rin says it almost too quickly. the first second after that makes your teasing smile falter a little, but you quickly recover when you replay that two letter word in your head again to hear his tone— that familiar sarcasm. the next few seconds are pretty fast. you don't have time to think again as he slowly turns his chair around to look at you after he's tossed away whatever it was on his desk that he was fidgeting with.
you stare back stubbornly, your eyes like fake daggers while you wait for him to say something more.
he leans forward in his chair, staring up at you as you stand right in front of him. his pretty lips curve into a soft "no." as he speaks again. his arms reach out for your waist, trailing down to your hips as he pulls you closer.
"no?" you ask softly, taking two steps forward until you're within reach and he slowly lets his head fall against your stomach.
"no." he replies blankly.
he says no as his hands go from holding your hips to completely wrapping around you, until his face is pressed into your tummy and he's closing his eyes.
"you're so weird," you finally chuckle.
"mhm." he shrugs, that tone again, hugging you tighter to himself, his cheek pressed against you. "you won't get it."
you roll your eyes. "yeah, whatever. i don't want to get it. you keep staying weird like this, i won't judge."
he doesn't respond after that, just breathing in deeply before he slowly pulls you down to straddle him so he can hug you better, feel your hair tickling his face as his face fits into the crook of your neck and you begin to relax against his body as well.
you kiss his dark hair softly, tightening your hold on him as you shift and get more comfortable in his chair. your voice is overly excited and looking forward to saying what you're thinking. "you're like the guy from riverdale. you know that quote? it goes like, 'in case you haven't noticed, i'm weird. i'm a weirdo. i don't fit i—"
"if i let you go, which is really tempting right now— you will fall backwards onto the floor and i will not be picking you up."
bllk boys with a shy!reader pt. 2 (rin, nagi, & oliver)
warnings: suggestive!!
rin:
I feel like Rin finds you really cute
you’re in the middle of eating some cookies and a few crumbs land on your cheek
rin sighs and wipes your cheek gingerly, making a few remarks here and there but most of his insults are half-hearted
but when he leans closer and cups your face you just completely malfunction 💀💀
no thoughts at all.
and he leans back to gauge your wide-eyed look and see how look of surprise paints your face
he can literally hear how loud is heartbeat from just seeing that
his thoughts are just “oh shit that’s cute” as he just stares at you with a blank-eyed look
like i kid you not, he’s just stone-faced while his mind is just screaming at how cute you are
you have to say his name multiple times to grab his attention but all he does is just lean in and kiss you
the kiss gets more intense and you’re like why is he acting like this all of a sudden 😭😭
he just leans away after that and goes “sorry” then leans in for another kiss
yeah. idk. he’s very touchy in private
whenever you get nervous and hide behind him, he just gives your hand a squeeze and kisses the top of your head
the first time his team saw him do that, they went 😯😯😯
he’s so soft for you he doesn’t even care that they made fun of him for a month straight
rin isn’t very verbal when he is, it is always worth it for the both of you
especially for him
the first time he said “i love you,” you completely exploded and couldn’t maintain a single conversation with him
it was so amusing to him that he couldn’t help but chuckle, the sight making you watch in awe
anyways… he finds you very cute, like seriously. He’d do anything for you
nagi:
I feel like he acts oblivious to how easily flustered you are just so he could tease the shit out of you
he does it so naturally too 😭😭
believe it or not, I 100% believe this man would make a bunch of dirty jokes just to get a reaction out of you
you’re just so meek when he says dirty things so forgive him!!
one time you weren’t paying attention to him because you were reading a book and he just took it away from you, watching as you jumped on your feet to try to reach it
“Sei just give it to me already!”
“Huh? Hmm maybe tonight.”
he said that so casually that you didn’t catch the innuendo until a few minutes later
the moment you realized, he just shrugged and gave an amused smile
“I didn’t say anything weird, pretty… you’re just dirty-minded”
yeah… 💀💀
okay other than the dirty jokes and stuff… he’s understanding once you tell him that you’re pretty shy around people
he usually prefers being alone so he can empathize but he doesn’t push you to be more social
oh yeah prepare for surprise hugs
let’s say you’re cooking up a snack or meal and all of a sudden, you find his arms circle your waist, his breath hitting your neck as he says “i’m home”
GOWNIRFQ2E[FP ?!
he’s also the type of guy to suddenly pick you up and put you on a table so he can rest on your lap
it’s literally heaven for him.
he gets to see your flustered expression AND be at peace laying on your lap
so yeah.
get used to his displays of physical affection 💀💀💀💀
oliver:
oh man he’s going to love teasing you (in an affectionate way ofc)
he’s met his fair share of women and you’re the only one who’s actually tugged on his heart strings
he thinks you’re the cutest! your meekness just brings him at ease
bro is a womanizer but he realized he had to settle down with you! like he’d be a fool not to
it happened when you were getting nervous going to a party and meeting new people
he loves you but he was literally just admiring how good you looked in your dress
you’re rambling and he’s just smiling because he loves when you’re open with him
but then you gaze at him with a bashful smile and say “but since you’re going i wanna go so…”
he lowkey just stared before he was like “okay yeah i’m marrying you”
and you’re like “HUHHH????” while he’s like… “did i stutter? we’re getting married 🤨”
he’s just really soft around you
HOWEVER… like i stated before he’s gonna love teasing you
like ygs will be kissing on the couch with him hovering above you and he’ll lean in before he just stops, grinning at you coyly
you’d be sighing all meek and stuff, trying to lean closer but he just laughs
“you gotta tell me what you want baby.”
