#sora.rin

[isatoru]

being in a relationship with rin maybe means you can’t discuss the medias you both enjoy like normal people because both of you are not normal in the sense of one of you is repressing it and refusing to talk about why that media resonates with them due to the fear of being perceived (rin) vs. the other (you) talks about it in such a chill manner that it would drive rin off the road like. he feels less alone hearing your interpretations out loud but he’s still Not Normal so he’s like pissy and doesn’t want to truly discuss lmao

[isatoru]

rin texting you if you ate yet and you say no... he’s so pissy about it that he gets up and makes an entire lunch for you and puts in the usual ("unnecessary") effort to make it very cutely decorated (because he knows you’re into that “lukewarm” [cute and silly] stuff), and well organized in a bento. comes over with it wrapped in furoshiki and shoves the box into your chest gently, mumbling “idiot”

[isatoru]

now i need to know if rin lets you swallow it when he cums in your mouth.... i don't know why i feel like he would be kinda into you kissing him right after you've sucked him off, even though he pretends he doesn't like it

in my head tbh rin just refuses to let you suck him off for a Long Time because it's such an "unnecessary" act to please him or make him feel good, he's really satisfied with the basic stuff. and because he "doesn't need it whatsoever." he thinks blowjobs are "lukewarm." (all his words lmao) he also would rather just eat you out and make you squirt in his mouth like the usual, kind of boost his ego about it nonchalantly, and that's that.

HOWEVER if you do manage to convince him to let you suck him off (maybe after a drink or two, or if he's in a good mood - he just needs to loosen up in Some Way lol), then yeah he won't admit to it but you kissing him with his cum in your mouth actually drives him off the road because why are you being so... cute and persistent about it - it makes him so flustered - it's frustrating. AND it's coming from your lips... it just makes him short fuse really bad because you made it sexy and he Wishes you didn't (glad you did, will never say it). because it's so gross that he's embarrassed how much he ends up enjoying it (freak in progress in that sense lol).

and no, he still won't let you swallow. goes "spit it out idiot" (or something /affectionate) - but he'll swallow himself from your mouth because he feels he has no choice (enjoys it more than he could ever admit it's embarrassing) <3

[isatoru]

rin and isagi FUCK INSANELY if you're a loser. but there's a different way they go about it. rin just gets really horny off your loserness in a pathetic way and it puzzles him like crazy why you make his carnal lust for you so unhinged. and isagi just wants to fix you a little, put you together in a way that leaves your mind blank, but still leave some room for improvement… both are overcome with the urge to make you orgasm an insane amount when you go off on your own tangent it’s kind of concerning... it’s a way they blow off steam and kind of knock some sense into you at once lmao

[isatoru]

SUPERNATURAL ❤︎

PAIRING ❤︎ Itoshi Rin x GN! Reader

SYNOPSIS ❤︎ Rin wants to know what possesses him to agree to indulge in your most stupid and unnecessary desires (by his definition).

WORD COUNT ❤︎ 2.1K (?? still short lmao)

CONTENT + WARNINGS ❤︎ SFW but my blog is 18+ !! no minors // domestic fluff // gender-neutral reader // classic tsundere rin but he loves you sm // he does pushups and you ask to be under while he does it trope <3

NOTE ❤︎ omg first fic after two years… everyone cheer >_<

Itoshi Rin takes only thirty minutes to warm up and then another thirty to actually warm up, to hit peak performance in his workout. 

The sweat trickling from his hair, sticking to his forehead, now reaches the sides of his cheek— hot and regulatory, jaw clenched unconsciously as he does it, the blood is rushed pumping to his arteries and his eyes are dead set staring at the living room couch just in front of him, fixated at the leather and its crevice linings that spread throughout. 

When alone, he is always far too focused and absorbed in himself that he never pays attention to his surroundings, not in the slightest. Only to the current fast-paced beating of his heart and the grip on the ground to steady himself in his push-ups. And the voice in his head to keep at it, push, push, push. 

More notably, in doing so he does not realize immediately that someone has slipped between his arms that ground him, beneath his leveled torso, that it seems wrong otherwise in this position — something ensnaring itself in his hold.

Even though a trap is far from the intention.

You never fail to take him by surprise, even after all these years of dating you. 

It makes Rin feel restless in a slightly irritating yet somewhat… endearing way. You take him by a stupid kind of surprise but it can be nice.

(Just a bit. He would never admit it to you outright, though. He’s always afraid of what can rush to your head easily. There’s no stopping you then.

Not that you ever could be stopped.)

