Happy Birthday Haitani Ran - May 26th

the mess we made

Character/s: black panther hybrid!Ran & Rindou Haitani

Warnings: f!reader, hybrid au, dubcon, reader is sort of a brat, double penetration/double vag (yes their dicks touched), threesome, unprotected sex, creampie, slight degradation, usage of 'mommy' once, breeding kink, and curse words. Minors don’t interact.

Note: this piece is for my hybrid collab "collard bones"! hope you enjoy it :)

Synopsis: Taking care of big cats is never an easy task.

✃WC: 1.4k

Spice level: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ out of 5

Lazy limpid violets watched in silence as you threw the useless credit card to the ground, the heel of your Louboutin pump hit the plastic multiple times as you stomped on it in anger.

How dare your father freeze it? Humiliating you by having the store clerk state out loud that it declined your purchase—you wished you could turn back time and drive up to his office instead to give him a piece of your mind. But you wouldn’t have found out until you were beaming with excitement and striding up to the cashier. Would’ve been nice to know ahead… That way, you could’ve sweet-talked the old man into doing otherwise!

“M-Miss, welcome home.”

Diverting your furious gaze to the help, you didn’t have to bark out your orders for her to leave, already frightened by your rare yet horrible temper—taking shelter in the kitchen.

Slamming the door shut to your bedroom, you failed to notice the two figures stalking behind you—waiting for you to notice them. Meanwhile, you kept groaning out of frustration, close to throwing the credit card out of the window and to the bustling roads down below. Lamenting its golden years, you sighed before setting the card down gently on the nightstand. Whatever, it’s not like your father did this for the first time. You could still convince him to unfreeze it tomorrow… or start sending him annoying texts until he does.

“I can’t believe he’d do this—who does he think he is?” Huffing at your phone’s screen displaying your father’s contact, your finger hovered above it, debating whether to call and scream at him or text him before doing the first option. “Years and years of never paying any mind to what I bought, then he pulls the rug underneath—what the hell made him do this? A new woman?!”

The fear and anxiety of your father finding a new lover to lavish with his millions were suddenly thrown out of your mind when a huge palm pushed you hard to have you fall on the mattress. Gasping at the surprising action, you glanced up to glare at whoever it was only to press your lips into a thin line at the two pairs of lavender irises narrowed down at you. Impatience radiated from their lithe forms as their sharp claws dug slightly into your flesh.

Right, how could you forget about these two?

Reaching out a hand, you nuzzled Ran’s perked ear with a small apologetic smile. “Hey, I didn’t know you two got back from your playdate… H-how was it?” An answer was what you sought after yet all you received was those very claws ripping your top apart, exposing the baby blue lace bra underneath that caused you to gasp in horror. All those days of having them put under training by professionals and they do this?! “What the fuck—that costs a lot—hey!”

“Making us wait, what a bad owner you are,” Rindou growled, assisting his older brother in haphazardly getting you out of your attire albeit your commands for them to stop. “What’s more important than us, huh?”

“Even ignoring us when you came in.” Clicking his tongue, Ran hooked his finger on your denim skirt, tugging it down. “What a bad, bad owner.”

Mentally mourning the torn top and denim skirt that was about to be the next victim, you couldn’t help but sigh at their words ringing with truth. You did ask for a puppyboy or maybe a catgirl would’ve been better than to have these two menaces. But, you were still to blame for biting more than you can chew. Begging your father to buy you a rare hybrid to boast to your friends in high school, you didn’t expect a huge cage to arrive the next day that contained black panther hybrids in it. What’s more, you merely asked for one. Instead, you got two naughty big cats ruining your room and chewing on things the first day they came.

Returning the younger one was what you had in mind. Rindou was seen as a runt the first time. Ran, on the other hand, was pretty tall and wasn’t much of a hassle to take care of, unlike his fussy brother. But, the previous caretakers made a specific note not to separate the two. Figuring the damage on your shoes was done, you decided to keep the brothers until they grew up into the magnificent hybrids they are today.

