๐๐ช๐พ๐ผ๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ณ๐พ๐ผ๐ฝ ๐๐ช๐ท๐ท๐ช ๐น๐ต๐ช๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ช๐ป๐ฝ
๐ ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ท ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฑ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ป๐ต ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐น๐ช๐ป๐ฝ๐
๐จ๐ธ๐พ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ด ๐'๐ถ ๐ณ๐พ๐ผ๐ฝ ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ท' ๐ผ๐ฝ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ธ๐ท ๐ซ๐
๐๐ท๐ญ ๐๐ช๐ฝ๐ฌ๐ฑ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐๐ช๐ผ๐ฝ๐ฎ ๐ถ๐ ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฎ?
๐๐ธ๐, ๐ ๐ช๐ถ ๐๐ช๐ ๐ฝ๐ธ๐ธ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฎ, ๐ผ๐ธ ๐'๐ถ ๐ธ๐พ๐ฝ
โก๏ธPairing. Bonten!Rindou x fem!reader (ft. Terano South)
โก๏ธSummary. Rindou loves to play games with your heart and you've had enough.
โก๏ธWord Count. 2.1k
โ ๏ธ๏ธContent + Warnings. Toxic relationships, Light physical violence, Mentions of blood, Explicit language, Smut/NSFW, Minors DNI.
โ ๏ธ๏ธA/N. This is for @gabzlovesu 'f*ck love collab'.
Rindouโs hands glide down her back, squeezing her ass before he places a sweet kiss on her lips. Your head tilts to the side, your eyes are filled with longing. If you were to close them, youโd be met with the beautiful pipe dream in which Rindou is holding you like that publicly, laughing as he showers you with kisses. But, you canโt close your eyes or even look away. Your brain wonโt allow you. It wants you to burn this image into your mind. So, all you can do is watch from across the room with a grip so tight on your glass you believe it might break.
โHeโs not worth it, girl,โ your friend whispers in your ear and grabs your wrist before you can make your way to his VIP section.
You want to tell her she is wrong. That to you, Rindou is worth the tears and pain you feel. He is worthy of your anger and most importantly, he is worthy of your love. But, you are defeated and it would sound foolish to defend him now. So, instead, you say โYeah, youโre right,โ which is a lie and you know it.
Rindou is a master of torture, always satisfied by the screams of his enemies. He is the same in love โ sadistic and ruthless to the core. He revels in your broken expression. Your glossy eyes and quivering lips are so beautiful under the clubโs blue lights. You turn around for one final glance and when your eyes meet his, he laughs. It only adds gasoline to the nearly suppressed flame. You snatch your wrist away from your friend, who is shocked but in no mood to stop you. In fact, she thinks Rindou deserves whatever he has coming. Though she wishes youโd save it for another time, she canโt help but smile as you stomp toward the purple-haired bastard.
โWhat the fuck is so funny, Rindou?โ the words leave your mouth before youโve fully stepped into Bontenโs private section. Ran immediately shifts in his seat, watching attentively along with Sanzu who is too high to take anything seriously.
He pulls the girl closer and the corner of his lips tugs into a smile. โI really have no idea what you mean.โ Rindou likes watching your blood boil. In all honesty, your hot-headed temper turns him on. But, this is about more than making you angry. Rindou is teaching you a lesson. Youโll never be his one and only โ no matter what you do, no matter how much you beg.
โPeople have feelings, Rin,โ your eyes burn and your chest is heavy. You are too emotional and this is too embarrassing, but you canโt stop yourself from talking, โI have feelings and you constantly shit on them. You knew I was gonna be here and you thought it would be cute to parade this bitch around in my face.โ
โDonโt call meโ,โ
โGirl, please,โ you sigh. โShut the fuck up.โ
โ(Y/N), you need to relax,โ Rindouโs voice is disrespectfully calm. Such a contrast to yours that you almost seem unhinged. He leans in, โyouโre making a fool of both of us in front of important clients,โ heโs irritated as if he didnโt cause this. โWeโre not even together.โ
You raise an eyebrow, โFuck you.โ Itโs almost instinctual the way your hand flies toward his face, the cup still held firmly in your grasp. The glass breaks against his cheek, cutting his face which happens to look so handsome tonight. His eyes are the prettiest purple and you canโt help but smile as they turn black with anger.
