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rindoubug · 9 months ago

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Take Care of You | Mitsuya Takashi x Fem!Reader (NSFW/18+)

it was no secret that your fashion designer boyfriend was a an absolute workaholic, but on this day you decided to gift him with a few moments of pleasure to help him relax.

content warnings: MDNI, explicit smut, established relationship, oral (male receiving), explicit language, praise kink, pet names (love, sweetheart, baby, darling, princess, good girl), mitsuya gets a little rough (with reader’s permission ofc), cum swallowing wc: 1.8k a/n: happy birthday to my favorite lavender lover 💜 who gives and gives and gives, but when does he RECEIVE? here, he does— it’s just a small piece of what he deserves for being the incredible man that he is! 🤭 not proofed to filth ;

special shout out to my sister wife in smut, @bertholdts--butt ! this was kind of a collaboration for Taka’s special day. please go check out her fic !!

You always knew where to find him— that same old drafting table in his studio, working on yet another design for his next show. Either sketching, researching textiles, or hand sewing intricate details. He was meticulous, focused, and definitely overworked.

But for Takashi, everything was a labor of love. He loved his blooming career, the long hours, creating beautiful garments with his hands. He had silent pride for making the founding members of Toman their first gang jackets, and relished every chance to fix a rip or tear in one of his sisters’ dresses. He has made you countless pieces, tailored to perfection. From gowns to comfy cardigans, and the lingerie sets he adored to see you in— you were his muse, and he gave you the best of everything he could muster.

It was also no secret that he was the domestic powerhouse of your relationship together. For your boyfriend, household tasks were second nature, having to act like an adult at the ripe age of ten. He did everything around your home without so much as one complaint, and politely refused most of the help you offered him. You couldn’t lie and say that your relationship didn’t feel… unbalanced.

That’s why you came up with the idea to give something back to him today. You watched as he hand-stitched some tulle onto another piece of fabric, habitually bouncing one of his legs to a beat of a song you couldn’t hear. He was so damn cute when he was working on his fashion stuff. But you knew how to make him even cuter-looking.

You waltzed into the room and placed a gentle hand on his back. “Just how long have you been in here today?”

Takashi briefly glanced at the clock hanging on the wall and then tilted his head back to you. “I’m guessing five… six hours?”

“Takashi, why don’t you take a break? Relax for a little?” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek.

He chuckled, “Sorry, my love. I have a deadline next week.” He put down the sewing needle on the table in front of him and placed his hand in your arm, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“You work too hard, Taka… I worry about you sometimes.”

“I’m fine, I promise,” he resumed his concentrated hand sewing. “Just let me finish this part here.”

You released your arms from his neck, feeling a bit defeated in your attempt to pull him away from his work table.

Then you came up with an even better idea.

You walked around to the other side of the table, feigning interest in some of the works in progress and sketches on the surface. When you were directly across from Takashi, who barely noticed you hadn’t left the room, you crouched down and ducked your head under the table.

You crawled on your hands and knees over to him perched in his rolling chair. Your hands touched his knees and you heard a small yelp from above. When Takashi rolled back he was sucking on his thumb like he pricked himself with the needle he was working with. “What are you doing down there?”

“Well, if you won’t leave this table,” your hands crept further up, rubbing along the crotch of his pants. “I can help you relax right here.” Your fingers moved deftly to his belt and began undoing it.

Takashi let out a somewhat nervous laugh. “Sweetheart, you don’t have to do that.”

You playfully tugged the button of his pants open. “Yeah, but I want to. Wanna take care of you, Taka.” You began undoing his zipper, maintaining eye contact with him. “You keep working… if you can,” you said with a wink.

Takashi’s lavender eyes widened a bit at your jesting. He was still holding the pieces of fabric on the table, almost frozen watching your movements as you gingerly freed his quickly hardening cock from his boxers.

It only took a few tender strokes of your soft hand to get him at full attention. As focused as he usually was on his work, he couldn’t deny that you aroused him faster than the drop of a pin. He closed his eyes and let out a small sigh, feeling the effects of your hand movements almost immediately.

Takashi had a very pretty cock– impressive length, a pretty pink tip and a nice vein that ran down the underside. You stuck out your tongue and gave the vein a wet lick from base to tip, and a gasp left his lips. You placed a kiss to his head and wetted your lips before taking it into your mouth, giving it a gentle suck.

You couldn’t tell, but Takashi was gripping the fabric he had been working on with one hand, and gripping the table in front of him with the other. A barely audible groan hummed from his chest.

“Mmmph– baby…”

You quickly worked the rest of his length into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down until you felt his dick hit the back of your throat. He was big, and you struggled to fit the entirety of it into your mouth, but for his sake you pushed on.

