#rindou x reader smut

[munv]

JUS’ THE TIP BABY, PROMISE?

“Just the tip” is what he promised hours ago, hell, it’s not like you can tell since you’re too fucked out to count. He’s grabbing your hips so harshly and you’re sure it’s going to bruise in the morning. “You’re gonna cum f’me as many times as I want right baby? — fuck!” Squeezin so tight, it-“ He cuts off with a slight snarl.

“It’s almost as if you’re a virgin again. You gonna let me cum as many times as I want, yeah?” Snapping his hips right back into yours and if only you could see the pussy drunk look on his face.

It doesn’t matter if you’re quivering and shaking, no. He’s holding you down and spilling his seed into you as many times you can take.

TOJI fushiguro . LEONA kingscholar . roronoa ZORO . Eustass KID . CHOUBEI aza . HAGANEZUKA hotaru . RINDOU hitanai . ARATAKI ITTO .

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[seraphdreams]

rindou is fucking huge.

maybe he doesn’t get it since it’s been with him his whole life but as you’re on your knees in front of him, hand wrapped around the perimeter of his throbbing length, you know it’s going to take a lot of practice to take him. with your cute doe eyes, you give him a look—hoping he finally realizes your predicament.

“what’s the matter, pretty?” his otherwise honeyed voice is slurred, probably from the mix of alcohol and weed ingested just a few hours ago at one of his clubs, and his hand finds itself placed on your cheek, thumb slowly caressing. “rin, it’s big..” you shuffle a bit on your knees, the position starting to take a toll on your limbs. “i don’t think i can take it.”

rindou slightly leans forward, sinister smirk plastered on his face as if he were mocking you. can’t take it? you gotta be kidding.

“that just means i gotta train ya.”

he sits back in his previous position, watching as you cutely pout while slowly pumping him from base to tip. the hand on your cheek moves to rest upon the back of your head, adding slight pressure as he coaxes you toward his cock. “how ‘bout you, uh…” your lips wrap instinctively around the head. “…get me started and i’ll do the rest?”

you don’t miss the way he slouches back against the couch, arms splayed across the backrest as he watches the way you struggle to accommodate even the tip in your mouth. you still make an effort, keeping one hand pumping him and your mouth latched on as you push yourself farther and farther. you begin to bob your head in that moment, soft groans being elicit from rindou. “there you go.. that’s it. keep going like that.” he praises.

you feel that same hand on the back of your head once more, urging you down further than you think is possible. his hips buck up in tandem, and eventually, sucking him off turns into letting him use your mouth as he pleases. for the most part he’s slow and gentle—until he isn’t, and his pace is relentless. “fuck, baby. y’so fucking perfect.” more praises as though his thick length isn’t creating a lewd bulge in your throat. you hold onto his thighs for leverage, breathing being almost impossible with his unfaltering pace and tears gathering at your waterline. it’s when you’re a pliant little thing for him is when you look the prettiest. rin can’t help but feel himself get closer as he observes the way you willingly take him in, showing no signs of brattiness. just being a good girl who can take anything her boyfriend throws at her.

in one, two, three more thrusts, he’s letting his seed coat your throat. strings of saliva and orgasm connect you both when he finally pulls out of your throat. you blink up at him through tears and dry heaving, what could he possibly be smiling about?

“that was good, yeah? let’s do it again.. but this time i’ll cum on your face.”

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[fubu18writes]

a/n: this is a little brainrot thing because i was listening to an asmr the other day—yes i listen to them hush y’all.

anyway nsfw under the cut!

gym trainer!rindou, who sees you at the gym every now and then to work out.

gym trainer!rindou, who finds out that you’ve been working out so you can forget about your shitty ex who cheated on you for some random bitch on the street.

gym trainer!rindou, who sees you struggling to lift some of the kettle bells and he offers to help you.

gym trainer!rindou who gets shocked at seeing you naked in the shower room (he was also taking a shower there too)

gym trainer!rindou, who sees the hunger in you eyes. in which… he also has the same hunger.

“Ah, working out that tongue too, huh?” Rindou lets out a chuckle at seeing you on your knees, your tongue lolled out before fully taking his hard cock in your mouth.

gym trainer!rindou, who grips your hair as you suck on his cock with ease.

gym trainer!rindou, who sees that your eyes are shut closed, feeling his cock hitting the back of your throat.

“Wow, you’re taking it better than I thought,” He praises, and that sent something below your wet cunt. “Maybe we can set an arrangement… you’ll be my little gym toy, you like that?”

You could only nod, your free hand rubbing circles onto your clit, as if prepping yourself for Rindou.

gym trainer!rindou, who tells you to get up. you oblige, and he holds you against the wall.

gym trainer!rindou, who suggests on giving you a “deep stretch”, before sliding his cock into your sopping cunt.

gym trainer!rindou, who lets out a moan when you bite down onto his shoulder, your nails digging onto his back.

“You’re such a slutty little gym bunny, aren’t you? Did your shrimp of an ex knows about this side of you?” Rindou asks as he was pounding into you mercilessly.

You could only look at Rindou with lust, as if your thoughts were empty. “W-What—ahh—boyfriend—? Oh god—!” You let out a loud moan, feeling Rindou repeatedly hitting your g-spot.

Rindou smirks. “Good answer.”

gym trainer!rindou, who lets you cum onto his dick before he pulls out of you.

gym trainer!rindou, who commands you to suck on his dick as you fingerfuck yourself, and you oblige.

gym trainer!rindou, who after the “deep stretch”, offered to take you home on his motorcycle.

gym trainer!rindou, who suggested another workout in the bedroom. and you agree, leading him in.

Rindou had never experienced this before—hell, why didn’t he ask you out sooner? The sight of your tits bouncing up and down as you ride him like a champ.

“Feels good!” You babble out, letting Rindou squeeze your breasts. “Want your cock so bad, Rindou! Wanna be your slutty gym bunny, please!”

He’ll definitely be your “personal” trainer from now on.

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[touyazbbygirl]

Rindou Haitani '22-'23

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[star-fandoms]

Can someone help me please? I have two fanfics I really like that I can’t find. Both are Tokyo revengers fanfics LMAO

The first one was a Mitsuya x reader angst to comfort. Basically Mitsuya and the reader were arguing and needed time away from each other and then reader decided they needed to apologize, I’m pretty sure they ask around if anyone’s seen Mitsuya and if not then they just go looking for him and find him on the roof talking to his friend. The reader overhears Mitsuya call them clingy and venting about the situation, so reader leaves and misses the rest of the conversation. At the end of the school day Mitsuya confronts them and apologizes for the argument and the reader forgives him but is distant and Mitsuya notices. He notices that something is wrong and misses when reader was clingy. Mitsuya drops reader off at their house and goes to leave but he decides he can’t go another day with this tension and heads back to confront the reader, things end on a good note! It’s a one-shot and I believe there was a pink set up

I appreciate any information, thank you! <—(putting this here so it’s not blocked by the read more for minors to not see the content below)

This next one was a Rindou smut so minors don’t interact please!!

So it was Bonten! Rindou x college! Afab reader. Rindou and reader met in a cafe and then they kept meeting up after that, I’m pretty sure Rindou helped the reader study at the cafe, I’m also pretty sure he bought the reader stuff like new supplies and clothes, basically just reader sugar daddy. Eventually Rindou has a favor to ask the reader, he’s got this big meeting/party he has to go to and invites reader. The reader explains that they’re broke and don’t have any money for dresses, and Rindou tells them not to worry about it and buys them a dress. They end up going together and I can’t recall if they get bored and leave or if they go when the party is over. Anyways Rindou and reader start to do the spicy stuff and there’s a lot of rounds, I’m pretty sure a line goes something along the lines of “he’s made me release 3 times with just his fingers” it may have been more or less, I don’t remember the specifics. It was also a one shot, I’m pretty sure it had a theme but I don’t remember it well!

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[andraxicated]

lovesick, p*ssy whipped

Pairings: sanzu, ran, chifuyu, rindou x f! reader

Synopsis: showing how the tokyo revengers men are head over heels for you

Tags: suggestive | yandere/obsessive themes | slapping | fluff |

a/n: one last fic before i open reqs and start a series!

there's always that one character on who I get carried away

Sanzu

when he saw you walking around the club in your glittery lingerie that barely covers your ass, you bet he's shoving the girl in his lap to go to you. sanzu would tap your shoulder with a crooked smile on his face, and when you turn around in all your beauty; he's deciding that he's gonna marry you.

turns out you're completely uninterested in him and just walk away when he holds out his hand (free view of your ass for sanzu). the manager apologizes on behalf of your attitude and he dismisses it anyway. how could he not forgive you when you can make up for your mistake with your mouth instead?

you don't whore around like other girls in your line of work, you focus on one man, stay loyal and milk out his net worth. letting them believe you're so dependent on him. that's how you maintained the game for so long. but looks like you've met your match the morning your client was found dead in a ditch. it makes your skin crawl to have someone so close murdered but anyways you have to move on and do your job.

"treat with respect" the manager said, but how could you respect him when sanzu disrespects you in the first place. you've never felt so low and so hot in your entire life by the way he manhandles you.

sanzu rips off the clothes you recently bought and makes you feel like a whore. he gathers your hair into a makeshift ponytail and shoves your face right into his crotch. "unzip it with your mouth" "no" you say stubbornly while looking up to him. he clicks his tongue and stands up, his heavy hand on your head and asked: "did you like that guy?"

what is he talking about? yet you answer nonetheless to provoke him. "he was gentle with me-" "then get used to me being rough" sanzu unzips his pants himself, pulls out his dick, and forcefully chokes you on it. he starts to thrust with his head thrown back as if having the time of his life. tears well in your eyes as your gag reflex comes back, all the while he's mindlessly talking to you.

"I won't promise it won't hurt, because I'll definitely make it hurt. you can take that can you?" he looks up to the ceiling before threateningly averting his gaze on you, to which you nod with muffled cries.

Ran

he's a man who has a lot of experience that greatly increased as he got older. he never thought he'd be satisfied with one but you and your pussy proved him wrong.

ran would ditch all of his booty calls all of a sudden just to go to your house. you're someone who's flustered easily and he fucking loves that when you cover your face and scrunch cutely. bonus points if you're a virgin, it would get him so hard when he thinks that you've waited for a special man all your life. he's the first in line to your body, and no one dares line up behind him.

anyone around him would see him change. he'd randomly smile all of a sudden while on his phone, and rindou would look at him weirdly and roll his eyes. the first thought was he was watching porn or supporting camgirls on his phone, but it's actually him exchanging cutesy messages with you!

the conversation would be full of innocent hearts yet the displayed messages are lewd. the contrast of it has your body heating up and thighs clenching. text him "come over?" and he'd be flying to your bedroom in no time. (if possible)

ran is lovey-dovey with you in bed as he's got you underneath him. he takes in your helpless face and messy hair while both of his hands interlock yours, pinned down. pressing kisses to your face, going down and down until he's face to face with your shorts.

you're moaning and pushing his head further into you; ran lapping up your wet folds like a man starved. his tongue feels crazily good as the muscle moves all around inside you. and when he feels you starting to thrust up into his mouth, he knows he's got you wrapped around him. smirking inside you before giving a slow sensual slitter.

"relax baby, let yourself go♡" he hummed. ran would unravel the slut inside you, use you for his pleasure while making you want more. but for now, he'd wear a mask and act merciful to his baby.

Chifuyu

major attitude problems? moody? chifuyu would tolerate all that. he's very patient with you despite being such a brat at all times. you're like a chihuahua that picks fights with him only to end up getting cuddled. plus, you trashtalk the guys who hurt chifuyu while pouting and stitching him up. he thinks it's cute but you're all bark and no bite.

pushing your boyfriend to his limits is all fun and games until he actually gets annoyed. when chifuyu scoffs darkly, you know you have to stop acting like a dumb bitch.

he'd have you on all fours, crying about how much it hurts as he thrusts behind you without a care. sometimes you're just so fucking annoying that you have to pass out to be quiet for once. wet sounds slap against the room along with your loud cries that chifuyu groans in annoyance.

his thumb goes inside your mouth, eyebrows knitting together when you're still loud even with a thumb inside you. he then enters your cavern with four of his knuckles and a thumb on your chin. making a makeshift gag as tears prick your eyes.