When the girl held in his arm screams bloody murder, your friend tugs at your arm. โLetโs go, bitch,โ the urgency in her voice isnโt lost on you, โBefore they get security.โ
โLearn to control your bitches, Haitani,โ Sanzu slurs then turns to whisper something in Ranโs ear, and they both laugh. You take a deep breath in and by the time you exhale you realize Sanzu isnโt worth it. Offering him a simple โfuck youโ, you allow your friend to pull you away from Rindou who currently has blood gushing from a cut under his eye.
When the metallic taste settles on his tongue, Rindou is seething. Itโs not the first time youโve laid hands on Rindou, but it is the first time youโve drawn blood. He removes his arm from the waist of his pawn, but that doesnโt stop her from pressing flimsy napkins against his cheeks. She is also mistaken, thinking that Rindou actually cares about her and doting on him will make her his favorite. But, she will never be. She is irritating and she has served her purpose. He pushes her away and follows you toward the clubโs exit despite the advice of his brother and friends.
He can hear you laughing, though if he listened a little closer โ paid attention like youโd begged and begged โ he would hear the pain youโre masking. Rindou is by your side before you or your friend notice him, a grip on your arm so tight that it cuts off your circulation. โYouโre fucking crazy,โ he spits.
โGet your hands off of me,โ it takes everything in you not to scream from the pain. You can feel your bones shifting under his weight โ how he wishes it was your neck.
โI should fucking -,โ
โThatโs not how I taught you to touch a lady, Haitani,โ the voice is so smooth and so familiar that Rindou loosens his grip. You want to drop to your knees in relief, but the strong arm around your waist keeps your knees from collapsing. โYou okay?โ You nod, but he does not let you go. His fingers settle on your hips as he smiles at Rindou.
โFuck off, South,โ Rindouโs voice remains confident despite the look in his eyes. โThis has nothing to do with you.โ
Terano South, Rindouโs former commander and one of the strongest men in Japan. The only person whose strength trumps Southโs is Mikey, Rindouโs current boss. Rindou wishes Mikey would appear now, but the head of Bonten rarely attends events like this. Rindou is lucky because South is not concerned about him or Bonten. No, the man only cares about you, the pretty girl heโd been watching all night.
Rindou watches as South leans down to whisper in your ear. You nod at whatever he says and follow him away from the club, your best friend trails closely behind. Rindou does not call out or run after you. He lets you walk away, held in another manโs arms. Because even though it hurts, he knows youโre his and you will be back.
The night plays on repeat in your head as you bat your faux lashes and any guilt you feel immediately dissipates from your body. Rindou Haitani has never cared about and as far as you know, he never will.
โDo you need anything?โ Japanโs very own Terano South draws you from your thoughts. His fingers trace your arm, falling to the Cartier bracelet he gifted you at the beginning of your date. โYou look tense,โ the words linger with some underlying meaning and he smiles when you shift in your seat.
South has been toying with you all night. From the moment he greeted you at your door until now, at the restaurant he rented out, South has done nothing but openly express his desire for you. Itโs not overwhelming or annoying. Heโs just good with words. Almost too good. But after years of indecision and a lack of reassurance, it feels nice.
โYouโre still stressing about Rindou.โ he moves to join you on your side of the booth. โI can change that. Heโs a bitch anyway. He doesnโt deserve you.โ
He doesnโt deserve you. The words are bittersweet, but the more you hear them, the less you worry about the man who held your heart in the palm of his hand for so long. Instead, you think of the possibilities of a life with a man who does deserve you. Who will love you and never make you question your worth.
