Prisonguard!jjkmen X Prisoner!reader Slight Suggestiveness + Gn!reader

prisonguard!jjkmen X prisoner!reader ★ slight suggestiveness + gn!reader

prisonguard!satoru who shamelessly makes out with you, unbothered by the agape mouths of the prisoners in the surrounding cells. he shoots them a menacing glare, silently threatening them to keep their tongues locked in their mouths if they know what's best for them. he then gently pulls your curious (and slightly aroused) face closer to his, until your cheeks pressed against the cold metal of the iron bars. despite the barrier, he was able to capture your sweet lips fervently, slightly nibbling on the soft, addictive flesh.

prisonguard!nanami who openly delivers the warmest meals and the comfiest clothes directly to your cell, ignoring the envious gazes of covetous prisoners who were painfully aware of the privileges you had, that they lacked. the other guards held him in high regard due to his intimidating reputation, so when they caught him hauling a thick mattress, coupled with a fluffy pillow and blanket, slung effortlessly over his broad shoulder just for you, they immediately casted you in a new light— surely you were wronged, right?

prisonguard!sukuna who plays a dangerous game, sneaking into your cell late at night in a vulgarly obtrusive manner, as if he held no interest in the possibility of rousing all the vile convicts from their deep slumber. he settles himself homely on the edge of the wooden plank you called your ‘bed’, and while you couldn’t see his face properly due to the dimmed lighting, you can practically feel the smirk forming on his lips as he pulls you onto his lap, whispering temptations laced with a certain bittersweetness, promising that he’ll get you out of here one day—but not yet. he still wants to use you.

prisonguard!toji who couldn't care less about concealing his painfully obvious favoritism towards you. while he cruelly forces the inmates to do all the labour, having them sweep the dirty floors of the institution, scrub the filthy metal toilets of each cell, and handle the reeking laundry, you were innocently seated on his spread lap, in his office. you giggle softly as he plants kisses with blatant intentions on your hair, trailing down to your nape, all while you flip through the brand-new magazine he had bought exclusively for you.

prisonguard!choso whose careful footsteps echo down the walkway early in the morning, drawing closer to your cell as he does every single day. he enters quietly, a smile spreading across his face when he sees you waiting for him on the edge of your dented bed, wide awake, with the scalpel he had gifted you resting lightly in your grip. you quickly stand and move to the cement wall where dates, names, and vulgarity were carved. sighing happily, you feel him standing behind you, his chest pressing against your back. he gently guides your hand with the scalpel to the wall, slowly chipping away at the concrete to write a number. three. you glance back at him with a smirk, which he responds with a ticklish pinch on the plush of your waist. three more days till he gets you the fuck out of here.

prisonguard!suguru who flashes you one of his notorious smiles, your eyes immediately drawn to the prison guard’s uniform hanging from his arm, then to the scarlet-tinted baton he held carelessly in his other hand. your lips curl upwards into a grin of delight, laughing as you fathom the fact that he actually followed through on his promise. you quickly loop your arms around his neck, kissing him softly, before taking the slightly oversized uniform and dressing up while no one, prisoner or guard, was watching. after you were finished, he walked confidently down the hallway with you by his side. no guard bothered to question the unfamiliar face beside him. he didn’t even have to use the excuse of patrol duty. ultimately, he was able to successfully orchestrate your escape. but not to worry, he has you safely and comfortably hidden in his apartment after a search for you was later launched that day.

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Aranara cosplay! (Feat. friendship party)

promises, promises and more promises

Rindou Haitani x Reader

Rindou doesn't understand why you stay with him

Rindou stands frozen in the doorway of your shared-penthouse with his eyes blown wide in shock as you grip his shoulders for support and tiptoe to kiss him; once on his cheek, then his nose before finally, flat on his lips. You walk back to where you came from, leaving him standing there with a face so embarrassingly flushed red that no one would believe the two of you have been married for two years-- going on three years this spring. He touches his cheek, as if still in shock that you kissed him, that you're his; the rings that you both wear and your wedding photos that you refuse to take off the wall, proof enough.

He blinks and hisses, shakes his leg when his mind registers the sudden stinging pain by his ankle. You come running towards him, again, with your arms outstretched in some sort of a greeting, to which Rindou opens his arms too in welcoming. However, much to his dismay, you drop to your knees once you near him and for a moment something pregnant with lust and amusement flickers of his face and he thinks, oh? that type of greeting. You seem to be full of surprises today because there is no greeting, he realizes once he looks down and sees you scooping up a small, white kitten.

