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— SALIENCE ⋆ Itoshi Rin / 糸師 凛

(n.) being very noticeable or important

ⓘ Rin has the attention span of a cat chasing its own tail.

It doesn’t matter that he’s one of the world’s best soccer players, disciplined and focused when it matters, because off the pitch that same laser focus scatters. His mind wanders easily, tugged by the littlest things like a shadow or the flicker of light or a half finished thought he can’t seem to hold still. He has the sharpness of a blade but the attention span of smoke, always curling away before you can catch it. You notice it in the quiet moments. When you’re talking sometimes his eyes wander to the window or to the way your hands move when you speak or to the sound of his own breathing.

“You’re not listening again” you say softly one night, not accusingly but observingly. His eyes flick back to you. “I am”

“No you’re not. Your staring at the lamp” his lips twitch, and after a beat he repeats your last sentence back to you word for word. Exactly as you said it. You blink. “Wow. you actually memorized that?”

“I always do” he mutters, his gaze darting away again. It’s not that Rin doesn’t listen. It’s more like his listening is different; restless. He doesn’t absorb in one clean stream, he gathers in fragments and scattered pieces he carries until they arrange themselves into something whole. And when it comes to you, that restlessness only sharpens.

You’d be sitting together with your head bent over a book or something, nd his focus flickers like a moth circling a flame. First to the book and then to your face, to the slope of your nose, the curve of your lips, the way the sunlight hits your face just right when you lean in a bit closer. His gaze darts away as soon as you catch him, but it always returns like it can’t help itself.

“What?” you ask, catching him mid stare. “Nothing” He looks away too fast, not fast enough though. You tilt your head smiling at him. “You’re worse than a cat, Rin. You’re always chasing something you can’t hold.”

“Maybe I don’t want to hold it” he mutters under his breath, and then softer: “Maybe I just want to keep looking.”

Sometimes when you talk to him he fidgets with whatever is closest to him, pulling at loose threads of your hoodie or tapping his fingers while tracing idle circles on the table, he’s like those type of parents that draw random shaped on non important envelopes when they’re on a call with someone. It’s easy to mistake for disinterest, but you’ve learned better — that restlessness is his way of staying close; of keeping himself tethered to the sound of your voice. If you stop his fidgeting stops too.

“Why’d you stop?” he asks, glancing at you with a faint frown. “I thought you weren’t paying attention.”

“I was” he says simply, as if that should’ve been obvious, but theres a tenderness to it, once you learn how to see it. The way his attention skitters across everything and yet keeps orbiting back to you, again and again. Like no matter how far his thoughts wander you are the center of gravity that pulls them back.

One evening your laying in bed together. He’s scrolling through something on his phone and you’re reading. After a while you feel his hand drift over , his fingers brush yours once, and then twice before you take them and lace your hands together. He doesn’t look at you right away but you see the way his shoulders soften ans how his grip settles like it was always meant to fit there. “You could’ve just asked to hold my hand you know” you murmur. Rin shakes his head. Later when you tease him about his wandering focus he doesn’t deny it, he only shrugs. “You talk too much” he mutters, eyes sliding away. “Then why do you always listen?”

His thumb brushes circles against your knuckles, absent and steady “…Because it’s you”

Rin’s attention span may be fleeting, sharp and restless like a cat chasing its own tail. but with you it always finds its way home.

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Itoshi Rin was a composed and disciplined guy, everyone was aware of that.

It didn't matter if he was on the field or anywhere else in the world, his expression was monotonous and so was the rest of his life out of soccer.

That was, until you came.

It began with subtle grins, a red hue on his cheeks whenever you complimented him, and the slight widening of his eyelids when he talked to you. On one precious day, he even bought you a bouquet of lavenders, as he thought roses were too cliché; but it went no further than that. He was still Itoshi Rin, still as careful and delicate with his love as possible. And though you were the opposite, you loved him for it.

Your friends would always complain, and ask you whether he even loved you or not. It was reasonable as in public he never made his relationship obvious, only you were allowed to savour his scarce softness.

Behind the walls, it was no more than gentle pecks on eachothers lips or watching movies together on his obnoxiously large television. You didn't have the courage to ask Rin for more, and he didn't seem like he wanted more, or rather hid his desires.

One saturday night, you decided that you were going to break the unspoken rule.

"Hey.. Rin?"

You turned to him, but his eyes were glued to the soccer match you both were watching beforehand.

"Yeah? What is it?"

He replied, his gaze still on one of the players on the field, with pink hair and eyes not unlike his own.

"I wanted to ask if.. i could stay over tonight."

He suddenly tensed up, his turquoise hues finally fixating themselves upon you. He tried to keep a straight face but his ears were already turning a deep red. It made you smile, realising that the boy wanted this no less than you.

"Uh.. S-Sure."

That was the first time you had heard Itoshi Rin stutter.

His bed was well kept, and his room was much cleaner than yours. You stared at the back of his hair while he looked for something comfortable that you could wear for the night.

He tossed over a pale green shirt and black shorts, both too large for you, but you weren't complaining. He left the room without a word, closing the door behind him, giving you the privacy to change your clothes. After changing and putting your old clothes into your bag, you opened the door and allowed him to come in.

Now you both were sitting on the side of the bed, no words exchanged. You rested your chin on your hand, legs crossed while Rin sat hunched over with his hands near your figure. The awkwardness was intense, you could cut it with a knife.

But just as you were about deem the night as an embarrassment, he scooted over, his arm now around your waist, and ears beaming as red as ever. And you wouldn't lie, your cheeks were red too. Rin was holding your waist for the first time ever.

The waist-holding unfolded into a bundle of shared kisses, and then laying down together on his bed. But it felt as if it ended there, both of you had enough distance to fill another person in between, and Rin was staring at the lamp on the right corner of his room, as if deciding what to do next.

You on the other hand, was fidgeting with your hands whilst cursing at yourself for letting the romantic moment end. You say upright, knees touching your chest, the movement ruined the perfect bedsheet by giving it wrinkles but it was too subtle for you to notice. Your gaze went towards him and then back to your knees, towards the man again and then back to your knees, towards your boyfri-

"Can we cuddle?"

Rin requested, face straight and body turned towards you. One hand below the side of his head and the other resting on his white sheets, you couldn't tell if he was flustered anymore, but you sure were.

"Oh! Alright!!"

You exclaimed. the tension faded away once again as you engulfed yourself into his embrace, he rest his head over yours as he traced circles on your back, you buried your face in his chest, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

You don't remember much after that, but you're sure you fell asleep in his arms.

from this req.

