♡ hi there! i'm zaraius, but you can call me zar or zara. :3
♡ i'm new here and i mainly write for hange zoë from attack on titan!
♡ i usually write for fem!reader, but it can vary depending on your request ofcourse. :D
♡ i usually write fluff and slight angst if you squint really hard, i'm working on trying to improve my smut writing skills. so for those who wish to request smut, please wait until then. :'>
♡ i don't exclusively write for hange, feel free to request me anything! i am familiar with most animes, especially attack on titan, my hero academia, tokyo revengers, jujutsu kaisen and many more. though it might take some time since i often research about the character's personality and behavior before writing. i am always open to different requests! ^^
♡ i won't always get your request done before the week ends as i have other things to do, but i usually get it done in 2-3 days! + i mostly write oneshots. :p
♡ please don't request me anything weird like gore or pedophilia ;w;
♡ i'm very busy as of the moment due to personal reasons. please understand that i might only get to accommodate 1 request per week. i'll be active by may-july!
note: i heard you, rindou lovers! this is for y'all (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) ‹𝟹
tags: mdni 18+, best friend rindou, friends with benefits, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, angst/comfort, use of alcohol, fingering
🎴🎌 ctto of this gorgeous fanart <33
after the fifth call went straight to voicemail, panic finally completely took over. your heart was beating way too fast in your chest with the guilt that's heavy enough that got you overthinking.
you had kicked the guy out of your apartment the second you realized what happened. you find yourself frantically searching for your phone in the blankets, but rindou was apparently already gone.
so here you are, driving through the storm straight to his place in hopes to find him. he'll be there right?
it was still raining heavily outside, and naturally, in your rush, you had forgotten to bring an umbrella. somehow, you thought you had one in the car too.
the second you pushed open the car door to step out, the downpour gave you a decent soaking. water drenched your clothes instantly, plastering your hair to your face. that aside, you just made a run for the front porch, shivering and wiping rain out of your eyes.
knock knock knock.
nothing. just the loud sound of water crashing against the roof tiles.
knock knock knock.
and finally, the door unlocked with a slow click and pulled open.
standing in the doorway wasn't who you were hoping for.
it was ran.
he looked like he had literally just dragged himself out of bed. his hair was a messy nest, one eye barely open, and his shirt was hanging completely lopsided off his shoulder. he blinked down at you, slowly processing your drenched appearance.
"geez, are you still playing in the rain at this age?" ran jokingly said, his voice raspy from sleep. a lazy smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth despite how sleepy he looked.
normally, you would have laughed or thrown a witty insult right back. being so much of a good friend with rindou kinda almost made them like your family in a sense. you were comfortable enough to raid their fridge, complain about their loud music, or crash in whenever you felt like it.
only it was not ‘family’ family. not exactly anymore.
because beneath the surface, everything had shifted between you and rindou. a line had been crossed, a secret world built in closed doors and dark bedrooms, and crazy enough, you both chickened out to admit the truth.
you were both in love.
completely, hopelessly, and totally terrified to say a single word about it. idiots.
"is rindou here?" you asked, your voice trembling a little from the cold water dripping down your back and the sheer panic bouncing around in your chest.
before he even answered, he stepped back and opened the door wider, letting you in out of the freezing rain.
"he’s probably in his room," ran muttered, rubbing his eye with the back of his hand as he yawned loudly. "aw damn, now i gotta mop the floor."
"i owe you one, ran," you said over your shoulder as you quickly made your way down the hallway toward rindou's room.
knock knock knock.
nothing. just the faint sound of the rain still beating against the roof.
knock knock knock.
still nothing.
"rindou, don't be a big baby. i'm coming in," you said, reaching down to twist the metal handle.
you opened the door, only to be greeted by darkness and an empty room.
where's rindou?
he's not answering his phone.
he's not in his bedroom.
he's... well, gone.
a strange weight settled deep in your chest as you stared at the neat and quiet space of his room. you had driven all the way here through a total storm, full of panic and desperate to fix things, only to end up in a room with no sign of him.
before you could even catch a cold standing there drenched, you decided to change into his clothes. you walked into his bathroom, hanging your soaking wet shirt and pants over the towel bar for the moment. then you went over to his dresser, ravaging through the drawers until you pulled out a giant hoodie and a clean pair of boxers.
comfy.
they smelled just like him, a faint mix of clean laundry and expensive cologne, which only made your heart ache a little harder.
you pulled out your phone and tried giving him a call again, but it just went straight to voicemail just like before.
nothing.
sighing softly, you walked back out into the hallway to look for ran. you found him chilling in the living room, sitting on the couch with a mug in hand, looking like he was still slowly processing life.
you walked over and sat down on the other end of the sofa, curling your legs up under the oversized hoodie.
ran glanced over at you, taking a slow sip from his mug before setting it down on the glass table. he noticed your sour mood immediately, the dark shadow over your face was way too heavy for a random late night visit.
"what's with the tragic look?" ran asked, throwing an arm over the back of the couch and offering a lazy grin. "did rindou finally decide to lock you out for stealing all his clothes again? cuz honestly, i don't blame the guy. you look like a giant floating sweatshirt."
you didn't laugh. you didn't even roll your eyes. you just stared blankly at the dark television screen across the room, your fingers tightly gripping the edge of the hoodie sleeve.
ran's quiet smile faded just a little. he shifted his posture, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, his eyes fixed on your quiet expression.
"hey," he said, his voice turning much softer now, dropping the playful banter. "seriously, what happened? he probably just went to the convenience store or just went out for a stroll. you know him."
"he's not answering my calls, ran," you murmured, your voice thick with a heavy knot of emotion. "he's avoiding me."
"avoiding you?" ran scoffed lightly, though there was a sudden sharp awareness in his eyes. "that idiot practically worships you. why on earth would he avoid you out of the blue?”
"well, he's doing it right now," you whispered, looking down at your hands in your lap. "i messed up. i think i really ruined everything this time."
ran studied your pale face in silence for a long moment. he watched the way your bottom lip trembled, the way your shoulders sagged with a kind of quiet heartbreak he had never seen on you before. the air between you two suddenly grew very heavy.
and then, just like that, ran caught the vibe of what you couldn't say.
the dots connected in his mind so fast it made his eyes widen just a tiny bit. the frantic late night arrival, the soaking clothes, rindou vanishing into the middle of the storm, and the sheer desperation in your eyes.
"oh shit," ran said under his breath, leaning back slowly as the realization hit him straight in the chest.
"what?" you asked, glancing up with a confused furrow in your brow.
"you like him, don't you?" ran asked bluntly.
"what? no! who said that?" you blurted out instantly, your cheeks flushing a deep red as your voice cracked. "that's totally not what this is. we're just friends. we just..."
"right, friends who look like their world just ended because the other one is not answering a phone call at like three in the morning," ran said, raising an eyebrow at you. he shook his head with a quiet sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. "you two are such absolute idiots, i swear. it's actually painful to watch. he literally goes out of his way every single day because he is so completely in lo-"
ran stopped himself just in time.
his jaw snapped shut so fast you could almost hear it click. his eyes went wide for a split second before he forced his face back into a completely neutral mask.
you froze, staring at him. "because he's what?"
ran cleared his throat loudly, waving a dismissive hand in the air as if trying to physically wipe the last five seconds out of the room.
"nothing," ran said smoothly. "just saying he's an idiot. anyway, look at you, you’re still shivering, you can stay here tonight. go sleep in his bedroom. i'll contact him and figure the fuck out where his dumb ass is in this rain."
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you did not even realize that you had already fallen asleep in rindou's bedroom. to be fair, you were completely exhausted, and the emotional toll of the night had drained every last bit of energy out of you. plus, it was already the fucking crack of dawn, the sky outside was pale, bruised blue behind the heavy rain.
it was not until you were woken up by the sound of the bedroom door opening that your eyes fluttered open.
scratching your eye, you pushed yourself up on one elbow and checked over your shoulder to see who it was. "rindou?"
man, he was fucking drunk.
he was swaying slightly in the doorway, his hair a total mess, his shirt hanging loosely off one shoulder, and the sharp scent of heavy alcohol instantly cutting through the quiet room.
standing up from the bed, you quickly went over to him because he was doing that typical heavy drunk walk that would definitely knock over anything in its way.
"rin, where were you? i was so worried," you said softly, wrapping an arm around his waist to help guide him over to his bed.
"is this a dream?" he asked, his voice raspy and slurred as he basically plopped down onto the mattress, dragging you down slightly with his heavy weight.
sitting down right by his side, you pressed a hand to his arm. "rin, answer me. where were you?"
"where's your boyfriend?" he asked, keeping his eyes completely closed. he reached up with a slow, clumsy hand, taking off his glasses and tossing them onto the side table without even looking.
"rin, can we talk?" you murmured, reaching out to hold his hand, lacing your fingers through his cold ones.
"we're already talking," he muttered into the pillow.
"rin, i'm serious."
slowly opening his heavy eyes, he took you in. his gaze lingered on the fact that you were wearing his clothes, nothing more under them probably, his expression unreadable for a long second. then he sat up, leaning back against the headboard with a slow, heavy breath.
"okay, fine. what is it?"
"i just wanted to apologize-"
you didn't even finish your sentence as rindou suddenly started to remove his top. he pulled the shirt over his head in one smooth motion, tossing it onto the floor and leaving his bare chest exposed in the dim morning light.
"wassup?" he asked, leaning close, his heavy gaze dropping straight to your lips.
the sudden tension in the room spiked instantly.
"rin, stop, i'm trying to talk to you," you whispered, but your breath hitched as he suddenly reached out, pulling you by your hips straight into his lap.
you ended up straddling him, your knees resting on either side of his hips. before you could even protest, rindou buried his face straight into the crook of your neck. his mouth was hot against your skin, leaving a trailing kiss right over your pulse point that made your whole body go completely weak.
"rin..." you gasped softly, hands pressing weakly against his bare shoulders. "listen to me-"
"i'm listening," he mumbled against your skin, his hands slithering down your back to grip your hips through the soft fabric of his clothes.
rindou leaned up, his lips sliding up under your ear, kissing you so deeply it completely stole the air right out of your lungs. it was desperate, possessive, and heavy with a bitter edge that made your head spin. your fingers instinctively tangled into his messy hair, pulling him closer even as you tried to keep your mind clear.
"i'm sorry about tonight," you choked out between his heavy kisses, your chest heaving against his. "the guy... he meant nothing, rin. i was just-"
he did not let you finish. keeping his heavy gaze locked onto yours, rindou slid his hand down to settle right between your thighs. through the thin layer of his boxers, his warm fingers began to rub slow and precise circles straight over your clit.
a helpless gasp tore from your throat, your hips instinctively arching up against his touch.
"rin, wait, f-fuck you're not even listening to me!” you whined, your hands gripping his bare shoulders tightly as the agonizing tease sent a shudder straight down your spine. "i'm trying to explain-"
ignoring your weak complaints, rindou slipped his hand right underneath the waistband of the boxers, going straight into your folds. his fingers were hot, slicking through your wetness without a single second of hesitation, hitting your sensitive spot so precisely it made your vision go blurry.
"fuck, rin!" you cried out, your head snapping back as he began to slide two fingers deep inside you, working you with a steady and punishing rhythm.
"no," his voice a dark rumble against your ear, completely out of his mind with jealousy, liquor, and probably agony. his movements turned frantic, deep and completely overwhelming as he stroked you from the inside out. "no, fuck that. i'm the only one who gets to touch you like this."
you gasped, your breath catching completely in your throat. "w-what?"
"i'm the only one," rindou repeated, his forehead dropping against yours, his hot, heavy breath fanning across your flushed face while his hand kept moving, driving you straight over the edge. his eyes were completely wrecked with emotion as he stared straight into yours. “you spent the whole night trying to replace me, but you're thinking of me. don't you, huh?”
"rin..."
