bonten!rindou , you found out your little psychopath boyfriend.. was an actual psychopath. you should've known that insignia tattooed on the front of his neck.
bonten!rindou accidentally leaving his blood-stained gloves in the dumbest compartment of his car. Your first arguement ever– and a huge one at that.
bonten!rindou , who made you so desensitized on the topics of how he beat another guy with some bat– or even shoot people. You'd just looked at him.. your eyes. He knew he was in trouble.
bonten!rindou that still got you to stay with him, you knew you loved him, he knew that too. There'd be no way you'd leave him– even if he was a part of a criminal organization. He stared at you, he pouted a bit.
bonten!rindou , who was late from your upcoming date because he had this huge meeting. It basically escalated another argument like before. You were pissed off.. already sleeping on your backside.
"Baby.. don't sleep yet.." His back against the doorway, he contemplated onto whether to approach you or not. Long strides of his quickened pace on the floor was heard. "Mmm, my darling.." He confided in you in his whiny voice.
You felt his pesky hands, trapped between him. You grumbled.. "Rin..not now.." You buried your head into the silky pillows. He grumbled– and his purple hair slid over your shoulder. "Just hear me out.. okay..?" The desperation in his tone made you ache.
"What is it?.." You whispered back at him, finally letting him rest beside his purple gaze, leaning in to kiss your cheek desperately. "I'm going tomorrow..." "Where–" You interrupted as he shushed you, by the way his eyes fell You could tell it wasn't good news. "A mission tomorrow, It's going to be dangerous.. and I won't be back for a few weeks."
Your eyes widened at the revelation. "But–" Your hands quickly grabbed his head, pulling him closer. "Don't– don't leave me, not when our relationship.." You panicked, babbling on about how he needed to be here– to stay with you.. to stay together. You huffed– tears welled up in your eyes.
He kissed those salty tears away, you huffed as his thumb swiped at your eyes. "Mmm.. cmon beautiful.. it's just two weeks..?" "No..!" You spouted out loud. "No– you can't.. please..."
bonten!rindou chuckled, kissing your stray tears.. it was salty to him– he always thought how cute you were when you cried. But it did tug on his heart the way you just wanted him to stay. Another plead, a wail or even a cry.. he'd just stay, he really would.
bonten!rindou who was rocking his hips inside you, "Cmon, pretty.. put your legs over me.." He huffed when you didn't listen. Tugging at your calf– he hoisted up your leg muscle against his defined chest. He wasn't very muscular but defined through the years. Your leg straightened, accommodating to the stretch with no prep.
"Rin– no more..!" Your cries could probably be heard by the neighbors.. you've had too much sex with rindou. The neighbors already got the full show at that, you couldn't care less 'bout them. He suddenly picked up his thrusts, his hips grinding against yours.
"So good for me.. so shittt–" He could feel your walls clenching around him, he's pesky thumb rimming around your ass hole. Even as much as spreading it wide.. juices of both of you sliding back out. Such a lewd sight. Your face changed into an 'o' as he did that move, you were so familiar with.
"I wish you could look at yourself– you always make such lewd expressions when I do that..!" He murmured close to your ear, those redden ears of yours matching your eyes, he could tell it was too much. You could catch a glimpse of his adam's apple bobbing– that made another moan quiver right out of you.
And just when he finally bursts his load right inside you, he can't help but keep his hips jerking slightly. Hearing another whimper for you, his signature smile catches you off guard. Rindou was a cold man, but you always had a way to tug on his heartstrings. "Promise.. promise you'll come back, dont matter the things you need to do.." It earned a laughter from him.
"Come back? Baby, you know I'll always come back.. even when you hold that ring on your finger?" oh,, Rindou Haitani, that sneaky man, had slipt an engagement ring right around your finger.
How would they react to the news that their girlfriend ended her own life?
A n g s t H e a d c a n o n s !
𝐹𝑡. Manjiro Sano, Izana Kurokawa, Kakucho Hitto, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani and Baji Keisuke
Requested by: My bestie ♡
𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨
At the exact moment he received the notice announcing that his girl was in the hospital after an attempt to take her own life, Manjiro did not hesitate to go to the place at the same time, so when he arrived at the hospital, the first thing he did was try to find out the condition of his beloved, until then, still hoping to find her well again.
As soon as he saw one of the doctors pass him in that freezing hallway, Manjiro immediately questioned how the girl was, "S-she's okay, isn't she? How is she?" Insistently, he questioned, however, the doctor only gave the news that the girl had not survived her to injuries.
At that same time, Manjiro felt as if his world was collapsing, he couldn't even believe it and for a brief moment, he still begged for that fact to be nothing more than a simple mistake, despite that, when part of him accepted what had really happened, the boy felt completely apathetic, as if some kind of emptiness took over him, after that event, Manjiro was never the same or could come back to his normal state, all he felt was guilt.
𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚
"Baby?" He looked for his loved one in every room of that house, until he entered the bedroom and saw water running under the bathroom door, tension spread throughout his body, but he did not lack the courage to open that same door.
When faced with such a scene, Izana hurried to try to save her, even doing anything at that moment, he couldn't believe his own eyes when he saw that it was already too late, even trying to stay in hope.
Although he could still save her life, the boy burst into tears when he realized that there was nothing left that could bring his beloved back.
After that day, Izana was never the same, becoming even more closed in his own world and carrying the guilt he condemned himself for not having arrived sooner to avoid all that tragedy.
𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨
Upon receiving the news that his loved one had just been hospitalized, the boy left everything behind, overcome by worry, he could barely think about what he would do if something bad actually happened.
When he arrived at the place, he immediately went to find out about the girl's condition, but, as soon as he learned the worst news he could receive, Kakucho just refused to accept that she hadn't resisted.
Alone, sitting in an empty corridor of a hospital, still in denial, he remained at the door of the room where his loved one was, when he cruelly realized that he would never see her alive again, he could not control his incessant crying, sitting on that floor, blaming himself for not having saved her from herself, he would definitely never be able to feel joy again, no longer caring about being alive or not, after all, after that day, the boy no longer felt anything.
𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢
Finding his beloved's absence strange when he arrived home, something like an intuition made the heart of the tallest one feel distressed, for this reason, it didn't take him long to go up the stairs and look for her, the moment he opened the bedroom door, he saw her, but not as he wanted and then, the blood spread on the floor announced the tragedy that had occurred. "Shit... Shit!" The boy held the girl on his lap and took her to the hospital, believing that he could still save her.
Pacing insistently from side to side, Ran waited in anguish of worry, however, once he could finally be notified of the condition of his gentle girl, he could not believe that she simply had not resisted.
"She's gone... I couldn't save her, I failed." He repeated to himself sitting in one of the hospital chairs, Ran couldn't shed a tear or simply have any reaction other than blaming himself for not having made her stay, even if he had already accepted that he would never see her again, he still He refused to accept that she had left in such a cruel way, so this fact directly affected him, making him completely empty and with a coldness he had never seen before.
𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢
"C'mon, don't do this to me, wake up, please, wake up..." Holding the girl in his arms, he did his best to try to save her and have time to take her to the hospital, but his hopes were destroyed when it happened realizing that she was leaving before his own eyes, even though he didn't want to and couldn't accept that he would lose her that night, Rindou hugged her, still trying to make her get rid of those medications, despite all his efforts, he instinctively He knew she was gone when he felt his skin turning cold.
"Baby? Baby, please, wake up!" He began to cry compulsively when he saw her leave before his eyes and in her arms she rested, Rindou just begged for her forgiveness for not having saved her and even if the girl could return to forgive him, the sameHe would carry that pain and guilt for the rest of his life and he did so, Rindou was never able to forgive himself.
𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞
"S-she... tell me, tells me how she is, now!" Arriving at the hospital after receiving such shocking news, Baji immediately went to find out about the girl's condition, no matter how much he tried to control himself or just remain calm, he could not deny himself that he expected the worst, and when unfortunately his intuition did not made a mistake, Baji could not accept that he had lost his beloved so unexpectedly.
Sitting on the hospital floor, he just begged for it to be a mistake or a lie. "...She's fine, this...this can't be real, it's a fucking nightmare." He repeated, despite this, when he realized that it had really happened, his heart broke instantly, the pain caused by the loss of the girl being one of the worst things he could feel.
After that fact, Baji started to get into even more trouble to try to dispel all that feeling and the longing that that girl left behind, becoming a danger even to himself, Keisuke never went back to being who he was.
Sup Freaks! Sorry I've been very MIA lately. Had a lot of things to take care of and sadly I just couldn't fit any time into writing for you guys. But I am back and ready to kick ass!
So, we're starting up the TR Dad series and we are starting strong. Baby's first words and the line up for the comback is:
Rindou---Ran---Mikey
So let's rock-n-roll buttholes!
RINDOU
“Come on, honey. Say mama.” You begged your nearly one-year old daughter.
Raiya had begun babbling and baby talking a couple of months ago. She’s made up her own little words for things she wanted or needed, and sometimes you had to have your five-year-old son Rhys to translate for you. Like when she started calling her comfort blanket her shushie. You didn’t have a single clue what she had been crying for all day until Rhys came in and handed her the small purple blanket.
“You wanna say it. I know you do.” You said playfully, making her giggle and clap her hands together repeatedly. “Mmmah mmmmah.” You said slower, making a funny face to try and trick her into mimicking you.
“Y/N?” You heard Rindou call out after you heard the door open and shut.
“In Raiya’s room.” You answered before clapping you hands. “Ma ma. Come on, Rai. I know you can do it. Say ma ma.”
“Hey, Angel.” Rindou hummed as he came into the room, blonde hair pulled half back, kissing the top of your head before joining you on the tiara rug. “Princess,” he cooed down at his daughter who was smiling and clapping.
“Hi Daddy!” Rhys came running into the room, launching himself onto his father’s back.
Rhys’s blonde hair was getting longer and along with his downturned eyes your sweet baby boy was looking more and more like his father every day. He even picked up on his dad’s death glare, which he mimics when he doesn’t want to do what you’ve asked.
“Hey buddy!” Rindou chuckled and reached his arm around to support the boys weight, carefully so he doesn’t fall. “Were you good for momma today?” He raised a brow and the little boy smiled and nodded his head.
“Yup.” He popped his p with a giggle.
“What about school?” Rindou pushed further.
“Green card all day.” Rhys said proudly with his chin held up. “Kouta had to move his card to yellow today.”
“Really? Why?” Rindou mocked a gasp.
You always loved that Rin was good with kids. Hell he was great with you even. So watching him be a dad, being a great father who was involved in his kids lives, well it made you fall deeper in love with him. When he had to work out of town he always called ever free second he got to talk to the kids, and with you. You were worried when you first found out you were pregnant with Rhys. You were only seventeen and rindou had barely turned eighteen when you found out. At the time you were afraid you were so young and he was involved in such harsh work you thought maybe he’d bail. But he hasn’t. Not for a single second once since the day you told him about Rhys. And when he found out about Raiya, and that it was a girl this time, oh you wish you could go back and relive the excitement and joy written all over his face.
“He threw a car at Kenzia’s head.” Rhys sighed. “I told him not to, daddy. Is told him whats you told me. Haitani’s don’t hit girls, unless it’s their butt because they like that.”
“Rindou!” You gasp and smack his chest. “Rhys, honey, you don’t hit gets period.”
The five year old snorted and looked at his dad with a matching smirk and said, “ok momma.”
Oh when this boy gets older you have no clue what you’re going to do.
“Daddy doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” You sigh and toss a half hearted glare at your husband. “Daddy’s been hit one too many times.”
“Da~” you heard your daughter attempt to mimic.
You snapped your attention back down to her in shock. “What was that? You got it, Rai.” You smiled.
She looked up at you and Rindou with her big violet eyes. “Da~ Da~” she babbled again.
“Come on, Princess. Almost there.” Rindou encouraged her, picking her up.
“Da da.” She pushed out with a big smile on her face, giggling and shrieking in her little baby excitement. “Dada! Dada!”
“Yes! That’s right, Princess. Dada is right here!” He cheered and smirked over at you. “Suck it. She said dada first.”
You glare and roll your eyes. “So? Rhys said mama first and he was our first born, so I still get the crown.”
Rindou smirked down at you and leaned in to peck your lips. “Mmm,” he hummed as he pulled away, “you’ve always had the crown baby. My first princess.”
“Ew,” you laughed and pushed him away before getting up. “I’m the queen.”
“My queen.” He added with a sexy knowing look. “Maybe we can make another little Prince or Princess tonight when the kids go to sleep.” He muttered into your hair before picking up both kids and running out the room to play with them.
Good God, what have you done to deserve this amazing man?
RAN
“You’re hovering, Love.” Ran sighed as he walked in to the living room to see you and your son on the couch.