“rin, I’m gonna die in there,” you groan, staring at the flickering neon sign above the horror escape room entrance. the words “nightmare manor” pulse in blood red letters, and your stomach’s already doing flips.

rin, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets, gives you that signature deadpan look.

“It’s a game. you’ll live,” he says, voice flat but with that annoying little smirk tugging at his lips. “unless you’re that pathetic.”

you glare, clutching your jacket tighter. “i hate you for this.”

“no, you don’t.” he pushes off the wall, nodding toward the door. “come on, scaredy-cat.”

you’re not into horror — jump scares, creepy noises, nope, not your thing. but rin? he’s weirdly into this stuff, and somehow, you let him talk you into it. probably because of those stupid teal eyes and that stupid “i dare you” vibe he gives off. now you’re here, heart pounding before you even step inside.

the employee, a guy with fake blood smeared on his face, leads you into a dark lobby. he hands you a clipboard with a waiver. “sign here. if the monsters get you, we’re not liable.” he winks, and you nearly bolt.

“monsters?” you squeak, looking at rin. he’s already signing, not even blinking. “rin, you didn’t say anything about monsters!”

“tch, it’s part of the vibe,” he mutters, shoving the pen at you. “just sign it.”

you scribble your name, hands shaky, and the employee grins. “good luck. you’ve got one hour to solve the puzzles and escape… or else.” he cackles, and you grab rin’s sleeve instinctively.

“don’t be a baby,” rin says, but he doesn’t pull away. if anything, he steps a little closer, and you’re not sure if it’s to mess with you or to make you feel better. either way, you’re not letting go.

the escape room is straight out of a nightmare. flickering lights, cobwebs, a creepy-ass chandelier that looks like it’s about to fall.

it smells like mold, and there’s this low, growly sound that makes your skin crawl. you’re practically velcroed to rin’s side as he strides in, all calm and focused, like he’s scouting a soccer field.

“rin, something’s moving,” you whisper, eyes darting to every shadow. you swear you hear breathing, and not the normal kind.

“it’s just the effects,” he says, already poking at a locked chest for clues. “help or stay out of my way.”

you’re not helping. you’re too busy imagining every horror movie death scene. “what if there’s, like, a zombie? or a guy with a knife?” you mumble, hovering behind him.

he glances back, rolling his eyes. “you’re ridiculous. It’s fake.”

you’re not convinced, but you try to help, nervously flipping through a dusty book for codes.

then it happens. the lights go out, plunging the room into pitch black. a guttural snarl echoes, and before you can scream his name, something grabs you by the waist and yanks you backward.

your soul legit leaves your body. you’re screeching, arms flailing, as a cloaked figure with a grotesque mask drags you through a hidden door into another room.

“RIN! HELP! I’M DEAD!” you wail, your voice echoing as you’re pulled into the dark. your heart’s hammering so hard you’re sure it’s gonna burst.

the “monster” (some poor actor just doing his job) is dragging you across a cold floor, and you’re too panicked to realize it’s all fake.

back in the main room, rin’s head snaps toward your scream. his eyes narrow, and he’s moving before he even thinks, bolting toward the hidden door. “oi!” he barks, voice sharp like he’s about to slide-tackle the dude into next week.

he bursts into the side room, where you’re sprawled on the floor, still freaking out, the actor looming over you with a creepy chuckle.

rin steps between you and the “monster,” glaring like he’s ready to murder. “back the hell off,” he growls, voice low and dangerous. the actor, clearly not expecting rin’s death glare, stumbles back, raising his hands like he’s surrendering.

rin crouches next to you, grabbing your arm to pull you up. “you okay?” his voice is gruff, but his grip’s gentle, and he’s scanning you like he’s checking for injuries.

“no, that thing dragged me” you pointing at the actor who slinking away, probably regretting his life choice. “my soul’s gone, rin,” you whimper, clinging to him as you stumble to your feet. “it left my body. I’m a ghost now. goodbye.”

he snorts, but his hand stays on your arm, steadying you. “tch, you’re fine. stop crying.” but he doesn’t let go, keeping you close as he drags you back to the main room to finish the puzzles.

you’re a mess the rest of the game, jumping at every creak, but rin’s on it, solving the last code — a creepy riddle carved into a fake skull — while you hide behind him.

when the door finally unlocks, you’re out like a shot, practically dragging him into the fresh air.

“I’m never doing that again,” you pant, hands on your knees, still seeing that monster’s mask in your head. “you’re evil.”

rin’s leaning against the building, looking way too smug. “you screamed so loud i think they heard you in the next town.”

“shut up!” you snap, cheeks hot. “i got dragged, rin! dragged! by a freaking monster!”

he shrugs, but there’s a softness in his eyes, like he’s quietly relieved you’re okay. “you survived, didn’t you?”

“barely,” you mutter, crossing your arms. your heart’s still racing, but the way he’s looking at you — half annoyed, half fond — makes it hard to stay mad.

“c’mon,” he says, pushing off the wall. “let’s get you something to calm you down.” he leads you to a nearby convenience store, the fluorescent lights a stark contrast to the nightmare you just survived. he grabs a strawberry milk from the fridge and tosses it to you without a word.

“what’s this?” you ask, catching it, still a little shaky.

“for you,” he says, looking away like it’s no big deal. “figured it’d stop your whining.”

you blink at the carton, then at him. he’s pretending to check his phone, but you catch the faint flush on his cheeks.

“thanks, rin,” you mumble, popping the straw in and taking a sip. It’s sweet, and so is the gesture, even if he’d never admit he’s being soft.

“you’re still not dragging me to another one though” you say, pointing at him with the milk carton.

he smirks, walking ahead. “we’ll see.”

and yeah, you’re still traumatized from getting dragged off, but with rin tossing you strawberry milk and throwing that rare, tiny smile over his shoulder, maybe it wasn’t the worst day.

he ties your wrists with the ribbon like it’s nothing. clean, sharp movements, eyes cutting up to you as if daring you to complain. you don’t. you couldn’t if you wanted to. the way his fingers skim over your stomach is enough to steal your voice. rin doesn’t grab or grope, he traces. the pads of his fingers draw slow, deliberate lines over your ribs, along the curve of your hip, down to the dip of your thigh.

“keep still,” he murmurs, even though you already are, spine pressed flat to the mattress, pulse loud in your ears. he drags one fingertip over the inside of your arm, right above the bow he tied and you jolt so hard he smiles. that small, sharp thing he never gives anyone else.

