turn of your lips that make your teeth peek out. cheeky and gleeful. something you haven’t felt in a long time.

it feels good to be happy again.

chiyu’s parents were a little worried at first on whether the brothers would be okay with you sleeping over the entire week. they had no objections to your stay. however, a simple phone call to ran erased their worries, and like that you were set.

if you needed to come home to get something, you made sure to bring chiyu or one of your other friends over, so you wouldn’t be left alone with them, even for a second.

you might be a bit too paranoid, but you don’t care. better safe than sorry because you know all hell will break loose when you stay overnight at your house with just the three of you.

and you’re right, so right.

the tiny beats of your heart hurt your chest. you feel like it’ll explode into a million pieces if it goes any faster.

chiyu announces that she has to go visit her grandparents for the remainder of the week. numerous calls to your other friends inform you that they’ll all be out of their houses on a family trip. you debated on asking chiyu if you could come along for the visit but refrained from asking since she’s already let you stay over.

three days. just three days. can you even last that long fending for yourself?

“mhmm?”

ran pokes his head out from the kitchen when he hears the door lock turning and opening, seeing you step inside. “now what’s this? i thought you were gonna spend the whole week away.”

the glare you send him is deadly but ran has no problems with it. “change of plans.”

he thinks you look like a cute little chihuahua barking up a tree. “do you want to eat dinner together then?”

you haul your duffel bag up the stairs. “no thanks. i already ate and i’m full for the day.”

you’re actually not. your stomach grumbled as soon as you reached your room, but it’s okay. you ate breakfast at chiyu’s house before you left, and there’s a drawer full of snacks in your nightstand, a mini refrigerator that you begged your parents to buy, all so you can hunker down in your room for a situation like this.

the rest of the day goes by smoothly. you spend most of it going back and forth between your phone and your laptop watching shows, scrolling through your feed, going on youtube.

when it comes time to brush your teeth, you get a little nervous. you ran out of whitening strips, and your retainer went missing, so you had no alternative way to clean your teeth before going to sleep, which lead you to the bathroom.

fortunately, the door was right in front of your room, which made it easy for a quick and safe return, lest the shadows close on your heels overtook you.

once you locked the door again, a knock came before you could even reach the bed, and rindou’s low monotone voice flooded the other side. “we’re watching a movie. you wanna join?”

“no thanks.”

he dropped the conversation after that, walking back downstairs. rindou doesn’t try to convince or persuade you into doing things like ran does. he knows that when you say no, you mean it. you’re a little stubborn, but he guesses the reason why you’re so adamant on refusing them is because you hate them.

around five hours later, when the house is quiet and ran and rindou retired to their rooms long ago, after laying in bed on your phone, you get drowsy.

neon red numbers reading 12:00 beam at you.

it’s late and you should go to sleep. you need to wake up early for breakfast before they wake up. pulling the covers over your shoulder and putting your phone down, you close your eyes, but your peace doesn’t last long, because the doorknob jiggles again tonight but this time, you hear the lock tinkling and shifting.

you sit up, the slow beats of your heart intensifying as you realize that they’re going to pick your lock and force their way inside.

you jump out of bed, adrenaline rushing in your veins, helping the gears in your brain turn. you open the window. you might be on the second floor but it’s not much of a jump. the balcony stretches out beyond the front door and there’s a pipe next to it that you can climb down.

should you fall, there’s a thick bush beneath, but that’s not what you’re gonna do.

leaving the window wide open, you turn back around and tiptoe to the closet, opening the door a crack, making sure there’s no creak of the old wood, and climb inside. moving old blankets and stacked clothes to the side, you wiggle your way to the back and push the blankets and clothes in front of you to act as cover.

the lock clicks and the door swings open.

footsteps shuffle inside and walk to the window. you hold your breath as another pair of feet walk to the closet. the door swings open and all is quiet as either ran or rindou look inside.

a beat passes before you hear the window shut, the closet too, and their footsteps recede to the door. the room is silent once again. ran and rindou’s breath resonating throughout the empty space while you breathed slowly and quietly.

you can’t slip up, and you can’t relax yet. they’re still inside.

finally, your door opens and shuts, and the footsteps slowly disappear, but you’re too scared to leave, so you wait five minutes, slowly catching your breath, letting your body relax from its tight coil.

when your heart slows down, you start making your way out. pushing storage aside, you slowly move to the entrance. careful not to let any thuds, creaks, or scratches ring out.

since they’re gone, you can probably leave from the window now. the front door is too risky. they might even be searching all over the house.

if you grab the money in your nightstand drawer, you can rent a hotel room. you don’t want to enter the police station, they’ll just take you back home. hotels can be expensive though, so you’ll search for cheap rooms around the area on your phone. good thing your mom and stepdad gave you extra money for the three of you that you kept for yourself. ran and rindou don’t deserve it anyway. they can rot in hell for all—

the door creaks open once again.

“ah. there you are.”

the blood in your veins freeze over, and your body roots itself to the spot, paralyzed in fear. shakily, you bring your head up. two pairs of eyes watch you, waiting for your next move. panic erupts in your heart, growing with each tandem beat that echoes in your ears. the lump in your throat feels suffocating, and you almost feel like choking up.

ran and rindou are right there, and there is nowhere for you to run.

a shuddered breath leaves your mouth, and your heart plummets, small droplets of tears dot along your waterline, and ran reaches for you. that is when your body finally responds, fight or flight instincts kicked in. you jump back from the revolting touch, trying to scramble your way into the depths of the closet again.

don’t touch me. it’s a simple wish, a simple demand, an absolute right, but ran doesn’t care. he ignores you in favor of grabbing your forearm to stop your struggling and pull you out, or at least tries. because you push back with the same, if not more, force with all of your might.

your body scuffles against the floor of the closet and you think for a second that maybe you can fight them off. a baseball bat rests next to you on one side and an umbrella is on the other. grabbing any of these two items will give you a weapon to fight with and a higher chance of survival, but then rindou grabs your other arm just as you start to reach for the bat, and he pulls.

their strength is greater than yours, and the three of you come tumbling down.

you land on rindou.

raising your elbow, you try to smash that down into his ribs, break them and hopefully puncture a lung or stab into his heart, but ran catches you, loops his arms so he can hook yours onto them behind you.

during your struggling, you thrashed around and hit your cheek against ran’s head, and his grip loosened as you both bent over in pain.

the room is mostly silent, save for your breathing and groans, but something clicks in the deep recesses of your mind when you take in the situation with a calmer head, talking yourself down and holding your bruising cheek, you remember something.

the day your dad left, after he picked up the glass vase on the table, he threw it to the side, and it shattered, which scared your mom because you happened to be standing in that exact same spot. a shard of glass flew off the wall and cut your cheek. warm blood seeped down your cheek like tears, and some plopped onto the floor.

then the rest of the memory plays out like a movie.

how your mom ran over to wipe the blood off herself with just her shirt, squeezing you tight and crying into your hair, how your dad took a glance at you, and the disgusted look in his eyes. the same one rindou gave you back at the convenience store.

that explains why his eyes creep you out so much. there’s a strong hate that swims in them. it’s enough to pierce right through you, right to your soul, and it stabs into you with the intent to harm.

your breathing gets a little heavier. it doesn’t help that ran and rindou won’t let you go.

wheezing and heaving breaths are leaving your mouth now. your head feels light, like your blood isn’t circulating there, and no matter how deep of a breath you take, you feel like you can’t breathe. your ears are starting to ring and you curl up into yourself, if only to get some space away from the two of them, if only to hide from everything.

ran’s groans of pain fall silent, then you feel him hug you from behind but it only makes you flinch, and rindou cages you between him and ran from the front. you’re sandwiched between the both of them as ran rubs your shoulder.

“hey. it’s okay. breathe with me. in and out, just like that.” ran talks softly, and rindou’s grip on your biceps is tight, like he’s trying to ground you, let you know that he’s there through the overturned gears of your head that’s narrowing your vision and perception.

you follow ran’s example and take deep breathes. blood starts pumping to your heart again and everything goes back to normal, the fog in your head disappears with each circulation, your anxiety eases, and you slouch down into rindou’s chest, ran slouching into you.

the rough beats of rindou’s heart pound against your forehead, and you find comfort in that somehow.

ran wraps his arms around your waist.

the calmness of the moment encourages you to ask one last time, “why can’t you leave me alone?” to see if they’ll listen to you, or if they’ll ignore you and go through with what they planned.

“we can’t help that. just love our baby sister too much.” ran kisses the spot between your right shoulder and nape.

the soft touch of his lips tickle you a little. you’re sensitive around the neck and shoulders, so you twitch in his hold, clutching your hands onto rindou’s shirt.