Exuding strength and agility, Rindou’s development was fascinating to watch as he grew. Ran was the same, yet instead of developing more muscle from all the running, his growth was more centered on his height. The two brothers then used it to their advantage to get their way—which occurs most of the time by pinning you down and overpowering you until submission.

Heats were the worst, leaving you squeezed dry on the mattress, hole oozing with fertile cum. Marks all over your skin that they lick in quiet apology once it was over.

Looking back, you could say they have improved from the rowdy duo they once were. Still, both brothers were always up to no good when boredom strikes and you ignore them—a dangerous thing to happen a few days before their heat comes again. Unfortunately for you, it is about to happen again.

“What a disgusting owner you are, drooling like a bitch in heat.” Rindou chuckled breathlessly into your ear, groaning at your warm walls clenching around his thick cock that was leaking with pre-cum earlier while tearing the last bit of clothing off of you. The leather collar around the younger brother’s neck was brushing against your nape whenever you sank back onto his girth, stifling your whimpers. “Such a dirty slut, don’t you agree brother?”

Your fingernails dug into Ran’s arms while the older brother teased your clit, drunk on the image of Rindou’s cock splitting your folds apart. Canines glinting when he smiles down at you in faux sympathy, finding enjoyment at your begging.

“I agree, fuck, but a good slut. Taking us real good.” Ran laughed lightly, pressing his palm on your stomach that had you widening your eyes at the pressure. The feeling of Rindou splitting your gummy walls, hitting that sweet spot over and over with every thrust already had you reeling. A bulge on your lower abdomen visible to the naked eye. “Gonna carry our cubs, huh? You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Want to take us both? Have us cumming into that tight pussy—you like that, don’t you?”

“P-please! Ah—fuck—no more! It’ll be too much!” You sobbed, another orgasm about to wreck through your body whenever Rindou’s mushroom tip hit your cervix. A sadistic gleam in Ran’s violet hues knew you were fucked, his lips drowning your cacophonous moans while lining up his red tip against your entrance where Rindou was still buried inside deeply. “Shit, I c-can’t—”

“Oh, yes you can. You can take us both, I know you can.” Seeing you shake your head, he huffed. “Don’t be such a fucking brat,” Ran muttered, slowly sinking his tip in. The walls of your pussy stretch wider to accommodate both of them, resulting in you screaming into the air before Rindou muffled your mouth with his fingers. It was painful but damn good. Both rigid and fat cocks bullying their way into your spasming cunt that you were sure to pass out in the blinding bliss they had you experience. The agonizing and stinging pain of being stretched proved to be a distraction to Rindou’s sharp canines claiming your neck, close to drawing blood while Ran continued to fuck into your searing heat.

Rindou was the first to cum, filling your cunt with his hot seed. His older brother then followed after thrusting more into you, careful not to spill out more of Rindou’s semen before cumming straight into your womb. Tongue out and drool at the corner of your lips, you felt your soul about to leave your body as your whole form twitched and shivered in the wake of your climax.

“Such a good owner.” Rindou purred, running his fingers gently through your slightly sweaty hair. “You’ll give us cubs, won’t you? Be such a good mate—a good mommy.”

And as you lay there in their arms, unaware of the knocking on your bedroom door and the help peering in to inform you about the arrival of the brothers’ trainer, Ran and Rindou merely glared at her to go away. Promising bloodshed behind those vivid purple hues, sharp claws that would certainly strike to kill when provoked. You were then unsure whether you were truly behind the reigns in this relationship or you were made to be the chew toy all along.

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I wanna break into your house

and cuddle with you in your bed,

and fall asleep to your breathing

hurt me on purpose just to take care of me ♡

No because why is he so fine. Like actually what the hell.

I would do literally anything for him.

“My child is fine”

Your child has an obsession with multiple people and they’re not even real.

where?

NFSW—MINORS, AGELESS + BLANK BLOGS DNI

Sae doesn't want a significant other. he wants a pet.

