itoshiholic

SYPNOSIS ... rin itoshi’s daughter is a dream to baby sit, and her hot single dad is the ultimate dream to fuck :: based off CONTENT ... nsfw content, read at your own risk :: fem!reader :: dilf!rin :: reader atleast 21 :: vaginal fingering :: light degration :: light humiliation :: cheating mentioned (not by rin or reader) :: probably super oc tbh the further i wrote the more i realised this is nothing like rin :: this took me so damn long to write for some reason as well

three and half months ago. that’s how long ago you started working for rin itoshi

like clockwork you’d babysit his daughter monday through friday from three till eight pm once his soccer practice ended

it was perfect, you’d spend six hours with this darling little girl, her insanely hot dad would arrive home, tuck her into bed, then you’d inform him on everything that happened while she was in your care

it didn’t matter how serious a day’s events could be, the way his eyes would track your movements and the nods of approval he’d give you would always make you soak through your lacy underwear. it truely was embarrassing

it didn’t matter how close you and his daughter were, the man always remained a mystery to you, just a thirty-something football player who’d been divorced for the past three years. that was probably the most alluring part

“can i offer you a drink, [name]?”

sleeves rolled up to his elbows revealing his forearms, veins straining under his weight against the kitchen counter

“im okay, thank you though mr.itoshi”

he hummed in acknowledgment, then turned away from you. his toned back now staring at you through his polo

“how was she today?”

“good. as always. she’s like a little angel honestly”

you let out an airy laugh sensing a tenseness spread through the room

rin’s head turned over his shoulder slightly, if he didn’t you wouldn’t of caught the way his lips twitched up slightly. the small act made you heart pound and thighs squeeze tighter than before

his head turned back and he cleared his throat before speaking up

“you know [name], there’s something i wanted to bring to your attention”

shit. you racked through everything you’ve done ever since you stepped into the itoshi household. there wasn’t one memory of you crossing a line

“i-uh what it is..?”

your fingers instantly curled over the hem of your skirt, the palms of your hands rubbing across the fabric to stop the clammy feeling

“do you know if my daughter has a friend named miya?”

the emphasis on the word friend made you start to sweat. did the rin itoshi’s daughter have a boyfriend you weren’t aware about. you shook your head hoping it was the right answer

“let me be more specific. do you have a friend named atsumu miya my daughter knows about?”

your body stiffened at the mention of your ex. this had to be the most inconvenient thing for you to forget

memories of how you would be on the phone to your friends, talking about your cheating man whore of an ex with his innocent daughter doing homework. you swore she wasn’t paying attention

“…potentially mr.itoshi”

he hummed to no one in particular, you both now face to face across the island bench

“i’m assuming this guy was more than a friend, correct? ‘cause what i’ve heard from her, he was a quote, ‘cheating bum with nothing going for him’ ”

shame bubbled in your stomach and seeped up to your throat. you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eyes out of embarrassment

“i’m sorry mr.itoshi, that was unprofessional..”

it took all your might to keep your voice steady and yet you still failed. rin’s footsteps echoed as he inched closer to you, by the time you met his gaze again he was right in front of you

your nose burned lightly, tears threatening to fall at your undecided fate

“i always thought you were a pretty girl, very bright, and considerate. the fact you go above and beyond for my daughter means a lot to me”

he leaned in closer, this cologne invading your sense involuntarily, his cool minty breath fanning your face lightly

“you mean a lot to my little girl, to me. to think someone would cheat on a girl like you…such a kind and beautiful girl, it’s strange to me”

his voice lowered and became raspy. you couldn’t help but shift slightly, the slick in your panties soaking deep into the lacy fabric as it clung to your folds

rin’s hand reached up to your cheek, caressing it lightly while his veiny forearm coming into view again. you automatically leaned into the touch slightly and pushed your thighs closer together in a desperate attempt to stop the ache

the action caught rin’s attention and his hand moved away from your cheek, and down to your upper thigh. his thumb brushing up and down your thigh then stopping to sit at the hem of your skirt. your stomach was twisting into knots at the anticipation, your body growing more desperate for him by the second

“always thought you were gorgeous y’know”

his hand moved slowly, the tips of his fingers barely reaching under your skirt, now centimetres away from your throbbing core. you’d be embarrassed to admit how many times you’d played this exact scenario out in your head

your hips shifted slightly, body begging from his own

“may i?”