For hours now you have been trying to get your son Kouta to say something. Anything. You were getting impatient and you wanted to hear him say something. You could have sworn he said ball this morning but Ran said it sounded more like a burp. So, here you were laid on the couch, son on your lap giggling because his momma was making funny sounds and faces.
“He’ll say something when he’s ready to. No need to rush the process.” He added before leaning over the back of the couch and booped your son on the nose with one of his long fingers. “Ain’t that right, kiddo? Tell momma it’s ok. You’ll talk when you’re ready.”
You glared before flatly saying, “Rhys said his first word yesterday.”
Ran snapped his eyes to you and said, “really? Rin didn’t tell me.”
You shrugged and went back to playing with your son. “Katie called me yesterday and told me.”
“What was it?” He asked you, brows raised.
You shrugged again as you made a funny face to make your son laugh. “She didn’t say. We were on the phone and I guess he said it just then because she rushed me off the phone.”
“So she didn’t tell you, you just happened to be on the phone with her when he said it.” He deadpanned.
“She still would have called me.” You defeneded.
“Mmmm sure.” Ran continued to tease. “You’re not special.”
“Am too!” You snapped back, obviously letting him under your skin.
“Are not.” He amusingly continued. He always did love to see you all flustered and your feathers are ruffled up. It was satisfying to know that even after all these years and now a kid, he still could rile you up like this.
“Are so! Now take it back, Ran!” You pout, feelings slightly hurt.
You were a princess dammit. He better start remembering that.
“Mmmm no.” He sighed.
You looked to your son and faked cried. “Dada is so mean, bubba.”
Your one year old son looked at you and pouted. He looked to his dad and slapped his chubby little hand down on his dad’s head before curling up in your chest.
“Mama.”
Did he just-
“Aw, baby.” You cooed as he rubbed his little head further into your chest.
“Mama.” He repeated and you were just about ready to pass out.
“Someone’s protective over their momma.” You cooed and squeezed the baby close to you. “Mommy’s big protector.”
“Hey now, you don’t have to protect her from me.” Ran pouted and joined you on the couch. “I love momma too.” He whined.
Kouta looked at his dad and then looked at you.
“I know. He’s so whiney.” You said to your son, teasing your husband.
“Y/N.” He whined again.
You roll your eyes and look at your son. “What do you say? Should we share cuddles with dada?”
“Mama!” Kouta cheered and snuggled further into your chest.
“Sorry, Ran. You heard the kid. Momma only. No dad.” You taunted and mocked a shrug.
“Yeah right.” He scoffed before scooping you both up into his arms and curling up with you two. He looked at his son who was giggling. “You can share momma. I had her first anyways.”
MIKEY
Kaito, your five year old son, was helping you today and keeping his ten month old sister Miyo distracted for you. You needed the help today honestly. Miyo had woke up at six this morning and she hasn't ran out of energy yet. And with Mikey off handling 'business' today you had absolutely no help.
So, while you worked on making lunch to take up to your husband, Kaito decided he would step up and keep Miyo distracted. He was currently playing peek-a-boo with her on the living room floor. You could hear the gurgling giggles in the kitchen and every once in a while a childish 'boo!'.
"Kaito, honey, please go get your shoes and grab your sister's too." You called from the kitchen as you started to wrap up the bento box up in the black fabric.
"Yes ma'am." He called back and you could hear his little feet thudding off to his room.
"Hi Princess!" You cheered in a fake excitement for your daughter. She turned her little head towards you, her blonde hair cascading down from two pigtails. She clapped her hands with a big smile on her chunky little face. "Wanna go see daddy?" You asked and she squealed. "I'll take that as a yes."
"Here you go, Momma." Kaito said as he handed you Miyo's pink sparkly shoes Mikey just had to get her.
You son sat next to you and slipped on his spiderman light-up shoes before standing up to help you get things together. He honestly was mommy's little helper. You're going to cry when he grows out of this.
"I got Miyo's stroller ready, Momma. Daddy's lunch is in the bottom." He stated before he went to grab your purse off the kitchen table.
"Ok, buddy. Thank you." You smiled as him after you finally wrestled your daughter's shoes on. "Come on, Princess. Let's go see daddy." You sighed and stood up to strap her into the stroller. "Kaito, when we get outside you jump on the back ok? We gotta get there quickly today."
"Yes ma'am." He called from the front door that he was already unlocking.
You finally got both out the door and closed the house up. The walk to Bonten wasn't far from your house. Mikey liked to stay close in case he needed to get to the office for an emergency and also he said hiding in plain sight was always the best option. What cop would believe a known mobster was living a block away from his office? You didn't necessarily agree with that, but if Mikey went in he'd be coming right back out anyways so you didn't care. Half the damn city was in Bonten's pockets.
Thank you Kokonoi.
"Momma, can I push the livater button?" Kaito asked, still not quite getting the hang of the word elevator.
You smile down at him and rub his pale blonde hair. "Sure. You remember daddy's floor number?"
"P for pimp house!" He cheered.
"Pent house. Pent." You quickly corrected.
Sanzu probably taught him that.
You're going to rip his pink hair out.
"Penthouse." Your son repeated, feeling out how the word formed in his mouth.
You sighed as pushed the stroller up to the elevator doors. "Ok, Kaito, push the button pointing up."
"Ok!" He cheered and jumped off the back of his sister's stroller. "Up!" He chanted as he did his little happy dance waiting for the elevator to come down. "Up! We goin up! Right, Miyo?" You adored how your son always thought to include his sister. It made you a proud momma.
Miyo squealed again which made both you and Kaito laugh.
The elevator dinged and before the doors could fully open up, Kaito was already jamming his small body into the metal box. You tried to reach out to grab him in case anyone was in there he didn't need to see, but lucky you it was only Kokonoi.
"Uncle Koko!" Kaito cheered before launching him at the Chanel dressed man.
He looked up from his phone and saw you before looking down to the mini version of his boss. "Kaito. Y/N." He nodded to you before bending down to talk to your son as you joined them on the elevator. "How's the prince today?" Koko asked kindly before ruffling your son's hair.
"I'm good. I helped momma today." Your son bragged before giving the filthy rich man a big smile.
"Did you now? How'd you do that?" He played along.
It was always so funny to you how well Kokonoi did with kids. Normally boujie rich people don't like kids. They think there gross or loud or sticky or hazardous or in most cases all that wrapped up in a three foot body. But oddly not Koko. He loved Kaito and Miyo both. You remember all the too nice Chanel baby clothes he tends to get for both of them. The damned wind suit your son had on is an overly expensive Nike set Koko gifted to him as 'clothes you can get dirty'.
"Lots of stuff! But I mostly play with Miyo for Momma, so she can get things done." Kaito smiled even wider as Koko laughed and told him how good of a job he was doing.
"You coming to see Mikey today?" Koko asked you.
You nodded and said, "He forgot to grab lunch, and I refuse to let you guys suffer. I know how mean he can be to you guys if he doesn't eat." You chuckled sympathetically.
Koko nodded knowingly. "I was just on my way to the convenient store to get him something. He's been testy today."
The elevator dinged and opened up to the bonten pent house. Your son dashed out quicker than either you or Koko could react and before you knew it your five year old was out of sight.
"Kaito, wait!" You called.
You really needed to explain to him why he couldn't just run around in daddy's office. Or come up with a kid friendly reason. Telling your five year old that his father is a mobster who's killed people and beaten other's in this very office until they were unrecognizable.
"Daddy!" You heard your son cheer.
"Kaito?" The panic and confusion in your husband's voice was clear. "Where's your mother?"
"I'm right here." You sighed as you rounded the corner to see Mikey on the couch along with the Haitani brother's who were passing a joint back and forth and Sanzu who was cleaning his gun. "Kaito, I have told you, you cannot run away from mommy." You sighed as you gripped your son's shoulder.
"Uncle Sanzu what's that?" Kaito ignored you and asked the pink hitman about his gun.
"Huh? This? A nine-"
"It's nothing you need to know." You cut him off and glared at the man.
"Put it away." Mikey growled lowly and the hitman nodded and quickly took the 9-milimeter to his office.
Before you could turn on the Haitani's you heard the sliding of the balcony doors and saw the two finishing their roll on the balcony. At least the two of them had some type of manors. Who the hell starts breaking down what a gun is to a five year old? It's not like he doesn't have kids of his own. He has a son just a couple years younger than Kaito at home.
"Hi, Princess!" Mikey cheered as he picked his daughter up our of her stroller. "How's daddy's favorite girl?" He cooed as she squealed and giggled.
"Excuse me?" You snapped and raised a brow.
Mikey stiffened and then looked at you with a wink before kissing your brow. "Besides you my love."
"Mmmhm. Sure." You mocked rolling your eyes. "Well, your favorite girl has kept momma up since six this morning. Just playing and playing." You smiled at your daughter and cooed.
"Has she? You gotta let momma get her sleep, Princess. She's mean to daddy if you don't." Mikey teased and you shot him a quick glare.
You both started playing with her when Kaito started playing with his miniature soccer set Mikey kept at the office for him. Said he always wanted to make sure his kids could come visit him and have something fun to do.
Miyo noticed her brother and started babbling for him.
"You see bubba?" You asked as Mikey bounced her.
She looked at you then back at Kaito and suddenly screeched out, "Bu-ba!"
You and Mikey both froze and then looked at each other.
"Did she just-"
"Uh huh." You nodded.
"Bu-Ba! Bu-Ba!" She called out again and again, getting better every time.
Mikey finally put her down and she crawled off quickly to her brother, calling him as she did so. You looked over to Mikey and saw the pout on his face.
"Manjiro," You warned, "let your son have this."
"But I wanted to be her first word. I'm dada!" He pouted aloud to you.
You rolled your eyes and pecked him on the lips. "You're always going to be her daddy and she's always going to be your princess. Her first word doesn't change that. And you should be happy your daughter loved her brother. Maybe they'll be close and we'll be some of those lucky parents with kids who get along."
"Doubt it." Mikey scoffed. "Emma and I use to fight from sun up to sun down. Enjoy this while you can."
Rindou x reader
W.Count: 1058
Genre: Angst to Fluff, reader has family problems, incredibly self-indulgent
Rindou didn't know what to expect when you called him. Truth be told you had disappeared on him and he was growing a bit worried. So when he answered the phone and heard you sniffing, he abandoned everything to run to your side as fast as he could.
The moment you saw his car make the turn and enter your street, you ran towards it. You knew that disappearing wasn't healthy, but so far it was a coping mechanism that had been working for you. Sadly the amount of times that Rindou had reassured you that it was ok to talk to him when you needed someone, assuring you that you were not a burden, seem to had fallen on deaf ears once more. But he couldn't be angry with you. You may had been putting on a strong front most of the time, seeming almost unapproachable, but he knew that deep down there was a gentle soul, that longed to be cared for. And he vowed to himself to be there for you. So seeing the tears that were running down your face pained him dearly.
The moment you sat yourself into the passenger seat, Rindou pulled you in a hug. A hug you realized you needed more than anything at that moment.
"I am here for you, darling. I am here" he comforted, while running his hands up and down your back to sooth your nerves. "Let it out sweetheart" he said as he kissed your temple, encouraging and letting you process the emotions you were feeling. It took a while, but once you seemed to have finally relaxed a bit, you retracted from him with a shy yet grateful smile, which Rindou made sure to reciprocate. He momentarily broke the eye contact to retrieve a blanket, he had brought with him, from the back seat, throwing it around you, trying to make you feel as comfortable as one could in such a cramped space.
"Want to talk about it?...I am not going to force you, but I am here for you, you know that" he spoke calmly, without a hint of judgment in his voice or tone.
"I...Thank you, Rin... I, I guess I have been feeling overwhelmed? My family has been pressuring me in every area of my life and it is getting a bit much. I feel like I am suffocating" you confessed feeling a new set of tears. Rindou knew of how your family was; and he hated it. He hated how they always kept asking for more and more, draining your energy and motivation. You had to be perfect at school, perfect at social interactions, perfect, perfect, perfect. Nothing was good enough for them.
"And the control...the micromanaging...sometimes it feels like I am not even an actual human being, that I am just a robot made to cater to their needs" you chuckled bitterly.
Rindou didn't know what to say...he knew that whatever he could or would say could only be words of encouragement. And such words mattered of course they did. He just wished he could do something to actually help you, other than just listening to you.
"Wanna go for a drive, pretty? And get some comfort food? Or go to the beach?" he inquired. A night away might be of help, he thought. And you smiled, like you always did. "You are an angel, you know that Rinnie? A knight in shinning armor"
"Only for you, milady" he said and sealed it off with a wink, starting the car.
You soon found yourselves in the drive through of your favourite fast food places with Rindou rolling down the window to order for the both of you.
