Dont You Kiss Her, Cause Its Me On Her Lips

don’t you kiss her, ‘cause it’s me on her lips

f!reader. friends w benies. mentions of guns n shooting. masterbation. oral (f -> m). rin wearing a wife beater. hate fucking. face fucking. spanking. dirty talk. recording. “good + pretty girl” possessive rin. creampie. mentions of death/killing. a lot more dirty talk.

featuring - haitani rindō

🏷 - @kshira @myeternalyearning @kentimestwo @solzu @r-indou @drakens-pet @wakaslut @draekn

two rin fics back to back m actually obsessed this is actually fucking sick + thank u guys again for 600,, uhhh yeah wc: abt 1.7k nd after this it’s back to the sub agenda fr ++ ty luna for beta reading ily

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you may have fallen first, but rindou thinks he fell harder.

and that’s not to say you don’t love him—you love him impossibly more each day, but rindou thinks his love for you runs deeper in a way no one else’s can.

simply put: he never thought he’d love at all, and the way your heart beat is the rhythm he matches his too, the way you make the lines he draws for himself so blurred that he doesn’t know where they lie anymore, he thinks that he loves rather intensely. and perhaps you do most of the kiss initiating, and maybe you reach first for all the hand holding, and it’s true that you’ve always pressed yourself into his side before he’s wrapped his arm around your torso, but that doesn’t necessarily mean you’re loved any less.

but when he hears the small chuckles from the men surrounding him, downing drink after drink and losing more and more holds on their tongues as the topic of your relationship surfaces, he’s left to wonder, what really has he done to prove your love is equally reciprocated?

he decides to offer you an answer today, even if you’d never even asked.

“stand here,” rindou grunts, standing you in front of the mirror and turning you to look into it. you furrow your brows, tilting your head to the side as he unbuttons his shirt, opening the top to reveal his toned chest. eyeing the exposed skin, you gulp.

“why’re you undressing in front of the mirror with me watching?” you mumble, and he rolls his eyes, shaking his head.

“stop being horny,” he grumbles.

“‘m not,” you pout, crossing your arms. “you’re the horny one, not me, rin. now what are you doing?” there’s a shine to his skin you notice from the distance, squinting through the mirror to get a better look, but he angles his body away so you can’t see.

“would you just listen?” he snaps, huffing. “close your eyes.”

“huh? why?” groaning, he rubs his face, looking at you with a tired expression. he doesn’t understand why you always insist on being so difficult—it’s a simple direction to follow, really, and he’s just trying to do something sweet for you.

“why don’t you listen to me and find out? you wanna hear it in a different language or something? close your eyes,” he demands, reaching over and pressing his hand over your face—albeit softly—to cover your line of sight. huffing, you close your eyes like he asks, instinctively grabbing his wrist and holding on.

“okay, okay. i closed them, you’re so pushy,” you mumble, and he purses his lips, staring at you for a moment. and for the longest time, he’s wondered why your penchant to talk back has always made him want to hear more of your voice instead of throw you across the room—though right now, he realizes he kind of wants to do both.

but more than anything, he wants to prove to you that he does love you, that it’s not an empty claim with no emotions to back it up. slowly, he removes the clear bandaging over the new tattoo inked on his skin, right on his collarbone as you shuffle impatiently for him to finish.

“no peeking,” he warns. “i’m serious.” groaning, you slump your shoulder, pout deepening that he knows you so well. he fights back a small grin, rolling his eyes at you.

“you’re taking so long,” you whine. it’s been thirty seconds at most—and you often have it in you to be one for theatrics, but he can’t really say he hates it. with one last tug, the bandage comes free, and rindou takes your hand and brings you into his chest.

“keep them closed,” he breathes, whispering the words against your forehead as he presses one, two, three kisses along your cheeks and jaw, stopping to nibble on your ear lightly. “i love you,” he says simply.

and it’s not fancy, it never really is, and it likely won’t often be, but it’s perfect no less. it’s raw, and unadulterated, and it’s rindou—and that’s exactly what you signed up for.

you smile against his chest, trailing a hand up and rubbing the smooth skin slowly, fingers tracing over the lines of his existing tattoo that you know by heart after all this time.

“i love you too,” you whisper. “is this all you’re gonna do? because you didn’t have to undress with me in front of the mirro—”

“you never stop talking, do you?” he mutters, but still, there’s a fondness in his voice that you couldn’t misplace even if you tried. and rindou’s not fond of too many things—he barely tolerates most of them, but he enjoys you. he basks in your presence, he drinks in the moments he steals with you, engraving them in the deepest crevices of his brain.

you’ve shoved your way into his life and you’ve made your mark, and he thinks it’s about time he shows you that.