you couldn’t bring yourself to verbally answer, preferring to nod in response

“use your words”

his tone was partially aggressive at your lack of verbal confirmation

“..please…”

your voice not even a whisper as you made eye contact with the man in front of you. his fingers moved once again, inching closer to your cunt. your breath hitched when his hand barely grazed over the lacy fabric of your panties then slipped further down drawing lazy circles over the drenched fabric

“how lukewarm, this wet over nothing”

your face burned stomach bubbling with humiliation. his eyes remained focused on yours, his free hand now holding your cheeks to force your faces to remained locked on one anothers

rin’s hand slipped deeper, pulling the slick coated lace to the side giving him full access to your drenched pussy. he traced lightly over the folds, the wetness starting to cover his hand

you bucked your hips slightly whining in the process. you wanted, no, needed more

the tips of his fingers dipped between your soaked pussy making you moan at the new found feeling. rin’s hands were twice, if not more, the size of yours

“r-rin..”

his fingers barely rubbing inside your warm heat, his thumb now rubbing your clit gently, then pushing down on the bud, forcing out a louder moan

rin’s fingers traveled deeper into your pussy, the tight heat enveloping his ring and middle fingers up to the knuckles. he began to fasten his pace pulling gasps and cries out of you

“such a slut, being fingered fucked by someone who’s practically your boss”

you gripped onto one of his arms, the sounds of your slick and whines began to fill the room, while a pressure began to build in your lower stomach

“rin, please..!”

he only quickened his pace at your cries for him. his speed made your breath knock out of your chest. your nails drug into his forearm and your head fell forward into his chest, the white hot heat coiling tighter the longer he kept his fingers stuffed in your over sensitive, drenched cunt

tears pricked the corners of your eyes, rin’s hand pulled your head back up while other kept finger fucking you. your eyes met his again, yours teary and desperate while his were dark and unforgiving

your moans grew louder and the coil in you snapped coating his hand in your juices. his fingers worked you through your high, rin’s thumb still rubbing your clit

you panting began to even out and rin’s eyes softened once again. his fingers slowly leaving your tight heat, then sliding your ruined panties back over your sensitive folds

his hands now completely let you go as he began to speak again

“i’ll see you tomorrow [name], make sure you try to keep that little ex boyfriend of yours out of conversations with my daughter”

sae itoshi x f!reader

sae is late to your anniversary dinner

based off the couple from this fic and this fic (i really need to think of a name for this couple, comment any suggestions if you'd like!)

a/n:

trying to tell myself its okay to write a fic that isnt super mega long!!!! I end up putting sm pressure on myself that i end up losing motivation and ideas :////

<3

Sae makes sure he is always on time to meet you. Whether that’s at home after work, at the airport, the train station, a restaurant for a date, he is always on time, and even earlier whenever he can; he never wants you to feel like you’re not a priority, that he doesn’t care about your time or your feelings. Of course, there are times where he genuinely can’t help being late because of his job, but you’re always forgiving, him apologetic, and he promises to make it up to you (successfully every time) no matter how much you reassure him otherwise.

But today’s your anniversary dinner. And he’s very late.

He should’ve been more vigilant in checking the time, cursing his alarm that failed to go off, because before he knew it, time was flying by with practice, and he didn’t even realise that practice was continuing beyond the scheduled time. It was only when he slumped onto a bench in the locker room in fatigue did he check his phone, eyes widening in horror and heart plummeting to his stomach as he read the time; his practice has ended well over an hour more than it should’ve, and now he barely has time to shower, get ready and get a taxi to meet you at the restaurant. 

Sae had told you he’d get ready by himself straight after practice and meet you there, instead of going home first, because his practice grounds were closer to the restaurant anyway. He’d made sure he’d had enough time, calculated and told you when booking the table, made sure he’d be able to even arrive there early - but that was based on the time that his practice was supposed to end.

Now he’s taking the quickest shower of his life, not even sure if he’s washed off all the soap suds properly, foregoing drying his hair in hopes that the wind outside will dry it (and somehow style it) for him, changing into his pastel blue suit at record speed (but still with care because he knows if anything were to happen to it your heart would genuinely break) and fumbling to close his locker, cursing under his breath as the strap of his bag keeps sticking out and stopping it from shutting properly. His teammates can only stare in silence at his unhinged behaviour, not even being able to tell Sae that his shirt is inside out, his socks are mismatched and his zipper is still down, because Sae’s already rushed out the door without looking back or saying goodbye.

