dabi's got a smart mouth, but he's dumb as rocks when he's nestled inside of you. completely lovesick, his cock is twitching and leaking as he fucks into you slowly, trying to savor every time you clench around him. you know that the shit he says when he's balls-deep is spur of the moment, drunken nonsense.
"so fucking good to me, so good," he babbles, eyes heavy and glossed over. his arms are under you, holding you up like you're weightless, hands burning against your hips. "you take me so well, you'd think you were made for me". his teeth nip against your throat, his head buried into your hair, huffing with every drag. "you're mine, yeah? you're mine?"
you nod, but it's not enough for him. he grabs your jaw, making sure you make eye contact when he speaks next. "you're never gonna leave me, you're all mine, you can't leave me."
"mm-mm" you shake your head, parting your lips so he can press his thumb to your tongue. another steady roll of his hips has you moaning against his hand.
"that's right," his eyes flutter shut, but re-open, that chilling blue drowning you. "cause i'd die for you, i would fucking kill for you baby, you know?".
you can usually tell the point where dabi's completely fucking lost in it when he starts rambling like this, cause he would never actually admit these things to you in casual conversation. no, when he's not buried to the hilt he actually doesn't like to show really any sort of emotion other than pissed off. maybe with you he's marginally nicer, but he doesn't do "that sappy shit" as he so brazenly calls it. he doesn't coddle you, or call you baby, or pretty, or anything of the sort unless he's 1. about to die or 2. about to cum. either one of those situations feels dire enough for him to actually let you in on the big "secret" that is his brain.
it's not a bad thing necessarily, it was never something you nitpicked about because, like anyone else who knows him for more than a second, you're smart enough to know that dabi is a grenade without a pin. he can show his affection for you in whatever feels comfortable for himâ that's what you had agreed on when you started fucking him in the first place.
you feel loved right now, for sure. pierced cock soaking inside of you, his rough thumb pressed against your clit and circling with just enough pressure you can feel it in your toes. his lips are still pressing sloppy kisses to the connecting point of your throat and shoulder, and everything unsaid is loud enough from the way he knows your body. "'m gonna fill you up, ruin you for anyone else so you can never fucking leaveâ"
it comes as a bit of a shock this time around when he snaps half-way and moans into your ear, "i fucking love you".
not very dabi-like to admit he actually feels more than terrifyingly obsessed in a moment like this, but it's real enough that you're clenched around him like a vise and cumming with his name in your mouth like a stolen thought. you try to chock it up to pussy-drunk, until he spills inside of you and doubles down, repeating it over and over as he comes down from his high.
"i love you, im not joking around with you".
"okay, yeah, i believe you".
"no you don't. you don't, but i love you," he's slipping out of you slowly, and he's sweating and heaving but maybe there is some truth to him.
"i love you," you repeat back to him, and he nods, licking sweat from your temple.
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fake dating wasn't on your holiday to-do listâuntil sero invited you home for tamales and chaos
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you regretted this the moment you stepped out of the dormitory and into the sharp chill of mid-december air, a duffel bag hanging off one shoulder and your dignity already teetering on the edge. trailing beside you was hanta sero, practically vibrating with the smug energy of a man who had just talked his best friend into making the worst decision of her academic career.
and technically, he had.
somewhere between his mother's increasingly invasive matchmaking attempts and his inability to say the word "no" like a normal person, he'd decided the solution was to invent a girlfriend. and of course, of course, he'd chosen you.
"come on," he said now, as a cab idled at the curb, white exhaust curling into the crisp air like smoke from a slow-burning disaster. "tell me this won't be fun. just a little bit."
"i think i'm too emotionally aware to find this fun," you muttered, hoisting your bag into the trunk as he leaned beside you with his usual careless grace.
sero grinnedâthat unbothered, insufferably pretty grin that always made it harder to stay annoyed with him for long. "emotionally aware, huh? sounds like you're already getting into character."
you leveled him with a look. "if i'm your girlfriend, you're going to need to stop flirting like a golden retriever with a god complex."
"babe," he said, slipping into the backseat beside you with the kind of unearned confidence that should have come with a warning label, "flirting is literally how i survive in social settings. don't take this from me."
you stared out the window, hoping the freezing glass would cool the creeping warmth crawling up your neck. "we're not actually dating, hanta."
"right," he said, and he sounded amused, not wounded. "but we could be really good at it."
you didn't answer. he didn't press.
the cab pulled away from the dorms, and for a moment the silence between you was companionable, like it always had been. you'd known sero for years nowâlong enough to understand that his laid-back demeanor was as real as it was performative. he was the kind of person who made a room feel lighter just by being in it, but who also knew the weight of silence better than most people ever would.
he didn't make you feel like you had to be anyone but yourself. and that, unfortunately, was the root of the problem.
somewhere along the road from "we're just friends" to "please pretend to be my girlfriend so my mom stops trying to marry me off," things had started to shift.
not all at once. not obviously.
but they shifted.
now he was dozing beside you, his head tilted toward your shoulder, and every bump in the road made him inch closer. you should have nudged him off. you should have drawn the line.
but you didn't.
instead, you studied the soft lines of his faceâthe relaxed set of his mouth, the faint crease between his brows like his dreams were just a little too fast for his thoughts to catchâand you wondered what the hell you'd gotten yourself into.
by the time the cab slowed, the sun had dipped low, casting golden light over a neighborhood that looked far too idyllic to be real. sero's house was two stories of warmth and welcome: string lights curled along the porch railing, a wreath hung slightly crooked on the front door, and smoke drifted lazily from a chimney that promised something warm inside.
standing at the threshold was a woman with sharp eyes, a kind smile, and the unmistakable aura of someone who could both bake you cookies and emotionally destroy you in the same breath.
sero's mother.
you froze.
he didn't.
without hesitation, sero leaned in, brushing your hair behind your ear like it was the most natural thing in the world. his voice dipped just low enough for only you to hear. "smile like you love me."
then he reached for your hand.
his fingers, long and warm, laced effortlessly through yours.
you didn't pull away.
and that was the momentâstanding at the edge of his childhood, your fingers locked in his, heart skipping in the kind of rhythm you weren't prepared forâthat you realized you were in far more danger than you thought.
because part of you didn't want to let go.
the cab hadn't even rolled to a full stop before sero's mom was standing in front of it, arms crossed, eyes already locked onto her target like a seasoned general. you had seen pictures, sureâsero had shown you a few over lunch one day, swiping through images of his mom with an almost reverent fondnessâbut none of them did her justice.
she was radiant. that was the first word that came to mind. not in some soft, dreamy way, but in the sharp, unmistakable warmth of someone who had mastered the art of existing unapologetically. she had a scarf looped carelessly around her neck, dark hair pinned up with wisps escaping, and that immediate, unnerving energy unique to mothers who know everything before you say a word.