"you have something to say now?" chifuyu asks tauntingly while his member goes in and out of you. you shook your head frantically and he laughs at how pathetic you looked. the night continues with him trying different positions with you even if he's feeling very overstimulated. it got chifuyu shooting all he got inside you until he stops and you finally close your eyes in fatigue.

chifuyu is amazing at aftercare and feeling guilty after fucking you roughly without any hint of stopping. too bad you don't see or feel how he takes care of your mess while you sleep. but no worries, chifuyu always shows how much he loves you when you're awake. you'll always feel loved and feel good when he's around <3

Rindou

rindou is always hanging around you quietly, following you as you go shopping or whatever girly things you do. it's to ward off the men that look at you lewdly when he only has the privilege of doing that.

he thinks he's so delusional that he has the claim on you when you're not even dating him. not even fucking because you chose to see him as a brother. and it kills him every time you wear those cleavage popping and ass-hugging outfits. help him coz his sanity is only holding onto a thread.

one night when you visit him in his office wearing the usual slutty outfit. he can't help but stare at your body until you spoke: "I'm meeting my friends at the club tonight. can you accompany me? I really don't feel safe when I'm alone." how in the world are you gonna feel safe when you're wearing that?! and what is he? some kind of chaperone? but lovesick rindou finds himself agreeing to be dragged around by you. lead him on all you want but it won't last long before he snaps.

you thought he would drive you there but he surprisingly tosses the keys to a driver outside the building. it was kind of disappointing because you thought you'd have some alone time with him. but tension suddenly rises when rindou rolls the partition of the front and back, enclosing you two in privacy. "why?" you ask like you have no idea yet your body is already squirming inside.

rindou looks at you dead in the eye and hissed: "do you think it's appropriate to wear that around a 'brother'?" your eyes widen, breath hitched as you attempt to speak but fail. he slides closer to you, right hand catching your waist to pull you on his lap. "do you really see me as a brother?" rindou's fingers caress your thigh before going between your legs. "or as someone you could play with?"

he takes out his anger by pinching your clit, making you thrash in his arms wildly from the stimulation. his lips kiss your neck while his left hand fiddle with your boobs and bring down the neckline. your hole flutters from the lewd scene you're seeing on the reflective partition. his long limbs completely entrap your body as you let yourself throw your head back and capture his lips in a messy kiss. he never fails to make you feel dirty.

you push and push for more kisses, addicted to his taste. but rindou pulls away with stained lips and smirks when he sees your fucked out face. "attend the party looking like that alright?" he pats your cheek a little harshly before pushing you to the side. 'a little payback won't hurt' he thinks to himself as he ignores you, flabbergasted. he's too horny so you'll actually end up fucking

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[kunikya]

Imagine walking on rindou masturbating 💀

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 × 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

cw: desperate! rindou, panty sniffer rindou, handjobs, masturbaiting(ofc), elements of pillow humping, implied switch! rindou

a/n: this is my 13829018803 repost 😭 please show up in tags

💌—Tokyo revnegers masterlist // taking reqs & thirsts!

imagine his moans are pretty loud and breathy, almost impossible to ignore. He has no shame in moaning when he's masturbating alone but when someone else is in the house he has to cover up his sweet sounds by biting the hem of his shirt letting his glistening abs be on display as his cock twitches from him pumping it over and over.

it was one of those days where you left and he was left to deal with his aching hard cock alone. Telling himself he can't wait any longer he immediately took off his pants letting them fall to his ankles. His cock was leaking precum as he took it out, spreading it across his flushed red tip making him let out a whimper.

He slowly started pumping his cock at a slow and steady pace that gradually started to get faster for him to reach his high. 

but it wasn't enough, he needed you.

"H-Hah…y/n Fu–fuck"

He imagines it was you pumping his cock with your fingers that can barely wrap around his thick cock but imagining it wasn't good enough for rindou, he needed you oh so desperately. 

That's how you stumbled upon rindou sniffing your panties as he was humping your pillow.

It was a lovely sight seeing your boyfriend drenched in sweat, fully naked jerking off to things that reminded him of you.

"baby why didn't you say that you needed help" you slowly approached an embarrassed rindou who's been caught.

"I didn't want to– ahh !"

his sentence was caught short by your hand wrapping around his cock, you gave him an innocent smile as you started pumping his cock.

"Rin baby, I'm never too busy for you." you kissed your boyfriend leading him to grab your head to pull you close to him, deepening the kiss.

Things were getting messy as you two were sloppily making out occasionally with rindou slipping out a moan between sessions. 

"y/n please don't stop– fuck im cumming baby"

How can you say no to him, he was so good to you, " 'm course, go ahead and cum" 

no less than 15 seconds he came all over your hand. You giggled planning to get up and wash up but you were pinned to the bed by no other than your boyfriend.

"Don't think i forgot about you, im going to make you feel good to baby, so whats the rush yeah ?"

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[embossross]

The Devotion of the Girl in the Mirror

Chapter 5 >> Chapter 6 >> Masterlist

✣ Pairing: Rindou x AFAB fem!Reader w/ a chapter cameo of reader/yuzuha

✣ Warning: 18+ explicit content, minors DNI

✣ Series: part of the In the Belly of the Beast fic universe

✣ Chapter CW: ptv sex, oral (blowjobs & eating out), choking, degradation and praise, cock worship, edging and orgasm denial/control

✣ Story CWs: BDSM dob/sub relationship; sex (oral, ptv, pta, etc.); genre typical drug use, alcohol, smoking

✣ Synopsis: A story of two lonely people find love for better or worse. Or, dom!Rindou is sweet on his girl. Or, on paper, you and Rindou have nothing in common. But sometimes chemistry defies logic, and with every conversation, you find yourself more bewitched until all you see, smell, or hear is Rindou.

✣ Word Count: ~10.8k

A great clenching of his bowels catapults Rindou into consciousness. Nausea and the certainty that he is going to puke chases soon after. Rindou stumbles to his feet in the direction of the bathroom only to discover the door is not there. The pressure in his head increases, a high vibrancy of pain accompanied by a vertiginous warping of his vision and equilibrium.

He vomits right on the carpet.

When his stomach is empty, Rindou takes stock of his surroundings. He is shirtless, wearing an unfamiliar pair of YSL sweats. The bedroom is twice as large as his with a sitting area opposite the bed and subdued paintings of hunting dogs and long-dead kings peering down from the walls. By the puddle of bile seeping into the fibers of the carpet, a meowing British Shorthair pokes around curiously until Rindou shoos it away.

This is Ran’s bedroom.

Regaining his bearings, Rindou makes his way to Ran’s bathroom. He helps himself to Ran’s toothbrush and drinks water straight from the tap until his guts gurgle miserably and he vomits again, this time into the toilet. The process repeats itself one more time before his hangover recedes enough to risk leaving the bathroom. He grabs a hand towel to throw over the mess he left on the floor in a quick detour before he hunts for his brother.

It is some indiscriminate hour of the day. The curtains are drawn tight in every room, blocking the sun or moon from view, and Rindou can’t find his phone in the master bedroom where he slept, which should concern him more, but he is too disoriented to worry. Ran isn’t in the kitchen or dining room, his study or living room, so Rindou checks the guest bedroom.

A long, thin lump shaped more like a body pillow than a man though much too tall, hides beneath the comforter in the guest room. A grandfather clock with the chimes removed shows the time to be near one, presumably in the afternoon. Too early to wake Ran without a fight.

“Oi, where’s my phone?” Rindou barks. He wants to ask why he’s here because somewhere between vomiting the second and third time, Rindou realized he has no memories of how he came to sleep in his brother’s bed. He remembers the sight of your teary face in the bathroom – it’s crystal clear unfortunately – remembers finishing the bottle of bourbon in the car, remembers driving – oh fuck and he should not have been driving black out last night. Shit. The memories grow glossier as the hours progress, the scope of his mental vision shrinking like a burning photograph, until eventually there is nothing but emptiness left.

He wants to fill in the blanks of his hazy memory, but admitting to Ran that he blacked out like a sorority girl after her third vodka cranberry is too harrowing, so Rindou asks after his phone instead.

The lump that is his brother groans and shifts but does not emerge from beneath the covers. Rindou grips the railing at the foot of the bedframe and gives it a weighty shake until Ran’s head pops out. His eyes are covered by a sleep mask, hair a mess.

“Phone. Where is it?” Rindou says.

“Go away,” Ran hisses, or at least that’s how Rindou interprets the garbled words as Ran burrows back beneath his blankets.

“I need my phone now, dickhead. Come one, where is it?”

Only Ran’s arm appears this time, feeling around on the bedside table until he finds a paperweight, which he promptly flings at Rindou’s head. It is well-aimed and thrown with enough force to knock him unconscious but too slow by half, and Rindou easily dodges aside.

“Ran –!”

“Coffee! Coffee first!” Rindou tries to interrupt but Ran talks right over him. “Coffee!”

Resigned and more than a little annoyed, Rindou returns to the kitchen and brews a pot of instant coffee. No sugar, no milk. Exactly the way he knows his brother hates. While rifling through Ran’s cabinets for a mug, his stomach flips again, so Rindou decides to eat a late breakfast.

Thirty minutes later, Rindou sits, chowing down on a fried omelet, leftover onigiri found in the fridge, and a bowl of steamed rice when his brother finally emerges from his den. Ran beelines to the coffee and drinks the first cup without pause before pouring a second. This one, he bothers to treat with milk and gomme syrup for taste. Ran follows Rindou’s example then, starting on his own breakfast, expertly carving up a grapefruit as the first caffeine blast hits his system. Rindou can see the moment sleep fully leaves his brother’s eyes.

“Well, good afternoon, Sleeping Beauty,” Rindou scoffs.

“I wouldn’t be so quick to mock. I did, after all, let you sleep in my bed last night. You’re welcome for that.”

“Oh, yeah. Thanks. I threw up on your floor by the way. Probably want to deep clean that,” Rindou returns.

Ran cranes his long neck heavenward as if searching for divine intervention. “Little brothers…the gift that never stops giving.”

“Anyway, I’m gonna head out. Just hand over my phone,” Rindou says.

“Can I trust you with this?” Ran asks seriously, unearthing the phone from the pocket of his silk pajama pants.

“Uh…yeah?”

“Convincing,” Ran grimaces, but he tosses the phone Rindou’s way anyway. “She didn’t call or text by the way.”

Rindou ignores this unasked for information in favor of scrolling his notifications: a few nonurgent business emails, a call from Mochi he should return, and an update on an MMA match he follows. When he flips to his calls log to check what time Mochi called, he sees a slew of outbound calls, 34 to be exact, all to your number. He slumps in his seat and groans.

“Don’t tell me you blacked out,” Ran sneers, missing nothing as he watches Rindou over his cup of coffee.

“Piss off.”

“I gave you so much advice last night, too. Some of my best work, and you went and forgot it. Well, don’t think I’m going to repeat everything for your benefit now. You’ll have to settle for the Cliff Notes version.”

“I don’t need advice,” Rindou snaps.

“Oh, don’t you? Why don’t I fill you in on what you forgot? I got home from work this morning around 7 AM, and what did I find? My baby brother sleeping on my front step. No idea how long you were there by the way. I figured, okay, he just needs to sleep it off. But, oh no, you spent the next two hours talking my ear off about your girl problems. Crying intermittently, I might add. Really moving stuff if you’re the type for it. I had to take your phone after the ninth time you tried calling her. It was getting pathetic.”

The timestamps on his outbound calls show the last attempt was logged at 7:45 AM true to Ran’s accounts. If anyone but Mikey blew up his phone that much, he would block them on principle. Considering the lack of reply, you probably did just that.

Rindou doesn’t remember any of it.

“The long and short of my advice, by the way, call her. Today. Tell her you’re so sorry and want to be with her, just her. No wait, tell her, you’re sorry, and that you just got scared because you’ve never felt this way about a woman before. Tell her you love her and that you want to be with her and only her. That no woman can compare! That she’s more beautiful than Lady Kiritsubo, sexier than Kyoko Fukada and Naomi combined, more bewitching than Lady Murasaki, that you would not stop at the murder of 130 men but would fell 10,000 if only to look upon the moon of her face. Are you writing this down? This is good stuff,” Ran says.

