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Blue Lock
Rin Itoshi
Guide On How To Calm Your Man Down! - Smut
His Flow State - Smut
Oops— Wrong Hole - Smut
A Striker’s Weakness - Smut
Sweet Tooth - Smut
Horror Boy - Fluff
The Boy Beneath The Sakura Tree - Hurt/Comfort Fluff
Here Through Sickness And In Health - Hurt/Comfort
Period Dilemmas That Make Me Want To Cry About - SMAU Suggestive
Call In Sick Tomorrow - SMAU Suggestive
Don’t You Dare Touch My Pillows - SMAU Hurt/Comfort Suggestive
Rin’s Crashout Arc - SMAU Hurt/Comfort
Series:
When Goals Meet Finish Lines (Chapter 1) - Racer! Reader: Taglist for this is open!
Blue Lock: Outbreak - Zombie Apocalypse AU
Fuck Me Or I’ll Burn It All (Chapter 1) - Smut (Completed)
Bachira Meguru
He’s In A What?! - Hybrid Golden Retriever! Smut
Nagi Seishiro & Reo Mikage
Sharing Is Caring - Hybrid Cats! Smut
Alexis Ness & Michael Kaiser
He’s Just A Baby! - Hybrid Dog!Ness and Hybrid Cat!Kaiser Smut
Blue Lock Boys
Mint To Be - Rin, Sae, Isagi, Bachira, Barou, Kaiser
My Hero Academia
Todoroki Shoto
Wrong Gone Right?! - Smut
A/n: Highkey you can tell who’s my current favorite character and there’s a lot more smut coming soon lol
omg i love your writing hello? LIKE I'M ABSOLUTELY DEVOURING THIS LIKE YES GO!!! so anyways i'd love to ask if you could write blue lock boys (michael, barou, bachira, rin, sae, isagi) x fem reader who put on that plumping pepper or mint lip gloss whatever, and she kisses them everywhere on purpose and now they're dying because ouch why does it burn 😭😭❤️ love ya thank youu
Mint To Be
Synopsis: A harmless prank involving lip plumper, a few kisses, and six very dramatic football players. Needless to say, they’re never trusting your lips again.
Characters: Blue Lock (Itoshi Rin, Itoshi Sae, Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, Barou Shoei, and Michael Kaiser)
TW: Lowkey Rin is a little OOC but I wanted his part to be a bit more angsty and comedic, heavy make out, using plumping lip gloss that burns, fluff, slightly suggestive but nothing happens, I’m not great at writing for the other characters than Rin but tried my best though they’re a bit short, everyone has a bit of a plot to them except for Rin to make up for being short, consolation for you guys since Japan lost to Brazil but really good game though
Itoshi Rin
You were sitting on Rin’s lap, facing him while he was busy watching a game on his phone. Too distracted to notice the smirk hidden on your face.
Couple weeks ago you ordered a plumping lip gloss, clear since you knew Rin hates it when you kiss him with lipstick on, claiming that the marks leaves stains that even after washing it off multiple times, it still stays on for hours, making him embarrassed from his teammates to see him in such a state when they’re doing drills. Saying it’s unprofessional and that he doesn’t like their teasing very much. (He secretly likes it, loves that people know that he’s yours.)
Well, that placed a very mischievous idea in your head. You were a bit of a prankster, which was a shocker considering how serious Rin is as a person. Currently your lips were burning, stinging badly from how effective the gloss was. There tears picking up in the corners of your eyes and snot threatening to drip from your nose.
But you refuses to let it, trying to stay silent but ultimately failing as you placed strategic kisses on his neck. (You made sure he was wearing earphones so he couldn’t notice your slight giggles, it was hard to keep a straight face whenever you’re pranking him.) This was a routine of yours, he’d let you do whatever you want with him as long as he could still watch the game.
You knew his mind was in the zone, even your kisses became mindless background noises when he was in the flow. Which made it the perfect moment to strike, you reapplied the another layer of the lip gloss, knowing that you had a deadline to make before his neck would start to burn up.
Rin started to get slightly annoyed when you began kissing his face, pressing your lips on his temples, blocking the view of the screen. But despite everything you can see the way his cheeks and ears were dusted in red. What a tsundere, honestly.
You pulled his phone away and pressed him down to the couch, placing more kisses on him, including on his lips and that’s when he started to feel it. It wasn’t that bad at first, warmth creeping onto his neck followed by sharp pinching feelings.
His eyes widened as he pushed you back from him, confused as to why the spots from where you kissed him earlier was burning. He grabbed his phone from your hands, while you feigned innocent. He flipped the camera and to his horror, there was a slight sheen residue on his skin. Glossy and shiny, with his skin raised in the shape of your lips.
He was going to cry from utter devastation. How could a man this smart and hot be dense at the same time? Only when it came to love.
“I’m allergic to your kisses…” He whispered, eyes broken from the realization, the laugh building up in your throat died at his comment, the guilt settling in quick
Rin loved getting kisses from you even if he pretended not to, so the thought and reality hitting him that you can’t kiss him anymore has like Sae leaving for Spain. It was completely world shattering.
Rin pushed you off of him before you could explain the prank, running for the medicine cabinet in the bathroom to get some antihistamines. You chased after breathless, lips swollen and that’s when it hits Rin. At least it turns out he wasn’t really allergic to your kisses. Good thing.
“What the Hell did you even eat? I’m taking both of us to the hospital. Get your stuff, we’re leaving.” He became serious, grabbing the car keys already
“Wait! It’s just a prank! It’s a lip plumper! It’s supposed to burn!”
Whoosh! Bam! You barely managed to dodge the flying medicine bottle coming straight at you. Rin’s concerned face dissolving to anger in a matter of seconds. Whatever sympathy he had for you earlier was gone in an instant and was replaced by rage at your deceit.
Let’s just say he chased you around your guys apartment for a whole while before tackling you down and scolding you. He had to miss practice that afternoon, refusing to let anyone else see how he was dying from the burning pain and how plump his lips were.
You had to console him and place ice on his face carefully, waiting for the lip gloss’ effect to go away so that he could finish up watching the game earlier.
Itoshi Sae
You and the older Itoshi sibling was stuck in a lip lock competition. Both of you lying comfortably on bed, the afternoon breeze in Spain carrying itself through his apartment. It was his day off of training so the both of you were taking advantage of it. Being a news reporter meant that you always had to have flawless makeup on so your little plan could go smoothly.
And though looks played a play of your relationship, Sae really did fell in love with your feisty character. Or more like he loves getting to shut you up. You’ve been at it for months now, you asking him questions to provoke him only to end up getting a mouthful of him. Literally.
And you, you never back down. Loving the thrill that came with being with him. But does it strike at your pride, you just wanna knock him down a peg you know? Just a little bit to spice things up between you. And your solution? Simple, you order the spiciest lip plumper available in the market.
You already had the gloss on, Sae hasn’t suspected anything out of the ordinary. Your lips with a bit swollen but he figured out it was from the kisses he gave you earlier so he didn’t make a big deal out of it, plus it stroked his ego seeing you like this.
Underneath him, your lip gloss smudge, mascara running down, and eyes stuck in a daze. He wanted to ruin you some more. Only, he more he seemed to kiss you, the more his face started to burn up and sting, he thought nothing of it at first until it got bad enough that he had to pull back from your lips.
He looked to his right, where his mirror stood and he drank up the sight. You beneath him, breathing coming in and out rapidly as you tried to recover. He would’ve enjoyed the sight more if the burning sensation didn’t bother him.
There in the mirror, he could see your pretty ruined state courtesy of his doing. But what really caught his eyes was the suspicious looking swollen marks on his skin. The look on your face gave it away, your smirk playing at your lips as a laugh escaped you.
He glared at you and caught sight of the hidden tube of lip gloss in your pocket, he snatched it and read the label, in big red letter it said: WARNING! SPICY FOR HOURS!
Yeah, he was pissed off after that since his face became swollen and it really did burn for hours as you placed ice of his face while cackling like a hyena.
The next couple of interviews he had with your company, he made sure to act extra bratty and mean as compensation for your actions. You definitely won’t be attempting that again.
Isagi Yoichi
You were Yoichi’s girlfriend of three years now, been his best friend for most of his life so you knew pretty much all of his reactions. But there’s this trend going on tik tok about how girls are testing out their boyfriend’s reactions to having them try on their lipstick.
You were curious about Isagi’s reaction to that so you attempted it. Gathering up all your lipsticks in different shades to test it out on him. It took a while to get him to agree but he always gave in when it came to you.
So here you are now in his bedroom, camera zooming in on his reactions as lipstick tubes were scattered all over his bed. His face was already covered in your kisses but he looked determined to not crumble beneath all of your affection.
His heart kept jumping against his chest with each kiss you left, with each mark that stained into his skin. His eyes avoiding looking into yours and the cameras, a bit shy from the attention you kept giving him.
You pulled back to wipe off the remaining lipstick when your eyes landed on the last tube of lip gloss. You recognized it almost immediately, cringing at the memory it brought. You purchased it on a whim, your impulsive behavior taking control of you wanting to join in on the big lips trend. What you hadn’t expected was how much pain it’d put you through. God did it burn.
And then it was light bulb turned on top of your head. You were going to get revenge for all the times Isagi focused on soccer more than you sometimes, and besides you were highly curious about his reactions.
So you wore it, carrying a fake smile and ignoring the way it pained you. Isagi noticed your discomfort but didn’t mention it, figuring that it was a girl thing that he couldn’t understand. So he shrugged it off and let you continue, relaxing himself to the point where he was caught completely off guard.
And then his face started to sting, starting o it slow until it became too hard to ignore and he was panicking, believing he was allergic to the lip stick product or something. You then began laughing, grabbing your phone go really capture his reaction and swollen face. He realized that you put a prank on him and saw the warning labels. God were you going to be the death of him.
You ended up helping him afterwards like a good girlfriend but not before editing the video and posting it online, it was crazy how fast the views and likes kept pouring in. Let’s just say that though his reputation was boosted, it also meant that it was a PR nightmare to pull of a stunt like this.
Bachira Meguru
Meguru was a very interesting person in your life. What started out as a friendly friendship with your patient turned out to become more after keeps talking to you. You were working as an intern in Blue Lock as a nurse, the one who tends to the players injuries and doting over them.
But Bachira for some reason, even if he wasn’t injured he’d find himself roaming too often in your office whenever the head doctor was out leaving the both of you alone. Maybe what drew him to you was how you were the first girl (aside from his mom, of course) to listen to him yap about whatever was in his mind and you took him seriously. Treated him well just as you treated the other players.
So cue to the both of you eventually falling in love and getting into a secret relationship with him. The season had just ended and Ego had given the boys a break which meant you were also off duty as of the moment. That where you find yourself in the local park watching Bachira dribble his soccer ball. Alone but not really simce he had you, though much to his dismay you didn’t want to play with him. Studying for your upcoming exams, yes you still have them unfortunately.
As per protocol, you don’t wear make up on duty, rules demanding that you’re kept bare face and clean, sometimes going as far as to wear a mask whenever you’re in the clinic tending to the boy’s injuries. So this was the first time that Bachira had seen you with make up on and gosh were you so darn pretty.
Leaving the ball aside, he plopped onto you and kissed you hard, smiling and giggling into it as he can feel you kissing him back. He was starting to get lost in it when you started peppering kisses all over his face. Yeah, you literally did pepper his face. You had forgotten that today you used your new lip plumper lip gloss that just came out and well Bachira can definitely attest just how effective it was.
He was too lost in the kiss, not caring that the both of you were in a public park and that anyone could pass by anytime. Until he starts feeling like something was biting at his face. He sits down in front of you confused as to why his face felt like it was burning, like full on burning until the realization hits you and you have to apologize to him forgetting that you used lip plumper lip gloss.
Contrary to what you initially thought to how Bachira would react, he ended up liking it. He went on yapping about how it makes him feel stronger and like a monster. Plus really thinks it looks cute and hot how your lips become very big and kissable so he ends up insisting you put some on him a.k.a. by kissing him
Let’s just say Bachira had to explain to his mom that night that he didn’t get into another fight like when he was still a kid when she saw how swollen his lips were and also other areas of him face
Barou Shoei
You were Nagi’s little sister and just like your brother, you ended up reflecting a lot of his values and his behavior. Though you weren’t as lazy as him, you were a very hard worker for the things you were passionate about and that’s what first drew Shoei into you, without knowing you were the sibling of the guy he found most annoying in Blue Lock. Unfortunately for you, him, and Nagi you guys fell in love.
You mirrored your brother in a lot of ways and though that was annoying in a lot of ways, he had to admit, you did have a lot of endearing parts about you which more than made up for it. And that leads us to where you are currently, Barou was in your room helping you clean out your room because you’ve been busy working at a maid cafe ironically enough. Trying to earn money for yourself so you can buy robuxs again.
Barou was very concentrated on doing a good job at helping you clean but unlike him you get distracted easily. So in the midst of cleaning out, you find the lip gloss you were missing for 3 weeks now in one of your pants pocket. It was your favorite despite the burning sensation it made, bored and already tired out of your mind, you plopped on the bed and wore the lip gloss, tossing to your bedside table as if it wouldn’t get lost again.
And to his dismay, there he finds you wrapped up in the sheets which he had just literally made, playing dress to impress in roblox instead of helping him clean your own room. He goes on for five minutes, scolding you when you pull him into bed and press a kiss on his lips to shut him up. And it does silence him quickly.
But that silence is broken when he starts to feel his face burning, at first it thought that maybe it was the germs in your room or the chemical fumes in the air from the products you’ve been using to clean the place but then he takes one good look at your lips and he realizes what’s going on, he has two little sisters who likes to play around with their moms make up so this wasn’t his first rodeo.
Still that didn’t ease the irritation on his face, both physically and mentally. And that didn’t mean you didn’t stop leaving trails of kisses on his face. He literally had to pull himself away from you to wash off his face before the stinging sensation got even worse. As punishment he banned you from kissing him for a month. And all you gotta do is sigh and toughen it out though it did that suck a lot.
Michael Kaiser
Kaiser already had you pinned down on your bed, kissing you roughly, you moaned into the kiss and pushed his chest back so that you could breathe. How were you even in this position? Earlier Kaiser had came over for a visit and just ended up lounging around as you began opening a couple of packages.
You and Kaiser had only recently began dating, both of you too focused on your own careers to even think about dating until you both meet at a charity gala and then you hit it off. You were a top model with a couple of small side roles in short films, aspiring to become an actress one day. And maybe that aspect of you being an actress with a face of a model brought back memories of Kaiser’s mom but he does really love you
If he didn’t he wouldn’t be spending time in your apartment, doing nothing but talk while he watches you open up fan mail and more PR packages when he could be doing something g more productive like practicing a new soccer move.
You were nodding along and listening to him yap about how his most recent match went while you opened another PR package, happy to see an entire make up collection has been sent to you for testing. You beamed and immediately tried it on, reading the card that came along with it which explains how the lip gloss you were using was actually a very spicy lip plumper. It burned so bad that it gave you a fun idea.
Which is how you ended up shoved down on your own bed, the spicyness from the lip gloss was everywhere, making both of your face’s swollen from it though Kaiser had it worse. He was low-key dying inside from the spicyness of it all but he refused to give in or acknowledge it, so he was just there silently accepting it like the stubborn striker he was.
It was a funny sight not gonna lie, and both of your fans went feral when you posted a selfie with both of your states like that as a joke
This is my first time requesting, but I have an ideaaa
What if y/n gave Rin a sexual stimulant? And how will he react?😋😋😋
Sweet Tooth
Synopsis: You bought aphrodisiac chocolates to spice up your love life. And you should’ve known better than to leave it unlabeled in the fridge because Rin had a sweet tooth. And let’s just say… Mistakes were made.
TW: Itoshi Rin X F!Reader (Blue Lock) Smut, NSFW, aphrodisiac, accidental aphrodisiac, dub-con, established relationship, unprotected sex, rough sex, multiple rounds, lowkey OOC Rin
When you date someone, you choose to love each and every single part of them, and they do the same for you, whether that comes from them not being your exact type or not. No one is perfect, and no one has it all simply because we're human beings who make mistakes. But when you love someone so much, you choose to overlook those flaws and love them simply because they are part of the person you fell in love with. It makes them even more unique in a way.
To you, Rin is everything and yet, at the same time, the complete opposite of who you'd thought you'd end up with in life. To be fair, it was the same for him. You were always the sunshine girl, able to brighten any room with a single smile, while he was the thundercloud that rained upon the Earth. But maybe that's what made you fall so deeply in love with him. How he practically scowled at everyone and chose to remain a loner while you surrounded yourself with people.
Maybe it was because the people who stuck to you felt fake in comparison to Rin, or maybe it was his handsome features and pretty long lashes that made you glance back at him twice. But he felt genuine, different from the plastic people you've learned to call friends. All of that became history with a single project, when you ended up being partnered with him.
Who knew Rin had more sides to him aside from his emo persona? He was a talented soccer player, you'd come to realize as the two of you worked inside his bedroom. You also found out that he loved hot, comforting meals like ochazuke, something you didn't expect from someone who seemed so untouchable. And even more interesting was discovering that he adored his older brother. (You saw his phone wallpaper, and it was an old picture of a younger him and his brother adorably playing soccer.)
He was sweet in another way that didn't mirror the normal, conventional way people showed love. It was something you hadn't experienced personally. Like how he was the only person able to show that, within the jagged lines of his teeth, there was a sort of calmness and gentleness beneath the roughness. Then again, that was no surprise. Coal under pressure turns into diamonds, or so they say.
Curiosity got the best of you, and before long, you found yourself falling deeply in love with him. Armed with this realization, you decided to act upon your feelings and confess to him, to which, shockingly, he admitted that he loved you back. Maybe it was because you stuck around despite Rin's off-putting attitude that first made him interested in you.
You were a stubborn woman, something he found himself liking far more than he expected. Eventually, your smile grew on him, your once annoying and loud high-pitched voice transforming into something he looked forward to hearing every day. You got together, and from then on, it was history—running on four years of being together.
You were both the first people to unravel and explore one another. So you knew each and every part of him, like how to deal with him when he was in one of his moods or how to hold him in your arms in a way that didn't annoy him. But more surprisingly, the boy who was known for being so nonchalant wasn't nearly as composed as he liked to believe whenever the two of you got down to business.
Surprisingly, he was very soft and vanilla when it came to sex, the complete opposite of how you'd imagined he'd be with the intimidating aura he gave off. You know like how the saying goes, a gentleman in the streets and a freak in the sheets. He always preferred taking things slowly in bed, taking his time unraveling you on his cock. And while that was sweet and all, eventually you wanted to broaden your horizons and explore more, letting him take you a little more roughly.
Don't get it wrong, Rin was a master in the bed. He could make you finish in less than two minutes with his tongue alone, but there was something about him being controlling, dominant, and rough in bed that couldn't get out of your head. You wanted him. You needed him badly. You just didn't know your prayers were going to be answered so soon.