“does that feel good?”

you hum your protest and shake your head, but ran does it again in an open mouthed kiss and a moan slips past your lips.

that makes you freeze dead in your tracks, ran doing the same. his growing erection presses against your lower back through his sweatpants, and rindou’s presses against your ankle.

“huh. i guess it feels good then.”

“no, it doesn’t. stop doing that.” you grit through your teeth.

ran does it a third time, biting you, and you tense up as your pussy squelches, slick starting to pool in your panties.

“i don’t think she feels the same way as you.” ran chuckles before pulling away. him and rindou lock eyes, and rindou pulls away from you too.

they lift you up and carry you to the bed.

“no! stop!” wriggling your wrists out of their grip to no avail, you end up in front of rindou, your back to his chest, and ran in front of you.

rindou brings his arms up, wrapping them around you, locking yours underneath his. he lays you on his chest as ran lowers to his knees and spreads your legs open.

he keeps his grip tight when you struggle to close your legs again. “now, there’s no need for that. relax for me, or i can’t make you feel good.”

“i don’t want to feel good. i don’t like this. don’t do this.” when he ignores you, pulling your underwear down your thighs, you settle for begging.

“please, ran-nii.”

that just made things worse.

ran looks up at you with a dark tint to his eyes and gives you a soft kiss on your lips before ripping your panties off entirely, pushing your legs apart for him to dive straight into your cunt.

your breath hitched, legs twitching when he dragged his tongue across your slit, tip licking circles into your clit before he sunk his tongue inside you.

he’s not listening anymore, so you plead your case to the brother behind you. “rindou, don’t let him do this to me.”

rindou gave a hum, contemplating your request in his head before opening his mouth. “ask me a little more nicely, and i might help you.”

your heart nearly sank to your stomach at the implications of his words. you know what makes him nicer, makes him a little happier, makes him swoon and soften his heart enough so he’s willing to help.

your voice breaks as you ask him again, more nicely like he told you. “r-rin-nii, please tell ran-nii to stop. he’s scaring me.”

rindou’s breath hitches and you can hear the heavy beating of his heart behind you. he rests his chin on your shoulder and nuzzles his cheek next to yours. “he’s scaring you?” he coos. “don’t worry about ran nii-chan. i’ll kick him if he starts hurting you.”

“oh fuck. that’s a good one rin.” ran exclaims below you, eyes peeking above your thighs where he rubs soft patterns, other hand starting to pull his sweatpants down. “call me that next time. ran nii-chan.”

sobs bubble up your throat, and you start screaming and kicking. “no! i don’t want this. get off of me! i’m gonna tell our parents everything about the disgusting things you do.”

the both of them turn quiet.

you’ve been putting off telling the whole truth for the greater good of your mother. she’d be heartbroken if she found out that the two brothers who were supposed to be taking care of you are actually the ones you need protection from the most, and even if she ends up breaking up with sakuya, you think she would be happier to have your pain stop.

hopefully she still loves you that much.

or maybe, they can get ran and rindou arrested instead and your family gets reduced to three. you’d actually like that a lot better. the three of you would be happier without them in the picture.

“do you really want that to happen?” ran breaks the heavy silence. “what would your mother say, after finally finding another man who makes her happy? when her previous one was a piece of shit who cheated on her.”

your brows furrow. “they had their differences and divorced because they didn’t love each other anymore, not because he cheated.”

that’s what your mom told you.

ran’s eyes shine in amusement and his smile gets a little taunting. “oh. she didn’t tell you, did she?”

your lip starts trembling. you don’t like where this conversation is going. “tell me what?”

“i see. your mom doesn’t really trust you.”

your heart starts racing again. “what are you talking about?”

the silence is thick as you wait for his response, wait on bated breath for his explanation, but rindou’s lazy drawl next to your ear jolts you out of your panic. “your shitty dad cheated on her. fucked other women. you know, stuff like that.”

the tears break from your eyes and they fall in fat droplets.

when ran tries to push his way inside, your pussy clenches on his dick and stops him from moving any further.

“you haven’t done it with a man before, have you?” his eyes curve into crescents, in time with the quirk of his lips when he smiles. “don’t worry. your nii-chan will take good care of you.”

he slowly pushes inside, inch by inch, pausing when you clench on him too tight. he catches the gloopy drops of pre sliding down his shaft and lathers his fingers in it before he’s rubbing tiny circles into your clit. the friction of his thumb causes your legs to twitch harder, continuing his breach when you loosen up and doing the same thing again when you tighten up.

finally, after a few minutes of this process, ran bottoms out and groans, hips shaking and desperate to start pistoning inside your tight cunt, but he stops himself, for you.

the fingers on your clit don’t stop circling and when it hardens to a point where it starts sticking out of its little hood, he spits on it to create more lube.

rindou’s erection twitches at your back, and his breathing on your ear got heavier.

he tugs his joggers and briefs down, the fat tip of his girthy cock nudging against an ass cheek, too heavy to stand upright, and a drop of pre falls on you, which starts a chain reaction.

pre leaks from rindou’s cockslit like a running faucet. it’s endless and gooey, and rindou moans when he strokes his dick to your ass cheek.

meanwhile ran starts a steady pace on your pussy, dick hitting into your sweet spot at each thrust. his pace pushes you back onto rindou, your ass cheek rubbing heavily against his erection.

but when ran continues playing with your clit again, timed with his rough thrusts, the band of pleasure flaring in your stomach snaps and you gush around his cock.

he keeps going still, riding out your high and then some before cumming inside you.

ran slouches down on your other shoulder not obstructed by rindou, who stopped stroking his cock, but you can tell that he’s still aroused by how it throbs against you.

ran pulls out of your dripping pussy when he catches his breath. fat, white globs of cum splatter onto your bedsheets, and they switch spots, rindou lifting you up by your hips to turn you around to him.

he clicks his tongue. “ why’d you come inside ran. don’t wanna fuck her with your nasty cum in the way.”

ran chuckles behind you, arms wrapped around your body just like rindou was, but his chin is resting on your head.

rindou shoves three fingers inside without warning and you tense up, cunt tightening again. he scoops a pool of ran’s cum in his fingers and brings it to your panting mouth that shuts close immediately.

“come on, do it for rin-nii. wanna fuck you right without ran’s cum still inside.” you shake your head.

ran’s hand is on your jaw in a split second and he digs his fingers into the hollow of your cheeks, effectively squishing them and opening your mouth in a tiny pout. rindou takes that chance to push the thumb of his other hand inside, hooking it onto your cheek to enlarge the tiny gap, and he pushes the fingers holding ran’s cum inside your mouth.

you almost gag at the slimy texture. it’s a little bitter but how it slides around on your tongue disgusts you more than the taste. rindou pinches your nose closed and your throat tightens up, having no choice but to swallow it.

it takes more than one gulp to down the whole thing in your mouth like swallowing peanut butter, and when it’s done, you heave a deep breath.

“oh, look at her. she’s all fucked out.”

rindou strokes his cock before pushing the fat tip inside and your pussy stretches to accommodate his size.  he’s thicke than ran, so there’s a little pain but he bottoms out soon and nudges against your spongy walls that turned sensitive after ran’s turn. some cum gushes out of you, sticking to rindou’s shaft, dropping to the base of his dick, where a ring of white starts to pool.

“we’re not done with you yet.” ran coos above you, arm tightening in their hold. “try to keep up with us.”

—

throughout the rest of the week, you spend most of that time at home at ran and rindou’s insistence. they cook dinner with you, go grocery shopping, watch movies, play video games during the mornings and afternoons, but at night they fuck you for hours on end like animals in heat, and on the final day before your parents come back,  you realize something as the three of you lay in your bed ready to sleep, ran and rindou squished to your side, treating you like a body pillow as they wrap their arms around you and entangle their legs.

if this is how things are going to be from now on, after finally accepting their love, maybe it would be nice to let this continue. your mom’s too busy with her new husband to care about you anymore, and you’ve been so lonely without her company.

maybe loving ran and rindou as your big brothers isn’t so bad after all. they’re nice when you listen to them, and they make you feel good. they spoil and pamper you, and it’s nice to have someone care about you.

it feels nice to have someone’s full attention without working tirelessly for it, and it’s not like they’ll stop anytime soon after the first hit

as rindou’s slumbering breaths on your neck guide you into following his, and ran’s steady heartbeat calming your erratic one down, you fall asleep quite peacefully.

your parents come home the next day, around the evening because of their delayed flight.

“hi baby! we’re back.” she gives your head a smooch and goes to the living room to put down her purse. ran and rindou step outside to help their dad with the baggage and gifts.

your mom takes a look at your beaming face and glowing skin. “how was bonding with your brothers? did you have fun, baby.”

you take a moment to reflect on the previous days before your smile widens. “mhmm!”

rindou’s cum starts to dribble out of your pussy just as ran’s cum does the same from your ass—yeah, you’ve come to terms with them.

