rindou told you to never talk down on yourself. not in front of him at least. even if it’s a simple “this top looks terrible on me,” or a “fuck, i look terrible today,” he will have you eat your fucking words. every single time.
today was no different, but when then pretty girl at the counter getting your to go order kept talking to him and refusing to acknowledge you, it got to your head. the green monster inside of you making you feel terrible about yourself. you pout for the remainder of the outing, brushing him off whenever he asked if you were okay. he wasn’t dumb, though— he knows when you’re upset about something.
when you arrive back to your apartment, he drops his keys and the food on the counter and turning to look at you with a stern face, “whats wrong with you?” he asks, and even with an emotionless face, you can hear the concern laced in his pretty voice. you frown not wanting to sound so insecure of some girl you’ll probably never see again. your silence is deafening and you can tell he’s getting restless with your lack of response, “baby,” he mutters. “tell me.”
you sigh, “it’s just… i don’t know. that really pretty girl was flirting with you n… n i jus’ felt kinda ugly ‘cause she didn’t even notice that i was right next to you,” your pout grows once the words leave your mouth, realizing how dumb it was to be upset over something so petty. “‘m sorry, ‘s fine. promise, rinnie, it’s dumb.”
he doesn’t say anything for a few seconds before pulling your arm to follow him into your shared room, muttering about how he’s gonna teach you a lesson.
here you were now, sitting in between his legs with yours spread all the way open— all in front of the large floor-to-ceiling mirror in your bathroom. his soft lips pressed to your ear, one hand wrapped around your neck, the other teasing fingers into your dripping pussy.
“now, what did i say about thinkin’ n talkin’ like that?” he whispers, squeezing his hand around your throat gently. his eyes shoot to the mirror looking right into your teary eyes. “told you not to, didn’t i?” he hums, knowing that you’re not in much of a position to speak, yet still urges you to answer. “asked you a question, baby. c’mon, what did i say?”
you sniffle, “‘m s-sorry,”
rindou croons, “‘s okay, pretty. i don’t have a problem reminding you,” he kisses the shell of your ear before pulling back. “now, look at yourself n repeat after me, okay?” you nod your head obediently, looking at yourself. your shirt ripped open, leaving your tits exposed n hard with the way he pinched at your nipples earlier. “‘m the prettiest fuckin’ girl in the whole world.”
you whimper, “‘m-m the prettiest f-fuckin’ girl in the whole worl- ah!” he shoves his two fingers into your cunt, your eyes rolling back as you let out a loud whine. “rin!” you cry feeling his fingers curl inside of you, tickling that spot he knows that you love.
his fingers continuously thrust in n out of you, his other hand trailing up your throat to grasp at your face, squeezing your cheeks in the process. “look at yourself,” he chuckles, “look at my pretty girl’s pussy sucking my fingers in,” he smiles triumphantly. “should i add another?”
before you can object, he shoves a third finger inside of your tight cunt, stretching you out. you gasp loudly, choking on a moan, looking down and watching his three fat fingers disappear into your sticky hole. your moans increase and you feel your back arch— that knot in your tummy tightening, signaling your impending orgasm. you clench on his fingers, gripping them like your life depends on it.
“wanna cum? wanna cum for daddy?” he whispers back into your ear. “wan’ me to forgive you?”
the nickname alone makes you let go, back arching and legs shaking uncontrollably, cumming all over his fingers. your gummy walls contracting over them over n over again till you come down from your high.
he pulls out his fingers, slapping your cunt, “daddy’s,” slap. “pretty,” slap. “girl.” slap. “say it.” he coaxes, rubbing fast circles into your throbbing clit.
“‘m daddy’s pretty girl!” you sob. tears are slipping from your eyes, crying out his name and incoherent words, your hand gripping his wrist with all your might. you feel like you might explode with overstimulation, yet you don’t want it to stop. he whispers things into your ear, things about how much he loves you n how beautiful you are. his praise filling your head, making all the negative thought leave and now all you can think about is him. “daddy!” you cry out for him. “g-gunna make a mess!”
he groans, slapping your pussy again watching your body writhe at his touch. “yeah, that’s it, beautiful. watch yourself make a mess all over my hand. all over that fuckin’ mirror. cum for me, ‘s gonna feel so good.”
your eyebrows furrow, as you struggle to keep your eyes open. his hand slaps your sensitive clit a few more times before you feel yourself gushing over his hand. your cum sprays the mirror and the floor, yet rindou can’t seem to keep his hands off of your pretty little pussy. he rubs your clit through your orgasm making it feel never ending.
“r-rin, st-stop!” you sob, gripping his wrist tighter, pussy still gushing and dripping.
he smirks at you through the mirror, “can’t stop playing with this perfect pussy, baby. not until you learn that it’s the only one for me.” he murmurs. “gonna make sure you never feel like that again. gonna make sure you know your fuckin’ perfect— everything i’ve ever wanted.”
