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strawbxrryanime · 1 month

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my heart aches for you, cutie pie - bonten rindou haitani x reader

"I love you.." Bonten Rindou kept saying, his lips curled within every word. His smile, so suffocating and intoxicating that you could barely breathe in the bed with him. His long pinkish-purple hair sways back as his soft, tender lilac-violet eyes pierce through your soul with righteousness, a righteousness that you belong here, with him.

Bonten Rindou just kept cuddling you, he kisses you and smiles. He was such a soft but demanding guy, as he wants to make love to you tonight. He's missed you, and his heart ached for you to come home after working abroad. "I've missed you..." Rindou reassured, whispering into your ear as he's been desperately waiting for his beloved Y/N while they were abroad working.

Bonten Rindou slowly comes on top of you, kissing you, pleasurely gnawing at your face at that, as he wraps his arms and shoulders around your neck as his muscular abs consume your face, the smell of sweet bliss. "You're my cutie pie~" Bonten Rindou whispered, as you watch him slowly take off his shorts, only wearing his underwear.

You can't help but admire his muscular bod, as you caress your hands against his body. Making Bonten Rindou smirk and laugh as you pathetically were mesmerized by the sight of him on top of you. "Like it?~" Bonten Rindou winked and smirked, he can tell you were getting heated and lost in the moment. And what more can you say?

Now you and Bonten Rindou were both nude, his enormous cock needy for you, his love ready to shine a light upon your caring nature and your loving body, as his cock gets swallowed up in between your walls, making you and Bonten Rindou let out a loud groan. Bonten Rindou caressed your face and kissed you on the cheek. "Shhh.. my Y/N~ I won't go too easy on you~" He growled, as he starts to pound, slamming his cock down your walls making groans.

"My cutie pie~" Bonten Rindou would smirk after each thrust makes you hallucinate in pleasure, drowning you in euphoria as he chuckles at your face, eyes rolled back, back arched, just ready for the ultimate pleasure he's going to give you. Bonten Rindou pounds again, slamming his entire length and girth inside you, balls deep in your walls as he groans and growls, his eyes watching every move of his cock going in and out of you as he goes insane in your hole.

"FUCK Y/N!~" Bonten Rindou would yell out as his hand covers his face as he kept thrusting, holding your waist with one hand as he just kept thrusting. Bonten Rindou can be soft mostly, but in the bed, he's going to be your wolf in the sheets. The scent of his essence just pounding right inside you just makes you so warm and so hot that you just can't help but moan and yelp every time he would thrust so hard inside your hole.

"I'm going to stretch you out Y/N!~" Bonten Rindou smirked, pounding you harder and faster as his balls would constantly slam you making you feel all kinds of shit that you'd never experience before. "You feel so fucking good Y/N~ So fucking goooooood...~" Bonten Rindou would chuckle, as his short breaths get louder as his cock would constantly slam into you, he was in pleasure that's for sure.

Bonten Rindou would grab you by your waist, gripping you with his two hands as he goes deeper inside of you. "My cutie pie~ My Y/N!~" Bonten Rindou would yell out, as he pounds right through you, fucking your holes, stretching you out as you feel every ounce of love within each and every thrust. Being so fucking close as Bonten Rindou picks up his pace, going faster and faster, his shaft unraveled in your gummy tight walls, his tip hitting your favorite spots, reaching your brink.

Bonten Rindou starts going even faster until. "FUUUUCK!~" A huge groan escaped out of his lips as he pumps his hot and sticky cum inside you, filling you up, making you feel so hot and warm as you scream out in pleasure. "I want to serenade you with pleasure~" Bonten Rindou whispered in short breaths, panting from pumping his load deep inside your hole.

You were now mindlessly riding his cock, slamming and crushing his ballsack as you bounce up and down his cock. Bonten Rindou moaning and growling as he pulls you to him, marking your neck as you'd moan out in pleasure. "MY CUTIE PIE! MY Y/N!~" Bonten Rindou had waited for this, waited for his cock to fuck you up the moment you arrived back with him.

His cock was so fucking good, you need to put a ring in it, the way he serenades you with pleasure, drowns you with euphoria, clears your mind with pleasure, cleanses your body with the pains and pleasure of your hole just makes you love him to a new high. Which is exactly what you had to show him tonight.

You bounce heavy down his cock, making his toes curl as you moan out his name, Bonten Rindou moaning yours too. "Y/N!~~ OOOOOOHHHH Y/N!~" Bonten Rindou would kiss harder against your neck, marking you even more. "I'LL MARK THAT BODY UP!~" Bonten Rindou growled, as you kept bouncing on his cock, reaching deeper and making his cock so tight and snug under your walls it drives both insane.

Bonten Rindou started to yell out. "OH FUCK!~ Y/N!~" Bonten Rindou grabs your face, forcing you to look at his piercing eyes as you ride his cock more harder and faster. "I'M GOING TO!~" Bonten Rindou starts to groan out as he sprays his cum deep inside of you. "FUUUUUCK!~" He kept moaning out, as he pumps more inside you. Showering you with euphoria.

The night ended with even more cuddles, as Bonten Rindou is with you on the bathtub, showering with you as he wraps his arms around your neck. "I love you Y/N~" He'd whisper so carelessly in love in your ear. And that was the time you knew, you knew you'd be in his arms, safe from everything. His grip gets tighter as he smirks. "Don't ever leave me, okay cutie pie?~" Bonten Rindou chuckles.

"Okay..." You say, dazed from the fuck session you and him had.

"Good Y/N~" Bonten Rindou smirks as he enwraps your lips with a kiss in the bathtub, forever cementing your love for him forever.

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bluerskiees · 1 year

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Sanzu, high on drugs: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything?

Ran: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies

Rindo: Socks are Feetie Heaties

Koko: Forks are Stabby Grabbies

Ran: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties

Rindo: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies

Sanzu: Stamps are Lickie Stickies

Kakucho, annoyed: You are disappointments

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evergone · 1 month

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Sleepless

Rindou Haitani x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content (allusions to sex), swearing

Description: The reader can't sleep because the Tenjiku members are being far too loud.

You had tried so hard all night not to disturb your boyfriend and his friends as they celebrated their recent successes in your lounge room, but as your eyes fluttered open for the fifth time that night, you knew you had to go and ask them to be just a tad quieter. Of course, you felt terrible because Rindou was being so considerate already. You couldn’t even hear the crappy rap music they were playing, just the echo of the bass through the walls, and both of the times that you were woken up by their chatter you heard Rindou frantically scrambling to hush them.

With a yawn and a small stretch, you pulled your throw blanket over your shoulders and shuffled across the carpet until you found your ugg boots in the complete and utter darkness. After a pained “fuck” slipped past your lips as you hit your knee on the edge of your bedframe, you slowly opened the door and stepped out into the lounge room.

It wouldn’t have taken more than a second before the boys noticed your meek, sleep-deprived frame cringing at the power of the lights while your eyes took their time to adjust. Most of them were strung out across the three grey couches in front of the television which was tuned into an MMA fight on mute, while the younger members (that Kisaki kid, his friend Hanma, Kokonoi, and Sanzu) were awkwardly sitting around the dining table behind them. Madarame offered you a short wave to which you responded with a tired frown, then you finally caught sight of Rindou sitting in the corner of the middle couch with his hand outstretched towards you.

“Rinnie…” You whined as you made your way into his lap with his arm lazily draped over your waist. Ran, your brother-in-law for all intents and purposes, snickered at the nickname, and the tone of your voice which was laden with exhaustion.

“Sorry, did we wake you up?” Rindou asked quietly, and then turned to the rest of the group, “I told these fuckwits to keep it down.”

Rindou wasn’t ignorant of the fact that you were wearing nothing but his shirt as pyjamas, and he knew well from the night’s earlier — and more private — events that your underwear were the barely-there kind. So, he was cautious to make sure that one of his hands was sitting firmly under your bum at all times, holding the shirt against your skin.

“If you guys stayed quiet I would’ve made you pancakes for breakfast as thanks,” you teased. Mocchi’s shoulders tensed in clear disappointment at your words. While all of them were fond of your cooking, Mocchi was always the biggest eater.

You pressed your lips against Rindou’s neck while they continued their discussion. His voice vibrated into each kiss you bestowed upon his neck and collarbone with a kind of intimacy that made you feel as though you were melting into one another. After a while of this, you began to doze off, your mind stuck in the in-between state of being oddly aware of everything around you, but not quite awake.

Rindou took one glance at the state of you, nearly asleep despite the volume of the room, and hooked his arms under your thighs to carry you back to the bed you shared. He folded the throw neatly at the end of the mattress, then placed you down on your preferred side, and admired the irritated look on your face which was made possible to see by the slightly open door.

As he made a movement to leave and rejoin his friends in the lounge room, you groaned, grabbed the cuff of his shirt, and pulled him back towards you. He was much stronger than you, strong enough not to be even slightly moved by your pull, but he was never the kind of boyfriend to fight your affection. He knelt down on the floor beside you with his hand rubbing circles on your cheek, already feeling terrible about how you couldn’t get to sleep because of him and his friends.

“What’s wrong, N/n?” He said lovingly.