“i’m gonna open my eyes without your permission if you keep being mean,” you warn, and he flicks your forehead, making you swat his hand away. the frown on your face tempts him to press a kiss to your lips.

instead, he tilts your head towards his collarbone.

“okay, open,” he finally says, and you don’t hesitate, opening your eyes and searching for whatever it could be he wants to show you. and you can’t miss it, not even if you’d wanted to.

in perfect, neat, simple writing, reads your name across his skin, inked freshly over his collarbone. your eyes widen, staring at the letters in disbelief as he smirks down at you slightly.

“is that…did you…you really got—”

“speechless, huh?” he smirks wider, and the expression makes you want to shove him away. and maybe you would, if it weren’t for his arms around your waist, keeping you firmly in place. “can never form a full sentence around me, can you?” he asks in a cocky voice.

“would you shut up for one second?” you spit, narrowing your eyes at him. “how are you gonna be so insufferable even when you’re trying to be romantic?”

“i’m already romantic,” he glares, flicking your forehead once more, and you move to bite his retreating fingers, making him stare at you in disbelief as you smile smugly at him. “i’m getting this covered up first thing tomorrow,” he grunts. giggling, you wrap your arms around his neck, and suddenly, your eyes go soft—and he hates to admit that he exhales shakily at the sight.

“what’s the occasion? this surprise, i mean,” you murmur. shrugging, he looks at your chin instead of your eyes—or maybe your lips, at this point you’re not entirely sure.

“wanted to show you i love your annoying ass. and that you’re mine,” he adds at the end, a little more emphasis at the statement, making your heart beat erratically. and you wonder if he’s ever noticed that increase in rhythm—because it’s all he’d need to know that his statement is true in all of its entirety.

“you…you tattooed my name on your chest so you could claim me as yours? that’s a little possessive…i love it,” you grin, poking his cheek. “that’s real sexy.”

“i do not want you or this anymore,” he says blankly. “i’m getting rid of it—” and suddenly, he’s cut off and being kissed. hard.

your hands gently cradle his face, pressing your lips hard onto his as you move impossibly closer into his embrace. and if you didn’t know by now that haitani rindou is utterly in love with you, enamored by your entire existence—you certainly do after this, and you hope he knows that the feelings are completely mutual.

“i love you,” you whisper, pulling away. “i love this, and i love you.” he grips your waist tightly.

“i love you too,” he mumbles.

“i know,” you nod, and the tiniest sliver of relief floods his chest. “you’re so obsessed with me, you got it written in bold,” you say with a wide grin. and if he didn’t love your stupid smile and your stupid voice so deeply, he’d hate the cockiness in your demeanor.

“never thought i’d regret a tattoo so soon,” he grumbles, rolling his eyes.

and this time, when your lips curl into a pretty little pout, he does kiss them, again and again and again—just so he’s sure you know the answer to the question you never had to ask.

this is for ris, always the y/n in my rindou stuff. here’s the tattoo you wanted him to get bae <3

Toshihiro Kawamoto Art Works - The Relucent 2006-2020 Art Book

cw. infidelity, revenge, violence. people get shot.

a/n. experimenting with emotion ig

the scent of another woman was strong on him again.

you wouldn’t bother confronting him. for what? for him to tell you you’re insane again? that you’re overreacting, over exaggerating, as if the marks on his neck were make believe. your hands tremble when you help him out of his clothes, throat tight when he sighs for you to fetch him his whiskey, thick index finger curling beneath the knot of his tie. wordlessly you oblige.

in fact, wordless you remained all night.

rindou would’ve been smart to think it odd. the purple marks on his neck stung amidst the cold air in the apartment, and the stinging on his broad back matched the pain. he was almost sure you’d go ballistic this time, a reaction he was searching for. desperate to seek out the devil hiding in his sweet, sweet girlfriend. surely you’re deranged too, yes? with your own little mr.hyde brooding beneath your pretty skin, aching for that last snap to crawl out and taint your darling features. he didn’t bother telling you he didn’t care for the women he fucked around with, it was better for you to think he did. it was better to manipulate your mind, allow yourself theories to poison and permeate, allow time to take its course. he was a patient man. he could wait for you.

but he wasn’t prepared for his effort to reward him.

it comes a few days later, your freshly done nails clattering lightly against the tupperware with his forgotten lunch tucked away in the plastic, lunch bag hanging on your arm with drinks and snacks since he’d been staying to the office longer these days as they had new investors to sort out. your flats softly hit against the floor, soft, flowery dress swaying as you walk, the edges brushing against the middle of your thighs. then, suddenly, you round the corner and you see him. him, along with his brother and bonten’s number three.

