You tried to sound innocent, but Sae still sighed, avoiding your gaze.
“If there’s something you want, just tell me, love.”
“It’s just…” you begin, “I sort of wanted to try taking the lead? In bed, I mean.”
Sae looked you up and down, his expression skeptical. “I’m not sure about that.”
You huffed and crawled into his lap on the couch. Sae instinctively gripped your hips, helping you settle against him. You shifted slightly over the hardness growing beneath you.
“Why not?” You cupped his face, staring into his eyes.
“Because.” Sae didn’t look uncomfortable—just uncertain. “I’m your boyfriend. I should be the one pleasuring you.”
“Sae,” you laughed softly. “That sounds like your ego talking.” Your hand trailed down his chest. “Let me take care of you.”
Sae’s lips curved into a faint, mocking smile. “Fine,” he said in one breath, leaning back against the couch. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
You didn’t hesitate. You tugged his jeans down just enough to free him, then rose up on your knees and worked yourself onto his cock, talking him inch by inch. The stretch pulled a soft sigh from your lips. Bracing your hands on his shoulders, you started moving, rolling your hips in a steady rhythm.
For a few moments he let you, his hands resting on you and keeping you grounded. But when you tried to speed up, his grip tightened.
“Your techniques sloppy,” he said flatly.
Before you could reply, Sae sat up, wrapped an arm around your waist, and flipped you onto your back. He stayed buried inside you, and before you could whine—burried his face in your neck.
“My turn,” he murmured against your ear.
Then he took over completely. His thrusts were deep, hard, and relentless, each one hitting your g-spot and making your vision blur. He pinned your wrists above your head, and kept his eyes locked on yours.
“You thought you could satisfy me like that?” His voice was low and cold. “Look at you… already falling apart.”
“Sae—!” You mewled, but not protesting his sudden but predictable streak of control.
Pleasure crashed over you fast and intense. Even though this was supposed to be about *you* fucking *him,* your walls tightened against him involuntarily
“I’m gonna come,” you gasped.
“Do it. For me.” Sae responded by moving his attention to your clit.
You came hard, crying out his name as your body shook beneath him. Sae didn’t slow down. He fucked you through it until you were trembling and oversensitive, then finally let himself finish with a low groan, burying himself deep inside you.
Afterward, he pulled away, fixed his clothes with calm, precise movements, and stood up. He looked down at you with his usual unreadable expression.
“Sae,” you whispered against the sheets. “This is what I meant by you being controlling.”
“Tch.” He was still kissing you, and you made no move to stop him. Instead, your hand was fluffing up his slightly sweaty hair. “You love it when I do that.”
You tried to sound innocent, but Sae still sighed, avoiding your gaze.
“If there’s something you want, just tell me, love.”
“It’s just…” you begin, “I sort of wanted to try taking the lead? In bed, I mean.”
Sae looked you up and down, his expression skeptical. “I’m not sure about that.”
You huffed and crawled into his lap on the couch. Sae instinctively gripped your hips, helping you settle against him. You shifted slightly over the hardness growing beneath you.
“Why not?” You cupped his face, staring into his eyes.
“Because.” Sae didn’t look uncomfortable—just uncertain. “I’m your boyfriend. I should be the one pleasuring you.”
“Sae,” you laughed softly. “That sounds like your ego talking.” Your hand trailed down his chest. “Let me take care of you.”
Sae’s lips curved into a faint, mocking smile. “Fine,” he said in one breath, leaning back against the couch. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
You didn’t hesitate. You tugged his jeans down just enough to free him, then rose up on your knees and worked yourself onto his cock, talking him inch by inch. The stretch pulled a soft sigh from your lips. Bracing your hands on his shoulders, you started moving, rolling your hips in a steady rhythm.
For a few moments he let you, his hands resting on you and keeping you grounded. But when you tried to speed up, his grip tightened.
“Your techniques sloppy,” he said flatly.