“Come to bed. It’s cold. I want you in here with me.” You saw how Rindou’s eyes flicked back to the light emanating from the doorway, so you pouted in the sexiest way you could given how tired you were. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

The sleeve of the shirt you were wearing had — at some point, unbeknownst to you — fallen from your shoulder to reveal the lacy strap of a new bra Rindou had bought you. It reminded him of your underwear. Of how nice it felt to take them off earlier…

“You’re too tired for any of that, babe. Just go to bed, and I’ll come join you in no time, promise,” he said as he shook the images from his mind, knowing you were one blink away from falling asleep again.

“You hate me,” you huffed, and turned away from your boyfriend before adding, “You’re just gonna end up passing out on the couch like you do every time they come here. I’m gonna wake up all alone. You’re such a bad boyfriend.”

Rindou smiled softly, “Are you trying to guilt-trip me right now?” You turned back to make eye contact with him and nodded. “Fine.”

For a moment, he disappeared into the lounge room. You could hear Ran making fun of him for being “absolutely whipped”, and Izana telling him to “man up”, but you were already beginning to feel your eyelids getting heavier, so you didn’t care much to go out and defend him. When he returned, he took off his shirt and pulled on a pair of trackpants, and then crawled into bed beside you.

Content to have gotten all you wanted from Rindou, you traced the tattoos on his torso until you were so exhausted you could no longer hold your hand up.

“I will make it worth your while,” you yawned as you rested your head on his chest and let him run his hands over your hair, “Just… In the morning when I’m rejuvenated.”

You closed your eyes and Rindou felt your heartrate slow down along with the frequency of your breaths. You were snoring ever-so-gently, and he stifled a laugh at the irony of the fact that he wouldn’t be able to get even a second of sleep because of it.

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haitani-maki · 15 days

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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮

𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝙽’𝚃 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃

Contains NSFW links ⚠

It is just headcanon, you're free to disagree, just stay respectful

English is not my first language

💿. °bf!rindou that his love language is words of affirmation and actions

💿. °bf!rindou that sends you a lot of songs

💿. °bf!rindou when it's just the two of you, he expresses his feelings for you

💿. °bf!rindou who likes to drink with you, he always chooses the best drinks. It's okay if you don't drink, he just wants your company

💿. °bf!rindou that shows you multiple strokes, he gets excited as you look at him

💿. °bf!rindou that like to go to the gym with you but he understand if you didn't want to

💿. °bf!rindou who plays your favorite songs at home or in the club, you are the best on the dance floor

💿. °bf!rindou that takes you to various places in Roppongi or that you like to go to

💿. °bf!rindou sometimes you gotta take a drunk Rindou home

💿. °bf!rindou that looks like he's going to hit someone at any moment, but he's actually polite to some people

💿. °bf!rindou be patient with him, Rindou has many complaints about older Haitani

💿. °bf!rindou who is a good listener

💿. °bf!rindou who usually calls Ran "aniki", he once blurted out a "nii-chan" when you were together and he was embarrassed. He denies it whenever you bring it up

💿. °bf!rindou who spoils you buying gifts, he likes to see your shine whenever you're happy

💿. °bf!rindou who likes to sleep cuddling

💿. °bf!rindou he smells really good

💿. °bf!rindou he likes movie nights with you, he has introduced you to many films

💿. °bf!rindou in Bonten, you would have many security guards, he just wants you to be protected. He would decrease security if you felt uncomfortable

🍶 ˖ ֗ ࣭ ⋆bf!rindou will rub your pussy when you sit on his lap

🍶 ˖ ֗ ࣭ ⋆bf!rindou will fuck you in inappropriate places, he likes to take risks

🍶 ˖ ֗ ࣭ ⋆bf!rindou loves it when you ride his fat cock, you look so beautiful on top of him

🍶 ˖ ֗ ࣭ ⋆bf!rindou will make you cum with just his fingers, he loves fingering you

🍶 ˖ ֗ ࣭ ⋆bf!rindou definitely eats pussy like a champ

🍶 ˖ ֗ ࣭ ⋆bf!rindou thinks a little spanking never hurts

🍶 ˖ ֗ ࣭ ⋆bf!rindou you'll get what you deserve when you behave like a brat, that's the moment when his kindness disappears

🍶 ˖ ֗ ࣭ ⋆bf!rindou loves to fuck your throat, prepare your jaw

🍶 ˖ ֗ ࣭ ⋆bf!rindou make out sessions always

🍶 ˖ ֗ ࣭ ⋆bf!rindou morning sex, he gotta have the breakfast of champions

🍶 ˖ ֗ ࣭ ⋆bf!rindou is going to make a complete mess of you, cumming all over your body

🍶 ˖ ֗ ࣭ ⋆bf!rindou has nothing against toys, he will use them on you

🍶 ˖ ֗ ࣭ ⋆bf!rindou loves seeing you a messy, tearful squirming underneath him

🍶 ˖ ֗ ࣭ ⋆bf!rindou overstimulation and BDSM, y'all got a safe word

🍶 ˖ ֗ ࣭ ⋆bf!rindou pet names, praise and degradation

🍶 ˖ ֗ ࣭ ⋆bf!rindou will put you in positions you didn't even know were possible, it's never boring with him

🍶 ˖ ֗ ࣭ ⋆bf!rindou that will mark you, especially your thighs

🍶 ˖ ֗ ࣭ ⋆bf!rindou who prefers butts, likes to slap and squeeze soft flesh, it's a great pillow that he claims is heaven on earth

🍶 ˖ ֗ ࣭ ⋆bf!rindou that everything around him ceases to exist when he hears your moans, surely it's his favorite song

🍶 ˖ ֗ ࣭ ⋆bf!rindou loves their body, knows every corner of it

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no-saints-around-here · 7 months

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Quiet Afternoon

Yandere BFF Bonten Rindo & Bimbo!Reader

Masterlist

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a little nsfw spinoff from my BFF Rindo series, starting here, masterlist here! not necessary to read but it'll provide some context imo

tw: yandere, smut, dubcon, sexual assault, double pen, afab reader, dead dove do not eat

The muffled clap of skin meeting skin echoed through the opulently decorated bedroom, though calling the enormous space a bedroom was generously stretching the term to its limit. Tastefully decked out in dark-toned hardwoods and the occasional flourish of gold and silver, the priceless masterpieces that decorated the walls and corner of the room as if spoils of wars were barely visible in the dim light, polished frames and shined metal unable to shimmer in the dull ambient glow of the intricate chandelier that hung above the bed. Yet despite all the glitters and glamor that shared the space, it was only the four-poster bed that received any ounce of the spotlight - or more so you, ever so elegantly posed naked on your fours above less sparsely-dressed yet obviously fuming Rindo.

“What the fuck-” The words were hissed through gritted teeth as he harshly thursted himself upwards. “Did I say about talking to the others? Huh?!” You only huffed, unable to even catch your breath as strong arms simultaneously forced you backwards and onto him, his hips meeting the flesh of your buttocks with a wet slap as the Bonten executive plunged his entire length into you.

You, however, barely seemed to notice your self-proclaimed best friend’s foul mood as he pounded himself into you, the pleasure overwhelming any coherent thought that might have been left in that empty head of yours. Angelic voice that once could transfix and mesmerize crowds now reduced to mere huffing and wheezing, your doe-like eyes rolled backwards as he grinded his cock harshly against that one soft, spongy spot of your inner wall. Rindo was sure that the only thing keeping you up was his strength; the same strength that had kept you safe from the big bad world since you wore him down into friendship in childhood. But it was precisely this fact that had the well-feared mobster pissed off enough to tip his hand and break the sole unspoken rule he had held himself to for all these years to punish you.

Even after so long and what could be considered a forcibly short but successful stint as an idol, you still had barely a brain cell to share between both halves of your head, still couldn’t even follow a single simple instruction that he was sure he had drilled into you countless times.

It was just a routine job, no more than a few hours to be spent apart from you. His orders were easy and direct as they always were when it came to you: forbidding you from leaving the room until he was back, to keep the door locked at all times, and to not breathe a word to any of the other Bonten members except in an absolute emergency. Straightforward enough, yet where did he find you upon his return from his exhausting mission? Not in your shared room, no; he found you instead mesmerized by Koko, that slick, stingy motherfucker trying to brainwash you into selling nudes. Convincing you that he, Rindo, your best friend in the entire world, wouldn’t mind in the slightest since there was money to be made, and that Koko had buyers - dedicated, obsessed and very, very wealthy fans still reeling from your sudden retirement from the industry - lined up that would shell out a bomb for just a mere teasing shot in your panties.

Lies. You should know better than to think those honeyed words were nothing but lies. Because you were his and only his, and as your friend and sole protector, he would happily kill every last person who dared to lay such vulgar eyes on you.

“Why were you with Koko? What else did he say?” The younger of the Haitanis demanded, gloved grip tightening ever so slightly around your hips.

Despite the strong air-conditioning going at full blast and having done so for the past couple of hours, the prominent beads of sweat that clung to your forehead gleamed softly as if crystals clung to your skin as you panted, gasping to catch your next breath. A complete opposite from his own state. Rindo didn’t feel the slightest bit winded from this post-work workout despite being mostly clad in his combat outfit: the bulletproof vest paired with a simple black shirt and tie only missing a similarly colored pair of pants, with said clothing having long been stripped off and hurriedly discarded. Though more irritating was having to watch the dirt and grime and filthy blood of the outside world being rubbed off onto your bare skin - he’ll have to make sure that you got an extra thorough bath later. God only knows what kind of sickness you could catch.