“I’m not saying any of that stuff,” Rindou groans.

“Fine, not sure why. That sweet girl of yours would just about cream herself if you compared her to all those literary figures, but whatever. For some reason, she likes you, so I’m sure whatever you say will move her,” Ran allows.

“I’m not going to say anything to her.”

The knife contacts the cutting board with a sharp knocking sound that rings out in the otherwise silent kitchen. Juices from the grapefruit drip off its serrated edge. The British Shorthair, whose name Rindou remembers is Tortoiseshell, leaps onto the counter and winds her bushy tail along Ran’s arms in an affectionate gesture, like she can sense Ran’s growing ire, neck going red and heat rising higher by the second.

“And why the hello not?”

“Because she told me not to call her,” Rindou says simply.

“Sure didn’t stop you yesterday,” Ran says, but Rindou waves that away with the excuse that he was drunk. Ran sights like his personally pained by Rindou’s stupidity. “When she told you not to contact her, she meant don’t waste my time. I promise you, she did not mean, don’t call me and give me everything I want and am asking for. Tell her you’re a one-woman man from here on out, and it should work out just fine.”

“But I’m not. I’ve never wanted to be a boyfriend or whatever. That’s not what this was, and she understands that,” Rindou says.

“So, you don’t want to be with her?”

“Of course, I do.”

“Then, you want to be with her but not as much as you want to be with other women? There’s something other women are giving you that she can’t?” Ran tries.

“Not necessarily.”

“Then, what? Because I’m getting mad like I’m the girl you’ve been stepping out on. You’re not making sense. She does all the freaky stuff you’re into. She’s the best lay of your life,” Ran says, brushing aside Rindou’s threatening glare. “These are your words, Rin. Not mine. You said so last night. You also said that she loves you and that you love her.”

This time, when his stomach flips, Rindou knows better than to blame it on his hangover. He almost accuses Ran of lying, but he can read Ran’s facial tics and mannerisms as clearly as directives in an instruction manual, all concise, clinical language and the steps in sequence. There is no lie hidden in Ran’s hands as they wave about, punctuating this or that point, only frustration at Rindou’s stubbornness in the tilt of Ran’s chin.

He remembers the track of your tears down your face. How they stubbornly clung to your jaw line, refusing that final plummet until new tears slid down and forced them away. Overcrowding. The memory is so clear in the way memories can be, meaning it is false and true at the same time. In his memory, there is only the facsimile of a public toilet, and the edges fade to black like they do on film. The counters of your face are so familiar to him, so easy to trace, but an aura of white, hot light shines around you, transforming you into an angel, the kind built for God’s bloodiest wars. The details of your hair and clothes are wrong, but not the tears. Those are clear enough that he can imagine wiping them away with his thumb here and now.

As Ran carries on, Rindou downs an entire bottle of water without coming up for air as if by blocking one sense, he might drown out whatever Ran says next. The words – about how Rindou pledged his love for you last night – reach him regardless.

Neither brother speaks for several minutes. Both busy themselves in their respective breakfasts and eye the lined marble of the tabletop like its trajectory of cracks map to the elixir of life. Rindou tries to deaden his mind, to ward off thoughts second and feelings first.

Eventually, Ran sighs and sits down at the counter opposite him. All that remains of the grapefruit is the sticky rind and guts clinging to the forgotten knife.

“Do you remember our time in family court before we went to juvie?” Ran asks. “I was so pissed they were locking us up. I didn’t wanna leave Miki behind or what we’d built in Roppongi, but I was so damn pleased when we walked into lockup that first day. You and I together. Felt like it was just another neighborhood, just another street war, and we were going to win it.”

Rindou smiles faintly at the memory. He remembers their first days with less fondness, but he also left nothing behind when they were sentenced away. All he claimed in the world was his brother and his own body, and they couldn’t take either away from him. It was hardly a punishment at all.

“I never told you, but Izana said something to me a couple months in. Something I never forgot…He asked me why I didn’t…why I didn’t tell them it was all me. Try to take the fall for everything and get you off,” Ran says.

“What are you talking about? They had us on everything. With witnesses. You couldn’t have gotten me off.”

“Probably not,” Ran admits dully. “But maybe…maybe I could have told them that you never wanted any of it. That I was kicking your ass at home and forcing you into the gang life. Maybe they would have believed it, been lenient.”

“No one would have believed that,” Rindou scoffs.

“Maybe. Probably not. But the point is…the point is I didn’t even try.” Ran lets the words sit between them for a long moment, eyes on his plate but mind turned inward to the sins of his past. “Because it had always been you and me. We didn’t need a gang so long as we were together. And that’s exactly how I wanted it. Us against the world. I’ve lost things. But I chose this, all of it, for better or worse. You? I watch you sleepwalking through life, and I can’t remember if you ever really chose anything, or I just dragged you along behind me. I wonder if you’re just on a bullet train, and it’s moving too fast for you to get off, and you’ve been on it so long, you figure you might as well ride it to the final destination, just speeding along, doing what you’ve always done.”

When Rindou tries to swallow, all the moisture in his mouth evaporates, and his throat stutters over a rough, empty path to his gullet. He struggles to even look at Ran. His entire being shrinks away from his brother only to find that sentiment waits for him wherever he retreats. Ran’s sincerity, the power in these hypnotic, never before spoken words, cows him into submission. He breaks free only through an extreme display of will.

“You’re telling me I should quit? Settle down with a wife and kids and become what? A salaryman?”

“Fuck no! No, you don’t up and quit. We’re in this for life,” Ran says, flicking his fingers in Rindou’s direction as if to signal that he finds his brother’s lack of intelligence exhausting. “I’m saying that you have a chance to make a choice and change things for yourself right now. I’m saying that opportunities like this don’t come around all that often, get rarer every year we get closer to the grave, and I’m saying that if you let this chance pass you by, I’m going to blame myself forever.”

“I’m never drinking again,” Rindou groans because it is easier than searching for a grain of sincerity to match Ran’s earnest sermon.

Thankfully, Ran depletes his stores of sincerity in the same moment, tossing his parting words over his shoulder, “I’m going back to bed. Your clothes are in the dryer. You puked on them, too, by the way. You really are the greatest house guest. Can’t imagine why we don’t do this more.”

Ran disappears back into the dark, tunnel-like halls for a few hours of much deserved sleep. Rindou stays at the table for another long half hour, not thinking. In fact, he uses every ounce of his brain’s considerable powers to avoid thinking altogether. By the time he leaves, he is an expert at meditation.

--

In the days that follow the explosion of your relationship – less plane crashed into the side of a mountain and more nuclear holocaust – Rindou descends into his own nuclear winter. The days are short as snow blankets the city. It weighs down telephone lines and cartwheels down slanted roofs. Pipes burst from the cold. Rindou foregoes his car and walks to the store, no gloves or hat, hands wind-chapped and roughened to hewn wood. Boots left to dry in the entryway, he steps into puddles of melted ice whether he comes or goes.

The roads clear quickly, and he returns to work. Then, he returns home.

Amidst the wreckage, Rindou wiles away the hours with thoughtless labor. His bottom line thrives. Not that anyone but Kokonoi notices enough to comment on his newfound dedication. All the inroads he made with his fellow executives in the last several months dry up, the waters of goodwill between them polluted by the radioactive dust typical of any nuclear fallout. He finds his colleagues too loud, too vulgar, too happy, too miserable, too much, too much, too much. And so, he avoids them entirely.

He goes through the motions, relying on pure muscle memory to wake his empty husk of a body in the mornings, to carry it to the gym, to navigate rush hour traffic, to feed it just enough to survive. Little else reaches him. He does not touch another human being.

The days repeat with so little variation that when Rindou lies down to sleep at night, he struggles to remember what he did that day. He tries to retrace his steps and form something coherent from the detritus, but the effort exhausts him, and he often falls asleep without making any progress.

Like he is bunkered down in a fallout shelter, he lives but does little else.

Weekends pose the most harrowing challenge. He sleeps as many hours as his body will allow, which for the first time since adolescence means half the day. When he blinks awake to a messy bedroom in the evenings, he turns to video games to pass the time. Music irritates him. The notes are discordant and false. Sometimes, he reads. Not your books, never those, kicked into a dusty corner under his bed, but books on dinosaurs, the deep sea, space, anything long ago or far away from here.

In one chapter on Newton’s second law of motion, he reads about the earliest understanding of “inertia,” how scientists billed it as the resistance to motion, assuming that stillness was the natural state of any object. He reads that the word “inertia” is derived from the Latin “inertem,” meaning, amongst other things, inactive, helpless, and weak.

He notices his foot has fallen asleep, that he has not sat up from his slump on the couch in hours.

Yet another weekend, he surrenders himself to the authority of the television. He skips past sitcoms with their long-married couples, dramas with their tender romances, sports with their screeching optimism, and finally settles on documentaries. Despite his sleep-saturated body, he drifts off to one, waking up to a scientist crooning to his captive jellyfish. The scientist explains that the jellyfish he raises are biologically immortal, that after reaching sexual maturity, they are able to regenerate to the polyp stage once again, return fresh and renewed. They could continue forever and ever this way. The documentarians fawn over the jellyfish as an elevated being, their cells key to humanity’s future immortality. He half-hallucinates, half-images the documentarians talking to him from the screen, promising him that there will be no end to this, that they will inject him with jellyfish venom and return him to this purgatory again and again and again.

He turns off the TV and dreams of drowning.

The temperature rises as March dawns, the sun beating heat down on the back of his neck for the first time in as long as he can remember. And that’s not all. He remembers the child throwing a tantrum outside the konbini as he walks to work, he remembers a joke Sanzu tells to no laughs before a meeting, he remembers the taste of a cold beer breaking on his tongue.

Spring draws near and winter thaws, and with it, Rindou lets himself feel for the first time in nearly three weeks. He misses you terribly.

The memory of you is a blistering wound, barely healed enough to touch, but he tries, remembering every time he made you laugh, every time you made him laugh in turn. He remembers soft flesh yielding in his hands when he gripped your waist and the equally soft flesh of your inner thigh. He remembers your bottomless appetite for new experiences, how you wanted to experience the world with him at your side. He remembers until the past and present merge into a stagnant stream, until the only thing he can’t remember is why he refused monogamy so insistently when it means an eternity without summers.

There is no autopilot, nothing natural at all about texting you after so long apart, but he chooses to anyway. His fingers move key by key, every word carefully considered and chosen, and then he chooses to push send. He moves.

It is as simple a message as he could manage: Can we talk?

That night, for the first time in a long time, Rindou does not dream.

--

Rindou is well-acquainted with the exterior of your apartment block. It is a relic from when architecture built out rather than up. Each apartment has its own front door and step. The building is an ugly white block of cement and plaster, but the neighborhood has planted symmetrical stripes of shrubbery between each apartment to liven it up, and you say that in the spring when the flowers bloom, the block is transformed in a vibrant display of every imaginable color: soft blue nemophilas and sickeningly yellow canola flowers, plump purple tulips and tender pink plum blossoms. Now, with the frost barely thawed, the flower beds lie dormant.

A minute passes after he knocks on your door, and he wonders if he dreamed your response last night when you invited him over to talk. At his feet, a cat meows. Rindou makes eye contact, and the cat flees into the bushes that separate your stoop from your neighbor’s. He watches for some sign of the cat, but the bushes don’t so much as rustle on your quiet street.

Maybe he dreamed the cat, too.

Just as Rindou decides to shoot you a text, the door opens, and then there is you. You, just as he remembered, all light and life and color. A lifetime’s worth of tension plummets off his shoulders at this measly, first sight of you.

Voice clear and lovely and unavoidable as the chiming of a temple bell calling him home, you usher him inside, past the entryway and up a narrow flight of stairs to the second floor. You chatter away about how you are in the middle of laundry, and would he mind if you do chores while he talks?

