Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Thinking about Kazutora and how his earring would jingle every time he thrust into you. You're so conditioned that when you hear a little bell that sounds like his, you look around to see if he's there, rubbing your thighs together, without fail, with great frustration when you don't see him. You're always so sad when it's just a toy and not your man.
Taglist ::: @kazutora-kurokawa (just cuz, y'know, it's your man) @arlerts-angel @darkstarlight82 if anyone wants to be tagged in my TokRev stuff send me a msg!
cw-> jelous! kazutora, toxic! kazutora, second timeline, valhalla, slight violence, bones breaking, choking, spanking, slut shaming
TWO years ago you never would have thought you'd be here, an abandoned arcade crowded with delinquents. In the heart of Valhalla, the headless angel, with the arm of a killer wrapped snugly around your waist. The arm of your lovely, more than slightly deranged boyfriend. Kazutora Hanemiya.
You briefly thought of the first time you saw him, on the news. Cuffed and being pulled away from a bike shop. “Robbery gone wrong” read the title. You remembered the fear that raked through your body when you realized that such a crime only happened a few blocks away from your house.
Your thoughts unraveled as you heard your name being called. Arai, one of Kazutora's ‘most trusted’ subordinates calling out your name, and Chiba, who introduced you to your beloved boyfriend waving at you.
A smile pulled onto your face as you waved back. You had been friends with the duo far before they got involved in this world. You considered them family. And you hated the way Kazutora treated them, and you hated the way they never fought back to him, loyalty never wavering.
The duo walked over to you and Kazu, right when his hand moved from your hip to your hair, playing with the ends, burning cigarette in his free hand. The rough herbal scent choking you.
“Ive missed you.” Chiba muttered as he watched Kazutora ash his cigarette onto the chair. “ive missed you both!” You replied.
“It's been too long.” Arai mumbled, as he shifted all his weight to his right foot.
You nodded as a small polite laugh left your mouth. “How have you guys been?” You said as you slightly shuffled out of your boyfriend's grip moving closer to your friends, his subordinates. Kazutora's eyebrows knitted into each other at that small movement, but he decided to bide his time before speaking, or more like lashing out about it.
“We’ve been good, school stuff, gang stuff, y’know the norm.” Chiba spoke. “We're gonna go smoke.” His eyes flickered to Kazutora’s now filter, but once cigarette. “Outside. D’ya wanna come?”
You meekly nodded while turning closer to your boyfriend. "You don't have to come if you don't wanna kazu’.” The frown on his face pulled deeper.
“Im coming.”
In a second he was pulling you up with him, following his subordinates out the door. A gust of wind ruffling your hair as Chiba started to flicker his lighter.
“So.” Kazutora spoke. “What's up with this whole tryna take my girl thing?”
You flinched at Kazutora's words, already knowing where this was going. “Kazu nobody was trying to take me!” You responded, but the only response you got was a side eye from kazu, and a crinkle of the eyebrow before he continued to stare at the duo.
“Yo, Kazutora man, was just tryna catch up with her.” Chiba replied. “We go way back y’know?”
“And?” Kazutora replied, stepping away from you, closer to his subordinates. “Youve hardly known her a year longer than me.” He tilted his head.
Well that wasn't true, you'd known chiba your whole life. Not Arai. It was true you hadn't known Arai that long.
“Tora man, y’know we wo-.” Arai began to speak before Kazutora interrupted him with a not so polite punch. Blood sputtered down his face as he landed on the floor. Chiba watched the familiar scene unfold in front of him. Kazutora’ definitely had a temper when it came to you. Chiba didn't do anything to fight back when he was punched again and again.
Tears fell down your face as you tried to pull kazutora off of your friend, but he didn't even budge. Stepping hard on Chiba's left leg until you heard the bone craaack. Soon doing the same to Arai.
After he was sure both legs were completely broken, he pulled your crying form off him. Hand finding its way around your neck and pressing down hard.
“We're going home now. Kay?”
His grip on your neck loosened slightly when he took in your teary eyes, only fully releasing his grip when he saw you nod.
The ride back to his apartment was silent. The wind in your hair as his motorcycle sped through red lights.
He roughly pulled you inside his apartment, wasting no time to start his ‘fit’. “What the fuck is wrong with you y/n?” He shouted as he caged you in against the wall. “Do y’know how it looks when my fucking girlfreind leaves me and walks off with two guys?”
