#about.rindou

[sugurouge]

— all yours ft. draken, inui, mikey, rindou, ran x female reader

when you make them cum inside you

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: dubcon, creampie, pet names, praise, cursing, established relationships, marking for ran

⚁ — SEISHU; his face is scrunched up in pleasure, usual soft lips swollen from heated kisses and teeth biting on the sensitive flesh. his sounds are music to your ears; pants and whines raspy as they fan over your sweaty skin. you can't help but surrender to bliss, cunt clenching around his cock as your heavy lids fall shut and your head sinks into the pillows.

seishu can only assume you're in too deep to know what you do as your legs lock around his hips, heels digging into his lower back to pull him closer. your walls pulse around his shaft, coaxing him to give you all he can as your hips grind against his; his own movements falter at that.

the blond really tries his hardest to help you regain consciousness, strained pants of his usual pet names all he can think of while his cock throbs inside you, begging for release. "baby, baby, i'm close."

a groan interrupts his words as his head falls into the juncture between your shoulder and neck. "fuck, baby, please, ease up," seishu continues with a hand on your thigh that squeezes the flesh to help you realise how you keep him locked inside.

he feels your nails dig into his shoulder blades, your tired voice sends shivers down his spine as you mewl and whine, but refuse to let him pull out.

a shaky mess of "seishu, want you to cum inside me," all you offer again and again until he fully grasps what you want. your nails scratch over his back once he crumbles on top of you, nuzzling your neck as he whines your name and picks up where he left off.

his grip on your waist firm to keep you close as his hips languidly move against yours. cock stretching your walls with every thrust until your little tug to his hair has him come undone. pushing his hips forward one last time while he fills you up with his cum.

⚄ — RAN; it was supposed to be just a quicky before he had to go to another bonten meeting, but he needed you. so here you are, back pressed against ran's chest as he fucks into you from behind, tainting your body as he sucks on your skin.

from heated kisses to harsh hair pulling, groans and moans, he gives you all in such a short amount of time, it overwhelms you. leaving you nearly dazed while his thrusts hit your sweet spot perfectly.

ran feels himself getting close and pushes you down against the counter, to pull out as soon as he is about to cum. breathy praise about 'how fucking good you feel' or 'how much you drive him mad' having your eyes roll into the back of your head once his blunt nails dig into the flesh of your hips.

your own whimpers turn into needy moans as he fucks you hard. both of you utterly lost in pleasure, ran barely realises the leg wrapping around his ankle.

successfully, you lock him in place as you get back up, hand in his neck as your ass grinds back against him. "fill me up, ran. don't want you to leave me all cold and empty for the entire day..." your walls squeeze around him, inviting him to spill his load inside your warm cunt.

"fucking brat," ran groans into your neck before his forehead drops against your shoulder. a wide grin stretching on his features as he won't even attempt to deny you of your wishes. filling your cunt up and giving himself something to daydream about.

⚂ — MIKEY; is so lost in you, in your comfort and the warmth your body provides as you're moving against him. fingertips pushing into his shoulders while your lips plant kisses along his neck and cheek before you're moaning against the shell of his ear.

you offer him all you can with your body in his lap while he just holds you close. smooth fingers gliding along your spine as your hips grind against his, chasing both of your highs.

mikey is always quiet, even during sex. yet you are absolutely en armoured with his sounds of pleasure. his quiet moans are enough to keep you going before his head falls back against the headrest of the couch, eyes shut as he finally moans your name.

you're blessed with the sight of a small grin to his lips, his entire expression so familiar to you at this point; you know he is about to cum.

so you kiss him again. your hands come up to cup his face and gently thumb his high cheek bones as you keep moving, keep sucking him in and letting him bottom out with every roll of your hips.

his fingers grab your hips for leverage, not sure if he should pull you closer or push you away. "i can't, can't wait any longer—" mikey moans into your mouth and you take the moment to finally ask for more of him.

"just cum for me, mikey, please..." you whisper, pleading him as your nails drag over his chest, teasing his nipples while you have your walls tighten around him a little more. you lift yourself off his lap and sink down again, swirling your hips and moaning upon the delicious drag of his cock to have him surrender to you.

it's the first time his hold around your waist is this tight while you feel him throb inside you, feel his hot breath against your body as he fills you up.

⚃ — DRAKEN; is deep inside you, pushing you beyond your limits as he made you cum multiple times already. yet he seems insatiable tonight as he keeps holding you close, keeps stuffing you with his cock.

his deep groans drive you mad while he peppers the softest kisses upon your body and cages you beneath him by resting on his forearm. staying close to find your lips whenever he desires.

your legs trembling upon the stretch and penetration only he can provide. stimulating your sweet spot as he finally chases his own high.

draken definitely blames it on your fucked out mind from previous orgasms that your legs simply lock around his hips. offering him an even deeper reach to almost hit your cervix.

"i'm gonna cum," he pants, "'so fucking close—" he moans into your mouth as he kisses you again and is simply unable to not grind against you, so deep it has you see stars. your legs are unwilling to ease up their hold around him as your fingers entangle in his messy dark locks to hold him even closer.

"i said i'm cuming, lemme, babe, i'm—" the brunet stutters, but you just shake your head, mumbling his name and whining so cutely, refusing to let him go. "want you inside me, ken, all of it," your tired voice demands.

and he obliges. his hand glides along your stomach, pressing down on where his cock is buried deeply inside you to leave you fully aware of where he is about to fill you up. "you better not complain then."

⚀ — RINDOU; most of the time you want him to completely wreck your body—like right now.

regardless of his roughness, your fingers are entangled as they rest beside your head with his thumb caressing the back of your hand gently.

rindou's other hand holds onto the headboard, holding himself up and on full display for you. he looks like such a mess. hair entirely out of order from your fingers holding onto him while he ate you out.

a handsome, yet untypical, grin rests on his lips as his eyes lock with yours. his pants and moans so strained and raspy, they make you clench with every pretty sound that escapes his lips.

your gaze drops to watch his core flex, ripples highlighted by sweat as he draws close to his high. leaving you unable to contain your own mewls once rindou brings one of your legs up against your chest, thumbing your clit to have you squeeze him.

yet the moment he wants to pull out, you snake your free leg around his waist. tugging him forward to have him bottom out once more. your arms wrap around his neck, bringing him even closer as you hold onto your partner tightly. moaning in bliss before murmuring "inside me, rin. rin, please, want you to cum inside me tonight."

and he is weak to this side of you—defenceless. what else can he do but to stop struggling and fuck you harder until his cum mixes with yours?

"fuck, you little monster," rindou pants in exhaustion and allows you to use his body. your giggles soon die as you come undone, your moans mixed with his name all that falls past your pretty lips now.

[sugurouge]

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠; giving you what you deserve

— characters: dom!akashi, rindou, inui, sanzu, ran, draken x female reader

genre: smut, minimal comfort, mdni

synopsis: scenario for different tokyo rev characters when they find out your ex didn't do a good job at satisfying your needs

notes: idk i was just thinking of my own failure of an ex akdjsk || please don't comment on r*n :)

warnings: mirror sex, teasing, praise, oral receiving, overstimulation, mocking, praise, pet names, size difference, orgasm delay, light degradation

⚀ — RINDOU; he never fully understood what you’re so hesitant for. you two were eager to get down pretty quickly. most often resulting in dry humping or you sucking him off. not that he would complain about it, but he wants you. wants to taste you on his tongue, wants to see you fall apart from his actions. but here you go finding one excuse after another. why do you even get so fidgety? once his worry outweighs any other feelings stirring in his body, he will cup your cheeks and practically stare you down until you reveal your problem.

but the mumbled revelations about how weird you felt with your ex, how he rarely went beyond his own pleasure and assumed you were satisfied with what he gave you are unexpected. at least rindou now knows why exactly you were so eager to please him.

“so...” the younger haitani begins, “all of this because your ex sucked in bed?” the click of his tongue tells you more than his actual words. “idiot,” he curtly adds to snap you out of your thoughts before continuing, “but luckily you have me now, don’t you?” the bastard winks at you, a small cocky smile adorning his features as his lips travel near your ear. “if there’s one thing i love on this planet, it’s eating pussy. wanna feel your thighs squish me, can you do that?” the shameless filth he spews has your grip in his dress shirt tighten, a small noise of desire escaping you once his hands roam your figure.

now, here you are, on your back, legs spread and held open by rindou’s hands before he fully dives in. smothering your cunt with all of his undivided attention, lips suckling on your clit, tongue lapping up all your juices while violet orbs watch you crumble. his words are stifled and vibrate against your folds as he tells you how fucking good you taste and how badly he wanted to see you like this.

how much must your ex have sucked if you haven’t experienced pleasure like this before? what a waste of time, rindou thinks to himself as your thighs close around his head, squishing his cheeks once your heavenly high pulses through your figure. even if your moans get muffled by your thighs, they are clearly the prettiest sound he has ever heard—and rindou knows he won’t get enough of it. the little sadist is eager, you hate to admit. he wants to make up for the failure of a guy you previously had and won’t stop after just one orgasm. this was pretty much just the starting shot for your man, as he continues to spoil your folds with his tongue and fingers despite your whiny complaints about overstimulation. he is horribly selfish, so pussy drunk on your pretty cunt that he simply can’t stop pleasuring you.

⚁ — TAKEOMI; the motto is ‘i can show you the world’. and not just with his money. you’re both aware that he isn’t the most affectionate guy, but nevertheless does he have a soft spot for you. while usually most of his love comes from his black card, he pays special attention to you the moment you open up about your past relationship.

akashi noticed early on how nervous you get when he tried to take it further. and you only grow more jittery the moment his fingers run between your thighs, tips ghosting over your clothed pussy to steal a gasp from you. your shared look speaks volumes and your quiet plea for him to be gentle is acknowledged by a low rumble that vibrates along akashi's throat. you feel his hand cup your pussy, head dipping down to kiss your neck and suck on your skin—he knows how to help you ease up. “nothing to be nervous for,” he murmurs and you almost miss out on his words by how hushed they are. “i know how to make you feel good.” and you trust his judgment, it’s not even about that. just... “my ex could never really do it for me.”

“oh.” the older man chuckles. his dry laugh makes your body heat up in embarrassment. “‘s not funny,” your annoyed voice fires back and you’re about to push him off since his cocky smirk just won't vanish. but his lips cease all the overthinking currently happening inside your mind.

the kisses you share are deep in this heated moment; they make every touch of his feel so right—just what you needed and deserve. especially so once his fingers scissor you open, pushing inside your cunt and curling upward for your sweetest spot to finally feel alive. it’s almost embarrassing how easy it is for akashi to navigate you toward your orgasm, touching your body like he already knows your weak spots. the gentle flick against your clit has you tumble over the edge quickly while he allows you to hide yourself against his chest. “only dumb little boys don’t know how to take care of a woman,” he murmurs into your ear before he positions you on his lap for him to spoil you dumb on his dick.

once akashi is over the soft phase, done with showing you how you should feel when someone else tells you they take care of you, he loves to fuck you from behind. knows just how good the position hits all the right nerves inside your needy pussy and the view of your back and ass are just the sweetest cherry on top for him.