You, however, remained unresponsive to Rindo’s demands except the occasional whuff and sharp exhale, lost in the pleasure rippling through your body from the valley between your legs.

Finally pulling himself out from his spiraling thoughts, the Bonten executive paused in his movements, sharp violet eyes narrowing at your failure to respond as he left himself half submerged in your folds. “Are you even listening?” He snarled, accompanied with another strong thrust that earned him a throaty gasp from you before stopping once more.

Rindo’s only answer was your struggle against his hold in a vain attempt to regain the sudden loss of friction. “Ah-ahh Rin-rin,” you whined, pleaded, as you desperately tried to regain the momentum that sparked pleasure in your abdomen, though your attempt to grind against him was in vain. "I really tr-ied!"

He already did so much for you - the tattoo on the front of his neck that branded him as Bonten was all for you. Who better to protect you from rabid world who would tear you apart without hesitation than the largest criminal organization in Japan? All those tortured souls, those eyes that he stared straight into before ending their life, all the blood that stained his hands. Rindo did it to keep you safe, to keep you by his side. And this was how you repaid your best friend? “You didn’t try hard enough.”

Countless men he had killed who had tried to take you away, who had tried to steal away your heart, who had tried to get you to notice them. And countless more he will kill - strangers, Bonten employees, former fans. He would kill them all for you. But even now, Rindo couldn’t quite muster himself to get genuinely angry at you. Even after you betrayed his trust, it was pretty much what Rindo had expected - you had always been quite the airhead, which was why you depended on him, why he, your best friend, had to care for you and look after you.

He’ll punish you for this transgression all right, but not too much; the thought of you fearing him, leaving him, sent shivers down his spine. Just a little bit wouldn’t hurt to keep you in line.

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Sure, Ran might have been strolling down Executive Row with the precise intention of poking his nose into his younger brother’s business, especially after the juicy rumors swirling as to what went down a couple of hours earlier with Koko. Now clean and dressed in a fresh set of shirt and shorts, this part of Bonten HQ was predictably void of souls - no servant would dare be caught loitering where the bosses lived. But being able to hear your harmonious voice whining from the corridor for all to hear? Even he didn’t expect something so bold from Rindo, not when the latter had a custom-made soundproof bedroom door installed the day he moved in. And sure enough, the thick, heavy padded steel door was slightly ajar, an oddity in the otherwise lifeless hallway neatly lined with an alternating pattern of invaluable treasures and rightly shut doors - Rindo must have been in a mighty hurry if he failed to do something so routine.

The rare and untimely creak of the usually well-oiled door fortunately failed to draw any attention, Ran noted, and the full view of your naked backside mooning him from the entrance quickly made it clear what his dear brother was occupied with. He remembered you well not only from your shared childhood in the Haitani household, but more recently from your time on the stage, those captivating melodies that you belted out without a second thought roaring up to the front of his mind once more. No doubt he still hears them from time to time on the air, but having had the opportunity to listen to you in person once, it was clear why you had rocketed to stardom. But ah Rindo - he kept you close to his side all this time. Negotiating with Mikey just to let him have you, he was always so obsessed with you, baring his teeth at any of the other executives that dared to even glance your way, let alone allowing you anywhere close to rabid fans eager for a piece of you. He even hides his fucking gun from you. No wonder he forced you to retire from stardom.

For a moment, Ran stood watching the two of you from the doorway. Rindo was frustrated at whatever sin it was that you had committed, and this was his idea of a “punishment��, yet that baby boy nestled amidst the luxurious fabrics was still so obviously, painfully gentle. The way he was edging you so carefully, glancing up at your face every other second just to make sure you weren’t actually hurting, still giving you the occasional pump so that you weren’t left completely high and dry; what else was there to say? Ran was nowhere this kind even to his favorite private whores. The smell of sex filled every breath he took as the cool air leaked out from the bedroom and into the otherwise empty passage, before the man finally turned to gently close the door behind him, locking it shut. A smell he was no stranger to, and while he was sure Rindo would maybe be okay if it was just him, but he would definitely be pissed if any of the others ever saw you in your current state. Pissed enough to end them with a clean gunshot to the head probably, and Ran shuddered at the possibility of having to bail Rindo out from Mikey’s wrath.

A soft chime ringing out from an unseen clock was like the starting bell of a fight, and it was a smirk that pulled at Ran’s lips as he padded over to the centerpiece of the room. Time to make this little session a proper punishment - he did have a heart after all, and if it did help Rindo keep you more in line, then fantastic

Your self-proclaimed best friend only took note of the unwelcome intruder when the nightstand drawer was pulled open, and in an instance, that look of mock anger (Ran was certain it was all just a bluff) fell away into horror as their eyes met. “What the fuck-“ Rindo stammered, the gears in his head seemingly coming to a grinding halt. You at least had enough awareness left in you to let out an eep at the sudden introduction of another voice, though you quickly settled back down as Rindo’s arms tightened protectively around you; maybe you assumed that all this was Rindo’s idea? Ran wouldn’t be surprised - your airhead already relied so heavily on the other to guide you through life.

“You left the door open. So I invited myself in.” The older of the two helpfully supplemented, signature lazy grin plastered all over his face as he rummaged for a little before pulling out a small tube.

“Get out!”

“Aww Rin-Rin, why’re you being so mean?” Ran teased as he slid onto the plush bed, comfy blankets that usually swaddled you and your delicate skin puffing up under his bony self as the man made his way across the enormous mattress. “I’m just here to help.”

“Don’t you dare touch her,” swore Rindo, the previous anger that had melted away from his face just minutes ago flaring up once more, cheeks reddening as he glared down Ran. “I’ll fucking kill you, I swear.”

But the fighting words barely bothered the older Haitani, more than used to his brother’s all bark and no bite when it came to actually making a move in front of you. “You want to punish her, don’t ya?” Drawled Ran, as he finally reached you. You jumped when cold hands touched your cheeks, spreading them apart with a critical eye as if appreciating a feast. “Doesn’t seem like it with what you’re doing.”

Ignoring the continuously growing threats that Rindo was growling at him from the bed, Ran instead busied himself making a show of squeezing out what was revealed to be lube from the small tube and generously coating his fingers. The shiny liquid seemingly glimmered under the light of the chandelier against the backdrop of your equally glittery skin, his anticipation of what was to come shortly quickly leading to a tent in his shorts. After all, desire for something was directly proportional to how off-limits it was, and you had been off-limits to him since Rindo first brought you home. He couldn’t wait. Casually pushed two slicked digits into your tight pucker, giving it a few lazy pumps in what seemed like an attempt to loosen and oil your bottom up for him, his impatience got the better of him, and the Bonten executive gave up all pretense. Hurriedly pushing down the band of his shirts and pulling out his already hard dick, you weren’t given a warning other than the light touch of his length as Ran lined himself up.

Your eyes popped open the same time that his head was forced past your ring of muscles, and your nose scrunched, an unmistakable sign of the flaring pain from between your legs. And the struggles started right after as you made a valiant attempt to free yourself from Rindo’s arms, the beads of sweat that clung to your hair holding on for dear life as you tried to wriggle away. “Ri-Rin, it hurts…”

But Ran was already lost to the warm heaven he, like an explorer stumbling upon the entrance to nirvana, had discovered within your wriggling body. “Oh- oh f-fuck,” was all the man could moan as his length sank in slowly and surely, the feeling of your newly opened bottom clutching and squeezing around his dick pure ecstasy, his mind almost liquid mush. Was this heaven what Rindo had been hiding from him all these years? Probably not, the executive floatingly mused to himself, as he pushed himself further inwards, given how deep in denial his younger brother was when it came to his relationship with you.

Your backdoor was miles better than any whore he had taken, in a league of your own, and that was putting it lightly - the warmth of your insides around him, combined with your muffled pained whines almost enough for the older Haitani to cum instantly if he had an ounce lesser of self-control. Sex might not have been Rindo’s top priority for keeping you out of the public’s eye and away from the rest of the Bonten executives, but god it should be - Ran would have been happy to pay an unimaginable number of zeros just for access to you..

Even Rindo let out a deep throated groan at the additional friction, before he caught himself and bit it back. Yet it was clear that you were stretched beyond your limit, the double penetration visibly causing strain between your legs, your thighs spasming with effort as you bit down hard on your lips, tears welling in those doe eyes of yours.

Slender fingers reaching down to gingerly touch at where you and Rindo were joined, the light exploratory brushes of his fingertips only serve to intensify your discomfort, as judged from the whimper that escaped your lips. Ran whistled - if that was enough to hurt…. That too failed to stop the smugly grinning executive, the older Haitani never ceasing as he continued to force his way past muscles that failed to keep him out, until he finally bottomed out in you, his balls slapping with enough force to let out an audible squelch. A pause, a temporary mercy to let you adjust to his size alongside Rindo’s, but more for Ran to admire the new expression that tore at your face.

An agonized grimace, a bleed of blood that adorned your plush lips, the idol that captured hearts was lost in the sea of pain he was putting you through. There was something beautiful about it, Ran admitted, as he ran one hand through your sweat-drenched hair, teasingly tracing light patterns into your back - he doubt there were many people who had ever seen this side of you, and it was a privilege he would treasure. The lust came flooding back as your tears fell, and Ran couldn’t resist leaning over to press a kiss to the back of your head before straightening.

