Tokyo Revengers Smut+Wholesome

Sending gifts (Rindou ver)

Rindou was always someone who was enthusiastic about nudes, he encouraged them — even sent you a few of his own whenever he could just because he loved the thought of his pretty gf tryna get herself off to him. but he loved when you teased him; like a teaser of what’s waiting for him at home.

the meeting was already over when rindou had received your text, there was just a few members littered around the room — discussing plans and shipments while rindou sinks into the plush couch beneath him, waiting on ran coming back from his pickup with kakucho. but then you text him, in that pretty little set he’d bought you because he knew it would hug you just right and shit—it does, but it still lets him see your perky little nipples behind the sheer fabric, the panties already damp from where you’ve obviously been missing him, rubbing your clit in sticky circles and he can almost hear the way you’d pant his name.

it’s almost immediate the way he sinks deeper into the expensive leather, manspreading to give his cock a little more space to twitch against where it lies across his thigh — the bulge in his pants becoming more noticeable with every sweep of his lilac gaze along your figure. rindou’s lips curl into a smirk when he receives another photo a few seconds later, muttering under his breath about how much of a fucking tease you are before he’s pressing a palm into his crotch, trying to ease the throbbing ache in his cock, swirling with the desire to feel your pretty pussy creaming around him.

rin <3 : look at you, gorgeous … spread it for me.

you’re going to be the death of him, rindou thinks when you reply to his command with another photo — lewdly spreading your folds so he can see the peek of your puffy clit and the way your slick is smeared along your pussy and fingers, and the sight makes a groan punch at his chest before he’s covering it up behind a gruff cough and clenching his jaw. he feels dizzy, he can feel the pre-cum leaking into the fabric of his boxers and something warm bursts along his neck and shoulders when he takes off his suit jacket, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows before he’s texting ran to "hurry the fuck up". Just after he takes a photo of his heavy, prominent bulge straining behind his slacks to send back to you.

rin <3 : look what you did, princess. gotta me help out now, right?