⚂ — SEISHŪ; you felt comfortable around him right from the start, so opening up about your previously failed relationship wasn’t something unthinkable. not only do you talk about the miserable sex, but also about the general lack of love and adoration coming from your previous partner. and inui seriously feels bad. sympathises with you to a point where he apologises in the first moment.

and realising how accepting seishū is while listening to the tales of a loser, nodding or humming to your words, has your heart flutter and fall even more for the handsome blond. really, you melt the moment his arms circle around your waist to pull you close. allowing you to indulge in the fine smell of his cologne, in the feeling of his body against yours and you finally realise how badly you want to be with him. “in the end i’m glad you moved on... and i hope i’m a little better than he is,” inui quietly confesses his own worries in return, the hands on your back tugging you closer as he nuzzles into your neck. you’re needy from the desire you previously tried to ignore but it’s simply impossible with a guy like him; pretty and considerate, charming and good looking to a point you deem it almost unfair. “you’re a million times better,” you whisper in return.

really, inui is so determined to give his girl a good time. the amount of praise and body worship he offers nothing but natural as they roll off his tongue. inui peppers the softest kisses over your figure while languidly moving his hips inside your gummy walls, enjoying every drag of his cock inside your pulsing walls. your heart combusts once his hand comes up to cradle the side of your face with never breaking eye contact while a soft smile spreads on both of your faces. but it’s even more adorable how he grows shy again and dips his head down to hide against the curve of your neck, allowing for his words to meet your ears the moment they leave his lips. “you feel so good, baby. can’t get enough of your pretty pussy..” promises of how well you’re doing for him pile up and have you cling to the man. with your arms hooked around his neck, you make sure to leave no room between your bodies once you reach your high, lips moving against another to drink up your moans.

but the surprising moment of the night is when he makes you cum on his fingers and tongue, eating you out like a man starved while creating a beautiful mess on his face. his chuckles ring against your puffy lips, only giving you more pleasure along the way. and it’s the petty words meeting your folds that have your eyes roll back and your legs shake. “can’t believe the idiot your ex must have been for not fucking you the way you deserve, baby.” while you literally soak his fingers in your cum.

⚃ — HARUCHIYO; he pities you. but also gets horribly competitive? he can treat you way better, you should be aware of that already, right? he may not be perfect, but his fingers are; and especially his cock. he knows how much previous partners loved every inch of his and he won’t be shy about it. feigns a pout as he listens to your vent about your ex boyfriend and how disappointing it was, how you sometimes wish you never had anything with him at all.

yet you didn’t expect sanzu to simply pin you beneath him the next second, those pretty blues of his piercing through your soul as you stare into each other’s eyes. “w-what?” you sheepishly ask as he refuses to make any further moves. you didn’t mean to talk about your ex to challenge your new boyfriend, but apparently sanzu took it that way. while he won’t reply to you verbally, you will soon feel his lips on your neck, collarbones and jaw. his hips roll against your clothed pussy, allowing for his erection to grow and apply pressure. right next to your ear will he whisper the most filthy things, cute giggles mixing with his words as he teases you until you squirm beneath him. “i guess it’s time someone shows my pretty baby how she deserves to get fucked... hmm, i can’t wait to hear you moan my name. don’t hold back, sweet thing, promise me.”

you do. you promise you will let him know how good only he can make you feel. and there is no such thing as slow love making for sanzu, he fucks you. literally ruins you for the next day with how crazy he is for you. your legs are pinned to your chest and force you to feel every inch of his cock drag along your tight walls while his thumb toys with your clit or his fingers flick against your nipples. “you’re such a pretty little slut.” sanzu coos filthy praise for you, ensuring to stimulate your brain. and how could he not let you know that “your moans are so fucking addictive, baby.” while his own are music to your ears.

sadly, he will deny you of your orgasm just to leave your body hyper sensitive to every touch of his. sanzu loves teasing and he will do so you until you beg to stop, until your innocent mouth pleas for his cock to make you cum while hot tears spill down your cheeks.

the little overachiever kisses you all over, large hands will squeeze your flesh and handle you just right, positioning you from missionary to doggy—you name it, you’ll get it. and best believe he dug his own grave with it, since he has awoken a little sex monster who expects a similar madness the following night.

⚄ — RAN; oh, ran will make you explore your own body. especially if the guy prior to him was your first relationship and you seem a little clueless over what brings pleasure upon your own body. you need to know for yourself what gets you off and how you like to be touched and handled.

this man takes his sweet time unravelling you. “come here,” would be the first demand slipping past his smooth lips tonight with a hand held out for you to take, allowing him to pull you in his lap before long arms wrap around your waist. his chin rests on top of your shoulder and your gazes meet through the big mirror leaning against the wall of your bedroom. “in order for me to make you feel perfect...” the older haitani murmurs against your hot skin while his lips pepper kisses along your raging pulse, “we first need to find out what my girl likes.” you can only hum in agreement, not quite sure what to expect until his touch speaks for itself.

your legs are parted over his own, the glistening of your folds on full view for your boyfriend thanks to the heavenly sight in the mirror. he will test everything he knows that can make someone feel good. teasing your body with faint kisses and touches only for them to turn deep and hungry. from brushing his nails along your inner thighs until your legs twitch to blowing cool air against your nape, his actions leave you on edge. ran will check in on you, asking you about how his pretty girl is doing, as if he can’t see you going crazy. especially so once his fingers draw near your pussy and smear your arousal all over your folds. gently rubbing your clit until your hips buck against his fingers. he is a tease, even more so if you’re easy to surrender to him.

and once he has you seated on his cock, he will go as far as to roll your hips for you. despite his teasing, he really cares for your pleasure and wants you to enjoy yourself and your time with him. therefore, his movements are slow and gentle, leaving you horribly aware of how big and perfectly shaped his cock is to reach all the right spots inside of you. his purple irises bask in your heavenly sight as your head drops against his shoulder while you remain on full display for both your eyes. the grip on your cheeks reminds you to keep looking at yourself while ran forces you to tell him what feels right.

“want a little more?” he whispers into your ear and his breath sends shivers to blossom over your skin. “please, ran… as if you have to ask,” you mumble and he chuckles. “well, i need my baby to tell me what she likes, don’t i?” his nose nudges your cheek for your eyes to finally meet directly and your lips to find each other’s. so for one night, and one night only, all your demands of faster, deeper, harder are heard by ran. and he will listen, especially once you start begging.

⚅ — DRAKEN; ah, truth be told he is pleasantly surprised. not about the fact you went without the care you deserve for so long, but more so that he will be the first to really show you what you deserve. and also, of course, he won’t admit that to you, he is a little petty. he heard stories of your ex and saw him on social media as well, deemed him as one of the shallow pretty boys with little substance to their soul. thank god you got rid of him. but now you have a ‘real man’. someone fully dedicated to you and your pleasure. if he wasn’t eager to make you feel good before, he is all the more determined now.

before anything really happens, he will kiss your cheeks, forehead and the tip of your nose, teasing you by not giving your mouth a kiss until you complain. “you sound so pretty when you beg for me,” he will whisper against your soft lips and cause your body temperature to involuntarily rise. you didn’t expect him to be into dirty talk, but he can be extremely filthy in bed. and the eye candy of seeing him undressed is already enough to have you yearn for him; moaning his name ever so softly while his lips continuously plant kisses on your form. from your neck to your tits and stomach, until he arrives at your pussy. you grow timid the moment he inhales your scent, tugging on his roots and attempting to shut your legs again as you yelp his name in surprise. if it wasn’t for the strong pair of hands to hold you open while gentle kisses over clothed cunt coax you into submission.

draken gets you squirming and soaking wet just from his foreplay before placing you on his lap. your arms rest around his neck and your lips clash with another, a deep kissed fuelled with desire distracting you from his curious fingers. they push inside your pulsing cunt and slowly work you open for him while he helps you rock your hips against his hand, teaching you how to ride someone for your own pleasure. “you like that, baby?” he whispers along your neck once you clench around his digits. your fingers paw at his shoulders and scratch over his skin, legs getting shaky as the coil in your abdomen threatens to finally snap. babbling small “yes” again and again as your forehead falls against his shoulder and you cum.

your shaky exhales and moans have draken’s cock strain in his pants, eager to please you and stretch you. he holds on to your hips the entire time while he helps you take his member, mewling over his size but feeling utter bliss once he bottoms out. “such a good girl, look at you taking me like a champ,” he feels your walls tighten over his praise and feels his chest swell with pride because of how sensitive you are for him. the brunet helps you bounce, well aware of how good the stimulation is when you’re in his lap. so he supports you with all he has. literally treats you like a doll thanks to his strength; but you love it.

the way you moan his name has his cock twitch inside your cunt and his hands dig into your skin, bruising your hips but who cares if pleasure feels this good. draken will go beyond your expectations.

[sugurouge]

𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

what's better than the attention of one haitani? being their shared plaything, of course! if only ran could keep his superiority complex in check... and let's not start to look into his little problem called possessiveness. sharing is caring, after all

pairing: haitani brothers x female reader

genre: smut, mdni

wordcount: 1.9k

warnings: orgasm control, praise, jealousy, impact play, degradation, usage of ran's baton, dacryphilia

“Princess,” the voice to your left rings against the shell of your ear. You feel nimble fingers dance along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh as the man affectionately coos at you. They leave you almost feeling comforted for the orgasm you were just denied of—if it wasn’t for the scoff to your right.

“Yeah, right, princess…” the richer voice repeats in mock. Ran is rocking his left thigh once for you to jump in their hold and get you out of your little haze. “More like little crybaby,” the older brother muses, while he mindlessly rakes his blunt nails along your arm.

Yet despite his distant behaviour, his violet eyes drink in your desperate form. The way you oh-so-sweetly stare at him with your adorable puppy eyes—it must be horrible to not be allowed to cum.

“Truly a shame,” he murmurs to himself. But you catch his words and whimper; knowing too well what he is referring to without even having to lay a finger on you.

“Please, I was so close, Rindou…” your meek voice catches the younger Haitani off-guard and he steals a glance over your shoulder at his brother.

You don’t need to see him to know the answer.

Sighing in defeat, your head falls back against their shoulders as you feel the cool metal of Ran’s baton push against your inner thigh to further spread your legs over theirs. A low whistle accompanies his greedy eyes roaming over your quivering body. He must admit that Rindou did well with riling you up.