Sae wants you on your knees with a pretty leather o-ring collar around your throat while his smacks the leaky head of his cock on your tongue. he wants his full government name on a shiny heart-shaped tag dangling next to where he clips your leash on. he wants to ruffle your hair and coo and aww at you condescendingly when you do something a little stupid. he wants you to eat up his commands, obey his word like it's gospel—like he's your owner, your master, your salvation.

Sae doesn't just want you to look and act like his brainless dog, though—more than that, he wants you to embody it. he wants to train you into the obedient little pet you were meant to be for him, which is why he wastes no time buying a clicker and getting to work conditioning you into getting wet at the mere sound of him pressing the button. he sits on the couch with his legs spread—and the second you hear it, you're scurrying over to him to curl up at his feet because you'd never crawl up on his lap without his permission.

Sae wants to watch you grind on his shoe while you nuzzle and sniff his erection through his pants. he mumbles go ahead, baby while you look to him for permission to roll his waistband down and desperately paw and lick at his cock. he wants you to whine and beg for him while he sits back with a lazy smirk on his face and watches you get him wet; he'll cup your cheek with his hand while you lap at him with tears pooling in your glossy puppydog eyes and tell you you're so good for him. only when you're scratching at his thighs—nipping at him while he tells you to watch those teeth—and babbling please, please, please will he tug you up by your leash to sit you across his hips.

Sae wants to watch you grow even more needy while he makes you rub your slick up and down his cock—he's so mean, he'll never just fuck you how you want. you have to work for it like a good dog; you have to hump at him like an animal while he denies you before he even considers flipping you over and fucking you. but when he does, he's gonna fuck you even stupider than you already are—you're stuck in a sweet downward spiral of being molded into his little toy, so good and pliant for him, and you love every second of it.

Sae wants to rough-fuck you until you're a dumb, drooling mess. he trains you to cum on command—only on his cock—with the clicker, and plugs you up with a fluffly little tail plug when he's done, regardless of what hole he's used. he wants to see the adorable, pathetic mix of dread and lust on your face when he thumbs the clicker in public or around his friends. he wants you to give in to your most primal instincts and senses with him—wants you to trust him so fully that you let him lead you through life with a domineering hand on the back of your neck.

Sae doesn't want a significant other. he wants a pet—but that's okay, because he pavlovs you so mind-numbingly sweetly into being his braindead, cock-hungry dog; he treats you like his baby, his sweetheart, his world. so, remember your place, okay?

tagging @saetiate with luv :x

Love Me Wrong [03 ; Control]

content: amnesia, manipulation, yandere themes, noncon, dubcon, smut, rimming, double penetration, anal sex, vaginal sex, fauxcest, exhibitionism, haitani sandwich, dry-humping, implied somno

featuring: rindou x reader x ran, mikey x reader

note: the story continues with the haitani brothers. this is probably the filthiest thing i've ever written but ran and rin deserve this and so much more. dark content ahead so minors can not-so kindly f*ck off! also, feel free to reblog, drop an ask, or leave a comment <3

words: 3.5k

other: masterlist ; @tometpd ; @hanayanetwork ; @tokyoredlightdistrict

There were few things Ran Haitani genuinely cared about in this world. They were things he’d made sure to include in his daily routine and had done so for over a decade now. In fact, they were the motivating factors behind everything he did. While others considered Ran Haitani to be an enigma, he liked to believe he was as uncomplicated as they came.

Because the only things Ran Haitani cared about were his younger brother’s happiness, the state of his hair, and having enough rolled-up bills in the safe to ensure both in case things went south with Bonten. An event that seemed more unlikely as time went on but one that Ran didn’t cross out entirely, because no matter how stable things had been for the organization, there was always a chance. And after doing time, Ran liked to think he’d matured a bit no matter how much Rin insisted otherwise.

It was that glass-half-empty mentality when it came to Bonten that made him particularly precautious when it came to the kidnapping of Kisaki’s sister–even if her memories were a tangled mess behind those fogged eyes of hers. Somehow she’d reverted to being the annoyingly clingy girl that’d sought out her brother during Ran’s time in Tenjiku. Except now, instead of being rebuffed by cold blue eyes and derisive insults, her devotion was soaked up by hollow black eyes and a corpse-like face that twitched to life more often than ever before.