He feels like a cat — enjoying its solitude and peace as it relaxes, lounging — flinching away from its owner who suddenly lunges (often) at the poor thing with its overwhelming affection and love, leaving it wide-eyed and flustered every single time, processing the shocking betrayal of its peaceful afternoon.

The exact same scenario is applicable here. Though, that’s said in loose terms. Rin is, after all, not a cat — and you are not his owner. 

Yet, you persist as if you are. You are a nuisance — by his definition loosely. (One he denies on the inside, but that’s digressing.)

“What the hell?”

The pang in his heart is purely from shock and the interruption of his workout, and definitely not because of the sloppy grin that adorns your features, soft and tender eyes staring up at him when he meets them, his own widened.

(Your grin with intent, totally scheming intent, he thinks. Bewitching, even. Usually harmless, in fact, but that’s digressing again.)

“Sorry, sorry!” You squeak beneath him, toothy grin stretched as you lift your hands (in an attempt) to push him back up, help steady his grip — not that he needs it after all, he manages just fine. “Don’t mind me. Just enjoying the view.”

Rin grimaces in response.

You always argue it’s a compliment, a playful one that reminds him of how much you find yourself attracted to him, but he only blankly stares at you each time — like now. Because he doesn’t want you to think you’re as charismatic as you try to be. He has never found you so, in fact, and he won’t in the foreseeable future.

(There is not a threat of a grin on his own face at this moment, not one. Not a single one.) 

There is visible redness to his cheeks, against that, and a crease beneath his lashes that seems to be the grimace but it’s an unconscious attempt to not appear flustered, not in the slightest. 

He argues it’s the intensity of the workout, in his head.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He says.

You pout and he grimaces even more.

“Well, if I were to answer that correctly I would say that I think I’m doing something to annoy you—per usual—but,” You quip, bringing a finger to his chest. “I will say the truth instead. I just want to try something cute with my boyfriend. Any harm in that?” 

Rin only blinks, and surprisingly his irritation hasn’t set in — not just yet. It is about to, though.

(If irritation in this scenario meant the rate of his heart spiking due to unwarranted… cuteness; he feels the word at the tip of his tongue and it makes him want to throw up. It’s too much, he thinks.

So, yes perhaps. There is harm, a weird one to his psyche, he’d argue. But won’t bother to.)

“Get out,” he grunts, softly.

You squirm for a minute beneath him and his eyes watch as you… make yourself more comfortable?

“No can do, I’m afraid,” You laugh. “I’m stuck here for the time being.”

Rin would never admit that, on days like this, he’s so used to your constant and useless pestering that is meant to be affectionate, that it never actually disturbs him. It disrupts this balance he maintains in his schedule, his peace of mind sometimes; but it doesn’t actually disturb anything. He’s just often easily irritable and grouchy. 

(Or there’s something supernatural going on… you somehow make it go away by some magical force Rin doesn’t see. That has to be it.)

Even so, in some way, he has to avoid it because it is too much — not with the way his heart spikes. 

“Alright.”

He finds himself mumbling that as he jerks his knee to sit back beside you, to no longer be hovering over you, when your fingertips suddenly grasp the fabric of his shirt, yanking him back down he almost stumbles if he wasn’t so stable at doing this.

Rin’s arms almost felt wobbly. Almost. 

(His lips almost touched yours and it’s frankly insulting that your intention wasn’t to kiss him. Completely not because of his grip, he never falters.)

“Oh—no, no, no!” You urged. “You’re not going anywhere. Keep doing those push-ups, boy.”

He narrows his eyes at you.

“Go be weird somewhere else until I’m done,” Rin grumbles. “You’re distracting and an obstacle in my way.” 

And then again, you laugh, louder it makes his grip a slight bit unsteady. Only a slight bit.

“Only Itoshi Rin calls his lover an obstacle unironically,” You sigh. “You’re lame. Let me have this.” 

“I could crush you,” he says. “And this is very cringeworthy, even for you.”

You gasp in clear offense and pinch his bicep. He doesn’t react to it, his lips are pursed in a firm line as usual.

“First off, it’s not cringe, that’s rude — this is something couples do all the time,” You retort, brows furrowed in anger it makes him slightly unstable. Slightly. “Second, nothing gets past you, Rin! You could even do hand standing push ups like this and it would come naturally to you — so what’s the excuse?”

Rin wonders that too.

“Lukewarm couples,” he clicks his tongue. “Even more cringeworthy.”

You lightly smack his bicep and it makes him deadpan.

(Like an insect that flew by and collided with his skin aggressively; you are literally harmless.

And yet, he's feeling a bit dizzy, like one would be after a sting or something.)