“you’re twitchy,” he says softly, trailing down between your breasts, over your stomach. “what are you so nervous for?” his touch keeps ghosting lower, lower, until you’re trembling, wrists twisting uselessly against the silk. “don’t worry,” he adds, voice flat and unfairly calm. “i like you better when you can’t move.”

cw: switchy rin vibes! kinda overused 'fuck' a lot.

Rin's hands are lying flat on each side of your head, palms lying flat on the pillow, caging you in while his cock pushes in and out of your wet, creamy pussy – nice 'n slow. Your eyes are closed while loud moans and whimpers fall from your lips every time his dick hits all the right spots inside of you.

Then Rin covers your mouth. Your eyes snap back open while you look up into his cold, icy ones.

"Shut up." He grumbles, glaring at you.

You tilt your head, whining into his head, and if his gaze didn't get any colder, "Fucking– s-shut up. Don't whine. Just–"

You try to speak, even though your mouth is covered up, but he picks up the pace, trying to shut you up. Your pussy squeezing tighter around his dick, more and more slick coating him.

He hisses, "Shiiiit– fucking pussy's evil enough, but your stupid moans? Your moans are going to kill me. I'm gonna c-cum too fuck–ngh–ing early..."

Your confusion quickly spiked into cockiness. A smirk forming on your face. He looks back down at you and tuts, feeling your grin against his hand. He doesn't comment on it. He just stares at you.

That's when you decide to start moaning against his palm. He whimpers. Fucking whimpers once he feels the muffled vibrations against his palm. He doesn't even have to hear how pretty you sound. He can feel it. You are seriously trying to break him. One more moan, and he might just deteriorate, might just fill up your gummy insides.

His eyebrows knit again and he leans down to bury his face into your neck, "God... don't do this to me, baby. You're going to make me– ahhh— snap. You're evil – so fucking evil."

You test the waters, another slutty moan of yours slipping past your lips against his hand, and he's a dead man. His hand falls from your mouth to your shoulder, gripping on to it while his hips stutter pathetically, cum spilling into you while a serious of curses fall out of his mouth.

He pulls back after a moment, pushing his hair out of his face, "Don't..." pant, "say shit."

You don't say anything for a bit, the cocky smirk still on your face, "I didn't know my moans were such a pushover for you, Rinnie."

isagi - it was a lazy afternoon where she tries to wrestle the remote from his hands on the couch. he’s smiling, all boyish charm and laughs when she climbs on top of him to reach it. but then he shifts, casually wrapping his arm around her waist and flipping her underneath him like it’s nothing. she squeals, laughing, until she pushes against his chest and he doesn’t move. not even a little. she pushes harder. nothing. her laughter dies just a little as the realization hits: she can’t move him. yoichi notices immediately. his smile softens. “too much?” he asks, already loosening his grip. “no,” she whispers. “just… wow.” he shifts off her, brushing her hair out of her face with infinite gentleness. “i forget sometimes. i’d never hurt you, you know that, right?” she nods. and she does know. but later that night, when he wraps his arms around her to sleep, she presses closer. not because she’s scared, but because she understands now just how much she’s trusting him.

barou - she’s teasing him while he brushes his teeth, poking his ribs until he grunts in protest. when he finally turns and grabs her waist, it’s with a dramatic groan, but then he lifts her clean off the ground with one arm, toothbrush still in his mouth. she shrieks, trying to twist out of his grip, but he holds her in place like she’s nothing.“keep acting up,” he growls playfully. “see what happens.” she laughs, half-serious as she tries to push him away… only to find herself caged in. her body tenses. she realizes, then, that she couldn’t get away if she wanted to. not from him. barou notices immediately. his hold loosens. “oi,” he mutters. “what’s with the face?” she says. “nothing. just… you’re really strong.” he stares at her for a moment, silent. “you think i’d use that against you?” he asks, tone unreadable and she shakes the head immediately. “damn right.” he sets her down gently, tugging her into a hug. “only time i’ll ever use it is for you.”

bachira - they’re wrestling on the living room floor, breathless with laughter. she tries to wriggle out from under him, shrieking as he tickles her mercilessly. “say uncle!” he cackles, holding her down with both hands. “i hate you!” she screams, still giggling. but then she really tries to push him off. uses her whole body and he doesn’t move. her breath catches. he notices the shift in an instant. “too far?” he asks, smile fading slightly. “no, i just… i really couldn’t get out.” he blinks and then lets go immediately. instead of moving away, he scoops her into his lap and presses a kiss to her temple. “that’s why i’m careful with you,” he says quietly. “always careful.” she rests her head against his chest, heartbeat slowing. she’s not afraid. but now she knows just how much she trusts him not to misuse the strength he holds so easily.

rin - she pushes him in the kitchen after a snide comment. a light shove to his shoulder. playful, not serious. but he turns, catches her wrist, and holds it gently but firmly. she tries to pull away. he doesn’t squeeze. doesn’t yank. and her body goes still. not from fear, but from the quiet knowledge that if he wanted to, she couldn’t make him let go. rin sees it and releases her hand immediately. “sorry,” he mutters. “didn’t mean to do that.” she sighs softly. “no, it’s okay. you didn’t hurt me.” he nods slowly, then turns back to the counter. but later that night, when she curls up beside him in bed, she feels the quiet shift in power, the unspoken vulnerability. rin doesn’t say a word. he just wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her close, and whispers, “you’re safe with me. always.”

sae - she jumps on his back while he’s pouring coffee, expecting him to stumble or grunt. but he doesn’t. he barely even shifts. “you weigh nothing,” he mutters, amused. he flips her over his shoulder with such casual ease she barely has time to register it before she’s on the couch, blinking up at him in shock. she laughs breathlessly and then goes quiet. because she realizes that wasn’t even effort for him. sae tilts his head, registering the silence. “something wrong?” she exhales. “you’re just strong.” his face doesn’t change. but when he sits beside her, he touches her gently. “and i’ve never used that on you,” he says. “i won’t.” she nods. she knows that. but the weight of that trust settles deep in her chest, heavier than anything else.

shidou - she throws a pillow at him mid-compliment, giggling as it hits him square in the face. “shut up, ryusei.” he grins like the devil. “oh, you’re done for now.” he’s on her in a second, tackling her onto the bed with playful growls, straddling her hips, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. she tries to fight back, laughing, twisting… but she can’t move. not even a little. her smile falters. ryusei blinks, noticing the shift instantly. “too much?” she shakes her head. “no. you didn’t hurt me. it’s just…” her voice dips. “you could do anything. and i couldn’t stop you.” his wild grin fades a little. “yeah,” he says softly. “that’s true.” then his eyes lower, more serious than she’s ever seen them. “but i don’t want to hurt you. i just wanna touch you, play with you, keep you. i’d never use it to scare you.” and for the first time, she sees the control underneath the chaos. that even his madness has rules when it comes to her.

