The marble of the bathroom floor is cold against the soles of your feet when you step inside, but the air is hot and steamy as the shower stream slows before halting altogether.
Water droplets trickle down Sae’s pectorals to the ridges of his abdomen as he exits the shower and wraps a towel low on his hips.
His teal eyes meet yours expectantly, following your hand as they reach for a comb and scissors.
Large hands wrap around you as he hoists you up onto the sink, sliding down to spread your thighs as he stands between them.
His bangs were dipping below his eyebrows, brushing the long lashes that shielded his sharp gaze.
It was time for a cut.
His nose scrunched when the cold metal of the blades grazed his forehead, small tufts of mauve hair falling down as you snipped away.
He wouldn’t deny the fact he enjoyed being pampered, it was just something he didn’t ask for.
He stayed perfectly still, watching your usual small frown of concentration pull taut on your lips.
Your breath was warm on his face, and something in his eyes softened when you leant in to get the perfect cut.
Your fingers were delicate as they brushed the excess hair off his features, his own reaching up to wrap around your wrist.
His hand tugged yours down, moving it aside as he leaned in and kissed you slowly.
It was deep and grounding, the same way he always kissed you whenever his heart was beating a little too fast- as if that was enough to possibly calm its rate.
It just made it worse.
When he pulled away, his gaze flickered behind you- directly to the mirror.
“Tch. It’s lukewarm.”
He muttered, referring to the line of his bangs.
“That’s how you always have it,” You whisper, a gentle reminder.
He dragged a palm through the strands and let the damp hair fall back onto his forehead, a quiet sigh dragging from his lips.
He grunted softly before pulling you closer, finding your lips again.
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CONTEXT: married to itoshi Sae with him waking up to the twins needing extra care at midnight
it was around that night, maybe a vivid 2-3:01 am; when itoshi Sae woke up to the most ear piercing wails he's ever heard
scrambling the duvets and tugging it next to you whispering that he'll handle the twins this time as he makes his way to the nursery room, he's heard 80,000 people chanting his name and the shouting—we can't forget that.
Nonetheless, the loudness can't compare to his two little bundles, (twins) of course he loves them unconditionally, in a way that any father would.
except for one thing; that he has a habit of being around them while grumbling under his breath muttering that the two are annoying to be around with
which by the way, when he's asked 'Do you love your kids?' he'd give that reporter an roaming eye head to toe as if he's assessing their worth to ask 'such a thing' "Of course I do, what makes you think that?" he'd reply back
when he finally reached the nursery, the first thing he notices are the two flailing their fists into the air while wailing their lungs out
thinking that 'Are they hungry?' or 'Did they wet themselves?'
he scooped the two and began rocking them, more like bumping them up and down and making the two bawl— he genuinely didn't know what to do
"Stop crying. it's a waste of oxygen."
murmuring with a hushing tone, trying his best not to wake you up and take care of the two when he doesn't want you to be the only one doing the work
but still, since it's his first time being a father of two, he had to discreetly buy and read a book about parenting or anything related to taking care a newborn; maybe not a newborn
grabbing the bottle next to their cribs and feeding the first twin as he tries to calm the other
soon enough; the wails had turned into a whimper and sniffles, Sae thought to himself that he'd done a good job before he gently but slowly place the bundle inside the crib
and then heard the crying again, and the two—of course copy pasted the other, he couldn't help but rub the bridge of his nose in exasperation
but seeing you lean on the doorframe was definitely the last thing he wants to see after whispering 'Go to sleep, I'll handle the two.'
"Why aren't you sleep yet?"