Before you could reply, Sae sat up, wrapped an arm around your waist, and flipped you onto your back. He stayed buried inside you, and before you could whine—burried his face in your neck.
“My turn,” he murmured against your ear.
Then he took over completely. His thrusts were deep, hard, and relentless, each one hitting your g-spot and making your vision blur. He pinned your wrists above your head, and kept his eyes locked on yours.
“You thought you could satisfy me like that?” His voice was low and cold. “Look at you… already falling apart.”
“Sae—!” You mewled, but not protesting his sudden but predictable streak of control.
Pleasure crashed over you fast and intense. Even though this was supposed to be about *you* fucking *him,* your walls tightened against him involuntarily
“I’m gonna come,” you gasped.
“Do it. For me.” Sae responded by moving his attention to your clit.
You came hard, crying out his name as your body shook beneath him. Sae didn’t slow down. He fucked you through it until you were trembling and oversensitive, then finally let himself finish with a low groan, burying himself deep inside you.
Afterward, he pulled away, fixed his clothes with calm, precise movements, and stood up. He looked down at you with his usual unreadable expression.
“Sae,” you whispered against the sheets. “This is what I meant by you being controlling.”
“Tch.” He was still kissing you, and you made no move to stop him. Instead, your hand was fluffing up his slightly sweaty hair. “You love it when I do that.”
dilf!sae who hired you as a babysitter to take care of his eight-year-old daughter on the nights he’s working late or tied up with meetings. he’s still in his late thirties – aging in a way that felt more polished than worn, as if time had only refined his features even more. and those teal eyes… they had a way of making just about anyone swoon.
dilf!sae who doesn’t immediately go to his room when he gets home. instead, he stands near the doorway and watches the way you spend time with his daughter, playing along with her drawings while letting her excited ramblings fill the room as she eagerly talks you through every little detail. the sight alone was enough to stir something in him he hadn’t felt in a long time.
dilf!sae who starts crossing lines he pretends not to notice. he offers to help with things you can clearly handle on your own, like reaching for something on the shelf when you’re already stretching for it or deliberately brushing past you when there’s more than enough space. he doesn’t comment on it and neither do you, but theres this unspoken tension every single time.
dilf!sae who becomes more aware of your presence than your role. it’s been nearly four months since he hired you, and he no longer sees you as just his ‘daughter’s babysitter’ anymore. he also finds himself asking unnecessary questions just to keep a conversation going with you.
“you ate?”
“need a ride home?”
“you’ve got somewhere else to be?”
none of it is strictly professional.
dilf!sae who realizes you’ve been looking at him the same way all along. four months worth of tension finally snapping past the line he’d been holding – and that’s when his last bit of restraint was gone. he steps in, closing the distance between you as his hand slides up to your jaw, tilting your face towards him. “… you’ve been doing this on purpose, haven’t you?” he murmurs low, thumb pressing just slightly against your bottom lip before finally giving in and capturing your lips in a heated kiss.
dilf!sae who carries you into his bedroom and presses you flat against his mattress. his hands make a quick work of your clothes, stripping you and then himself before pushing his swollen tip into your needy cunt, watching your face twist as you struggle to take his girth. a faint smirk tugs at his lips as he listens to the breathy moan spilling from your lips, knowing damn well he’s the one making you sound like this.
dilf!sae who initially sets a slow, steady pace, dragging his hips back only to push deeper each time, making sure you feel every inch of his throbbing length until your breath turns uneven and your body starts to give in beneath him. “ngghh… y-you’re too deep—!” you mewl, your fingers clutching at the sheets as your back arches helplessly beneath him.
dilf!sae who instantly finds your sweet spot, adjusting your hips just right before gradually driving into you with deep, measured thrusts. his free hand slides up to your chest, thumb brushing over your pert nipple and then rolling it between his fingers, drawing another broken moan from you. “mmnghh—!” his stamina never falters as he takes his time with you, working you through one orgasm after another before letting himself finish, leaving you overstimulated and spent.
dilf!sae who coaxes two more orgasms out of you before rolling you onto your stomach, his grip firm as he keeps you exactly where he wants you. his tone leaves no room for argument, calmly telling you that you can take more in which you do. “come on, you can take it...” he glances down to where you’re connected, watching the way your slick gathers at the base of his cock, slowly dripping all the way down to his balls.
dilf!sae who leaves you breathless and shaking beneath him when it’s all over – only to lean down and press a lingering kiss on your lips. until suddenly… a knock at the door cuts through the moment.
