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bluelockmaniac · 28 days

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itoshi rin giving you the last bite of his food. <3 wc; 676

watching rin's pretty face as he chewed on his cheesy potato pancakes wasn't something you had expected to do today, but it also wasn't your fault that rin could make something as simple as eating so tempting. the way the stuffed mozzarella stretched from between your boyfriend's lips and the delicacy had you salivating— you wished you hadn't declined his considerate offer an hour ago, when he called you on the phone and asked if you wanted him to get you something to eat. you were full when he called, so now you couldn't help but watch him with a ravenous gaze and a watering mouth as he eats bite after bite, the colours on the television screen bouncing off his face. "you're drooling," rin pointed out as he once again turns his attention towards you, "i've asked you seven times already, but are you absolutely sure that you don't want a bite?" "y-yes rin, i'm one hundred percent certain!" you laugh awkwardly, wiping your mouth with your sleeve as you notice how the number of cheesy potato pancakes on his plate seem to reduce every few minutes, much to your dismay. "hm..." he mumbles boredly, holding one savory with his fingers and pushing it against your stubbornly shut lips, "liar. open your mouth." you gently push his hand away, shaking your head, "i'm not hungry," you utter, although your firm eye contact with his plate betrays your statement, "i swear." "whatever." he sighs, focusing on the football match on the screen as he enjoys yet another bite. the fact that he could read you like an open book was irritating, but to be fair, your expressions wouldn't make it difficult for anyone to guess that maybe, just maybe, you were hungry. you had no idea why you persisted on being so stubborn when rin had generously offered you his food multiple times— perhaps it was the guilt of taking away the food he bought for himself despite him asking you if you craved for anything that got you so adamant— but either way, you were now eyeing the last crispy, golden coloured piece on his plate. "actually—" you blurted out, shifting on the couch until you were finally beside him. your nails harmlessly dug into his forearm as he looks at you knowingly, a subtle smile forming on his lips. "can i... have one, please?" "it's my last one," he mutters with feigned pettiness as he hands you the last potato pancake with no hesitation, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and bringing you closer to him, "but only because you're so cute." "thanks!" you smile as you lean against him and begin stuffing your face with the crispy good, but unfortunately, much to your disappointment, you wiped off its existence in about a minute. "it was really good..." you say softly while looking down at the empty plate, trying to appreciate this cute situation of your boyfriend giving you his last bite, but seriously, it only aroused your appetite. rin rolls his eyes and tilts your chin to face him, "don't look so upset," he deadpanned, licking the corner of your lips to remove the excess potato crumbs. "but i'm hungry—" "i know," he sighs, getting up and vanishing into the kitchen. he appears a few seconds later with a bag identical to the one for the cheesy potato pancakes, "...which is why i bought you some as well." "ohmigod!" you exclaim excitedly, quickly opening the styrofoam container and welcoming the exquisite aroma, "thank you, rinnie! i'm glad you bought one for me too." he pulls your face in for a quick kiss before squishing your cheeks lightly. "i ought to know by now, considering the amount of times you played this move on me." you softly giggle as you carelessly eat the food in front of you, "you know me so well." rin lays his head down on your lap and yawns softly, your clean hand quick to run its fingers through his hair. "i'd be a fool if i didn't."

comments appreciated <3

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dreamlessimp · 11 months

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— poster

itoshi rin x reader | 0.9k

you go to his game, and he gets mad

your notifications for football games had gone from a necessity, to a minor inconvenience. at first, they allowed you to watch many of rin’s games. it was a way to get closer, and worked well enough.

when he left though, the alerts began to sting in a way that was ever so dull.

still, eventually, you were the fortunate receiver of a welcome surprise—rin would be playing near your house.

disappointing as it was that he hadn’t told you, you were already used to it. you’d begun to speak less and less as time quickly passed, so it served no surprise. still, you tried to cling to the hope that you’d grow closer yet again.

not long after receiving the game notice, you decided to make a sign, a poster of sorts. something to cheer his name, and remind him of yours.

after acquiring poster paper, you pulled open a marker and began the meticulous job of outlining his given name.

resisting the urge to add heats, stars, anything to take up space, you elected to simply adorn the still-white paper with words of wished luck and victory.

though, you quickly fell to the urges and the once crisp white paper was turned into a rainbow you weren’t exactly proud of, but were happy to look at.

the day of his game, you happily grabbed your poster and made your way into the stadium. your seat was close enough to the field that you hoped your probably-just-friend would be able to spare you a glance.

the minutes after his game proved a bigger surprise than you could have possibly considered. not only did rin exclusively seek you out—but he was mad. at you.

you blinked back your shock. “what?”

rin’s eyes widened and he scowled. “i asked why the hell you came.” his voice was far too cold for comfort.

“i’ve come to so many of your games rin.” you choked out.

“so? i’m asking you why.” he spat.

you were dejected. there was no sense or reason in his anger. it was so nonsensical that there was truly no point in clapping back.

“dammit rin.” you spoke quietly before turning around to leave, eyes as blank as rin’s were cold.

on the way back to your home, you throw away the sign. it’s just a coincidence that you chose the garbage bin outside of the home of itoshi rin.

hours later, rin texts you. ‘i’m sorry.’ he says. you’d have been shocked to find how much he meant it.

he hated his performance in the game. sure, he had scored, but it wasn’t the kind of goal that he wanted to score, the conditions were all wrong and it wasn’t right.

though, he despised his stupid anger at you even more. you had attended his game—which he’d never even told you about—with a sign. one that was obviously homemade no less, so clearly made by you and you alone unlike the so many printed signs he’d seen even that game alone.

he was, horribly stupid.

‘i’m sorry.’ you read from your phone. scoffing, you shut off the phone to sit on your bed, once again staring at the ceiling as you’d been doing for who knows how long.

whether you blamed yourself or rin, whether he had the right to be mad or you did, your mind was too thick to determine. what you knew though, was that you missed the rin you used to know so well.

soon, rin had a vague thought that he needed to stop his lonely pity party, and gathered up his garbage to throw away.

he absolutely did not expect to see that damned sign you made inside of his own garbage bin.

at the sight, the outside of his eyes filled with an unexpected liquid prompting him to instinctively reach up to scratch the pointless sensation.

in a haze, he threw in his trash and carefully picked up the largely undamaged sign. with it held carefully in his undeserving hands, he took it home.

rin took it into his room, where he propped it up on his dresser. from his position at his desk, he could just see it fall from the corner of his eye.

he walked back to once again prop it up, and stood as it wavered, and then fell once again.

realizing it would not stand on his own, with a glance at your large writing proclaiming his own name, he walked over to the side of his bed and propped up your colorful sign with the soft plushie of a character he did not recognize, that you had once given to him.

it truly made sense that the few sources of color in his room came from you.

allowing himself to dramatically fall back onto his bed, he gazed at his boring ceiling and waited for the minutes to tick by and for the dread to dissipate from his tired body.

you were wondering for possibly the thousandth time whether or not to respond to rin, when, yet again, you received another call.

letting it ring out, you finally decided to turn off your phone.

with your phone off, you missed the text he instantly regretted sending, but was entirely set on carrying out; ‘i’m coming over.’