HE’S SUCH A TEASE UGH
and when you finally ask him to kiss you again, he goes in for a quick peck, leaning back up with a toothy grin
you’d stare at him and impulsively ask “that’s all?” and he’d just go “that’s all? what, you want more?” knowing damn well yes 😐😐😐
trying to pull him down doesn’t work either bc this man is REALLY jacked
when he gets his fill with teasing you, he’ll just lean down and shush you with a kiss
and he makes sure it’s a kiss. the type of kiss where a hand slides down your waist while another cups your face. that kind of kiss 😩😩😩😩😩😩
once he pulls away and gauges your expression, seeing how you couldn’t even think straight and look and him, he just pats your cheek
“thought you wanted more?”
don’t take his teasing too seriously… he’s doing it bc he’s in love and that’s his love language 💀💀💀
synopsis: you intend to get a tattoo on your rib cage, but your tattoo artist is eager to see more skin
wc: 2.3k
A/N: kicking screaming crying at the idea of tattoo artist rin also ty for 500 followers!
you swallow hard as you come face to face with your tattoo artist. rin itoshi was the one of the executive artists at blue lock arts and was usually booked for months in advance. your friend isagi had managed to squeeze you in since he knew him personally.
“it’s nice to finally meet you,” he extends a hand, and you shake it lightly, hoping your own palm wasn’t clammy from nerves.
you didn’t know if you wanted to thank isagi or punch him. he warned you rin might be a ‘cold prick’, but what isagi failed to mention was that he was panty-dropping hot. and you were expected to keep still while his hands traversed your body for the next 2 hours.
genre. fluff fluff fluff, a bit suggestive… | established relationship | rin w his money money money
content/warnings. 1.3k+ wc | characters are aged up ! | maybe slightly ooc | mentions of insecurity and anxiety | narration heavy! | minimal proofread
in which: going outfit shopping with itoshi rin is kind of the best and worst idea
“uhm, rin? i don’t think it suits me…?”
“let me see.”
a bit unsure about the clothing draped over you, you adjusted the outfit, preparing to show yourself to your lover who patiently waited on the other side of the dressing room. it wasn't a bad fit per se; in fact, if you were being honest, it looked really good on you. it was just that… there are days that sometimes it is hard to believe so.
and it’s not helping that you’re here today for an important purpose. today, in which, you’re out shopping for an outfit to wear to meet your boyfriend’s parents the day after tomorrow. you will be meeting the itoshis. to say that you were nervous is an understatement. after all, it was an important occasion and a further step in your relationship, so you are hellbent on wanting to make a good impression.
taking a deep breath, you pushed aside any lingering negative thoughts and stepped out of the room, standing in front of rin with your palms facing his direction. you gave a little twirl, showcasing the ensemble.
with that twirl, rin's eyes widened in sheer wonderment, his voice caught in a symphony of awe and admiration, as if the sight of you had stolen his ability to form words.
good heavens.
“what do you think? is it too much?” you asked nervously.
too much for his heart, that is.
rin's silence only intensified the flutter of your heart, anticipation building within you. he knew that his words alone wouldn't suffice to capture the sight before him. without a word, he rose from his seat and closed the distance between you.
“what are you doing, rin?” you questioned, your voice filled with curiosity and a hint of breathlessness.
“showing you what i think,” he replied, his voice laced with unusual tenderness.
with that, rin gently placed his hands on your waist, turning you around until your back pressed against his chest. together, you faced the full-length mirror to your right, offering a reflection of your entwined figures.
his touch was delicate, his hands caressing your hips and settling at your waist, fingers brushing against the fabric of your clothes. you found it hard to meet his gaze in the reflection, your eyes fixated on your own feet.
“eyes up here, love.”
almost instantly, your gaze met the reflection of his burning eyes, filled with affection and a touch of awe.
“so beautiful… all of this for me?” rin murmured, his voice filled with coaxing wonder, his words a teasing dance that feigned ignorance, as if he didn't already know the answer.
his proximity overwhelmed your senses, each breath he took causing a shiver to run down your spine. the earlier anxiety you felt about the meet-up faded away, replaced by a tangible heat emanating from his body pressed intimately against yours.
as rin's warm breath grazed the delicate curve of your neck, a trail of electric sensation sparked to life, setting your skin ablaze. the gentle brush of his lips against your jaw sent a shiver of anticipation through your veins, intensifying the already charged atmosphere that enveloped you both.
“just for you,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.
damn right.
you looked really good in this one, rin thinks so. regardless though, there’s no clothing or any adornment that would ever change the way rin itoshi views you. he looks at you as if you hang each of the stars in the sky. and sure, you obviously did not. but in his world, you did. yet in rin’s true fashion, he won’t tell you that.
instead, he’ll just call you beautiful. so often that you’d forget what your name even was.
but how can he do that when there’s a glint of weariness in your eyes telling him you don’t believe the word right now?
rin, his arms now securely wrapped around your waist, gazes into your eyes through the mirror.