You were walking through the mall alone, running a few errands since Rin was coming home. The season had just ended, leaving him frustrated. You didn't ask him much about it. You knew he'd done his best. Sometimes, his best just wasn't enough to beat the world's best, not that he wasn't already world-class. To you, he already was the greatest striker to ever exist. Whether he won or lost didn't change a damn thing.
But going back, you were at the mall to buy Rin some new pajamas since his old ones didn't fit anymore. (This boy keeps growing out of his clothes so quickly.) Unexpectedly, you passed by a newly opened shop. Now, you weren't really someone interested in these sorts of things, but the large display filled with all sorts of products caught your eye, especially a big box of chocolates with a sign above it that read:
Limited Time Offer! Love Chocolates! Buy One, Get One Free!
The shop was a sex shop, and why was it open in the middle of a family-friendly mall, you had no idea. But the deal was simply too good to pass up. You weren't necessarily a kinky person, but damn, were you curious about how Rin would react to them. Maybe it'd finally pull him out of his shell and get him to stop being so gentle with you. Then again, now wasn't really the right time to spring something like this on him. Rin had been feeling extremely agitated and a little depressed after his recent loss.
After debating with yourself for a while, you gave in and went inside, purchasing the chocolates with an embarrassed flush on your face while the cashier laughed and told you to have fun. Yeah... next time, you'd just buy these online. Anyway, if Rin didn't want them, you could always use them yourself.
Rin returned home that night expecting to see you there to greet him. He saw your shoes by the door, so he knew you were home. In the distance, he could hear the shower running, which explained your absence, so he shrugged it off. You'd also had a busy day today, so you couldn't always coddle him the moment he walked through the door, as much as he secretly wanted you to.
He was glad to see that you had made dinner for him, though. The table was already set for one, the food long gone cold after waiting to be eaten for so long. He wasn't really put off by it. This wasn't the first time it had happened, nor would it be the last. Whenever Rin had a bad day, you knew to expect him to return home late, so you didn't bother waiting up for him at dinner, knowing he'd get upset if you had to suffer for his sake.
Tonight, Rin was tired and drained. But it was entirely his fault. He'd pushed himself, staying behind after drills to practice more highly technical shots to help himself improve. And while Rin did miss you and your usual routine of hearing your footsteps padding throughout the apartment in search of him, he was also grateful and appreciative of you. You always knew how to handle him—knowing when to push him and when not to, when he liked you being clingy, and when he simply needed space.
At the moment, he found himself caught somewhere between needing a hug from you and wanting to hide from you, ashamed of himself. Quickly finishing up dinner, Rin went to the fridge to rummage around for what else there was to eat. He wasn't really in the mood for anything except food, a mindless outlet to release his stress. And bingo, there it was, standing in all its glory. He was surprised to see two new heart-shaped boxes. He didn't recall buying them, so they definitely belonged to you.
He opened them and was delighted to see the assortment of brightly colored chocolates inside. They looked so mouthwatering that he couldn't help but grab the entire box before plopping down on the couch, not even bothering to change out of his outside clothes. He was tired. He'd had a long day. He just wanted to relax and watch some random, lukewarm horror movie to take his mind off everything.
Rin really should've read the instructions on the back of the box and been more thorough with his search. What he didn't know was that while each color had a different flavor, they also had different intensities of aphrodisiac and, surprisingly, different effects. But the biggest dilemma that was soon to come for both you and Rin was the fact that he tried every single one because, after years of dating you, you'd managed to condition him into becoming a sweet tooth. It was both a blessing and a curse.
Rin had finished half of the chocolates and was already fifteen minutes into his movie when he started feeling it. His lower stomach began to feel warm before rapidly growing hot in a strange way. The tent in his pants became more uncomfortable by the minute. He was beginning to sweat, and his symptoms only continued to worsen. Was Rin sick? That still didn't explain why he was suddenly so hard. Rin popped another chocolate into his mouth, hoping this strange sickness would simply go away on its own.
It didn't.
Shit, he was starting to get restless. Fuck today. Fuck the chocolates. Fuck the movie. The only thing he really wanted to fuck was you. His hands were shaking, and his heart was beating so fast that he couldn't focus. He gripped the couch's armrest to ground himself, his knuckles turning white from how tightly he held onto it.
He was feeling hypersensitive. Even the cool breeze from the air conditioner brushing against his flushed face and bare legs made him shiver. He stood up so suddenly that the chocolates flew from his lap and scattered across the couch, but at the moment, he couldn't care less. Shit, he was getting so hard it was starting to hurt. He practically barged into your shared bedroom in search of you. The moment the door swung open, the scent of your shampoo and perfume filled his lungs, only fueling his desire even further.
That scent alone awakened the predatory instincts that usually surfaced only when he was playing soccer. He found you sitting at your vanity, your head turning toward him with wide eyes as the brush in your hand slipped from your fingers and hit the floor with a loud thud. You had just finished your nightly routine and were about to go cuddle with him on the couch.
As if his sudden appearance wasn't surprising enough, what he did next practically threw you for a loop. No, actually, he quite literally did. He strode toward you so quickly that you didn't even notice how his eyes had darkened or how obvious the bulge in his pants had become. All you noticed was how intimidating he'd made himself, as if you were the opposing team he was about to crush on the soccer field. Without saying a word, he grabbed you by the waist, hoisted you over his shoulder, and carried you away like a sack of rice.
"What's wrong?!" you yelped, only to receive no response.
From the way he carried you, you had a perfect view of his cute butt and defined back, making you unconsciously rub your thighs together in search of friction. Rin noticed, and at that moment, he'd never wanted you to ride his face as much as he did right then and there. But he wouldn't. He needed you on his cock right now.
He squeezed your ass, making you whine in protest, and shit, he felt like he could cum from touching you like this and listening to your cute voice alone. Whether you were yelling profanities at him or telling him the sweetest things, he'd always found your voice unbelievably soothing. He dropped you onto the bed, not caring that the impact knocked the air from your lungs. He didn't treat you like a princess in bed. This was already becoming far more exciting. Rin grabbed the bottle of lube he kept hidden beside the bed before shoving down both his shorts and boxers.
"Wait! You aren't going to prepare me?!" You pushed against his chest before staring directly at his monstrous cock, which somehow looked even bigger now.
He cursed under his breath, the words sounding more like animalistic growls. He wanted to prep you. He didn't want to hurt you for his own pleasure, but he felt so hot and overwhelmed. Something else was taking control of him. His body temperature continued to rise until the room itself felt like it was burning. He needed you skin to skin. The last piece of clothing, his shirt, was quickly discarded before he made his move. The adorable pink-and-black lace pajama set you were wearing was almost ripped clean off had you not hurried to help him remove it, scolding him because it had been expensive.
"I don't care. I'll buy you a new one." He pulled you into a kiss before lining himself up with your entrance, his cock already dripping with precum. Looking into your eyes one last time for permission, he begged, "I can't prep you— I need you now...!" His voice cracked and trembled as though he were on the verge of tears, "Please... I'm so hard. I don't know why...!" He was trying to hold himself back, but his self-control at the moment was hanging by a thread.
No control? You’ve got to be shitting yourself… Out of all the days for Rin to test those babies out, he decides to do it now?! On the day he’s at his most frustrated? You could only hope that he still had some semblance of restraint. First of all, those chocolates were expensive. You’d wanted him to try them on a day when you had a nice set of lingerie on, not while you were wearing your comfy pajamas.
Not only that, but according to the staff, those chocolates were extremely long-lasting. You only needed to eat one to already feel the effects. You really shouldn’t have been so lazy and should’ve just put a label on the box. Still, you were about to get fucked within an inch of your life, and all you could do was accept it. After all, you weren’t about to leave your poor boyfriend to fend for himself when you were the one who’d caused all of this.
“Fuck…! I’m sorry. I need you so bad!” His cock twitched impatiently at your entrance, almost as though it had a mind of its own, desperate to push inside you. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”
Rin slammed his hand onto the mattress beside your head, trying to snap himself out of whatever spell he was under. It frightened you for a moment. This wasn’t Rin. He was always so gentle with you, and it broke your heart knowing you’d done this to him. His fist clenched tightly around the bedsheets as he fought against himself. Fuck you now and risk hurting you, or spend the entire night trying to relieve himself alone until morning came. The pressure only became more unbearable as he kept himself lined up at your entrance, forcing his hips to remain still. Your heart ached as tears gathered in his eyes.
“It hurts so much, (Y/n)!” Tears were pouring down now
Your heart clenched painfully at the sight. Watching him struggle like this made guilt settle heavily in your chest. He loved you so much that he was willing to endure that unbearable agony rather than risk causing you even the slightest bit of pain. It warmed your heart in the best of ways, yet shattered it all the same. You'd never seen Rin look so vulnerable before, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes as he silently waged a battle against his own body. And knowing you were the reason he was suffering like this made your chest ache even more.
“Those chocolates you ate… Were aphrodisiacs…” You said breathless, gently cupped his face, making him look into your eyes, only to see how blown wide his pupils had become despite the tears pouring down, “This is all my fault… So take what you need.” You whispered against his ear, letting yourself relax completely beneath him.
He didn’t respond. His mind barely registered your explanation as he found himself falling even more in love with the sound of your voice. The only words he truly heard were take what you need. Rin hesitated for only a brief moment before pulling you into a deep, possessive kiss that completely contrasted with the gentle giant he was whenever he was with you. The aphrodisiac had stripped away the careful restraint he usually kept over himself, leaving every emotion heightened and impossible to ignore.
It wasn’t just because of the drug, either. He was overwhelmed with love for you while simultaneously drowning in frustration. He didn’t want to force you into anything, but at that moment, his resolve had all but crumbled. You were willing to let him have whatever he needed simply because you loved him unconditionally… And because you felt so guilty for causing all of this in the first place. You really were going to be the death of him someday.
Even though Rin hadn’t prepared you, the two of you had been having sex regularly so the adjusting period wasn’t going to be so bad. Still, the difference between taking him prepared and taking him like this was hard to ignore. And fuck he cried at that too. You felt so tight and he was only given a brief amount of release from the tension growing inside of him with you wrapped around him. This was too little, he needed more. He kept pressing inside, the resistance you kept going at meant nothing.
You whined loudly against him, your nails dragging down his back and leaving marks that would probably remain for weeks. The stretch burned deliciously, making your back arch as helpless moans escaped you from the mixture of pleasure and pain. Tears ran down your cheeks but no one noticed.
He didn’t even give you time to fully adjust, his instincts completely taking over. The moment he felt himself completely bottom out, he drew his hips back before moving again with an urgency that caught you completely off guard. Your breath hitched as his pace left you reeling. Rin speed wasn’t the fastest amongst Blue Lock, he was probably above average. But at this moment, he made Chigiri look laughable. He just kept going and going. His pistoning back and forth to the point that your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the intensity became too much to bear.
You tightened around him, and the sensation made his movements falter for only a split second before he buried his face against your shoulder with a strained cry. Rin was loud, and that alone shocked the both of you. He’d never been this vocal before. Usually, he went to great lengths to make sure the neighbors never heard the two of you, valuing his privacy above almost everything else. Tonight, however, he didn’t seem to care.
Ripping noises were heard from besides your head, the bed sheet that Rin desperately gripped on earlier was now ripped. But that didn’t even matter in that moment, the bpth of you lost in your own little world. By the time everything finally settled, which only took a minute the room had fallen quiet again. Both of you were exhausted. It was already late, and for a brief moment, you genuinely believed it was over. You’d finally gotten to see Rin’s more dominant side, but that was just the beginning of it. His cum which was overflowing inside of you felt even more dirtier as he began fucking into you again…
“Next time…” he muttered hoarsely against your ear, his voice rough from exhaustion, “label your shit.”
Next time, you’d definitely be reading the instructions on those chocolates a lot more carefully. You were far too exhausted to protest, so instead, he gently pulled both of your legs over his shoulders, adjusting you into a deeper angle. He didn't stop, even after how many times you'd already come. The two of you shifted through different positions, like when he carefully turned you onto your hands and knees, your trembling arms barely able to support your weight from pure exhaustion. He wrapped both of his arms around your waist, pressing his back against your chest as he used the embrace to steady the rhythm between you, refusing to let go even for a second.
Another position had you lying on your side while he lifted one of your legs, stretching you further than you thought you could ever handle as he continued chasing the lingering high he couldn't quite escape. How many rounds had it been now? How much more could your body possibly give before it finally gave out? By now, you felt completely full, every muscle aching from the night's events.
But that didn't mean he was done.
The effects still hadn't fully left his system. Every sensation felt painfully amplified, making it nearly impossible for him to think straight. He could feel everything about you, every twitch, every vibration, and every wet pulsing wall of muscle that held onto him deliciously as he kept pushing into you. His mind was completely fried after those 12 rounds. And your voice had long since given out, you were utterly spent, unable to find the strength to respond beyond weak breaths and small movements. Your stomach even had a visible bulge, proof of how much he came inside of you. You don’t think your body can even make anymore orgasms. Yes, you were that exhausted.
Eventually, exhaustion overtook you completely, and you drifted off, while he remained awake, desperately waiting for the burning sensation coursing through his body to finally subside. Only when it eased enough for him to think again did he finally stop. (And that was four more rounds after you had passed out.) He stayed there for a long moment, too drained to pull out of you, but gently stroking your hair while quietly catching his breath.
Guilt slowly crept into his chest as the haze between both his legs and brain began to clear. He hated that things had happened this way, but he also knew you'd been wanting him to be more rough in bed instead of constantly holding himself back. He wanted this too, to dominate you entirely, he meant. Even if he was still incredibly irritated that you'd resorted to using an aphrodisiac on him, he couldn't deny that what had started as one of the worst days he'd had in a long time somehow became a night neither of you would ever forget.
He already knew this was going to haunt him for days afterward. Every little memory of your reactions would probably distract him during training, during interviews, during meals—Hell, probably whenever he tried to sleep. Quiet apologies continuously slipped from his lips as he pressed gentle kisses along your collarbone. The faint bite marks and scattered bruises decorating your neck were impossible to ignore, silently reminding him of just how little control he'd had. Eventually, you stirred awake. Slowly, you reached up and cupped his cheeks, guiding his face toward yours before pressing a soft kiss against his lips.
"You good?" You rested the back of your hand against his forehead, checking his temperature. He was definitely cooler than before, though he still felt warmer than usual.
"I should be asking you that..." He murmured quietly
"You okay now, Rinnie?"
"Had a shit day, but I'll be fine." He was just about to pull away and help you into the bath when he froze, "... Seriously?" The familiar throbbing returned. He shut his eyes with a groan before dropping his forehead against yours, "What the hell was in those chocolates?" He muttered exasperated, "I'm never eating anything you buy without checking it first. You seriously owe me after this."
"I just wanted you to be a little rougher with me…" You admitted with an embarrassed sigh, "But yeah, I think we should stick to vanilla for a while. Gotta say though that was the greatest sex, I’ve ever had."
"Me too… You could've just talked to me instead of drugging me." He let out a tired laugh, gently bumping his forehead against yours. "You're lucky I love you. Otherwise, I would've reported you to the police."
"Sorry... I really was going to tell you. I just didn't expect you to eat them without consulting me."
"Worth it." You wanted to smack him in the back of his head for that comment both in embarrassment and slight mortification
The corner of his mouth tugged upward despite himself. Most of the effects had finally worn off, but considering how many chocolates he'd absentmindedly eaten earlier, there was no surprise that some of it still lingered. If the warmth steadily returning to his body was anything to go by, he still had a long night ahead of him. Safe to say, Rin learned several biology lessons that night. And despite how horribly his day had started, he had to admit it ended far better than he ever could've expected.
A/n: I really hope I gave justice to this request! Been having writers block this week so this isn’t my best work so I might just keep on editing this but don’t worry I’ll always keep the post up 😭 Thank you so much for requesting! I had so much fun playing around this idea and writing this🥹
I just wanna say I've been waiting for someone to do a Rin x reader fanfic In a zombie apocalypse AU. Like I love the walking dead series/ zombies movie and a fanfic about it with Rin is like so ✨✨✨
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Synopsis: Rin sacrificed you for the sake of soccer, and now he’s back after two years. But you were no longer the girl he’s known his entire life. While he’s too busy chasing goals, you’ve been busy chasing finishing lines.
TW: Rin Itoshi X F! Reader (Blue Lock) A bit of angst, happy ending, conflict, baddie (Y/n), racer (Y/n), yes racer like as in driving cars and stuff, this was very impulsive after watching the latest F1 races, mentions of partying and sneaking out (in the past), rebellious reader
Parts:
1 (When Goals Meet Finish Lines)
2 (Ego And Asphalt)
3 (No Breaks Past This Point)
4 (Parked Between Us)
5 (Crossing The Line Together)
6 (Built For Speed)
7 (The Apex Predator)
8 (G-Forces, Hat-Tricks, And Promises) You are here
Your vision blurred slightly as the world slowly returned to focus around you. Colors mixed together beneath the pouring rain while the black superbike in front of you seemed to sway for a brief moment before settling back into place. Whether it was exhaustion or adrenaline finally leaving your system, you couldn't really tell anymore. The moment you rolled into pit lane, mechanics were already approaching from every direction.
One grabbed the handlebars before the bike had fully stopped while another immediately moved toward the rear stand, stabilizing the machine with practiced efficiency. Voices reached your ears from somewhere nearby but you couldn’t tell where, the ringing in your ears from the engine roaring earlier had made you temporarily deaf. Pats in the backs and words of congratulations felt overwhelming meanwhile some of the engineers discussed your lap times and telemetry. They all blended together into meaningless background noise.
Taking off your helmet felt harder than it should have. The moment it came free, you immediately drew in a deep breath of cold air. Real fresh air. It filled your lungs so suddenly that you almost didn't realize how starved for oxygen you had been until now. (During corners breathing becomes more difficult and less natural because of the G Force so for most of the time you end up just holding your breath.)
Your tracksuit which was damp from the rain was becoming soaked as it continued to pour down relentlessly, but you didn’t care, how could you when the thought of getting sick tomorrow seemed trivial in comparison to what just happened. The sensation of your hair and face getting wet from the cold water was refreshing though you’ll have to admit, and so you welcomed it. It helped ground you here at this moment. It helped drag your mind back toward reality after spending the last few hours locked inside machines capable of reaching speeds most people could barely comprehend.
Now that the test was done, your anxiety and nervousness was through the roof, you were just trying to calm down your heavy heart that continued to beat rapidly. After tasting what Apex had to offer, it was like opening a door you can’t close. This is where you see your future, and if you can’t get into this academy it’ll be a devastating opportunity loss. This is something you were beginning to desperately hold on to, you recognized that the only way of getting you back into racing professionally was this. Apex is the ticket that you don’t want to let go. You tried to calm down, even doing breathing exercises that Rin had taught to you before he left for Blue Lock.
But too many thoughts ran through your head, each one becoming messier and messier than before. You liked to believe that you were the type of person who didn’t overthink a lot, but you’re just human. Just as you had days where you felt invincible, you also had those where you felt vulnerable and exposed.