"Nothing, it's just that I'm still hearing a little crying; maybe you need a little help"
he pauses, looking at the twin stirring in his arms then back at you— he spots that mask you put on when tired, but still pulling yourself up, he doesn't want that
"The crying stopped 5 minutes ago, you're hearing echoes because you're exhausted. go to sleep."
you curve a smile , the one that reaches your eyes, walking over and wrapping your arms around his waist from behind, pressing your cheeks against his shoulder blade
"I'll leave you to it then."
when you finally left and clicked the door close, he opened the book that was propped against a cardboard box, this time following the instructions on how to rock a baby to sleep properly
and finally after a few 30 ish minutes, he finally got the last twin to sleep; brushing the baby hairs on their forehead before leaving
rewinding the time when someone suggested a caretaker—he wouldn't hire one to do the job, the idea never passed through his mind, knowing well he'd rather be exhausted taking care the twins than hand them to someone he doesn't know
a/n: I like the idea of him being a father of two 🥹✌️ I MEANNN
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#aftercare | NSWF, heavily implied sex, established relationship
You stood in front of the mirror with hair that stood off your head, going in all directions, tears dried on your face and bruised lips.
"You look a mess" Kaiser said from behind you, arms crossed in front of him and only standing in gray sweatpants.
"And whose fault is that?", you snapped back, throwing your underwear in the washing basket, while shooting him a glance.
A shit eating - and way too handsome - grin, spread across his pretty mouth. "But you did enjoy it", Kaiser said as he turned away to go let water flow into the bathtub. "Shit, I know I did," he murmured, before straightening up and looking at you.
His gaze had softened, staring at your naked body. Your legs were slightly shaking, with grip marks all over your swollen thighs and hips, while your perfect and bouncy boobs were covered in hickeys and bite marks from his former abuse on you.
"Aww, my perfect baby," he cooed half mocking half serious, extending his arm to wrap it around your waist and pulling you flush against him.
"Kaiser let me go, I wanna take a bath" "Yeah sure sure", he mumbled, obviously way to busy covering your face with kisses and grabbing onto your ass cheek like a man possessed. "Man, you are just too pretty", he groaned, letting go of you.
You rolled your eyes, trying to downplay how his affection made you feel, by avoiding eye contact. "Also, you're gonna pay back that dress you ripped open" Kaiser chuckled, as he started taking his sweat and boxers off aswell, joining you right after you went in. "I will, princess"
Your back was pressed against his muscular chest, while his arms were wrapped around your waist, of course his hands were already on your boobs, occasionally softly squeezing them.
You felt your eyes grow heavy as your body melted into his huge and warm one. "Süße, do you wanna order something? I am starving to death"
After you two had eaten delicious fried sushi together on the bedroom floor while watching brainrot streamers, you were so fucking tired it felt like you had spend the day doing a Ronaldo workout.
That night you went to bed nice and full - in both senses - while your super hot boyfriend was holding you pressed against him, giving you a feeling of safety.
when you first moved in, it took sae months to adjust to how lively his house had become.
how his bland and unadorned penthouse was now filled with your belongings, your warm lamps that you bought because you hated the white lighting.
the beautiful lace curtains that now covered the rows of exposed windows. fluffy blankets that complemented his crimson couches, filled with soft and decorative pillows that you adjust in a very particular order. pictures of you and his wedding photos, your bright smile bringing life to his once shallow and empty house.
your vanilla perfume that trailed behind you all the time, slowly seeping into the fabrics of your furniture.
not only did he have to get used to your undeniably amazing taste in decoration, but also your inability to sit peacefully in a messy house.
sae wasn't one to maintain a messy house—he in fact, always made sure it was clean. but he had a horrible habit of tossing clothes on the floor and keeping dishes in the sink, unattended for days on end due to his exhausting schedule.
which inevitably turned into your first fight now that you shared a domestic lifestyle together, as you constantly told him to fold his clothes and do his part of the dishes.
eventually though, things settled down as the two of you finally made agreements on chores, as he finally got used to just how much life you brought into what he called home—just how much light and joy you brought into his life all together.
the penthouse became his escape, not just a place for him to sleep and eat, but a place for him to wind down, a place he sought comfort in knowing you'd always be there—always there to embrace him and smother him with your undying love.
then came your kids.
