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

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

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

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

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

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

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

tagging @saetiate with luv :x

That's Aemond alright.

Haitani brother's main contribution to the story

I wanna break into your house

and cuddle with you in your bed,

and fall asleep to your breathing

is it so bad?

ft. the haitani brothers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

because she’s the only family you have left.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

she looked the happiest you last saw her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you barely got a passable grade.

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

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

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

you moved into their house after the remarriage.

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

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

“it’s okay, baby. you’re family now.”

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

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

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

you don’t like ran and rindou at all.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

no, make that two.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it feels good to be happy again.

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

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

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

and you’re right, so right.

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

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

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

“mhmm?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“no thanks.”

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

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

neon red numbers reading 12:00 beam at you.

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

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

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

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

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

the lock clicks and the door swings open.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the door creaks open once again.

“ah. there you are.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

you land on rindou.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ran wraps his arms around your waist.

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

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

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

“does that feel good?”

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

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

“huh. i guess it feels good then.”

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

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

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

they lift you up and carry you to the bed.

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

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

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

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

“please, ran-nii.”

that just made things worse.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the both of them turn quiet.

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

hopefully she still loves you that much.

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

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

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

that’s what your mom told you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

i would let this man bang me so hard with no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen door to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I grasp for air, scream and huff, upside down on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on the chair, being carried, against a wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in a car, on the motorcycle, in the bed of a trunk, in a trampoline, in a bounce house, inside a pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, having the most toe curling, toe clenching, back arching, legs shaking, fist clenching, muffled sounds, ear ringing, mouth drooling, nose drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, can't take it anymore, legs divorcing and breaking in half, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, fireworks, sheet gripping, knuckle cracking, jaw dropping, soul snatching, over stimulating, ovulating, vile, sloppy, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, Beasley, devilishly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, black hole cresting, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, body numbing, can't walk, head nodding, volcano erupting, sweat rolling. Voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, skin peeling, pussy popping, back cuts, heavenly, devils tango, and still worth it.

suguru is the king of non-sexual dominance, the way he’ll guide you on public with a hand on the small of your back or an arm around your waist creates such a strong sense of safety that your brain just shuts off. he gets offended when you try to pay for something. he genuinely believes it’s his duty in life to take care of you physically, emotionally and financially. if he sees even the smallest sign if you getting tired he’s scooping you up, cradling you to his chest and encouraging you to fall asleep ensuring you that he’ll take care of everything while he coos at you.

if work is causing you stress he encourages you to quit and let him take care of you. he would never force this and will leave it up to you but he’ll remind you that the option is always there. he hates seeing his precious little baby all stressed out it breaks his heart! you’re not allowed to lift a finger when you get home, he cooks dinner, cleans up, bathes you, dresses you in his clothes then wears them the next day because it’s got your scent on it (FREAK!)

he is never first to fall asleep, he physically can’t fall asleep until you are sound asleep all smushed against his chest. once you are asleep he’ll just watch you for awhile basking in your adorable sleepy glory, stroking your hair and rubbing your back and pressing kisses all over your face and head he just can’t help himself! the cuteness aggression has him in a chokehold. he is also a very light sleeper any stir or little whimper or mumble you make in your sleep he’s up and pulling you closer and gently swaying you side to side to soothe you back into a peaceful slumber🥹🩷

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . satoru gojo is needy and rlly likes to cum inside!!

18+ MDNI

satoru gojo is one needy, pussy drunk, fuck. he’s quite literally the ceo of not being able to shut the fuck up—especially during sex.

“babyyyyy” he whines into the glistening skin of your neck, prodding your swollen, fucked out pussy with his cock. 

this is the fourth time satoru’s pushing into you tonight, whining and muttering in your ear about how it’s just not enough. for you, one round with satoru is all it takes to have your eyes rolling to the back of your head, and your breathing to quicken into shallow, shaky gasps. but for him? four times? baby, this is just the start.

“s-satoru—” you gasp at the sweet stretch, feeling him fully slide in his lengthy cock. “fuck baby—s-so tight” he stutters against your skin, placing soft, wet kisses along the stretch of your neck. he’s got you trapped in his favorite position—missionary—legs pushed back, hips locked in place with nowhere to escape.

“ ‘toru please s’ too much, n-no more” you whimper pathetically—nails desperately digging into his back, as he starts moving his hips, pushing himself in n out. 

“hah baby— feel s’good—gonna fuck you s-stupid on my cock” there he goes again, drunkenly slurring his words in your ear, ignoring your stupid pleas while he mercilessly overstimulates you with his cock.

“mmm ‘toru” the moan escapes your parted lips, your shaky breath ghosting over the now red, scratched up skin of his back.

“shh—shhh baby, take it, c’mon, take it for me” he groans, pairing each word with a deep, pleading thrust. and of course you will. how could you be so heartless and deny him like that?

“g-gonna let me cum in you baby?” he whispers against the shell of your ear, his warm breath sending a warm tingle of pleasure down your spine. 

“d-didn’t you already—”

“please baby cmon—fuck you feel s-so fucking good, let me just one m-more time” he cuts you off, mumbling against your skin and fucking you at the most deliciously agonizing pace. 

too fucked out to reply, you close your eyes, giving him a light, approving nod. no matter how much you deny it, in reality, you’d do anything satoru asks.

“mm yeahhh— good girl” he replies, coating your tight wet walls in his cum, ‘just one more time’.

Sometimes I can’t sleep because I cant stop thinking of you

I wonder sometimes… are you thinking of me too? you are right? you know I wont accept anyone else being the center of your attention, so you must be thinkingabout me right?