I'll handle it myself:
Nobody can resist your pussy. Not even Rin
⚠️ Warnings: Aged up Rin, +18, suggestive content, non-explicit, but suggestive
Pairing: Bf!Rin Itoshix fem!reader
The room is shrouded in darkness, lit only by the city lights. Silence hung in the air, broken only by the slow controlled rhythm of Rin’s breathing. Night training.
“Rin?” you searched for him from room to room. “Honey, where are you?”
“Here. Training.” he snapped, eyes closed, voice clipped, “I'm busy, don't bother me”.
With a deliberately feline stride, you stepped into the room. He was sitting on the floor in a black tank top with wide straps and loose sweatpants. Perfect seiza on a navy-blue mat, eyes closed, muscles taut. “Are you almost done?” You sank down behind him, “I need you.”
“Just started. I told you not to bother me.”
His tone was sharp enough to draw a pout to your lips. A pout he didn’t even see, his eyes remaining stubbornly closed. Like the tease you were, you crawled next to him, chest pressed against his back.
“I have a better program for you, for us. Promise it’ll make your muscles burn way better than this.”
“You know I don’t skip,” he replied flatly. “Wait. If not, deal with it yourself.”
Gna gna gna deal with it yourself. “What’s the matter of having a hot boyfriend if I handle it myself when I’m horny?!”
He called your name. “I said no.”
You straightened up, frustration bubbling. “You’re really choosing stretching over your girlfriend who’s literally aching for you right now?”
His jaw tightened, annoyed. Yet his posture didn’t budge. “It’s not choosing. It’s preparation. Next game is in four days. I’m not breaking routine for sex.”
“But I'm horny!” You whine again. Could this fucking guy be normal for once?
“You'll survive.”
“No, I won’t!”
“Stop being dramatic and let me finish.” he growled.
“But, Rin—”
“Full stop.” His eyes still closed.
“That’s your final word?”
“Full. Stop.” he repeats.
Silence swallowed the room again. He was gone, lost behind whatever mental wall he built during these sessions. As if you weren’t even there, standing in your cutest, coquettish pale pink lingerie, barely hidden beneath your open bathrobe.
“Fine,” You proceeded to phase two of the operation, untying your bathrobe and letting it slip from your shoulders to pool at your feet, the delicate beaded strands faintly clicking against the floor. “I’ll handle it myself, then.”
Underneath, you wore only a tiny blush-pink nightgown. The lace hugging your waist and dipping low at your chest. The hem was barely brushing the tops of your thighs. Head held high, you walked toward his room.
Rin opened one eye to look at what was hanging off his shoulder, he scoffed. Pink panties with nothing but twin strands of white pearls at the hips. a small drop of three orbs hanging at the front. You must have thrown it there on your way out.
“Pff.” He flicked it off with two fingers.
As if such a cheap trick would work on him. He was Rin Itoshi. Disciplined to the core. Never missed a single training session. And it wasn’t about to start with you.
Concentration. Discipline. Goal.
Every inhale was deliberate. As he had mentioned two minutes ago, he had a match coming up. He never skipped a night. Not once. And it wasn’t going to start tonight. Every exhale was precise. Not for anyone. Not even you.
Wait. Wasn’t it from the set he had gifted you? No wonder it looked familiar.
He hadn’t properly looked at you earlier, but if his memory was accurate—and it was— the back was especially eye-catching. Backless design, with thin straps crossing in an X shape, embroidered with pearls. On the thigh, a chain of glossy beads blends into the lace, three larger ones and two smaller ones. It was the first time he’d ever bought you lingerie. Your idea, obviously. You’d pushed and teased until he gave in, choosing something deceptively soft. Something that wouldn’t look nearly as innocent once it was on you.
Discipline. Four days.
After that, he'll have all the time in the world to focus on you. He'll take his time once he's finished. Later. But at that very moment, he—
Was that a moan he’d just heard?!
His teal eyes snapped open. So you weren’t bluffing or teasing him just to mess with his head—you were actually doing it. Dealing with it yourself. In his room, on his bed, in his lingerie. Dealing with it yourself. Dealing... yourself.
Days. Four discipline.
He shifted position, settling into a cross-legged seat— back still perfectly straight, shoulders relaxed, breaths deep and controlled.
Another little sound. Breathier this time. Needier. Then the quiet creak of the bed.
Before he could talk himself out if it, Rin was in his feet. Didn’t he train extra this morning anyway? He could make up for it tomorrow. Or, or the day after. Or even later tonight. He didn’t give a single fuck right now.
He could already picture your delighted, triumphant little expression before he even reached the door. That alone would be enough to make him turn back. Mmm, nah.
With more force than necessary, he opened the door. You were lying upside down on his bed, feet planted against the wall, head hanging off the edge. Your hair spilled toward the floor like silk. The tiny pale pink nightgown had ridden all the way up to your waist. And your left hand, naughty accomplice, was moving between your spread thighs, right where those pearl-trimmed panties had been only minutes ago.
“ Took you long enough, Itoshi.”
Your man didn’t answer with words, he simply crawled onto the bed, caught your wrist, and replaced your fingers with his own. His mouth crashing down on yours like he’d been starving for you the entire time he pretended not to care.
Rin pulled back just enough to bite your bottom lip, eyes dark with heat.
“You fucking tease!”
©𝓮𝓷𝒕𝓮𝓷𝒅𝓼𝓶𝒂𝓻𝒂𝓰𝓮
𓂃✍︎ : 𝐈. 𝐕. 𝐌𝐌𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈, 0.914𝓴 (Note to self: recount, you made some changes.)
➤: Such a shame I can’t share the mental image I have of the lingerie!!!
