#{ rin }

[beesiespicnic]

take the picture already!!!!!

alt versions vvv

[velvetterabby]

Melancholic rin!

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

i hate mischaracterizing characters, so for anyone who wants these, here are some facts/implied info about characters:

isagi is a loner and often skips out on parties and social events. this is because of how shy and awkward he is around other people and loud environments. (light novel, implied in the manga)

it’s impossible for nagi to hate anyone. even if someone is constantly making him work hard or taking his phone and games away, he is always calm and a pacifist. (egoist bible, implied in the manga)

rin is extremely kind and emotional under his stoic and emo exterior. he gives foreign tourists extremely detailed directions and is implied to be a good captain. (light novel, implied in the manga)

rin is also academically stupid in everything other than english. this is because he’s dead set on being a soccer player and therefore sees no point in any class other than english. (light novel)

karasu loves anything he finds special. he thinks that even rin and isagi are mediocre even though their blue lock’s number one, but he had a childhood crush on the only person he found special, a girl named marissa. (egoist bible)

sae doesn’t realize that he’s rude or has any malicious intent when he’s being an asshole. he just says what’s on his mind, no matter how mean or blunt. it’s confirmed that he does have friends, so he’s probably not always like this. (egoist bible, manga)

[aleksandracoffan]

[kotaki]

“Nothing that happens is ever forgotten, even if you can’t remember it.”

[serinitoshi]

WANT TO HEAR YOUR VOICE

SYNOPSIS: Your childhood best friend, Rin, can’t cum without hearing your voice.

WARNINGS: nsfw, smut, masturbation, dubcon (?), aged up characters, unknowing reader, mentions of virginity, reader is discussed to have female anatomy, dirty talk

AUTHORS NOTE: first time writing smut, kinda nervous (this is definitely ooc mb guys ☹️)

<< part two >>

You and Rin have been friends since childhood, attached by the hip. He only ever confided in you. Seeking you out after anything happened, if he lost or won a game, if someone was pissing him off on the team, how big his ego has become. And you were always there, ready to support him through any of it.

He had liked you for years now. Ever since you showed up to his first football game holding a giant banner you made for him.

Rin told himself that he would never act on those feelings, especially considering the fact you didn’t share them.

But here he found himself, laying on his bed, pent up at 2:34 am, with no sign of release.

It was embarrassing, but Rin only ever masturbated to scenarios of you.

You bent over, wearing one of those short skirts you seemed to like so much. Or you helping him with all of his football frustrations.

He groaned, and inched his hand down to his boxers, cupping his half-hard cock. Rin wanted so badly to know what you sounded like, what your sweet pussy would feel like around him.

He moved his hand to pull his erection out, rubbing the leaky tip gently. Rin let out a whimper due to the feeling.

Slowly, he began to slip his hand up and down his cock, trying to imagine it was your hand instead. Oh how sweet you’d be to him, telling him how proud you were and how good he was being.

The thought alone has Rin curling his toes.

But no matter how many times he pictures you, it doesn’t work. He’s been at it for thirty minutes now, coming up with different scenarios.

You sneaking into the locker room after a game, rewarding rin for all of his hard work. He’d drop to his knees and lift up your skirt, admiring how wet you already were from just the thought of him.

Then, he’d use two fingers to slide your panties to the side, licking a long stripe across your folds. You’d shove your fingers in his hair, trying to hold onto anything for stability as he ate you out like a starved man.

After making you cum all over his tongue, he’d let you paw at his pants, trying to get his cock out. You’d moan at the pure sight of it, and try to pleasure him with your hands, but he wouldn’t let you. He’d pin you to the wall, and shove the whole thing into you at once, watching your face as he splits you open. He’d thrust into you at an inhuman pace, making you beg for more.

Normally, he would’ve already been done jacking off at the thought of eating you out, but for some reason he couldn’t reach his climax.

His thoughts are interrupted by the buzz of his phone.

“Fuck.”

Rin keeps one hand stroking his cock, and used the other one to answer the incoming call without bothering to look at the caller id.

“Hello?”

“Rinnie! I’ve been calling you for ages!”

At the sound of your voice his cock pulses, forcing him to bite back a moan.

“Mhm, what do you need so late?” he asks trying to fighting back any sounds, putting your voice on speaker as he throws his phone somewhere in the sheets.

“What’s with the attitude? Someone’s oughta put you in your place!”

Rin’s hips buckled up to meet his hand at the thought of you putting him in his place. Spitting in his face and being rough with him.

All that can be heard through the call is the sound of Rin’s hand moving up and down his fully hardened cock.

“What are you doing? There’s like a weird wet sound.”

“N-nothing—ngh,” Rin can barely contain himself as he comes closer and closer to his release. As he approaches it, he also becomes more bold.

“Have you—shit—ever uhm masturbated?”

You gasp on the other end of the phone, “why are you asking that!” You can feel your face flush.

The smacking sound from Rin’s end only gets louder.

“Do you touch yourself—t-thinking about me?”

“Rin! What are you saying?”

You can really feel the flush now, but not only on your face. You begin to feeling the tingling sensation inbetween your thighs, squeezing them together to get some comfort.

Rin almost laughs at the way your voice cracks with nerves. “Are you—hah—still a virgin?”

“y-yeah, but there’s nothing wrong with that! I’m saving myself.”

Rin could’ve came right there. Picturing himself to be the one to ruin you, making you a cock-drunk whore for him.

He feels his climax coming, the wet sound becoming more intense as his moans become harder to fight back.

