suiaraz

the apartment is suffocating, the kind of heavy, upcoming mid-july heat that makes even breathing feel like a chore. long story short, the weather's being a bitch and it's hot as shit.

the only saving grace right now is the hum of the old ac unit, which is doing a miserable job of cooling the living room. or perhaps, maybe the whole apartment itself.

rindou is sprawled out on the couch, the frame of his glasses is slipping slightly down the bridge of his nose as he pulls the fabric of his black top away from his chest, trying to catch a stray breeze. his skin is flushed, a light sheen of sweat catching the light over the dark ink wrapping around his shoulder. somehow trying to compensate, a half-melted, blue popsicle is propped lazily between his llips.

suddenly, he noticed you making your way out of his bedroom, breaking the quiet atmosphere. you’re wearing one of his oversized t-shirts, his scent still lingering, and with nothing but your underwear underneath.

it’s a standard sleepover look for you. years of friendship meant that boundaries melted away a long time ago.

at this point, you had some of your clothes over his place. but most of the time, you don't even bother wearing them. you prefer the comfort and loose feeling his shirts gave you, what's more is that he doesn't mind at all.

rindou doesn't even look up at first, he just takes the popsicle out of his mouth, as he watches you make your way towards his direction.

"look who finally crawled out of the cave," rindou taunts, his voice a rasp that’s thick with afternoon laziness. his eyes track you through his lenses, and a smirk is tugging at the corner of his mouth. "you slept the whole damn day away. i was starting to think you died in there."

"you're such a fucking asshole, rin," you complain, and your voice is still lightly rough from the sleep you had. you then walk over to the couch facing him, crossing your arms. "why didn't you wake me up? my sleep schedule is completely ruined now."

"well, you looked too comfortable, and i'm a good friend. why bother when you're looking like you're dreaming about me." he teases softly, though there’s a lingering warmth in the way his gaze stays locked on you. he did the little pats on the couch beside the area he's sitted, signaling you to come over and sit beside him.

"you're so annoying," instead of sitting next to him to continue your rant, you opt for the familiar comfort of his lap. you step over his thighs, shifting your weight until you’re straddling him completely. “and ugh, can't it get any hotter?”

rindou’s breath hitches just a fraction, slightly taken aback from your action. although let's be real, this isn't new to the two of you at this point. rindou was just too stunned to speak with the straightforward-ness.

his tattooed hand then instinctively comes up, palm flattening against your hip to help steady you.

"you're so damn whiny," he whispers, his head tilting back just a little as he looks up at you. the smugness in his expression is still there, but his eyes are fixed intently on yours.

"ugh, just by looking at your face ruins my day," you huff, your hands finding his shoulders for balance as you deliberately shift your weight against him, a slow, challenging press of your hips. “and i woke up to this weather.”

"you're forgetting something," rindou murmurs, a lazy smirk widening as his free hand begins a deliberate caress down the bare skin of your thigh. "besides, don't act like you didn't exhaust yourself last night. you were completely out, i didn't wanna disturb you."

"and whose fault is that?" you counter, tilting your chin up to match his arrogance, leaning in until your breath fans over his face.

"yours, clearly," he whispers, his eyes darkening behind his lenses as his fingers dig slightly into your skin. "you said you could go for more rounds."

"oh please,” you murmur, your hands fully wrapping around his shoulder, anchoring yourself. "we've been doing this way too long for you to act like you weren't the one keeping me up."

"lie better, you know you love it," he replied.

before you can retort, his hand on your thigh slides upward, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of his oversized shirt that you're wearing. his palm finds the soft fabric of your panties, and without a second thought, his thumb presses firmly against your clothed clit, rubbing in circles.

the sudden contact made your breath die down before you could even react further.

"hey now, suddenly forgot how to form sentences?" rindou whispers, watching your expression change with absolute satisfaction. he keeps the pace steady, his thumb applying just enough pressure through the thin cotton to make your hips twitch instinctively against his hand.

"rin-" you try to complain, your voice losing its sharp edge and turning into something breathless and strained. "t-this isn't the time.. to do this. man, fuck you.”

"man, i love that idea." he murmurs, his eyes were fixed on your face as his fingers suddenly slide past the damp edge of the fabric, pushing it to the side, popping two fingers directly inside you.

the friction and the sudden fullness caught you completely off guard. your eyes widen, and a sharp, needy noise rises in your throat-

but before the sound can escape your lips, rindou's other hand moves with practiced, effortless speed. he lifts the popsicle, popping the freezing, sweet ice right into your open mouth to block the sound.

the intense shock of the cold instantly silences you, swallowing your supposed moan, contrasting wildly with the consuming heat between your thighs where his fingers work their magic.

the sharp clicks of a mouse, the rapid and aggressive tap of keys, and the smug, mocking bite in rindou’s voice dragged you out of sleep.

you blinked against the dim, neon-tinted light of his room, stretching out into the warm space where he’d been lying beside you not too long ago. the sheets still heavy with the scent of cigarettes and his expensive cologne.

with a sleepy groan, you fell into that slow, lazy stretch, arms pulling up, back arching, and toes pointing beneath the tangled sheets. your hand aimlessly reached over for him, looking for that familiar warmth, only to catch nothing but cold, empty air.

figures. typical rin behavior.

you spotted the crumpled scrap of black lace on the floor, right where he’d tossed it earlier in his damn hurry to get you undressed. you reached down, slipping it back on, the familiar fabric cool against your skin. the matching bra was nowhere in sight, but that wasn’t unusual.

it never stayed on for long when you were with rindou, anyway.

when you sat up, a quick glance at the clock told you it was past midnight. the neon glow from his monitor painted the side of his face, casting sharp shadows over his tattoos. he was slouched in his gaming chair. the overpriced, ridiculous one he swore was “worth every yen” with his headset on, leaned forward with that typical arrogant posture. his hair was still a mess from earlier, but his eyes were locked on the screen like you didn’t even exist.

“rin,” you murmured, voice still rough from sleep as you padded across the room, stopping beside his gaming chair.

no answer. just more clicking and a muttered, “fuck! we gotta win the next round, you fuckers!”

you tried again, a little louder. “rinnie.”

from his headset came familiar voices, ran's sharp laugh and sanzu's low taunting rumble.

“yo, rindou,” sanzu drawled, “your girl’s up.”

you froze, instinctively folding your arms across your bare chest even though you’d already slipped your underwear back on, the matching bra still missing somewhere in the room. your gaze darted to the small webcam perched above the monitor.

“they can see me?” you asked, narrowing your eyes as you instinctively took a small step to the side, moving just out of the camera’s immediate scope.

“relax,” rindou muttered, his fingers still flying across the keys without missing a beat. “they don’t care, baby. don't trip.”

then sanzu's chuckle rolled through the headset, dripping with malice and amusement. “it’s not like this is new. we’ve even heard you before, doll.”

your head snapped toward the screen, face burning. “WHAT?”

rindou didn’t even blink, completely unbothered by the fact that his gang knew his business. “homies know i fuck my baby well,” he said, lips curling into a smug, arrogant grin as his hand reached out and gave your ass a quick, sharp slap before going right back to the mouse.

sanzu laughed again, low, slow, and entirely too amused. “i wouldn’t mind if she came a little closer to the lens though. let us see what you're hiding, rindou.”

that earned a smirk from you as you perched yourself on the armrest of his gaming chair, facing rindou. your back was toward the camera, giving them a clear view of your curves and the hint of black lace you were wearing.