“Aw, you’re dripping for us,” Ran’s timbre chuckle vibrates against your body and you arch your back for some form of stimulation to your cunt. Attempting to rub your folds against the smooth fabric of their slacks until slender fingers wrap around your throat and force you to halt.

“Ran—”

“Nuh-uh, don’t interrupt me, Rindou.”

Really, their sibling bickering, especially while you’re seated on one thigh of either brother, is hell. Even more so any time Ran gets high on one of his power trips and desires for not just to you obey, but his brother as well.

Yes, while you may be their shared plaything, at the end of the day, your joy lies in the hands of the older brother.

“Now, where was I again?” said man whispers in your ear, hot breath causing goosebumps to spread over your neck. He happily watches the trail of ripples down to your perked nipples, teasing them with his truncheon until you whine his name. It’s impossible to not toy with you, so he places the tool beneath the swell of your breasts, pressing the metal against your skin and lifting your tits before letting gravity do its deed.

His amused chuckle at the bounce of your tits embarrasses you, but the firm grip Rindou holds on your hair keeps you in place for their games. “Please, ‘s too much teasing…” you exhale, feeling your pussy almost dripping in arousal as the stinging on your scalp, their hot breaths over your body and Ran’s baton become unbearable.

“So you want us to stop having fun?”

It is now Rindou’s turn to play with you again; to guilt trip you until you surrender to their greed. A soft spank to your clit has your fingers wrap around his wrist, teary orbs meeting his calculated ones.

Oh, your little pout is simply the cutest.

“Baby, we just love playing with your body. I’m sure you don’t want to deny us of it, right?” His eyes glance towards Ran in warning, reminding you of who is behind you again, as a smirk spreads on the younger brother’s lips.

Upon your silence, Rin rubs patterns on your clit, occasionally grazing your pussy lips with his nails and further coating his digits in your arousal. “We just wanna share the fun. You know how much fun means to us, don’t you?”

“Y-yeah,” you finally reply, fingers now carding through his coloured hair as his lips brush yours.

“Good—”

“Good girl, eh,” Ran’s mocking voice quips back in from behind. Surprisingly enough, the sadistic younger brother holds a soft spot for you, enabling Ran to not just tease you but his little brother as well, as soon as he gets the chance to.

Meanwhile Ran loves to take, tease and mock. It takes real tears staining your pretty features for the older Haitani to pity you.

“‘s what I wanted to say,” Rindou mumbles. but takes Ran’s praise as his cue to place sloppy kisses along your neck. Sucking and licking at the slightly ticklish area as your hips buck against his hand, with whimpers and whines ringing in your throat once Rindou’s middle- and ring-finger enter and stretch your pussy.

You lean into the younger Haitani’s warmth and the shift of your weight on top of their thighs doesn’t go unnoticed by either of the brothers.

Yet the cool touch of Ran’s fingers on your cheek catches you off-guard as he brings your face to meet with his, locking eyes with yours while Rindou pushes his drenched digits into your cunt over again.

“Look at me, doll, hm? You won’t forget about me, won’t you?” Ran bumps the tip of his nose against yours, smirking over your obedience when you eagerly part your lips for him. He hums briefly, before a content sigh fans over your moistened lips and his mouth chases yours. His tongue immediately finds its way inside between your lips, lapping and tasting you to the fullest as your wet muscles brush against another.

“So sweet,” he murmurs as your moans keep tumbling out of your mouth.

Rindou feels your soft walls tighten around his fingers, groaning as he wishes for nothing but for his cock to experience the same treatment soon. “‘nd fucking close, ain’t you?” The younger brother adds to Ran’s statement, grinning in satisfaction. “Are my fingers that good, baby? You like how I fuck you, right?”

Sweet little mumbles “yes” leave your kiss-swollen lips as you turn to face Rindou. Your heated body desperately seeks the penetration delivered by his fingers as your hips grind down on him. “So good, Rin-, Rindou… please, wanna cum, Rin!”

It’s really cute how you mewl his name. And the sight of you on top of Rindou, with your back arched and ass on full display, is truly beautiful. If only Ran was blessed with the sight of your bouncing tits, instead of his baby brother.

So the stinging sensation of his baton meeting the fat of your ass shouldn’t really come as a surprise—yet it still has you yelp in shock. Fingers accidentally tugging on Rindou’s roots as you clamp around his digits.

“Little slut,” Ran clicks his tongue, displeasure laced in his words before he simply pulls you back into his chest—and successfully away from his brother.

By now Ran is well trained in ignoring his brother’s complaints. A master at zoning any background noise out to fully bask in your cries over yet another ruined orgasm. His fingers grip into the back of your knees and spread you wide for both of their eyes to take in your figure.

“Maybe next time you know who to beg for,” his sickenly-sweet voice mocks before he presses tender kisses to your cheek as if he didn’t just spank your ass red.

Rindou grumbles in defeat, almost looking like a beaten dog. Yet his eyes are trained on Ran while he licks his fingers clean from your juices, witnessing your fall from grace.

Purple eyes watching every move you make. From how your fingers tug on Ran’s sleeve, ass pressing against his crotch and lips ghosting along his neck, whispering for him to touch you, to “Please, make me cum, Ran.”

You bless both men with glossy tears dancing along your lash lines. They cause a grin to spread on Ran’s lips, successfully making him look like the wolf in sheep’s clothing, while you cling to him like your lifeline. The younger brother must admit that Ran is excellent at delivering a show anytime you’re in his lap. Rendering him unable to not palm his erection through his tight confines as he stares at nothing but you.

“You want me to touch you?” Ran murmurs. His fingers glide along your body, over your tits and stomach before he reaches your slit, where he halts once more. So close yet so far away from where you want his slender fingers to be. “Here?”

“Y-yes, please,” you quietly confess. The reward is another harsh spank to your clit, his flattened hand now fully pressing against your folds as he soothingly rubs the irritated area. “Hmm… don’t really feel like touching you where my brother has been already today.”

“N-no, Ran!” Your strained voice pleads, feeble fingers attempting to guide his hand to your aching core.

And now, finally, they get to see your pretty tears running over your soft cheeks as the fear of being left unsatisfied settles in your bones.

“C’mon, if you’re not gonna make her cum, I’ll fuck her for both of us.” Rindou’s words remind you of the other Haitani in the room. Eyes darting over to meet his stare, praying he won’t realise how blatantly you forgot about him as soon as Ran started toying with you.

“Who said I wouldn’t make her cum?” Ran lilts, while his eyes remain trained on you. Tenderness now hidden behind those beautiful purple irises; which he shows no one but you. Until the familiar metal of his baton runs over your body and his pupils dilate alarmingly.

The tool traces along your thighs, hips and between your tits for it to finally arrive at your mouth.

“Good girls say ‘ah’,” Ran coos and pushes the tip of the weapon inside your mouth, thoroughly coating it with your saliva once you part your lips for him.

The feeling is odd, surely nothing compared to his heavenly cock or fingers when they are stuffed inside your mouth.

“I’m gonna play with our dumb doll without you interrupting me, got that? And I promise, I’ll let her cum as often as i want…” Ran proclaims, talking to his brother as if you’re invisible. They stare at each other until the younger brother nods.

Finally, he acknowledges your existence again. Heavy eyes looking down to meet yours as he mumbles. “I’ll let you come if you get off on my baton.” Ran has the audacity to wink at you the moment he finishes his sentence, while the tool already finds its way between your thighs and stimulates your clit.

The sensation of the metal growing warm beneath your body temperature is agonising. It ignites sparks to course through your cunt and makes you moan almost obscenely. The pent up desperation of your denied orgasms really threatens to hit you all at once as Ran continues to play with your clit.

“See how easy it is for me to make her cum, little brother?”

Ran barely gets to finish the question when the couch dips under Rindou’s weight once he lurches forward to pin you between their bodies. “You know it is all ‘cause I can better care—”

Yet it is finally, finally, Ran’s name falling past your lips that has both brothers shut up.

Whining little “Ran, Ran, Ran…”’s into the older one’s neck, exhaustion being more apparent than before.

Admittedly so, watching you come undone is a drug, better than anything they could get on the market. With your face scrunched in pleasure, thighs trembling over the hard orgasm while Ran continues to relentlessly stimulate your clit.

The older Haitani places an affectionate kiss to the crown of your head, then smirks. “Good girl, that’s my little slut, moaning the right name,” Ran finishes and grins like a madman at Rindou, softly chuckling over his brother’s agitation.

But the smug attitude is wiped off immediately the moment Rindou simply dives between your legs and eats you out while using his brother as a mere backrest for his princess.

[sugurouge]

𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨?

games are good for the memory and right now it seems like you're in dire need to be reminded of who you belong to.

— pairing: dom! haitani brothers x female reader

genre: good old smut

wordcount: 4.8k

warnings: jealousy, haitanis are teasing shits, fingering, degradation, orgasm control/denial, sensory deprivation (blindfolding), light dacryphilia, traces of praise, possessive behaviour, maybe jealousy (not like either of them would get jealous, nope), pet names, choking, spanking, marking, biting

notes: for my favourite indecisive haitani simp @souyana who currently insists that rindou is her one and only criminal. just know that ran and i are waiting for your senses to work again ;) i hope that you will/can enjoy this and, again, happy birthday! i wish you only the best <3

Sometimes staying quiet is a wise decision. Silence can be golden, mostly so when it comes to playing with criminals. But other times you enjoy cheaper methods, as speech is silver.

Silver, like the dainty necklace around your neck and the deft rings of the fingers currently curled around your neck, reminding you of how easily the adoring touch could turn deadly if they just were to apply a little more pressure. Maybe you should have kept your mouth shut tonight.

“You sure you want to play games with us?” The rich voice behind you hums while the same lips adore the soft skin of your exposed shoulder. “Didn’t you have enough fun at your little party yet?” He continues. You lick your lips in anticipation, pretty lashes fluttering behind the blindfold the older brother previously wrapped around your head.

“Why don’t you answer him?” Alone the baritone rings of Rindou's rich voice in front of you steals a quiet moan from you only Ran is able to catch with how close you are to him. “Now, you won’t go ahead and ignore Rindou as well, won’t you, pretty thing? You know how hurt he gets…”

Ran hisses shortly after finishing his sentence, the little jerk of his figure lets you assume Rindou reacted accordingly to his brother’s teasing—if only you could see his adorable glare.

“It’s just that I can’t think if you tease me like this.” You attempt to explain and hope it will farm you pity points. “Aw, but we didn’t even do anything. Rindou isn’t even touching you, is he?” Ran coos into your ear, the puffs of laughter fanning over your neck have you shiver in his hold while your head shakes from left to right. You breathe a quiet, “no, he isn’t,” in sad agreement with Ran’s words.

