#itoshi rin imagine

[pashminalamb]

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. 

[sleepingpillscosmos]

INK — rin itoshi

pairing: rin itoshi x fem!reader.

warnings/content: both rin and reader are tattoo artists and have tattoos. maybe ooc rin [?]. suggestive towards the end.

wc: 2.9k.

requested: no.

a/n: I love and hate this at the same time? tf is wrong with me. please let me know what you think or I'll probably go crazy 😭.

You cleaned and sanitized your room after the last client of the day left. It wasn't a particularly busy day, just a couple of clients with relatively small tattoos to be done. Plus they all loved your sketches so you didn't have to change anything before starting your work. You left your room and approached Isagi, who sat at the front desk checking his phone, since the work for the day was pretty much done for everyone.

"Isagi, Rin's still here or did he already leave?" you asked leaning on the desk, he lifted his gaze from his phone, "He's still here. I think he's working on some designs in his room or something."

You thanked him and made your way in front of Rin's door. You knocked, as for asking the permission to enter, and quickly entered the room, closing the door behind you, when his response arrived soon after. Rin sat on his office chair, with his feet on the desk, his iPad on his lap and the pen in his dominant hand.

"Hi Rin, I want to ask you something." you started, making some steps towards him and fidgeting with your hands, something that Rin noticed you did often when he first met you. He looked at you, before signing with his free hand to continue.

"I know you really hate doing this, and I feel really bad asking you this." his eyes snapped back at you, you offered him a tight lipped smile before continuing, "So, I've been working on a new sketch for a new tattoo for some time now, and I would really love to get it. The problem is, I usually tattoo myself, I've been doing it since I started to tattoo, but this project is a back piece, so I can't do it myself in any way. My question is, could you do it for me?"

He simply stared at you, not saying a single word. After a few seconds you started to regret even thinking to ask him. You knew he never tattooed other's works, and you couldn't really blame him for it since you did the same thing. He was really selective with his clients, if he didn't like the idea they wanted to get, he had no problem telling them to go to another tattooer. Some might say it's stupid and unprofessional, but Rin didn't really care. "Forget it! It was stupid of me for even   asking-" "Let me see the sketch.".

You blinked twice, making sure you weren't imagining things, then you quickly made your way back to your room to grab the sketch and go immediately back to Rin, earning a confused look from Isagi, who practically saw you running for your life to your room and back to Rin's. You handed your iPad to Rin to let him see your idea. He looked at it for some minutes, zooming to see some of the details you drew, while you waited patiently beside him to hear what he thought about it.

"As you said, I don't usually tattoo other's work," he started, handing the device back, you took it back, nodding to him as for saying that you understood. You kind of expected his response. "But, since you can't do it yourself, for obvious reasons, and because I like the design, I can do it for you.".

You smiled widely, "That's great. Real fucking great. Thank you so much.".

"When are you free to do it?" you asked, hoping you didn't have to wait too much. "It should take five or six hours, if you want it in black and gray. So if you're free tonight, I can do it now.". You nodded immediately, you wanted to get it as soon as possible. You worked on it for months, and you were more than free tonight. "While I prepare everything can you go and print the stencil?" "Sure".

You exited the room with a smile that reached your ears and excitement that was radiating off of you. "Can you print this stencil Isagi?" you sang and he took your iPad to start printing the stencil, "You're starting something like this now?" he asked curious and you nodded, "Rin told me that if I was free tonight he could do it immediately, and knowing he has lots of clients I couldn't say no to him.".

Isagi's eyes widened, "Isn't this your drawing? Rin's doing it for you?" "I wasn't expecting it either, trust me." he scoffed shaking his head and smirking slightly, you looked at him suspiciously, "What?", but he brushed you off with his hand and gave you the stencil, "Have fun.".

You went back to Rin once again, and fortunately he was taking out the last few things he needed.

"Take off you shirt, you can leave your bra on but you have to unbuckle it." you nodded, already familiar with his instructions as you did the same job as him. Once you were ready, with one of your arms keeping your bra in place, he shaved the part of your back that he was going to tattoo before placing the stencil on your skin. "You can check if you like the placement.". 

You went in front of the mirror in his room, checking as best as you could the placement. "It's perfect.",

You lay down to get started, with your right cheek on the leather of the tattoo chair and your arms dangling. Rin sat down beside you, with his tattoo machine in his gloved hand ready to start. Once the needles started to poke you skin, you suddenly understood why your clients seemed to be in so much pain when you tattooed their backs. You hissed slightly, squinting your eyes, "Low pain tolerance?" Rin teased and you could see the little smirk on his face on the mirror, which was near where you two were. You didn't answer him but rolled your eyes, deciding that it would be better.

He continued to work on your skin, while you watched him thanks to the reflection of the mirror. You had to admit that you looked a bit like a creep, but seeing his concentrated expressions, which weren't much different from his usual stoic one, was strangely relaxing, and you didn't really have much else to do in this position.

"Why did you ask me to do this out of everyone in this studio?" he asked curiously while he wiped the ink in excess with a paper towel. "Well, Isagi started to tattoo people a few weeks ago, and, even if I think he's really talented, he still needs to improve. Bachira is really good too, but his style is the opposite of mine, Chigiri's style too. So the only one left was you." "So I was your last resort?" He asked half jokingly, "Actually you were my first choice, idiot." He met your eyes for a few seconds in the mirror, asking you to continue with your explanation.

"Our styles are pretty similar, so you were the obvious choice, plus I really like your works. At first I didn't even consider the others, but then I didn't have the courage to ask you." you confessed to him, "Why?" "I saw how you respond to the clients who ask you to do other's work, and I have to say I was actually scared." you laughed slightly, trying not to move too much, and you saw the little scoff that Rin let out.

"Am I that scary? You've known me for years." he asked. "You look like you want to murder those people! I was ready to get killed when I knocked at your door today!". You could be a bit dramatic at times, but Rin let out an amused laugh after hearing you being scared of him.

After hours of works, and after loads of pain, too much pain, you were finally done. Rin cleaned for the last time all the ink in excess and let you go to check your new tattoo. "I love it!" you turned to him, "Thank you so much, again." He brushed you off, saying that it was nothing. You looked again at your back, happy to finally have your sketch on your skin, before going back to Rin to let him apply the second skin over your tattooed skin. 

"I don't think I have to explain to you how to take care of the tattoo." he said while securing that the film was well applied with his palms, you scoffed jokingly. "What if I don't know?" "Then you wouldn't be as good as I thought at your job." 

He went to clean everything while you dressed, but you stopped before even putting on your t-shirt, realizing that you bra was still unbuckled and you couldn't buckle it yourself, without taking it off completely, because of the second skin. "Could.. ehm.. could you buckle my bra?". Saying that you looked like a tomato was understatement. "Sure" he answered before placing himself behind you, reaching for the two parts of your bra to buckle them. You could feel his breath on your skin, and even if he literally had his hands on you for hours until a few minutes ago, it felt strange. It felt different.

You quickly dressed to help Rin clean everything so that you two could finally go home and eat, since it was 11 pm and neither of you put something that wasn't water in you stomach since lunch. Fortunately Isagi already cleaned the reception, so all you had to do after cleaning Rin's room was to switch off all the lights and lock the front door of the studio.

While Rin was locking the door, you searched for your house keys in your back pack. "Oh fuck me." you said defeated, "At least take me to dinner first" he said teasingly and you hit him weakly. "Idiot. I forgot my keys at home and my roommate is out of town right now, so I have to sleep in my car." you whined to him, "You can crash at mine if you want." he said, looking at everything but you. "Really?" he nodded in response.

You two made your way to Rin's car, and after a short ride, you were finally in front of his apartment. It was the first time you went to his place, and it totally reflected his personality. It was very clean and tidy, the furnitures were all in the tones of black and gray and the walls were anthracite gray. The only touches of colour were the few photos he put on his furnitures and the multiple drawings hanged on the walls, probably made by himself, since you could recognize his personal style.

"I still have to the grocery store this week, so the fridge is nearly empty. But I should have some cup noodles." he said looking in the cabinets in his kitchen, you hummed in response, leaning on the counter. When he finally found them, he put some water to heat. While you waited for the water to boil, Rin changed his clothes and then he got you an old t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants from his closet, so that you could change too. You changed in the bathroom, then you looked at your reflection in the mirror. You looked a bit ridiculous. His clothes were big on you, making you look shorter than your actual height. But they were comfortable. And smelled good too.

You went back to the kitchen and fortunately your very luxurious dinner was ready. You both nearly devoured your dinner, still standing in the kitchen, making small and nonsense talks between bites. Once you both finished, the talks transformed into a real conversation about your job. You didn't bother to move to his couch or anywhere else, you just leaned on the counter facing each other. It was interesting hearing about how he got his inspirations for his sketches and how he decided to do this job, as you never had the opportunity to talk with him about this things, even in all these years you were friends and worked together.

"How many tattoos do you have?" you asked curiously, you've seen a couple of them on his arms and hands, but you were sure those weren't the only ones. He thought about your question for a few seconds before answering, "About eleven, I think. You?" he questioned back. "Seven, and I'm planning on doing a lot more. I'll probably get some of my favorites from my portfolio. Can I see yours?" you said excitedly, he nodded starting to show you the ones on his arms and hands, with which you were already familiar. Then he proceeded to show the one on his calf, which you already saw when he changed into some shorts earlier. The next ones were one on his knee and one on the back of his thigh.

He turned his back to you, taking off his shirt to show you the tattoo on his back. The tattoo was beautiful, it took all the upper part of his back. You took a couple of steps closer to get a better look to all the details, while Rin explained to you why he got the tattoo in question. Something he did with every tattoo he showed before. He turned back to face you again, finding you a lot closer than before, but he didn't make any move to put distance between the two of you. 

For last he showed you the two tattoos on his clavicles, which were mirrored. "This ones are so cool." you reached out to lightly graze your finger tips on them, amazed by their beauty. "Yeah, and they hurt like a bitch." he said, and you chuckled softly, moving your eyes to look in his for a few seconds before turning them back on his skin.

The room suddenly became quiet. Rin observed your movements, you retreated your hands and he already missed the slight heat of your fingertips on his skin. You lifted your gaze again, wondering why he became so silent all of a sudden. You looked in each others eyes for a few seconds. Rin moved first, slightly moving his face towards yours to see what you would do. When he saw you didn't back down, he crushed his lips with yours.

Your hands went immediately to his neck, while one of his was on your left cheek and the other found place on your hip. The kiss was heated from the very first moment, with the both of you growing more and more eager to feel the other by the second. His hands reached you back thighs, helping you to hop on the counter behind you, without stopping the kiss. He positioned himself between your legs, one of the hands remained on your thigh while the other returned to your cheek. When the both of you were breathless, Rin detached from your lips, deciding to leave a trace of kisses from your jaw to your collarbone and back, leaving you panting heavily to catch your breath.

"Wait a moment." you said still a bit out of breath, Rin hummed in response, not stopping his movements, but continuing to kiss your neck. Your hands, which previously moved on the nape of his neck, grabbed his shoulders to stop him completely, "We should stop.".

He looked at you puzzled, "What?" You took a deep breath, "I can't over-sweat. You know this. We should stop." you repeated, even if you really didn't want to. You couldn't risk to get a tattoo infection. 

Rin removed your hands from his shoulders, "Don't worry, I have the AC in my room." he said before kissing you again, just as eager as before. You had to stop yourself from laughing, but Rin could feel your slight smile on his lips. When he understood you wouldn't stop him again, he lifted you nearly effortlessly. You yelped in surprise, lacing your arms around his neck and your legs around his hips. He smirked in return, making his way to his room with you in his arms.

[shikinnie]

Just hold my hand

«okay, i trust you.»

ice-skating with your bf rin! except he is not very skilled...

"you got this.. you got this.. yo-" and he fell.. again. you two were currently at the rink on a date, but it's rin's first time and he can't stop but falling.

of course it doesn't bother you, it would be quite the opposite in fact. after all he's so adorable (and hot) in these skates and the way he can't stop but looking at his feet while his hands are on yours, makes him look ,oh, so cute. besides, it's not like you could just leave him and go skate freely. where would be the purpose of this date?

in reality, at first he was completely against this idea. liking ice-skating or not wasn't the problem but.. he doesn't know how to skate. you're gonna tell me that he can still learn, where's the problem? and the problem is.. you. He absolutely hates the idea of looking like an incompetent in your eyes or some loser.

"it's okay, try again babe!" you smile at him without even a dust of despise in your eyes. "i'll make you succeed!" you said while taking his hands and raising him off the icy ground. "i just can't do it, i play football not this shit. you're not even having fun with me around, i just keep falling anyway." he looked away, getting ready to watch you leave him and go skate on your own. but you're not moving, you're staying right there. pulling on his hands, still on yours, you make him slide close to you and with one hand you reach out to his now rosy cheek, and not from the cold, getting his attention back.