“Move Rindo,” Ran grunted, as he started to grind his cock against your walls, pulling out slightly before slamming himself back in. “Move, dammit.”

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“Fucking hell Ran, you’re hurting her!” In a bid to dislodge the other from you, the younger of the two had attempted to roll you over and under him, but the slightest nudge had you crying out at the extra stretch, and Rindo stopped. He wasn’t going to lie that he wasn’t enjoying the extra friction - he had never experienced anything close before - but you were and always will be his first priority. You crying was the last thing he wanted, and the guilt was welling at the base of his gut. What fresh new hell was he putting you through?

Yet for all the nasty names his brain was yelling at him for not calling off this entire session, for not reaching under his pillow for his gun, Rindo couldn’t bring himself to pull out just yet. Against him knowing better than to continue, his hips began to thrust once more, and said gangster could only shove down the protesting best friend inside him.

He couldn’t tell when him and Ran had synced up, their thrusts falling into a pattern of one in, one out. The sheer friction generated was godly - the divine feeling of his cock rubbing up against another felt through the thin wall that separated your pussy from your ass as they were forced past each other. And as the seconds - minutes, hours? Rindo had long lost track of time - your own cries of pain died down, you letting out tired whines and grunts as you laid spent on Rindo’s chest, the two brothers too busy hammering their hips against yours in a chase of pleasure to notice. All three of you toppled over that edge at the same time, Rindo letting out a strangled ‘fuck’ before like a tension coil finally allowed to release, his hot cum spurted deep into you as he shuddered against you. And nestled as far as he could push in your ass, Ran’s cock pulsed and shuddered as he too released his load into you.

Around them, the sudden warmth seemed to trigger a response from you, your walls tightening around them as you came, though you barely twitched, your eyes already half-closed as you laid cuddled against Rindo, exhausted. Letting out a satisfied grunt, Ran finally pulled out of you, falling backwards to sit on the plush bed in a daze, the last dribble of cum drooling from the head of his softening dick. “That was- '' Said mafioso swallowed hard, unable to describe the feeling, though jumbled mind quickly latched on to the white cum starting to seep from both your holes. “Trying to get her pregnant?”

Post-nut clarity hit Rindo like a truck, and the bliss plastered across his face evaporated, giving way to a dark, angry look. Reaching under his pillow, it was that telltale click as a familiar pistol was pulled from underneath the white covers. “That was you overstaying your welcome,” snarled Rindo, as he leveled the barrel straight at Ran. “Fuck. Off.”

Ran beat a hasty retreat, barely able to push his dick back into his shorts before he disappeared behind the heavy steel bedroom door, said door groaning as it was locked shut with a soft thud.

Alone once more, the background whirl of the air-conditioning suddenly seemed so loud, the air blowing through unseen grates whistling as it drifted down from the high ceiling. The made-man turned his attention to you, violet eyes softening as he took in your fatigued form and your flushed cheeks. Stripping off his gloves, your best friend carefully rubbing his thumb over where hot tears had torn their way down your delicate skin, before chancing a glance between your legs. Ravaged would have been light - Rindo grimacing at the sight of your still panting pucker, red and inflamed from where it had been forced open.

Sighing, the man bundled your naked form ever so gently into his arms, shifting his way off the bed and standing with a crack of his knees. You stirred, looking up at him with swollen eyes. “Rin rin?”

He hummed as he crossed the room towards your built-in bathroom. “What is it?” His voice was uncharacteristically gentle as it always was when it came to you, a 180 from the feared Bonten gunman who took lives with nay a blink.

“...” You yawned, snuggling into his chest, your eyes fluttering close once more. “Nothing.”

“Hey, no sleeping yet.” He nudged you. “Pee, shower, then doctor.”

“Doctor?”

Just to make sure you were alright down there, Rindo admitted to himself, the guilt that he had suppressed previously now back to eat away at his heart, but he said nothing more to you. He’ll make it up to you, he swore to himself. Somehow, someway. With a click, the yellow lights flicked on, illuminating the marble-floored spotless bathroom.

You piped up again as you caught your reflection in the mirror. “Koko said - Koko said if I made enough money,” you paused, interrupted by another yawn. “You could stop working.”

“I don’t need your fucking money, stupid.” Placing you down on the toilet, the purple-haired man flicked your forehead, rolling his eyes. And that was the truth. It didn’t matter - it had never mattered - what he had to do. All this was for you. All he needed was you.

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koishiro · 8 days

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DID MY EYES LIE TO ME? I SAW TOKYO REVENGERS MOODBOARD COMING SOON PLEASE HEAR ME IM BEG FOR RINDOU (the two version of him in boten and before boten) and for the sugar daddy kokonoi & kakucho (I think I asked too much 😭!)

Dating Bonten Rindou Haitani <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : bonten rindou bonten rindou bonten rindou

kokonoi and kakucho will be added later on! find rindou (b4 bonten) here!

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rinrinx2 · 1 month

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Their ideal type in the bedroom

Summary: What acts you put on that gets them going in the bedroom.

Character: Ran, Rindou, Sanzu, Kakucho

Warning: Smut, mature content.

Ran

His type is the clueless innocent type.

He enjoys the look of nervousness in your eyes as he approaches you.

Will tease you for getting shy when he starts touching you over your clothes.

Your whiny moans from him just touching you makes him so hard and it’s not long till his removing every article of your clothing.

Love’s how you try to hide yourself when you’re naked.

“Don’t hide yourself princess”

When he gets into the act his slow at first teasing his tip at your entrance watching as you try to hold back your moans, to shy to let him see how you’re having fun.

Is only going to put it in when you’re a moaning mess.

When the two of you finally get into the rhythm of fucking he goes faster.

And he knows once you’re on his dick that shy demeanor is gone as you moan and cry on his cock for me.

“Ran fuck me harder” you moan out drooling from your mouth as Ran fucks you in doggy.

“I’m not going any faster till you’re creaming on my cock”

Rindou

His type is the confident type.

He loves a woman who knows she sexy and is willing to make a show of it.

His favourite sight is coming home and seeing you splayed out on the bed in lingerie barely covering anything.

“All this just for me” Rindou says as he loosens his tie.

He likes when you keep your confident appearance, with your bouncing up and down on his cock while he watches your tits bouncing around.

But even with you taking some control his still the main one in charge, he does this by setting the pace making sure that if you close to cumming he will slow down his hips.

He has to pinch your nipples while you ride him so he can see that needy look in your eyes.

When he sees you’re tired from riding him he will smack your ass so hard you fall forward with your body laying against his, he takes this opportunity to fuck you from below.

“Now baby I’m about to fuck your pretty brains out” Rindou says as you feel his cock push deep into you from below.

Sanzu

His type is those who have no self restraint, he loves a desperate bitch.

His favourite thing is getting videos while his at work, watching as you push your fingers inside your dripping cunt as you let your thoughts of him fill your head.

He loves the sight of you loosing yourself, unable to even wait for him to get home and fuck you.

And when he does get home his not waiting another second to fill your needy cunt.

The feeling of your warm slick walls motivating him to fuck into you harder.

“Can tell how desperate you are by how tight you’re getting” he growls as he fucks into you like a mad man letting out a laugh.

And you’re getting fucked to good to even say a word just cries of pleasure.

He loves how you’re begging him for more, your pussy trying to take more of his cock.

“Daddy lil desperate slut wants to devour his cock”

Kakucho

His type is someone who completely submits themselves.

His use to serving others always following commands, so the thought of having someone do exactly as he says has his cock slit leaking at the thought.

He loves coming home from work, seeing you sitting on the floor in front of his chair, already knowing that he needs head after a long day at the office.

His going to sit on a chair opposite the bed spewing commands to you, watching you follow them with his cock in his hand as he strokes it as you follow each step.

“Now play with that pussy” he commands as you tease your clit.

Is definitely going to call you when his on business trips so he can command you to put on a show.

Just because his away doesn’t mean the two of you can’t have fun.

“That’s right princess bend in front of the camera, let me see those pussy lips”

Is not going to stop commanding you till you’re a mess on his cock and desperately need to cum.

“Sir please” you beg feeling your orgasm get closer with each bounce on his cock.

“You’re not cumming till I say so” Kakucho says with a loud smack to your ass.

And he has you bounce on his cock till your slick is practically dripping down his thighs and into the floor beneath the two of you.

“Cum for my baby” he commands as you gush around his cock.

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TOKYOREV BOYS IN ONE NIGHT STANDS

CHARACTER(S): Ran . Sanzu . Rindou

WARNING/S: nsfw implications

Ran Haitani

The sun gently woke you up from your sleep, a groan followed up by a migraine, accompanied by the sinful and blissful memories from last night. Never in your sober self had you ever thought you'll hit it off with Ran, one thing led to another and you both ended up making out, later continuing to your room.

but you were not surprised to wake up beside a cold spot in bed, of course, the infamous Ran Haitani wouldn't settle for someone like you. you're just one of his another one-night stand, and you were a fool to believe that there was something between you two. a sigh escape your lips from the thought, that is until the bathroom door opened and out Ran Haitani in nothing but pants, that were hanging low on his lips, his toned stomach in display for you to see.

"you're still here?" you asked surprised, quickly averting your eyes that unconsciously traveled to his exposed skin. something Ran definitely saw but decided to ignore for now after hearing your accusation.