"hanta," she said brightly as you approached. "you took forever, mijo. i was about to call."
you opened your mouth to answerâsay something polite, maybe even charmingâbut instead you were pulled into a hug so warm and familiar you forgot how to speak altogether.
she pulled back, hands on your shoulders, eyes scanning your face with curiosity. "how old are you, mija?"
"seventeen," you managed. "ua student. same class as hanta."
"top twenty," sero chimed from behind you, proud and useless.
his mom smiled wider. "good. you'll need that to keep up with him. he talks too much."
"i'm right here," sero said, offended.
"and what's your quirk, sweetheart?" she asked, guiding you inside like she owned every molecule of the houseâwhich she probably did.
"just a luck quirk," you replied. "it's not anything big or flashy."
"flashy's overrated," she said. "flashy gets you on magazine covers, but smart keeps you alive. hanta could use some of that balance."
sero made a wounded noise. "i'm right here."
you stepped into the house and tried not to gape. it was warm and lived-in, with mismatched furniture and soft lights, and framed photos in every direction. you passed at least three different versions of baby seroâone with cake on his face, one dressed as a shark, and one in a tiny suit looking like he'd lost a bet.
you were immediately ushered to the couch, where sero flopped down beside you like he'd done this a thousand times. his arm stretched along the back of the cushions behind you, easy and casual, but you felt the heat of it like a brand against your neck.
his mom sat in the armchair across from you, one leg crossed, hands folded, expression deceptively pleasant.
"so," she said. "how long have you two been together?"
"six months," you and sero answered in unison.
your eyes met. you both smiled.
it was practiced, but godâit didn't feel like a lie.
"how'd you meet?" she asked next.
sero leaned forward like he was telling a secret. "training. she beat up kaminari. i've never recovered."
you tried not to laugh. "he followed me around for a week."
"i was courting you."
"you were loitering near vending machines."
"i was being persistent," he corrected. "it worked, didn't it?"
his mom watched you both, eyes narrowed just enough to make you sweat.
"and what do you like about my son?" she asked you, suddenly.
your mouth went dry.
sero glanced sideways, surprised.
but the answer came easy.
"he's reliable. and funny. and he listensâreally listens. like you're the only person in the room."
you could feel sero's eyes on you, and the room felt warmer than it had a second ago.
"he's easy to be around," you said, a little softer now. "i feel like i can breathe near him."
a long silence stretched across the room.
then sero bumped your shoulder with his own, voice low. "you're not supposed to make me blush in front of my mom."
his mom smiled, pleased. "i like you."
you smiled back, because how could you not. "thank you."
"i made tamales," she said, rising to her feet. "sit tight. i'll get you a plate."
"do you need helpâ?" you started, half-standing.
"no, no. you're a guest. you sit and let yourself be adored."
she vanished into the kitchen with surprising speed.
the moment she was out of earshot, you collapsed sideways onto the couch.
"i blacked out," you whispered. "what did i even say?"
"that i'm amazing and you love being around me," sero said smugly.
you shot him a look.
he leaned a little closer, voice dropping. "also, you were adorable. you didn't have to go that hard. i almost forgot it was fake."
you didn't answer.
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dinner came after a comfortable lull in the afternoonâjust enough time for you to grow used to the house's warmth, the quiet hum of kitchen sounds, and the sound of sero humming to himself as he helped his mom plate tamales. there was something undeniably domestic about itâwatching him lean over the counter, sleeves pushed up, swiping a bit of masa from the corner of a dish with a grin when he thought no one was watching.
you caught yourself watching.
a little too long.
and when he turned around and caught your eye, offering you a wink that made your stomach stutterâyou looked away, pretending to study the wall like it had secrets.
the house filled slowly with more noise, more feet, more voices. by the time dinner was ready, the table was surrounded by peopleâhis siblings, all younger, all chaos incarnate. there were five in total, ranging from what looked like barely ten to maybe sixteen. all of them clearly adored sero, and all of them clearly had a thousand questions about you.
"are you really his girlfriend?" one of the younger girls asked, blinking up at you from her seat at the far end of the table.
sero, already sitting beside you, reached for your hand under the table without hesitation. "of course she is," he said easily. "she puts up with me. that's gotta mean something."
you glanced sideways, surprised by the way his thumb started tracing circles into your palm. his fingers were warm, his grip relaxed, like this was a habit and not a performance. your first instinct was to pull awayâbut you didn't. you let him hold on.
"do you like him?" one of the boys asked bluntly, somewhere between a dare and a test.
you looked over at sero, who was already looking at you.
and the smile that spread across his face wasn't teasing. it wasn't even smug.
it was soft.
"i do," you said honestly. "he's easy to like."
one of his sisters actually swooned.
their mother returned from the kitchen, a stack of warm plates balanced in her arms. "aye, look at you two," she said fondly, setting down the food. "you look like you've been married five years already."
sero snorted. "that's because she already tells me what to do."
"someone has to," you said, nudging his leg under the table.
his knee pressed into yours and didn't move.
the meal began in full, voices rising over each other, stories flying back and forth like birds across the table. tamales were unwrapped, passed down, devoured. rice and beans steamed in bowls at the center. someone spilled horchata and got teased for it for fifteen minutes straight.
sero kept his hand under the table the entire time.
sometimes on your knee. sometimes brushing your fingers. once, briefly, resting on your thigh with a touch so casual and confident you forgot how to breathe for a second.
"so how did you know?" his mom asked halfway through the meal, raising an eyebrow. "that you liked each other, i mean."
you blinked. "um."
sero didn't miss a beat.
"she made this face at me once," he said, totally serious. "during training. right after i got my ass handed to me. and i thoughtâyeah. i'd let her ruin my life."
you choked on a sip of water. "that's not what happened."
"you raised your eyebrow," he insisted, "like i was both impressive and pathetic. it was very motivating."
"you were bleeding."
"romance is about timing."
the table erupted in laughter.
"you're ridiculous," you muttered, but there was no bite to it. you felt lightheaded from smiling too much.
his younger sister leaned over the table toward you. "you make him less annoying," she said seriously. "he's, like, way less weird with you here."
"he's still weird," someone else muttered.
"hey," sero said, deeply offended. "i'm the glue of this household."
"you're the glitter glue," one of the boys shot back. "unnecessary and all over everything."
the conversation swirled, but it was warm. easy. you felt like you'd slipped into a rhythm you hadn't known you were missing. sero's family didn't make you feel like an outsider. if anything, they treated you like a permanent fixtureâlike they already liked you, just because he did.
and seroâhe kept looking at you.
in the quiet moments between bites. when you laughed at something his brother said. when you wiped your fingers on your napkin and he passed you your drink like he'd already anticipated you'd reach for it.