Takashi’s breathy moans were progressively getting louder as you took more of him in. Your tongue running along the bottom of his cock felt like heaven. His head kissing the back of your throat was pure ecstasy. Your pretty soft lips wrapped around him was one of his favorite things he had ever felt.

It wasn’t often he allowed you to pleasure him directly. Most of the time, it was him that took the lead, and he was always focused on you over himself. He could make you cum several times before even penetrating you with his cock. His sheer dedication to your pleasure was undeniable. But every so often, like now, you were able to get him in a position where you had control over his pleasure.

Takashi placed a gentle hand on the back of your head, not giving you any push or pull, allowing you to set your own pace as you hollowed your cheeks around his length.

“Fuck– so good to me, aren’t you, love?”

You pulled his dick for your mouth with a little pop and replaced it with your hand, giving him a few wet strokes.

“‘Kashi, you can be rougher,” you batted your eyelashes a few times and bit your bottom lip that had remnants of spit laying across it.

“Dear, I– ugh– don’t want to hurt you…” his voice was already strained. He was always a bit timid with being too rough with you, but you thoroughly enjoy when he actually gets carried away and focuses on himself.

“Dammit, Taka, use me. I want you to.”

The affirmation was like a song to him, the aggressive tone coming from your adorable lips nearly pushed him over the edge, groaning as you resumed your ministrations with your mouth.

Takashi then took a handful of hair from the back of your head, and pushed you as far down his length as he could, feeling his tip push past the opening of your throat. You were absolutely gagging on his cock, nose pressed flush against his abdomen, placing one of your hands on his thigh and giving it a firm squeeze. He knew that until you were tapping your hand against his leg, you were fine and he didn’t have to stop.

He pulled you back up and watched as your lips dragged slowly up his cock, your tongue swirling around his tip that earned a stiff groan from his agape mouth. He then began to bob your head up and down at a rougher and faster pace, chasing his high that he knew was approaching soon. His hips started to buck upward, desperate to feel himself as deep into your throat as he could. Tears began to prick at the corners of your eyes.

“F-fuck, my darling knows how to take my cock, huh?”

You moaned in time with his thrusting of your head meeting his pelvis. The vibrations from deep within your throat eliciting a reaction from Takashi, tossing his head back with a louder, pleasured groan, continuing his neverending praises for your mouth.

“Mmmph– princess… s’ good… ‘m a– lucky guy… my–my good girl, ugh–”

He was absolutely babbling, drunk off the slickness of your tongue and your plump lips. This is what you wanted– for the love of your life to think of himself instead of others for a change. He deserved this for all of the incessant work he did for the both of you to live a happy life. You alway want to do more for him, give him his own selfish satisfaction and please him like he always did for you.

His moaning was growing desperate, increasing in pitch and the pace of his hip thrusts started to grow faster. You blinked back the stinging tears in your eyes, keeping the firm grip on Takashi’s thigh so he wouldn’t stop.

“Look– up here, baby.”

You looked up to meet Takashi’s blown pupils and blushed face. His fucked expression and hot breath fanning down across your cheeks was making you a dripping mess under the table. He was so fucking gorgeous like this.

Takashi then held your head down in place, opting to reach his orgasm by fucking his cock into your throat with his hip thrusts alone.

“My– my fuckin’ princess gonna… take my cum like a good girl, yeah?”

Your tears fell from your lashes at the question, the only response you could give was a weak nod in between his thrusts and another squeeze to his thigh.

“Fuck– Fuck! ‘M cummin’, baby–”

He then thrusted his cock into your mouth one last time, a growl rumbling deep within his chest, before you felt his hot ropes of cum at the very back of your throat, doing your best not to gag while he finished and keeping your throat open.

With Takashi panting above your head, you allowed a few moments for him to ride out his orgasm before you lightly tapped on the side of his leg, asking him to let you off. He obliged and let you slide off of his length, leaving a little kiss to his tip.

“Show me how good you did, princess.” Takashi asked through shallow breaths.

You were more than happy to stick out your tongue for him, having swallowed all of his load with enjoyment.

He let out a sultry chuckle from his chest and helped you to your feet to wrap his arms around your waist. You leaned forward and placed your swollen lips onto his, kissing him deeply and feeling him sigh into your mouth. When you pulled away, he weakly chased your lips as if he needed more.

“How are you feeling, dear? Relaxed now?” you ask him with a giggle.

“Mmm, I could relax some more,” he left a few open-mouthed kisses to your jaw, and you melted into him.

“Care to relax more in the bedroom then?”