suddenly, itoshi sae found himself having to get used to the sound of your child's cries in the dead of night—the creaky rocking of the crib as he lulled her back to sleep.
your cries of overwhelming joy as she took her first steps and spoke her first words, "dada."
she always seemed to have a preference towards her father, a preference he never thought would fade.
as she turned three, the house was suddenly scattered with toys everywhere, piles of outgrown baby clothes in her room, and stocks of baby food in the fridge, as she still refused to eat anything remotely crunchy.
what was once just you and him was now a family with a little baby boy on the way.
the second was easier.
sae was now used to the constant pooping and cries; he'd get up in the middle of the night no questions asked, telling you to go back to sleep with no groans or complaints.
sae now no longer had the luxury of waking up to his alarm; instead, he would wake his ten and seven-year-old jumping in the bed, begging for breakfast eagerly.
he no longer had the luxury of coming back to a quiet home; instead, he came back to a house filled with chaos and children's laughter.
something he never knew he'd relish in.
sae was now used to this life, no longer being on his own; he was now surrounded by love, by support, a system he could fall back on if something went wrong.
something he never knew he'd lose—until that night—he never saw a future without you, a future where the death of his lover and only son would be his fault.
it was normal night, he was driving back home after dinner with his parents, his hand on your thigh as the kids argued in the backseat.
soft music played from the radio; he couldn't help but smile.
sae had never felt so fuffilled in his life, like he was actually worth something. like he had so much to look forward to.
and then for a moment—just a moment—sae got distracted, turning his head to the kid as their argument grew, telling them to shut up and deal with it later, and when he turned… it was too late.
all he remembers is you yelling his name, the last thing he ever heard from you, and the collision of the crash; he lost consciousness for a moment before his eyes opened, the loud sirens blasting into his ear as he turned. he remembers the way your head was thrown back—the blood that gushed out.
he desperately tried to shake you awake—the tears in his eyes as his head whipped back to check on his children, the sudden movement sending a shock of pain through his body.
fate is a funny thing, isn't it?
he remembers when you once asked him if he believed in it, and he brushed you off, telling you it was a silly thing.
but now, sae could only laugh.
how fate decided that he would be the one to survive, not you.
the warmth of the home sae spent years getting used to was gone—just like that.
the years he spent pining for you, loving you, being married to you, and raising kids with you—gone like they'd never even mattered.
no, it couldn't be that simple.
fate couldn't be that cruel.
he couldn't be that undeserving of happiness.
now, sae had to adjust to life that had been sucked out of his home.
his crimson couch somehow duller.
wedding photos that once adorned the walls gone because he couldn't bear to look at you.
warm lamps that once made the home welcoming; now unplugged and replaced with his old white lights that filled the house with a sense of melancholy.
your perfume stored away in a box as your scent slowly faded off the fabric of the furniture.
the only remembrance that you had once been here being your personal belongings that sae couldn't quite get rid of, stored away in boxes.
your daughter constantly locked away in her room—somewhere she wouldn't have to look him in the eyes for him to know that she blamed him for all of it.
the house was quiet, empty.
sae was never there; your daughter always returning back to an empty house with only leftovers in the fridge.
the tv that once used to make a home in a living room where a mother and her children would support their football player father through the screen, now empty and lifeless.
⋆. after rin’s perfect goal, you cheerfully lift his jersey with a giggle—leaving him stunned and smitten.
⊹ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ suggestive · fem!reader · sfw · public teasing · flashing · flustered!rin · no bra · established relationship · fluff · titty flash wuhoo
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It was a perfect shot.
A ruthless curve, clean contact—the ball hit the back of the net with a satisfying thud that sent the stadium into an uproar. Cheers exploded around the field, fans screaming Rin’s name, teammates rushing toward him.
But Rin? Rin only looked at you.
You were waiting just off the sidelines, bouncing on your toes, absolutely glowing with excitement. His oversized jersey hung loosely on your frame—number 11, Itoshi printed bold on the back—and your grin was so bright it made the autumn sun feel dull.