Luckily, the disappointment in your tone doesn’t go unnoticed by either of the brothers. “Do you want him to?” Ran interrogates while Rindou continues to watch from his slouched position in front of you. God, you wish you knew what was happening to your mind. Just the fact that you can’t see either of the devious brothers makes the entire experience far more thrilling than your usual playdates as a pack of three. “Yes, please!” A voice with too much eagerness proclaims, to your horror you realise it was your own.

The desperation hidden in those two words has another chuckle vibrate against your back. “So needy for little Rin. What? Am I not enough for my pretty girl anymore?” Ran teases, you are aware. He would never second guess his influence on you and the power he holds over you. Regardless of the knowledge, you shake your head to his words as you lean back further into his chest. “You know how much I want you as well, Ran.”

The reward comes in the form of his lips ghosting over yours, enjoying the way you chase after them when the distance between your bodies grows again. “Of course I do. You want me so badly that you try to make me jealous with random people. You think your stares were inconspicuous tonight?”

“Most obvious thing I’ve ever seen,” Rindou chirps in with his usual neutral voice, and they both chuckle at the memory. “Next time go for a pretty girl, hm?” “Would at least be a show worth watching,” Rindou comments again. “And then you’ll be surprised when she treats me better and I’ll leave you—” you don’t even get to finish the sentence before your cheeks are squished in a cruel hold. “You wouldn’t leave us.” Rindou intervenes your little tantrum immediately, and the drop in his voice lets you know not to joke about such things.

“You couldn’t even exist without us anymore. You love us too much,” Ran adds with a sentimental sigh while his fingertip teases along your waistline. “You do?” Rindou pressures out of sheer curiosity while still imagining you with another woman. “I love you,” you’re quick to agree with an obedient nod of your pretty head.

“Then why do you always give us such a hard time when we try to be nice to you, hm? Tonight was supposed to be about you,” Ran reminds and Rindou hums along to his words. His rougher hand cradles your own in its hold, fingertips brush over the thin skin on the back. Meanwhile, the softer set of hands turns your head for Ran to watch the swell of your lips bounce beneath the drag of his thumb. “I don’t know. I just, Ran, please, it’s so hard to think right now,” you plea once more as soon as Rindou’s fingers touch the inside of your thigh, delicately scratching along the sensitive area to watch you spread your legs for him. “She can’t even think about anything but getting fucked,” the younger brother notes and grins over your desperate whine when his lips connect with your knee.

“That’s so cute...” Ran coos before envy fuels him, and he leans down to kiss along your neck. “So desperate for cock. We trained you so well, pretty thing.” Both chuckle in sync as they share a sinister look over your shoulder upon the quick bob of your head. “You do! Please, I didn’t mean to upset you with that guy. I just… just–” you shut your mouth as the words threaten to stumble past your pretty lips. “You just what?” Rindou pressures while he rubs the fabric of your panties between his fingertips. “I just thought we could have some fun if I get you to be jealous.”

“Mh, that obviously failed, didn’t it?” Ran laughs again. You hate when his amusement is sponsored by your mistakes, despise how he degrades you to nothing but a child at times. “Didn’t it, princess?” Rindou tags along, sounding just as much of a teasing shit like his brother, but his lips remain soft against your skin.

“Yes!” You finally take responsibility for your pathetic attempt of a game and feel entirely exposed upon your confession, alongside embarrassed and dumb for even assuming either of the brothers would get jealous. “Yeah…” you add rather hushed as your head drops in shame.

“Luckily we are feeling generous tonight,” Ran starts and Rindou ends, “only because it’s your birthday.” “Such a lucky coincidence we get to unwrap our favourite present on your special day.” The words have you exhale a deep breath before your mind blanks upon the drag of your dresses’ zipper to leave you exposed to the brothers—safe for your panties. “Now keep those pretty legs spread for us…”

They shift you around like their life-sized doll and abandon your shivering figure on top of the expensive silken sheets. “What are you two doing?” Your innocent voice rings into the dark yet is only met with silence. Eventually, enough is enough, you decide, as you reach up to take that stupid blindfold off your eyes to search for your personal demons.

If it wasn’t for the languid movements of your first hunter to wrap his fingers around your wrist and pin them against your bed. “Nuh uh, you wanted to play a game,” Rindou whispers against your lips and now you know it’s Ran’s hands that spread your legs for him to bask in the glory of your already stained underwear. His hot breath fans over the wet spot and leaves you moaning against Rindou’s lips, hungry for more. “So we’re gonna play a game. Just like you wanted.”

“Can’t you—” but the fingers pressed down on your tongue gag you from speaking any further. “Can’t.” Rindou concludes and you know he is grinning in your face, you don’t even have to see him.

“Now listen up, pretty.” The older Haitani starts as the hands around your thighs pull you down to the end of the bed and right beneath his body. “We’re gonna play a game. A real fun game, yeah?” Upon the continuing silence, you realise they are waiting for you; teasing you with the way they require you to still react to their words despite the maddening touch of their hands. “Okay, yes, yes,” you finally utter before your head whips around as soon as the bed dips behind you again.

“The rules are simple,” Rindou notes while his fingertips glide along your shoulder, and Ran adds, “Rindou and I will test just how well you know both of us.” The low hum behind you steals your attention before a rough hand ghosts over the swell of your tits to graze your nipples and watch you squirm. “Every lick, kiss, touch… you get to guess which one of us it was,” Ran continues as he demonstrates the game by kissing along your inner thigh. “And as soon as you get it right, you’ll get a reward.”

“And, and what if I fail?”

They chuckle again; you know that tone. Know it doesn’t mean anything good for you if they share a laugh. “You don’t wanna find out, do you?” Rindou whispers into your ear.

“It’s your birthday, baby, let it be a surprise,” Ran pressures on top of Rindou‘s enticing whispers and that‘s all the convincing the brothers needed for you to give in and succumb to their little birthday game.

In the end, their alluring words and promises are nothing but a scheme for a greater good; to remind you of who you belong to. Not any stranger up for your cheap liquor in a club, not the pretty girl giving you bedroom eyes from across the dancefloor, but the satanic duo the Haitani brothers are.

“Mhm, my birthday..“ you mumble, almost as if you forget about your special day ever since you fell under the special care of the brothers for the night. “So then, since the princess agrees, my dear brother,“ Ran hums against your thigh before his touch abandons you simultaneously as Rindou‘s hands vanish from your figure. You already hate how empty you feel, exposed and in desire to be surrounded and filled by them. Yeah, you already detest this game.

So who starts?

“Have the honour, little brother,“ you can faintly hear Ran’s voice. As if on cue, you feel a pair of hands come up to cradle your face in its palms, thumbing over the swell of your cheeks before lithe fingers wrap around your neck to hear a gasp from your parted lips. But who is it? You can barely worry about the guessing game when the air inside your lungs is limited, circulation cut off by determined hands.

Yet the teasing touches to your clit catch you off guard, you should have expected them to play dirty. So of course the panted moan of “Rindou!“ sounds next in the small room between your bodies, but the pain won‘t subside, the struggle still evident to your burning lungs. “Rindou, please, Rin—” You try, tears sting your eyes and you realise your critical error upon that distinct ring on the right hand. “Ran! God… no, both, ‘s both of you,“ You croak until the hands finally ease up and you‘re rewarded with a kiss on top of your lips. “Just like that, princess. You‘ve mastered the tutorial.”

Unfortunately, there is barely any chance for relief, not with the Haitani brothers around. No, instead the dragging of lips roaming over your shoulder and neck and whispered words of praise about being such a clever girl turn into sinister chuckles shared between the duo as fear cools your gradually overheating body down. “But since you still failed to guess right—” Ran cuts in with, “three times~” in an utterly amused tone and Rindou’s acknowledging hum follows suit. “Since you failed to guess right three times—” You already know what he wants, the higher octave of your whines and whimpers gives way to your realisation. “Rindou, please.” “Shhh, don’t interrupt him. Only I may do that,” Ran whispers as he shushes you with a finger to your lip.

“Well, as I wanted to say before two idiots interrupted me. Three failed attempts equals three spanks.” Your legs press shut by instinct, already well aware of the locations Rindou loves to use most for his lectures. “B-but it was—, Ran said it was just the tutorial… Please, don’t. Give me another chance, Rin please.” You ramble while panic brings your scared heart to pulse quicker than it already did upon the drag of Rindou’s hand along your quivering form. Which at this point itches to submit to either of the brothers; especially so once Ran’s chuckles fan across your legs and Rindou rubs your inner thigh. Their tender kisses soothe and convince you to give in and spread your thighs until your glistening folds are met with the cool temperatures of the room. Yet it’s not the chilly air that has you squirm, but the quick spank meeting your throbbing pussy lips. In return, your pretty whines have Rindou groan into your neck, cock already twitching just from your reaction alone.

“Seems like our little slut enjoys the punishment as well...” Ran muses after the second slap delivered by Rindou right on top of your clit has a louder moan bounce off the walls. “Wish you could see her pretty pussy clench ‘round nothing,” the older brother continues and watches you grow embarrassed just from his words as he feels your sudden resistance to his hold on your spread legs. “Don’t, don’t say that—” Rindou’s third spank has you forget your complaints as your back arches off his chest upon the stinging impact.

And that's how the end to your sanity began. While you may have been confident in your knowledge of the brothers before, with blinded eyes you struggle to tell them apart. You usually know what they like to do; you remembered the feeling of Rindou’s tongue the moment the wet muscle licked a greedy stripe up your clit. Nobody does it like him, nobody did ever get as lost between your legs like he does. The ticklish sensation of his bangs further confirms your suspicions until your cry of “Rindou!” gives the first point to you.

And initially, the points keep raining in above your head the same way their praise does. They were never shy to spoil you with gifts, words and touches and especially the last habit helps you tremendously in the very moment. Your body burns in memory of Ran’s desiring kisses over your figure. The older brother loves to worship you with his mouth, kisses always linger around your figure whenever he decides to be passionate. So recognising his longing was easy, almost too easy. Just like the strong grip Rindou always has on you, never one for stolen touches but all-consuming hugs as well as manhandling. You can’t even resist the need to giggle when he flips you on your stomach, too accustomed to the playfulness of the sex with him that your sultry voice can’t help but to reward the man with a sultry call of his name.

It almost seems like they forgot what this game was about as all they do is bring you a joyful time. Yet, who are you to worry? No, you drink it all up in oblivious bliss, feeling content with being able to recognise them this quickly—almost like they have it all planned out.

But it couldn’t be, right?

Not when Rindou tests you by sucking on your neck, the way only Ran would. His hands hold you almost as gently, but the cheeky ring on his left hand lets you know it’s the younger one of the duo. Rindou’s lips are also hungrier than Ran’s, never one for teasing licks or pecks along your gorgeous skin, the missing expertise and sudden roughness to his suckling diminishes any chance of this treatment being delivered by anyone else.

