instead, you stopped in the doorway and forgot how to move.
the room was quiet almost fragile. pale afternoon light leaked through the curtains in soft stripes, painting the sheets gold.
and there they were.
baby!yuji was sprawled across sukuna’s chest like a starfish, one chubby cheek smushed against bare skin and tiny fist tangled in the collar of your husband’s shirt.
and sukuna..looked devastatingly human half-asleep.
his face was softened with exhaustion, eyes still closed, long lashes resting against his cheeks.
both their heads were a soft messy tuft of pink.
you felt your heart physically hurt.
and for a moment, neither of them noticed you.
until the floor creaked.
yuji stirs first with a tiny whine, blinking blearily. his little eyes are unfocused, heavy with sleep, and the second he spots you standing there his entire face lights up.
“mama…” it comes out all raspy and small his little hands reaching for you immediately without even sitting up properly.
and your husband, still barely conscious, tightens his arm around his son on instinct, protective even in slumber. his eyes crack open slowly.
“what..” he mutters, voice rough with sleep.
he sounds offended by consciousness itself it could not get more ridiculous and adorable than that.
you simultaneously want to laugh and pounce at him because he just looks so soft!
yuji continues make grabby hands at you and unable to resist you walk over, perching on the edge of the bed making the mattress slightly dip.
bad decision.
because suddenly both of them gravitate toward you like magnets.
yuji crawls directly onto your lap with all the coordination of a sleepy toddler, burying his face into your stomach while sukuna exhales deeply beside you, eyes already falling shut again as he tucks you close to his side almost pulling you on top of him.
someone is being clingy..
his cheek is warm against your neck, hair tickling your skin. he smells like sleep and something comforting you can never name properly.
“you’ve both been napping for so long” you whisper, “it’s time to wake up” while both of them grunt a daft refusal and curl into you tighter.
yuji is already dozing off again, tiny fingers curled into your shirt.
sukuna shifts quietly before mumbling, barely coherent, “cold without you”
you blink at him.
then at the child asleep in your lap.
then back at sukuna, who seems to realize what he admitted a full three seconds too late because one eye opens again, glaring weakly.
“don’t”
“i didn’t say anything”
“don’t let it get to your head”
“oh it’s getting to my head alright”
he groans.
“too late” you grin.
despite the threat in his voice, he presses closer anyway, half asleep again before the conversation even finishes.
and somehow you too fall asleep surrounded by tangled blankets and warm bodies and terrible bedheads.
firefly; i just LOVE soft sleepy nap time fics it’s the most domestic thing ever RAHHH (do u guys want me to write longer fics? i kinda like the bite-sized format but lmk!)
ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, nephew!yuji worries about you when you and unckuna have an argument
it was a friday afternoon, and you were tired of sukuna never listening to your words. you curled into yourself, desperate for warmth in your cold and lonely bed, with the silent house. something was wrong.
the door creaked open just a smidge, and tiny footsteps came in, along with soft sniffles and hiccups that came from what sounded like to be yuji.
when you looked down with your eyebrows furrowed, all of your irritation was driven away when a tear-stained yuji stood by the side of your bed. you could almost feel your heart breaking into millions of pieces as he gazed up at you with a pout, with his glossy eyes and with his hands that grabbed the covers.
“oh, yuji,” you cooed, then you picked him up by the armpits and sat him on your lap, “what’s wrong, baby?”
you could hardly hear his voice over his sobs, “do you- hic- not love hic- kuna anymwore?”
you wiped at his tears, “i still love him, yuji, we just need a couple of hours away from each other, you shouldn’t be worried about this stuff.”
“please don’t leave us! i’ll- i’ll miss you, and- hic- kuna looks at photos of you like-like all the time! you’re on his phone and he talks to me about you even though he- hic- told me not to tell you!” he wailed.
he babbled on and on, snot and tears soaked your shirt as he gripped the cloth in his little fists like he was scared you’d leave. it isn’t until you placed a small, reassuring kiss on his forehead that his sobs softened to sniffles.
“i’m not leaving you two, okay?” you whispered, then focused his glossy brown eyes.
he whimpered and nodded, but his head snapped toward the bedroom door when it creaked open. his little eyebrows furrowed as he clung on tighter to you when he saw sukuna in the doorway.
“no!” yuji exclaimed as sukuna began to step closer, then held an arm out to somehow protect you, “you made her sad!”
“that’s why i’m here to apologize, brat. leave so i can do this in private.” he argued, then rolled his eyes as he sat down on the bed next to you.
yuji grumbled and pushed him with all his might, but to no avail. “go away!” he shouted. sukuna only laughed, then gently pushed yuji as he toppled onto you.
but during a moment of silence, yuji still held onto you, then embraced you into a tiny but tight hug, and he still frowned at sukuna, while he tried his best to intimidate him.
“i didn’t mean what i said,” he mumbled, as he ashamedly looked down at the sheets, “i’m an asshole, i know that. but i’m trying to be better for you… and for this little runt here too.” he ruffled yuji’s messy hair, who huffed in protest. sukuna continued, “i’m sorry. i’ll be more considerate of your words next time,” he caressed your soft hand in his tattooed one.
yuji slowly looked back up at you with red around his eyes, “does this mean we can still have movie fridays after school?”he whispered.
“yes,” you smiled, “thank you for apologizing, kuna,” you murmured, “i love you.”
he reciprocated the words, and when you two left a kiss on each other’s lips, yuji let out a little ‘yuck!’ with a soft giggle.
suddenly, like a little boy his age who couldn’t focus on anything for more than five minutes, he ran out of the room and yelled, “i’m picking the movie!”
hope u guys like this! gonna work on another kuna requests… maybe hybrid tiger kuna
pls send in requests
trying to do more past tense, tell me if there’s any grammar mistakes besides capitalization
sukuna sprawled out on your shared bed, two arms above his head, one across his stomach, and another lied idly on your thigh. his hair was messy, strands all over the place, and a few somehow shaped into bangs over his forehead. his stomach-mouth was open, softly snoring while showing off his large fangs.
and although he looked so comfortable, and the moonlight softly shone through the curtains of your quarters, you took a minute to leave. softly, you moved his large hand off your thigh, placing it close to where you slept instead.
after you’ve quietly retreated to grab a glass of water from the kitchen, sukuna almost immediately woke up from the loss of your touch.
he softly grumbled when he didn’t feel your body warmth, then he grabbed at what he wanted to be you, but instead met with sheets.
a huff escaped him, and he turned onto his side with a groan, half sitting up and using a hand to prop himself up.
“wife..” he called out, mumbling with his natural rough voice, a frown appearing on his face.
and almost as if you could sense how he already missed you dearly, not knowing how long you’d been gone, you slowly creaked the door open, walking in with a glass of water. as you sat it on the nightstand, your heart ached as sukuna blearily stared up at you with half-lidded eyes. he slowly blinked up at you like a cat, and his hair stuck up in many different directions.
some drool escaped the corner of his mouth, and you smiled. he probably didn’t even notice.
finally, you climbed into bed again, softly mumbling, “i know, i’m here,” with a smile as he already began reaching towards you to pull you closer.
your hand found his chest, and you rubbed comforting circles on his tattoos as you left a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. before you could pull away, he softly nudged your head with his, letting out a soft sigh as his hand found your back.
but you reached up, hand finding his hair as you play with it. he pushed his head into your hand, asking for more touch.
“you have bed head hair,” you whispered as his eyes nearly closed.
but he murmured, shaking his head with a pout, “i do not,” he let out a dramatic huff, glaring at you with all four eyes.
“whatever you say, honey,” you mumbled as you looked down at him, hand still running through his hair.
and within seconds, he’s asleep as quickly as he woke up. this time, he’s lulled to sleep by your touch. he’s right where he wants to be, falling asleep every night in the arms of his wife.
ib this art by sukunaglazer23 on twt he’s so adorable oml
ᝰ.ᐟ nanami with a girlfriend who has sensitive thighs ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni
bf!nanami is a man of physical habit, when you two are winding down on the couch after his long shift—his heavy, warm hand naturally finds a home on your thigh. the first time it happens, he’s just reading the paper, but he feels the immediate, rigid tension in your muscles.
he casually glances over, assuming you’re just caught off guard or feeling a bit shy. "are you cold?" he asks, his deep voice slicing through the quiet room. when you quickly shake your head, he simply pats your knee and shrugs it off, returning to his reading, though his observant mind notes the slight tremor in your frame.
bf!nanami who starts getting genuinely suspicious after the third or fourth time. it doesn't matter if his touch is a passive weight or a gentle, absentminded caress through your sweatpants—your breath hitches every single time. he notices the way your toes curl, the subtle shiver that runs up your spine, and the way you try to casually shift away from his reach.
nanami is nothing if not analytical; he knows compliance versus involuntary reaction, and you are definitely hiding something. he begins to purposely linger his touch, tracing the seam of your pants just to watch your eyelashes flutter and your lips part in a silent gasp.
bf!nanami decides to test his hypothesis on a rainy saturday afternoon. you're both cuddled up, your guard completely down as you watch a movie. without a word or a shift in his stoic expression, his large hand slides up your inner thigh and delivers a sudden, firm squeeze.
bf!nanami watches you gasp, a high, completely involuntary sound escaping your throat—a sharp, needy little squeak that cuts off the moment you realize what you've done. "oh? and what exactly was that noise for?" your hands fly to grip his wrist, trying to pull his hand away, but he doesn't let go.
instead, a slow, incredibly rare, and distinctly smug smirk pulls at the corner of his lips. he looks down at you through his glasses, thoroughly amused by your bright red face. "i don't recall the movie being quite that exciting," he drawls, his fingers sinking deeper into the soft flesh.
bf!nanami who is a little bit mean about it, but in the most intoxicating way possible. he deliberately applies just a fraction more pressure, kneading the sensitive muscle with his broad palm and watching you squirm helplessly against him. "i didn't realize a simple touch could reduce you to this," he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave, thick with a gravelly warmth that tells you he finds this incredibly hot.
he teases you relentlessly, leaning down so his lips brush your burning ear. "look at me. tell me why you're trembling so much just from my hand. if you don't answer, i'll just have to keep squeezing until you do." he refuses to let you look away until you confess just how sensitive your thighs actually are.
bf!nanami who likes to abuse this newfound knowledge at every single opportunity, especially when he wants to fluster you in public. if you're out at a quiet restaurant, his hand will slide under the tablecloth, his fingers mapping out the soft skin of your thighs.
he loves watching you try to maintain a straight face while ordering food, your fingers white-knuckling the menu because he's lightly scratching the apex of your thigh. when you catch his eye, pleading with him silently, he just takes a calm sip of his wine and whispers, "focus on the waiter, sweetheart. tell him what you want to eat."
bf!nanami turns into an absolute menace behind closed doors. during sex, your thighs become his absolute favorite target. he likes to pin your legs wide apart, his heavy palms bruising your hips before sliding down to grip your thighs with enough force to leave faint, temporary marks.
he loves to deeply knead the ultra-sensitive skin right where your leg meets your hip, watching your back arch off the bed as you let out a ragged sob. "look at how flushed you get here," he grunts, his thumb pressing firmly into the sweet spot, relishing the way your thighs clamp around his waist in a desperate bid for relief.
bf!nanami who pairs his heavy-handed groping with sensory overload. while he’s driving himself into you, he’ll lean down to bite and press open-mouthed kisses against your inner thighs, deliberately targeting the spots that make your hips stutter-step and bring a sob to your throat.
he loves the contrast of his rough, calloused hands soothing over the ultra-sensitive skin, murmuring praises against your neck while ensuring you can't think about anything else but his touch.
he'll deliberately slow his pace just to focus entirely on your thighs, sinking his teeth into the soft skin until you're completely undone. "good girl," he rumbles against your skin, "let me hear you make that sound again."
What if the children go to schools unafraid of tear gas and bullets?
What if the birds come back, and the bees are healed, and every species moves from endangered, to threatened, to thriving?
What if the rainforest ADVANCES?
What if every parking lot had solar panels? What if every structure had solar panels? What if we built climbing gyms and terraced gardens in the skeletons of old coal power plants?
What if you baked your neighbor bread, and they shared their home-grown blackberries?
What if every person who needed a home, had one? What if every person who needed healing was healed?
What if every body was treasured for what it was, not what it should be?
What if every trans child's parents attended their graduation, their wedding, their new-name-day?
What if every warehouse became a closed-circle repair station? Goods flowing out, and back, and out again? What if landfills started to SHRINK?
What if the water and air were clean? What if there was enough public transit that the cars dwindled, leaving the streets safe for kids on bikes, evening deer, midnight cats and foxes?