"you're really good at this," you whispered during a lull, leaning in.
"at what?" he asked, voice low, chin tilted toward you.
"this," you said. "pretending."
his eyes flicked down to your mouth, just for a second.
"what can i say," he said quietly. "i'm something of an actor."
you snickered.
and then his mom called your name from across the table.
"you like dessert, mija?" she asked, already bringing out the plates.
you blinked twice before answering, forcing a smile. "of course. thank you."
sero didn't look away from you for a long time.
dinner had long ended. the noise had faded. sero's house, once pulsing with overlapping voices and clattering plates, now thrummed with a different kind of energyâlow, contented, quiet.
his siblings had scattered, full-bellied and sugar-sticky, off to bedrooms and couches and wherever else they disappeared to in the evening. someone had turned on a dusty old playlist in the den, and the soft hum of vintage boleros curled through the walls like warmth that refused to die.
you stood in the hallway between the dining room and the back door, hovering in the in-between of things: of conversations and thoughts, of what was real and what had only started out that way.
you weren't sure what to do with your hands.
or your heart.
sero appeared beside you like he always didâquiet-footed and comfortably close, smelling faintly of soap and masa and something sweet from dessert you hadn't caught the name of. his sleeves were still pushed up, revealing his forearms, and you hated that you were looking at them. not because they weren't worth looking atâthey wereâbut because it meant your guard was down. again.
"come on," he said softly. "balcony?"
you didn't answer. you just nodded and followed.
the air outside was sharp and clean. the kind of cold that wakes you up without being cruel. you wrapped your arms around yourself more out of instinct than discomfort. the balcony was small, with a windchime shaped like a lizard hanging from the overhang, and a view of soft suburban rooftops and yellow windows scattered like lanterns across the horizon.
you leaned against the wooden railing. he did the same.
neither of you spoke.
you were too full of the evening. of tamales and laughter. of too much touch under the table. of words you'd said with a smile that weren't liesâbut weren't supposed to be true either.
the problem wasn't pretending.
the problem was that pretending didn't feel like pretending anymore.
you didn't know when it had changed. maybe it was gradualâeach time he laced his fingers through yours without asking, or rested his hand on your thigh mid-story, or offered you a grin across the table that was so familiar, so soft, you forgot why you were here in the first place.
but it hit you now, standing beside him in the chillâthis unshakable, irreversible knowledge:
you were in love with him.
god, you were in love with hanta sero.
not just in a surface-level, crush-colored way. not just in the i-like-how-he-makes-me-laugh way. it was deeper than that. older. something that had snuck in when you weren't looking and taken root so quietly you hadn't noticed until it was everywhere.
you were in love with the way he held space. with the way he listened without trying to fix you. with the way he let the world land on him lightly, and still carried it in both hands when it mattered.
you were in love with someone who didn't even know you weren't faking anymore.
you exhaled.
"you're quiet," he said, not looking at you. "regretting it already?"
you shook your head. "no. it's just... weird how easy it was. with your family."
he hummed. "they like you."
"they liked that i made you less annoying."
"that is the highest compliment in my house."
you smiled, faint. "they're sweet. loud, but sweet."
"you kept up fine."
"i think i blacked out for half of it."
"you were golden," he said, softer now. "you always are."
you turned toward him slowly.
the lights from the kitchen spilled faintly through the curtains behind you, catching just enough of his face for you to see how relaxed he looked. how present. how close.
you swallowed.
"hanta?"
he looked over at you, brows raised. "yeah?"
there was a beat of silence.
"i don't know how to lie to you," you said.
he blinked once.
then again, slower.
"what?"
"i mean," you continued, hands curling around the edge of the railing. "i've been trying. all day. and i thought i could. i thought i could pull it offâplay the part, pretendâbut then we got here, and your mom hugged me, and you touched my hand under the table, and i just... i don't know when it stopped being a bit."
his eyes searched your face like he was looking for something he'd already lost.
"hanta," you said again. "i'm in love with you."
his face froze.
the air between you seemed to still. the windchime didn't move. the whole world narrowed into this one pinpoint moment, bright and fragile and terrifying.
he stepped backâjust barely.
"you don't have to keep pretending," he said. carefully. cautiously. "no one's watching anymore. you can drop it."
you stared at him.
"i'm not pretending," you said.
another beat. a sharp exhale.
his lips parted slightly. his brows furrowed, not in confusion, but in disbelief. in the kind of fear that came from wanting something too much and being afraid to reach for it.
"you're serious."
"i've never been more serious about anything in my life."
sero let out a long, shaky laugh. it cracked halfway through.
"say it again," he whispered.
"i'm in love with you."
and this time, you reached for him.
your fingers curled into the fabric of his hoodie, and you felt the moment he meltedâslow and overwhelmed, the way something melts that's been cold for too long.
"you've got to be kidding me," he muttered, leaning into your touch. "i thoughtâgod, i thought i was the only one losing my mind over this."
you smiled, eyes stinging.
"you weren't."
"i've been in love with you since second year," he admitted, voice breaking a little. "you kissed my cheek that one time after i carried your books back from the nurse's office, and i nearly died. like, actual cardiac arrest."
"that was a year ago."
"welcome to my long, slow descent into insanity."
you laughed, quiet and ridiculous.
and then he kissed you.
it wasn't rushed. wasn't showy. it wasn't a fireworks-and-credits-roll kiss.
it was the kind that happened in doorways, in hallways, in quiet rooms where hearts beat too loud. the kind that changed nothing and everything all at once.
he kissed you like he meant it.
you kissed him like you'd been waiting your whole life to.
when you finally pulled apart, his forehead rested against yours.
"you're real?" you whispered, breath catching.
"i better be," he said. "otherwise you've just confessed to a figment of your imagination."
you swallowed a grin.
his thumb traced your cheek.
"i thought this would end in disaster," he said quietly. "that pretending would ruin everything."
The first time you laid your eyes on him, your heart skipped a beat. It felt like the crowded training ground was now totally empty excepting you and him. He was tall, strong and handsome, the bad boy type. You were attracted to him like a magnet but he looked too cool to be with you.
The first time you talked to him, you were more than anxious. You two were paired up to practice sparing. His bigger frame looked even more imposing as he was standing right in front of you. Your heart was beating fast in your ribcage, menacing to get out of it. He spoke to you first, greeting you in a weirdly friendly way. His voice sounded deep but actually quite comforting, it felt like if he sensed your nervousness and tried to sooth it down. He actually did not look so mean to you after that.