“how cute, she’s like a little housewife.”

ran smiles when you trot towards them and something about his tone has the tip of your ears burning, chin squaring off. mocking. is he mocking you? rindou flashes a lazy smirk, pulling his hands out his pockets.

“docile like one too. what a sweet girl.”

docile. is that what he thought you were? docile?

your soft smile steels and the men just barely have a second to notice before a door shuts, and clicking fills the hallway again. your eyes have a second to dart, quick enough to watch the light colored, red manicured hand curl around your boyfriend’s bicep and squeeze. your eyes dart again; up to his face to see the woman leaning in, red painted lips pressing against his cheek. dart again. purple irises blink dry at you, soft chuckle breathed out, the smirk on his face twitching. he doesn’t make a move to move her and suddenly your knuckles go white around the small container.

“rin-rin,” she breathes with a pout, big eyes blinking up at him dumbly. “you promised we’d have lunch together today.”

lunch?

rindou chuckles. “i know, dianna, but my girlfriend brought me food.”

suddenly it’s like you exist again. this girl, diana’s eyes finally trail over to you, and she has the audacity to widen, mouth dropping open in mock shock. “oh!” she’s barely holding back a giggle. “i didn’t know you had company.”

company.

her eyes trail over you and your skin sets on fire with the realization that she’s sizing you up. all the while all you can do is blink, awful, dreadful feeling of bile stuck in the back of your throat. blue eyes reach yours again and she offers a fake, sympathetic smile, the most innocent tone in her voice when she has the audacity to speak again.

“funny. i thought you said she was pretty.”

in your peripherals you can see her hand tighten around rin’s arm.

“she’s not?” rindou’s heart races, taking note of the turbulent look in your eyes. “i think she is.”

dianne chuckles, leaning in to him now. one breast pushes up against his arm, her head nestled onto his shoulder. “mm, well.” and she pauses, and you hope it’s because common sense took over for her, but no such luck. she gives you a tight, smug grin. “i think you can do better.”

your body moves as soon as the words register.

you knew rindou. if not from the inside out, from the outside in. you knew how he carried himself and what he carried on himself, so it took you no time to drop the container into rin’s hands, left hand ducking into his suit to collect the pistol that sat right on his hip every time he left home. it happens quickly, your thumbs moving instinctively, clicking off the safety while your fingers slot into position. you don’t give them a second to understand.

bang!

rindou blinks. there’s a scream. the grip on his arm tightens and releases, and when his head turns to his right he’s watching dianne clutch her arm in slow motion. the exclamations of shock from nearby doesn’t register to him, nor do the commands for him to move, do something, you just shot someone. he turns his head again and all what registers is a flash of light and the distinct sound of a pop. pain shoots up his leg, numbing pain he was acquainted to, but pain that makes him fall to his knees without a fight. then dark purple eyes are finally looking up at you, shocked haze clearing, the reality of you staring him directly in the face with a murderous glint in your eyes and a loaded pistol held between his.

your jaw ticks. you wish you could pull the trigger, but ran would be quick to return the favor- the only reason he hadn’t yet likely being from shock. you just shot two people. you, rindou haitani’s darling angel of a girlfriend, some cute little pushover he liked to fuck more than most. you shot two people. one being your boyfriend. and even now, blood pouring from his knees as he’s knelt before you, the red lipstick on his cheek seems brighter than the crimson pool staining your strappy flats.

for a second you wonder if a bullet to the cheek would do away with that nasty thing.

ran’s yelling at you to put the gun down, asking rindou if he’s alright; to just say the word abd you’d be over with. words rindou wouldn’t say, the purple-headed man far too infatuated with you at the moment. it’s the most loving he’s looked at you in weeks, admirable glint in his eyes that reminds you of worship. of course he’d like this. of course he’d like pissing you off. the thought pisses you off even more, and w the pistol is weighty in your hand.

you stare him down for a second, gun never lowering. in fact, your grip adjusts as you speak for the first time since you’d arrived.