And the amused laughter to your left further affirms your suspicion once you dare to call out the name of the younger Haitani, a breathless pant of “R-Rindou,” the only reply you’re able to offer after all their games. Only then do you get rewarded with the kisses you actually crave.

You always knew about Ran’s slyness, yet you’ve never expected him to go through such great lengths. Not just did he remember your little knicks and knacks, but Rindou’s as well, you hate to admit, once your winning streak suddenly turns dry.

The older brother did an excellent job at lulling you into a state of fake security, making you believe the devious team had indeed a little system at how to approach you. That was Rindou, Ran, Rindou, and you were so sure Rindou took the next turn again, judging by the teeth creating the familiar stinging sensation only the younger Haitani ever inflicted on your body.

But the amused hum right against the shell of your ear informed you about just how wrong you were. You should have listened to your conscience, should have known Ran would never be selfless enough to let Rindou have all the fun. And unfortunately, you miss out on their exchanged look; so nothing could have prepared you for the numbing feeling of lithe fingers wrapping around your throat, or the stretch of your tight walls as he steals your last traces of decency.

“You did that on purpose didn’t you? Felt so desperate to get a little more attention from me you guessed wrong, hm?” Ran murmurs in a low voice but won’t even allow you to answer, not when his slick drenched fingers can press down on your tongue the moment his grip around your neck eases up. Ran loves to shove his fingers down your throat, teasing and abusing your gag reflex with his fingertips until your pretty lipstick is ruined by saliva dripping down your chin. “Such a needy thing… and still so eager to suck clean whatever comes between her lips.”

They both chuckle upon the humiliation while you can’t even defend yourself beside the tears staining the silken fabric of your blindfold, it’s the only hint that his degradation indeed hurt you—hit you, just right; judging by the way your pretty whimpers ring from your trembling lips.

Yet the deliciously numbing sensation of Ran’s long fingers abusing your throat ends the moment he notices the desperate grinding of your hips against his thigh. “Who told you, you could hump me like a little bunny in heat?” He muses beneath a breathy chuckle and leaves you high and dry; his hands snap off your body as if the man suddenly burnt himself on your figure. “This is a punishment, silly thing, you’re not supposed to enjoy it.” Ran adds in awe while he kneels in front of you to let his warm breath fan over your shivering skin.

“Then you should stop pleasuring her first,” Rindou adds like a true smart ass. “I should, but… look at her,” Ran fires back as he straightens his posture to glance at Rindou over his shoulder, allowing the younger brother full view of your glistening folds and clenching pussy that desperately begs for Ran’s fingers.

You don’t even need to see them to feel their stares and imagine their grins over the fact how wet this stupid game got you already. “Can’t we just continue, please?!” you practically whine in embarrassment as both men keep staring at your pussy like it’s the finest art they have ever seen. “So eager for another punishment it seems…” Rindou murmurs beneath his breath and leaves a teasing spank to the side of your thigh, grinning proudly over the bounce of your flesh and your surprised yelp.

You’re just such a cute little masochist, how could he keep himself in check? One hand actually returns to pump two digits inside your pussy, curling them inside your gummy walls to stimulate the blood shot area while the pace remains steady. They keep teasing you just enough for your orgasm to feel in reach while both brothers watch the rise and fall of your chest, the trembling of your thighs and your pretty nails digging into the duvets. You’re simply “Adorable,” as the taller man murmurs while your body begs for more.

Your ongoing challenge is to decipher which of the brothers is presently taking his turn with you, which only gets harder the further your mind feels clouded by your arousal. You were so sure that it’s Ran, the twist of the fingers too calculated to let it be the desire-driven younger Haitani. Until a ring pushes against your entrance, a ring on the left hand, like Rindou wears.

Momentarily, you forget that the Haitani brothers are quick learners. Beyond that, they are even faster to recognise someone’s weaknesses and tricks, like memorising your favourite brother by their jewellery or hair style. “Come on, who is fucking you right now, pretty thing?” Rindou speaks in his typical low voice while their touch is relentless as greedy fingers roam along your figure. “Not fair!” Is all you manage to groan the moment a thumb rubs patterns on your clit. “Who?” Ran further pressures while his lips kiss along your stomach.

Unsurprisingly enough, the answer of “I just wanna cum,” sadly convinces neither of the brothers and the fingers inside your pussy pull out to spread your arousal over your folds. “So fucking wet…” one of them speaks in admiration and the little bite that’s left in you forms a whiny “fuck you!” At least this earns you yet another round of soft laughter from both directions before the entire atmosphere of the room drops at Ran’s words. “You have three seconds to tell us who it was.”

No, this does not feel like the initial game anymore. This feels like they let their frustrations out on you for even pretending to be interested in someone else while your mind is supposed to succumb to them, and only them. You belong to them. Your body belongs to them, and so does your pleasure.

And you being disobedient won’t help you in proving anything to them. Neither your worth nor your loyalty—especially not being deserving to cum. But if you’re so aware of your typical no-go’s, then why are you so determined to keep your mouth shut? Why won’t you part your pretty lips to call out the name of the brother that finger fucked you last? Do you perhaps not know who the culprit was? It can’t be that you fear your punishment, can it?

Your silence doesn’t do you any good. The deep voice to your right jostles you awake as Rindou informs you that “it’s been 15 seconds. You think this is funny, brat?” while Ran’s hand pulls you up, fingertips now digging into your cheeks to bask in your expression when he finally takes the blindfold off. Your makeup is a mess, black streaks of mascara staining your pretty features alongside smudged lipstick and messy highlighter. “Who was it? C’mon, you know the answer.” He urges you as his head dips down to connect your lips in a deep kiss—to which Rindou clicks his tongue in annoyance. Almost immediately, a stinging pain on your scalp arises and forces you away from Ran’s kiss to face the brutal truth of uncertainty as your eyes flick between both brothers.

You should have known. Should have read the room. But being made a fool is your specialty; especially by the older Haitani. No wonder Rindou was that pissed when all you managed to do was stare at Ran with pleading eyes before whispering his name.

What a dumb little thing, so easy to be deceived by a gentle smile and adoring pet name.

So here you are, reaping what you’ve sown, while the brothers bounce off punishments right there in front of you. From spanking to hair pulling, the gestures are anything but merciful as they let out all their frustration on your disobedience. Your cries are simply too beautiful to be stopped early. “Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen when tears stain her cheeks,” Rindou mumbles in the most twisted way of reassuring you of his adoration.

But eventually, the soreness of your ass cheeks and the tired cracks to your voice make the older brother crumble and kneel in front of your cowering figure. His hands cradle your face in their warm hold while a kiss gets pressed right between your furrowed eyebrows. “Don’t tell me you can’t take your punishment anymore? Is our princess that fragile that she taps out because of the sting to her pretty butt, hm? We have such lovely things planned for you…” He feigns a pout while there is a sincere plea in his violet hues as they search your eyes for an answer.

“It’s just… I, I can’t. It’s my birthday. You were supposed to be nice tonight.” You try to argue with the most childish reason the brothers have ever heard. At least it causes certain feelings of fondness to harbour in Ran as he brushes your hair back to reveal your full beauty for his gaze. Oh, and the kick he gets out of your begging.

“Please, this is so mean, I-I didn’t even lose yet. I know I didn’t lose yet. One more chance,” you falter and glance at Rindou, as if the little sadist could help you. “One more chance and I promise I’ll get it right. I promise I’ll recognise you again, I belong to you…” you finally add, just for extra measures. It proves to be the right decision, judging by the smirk tugging on Ran’s lips before he lifts his fingers. “Pinky promise?” He murmurs with his signature smile resting on his handsome features. Yet your little bubble bursts upon the annoyed groan of Rindou over the playfulness of you and Ran as your pinkies connect while you swear on your little heart to do right.

But you didn’t actually expect them to play fair, right? The tug of Rindou’s necktie around your head has you gasp in surprise, so does the exact copy of Ran’s tie around your wrists before they simply push your body into the mattress for your ass to be on wide display for them. “What are you—” Yet, once more, is it Ran who shushes you in delight while four hands return to touch your body.

One hand forces you into a beautiful arc, another lets its nails drag along your spine to watch shivers decorate your skin, the third roams over the back of your thigh while the fourth remains missing. You’re beyond your wits, unsure which one of them will strike when you’re already the apple of both of their eyes.

Until finally, the rough spank on your already bruised ass sends your face further into the duvets and successfully stifles the moan you would have deemed embarrassing over how good it felt. But this time you know who it was, know which one of the brothers gets a bigger kick out of inflicting pain on you. Your head turns right yet only breathless pants follow the parting of your lips as you try to calm down and ignore the curious fingertips already gripping and spreading your ass to watch your cunt pulse around nothing.

“R-Ran!” you practically moan as the culprit already leans in to kiss your greedy pussy. tongue flicking against your clit while his annoying laugh finally has its benefits once they ring right against your drenched folds. “Don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed losing before,” he groans upon your sweet taste and entirely disregards the uncomfortable position both brothers continue to hold you in as the wiggling of your ass is simply put too enticing to let it end.

So what’s your reward you may ask?

In honour of remembering who your owners are, they let you cum. First Ran with treacherous kisses to your clit and pussy until his fingers have you finally fall apart in seconds, allowing him to drink your juices like his personal holy water. And if one orgasm wasn’t enough for your greedy pussy, you may praise Rindou for the overstimulation he spoils you with when he feels the need to show Ran his tongue alone is enough to make you cum, not just once. Surely, it’s only because of the great pleasure the older brother previously gave to you and not the devious skills of Rindou’s tongue--but you’re too far gone to support either of their theories while you simply allow yourself to be spoiled and pampered like the worst type of princess there could be in their criminal kingdom.

[sugurouge]

𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬

whenever they can, the brothers love to pick you up right before you're spending some time at their home. usually the ride over already determines the entire mood of your stay

— pairing: haitani brothers x female reader

genre: smut, mdni

wordcount: 2.7k

tw/cw: drug usage (ecstasy, here: increases readers energy levels, heart rate and blood pressure, sexual arousal), spanking, (condescending) praise, use of the names daddy and sir, traces of sadism and masochism, threesome, cunnilingus, oral giving, acts of punishment, manhandling, orgasm denial/control, dacryphilia, deep throating, degradation

The lock of the collar around your neck snaps shut faster than you can even close the door to their suv-limousine. Not long after you’re pulled into someone’s embrace, where your hands find purchase on the chest of a guy; fingers scrunching up the fabric of his expensive suit as his hands find a home on your hips to tug you forward, lazy purple eyes already zeroed in on your lips before your mouths clash.

Of course, it can only be Rindou. His fingertips are always a little colder than Ran’s, but his kisses are far more heated than the older brother’s ones.

Your tongues move languidly against another, effortlessly and with expertise, thanks to the past months you have already spent with the Haitani brothers. Until long fingers curl around your chin, moving your mouth from Rin’s to instead focus on Ran.