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rinzsu · 6 months

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HAIRCLIPS .ᐟ

cw: itoshi rin, fluff, gender neutral, established relationship, wc 300+

“doesn’t it bother you sometimes?”

“what exactly?”

“your hair. i've noticed you blowing it out of your face every now and then while you were performing the lotus earlier.”

rin cracks one eye open as he examines your expression, watercolor eyes searching for the tiniest hint indicating that you’re messing with him once more.

yet he’s met with nothing but pure curiosity as you scrutinize the olive bangs messily descending upon his face, concealing his pearly orbs like a veil, hiding them from your prying gaze.

“sometimes” he sighs before settling back into the yoga position he had been performing prior to your question.

with a silent hum you excuse yourself, leaving your lover to continue on with his exercises in tranquil silence.

the pitter patter of your hurried steps on the wooden tiles recures sooner than anticipated, accompanied by an exited chortle leaving your mouth as your hastened strides lead you over to him once more.

only as you flop down on the floor does he detect the metallic clinking sound of what he considers to be your jewelery box.

despite questioning your decision to put on your accessories in the living space rather than the bathroom, rin resolves to leave his eyes shut, deeming your presence rather soothing than a nuisance, expecting you to let him finish up his training without any disruption.

rin comes to the revelation that you enjoy messing with him even more than he already knew as he feels a cool metal sensation graze his forehead before the cover of his bangs gets lifted off his face by what he supposes to be one of your hairpins.

he's proven correct as you scoop one of the side pieces up with another pin, clipping it shut after fixating the small section on the side of his head.

"what are you doing?"

"helping you keep your bangs in place so they won't annoy you"

"and you had to use your pochacco clips to do that?"

"they look cute on you! besides.. they work don't they?"

"you're unendurable"

"but you love me"

"yeah.. i guess i tolerate you a little more than anyone else"

©️ rinsque — do not plagiarise nor repost anything on any other platform.

note. this is a repost from my former blog @/iohims

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sunananaa · 22 days

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YOUR SMAU LITERALLY MADE MY WHOLE DAY. I WAS LAUGHING SO HARD AS SAE’S

if you don’t mind can I request break up prank on Rin and Sae? You don’t have to if you don’t want to but I think it would be funny to see their reactions :>

SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING 💔💔

FOUND THIS IN MY DRAFTS AND DECIDED TO DO IT OUT OF NOWHERE

HAHAHS I ASSUME UR TALKING ABOUT THE STUDENT COUNCIL ONE PROBSBLY 😭😭

YESS OMG THEYRE REACTIONS WOULD BE QUITE FUNNY ACTUALLY THABKS FOR THE REQ 💗💗

LATEAPRIL FOOLS PRANK 🤪

BREAK UP PRANK

characters: itoshi sae, itoshi rin

prompt: gn reader!, established relationship

warnings: swearing!!

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sanb3rry · 20 days

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just finished blue lock and i can’t get that one episode of rin speaking in english out of my head…

may i request fluff of whipped!rin who so obviously pines for foreign!reader who he thinks doesn’t speak japanese (spoiler: they do!!) thank u ^.^

sorry it took me so long!! hope you like it <33

disclaimer !! : all times characters speak japanese will be written in bold italics.

hey, i think you're cute ! 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖

it started off with small and frequent glances at the new manager. rin was just curious that was all it was, at least what it was supposed to be. for some reason, you're just so intriguing to him but he didn't exactly know why.

he sat next to you during one of the breaks and nudged you with his leg to get your attention before opening a small box of strawberry shortcake.

he knew for a fact you'd like it as he was listening to overheard you telling zantetsu out of all people that you did.

you glanced up from your volume of kimi ni todoke, "is that for me?" you asked, kinda confused.

the imaginary angel on your shoulder skipping and squealing over the thought of it and how this was ripped out of a shoujo manga.

rin nods, he was unable to maintain eye contact with you, you were so cute! this cannot be happening to him. the itoshi rin has a crush!? how preposterous!

"thank you, rin. that's really sweet of you." you said giddily as you put your book aside and took the cake.

he was happy as is, i mean his crush really sweet and pretty friend took the cake he bought just for her.

but, you had to go one step further and give him the first spoon. no no, not just give, feed him the first spoon. were foreigners always this bold? rin thinks his heart won't be able to handle this and thanks you before leaving.

you would've thought you made him uncomfortable but the flustered look on his face said otherwise.

"see you around, rin!" you waved. rin didn't hear you, he was too busy thinking about the interaction and trying to walk straight.

a few days passed before you were able to have a proper conversation with him.

"good day of training, rin?" you asked as you handed him his water bottle. "yes-" his words failed him as his eyes widened. did you just speak japanese or was he becoming crazy?

ten seconds passed by,

then twenty,

it's probably been a minute now.

rin just stood there staring at you, you were getting nervous. "are..are you alright? was i too informal?" you asked frantically, getting ready to apologise.

"no, sorry, you're fine. i . . . didn't know you spoke japanese." he said sheepishly, looking away from you.

"oh! that's okay. i was so sure you knew though." you wondered out loud.

rin thought back to all the times he should've caught on. your japanese version of manga, the fact that managers have to know at least a little japanese or get it taught to them through daily language classes, when you said bye to him a few days earlier. he mentally slapped himself.

"i should've known." he mumbled to himself, he's disappointed that he got so distracted with his feelings that he forgot basic context clues.

"don't beat yourself up for it, rin. anyways, i think julian is calling for you guys." you said as you glanced at julian.

you laughed nervously, "i better get back to work." a nervous shudder following your words as you think back of the time anri got angry at the managers for slacking off.

you waved to rin before leaving, he might not show it but if this were a tv show he'd have flowers and sparkles around him to show how happy he was.

