𝓒𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽
𝓘 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝔂
𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓘'𝓶 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓰𝓸𝓷' 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓷 𝓫𝔂
𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮?
𝓑𝓸𝔂, 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓮, 𝓼𝓸 𝓘'𝓶 𝓸𝓾𝓽
♡︎Pairing. Bonten!Rindou x fem!reader (ft. Terano South)
♡︎Summary. Rindou loves to play games with your heart and you've had enough.
♡︎Word Count. 2.1k
⚠︎︎Content + Warnings. Toxic relationships, Light physical violence, Mentions of blood, Explicit language, Smut/NSFW, Minors DNI.
⚠︎︎A/N. This is for @gabzlovesu 'f*ck love collab'.
Rindou’s hands glide down her back, squeezing her ass before he places a sweet kiss on her lips. Your head tilts to the side, your eyes are filled with longing. If you were to close them, you’d be met with the beautiful pipe dream in which Rindou is holding you like that publicly, laughing as he showers you with kisses. But, you can’t close your eyes or even look away. Your brain won’t allow you. It wants you to burn this image into your mind. So, all you can do is watch from across the room with a grip so tight on your glass you believe it might break.
“He’s not worth it, girl,” your friend whispers in your ear and grabs your wrist before you can make your way to his VIP section.
You want to tell her she is wrong. That to you, Rindou is worth the tears and pain you feel. He is worthy of your anger and most importantly, he is worthy of your love. But, you are defeated and it would sound foolish to defend him now. So, instead, you say “Yeah, you’re right,” which is a lie and you know it.
Rindou is a master of torture, always satisfied by the screams of his enemies. He is the same in love — sadistic and ruthless to the core. He revels in your broken expression. Your glossy eyes and quivering lips are so beautiful under the club’s blue lights. You turn around for one final glance and when your eyes meet his, he laughs. It only adds gasoline to the nearly suppressed flame. You snatch your wrist away from your friend, who is shocked but in no mood to stop you. In fact, she thinks Rindou deserves whatever he has coming. Though she wishes you’d save it for another time, she can’t help but smile as you stomp toward the purple-haired bastard.
“What the fuck is so funny, Rindou?” the words leave your mouth before you’ve fully stepped into Bonten’s private section. Ran immediately shifts in his seat, watching attentively along with Sanzu who is too high to take anything seriously.
He pulls the girl closer and the corner of his lips tugs into a smile. “I really have no idea what you mean.” Rindou likes watching your blood boil. In all honesty, your hot-headed temper turns him on. But, this is about more than making you angry. Rindou is teaching you a lesson. You’ll never be his one and only — no matter what you do, no matter how much you beg.
“People have feelings, Rin,” your eyes burn and your chest is heavy. You are too emotional and this is too embarrassing, but you can’t stop yourself from talking, “I have feelings and you constantly shit on them. You knew I was gonna be here and you thought it would be cute to parade this bitch around in my face.”
“Don’t call me—,”
“Girl, please,” you sigh. “Shut the fuck up.”
“(Y/N), you need to relax,” Rindou’s voice is disrespectfully calm. Such a contrast to yours that you almost seem unhinged. He leans in, “you’re making a fool of both of us in front of important clients,” he’s irritated as if he didn’t cause this. “We’re not even together.”
You raise an eyebrow, “Fuck you.” It’s almost instinctual the way your hand flies toward his face, the cup still held firmly in your grasp. The glass breaks against his cheek, cutting his face which happens to look so handsome tonight. His eyes are the prettiest purple and you can’t help but smile as they turn black with anger.
When the girl held in his arm screams bloody murder, your friend tugs at your arm. “Let’s go, bitch,” the urgency in her voice isn’t lost on you, “Before they get security.”
“Learn to control your bitches, Haitani,” Sanzu slurs then turns to whisper something in Ran’s ear, and they both laugh. You take a deep breath in and by the time you exhale you realize Sanzu isn’t worth it. Offering him a simple ‘fuck you’, you allow your friend to pull you away from Rindou who currently has blood gushing from a cut under his eye.
When the metallic taste settles on his tongue, Rindou is seething. It’s not the first time you’ve laid hands on Rindou, but it is the first time you’ve drawn blood. He removes his arm from the waist of his pawn, but that doesn’t stop her from pressing flimsy napkins against his cheeks. She is also mistaken, thinking that Rindou actually cares about her and doting on him will make her his favorite. But, she will never be. She is irritating and she has served her purpose. He pushes her away and follows you toward the club’s exit despite the advice of his brother and friends.
He can hear you laughing, though if he listened a little closer — paid attention like you’d begged and begged — he would hear the pain you’re masking. Rindou is by your side before you or your friend notice him, a grip on your arm so tight that it cuts off your circulation. “You’re fucking crazy,” he spits.
“Get your hands off of me,” it takes everything in you not to scream from the pain. You can feel your bones shifting under his weight — how he wishes it was your neck.
“I should fucking -,”
“That’s not how I taught you to touch a lady, Haitani,” the voice is so smooth and so familiar that Rindou loosens his grip. You want to drop to your knees in relief, but the strong arm around your waist keeps your knees from collapsing. “You okay?” You nod, but he does not let you go. His fingers settle on your hips as he smiles at Rindou.
“Fuck off, South,” Rindou’s voice remains confident despite the look in his eyes. “This has nothing to do with you.”