โAnd you do?โ
โEh. I know I can treat you better,โ he shrugs, hands pushing your silk skirt until the material bunches at your waist. โBut, Iโll let you decide,โ his yellow eyes look like sunshine, blinding you with his gaze. Heโs silently asking you for permission and he wastes no time yanking your panties to the side the moment you grant it.
โSouth.โ itโs pathetic โ the way you moan when a single finger ghosts over your clit โ but he thinks you sound so cute. Once he hears his name fall from your lips, South can no longer keep up his tender facade. You falling apart underneath his fingers, itโs the only thing that will sate his desire.
Thereโs a merciless rhythm to the way his fingers circle the sensitive nub that makes your back arch as you grip the leather seat. He laughs as your hips buck and you grind against his fingers, โSo needy,โ he whispers like youโre not the only two people in the restaurant. โFuck,โ his moan matches your own as he finally sinks his fingers into your aching cunt.
The shiver that runs down your spine feels like your phone vibrating against the wooden table. Your eyes shoot open in shock. Fuck, your phone is really vibrating against the table.
South glances over, a devilish smirk once he sees Rindouโs name appear on your screen. โAnswer it,โ his voice is low as he dips his head down to attach his lips to the soft spot on your neck.
โFuck, baby. You look so good.โ Rindou says once you finally lift the camera. You ignore him and look at yourself in the tiny box in the corner. You want to be sure South isnโt visible from the angle youโre holding the phone. โIโm over that little stunt you pulled at the club the other night. I have this meeting in a few minutes but youโre coming to see me later, right?โ Rindou licks his lips.
โNo,โ your voice cracks as South nibbles on your skin. He is not playing fair. โIโm done, Rindou. You really pissed me off,โ itโs a miracle you were able to complete that sentence despite your shaky breathing.
South strums along your core like a skilled harpist, each pluck of your strings creating beautiful notes that you elicit so effortlessly. Then South plays a note thatโs familiar to Rindouโs trained ear and just like at the club, you can see darkness wash over his lilac eyes. โWho are you with?โ
As if heโs been waiting for this moment, South snatches your phone and smiles into the camera. โRindou, howโd you manage to let a pretty thing like this slip through your fingers?โ you whine in the background as South picks up the pace, curled fingers massaging your g-spot with every move. โGod, sheโs so wet. I canโt wait to fuck you, baby.โ
Rindou laughs. Itโs better than hopping in his car and driving to your location, which is what he really wants to do. โI see what this is,โ the laughter grows louder as he stops to think carefully about what he wants to say next. โYou gonโ turn into a ho trying to get revenge. Thatโs sad.โ Rindouโs voice is calm but the grip on his phone is deadly.
โAw, you jealous, Rin?โ South teases as he passes the phone back to you, uninterested in talking any longer unless itโs to you or your pretty pussy. The tall man settles on the floor, head between your legs. You can feel South moan as he kisses your cunt โ wet and sticky just for him.
โJealous,โ Rindou scoffs, though thatโs exactly what he is. Heโs envious to hear you moaning because of another man. To see you so undone for someone other than him. โNo, but Iโm disappointed that she betrayed me. Fucking slut.โ
Betrayal. If thatโs what Rindou wants to call this then you wonโt argue. If he wants to call you a fucking slut, you wonโt argue. If he is disappointed in you, you do not care. Because to you, this is not revenge, it is freedom. Youโre no longer chained and bound by his false promises and emotions. It feels good. No more will his silly games send you into week-long emotional spirals, thinking youโll never be worthy of romantic love. Never again will the master of sadism use you for his enjoyment.
โWhatever,โ South grunts before the flat of his tongue glides along your folds. โTell him bye, baby,โ he says in between short and quick flicks of his tongue. โSo you can focus on me.โ
You nod your head feverishly, โBye, Haitani.โ you say with a smile. The use of his surname sends a pain through Rindouโs chest, but before he can express himself, you end the call.