"...and a kid's meal, please...Yes, thank you" and that cracked you up. A kid's meal? At your age? Rindou looked at you defensively
"You know you want it! I even told the cashier to put the toy in there" and you laughed. He was honestly so precious.
"I love you so much Rinnie. I appreciate having you in my life so so much" you said solemnly while playing with his hair a bit. Rindou was your safe space amidst a sea of chaos and uncertainty, he was your solid land.
Once the goods were retrieved, Rindou drove the two of you up the hill and parked at a spot that overlooked the city. The stars above you shining, reminding you of how fleeting life's problems can be.
The two of you sat quietly for a few minutes, taking in the view and basking in each other's presence. It felt serene, calm...rejuvenating.
You were the first one to make a move to grab the food, and you truly felt grateful
"Thank you Rinnie. I know i probably said it many times already, but thank you"
"You're welcome, baby. I'll always be there for you, no matter what. Don't let the problems of others affect your life or define your worth. You're priceless to me...now c'mon...open that meal, i wanna see what toy they gave us" you snickered at that. Of course he did. So you complied making quick work of the box and pulling out a small plush toy.
"It's Cinammoroll!!!"
"Bleh...too soft" he teased and you both burst out laughing.
"What, I thought you liked soft things?" you said with a fake hurt voice. Rindou hummed and reached for your cheek.
"Well, I do like SOME soft things" he said and pinched your cheek hard. You made a sound of genuine hurt and before you could say anything, he moved his head to kiss the spot he pinched.
"Are you feeling better sweet angel?” he asked once he had retreated back to his seat.
“Mmm, yeah...Thanks to you” you smiled at him as you reached towards the rear-view mirror hanging the Cinammoroll plush there. “A small present” you joked a bit. You knew how Rindou would react.
“There’s no way that stays there!” and reached to remove it, but you slapped his hand away.
“Noooooo, it’s cute!!!!” you laughed
“But-”
“No buts!” you laughed not having any of his arguments.
In the end, it was moments like these that life felt good and worth living. The night breeze gently rustling through the car, you and Rindou sharing food with each other, knowing that you had found solid land in each other.
“there’s just inches in between us, i want you to give in. there is tension in between us, i just wanna give in.”
cw: college au, mutual pining, slight angst (?), sexual tension, nsfw (minors dni), slight smut, dumb rindou, ran & sanzu cameo!! only proofread like once
The sound of squeaking wheels filled your ears as you pushed the library book cart down the aisle, along with the occasional sound of turning of pages, the soft click clack of keyboards, and the quiet murmurs of students in a study session. It was half-past four in the afternoon which meant only 30 more minutes until your shift ended, but that didn’t really matter at the moment as your manager said you could go home early if all the returned books were taken back to their designated shelves.
You looked down at the black book cart, which now housed only one book that belonged to the music collection of the library; ‘Principles of Audio Production’ it read, in bold white letters. A small smile unknowingly formed on your lips as you made your way to the other end of the library, passing students either seated at study desks, and doing their own thing or students just simply looking for a book.
As you get to the music department, you immediately know which aisle the book belongs to, after all, you knew this department like the back of your hand. After it was neatly placed in its designated shelf and the book cart stored away in the storage room at the back, you headed for the small office on the ground floor to grab your belongings, and end your shift for the week.
You were only working part-time at your university library to at least ease the bills your parents had to pay, so you only came in during Wednesdays and Fridays as those were the days your schedule wasn't packed.
You bid goodbye to one of your co-workers who was manning the front desk, a beige knapsack secured against your back as you made your way out of the building. Walking past the glass sliding doors, you were met with a sudden cold gust of wind, your hair flying everywhere but away from your face. Mentally cursing the wind, you tried to tame your hair to see what’s ahead of you but it’s as if mother nature was playing tricks on you and decided that one more harsh blow of the wind was needed.
With the wind finally calming down after its small ‘tantrum’, you were finally able to see your surroundings, unobstructed and clearly. You caught a familiar figure on your left, leaning against the building with both hands tucked securely in the pants of his pockets, amethyst eyes already on you.
Rindou.
He was sporting a black hoodie and blue dark washed denim pants, his purple hair also swaying with the wind, effortless yet breathtaking. Rindou pushed himself off the wall and took a few steps before he was facing you, right arm extended out with his black sleeves slightly pushed back to reveal a singular black hair tie circling his wrist, “Here.” Rindou nudged his arm closer to you, indicating to take the hair tie.
You briefly met his eyes to give him a small smile and mutter a “Thanks.” before removing the hair tie off his wrist, making contact with the dark ink that decorated his outer arm.
You never really saw his full tattoo apart from the one on his right arm when he would occasionally wear short-sleeved shirts on warmer weathers, but you did know that it continued to the right side of his chest and down to his right ankle. It was only because you hung out with him once after his gym session where he was sporting shorts and a black muscle tee that exposed maybe a little too much for your sanity, you weren’t complaining though.
“Don’t mention it. You looked like you were fighting for your life back there.” Rindou chuckled as he stuffed his right hand back into his pocket, watching you tie your hair in a ponytail. It's not the first time he’s given you a hair tie on an extremely windy day, but there’s just something different nowadays. Something you felt deep in your chest that you can’t quite pinpoint or clearly describe what exactly it is.
No, you can describe what it is, but you refused to acknowledge it because of this lingering question in your mind.
You playfully rolled your eyes at him and began walking, “No shit. I hate windy days so much.” you grumbled while shaking your head at the afternoon weather; gray clouds loomed over the city, accompanied by the harsh autumn winds.
It was routine for Rindou to wait for you until your shift finished, sometimes he would be hanging out in the music department of the library, absorbing various contents related to his studies while he waited. Other days he would be waiting outside the building like he did today, always unpredictable but that’s what you loved about him.
You never forced Rindou to wait for you after your shifts, he just turned up one day and decided that he was going to continue doing it just because.
Rindou didn’t hesitate to match your pace as you two walked back toward the dormitories, “How was work? Busy?” he angled his face towards you, a small shiver running down his spine as another gust of wind blew. Maybe he should’ve worn something warmer than just a black hoodie.
You shook your head, staring ahead of you, “Nah, it wasn’t too busy in the library since it is a Friday. I think students would rather enjoy the start of the weekend than spend their afternoon holed up in the library.” Rindou didn’t really focus on your reply to his question, instead, he focused on the way your brows slightly furrowed because of the cold, the way your hair danced as the wind carried it, the way your eyes held light in them despite the gloomy weather, the way your lips moved with every word—
“Rindou?” He was brought back from his trance after you called out his name several times, “W-what?” his gaze immediately shifted from your lips to your eyes. You slightly shook your head to make a face, “I said, how come you have so many spare hair ties? Do you buy them just for me?” you teased him, wriggling your brows in a suggestive manner.
Rindou looked away too fast for his liking but replied with, “Shut up, I only bring some because I use them too. They’re not specifically for you.” He was met with laughter which made him return his gaze back to you, you were still looking at him but this time a teasing smile now dawned upon your face, brows furrowed but not because of the wind but because of confusion.
“You tie your mullet? I literally have never seen you do that.” Rindou scoffed and rolled his eyes, he ignored your question by changing the topic, “Oh that’s right, Ran wanted to meet up with you later for that assignment you guys were working on?”
Now it was your turn to scoff, you had totally forgotten about the assignment due at midnight. Now here you are, sulking about having to cancel tonight’s plan of binge watching movies because of a stupid assignment. The assignment wasn’t really that important as it was from one of your general education courses, but it would be nice to see good grades on your transcript. Plus, Ran was a slight perfectionist underneath his playful personality.
Although Ran was a year older than you and was doing a completely different degree, you two became friends because of the shared general education course you both took, a course not offered by both your respective faculties.
Ran was a business major and in his last year of studies but that didn’t stop you two from creating an unforgettable friendship. “Fuck, I totally forgot about that! Is he back at the dorms? I might just go to him now so we can finalize the assignment.” Rindou nodded, and you both headed for their shared dorm.
—
“I honestly don’t even know why I took this shit! Rindou, you said this was going to be easy.” Ran loudly complained, his brows furrowed and lips downturned as he ran his fingers through his short purple hair. You and Ran were sitting across one another at their dining table, laptops in front of you with a shared google doc pulled up.
The general education course you and Ran had taken was an Arts paper which taught the history of music, so now you and Ran were stuck writing about music. You honestly didn’t even know why you chose this course in the first place. Rindou chuckled as he brought over two cups of coffee from the kitchen, setting one beside your laptop and taking a sip out of the other. “Where’s mine?” Ran questioned, his frown deepening as he anticipated his hot drink, his eyes following his younger brother as he took a seat beside you.
“You have hands, make your own.” Rindou mumbled, eyes were glued to your laptop screen, he scooted his chair closer so he could get a better look at what you and Ran were working on.
As Rindou leaned closer, his cologne engulfed your nostrils, the scent you’ve grown to love over the past few months; it was sweet but mixed with an earthy aroma. It took all your willpower not to slightly lean away from the man, you weren’t uncomfortable with the closeness but he does unexplainable things to you every single time he comes close. You nervously bit your lip as you could now feel the heat his body radiated.
Ran narrowed his eyes at Rindou–who was still getting closer to you–and shifted his eyes to you, frozen on the wooden seat and eyes abnormally glued to the laptop, he mentally laughed at the scene unfolding in front of him before speaking up again.
“Okay, last time I checked, it was our study session. You’re not even a part of this.” He rested his chin on the palm of his right hand while his left hand scrolled up and down the shared document. Rindou replied, still not looking at his brother “And last time I checked, you needed my help. Plus, this is basically related to what I’m studying so I’m staying here.”
Rindou majored in Music Business which was the study of songwriting, entrepreneurial practices, and revenue flow. He was in second year just like you and you only knew him because of his older brother, and have met him countless of times during your study sessions back at their dorm.
Unlike with Ran, It took quite a while to build a friendship with Rindou as he was more introverted and closed off, but it was worth it since he’s been nothing but a wonderful friend to you. Sometimes you question if he sees you more than one due to the countless times he’s acted towards you.
A smirk made its way across Ran’s face, Rindou could see it from his peripheral vision, a smile too wide for the younger’s liking but he decided to ignore it, “Are you sure it’s not because of…” Ran trailed off as Rindou finally looked up at his older brother with a glare, their eyes briefly meeting before Ran shifted his gaze over to you–who was still looking at the shared document–and back to Rindou, lifting a brow. Little shit, Rindou thought.
If looks could kill, Ran would be dead right now. Rindou was practically sending daggers across the table and toward his older brother, although this only entertained Ran even more as he bursted out laughing while throwing his head back. His behaviour snapped you out of your thoughts, your confused gaze shifting between the two siblings, the one beside you was scowling while the other across from you was still laughing. Typical Haitani siblings behaviour.
—
After a chaotic but productive study session, you were supposed to be on your way back to your own dorm but instead, you were walking to the convenience store under a small shared umbrella with Rindou while the rain poured non-stop.
It was quarter to seven in the evening and you were craving for something sweet, the sky was much darker than it was before and the gusts of wind now colder than the afternoon ones. “I could’ve managed on my own..” you mumbled against the brown scarf wrapped around your neck that Rindou had pulled from his closet, it smelled like him, so everytime you inhaled, his scent engulfed your nostrils.
“There’s no way in hell I would leave you alone, especially with the weather this bad. ‘Sides, it’s already dark out— goodness, come here! You’re getting your clothes wet.” Rindou wraps his left arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him, your right arm flushed against his side.
You thought that once he was done pulling you closer to him, he’d remove his arm from your waist but he didn’t. He firmly kept his arm around you for the whole trip to the convenience store, like it was meant to be there and you swear you could feel his burning touch through your thick clothes, it was so warm, he was so warm; such a nice contrast from the cold autumn night.
It was always like this with Rindou ever since you met him. He would always behave in such a way that would make you question your status with him, was this really you two being just friends? There were days where he wouldn’t test the boundary of your friendship, but there were also some days that he would, and boy did he test it to the max.
Those days were the days where he would be needier than usual and ask for things that friends definitely didn't do.
“I’m so tired, ‘s okay if I rest on you for a bit?” He asked you one time but he didn’t wait for your answer and also didn’t hesitate to lean his head against your left shoulder.
You two were both at the library at that time, you were watching the lecture you missed out on while he… was just chilling. You two stayed that way until you literally had to tell Rindou that your shoulder was becoming tired, and he needed to wake up; it led to him apologizing and massaging the shoulder he leaned on, it felt nice. Really nice, too nice. Nice enough that you just had to let out a breathy sigh because of how good it felt, “Fuck, that actually feels so good.” you slightly tilted your head to the right to give him more access.
Rindou swallowed at your behaviour and uncomfortably shifted in his seat, Fuck, he thought, something deep inside stirring like a storm waiting to rage. “Yeah?” was all he could muster, he couldn’t think properly, not when you looked so pretty and responsive to his touches.