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sky-casino · 4 months

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spiderman!rin: weaving through leads to you

hello~ i'm back with my third bllk x spiderman au piece!

to anon, thank you for the request and for waiting patiently! i tried a different storytelling style here, i hope that's okay with you 😊

fanart credit: @shirkori on twitter

rin who has been childhood friends with you. childhood "sweethearts", to be more precise. what's with all your friends, classmates, his teammates, and even some teachers relentlessly teasing the two of you about how good you two look together and how compatible you are with each other.

rin who finally confessed his feelings nonchalantly, and you saying nothing but simply smiling and holding his hand as your response.

rin who loves you, his brother, and soccer.

rin who got bit by a red-and-blue spider during one of his solo practice sessions on the school's soccer field.

rin who didn't mind it until he had to, given all the side effects he rapidly went through that night.

spiderman!rin who kept pacing back and forth in his mind on whether he should tell you about his newfound superpowers or not.

spiderman!rin who chose the former, texting you to meet him on the rooftop one afternoon, once class and club activities are done.

spiderman!rin who came clean to you, asking you what he should do with his new abilities because that's what he always does, seek you for advice and direction. he knew he's basically a lost puppy without you. you who were astounded and yet excited, suggesting to him to use his abilities responsibly for the greater good.

spiderman!rin who always made sure you were there whenever he practiced going up on walls, shooting webs, and using them to maneuver from one place to another.

spiderman!rin who felt warm and giddy all over his chest whenever you praised him and told him how proud you are of him.

spiderman!rin who sends you selfies and landscape views of the city while he's on his daily patrol.

spiderman!rin who taps on your window in the middle of the night so he can snuggle with you for a while as a way to rest and recharge.

spiderman!rin who sweeps you off your feet and swings with you to the building with the best view of the city and the sunset.

spiderman!rin who had to stop being spiderman and had to let go of his superhero suit after vanquishing the enemy who discovered his identity, hence discovering who you are as well, and ultimately threatened your life by abducting you.

rin who is just now simply itoshi rin.

the itoshi rin who chose to go back to his ordinary life.

the itoshi rin who chose you, your safety, and soccer.

the itoshi rin who stubbornly told you that he would always choose you over other people, vehemently stating that he'll never go back to being spiderman because it was the reason your life was put in danger at the first place.

the itoshi rin who has had his fun as your vigilante boyfriend, and just now wants to be your soccer-player boyfriend.

you, who have known rin for many years and is therefore aware of how stubborn he is. you know that once he makes up his mind, there's no changing it. and so you accepted his decision.

the transition back to his ordinary life was mostly smooth, and his alter-ego and superhero days will be the best-kept secret between the two of you.

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yuzurins · 4 months

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# to tell you the truth

11 — a small world, after all

smau masterlist ∗ previous chapter ∗ next chapter

notes: filler …??? again??? :-(

pairing ∗ itoshi rin x f!reader

synopsis — all you wanted was a peaceful and productive uni life, but despite your pleas, your plans start crumbling when the star of the football team, itoshi rin, begins to beat you in every aspect possible. as you confront the inevitable, what happens when you uncover secrets behind an unforgettable event from the past?

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koishiro · 3 months

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# - 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈’𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐄��𝐑𝐄𝐓 📍

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Imagine the bllk team finding out that the youngest Itoshi brother had been getting layed for the past two years unbeknownst to them. Rin with a girl for two weeks was shocking enough but two whole years? The cold, emotionless forward player was interested in something other than football? The team found it hard to wrap their heads around but when Isagi rustled through the younger’s belongings only planning to borrow a towel he stupidly forgot when he came across a pair of panties. As far as Isagi was concerned Rin didn’t exactly come across as the type to wear pink lace on a weekday.

And if that wasn’t enough then perhaps Bachira accidentally stumbling across his friend’s phone was. It wasn’t his fault it just happened to be lying there on a bench unsupervised. So of course he’d pick it up until he could return it to its rightful owner but not before catching a quick peek at the new notification lighting up the dark screen. Lo and behold, he was granted with a sight he wasn’t too sure how to react to - almost dropping the heavy piece of titanium in the process. There, smack dab in the centre, was you. Their coach’s daughter. Your phone was clearly propped up by something as you balanced yourself on your knees as your top - which wasn’t much to begin with - was pushed over the rounds of your tits while your right hand worked as a shelf, accentuating your cleavage. Your left hand however was tucked between the plush of your thighs, leading Bachira to lean in - as if a new angle would gain him a slightly different view.

But what really set it into stone was when Reo stopped mid stride causing his fair-haired friend to nearly knock him over. There you were pressed up against his locker, the older’s hand disappearing beneath your panties only just in view from your bunched up skirt. Your pretty little mews of pleasure, the grip you held against Rin’s shirt - on the verge of tearing the useless fabric that only got in your way and hindered your view, and the way your legs trembled, having to rely on Rin to hold your weight up as he ploughed your pretty pussy filling the small vacant room with breaths of pleasure.

“Hm? You like this huh? You like being used by your dad’s star player? You wanna scream for the rest of the team?”

It was then, at that moment when Rin navigated his eyes towards the cracked door, they knew they weren’t as sly as they once thought.

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bluelockmaniac · 1 month

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calling your friend a pet name in front of your boyfriend ITOSHI RIN

cw: jealous & clingy rin, fem!reader wc: 642 reo's version

you and rin were lost in your own world, cuddling on the couch, completely ignoring the gore film that played on the television screen. you sat comfortably on his lap, arms around his shoulders as he held your waist gently and smothered you with tender kisses, his lips pressing against every feature of your face. despite the horrifying soundtracks, blood curdling screams, and the desperate pleas of characters standing on death’s door, the two of you still paid them no mind, the gruesome sounds fading into the background as you focused on rin’s kisses. how romantic.

in that moment, a knock on the door of your apartment catches your attention, breaking what was about to be a makeout session, “oh, that must be…” your words trail off. rin reluctantly lets go of your waist, sinking back onto the couch with an exasperated sigh as he watches you head towards the front door.

“were you expecting someone?” he asks. the interruption irritated him considering the amount of effort he put to push aside his arrogance and finally approach you with the intent of kissing you until you couldn’t breathe.

you open the door, and your friend wastes no time, pressing a bag of your favourite sweets into your chest, pulling you into a tight hug, “babeee! thanks for lending me the textbook!” she chirps happily, “the teacher woulda given me an earful,” she pouts, planting a friendly kiss on your cheek.

you quickly reciprocate her hug, “aww, sweetheart, you really got these for me?” you laugh, placing your textbook and the candy bag on the foyer table, “you’re making me blush,” you add jokingly with a wink.

your boyfriend’s face contorted into one of confusion, his eyes narrowing as his fingers clenched the couch at his sides. he quickly moved towards you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you to his side with a frown.

“oh, rinnie, this is f/n, she’s one of my closest fr—” you try to speak, only to get cut off by rin, who was glaring daggers at the source of his frustration, the girl near the front door (and the bag of sweets).

“why is she so clingy?” despite his hardest efforts to appear unaffected by the affectionate pet names—and the kiss on your cheek— his voice betrayed his underlying jealousy and bitterness, “and ‘sweetheart’? seriously?”

you blink in both astonishment and shock, taken aback by rin’s uncharacteristic behaviour. this was a first. was he actually jealous? “rin, are you pouting?”

“hmph,” he glances away, “obviously not.”

“woahhh!! Is the itoshi rin jeal—” your friend was cut off mid-sentence by rin’s glare, warning her not to push her luck because his patience was wearing thin.

