you love your boyfriend. you really do. he’s a true gentleman— doting and sweet, the type to drop everything just to be by your side. to press kisses to your temples, uttering sweet nothings into your skin.

he’s damn near perfect .. but he’s not rindou.

and he doesn’t fuck you like ran does— doesn’t touch you, doesn’t kiss you, doesn’t ruin you like rindou does.

you feel guilty, but it always passes once you feel his rough hands groping your body— the fat of your ass, your perfect tits, he eagerly grabs at all of you. not a single inch of your body is unloved by him.

and he makes sure you know that, too. always whispering in your ear about how pretty you are, how good you are to him. about how your tight cunt fits around him perfectly, like a fucking glove as if it was molded just for his cock.

“c’mon smile, doll” rindou’s hand cup your heated cheek, thumbs smearing around his sticky cum, and although his face is hidden behind his phone, you know he’s smirking.

the flash of it is bright, shooting right into your eyes, but you smile anyway, sucking on his cum-covered thumb when he shoves it past your lips.