"did you think I left?" he asked amusedly with a playful grin, before picking up his discarded shirt and putting it on effortlessly "I'm hurt that you think so lowly of me"

you rolled your eyes, It's not just me that thinks that everyone does" he chuckled as he easily tied his tie and look for his socks, from his actions, it's easy to understand what he meant, that this between you two was just a one-night stand, it was a hopeful dream that he would settle for you.

you pouted as you gathered the blanket, "Anyways, you were probably on your way out and I just caught you leaving" your words coming out questioning as you went under the blankets to hide your red face, " Well don't let me hold you back"

it was silence at first before the blanket was rudely pulled away from you, just enough to see Ran waiting seating beside you on the bed, a playful grin adorning his lips. "you look so irresistible right now do you know that?" "hey!" you felt heat in your cheeks at Ran's seemingly calm demeanor as if teasing you. but soon drops into something serious as he pecks your lips in assurance.

"I have to leave early for a meeting" he whispered disappointedly, if he were to choose hell spend the rest of his life with you in bed.

"but trust me I'll see you tonight" he sealed with a kiss, deeper and with more emotion.

Sanzu Haruchiyo

Sanzu was a deep sleeper, that or he just didn't care as you rush in the morning gathering your clothes and putting them on, before leaving his room in a complete mess.

you started your morning, as usual, reporting and checking some stuff. the morning was so busy that you almost forgot about the night before, but images from last night kept crawling back into your mind. and when you thought that Sanzu had probably moved on with his day, he came angrily stalking towards you that very afternoon, his eyes swirling almost feral.

"If you think you can just run away and pretend nothing happened, then you're wrong" he blurted out as he rudely interrupted your conversation with one of the members, who immediately read the atmosphere and left. definitely not wanting to face the upset Sanzu. "Sanzu-san I- " "Sanzu?" he interrupted exasperatedly, looking down at you, his eyes full of so much emotion, something you don't see that often "That wasn't my name last night unless you need reminding of then I'll be more than happy to take you h-"

"Ha-Haru!" you immediately corrected, flustered and face flushed from the surge of memories. as you look left and right, making sure no one was around before continuing "Look what happened last night, it was an accident we both don't want, you're not under any obligation, can we just forget about it?"

"I don't want to" was his stern response as you can't help but only stare at him at the sudden seriousness of his words. gasping when he surprisingly gently cupped your chin.

"do you have any idea how long I wanted you?" he said, his breath hitting your lips as he watch your eyes flicker between his lips and eyes. a sign he only needed before pressing his lips against yours. you felt him smirk as you responded to his kiss and before you knew it you felt his arms beneath your legs before picking you up, bridal style.

"Now, that's a good girl"

Rindou Haitani

Amidst the headache and soar body, the first thing you notice when you woke up was the delicious smell of coffee and pancakes. sitting up from the bed, clutching the blanket over your naked body, the fact you're not in your room becomes apparent. it was then that the pleasant memories from the night before come rushing.

The Bonten executives had a gathering last night, and more than usual the guys ordered more drinks than they can handle. all you remember was more than half of them were drunks, the others passed out somewhere. while you and Rin somehow ended up in his room.

grabbing a clean shirt from his closet, you threw it on before making your way to the kitchen. expecting to see some take-out food or maybe Rindou will kick you out of his room right away. but to your bewilderment, there stands Rindo Haitani in his sweatpants and shirt, yet looking good, behind a stove, a spatula in one hand.

"What?" he asked after noticing you standing on the threshold, staring ridiculously at him. but one thing he noticed was how good you look wearing his shirt he quickly averted his gaze away, in fear of you seeing his red face.

"What are you doing?" you asked cautiously, now a little aware that you're basically wearing nothing except his shirt. but considering what happened last night, what's more, to be embarrassed about.

"what does it look like I'm doing?" Rin simply answered as he put the newly cooked pancake on a plate, before setting them down on the table, gesturing you to take a seat.

quietly, you sat in front of the newly cook pancake while Rin sets 2 cups of coffee. you stared at the delicious food in front of you. however, as good as it smells, you can't help but think that this food was his way of consolation before kicking you out.

"who cooks breakfast for their one-night stand" you mumbled sheepily but he heard you anyway.

"No one" He firmly said, as he sets down a cup of coffee beside your plate "Because this is not a one-night stand" your head perks up, "what?"

Rindou looked at you with a furrow on his forehead, his arms crossed against his chest, "you slept with me, you're wearing my shirt- half naked, in the middle of my kitchen"

He sighs," don't play dumb…"

"you're already mine"

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takeomisbitch · 7 months

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Hair Is Meant To Be Pulled

A/N: Sorry for the late post I didn't get home till 11pm. and tomorrow is gonna be another late day but I'll try to get it out at 11:30 pm

Kinktober day 6 Rindo Haitani x Fem!Reader

Word Count:802

Tags:NSFW,ModernAU, hair pulling, degrading kink

Synopsis:While having a Friday the 13th marathon with your boyfriend you pick up on how he keeps lightly tugging your hair

Kinktober Masterlist | Tokyo Revengers Masterlist

You always wanted to have a Friday The 13th marathon with your boyfriend on Friday the 13th, but sadly you had to do it a week early as your boyfriend has a business trip next week. “Do we have to do it now, we can just do it when I get back on the 16th,” your boyfriend Rindo Haitani complains watching you move around the kitchen for snacks and drinks, “Yes we have to do it now.” Walking out the kitchen Rindo right behind pouting as you take a seat on the couch and pat the spot next to you.

Much to your knowledge you didn’t notice the growing and painful hard on your boyfriend had, Rindo takes the spot next to you with a sigh he grabs the pillow before he sits laying it across his groin he leans back against the couch, you lean on your head on his shoulder and your arm across his waist. Pressing play on your TV remote the movie starts and Rindo already can’t wait for it to be over with.

About 25 minutes into the movie you notice how Rindo keeps lightly tugging your hair and or twirling it around his finger causing it to curl right back up, “Why do you keep doing that?” you look up at him with pure confusion written on your face, “Keep doing what” looks down at you, his finger still twirling around your hair, “That why do you keep playing with my hair?”

“Cause I like playing with, especially pulling it,” a smirk on his face as he leans down to give you a kiss, “Baby, can we try something.” he asks taking the TV remote from the table to pause the movie, “Try what” sitting up you look him in the eyes waiting for his response.

“I wanna pull your hair when we fuck, like right now.” he pulls the pillow from his lap his hard on causing his sweatpants to tighten, “Right now?” your doe eyes looking up at him, “yea right now,” he pulls your body into his, colliding your lips with his.

He nips at your bottom lip, his hands reaching out to pull your shirt off, “God you're so beautiful.” he mumbles into you his kisses leading down your neck to your chest, he takes your boob into his hands kneading it and rubbing his thumb over your nipples. “Hurry up Rin,” you lay back on the couch pulling on your waistband to your shorts, “Stop being so needy.”

Rindo takes your shorts and panties off moving your body so you're laying on your stomach, “A warning next time before you move me please,” you tease him looking over your shoulder to see his face, “Yea whatever. Get on your hands and knees baby.”

You position yourself with your hands and knees holding you up, your slick cunt on full display, “Such a wet slutty pussy,” Rindo groans as he pulls his pants down his cock slapping against your ass. Rindo reaches his hand down to pull you up by your hair, “Oh fuck,” you moan your hand coming up to his on the back of your head, Rindo shoves his cock into your pussy causing you both to let out a breathless moan.

You cunt hugged his cock as Rindo starts to thrust into your hole, “F-fuck Rin,” moaning as he drills his cock into you, “Feel good slut?” he degrades you and tugs your hair causing a gurgled moan to leave past your lips.

Your back arches against his front as his thumb rubs your neglected clit, “You're such a whore for my cock huh Y/N?” he nips at your neck leaving indents in its place as he chuckles into your neck. Rindo pulls his cock out of your hole making you whine from the emptiness, “That needy.”

You thrust your hips back making his dick rub against your ass, “Put it back in baby” you whine, he takes his cock back into his hands slapping the tip against your ass cheek.

You whine once again wiggling your hips against his, Rindo chuckles at your neediness taking his cock and thrusting it into your cunt, your ass ripples each time his hips make a connection. You can feel his tip kissing against that one sweet spot so deep into your cunt, “God I’m gonna come Rin,” you sob out, your pussy spasming around his cock pulling him as you squeeze around him.

“Fuck keep squeezing around me baby.” Rindo’s own orgasm approaches as hot thick ropes of cum fill your pussy to the brim, some of it seeping out. His hands leaves your hair giving the back of your head a small kiss.