Terano South, Rindou’s former commander and one of the strongest men in Japan. The only person whose strength trumps South’s is Mikey, Rindou’s current boss. Rindou wishes Mikey would appear now, but the head of Bonten rarely attends events like this. Rindou is lucky because South is not concerned about him or Bonten. No, the man only cares about you, the pretty girl he’d been watching all night.
Rindou watches as South leans down to whisper in your ear. You nod at whatever he says and follow him away from the club, your best friend trails closely behind. Rindou does not call out or run after you. He lets you walk away, held in another man’s arms. Because even though it hurts, he knows you’re his and you will be back.
The night plays on repeat in your head as you bat your faux lashes and any guilt you feel immediately dissipates from your body. Rindou Haitani has never cared about and as far as you know, he never will.
“Do you need anything?” Japan’s very own Terano South draws you from your thoughts. His fingers trace your arm, falling to the Cartier bracelet he gifted you at the beginning of your date. “You look tense,” the words linger with some underlying meaning and he smiles when you shift in your seat.
South has been toying with you all night. From the moment he greeted you at your door until now, at the restaurant he rented out, South has done nothing but openly express his desire for you. It’s not overwhelming or annoying. He’s just good with words. Almost too good. But after years of indecision and a lack of reassurance, it feels nice.
“You’re still stressing about Rindou.” he moves to join you on your side of the booth. “I can change that. He’s a bitch anyway. He doesn’t deserve you.”
He doesn’t deserve you. The words are bittersweet, but the more you hear them, the less you worry about the man who held your heart in the palm of his hand for so long. Instead, you think of the possibilities of a life with a man who does deserve you. Who will love you and never make you question your worth.
“And you do?”
“Eh. I know I can treat you better,” he shrugs, hands pushing your silk skirt until the material bunches at your waist. “But, I’ll let you decide,” his yellow eyes look like sunshine, blinding you with his gaze. He’s silently asking you for permission and he wastes no time yanking your panties to the side the moment you grant it.
“South.” it’s pathetic — the way you moan when a single finger ghosts over your clit — but he thinks you sound so cute. Once he hears his name fall from your lips, South can no longer keep up his tender facade. You falling apart underneath his fingers, it’s the only thing that will sate his desire.
There’s a merciless rhythm to the way his fingers circle the sensitive nub that makes your back arch as you grip the leather seat. He laughs as your hips buck and you grind against his fingers, “So needy,” he whispers like you’re not the only two people in the restaurant. “Fuck,” his moan matches your own as he finally sinks his fingers into your aching cunt.
The shiver that runs down your spine feels like your phone vibrating against the wooden table. Your eyes shoot open in shock. Fuck, your phone is really vibrating against the table.
South glances over, a devilish smirk once he sees Rindou’s name appear on your screen. “Answer it,” his voice is low as he dips his head down to attach his lips to the soft spot on your neck.
“Fuck, baby. You look so good.” Rindou says once you finally lift the camera. You ignore him and look at yourself in the tiny box in the corner. You want to be sure South isn’t visible from the angle you’re holding the phone. “I’m over that little stunt you pulled at the club the other night. I have this meeting in a few minutes but you’re coming to see me later, right?” Rindou licks his lips.
“No,” your voice cracks as South nibbles on your skin. He is not playing fair. “I’m done, Rindou. You really pissed me off,” it’s a miracle you were able to complete that sentence despite your shaky breathing.
South strums along your core like a skilled harpist, each pluck of your strings creating beautiful notes that you elicit so effortlessly. Then South plays a note that’s familiar to Rindou’s trained ear and just like at the club, you can see darkness wash over his lilac eyes. “Who are you with?”
As if he’s been waiting for this moment, South snatches your phone and smiles into the camera. “Rindou, how’d you manage to let a pretty thing like this slip through your fingers?” you whine in the background as South picks up the pace, curled fingers massaging your g-spot with every move. “God, she’s so wet. I can’t wait to fuck you, baby.”
Rindou laughs. It’s better than hopping in his car and driving to your location, which is what he really wants to do. “I see what this is,” the laughter grows louder as he stops to think carefully about what he wants to say next. “You gon’ turn into a ho trying to get revenge. That’s sad.” Rindou’s voice is calm but the grip on his phone is deadly.
“Aw, you jealous, Rin?” South teases as he passes the phone back to you, uninterested in talking any longer unless it’s to you or your pretty pussy. The tall man settles on the floor, head between your legs. You can feel South moan as he kisses your cunt — wet and sticky just for him.
“Jealous,” Rindou scoffs, though that’s exactly what he is. He’s envious to hear you moaning because of another man. To see you so undone for someone other than him. “No, but I’m disappointed that she betrayed me. Fucking slut.”
Betrayal. If that’s what Rindou wants to call this then you won’t argue. If he wants to call you a fucking slut, you won’t argue. If he is disappointed in you, you do not care. Because to you, this is not revenge, it is freedom. You’re no longer chained and bound by his false promises and emotions. It feels good. No more will his silly games send you into week-long emotional spirals, thinking you’ll never be worthy of romantic love. Never again will the master of sadism use you for his enjoyment.
“Whatever,” South grunts before the flat of his tongue glides along your folds. “Tell him bye, baby,” he says in between short and quick flicks of his tongue. “So you can focus on me.”
You nod your head feverishly, “Bye, Haitani.” you say with a smile. The use of his surname sends a pain through Rindou’s chest, but before he can express himself, you end the call.