"i can't fucking take it anymore," he choked out, the cool, aloof facade completely shattering right in front of you. his free hand shifted its grip to your throat, applying just the right pressure. "man, i'm fucking in love with you. why can't you see that?"
the room went almost dead silent, save for the wet sound of his fingers inside you, the sound of the rain outside, and your heavy, synchronized breathing.
you froze completely on top of him, staring at his eyes in total shock.
"y-you... what?" you whispered, your heart hammering so hard against your ribs it felt like it was going to break.
"i'm in love with you," rindou spat out, looking away for a second like the words physically pained him to admit, before dragging his eyes right back to yours. "i've been in love with you for fucking forever. it's driving me insane. it's making me sick."
a heavy, breathless tear slipped down your cheek before you could even stop it.
you reached out, both of your hands cupping his face, your palms warm against his flushed cheeks as you forced him to keep looking at you.
"since when?" you choked out, your voice trembling terribly as his fingers halted moving inside you, coming to a complete standstill against your sore, slick core. "rin, since when?"
"since always," rindou muttered, his eyes searching yours, his voice dropping into a quiet murmur. "since way before we made up those stupid fucking rules."
you let out a wet, broken laugh, your hands slipping down from his cheeks to slowly drag his slick hand out from under the waistband of the boxers you're wearing. he watched you, completely frozen and breathless, as you lifted his hand to your mouth. keeping your eyes locked onto his, you slid his two fingers past your lips, sucking them completely clean, taking in the salty, hot taste of yourself while his chest heaved beneath you.
rindou let out a ragged groan, his entire body going rigid at the view.
"you're a complete idiot," you sobbed softly, lowering his wet hand and resting your palms flat over his bare chest, right over his wildly beating heart. "i've been in love with you this whole time, too."
rindou blinked, completely stunned. "what?"
"it was always you," you whispered, leaning in so close your lips brushed against his with every word. "i only brought that guy home because i thought you were never going to look at me like this. because i thought what we have was just convenient to you. i was terrified of losing you, rin.”
a broken swear escaped his lips. the agonizing weight that had been crushing his chest for months completely vanished in a single breath, replaced by a sudden, overwhelming wave of pure relief.
"you're so fucking stupid," he choked out, though a soft, disbelieving laugh bubbled up from his throat.
he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you down against his bare chest until there was zero space left between you two. you buried your face into the warm crook of his neck, breathing in his scent, feeling the heavy, steady thud of his heart against yours.
rindou squeezed you tight, his large hand gently pressing against the back of your head, burying his fingers into your hair. he pressed a soft, lingering kiss into your hair, then another on your temple, just holding you close in the quiet, dim room while the rain kept pouring softly outside.
"question," he murmured softly, his thumb gently tracing small circles over your back.
"shoot," you whispered back, resting your forehead against his chest.
"girlfriend?"
you pulled back just enough to look at him, raising an eyebrow with a tiny smirk. "is that even a question?"
"just answer it," he grunted, his eyes searching yours.
"girlfriend," you said softly, leaving no room for doubt. "question."
"shoot," rindou mimicked, his tired gaze softening completely.
"boyfriend?"
"boyfriend," he whispered back, pulling you straight down into a slow, quiet kiss.
The night Rindo Haitani decided to break his own rule about bringing strangers home, the rain had been falling hard enough to drown the city. You were soaked through by the time he pulled you into his penthouse, water dripping from your hair onto the marble floor. He didn’t ask questions. He just locked the door and looked at you like he already knew exactly how the night would end.
“Strip,” he said, voice low, almost bored. But the way his eyes tracked every movement of your hands told a different story.
You peeled off your wet clothes slowly, letting each piece fall. Rindo stayed where he was, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching. When you were bare, he pushed off the wall and circled you once, close enough that you could feel the heat of him through his clothes.
“On the bed.”
You climbed onto the massive mattress. He followed, shedding his jacket and shirt but leaving his pants on for now. The first thing he did was grab your wrists and pin them above your head with one hand. The other slid down your body, rough palm dragging over your breasts, your stomach, until his fingers found your pussy. He didn’t tease. Two fingers pushed inside you immediately, curling hard, testing how wet you already were.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “You got this wet just from me watching you?”
You tried to answer but he curled his fingers again and your words dissolved into a moan. He worked you open fast, thumb rubbing your clit in tight circles until your hips were jerking up to meet his hand. When your thighs started to shake he pulled his fingers out and shoved them into your mouth.
“Taste yourself.”
You sucked them clean while he watched, eyes dark. Then he was between your legs, pushing your knees apart and settling his weight over you. He freed his cock, thick and already leaking, and dragged the head through your folds once before pushing in. He didn’t go slow. One hard thrust buried him to the hilt and you gasped at the stretch.
Rindo fucked like he fought—controlled, brutal, precise. He set a punishing rhythm from the start, hips snapping against yours, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room. Every time you tried to reach for him he grabbed your wrists again and pinned them down. He liked you helpless under him. Liked the way your tits bounced with every thrust. Liked the broken sounds you made when he angled his cock to hit that spot inside you over and over.
He leaned down and bit your neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. “You’re gonna come on my cock,” he growled against your skin. “And then I’m gonna flip you over and do it again.”
You came the first time with his hand around your throat and his cock buried deep, clenching around him so hard he cursed. He didn’t stop. He fucked you through it, pace never faltering, until you were oversensitive and shaking. Only then did he pull out, flip you onto your stomach, and drag your hips up.
This time he took his time. He ran his hands over your ass, spreading you open, thumbs brushing your pussy before he lined up and sank back in. The new angle made you cry out. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back, forcing you to arch as he fucked you deeper, slower, each thrust deliberate.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered.
You reached between your legs and rubbed your clit while he pounded into you from behind. The second orgasm hit harder than the first, your whole body locking up around him. Rindo groaned, hips stuttering, and came with his teeth sunk into your shoulder, filling you until it leaked out around his cock.
He didn’t pull out right away. He stayed buried inside you, breathing hard against your back, one hand stroking your side almost gently. When he finally slipped free he watched his cum drip out of you for a moment before flipping you onto your back again.
“We’re not done,” he said, already half-hard again. “I want to see your face when you come this time.”
He pushed back inside you, slower now, almost lazy, rolling his hips in deep, grinding circles that made your eyes roll back. His hand found your throat again, not squeezing, just resting there, a reminder. He kissed you for the first time then—messy, biting, all tongue and teeth. You tasted blood and didn’t care.
Rindo made you come twice more before he let himself finish again, this time with your legs wrapped around his waist and his forehead pressed to yours. When he finally pulled out he didn’t move away. He just lay beside you, one arm thrown over your stomach, breathing steady.
Outside the rain kept falling. Inside, the only sound was your breathing slowly syncing with his. Rindo didn’t say anything sweet. He didn’t need to. The way his thumb kept stroking your hip, slow and absent, said enough.
You fell asleep like that—marked, sore, and exactly where you wanted to be.
summary: rindou's always got your back. he’s that reliable friend who’s always there when you need him. no strings attached included.
but calling him by another guy’s name? he's making sure you won't commit that mistake twice.
tags: mdni 18+, friends with benefits rindou, jealous rindou, oral (f.receiving), unprotected sex, rough sex, pet names
🎴🎌 ctto of this scrumptious fanart <33
the low and rhythmic hum of the air conditioner was the only sound in the apartment, barely masking the slick noises coming from in between your legs.
"damn, this wet for me already?"
rindou’s face was practically pressed against your thighs, his warm breath fanning over your skin just seconds before his tongue made another one of that slow and punishing drag upwards your slit.
just an hour ago, you were sitting on the couch with your legs tucked under you, waving your glass around as you vented your lungs out.
you’d been complaining about some guy. someone who was supposed to be perfect, or seemed to be at least, whose flags couldn't have seemed any greener, only to turn out to be a total and underwhelming disappointment.
rindou had been leaning back on the other end, his arms stretched out along the back of the sofa, watching you with that usual half amused look on his face.
"i'm telling you rin, he literally checked every box," you had groaned, tossing your head back against the cushions. "how do you go from sending good morning texts to being completely insufferable in three weeks?"
rindou had just let out a soft, dry snort, taking a slow sip of his drink. “how honest do you want me to be?”
“honest honest.”
“try not to kill me after,”
“ugh, you're so annoying-”
"and you have a terrible taste in men. plus, you fall for the bare minimum every single time. 'checked every box' my ass, the bar is in hell for you."
"shut up. he was nice."
"he's got his face set as his lockscreen," rindou replied dryly, looking over at you through his glasses. "that was your first warning. you just ignore everything until they bore you to death."
"hey! i don't ignore-"
"you do. and then you call me to sit here and listen to you whine about it while you drink my alcohol stash." he shifted closer to you, placing his headset and long forgotten magazine on the coffee table, his eyes narrowing slightly as his tone dropped. "you waste so much time on guys who don't even know what to do with you."
classic rindou. he’d roast you, call out your bad decisions, and then seamlessly bridge the gap between you.
it was a routine you two had slipped into months ago.
no emotional mess, no actual dating, just a reliable friends with benefits setup where he made sure every single bit of your frustration was taken care of before the night was over.
which was exactly how you ended up on your back, clothes scattered across the floor, with rindou’s head between your legs.
until now.
you were trembling, practically pinned to the sheets. rindou was buried deep between your thighs, his fingers digging bruised marks into your hips to hold you still while he ate you out with a relentless precision.
your hand was tangled messily in his soft hair, pulling him closer one second and trying to push him away the next as the intensity threatened to pull you under. your other hand searched blindly across the bed, gripping whatever fabric it could find just to stay grounded.
he knew every exact spot to hit, flicking his tongue over your center until your back arched.
"ah- shit!" you gasped out, your mind completely scrambled by the pleasure, blurred with the lingering frustration of the guy you’d been whining about earlier.
you whined, your mouth slipping the guy's name unconsciously.
the motion stopped instantly.
the room fell into a dead and suffocating silence.
for two excruciating seconds, rindou didn't move. his face remained buried against your thigh, his breath suddenly heavy and rigid.
then, in one sharp motion, rindou pulled back. he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. reaching up, he slid his glasses off his face and tossed them onto the nightstand, leaving his unshielded eyes entirely exposed, stripped completely of their usual calm.
"what did you just say?" his voice dropped to a pitch so low it sent a cold shiver straight down your spine.
"rin- i didn't... it was an accide-"
he didn't even let you finish.
in a swift movement, he grabbed you by the waist and flipped you onto your stomach. you barely had time to gasp before he pinned you flat against the mattress, his weight coming down over you.
he lined himself up and drove straight into you from behind in one brutal and unyielding motion.
a sharp cry was pushed right out of your lungs as he filled you completely, stretching you open with a suddenness that made your eyes water.
"rindou- ah! fuck i can't-" you sobbed into the pillows, your body tightening around him in shock.
"yes,"
thrust.
"you,"
thrust.
"can,"
thrust.
"fucking take it."
he slammed into you without a shred of restraint, his pace turning fast and utterly punishing. the sheer force of his hips kept your face smashed down into the sheets, the friction making your toes curl as he drove you deep into the mattress.
you tried to speak, tried to cry out his name, but your voice was completely muffled by the fabric under your face. rindou stopped for a fraction of a second, frustrated by the muffled sound.
"can't hear you, baby," he rasped into the back of your neck.
with one powerful surge, he wrapped an arm around your ribs and yanked you up off the mattress, pulling your upper body back until your spine was pressed flush against his chest.
his left hand moved straight to your throat, long fingers wrapping around your neck. not choking, just holding you firm, tilting your head back against his shoulder, while his right hand clamped hard onto your hip to keep you anchored right where he wanted you.
from this angle, every thrust went impossibly deeper. not gonna lie, it felt like you'd tear lengthwise.
"you were saying?" rindou muttered directly into your ear, his chest heaving against your back. "who's fucking you right now?"
"ugh fuck- rin!" you gasped out, exposed and completely helpless in his grip as he drove you straight to the edge, your head resting back against his neck while his hand held your throat steady.