Ah, he hears himself say, that makes much more sense. Four, maybe five, seconds pass, consisting only of you staring up at him cluelessly and the soft purring of the kitten that he assumes is in protest of the affection that he is yet to give it. Rindou makes no move to pet the cat because one, you don't own a cat, at least, not since he last saw you this morning when you kissed him good luck (and good bye) before he left for work. And two, he has already had a bad start with cats, he has never been very fond of them since that one time when he was merely eight and a stray cat ate his goldfish. Still, he extends his hand towards the white ball of fur because if it's for you, he'll do anything just once.

The laugh you let out when the cat (that you're yet to name because you honestly, weren't sure if Rin would let you keep it) bears it's teeth at your now seemingly coward husband, is ridiculously loud and filled with too much joy (or so Rindou thinks), causing him to quickly pull his hand away and shoot you a glare that is both stern but filled with love. Because this is you we're talking about, his very very pretty wife that he would flip the world over for. "It's ok Rin, you don't need to play with him," you say lightheartedly. He hasn't told you to get rid of it so no, there is no need for you to pick a fight with him, even though, deep down, you know that if he said he didn't want it you'd probably, most definitely, take it back to the pet shop.

You kiss his cheek before walking off into the kitchen where he can see you've already set the table and plated the food, which once he gets closer, he realizes is now cold. So perhaps, he's kept you waiting. It makes his heart sink. He doesn't realize you've dropped the cat until he sees it circling his leg, he suddenly becomes stiff and rigid, the fear that the small, little animal will somehow hurt him resurfaces in his mind. "Did you wait long?" he mumbles, a small frown playing onto his lips while you tug him towards the table. You shake your head and his frown deepens. You'd never say yes because you've just always been like that: too nice and too sweet to him, the type of wife to hold back your tears on nights when he comes home bruised and bloodied.

He remembers that night, not too long ago, when he came home soaked with bright red, painting your newly bought rug red with his own blood (not the blood of people he's killed, like usual). The image of you leaning over the tub to stitch the shallow gash in his chest while you struggled to not run to the toilet and vomit, as well as burst into tears, haunts him. Yet, he comes home every day to you running to kiss him at the door and he's surprised each time that the penthouse isn't empty-- that you haven't left.

"Rin? Are you listening?" you beckon, waving your had in front his face. He blinks, slowly, before nodding and picking up his chopsticks to eat. Now, he actually does listen to you as you tell him about the blue bird that flew into the house this morning, not too long after he left, and about the jellyfish you saw on tv that reminded you of his hair-- at this, he laughs because you, only you, are allowed to make fun of his hair. You wave your hand across his face again and he realizes he's been mindlessly staring at you but now, when he tries to refocus on what he was looking at, he can't remember.

Sorry, I'm sorry, he whispers against your skin before kissing the diamond on your wedding ring. You remember scolding him for how much it cost when he proposed to you, he only laughed and slid it onto your finger, mumbling something about but it's what you deserve. You have no idea what he's apologizing for (you think, he doesn't know either) but you smile at him like a silly little girl because your big bad, gangster of a husband is kissing your knuckles, one by one.

Thinking about suna in college who is such a loser. He always gets picked on by the jocks, the popular girls being rude to him calling him a weirdo :((

He was a little nervous once he found out that he would be having you as a partner for a project, he didn’t understand why you were being so nice to him too. He expected you to be like the other girls who call him mean names and give him a disgust look.

But later he did find out that the only reason you were being nice to him is because you wanted him to do all the work. You wanted him to do the project by himself so you could go out shopping or do whatever you do.

And in exchange, you would take his virginity.

When you had told suna that he was absolutely stunned. He had no clue what to respond with at all. But you responded for him. Bringing him into a messy kiss.

Suna hesitantly kissed you back, shakily putting his hands on your waist as the kiss gets more heated. Suna kisses you desperately and grips onto your waist harder as he slightly humps into your clothed pussy.

You pulled away from the kiss with a hum, "Soo l take that as a yes?" Suna had nodded his head, unable to find the words to respond with at the moment.

He watched as you got off his lap and sunk to the floor under his table, slowly pulling off his shorts and his underwear.