The condors are back. The whales are saved. The sea turtles are no longer endangered. The cranes are back. The bees are recovering. The air in LA and Tokyo and London is clean again. The aquifers in the LA Basin are refilling.
Children are kinder than previous generations. Parents are stopping the abuse cycle. Being trans and queer is more acceptable than ever on a ground level.
It's hard to see if you're young, if you don't know how to step back from social media and the news. But remember--bad news sells, and the algorithm knows despair keeps you scrolling. It's a skewed lens.
We are fighting and we are winning against this adminstration's bullying. We are coming together against the bullies and they are running away scared because they don't understand that we will do that.
People are working hard every day to find ways to make sure fewer animals get hit by cars and planes and rockets.
Maker spaces are more common than ever. Solar and wind are more common than ever. Coal plants are shutting down every day.
Unprecedented numbers of acres are being bought back or given back to their rightful stewards, and the world heals because of it. People are working hard every day to learn how to help a forest recover faster.
We are not at zero. We are at decades of effort to heal the world. We've come SO far.
In 1982 there were only 22 California Condors left in the world. In 1992, when the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service (USFWS), with its public and private partners, began reintroducing captive-bred condors to the wild. In 2001 the first wild nesting occurred in Grand Canyon National Park since re-introduction. In 2002 there were only 8 pairs of wild nesting birds population-wide. In 2008, for the first time since the program began, more California condors were flying free in the wild than in captivity. Today there are nearly 500 – more than half of them flying free in Arizona, Utah, California, and Baja Mexico.
When I was born, there were no condors in the wild. I'm 37 now, and there are over 250 condors flying free.
When my mom was born in 1955, there were days when she wasn't allowed to go outside to play, because of the air pollution. When I was born, that never happened anymore.
When I was born, humpback whales were critically endangered, and people thought they were going to go extinct. Today, they've recovered to exceed their recorded numbers. Other whales too!
We fixed it.
We CAN fix it and we ARE fixing it and we DID fix it.
Since 1990 extreme poverty has decreased worldwide by over HALF.
This is not the narrative media sells us. We have access to more information about suffering now than we used to, but things are getting BETTER overall. Yeah some people are trying to undo this, but we have made SO MUCH PROGRESS. Don't give up.
pairing: itoshi rin x fem!reader
content: friends with benefits au. fluff. suggestive; rin is 20+, not proofread (we die like eren yeager)
18+, minors dni
MASTERLIST / KO-FI
rin would rather chew off his own hand than explain why he’s here on a friday night, rubbing your back instead of breaking your back.
in your bed in his boxers (because outside clothes aren’t allowed on the bed), his hand kneading idle patterns into your skin. you’re draped over his chest, eyes closed, breathing slow and steady. you’ve been asleep for a while now.
yet he’s still here, still willingly rubbing your back and getting nothing out of it in return.
you: pussy store closed tmr 🚫 i’m on my period
the text you sent yesterday morning sits in his phone, read and unanswered. you did inform him, yet he showed up at your apartment tonight anyway. his friday nights are reserved for you, they have been for the past few months, even if all he does is come over to fuck and then leave. it feels wrong to be anywhere else.
he lied to your surprised face when you opened the door, lamely saying he’d forgotten about the text and not that he’d just wanted to see you.
now he’s half hard in your bed, his cock standing to attention just because you’re so close, and soft, and you smell like jasmine. you always make him hard; that’s not about to change anytime soon.
rin observes the slight part of your mouth, the slope of your nose. the way your eyelashes kiss the top of your cheeks. how delicately your fingers rest on his chest as you nuzzle against him in your sleep, seeking the warmth he radiates.
this wasn’t part of the deal. all you could offer him tonight was some company—boring company, you had warned—which wasn’t remotely any of the benefits you had agreed upon.
cuddling in bed on friday night. rubbing your back just because you’re tired and aching. staying even after you’ve fallen asleep. no sex whatsoever, not even a sloppy make out.
last he checked, fuck buddies didn’t indulge in things like this.
but he’s here anyway, watching you with rapt attention as though you’re the most worthwhile thing in his orbit.
you are, maybe. not that he would say it out loud.
he steals a kiss to your forehead. just for himself. just because you wouldn’t know.
his hand eventually slows to a stop, though it remains on your body, resting on your hip. his eyes flutter shut, his breathing evening out after a beat. rin falls asleep to the scent of jasmine and something warm nuzzling beside his ribcage.
cw: make out, friends kissing, cliche purple tongues man, hahapraisehaha nothing too graphic.. he does spit in your mouf tho and heavy petting (???? idk a better wrd/term). afab/fem!reader. second person pov, but mentions of boobs.
it wasn't rare for you and rin to sneak out—when your third year of high school felt too heavy. the two of you had been good friends for years, your persistence the only thing that managed for you to break through his walls. his message came as it usually did.
rinnie
you up? i'm craving a slurpee
you
ure so annoying. i'm coming down
he left the message on read as he always did, already standing outside of your house with his hoodie pulled up. the late hour continued to nip at any open skin. slipping into baggy sweatpants and rin's hoodie, you sneak out with ease.
you're mindful of the creaky floorboards, the doors that squeak, and the neighbors that lurk. by the time you get out, rin is already waiting outside, looking unbothered by the night's cold and focused entirely on his phone.
well, not entirely.
"finally," he huffs, tucking his phone into his pocket as he straightens up. "I nearly thought you fell back asleep."
"you probably would've just left me."
"probably."
you roll your eyes at his retort, a smile still on your features as you stand beside him. there's a slight breeze, nothing too intense, nothing that has you trembling.
after a few moments of walking to the nearest 7/11, your hands pat every pocket. your hoodie pocket, the ones at your sides in your sweatpants—nothing.
your stare barely meet rin's before he sighs.
"relax, i got it."
a reminder why you two are such good friends.
"i expected it anyway, broke ass."
at least for a moment.
"i'm not a fucking broke ass—"
he just steps ahead into the store, letting only the birds perched ahead judge you and your volume. feeling your jaw tighten in both annoyance and embarrassment, you follow after him, watching him get the red flavor.
"i have zero idea why you like the red one, the blue is superior"
"blue is basic, red also doesn't taste completely artificial."
"i don't know why you're complaining about the taste when you said you were craving it—"
"do you ever shut up?" he asks, yet there's a small smirk tugging on his features, amused. he caps the slurpee he made for you, leading as he heads towards the cashier.
the actual act of paying was easy and without any struggle. taking the drink and sticking your straw you, you slurp on the sweet drink. a nice treat despite the outrageous hour it currently was.
"thank you, rinnie," you mumble, swallowing whatever was in your mouth to bump shoulders with him.
he quietly hums, walking right beside you as he walks you home. he might've been an asshole, but he wasn't stupid enough to let you go back alone. the dim street lights don't provide much comfort, although, the constant presence of rin proves to be more of a balm than you thought.
nearing your familiar home, "wait, come in, lemme pay you back."
before he can shake his head, or dismiss your concerns, you're already tugging him along. he copies your careful steps, avoiding everything you do to ensure nobody catches either of you. walking towards your room at the very end of the hall, you slip in silently.
somehow, despite the taller man being both taller and heavier than you managed softer footsteps on your—interesting, right?
"where did i put my wallet..?" you murmur to yourself. setting aside your drink, sweat drips down the half-empty, paper cup, forming a ring around it.
rin's teal gaze trails after you, watching you fumble through your desk and all its compartments. your bag, and only a single ten yen coin slips out. rin smirks, sitting down on your mattress, staring at you.
"so it turns out.. i have zero idea where my wallet is.. haha.." you avert your eyes, awkward.
he was never the type to constantly demand payment for every little thing he bought you—however that didn't make you feel any less bad! yes, you teased rin about him spoiling you constantly, and whatever, but you always tried to pay him back or buy something else in return.
"you know you don't have to pay me back." he shrugs, quietly drinking his cherry red slurpee.
you frown, "i know, but i don't like.."
"me spoiling you?" he offers, setting aside his own drink on the nightstand. "if you want to pay me back so bad, then alright."
"i don't have any money.." you trail off, gesturing to your messy room.
"good thing i'm not asking for money," his voice is low, concentrated. like it was a limited source—and you thanked every entity that it wasn't. his voice was smooth in a way most guys in your grade weren't. it wasn't completely suave, not in the insincere manner.
the hand that once held his drink, reaching out to grab your chin, his eyes flitting around your features. he watches every reaction, how you wince slightly, how you hitch your breath due to his chilled fingers. before it finally stills on your parted lips, tinted a soft blue due to your drink.
he waits for a moment, searching for rejection, disgust, discomfort. and when he finds none? his head tilts, slowly pressing his own lips against yours. he moves in a slow motion.
it isn't rushed. meaningless. nor sloppy.
it's deliberate. passionate. and purposeful.
the tip of his tongue brushed your bottom lip, a silent request you would never deny. his free hand slides up your neck, to your hair, tangling into the soft locks and gently but firmly tugging.
a sweet gasp comes from you, and he takes that chance to deepen the kiss. if you had any misunderstandings about his intentions, they certainly melted from your brain. in fact, the only thing your brain could focus on for more than a fleeting moment was how he tasted, smelt, and moved in a rhythm the belied the times when he admitted he was inexperienced.
he pushes you down with control, settling between your legs to continue his ministrations. his hands remain where they are for a prolonged second, then the one gripping your chin slides down to rest on the curve of your waist. he squeezes the area, scoffing, "..perfect. so fucking perfect."
his mouth trails down your mouth kissing your chin and down your throat, lingering there to leave marks. ones your girl friends would certainly question.
"r-rin—!" you barely muffle your squeal when he bites down.
"that's not my name, say it correctly or i'll bite harder." his muffled words aren't a threat, they're more than that. it's an intentional warning.
"..rinnie.." you try again, slowly. tentatively.
he hums in acknowledgement, soothing the bite with a slow lap of his tongue. "..atta girl."
due to your limited focus, you completely forgot what you had initially called out to him for. so you just enjoy his attention, feeling the hand that once rested snugly on your waist goes beneath your—his?—hoodie, gently caressing the underside of your boob.
he tches, "braless in my hoodie.. could fuckin' tell when we went out. too cold for you, hm?"
your face remains warm, too warm that your room suddenly feels stuffy and suffocating.
when he detaches from your neck, you nearly tug him back down. already missing his scent and warmth despite him only pulling away for the briefest breath, and only inches away. moving his hand from your hair to your cheek, and the one beneath your hoodie comes up to cup your lower jaw, thumbing your plush bottom lip.
"open," he murmurs, observing your obedience. "so easy for me.."
his noted statement makes you want to scoff, maybe bite his thumb and storm out.. but you know better. and unfortunately, he does too.
he stares at your tongue now tinted a purple hue, that familiar lopsided smirk on his face, pressing his thumb in and against the wet muscle. gently pressing down, preventing you from closing your mouth, he leans in watching a fat glob of his saliva drip in your mouth.
pulling his thumb out, her shuts your lips for you.
"swallow."
his gaze takes in how your throat shifts due to the motion.
"good girl," he whispers, going back to your lips to continue kissing you until you were either kiss drunk, or you realized he was tired of being "just friends".
i do have a plan for a part 2 so yk if anyone wants it.. 👀 i also know japan doesn't have slurpees but come on.. also unedited haha
cw: make out, friends kissing, cliche purple tongues man, hahapraisehaha nothing too graphic.. he does spit in your mouf tho and heavy petting (???? idk a better wrd/term). afab/fem!reader. second person pov, but mentions of boobs.
it wasn't rare for you and rin to sneak out—when your third year of high school felt too heavy. the two of you had been good friends for years, your persistence the only thing that managed for you to break through his walls. his message came as it usually did.
rinnie
you up? i'm craving a slurpee
you
ure so annoying. i'm coming down
he left the message on read as he always did, already standing outside of your house with his hoodie pulled up. the late hour continued to nip at any open skin. slipping into baggy sweatpants and rin's hoodie, you sneak out with ease.
you're mindful of the creaky floorboards, the doors that squeak, and the neighbors that lurk. by the time you get out, rin is already waiting outside, looking unbothered by the night's cold and focused entirely on his phone.
well, not entirely.
"finally," he huffs, tucking his phone into his pocket as he straightens up. "I nearly thought you fell back asleep."
"you probably would've just left me."
"probably."
you roll your eyes at his retort, a smile still on your features as you stand beside him. there's a slight breeze, nothing too intense, nothing that has you trembling.
after a few moments of walking to the nearest 7/11, your hands pat every pocket. your hoodie pocket, the ones at your sides in your sweatpants—nothing.
your stare barely meet rin's before he sighs.
"relax, i got it."
a reminder why you two are such good friends.
"i expected it anyway, broke ass."
at least for a moment.