"good girl," he muttered, his voice a breathless rasp as he picked up the pace, his grip on your neck and hip tightening until you completely shattered beneath him.
waves of overstimulation crashed over you, your body convulsing against his as you climaxed, your throat letting out broken, breathless sounds into the quiet room.
rindou didn't slow down for a single second. hearing his name torn from your lips while you tightened helplessly around him pushed him completely past his limit. his breathing turned ragged, his hips driving into you with a final, desperate brutality, burying himself as deep as he could possibly go.
"next time you want to moan another guy's name," he rasped, his thumb dragging rough across your bottom lip, "get up and go to his bed. but while you're taking all of me? the only name coming out of your mouth is mine.”
You meet him when you're young and inexperienced and you like the same things and compliment each other so well. It's the new novelty of love that you're both chasing even if you know it won't last. Because it hardly ever does. But you don't think about it till it's the summer and you're moving away and you know that there's no real way to stay together in that day and age. And you could, if you both really tried.
But he's letting you go and you're letting him go because you're on the cusp of 20 and you know there's so much to life and he refuses to stand in the way of it.
And you love the dream more. You always have. He admires it about you.
You write to each other every few months for the first two years or so and then it stops. You assume he's moved on, he assumes the same. And you date other people here and there, still looking for that novelty in someone else.
You meet again a few years later when you're back to visit friends and you know you're both different people now. He looks older. Filled out. Strong jawline, long hair, bigger. And you kiss for old times sake. He remembers how you like it when he folds you in half and fucks you stupid on his bed, and you hold him a little tighter because you know it's so temporary. That you're doing this because you've missed each other but that's it - that you're bound by the experience. He sees you off for a second time at the airport. Knowing he won't see you again this time. Miracles rarely come around more than once.
waking up pinned beneath a softly snoring heavy man who you don’t want to risk waking by moving because he just looks so peaceful and beautiful with his arm thrown over you and his head buried in the crook of your shoulder
genre: mdni, afab!reader (no pronouns mentioned), drug (weed), unprotected (beware the risks y'all)
stoner! rindou, who's great with his hands. weed is highly illegal in japan, so he's gotta be slick with it. he's a pro at rolling– he could roll you a perfect joint while walking if he had to.
stoner! rindou, who's room reeks of weed but you'll never smell a trace of it on him. he'll only ever smell like his soap because he'll shower and do his laundry frequently and always keep his stash in ziploc bags because no way he's about to go to jail for something as trivial as that.
stoner! rindou, who's down to hotbox his room with you any weeknight (much to ran’s annoyance– he can't stand the smell) while you lounge on his bed playing pvp shooters together and order takeout pizza. a quick run to the コンビニ (convenience store) halfway through the night for a few beers and you both end up crossfaded, laughing way too long about something that's not even funny but god is it fucking hilarious right now.
stoner! rindou, who under the influence is just a little bit too handsy with you because well shit, those clothes you borrowed to get a little more comfy when you watched that scary movie together earlier is making him feel a little... warmer than usual. you don't mind if he just… touches you a little? and can we turn the lights down just a bit?
stoner! rindou, who can't really keep his hands to himself anymore. one more hit, and he's undressing you hastily, pushing you down onto the mattress and mumbling something about fuck i have no condoms left but you're both too gone to care so you keep going anyway (bro u were literally at the convenience store...)
stoner! rindou, who's pulling you back against him so hard and fast, chasing after something that feels so far away and fuck does he mean every word when he says that pussy belongs to him
stoner! rindou, who might not remember everything in the morning (sorry lol) it's okay, though. your body snuggled up next to his is enough of a reminder that last night was EPICCC. besides, morning sex is the perfect cure for that killer hangover ;)
summary: lowk got inspired by the night pool encounter at puzzle reve.
presenting best friend rindou who'll treat you better than your ex. oh, he def will.
what was supposed to be yet another night pool party at the haitani's backyard flipped when the two of you were left and the lines of friendship finally blur.
tags: mdni 18+, best friend rindou, best friend to lovers, semi public play, fingering, unprotected sex, shower sex, pet names, dirty talk, almost got caught
🎴🎌 ctto of this scrumptious fanart <33
all the bass was vibrating straight through the concrete of the patio, thumping a rhythmic heartbeat that you could feel in the soles of your feet. it was past midnight, the tokyo summer air was thick and humid, and the private pool party was in a full, chaotic swing.
at the center of it all was rindou.
he was completely in his element, headphones clamped over one ear, his fingers flying across the mixing board with a practiced ease. the neon pink and blue lights from the patio cast sharp angles across his face, catching the edge of his glasses and the smug, lopsided grin he wore whenever he successfully transitioned a track.
he wasn't just playing music, dj rin was orchestrating the entire vibe of the night.
"yo, rin! drop that new track or i'm throwing haru into the deep end!" izana shouted from a lounge chair, his silver hair catching the neon glow as he kicked his legs up, looking entirely amused by the chaos around him.
"try me, kurokawa," sanzu spat back, taking an aggressive swig straight from a bottle of gin, his scarred lips pulled into a manic grin. "i'll drown you before you even get close."
"both of you shut the fuck up and just drink," kakucho muttered from the outdoor bar, shaking his head but pouring another round anyway.
rindou didn't even look up at them, just flicked his wrist and gave a thumbs up, throwing a heavy trap remix into the queue that had everyone cheering. he was the golden boy of the night, effortlessly cool, completely untamed. classic rindou.
and then, there was you.
you were sitting a little apart from the main group, a plastic cup held loosely in your hands. you were trying to smile, trying to laugh at sanzu's unhinged commentary, but the forced cheerfulness was starting to crack.
the breakup was still too fresh. it sat like a weight in your stomach, that heavy and hollow realization that the person you spent months with was officially gone. you felt exposed, a little pathetic, and entirely too sober for how fast the night was moving.
from across the deck, rindou’s sharp eyes flicked away from his laptop. through the neon haze, his gaze locked directly onto you. he didn’t say anything. he couldn't over the music, but the slight furrow of his brow told you everything. he’d been tracking your mood all night. he knew exactly when you were faking it.
before he could do anything about it, the heavy glass sliding doors snapped open with a sharp clack.
the crowd instantly quieted down a fraction, the collective energy shifting from reckless fun to mild apprehension. standing in the doorway, framed by the warm indoor light, was ran.
he looked entirely too put together for someone who had allegedly been trying to sleep. he was wearing silk pajamas, his long hair braided loosely over one shoulder, and his expression was a mix of profound boredom and pure irritation.
"alright, wrap it up, you noisy brats," ran’s voice carried effortlessly, laced with a clear warning. "it’s past two in the morning. some of us actually have things to tend to tomorrow that doesn't involve nursing a fucking hangover."
"oh, come on, ran! just one more track!" sanzu whined, though he was already capping his bottle.
ran offered him a terrifyingly sweet, closed eye smile. "if i hear one more bass drop, i’m throwing the mixing board into the deep end. inside. now. sleepover rules apply. clean up your trash or sleep on the floor."
there was a collective groan as everyone realized ran wasn't bluffing.
slowly, the group started gathering their belongings, izana laughing as he pushed an annoyed kakucho through the sliding glass doors into the air conditioned living room, leaving the patio completely empty.
within ten minutes, the patio was dead silent. the only sound left was the gentle, rhythmic sloshing of the pool water against the skimmer and the distant hum of the tokyo skyline.
you hadn't moved. you were sitting right on the edge of the deep end, your two piece still damp against the concrete, your bare feet kicking and swaying lazily through the cool water. the ripples you made distorted the reflection of the lights on the surface.
a shadow fell over you.
you didn't need to look up to know who it was. the scent of expensive cologne, faint cigarette smoke, and the familiar, grounding presence told you instantly. rindou had wrapped his set, shut down his equipment, and stayed outside.
he slid down onto the concrete right next to you, his legs dangling over the edge, his ankles crossing as his feet broke the surface of the water. he completely ditched his clothes from earlier, now wearing just a pair of dark swim trunks.
"you look like a drowned cat," he murmured, his voice a rumble now that he didn't have to shout over the bass.
"thanks, rin. you always know just what to say," you muttered, kicking your feet a little harder, sending a small splash toward his ankles.
he let out a soft huff of laughter, leaning back on his hands, his head tilting toward the starless night sky.
for a long moment, neither of you spoke. he knew you were hurting. he’d seen the arguments, the tears, the way your ex had slowly drained the life out of you over the past few months.
"you're still thinking about him," rindou stated. it wasn't a question.
you let out a long, shaky breath, your shoulders dropping. "it’s just... it's stupid. i know it's over, and i know it's for the best, but i just can't help being sad about it."
"yeah, those post breakup blues... can't be helped," he murmured, his voice softening. "the person became your constant at some point."
"yeah," you whispered, staring down at your feet beneath the surface. "it's just weird adjusting now that everything's changed.”
rindou reached out, his warm fingers gently catching you by the chin, forcing you to look away from the water and look at him. his touch was deceptively tender. his eyes were stripped of their usual smugness, locked onto yours with absolute sincerity.
"look on the bright side," he said, his voice dropping into a softer and more intimate register. his thumb brushed lightly against the edge of your jawline, a tiny, electrifying spark of heat wherever his skin touched yours. "that relationship was like a chokehold anyway. you deserve better."
your breath caught in your throat. the intensity in his gaze was dizzying. he was looking at your lips, his thumb still resting against your skin, tracing a slow, deliberate line.
then, just as the tension threatened to snap, rindou’s classic, wicked grin broke across his face. he yanked his hand back, standing up in one fluid, athletic motion. as he took three steps back, his long fingers hooked around the frame of his glasses, sliding them off his face and tossing them casually onto a nearby sunlounger without even looking.
"rin?"
splaaaaaash!
he tucked his knees to his chest and executed a cannonball right into the center of the pool. a literal tidal wave of chlorinated water erupted, soaring over the edge and drenching you completely from head to toe. your hair was plastered to your face, you're once again completely soaked through, and the cold water made you gasp in shock.
"rinnnnnn!!" you shrieked, wiping the water from your eyes, your hands flying to your chest as you glared into the pool. "you absolute asshole! at least give a warning!"
through the splashing water, rindou surfaced. he shook his head like a dog, his wet hair flying back, exposing his forehead and the line of his brow. he was laughing, that bright, breathless sound he only made when he was genuinely amused.
"there," he choked out, wiping his eyes. "you're not thinking about your ex anymore, are you?"
"i'm going to fucking kill you," you threatened, though the corners of your mouth were twitching. the suffocating sadness that had been weighing on you all night had completely vanished, replaced by the familiar, comfortable irritation he always provoked.
"nah, you won't do that. you'll miss me." he teased.
you thought he'll probably swim ahead. instead, rindou cut through the water with effortless strokes, moving directly toward where you were sitting on the edge. the playfulness in his eyes slowly shifted into something entirely different as he got closer.
he stopped right in front of you. before you could even react, rindou reached up. he rested his wet forearms directly over your thighs, effectively pinning your legs beneath his weight and trapping you against the edge of the pool. he leaned forward, tilting his head back slightly so he could rest his chin directly over his folded arms, right on your lap.
the sudden proximity was suffocating.
you could feel the literal heat radiating off his wet skin, contrasting sharply with the cold pool water. from this close, you could see the dark fringe of his eyelashes, the subtle gold flecks in his irises, and the way his chest expanded and contracted as he breathed.
your hands, which had been resting on the concrete beside your hips, instinctively hovered, unsure of where to go. the tension from before didn't just return, it fucking doubled up.
"still mad?" he whispered. his voice was a low vibration that you could feel right through your thighs.
"you always know what to do." you breathed, your voice much softer than you intended. you looked down at him, your heart hammering against your ribs in a rhythm that had absolutely nothing to do with the music from earlier.
rindou didn't blink. his gaze crawled slowly up from your collarbone, tracking the way the wet fabric of your two piece swimsuit clung to your skin, before finally settling on your lips. a slow smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth, his thumbs tracing circles against the bare skin of your thighs.