The ticking emotional timebomb that was Manjiro Sano was being poked and prodded by a girl-like woman, and that was enough of a reason for Ran Haitani to do everything in his power to deter the explosion.

But when his efforts were intersected by his little brother’s growing affection for Mikey’s “sister”, Ran switched gears and dedicated himself to his brother’s happiness. Even if that happiness meant Ran would have to stuff a few more rolls into the safe to steer clear of the impending calamity.

A calamity that Rindou, like his older brother, knew would happen sooner rather than later thanks to Kisaki’s annoying sister. He’d also known her from their Tenjiku days, back when Izana Kurokawa had teamed up with the girl’s real brother to bring down the ‘Invincible Mikey’. That hadn’t been the case and a decade later they paid homage to one of them while regarding the other and anyone close to him as a stain that needed to be wiped clean.

And yet the woman who’d once called Kisaki Tetta ‘brother’ was spared by Mikey; a gesture that everyone except Sanzu had deemed generous until their leader’s nefarious intentions came to light one evening. The woman was declared Bonten’s whore and her first client was Sanzu while Mikey watched.

Also like his brother, Rindou liked to believe he’d also matured from being the bespectacled teen that’d been quick to start throwing punches. He knew how to hold himself back and preferred to use his brain instead of his fists to inflict torturous pain on those who crossed him–that sadistic side of his hadn’t changed.

Kisaki’s sister was also just as annoying as she’d been back then, but instead of slamming her head against the kitchen island she used to prepare her endless attempts of fattening up Mikey, Rindou wanted to fuck her against it.

He wanted to gag her mouth with the kitchen towel she always dried her hands with, tie her hands behind her back with the apron that was like a second skin to her, bend her over the marble counter she used to knead dough, and fuck her tight little ass; a hole he’d be willing to bet, was untouched by anyone.

Because as much as Rindou had hated the annoying little bitch years ago, he wanted the naive, doe-eyed woman she’d become. He needed to be the next person Mikey deemed worthy of fucking her, and luckily for him, he had a brother that would stop at nothing to make that happen.

All of Bonten’s top administration had a role to fill; a section of the organization to oversee. For the Haitani brothers, this was the entertainment sector of the organization. They were in charge of the brothels, clubs, and bars under Bonten’s domain. Thanks to their years of experience, their sector was Bonten’s most successful, and with that came the confidence of their leader–or a semblance of it being it was Mikey they were dealing with.

Confidence that had only increased thanks to Sanzu’s mistake in the woman’s room. Two weeks had passed since then and Sanzu was still away in Osaka on “business”. A gift from the gods themselves Ran had declared to his brother during one of their audits on their most successful brothel. It operated under the guise of an upscale club/bar where only the upper-echelons of society gained entry. There, in one of the VIP lounges that oversaw the dance floor below, they stood with a drink in hand, hawk-like eyes scanning their establishment.

Ran took a sip of his drink. “Numbers are looking good. Not that I expected otherwise.”

Rindou didn’t spare a nod to his brother, eyes fixed on the crowd of dancing bodies below. The lounge was surrounded by sound-proof glass, so Ran knew Rindou had heard him despite his lack of a response, verbal or physical.

Amused by his younger brother’s unusual indifference, particularly when it came to business, Ran followed his gaze to find a woman at the receiving end of it. She stood at the sidelines in a tight skimpy number that left little to the imagination. From the color of her outfit, she was one of their girls but that was beside the point.

Ran quickly realized it was her resemblance to Kisaki’s sister that had caught his little brother’s attention. A resemblance that was by no means uncanny but was enough to get the wheels turning in Ran’s head.

“I have an idea regarding your little crush on the Boss’ sister,” Ran offered, swirling the last swig of spirit in his glass. This time, Rindou not only spared him a glance but even responded, his interest piqued.

“What do you have in mind?”

His brother might have been a cocky bastard, but Rindou couldn’t deny that he had the freakish ability to manipulate people into doing whatever he wanted. People that apparently included their boss, Mikey.