Unfortunately, this was one of those times and your confident aura could only last for so long. ‘Was that enough to pass? Was I enough?’ You had no idea. You assumed that even if you did your best, maybe you weren't able to reach their standards. That was how bad the gap was between men and women. That gap was something you completely loathed with your entire heart. Didn’t Hayashi mention there weren’t any other girls? That only further proved your point.
The smell of wet asphalt mixed with damp earth filled the air around Fuji Speedway while rain tapped endlessly against the pit lane roofs overhead. Your heart was hammering against your chest, going too fast beyond the normal expectancy of when you usually raced, you were nervous and rightfully so. Your legs felt wobbly, your neck felt strained, and your hands were trembling. But despite all that you refused to give into the darkness that was threatening to over take you. The adrenaline from earlier began to crash when you stopped pushing your body.
‘Just a bit more ...’ Call it being stubborn or arrogant if you will, but you remained standing with difficulty, ‘Don’t overthink it, you did your best, you’ll get in and even if you don’t you can still do underground racing.’ You tried to motivate yourself, a little pep to help pull yourself together. But it came out more negatively than positive. Your anxiety was over the roof now and so was your exhaustion.
It had been so long since you’ve raced this seriously and battled with G forces, this was beyond just those regular underground racing you’ve grown accustomed to in the past year and a half (though you couldn’t diss on the experience and lessons it taught you, you’ve excelled more in technical aspects after trying it out.) Going at a speed of at least 300 km/h was no joke. The endurance and resistance you had to experience could make a grown ass man faint or throw up from the pressure.
And you had to work hard constantly to reach this level, no normal person could withstand such conditions without proper training. Each turn and corners earlier actually made your lungs burn. Your head felt heavier as you fought past it, it was like a massive dumbbell was tied to your head and you needed to use your neck muscles to resist falling with the weight. All the while, you had trouble breathing, the pressure was crushing your lungs effectively cutting off your source of oxygen.
The voice pulled you back to reality, you blinked once before turning toward Hayashi, "Congratulations." Rain dripped steadily from his umbrella while several engineers stood behind him holding tablets and telemetry reports, "Kurogane-san has approved your admission into Apex, we’re looking forward to seeing you race."
Your breath got caught in your throat as tears threatened to fall but you refused to let them. At this moment, you’ve just officially given the biggest middle finger to everyone who told you that you couldn’t make it because you’re a girl. You were the living proof that women can race just as well as men could. Those words echoed inside your head several times before your exhausted brain finally processed what he had actually said. Apex. You got into Apex. Next thing you know, you were full on smiling in joy, shaking Hayashi’s hand as words of gratitude spilled from your mouth.
"Keep note that we'll remain in contact over the next several weeks. We have a training facility in the outskirts of Tokyo near the Blue Lock facility, guess you’ll be seeing Mr. Itoshi more often then, huh? Try to keep it professional between you two when you're in public, while we don’t ban dating just don’t let it distract you.” You blushed hard and tried to explain yourself but he simply laughed and continued talking, “And take note, expect that we’ll be traveling a lot for your training." Hayashi continued professionally, "Contracts, travel arrangements, waivers, sponsorship obligations and academy documentation will be sent directly to you."
You rubbed the back of your neck, "Waivers?"
"Of course, did you expect anything less? This is motorsport." The way he said it made the answer sound obvious, "Apex can train you. We can provide resources, coaches, equipment, medical staff and opportunities that’ll set you for life. However, what we can't provide is a guarantee that you’ll make it back in one piece after each race." Your smile from earlier slowly faded but you nodded in understanding as it did make sense, "Motorsport remains one of the most dangerous professions in the world. No matter how talented a driver becomes, risk will always exist. Even the world's greatest racer has crashed countless times and lost races. It’s impossible to avoid." The rain somehow felt colder afterward, Hayashi glanced briefly toward the circuit before looking back at you, "I strongly suggest discussing everything with your family before signing."
You nodded slowly. "... Right. Don’t worry I’ll make sure to leave behind my will." You replied half jokingly
"There's one more thing." You looked up again and his expression shifted slightly to something closer to amusement. "Before official training begins, Apex intends to begin building your public profile."
"My public profile?"
"Apex intends to introduce its first generation to the public. We've secured permission to host an exhibition race event in Tokyo." Now that definitely got your attention, "A street circuit."
For a moment, you thought the exhaustion was making you hear things incorrectly."A street circuit?"
"It'll be our first official public event. Apex doesn't exist publicly yet. Most people know the sponsors. Some know Kurogane's name. Very few know what we're actually building." His gaze shifted briefly toward the circuit, "Racing is the very life blood doctrine here, so do well in that upcoming race against the others and your very fate will change. You’ll either be dropped from the program or skyrocket your career. A very fitting race of life and death, isn’t it?"
You took a second to slowly process the information. You’ll be partaking in your first major public race, not a closed evaluation. Not an academy exercise, but a real event. One designed specifically to announce Apex to the motorsport world and tell them that Japan’s coming for the Europeans who dominated.
“Didn’t you just say I got in the program?”
“Oh you are, but just like Blue Lock we’ll kick you out if you can’t keep up. You’ve got a week to prepare and we’ll send you the rest of the details soon. Rest well and be proud of your results, you’ve caught the attention of Kurogane which isn’t an easy feat.”
The thought settled heavily in your chest as Hayashi finished explaining the details. One week until Apex officially introduced itself to the public. One week until you find yourself standing on a street circuit somewhere in Tokyo alongside the rest of the academy's first generation. One week until sponsors, manufacturers, journalists, and countless strangers who had never heard your name before suddenly started paying attention. It was exciting, terrifying, and very overwhelming all at the same time. And somehow, despite everything your body had just gone through, you couldn't stop thinking about it.
The future had never looked so close before. For so long, professional racing felt like something that belonged in the past. Something you had already thrown away the moment you left your academy and disappeared into underground racing. There were moments where you convinced yourself that you were happy with that choice. Moments where speeding through mountain roads at two in the morning felt like enough. Moments where you told yourself that professional racing wasn't worth chasing anymore.
Now those excuses felt laughable. Because the moment Apex opened that door for you, the truth became impossible to ignore. You wanted this. And you were ready to give it your all to chase after this dream of yours. You wanted the circuits. The competition. The pressure. The danger. You wanted everything. The realization alone almost made your chest tighten.
By the time Hayashi excused himself and returned to discussing telemetry reports with the engineers, the rain had somehow grown heavier. Water drummed steadily against the pit lane roof while mechanics continued moving equipment throughout the garage. Despite the activity around you, everything felt strangely distant. Like you were watching it all through a fog.
Unbeknownst to you Rin was speeding his was over to the circuit not care about the weird looks he was given or how the man he saw earlier from the viewing deck, Kurogane looked up at him and eyed him up and down in judgement, like he decided Rin wasn’t even worth his time. After that encounter, the coach left in silence heading for his car as he mentally jotted down notes about your data. It didn’t even cross Kurogane’s mind to talk to you face to face after he decided you’re in the program.
Meanwhile back with you, you weren't even aware of Rin’s incoming presence. Maybe that was because your body had finally decided to collect its payment. The adrenaline that had carried you through the Formula car, the GT machine, and the motorcycle was disappearing rapidly now. Every ache that had been pushed aside earlier returned all at once. Your shoulders felt painfully heavy. Your neck burned every time you moved it. Your forearms ached from hours spent fighting steering wheels and handlebars. Even standing upright suddenly required far more effort than it should have.
You barely noticed yourself swaying slightly until a familiar hand immediately settled against your shoulder. The contact alone was enough to tell you exactly who it was. Rin. Of course it was Rin. You turned your head slightly and immediately regretted it when your neck protested the movement. He stood beside you looking exactly how you expected him to look. Unimpressed, irritated, concerned, and relieved. Somehow all four emotions existed on his face at the same time.
And honestly? He looked like he'd aged five years in a couple of hours. His damp hair clung lightly against his forehead while rainwater gathered on the shoulders of his jacket. Judging by the way his eyes immediately scanned you from head to toe, he had already begun mentally assessing how much damage you managed to do to yourself today. The answer was probably more than he'd like. Neither of you spoke immediately. There wasn't really a need to. Rin had watched everything from the formula evaluation, the GT run in the terrible weather, and the motorcycle session.
There were countless moments where you nearly gave him a heart attack. He had witnessed all of it firsthand, which was probably why the look he gave you now felt so familiar. It was the same expression he used to wear whenever you did something incredibly reckless as children and somehow survived without serious injury. The same expression that silently asked whether you were stupid while simultaneously making sure you were okay.
You tried offering him a reassuring smile. Unfortunately, your body chose that exact moment to remind you how exhausted you actually were. Your knees nearly buckled, but not enough to fall. Just enough. The kind of weakness that appeared the moment adrenaline stopped doing its job. Rin's hand immediately tightened against your shoulder. And just like that, any illusion that you were perfectly fine completely disappeared.
You sighed heavily as the fight left your body almost instantly. Maybe because you were tired. Maybe because there wasn't any point pretending around him. Or maybe because Rin had always been annoyingly good at seeing through you. Whatever the reason, you found yourself leaning slightly against him without even realizing it. The silence that followed felt comfortable as the rain continued falling hitting at you. Rin took off his jacket and used it to shield you, in the process letting himself suffer the coldness of the water.
“Tsk, idiot. Don’t be so reckless you’re going to get sick from all the rain…” Despite his harsh words, he began coddling you
The mechanics who continued working in the background faded away and so was the coldness seeping into your bones as you looked up to stare into Rin’s eyes. Those pretty teal blue irises that always seemed to both brighten and destroy your day depending on how they looked at you. And those long lower lashes that always made you jealous, God did he look gorgeous while looking at you with so much concern. He was yapping out words but it didn’t seem to register in your brain. You really needed to get that bad habit of yours, turning off your brain whenever it came to him.
Fuji Speedway remained just as alive as before but this time there was a softness to it. The side of your mouth piqued up slightly and for the first time all day, you allowed yourself to relax into him. Because it was over and you had somehow managed to survive this whole ordeal. You got into Apex. And no matter how much your body hurts right now, no matter how exhausted you feel, no matter how many terrifying challenges await you in Tokyo next week, nobody could take that away from you anymore.
You had earned this. The realization settled warmly inside your chest while you stared out across the rain-soaked circuit one final time. ‘Thank you Fuji, you’ll be a race I’ll never forget.’ Then somewhere beside you, Rin pulled out his phone. You didn't even need to ask who he was calling. Because judging by the exhausted look he gave you beforehand, there was absolutely no chance he was letting you drive home after everything that happened today.
Takeshi was about to receive the most dramatic phone call of his life.
“Both of you are idiots, you made me cut my date short.” Takeshi grumbled as his hands tightened around the steering wheel.
The windshield wipers moved rhythmically back and forth, clearing away the rain that continued falling outside while the soft glow of streetlights stretched across the wet roads ahead. Heavy metal blasted through the speakers loud enough to shake the car slightly, though it did very little to drown out the irritation simmering inside him. Not that his anger was directed toward you. That would've been very difficult considering you were currently unconscious.
When he had arrived at Fuji Speedway and laid eyes on you, Takeshi already knew there was absolutely no chance you were driving yourself home. You looked terrible. Not injured, thankfully, but exhausted in a way that made it obvious your body had been pushed far beyond what it normally could handle. You really should’ve stuck with your intense training back then. It was the kind of exhaustion that settled deep into a person's bones and only appeared after hours of forcing yourself past every physical limit you had. Whatever insanity Apex put you through today, it had clearly done a number on you.
And now here you were, peacefully fast asleep in the backseat without a care in the world. Without knowing the stress and chaos that was brewing inside the vehicle because of you. The moment you sat down, your body had apparently decided it was finished functioning for the day. The adrenaline keeping you upright disappeared entirely somewhere between leaving Fuji Speedway and getting onto the expressway. Before either boy could properly react, your head had slowly tipped sideways until it landed against Rin's shoulder.
And that was it. Gone. Knocked out like you took a punch to the face. Takeshi wasn't sure whether to be impressed or concerned by how quickly it happened. Probably both. But unfortunately, that left him alone with Rin, which was arguably worse. The older (L/n) sibling glanced toward the rearview mirror again and immediately regretted it. He was already listing out spots of where to dump a soon dead body.
The sight waiting for him there somehow managed to annoy him every single time he looked. Rin remained seated in the back, quiet as always, while your head rested comfortably against his shoulder. One of his arms stayed loosely positioned around you, not because he was trying to be affectionate but because he was making sure you didn't slide off every time the car turned or hit a bump in the road. Every now and then he'd subtly adjust your position, making sure your neck wasn't bent awkwardly or that the jacket draped over your shoulders hadn't slipped.
They were small movements. Almost instinctive ones. The kind of things people only did when they genuinely cared. And again, that made it infinitely worse as Takeshi narrowed down his eyes, full on glaring and of course, Rin noticed the hostility immediately. How could he not when Takeshi looked like his mouth would start foaming up from how angry he was. But neither of them said anything, with Rin being slightly scared that it would be his last day on Earth while Takeshi not wanting to wake you up from his yelling. Takeshi knew if he raised his voice he wouldn’t get himself to calm down so he bit back his tongue. The silence became more awkward because of it.
Growing up besides the (L/n)’s was an interesting experience for Rin, he got to know the little quirks of your family from a neighbor's perspective. You were good people, but that didn’t make your family the ideal kind of friendly neighbors that most people desired. No, Rin remembers how his parents used to complain during dinners about the noisy equipment your dad used to fix up his cars.
Or how when Takeshi got older, he started drifting into other hobbies aside from racing. One of them was becoming a musician, he remembers how the entire neighborhood filed a joint complaint about the racket that Takeshi was playing (they had to install a soundproofing system). Despite that, Rin had to admit, Takeshi was damn good at handling the electric guitar. Rin remembers how Sae brought him along to listen to them play since Takeshi invited Sae which automatically meant that Rin was coming.
During that time, he wasn’t particularly interested in listening to those forms of music. Preferring something a little more upbeat yet mellow at the same time. Besides, Rin wasn’t going to stick so long in your guy’s garage unless you were there watching them play the entire time, if not he’ll just go up to your room and probably read your books, watch a horror movie, or sleep beside you.
To his shock, this was one of the only times he saw you and your brother really bonding before. There you were small and adorable compared to your big brother who was currently teaching you the basics of how to play his electric guitar. He wrapped his arms around yours and guided you through the process, a small but genuine smile on your face the entire time. Rin hadn’t seen that smile on you, one full of sadness and happiness at the same time. But he knew the reasoning behind that, he knew you well enough like the back of his hand to know how much you craved love and attention from the older sibling who viewed you as nothing more than a liability and a responsibility.
Rin had never forgotten that smile that day, or how horribly you played that it almost made his ears bled. Though that pain couldn’t even compare to the ones in your eyes, so he made a silent vow to never be the reason why you’d shed tears. But promises were made to be broken, as only a little over a year later, he would find himself facing a dark void and end up pushing everyone aside and changing to a person who’d intentionally choose to hurt you for his own gain. He became what he promised both to himself and you what he wouldn’t become. He became the same as his brother. He became his worst nightmare. He became the entire reasoning for your worst ever heartbreak.
There’s something you need to understand about the way that Rin’s mind works when it comes to you. You were the only one who managed to break past the wall he so desperately built. He was a pretty shy kid, he didn’t like associating himself with others because they didn’t get him and because of that he became more withdrawn, the only person he’d play with was his brother. That was of course, until you showed up. You were the only one who really got excited and proud when he pulled achievement after achievement. There was just something about you that got Rin hooked and it wasn’t just because you gave him the love and support he always needed. There was just always something there about you that he couldn’t really put his finger on.
So the mere realization and thought that he was the one causing you suffering made him absolutely sick. Even when you both were kids and he had the tendency to break his own toys, he’d treat yours with the utmost care, well the best that a five year old was capable of, though he did still like to chew a bit on the car tires of your least favorite Tomica cars. That was his only compromise, but hey, you can’t say he didn’t try to control himself. When it came to you, Rin treated you like you hung the moon so eventually even after losing his way in the road to success, he’d circle right back to you. Just like a magnet being drawn to the pole. He’d always come back to where he rightfully always belonged.
Rin snapped out of his thoughts when a specific guitar riff echoed in the bass stereo system of the car, he recognized the song, it was the only one that Takeshi ever published. It’s been a while since he last heard it so it took a bit of time to recognize it. The bass coming from the music was so loud that he could feel it beating in time with his own heartbeat, vibrating in a way he didn’t like. But even more surprising was how you were still out cold despite the noise pollution going on inside the car. There was no doubt that anyone passing by couldn’t hear the music blasting.
Takeshi hated the fact that Rin wasn't remotely intimidated by him. Okay, maybe that was a bit of a lie. Rin was for sure a little bit scared of his brother-in-law. But just a little bit and if anyone says otherwise then they’re lying. Takeshi as described before is an intense man who terrified a lot of people with a single glare of his. But that wasn’t what scared Rin, in truth deep down, he was more scared of not being accepted or approved by Takeshi for you.
C’mon Rin was still just a boy who wanted to make a good impression on his girlfriend's family. Even more so considering he knew this family very well. Rin was, of course, ashamed of what he did to you, and it was even more a jab to his pride and ego to know that your brother knew he was the cause of your hurt. (He doesn’t like people knowing his business. It was something supposed to be kept between the both of you.) It was even more embarrassing to ask for his help but he loved you, and the two years apart made his heart yearn for you until he couldn’t take it anymore. So pride be damned, you were his girl and he won’t lose you twice over his mistake. Most people wouldn’t have the guts to face their regrets, but he couldn’t let that control him, he rejects it completely.
That prospect of Rin, Takeshi could get behind and support. He was taking responsibility over the mistake he made, making no excuses for himself, just wanting to change for the better and be the kind of guy you deserved. But Takeshi still couldn’t comprehend how it seemed like Rin wasn’t even scared of him, his nonchalant persona was guarding him a bit too well for Takeshi’s liking. Most people usually were scared or intimidated by Takeshi. He was tall, broad-shouldered, loud, and generally carried himself in a way that naturally demanded space. Most people got the message fairly quickly whenever he was annoyed. Rin simply didn't care about that aspect of him or at least he didn’t show it. And since Takeshi can’t really intimidate Rin off, that pissed him off even further. (How could Rin be even scared of Takeshi when he’s seen the boy in question going through puberty, please as if that was a big deal.)
The worst part was that Takeshi couldn't even physically intimidate him. Among himself, Sae, and Rin, the youngest somehow ended up becoming the tallest. It was genuinely infuriating. Every time Takeshi remembered that fact, he became slightly more offended by life itself. Rin wasn't just tall either. The boy had broad shoulders, an athletic build, and enough presence to make it obvious he wasn't the type to back down from anyone.
Not that he needed to. Because despite all the protective older brother instincts screaming inside Takeshi's head, he couldn't actually find a reason to hate him. That was the problem. Rin had disappeared for two years and absolutely deserved to get punched for that. Takeshi still stood by that opinion wholeheartedly.