"look, i'm having fun here with you right now more than with anyone else or alone." he swears your voice is the softest thing he could ever hear in his life. "and you know why with you and not someone else ? because i love you, you and your adorable panicked expression each time you make a move, sweetie" with this, you give him a quick peck to his lips, making him lean in. in response to this, rin replies with one hand raising his scarf in order to hide his now reddish cheekbones. "are you sure?" and he hopes you'll say yes. "is that even a question, my love?" he raises a bit more his scarf. "stop with the pet names.."

"oh? you don't like it baby?" your grin was getting wider. "it's not that.. you're just gonna make me shake hands with the ground once again if you continue." you laugh and hug him, you just can't resist to his cuteness. "so, let's try again!" you take his hands and start slowly skating backwards, dragging him along with you, as the panicked expression regains rin's face. "you got this love, just push your feet slowly" and he does as you say...without falling! "see? told ya!" your face gets more bright as soon as you see a smile on your lover's one.

"okay, now i'll let go of-" he cuts you off immediately after hearing you wanted to let go of him, tightening his grip on your hands. "no! don't." you let out a little sigh. "rin, you can do it. i know i-" he interrupts you again. "no, i still don't want to." his puppy eyes don't let you much of a choice. (damn we have a soft rin here, just take him at the rink)

"okay, then let's skate side by side, hold just one of my hands" he hesitates but your soft and reassuring gaze convinces him easily. "okay, i trust you." you start skating again, leading him by your hand and he keeps pushing on his feet till it becomes almost automatic, and he lifts his head to you, already looking at him lovingly.

He blushes but returns the gaze, and you're sure you'll definitely make him come again..

[ode2rin]

clingy!rin is my favorite rin <3

it’s 4:30 am, and rin is now wide awake.

rin woke up 30 minutes before his alarm went off. his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. he blinked a few times, his brain slowly registering that something was off.

that's when he saw your figure turning away from him, your back facing him. you weren't cuddled in his arms like how he remembered falling asleep.

he frowned, his eyebrows furrowed, a typical expression he held in his everyday life, but never towards you. never because of you. except now.

this was the first time it happened. or was it? did you always slip away from his hold when he was fast asleep? did you not like having him close like how he wanted you snuggled in him? or maybe he did something wrong last night? was it something he said? he couldn't recall.

all he knew right now was that he didn't like it. you don’t get to do this to him, rin thought. cuddles were a must for him to function properly! he will never tell you that but he knows you know that!

he laid there for a moment, staring at your back. as much as he hated what was happening right now, he didn't want to wake you up. because as much as you love and adore rin, the earliest of waking up as a part of the pro-athlete life was something you would never try. who in their right mind would wake up at the crack of dawn just to be tired all over again? definitely not you.

rin continued staring at you until his alarm went off. the loud blaring of his alarm stirred you from your sleep. slowly, you turned to rin, and your sleepy eyes blinked up to meet his narrowed ones.

uh oh. someone didn’t have a great sleep, you thought.

“your alarm, rinnie. time to start the day.” you said.

that’s all you could say? no explanation? fine. 

rin let out what seemed like a huff, causing you to open your eyes. lo and behold, rin was pouting.

rin itoshi was pouting. at 5 am.

curious as to what was making your lover sulk so early in the morning, you reached out to cup his jaw. “what’s wrong, baby?” you asked softly.

“you.”

it was now your turn to frown. “me? what do you mean?”

“you were turned away from me.” rin said, his voice barely louder than a whisper.

you must be on a mission to completely infuriate him as you utter a “huh?” in response.

“i woke up and you were turned away from me.” rin replied, a little bolder and louder this time.

“oh.”

rin scoffed at your realization, completely opposite to the smile forming on your lips. 

you opened your arms, beckoning him closer. “come here, rinnie,” you said, your voice tender and soothing.

rin might be feeling a little grumpy, but who was he to decline such a sweet offer?

slowly, rin laid himself in your arms, his face buried in your neck as he took his time to get lost in your scent.

you stroked rin's hair, “i'm sorry,” you said, leaving a gentle kiss on his forehead, kissing the grumpiness away, “i must have moved in my sleep.”

rin let out a sigh at your answer, accepting that it was out of your control.

he wrapped his arms around you tighter, pulling you close to him. “just don't do it again,” he said, his voice hot against your neck. “i need you close to me.”

you smiled at his words. even if your boyfriend might be frequently grumpy and unconventionally clingy, you still wouldn’t have it any other way.

[yeonniesblog]

— bllk boys reaction to you pranking them with nudes/exposing picture and telling them it wasn't meant for them.

nsfw words used. slight ooc remarks but it's just for fun | masterlist

this was requested by @joyfulenthusiastwitch

[saekkas]

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

summary: in which someone flirts with them, but they're only looking at you.

includes: isagi, nagi, reo, yukimiya, rin, sae, kunigami, kaiser, karasu, bachira, aiku.

notes: this one's shorter than the one before but still, go wild my loves <3

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐆𝐔𝐘 who values you very much. is the type to be very secure in the relationship; doesn't like any unnecessary drama and is definitely ready to move onto the next stage. wouldn't really care about the other person but will not tolerate having his boundaries crossed. especially when it's clear that he's yours and yours only.

isagi, yukimiya, bachira, nagi.

his eyes are on his phone, feet tapping against the tiles of the cafe. it's a hole in the wall that he's used to frequenting with you, so much that the staff know your orders by heart. the line is short, seats mostly empty, as the rush hour has passed. the rain is pouring against the window beside him, and he taps his finger on the table to their rhythm.

tilting his head, his eyes find you in the middle of the line. you're focused on the menu, your bottom lip between your teeth as you scan the list of food and beverages. it makes him smile, chuckling under his breath because he knows you'll end up getting what you usually do. he gets onto his feet, wallet in hand, when you're finally set to order.

"hi. good morning, how are you?" your sweet voice tickles his ear as he approaches, his heart warm and sated as you go through your usual routine.

"hey." he presses a kiss to your head, wrapping a hand around your waist. his lips trail down, stopping at your cheek, a smile pressed against the skin as he hears you giggle. "what's taking so long?"

the cashier smiles, amused at the sight. "mornin' i'm great. how about you two lovebirds?"

"we're good," he answers for you both, an easy-going expression on his face. he looks down, scrunching his nose at you while you giggle at his answer. "just waiting for this angel to finish ordering."

"we'll have matcha latte, caramel macchiato, and a blueberry cheesecake please. the usual." he tilts his head, looking for your confirmation. he smiles proudly, chest puffing when you nod your head.

"i'll pay," you say as you show your card to the cashier, smiling at her. he chuckles, letting you take the bill this time. "how much will it be?"

the drinks are out in a second, the green and brown a contrast against each other. there are two pairs of utensils on the plate, and he thanks the staff for their work, taking the tray into his hand. "i'll take these to our table first, okay?" he looks over his shoulder, a gentle look in his eye as he processes just how... domestic this all feels.

"yeah, i'll be there in a minute. i need to go to the bathroom." you smile at the cashier one last time, tucking your purse into your bag. you glare playfully, poking your tongue at him. "don't you dare finish the cheesecake before i'm back."

he pokes his tongue back, a laugh breaking loose from his chest. "no promises."

he sits back down, placing the food on the table as he goes back to drumming his fingers. the rain doesn't look as if it'll be stopping any time soon, wind combining with water to shower the earth clean. he looks at his watch, mentally thinking about making dinner later with you. a smile grows at the thought.

there's a shadow in the corner of his eye that he assumes is you. he smiles, ready to lean over and press a kiss, only to stop when his eyes meet a stranger instead. "sorry." he backs away, a furrow in his eyebrow as he looks around, searching for you. "you've got the wrong table."

"no. it's okay. i've definitely got the right table." the stranger lays it thick with a high-pitched tone, and fluttering eyelashes. "hi, handsome. here's my number."

he watches as she slips a piece of paper onto the table, confusion blending into annoyance when she leans over to take his hand. "look," he says with a frown, pushing his hands into his pockets. he's very obviously looking in the direction you went off in. "you've got the wrong table and i'm already with someone."

"ah but i don't see this someone?" the smile on her face is pushing at his limits. his jaw ticks when she moves to sit beside him. "c'mon, handsome. give me a chance."

the bathroom door by the end opens with a creak, and his head snaps at the sound. before she has time to reach over once again, he's quick to swerve away to your side. you're already eyeing the girl at your table with curiosity, your head tilted in question. "hey, who's that? one of your frien-"

he doesn't let you finish. he's quick to reach for your waist, tugging you into a kiss with a hand cupping your cheek. all negative feelings drain from his limbs, turning him into a puddle of love as you thread your fingers into his hair.

"as much as i love your kisses," you say with a gasp of breath as you look up into his eyes, finding love looking back at you through the orbs. "that was a bit sudden. did something happen?"

"not at all." he shakes his head, nuzzling into your nose. his hands are on the side of your neck, lovingly stroking the skin. "not now that you're here."

you look back at your table, seeing it empty, and the girl from before nowhere in sight.

"shall we enjoy our drinks?" he pushes you with the hand he has on your waist. he sits down first before pulling you to sit right beside him, your hands intertwined under the table. "can't wait to eat dinner with you later."

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. he won't say no to playful flirting since it feeds his ego but will only respond if you're somewhere near or in his field of vision. he won't give the other person any of his attention if you aren't. will think it's funny that they're trying their best but will either shoot them down in a way that crushes their pride or brush them off as if they don't exist.

reo, aiku, karasu, kaiser.

the bass is thrumming against his skull, a tune that doesn't fit the mall's calm and serene energy. he's sitting on one of those plush sofas in a clothing store outlet, tapping his fingers against his thigh as he waits for you to finish changing. he feels the warning glare the manager's sending, and he snorts as if trying to go into the dressing room with you is a crime. he would be so much more satisfied with you between four cramped walls than in the wide space where people are obviously gawking at him.

"excuse me." someone calls his name timidly, and he cocks his head towards them, wanting to see where this goes. they send him a smile, one that's too teethy and falsely sweet but hey he can't fault them for not flashing his favorite smile; they aren't you after all.

"yes?" his reply is short and blunt, but he sighs when the girl flinches away. you've always said that his resting face looked too mean. he chuckles at the thought.

shaking himself out of his daydream, he shows his best smile. he leans back, arm stretched out against the back of the couch as he adjusts his pose, manspreading. a peacock, you'd once muse when he first did it in front of you. he watches with thinly veiled boredom in his eyes, a juxtaposition to the sickeningly sweet smile on his lips. "can i help you with something?"

the girl flushes, biting her lip and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. being coy, he realizes with an amused scoff.

"sorry to bother you. it's just- you looked so bored. i thought i could entertain you."

his eyebrow quirks at the word entertain, tilting his head in mock curiosity. "and how would you do that, hm?" he takes her in, taking in her choice of clothing and hairstyle. cute he'd give that much to her. nothing like you, though. she couldn't compare.

he realizes belatedly that the once over was seen differently than what he meant for it to come across. amusement flickers in his eyes when she flushes a bright red, fidgeting on her spot. "you do this often?" he tilts his head, eyes half-lidded, trying to gauge her reaction. "flirting with random strangers in the mall of a hobby, eh?"

"just the handsome ones," she says with a giggle. he watches as she points a finger to the row of clothes, her interest clear as day. "how about we look around? buy some clothes or jewelry so we match."

he chuckles, shaking his head at the thought. he can't wait to tell you about this. right on cue, the door to your dressing room opens, and you step out. his breath gets stuck in his throat, his eyes widening, and a grin making its way to his lips.

the black dress you have on is nothing short of stunning. it tapers off to your knees, the material hugging your curves. he sends you an eager look, one which you giggle at. you turn, showing him the back of the dress, keeping eye contact as you do. his mouth falls and thoughts short circuit as his eyes rake down your bare back, stopping just before your bum.

oh the things he'll do to you in that dress. no wonder the manager was so adamant on not letting him join in on the fun.

"nah," he says distractedly at the girl still waiting for his response. he sends you a wink and a flirty smile, mouthing one moment, before turning back to her. "see that gorgeous specimen right there? yeah i'm hers."

"she and i, we match." his eyes are filled with mischief as he tugs his shirt down, showing off the collection of marks you left on him last night. the skin around his collarbone is red, purple, and bruised. littered with love bites. a symbol of your love he thinks smugly. "see?"

there's pride blooming in his chest, a smug smile forming on his face the moment her eyes widen and the color drains from her face. "i'm not interested in anyone who's not her. so scram." he's quick to wave her away, skipping over to tug you back into the fitting room, this time with him in it.