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Dumb

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

Minors do not interact pls

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

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

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

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

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

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

So you try not to ask too many questions.

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

Dumb.

Your relationship with Ran progresses quickly.

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

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

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

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

But he is a businessman.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your sex life. Or lack thereof.

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

Afraid of choosing the wrong guy.

But you are sure that Ran was the one.

Until he comes home in blood one night.

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

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

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

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

It isn’t his blood you realize.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But the scariest addition to your life is Rindou.

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

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

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

Dumb.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What secrets?”

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

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

What? “Um...yes, but I - “

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

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

“Good. Now drop it.”

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

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

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

A warning.

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

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

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

Your tears wet the pillowcase.

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

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

Things between you two change drastically.

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

His coworkers are not happy about this at all.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So you decide to leave.

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

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

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

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

And you try.

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

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

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

...

But Ran Haitani can’t live without you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not going. Please, just leave -“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you are embarrassingly wet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your Ran.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dumb.

It’s National Suicide Prevention Month

In the month of September organizations for suicide prevention and allies of the suicide prevention community advocated together to promote awareness for suicide prevention.

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𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ─── as the last woman on earth, a government bounty marks you as humanity’s only hope for repopulation. unexpectedly, stumbling into your college football team becomes your lifeline, but instead of turning you in, they want to impregnate you on their own terms.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ─── you're now reading . . . 𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 + 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 with isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, barou shoei, kunigami rensuke, chigiri hyoma, nagi seishiro & mikage reo

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ─── fem!reader, mentions of sexism in medicine, gangbang, breeding, cunninlingus, unprotected s*x, mild degradation, reader gets spanked once, mentions of food, mentions of babies, mentions of pregnancy, reverse harem, reader gets kidnapped, creampies, double penetration, nipple play, mentions of viral outbreaks, home isolation, mentions of human torture and experimentation, apocalypse AU, dark content ahead (10k+ words i am sick in the head)

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One thing about life you were coming to find out in your short existence, was that it could change in the blink of an eye.

One day, you’re a popular cheerleader everyone loves, on the Dean’s List and speeding through to a life of accolades and financial stability, then the next, a viral outbreak spirals out of control, infecting and offing only women. 

It started with rapid coughing and sneezing. Many expert scientists cited a woman's inferior immune system compared to men. They barely paid any attention to the growing casualties in one half of the population, just like how they turned a blind eye to PCOS or the persistent chronic pain most women seemed to experience throughout their lives. 

As the voices of one half went unheard, the dire consequences slapped mankind fully in the face. 

Birth rates dropped, many nations lost their manpower and society became increasingly violent and hostile. 

Those women that were left were transferred to medical facilities under the guise of rehabilitating them. But, there were the rumours of abuse and medical experiments that arose from shady forums and chat groups. 

You had read some of them from Jienna’s laptop when she was still alive.

Your best friend and roommate was an advocate for women’s rights, even before the world hadn’t gone to shit, and she was the first one who opened your eyes to the blatant mistreatment women were going through official medical channels. When the virus hit, the both of you huddled in your shared dormitory, trading packets of ramen and stories while waiting for more aid to come. 

She always had such a bright smile and determination. The day the virus took her away from you was one you could never forget. 

Jienna laid on her bed, a grey pallor overtaking her once radiant skin. The skincare she religiously applied was gathering dust on her dresser, and everytime she exhaled, it sounded coarser and coarser.

Eventually, she closed her eyes and never awoke again, and you had to page the medical team to extract her body, all while tears streamed down your cheeks and you were hovering on the edge of a full meltdown.

Your family across the country couldn’t even come and see you; your brothers were barred from taking you back home, as every woman in the district was given strict orders to remain at home and behind locked doors to keep the virus away. 

But, it always managed to slip through the cracks. Whether it was from infected food or contaminated medical equipment. 

The virus killed any female it touched.

News reports began surfacing that hens were dying out, impacting the supply of eggs. Cows were dropping dead in fields, the world’s milk supply running dry for the first time in existence. The pregnant black cat you used to feed behind your dorms was found dead behind a dumpster by a group of computer science boys. 

Slowly, the world descended into chaos, and more and more women were disappearing.

It was exactly day 40 of your lockdown when you decided you would run away.

Packing every non-perishable canned food you could find into a big bag, you waited until dusk fell and when the nurses would hand you your dinner. You knew it would be one of the older security guys who used to direct parking on your campus, and he had a bad hip so he couldn’t chase you down. 

As much as you hated hurting him, the first punch in his face was enough to knock him out cold. You hopped over his body, careening down the hallway and pushing yourself towards the outside of the college campus. 

Luck was on your side when you dashed out the front door to find an idle truck. It was from one of the block rangers, and you didn’t hesitate to jump inside of it, revving the engine and stepping down on the gas pedal. 

Someone yelled out your name, but you were too fired up to care. In your mind, you decided it would be better to die from the virus than staying cooped up for the rest of your life. At least with dying, you would be free. 

You had no plan and no idea what to do next but to race towards the closest abandoned building you could find. Jienna had told you about it during her dying days—how there was a series of abandoned buildings just at the edge of town where defiant women stayed the last of their days there. 

Having seen with your own eyes what the virus did to your roommate, you were sure you were prepared to go out the same way. There would be a few days where your immune system fought back, but without the right food and care, you would waste yourself away.

Better than being trapped forever in a small dorm. You viciously gunned the engine and raced towards that shining beacon of hope. 

The buildings out of town were abandoned like Jienna said, and you prepared to set up your death camp. The concrete slab walls were drab and the floor was too hard and cold to sleep on, but you made do with a blanket you managed to steal from the lobby. 

Days passed and soon, you were starting to wonder if the virus was even real. Your meals consisted of canned beans and whatever scraps you could find in the dumpster nearby. You didn’t dare to light a fire in case it might attract someone’s attention, and your showers were virtually non-existent.

Maybe I shouldn’t have left the dorms. 

Those thoughts of ‘what if’ and ‘should haves’ kept you up at night and haunted your waking moments. 

One day, you thought you heard footsteps echoing down the hallways, but then, you found out it was just a bunch of squatters looking for a place to sleep. They turned their nose up on the squalor and left you alone feeling bemused and a little disappointed that not even the lowest rank of humanity would want to spend a night at a place you consistently slept in. 

But, your newfound freedom was too good to be true.

It had been too quiet and too peaceful. The bubble was waiting to pop and your hopes burst one day when you awoke in cold sweat to hear a man’s voice down the hallways.

“... heard she escaped here…” 

“Are you sure?” 

The fatigue weighing you down shot out of your system and you sat up ramrod straight, rushing to get your goods without making a sound. 

“No news of… gotta be the last one in the vicinity…” 

You hurriedly stuffed your blanket into your backpack, taking care not to breathe too loud in case they might hear. The beam of a flashlight pricked your irises, and having lived for a while in the dark, you weren’t used to such brightness.

Squinting, you stayed close to the walls, slinging your bag onto your shoulders and preparing to depart down a flight of steps straight into the forest fringing these buildings. Your flexibility as a cheerleader back in your old life helped you out to creep on the floors quietly, extending one leg and then another while keeping close to the walls. 

However, you didn’t see where your foot landed, and before you could stop in mid-step, the empty can of beans went clattering to the ground.

For a split second, all you could hear was your breath and the rush of blood in your ears.

The beam of light immediately swung towards your direction, illuminating your left leg and the implicated empty can in question. 

Shit. You had been discovered.

“Wait!” One of the men yelled, but you didn’t stop to listen. Hightailing it out of here, you sprinted to the entrance, about to escape into the night when you felt a bigger body slam into you from the side. 

Screaming out, you barely caught a glimpse of your perpetrator, but he was holding you down with his larger body, pinning you right to the dirty ground.

“Got her!” he yelled back to other men. “It’s a girl! She’s here!” 

You blindly reached your hand out and felt the sharp edge of a rock cut into your palm. Swinging it towards him, you bashed the side of his head, and in the glimpses of light from the shining moon up ahead, you caught sight of his vivid, dark hair. 

The man yelped and stumbled back, staunching the heavy flow of blood oozing from his right cheek.

“Fuck!” he bellowed, and you used his momentum of shock to push him off of you. 

But, he had enough dexterity to clamp a hand around your knee, bringing you back down to the ground. 

“No!” you started to scream and sob. “Please! Let me go!” 

Someone else came to his rescue, holding you down. You felt ropes around your wrists, drawing them behind your back. Your sobs were muffled by a bag thrown over your head, and for good measure, they tied your ankles, too. It took two of them to carry you into a car, and you were laid on someone’s lap, his arms roping around you and pressing you to his chest. 