His breath hitched when you cupped his hard cock, you also gasped slightly at how big he was, none of the guys you ever messed with was this big, and it had you turned on, thighs squishing together to prevent the aching between your legs

You spit in your hand to use it as some type of lube and started stroking his cock, pumping him just the right pace which had suna humping into your hand.

"Mmm you look so cute rinnie. And you're soo big around my hand." You whined out, laying your head on his thigh looking up at him, your hand still pumping him.

"F-fuck.. y/n i'm cummin' keep doing that.. yea, s-shit!" Rin grunted out, bucking his hips into your hand, his cum spilling out and falling all over your hand.

You pumped him slowly a few more times and removed your hands from his cock, his sticky cum all over your fingers.

Suna had made eye contact with you as you sucked on your fingers, licking his cum clean. Suna had mentally screamed in his head, he watched as you got up from between his legs and bring him into a kiss.

He deepened it, grabbing the back of your head, and he could faintly taste himself on your tongue. You pulled away with a smirk on your face, making eye contact with rin as you slip of your skirt along with your panties.

He helped you straddle his lap yet again and hissed as you gliding his tip along your soaking entrance, he gasped at the feeling of your warm wall sinking onto him, gripping your hips tightly that would definitely leave a mark.

As you adjust to his size, you started to bounce up and down on him, moaning and crying as fat cock starts to hit that spot inside of you continuously.

And suna? god was he a goner. He couldn’t stop bucking up into you, already sensitive from his previous orgasm. So he just whined and fucked into you, pushing his cock deep into your gushing pussy that had you seeing fucking stars.

is it just me?

itoshi rin is tormented by the lingering ghosts of your tragic breakup. he is cold and he lives with the burden of missing you. he wonders if you are hurting too, or is it just him?

pairing : itoshi rin x reader

content : hurt and comfort. exes to lovers. messy breakup. accusations of cheating (no actual cheating). insecurities. mentions of alcohol. cursing.

it’s one in the morning and rin is surrounded by his friends and acquaintances but still, he feels cold. even with the alcohol in his system that he drank to purposely warm him, it’s cold.

it has been this way for nearly a year now. eleven months and a couple weeks, if anyone is counting. a few days more and it would be the anniversary of your breakup.

the nearer it gets to twelve months without you, the colder it gets. right now, even with the perfectly working heater in one of his teammate’s penthouse, rin shivers.

it’s cold.

he never thought it could be this cold.

rin knows why he feels like this. he knows exactly why he wakes up and goes to bed alone. the reason why his life is dull and empty is not a secret to him—he just won’t acknowledge it.

he refuses to admit to himself that the reason why he has been suffering for the past eleven months of his life is because you’re not here.

how could he admit it? how could he ever address that your absence it what causes his pitiful state, when he brought it upon himself.

it was his fault that you’re not here. he wanted this. well, he had thought that he wanted this.

there is no way he could welcome the thought that he misses you when he was the one who drove you away, right? there is no use.

it’s too late now. all he could do is go out with his teammates on nights like this and pretend as if he wasn’t freezing from the inside out.

“damn, this is so boring,” seishiro sits down beside him on the sofa and rin tenses at the presence of the white-haired boy.

he does not know what to do because among everyone else in this crowded room, you are most connected to nagi seishiro. your best friend. and he has long been your best friend before you and rin even got together.

how is rin supposed to act around the person who is still in your life while he himself isn’t? this man seated next to him knows where you are right now and what you have been doing, while rin has absolutely no idea how you are.

“didn’t think i’d see you here, itoshi,” nagi speaks again. rin hums in acknowledgment, “thought it wouldn’t be so bad to come.”

there is this unspoken understanding between them, that both of them are thinking about you. after all, aside from soccer, all they have in common is their connection to you.

nagi debates whether he should tell you that he saw rin tonight or keep it to himself so as to not instigate negative feelings from you.

rin wonders if he should start asking about you. he decides against it and pretended to busy himself with his cellphone to avoid further conversation with your best friend.

he convinces himself that he does not care. he acts like he doesn’t want to know how you are. he tries to make himself believe that as long as he can fake it, it will somehow be true.

jokes on him, really.

meguru approaches nagi next to him and rin is planning to ignore him like he usually does, but the words that comes out of meguru’s mouth made that utterly impossible.

“nagi! i saw y/n by the bookstore earlier this afternoon, didn’t you ask her to come? i invited her but she said you didn’t mention anythin’ about a party!”

the mere mention of your name makes rin’s heart stop. it has been a very long time since he heard someone mention your name casually around him. now that your name has been dropped, everything comes crashing down on him, and he cannot breathe.