Somehow Ran had managed to convince Mikey to ditch Takeomi and Mochi and join them on an impromptu visit to the brothel, and once there, his most intricate plan unfolded that led the unsuspecting leader of Bonten to a private room where Rindou was ball’s deep in the lookalike’s ass.

If it hadn’t been for the whore’s tight asshole clamping down on his cock and pushing him to his release, Rindou’s desire would have shriveled under the obscure intensity of Mikey’s gaze. The same gaze that had preceded the death of countless others.

Luckily for him, Ran knew exactly was he was doing and offered their boss a seat that he wordlessly accepted, pitch-black eyes shifting to the woman and widening fractionally.

That was how the Haitani brothers found themselves invited to Y/N’s room the following night, escorted by Mikey himself, whose lips twitched the moment he spotted his fake sister.

She was sitting on the armchair next to the bookshelf Mikey had built for her to store her plethora of cookbooks. She held a large hardcover over her lap that she immediately shut and set on the coffee table adjacent to her before rising to her feet and rushing toward Mikey.

It was only then that the brothers were able to take in her clothing—or lack of. She wore a white strappy open cup bra that revealed more than it covered. Hugging her waist was a matching white garter belt attached to white mesh stockings. The most tantalizing part of her get-up, however, had to be her lack of panties that exposed her cunt to the three men in the room.

Blood rushed to Rindou’s cock as he watched the object of his desires embrace her “brother” while Ran watched with a smirk pulling at his mouth.

“Mikey!” she squealed in delight, lacing her arms around his neck. “I missed you so much.”

A glimmer of glee shined in Mikey’s eyes; a reaction only the sister of his most hated enemy could draw out.

It was then that she realized they weren’t alone and a look of unease flashed across her pretty face. Her eyes darted between both brothers as her arms slipped off Mikey and she stiffened. If Mikey noticed her change in demeanor, he ignored it and wrapped his lanky arms around her waist, holding her possessively.

“Ah Mikey, I–”

“Did you do what I asked you?” He released her and looked her over while she shrank under the ferocity of his gaze.

She swallowed audibly and flushed, lowering her gaze demurely. “I-I… yes, I did.”

The Haitani’s curiosity over what exactly their leader had asked her to do didn’t last long. A wicked grin graced Mikey’s delicate features.

“Show us.”

Without any real resistance, Kisaki’s sister stepped to the side and slowly turned around, her ass on full display. Trembling hands traveled to her backside and spread her ass cheeks apart, revealing a glass buttplug in the shape of a heart.

Rindou’s cock strained painfully against his slacks and it took all of his willpower to stop him from bending her over and fucking her stretched-out hole. Ran faired better than his brother, but even he wasn’t immune to the effects of a bejeweled hole on full display, and his cock twitched to life.

“Good girl,” Mikey cooed. “Now, why don’t you take it out and show the Haitani brothers your pretty little asshole.”

“Mikey, please.” She turned to face her brother, eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “D-do I have to?”

Mikey quirked his head to the side, strands of white partially covering the confused look that graced his delicate features. “I think you know the answer to that, sweetheart.”

Tears trailed down her face, but she kept her gaze fixed on her brother as wavering fingers gripped the gem and pulled it out tantalizingly slow. Rindou bit back a moan from seeing the bulbous plug stretching her tight muscle. It was a sizeable thing that left her lubed hole clenching around nothing; something Rindou would remedy as soon as Mikey gave his consent.

“Such a pretty obedient girl, isn’t she Rindou?” Mikey strolled to the armchair his sister had previously sat on. “Why don’t you reward her for prepping so thoroughly?”

His boss didn’t need to ask twice. In a manner of seconds, she was guided to the bed by Rindou and positioned on her hands and knees with her ass up. He could feel the mess of precum inside his clothes but decided to savor the moment and her first.

Kneeled on the bed with his fingers digging into the supple flesh of her ass cheeks, Rindou licked his lips and lowered his mouth to her hole that was pretty indeed.