“ooh, w-well, i’m gonna leave now, haha– bye babe!”

you laugh, “sorry for his behaviour, swee— i mean, f/n,” you thank her for the gift and close the door behind her.

rin rolls his eyes, and then, without warning, he lifts you into his arms and carries you to your shared bedroom, “r-rin?” you softly gasp as you squirm against his chest.

“hm, you’re going to have to make it up to me,” he mumbles, gently laying you down on the bed as he snuggles closer to you. wrapping his arm around your waist, he pulls you so your back is pressed against his chest while his lips trail soft kisses along your neck, “alright?” he asks, though it’s evident he has no intention of stopping regardless of your response.

you relax your body as you allow him to decorate your neck with small hickies, “i’ve never seen you jealous before,” you smile teasingly, “funny how you called her clingy. who’s the clingy one now?”

he rolls his eyes, giving your waist a gentle squeeze as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his cheeks slightly pink,

“shut up.”

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yuitoru · 5 months

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Can you do Blue Lock Rin x female reader x Sae? The reader is a very sweet and kind girl. The Itoshi brothers are fighting for her love.

a/n: hi! i got this req twice so ill js answer this one and leave the other. if im being honest i had no idea how to write this and tbh i wasnt that comfortable writing something like this, so im really sorry if it wasnt like how you wanted it to be!!

ʚ ₊˚✧ ⠀⠀⠀ COMPETITION

incl : r.itoshi , s.itoshi

the itoshi brothers were known for their similar personalities - mannerisms especially. they shared the same qualities, and they hated each other for it - sarcasm, attitude, dry humour ... sae and rin were one of the same.

so it should have been expected when they both fell for the same girl, as similar as they are.

you were rin's friend initially, with the two of you being the same age and sae two years above you both. most of the time, you didnt speak to sae, either out of nerves, or fear of the older boy. it wasnt like sae had ever done anything to make you scared of him; he was just a lot older, making your younger self tremble in his presence.

however, as you and rin grew up together, he stared falling for you, and he fell hard. it was around halfway through your middle school years when he realised how much he actually liked you; someone had accidentally kicked a ball at your head, and rin took care of you - after having yelled at and punched the person who had hurt you. the thought that you were in pain and he couldnt take it away was too much for rin, and thats when he understood how he felt about you.

so, as any little brother does, rin's first thought is to confide in his brother. one day after school, rin was stood outside sae's bedroom door, his hand hesitating as he went to knock. pulling himself together, rin knocked gently on the door, and at the sound of his brother's voice telling him to come in, he walked into the room.

"i need your help"

was the first thing rin said. sae's eyes widened slightly before he relaxed and sat up on his bed, patting the space next to him for rin to come sit next to him. once he did, sae turned to look at him.

"well, whats up?"

"i think i like someone, and i dont know what to do..."

whatever sae was expecting, it wasnt that, and it showed. the shock on his face was present for a few moments before he calmed down, and ruffled his little brother's hair. by this point, sae had had his fair share of confessions, so he knew mostly how they were done.

"well, whos the lucky girl?"

"...yn"

with that, sae's entire world stopped. he felt his heart slow down and the hand in rin's hair fell limp. rin liked you? why did it have to be you? sae felt like crying in that moment, but he wouldnt let himself; he wasnt about to be weak in front of his little brother that liked the same girl as he did.

sae couldnt remember a time where he didnt like you. from the moment that the two of you met, sae thought that you were the cutest thing ever - a bundle of nerves as you struggled to hold eye contact with him. as the three of you grew up together, sae's feelings for you grew as well, and the fact that you had grown to be so pretty didnt help either. now sae was stuck in the moral dilemma of losing the possibility of you and him, or crushing his little brother's heart as such a tender and fragile age.

"...thats sweet .. rin."

"so, what do you think i should do??"

"just, tell her ... whats the worst that will happen, right..?"

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rinzsu · 5 months

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FLOWERS, MY LOVE .ᐟ

cw: itoshi rin, fluff, gender neutral, established relationship, wc 300+, this is by far my fav piece of mine your boyfriend has other methods to express his love for you

„rin.. what are you doing?“

silence, followed by the slight crunching sounds the paper made as he folded it. that’s right.

itoshi rin, sat on the floor of your living room, surrounded by loads upon loads of pastel pink paper, folding it into dozens of little flowers.

you took a step closer, picking up a blossom that was laying astray before examining it closely. it must’ve been one of his first tries.

it’s petals were uneven, with one or two of them bent downwards. overall it looked like it was on the brink of falling apart, disfigured by the way he must’ve haphazardly thrown it on the wooden floor in his frustration of messing it up.

you smiled. he must’ve spend hours on making these, you noted while looking at the bunch to his left, little pastel flowers piling upon another.

you took another step towards him, stopping beside him to examine the flower he was currently crafting.

it looked downright perfect, petals forming a little crown around a little silver gem in the middle of the blossom matching perfectly with the soft pastel pink of the paper.

“are these for me?”

your question seemed to have startled him, the little jump he made upon noticing your presence beside him gave him away.

he turned to look at you, cherry red tinting his cheeks as his eyes washed over with confusion and guilt.

“you’re home early. you weren’t supposed to see them before they’re done.”

you giggled at him. he looked at you embarrassed before turning back to his task at hand. stubborn as ever.

you watched as he turned the flower in his hand, it’s downside facing upwards as he took ahold of the liquid glue, filling it into the small hole on the bottom before carefully closing it with a soft green pipe cleaner.

he gently collected the other flowers beside him, adding the his newest creation into the bunch before tying it tightly with a cream colored ribbon.

your boyfriend took one last look at his masterpiece, handing it to you together with a small note after giving an approving nod and a satisfied hum.

you gratefully accepted the bouquet, hugging it close to your chest while reading the little note.

with love, your rin

you smiled. these last few days rin has been feeling guilty every time you said i love you.

you understood tho, knowing full well that some people have difficulties expressing their feelings verbally, especially this early into your relationship.

you turned to look at him again, anticipation and nervousness swimming in those teal orbs of his.

“thank you rinnie.”

i understand. i love you too.

note. this is a repost from my old blog. while i tried not to repost too many of my old works,, i just can’t live without this one for it is one of my favorite pieces

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seivsite · 10 months

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includes: itoshi rin x gn!reader. soft bf rin, very self indulgent, hinted pro player!rin, not proofread — wc: 184

Itoshi Rin, who stubbornly denies his true feelings for you, only revealing them when he’s frustrated, sick, or is clingy.

Itoshi Rin, who always acts “annoyed” by your displays of affection, yet secretly adores them.

Itoshi Rin, who secretly revels in your kisses, even though his outward demeanor may not show it.

Itoshi Rin, who memorizes every detail about you, from your favorite color to the specific way you like your favorite drink prepared.

Itoshi Rin, whose cheeks flush with a rosy hue whenever he sees you wearing his jersey, a surge of pride and confidence coursing through him when he spots you in the crowd during his matches.

