#itoshi rin.exe

[dearnoire]

raw . nsfw

itoshi rin x reader ,, 0.2k wc .

mdni. consensual / unprotected sex / obsessed!rin / implied breeding kink / creampie / overstimulation / timeskip / characters are adults ,,

itoshi rin hates using condoms. hates the way the rubber feels around him, tight enough to leave a ring at the base of his cock.

either it’s too small for him, or his cock’s just too big for it. he prefers fucking you raw, wants to feel every bit of you, in full detail.

he likes the way your gummy walls squeeze around him, milking his cock as he pounds in and out of you, your cries and moans echoing off the bedroom walls.

he can feel every bit of you, and so can you. every inch, every vein, the stretch of your pussy wrapped tight around him. at this point, he’s already carved himself into you.

his favorite part is when you cum. when your warm walls flutter and clench so tight around him, like your pussy doesn’t know whether it wants to keep him in or push him out from how overwhelming it feels.

and when you gush around him, shaking and soaking wet, it always pushes him over the edge. he cums deep inside you almost instantly. then he pulls out, just to see it drip out of your hole before pushing it all back in with his fingers. he loves seeing you filled to the brim.

just another reason why he fucking hates condoms.

© dearnoire .

[dearnoire]

conceited . nsfw

itoshi rin x reader ,, 0.6k wc .

mdni. slight dubcon / degradation / hate sex / choking / dumbification / rough sex / overstimulation / toxic dynamics / college students ,,

itoshi rin hates how conceited you are.

he hates the way you walk, like the world was built to worship the ground you walked on. chin high, eyes cold, a smirk playing on your lips like everyone else was below you. he hates the sound of your voice, that sickly sweet tone laced with venom, every word dipped in mockery no matter who you were talking to. he hates your laugh. hates the way it cuts through the air, like you’re always laughing at someone. like you’re untouchable. like everyone else looked pathetic in your eyes.

but more than anything, he hates the way you pretend you’re perfect. like your top grades weren’t earned on your knees, like your reputation wasn’t built on manipulation and threats from dirty secrets disguised as charm. he hates how you smile while twisting the knife, all pretty words and hidden malice, looking down on everyone like they’re nothing but ants on the ground.

and he hates you the most when you’re wrapped around his cock — slick and tight and so fucking warm that he forgets how to think. hates how good you feel when you're crying under him, back arching, lips swollen and wet from begging. hates how sweet your moans sound, how addictive your tight little pussy is, how you lose control under him when you’re drooling into the sheets, shaking from how deep he’s inside you.

it’s no wonder you always get what you want.

it was as if you were made to ruin people — and fuck, he’s no exception.

“gonna cry for me, princess?” he mocks, breath hot against your ear. “gonna cum like the pathetic, cockdrunk slut you are?”

you try to answer, but all that leaves your mouth is a choked, broken moan — high-pitched and whimpery, a sound so raw it makes rin shudder. your lips are parted, tongue slipping out, drool stringing down your chin. your arms gave out ten minutes ago, cheek pressed to the mattress, eyes rolled so far back there’s barely any white left.

“shit,” he hissed. “look at you. can’t even talk anymore.”

he sends his hips forward again, and your whole body jerks with it. your toes curl. your thighs twitch uncontrollably.

“fucked dumb already? can’t take much, huh?” his tone is cruel, but there’s a sick satisfaction behind it. like he’s proud of himself. proud of how far gone he’s pushed you. “thought you were better than everyone, too good for anyone else. what happened to you now?”

he leans down, chest flushed against your back, hand slipping under you to rub circles on your clit. you screamed, hips twitching, and he smirked right against your ear.

“yeah. that’s what i thought. nothing but a dumb little whore now.”

“r— rin—” you finally manage to gasp out, but your voice is wrecked, barely audible, trembling like the rest of you. it sounds more like a plea than anything else.

“what?” he coos mockingly, lips brushing your ear. “what is it? too fucked out to say anything?”

your pussy tightens around him again, and he groans, nearly losing rhythm.

“fuck, you like that, don’t you? like getting treated like a brainless cumdump. you’re dripping — look at this mess. soaking my cock like some desperate fucking whore.”

you’re not really hearing him. everything’s blurred as stars dance behind your eyes. you couldn’t think anymore, all you could do is take it.

and rin? rin’s obsessed. obsessed with the way your body trembles. obsessed with how far he can push you.

“not yet,” he says, tightening his grip around your throat. “hold it for me, hm?”

“can’t!” you whined, shaking your head as your walls fluttered, clenching so hard it’s obscene. “p— please, rin! wanna cum, please, please, please—”

“yeah,” he sneers. “that’s it. cum for me, princess.”

and you do. convulsing violently under him, sobbing as your orgasm tears through you, leaving you limp and twitching.

“how fucking pathetic,” he breathes, hips still snapping into you. “i’m not done with you yet.”

a/n: just to clarify, all my fics are set in the future. everyone’s aged up and fully an adult.

© dearnoire .

[dearnoire]

in between . nsfw

itoshi rin x reader ,, 0.2k wc .

mdni. consensual / obsessed!rin / fem!reader / oral (f receiving) / overstimulation / timeskip / characters are adults ,,

itoshi rin could live in between your thighs, and it’s not an exaggeration.

he loves the way your fingers get tangled in his hair, how you tug his head back when he eats you out — your slick dripping from your pretty pussy.

he loves the way you whine, telling him how good it feels until it gets too much — your thighs squeezing around his head, pulling him deeper into your soaked cunt.

he just can’t get enough of it. the way you taste. the way you moan his name. the warmth of being buried between your thighs. he couldn’t care less if he suffocates, as long as he’s drinking every drop of you and hearing your pretty voice telling him how good it feels.

and when he finally pulls away — mouth coated in your slick, some of it dripping down his chin — he wipes it with the back of his hand and licks it clean, like he hasn’t had enough.

but before you can catch your breath, you see him already diving back in, groaning at the way your thighs shake around his head, greedy for more.

© dearnoire .