Under normal circumstances, he would closely observe your childhood home, looking for clues to the person you once were in the wear of the tatami and pictures framed on the wall, but the mere nape of your neck enthralls him and fixes his gaze. You shine like a beacon, the kind of light that doesn’t merely attract but blurs and blends the shadows until he can see nothing else.

Your clothes hang drying on the balcony, which is too cramped for two to stand comfortably, so he opts to hang back in the attached living room, while you fold your clothes into a basket. Rindou realizes that the task gives you the perfect excuse to avoid eye contact, which you have gracefully evaded since he arrived. It is a worrying sign perhaps, but it means he can study your face shamelessly as you work. There is a layer of grease atop your scalp and no makeup to cover the shadows that border your eyes. He looks no better, of course, but at least he’s been sleeping, and he frowns at these signs of neglect. Even so, he could get drunk on watching you unhindered like this.

The tension of all that is left unsaid writhes until you can’t help but break the silence, always the first to snap.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” you ask.

“I know you asked me to leave you alone, but I don’t want to. I miss you.”

“I miss you, too,” you confess quietly.

Something stronger than relief blooms where there has been so much pain, and Rindou spits out his response, words tumbling into one another without pause.

“Then what are we doing? Let me take you out!”

“Rindou, we can’t just go back to how things were,” you sigh. “I don’t mean that I won’t. I mean that I can’t. When things started between us, I thought I was just down for the ride, and I had no expectations of you or us, but then…everything just kind of snuck up on me, and when we were together, I felt so safe and cared for, like I never have before, and it was wonderful. Then, with a snap of your fingers, all of that just went away, and I was left with nothing, and it sucked. Trust me, I’ve thought about calling you a hundred times a day because it’s been so hard. But if I break now, I’m going to have to start moving on all over again from scratch, and I can’t do that. I need to just…get it over with.”

“Well, I don’t want to just get over it.”

The sun beats down on his brow through the glass, and a base sheen of sweat bursts from beneath his skin. The way you express yourself, honest and eloquent, as if inviting him to truly understand you, will never not amaze him, never not leave him scrambling for something half as true to share with you in turn. Words have never been his weapon of choice; he leads with his fists, his wits if pressed, the allure of fresh banknotes, but never his words, and now, they are the only thing that may save him. He had hours to prepare something to convince you to give him another chance, but the words sounded so stupid in his mind that he threw out every option as fast as he could imagine them. His memory has been shaky lately or he would recite the speech Ran wrote for him verbatim. His brother had been right. He should have written it down.

So, it is with no plan and with brains scrambled like a cracked egg that Rindou continues, “You’re not the only one who things snuck up on. You’re the best part of my day. Even now, as shitty as things stand between us, you’re still the best thing in my life. I never wanted to be a boyfriend. But I’ve had lots of time to learn that I want to lose you even less. A lot less. If you need me to give up seeing other women, to commit, or whatever else, then I’ll do it. If it means you can feel safe with me again, I’ll do it.”

“I’m not trying to trap you, or change you,” you sigh.

“Too late! I’m fucking trapped! And I don’t care. I want you way more than I want my freedom.”

Finally, you turn away from the laundry, back to the horizon, and look at him. You are guarded, no fake smiles to reassure or disarm. You are, however, listening, and Rindou lets himself hope that somehow, somehow, he has found the words powerful enough to undo the damage he wrought.

“That all sounds really nice,” you admit, “But you obviously don’t want to be my boyfriend, or we would have had this talk a while ago. It took you weeks to realize you want me.”

For such a smart woman, you could say the stupidest things, and Rindou is incensed enough at the very idea of not wanting you that he tells you as much. A spark of fire, something finally more impassioned than dull resignation sparks in your eye at the insult, but he plows forward before you can snark back.

“I knew I wanted you from the moment I first saw you. And I always miss you the second you leave my side. What it took me weeks to admit was…well shit, that I can’t live without you because I love you.”

A gust of wind weaves its way between the taller buildings that flank your apartment to blast past the balcony just as your fingers fumble removing a white tee-shirt from the clothesline. The shirt flies out on an updraft. As if dancing with the wind, it whirls in tight circles just out of reach of your outstretched hand, a brief white flag before the wind dies down and it plummets to the street.

You lean over the balcony, like you might leap to follow it, but finding no escape in that direction, you turn to face Rindou’s love confession head-on, just as he once faced yours. He had expected the words, “I-love-you” to hurt, to tear open his throat on their journey out and to ache like a rotting tooth. After all, people lost their minds for love. They died for love. And when love was gone, they cauterized the wound, all decayed flesh and mindless bumbling through the motions, like living zombies. Love hurt or some shit, right?

Yet, he doesn’t regret telling you now, even as you stand quietly without returning his feelings. A million possibilities for heartbreak manifest in front of him, but Rindou feels stronger than he has in weeks. There are so many secrets that still divide you, but this one fundamental truth is undeniable, unretractable. Never again will he be able to claim he’s never loved. This love will forever be a part of his history, and Rindou embraces the fixedness of the path that lies before him, one that is forever imprinted upon by your shared love.

“You’re making it nearly impossible to refuse you,” you sigh out.

“Good. You shouldn’t,” Rindou agrees.

The screen door squeaks as you close it behind you, stepping close enough that he can faintly sense your body heat and lavender scented detergent emanating from the laundry basket. You stand together at a precipice. Your mouth twists to the side in what he recognizes as fear.

“I’m scared,” you whisper. “If we do this, and I get hurt again…I can’t –”

“Do you remember our first date, when you told me all about your favorite story? The one with the girl whose brother kills her?” Rindou blurts out. He doesn’t know where he is going with this. Inspiration hovers three steps ahead of his brain.

“A Smiling Death’s Head?” you ask uncertainly.

“Yeah, you said you hated that one version of it because the woman dies for a man who won’t choose her in return. You like the one where the woman is brain and risks everything – her honor, her family’s honor, her life even – for love, and the man she loves is willing to do the same. I’m thinking, that’s us right now. I’m here, baby, and I’m choosing this even though you might hurt me now. I don’t care what shit there is down the road, I’m choosing you, and I want you to do the same. Be brave like the women in your books and take this leap with me, please.”

Like a sunflower to the sun, your whole body leans in his direction as you say, “That might be the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard.”

“I’d tell you not to get used to it, but who knows? This is the first time I’ve ever been in love. Maybe I am a romantic. You’ll have to choose me to find out.”

Pure joy knocks you off balance and tumbling into his arms. In seconds, you are tangled together. Your thighs clamp tight around his hips and your chin tucks into the notch between his neck and shoulders. His nose buries into the crook of your exposed throat, breathing in the balmy scent of sweat and sun. Just as naturally, your arms wrap around his waist as he holds you aloft. There is no space between your bodies. Nothing has felt more right since he first drew breath upon entering the world.

He has made his choice, and now you have made yours.

Rindou carries you into the open kitchen, sitting you on a high countertop, where neither of you need loosen your grip on the other. In fact, as he no longer needs to support your weight with his hands, he is free to tighten the embrace, wrapping two big arms around your back to clutch you even tighter to the heat of him.

Together like this, you both breathe through what feels like two blissful eternities that make the time spent apart seem like the passing of a few errant seconds. Time stops when you are gone, and it races when you are near. Rindou doubts he’ll ever return to the days of idly passing the time again. Not so long as he has you.

It is one of the happiest moments of his life. Not the happiness of a victory, but the absolute relief of a stay of execution, a sparing of the hangman’s noose. You are so unbelievably warm and soft as you cling to him. Little noises escape your mouth and get lost against his chest. It takes him a moment to recognize those sounds are words: “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

The fabric of his shirt sags from the weight of your tears as you weep, and he hates to imagine how exhausting the last several weeks have been as you ran yourself into the ground to avoid your heartbreak. He promises to care for you even when you can’t, or won’t, care for yourself. And now is as good a time as any to get started.

“No more tears,” Rindou cajoles, loosening your embrace just enough to draw your head up and look into those pretty eyes.

“I know I’m being ridiculous,” you hiccup-laugh. “I’m just so happy.”

He pinches the fat of your cheeks between his fingers, squishing your face into an adorable pout that stops the tears in their tracks.

“Now that I’m back, you’re going to be a good girl and listen to me, right?” he coaches.

You attempt a nod around his grip on your face, an eager half bob at the command.

“Good. First things first, you’re going to tell me everything I’ve missed while we were apart. And, I mean everything, baby. What’s going on with school, your mom, your friends. I want to know how Naoto’s work event went, how things are at the library, what you’re reading. If you read the nutritional information off a cereal box, I want to know about it,” Rindou orders.

“Yes, sir,” you slur through his fingers, and somehow you manage to sound perky and enthused despite your pinched lips and bloated cheeks.

“And you’re going to start taking care of yourself now that I’m back. No more all-nighters or studying until you collapse. You get seven hours of sleep every night minimum. You eat three meals a day. And you take at least one hour every day to do something fun, I don’t care what.”

“But sir!” you protest.

“That’s an order. Blink twice if you understand me.”

As your wet lashes bat down twice, Rindou notices the dreamy film that descends over your eyes, that recognizable, sleepy slide towards subspace as you relax your brain and surrender entirely to his will. All it took was the sound of his voice to affect you. And that’s not all. When the fingers of his other hand, the one not manipulating your cute little face, shift slightly on your neck, not even a full caress, you suck in a powerful breath like the touch might shatter you to pieces.

He vows to never take this, the power he commands over you, for granted again. Because as ardently as you react to his slightest touch, he is just as devoted in the hunt for those same reactions. He drinks up your sighs and pleasures and delicious little nose scrunches like an alcoholic at an open bar.

The sun filtering into the room is dimmer now, lighting up the dust mites as they float past the window. Rindou massages the base of your neck with a firm hand. Like a kitten, you purr and cant into the touch. He could stay like this until nightfall, until forever. Based on the little shivers that wrack your spine, the pathetic whimpers you can’t suppress, you are less contented, calves winding around his hips in a suggestion he only pretends to ignore.

“I have to tell you something,” you murmur, lips trailing his neck until they reach his ear. “I have to tell you, I was bad while we were apart.”

Rindou hides his smile in the base of your neck, continuing to stroke you like a beloved pet, “Were you now? I find that hard to believe.”

“I was, Sir. I came three times without permission. Twice on my own and once at the club,” you report.

Technically, you had his permission at the club when you came on Lady’s fingers as he nodded along with the audience, but he doesn’t tell you that, too amused by the eager way you tattle on yourself in the hopes he’ll spank you clean through a dry orgasm, thighs flexing around his waist as you imagine it. And he might punish you yet, but not today. Not when the weight of you in his arms feels like returning home after an odyssey, and unlike Odysseus, Rindou would have forgiven you anything – any infidelity, any betrayal, any treason – in his relief to find peace here once again.

“Hmm, you have been bad,” Rindou plays along. “And what do you think I ought to do about that?”

“Whatever you think best, Sir,” you offer, trying and failing to perform meekness as your excitement grows.

Rindou untethers you from his body, making sure you are seated securely on the counter beside an overflowing drying rack before he slides down, down, down to the floor, dragging your sweatpants along with him. You loom over him like a mountain in your half-naked glory, built like you were hand-crafted by a divine power for his enjoyment, designed to be worshipped. He belongs on his knees.

He lifts a foot to his mouth, tongue teasing past the toes, where he knows you are most ticklish, and pressing steady kisses to the arch. Slowly, he laps higher, passing your ankles, laving the muscles of your calves, and dedicating special attention to the sensitive skin behind your knees. An unstoppable giggle breaks free at the tickle, but your eyes warn him this is no laughing matter. His descent is achingly slow. Every centimeter he rises on your left leg must be repeated on his right before he will go higher, drawing out the torture until your breath goes shallow. It is an unhurried kind of worship that relaxes as well as arouses. There is a voluptuous surrender in the way he lingers on your legs, ignoring where you most want him as if time presents no obstacle to his exploration. All the while, he maintains eye contact, violet eyes transfixing you in place.

At your inner thighs, Rindou can’t resist, and he sucks twin hickeys onto each side. It’s the silken softness of your skin there, where you are never exposed to the sun. It’s the way your cunt smells, so close to his face as he marks you. You haven’t shaved in a few days, but the fine hairs hardly detract from the pillowy flesh. His cock aches for you.

