Rin Doesnt Want Something Casual

rin doesnt want something casual

casual

just the word irks him, hes never done anything casually in his entire life

he pursues you because the blood nearly stops flowing to his heart when he first sees you, because the shape of you is an outline he wants to touch and trace so badly its got his palms itching, and because hes been pining for victorious matches for forever yet hes never wanted something as bad as hes wants you

a single kiss, date, or fuck, its not enough he needs to crawl into your skin and make a home there

im not ""projecting"". the character is the exact same person as me. sorry you just dont know them like i do.

discord mod rindou is actually so SO good idc idc if i walked in his room and i see 3 monitors and neon lights im sitting right on his lap as hes playing valorant <3

maybe if someone wore a little heart pendant with my picture in it id be fixed

i dont care if hes a crazy murderer he literally pouts if he doesnt get his hello kiss

yoshida is a freak

initially hes unnerving, makes you feel uneasy

youve told him plenty of times youre just friends he cant just lean in for rough bites of kisses or let icy, cruel, hands brush so closely to your ass, and for a while he listens, understands maybe he needs to play with food a little before he devours it

so he lets you have your fun, partaking in a handful of uneventuful relationships. because he needs you to need him. and eventually you do. after every bump in the uneven ground that is your narrow array of suitors youre at his door, welcomed in before listening to his soft coos at your ear like a thick warm syrup

sweetheart, youre in the right

how could he say that?

you deserve so much better

oh come here, ive got you

and doesnt he? hes proding you with a fork like the finest cut of meat he believes you are but every hair of yours he tucks away from your tear stricken face, gentle kiss he places on the crown of your head, and comforting carress to your skin has you feeling more than youve felt at all lately

and you dont see the venmous glint in his eye when he hears the doorbell and knows it means theres a issue in your endeavors. you dont see the hospital bills for the past suitors hes sent there, bloody, broken, bandaged. you dont see him hidden behind corridors as you foolishly entertain these boys nor do you see the nightly inner workings of his corrupted brain conjuring up pretty images of you clinging to him, the concept of your whines paired with dewy tears making his cock flushed, red, angry

so you sniffle, lean up, and press your plush lips to his, hungry hands immediately traveling down to hold your hips in a deathly grip, while he lets out a content sigh against your mouth that cant be anything else but a desperate affirmation of victory

he can finally devour