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐂𝐄, the type to literally not care at all. will not give them time of day and will appear hostile if necessary. but he'll mostly just look at them, expressionless with dead eyes.

sae, rin, kunigami

there are so many options to choose from, he frowns, glaring at the row of refrigerators stacked next to each other as if they've done something wrong. the supermarket is relatively busy, customers ranging from middle schoolers to elderly. he's in the drink section, passing one fridge to another, looking for your favorite drink from outside the glass, his frowning reflection looking back at him.

you're somewhere in the dairy section, picking out pints of ice cream, and who knows what else. he checks his phone, checking for any new messages from you. i'll head over soon, after i find the popcorn, it reads along with multiple hearts and photos of you smiling beside the ice cream. he shakes his head, tapping a finger against the screen to save the photos.

he pockets his phone, ready to move on to the next isle when he bumps into someone. he huffs, his eyes looking at the girl that's staring right back at him.

"really?" she says with a flirty giggle after she gets a clear look at his face. he remains stoic, hands in his pocket, even as she nudges him on the shoulder as if a longtime friend. "you're handsome but if you don't say sorry when you bump into someone, they'll lose interest. but maybe that's your charm."

he moves to slight past her, not at all caring about her presence, but before he knows it, she's stuck a hand into his back pocket, sending a kiss playfully before bounding over somewhere he doesn't give a damn about. the frown on his lips deepens, but before he has the chance to look into his pocket, you pop up right beside him.

"hey, i can't find the drinks but i've got everything else." he hears you say as you show him your basket full of things, smiling up at him. there are all kinds of things in the basket, ranging from chocolate, popcorn, ice cream, sausages, and many more. tonight is monthly movie night and he tries to shake off the weird encounter from his mind, not wanting to dampen the mood.

he smiles back, leaning down to take the basket from you. the hoodie you have on is his, and it dwarves you. the hem reaches your knees, and he can't see your hands which makes him chuckle all the while more. you told him that you were cold, he knows it's just another excuse to wear his hoodie.

"let's go home." he ruffles a hand through your hair, affection getting the best of him, before taking your hand with his other.

he drops the basket on the self-checkout counter, and helps you scan all the necessary items. he eyes the chupa-chups by the counter and grabs two, strawberry and cola, scanning both and handing them for you to choose. he chuckles when you brighten, choosing the strawberry for yourself.

"i'll take the bags." he takes both bags into his left hand, the other placing itself on your back. he leads you out, shaking his head in amusement when he feels you slip your hand into his back pocket.

"hey what's this?" the tone of your voice has him frowning. "i didn't know you smoke. it's bad for you, ya know?"

looking down at the cigarette in your hand, he eyes the scribble of numbers surrounding the stick. ah that's what she slipped in, he sighs. taking the cigarette from you, he's quick to throw it to the ground, crushing it with his foot.

"i don't," he chuckles at the look of disbelief on your face. leaning in, he plucks the candy from your mouth, pressing a kiss and pushing his tongue in. you taste sweet from the candy he notes, you smell like ice cream too. he's quick to pull back, chuckling when he realizes just how flustered you've become.

"i prefer sweets," he says with a smug smile before popping the candy into his own mouth.

[angelltheninth]

Blue Lock boys and them with aftercare after a rough round of many many rounds, which is surely to destroy their gf? can it be mostly fluff pls

Mostly fluff after that? Everyone needs it.

Pairing: Yoichi Isagi, Bachira Meguru, Sae Itoshi, Rin Itoshi, Hyoma Chigiri, Kunigami Rensuke, Mikage Reo, Nagi Seishiro x Fem!Reader

Tags: smut, very fluffy, aftercare, kissing, massage, cuddles, bathing together, overstimulation

A/N: Rough boyfriends need to have a cute side to them too.

Isagi treated sex like he treated a game. The more he made you come the more he feels like he scored, but that mindset does mean he can push you too far. To make up for it he always gives you a rub down with a hot towel, careful not to touch between your legs.

Bachira knows he made you pass out more than once, he probably should have stopped then. You keep wanting more so he obliged with your request but he shouldn't have. When you're shaking like this he gets worried, let him hold you while you calm down.

Sae wants to let you sleep this off but he feels like it would look bad if he left you alone after so many rounds. He's not with you for sex, like you're not with him for fame. Takes you a while to be able to talk but he asks you questions, holds your hand, assures you he's there.

Rin isn't much of a talker, which works when you're having sex, not so much for after. You need comfort and the only way he knows how is with more phisical affection. Moving you slowly he takes you into the bathroom and holds you while the bathtub fills up.

Chigiri eats you out nit because he's still horny but because he wants to make sure you're clean before the cuddle session begins. His rule is that for as much as you have sex you also need to cuddle for the same amount of time. That's the only way to fall asleep after so much sex.

Kunigami becomes worried when you whine as he pulls out. Damn it, he should have stopped after round three, he was just do horny. And you let him keep going when you were tired and sensitive, no, he needs to make it right, he needs to kiss you from head to toe and back up.

Reo jokes about you being just as much of a pervert as he is. Riding him until the point of collapsing then blaming him, that's not what good girls do. You made him feel real good, so it's on him to return the favor by giving you a nice, long massage to help you relax your body.

Nagi might be super sleepy after sex but caring about you takes priority over sleep. All groggy and adorable he does his best to pull you on top of him and tries to keep a converstaion going but he's drifing off. Has to stay awake until you fall asleep, or until you stop shaking at least.

[miclipse]

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ YOUR ROMAN EMPIRE.

characters: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, kunigami rensuke, itoshi rin, michael kaiser (separate).

sypnosis: things he did that you often think about.

word count: 5.3k (~1.0k each)

cw: afab! reader, sfw, established relationships, nicknames used (baby, gorgeous, meine liebe, good girl, pretty girl), pre-wildcard! kunigami, mentions of period (rin's), kaiser being a smug bastard & also soft.

note: first time writing for the blue lock boys <3 comments appreciated!

ᯓ★ isagi yoichi ᝰ.ᐟ

“does it still hurt alot, baby?”

isagi, who was kneeled in front of you as you sat on the couch, continued pressing the ice pack against your swollen ankle.

his other hand was supporting the heel of your foot as he gently rotated it in circular motions to help ease the pain in the muscles.

your boyfriend lifted his head up to take a look at your expression, worried that the pain of your sprained ankle might be too unbearable for you if he didn't handle it carefully enough.

��a little… but it's getting better…” you mumbled out softly, feeling increasingly guilty the longer you watched isagi kneel in front of you and tend to what you could only call the consequences of your own actions.

“we have a treadmill at home for a reason. why'd you insist on taking a run outside when the ground was still all slippery and wet?” isagi's voice was soft and gentle, soothing the guilt in your heart slightly.

you thought isagi would've gotten mad at you, but he was still as loving and worried for you as ever despite all of this being your own fault.

it had rained earlier this morning, which isagi had already warned you about via text since he was away for his usual soccer practice.

but stubborn little you insisted that the rain would not interfere with your routine evening jog. you figured the damp floors would have dried up by the time you stepped out of the house.

oh, how very wrong you were.

in your defence, majority of the jog went smoothly. the problem only arose when you were about to make the final turn back to the familiar stretch of road that would lead back to your and isagi's shared apartment.

for some reason while you were turning the corner, your foot slipped. as an attempt to catch yourself before you fell face first into the cold hard concrete, your ankle twisted and ended up in an uncomfortable position.

you had to bite your tongue to hold yourself back from screaming due to the sudden sharp and piercing pain coming from your ankle.

when you finally managed to limp your way back to your front porch, you figured you could simply just eat some painkillers and sleep off the pain before your boyfriend got back from training.

but to your absolute horror and misfortune, the moment you opened the front door, you caught sight of your beloved boyfriend walking out from the kitchen with a cup of water in his hand.

the moment isagi saw you limping back through the front door in your sports attire, he immediately placed his cup on the kitchen island and rushed to your side to support you as he brought you to the couch to sit down.

“yeah, well… i thought the ground would've mostly dried up by the time i went out for my jog.” you gave isagi a sheepish and apologetic smile.

“well too bad, you thought wrong. and now look who's the one with a sprained ankle, hmm?” isagi continued to tease you with a soft chuckle, finally removing the ice pack from your inflamed ankle and placing the melted bag of gel down on the carpet.

“so? think you can stand up and walk on your own now?” isagi asked, lightly tracing circles on the bottom of your foot, leaving behind a ticklish sensation that got your foot to twitch and squirm in response.

seeing how your foot was flinching away from isagi's gentle touches, he merely smirked in amusement.

“not really, no.” you laughed, happy to keep things light-hearted despite the fact that you probably wouldn't be able to walk without support for the next few days.

but fret not. isagi was here to be your knight in shining armour, like how he always had been ever since you both started dating.

“do i need to push you around in a wheelchair like those elderly couples?” isagi joked, scooting himself closer to the side of the couch to get closer to you whilst he was still squatting down on the ground.

“well yeah, obviously. you don't expect me to roll around on the floor, do you?” you playfully rolled your eyes at your boyfriend's antics, watching as he reached out to grasp your hand in his.

his thumb traced small, comforting circles on the back of your hand, making you sigh out in satisfaction at how lucky you were to have isagi yoichi as your boyfriend.

a smile graced his lips. not the kind of smile he had whenever he scored a goal, or the kind of smile he gave to his teammates and friends. it was a smile that was solely reserved only for you.

isagi reached his other hand out to caress your cheek, lightly pinching it as a way to show his absolute affection and devotion towards you.

“don't worry. i’ll be the one to push your wheelchair. be it right now, or 60 years down the road.”

you never knew the words that left his lips would take you back to the days where you were falling head over heels for isagi yoichi all over again, but it did.

it had been months since you last felt your heart beat so rapidly against your chest and that queasy feeling of butterflies in your tummy.

those words may seem simple at first glance, but when you analyze it beneath the surface level, it held so much more meaning.

isagi was making a vow to you, promising to stay by your side through thick and thin. even when your youth was nothing but a distant memory, he would still choose you.

he wanted to spend his entire life with you, even if it meant he would have to be pushing your wheelchair around when you were all old and wrinkly.

those words were isagi's true feelings for you,

and they have never left your mind ever since the day he said them to you. not that isagi would ever give you a chance to forget about them in the first place.

ᯓ★ bachira meguru ᝰ.ᐟ

“i’ve cut up some fruit!”

your boyfriend’s lively voice from the kitchen reached your ears as you sat in the living room couch, busily typing away on your laptop.

you resisted the urge to turn away from your laptop screen to reply to your boyfriend, instead choosing to continue typing away on your essay that was due today.

seeing as you did not reply, bachira held the bowl of fruits in his hand as he made his way towards you, who was so diligently working on your assignments.

“do you want some?” the happy boy leaned his face right in front of yours with a cheeky grin, knowing that his actions would get a reaction out of you, who had been ignoring him the past few hours or so.

and rightfully so— you knew better than anyone that if you were to shower bachira with even an ounce of affection, you would never be able to direct your focus back on the task at hand.

“mmm… i’ll eat it later. you can munch on some first.” you suggested absentmindedly, gently using your hand to push bachira’s face away out of your view so that you could focus on the half finished word document displayed on your laptop screen.

well, that did not work according to bachira’s plan.

seeing how you had been paying all your attention on your laptop for the past few hours made bachira a little (very) attention-starved. dating him was equivalent to having a golden retriever as a pet; both of them were very high maintenance beings.

bachira pouted at your dismissive attitude right now, but he understood that you really needed to finish this assignment before the clock struck midnight.

however, as unfortunate as it sounded, today was also one of the rare days where bachira’s training ended early and he was able to spend some proper quality time with you.

bachira let out a dissatisfied hum, the pout still on his lips as he contemplated what to do in order to achieve the goal of the day.

which was to gain your attention.

he looked back down into the fruit bowl he had prepared for the both of you to share, and it did not take long for the pout of his to turn into a mischievous smirk.

it took you a few moments longer than usual to realise bachira had fallen awfully silent. normally, he would not even give you an ounce of quiet, rambling on and on about anything and everything he could talk about to fill in the silence. yet you hadn’t heard him say anything after you told him to eat first.

it was your fault for not figuring out soon enough that whenever bachira fell silent, he was plotting something in his head.

because before you could even save the progress of your half-written essay to turn and look at your boyfriend, a piece of watermelon poked into a metal fork entered your line of sight, successfully enticing you.

blinking in surprise, you instinctively turned your head to look at the culprit with a raised eyebrow.

“meguru-”

“say ‘ahh’!” bachira knew you all too well, and so he cut you off before you could question what he was trying to do. “you do your report, and i feed you. how does that sound, gorgeous?” bachira added, nearing the fork of watermelon closer to your lips.

he gave you no chance to decline his offer, if you could even count it as that.

“...ahh…” eventually giving in to your boyfriend, you slowly parted your lips and took the watermelon in between your teeth, chewing down on the juicy fruit.