It’s only when he’s sitting in the taxi does he realise that he’s left his phone in the locker room, and because he was so busy trying to get ready in time, he hadn’t texted you that he’s running late. He swears aloud this time, telling the taxi driver to stop and wait for him while he runs back to the stadium to grab his phone (and his wallet, keys, watch, everything else he’d forgotten). The taxi driver splutters in disbelief at him but Sae’s already out the door before the car can even fully stop, sprinting down the pavement and trying to remain positive at the fact that at least he’d realised early before the taxi could drive away any further. 

The door to the locker room slams against the wall as Sae strides towards his locker. His teammates are shocked at his reappearance, fearful of his clear fury, but Sae’s already out again before they can conjure up a thought.

He immediately calls you as he begins to run again, his free hand double checking his pockets to make sure he hasn’t left anything behind for a second time because he is officially late to your booking. You answer his call immediately, and that makes him feel worse; he can’t imagine how horrible you must feel now, waiting alone at the restaurant, alone on your anniversary.

“Sae?”

“Baby, I’m so sorry, fuck, I’m so sorry, practice went over and I didn’t realise. My alarm didn’t go off and, fuck, I should’ve noticed. I’m so sorry, I’m on my way right now, I swear I’ll be there as quickly as I can-”

“Sae!”

“Baby?”

“It’s okay, really-”

“No, it’s not. You don’t have to say that. Shit, I really fucked up-” His hand is frantically running through his hair, still damp and he shakes his wet hand out on the pavement before hopping into the taxi again. He apologises to the driver, promising to pay him extra, before returning his attention back to you as the car starts to move again, “I’m in a taxi right now, I swear I’ll be there soon.”

“Sae… I moved our reservation time.”

“… What?”

“I moved our reservation time. We still have, like, over an hour left before our table.”

“How… when did you do that?” You giggle, and the weight on his chest lifts slightly at the sound.

“You didn’t text me that your practice ended. You always do, so I just assumed it was running late and decided to see if we could move our reservation to give you more time. We were really lucky that they had tables available later. I’m guessing you didn’t see my text?”

“Your… text?” Sae moves his phone away from his ear to check his notifications, and low and behold, there’s your text.

My Love

Just to let you know I’ve moved our reservation time!!! Since your practice is running late xxxx hope it’s going well!!! Text me when you finish <333

Sae can only let out a sigh of both disbelief and relief, putting his phone back to his ear as he drags a hand down his face. He must’ve been so distracted by the time that he hadn’t even noticed the notification.

“Shit. Fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t even see-”

“It’s okay, baby. Really. I bet you were tearing up that locker room thinking you were late.”

He can only laugh, what an understatement.

“I think my teammates probably think I’m a lunatic now.”

“What?! Oh no, Sae, what happened?”

“I’ll tell you all about it over dinner.”

“Okay… Aw, Sae, I’m sorry, maybe I should’ve just left it as it was-”

“No, don’t apologise. You didn't do anything wrong. I’m glad you changed it. I hate to imagine you waiting alone like that. I’d never forgive myself.”

“Are you sure? You’re still in the taxi on the way to the restaurant, right?”

“Shit, yeah. Well, I guess I have the time to come home and get ready now.”

You’d stayed on the phone with him the whole taxi journey home, telling him about your day whilst getting yourself ready for the dinner. When he eventually makes it home, taking his shoes off to reveal his mismatched socks, he’s more than grateful to see you waiting for him at the entryway, all dolled up and pretty.

“Oh, Sae.” You run to hug him, wrapping your arms around his neck, trying your best to hide the laugh that threatens to release from your throat at the state of him, “Welcome home, baby.”

“I’m home.” He whispers, hugging you back tightly as he buries his face into your hair, his shoulders finally relaxing in your embrace as he just breathes you in, “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you, Sae.” You pull away from him just slightly, unable to hold back your laugh any longer as you brush your hand through his hair, his now dry but unruly hair, “You look, so handsome too.”

He can’t help but chuckle with you, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours.

“I think my shirt is inside out.” He says, and when you look down the space between you two to check, you gasp with another laugh.

“Sae, your zipper-!”

You have to pull away completely to laugh properly, tears threatening to spill from your eyes as Sae follows your line of sight, cursing before fixing his zipper with wide eyes. You’re quick to return to him, placing your hands on his shoulders to kiss him on the cheek, hands moving again to cup his face.

“Oh, Sae. You’re okay, though, right? You’re not… upset, or anything?”

“I’m okay. And I’m not upset. Well, except at myself,” His hands move to hold your waist, and he shifts to kiss one of your palms, “Just grateful to have you. Always am. Thank you for changing our reservation time, baby. You know me so well. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”

You pull him back into your embrace, pushing his head to rest against your shoulder and moving his hands to rest on your ass (because you know it’ll make him feel better).