“what’s the matter?” he asks, concern etched in his voice, seeing right through your worries.
“do you think they’ll like me?” you whisper, insecurity lacing your words.
“they will,” rin assures you, his voice brimming with conviction.
“how are you so sure?” you inquire, your fingers tracing mindless patterns on rin's forearms that encircle your body, seeking both physical and emotional comfort.
rin wanted to tell you that he couldn't care any less about what others thought of you. you were his, and damn sure he was yours. it was everything and more that truly mattered. nothing could come between that, never on his watch.
but he knows that's not what you need to hear, and what kind of lover would he be if he couldn't attend to your needs?
“well, you are with me. what more reason should there be?”
“you’re right, they should like me for even putting up with you,” you tease playfully, a small smile gracing your lips.
“shut up.”
“see, baby? i am putting up with that attitude. poor me, really,” you continue, a mischievous tint dancing your tone.
“as if you don’t put up with me by choice. you chose me,” rin counters, his voice getting uncharacteristically soft at the end.
you turn in his embrace, your hands finding their place around his neck. with a soft gaze, you meet his eyes, then let your gaze linger on his lips before returning to his eyes once more.
teal. it’s all you could see.
teal eyes that held so much ferocity in the field, impersonal to anyone but you.
with you, they transform into a celestial abyss, twinkling with the secrets of a thousand constellations. within those pools of teal, you discover the entire universe of his love, a galaxy created solely for you.
you are the sole witness to this cosmic devotion, a privilege you very much cherish.
“that, i did,” you say softly, your voice filled with sincerity. “best thing i did, if i say so myself.”
and for that, rin will spend each day showing you how grateful he is. in this moment, however, he decides to express it through a tender kiss, a silent gesture of his affection to which you eagerly respond.
as the kiss lingers, you both pull away, a soft smile gracing your lips. the taste of sweetness and the warmth of his touch still lingers, leaving you with a pleasant tingle on your lips.
“get this, and everything you tried before it,” rin suggests, his eyes scanning you from head to toe once again.
“we agreed on getting just one!” you knew about rin’s tendency to spoil you, so you made it a point to inform him about your request on keeping it in moderation before entering the shop.
but rin itoshi? moderate? you should’ve known better.
a playful smirk tugs at rin's lips. that smirk looks like another headache waiting to happen, carved in his sinful lips.
“i remember agreeing on getting anything i’ll find good on you.”
and did he find everything good in you? ‘good’ will never come close to how rin sees you. you guys should do this more often, rin thinks. you giving him a bit of a fashion show, and him showing great appreciation.
“but i tried a lot!” you tried protesting once more. you had been here for almost an hour, trying on countless outfits. the total of everything you tried would probably be someone's bank account's worst nightmare.
“okay, and?”
well, certainly not your boyfriend's bank account, that's for sure.
note. i wrote this on my phone pls forgive me for any errors you see ._. | the girl i sat next to on the bus was watching a kdrama scene like this so… i was having the biggest brain rot of my life while sitting on a damn bus for 2 hours ^__^ | and i miss rin i miss him | so here <3
actually, you’re straving. midnight snacks sounding so heavenly in this hour.
but your not craving just snacks, you’re craving craving fast food, or better yet, ice cream. and you need to escape this place and very position to make your plan in motion.
however, it seems much harder than what it appears to be.
how would you move rin’s hand without waking him up and struggling? or you dont, and he wakes up, asking you what you’re doing and being a terrible liar, you tell him the truth and he scolds you and makes you a healthy snack, ew.
considering that, it’s basically game over without even actually starting the plan.
you realize you needed your phone for a very important research. so you grab it from the top of your nightstand and search up “how do i remove my boyfriends deathly grip on me while hes sleeping to go to mcdonals” fortunately, tons of pages come up and you click on quora’s one, since you used it for situations multiple times.
answer one : “just wiggle out of his hold, if he asks what youre doing, tell him youre just doing to the bathroom and he should go back to sleep” hm, useful.
answer two : “doubt you even have one for that lmao” salty loser
answer three : “dont and just sleep, go there in the morning” clearly hasn’t experienced midnight cravings, mid.
the others were irrelevant. the last two too.
you were thinking about doing the first one, as it was the only helpful one. but you quickly remember how clingy rin was when he woke up.
he would definitely not leave you alone.
grumbling, you go back to bed on your back and stare at the celling, hand on your stomach incase you need to rub it if it wants to grumble alongside you too.
what a shame.
“what were you doing, you weirdo” you side eye the person next to you, speaking with a raspy voice due to the fact he just woke up and look at him like someone who thinks theyre so funny but actually arent. you blame it on the side effects of being hungry when you wake up in the night.
you sigh loudly, to clearly let him know that you’re bothered “you need to stop draping your arm over me when you sleep, cause i cannot move”
he just looks like you as if you admitted that you murdered a whole population “cant do that”
“ill kick your ass if you dont”
“even if you can, you wont make it hurt” rin says, voiced laced with boredom as he yawns, still tired.
