#rin fluff

drunk!rin who literally has never had a drop of liquor in his life. so, when having his first drink (it being a double shot of smirnoff of all things), he made the most adorable grimace, unable to quickly adapt to the bitter tang.

drunk!rin who keeps staying close to your side the whole night, claiming he felt too wobbly and out of it to not be around you. you’ve drank before, so rin assumed you’d be able to help out if he were to get queasy.

drunk!rin who gets maybe a little too clingy the more he drinks, even waiting outside the washroom door for you as you pee. he didn’t give you any semblance of privacy.

drunk!rin who keeps asking you needy questions in a slurred, thick tone; “you’ll stay with me forever, right?” “do you think about me a lot?” “you love me, right?” all of his walls fall down, leaving him desperate for your reassurance.

drunk!rin who melts into your body every time he has contact with it. his side attaches to yours, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, his head slightly dipped so he could be more at ear level with you.

drunk!rin who gets absolutely hammered. cherry skin, rivulets of sweat, damp hair, heaving chest, sour breath. he’s entirely dazed, with only the feel of your body and the sound of your voice being enough to slightly ground him.

drunk!rin who gets very overstimulated and overwhelmed fast, mumbling into your ear how badly he wants to go home and just be in bed with you. truthfully, he’d rather be completely wrapped in your embrace, one of his legs crossing over yours, chest to chest, feeling each other’s breath fan the other’s face with each drunken exhale.

drunk!rin who stumbles as you assist him with walking through the front door of your guys’ home — your one arm wrapped firmly around his torso, the other reached to grip the wrist of his own arm around your shoulder. continuously, he mumbles words like “love you. . .” “feel. . . sick.” “you’re . . . the best.”

drunk!rin who lets you lazily plop him on the couch. however, he doesn’t let you step away, as he pulls you down with him, your frame colliding with his as the two of you sink into the cushions. his consistent need for physical touch grows more and more prominent as the night continues.

drunk!rin who has the smallest, sheepish smile etch his face when he hears you say “i love you” to him. the words make his heart feel relieved, warmed, and entirely comforted. although the wobbly edge of the liquor makes it hard for him to generally focus, he finds it very easy to focus on you.

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“riiiinnnieee!” you call out, your voice shaky with liquor.

you toed off your shoes lazily, shutting the front door behind you with a loopy grace. your heart hammered against your chest with every clumsy step you took.

rin leaned against the kitchen island, arms crossed with his unamused gaze following your movement.

“rin!” you beam, losing your breath just from seeing him.

you quickly reach over to him to close the space, throwing your arms over around his neck and inhaling his scent.

“you’re drunk. you reek of alcohol,” he muttered, keeping his arms crossed.

“m’not drunk. just so . . . happy to see you,” you murmur contently against him, the vibrations of your purring tone traveling past the fabric of his shirt.

rin stilled, his mind momentarily shutting off from your words. his cheeks betrayed him, fading into a peachy pink. logically this was just the alcohol talking, since you were clearly drunk. but rin couldn’t help but get a little flustered.

“. . . and you smell soooo goooddd. like— all the time.” you paused to slightly pull back from him, looking up at him. “it’s like i’m dating a prince.”

rin’s eyes flickered with every beat of his heart — that had only kept quickening and quickening. with your syrupy tone and heavy-lidded gaze. . . not to mention your words that were as sweet as sugar. . . rin’s face was heating up. and up. and up. . .

“prince . . .” he repeated quietly, hung up on your use of words.

“priiince! and i’m your princess,” you grinned. “we’re in a fairytale!”

“ugh. you’re too sappy,” he groaned.

you reached a hand up, booping his nose with your pointer finger. “d’wanna be anything else. not when you’re here with me.”

rin blinked, his brows tensing and his eyes glittering with a feeling he wasn’t able to describe — maybe handle, either.

“. . . you’re ridiculous,” he muttered.

“‘cause you’re too cute. i can’t even think straight when i look at you,” you giggle.