Your panties join your sweatpants on the floor. For a solid minute, Rindou can do nothing but stare at your pretty pussy, so familiar and so missed. His hot breath dances over the sensitive skin, and you squirm, begging for the return of his mouth.

He smothers your cunt and himself in the process with open mouth kisses. Wet trails of his spit glisten in the wake of his lips. He uses his fingers to pinch at your hood until your glossy, little clit peeks out for him. The kisses he lays there are purposeful, devotional.

“Rindou, sir, please,” you whimper.

“You want me to eat this pretty pussy the way my pretty girl likes it?” Rindou asks.

You nod eagerly, and Rindou makes a show of considering it. The kisses he just gifted you were merely playful, a pantomime of what you really needed. Even as he toyed with your clit, your hips bucked greedily against the anchor of his hands at your hips, begging for more pressure, more, more, more.

“I was going to reacquaint myself with this perfect body from your toes to your eyelids. If I get distracted here, who will play with the rest of your body? Who will play with your pretty tits? Do you still want me to lick this cunt?”

“Yes, sir,” you answer swiftly.

“Well, since you’re being so polite,” Rindou hums, rubbing a firm hand up your inner thigh until you arch. “I’ll do it, but only if you play with your tits just the way you know I would. You’ll have to be my hands, baby.”

It is an uncharacteristically kind decision, but Rindou can’t summon up the will to call you belittling names or deny you too badly. You may be a pathetic, needy cockslut, but he is the one who couldn’t survive three weeks without the hug of your cunt, so what does that make him? At least, for today, he is simply too drunk on your body to degrade you the way you deserve.

Even without his firm hand, you are still an obedient little thing – one of the things he loves most about you – so you hasten to show off, tugging your tee-shirt up over your breasts and grabbing handfuls of your own flesh. He loves the way your fingers leave marks from how hard you grope and squeeze them. Rindou slips a hand in his pants, so that he can thumb at the head of his cock, watching the way you touch yourself. The foot he previously licked plants right on his shoulder to keep you spread open for him. Then, he dives back into your pussy.

With his tongue, Rindou laps out the wetness that collects at your entrance and smears it up to the top of your mound. It is messy. You practically flood his mouth at first contact, and he relishes that familiar tang. He buries everything – from his tongue to his nose – between your folds, lapping and sucking until your thighs quiver. With your clit, he is merciless, all pressure and speed as it has left the defenses of your clitoral hood and now beckons to him, an engorged button for him to tweak and nudge and suction into the hot wetness of his mouth.

You express your approval of his efforts by overenthusiastically abusing your tits. When you pinch your nipples, you tug that extra amount until they’re sore. When you squeeze them, you grope your tits like a pervert, hard and merciless. When you caress the undersides, you follow up with a stinging slap to the center that alights your nerves and brings tears to your eyes. It is masterful, a work of pure artistry, for an audience of one. And what an appreciative audience! Rindou shucks off his jeans, so he can palm the head of his cock as he watches the student become the master. He taught you this, this brutality, this unrestrained use of your body, and he wonders whether you spanked your ass raw in his absence, pretending your little hand was larger, meatier, his.

The toes on his shoulder clench, and he knows you are going to cum. All of those signs particular to you and your pleasure are committed to his memory and on display now as he worries your clit with his tongue.

So, of course, Rindou pulls back from your cunt, breaking a strand of spit that connects him to your pussy with his hand.

It is adorable the way your hips arc, humping at air like that might give you the stimulation you need to fly over the edge. As soft as he feels towards you in the new dawn of your shared love, Rindou can’t help but laugh at the pathetic display. It is easy to bat your hand away when you move it towards your own pussy, funny how the pitiful moue of your lips trembles at being denied. You must be out of practice to think for a second he would let you rut yourself to orgasm without permission. An out of practice needy hole in need of discipline. He can’t even feel disappointment. It’s simply too pathetic. Too pathetic and too intoxicating.

Nothing in his long life of vice compares to the knowledge that your pleasure belongs to him. His to control, his to provide. Like a headrush, a heady sense of his own power and gratitude for it stuns him into stillness. Rindou has always liked this power, enjoyed the needy pleas of the women he fucked and the way they would surrender beneath his hands, hoping, praying, that he might let them cum. He would snicker and mock their desperation even as the blood rushed to his cock. But there is an opposite side to the coin as well, a kind of self-flagellation because even as he denies you, he is simultaneously denying himself. Because the only sight better than your miserable cries at an edge is the glorious sight of you coming undone, brain blitzed and tongue heavy and breasts heaving and stomach clenching and…

“I didn’t tell you to stop abusing those tits,” Rindou warns.

He simply watches and you spring back to action, drawing the meat of your breast as high as it will go to try to tongue at your own nipple. When you aren’t satisfied, you spit and use the slick to rub aching little circles over each nipple. Your neck arches back at the feeling. Rindou can see when a zap of pleasure rolls through your body in the way your throat swallows, in the way your untouched hole spasms around nothing. He jerks his cock rapidly, splitting his attention between your performance and that clenching hole.

Two minutes pass after your first edge before Rindou decides he can safely return to your clit without immediately sparking an orgasm. Rindou licks his fingers, messy and thorough, before guiding them to your entrance. There is a nudge of resistance as he sinks two fingers inside as it’s been weeks since he last used you here, and he imagines that same tight pressure massaging his shaft, suffocating him at the root.

Sunk inside to the second knuckle, Rindou maneuvers until he finds your front walls, and then he plunges his fingers repeatedly into that spot as you shake and moan. He doesn’t even need to touch your clit now as it all but vibrates at the internal stimulation. One hand plants on your belly to hold you in place as he picks up speed, fingering your tiny cunt expertly until your squeals are as loud as the wet gushing from between your thighs and the sound of blood pounding in Rindou’s head.

Rindou works a third finger inside you, so that you won’t shatter when his cock breaks you open later. Then, he kisses up and down your stomach to where your cunt is stretched open by his fingers and only just grazing your clit with his passing tongue. Your head lolls like a broken doll, waist twitching one way then the next. Your twitchy little hole tells him that you will cum soon, fluttering like a vice around his fingers. He leaves it to the last possible second, so that he almost worries his mistimed it before abandoning your pussy again.

This time, you don’t try to alleviate the ache but bite down on your own fist in a childish cry of grievance at what is taken from you. He can literally see your hole clench around nothing, an enticing invitation for his neglected cock. An invitation he has ignored long enough.

Rindou stands, lifting you off the counter and depositing you knees-first on the cold tile. His cock hovers at face level, hard, demanding, weeping from missing you too long.

He smacks the meat of your cheek with his cock. A few heavy blows that bounce the head off your lip, leaving it stained with his essence. Whenever Rindou jerks off, he is vicious with his prick. His hand would blur from how fast he jerks it, but in contrast, you are always so delicate to start, all kitten licks and starry eyes at his cock like it is a rare book or something equally valuable to you. It is not so different from the worshipful way he learned your body. He craves that show of devotion from you, its own kind of commitment ceremony more powerful than swearing oneself in front of a priest or signing some stupid papers. He wants to see you pledge yourself to him in the basest ways imaginable.

“No hands. No tongue. No mouth,” Rindou says, voice too tight for the command to land as one, but you listen anyway. You are perfect like that.

The skin of your cheek is soft as you rub yourself against him like a cat. You twist under his cock, so that it rests heavy across your pretty features. A fan whirs overhead, but Rindou can clearly hear the deep breath you take through your nose as you soak in the smell of him. Laid out like this, his cock is nearly as long as your face.

Despite the limitations he imposed, you find a way to shift his cock, so it stands to attention between his stomach and your face, which you then rub up and down in time to his heartbeat. You have eyes only for his cock, so close to your nose that it crosses your eyes. The understimulation combined with your debauched face is the worst kind of torment. He has known hell in broken ribs, in a child’s empty belly, in the devastation of the drug trade he peddles. He has known hell. But he has never known a hell that lived so close to heaven as this.

“Go ahead and add your hands and tongue. Still no mouth,” Rindou urges.

Your hand is gentle when it grips him at the base and strokes. His skin stretches forward as you skim up, up, up the length of him. He jumps when slim fingers ghost over the head.

Both hands begin to work in tandem, stroking in opposite directions, different rhythms, so that every centimeter of him is caressed. Like you want to tempt him to sink into your mouth, you open wide and let his tip sit on your tongue. The pink little muscle writhes against the underside where he is most sensitive. Too often when he uses your mouth, he chokes you on the length of him until you flounder, wild-eyed and proud in your accomplishment. This, letting you take the lead and showcase all your skill and study of him, may become a guilty a pleasure for him though. As you trace your tongue up the vein lining his shaft, he realizes you know his body every bit as well as he knows yours.

“Please, can I suck it, sir? I want to make you feel good,” you plead.

“You’re already making me feel good. And besides, you look too pretty like this,” Rindou murmurs, gliding a hand down your spit-stained cheek.

“Like this, sir?”

There is nothing submissive, sweet, or innocent in the way you lick a wet streak from base to tip. So terribly slowly that by the time you kiss the plump head of him, his eyes have rolled back in bliss.

Then, like a secret, you whisper into his cockhead,” I love you, sir.”

By you, he is undone.

Most likely, Rindou thinks, he lowered you gently to the ground then, but this is pure speculation as one moment you are on your knees, and the next you are on your back, legs wound his waist, and his cock bullying its way into your pussy.

It is like coming home when your hips meet with a loud smack, as close as two people can be, cock pressed up and into your stomach. He is gentler when he pulls out, making sure your walls can accommodate him. Your heels dig painfully into his ass at the slow slide. They tighten as if to keep him there when he sinks back in deep.

The only way he could possibly fuck you after everything you shared today is deep. Not too hard or fast, but penetrating, inescapable thrusts that make you wail when he bottoms out.

A cunt is a cunt, he always thought. There is only so much variation in depth, in tightness, in slickness, in heat from one woman to the next. And that’s true of yours, too, except when he’s inside you, he’s not only feeling your walls massage his cock, he’s also smelling the natural perfume that emanates from your neck and thighs. He’s tasting the sweat off your delicious breasts. He’s soaking up the cries and moans that you offer him like a votive.  Yes, you are deliciously obedient and hot, but you are also just you, and that is manifold times more addictive than the drugs he sells for a living.

His balls draw up, and Rindou is shocked to realize he could cum already. He empties his mind, counting his breaths until the urge to fill you ebbs away to more manageable levels. Still his balls ache fiercely.

You fare little better as each thrust breaks you open. His hips grind into yours, pressing him tight to where you folds spread open, where your clit is engorged and primed. Your hands rub through layers of sweat on his back to press him even closer. Nose-to-nose, so you trade breaths and groans through open mouths.

“Please, can I cum, sir?” you ask.

“You wanna cum?” Rindou grits out.

You grasp his wrist, the one not supporting his bodyweight off the floor, and guide his hand to your bared throat. Instinctively, his fingers curl around your pretty neck, not pressing, just there, like a favorite necklace.

“Make me cum,” you say.

Your hand folds over his own and flexes until he begins to squeeze, cutting off your air supply. A little smile of pure contentment curls your lips as you ease into the sensation of being choked. Without air, your brain panics, the cock digging its way to your center begins to feel less welcome, less safe, more startling and therefore unignorable. And then, your brain slackens, and his grinding cock becomes the center of your universe. Just feeling remains and nothing else.

It is a wonder you still trust him enough to let him do this.

A wonder. That’s what you are.

“Cum for me, baby,” Rindou prays, lips to your ear. “Cum as hard as you can.”

His hand loosens to allow a windfall of air to flood your lungs and short circuit your brain. The sudden relief compounds the way he speeds up his thrusts, so that your cunt is filled just the way he knows you need it.

You start to cum sometimes on the second stroke. The little bit of slack he had to maneuver inside you disappears. It is a vice that wraps around his cock. Your pussy pulses haphazardly, like a clenching fist, and he floods your womb with cum.