“Ahhhh~”

The object of his desires moaned and wriggled under Rindou’s hold as his tongue licked around her tight muscle before pushing inside. He was relentless in his devotion, kissing and licking until she keened into her bedsheets. It wasn’t until he could smell her arousal leaking out of her trembling form that he decided to give in to his fantasies.

Never before had Rindou released his aching cock faster than in that moment, his length erect and already covered in tacky precum, and the condom he’d brought was put on in record time as well. He settled behind her and rubbed his shaft along her dripping slit, lathering it up with slick to ease his passage. With each thrust between her legs, he could feel her clenching cunt but fought off the urge to fuck it.

‘Another hole for another time,’ he thought, taking hold of his cock and pressing it against her prepped hole.

It took all of Rindou’s willpower and experience to stop himself from peaking just from pushing into her tight ass that clenched and unclenched with each inch of his throbbing cock. Her initial cries of pain lasted until he was fully sheathed inside her before they turned into whines as her entire body shuddered. Arching her back, she peered back at him, her teary face flushed and lips parted.

“Please… wanna feel good.” She wiggled her hips and her tight walls clenched down, drawing out a strained hiss from Rindou. Spurred on by her encouragement, his hands gripped her garter belt and began pumping into her.

Fucking Kisaki–no, Mikey’s–sister was unlike anything Rindou had ever experienced. She was tighter than any hole his dick had sunken into, male or female, and he could practically feel his control slipping away from him with each drag against her walls.

“Fuck” he cursed, teetering at the brink of a premature orgasm. “C’mere, pretty girl.”

He sat back on his knees and pulled her back flush against him with his cock still buried inside. The change of position allowed him to stave off his peak and help Mikey’s sister with hers. Rindou’s hand traveled between her slickened folds until his fingers found her clit, protruding and just begging to be touched. She mewled at the attention he gave that bundle of nerves and rewarded him by clamping down on his cock.

“Please,” she whined and turned her head toward her brother instead of the man balls deep in her ass. “W-want more… want my pussy full too.”

Rindou’s hips stuttered at her plea. He was at a loss over her ability to address another man, let alone the one she believed was her own flesh and blood, amnesic or not. She had never acted like this with Kisaki, her real brother, and Rindou wondered what twisted ideas Mikey planted in her impressionable and broken mind.

“Ran,” Mikey snapped, breaking the elder Haitani brother out of his gaze. “You heard her. Put on a condom and give her what she wants.”

Ran swallowed. “Yes, Mikey.” He threw an apologetic glance at his baffled younger brother before following his Boss’ command. Giving his already erect cock a couple of pumps, he joined the couple on the bed and tried to ignore the look of betrayal on his brother’s face.

While Ran Haitani didn’t share the same ardent attraction to Kisaki’s sister his little brother felt, he couldn’t deny that he’d wanted her the moment she showed off her pretty gaping hole. Besides, Ran wasn’t going to say no to Mikey of all people, especially when it came to his “sister” who was proving to be more dangerous than he’d ever imagined.

After adjusting their position to accommodate him, Ran peered at the woman that was practically begging for him to fuck her. Tears dotted her lust-filled eyes, a deep flush spread across her face, and her parted mouth let out the sweetest noises with each snap of his brother’s hips.

Still trying to convince himself he was merely following Mikey’s orders, Ran dragged his length against her slit to lubricate his shaft. She whined cutely and even moved her hips against Ran’s cock, eliciting hisses from both Haitani brothers. Throwing caution to the wind, Ran’s hands replaced Rindou’s around her hips and he buried himself to the hilt all at once.

“Shiiiiit!” Rindou moaned when he felt his brother’s cock through the thin barrier of skin that separated them. “S’fucking tight.”

The woman between the Haitani brothers screamed as both men mercilessly fucked both of her holes. While at first, they settled into a rhythm that alternated which brother thrust into her, they became sloppier the closer they were to their respective orgasms and sometimes impaled the woman simultaneously.

“Play with her tits.”