You threw your hands in the air and laughed, loud and delighted, like he’d just pulled the best prank in the world instead of scoring a game-winning goal.
And then—Still giggling, you grabbed the hem of the jersey and yanked it up with both hands.
Just for a second. Just enough. And No bra underneath.
Rin saw the soft curve of your breasts, the tease of skin, nipples perked from the breeze—gone as fast as it appeared, swallowed by the fabric and your laughter and the chaos around him.
His heart stopped. He blinked. Hard.
Did you just—?
Yes. Yes, you did.
You winked, as if to say, Good shot, superstar. Here’s your reward.
He stood frozen in place while teammates clapped his shoulders and yelled in his ear. He barely registered any of it. His brain short-circuited the second you lifted that damn jersey, and now all he could think about was the fact that you weren’t wearing anything underneath it.
His jersey, No bra and all that In public.
Laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world.
You gave him one last cheeky smile, totally unbothered, before pretending like nothing happened—just clapping along with the rest of the crowd like an innocent little fan.
Rin dragged a hand down his face, hiding the way his mouth twitched. His ears were red. So was the back of his neck. His pulse? Absolutely fucked—except for the twitch at the corner of his mouth. That tiny, dangerous grin.
You were going to kill him.
And yet, somehow, he knew this was very much on purpose.
because in the end, you are his little girlfriend.
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☀︎ a/n — part of my you seem pretty sad for a girl so in love series :) find it here !
☀︎ word count — 2.1k
☀︎ content — sae itoshi x fem! reader, model! reader, established relationship, rumors abt reader, cheating mentioned once or twice, alcohol and drug use mentioned, not proofread.
☀︎ synopsis — You had your own career, your own friends, your own life. You should've been perfectly capable of entertaining yourself. But somehow whenever Sae left for away games or training camps, the entire apartment seemed to lose its color.
── ☀︎ that's just the thing that happens when my baby goes away !
The rumors started sometime around midnight.
You only found out because your manager texted you three screenshots of some sort of news article and the words
Mngr: Don't read the comments.
So, naturally, you read the comments.
itashifan44: Definitely cheating
saeitoshitoelicker: Sae's never home. What a hoe
bigbouncyballs: girl left the party early because she got caught
baroubaroukyun: She looks high as hell
You stared at the comments on your phone, then at the spoonful of ice cream in your hand, and then back at your phone.
You were wearing one of Sae's old hoodies, your hair looked terrible, and you hadn't left the apartment in three days.
"...What exciting lives they think I lead." With a sigh, you tossed your phone onto the couch cushion beside you while the television continued playing in the background.
It was some modeling competition. Nexx Top Model or something.
You weren't exactly sure what it was because, truthfully, you weren’t really paying attention. You knew there was a contestant who was crying because her photo shoot score wasn't high enough, but even that wasn’t interesting enough to keep your mind off of how the apartment felt too quiet.
It always did when Sae was gone, but you hated admitting it.
You had your own career, your own friends, your own life.
You were successful enough that your face was plastered on billboards and magazine covers.
You should've been perfectly capable of entertaining yourself.
But somehow whenever Sae left for away games or training camps, the entire apartment seemed to lose its color.
The silence became so loud to the point you jumped at every little noise, worried somehow someone had broken in while you’d been right in front of the door. The bed became so big you felt like it might swallow you whole. Everything around you felt just a little emptier.
It was embarrassing, honestly.
Every time he left, he gave you the same instruction, "Don't stay inside all day." As if you were a house cat!
And every single time you'd tell him, "I won't." Which was a complete lie.
Because whenever he wasn't home, all you wanted to do was wait for him to come back.
Because if you were inside, then no one could make up some story about you, and lo and behold when you'd actually listened to him for once, the rumors now on your phone stirred up once again.
Weeks ago your agency had hosted a huge party.