“Don’t be upset at yourself, Sae. It’s okay, really. Things happen, and at the end of the day, we’re still having our dinner, we’re still celebrating our anniversary, so it’s all okay. Really.”

“... You’re sure?”

“There’s nothing to be upset about.” You pull away and pinch one of his cheeks with a stern look before resting your arms against his shoulders again, “Your job is important. Everything’s still the same as we planned, just a bit later, and that’s okay. At least now we can spend more time with each other before dinner. And now you can drive us there instead."

You grin up at him sweetly at the end of your words, and when Sae lets out a laugh, when he pulls you towards him to kiss you, squeezing your ass as he does so, you know he’s feeling better about the situation.

“I love you.” He says against your lips, and you say it back before kissing him again.

When the two of you finally separate, you snort at the new colour on his lips, swiping at the lipstick that’s transferred to Sae’s mouth before grabbing his hand to drag him towards the bathroom.

“Let’s get you all cleaned up, yeah?”

Sae looks at you in such a lovesick daze, his head slightly tilted as he follows you.

“Will you be helping me in the shower?”

You hum at that with a teasing smile.

“I’m already dressed and ready, Sae, nice try.”

Sae groans dramatically at that and you can only laugh as you push his back into the bathroom. He turns to face you before you close the door.

“Save that for after dinner, okay?” You say, as you lift your dress strap to let it snap against your shoulder, giving him a wink before closing the door.

God, he loves you.

<3

I almost added a shower sex scene at the end HELPPP but then i remembered yn was all ready and dressed so like. It wouldnt have made sense unfortunately :((( i’ll write it one day though xxx and yes i avoided giving specific times about the reservation bc ngl i couldnt be asked for that HELP doesnt affect the story too much i dont think anyway!

a/n: japan vs brazil in the next world cup match i'm scared.

synopsis: how they defend you against the press and rude reporters. 

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, bachira meguru, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, kaiser michael, ness alexis

isagi yoichi

isagi is one of those athletes who genuinely tries to be polite to the media because he understands they're part of the sport. he'll smile, answer every question thoughtfully, thank reporters for coming, etc.. he's practically the media's golden boy... until they decide to involve you. 

one reporter starts with the classic, "your girlfriend has been getting criticized online lately. do you think the attention she’s receiving is distracting you from football?" 

his smile doesn't disappear, but it definitely changes. "not really." 

"could you elaborate?" 

"there's nothing to elaborate on." 

dead silence. isagi isn't giving them anything. 

"my relationship has never affected my performances. if anything, she’s only supported me." 

"but people are saying–" 

"people say a lot of things." he says it so calmly that it almost sounds friendly. "i don't base my opinions on anonymous comments." 

the interview gets uploaded and everyone immediately notices how his expression changed the second your name came up. 

"bro activated post-match interview ego 😭" 

"the aura disappeared the moment they mentioned his gf" 

"he looked at that reporter like they misplaced a pass" 

another time, you're walking beside him after a match. cameras are everywhere. flashes nonstop. it’s all making you feel a bit dizzy. 

then one photographer practically shoves a camera inches from your face while another reporter asks, "how does it feel dating someone who's clearly more famous than you?" 

before you can even process the question, isagi steps between you and every single camera. he literally uses his body as a shield. 

"that's enough. back up." 

security immediately intervenes because even they're surprised isagi actually had to say something. 

afterwards, he apologizes to you. "sorry. i should've reacted sooner." 

and you're staring at him like "you just stared down 20 reporters." 

"did i?" 

"yoichi." 

"i was a little annoyed." 

a little, huh? everyone watching could tell he wanted to say about 15 more things. 

Sae Itoshi x Reader , genre: angst

Sae Itoshi didn’t like you at first.

Not even in the complicated way people later romanticize.

He genuinely found you unnecessary.

You were always there after practice, leaning against railings like you had nothing better to do, calling his name like it was something you were allowed to say without consequence.

“Morning, Sae!”

He didn’t respond.

He rarely did.

Most people took that as a warning.

You took it as… neutral. That was your first mistake, according to him. And the second was continuing.

Because you kept showing up anyway.

With coffee you never got thanked for. With snacks he never asked for. With conversations that filled silence he never offered back.

“You’re really hard to talk to, you know that?” you said one day, walking beside him as if you belonged there.

“I’m not here to talk.”

You hummed. “Yeah, I noticed.”

And then you stayed anyway.

Sae told himself it was pathetic.

That you were chasing something that didn’t exist.