The older Haitani wears a lazy smirk as he slips the little pill past your parted lips and presses his fingertip down on your tongue. He watches you struggle to swallow, even going as far as adding a second finger to your warm cavern, catching your tongue between his digits and coating himself with your saliva. “Show me,” he murmurs in intrigue as he pulls your tongue out, making sure the pill is all gone.

“Such a pretty little toy,” he whispers before pressing a kiss to your cheek and removing his hand from your mouth, cleaning himself with a lick of his tongue while his eyes never stray from yours.

Rindou busies himself by kissing along your exposed shoulder. Hand already eager to dip beneath the short fabric of your dress as they ghost along your thigh. “Prettiest little kitten,” he murmurs, causing you to grin in remembrance of the countless scratch marks you love to leave on the younger Haitani’s back.

Ran adjusts his posture in the limousine, arm resting around the seat next to him with his free hand patting his lap. “Come here, you’re making it seem like you already picked your favourite for the night.” The pout on his handsome face is fake, you’re aware, nevertheless it makes you nearly pity him.

“I didn’t!” you’re quick to proclaim. So you crawl across the seats, allowing Rindou’s fingers to drag along the skimpy fabric of your thong before you fall against Ran’s chest and let the older man guide your body until you sit in his lap.

With delight, he allows his eyes to travel over your body. From your thighs up along your exposed decollete until he can watch your pupils slowly dilate. Satisfaction seeps through his bones, mirroring the drug making its way through your blood system.

“You didn’t. In fact, you would never, hm?” His lips run along your neck, fingers curling around your collar to tug you closer for him to speak right in your ear. “Would never pick your dear Rindou without even giving me an orgasm, right?”

Ran tugs your hips forward, pressing your body close against his for your pussy to push against his growing erection. His mouth chases yours while you’re still busy nodding your head, agreeing with each of his words until his tongue makes you shut up.

That is, until your little mewls get too entertaining and the grin on his lips keeps him from kissing you. Pulling away to let his eyes rake over your sloppy state. “Already such a mess just from a kiss.” He pins your cheeks between the tips of his fingers, squishing them until your lips form a pout and saliva dribbles along your mouth.

“Ran, I—”

“You?” He challenges immediately, biting his lip to not grin any wider.

The hands skimming along your waistline distract your mind. Convincing you it’s far more important to move your hips against Ran’s instead of giving the man a reply. Until you’re pulled flush against his body with the air knocked out of your lungs from the impact.

“I’ve missed you, daddy,” you finally manage to whine into the crook of his neck, lips eager to kiss along his jawline while your fingers fiddle with his necktie.

Ran’s fingers find your ass, nails dragging along the plush skin while his eyes land on his brothers. “You missed me…” his loud voice proclaims, playfully pulling your ass cheeks apart before squeezing the flesh. “You hear that, my dear little brother?” Ran chuckles, “your kitten missed her daddy.”

You don’t even have time to explain yourself, to tell Rindou you missed him just as much. Not when Ran’s hands leave your butt to make room for a harsh spank coming from the younger Haitani before his fingers hook around your thong and pull it back until it snaps against your pussy.

“That so?” Rin murmurs, acting as oblivious as if he couldn’t overhear your conversation as he pulls you into his chest. Legs spread over his thighs with his blunt nails running along your inner thighs, irritating the sensitive skin until you try to close your legs.

Whining and writhing against his body, ass pressed against his crotch with your head falling back on his shoulder, you bat your lashes at the Rindou. “Missed you too, Rin. You know I did.”

Rin’s voice vibrates right next to your ear. “All I know is…” he pauses to let his eyes travel over your body. Chest heaving as breathing comes hard, accompanied by a raging pulse running throughout your body. Surely your pussy feels just as aroused.

Lips swollen in need, clit throbbing as soon as Rindou’s hand explores your soaked panties and you moan into his neck. “All I know is you’re desperate to get fucked.”

Ran’s amused chuckle rings inside your dazed mind. The way those two mess with you should be embarrassing, if it wasn’t for how well they always take care of your needs.

“Luckily you got me for that, kitten.”

Your back is pressed harder against Rindou’s chest, allowing your ass to apply further pressure on his crotch as your hips buck beneath his touch. Ruined panties long brushed aside for his hands to roam over your pretty cunt, slapping the awfully aroused area to bask in your cries.

Your complaints are almost inaudible, drowned out by Rin’s spanking and your moans until his fingers finally rest on your pussy. Almost comfortingly, he smoothes his hand over the area, spreading your arousal while his eyes find yours.

“Did you say something?” his brows scrunch in fake concern, yet his eyes remain soft once you dare to meet his gaze.

“I said, I said…” What did you say exactly? You struggle to remember; the MDMA long dilated in your system to leave you focused on two things only. The two awfully attractive men inside this car and your throbbing cunt begging for them.

Lucky for you, you still remember their weak spots. Like Rindou loving the feeling of your nails brushing through his hair and down his neck. His soft groans fan over your skin in return, growing weak from the simplest of touches as long as they come from you.

“Said I’ve missed you, Sir. Missed you all week long. Please, fuck me. No more punishments, I would never pick, aah—”

You would have never been able to finish the sentence. Not when the older brother spreads your legs further and finds a home for his mouth on your cunt. Lapping at your folds, teeth gently grazing the bloodshot lips of your pussy.

“Ran!” you pant, back arching and bringing your ass to squish further against Rindou’s cock; making the younger brother moan involuntarily. “Fuck sake,” he groans, but your cries of Ran’s name are louder.

Despite your previous complaints, you soon ruin Ran’s hair. Tugging on the short and well-maintained strands to keep yourself grounded, especially once Rindou’s fingers play with your tits. Tweaking and tugging on your nipples, nails scraping over the swell of your boobs before squeezing them.

Aren’t you just the cutest little masochist?

“Wanna cum on his tongue?” Rindou murmurs, but with your senses running on overdrive, it feels like he is talking loudly. Laugh elevated multiple octaves while his touch seems to burn your body the further your heartbeat quickens.

“Yes, yes, yes, please, daddy!” you pant, uncaring for keeping any form of grace intact if you can instead just finally free yourself of this needy demon inside your soul.

It makes your cries even prettier once Ran denies you of your orgasm. Begging for either of them before his stained mouth rests on top of yours, relishing in the trembling of your lips, while he kisses you deeply.

Ran pulls back, but not before leaving another quick peck to your mouth, and revels in your tears ruining your previously oh-so-pretty makeup. “Think Rindou wanted you to beg him for it.” He pats your cheek and winks.

“You think?” the man behind you mocks while his hand grips around the back of your neck, fingertips digging into the area to push you off his lap and down to the ground—perfectly seated between his spread legs. “You can cum if you can make it up to me first, princess.”

The sting to the pet name has you whine. Yet you already smooth your cheek along Rindou’s thigh as you seek his comfort. You really hate to get on either’s bad side. “I’ll make it up.” your quiet voice proclaims as Rindou’s hand runs over your head to cup the back of it and bring your mouth forward to meet his crotch.

Ran fixes his own hair, choosing to not part take in Rindou’s little torture ride for you; you’ll come crawling to daddy for comfort in no time. So he busies his eyes by watching the swell of your ass while you bend forward between Rin’s legs, paying attention to every sway of your body as you try to be good for Rindou.

Nimble fingers run along the younger brother’s legs until they unbutton his slacks, freeing his hard-on from its confinements for your fingers to wrap around his shaft. Pumping his erection until pre-cum dribbles along his flushed head. With kitten licks, you gather the thick liquid before swirling your tongue around the tip of Rindou’s cock.

The groans and pants in reply are your only reward as the grip on your neck turns painful the moment the man pulls you forward. “You’re in no position to tease me tonight.” Rindou silences you the moment he pushes his cock inside your mouth, spreading the salty taste of his arousal over your tongue before he lets you do what you can best.

Getting him off.

With expertise you let your tongue drag along the underside of his cock, applying further pressure until it throbs inside your mouth and another pretty groan falls past Rindou’s lips. “More,” he commands, and you obey.

But not before letting your saliva coat his shaft, generously covering him in your spit to ease his penetrations once you lean forward again. The nails raking over your exposed back send shivers down your spine and has you moan around Rin’s cock. “Fuck, don’t pull that shit, kitten.”

How could you not? Not when his moans are this pretty. Not when you get a man like him to be this desperate to cum. Luckily, his cock stifles your chuckle and Rin has long but forgotten about your acting up when you allow him in deeper; letting the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat to make him spill further moans and pants.

Meanwhile Ran is fascinated by the bounce of your ass, with the way the soft flesh gets squished by your heels anytime you lean back again and allow Rindou a breather.

That is, until Ran grows bored of waiting. Some might say the older Haitani feels a little pent up, desperate even, with his cock straining against his dress pants.

“Fuck your dumb little punishment if it affects me.” Ran curses while already undoing his belt. Feeling horribly aroused from all the shit they put you through tonight without even making it past their doorstep yet.

So who is he to blame for grabbing your hips, forcing your knees to find support on the spacious seats of their limousine and pushing your head down on Rindou’s cock. Making both you and Rin moan while leaving you equally helpless to Ran’s greed.

Rindou’s fingers return to rest around the back of your head, nails grazing your scalp every so often while his head has long lolled back against the seat. Eyes shut and brows scrunched as he bites his lower lip, struggling to hold his moans back in front of Ran.

And Ran, Ran is driving you mad with the tip of his cock. Only making it tap against your clit as he finds entertainment in the little jerk of your hips and whines vibrating along Rindou’s shaft.

“Needy,” Ran murmurs, like he is the personification of patience.

Until he enters your tight cunt in one move, thrusting in to the hilt while simultaneously making you gag on Rindou’s cock.

The younger one won’t even attempt to push you back. Instead, he holds you close, lips pressed against his pelvis while he grins madly. “Fuck yeah,” he breathes and jerks his hips up into your mouth, relishing in the filthy sounds created in the back of your throat.

Your independence is discarded once Ran thrusts his cock inside your cunt, pulling you off of Rindou each time his hips reel back, only to push in full force once more.

Meanwhile, Rindou is mesmerised by watching you nearly suffocate on his cock. Witnessing how the rough treatment brings a fresh set of tears to stain your cheeks, but you won’t even try to hide how much your pussy enjoys their actions.

Not when Rindou stares at you like you’re his favourite toy; cock throbbing inside your mouth as you moan lewdly around him. Saliva and pre-cum spilling over his expensive clothes. “Don’t stop, fuck, don’t stop.” he groans, nails once more scratching along your shoulders and leaving crescent indentations in their wake as you hollow your cheeks and suck him dry the moment Ran enters your velvet walls again.