Itoshi Rin, who instinctively touches you in subtle ways when in a crowded place, his hand protectively resting on your back or waist, guiding you through the throngs of people.

Itoshi Rin, who deliberately engages in actions to elicit a reaction from you, such as wiping his sweat with his shirt, revealing his toned abs, practicing yoga shirtless, or running his hand through his hair, all for the sole purpose of seeing your flustered expression.

NOTES. man rin is just sooooo… yeah

LIKES AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED! ‹3

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pashminalamb · 1 year

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𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓.

𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : 𝟎.𝟓

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : 𝐒𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐍𝐍𝐍 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 (𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞.)

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 : 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 '𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫' 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬- 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐖𝐜 : 𝟓.𝟏𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬.

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞-𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐘𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢, 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐑𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 (𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝟐𝟒 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬).

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐌𝐝𝐧𝐢, 𝟏𝟖+

˚୨୧⋆｡ (𝐀/𝐍) : 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚. 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 !! <𝟑

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐣𝐨𝐛𝐬, 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐣𝐨𝐛𝐬, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞), 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐣𝐨𝐛,𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐲.

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.

✦ 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐘𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢

It had been over two weeks now and every gesture of yours had been turned down by Yoichi. It wasn’t the fact that you were ‘sex depraved’ as he called it; you were just determined to make him lose.

Booty shorts with the lowest temperature set with the air conditioner on? He simply handed you a blanket with a smile, “It is cold.” Another time you bent over after spilling coffee all over the table on purpose as he was behind you on the couch hoping to get a reaction, only to find him poised and reading his book; making you sigh as if it was all for nothing.

Staring at the spilled coffee on the table, you felt a smirk crawl its way onto your lips.

This was sure to work.

Setting out a white shirt on the bed, you had your plan set out in motion for the next evening.

It had been a long day of practice for Isagi, beginning with a light sheen of sweat from the warmups he had to do and continuing to shed more salty perspiration after a game or two, pushing himself the hardest he can on the field. Sighing in exhaustion he dropped the bag to the floor, closing the door behind him as he walked into the house, eager to rest. Seeing you sit crossed legged on the couch, he gave a tired smile, walking over to you to place a kiss on your forehead.

“Welcome home.” you muttered, closing your book as you turned to look at him.

He seemed exhausted, freshly smelling of a body wash that he had showered himself with.

But you weren't going to go easy on him, making sure that he was ready to drop dead out of exhaustion once you were done with him at the end of the night, the reason behind the motive was to remind that the sex depraved one in the relationship wasn't you, teasing and edging him till he had begged you to let him cum.

“Can you pass me the bottle of water behind you on the table?” you asked, the wheels of your head turning as you prepared yourself for what you were planning to do next. “Sure.” he said, reaching over the bottle of water, unscrewing it and giving it to you.

It was showtime.

Taking sips of water, you made sure to expose your throat, knowing how weak Isagi was for it, knowing that he liked to bite and lick it when the two of you were intimate. What came next was more crucial.

Pulling the bottle away from your lips, you let it spill on your throat, as it cascaded down to the white shirt that now turned transparent, making the curves of your body stood out; your nipples standing hard from the chill air and the coldness of the water that you had spilled over your body as Isagi watched it happen, mesmerized by you. He swallowed, shifting uncomfortably as his cock began to stir in his pants, making him squirm on the arm of the couch.

“Fuck- I got water all over me” you said, pulling the shirt behind you, giving him a better view of your tits, making his self restraint weak as he wanted to grab and squeeze it.

It had been long since he last did this wasn’t it? The challenge seemed stupid compared to what he could have had and yet he denied himself. His hard on had become obvious, making the tent in his pants stand out.

You had won.

“It seems like my Yoichi has a problem with his pants. Want me to take them off, velvet?” you asked, looking up at him.

With the gulping of his saliva, he knew he had lost, as he watched you take off his pants and his hard member pointing towards you.

“Looks like my little rabbit has made quite the mess.” you remarked, giving him a teasing look at his cheeks had a violent blush spread through them. He watched you as you took his member into your mouth, sucking the tip of it as you gave him doe eyes, pushing his shirt up to reveal the v lines of this lower abdomen. Taking the hem of his shirt into his hands, Isagi watched as you took his member into your hand, stroking it while the string of precum connected from the tip of your tongue to his aching cock.

Feeling the tip of your tongue trace the underside of his cock, a moan escaping his lips; his hands loosening their grip on his shirt as they moved towards your head, wanting to push more of himself into your mouth, feeling the warm and wet muscles of it tightening around him as you sucked him many times before. He whined when he felt you pull away, the sudden cold air of the room making him shiver as his sensitive cock was out.

“Ah ah ah” you tutted, clicking your tongue, hand gripping his cock with a slight squeeze, making him whimper, his eyes clenching shut from the feeling of your fist around him.

“You lost.” you stated. "After nearly three weeks. Nearly a month, you think I’m gonna let you have your way?” you asked, watching as he looked away in shame, hands bunching up in the pants that were on his waist, the elastic of it sticking to his skin. Taking your messy fingers, you poked one into his mouth, the tip of your finger resting on his bottom teeth;

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, dumb rabbit.” you glowered, eyes flicking to his lip as they formed an ‘o’ around your finger.

“Suck” you ordered, watching as he lowered his gaze, the tips of his ears reddening at the sound of your words, yet sucked obediently, bobbing his head back and forth, tasting himself on you.

Using your forefinger you lifted his chin, retracing your thumb out of his mouth. “You like tasting yourself that much?” you teased.

“Shut up.” he muttered, looking away, a hand coming to swat yours away in defiance, little did he know that the ball was not in your court but his. Fisting your hand into his shirt, you brought him forward, lips on the shell of his ear, giving it a teasing lick that sent a shiver down his spine.

“I’m warning you now, Velvet. Pull that with me and I’ll make you regret it. You might have your way on the field and I might let you have your way in bed with me; but right now and right here? I’m the fucking referee. I decide if you get to play or not. Are we clear?” you said grimly. Not hearing an answer from him, your hand moved from his shirt to jaw, pulling it back; looking into his eyes.

“Are we clear, Yoichi?” the words coming out as more of a statement than a question.

“Yes.” “Good boy. Now here’s what we’re gonna do.” you said, looking to the side towards the clock that hung on the wall. “I’m giving you five minutes. Strip everything and wait for me on your knees on the bed, with your arms behind you. If you don’t do it, I will make sure you regret it; and I mean it. It’s not an empty promise.” you said, as he nodded.

“Go.” you ordered, hearing him stumble, taking his pants off with his shirt to follow, the sound of the creaking of the bed with a ‘fuck’ to follow, making a smirk make its way to your face.

The white shirt never failed.