You didn't reply. His face moved in closer towards you now, hardly an inch away. “It makes you look like a whore for starters.” You bit your lip hard, to keep the words you desperately wanted to stay stuck in your throat, only so you wouldn't anger your beloved boyfriend.
“Your fuckin’ lucky i didnt stay behind, f’you to go off with them.” His voice wasn't a shout anymore. “Do y’know what guys like that wanna do with pretty lil’ things like you?” He mumbled as one of his hands slipped under your shirt to slide up and down on your torso.
“Kazu!” You sucked in a deep breath as his hand slid under your bra. Squeezing down on your breast. “They wouldn't do that, they're my friends!"
“Freinds.” He mocked, imitating your voice. His free hand slipping under your skirt playing with the lace at the edge of your panties. “I want you to say sorry to me y/n.” He mumbled before kissing your neck.
“Im not.” You whimpered. “I have nothing to be sorry for!” You regretted the words, almost immediately. His hand quickly withdrew from underneath your skirt to the back of your neck.
“Heh.”
In a second you were thrown onto the couch. Your head, harshly clashing with the arm rest. He was on you in a second ripping off the shirt you wore, pushing you onto your stomach and yanking your hips up.
“Gunna make, you regret that princess.” He muttered as he flipped your skirt up and swiftly spanked your ass, once, twice, then three times. “Count em’.” And you did.
Tears bubbled in your eyes not so gracefully falling down your face, mixing with your mascara leaving an ugly trail as his slaps grew harder.
“Do y’want this to be over?” He asked around the 10th spank. “All ya’ gotta do is apologize baby.” It hurt your pride, but it hurt your body more, not to.
“Im sorry!” You screeched.
Your reply was him rubbing his hands over your ass cheeks in a soothing way, and a barely audible “Good girl”. Before he yanked your panties to the side slamming his whole self into you in one go. Knocking the air out of your lungs.
You weren't sure when he pulled his pants down, and you didn't really care. The only thing that mattered to you in that moment was the way your beloved boyfriend pummeled, into your cervix over and over again.
A/N: This is a little shitty and short, I’m still trying to get back into the groove of things pls bear with me 💔
——————
Mikey
- He actually isn’t afraid of spiders, but will scream anyway for fun with you when you spot one.
- Half expects you to do deal with it as he doesn’t think it’s that big of a deal.
- But then you make him take one of his nasty flip-flops off and squash it. (I just know his flip-flops STINK)
- Unfortunately you almost pass out from the stench. :(
Draken
- Very nonchalant about it. And he does side eye you for screaming over a teensy spider.
- Type of guy to say ‘it’s more scared of you than you are of it’ and it gets you so annoyed.
“Y’know, you’re bigger than it, and that spider’s more scared of you than you are of it.”
“Apply that logic to grenades then as well.”
- Walks away until you make him come back but he refuses to kill it so he grabs a cup and some paper.
- It’s a-okay until he DROPS IT.
- Thinks you’re overreacting when you make him piggyback you Mikey-style any time you enter the kitchen. But he also starts wearing his slippers more often around the house..
Mitsuya
- Well we all know he’s a sweetheart about everything, so he’ll quite happily take it outside for you.
- He’s done this a million times for his younger sisters, he’s not afraid.
- He even goes the extra mile and searches up ways to ward spiders off for you.
- It’s all fun and games until one of those flying spiders happen to come in one day and you’re both freaking out.
- He does NOT fw them.
Baji
- Will laugh at you at first for being scared of a little spider until you start bickering with him over it.
- Rolls his eyes but he squashes it for your sake anyway.
- But he squashes it with his bare foot.
- “Jeez, why are you so dramatic?”
- “Keisuke, that’s actually VILE.”
- He didn’t want to get his slippers dirty so he does it with his foot which he claims is easier to clean..
- Honestly he doesn’t care. Will act like your fear of them annoys him but he actually doesn’t mind it, and he certainly doesn’t mind the affection you give him after. :)
Pah
- Won’t admit it but he’s a little scared of spiders too so he’ll be hesitant.
- You two also start bickering, until you have a good idea.
- Pochi could kill it!
- Unfortunately Pah would rather kill it himself than let his precious Pochi do that :(
- But he does get rid of it and he does expect extra compensation in kisses since you suggested Pochi kill the spider (how could you).