The first time you two kissed, it felt just right. His hands were a bit sweaty and you realized that he was quite shy. His fingers held your waist with a surprising gentleness, almost like he was scared to hurt you. His nonchalant attitude crumbled to reveal a softer one. Your lips moved slowly against his, your body burning with passion.Â
The first time he cried in front of you, you understood how many feelings he bottled up over the years. The raw pain and fear in his eyes had you speechless for a moment. When your thumb gently ran on his cheek to wipe his tears, he cried harder. He stayed in your arms for hours, vulnerable like he never been before. Vulnerable because he was worried that this side of him would repulse you. In respond, you took his hand in his, a silent promise to be there no matter what.Â
The first time he almost lost you, you saw his anger. Not toward you but toward himself for failing to protect you. He kept you close for the next missions, not able to sleep correctly at nights and waking up every hour just to make sure you are still breathing next to him. His eyes studied your features, remembering every imperfections that made you perfect. During those moments, he promised himself to protect you no matter what it cost. Â
The first time you made love with him, you witnessed how much passion he held for you. His lips kissed every inch of your body, savoring the feeling and the taste of your warm skin. He took his time to please you, doing everything he could to make this night unforgettable. His fingers left a warm trail of pleasure wherever they went, taking your breath away. You should have felt nervous and scared when he spread your legs but you did not. You felt safe and loved with him, so did he. He kept whispering in your ear praises while moving, his fingers intertwining with yours when your bubble of pleasure finally popped. Your bodies remained close as you drifted toward sleep, your breathes calming down gradually.Â
The first time he held the little bundle in his big arms, you noticed how much of a softie he is with tears coming up to his eyes. Looking at him standing there with your child made your heart clench at a new feeling. The feeling of accomplishment. You made it all the way with him, through the good and the bad days. The only regret you had was that you judged him way too fast the first day you saw him. Because if it was not the coach who paired you two up, maybe you would have never kissed, dated, married but mostly saw who he truly is.
You open your eyes after letting the memories flow back in your head, your eyes falling on him who's resting beside you. He gives you a curious look, raising an eyebrow.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Just how lucky I am to have Reiner Braun in my life."
synopsis: sloppy, messy, drunk sex with your pro hero boyfriend cellophane. thatâs it.
pairing: pro hero!hanta sero x fem!reader
word count: 1.8k
tags/warnings: soft dom!sero, praise, whiny, lazy sex, multiple orgasms, riding, sero eats his cum out of you, missionary, spitting, fingering, finger sucking, p in v
a/n: mmmffghhh....
divider cred: @chrisssiren
Itâs all lewd.Â
The loud slapping of skin that echoes through your shared-bedroom makes the tips of your ears go hot with embarrassment. Seroâs large hands are wrapped around the soft skin of your waist, securing you in place as his hips snap up in a faulty rhythm, fast, punctuating thrusts followed up by lazy, slow ones as he forgets how to keep pace, fully absorbed by the sensation of your wet, gummy walls sucking him in.
You end up having to grip his chin to face you, biting your lip at the dopey, fucked-out smile that greets you in return, accompanied by a soft moan before you tell him to focus.
âPaceâŠHanta..you want me to feel good too, yeah?â you coo at him.Â
You watch as he nods eagerly, steeling himself from merely chasing his own pleasure, spawned by the alcohol induced haze. Itâs not long before he finds a middle ground between what he was doing before. Two ends of a spectrum joining together, and you curse at the way he just gets it. He gets it so right everytimeâeven if he does get carried away some. His fat cock pistons in and out of you, dragging back out slowly before snapping back in hard, moans and praises slipping from his lips every time his sensitive tip brushes up against that spot inside of you that makes you whine and clench around it.
âF-fuckâŠmâI doinâ it right, now..?â He slurs, partially cocky, the other part of him having half a mind still to know heâs not all there enough himself to be cooing at you like this.
You huff, amused by the way heâs still got jokes. You suppose itâs what drew you to him from the beginning though, so you couldnât get annoyed really. You nod, making a show of the way you respond.
âMhmm..! HantaâŠaghhâŠfeels so good..big dick stretching me outâŠâÂ
âYeah? Yeah, baby?â âKiss me then.â He urges, looking at you straight before taking your lips to his, tongues slipping around each otherâs as moans muffle into one noise. Seroâs hands slip down to cup your ass, squeezing the plush flesh of it as he whines into your kiss. A kiss, bittersweet with the taste of whiskey from his tongue and the fruity margaritas you indulged tonight. âYouâre so sweetâŠâ âFucking unreal how perfect you are.â Youâd almost thank him for the compliment if it wasnât for the way your words became choked out moans and wimpy utterances of his name when his thrusts start to speed up. The feeling of his full balls slapping against the seam of your ass makes you toss your head back, the movement allowing him to kiss and suck on your neck, laving over hickeys he leaves down until he reaches your collarbone.
âSo sexyâŠâcanât believe you're my girl,â he grunts, muffled by the way his mouth is latched on one of your nipples. His other hand reaches down between the two of you to rub at your clit, moaning louder against your sweaty skin as you cry out at his thrusts.
âMmmpphhâŠcum..cum,â he groans.
Sero follows you in your orgasm, cumming ropes up into you when your soft hand finds one of his nipples, tweaking the sensitive nub between your fingers before you felt yourself about to cum, spurring him on with you.
âF-fuckâŠ! Hanta..!â You cry, back arching in his lap as he keeps fucking his sticky cum up into you. He mumbles out incoherences; his eyebrows furrow with the whine he lets out, brought on by the sight of the space between you, hazy eyes falling on the creamy, white ring visible every time your bodies separate. âSh-shitâŠâ âLook at us, baby..âso fuckinâ sexy,â
Sero catches you when you fall into him, hissing at the way your pussy keeps clenching around him, length beginning to soften inside of you. His arms keep you upright, steady in his lap while he presses kisses over youâthe top of your head, your temples, your nose, your cheeks, and finally, one to your lips. During it heâs picking you up, maneuvering the both of you to where youâre on your back, heavy, drowsy head hitting the pillows that are drenched in his scent, watching you giggle as he settles between your legs.
âHappy girlâŠâ he coos. âYou feelinâ good still?â He asks with a smirk, sliding his flaccid cock out of you. In response, you close your legs shyly, only to be met with a click of his tongue and a teasing âUh uh,â before his hands are spreading you open again.
âLook at herâŠfull of my cum..â ââCan barely take it all, hm?â He tuts, chuckling at the way you tilt your face into the pillows out of embarrassment.
âHmph. Donât worry, Iâll make it stay in.â And suddenly one of his slender fingers slides inside of you, pushing his cum back in, all while a wicked grin plasters on his face as he watches you gasp loudly.
âYou wanna take my load, yeah? âPretty pussy canât do it herself so mâhelping her.â
âWanna make you cum again too,â he whispers under his breath, traveling downwards so his face is level with your puffy, sensitive core.