“go back to bed spider eyelashes freak”
he shoots you a glare before turning his back on you and pulling the covers over him once more. you grin. he finally kept that heavy ass arm to himself! mentally celebrating, you also do the same thing but opposite direction and makes it seem as if you’re going back to bed too.
but you’re not. you’re suffering.
you just have to wait another 25 minutes or so, if you even can, for him to actually go back to sleep and not be disturbed by you moving in bed to leave it.
so you decided to grab the keys while you’re at it to reduce the sound that your going to make in the future, 25 minutes from now on.
littlw did you know, the man the possesses cat like features in both his personality and facial features heard that shit, so he pretty much knows what your up to, and is irked by it.
not your fault you never listen to him 😖‼️
25 minutes or so pass by. the time edging you and making it feel like forever since you decided to do this. your plan FINALLY starting.
you turned around to check if rin was really sleeping. after a minute of inspection, you deem him sleeping and turn back, waiting for a few minutes or even less seconds to “cool down”
his arm was found on you, again.
irked by this, but not wanting it to ruin the whatever was going on right now, you roll away from him.
he turns around, and you can feel his eyes open in a glare, seemingly piercing a hole in you back. you started sweating like crazy. “name.”
quick rin hc because i need these thoughts to go somewhere before it eats me alive.
when you first starting dating itoshi rin, you never thought he'd be the clingy type.
and your theory proved true for the first few months of your relationship. most physical affection was initiated by you, you were the one holding his hand, latching yourself onto his arm, and leaving kisses on his cheek so that if he was uncomfortable, he could easily shake you off.
not that rin ever did. if you weren't so nervous, you would've seen the crack in his apathetic facade, his face turning a traitorous shade of red.
well. now that you're a year or so down into the relationship, it's safe to say that you were very wrong about your assumption.
itoshi rin loves by making his mark. he's only happy once he's sure that everyone knows who you're with.
whether that's with a protective arm around your waist, paparazzi photos of the two of you together in your own little world, or showing you off in clothes of his (or hickeys), rin will happily give you all of him.
he gets a little too grumpy when you start your day before him, making him miss the chance to cherish your warmth and admire your beauty for a little longer.
he pats your side of the bed blindly and groans when he doesn't feel you there, the space pitifully empty when he lugs his body over to where you should be. rin should get up and find you, really, but he hates starting the day when you're not the first thing he sees.
fortunately for him, you hear him from where you were doing your morning routine in the bathroom.
opening the en suite door, you're amused to see your boyfriend like this, subtly distraught and splayed all over the mattress.
"good morning, you," is what you say to him whilst walking over, now feeling rejuvenated and ready to start the day. that was your first mistake because rin then all but drags you down onto the bed with him, encasing you in his arms.
he hasn't even said good morning back.
"hey! let go, jerk!" you huff, hitting his chest lightly.
"no."
"rin!"
"no."
"what do you mean-"
"no."
"rin, c'mon, let me go."
"no. now shut up, wanna hold you."
as if helping his argument, he throws the covers over the two of you, sighing quietly in satisfaction when you return his affection, amused enough to listen to his command. "y'know it's 9am right now. shouldn't you be doing your workout?"
"don't care. shut up."
"so mean. you're lucky i'm with you, even if you're horrible," you say, mostly as a joke. he can tell by the airiness of your voice, but rin stills a little in your arms before pushing more of his weight on top of you, placing a kiss to your jaw for good measure. several kisses, actually.
"shut up. please?"
"you're so stupid," the breathy laughter that escapes you only causes rin to tuck himself further into your warmth.
rin also gets a little too grumpy when you tell him that you're going out with your friends. at this point, he stops bothering to hide his disappointment. paired with a pout, he looks at you with such glossy eyes when he asks 'what about our self-care night?' that you have to resist the urge to pinch his cheeks and kiss him silly.
you promise him another night and he's placated when you tell him that you'll give him a full spa treatment.
he grabs onto your shirt to avoid you straying too far. whenever you’re together and see something in a store window, you take a few steps before being inevitably dragged back by itoshi rin, who has a masterful poker face plastered to counter your ‘why did you do that?’ expression.
'don't go where i can't follow' type of boyfriend- why is he dramatic... like babes... i'm going to the bathroom... no you can't come with me...
anyways i'm shutting up now before i ramble too much. so. yeah. clingy!rin is really just... something else...
texting your bllk boyfriend "i want him" as a joke (rin, shidou, michael, isagi, & nagi)
warnings: rin is a bit unhinged... jk most of them are kinda unhinged
also! typo in michael's part... it's supposed to be "saw" lol
characters from... spider-man: across the spider-verse, my reason to die, dreaming freedom, that one gojo cosplay by _ARMEYES, & loving yamada at lv999
here i am pushing the agenda that rin has jealousy problems because of his abandonment issues.... (´°ω°`)
itoshi rin who was insistent that you not tag along for this party, until you looked so offended you might sleep on the couch instead of in bed next to him.
itoshi rin who was already mildly jealous the very second he saw you step out of your shared bedroom wearing such a pretty outfit. he groaned to himself because he just knew all the other members of his team would be asking for a dance with you just to piss him off. vultures, the lot of them.