hiori - they’re sprawled out on the floor together, surrounded by snacks and half-finished puzzles. she tries to steal a piece he’s holding, snatching it from his hand. he laughs and grabs her wrist, tugging her toward him with enough strength to bring her down across his chest. “thief,” he murmurs, smiling. she grins and fights back, trying to pin him by the shoulders, determined to win for once. but when she tries to push him down, her hands meet something solid and unmoving. no matter how hard she tries, he doesn’t move an inch. her breath hitches. hiori notices immediately and his hands loosen from her waist. “did i…?” she says softly. “you’re just… you’re stronger than i thought.” he stares up at her, eyes gentle. “i’ve never used it,” he says quietly. “i wouldn’t. not on you.” she nods, curling into his side as he wraps an arm around her. there’s no fear in her. but there’s a new weight in the trust she gives him and it’s not light.

yukimiya - she makes fun of his hair product again, playfully pulling at his bangs and dancing just out of reach. “you gonna stop me, model boy?” she teases. he doesn’t say a word as he grabs her waist and scoops her up like she’s nothing. she squeals, hands flailing as he spins her once, then sets her down on the couch, still caged in his arms. she blinks up at him. tries to push his chest to get him to move, but… nothing. he watches her face shift, from playful to still. “hey, you okay?” he murmurs. “i just realized… i really couldn’t stop you if i tried.” the smile falls from his lips. he pulls back immediately, runs a hand through his hair like he’s ashamed. “i didn’t mean to scare you—” “you didn’t.” she takes his hand. “it’s not fear. just… knowing that. trusting you not to use it.” his eyes soften. “you have my word. i’ll only ever hold you gently.” and somehow, that vow settles deeper than any romantic line he’s ever given her.

ness - she tries to tickle him mid-hug and he gasps like she’s committed a crime. “hey!” he retaliates, grabbing her wrists and pulling her down with him onto the bed, both of them laughing. she fights back, squirming, trying to overpower him, but he easily pins her wrists above her head with one hand. it’s not rough. it’s not even tight. but it’s final. she can’t move. not at all. her laughter dies in her throat. “alexis,” she says quietly. he freezes. his hand lets go in an instant. “sorry. i was playing, i didn’t mean—” “no,” she says. “you didn’t hurt me. you just… could have. that’s all.” his whole face changes. “i’d never do that. you know i wouldn’t,” he whispers. “i do,” she murmurs. “that’s why it caught me off guard.” he cups her cheek like she’s breakable. “i’m not big like the others. but i’d never let anyone use strength like that against you.” and that’s the part that stays with her.

karasu - she tries to sneak up on him while he’s brushing his teeth, poking at his ribs. he grins in the mirror, watching her antics. “bold move,” he says, spitting toothpaste. “you sure you wanna start this?” before she can react, he turns, wraps an arm around her waist, and pulls her flush against him. she struggles playfully, but his grip doesn’t falter. she shoves his chest. he doesn’t move. her smile fades. “whoa. you’re stronger than i thought.” she says softly. karasu arches a brow. “that a problem?” “no. just surprising.” he lowers his arms, expression unreadable. “i joke a lot. flirt a lot. but i know what i could do if i didn’t hold back. i’d never be that kind of guy.” she nods, arms circling his waist now on her own. it doesn’t scare her. but it stays with her that he chooses to be gentle.

otoya - she’s curled up in his hoodie, taunting him from across the bed. “you gonna come get it, or are you all talk?” he smirks. “don’t tempt me.” he lunges, pinning her down in seconds. she laughs, tries to twist away, but he’s already got her wrists held above her head and one knee resting between her thighs. “gotcha,” he grins. but when she tries to wriggle free and can’t, her body goes still. otoya notices immediately and the mood shifts. “too far?” he asks, pulling back a little. she shakes her head. “no. just… i realized i couldn’t stop you if i tried.” he sits back, expression serious for once. “i’d never push you like that,” he says. “you say stop, i’m off you. no hesitation.” she believes him. but it still stuns her, how easily he had her pinned. it’s not fear that stays with her. it’s trust, heavy and sacred.

raichi - they’re wrestling over the remote on the couch. harmless at first, elbows and knees, laughing insults. he finally snatches it from her grip with a smug, “hah! get on my level.” she pounces at him, trying to steal it back, and he grabs her by the waist to hold her off. she kicks and squirms in his lap, fighting hard, but she can’t budge him. not even a little. raichi chuckles, then realizes she’s gone quiet. his arms fall away in an instant. “hey. what’s wrong?” she just stares at him. “i couldn’t move you. at all.” he freezes. “shit. did i scare you?” she shakes the head. “it’s not that. it’s just… weird. realizing that if i needed to fight you off, i couldn’t.” raichi’s face softens. “i’d never let it come to that,” he says seriously. “i run my mouth a lot, but i’d never put hands on you like that. you say stop, i’m a goddamn statue.” she nods and she believes him. still, she curls closer, newly aware of how effortlessly he could keep her if he ever stopped holding back and how much it means that he never does.

snuffy - she’s tugging his arm, insisting he stretch after training. “c’mon, old man. i know you’re sore.” he smirks. “i’ve handled worse than you.” she climbs onto his back, trying to pull his shoulders back, laughing and he just… doesn’t move. like her effort is wind brushing against a mountain. she pauses and her hands fall away. snuffy turns slightly, catching the change in her body. “what is it?” she whispers, “you’re so solid. so strong. i don’t think i ever realized how much until i couldn’t move you even a little.” his expression softens. “i’ve had to be,” he says. “for a long time. but not with you. i don’t want to be strong against you. i want to be strong for you.” and in that moment, she doesn’t just see strength in his arms or his back. she sees it in the way he opens his heart to her, vulnerable and unguarded. it hits just as hard.

you hadn’t said a word on the drive home. sae noticed. he noticed the way your arms were crossed, the way you stared out the window even when he rested a hand on your thigh. the clip had been everywhere: some overeager fan leaning in, pressing her lips against his cheek, and way too close to his lips, before security dragged her away. it wasn’t his fault, but the image still burned in your head.

by the time you were back in his apartment, you were quiet enough to make him twitch. sae hated guessing games and he hated being ignored even more. “you’re mad about that?” he asked, voice flat as he herded you toward the bedroom. “i didn’t move. i didn’t even look at her.”

you hummed. not exactly agreeing, not forgiving and that set him off. one shove and you were on the mattress, shirt ripped over your head before you could protest. sae’s mouth was hot and demanding against your neck, but every time he angled up for a kiss, you turned your face away.

the first time, he let it slide. the second time, his eyes narrowed. the third time, his patience shattered.