“T-tell me, ah—what do you think about when you rub that pretty clit”

You squeeze your thighs harder together, “I think of you..”

“me doing what, sweet girl? use that voice”

You try to ignore the embarrassment coming over you. “You making me take the whole thing, pounding into me without a break”

“w-what whole thing?”

“Uhm—your”

“cmon, I know you can say it”

“your cock..”

And with that, Rin finally meets his release. Cumming all over his chest and hand, he lets out a loud moan.

“Rinnie? Were you.. um”

Catching his breath, Rin grabbed the phone. “Mhm, do you want to see the mess you made me?”

“Y-yeah”

Rin facetimes you and turns on his camera. Flipping to the back one, he reveals his predicament. His cock was still half hard, and the tip was flushed red. Streaks of cum were left all over his chest, thighs, and hand.

“All that for you,” he says with a groggy voice.

“It’s pretty,” you murmur

Rin lets out an exhausted laugh, “hm, you should see it in person.”

“maybe I will.”

The next morning, Rin almost tries to strangle himself out of pure embarrassment.

He was so sleep deprived that he didn’t think about what he was doing at all.

How stupid could he have been to do that to you? Oh god, you probably thought he was a creep now. And on top of it, you were coming by his house in an hour to hang out.

Would you mention it? Or maybe you just wouldn’t come.

He could only dream, because sooner rather than later, your knock could be heard at the door.

“This is either going to be the best or worst hangout of my life,” he sighs to himself one last time before opening the door.

“H-hi Rinnie!” the sound of your nervous voice hits him like a train.

Unable to control his composure, his face reddens.

“Come in, let’s go to my room.”

As he shuts his bedroom door behind you two, he expects you to shout at him, call him a pervert, anything.

But what he didn’t expect was for you to climb onto his lap and ask if you could see it in person.

You were going to be the death of Rin Itoshi.

(lowkey we need more perv Rin in this world)

[miiroki]

Older! Rin Itoshi is a boob guy! ★ (NSFW) ﹙𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭﹚

ಣ Rin isn’t the type to vocalize what he likes, to be honest, he’d rather die than admit to having "sexual" preferences. But his actions give him away every single time it’s almost pathetic. He is, without a doubt, a total tits guy…

ಣ Rin tries not to ogle, but his eyes track your movements so intensely. If you wear something with a lower neckline, or a top that hugs your curves just right, you’ll catch his gaze dropping for a split second before he snaps his eyes back to your face, scowling a little harder than usual to mask the distraction.

ಣ When you two are alone on the couch after a gruelling day of practice, his favorite way to unwind is having you lean back against him and his hands will almost always automatically find their way to your waist, slowly sliding upward to rest just beneath your chest, his thumbs tracing the lower curve of your breasts, occasionally grazing just above your nipples. As sexual as it is, it’s also a grounding feeling that just makes him melt.

ಣ If he’s feeling exceptionally exhausted (and uniquely needy), he will lay his head right in your lap, burying his face directly into your chest. He loves the warmth, the smell, the softness, and the rhythmic sound of your heartbeat, when his face is smushed in your cleavage it makes him feel like he’s surrounded by you, and it's the only thing that actually silences the soccer-related voices that tell him to destroy in his brain. Rin works himself to absolute exhaustion on the pitch literally everyday, meaning when he finally crashes, he sleeps like the dead. His favorite position (to no one’s suprise) is burying his face entirely into your chest, wrapping his long arms around your waist like a vise so you can't escape. Because he falls into such a deep, heavy sleep, his jaw slacks completely. You’ll wake up in the morning to find a massive, damp wet spot right in the center of your chest or tank top. When you nudge his shoulder to wake him up, he’ll pull back with a string of saliva still connecting his bottom lip to your skin. He’ll blink blearily, look down at the absolute mess he made on your breasts, and like the bum that he is he’ll just go back to the position he was previously in.

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NSFW…

ಣ Rin is not gentle when he’s fully invested. Something inside of him loves the contrast of his rough, calloused, athletic hands against your soft skin. When he's thrusting into you, his hands will firmly cup and lift your breasts, molding them to the shape of his broad hands. He likes feeling the weight of them in his palms, often squeezing tightly enough to leave faint, temporary marks. He’ll pinch your nipples, rub them in circles, and do just about anything to make you feel overwhelmed.

ಣ Rin prides himself on absolute control, but your chest is his kryptonite. If you ride him, he’ll lean his head back, his eyes completely locked on the way your breasts bounce and move with the rhythm. He loves to slide his hands from your waist up to your tits, holding them in his hands gently enough to feel the bounce of gravity. It’s one of the few times his stoic expression completely breaks into something raw and unhinged, to the point where he’ll retreat back to his habit of drooling.

ಣ Ever since you two got together, he’s developed this messy, primal oral fixation when it comes to your chest. He doesn't just give you neat little kisses, he is feral, covering the slopes of your breasts in wet, open-mouthed kisses, licks, and heavy sucks. By the time he moves up to kiss your lips, your entire chest is slick, glistening, and completely covered in his spit. He loves looking down at his handiwork, taking a perverse pride in how messy and wrecked he's left you looking before the main event even starts.

ಣ Sometimes there are rare moments when the pressure of everything just gets to him, and he becomes incredibly needy and overwhelmed. He will coerce you down onto the bed, tear your shirt open, and bury his face between your breasts, moving his mouth wildly over your skin and suckling on your sore nipples just to ground himself. He’ll often fall asleep like this. Being a pro player is no joke, good thing he can just take it all out on your poor tits. ❤︎