"i'm not a fucking broke ass—"
he just steps ahead into the store, letting only the birds perched ahead judge you and your volume. feeling your jaw tighten in both annoyance and embarrassment, you follow after him, watching him get the red flavor.
"i have zero idea why you like the red one, the blue is superior"
"blue is basic, red also doesn't taste completely artificial."
"i don't know why you're complaining about the taste when you said you were craving it—"
"do you ever shut up?" he asks, yet there's a small smirk tugging on his features, amused. he caps the slurpee he made for you, leading as he heads towards the cashier.
the actual act of paying was easy and without any struggle. taking the drink and sticking your straw you, you slurp on the sweet drink. a nice treat despite the outrageous hour it currently was.
"thank you, rinnie," you mumble, swallowing whatever was in your mouth to bump shoulders with him.
he quietly hums, walking right beside you as he walks you home. he might've been an asshole, but he wasn't stupid enough to let you go back alone. the dim street lights don't provide much comfort, although, the constant presence of rin proves to be more of a balm than you thought.
nearing your familiar home, "wait, come in, lemme pay you back."
before he can shake his head, or dismiss your concerns, you're already tugging him along. he copies your careful steps, avoiding everything you do to ensure nobody catches either of you. walking towards your room at the very end of the hall, you slip in silently.
somehow, despite the taller man being both taller and heavier than you managed softer footsteps on your—interesting, right?
"where did i put my wallet..?" you murmur to yourself. setting aside your drink, sweat drips down the half-empty, paper cup, forming a ring around it.
rin's teal gaze trails after you, watching you fumble through your desk and all its compartments. your bag, and only a single ten yen coin slips out. rin smirks, sitting down on your mattress, staring at you.
"so it turns out.. i have zero idea where my wallet is.. haha.." you avert your eyes, awkward.
he was never the type to constantly demand payment for every little thing he bought you—however that didn't make you feel any less bad! yes, you teased rin about him spoiling you constantly, and whatever, but you always tried to pay him back or buy something else in return.
"you know you don't have to pay me back." he shrugs, quietly drinking his cherry red slurpee.
you frown, "i know, but i don't like.."
"me spoiling you?" he offers, setting aside his own drink on the nightstand. "if you want to pay me back so bad, then alright."
"i don't have any money.." you trail off, gesturing to your messy room.
"good thing i'm not asking for money," his voice is low, concentrated. like it was a limited source—and you thanked every entity that it wasn't. his voice was smooth in a way most guys in your grade weren't. it wasn't completely suave, not in the insincere manner.
the hand that once held his drink, reaching out to grab your chin, his eyes flitting around your features. he watches every reaction, how you wince slightly, how you hitch your breath due to his chilled fingers. before it finally stills on your parted lips, tinted a soft blue due to your drink.
he waits for a moment, searching for rejection, disgust, discomfort. and when he finds none? his head tilts, slowly pressing his own lips against yours. he moves in a slow motion.
it isn't rushed. meaningless. nor sloppy.
it's deliberate. passionate. and purposeful.
the tip of his tongue brushed your bottom lip, a silent request you would never deny. his free hand slides up your neck, to your hair, tangling into the soft locks and gently but firmly tugging.
a sweet gasp comes from you, and he takes that chance to deepen the kiss. if you had any misunderstandings about his intentions, they certainly melted from your brain. in fact, the only thing your brain could focus on for more than a fleeting moment was how he tasted, smelt, and moved in a rhythm the belied the times when he admitted he was inexperienced.
he pushes you down with control, settling between your legs to continue his ministrations. his hands remain where they are for a prolonged second, then the one gripping your chin slides down to rest on the curve of your waist. he squeezes the area, scoffing, "..perfect. so fucking perfect."
his mouth trails down your mouth kissing your chin and down your throat, lingering there to leave marks. ones your girl friends would certainly question.
"r-rin—!" you barely muffle your squeal when he bites down.
"that's not my name, say it correctly or i'll bite harder." his muffled words aren't a threat, they're more than that. it's an intentional warning.
"..rinnie.." you try again, slowly. tentatively.
he hums in acknowledgement, soothing the bite with a slow lap of his tongue. "..atta girl."
due to your limited focus, you completely forgot what you had initially called out to him for. so you just enjoy his attention, feeling the hand that once rested snugly on your waist goes beneath your—his?—hoodie, gently caressing the underside of your boob.
he tches, "braless in my hoodie.. could fuckin' tell when we went out. too cold for you, hm?"
your face remains warm, too warm that your room suddenly feels stuffy and suffocating.
when he detaches from your neck, you nearly tug him back down. already missing his scent and warmth despite him only pulling away for the briefest breath, and only inches away. moving his hand from your hair to your cheek, and the one beneath your hoodie comes up to cup your lower jaw, thumbing your plush bottom lip.
"open," he murmurs, observing your obedience. "so easy for me.."
his noted statement makes you want to scoff, maybe bite his thumb and storm out.. but you know better. and unfortunately, he does too.
he stares at your tongue now tinted a purple hue, that familiar lopsided smirk on his face, pressing his thumb in and against the wet muscle. gently pressing down, preventing you from closing your mouth, he leans in watching a fat glob of his saliva drip in your mouth.
pulling his thumb out, her shuts your lips for you.
"swallow."
his gaze takes in how your throat shifts due to the motion.
"good girl," he whispers, going back to your lips to continue kissing you until you were either kiss drunk, or you realized he was tired of being "just friends".
i do have a plan for a part 2 so yk if anyone wants it.. 👀 i also know japan doesn't have slurpees but come on.. also unedited haha
☆ VILLAINESS IS STRESSED BECAUSE SHE'S MARRIED TO AN ASSHOLE!
— a bllk fanfic // you have to marry the worst character in your favourite webtoon.
synopsis: you got reincarnated as a villainess from your favourite webtoon and had to marry the bratty, asshole-y prince, rin itoshi!
pairing: villainess!reader x prince!rin itoshi [aged up]
wc: 12.8k (oh brother, I HAD NO IDEA)
cw: NOT PROOFREAD. rin is an asshole but so is the reader. constant bickering. constant disrespect. mutual understanding at some point? nsfw includes: inexperienced!rin. rin gets easily flustered. cunn*lingus. bl*wjob. org*sms (m and f). "teaching sex." pen*tration. r*w. cre*mpie. they're both emotionally constipated, going tit for tat really. that's all ig :p
old m.list. | new m.list.
"OH MY GOD—!!" you grinned to yourself, kicking your feet up your bed and giggling to yourself like a maniac as you read on the latest chapter of your favourite webtoon. the main female lead of the webtoon had passed all hurdles set by the villainess to finally marry the older itoshi prince — prince sae itoshi! oh god, you had been waiting for this for so, so long!
you sighed and put your phone to the side. blinking up at your uneventful white ceiling, you groaned and raked your palms over your face. "god. wouldn't it be great to marry a guy like prince sae?"
even if your statement sounded pathetic, you couldn't help but wish for it to be true. calm, cool, collected — the holy trinity that made prince sae so charming! you could only dream of a man like him. there was no man on the mortal realm that could even compare close to sae. you couldn't possibly find someone like him here. oh, how you hated not being able to go inside the story!
but... not having someone like prince sae in this world, also meant that there existed nobody like prince rin — sae's younger brother. gosh, you haaaated that motherfucker! snobby, annoying fucker! every time he came in a chapter, you skipped along and prayed that it wasn't important for the plot. he was just the worst of the worst — selfish, condescending, and with the charm of a shellfish! thank god, prince rin was going to end up marrying the villainess! they deserved each-other.
a soft chime from your phone broke your train of thought. you cocked your head to the side, realizing that you had been daydreaming of a world that didn't exist. well, it doesn't harm to dream, right? it's not like you'd be able to go into that webtoon, hah!
━━━━☆⭒
when you woke up from your night's sleep, you were grumpy enough. a new day brought about more responsibilities that you had to meet as a half-failing adult — job, bills, taxes. so, you were surprised to open your bleary vision to a royally decorated room.
under you, there lay a plush mattress and the nightgown adorning your body was silken smooth. you sat up and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. you cocked your head around and found more things — a vintage dresser, a humongous window overlooking the kingdom and crown molding ceilings. realization set in, you were in one of the many rooms of the royal palace from your favourite webtoon! hah, you were dreaming!
you believed it was called lucid dreaming — wherein a person could control their dreams. while you had heard of the concept in passing, you didn't realize you were a master of it! because there's no way you have lucid dreamed yourself into being in your favourite webtoon. that was hysterical! you yawned and laid back down on the plush mattress, half impressed with your own subconscious. if you had walked yourself into this weird dream, you could simply walk yourself out! lucid dreaming was just that after all — dreaming.
the doors opened with a grunt and someone sauntered in. her high-pitched voice greeted you, "MISS! WAKE UP! TODAY IS A RATHER IMPORTANT DAY! IT IS YOUR AND PRINCE RIN'S ENGAGEMENT!"
you snickered, still half-asleep, "yeah. as if i'd marry a bum like him."
the woman didn't seem to hear you, still adamant on waking you up. "MISS!"
"go away." you groaned, pulling one of the many feather-filled pillows over your face, "i wanna sleep."
the pillow was yanked off of you, and you opened your vision to the... the villainess' lady-in-waiting?! her character design... seemed so real. what the fuck was this dream?! it was starting to piss you off now. and guess what, you weren't even the main character! you were the villainess?!
you yanked the pillow back from the young lady with narrowed eyes, "go away! i am trying to sleep here." you grumbled to yourself, "how do you stop this fucking dream?"
your lady-in-waiting yanked the pillow back. in her eyes, you saw concern. she pursed her lips, "i understand that you're upset with what has transpired, miss. it is rather unfortunate that prince sae is marrying that village whore! but..." your lady-in-waiting whispered, "marrying prince rin is a perfect opportunity to get closer with prince sae! see the silver lining, i beg you! it's only the engagement now, you shall win over prince sae before your marriage is official!"
you blinked — once, twice. then, you furrowed your brows. "are you high?"
your lady-in-waiting furrowed her brows as well, "pardon?"
"nothing." you sighed, giving up. clearly, you were mistaken! you were no master of lucid dreaming! although you had gotten yourself into this mess, there was no way you could walk yourself out! so, now, you had to go along with it. you had to wait it out till your alarm rang and pulled you out of this faux reality and into one where you were a corporate slave.
"up, up!" your lady cheered and you sat up begrudgingly. she led you through the motions of the morning — the expensive bath, the even more expensive dresses and jewels. slowly, you realized that this was probably not a bad dream to be in. out of all you could have chosen, this reality was definitely the best choice!
well... that was until the evening came. by the time the sun set, two things became glaringly obvious:
1. you were NOT dreaming. either you were dead, or you had done what had never been done before — entered into this webtoon!
2. this meant that you were to marry prince rin itoshi — that hot-headed, teal-eyed freak whom you hated dearly! you couldn't even skip him in real life.
you couldn't skip him as he crossed his arms over his sculpted chest and grumbled, "what is it that you want?"
now, you inhaled slowly, standing toe to toe in front of the raven-headed, younger prince in a balcony. a gentle waltz played from inside the grand ceremony hall, punctuated by the laughs of high nobility. the engagement ceremony was about to begin, and you had pulled the younger prince out into the balcony to have a word with him.
"say it." the way he said it — all resigned, and high-and-mighty made your jaw clench. you swallowed down your irritation and replied coolly, "i do not wish to marry you."
"huh?" he cocked a brow, tightening his crossed arms across his broad chest. "was it not your father who had begged my father for this arrangement just a few days prior?"
you swallowed down your anger again. "yes. it was. but now, i do not wish to marry you. so, call it off. mkay?"
first off, you were stuck in your favourite webtoon! second, now that you were here, you were to marry him?! rin itoshi?! unbelievable! this can't do! if you were stuck here, then you wanted to be with sae, not rin!
but to your surprise, rin itoshi laughed. he laughed, "what?"
you furrowed your brows, "what do you mean 'what?'"
"I cannot call off the wedding." he stated calmly. you took a step forward daringly. your eyes met his. mustering up all your frustration in one single threat, you spit out. "listen. if you marry me, I will make your life hell."
"tch. so very scary." he rolled his teal eyes and the high nobility laughed from far off. somehow, their faded laughter made it feel like they were laughing at you, as if this was some grand cosmic joke and you were the butt of it! everyone was pissing you off here!
you fisted your palms and leaned towards him, "i mean it. hell."
rin scanned your face for a second. when he spoke, he sounded clear, "you fancy my brother."
"that does not matter." you replied back, "all i know is that I don't fancy you." and that was the truth!
you saw rin's jaw settle into a gritted stance. when he parted his lips, a scoff made its way out. "had you just said yes, maybe I would have considered calling off this marriage. i do not wish to compete with my brother over my wife-to-be." he paused, his eyes narrowed. "however, with your current... well, demeanor. i have no interest in abiding by your whims."
your eyes widened, "what are you saying?"