That eventually you would get tired and disappear like everyone else did when he refused to soften.

But you didn’t, you adapted instead.

You stopped trying to force him to respond and started existing beside him like his silence wasn’t rejection—it was just a language you were willing to learn.

And slowly, that became the problem.

Because Sae started noticing you when he didn’t want to.

The way you waited even in bad weather. The way you never complained when he was late. The way you always positioned yourself slightly behind him like you didn’t want to overwhelm him with your presence.

You weren’t loud in the way he thought you were at first.

You were consistent. And consistency, in his world, was dangerous.

Despite his desires, he maintained a safe distance. He understood that wanting things could make people vulnerable, and Sae Itoshi couldn’t afford to be vulnerable.

So when he snapped, it wasn’t sudden. It was pressure finally finding an outlet.

It happened after practice, when exhaustion sat heavy in his bones and frustration had nowhere else to go.

You were talking again.

Of course you were.

Something soft. Something normal. Something he couldn’t tolerate in that moment because everything inside him already felt too tight.

He stopped walking.

You almost walked into him.

“Sae?”

“Do you ever stop talking?” he asked.

You blinked, caught off guard.

“What?”

“You’re always there,” he continued, voice sharpening as if he could cut the feeling out of himself. “Always following. Always waiting. Always acting like I owe you something just because you decided to stick around.”

Your expression shifted slowly.

Not anger.

Confusion first.

Then something quieter.

Hurt, recognizing itself too late.

“I don’t think you owe me anything,” you said carefully.

“That’s not what it looks like,” he snapped. “You’re exhausting.”

The word landed heavier than he intended.

There was a pause after it.

“Oh,” you said softly.

Just that.

Like something inside you had quietly fallen apart and you didn’t know how to hold it in place anymore.

Sae felt it immediately.

That twist in his chest. That instinctive wrongness.

But he didn’t stop.

Because stopping would mean acknowledging what he’d already done.

“I didn’t ask for this,” he added, quieter but still sharp. “I don’t need someone inserting themselves into my life like this.”

Your hands tightened around your bag strap.

“I… I thought I was helping,” you said.

“You weren’t.”

You nodded once, small and controlled, like you were trying not to take up space even in your reaction.

“Okay,” you whispered. “I’m sorry.”

Then you left.

And Sae stood there long after your footsteps faded, waiting for something to feel like relief.

It never came.

At first, he told himself it was fine.

Peaceful.

Better.

But the world didn’t feel better.

It felt wrong.

Too quiet.

Too wide.

Too aware of what was missing.

He started noticing it in everything.

The absence of your voice before practice. The empty space where you used to stand. The way his body automatically slowed down near places you liked to wait for him, even though you weren’t there anymore.

Days passed.

Then more.

No messages.

No greetings.

No annoying persistence he had once pretended to hate.

And the silence started turning into something else.

Regret, slowly forming shape.

Because now, without your presence clouding it, he remembered everything differently.

You weren’t forcing yourself into his life.

You were trying to stay in it.

Even when he gave you nothing.

Even when he made it difficult.

Even when he never once said “stay.”

And still, you stayed.

Until he made it impossible.

That realization didn’t come with tears.

It came with emptiness.

A hollow understanding that something irreplaceable had quietly left his life, and he had been the one to push it out.

For the first time, Sae looked for you.

Not casually.

Not accidentally.

Deliberately.

He told himself it was to fix things. To correct what he said. To reduce the weight sitting on his chest every time he thought about your face.

“I was wrong.”

That was what he repeated to himself.

“I didn’t mean it.”

But apology is meaningless when it arrives after absence has already settled in.

He found you at the crosswalk.

It was ordinary at first.

Too ordinary.

You standing there, waiting for the light like any other day.

And for half a second, relief hit him so strongly it almost made him stop.

He took a step forward.

Then another.

“Hey—” he started.

And then the world broke.

The sound came first.

Violent. Sharp. Final in a way his brain refused to accept.

A car didn’t stop in time.

Movement where there shouldn’t have been movement.

Your body falling in a way that didn’t belong in reality.

Sae ran before thought caught up.

“No,” he said immediately. “No, no, no—”

He reached you in seconds that felt like hours.

And you were there.

On the ground.

Breathing wrong.

Fading in uneven pieces like your body had forgotten how to stay.

Rain mixed with everything he didn’t want to understand.

People shouting behind him. Someone calling emergency services. The world continuing like this wasn’t the end of something important.

But Sae couldn’t hear any of it properly.

Because you were looking at him.

Of course you were.

Even now.