“oh, damn, i’m sorry—“ bachira seems to notice his mistake upon not seeing rin next to nagi. they know not to carelessly throw your name around because at first, it affected his performance. now, it is apparent that you affect him in and out of the game.

“excuse me.”

rin is cold. it’s like ice is running through his veins as he stands up and rushes to leave the suffocating penthouse.

rin runs out to the street and for the first time since he lost you, he names the sinking feeling in his stomach that won’t go away.

for the first time since you walked out the door of your shared apartment, rin finally admits it.

he misses you.

he is longing for you like how the moon misses the sun but never meets it enough. it burns and it is freezing all at the same time because when you were here, he felt nothing but the assurance of your love.

he runs, and runs, and runs. it’s dark and it’s cold, but he runs. he runs in hopes that he could change the past. he runs with the burning desire to correct his faults and take back all the hurt he inflicted on you.

maybe then, you’d be here.

maybe then, it wouldn’t be so cold.

“are you seriously accusing me of that, rin? are you hearing yourself right now?” the hurt was evident in your tone as you watched the love of your life with all of his guards up.

his glares were accusing as if what he saw was an unforgivable betrayal. he had seen you talking to his brother, sae, and rin was quick to act out of pure rage and jealousy.

“you were flirting with my fucking brother!” he spat out, and he knew it was irrational.

he knew he was wrong about and that you would never be able to do that to him, but his years of pent up frustration and hatred towards his brother made it impossible to remember his trust in you.

“and i already told you i wasn’t, rin. i was talking to him. i bumped into him at the coffee shop while i was getting your usual morning drink when he saw me and i sat down for a little chat! that was all, baby. believe me.”

you deserved an award with how well you held up, with how patient you were with him despite his hurtful accusations towards you.

no one else understood him like you did, and you knew to be more patient with him in times like these. you were aware of how his brother affected him and how he just needed someone to stick with him through it.

“well, fuck that! you shouldn’t have been with him in the first place! sae wants everything that i have and now, he’s tryna get you too!”

it almost made you flinch, with his tone rising and his voice getting louder. he is furious, and you try to disregard the sting of his words now that his fury is directed at you.

“i’m sorry, alright? it wasn’t my intention to hurt you, rin. he’s your brother and i thought it would be nice to ask him how he is and—“

rin cut you off like he couldn’t comprehend a word that you were saying. “that’s bullshit and you know it! just fuckin’ tell me the truth! that like everyone and everything else, you’re gonna leave me for him!”

it frustrated you that he blocked all your explanations out. you were growing weary with the accusations thrown at you, but you continued. you continued to reason with him because you knew him. you knew he needed someone to stay. and above all, you tried further because you were in love with him.

you loved rin three years before you finally got together. your two years together made that five. that was five years of your life being deeply in love with someone whom you thought was going to be your husband and the father of your kids.

that amount of time may not be much when viewed through the generations of people who loved each other, but for the both of you, those five years were enough to build a life and create an ideal future with the other.

so, yeah. it never occurred to you to give up in that argument. there was no chance in hell that you would leave him high and dry.

“it’s not like that, rin. i am never going to leave you for anyone, much less for your brother! i need you to listen to me! we talked! that’s it!”

“you’re lying to me. i know it.”

you shake your head in exhaustion. “i talk, and i talk, and i talk—and you don’t hear a thing.” a lone tear falls from your eye without realizing.

his sharp stare does not falter. all he could see was red. the scene of you and sae together replayed over and over again in his mind.

you, the person he loved most, with the person who took everything away from him. it killed him to imagine a future where it is not you and him, but you and sae.

“i’m in love with you. only you. i cannot see myself with anyone else and i thought you knew that, rin. i get that your brother strikes a vein in you but don’t i at least deserve to be heard? we’re better than this.”

“yeah? and i thought you’d be better than acquainting with sae like that. you knew how i felt about him, and you did this? fuck that.”

rin walked out on you that night without another word. it felt like he also walked out on your relationship because he started training more. this meant leaving before you even woke up and going home when you were fast asleep.

during those weeks when rin avoided you like the plague despite living under one roof, you felt completely alone and isolated. you were lonely. he spoke to you in words, and he treated you as if your encounter with sae was enough for him to give it all up.

until one day, he comes home to a living room full of bags and boxes. you were there, waiting for him with a tired smile on your face.

for the first time, rin realized that the black circles under your eyes have grown where they weren’t before. he noticed that you are all cried out and now, you’ve got no tears to shed as you leave him.