You shouldâve expected it. Sero was a nasty man; he lived for kinky shit like this. So his mouth being on you even after he shot his load inside shouldnât have been surprising, shouldnât have elicited your sharp gasp and moan of his name, adding more fuel to his flames of desire. He groans loud at the tug to his silky stands, how they lace around your nimble fingers, damp with sweat as you use him to get a grip of yourself, enough to look down at him. To meet his half-lidded, stupidly-smug eyes that make your stomach twist.
He winks at you. Just in time with how he slides in another one of his fingers, pressing them deep and curling them just right as his tongue flicks relentlessly over your needy clit before sucking hard at it, like heâs trying to will your orgasm out of you.Â
Sero loves it down here, moaning your name while spelling his out on you with his tongue, flattening it while the pads of his fingers deep in you rub with a constant pressure that has your eyes rolling back.
His cum and your slick combine and when he really processes what heâs doing he canât help the way his hips start to rut up against the mattress, easing his fat dick back up.
âHa-HantaâŠAghh..!â You cry, squeezing your eyes shut. âF-feels so good..! Y-your stubble tickles..â you mumble. He laughs, muffled by your core as he eggs you on to your climax.Â
âMhm..? Mhm?âÂ
âY-yes..! Fuck!â You gush around his fingers and into his mouth, whining that the sensation of him eagerly lapping you up. âMmffghhâŠâcould eat this pussy forever..â
For a second, you think itâs over. Meaning the seconds he let you have to come down from your orgasm before he held your legs apart again, biting his lip before stroking his hard-again dick in front of you, getting off for a moment at your watching eyes.
Sero lets his dick rest on your slippery, wet pussy, giggling drunkenly to himself, overjoyed at the situation and about everything that already happened tonight.
âHeheheâŠcan I fuck you again? Please?â he asks, and the dumb smile on his face makes it impossible to say no, nevermind the way your pussy aches for more, pulsing at just the weight of his fat cock resting on it.Â
âY-yes, Hanta..please,â you pant, breathless and needy. Sero picks up your legs, hands clutching at your thighs to wrap them around his waist.
âFuckinâaghâŠhot..â he groans before just starting to drag his head along your folds, rubbing his fat tip on your clit, pushing into it to watch how your eyes roll back. âMhmâŠâ
He starts to grind his dick on your pussy, holding out and teasing the two of you, getting off on the restraint, whimpers falling from his lips.
âS-so wetâŠcould almost justâahhhâŠâÂ
And heâs in, gliding his dick inside with a sigh of relief, starting to thrust. It takes him more than he would like to admit to himself to stop from cumming. Itâs clear in the way his head tilts back and his jaw falls open, shameless moans spilling from his lips, deep and choked out through horny ramblings and his breaks to lick up the drool that seeps from his mouth.
âYeahâŠyeah..youâre so perfect for me..look at those titsâsh-shitâŠâ âYour mouthâs open like you want somethingâŠâ âMore cock? Drunk, dirty whoreâŠsâokay, thoughâŠme too..â
When he manages, Sero fucks into you harder, ramming into your sweet spot again and again, losing himself in the way your slick walls suck him in. âM-made for meâŠâ
âOpen your mouth.â He grunts, slurred. His hand comes to grip your jaw, smirking as you listen, before a fat glob of spit lands on your tongue and you swallow immediately like a dog given a treat.
âFuck yesâŠâ âDo it again.â
This time, his spit dribbles slow out his mouth. Your eyes get to watch the way its string thins before reaching you.Â
âYou like th-that..?â He stutters out. âLove anything from me in that mouth of yours, mm?â He follows up by shoving two of his own fingers into his mouth, slobbering on them before gliding them into yours.Â
âMmmffgh..suck on them while I fuck you then.â
It doesnât take long for the two of you to get close with the way youâve been fucking. Hantaâs cock twitches inside you at the sight of you all pliant and wanton, how you try so hard to train your eyes back on him when they want to roll back so bad, how your spit dribbles out your mouth and coats his lengthy digits, how your hips begin to fuck back up into him.
âG-godâŠyouâfuck! Mâgonna fill you up again!âÂ
âI knowâŠI know..itâs so good..I love fucking my girl..wanna watch you gush on this cock againâfuck..please, baby..â
âNnghhâŠ! Agh..!â
âY-yeah..shit! ShitâŠ!â
You cry out at the way he fucks you through your orgasms, how you can feel his hot cum leak from his cock in ropes, dragging back out everytime he pulls back, mixing with your release in a sticky mess. He groans as you pulse around him, smaller hands grasping at his back.
âOh-ohhâŠâ you whimper, head tilting into the bedding.
Hanta leans down, panting hard before stilling. His lips press a sweet kiss against your temple in silent appreciation of you, for letting him do all that and for liking it too, for being his girl and calling him your man.
âLove youâŠâ ââDonâ wanna clean upâŠâ he complains.
You laugh, hugging him tighter to you, melding your sweaty bodies together. âLove you, too.â
synopsis: there are very few people rindou haitani trusts with his life. even fewer heâd let tie him to a bed.
rating/warnings: explicit sexual content, established relationship, soft rin, sub rin, praise and degradation, edging, spanking, bonten timeline
words: 4,6k+
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There were a lot of things you could say about Rindou Haitani. Bonten executive, menace with a lazy grin, the guy whoâd crank his DJ set at 3 a.m. just to see how long it took his brother to start yelling at him from the other room.
Most of what people said about him would be true. Not all of it would matter.
He was loud when he felt like it, social and extroverted. The kind of person who filled a room without even trying. Back when they were younger, he lived for nights that never really ended, jumping from one club to the next, drinks in hand and everything else pushed to the side. Nights where people let go a little too much and didnât always like what they remembered in the morning.
For all the bickering, he loved Ran. He just wasnât the type to say it out loud. Never had been. It showed in other ways instead. In the way they moved in sync during fights, like a single entity. The way they always made sure the other was okay before checking on themselves. Or in the small things. Like showing up late, tossing a Mont Blanc onto the table without a word when Ran was going through the motions.
Because the truth was, Rindou noticed everything.
He saw right through people, past the versions they carefully constructed and the image they tried so hard to maintain. He found enjoyment in picking peopleâs lies apart, noticing the little slips that would later be used as ammunition to humiliate them when the time seemed ripe. Behind his bored expression and uninterested demeanor, Rindou caught everything. And that is what made him dangerous.
Because Rindou Haitani was violent, too. There was no soft way to put that and no version of the truth that put him in a better light. The younger Haitani was an excellent fighter, and worse yet, could be frighteningly cruel when he wanted to be and sometimes when he didnât need to be. For all the reputation that preceded Ran, in adulthood it was usually Rindou who people feared more. Even the lowest guys in Bonten knew better than to get on his bad side, because if Rindou got his hands on you, it wouldnât be quick. The angles, the pressure, exactly how much force it took to make a bone give. He was an expert at making you suffer. And the worst part? He loved every single second of it.