But ever since showing up again, the boy had been practically attached to your side. And that was saying a lot considering he only got back yesterday. He watched over you constantly. He listened whenever you talked about racing despite clearly understanding almost none of it. He sat through hours of evaluations today looking like he was seconds away from developing heart problems from stress alone.
The realization settled quietly inside Takeshi's chest, easing some of the tension he hadn't even realized he was carrying. He had spent years watching you convince yourself that giving up professional racing was the right decision. Years watching you throw yourself into underground racing while pretending you didn't miss the circuits and competitions you grew up with. Every time he saw you come home smelling like gasoline and burnt rubber, acting like everything was fine, there was always a part of him that knew better.
Not because he was your brother. Ironically, for most of your lives, neither of you had really acted like siblings. Takeshi had always been busy. Training. Competing. Traveling. Chasing after his own racing career while your father focused on his. The age gap between the two of you certainly didn't help either. By the time he came home, you were usually off doing your own thing. And by the time he realized how much distance existed between the two of you, it had already become normal.
Then Rin left and suddenly everything changed. Maybe it was because Takeshi was the only one around. (Your dad wasn’t there most of the time during this because it was a busy season, which your mom accompanied with him.) Maybe it was because somebody had to step in. Or maybe it was because seeing his little sister slowly destroy herself had a way of forcing priorities into place. Whatever the reason, the two of you became closer after that. A lot closer. (Both you and Takeshi were like cats and dogs, always fighting and only seldom did you really get along.) Close enough that Takeshi was there to witness all the ugly parts.
Takeshi at the beginning of your underground racing career, he never supported you at first. The crazy reckless decisions. The nights you didn't come home until sunrise. The arguments, the incidents, and the partying. But none of them could compare to the way his heart dropped when he received a random phone call one afternoon. Keep in mind, you both had hidden this from your parents, a truce between the both of you that if you didn’t tattletail how Takeshi brought home different girls to the house every week then he wouldn’t kiss and tell about your little escapades.
Though that one phone call broke that deal and he had to pull you out of a dangerous situation which he refuses to even remember or want to talk about. He was just glad that he managed to take care of it on his own without turning to the police for help. Looking back on it now, Takeshi honestly wasn't sure whether your future consisted of you becoming a professional racer or a yakuza boss. Okay, maybe the yakuza boss thing was over exaggerating your rebellion since the only thing you really did was illegal racing and partying. You’ve never gone into gambling (except betting on races) or drinking which Takeshi thanks the heavens you didn't. And he was very glad you didn’t chase after different boys. (Rin was the only one for you.)
The bar for being proud of you had admittedly gotten much lower over the years. The point still stood though, you were reckless, so very painfully reckless. The kind of person who saw a warning sign and treated it like a personal challenge instead of a suggestion. The kind of person who would crawl out of a crash and immediately ask if the engine survived.
And unfortunately, that same stubbornness was one of the reasons Takeshi found it so difficult to stay angry at you for long. Because no matter how many arguments the two of you got into, no matter how often you drove him insane, you were still his little sister. His little doll. His baby sis. The annoying gremlin he somehow became responsible for protecting. Another glance toward the rearview mirror revealed the same sight again.
You remained completely unconscious, your head resting comfortably against Rin's shoulder while the younger boy sat quietly beside you filled with so much love in his eyes that it disgusted Takeshi. God, if you weren’t so peacefully asleep and in desperate need of rest Takeshi would've probably choked Rin to death. Or better yet he would’ve gotten a pair of tweezers and pulled out the boys lower lashes one by one. Very painful and more personal.
The streetlights passing outside occasionally illuminated your sleeping face before disappearing again into darkness. You looked carefree. Completely unaware that the two people currently sitting around you had collectively lost several years off their lifespan because of today's events. Takeshi clicked his tongue. Honestly, seeing you like this almost made the entire thing worse. Because this was the same idiot who spent the last several years acting invincible. The same idiot who would throw herself into situations first and think about the consequences later.
The same idiot who looked him dead in the eyes once and said, "Trust me, I know what I'm doing."
And this was said right before you did the exact opposite. The memory alone made him want to develop a migraine. His gaze shifted from you to Rin. And immediately his irritation returned. Because despite everything, the bastard was still sitting there. Which made Takeshi want to teach Mochi how to bite Rin in the balls. Meanwhile Rin was still making sure your head doesn't bump against the window whenever the car hits a rough section of road.
Still adjusting the jacket draped around your shoulders whenever it slipped. Still looking entirely too comfortable for Takeshi's liking. The older brother stared through the rearview mirror for several seconds before finally letting out a long breath. Eventually, he got tired of thinking about it.
"You know." The words cut through the music unexpectedly. Rin looked up. Takeshi kept his eyes on the road, "If you make my little doll cry again, I'll kill you." The statement came out so casually that it almost sounded normal. Almost.
The silence that followed stretched for several seconds. Not because Rin was scared. He wasn't. But because he knew Takeshi wasn't joking. Not entirely. The older brother's grip tightened slightly around the steering wheel.
"For most of our lives, (Y/n) and I weren't exactly close." His voice remained calm and steady. The kind of calm that somehow felt more dangerous than shouting, "But these last two years changed that."
Rain continued drumming softly against the roof while the windshield wipers swept rhythmically across the glass. Back and forth. Back and forth. Another glance toward the rearview mirror. Toward you. Still asleep. Still completely unaware.
"I was there after you left." The words were simple yet somehow heavier than anything else he'd said. "I was there when she stopped talking about the future." A quiet laugh escaped him, though there wasn't any humor behind it, "My little doll never shuts up. She talks about cars, engines, racing lines, lap times, modifications and random mechanical nonsense nobody else cares about. She used to drive everybody insane with it." His eyes softened slightly, "Then one day she just stopped."
The atmosphere inside the vehicle grew heavier, "It wasn't immediate. That's probably what made it worse. She still smiled. Still laughed. Still acted like herself. But every time somebody asked her what she wanted to do with her future, she'd change the subject. Every time professional racing got brought up, she'd suddenly lose interest. Every time somebody mentioned soccer..." Takeshi clicked his tongue, "... I'd watch her pretend she wasn't listening."
The irritation in his voice wasn't directed entirely at Rin. Part of it was directed at himself. Because looking back now, the signs had been obvious. Painfully obvious. The increasingly reckless decisions that you made one after the other, made Takeshi wonder whether your survival instincts had simply stopped functioning altogether.
"Do you know what the worst part was?" This time he didn't wait for an answer, "Every single time I asked if she was okay, she'd smile and tell me she was fine." His eyes met Rin's through the rearview mirror directly, "And every single time, I knew she was lying." The silence afterward felt heavy. Not because there was nothing left to say, "When I say don't disappear again, I'm not saying it because I don't understand why you left." His voice lowered slightly.
Out of everyone in your life, Takeshi probably understood it the most. He was a racer too. Maybe not in the same category. Maybe not under the same team or academy even. But he understood obsession. He understood sacrifice. He understood dedicating every waking second of your existence toward one goal until everything else started becoming background noise.
Ferrari had already signed him. Training would begin again in a few weeks. Soon enough, he'd be gone too. Traveling. Competing. Chasing after his own dream. So yes. He understood. That didn't mean he forgave it. The speedometer crept slightly higher. Then slightly higher again The engine growled louder beneath them. Not enough to be dangerous. Just enough. Just enough that Rin noticed how Takeshi was trying to intimidate him. He was threatening to let them crash and that’s when Rin started silently praying.
"I'm saying it because I spent two years watching my baby sister try to convince herself she didn't need you." The statement hung heavily between them, "And she was absolutely terrible at it." A humorless laugh escaped him, "God, she was awful. Every time she got into trouble, every time she got hurt, every time she did something stupid, I already knew exactly who she'd want to call first.” The speedometer climbed a little more, "So promise me."
The atmosphere inside the vehicle immediately shifted. Not because he raised his voice. Because he didn't. If anything, he sounded calmer. Which somehow made it worse. Rin remained quiet. Takeshi glanced into the rearview mirror.
"Promise me." The older brother repeated. "Out loud. I want to hear it, Rin."
For several moments, only the sound of rain and the engine filled the car. Then Rin lowered his eyes toward you. Toward the girl sleeping against his shoulder. Toward the girl who had spent two years waiting for him. Toward the girl he never wanted to lose again.
"I won't leave her again." The answer came immediately with no hesitation, only certainty
"Not good enough." Rin blinked.
The older brother's eyes narrowed. "Use her name."
The speedometer crept higher again. Not by much. Just enough. Just enough that any sane person would've started feeling nervous. Unfortunately for Takeshi, Rin was apparently not a sane person. The younger boy simply tightened his hold around you slightly as the car changed lanes. His expression never changed.
"I won't leave (L/n) (Y/n) again." His voice remained unwavering as Takeshi stared at him through the rearview mirror. Waiting. Expecting. Demanding more. Rin understood immediately, "I won't hurt her again either." The words came easier this time. More natural. Because they were true. There was no version of the future where he intended to make the same mistake twice. The older brother remained silent for several seconds.
Takeshi snorted, "Good."
Rin immediately knew that tone. It was the tone adults used right before making everything significantly worse. Unfortunately, he was correct.
"Now for the rules." The younger striker physically felt his soul leave his body.
Of course there were rules. Naturally there were rules. Takeshi was an older brother. More specifically, an overprotective older brother who had apparently spent the last two years collecting grievances and storing them away for a moment exactly like this. The older racer's eyes remained fixed on the road ahead while rain continued sliding down the windshield.
"First rule." Rin already hated where this was going, "No kissing in front of me."
"..."
"..."
"What?"
"You heard me."
Takeshi sounded completely serious, "No kissing. No hand holding. No weird couple stuff."
Rin stared at the back of his head, "You bring girls home every week since you hit 14."
"That's different."
"It literally isn't."
"It's completely different."
Rin wasn't even going to attempt figuring out the mental gymnastics behind that statement. Meanwhile Takeshi continued as if he had just won the argument.
"Second rule. No sleeping over.” The younger striker blinked.
"What?"
"No sleeping over."
The older brother repeated firmly, "No sneaking out.” Another. “No disappearing together for six hours and then pretending nothing happened." Another. “No locking doors." Another. "No being alone in a house when nobody else is home."
At this point Rin was beginning to suspect Takeshi had prepared a PowerPoint presentation beforehand, "Those aren't rules."
"They are now."
"They don't even make sense and they’re lukewarm."
"They make perfect sense."
"They don't."
"They do."
The argument lasted exactly more three seconds before Takeshi ignored him entirely and continued talking.
"Also, if my little doll tells you she's going somewhere dangerous and you're aware of it, congratulations. That's your problem now." Rin frowned.
"Why would that be my problem?" Takeshi looked genuinely offended.
"Have you met her?"
Fair. That was very much unfortunately fair. The older brother sighed heavily.
"My baby sister has absolutely zero self-preservation instincts."
"That's not true."
Takeshi glanced into the rearview mirror. Both men looked down at the unconscious girl sleeping through this entire conversation after spending the day driving Formula cars, GT cars, and motorcycles in the rain.
"..."
"..."
"Okay."
Rin conceded immediately. The older racer nodded.
"Exactly."
“And no sex. If I catch a hickey on her, I will tear apart Japan looking for you.” The statement was delivered with the same tone a person would use when discussing tomorrow's weather forecast.
Completely serious. Completely calm. Which somehow made it infinitely worse. Rin stared at the back of Takeshi's head for several seconds. Then glanced down at your sleeping form. Then back at Takeshi. Then back at you. Before finally deciding there was absolutely no correct response to that statement.
"..."
"..."
"That's a weird thing to say. We’re not thinking of even doing it, we're both focused on our careers."
"It's a perfectly reasonable thing to say and you’re both hormonal teenagers, sooner or later I’m going to put a chastity belt on her."
“That’s too much.”
"No, it isn't."
"It is when we're talking about my little doll."
Rin immediately regretted engaging. The older racer continued before he could stop him.
"And don't even think about trying anything when she's exhausted."
"What?"
"You heard me."
The fact that Takeshi looked personally offended by the concept made the entire conversation feel significantly more ridiculous.
"My baby sister can barely remember her own schedule half the time. If she's tired, injured, sick, stressed, racing, training, studying, breathing too hard, thinking too hard, or generally existing, then leave her alone." Rin rubbed his face.
"That's not how relationships work."
"Good."
"What?"
"Then don't have one."
The response came so quickly that Rin almost choked. Takeshi seemed incredibly pleased with himself afterward. The rules somehow continued from there. At one point Takeshi started explaining emergency procedures. Then relationship procedures. Then race procedures. Then emergency relationship procedures. Somewhere along the way he started listing situations Rin was apparently required to inform him about.
If you got hurt.
If you get sick.
If you got arrested.
If you got into a fight.
If you disappeared for more than twelve hours.
If you attempted something stupid involving a vehicle.
Which was concerningly broad considering your hobbies. By now Rin wasn't even sure whether Takeshi was acting like an older brother or a government agency. The rain continued falling outside while the city lights blurred past the windows. Meanwhile Rin found himself listening quietly despite the absurdity of the conversation.
Because beneath all the ridiculous rules and threats, he understood what this actually was. Worry. Two years worth of worry. Two years worth of watching someone important slowly fall apart while pretending they were fine. And honestly… If their situations were reversed, Rin wasn't entirely sure he would've behaved any differently. The realization was annoying. Mostly because it meant Takeshi had a point.
Unfortunately, that didn't stop the rules. The older racer was still going. Still talking. Still adding conditions and exceptions to rules that shouldn't have existed in the first place. Eventually the words began blending together. The warmth inside the car. The sound of the rain. The exhaustion from the day.
The weight of you leaning comfortably against him. Everything slowly started catching up to him at once. His eyes grew heavier. His responses became slower. At some point Takeshi was explaining why your future boyfriend would require approval from multiple family members despite the fact that Rin was sitting right there. Rin decided he didn't want to know.
A few minutes later his head dipped forward slightly. Then again. Then one final time. The next thing he knew, he was asleep too. Still sitting beside you. Still making sure you didn't slide around whenever the car moved. Still holding onto the jacket draped around your shoulders. The conversation died long before Takeshi ran out of rules. A glance toward the rearview mirror several minutes later revealed both teenagers completely unconscious in the backseat.
The older brother stared. Then started some more. Then tightened his grip around the steering wheel. Because somehow, despite being asleep, Rin was still managing to annoy him. He was going to have a field day texting Sae later about how to watch out for Rin or else he’ll murder him for wronging his little doll. Let’s just say Sae was very confused.
Synopsis: Rin has spent weeks burying himself in soccer, but the moment you crawl into his lap, every match, every strategy, and every responsibility fades into the background. After all, no victory on the field has ever compared to having you all to himself.
TW: Itoshi Rin X F!Reader (Blue Lock) Smut, NSFW, Throat Fuck, Blow Jobs, Oral Sex (M!Receiving), Cum Swallowing, Hair Pulling, Praise Kink, Possessive, Dirty Talk, Rough Sex, Established Relationship
“Ahh— Shit! You’re so pretty like this.”
You couldn't respond to him, mouth currently preoccupied with his heavy cock. Rin was supposed to be studying a soccer match, the TV was turned on in the background of the living room, the cheers for Sae Itoshi becoming meaningless the more you sucked on his dick.
It felt so good to have you like this that Rin wasn’t even slightly annoyed with how you interrupted him from analyzing the games. His heart was so full watching you finger yourself desperately like a bitch in heat as you happily licked his tip like a lollipop. Teasing it with your hot tongue and using your other free hand to massage his balls.
Your head game was always so strong, you knew exactly what Rin likes and what you needed to do to rile him up. Walking up to him in nothing but his jersey and pair of boxers. Pawing at his clothed crotch, whining prettily with those big sad eyes he could never say no to. So here you are now, practically sucking the life out of him.
He grabbed you by the hair and pulled it up to a messy ponytail, he had let you take control for most of the night but he needed relief, and he needed it badly. Controlling your pacing, you had to brace yourself on his thighs as he pushed you so far down until his tip reached the back of your mouth, almost activating your gag reflex. His happy trail pressed against your nose and you could smell how delicious he was.
The kind of scent that uniquely belonged to him. That sweaty natural musk of his and the smell of freshly showered skin mixed so well together that your walls tightened around your fingers that you were still furiously pumping in and out of you. Fuck that scent alone made you drool even more as tears pricked at the side of your eyes.
He was everything in this moment. The way he threw back his head while keeping his eyes locked on your mouth and the groans he couldn’t help from spilling out. His breathing hitched the moment he had you deep throat him. He was getting closer and closer by the second, unable to hold on because of how good you felt. Honestly he doesn’t know what he likes better, your mouth or your pussy.
Well obviously the only correct answer was both, but damn did your mouth start feeling a lot like your pussy. And there were more advantages to it too, like how he loved it when you dragged your teeth around his shaft. Never biting down but the threat real and the sensation it made would have him bucking his hips, chasing after it desperately.
You had to time your breathing with Rin’s quick thrust, he was getting really close to finishing and you knew he’d never do it anywhere else except down your throat. But despite the lack of oxygen, how wet you were, and how intense everything was. It wasn’t enough to satisfy the deep hunger inside of you. You needed him to take you like he was a possessed man.
You looked up at him, eyes locking intensely as you continued swirling your tongue on his tip to make him feel better. Looking at him through your short lashes, you squeezed his thighs two times, your safe word to let him know that he could go further into the next level.
He didn’t waste any time after getting the go signal, pulling your head off of him and hauling you by the waist so that you could lay fully flat on the couch. Your coughs were loud the moment you were detached but both of you didn’t care, only wanting to finish soon.
He climbed up on you and settled his knees beside your breast, sitting above you. His length is fully erect and hard, all 10 inches of it as it curved slightly to the right. His pretty mushroom head was an angry red color and the thick vein that ran down made you want to finger yourself again to help ease the itch down there had it not been for Rin grabbing both of your wrists into one hand and pinning it above your head to the couch’s arm rest.
“You’re such a good girl for taking me so well earlier. Ready to receive your gift?”
With his other free hand he grabbed you by the chin to look up at him. His long lower lashes look very prominent in this angle. He pulled your chin downwards and forced you to open your mouth and didn’t even hesitate to push it back in. Your eyes looking at him doe like and pleading for him to take and take until there’s nothing left of you to give him.
The positioning he pulled you into helped him angle his cock to perfectly target down your esophagus. You moaned out as he completely filled you up, your jaw sore and slack from tonight’s activity. You let out an involuntary moan from the sensation, the vibrations sending down directly to Rin’s dick making him shudder and breath get caught in his throat.
Once again his fingers found themselves in your hair going at a rougher pace. His crotch area fully pressed onto your face making his cute tuff itch at your skin. His hips pulling themselves back and forth to meet your head. It felt good that he couldn’t help but release a couple of pathetic whimpers.
“Ahh— Fuck! Fuck! I’m gonna cum! Take it, pretty! It’s all yours…!”
He couldn’t hold back as his hips stopped thrusting, his release shooting down your throat powerfully. It was so warm and creamy, tasting perfectly salty that you couldn’t help roll your eyes as you came alongside him. But you underestimated the amount of his load, at the beginning of the night you were so confident you could take all of his needs and pent up frustrations but this man hadn’t had sex in over three weeks due to being so busy with practice.