"Love you baby" he says pulling out and giving you another small kiss, "Love you too"

©Bella2023

#Bella writes ʕ•̫͡•ʔ #kinktober 2023 #bonten rindou #rindou haitani #rindou x reader #rindo x reader #Rindo x you #rindou x you #rindo haitani #rindo haitani x reader #rindou smut #tokyo revengers rindou #rindo haitani x you #tokyorev x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x you #tokyorev x you

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lysemaximoff90 · 8 months

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Me at a party drunk

#manga #tokyo revengers #bonten #ran haitani #rindo haitani #haitani ran imagines #haitani brothers #rindou haitani

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inkykeiji · 7 months

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character: haitani rindou x fem!reader warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, cum feeding + swallowing words: 682

just,,, rly badly need rindou feeding me his cum :( because he cums so much it’s almost concerning; it’s so thick, so bitter, so silky smooth that it slips easily from fingertips to tongues, from tongues to throats, from throats to tummies, and oh, it’s such a shame to let it go to waste, isn’t it, sweetheart?

he’ll spurt a load anywhere on your body—keeps things interesting, he had claimed, followed swiftly by a stern warning that you’d better not spill a single fucking drop; his cum is precious, after all—and he’ll clean it up and feed it to you from anywhere, too.

because rindou loves feeding you his cum. he’ll gather it up on two fingers—index and middle, smeared with big fat, globs of cream that dribble and curl around his fingertips, gleaming almost prettily in the dim evening light—and push them into your patient mouth, opened wide and waiting like the good, good girl you are, tongue stuck out just a little; inviting, begging.

sometimes he’ll let you suck his fingers clean, mouth closing tightly around the third knuckles as your lips pucker into little petals and your cheeks hollow, sticking to the sides of his fingers, tongue winding, whirling, wreathing as it siphons the digits further down your throat, wrapped almost protectively around the bones. lilac turns to violet as he watches you drag your mouth off of his fingers almost completely before keenly sucking them back in, swallowing the cum your lips have scoured from his flesh. the tip of your tongue traces the seam of his fingers, soaking up whatever remnants of the substance have pooled in the cracks and gaps, greedily ensuring you don’t miss a single drop.

other times he will force you to stay still, mouth stretched open as far as the hinges of your jaw will allow, tongue unfurled from your mouth desperate and diligent as he drags goopy fingertips slathered in cum along the saliva-coated muscle, depositing streaks of cream. he rubs them on the inside of your cheeks, your gums, beneath your tongue, and all over your teeth, effectively coating your entire mouth in his essence, and doesn’t permit you to lick it up or swallow any of it at all until he’s finished painting your mouth with it, until your cunt and your thighs and your tits are clean, not a single stroke of his cum left.

but no matter the method, it always leaves him higher than heaven, pupils blown to hell as he watches your mouth, gaze unblinking and gluey, exhaling an airy little fuck through parted lips when you finally swallow, muscles contracting gently around his fingertips.

because he loves feeling you, loves feeling the way your tongue twines with, over, under, and between his fingers, slick muscle smooth and soft; loves feeling that tender, thankful hum vibrate around the tips of his fingers as your tongue twitches with a swallow.

he loves hearing you, loves hearing those precious little noises muffled by his flesh, oozing past his fingers with cum-tainted spit as you drool them out of the corners of your mouth, sweet little whimpers and desperate little mewls as you suck him in further, as you beg him for more.

he loves seeing you, loves seeing the way your lashes flutter and gaze glitters, heavy and lidded but never dull, as you stare at him so lovingly, so dreamily, like he’s some sort of fucking god, or something. he loves seeing the way your mouth puckers, loves seeing the thick coat of saliva you leave shimmering across his knuckles as your mouth pulls back, slow and steady, scraping them clean.

it all has him instantly hard again, raring and ready to go another round, and you’re already dripping wet—you’ve been dripping wet for a while now, drenching your inner thighs and his cotton sheets—but rindou doesn’t mind. it helps dispel the cum, at least, and he always feeds you until your slick runs pure, untainted with his seed, and all done; how ‘bout some more, baby?

#haitani rindou x reader #haitani rindou smut #haitani rindou x you #haitani rindou drabble #haitani rindou headcanons #haitani smut #rindou headcanons #haitani rindo x reader #haitani rindo smut #rindo smut #haitani headcanons #bonten x reader #rindou hcs #tokrev x reader #tokrev smut

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xxelfmamaxx · 1 year

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Rindou:Hey so, I'm kinda into you. Just thought you should know

Y/n:Can you hold on a sec

Rindou:Yeah, for what?

Y/n:My best friend is not answering

Rindou:what's that have to do w this tho??

Y/n:That b*tch gotta tell me what the f*ck I'm supposed to say

Rindou:

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers scenarios #bonten rindou #rindou x y/n #rindou tokyo revengers #rindou x reader #rindou haitani #rindou scenarios #haitani rindou imagines #rindou x you #haitani rindo x reader #haitani rindou

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bluerskiees · 1 year

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Dating Bonten!Haitani Rindo <3

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evergone · 1 month

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Star-Crossed Lovers

Rindou Haitani x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content (Allusions to sex, drinking), references to underage drinking (I do not condone or promote these behaviours), angst to fluff

Description: Everyone knows that when Rindou and the reader break up, they always end up back together, but this time something feels off.

You and Rindou broke up every other week.

When people asked how long you’d been together, you’d argue for hours on end about which break-ups counted and which didn’t. You liked to say you’d been together five years — ignoring the break-ups that occurred in the middle. Rindou, on the other hand, was adamant that every little break-up counted.

Yes, that included the time you broke up with him because he wouldn’t let you buy two of the same dress just in case something happened to the first one. It included the time he broke up with you because you absolutely demolished him in Monopoly. It included the time you broke up with him because he didn’t come home for five days straight. It included the time he broke up with you because he didn’t want to see you get deep enough into his gang business that you couldn’t get out.

So, after five years of dating — or three weeks, by Rindou’s standards — it became relatively obvious to everyone including yourselves that no little issue could actually spell the end of your relationship. The two of you were invariably intertwined. Star-crossed. At any given point in time, the most important person to you was him, and to him was you. There was nothing, truly nothing, that you couldn’t overcome together.

Except this break-up was different.

You could taste it in the air. Bitter. Empty. Soulless. There was hatred there, between you and Rindou, and it seemed that star-crossed lovers were truly just a thing of fiction.

It started out as just a petty argument. You had pointed out an engagement ring at the local jewellery store that you thought was just the most gorgeous thing in the world. It was vintage, from the mid-nineteen-twenties, and it was perfectly your size. You suggested, only half-jokingly, that he buy it and keep it in his pocket for the right time. Afterall, you were twenty and neither of you were getting any younger. But for some reason, some stupid, stupid reason, he completely freaked out.

“I’m not ready for that, Y/n!” Rindou’s head whipped around so his cold, violet gaze bore holes right through you. “How am I even supposed to know you’re the right person for me?”

The very same eyes that had just sent a chill through your entire body then betrayed his composure. Like a mirror struck by bad luck, they shattered, softened, and tried to reason with you wordlessly.

“We’ve been together five years and you don’t know if you want to marry me one day?” You asked him, both furious and heart-broken.

“Three weeks,” he said. Muscle memory. That was always his response to the whole ‘five years’ accusation, it was supposed to be funny, but in the moment it reeked of this sense that he was sick of you — ashamed of you, even.

Rightfully, you stormed out of the store, but he was hot on your heel, pleading with you to just stop and listen to him. By the time you had your keys in the lock of the driver’s door to your car, he was practically on his knees. It was a mistake, he didn’t mean anything by it, you had to understand that he was just so caught off-guard!

“Caught off-guard?” You scoffed, “How could you be caught off-guard when we’ve been together this long?”

“We break up so often, Y/n, I just didn’t think…” He didn’t know what to say, or how to justify his reaction. Rindou knew that at some point in your lives the two of you would probably be married, but he hadn’t really thought too seriously about it.

You rolled your eyes, “Take your brother, and get out of my house.”

For the next month, Rindou and his brother, Ran, crashed at Madarame’s. Ran had been whining the entire time about how much of a downgrade their living situation was since Madarame’s apartment stunk of his horrible cologne, and none of them were as good at cooking as you. You’d received about a dozen phone calls a week from him, each one begging you to either forgive Rindou, or at the very least, drop a meal off for them.

“We aren’t friends anymore, Ran, Rindou has ruined everything. Don’t call me again,” you told him eventually.

Everyone was feeling the effects of the break-up. Gang violence in Roppongi was at an all-time-high because Rindou was beating so many people up just to expel as much of the anger as he could. In meetings with the rest of Rokuhara Tandai, he was hardly focused, and would walk out having no idea what had just been discussed.

Rindou’s friends had tried in vain to convince him that this break-up was just the same as all the others — that the two of you would be back together in no time — but even they weren’t sure it was true. The days were getting longer, they were being drawn out into an agonising picture of the proverbial end, four horsemen and all, and it was becoming increasingly obvious that you weren’t interested in getting back together with him. It had just been so long.

It was unsettling to Rindou when he saw you for the first time since the day he moved out of your house. You didn’t notice him as he took in the dark semicircles under your tired eyes, and the slight limp you were carrying yourself with, and he was glad you didn’t. He could tell you hated him — he could feel the hatred oozing out of your pores and spreading all across the grocery store you were shopping in. There was no chance of you ever getting back together. He had just fucked up way too badly.

The past five weeks had been hell for you.

You had sprained your ankle really badly when you kicked your couch violently only moments after throwing all Rindou and Ran’s things at them from your front porch. Daily living had become far too difficult to handle on your own. The shelves in your kitchen were always too high to reach, so Rindou would grab things from them for you, but with him gone you had to maneuver yourself onto the counter with your one good leg and pray to God that you wouldn’t fall. The doctor had told you not to drive for as long as it took to get full rotation back in your ankle, so you were having to walk everywhere. You’d been late to work almost every day.