“clean yourself up before you walk back in my house.” you pause, eyes falling to that forsaken mark again. “or i’ll send you to hell myself.”

it’s chilling, like dry ice settled underneath everyone’s skin. the look in your eyes is nothing shy of terrifying, and for a second, even ran falters. but rindou doesn’t think you’ve looked more beautiful.

the thought plagues his mind as you stalk off, his gun still in your hand when you disappear to the elevator and out of his sight. the pain in his leg is numbing, and he allows kakucho and ran to yell around him, dote until medical attention comes running. he can’t even listen to dianne anymore. he’d probably fire or kill her after this, depending on how annoyed he was when he saw her again. he couldn’t care about anything else except you. except his victory over you.

finally, you broke. and he was eager to break you again.

yes thank you very much

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ʚ CHARACTERS ɞ — i think everyone . . ?

ʚ CW ɞ — graphic descriptions of cock <3

ʚ NOTE ɞ — lol gore later <3 pls I can’t write hakkai idk why

chifuyu stunning cock. pretty, leaky ‘n uncut. his cock is so fat and big and it splits you in half. it’s a shower too <3 pretty cockprint through his sweats, can see when his cock gets hard ‘n starts oozing precum. tastes good bc it’s chifuyu. well groomed, rlly light blond happy trail that just about reaches his belly button.

koko pretty, pretty, pretty. 4 inches, circumcised, just the right girth <3 curves upwards ‘n it’s a little bronze from base to tip, def a grower. he’s waxed. like smooth. tastes salty ‘n somehow a little sweet, probably takes such good care of himself.

sanzu is hung. runs in the family. depends on the day whether he’s feelin’ shaving or not. usually it’s not too well groomed but his hair is so light. pretty ‘n flushed pink all the way through, a single vein running along the underside and curves to the left, it’s so big ‘n long, a little skinny but he’ll be tickling ur cervix ❤️

takeomi HUNG. HUGE HORSE COCK. GIGANTIC. uncut, big, fat, long cock. shower and a grower. he literally gets even bigger than he already is. breeder balls. he’s not very sensitive, can go multiple rounds ‘n he’s well groomed too <3

hakkai omg it’s so big and pretty. waxed clean. but he doesn’t use it. gay.

izana… ‘s hairy. happy trail is so noticeable. pretty cock. bronze head, the tip is so fat ‘n bulbous barely fits inside of you. hairy but well groomed <3 sweet cum. he tastes so nice especially for u <3 big balls. cock kind of goes to the right.

kakucho is so big. like it’s fucking huge and heavy. his cock is so heavy, he needs you to carry it. take the weight off his back. his balls are huge ‘n ready to burst, can go multiple rounds within like minutes and his pubes aren’t all up in ur mouth <3 perfect. foreplay game is immaculate, strokes literally so accurate. 10/10

kazutora. PRETTY. PRETTIEST DICK ON THE LIST. CUTE LITTLE BALLS. THEY’RE ROUND ‘N ADORABLE. like IK balls aren’t cute but trust me on this guys 😭 they are like cute. like perfectly round ‘n a little pale ‘n sensitive please suck and kiss them. pretty cock. bends to the right and is 5 inches. a grower. cums in ribbons. everything about him is pretty. petshop kazutora is waxed clean down to his asshole, bad toman tora has a patch of hair ‘n a lil happy trail.

baji grower and shower too. like… it just gets bigger ‘n bigger on your tongue. impossibly big. big balls. fat cock. grows thicker from tip to base, like tapers. curves upwards for your pleasure. veiny. so hairy? kind of disgusting bc u get pubes in ur mouth </3 pls invest in manscaping tools for him :( cums buckets. tastes kind of disgusting.

benkei no… like 😭😭😭 it’s big. shower. there is no way in hell he can hide it. like. everyone knows it’s big. big ass balls, minimal hair bc he knows it’s annoying to get pubes on ur tongue </3 fat ‘n heavy, uncut. just. like. huge. was a virgin for quite a long time bc no one could take it :(

draken so nice. long and thick. not too thick. just right. enough to make you feel the stretch but never enough to hurt you :( cum consistency is like thick ‘n a little slimy. in a good way. could be mistaken as lipgloss tbh. balls are big. hair is there but trimmed. he knows how to manscape ❤️

mikey cute cock <3 like it’s 4 inches but fat. fat ‘n leaky. sensitive cock, pink tip and it’s velvety soft, feels so nice on your tongue. disgusting tasting cum. actual shit. i recommend getting him a dietician. pretty balls like kazutora <3 cute lil seam that runs up along them.