“at least someone’s paying attention,” you murmured, letting your eyes flick briefly to the camera lens, at sanzu, before looking back at rindou.

sanzu’s laugh came through the headset, raspy and mocking. “damn, rindou… how the fuck are you so focused on the game right now? i’m more distracted than you, bro. let me get a look.”

a chuckle followed from ran, smooth, lazy, and entirely too amused by his little brother. “no kidding. ignore the match, rin-rin.”

rindou didn’t even crack a smile. his jaw tightened, his sharp eyes narrowing through his glasses. “know your place, idiots,” he said flatly, his tone dripping with hot delinquent pride.

he set the controller down, one hand gripping your hip with bruising force as he guided you off the armrest. the comms went quiet for half a second before breaking into low, appreciative whistles as you rose to your feet, only to step between his legs and settle onto the chair, straddling his lap.

“holy shit-” sanzu muttered, the sound of him scoffing echoing over the mic.

“damn, that’s a show,” ran added, completely loving the chaos.

rindou’s attention was entirely on you now, the game forgotten. both of his hands slid up and down your bare sides with deliberate, heavy strokes, his palms warm against your skin. you steadied yourself with your hands on his shoulders, one drifting up to cup his face, your thumb brushing his cheekbone in lazy circles. you leaned in to pepper a few loud, playful kisses across his sharp jawline before his head dipped lower, lips pressing a rough kiss to one breast, then the other, acting like he had all the time in the world for you and absolutely zero for the rest of the gang.

“this is making me hard, bro,” sanzu’s voice suddenly drawled through the headset, entirely shameless.

you blinked, pulled back to reality, the heat in your cheeks spiking when it hit you.

the boys could actually see you.

and they’d seen a lot.

worse, this wasn’t the first time rindou had let them catch a glimpse. typical arrogant haitani behavior, always showing off what's his. gods, rindou. why would you- ugh.

you turned your head toward the monitor at sanzu’s voice, and the movement shifted your torso, offering them a perfect view of the swell of your chest.

rindou’s hand came up immediately, covering your chest in a suffocatingly possessive grip, fingers curling tightly into your skin to pull you back toward him, forcing you to face him instead of the camera.

“fuck,” he muttered, his hot-headed nature flaring as he reached over with his free hand to violently flick the camera off.

rindou angled his chair back toward the desk, pulling you along with him so you stayed perched snugly on his lap. both of his hands went right back to the mouse and keyboard, his posture straight like having his girl straddling him during a match was completely regular business.

you leaned in, pressing slow, deliberate kisses to his jaw, trailing down to the curve of his neck where his collarbone met his throat.

“rin…” you murmured against his skin. “baby… the game can wait, please”

“push mid, now,” he ordered into the mic, his voice clipped, smooth, and completely ignoring your teasing.

ran’s laugh cracked through the comms. “bro, they’re done for. this idiot just walked right into your trap.”

“yooo- rindou, you wiped the whole squad again?!” sanzu barked a laugh. “guess the haitani brothers really can multitask.”

you kissed his neck again, right over his warm skin, whispering, “just look at me for a second…” your hands slid to his chest, fingers curling lightly into his skin, feeling the subtle flex of muscle beneath your touch.

his eyes stayed glued to the screen. “two more. clean it up,” he murmured, tracking the minimap. his thighs shifted beneath you, the movement making you rock ever so slightly against him, but his hands never left the setup.

ran and sanzu's voices overlapped, taunting the other team. “easy win! we took the top spot again.”

rindou glanced at the scoreboard, his expression completely deadpan. “pathetic.” then, without missing a beat, he went right back to finishing the match, still refusing to give you the satisfaction of a real reaction.

but since he wouldn’t give you his attention, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

you slid your hands up to his bare chest, feeling the heat radiating off him. your palms moved deliberately, tracing every contour before inching downward. your fingers curled around the waistband of his boxers, and with teasing patience, you slid your hand down, stroking the length pressed hard against the fabric.

rindou stiffened, a sharp, ragged breath escaping him. “hey, not now,” he said, his voice a little shaky as his hand reached down to weakly push your wrist away, “i’m still playing, baby.”

you smiled softly, watching his carefully built control completely unravel. his jaw clenched so hard the muscles jumped, but the dark flush rising on his neck gave him away. his usually sharp, competitive glare flickered into something dark, heavy, and vulnerable.

“focus, rinnie. aren't you locked in, mmm?” you whispered, your fingers ghosting over him. “or are you about to take your first real loss tonight?”

he tried to retort with a snarky, “jesus, babe-” but the words caught in his throat, replaced by a breathy, “oh, fuck…” that slipped out despite his best effort to stay cool in front of the guys.

you retracted your hand slowly and leaned in, your fingertips brushing his lower lip before gently tugging it down. “spit,” you commanded softly.

rindou hesitated for a fraction of a heartbeat, his dangerous gang executive aura melting away as he obediently let a small amount of saliva gather in his mouth before releasing it into your palm.

your hand dipped back inside his boxers, wrapping around his heat fully now. you started to stroke with purpose, your movements slow and rhythmic.

from across the game, ran smirked, definitely noticing the change in his brother's gameplay. “oi, rindou! you’re lagging! what's taking so long?”

“shut up!” rindou shot back, though his voice cracked just a bit too much to sound convincing. “i’m not lagging, moron.”

sanzu snickered, throwing playful, unhinged jabs. “hell, anyone’d lose focus with a girl like that putting in work. let him cook, ran.”

rindou gritted his teeth, his knuckles turning white on the mouse, but he couldn’t hide the dark flush creeping across his face. “focus on the game, you idiots.”

you pressed your hand a little harder, slicking the length of him, eliciting a low, almost inaudible groan from deep in his throat. he swallowed hard, attempting to maintain his composure, but it was clear he was completely losing it.

ran shook his head with a grin. “sure, sure. you keep telling yourself you're fine, rin-rin.”

rindou glanced up at you, his eyes narrowing, dark with a promise of absolute trouble. “consider yourself wrecked after this. good luck walking out of this room tomorrow.”

you smirked, your fingers never stopping their slow, agonizing pace. “oh, i think you’re enjoying this way more than you’re letting on, rinnie.”

rindou’s lips twitched in a reluctant smile as he tried to focus back on the screen, but the tension in his body betrayed him.every muscle taut, every breath shallow and uneven.

suddenly, rindou’s eyes snapped away from the screen entirely, the word bursting out before he could stop it. “fuck!” he violently yanked off his gaming headphones, slamming them onto the desk. the sudden silence in the room was deafening.

without a word, he stood up, his gaze locked on you with a fierce, starved hunger. your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, arms winding around his neck as he pulled you closer against his chest.

he grabbed you with a rough, delinquent urgency and practically slammed you down onto his gaming table, your ass nearly crashing into the keyboard and his crumpled gang uniform jacket scattered near the gear. your back pressed hard against the edge of his glowing computer tower, the heat between you instantly electric.

his hands slid down your sides, dipping under the waistband of your panties. with a swift, careless pull, he ripped them down your thighs as his cock instantly found its place against you, hard, demanding, and slick.

he grasped your thighs firmly, bruising your skin as he pulled them forward just enough for you to take him whole. his breath hitched, his voice low, guttural, and dripping with raw desire. “you wanted this so bad, huh? can't fucking wait? now fucking take it.”

the sound of your breath hitched as rindou thrust into you, hard and fast, driving you against the edge of the gaming table. his hands gripped your hips with a fierce, territorial possessiveness, his hips snapping relentlessly.

“fuck, you feel so good baby,” he growled, his voice rough and completely unrefined as he buried himself deeper. your nails dug into his bare shoulders, matching his violent intensity with desperate moans spilling from your lips.

rindou’s breath came in ragged pants, his hair's a mess as his lips parted against your skin, whispering,​ “you wanted my attention so bad, didn't you? now don't you dare close your eyes while i fucking ruin you.”

hus movements quickened, his hips slamming mercilessly, the desk rattling beneath the weight of his aggression. your moans mixed with his low, heavy groans, the tension spiraling completely out of control.

suddenly, a muffled voice cut through the haze from the discarded headset on the desk. “rindou?”

sanzu chimed in, “yo, man, why’d you gotta leave the match like that? we’re down by two. don't tell me you bit it.”