“how is it? does it taste sweet?” bachira asked with a wide and bright smile, wiping the watermelon juice that splattered on the corner of your mouth with the pad of his thumb.

you tried to hide how fast your heart was beating at the simple gesture. but seeing as how bachira started grinning from ear to ear, it didn't take a genius to know that he already noticed your rosy red cheeks.

“tastes yummy.” you remarked with a soft chuckle, turning your attention back to your laptop and typing away on your report. you were trying your best to ignore the loud thumping in your chest.

normally, bachira would have been more clingy and persistent about you paying attention to him, but today he acknowledged that this report was very important to you and played a huge part in your final grade.

thus, he chose to obediently sit by your side for moral support and feed you fruit as you worked away on finishing up your essay.

“mmm, you’re right, it is yummy!” your boyfriend agreed, popping a slice of watermelon in his mouth and chewing down on it. he kept this up, feeding you a piece of fruit and gently wiping away the juice on the corner of your lips with the pad of his thumb before he fed himself a piece of fruit.

after a few minutes, it had finally come down to the very last slice of apple. bachira poked the apple with the metal fork, obviously planning to give you the last fruit in the bowl.

however, bachira’s mind was ever-functioning, and he managed to come up with yet another cheeky plan to surprise you.

“mind looking over for a second, gorgeous?” he called out to you with an innocent smile, waiting for you to stumble into his little trap.

“hmm? hold on.” you quickly typed out the last few words to finish up the sentence in your paragraph before finally turning to look at your boyfriend.

“yeah–?”

in a blink of an eye, bachira placed one end of the apple on your lips before placing the other end of the apple on his lips.

“what is this? the pocky challenge but with apples?” you joked, deciding to play along with bachira’s antics this time. you had ignored him for long enough, he deserved to get some affection from you. especially since he had been doing nothing but quietly sitting by your side and feeding you fruits.

“it’s a reward for working so hard.” bachira then took a big bite of the apple from his end. you followed suit until there was only a tiny chunk separating both your lips from each other.

“may i?” his whisper sounded almost pleading— he had restrained himself from clinging onto you as you worked on your assignment. but now that you were finally giving him your full attention, the boy was yearning for more.

“you may.” you reassured with a slight nod of your head, encouraging bachira to make the final move.

in which he did, biting down the last chunk of the apple before pressing his lips against yours.

it felt wonderful to have your lips moulded against his after being deprived from his affections for so long due to focusing on your essay. you chucked your laptop to the side of the couch, your arms snaking around his waist to make the kiss last longer.

perhaps a small break wouldn’t hurt...

ᯓ★ kunigami rensuke ᝰ.ᐟ

“oooh, what's going on there?”

the curiosity in you was building up when you noticed a crowd gathering just a distance away from the pathway kunigami and yourself were walking on.

as you pointed your index finger towards the crowd, kunigami turned his head to look in that direction before giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

“wanna go check it out?” he offered with a soft smile on his lips. you both had nothing important going on right now anyways. the two of you were just walking around the streets aimlessly and doing some window shopping to pass some time before you both would head for dinner.

“yeah!”

the way you chirped out happily in response, your eyes sparkling with excitement made kunigami's heart tighten with a certain fondness he couldn't exactly put into words.

before kunigami knew it, you were dragging him towards the crowd of people to see what all the commotion was about.

when the two of you were close enough, kunigami easily saw past the sea of crowd and his eyes eventually landed on a stage that was being setup with speakers and instruments, along with what seemed to be an amateur band preparing to perform.

“seems like it's a band performance. you interested to watch?” kunigami asked you. he had to raise his voice a little to beat the crowd’s volume, his eyes trailing back to look down at you.

oh.

your boyfriend was met with the sight of you standing on your tippy toes doing little subtle hops on the spot, trying to move your neck around to glance past the back of everyone’s heads, but unfortunately to no avail. you two were considered to be rather far back in the crowd, and everyone had a height advantage against you too.

sometimes kunigami would forget how short you were, or rather how tall he was as compared to you. things that he could easily do such as watching a performance at the back of a crowd was deemed as a challenge for his tiny and petite girlfriend.

kunigami was having an internal conflict with his inner voice on whether he should just push through the crowd so the both of you could make it to the very front of the stage (but also proceed to have a bunch of people glare at the two of you throughout the whole performance).

kunigami was the number one fan of everything being fair and square. and as much as he found the situation unfair for you, he also understood that it would be unfair to literally everyone else if he just rudely pushed through the crowd to get to the very front solely for your sake.

it wasn’t that kunigami would not do anything for you, he would give up anything and everything for you. but in situations like these where the universe was giving him a test on whether he should side with his morals or your happiness, he found himself stuck in the middle.

eventually, you turned to look up at your boyfriend, your soft lips jutting out to form a pout.

“rensuke, i can't see.” that sweet voice of yours would've sent kunigami into a deep trance if he was a weak-willed man.

the man pursed his lips together, desperately digging his brain for any ideas on how to ensure you got to see the performance without making the rest of the audience mad.

then, it was like something clicked in his head. like as if a tiny mouse living in his noggin just attached the two correct wires together and allowed kunigami’s brain to come up with the perfect solution that will make you happy and stick to his morals of ensuring everything was fair and square.

moving his hand down to ruffle your hair affectionately, kunigami then proceeded to crouch down in front of you, his back now facing towards you.

the action made you stunned into place, staring at kunigami’s toned back in disbelief and confusion. “rensuke?” you called out, prompting him to provide some sort of explanation for his action.

“i’ll piggyback you. that way, you'll be able to see the performance, right?” kunigami asked, trying his very hardest to sound as calm as he could. he would die if you saw through just how flustered he was feeling at the moment.

kunigami was often deemed as a scary delinquent due to his built figure in addition to his height being a whopping 6’2, but only a rare few properly understood that he was nothing but a life-sized teddy bear.

and you were the only one that would ever get this special treatment from him.

when kunigami felt your plush thighs press against his neck and shoulders, he grabbed onto your lower calves to ensure you were steady on his back before he slowly stood up to his full height again.

“can you see the stage?” kunigami asked you with a small smile on his face. he could feel many pairs of eyes looking towards the two of you, but he couldn't blame them. he was the only one among the crowd that was carrying a girl on his shoulders.

although you were not used to the stares accompanied by a couple of girls gushing over how cute your boyfriend was to be openly carrying his girlfriend on his shoulders, you were filled with a sense of pride when hearing people whisper about what a good boyfriend kunigami was.

“i can see the world.” you joked, but you sounded amazed by the view. it was your first time getting such a clear view of everything you desired like it was a piece of cake.

“is this how it feels to view the world through your eyes, rensuke?” a soft giggle slipped through those soft lips of yours as you hugged your legs tighter around his neck to ensure that you would not fall off (but also making sure not to accidentally suffocate him in the process too).

“perhaps. but i wish you could see what i see whenever i look at you.” kunigami responded with a playful grin.

your heart skipped a beat at his words, suddenly feeling all giddy and floaty on the inside.

oh, how lucky you were to call this man yours.

ᯓ★ itoshi rin ᝰ.ᐟ

the familiar sound of the front door being opened was accompanied by your boyfriend's monotonous voice.

the words that escaped his mouth seemed habitual and subconscious, and you wouldn't doubt that he would still say the same exact thing even if you weren't around to receive his greeting.

“i'm home.”

you immediately sat up from the couch with a smile, turning to glance at your boyfriend so that you could return his greeting.

“welcome home, rin!” your enthusiastic response was something rin could never dream of getting tired of. no matter how many times this scene unfolded in front of him, it never failed to warm that stone-cold heart of his.

it just seemed to fulfill that hidden desire of his to finally feel loved and be appreciated by someone.

but of course, he would rather take this little secret of his down to the grave with him than ever letting you know about it.

“thanks.” rin responded, trying to seem nonchalant about your response. he had barely given a reaction to it for the past year, so why should he now?

“oh, what's that? did someone give you a gift for winning your game today?” rin used the back of his foot to gently kick the door shut behind him as you spoke, pointing at the basket in his hands out of curiosity.

“no, i bought these.” rin rolled his eyes at you. what made you think he would be accepting gifts from anyone other than his girlfriend? he wasn't that much of a sucker for attention from other girls.

before you could follow up with a second question on what was in the basket that looked to be stuffed to the brim with items, rin walked towards you and shoved the basket right in your face.

looking at rin with a raised eyebrow, you held the basket with both your hands and took a look in it, wondering what could rin possibly have bought for the basket to be looking so full yet barely having any weight to it.

inside, there were tampons and pads arranged neatly on the left side of the basket. it was plenty to last you for the next three to four months or so. and the right side was stuffed to the brim with chocolates and sweets that you remembered mentioning to rin about them being your favourite.

and if that wasn't jaw dropping enough, there was also a cute little teddy bear in the basket, staring right back at you with its cute little beady eyes and a cartoon smile.

“you're going to attract flies into your mouth. close up.” rin commented, scoffing in amusement at your reaction to his small gesture. he crossed his arms over his chest, trying his best to remain as indifferent as he could.

but if you took a closer look at him, you would realise that the tips of his ears held a faint red hue to them.

“but rin… what's this for? my period isn't even here yet.” you looked up at him with your stupidly wide eyes that could compare to a puppy's. seriously, sometimes rin wondered how you looked more like a dog than a human.

“yeah, but it's in two days, is it not?” that was a rhetorical question.

it wasn't that rin was genuinely asking whether your period was coming in two days, he knew. he was just telling you in a way that would make him feel like he held the upper hand against you, especially when it came to your own body.

he just wanted to challenge you to prove him wrong, as he always did. his confidence was always sky high— but rightfully so (in his opinion).

you blinked in surprise, grabbing your phone and unlocking it to check your period tracker. you had been losing track of time due to how busy you were that you hadn't even realised that rin was right. your period was coming in two days.

“how'd you know that?” you asked him back, seeming shocked that rin bothered to remember your monthly shark week. you were convinced he barely cared about dates that were not as important to him like anniversaries and your birthday.

“you think you're the only one with a period tracker app? i have it too.” rin answered, sounding as calm and nonchalant as he always did.

come on, it wouldn't hurt for him to show even an ounce of emotion. it was already so painfully obvious how much he loved and cared for you, it wouldn't bring any harm to be nice to you every now and then, would it?

“you're such a creep.” you tried to tease him in a serious tone, biting back the smile that threatened to show on your face. you were trying to get him to show his rare soft side.

but rin was one step ahead of you. he knew you better than the back of his hand, and he didn't hesitate to tease you back.

“i’ll take it as you don't want my gift then. might as well give it to another girl who'll appreciate it more than this ungrateful brat.” as if to entice even more of a reaction out of you, rin slowly edged his hand closer to the basket, threatening to take it away from you.

“what?! no! don't you dare!” you gasped, immediately hugging the basket protectively like it was your newborn baby.

that was exactly the reaction rin wanted out of you.

his cold facade was unable to further resist your cuteness and started to crumbled as a faint smirk ghosted his lips.

his hand that was once edging towards your basket (technically his, since he was the one that paid for everything) moved towards the top of your head to ruffle your hair.

silence filled the room, and you looked up at rin patiently with an anticipating smile on your face, waiting for him to finally say the words he had been holding back all this while.

“ i... i love you.” he eventually whispered out with a defeated sigh, leaning down and planting a soft kiss on your forehead. “don't ever forget that, ‘kay?”

rin knew he was bad at expressing his emotions. but he wanted to make sure to remind you from time to time that his feelings for you would never change. not now, not ever.

ᯓ★ michael kaiser ᝰ.ᐟ

“come.” kaiser patted his lap, a coy smirk on his lips as his sapphire eyes observed your figure standing by the bedroom door, not moving despite his command. “hurry up meine liebe, i don't have all day.”

those words were what finally made you obediently walk towards where kaiser was seated at; the chair just by the vanity table you both shared.

he rested his hand on the vanity table, rhythmically drumming his index finger on the surface of the table as his eyes remained fixated on you.

kaiser was a bold individual, and it was something you both hated and loved simultaneously.

he never tried to hide the fact how his eyes were always lingering on your body, staring at you like you were the next prey he wanted to devour.

even now, he watched intensely as your hips swayed from side to side while you walked across the bedroom to make your way towards him.

it was almost like you were strutting into the lion's den, volunteering to be his next meal.

and even as you finally lowered your hips and straddled his lap, kaiser didn't look away from you for even a second, the smirk on his face only growing more smug and cocky.

“you’re so cute, i can't tell if you're doing this on purpose to seduce me or not.” kaiser couldn't help but tease you, noting how your cheeks were rosy and the way you were trying to avoid his intense stare.

“quit it, mihya. didn't you say you were in a hurry?” you rolled your eyes at your boyfriend's antics. it left you all weak and flustered, and you knew that kaiser took pleasure in seeing how he had the upper hand against you everytime.

you were nothing but a little mouse the lion planned to toy with for amusement before he eventually wolfed you down in his stomach.