"i shan't call off the marriage."
"but—"
rin stepped closer. his breath fanned over your face. "and far as you're concerned with making my life hell. try. i wish to see just what you find yourself capable of."
if it weren't for the hatred burning in your chest, perhaps you would have faltered at this closeness. but with that statement, the younger prince turned around and went back into that wretched hall which, no doubt, awaited your demise.
that night you were engaged to your biggest nightmare - rin fucking itoshi.
━━━━☆⭒
three days later.
"the prince and the princess to be shall now give us a speech!" the rather jolly man nodded into the mic, looking over the generous crowd of commonfolk that had collected in the gardens down below. you and rin glared at them, almost mad at them for turning up for your humiliation.
rin took to the mic. clearing his throat, he leaned into it. "as you know, our marriage stands just a month apart. our families look forward to the union and I..." the crowd awaited something juicy. he gave them nothing. he shrugged, monotonous. "i'm very elated. i look forward to this part of my life. thank you."
next up, you took the mic. you gave your husband-to-be a fleeting, nasty side-glance, "thank you, prince itoshi for those riveting words. i can hear just how elated you are."
rin narrowed his eyes but didn't say a word.
you addressed the crowd and smiled. nobody smiled back. you recalled how the villainess had humiliated the FMC a few chapters back, but it had blown up in her face because sae defended the FMC in front of everyone else. right... you forgot you were the villainess.
you swallowed and nodded, "hey-? i mean hello...? hello, fellow people." wincing, you ignored the way rin scoffed in the background at your failed attempt of communication. clearing your throat, you instead smiled at the crowd. if you couldn't change your fate to marry sae, then the least you could do was stop being a villainess in everyone's eyes! if you were stuck here, you'd atleast want to be liked!
you sighed, "i understand that my actions in the previous chapt-err, days... yes, days. my behavior in the past few days has been questionable. i deeply apologize for it. i never wanted to make a spectacle, nor did i mean to humiliate anyone. i hope everyone finds in their hearts to forgive me. i apologize, truly." nobody clapped, but you saw their faces soften. you continued, "i also wanted to thank prince itoshi to give me this opportunity to fix the mess i've created. i look forward to our marriage. thank you."
one person clapped, then two. by the time you bowed, atleast ten people had given you their support out of a group of hundred.
you and rin waved and walked in through the gigantic doors of the balcony into the corridors of the castle.
you addressed rin once, "good day."
and with that, you turned on your heel and made way towards your chamber. your lady-in-waiting trailed after you. you didn't intent to talk to rin. the less you talked to him, the better! he couldn't piss you off if you didn't entertain him! this was basically the real life version of skipping his chapters.
but before you could progress far, you heard rin speak from behind. "who knocked sense into you? was it this maid of yours?"
you turned around and glared. "what?"
"that speech..." he paused, averting his gaze from yours for just a fraction of the second. then, his eyes were back on yours — sharp and jaded. "you know, for a second i actually believed you. i believed that you actually felt guilty for how you humiliated her that day... sae's bride-to-be."
"i am guilty—" you began but rin cut it short with a scoff, "yeah? the last I knew, you were trying to steal her husband. doesn't sound like you're too guilty."
your nostrils flared! sure, yes. the original villainess in the story wanted to break the FMC and sae apart, but not you! you were more than happy wearing extravagant dresses and eating delicious food while having to do no work. you took a step forward and grunted, "that's not true. i do not have any interest in prince sae. i wish them nothing but a happy, fruitful life."
"hm?" there it was! that cocky, annoying tone of his! rin rolled his eyes, "how peculiar, this change of heart of yours. how wonderful."
how could he hurl those accusations at you! you crossed your arms and stressed the words. "yes, indeed. my benevolence is one of my greatest virtues."
"hah, evidently so." he followed up by crossing his arms as well. "but you do not wish to marry me. what is that to suggest, if not the fact that you do indeed fancy my older brother."
"that is irrelevant!" you snapped. "i do not fancy you, yes! but your brother comes nowhere in the equation! you're just a cunt—!"
rin's eyebrows furrowed and you realized that you had just called the royal prince, the royal HIGHNESS a... a 'cunt'. oh, fuck man. you were totally gonna get executed! they were gonna guillotine you like you were one of those french, rich fucks! fuck, fuck, fuck.
you awaited thundering, a brutal death sentence, anything! instead, rin brushed past you and moved forward. his knight, sir isagi followed after him. before he could go very far, though, he said, "good day to you, too." and stormed off.
you looked to your lady-in-waiting, "is he going to execute me?"
she gave you a confuddled look, "what's a cunt...?"
OH RIGHT! cunt was possibly not a commonly used word in the mediaeval period! rin probably doesn't even know it's a bad thing! oh thank god! you shook your head, "nothing! uh, can i have some tea?"
"sure!"
"and uh, can you put generous amount of honey in it?"
"sure!"
━━━━☆⭒
a week later.
"hold my hand with one of yours. tighter. yes. and now another one of my shoulder. correct." rin breathed in, dictating your moves as the two of you waltzed in the ballroom. the crowd watched as the two of glided on the marble floor — or well, attempted to glide as you kept stepping on rin's foot for the third time in the last seven minutes.
"tch." his brows furrowed, he bit down his lower lip in an effort to not groan in pain. he tightened his jaw and grit out. "were you not educated on ballroom etiquettes?"
you didn't know ballroom dancing, you didn't even know the 'b' of ballroom dancing. for all you knew, it just looked pretty in videos! but here you were, being forced to dance with this headache of a man. the king had arranged a feast, inviting commonsfolk to come see you and prince rin. your lady-in-waiting had told you how it was to make the two of you seem more pleasing, more grounded and approachable. you weren't sure how well that plan was working as you and rin bit jabs and barks at each other while dancing.
"i—" you wanted to snap back, but you remembered your own strategy. the less you engaged with him, the less he could piss you off. so, you pursed your lips and nodded, "you're right. i am sorry. let me follow in your command."
but instead of him snapping out of his high-and-mighty attitude, your answer just spurred him on. he nodded, pleased. "indeed. you should do as i say, perhaps then you would not wreck havoc with every second move like an oaf."
oaf?! oh, that great toad! how fucking dare he?! being nice to him was pointless. he was like an abysmal void of negativity, who sucked out any goodness in your heart! all he deserved were crude words and actions and getting skipped.
you stepped on his left feet again, this time on purpose. you smiled, pleased yourself, "oh, apologies. i do move like an oaf, it seems."
he gritted out, "i do not see a sensible reason to marry a woman of your kind."
you grinned, all cashmere, "then, please, lord! call off this marriage."
he scoffed, his teal eyes narrowing in focus, "i shan't. i shan't give you what you want."
"fine." you stepped on his right feet this time, and he narrowly avoided getting stepped on by pulling his feet out in time. he hissed, "cease that. now."
"cease this marriage!"
"i shan't." he whispered.
you whispered back, "then deal with a lifetime of me stepping on your foot, aha!"
he grumbled something unintelligible under his breath, and you were sure you just got cursed in medieval english. well, whatever. not like you cared what he thought of you anyways! he was such a cu—
"cunt." he gritted and you snapped your eyes to his. he was pretty, had it not been for his abysmal attitude, he looked similar to his brother sae. they were both beautiful. you snapped, "what?"
"you named me that word a few nights over."
"i-" your lips opened and closed. if you apologized now, it would seem like you had said something insulting to him, which might get your killed. so, instead, you nodded, "yes, i did. what about it?"
"i..." he breathed out, holding his head higher as he twirled you around in time with the music. "nothing. oaf."
━━━━☆⭒
another week later.
"you... you see..." your lady-in-waiting started slowly, trailing after you as the two of you made your way through the moonlit corridors. "can i be candid...?"
you glanced back and nodded with a smile. she swallowed at your gesture and lowered her gaze, "you seem to be different now, miss."
"huh?" you laughed, "in a good way or—?"
she cut you off, quick and shaken, "yes! g-good way. i mean, you don't seem to be as preoccupied with prince sae and... and you never used to be the kind to willingly go to the library at such late hours of the night, unless it was for a scheme against that wretched woman." she said, referencing the FMC.
"ah..." you breathed in, shrugging, "well, change happens when you least expect it."
truth was, you had begrudingly come to terms that perhaps, you were to be stuck here forever, and if you were going to be the villainess, you needed everyone to stop hating you so much. so you had started being nicer, even making an attempt to reconcile with the FMC. and as for the library, lazing about had been ruined for you after two weeks of doing just that. you were growing bored, so you decided to read something instead. there was no other mode of entertainment here, anyway. not unless you considered the jester, and you didn't consider him a funny man.
you approached the library and the guards pulled the open the door to let you in. once inside, you marveled at the sheer size of the room. you had never come in here, only having seen the setting from the one chapter where sae and FMC met here for their first kiss.
stepping in, you swerved your head around to take in the intricate wooden shelves upon shelves upon shelves that stood from the floor to the ceiling. and the ceiling itself had a circular glass opening in the middle, allowing for the moonlight to pour straight in. your eyes took in the place in wonder, "wow."
"leave me alone, would you?" you heard the irritating, grating sound of rin's voice. snapping your head back, you came face to face with him. as per custom, you bowed, "prince rin."
"what are you doing here?" he asked, cold and shrewd. you picked yourself up and nodded to the vast expanse of books, "searching for a book."
"didn't think you fancied those."
"didn't think you did either, and yet, the two of us stand here."
"it is quite late." he quipped and you smiled, humorless, "it is the same time for you as it is for me, lord."
he pursed his lips, narrowing his eyes as if he didn't quite know how to answer you. in his hand, he held a leatherbound, heavy book. you looked at the book and then to him. neither of you said anything, standing in utter, cold silence, shrinking down between the tall shelves of the library.
finally sighing, he nodded, "very well. goodnight."
the man took a step forward, quick to cross you by and leave when you turned around and caught yourself speaking, "that seems like it's... heavy." as soon as the words were out of your system, you were wincing and pretending like you hadn't said them. i mean, why in god's name would you care to make conversation with that pig-headed man?!
"pardon?" he turned back around, tilting his head to the side. his inky hair fell to the side, his teal eyes shining in the dark. he seemed... almost human like this, no longer the insolent fool that irked you. your words faltered at his expression, "u-uh... the book." you said rather quietly, "...seems heavy."
he looked from you to the book, then back at you. perhaps, you had imagined it but his voice came out softer, "it's not that bad."
and almost instinctively, you couldn't resist asking, "what is it about?"
prince rin itoshi — unnerving, condescending, with his holier-than-thou attitute — blinked slowly. he brought his free hand to his neck, scratching as if it'll make the silence less awkward. at the shift in his demeanor, you immediately raised your arms in surrender, eyes widening to the size of saturn, "you do not have to answer if you do not wish to—"
"it's... about a game." you saw him start and promptly shut up. "it's about this chinese... game. cuju. there's a spherical object, usually a rock or something stuffed inside animal hide and people kick it around—" he stopped, "nothing. it's rather boring."
"does it interest you? this game?"
he paused again, as if your question was something he couldn't anticipate. he shrugged, "i suppose. the only games we are allowed as royalty are... rather bleak and boring."
"i s'pose i understand. ugh. this entire place is bleak and boring." you sighed, already missing the comfort of your manga and other forms of media. it surely concerned you, how your dopamine release was so closely connected to your weekly release of manga chapters but well, you missed them dearly.
at your genuine words, rin laughed — something short and airy, that didn't last long. but it lasted long enough to make your eyes widen and jaw fall agape. rin itoshi never laughed! never as much as smiled! it was a running gag in the manga that he was physically incapable of smiling. which was such a shame because... because he was so pretty when he smiled.
"i'm glad someone agrees with me." he admitted, "most people... they cannot look past the tea parties and the grand estates."
"uh, right." you pursed your lips, still unrecovered from his previous action. you nodded, bowing again, "goodnight, then."
you expected to hear the soft pitter-patter of his feet carrying him away, but instead, you raised your head to him still standing there. he spoke softly, as if surprised at the fact that he was still standing there, "what are you here in the search for?"
honestly, some BL would be good right now. but you assumed they didn't have any in here. something something ancient times, something something homophobia. but you were willing to settle for any kind of romance or drama.
pink tainted your cheek, you already assumed that if you confessed about wanting to read romance, he would call you an oaf and make a quip about women only wanting to read those genres. but eitherways, you bit your lip and admitted, "perhaps, some romance?"