“Lead the way, my love.” xx

header art by ken wakui~

#oh my god #MITSUYA #pretty pretty boy #this was so good im on the floor #tokyo revengers

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rindoubug · 9 months ago

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make your problem mine too

pairing: bonten rindou haitani x gender neutral reader

content warnings: fluff, established relationship, slight angst, mentions of anxious thoughts, medication (antidepressants), petname sweetheart, doll, baby, love used, rindou is the sweetest, reader is super anxious, mild language, one sweet kiss is involved.

word count: 1.9k and some spare change

It hasn’t been that long since you and Rindou started going out. It’s been a little over a year, to be fair but it’s like you two were made for each other. Rindou likes to call you corny but you know he secretly likes hearing you be all sappy (he’s never stopped you from doing so). Ever since Rindou laid his eyes on you, he knew that he had to have you at that very moment. As for you? It was love at first sight.

“Hey Y/N, your boyfriend’s here!” Your coworker shouted while you silently screamed at her to keep her voice down. Thankfully you guys were at the back of the cafe, away from the prying eyes of customers. “What? Every time that purple haired dish of a man comes here, he specifically requests for you. Who does he think he is? Requests!” She laughed then nudged your shoulder while you were washing the dishes. You shake your head, laughing at her remark. “And why does that concern me?” You weren’t blind, you knew what she was telling you was true. But you didn’t want to acknowledge anything because every time you went to him and took his order, all he did was order his iced americano and left. Without even saying anything. It made your blood boil just thinking about it, does he think you were a toy? Well, two could play that game. You tightened your apron and confidently strided to the front, a purple blur entering your vision every time you got closer to the cashier machine.

“Hello, can I take your order?” You asked nonchalantly, not even bothering to look into his lilac eyes. You positioned yourself in front of the machine, an array of the beverages shown upon the virtual menu, ready to take his order.

“Yes, you can.” A long pause. You were getting impatient and looked up at him. He was wearing a smirk, as he took one hand and raked back his purple tresses painfully slowly. You swallowed.

“Okay, sir, and what is it that you’ll be having?”

“I think I’ll have a tall glass of you with a side of your number.” You stopped in your tracks as you heard his answer. “Excuse me?”He chuckled lightly, his downturned eyes casting some sort of spell on you. “You heard me sweetheart. Your number, please.” Heart hammering in your chest, you refrain yourself from giving out a snarky remark and decide to test him. “Sure. Meet me here after my shift,” His eyes lit up. “At 10PM.” You could visibly see his heart sink. It was only 2PM, the usual time he comes here to spy on you. Judging from his reaction, you realised he was a busy man so you were glad you could finally get him off your ass for once. You weren’t opposed to him, you were quite interested actually. But you were bored and wanted to play for a bit. “Okay sweetheart. 10PM it is,” He winked at you before turning around, heading for the door. “Remember though: the name’s Rindou.” He gave a small wave before disappearing into the crowd of people that just entered the cafe. You huffed but immediately put on your customer service face on and started serving customers.

The dreaded 10PM came and sure, you were a little excited to say the least. As you said goodbye to your coworkers, you walked out of the cafe and sure enough, there he was. Rindou. He was leaning against a motorbike, his gorgeous hair flowing in the wind. You gave him a small smile to which he returned with a cheeky grin. Oh, sue you, this was the most excited you’ve ever been. “Coming over here, doll? Today would be nice.” You nodded eagerly, closing the distance between you two – the rest was history.

That was over a year ago. Since that day, you and Rindou have been inseparable. You found out he was the co-owner of a famous club, along with his brother. After 5 months of dating, you agreed to move in with Rindou. You guys have been living the best life with each other, practically knowing each other like the back of your hand. However, you kept one thing from Rindou. You were going to tell him eventually but time kept passing and you kept pushing it to the back of your head. Your mental health was really bad before meeting Rindou. You had to take antidepressants to even go on about your day. Life was just… hard for you. After meeting Rindou, your life did change for the better. Everything was fine and Rindou did his best to make you happy. You knew that you had to tell him sooner or later but you just couldn’t bear to. What if he leaves me? What if I burden him to the point of him hating me? What do I do when he leaves me? You couldn’t live without him in your life, he was everything to you.

You stopped taking antidepressants a few weeks ago because you trusted yourself to be okay, to finally not rely on medication to keep you sane. It was okay for a while until you broke. You had so many anxious thoughts, you couldn’t even get out of bed. Rindou has been away for two days due to some private events at the club he had to attend to at all times. You were so glad he was away so he didn’t have to see you like this. You thought you’d get better before he came back home. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. You had no energy to even get out of bed, all you did was cry yourself to sleep and repeated the cycle, over and over again. On the day Rindou was coming home, you managed to take a short shower, just to pretend that you were okay in front of him. However, little did you know, Rindou knew you better than he did himself.