“… d-dad? can you come read me a bedtime story?” his daughter’s voice, soft and unsuspecting, echoes from the other side.
sae stills for a brief second, his hand pausing where it rests against you before he exhales quietly. “… go back to bed. i’ll be there in a minute.” he calls back, voice calm – in-fact too calm for the current predicament you both were in.
after hearing the sound of her footsteps retreating down the hallway, his gaze drops back to you.
“stay here… we’re not done yet.”
⨳ 𝓷𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: i remember how overly freaked out everyone was when this specific manga panel of sae came out last year 💀
Sae Itoshi is just so teaseable. His unexpressive face practically begs you to taunt emotion out of him. Or in this case, arouse him.
“You’ve been bitching all night, haven’t you?” Sae’s holding you in his lap, the two of you on the bed.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say. But really, you do. It was a semi-casual dinner with his teammates. You should’ve been elated he’d asked you expected you to come. Instead, you spent the night teasing him. Anything to get a reaction out of your stone-faced boyfriend.
“Bullshit.” Sae countered with a firmer grip on your hips. “You always do this. And I’m tired of letting you get away with it.”
“What do you mean—” but before you could finish, he smoothly moved you under him.
“I’m going to teach you not to act like this. Do you understand?” The look on his face wasn’t triumph—almost predatory at the sight of you like this.
“Yes, but-”
“Good.” He quickly removed your pants and marveled at your cunt a moment before sheathing in. He was welcomed in with the amount of slick coating your walls and the outside of your panties.
“Teasing me gets you so wet. Do you get off imagining me doing this to you? Putting you in your place?” The taunt was slow, just as his unbearable pace. Barely enough for pleasure, but enough for you to thrust your hips up in retaliation.
“Nuh uh. Bratty girls beg to get fucked. And only then will I decide if you deserve it.” The condescending tone only made you clench harder around his tip. He was enjoying this.
“Sae, please,” you whine, and drag your words out with sincere need.
“Not good enough. See how easy it is to get you like this? You’re just a slut for my cock. Say it.”
“I’m…” the words tumble out before you can stop them—tears brimming your eyes. “I’m a slut-! I need your cock so bad, Sae.”
“Good,” he praises, and lightly trails a hand along the inside of your thighs. “But I want you to tell me it’s not worth it. That you won’t misbehave in public because you’ll be begging for me afterwards either way.”
You could only whine as his slow pace continued, but he thrusted deep enough to hit that spot that made you see stars. “I—I promise, Sae. No more teasing you.”
“Good girl.” And with that, he violently started thrusting, using you to get off and wrecking you in the process.
“S-Sae, slow down-!” You cry, but he never falters. He hits your g-spot and you’re writhing against the sheets.
“What’s that? Just a second ago you were begging for it.” You came around his cock as his fingers found your clit, the sensation shattering the last of your composure. Sae fucked you through your orgasm, and finished inside of you with a guttural groan.
“Did you learn your lesson?” He asks as you nuzzle into his bare chest, completely spent.
“mm, yeah.” But you had every intention of teasing him again the next time you go out together.
Sae Itoshi is just so teaseable. His unexpressive face practically begs you to taunt emotion out of him. Or in this case, arouse him.
“You’ve been bitching all night, haven’t you?” Sae’s holding you in his lap, the two of you on the bed.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say. But really, you do. It was a semi-casual dinner with his teammates. You should’ve been elated he’d asked you expected you to come. Instead, you spent the night teasing him. Anything to get a reaction out of your stone-faced boyfriend.