itoshi rin who thinks it's absolutely infuriating how oblivious you are to the staring and gawking from other people. but you just look so happy to be there and he can't help but show you off; his treasure, the most important person in his life, the eighth wonder of the world. his pride and joy. his whole heart.
itoshi rin who leaves for literally two minutes to go to the bathroom, and when he comes back with a drink in his hand he nearly shatters the glass with his grip because he sees shidou trying to chat you up.
itoshi rin who actually does end up accidentally breaking the glass in his hands. everyone turns to look at him funny with his sudden outburst. including you, with that concerned expression that makes him feel like he's about to fucking combust in shame for not being able to control his temper.
itoshi rin who's a complaining mess when you sit him down to clean the cuts on his hand and bandage him, laughing about how easy he is to rile up. he can't even find it in himself to be upset anymore, not when your fingers are delicately working against his like this.
itoshi rin who finally relaxes for the rest of the night when you cling to him, refusing to let go even as you're leaving the venue. you just make him feel so loved, so cherished, how could he not want you all to himself?
-> comforting your boyfriend after he stared a little too hard in the mirror (978 words)
I read in rin’s “day in a life” that he hates his face because it resembles his brother’s and ran with it :>
Reverse comfort, insecurities (rin), sae is shit talked here what a shocker, cursing, abandonment issues, implied artist reader, itoshi rin needs a hug
“I hate them.”
“I think they’re pretty, Rin.”
The Itoshi brothers hardly bared any resemblance to each other when it came to looks. The elder, Sae, had red hair on the messier side, with slicked back bangs and a slim build. The younger, Rin, had dark flat hair, bangs kept down and a slim build with more prominent muscles.
The one feature they had in common? Their eyes. Bright blue eyes with prominent under lashes.
Rin hated his eyes.
“They look just like his, don’t you see?” Rin grumbled as he walked away from the full length mirror in the room’s corner.
“All I see are my boyfriend’s pretty eyes, no one else’s.” You countered. Rin merely rolled his eyes in response. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe you only saw his eyes, it was that he couldn’t see them as his.
No matter how hard he tried, he could only see his eyes as Sae’s eyes. He was the older brother, so they were his first.
It was just another trait that tied him to Sae, that’s all they’ve been since the night of their argument.
“Come on Rin, talk to me. You know I’ll always listen.” You patted the spot next to you on the mattress. Usually, Rin would be doing yoga by now. But tonight was different, he couldn’t concentrate on it.
He pondered for a moment. Averting his eyes from the rolled up yoga mat, to you, back to the yoga mat, and to you, again. He wasn’t thinking, he was only seeing. And what he saw were two very different distractions from the aching feeling in his chest.
One would train his body and mind, but it’d only fill his thoughts with getting better at soccer- being better than his brother. Someone he wanted to forget about more than anything right now.
And the other would put his mind at ease- his soul at ease.
It wasn’t a competition to begin with.
You noticed the way Rin’s face softened, shoulders dropping when his eyes met yours again. “There there… you can come here and relax now, Rinnie.”
He crawled into the spot next to you before turning over to face you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His breath tickled, but that was the last thing you cared about right now.
“I wish he never left for Spain-“ his voice cracks. “things would be better. Everything would be better, easier.” You feel his jaw clench and tremble, he sharply inhaled.
“It’s okay to cry… I won’t judge or tell anyone.” Your words were all he needed to let go. Before either of you knew it, hot tears were streaming down his face, landing against your skin.
"Even if I beat him, would he still acknowledge me?" His voice cracked again, your heart cracking along with it. But you wouldn't tell him that in a million years.
Itoshi Rin hated showing any signs of weakness. He hated being vulnerable.
For him to be breaking down in front of you? It took all the trust and faith in you he had. You both knew that. The last thing you wanted to do was to make him feel guilty for letting everything he bottled up out.
But you did want him to feel the care you had for him.
"If your brother won't acknowledge you even after you prove how much more skilled you are than him, then at that point... it's on him." Rin's eyes looked up at yours, checking your features to tell how sincere you were being. "It's on him for missing out on having such a talented younger brother." You concluded.
"I want things to go back to the way they were... and I wanna be able to look into the mirror without hating everything about my face." The last part shocked you a bit. You always knew Rin was insecure about his face, but he'd only ever talk about hating his eyes the most. To hear him admit he hates his entire face...
"Rin, Look at me."
"Huh?"
"Look at me."
Rin lifted his head from the crook of your neck, looking you dead in the eyes. "Looking..."
You cupped his cheeks, swiping your thumbs over his tears to wipe them away. A faint pink hue dusted his cheeks at the intimacy, but he didn't mind. Not this time, at least. He lifted his hand up to lay atop yours over his cheek.
He worried if he let go, the moment would end, and you'd be gone.
"I think of your face whenever I'm sketching, painting, anything. You're my muse, Rin. I don't see beauty in any of my art without you as my inspiration." Your tone was sweet and gentle, the opposite of what he's used to when speaking to anyone.
"Your jawline is perfect... just like your nose, lips, everything." You traced a thumb over his lips, never letting go of his face. "And your eyes... your eyes are the most beautiful pair I've ever seen in my life. And your eyelashes are just so pretty."