Another time was when he asked you if he could hold your hand because he felt down–whatever that meant–and you did let him, for some odd reason. Sometimes there would also be his stares that lingered around your face for too long, specifically your lips; he wouldn’t even try to hide it at some point, a weird glint in his eyes as he stared at your soft lips.
You would ask him ‘what?’ and he would just shrug and say ‘so pretty’. Sometimes there would just be comfortable silence between the two of you while you both sat inside his car, just basking in silence when he would ask if you wanted to come with him during his night drives.
And ever since those days, the boundary between friendship and lovers was becoming more and more blurry and you didn’t know what to do. You didn’t know what to do with the question that has been lingering in your mind ever since the day he tested the boundaries.
The warmth that his body radiated comforted you so much, it made you forget about everything else. The people around you, the cars driving past, the loud pattering of the rain against the umbrella, and the coldness of the night. God, you wanted to be this close to him for the rest of your life. Or maybe even closer–
Wait what? What the fuck am I thinking? You thought to yourself.
You shook your head slightly as if it would dissipate the storm of thoughts clouding your mind, Rindou noticed your movement and looked down at you, “You okay?” a glint of concern dawning upon his pretty amethyst eyes, oh to get lost in them forever. “Hm? Yeah… just a bit cold ‘s all.” you replied, which made Rindou tighten his grip around you. “We're almost there.”
Rindou shook off the excess water from the umbrella and shoved it inside a small metal basket provided by the convenience store while you both entered. “I’m going to have a look around too, maybe ask Ran if he wants anything.” you nodded at him before going your separate ways inside the store.
After grabbing several sweets–that you’re probably going to devour all by tonight–you decided it was also a good idea to stock up on some food and necessities for your dorm. Rindou appeared out of nowhere and took your basket, placing a few things he got for him and his older brother, “You almost done?”
You nodded before placing a box of hair dye inside the plastic basket that Rindou now held in his hand. He squinted at the packaging which read ‘pink’, were you about to dye your hair pink? He didn’t question your intentions but it did make him a tad bit curious.
“I’ll pay for this.” and with that, he wordlessly turned around and started walking to the counter before you could protest. “Rindou, I know you’re as broke as I am. Let me just pay for my things!” you walked faster to catch up to him, but the clerk already began to scan and bag the items.
“We’ll split the payment!” you told the clerk, and stood beside Rindou, a hand encasing around his wrist in case he tried to pay for all the things himself. Your touch made Rindou flustered more than it should have, it was nothing but a simple touch, so why was he acting like a teenage boy? God, he’s so fucking embarrassing.
After finally getting around to splitting the bill, you and Rindou thanked the clerk as he handed you two bags and headed for the exit, not forgetting to take the wet umbrella from the basket at the entrance. “Holy shit, it’s gotten worse.” Rindou looked up at the pitch black sky, one hand holding the bags and the other holding the opened umbrella.
The rain was now pouring harder which made it hard to clearly see the surroundings, it also didn’t help that it was now darker out. “I told you I could manage on my own. Your dorm is farther from here than mine.” you sighed as you inched closer to him, yearning for the warmth of his body.
Before he could respond, you opened your mouth again, “You know what? I can’t let you go back with the weather like this. You can stop by my place first and wait it out, it’s only… quarter-past seven. I live alone, so it's okay.” you shoved your phone back into the pocket of your jacket after checking the time. Rindou absent-mindedly nodded, “Mhm, yeah, you’re right— wait what?” he quickly turned his head to you but you were already pulling him toward the direction of your dormitories.
Holy fuck. Rindou thought to himself.
He’s never been inside your dorm. Yeah, he’s been in the building a couple of times to drop you off or pick you up but he has never been physically inside your room, it was always you coming over to the shared dorm with his older brother or just simply hanging out somewhere around the campus for study sessions and whatnots. Rindou would be lying to himself if he said his mind wasn’t playing hundreds of scenarios of what would happen once you two get inside your dorm, he wants to curse himself for thinking that way but he just can’t help it, not when you literally drive him crazy.
Rindou didn’t notice that the both of you had already arrived in the building and was now standing in front of your door, you swiped your ID card on the reader and it made a little noise before you opened the door. He took in your room, it wasn’t decorated as much and looked like your typical university dorm but it was cozy, it was definitely smaller than his and Ran’s but it made sense as this was only built to accommodate one person.
“Did you… want anything? Water? Something to eat?” you asked Rindou as you made your way to your kitchen to set the bags down on the counter after taking your shoes and scarf off, before he could respond, a knock caught both of your attention. Were you having someone else over tonight? Rindou thought. A slight pang of jealousy made its way to his chest.
You walked past him and opened the door, Rindou took a few steps closer as well, curious to see who would be knocking at your door at this time; a pink haired man came into view as you swung the door open. Who the fuck dyes their hair pink? Rindou thought to himself, but he couldn’t really say much, not with the purple hair he had.
“Oh, hey! Did you manage to get that thing I asked about? So sorry for making you run an errand for me— Oh… am I interrupting something?” the stranger’s turquoise eyes darted between you and Rindou, slight embarrassment dawning upon his pretty face.
“Shit, thanks for reminding me, and yes, I did manage to buy. Also, Rindou, this is Haruchiyo, he lives next door. Haru, this is Rindou, a friend of mine. I’ll be right back, I’ll grab it real quick.” you quickly introduced both men to one another before leaving them two alone to grab the item Haru asked you to buy. Rindou awkwardly cleared his throat, his hand coming up to scratch his nape, “So uh… what’s your major?”.
Haruchiyo, who was mindlessly fidgeting with his hands, looked up at Rindou “Hm? Oh, Chemistry. The same as her.” he answered, pointing a finger in your general direction. Rindou slowly nodded, letting out a small ‘oh’ at the information, if he was being honest, Rindou could care less about this man in front of him but you were taking too long to find the damn item Haruchiyo asked you to buy, so he had to act like he was interested in the stranger in front of him.
Before Rindou could open his mouth for another question–in which he wouldn’t be interested in the answer–to the pink haired man in front of him, you finally came back with the item Haru had asked you to buy. It was the hair dye he saw you place into the basket earlier, pink hair dye.
Oh, so that’s what the hair dye was for…, Rindou thought. Haruchiyo smiled and eagerly grabbed the small box as you handed it over to him, “A life saver, Thanks! I’ll get going now and transfer you the money… Nice meeting you, Rindou.” Rindou gave him a nod of acknowledgement before Haruchiyo left.
Rindou couldn’t pinpoint what it was but he didn’t like Haruchiyo, not one bit. Maybe it was the way his turquoise eyes lit up when you came back into the view, or maybe it was because you two were practically living next door, or maybe it was basically a given that you and Haruchiyo see each other almost every day as you’re both doing the same major—
What the actual fuck, Rindou. Get your shit together. He mentally cursed himself.
“How long have you known him for?” Rindou asked as he followed you further into your dorm, he pulled a wooden chair out from the dining table which scraped the wooden floor a little too loud, Rindou winced at the sound before sitting on the chair. “Hm? I’ve known Haru since first year…” you explained your friendship with Haruchiyo to him while sorting the things you bought, but he didn’t really listen because the only thing in his mind was the nickname you gave the pink haired man.
Haru.
Why didn’t he get a nickname? He wanted a nickname.
Before Rindou could finally reply, you were already giving him a confused look, “You okay? Been spacing out a lot… also, did you want to watch a movie to pass time?” you walked over to your small living room and sat on the two-seater couch, the black leather creaking under your weight. Rindou stood up from his seat and awkwardly padded over to where you were, “Yeah, I’m fine.” he sat next to you, shoulders brushing against one another.
“What movie did you want to wat—” “Some girl in my class asked me out today.” he cut you off, it was true, a classmate had asked him out after one of his classes today and he has yet to give an answer. Rindou didn’t know why he brought it up, he just felt like he had to but he didn’t know for exactly what reason. His sudden confession caught you off guard. You met his stare, amethyst eyes unwavering, there it was again, that weird glint in his eyes.
You don’t know how long you two looked into each other's eyes, one, two, three or more seconds? Until you finally spoke up, uncertainty in your tone, “Congrats?... what did you say?” you shifted your gaze to your fingers, picking on your nails. To be very honest, you weren’t happy for him. Not one bit.
You were jealous, you wished you had the courage that girl did but you didn’t, and now someone else is out there trying to claim him. Your Rindou. But then again, you didn’t know where your status stood with him, he never clarified what you two were because after the days that he tested the boundaries, he would act indifferent, like he didn’t just hold your hand the other day, like he didn’t almost kiss you. For fucks sakes, you were confused as hell.
You didn’t know what to make of the information but it had you wanting to hear his answer more than anything. Had he said yes? What if he did and they’d already gone on a date before he came by the library today? My goodness you were so fucking pathetic for hiding your feelings for Rindou. You wanted to pull your hair out because the possibility of Rindou saying yes is high—
“I haven’t given her an answer… but I know I’ll most likely say no.” Oh my god you knew it. You fucking knew he’d say yes to—
Wait what?
Oh.
Oh.
“Why not? I’m sure she’s nice—” “I want someone else.” you met his gaze again, this time you stared into each other's eyes much longer. It was so silent that you could hear your own racing heartbeat, the ticking of the clock on the wall, your breaths that's become shallow, you didn’t know how to respond. You could feel tingles all over your body as he looked at you like he wanted you, you swear your head was almost spinning with how close Rindou suddenly was.
Your senses were heightened. You could smell his sweet scent that drove you oh so crazy, you could feel the heat he radiated, but this time it was burning. It wasn’t just warm, no. It was hot, he was hot, literally. He burns for you. You didn’t miss the way his lavender eyes slowly traced your features one by one before finally settling on your plump lips. And you also didn’t miss the way Rindou took in a sharp breath as he stared at them, almost as if it pained him to not be kissing it at this very moment. Fuck, he was so tempted.
“Can I… kiss you?” he whispered as he once again met your gaze, and thickly swallowed. God, the only thing holding him back at this very moment was your permission, he wouldn’t know what to do if you said no.
With how gorgeous Rindou looked right now, you couldn’t trust your voice so you just slowly nodded your head. You swore Rindou muttered a faint ‘fuck’ under his breath before he wasted no time to close the gap between the two of you.
You were sweet. So fucking sweet. He was now fully facing you–his left shoulder touching the backrest of the sofa–your chin situated between his right thumb and index finger, tilting your head toward him as he devoured you. His kisses were hungry and rough, like there was some sort of history behind it all, like he’d been waiting his whole life to do just this.
But you couldn’t complain, never, you liked it a lot; your whole body was burning with lust, sparks flying as Rindou pressed further into you with desperation as if you were about to turn into dust any time and slip out of his very hands.
Rindou was out of his mind. Your lips were soft and pillowy against his, just how he liked it, and it drove him crazy. The way you let out soft moans against his lips, the way both your hands clung tightly onto his hoodie, like it was the only thing that’s keeping you grounded right now. So responsive. So vulnerable. He wanted to ruin you so bad.
You don’t know how but Rindou managed to slip you out of your jacket, only noticing that it was off as the cold air of your dorm engulfed your bare arms. You slowly pulled away from Rindou to catch your breath, slightly pushing him away as he was trying to catch your lips. He leaned his forehead against your, both your chests heaving, breaths mixing together as you two basked in warm silence. Rindou wasn’t done with you.
He gave your now swollen lips a peck before heading for your cheek, trailing light kisses down your jaw until he reached your neck. Rindou gave you soft experimental kisses where your shoulder met your neck, to which you responded with sweet whines and the call of his name. “Fuck… Rindou.” you breathed out as he licked a stripe up your neck and sucked on the same spot that made you whine for him.
Your hands flew up to his lavender hair as Rindou began trailing kisses down to your collar bones. “R-rindou wait! Hold on…” you slowly pushed him away as you felt his hands attempting to tug your shirt up, Rindou pulled away, concern clouding his lustful gaze as he questioned you, “What’s the matter? Did I hurt you?” he panted out. You shook your head but he saw something different in your eyes, like there was something you wanted to say.
“Rindou?” “Hm?” “What are we?”
There. You said it, you said the question that’s been buried deep into the back of your mind ever since your established friendship with Rindou Haitani.
“I–I don't…? We’re friends, what do you mean?” his brows furrowed. You had to close your eyes and take a deep breath, anger bubbling up from within, “Exactly, Rindou! We’re friends… and friends don’t do this, right?” you argued with desperation in your tone. Is he fucking dumb? Did he really just have the audacity to say ‘we’re friends’ after he marked your neck dark red and purple? After he just kissed you like a starved man? After almost slipping you out of your shirt?