Despite everything, it would’ve been at least helpful to have Rindou around. Whenever something like this would happen to you, he was always there. Once, when you broke up after he got put in juvie, and you were having a rough time adjusting, he sent some of his friends (goons) to help you cook, and clean, and stay on top of your homework. You sighed at how nice it would’ve been to have that kind of support.

Between the constant calls from Ran, you’d also spoken to Madarame and Kakucho on the matter. Madarame had called before he realised the severity of the break-up to ask when you’d be “having your boys home” because he was sick of not being able to bring girls back to his house. Kakucho, on the other hand, had shown up at your door in his Rokuhara Tandai uniform, disrespecting a rule you had put in place that they weren’t to bring their gang affiliations anywhere near your house.

“Walk with me,” he ordered, and ignored you as you started to preach about how he had no right to speak to you that way. Together, you walked silently through the city, your eyes stuck to the concrete rivers you navigated through.

“Where are we going?” You asked him eventually, bored of the awkwardness and of being told off by some kid.

“Whatever’s happened, you need to forgive him,” Kakucho said, “You know you’re going to anyway, so I really don’t understand what all this mess is about.”

You scoffed, “He hasn’t apologised.” He frowned, so you continued, “Kakucho, he hasn’t so much as called me! I’m terrified that I overreacted, or that I didn’t try hard enough to resolve it… I - I really don’t know what to do. I think he hates me.”

When Kakucho didn’t say anything in return, you left him in the middle of Roppongi by himself, and went home to drown your sorrows in the beers still left in the fridge.

The alcohol relieved some of the pressure of the tense break-up, and that was more than a good enough reason for you to decide to get drunk every night for the next three days. Some of your friends from high school invited you out clubbing that Thursday, and you hadn’t the mind to refuse them. So, you got dressed up in your shortest black dress, and your best pair of heels (you had to redo your makeup after remembering they were a birthday gift from Rindou), and you skipped the line at a club owned by an acquaintance of Mocchi’s.

Inside, you were passed shots by every guy who managed to get within a one-metre radius of you. Nothing like that had happened to you in so long since it was just common knowledge through Roppongi that you more or less belonged to Rindou. You supposed that everyone knew that you were completely, definitely single for the first time in five years, and were taking the opportunity presented to them.

As you threw back another shot of fireball, cringing at the taste, your arm was grabbed by an all-too-familiar hand. Violet eyes made contact with yours, and a spark of electric panic — or perhaps it was passion — jolted through you until you took in the rest of the person’s appearance and realised it was not, in fact, Rindou, but Ran.

“Y/n!” He shouted over the ear-destroying-ly loud music, but you couldn’t tell whether you were actually hearing him or just reading his lips. He was grinning with delight. “What the hell are you doing here? Are you here to see Rindou?”

You bit your lip and frowned as you stretched your neck to search behind Ran, “Is he here?” You asked.

“Yeah, duh, we always come here. I’m starting to worry that you won’t get back together at all, the rate this is going!” Ran chuckled, but you just stared at him, mortified, and stole the wallet from his pocket. “Wait — Hey!”

Turning back to the bar, you ordered another three shots with Ran’s card, and downed them all as fast as possible. By the time you were done, your eyes were beginning to water, and you could feel the last three, or four, or maybe it was eight shots starting to settle in.

“Oh… Princess… Come, let’s sit down somewhere,” he cooed and you tried to scrunch your nose at the nickname, but you were falling way too far and way too fast into the alcohol spiral to have full control of your facial muscles.

Ran carried your stumbling form to a circular booth on the side of the dance floor, and slid you through to the back, resting your head on someone’s shoulder to your right. He rubbed circles on your arm as a couple tears escaped the pool at the bottom of your eyes. Above you, you could vaguely hear the owner of the shoulder trying to quietly yell at Ran, so you pulled your head off of him to give him some space. As you did just that, you caught a glimpse of the shoulder-owner in question.

“Rindou?” You gasped, your voice so loud it was clear over the music.

A glance back at Ran who was sitting there with a shit-eating grin, then you were right back to looking at Rindou. His pupils were just as large as yours, and his eyes open so wide that his irises were just spots of violet in an ocean of white. His blue and blond hair was so gracefully framing his cheeks, neck, and collarbone that you thought you might faint just at the sight, and he was wearing an old Adidas tee that sat perfectly on his body.

“Y/n,” Rindou breathed. He reached a hand out towards you, and you let him stroke your cheek with his thumb.

“You didn’t call,” you pouted, and your tears started to pour down over his fingers.

Rindou signalled that it was time for the other people in the booth to leave, and they did so with an ounce of hesitance. Boys were always more nosy than they were given credit for, especially the ones Rindou was friends with.

“I thought you hated me,” said Rindou in a sombre tone.

The only thing keeping your head from rolling backwards was his hand holding you up, and you were glad for it, as it gave you the visibility to squint at him. After the many, many, many times you had taken him back, how could he possibly think that one fight about a possible marriage would make you hate him? You were angry, sure, but only for a couple days. It had softened to sadness so quickly that you’d given yourself whiplash.

You reminded him of a half-dozen of the past break-ups. The time he threw you into a puddle of mud right before a school assembly, the time he joked about sleeping with one of your closest friends, the time he forgot to get you a birthday present, and all the others. He was prone to mistakes, but he always learnt from them. He was always trying so hard to do right by you. And you always took him back.

“I could never hate you, you’re the most important person in my life, Rindou.” His face lit up. “When you didn’t call me immediately, I thought I’d completely overreacted and pushed you away! I thought you hated me.”

For every break-up caused by Rindou, another had been caused by you, you were a dysfunctional couple like that, and both of you always resorted to the extremities rather than just sitting down and talking about your emotions. When you were twelve, you misplaced the study notes for the maths test he had the next week; when you were fifteen, you would flirt with adults outside of liquor stores to get them to buy you drinks; when you were seventeen, you stood him up on your anniversary. He broke up with you each time, and each time you always ended up back together.

“I shouldn’t have said what I said. I do want to marry you one day,” Rindou explained.

You slipped your hand under his, and shooed him away from your face, “You had a point, though.” He tilted his head in confusion. “We break up all the time. We’re not exactly stable enough to be thinking of marriage… In truth, I think we’re a bad couple. Toxic, even.”

“Don’t say that. We’ve been together five years!” He said with a mix of anger and light humour.

“We’re not even together right now, Rin,” you told him matter-of-factly, though your words had slurred together a little, taking much of the authority out of them.

“Take me back, then,” he suggested, but you shook your head and then gagged at the motion.

Rindou helped you up and out of the club, and the two of you sat on the side of the building, feeling the vibrations of the music beating through your bodies. The streets were busy with people, but it was so quiet in comparison to what the last few hours had been for you that you revelled in it like silence. While you vomited a couple times (you got a bit of it on one of your heels which prompted you to vomit once more), Rindou held your hair back.

Once you were finished, you leaned against him, and his hand wrapped around your waist to hold on to you so securely that you could tell he was scared it would be the last time he ever got the chance to do so. You looked up at the sky, but the lights of the city were so bright that there were no stars up there to guide you.

“Do you think we’re meant to be together?” You asked Rindou, “Like, do you think that, in another universe or timeline or whatever, we’d be together as well?”

He took a deep breath in, “All I know is that if I got the chance to live my life all over again, I would choose to do it all the same.”

“You love your life that much?” You smiled softly.

“I love you that much.”

In a predictable turn of events, you would find yourself waking up in your bed the next morning, Rindou by your side. Your house would be full of his and his brother’s things by day’s end, with a letter of gratitude placed in your mailbox by Madarame, and the very ring that had caused the whole mess sitting on your breakfast bar. You would ask your boyfriend to explain himself, and he’d shrug and reply that it was just a promise. He was going to put it somewhere safe, and one day, when the two of you had been break-up-free for a sufficient amount of time, you’d get the chance to wear it.

But in that moment outside the club, you didn’t much care to think how your morning would be. The breeze was cold, but you could taste the air, and it tasted like bliss.

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Ran: You like Y/N, Rindou?

Rindou: [Shakes his head] I don't

Ran: [sees his brother staring at you with lovestruck eyes] You definitely do...

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I read Quiet Afternoon and I got to thinking, it says “tip his hand and break the sole unspoken rule he had held himself to for all these years to punish you.” Does this mean this is the first time Rindo has slept with bestie? If not, what was the first time/incident that caused Rindo to sleep with airhead best friend?

Masterlist | Quiet Afternoon

ahhh this became a lot longer then I anticipated - wrote a short fic at the bottom cause I thought it would explain what happened much better than just word vomit!

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To answer the question first: no. Its not Rindo's first time, not by a long shot.

That line is more so that Rindo is a delusional and unreliable narrator when it comes to his bestie: that is delusional and unreliable on a good day, and straight up in denial on having even held hands with you, let alone touched you, on a bad one. And this is also when this boy is at his most dangerous, willing to do anything to anyone, Ran included, to prove to himself that he was your best friend and nothing more, that you were still his sweet, naive, innocent airhead who he found especially annoying.

If you squint really hard at the implications of Rindo installing a soundproof door on his first day of moving into Bonten HQ, together with how well this boy already knows your body and your patterns by the time of the events of Quiet Afternoon, you may be able to infer that its definitely not your first tango, even if Rindo insists it is (no sweat if you didn't though, it was really very, very subtle on purpose).