By now, tears were spilling out the corner of Rin's eyes again. Never in his whole life has he felt so... loved. And just like before, you wiped his tears away with a soft smile on your face.
"I... I love you. I love you so much." He choked out.
"I love you even more, Rinnie."You giggled.
"I still think I love you more, though."
"Alright, we aren't doing this tonight. You know I love you more."
Rin smiled. The sight of him smiling was enough to make your face break out into a grin. You pulled him closer, holding him tight against your torso as he found comfort in the crook of your neck once again.
That night he fell asleep happy with himself for skipping his nightly workout.
in which: rin doesn’t know when to stop spoiling you and you don't know how to stop him either.
warnings: rich pro-athlete!rin, gn!reader- reader wears lip gloss and perfume but i am an avid believer that they are gn, rin is dramatic (tm), fluff, swearing. 1.6k wc
a/n: rin is a clown in my eyes LMFAO no but this was kinda self-indulgent and i just can't stray too far from itoshi rin before he inevitably pulls me back. haven't written anything for him in a while so it feels good to be back to my roots. also no i'm not off break lol i did say that i was still gonna write and come back to post hehe. ENJOY!! rbs appreciated !!
itoshi rin doesn’t know when to stop spoiling you.
and you didn’t know how to get him to stop spoiling you. you could never resist his presents no matter what shape or size, whether they were little nendoroids of your favourite anime characters to the latest designer bags, you would always accept them with a grateful smile.
however, there’s always a tug of guilt at your chest that makes you little hesitant, not wanting rin to waste unnecessary money on you. yet whenever you make this feeling known to rin, he scoffs and waves your concerns off, ending the conversation there as he urges you to open his presents, more concerned about your reaction than how much money is being extracted from his account.
what’s the point of money if he can’t spoil you with it? that’s always been his philosophy. besides, it’s not like you’re forcing him to, so what’s the big deal?
if there was a certain brand of perfume you wanted, he was going to buy it. if you needed a bigger monitor then he’ll buy it. if you needed a streaming platform to watch a certain show on then he’d buy it too, not a problem. in fact, you’re sure rin is funding the spotify premium for your account because he got tired of all the ads he had to listen to when sharing headphones with you.
despite rin’s insistence that he was more than okay to spend money on you, it didn’t stop the growing feeling of guilt festering in your gut. so eventually you stopped bringing up things you wanted to buy in front of rin, leaving to write them down in your notes app instead.
the pro-athlete doesn’t question the abrupt lack of complaints about things you needed to buy, leaving him blissfully unaware of the things you had been buying for yourself and him.
this dance continues for a little and it’s not until date night three weeks later that he figures you out. you never stood a chance against rin’s perceptiveness especially when one of his favourite things to do was watch you get ready for said date nights, leaving it only a matter of time before he’d realise,
“looking gorgeous as always,” he compliments whilst walking up to stand behind you, dressed handsomely in a crisp suit with his hair swept sideways- a hairstyle he began to wore more often when he realised how often you stared at him during a boring sponsorship event which turned out a lot more eventful thanks to the simple hair change.
you smile at him in the mirror as rin places a kiss on the side of your head, hand going to your hip before situating himself on the bed, glancing down at his watch to check that you were still on time for the dinner reservation.
when he looks back up at you, his eyes zero in on the foreign lipgloss you were holding in your hands and the small smile rin wore falls into a scowl. rin knows he didn’t get that for you, and judging from the sleekness of the packaging, it looks new. he withholds his suspicions, brushing them off.
alarms blare in rin’s head again when he notices the foreign highlighter in your hands. contrarily, you remain ignorant to rin’s inquisitive stare as you lean in close to the mirror to apply the product, too used to the usual intensity of his gaze to bat an eye.
the last straw is the perfume you use, spritzing it on your wrists, behind your ears and neck, doing a little fanning motion with your hands once you were done.
“okay, i’m ready, let’s go before we’re lat-” you say, turning around to look at rin, cutting yourself off when you notice the look of distraught on his face. “what’s the matter?”
walking over to where he sat, you leisurely lay your forearms on his shoulders, pressing a kiss to his cheek whilst doing so. the smell of your foreign perfume enters his nose and although it was a very nice and charming scent, the athlete’s nose scrunches in displeasure, eyebrows furrowing further.
“do i have something on my face?” you ask, backing away. rin grabs your hands before you can stray too far.
“no, not that,” he puts your hands on his shoulders again. “did you always have this lipgloss? and i don’t recognise this perfume.”
“oh, i bought it not too long ago.”
he looks at you as though you’ve committed the most blasphemous offence against him, which, you did. “excuse me?”
“i bought it?” you reaffirm, a lilt of confusion in your tone.
rin narrows his eyes, combating your confusion with scrutiny. “you bought it.” you nod. “with your own money?”
“duh.”
he exhales loudly through his nose and you can feel the judgement oozing off him. “no that’s not right. i have to fix this.”
abruptly swapping your positions so that you were now sitting on the bed, rin disappears into the bathroom, emerging with a pack of makeup removers before sifting through your numerous products, that look of concentration never leaving his face.
“we’re gonna be late, rin,” you say from where he planted you, watching helplessly as your boyfriend approaches to stand in front of you, crouching down to be eye level with you. rin takes out a wipe from the packet before gently rubbing it on your lips, touch contrastingly gentle to his fiery gaze.