“Bullshit.” Sae countered with a firmer grip on your hips. “You always do this. And I’m tired of letting you get away with it.”
“What do you mean—” but before you could finish, he smoothly moved you under him.
“I’m going to teach you not to act like this. Do you understand?” The look on his face wasn’t triumph—almost predatory at the sight of you like this.
“Yes, but-”
“Good.” He quickly removed your pants and marveled at your cunt a moment before sheathing in. He was welcomed in with the amount of slick coating your walls and the outside of your panties.
“Teasing me gets you so wet. Do you get off imagining me doing this to you? Putting you in your place?” The taunt was slow, just as his unbearable pace. Barely enough for pleasure, but enough for you to thrust your hips up in retaliation.
“Nuh uh. Bratty girls beg to get fucked. And only then will I decide if you deserve it.” The condescending tone only made you clench harder around his tip. He was enjoying this.
“Sae, please,” you whine, and drag your words out with sincere need.
“Not good enough. See how easy it is to get you like this? You’re just a slut for my cock. Say it.”
“I’m…” the words tumble out before you can stop them—tears brimming your eyes. “I’m a slut-! I need your cock so bad, Sae.”
“Good,” he praises, and lightly trails a hand along the inside of your thighs. “But I want you to tell me it’s not worth it. That you won’t misbehave in public because you’ll be begging for me afterwards either way.”
You could only whine as his slow pace continued, but he thrusted deep enough to hit that spot that made you see stars. “I—I promise, Sae. No more teasing you.”
“Good girl.” And with that, he violently started thrusting, using you to get off and wrecking you in the process.
“S-Sae, slow down-!” You cry, but he never falters. He hits your g-spot and you’re writhing against the sheets.
“What’s that? Just a second ago you were begging for it.” You came around his cock as his fingers found your clit, the sensation shattering the last of your composure. Sae fucked you through your orgasm, and finished inside of you with a guttural groan.
“Did you learn your lesson?” He asks as you nuzzle into his bare chest, completely spent.
“mm, yeah.” But you had every intention of teasing him again the next time you go out together.
pairing: itoshi rin x fem!reader
word count: 1.2k
genre/warnings: friends with benefits au. fluff. smut; rin is 20+, not proofread (we die like men!)
note (1): inspired by me last year when i tried to pavlov a guy lmao and also @saezzi force-feeding me this idea last night. anyways my first bllk thing yayyy 💙
MASTERLIST / KO-FI
it started the second time you hooked up.
not the first, because the very first time that you got your hands on each other was at a house party in a bedroom that wasn’t your own—just desperate bodies pushing into the nearest empty space you could find.
your hands were in his hair, your skirt flipped over and soaked panties pushed to the side. rin was on his knees, spreading your thighs so he could use his mouth for something other than insulting his teammates for once.
god, did he know how to use that snarky mouth of his.
the second time, though, happened in the comfort of your own apartment. he had come over, wasted no time getting your clothes off and your legs open, and dove right in like he’d been craving your taste. he made your thighs shake and your pussy gush before he even got his cock inside of you.
rin fucked you thoroughly, methodically. mapped out your body the way he would map out the field. knew the angles to make your eyes roll back. noted your sensitive spots so he could kiss over and over again. committed to memory how you tasted, the way you would clench every time he hit a spot you liked, the feeling of your tight heat enveloping his cock as he pounded into you.
rin didn’t need google reviews to know he was more than capable of pleasing a woman. he had your wanton moans permanently stuck in his brain. got the delicious marks of your nails on his back to prove.
it happened in the afterglow, when he had cleaned you up and you were still trying to orient yourself. rin was buckling his belt back into place when you languidly pushed yourself up on one elbow, fumbled for something in a bedside drawer, then slid a candy into his palm.
he blinked. you rolled over with your back against him. you mumbled something about locking the door on his way out, and just like that, you were out like a light.