The hand on your spine smoothes over your back to make you arch further, forcing you to deep throat Rindou while Ran’s thrusts turn harsher. The sound of skin slapping against skin gets more apparent the harder he fucks into your poor cunt, fingers bruising your hips as he holds onto you—thank the Gods did the vehicle stop the moment Ran got impatient.

And just when your high seems so close, you’re forced to swallow Rindou’s cum. Panic floods your system as you feel like you’re about to suffocate from his cock, pumping every drop of his semen down your throat.

“Just like that,” the younger Haitani breathes in satisfaction, smoothing over your head like you’re his fucking pet.

You whine, but the vibrations only seem more delicious to the younger Haitani while the older one keeps fucking you. Pussy clamping around him so perfectly, only a madman would stop moving.

Even if it means you’re passing out—or not. As Ran pulls you away from Rindou’s crotch and collapses against the seats. Your back is pressed against his chest with his cock nestled safely inside your warmth.

The sudden flood of information overwhelms your drugged senses, but doesn’t take away from the safe feeling the arms surrounding you create; the warmth delivered by Ran’s hot breath fanning your neck. The searing kisses leaving a path along your neck accompanied by his cock throbbing inside your pulsing walls, coating them with his cum as he rubs your clit.

Oh, you fall apart in seconds. Finally cuming with your moans running free, unrestrained by any cock or fingers as you whimper your daddy’s name. White clouds your vision before your droopy eyes fall close and your hands grab onto Ran’s clothes, body trembling in his hold from the stimulation given.

Once more did everything turn out just the way he wanted, with you holding onto him for dear life. Looking at him like he is your safe haven, while Rindou remains to play the bad guy.

Such sweet innocence, Ran muses. Whispering a little “good girl,” just when he cups your pussy, thumb gently circling your clit, while his lips ghost over yours. “Always daddy’s good little slut, hm?” He grazes your lower lip with his teeth and tugs on the flesh. Only his cheeky grin breaks his ministrations.

“But I assume you still need to make up with Rin-Rin,” he coos. Mocking you for the silly nickname you like to use on Rindou to tease the younger one, while Ran presses a kiss to your temple.

Are you even able to do anything tonight?

[sugurouge]

𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 𝐢𝐭, 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭-

you meet the brothers at a club in roppongi, leading to an unfair game of self exploration with rindou. the younger haitani is ever so confident in his powers to spin you around his fingers like previous toys. only to find himself wrapped up in your web

— pairing: dom!haitani rindou x female reader

genre: smut, mdni

wordcount: 4k

warnings: alcohol consumption, fingering, unprotected sex, manipulation, manhandling, minor bonten spoilers for both haitanis

How exactly you ended up here is a riddle you may not solve tonight. Yes, you went to this party for a good time. Yes, the alcohol tasted exceptionally sweet and not at all as strong as it actually was. And oh absolutely did the man who seemed more bored and sick of this charade appear to be the most handsome person in the room.

So who can really blame you for your alcohol-courage? For walking up to him and the taller man beside him; both dressed in fine suits and a similar unimpressed expression adorning their pretty features.

The Haitanis have been a legend in your neighbourhood since you were younger. The infamous brothers ruling over Roppongi, a mystery you chased while everyone else warned you to stay far away.

Never have you ever listened to what’s good for you to begin with. But would you rather find out if their reputation exceeds them or if they are indeed worth the hype?

Being shy surely won’t get you the answers you seek as you grow weak beneath the younger ones’ attention.

“Can I help you?” Rindou asks. Asks, or rather speaks flatly. The question mark to his words barely audible, as it seems like he looks through your figure. Interest clearly not peaked by your presence.

Your eyes jump between the brothers. The one with the short hair looks far more amused by your existence as he tries to hide a smirk behind his hand before his eyes land on his brother as well. Clearly, the guy with the purple mullet is what you came here for.

“Would you mind?” You finally reply. Your little heart nervously thumps inside your rib cage as your eyes linger on his.

Judging by the frown spreading over his features, you’re sure he is about to turn you down. But it's just the first surprise he offers you tonight. Despite your expectations, he leans forward in his seat and spreads his legs further, elbows resting on his knees, with his fingers laced together. Curious like a pup, you watch Rindou's shifting, eyes following his tongue as he licks his lips. All while those beautiful purple eyes stare into your soul; at least that’s exactly how you feel like.

“Would you rather stay here or find a more private area?”

There is no playing around with this guy, you come to understand. Swallowing your insecurities and warning signals down, you look around the vicinity in wonder of where exactly there is supposed to be a more private part in a club like this.

“More private,” you attempt to reply with a levelled tone, returning to face his intense eye contact the man challenges you with.

Too bad you didn’t understand you were already playing his game the moment your pretty lips parted.

Once Rindou rises to full height, he runs a hand through his hair and sighs as if this was yet another task he feared to complete. Yet the hold around your waist is strong. You can feel his fingers exploring your waistline, fingertips dipping lower to brush over the swell of your ass.

A minute passes with you standing pressed flush against his muscular build. Staring up into his eyes while your chest heaves in deep breaths. Curiously and ever so carefully you let one finger trace the tattoo on his neck. Aren't you a curious little one?

All until the man finally leans in, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he speaks. “Already so nervous after saying five words to me.” He paid attention. You realise, as you try to rake your brain to remember which words exactly you even used.

If it wasn’t for Rindou to finally pull you through the club, hand holding yours tightly as he walks past the masses. They part for him like he’s a god, fear and adoration guiding the bodies in front to make room and avoid a conflict with the brothers.

All for some peace and quiet. Which is achieved the moment a security staff member steps aside and opens a glass door to a long hallway only illuminated by neon lights. Soon after you find refuge in an unvacated room. Private bar, chill music, soundproof walls and, most importantly, a bed in the centre of the room. You swallow at the sight of it all and feel goosebumps spread the moment Rindou steps behind you. The warmth of his figure looming above yours without ever fully coming into contact is maddening.

“Please.” The word escapes you without much awareness. You feel ready to dissolve into thin air as an amused hum comes from the man behind you.

“Already begging without me even touching you.”

He steps past you and into the room, breaking the imaginary threshold you felt too scared to cross by wrapping his fingers around your wrist and guiding you along to find a comfortable spot on one of the couches. His arms are spread along the headrest of the furniture as he opens his chest to you with his eyes set on your own body.

You grow hot beneath Rindou’s stare. Beneath his irises dragging along your calves and thighs, hips and waist up to the rise of your breasts where a small grin creeps its way on his lips over the erratic heaving of your chest. Finally, finally, your eyes meet again, only for your gaze to falter as violet pierces through your soul once more.

“Would you rather have some water or something stronger?”

“Water,” you reply, but your eyes shoot up as Rindou rises. Looking at him with such a sweet plea to your gaze. “No, something stronger, please.”

And who is he to deny you of your request? One decides what they prefer, while the other complies, right?

The alcohol burns inside your throat as you gulp the liqueur down, causing Rindou to muse over how eager you are to swallow, or something like that. “It’s your turn,” the man informs you, before taking a sip of his own drink.

“My turn for what?” you sheepishly ask as you place the empty glass on the table in front of you.

“Ahh… would you rather continue sitting across from me or come closer?” Rindou skips your round of questions for his own desires. And now you finally piece together what he was referring to, musing a little to yourself to have a man like him play a game like this.

“Come closer.”

Leading to Rindou reaching out his hand for you to grasp as you get up and let him pull you towards him. A little ‘oof’ escapes your lips the moment your butt makes contact with the couch, legs folded over another while you face Rindou.

And something inside you lets loose as soon as he is that close to you—probably thanks to the liqueur you just drank in one go.

“Would you touch me?”

He arches his brow before his head falls back, as he chuckles and leans in closer. Once more teasing you with a whispered remark. “Or what, pretty thing? You forgot my second option.”

Gods, you’d part your legs for this man already.

“There is no second option, Rindou.”

So you know his name, clever girl.

His fingertips draw along your cheekbone, jawline and down your neck. Teasing you indescribably as they map out your entire body while feeling like nothing more but a feather against your skin. “Would you rather have me touch your thigh or your neck?”

Your eyelids grow heavy over the effect this man has on you. Head leaning in as you seek his lips, only for Rin to pull back a little and admire your disappointed face.

“I don’t, I don’t know?” you search his eyes for an answer, yet find only amusement in them.

The consequences lie in Rindou bringing distance between your bodies to take another sip of his drink. The alluring smell of his cologne gone in a flash to leave you craving for his proximity.

“Thigh,” you finally decide and look at him in expectation. Repeating your answer once more as your eyes meet again. “Thigh, please.”

Yet instead he purses his lips and loosens his necktie before his long fingers curl around your chin and hold you in place.

“You took too long, princess.” His thumb swipes over your bottom lip, fingertip grazing over the soft skin and tugging it down slightly. “Offer me something better and we’ll continue,” Rindou breathes the words against your lips, causing your heavy eyelids to fall close already.

“Would you rather kiss my lips or m—”

You're silenced by his mouth. Fingers brushing over your cheeks to ultimately hold the back of your head as Rindou deepens the kiss. Yet despite his greed, he surprises you with the slow tempo. No trace of rush to his lips as he steals the breath out of your lungs. Nipping at your lip to push his tongue inside and have it drag over yours before finally parting.

If you think his pupils are dilated, you should see your own. Your eyes widen further once you feel Rindou’s palm on top of your thigh, blunt nails scratching the soft skin until the fabric of your dress forces him to stop.

“Would you rather suck me off or have me eat you out?” The bluntness to his question has you pausing and swallowing hard. Thighs rubbing against another as a little whine escapes you over the feeling of his fingers pushing between your legs.

“Rindou…”

He leans in further, towering above you and pinning your back against the couch. His lips ghost along your jawline, and his hand draws dangerously close to your core. Until his touch suddenly vanishes. “You already used your joker.”

Fuck, why is this so embarrassing?

“E-eat me out,” you breathe. Praying to some higher being that he didn’t hear you. Until you realise, you would only have to repeat the answer once more.

“Greedy girl.” He murmurs while his hand finds claim on your waist, fisting the fabric of your dress before his palm drags along your waistline and side of your boob. Rindou’s nose brushes yours, breath fanning over your lips.

“Not even telling me your name but already asking me to go down on you.”

You feel your body grow hotter as his words settle in and the wolfish grin to his lips only drives you further toward madness. You're being at a clear loss for words until Rindou continues to talk. “I mean, I don’t care either way. I’d let you do anything without ever knowing your name, pretty.”

Let you do whatever. “I’m just someone,” you find yourself replying.

The amused smirk returns to Rindou’s face, eyes raking over your features as if you’re a little riddle he hasn’t encountered before. “Someone…”

It’s the sudden feeling of his free hand finally dipping beneath the fabric of your dress that steals a little gasp from you. Keen to have his touch elsewhere as you almost willingly unfold your legs to push your knee against his leg.