“don’t care. this is more important.”
rin fiddles with the highlighter that he bought for you, opening it cautiously and using the same brush you always use as he carefully paints your skin with the glitter. it amazes you just how observant rin is as he traces all the spots correctly, knowing you down to of the most insignificant, tiny details.
he does the same with the lip gloss, opening the familiar bottle before putting a luxurious amount of the product over your lips. you don’t complain about it, not when rin’s nose scrunches in concentration and not when he makes a disgruntled noise because he overlined the lip gloss, wiping it from the corner of your mouth.
nevertheless, when rin pulls away, he admires his handiwork with a content grin, the scowl now fading. “much better,” he mumbles, grinning slightly. before you could say anything though, the athlete stumbles away to put your makeup away, returning with a bottle of perfume that he also bought for you.
“do not spray that on me. the scents will clash,” you threaten. rin blinks at you before grabbing your wrist, spritzing a small amount before repeating the same step on your other pulse points.
his actions were sweet and you understood that rin had good intentions, but through the endearment you felt for your lover, there is an undeniable feeling of dejection settling within you. “i liked the products that i bought,” you murmur, tone slightly downcast as you express your thoughts. “i like using my own money sometimes too, rin.”
the smile rin wore falls ever so slightly as he looks at your somewhat-dejected form, crouching in front of you instinctively as to get a better glance at your face.
“i feel horrible whenever you use your money on me. especially on things that are way too expensive and way out of my budget. i don’t want people- i don’t want you to get the wrong idea of us,” you confess the last part breathily, rubbing your arms awkwardly. “and i hate feeling like i owe something to you.”
“hey, you know that will never happen, we’re not like that,” he rubs a hand on your knee reassuringly. “i buy things for you because i know, and don’t talk about this lukewarm shit about ‘owing’ me. if anything i owe you for putting up with me.”
you let his words sink in with a sigh, focusing on the warmth of rin’s palm.
“and i also buy things for you because you only deserve the best. none of that mediocre crap that anybody can buy.”
“but what if i like the ‘lukewarm shit’?”
“then you need better tastes, but i guess i have no choice but to buy it for you.” he stands up ever so slightly to kiss you.
you back away, cutting him off with a press of your finger against his lips. “rin. no.”
he gives you a withering glare for denying his affection.
“that’s not the point. as much as i love and appreciate it when you do buy things for me, i would also appreciate it if you let me use my own money too.”
the soccer player backs away, eyes scanning your expression to decide on what to say next. he sighs when he sees the determination in your face and like a dam giving out, it’s the first sign of rin’s stubbornness surrendering to your pleas. “fine, i’ll respect your choice, but it doesn’t mean that i like it.”
you grin, pulling him back in for the kiss he wanted earlier, catching rin off guard briefly before his shock subsides, letting him melt right into you. your lipgloss was now effectively ruined but you didn’t have it in you to care much. rin could always reapply it for you.
“but i’m paying for dinner,” he asserts against your mouth.
“deal.”
you return home tomorrow to see the same products you bought for yourself on your shared bed. except brand new and still in their sleek packages.
. . . itoshi rin. like a cat, but taller and has the prettiest eyelashes.
sometimes, you wonder if rin was a cat in his past life.
with the way he’s acting, you can’t convince yourself otherwise—not that you could, no.
a soft sigh could be heard in the usually quiet bedroom, and you felt him snuggling closer to you, his face buried in the crook of your neck, his eyes drifting close as he murmured something that your ear didn’t quite hear. the two of you lay in his spacious queen-sized bed, rin laying comfortably on top of you, relishing in the attention you gave him while talking to your other friend over the phone.
clingy rin only happens once in a blue moon, or if he’s either sleepy and/or just craves your attention and warmth.
so you decided to let it happen.
your fingers combed through his soft hair, and you swore you heard him quietly purr, languishingly leaning into your touch.
“mm.” he hums once more, shifting from his position slightly. “sleepy.”
“i know,” you said, placing a chaste kiss on his forehead, temporarily muting yourself from your call. “get some sleep, rin. ‘ll be here when you wake up, ‘kay?”
he nods.
“as i was saying, i was thinking that we should—”
the rest of your words are a blur for your boyfriend since sleep has completely overtaken his senses. no matter what you do, he will not budge from his position. he’s so comfortable and exhausted that it felt right to just bask in the moment. it was a good thing that you were rin’s rest, that even in his most tiring days, he has you to be there with him for his much-needed “recharge.”
once you hung up, you somehow managed to have the covers over you and rin. you still had one hand delicately massaging his scalp, the other on his back, rubbing soothing circles on it.
rin was sound asleep, out like a light in your arms.
“you really are like a cat,” you quietly comment, because if he were to actually hear it, he would deny it with all of his might—disregarding even his own exhaustion to not make it seem as though you were right. “but taller and have the prettiest eyelashes.”