“m’not cute,” he frowned, offended from your wording.

your grin widened, the corners of your drunken eyes crinkling with amusement. “okay. handsome, then.”

rin’s face slightly relaxed, though a red stain still blanketed his plush skin. he averted his gaze from your face, looking a little over your shoulder.

“whatever. . . thanks.” he paused for a moment. then, he said, although awkwardly, “. . .you’re . . . pretty.”

you smile, leaning more into him and giving him a quick peck on the lips. “thank you.”

“mhm,” he mumbled.

— ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

၊၊||၊ ♪⊹ - pretty boy by the neighborhood

maybe he was sleeping right now? hm . . .

from what you could see, rin was face down laying on the couch, his body evenly rising and falling. hm . . . maybe he was sleeping. so what are you going to do?

shuffle . . . shuffle . . .

oh. . .? are you . . . going to attack him awak—

“gah! what the fuck!” rin immediately yelped himself awake from the feel of you pouncing on top of him. you did in fact attack him awake.

you giggle, straddling him on the small of his back, your thighs digging into his hips. you reach your arms forward, pressing your palms into his shoulder blades.

“hey there!” you beam.

“get. off,” he grumbled.

“nope!” you pressed your palms more strongly into his back, causing him to make a muffled wincing noise.

rin pushed himself up, causing you to fall backwards off of him. he immediately turned over his shoulder, looking at you like you killed a litter of kittens.

he twisted his body to face you fully, his narrowed eyes boring into you. “can you not disturb me when i sleep?” he scoffed.

“okay, okay,” you reply dismissively. “but— first—“ you pounced back toward him, causing him to topple backward, spine hitting the armrest.

“y/n—” his breath hitched, his hands immediately reaching out grip your wrists.

he pushed your arms off him to be suspended in between you two, causing you to gruffly struggle. you kept wriggling your body, his gaze absurdly unimpressed. as well as his grip firmly strong — what were you even trying to accomplish here, play wrestling with a professional athlete?

you settled firmly in his lap, finally giving up on trying to tease him.

until—

with a sudden flurry of seconds, rin’s hands moved to your back, pulled you more flush against him, causing your breath to startle slightly and—

BONK!

your nose clunked right into his face, the force giving you immediate whiplash. instinctively you slapped a hand over your lower face. your head swiveled, and you could only faintly see the off guard expression on rin’s face.

“shit— are you okay?” rin frantically sputtered.

“yup,” you immediately muffled, clearly not okay.

rin’s hand moved to grab your wrist, lightly guiding it away from your face — with you of course letting him.

and, as rin expected, you were not okay. in fact, blood was dappled along the space by your top lip.

“tsk. idiot, did you not ever learn about honesty?” he sighed.

“did you ever learn how to be gentle?” you gruffly retorted, your tone nasally due to your nostrils flaked with blood.

“whatever. you literally started this.”

“hmph.”

“hmph.”

you two looked right into each other’s widened eyes for a few quick fleeting beats. the only sound that filled the silence were your heartbeats and uneven breathing.

then, rin, with brief hesitance, curiously brought a hand to your face, the pads of his pointer and middle finger swiping a splotch of blood up. all that was left behind was a faint smear just under your nose.

“h—huh?” you breathe, confused by the odd contact.

rin’s eyes flickered with something unreadable — a quick dim that just barely went noticed by you. it looked like he was . . . contemplating something.

. . .

rin brought the two fingers to his mouth, taking them past his lips so his tongue could swirl up the blood.

. . .

“r—rin! you gross idi—!”

“shush.” he pressed a finger to your lips, his tone way too sassy for your liking.

you stilled under the contact of him, feeling completely stunned at what you just saw him do. after a couple more moments of him observing your compliance, he pulled his finger away, a faint glimmer quirking in his irises.

“was just seeing if you taste as bad as you behave,” he scoffed, appearing unamused and impatient. “now get off — for real this time. you’ll have to go to the washroom to deal with that.”

you let out a huff of laughter, momentarily frozen from his absurd choice of words. “you just tasted my blood!”

rin itoshi’s face reddened — clearly and obviously regretting what he did. “it was impulse! god! just get off of me!” he groaned defensively, shoving you off of him.

gosh. all you wanted to do was playfight.

— ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

၊၊||၊ ♪⊹ - north by clairo

everything around you felt offensive to you. another day feeling that dawdling gloom encapsulate your vision — giving everything a dull gleam.

you sighed from where you were sprawled out on the couch. the distant mutter of the tv spared no mind to how you were really feeling—

which was fucking awful.

suddenly — you heard the door unlocking and opening.

you tilt your head slightly to grab view of the front door. it was rin.

crash!

rin had thrown his sports bag onto the ground, the clanging of gear and water bottles sounding out the previously quiet room.

“rin?” you say, quiet and cautious.

. . .

rin didn’t answer, rather walking off to the bedroom. his demeanour of course didn’t go unnoticed by you. his shoulders were tense, his hair was haphazardly in his eyes, and his skin was slightly red.

was he having a bad day, too?

you hear the soft whistling of the showerhead starting in the bedroom’s ensuite. you lower yourself completely back into the sofa, letting yourself basically disappear into the cushions.

it wasn’t that bad days were often — maybe they were; but the biggest part of it all was just how much it effected you. how much moments like these made you want to sink and disappear. maybe rin’s feeling that too, right now. and maybe you should be getting up right about now, heading to ask if he’s alright on the other side of the washroom door.

but again, the sinking feeling was what sounded most relaxing and natural to you. and with your mind bumbling about for minutes upon minutes — you weren’t able to notice that the shower had stopped running a long while ago.

you shifted yourself on the sofa, twisting to fully sprawl out on your stomach, hugging a pillow close to your face. whatever the hell you put on the tv was long forgotten — as was everything else.

. . .

ack!

your nose suddenly became flooded with the smell of soap and rin’s cologne.

not to mention that your whole body just practically deflated because of rin’s weight settling onto you. his face buried into the crook of your neck, and you could audibly hear as he inhaled your scent.

“mmmnn,” he hummed softly against your skin.

“rin— you— are— suffocating—” every word was an obstacle to let out. every breath became a heave that only left you more breathless than before. the feel of him completely submerging you deeper into the couch had caught you off-guard, distracting you from your previous thoughts.

“don’t care,” he murmured, “. . .but sorry.” he didn’t move off of you, but he relaxed himself slightly to make you feel less — well, on the verge of death.

he kept his face buried in the crook of your neck, planting multiple wet kisses in the same spot.

“you seemed upset coming in,” you said, your voice muffled from your face being pressed into the cushion.

rin stopped his kisses, muttering against your skin, “m’fine now.”

“you sure?”

rin gave your neck another soft kiss before pulling back, staring at the back of your head with weary eyes. “mhm. i’m just tired now.”

you huff, accepting his answer. if he wasn’t fine, like how he was saying he was, (tsk, a frequent occurrence. . .) then you could just ask him about it later. but right now, with the scent of rin’s cologne in your nose and the warmth of his body bleeding onto you, you were sure you could fully relax and just fall asleep right here right now.

“m’tired too,” you mumble, turning over on your back to gaze up at rin.

rin looked down at you, his teal eyes slightly dimmed with exhaustion and something else you couldn’t name. his cheeks were slightly flushed and his brows were furrowed — like he wanted to say something but couldn’t.

you cup his face, your fingers gently tracing the lines of his features. rin’s eyes momentarily fluttered shut, savouring your touch as he angled his face more against your roaming palms.

“i love you, you know,” you rasped, your hands continuing their conquest along his face.

rin’s lips slightly parted at the registry of your words. the tension in his body seemingly thawed away beat by beat, and slowly, rin’s body began descending back onto you.