Chifuyu
- Sees this as his chance to shine and have his shoujo manga moment.
- “Don’t worry, honey, I’ll deal with it!”
- Takes this very seriously, and tries to find out what type of spider it is. It was a long and tedious process.
- He captures the spider under a cup and then goes to the library with him to get an encyclopaedia on spiders and how to identify them so he can deal with it ‘in the most efficient way possible for you.’
- By the time he comes back, the spider has somehow escaped.
Ran
- You wake him up from his sleep so he can get the spider for you and he’s not happy.
- He gets YOUR shoe and tries to smack it but it runs off onto the floor and under the sofa/couch.
- “Look, it’s gone.”
- “Ran!”
- “Let’s just both go back to sleep, the spider is gone now, baby.”
- Much to your dismay he goes back to bed and expects you to go back to sleep with him. (It’s 2 pm)
Rindou
- He’s a little iffy about spiders. He doesn’t like their legs or how fast they can move.
- “Why don’t we both kill it?”
- “Rindou, I can’t do that.”
- He sighs as if he’s doing you a massive favour and grabs a bug spray.
- He would squash it but he doesn’t want to clean up the spider blood that smooshes onto the wall.
- Does expect to get free passes to blast music around the house since you usually don’t let him. And a kiss or two (he wants three).
Sanzu
- Looks at you with the most blank face ever when you ask him to kill it.
- You can’t tell but he actually does care a lot about what you’re afraid of and he’s already making a mental note to research ways to ward them off in the future.
- Grabs the spider with his bare hands and starts to rip its legs off.
- “Sanzu, what the fuck.”
- “It’s scaring you, so I’m dealing with it.”
- He genuinely doesn’t see the problem and throws the legless corpse into a random bin outside.
- Thinks he did a very good job.
Izana
- Thinks you’re stupid to be scared of them, they’re minuscule and mostly harmless.
- He used to have a ‘pet’ spider when he was in the orphanage with Kakucho so he doesn’t care that it’s even there in the first place until you say something.
- Kills it with no qualms and tries to hand you the corpse.
- “Izana, I don’t want it! Go throw it away!”
- “It’s a token of my love.”
Kakucho
- He’s so patient with you and has no complaints about killing a spider for you.
- He’ll listen to pretty much anything you say, so he’s the one to kill any other bugs in the house for you.
- So he does it without question and goes back to whatever he was doing, but with his arm slung over your shoulder.
- “If you want me to do anything else, just lemme know.”
- “Kakucho, you are an angel.”
Kazutora
- He is SO confused on why you’re even afraid of something as tiny as a spider. In his mind they’re harmless and they get all the other little bugs like flies, so why wouldn’t you want to leave the spider?
- Like Draken, he doesn’t kill it and grabs a cup and some paper but complains about it the whole time.
- “I don’t even see why you’re scared, it’s nothing.”
- “Stop being mean, ‘tora!”
- Will stop complaining once he sees it’s bothering you and he’s the one giving kisses after.
- “You forgive me yet?”
- “Already did ‘cause you got the spider.”
Shinichiro
- Sees it as the perfect opportunity to show off his manliness and strength.
- He basically begs you to watch him take the spider out.
- “Honeybun, watch me do it!”
- “I’m watching, Shin..”
- Squashes it with a shoe whilst making eye contact with you.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ sending rindou nudes while he’s out with his friends . .
rindou been out with his friends all day and it’s safe to say he’ll be out all night as well.
you didn’t mind him hanging out with his friends but damnit, you really did miss him. luckily, you knew the trick to bringing him home to you and it took a few pictures to do so.
first, you took a picture with his shirt on — rindou loved when you would wear his over sized tee with no panties on. it really got him riled up and some more. then you took off the tee and posed naked in the mirror, snapping a few pictures of yourself and immediately sending them to your boyfriend.
rindou felt his phone do multiple vibrations in his pocket. he pulls out his phone and see the messages are from you.
he smiles upon seeing your name on the screen. he unlocks his phone and sees something he wasn’t expecting to see at all.
you: 5 Attachments.
you: i miss you <3
you: hurry up and come home!
rin: u just took those?
you: yes ;)
rin: omw rn
rindou then put his phone back in his pocket after sending you that last message. “gotta bounce, fellas..” he said, getting up from his seat and stretching.
“aw, man!” shion pouted, “you’re so lame, man!”
rindou chuckled, “i’ll come back if it’s not to late. but i highly doubt she’ll let me back out the house.”