“bro, let’s just finish it without him. he's busy,” ran responded, laughing.

the boys’ laughter and chatter faded into the background as rindou’s grip tightened. he growled against your neck, biting the skin. “ignore them. you’re mine right now.”

your moans grew louder, matching his aggressive thrusts, the two of you lost in a wild, urgent rhythm while the rest of the team continued the match without him.

“i don’t like you ignoring me like that,” you gasped breathlessly, your hands sliding up to find his face, fingers gently caressing his cheeks.

without warning, rindou captured your lips in a possessive and silencing kiss, so intense it drove you back until your spine hit the cold, hard edge of the computer tower. the sharp contrast of the cold metal only made the fire between you burn hotter.

rindou’s hips stuttered for a fraction of a second, then snapped deeper, driving you closer to the absolute edge. your breath hitched and your hands gripped his shoulders tight, nails digging into his skin as pleasure burned through you.

“oh shit… keep going, baby,” you moaned, your voice trembling with pure need. “t-that’s so good, rin.”

he smirked against your neck, hearing every desperate, broken sound you made. his hands slid up to your face, his fingers spreading wide to cup your cheeks firmly, his thumbs pressing into your skin, squishing your face in a rough, dominant hold that was so uniquely him.

“you were looking so pretty for sanzu earlier, right?” he growled low, eyes dark with a dangerous promise. “let’s see if he can save you when i completely break you right here.”

the words sent a violent shiver through you as your body tensed, your release crashing over you in waves. rindou didn’t slow down, didn’t give you a second to breathe. his cock kept thrusting relentlessly, riding out your climax like he was feeding off your every desperate moan.

your hands scrambled for support, palms flattening against the gaming table. one slipped, your fingers accidentally pressing down hard on the mechanical keyboard, a string of random key clicks echoing loudly in the background. the monitor flickered with chaotic inputs, but rindou didn’t even glance at it, too locked in on making you come.

“pretty sure the boys just figured out exactly why i left the game,” he hissed, his grip on your cheeks tightening as if to permanently mark you. “bet they can hear every damn thing right now.”

little did you know, when your hand slammed against the keyboard, it had done more than mash random keys. one of the macro shortcuts had switched rindou’s camera right back on.

the stream lit up with a perfectly clear view of your back arched toward the monitor, arms bracing yourself against the table, rindou’s lean, toned figure moving behind you with sharp, relentless, and unforgiving thrusts.

you were too far gone to notice until a sudden, loud voice from the headset speakers cut through the haze.

“holy shit, rindou…” sanzu’s voice rasped through the speakers, a slow, completely thrilled laugh slipping out. “you fucking greedy bastard. keeping that all to yourself, huh?”

rindou let out a groan, his fingers digging into your hips so hard his knuckles turned white as he rode out the final moments of his control.

─ SANZU HARUCHIYO

sanzu keeps finding himself thinking about you during meetings, during jobs, during long nights. at first, he tells himself it's curiosity - then obsession. by the time he realizes it's love, it's already far too late. you're living in his head rent-free, and every attempt he makes to ignore it only makes it worse.

the age gap bothers him more than it bothers you. because he genuinely believes you're too good for him. he's spent years surrounded by violence, crime. meanwhile, you have a normal life, normal friends, normal worries. when he looks at you, it's like looking through a window into a life he never got to have.

despite his reputation, he's surprisingly soft around you. not in a weak way - just different. there are sides of him that nobody else gets to see. he lets you see his exhaustion. lets you see those rare moments when the weight of everything catches up to him. on nights when he comes home tired, he'll rest his head in your lap and close his eyes while you play with his hair.

he acts annoyed when you worry about him, but secretly he loves it. every text asking if he got home safely. every reminder to eat. every time you tell him to get more sleep. nobody has taken care of him like that in years.

sometimes he'll read your messages while sitting in a room full of dangerous men and feel something painfully warm settle in his chest. he won't answer right away - he likes pretending he's cooler than he is but everyone around him notices how much softer his expression gets whenever your name appears on his phone.

sanzu becomes ridiculously protective, though he tries very hard not to be controlling. there's a difference, and he knows it. he understands that you're your own person. he respects your independence. but that doesn't stop him from worrying constantly.

every time you mention going somewhere alone at night, he immediately starts asking questions. every time you take too long to answer a text, he has to physically stop himself from checking whether something happened to you. he trusts you completely.

one of his favorite things is listening to you talk. genuinely listening. you could spend twenty minutes explaining workplace drama, a movie you watched, a random fact you learned online, and he'd sit there absorbing every word. half the time he has no idea why he's so interested. logically, none of it should matter.

compared to the things he deals with daily, your stories are insignificant. but because they're yours, he hangs onto every detail. weeks later he'll casually bring up something you mentioned once and you'll stare at him in surprise because you forgot all about it. meanwhile, he remembered every word.

he develops a habit of buying you things whenever he sees something that reminds him of you. sometimes it's expensive jewelry. sometimes it's a snack from a convenience store. the price doesn't matter. what matters is that he saw it and immediately thought of you.

his apartment slowly fills with evidence of this habit. little trinkets, books, flowers. random gifts with no special occasion attached. when you ask why he keeps bringing you things, he shrugs and mumbles something about having money to waste. the truth is much simpler: he likes seeing you smile.

jealousy is one of sanzu's worst traits, and unlike some people, he doesn't hide it well at all. in fact, sometimes it feels like he doesn't even try. the second he notices someone getting a little too comfortable with you, his entire demeanor changes, his smile disappears, his patience vanishes. suddenly every little thing irritates him. he doesn't sit quietly and pretend everything is fine because everything is not fine.

he'll insert himself into the situation immediately, draping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his side, interrupting conversations, making it painfully obvious that he's unhappy. the problem isn't that he doesn't trust you. he does. it's other people he doesn't trust. unfortunately, when his temper gets involved, that distinction isn't always obvious.

it causes arguments more often than either of you would like. sanzu can be surprisingly sensitive when it comes to you, and jealousy has a habit of dragging every insecurity he has straight to the surface. he'll get irritated over things you consider harmless.

he loves domestic moments more than he'd ever admit. grocery shopping together, cooking dinner, arguing over what movie to watch. falling asleep on opposite sides of the couch because neither of you intended to nap. these moments mean more to him than expensive dates or grand gestures. his entire life is built around danger and unpredictability. with you, things are simple.

there are moments when he looks at you and feels almost overwhelmed by how much he loves you. moments when you're laughing at something stupid, moments when you're half-asleep and mumbling nonsense. his chest actually aches because the feeling is too big, too much. he spent years believing he wasn't capable of loving someone normally. then you came along and proved him wrong.

if anyone ever asked him what his favorite thing about you is, he'd probably scoff and refuse to answer. but privately, the answer would be easy. it's the fact that you see him as a person first. not a monster - just him. and for someone who has spent most of his life being viewed through the lens of violence and chaos, that kind of love feels almost miraculous. even after years together, there are still moments when he catches himself looking at you and thinking the exact same thing:

I can't believe you're real.

sanzu's addiction is probably the thing that scares him most once he falls in love with you. before you, he could ignore the damage he was doing to himself. he didn't care enough to stop. if he woke up miserable, if his body paid the price, if he spiraled, that was his problem. but then you happen.

suddenly there is someone whose face he wants to see tomorrow, someone he wants to come home to, someone whose hands he wants to hold ten years from now. he doesn't magically recover because of love. that's not how addiction works. there are setbacks, bad days, moments where he pushes you away because he's ashamed of himself.

but you're one of the few people who sees the difference between the ruthless bonten executive and the exhausted man underneath. you never treat him like a project to fix, you don't lecture him, you don't try to save him single-handedly - you just stay.

moving to his intimate side, sanzu is the type of man who worships you during sex. the first time he sees you undressed, he can't take his eyes off of you. because of his life, he is more on experienced so he knows what he's doing. once sanzu finds out that you haven't been with anyone before - he makes sure to take care of you more delicately.

he enjoys giving more than receiving for sure and can stay between your legs for hours until you physically can't take it anymore. sanzu hates to admit how much he loves when you're desperate for him. that's why he denies your orgasm quite often to see you fall apart under him.