Maybe that should have been enough to scare you off. But there was one thing people got consistently wrong about Rindou Haitani. And who could blame them, really, looking in from the outside? Rindou was many things, but never a bad partner.
Whatever Bonten had turned him into and whatever blood-stained horrors he left behind after a job well done, none of it ever followed him back to you. Of course, he couldnât hide those parts of himself. Didnât want to. But in the comfort of his own home, different sides of him were allowed to surface, too.
The carefree one, that still liked to be silly and play his DJ sets from his teenage years for you. Who would pick you up bridal style and carry you to the couch giggling.
The caring one, that liked seeing you happy. Maybe more than heâd ever admit out loud. The side that made sure a light wouldnât stay broken long enough for you to complain about it or that important events never crept up on him.Â
The concerned one that knew about the dangers of life with a bonten executive where safety or coming home alive wasnât always a guarantee. That sometimes regretted putting you in this position, but never once regretted choosing you.
And finally, the vulnerable one. The one who didnât ask for much. Didnât really know how to. The one whoâd never learned how to voice his own emotional needs and relied on you to read between the lines, to notice the pauses and subtle tells he never bothered hiding from you. And over time, you learned how to.Â
So when he stepped into the dimly lit apartment that night, his shoulders hanging low, a smear of blood along his collar already drying, you knew exactly what kind of night it had been. The dark circles under his eyes a sign of exhaustion that went deeper than just lack of sleep.Â
âBad night?â you asked, not really expecting an answer.
âMhm.â Rindou hummed, walking over to you and pulling you into a firm hug. His cheek pressed against the top of your head, his strong arms wrapping around you, holding you close. You let your arms slip around his waist, face resting against his chest as a quiet content smile formed on your lips. Youâd missed him.
âWanna tell me about it?â you asked, softer still.
He shook his head just slightly.Â
Of course you werenât oblivious to his work. You knew exactly what he did and who he worked with, had actually gotten quite close to Koko and even Sanzu over the years - a fact he initially wasnât too excited about. Still, when it came to the gritty, brutal details, Rindou rarely felt the need to share. You were his safe haven. Here, in your shared apartment, with you, he could just be Rindou and he didnât need Bonten to take that away from him, too.
You helped him shrug out of his jacket, hanging it neatly on a hook by the door while he kicked off his shoes. He rubbed at his stiff neck as he made his way to the sofa and plopped down. You wandered into the kitchen, suddenly craving a drink. You grabbed two cans and handed one to him, settling back on the couch beside him.
The crack of the cans opening filled the room. You both took a long sip, and Rindou rested his head against the back of the sofa, eyes drifting over to you with content ease. You were sitting with your back against one of the armrests, head turned toward him, and the younger Haitani pulled your legs onto his lap to start massaging them.Â
âHow was your day?â Rindou asked.
âBoring meeting after boring meeting,â you sighed, thinking back to the uneventful day at the office. âLunch was fun, but when I came home, one of the neighbors stopped to complain about the noise last weekend.â You laughed, not sure they would be quite as brave if they knew the real identity of the resident in the other apartment.
Rindou, unlike his brother, didnât value anonymity. Your shared apartment was still luxurious, huge, and you were sure the bill could send you into a coma, but while Ran enjoyed his privacy, Rindou preferred a lively neighborhood in a better part of Tokyo.
âHmm. They better get used to it,â he said, tracing circles on your legs and taking another sip of his beer.
Sometimes he felt bad about leaving you home alone for so long. Some weeks he was around a lot, but other times work required him to be gone for days at a time with practically no notice. Organized crime rarely followed a schedule, which led to many canceled dates and postponed trips. You always assured him it was fine, but he couldnât help the guilty feeling.
Rindou leaned over you, fingers holding your face as he pulled you into a slow but passionate kiss. You melted into him, kissing back and grabbing a handful of his shirt. You had been with him so long, yet every kiss felt just as exhilarating as the first. You would never get tired of how perfectly he fit against you and were sure you would remember the taste of him forever.
Your lips moved against his, and his tongue asked for quiet entry, which you were more than happy to give. Rindou let his hands wander, from your neck down to your back and waist, until eventually they landed on your ass, pulling you a little closer. A pleased sounds left his lips at the lack of fabric. He loved when you wore his big shirts with nothing but some shorts or a pair of panties underneath. You sighed into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck, egging him on as his hand wandered further, explored your body. They eventually settled between your thighs, ready to pull your panties aside.
Without a warning you leaned back, breaking the kiss. The younger Haitani looked at you, confused.
âI was thinking,â you started, placing a brief kiss on his neck as an apology, âI want to try something new tonight.â
Rindou looked at you quizzically, unsure what to make of the sudden request. âSomething new?â He raised an eyebrow.
You nodded. âI want to⊠take care of you andâŠâ You werenât sure how to convince him.
âCan I tie you up?â
Rindou looked at you surprised, genuinely not knowing what to say
âIâm not sure IâŠâ he started. You knew full well the younger Haitani wouldnât agree immediately. He never outright said it, but pleasing you, seeing your blissed-out face, fueled his ego immensely. The knowledge that only he got to see this version of you, that only he could make you feel that good, always pushed him further.
âBaby, I should be taking care of you,â he said simply. Even after a bad day at work, he still wanted to spoil you. You leaned forward, straddling his lap now, your fingers brushing his hair back, hands cupping his face.
âYou always do that anyway, Rin,â you replied, your voice soft and laced with quiet admiration. âJust push that ego of yours to the side and let me return the favor for once.â
âAnd tying me up is required becauseâŠ?â
You laughed softly. âBecause I know you wouldnât be able to keep your hands to yourself otherwise.â
His eyes met yours, and you could see the hesitation. And buried even deeper, a need he rarely let surface. A want to be taken care of. To feel your touch and just exist in it for a while.
âPlease,â you mouthed, placing a featherlight kiss on his lips.
Rin sighed dramatically, though he was clearly pretending, and pressed his forehead against yours. âFine,â he finally said. âBut youâre not taking this from me.â
Before you could react, he hooked his arms under your legs, the other steady at your back, and stood up in one smooth motion. Not a single sign of strain as he carried you toward the bedroom, bridal style.
âRiiin,â you laughed in his arms, âyouâre hopeless.â
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Rindou placed you down on the bed, the mattress dipping under your weight. He started unbuttoning his vest, tossing it somewhere into the corner of the room before doing the same with his shirt.