Lips meet in a messy kiss. Off-center and desperate. But neither of you have the brain power for artistry. His cock is too busy with the aftershocks, managing seven hot spurts into the haven of your cunt after the initial torrent. And you are practically crying into his mouth; a short but obliterating orgasm that wracked you to your core and left you devastated in the aftermath.

This must be what people call ‘making love.’

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Sometime in the aftermath, Rindou remembers that you share the apartment with your mother, and that he cannot make a bed here on the kitchen floor with a soft cock buried in her daughter’s cunt. First, impressions count after all.

On autopilot, he takes you to the shower, where you both clean up, bodies limp against one another. At no point do you stop holding hands. Even when you pee after. You remain tethered to each other every step of the way.

Your mind wakes up just enough to direct him to your bedroom afterward. The bed is only a twin, but he prefers it, the way it forces you both to stay wrapped up entirely in each other’s arms. You practically lay across his thigh as you both fall into a deep sleep.

An hour or two after judging by the angle of the sun seeping through your window, Rindou wakes up. Vaguely, he notices for the first time his surroundings. The duvet on your bed is threadbare and patchy, but the sheets are surprisingly soft. The room is mostly neat with dirty clothes tucked away in a hamper and clean clothes folded away, though the desk in the corner is piled haphazardly with books and looseleaf notes. A pen must have rolled off your desk earlier because the wheel of your desk chair is lodged atop it. The walls are painted a delicate eggshell yellow, and there are no embarrassing childhood posters there but rather tacked-up photos of you and your friends, you and your mom, you and him.

Rindou finds it hard to swallow when he sees the photos, looks away.

“Morning,” you rumble sleepily into his skin.

He kisses you soundly before correcting you that it is sometime in the early evening. It doesn’t matter either way. Time has abdicated its power. Whether it’s six in the evening or six in the morning, he will stay in this cramped bed, holding you. Short of the police breaking down the door or a zombie apocalypse, nothing could compel him to stop.

“I didn’t dream it,” you murmur to yourself.

“No,” Rindou confirms simply. He has never been a man of many words and now that the time for speeches has passed, he finds himself exhausted of them. He prefers to listen anyway, missed your songbird voice in his ear.

“And you’re not going to regret it?” you say.

Rindou shakes his head.

“I can introduce you as my boyfriend now?” you question.

“Mmmhmm,” Rindou hums, placing a delicate kiss to the crest of your ear.

Your fingers curl tightly around his hand, and you say urgently, “Please don’t cheat on me. I think it’ll kill me.”

“Shh, stop worrying. I won’t even look at another woman again, okay?” Rindou promises.

This little bout of insecurity passes, unable to survive the absolute security of his deep-voiced assurances. Then, you proceed to tell him all about your time apart. Rindou hardly speaks a word, soaking up the way you effortlessly create a full-bodied narrative of details and characters and feelings. You talk mostly about schoolwork and the library, your friends weaving in and out of the periphery of your stories. Occasionally, he asks a question, sparking new stories that outrun the clock until the sky is dark outside and your voice scratchy from overuse.

It takes Rindou by surprise when you say seemingly out of the blue, “Earlier, when you said you would never even look at a woman again…I don’t think you have to take it that far. I mean, unless you want to, but I’m not asking you to.”

“Thanks, that would have made leaving the house kind of hard,” Rindou laughs lowly. “But seriously, I won’t touch anyone but you. You have my word.”

You squirm out from the cocoon of his arms, and he unconsciously chases your body heat. Once you are sitting up, sheets tumbling over your peaked nipples, you say, “I don’t mind if you do, a little.”

Now it is Rindou’s turn to sit up.

“You don’t mind if I touch other women a little?”

“Oh, this is so embarrassing,” you groan at the disbelief in his voice. “I just mean, when we first met and you flogged that woman…I thought that was so hot, watching you. And I could see us wanting to go to the club again sometime, as a couple, and it would be okay with me at least, if you wanted to umm, do a scene with someone else. I think I might even like it. Or, umm, so long as it’s not sex, I think it would be fine even if I’m not there so long as you tell me all about it,” you say.

“What does sex mean to you?”

You think about it for a moment. “Anything that gets your dick wet.”

A beat later Rindou starts to laugh. He laughs until his stomach hurts, while you beat your fists into his shoulder and insist it’s not funny. But it is funny! It is funny that he wasted so many weeks thanks to his stubborn pride when you weren’t even demanding his forever faithfulness, leaving the door wide open to all kinds of sins and debauchery so long as he what? Maintained open communication?

All you ask is that he gives up sticking his dick in other women and in exchange he gets…everything. He gets everything.

When Rindou finally catches his breath, he eyes you like the marvel you are and says, “I really don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

“Funny, I feel the same way,” you smile. “So, I don’t want you getting your dick wet with anyone else, and I want to know what you do with other people. I may change my mind down the road, but I actually thought about it a lot after everything that happened, and I think that’s my boundary. So, until I do change my mind, that’s the rule. What about you? What boundaries do you have for me?”

Rindou has put little thought into it, assuming a vanilla-style definition of monogamy would be your future together, but half the answer comes instantly, “I control your orgasms. No cumming without my permission.”

“I like that,” you agree.

“And no dating anyone else. Watching you with Lady was fucking hot, and I wouldn’t mind sharing you with other doms if you are interested down the line, but no cumming and no going out with them.”

“Oh, no dating for you either! No dating and no falling in love. And you can’t do scenes with the same woman over and over without me. I don’t want you developing feelings for anyone. I didn’t think of that,” you say.

Rindou nods. “It sounds like we’ll both have to work out the details as they come along. But I’m open to changing the rules as we go because all that really matters is that we’re together, and you’re happy.”

“You’re going to make me happy?” you tease.

You smile beatifically, an angel on earth. A sun to his sunflower, a planet to his moon sucking him into your orbit. Rindou never believed he could make anyone happy, but he knows now that he is going to try until there’s no fight left in him.

“I’m going to make you very happy,” he vows.

It is a rebirth, and it is a start. And you both think in that moment that you hope there is no end to the bright future that lies in front of you.

This is love.

A/N: editing this was a saga, so sorry if i missed anything!

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You're No Fun - H. Rindou x afab Reader

pairing: fwb!rindou haitani x afab reader

summary: it's no fun to mess with you when you finally give in to his idea of fun

warning: written in rindou's pov, nsfw, DARK CONTENT, angst with no comfort, afab reader (no pronuons used) toxic fwb relationship, public sex, dubcon themes, consensual sex, implied sexual assault

word count: 1.4k words

monica's notes: been in my drafts since september, so since i'm in my flop era, i'm fine posting this experimental piece. reblog and comment if you like this ♡

rated 18+ minors and ageless/blank blogs dni

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YOU and Rindou didn't start up your relationship on good terms.

You were scared of the Haitani brothers that terrorized the streets of Roppongi and they, especially Rindou, loved to pick on you whenever you're returning home. They would rob you of everything you had and he'll only let you have your things back if you showed him something interesting.

It got more demanding with time, he would force you to come home with him and tell you to touch yourself while laying face up on his bed as he watched like a depraved man. Or to spread your legs while his fingers toy with your pussy and his lips are latched onto your clit.

Or to shut up and take all his cock inside that hole of yours.

His lips curved into a smile whenever you sputtered excuses to him every time. You weren't that smart to know that you begging him to keep your decency only spurred him on to just rip it away from you and tear it to shreds with his bare hands. Bold of you to assume he cares about what you wanted when his own needs aren't met yet and how naive of you to give such stupid excuses, as if he didn't know what he was doing.

You hadn't done this before? "Well there's a first time for everything."

You hadn't shaved? "Okay and? Why should I care?"

But his brother is here. "To observe."

You're a …. virgin? "Oh baby, I know."

It's like a game of cat and mouse between you and Rindou, always stating the obvious as if you didn't know the motives of him wanting you all alone when you clearly did. At first, he could excuse you being easy to manipulate because of fear; It was fear that fuelled you to kiss him on the lips that first time and it was fear that made you touch yourself for him.

But soon, that fear gave way into something more messed up in that head of yours, that something making you do risky things like come pantiless to his parties, walking up to him and sit on his disc jockey table with your legs open slightly so that he could see how glistening wet you are down there, waiting for him to be done so that he could just find new ways of humiliating you.

Rindou had a lot fun absolutely tainting you.

Your hands dig into the edge of the sink as Rindou pounds into your cunt from behind with deep, rough thrusts that make your tongue hang out, drool pooling from it. He's only this rough whenever you misbehave, and from the obscene sounds of his balls slapping your ass and the squelching noises your pussy makes with each thrust, you have been a very bad girl.

"You fucking… ah… whore." He breathes out, slamming his hips into yours at a faster pace. Your cunt squeezes against his cock at the nickname and your hips attempt to move to the rhythm his thrusts had made. You yelp when his larger hand slaps your asscheek hard, before holding it in place. "No… you don't get to fuck yourself on my cock you whore. Not after that stunt you pulled."

" 'm sorry rin rin- ah, ah oh oh"

His hand hooks one of your legs up and Rindou angles his cock deeper into your cunt. You can feel his cockhead hit your cervix and the pain filled pleasure has your eyes rolling in their sockets, loud moans escaping your plump lips.

"Sorry for yourself." He spits out, stifling a moan that almost escaped his lips. Your pussy felt so good when he was fucking the brattiness out of you; getting wetter with every thrust and cruel words uttered to you. "Sorry for your pathetic whorish self-"

His fingers reach down to your puffy lips, spreading them a bit to play around with your clit. A smile makes its way to his face at the sight of your back arching and your eyes flying wide open at the sensation. His hips continue to slam into yours, greedy eyes watching how your pussy swallowed his dick so easy. The scene feels dirty, your ass looks so good bouncing with every movement, fingers clenching hard on the sink, gripping on it for dear life.

 "I'm gonna cum- gonna cum-"

Your body trembles with every thrust and only Rindou's firm grip keeps you in place as you squirm. The coil in your belly tightens, threatening to snap and Rindou can only try to keep up the same pace as his own orgasm approaches, the amount of self-control he exudes to not cum inside you with how good your pussy flutters around him is immense.

He can't afford accidentally knocking you up after all.

He rubs your clit faster, his cock hitting the right spot that has you seeing white. Your orgasm is intense, washing over your body and making you tremble violently, your pussy fluttering around his moving cock. Rindou holds you in place as you shake, latching his lips onto your neck, trailing messy kisses up and down your nape until you've come down your high.

"Gonna cum soon" Rindou whispers soon after with a shaky voice, pulling out of your cunt immediately and jerking himself off at the sight of your fucked out state in the mirror in front of him. His balls tightening and a feeling of euphoria washes over his tense muscles, spurts of cum following after, shooting onto your ass and running down onto your thighs.

Only heavy breathing can be heard throughout the bathroom. You don't move from your position, leaving post bliss Rindou to enjoy the view of your ass covered in his cum, admiring how beautiful you look just like this as he tucks his cock back into his pants. You watch with eager eyes through the mirror as he reaches over the sink to get his glasses, slipping them on before going ahead to adjust his tousled hair.

Rindou notices your gaze fixated on his face and he raises a brow at you, clearly confused as to why you're staring at him like that. "Aren't you going to get yourself cleaned? Why're you staring?"

Your lips morph into a frown as you take in a sharp breath. It looked like there was something you wanted to say, with the way your face seemed so serious. Rindou stands behind you, now looking at your face through the mirror as you open your mouth to speak.

"I…" you hesitated for a bit, looking down at the sink whilst mustering up courage to tell him how you feel. "I love you Rindou."

There's an awkwardness that comes after that confession. Rindou is quiet, still trying to process the words that just came out of your mouth until it hits him at full force. He thinks that you are just playing with him at first, after all, who the hell confesses they're in love with someone that only ever uses their body for pleasure with cum on their ass?

It's not registering in his brain until his eyes catch the look on your face through the mirror; it's full of longing and genuinity. Hell, he can see the hope glimmering in your hues, expectantly waiting for his reply.

Rindou takes a step back, running his hand through his blond locks as he tries to make sense of the situation. "Are you crazy?" It comes out as a whisper, but you can hear the disgust in his voice as he berates you. "Are you fucking crazy?"