"haru- please, too much." tears are falling apart from the corner of your eyes as you beg for him to let you cum. sanzu keeps pushing all the right buttons - he's circling your clit, hitting that one spot with his long fingers and licking your cunt nonstop. but then he suddenly stops to look up at you - you're a babbling mess, chanting his name like a prayer and begging for release.

you expect him to be mean about it - but he's not. he would rather die than degrade you during your most vulnerable state.

"you're doin' so good, baby, jus' one more f'me." he praises, his voice vibrating throughout your whole body.

sanzu has a staring problem generally - and it shows during sex as well. sometimes he gets distracted when he sees you, hair messy, face flushed, lips red and bruised and he gets so hard. when you also look back at him and hold eye-contact - sanzu takes it as a challenge and will not look away until he makes you lose.

when he's in a good mood - he likes to tease and make you shy. for example, when your legs are on his shoulders as he pounds into you, you're completely open for him. your eyes are rolling back from the pleasure, your tits are moving up and down and you feel like a mess.

"you look so perfect, baby- fuck, so tight f'me, yeah?"

your face gets even more red at his words and you try to hide your face in your hands but sanzu doesn't let you - he will spread your legs apart and get closer to your face - pinning both of your hands on top of your head and keeps thrusting in and out.

"don' hide from me, sweetheart- wanna look at you."

however, sanzu also loves when you're the one making him flustered especially when he doesn't expect it. he could be working on some documents and you suddenly appear out of nowhere, dressed in his clothes, sitting on top of his lap. at first, he smiles at the sight - his favorite girl showing affection. but when you start making out with him, trailing kisses on his neck and softly grinding on his bulge - sanzu's in heaven.

the papers are long forgotten as he wraps his hands around your waist and helps you move better - his cheeks turn pink like his hair and he gets all whiny and loud. "fuck- baby, you feel so good!" sanzu praises as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him to shut him up.

his favorite position is whatever lets him be as close to you as possible. yes, he enjoys everything you two do together but sanzu is desperate to hold, kiss and bite you. he loves hiding his face in the crook of your neck the most as he pounds into you, leaving marks all over your throat as he smells your scent, hears your moans, taste your skin.

─ RAN HAITANI

the age gap becomes a source of endless teasing. not because he's trying to make you uncomfortable, but because he finds your reactions adorable. every time you call him old, he gasps dramatically like you've mortally wounded him. every birthday becomes an opportunity for you to make a joke about his age and for him to spend the rest of the day pretending he's the victim.

meanwhile, he's secretly very fond of the difference in life experience between you. not in a controlling way - he actually loves hearing your perspective on things. sometimes you'll say something simple, something obvious, and he'll find himself staring because you've managed to make him look at a situation differently.

because he owns multiple clubs and nightlife businesses through bonten's operations, his schedule is unusual. he's often awake when everyone else is asleep and asleep when everyone else is working. yet somehow, he always makes time for you. if that means leaving a club early, he'll leave early. if that means canceling plans, he'll cancel them.

you're more important to him. soon you realize this man, who has entire businesses depending on him, keeps abandoning meetings because you asked if he wanted to get lunch. physical affection comes naturally to him. he's not shy - if he wants to hold your hand, he'll hold your hand. he doesn't think twice about it, doesn't matter if you're in public or not.

his hand is always resting on your knee while you're sitting together, his fingers brushing against yours while walking. his arm draped over the back of your chair. that's just how he is. he likes being close to you.

despite all the teasing, he's actually very attentive. ran notices everything. people often underestimate how observant he is because he acts so relaxed, but he's constantly paying attention. he notices when you're tired before you mention it. notices when you're stressed. notices when your smile seems forced. notices when something is bothering you.

the difference is that he doesn't always address it directly. instead, he'll find little ways to make things easier. maybe he brings your favorite food home. maybe he cancels plans so the two of you can spend the evening together. maybe he distracts you until you're laughing despite yourself. he understands that not every problem can be solved, but he likes making your bad days a little better.

bonten members are used to seeing ran flirt with everyone. they're used to his jokes and his charm. what they're not used to seeing is genuine affection because the version of ran they know is always performing a little bit. then you come along and suddenly he's smiling differently - more soft and warm.

rindou acts annoyed by his brother's antics, but secretly enjoys watching him be happy. the teasing goes both ways. if ran is spending too much time texting you, rindou points it out. if ran cancels plans because you're free that evening, rindou points it out. if ran starts smiling at his phone during a meeting, rindou definitely points it out.

"she texted you, didn't she?"

"mind your business."

despite all the teasing, rindou genuinely likes you. mostly because you're one of the few people capable of getting ran to slow down occasionally. he's spent years watching his brother throw himself into dangerous situations and seeing someone become important enough for ran to think about consequences is reassuring.

one thing about ran is that he absolutely loves sleep. this man can nap anywhere and once you're together, he becomes shameless about using you as a pillow. you'll be sitting on a couch watching television and suddenly there's a head in your lap. you'll be reading a book and feel him leaning against your shoulder. you'll wake up from a nap and discover he's somehow taken up most of the available space despite claiming he wasn't tired twenty minutes ago.

beneath all the jokes and teasing, though, there is a side of ran very few people ever see. despite his confidence, despite how relaxed he appears, he's not immune to fear. he knows exactly what kind of life he lives. he knows how dangerous bonten is. that's why he is always worried about your safety and it's a number one priority for him.

there are moments where you'll catch glimpses of the side of him very few people ever see. usually late at night when you're both lying awake in bed and neither of you feels like sleeping yet. those are the moments where the jokes fade away - where his voice gets quieter, he talks about things he normally keeps buried: childhood memories, regrets, fears. despite how confident he appears, ran carries loneliness too. years of it. and when he trusts you enough to show those parts of himself.

years into the relationship, he'll still look at you the same way he did in the beginning. still reach for your hand automatically. still pull you into his lap during movie nights, still bury his face in your shoulder when he's exhausted, still abandon important plans just because spending time with you sounds more appealing.

ran haitani in bed is something else. he already makes you feel special enough everyday but during sex - he makes you feel heavenly. oh, he knoooows what he's doing. ran is the type that talks you through it for sure. he talks, he teases, he does not shut up. no matter how many times you've gotten intimate - he doesn't fail to make you flustered and shy every single time.

ran is a tall, big man. he's also very strong and can manhandle you however he wishes. he does everything in his power to make you moan louder than before. he feeds off of it.

"like how I fuck you, baby?" he whispers in your ear from behind while pressing his chest down at your back. he's thrusting slow but hard - he goes so deep, you feel him in your tummy. ran slides down a hand to feel himself moving in and out of you. if you don't respond - he stops, cups your face and demands an answer.

"ran, please- don't stop!" you feel frustrated at the loss of an orgasm but once you do as he says - ran continues, pounding even deeper than before, stretching you out so much that your eyes roll back. his hand starts circling your clit and you start to see stars, release taking over you as he fucks you through it. ran haitani likes to take his time during sex. just like sanzu, he also edges you to your limit until you fall apart but he always leaves you satisfied in the end and it makes everything worth it.

most of the time you have sex with ran, you end up in cloud state. if you were shy and hesitant before, now you're babbling nonsense, begging for more - and he never disappoints. he loves to hear you beg for more, moan his name and be desperate as you leave scratches all over his back and arms. he is a masochist more than a sadist - you can slap him, hurt him, scratch whatever you want and it'll only turn him on more.

every time you do try to be dominant, you end up disappointed. ran takes it as a challenge whenever you get on top of him. he lets you have your control but as soon as you start riding him, you fall apart. he starts teasing you, whispering soft praises, playing with your clit and tits, pushing himself up to go in deeper and you lose all your composure. ran ends up rolling you over, getting on top of you and finishing everything on his terms.