✦ 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐑𝐢𝐧

If there was anything Rin was good at, it was the waiting game, the patience being stretched out into thin paper with the tension rising between the both of you as the weeks passed by when Rin had made up his mind to keep up the streak to prove you wrong. It was difficult for old habits to die hard and the same had been the case with Rin, his ego inflating when the challenge was brought to him, determined to prove you wrong along with winning. There were times when you had tried your best, letting your touches linger on his skin from the times you had been intimate with him, rather than giving into his carnal urges, Rin drew a line, leaving you with a pec rather than a heated and passionate kiss that would escalate to the bedroom.

You had tried your hardest, even making sure to wear clothes that hugged your figure, walking around the house without a bra, your nipples being seen through your shirt, yet all Rin was grunt and look the other way, holding the cup of coffee close his lips with one hand while the other held the magazine as his legs were crossed. It was one thing for actions to not be reciprocated back, but it was a completely different thing to have an outrageously handsome boyfriend who was not only a football player but also a yoga enthusiast.

Rin was sticking to his word as he sat in boxers on the yoga mat that was laid out in the living room, stretching his legs; the muscle on his thigh gaining prominence as he touched his toe with his hand, the sight giving you a view of an adonis-like body. He could feel your lingering gaze, but chose to ignore it, instead taking it a step further to prove the point that he wasn’t giving in anytime soon - raising himself on one hand, teal eyes staring right into yours.

‘I will win.’

He was trying to make you give in; yet… little did he do to remind himself that it took two tango, the only question remaining was who would give in first.

Over the next few days, you pondered over ways you could get Rin's attention, determined to make him lose. He was impatient with your touches, snatching his hand away from your offensively if your touch lingered for long, turning his back to you saying that you could take a chair and take things from the shelf if they were too high for you when you had worn the booty shorts that stuck a little too well to your rear, as he walked out of the room smirking at your ‘pathetic’ attempt at trying to get his attention. The cogwheels in your head turned, you were aware that Rin wasn’t one to give in easily, wanting a statement of defeat out of you, reveling in the humiliation that you had faced for not being able to control your urges. Folding your arms, you relaxed into the cushions of the sofa.

What could possibly make him snap?

If there was a weakness to rin, it would be his inability to control his emotions if the game was not in his hands anymore, unable to control the pieces on a chessboard. Eyes widening at the thought, you picked up your phone, typing away for the plan you had set up. If Rin thought he could win, you were there to slim his chances to none.

“And what are we doing at a downtrodden place like this?” Rin asked with an expression of disgust as he eyed the building in front of him up and down, loud music blaring from inside the building as the doors of the establishment opened and closed as bouncers stood in front of the door.

“It’s a club.” “It’s a pathetic excuse of one. Is this establishment even successful?” he sneered.

“This is where we were supposed to meet Kimiko.” you stated, grabbing the sleeve of his coat when he was about to turn and leave. “It’s rude manners to keep someone waiting, Rin.” you added, your eyebrows pinching with disappointment at him.

Grunting, he lowered his hand, pulling his sleeve away from you. “Fine.” he said, walking ahead of you into the club with you following him as he took long steps.

Once inside the club Rin crinkled his nose from the loud music, moving through the sea of people towards the table where Kimiko sat with her boyfriend.

The conversation was awkward with a round of drinks that were served; the quiet chattering of office work, gossip and old memories coming to life while Rin swirled his glass of whiskey. Getting up from your respective seats, your plan was set into motion as the three of you headed towards the dance floor, finding a space among the crowd to move your bodies to the rhythm of the blaring music while Rin stayed behind keeping an eye on you.

You knew Rin was not a fan of loud spaces, finding comfort in the soft murmurs of expensive restaurants with classical music as ambience. This was out of his comfort zone, an advantage to be used to set your plan into motion.

Moving your body with the sway of your hips, you danced to the music, feeling the euphoric high it gave you, making you look seductive and carefree; with the aim to attract unwanted attention, knowing that teal eyes were watching every movement from across the room.

You felt a stranger come up to you, arms on either side with the silent permission to be your dance partner. You accepted, moving into him with close proximity, rolling your body to the rhythm of the music, giving him a smile as you raised your hands into your hair.

Rin grit his teeth watching you get close to a stranger on the dance floor. His eyes never left you, gaze wandering to the skin that was exposed by your skirt, rolling higher as you raised your hands to feel the beat of the blaring loudspeakers around the room. Try as he might to compose himself, his hand clenching into the cloth of pants, threatening to rip it as he stared at you, giving the stranger an all too sweet smile as if you were happy to see him despite never knowing him. His patience snapped as he watched you raise your hands to your hair, exposing your neck while you danced.

Enough was enough for him. Getting up from the table with the push of his chair back, he drew the attention of the people nearby tables with the screeching of the chair against the floor. With heavy steps, he shoved against the crowd, walking towards where you were. Pushing the man away he gave a protest, he dragged you by the arm, pushing the doors of the exit violently.

Pressing you against the wall, he placed either arms on your side, staring into your eyes, nostrils flaring from anger and his jaw clenched.

“What the fuck did you think you were doing.” he sneered.

“Dancing.” you answered with a shrug.

“Don’t act dumb with me. You and I both know very well that that wasn’t dancing. Do you get off acting like a slut with another man?” he growled as you looked away unbothered.

Anger seeped through his veins as he came closer to you, his hand coming to squish your cheeks to make you face him.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.” he ordered.

You clenched your jaw, your hand coming to move his away with force, the other on his throat. Placing your foot next to his, you made him trip, spinning him around when he was against the wall, teal eyes widening in surprise as they stared at you as you pinned one of his arms pinned to the wall while you used your elbow to pin his opposite shoulder down.

“What’s wrong? Did the big bad football player lose his composure with me getting close to another man?” you mocked as his eyebrows pinched at your remark. “It was understandable for you to go with the stupid challenge, being the big headed person you are, but did you really ever take into account that I was being roped into an agreement I wasn’t a part of?” you asked grimly. “I had to watch you every fucking morning, stretching out on the yoga mat, taking all kinds of positions. You knew what you were doing. Tempting me when you’re the one who picked up the challenge. You thought you could make me give in with that? Hm?” you taunted, making him look to the side with his jaw clenched.

Placing your forefinger on his lower jaw, you moved it with force, making him look at you.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, Rin.” you ordered as you felt him take in a shaky breath.

“You wanna know what a slut is like?” you asked, a smile making its way to your face with your eyebrows raised, lifting your knee to rub against his cock. He gasped with a broken moan as he felt you move your knee up and down against his cock. “It seems like you already do.” you stated with a laugh, leaning into his ear to nibble it.

“Fuck you.” he said gritting his teeth.

“Don’t test me brat. We’re out in public. Do you want people on the street to see me take a football player at the back of the club?” you taunted, leaning more of your body weight onto him, the surface of your thigh rubbing against his dick, feeling the bulge in his pants.

“Then again, you would like that wouldn’t you?” you asked, continuing to rub against it, making him lean the back of his head onto the brick wall behind him, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed his spit.

