#guysssss

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ in which, you overstimulate your sweet n’ pretty boyfriend till he cries.

╰┈➤ dacryphilia, overstimulation, light bondage (nothing too crazy), handjob, sub!rin ‹𝟹

itoshi rin never cries. that’s what you had believed once at least. that’s what anyone who knew him believed. your boyfriend was known for his cold gazes, harsh insults and getting into arguments that more often than not became full fledged fights. with you, he was softer, sweeter, vulnerable, and even you had believed he never cried.

yet here he was. all soft ruffled dark hair, pretty teary teal eyes, gorgeous sculpted body trembling and his pretty cock thrusting up into your hand. on his knees, his powerful thighs opened for you and his wrists tied behind his back, itoshi rin was entirely at your mercy.

“n-no more.” he managed to say, his voice wavering and his lower lip wobbling. oh, he was just so sweet like this. with his long dark lashes wet with the promise of tears, eyebrows drawn together and stark teal eyes reflecting his torturer : you.

poor, rin. he really was too sweet for you.

you watched as rin continued to thrust up into your cum coated hand as another whimper was dragged out of his mouth. your eyes lingered on the glistening sheen of saliva and cum coating his milky white thighs. then your eyes lifted to the mess of his abs — his own cum dripping down the defined muscle in thick globs and dripping down toward the absolute filthy frothy mess of his cock. his angry red tip pushed through the makeshift cunt of your hand, strings of his cum following his dick with every slow thrust of his hips, further spilling his release down your cum coated hand to your wrist.

it was filthy, disgusting and utterly pathetic. yet he couldn’t pull his eyes away from the tantalizing sight in front of him — the easy slip of his cock in and out of your hand. how badly he wished for it to be your perfect little cunt instead. his to fill and fuck. the painful ache in his cock that nearly overrode his relentless pleasure shot down his body like lightning — begging him to stop ; but rin could not stop the continuous thrust of his hips into your hand.

you lifted your eyes to watch as his lips parted once again and your hand tightened on his length, a moan escaping his mouth before he could even stop it.

“oh, rin.” you simpered, turning alluring eyes on your poor sweet boy. he looked at you with glassy teal eyes as he closed his mouth to swallow back his noises. your thumb brushed over his overly sensitive tip and his entire body flexed as he shifted his cock up into your hand. the sound you pulled out of his throat was so sweet, so angelic, so rin — you couldn’t help but smile. you cocked your head to the side, chasing his eyes as he looked down at the mess he’d made. “what would your teammates think if they saw you like this?”

his head snapped up to meet your gaze before your hand drifted up and down the length of his messy cock at a cruel pace.

he didn’t even know how many times he had cum already. all coherent thoughts had left his mind the moment your fingers had touched him. he couldn’t think. couldn’t breathe. couldn’t feel anything but this intense euphoria, delicious pain and you. always you.

he was undeniably yours. there was no other person who could possibly have him like this. no other person who could have him at all. only you.

his groans, whimpers, and moans were all you could hear as he gasped out incoherent and broken words.

you brought your second hand to his thigh, your fingers rubbing against the smooth slick skin soothingly as his gasps nearly became sobs.

“please.” he whined, biceps flexing against his binds while his eyes screwed shut. “i can’t. s’too much.” his words were so sweet, so vulnerable, so cute, you melted completely.

your eyes softened on the chaos of the boy in front of you — under your spell.

“you’re so sweet, rin.” you murmured, as a particularly loud noise left his lips — a cross between a sob, a moan and a whine. he finally met your eyes, tears threatening to spill over his waterline as he looked at you with those pretty eyes of his. he followed your gaze to the filthy mess of his cock in your heavenly grip. “look how this pretty cock of yours keeps cumming for me.” you looked up and he followed you once more, clenching his jaw as another whimper was drawn out of him. and fuck you, he thinks. fuck you for sitting here so pretty and fucking him with your fist so perfectly. and fuck you for coaxing him to tumble into euphoric oblivion once again. “give me one more, pretty boy. i know you can.”

he shook his head, clenching his jaw as another whine was ripped from his throat. he gasped out, “i can’t.”

“you can.” your words were better than any drugs the world could offer. addictive and intoxicating.

it hurt. it hurt so fucking bad. his sweat slicked body thrummed with pain as bliss coursed through his veins and muddled his brain. but he didn’t stop. he didn’t stop thrusting into your hand. he didn’t stop the obscene sounds that left his mouth. he didn’t stop the unwavering need to make you proud.

“keep going, rin. make a mess, sweet boy.”

your words were bewitching. one look into your eyes and your gorgeous face that he loved with the entirety of his heart and soul was all he needed.

“oh, f-fuck.” his thrusts into your hand quickened as your thumb continued to brush over his oh so sensitive tip and his vision blurred. “fuck, fuck, fuck.” he gasped out as pleasure tore through his entire body and broke him apart.

rin fell apart. his body shook as he gasped for air and his voice could only produce the sounds of broken whimpers, moans and groans as he rode out his high and continued thrusting into your hand.

your watched in fascination as hot spurts of his cum landed all over his abs and dribbled down your sticky white hand.

and finally, the tears fell. one by one, hot tears fell down his cheeks as rin lost his voice to gasping sobs, whimpers, moans and groans. his body shook as his forehead fell into the crook of your neck as he babbled through tears “feels so good”, gratitude and broken sobs of your name.

you whispered sweet, tender praises into his ear as he continued to fall apart in your arms, your hand snaked over the muscles of his back and finally twined into his hair.

he was so sweet. your sweet boy.

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I'M NOT GONNA BE NORMAL ABOUT HIM EVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️