“stop fucking playing with me.” his voice was a growl against your ear as he yanked your shorts down, shoving his sweats low enough to free his angry flushed cock. “you’re mad at me for something i didn’t even do? fine. be mad. but you don’t get to pull this shit with me.”

he was already leaking when he slid into your cunt without warning, without buildup, making you gasp at the stretch. sae didn’t give you time to adjust. his thrusts started deep and sharp, controlled only by his own temper. you clawed at his shoulders, head tipping back, but when his lips brushed yours again, you still refused him.

“don’t.” thrust. “look.” thrust. “away from me.” thrust.

his hand gripped your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes. sweat beaded on his forehead, his usual calm gone, replaced by a raw edge of frustration and need. “kiss me,” he ordered, breath ragged. you clenched stubbornly around him and looked anywhere but his face. sae snapped.

the pace went brutal, hips slamming into you hard enough to rattle the headboard. his flushed crown bullied your cervix with every thrust, making you see stars. he leaned down until there was nowhere for you to turn, his lips hovering over yours teasingly, not letting you escape.

“i said kiss me.”

when you finally broke, dragging him down into a messy, teeth-clashing kiss, sae groaned like it was the first breath he’d taken all night. his tongue pushed deep, swallowing every sound you made until you were gasping and drooling against his mouth.

“yeah,” he panted against your lips, hips grinding in deep, “that’s mine. no one else. remember it.”

you came hard, shaking around him, but sae didn’t stop. even after you collapsed back onto the sheets, he hauled you into his lap, still buried inside you. his mouth stayed glued to yours, stealing breath after breath as he bounced you on his cock, forcing more broken moans into his mouth.

“not done,” he muttered darkly when you whimpered, trying to pull back. “you’re gonna sit here and kiss me ‘til i say we’re finished.”

— a bllk fanfic // where rin itoshi gets his own, personal helper.

synopsis: rin itoshi desperately needed a media trainer. good thing, sae made the right choice by hiring you! wc: 3.9k (one of my shorter fics) cw: bickering. petty fights. they're both lowkey embarrassing. rinnie and his touch aversion mentioned. MDNI. NSFW content ahead. nsfw includes: making out. dry humping. mutual masturbation. sorta sweet towards the end. old. m.list

"okay, this is pathetic." rin itoshi hissed, "i- i don't need your help!"

"okay, pretty boy. whateveeerr you say." you checked out your manicured set of nails, seemingly more interested in your neatly filed nails than the man standing in front of you. at your nonchalance, rin itoshi seethed, "is this some kind of joke to you?"

"not a joke." you dragged your bored gaze up from your nails to the tall raven-haired. bringing a carefree hand up to your glossy lips, you stifled a yawn, "listen itoshi, i'll be honest with you." the man quirked up an eyebrow and you gave him a lazy smile, "i get paid to do what i'm asked. if you don't need my help, i won't help ya — simple as that!"

LOSER ! rin itoshi — his water bottle? covered in stickers he bought at conventions. he tries to peel them off when you notice, but they're stuck forever.

LOSER ! rin itoshi — he once stayed up all night grinding ranked in a video game, then fell asleep in class and drooled all over his notebook. he woke up, realized, and immediately shoved the soggy paper into his bag like nothing happened.

LOSER ! rin itoshi — writes your name absentmindedly in the margins of his notes… then panics, scribbles it out so aggressively the paper tears.

LOSER ! rin itoshi — googles "how to tell if someone likes you back" at 3 a.m. but then slams his laptop shut like the FBI is watching.

𐂯 ₊ ⊹ itoshi rin with feminine gf

itoshi rin, who spoils you rotten, always showing up with little gifts like pastel-colored plushies or dainty jewelry that screams you.

itoshi rin, who holds your hand like it’s made of glass, guiding you through crowded places with a protective grip, his eyes softening every time you smile up at him.

itoshi rin, who carries your fluffy pink bag without complaint, even when it’s covered in cute keychains that jingle with every step.

itoshi rin, who buys you every adorable trinket you glance at, from sparkly hair clips to those overpriced desserts with heart-shaped sprinkles, just because you cooed at how cute they were.

itoshi rin, who calls you his “princess” or “baby doll” in that low, quiet voice, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear while you’re distracted by something cutesy in a shop window.

itoshi rin, who makes sure your nails are always done, booking appointments at the fanciest salons and picking out soft colors like baby pink or lavender because he knows you love them.

itoshi rin, who wraps you in his oversized jacket when it’s chilly, pulling the hood over your head and smirking when you look like a tiny, cozy doll drowning in fabric.

itoshi rin, who lets you decorate his phone case with cute stickers, even though his teammates tease him endlessly about it.

itoshi rin, who kneels to tie your shoelaces when they come undone, ignoring your protests and giving you that intense stare that says he’s doing it because he wants to take care of you.

itoshi rin, who plans dates to cute cafés or sanrio pop-up shops, pretending he’s just “passing by” when really he spent hours researching places you’d love.

itoshi rin, who carries you over puddles so your skirt doesn’t get wet, cradling you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

itoshi rin, who listens to you ramble about your favorite plushie collection or the new cute stationery you found, nodding along with that rare, gentle smile he saves just for you.

itoshi rin, who grunt but secretly loves it when you call him “rinnie,” pulling you into a hug to hide his faint blush.

itoshi rin, who gifts you a delicate, custom tiara on a random tuesday, watching you wear it with a gaze that says you’re his entire world.

everyone was surprised when you and rin started dating. after all, the both of you were complete opposites — from personalities to aesthetics — rin was usually darker and quieter, while you were more bubbly and bright.

rin never thought he’d be associated with the colour pink. not white lace, not soft pastel colours, not someone who quadrupled his energy levels. but that’s what made him fall in love with you — seeing you put so much care into dolling yourself up, looking all pretty — it had an effect on him, and he could never seem to hide it.

it was obvious how his cheeks would flush into a shade of pink, how he’d turn into a stammering mess trying to act all nonchalant. but the most striking part was the tent in his pants whenever you were around — dressed up or not — as long as you were within proximity, he would always be bricked up. it would take him all his might to hold back when he was around you, and you knew that. so when you decided to test him in your pretty pink lingerie with white lace tied around your upper thighs? all his reasoning flew out the window.