“the emperor chooses his next move.” kaiser pointed his index finger at your cheek, slowly inching closer before gently giving you a little poke. “not you.”

despite his words, kaiser moved his hand away from your face to stop messing with you as he was not lying about being short of time.

his hand felt around the vanity table, before coming into contact with just the object he needed.

using his free arm to wrap around your waist to keep you steady in his lap, kaiser brought the eyeliner pen to his lips, using his teeth to bite the cover off before securing it on the back of the pen.

“be a good girl and sit still for me, hmm? i don't have time to redo it if you make me mess up.” typical of kaiser to push the blame onto you if he messed up. he was an egoist, thus his mistakes were never his. it was always someone else's.

he kept his hand steady as he moved the eyeliner closer to your face. once the tip of the red tinted pen was close enough to your skin, you closed your eyes so that kaiser could have an easier time applying it on you.

“you're so adorable for wanting to match with me, you know that meine liebe?” kaiser chuckled, using short and gentle strokes to draw the eyeliner onto your eyelids, just like how he would to himself every morning before he started his day. “you'll look gorgeous once i’m done with you, i promise.”

the room fell into a comfortable after kaiser's reassurance, as kaiser decided to direct his full focus on helping you apply the eyeliner. he didn't want to risk messing up.

afterall, he wouldn't have time to help you redraw it due to him having to rush to practice right after this.

you could feel goosebumps surfacing on your skin when you felt kaiser's hot breath hit your cheek. no doubt that he was intentionally leaning in closer to you just so he could get a reaction out of you, as he always did.

you could picture it in your head: his head tilted in an angle, his eyes squinted in concentration while gently drawing on your eyelids. it felt so comforting that you felt like you could fall asleep on his lap, but you resisted the urge to do so.

the sensation of kaiser stroking the eyeliner against your eyelids stopped, before the sound of him popping the cap back on the pen was heard.

“open your eyes, pretty girl. we're all done.” kaiser placed the eyeliner back in the drawer, his other arm still securely keeping you on his lap by holding your waist.

when you opened your eyes, kaiser's face was just inches away from yours. your eyes widened slightly at how close he was to you, trying to remain your composure.

the cocky smirk on his lips proved that he did this on purpose to entice a reaction out of you. before you could resist, your boyfriend leaned in, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

“take a look in the mirror, liebe. don't you just look so beautiful?” kaiser whispered huskily in your ear, gently grasping your chin between his thumb and index finger and guiding your face to turn towards the mirror on the vanity table.

you took a closer look at the reflection in front of you. you, sitting intimately on kaiser's lap whilst he had an arm slung around your waist and the both of you having matching red eyeliners. it looked…

“perfect.” you whispered it out loud without realising.

“oh? what was that?” kaiser leaned his ear closer to your mouth, taunting you to speak up so that he could hear you say it again, but louder.

“i said it looks perfect.” you replied without hesitation, and kaiser seemed satisfied by your obedience today. it was always a nice sight whenever you played along with his annoying and teasing nature.

“and you're perfect for me, liebe.” your boyfriend moved his hand to cup your cheek, the pad of his thumb caressing the fat of it. “you don't understand how grateful i am to have you by my side.”

and you could just about say the same thing about him.

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[itoshiexx]

running your fingers through their hair

you are now reading... LENA'S 1K MILESTONE EVENT FIC!

↳ itoshi rin, michael kaiser, reo mikage (separate) + cafuné (n.) - running your fingers through the hair of someone you love

notes: omg hi guys! i'm freaking ALIVE!!! i know i've been terribly inactive but life as a recently graduated lawyer has been INSANE and i barely have time to breathe, let alone write. regardless, i was able to finish this after some struggle, and i really hope you guys like it! cafuné is a brazilian word and it's something i love very much, so thank you anon, @kyukiss and @etoiile for the request and sorry it took so long ♥

event masterlist

Itoshi Rin

“you remind me of a dog, you know?”

rin’s eyes shoot open with your unexpected words, and you receive the harshest glare you’ve ever witnessed on his face when it came to you. 

“excuse me?”

his tone is supposed to be threatening, but his voice is slightly laced with sleep, so it sounds a lot more like a whine. you snort a little bit, pausing your ministrations on his head, where your fingers run through his hair. 

“not in a bad way, baby. i just mean you’re like a puppy when you want my attention,” you giggled a little, and if rin didn’t love the sound so much, he would have berated you. 

“that’s absolutely not true.”

“it is, though. you came back from practice all tired and grumpy, and the first thing you did was put your head on my lap because you wanted me to run my fingers through your hair. you didn’t even showered, rin.”

“i did shower! on the locker rooms!”

you smile mischievously. “oh, i thought the dampness was from sweat. i was about to call you out for being stinky.”

rin’s grimace worsened, and a pout formed on his lips. you couldn’t resist the urge to squish his cute cheeks together. god, he was so adorable it tugged on your heartstrings. how was that even possible?

you lowered your head to give him a quick kiss, and although rin tried to deepen it, you pulled away fast, grinning once again. he knew what was coming even before you said it. “you’re also like a puppy when you trail after me around the house. a lost puppy.”

his groan reverberated through the whole apartment, and rin shoved your hands away from his face, scowling. “i fucking hate you.”

“no, you don’t.”

“i hate you. i’m serious.”

you giggled again. “so why didn’t you leave my lap then?”

his eyes met yours, and you kind of relished in the furrow of his brows. it made his pout even cuter. “…what.”

smugness radiated off of you, because you knew rin — your rin — like the back of your hand. and if there was an universal truth in the world, it would be that the younger itoshi was down bad for you. enough for him to stay despite your shenanigans that always got on his nerves.

“i said, if you hate me, then why didn’t you leave my lap?”

his mouth opened, but no retort came out. he gaped like a fish for a few seconds before groaning again, turning his body so that he could hide his face on your stomach. you laughed at his childish behavior, knowing it was one of the reasons you loved him so much. not many people were able to see this vulnerable side of him, and you were glad to be one of them. 

“shut up.”

“yeah, yeah. you big baby.”

comfortable silence engulfed the both of you, and rin remained hidden on your stomach as you picked up the book you were previously reading, wanting to continue the story. though your left hand was suddenly tugged to lay on your boyfriend’s head.

“keep going,” he murmured, “…please?”

a gentle smile took over your features, and you were quick to run your fingers through his dark, silky strands. rin sighed softly, content with the affection you gave him — as if your angelic hands could take away every doubt swirling on his mind and wipe off the tiredness from his sore body.

“of course,” you said. and your mind completed silently: i’d keep going forever if it made you happy.

perhaps you were down bad, too.

Michael Kaiser

contrary to popular belief, michael kaiser was not a bad boyfriend. 

despite his huge ego, his narcissistic tendencies and his extravagant yet somehow rude personality, he wasn’t the type of guy to treat his partner poorly. in fact, he was a very attentive boyfriend, always doing his best to make sure you were happy and healthy.

or maybe it was just you. who knows.

whatever his reasons were, you relished the fact he took such good care of you, even if he wasn’t physically present because of away games — because michael was very good at making people notice him. whether it was with a bouquet of your favorite flowers delivered to your job, a nice breakfast cooked before you woke or even a small note of love professions. 

however, nothing really compared to having him there, with you, flesh and bone. 

especially on those days you just felt so miserable you wanted to disappear. 

“liebling? you okay?”

it was one of kaiser’s rare day offs, and all you wished for was to spend some much needed quality time with your boyfriend. though, this wasn’t possible due to your job, one you liked having despite michael saying he could support the both of you financially.

but the day at work just sucked. like, a lot. it was that kind of day where things go from bad to worse in a matter of minutes, and when you swear it can’t get shittier, it does.

you were exhausted and emotionally drained. the whole drive back to your shared apartment you were holding back tears, and the dam broke the second you heard kaiser asking you that.

“whoa!” the blonde exclaimed when your bodies collided on a tight hug. “what is it, engel? what happened? did someone hurt you?”

his worried tone just made you sob harder, and kaiser rubbed his hands on your back, trying to give you some comfort. he started to sway your bodies together while humming, doing everything to calm you down.

eventually, your sobs died down, and your boyfriend carefully brought you to the couch, making you lay on top of him; head on his chest. he started to gently scratch your scalp, running his long fingers through your hair.

“you feeling any better?” he asked in a low tone.

“yeah. thank you, mikka.”

the blond only hummed. “do you… want to talk about it?”

you had to stifle a giggle. god, he was so cute. even when he sucked at talking about feelings, he always made an effort for you. 

you slowly shook your head. “jus’ had a really bad day. but it’s okay now.”

his eyes softened impossibly, and you nearly swooned at the sight. “yeah?” 

michael kissed your forehead, and kept threading his fingers among your locks in a gentle caress. you smiled, because it was all you really needed to be comforted.

“yeah.”

Mikage Reo

reo’s body collapsed on top of yours, effectively knocking the air out of your lungs. you should have been used to it by now, really, since he’d always do that after you finished your smexy times, but sometimes it still caught you off guard.

“reo, you’re heavy,” you groaned, teasing him. “get off me!”

“give a guy a break, will you?” he whined. “i’m tired.”

your giggle reverberated through his body, and reo repositioned himself to lay his head on your chest, hugging your waist tightly as if to never let you go. he’d rather lose all his fortune before he let that happen. 

“is mr. athlete getting out of shape? i didn’t know this light exercise could make you so…”

your boyfriend interrupted you with a groan. “babe!”

you raised your hands in mock surrender, giggling again, and reo thought maybe he didn’t really care about your teasing if it meant seeing you this happy. he loved you in all your versions, but carefree was his favorite one. 

“sorry, baby. i’ll make it up to you, yeah?”

before he could make a suggestive joke, his breath hitched in his throat when your soft hands started caressing his hair, gentle fingers threading through his purple locks making him sigh. it was so unfair, he thought, how you managed to disarm him with just a small touch, reduce him to putty in your palms with a little gesture of affection. some of his friends said he was a fool in love, and reo couldn’t agree more. 

your love made him silly, but he didn’t hate it. he could never hate anything about you. all mikage reo was able to feel was love, love, love, an emotion so strong it nearly overwhelmed all of his senses, making him forget about all his worries and responsibilities — heck, even the whole world. and he didn’t mind if the world burned as long as he could keep you safe and away from the flames.

“what are you thinking about?” the whisper of your voice echoed the walls of your shared bedroom. 

“what makes you think i’m thinking about something?”

though reo couldn’t see you, he knew you rolled your eyes. 

“it’s usually how the human mind works, honey,” you answered, your wit making him stifle a laugh. “besides, you’re always so chatty, talking my ear off—”

“hey!”

“—so it always concerns me when you get quiet.”

the heir sighed, letting the silence linger a little longer to recollect his thoughts. reo usually didn’t have a hard time expressing himself with words, but sometimes his heart swelled so much it made it hard to think. so, pretty much every time he was with you.

“it’s just… i’m thinking about how i never really believed in past lives and reincarnation. i never really believed in soulmates, either,” he said, and you paid attention to every word. mesmerized by the wonder in his voice and even more by the sparkle in his purple eyes when he averted his gaze to yours. 

“but when i think about you, love… when i see you in my arms or when i rest in yours, i’m sure you are my soulmate, and that we were together in every lifetime. it’s always been you. it will always be.”

your chest swelled with love for the man laying in your embrace, and you tried to hold back the tears from falling. god, he was everything. you didn’t even know what you did to deserve a lover like mikage reo, but you were far from complaining. 

you gave him a chaste kiss on the forehead, trying to convey even a fraction of the love and adoration you held for him, and looked back to caress his face. then, smiling with the world in your eyes, you answered:

“it’s always been you, too.”

