The air is hot and heavy between you and the man in front of you. You and Rinne had set out for a night of fun and between the alcohol in your systems and where this make out session seems to be heading, you’d call your mission a success. 

You’re barely through the front door of your place before his hands grope your body and pull at your clothing, reaching anywhere he can. Before you know it, he’s ripped off your coat and you have to drag him through the door before he ends up roughly pulling off the rest of your clothing on your front step. It’s exciting and you feel the tension between the two of you rising by the second. It’s exciting, enthralling, intense- it captivates all of your thoughts and makes you want nothing more than to be claimed by the man in front of you.  

Of course, leave it to Rinne Amagi to be a little shit in the middle of an intense moment like this. 

Your legs buckle as the back of your knees hit the edge of your bed, making you fall backwards onto it and knocking some of the air out of you. Rinne soon follows and leans over your body. His movements are eager and rough as he begins to pull layer after layer of clothing off of you. Not wanting to be the only person bare like you are now, you drag him in close for another heated kiss and try to pull at his coat to make the first move to remove it. Even as the world spins, his response is still immediate. He quickly removes his lips from yours and tuts at you, grabbing both your wrists in one hand and holding you down by them. 

“What? You that desperate?” He grins at you and pins your wrists down harder when you squirm in his grasp. 

You give him a dirty look and try to pull your hands away to no avail, irritatingly, he laughs at your attempts. 

You huff at him. “Take your clothes off before I change my mind.” 

“What? You act like you weren’t alllll over me on the way here!” He draws out his words annoyingly, cackling at the unimpressed look you’re giving him. 

“Ugh, just come over here and fuck me already.” 

“Whatever you wish, princess~.” 

He’s, infuriatingly, still smirking as he pulls his shirt off over his head and undoes his belt. To his credit though, Rinne is in fact removing his clothes at a faster pace than he normally does. It doesn’t take long for his pants to follow suit and for the sight of the bulge in his boxers to greet you.  

He gives you another smug look when he spots your eyes trained on him, though he thankfully chooses not to comment and instead makes quick work of his last article of clothing. His cock is already hard and just the very sight of it makes you rub your thighs together in anticipation. You’re trying your best to rush him and just get him in you already, but you know better than to try and rush too much with how girthy he is. Not even in his vaguely intoxicated state does Rinne try to move on too quickly either. 

He knows your body much too well and soon his lubed-up fingers are playing with your sex and slipping into your hole. With how huge his hands are, even just his fingers make you feel like you're being stretched out. It’s delicious and you crave more. Every time he moves his wrist, you feel the pressure placed on your walls- you can’t help but squirm when he’s hitting all the right places without even putting his dick in you yet. Imagining the harsh pounding he’s prepping you for makes your face heat up in anticipation. 

“God, you’re such a slut” 

Rinne’s taunting words catch you off guard, having been too lost in the pleasure of his hands. He slows down his movements and takes his sweet time to rake his gaze all over your body, licking his lips at the sight. 

“You make it hard for me to hold back, ya know?” He says as he reaches his unoccupied hand down to grab his cock, stroking it up and down as he prepares for the main event. 

Sure, you’ve had him in you before and sure, this probably won’t be the last time, but you can’t stop the lust filled haze in your brain that demands he be in you as soon as possible. Your mind says nothing other than to provide you images of all the other times you’ve taken him and all the ways you want to take him in the future. You feel the ghost of his touch all over your body even now as he works you open with his fingers. It’s almost as if your body can do nothing but want. It’s downright embarrassing how needy you feel.  

You can’t tell Rinne that though, he’s already insufferable as is. No need to give him more fodder to harass you with. 

“Just fuck me.” 

The look in his eyes sharpens and a grin replaces the smile that has been on his face. 

“Soooo demanding.” Ah, perhaps you were a bit too obvious. 

Once again though, some god out there decides to grant you mercy and Rinne quickly moves on. Is he perhaps feeling just as needy as you are and that’s why he seems just as eager to keep going? If you had to guess just by how much his cock seems to weep, then you’d say yes, but his outward attitude remains the same as always. Like hell is he going to let himself look desperate in front of you like that, you suppose. 