"you did good, sweetheart, lemme take over now." he whispers in your ear seductively as he kisses and hits all the right spots.

ran's sex drive is high. he's freaked out almost everyday and can keep going over and over until you pass out from sleep. he tries something new every time you have sex, testing your limits.

one thing he does quite often is wrapping his big, large hands on your throat and staring at your expression while your eyes are rolled back, mouth open from pleasure. the sight of you makes him lose it every time and he has to fight his own body to not cum right on the spot.

ran loves, loves, loves eating you out too much. it always ends up with you pulling on his hair, forcing him stop because it's your third time cumming in a row and you're overstimulated. he frowns but praises you after for doing so good.

ran's big on praise but there are times he's too lost in pleasure and can't control what he says. "such a good slut f'me, fuck, fuck-"

another thing he does is pulling your hair. because of this, one if his favorite position is doggy because he gets to pull your hair and expose your soft neck to him. he leaves marks all over your shoulder and throat as he fucks you from behind. he also gets to whisper sweet praises in your ear and pull you on the edge.

─ RINDOU HAITANI

the age gap is something he thinks about more seriously than he admits. he wants to make sure you're comfortable. he wants to make sure you're making your own decisions. he never wants you to feel pressured by his age, his status, or his position within bonten. once he realizes the relationship is serious, though, he stops overthinking it and simply focuses on making you happy.

out of all the bonten executives, rindou is probably one of the least interested in public displays of affection. not because he's embarrassed of you. quite the opposite, actually. he values the relationship so much that it almost feels private to him - something special. something that belongs to the two of you rather than the rest of the world.

when you're attending events related to the clubs he helps manage and oversee, he stays relatively composed. maybe a hand on the small of your back while guiding you through a crowd. maybe his fingers briefly finding yours. maybe a protective hand on your shoulder.

the moment the two of you are home, he's suddenly attached to your side. he's especially fond of small, quiet touches. if you're cooking dinner, he's leaning against the counter nearby pretending he's not specifically there. but soon enough you feel him wrap his arms around you from behind and place soft kisses on your neck.

rindou often pretends not to care while obviously caring a lot. you'll mention being cold and suddenly a jacket appears over your shoulders. you'll mention being hungry and somehow food arrives. you'll say you're tired and he'll quietly suggest heading home earlier. then when you thank him, he shrugs and acts like it was nothing.

the sweetest thing about him is that he genuinely listens. every little detail you mention gets filed away somewhere in his memory. your favorite drink. the movie you've been wanting to watch. the book you've mentioned three separate times. you'll casually talk about something once and forget about it entirely. then weeks later he'll show up with tickets, reservations, or some small gift connected to that conversation.

late at night is when his softer side appears most often. the city is quiet. the clubs are closed or running without him. bonten feels far away. and suddenly it's just the two of you curled up together in bed. those are the moments where he'll actually talk about things. his worries. his thoughts. memories from years ago. things he would never tell most people.

jealousy is one of the few things capable of bringing that temper out almost instantly. unlike ran, who might tease his way through jealousy, rindou gets noticeably annoyed. if someone is flirting with you, he isn't going to sit there smiling through it. his entire mood drops.

conversations become shorter. his expression gets harder. and if the person continues despite the obvious signs, that's when the irritation starts becoming visible. he'll move closer to you without thinking about it. his hand finds yours. his arm settles around your shoulders. suddenly he's involved in the conversation whether anyone invited him or not - and he will be mean about it!

the worst arguments in your relationship usually happen because rindou has a habit of bottling things up. he's not naturally expressive. if something bothers him, he'll often sit with it for hours before saying anything. unfortunately, by the time he finally speaks up, he's already irritated.

you'll ask what's wrong. he'll say "nothing." you'll ask again. same answer. then three hours later he's suddenly admitting that something from earlier bothered him and now you're both trying to untangle a problem that could've been solved immediately. it's frustrating for both of you. he knows it's frustrating. he just struggles with vulnerability sometimes.

however, one thing about rindou is that he hates staying angry with you. genuinely hates it. arguments make him miserable. even when he's convinced he's right, even when he's still annoyed, he hates the distance that comes afterward. he'll sit alone replaying the conversation in his head, picking apart every sentence, wondering if he handled things poorly. sometimes his pride gets in the way for a little while, but eventually the need to fix things wins every single time.

rindou is also quite experienced when it comes to sex. he knows what buttons to push - he's quiet but focused. at first he won't initiate anything, afraid to make you uncomfortable. he's so hesitant during the first time but once he notices you're nervous, he becomes gentle and guides you through it.

rindou is much softer with you and it takes him a long time for him to get the hang of the relationship. before you, his sex life was pretty much one-night-stands. with you, he doesn't want to mess up so he does everything in his power to make you feel secure and safe. he asks you occasionally if you're okay.

unlike the other two, rindou is much thicker in size and the way he stretches you out feels heavenly every time. he's not much of a talker - all you hear from him are occasional grunts and groans. although, your moans are his favorite thing to hear.

rindou doesn't usually like to shut you up but there are moments when he gets the urge to push his fingers down your throat. it's not that you're being too loud- no, he could listen to you all day if he wanted to. it's just the sight of you sucking on his fingers pulls him to the edge.

rindou works out almost everyday so he is pretty built and strong. when you point out how amazing his biceps look, he gets flustered. later that day, he makes sure to show you how strong he really is. just like his brother, rin's also into choking - but he chokes you with his biceps instead.

you're on your knees and elbows when he thrusts into you from behind. he forces you up by pulling your hair and headlocks your neck in his big, strong arms. your back arches and you feel him hit spots you didn't even know existed.

unexpectedly, you and rindou get so lost in the pleasure, you have to discuss having a safe word. he could be eating you out, fucking you into oblivion and then making you sit on his face and all of a sudden, you're too overwhelmed, your body aching from both pain and pleasure.

speaking of face-sitting, rin is into every position where you're on top of him. oh, how much he loooves having you ride him on the couch after a long, tiring day. he still makes sure to help you move better if you get tired. if you complain too much, he gets a little "mean" and tells you to take it because "you're a good girl for me, yeah?". will praise you endlessly after you're done, though.

rin is a very touch-starved man. he likes to feel you close. 99% of the time he's sweet but angry sex with rindou is something entirely different. it usually happens when he gets jealous. when he noticed someone hitting you up at his club and he got genuinely irritated.

he obviously doesn't mention why his mood changed until you ask and that's when he loses all his composure - tying you up the to the bed and taking out all his anger on you. that's when he first realizes he enjoys overstimulating you a bit too much. he can't help himself the way he licks all over your cunt while pushing fingers deep inside you. your hands are tied up so you can't hold on to anything and you feel helpless and vulnerable under him but he's making you feel so good.

if you couldn't tell already, rindou would rather give than receive. but there are times, you want to do something for him too. rin's a bit hesitant when you first go down on him. he's the one that feels overwhelmed this time - the way your mouth feels so warm and amazing around him, the way your tongue moves around his tip.

rindou loves to manhandle and use his strength on you. your legs could be on his shoulders, you're so close to cumming and he suddenly decides to flip you on your stomach and push his dick deeper from behind. he also enjoys fucking into you on the shower wall, hands under your thighs while he's holding you up. he groans at how your walls squeeze him tight and bites your neck out of frustration.

his head rolls backwards from the pleasure as he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you down deeper, reaching your throat. that's the first time you hear him moan out of pleasure. "fuck- jus' like that, don't stop-" he's completely lost in pleasure as you bob your head up and down nonstop. looking at you on your knees as you suck him off becomes his favorite sight of you.