The grunted command captured the attention of the three and they looked at the orchestrator of everything with varying reactions. Mikey sat on his armchair with a single hand pumping his erect cock, brow furrowed and eyes burning with lust as he watched the debauchery taking place.

Rindou was disgusted and immediately looked away, burying his head in the crook of Y/N’s neck but rolling one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Ran was shocked and tried searching for his stone-cold leader only to find a depraved man jerking off to the adopted sister he was whoring out to his men. Nevertheless, Ran put aside his apprehension and lowered his mouth over the woman’s neglected breast, working her erect nipple with his lips, mouth, and teeth.

The extra stimulation pushed Mikey’s sister to her peak. She violently tensed up and screamed out in pleasure, her walls fluttering around the two cocks drilling into her. As her orgasm pulsed through her, the Haitani brother’s reached theirs, spilling into the rubber barrier.

For a moment, the three of them sat on the bed and relaxed into each other. Rindou rested his forehead against Y/N’s shoulder and breathed in her scent. Ran let the amnesiac woman rest her head against his chest as he steadied his breathing.

The Haitani brothers had never been one’s for aftercare, but for the woman between them, they thought they could make an exception until one name from said woman’s lips put an end to that notion.

“Mikey,” she mumbled and raised a hand toward him

The brothers found him busy wiping away the cum on his hands and clothing before discarding the handkerchief and rising to his feet. His features were smoothed over to a semblance of what they had once been, but Ran and Rindou could see the possessiveness lingering beneath the surface. A possessiveness for the woman reaching out for him.

Just like that, the moment was over and they were unceremoniously ushered out of the woman’s room, leaving her at Mikey’s mercy.

Out of the corner of his eye, Ran peered at his brother, trying to gauge his reaction beneath his shaggy bangs. Rindou felt the weight of his brother’s heavy gaze and let out an exasperated sigh.

“I’m not stupid enough to get in-between… whatever fucked up thing they have.” He turned to his older brother and shot him a wry grin. “Besides, I already got what I wanted.”

Ran released a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. While he would have rallied behind his brother if Rindou had asked, he was relieved to discover that Rindou wasn’t as infatuated with the woman as he’d initially thought. Slinging an arm over the younger man, Ran dragged him away, promising to find him a pretty whore with a tight ass and grinning over the fact that he’d get to stuff a couple more rolls of bills in the safe.

You woke up sometime at night to warm pants against the shell of your ear and shallow thrusts against your rear that caused your entire body to go rigid in distress. Blinking away your sleep, you desperately took in your surroundings illuminated by the city lights streaming in from the windows across from where you lay.

The tall windows that made up an entire wall were the same ones you often gazed out of to watch the cloud formations pass by in the sky. A wave of relief washed over and you relaxed when you recognized your surroundings as your bedroom–at least until the hand draped over your waist pulled up your nightgown and something hot and pulsating pushed between your legs.

“Did I wake you?” Mikey’s husky voice whispered into your ear. “Sorry, sweetheart. I couldn’t stop thinking about how good you were today. How happy you made me and them.”

The contradicting emotions whenever Mikey became overly affectionate with you rose to the surface when he buried his face in the crook of your neck and his cock rubbed against your clothed slit. Your skin eventually erupted in goosebumps and desire pooled between your legs. They were the tell-tale signs that your body wanted him to breach the barrier of familial relations and take you the way you knew he wanted.

Yet, your knee-jerk reaction to all of his inappropriate attention was fear and repulsion. Your body never failed to stiffen and tremble until he dispelled those negative emotions during your time with him, locked in your room and away from the other’s prying eyes. Your brother’s words, which could cut you down and lift you up all in a single breath, assured you of the normalcy of your intimate relationship with him. Your brother’s touches, that struck and soothed in the same spots, coaxed from your body the reactions he wanted–no, your true reactions as he’d reminded you time and time again.

And those true reactions were what had you moving your hips in tune with his. Those reassurances that your relationship was the same as it had always been had you declaring your love for him over and over again.

Because besides your first name, the only thing you could recall amidst the thick fog that permeated your brain was the compulsory need to make your brother happy.