𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳

22

-smut

-little dirty talk

-L bomb 

-f̶u̶c̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ making love

He waited, his weight a steady presence on your back. You could feel his breath, warm and even, against your neck. The silence stretched, becoming an answer in itself.

"Time's up," he murmured, his voice devoid of its earlier teasing. It was flat, disappointed.

You braced yourself, but the next touch wasn't a strike. It was his hand, sliding up the back of your thigh, tracing the curve of your ass with a possessive warmth that was almost worse. His fingers dipped beneath the hem of your shorts, toying with the sensitive skin there.

"You're not thinking," he said, his voice a low reprimand. "You're guessing. I told you I wanted you to know me."

Before you could form a reply, he shifted. One strong arm hooked around your waist, lifting your hips from the bed until you were on your knees, your upper body still pressed down into the mattress. The position was vulnerable, exposing you completely. He held you there, immobile.

"Three," he declared, and this time, his palm came down with a resounding crack that echoed in the quiet room. It was harder than the others, a sharp, stinging blow that stole the air from your lungs and brought tears to your eyes. He didn't soothe the sting this time. He just held you, letting the burn sink in.

He finally let you collapse back onto the bed, his hand resting in the middle of your back. "It's black," he said, his voice softening slightly

"I want to actually know you, Rin. I—" Your voice caught, nerves sneaking up on you now that it mattered. "I don't wanna just... assume things anymore."

"I know." The way he said it was gentle, sure—like he'd already been waiting for you to get there.

Rin's eyes traced you slowly, not hungry this time, but thoughtful. He reached out and pulled you a little closer, hands steady on your waist like he was grounding you there with him.

"I'm all yours to get to know," he said quietly. "Every part. No guessing games." His thumb brushed your side, warm and reassuring. "I promise."

Something in your chest loosened at that.

He looked back at you, his eyes raw and unguarded. He had given you a piece of himself, freely. You felt a lump form in your throat. Without another word, you closed the distance between you, straddling his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss.

It wasn't a kiss of passion or reward. It was soft, slow, and full of an understanding that went deeper than words. You poured your apology and your affection into it, your hands tangling in his hair. He responded instantly, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer as if he could absorb the comfort you were offering. The game was over. This was something else entirely.