In the meantime, you crawled further up the bed, reaching for one of the pillows and pulling out a pair of police-grade handcuffs from underneath. The lavender-haired man followed your movement. âYou littleâŠâ he muttered, voice clearly amused. âYou had this planned all along, huh?â
You shot him a grin. âKnew you couldnât say no to me.â
Rindou had gotten stripped off everything but his briefs, the dim light catching on his toned body and the few small scars scattered across his skin. He stepped closer to the bed, bending down, ready to hover over you, when you stopped him.
âAh-ah,â you said, patting the space next to you. âSit down here.â
He looked at you for a moment, considering arguing, but eventually decided he didnât quite have the energy for it. So instead he sat, the soft mattress giving way, eyes fixed on you. You were still only dressed in one of his favorite t-shirts and a pair of lacy underwear, so straddling him was easy. You climbed onto his lap, settling there, a self-satisfied grin playing on your lips as you looked down at him.
âHands, please,â you said.
And to your surprise, Rindou obliged with no hesitation, lifting his arms and resting them above his head against the headboard.
You leaned over him, the metallic clink of the handcuffs filling the quiet as you opened them and secured his wrists to the bars of the bed. You gave them a pull, making sure they were tight enough that he couldnât slip out but not enough to hurt.
When you sat back, facing him again, something in Rindouâs expression had shifted.
âCat got your tongue?â you teased.
The younger Haitani looked at you, a hint of defiance returning to his features. âWouldnât dream of it. Iâm paying you back after this,â he said.
You chuckled and leaned in, placing a soft kiss on his cheek before lifting his chin so he had to look at you.
âWell,â you murmured, âall I have to do is not let you go, then.â
You reached back for the pillow again and pulled out a piece of fabric - a blindfold.
âThat wasnât part of the deal,â Rindou said, but you hushed him, pressing a finger gently against his lips.
âMaybe youâre not the only one who doesnât play fair,â you teased. âYou canât expect me to be around you and not pick up a few bad habits.â
You tied the fabric over his eyes, securing it at the back of his head, then waved your hand in front of his face to make sure he couldnât see anything.
Satisfied, you settled back down, your clothed core resting against his.
âRinâŠâ There was a hint of surprise in your voice. He was already hard.
You pressed down against him, letting your weight add some friction as you rocked back and forth. Rindouâs lips pressed into a thin line. You placed your hands on his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin as you kept the movement going, the two layers of fabric keeping you from feeling him fully.
The air felt charged, heavy, and you let out a small gasp as his bulge brushed against your clit, your thighs pressing together involuntarily.
Deciding you wanted to take things slower, you moved away from him, settling between his legs instead. Your fingers hooked under his waistband as you motioned for him to lift his hips a bit. When he did, you pulled his briefs down in one smooth motion, discarding them on the floor with the rest of his clothes. The sudden exposure made Rindou shift slightly, the cool air hitting his skin.
You couldnât help but stare. âSo pretty for me.â
âTch,â Rindou clicked his tongue, turning his head slightly, but the twitch of his cock gave him away. Who wouldâve thought it took this little to reduce the bone-crushing Bonten executive to a mess.
You placed one of your hands on his thigh, fingers ghosting over his skin, moving up and down, always stopping just short of where he wanted you most. Your nails left faint scratches behind, and Rindouâs breathing grew heavier, his hands loosening slightly against the restraints.
You kept it up for a while longer, until eventually your boyfriend started bucking his hips up toward you.
âStop the teasing,â he managed to get out, breath uneven. You couldnât help but smile.
âOh, Iâm just getting started.â
Your hand moved to his abdomen, pressing him further into the pillows, putting more tension on his arms. You leaned down in front of him, your face just inches from him. Your breath alone was enough to send a shiver down Rindouâs spine. Not knowing what you would do next was driving him insane.
You wrapped your hand around him, applying light pressure at the base before dragging your tongue slowly along the underside. Rindou let out a breathy moan, and you felt yourself react instantly, pussy clenching around nothing. God, he sounded perfect.
Encouraged, you repeated the motion, slow and deliberate, letting your saliva coat him. Eventually, you took him into your mouth and tested the rhythm, your movements careful at first. Rindou tried to hold back, his muscles tensing, clearly trying to not buck up into you. Wanting to hold onto whatever semblance of control he thought he still had.
You adjusted, taking him deeper, your tongue tracing along the vein as you moved.
 âFuuuckâ Rindou finally groaned, his hips lifting, hands pulling against the cuffs with a metallic clink. He wanted to touch you, to tangle his fingers in your hair, to guide you, but he couldnât. He fucking couldnât. The darkness behind the blindfold only made everything more intense. All he could focus on was the pull at his wrists and the feeling of your mouth wrapped around him.
His skin felt like it was burning, and you showed no sign of slowing down.
Instead, you added your hand, moving it in time with your mouth, the added pressure drawing another strained sound from him. The noises he made were almost sinful, and you could feel just how much it affected you, too. Your own breathing grew uneven, quiet sounds slipping past your lips as you kept going, eyes half-lidded and saliva dribbling down your chin. The fitted sheets were already a mess, but you couldnât care less.
Your boyfriend couldnât help but buck up into you, desperately chasing his release now. He was moving without shame, helpless in his endeavor to make you go faster by gripping your hair, the restraints digging into his wrists. You could feel him throb inside your mouth, felt the erratic stutter of his hips. The nails of your left hand dug into his flesh while your right made quick work of cock, stroking up and down while you worked your mouth on him, taking him all the way in
âIâ⊠Iâm gonna,â Rindou stuttered, breath hitching. âFucking hell.â But he didnât need to tell you. You already knew he was close, could feel it in the way his body tensed beneath you. So you ignored the tears prickling at the corners of your eyes and kept the relentless pace up, taking him all the way in and forcing yourself to stay still. Rindou released into you with a low groan, legs trembling and breathing labored, the tension finally snapping. You savored every sound he made and willed away your gag reflex, determined to swallow his release. When you finally let his cock slip from your lips, it left with a soft pop.
The Bonten executive was still trying to catch his breath as you slowly propped yourself up, just enough to hover over him. You leaned in, placing kisses all over his chest and belly, soft and lingering, each one filled with quiet affection. Finally, you caught his lips in a deep, passionate kiss, the taste of him still faintly on your tongue. Rindouâs breath hitched sharply when your hand found his slowly softening cock again, and he hissed, his sensitivity still at an all-time high.
âYou didnât think that was all, right?â you teased, your voice light, thumb tracing over his slit and smearing the remnants of his cum over it in slow, deliberate motions.
âAt least take these off, so I-â
You kissed him again, cutting the protest off at its core.
âNot happening,â you breathed against his lips, pulling back just enough to spit into your hand and coat his cock with it.