“she? you mean your girl?!” shion asked and rindou nodded his head.
“i knew it!” sanzu cackled, “i see why now you were smiling at your phone and breathing like a dog in heat. she sent you something perverted, didn’t she!?”
“how about you mind your business for once!” rindou spat, turning around and heading for the exit.
“so she did?!” shion asked, “i mean, you aren’t denying it or anything.”
rindou rolled his eyes, “like i said, mind your business.” he said as he walked out of the building.
twenty minutes or so has passed and rindou still wasn’t home. you began to get worried until you heard your bedroom doorknob twist . . it was rindou walking in and he looked more scrumptious than usual tonight and you wasn’t complaining.
you jumped off the bed and ran to him, “hey! i was getting worr—” he cuts you off by smashing his lips against yours, sloppily kissing you. his large hands going underneath the over sized tee to tease and squeeze your boobs.
rindou breaks away from the kiss, “do you have any idea how hard it was to keep my composure while in front of the guys?!” he asked, now nibbling on your earlobe and neck.
“so you did like ‘em?” you asked, melting from his touch.
“hell yeah! i loved them! shit made me so hard..!” rindou rips off the shirt and kisses your bare chest and boobs, his warm tongue attached to your nipple, causing you to squeal.
rindou then picks you up and throws you on the bed, standing over your naked form as he takes off his shirt, showing off his tattoo on his chest. “i love this tattoo s’ much!” you murmured.
rindou leans down to your level. “yeah..?”
you nodded your head, “yeah..” your fingertips lingering on his chest and stomach, feeling up the muscles on his body.
“i’m going to fuck you real good.. bet you’ll love that even more.”
Imagine Tora/sanzu giving reader a tummy bulge and pushing down on her womb 🤤🤤🤤
imagine HANEMIYA KAZUTORA who’s panting like a damn dog over you, his every breath hot ’nd brushing against each sensitive point across the structure of your face. his cock is stuffed so damn deep into your tummy that it’s almost uncomfortable; emphasis on almost.
but it’s so wonderfully deep, on the verge of discomfort but at the edge of perfection with each little spurt of his hips diving ’nd smacking against yours with loud slaps.
the view he got with this, to see the tears in your rolled-back eyes forming with each rut of his hips into your own, his lips turning upwards as he licked a long stripe up the contoure of your inner thighs, placed on his shoulders.
his lips, mockingly smiling at the pathetic sight in front of him, twitched with each push of his girth inside your gummy walls, tip repeatedly hitting your g-spot witheach thrust. he tried so deeply to hide the sensitivity of his own pleasures ’nd keep his ’dominant side’ showing.
but his eyes were unfocused, blurring almost obscenely for the way they focused directly on the little bulge in your tummy, aligning in perfect shape of his cock slicing through you.
“p-prettyyyy.. pretty girl,” he whispered, words breathless against your skin ’nd sending shivers down your arched-up spine. his palm, once holding your leg was long forgotten, but now pushing down ’nd rubbing that pretty bulge in your tummy, only causing more tears ’nd whiny moans to spill.
“t-tooraa—” a long, drawn-out moan of his name—the shortened, cute version of his name—spilling past your lips like a symphony. seeing him so dazed on the shape of his own cock piercing through your skin was a mixture of mesmerizing and arousing more at once.
just the way his index ’nd middle finger drew stuck together, the ridges of his palms rubbing firmly against the bulge created in your womb had you spacing out, mind numbingly focused solely on how good it felt to have him so damn deep.
“so- so damn pretty, god, you’re beautiful.” he leaned down, his entire hand pushing pressure down on that cute little bulge as he pressed his lips against yours, feeling each movement of his dick with each ’nd every rock of his hips against his hand.
“t-tormmph..” it was like you had forgotten the purpose your words came out as you felt the curve of his lips against yours—curved upwards in a messy smile as his tongue hungrily found your own, exploring every crevice and leaving nothing left unexplored.