“you don’t know what you do to me. dressed up like this—shit.” he groaned, palming the backside of your thighs as he spread them further apart, pounding into you incessantly, lace panties still hanging on your ankles. “so pretty—haah—so fucking good f’me.” his fingers slipped under the white lace around your thighs, pulling them towards his lips before biting down on your plush skin, leaving marks behind. “aahh rin! too deep—mnngh—!”

obscene noises bounced off the bedroom walls like a harmony, from lewd moans to wet squelching noises, drowning out the sounds of skin clapping every time his hips met the backside of your thighs. his balls slapped against your dripping cunt with every thrust, while your walls clenched with every drag of his tip against your sweet spot, gripping him like they wanted to keep him buried in there.

“you like being ruined like this? yeah? dressed up like a doll just to take my cock?” he groaned, reverent hands sliding around your waist, bunching up your lingerie around your chest as he slammed into you harder, pace still unrelenting. “you wear this just to get ruined don’t you? you’re filthier than you look, princess.”

your mewls got louder now, body jolting under him as drool and tears stained your face. “rin—nnnghh ahh—gonna cum!” you cried, gripping the sheets as your eyes rolled back, brain turning into mush from how good he was fucking you. “make a mess on me, princess. show me how my cock makes you fall apart.” he rasped, leaning in for a kiss as you unraveled beneath him, soaking the sheets and creaming around him.

it was the sight of you all ruined in your pretty pink lingerie — in a coquette themed bedroom, in the middle of your bed surrounded by soft plushies — that made him this crazy for you. there was nothing else that turned him on more than your dazed, fucked out expression, flushed skin covered in hickies, and your body trembling in his arms after being stretched out so good by him. there was absolutely no one else that could ruin you like this, and he had never felt luckier that it was his name that you screamed every night.

rin loves his pretty girl so much that even after he had filled you to the brim with his cum, even when it was leaking out of you, he already had you flipped around, ready to fuck you stupid all over again.

✶ online!rin that you met thanks to an online forum where you were asking how to buy VIP passes to meet the players as a birthday gift for your younger brother. you’ve never been the biggest soccer fan — especially since it’s not a huge thing where you live — but when you saw there would be a match in the nearby city, the idea of surprising your brother popped into your head. you weren’t exactly sure how it all worked, so you posted on the first forum that came up when you typed “sos buy tickets” on your phone

✶ online!rin who replied a few days later — just when you were already thinking it was too late to buy the tickets. it was a short message, something like “you can use the stadium’s website where the match will be held” along with a link that you opened naively, even though you knew there was a chance your phone could get hacked afterward. luckily, it actually was the site you were looking for, so you thanked him and bought the tickets right away

✶ online!rin and when, a couple of weeks later, you naively posted a photo from the match on the same forum, you got a comment from him. it was a simple picture — just you and your brother wearing the team merch — but the pass your little brother was holding was proof that you’d actually used the link he had sent you. aside from a few random likes from other users, the same username that had helped you the first time — @owlstriker16 — commented saying “i was there too. good match”

✶ online!rin that when you saw the reply — almost a month later — you just smiled and ignored it

✶ online!rin that when, two months later, you opened the forum again to look up his username — just because you’d randomly thought about it during a walk a few days earlier — you found out that he had followed your profile right after that first reply. you followed him back, and out of a simple sense of gratitude for helping make your brother’s dream come true, you decided to send him a private message “hey, thanks again for the help! i totally agree about the match outcome, it was really good even if i don’t really get much about soccer. are you from around here too?”

✶ online!rin that he replied a few days later “i’m not from your area. i live near yokohama. did your brother enjoy the match? he meet any of the players?” and you replied just a few hours after “im actually pretty far from yokohama. my brother loved the match! i’m not sure which player he took a photo with since he was the only one with the pass to get in, but he told me everyone treated him really kindly”

✶ online!rin that you and him ended up, almost by chance, talking nearly every day. he told you he’d been playing soccer since he was a kid — which cleared up your initial curiosity about how he knew exactly where to get the tickets. you didn’t know what he looked like, but you enjoyed talking to him. maybe he came off a bit cold in his replies, but he was interesting enough that you didn’t really mind. you never talked about anything serious — just a few messages here and there about how your days were going, or how your brother couldn’t wait to see another match. at one point, almost casually, he mentioned that his name was rin — but he never told you his last name

✶ online!rin that, out of the blue, he sent you a post from the forum’s official account — announcing that the site would be shutting down within a few days. you hadn’t thought it was that inactive, but clearly if they’d made that decision, there must have been good reasons behind it. you and rin had only ever talked through the forum’s private chats, and by then, it had been almost a month and a half. you were pretty sure he was a good person, so you didn’t think twice about sending him your private account of another platform, along with a message “if you’d like, we can keep talking here. i’d like to keep hearing about how you win your matches”

✶ online!rin that a few hours after you sent that message, he added you on the new platform. his profile didn’t have anything particularly revealing or personal — nothing that could really tell you what he looked like. just a few photos of nighttime training sessions or the sea — probably somewhere near yokohama. there was no sign of his face, and that detail piqued your curiosity a little

✶ online!rin that after nearly two weeks of chatting on the new platform, you decided — without any real reason — to send him a photo of yourself. it was just a reply to his previous message, casually accompanied by a picture of your face where you were flashing a peace sign with your fingers. it wasn’t meant to pressure him into sending a photo back, the last thing you wanted was to make him uncomfortable. then, suddenly, a notification from his chat popped up — and it made your heart skip a beat. it was a photo of him lying on his bed, with a stuffed owl resting beside his face. his reply to your previous message was written in the photo itself — but the only thing you were really noticing was how genuinely cute he was. you already knew he was around your age, just a few months older — but seeing him like that, so natural and unposed, made you blush a little

✶ online!rin that almost naturally, he became a part of your daily life. you talked about random things, and sometimes even serious ones — and although his replies still carried a hint of that usual coldness, you started noticing that he had softened a little, maybe even on purpose, as if he didn’t want to come across too harsh. you kept exchanging photos, and at one point, you’d even heard each other’s voices. you were surprised to notice how deep his tone was for someone your age — but you found that cute too, especially when he said your name

✶ online!rin that the first time you called him was because you had to walk a fairly long stretch of road alone — and at night. it was a path you’d known since you were a child, but that evening, something about it just felt… off. you opened his chat and simply wrote “hey, this is super sudden, but would you mind keeping me company while i walk? im alone and feel like talking a bit. totally okay if you’d rather not” but he replied almost instantly “walking at this hour? isn’t it dark?” and you answered “yeah. unfortunately”. you weren’t sure if that meant he was saying yes or no — but the videocall request that came in just a few seconds later made your eyes widen, and maybe, just a little… your hands shake