no explanation. just one of those kawaguchi lemon candies.
rin would’ve chalked it up to you being as peculiar as you were, if it were only a one-off occurrence.
but it happened again the third time you hooked up, then the fourth, the fifth, the sixth… so on and so forth.
now, rin drops by your place twice a week like it’s part of his permanent routine. he comes over, services you until your pussy is satiated and his name feels like it’s been carved into the walls from how many times it falls from your lips. eating you out is a non-negotiable; he always makes you cum with his mouth at least twice before his pants are off.
there are days where practice runs long and he’s practically dead on his feet afterward, yet he still drags himself to your doorstep, needier than usual. he wouldn’t say it with words, but his desperate touches on these occasional nights speak loud enough. he wouldn’t bother fucking you, but he’d still pry your legs apart, nuzzling and kissing your thighs, his skilled tongue making you come over and over until you almost have to kick his head away to give your poor clit a break.
rin would emerge from between your thighs with your juices smeared all over his lips and chin, and the most fucked-out look on his face like he was the one receiving pleasure. like your pussy was enough sustenance to get him back to 100%.
and every time, without fail, you would send him off with one of those lemon candies. he feels weird questioning you, so he doesn’t. just stares at you for a solid second and mutters an awkward “thanks,” before heading out.
it’s gotten to the point where he can’t walk by those candies in the konbini without thinking about you, the things he does to you on a weekly basis, and he’d have to scuttle out of the store while hiding a boner conjured by fucking confectionary. as if a piece of candy were his reward for a job well done.
and tonight shouldn’t be any different. rin’s putting his clothes back on when he glances at you—your skin flushed and covered in blossoming marks left behind by his kisses and love bites.
he buckles his belt, smooths over his shirt and hair as he sits at the foot of your bed. yet you’re still laying there, watching him lazily.
“see you later, itoshi,” you say, your voice breaking into a small yawn at the end. “lock the door for me, please. thanks.”
rin blinks. suddenly, his 6’1” frame feels too small in the familiar space of your bedroom. he stays motionless, lost, eyes flickering between you and the drawer you usually reach for.
after a beat, he speaks up, “are you forgetting something?”
your head tilts leftward, seemingly confused. then you’re pushing yourself up, shuffling toward where he’s sitting until your faces are close. you press a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. “goodnight?”
rin short-circuits for a second there, something in his chest stuttering at your proximity, at the sweetness of your kiss. as if he wasn’t balls deep inside of you just half an hour ago.
he can still taste you on the tip of his tongue, still got all your little sounds trapped inside his brain. he knows he pleased you. felt your body shake and convulse against him as you came multiple times. even memorized the debauched sight of your pussy gripping his cock, creaming all over when he fucked you through your third orgasm of the night.
rin is used to chasing medals and trophies, to standing on world stages and making history.
he’s not a dog and you’re not his fucking owner. yet here he is, acting like one anyway. looking at you with those pitiful teal eyes, incapacitated just because you won’t reward him.
“that’s not what i meant,” he mutters.
“were you waiting for something else?”
his gaze narrows. something snaps, like his brain just can’t compute the difference between being judged and evaluated in a 80,000-people stadium, and having to affirm to you his ability to make you feel good.
over a fucking piece of candy, no less.
he’s not even sure how he must look right now, but he wouldn’t be surprised if it were anything less than a sulking puppy. pathetic.
“just—” rin clenches his jaw once, feeling a maddening blush creep up his neck as he huffs, “never mind, it’s nothing. goodnight.”
it’s not until he moves to stand up that you laugh, an airy sound escaping your mouth. you tug him back down by his shirt, his muscular form landing on your bed again.
you reach into the drawer and pull out the treat, tearing off the wrapper and holding it between the two of you. “you’re cute when you’re shy, itoshi,” you comment, smiling softly. “open.”