smiley has a good cock. just right. not too big not too small. thick in all the right places ‘n he can go on and on and on forever. decent balls. cum tastes salty to the point where it’s a little scary, but it’s bearable. his cum leaks from the tip, drips down his shaft and balls and is overall a very pretty cock. curly pubes.

angry bigger cock than his twin. a little fatter, takes such well care of it, dedicated to manscaping. cute happy trail, blushes when you kiss up along it. flushed tip ‘n the base and balls are a little darker. cums in spurts, hurried and frequent ones, so messy and cute.

peh it’s just. like long and a little thick. thrusts are very messy in a good way. big, hanging balls <3 literally slapping up ur ass with those things. sloppy. cum leaks out. bronzed shaft and tip. probably doesn’t … grow a lot of pubes? idk

naoto definition of like perfect. it’s just perfect? like you take it and feel so fulfilled and happy afterwards. his cum leaks out, easy to control not messy, the clean up is never hard. manscapes so well <3 deserves cock kisses ‘n his balls sucked <3

ran LONG. his cock is lanky too. leaky, purply head and it’s s sensitive? the slightest touch and there’s a wet patch in his briefs. oh my god he’s a shower. dickprint is so fucking hot? always visible. he’s not ashamed about it. ran is so… he cares about himself so he always looks pretty down there <3

rindou shorter than ran but it’s so fat. fat ‘n sensitive. breeder balls that deserve to be milked dry. cums so much. please it’s just everywhere. his cum tastes good. darker, tanned shaft ‘n tip. so big ‘n fat. it gives u a pleasurable ache in ur jaw <3

inui… omg hands down him ‘n tora cutest, prettiest cocks. a little bigger than tora, doesn’t curve, hits his stomach ‘n it’s just so pretty? like a golden ratio dick. pretty balls :( so cute. would suck them. give him cock hickeys. he adores that. worship his pretty cock. cum leaks out from the slit, dribbles down his shaft ‘n looks all pearly and pretty. literally out a porno.

shinichiro fat cock. fat heavy cock that made him a virgin. soooo sensitive. patch of dark hair ‘n as he grows older a little happy trail develops. big ass balls omg. they’re so heavy. literally they weigh a tonne each. curves upwards and it’s so smooth? barely any veins.

hanma so long. to match his gangly ass limbs he needs a big, long cock to match !! not the pretttiest but that’s ok he’s so hot ‘n he knows how to use it so well. pull out game is revolting. he’s not even trying, he won’t pull out full stop, cuz it feels too good. balls are not big :( kinda skinny but the length compensates for that <3 cum tastes like battery acid holy shit.

taiju is soooooo big. big nose big cock. big feet bigger cock. third leg but literally. does he have blue pubes? yes. but his cock is so big ‘n heavy it stretches you so well. cums buckets and buckets and buckets, spills out of his cock until it kinda tapers off to a little leak ‘n every little last drop is in your pussy <3 veiny.

mitsuya a little on the smaller side <3 pretty cock like tora n nui. curves to the right ‘n a little up. cum is such good consistency. like thick but a little watery so it’s not gloopy. tastes good, you would willingly swallow it. nice balls, overall just a decent cock? like no complaints.

takemichi fat virgin cock. common theme in virgins is fat cock. uhh leaky, sensitive, so leaky tho he just leaks through his briefs the second he sees something mildly sexual. easily cums. a single pump and there’s cum spurting all over his hand.

kisaki ‘s fat. that’s it.

wakasa PRETTY. NOT TOO THICK? KINDA THINNER ‘N SHORTER BUT IT FEELS GOOD. perfect cock too. just. so pretty, not a lot of hair, light happy trail. veiny cock. so veiny. the harder it gets the more veins. 6 inches give or take. knows just how to use it to get u squirting <3 also curves up.

muto fat cock. idk he’s hot with a huge cock ☹️

TRUE TRUE

just imagining keizos big ass gigantic hands had me on the floor mouth foaming

ok but your keizo post had me all soft and needy

this was me in the part where he carries us to the couch for real

it's just so so so good

thank u so much for posting it !! it's amazing

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No cause same I— what is this feeling I’m having for him? Is he… my soulmate? Cause good God.

When I was reading it to check on the grammar and stuff and he slowly crouch to put his hands in the back of our thighs to lift us i was like:

“This what we doing now? 👀”