“Sae…” you whispered.

His hands shook the moment he touched you.

“No,” he said instantly, voice breaking. “Don’t talk. Just—just stay still. I’m here.”

You tried to smile.

That same smile.

The one that never asked for anything back.

“You came…”

And that was what shattered him.

Because even now, even like this, you were still relieved he was there.

Like he had never been the one who hurt you.

“I was going to say it right,” he said quickly, voice cracking as it rose into panic. “I was wrong. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t—I just needed time, okay? I just needed—”

Your fingers weakly found his.

And held on.

It wasn’t strong.

It was enough to ruin him.

“It’s okay,” you whispered.

“No it’s not,” he said immediately, gripping your hand harder like he could anchor you to him through force alone. “It’s not okay. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean any of it.”

Your eyes softened in a way that made everything worse.

Like forgiveness had already been decided long before he asked for it.

People were shouting closer now. Sirens somewhere distant but not fast enough. Time collapsing in on itself.

And Sae finally understood the cruelest truth of all.

He hadn’t realized what he had until he lost it.

And now, holding your hand while it slowly stopped holding back—he realized he would spend the rest of his life learning your voice in memory.

Because that was all he was going to be allowed to keep.

Older! Rin Itoshi is a boob guy! ★ (NSFW) ﹙𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭﹚

ಣ Rin isn’t the type to vocalize what he likes, to be honest, he’d rather die than admit to having "sexual" preferences. But his actions give him away every single time it’s almost pathetic. He is, without a doubt, a total tits guy…

ಣ Rin tries not to ogle, but his eyes track your movements so intensely. If you wear something with a lower neckline, or a top that hugs your curves just right, you’ll catch his gaze dropping for a split second before he snaps his eyes back to your face, scowling a little harder than usual to mask the distraction.

ಣ When you two are alone on the couch after a gruelling day of practice, his favorite way to unwind is having you lean back against him and his hands will almost always automatically find their way to your waist, slowly sliding upward to rest just beneath your chest, his thumbs tracing the lower curve of your breasts, occasionally grazing just above your nipples. As sexual as it is, it’s also a grounding feeling that just makes him melt.

ಣ If he’s feeling exceptionally exhausted (and uniquely needy), he will lay his head right in your lap, burying his face directly into your chest. He loves the warmth, the smell, the softness, and the rhythmic sound of your heartbeat, when his face is smushed in your cleavage it makes him feel like he’s surrounded by you, and it's the only thing that actually silences the soccer-related voices that tell him to destroy in his brain. Rin works himself to absolute exhaustion on the pitch literally everyday, meaning when he finally crashes, he sleeps like the dead. His favorite position (to no one’s suprise) is burying his face entirely into your chest, wrapping his long arms around your waist like a vise so you can't escape. Because he falls into such a deep, heavy sleep, his jaw slacks completely. You’ll wake up in the morning to find a massive, damp wet spot right in the center of your chest or tank top. When you nudge his shoulder to wake him up, he’ll pull back with a string of saliva still connecting his bottom lip to your skin. He’ll blink blearily, look down at the absolute mess he made on your breasts, and like the bum that he is he’ll just go back to the position he was previously in.

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NSFW…

ಣ Rin is not gentle when he’s fully invested. Something inside of him loves the contrast of his rough, calloused, athletic hands against your soft skin. When he's thrusting into you, his hands will firmly cup and lift your breasts, molding them to the shape of his broad hands. He likes feeling the weight of them in his palms, often squeezing tightly enough to leave faint, temporary marks. He’ll pinch your nipples, rub them in circles, and do just about anything to make you feel overwhelmed.

ಣ Rin prides himself on absolute control, but your chest is his kryptonite. If you ride him, he’ll lean his head back, his eyes completely locked on the way your breasts bounce and move with the rhythm. He loves to slide his hands from your waist up to your tits, holding them in his hands gently enough to feel the bounce of gravity. It’s one of the few times his stoic expression completely breaks into something raw and unhinged, to the point where he’ll retreat back to his habit of drooling.

ಣ Ever since you two got together, he’s developed this messy, primal oral fixation when it comes to your chest. He doesn't just give you neat little kisses, he is feral, covering the slopes of your breasts in wet, open-mouthed kisses, licks, and heavy sucks. By the time he moves up to kiss your lips, your entire chest is slick, glistening, and completely covered in his spit. He loves looking down at his handiwork, taking a perverse pride in how messy and wrecked he's left you looking before the main event even starts.