He was still cumming after a good minute and even after swallowing his spent, he kept going until it overflowed. Forcing its way to spill out of your mouth and run down your chin. The sight alone made him hard, and you could feel it deep in your throat. But he knew you needed a break before you next session so he pulled out with a groan, already missing the feeling of your hot mouth.
“Hah… Ahh…” He huffed out like just ran a marathon, “Did… You just come from that alone…?” He took a look back to see the boxers you were still wearing completely soaked in your spent, “That’s so hot, shit…”
You were still in a daze from his roughness, not even able to comprehend what he was talking about, mouth ajar and still so full of him but it was already spilling out. You looked so gorgeous like this ruined by him that he couldn’t help but pull you into a make out session, tasting himself on your tongue. You moans into it and accepted him, eyes closing and arms wrapping around his back as his tongue completely dominated yours.
“Your turn now.”
He said simply as he pulled away and attacked your boxers, practically ripping it apart from his impaitence. He lowered himself down face to face with your heat, pinning your thighs apart as sniffed directly at your entrance which made you squirm around in embarrassment. He took a couple of experimental licks, your opening already slick with your cum.
Damn did you taste good, “Thanks for the meal.” And so he dove right back in enjoying the meal he was offered.
I never thought I’d end up making this post but I’ve had enough:
Don’t bother reading my posts, commenting, and especially hitting up my inbox if you don’t like them. I’ve added trigger warnings already to begin with. I don’t tolerate slander, harassment, or words of hate and if you’re only here to trash then get out.
This is specifically in line with the Rin hate recently. Just because you hate on him doesn’t mean you can harass other people because they like and support him. I understand you find it hilarious but keep it to yourselves and again don’t go out of your way to hate on people just because they have different opinions than you.
When we make these fics we’re taking time out of our busy lives to write stories for everyone’s entertainment and we’re simply doing it for the genuine love we have for these fandoms and characters.
So don’t go stomping on other peoples works just for your amusement. Seriously get a life, you bully. Will you finally be happy if I stop writing so that you can have your way? No thanks, I refuse to give into that bullshit. I’ll be working harder to pump out more writings, expect more Itoshi Rin fics coming out soon.
✦ just thinking about loser!ness, who got paired up with popular girl!reader for the rest of the semester in their shared elective
loser!ness really was the epitome of... well, a loser. he had little to no friends except his douchebag of a best friend, kaiser, who already had his other circle of asshole frat guys and was quite popular for his looks and charm (living up to the stereotype of the "manipulative psychology major talking stage"). ness never really spoke to kaiser's other friends since he knew they thought he was childish and kaiser's lapdog. ness never even got invited to the parties they'd go to and they’d would talk shit behind his back (and in front of him…no shame).
and loser!ness? he fucking hated that, but of course wouldn't say anything in fear of his only "close friend" dropping him for those other assholes. that's where you came in.
he majored in literature (much to his parents' dismay as they wanted him to major in civil engineering or chemistry like his siblings)─that was his strong suit, after all, and he particularly loved his classes (even if he was pushed to the back of the classroom). and on the first day of the semester, for one of his lit-aligned classes, when he was pushed in the back again, he was utterly shocked to see popular girl!reader, of all people, take a seat next to him.
if kaiser was "popular", you were that tenfold. you were a complete mirror opposite to ness, and he didn't envy you like he did with kaiser...he was scared of you. fuck, you were gorgeous too; shiny hair, pretty jewelry accompanying your snugly-fitting top. you even smelled perfect. he didn't notice himself staring at you for so long until you turned, pushing your hair back and shooting him a smile.
"hi! alexis, right? looks like we'll be partners this semester. hope we can be friends!"
"hope we can be friends..." friends? you? wanted to be friends with ness? jesus, did he hit his head and enter an alternate magical universe where he wasn't a loser or something? but as he assumed and guessed correctly, you were different. sure, you were popular and surrounded by people all the time outside of class, but during your shared class, you listened to him like he wasn't a nerd who constantly yapped about his interests. you didn't judge him like kaiser did, despite both of you being insanely popular, and he just couldn't understand why.
"alexis, i really do enjoy speaking to you. you're really nice and cute and...yeah," you said, covering your face with your hand as some hair strands fell on your cheek. you almost appeared flustered. "those presumptuous assholes like kaiser and them don't listen to them.”
“yeah but…they view me as childish…”
you snorted, your gaze still on the text you were “reading”. “whatever, they’re just jealous that they don’t know the incantations you know by heart. that takes real skill and intelligence y'know—what those assholes clearly don’t have.”
ness blushed, looking away in case you were to tease him.
"got anything to do this friday?" loser!ness shook his head 'no', scared on what you were going to say. were you going to ask him out? or involve kaiser?
he didn't know, but he sure as hell didn't expect to be at a frat party of all things, sitting on the couch with you on his lap as you hit your friend's vape. your manicured hand grabbed his chin gently and pushed the vape between his lips; ness could taste the gourmand essence of your lip gloss and inhaled the fruity smoke before getting that sweet aftertaste on his tongue.
you smiled, giggling and tracing his jawline with your index finger. “lex, you surprise me. thought that with your friendship with that douchebag, that you would’ve been to a party like this before.”
“no…this is my first one!”
he felt his ears go red; did he sound like a loser? shit, he sounds so childish—
you smiled. “then i’m glad i’m your first.”
he felt as if he was going to hyperventilate. such a pretty girl like you…on his lap and grinding on him with every turn of your head to greet people and talk to him…he could feel himself gulping further with the more your jean skirt rode up your cute thighs, and you playing with his hair and little star studs on his ears. loser!ness is shocked he hasn’t burst like the exploding bonbons from harry potter.
“baby…do you have a problem?” you mused, your breath tickling his cheek and nimble fingers touching his flushed cheeks—all red from embarrassment from the fact that you noticed…
he has a boner.
“n-no..! what are you talking abo—fuuuuck…” ness groaned at you, swinging your legs around and straddling him, grinding against the tent in his pants as a result.
“sweet boy, lemme fix it for you, please?” you pouted and traced his tense jawline again but with your soft lips as one of your hands was running your fingers against his soft hair. “don’t make me beg, ness baby. i will if i have to.”
“g-go right ahead!” loser!ness felt himself want to face-palm; he sounded too eager, like he’s been waiting for this moment his whole life (kinda was…) and looked away from you.
“and if i told you i’ve been tryna do this the whole semester..?” you whispered, nimble fingers brushing on his erection while your other hand gently grabbed his face.
loser!ness didn’t watch much pornography, but shit, you looked so lewd right now that this feels like he’s living in those types of videos. he sat at the edge of the bed in a random room, looking down at you and your doe eyes (which were staring at his cock like it was a meal).
your mouth practically salivated at the sight of ness’ cock; it was pretty—his tip was a nice mauve and it was long and a little girthy, but an evident challenge to deepthroat.
he let out a jagged breath; your lips brushed his tip before you put it in your mouth and swirled your tongue on it, cheeks hollowed and tastebuds savoring his taste. you slowly began to sink your mouth onto his cock centimeter by centimeter.
you let out a choked groan and hiccuped— loser!ness was too fucking big.
“shhh,” he cooed. ness’ thumb wiped the dried tears on your cheeks.
your eyes were dewy with tears while residue of precum was dripping down your chin and onto your pretty breasts as you took the rest of his length that couldn’t fit in your mouth and jerked it with your cute manicured hands.
alexis could die a happy man. it’s like you have him under some wicked enchantment with the way your mouth worked on his cock. his fingers grabbed at the bed’s comforter the more your cheeks hollowed further as you sucked him.
he could tell you were struggling (how cute!) and how your mascara was running down your cheeks. but he felt a little restless so he grabbed your hair and pulled you further onto his cock, making you choke on him and resulting in the feeling of his tip prodding at the back of your throat. he could feel himself twitch in your mouth. your nails clawed at his thighs, all pale and plush and pretty, and now being decorated with red crescent marks.
“fuck, baby. wanna cum s’bad. please…” he breathed out. he could fucking cry at how you took him out of your mouth and jerked him off. fuck, he could feel himself get harder with the sound of you gasping for air and whining at the sight of his cock, the slick sounds of his pre and your saliva lubricating him as your hand jerked him.
shit, he’s the one that whined at the sight of strings of his cum painting your pretty tits milky white—fuck, you look even more pretty this way if even possible.
loser!ness knows you’re pleasantly surprised the moment he carried you on his shoulder, lightly threw you on the mattress, and laid your body down. he swiftly lowered your skirt and gently spread your legs for him. he licked the soft skin of your inner thigh, letting you feel the cold metal of his tongue piercing to really give you a small glimpse of just how magical his tongue can be.
“lemme show you some real magic, baby. yeah?” god... alexis could die; well, perhaps that was coming on too strong. but the way you looked—your lips were parted, all pretty and your eyes were locked on him like you could eat him (right when he was about to do that to you)...
he really wished it couldn't end after he pleasured you... then when he walked you to your dorm and when you kissed him on the cheek saying "see you next class". he wished it wouldn't end...
but that was only the start... because of course it was.
alexis was always confused and at the same time, amused, whenever kaiser would bring up any girl he'd be messing with--labelling them as "situationships"; relationships that aren't so serious rather casual.
something with no strings attached. right?
however... alexis is... alexis. he's full-heartedly convinced that he is in a magical alternate universe…why else would someone like you even be into him, let alone want to associate with him?
after that party he attended with you, he got your instagram (like he hasn’t been lowkey stalking your insta) and personal number. you’ve even been texting him constantly, sending him tiktoks and reels related to his interests and baking recipes saying:
“ill totally make u this <3” (he told you how he liked sweet things weeks ago) ; “momongas so cute like u<3” (he mentioned he liked flying squirrels once…)
were you into him? did you like him? (as much as ness is a loser…he’s also quite dense when it comes to romance directed to him…)
you spoke to him like normal in class, but ness couldn’t shake that weird feeling. even kaiser caught wind of this, as soon as he snatched ness’ phone after he noticed ness ignoring the sneak-dissing jabs he threw at him.
“so that’s the reason you’re on your stupid phone more than usual..? you’re kidding? y/n? her? with you?” he said it in a condescending tone that made loser!ness ticked off.
“little virgin like you…please, ness. she’s probably messing with you just to get a little taste and then throw you away. that girl's gonna trap you in some 'no strings attached' bullshit and break your little heart.” and of course, kaiser being him, ended that simple remark with a hearty laugh... leaving ness to overthink...
because of course he would.
maybe you were just wanting to experiment with him? the party was probably a one-time thing for you. besides, he acted so pathetic when you gave him head for the first time; maybe you were making fun of him…or was it only with him for enjoyment.
“i mean yeah…you’re quite fun to be around…” you said.
“you’re cute and nice, like i’ve told you before.”
“well…kaiser doesn’t seem to think so and i’m just confused why you’d like me…”
ness began to speak less during class after kaiser’s words and you finally had enough, dragging him to your apartment to talk in peace and quiet without annoying people listening in (kaiser or any of those nosy assholes).
you grabbed his hand and sat down on your couch, holding direct eye contact which made loser!ness scared. “why do you let him speak to you that way? lex, baby, you’re so much more than his shadow? you’re allowed to have other friends and,” you paused before speaking with that same soft confidence.
“—a girlfriend. besides, he’s an asshole who probably gets off on your misery.”
you were speaking so softly, and it made ness want to spill everything to you. how kaiser would mess with him over small things and then, one of his worst insecurities: his involuntary celibacy. loser!ness wasn’t an ass about it, as he’s never had a girlfriend before, but jesus christ; kaiser wouldn’t outright bully him on his celibacy, but he would tease him…it was something loser!ness was insecure of, as stupid as it sounded.
“i mean he kinda has a point. i am kind of…a loser and a virgin—”
“—so what? everyone’s a loser.” you froze, blinking rapidly and face getting warm at what ness said.
him? a virgin? with a pretty dick like his, you’re shocked.
“lex, he makes fun of you…for that?”
loser!ness looked away in pure embarrassment. what if you now thought he was some sort of a virgin loser who’s never gotten with a girl and now you’re gonna treat him like kaiser and his friends.
“is this…a huge concern of yours?” you asked, looking away. ness nodded vigorously, preparing himself for impact at any comedic comment you were going to throw. “it’s…definitely a concern of mine. i’m just sick of getting made fun of for that and i—”
“well if you want…i can help you with that concern if you’d like—if not then that’s totally oka—”
“yes.” loser!ness has literally never said yes to anything so quick in his life. he felt crazy: one minute he was scared of your potential mocking reaction to his sex life, and now he’s so quick to accept your offer…
god, he was gonna fucking lose it like you whispered “confringo!” in his ear in your pretty voice. he froze and turned his body to face you once you got off the couch.
and for the first time, he’s seen you get shy. you peeled your tank top off slowly and then your jeans, embracing yourself with embarrassment, biting your lower lip and avoiding your gaze. you really were pretty and that cute grey and pink lacy bra made you even cuter—even your panties were (he swears he could spot embroidered golden snitches in grey). all the while, he began to take off his own shirt and pants to make it less awkward.
“y/n…you’re so—are you an angel?” your sudden shy demeanor disappeared the moment you realized the star wars reference, and you laughed.
“lex…god you drive me crazy.”
sure, you’ve had a crush on loser!ness since senior year high school, when he sat in front of you in your ap english literature class with kaiser, and you thought he was the cutest and hottest guy you’ve seen, but that was his concern? it was before he even knew you existed, before your “glow up” and surge of courage to socialize during college. he never even spoke to you until the current semester.
but the surge of pride you felt when you walked around campus and spotted him staring at you already…you giggled in your pillow for so long, your roommate began to get concerned.
loser!ness wasn’t even a loser in your eyes in high school. you’d overhear his conversations with kaiser, noticed his star wars, dungeons and dragons, and lord of the rings keychains, and you thought he was the coolest guy ever.
of course, you never had the guts to speak to him until now, two years later.
but fuck…never in a million years did you expect to be the one to take away his virginity of all things, and for him to be so gentle; so sweet to you.
you wrapped your arms around him, aligning his pretty dick, and sank slowly—and fuck, the sounds slipping from loser!ness’ lips. it’s enough to make you want to ride him to oblivion. his cock prodded against your walls and you gasped sharply.
loser!ness shuddered the moment you fully managed to sink on his cock, the warm feeling of your cunt squeezing him—god he could cum right now, especially with the face you were making: lips pouted, eyebrows furrowed and your eyes shut like you were experiencing the same feeling he was. one of your arms was wrapped around his neck while your other hand grabbed onto his thigh, nails latched onto loser!ness’ supple porcelain skin.
he threw his head back on the edge of the couch, taking in what was going on (he still can’t believe it holy shit). you were so… ethereal; the sunset hitting you from your closed blinds and you smelled so sweet yet softer and homey (?) —vanilla maybe? and lavender?
ness wrapped his arms around you and leaned towards to kiss your neck lightly—softly. his thumbs rubbed circles on your back gently and he rolled his hips upwards slowly. he felt like he was intoxicated on you; you were just too… perfect.
loser!ness was sensual with it—not surprising you but still leaving goosebumps in the wake of his touches on your skin. “you’re so pretty like this, baby,” and he’d manage to look like he’s gonna burst into tears with any praise you gave him. it was cute, very much so.
his breathing became labored and he thrusted up into your tight syrupy pussy while holding you as if you’d break in his arms. loser!ness felt like he was going to cry—shit, he was crying. sex felt so good, especially with someone like you who didn’t judge him, didn’t criticize him… he could melt right now. god, your pussy felt like fucking heaven, clenching around him like a vice; then your pretty breasts looking so plump and beautiful. the way you held him, kissed his cheeks and jawline—even the feeling of you pulling on his hair drove him insane.
“you’re so beautiful,” or “i can’t believe you’re mine,” were some of the lines that he couldn’t resist saying, and ness can notice the stutter in your hips every time he slurred out how much he wanted to be with you.
he wasn’t lying when he said that anyway…
“‘m gonna cum—can i please cum, please please—” “inside me, lex. i don’t mind.” fuck, he really was going to melt, as he shot his load up into you and could feel cum ooze out of your cunt as you stayed there, listening to both of your racing heartbeats.
loser!ness who really did think he was in some other reality. shit, he was gonna cry again. why else would you begin to kiss him, looking at him with the most genuine gaze saying.
“lex, i hope you do mean it…that i’m yours.”
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a/n : this was originally like a 2-part thing, but I wanted to make it into one part so I lowkirk wouldn't have to go to the hassle of like posting a lot (if that makes sense......) this is a #repost sooooo yayayayya
Synopsis: Rin Itoshi was a man of many talents. He can analyze a field in seconds, predict his opponents’ movements, and find the smallest opening to score a goal. Unfortunately, identifying female anatomy is not one of them.
TW: Itoshi Rin X F!Reader (Blue Lock) Smut, short drabble, going into the wrong hole, urethral play, urethral kink, fingering, nsfw, cumming, porn without plot, kink discovery, did not read through this properly, this is like rlly dirty, I do not suggest ac doing this guys this is just fictional, read at your own risk
“F-Fuck!” The sound you made resembled more of a gurgle than actual screaming or moaning. “Rin! Wrong—wrong hole!”
Rin was pretty sure he was in the right hole. How could he not be as he slowly pistoned his fingers in and out of your pussy? He was already going gentle and slow since he had only just entered. But he would admit that this time it felt… off. You were tighter than usual, that was for sure, and he slowed down to pull his finger out, worried that he had somehow hurt you as you clung to him.
“W-Wait! Don’t pull out…!” You immediately dragged his fingers back to where he had been sticking them earlier.
You took back your words, your back arching as you accepted him easily. He knelt between your legs and pinned one side to the mattress as he shifted into a more comfortable position. Parting your lips to take a good look at your pussy in all its forms, he couldn’t help but admire it. What a pretty little cunt, and all of it belonged to him.
Things were going great and seemed normal—or so Rin thought. As he took a closer look at where his fingers were disappearing, he realized something was wrong.
If the hole he was currently fucking wasn’t your vagina, and your actual opening was just below it, then what did that mean? He barely had time to process the thought before he felt the opening tighten around his fingers like a vice.
“Rin—shit…! I’m coming!!”
He stared in amazement as your vagina clenched around nothing, leaking ropes of white, creamy cum. He pulled out and couldn’t help himself from cleaning you up, helping you ride out your high with his thumb rubbing tight circles over your clit while simultaneously lapping up the mess.