"i told you that you deserve better, didn't i? least i can do right now is to get your mind off of it." he murmured.
it was crazy how just his voice could make your stomach completely flip.
he tilted his head up just a fraction closer, his breath hot against your damp knees. the sheer gravity of him was dizzying. the 'best friend' safety net you’d relied on for so long was officially shredding to pieces right under his gaze.
"why don't we go inside?" you whispered, your voice a little breathless as you tried to introduce a playful note to break the suffocating heat. you reached out, your fingers sliding into his damp hair, playfully messing up the strands he’d just shaken back. "you're gonna get shivering cold out here, dj."
rindou didn't lean back. if anything, your touch only anchored him closer. an incredibly soft look passed over his features, his gaze dropping to the wet skin of your legs.
"you shouldn't worry about that. c'mon, lay all your worries on me," he said, his voice dropping. he leaned forward, his lips pressing a soft, lingering kiss right against your left knee. the warmth of his mouth sent a violent shiver straight up your spine.
"rin... hey," you squeaked out, your hands tightening slightly in his hair as a sudden spike of heat flared in your chest.
he didn't answer with words. instead, one of his hands slid from your thigh down to your right ankle. with effortless strength, he lifted your right leg out of the pool, placing your foot flat on the wet concrete ledge beside your hips, leaving only your left leg still swaying in the dark water. the movement opened your posture completely to him, breaking the final barrier between you.
"mmm?" he hummed against your skin, the sound vibrating straight through you.
his thumbs stroked the sensitive skin of your ankle before his mouth made contact again. he started kissing his way up from your right ankle, his lips hot as they trailed slow, torturous paths up your calf, heading straight for your inner thigh.
but then he stalled on the soft skin just below your knee, his chest heaving as he drank in the ragged sound of your breathing. the silence of the patio was entirely gone, replaced by the thrum of your racing pulse.
you leaned back slightly, one hand pressing flat against the damp concrete behind you to support your weight, your fingers digging into the stone. with your free hand, you let your fingers slide from his wet hair down to the line of his jaw, your palm cupping his face. your thumb moved instinctively, brushing slowly over his bottom lip, smoothing the wetness there.
"rin," you whispered, your voice trembling. "you're fucking crazy, y'know?"
rindou's eyes blew out, heavy with a hunger he’d kept chained up for months. he leaned into your palm, his lips darting out to kiss the very tip of your thumb before he spoke. "i've always been crazy for you. you're just finally noticing, doll."
"what about ran? the others inside? they might see us." you breathed, a desperate, last ditch effort.
"let them watch," he murmured, his jaw tightening as his hand slid further up your inner thigh, his thumb brushing dangerously close to the edge of your swimwear. "let the whole fucking world know. i don't give a fuck."
before you could even process the weight of his words, rindou surged upward. your fingers immediately tangled deep into his damp hair, pulling him down into a bruising, breathless kiss. his tongue immediately claimed yours, deep and demanding, entirely consuming your mouth. the heat of him was intoxicating, completely erasing everything else.
you were pulling him closer, your weight leaning entirely too far over the edge, when his hands gripped your hips a little too hard. the physics of the slippery wet concrete gave way, and with a sudden, breathless yelp from you, the action made you fall straight down into the pool with him.
splaaaaash!
the cool water engulfed you both, the sudden immersion breaking the kiss as you both surfaced, gasping for air. rindou’s hair was completely flattened against his face, his eyes blinking through the water, looking entirely stunned before that bright, raspy laugh tore from his throat.
you couldn't help the helpless, giddy giggling that bubbled up in your chest, your hands splashing him weakly as you wiped the water from your eyes. "you idiot! look what you did!"
"man, this is totally your fault," he teased, his voice thick with amusement as he closed the distance between you again, his laughter dying out as his gaze dropped to your lips.
he didn't let the lighthearted moment last long. under the dark, heavy cover of the water, his hand traveled down, his palm tapping your ass with a firm, possessive slap that sent a sudden jolt of electricity straight to your core.
"up," he murmured. your hands instantly flew to wrap tightly around his neck, your fingers burying themselves in the wet nape of his hair to anchor yourself to him. instinctively, your knees hooked around his waist, your legs wrapping tightly around him underwater as his strong arms wrapped under your thighs to hold you up. he pressed your bodies flush together, the connection of your bare skin underwater making your breath hitch.
rindou didn't even have to wait before his mouth came down on yours again, twice as hungry as before. you were already making out desperately, your tongues tangling in a deep, wet collision that tasted like pool water and sudden, unadulterated heat. his lips were bruising, completely consuming yours while he walked backward through the deep end, carrying your weight effortlessly. the rhythmic movement of his strides underwater ground your hips firmly against his, making a soft, muffled whimper escape your throat straight into his mouth.
you were completely dazed, your hands gripping the damp skin of his neck for dear life, until you finally felt your back hitting flat against the cold concrete wall of the pool.
the solid impact didn't break the kiss. instead, rindou used the wall to pin you completely, his large hands sliding down to anchor your hips firmly against the stone. he pressed his entire chest flush against yours, trapping you in the dark water as his mouth grew even more ruthless, devouring you like he was trying to leave a permanent mark.
you moaned into the kiss, the sound muffled directly against his lips as the friction of his chest against yours sent a sharp spark of heat straight down your spine.
"don't do that," he murmured, breaking the kiss just enough to pull his lips back a fraction, his eyes blown out as they stared down into yours. his breath was coming in short, ragged gasps.
"do what?" you breathed, your voice barely a whisper, your head spinning from the sudden lack of his mouth.
instead of answering with words, rindou shifted his weight, his hips pressing back against yours slightly harder, grinding himself directly against your center. the sudden sensation made a sharp moan escape your throat again.
"that," he rasped, a lazy smirk finally cutting through the intensity on his face.
"what..." you countered, trying to keep your voice steady despite the way your heart was hammering against your ribs.
"you can't do that," he whispered. "i'm totally gonna lose it."
before you could even process the threat, one of his hands traveled down from your hip, slipping beneath the surface of the dark water to find your swimsuit bottom, while his other arm stayed hooked securely under your thigh to support your weight and position against the concrete.
his fingers flattened against the fabric, teasing your core through the clothed touch. he just rubbed his palm over the material in slow, torturous circles, the sensation of his touch sending a violent shiver through your entire body.
"every single noise you're making right now just proves he was a waste of your fucking time," he taunted. his fingers pressed a little firmer against the cloth, grinding into you with an agonizingly perfect rhythm. "i'll make you forget about him."
"holy s-shit rin… please-" you choked out, your hands tightening desperately around his neck as your hips instinctively rolled into his palm, chasing the friction through the fabric.
he let out a low, satisfied chuckle against your skin, entirely unbothered by your quiet begging. "please what, love? i'm just getting started."
he kept up the clothed torment for a few more agonizing seconds, driving you completely insane in the dark water, until he finally decided you’d had enough. with a sudden movement, his fingers hooked into the edge of your swimsuit bottom.
the raw heat of his hand against your bare skin felt entirely too loud in the quiet pool. you let out a broken, shattered gasp, your hands tightening frantically around his neck as his fingers made direct contact with your wet core.
rindou didn't hesitate. with a low, possessive rumble in his chest, he slid his first finger inside of you, the sudden fullness making your hips instinctively buck against his hand. the water did nothing to cool the absolute friction of his touch.
"r-rin... wait," you whimpered, your head tilting back against the concrete wall as a second finger pushed past your entrance, stretching you open. your breath was coming in short, panicked pants. "someone... they might see us still..."
rindou chuckled against your jaw, the vibration sending a thrill straight to your stomach. he didn't slow down. instead, his thumb found your clit underwater, pressing down firmly as his fingers inside you hooked upward, hitting a spot that made your whole body go entirely rigid.
a loud, breathless cry threatened to tear from your throat, but before it could echo across the patio, rindou pulled back just enough to look you dead in the eyes. his gaze was completely dark, a smirk playing on his lips as he picked up the pace, his fingers working inside you with a rhythmic speed that had you drowning in pleasure.
"then you keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut," he whispered. "because if you don't, they really will."
your toes curled underwater, your hips helplessly rolling into his hand as you tried to stifle your whimpers against his shoulder. every stroke was more demanding, completely washing away the last of your thoughts. you were so close, your breath hitching as the tension in your lower stomach wound tighter and tighter-
"oiiiii! you two!"
the loud, echoing shout shattered the quiet night.
the voice came from directly above. you both froze instantly. rindou’s fingers stopped dead inside you, his entire body going rigid as his head snapped upward.
leaning halfway out of his second story bedroom window was ran. even in the dim light, you could see his long hair over his shoulder and the profound look of irritation on his face.
"i can hear the water splashing from up here," ran called down, his smooth voice dripping with exhausted sarcasm. "and if i hear one more suspicious whimper-like sound, i'm dumping a bucket of ice water down there. go to sleep before i come down there and drown the both of you."
with a loud, dramatic sigh, ran slammed his bedroom window shut, the lock clicking loudly in the quiet night air.
the silence that followed was heavy.
you slowly looked back at rindou, your heart hammering against your ribs from the sheer panic of almost getting caught. your face was burning a furious shade of red. rindou stared at the closed window for a second, a frustrated curse muttering under his breath. slowly and teasingly, his fingers slid out of your slick warmth, the empty sensation making you let out a tiny, involuntary whine.
without another word, the two of you silently scrambled out of the pool, parting ways in a blur of quiet, awkward tension. you grabbed your towel, giving him a hurried, breathless look before slipping back inside and heading straight for the privacy of the bathroom.
once you were standing in the shower, the hot water finally drizzling down from above, you let your head rest against the cool tile. your thoughts were a chaotic, buzzing mess. you couldn't believe what had just happened out there. you’d been so close, completely consumed by him, and the abrupt, humiliating interruption left a heavy, aching frustration throbbing deep in your lower stomach.
you wanted him.
you wanted what he was doing to you.
the sudden, sharp slide of the glass shower door cut your thoughts entirely short.
you gasped, turning around to find rindou stepping directly into the steam with you. he was completely bare, the water instantly slicking down his tattooed torso.
"i'm not yet done with you," he murmured, his voice low.
"what the fuck rindou!!" you breathed, your back pressing against the tiled wall as your heart leaped into your throat. "you can't just-"
"it's not like my fingers weren't up your pussy minutes ago, doll," he cut you off, his tone completely flat and dripping with pure, unapologetic confidence.
before you could even utter another word, he closed the distance. rindou's hand slid up to your throat in one fluid motion, holding you just firmly enough to tilt your head back as his mouth crashed down onto yours.
the makeout was instantly hot and consuming. the rush of the water drizzling from above fell over both of you as your tongues tangled, a messy clash of desperate lips. your hands flew up, your palms flat against his chest, feeling the heavy thud of his heartbeat under your fingers. you melted completely, whimpering directly into his mouth as his other hand slid down from the wall, tracing a burning path down the valley of your chest, over your stomach, and straight down between your thighs.
he kept kissing you ruthlessly, his tongue deep and demanding, entirely keeping you dazed while his fingers gently parted your legs. he nudged his knee between yours to open you up, pinning your hips securely against the tiled wall. you couldn't break away even if you wanted to, the sheer heat of his lips and the wet friction of his body flush against yours had you completely trapped.
his hand guided his length to your wet entrance, still thoroughly devouring your mouth, before he finally drove all the way inside you with an agonizingly smooth thrust.
the sudden, overwhelming fullness made you tear your mouth away from his.
"rindou!!!" you screamed, your voice echoing off the wet tiles as your fingers dug desperately into his shoulders, your back arching off the wall.
you both had been wanting this for so fucking long. the tension that had built between you for months, hidden behind the ‘best friend’ titles, finally snapped.
"be a good girl for me," he rasped against your lips as his hips immediately ground against yours, immediately hitting the right spots.
"ugh, fuck, yeah... just like that," you moaned.
he didn't let you breathe. his hand found your throat again, his fingers wrapping firmly around the front of your neck to tilt your head up, while his other hand gripped your hip to anchor you flush against his chest. with his hand holding your throat, he pulled you impossibly closer, his mouth perfectly aligned to your ear.