"oh." he paused and you expected some sort of a jab. but none came. instead, you swear his pale cheeks reddened. he nodded, "do you like to read those...?"
you saved yourself the humiliation by cutting in, "yes. it's..." you sighed. "i presume, it is rather nice to read something sweet and fictional, for i have abandoned any hope for romance in the real world."
you laughed, thinking rin would too, thinking you would catch a sight of his smile again like a man starved aching for the last morsel of rice.
instead, his lips pulled themselves into something that resembled a pout, "that is not a very nice thing to admit to your husband-to-be."
your cheeks heated, and you weren't sure whether it was from the jab itself or the fact that this was the longest you two had gone without hurling insults at each-other and perhaps, that peaceful time was about to come to a halt. "oh? sor— apologies."
the pout melted away, as he chose to pull his full lips into a faint smile. "but then again, you did warn me of how much you do not fancy me."
you bunched your brows. did this asshole forget how he usually acted? it was impossible for you to harbor any hopes of romance from him. so, you bit back, retorting to your usual. "you do not fancy me either!"
"when did i ever utter those words?"
perhaps it was too late at night, or perhaps you were going insane here from all the teas and the puddings. what did he say?!
he continued, "but perhaps, you are right. romance is pretty hopeless. it has rendered my brother rather useless. all he cares about, day or night, is her. it's getting rather ridiculous to see."
well, cultured women reading the manga called sae "goals", not a useless man. but ofcourse, how would a hater like rin ever understand that!
you huffed, "well, if you were to ever love somebody, then you would perhaps understand your brother. his wife-to-be is a lucky woman. most yearn to find a man who loves them so." you shrugged, "it can't be helped if your heart is made of stone, prince."
his lips twitched into a smile, "perhaps. perhaps not. i hope you find a book that catches your interest. fair night to you."
and before you could say anything, he was already moving to the door and walking out. you watched as the door shut behind him, silence engulfing your frame.
"that was longest you and prince rin have gone without arguing! how wonderful!" your lady-in-waiting chirped. you jolted at her voice, for you had almost forgotten she was even standing there. you turned around to face her and gave her a awkward grin, "y-yes. how... wonderful, indeed. could you lead me to the romance section, please?"
"of course! follow me."
━━━━☆⭒
three days later.
"you, again." and though his words were the kind you hated, rin didn't have his usual condescending tone as he crossed paths with you, late night at the library. you hadn't expected to run into him, thinking that coincidences like that happened only once a lifetime in such an humongous palace but seems like fate had other plans.
you bowed, more out of habit than respect, "prince rin."
"finished reading your book already?" he cocked an eyebrow as you straightened your back, "indeed."
"did it light the dying embers of romance in your heart?"
a sly smile tugged at the ends of your lips, "positively, yes."
"hm?" he nodded, solemn, "how wonderful."
"and how far along are you with your book?" you asked next, exchanging pleasant commentary before it turned sour. "cuju...? that was it, right?"
his eyes widened, if only slightly, as if he didn't expect you to remember that name. his lips parted and he cleared his throat, looking to the ground, "yes. intriguing. it was very informative."
"are you here for another book?"
he nodded, "as are you, i presume."
"hm." you nodded, "i have plenty of idle time here." shrugging, you looked around, "what are you looking for, another book on the nature of games?"
"that..." he paused for a second, shying his attention from your face to his hand. he brought his hand up and twisted the ring that sat on his ring finger, the one that you had adorned him with almost three weeks prior. "would you... do you think i should..." he cleared his throat, bringing his gaze back to yours, "i was wondering if i should read the book you had picked last time."
you stilled, "the... romance...?"
he stiffened, again shifting his gaze from you to the tallest shelves that kissed the ceiling, "yes, i pondered about what... you said..." he sighed, miserably settling on a sentence, "you accused of my heart being stone and i wondered if that book would be enough to move me."
you had just begun to grin, begun to think about teasing him when he cut himself off with a loud interjection, "well, i- i am not going to." he stuttered as his eartips turned pink, "it was just a thought. a thought i have long abandoned."
well, perhaps that was for the best. the book contained some... rather spicy scenes. you were no historian, so you didn't expect the vivid descriptions of phalluses and wet caverns to grace the pages but they had! turns out, humans have been freaky from the dawn of time. you surely didn't want the prince to think of you like that! he didn't seem like the man who could handle that information well.
you smiled, "well, that is to your judgement, prince. as you deem fit."
"hm. fair night."
"fair night to you as well."
after that, you didn't have a lasting conversation with rin itoshi, not until the night before your wedding. not until he punched someone for you.
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ten days later.
your eyes widened, jaw falling agape as a soft sound escaped you. you didn't know who to look at — your husband-to-be who was heaving and clutching his knuckle or the nobleman on the ground with a bleeding lip.
it was supposed to be a celebratory night, a night where the high nobility and guests from nearby kingdoms mingled to celebrate your wedding to come. you had been informed that the feast was more a diplomatic evening, to familiarize yourself with the neighbouring kingdom's nobility than it was to celebrate your and rin's marriage the next day. you had obliged and turned up, not like you had a choice.
everything had been going swimmingly. the waltz was gentle and enough to lull you in sleep if you let it, the chandliers glimmered and glinted, the champagne in your hand was bubbly and delectable, all was good. all was good. until rin itoshi punched a man and watched him fall to the ground with no remorse.
"RIN—?" his father echoed, quick to move to the scene and help the man up. with the urgency in your to-be father in law's step, you assumed the man was important. you wanted to step in, wanted to take his hand in your own and inspect the bruises but before you could even take a step forward, rin was being escorted off by his personal knight. as he made his way out of the dining hall, he gave you a look — something hard to decipher.
rin wasn't a violent man. crude, cruel and unlikeable? yes. but not violent. you assumed he had good reason to hit the man, and in due time you came to know of it.
at night, when you had changed out of your expensive party gown and into an expensive night gown, your lady-in-waiting approached you with careful step.
"i found out why prince rin hit that man today." she started off slowly.
instantly, you asked, "why?"
"apparently, the man had..." she stopped, as if choosing her next words carefully. "this is just what i heard but... apparently, the man had make snide remarks about your character, calling you names. the younger prince lost his temper and... well, that." yeah that: a old, fat, bald man with a bruised, bleeding lip on the ground.
instead of feeling warmth blossom into your chest at the idea of him saving you, you laughed instead. your lady-in-waiting blinked, surprised as you clutched your chest and laughed, "surely, you have gotten the wrong idea. who told you of this?"
prince rin itoshi wouldn't even hurt a fly for you, much less a man of much court ranking.
your lady-in-waiting bit her lip, "a friend of mine works in the infirmary, she overheard the officials recount the event and informed me."
you waved your hand, "this is all bullshit—!"
"bullshit...?"
"it's pointless." you argued, "i am sure somebody made this up to make the story seem more interesting. to make us seem more interesting. he would never hit a man for me." because rin itoshi wasn't this stupid. hell, he wasn't this... this lovestruck. he could never! and you refused to believe it, even with your wedding the very next day.
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the next night.
"will... will they stand outside?" you stuttered, looking at the humongous door that led out of rin's chambers.
his chambers had been decorated, with flowers and candles littered fashionably everywhere. there was a sweet, musky aroma in the air, something that almost made you feel lightheaded.
still looking at the door, you wrung your hands and bit your lip, "will they come check?!" at the prospect of that idea, your heart thumped louder in your ear.
rin stood at the edge of his bed, arms folded over his chest and still in his royal attire from the wedding ceremony. his eyes followed you, watching you intently as you paced the room with your heart on your tongue.
he started off slowly, as if not to make you jump, "you knew... you had known prior that they would want us to consummate? right?"
"i... well, yes."
and you had! your lady-in-waiting had told you about how in royal lineages, on the day of the wedding, the royal family watched the newly weds consummate. that had you almost throwing up. almost. but then she had assured you that the tradition had been long given up on, with now most opting to not do that. instead, they came to check the newly put, ivory bedsheets the next day, hoping to see a splotch of blood there — both as a proof of the woman's virginity and as proof of their... first night together. you knew this. you knew this, and yet you didn't have the stomach to do this.
"then?"
you snapped. he was being so calm about it, that you seemed irrationally stupid! "well, i didn't expect them to stand outside your door, waiting for us to fuck!"
"f-fuck...?" he whispered and you almost ripped your hair out of your scalp. right now wasn't the time to play translator!
rin watched the look of agony on your face and asked sincerely, "is something else the issue? are... are you not pure?"
"what?" you snapped again, this time with venom in your eyes. "does my virginity matter?!" and though you knew it didn't, the look that crossed his face seemed otherwise. you quickly shifted the conversation, not lingering at your futile attempt to liberate women in the middle ages. "and- and besides, it is not the... the purity of the situation that worries me. i just... we shouldn't." you winced, throwing your hands up dramatically, "you do not like me! and i find it rather ridiculous that we are being forced to... to c-consummate under such circumstances."
rin eyed you, studying you like you were one of those games he liked so much. then, he pursed his head and nodded, "they won't leave until they hear something substantial." you looked at him, wide-eyed as he continued, "and they would come to check for a bloodstain tomorrow."
"i know. the bloodstain isn't even a sign of losing one's virginity! that is such a myth."
rin pulled his brows together, as if he didn't believe your words.
you sighed, defeated. there was no way out. perhaps if you just got through it quickly...?
but rin had other plans as he suggested, "nonetheless, the bloodstain aspect of it all is easy. i'd make a small cut on my arms, enough to draw blood but not enough to turn fatal. we use the blood to stain the sheets. that should be enough to satiate them."
"what?!" you pitched higher, "cut yourself?! are you positively out of your mind?!"
"well, do you wish to consummate with me, then?" he snapped, irritated at your words.
you crossed your arms, "if anyone has to bleed, i shall! it's a predicament that bothers me, anyway!"
"no need. i can forgo a little bit of blood. i shan't die." he said calmly. his tone pissed you off! could he, for one second, not be such an asshole?!
"i shan't let you—!" you whispered shouted, not backing down.
knock, knock, knock.
"WE HEAR NO NOISE!" a far-off voice carried itself into his chambers and you felt your heart drop to your stomach. noises?! they wanted noises?! "SHOULD WE COME TO CHECK IN, PRINCE?"
"NO." rin shouted back, "WE... WE ARE GETTING TO IT. PATIENCE, AUNT."
he gave you a look, something that was basically a warning to choose quick. you jabbed an index in his direction, still whisper shouting, "we shall see who's bleeding later. for now... i just want them gone."
rin's pale skin flared red at your words and their implication. they wanted noise, something to... something to make them believe you two were doing what husbands and wives were supposed to.
"we can..." you corrected yourself, "i can fake the noises, pretend that we... we are doing something."
"it shall be..." he tightened his arms across his chest and sighed. "it shall be obvious if it's just you making noises."
"right... so you should as well."
"theoretically, yes."
you swallowed, "but it's just pretend... so, if you don't mind...?"
he swallowed too, and you watched his adam's apple bob in his throat, "o-of course."
you bit your lip, "uh... so, should I just...? start...?"
"perhaps," he stole a glance at the expensive bedding. his king sized bed was clad in glistening, ivory sheets atop which rose petals were arranged. "perhaps we should at least take to the bed?" he held up a hand in explanation, "in the off-chance of those- those people barging in. it would be weird for them to see us..."
"standing so far apart, yes." you finished, nodding.
heat blossomed from the apple of your cheeks to your neck as you took ginger steps towards the bed. you climbed in from one end, while he did the same from the other side. you sat yourself down at one edge, and he did the same to the opposite. there was a lifetime of difference between the two of you.
rin looked at you, then immediately snapped his head away. you did much the same. this cycle of looking at each other and shying away continued till—
"—SHALL WE COME IN, PRINCE? ARE YOU HAVING TROUBLES?" and perhaps it was the paranoia, but you felt the door creak open just slightly, not enough for anyone to peek in, but to serve as a reminder that there were people outside. standing. waiting.
rin flamed hot, "NO! I AM DOING PERFECTLY FINE IN HERE!"
"ARE YOU SURE, PRINCE?"
"PLENTY SURE."
he looked at you and winced, "pardon them."
you nodded quickly, "pardoned." you tried to subside the jump in your heart but it was to no avail. you could hear your pulse in your throat, "s-should i begin?"
"well—" the entirety of his stoic face was red by now, the kind that made it seem like he was having an allergic flare up. his voice dropped low, as if he was praying you wouldn't hear what you said next. "should you not come a little... closer? just because if they do barge in—" his eyes shot to the door in time with yours.
you nodded quickly again, "yes. yes. very well." you scooted yourself in exactly five inches. rin looked at you, with furrowed eyebrows, "I meant, perhaps meet me down the middle."
oh, god. you were sure you resembled a tomato more than a human, at this point. you repeated, "middle...?"