A networking event with all sorts of sponsors and designers being invited. Models, influencers, and celebrities were all in attendance. This was the kind of event that was supposedly important for your career, and yet you'd wanted to skip it.
Sae had been leaving for Spain that morning.
You remembered standing in the airport terminal while he adjusted the hood of your sweatshirt, "You should go." he said, as calm and stoic as ever.
You groaned, "I don't want to."
"You never want to."
"Because they're boring."
"They're important for you." You narrowed your eyes, hating how sophisticated he looked and sounded.
His mouth twitched into what could be perceived as almost a smile. Almost.
"Traitor." You huffed, glaring at him as if he really had betrayed you. "Go to the party."
You crossed your arms, "No."
He leaned down and pressed a quick kiss against your forehead, completely ruining your ability to stay annoyed, "Go."
And because you were weak for him- and definitely not because he called you and all but scolded you on staying in - you went.
Which, from the moment you’d stepped in the door, you’d known was a big mistake.
The second you'd arrived, you wanted to leave.
Music pounded through the walls. People were crowded in every room. Champagne flowed like water. And there were enough suspicious substances floating around to make you nervous.
You spent exactly an hour there.
One, singular.
You talked to a few friends and took pictures with sponsors like you were technically “supposed to.”
You smiled for cameras and pretended to enjoy yourself. Then the second the clock hit on the hour, you escaped.
You remembered slipping out the front door, relieved to be free of that terrible place full of terrible people and utterly ready to go home.
But nothing was ever simple in your life, apparently, thanks to a paparazzi photographer that had been waiting outside.
Within minutes, the headlines appeared:
MODEL CAUGHT LEAVING MYSTERY HOME AT MIDNIGHT
As if. No, not even just as if! As if you'd have the energy for an affair! As if you would cheat on the Sae Itoshi! And as if you would ever let yourself get caught if you were !
You barely had the energy to wash your makeup off after shoots, and these people think you have the brain power and energy to have a whole double life? You wished.
The second you'd gotten home that night, you'd called Sae, ignoring the time difference between the two of you entirely.
Your phone rang once. Twice.
Then with a soft click, Sae appeared on your screen.
His hotel room was dimly lit.
His hair looked damp, probably fresh out of the shower considering he’d definitely just gotten out of practice.
The sight of him immediately made your chest ache.
"There she is."
You rolled your eyes, "Hello my amazing, awesome, loving boyfriend."
A small pause, and with an amused smirk on his face, "Hello, Ms. Cheater."
You gasped, "Sae Itoshi." His expression remained completely serious, "How's your affair?"
"You quit that."
"The mysterious lover treating you well?"
"You're not funny." You shoved your phone against the bathroom counter before beginning your skincare routine.
The entire time you complained.
About the party and every random drug and drink that was offered to you.
About your agency who let rumors and lies spread about you for ‘good publicity’ instead of fixing it.
About the paparazzi who just had to sell the ugliest picture of you out of all the ones they’d taken.
About the headlines where your name was never mentioned- only known as Sae Itoshi’s girlfriend. You had a name goddamnit!
About the comments that people left because at this point, they were so unoriginal and unfunny that it hurt.
Truly, you complained about literally everything.
Sae listened quietly, occasionally humming in agreement and nodding along, and sometimes you’d catch him looking suspiciously amused.
You changed into pajamas, brushed your teeth, washed your face, and put up your hair…all while complaining to the man over the phone.
By the time you finally crawled into bed, nearly thirty minutes had passed and Sae had barely spoken, simply opting to listen to you and your problems.
You settled against your pillow, exhausted when he did finally speak, "Did you have fun?"
You stared at him like he’d grown a second head, "Sae Itoshi."
"Hm?"
"I just spent thirty minutes talking about how much I hated that place."
He nodded, "Right." You desperately wished he was besides you so you could give him a good smack, "So obviously I didn't have fun."
A laugh escaped him and you immediately felt your annoyance weaken.