Okinawa was the closest thing the brothers had to a second home outside of Roppongi. Whenever they could disappear, they disappeared there. Ran had connections, knew someone with an obscene house that sat on a beach that was private enough that they could go days without seeing other life on the island.

The moment they got there it was like the world outside of the island ceased to exist. Vacation mode on, Ran lulled to sleep by the sound of crashing waves, her soaking up every ray of sunlight the world had to offer, Rin catching every wave he could, letting the salt water wash away his anxieties.

It was the most free Rin had felt in years.

He had gone into the water to clear his head and came out feeling refreshed, the sun already drying his shoulders by the time he reached the shore. He stood at the water's edge, shaking the excess water out of his hair, watching her stretched out on the beach exactly where he left her.

Five days in the Okinawa sun had deepened the color of her skin, leaving lighter strips where her bikini straps had been. He noticed them the day before and couldn’t stop thinking about them, something about the contrast on her skin had been driving him quietly insane.

He crouched beside her, trailing his fingers up the back of her thigh, going up over the curve of her ass, lightly dancing up her spine, before pressing a kiss into her shoulder. 

“Having a nice nap?” he murmured against her skin.

She turned her head, eyeing him suspiciously, “What are you up to now?”

“Nothing.” He kissed her neck. “You’ve gotten so tan.”

She dropped her face back into her arms. “I’m busy relaxing, go back in the water.”

He trailed his fingers along the strap across her back, hooking his finger under, pulling it taut and letting it snap back against her skin.

“Rin!” She twisted to look at him, half laughing half annoyed, “What was that for?”

“No reason.” he was already untying the bow on her back, undoing it slowly while she tried to swat him away.

He flipped her over once he managed to get it undone, got her legs around his hips, trapping her underneath him while she fought to stifle her laughter, blinking up at him in the sun. 

He was still wet, hair dripping onto her warm skin.

She wrinkled her nose. “Rin, you’re getting me wet–”

“God, I hope so.” he smirked.

She stared at him, then rolled her eyes, “What is wrong with you.”

He was already reaching up to push her bikini top aside. Uncovering the tan lines on her chest. The untouched skin meeting the warm afternoon light and something in him completely short circuited.

He groaned somewhat helplessly at the sight and heard her laugh under him.

“Rin–”

He ran his thumbs over her slowly, felt her nipples harden under his touch, the laughter dying in her throat as her breath caught and stuttered.

“God Rin, we’re outside–”

He bent down and licked across her nipple and she gasped hard.

“Oh my god, Rin–” she squirmed beneath his hold.

“Shhh.” He kissed across to the other side slowly. “Ran’s asleep.”

She tried to protest until he grazed his teeth over her forcing her to swallow the noise trying to escape her.

He kissed down her chest, her stomach, taking his time, the salt on her skin against his tongue, her stomach rising and falling faster under his mouth, breath getting shorter every second that passed. 

He reached the waistband of her bikini bottoms and dipped his fingers under, pulling the fabric down enough to reveal the little pale patch of skin just below her tanned stomach,and pressed his lips there.

“Your tan lines drive me insane,” he said in between kisses.

He let his hand drift lower, over the fabric, fingers dancing lightly over her through the thin material.

“Rin.” Her voice was unsteady now, “what if someone sees.”

He kept his gaze locked onto her as he slid his thumb under the side of the fabric, pressing a slow circle directly against her. Her breath completely left her.

“No one will.” He cooed, keeping the pressure there, watching her try to keep still and quiet. “It’s a private beach and besides…we can be quick.” He grinned down at her.

She let out a small breathy laugh, her hips shifting against his hand wanting more. He moved his hand to pull her bottoms to the side, feeling just how worked up he’d already gotten her. He pushed his shorts down enough to free himself, stroking himself slowly while looking at her - spread out in front of him, bronzed and trembling slightly.

He rubbed against her slowly, until neither of them could stand it anymore, finally pressing into her.

“God,” she breathed and tipped her head back on the towel.

“Shhh.” He was smiling, held himself there watching her face, completely unbothered by how badly she was already squirming. “You’re gonna get us caught if you keep doing that”

She squinted at him ready to make a snarky remark but choked on her words as he pushed all the way into her at the same moment. Her back arched immediately, a sound escaping her she couldn’t catch in time.

“You’re such a di– ahhh–”

He pulled almost all the way out and snapped his hips back into her, watching her face contort, her words dissolving into mewls. “Sorry what was that, sweetheart?” He smirked and huffed a laugh, entirely too pleased with himself.

He stilled for just a moment, taking in the sight, dropping his head to her ear. “You have no idea,” he said quietly, “how fucking sexy you look right now.” He pulled back and drove his hips hard into her again, feeling her gasping on his neck. 

She clenched around him and he had to stop speaking for a second, letting out a rough exhale. “Fuck, baby.” The sun on his back, the breeze cooling the water on his skin, her under him looking at him like that, it was almost too much.

He gripped her hip harder, pace quickening. She pulled him closer, one hand twisted in his damp hair, the other gripping his arm hard enough to leave marks, small helpless noises escaping her every time his hips moved against hers.

He could feel her getting close - her breathing was shallower, grip tightening in his hair. He trailed one hand down between their bodies, fingers finding her again and began pressing slow, steady patterns into her.

“Jesus, Rin–” her hips bucked under him.

She had nowhere to go. His weight holding her down while his hand never letting up. The desperate sounds she was making, the sight of her face, it all nearly undid him right there.

“Rin–” her voice cracked. “Rin rin rin please–”

He didn’t let up, “Come for me, baby”

Her back arched up hard, chest pressing into his, her whole body tightening as her orgasm tore through her, clenching around him so hard and suddenly that he lost the last thread of control he was holding onto.

He came with her, a groan tearing out of him as he buried his face into her neck, holding her tight through it - her body still trembling under his - until neither of them could move.

He slipped out of her slowly, glanced down between them and couldn’t help but laugh.

“What?” she asked, chest still heaving.

He was grinning, breathless, looking at the state of her. “I made a mess of you, again.”

She groaned and put her arm over her face, blocking out him and the sun, he laughed again leaning down to pepper kisses on her while she tried to not smile.

He pulled his shorts back up, then before she could fully process what was happening, he scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder.

“Rin– oh my god, Rin, no–”

“Cleanup time.”

“No Rin, it’s so cold–”

He carried her down to the water, laughing the whole way, her shrieking and kicking, failing to free herself before he jumped into the water.

She came up gasping, soaked, swatting at him. He caught both her wrists, still laughing and pulled her against him, kissing her.

“You’re so annoying,” she said, teasing.

“What can I say, you drive me wild.” He pushed her wet hair back from her face, thumb brushing her cheek, kissing her again. He pulled back, his voice losing all trace of teasing and held her face in both hands, “I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy in my life.”

he was the closest friend of shinichiro. he was around your house countless times as if he was another member of the family. wakasa saw your whole adolescence — from pink dresses and playing knights and princesses when you were five, to your first motorcycle ride without shinichiro when you were a reckless 16-year-old girl who nearly broke his bike (to this day, he believes that the scratches were wakasa’s fault!). after your brother moved out a few years ago, he hadn’t seen you since, so he was surprised when shinichiro once invited you for a party, and instead of shin’s little sister he saw a beautiful young woman. wakasa always found you pretty, yet always brushed off the thoughts of it. you were his best friend’s sister — he couldn’t think of you that way! it was wrong for him, so he always kept his distance around you, while you grew up with the thought that your silly little crush didn’t like you. in your eyes, wakasa was always bored, uninterested, sometimes even ignorant, but there was something that made you drawn to him. sometimes, when you were alone with him, he was showing a completely other side and you always wondered if it was because of kindness or if he was just playing with your feelings. maybe it was better that you lost contact with him for so long? you needed to forget about it anyway — the sooner, the better.

after that party, something changed. you started to hang out more with shin as well as with wakasa, and you noticed the differences in his behaviour now. you were aware of the fact that waka was glancing at you longer than he should, always tried to be as close as possible to you. once you were whiny about not buying white floral lacy thighs, and the next time you saw wakasa, he gifted you exactly those you wanted back then. it made you feel special. you took note of the fact that he was more mature now than before, and all of those actions weren’t made without purpose. as well as he wouldn’t ask you to dye his hair purple without any ulterior motives. it was one time when shinichiro invited you and waka for his 23rd birthday party. both of you were staying over at shinichiro’s place for a whole week, and once wakasa randomly came home with a purple hair dye and weed. your brother wasn’t around, because he had some extra work in his shop, so both of you had to spend an evening together.