“Who knew the big bad Rin was actually such a pathetic slut vying for attention? What? Got angry that I gave it to another man?” you grit out, grinding your thigh into his crotch, making him moan while slipping two fingers into his mouth until the tips of it hit the back of his throat. “Hold your moans in, slut. There are people watching us.” you said, “Suck on them. Get them nice and wet for me.”

He did as you told, rolling his tongue on the underside of your fingers, his lips sucking on your digits with sloppiness.

“Good boy. It seems like you can listen.” you said, moving your fingers back and forth, hearing him gag lightly. You continued to do so until you pulled your fingers away from his lips, a string of saliva connecting to his mouth. Even if his eyes were clouded with lust you could see a hint of stubbornness mixed with anger in them as they stared at you.

“What? Didn’t like my fingers down your throat?” you asked with a smirk, wiping your wet fingers on his coat while your other hand moved from his pinned forearm, to his throat. “Imagine how I take your cock. Remember the times where you’d push my head forward to take all of you in?” you asked, dragging the tip of your finger down the expanse of his throat until you had reached a few centimeters under his Adam's apple, the tip of it digging into the skin of it lightly.

“Here.” you said, moving towards him to kiss the area, running your tongue on it, making him shudder. “That’s how far you go on days you decide to face fuck me. And look at you, choking and gagging around just two fingers. Pathetic.”

Taking a step back, you gave him space, watching him blush wildly, the uncomfortable bulge in his pants quite visible along with a wet spot that was from the precum that seeped through his boxers.

“Tch. Fuck off.” he mutterred. Tapping his cheek twice, his teal eyes stared into yours. Raising two fingers to tap against his cheek, you watched as he raised his hand to swat it away, with you catching his wrist in your hand, fingers tightening around it.

“You might be big and strong Rin, but in all honesty; you can whine like a bitch in bed.” you stated, taking your phone out of your pocket, playing an audio recording that you had secretly had when you were bouncing on him making him moan and whine, his eyes widening at the clipping. Reaching out his other hand, he tried reaching for it, eager to take it out of your hands.

“Ah ah ah.” you tutted, clicking it shut and pocketing it as he looked at you with a mean glare.

“Glare at me all you want, brat. That was just a demonstration of the last time when I was giving you pleasure. But when we get home…” you whispered, pulling him by the sweater he wore. “I am going to break you. Until you’re nothing but a drooling mess.”

You pulled away, watching him caste his gaze down in shame. “The tent in your pants is too obvious. Cover it with your coat.” you ordered as he did so, shamefully. “Let’s go home.”

✦ 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

There were times when you had a hard time interpreting Meguru, wondering if he was serious or just oblivious. It had been two weeks ago when he had told you about taking up the challenge. He had stuck to his word, but his actions had made you frustrated with the mornings where he would hold your waist, fingertips digging into your hips as he kissed your neck, licking the side of it like a puppy; or the times when you would lean over the counter, reaching for an item on the cabinet and he would teasingly slap your ass, announcing his arrival. He had always been affectionate, relying on physical touch and often at times, his gestures moving from the boundary of being affectionate to being sensual. Over a period of days, he would make it difficult, nuzzling into you in the morning, hands slipping under your shirt, teasing the space between your tits with the light drag of his fingertips; or climbing into your lap when you read the magazine, nuzzling into your neck as a sign of affection, until you had decided that you had had enough.

If there was a kink that you knew Meguru had, it had to be when he saw you working at your pottery table, throwing clay on the table as you used water to smoothen it out. A plan formed in your brain, wanting to pay him back for his unconscious teasing. A gentle reminder during the month wouldn’t hurt would it?

Looking at the clock, you changed into one of his shirts, making sure to take off your bra along with it. He was to be home soon, and you were determined to teach him a lesson for leaving you high and dry on days that he had become sensual, leaving you to take care of yourself.

“I’m home!” Bachira announced, tossing his duffle bag to the side of the room as it landed on the sofa, taking his shoes off messily at the entrance of the house. Not hearing a response, he wandered further into the house, searching for you.

“Toki?” he asked, stepping into the room where you sat by the lamp, hands placing the large clump of clay in the middle of the wheel. You had barely started, wanting to make him watch you as you began to shape the clay as you sat in his shirt, the wheel turning and the top of the blunt clay now became narrow, forming into a phallic shape.

“Yes, sunflower?” you answered, hearing his sock covered feet make their way to you across the wooden floor of the room.

“It seems like the artist is inspired during late hours… didn’t you wanna work during the day when sunlight came in?” he chuckled, watching as you shaped the clay, hands moving sensually around it, your figure looking seductive in the shadow of the lampshade.

“What can I say? It comes to me naturally.” you rasped, raising a teasing eyebrow at him. “Wanna throw some clay with me?” you offered, making some space for him in front of you, kicking a cushion on the empty space between your feet with your hands covered in the light gray of the clay. Eyes lighting up, Bachira took off his jacket and jersey, knowing that they were going to get dirty as he had been sloppy with clay, wanting to sit in his boxers. Ducking under your forearm, he shifted his form under you, hands holding your forearms to get adjusted, his feet pushing the potter’s wheel a little away to make space for himself; not knowing that he had fallen into your trap.

Hands coming on the clay between yours, he touched it lightly, getting the tips of his fingers messy. Taking your hands off the spinning clay, you placed it over his, mimicking his sensual movements from days prior, sliding the pads of your fingers across his knuckles.

Meguru felt your hands on his hands, circling around his wrists, your teasing touch on his knuckles as he tried to focus on the clay. Deciding to pay no attention, he shifted uncomfortably, shaking dirty thoughts off his mind.

Deciding to push forward, you put the second step of the plan in place, cupping his knuckles and leaning forward, pressing your breasts on his neck.

“You’re doing so well, sunflower.” you whispered, coming close to the shell of his ear.

Meguru could feel your breasts push against his neck, a wild blush blooming on his cheeks at the feeling of it when his cock started to harden slowly in his boxers as he turned in the opposite direction of your face, pulling his ear away from you.

“So sensitive…” you remarked, clenching your hands around his and ruining the clay, his expression pinching into a confused one at the sight.

The wheel had stopped. Moving your hands from the messy clump of clay in front of you, you leaned down to move it towards his torso, teasing the line between his abs with a light trail of clay, the gray remnants of it making him shiver as it hardened on his skin, dragging your fingertips up to his neck, teasing the surface of it with your hands until you had cupped it, feeling him swallow under your palm.

Tilting his back, you made his honey-like gaze meet yours, making him gasp in the process as his hands came to rest on yours while the other held your other forearm, smearing the clay on it.

“Do you know how difficult you’ve made this week for me, Meguru?” you asked, tilting your head to the side. “Day after day even if you were doing the stupid challenge, I’ve had to deal with your torturing touches, mornings where you’d tease me, spank my ass, lick my neck… and then what would you do?” you asked him grimly, your thumb and forefinger squeezing the sides of the column of his throat.