“you irritate me.” he’s glaring at you, but there’s no real heat behind his eyes, no bite behind his words. he does what you ask anyway.
you let out an amused chuckle. “yet you always come back for more.” then, you’re slipping the candy through the part of his pretty pink lips, still kiss-swollen from earlier but they’re poutier now.
rin kisses your fingertips when they touch his lips. endearing.
“good boy.”
note (2): depending on how people perceive this, i might expand on the fwb!rin cinematic universe lmao
“m-mommy! please..” rin buried his face into your shoulder, biting down on the flesh there to keep silent as your hand wrapped tight around his aching length.
“you sound so cute..” you cooed, pressing your thumb against rin’s leaking tip to coax more of that sticky pre out. rin gasped sharp and small, hips bucking into your fist.
your other hand stilled on his hips to force him to settle down, “no squirming, baby.” you tutted, rin’s plump, kiss-bitten lips pressed into a sweet pout.
you cupped his chin, pressing your thumb against the seam of his lips and pushing in. rin’s lips immediately wrapped around your digit and sucked on it, tongue swirling around the tip.
“such a good boy.” you mused, stroking rin faster and rin nodded in quick jerky motions. yes he was a good boy, only yours.
you curved your wrist upwards and rin immediately arched, head falling back and mouth opening slack. “there! feel so—g-good!” he babbled, drool flying from his lips.
you only smiled and bent forward, taking rin into your mouth. rin’s jaw fell open in a muted gasp, the feel of your warm mouth wrapped around his throbbing cock, taking every inch of him until his tip kissed the back of your throat.
it was too much.
rin gripped your head with both hands and began bucking his hips up, fucking your throat like a fleshlight. “i’m sorry—so sorry mommy—please, oh god!” rin cried out, his dick brushing your oesophagus with each upward thrust of his hips.
you gagged and choked but didn’t pull off. allowing rin to use your mouth to get himself off.
rin was close, tip twitching in your throat once, twice and thrice before he buried himself to the balls in your mouth and came down your throat with a broken cry.
“f-fuck..ah—’m sorry, mommy..don’t be mad..” rin panted breathlessly, his softening cock flopping out of your mouth with a soft squelch. you chuckled, wiping your lips with the back of your hand.
you began crawling up his body, rin watched with bated breath. his stomach sank when you straddled his chest, cupping his face with both hands.
you looked so beautiful to him, staring down at him with those sweet eyes. your thumb traced his plump bottom lip, “never mad at you.”
rin released a long breath but then you flopped down beside him and hiked your own skirt up, revealing your slick, puffy cunt to rin’s hungry gaze. “you should return the favour.” you beckoned him over with a crooked finger.
rin immediately kneeled on the bed and crawled over to you, settling between your thighs, hot breath fanning over your flushed pussy.
“yes mommy.”
a/n: this is a kind of a 'fuck u' post i made bc im petty and someone told me im a creep for "writing smut about minors" even though i clearly age everyone up before writing for them...and im not the only one writing smut about rin and definitely not the only one enjoying it.. (most of my popular posts r about rin GO FIGURE LMAOOOO) also im gonna write more bc someone also told me its good i "dont have the motivation to write anymore" and like i said im petty asfk idgaf i do wat i want anyway sorry for ranting ❤️❤️ enjoy all
2025-2026 — @reositos ★ don’t copy/modify/translate/repost to other sites. also don’t feed my work to ai.
“Rin, I need to ask you something,” you barely whispered as he pistoned you from behind.
“If you want me to go harder—”
“No—! I mean- that’s not it, no.”
“Then what.”
That’s the thing. Itoshi Rin—as hot as he is—is deathly oblivious. For months, it had been like this; come over and waste no time pinning you against the wall. Or the bed. Or the couch. And he enjoyed it too—at least you thought he did. Rin was just as ferocious on the field as he was in bed, if not more. Tongue out as he lapped at your folds, and you’d happily come on his face.
But he’d never once asked you for anything more.