"look what i'm doing to you," he rasped, driving into you with relentless force.
the sheer sensation of him moving inside you under the streaming hot water was overwhelming, sending waves of pure, blinding pleasure crashing over your head. you could barely keep your eyes open, your hands gripping his wet shoulders as you cried out his name, entirely undone by the brutal depth of his thrusts.
he let out a low chuckle at the sound of his name on your lips, his pace turning even more vicious. he ground his hips flush against yours, locking you in place so you had to take every single bit of him.
"see, doll?" rindou whispered against your ear, pulling you so close his lips brushed your lobe. "fucking you like this... and now all you remember is my name."
he slowed down for a fraction of a second, his thumb stroking your cheek before connecting his mouth into yours. “no more crying over a loser, okay?”
your relationship with rindou is still freshly new. the two of you first met while you were working as a barista at a local café, just exchanging shy smiles over the counter.
at first he was just another passing customer… until he started showing up more often that it became painfully obvious he was only there for you. and it didn’t take long before he eventually worked up the nerve to ask you out after a few flirty exchanges.
see the truth is, you’re a virgin, and sometimes hearing about rindou’s wild past often make you a little insecure. even so, he’s patient, promising you over and over that he can wait for as long as you need. but with the way he’s pressed up against you right now, you’re not exactly sure if you have enough self-restraint – not with the way he’s grinding his thick bulge against you on the couch.
“rinnie, nghhh… y-you’re making me feel things,” you whimper, your fabric-clad core pressed flush to the outline of his cock beneath his sweats, heat pooling low in your belly.
he’s rutting against you with a feverish, almost frantic rhythm, hips rolling like he’s lost all control, dragging along the thin cotton of your panties and leaving a slick patch where your arousal soaks through. every ragged breath he groans against your neck sends a shiver up your spine.
“s-shit… ‘know i should stop,” he pants, mouth dragging open-mouthed kisses along your throat, teeth nipping lightly as his fingers slip under your top to palm your heaving tits. “but i can’t help it— fuckk, you have no idea what you do to me…”
he can’t keep his hands off you – squishing your tits, pulling you down harder onto him, grinding you right against his clothed bulge. every time your hips meet, you swear you could feel him throb as your own hips roll in response, chasing that sweet friction.
you know you should pull away, set firm boundaries, but the way his hips buck up, grinding against you just right, makes your head tip back, a broken whine spilling from your parted lips. your thighs shake, every slow drag of friction making you clench down, slick already spreading across your cotton panties.
you’re so wet, it’s almost embarrassing and you could practically feel his cock pulse against you through the layers of fabric.
rindou groans, burying his face in your chest, voice muffled as he pants, “fuckk baby, i want you so bad… ‘need you, need to feel you inside me—” his hand trails lower, fingers dangerously close to slipping past the waistband of your panties, but he immediately stops himself at the very last second, fists clenching with restraint.
you’re both trembling right at the edge, every nerve lit up and aching for more. it’s almost suffocating, the way anticipation hangs in the air, your bodies pressed so close you can feel his heartbeat pounding against your chest. you both freeze, breathless – knowing if either of you moves, you’ll tip over the edge.
until suddenly, rindou jerks away, nearly toppling you backwards onto the cushions.
“… u-uhm baby?” you murmur, reaching for him as he runs a shaky hand through his messy hair, eyes wild with frustration. “i… i think i need a cold shower before i lose my fucking mind,” he mutters, and practically bolts out of the room before you can even process what just happened.
you’re left alone, chest heaving, pussy throbbing and soaked through your panties. shit… now you’re the one left restless, every nerve buzzing with need, wondering how you’ll survive the rest of the day after he wound you up like that and just left.
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no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy,moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious,gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and i'd still ride
you absolutely love it when rindou calls you his pretty girl . . especially during intimate moments, you’ll pur like a kitten against him as he kissed your sweet spots so gently and whispered sweet nothings in your ear.
“you really think ‘m pretty?” you mewl softly.
“fuck yeah, princess,” he mutters, kissing your neck, “you’re fuckin’ gorgeous..!” and he swears by it. you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever laid eyes upon and he’ll remind you of that everyday.
you don’t think you’re all of that, but hearing rindou say those words makes you feel one hundred times more confident about yourself.
“my pretty girl,” rindou says, biting down on your shoulder and earning a wince from you. “pretty tits, pretty pussy.. shit, everything about you is fuckin’ pretty.”
you let out a soft giggle, “guess you’re kind of lucky, huh?”
rindou nods his head, “yup.. luckiest guy in the world.” he chuckles.
“i’m pretty lucky as well, y’know..” you say.
“yeah? how so..?” he questions.
you grab his face and squishes his cheeks, “‘cuz i have the prettiest boyfriend in the world. everything about him is pretty.”
rindou scoffs and playfully swats your hands away, “oh, fuck off.. told you not to call me that.” he says, his voice laced with irritation. “i’m only allowed to call you that.”
“but, you are pre—” before you could continue your sentence, rindou cuts you off by kissing you and bites down on your bottom lip . .
“you talk too much, ya’ know that..?”
“yeah, i’ve been told.” you respond and rindou chuckles softly and you swear he’s the prettiest when he laughs.
he then touches your bottom lip with his thumb, “pretty lips..” he mutters and he smiles upon realizing you’re all vulnerable beneath him. his cock is twitching at the thought of his tip being in between those pretty plump lips of yours.
“instead of runnin’ your mouth, how about you show me what that pretty mouth of yours can really do?”
note: what started as a drabble turned into... well, a thousand words.
july heat is shit and it inspired this lil fic.
just two best friends finding their own very effective way to cope with the heat, somehow.
tags: mdni 18+, friends with benefits, fingering, implied sex
🎴🎌 ctto of this gorgeous fanart (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) !!
the apartment is suffocating, the kind of heavy, upcoming mid-july heat that makes even breathing feel like a chore. long story short, the weather's being a bitch and it's hot as shit.
the only saving grace right now is the hum of the old ac unit, which is doing a miserable job of cooling the living room. or perhaps, maybe the whole apartment itself.
rindou is sprawled out on the couch, the frame of his glasses is slipping slightly down the bridge of his nose as he pulls the fabric of his black top away from his chest, trying to catch a stray breeze. his skin is flushed, a light sheen of sweat catching the light over the dark ink wrapping around his shoulder. somehow trying to compensate, a half-melted, blue popsicle is propped lazily between his llips.
suddenly, he noticed you making your way out of his bedroom, breaking the quiet atmosphere. you’re wearing one of his oversized t-shirts, his scent still lingering, and with nothing but your underwear underneath.
it’s a standard sleepover look for you. years of friendship meant that boundaries melted away a long time ago.
at this point, you had some of your clothes over his place. but most of the time, you don't even bother wearing them. you prefer the comfort and loose feeling his shirts gave you, what's more is that he doesn't mind at all.
rindou doesn't even look up at first, he just takes the popsicle out of his mouth, as he watches you make your way towards his direction.
"look who finally crawled out of the cave," rindou taunts, his voice a rasp that’s thick with afternoon laziness. his eyes track you through his lenses, and a smirk is tugging at the corner of his mouth. "you slept the whole damn day away. i was starting to think you died in there."
"you're such a fucking asshole, rin," you complain, and your voice is still lightly rough from the sleep you had. you then walk over to the couch facing him, crossing your arms. "why didn't you wake me up? my sleep schedule is completely ruined now."
"well, you looked too comfortable, and i'm a good friend. why bother when you're looking like you're dreaming about me." he teases softly, though there’s a lingering warmth in the way his gaze stays locked on you. he did the little pats on the couch beside the area he's sitted, signaling you to come over and sit beside him.
"you're so annoying," instead of sitting next to him to continue your rant, you opt for the familiar comfort of his lap. you step over his thighs, shifting your weight until you’re straddling him completely. “and ugh, can't it get any hotter?”
rindou’s breath hitches just a fraction, slightly taken aback from your action. although let's be real, this isn't new to the two of you at this point. rindou was just too stunned to speak with the straightforward-ness.
his tattooed hand then instinctively comes up, palm flattening against your hip to help steady you.
"you're so damn whiny," he whispers, his head tilting back just a little as he looks up at you. the smugness in his expression is still there, but his eyes are fixed intently on yours.
"ugh, just by looking at your face ruins my day," you huff, your hands finding his shoulders for balance as you deliberately shift your weight against him, a slow, challenging press of your hips. “and i woke up to this weather.”
"you're forgetting something," rindou murmurs, a lazy smirk widening as his free hand begins a deliberate caress down the bare skin of your thigh. "besides, don't act like you didn't exhaust yourself last night. you were completely out, i didn't wanna disturb you."
"and whose fault is that?" you counter, tilting your chin up to match his arrogance, leaning in until your breath fans over his face.
"yours, clearly," he whispers, his eyes darkening behind his lenses as his fingers dig slightly into your skin. "you said you could go for more rounds."
"oh please,” you murmur, your hands fully wrapping around his shoulder, anchoring yourself. "we've been doing this way too long for you to act like you weren't the one keeping me up."
"lie better, you know you love it," he replied.
before you can retort, his hand on your thigh slides upward, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of his oversized shirt that you're wearing. his palm finds the soft fabric of your panties, and without a second thought, his thumb presses firmly against your clothed clit, rubbing in circles.
the sudden contact made your breath die down before you could even react further.
"hey now, suddenly forgot how to form sentences?" rindou whispers, watching your expression change with absolute satisfaction. he keeps the pace steady, his thumb applying just enough pressure through the thin cotton to make your hips twitch instinctively against his hand.
"rin-" you try to complain, your voice losing its sharp edge and turning into something breathless and strained. "t-this isn't the time.. to do this. man, fuck you.”
"man, i love that idea." he murmurs, his eyes were fixed on your face as his fingers suddenly slide past the damp edge of the fabric, pushing it to the side, popping two fingers directly inside you.
the friction and the sudden fullness caught you completely off guard. your eyes widen, and a sharp, needy noise rises in your throat-
but before the sound can escape your lips, rindou's other hand moves with practiced, effortless speed. he lifts the popsicle, popping the freezing, sweet ice right into your open mouth to block the sound.
the intense shock of the cold instantly silences you, swallowing your supposed moan, contrasting wildly with the consuming heat between your thighs where his fingers work their magic.
"shh," rindou murmurs, a smirk pulling at his lips as he leans close enough for his glasses to brush your cheek. "wouldn't want ran to hear."
summary: tired of being ignored for a late-night match, you take matters into your own hands.
little did you know that a frantic clash against the keyboard accidentally clicks his webcam wide open, giving his teammates a front-row seat to the entire thing.
tags: mdni 18+, desk sex, unprotected sex, established relationship, exhibitionism (accidental camera stream), voyeurism, guys being a pervy (sanzu and ran), pet names, handjob, spitting
🎴🎌 ctto of this scrumptious rindou fanart i stumbled upon on (っ'ཀ')っ ♡
the sharp clicks of a mouse, the rapid and aggressive tap of keys, and the smug, mocking bite in rindou’s voice dragged you out of sleep.
you blinked against the dim, neon-tinted light of his room, stretching out into the warm space where he’d been lying beside you not too long ago. the sheets still heavy with the scent of cigarettes and his expensive cologne.
with a sleepy groan, you fell into that slow, lazy stretch, arms pulling up, back arching, and toes pointing beneath the tangled sheets. your hand aimlessly reached over for him, looking for that familiar warmth, only to catch nothing but cold, empty air.
figures. typical rin behavior.
you spotted the crumpled scrap of black lace on the floor, right where he’d tossed it earlier in his damn hurry to get you undressed. you reached down, slipping it back on, the familiar fabric cool against your skin. the matching bra was nowhere in sight, but that wasn’t unusual.
it never stayed on for long when you were with rindou, anyway.
when you sat up, a quick glance at the clock told you it was past midnight. the neon glow from his monitor painted the side of his face, casting sharp shadows over his tattoos. he was slouched in his gaming chair. the overpriced, ridiculous one he swore was “worth every yen” with his headset on, leaned forward with that typical arrogant posture. his hair was still a mess from earlier, but his eyes were locked on the screen like you didn’t even exist.