“Would you rather have me on your lap or beneath you?”

At this, Rindou Haitani grins. Any trace of his previous intimidating aura gone once you finally push the game in the right direction. He doesn’t even reply to you, deciding to let his actions speak for himself, as his hand grabs the back of your knee to pull your body on top of his.

Causing your chest to collide against his, hands holding onto his suit and shoulders to cushion your fall.

“Not replying is a rule break,” you murmur, cutely, Rindou realises in near disgust as he catches himself thinking about you that way. “Do I look like I care about the rules of silly little games?”

A smile spreads on your own lips upon his witty reply. The little “no…” coming from you nothing but adorable to Rindou. The reward is his gentle stroke over your cheek, in reminiscence of petting a dog’s head, as if you have done a good job with your short answer.

“Sweetheart?” Rindou lures you in with yet another pet name. His hand rests on the side of your face as his thumb strokes the apple of your cheek, enjoying how hot your body feels beneath his touch. Upon your eyes locking with another, he continues. “Would you rather keep staring at me or finally do something?”

The sound that escapes your lips comes close to a whine, shaking your head to clear your thoughts while your gaze finally moves down his body. “Do something,” you quietly confess, and let your hands roam over his body. Undoing his necktie and unbuttoning his vest, before tugging down his blazer. He feels more muscular without all these thick layers, you note.

Yet your eyes only widen the moment you unbutton his dress shirt and reveal his tattoo, the thick black stripes all over the right side of his body inviting you to undress the man further; if he didn’t grab your cheeks between his fingers and force your attention back on his lips.

“Your turn.” He reminds, still persisting on playing his game while you were so ready to finally move on.

“I-, um, would you rather…” your brows crease as you try to come up with something. Wishing the man would just act instead of challenging you like this. You know where you want him. How you want him to touch you, kiss you, guide you. But saying it out loud adds so much tension to this moment it overwhelms you.

“Yes?” Rindou drawls, fingers ghosting over the swell of your breasts highlighted by the cut of your dress.

“Would you rather, would you rather take my dress off or let me do it?”

There is so much new found desperation swirling in your pretty eyes, Rindou realises as his gaze flickers up to meet your eyes. “Take it off for me. Slowly.”

You push yourself back on your feet, cursing over the slight numbness of your legs. And your confidence grows even weaker beneath Rindou’s stare as you remember, you can barely open the dress with no help. Much less make it look appealing to another set of eyes if you stretch your arms back like a little chicken.

But without a word needed, Rindou leans forward. His hands find claim on your hips to turn you around and the feeling of his palm smoothing along your spine has you hum in content. Body growing pliant beneath his touch until he can grab the zipper of your dress and reveal your heated skin to the chilly air of the room.

You admit that it’s not the air condition which sends shivers down your spine. Much rather, it’s Rindou’s lips as they kiss along your exposed back. Now and then, do you feel his tongue brush over or his teeth nip into your skin to leave you moaning quietly.

If it wasn’t for the swat to your ass before his touch leaves your body. “Go on,” he states calmly, as if his pants didn’t already start to feel a little tighter with each part of your body being revealed to him.

And so you oblige as you let gravity pull the dress off your figure and leave you bared to the man, clad in nothing but your skimpy little thong and heels. You move your hands over your thighs and guide Rindou’s gaze along your body. Over your stomach, ribs and finally to your tits once you cup them.

The action has his own hands return to grab your body, tugging you forward until his lips land on your stomach, kissing and tickling your skin while his eyes never stray from your breasts as you hold them ever so perfectly.

“Back on my lap,” he murmurs and already tugs you forward, causing your hips to land on his, cunt pressing against his evident hard on.

You’re the only one to moan when you feel his bulge rub against your folds, you realise. And the way his guiding touch leaves you aware of exactly how wet this man got you with his little game adds further to your embarrassed state.

Regardless of it all, your hands return to finish their previous job of unbuttoning his dress shirt and finally revealing all of his glory to your eyes. Every ripple, dip and flex of his muscles visible and highlighted by the intricate patterns of his tattoo—which you shamelessly trace under Rindou’s attentive watch.

“Would you rather continue admiring my body or pay attention to my needs?” A tug on your torso has your hips roll against his, blessing him once more with one of your soft moans.

This time it is you who refuses to answer. Instead, you cup his cheeks and lean in to kiss him again. Actions speak louder than words, after all. Yet the moans you finally steal from Rindou exceed any expectations you held.

Deep and raspy little vibrations meet your lips as he holds your hips and has you grind down on his cock. “Just like that,” he breathes into your mouth before cupping your nape and holding you close. Invading your mouth by pushing his tongue between your lips while the fingers of his free hand play with the thin string of your thong resting right above your hips.

Your fingers brush through his mullet, gripping onto his strands at the back of his head as your movements grow stronger—eager to please him and be rewarded with more moans.

His lips wet your neck when his kisses run along your body before mouthing at your tits, sucking and toying with your nipples now that they are free.

“Rindou,” you pant as you tug on his hair and choose to ignore his little grumbles in complaint. Your eyes lock again and you test the man by dragging your thumb along his lower lip, collecting the excess spit stuck to the corners of his mouth. Squinted eyes watch your move and not long after your thumb is stuck between his brilliant whites. Teasing your digit with his tongue before his grin over your flustered state forces him to a halt.

“What?” he asks after releasing your finger, head falling back against the headrest of the couch to allow himself a clearer vision of your body on top of his.

Your nails tickle his abs as they brush over his upper body, not long after arriving at his pants, where you undo his belt. “Would you rather continue this little child’s play or sleep with me?”

Your eyes roam over his body before a finger hooks underneath your chin and forces your attention back to his words. “I’d rather fuck you.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, trying your hardest to stop your laugh, but soon giggles escape your lungs, causing Rindou to grow queasy beneath your fit of laughter.

“That so funny?” he grumbles, annoyance quick to make an appearance. You nod and lean in, kissing his neck and biting until you hear him hiss while your nails dig into his skin. “You didn’t seem all that eager…” you quietly confess before grazing his ear lobe.

To which Rindou only presses you harder against himself, it should really be answer enough. “Stop talking,” he murmurs, while guiding your hand for your fingers to open his pants.

And suddenly you’re the one pinned beneath him. The one being at his mercy as his hips push between your legs. One hand grabs into the armrest of the couch right above you and blesses you with a great view of Rindou’s muscled body. How his tendons flex and his veins pop out beneath his skin while his hair frames his face just right.

The thumb of his free hand drags along your slick-covered panties, rubbing your clit over the wet fabric before hooking a finger beneath the clothing item to pull it aside and reveal your cunt to his touch. You bite back your moans, try your hardest not to reveal just how big his influence on your body is.

Until he dives in and kisses your neck again while his fingers work you open. Thrusting inside your gummy walls and simultaneously stimulating your clit with his thumb, just right. Just until you hold on to his bicep, gasping and moaning as your cunt pulses around his digits and you’re so ready to beg Rindou for more.

He lets you pull him closer, enjoys the way you grind against his hand and moan in his ear. “Would you rather have me cum on your fingers, or can I finally have your cock?”

“If you ask me like that—” Rindou withdraws his fingers, smearing your arousal over your folds before giving it a shameless taste and smirking over your embarrassed stare. He makes quick work of pushing down his briefs, pumping himself as he coats the tip of his cock with your slick while dragging his shaft along your hot folds.

You surrender your body to him, eyes falling shut as your nails dig into his shoulder upon the stretch of his girth. But you feel too good to go slow, Rindou realises as he can’t stop but thrust into you. Relishing in the constricting of your walls around him as he bottoms out and groans into your skin. Forehead resting against your shoulder while he gathers himself.

The first deep thrust catches you off-guard, wrongly expecting the guy to have mercy and slowly let you get accustomed to him. Instead, Rindou offers you strong penetrations. Cock dragging along your folds as he upholds his movements, fingers bruising your side while he keeps your body in place.

Your back arches in return, moans escaping you with no form of restraint the moment he leans back on his shins. His hands support your body, hips pressed against himself with your ass in the air. The perfect alignment for him to thrust into your cunt without fear or worry of an accidental slip. Each roll of his hips is calculated to perfection and the position he has put you in leaves your sweet spot vulnerable to the heavenly drag of his member.

Finding words is impossible, every train of thought ruined as soon as Rindou moans for you. You feel priceless with the way he watches your body, eyes trained on your tits, bouncing from his thrusts, before they roam over your facial features and down to where his cock disappears inside of you. The blabbering mess he has turned you into should be praise enough for the man, how you keep moaning his name, variations of “Rin, Rin, Rindou~” so motivating as they keep bouncing off the soundproof walls.

You really know how to inflate a guys’ ego, don’t you?

The moment Rindou’s hands creep upwards to support you back, you’re blessed with his lips returning to kiss your body. Licking and sucking on your tits while his thrusts turn languid. Slower yet even more precise to chase the delicious feeling of your cunt tightening around him, pulsing so desperately, as if begging him to let you cum.

Yet he feels himself get dangerously close to his very own orgasm as you tug on his hair for leverage, neck craning while airy moans float past your lips. “Shit,” Rin groans alongside a strained chuckle, it’s been a while since he last had a good fuck, he hates to admit.

But it wouldn’t be Rindou Haitani if he didn’t know how to make a girl fall apart quickly, not at the ripe age of 28. His fingers have your eyes roll into the back of your head, whimpers and mewls all you offer him as he holds them in a v-shape. Pushing his digits along your throbbing pussy lips while thrusting inside you.

“Just let go,” he breathes into your ear as his fingers rub patterns on your clit. And so you, all too easily, do you fall apart on his cock.

Fingers wrapping around his wrist to hold his hand pressed against your clit, legs locking around his hips as your moans ring right beside his own ear. “So good, oh my god, fuck, haa~” you moan and grin in ecstasy, a breathy chuckle soon following your moans as you realise that the best fuck you had and probably will have is with Haitani Rindou.

The guy who keeps overstimulating your poor cunt, greedily savouring the tight drag of your spasming walls until even he has to pull out. Pumping himself and tainting your sweaty skin in his seed, but his moans are so fucking hot.

So you murmur a sweet, little “cum for me, Rin.” Which sounds like the best idea to your fucked out brain.

If you weren’t so cute while shamelessly grinning right into his face, he’d have you choke on his cock. Make you shut up until you cry. Yeah, something like that, like with other hookups. But here he is, a panting mess between your spread thighs while staring into the depths of your pretty eyes. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” he murmurs in defeat. Face in proximity to yours after leaning in again, breaths mixing and mingling.

You crane your neck, trying to reach his lips, but to no avail. “Just someone…” Rindou hears you mumble once more, while your fingers try to memorise the outlines of his tattoo.

It’s hard to decide who played who in the end.