"You're the only person that ever paid attention to me and-"

"-and what?" Rindou cuts you short, already irritated with how pathetic you sound right now. What kind of person likes someone that treats them the way Rindou does? "And what? You think you love me because I fuck you good?" You flinch at how harsh his voice is as he goes off on you. "You think you're special because you're one of the whores I stick my dick into?"

You don't reply to his question, instead you hang your head low and hide the tears in your eyes as he glares at you. Your heart hammers in your chest, regretting your decision to even say anything about how you felt for him. You should have known better than to think you were more than just a booty call for him. 

"I'm sor-"

Rindou doesn't wait for you to say anything else, walking out on you and slamming the door behind himself, leaving you alone. He doesn't bother to check up on you like he usually does when you two hookup or ensure that you had at least gotten out the door safely. Instead he begins to walk out of the club, impatiently pushing past the sea of sweaty bodies on the dance floor to reach the exit, wanting to get away from this place so that he doesn't have to think about what you had just said to him.

There's no way he can condone such madness from you. It's no fun to mess with you anymore when your inhibitions are all gone when with him.

Rindou never sees the group of guys that had been waiting around the bathroom door for him to leave, entering the toilet with you still in there.

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brotherly fashion - haitani brothers x mitsuya's sister reader

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You were an infamous police officer, catching out crimes and solving out mysteries, you were quite the hard worker when it comes to cases. You work under Naoto Tachibana and took place as Mitsuya's sister. You always left with a solved case in mind, taking the absolute time to study and to fish out bad people in Japan. You wanted to spend time with your big brother Mitsuya to a fabric shop on the streets of Roppongi, to get some new fabrics for Mitsuya to wove into his new creations. "Don't you think this fabric looks nice Y/N?" Mitsuya would ask, picking out a bright red fabric that would suit perfectly for a cool uniform. "That'd be nice!" You said in a cheery voice, your big brother is always very caring towards you, as Mitsuya smiled and decided to buy more fabrics. You were a police officer dealing with the life of crime, but underneath those covers lies an innocent Y/N who cares for her big brother. After recieving information about an infamous gang named Bonten, and having to infiltrate the gang to recieve information about the crimes they'll do, you started to gulp.

Learning about Bonten and the life of crime they left behind, really shook your soul. Japan's most infamous gang might do something even worse the next time, so you just had to take it as an opportunity to start the mission. But right after you're done with Mitsuya's fabric shopping haul, in the corner lied two brothers, eyes staring right at you, as you just kept walking with your big brother.

Conducting the investigation, you went with your assigned partner to infiltrate this gang and put an end to it once and for all with secretive information. In fact, Sanzu and Mikey had met you previously, revealing some personal info about gangs. The mysterious brothers you saw wanted to have it with you their way, and nobody will get in it. Sanzu did in fact want you, but Ran and Rindou were possessive, saying that you belonged to them, and that you would become the mother of their future babies.

As the mission goes by, you decide that you and your partner will dress as elegant waitresses serving the gang holding out drinks, and listening to personal details about conversations. Your lilac hair, doll-like face, and pink eyes had the whole gang shaken and falling head over heels for you. As you were to hand out another drink, you quickly made eye contact with the brothers, as they stare straight at you. At the moment, you realize that their lock screen is a photo of.. you? Have they been stalking you? Have they been catching up to your disguise?

Your partner was to serve out drinks too, but Sanzu caught a keen eye on your partner. The investigation was aborted suddenly because of the information they just gathered. As you were about to walk away, in an empty corridor, the two brothers followed you.

"Hey beautiful~" The younger one said, he looked up right at you as you shake. "My name is Rindou, what's your name?~" I'm sure that he's known your name before, right? For a stalker, surely, he already knows your name, in the moment it feels like both the brothers, and you have been caught sneaking. Rindou looked at his older brother who was right beside him, as he approached you as well. "It seems like we already know your name, don't you?~" The older brother said, you shake and hold out your weapon.

"Do you know my name then?!" You said, shaking and trembling, the older brother was Ran Haitani, and the young one was Rindou Haitani, they're both tough nuts and play aggressively to fights. You've gathered some intel on them due to the gang's information and members. "Of course we know your name~" Rindou said, smirking. Rindou slowly approaches you. "You're Mitsuya's sister aren't you? Y/N~" You shiver at your name pouring out of his mouth.

"What do you want from me then?!" You ask, as Ran slowly caresses his hands on the weapon, and slowly puts your weapon down. You shiver and tremble at the sight of the two, making you slowly back up. "Do you think we'll just let you eavesdrop for free?~" Ran smirks, as he whispers in your ear. "You thought wrong Y/N Takashi~" Rindou then laughs, approaching you and slowly grabbing your neck. "You're ours now~" Rindou grips your neck a little tighter. "Do you hear me?~"

"Y-yes!" You responded, Rindou then releases his grip from you, making you cough and stumble. You had no idea how possessive they were for you, they stalked you, made sure Sanzu didn't have you all to himself, and made sure that you'll be theirs, the future Mother for them, a perfect target. Your partner wasn't any luck too though, Sanzu figured out who she was straight away, and thus you were at the corridor, surrounded by two brothers who smirked.

"You will be the mother of our children~" Rindou smirked. "I call dibs on her sweet cherry!~" You slowly back up, getting all defensive as the two brothers slowly walk towards you. You had nowhere to go, and you couldn't do anything whatsoever. You were stuck, stuck with the possessive two, and made to breed.

"No! I call dibs on her cherry!~" Ran growled, as they both fight for you. After the fight, they decided to take you to a private room, one that was decorated with pictures of you all over, and surrounded by pink LED lights. The two brothers undressed you as they undressed too, leaving the three of you bare naked. Rindou, being the sadistic person he is had brought a vibrator and he slowly sticks it up your pussy to stimulate you. "You will beg for our cocks to be inside you hm?~" Rindou laughs as he pushes the vibrator more down your pussy, making you moan and groan as the two laugh at you. "What a mess you are hm?~" Ran said as he takes turns upping the speed of the vibrator, making your moans feel like screams. The wetness of your pussy was maddening for the two, as they also found it hard to not stick their girthy cocks into you. The two both smirk and laugh seeing what a mess you made after playing hard with the vibrator on you.

"You are going to call us your daddies Y/N~" Ran whispers into your ear. You moan and whimper in response, indicating that you want more now. Ran takes call on your pussy now, as he had won the fight leaving Rindou envious. As the two tie you up to the bedframe, Ran slowly shoves his cock deep inside your pussy. "So tight just for me hm?~ You little bitch~" Ran whispered and muttered under his breath as Rindou took to your ass, slowly shoving his cock in and letting out a groan. "Y/N~ I never knew you could be this tight~" Rindou laughs as they both thrust into you, mixed thrusts coming left and right, the handcuffs rattle on the bedframe as you moan harder than ever before.

"Trying to infiltrate our gang hm?~ Guess what, you failed your mission~" Rindou whispers in your ear as he vigorously thrusts inside your tight ass, making him moan and groan, the two grunting on each and every thrust. The two of them moaning in ecstasy. "I'll fuck you good any day, you dirty bitch!~" Ran screams out as he fucks you harder in your pussy, shoving his cock so deep into you. "Call me Daddy!~ Say it!~" Ran yells out in command. You scream out for your daddies, as they both thrust and thrust like there's no tomorrow, they were really needy of you, and it shows by how tough they are at their thrusts, impaling you second by second as they grunt and growl.

Ran suddenly starts to scream as he goes faster on your pussy, making you scream in pleasure as his cock takes you to complete euphoria. Rindou thrusting inside of your ass as well making you moan harder than ever, as Rindou growls on your ass. "Fuck yeah!~ I'm going to make you take all of it!~" Rindou kept thrusting, his cock being buried deep inside your ass, slamming it back and forth like the good bitch you are.

Maybe the investigation was worth it after all? You're screaming, panting, and moaning. "AAAHHHH Y/N!~ YOU FUCKING BITCH!~" Ran is about to cum as you scream out more of his name, clenching your walls on his cock, submerging it with all your might like there's no tomorrow. Ran submerges his cock deep yet again, as he cums inside of your pussy, moaning and groaning as he releases his seed straight into you. "You bitch..~" Ran muttered, Rindou starts laughing as he kept thrusting. "Already Ran?~ Hah!~" Rindou started to push Ran away as it was his turn now for your sweet cherry.

Rindou pushes it in faster and rougher, you scream out being overstimulated by the two. "Ahhh..~ So tight Y/N!~" Rindou laughs yet again as he thrusts even more faster than his brother, making you moan every step of the way. His cock slamming deep into your cum-filled walls by Ran. Traveling your insides and fucking you in just the right spots, Rindou was probably making your pussy feel way better than Ran, while Ran was good at fucking your ass since right after he had just cummed, went straight into poundtown with your ass.

You and the Two both moaned in pleasure, feeling every single inch impaling your insides as you twitch and clench in their cock, Rindou fucking you hard as he uses his hands to choke you a little bit on your neck, whilst Ran grabs your wrists and pins them down by fucking your ass. "FUCK Y/N!~" Rindou kept picking up his pace, lasting longer than Ran especially right after fucking your asshole, as Ran kept screaming out your name and begging you to call him daddy.

The more you scream out daddy, the more fucking you can get from the two, they're needy for you, they want you, as you kept clenching on them and kept being fucked with your eyes rolled to the back of your skull and your tongue sticking out. You realized you had failed your mission, your first mission you failed, but it was totally worth it. The bed rocks aggressively back and forth as the handcuffs slam hard at the bedframe, Rindou reaching his limit and Ran still fucking onto your ass even more, Rindou suddenly went extremely deep inside of you as he moans as they both degrade you. "YOU LIKE THAT?!~ YOU'RE SUCH A DIRTY BITCH!~ TAKING MY COCK JUST LIKE THAT~" Rindou yelled out.

As they both kept thrusting inside of you more and more deeper, Rindou suddenly reaches his climax, as both ballsacks slam deep inside your holes, Rindou suddenly covers your mouth as he cums hard inside your pussy, your muffled moans made his satisfaction way more pleasurable, he kept squirting more white sticky stands inside of you, making him groan and moan more. "You like that hm?~ Yeah~ You like that~ Pretty bitch~" Rindou muttered under his breath.

And now, it was time to suck it clean. You suck Ran's cock while jerking Rindou off, Rindou was pretty dissatisfied by cumming into your hands because he wanted to be inside that tight warm mouth of yours. As you were sucking Ran off, taking all of his shaft as Ran thrusts sloppy into you, you start to moan a lot. "Look at that, nngh~ Mouth full of cock~ My cock~" Ran grunted out, he loved the feeling of bringing you close to him, he loved the feeling of you being his, and him being yours.

Rindou was grumbling at the handjobs he was given, only because he'd wanted to be the one inside your mouth first, but all he had to do was wait before you suddenly can't speak anymore. A couple of grunts as your hands tighten around Rindou's shaft, making him grunt and groan as you circle your thumbs around his tip whilst sucking Ran off. "You're the perfect mother~" Rindou said. "Just look at you rubbing my cock you lowlife~"

By then, Ran had started moaning more and more, and Rindou's toes started curling. You can definitely tell that they're ready to shoot out. Suddenly you back away from Ran's cock, jerking off the two as they both groaned and cummed all over your face, as warm hot sticky cum went all over your face. But Rindou wasn't done yet, oh he had something in mind. By then, Rindou and Ran had switched places, you were now jerking off Ran while sucking off Rindou. As you can admit, Rindou was a good fucker, fucking your throat so good, pushing his cock deep down your throat.

"Let's see you talk with that grh~ mouth of yours you little bitch!~" Rindou muttered. "Look at you, taking my cock like that~" Rindou kept thrusting more and more, his balls slamming against your lips. Rindou kept thrusting faster and faster, you can't even breathe, and he never gave you time to breathe. Your hands clasp more around Ran's cock making Ran groan and degrade you even more as you jerk him off crazily. "Fuck fuck Y/N!~ You're so pathetic~" Ran would whisper, as he started to cum on your face.