“Baby? You awake?” Oh shit. Rindou. Shit, shit, shit he can’t see you like this. You mustered up the strength you still had and sat up on the bed with the blanket wrapped around you like a burrito roll. Rindou entered your shared bedroom and smiled when he saw you. He walked over to you and pinched your chin lightly, cooing at how cute you looked. “All dolled up for me baby? How considerate of you.” You smiled weakly, trying so hard not to crack. “Mhm, welcome back baby. Rindou, I’m a little tired today. Is it okay if I go to sleep first?” Rindou’s hands shift from your chin to your face. He bends down so he’s at eye-level with you and looks into your eyes, searching for something. “Are you feeling sick, love?” He feels your forehead with the back of his hand. “No, no. Just a little queasy. Maybe I ate something bad earlier.”

That was a lie. You haven’t eaten anything. Rindou starts to look concerned and you immediately grab his hands, holding them properly. “I’m okay, Rindou, don’t worry! It’ll go away tomorrow, I’m sure. I’m so sorry, babe.” Rindou’s eyes light up, the same look he gave you a year ago. He nods, patting your head. “Okay baby. I have some business to take care of so I’ll go to the living room. Give me a call from the bedroom if you need anything, okay?” You nod eagerly and blew him a kiss. He caught it with one hand as he walked out of the room to let you rest.

You heaved a sigh of relief. Your head was buzzing, so many thoughts clouded your mind. You have to tell him… but it could wait for tomorrow. Rindou still has to go to work tomorrow so maybe you can stall it for a few more hours.

You groggily opened your eyes, rubbing the sleep away from your eyes. Ugh, your head was pounding. What time was it? You squint your eyes at the window, seeing sunlight seeping in through the blinds. They were still closed. It’s probably still daytime, you think as you check your watch. 4:02PM. Rindou should be at work by now… You suddenly feel the bed heavy on the other side - Rindou’s side. You shakily looked to your left to see Rindou sitting in bed, reading a book. He has his glasses on, perched cutely on the bridge of his nose, his eyes focused on the page he’s reading. He probably hasn’t noticed you yet. Tears immediately burst from your eyes as you realised that he probably skipped work for you. Because he was worried. You mentally hit yourself as you inched closer to Rindou, eventually settling on his thighs.

Rindou looked down from his book and saw your tear stained face, so forlorn and meek. Rindou’s heart shattered into a million pieces. He hated seeing you like this. He reached over and caressed your cheek with so much care. “Hello, my baby. Did you have a good sleep? Why the tears my love?” Tears were streaming down your face at lightning speed at this rate and you sat up slowly to give him a hug. Rindou guided your legs on top of his so now you were straddling him carefully. “Rindou… don’t tell me you skipped work for me?” He smiled at you and cupped your face, patting down your hair as he explained. “Of course I did. How could I go to work when you looked like you weren’t feeling very well?” He pushed you forward suddenly, gripping you by the shoulders. “Do you have anything to tell me?” Your eyes widened slightly, slumping a little in Rindou’s grip. Guess it’s time to get it over with.

You sobbed on Rindou’s shirt, crying hard as you explained. You were babbling at some times, making incoherent sounds instead of words but Rindou was as patient as can be. He listened intently as you howled, rocking you back and forth slowly.

After your explanation, Rindou went out of the room for a while to get you a wet towel and a glass of water to wipe you down after all that crying. He hasn’t given his answer yet which made you feel anxious. But you didn’t have to worry. He was Rindou and he cared about you so much. “Y/N, thank you for telling me,” he pulled you in the previous position you two were sitting in since it’s the most comfortable way to talk while maintaining eye contact. “But I hope that you’d tell me sooner. These kinds of things… what did you call them? Your problems?” He shook his head. “Whenever you relay them to me, they won’t become a problem anymore. Because I’ll be here with you every step of the way and we’ll figure out a solution together. I’d never,” he leaned down to your neck, breathing in your scent. “ever,” he stole a few kisses on your neck, his teeth grazing over the skin slightly, not hard enough to leave a mark. “even think about leaving you.” He left one last kiss below your ear before moving to your cheeks. “Please don’t think of that ever again. Promise me?” You looked hard into his eyes, before crashing your lips with his. “I promise. I’m sorry, Rinnie.”

He leans into you and nuzzles your nose with his.

“It’s okay baby. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“I love you, most.” Always wanting to win, Rindou Haitani. You two cuddled and fell asleep again.

hello! i'm yin and this is my first rindou fic :,D i've never written anything on tumblr or owned a blog but i hope you enjoyed reading. thank you for stopping by! i love rindou sm and this fic was basically 98% self indulgent... rindou reading is my #1 hc and i stand by that!!!! lmk if i missed out any tags, xx

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