He pulls his fingers out of you then pushes you further back onto the bed, granting him the space to climb up in between your legs. You have to remind yourself to not drool as you see him pour lube onto his length, watching him as he pumps his cock and spreads the fluid all over himself. 

Once he’s satisfied with his prep work, he shuffles closer and presses the head of his dick against your sex, taking a bit before actually penetrating you. Probably to tease you once again, if you had to guess. He ruts against you a couple of times, making sure to rub his tip against the exact spots where he knows you’re sensitive. The electric jolts it sends up your spine are enough to temporarily stop you from being annoyed at him dallying once again. 

His patience isn’t limitless however and soon, he’s pushing in with a soft sigh of contentment. You're quite used to taking him by this point and with the lube and prep, the slide is easy. As much as he talks up being rough with you, he always takes it slow with the initial penetration- Some people could stand to learn from his examples, as annoying as he might be. Before long though, the head is sliding all the way in, his hips reaching against your ass as he folds your legs over your body. The sweet sweet heavy feeling of cock in you is addicting and reminds you once again, Rinne is not a small man by any means and soon, he’s going to be fucking you into the bed until you are both satisfied. 

His hands grope everywhere they find purchase as he starts off with some slow, shallow thrusts. His hips move softly against yours, still staying mostly deep while he still waits for your body to adjust to his length in you.  

“Fuck... you feel good...” He groans, starting to move a bit faster.  

Looking down between your bodies, he can see the way your hole glistens with lube and clings to his cock. Sometimes, you’re surprised by your own body’s ability to adapt to it. It seems so narrow most of the time, but it always fits him as if it were designed to do so. Fuck, it feels like you were designed to do so, with how your toes can’t help but curl when the ridge of his head glides against all the right spots inside of you. 

You moan and, with a smirk, he takes it as a sign to go even faster.   

“You like that?” 

He punctuates his words with a harsh thrust, pulling almost all the way out before roughly shoving back in. It’s just a taste of how things are going to go the rest of the night. A sound involuntarily leaves your lips at the action, and you glare at him for the umpteenth time that night. 

“Harder.” 

He cackles and obeys without another word. 

The sound of skin slapping on skin echoes throughout the room. Every single time he thrusts in you slide away an inch and every time he pulls out, he yanks you back into place once again. Every single one hits the deepest parts of your body and intoxicates your brain even more than the alcohol you had earlier does.  

His hands don’t stop their mission either, always on you and exploring you. He knows your body more than well enough to be able to bring you pleasure, but he still treats every time you two are together as a way to further burn it into his brain. No piece of skin goes untouched- your sides, your stomach, your chest, your neck- it's all his to feel up and toy with. He, of course, doesn’t let you forget how good he can make you feel.  

It’s almost intimate in a strange sense, when one of his hands gravitates towards where you meet once again, eager to toy with you until you’re pliant and weak under his grasp. He knows how to play with your body in ways no other person could replicate. Your legs tighten up their grasp around his hips involuntarily as your body prepares itself for what his hands are about to do to you. They always end up there. There are a lot of things you could call Rinne, but one thing you cannot call him is a bad partner in bed.  

Full palm strokes quickly become more targeted, making full use of his fingers to his all the right spots on your sex. His thumb strokes the same spot over and over again making your back arch with pleasure. Your eyes flutter closed while you sit there and let him have his fun. You try to open them but all you can see are vague glimpses of red hair above you while your vision is covered in black dots. It’s swimming, both your vision and your head. The pleasure is a dizzying sensation that simultaneously tenses and relaxes your muscles. You’re filled with the want for more, more, more- 

“Gonna cum soon. You want me to fill you up?” 

His hips are stuttering just the slightest bit. It seems he’s just as much a slave to your body as you are to his. 

“In- Inside.” 

You can’t help but immediately respond, the idea too enticing to resist. Even just the thought of being even more full of him than you are now feels so right that you can’t help but lock your ankles behind his back. 

You’re prepared for him to start thrusting even harder and deeper than before when he slows almost to a complete halt. He goes quiet, deep in thought for a second. Even he doesn’t seem to be immune to the occasional tipsy introspection it seems. 

A bit of clarity returns to your brain at the break in pace “Rinne?” 