Rindou knew that. He knew that friends didn’t act the way you two did but he just wasn’t ready to face this conversation. Yes, he’s a coward, and a big one at that.
“Why did you even tell me that some girl in your class asked you out? What do you feel for me, Rindou?” you pressed further, wanting immediate answers from the man in front of you. He had an expression you couldn’t understand, like he looked troubled. Fighting a mental war within himself while he remained quiet.
Your heart sank as he just sat there avoiding eye contact, your once lustful gaze turning into nothing but mere anger and possibly hatred. “I think I should go…” he mumbled–more to himself than to you–quickly scrambling from the couch and towards your door. The fucking audacity, you thought. “Really, Rindou?! You’re just going to run away like a fucking coward? We’re both adults here for fucksakes! At least face this head-on!” you stood up, raising your voice at him, but Rindou never said anything nor turned back once. He just quietly put his shoes on and left without a word.
The slam of the door resonated throughout your dorm as you stood there all alone, your neck marked and heart broken in a million pieces by someone that was never yours from the very start. You felt dumb. How foolish of you to think he actually felt the same way, maybe he just stuck around because of lust. You felt so used and angry that tears uncontrollably fell from your eyes, your breathing erratic but this time it's from anger. You sat down on the couch and took deep breaths while closing your eyes, wishing it would all just go away once you open them back again.
Rindou was unpredictable but was this really what you loved about him?
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You felt like shit. For the past few weeks, you were in a sour mood, nothing entertained nor interested you. You watched the hues of red and purple on your neck fade as days passed. Rindou stopped coming by the end of your shifts at the library, he never texted or called to apologize about that night, he didn’t wait for you outside your dormitory to walk you to class, he didn’t wait outside your class to hangout at the library.
It was like Rindou was never even there from the start. It wasn’t hard for him to avoid you as you were both in different faculties–him being in the Arts and you being in the Science Faculty–although you did wish that you would run into him somehow when you headed over to the School of Arts for the general education class you had with Ran.
Hangouts with Ran became less frequent as he was embarrassed about what his younger brother did to you, it was also limited to either the library or somewhere around the campus, as going back to his and Rindou’s shared dorm was no longer a viable option. But he acted indifferent toward you, despite the situation. Ran cherished his friendship with you and he was not going to let his younger brother taint it.
It was one of those nights where you binged watched movies up to the point where your eyes couldn’t handle it anymore. The clock on your laptop read ‘2:39 am’, your eyes were droopy and you couldn’t care less about the movie playing in front of you, the voices of the actors turning into a soft muffled sound as you fought to stay awake. You were on your bed, your laptop that was once resting on your stomach slowly sliding off and onto the sheets.
Loud desperate knocks on your door jolted you awake, your heart rate suddenly increasing from the unexpected loud sound at this hour of the morning. You swore that if it was Haru knocking at this ungodly hour, you were not only going to kill him, but also ignore his desperate pleas for help during your laboratory sessions. You let out a grunt as you threw your sheets off you and moved your laptop out of the way.
Your warm feet slowly padded against the cold wooden floor as you made your way over to your door. You weren’t too worried about it being an intruder as the building did require ID cards to present before entering it, therefore suggesting that whoever is knocking at your door is a student; with a sigh, you undid the locks and slowly opened the door, “I swear to god Haruchiyo, if you’re asking me to dye your hair this early again—” your sentence was cut short as the opened door did in fact not reveal your pink haired friend.
The man who stood before you was purple haired. Your heart skipped a beat.
The same man who has been avoiding you like the plague, and who disappeared without a single explanation. Rindou looked like shit. The bags under his eyes were prominent, his purple hair tousled and chest heaving. Did he run here? At 2 in the fucking morning? You thought.
You didn’t know how to feel about this, a part of you wanted to slam the door shut and go back to your warm sheets but the other part wanted to see where this went. You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out, there was nothing in your mind at this very moment. All you knew is that your heart yearned for him but you couldn’t look him in the eye, not when he left you hanging like that.
“I’ve been thinking about you…” Rindou was the first one to break the silence, his amethyst eyes studying your features with concern. You looked tired, too, and empty. Your eyes didn’t hold that special glint in them like before. “I don’t know what else to say to you.” you quietly responded, looking anywhere but his eyes; you knew if you made eye contact with them, you’d be sucked back in and forget about everything else, but you can’t be fooled anymore. Not for a second time.
Rindou let out a heavy sigh, “Please look at me..” his tone laced with pure desperation, it pained you to hear him like this, he sounded so broken and lost, like he didn’t know what was right or wrong anymore. “Rindou, look, this clearly isn’t a good idea. I know you don’t feel the same way—”
“Please, can we just talk about this?” he cut you off, coming a step closer, to which you responded by defensively taking a step back. Rindou noticed this and refrained himself from coming any closer, like he might hurt you if he did. “Can I come in? Please, I just want to talk things out… that’s the least I can do for you.” he watched as you weighed out the pros and cons of letting Rindou inside, biting your lower lip as you decided.
With a sigh, you fully opened the door, stepping aside as you replied with, “I guess there’s no harm in that…” you finally met his eyes, his gaze softening like it was the only thing he needed to calm the storm behind his stare.
You both made your way to the couch, where all this mess started.
The black leather creaked under your weights as the both of you settled on it, both uncomfortably clinging to each end of the couch, not wanting to make awkward physical contact with one another.
Rindou cleared his throat and fully turned to you, “I’m sorry. It took me so long to realize my feeli— no, actually, I’ve known my feelings for you ever since but..” he trailed off, looking down at his hands. It shouldn’t have made you this happy to know that, but your heart couldn’t help but skip a beat. He liked you back.
“...I don’t know what got into me that night. I guess I was just… scared?” Rindou sighed, burying his face in his palms. Maybe he should’ve just stayed home. No matter how much he can explain himself, there was just no justifying for what he did to you that night. He had no right to devour you like that and leave within the next minute because he got scared of your question.
It was your turn to face him, brows furrowed, anger and confusion slowly seeping into you, “Scared? Scared of what, Rindou?” you questioned, slightly raising your voice. You’ve had enough of his bullshit. “God, I don’t know, okay?!” Rindou removed his face from his palms and looked at you, tears welling up in his eyes.
He closed them for a bit to try and steady his breathing. “I just like you so much that I don’t even know what to do anymore. I just want to be with you, I want to be by your side as much as I can, and it hurts me that I made you cry..” Rindou avoided your gaze as he opened his eyes again. He was never the type to genuinely confess his feelings nor was the sappy type, so you knew this was very difficult for him to do, and you respected him for going out of his comfort zone.
Now it was your turn to ask him to look at you, it took you several attempts before he finally did so. A single tear ran down his cheek as he made eye contact with you, god, you wanted to hug him so bad. You forced a small smile, “You can have me, Rindou… I’ve been yours from the very start.” you whispered, your eyes never leaving his, to reassure him that you meant every single word you said.
Before he could reply, you started speaking again, “..I’m so tired of having somebody that’s not mine.”
“A-and I know you feel the same way as I do… but do you still want me?” you inched closer to him, your eyes holding his intense gaze, you weren’t about to back down from this. You needed to know his answer. “I want you so fucking bad that it physically hurts me. Call me shameless but that’s exactly how I feel.” Rindou replied, his voice dropping an octave while he held your gaze. Two can play at this game, he thought. Something in the air shifted, the mood was now completely different.
You let out a dry chuckle, “Show me how shameless you are, then. Why don’t you write it on my neck?”
Rindou swore under his breath, wasting no time pressing his lips against your own, he missed this so much. He missed the way the warmth of your lips ignited his whole body, he missed the way his chest tingled with delight, he missed the way you moaned against his lips even though he had barely touched you.
He pulled away and trailed hot open-mouthed kisses on your jaw and down to your neck, where you liked him the most. “Mhm… Rindou…” you moaned out his name, both hands flying to his hair, pushing him closer to your neck as he nibbled on the same spot he had previously marked, paying extra attention to it as it made you moan his name in a way that he isn’t going to forget any time soon. “Fuck, you’re so needy for me, huh?” Rindou swore, his voice raspy and low. It did things to you.
You let out a whine as he trailed even further down, sucking on your collarbones. His mouth felt so heavenly against your bare skin, but you needed more. You wanted to be closer to him. “R-rindou…” you whined, you don’t even know what you want from him but saying his name just felt right. “What do you want, princess? Use your words.” He gave your collarbone–that was now littered with hues of purple and red–one last peck before swiftly tugging your shirt off.
The cool early morning air hit your bare chest, you shuddered as Rindou sucked on a spot just above your nipple, his warm mouth being a complete contrast from the air. He gently pushed you further into the couch until your back was met with the cool leather, and Rindou was on top of you, in between your legs. “Oh fuck..” you threw your head back against the arm rest as he placed a nipple inside his mouth, alternating between sucking and licking, he gave your other breast attention using his hand, massaging it and rolling the bud between his fingers. Rindou panted heavily against your chest, “So pretty for me.”
He made his way back up and kissed you once again, grinding his clothed cock against you, he let out a whine as he rested his face on your neck. The friction felt so good, he didn’t know if he was even gonna last long. “Fuck, I want you so bad.” he groaned, teeth clenching from the unbearable pleasure he felt.
“I’m all yours, Rindou.”
With that, he showed you how badly he wanted you, over and over again. You saw parts of him that you haven’t seen before, the vulnerability, the intimacy, and the true feelings he held for you. And oh, you were finally able to see the entirety of his tattoo, from his arm, right down to his ankles and everything in between.
I really imagine that while Rindou is a walking green flag, I believe that is only while he is in a relationship. Breaking up with Rindou? Sure he’d let you break up with him, but he would make you crave him- until you want him back that is. When you do come running back to him? You’re in for a roller coaster of emotions. Rindou would make sure that you knew what he was doing, he would want you to feel the pain you put him through and this begins the cycle of toxicity. You crawl to him, you two fuck, he pushes you away… over and over again. Remember, he is only doing this for your own good! Rindou needs you to only want him, he needs you to only think about him. Rindou needs you to suffer so he can be your green flag boyfriend all over again.
≡ Them finding out that you ended up hurting yourself because of the way they treat you...
𖥻 H e a d c a n o n s !!
⌕ 𝑭𝒕. Ran & Rindou Haitani
tw: sh
𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢
Although it doesn't seem like it, Ran usually pays a lot of attention to your behavior and especially your mood changes, that morning, you had an argument and as much as he tried to ignore it, deep down, Ran was sincerely worried about you and your absence was directly affecting him.
As soon as he went to talk to you, he noticed how sad you were, and also, even though it is an extremely hot and sunny day, you were wearing a long-sleeved blouse, but in a small oversight on your part, you ended up leaving those still unhealed wounds exposed.
"Let me see your arm, right now." Ran spoke in a few words, in a serious tone almost never used by him, as soon as you finished showing it, Ran looked at you a little shaken, but still, without showing any feelings.
"Who did this to you? Shit... You were the one who did this, weren't you?" He questioned, but soon realized what had really happened, Ran hugged you at the same moment, taking care of your injuries. "I'm sorry about that."
Still hugging you, Ran felt extremely bad knowing that he had caused you so much sadness. "...Don't do that again, I don't want you to get hurt because of me, or for any reason, just, don't do that again." After what happened, Ran began to be more careful with his behavior, also paying more attention to you, Ran double his attention and care so that you don't hurt yourself again.
𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢
Lately, Rindou had been so absent to the point that you barely saw him, and he often ended up taking out some of his frustrations on you.
That night, Rindou was sincerely willing to apologize to you, so he hurried to talk to you, but he ended up realizing how sad you were, making him feel guilty, this guilt intensified even more when he noticed the injuries in your pulses.
"What happened? What are those marks on your arms?" Holding your arm carefully, Rindou questioned you, even though he already knew the answer, he definitely felt like the worst person in the world at that moment.
"I'm so sorry." At that moment, he just hugged you, remaining silent for a brief moment.
"Promise me you'll never cut yourself again, I don't want to see you hurt and also, I will never treat you badly again, never again..." Rindou couldn't hide how uncomfortable that situation became, for that reason, he just made his apology.
"I'll take better care of you." Gently pulling away from the hug and taking care of your wounds, Rindou said in a low tone, he would really take better care of you.
+cw - childhood friends, mutual pining, unresolved sexual tension, rindou and reader are stupidly in denial, and hella oblivious, heartbreak, abandonment issues, oral sex, body worship, drinking, no gangs AU, drunk sex (both reader and rin were out of it)
+rating - no underage consumption / 18+ only / dni if under 18 / ageless blogs dni
You first met Rindou at eight years old, when you were leaving your ballet class with your mother. On the way out, you peeked through one of the spare open doors to see a young boy practicing his splits in an empty room. Though it was only a couple of seconds you got a glimpse of him, you were already fascinated by the sheer fact alone that he could do the splits.