Damn your traitorous heart.
"You're awful."
"So I've been told."
You sighed.
For a moment neither of you spoke.
You simply looked at him, memorizing him through the screen.
The shape of his face. The color of his eyes. The way his hair fell over his forehead.
God. You missed him.
And it had only been two weeks. Two stupid weeks! Yet somehow, the more you thought about it, it felt longer.
"I miss you." The words slipped out before you could stop them.
The teasing smile disappeared from his face.
His expression softened just enough for you to notice, "I miss you too."
Your chest tightened, "When are you coming home?"
"Soon."
"Soon isn't soon enough."
"I know."
You pouted and the mildly sad moment was gone because all Sae looked was amused again, "You'll survive."
"Will I?" You groaned.
He smiled, nodding along to your dramatic whines.
Suddenly everything hurt a little less.
Only a little, but it was enough.
Enough to get through another day without Sae by your side. Just talking to him reminded you that you loved him enough to wait. You could definitely keep going until he came home.
The thing that scared you wasn't the distance, you understood the distance. Afterall, Sae was a professional athlete and travel was part of the job. You'd known that from the beginning.
What scared you was how much you missed him.
Because you'd dated before. Not many people, but enough. And not in any one of those relationships had you ever felt this way.
Never.
You'd never heard a joke and immediately thought:
I need to tell him.
You'd never seen something cute in a store and wanted to buy it because someone specific would like it.
You'd never reached across a bed and felt disappointed when nobody was there.
You'd never missed someone so much that entire parts of your day felt incomplete.
It terrified you.
Because what if it never stopped?
What if you spent the rest of your life feeling this way whenever he left?
What if that was just what loving Sae meant?
Being with him made you happy and you were so loved, but you were also simultaneously missing him every second he wasn't there.
You weren't sure, but you thought about it often. Especially on nights like this when you were alone in your apartment, curled beneath blankets and listening to the distant hum of city traffic.
Waiting for a man who made your heart ache even when he was across the world.
Three weeks later, you were lying on the couch.
Again.
Exactly where Sae told you not to be.
A blanket cocooned around you while you binged another episode of that modeling show played on the television. Not that you were paying attention, no, you were scrolling through old pictures of Sae.
Pathetic.
A key turned in the front door and you froze, the sound barely registered at first. Then you heard the door open and your heart stopped.
No. No way.
You shot upright.
The suitcase was the first thing you saw. Then his pink hair. Then familiar teal eyes that you loved to look into.
For a second neither of you moved. Neither of you spoke.
Sae looked tired, travel-worn, down right exhausted, and somehow still the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen.
The blanket fell off your shoulders.
"Sae?"
His expression softened immediately. And that was all it took before you practically launched yourself off the couch, crossing the apartment in seconds.
His bag hit the floor as you crashed into him, arms wrapping around his neck.
His arms immediately circled your waist, holding you so tightly that you almost couldn't breathe. Not that you cared. He could suffocate you just like this and you’d be thankful. His face disappeared into your hair, taking deep breaths.
You felt his shoulders relax, like he'd finally stopped carrying some invisible weight.
For a long moment neither of you spoke, neither of you needed to.
You just stood there holding each other and making up for weeks apart.
Eventually he pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you.
His thumbs brushed your cheeks, "You look tired." You scoffed, "You just got off an international flight. You look worse."
A rare smile appeared.
God, you'd missed that smile.
You stared at him. Then stared some more like he’d disappear if you looked away for too long.
A frown filled your face and Sae raised an eyebrow, "What?" You buried your face in his chest again, "I really hate when you leave." The confession slipped out before you could stop it. "I know it's your job and I know it's stupid and I know you'll always come back but I still hate it." The words were muffled against his shirt.
You felt him rest his chin on top of your head. When he finally spoke, his voice was softer than usual, "It isn't stupid."
Your eyes stung unexpectedly, because when you told anyone else this they’d say you were silly for thinking like that, "You think?"