After doing a bit of research on his part, he found out that the hole he had been fucking was your urethra, and it turned out he really liked that new kink.
a/n: wrote this the SECOND i came so it’s real raunchy + filler fic cus im writing somethn big atm + absolutely not proofread my brains fried + is vivien or vivian???
the movie through his cars windshield flashing before you. you’ve suggested a movie drive-in date with your boyfriend hugo, took some convincing, but eventually he agreed, albeit with a sigh.
he thought it’d be like a normal movie date, just inside a car. he didn’t know you had other plans in that pretty head. it was his stupid decision to go with your plan that got him to this predicament.
both of you were in the backseat, a blanket that you’vre brought warm around his shoulders. his breathing was labored, fingers tangled in your hair as you were nose deep onto dark burgundy pubes. his balls messy from your saliva and his pre. “you…..fuck… so this is what you were planning—nnh!..huh chérie? i gotta say…not really what i—ugh..had in mind but…”
his deep, void eyes rake over your messy face, cheeks shiny as you look up at him. hugo grunts as you pull his cock out of your mouth, his meat was glistening and twitching, pre still dripping like a broken faucet. “mn..taste so good baby..~” you lap up his tip with continuous long licks, cleaning his cock
“you’re so dirty…” hugo let go of your hair, gently petting it to keep it neat. “so…et maintenant? are you gonna ride me?” that earns him a giggle, you look around. two cars infront of you, one on each side and none at the back
“is that risk of getting caught… ça t’excite?” “maybe… i’m so wet vivi…~” you take his larger hand, guiding it under the blanket and between your legs. you were soaked, slick dripping down your inner thighs
“all this..just for sucking me off…fuck, come here..” he rasped, hands finding your waist as he brought you up and over his lap. his cock was standing tall, your dripping hole hovering over his thick meat
“mnnh~…so big and sooooo thick baby…” he chuckles softly at your cute little comment, his hands snake around to your ass, big hands, fingers digging into the fat of your butt as he spreads them. sweet whimpers leaving your lips
“….it’s like a fucking waterbed back here baby…sssshit..” he gives you one, hard and loud smack. probably loud enough that some nearby movie watchers heard, given the car was turned off and the windows were jarred by an inch. even if anyone looked over, it’d be too dark to see through the car
“stop it, im easy~…” you wiggle your hips a bit, pushing your plump cheeks more into his hands. “y’like it? yeah…yeah i’ll keep it big for you baby~” his hands leave your ass, not without leaving another mean smack. one of his hands slip between your legs again.
“embrasse-moi mon amour…” hugo finds your lips, his tongue immediately invading your mouth. muffled moans leave you as you feel two fingers shove inside. your arms around his neck, his free hand tight on your hip as he began fingerfucking your pussy
the sudden, rapid and shallow thrusts of his fingers sent waves of shivers up your spine. he was eating up your sounds, your lips disconnecting for a bit “….shhhh…you can take it…oh yeah… you can take it..…”
he whispers, eyes over your broken expression. he removed the hand that was on your hip and slid his entire arm around your waist, holding you tight against his chest while he fucked you with his fat fingers. “oh fuck—! aa~!” your hand flies up to your face, covering your mouth with both hands
“nnnh-! fuck..fuck fuck fuck! fuck viv—!” one of your hand slapped at his trap, your thighs were shivering, pussy gushing out delicious juices on his lap. “one more…” he whispers, mouth finding your tits as he kept his harsh onslaught of fingerbanging the shit out of you, “aa—oh fuck—ffffuck ngh—! stopstopstop..! nnh fucking—sstop!” before a second squirt left you
hugo, in one quick motion, pulled his fingers out of you. you finally settle down, though, your hips and thighs were beginning to burn. he looks at the mess you’ve made at the car seat, on him, and his fingers. “tu as fait un sacré bazar... je devrais te punir ? you’d like that wouldn’t you?”
still high and dumb off your orgasm, you lower yourself on his lap, breathing deeply into his neck as weak, small spurts still gushed outta you. “mnh~..yeah..whatever you said…i want it baby~”
your helpless response makes him chuckle, “yeah? trop chou~ c’mon love… lower yourself on me.” impatiently, you align his fat, dickhead along your hole. then dropped yourself onto him
immediately swallowing his cock inside, your insides hot and wet, vacuuming him sooo good “merde…ugh fuck…” his balls drew up, hugo held his breath, trying to fight the urge to bust a nut in you
“aw so close already~?” “not yet…nnh..come on,, bounce.” he slaps your thigh as you begin to hop on his dick. wet skin slaps filling his car.
your strokes from his base to the absolute tip of him, his jaw clenched, breaths turning croaked. “faster ma puce..” with a whine, your arms tighten around his neck. you speed up, slamming down on his cock hard and deep
your so loud now, neither of you don’t even know if the movies still going, finished or the intermission is on. the car was shaking as you rode him like you were desperate to pull that spunk outta him
your jaw loosens and your tongue slides out, hot gasps beside his ear as hugo began to thrust upward in time with your downward strokes. his nails dug into your ass, his balls slapping up and down against your ass.
by no means did the cars beside yours not notice, your sweet moans were slipping off the cracks of the windows, and the car was shaking like there was an earthquake going inside it
“shit [Name…so fucking loud..!” his cock was hitting your cervix so good, how was he expecting you to keep your noises in? “ah fuck! fuckbaby i’m..m’gonna fucking cum..!! guh!” hugo plants his feet flat to the car floor and tightens both arms around your waist
his hips arch off the seat and began driving up into you more than you were bouncing on him, his teeth sink into your shoulder, each time you separate. strings of cum connect you both, making the slaps you both were making sound wet and sloppy
“fuck…j-je vais...putain, t-te gicler d-dedans!” his thrusts were a blur, nose wrinkled as he shut his eyes tight, hips slamming up. “cu—cumming!! cumming.! fuck viv— i’m—!” just as you squirted a second time, hugo let out a muffled roar as he spilled his nut inside you. three more deep, desperate slams inside you before he finally huffs
both your chests heaving as you melt onto him, and him onto the seat. slumped over him, you were softly whining, catching your breath. his big arms still around your waist, loosely this time.
hugo sighs, kissing your cheek, wet with sweat before holding you closer… “nous ne reviendront jamais ici…” he mutters to your ear
he could already imagine the drive-in conductor writing down your cars’ plate number down his little notepad…
a/n: this fic reminds me of the song don’t dream it’s over by crowded house hence the title…
i really hope rin learns from being benched and plays better the next time we see him on the field. rin lovers I GOTCHU <3
ac goes to lova5irs
the locker room had long been emptied by the time you found him.
the upset from the loss was still going. muffled arguments bled through the walls, distant and distorted, but inside the room there was only silence. cold fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. a forgotten towel sat crumpled on the floor.
rin sat alone on the bench, elbows on his knees, staring at the ground. he didn't even look up when you entered.
"rin."
"... go away."
his voice was flat. exhausted. you ignored him and walked closer.
"i said go away."
"no. i'm staying."
that finally earned you a glance. a glance that revealed red eyes. your heart immediately sank. rin itoshi never cried. sure, he got angry and frustrated. he got violent with his emotions sometimes. but crying? crying meant something had seriously broken.
"rin–”
"don't." his jaw clenched. "don't look at me like that."
you sat beside him anyway. for a while, neither of you spoke. rin stared at the floor. you stared at him. eventually he laughed. it was a horrible sound though. small. bitter.
"all this time." his voice cracked. "all this fucking time." you felt him ball his hands into fists. "everything i've done. everything i sacrificed." another laugh. "and i get benched." his shoulders trembled. "that's what i get."
"rin…"
"do you know how pathetic that sounds?" he suddenly stood up, his breathing uneven and his voice echoing off the walls. "i'm supposed to be the best. i'm supposed to be the one who makes it. i worked harder than everybody."
"i know."
"i trained harder."
"i know."
"i gave up everything."
"i know."
his eyes squeezed shut. "then why wasn't it enough?"
the question hung in the quiet air. why wasn't it enough? rin looked furious at not having the answer. but underneath the anger was something worse: fear. raw, ugly fear. the kind that came from watching your dream slip through your fingers.
"i can see it," he whispered. "i can see it disappearing."
your chest physically hurt.
"the world cup. being the best striker. everything." his throat bobbed. "one mistake." he laughed shakily. "one fucking benching and now it feels like everything's over."
"rin."
"what if ego's right?"
the words came out before he could stop them. his face immediately twisted, like he hated himself for even saying it.
"what if i'm not enough?"
that was it. the thing he'd been trying so desperately not to admit.
you stood up and wrapped your arms around him before he could retreat. he froze at the contact. the contrast of his cold demeanor and your warm touch was stirring feelings in him that were foreign.
"rin."
"don't. please." his voice cracked again. "don't do this."
you only held him tighter. for a few seconds, he remained stiff. then his hands slowly grabbed the back of your shirt. and suddenly he broke. not loudly, rin wasn't the type. instead, his forehead dropped onto your shoulder. his fingers clenched your shirt desperately. and a few tears slipped free.
"i'm trying so hard." his voice came out so heartbreakingly small.
"i know."
"i'm trying so hard."
"i know."
"i don't want this to be the end."
your eyes burned as you stroked his hair gently. "it's not."
he shook his head. "you don't know that."
"i do."
"how?"
you pulled back just enough to look at him. "because you're rin itoshi."
he frowned immediately. "that's a stupid answer."
"it is."
"really stupid."
"the stupidest."
another tear slid down his cheek. you wiped it away.
"but it's true."
he looked away. you gently cupped his face and turned him back.
"rin, getting benched hurts."
he swallowed. "it feels awful." then his eyes dropped. "it feels humiliating."
"but one setback doesn't erase years of work."
his expression wavered.
"one bad chapter doesn't erase your entire story."
the room fell quiet.
"you know what i see?"
he didn't answer.
"i see someone who's exhausted." your thumb brushed across his cheek. "someone who's carrying the weight of his entire future on his shoulders."
his eyes softened.
"and i see someone who's so terrified of failing that he doesn't realize how far he's already come."
rin stared at you. you smiled sadly.
"the dream isn't gone."
his lips parted.
"you didn't lose it today."
more tears gathered in his eyes.
"you're still moving toward it."
his face crumpled, just a little.
"even if it doesn't feel like it."
for a moment, neither of you spoke. then rin leaned forward slowly, like he was afraid you'd disappear if he moved too fast. and buried his face against your shoulder again.
this time, he didn't fight the tears. he just held you and cried quietly while you stood there with your arms around him, holding together the pieces of him he couldn't carry alone.
outside, the arguments continued. the world kept moving. but inside the locker room, for just a little while, rin let himself stop being a striker. stop being a rival. stop being a prodigy. and simply be a boy whose dream had been shaken. a boy who needed someone to tell him that one bad day wasn't the end of everything.
and as your fingers ran through his hair, you whispered it again and again until he finally started to believe it.
Synopsis: Sometimes you’re meant to meet someone and let them leave. Their only purpose is to give you lessons you can grow and learn from. Well luckily for you, Rin refuses to believe that.
TW: Itoshi Rin X Reader (Blue Lock) Fluffy, short, angst/comfort, mention of fish dying, inspired by flipped, breaking up, angst with happy ending
Itoshi Rin wasn’t an unfamiliar name. He had been a part of your life for as long as you could remember. There had never been a day where the two of you were truly apart, always attached at the hip no matter where you went.
You were the only person at school who never thought he was weird, which made his parents absolutely adore you. In fact, you were the only real friend Rin had growing up—and no, Sae didn’t count. So naturally, after years of having your attention all to himself, Rin fell in love with you.
And he fell hard. The night he confessed was beneath the same tree the two of you always returned to whenever something important happened in your lives. The first trophy Rin ever won. The medal you received for being at the top of your class. The day the fish you had cared for since you were five years old died. Every milestone, every heartbreak, every achievement was spent beneath that tree in the park where you used to sit together and watch Rin practice soccer every day.
So it was no wonder how when it was torn down to build an apartment complex, it had devastated you. The usual hangout spot where both of you had spent your childhood and early adulthood was gone, it was like having a part of you ripped away. But time had a funny way of healing old wounds. You eventually let go of such heartbreaks and learned to move on, growing up and pursuing your passions. At least some things never change. Like how it was always you and Rin.
No matter how bad your guys fight or the distance between you whenever Rin has overseas games. It never changed the love you had for each other. You gave in and ended up following him, your job as a writer allowed you to have a schedule flexible enough to allow you to be anywhere while still accomplishing your work.
You both got older, going into your mid 20’s with societal pressure and thoughts of settling down. Silent thoughts. You both never dared to let them come to light, both too scared that by mentioning it out loud, it was like hammering the final nail into the coffin. Because how could you admit you love someone so much that it scares you. You both were at the prime of your careers, and so the idea of settling down was stupid.
Rin's soccer career was flourishing while your novels were gaining recognition. Settling down felt impractical. At least, that's what you both told yourselves. The truth was much simpler. You were cowards. The happy little bubble you built together bursted after a messy fight fueled from frustration, anxiety, and fear. Prompting you to book the first ticket home to Kamakura with a suitcase packed with all your stuff. Maybe some people were meant to come into your life and leave you with memories worth a lifetime only for them to end up being lessons. Oh how you wished that wasn’t the ending between you and Rin.
2 weeks later you opened the door standing in your pajamas, hair still messy from just waking up. But much to your shock you found the last person you were ever expecting to be there. Rin was there holding a bouquet of flowers and chocolates with eyes that told you more than any words could ever explain.
“Get changed, I'm taking you out.”
He didn’t explain much about why he was there or why he practically shoved you into the shower while he picked your outfit from your closet. He looked exhausted, a man drained emotionally and physically. You could tell from how tense his shoulders were and how his eyebags were drooping like he hasn’t slept well in weeks.
He didn’t explain where he was taking you too either, the silence of the car ride suffocating in the way only both of you knew how to deal with but refuse to acknowledge. He led you to a secluded area away from prying eyes, this was close to your guys old school, you recognized. Why here and now? As cliche as it was he covered your eyes as you got closer to your destination.
“I know I’ve been a lukewarm boyfriend to you these past few months but I want you to know there isn’t anyone else I love but you..” He whispered before lifting his hands from your eyes
You let out an audible gasp from the sight, right there was a big sakura tree in full bloom. Just like the one you both used to kiss under when you were teens. You couldn’t help breaking down, your emotions tumbling out of you as thousands of old memories resurfaced.
“Rin! That kick today was awesome!”
“Congrats on the medal, you deserved it from all your hardwork.”
“I’ll always be here, striker. Don’t mind your brother, keep dreaming big.”
“I’ve always loved you since we were kids.”
“I’ve loved you since then too.”
Rin pulled you into a hug from behind, the feelings he had bottled up came pouring out as he cried silently into your neck before he guided you beneath the tree explaining how he planted this since your teen days when the original tree had been taken down. Making you cry even more at his confession, knowing he only did it for you because you were upset.
You turned around for only a second to admire the tree’s bark, your fingers pressing against it and trying to memorize the feeling. When you turned to face Rin what happened next was unexpected, he was already down on one knee holding out a diamond ring to you. Your breath got caught in your throat, your knees feeling weak as he began his speech.
“(Y/n), spend the rest of your life with me. I can’t promise you I’ll be the perfect man but I’ll do my best trying to make you happy everyday. There isn’t anyone I’d rather spend my days with than you, you’re my only friend and lover. So will you marry me?”
The screams of joy coming from you relieved him as you quickly spouted out a series of yes’. The tears that had dried up earlier came rushing right back down as it was your turn to pull him into a tight hug, kissing him and pouring in all the love you had to offer. He immediately reciprocated and slid the ring onto your fourth finger, sealing the deal between the two of you. The fears in the back of your minds faded away as you both promised to commit yourselves wholly to one another. Just like you had and always will.
A/n: Super short and impulsive cuz I wrote this in less than 2 hours without any sleep gg. Low-key got inspired by the movie flipped for this.
Synopsis: The world ended on a Monday. Between the infected, collapsing cities, and the constant fight to survive, falling in love was the last thing you expected—especially when that love came in the form of Rin Itoshi.
TW: Itoshi Rin x F!Reader (Blue Lock) Zombie Apocalypse AU, violence, gore, badass reader, soldier reader, nonchalant reader, emotionless reader, blood, cannibalism, survival horror, military themes, guns, swearing/profanities
Synopsis: At 0600 hours, your biggest concern was surviving math class. By noon, your classmates were dead, Tokyo was burning, and the world had ended. Welcome to Day One.
TW: Itoshi Rin x F!Reader (Blue Lock) Zombie Apocalypse AU, violence, gore, badass reader, nonchalant reader, emotionless reader, blood
Blue Lock: Outbreak (Series Masterlist)
This morning was the same old as usual, you woke up at 0600 on the dot. Not six-oh-one. Not five-fifty-nine. Exactly 0600 hours. You pushed yourself upright and immediately began making your bed. Every corner had to be tucked properly. No wrinkles or loose sheets. Your father hated loose sheets so you made sure to make it extra tight else you face losing different sorts of privileges. Once that was done, you headed for the bathroom, showered, brushed your teeth, and changed into your school uniform. Your hair perfectly slicked back into a pony tail with nothing out of place. By the time you came downstairs, the house was just as quiet as it always was. Breakfast was simple, rice, eggs, and miso soup. Simple. Efficient. Filling.
The TV in the background had the news reporter talking about increased police activity and riots this morning but you didn’t really listen. They didn’t block your usual path to school so it didn’t really affect you and if it really was important then your father would’ve known about it and handled it long before the news could report it. But aside from that unusual report, it was a pretty normal morning, the birds chirped happily as you walked to the train station and did your normal commute. The sun was even shining brightly with only a few clouds in sight as the birds chirped a happy song in the background. Pretty boring and normal day for a 15 year old huh?
At school things weren’t any different either, just the same old boring math lessons that made you want to slit your own throat rather than listen to another teacher yap about quadratic equations or whatever that was. But that didn’t deter you from listening the best as you could, after all any grade below perfect would be considered as failing in your fathers eyes. Though as you glanced at the clock at the top of the whiteboard and realized how much time was really left until your next class came, it made you groan in annoyance. You’d rather have PE right now, at least that wouldn’t bore you.
Well as bored as you were, things soon became more interesting as a loud crash outside the school disturbed the lesson. Everyone turned their heads to watch as the car flipped over outside the window and slid directly into a street light, exploding immediately and burning the passengers inside along with it. Shocks of gasps rang throughout the room as you noticed people on the streets began running everywhere. Your classmates started pulling out their phones even after your teacher scolded them and began recording the horrific scenes displayed.
Tensions grew high inside the room as the classrooms besides you started screaming. It was confusing. What exactly was going on? Wasn’t today just supposed to be a normal day? Some girls in the back started crying in panic and anxiety and it didn’t help, only causing widespread panic as people got up from their seats looking around frantically, some even calling their parents begging to go home.
Ding dong…!
Ding dong…!
Ding dong…!
Everyone became silent when the announcement rang— static voices through the school's speaker system turned frantic quickly, as the school’s secretary’s voice finally came out clear. She trembled, voice wailing like a child which made you silently cringed as her yelling only became louder and more desperate. “T-This is not a drill! A-All students are to stay inside of their classrooms immediately! The government has announced a state of emergency throughout the entire city! W-We are currently under martial law! T-Teachers, stay inside with your students! Barricade the doors, lock the windows, don't open them for anyone! I repeat, d-don't open them for anyone! D-Don't help those who are exhibiting violent behavior! Stay inside and wait for emergency personnel to—” The last of her voice was cut off so suddenly and the last thing we heard on the intercom was the echoing of her screams.