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“aww, y’so hard for me, aren’t you?” you coo sweetly, staring right at rin’s exposed dick.

rin sputtered, narrowing his eyes. though, a hilariously visible blush etched his cheeks. “d—don’t do that,” he cracked.

you smile, slowly letting your tongue fall past your lips and lightly lap at the base of him. rin squeaked quietly, his body tensing immediately.

you pull back, bringing a hand to wrap around him, thumbing his slicked and blushing tip.

“dripping so much,” you murmur. “you like being such a mess, hn?”

rin shuddered, his breath dropping to hasty shivers. he watched with gleaming eyes as you talked to his dick like it was your only friend in the world, and it made such an unfamiliar spark of arousal ache in his stomach.

his voice was a sheepish mumble, “stop talking to it like that . . .”

you kept idly tracing your thumb along his tip, giving him no sense of relaxation. his entire body was bleeding with heat and pleasure, making him look all shy and pathetic with plump, blushing cheeks.

“but look at him,” you say, tightening your grip on him just slightly.

“ah— st—stop,” he mewled.

his mind raced. feeling both exhilarating pleasure and unbearable embarrassment was a mix he didn’t think he’d be so into. but here he was, throbbing at the breath of you fanning his desperate cock.

your hand began shifting up and down his length, making him sound out stifled and strained moans. it was all you could hear. until—

“gonna make you feel so good,” you murmured against his length. you stilled your hand, planting a soft kiss on his pre-slicked tip.

“mmf—“ he whined.

you could see the colour of his tip pulse and ache into a blush. letting your eyes drift upwards, you saw the flustered and glossy look on his face that undoubtedly made you squeeze your thighs together.

you brought your hand back to his length, stroking him at a steady, tantalizing pace. the warmth that radiated from his flushed dick pooled into your hand alongside the wetness of his pre-cum.

“s’cute, all hard and dripping for me,” you whisper, your breath hitting his exposed skin.

“y/n—” rin moaned, carrying both admission and apprehension.

“gonna make such a mess on my hand, yeah?” you continue, your hand pumping along his length with a lewd schlick, schlick!

rin shivered from your words. he brought his hand to his lower face, muffling his not-so quiet moans.

you chuckle lightly, your parted lips hovering over his dick as you watched intently at the pulsing and jittery twitches his blushing tip made.

“such a pretty little thing,” you sigh against him.

rin’s chest tightened unbearably. his hips jolted slightly, reenforcing the rhythm of your hand. a strained groan escaped his chewed-up lips as his dick began splurting cum out. your hand didn’t waver from its pace, letting your palm and fingers become coated in his pathetic arousal.

“oh, wow,” you feign a shocked gasp. “such a good boy for me.”

your hand finally stilled. rin limply sunk more into the bed, pink and dazed.

“good boy,” he panted. “good boy,” he repeated to himself, more silently, more in awe. rin now knows — he has a praise kink.

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“look at you,” sae muttered in your ear. “so wet for me.”

his two fingers kept pumping in and out of your wet cunt, making you let out a moan of pleasure each time. sae had you looking like a flushed, sweating wreck. shaky legs, quivering lips, glassy eyes.

and fuck. with the amount of juices gushing out of you, you might as well have given your whole body up for him. every single time — he was able to make you so fucking wet. all from his mean, mocking words.

the rhythm of his fingers pushing and pulling out of your pussy was accompanied by the sloppiest schlick! schlick! sounds. that with your whines, you were the loudest thing in the room.

“so fucking loud,” he groaned airily against your face. “do you ever shut up?”

“mmf . . .” you stifle a moan. his words hit you right in the face, making a wave of pleasurable self-resentment make your pussy even more wet.

the corner of sae’s mouth twitch slightly upwards. “you like when i do this? how fucking filthy.”

he stopped the pace of his fingers. at the feel of him taking them out, you ravenously felt empty and starved. the walls of your wet cunt pulsed inwards and outwards, absolutely desperate for him.

his fingertips ran down your slick folds, making you shudder.

“a—ah!” you squeak.

“yeah,” he whispered lowly, his heavy-lidded eyes focused on your bare wet pussy. “look at that. so damn wet.”

he watched closely this time when he inserted his two fingers back into you. staring at the gradual stretching of your glossy cunt. his tongue unconsciously swiped his bottom lip, showing his clear arousal.

the sounds of his fingers fucking you echoed in the room with those same sloppy, gushing schlick! schlick! sounds.

“y’hear that?” he slurred, now looking up at you. “that’s all you.”

your throat ached from your crying moans. before you could even begin to say anything, sae leaned in, kissing you with filthy fervour. you couldn’t catch your breath.

he pulled away, his gaze boring into your teary eyes. “gonna cum all over my fingers?”