Rindou hissed, his body twitching under the sensation. âSâtoo much⊠Iâm stillâŠâ
âIâm sure my pretty boy can handle more.â
Rindou pulled at the handcuffs behind his head, clearly trying to break free now. You didnât let it distract you. Instead, you traced slow, deliberate kisses along his jawline, working your way down to his neck. You lingered there before continuing to his shoulder, where you bit down gently, sucking at the skin until it flushed beneath your lips. You wanted to leave your mark on him - to make him feel even a fraction of what he usually made you feel.
âAll mine,â you breathed, licking over the spot as you released the tender flesh.
Rindou let out a whine, one unlike anything youâd ever heard from him before. It shot straight through you, soiling your panties even more, if that was even possible. But tonight wasnât about you. It was about him. And so you forced yourself to ignore the heat pooling low in your core, focusing instead on him, on every small reaction he gave you. Your hand moved along his shaft again, slower this time, gauging every subtle shift in his breathing, every twitch of his body, adjusting the pressure and pace just enough to draw out the most delicious sounds.
A faint sheen of sweat had started to form on Rindouâs body, catching the dim light as his muscles tensed and released beneath your touch. His lips were red, kissed raw, parted slightly as uneven breaths slipped past them. He looked absolutely sinful like this.
A strange sense of possessiveness washed over you as you shifted closer to him, finally pushing your panties down your legs and discarding them before settling back onto his lap. This time, nothing separated you. No fabric, no barrier, just skin against skin. Your slit pressed down against his shaft, the friction immediate and intoxicating, drawing a soft shudder from your body.
Rindou reacted just as strongly, his head falling back as his hips bucked up into you on instinct. You grabbed onto his shoulder for leverage, your other hand curling around his neck as you began to rock your hips slowly, deliberately. Your arousal coated him quickly, slick and warm, and every movement grew easier, wetter. Heat pooled deep in your core, your breath catching as you ground down against him, your nails digging into his skin.
Rindouâs groans and heavy breathing filled the room, low and uneven. He tilted his head upward, facing where he thought you were, trying and hopelessly failing to regain some semblance of control.
âNeed more,â he muttered, voice rough and strained. âI want to feel you.â
Your body reacted instantly, a sharp twitch of need at how wrecked he already sounded.
âBut arenât you already?â you teased, though your voice betrayed the fake composure. You werenât sure how much longer you could keep this up, but you wanted to hear it. Wanted him to beg.
Rindou bit down on his lip, stubbornness flickering across his expression despite everything. He stayed quiet for a moment, holding out, until you suddenly picked up your pace. Your hips rolled harder against him, your slick spreading, practically dripping over his cock as you leaned in, letting soft, breathy moans spill right against his ear.
âFuck,â he broke, head falling back again, his composure slipping completely. His hands strained against the cuffs with a sharp metallic clink. âI donât care⊠please. Just- please give me more. I need it. I need to feel you. Put it inside, fuck⊠I want to feel you squeezing me. PleaseâŠâ
Whatever restraint you had left snapped instantly.
You lifted your hips, hand wrapping around his cock to guide him. Lining him up with your entrance, you didnât hesitate. You sank down onto him in one smooth motion. The sudden stretch pulled a gasp from you, your head falling back as the feeling hit you all at once.
He filled you perfectly.
Rindouâs thighs trembled beneath you, his head falling to the side as a broken sound left him, somewhere between a groan and a breath. He melted into the sensation, completely overtaken, your tightness and warmth overwhelming him in the best possible way.
Your fingers found his jaw, angling it towards you and your lips found his in a heated kiss. Rindou leaned in as far as he could, his tongue running hot over your mouth. You parted your lips, granting him entry, and soon he was exploring you, his tongue meeting yours, moaning into you.
You met him with the same desperation, lips pressing into his, teeth catching lightly on his lower lip as you kept up the steady rhythm of your hips. He was buried impossibly deep inside you, and you could feel everything, the way you clenched around him, the way your body reacted to every movement.
When the tip of his cock brushed against your cervix, a sharp, heated sensation shot through you. Your vision blurred, thoughts going hazy as you chased that high.Rindou rested his head against your shoulder now, his ragged breaths hot against your skin as he felt you tighten around him.
âIâm-â the words caught in his throat. âKeep going⊠fuck, Iâm close,â he managed, his hips snapping up into you as much as the position allowed.
You didnât slow down. If anything, you held on tighter, crescent-shaped marks forming on his skin where your fingers dug in. One of your hands moved between your bodies, finding your clit, rubbing quick, desperate circles.
Your legs ached, but you ignored then. Your mind was full of nothing but him. The way he felt, his desperate sounds, the way he twitched inside you, drawing another involuntary squeeze from you in response. Your hips lifted and dropped again, almost pulling away completely before sinking back down, the motion enough to push both of you closer to the edge.
You came together with a deep, broken moan, bodies trembling as pleasure rushed through them. Your legs shook, barely holding you up, while Rindou sank back into the pillows, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath.
Your legs felt wobbly, and you stayed there for a moment, just taking it all in. His warmth still inside you, the slowly softening cock and steady rise and fall of his chest beneath you, the comfortable silence that now filled the room. Even his hands, still secured in the cuffs. You wanted to remember this. Every second of it.Â
Carefully, you reached forward and untied the blindfold. Rindou scrunched his face slightly as it came off, his eyes unfocused, blinking a few times as he adjusted. Even the dim light seemed too much at first, making him squint.
Slowly, you eased yourself off him, your hands gliding over the sheets until you found the key. With a small twist and a soft click, the restraints came undone, and Rindouâs arms fell limply to the bed, his muscles finally giving out after being held up for so long.Â
You leaned back into him, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. âHow are you feeling?â
The younger Haitani opened his eyes fully this time and turned his head toward you, taking a slow breath as he grounded himself. His hand settled at the small of your back, warm and steady, his thumb tracing lazy circles against your skin.
Rindou pulled you into a slow kiss.
âMuch betterâŠâ he admitted honestly, his voice softer than usual.
His eyes searched your face, taking you in like he was afraid to miss a single detail. There was something unguarded in his expression now, something rare. His hand tightened ever so slightly against your back, assuring and familiar.
âI love you,â he said.
He reserved those words for quiet, meaningful moments like this. He showed them every day through his actions, in all the little things he did for you, but hearing them spoken aloud was rare. And because of that, you treasured them even more.
âI love you too, Rin,â you whispered before meeting his lips in a soft kiss, one filled with emotion, carrying everything said and unsaid between you.
No, Rindou Haitani wasnât a good man in the conventional sense. But here, in this moment, you couldnât imagine wanting anyone else. And for as long as you could, you would make sure he always had a place to come back to - a place outside of Bonten, far from the bloodshed and noise.
A place where he could be more than that. Where he could be soft, loved, unguarded. A place that reminded him this was part of who he was, too.
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