“w-what’s all this?”

“i’m leaving. i’m sorry for not getting out of your hair faster. it was really hard to look for another apartment that was within my budget but don’t worry, i figured it out.”

“leaving? leaving me? leaving… this house?” which one is it? or fuck, is it both?

“mhm. i f-figured it’s not healthy for us to live under the same roof after everything. i wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable in your own space just because i’m here, so…”

did you really think he wanted you to leave? he wanted to explain. he wanted to tell you that he only acted that way because he was hurt and he was guilty! you don’t have to leave!

but he’s frozen from where he stood. the sight of all your stuff packed up and ready to go was a little bit too much for him.

you stood from where you were seated among the bags and boxes, and you stop in front of him. again, you smile gracefully, in contrast to the breaking heart that almost killed you.

“and rin? i’m sorry again for what happened with sae. i should’ve known better than to do that to you, and i understand that you don’t want to do anything with me because of that.”

he shook his head but you missed it because you walked past him with some of your bags in your hand. “y/n, no. i—“

you hear it and for a moment, you delude yourself into thinking that he will ask you to stay. but he doesn’t continue.

he stops because how could he ask you to stay after how he treated you? it was his fault for not listening and in the end, it was you who apologized? in what fucking universe do i deserve this angel, huh?

he doesn’t stop you from leaving because in that very moment, the thought of you finally escaping from him and his hurtful treatment towards you didn’t seem so bad.

“so, i guess… i’ll see you around. nagi will be around to grab my remaining stuff, so try not to kill each other, yeah?” you try to play it off cool, mask the fact that inside, everything is falling apart.

rin nods but he stayed with his back facing you. until the end, he did not have the guts to face you. to face what he had done to you and your relationship.

suddenly, everything grew cold. everything lost their color. the empty corners of where your warmth used to be mocked him.

for nearly a year since then, he has lived and suffered with the mistakes he did. he didn’t know what to tell people when they started asking about you. he didn’t know how to ride the train without holding your hand. he didn’t know how to be soaked in the shower without letting his tears flow freely.

he wondered endlessly as he daydreamed of speaking to you again: are you hurting too, or is it just me?

his endless running brings him to your street where you moved when you left him. his feet takes him farther than he expected because this street is on the opposite part of town from your shared apartment, a telltale sign that you tried to get as far away as possible.

evidently, it is not far enough because on your way home from the convenience store, you run into your ex-boyfriend. rin is first to notice your presence, and instead of freezing up like he did when you left, he walks up to you.

“rin?” you are confused and nervous. after all, the last time you had seen him was almost a year ago. you never tried to see him again.

“it hurts.”

the two words he just confessed are two words that he has never said together in a sentence ever in his life. itoshi rin never admits it when something is hurting him. he never tells anyone when he is in pain.

for him to say that now, it is a cry for you to soothe him in a way that only you could, and you know this because you know him better than the back of your hand.

standing a meter away from you underneath a street lamp, itoshi rin confesses his truth.

“it hurts, y/n. it hurts without you. it feels like i can’t breathe. it is so cold without you. it hurts so badly. i thought i could live with it eventually—but i can’t. it only gets worse.”

rin sees your shoulders shake in your attempt to conceal your sobs but you are failing miserably, and so does he. you don’t say anything and rin figures that’s fair.

you already tried to talk. you already told him everything you needed to hear on the night of the fight that ruined your relationship. it’s his turn to tell you everything you deserve to hear.

but he isn’t as good as you when it comes to words. he thinks about how he accused you of cheating on him. he thinks about how he shut you out and left you feeling lonely. he thinks about every day that he could have chased after you but didn’t. he thinks about all of that and he thinks about how he’s sorry.

and he manages to get that last part out, hoping that you would get it. hoping that the deep-rooted connection between the two of you is enough to let you know what he means.

“i’m sorry.”

you drop your groceries to the ground and you close the meter of distance between the two of you. you welcome him in his arms but he wraps his arms around you tighter than you welcomed him, because he is afraid that if he doesn’t, he will lose you again.

“that is all i needed to hear from you, rin. i never wanted much from you. just you and your love. i just needed to know that you still felt that for me, and when i didn’t… i had no other choice to walk away.”

rin nods against your neck and you feel his tears staining your shoulder. “i’m sorry. forgive me, please. i love you. i love you. and i trust you. more than anyone, baby. i promise.”