"middle."
you scooted in closer, he did as well until there was a few inches between you two. if you reached out, you could probably take his hand in yours, trace your fingertips over the bruise on his knuckle. you looked down to your lap, "is this... fine?"
"more than fine."
you swallowed, feeling like your mouth was betraying you by forgoing all moisture. your voice was shaky as you started, "a-ah— p-prince..." your eyes shot to the door, as if you were to give the performance of a lifetime.
"rin." he said softly, and you looked at him, whispering, "pardon?"
"j-just call me rin."
saying prince while you fake moaned was doable, you could, for a moment, pretend that you were just doing world's weirdest role play but calling him by his name? no. that... that was proposterous!
"and perhaps... if we are to just... pretend." he tugged at his collar, as if the skin underneath his expensive attire was overheating him. "we can just... just..."
"kiss?" you quipped, surprising yourself with a small, pitched sound afterwards.
he looked at you, "we— we won't go any further."
"we shan't."
"shan't at all."
your eyes fell to his full lips, the ones you had only seen tugged up in slight amusement. you took to his eyes once more, and found them already trained on you. "just... just a kiss."
"just... that." his eyes tracked along your lips, impatient.
all you did was nod once and he was moving his body over to yours. leaning in, his face inched nearer to yours and you closed your eyes — both in fear of liking what you saw, or not liking it.
first came his smell — musky and woodsy, something so carnally rin. it permeated your body, sinking into your bloodstream. second, came his hand — soft and nimble — as he placed them to your cheeks. you felt feverish under his touch. third, came his breath — flat against your cupid's bow as you felt him close the gap. finally, came his lips — soft. there was nothing you could say to describe it. to describe him. he was euphoric.
he pressed his lips against yours, soft and diligent, as if he was scared to do anything more. he didn't move, didn't deepen the kiss, didn't do anything more. so, you took matters into your hands. literally.
you planted your hands on either sides of his cheeks and kissed him back. though your eyes remained closed, you heard a wayward whimper escape the stoic prince. you slotted your lips against his, kissing him till you could feel the taste of his mouth on yours linger for eternity.
one of his frantic hands came to your waist and slowly, rin shifted his body weight in a way that had him hovering over your body as you kissed him.
"mmph—" he groaned, blissful as you licked the seam of his lips and teased his tongue with your own. his heart jumped to his throat, eyes clenching shut with each swipe of your tongue against his. "haah—!"
he parted from your lips, strings of lewd saliva bridging your lips to his. he traced his lips down your jaw, kissing down to your throat. his voice came raspy, needy, "use your voice."
you stuttered at his command, "w-what?"
he met your eyes with a crimson blush, "they're waiting to hear us."
"o-oh." your lips parted open as he delved his face back to your neck, licking a fat strip down the column on your throat. your breath got stuck somewhere between your mouth and your trachea as he finally sunk his teeth into your pulse. "prince r-rin, oh lord."
"louder." he kissed the indents and you moaned at the feeling of his hot saliva slobbering against the blossoming pain, "l-lord, you... you feel 'sgood."
he kept his mouth latched to your mouth, unyielding as his eyes met yours. he hummed against your skin, as if he had forgotten that you two were just pretending. his words were punctuated with a flurry of kisses, "so sweet."
you two don't know how long you were at it, him circling his lips over yours and you over his. by the time you two stopped, your breaths were ragged, eyes blown wide with lust and necks bruised with blossoms of desperation.
you placed your hands on his chest, pushing him back. he looked at you, eyes blown open wide and heaving.
"princess..." his voice was light, almost escaping you in your nonsensical state. "i... can I touch you?"
your body felt as if it were on fire, "touch me...?" your eyes darted to the door, "why? have they not left yet?"
"i-" he swiveled his head back to look at the metallic door, and then back to you. "i don't think they did."
"how do you know?" you quipped, already watching him lean into you with that hungry, gleaming look in his eyes. his lips pressed over yours, his words gruff, "just do."
"but prince—?"
"please. as men do to their wives." you saw his adam's apple bob in his throat again. "if you let me."
all rationale left in your brain begged you to say no, to tell him that this was a terribly bad idea. but you felt yourself nod.
in a second, rin was pulling up your full skirt upwards, throwing the ruffles of fabric up in the air as he desperately tried to uncover what was underneath.
your undergarments were wet with your slick, something that made rin's pants stiffen even more as he rid you of them.
a small noise escaped his mouth and you instinctively felt your thighs attempt to clamp shut. you stuttered, uncharacteristically red. "w-what?!"
his hands pushed your thighs apart with a ravenous hunger in his eyes, "don't run now."
you whimpered at the intensity of his words, hiding your gaze beneath your sweaty, clamoring palms for barely a second before he was tugging at you wrist and forcing you to look at him, "no. your eyes on me."
heat ran up your face, cumulating somewhere in your head. you swallowed harshly as he leaned in closer to your gushing centre and swiped a finger up and down your slit.
your back arched, "rin."
he studied you like you were one of those games he was so enamored by, like he could understand how he could break you and build you up with just one look. he swiped his fingers up your slit again, collecting your juices on the tip of finger.
a heavy breath escaped his lips, his eyes unable to look away from your sweet, twitching cunt. "is it... alright?"
you nodded once, "yes... you can use your..." you cringed at the words that left your lips next because there was no way the second prince of the kingdom knew what giving head meant. "mouth too."
you expected resistance, or for his eyes to blow wide open. instead, the man dived in almost immediately. his lips circled your clit, his tongue flattening against the throbbing nub. it was as if he could feel your heartbeat on his smooth tongue.
he traced his tongue against your cunt, swiping it up and down in a motion that had you bucking your hips up into his mouth. your hands tangled against his hair as your voice broke, "f-fuck, yes."
rin raised his eyes to your face, unrelenting still in the way his mouth worked against you. his tongue pushed and prodded against the bundle of nerves till your felt your spine tighten and muscles spasm. you cried loudly, half for the performance and half from the thrill of his face against your apex, "prince rin— oh my god! i'm going to—?!"
at your confession, his vigor tripled. he lapped at your core like a hungry dog, drinking down the sweet nectar in lecherous, long sips.
you broke from inside out as waterfalls of sticky juice gushed out of you — sticky and sickly sweet as it splashed against his face.
rin licked his lips, raising his head up slightly to look at you. you were heaving — your chest and neck was painted red, eyes blown open and lustful, with your bosom stuttering up and down. your wedding dress was in shambles, pushed halfway up to your abdomen and falling from the straps at your shoulder.
you looked at him and swallowed again, finding words harder to come by, "p-prince...?"
"again." he grunted, wrapping his hands around your thighs and pulling you in against himself.
your thighs trembled in protest, "no- no need. i'm certain that your family has left—!"
he eyes locked into yours, the same hungry gleam returning with vengeance. "no. they haven't."
"you do not know of that, prince—!"
but he buried his face in your heat again, uncaring for your protests or rationale logic. you should have known this, once prince rin itoshi set his mind to something, he accomplished it to the fullest.
two more orgasms later, that is how he now had your thighs spread wide open — with your core dripping down sex to his hungry mouth. he gulped mouthfuls of you, not halting once even as his slobbering saliva dripped down to his chin and neck and chest, coating the collar of his expensive wedding suit and painting the ivory sheets under.
your mouth hung open, throat raw and ripped as you squirmed away from him for the nth time. your hips shimmied backwards, bunching the bedsheet under your ass, "no, please— prince. 'senough."
he shook his head, something that was a counter to your claims. as if it wasn't enough, as if he hadn't ripped out two or three orgasms out of your body with his inexperienced tongue and mouth.
"doesn't your jaw hurt?!"
"no." his words were muffled against you.
"and- and i'm certain that your family has left..." you quipped next, attempting to woo him away from the matter at hand but he just gripped you stronger, "perhaps not."
your eyes widened, your weak upper body shooting up in protest, "no! they have. i'm certain."
he shrugged, still latching his tongue against your clit in a slippery swivel that traded your sanity for broken chants of his name with every swipe.
"prince-!" you groaned, writhing off the sheets in vain, "i beg of you."
rin tsked against you, "don't be such a nuisance."
"'senough! get off of me! rin—!" you cried next, twisting your hips against his face to pull him off.
he complied with an irritated sigh.
his jaw and lips were coated in your essence and he wiped if off with the back of his hand.
you glared at the man, "you're insufferable."
"why?" he quizzed you, "was it awful?"
your breath caught in your throat, "well, no."
he shot up a brow, "then what is it with the complaints?"
"we were supposed to just kiss..." your words trailed off. your eyes shied away from his.
you heard the sheets rustle as rin stood up on his knees, staring at you. he was a feet above you, his erection almost square in front of you. "have you any regrets?"
your eyes met his with uncertainty. you opened your mouth and promptly closed it shut. sighing, you shook your face, "no..."
he inhaled sharply at your answer, "will you have any regrets going forth?"
the intensity of his gaze made your stomach churn inwards. your breath stuttered helplessly in your throat, which now felt suddenly too dry. "no..."
"good." he leaned in towards yourself, bringing his hand to the back of your nape. he cradled your cranium as he leaned in to deepen the kiss. you came to lie down on the mattress again, as he laid his body weight over you. his lips slotted against yours, his entire body pressing over yours. he pushed you back deeper into the mattress, hovering over you.
your hands worked quick, your fingers coming to undo the glinting buttons of his suit. he grunted, helping you by shimmying off his expensive clothes. under his royal attire was a sculpted, lean body.
you ran your hands up and down his body, feeling the smooth skin underneath.
rin hissed under your skimming touches, closing his eyes as you sunk your teeth into his neck and bit down. your hands moved down his body, reaching his silken pants.
"what are you...?" he gulped as you traced his erection through the fabric. you hummed against his skin, "you haven't done it- this before?"
his ears blushed red, "not with another."
"but you've done it yourself?" you licked the indents on his throat, the ones you had adorned him with seconds prior.
he gulped. your felt it against your throat. "well, yes. i am a man..." his voice trailed off, "after all."
"strip for me, prince." you said, almost too quietly, and noticed his entire face break into a red blossom.
his usual agile and precise fingers shook as he undid the garments he wore and stripped himself naked in front of you.
you eyed him up and down — from his flushed face to his flushed, leaking cock. it was such a pretty thing — pale, slightly curved with a pink, flushed tip that weeped down strings of pre.
you nodded to beckon him closer. his limbs wobbled like jelly as he neared you. you guided him to sit down against the headboard, his black flush against the velvety fabric.
your nimble hand pushed open his muscular thighs, and you came to sit between it, slowly taking his erection in your palms.
rin hissed as soon as your hand encompassed around his dick. his hips automatically bucked upwards, chasing a foreign friction — the kind he had never dared imagine before.
you moved your hand up and down in a methodical method, squeezing his tip ever-so-slightly as you grazed the top.
his meaty thighs shuddered, eyes fluttering close as he felt your obscene, glittery spit land square on his tip. it mixed with the pre, dripping down his shaft before you coated your palm in it and started pumping him faster.
"oh—" his maw hung open, strong hands fisting the sheets as your pace quickened. you squeezed down his erection, waiting at the bottom. and before he could crack open an eye to check on your halt, you were already taking him in your mouth. so warm and velvety.
his eyes flew open, breath staggering at the sight of you, "princess, you— you're..." he inhaled sharply, "that's... that's dirty."
you popped your glossy lips off of him, deepening your arch and jutting your ass up in the air to make a spectacle out of it. you smacked the globular tip against your lips once, twice, thrice. "if it happens to be dirty," you kissed his tip and he winced, "then, as your wife it's my utmost duty to clean it up, prince."
you wasted no time taking him back in, suctioning his tip with your tongue slathering sticky saliva all around it. he arched his back, one of his hands immediately shooting to your head to push you in, "shall you take it in... deeper?"
you nodded, locking eyes with him with his cock buried 2/3rds in your mouth. your lips stretched around his member, your eyes watery as you let him fuck into you by the back of your throat.
"i—" he panted, "i cannot hold back... not anymore."
you nodded again, and he was a gone man.
his hips met your mouth in erratic thrusts — the kind that had his tip grazing your uvula in a rough rhythm. you squeezed his base tight, alternating between tightening your grip and loosening it up completely.
above you, rin was in utter ruination. he had never felt this. something so strong, so wholly foreign but completely familiar. your mouth felt like it had always been his. the way you accommodated him, the way your sultry tongue licked it up and down. oh god, you were perfect for him.
you sucked particularly strong and rin felt heat pooling in his stomach turn to lava. his thighs shook, stomach tightening beyond belief. and then, his vision fogged over, and he was just a vessel for boundless pleasure, feeling himself release in your mouth.
the obscene liquid pooled down the edges of your lips and fell to his hot skin. he watched your throat jump up and down as you drank down all he had given to you.
when you pulled yourself off him, your chest heaved and your eyes were tinted red. despite the mess he had made of you, you gave him a wobbling smile.
he shot up, bringing his hand to your cheeks delicately. his eyes met yours, concern pooling in the usually mirthful teal irises, "is it alright?"
you nodded, laughing, "i can still feel you in here." you caressed over your throat, "it feels all warm, prince."
you guided his broad hand down to your throat. he caressed the column of your throat before squeezing down on it.
your eyes fluttered shut, core dragging against the silken sheets as you tried to rut and catch some friction against your needy clit.