”girl, i have this vision, hear me out.” wakasa greeted you with those words, and the last thing you remember was him teaching you how to roll a blunt. you never smoked weed before, always limited yourself to alcohol, but it was something you always wanted to try. you nearly threw up after taking a drag and when this disgusting taste of burnt herbs met your throat. it smelled similar to lemon balm tea, but the taste was terrible.

”waka, i don’t think it does anything.” you said after some minutes. he only laughed at the sight of your red eyeballs and dilated pupils. and that laugh took you somewhere else. you started laughing with him, and everything began spinning around. your vision was once blurry, once everything seemed to be in slow motion, and the next second you felt like you were on a rollercoaster. your heartbeat was fast, and god knows how your limpy hands were spreading the hair dye on the strands of his hair. wakasa was seated on the chair, his legs between yours. if you wouldn’t be standing and trying not to dye his scalp, you’d be straddling him. both of you were high as fuck.

”are you a hairdresser or something?” he asked, looking at your eyes lazily. he had to use all the force and consciousness not to look down at your boobs as he was smoking another blunt and blowing the smoke in your face. but you were making it hard for him. his question made you burst into laughter again. you had to stop your work because he quickly followed, and both of you were laughing like crazy.

”no, but emma always wants me to do her hair.” you answered after you calmed down a little. you finished your work and now it was all about waiting to rinse it later. you wanted to set the dying kit on the table, but before you moved away his hands grabbed your hips, making you stay in the very position you were before. ”what’s wrong?” you only looked down at him and asked. he seemed a little nervous. ”nothing. just stay like that, don’t go.” wakasa’s arms wrapped around you tightly, trapping you in his lap, and you had to be extra careful not to get your shirt or body stained by the hair dye. he grabbed the kit from you and placed it on the ground as his hands were roaming around you hungrily and he was slowly bringing his face closer. ”can i kiss you?” he asked suddenly. your heartbeat was even faster than before and you didn’t even know if it was because of the weed anymore. with lazy movements of your lips, you were making out with him. it was slow at first, but it quickly became more hungry and desperate. his free hand wandered to your boob to finally squeeze it, and when you felt that you pulled away. you looked down at him while taking your shirt off. ”fuck me, waka.” your words echoed in his brain and he couldn’t believe what he just heard.

”what the fuck… i don’t think we should do that.” he blinked lazily as he took another drag, but his hand already unclasped your bra and played with your nipples. ”why? shin’s not there, he won’t come back yet. come on...” your lips attacked his neck and he nearly lost it. he managed to pull you away from him and looked into your eyes.

”i’m for real now. you’re high, i don’t want to make it look like i drugged you just to have sex with you.” wakasa didn’t want to hurt you. he loved you deeply, not wanted to use you.

”waka, i’ve been in love with you since i was like 7. i’m conscious enough to know what’s going on, and i’m serious right now. i don’t see it that way.” your confession was enough for him to stop holding back. he didn’t waste time kissing you again. in fact, he kissed every inch of your skin that was available, meanwhile you were undressing both of you. ”fuck, i love you. i always did.” he whispered between each kiss he placed on your skin. ”gonna ride me, pretty? think you can do that for me?” he asked desperately while helping you take off his sweatpants. meanwhile, you completely ignored the fact that your body was not only covered in hickeys, but also in hair dye a little, you were grinding against him just to feel a little bit of friction. wakasa pushed your pink lacy panties to the side and ran a finger through your wet folds. ”holy shit, you’re dripping.” it was such a beautiful view how his fingers easily slipped inside of you and your cunt sucked them so eagerly. you felt every sensation two times stronger than normal, so it took only a few pumps of his fingers to nearly make you cum. he was amazed by the way your pussy was clenching on his fingers, but wakasa was a mean one. you whined, frustrated as he pulled out, but the way he sucked on those fingers licking them clean was such a filthy sight that you had to admit it was the hottest thing you ever saw. you slid down his boxers, and as he smoked the blunt taking his sweet time, you sank onto him. he coughed the smoke in your face, feeling how your cunt squeezed around him. his hand grabbed your hip in a way it would leave a bruise and guided you to ride him faster. each time you would move, he’d thrust up his hips to meet yours. you swear you never felt so blissed before — screaming and moaning his name, already fucked out after a few shallow thrusts, but you felt like you’d been touching the sky. riding wakasa felt like opening the gates of eternal pleasure. no guy ever made you cum so fast like that. you creamed around him, pussy gripping him as if never wanting to let him go. he followed quickly, filling you up with a loud groan, though he didn’t pull out right away. he was clinging onto your body, afraid he’d lose you completely if he let you go. wakasa had you cockwarm him on his lap until both of you heard shin’s motorcycle pulling up on the driveway. stress washed over your whole body, you quickly started collecting the clothes that were scattered around. wakasa grabbed the blunts that were left on the table and everything that was falling from your hands as both of you ran to the bathroom, where he locked the door. it bought you some more time to make out, but when you heard the front door opening you had to get dressed and rinse off the hair dye from wakasa’s hair and act like everything was normal — even though you wanted more and more of him. well, at least for someone who was high as fuck while doing his hair, it turned out incredible.

Wakasa chuckles softly, reaching over to the dresser by his bed and pulling out an already rolled up blunt. “Wouldn’t you be if I was lying naked in your bed and texting another girl?” He questions, putting the blunt in his mouth and lighting it up.

“I guess I would.” You replied and Wakasa only hummed in response. Afterwards, there was a comfortable silence between the two of you as you passed each other the blunt, that was until you spoke again, breaking the silence.

“Are you falling for me, Waka?”

“Heh,” he chuckles, “guess I am.” He smiled at you and you swear he’s so pretty, like a rare majestical beauty.

You then crawled on top of him, naked. “I knew you couldn’t handle me.” You said, leaning forward to place a kiss upon his soft lips, but out of nowhere Wakasa flips you over on your backside. His hand caressing and holding up your thigh, and his face dangerously close to yours.

“Are you saying it’s wrong of me to want you to myself?” He questions.

“Says the guy that was so adamant on keeping things casual and no strings attached.” You replied, wrapping your arms around Wakasa’s neck and kissing his lips. “Do you remember the first time we did it?”

“Like yesterday.” Waka muttered.

“Did you really mean what you said, or was that a way to get into my panties?”

Wakasa chuckled softly and licked his lips, “I meant every word, pretty thing.” He murmured in your ear, nibbling and licking your earlobe.

You used all of your energy and strength to flip Waka over on his back, straddling him in the process. “Don’t tease me, Waka!”

Wakasa began to laugh as if it was the funniest thing he’s ever seen. Such beauty, you thought. He then started drawing circles on your hips, “g’nna ride me? I’m pretty tired from earlier.” He smiled.

You rolled your eyes once more. “You’re always tired.” You said, moving your hips slowly back and forth on his cock. You’re still wet from earlier activities, so you’re practically leaking.

You grabbed his cock and began to stroke it before sliding down on it, moaning in the process of being stretched out. Before you could even start moving, Waka stilled your movements with his hands on your hips.