“rin,” you murmured, voice still rough from sleep as you padded across the room, stopping beside his gaming chair.
no answer. just more clicking and a muttered, “fuck! we gotta win the next round, you fuckers!”
you tried again, a little louder. “rinnie.”
from his headset came familiar voices, ran's sharp laugh and sanzu's low taunting rumble.
“yo, rindou,” sanzu drawled, “your girl’s up.”
you froze, instinctively folding your arms across your bare chest even though you’d already slipped your underwear back on, the matching bra still missing somewhere in the room. your gaze darted to the small webcam perched above the monitor.
“they can see me?” you asked, narrowing your eyes as you instinctively took a small step to the side, moving just out of the camera’s immediate scope.
“relax,” rindou muttered, his fingers still flying across the keys without missing a beat. “they don’t care, baby. don't trip.”
then sanzu's chuckle rolled through the headset, dripping with malice and amusement. “it’s not like this is new. we’ve even heard you before, doll.”
your head snapped toward the screen, face burning. “WHAT?”
rindou didn’t even blink, completely unbothered by the fact that his gang knew his business. “homies know i fuck my baby well,” he said, lips curling into a smug, arrogant grin as his hand reached out and gave your ass a quick, sharp slap before going right back to the mouse.
sanzu laughed again, low, slow, and entirely too amused. “i wouldn’t mind if she came a little closer to the lens though. let us see what you're hiding, rindou.”
that earned a smirk from you as you perched yourself on the armrest of his gaming chair, facing rindou. your back was toward the camera, giving them a clear view of your curves and the hint of black lace you were wearing.
“at least someone’s paying attention,” you murmured, letting your eyes flick briefly to the camera lens, at sanzu, before looking back at rindou.
sanzu’s laugh came through the headset, raspy and mocking. “damn, rindou… how the fuck are you so focused on the game right now? i’m more distracted than you, bro. let me get a look.”
a chuckle followed from ran, smooth, lazy, and entirely too amused by his little brother. “no kidding. ignore the match, rin-rin.”
rindou didn’t even crack a smile. his jaw tightened, his sharp eyes narrowing through his glasses. “know your place, idiots,” he said flatly, his tone dripping with hot delinquent pride.
he set the controller down, one hand gripping your hip with bruising force as he guided you off the armrest. the comms went quiet for half a second before breaking into low, appreciative whistles as you rose to your feet, only to step between his legs and settle onto the chair, straddling his lap.
“holy shit-” sanzu muttered, the sound of him scoffing echoing over the mic.
“damn, that’s a show,” ran added, completely loving the chaos.
rindou’s attention was entirely on you now, the game forgotten. both of his hands slid up and down your bare sides with deliberate, heavy strokes, his palms warm against your skin. you steadied yourself with your hands on his shoulders, one drifting up to cup his face, your thumb brushing his cheekbone in lazy circles. you leaned in to pepper a few loud, playful kisses across his sharp jawline before his head dipped lower, lips pressing a rough kiss to one breast, then the other, acting like he had all the time in the world for you and absolutely zero for the rest of the gang.
“this is making me hard, bro,” sanzu’s voice suddenly drawled through the headset, entirely shameless.
you blinked, pulled back to reality, the heat in your cheeks spiking when it hit you.
the boys could actually see you.
and they’d seen a lot.
worse, this wasn’t the first time rindou had let them catch a glimpse. typical arrogant haitani behavior, always showing off what's his. gods, rindou. why would you- ugh.
you turned your head toward the monitor at sanzu’s voice, and the movement shifted your torso, offering them a perfect view of the swell of your chest.
rindou’s hand came up immediately, covering your chest in a suffocatingly possessive grip, fingers curling tightly into your skin to pull you back toward him, forcing you to face him instead of the camera.
“fuck,” he muttered, his hot-headed nature flaring as he reached over with his free hand to violently flick the camera off.
rindou angled his chair back toward the desk, pulling you along with him so you stayed perched snugly on his lap. both of his hands went right back to the mouse and keyboard, his posture straight like having his girl straddling him during a match was completely regular business.
you leaned in, pressing slow, deliberate kisses to his jaw, trailing down to the curve of his neck where his collarbone met his throat.
“rin…” you murmured against his skin. “baby… the game can wait, please”
“push mid, now,” he ordered into the mic, his voice clipped, smooth, and completely ignoring your teasing.
ran’s laugh cracked through the comms. “bro, they’re done for. this idiot just walked right into your trap.”
“yooo- rindou, you wiped the whole squad again?!” sanzu barked a laugh. “guess the haitani brothers really can multitask.”
you kissed his neck again, right over his warm skin, whispering, “just look at me for a second…” your hands slid to his chest, fingers curling lightly into his skin, feeling the subtle flex of muscle beneath your touch.
his eyes stayed glued to the screen. “two more. clean it up,” he murmured, tracking the minimap. his thighs shifted beneath you, the movement making you rock ever so slightly against him, but his hands never left the setup.
ran and sanzu's voices overlapped, taunting the other team. “easy win! we took the top spot again.”
rindou glanced at the scoreboard, his expression completely deadpan. “pathetic.” then, without missing a beat, he went right back to finishing the match, still refusing to give you the satisfaction of a real reaction.
but since he wouldn’t give you his attention, you decided to take matters into your own hands.
you slid your hands up to his bare chest, feeling the heat radiating off him. your palms moved deliberately, tracing every contour before inching downward. your fingers curled around the waistband of his boxers, and with teasing patience, you slid your hand down, stroking the length pressed hard against the fabric.
rindou stiffened, a sharp, ragged breath escaping him. “hey, not now,” he said, his voice a little shaky as his hand reached down to weakly push your wrist away, “i’m still playing, baby.”
you smiled softly, watching his carefully built control completely unravel. his jaw clenched so hard the muscles jumped, but the dark flush rising on his neck gave him away. his usually sharp, competitive glare flickered into something dark, heavy, and vulnerable.
“focus, rinnie. aren't you locked in, mmm?” you whispered, your fingers ghosting over him. “or are you about to take your first real loss tonight?”
he tried to retort with a snarky, “jesus, babe-” but the words caught in his throat, replaced by a breathy, “oh, fuck…” that slipped out despite his best effort to stay cool in front of the guys.
you retracted your hand slowly and leaned in, your fingertips brushing his lower lip before gently tugging it down. “spit,” you commanded softly.
rindou hesitated for a fraction of a heartbeat, his dangerous gang executive aura melting away as he obediently let a small amount of saliva gather in his mouth before releasing it into your palm.
your hand dipped back inside his boxers, wrapping around his heat fully now. you started to stroke with purpose, your movements slow and rhythmic.
from across the game, ran smirked, definitely noticing the change in his brother's gameplay. “oi, rindou! you’re lagging! what's taking so long?”
“shut up!” rindou shot back, though his voice cracked just a bit too much to sound convincing. “i’m not lagging, moron.”
sanzu snickered, throwing playful, unhinged jabs. “hell, anyone’d lose focus with a girl like that putting in work. let him cook, ran.”
rindou gritted his teeth, his knuckles turning white on the mouse, but he couldn’t hide the dark flush creeping across his face. “focus on the game, you idiots.”
you pressed your hand a little harder, slicking the length of him, eliciting a low, almost inaudible groan from deep in his throat. he swallowed hard, attempting to maintain his composure, but it was clear he was completely losing it.
ran shook his head with a grin. “sure, sure. you keep telling yourself you're fine, rin-rin.”
rindou glanced up at you, his eyes narrowing, dark with a promise of absolute trouble. “consider yourself wrecked after this. good luck walking out of this room tomorrow.”
you smirked, your fingers never stopping their slow, agonizing pace. “oh, i think you’re enjoying this way more than you’re letting on, rinnie.”
rindou’s lips twitched in a reluctant smile as he tried to focus back on the screen, but the tension in his body betrayed him.every muscle taut, every breath shallow and uneven.
suddenly, rindou’s eyes snapped away from the screen entirely, the word bursting out before he could stop it. “fuck!” he violently yanked off his gaming headphones, slamming them onto the desk. the sudden silence in the room was deafening.
without a word, he stood up, his gaze locked on you with a fierce, starved hunger. your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, arms winding around his neck as he pulled you closer against his chest.
he grabbed you with a rough, delinquent urgency and practically slammed you down onto his gaming table, your ass nearly crashing into the keyboard and his crumpled gang uniform jacket scattered near the gear. your back pressed hard against the edge of his glowing computer tower, the heat between you instantly electric.
his hands slid down your sides, dipping under the waistband of your panties. with a swift, careless pull, he ripped them down your thighs as his cock instantly found its place against you, hard, demanding, and slick.
he grasped your thighs firmly, bruising your skin as he pulled them forward just enough for you to take him whole. his breath hitched, his voice low, guttural, and dripping with raw desire. “you wanted this so bad, huh? can't fucking wait? now fucking take it.”
the sound of your breath hitched as rindou thrust into you, hard and fast, driving you against the edge of the gaming table. his hands gripped your hips with a fierce, territorial possessiveness, his hips snapping relentlessly.
“fuck, you feel so good baby,” he growled, his voice rough and completely unrefined as he buried himself deeper. your nails dug into his bare shoulders, matching his violent intensity with desperate moans spilling from your lips.
rindou’s breath came in ragged pants, his hair's a mess as his lips parted against your skin, whispering, “you wanted my attention so bad, didn't you? now don't you dare close your eyes while i fucking ruin you.”
hus movements quickened, his hips slamming mercilessly, the desk rattling beneath the weight of his aggression. your moans mixed with his low, heavy groans, the tension spiraling completely out of control.
suddenly, a muffled voice cut through the haze from the discarded headset on the desk. “rindou?”
sanzu chimed in, “yo, man, why’d you gotta leave the match like that? we’re down by two. don't tell me you bit it.”
“bro, let’s just finish it without him. he's busy,” ran responded, laughing.
the boys’ laughter and chatter faded into the background as rindou’s grip tightened. he growled against your neck, biting the skin. “ignore them. you’re mine right now.”
your moans grew louder, matching his aggressive thrusts, the two of you lost in a wild, urgent rhythm while the rest of the team continued the match without him.
“i don’t like you ignoring me like that,” you gasped breathlessly, your hands sliding up to find his face, fingers gently caressing his cheeks.
without warning, rindou captured your lips in a possessive and silencing kiss, so intense it drove you back until your spine hit the cold, hard edge of the computer tower. the sharp contrast of the cold metal only made the fire between you burn hotter.
rindou’s hips stuttered for a fraction of a second, then snapped deeper, driving you closer to the absolute edge. your breath hitched and your hands gripped his shoulders tight, nails digging into his skin as pleasure burned through you.
“oh shit… keep going, baby,” you moaned, your voice trembling with pure need. “t-that’s so good, rin.”
he smirked against your neck, hearing every desperate, broken sound you made. his hands slid up to your face, his fingers spreading wide to cup your cheeks firmly, his thumbs pressing into your skin, squishing your face in a rough, dominant hold that was so uniquely him.
“you were looking so pretty for sanzu earlier, right?” he growled low, eyes dark with a dangerous promise. “let’s see if he can save you when i completely break you right here.”
the words sent a violent shiver through you as your body tensed, your release crashing over you in waves. rindou didn’t slow down, didn’t give you a second to breathe. his cock kept thrusting relentlessly, riding out your climax like he was feeding off your every desperate moan.
your hands scrambled for support, palms flattening against the gaming table. one slipped, your fingers accidentally pressing down hard on the mechanical keyboard, a string of random key clicks echoing loudly in the background. the monitor flickered with chaotic inputs, but rindou didn’t even glance at it, too locked in on making you come.