"i yearn for you..." he started slowly. his cheeks flared at the reminder of his dick in your mouth. he looked away from you for a second, before looking back at you, at the needy gyrations of your hips driveling against the sheets.
"i yearn for you too..." you moaned, guiding his hand below, below, below and right over your pussy. "here."
he gulped, venturing his fingers in between your body and the sheets to rub at the doughy clit. "do you wish for me to...?"
"yes." you nodded, rubbing yourself against his calloused fingertips, "i wish to feel warm all over. i wish to feel you inside, plunging my insides with your thrusts."
his eyes blew open, a sly smirk pulling at his lips, "you have such lecherous requests, princess."
you grinded against his hand faster, feeling your clit catch against his skin in a sinful dance. your jaw opened, "o-only for my husband."
something snapped inside him at that title. he curled his fingers under you, sticking them up so that you could ride them easily. "your husband...?"
"yes. a-are you, nghh— not mine, hah?" your arms came to wrap around his shoulders, your eyes shutting in ecstasy as his rough fingers rummaged inside you while the heel of his palm dug so deliciously against your clit.
"i am." he inhaled in your scent sharply, "all yours."
you rut against him like an animal in heat — primal and far beyond saving.
you pushed the man away by chest, forcing him to retrieve his hand from under you and lay down. your hips hovered over his erection, your eyes boring into his, "may i?"
his eyes shot between your dripping apex and your face — both of them somehow equally lewd.
he nodded and you found yourself sinking down his erection, taking inch upon inch of him inside your body.
rin's response was immediate. for a man that could never shut up, all he could manage now were gasps and grunts.
his hands found purchase against your waist as he helped you settle down on his cock. your eyes rolled back to your head as he finally bottomed out inside you.
you gasped, closing your eyes in surrender as your body refused to move. his thick girth kissed every crevice of your cunt. you were so incredibly full, so incredibly filled to the brim that it felt like his flushed tip was pushing all the way to your lungs.
you collapsed forward, your hands looping around his neck and your face crashing in the crook of his neck.
his strong hands came to wrap around your body, tight and reassuring, "princess, are you...?" he was cut off by the ruthless spasm of your greedy cunt around his length.
"yes, yes." you squeezed down on him, "god. please. rin... move."
his eyes blew open at the mention of his own name. his feet planted themselves against the sprightly mattress and he felt himself rutting up into you, thrusting his length all the way inside your plushy cunt before retrieving it and doing it over and over again.
"haah, fuck—" your breath condensed against his skin as you moaned into him, "fuck, rin nghh— harder—!"
"say it again." he grunted in your ear, "again."
"harder, r-rin...?" you yelped at the mattress compressed under his feet as he fucked up into you even stronger, each of his thrusts meeting you all the way to your cervix. your eyes rolled back, entire body jostling in protest as he held you tight against himself and used you as his personal cumdump, "keep saying my name. like that."
his tip hit the bullseye, his length massaging your walls in an intimate dance that had you drooling against his neck and crying in protest.
"fuck, fuck— rin." you gasped, crying at his toned v-line smacked against your clit at every thrust. your nipples brushed against his smooth skin with each point of contact. your body was on fire, and the man under you was adding fuel to it. "oooh— oh, god... 'mgonna b-break..."
"you're not going to—"
"i am," you babbled, "my pussy's gonna break—!"
using one hand, he raised your face up from the crook of his neck and pulled you to his lips. he kissed you, all messy and toothy as his cock rammed in and out of you in a haphazard, fast rhythm.
the room was filled with the smell of sex and sweat, the lecherous bangs of skin on skin as his body crashed into yours again and again. your stomach and thighs burnt with every powerful smack of his body into yours.
lolling your jaw open, you sneaked your tongue into his mouth. god, he felt so delicious against you.
"rin, rin—" you babbled against him, not making much sense as your orgasm loomed over you like an impending threat. your cunt squeezed him again, "i might—" you kissed him again, muffled as you confessed, "i might cum, gaah— fuck, fuck, fuck. rin."
he nodded, rendered speechless as his sensitive tip probbed your spots and made him see red. the ceiling over your heads seemed to sway, the bed under your rustled, and the bedframe creaked. but all rin itoshi could care for was the sinful clamp of your pussy on his dick.
"rin—?!" you gasped, hiding your face against his chest as he felt your core tighten impossibly so. you wrapped around him so snugly that he could barely move, could barely thrust in and out of you in an attempt to chase his own high.
"i should— should remove myself." rin argued, with whatever semblance of sanity he had preserved. "you can't be with child."
"no. no. no." you chanted, somehow tightening your grip on him. "inside me... please."
"but—?!"
"rin." you cried against his skin, frenzied and slowly unravelling, "please."
how could he possibly let go after that soft plea of yours?
your walls squeezed down his sensitive tip and he gasped as he felt his erection splutter out ropes of cum into you.
"fuuuuuck." you groaned, feeling warmth pool inside your cunt and feeling it slosh about before some of it escaped out of you and onto his cock.
"oh, lord." you gasped, feeling his erection soften inside you slowly. more of his cum seeped out of you, coating both of your legs in a godly sheen.
one of his arms rubbed your back up and down, up and down. you breathed in his scent and closed your eyes, "that was..."
"yeah." he gulped, feeling his own eyes fall shut with fatigue, "more than a kiss, certainly."
you stilled against his skin, "certainly."
he gently took you off him, settling you next to him. you rested your head on his bicep, turning away from him to stare at the marvelous ceiling above you.
"im exhausted." you sighed, feeling all the muscles in your body slacken.
"hm." he pursed his lips shut, staring at the same ceiling.
your breathing synced with his, exhausted, slumped bodies rising and falling in a practiced rhythm.
you placed your hands over your stomach, gently tapping them across your skin. "so... do you suppose your family left?"
rin craned his neck to your face, then back towards the ceiling. he shrugged, "possibly."
"do you suppose they... they will be satisfied?" you bit your cheek, wincing the at the feeling of your molars digging into the flesh. "with our sounds."
rin didn't answer for a long time, just pulled his arm from under your head to his side. he kept his arms crossed against his chest, as if it would enough to guard his body from you, or the horrifying realization of what you both had done.
eventually, you turned to look in his direction. "prince...?"
"we don't need to carry this ruse any further. i am certain they're..." he turned his head the other way, not facing you. "sarisfied."
"i see..."
at your answer, rin quipped quickly, "if that was uncomfortable for you, we shan't do it again. i apologize..." his words quieted down, "for getting carried away." a beat. "i know you do not fancy me."
he cleared his throat, not meeting your eyes, "shall we sleep?"
your pulse throbbed in your neck as you watched him turn to his side, showing you his naked, muscular back. your eyes followed him keenly, but you were unable to find the will to call out to him again.
"so..." you shuddered, turning on your side such that you faced his back. "this was just a one-time thing, yes?"
he hummed once. then, twice as you didn't answer. then, he sighed, "have you any regrets?"
you shook your head, "no. as for you?"
"no." he stilled, "we had no choice but to consummate the marriage. we mustn't think too much about it. from now on, i do as I must, and you do as you shall. none of us hinders the other. we're married for legal reasons, that is all."
somehow, though you were well-versed in the language of rin itoshi, and his destructive tongue, you couldn't help but feel sick at his words pricked at your skin. your stomach churned itself over, a gnawing, sinking feeling coming alive in your chest.
he hated you. you were sure. the worst part happened to be that you didn't hate him. and it was devastating to live like this, to know that he would curse you for ages when you won't. and so, in your self-destructive rampage, you decided to make the worst decision of your life.
"i am not who you think i am." you said out loud. flatly, as if you were discussing the weather and not the mortifying truth of your existence that would, very well, destroy both you and the younger itoshi.
his face turned around, gaze shooting to yours at your admission. his teal eyes narrowed, features twisting in confusion, "pardon?"
"i am not..." you sighed, sitting up. you brought your thighs to your chest, "i have been brought to this world- and- and i know i sound insane but..." you tried to explain whatever you could, and you were very well aware of the possibility that after hearing you, rin might have had you shipped to an asylum where they would have diagnosed you with hysteria and given you orgasms and lobotomy as a cure.
but all he did was blink in slow motion, and then bark out a jaded laugh, "has intimacy scrambled your brain?"
the sound felt so foreign coming from his flushed mouth.
you felt your eyes flutter shut, avoiding to look at his confused features. "i am telling you the truth—"
"that I am some man in a book?!" he sat up, "and that too, the one you hated?!"
"i know it sounds insane..."
"it is insane!" he reached out a hand to your knees, pressing down as if it could anchor you to reality. "is something the matter with you? have you hit your head or has the blood rushed all over—?"
you breathed in sharply, "when you were a child, sae had taken you to the forest at the end of the estate." your fisted the expensive bedsheet, "he promised you he would be close, but you had gotten lost. you cried. a lot."
rin furrowed his eyebrows as you continued rambling, "and then, he found you barely before the sun had fully fell, and bribed you with your favourite pies not to talk about it. you never told anyone of it. yes or yes?" you recalled the chapter that detailed some of sae's past, and the relation between the two brothes before it had soured.
rin blinked at you, retrieving his hand from your body slowly. "pardon?"
"i know of it because I had read it." you tried speaking slower, "there's no other explaination."
"no." he blinked, "sae told you that to- to..." his eyes narrowed, "did he think any of this would ensue hilarity?"
"rin." you leaned forward, "it's the truth. i am not her. this- this woman! i came from another world."
rin breathed heavy, his eyes darting from your face to your hands and knees, then back to your face. "then... then what? are you to go back now?"
"i don't think I can..." you bit down your lips, "that is why I'm telling you this." you sighed, miserable, "you can throw me down the prison cell or in an asylum but—"
"so, would you stay? here?" he cut in.
you slowed your words, shrugging. "well, i have no choice."
"and if you did?" his voice sounded rough around the edges, "if you did have the choice? then, what? you are to abandon your life here and just leave?"
"i..." you blinked slowly, "i do not know that."
"why didn't you—" he heaved, picking himself off the bed, searching for his undergarments on the floor. "why did you not tell me this the first night you came here?"
"and what?!" you laughed, humorless, watching him as he fastened the linen underpants against his hips. "you would have believed me? would have accepted this error as fate?!"
"i would have broken off the marriage!" he grunted, slamming his palms against the mattress with a muted thud. "i would have! thinking you were hysterical, if nothing more!"
"i asked you to." you found yourself pitching your voice higher, "i asked you to! the very first day!"
"not for this reason, you did not!"
"does it matter?" you felt your head heat with anger, "i asked you—"
"i would have maintained my distance!" he shouted, staring at you with those wide, teal eyes. this was the most emotion you had seen on his face. "i would have stayed away, knowing you were to leave me at any moment!"
he halted, looking away from you and walking a few steps over from the bed. he turned around, and his back faced you. he ran a hand over his face, his voice uncharacteristically small. "i would have stayed away from you. princess."
"rin." you scrambled to get off bed, to reach out to him with just a linen sheet tucked against your chest.
stepping forward, you stood behind him, with a metre worth of distance between you two. the fabric rustled against the ground. everything else was eerily quiet. you could barely hear his breathing, or yours, for that matter.
you swallowed, staring at the back of his head. "what are you implying?"
he said nothing and he took another step forward, repeating, "rin."
he turned around and met your eyes. you watched his entire body slump, his broad shoulders do themselves in. even his voice sounded like a far off whisper, "you know what i am implying very well."
you shook your head, "i do not. say it. out loud."
"i... i fancy you." his head hung low, hands flexing on either side of his body as if he was itching to hold something, hold you. "that is it. that is the humiliating truth. and I know very well how much you do not fancy me—"
"i do not know what i will do if i get a choice to leave this place." you started gingerly, avoiding his sharp, wounded gaze. "i do not even know if I will ever get that choice... however, you're the only one i have here."
a sad smile crossed your lips as you picked your face back up and met his eyes. "you're my husband."
rin inhaled sharply at your admission, "and so, i am to shoulder the burden of your lies?"
you stepped forward once more, "what was that about in sickness and in health?"