“jus’ be quiet...” he muttered lowly against your lips, his eyes blinking open slowly to admire that fucked-out, pleasure strucken look on your face. god, you were so pretty to him like this, his pretty girl. ♡
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
I like to imagine what kind of tik toks Shinichiro would make with his friends if he was real rn. I'm sure Shinichiro would have made Takeomi, Wakasa, and Benkei make a cringe (in his opinion cool) video with him "every friend group has" BUT I CAN'T DECIDE WHO WOULD BE WHO
Benkei: the fighter
Wakasa: the shy
Takeomi: the freaky
Shinichiro: the rizzler
But it feels like Shinichiro fits all the options😭✌🏻
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
ᡣ𐭩 summary: it was supposed to be simple — a fake relationship to make your toxic ex finally back off. but then you went and tested the temper of your ‘fake’ delinquent boyfriend. and the thing about rindou??? he doesn’t fake his jealousy. not when it ends with you pinned to his couch, lips swollen & marked up like his personal masterpiece. (wc: 3.2k words)
ᡣ𐭩 cw: minors dni, nsfw, fake dating trope, technically fwb-to-lovers, complicated feelings, p0rn with plot (so no, it’s not just “straight to the smut”), jealousy, eventual smut, rough sex, degradation, overstimulation, fingering, lipstick kink, possessiveness, oral (m! receiving), slight angst
ᡣ𐭩 notes: rindou lovers, this one’s for you 😋 this idea hit me out of nowhere and i knew i had to write it ASAP. it’s got fake dating, jealousy, and rindou being a menace in the best possible way. enjoyyy <33
you were the one who asked him first. not because you liked him, but because you were in a desperate situation. and rindou… well, he didn’t exactly say no either. it started after your toxic ex-boyfriend wouldn’t leave you alone even though you’d told him for the nth time that you weren’t getting back together with him. he kept calling, texting, even showing up at your house and begging for “one last chance.” — you were completely sick of it.
you knew the only way he’d finally back off was, if he believed that you were completely unavailable. so what better way to prove it than by fake dating an infamous delinquent??? after all, rindou haitani wasn’t just anyone, he had a whole reputation. your ex surely wouldn’t stand a chance against someone like him, and you knew it.
the haitani brothers were infamous for throwing the wildest parties. they had that brand of danger, girls knew they should’ve avoid but somehow couldn’t resist. despite all the rumors and how chaotic they seemed, they were actually pretty chill once you got to know them. especially the younger one: rindou. you’d accidentally bumped straight into him at a mutual friend’s party — heels too high, hallway too dark, and your drink still half-full when you turned the corner too fast. the heel of your left shoe twisted beneath you as you stumbled, sending a sharp jolt up your ankle. you winced, clutching onto the nearest surface (which just so happened to be his hoodie), hissing out a “fuck—” under your breath.
before you could fall, his hands caught your arms, firm but surprisingly gentle. “whoa... you good??” his voice carried that usual lazy drawl — but his brows furrowed when he noticed you weren’t putting weight on one foot.
you let out a breathy laugh, already wincing — embarrassment prickling hot up your neck. “y-yeah but i think... i might’ve just twisted my ankle.”
to your surprise, he didn’t walk away or tell you to suck it up. he actually helped you out the entire night; got you an ice pack, made sure you were sitting somewhere comfortable, even stayed next to you while the party raged on. he literally took care of you — and even when the night ended, he was the one who called the ride and made sure you got home safe.
──★
a few weeks later, you ran into him again at another party. your toxic ex-boyfriend was there too. you were so over it. let’s not forget the fact that you’d already blocked at least five of his burner accounts; the ones he made just to try and get through to you. it was honestly exhausting at this point. so now??? frustrated, half-drunk, and fully done with everything — you spotted rindou across the room; leaning against the kitchen counter, bored out of his mind and sipping on something that was probably stronger than it looked.
you walked straight up to him and blurted, “if i kiss you right now, can we pretend we’re dating?” he let out a low chuckle, eyebrow cocking. “seriously… just like that??”
“i need my ex to stop thinking i’m available…” you sighed, exasperated. then added, “and you literally don’t care about anything, so… would you mind helping me out?”
he stared at you for a second, like he was trying to figure out if you were being serious or just tipsy. then, after a beat, he just shrugged and went, “uhh… sure, i guess?? whatever keeps things interesting.”
afterwards, you didn’t even hesitate. one step forward, fists already curled into his shirt — and then you kissed him. you tilted your chin, lips parting against his like you’d been wanting to kiss him for the longest time.
rindou didn’t flinch. in fact, the second your mouth met his; his hand flew up to the back of your neck, fingers threading into your hair with a grip so instinctive it made your knees weak. he kissed you back, slow and cocky, like he had nothing to prove but still wanted you breathless. but then you instantly felt his teeth tug softly at your bottom lip, and just like that, the kiss turned filthy — louder than it should’ve been; hotter than it had any right to be.