During the announcement you could hear screams, groans, and banging on the door in the background. It sounded both human but at the same time, inhumane? It sounded completely wrong. Your eyes darted to your teachers as he took in the announcement and made his move, dashing to the door with the intention of barricading it to protect the students he swore to teach and protect. But it was no use since he was too late, that’s why he was always the math teacher and never offered the gym coach position. Before he could fully slam the door shut, the heavy stomps of feet skidded and stopped right outside our door which granted a couple of screams. That only seemed to fuel the monster's rage.
A person, if you could even call it that, emerged from behind. The way it pushed open the door made you raise your eyebrows as you looked at them. They weren’t an unfamiliar person, in fact it was the school’s known prankster, a kind young boy who though smaller than most of his peers compensated for it with his huge personality. But who he was didn’t bother you, nor the fact that you both greeted each other good morning just today. It was the fact that you’ve been partners with him in gym class before and you know better than anyone else that this boy couldn’t lift anything heavy for the life of him.
So how come he was able to slam open the door so hard that it sent your teacher flying back on the floor. The boy stood there heaving and wheezing. His eyes blood shot red as drool dripped continuously from his mouth. He looked more like an animal than an actual human being. His clothes were torn apart in different areas and blood was spilling onto the floor from his right side, a prominent bite mark was engraved into his skin— wait doesn’t that bite look resemble human teeth marks?
Then again it didn’t really matter, since what happened next was a blur. The boy seemed to resist whatever he was fighting inside of him, banging his head on the whiteboard and seizing in a standing position until his pupils turned from brown to milky white. It was only then did he growl, the most animalistic growl you’ve ever heard a human make, it mirrored a predator about to attack their prey.
Your teacher, still on the ground clutching his shoulder which he seemed to have injured, tried to escape, pushing himself back with his feet, his fight or flight instinct triggered when the boy who made you laugh once lunged and attacked your teacher, pinning him down and going for his neck. Teeth sinking in deeply as everyone started screaming and running to the back or sides of the class, pressing their bodies against the wall as though that would save them. The chairs and tables screeched in the nastiest ways as they were dragged alongside the panic.
It was a horrifying sight that made some of the students throw up and hyperventilate. Well everyone except you who sat in your seat perfectly in the center of the classroom, still observing the situation with mild interest. Finally something was happening in your life. The boy pinning down your teacher, tore off a large chunk of his neck, the jugular veins coming along with it. Making blood splatter all over the classroom, you made sure to flip up your desk to cover you from most of the damage, only your shoes and socks receiving some of the aftermath. But that couldn’t be compared to the students on the sides near them, they weren't spared from the massacre.
That was only the beginning though, the back door of the class pushed open and in came more students pouring in who were in the same state as the boy in front. Only this time they didn’t take their time, they just lunged at the closest person next to them.
Screams rang throughout the room and you didn’t even bother to move, only tilting your head as though you were bored. This was why everyone in school deemed you as the weird kid, you had little to no empathy. But to you they were just a bunch of nobodies who didn’t know how to use their brains so why would you associate with them? Your father never knew what the future held so he prepared you for the worst, and well this apocalyptic beginning wasn’t something either of you had anticipated.
‘When people panic, they stop thinking. The first person who keeps their head is usually the one who survives. So don’t be stupid.’ The words of your father echoed in your head. Those words were something you lived by, your father always knew better and instilled in you to always observe and use your brain before jumping in blindly into any situation and immediately making an impulsive move.
Look at the situation and assess your best shot at survival. Weigh out your options and make the smart choice. Calm yourself down and do not panic. A pretty normal thing for a father to teach his daughter, if only the circumstances and reason behind them were actually normal. ‘Looks like whatever this is has similar symptoms to rabies. One bite and this infection spreads rapidly.’ You thought to yourself and made a decision to head home.
Everyone panicked as they ran for it, trying to escape the horrors only to ultimately get pinned down and bitten, soon becoming infected just like everyone else. The classmates you’ve known for years started turning on each other, the infection spreading faster and taking over the host the more it became viral. Turning around to grab your bag, you notice that one of the infected’s attention turned on you. When it tried to lunge at you, only then did you make your move. Grabbing the chair you were just sitting on, you swung it hard against the girl who used to hide your pens. Effectively slamming her against the wall.
Another boy from front of the class who had already turned ran at you at full speed, he snarled and jumped making an attempt for your neck when you grabbed your entire desk, flipping it up and blocking his way, smacking him so hard that he fell on his back to the ground, the wind knocked out from his lungs. You were sure that it should've taken him a minute to recover but he was only on the ground for one second and got back up like it didn’t affect him at all. ‘Well, that’s not good.’ You realized this isn’t a fight you can win alone as more infected made their way to you.
Weapon, you needed something to stop this, you quickly opened your bag and pulled out your pencil case. It’ll have to do for the time being, it was a fight to get to the window. Since you were on the first floor which already led to outside school, you could easily make a break from there. But several infected were blocking the area, some of your classmates ran outside through the door using the chaos to their advantage, but most of them weren’t so lucky. Which meant that there was an overflowing amount of infected who were after you. You opened your pencil case and grabbed a pen and drove it straight into their eye as one infected tried to attack you from behind. It stopped them, they fell on their knees and didn’t get up again.
Bingo. So these things could be stopped, the only thing is that you were quickly running out of pens to use. And it didn’t help how these creatures seemed stronger than they were when they were still humans. You punched and narrowly managed to avoid teeths as you grabbed a fallen chair from the side and threw it at the window, using it as an escape.
You ran for it, your bag and skirt swinging through the wind behind you as you let the adrenaline take over. ‘Is it right to abandon them all?’ You looked back at the school for a second and contemplated if ditching the people there was an act of cowardice or survival. The place in which you spent most of your life became smaller and smaller as the distance grew greater between you. The classroom you spent half a year in learning and growing, becoming a forgotten memory in the past as the once pristine white walls were now stained in crimson red. The laughs that used to echo in the hallways were now screams of pure terror.
The people you’ve surrounded yourself with since your childhood days were dying— have died at the choice and cost of you observing and not helping. You acknowledge that some part of it you were at fault knowing that if you had moved quicker to rip off the boy from your teacher before he had made a move to bite him, maybe he’d still be alive and normal right now. Or maybe if you had closed the back door quickly then maybe your classmates would still be alive. Then again they never even asked you for help. But that sort of mindset would make your father call you stupid and weak.
Maybe it was because you were a teenager and entering your rebellious phase, but sometimes you think your father’s methods in life are wrong. But then again, his way of life was what kept you alive and in this moment, in the beginning of the apocalypse maybe that was the only important thing. To stay alive and see another day until we find a way to stop whatever this was and return humanity back to its original state. Well one thing’s for certain, your boring morning today just turned a whole lot more interesting.
Taking the train to go back home was out of the question, the underground station would probably be the perfect place for these creatures to be crawling in. Tokyo had the biggest and busiest station of all and it didn’t help that today was a Monday making the subways more packed than they already were. Hundreds of people gathered in an enclosed space was like asking for a death wish. So you had no choice but to run home and running 30km straight home wasn’t an impossible feat but it was incredibly hard when you were trying to dodge people who were trying to bite you at every second.
Your school supplies had long been depleted and you were using anything at this point as a weapon, while simultaneously trying to find a mode of transportation and observing the onslaught before you. By this time you had run the whole 17km, you were more than halfway home without taking any breaks in between. You were glad you had your father’s harsh training to thank because if not for that you doubted you could run that far or last this long at least.
‘Seconds, or maybe even a minute or two. That’s all it took for what I assumed was a viral infection to spread. Maybe the placement of the bite also affected the spread rate?’ You weren’t a scientist or anything but you weren’t dumb either, you kept on observing and jotting down mental notes of things that you theorized and would have to confirm later on.
Outside the school wasn’t looking that good either. If the school was overrun quickly you could only imagine how Tokyo and the districts surrounding it were handling the situation. The school wasn’t placed exactly in the heart of Tokyo, but you’d have to pass by it in order to reach home, since you lived in the opposite direction in the outskirts. So it usually took a while to get to school and back but your father insisted that it was good for your discipline and character. Besides, he preferred private schools, no matter how inconvenient the distance was.
People were on top of each other fighting, biting and infecting each other. Those actions were on repeat over and over again. I was starting to get sick of the metallic scent but it didn’t bother me that much. Though, you thought maybe the sight of it might’ve— should’ve frightened you a bit more. This infection couldn’t be contained with how rapidly it spread and the nature it was built on. Unlike the COVID pandemic, this situation couldn’t be handled by washing hands properly or wearing masks. No, whatever this was… It wasn’t going to be that simple to recover from this unless someone could come up with a cure.
As you ran more, your legs became more exhausted and feet were hurting, the school loafers you used were definitely not made for running. You could see police and military personnel defense stations set up and being easily overrun by the undead, which worried you as it meant this was too much for the government to handle. You worried about your family’s safety, especially your father’s. But you couldn’t focus on that right now, you had to be careful and dodge the stray bullets that shot everywhere and focus on survival.
It was pure chaos, somewhere behind you a building exploded as an airplane crashed right into it. Making the whole thing crash down and knock some other buildings in the process like dominos. Everyone was running away from it, trying to get crushed but a lot of people were unlucky. Everyone was busy trying to fend for themselves as they turned against each other.
With the normal heavy traffic, it prompted most people to get out of their car and run, causing more chaos on the street and hundreds of cars to be abandoned. You could’ve used the abandoned cars to drive home if only had it not been trapped by hundreds of more vehicles. It was a dead end at the moment so you had no choice but to abandon that plan and stick to running.
There was a clearing, an area where not so many cars were gathered which made it perfect to make a gate away if you could just find a car to use. A girl with blonde hair jumped from behind you and you couldn’t dodge that easily since another person was being attacked right besides you. So in response you grabbed the girl by the hair and ripped her off before she could sink her teeth into you. You kicked her square in the chest back to where you had been standing just moments ago when… Boom!
A navy blue bus with a strange hexagon logo on it, swerved from the streets avoiding another incoming truck headed straight for them. Which made them head straight to where you were standing earlier, to which the infected girl who was about to lunge at you again got hit by the bus instead. ‘Shit, that was close.’ Inconveniently the loud noise coming from the crash gathered more of the creature's attention. Going straight for you, you scanned the area quickly for any open doors when you saw a van with the driver's seat wide open.
Funny, you don’t think any officers would be pulling you over and asking why an underage girl like you was driving without a drivers license. The bus from earlier overturned to the side and you half expected it to explode but luckily for the people inside it didn’t. You could hear doors and windows being forced open as the passengers ran out in different directions trying to find shelter and not get killed. Well not your problem.
You ran again towards the van, it was a little distance but you could make it when another car came passing through. You dodged barely on time and narrowly missed being hit again, there was too much going on that it was hard to both coordinate your mind and movements. The car ended up hitting another infected on its way to crashing, and while the infected was pinned down it didn’t stop squirming around trying to escape to hunt down and feed again on human flesh.
Seeing the opportunity arise, you made dashed for it. Only then did you finally make it into the van, slamming the door shut behind you and locking it. Making sure there was no one else in there with you. The coast was clear, there wasn’t anything living in there with you, you let your shoulders loosen slightly so you could catch your breath for a second from all that running. In the back of the van there were signs of a struggle earlier, a bloody hand print left pressed on the window, still fresh and dripping. The back seats were messed up, making you assume that someone became infected and started attacking the other passengers during the drive prompting everyone else to abandon ship and make it run for it.
Well too bad for them. One man's trash was another's treasure. You instinctively reached to turn the keys but it was missing, you checked the ground in case it had fallen or something. You searched around the driver’s seat one last time, checking beneath the seats, the center console, and even the sun visor. Nothing. A small sigh escaped your lips. Of course it couldn't be that easy, you’ll need to hot wire it if you want to get home. Fortunately, that wasn't a problem. Most daughters probably didn't know how to steal a vehicle before they were old enough to drive one, but most daughters weren't raised by a man who believed every useful skill could one day become necessary.
‘Dependence gets people killed.’ Another one of your father's favorite lessons.You got down on your knees and ripped off the plastic panel from underneath the steering wheel. Dropping to your knees, you ripped away the plastic panel beneath the steering wheel and exposed the tangled mess of wires hidden behind it. The process wasn't particularly difficult. It was just annoying. Outside the van, chaos continued to unfold. You ignored it. Panicking wouldn't make your hands move faster.
Your fingers worked through the wires methodically, separating them according to color while trying to remember the exact instructions drilled into your head years ago. Back then you had complained endlessly about learning something so stupid. Now you were silently grateful. You were in deep concentration and almost got the engine to start when your flow state was disturbed by banging fists. You looked up from the wires and found bright teal blue eyes glaring at you down. He was still human as far as you could tell, and no visible marks of any bites or exhibiting any symptoms. There was some blood that stained his navy blue sports uniform but you doubted it belonged to him. Clearly he was an athlete, great just what you needed.
“Open the door!” The boy yelled, desperately yanking at the passenger-side handle as though sheer force alone would somehow convince it to unlock.
Another boy sporting the same uniform ran after him. “Rin!” he called out, his midnight-blue hair tousled and sticking to his forehead from sweat. He shot a quick glance at his companion before turning toward you, panic written all over his face as he attempted a more reasonable approach. “Please! Help us! We won't cause any trouble!”
You don’t know what exactly compelled you to help these strangers than your own classmates that you’ve practically known your entire life. Maybe it was because they had actually approached you and asked for help rather than running around aimlessly like headless chickens, only stalling for what in the end was inevitable. Or maybe it was simply because they looked more useful alive than dead. Either way, you unlocked the passenger door and returned your attention to the exposed wiring beneath the steering wheel. Only, that single act of kindness seemed to open the floodgates.
The moment the first two boys climbed inside, they immediately began calling out to their other friends. One after another, more teenagers sprinted towards the van and piled inside without so much as asking for permission. You hadn't exactly offered the vehicle as a public shelter, yet they treated it as one regardless. The realization irritated you far more than it should have. Having people depend on you was a burden you never actively sought out.
In came a couple more other guys, you didn’t even bother to check them out or how many they were. Focusing on finishing the task at hand so you could escape this hell hole quickly. The overturned bus from earlier had drawn the majority of the infected toward it, buying everyone a temporary window of opportunity. Soon enough, that window was closing and by the time the last survivor scrambled inside the van. Dozens of infected had already spotted the group especially considering the survivors you took in came from that very bus. Their creatures' heads snapped toward the vehicle before they charged forward at full speed. Making it harder to concentrate and start the engine already.
The van shook as several bodies collided against its sides, “Hurry up! They’re coming for us!” The boy who I assumed was named Rin barked from the passenger seat beside you.
Despite the urgency in his voice, you barely reacted. Instead, you lazily flicked your gaze toward him before returning your attention to the wiring, “Do you know how to hotwire and drive a manual car?”
His eye twitched as he muttered profanities underneath his breath, "...No."
"Then don't tell me how to do my job." A vein visibly popped on his forehead.
From the back of the van, another voice cut through the growing tension.
"Please hurry!" A purple-haired boy shouted, panic evident in every word. "They're everywhere!" As if to emphasize his point, another infected slammed itself against the side of the vehicle hard enough to rock the entire van.
“If I get bitten can I still take a nap after this?” And you thought you were a bit unhinged, though it couldn’t compare to the white haired boy
With one last twist, the wires sparked, electrocuting you a bit prompting you to shake your hands as if that would help. The car roared to life— catching even more attention nearby, some infected left in the midst of their meals in favor of us. You guessed these boys were really popular among the people, huh? The deserted corpses' guts were spilled everywhere and it wasn’t a really pretty sight. You had half the mind to threaten to kick out some of the boys as they almost hurled from the traumatizing scene, their stomachs not able to handle such horrors.
Children, women, and men. No one was spared from their wrath. The metallic scent of blood filled your nostrils again but you were starting to get used to it, and though it was highly unpleasant but you’ll live. You stared straight at the road and drove directly into the infected, crashing into them without batting an eye as the sounds of bones shattering could be heard. You wanted to go home quickly with the intent of going after your father.
For the first time since everything began, there was peace. Not real peace. The kind of peace that came from being sealed inside a moving vehicle while the world burned outside. The infected couldn't reach you for now. The screams were muffled behind glass and metal. The smell of blood that had followed you throughout the city wasn't as overwhelming anymore. For a brief moment, all you could hear was the steady hum of the engine and the occasional nervous breathing coming from the boys behind you.
It felt strange. Just this morning, your biggest concern had been surviving another math lesson and making it home before your father found a reason to complain about something. Now your classmates are dead. Your teacher was dead. Grades didn’t matter anymore. The school you'd spent years attending was likely overrun by now, reduced to another forgotten building swallowed by the chaos spreading across Tokyo.
You wondered briefly how many people were still alive. How many parents were searching for their children? How many children were searching for their parents. How many people were currently watching someone they loved turn into one of those things? The thought lingered for only a moment before you pushed it away. There wasn't any point dwelling on things you couldn't change. Father hated that. The road stretched endlessly ahead of you as the city slowly disappeared behind the van. The smoke rising into the sky became smaller and smaller with distance, though you doubted the images would leave your mind anytime soon. Behind you sat six complete strangers.
A few hours ago, you hadn't known any of them existed. Now their lives were tied to yours. Just as yours had become tied to theirs. Whether any of you would survive long enough to see tomorrow was anyone's guess. Funny how quickly things changed. Still, as you tightened your grip on the steering wheel and continued driving toward home, one thing became painfully clear. Whatever happened tomorrow was a problem for tomorrow. For now, everyone inside the van was alive. And in a world that seemed determined to take everything else away, that was enough.