“Don’t go too crazy, a’ight princess.” He said with a smirk.

You leaned forward, kissing his jaw and lips, “but I want to make you feel good too.” You whispered.

Wakasa chuckled, “heh, you’re so cute, y’know that..” he stated, “but I’m still sensitive from earlier, baby.” He’s now caressing your cheek with his thumb.

There goes that funny feeling in your stomach again.

You grabbed his hand and placed it on your stomach. “You give me butterflies all the time,” you said smiling softly, “so is it okay to say that I might’ve fallen for you as well?”

Wakasa licked his lips, his cock started twitching inside your wet warm cunt. “I feel like the luckiest man in the world right now,” he said, “so say it, say that you’re my girl.”

You bit your bottom lip, “I’m your girl.” You murmured.

And that was it — instead of you going crazy, Wakasa was the one that lost himself inside of you, completely falling more and more for you every time his cock slid in and out of your cunt — milking him for everything he’s worth and honestly, he wouldn’t have it any other way. <3

Wakasa lazily pumps into you, gripping your thighs to pull you on to his cock in time with his thrusts. One of his hands reaching down to thumb at your clit. Your cunt clenching around his fat cock as he throws his head back and groans, “Such a good girl for me, yeah?” Gripping your hips, he adjusts the angle in which he’s fucking you so he can reach that hot button inside you, sending you over the edge. You squirm and grab his wrists, trying to ground yourself, letting small gasps escape your lips. He knew you were close when he felt the familiar sensation of your cunt trying to squeeze the life out of his dick. “Let go baby. That’s it, cum on this cock for me”

‘hey, i haven’t seen you around these parts.’

practically about to roll your eyes for nth time tonight, you really couldn’t just enjoy your drink on your own without some guy breathing down your neck.

thinking back to how your friends said, ‘this’ll be a fun opportunity to meet new people.’ you argued with them that going to your local club where you had already known everyone was more than enough.

'that's the thing! we need to get out there and get with people we don't know, do you know how boring it is to get with the guy who has a small fry dick?'

smiling to yourself, you slowly remembered the position that you were in.

releasing a heavy sigh, you turned around from the bar and faced the guy, leaning back on the counter as you mentally prepared yourself for how this could go - knowing a man.

yet, the guy looked kinda worth talking to. had a a crazy haircut of a mullet and his violet eyes only seemed to bore into your soul. he had that loser look to him, that was totally your taste.

maybe entertaining him won’t be so bad, you thought to yourself.

‘well are you just gonna stare at me, or give me an answer.’ with the way he had phrased it you would have thought he wasn’t even asking at this point.

damn, you were caught checking him out. the bit of liquid courage that you had earlier pushing you to some sort of false confidence.

‘hm… i dunno, do i really need to answer you though?’ teasing him as if this could go well with a random man practically caging you between him and the bar.

thought, you had noticed he was standing close, but not close enough where you had no room to walk out on him. points for bare minimum respect, i guess.

letting out a ‘tch’ as he rolled his eyes with a faint smile, he took in the sight of the empty barstool next to you. it was close to assume that he was going to get comfortable.

and you had two choices, practically walk away the moment he sits down to give him the blatant subtle hint that you weren’t interested... or sit and entertain his seemingly harmless ass.

you picked the latter once you saw him situate himself on the barstool facing the bartender as you faced the dance floor.

‘grab me a beer.’

staring at him from your peripheral. he has a really nice side profile, with his loose bangs or whatever you’d call them, plus his jaw and whole facial structure was just calling to have you grab him and make out with him.

okay wait, were you ovulating…?

you tried hard not to make it look like you were checking him out again but with how imaginative you were getting with your thoughts, he could have practically heard them and gosh was he annoyingly observant.

actually no, you were already so far drunk, unaware to the fact that you were practically eye-fucking him.

turning around to face you, he stared at you with his face on his palm.

‘do you have a staring problem?’

quickly trying to save yourself. ‘no, do you?’

letting out a snicker at that. ‘yea, i’m really getting the idea that you aren’t from these parts.’

well of course you aren’t. because there's no way you'd be talking to the owner of the club like that, right?

giving him a knowing smile, you shifted and turned around to face the bar.

‘and what makes you say that?’

‘i don’t know, it’s just something about you.’

fighting back the urge to laugh in his face at the utterly predictive lines he was pulling you with, you let out a sigh to brush it off and played with the glass rim of your drink as he took another sip of his beer.

‘sooo, you don’t talk much?’

mirroring his prior actions, you held your face in your palm and held a not so shy look.

‘nah, but you seem to do.’

‘actually no, i’m just trying to get to know you…’

holding a smile at how you were actually falling for his words - blame the fact that he was attractive. you really shouldn't be this easy though.

‘hmm, i guess you are.’

exasperated at what you just said back to his flirting trials, he let out a pretty loud sarcastic comment.

‘wow. you really can’t give me something to work with here?’

laughing at his outburst, ‘well, what do you want me to say? aren’t you the one who said that you want to get to know me.’

with an unprecedented amusement to yourself, you watched as he inhaled and brought out the glass of beer onto his lips, slowly drinking it all in and leaving you with nothing but his striking adam's apple...

where on closer inspection, was that a tattoo? too drunk out of your ass to really check it out. he on the other hand was sure to notice your brief gaze on his throat.

placing the glass down, he tried to clear his throat to try and garner your attention back to his face, anywhere else but there.

still you seemed distracted, so he did what any other person would do in his place.

'your name, how about this?'

looking back at him with the mention of your name. he took that as a sign to continue.

'you should come around here more often, it brings a new vibe to the place.' patting your shoulder uncharacteratsically as he took his leave.

left a bit perplexed at the fleeting touch from him, you turned to see where he was going but he only seemed to have disappeared among the crowds.

and damn you never even got his name, but wait... how did he even know your name?

author's note: wooo!! debut post! rindou was probably very oc but i just wanted to write something for him.

polka dot divider by @candvcane

you move closer, inspecting the markings that wind around his skin. your fingertips follow the dark lines traveling over his wrist and shoulders.

“they’re beautiful.”

he looks at you, and you swear there’s a faint blush adoring his cheeks, even though he’s heard you say so many times before.

beautiful? no one has ever used that word for him before you.

you continue before he can respond.

your hand slides to his chest, tracing the markings there as well, and you can feel his gaze burning into you.

then your attention lowers— to the second mouth resting on his stomach. the feature that causes most people to recoil.

you start to lean forward, but sukuna’s eyes narrow. “what are you doing?”

“hm?”

his stomach mouth opens slightly, revealing sharp teeth, just to close again.

you examine it with genuine curiosity— it is quite the most strange part of him, and therefore something you want to understand even more.

without hesitation, you press a small kiss on top of it.

“…why are you looking at me like that?” you ask after coming back up.

for perhaps the first time in centuries, the king of curses looks genuinely caught off guard.

“what was that for?”

you tilt your head, and one of your hands come up to trace his lower lip.

“i do kiss these as well, no?”

a low, strange sound escapes him, a little similar to a low laugh.

you shift your attention upward again, this time toward the smaller eyes beneath his main pair.

you‘ve always found them quite interesting.

carefully, you brush your thumb beneath one. “so you can see from them as well?”

“obviously.”

you continue to examine him shamelessly.

the shape of his face, then the markings crossing his cheeks. the extra eyes.. the sharp angles of his features.

every detail. every part others fear— you love looking at them, love memorizing them.

when you finally look up, sukuna is already looking at you, a little amusement written over his expression.

“what’s so amusing?” you ask.

two of his hands rise, and two large palms settle against your cheeks. the contrast between his size and yours is almost comical.

“just why are you so different?” his thumb brushes across your cheek.

for a moment, neither of you speaks, then you lean forward and kiss one of the markings on his face.

“wouldn’t be here if i was like everyone else, hm?” you reason.