“mhm,” rin hummed, settling his body against yours and his head nuzzling into your chest, making your hands fall to the back of his neck. “. . .love you, too.” the words were quiet — maybe even timid — but they were genuine, as well as from rin himself.

your breathing hitched and your earlobes heated up slightly — nervous that rin would begin feeling the thadumping of your heartbeat. you wanted to writhe away from his settlement on you, but the need to be as close as possible to him killed every other urge.

and as the serene moments passed, rin’s breathing evened out into a delicate snooze, his cheek smooshed against your chest and his eyes contently closed. your heartbeat, though still quick and flustered, felt more at ease with the proximity to rin.

and soon enough, your breathing would even out, too — saving you from the misery you had to deal with.

and the last thought you had before drifting off into the dream world was to hope tomorrow wouldn’t be so bad for either of you.

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(masterlist!)

We know how both of the Itoshi brothers have been focused mainly on soccer their entire life, but what about other hobbies or activities...

You didn't know much about Sae but one thing you surely knew was that your boyfriend Rin, was literally the worst individual you've ever come across when doing anything that wasn't kicking a soccer ball.

You've tried. Tried to teach him stuff, explain them, explain them again, and again like he was 5. Nothing worked, he just couldn't bother putting time into something that wasn't soccer...

"Hey Rin, wanna help me with this equation?"

"Rinnie? I have a question for you"

"Babyyyy...stop rewatching highlights, let's do something.."

He simply didn't care.

But you tried again- you had to sharpen his brain somehow. You wouldn't call him dumb, no, you'd say he just didn't have the patience to put effort into anything else..

You couldn't count the times he got pissed cuz he lost playing uno with you, or... literally any game cuz he simply wouldn't put his brain into work.

"What the hell is this bullshit..." You heard him mutter under his breath, over your shoulder, making you flinch and look back.

"God you'll kill me..." You sighed. "It's...my homework Rin. Not everyone is famous and off school."

"What the fuck are they teaching you. You must be a genius." To which you tried to hold your laughter behind your palm.

"Why're you laughing." Truth was, in front of u was a basic algebraic function...well uh not that Rin really knew. He never really paid attention in school apparently. Just completely focus on following his brother's footsteps.

"Rinnie...maybe we should get you a tutor for basic school knowledge..cuz this..." You vaguely pointed his way. "Will not get you far.."

He shoved your shoulder, rolling his eyes. "I'll go make dinner.." he muttered.

"Uh huh you do that baby..." You smirked to yourself, going back to your work..

Oh yea. One thing that you were proud of was that Rin knew how to cook, and well he was quite good at it. At least if the soccer career failed (bench x Rin canon)...you could get him to be a chef or something..or an English tutor although you know he wouldn't put up with that.

A/n: This is short ik man it's js a little thought of mine I was bored :,))

convincing rin itoshi to bake with you was no easy task. well — the effort was mild. truthfully all you did was tell him you’ll make it to every. single. one. of his soccer games from now on.

and luckily you made no pinky promises, because you were for sure not able to make it to all of his soccer games.

but rin itoshi was always more emotional than he liked to portray himself to be. he had a big dreamer-mindset; despite him trying to be logical and stoic. so of course he folded abruptly when you made a promise.

honestly, rin itoshi, although he could be a hothead — saying words that’re way too mean for your liking — he was truthfully the cutest.

even right now, where you two are in the kitchen baking a cake. you’re trying to stay focused on handling the mixer, but rin has his hair in his face and he’s awkwardly trying to get it out — not using his hands, since his fingers are covered in frosting.

“you should’ve been less messy handling the frosting,” you snicker.

“tch. whatever,” he scoffed, moving to walk over to the sink.

but you stopped him. at an alarmingly fast rate. god — did you up your reflexes or something?

your grip lay firm on his sugar-coated wrist. rin cocked his head to face you, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“. . . what is it?” rin muttered.

you gave him the softest, most innocent smile before you guided his hand to your lips, the scent of frosting engulfing your nose more and more.

and then you parted your lips in a delicate ‘o’ shape and slotted the entirety of rin’s pointer finger in your mouth. you basically slurped up all the frosting that blanketed his finger — and replaced it with a sheen of your saliva.