✶ online!rin that during that call — which lasted almost two hours — he did nothing but make you laugh and help you feel at ease. you talked, joked around, and even though he never really smiled, you could tell he felt comfortable. when you got home, the two of you kept talking anyway — even if, technically, you weren’t alone in the dark anymore. thanks to the angle of your camera, he probably didn’t notice how much you were smiling just from looking at him. strangely, seeing him made you feel a kind of nervous happiness. he was casual in the way he moved — often lying on his bed or sitting at his desk — but everything he did somehow was cute to you

✶ online!rin that by the time three months had passed since your very first message, he had already become someone your family knew quite well. you’d spend hours — sometimes entire days — on calls or video chats with him, and when you couldn’t talk live, there was never a lack of messages between you. your mother was exasperated but also happy to see you talking to someone — even if both you and he were fully aware of how far apart you really were. he lived in kanagawa prefecture, near yokohama and tokyo. you, on the other hand, lived in aomori — nearly 760 kilometers away, a 9-hour journey separating you

✶ online!rin that even started playing a few video games — just because you had mentioned they could be played in duo. beside those, he also convinced you to download a soccer game. you always lost, but at least you laughed about it. sometimes you’d watch horror movies together — his favorite genre — though you’d managed to make him sit through a few romantic ones too. after nearly five months — days in which talking to him had quietly become the main reason you even picked up your phone — you found yourself starting to wonder what it was, exactly, that you were feeling for rin

✶ online!rin that kept you up for entire nights, thinking about what exactly the two of you were. technically, you fit into the category of friends — but the things you said to each other didn’t really sound like something between just friends. there had been a few “i love you”s — maybe ironic, or maybe not. a few small waves of jealousy on both sides — like when a girl at his school seemed obsessed with him, or when a guy tried to kiss you. the more personal, intimate confessions definitely weren’t lacking. among your most recently saved messages, a few of his stood out “i know im complicated, but with you i can’t be. i say no to everyone else, but i just can’t with you” or “the last photo you sent was really beautiful. i liked the dress you were wearing. though i’d rather see it in person” and “i think you’re the only girl in the world i actually talk to and feel understood by. i just wish the distance between us was smaller” and once — maybe casually, maybe not — “you’re perfect for me” that honestly, made your knees weak

✶ online!rin that after spending an entire night on call together, he said — almost casually “honestly, i don’t see anyone else but you as my person”. you didn’t fully process the sentence until a few minutes later. then, for a while, the call went quiet — that kind of awkward silence neither of you really knew how to fill. between the two of you, he seemed like the more certain one. you were right on the edge of admitting it — that yes, you had liked him for months now — but the fear of hearing no just because of the distance was tearing at you. for almost half an hour, you danced around it — talking about anything but the emotional bomb he’d just dropped. then rin finally took control of the silence “can we stop pretending for a second? this whole thing between us, it’s been going on for a while now. we haven’t been treating each other like just friends for months. maybe we never did. i don’t like feeling like im being stupid about it. the e distance between us is the least of my problems, what bothers me more… is not being able to just tell you that i love you”

✶ online!rin that at his confession, you decided to be honest too “i hink i’ve liked you for a while now. but i won’t pretend, the distance could ruin everything between us, and i don’t want to lose you. i really care about you… whether as a friend or maybe something more” you replied, it was your own little emotional bomb — one he didn’t hesitate to pick up “so you’re telling me… you wouldn’t mind being my girlfriend?” he asked and you nodded, nervously “i’d like that. i’d like… to try. to explore whatever this is between us. to see if maybe we can make the distance disappear”

✶ online!rin that exactly seven months after your very first message on that now-deleted forum — he became your boyfriend. at first, only your mom and your brother knew, but as the days passed, you decided to tell your closest friends. finally the i love yous didn’t feel ironic anymore — and even though they were still new, they were real. rin still made your heart race, even from 760 kilometers away. he was the same person he’d always been, just a little more open with his feelings — even if you both still stumbled over expressing them now and then. you knew his family was aware of your relationship, and apparently, his mother had even said she thought you were really cute. it was something new for both of you — especially managing it long-distance, with the misunderstandings and occasional arguments that came with it, but deep down, you knew one thing for sure: you were truly in love with him

✶ online!rin that to you, he felt genuinely perfect — even if the arguments sometimes tore you both apart. the more serious fights started a few months into the relationship, and although they hurt you both, neither of you ever let them drag on too long. one of you would always give in — step forward and try to fix things. as balanced as your relationship was, the distance eventually started to feel heavier. you’d find yourself genuinely wondering what it would be like to kiss him, to fall asleep next to him, to just… reach out and touch him without having to dream it first. you couldn’t deny it: all the photos, all the video calls, all the words shared between you — they would, sooner or later, have to lead to something real. to actually seeing each other. traveling was difficult for both of you, the distance wasn’t just emotional — it was nearly 760 kilometers of trains and hours that neither of you could easily afford. even though you loved him, truly, you knew deep down: one of you might eventually be the one who gives up

✶ online!rin that after nearly eight months of being together, he told you he had been accepted to participate in an advanced soccer training program in tokyo. you knew how passionate he was, and how much this opportunity meant to him — especially because of his older brother’s influence — but at the same time, the thought of not hearing from him for an unknown, but surely long, period of time scared you. the program was set to begin in two weeks, and you both knew that the days leading up to it would be tense

✶ online!rin that two days after the news, after a few hours of silence — probably caused by the tension — he sent you a photo. it was a picture of a plane ticket to aomori, showing a 12-day stay. the image practically lit up the chat. even after calling him to ask if it was really true, you couldn’t stop crying tears of happiness “you didn’t have to do this. i didn’t want you to feel obligated” you said, sobbing, feeling like your heart might burst any second “i did it because i want to see my girlfriend before not hearing her for an indefinite amount of time. this way, i can have my lucky kiss before blue lock starts”

✶ online!rin that when you saw him for the first time, you could’ve sworn you heard heaven’s bells ringing. thinking it would be awkward at first turned out to be a huge mistake — because the way he held you in his arms felt nothing but perfect. after months of dreaming about a moment like that, kissing him almost felt… natural. as if you’d already done it a million times. with one arm wrapped firmly around your waist, he tilted your chin up and kissed you — and to you, that felt like the ultimate win. it wasn’t an awkward kiss, it was steady, certain — like both of you finally understood that every kilometer, every hour apart, had all been worth it

✶ online!rin that spent practically every second of those 12 days glued to your side, always ready to kiss you — using the excuse that he needed to memorize the shape of your lips better, since he wouldn’t get the chance during blue lock. hugging, holding hands… it all felt natural — as if you had known each other since the very beginning of your lives