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[escapenightmare]

blue lock when you ignore them.

isagi reaches out to place a hand on yours, mumbling, “baby, are you mad at me?” as he gently rubs his thumb back and forth across your knuckles with a concerned furrow to his eyebrows. when you don't reply, he unconsciously juts out his bottom lip just a little bit in a worried pout, “c'mon honey, don't ignore me.”

nagi doesn't care, he just clings onto you tightly, pulling you to lie on top of him on the couch as he sleepily nuzzles against the crook of your neck before deciding to settle with his forehead against your shoulder. “lemme sleep, pretty,” he murmurs tiredly, placing lazy kisses on your skin. “don't ignore me when i wake up.”

michael lays down with his head in your lap, looking up at you with puppy-dog eyes. “mein liebchen,” he all but whines, “pay attention to me.” when you don't reply he maintains eye contact with you as he takes one of your hands in his and brings it up to his mouth, peppering teasing kisses from your finger tips all the way to your wrists, doing anything he could to get a reaction out of you.

bachira sits on your lap with a contagious grin and presses kisses all over your face, trying to get you to cave. “this is fun,” he giggles as he places his hands on either of your cheeks and squishes your face— not enough to make you annoyed, but enough to make your lips pucker slightly. he giggles even more at the sight and brushes his nose against yours, “babe… you're so pretty”

rin glares at you, frowning. “you really want to do this?” he asks, tilting his head to the side. when you don't reply, he places a hand on your shoulder, rolling his eyes, “come on, we both know you can only do this for so long.” he sighs, almost dramatically, before using the hand on your shoulder to gently pull you back towards him, wrapping an arm around your waist as he huffs, “fine. be like that then.”

reo is dramatic for no reason whatsoever. he grabs your hands and holds them tenderly, looking heart broken and overcome with sadness as he asks, “do you not love me anymore, baby?” his eyes look as if they're almost tearing up, but all he wants to do is press your buttons up to the point where you have to acknowledge him, even if it's just so you can tell him to shut up.

sae stares at you from across the room with narrowed eyes, unimpressed. “so, how long are you planning on doing this?” he asks in a deadpan voice, folding his arms across his chest as he stares you down. when you don't reply he rolls his eyes but his demeanor only lasts for maximum twenty minutes because the next thing you know, he's wrapping his arms around you from the back and placing his chin on your shoulder.

oliver grins at you, shaking his head with a chuckle, “you're really gonna try to ignore me, baby?” he laughs at your silence, almost teasingly continuing to trace a finger in circles on your hip, grin still on his face as he leans in tantalizingly close. “you can do this all day baby, but i'm not going to give up just yet either.”

[pashminalamb]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃. (𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝟏)

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : 𝐁𝐥𝐥𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐍𝐍 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞.

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

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐖𝐜 : 𝟐.𝟒𝐤

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝; 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞-𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖-𝐢𝐬𝐡, 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬.

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬 : 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢'𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭), 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 '𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲' (𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐑𝐢𝐧), 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐠.

(𝐀/𝐍) : 𝐀 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐈 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡; 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝!!

𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬.

✦ 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐘𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 : 𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐍𝐍𝐍 𝐢𝐬.

“Uh… love?” he said, looking up at you from his phone. You hummed, taking a sip out of your mug, your other hand holding a book. 

“What is this NNN challenge?” Spitting out the tea, you caught Isagi’s attention. He made his way over to you, patting your back as you coughed a little. With a concerned gaze, he moved around the table, grabbing a few paper towels wiping away the droplets of your drink. 

“Is the question I asked that bad?” he asked, blue orbs staring into yours. 

“No. Where did you get that question, Yoichi?” 

“Shidou sent it on the group chat.” Figures. “So would you tell me what it is?” Yoichi asked, his eyes glimmering with wonder. Did he think it was some kind of a football challenge? “Is it really necessary?” you groaned. “If you don’t want to tell me what it is, I’m alright with that.” he shrugged. Screw it, he was gonna find out about it anyway. Damn Shidou for ruining the innocence of the blueberry muffin. 

“You can’t have sex or jerk off for the entire month of November.” you said, not daring to look at him. Silence filled the room after you said that out loud. Curious, you turned to look to the side you found Isagi biting the inside of his cheek, blue eyes narrowed in thought. There was no way. 

“You’re not thinking about doing the challenge are you?” you asked. Turning to the side, he was quick to give you a fox-like smile. “And what if I am?” 

“Oh god.” “I think you’re starting to sound more sex depraved that I am.” Yoichi teased, pulling your cheek. “Think about yourself, idiot. As a footballer, do you think you can hold yourself off for one month?”

“Wanna bet?” he asked, giving you a smirk. Laying down the rules, the two of you had arrived at a conclusion. 

(i). No touching yourselves or each other. 

(ii). If the other party loses, they have to adhere to the conditions of the winning party. 

If anything came out of no nut November, it was the possibility of turning Yoichi submissive… there was no way you were going to lose. 

✦ 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐑𝐢𝐧 : 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤) 𝐢𝐭.

Kimiko : Can you believe that Ren is planning to do the NNN challenge? You : Boys will be boys. Honestly, I don’t even get the point of the challenge… I pity ur sex life for the next month tho 

Kimiko : Honey. There are vibrators for a reason. 

You laughed as you texted away, Rin watching you from the corner of his eye. “What’s so funny?” Shaking your head, your fingers typing away, laughing at Kimiko’s frustration. 

“Nothing. Just Kimiko’s boyfriend doing some stupid challenge of the month.” 

“What is the challenge this time?” Rin was getting rather chatty today. And for the wrong reasons. You knew if he was to know about this challenge he was going to either scoff at you saying that it was pointless like he did every other time when you showed him any video or challenge. On the other hand what was the harm in the vague mentioning of it anyway? “NNN challenge.” “Mhm hm… is it just acronyms or is there actually a meaning to it.” “Everything has a meaning to it, Rin. It depends if you’re interested in it or not and like every other challenge for you, it is stupid. So pray tell why would you want to know what it is anyway?” you asked, clicking your phone shut. 

“Just tell me what it is,” he said, rolling his eyes. So dramatic, yet like a child he couldn’t keep his curiosity at bay, making a smile play on your lips. “No nut november challenge.” Shaking his head, Rin took out his own phone, long fingers tapping away at his keypad impatiently.

Eyebrows pinching and eyes narrowing, he prodded his tongue into the side of his cheek in awkwardness. Sighing through your lips, you kept yourself from laughing, your hand over your lips stifling your giggles while your shoulders shook. 

“Fine then, have it your way.” he said, hands resting palm down on his thighs, getting up from the couch. “You’re not thinking about going through the challenge for one month are you?” you asked, feigning a mortified expression. Leaning over you, he kept a few centimeters between you and him,  hands placed on either side of you. Placing his palm on your cheek, his thumb towards your lower lip, gliding across the skin of it. “I do yoga, puppy. It doesn’t take a thought to know who has the upper hand out of the two of us.” he rasped, pulling away from you with an all knowing glare, going towards the kitchen, with the aim to crush your ego in the next few weeks to come. Seems like this month was going to be a hard one for you, unless… you had managed to turn the tables in your favor. 

✦ 𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 : 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐍𝐍𝐍 𝐰𝐚𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐲. 

Stepping out of the shower, Resnuke watched as you scrolled through your social media, the sounds of music from short videos filling up the room while lying down. Covered in his clad towel he moved towards the cupboard, pulling out a pair of loose fitting pajamas that he wore to sleep, choosing to not wear a shirt. You giggled while he slipped into bed beside you. 

Resting his chin on your shoulder, he watched your illuminated screen with you, his other hand coming under your neck, eyes catching a flash of a text. “Are you gonna jump on the  bandwagon for doing the NNN challenge?” Tapping on your keypad, you were quick to reply. “Idk… I don't think Rensuke would be up for it.” Oh? You thought he was upto the mark for the NNN challenge? He didn’t know about the details of it, considering that it had never been brought up and the minimal amount of effort he spent on social media, limiting his knowledge of this. “And what makes you think I wouldn’t be up for it?” Rensuke asked, a stern tone laced with sleep taking over his voice. 

“Mhm? And since when were you interested in the NNN challenge?” you asked, turning to face him, clicking your phone shut. “Not that I know what it is, but what makes you think I’d back down?” 

“You want to skip out on sinful intimacy and not touch yourself for an entire month, Rensuke?” 

Pulling back, his eyes met yours, his auburn orbs holding a daring expression. Turning you over, he placed on your back, straddling your hips. Leaning down, he placed himself on his elbows, his bare abs coming in contact with the thin material of your shirt, yet still feeling the surface of his hard muscles against your stomach. You could feel the light pants from his lips as he adjusted himself above you, the minty whiffs of his warm breath on the tip of your nose. “Look at me.” Staring up at him, you felt your fingertips dig into the surface of the mattress, resisting the urge to pull him into you as you had done times before. Even if you had shared intimacy with him many times, the scene managed to make your heart race and your face heat up. But this time… it was almost like Rensuke had a point to prove, that you were going to lose the challenge if you went through with it, with him tempting you for the next thirty days. Eyes looking into his half lidded ones, your gaze shifted from them to his lips, mesmerized by the way his lips formed around the words. 

“I can fuck you whenever I want to.” You swallowed hard, body squirming in response to his raspy voice as he said it. 

“I don’t need some stupid challenge to show my self restraint.” he said, hand moving towards the column of your throat as he lips came to the side of your ear, placing a kiss on the lobe of it while his fingers lightly traced circular patterns into the skin of your throat and his other hand weaved his fingers between yours. 

“Imagine not having this for another month. Don’t want that to happen do you?” Rensuke purred, making you whine. Pulling away from you, he kissed the tip of your nose, dropping himself on the other side of his bed. 

“Too bad, it seems like you landed yourself in this one. Since I would be ‘up for it.’” Rensuke said, a smirk playing on his lips as he faced away from you to sleep. That night you racked your brain for ideas of how you could possibly seduce him for the next 30 days, thinking of how you could make his patience snap. 

✦ 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 : 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞.

Meguru placed his feet on the sofa as he watched the match on the screen before him, your head in his lap as you scrolled through your phone, laughing particularly hard at one meme about people losing the NNN challenge, making Meguru look at you in fondness yet curiosity. Playing with your hair, he asked you in a playful tone. “What’s got you laughing?” 

“Seems like people are losing the NNN challenge.” “What’s that…?” he asked, cocking his head to the side, clueless. 

“You can’t touch yourself or your partner for the whole month of November. That’s the No nut November challenge.” you said simply, looking back at your phone. You didn’t feel Bachira move or the sound of the television that was now on mute. Just what was the thinking? Tilting your head up slightly, you were met with the sight of Meguru staring into empty space before him. 

“What are you thinking about Meguru?” you asked, playing with the blonde colored parts of his hair. He hummed in response, taking your hand into his, entwining his digits with yours. “Tell me.” “It's not that hard.” he declared, looking down at you, his honey like gaze holding mischief in them. 

“What isn’t?” “The challenge.” he said, a smirk playing on his lips. Choosing to contest him, you got up from your spot, hsi face looking relaxed and close to smug. “You think you can pull off this challenge?” you asked, crossing your arms over his chest. “It is not impossible.” he said, sinking into the couch with a wave of his hand to show the easiness he felt about it. “You and the no nut november challenge? Meguru there’s no way-” “Why don’t we take it up then?” he asked, eyes staring into yours with dispassion. Leaning forward, he placed a hand behind you, his cheek coming close to yours as he whispered into your ear. “I know that I fuck you like an animal, make you cry out and make you stand on shaky legs the next day.” 

Pulling away his eyes bore into yours, half lidded and smug. “But I can be tame sometimes.” You metally groaned at the thought of not having pleasure for the next month. There was only so much you could do on your own, your body wanting Meguru and his touch. 

“So we’re going through with it.” he said with finality, turning towards the television screen, unmuting it, paying attention to the match. 

You turned to the other side of the couch, making sure to hide your phone away from Bachira’s gaze. ``100 ways to seduce your boyfriend, when he won’t pay attention to you.’ 

✦ 𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 : 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞.

Although Nagi spent most of his time on his phone watching videos of football, learning new tricks or playing games, he wasn’t confined to living under a rock. Scrolling through social media, he was waiting for the announcement of a new game that was dropping that day, his eyes catching a glimpse of a post that he was unfamiliar with, the caption stating, ‘When you fail the NNN challenge.’ 

The ping of your phone caught your attention, causing you to pick up the device. It wasn’t a surprise to see a message from Nagi, but the message itself caught you off guard. Clicking on the video, you felt a laugh come out of you as the video played that of a panicked man realizing it was the night of the thirty first of October. It was the NNN challenge. But why would Nagi send you that? Your question was answered with the appearance of a text bubble that came beneath the said video. 

Sei ♡ : ‘What are the limits here?’ 

Sighing you typed back.

You : Are you asking me about the challenge? Sei ♡ : yeah its all over my feed now. 

You : Why don’t you just search it up? Sei : Too lazy. 

Shaking your head at his sloth like personality that took over at times when he wasn’t at a field, you typed back, 

You : It’s the No nut November challenge. You can’t touch yourself or your partner for the whole month of November. 

You watched as the text bubble appeared and reappeared, this time the text making you quirk an eyebrow. 

Sei ♡ : Let’s do it. You : Are you sure? I don’t think you can hold out long. 

Little did you know that your text had made Nagi stand his ground and not change his mind, providing him with the motive to toy with you until you gave in and lost the challenge. 

It had been five minutes with Sieshiro leaving you on read. Had he grown hesitant and decided that the challenge was not worth it? You felt a smirk come on your lips at the thought of having the upper hand of the argument, managing to have him question his capacity of self restraint. Your train of thoughts was interrupted with the ping of your phone, making your curiosity rouse as you stared at the screen. 

Sei ♡ : Sent an attached image.