“you know i could never hurt you like you thought i did—“ you recalled, but rin cuts you off because he can’t bear another second of you defending yourself when you shouldn’t be.

“i know. i know.”

his embrace around you tightens, and he does not care if anyone could look out from their windows and see the soccer star practically begging for you in the middle of the night. not when he is in your arms again after months of only dreaming about it and wishing for it.

“it hurt too much without you too, rin. i had to remind myself that i can’t run to you for warmth. i took everything in me not to throw away my dignity to beg you to bring me back.”

that answers his question.

in his absence, you were hurting too. your separation killed you just like how it killed him.

“no. no—don’t have to beg for it, baby. i should be on my knees to thank you for even taking me back like this because—shit—i swear that i wouldn’t have lasted another day.”

you run your hands through his hair before briefly pulling away to cup his cheek in your hands, and he fondly leans on your touch.

“for the entire year, i thought it was just me who longed for you, rin.”

you couldn’t be any more wrong.

“i begged the stars and the skies for this very moment. it wasn’t just you.”

𝐈 𝐀𝐃♡𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔!

[ ❤︎ ] - 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈

ଓ ◠ 𝐂𝐖: simpy rindou, jealousy & possessiveness, some mean rin, slut shaming, oral sex, mention of creampies, degradation, praise, a lil romance

based off of ♡!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: nsfw content ahead! minors dni!

“who wants a bitch that’s already been stretched out by everybody?”

rindou haitani does. he wants you so fucking badly that it hurts. he wants you to warm his bed while he basks in your presence as long as he can. your smell, your voice, your touch — he wants to absolutely drown in it until the only thing on his mind is you.

but he can’t.

he has a reputation to maintain in the kanto manji gang as the younger of the ruthless and charismatic haitani brothers. what would it look like if he was allowing himself to be affectionate in public with someone his comrades deemed as a whore? it was absolutely unacceptable. instead, he’d rather make it seem like he was completely uninterested in the one thing he was obsessed with at night. every once in a while he’ll throw a degrading comment your way to keep up the act — nothing too mean.

but those few times where his brother has you perched in his lap with his hands under your skirt? those mild comments will ramp up in their brutality. insults will range from “whore”, “dumb slut”, and “skank” to “stupid fucking cockwhore” and “useless piece of meat”. he knows they hurt your feelings but he can’t stop the venom from coming out. seeing his older brother touch something he loved liked so much just sets him off in the worst way.

you never mind, though. you know that despite how badly he treats you outside he’ll always be in your arms at the end of the day. once the sun sets, he’s crawling up to your door to give you his apologies — pulling you into his chest to nose into your hair. he’s so much softer in the comfort of your room than around other people. it’s almost cute how he nudges you towards your bed to gently lay you down on it — his excitement betrayed by the slight shake in his hand. it’s the same thing every night and you could never have it any other way.

his favorite way to apologize is by burying his head between your legs until he can’t breathe. that tongue he used to humiliate you now being used to bring you the most euphoric pleasure. eating your cunt until he’s dizzy is the least he could do to make up for how mean he is on a daily basis.

sneaking around with rindou is just part of your routine. mostly, his favorite place to fuck you is in your bedroom. it’s a lot easier to take you there — none of the guys would be able to guess that it was him stretching you out. i mean, you’re fucking the entire upper command of KMG. the only one that they would least suspect to be worshipping your pussy is rindou. there are moments where he can’t help himself, though, and he can’t wait long enough to get to the room.

did you wear that pleated skirt that drives him crazy? he’s pushing you into the nearest bathroom to shove his head up under it. did you sit on shion’s lap for too long? hope you like having a vibrator taped to your clit for hours on end. did you turn your nose up at his mean comments in front of the other members? he’s texting you to come outside and dragging you into his car to stuff you full of his seed.

every once in a while you’ll find a gift sitting on your bed — always from the same suspected person. you know it’s him judging by the handwriting on the card left with the present. the gifts are inconspicuous, as usual. a bracelet, some hairpins, earrings — your personal favorite being the necklace with a heart shaped pendant. you’ve made it a point to wear it every single day when you’re around the base. it inflates rindou’s ego to know that when another guy is stuffing you full, you refuse to take off the necklace he had specially made for you.

you’re his special, secret girl and he absolutely adores you.

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