A/n: I have never speed run writing something this long lol But I’m happy with the way this turned out. This is still more like the prologue and introduction so there’s still a long way to go. Anyways hope you guys enjoyed this!
hugo wasn’t average in height or build. among the players on the french U-20 team, he was considered one of the bigger ones, with a broad and bulky frame that made him stand out. seeing his thick muscles from every angle, especially those wide shoulders of his, was something you couldn’t help but admire.
but you never told him that. you didn’t need to, anyway. he already knew from the way your eyes lingered on him every chance you got. and really, who were you to complain?
because hugo could easily pick you up with just one arm, could carry you whenever your legs ached after a long, exhausting day, and would do practically anything you asked of him. his strength wasn’t something he showed off, but rather something he used to take care of you.
which explained how much you loved when you two were having an intimate moment. because hugo’s fingers were obviously bigger than yours, so the moment he’d finger you— you’d go insane.
you'd always end up making noises you weren't aware you could make. you'd be arching your back, fingernails digging into his back, legs wrapping around his waist. you'd be so loud that he'd have to kiss you with his mouth, swallowing your moans with his tongue.
hugo would be above you, his large body pressing yours into the bed. his fingers curving inside you, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. his thumb pressing down on your clit, circling it roughly. he watches as your mouth hung open, eyes rolling back. he knew he was hitting that spot perfectly when your legs started trembling and you began to sweat.
he loved that he could make you lose control like this.
you moaned, releasing on his fingers. he smiled against your mouth, swallowing your cries of pleasure. he slowly pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean.
he released his fingers with a pop, his eyes darkened with desire as he looked down at you. "you taste so fucking good, mon amour," he whispered, his voice rough with need. he positioned himself between your legs, his thick length pressing against your entrance.
he slowly pushed himself inside, his large size stretching you open. he went slow at first, letting you adjust to him. once he was fully seated, he paused, his forehead resting against yours. "tu es si serré," (you’re so tight,) he groaned, his accent thickened by his arousal.
your breath hitches as you whimpered. he pulls back almost all the way before thrusting back in, setting a slow but deep rhythm that has you seeing stars again. each thrust hits your deepest spot, making you gasp and moan louder. his hands grip your hips, lifting your ass slightly to change the angle, going even deeper. "that's it, mon cœur."
his eyes were fixed on where his body met yours. he loved seeing your belly bounce with each thrust he gave. it turned him on so much that he'd often change positions just to see it. he'd put you on all fours and watch his cock disappear inside you, making your round stomach bounce.
his eyes were fixed on where he was connected with you, watching as his length disappeared inside your body. he loved seeing this sight, loved seeing your belly bulge out slightly as he filled you up. he picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent. he reached down and grabbed your legs, throwing them over his shoulders, allowing him to go even deeper.
he groaned deeply as he felt you tighten around him, your orgasm triggering his own release. he came inside you with a powerful thrust, filling you up completely as he held you close against him. his face buried in the crook of your neck as he breathed heavily against your skin.
NOTE: I was planning on a short one but this actually became a bit of a monster. I just think hybrids are so cutesy. Also this has been collecting dust in my drafts for so long so I’m glad I can finally post it 😭 lmk if theirs an interest in more parts (or more characters…)
The "Second Chance Foundation" was a high-end, end-of-life care organization for rescued hybrids, creatures who had been chewed up and spat out by the darkest corners of the world.
Being well-off meant you had the resources to provide a luxurious, peaceful retirement for a hybrid in need. You had come today simply hoping to give comfort to a soul that needed it, and becuase living by yourself has started to get a bit lonely.
Most rooms held elderly canine hybrids snoozing in the sun, or gentle feline hybrids who offered soft, melancholic blinks as you passed.
Then, you reached the isolation corridor at the very end.
The plaque on the heavy, reinforced door read Stall 10: RIN.
Unlike the cozy, nested spaces of the other residents, the scene behind the reinforced glass of Stall 10 was a disaster zone. The Plush blankets, the kind meant to soothe aching joints, had been shredded into useless, fluffy confetti. The heavy wooden enrichment blocks were splintered, clawed to absolute ruin.
In the furthest, darkest corner of the room sat the culprit.
He was a rare breed of hybrid, feline, sleek, and dangerously large. His midnight-teal hair fell over sharp, hooded eyes that gleamed, he was clearly defensive. Two dark, tufted ears were pinned flat against his head. A long, ringed tail lashed rhythmically against the floor, a ticking time bomb of agitation.
But the most striking, heartbreaking detail was his face. Or what was on it.
A heavy, leather-and-wire muzzle was strapped securely over his jaw, forcing his mouth shut.
"Ah, you're looking at Rin," a soft voice spoke up. You turned to see a tired-looking staff attendant carrying a clipboard, a sympathetic look on their face.
"What happened in there?" you asked quietly, gesturing to the ruined bedding.
The attendant sighed, flipping through some kind of files.
"He’s a very rare, incredibly volatile predator species. We rescued him from an underground fighting ring called 'Blue Lock.' It was a brutal place, hybrids were forced to fight to the death for human entertainment. Rin was one of their top performers. He was actually rescued alongside his older brother, Sae."
You blinked, surprised. "Sae? The one who was adopted by Shido— I mean football player last month?"
"The very same," the attendant nodded. "But while Sae adapted quickly and learned to manipulate—er, navigate —human society to get what he wanted, Rin hasn’t been showing the same aptitude. He went the opposite direction. He’s completely closed himself off. We’re thinking it was the fighting rink, and when Sae left, Rin's issues turned into pure aggression. He destroys every comfort we give him, and he refuses to eat unless left entirely alone."
You looked back through the glass. Rin hadn't broken eye contact with you. He looked miserable, furious, and terribly lonely, trapped behind a barrier and a muzzle.
"Can I go inside?" you asked, turning back to the attendant. "Just to sit with him for a moment?"
The attendant’s eyes widened, and they immediately shook their head, stepping between you and the door.
"Absolutely not. I'm sorry, but we have to decline that request. Usually, we encourage adopters to interact directly with the hybrids, but Rin is a special exception. He’s muzzled for a reason. He’s incredibly dangerous, and the moment that door opens, he will lung to kill. I'm afraid he's just... unadoptable."
Through the glass, as if he knew exactly what the human was saying about him, Rin bared his teeth behind the wire mesh of his muzzle, letting out a low, vibrating growl that shook the windowpane.
—
Despite the attendant’s grim warning, you couldn’t get Rin out of your head. For the next three days, you returned to the Second Chance Foundation at the exact same hour. The staff still wouldn’t let you inside his stall, but you simply brought a comfortable cushion, sat right on the linoleum floor outside Stall 10, and worked on your tablet or read a book, keeping him quiet company.
At first, Rin ignored you, keeping his back turned and his tufted ears pinned flat. By the second day, he was watching you from his corner. By the third day, the low, hostile growls had subsided into a tense, wary silence. He was still a tense coiled spring, but he was no longer treating you like an immediate threat.
On the fourth morning, you arrived to find the isolation corridor thick with a heavy, suffocating tension. The staff attendant who had first spoken to you was standing outside Rin's door, looking pale and holding a specialized sedative pole.
"What's going on?" you asked, a sudden knot forming in your stomach.
The attendant looked at you, a mixture of guilt and exhaustion in their eyes. "I'm sorry Miss. It's Rin's monthly evaluation. Under sanctuary guidelines, if a high-risk hybrid shows zero signs of rehabilitation or behavioral improvement within their term, and poses a continuous lethal threat to staff... they have to be humanely put down. His time is up today."
Inside the room, Rin seemed to sense the shifting energy. He was on his feet, his long tail lashing violently, his chest heaving behind the leather straps of his muzzle as he stared at the sedation equipment. He looked terrified, masked by a desperate, feral rage. He knew what was coming.
"No you can’t," you said firmly, stepping between the attendant and the door. "He isn't unadoptable. He just needs a reason to stop being like this. Let me take him."
"We can't just—"
"I have the financial resources, I have a secure estate, and I have the time," you interrupted, your voice leaving no room for argument. "If he stays here, he dies. If he comes with me, he has a chance. Give me the paperwork."
The attendant hesitated, looking from your determined expression to the, hybrid pacing behind the glass. With a heavy sigh, they lowered the sedative pole. "You'll have to sign a full liability waiver. If he hurts you, the foundation is not responsible."
"Bring it.”
The legal process was a blur of warnings and frantic signing. The staff reluctantly processed the adoption papers, treating the transaction more like anything but a standard pet adoption.
"Listen to me carefully," the attendant said, handing you the keys to a heavy-duty transport crate after you signed the final page. "Because of his history in Blue Lock, sudden changes will trigger his fight-or-flight reflex. You must move him into his new environment slowly. Keep him in a secure, isolated room of your house first. Do not try to take the muzzle off until he willingly lets you approach, or he will take your hand off. Let him realize he's safe on his own terms."
A few minutes later, three heavily armored handlers managed to guide a sedated, but still weakly snapping Rin into the secure transport vehicle. As the doors locked, you looked through the small grated window of the crate. His eyes were half-lidded from the drugs, glaring up at you with a heartbreaking look. He thought he was being taken to another fighting ring, or worse, his execution.
You took a deep breath, putting the car in drive. "Hang in there, Rin," you whispered to the rearview mirror. “I’m taking you home.”
—
The drive home was quiet, save for the low, drug-induced rumbles echoing from the transport crate in the back. Once home, it took the handlers nearly an hour of meticulous coordination to transfer Rin into his new room. You’d chosen a spacious, sunlit guest room on the ground floor, entirely retrofitted for his arrival.
Every piece of furniture was heavy and rounded, devoid of sharp edges or glass. The closet was fully stocked with soft, oversized loungewear, and the walls were decorated in calming, neutral tones. But most importantly, before the handlers left, you had insisted on one modification. You couldn't legally remove his restraint yet, but you absolutely refused to let him wear that barbaric, rusty wire contraption from the sanctuary.
A few hours later, the heavy silence of the room broke.
Rin stirred, his long, ringed tail twitching before his eyes snapped open. The sedative had finally worn off. Instantly, he scrambled backward into the corner of the room, his back hitting the wall as his ears pinned flat against his midnight-teal hair. His chest heaved as he took in his surroundings, the carpets, the space, and the lack of iron bars.
Then, his claws flew to his face.
His fingers brushed against lightweight, breathable silicone and padded leather. It was a different muzzle, one that didn't pinch his skin, giving him just enough room to breathe comfortably, though his jaw was still securely bound.
Hearing his frantic movements, you gently pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Rin instantly went rigid. A low, vibrating snarl rumbled in his chest, his eyes flashing with a warning.
"Hey," you said softly, staying right by the doorway. In your hands, you were clumsily clutching a thick binder—the Advanced Apex Hybrid Care Guide—and you were flipping through the pages so rapidly that a few loose sheets almost fluttered to the floor.
You looked down at the book, squinting, then looked up at him, attempting to follow the "Hostile Introduction" protocol. You lowered your shoulders, averted your eyes slightly to appear non-threatening, and took a slow, deliberate breath.
"Okay, let's see..." you mumbled to yourself, clearing your throat. You looked back at Rin. "Um. How does the new muzzle feel? Is it okay?"
Rin didn't move an inch, his gaze locked on you like a hawk tracking prey.
You offered a small, melancholic smile, gesturing faintly to his face. "I really wished I could have just taken it off completely. I asked them, but... the foundation rules are strict, and they wouldn't let me leave without it. The most they'd let me do was buy a more comfortable one from their medical store. I hope it's at least better than the last one."
Silence. Rin didn't reply, his jaw locked tight beneath the silicone strap, his tail continuing its angry, rhythmic slap against the floor.
Accepting that this would be a slow process, you didn't push any further.
You brought a soft cushion over to the furthest corner of the room, well out of his striking range, and sat down. You spent the entire afternoon right there. You read through the guidebook, occasionally trying to interact with him by rolling a soft enrichment ball across the carpet or speaking in a calm, ambient monologue about your day, but Rin remained a frozen statue, tracking your every breath.
When evening fell, you left the room briefly and returned with a heavy ceramic plate. The sanctuary had given you his specific dietary requirements, premium raw carnivore cuts that cost a small fortune, completely different from the cheap, generic mush he'd been fed at the fighting rink.
You set the plate down halfway between you and his corner, sliding it forward before backing away to your spot by the door.
Rin looked at the food, his nostrils flaring as the rich, scent hit him. His stomach gave an audible, betraying growl. Yet, he didn't budge. He glared at you, refusing to lower his guard or show vulnerability by eating in front of a human.
Seeing his hesitation, you flipped through the care guide once more, your eyes scanning the text. 'Rule 4: Do not hover during feeding. Fear-aggressive hybrids view observation as a threat of theft.'
"Right, got it," you murmured. You closed the binder and gripped the doorknob, giving Rin a warm, encouraging look. "I'm going to leave you alone to eat. Eat up and get strong again, okay? Once you're comfortable, we can finally go outside. I have a big backyard, and there's a really quiet park down the road we can visit."
With that, you stepped out and softly clicked the door shut behind you.
Left in total isolation, Rin waited for three full minutes, listening closely to ensure your footsteps had faded down the hall. Only then did he creep forward, his movements silent. He approached the plate cautiously, sniffing it before taking a tentative bite.
It was, without a doubt, the best thing he had ever tasted. The meat was fresh, tender, satisfying a deep, primal hunger he hadn't realized he had. He devoured the meal in a matter of minutes, licking the thing entirely clean.
Full, warm, and exhausted from the residual sedation, Rin dragged his long heavy limbs over to the massive, King-sized bed in the center of the room. He hesitated, clawing at the thick duvet as if expecting it to trap him, but as he gingerly climbed on top, the sheer, cloud-like softness of the mattress enveloped him.
He curled into a tight ball, his tufted ears finally relaxing just a fraction. As his eyelids grew heavy and sleep began to pull him under, his last lingering thought was of you, your clumsy guidebook, and your soft voice.
What a weird human, Rin thought faintly, burying his muzzle into the plush fabric. Stupidly lukewarm.
—
Weeks bled into a steady, comfortable routine.
Every morning, you would enter his room with the care guide tucked under your arm, more out of habit now than actual necessity, and every morning, Rin would watch you with those sharp, midnight-teal eyes. But the lethal tension in his shoulders was gone. His long, ringed tail no longer lashed against the floor in anger; instead, it twitched with a subtle, curious rhythm.
Slowly but surely, the distance between you shrunk. First it was a few inches, then a few feet, until finally, Rin allowed you to sit on the opposite side of the same rug while he ate. He no longer waited for you to leave the room, though he still kept his ears angled toward you, monitoring your movements as he neatly finished his meal. (Which you found that he liked to stay neat.)
Because of this immense progress, you were able to periodically unbuckle the silicone muzzle throughout the day, giving his jaw a much-needed rest. Without the restraint, he looked just like a normal human, striking looks, with long, eyelashes and a sharp jawline, save for the dark, velvety cat ears poking through his hair and the tail brushing against his ankles.
With his trust growing, you opened the bedroom door for good, happily letting him wander the rest of the house.
Watching Rin explore his new surroundings became your absolute favorite pastime. He was a creature of curiosity.
He would glide through the hallways in complete silence, pausing occasionally to investigate the texture of the heavy velvet curtains or staring intently at the swirling patterns of a marble countertop.
Sometimes, you’d find him perched precariously on the wide back of the living room sofa, his sharp eyes tracking the birds outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, his tufted ears twitching at every distant chirp.
Whenever he caught you watching him, he would immediately stiffen, huffing a quiet, "Lukewarm" under his breath before turning his head away. But he never ran back to his room.
Yet, despite all this incredible progress, a firm, invisible boundary remained.
You had desperately, sadly, wanted to pet him. On multiple occasions, when he was sitting close by or looking particularly relaxed after a meal, you would slowly, predictably raise your hand, keeping it entirely in his line of sight so as not to startle him.
The moment your fingers drifted anywhere near his hair, Rin would freeze. His ears would instantly pin flat against his skull, and his gaze would harden into a glare that practically screamed ‘Don't touch me.’ He wouldn't bite or growl anymore, but the wall he built around himself was loud and clear.
Sighing softly, you would always lower your hand, giving him an understanding smile instead.
He would track your retreating hand, his expression unreadable, before returning to whatever he was doing. He was letting you into his space, letting you feed him, and even letting you see his face uncovered, but his hair was a fortress you hadn't quite conquered just yet.
—
As the weeks drifted into months, the usually empty house began to feel like a home. The heavy silence between you fractured, replaced by small, fragmented conversations. Rin wasn’t much of a talker, usually offering blunt, one-word answers or a dismissive click of his tongue, but he was communicating. And for a hybrid who had completely closed himself off from the world, that was a massive victory.
Being able to leave him home alone was a huge relief, especially since your responsibilities meant you still had to go to the office. To make up for your absence, you made it a point to bring him something new to mess around with almost every single day.
You tried puzzle feeders, expensive chew toys, and laser gadgets, but nothing caught his attention quite like the standard leather football you brought home on a whim. The moment you dropped it on the floor, his tufted ears shot straight up. It turned out to be a double-edged sword; his predatory instincts and athletic talent from Blue Lock meant he destroyed the ball within days, shredding the leather with his claws during intense indoor drills you saw him doing.
You’d already had to replace it twice, but seeing the faint, rare spark of genuine excitement in his eyes made every penny worth it.
Evenings became your shared territory. Rin started joining you in the living room for movies. He still kept his distance, either sitting on the floor right next to your legs or claimining the exact opposite end of the couch, his long tail draped over the cushions.
For most of the films you picked, he was only half-listening. His ears would track the audio lazily, and it was entirely obvious he only stayed because you kept a steady supply of dried meat snacks right next to him.
But everything changed the night you accidentally queued up a thriller. The moment the tense, eerie music swelled and the screen darkened, Rin went completely alert. His eyes narrowed, his posture straightened, and he became absolutely engrossed in the plot. That revelation led you to start buying horror mangas and novels, which you’d often find him quietly flipping through in the afternoons, completely absorbed in the macabre stories.
Then came a grueling Tuesday. A massive project at work ran entirely over schedule, forcing you to stay in the office for hours of overtime. By the time you finally unlocked your front door, it was well past midnight. You stepped into the dark foyer, exhausted to your bones, fully expecting Rin to be dead to the world in his own plush bed.
Instead, your heart completely melted.
There, curled up on the hard floor right by the entrance, was Rin. His dark teal ears were twitching slightly in his sleep, and his tail was tucked securely around his legs. He had waited for you. He had stayed right by the door all day, listening for your car, until exhaustion finally claimed him.
Not wanting to startle him into a defensive reflex, you kept your distance and gently called out his name. "Rin... Hey, Rin. I'm home. Come on, go to bed, it's freezing here."
He didn't budge, only letting out a soft, groggy huff into his shoulder.
Deciding to give him a moment to wake up on his own, you quietly slipped past him to get ready for bed. You washed your face, changed into your pajamas, and walked back out to the foyer to check on him—but the space by the door was empty. Assuming he had finally taken your advice and retreated to his own room, you smiled softly, headed into your master bedroom, and collapsed onto your mattress, falling into a deep sleep within minutes.
An hour later, the door to your bedroom silently creaked open.
Rin stood in the doorway, looking slightly groggy and thoroughly annoyed from being awoken by the cold draft in the hall.
He had grown so used to your presence over the last few weeks that your sudden, extended absence today had left a strange, irritating ache in his chest. He hated it when you came home so late. It made him feel the phantom weight of that old cage.
He padded across the room with quiet steps, stopping right at the edge of your mattress. For a long, quiet minute, he just stood there in the moonlight, staring down at your peaceful, sleeping face.
Finally, with a soft, defeated sigh, he climbed onto the bed. He took up more space than he wanted to, carefully trying to tuck himself into the empty spot right beside you. He pulled the heavy duvet over his shoulders, his dark ears relaxing as the familiar, comforting scent of your laundry detergent and shampoo enveloped him.
Lying there in the dark, Rin looked down at your hand resting open on the pillow. He hesitated for just a second before leaning forward, gently pressing the crown of his head against your palm. He nuzzled into your touch, his soft, midnight-teal hair brushing against your skin as a low, rare purr vibrated in his chest.
It was the exact, affectionate gesture you had been patiently waiting months for.
It was just a terrible, heartbreaking shame that you were such a heavy sleeper.
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