Opening the picture you felt heat rise to your cheeks as you took in the sight before you. Nagi had lifted up his jersey the cloth between his teeth, displaying a set of well cut abs with a light sheen of sweat, his jersey shorts being pulled a bit under his adonis belt by his gloved hand, the veins on his forearms prominent, presenting the sinful image of his v lines along with the happy trail that went down into the hem of his shorts. Taking a screenshot of the image, you saw the appearance of a text bubble. 

Sei ♡ : ‘Think you can hold out long? Taking an ss isn’t very nice yk?’ Seishiro smirked at the upper hand he had in the game with you taking the bait. Little did he know about the tricks you had up your sleeve, deciding to online shop for outfits were sure to break his even temper.

[kaiijo]

THINGS YOU DO THAT HE FINDS HOT — [BLUE LOCK]

characters: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, kunigami rensuke, nagi seishiro, chigiri hyoma, itoshi rin, barou shouei content: gn! reader, suggestive content notes: hope you enjoy!

⋆｡° isagi yoichi

oh. my. gosh. isagi is absolutely down bad for you wearing his clothes — specifically, his jersey. tbh all the players love when you do but with mr. isagi “egoist” yoichi is one of the most obsessed with it.

whether his clothes are loose, tight, or fit just right, isagi’s face is flushed red and his eyes are glued to you with stars in them. after he see you in his jersey, he’s giving you his sweatshirts and jackets and looking up matching clothes on the internet

⋆｡° bachira meguru

bachira immediately gets butterflies in his stomach whenever you dance. he loves seeing how carefree you are when you do and just the way you twist and move your body.

if you really want to make his heart skip a beat, invite him to dance with you with an outstretched hand and a sweet grin and he’s absolutely putty in your hands. when you dance as close as you can, chest to chest, he’s melting in your arms with an uncharacteristically shy smile and a whole army of butterflies in his stomach

⋆｡° kunigami rensuke

kunigami really, really, really likes it when you openly admire his physique. he’s not trying to be vain but he works hard for his muscles so he loves it when you show your appreciate for that hard work

you can do this in various ways: compliment him, stare at him when he works out, squeeze around his arm and ask if he’s bulked up more since the last time that he saw you with a little, cheeky smile. whatever you do, it has kunigami feeling a little lightheaded

⋆｡° nagi seishiro

this might be cliché but nagi thinks it’s super hot when you get really passionate about things that either you like or that he likes. as someone who is pretty lazy, there’s something about the contrast of you getting fired up that he likes. he’s focuses on how animated you get when you’re telling him about something you love, the way you speak, the way you gesture, nagi just can’t take his eyes of you

like i said, he really likes you being passionate about things he likes. when you get really into a video game you’re playing together, sharp eyes trained in the screen and your fingers mashing buttons on your console, cursing quietly under your breath when something doesn’t go right — it may not seem that nagi is paying attention but he is and he’s enjoying every moment he’s spending with you

⋆｡° chigiri hyoma

chigiri’s face gets really warm whenever you trace your fingers along his face. you’re reverent, enraptured by his beauty and even though chigiri is always told how pretty he is, it’s different when it comes from you because it’s you. he’s squirming and blushing under your gaze

what makes him even more flustered is if you’re cuddling with one another and you ghost your fingertips along his jawline and whisper about just how beautiful he is. there’s something so intimate about it and chigiri feels like he’s locked in some sort of trance with you that neither of you really care to leave

⋆｡° rin itoshi

laughing at his jokes even when they’re deadass not funny is the quickest way to get rin’s heart thumping. because he’s someone who’s usually super serious, it’s kind of rare for him to crack any quips but when he does, it usually falls flat because people think he’s serious (or because it’s blatantly not funny) but you can always figure out when he does and he can count of you to let out a little giggle at the very least

maybe it’s the way your mouth curves into a smile or the way your eyes light up with amusement but rin just thinks you look your best when you’re laughing (especially at his jokes/“jokes”). he presses adoring kisses to every inch of your face when you get a private moment together

⋆｡° barou shouei

barou is an absolute sucker for you getting along with his younger sisters. he’d honestly rather die than admit it but regardless of how old they are (if they’re really much younger or pretty close in age to him), you being an older sibling figure and role model to them really attracts him to you

he may always roll his eyes when his sisters insert themselves into your time together, but he would absolutely kill for them (and for you) so seeing all the people he cares most getting close just makes him feel even more superior for choosing you as his partner. when they finally do leave you alone, he’s definitely pulling you into his arms to show you his appreciation

[popponn]

chigiri who genuinely thinks the best method to apply chapsticks is by applying some on you before taking some of it through kissing. even in public because 'bf privilege' he says.

isagi who changes his phone case into a clear one just to put your photo with him in it. sometimes look at it with a lovesick smile then get embarrassed when someone points it out.

nagi who tries his best to take care of you when you are sick. yes, with the power of 'group call' and 'asking maid king and reo', but he turns out to be a good sick people caretaker too.

sae who gets jealous at the pettiest thing, if that's even the appropriate word. what do you mean your shoes are matching with that stranger you never know instead of him???

rin who actually calls for your first name for the first time by shouting it out of panic. he doesn't mean for it to come out, it is supposed to be "moron!" and such, but it certainly just slips out from his mouth.

kaiser who never says it but loves it when you bite the cap of eyeliner while trying to do his eyeliner while straddling his lap. never been so glad he makes sure you will do his every morning.

[mybelovedrin]

✷ ITOSHI RIN x reader. fluff, established relationship. reader talks a lot and rin listens. this is actually pointless. warnings: the writing is kinda messy, i think. note: i just really think that rin <3 ! sorry if there's typos.

"shut up."

rin probably says these two words to you more than he says 'i love you'.

yet, he really, really does not want you to shut up.

it's been twenty minutes since you came from your dinner with your friend. twenty whole minutes of you rambling. twenty whole minutes of rin lying in bed, his arms feeling empty since you're too busy turned away from him as you change into more comfortable clothes. twenty whole minutes of him having to listen to your friend's husband's family's problems while his eyes stay locked on you as you throw on one of his shirts and then start removing your make up.

and again, he really, really does not want you to shut up.

but he would really prefer holding you while you ramble, and the fact that it's been twenty minutes and he hasn't even gotten a kiss yet is kind of starting to get to him.

"so anyway, she's basically hated by everyone from his side of the family— and i told her over and over that she should talk to him about it, but she just won't listen to me. god, why am i blessed with such stubborn friends?"

at this point, he feels like he's skipped eight chapters.

and yet he still listens, humming thoughtfully as he shifts in bed a little, pulling the covers over him just a bit more as he sighs in defeat, staring up at the ceiling as he mumbles, giving his own opinion. "shouldn't pressure her into it, though."

you groan, giving him a look as you still stand in front of the mirror while doing your skincare now. "i'm not, i swear! those people suck. she shouldn't be letting them do what they want and i'm sure that her husband would do something if he knew how salty they are."

his eyes go from the ceiling to you, blinking sleepily as he stares at the way his shirt looks on you. "when are you coming to bed?"

"almost done, rinnie."

he yawns quietly, turning around so that his back is to you. if he couldn't hold you yet, he could at least listen to your voice. "then does she really plan to just endure that treatment?" his voice is muffled by the pillow as he asks, setting you off on another talking spree.

"i guess she does. i hope everything goes well for her. but personally, i would not tolerate stuff like that." you say, shrugging as you finally finish your business, before going into the bathroom to wash your hands and brush your teeth.

the few minutes of you being gone and quiet make rin feel as miserable as ever.

he waits and waits, eyelids heavy.

when the mattress finally dips next to him and he smells the familiar scent of your skin products, he swears he's never moved this fast to turn around in bed and latch onto you.

you chuckle as he buries his face into your neck, holding him close as your little giggle turns into a quiet laugh when he groans in annoyance. "you took too damn long."

his hair tickles the side of your face. it's getting longer, you realise as you play with it gently, smoothing over some soft strands on the back of his head while he sighs softly into your skin.

"i talked a lot earlier, didn't i?" you ask quietly, your lips curling into a sheepish smile.

rin stays quiet for some time, his arms around you tight and firm as he presses himself against your side, even going as far as to place his muscular leg over you, caging you in against the soft mattress of the bed. "y'know i don't mind that."

"yeah, but im sure there's a limit—"

"there's no limit when it comes to you. 'kay?" he says quietly, his voice groggy and deeper now as he gets closer to drifting off— almost as if he was ending that discussion right there, not wanting to hear you talking about yourself in such a way.

"yeah, but—"

"shut up." he cuts you off, and you stop talking, only to let out another soft laugh. "if you're gonna complain about yourself, that is. now, more sleeping and less talking. i'll listen to the remaining part of your friend's story during breakfast tomorrow."

you snort at his devotion to listening to your silly stories, a slight wave of warmth creeping up your neck. "fine."

he nods a little, before holding you tighter.

"and i didn't get a single kiss from you ever since you came, by the way."

"oh, i am so sorry. my most sincere apologies." you speak, clearly joking as you shower him with light pecks on the side of his face that's peeking out from the crook of your neck.

he grunts, not being able to hide the redness under his warm skin as he feels your soft lips. his eyes stay closed shut. "ok. good night."

"no 'i love you' or anything?"

he sighs heavily. "shut up."

"...and i love you." he adds, before letting himself relax into his sleep when you let out a satisfied sound and say it back to him sweetly, your soft voice partially responsible for putting him to sleep.

[ode2rin]

all my flaws

pairing. itoshi rin x gn!reader

genre. post-argument fluff | suggestive themes | established relationship | new boyfriend!rin 

content/warnings. 2k+ wc | characters are in their 20s ! | pro-athlete!rin | making out | narration heavy! | profanity | minimal proofread (me and my word vomit) | it’s like a new installment of this rin

in which: people say new relationships supposedly need a breakthrough fight to level up, but rin swears he would rather go through hell than do this again.

Your first fight as a couple freaked Rin out, even though he appeared stoic during the argument.

In the heat of the moment, Rin abruptly left your apartment, not uttering a word. Instead, he left you with a lingering glance filled with apathy—a look he'd never cast upon you before. His eyes turned void once again, when you were just getting used to it being bright and free.

What began as a simple disagreement, like any other couple's quarrel, escalated into rhetorical questions, accusing tones, and suddenly, it was him against you.

Silently, he rose from his seat, walked to the door, and vanished like a shadow that had never existed. To Rin, it felt like the right thing to do. You can't leave him if he does it first, he convinced himself. A twisted logic, fueled by emotions creeping from his past.

Yet apparently, his logic seems to be in total shambles when mixed and driven by emotions concerning you, because ten minutes later down the road, he wanted nothing more but to turn the car around.

Even so, in Rin’s true self-sabotaging fashion, he refrained. Because he’s awful, selfish, and couldn’t even fix insignificant arguments like a normal person would. Convinced of his own flaws, he believed you shouldn’t be with him— shouldn’t give him that chance after all.

The next thing he knew, the ten minutes he could’ve made to retreat back and apologize turned into 27 hours and 48 minutes of misery, spent in non-speaking terms with you.

It sucks. Everything sucks.

That night, he slept in his own bed. The next day, the in denial and emotionally constipated side of him made himself believe that the expensive yet seemingly useless mattress felt responsible for the raging tension in his shoulders and back. Of course it wasn't because of the absence of your messages or the unfamiliarity of his own bed. Of course, it’s the bed’s fault.

Life isn’t what it used to be. The sun didn't shine properly if it didn't come through the window of your room he spent the night in, his usual protein drink tasted like absolute shit because you didn’t make it for him, and not to mention the lack of cuddles before he gets up in the morning— it was bound to be the worst day of his life ever since you happened.

To make things even worse, he’s disassociating in practice, even missing a goal making everyone stop in their tracks. It was an unusual sight, Itoshi Rin doesn’t miss, after all. 

He was acting so gloomy that Bachira even pointed out how there’s a storm cloud looming over his head. A statement that earned a curt ‘fuck off, bobcut’ from the striker.

Meanwhile, Isagi took a more rational approach of expressing his concern toward his friend’s atypical behavior by taking out his phone and sending you a message.

Isagi: Did something happen between you and Rin? He's being tenfold more insufferable. [1:13 pm] Isagi: Please do something about this. - Chigiri [1:15 pm]

On the receiving end of these messages, you couldn't help but admit to yourself that you felt a peculiar sense of relief, knowing Rin was grappling with the same turmoil after he left.

You'd had your share of arguments before—petty disagreements that were easier to fix due to forced proximity. It was simpler when you were obligated to walk together on the way home from school; otherwise, he would stand in the same spot outside your classroom if you decided to be petty and ignore him. Annoyed but still caring, he insisted on confirming you got home safely, reasoning that your houses were next to each other.

Rin was still hard-headed, much like all these years. A testament to this was his silence over the past 24 hours.

