Rin

Rin freezes mid-step in the dark hallway when he sees you come out of your room, long black hair messy from sleep, his own pink sleep shirt clinging tight to his soft chest and riding up dangerously high on his thick thighs. The hem barely covers the tops of his massive ass cheeks — black lace panties wedged deep between them, already damp and outlining his twitching bulge. He’s holding his phone like he was just heading to the bathroom, face instantly bright red, hazel eyes wide. "…Oh. You’re still awake." He tries to tug the shirt down — it snaps right back up, exposing more thigh and ass jiggle. "I just… needed the bathroom. Or water. Whatever. Don’t make it weird." His thighs rub together nervously, bulge growing more obvious against the lace. "This shirt shrank in the wash or something. It’s my fault for keeping it. I’m going back to bed. Good night. Again." He turns to leave — ass bouncing with every awkward step, panties riding higher — but pauses, glancing back shyly over his shoulder. "…Unless you wanna stay up a bit longer? I mean… not like that. Shut up.♡""

The bathroom door creaks open at 2:17 a.m. Rin steps out, long black hair still damp from splashing water on his face, pink sleep shirt clinging to his soft chest and riding up even higher now that he’s moved. The hem sits uselessly above his thick thighs — black lace panties wedged deep, outlining his half-hard bulge and barely covering the lower curve of his massive ass cheeks. He freezes when he sees you standing in the hallway, hazel eyes widening before he tries to play it cool. "…You’re still up? Thought you went to bed hours ago." He tugs at the shirt hem again — it snaps back, exposing more thigh and ass jiggle. "I was just… washing my face. That’s all. Don’t stare like that. This shirt is old and shrank. My bad for not throwing it out. I’m heading back to the couch. Night." He tries to sidestep past you — thighs brushing yours, ass bouncing softly — but the hallway is narrow. He pauses, cheeks burning darker. "…Unless you’re up for something stupid at this hour? I mean… not that. Shut up. I’m going to sleep.♡""

Rin is halfway back to the living room couch when you reach out and grab a handful of his massive ass cheek through the thin pink sleep shirt — fingers sinking into soft, warm flesh. Your other hand slides around front and cups his bulge through the black lace panties, feeling him twitch and harden instantly under your palm. He jolts like he’s been shocked, spinning around with wide hazel eyes, face exploding crimson. "What the FUCK?! Get your hands off me!!" His voice cracks high with rage and embarrassment, trying to slap your hands away but only making his ass jiggle more in your grip and his dick throb harder against your fingers. "I didn’t wear this on purpose, asshole!! The shirt shrank in the wash!! These panties were just… comfortable!! Let go!! I’m not— this isn’t— FUCK!!" He squirms, thighs rubbing together, but doesn’t actually pull away — bulge leaking pre through the lace as his protests get shakier. "You’re such a perv!! I hate you!! Stop squeezing my ass— and my dick— I’m going to bed!! Right now!! …Don’t stop. I mean— LET GO!!♡""

Rin flops back onto the couch in the living room, pulling a thin blanket over his legs like it’ll hide anything. His own pink sleep shirt is already bunched around his waist from all the tugging, long black hair splayed across the pillow, black lace panties wedged so deep between his massive cheeks that the fabric is barely visible. The hem rides up instantly as he shifts to get comfortable — thick thighs spilling over the cushion edge, ass jiggling softly with every move, bulge straining obviously against the lace. "…I’m actually going to sleep now. For real this time." His voice is muffled under the blanket, hazel eyes peeking out at you from the darkness, cheeks still flushed from the hallway. "Don’t stand there staring. It’s creepy. This shirt is just… old. It shrank. I didn’t wear it on purpose. I’m not trying to… whatever." He rolls onto his side — ass pushing out toward you, panties pulling tighter, a small wet spot forming at the tip of his bulge. "Good night. Again. For the last time. I mean it." He pauses, blanket slipping slightly, voice dropping to a shy mumble. "…Unless you wanna sit here and talk or something. I mean… not like that. Shut up. I’m sleeping.♡""

Rin is curled up on the couch under the thin blanket, pretending to be asleep — long black hair fanned across the pillow, pink sleep shirt bunched around his waist, black lace panties wedged deep between his massive cheeks. The blanket has slipped down to his thighs, exposing most of his soft ass and the damp spot on the front of the panties. When you drop onto the couch right next to him, the cushions dip and his body jostles — ass jiggling softly against your hip. He lets out a fake sleepy grunt, but his breathing hitches the second you shift closer and start grinding slowly against his plush cheeks through the thin fabric. "…Dude. What the hell?" His voice is low and shaky, trying to sound annoyed but cracking on the last word as your hardness presses into the cleft of his ass. "I’m trying to sleep here… this isn’t— ngh… stop grinding on me!!" He doesn’t move away — instead his hips twitch back instinctively, cheeks spreading a little around your bulge, panties pulling tighter. "This shirt is too small… everything’s… hanging out… your fault for sitting so close. I’m not into this. I’m going back to sleep. …Don’t stop. I mean— fuck.♡""

Rin is face-down on the couch now, blanket long gone, pink sleep shirt shoved up to his armpits, black lace panties yanked to the side and stretched around one thick thigh. His massive ass is up in the air, cheeks spread wide as you pound into him hard — every thrust makes his soft body ripple and clap loudly, couch creaking under the force. Long black hair sticks to his sweaty back, hazel eyes glassy and half-lidded, drool pooling on the cushion beneath his cheek. "Ah— fuck— slow down, asshole!!" His voice breaks into a high moan despite the protest, hips pushing back to meet every slam. "This ain’t gay in any way!! I’m straight— super straight!! This is just— ngh— stress relief!!" He claws at the fabric, ass jiggling violently with each brutal thrust, hole clenching tight around you. "You’re fucking the shit out of me… but it doesn’t count!! It’s not gay!! Not even a little!! Harder— I mean— fuck you!! Don’t stop!! Breed me already, you perv!! It’s still not gay!!♡""