“You’d go out of the house as if nothing happened… leaving me to deal with what you started.”

“Do you really get that much joy on leaving me and dry, Meguru?” you asked, leaning into his face, hand pushing by his throat into your lap, kissing his lips. Meguru moaned into the kiss as it became sloppy, your tongue moving against his. “Open your mouth.” you commanded as he did what you asked, letting your saliva drip sweetly on the surface of it. Pulling back you watched as his honey like gaze turned into that of a lusted one, eager to please you.

“Look at you taking my spit so sweetly into your mouth.” you cooed, thumb slipping to hold the tip of his tongue down. “You’d be really happy to take it too wouldn’t you?”

Bachira’s eyes widened in excitement, enticing a scoff out of you.

“You’re such a slut, Meguru. Getting excited from just my spit.” you said, letting go of his tongue.

“Swallow it.” you ordered.

Closing his lips, he continued to gaze at you, his adam's apple bobbing once he had.

“Turn around and face me.” you stated, letting go of his throat. Meguru obeyed, kneeling on the cushion, as he gazed up at you, mouth partly opened, heated breaths escaping it. “Open your mouth and show me. I wanna see if you’ve swallowed it all like a good boy.” you asked, your middle and forefinger resting under his chin while your thumb pressing down on his bottom lip lightly. Taking the hint, Bachira opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out.

“Good boy.” you praised, petting the tresses of his hair. Running your hands into his hair, you tugged lightly at the roots of it, making him groan with his eyes closed, his hands twitching by his sides, aching to touch you.

“You wanna touch me Meguru?” you asked, making him open his eyes, his gaze burning into yours.

“Take my pjs and panties off.” you ordered as he nodded, hands circling around your calves, not caring if he smeared clay on them. Sliding his hands up your legs, he hooked two of his thumbs to the waistband of your pajamas pulling them down along with your panties, his eyes staring right at your drooling cunt.

Swiping two fingers of your juices, you prodded at his lips. Looking into your eyes, Bachira opened his mouth, taking both of them in, sucking on them earnestly, his hands on your thighs, massaging them sensually, his cock making an obvious tent in his boxers. Your gaze casts down to his boxers, the bulge catching your attention. “You need some relief sunflower?” you asked, making him nod slightly, his gaze looking at your lips in a silent ask for you to suck him off.

“I know what you want, Meguru.” you said, tilting your hand to make him look at you. “And you won’t be having it.” You slid your foot on his bulge, teasing it with the tip of your toes. “After what you did, my mouth is a privilege for you.” you stated, gazing down at him as he moaned around your fingers, letting go of it as he bucked his hips up, wanting more friction to get himself off.

You teased him, using the underside of your foot to rub up and down on his bulge, his hands moving from your thighs behind to either side of him, his back arched as he stared at you, rolling his hips to each of your movements, grinding his cock into you, his boxers starting to feel wet from your ministrations as you teased him.

Meguru could feel himself getting close as his moans began growing louder and his thrusts got sloppier.

He whined when he felt you pull your foot away, his eyebrows pinching from the ache in his boxers.

“You thought I’d let you have your way just because you decided to obey me?” you asked, crossing your leg over the other.

“Do you know how many times you’ve teased me this week?” you asked him, as he looked at you perplexed.

“Four times.” you stated, raising four fingers to him. His honey-like eyes moving from your fingers to your face. “And do you know what that means Meguru?” you added, one hand cupping both his cheeks to make him look at you. “That means I get to edge you three more times.” you said, his eyes widening.

“And I’m gonna make each one longer than the last.” you drawled, moving to peck him on the lips.

He had lost.

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— cardboard hearts

itoshi rin x reader | 0.7k

you walk in on him being cute, and are happy to tease him for it (lovingly)

rin had no idea what he was doing. he hardly did anything new, so doing something so unusual was a novelty to him.

at its core though, it was most definitely you. looking out at the table in front of him, he deduced it was completely you. you were certainly the only one who could make him do something so stupid.

when you finally happened to walk in the room, the panic in his eyes was unmistakable even if calm settled on his face just seconds after.

you were confused, not only as to why he was sitting at a table in front of a mound of brightly colored cardboard paper, but also as to why he looked so panicked.

“rin?” you questioned.

“uh-“ he scrambled to cover the evidence, fully ready to deny everything in front of him.

upon further inspection, though, you quickly saw the cut up cardboard paper and realized much of it was cut into small rainbows of hearts.

“oh.” you spoke after it clicked in your mind. you gently laughed, delighted at the concept, before beginning to search for confirmation. “those are for me?”

rin swallowed thickly, his reply so hasty he didn’t stop to think about it. “no.” he answered, except it was more of a question than an answer.

he cursed himself—he’d always considered himself to be a much better liar. maybe it was the unfamiliar situation—never had he been caught cutting out bright paper hearts by their theoretical recipient.

your eyebrows raised, and you were wholly unable to believe even half of the statement. still, you found his horrible denial to be all the more endearing.

“it’s not really…” his voice trailed off as he tried to begin, unsuccessfully. “it's actually supposed to be…”

you laughed and walked forward to kiss your boyfriend on the corner of the lips. “yeah?” you teased. “who’re they for rin?”

he scoffed, though clearly much more calmed compared to his previously wholeheartedly embarrassed state.

“for you.” he paused, not at all past the point of hesitation “ ‘m not sure what exactly they were meant for, though.”

you grinned and picked up a sky-blue heart. rin did the same with a pale pink one, looking at it as if it would distract you from his flushed face.

you were of course undistracted, as you again leaned forward to kiss his lips, which he resignedly returned in full.

after 3 days of being gone at an away game, rin was finally able to return to your home. while not exactly tired, he was certainly sick of being forcefully engaged in lukewarm conversation, and being apart from you.

once you opened the door, you held your arms open so he was able to walk in and reciprocate—he’d showered at his hotel before leaving.

when he tried to kiss you though, you turned your head to the side and took a step back.

“huh?” he questioned, wondering if and what he did to make you mad. it was probably something he said on a call or before leaving, but he wasn’t sure of what.

as if it answered his questions though, you held up a small purple heart he recognized as cutting out a few days before.

he’d thought a lot about that interaction while gone, and came to the conclusion that there was something temporarily wrong with him. unbeknownst to him you’d done the same and were happy to conclude along with chigiri, that your boyfriend was a simp.

his face contorted upon recognizing the heart, and realizing that he likely wouldn’t in fact not be getting the kiss.

hours later, though, revenge was at last served when you forgot all about teasing him and moved to kiss him; finally allowing him to hold up the green heart he’d been carrying for the past few hours in anticipation.

and, impressively soon, both of you forgot—or rather, gave up on—the hearts.

though, that didn’t mean that the red heart tucked inside of your phone case ever had to be removed.

a/n: this was almost 400 words shorter, but i hope i was able to make him that much dumber

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