thirty-one

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[not very sure about Rindou's actual height but I think I saw somewhere on tiktok that he's 5'11" or smthn so we'll stick w/ that hehehe btw Hana's 5'5" here so 😏 and smut warning btw]










"Where are we going?" Hana asked as he continued to drag her by the hand, his grip tightening against her wrist. "Rindou. You're hurting me." She scolded, her expression as puzzled as ever. But he stayed silent, not a word coming out of his mouth. Hana winced as she saw her hand turning into a faint shade of purple. She could fell her hand going numb.



"Rindou." She called out, tapping on his shoulder. But he paid no heed. "Rin. You're hurting me." She repeated, her eyes slightly moistening. If there's something she disliked most in the world aside from being cheated on, it was being ignored. At that moment, she felt disregarded. "Haitani Rindou." She said in a stern voice. He stopped in his tracks, still not looking at her.



"You're going home." He replied coldly, continuing in his tracks. Hana's frown grew bigger as she let herself get dragged home by Rindou. He didn't stop for even a second, opening the door and walking inside the house as if he owned it. Fortunately, her mother was not around and her brother was in a playgroup. "Rindou--"



"Shut up." He scolded. He dragged her upstairs, opening her room aggressively. What he did was nothing of what she thought. "Rindou?" She asked dumbfounded.



He sat on the bed, wrapping his hands around her legs and burying his face on her stomach as she remained standing. She felt as if a swarm of butterflies was fluttering inside of her. They stayed silent in that position for a few minutes, his warm breath tickling her abdomen. She placed her hands on top of his head, caressing and brushing his hair with her dainty fingers. His tensed shoulders relaxed at her gesture.



"Do it on me."



"What??" Hana asked. Rindou looked up, his chin grazing the skin of her stomach as his purple orbs gazed into her hazel ones. "Sit on my lap." He demanded before planting a kiss on her abdomen. Hana sat on his lap. She felt his arms snake around her waist. "This?" He asked, tapping on his lap. "This is your throne."



Her eyes grew wide at his sentiment. "Try sitting on another man's again and you're sentenced to 48 hours of no walking, my queen." He whispered. Shivers ran down her spine at his words. Her back arched as he felt her plant kisses on her neck. "H-hey.." She stuttered as he licked her neck. He tapped the bed, signaling her to sit there.



He stood up and walked towards the window. He looked out the glass, his eyes landing on Mitsuya who was in front of their house. They exchanged glances, Mitsuya glaring at him while the latter gave a smirk. Mitsuya's eyes grew wide as Rindou closed the blinds. 



"It's fucking 11 in the damn morning." Mitsuya sighed as he took out his phone. [Use protection for fuck's sake.] He typed the message and sent it on a whim, aggressively shoving his phone into his back pocket.



"Lock the door, darling," Rindou ordered, which she obediently did. "She walked towards her door, closing it and gently clicking on the lock. "You sat on another man's lap." Hana shivered as she felt his warm breath on her neck. Both of his palms leaned on the door, trapping her in between. Slowly, she turned around and faced him.



"You heard the sentence right? 48 hours of no walking. But since it's the first, let me reduce it to a day." He said with a grin on his face. "It was for a shoot. It's purely business." She reasoned out, her lips forming a subtle pout.



"News flash, darling; I don't care."



And with that, he claimed her lips, hastily entering his tongue inside of her mouth, tasting each and every crevice. A small whimper escaped her mouth as he gently bit her lip, tugging on it. "Watermelon. Nice." He complimented as he licked his lips, tasting the residue of her lip balm. He pulled out a vape from his pants, taking a huff of smoke. He then grabbed her face, smashing his lips on hers. Seconds went by before they broke the kiss, faint smoke coming out of her mouth. 



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