“pretty sure the boys just figured out exactly why i left the game,” he hissed, his grip on your cheeks tightening as if to permanently mark you. “bet they can hear every damn thing right now.”
little did you know, when your hand slammed against the keyboard, it had done more than mash random keys. one of the macro shortcuts had switched rindou’s camera right back on.
the stream lit up with a perfectly clear view of your back arched toward the monitor, arms bracing yourself against the table, rindou’s lean, toned figure moving behind you with sharp, relentless, and unforgiving thrusts.
you were too far gone to notice until a sudden, loud voice from the headset speakers cut through the haze.
“holy shit, rindou…” sanzu’s voice rasped through the speakers, a slow, completely thrilled laugh slipping out. “you fucking greedy bastard. keeping that all to yourself, huh?”
rindou let out a groan, his fingers digging into your hips so hard his knuckles turned white as he rode out the final moments of his control.
“keep your fucking mouth shut, sanzu,” rindou growled into the mic. “don't stop moaning, baby. let that bastard hear exactly who’s inside you right now.”
warnings: HEAVILY sacrilegious, sex in a church (specifically a confession booth), blasphemy (reciting prayers during sex), heavy impact play (clit spanks and spanking), heavy degradation, face fucking, spit, oral creampie, creampie, unprotected sex, squirting, multiple orgasms (both receiving), tears, hair pulling, rough sex, mention of drugs and alcohol, public sex
synopsis: he sought after religion to stay far away from temptation but here you are, the perfect temptation. how could he resist?
a/n: this is a submission for my heaven and hell collab! please check out the other works from the many talented participants. this is also inspired by a priest i had a crush on when i used to go to church
He wasn’t a typical priest. Most were young, born in a life of religion and walked the holy path from the moment they could stand on two feet. But that wasn’t him. He had his fun, he committed more sins than he could count and did things that were unspeakable.
ᯓ tags│age gap (legal ofc), inexperienced reader, mention of drugs, possessive behavior, jealousy, smut, missionary, doggy, matingpress, size kink, manhandling, dirty talk, fingers in mouth, overstimulation, safe word, edging, choking, pinning, oral, bj, hair pulling, bdsm│word cound│5k
─ SANZU HARUCHIYO
sanzu keeps finding himself thinking about you during meetings, during jobs, during long nights. at first, he tells himself it's curiosity - then obsession. by the time he realizes it's love, it's already far too late. you're living in his head rent-free, and every attempt he makes to ignore it only makes it worse.
the age gap bothers him more than it bothers you. because he genuinely believes you're too good for him. he's spent years surrounded by violence, crime. meanwhile, you have a normal life, normal friends, normal worries. when he looks at you, it's like looking through a window into a life he never got to have.
despite his reputation, he's surprisingly soft around you. not in a weak way - just different. there are sides of him that nobody else gets to see. he lets you see his exhaustion. lets you see those rare moments when the weight of everything catches up to him. on nights when he comes home tired, he'll rest his head in your lap and close his eyes while you play with his hair.
he acts annoyed when you worry about him, but secretly he loves it. every text asking if he got home safely. every reminder to eat. every time you tell him to get more sleep. nobody has taken care of him like that in years.
sometimes he'll read your messages while sitting in a room full of dangerous men and feel something painfully warm settle in his chest. he won't answer right away - he likes pretending he's cooler than he is but everyone around him notices how much softer his expression gets whenever your name appears on his phone.
sanzu becomes ridiculously protective, though he tries very hard not to be controlling. there's a difference, and he knows it. he understands that you're your own person. he respects your independence. but that doesn't stop him from worrying constantly.
every time you mention going somewhere alone at night, he immediately starts asking questions. every time you take too long to answer a text, he has to physically stop himself from checking whether something happened to you. he trusts you completely.
one of his favorite things is listening to you talk. genuinely listening. you could spend twenty minutes explaining workplace drama, a movie you watched, a random fact you learned online, and he'd sit there absorbing every word. half the time he has no idea why he's so interested. logically, none of it should matter.
compared to the things he deals with daily, your stories are insignificant. but because they're yours, he hangs onto every detail. weeks later he'll casually bring up something you mentioned once and you'll stare at him in surprise because you forgot all about it. meanwhile, he remembered every word.
he develops a habit of buying you things whenever he sees something that reminds him of you. sometimes it's expensive jewelry. sometimes it's a snack from a convenience store. the price doesn't matter. what matters is that he saw it and immediately thought of you.
his apartment slowly fills with evidence of this habit. little trinkets, books, flowers. random gifts with no special occasion attached. when you ask why he keeps bringing you things, he shrugs and mumbles something about having money to waste. the truth is much simpler: he likes seeing you smile.
jealousy is one of sanzu's worst traits, and unlike some people, he doesn't hide it well at all. in fact, sometimes it feels like he doesn't even try. the second he notices someone getting a little too comfortable with you, his entire demeanor changes, his smile disappears, his patience vanishes. suddenly every little thing irritates him. he doesn't sit quietly and pretend everything is fine because everything is not fine.
he'll insert himself into the situation immediately, draping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his side, interrupting conversations, making it painfully obvious that he's unhappy. the problem isn't that he doesn't trust you. he does. it's other people he doesn't trust. unfortunately, when his temper gets involved, that distinction isn't always obvious.
it causes arguments more often than either of you would like. sanzu can be surprisingly sensitive when it comes to you, and jealousy has a habit of dragging every insecurity he has straight to the surface. he'll get irritated over things you consider harmless.
he loves domestic moments more than he'd ever admit. grocery shopping together, cooking dinner, arguing over what movie to watch. falling asleep on opposite sides of the couch because neither of you intended to nap. these moments mean more to him than expensive dates or grand gestures. his entire life is built around danger and unpredictability. with you, things are simple.
there are moments when he looks at you and feels almost overwhelmed by how much he loves you. moments when you're laughing at something stupid, moments when you're half-asleep and mumbling nonsense. his chest actually aches because the feeling is too big, too much. he spent years believing he wasn't capable of loving someone normally. then you came along and proved him wrong.
if anyone ever asked him what his favorite thing about you is, he'd probably scoff and refuse to answer. but privately, the answer would be easy. it's the fact that you see him as a person first. not a monster - just him. and for someone who has spent most of his life being viewed through the lens of violence and chaos, that kind of love feels almost miraculous. even after years together, there are still moments when he catches himself looking at you and thinking the exact same thing:
I can't believe you're real.
sanzu's addiction is probably the thing that scares him most once he falls in love with you. before you, he could ignore the damage he was doing to himself. he didn't care enough to stop. if he woke up miserable, if his body paid the price, if he spiraled, that was his problem. but then you happen.
suddenly there is someone whose face he wants to see tomorrow, someone he wants to come home to, someone whose hands he wants to hold ten years from now. he doesn't magically recover because of love. that's not how addiction works. there are setbacks, bad days, moments where he pushes you away because he's ashamed of himself.
but you're one of the few people who sees the difference between the ruthless bonten executive and the exhausted man underneath. you never treat him like a project to fix, you don't lecture him, you don't try to save him single-handedly - you just stay.
moving to his intimate side, sanzu is the type of man who worships you during sex. the first time he sees you undressed, he can't take his eyes off of you. because of his life, he is more on experienced so he knows what he's doing. once sanzu finds out that you haven't been with anyone before - he makes sure to take care of you more delicately.
he enjoys giving more than receiving for sure and can stay between your legs for hours until you physically can't take it anymore. sanzu hates to admit how much he loves when you're desperate for him. that's why he denies your orgasm quite often to see you fall apart under him.
"haru- please, too much." tears are falling apart from the corner of your eyes as you beg for him to let you cum. sanzu keeps pushing all the right buttons - he's circling your clit, hitting that one spot with his long fingers and licking your cunt nonstop. but then he suddenly stops to look up at you - you're a babbling mess, chanting his name like a prayer and begging for release.
you expect him to be mean about it - but he's not. he would rather die than degrade you during your most vulnerable state.
"you're doin' so good, baby, jus' one more f'me." he praises, his voice vibrating throughout your whole body.
sanzu has a staring problem generally - and it shows during sex as well. sometimes he gets distracted when he sees you, hair messy, face flushed, lips red and bruised and he gets so hard. when you also look back at him and hold eye-contact - sanzu takes it as a challenge and will not look away until he makes you lose.
when he's in a good mood - he likes to tease and make you shy. for example, when your legs are on his shoulders as he pounds into you, you're completely open for him. your eyes are rolling back from the pleasure, your tits are moving up and down and you feel like a mess.
"you look so perfect, baby- fuck, so tight f'me, yeah?"
your face gets even more red at his words and you try to hide your face in your hands but sanzu doesn't let you - he will spread your legs apart and get closer to your face - pinning both of your hands on top of your head and keeps thrusting in and out.
"don' hide from me, sweetheart- wanna look at you."
however, sanzu also loves when you're the one making him flustered especially when he doesn't expect it. he could be working on some documents and you suddenly appear out of nowhere, dressed in his clothes, sitting on top of his lap. at first, he smiles at the sight - his favorite girl showing affection. but when you start making out with him, trailing kisses on his neck and softly grinding on his bulge - sanzu's in heaven.
the papers are long forgotten as he wraps his hands around your waist and helps you move better - his cheeks turn pink like his hair and he gets all whiny and loud. "fuck- baby, you feel so good!" sanzu praises as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him to shut him up.
his favorite position is whatever lets him be as close to you as possible. yes, he enjoys everything you two do together but sanzu is desperate to hold, kiss and bite you. he loves hiding his face in the crook of your neck the most as he pounds into you, leaving marks all over your throat as he smells your scent, hears your moans, taste your skin.
─ RAN HAITANI
the age gap becomes a source of endless teasing. not because he's trying to make you uncomfortable, but because he finds your reactions adorable. every time you call him old, he gasps dramatically like you've mortally wounded him. every birthday becomes an opportunity for you to make a joke about his age and for him to spend the rest of the day pretending he's the victim.
meanwhile, he's secretly very fond of the difference in life experience between you. not in a controlling way - he actually loves hearing your perspective on things. sometimes you'll say something simple, something obvious, and he'll find himself staring because you've managed to make him look at a situation differently.
because he owns multiple clubs and nightlife businesses through bonten's operations, his schedule is unusual. he's often awake when everyone else is asleep and asleep when everyone else is working. yet somehow, he always makes time for you. if that means leaving a club early, he'll leave early. if that means canceling plans, he'll cancel them.
you're more important to him. soon you realize this man, who has entire businesses depending on him, keeps abandoning meetings because you asked if he wanted to get lunch. physical affection comes naturally to him. he's not shy - if he wants to hold your hand, he'll hold your hand. he doesn't think twice about it, doesn't matter if you're in public or not.
his hand is always resting on your knee while you're sitting together, his fingers brushing against yours while walking. his arm draped over the back of your chair. that's just how he is. he likes being close to you.
despite all the teasing, he's actually very attentive. ran notices everything. people often underestimate how observant he is because he acts so relaxed, but he's constantly paying attention. he notices when you're tired before you mention it. notices when you're stressed. notices when your smile seems forced. notices when something is bothering you.
the difference is that he doesn't always address it directly. instead, he'll find little ways to make things easier. maybe he brings your favorite food home. maybe he cancels plans so the two of you can spend the evening together. maybe he distracts you until you're laughing despite yourself. he understands that not every problem can be solved, but he likes making your bad days a little better.
bonten members are used to seeing ran flirt with everyone. they're used to his jokes and his charm. what they're not used to seeing is genuine affection because the version of ran they know is always performing a little bit. then you come along and suddenly he's smiling differently - more soft and warm.
rindou acts annoyed by his brother's antics, but secretly enjoys watching him be happy. the teasing goes both ways. if ran is spending too much time texting you, rindou points it out. if ran cancels plans because you're free that evening, rindou points it out. if ran starts smiling at his phone during a meeting, rindou definitely points it out.
"she texted you, didn't she?"