“It’s just…” you paused after a particularly brutal thrust. Rin hummed as if he was waiting.
“We've been doing this for months, Rin. You come over, you fuck me, you make me come until I can't walk... and you never once called me yours. Never asked what we are."
He was quiet for a moment, still inside you. Anticipation was eating at you as much as the frustration of Rin not moving his cock.
“I… fuck.”
You shifted a little, tears brimming your eyes. You expected him to pull out, to leave you there and say you were crazy for expecting anything more of him.
Instead, he said “I never knew you wanted anything more. I thought we already had that.”
“You thought this was enough??” The disbelief in your voice was palpable.
“I mean, yeah,” Rin muttered sheepishly. “You come all over my cock and we even kiss. I never—I though—fuck.”
Before you could respond, he picked up his pace with a new fervor.
“Rin-!” You moaned around him. “D-does this mean you’ll be my boyfriend?”
He scoffed like the answer was already inside of you.
“Of course, dumbass. I’ve already ruined your cunt for anyone else, haven’t I?”
You could only moan in retaliation, clenching around him as if to answer.
“Mine. You’re fucking mine,” he groaned as you milked him for all his worth.
“coming—Rin, I’m gonna-”
“Do it. And tell me how much you love your boyfriends cock.”
The words alone pushed you over the edge. “Fuck, Rin-! I love it—I love my boyfriends cock”
Rin followed shortly after inside of you. Twitching from stimulation as he used your body to reach his own climax.
“You should’ve asked me sooner,” he groaned as he came. The two of you lay there, your clit pulsing from the light overstimulation.
“You’re so fucking oblivious, Rin,” you say as he nuzzles his head in your neck, mumbling something that sounded like “whatever.”
“Rin, I need to ask you something,” you barely whispered as he pistoned you from behind.
“If you want me to go harder—”
“No—! I mean- that’s not it, no.”
“Then what.”
That’s the thing. Itoshi Rin—as hot as he is—is deathly oblivious. For months, it had been like this; come over and waste no time pinning you against the wall. Or the bed. Or the couch. And he enjoyed it too—at least you thought he did. Rin was just as ferocious on the field as he was in bed, if not more. Tongue out as he lapped at your folds, and you’d happily come on his face.
But he’d never once asked you for anything more.
“It’s just…” you paused after a particularly brutal thrust. Rin hummed as if he was waiting.
“We've been doing this for months, Rin. You come over, you fuck me, you make me come until I can't walk... and you never once called me yours. Never asked what we are."
He was quiet for a moment, still inside you. Anticipation was eating at you as much as the frustration of Rin not moving his cock.
“I… fuck.”
You shifted a little, tears brimming your eyes. You expected him to pull out, to leave you there and say you were crazy for expecting anything more of him.
Instead, he said “I never knew you wanted anything more. I thought we already had that.”
“You thought this was enough??” The disbelief in your voice was palpable.
“I mean, yeah,” Rin muttered sheepishly. “You come all over my cock and we even kiss. I never—I though—fuck.”
Before you could respond, he picked up his pace with a new fervor.
“Rin-!” You moaned around him. “D-does this mean you’ll be my boyfriend?”
He scoffed like the answer was already inside of you.
“Of course, dumbass. I’ve already ruined your cunt for anyone else, haven’t I?”
You could only moan in retaliation, clenching around him as if to answer.
“Mine. You’re fucking mine,” he groaned as you milked him for all his worth.
“coming—Rin, I’m gonna-”
“Do it. And tell me how much you love your boyfriends cock.”
The words alone pushed you over the edge. “Fuck, Rin-! I love it—I love my boyfriends cock”
Rin followed shortly after inside of you. Twitching from stimulation as he used your body to reach his own climax.
“You should’ve asked me sooner,” he groaned as he came. The two of you lay there, your clit pulsing from the light overstimulation.
“You’re so fucking oblivious, Rin,” you say as he nuzzles his head in your neck, mumbling something that sounded like “whatever.”