“uh— uhm—” rin breathed out — having gone completely red. his eyes were childishly wide, and a bead of sweat slipped down his face.

“y’don’t need soap,” you giggle against his palm. “plus, the frosting tastes good.”

then, you went and slotted rin’s middle finger in your mouth — repeating the process over again.

rin stayed frozen, staring like a deer in headlights at what you were doing. his whole body went blazingly hot, and he felt like he was on fire.

shit. this wasn’t what he had in mind when you convinced him to bake with you . . .

— ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

ur bf rin is so slobbery haha content | fluff, kissing, cutesie i luv rin im marrying him

the boy is an absolute slobber monster. well, that’s what you always said to him. he’d get so angry he’d tell you he had to “take five” to recuperate. and you always found it utterly hilarious. it must be discussed just how obscene the issue was.

case i.

the morning light drifting into the bedroom woke rin up immediately. his head had been nestled deep into your chest. it appears he must’ve had a nice sleep since . . . well, there was a huge blotch of wetness on your shirt.

rin slapped a hand to his mouth, his face immediately burning into a humiliating shade of red. he scurried off the bed and needed to relax his viciously tense body immediately. do what he always does in the mornings — meditate.

unfortunately, from his frantic scurrying, you had woken up. and rin didn’t even leave the room in time before you groggily spoke.

“g’morning rin,” you mumbled, not noticing the stain on you just yet.

but to rin’s dismay, you eventually did. you had straightened up, relaxing your morning stiffness. your eyes lolled down to your chest that had that blotch of drool.

“…huh?” you muttered to yourself, your mind still adjusting to having just woken up.

case ii.

“rin, you’re doing it again,” you giggle.

rin had been chewing on the string of his hoodie, trying to focus on match footage. but your teasing giggle knocked him straight out of his head.

“doing what?” he said defensively, the hoodie string falling straight out his mouth.

you pointed a finger at the tiny string of saliva that lingered on his bottom lip. “drooling.”

rin sat up immediately, grimacing with utter contempt. “shut up, idiot. it’s not drooling. don’t call it that.”

at this point you could only laugh chestfully. “then what is it?” you say, wiping a joyful tear from your eye.

“it’s—” crap. rin didn’t know what to say. the words glitched on his tongue. it literally was drool. “just . . . go away!” he immediately stormed off, boiling with anger.

case iii.

rin had never kissed someone other than you. that must be known.

“mm,” you mumble appreciatively with his lips against yours.

“love . . . you,” rin murmured, his tongue striping along your bottom lip.

the faint sounds of the television pulsed alongside your guys’ smacking of lips. you tried guiding him, tried giving him implications on what to do. but he was a hothead — he apparently knew best.

his tongue was basically bruising your mouth. at one point it was just your teeth bashing against his. did he even notice how bad he was at this . . .?

wetness suddenly began oozing from your lips. it definitely wasn’t your own saliva that begun coating your chin.

kiss , smooch , kiss —

you had to pull back. so you did, leaving rin a little confused. you wiped your chin with the back of your hand and inspected it afterwards.

HAH. drool.

“rin you’re basically eating the bottom of my face,” you snicker.

rin genuinely gasped. his eyes twitched at the sight of his drool on your hand.

“oh my god—”

“no no,” you interrupt his frantic breathing. “t’s okay rinnie.”

“it’s disgusti—”

you interrupted him again — this time with a kiss. you pulled back, wiping his bottom lip with your thumb. all he could do was stare at you with wide eyes and glossy parted lips.

“it’s fine. really,” you reassure him. “i like your slobbery kisses. ‘cause they’re from you.”

rin’s face burned, his eyes sparkling.

“ew, you’re gross,” he replied, though with a lack of true bite.

aw, rin itoshi is so slobbery. he should be ashamed! though, you did have a soft spot for it . . . even if it was kind of gross, it meant something special. all those times his tongue would idly loll out his mouth, and the times he’d be vigorously sucking on the sleeve of his hoodie, it only sparked one thought in you.

he’s comfortable.

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