As the men piled back into the car, you started to sob when you heard the engine ignite. 

“Ssh, it’s okay,” the man who held you crooned. “It’s gonna be fine, Y/N.” 

Through your tears, you recognized that they knew your name. 

A hand touched your knee, rubbing it soothingly. “We’re not here to hurt you.”

That voice. You had heard it before. It brought to mind dark blue eyes and a mop of dark hair. A pair of toned legs tearing through a football field and a charming, lopsided smile.

“I-Isagi?” 

He hummed. “It’s me, Y/N. Barou’s holding you, by the way.” 

In answer, the self-proclaimed king of the field back from when your college days consisted of study horrors and not a world crisis, flooded your mind with stark familiarity when he exhaled out your name. 

“Hey, Y/N.” 

“It’s the boys from the football team,” Isagi informed you, like you were on a road trip with them instead of forcefully being kidnapped against your own will. 

“H-how did you find me?” The bag they stuffed over your head smelled musty, and you struggled to talk through it. “C-can you get this fucking thing off my head?” 

Someone pried the sack off, and you inhaled in deep gusts of air, your wide eyes taking in the darkened interior of this truck and the boys who were holding you hostage. 

Isagi had lost a bit of weight since you last saw him. The last you heard of the Blue Lock team’s co-captain was that he had lost his mother to the virus and the school had started a fund for him to cover her funeral expenses. Turning your eyes towards the man who was holding you, Barou’s jaw was tight, and his eyes were heavy with dark circles.

The man driving was Kunigami, whose hands were white-knuckled fists on the steering wheel. Next to him in the passenger, bleeding out from his cheek, was Itoshi Rin. You noticed how he side-eyed you from the front, and returned his evasive look with a frosty glare. 

Lastly, at the back of this 8-seater was Chigiri, Nagi and Reo—the former two being the most unlikely combination of acquaintances you had ever seen join this ragtag group of football bros. Nagi and Reo were famous for being fused at the hip since they both started their business degree courses together. They rarely fraternised with anyone else outside of their coursemates, much less kidnap some random woman. 

At the reminder of your predicament, you squirmed, accidentally rubbing your ass all over Barou’s crotch. He didn’t react beyond a low hiss of, “Quit it,” those thick and sturdy arms tightening around your trembling body. You tried to ignore how you could feel something hard poking your lower back. 

“Why did you kidnap me?” you demanded off the bat. “How did you find me? What are you going to do with me?” 

Those rapid questions were met with silence. You flitted your gaze to each of them, and through the passing snatches of orange streetlights, you saw every one of their expressions drenched in guilt. 

“We… don’t know.” 

Isagi was the one who spoke first, preparing himself to earn your rage.

“You don’t know?” you mumbled, growing more incensed every minute with how they had wrenched you from your peaceful life in the ruins. “You don’t know where you’re taking me. What you’re planning to do with me. You don’t know the reason why you went through all that trouble to track me down. You don’t—”

“It’s because you have a bounty on your head.”

Rin’s voice cut through your growing tirade, leaving you cold with disbelief.

“I… what?” 

On your right, Isagi nodded, rubbing the back of his neck like he would rather be somewhere else than in this vehicle having such a difficult conversation. 

“After you escaped, the officials posted your bounty and your suspected whereabouts. Um, it’s uh… well, Y/N… you’re the last woman alive from our college.” 

You exhaled, feeling your chest constrict and tears prick your eyes. 

All your lecturers… your friends… your cheerleading gang… 

“Are they all gone?” The boys didn’t comment on your thick voice or the unshed tears. 

Kunigami was the first one to express his remorse. “I’m sorry, Y/N. That’s the truth.” 

Rin decided to rip the bandaid off quicker, leaving you reeling in confusion and despair. “The authorities put up notices for you because your status was unknown. They said that anyone who brought you back—dead or alive—would receive two million yen.”

The reality of your situation settled in like sentiment falling to the bottom of a glass jar. 

You felt cold all over, your heartbeat right in your throat.

“So, you’re either going to k-kill me or turn me in, huh?” 

Your heavy question was met with silence. 

Surprisingly, it was Nagi at the back who piped up in his lazy, drawling tone. “Actually… we have a better plan.” 

Isagi was the first to react. He shot Nagi a murderous look, shaking his head. Kunigami glanced at the white-haired man through the rearview mirror with narrowed eyes, and Rin’s scowl deepened. Chigiri, who had been quiet throughout this entire exchange, sighed out, “Idiot” under his breath.

The only one who looked supportive of what Nagi had to say was—no surprise there—Reo himself.

“It’s a good plan! She’s still healthy,” he argued on behalf of his best friend. Nagi nodded, humming. 

“The virus should’ve taken her out weeks ago, but she managed to survive all on her own in such dirty conditions… I really think we should give it a shot.”

The air in the car changed; thickening and becoming ripe with tension. Barou’s arms suddenly felt too hot around your body, and you broke out into a sweat.

“It could work,” Isagi started out slowly, rubbing his chin. He had a look on his face you knew all too well—that calculative, goal-hungry stare that would eventually destroy his enemies. 

Rin tilted his head towards the backseat, his turquoise eyes drawing circles on the car’s water-stained ceiling. “Do you think that would be legal for us to do?” 

“We have to keep her hidden.” Chigiri spoke up, demanding everyone's attention. “The authorities can’t know that we have a woman with us or we’d be punished. We have to be very careful with Y/N.”

You were still drawing blanks on their ideas, growing more frustrated every single second you were kept in the dark from their decisions on your fate. “What do you fucking assholes mean? Legal? Keeping me away from the authorities? What do you want with me?” 

Your voice broke on the last question, and without warning, you started to sob. The weeks of roughing it out on your own, trying to escape from society and hide in plain sight were taking its toll on you. You wept bitterly, hiding your face behind your hair and sobbing into your shoulder.

“Shit,” someone muttered in the front. 

“Give her some water.” 

It was Isagi who gently coaxed your face from your shoulder, holding a bottle of clean water. You contemplated spitting a mouthful at him, but ultimately, your thirst won out and you drank deeply. 

He wiped your tears off with the sleeve of his threadbare sweater and you hiccuped into a silence, already accepting your death. 

“We don’t want to hurt you,” Reo murmured from the back. You lifted your swollen, red eyes to find his purple ones full of sincerity. “We actually want to keep you safe. There’s been rumours about human experiments and none of us want you to go through that. We want to keep you safe.”

You should’ve known the group’s appointed spokesperson would be a man used to spouting sweet words to get his way—whether with professors or girls—but a part of you wanted to believe Reo. You were so, so tired of fending for yourself, you wanted someone to help you with the burden of being a woman in these unacceptable times. 

“Yes, Y/N.” Rin’s sudden reassurance struck you dumb with disbelief. “We have our old frat house—nobody comes by there anymore. We’ll keep you safe there and you can rest.” 

It all sounded too good to be true. Here was a band of college footballers being completely sweet with you—wanting to protect, nurture and keep you hidden. But, you were waiting for the other shoe to drop; the catch in this arrangement. 

“There’s more,” you whispered, scenting out their bullshit. “You’re not telling me the real reason.” 

Men were never good liars—that much you could tell. So, when every single footballer glanced at the other, your senses were in red alert, demanding to uncover what was the terrible footnote to this otherwise flawless proposal.

“Well?” you muttered coldly, strengthening your resolve. “What do you want from me? What’s the catch?” 

Reo was quick to turn your question around. “What? There’s no catch—”

“There is.” It was Isagi who spoke, sounding resigned and tired in the dimming darkness. “There is a catch. We shouldn’t lie to her, guys. We all agreed to tell her the truth if we found her and she was willing to listen.” 

You held your breath, waiting for Isagi to drop the bomb. He seemed like he needed a moment to stabilise himself. He drew in a deep breath and unlocked his shoulders, looking you square in the eye. You half-wished he had kept you in the dark; never told you the truth. Because what he said next completely swept you off your feet, landing you onto the ground face-first and gasping in disbelief.

“It’s not about rewards or money—it’s about duty. We need your help to repopulate this city, Y/N… we want you to carry one of our babies.” 

You felt a pair of broad-set shoulders shake under your smaller frame, the man underneath you stretching out his kinks and stiff muscles after a night of good sleep. 

“Hm,” he groaned, brushing a hand down your bare spine. “Good morning, angel.” 

Reo’s husky voice drew you back into consciousness, and you whined, burying your face into his neck to hide yourself from the morning’s glare. He chuckled at your antics, nosing your hair and pressing soft kisses onto your temple. “C’mon, sweetheart. It’s Rin’s turn with you today.” 

Without missing a beat or opening your eyes, you mumbled: “Maybe you should all fuck me at one go so you guys can see who’s strong enough to knock me up.” 