you heard the sound of gasps from all over the room. a few people nearby were full-on staring, one girl even whispering a shocked, “oh my god???” to her friend. this whole scene literally feels like it came straight out of a hollywood rom-com, you thought.
across the room, your ex stood frozen — drink still in hand, eyes locked on every second of that moment. he watched the kiss, watched the way rindou pulled away with swollen lips and a lazy smirk, like he knew exactly what he was doing.
safe to say, now your ex finally — got the message and that moment was also, the start of it all.
one staged kiss turned into the both of you spending time together almost every day. one fake instagram story turned into holding hands in front of everyone. one thrown arm over your shoulder turned into possessive little habits he might’ve picked up along the way — unintentionally, maybe… but they somehow stuck.
he even introduced you to his older brother, ran, not long after that. you still remembered the look on ran’s face — a little amused, a lot surprised. he blinked, then muttered under his breath, “now this is a first… you never bothered to introduce any of your bitc— uhh, girlfriends to me.” he probably thought you didn’t hear it, but you did. and you definitely noticed the way rindou just sighed and brushed him off, like this wasn’t worth explaining — or maybe it was, and he just didn’t have the words yet.
somehow along the way… it almost feels like the both of you weren’t really pretending anymore. the way he looks at you like you’re already his. the way his gaze sharpens whenever another guy lingers too long in your direction. the way he constantly showed up whenever you needed him. it’s all… starting to feel a little too real.
whatever this was, it probably stopped being fake a while ago — and deep down, you already knew that. still though, he hasn’t exactly made it official yet. so technically, you were still considered single.
… or so you thought.
──★
one night, you went out clubbing with your friends — dressed in a red, barely-there dress that hugged your curves just right, showing off just enough to turn heads. it was one of those outfits you wore for you, just because you felt confident of yourself and to top it all off? you even wore that same red lipstick rindou had given you weeks ago. he said it suited you; you hadn’t worn it since… until now.
when you and your friends finally arrived at the club, all you wanted was to let loose; dance a little, forget about everything for a while, and just breathe. some random cute guy offered to buy you a drink — you smiled politely, said thank you, even agreed when he asked if you wanted to dance. you didn’t think much of it. harmless fun, after all right???
but what you didn’t know was that, one of rindou’s boys was there too. leaning by the bar, drink in hand, watching the dance floor with sharp eyes — and he definitely saw you. saw the way that guy’s hands settled a little too low on your waist. the way you leaned in, laughing at something he said. the way that red dress barely left anything to the imagination.
so he pulled out his phone and snapped a photo — you, back arched, hips swaying, with a stranger’s hands gripping your body.
and sent it straight to rindou with one line:
“yo... isn’t this your girl??”
when rindou saw the photo? ohhh, he was definitely not happy.
he didn’t even bother replying to the message. just stood up, grabbed his jacket and keys, then drove straight to the club — twenty minutes, tops. he wasn’t thinking, just fuming while thinking of ways on how he’s gonna “punish” you later.
when he walked in, it was like the music dulled just for him. violet eyes scanning the crowd until he found you; in that red dress, with that guy’s hand a little too low on your waist. you were laughing at something, barely paying attention — and that was what set him off the most. without a word, he shoved through the crowd and grabbed your wrist.
“waittt rindou??? what are you—?”
“outside. now.” his grip wasn’t rough, but it was firm enough to leave no room for argument. he didn’t even glance at the guy — just dragged you out like it wasn’t up for discussion.
──★
which explains why you’re now here — in his apartment, back against the front door, his jacket barely off you before the full interrogation starts. the way he’s pacing, jaw clenching, voice clipped? it almost feels like you’re cheating on him. except you didn’t. because you’re not even officially his. well… technically???
“… i don’t get it,” you mutter, arms crossed, still a little tipsy. “you’re not even my real boyfriend.”