He seems to almost flinch at the call of his name, and you briefly worry that something might actually be wrong. You’re about to ask him when-  

“Kyahaha! What is it? You want my babies or something?” 

He interrupts your concerned thoughts with a cackle and annoying question. Your face fills with heat at the suggestion. The clarity in your head quickly turns to annoyance. 

“Shut up.” 

For another time that night, he complies with your demand. Not without a smug grin of course. He’s being generous in the most irritating way tonight it seems. He thrusts slow and deep to admire where his cock slides in and out of you, entranced by the way your body stretches to accommodate him. You fit him so perfectly that he sees the way your body tries desperately to cling to him and pull him back to where he belongs. 

In an instant, he’s thrusting wildly into you again. It’s aggressive and harsh, and you can just tell your thighs are going to be horribly sore in the morning. Not that you care at the moment though. The want for him to leave his mark on you burns deep in your core. He’s quick to build you back up to the mindless state you’d been in before with the way he pushes your body further and further into the mattress pressed against your back. 

It doesn’t take long for his pace to start shifting and falling out of rhythm. You can tell what’s coming next, and your thighs clamp tight around his hips. He bears further and further down onto you, until his full weight is pressed against your thighs, pinning you in place. You can feel yourself at your limit as well, just teetering on the edge, oh so close to getting your own satisfying end as he is. It hits you hard within a few moments, as does his climax as well. He traps you beneath him and, holding you as still as he can, he finishes inside. 

He’s more vocal than he’s been during the entire night while he cums. He lets out these delicious, rumbling groans against your ear that vibrate in your own chest. Every wave of pleasure in him brings another one of seed being deposited in you and another sound out of his mouth. No other word can better describe how you feel in the moment other than satisfied. Electric shocks run through your own veins with even the slightest movements he makes. He’s right where he belongs, having fucked you good and hard and now filling you up and marking you with his essence. 

After a minute of catching his breath and holding you still, he roughly grabs your jaw and smashes his face into yours. His tongue invades your mouth and gives your bodies another point of contact. You kiss back as agressively as you can muster, but you’re still no match for the intensity Rinne brings to you. Soon you’re both even more out of breath than before and you swear dots dance across your eyes even more noticeably than they did while you were in the throes of pleasure. So much so that you have to push him away before you get too lightheaded and pass out. 

Pulling away, he breathes heavily and stares at you from above, pupils completely dilated and face red and shiny. It wouldn’t be Rinne though if he weren’t quick to gather himself once again and play with you as he did earlier again. 

“How does it feel to be alllllll mine?” he smugly asks, looking down at where your hole barely hangs on to his softening cock which keeps it plugged. 

You debate your answer in your head. To stroke his ego or to egg him further... well, he has been quite well behaved tonight all things considered. 

“...Good.” You admit in a quiet voice 

Predictably, a laugh leaves him, and he gives you a crooked, smug smile.  

Slowly, he pulls his out the last bit of length he had in you, and his cum begins to ooze out, thick and creamy down your thighs. As hot as it is to see, you also know how quickly it’ll turn cold and dry on your skin. You roll over onto your stomach to get on your knees and get off the bed but are quite surprised to feel the soreness of your thighs. Of course they are, with how harsh he was being and how tightly you had clamped them around his body, it’s only natural that they be. 

You try to hide it, though Rinne is a perceptive man and quickly enough, he’s catching on to your plight and laughing at it as he does most things involving you. 

“Well, alright, you’ve been good to me tonight, so I guess I owe you a little bit of attention, huh?” He may mean his words, but the almost taunting lilt to them makes you scrunch up your nose in annoyance at him. 

You debate arguing with him, saying something, anything to defend your pride but... well, maybe Rinne isn’t all that bad a guy, and maybe you should just sit back and make him care for you while he seems to be offering. 

“You do, get me a towel and some water.” 

“Alright alright,” he smacks his thighs pointedly and stands up off the edge of the bed “I’m on it princess, no need to nag.” 

He’s annoying and irritating most of the time but in the end, Rinne is reliable and responsible. No matter what, you can at least trust that he’ll always be there to look out for you, even when it doesn’t seem like it. 

i love it when anons have good timing