You meant those words as a joke, but when Reo’s shoulders stiffened, you suddenly realised the depth of danger you were flirting with. 

“Don’t say such things you’ll regret, sweetheart,” he meant to tease you, gently easing you off his chest. “Or, the boys won’t stop until you give each one of us a baby.” 

You tried to laugh, to shake off the sudden unease. Today was Wednesday, and Wednesdays meant pancake days in this unconventional household. You got up and slipped on Reo’s shirt, fluffing out your shorter hair. The guys had insisted you cut your locks so that it would be easier to hide them under a baseball cap and pass you off as a man if anyone came looking. 

Sometimes, you did miss your femininity, but in a world where it was literally dying out, you couldn’t take any chances. 

Flashing Reo a smile, you hummed. “Don’t laze around too much like Nagi—I’m making breakfast.” 

In the living room, Bachira was the only one up and awake, his bright golden eyes following your every move as you wished him good morning and prepared your ingredients. Without a sound, he slipped behind you, calloused hands warm on your bare belly. 

“Morning, beautiful,” he whispered into your ear, making goosebumps rise on your arms. 

“Morning, Meguru,” you mumbled, trying to ignore how his hands were creeping up to your bare breasts. Living with seven men meant that you were subjected to their advances night and day. It got even worse when you had told them you missed your period last week, but your cycle turned out to be just a few days late. 

That didn’t stop them from feeling you up, grasping your hips or pressing soft kisses to your neck when you least expected it. Like now, with Bachira’s hot breath bathing the sensitive strip of your jaw. 

Meguru hadn’t been part of your kidnapping heist a few weeks ago, but he had shown up when Isagi called—ready to be of service and contribute his portion in repopulating your tiny, dying town. 

Clicking your tongue at the price tag on the egg carton, you flipped the cardboard cover closed, affronted by the steep spike in those numbers. 

“It’s getting bad out there, right?” 

Bachira paused his efforts in running his nose down your neck, taken off guard by your sudden question. “Um. Yeah. Why’d you ask, princess?” 

Because I haven’t seen the outside world in weeks. You swallowed your bitterness, focused on whipping the yolks into a golden perfection. The boys were doing their best to make you feel cosy and safe within these walls; you couldn’t be too ungrateful. They didn’t let you out for fear of someone catching sight of you—that’s why the windows and doors were all covered and barricaded.

They restricted your contact with only seven of them because they didn’t want an anonymous tip-off to result in you being taken away. 

Every Blue Lock player was careful to protect their golden ace. 

“Nothing,” you hummed in the breeziest voice you could muster. “Just curious, s’all.” 

“Hmm.” Bachira’s hands moved up to your naked tits moving freely under Reo’s bigger t-shirt. “You smell like him,” he accused you softly with a nip to your ear. “That stupid rich boy.” 

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous,” you tried not to smirk, but failed. 

“Nah.” Bachira’s fingers trailed to your stiffening nipples, still sore from Reo’s ministrations (he loved biting down on them while you rode him) and eased the soft flesh in between his thumb and forefinger. “I was waiting for my turn—can’t believe I have to share you with those bastards.” You tried not to gasp and push your body back to meet his pelvis halfway, failing miserably to measure a cup full of milk. Some of the liquid sloshed onto your wrist and you heard Meguru snort. 

“I love how sensitive you are, baby.” 

Biting on your lower lip to stifle a whine, you pushed your ass back to brush the front of his pants, finding him already hard and waiting. 

Bachira was one of the more eager boys, and you had to pace yourself and him less he fucked you on this counter and ruined Rin’s day with you. 

“Meguru—”

“I know, I know,” he groaned, sounding both lustful and disappointed. “You’re emo Itoshi’s tonight. Fucking stupid stick game.” Cursing himself for literally getting the shorter end of the stick, you felt his pout imprint on your skin. “But, can’t we have a little bit of fun, baby? Can I eat your pussy out at least?” 

You literally throbbed at his words, and almost gave in to the rushing desire sweeping you off your feet. Almost—until you heard Isagi’s voice knocking the both of you out of this lust-filled fog.

“Hey. What’re you both doing?” 

While you smelled a threat, Bachira smelled an opportunity. His grin was shark-like, cutting through the tension when he didn’t stop playing with your nipples or back down when you hissed out his name. 

“What’s it look like? I’m trying to fuck her.” 

You tensed, waiting for Isagi to be pissed off. He was the one who reinforced this one-night sharing rule, and to see his best friend blatantly disregarding it would set off his rigid ego. 

But, to your surprise, Isagi tilted his head, taking note of your flushed cheeks and glassy eyes. “I think she… she likes it.” 

Bachira glanced down to find your mouth parted slightly, brows furrowed with a deceptive look of pain when both men knew what it was. Desire. 

Isagi, who could smell a goal or a wrench in the plans from a mile away, started to chuckle. 

“Lift up her shirt. Continue playing with her nipples, Meguru.” 

“Yes, captain,” Bachira sang, and lifted the hem of Reo’s sleep shirt up to expose your puffy, swollen nipples. 

“Shit,” Isagi breathed, and you didn’t miss how he had to adjust himself through his shorts, those dark blue eyes eclipsed with a dark, unnamed emotion you were terrified to uncover. “They look so perfect and pointy.” 

Bachira rolled your sensitive buds between his two fingers, ignoring your soft yelp and flinch when he began to tug on them with a bit more force. “Huh—it really is. Reo must’ve prepped her nicely for us.” 

“For what?” 

The voice of another lover joined the fray. You peeled your watery eyes up to find Reo’s curious expression sweeping between his two friends and your own flushed face. He didn’t seem angry that you were being fondled by Bachira in broad daylight—in fact, Reo looked like he didn’t feel anything. 

He almost looked bored, sweeping those purplish hues to Isagi. “So, are we finally doing it?” 

“Hmm.” 

Doing what? You wanted to ask, but your head was tilted back, mouth falling open only for it to be filled by Bachira’s tongue coaxing yours to come and play with his. His kiss—if it could even be called that—was sloppy and unhurried, its full intention to leave you feeling shame and vulnerability in front of two of your other lovers. 

Showing them how you easily folded and lost yourself to the sensations. 

“Mm—can see her moving her hips,” Isagi’s lowered, husky voice shot a potent mix of desire and shame through your veins. “Check how wet she is Meguru.” 

Abiding his best friend, Bachira dipped two fingers past the waistband of your sleep shorts. You mewled and tossed your head back when he swiped through your folds, teasingly circling your clit. 

As soon as he gave you that wonderful friction, he retrieved it, leaving you high and dry. 

“Meguru,” you whimpered. Bachira ignored you, holding his fingers up to the other two men; his digits glistening with your juices. 

“I don’t think she can wait anymore,” Reo murmured, and this time, you caught a flash of darkness in his otherwise kind eyes. “Isagi—”

“I’ll go first.” 

Meguru nudged you firmly to face the approaching, dark-haired man. You couldn’t keep your eyes off Isagi’s intense, blue eyes that were pinning you right to the spot like you were about to be burned on a stake. The fire came next when he reached out to caress your cheek, trailing his hand down your neck and grabbing your throat. 

“Tease her clit again,” he ordered, and Bachira playfully said, 

“Yes, captain.” 

Fuck. You were growing lightheaded from the combination of Isagi choking you and Bachira running slow circles on your throbbing clit. It was even filthier when you remembered Reo was watching, most likely getting off to your desperate pinched expressions. 

“Meguru… Yoichi…”

Calling them by their first name seemed to spur on those two men. Meguru eased one finger past your tight ring of muscle, melting through your spongy walls and hooking the tip of this thick index right against your g-spot. He nudged it forward in a fluid motion, like how he would effortlessly send forward a ball across the field, forcing a yelp past your kiss-swollen lips. 

Your vision was purely dominated by Isagi’s increasingly unhinged expression; the sweat bulleting down his forehead, his mouth parted in a silent snarl, those dark, beautiful eyes coaxing you to jump down a well just to feel his touch… 

“Y-Yoichi.” 

As if he understood your deeper need, Isagi nodded feverishly at Bachira. “Remove her shorts… hold her open while I eat her out.” 

Dutifully, Meguru followed his friend's instructions. You watched with wide, unblinking eyes as Yoichi got to his knees, his mouth so close to where you needed him the most.

Bachira slung your shorts down your ankles, revealing the sweet shape of your mound and the even sweeter treasure hidden in between your folds. Like a man hellbent on a mission, Yoichi gently pried your clit from under her hood, revealing the throbbing bud waiting to be licked, sucked or loved on. 

You barely had time to catch your breath before his mouth was on you. 