In your ballet class, no one could do them yet. You were competing with this other girl—the two of you being the only ones closest to the ground. You were determined to beat her, determined to talk to this boy and get him to teach you.
So you waited.
Your next class, a week later on Saturday, you told your mother to drop you an hour before your ballet class. You ran towards the door to the room you saw him in last time, but it was empty. So you checked the next one, then the one after that. Opening each door led to an empty one.
Fifteen minutes you’d spent searching through empty rooms.
It’s clear he wasn’t here.
Your stomach rumbles loudly and you frown, all disappointed and hungry, as you walk to the entrance of the building over to where the vending machine is. Reaching inside your tiny backpack, you grab a couple coins you had taken from your piggy bank this morning and choose a chocolate bar.
Unknown to you, Rindou walks out from the bathrooms, dusting his clothes off and lining up behind you for the vending machine. You grab your bar and begin to walk away, not before catching a small glimpse of the blonde hair from yesterday, then you drop your gaze onto his face then scream.
“YOU!”
It’s a miracle the floor was empty, only the receptionist at her desk typing away but didn’t bother to pay the two of you any attention. Rindou gets startled and flinches for a moment, before looking at you confused. “What?”
“YOU! You’re the guy from last week!”
You should really shut up now before you reveal that you’d been staring at him that one time, and now made it your life goal to search for him.
“What guy…?”
“The splits! You did them!”
“Uhhh, yeah? So?” Rindou gives you one last look before reaching inside his pocket, grabbing a coin and putting it into the machine. You watch as a soda can drops out from the bottom and he bends down to grab it.
“I—how did you learn how to do it? I really need to learn and I thought you could help me.” Your grip on your bag straps tighten as you wait for him to finish drinking his soda. It seems like forever, that one sip turned out to be him downing the drink for almost 30 seconds straight, all the while maintaining eye contact with you.
Just as he stopped drinking for air, your eyes sparkled, waiting for him to spill the secret, only for him to bring the drink back to his lips.
He’s doing this on purpose.
“Hey! Stop wasting my time and tell me!” You’re so tempted to knock the drink from his hands and let it spill onto the floor, but one glance at the janitor mopping the floors on the other end of the room had you shaking your head, discarding your plan immediately.
Rindou laughs and removes his drink from his lips, forearm coming up to wipe the drops of soda from his lips. “Fine. I’ll tell you, but you cannot repeat the secret to anybody. Promise?”
You nod so fast you get dizzy. “Let’s pinky promise.”
“No. I don’t do that.”
“Oh.” You feel a bit disappointed but don’t complain. He’s teaching you the secret to flexibility. You follow behind him with a smile as he walks towards the hallway with the rooms, throwing the can into the bin on the way out. The two of you enter an empty room and he closes the door behind him.
“Okay, what now.”
Rindou looks at the clock, seeing it’s only 1:34PM. He knows most classes start at 2PM, so he doesn’t have long to teach you. He ends up showing you a couple stretches he does at home while he’s watching TV or playing board games with his older brother. The stretches hurt your thighs, but Rindou told you that’s how you know it’s working. But if the pain gets unbearable, then you should stop and take a break before continuing.
Taking his advice, you’d spent the next month doing those same painful stretches and it wasn’t long before you were the first person in your ballet class to ever do the splits.
You found Rindou at the park one day while you were hanging out with your friends. You didn’t keep in touch with Rindou, not seeing him at the leisure centre often, so once you saw him, you practically bolted towards him, all out of breath and talking way too fast for him to understand what you’re saying.
“Woah, calm down and talk slower.”
You nod your head, taking a couple minutes to catch your breath before repeating what you had said earlier, about how you were the first one to do the splits in your class and you had gotten rewarded for it.
“Oh. It’s no problem.” Rindou smiles at you. You give him a toothy grin back and you’re tempted to hug him, but decide against it, not wanting to make things more awkward.
Rindou had expected you to leave the second you thanked him, but was left confused as you stayed, eyes watching his every move with a smile on your face. “Are you here alone?” You ask him the question, looking around the park bench, seeing nobody else around him.
“No. I’m here with my brother.”
You look around one more time and Rindou scoffs. “He’s not here right now, idiot. He’s on his way.”
“Ohhhhh.” You jump onto the park bench, resting your feet on the seats and sit next to him. “I’ll keep you company then.”
“Okay…” Rindou didn’t know if he was comfortable with this, but he never pushed you away or ignored you. He answered every single one of your questions that you’d asked him, trying to know more about him as a person. From your little questionnaire, you found out that he’s only one year older than you, he’s been doing gymnastics since he was 5 years old, he has an older brother called Ran, and lives with his single mother. He likes the colour blue—it doesn't matter the shade, whether light or dark, he loves it and even said he wants to dye his hair blue one day. You told him he’d look weird, he said that’s the point, and how he likes to stand out, which is why he loves doing the splits because it weirds people out.
His brother came around 10 minutes later, holding a plastic white bag in his hands. “Here, take it.” He lazily tossed the bag onto Rindou’s lap and you watched as Rindou dug through the contents like a mole digging through the earth. The smile on Rindou’s face when he saw the packet of jelly beans he’d been craving all week made you smile too. Rindou had a moody face most times, barely ever smiling or laughing, so to see this side of him over something so small made your heart twinge.
You were too focused on Rindou, and he was too focused on his candy, that you didn’t notice Ran scanning you up and down. “Who are you?” He asks after a moment and you break contact with Rindou’s face to look at his brother. If you had thought Rindou was tall, Ran was even taller. Long blonde hair into pigtail braids stopping around his mid shoulder.
“I—uh—” You didn’t really know what to say. You can’t introduce yourself as ‘Rindou’s friend’ because technically, you weren’t friends. You barely spoke to him unless it regarded information about gymnastics and that was around a month ago.
“She’s my friend.” Rindou speaks out for you, mouth full of jelly beans that made Ran’s face cringe up in disgust. But he was happy for his brother that he hadd managed to make a new friend.
“Cool. What’s your name?”
Rindou eagerly listened in too, waiting for you to say your name. It was then he realised he didn’t even know your name or anything about you.
“Just call me [Name].”
“Nice name.” Rindou sends you a small smile before chomping down on the jelly beans again. Your friends, the ones you had arrived at the park with initially, approached the bench asking you if you were coming to the swings with them.
You shook your head and said you want to hang out with Rindou. They thought it was a bit weird at first. Hanging out with boys, but didn’t speak much of it and went down to the swings. Rindou was confused, why you chose him over your actual friends. But the outcome wasn’t so bad, because the two of you hung out even more often since then.
You were 11 years old when you’d dropped out of ballet and stopped doing anything flexible with your body. You’d just grown out of it. Rindou had also stopped, but it was a year before you. He was still insanely flexible that it pissed you off how he still had it in him even without stretching for all those years.
Puberty was probably the worst time of Rindou’s life.
Ever.
It was then he realised he had some sort of feelings for you? He didn’t even know himself, it was confusing. When he had the talk with his mother about his body, and how he was ‘changing’, he coughed it up as bullshit, to which she punished him for swearing. But he didn’t take it back.
His mother gave him a list of things he wasn’t allowed to do with you anymore, like holding hands, sleeping on the same bed, and hugging. Rindou thought it was fucking ridicuous. There’s no way he just turned 13 and now all of a sudden everything is appropriate. Especially when you were his best friend.
He was extremely possessive over you, liking the fact he was your only male friend, because he felt favourited. Like you personally handpicked him to be best friends with out of all billions of guys in the world. You also felt the same about him.
Rindou then realised why his mother told him a list of things he can’t do with you. Because you were also going through puberty aswell. He and his other friends had begun talking about suggestive topics, ones that shouldn’t even be in the minds of boys his age—but his one friend, Shion, had shown Rindou a porno magazine he stole from a store, and as they went through it, Rindou then realised exactly what his mother meant.
Because that same afternoon, when you had come to visit him, he shamefully found himself staring at more intimate personal areas of you, ones that not even a week ago, he wouldn’t even dare look at, or even care about.
Things became so awkward. For you, and for him. He couldn’t get you out of his mind, his young perverted mind practically objectifying you inside his mind every time he saw you, so he distanced himself from you. Barely spoke to you, barely came around to your place anymore. He hated the way whenever you tried to hold hands with him, he would instantly flinch as a reflex and retract his hand as if you had cooties, or when you’d hug him and he wouldn’t deepen it like he used to, instead patting your shoulder once before breaking the hug.
You were sad about the situation. A part of you had a feeling this was coming because the entire friendship, all those years back, you never thought someone as cool as Rindou would ever settle with someone like you.You thought it was only a matter of time before he distanced himself and hung around more ‘popular’ people or whatever.
You could only imagine the surprise on your first day in college,when you saw Rindou again for the first time in 5 years. He looks so much different, yet the same at the same time. He was stuffing things into his locker as you mustered up the confidence to approach him.
What were you going to say? It’s been five fucking years.
Five years before he abanonded you, left you without a single trace, not even an explanation. He just avoided you. Will he avoid you now? Is there even a point? Thoughts plagued your mind and before you even knew it, you turned on your heel and walked the opposite direction.
You were half way down the hallway before you realised your class was in the opposite direction. The direction you were currently avoiding because of a certain someone. You just hope and pray that on your way past, he doesn’t recognise you, or ends up ignoring you just like he’d been doing for the last 5 years.
It’s going well. Everything is going well. You think. Though your head is facing the ground, eyes are unsure what's ahead of you because you’re refusing to look up—he still recognises you.
“[Name]?”
You practically freeze but don’t stop walking, fingers on your bag strap tightening as you count your footsteps in your head to distract your brain from the realisation that he recognised you.
A hand tugs at your arm, and the numbers in your head come to a halt the moment Rindou stops you from walking. “Did you hear me?”
Yes. You did. But you lie.
“Oh, I didn’t hear you. Hey…” It takes all your energy, but you look up at him. It’s the first time in years that you looked him directly in the eyes. He looks different. Way different. But those eyes are still the same. Those beautiful eyes that you always stared into when you were younger. His face is more defined now, which is normal because he’s 17 years old. His arms are more muscular now, concrete evidence that he’s been working out because he used to have very thin arms. His hair is now infact, blue, a colour you’d imagined in your mind the second he told you on that bench years ago his favourite colour is blue.
Rindou doesn’t consider himself an awkward person. He always speaks his shit upfront, doesn’t really have anxiety either. He and his brother were confident individuals, which is normal for boys who happen to get as much attention as they do now.
Yet, he found himself struggling to speak to you. It’s been years since he’d gradually stopped contacting you, a mistake he regrets even to this day. He didn’t mean to—he just felt so bad for you. He didn’t want to ruin your great friendship because his hormones decided to betray him. Things had gotten so awkward the moment he started thinking of you that way, and he knew things wouldn’t be the same.
Also because—he realised he loved you. He realised it at 14 years old, when all his friends were getting girlfriends, the only person he saw himself with was you. He tried getting a girlfriend—her name was Shiko. She was pretty, nice, popular too. Everyone at his middle school shipped them, but things just didn’t feel right. He found himself thinking about you during the span of their 4 month relationship. He even called her your name once, to which she was offended, but forgave him rather instantly.
The moment he realised he loved you was the moment he knew he fucked up. Because you most definetly hate his guts now. He would hate you too if you had just stopped talking to him out of the blue with 0 explanation.
He barely saw you around town either. You two went to completely different schools so that was also off the list. He missed you.
But was too scared to see you again.
Rindou looks at you now, throat dried and tongue-tied, thinking of words to say. On one hand, he was happy to see you again, excited almost. You’d grown up so much. You still look the same as you did, only your features have gotten sharper—a common occurrence of puberty. He’d recognise you in a huge crowd without hesitation.
He keeps his eyes up, not wanting to make that same mistake he did when he was 13. He scans your face, trying to soak your features into his brain so he could replace that picture of 13 year old you inside his mind.
“Hey… how’ve you been?” Rindou wants to slap himself. This is so awkward.
“I’m good. Yeah.” You try not to focus on the fact he still hasn’t moved his hand from your arm yet. You try not to focus on the feeling of his hands burning through your jacket sleeves, melting his handprint onto your skin. It’s hard, but you try your best. “How are you?”
You don’t want to know.
Don’t want to know his life since he magically disapapeared from your life. Don’t want to hear about how much happier he is now that a loser like yourself wasn’t holding him back.
“I’m okay, yeah.”
“Nice.” You gently remove his hand from your arm and readjust your bag on your back. “Well, it was nice seeing you, but I got class now so—”
“Do you maybe want to hang out?” Rindou cuts you off, speaking without thinking the second he saw you about to leave. He wasn’t ready to see you go, not again. He doesn’t know another opportunity he would get to talk to you. Doesn’t even know where to find you after this. He’s not letting this chance go.