“so what?” he spits, voice rough and bitter. “you let me fuckin’ act like it.”
you want to argue; want to say that he’s overreacting, but you can’t — because he’s technically right.
he’s the one who lets you come over for movie nights that somehow always turn into makeout sessions — the kind that end with you tangled in his sheets until morning. he’s the one who once beat a guy half to death for touching you without permission. he’s the one who remembers all your favorites — from your dunkin’s order, to the exact way you like your eggs. he knows your body like it’s his favorite secret — knows when to grip, how to ruin, exactly how to fuck you dumb until you’re left begging. and the aftercare? he rubs your stomach while his cum still leaks out of you, then wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you in, letting you fall asleep against his chest like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
afterwards, the air suddenly shifts. you feel it before he even moves; that silent, seething tension rising between you like a stormcloud about to burst. the way his jaw tightens and his violet eyes don’t leave yours. he hasn’t even touched you yet, but your body’s already reacting — chest heaving, spine tensing, like you know what’s coming next.
you blink — and suddenly he’s there, stealing the breath from your lungs. the kiss lands hard, all heat and control, with no room for doubt. his hands are firm, his body pressed close — there’s no more hesitation.
your back hits the pristine wall with a dull thud.
he kisses you like he’s trying to erase the last few hours — like if he holds you close enough, maybe the jealousy won’t choke him. his hands find your waist, tight with something he hasn’t said yet.
you barely get a second to breathe before he lifts you — strong arms locking around your thighs as he carries you straight to the couch. your purse falls from your shoulder in the process, landing on the cushion beside you with a soft thud.
then he’s pressing you down, like your body belongs right there beneath him. before you can adjust, his mouth claims yours — deep, unapologetically mean, “thought you were single, huh?” he growls against your lips, hands already pushing your dress up your thighs. “… letting some guy grind on you like i haven’t had you moaning into my pillow for weeks??”
you try to speak, “wait!! — rindou, i —” but he cuts you off with a sharp kiss, teeth catching your bottom lip.
“nah… you knew exactly what you were doing.”
his hand slips between your legs, finds you soaked already, and he chuckles darkly. “fuck… this wet already? just from a little yelling?” his fingers press in — slow, deep, curling in that way he knows ruins you.
then he presses his thumb to your clit, rubbing tight circles as your hips twitch beneath him. “see this?” he mutters, voice low and venom-laced. “you piss me off, and i’m still here — makin’ sure you’re properly prepped. still playing nice… even when you don’t fuckin’ deserve it.” he doesn’t stop — just keeps rubbing, taunting and deep, while the pleasure coils tighter in your gut.
“…just a little bit… more,” his voice is low, controlled — but barely. and once he’s satisfied with how soft and ready you are for him, he doesn’t waste a second. his hands move fast — dragging his pants down, cock already hard and leaking for you. “you asked for this, didn’t you?” he mutters, lining himself up as he gives your thigh a possessive squeeze. “…so take it.”
and then he slams in — deep and merciless, his thick length dragging along your walls like he owns every inch of you. “fucking tight... greedy little thing’s been missing me.” you moan, high and raw, hands clutching the cushions like they’ll save you, but they won’t. not when he’s got you pinned to the couch, hips rolling, voice low and venom-sweet:
“… next time you let another man touch you??? i won’t be so nice.”
he’s deep inside you — hips flush, breath heavy — when suddenly??? he pulls out. you gasp at the loss, walls clenching around nothing, slick dripping down your thighs from how full you’d been just seconds ago.
“wha—?” your voice comes out wrecked, dazed. “rindou—”
“nah,” he mutters, cock resting heavy against your soaked cunt, glistening. “you don’t get to act like mine all week and then let another guy touch you.” his thumb drags along your folds, pressing right there — that has you whining. you squirm, hips chasing his hand, but he pulls back again. “you want me?” he asks, voice low and smug, leaning over until his lips brush your ear.
“then beg for it.”
you bite your lip and tried to stay silent. but the emptiness hurts. “please…” you whisper, blinking up at him. “i want you—”
“nah, sweetheart,” he cuts in, grip tightening around your thighs as he pushes your knees further apart. “you don’t ‘want’ me... you need me.”
his cock slides along your slit again, teasing. you whimper — throat dry, brain hazy. you’d do anything to feel him inside you again. “… say it,” he commands. “say you need me to fuck you. right now.”