Every man in this house ate you out differently. Reo was more careful and controlled. Nagi was languid and tended to overstimulate you. Barou loved to have your legs on his shoulders as he dove in between your thighs. 

But, Isagi was different; he ate you out with the determination of a man who had to prove he was the best in every way. 

The feeling of his tongue swiping through your folds, those perfect pink lips sealing around your clit and how he sounded like he was making out with your pussy made you clench down on thin air. 

“Yoichi…” you breathed. 

Bachira went to work on stimulating you, too, tugging your shirt above your head and pinching your nipples again. 

Both boys were so intent on driving you to the edge, that they didn’t realise the group of spectators they were attracting. 

From the corner of your watery eyes, you noticed Rin standing, arms crossed over his broad shoulders and frosty glare—tainted with jealousy—directed towards the man in between your thighs. Kunigami had just gotten out of the shower, so his hair was still damp while Barou had returned from a workout, his muscles swollen and shiny with sweat. Chigiri and Nagi were the only ones probably still asleep, though you had little doubt your stream of moans would wake them up out of curiosity. 

Meguru flicked the tip of his nails on your nipples, the sharp sting sending bites of pleasure right to your core. 

“Megu—” you were interrupted again by another sloppy kiss. 

“Tch. You’re all such fucking horndogs.” Rin’s grumble was white noise behind the blood rushing in your ears. 

“... you’re not complaining…” 

“Shut up…” 

A sharp nip to your flesh inner thigh wrenched you back to the present, and you gasped, making eye contact with Isagi and his raised brow. 

“You’re getting bored, Princess?” 

Without missing a beat, you shook your head. “N-no, ‘Ichi. Mm’sorry.” 

He clicked his tongue, obviously not buying your lie. “Here you are getting your pussy eaten out by me and you’re focusing on the other boys. Just admit that you’re a fucking cockwhore, Y/N.” 

You gaped at his words, and your rage was lost when Bachira dragged you back to the counter, arranging you face down and ass up. 

“M-Meguru—!” 

“Come on, who wants to fuck her first,” he boldly exclaimed, shaking you to the core. “She’s ready for a baby.” 

You burned from the inside out at how cheaply he was treating you; that sensation amplified by the sharpest slap of humiliation across your cheeks, Bachira’s handprint glowing warmly on your skin. He spanked you again, matching his mark on your right cheek to your left one, letting you cry out and clench down on thin air.  

“Me.” A deep, resonate voice which you loved having at your ear while he fucked you on every Monday night. After all—a King always went first.

As one of the bigger guys, Barou’s physique gave him the advantage over the others to call dibs on you first, his undeniably good genetics and strong bone structure a contender for healthy babies. 

You felt Bachira’s warmth melt from your side to be replaced by the feel of Shoei’s toned thighs pressed against your rear. 

He soothed the spanks left on your skin with one large, coarse palm, and hummed deeply. 

“You ready, pretty?” 

Nodding, you turned your head to the side, unable to believe that you were in such a vulnerable position to be fucked by the entire football team. 

You weren’t going to lie—you had imagined yourself in this position before. But, it was always in your wildest fantasies; to be defiled by the football team in your tiny uniform behind the bleachers. If you were being honest, every girl on campus had the same daydream, but you were closer to the unattainable. The entire idea was such a cliche, and yet, here you were, in a room full of hungry, testosterone-fuelled men who eagerly waited to have their turn with you—the pretty cheerleader from their bygone days before the world tried to kill humanity off. 

Barou wasted no time in sinking his thick cock into you, groaning as your body took him inch by inch. He rubbed your hips, leaning forward to gently thumb your nipple. “There you go, baby. Taking me so well.” 

His words were a stark contrast from his actions. Shoei gave a low, guttural groan when he bottomed out, a dirty thrill shooting down your spine at the feel of his entire cock moulding with your walls as seven other men gaze lustfully at you. 

Through the shine of an old kettle on the counter top, you noticed Isagi palming himself through his shorts. Bachira was blatantly jacking himself off, one hand inside his sleep shorts. Kunigami was sitting on the sofa, staring at you slack-jawed and completely hard under his towel. Reo was the more subtle one, furtively glancing around and looking slightly uncomfortable, but still unable to tear his eyes from you. 

Chigiri and Nagi had woken up, and Rin was standing a little ways by the door, distancing himself from the activities taking place.

For a split second, you felt bad for him—Rin was supposed to have you today, but he had to wait for his turn as the other guys fucked you; figuratively and literally blue-balled by his own teammates. It would’ve made you mad on his behalf if you weren’t—

“Ow!” 

A sharp tug on your roots snapped your head back, and your cry bounced off the walls. Barou’s lips were on your neck, his hot breath fanning across your neck. 

“Did I tell you you could be distracted? Pay attention to when your King fucks you.”

From the back, you heard Bachira snicker, but every thought flew out of your head when Barou set a pace which had your toes curling in your house slippers. He clamped one hand around the delicate roots of your hair, while the other guided your hips to meet his halfway.

The sound of balls hitting flesh filled the air, along with your animalistic groans and Barou’s deep ones. You heard a few more muffled groans, and someone cursing, but your thoughts were doused in wet cotton, growing heavier and fuzzier. 

You could barely keep your eyes open, only cognizant of Barou’s cock shaping your walls and the impending ball of heat waiting to unravel right under your navel. Meeting his thrusts cleanly, soft mewls fell from your plush lips like dew, mingling with a bit of drool puddling onto the counter right under your mouth. 

Barou was fucking you stupid and the other men knew it. He couldn’t stop the feral grin splitting his face in half when your hips bucked, a little slutty tick which told every man you were about to cum. 

Without warning, you felt wet warmth fill you to the brim—your first load of the day taken like a champ.

Shoei hadn’t let you cum, and you reeled back from the disappointment with barely any grace; your soft sob was replaced by a moan when another man lined up his cock to your stuffed entrance. 

You smelled his fresh pine cologne before you saw him, and sensed Rin’s impatience the second he gripped your jaw and wrenched your face back for a deep, frenzied kiss. 

“Fucking whore,” he whispered into the heat of your mouth. “Letting the other boys feel you up when it’s my turn with you today. Where’s your shame?” 

Your answer melted as one with a dulcet moan when Rin slid two fingers in between your swollen folds, testing the waters of your arousal. He barely cared when his digits were coated with a combination of Barou’s cum and your juices; he just stuck those soiled, pale and nimble fingers which could’ve rivalled a skilled pianist down your throat. You gagged on them, eyes going blurry and all teary from the flavouring of sin heavy on your tongue. 

“Rin,” you hiccuped, and he hummed. 

“Take me deeper, baby.” 

His command brought a throbbing wave of desperation arresting you from head to toe. You tried to bring his fingers further down your gullet, but gagged when he was almost knuckle-deep. 

“Mhpmh!” Your syrupy moan made every man groan, the sheer desperation in how you attempted to fully swallow Rin’s fingers a commendable feat considering he had absurdly thick fingers to match his height. 

“Good girl,” Rin praised you in a husky voice when he felt your throat bob around his digits. “You’re really such the perfect fuckdoll, huh? Always so ready for us.” 

“Mhmm…” your eyes rolled back into your head, your entire body tensing when you felt his cock slowly breach past your tight ring of muscle. 

“Fucking take this dick, baby, I know you can,” the youngest striker urged, his words beyond filthy compared to the other men. Rin was one of the only few people in this house who could talk you through the immense pleasure, and you loved him all the more for it. 

His obscene mouth would never fail to leave you reeling from the difference in his demeanour; sour and quiet when he wasn’t fucking you, to brash and downright filthy when he was egging you towards an orgasm. 

You loved Rin and his duality; lived to watch it come to life.

You wanted to swallow him down and eat him up whole to satiate the deep well of lust inside of you no matter the price. 

“Rin…” you gurgled past his fingers. “Mhmmmore.” 

“More?” he interpreted your gurgles with the ghost of a chuckle. You quite liked it when Rin laughed even if it was a soft exhale; it made you feel lighter to hear his happiness. He hummed and plunged his fingers back down your throat, playing with the soft palate of your tongue, while his cock inched deeper and deeper into your sacred heat.

The second he bottomed out, his forehead thumped onto your shoulder, a long drawn out groan of relief radiating warmth right into your throbbing heart. Rin’s reactions were adorable as they were pussy stirring, his duality further exacerbated by those spit-slicked fingers retracting from your mouth and moving down to your puffy clit.

He gently rubbed circles into them, catching you whenever you bucked into his embrace. His lips were on your neck, his hot breath expelling heated groans onto the sensitive skin. Every single shaky circle on your sensitive nub was pulling you closer and closer into a white hole of pleasure.

Your moans were reaching fever pitch, and the entire house was doused with the arousal of seven men who couldn’t wait to fuck you.