✶ online!rin that thw biggest surprise came when you introduced him in person to your family — especially to your younger brother, who, with wide eyes, casually explained that he already knew exactly who rin itoshi was

✶ online!rin that when your brother grabbed the photo album — the one with pictures from that match almost a year and a half ago — he proudly pointed to one in particular, showing how, thanks to the VIP pass, he had actually taken a picture with rin back then. what neither of you had connected until then was the fact that rin had actually been there — not as a spectator, but because he had been playing in that match

✶ 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

isagi tries to take his shirt off all seductive, but it gets stuck halfway and now he’s flailing around, blind, mumbling “wait, don’t look yet…i had a plan!” while you’re laughing too hard to help.

bachira goes in for a sexy kiss mid-thrust, but headbutts you so hard both of you see stars. he just starts giggling into your neck like “owwww… wanna try again?”

nagi tries to hold you up against the wall, but halfway through realizes his arms are tired. he slides down like a koala and says, deadpan, “okay let’s just… do this on the floor. gravity is better.”

kunigami accidentally elbows a pillow off the bed mid-position change, which knocks over your water bottle, which spills on his boxers. he freezes, looking horrified, “uh. this isn’t what it looks like.”

shidou decides it’s a good idea to pick you up and spin you around mid-sex. promptly smacks your head into the doorframe because he wasn’t watching where he was going. “oops. you still alive, princess?”

barou keeps the room so dark for ‘aesthetic’ reasons that he fumbles for lube and grabs his pre-workout instead. you catch him just before disaster, “shoei, that’s literally caffeine gel.”

kaiser tries to dirty talk in german mid-orgasm, but forgets the words and ends up shouting something that sounds like a sneeze. insists it was totally intentional.

raichi goes to slap your thigh all confident but hits himself instead. the pained yell completely ruins the mood and you’re both dying laughing.

sae tries to stay cool while undressing you but steps on his own sweatpants and just eats floor. gets up without expression, pretending nothing happened, “shut up. take your shirt off.”

rin goes in for some serious eye-contact slow sex but accidentally knees you in the thigh while adjusting. immediately scowls at you like it’s somehow your fault.

thanks 🙏🏻🧡 !!!

as you wish 🫰🏻

rin’s private villa had a jacuzzi on the balcony. so when he told you that you guys would be spending your holiday there, you were elated. he tried to hold it in, but seeing you in that scanty bikini top that you saved for this occasion, he couldn't resist the temptation to touch you. not when everything he needed was right in front of him. he knew had to show you the effect that you had on him.

there was no hesitation in his touch, just reverence and need as his hands explored your body, running through slippery skin in the bubbling water. he was gentle, but his desires were urgent — pulling you onto his lap, feeling the bulge in his swim shorts getting stiffer with every second that passes.

“you don’t know what you do to me.” he panted, planting soft, needy kisses to your neck as his arms wrapped around your body. “need you right now, baby.”

“i’m yours, rin. all yours.” you said, hands cupping his cheeks, tilting his head upwards to look at you before closing the distance, tongues intertwining. his hand found their way around your body, one resting at the back of your neck, and the other on your back, bringing you closer to him. the kiss was filled with desperation and desire, one full of fiery passion.

and before you knew it, his hand already slipped under that bikini top of yours, massaging your breasts as he deepened the kiss. lost in the moment, your hips rocked against his out of instinct. a groan left his lips as he reached downwards, pushing the bikini bottom aside. a whimper left your lips when his fingers grazed your folds, breath hitching at every touch. he slipped two fingers in, preparing you for the stretch that was about to come. and when you told him that you were ready, he wasted no time, carefully sliding into you.

“ha.. fuck, you’re so tight, baby.” he sighed with his head tilted back, hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave a mark. and when he buried himself fully, he held you down by your hips as the buoyancy of the water tried carrying you slightly upwards.

water rippled every time you sank down on him — the splashes sending sensations down your back, making you feel more sensitive than you already were. “ahh—feels s’good, rin!” you gasped as he slammed your hips back down on him. “yeah? you feel good?” he murmured, his pace picking up, turning into something harsher, more desperate. “oh my god—! nnngh, rin—too much—ah!”

“take it baby, i know you can.” he murmured, breath uneven. you moved faster now, more desperate, chasing your high that was slowly crashing over you. “fuck, you’re clenching so tight.” he growled, eyebrows knitted and head thrown back from the way your walls held onto him. “i’m gonna—fuck—gonna cum, rin! gonna cum—“

you let go with a gasp, shuddering against him as you cried out his name, your nails digging into his shoulders. and his hips bucked into you as he came, filling you up with warmth. “shit, baby—always feel s’good.” he grunted, face buried in the crook of your neck. he held you through the aftershocks, keeping himself buried inside you still.

this was his, you were his. and he made sure that you knew that when he started moving again.

if sae wasn’t busy with training or tournaments, he would be sitting in the living room, taking calls from his manager. and that one call would occupy so much time, going on for hours. you didn’t have the patience for that, not when sae barely has time for you. so when you see an opportunity, you should always make the most out of it, right?

you strut into the living room, standing in front of sae who glanced up at you with a phone pressed to his ear. you didn’t say anything, and he didn’t have a reaction either, just pulled you onto his thigh like he knew what you wanted.

but he, in fact, did not know what you wanted. because what you wanted was something more than attention — it was a need — and you needed him.

he wrapped an arm around your waist like it was reflex, still talking on the phone. “sae, hurry up.” you whispered, resting your head in the crook of his neck. but he didn’t respond to you, listening intently to the person on the other side of the line. you pouted, the ache between your legs getting needier. you couldn’t wait anymore.

you rocked your hips against him, earning you a confused expression from sae as he continued talking to his manager. his thigh stayed firm beneath you, making you work for every spark of friction as you dragged your clothed cunt over them. every shift of his muscles pressed against your clit just right, forcing out sounds you couldn’t swallow, nails digging into his shoulder blades. “haah—sae—mmmh—“ you were getting desperate, chasing more friction with every movement.

his hands dropped to your hips, guiding them back and forth as you rutted against him with whimpers helplessly leaving your lips. your thighs were trembling now, feeling that familiar build up in your lower abdomen as you let out muffled cries into his neck, grinding down hard as you reached your high. you didn’t even realise he’d already ended the call when you let go, soaking his pants as you collapsed against his chest after, still shaking.

“so needy.. couldn’t even wait a little? look at you dripping all over me.” he murmured, guiding your hands to the hard bulge poking through his pants. “since you’ve been so patient, i’ll give you what you need.”