But yet you were still sucking on Rindou, as he grabbed the entirety of your head, turned it around to him and basically thrusted into you with both hands clasped around your head, fucking your throat silly as you can barely swallow. "Gah!~ You fucking pathetic bitch~ See Ran?~ Look at me fuck Y/N's throat like this~" Rindou groaned out as he kept fucking you, thrusting all his might with powerful strength in your mouth, feeling all of his taste as he kept going faster and faster. By then the walkie-talkie had started ringing, it was Naoto, wondering what is taking you so long, but it went on deaf ears, you were choking on Rindou, fucked against your will.

As Rindou kept grunting and growling, he suddenly cums all the way down your throat, cumming so hard that hot sticky strands pour out of your mouth since you couldn't swallow it all. "You can't even swallow anymore heh~" Rindou smirked, as Ran looked exhausted from the fuck as he smoked a cigarette. By then, it seemed like you were ruined, all ruined by the two. You were now the mother of the Haitanis.

Meanwhile, Naoto is trying to reach your partner, but she is also becoming fucked by Sanzu, basically becoming Sanzu's toy, something Sanzu would use anytime, and it definitely made the mission fail. Within days, you and your partner were never seen. Every time someone would ask where you went, people wouldn't know. That is only, until you meet the brothers as they only said..

"I bet she had always had enough for two~"

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[7inaa]

“Rin im paying, and that’s final.”

You say reaching into your prada saffino purse that matches your saffino pumps, a gift from Rin. The same man who is sitting across from you, wearing a black pure silk shirt with the buttons open, showcasing his toned chest and inky tattoos. Black slacks that further accentuate his thick thighs and long legs and Valentino loafers, his Arabic cologne filling the top floor of this restaurant with a sweet and musky scent. Not a heavy or intense fragrance, just enough to know people know he’s a man of luxury. He looks at you long and hard before shifting his hips leaning back, rolling his neck and answering.

“No”

He scoffs deep and soft, almost- no offended that you even thought to offer when he knows, when you know he’s always got it covered. Ignoring him you call for the check, card in hand ready to swipe your pink personalised card, a little excited, very confident. But before you see it. a whiff of his cologne caught your nose and in a flash and your card is no longer in your hand. In shock, your eyes flit to his only to see him twirling your card through fingers while resting his elbows on the table, eyes low and somehow glowing micheviously. A small hint of warning swirling in those histeria coloured irises too.

“Don’t be difficult darling, I said I always, always got you, okay?”

Other hand reaching out to squeeze yours lovingly before bringing it to his plump lips to seal the promise.

“If you want to treat me so bad, we should be heading home right?” He gives a handsome crooked smile, showing his sharp canines that will hopefully be in your neck later, you nod and give a small smile back.

“Check please”

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[seraphdreams]

29, 32, the haitani bros.

RAN AND RINDOU HAITANI X FEM!READER.

contains - smut, double pen, dubcon, anal, and slight size kink.

prompts - “you can take another, can’t you? we’re both dying to be inside you.” / “i think you can take one even bigger than this.” “bigger than this?!”

you can’t recall exactly how you ended up in this mess but you knew for sure from the way your boyfriend, rindou, was fucking you that he was still quite pumped up from his most recent job. not that there was an issue, you loved the way rindou’s cock would pump in and out of you, stretching you so wide that you could cum immediately from the stretch alone.

the real issue was the fact that he offered his big brother up for you in the most convincing way possible. “you can take another, can’t you? we’re both dying to be inside you.” the sight of rindou’s lust-filled eyes locked onto yours made you complacent in an instant, there isn’t anything you wouldn’t do for him yet you still weren’t sure. ran? you barely knew him, this would something a bit humiliating to look back on.

“a-are you sure?” you meekly query, looking between both purple-eyed men. “i think you can take one even bigger than this.” rindou says as he props your body up enough for ran to slip under you and line himself up with your other hole, collecting the slick from his leaking tip and your dripping cunt to lubricate the area. “bigger than this?!” it was true, ran was almost significantly bigger than rindou, and when you felt him slowly bottom out inside you with a deep groan, you knew to relish in the moment as best as you could.

the whole night was spent between their arms, rindou in front and your back pressed against ran’s chest as you tried to accommodate their movements in tandem to one another. it made you dizzy how good they felt together, but that’s how the haitanis always were.

better together than alone.

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[fueledbysano]

it has been raining for days on end, which also meant that your boyfriend had been fucking you nonstop. stay dry, they said. but he kept your pussy wet, full, and sore.

“one more, sweetheart, I know you can take more~" you've been at it like rabbits, but he is still insanely horny! with your mind airy and drool falling on your chin, you could only nod in response to his invitation.

“ah— don't stop!” he had just shoved his dick back inside of you, but you're already begging for more and provoking him further.

“Fuck, you have such a tight hold on me, you don’t even know.” he exhaled, rolling his hips, your tits sticking to his chest as the sweat from his abs warmed you, his hips piston faster, needing more.

“nghh~ [ Y / N ]~” he cried into your shoulder, hips desperately chasing for release as he rut so deep into your pussy.

“all mine~” he whimpered, fingers clawing with yours and pushing your body deeper into the mattress.

his thrusts keeps getting deeper and static fills your head. you can't think. he grinds, fucking and speeding up the pace, his finger rubbing your clit in agonizing, sweet circles.

“Ugh,” you pant, kissing him hard as you climaxed for the nth time. your pussy is extremely sensitive, yet throbbing, clenching on emptiness when he pulls out to lay you on your stomach.

"I'm not done with you yet..." the sheet falls from his shoulders, baring you to the cold air brought by the rain outside.

— [ TR ] Hanma, Baji, Shinichiro, Rindou, Kazutora, Kakucho, Mikey, Hakkai, Chifuyu, Wakasa, Sanzu.

— [ JJK ] Gojo, Yuji, Megumi, Yuta, Suguru.

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[nu11lar]

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when you were supposed to be riding him and take control but he prevents you from doing so <33

ugh that's so hot, like imagine him pinning your hands onto your back while he pounds into you mercilessly. your boobs stuffed in his face as one of his hands pull your hair back only for you to let out choked sobs and moans.

the sound of skin clapping against skin intensifying as it mingles with the music playing in the background (and also your loud moans). he just loves to torment you sometimes, not allowing you to stable yourself onto him and not keeping composure on yourself as he fucks you dumb on his cock. his hips stutter and jerk each time you tighten around his throbbing cock, receiving a guttural groan from him. it only turns him more on if you move your hips in sync with his, trying to take the advantage to ride him but his thrusts are too rough for you to even ride him properly <3.

he will keep you in this sort of position for a while until your body fully collapses on top of him.

"h-hnn! i'm supposed to make you cum your brains out!"

"hah- too bad so sad, gonna fuck ya dumb even if you're on top of me."

he just loves to use you as a fleshlight huh?

🪷 ㅡ GOJO SATORU (again), toji fushiguro, GETO SUGURU, rindou haitani, ran haitani, HANMA SHUJI, SANZU HARUCHIYO, bonten! mikey "manjiro sano", ken "draken" ryuuguji (is that how u spell it?), WAKASA IMAUSHI, miguel o' hara, SIMON "GHOST" RILEY, connie springer, EREN YEAGER, levi ackerman, UZUI TENGEN, dazai osamu, CHUUYA NAKAHARA + any of your faves !

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[lelelenaxx]

Afab!reader

Will literally beg on both his knees for you to ride his face

“Baby please… just wanna feel you in top of my face and be smothered in your pussy. Please baby?” How could you say no to that pretty face of his?

So you take of your pants and underwear and straddle his face. His smile drawn wide and he’s excited. You hover over his face, contemplating whether or not you should push your weight down onto him.

But while you’re trying to reassure yourself, arms wrap around your thighs and push you down, his mouth is sucking and pushing his tongue through your folds and circling around you’re clit

One hand grips the headboard and one is in his hair. Tugging harshly as he brings you through a haven of pleasure.

Your mind slowly fogs up, only being able to focus on his tongue and his mouth. Desperately grinding upon his face. Crying out in pleasure as he recklessly digs his tongue into your aching pussy.

When you reach your orgasm he pushes you right down onto his face, while your body is twitching from sensation he is still digging his tongue inside of you. Devouring the delicious taste of your juices.

KAWATA TWINS ISTG, Hakkai, DRAKEN, Rindou, Eren, JEAN, Kenma, NISHINOYA, AKAASHI, bokuto, Suna, MIYA TWINS, Constance, Megumi, GOJO

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[demiesworld]

thinking about men overstimulating themselves

☆ — contents: minors dni, nsfw, smut, overstimulation (both m and f), p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talking, dumbification, just the usual filth

☆ — notes: reader is a female and uses she/her pronouns.

like you have both been going at it for hours already. you're in the bedroom he has your legs spread eagle, and your arms are anchored at your sides from him holding you down. his hips, god his strokes are so deep, and fast when they slap right against your skin. this man is abusing your pussy and is trying to make it go over it's limit. though it's not like he doesn't care he's just so fucked out, so drunk and so determined that he doesn't realize it. you look up at him, seeing his face flushed and jaw slack, his pretty eyes are barely even visible as there's nothing but white; he looks so hot. the upper rows of his teeth biting down on his bottom lip at the same time his hips are brutally snapping forward. the claps of his heavy balls accompanied by low grunts is an erotic vision that has your gummy walls tightening on his dick. then that tight knot that you've been chasing after for a while finally pops and your pussy is squirting all over his lower abdomen. spurts of your sweet juice wets his skin and makes a puddle on the bedsheets. "hmm! mm! fuuuck baby!" he grunts and groans out when you cum all over him. you're panting after you're easing down, and you're expecting for him to stop. he doesn't. instead he rocks his hips against yours slowly and he bites back a moan when your walls squeeze around him. "yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah, fuuuck," he lets go of your hands and cup your sweaty face in his hands. you whimper as you wrap your legs around his waist and let him tenderly grind his dick into your core. you arch your back up from the bed with your toes curling behind his back. your hand flies to the back of his head as you pull him in for a heated kiss. he's whimpering onto your lips, "i'm sorry baby, i can't- ha- i can't- hng- fuc-fucking stop." "it's ok-okay! don't stop, please!" "don't stop? my baby says don't stop?" you're nodding your head and whimper when he slides his cock out of your pussy. he turns you over on your side, then gets in between your thighs, straddling your bottom leg with your top leg laying over on one of his thighs. he holds onto the base of his length and slathers his tip with your wet juices. you toss your head back, a sensual moan pushes past your lips. "put it in daddy- oooh!" he's sliding his dick back into you and angling his hips so he could give you short and quick strokes. you chant his name like a prayer, clutching tightly onto his right shoulder as he pounds into your pussy from above. your back arches from the bed while you release out a squeak. you look into his eyes just as you cum again from him hitting your sweet spot. he slows down and gently grinds his hips into you as you ride out your orgasm this time. his hand gripping onto the flesh of your thigh and stroking the skin. he breathed, "so gooood, hmm, can't get e-fucking-nough!" he lifts your leg up and lets it hang over his shoulder. "fuck, oh shit, shit, what the fuck." he whispers in a ragged tone. his head looks down at where you're connected and the ring of creamy white that's on his shaft, and your puffy clit has him holding his breath. "so hot, oh god baby," he startles you by roughly jackhammering. your bodily mixtures of cum created a wet smacking sound from him thrusting. he tosses his head back and gasps dramatically as he feels his body tensing up and quickens his thrusts if possible. he's blabbering, "fuck, fuck, shit, yes, yes, just l-like t-thAT!" with the final thrust he slams into you hard and leans his weight onto your body. your pussy feels like it's stretched to its limit when he lays above you and shoots his hot seed deep into your womb. he's letting out soft hisses, low grunts, and sweet whimpers as he gingerly fucks his cum into your seeping cunt. "ah, ah, fuck th-that... tha-that felt go-good... how did you feel babe-baby?" "good... but i feel so sore..." "hehe sorry baby."

(jjk) GOJO, CHOSO, geto, (kny) AIZETSU, karaku, haganezuka, DOUMA, akaza (tokyo rev) ran, rindou, KAZUTORA, HANMA, IZANA, baji, SANZU, any of your favs!

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