The boys whispered something over your stream of mewls and your feet were off the ground, your limp body in Rin’s arms. Without a second to spare, he brought you to the main bedroom where the largest bed could fit at least three men. 

There, he laid you down, your head dangling off the edge so your mouth was hanging wide open for the next man to defile. 

Rin eased himself in between your spread thighs, placing a kiss onto your sternum almost reverently and leaving more pressees on your jaw and cheeks. You felt someone else rustle up towards the other side of the bed, and your eyes met Kunigami’s darkened ones. His towel was shed off, a heap on the floor, and his long, girthy cock throbbed in anticipation over your face. 

“Open up for me, pretty girl,” Rensuke murmured, grazing your cheek and then hooking a thumb on your bottom lip to spread you wider. You whined, overstimulated on both ends when you felt both men sink into you at the same time. Rin bottomed out the second Rensuke hit the back of your throat, making you jerk and gag. 

The both of them were big—far too big for your smaller body. It was a struggle to take them both and you felt your body reacting to the impossible feat.

“Ssh, ssh,” Rin whispered into your hair. “Relax, baby. You can take us, I know you can.”

With watery eyes, all you could do was mewl, hips bucking pathetically. Rin’s long girth was directly hitting your g-spot with every thrust, and Rensuke was splitting your throat in half. You felt like you could drown in their musk and the thick scent of sex in the air. 

Something bitter hit the back of your throat, and you gagged, about to spit Rensuke out when he clamped one hand on your throat, telling you to keep him there if you wanted to know what was good for you. 

“Hold me, sweetheart. Hold it,” the large football player murmured. You were sure your entire system was going haywire—your pussy and mind in war to come out at the top of your frazzled emotions. 

One of your hands was buried in Rin’s hair, and another was perched on Kunigami’s thigh, trying to ease him down your battered throat. 

Without warning, the other man withdrew his thick length from your mouth, splatters of drool dripping down your chin and neck; defiling you even more. 

“Fucking hurry it up, Rin,” Kunigami growled, throwing the other striker a murderous look which juxtaposed his usually kind expression jarringly. “I need to cum in her.” 

Rin grunted, returning the other striker’s glare with a hostile one of his own. “Shut the fuck up—let me have this with her.” Kunigami stroked himself, trying to keep himself hard as Rin started to jackhammer into your willing cunt.

Your screams of pleasure echoed around the room, contrasting with the other men’s deep growls and groans. It sounded like a smorgasbord of erotic sounds, complemented by the slap of Rin’s balls on your ass. 

The youngest man was close on the verge of his orgasm, his face pinched and drawn. You thought he would’ve taken this chance to cum and ignore your pleasure, like Barou did, but you were sorely wrong when it came to Rin. He pressed a thumb to your swollen clit, rubbing it soft and sweet, increasing the pressure when you started to buck and whine into his embrace. 

You smelled the sting of his sweat, felt it drip into your open mouth, tainting it with the taste of Kunigami’s precum and his own excitement. 

“I’m close,” you sobbed out, arms like vines around his shoulders, nails stabbing into his back. “G’na cum, Rin-Rin—fuck, don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

He shook his head, a feral look of pure determined arousal lighting those beautiful features. “Cum for me, baby. Make a mess—show the other guys how much you love my cock.” 

Your back arched, and your mouth fell open in a silent scream. Your thighs tensed around his waist, almost clamping the air out of his lungs from how hard you were clenching around him. The minute ticks, the red lines you left down his back, and your eyes rolling back into your skull arrived at a blinding crescendo.

“Oh! Ugh, Rin—!” 

Your first orgasm hit you like a brick wall, steamrolling every thought from your blank mind. Rin’s face fell into the crook of your neck, and his stuttering hips brought forth a fountain of warmth flowing freely into your womb. 

You were coasting, high on hormones and pleasure, when he disappeared from your embrace, only to be replaced by another body. Kunigami’s lips on your skin were like warm fluttering butterfly wings, slowly bringing you back to the ground.

“I’m here next, okay, baby?” His tender tone didn’t prepare you for how his cock stretched you out. 

“Too big,” you muttered, losing every shred of your composure and shame to hiccup those dirty words. “You’re t-too big.”

“Yeah?” He kissed your tears away. “Aren’t you glad I can stretch you out? Give your sweet body some practice when you have to push out our babies?” 

His words ignited a flame right in your lower belly—making you cry out when Rensuke started to slip inside your already overflowing hole. Gushes of white streaked your thighs, the other men’s releases staining the bed underneath you. 

As you got used to his slightly wider girth, you didn’t expect Kunigami to roll you on your hands and knees. His cock slid back into your waiting heat, the angle making him feel bigger, and stretching you out even more. 

But, it also placed you face to face with the other guys who were eyeing you hungrily—none more so than Reo. 

One thick hand wound the hair around the nape of your neck to snap your head up, keeping you firmly in place to watch the lust dancing in their eyes.

“You really should see how fucking sexy you look, baby,” Chigiri hummed, those bright eyes latched onto the spot where you and Kunigami were connected. “We could eat you whole—you fucking little slut.”

“So pretty,” Reo cooed, and Nagi nodded in agreement. 

The lilac-haired man got bold enough to stride up to you, perching himself on the edge of the bed where your swinging tits were mesmerising him. 

“Raise her up a little bit, Ren.” 

Kunigami obeyed Reo’s orders, settling on his haunches and bringing you up with one arm securely snug around your neck. Your tinier hands fluttered to the thick trunk of his forearm as if trying to pry him off, the breath in your lungs knocked out by Rensuke’s headlock. 

But, whatever bit of oxygen you managed to inhale from Kunigami’s loosening hold was taken away as Reo leaned forward to kiss and suck your tits. He massaged the neglected one with one hand, his lips busy toying with your right nipple. You watched with bated breath as his tongue caressed the hardening flesh, the firm suction of his lips on the vulnerable flesh sending pangs of pleasure straight to your core.

You cried out, throwing your head back to bump Rensuke’s chin. He grunted, and shifted his arm a bit so he could grasp your neck instead, holding you steady as his cock wrecked you and Reo’s mouth on your tits continued driving you insane.

“She’s drooling,” Nagi drawled, catching their attention. 

Every eye zeroed in on your blissed-out face, your mouth parting and a little bit of spit dripping past your chin. Kunigami chuckled, breathless and almost feral when he leaned forward to sloppily make out with you. 

The sound of wet lips smacking on each other and a big cock stirring you closer to another orgasm made every man in the room throb—even those who had already come. Every footballer was thinking of the numerous ways he could bend you over and fuck you hard until you squirted all over them; each of their mind’s eye tainted with your sweet moans and even sweeter release.

You gave a short scream, your orgasm catching everyone off guard when you almost folded forward if it wasn’t for Reo catching you. Your body was shuddering like someone had tasered you—a pure scream of pleasure rebounding across the thin walls.

Reo held you as you sobbed, your release triggering Kunigami’s own orgasm. More warmth filled you up and you had lost track of how many men had already came in you; your brain a complete mush with no solid thoughts in it.

Like clockwork, another cock filled you—this time it was Reo’s again—and your mouth was stuffed with someone else's length. You were dragged into a cowgirl position by Reo who let Nagi mount you from the back, both of their lengths taking turns pistoning into your stretched out heat.

“Disgusting,” someone muttered in disdain over the sounds of two men concurrently fucking one woman. Neither of you cared, and you were pulled into a sloppy makeout session with Nagi as Reo continued sucking and licking your already reddened nipples.

Every part of your orifice was swollen, but you still took Chigiri without complaint when it was his turn. You were already like jelly at this point, your entire body sagging on the bed and going numb from the neverending pleasure.

Thankfully, he was quicker, cumming into you within minutes, and kissing you on the forehead afterwards. Your hole was stuffed to the brim with white hot cum, and you thought you couldn’t take anymore until you felt Bachira sliding behind you, hitching your thighs up.

“Hey, Princess,” the golden-eyed menace cooed. “Did you think we would forget about you?” 

You felt the bed dip, and Isagi’s face swam in your vision. He came closer to give you a kiss, and his lips felt like a soothing balm on a hot day. 

“Yoichi,” you whispered, eyes heavy and body already close to shutting down from exhaustion. “M’so tired.”

“I know, pretty girl, I know,” the dark-haired man whispered. “But, Meguru and I haven’t had our turn with you yet. It would be unfair if we didn't, right?” He gently stroked your cheek, voice saturated with fake sympathy. “You wouldn’t want us to not fuck you after you’ve already taken everyone’s cock, right? You’re not that cruel to deny us, are you, baby?”

“Fucking twisted weirdo,” you heard another person quip. But, you were too far gone to stop the collision of his lips on yours, that skilled mouth drinking away all of your complaints.