Please say yes. He repeats over and over in his head as he watches you look down at the ground, weighing the pro’s and cons.
On one hand, you get to hang out with Rindou again. Your best friend. On the other hand, he did betray you—abandon you for 5 years without a simple explanation. You were so lonely, you didn't even make any other friends because none of them were as amazing as him. He had set the bar way too high and you weren’t sure anybody else could reach it.
It was fear; it kept holding you back and you weren’t sure you needed anymore mental strain on your mind. “I can’t—I’m sorry Rindou.”
He didn’t even bother to hide the disappointment on his face. Just as soon as you start walking again, he stops you. “Wait, can we please just talk? This weekend? I can take you to the park? Y’know…like old times.” When he see you bite your lip—an action you did when you were nervous or was deep in thought—he decided he needed to step up his game more.
Using his grip on your arm, he moves his fingers downwards—it’s a very risky move, but he’s all about risks—and holds your hand. “Please?”
He knows—no, he hopes that his desperation is feeding into you, hopes that you can see how badly he wants you back in his life. The moment he held your hand, goosebumps erupted along your arm. It's a miracle you’re wearing a jacket right now, so you can’t embarrass yourself.
“Okay…we can talk after school.”
“Really?!” His face lights up, and you think it’s adorable.
“Yeah.” You quickly retract your hand from his own, stuffing it inside your pocket. “But I really have to go to class now, I don’t wanna be late.”
“Okay, I’ll meet you there, after school. Maybe 4? That good?” You nod and say no more, quickly rushing down the hall before you were late.
Rindou spends the next hour or so preparing what exactly he’s going to say to you. You just make him so nervous, he’s never nervous to talk to someone, yet alone a girl. The second school’s ended, he’s heading over to the park, the same park he refused to visit and avoided all these years because of the sheer amount of memories flooding his brain the second he looks at it.
Rindou must’ve taken longer to arrive because by the time he gets there, you’re already there, sitting at the top of the slide as you scroll on your phone. Just staring at you was enough to get his heart pumping twice as fast. He climbs the ladder up the slide and takes a seat next to you. The area was so confined, both of your legs were touching and it left your faces heating up. You couldn’t look him in the eye, just waited for him to start speaking.
“Can you look at me?” Rindou’s staring at the side of your face as you look down at your hands, fiddling with the ring on your index finger. You stiffen when he asks that question, taking a moment before you lift your face up to him. You knew you both were close, but it wasn’t until your nose almost brushed against his the second you looked up that it hit you how close the two of you were.
“I’m listening.”
“I’m sorry—for what I did back then. It was stupid of me to just leave you, I don’t know what happened—” A lie. He fell in love with you, that’s what happened, “I was so dumb back then, and I regret everything, I hope you know that. If I could go back in time, I’d never have done it. I really hope you can forgive me [Name], it’s an outdated apology—years overdue, but I want to cherish the time we have right now and maybe…start over? If you want to of course, it’s truly up to you, your the—”
You begin laughing and Rindou has to stop talking because he isn’t sure whether to be angry that you’re laughing at him pouring his heart out to you in an apology, or whether he should be angry at himself, hating the way the sound of your laugh blesses his ears.
“What’s so funn--”
“You’re stupid, Rin.” He knows you don’t mean any harm by it, because you’re smiling. He’s too busy focusing on the fact you called him his old nickname ‘Rin’ that he doesn’t see you leaning in for a hug. In the heavily confined space, it’s a little bit hard to get comfortable and hug you better without his elbows digging into the metal poles.
Rindou swallows, hard, the moment he wraps his arms around your body. It wasn’t enough. Taking another risk, he lifts you from his side onto his lap. You look up at him, confused, but words die inside your throat the second he deepens the hug. It’s much better now, having more arm room to fully wrap his arms around you, embracing you in his warmth.
Any passerbys would probably be looking at the two of your weirdly, two kids hugging at the entrance of the slide, but none of you cared. You lifted your arms to wrap around his neck, resting your head just next to his neck, on his shoulders. He smelt amazing, so good that you found yourself closing your eyes, shifting closer to smell him better.
This is creepy, you thought, but it didnt stop you.
You aren’t sure how long you two hugged for; could’ve been 2 minutes, could’ve been 40 seconds. Time had stopped the entire length of the hug for the both of you.
“Ran’s turning 20 in two months,” Rindou mumbles against your temple, his lips tickling your skin, “Do you want to come to his party with me?”
“I—I don’t know… parties aren’t really my thing, Rin. There’s way too many people there and I—”
The nickname again.
“I’ll be there for you. I won’t leave your side the entire time.” He pulls away from the hug and you look up at him. “He’s gonna get alcohol, legally, since he’ll be of age, and it could be fun? You know, just both of us?”
“You won’t believe this—” You start, hiding behind a little laugh, “but I’ve never gotten drunk before.”
“What?” Rindou looks down at you, shocked. “No fuckin’ way—you serious?” He’s waiting for you to retract the statement but instead you shake your head.
“I mean it! For one, I could never buy alcohol, second, I dunno, I’m just scared.”
“Why are you scared?” He places his hands on the wooden surface behind him, leaning back to get a better look at your whole face. “Alcohol ain’t scary. Well—it’s bitter and strong, but nothing scary.”
“It’s not the drinking part that’s scary—It’s the fact that you’re not in control of your actions that’s scary.”
Rindou thinks back to all the stupid things he’s said and done all the times he was drunk and finds them more funny than scary. “The worst thing I did when I was drunk was get matching tattoos with Ran.”
“What?!” You shift on his lap to get a better look at him. “Tattoo? Where is it?” You lift his arm up, pulling up his sleeves and examine the length of his arm thoroughly for a better look for a tattoo. You also took the opportunity to get a better look at his build without coming off as creepy. His arm muscles tense under your grip and you have to bite your tongue.
“It’s not there—” He chuckles, removing his arm from your grip. You watch with confused, wide eyes as his hand comes up to the hem of his shirt. He takes a moment before slowly pulling the material up past his stomach. From the second he lifted it, thick black ink appeared and as he lifted his shirt higher, the ink just kept appearing and your eyes followed the lines until his hands came to a stop. “There’s more—but I don’t think it’s appropriate to show it in public.” He exhales shakily, the muscles on his stomach tensing up as he watches your eyes examine all over his chest
He’s never felt self conscious before, not underneath your gaze. Your hand reaches out for a moment but you quickly retract it and look up into his eyes. “Can I—”
He’s silent when he nods; watching your fingers gently graze the tattoo from the bottom. Your lips are slightly parted as you run your fingers upwards, slowly, not even realising how much tension you’re causing him because you’re too engrossed in the tattoo, so many questions fill your mind the longer you run your fingers along it.
“Di—did it hurt?” You say the moment you reach the top, just where his fingers holding his shirt up, preventing you from going further.
“I was drunk, so no. I can’t even remember it.”
“Woah.” You look back down at it once more before biting your lip, deep in thought. Rindou would kill to know what you were thinking about—wants to know if you felt that tension earlier, if you were doing it on purpose to see how he would react, or if you were just genuinely interested in his tattoo.
“It’s only on one side.” You point out, “is it like a puzzle or something?”
Rindou shakes his head. “Nah. Ran has the other half.”
“Woah.” You repeat, genuinely impressed at that work of art on his chest. Your mind wonders, if you and him and remained friends all those years—would you have gotten that same tattoo with him? How would it even work—?
“So—do you wanna come to his party with me? I promise, I won’t make you get matching tats with me if you get too drunk.”
You can’t help but smile. Fuck—you missed him so much, that you’re willing to head out of your comfort zone just to hang out with him more. “Yeah, I’ll go.”
During those two months prepartion for Ran’s birthday, you and Rindou used the party planning as an excuse to hang out with each other more often. He would walk you home after school, but since he was a year older, his classes ran on for an hour longer, meaning you’d wait outside his class for him. He’d take the train with you home, sometimes if you both were really bored, you’d walk the distance.
This was only just the start.
The start of your newfound friendship. The beginning of a new era. And god—were you excited.
His birthday finally rolled around and it was packed. It hit you just how many people loved Ran. His house is filled with random people you’ve never seen before, recognising a couple people, third years that go to your school.
You take an earbud out from your ear, leaving it to hang low as you manoeuvre your way through the house, trying to find Rindou. You were wearing a simple outfit—but you had unknowingly grabbed the necklace Rindou’s mother picked out for him to give to you on your twelfth birthday. All the Rindouless years passing by made you forget about the necklace and its importance. But the second Rindou saw it, memories came flooding back.
“You still have this?” Rindou points out about an hour after you had arrived, not knowing a proper way to bring it up. You turn to face him and the moment you do, he grabs the necklace, looping a finger around the simple chain.
The action causes you to stiffen. He doesn’t break eye contact, waiting for you to answer the question. It’s not until you realise silent you’re being that you remember he was talking to you. “Oh! Yeah, I mean—I never threw it out.”
“Word? How does it even fit? It’s been years, no?” He doesn’t remove his fingers and to make matters worse, a very drunk and hyper person pushes past you aggressively, causing Rindou to grab onto your waist to keep you in front of him, not ready to see you get washed away into the crowd of very horny, drunk teenagers.
The second you register his hand on your waist, your brain stops functioning. “It’s a pretty necklace—I didn’t want to throw it out.”
It’s not that pretty. The both of you know it. It’s just a simple silver chain. No jewel, no pendant, no diamonds.
No, anything.
It’s only pretty and special to you, because the person who gave it to you was pretty and special to you. Rindou gives you a smile before a random girl taps onto his shoulder, whisking his attention away.
You can’t help but frown as you watch her whisper something into his ear. It’s awkward. It hit you how many girls actually like Rindou—and you can’t even blame them to be honest.
Look at him.
“Not today, I’m busy.” Rindou responds a moment after and the girl frowns for a moment before her eyes land on the birthday boy himself. She fixes the straps on her dress, and pushes her boobs up before fixing her face and heading straight towards him.
“I hate it when girls do that,” Rindou says after a moment and you take your eyes off her form to look at him with an intrigued brow.
“Do what?”
Rindou looks down at his drink and shakes his cup a little bit, watching the liquid swish around the walls of the cup. He lazily shrugs before continuing, “Thirsting over me and Ran. I mean—maybe he likes the attention, and I used to, but it’s getting annoying now. Like, I’m my own person, not just some sex object to satisfy you. Y’know?”
Rindou realises he’s ranting and instantly closes his mouth. “I mean, You probably get it, don’t you?”
“Get what?”
He wishes your innocence was just an act, one you used to attract guys towards you, but these two months he’s spent you made him realise you truly were slightly innocent when it came to these sorts of conversations. Makes him wonder if you haven’t lost it yet.
“The whole being used and stuff. Don’t you have guys after you?”
You shake your head. “Nope. I’ve never done that stuff before.” Rindou stops shaking his drink, fingers squeezing around the cup as he looks at you.
“You serious?”
“Yah.”
“Bu—but you—” You’re so hot , he thinks, but doesn’t say aloud. “Not even one guy wants you?”
“Jeez, when you say it like that, it makes me sound like a loner.” You say with a laugh at the end, but now you’re actually deeping the situation. You’re almost 19 and haven’t even had your first kiss yet. “Ohmygod, I’m going to die a virgin.” You say without thinking and Rindou watches you, confused, as you practically have a mental breakdown in your head.
“You good?”
“No! I mean, shit, I need to find a boyfriend, or at least lose my v-card before I turn 19, this is so embarassing, god—”
“I mean—I coul—” He instantly closes his mouth, realising just how stupid that idea was. He just rekindled his friendship with you, now he wants to ruin it all because of a stupid offer. “Nevermind. And it’s good that you’re a virgin, y’know—” He stops talking because you’re not listening to him, he can tell by the way you’re biting your lip, probably thinking of a bunch of boys in your class you could potentially lose it to.
He wishes you’d just open your eyes and look at him. He’s right there. But in your confused mind, you don’t think someone as hot and cool and Rindou could ever get with someone like you. Infact, just looking at that girl from earlier, it’s clear Rindou hooked up with girls like her before. All pretty and confident—things that you believed you weren’t.
So Rindou was off the hook. Not even a possibility.
“Dude, dude! RINDOU!” A loud deep voice startles you, and Rindou. Shion is practically out of breath when he places a hand on Rindou’s shoulder, using him practically as an armrest. “Ev—everybody’s downstairs—beer pong—” He says between breaths, then points a finger towards the door, “Go.”
“What?”
“I said—” Shion finally gets his breath back, now standing up tall. “Everybody playing beer pong downstairs and they called for you.”
“Beer pong?”