“the prettiest, clingiest cat i could ever have, hm?”
and what surprised you is that he actually—well, sort of—just hummed something close to a sound of affirmation. a quiet chuckle is your reply to his feeble “mhm”. soon enough, you were falling asleep as well.
now, you’re fully convinced that rin was a cat in his past life.
it's raw with desperation and fear and hope— the way sae's fingers are clutching the fabric of your shirt. it's wasn't supposed to be this way. he kisses the tears trailing down your cheeks, “you said it was over. you said it wasn't worth it. you said you didn't want—” you choke on your own words, hand closing in fists on your sides when sae mutters breathlessly, “i didn't mean it, never ever.” he says. something like guilt burns in his eyes, a taste of regret on his lips, uncertainty and impatience in his hastened breaths.
it's crazy, you think. the way he still has that effect he had on you years ago when you were both seventeen in the airport terminal, teary eyes and staggered breaths. when the fear that the distance would tear you apart first took over, and sae stopped believing. when you looked away from him for the first time and he didn't reach out to wipe your tears. it wasn't supposed to be this way. he was back after four years and you weren't supposed to be in his arms. you promised yourself you'd talk like old friends do, and he trusted himself that he wouldn't say anything to try and make you stay.
“i think it can work, you and me, us. just the two of us and it'll be enough.” you know these words have burned on his tongue for long, because they're warm on your lips. you're kissing him back like it's only natural to do so.“i'm already yours, always have been.” he murmurs.
ITOSHI RIN + childhood friends to lovers !
it's the warm and golden hues of the setting sun melting into the evening blues, splattered colours of contrast coming together— the mark of a newborn eve, the smell of wet earth after the first shower of spring and the cool caress of the breeze. rin is standing by the entrance gates to your school, leaning against the wall, head rested to the side as he waits for you.
you think you're caught in a trance. his back covers the remnants of the sunlight like the moon eclipsing the sun, casting shadows of orange glows. when he breathes, the shadows dance with him. he frowns in wait, and you catch up to him. when you smile, it's almost melancholy, “what's got you smiling like that?” rin eyes the solemn curve of your lips.
“hmm? i think it's ’cause i like you.” the words bleed from your voice in saccharine hues, in bittersweet whispers of unrequited love and fear that maybe you've ruined the carefully painted mosaic of years of knowing rin and the sea green gleam of his eyes, the quiet hums and smiles only you know, the knowledge that he doesn't know how to make paper planes, summer nights of horror movie marathons and trading ice creams.
rin parts his lips, eyes as wide as saucers. he sucks a breath in— searching for the second you say you're joking, “do you mean that?”
you nod and rin's arms swallow you whole, chests pressed so close your heartbeats sync and improvise as one.
“i like you too, really like you.” he breathes into your neck— lingers of relief and gratitude like he's breathing for the first time.
NAGI SEISHIRO + forced proximity !
past 2 am into the late hours of midnight blues and the heavy patters rain against the glass window, reduced to background noise because you're subconsciously trying to trace the steady pattern of nagi's breathing, eyes skimming the fall and rise of his chest every two seconds.
you've been awake since thunder rumbled the walls of your temporarily-shared bedroom for the first time tonight. some fun, memorable just-close-friends trip this is. perhaps it wasn't enough you had to share the bed with someone, maybe it's truly because that someone happened to be nagi seishiro that you can't sleep at all. you're conscious of every breath he takes, how his body expands and relaxes. the heat of your bodies melding as one like a blanket of second warmth over you. “you still awake?” you ask, low and soft. nagi hums, “mhm, if you still are.”
his voice is nothing but a breath of the comfort of not being alone, exhaustion from the day clawing at his throat. “you can sleep if you want.” you say, it's whispered into the night— a silent thank you because he's letting you know he's here as long as you want him, “i wanna stay like this.” he urges, bringing a hand to brush your hair behind your ear and you let him. you let him hook his arm around your waist, foreheads brushing lightly, breaths tangling in knots and lips seconds away from meeting. you watch the curve of his lips, how they move to form words, “i like this more.”
MIKAGE REO + fake relationship !
you think reo had always looked like midsummer nights adorned with princely smiles and bubbles of champagne in the glass, glitters of neon city lights against damp car windows, juvenile secrets traded as i love you's with the hope it lasts forever. ( it doesn't. )
it lingers in the way he kisses you these days— a small talk to fill in loud silences, pretense and improvised. you kiss him back— a lullaby of aching heartbreak, unrequited and young. it almost makes you forget about the blinding flashes of camera lights, hurrying to capture the moment mikage reo is seen with his partner.
it's just like he had asked you to, “date me” he'd said, missing the way your eyes lit up, “it doesn't have to be real, just enough so my parents stop setting me up for blind dates.”
“i don't think i can do this anymore.” your voice breaks, eyes refusing to meet his.
“what? why?—” he rushes close and you step back, “it's getting too real for me, i can't.”
he pauses— ponders your words, lets them replay in his mind over and over again, “...and you don't want that?” you do. so much that you said yes before thinking when he first proposed this, “what about you, reo? this... this means nothing to you right? none of th—”
“it does”, his voice is almost begging, “it means everything to me. you do. it's you and it's always been you.” he looks at you, wondering if he should continue. he does anyway, “it's real. i loved you every time i said it, every time i didn't say it. I'll say it again if you want me to—” and you hear it, like it's always been there, like it's all he's ever known, “— i love you, y/n.”
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