"mind your business."
despite all the teasing, rindou genuinely likes you. mostly because you're one of the few people capable of getting ran to slow down occasionally. he's spent years watching his brother throw himself into dangerous situations and seeing someone become important enough for ran to think about consequences is reassuring.
one thing about ran is that he absolutely loves sleep. this man can nap anywhere and once you're together, he becomes shameless about using you as a pillow. you'll be sitting on a couch watching television and suddenly there's a head in your lap. you'll be reading a book and feel him leaning against your shoulder. you'll wake up from a nap and discover he's somehow taken up most of the available space despite claiming he wasn't tired twenty minutes ago.
beneath all the jokes and teasing, though, there is a side of ran very few people ever see. despite his confidence, despite how relaxed he appears, he's not immune to fear. he knows exactly what kind of life he lives. he knows how dangerous bonten is. that's why he is always worried about your safety and it's a number one priority for him.
there are moments where you'll catch glimpses of the side of him very few people ever see. usually late at night when you're both lying awake in bed and neither of you feels like sleeping yet. those are the moments where the jokes fade away - where his voice gets quieter, he talks about things he normally keeps buried: childhood memories, regrets, fears. despite how confident he appears, ran carries loneliness too. years of it. and when he trusts you enough to show those parts of himself.
years into the relationship, he'll still look at you the same way he did in the beginning. still reach for your hand automatically. still pull you into his lap during movie nights, still bury his face in your shoulder when he's exhausted, still abandon important plans just because spending time with you sounds more appealing.
ran haitani in bed is something else. he already makes you feel special enough everyday but during sex - he makes you feel heavenly. oh, he knoooows what he's doing. ran is the type that talks you through it for sure. he talks, he teases, he does not shut up. no matter how many times you've gotten intimate - he doesn't fail to make you flustered and shy every single time.
ran is a tall, big man. he's also very strong and can manhandle you however he wishes. he does everything in his power to make you moan louder than before. he feeds off of it.
"like how I fuck you, baby?" he whispers in your ear from behind while pressing his chest down at your back. he's thrusting slow but hard - he goes so deep, you feel him in your tummy. ran slides down a hand to feel himself moving in and out of you. if you don't respond - he stops, cups your face and demands an answer.
"ran, please- don't stop!" you feel frustrated at the loss of an orgasm but once you do as he says - ran continues, pounding even deeper than before, stretching you out so much that your eyes roll back. his hand starts circling your clit and you start to see stars, release taking over you as he fucks you through it. ran haitani likes to take his time during sex. just like sanzu, he also edges you to your limit until you fall apart but he always leaves you satisfied in the end and it makes everything worth it.
most of the time you have sex with ran, you end up in cloud state. if you were shy and hesitant before, now you're babbling nonsense, begging for more - and he never disappoints. he loves to hear you beg for more, moan his name and be desperate as you leave scratches all over his back and arms. he is a masochist more than a sadist - you can slap him, hurt him, scratch whatever you want and it'll only turn him on more.
every time you do try to be dominant, you end up disappointed. ran takes it as a challenge whenever you get on top of him. he lets you have your control but as soon as you start riding him, you fall apart. he starts teasing you, whispering soft praises, playing with your clit and tits, pushing himself up to go in deeper and you lose all your composure. ran ends up rolling you over, getting on top of you and finishing everything on his terms.
"you did good, sweetheart, lemme take over now." he whispers in your ear seductively as he kisses and hits all the right spots.
ran's sex drive is high. he's freaked out almost everyday and can keep going over and over until you pass out from sleep. he tries something new every time you have sex, testing your limits.
one thing he does quite often is wrapping his big, large hands on your throat and staring at your expression while your eyes are rolled back, mouth open from pleasure. the sight of you makes him lose it every time and he has to fight his own body to not cum right on the spot.
ran loves, loves, loves eating you out too much. it always ends up with you pulling on his hair, forcing him stop because it's your third time cumming in a row and you're overstimulated. he frowns but praises you after for doing so good.
ran's big on praise but there are times he's too lost in pleasure and can't control what he says. "such a good slut f'me, fuck, fuck-"
another thing he does is pulling your hair. because of this, one if his favorite position is doggy because he gets to pull your hair and expose your soft neck to him. he leaves marks all over your shoulder and throat as he fucks you from behind. he also gets to whisper sweet praises in your ear and pull you on the edge.
─ RINDOU HAITANI
the age gap is something he thinks about more seriously than he admits. he wants to make sure you're comfortable. he wants to make sure you're making your own decisions. he never wants you to feel pressured by his age, his status, or his position within bonten. once he realizes the relationship is serious, though, he stops overthinking it and simply focuses on making you happy.
out of all the bonten executives, rindou is probably one of the least interested in public displays of affection. not because he's embarrassed of you. quite the opposite, actually. he values the relationship so much that it almost feels private to him - something special. something that belongs to the two of you rather than the rest of the world.
when you're attending events related to the clubs he helps manage and oversee, he stays relatively composed. maybe a hand on the small of your back while guiding you through a crowd. maybe his fingers briefly finding yours. maybe a protective hand on your shoulder.
the moment the two of you are home, he's suddenly attached to your side. he's especially fond of small, quiet touches. if you're cooking dinner, he's leaning against the counter nearby pretending he's not specifically there. but soon enough you feel him wrap his arms around you from behind and place soft kisses on your neck.
rindou often pretends not to care while obviously caring a lot. you'll mention being cold and suddenly a jacket appears over your shoulders. you'll mention being hungry and somehow food arrives. you'll say you're tired and he'll quietly suggest heading home earlier. then when you thank him, he shrugs and acts like it was nothing.
the sweetest thing about him is that he genuinely listens. every little detail you mention gets filed away somewhere in his memory. your favorite drink. the movie you've been wanting to watch. the book you've mentioned three separate times. you'll casually talk about something once and forget about it entirely. then weeks later he'll show up with tickets, reservations, or some small gift connected to that conversation.
late at night is when his softer side appears most often. the city is quiet. the clubs are closed or running without him. bonten feels far away. and suddenly it's just the two of you curled up together in bed. those are the moments where he'll actually talk about things. his worries. his thoughts. memories from years ago. things he would never tell most people.
jealousy is one of the few things capable of bringing that temper out almost instantly. unlike ran, who might tease his way through jealousy, rindou gets noticeably annoyed. if someone is flirting with you, he isn't going to sit there smiling through it. his entire mood drops.
conversations become shorter. his expression gets harder. and if the person continues despite the obvious signs, that's when the irritation starts becoming visible. he'll move closer to you without thinking about it. his hand finds yours. his arm settles around your shoulders. suddenly he's involved in the conversation whether anyone invited him or not - and he will be mean about it!
the worst arguments in your relationship usually happen because rindou has a habit of bottling things up. he's not naturally expressive. if something bothers him, he'll often sit with it for hours before saying anything. unfortunately, by the time he finally speaks up, he's already irritated.
you'll ask what's wrong. he'll say "nothing." you'll ask again. same answer. then three hours later he's suddenly admitting that something from earlier bothered him and now you're both trying to untangle a problem that could've been solved immediately. it's frustrating for both of you. he knows it's frustrating. he just struggles with vulnerability sometimes.
however, one thing about rindou is that he hates staying angry with you. genuinely hates it. arguments make him miserable. even when he's convinced he's right, even when he's still annoyed, he hates the distance that comes afterward. he'll sit alone replaying the conversation in his head, picking apart every sentence, wondering if he handled things poorly. sometimes his pride gets in the way for a little while, but eventually the need to fix things wins every single time.
rindou is also quite experienced when it comes to sex. he knows what buttons to push - he's quiet but focused. at first he won't initiate anything, afraid to make you uncomfortable. he's so hesitant during the first time but once he notices you're nervous, he becomes gentle and guides you through it.
rindou is much softer with you and it takes him a long time for him to get the hang of the relationship. before you, his sex life was pretty much one-night-stands. with you, he doesn't want to mess up so he does everything in his power to make you feel secure and safe. he asks you occasionally if you're okay.
unlike the other two, rindou is much thicker in size and the way he stretches you out feels heavenly every time. he's not much of a talker - all you hear from him are occasional grunts and groans. although, your moans are his favorite thing to hear.
rindou doesn't usually like to shut you up but there are moments when he gets the urge to push his fingers down your throat. it's not that you're being too loud- no, he could listen to you all day if he wanted to. it's just the sight of you sucking on his fingers pulls him to the edge.
rindou works out almost everyday so he is pretty built and strong. when you point out how amazing his biceps look, he gets flustered. later that day, he makes sure to show you how strong he really is. just like his brother, rin's also into choking - but he chokes you with his biceps instead.
you're on your knees and elbows when he thrusts into you from behind. he forces you up by pulling your hair and headlocks your neck in his big, strong arms. your back arches and you feel him hit spots you didn't even know existed.
unexpectedly, you and rindou get so lost in the pleasure, you have to discuss having a safe word. he could be eating you out, fucking you into oblivion and then making you sit on his face and all of a sudden, you're too overwhelmed, your body aching from both pain and pleasure.
speaking of face-sitting, rin is into every position where you're on top of him. oh, how much he loooves having you ride him on the couch after a long, tiring day. he still makes sure to help you move better if you get tired. if you complain too much, he gets a little "mean" and tells you to take it because "you're a good girl for me, yeah?". will praise you endlessly after you're done, though.
rin is a very touch-starved man. he likes to feel you close. 99% of the time he's sweet but angry sex with rindou is something entirely different. it usually happens when he gets jealous. when he noticed someone hitting you up at his club and he got genuinely irritated.
he obviously doesn't mention why his mood changed until you ask and that's when he loses all his composure - tying you up the to the bed and taking out all his anger on you. that's when he first realizes he enjoys overstimulating you a bit too much. he can't help himself the way he licks all over your cunt while pushing fingers deep inside you. your hands are tied up so you can't hold on to anything and you feel helpless and vulnerable under him but he's making you feel so good.
if you couldn't tell already, rindou would rather give than receive. but there are times, you want to do something for him too. rin's a bit hesitant when you first go down on him. he's the one that feels overwhelmed this time - the way your mouth feels so warm and amazing around him, the way your tongue moves around his tip.
rindou loves to manhandle and use his strength on you. your legs could be on his shoulders, you're so close to cumming and he suddenly decides to flip you on your stomach and push his dick deeper from behind. he also enjoys fucking into you on the shower wall, hands under your thighs while he's holding you up. he groans at how your walls squeeze him tight and bites your neck out of frustration.
his head rolls backwards from the pleasure as he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you down deeper, reaching your throat. that's the first time you hear him moan out of pleasure. "fuck- jus' like that, don't stop-" he's completely lost in pleasure as you bob your head up and down nonstop. looking at you on your knees as you suck him off becomes his favorite sight of you.
genre: gn!reader who wears a skirt. a little suggestive at the end.
a/n: inspired by this puzzreve gacha card which i failed to get despite spending sm FUCKING diamonds on it FuCK
rindou, who is more insecure than you think and was caught off guard when you were interested in him and not his older brother, who's much more popular with suitors. "ran's not here," he says absentmindedly when you show up at their apartment, waving you off only to be pleasantly surprised when you tell him that you're there to actually visit him.
rindou, who is actually easily flustered because he's not used to being in the spotlight, having grown accustomed to being in his brother's shadow. "uh, sure," he coughs awkwardly, "i'm just working on a mix right now"– and his fingers are fumbling just slightly on the knobs as he feels your eyes focus on him, but as soon as he gets back into the groove of things, you can tell just how much he enjoys being in his own element apart from his brother.
rindou, who flashes you a cheeky little grin in between song transitions and beckons you to come behind the dj booth so he can explain to you the functions on the controller, and who lets you mess around with the knobs and cheers you on as you experiment. "yeah, that's it, you're getting the hang of it!"
rindou, whose face flushes when he feels you get a little too close to him, then before you know it, his lips are on yours. he's guiding you to the sofa, hands on your hips, and you're both toppling over as he rucks up your skirt. it's a little clumsy, rindou even tripping on an empty beer can on the way there (lol). then suddenly, the door swings open and it's ran, apparently just waking up now despite it being mid-day.
"uhm, same time tomorrow?" rindou asks sheepishly, helping you back up and fixing your skirt.