Rindou turns around to face you, completely ignoring Shion’s drunk ass. “Yeah, beer pong it’s basically—” You listen to him explain the rules of beer pong, the both of you completely ignoring Shion who keeps on tugging the back of Rindou’s shirt to get his attention.
“Fuck off, Shion. I’m talking.” Rindou punctuates his sentence by wrapping an arm around your shoulder, tugging you gently to his side. His voice gets a tad softer when he looks down at you. “Do you wanna play?”
“I don’t know…”
“Please? For me?”
You find it difficult to say no—but you do anyway. “I can just watch you and I’ll cheer you on.”
“Nah. I want you on my team.”
“Stop fucking flirting. Are you playing or not?!” Shion is starting to get annoyed, scoffing loudly before heading back towards the door he entered through. Rindou looks at you one more time, the question still lingering on his tongue before you finally give in and nod.
Rindou is smiling the entire way downstairs. By the time you get to the basement, you see a pool table along with around 15 people downstairs. The only people you recognise is Shion because of earlier. There’s two boys on the other end of the table, one with long black hair, one with crazy pink hair and scars.
“He’s here!” Sanzu quickly points to the other end of the table. You both are being dragged to the opposite end of the table, you being in front as Rindou stands behind you with his hands on your shoulders. You were so fucking nervous. The cups were already set up in a triangle, half filled with beer.
“Are you ready to lose?” Koko sticks his tongue out as he flips the coin, catching it on the back of his hand before covering it with his spare hand. “Heads or tails.”
Rindou squeezes your shoulders to get your attention before he whispers into your ear because the room was far too loud for him to speak at regular volume. “You choose.”
You turn around to look at him, ready to protest before someone is yelling ‘HURRY UP!’
“Tails?” You blurt out quickly, seeing Koko remove his palm from his hand. His face scrunches up in annoyance as he shows the coin facing tails.
“Yeah! Suck it, Kokonoi.” Rindou laughs from behind you before stretching along the table to grab the ball. “Throw it into a cup, just like I told you.” Your fingers brush together as you nod your head and take the ball from him. You toss the ball into a cup, only for it to bounce off the top and flop back onto the table.
You frown but quickly cheer up when you hear Rindou console you, telling you it’s common for that to happen. You notice Rindou never steps away from you to get a better shot, he stands behind you; his chest against your back the entire time, the close proximity is making you feel dizzy and lightheaded—and you haven’t even tried alcohol yet.
One hand on your shoulder as he makes his shot.
The game was more fun than you thought. Though you and Rindou lost because Sanzu was surprisingly amazing at aiming, you had drunk around 7 cups of beer, and you started to feel a bit lightheaded. You tug on Rindou’s sleeve to pull him down to your level to whisper into his ear. “I’m ffeel-feeling a bit dizzy.”
“For real? Damn, you a lightweight, huh?” You furrow your brows as he speaks even though you’re barely registering what he’s saying. “I’ll take you upstairs, c’mon.” Rindou holds onto your hand, giving it a tight squeeze to reassure you that he’s there.
It helps and you drown out the noise of his friends screaming at him to come back and play another round. You drown out the loud blast of music coming from the living room, drown out everything, only registering the lock on Rindou’s bedroom door locking the moment you enter inside.
“Sit down on my bed, there.” You obey, even though the ground looked like it was about to eat you whole, you crossed the distance and fell onto his bed, sinking your face in his black sheets.
You hear the sound of a fridge opening, looking over at Rindou who grabs a bottle of alcohol from his minifridge before coming to sit down next to you. “R-rrreally Rin? You’re drrinking more?”
“I’m not drunk yet,” He begins to pour it into a cup, “I’m a heavyweight, so I gotta drink loads before I get drunk.”
“Ohh,” It explains a lot, why he’s practically normal and functioning like a regular human being, unlike you, struggling to keep your eyes open but at the same time, feel a sort of tingling running down your legs that make you want to run around. It’s confusing.
“You wanna try some? You might like it, it’s better than that nasty beer.”
“Yyeah. That beer was really horrible,” You cross your legs and watch as Rindou passes you his cup. Sober you probably would’ve been a little too shy to drink from the same cup as Rindou—but you barely had time to overthink any scenarios. Gulping down the drink that in fact, tastes much better than that horrible beer.
“Oh my god.” You grab the bottle from Rindou and he watches you, amused, as you pour more of the wine into the red cup.
“Slow down [Name],” He tries to get you to drink slower, but you’re not listening, already gulping it down too fast.
You want to puke.
But you don’t stop drinking. It tasted…sweet? But also, really bitter? You didn’t know, all you knew was that your mouth loved it, and wanted more.
Rindou eventually could see that you were clearly drunk now, your tispy behaviour long gone now as you stare up at his ceiling and your fingers draw imaginary circles into the air.
It’s adorable.
You’re adorable.
It takes Rindou six more cups of that heavy wine before he’s joining you. The two of you are laughing at the ceiling. You aren’t sure what you’re looking at, but the room is spinning and you can’t stop laughing.
“Rinnn,” you stop laughing and sit up from the bed to turn and face him. He nods at you to continue talking. “Why did you leave me those years? Was it something I did?”
One thing you should know about drunk Rindou, is that he has no filter.
“Cause I was attracted to you; jerked off to you, and had thoughts about you.” He places his hands behind his head and looks back up at the ceiling. “So I felt guilty, and just avoided you.”
“That’s it?” You frown.
“Yeah—? Wait, why aren’t you mad? Aren’t you all about feminism and that shit, not wanting to be objectified or whatver? Abolish the patriarcy, sexism whatnot?”
“I mean, I am. Fuck the patriarcy, but still. I don’t care that you did that to me.” You shift to lay down on the bed, propping yourself up on one elbow before turning to face Rindou. “Besides…I also thought about you like that.”
The world stops for Rindou at approximately 10:23PM on a Friday.
“What?” He turns to face you, both of you don’t care about the close proximity, your nose brushing together as you both subtly lean in closer. “You did?”
“Yeah…only a couple times.”
“What exactly….” Rindou shifts closer to you, using one hand to lift your leg up to rest on his own, “did you think about?”
You break the eye contact only for him to drag your face back to his eyes. “Answer me.”
“I—” You swallow. Even though your mind is hazy right now—both of your minds are—you still feel the long forgotten anxiety come back the moment he asked you this. “I can’t remember.”
“When was the last time you fucked yourself thinking of me?” He’s so close. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up when you feel his lips brush against your neck. He’s not kissing you, no—he’s just waiting for the right moment. The second he hears you exhale shakily, he presses a kiss on your skin, slowly moving upwards to your jawline. “Answer me.”
“Last week—”
“Hmm.” Rindou hums against your skin, dragging his hands down your body to rest against your waist. “And you forgot, already?”
“Yeah…?” Your voice trails off into the moan the second he bites down against your skin. Your hands fly to his hair to keep him in place, subconsciously pressing him closer to your skin. “Fuck—that feels so nice.”
You moan again when he hums, the sound vibrating against your skin. You aren’t sure what came over you, but you’re pushing him onto the bed and climbing over his to straddle him. His hands instantly fly to your hips, keeping you atop his own as you lean down to kiss him.
He meets you halfway, letting go of one of your hips to cradle the back of your head, but also to ensure you’re not going anywhere. He tastes a bit like a mixture of beer and that strong wine, but you don’t care. All form of sense overridden from the sheer fact alone that you’re straddling your bestfriend/crush while his tongue is currently down your throat.
You’re not sure where to put your hands, having his drunken kiss be your first, so you rest them aside his head, gripping onto the sheets of the pillow beside him. There’s a tingly feeling down there, that only grows stronger when you move your hips front to back, practically grinding against Rindou’s crotch.
The second your clothed cunt grazes his cock, he’s gripping you in place, moving you along his length at his own pace. His iron grip rocking you back and forth prevents your movements, and you slowly lose control of your own pleasure, but it gets amplified the second Rindou breaks away from the kiss.
“Take off your shirt.”
You nod, sitting back up straight and remove your shirt from over your head. Rindou’s mouth goes slack, slightly agape as he looks at his bestfriend in just her bra. It feels sinful and dirty, seeing you this way, a way he’s imagined for so long and never thought he’d experience the real deal.
“You’re so beautiful—” Rindou doesn’t waste any time, sitting up abruptly as he sucks more lovebites onto your neck. You throw your head back, allowing him more room and perfect access to your body. The feeling of his soft lips making their way from your collarbone—down to your chest makes you squirm.
“W-wait—” You call out and he pulls away to look up at you, confused to see if he’d crossed any boundaries. You reach behind yourself to unfasten your bra and he groans when he sees you naked, topless atop of him, for the first time.
“Goddamn,” His lips are back onto yours, kissing you passionately and professionally. You wind your fingers into his long hair whilst he grips onto your right breast, kneading it in his big palms—tilting his head to readjust the positioning of the kiss.
You arch your back into his touch; also deepening the kiss. Rindou lets go of your breast and quickly flips your positions. The next thing you know, you’re underneath him, squirming under his heavy gaze. He rakes his eyes from your pretty face, down to your bare chest, all the while licking his lips—his brain thinking of 1001 ways to devour you.
He leans down to your chest, pressing soft kisses against your areola to tease you. The feeling of his nose brushing against your nipple had you biting back a moan. The air around it was so cold, you needed his warm mouth to fill it. “Rin…c’mon—please?” You breathlessly beg, eyes rolling back when he listens to your request, sucking a nipple into his mouth.
The sheer warmth had you arching your back upwards, forcing him to take more into his mouth, and gripping onto his thick hair strands. The sensation is amplified, tenfold, the moment he flicks his tongue against your nipple, rubs slow circles with the tip of his tongue before pulling off, making sure his lips stay attached to your nipple until he’s pulled off far enough.
He repeats this with the other one; all the while tugging at the waistbands of your pants. You gently push him off you, raising your hips slightly so he can shimmy your pants down your legs. Tossing them somewhere on the ground, he lifts his own shirt up and over his head, and it’s then you finally get to see the full tattoo.
Rindou’s eyes widen when he looks back down and realises he accidentally shed your panties too along with your pants. He’s staring down at you bare and naked, and you’re about to close your legs from humiliation but he stops you—using both hands to spread you apart.
He mutters something underneath his breath, using two fingers to push your folds apart. The wet squelch made his cock literally jump in his underwear. “You’re so—so…wet.” Before you could even tell him to stop looking, he dives in, using his tongue to lick and suck at the slick coating your folds before sucking your clit into his mouth eagerly.
“God—fffuck—” Your voice was shaky as you gripped onto his hair, literally pulling the strands the longer you felt his tongue flick your clit at top speed. Rindou hums into your cunt, licking you up from top to bottom before tickling his tongue at your hole. It was hard to squeeze through, but he managed it well. The moment his tongue slid in, he grunts, hard, when you tug at his hair, uncontrollable moans leaving your mouth as he fucks you with his tongue.
“Rin—Rindou, I’m, I—fuck, gonna cum—I’m gonna—!” Rindou digs his nails deeper into your thighs, leaving crescent shaped marks on your skin as proof he was the first one between your legs. Your back arches as your muscles convulse and contract, practically drowning him between your legs as you cum.
Rindou retracts his tongue from your pussy and cleans you up, licking your folds a couple more times before shifting to your thighs, giving you a couple lovebites to further reinforce his presence before kissing his way up your perfect naked body, reaching the top as he kisses you sloppily. Your hands tangle themselves in his hair again, pulling him even closer to you.
After a couple more minutes of kissing, your hand trails downwards, tugging at the waistband of his pants. “Please, let me…”
“No. I can’t—” Rindou tugs your hand away from his pants. It’s different when he’s giving to you, not taking from you. He can’t explain it. Even in his drunk, hazy mind, he knows it won’t be right to let you touch him like that, no matter how hard you beg.
“B-but I want to.” You sit up, pulling him back next to you. You lean down, giving him another kiss to distract him. He’s quickly melting into the kiss, cradling the back of your head to feel you more. You slide your hands down his body, into his pants and start to rub against his cock.
Rindou actually groans into the kiss, breaking it to curse under his breath when he feels you play with his tip, rubbing circles along the slit. “Shit, [Name], keep going.” He leans back against the pillow and removes the stray hairs from your face as he watches your hand through his pants jerk him off, slowly.
You frankly, didn’t know what you were doing.
The two of you knew this was wrong. Not only are you bestfriends, but you aren’t supposed to be this way when you’re both not in the right state of mind.
You both knew but it didn’t stop you both.
You flop back down next to Rindou after making him cum. Your wrist aches, but it’s all worth it when Rindou snuggles up next to you, wrapping you tight in his grip and gives your bare shoulder soft kisses.
You weren’t sure what was going to happen next. A part of you wants to remember this moment forever, but when you wake up, you know last night would’ve been just a blur.
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i was too lazy to proofread it so ignore mistakes hehe....🙎🏽
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