He nodded, rubbing his thumb under your eye to catch the few fallen tears, "I know so."
You squeezed him tighter, "You've ruined me Sae Itoshi,” you sighed. "I didn't use to be like this."
A small laugh vibrated through his chest before leaning down to press a kiss to your lips, then your temple, then the tip of your nose. And suddenly every lonely night felt worth it.
Because he was here.
Home.
And for the first time in weeks, the apartment didn't feel empty anymore.
℘ } ⫶ ft. rin itoshi. stubborn even when he's exhausted ! | pic
the fluorescent light over the indoor turf hummed. a sterile buzz that only made the vast concrete plain feel more isolating at one in the morning. the blue lock facility was entirely dead at this hour, a labyrinth of darkened hallways and silent dorms. yet, in this deep corner of the training rooms, the atmosphere was filled with the heavy heat of an athlete pushed far past his limit.
crack.
the sound was a sharp echo that slapped against the high concrete walls before tearing back down to the pitch. rin caught the ball flawlessly on each rebound, his thigh controlling the spin with a practiced grace before his cleat drove into it again.
crack.
you stood near the metal threshold of the glass, your hands slid deep into the pockets of your pajamas. you certainly weren’t here to hover over rin like a worried parent, you just stood there watching your boyfriend run himself ragged out of stubbornness.
he knew exactly who it was the second the heavy door clicked open five minutes ago. he didn’t even have to look up to recognize the specific sounds of your footsteps, but he was using the intensity of the drill to avoid admitting he should have stopped hours ago. he was running on spite—fighting his shadow, and completely ignoring the toll it was taking on his body. he struck the ball one more time, a vicious, targeted shot that hit the exact center of the target on the wall.
before it could bounce back, you stepped onto the edge of the green turf. your shoes making a soft crunching sound against the faux grass as you walked over beside the bench and pressed your palm flat against the kill switch on the ball launcher. the machine groaned as it winded down to its stop. the sudden silence in the massive room was deafening. the scuffed soccer ball rolled lazily across, bumping against your shoe before coming to a rest.
rin stood dead center on the pitch, his chest heaving as he stared down. his breathing was the only sound left in the room, loud and raspy. the sweat dripped down from the tips of his bangs, immense heat warping the air around him. slowly, his head lifted. his eyes a deep shade of teal, wide and hyper yet exhausted.
“i was in the middle of a set,” rin said. his voice was raw from the workout, and coated with his usual defensive irritation. “who told you to turn it off?”
“your posture is drooping because you’re exhausted,” you said calmly, your tone conversational as you kicked the soccer ball back towards him. “if you keep kicking like that, you’re just going to mess up your form. i’m saving you from a stupid injury.”
rin’s jaw tightened. he hated when you were right, especially when it came to soccer, and he hated it even more because you were the only person in this entire building who could. anyone else would’ve received a death glare and a “get out of my sight”, but with you, his defenses came crumbling down.
“i don’t need you analyzing my form at one in the morning,” he muttered, though he didn’t make a single move back towards the machine to turn it on. instead, he took steps toward you. he stood close, towering over you while his breathing started to settle. the scent of him, mixed with the familiar warmth of his presence took over the quiet corner of the room.
“you’re supposed to be asleep,” rin stared down at your face. his expression stern, mouth flat, just a stubborn friction meant only for you. “why are you still up?”
“because my idiot boyfriend is still down here trying to fight a concrete wall,” you countered, tilting your head up to meet his stare. you reached out, the tips of your fingers lightly tapping against his damp collarbone. “everything closes in five minutes. if you get locked in here, i’m going back to the dorms without you.”
rin let out a low click of his tongue, clearly annoyed by how unfazed you were. he reached past your shoulder to grab his bottle off the bench behind you. as he did, his bare forearm intentionally brushed against the side of your neck—a sudden jolt of touch that you’d never get tired of.
he didn’t back up, he stayed right there, his chest brushing your shoulder, head slightly tilted as he looked down at you quietly that was unreadable. to the rest, rin was a monster, an unfeeling egoist who only cared about destruction. but right here, under the buzzing, he was just a stubborn boy trying to hide how much he leaned on your presence.