“We are not just any couple, Rin! If the activity itself is ‘lukewarm,’ then that should be a sign that we as a couple should turn it around,” You remark, raising a finger like the absolute nerd you are. “‘Un-lukewarm’ it, if you will. What do you say?”

Rin still scowls at you, but it’s much gentler than earlier initially — he doesn’t want to do this, he doesn’t want to do stupid and banal things other lame couples do. 

“You’re weird and annoying.”

The very idea makes him want to stick his tongue out in fake disgust... 

“C’mon,” You pout, “for me? Please? Pretty please?”

But… it’s also coming from you. And it’s never been easy to actually deny you of anything, even when he complains — it’s a phenomenon, really. What causes him to succumb to all that is you? 

There is that effect you always have on him that is impossible to resist and Rin still thinks it’s some sort of outside force, truly something supernatural, he’s so sure of it. Now more than ever, he will never learn to understand. 

Especially when you prod at him with a face like that… it makes something in him always stir. And it’s never been normal for him.

“Fine,” He mumbles, monotone. “Do what you want, I don’t care.”

(Rin contemplates the possibility of being possessed right now. That’s definitely a possibility. Fitting in supernatural.)

“Yay!” You squeal gently, feet kicking softly beneath him. “You won’t regret this, baby. Pretty soon you’ll ask me to be your workout partner too!”

You’re met with another deadpan.

“No,” He pushes himself back up again.

“You’re right,” You gesture, “I have to introduce you to other couple workouts before that… but this’ll do for now.”

Rin lowers himself down to your level, and his nose brushes against yours for a moment that it makes you wrinkle yours cutely in response to the sudden touch, but he goes back up like it was nothing — not smiling, and definitely not blushing.

“Wow. You’re always so serious, lighten up,” You huff. “Also so handsome, my god. Especially from this angle, it makes me wanna… hm.”

He does two more pushups before noticing your silence, your lips wobbling like you want to say something and he grumbles before indulging you.

“Makes you want to—what? Do more of this crap?”

“No,” You laugh. “Makes me wanna… kiss you. Kiss you stupid, at that.”

Rin pushes himself back up and looks straight ahead, away from you. A vein twitches in his head when you whine at the loss of eye contact.

“Can I kiss you? Please?” You pout, tilting your head.

It is supernatural. He will never learn to understand.

“You’re a pest,” He huffs.

It doesn’t surprise you when he says that, but it always takes you by surprise, even more so, when his eyes narrow and bore into yours. 

And he gives you what you want. 

The kiss is a little unsteady with his arm, a little salty on your mouth due to the fact he’s sweating and it probably tickles down to his lips in the process, and a little—no, very sweet. Your hands on his face, your thumbs rubbing his cheek bones, back and forth beneath his lower lash line — he didn’t mind it. It felt nice, nicer than he’d like to admit maybe — it makes his grip falter slightly and it almost makes him scowl at that. 

It’s just a kiss. Yet, you’re overpowered here, it’s definitely supernatural. 

(Rin definetly thinks he’s possessed. But he doesn’t think too hard about it.)

And you’re so happy. And he feels it when you grin into his mouth. 

When Rin pulls away, you giggle in such a ridiculous manner that if it wasn’t you he’d call you a loser and physically cringe. Instead, his cheeks grow hotter and his lips aggressively shut, his eyes narrowed still but glad to be staring back at you.

Natural, now. Maybe.

He feels a little dizzy. But he manages. Kiss him stupid, you did — maybe.

“That was so cute, I’m—!”

“Shut up.”

You close your eyes so aggressively in excitement and nod fast. “Alright, sure, whatever.” You got what you wanted, after all.

“I’ll deal with you later,” He murmurs, pushing himself back up.

Everything about love in theory was always lukewarm to him. That word is his argument. But that was, of course, until he was subjected to it by your presence, and he’s never been the same about it since.

Supernatural… yeah… right. 

Rin actually learned a while ago to understand that there’s nothing supernatural about your love or learning to tend to it, even when it disrupts the balance of his so-called nature, it’ll always live in you. In all its ways that he’s learning to grasp.

He’ll learn to grasp it in his hand, just like he learns that he simply can’t continue his workout now that you're here, looking up at him like that; just like he learns to click his tongue and say “screw it” to finishing his workout because he can’t stand it, just like he picks you up off the ground to carry you to the bedroom with a scowl, indulging in whatever it is that you want. 

He may never learn to fully express it, but he’s learned a few things from doing what you love. And that is small, stupid, things like these make him love you more, somehow. Somehow. And he’ll learn by always giving it you when you ask, even if it’s ridiculous by his definition inherently. 

Love is… not impossible, not “supernatural;” and it’s certainly not out of this world to fall for it more with you every time.