“i need you,” you gasp, eyes wet, voice shaking. “please, rindou... i need you to fuck me.”
just like that? he slams back in — deep — a satisfied groan ripping from his throat as your body arches under him. “now that’s more like it.”
he’s relentless—drunk on the way your body reacts, like every whimper only drives him deeper. not even your trembling legs or cracked moans slow him down, “rindou—” you gasp, wrecked. “ i—i can’t—”
he grabs your jaw, tilting your face to meet his eyes. “yes, you can,” he growls. “you’re gonna take all of it.” his hips keep snapping forward, deep and mean — his cock dragging along that sweet spot that has your back arching off the couch. his thumb is back on your clit, greedy and controlled. “this what you wanted?” he hisses, breath hot against your ear. “you flirt with some loser at the club and now you’re dripping all over my cock? fuckin’ unbelievable...”
you’re sobbing now — not from pain, but from how good he feels inside you. he leans in closer, voice mocking and syrup-sweet: “don’t cry now, baby… not when your pussy’s this greedy.”
it hits you without warning — a wave of pleasure so sharp, your body locks up, cunt gushing all over the couch as you scream his name.
he pulls out slow — cock glistening with everything you just gave him. and then he gives you that look. the one that makes your stomach twist and your thighs instinctively press together again.
“…you already know what i want next.”
his voice is smug, expectant. and fuck, you do know.
he doesn’t have to say it. not when he’s already dragging you down to your knees with a firm grip on your arm. he’s already stroking himself lazily in front of you, just inches from your lips — still hard, still dripping, and unsatisfied.
“open,” he says.
you do. lips slack, eyes already tearing. and when he stuffs his cock into your mouth — thick, heavy, claiming your throat inch by inch — he groans low, hand fisting in your hair like he’s anchoring himself to you.
“clean me up.”
you hesitate — just a second, blinking up at him with ruined eyes — and he chuckles, cruel and amused, gripping your hair tighter. “don’t make me ask again.” he says with a glint of control in his gaze. you obey. lips parting, tongue out, as he pushes in; past your lips — deeper than before, until your nose is buried in his skin and your eyes are already watering.
“fuckkk, yeah—” he groans, hips twitching. “that’s it… that’s the mouth i fuck when i want you to shut up.” you moan around him, and he thrusts hard again and again. until your spit’s dripping down your chin and your throat’s burning from the stretch. “you like this, don’t you?” he pants, voice breaking. “after everything — still begging to be used.”
you’re still catching your breath, thighs sticky, dress bunched up around your waist — when he runs a thumb under your lip and smirks. “lipstick’s all fucked up,” he mutters, violet eyes locked on the red smudge trailing down your chin. “reapply it,” he says, like a command. then adds, quieter — “this is the one i bought you, right?”
you nod, lips parted — just barely — like you want to challenge him, but your body’s already given in.
he smirks again, but there’s heat behind it. “good... i wanna see it ruined again.” he says, already handing you your lipstick from your purse like he wants to see it happen. “go on… make it pretty again.”
so you do — hands still trembling, legs weak, but you’re swiping that same crimson red lipstick back onto your swollen lips like a good girl. you don’t even get to cap it. he’s already in front of you, hand curled around your jaw, guiding his length back to your mouth like it’s the only place it belongs.
“now take it like a good girl.” he doesn’t need to say more. you know exactly what he wants — the red stain, the mess, his cock shoved past your lipstick like you’re just a toy to ruin. he lets out a guttural groan the moment your lips wrap around him again.
“deeper… ohh—yeah, just like that.” his voice is low, strained, as his fingers tighten at the back of your head. you try to speak — “mhm—rindou…” you want to tell him to slow down, to not be so rough— but he’s already too far gone. so you shut up, throat stretched, tears slipping down as you give him everything, because you know he won’t stop until he’s ruined your throat the same way he ruined your body.
when he pulls out a few minutes later, it’s with a low grunt and a final thrust of his hips and then — hot ropes of cum spill across your face, staining your cheeks, your lips, even your lashes. some even trail down the curve of your neck, glistening against your skin. you blink up at him, dazed and he doesn’t say a word at first. just swipes a finger through the mess and brings it to your mouth. “open,” he breathes. you obey without thinking — sucking his finger clean like you were always made to please him.
at this point, your lipstick’s long gone. your eyes are glossy, your hair’s a beautiful mess. you look exactly how he likes you — all marked up, used, and undeniably his.
“next time…. don’t fucking test me. or i’ll remind you like this again. remember that you’re mine.”
origamiaround
kaledo-art
pixelskylines
tangentwithtanner
ellievsbear
izzy806
gummygunk
discoholicmusic
2087
vaporwave
annaxmalina