“you’re so annoying,” rin murmured, his voice dropping into a jagged whisper that vibrated in the small space between you. he leaned in closer, knuckles turning white around the bottle, “stop looking at me like you’ve got me figured out.”
“i do have you figured out,” you whispered back. a tiny, knowing smirk touching your lips. “pack up your bag, rin.”
rin contemplated. his stubborn nature warring with the bone deep exhaustion dragging at every muscle. finally, he let out a rough, defeated breath against your hair. he set his items down, his irritation visibly melting away into something much softer. he reached up, his hand gentle despite the calluses on his palm from the years of practice, and cupped your face. his thumb slowly swept over your cheekbone, a tender, deliberate motion that shattered the remnants of his exterior before tilting your face up just a little more. you can’t help but melt into him.
“shut up,” he muttered, but there was no bite left in his words.
he leaned down, his face dipping into yours. his lips met yours in a slow tilt, closing over your mouth with an unhurried pressure. his lower lip slid smoothly between yours, parting them with a quiet gasp. his tongue swept forward smoothly, tracing the inner curve of your bottom lip. he deepened the angle, head turning slightly to lock your lips together completely, the movement of his mouth steady against yours.
his long lashes fluttered against the top of your cheek as his eyes half closed, his gaze clouded from the closeness. his free hand traveled down to the small of your back, long fingers bunching up your crewneck, gripping your waist with a firm squeeze that pulled your hips forward until your front was flush against him. his chest expanded in deep breaths, lips sliding against yours one last time in a drag before he reluctantly broke the contact.
when he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. his breathing was still slightly uneven, his thumb giving one last firm swipe across your lower lip, smoothing the moisture there before his hand dropped down.
“come on,” he whispered, his fingers sliding down your arm until they interlocked with your fingers passionately, making sure you felt every motion. “let’s go.”
tags : @renardiererin
literally such a random short little draft i'm posting anyway while i finish up the sukuna fic
itoshi rin will never admit that he’s always the one chasing after your lips when you two are making out. you’d pull away to catch your breath, and he’d mindlessly follow after, oxygen the last thing on his mind.
sometimes you’d tease him—moving your head from side to side, leaning forward just to draw back before your lips make contact, enthralled with the way his head desperately follows after with parted lips and shut eyes. he’d snap his eyes open when it hits him that you’re playing around, glaring at you with flushed cheeks. then proceeds to use a rough palm to bring your jaw to him, crashing his lips back onto yours—successfully wiping the smirk off your face.
itoshi rin will never admit that he follows you around like a puppy when you’re cooking. even with a stoic face, he’s constantly hot on your heels, always perching a hand on your waist as if your trip to the stove extended beyond countries. you’d chastise him when you almost burn him while moving hot pans around. and he’d simply stay silent, giving you perhaps an inch of space, only to repeat the cycle all over again two minutes later.
itoshi rin will never admit that he’d run through his head your schedule first before making plans. you just got off work and his team wants to go for dinner? not free. he needs to buy new clothes and groceries? well that’ll just have to wait until you need to run errands too. his manager wants to schedule him for a photoshoot and interview? too bad. pick a different day because that so happens to be your day off as well. eventually, his team starts going to you first before attempting to make plans with him.
“i thought you were booked for today?”
“no, plans changed. can we stop by the mall later?”
“but wasn’t today the only day you could—”
“not my fault that i’m busy.”
itoshi rin will never admit the way his heart lightens almost instantly when you text him, immediately stopping whatever he’s doing to respond. those around him would know it’s you that got his attention through a mere phone screen. it’s the only logical explanation, because his notoriously cold gaze would only ever soften when you’re involved.