Reading Isagi’s text messages once more, you let out a sigh and made up your mind – you will force him to fix things with you. You will express your displeasure at his abrupt departure, insist he not repeat it if he wants to do this right with you, and convey that it should always be the two of you against any problem.

It might be a blow to your pride to give in first, but it is what the two of you needed. It is what he needed. 

It just happened that you loved that man enough to provide what he needed, despite all flaws.

A day of missing you must have driven him to hallucinate, Rin concludes. You, perched on his couch, delicately peeling oranges and chuckling at a whimsical show on the screen, are just a hallucination.

“You’re home.”

And would you look at that, hallucinations even speak.

From your vantage point, Rin looks like he's seen a ghost greeting him with his unblinking teal orbs and brows slightly arching upwards. You notice the subtle tightening of his grip on the strap of his gym bag as he takes measured steps towards you, as though cautiously approaching a dream he fears might dissipate.

“Rin?” you whisper in confusion. It was meek, barely a whisper of his name, yet it was all that he needed to close the gap between you in mere seconds.

You gape at him from how determined his strides were. Surprise is instantly replaced by warmth as your lover basically throws himself over you for a well-sought embrace the moment you're within his arms’ reach.

You’re real, and you’re here.

And he can’t even begin to tell you how much tension finally left his body with that realization.

“I thought…” he trails off, burying his face in the crook of your neck. 

As shallow as one might say, each passing hour of being away from you has fully convinced Rin that it might have been the end to what the two of you had.

“I’m sorry.”

“Me too,” you whisper softly in his ear, your fingers finding solace in the familiar texture of Rin’s hair, tenderly tracing paths down to his nape. Rin responds with a gentle kiss along the side of your neck, a silent affirmation of his gratitude for the comforting gesture.

Unspoken sentiments hang in the air, but neither of you feels the need to verbalize them just yet. The minutes stretch, and you both savor each other’s warmth that has been sorely missed.

As minutes gracefully slipped away, you initiated the release from his embrace, much to his chagrin. Rin openly displayed his disapproval by gently yet firmly wrapping his arms around you. But you were resolute in your purpose and slightly pushed him back.

“Have you eaten?” you ask, holding his face to look at you.

“No.”

“I’ll make you some food, then. Stay here.”

Before your intentions could take you to the kitchen, Rin pulled you back making you fall back to his lap. “don’t want you to go,” he confessed.

“But dinner–”

“No.”

“No? You don’t want to eat?”

“No,” he firmly replied, “Later. I want to hold you first.”

You didn’t respond to Rin, and just took it upon yourself to make yourself more accessible for him to hold by facing him while still seated in his lap. The shift in position sent a shiver of anticipation through both of you, and Rin, consumed by the moment, reveled in the exquisite sensation of your body pressed closely against his.

Slowly, his fingers reached the side of your jaw, tracing and guiding you closer to meet him halfway. With closed eyes, you felt his lips approaching, delicately and purposefully, until his lips were a breath away from yours. The distance between your lips diminished as Rin closed in, capturing your mouth in a sweet, lingering surrender. 

Rin’s strong hands explored every inch of you it could reach. You felt his touch on your neck, shoulders, down to your thighs. The teasing fingers paid extra attention to your waist, their grip subtly teasing the hem of your shirt. You melt into him more when you feel said teasing hands slide inside.

He was everywhere— your mind, your body, your very soul. Rin had them well occupied with all of him.

A soft gasp escapes you when he nips the familiar spot on your neck just below your ear, each kiss that follows tracing a path to your collarbones. Another gasp, louder this time, as Rin gently sucked the skin beneath your collarbones, mending the sweet sting with his feather-light kisses.

It was getting harder to think when a feeling of desire ran from your chest down toward your inner thigh from how impossibly hot Rin’s lips were consuming you.

And just when you thought he had had enough of you, Rin’s hand once again cradled your jaw, guiding your gaze to meet his. Shivers danced down your spine as you absorbed the sight of his half-lidded, glossy teal eyes.

“I need you, baby,” he breathed, “please.”

It seemed as though there was a lot to make up for in the past twenty-four hours that he couldn't hold you.

You stirred from your sleep to the sensation of lingering kisses scattered from your forehead down to your jaw.

Blinking away the remnants of sleep, you found your lover gazing at you with those bright and free teal eyes, and you swore you never had a better way to start the day than this.

A smile graced your lips as you prepared to reciprocate the affection, intending to reach for him and plant a kiss on his jaw. However, your gesture was momentarily halted by his unexpected outburst.

“I love you.”

Professing to you used to terrify Rin – it used to knock all the air from his lungs and make the room seem so small. Now, with a few years ahead to gather enough backbone to escape the misery of pining, professing to you— loving you, felt as easy and natural as breathing.

And he hoped, with every beat of his heart against yours, that he would be breathing just fine in the many years to come.

“I love you,” he tells you again. Just for good measure, to ensure you heard him right, and just to make sure you know he does love you.

You heard him well. His words were clear enough, and the rapid beating of his heart against yours was loud enough to attest.

“Say it back, please,” he pleaded against the soft skin of your neck.

“I love you, Rin.”

“Still?”

“Still.”

He offered no verbal response, but a palpable sigh of relief emanated from him. For a man of few words, he sure does need a lot to feel better.

His warm breath lingered on your skin as a brief silence enveloped you both. Then, with a deliberate yet gentle gesture, he gathered both your arms, placing them above his shoulders, and pulled you closer by your thigh, guiding it above his own.

He loved holding you this way. He wasn’t a big believer, but he wondered if this, right here, was the closest he would ever come to heaven.

“But we have to unlearn those bad habits, Rin,” you asserted, your voice carrying a firm resolve, “No more leaving. We will sit through it, and we will talk, baby.”

Rin’s arms around your waist tightened, as if silently acknowledging your words. You knew he was listening— Rin could be hard headed and all, but he always listened. To you, and only you, that is. 

Minutes passed in silent communion, the world outside fading away as you and Rin held each other. Eventually, drowsiness began to cast its gentle veil over your senses. You couldn't tell if Rin had fallen asleep because his face was buried in the curve of your neck, hiding away in your scent. Yet, the soft and steady rhythm of his breath made you think so.

As you closed your eyes, allowing the realm of dreams to envelop you, Rin’s voice, muffled and quiet, broke the silence.

“Are we going to be fine?”

Barely audible, his question carried a hint of hesitation. And perhaps, if you listen a little closer, you could almost hear the 11-year-old Rin behind his lucid words.

Lucky for him, you had known that little boy throughout your life, enough to love him just as he needed, despite all flaws.

“We will be.”

note. hi, my life ain't life-ing lately soooo here !! i hope all of you are fine and having a blast. but if you aren’t, i’m sending you all of my love. we’ll have better days ahead, trust 🤞🏻

[saekkas]

𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

summary: your beloved son is a tiny, warmer version of your husband, itoshi rin, clingy and talkative without a care in the world. rin thinks you gave birth to a devil, one that won't let him spend time with you alone.

tags: 1.2k wc | f!reader | established relationship (they're married) | they have a kid in this | aged up characters | pro-athlete rin | kissing (nothing too suggestive), uncle sae makes an appearance

notes: happy birthday to rin itoshi q(≧▽≦q) also shout out to @okkalo because apparently great minds think alike

"black or red?" you mumble, eyes raking down your own reflection in the mirror. "what would he like better?"

at 5 pm on the third friday of every month, you always run into the same problem: date night. itoshi rin, your wonderful and adoring husband of five years, has kept the tradition of taking you out for a romantic dinner and drive throughout the city.

it started on your first anniversary when he surprised you by planning a date at a five-star restaurant that's always fully booked. back then, you were both still fresh out of college with no money to your names and you always wondered how he paid for the cheque.

fast forward years later, with your job as a top marine biologist and his as a renowned soccer player, your college romance seems so far away and yet, it's only bloomed into something far beautiful.

"dad says he likes both!"

you turn around at the words, a grin spreading across your face as you watch your bundle of joy run into the room. his legs are wobbly, and his hair is a dark mess on top of his head but the sight of him barreling straight towards you never fails to warm your heart.

"hello, my prince" you mumble, letting him bury his head into your neck. his hair tickles your skin, and you chuckle when he leaves a kiss on your collarbone. "did you have fun with your dad?"

"yeah! he bought ice cream then we went to the park to play soccer!"

he pulls away from you, bright teal eyes roaming over your face, staring as if he hasn't seen you for years when, in reality, it's only been a few hours. your beloved son is a tiny, warmer version of your husband, clingy and talkative without a care in the world.

"and then we-"

"alright, squirt. time for you to leave."

speak of the devil and he shall appear.

your head snaps towards the bedroom door, your grin melting into a soft smile as your husband steps into the room. rin wears a white fitted undershirt, obviously having changed whilst you were busy with your son.

rin moves, pressing a kiss to your cheek, one your son playfully blanches at, before trying to tug the small carbon copy of himself to where his brother stands at the door.

keyword: trying.

"but i haven't finished talking to mom!" your son whines, tugging his hand out of rin's. he trudges back to you, happily wrapping his arms around your leg, poking his tongue out at your husband. "go away!"

rin grunts, walking over towards you with a growing scowl on his face. "your mom and i have a date. sae's waiting to take you outside."

"well, uncle sae can wait!" the miniature devil in disguise tightens his grip on your leg, shooting a glare at rin before showing you his best puppy eyes. "i wanna be with mom."

"uncle sae can wait, i can't."

sometimes you wonder why the two halves of your heart can never get along.

they bicker, much like how rin used to with sae. whether it's in the morning, afternoon, or night, they'd find a reason to keep on getting on each other's nerves.

you'd be lying if you said it didn't amuse you, especially when you know that their hardheadedness stem from their love of you.

"well you should learn how to be more patient, papa!"

"she's my wife, you little squirt."

you laugh when rin finally reaches you, wrapping his arms around your waist, almost too territorial as he grabs his son's head, moving him away from you like pulling a toy from a claw machine.

"well, she's my mama too!" his small carbon copy huffs, slapping rin's hand away, all the while shooting him a glare. "you're so annoying!"

"okay, okay, that's enough," you sigh out, pressing a kiss to rin's cheek before pushing him away gently, crouching until you're eye level with your son.

you can see rin's disgruntled face in the corner of your eye. "your dad and i have a date tonight, sweetie. will you let us go, hm? i'll cook your favorite meal when you get back from uncle sae's. how about that?"

you watch him hesitate, twitching in his spot, occasionally throwing glances at his dad before he finally says, "i want that and kisses! cuddles too!"

you wonder where he learned to be such a good negotiator.

"okay," you mumble, pressing a soft kiss on his forehead before rin takes his hand, practically dragging your son to the front door where his brother stands, waiting with an amused smile. "be a good boy, okay?"

"wait, one more thing!" your little boy lurches out of rin's grip and you have to silence your laugh with a hand on your mouth, eyes crinkling in amusement at the fiery glare rin shoots him.

your son moves in, placing a kiss on your cheek before whispering cheekily, "you should make dad sleep on the couch tonight."

rin calls his name, muttering what you're sure to be curses under his breath, and you watch as your son moves towards him. only to completely disregard the hand rin has outstretched in favor of sae's.

sae nods his head towards you, one you copy before waving when he takes your son into his car for a weekend away.

"finally alone," your husband mutters, his tone deep and gruff. you can see the tension melt away from his shoulders when you wrap your arms around his shoulders, clinging to his frame. "i can't believe you gave birth to a little devil."

rin has always been touchy. it's a fact he's proven time and time again, ranging from your first date until this very moment of when he glides his hand through your hair, playfully tugging at your strands.

"you look beautiful," he mumbles, moving to nuzzle his face into your neck. he trails kisses down the column of your neck, and you sigh, having already experienced the sensation, albeit, a more innocent version, only minutes ago. "ready to leave?"

"hm? who are you and what have you done to my husband?" you chuckle, giggling when he retaliates to your words by nipping on your skin. you move your hand, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. "i'm kidding. you know i love it when you're all clingy and kissy."

he places one final kiss on your neck before pulling away, his eyes taking you in. "stunning," the words leave his lips as a breathy whisper, and you smile at the hazed look in his eyes.

he looks breathtakingly handsome with his hair gelled back and his undershirt wrapped tightly around his frame. you help him pull on his tuxedo, neatly pressed by your own hands only a few hours earlier, as he recounts his day out with your son.

and finally, you watch, amused when he takes off your ring and his, setting them both on your vanity drawer.

"shall we?" the words are muffled against your ring finger, the limb feeling oddly bare. rin kisses every single one of your knuckles before pressing one final kiss to your palm, his lips warm and soft.

"we shall."

he intertwines your fingers, tugging you out of your home and into his car, ready to take sweep you off your feet, just like he once did all those years ago when he made you his.