“y—yes,” you sputtered, spit bubbling out of your shaky mouth.

sae scoffed, narrowing his eyes slightly. “filthy girl.”

you sucked on air as your body went cold. then, heat — everywhere.

squirt!

“hnngh . . !” you groaned, feeling your pussy tenderly squeeze around his fingers, sopping with your slick and oozing cum.

“yeah,” sae breathed, his breath fanning your face. “cum all over my fingers.”

your lower stomach slowly drained of tension. the more you rode out your orgasm, the more the knot inside you unraveled. fuck. it felt so good. you involuntarily bucked your hips slightly up, making sae’s fingers hit a new angle inside of you.

“hah— ah!” you whimper, the pleasure blanking your mind.

sae clicked his tongue, pulling out his fingers once your high died down.

and he shoved them into your mouth without a second thought.

“mm—!” you muffle in surprise, the taste of your own cum short circuiting your mind.

“c’mon, taste how fucking gross you are,” he cooed mockingly. “you loud, pathetic fuck.”

you instinctively followed his words, slurping on the goopy, slicky coating on sae’s fingers. sae watched, his eyes lightening up at the sight of your pathetic, big-eye gaze.

he finally forced his fingers out your mouth, watching as you swallowed. he imperceptibly bit his lip, his hand sliding down to adjust the erection in his pants.

“you’re so fucking disgusting,” he whispered raspily. he leaned in and lightly nipped at your neck. “it’s so fucking hot.”

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rin had truly, madly, deeply fallen for you. in the beginning things were for sure awkward. but gradually, rin grew less tense. he used to be unable to look into your eyes for more than five seconds. now, when with you, he barely looks anywhere else.

but there was one specific thing that changed dramatically. rin, with his completely null experience with romance, was always so shy when it came to physical contact. he’d make sure to avoid it at all costs, even if it inconvenienced him. but, of course, as you two grew closer, he turned into a complete suck. because he loved kisses. something about the feeling that welled in his heart when his lips met any part of you completely enchanted him. he now made sure to always have an excuse to kiss you.

he’d be snuggled tightly against you, his face burrowing deep in the crook of your neck. as you absentmindedly twirled ur fingers in his hair, he’d be sleepily peppering your neck with feather light kisses.

“mm,” he’d hum contently with his lips on your skin, not caring if he had begun drooling on you (it’s happened before).

in the quiet mornings, he’d stir awake from his sleep before you. he’d press his lips against your forehead, feeling the softness of your skin that dusted along his lips. he’d slowly press a soft kiss on your mouth, gently pathing his tongue past your lips. it’d wake you up. he’d give you a sleepy, yet ever so dreamy, gaze as you finally fluttered your lids awake. kissing you awake was one of his favourite things in the morning.

one evening you were cooking dinner. rin had arrived home not long ago. he had gone to the shower straight after stepping in the front door.

but once he had gotten out of the shower? you felt the presence of him padding up behind you. the lathered scent of his soap laced together with the aroma of the food.

the feel of his lips brushed against your temple.

kiss. kiss.

kiss. kiss.

“rin, you’re distracting me,” you murmured playfully.

he fully clung to you now, his arms wrapped around your waist. his head tilted as his lips traveled the contouring of your face before he stopped at your neck. you could feel the damp tufts of his hair prickling at your face, causing a tiny smile to etch onto your own lips.

“mm…loveyous…” he mumbled quietly, his lips not once leaving your skin. “d’wanna..stop.”

you fully relax into his touch as he planted an open-mouth kiss on you again. you could never let go of the kisses rin always gave you. because, well, there was a time where he didn’t even touch you.

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SELF DESTRUCTION — featuring sae itoshi.

Release date: 26th June, 2pm GMT

> This nsfw meal includes a main course of sae jerking himself off, with a side of masochism from the man himself.

SENSES — featuring michael kaiser.

Release date: 30th June, 2pm GMT

> This nsfw meal involves the main dish of blinding and overstimulation, accompanied by a sprinkle of sadism displayed by kaiser.

OCEAN EYES — featuring rin itoshi.

Release date: 4th July, 2pm GMT

> This slightly angsty meal features jealous aromas, as well as a hidden taste of vulnerability provided by Mr. Itoshi.

A HIT TO THE PRIDE — featuring sae itoshi.

Release date: 8th July, 2pm GMT

> This nsfw meal entails heavy notes of masochism, as well as encouraged spanking and humiliation.

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