giving rin a handjob on the bench
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the yelling of adoration from fans across the stadium made rins head hurt. it didnt help he was benched for a little mistake last game, agitating him more than usual.
he sat slumped on the bench, his kits hem holding on by a thread as he pulls and fidgets with it.
ego sat a few chairs to the right of him, one row infront. rin was glaring at him in anger.
rin couldve made a goal by now.
besides rin, almost too close, was you. the teams lucky charm, who some how found a way into the dugout. under the pretense of comforting him, your hand slid onto his knee.
he flinched but didnt stop you. you two were the only ones in the row. everyones attention was focused on the game.
your fingers crept higher, tracing the inside of his thigh. you felt rin start to sweat as his shorts stuck to his skin.
he tried to focus on the game, but your touch was too distracting. your palm pressed against the bulge in his shorts and he bit his lip hard enough to swell.
“keep watching the match” you whispered, your head resting on his shoulder.
your hand dipped beneath the waistband, wrapping your fingers around his cock. he was already half-hard.
you stroked to a slow rhythm, rins hands gripped his seat and leans his head back, yn kissed his neck leaving a mark of lipgloss on him.
he keeps trying to breath steadily to not draw attention to them, but he keeps shaking and whining.
you worked his shaft with ease, thumb sliding over the sensitive tip. rins hips twitched involuntarily, pressing jnto your grip. you went faster, the wet sound of your hand gliding along his cock was muffled in the screams of the crowd.
a minute passed, rins thighs began to shake. he was close and you could sense it, the way his cock swelled and tensed his body. his breath came in short gasps, his jaw clenched tight.
a rope of cum shot across the fingers, spilling onto his shorts, soaking the fabric. and he couldnt hold back, a moan escaped his lips.
several heads turned, a couple of the other benched players glanced over with their eyebrows raised. ome of the assistant coaches paused their conversation.
ego slowly rotated his disgusting ugly head, his eyes narrowing as he stared at you and rin. your hand still inside rin shorts, rins flushed face and head leaned back.
the match went on, but in that small dugout, it felt like time stopped.
ego marched over, his footsteps sharp on the concrete.
he didnt even look at you. his eyes were locked on rin, humiliation burning his cheeks.
“thats why youre on the fucking bench.” ego said. “not because you lack talent, because you cant control yourself for 45 minutes.” he jerked his thumb toward the tunnel. “get the hell out. both of you.”
you pulled your hand free, wiping it on your own thigh, and stood. rin followed, his shorts a sticky mess, his head hung low.
the crowd roared as someone scored, but neither of you heard it. you only heard the echo of egos words.
GIVE ME PROMPTS FOR BLUE LOCK TOBER!!!
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