And no one knows this fact better than Ran, given the older Haitani was the precise reason your purple-haired Bonten friend first broke rank against his better sense.

Rindo’s breaking point came sometime during your stardom period. All started going downhill when he reluctantly allowed you to continue to perform as an idol against his judgement on the basis of just how happy it made you - it had always been hard for this baby boy to deny you anything you wanted, and fresh out of another stint in jail, the delinquent-turn-yakuza was eager to make up for his time away from you. And this was on top of the weak spot he always had for your pouting, so no surprise that he caves as soon as you started to look the slightest bit down about having to leave your little gig so quickly after starting.

One of the caveats he does put in place in exchange for indulging you is that he is now personally in charge of your security, and that the rest of your bodyguards were from Bonten. No exceptions. Absolutely does not trust your ‘agency’ or whatever other maggots that you choose to surround yourself with, and so will take it upon himself to accompany you everywhere, to stand guard outside your changing room when he absolutely couldn’t be inside with you, fly with you everywhere you go. But of course this also means that he has to take time off work to do so, and that meant convincing Mikey to let him do so. Ran finds it amusing to what length his younger brother will go to keep you by his side (cough begging and grovelling in front of Mikey), promising that you could help to launder their money and what not. Mikey honestly couldn’t care even a lick, as long as Rindo takes the work in whatever country he ends up in.

Yet for all that he has done for you, the honeymoon period lasts only a good 6 months before everything fell apart. Rindo thought he had a good handle on things, but never has he been so under-prepared when it finally strikes your best friend just how massively popular you had become in such a short period. Everywhere you went, no matter where you toured, your concerts were all full, stuffed to the brim with fans. And oh how he detested that word.

Fans. Rabid, like mad dogs. Decked out in merchandise bearing your face and name, screaming at the stage hoping for even a smudge of your attention. even coming to the concert venue early hoping to get a glimpse of you.

Scum of the earth, how dare they ask for more than getting to breathe the same air as you?

How dare they demand more?!

The resentment of your adoring masses only built up more and more in Rindo, having to watch from the sidelines as you enthusiastically shook hands and thanked your fans for your support, dancing for them and winking at them. Like you were some sort of whore putting yourself on show for the world. Rindo would never stand for this, not for his best friend, yet he still gritted his teeth; for reasons beyond him, you were enjoying this, enjoying shaking your ass and chest at the unwashed insects.

And then all hell finally broke loose upon one of your returns to Japan after another of your tours.

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All Downhill from Here

"Let. Me. Go," Rindo hissed as he was manhandled away from the still buzzing arrival hall by a rather amused Ran, his twisting and struggling to break free from the other’s grasp to no avail. "I'll kill him. I'll fucking kill him, and then I'll kill you."

The older Haitani sighed as he continued to force his younger brother along the otherwise empty corridor. "And that is precisely why we are in this situation."

And as usual, to none of their surprise, you were at the center of it all, though your airheaded presence that Rindo’s world revolved around was nowhere in sight, having already been sent ahead to the meeting point without your best friend’s knowledge. The hallway echoed with the clicks of their shoes, joined occasionally by the buzz of machinery as they passed and the hum of air-conditioning overhead. If he had known what the day was going to bring, Ran mused, he would have proposed doing this from the start; after all, airport staff were easier to disperse and keep away compared to the hordes of fans that you attract everywhere you go, and these staff corridors were rather convenient, snaking throughout the airport and away from the public eye.

Rindo’s cursing and swearing went in one ear and out the other as Ran continued to daydream, though the man couldn’t quite blame his unusually hot-tempered younger brother either. After all, it had been the continuous build up of months of stress, having to deal with you and your little idol gig that you insisted you wanted to keep, and this latest incident was just the straw that broke the camel’s back.

A huff as Rindo finally gave up on his failed escape, his shoulders relaxing in the armlock he had been held in for the past fifteen minutes.

Ran raised an eyebrow. “You done?”

”Yeah. Let me go.”

“You sure?”

”Fuck you, I’ll get that shitstain later.”

Which was exactly what the older of the brothers wanted to hear, Ran nodding as he released Rindo without another word. Shitstain was putting it lightly in his opinion, considering how much trouble he had caused in the span of a single minute - but it wasn’t his problem to solve. As long as Rindo wasn’t attempting to pull a gun in front of the police and the public to settle his little lover’s quarrel, Ran couldn’t quite care what happened to another nobody.

Ran jerked his chin down the corridor. “She’s two doors down to the right. Security escorted her there earlier.” The room was already demarcated as yours, what with two Bonten grunts flanking each side, but he thought it would be better to make it clear, given Rindo’s state of mind.

His younger brother was already gone before he could finish his sentence, and all Ran received as a thank you for his hard work was the slam of the door.

Ah, siblings.

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Rindo didn’t quite see it as lightly as Ran did.

This past day had already been particularly hellish for him by any standard measurement. It all started with the last concert of your first tour two nights ago - he had been watching from backstage, as he always did, when your skirt had ripped during your second song. The sound of cloth tearing reached his ears even over the sound of the throbbing music. He had confirmed as much when you finally returned to him waiting for you in the dressing room during the intermission, which only sealed the suspicions that churned in his sinking gut: at just the right angle, you would have flashed the fans in the first few rows, his wretched older brother seated in the VIP box included. Even if he had made you put on a new, longer skirt, it was already too late.

And then when he had tried to drill into you about the importance of keeping your distance from those lowlives least you catch something nasty, you hadn’t taken his concerns quite as seriously as he had hoped, laughing and beaming back at him, patting his hand reassuringly and trying to convince him that they were harmless. Strike 1.

He didn’t know what he expected, Rindo had to admit to himself; you had always been such an airhead, even since childhood when he first met you. You probably wouldn’t even have survived for so long if the younger Haitani hadn’t take you under his wing as his best friend, and the least you could do to pay him back was to listen to him. All he asked was for you to stay close to him and far away from everyone else, especially Ran.

Sure, there were times like this where Rindo would be forced to allow Ran to inhabit the same space as you - seeing as his older brother had attended your concert and similarly happened to be heading back to Bonten HQ, the three of you had to share the jet - but of all the people to turn up cheekly waving merchandise with your face and name plastered all over? Well, he did say that you were one of the best he’s seen in a while, but still. The man with the short purple hair did it on purpose, Rindo was certain, and definitely to trigger an outburst from him; if you hadn’t been present, he would have strangled Ran himself for bringing up how good you looked on stage (now he was certain Ran saw your panty flashing). Strike 2.

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It was without a doubt that your best friend was already rather on edge as the jet finally landed back in Tokyo. It was supposed to be a secret when you would arrive, which meant that there were fans behind barricades eagerly awaiting your appearance outside the airport. Sure, fine. You were famous, whatever, Rindo could hardly bother. But what broke his dam was a single unruly fan. One man, decked out from head to toe in merchandise spouting your name and face, who had decided for very clear, unacceptable reasons to jump the fence in an attempt to ambush you. And the vein that had been throbbing on Rindo’s forehead all day finally burst. Strike 3.

If Ran hadn’t been a second faster to grip and restrain his hand, Rindo would have shot him dead before security could grab the assailant.

And the missed opportunity continued to haunt him despite thirty minutes having already passed and nothing having happened to you, the sheer anger he had felt in that moment surging through his veins once more as Rindo stalked down the corridor, leaving Ran to talk at his back. Sure, he was going to arrange to have that scum erased, yet the upcoming torture wasn’t enough to soothe his nerves. Because how dare he? How dare that unworthy insect you called a fan even think of laying a finger on you?

And then the heartstopping fear that chilled him to his bones that followed - what about you?

Throwing open the door and seeing your back turned to him only reinforced his sudden onset of fear, the closing of the door behind him reverberating in his ears. You were too naive, too stupid to think beyond your next meal, but what if there was someone else in the picture? Could it be that you had laughed away his concerns earlier because someone else told you so? Could it be that you continued to indulge others because you were being influenced? Could it be?

It had to be, Rindo gulped, as you finally acknowledged him, standing from your small seat and waving eagerly. Someone must have gotten to you while he was locked away in prison, brainwashing you into abandoning him and running off with them. Or worse, with Ran.

He couldn’t hear any of the words you were speaking at him, trapped in the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind, his body numb as you tugged him over to the small comfy corner that the airport staff had set up for you.

Nothing went in, Rindo staring blankly at you, though you seemed to have failed to notice your friend’s inaction until you tried to get his attention.

”-n! Rin-rin!! Hello?”

The Bonten executive blinked, awakening to your curious face taking up his entire view.

“Rin-rinnnnn.”

Rindo simply stood suddenly, forcing you to back away, though a beam quickly replaced your surprised expression. A quick glance around the room told him that it was empty of cameras, and he was certain enough that the grunts outside had ensured as much - they were, after all, the ones who would pay with their lives should the police ever become involved. “Bend over the table and pull down your skirt,” he ordered, though he didn’t wait for you to register his instruction, instead already moving to gently guide you.

He had to make sure that you knew who you belonged to, and no matter how much your best friend dreaded what he was going to do to you next, it was necessary. You couldn’t be trusted to know up from down, let alone keep yourself safe and away from those who wanted to do your harm. From those who wanted to see you separated from him.

“Okay!” You cheerfully agreed. “What are we doing?”

Needless to say, this fateful day was the start of the end of your career as an idol. You had a good run while it lasted.

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