As he distracted you, Bachira slipped his thick and veiny cock right into your waiting cunt, his groan low and erotic against your shoulder. 

“How’re you still so wet and tight after so many rounds?” He nipped your shoulder in frustration, setting a pace that rutted your body back and forth on the soft sheets. “You’re a fucking nympho, baby—so needy for our cocks.”

“Shut up,” you groaned in between Yoichi’s hot mouth pressing onto yours. You tried to squirm away to get back some of your lost breath, but Isagi refused to let you part from his lips. He chased after you, mouth sealing over yours again and again as you tried to twist your head this way and that. 

Strings of spittle clung to both of your chins, and that sick part inside of you which wanted more pushed the voice of common sense in your head out of the way—making you fall head over heels for Yoichi’s mouth on yours. You kissed him back with as much hunger and zeal as your tired body could muster, pushing your boundaries right to the very edge. 

Isagi’s ego fed heartily on your submission, greedily taking everything you gave him.

By the end of this sloppy makeout session, your lips were tingling, and Bachira had already come inside of you—getting off to the sight of his best friend and the girl they were sharing stuck in an intimate lip lockdown.

The last man to take you was drawing it out. He took your face in his hands, nudging you free from Bachira’s grasp and rolling you into his arms.

“Out,” Isagi commanded, in a tone that broke no argument. “Leave me and Y/N alone.”

The rest of the guys began to grumble, but one sharp glare from the terrifying striker was enough to quiet everyone down. Indisputably, Yoichi ran the show, and his ego was bigger than any of theirs combined—the lesser knew when to give way to someone who could devour them without regrets.

Everyone turned to leave, and the last one was Rin who hovered by the doorway, unwilling to abandon you to Yoichi’s devices. The other dark-haired man shot his nemesis a frigid stare that could’ve frozen over Hell’s fires.

“Out, Itoshi.” 

The younger man countered his superior’s glare with a mutinous one of his own. 

“Who’s to say you won’t hurt her?” Rin’s nostrils flared, flickering his gaze to your closed eyes and limp body. “We can’t trust you with her.”

Isagi snorted. “If you want to watch, be my guest. I’ll fuck her so good she’ll forget about you assholes.”

The competition was on, and you were the final prize for these men to win. But, it wasn’t just your body they wanted—each of them fought to secure your womb so it would grow their fruits and give them the family they dreamed of. 

You were their greatest treasure, and they would go to the ends of the earth to make sure you were safe—even watching the other men to make sure none of them would hurt you. 

Isagi was a packaged dynamite waiting to blow; he was too unpredictable and Rin would hate himself if he pushed you too far or injured you in any shape or form. He planted himself against the wall, arms folded across his chest while those searing teal eyes watched you gasp and preen for Isagi’s attention. 

The dark-haired man was playing with your clit, using the dirtiest tactic to rile you up so you would explode in pleasure for him. His mouth was toying with your swollen nipples, and Rin winced when he bit on the tender nub, earning your shriek. It didn’t take a genius to see you were hanging on the tether of your sanity, and with your body already keyed up to the hundreds, your next orgasm was sure to leave you delirious.

Your small hands wound up in his hair, holding him close despite the excruciating pleasure. If Yoichi was the current wrecking you apart, he was also the life buoy you clung on to as your body coasted on the unending pleasure.

“I don’t even need to make you wet, baby,” he breathed right into the shell of your ear, gripping your hips hard. “You’re already so stretched out for me.”

Your breathing caught, a hitched moan echoing around the room when he sank deep into your heat with little to no prep. Isagi kissed you on your lax mouth, and tasted your tears right on his tongue.

“You okay, baby?” He forced your face to his, and your eyes fluttered open. All you could give was a tired nod, and he grinned down at you. “Okay. Are you ready?” 

You nodded again, and that was when another person caught your attention. “Rin?” 

“M’here,” the other dark-haired striker murmured, his eyes softening with fondness when you smiled at him. “I’ll make sure you get your rest afterwards.”

You hummed, and the idea of knocking off to sleep sounded so good, your eyes had already slipped close. 

“Hey—focus on me, sweetheart.”

Isagi’s hand around your neck squeezed down, cutting off your air supply. You gasped and sputtered, eyes rolling wide open. His grin was feral, touched with a hint of insanity. “Good girl. Now, watch me fuck you, sweetheart.”

He pushed your back onto the pillows, and your eyes instantly went to where you both were connected. Isagi’s pretty cock was smeared with your juices and the other men’s cum, the sight alone so filthy it made your cheeks flush.

“‘Ichi,” you hiccuped, going dumb on every stroke of his heavy cock against your velvet walls. “I-I’m close.” 

Your pussy fluttered around his length, the overstimulation touching you like a livewire. He rolled his hips into yours, the sloppy sounds of your pussy getting him higher than any risky goal. There was a reason he went last, and it was because he wanted to savour the sounds you were making; the way your pretty eyes went all glassy and hazy just for him. 

Isagi loved you so fucking much, he swore he couldn’t breathe when you started to chant his name.

“‘Ichi, ‘Ichi,” you gasped out, twisting in his grip, your back arching. “K-Kiss me, ‘Ichi.” 

He obliged you, ignoring the jealous presence waiting right in the wings, waiting for him to fuck up. But, Isagi was gentle with you. He tenderly planted hot, open-mouthed kisses onto your parted lips, drinking in your sweet whines and mewls of desperation. Isagi himself wasn’t in control of his body; that was the effect you had on him.

You drove him crazy with your supple love and beautiful smiles. Everytime you looked at him, it felt like he had been shot right in the chest. Yoichi was so, so crazy for you, and luckily for him, your feelings were the same.

He let Rin get an eyeful of you licking his lower lip, your treacherous side coming to light when you blatantly showed off your preference for the unassuming striker. The other man looked like he was swallowing shards of concrete, his expression twisted in disgust. But, Isagi had already given him an out and Rin didn’t want to take it—he was stuck with the consequences of his actions. 

“Yoichi,” you sighed out his name, all stickily sweet in your high-pitched moan. “I love you, ‘Ichi.” 

“Yeah?” Isagi grunted, your little confession going straight to his burgeoning ego. “Say it louder, baby. Tell the whole world what you feel for me.”

“I love you,” your gasp of pleasure when he changed the angle of his driving hips fed the monster inside of him. “I love you!” 

“Fuck,” Isagi bit down on your neck, leaving behind a mark for the other men to see. Rin’s own marks were on your shoulders and breasts, but Isagi had gone one step further to make his impression on the tender skin between your neck and jaw—right above your pulse point. It was so every beat of your heart echoed with his imprint and every time any of the boys looked at you, they were reminded of who you loved the most.

 “‘Ichi,” you gasped out, and your stuttering hips told Isagi you were already close. Your thighs tensed around him, and he fueled your unravelling further by rubbing on your clit with his rough thumb, the action making you jerk and gasp like you had been electrocuted.

“Yoichi… ‘Ichi… Yoichi!” you cried out his name as your body gave one final push—your release slamming into you with the force of a thousand brick walls, dragging you straight into darkness.

You thought you might’ve died in this instance. Your entire body felt too heavy, and you could physically hear every beat of your heart.

Someone was holding you tightly to his chest, his lips peppering gentle kisses on your face. You pried your eyes open after what felt like two hours trying to recollect your bearings, only to find a pair of teal eyes gazing down at you in worry.

“Baby?” Rin’s voice was soft and unintrusive. He let you get used to the bright light of a warm afternoon—watching you stretch yourself and ease your muscles.

“What time is it?” you asked in a thick voice. Staring down your body, someone had cleaned you up and dressed you in Kunigami’s oversize t-shirt and Rin’s boxers. You felt refreshed and well-taken care of, your entire heart swelling eight times its size to fit your love for every man in there.

Rin leaned forward and you caught his face with your shaky palms, caressing those defined cheekbones. 

“You slept for almost an hour. Bachira thought you had died.” 

You stifled a giggle, tracing your thumbs over the shape of his mouth. Rin let you pull him in for a kiss, and like the worrywart he was, he didn’t deepen it, not wanting to give into the insatiable lust humming in his veins.

If you thought one horny, touch-starved man was a handful, you hadn’t expected the other seven to come through the door and pile up on the bed, each of them clamouring to cuddle you.

You giggled when Nagi tripped over Reo to snuggle up on your left side, only to be stopped by Bachira who literally yanked the taller man out of the way to steal his place. In the end, you took turns cuddling with each man, their deep sigh of relief that things had turned out great and not as weird as they thought, fed right into your relaxed soul. 

As sunlight streamed in through the blinds, the outside world may be in an upheaval, but within these four walls, you were as safe as you could be in your favourite football team’s arms.

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