"this isn't sickness." he looked away from you again, "it's some sort of cruel, cosmic joke."
you didn't say anything and he hung his head down below, sighing, "sleep. i suppose this... is pointless."
he brushed past you, trying to walk over to the bed. your palm reached for his wrist, wrapping your fingers around his skin like ivy over trees. he looked back at you.
"it isn't pointless." you clutched the sheet against your frame tighter, as if he hadn't already seen what lay below. "i was wrong about you, prince... i cannot lie and pretend like i know you wholly... because i do not, but i know enough."
"enough... for what?"
"enough... to fancy you?" you winced, drawing your eyes away from his.
he scoffed, "well, now you're just pitying me."
you looked up at him, spluttering, "n-no! i'm not pitying you."
"you fancy my brother."
"do not! not anymore!" you stressed on the syllables, "i wouldn't have fucked you if i did!"
"f-fucked...?"
"consummated. with you."
his ears reddened at your correction and your wrists tightened against his wrist again, you drew closer, "i do not ask for you to trust me. heavens know, that is impossible. i do not know for how long i am here, or for how long may i have left. but... but i was wrong about you." you chewed your cheek, "well, no. you're haughty and insufferable and downright agonizing at times."
he looked at you, all baffled.
"but..." you stepped closer still, "but there are times when you're not that... and i- i find myself enjoying your company in moments like that."
"is this supposed to flattery?"
"it's supposed to be the truth."
"and what am i to make of your words?" he raised a brow carefully. you fully closer the distance between you two, gliding your hand up his arm and wrapping it around his waist. your face met his chest and your entire body all but slumped against him, "i fancy you enough to get to know you..." you stilled, "would you give me a chance to do so?"
hesitantly, his hands came to wrap around your body. he rested his chin atop your head, sighing, "perhaps. you leave me no choice. you are my wife, after all."
you beamed against him, and he felt the stretch of your lips against his skin.
"shall we take to the bed now?" he asked and you nodded, "i'm exhausted."
eventually, you fell asleep next to him. before you could drift off completely, his voice echoed in a soft question, "one thing, what does cunt mean? you called me that once."
your eyes blew open, "uh. smart. full of wisdom."
"hm?" he hummed, in deep thought, "you're right then, i am a cunt."
you pursed your lips, "yes, but perhaps let's not use that word again. nobody else knows of it, it might give away my real identity."
rin nodded, "fair."
he pulled you flush against his chest and pressed a kiss to your temple, "fair night to you, princess."
"good night, rin."
well, updated title: THE VILLAINESS ENJOYS A CAREFREE LIFE MARRIED TO HER GREATEST-ENEMY-TURNED-NON-ASSHOLEY HUSBAND! HUZZAH!
a.n: NOT PROOFREAD. IM BARELY LUCID ENOUGH TO POST.
this is so self-indulgent and stupid and listen i know the end fight doesnt make any sense but im tired and its over 3 am and i don't care anymore. enjoy the flith mwuah mwuah
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The marble of the bathroom floor is cold against the soles of your feet when you step inside, but the air is hot and steamy as the shower stream slows before halting altogether.
Water droplets trickle down Sae’s pectorals to the ridges of his abdomen as he exits the shower and wraps a towel low on his hips.
His teal eyes meet yours expectantly, following your hand as they reach for a comb and scissors.
Large hands wrap around you as he hoists you up onto the sink, sliding down to spread your thighs as he stands between them.
His bangs were dipping below his eyebrows, brushing the long lashes that shielded his sharp gaze.
It was time for a cut.
His nose scrunched when the cold metal of the blades grazed his forehead, small tufts of mauve hair falling down as you snipped away.
He wouldn’t deny the fact he enjoyed being pampered, it was just something he didn’t ask for.
He stayed perfectly still, watching your usual small frown of concentration pull taut on your lips.
Your breath was warm on his face, and something in his eyes softened when you leant in to get the perfect cut.
Your fingers were delicate as they brushed the excess hair off his features, his own reaching up to wrap around your wrist.
His hand tugged yours down, moving it aside as he leaned in and kissed you slowly.
It was deep and grounding, the same way he always kissed you whenever his heart was beating a little too fast- as if that was enough to possibly calm its rate.
It just made it worse.
When he pulled away, his gaze flickered behind you- directly to the mirror.
“Tch. It’s lukewarm.”
He muttered, referring to the line of his bangs.
“That’s how you always have it,” You whisper, a gentle reminder.
He dragged a palm through the strands and let the damp hair fall back onto his forehead, a quiet sigh dragging from his lips.
He grunted softly before pulling you closer, finding your lips again.
you call out for sylus as you step out of the bathroom, fingers holding your dress in place and when he walks in, you swear the air shifts a little.
“can you please help me zip this?” you ask, turning your back to him without thinking twice. like it’s the most natural thing in the world to trust him like this.
there’s a brief pause before you feel his fingers brush against your skin, warm and careful and your breath catches without warning. he moves slowly, almost too slowly, like he’s aware of every inch of space between you, and suddenly it feels… intimate in a way you didn’t expect.
by the time the zipper reaches the top, his hand lingers for a second, and when you turn around to face him, you catch the way he looks away just slightly. jaw tight, like that small moment meant something a lot bigger than either of you were ready to say out loud.
For the most part, Isagi was pretty chill when he wasn't playing soccer, so it didn't take long for him to tell his teammates about his girlfriend.
"Yeah like we're supposed to believe that." Barou scoffed when Isagi told them about the date he had planned for the two of you after practice.
"What? I can afford to take my girlfriend out to dinner." Isagi countered with an annoyed expression on his face.
"No not that..." Chigiri mumbled, "You having a girlfriend."
Looking around the room, now Isagi was confused. He saw himself as the most normal one out of the group.
✩ Lockscreen S. Nagi
If Nagi had to be described in one word, it'd be a screenager.
It was at a team meeting and Nagi's phone was on the charger, that's when his screen lit up with a notification.
"Uh Nagi? Who's this?" Hiori asked, looking at the woman on his wallpaper. Turning over he simply said, "my girlfriend."
"Oh Y/N? She's really pretty..." Reo added, smiling at the picture.
"Hey," He yawned, "only I can say that." But he didn't really care. It was true, you were pretty and he was more shocked no one knew about you beforehand.
✩ Hickeys R. Itoshi
Rin barely talked to his teammates. If it wasn't about soccer or their skills he didn't give a damn.
When they were trying on their away kits for the upcoming match he was reminded as to why he ignored them so often.
"Ooh Rin~ Looks like you have a monster of your own hmm?" Bachira chuckled. And before Rin could roll his eyes and ask what the tepid loser was on about, he got a good look at himself in the mirror.
Damn your little thigh kink.
"I'd prefer it if you didn't call her a monster." Rin scoffed, before putting on the shorts with haste.
"You mean you found someone to date you..?" Isagi laughed, "poor girl."
"You saw what my thighs looked like, imagine hers." He muttered, leaving the locker room and leaving the boys inside of it surprised as hell.
There was nothing his girl was lacking.
✩ Engagement ring S. itoshi
Like his brother, Sae didn't interact much with his teammates unless it was deemed necessary. It wasn't in a malicious way, he just felt like they had nothing to offer so he felt there was no need in talking to them.
Usually after practice Sae showered, changed, grabbed his bag and headed home.
And he did the same thing happened today, except there was one thing different.
This time he took a second to slip on a gold Cartier band onto his finger before grabbing his bag to leave.
"Sae Itoshi." Aiku walked over to him with an amused look on his face, "You're engaged?"
That caught the attention of everyone else changing in the room.
"Yeah." Was all he said as he turned on his heel to leave.
"Wait," He grabbed his shoulder, "we didn't even know you were seeing anyone."
"Why would you, It's not like it's any of your business." And with that he left, leaving the other U-20 players to think.
How in the world did Sae find someone to put up with his attitude?
part 2
i lowk forget i write for fandoms other than gachiakuta so here's your sign to SEND IN REQUESTS.
Rin has always loved you, taken care of you and that doesn't change when you're pregnant either. Even when you can't eat the food he cooks or stand his scent, he loves you and does everything that'll keep you safe and comfortable.
You were six months into your married life when it happened.
A normal day— the kind filled with small affections and teasing kisses— until you wrap your arms around Rin's neck and bite his neck, that silly little gesture you always use to invite him to make love.
But instead of leaning in, Rin blinks.
"... Aren't you on your period?"
You tilt your head. "No. Not yet."
He pulls back slightly, his eyes narrowing in quiet calculation. "It's been one month and ten days."
You pause. "You sure?"
He doesn't even blink. "I track it."
You stare at him. "You what?"
"I use a period tracking app," he replies calmly, brushing your hair behind your ear. "You're late."
He isn't teasing. He looks calm, serious — even a bit scared.
You try to laugh it off, still laid-back about it, but Rin has already left the apartment and returns minutes later with a pregnancy test.
He sits you down. Watches you take it. Then stares at the plastic strip as if it's going to explode.
And when the two pink lines appear, you break first— crying like a child, eyes wide, shoulders trembling.
"I'm not ready— I don't know— I'm scared, Rin—"
But Rin... Rin just reaches for you with both arms, pulling you onto his lap, into his chest.
The frightened version of him vanishes in an instant.
He holds you like a man possessed by love, forehead pressed to yours, breath steady and warm.
"It's okay," he whispers. "You're not alone. I'll manage everything. I'll be patient again."
You nod through sobs, and Rin kisses your tear-wet face like it's made of silk.
He calms you.
Because the moment you confirmed you're carrying his child, Rin stops being the star striker—
And starts being the man who builds his entire world around you.
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The first few weeks are calm.
Until morning sickness hits full force.
Rin makes breakfast with obsessive care— perfect portions, nutrients balanced to match prenatal guidelines, everything fresh and delicate.
But that day you gag at your plate and flinch from the smell, your heart shatters.
"I—I'm so sorry, Rin," you blurt, covering your mouth. "I can't— I can't eat this. I didn't mean to—"
You see the disappointment in his eyes before he quickly masks it.
You try to explain, but he shakes his head once and disappears into the other room.
You thought he's sulking.
Turns out he was calling your mom.
And within hours, she arrives.
The kitchen transforms. The house smells like childhood. Warm spices, soft soups, comfort food. You eat a full bowl without nausea, happily chatting with your mom as she rubs your shoulders.
Rin stands in the hallway watching.
Silent. Jealous.
You've never seen him sulk like that— arms crossed, lips tight, expression unreadable.
Later, when you find him sitting alone on the balcony, you tease, "You're jealous of my mom?"
"No," he says, deadpan. "But I'm upset that she stole my patient."
"She fed your patient."
He side-eyes you. "You're not helping."
You lean over, kissing his cheek. "Thank you for calling her. I needed her. But I still love you more."
That softens him.
A little.
But then, the scent problem begins.
One night, Rin hugs you close after his shower— wearing the same cologne he always uses.
But your body recoils like you've been hit.
"Rin— don't— don't come close. I— I can't take it—your scent—"
You shove him back instinctively, hand pressed to your nose.
He freezes.
You look up to see his face blank, ears turning red.
You didn't mean to hurt him, but the damage was done.
That night, Rin sleeps on the couch for the first time ever— by your orders.
And neither of you sleeps a wink.
The next day, he tosses out every perfume bottle, laundry sheet, and body spray in the apartment.
He comes home only smelling like soap and you.
Still, you can't share the same bed.
And every time he walks by your door, he looks in with aching eyes.
By the time you reach seven months, the pain becomes your daily companion.
Your body aches. Your back hurts. Your legs swell. Walking even a few steps feels like dragging weights.
You flinch with every shift and every flinch makes Rin freeze.
You notice his hands twitch every time you wince.
One time, you stumble slightly on the stairs and cry out— a sharp pain shooting through your belly.
Rin drops the groceries in his arms and runs like someone has shot you.
"Where does it hurt? Baby— where?"
"I'm fine— just stepped weird—"
He looks like he's about to cry.
"I'm scared," he whispers, pressing his forehead to your stomach as he kneels in front of you. "I'm scared I'll lose both of you."
You touch his hair gently. "We're okay. The doctor said it's normal. I'm just... fragile."
His voice cracks. "You've always been my softest thing."
And that night, he refuses to sleep a second unless your belly is in his arms.
Even through the hardest days, he stays — coaching through Zoom instead of leaving town, rubbing your feet for hours, memorizing prenatal yoga videos, hand-picking safe meals with your mom.
You used to think Rin was obsessive because he loved hard.
But now?
Now you know: he's terrified of ever losing you.
And so he gives his whole heart to protecting the two souls growing under his roof.
Even when it hurts.
Even when you yell.
Even when you push him away.
He stays.
Because you and your unborn baby are still the only things in this world he's ever loved enough to break for.
