summary: nagi‘s just so big and messy! He doesn’t mean to overstimulate you! Really! — he’s just big, sleepy, and too comfortable inside you to stop.
warnings: nsfw, clueless!freak!nagi, fem!reader, Size difference, Lazy sex, Size kink, Overstimulation, Breeding kink (implied), Cumplay, Unintentional dominance, Sleepy sex vibes, Mentions of body weight and girth, Wet/messy, Nagi being deeply unaware of his effect (big dick), Mild degradation.
wc: 0.8k words.
pt. 2 here. clueless!freak!nagi… giggling
He never really meant to overwhelm you.
Nagi’s just… like that.
Big. Heavy. Lazy in the way his body folds over yours like a weighted blanket, his limbs thrown over you without thought. When he stretches, his abs tighten and ripple in the dim light of the bedroom, and you swear he doesn’t even realize how obscene he looks — cock flushed and thick, resting lazily against your stomach.
And that’s before he even gets hard.
“You’re tight,” he murmurs sleepily, as if it’s news to him. As if he hasn’t just spent the last few minutes coaxing his cock into you inch by inch, stretching you open around a girth you’re still not quite used to. He pauses halfway in, his brows furrowed slightly. “Huh. It’s not all in yet.”
You groan, head thrown back, fingers digging into his shoulders. “Nagi, you—fuck—you’re already too big.”
He blinks, unbothered. “Really? Doesn’t feel like it to me.”
Then he pushes the rest in.
It’s slow, but the burn still lights your nerves on fire, a delicious ache that borders on too much. Your body arches into him instinctively, needing more, needing him, even as he bottoms out and lets out a soft, drawn-out sigh — like he’s slipping into a warm bath, not rearranging your insides.
“So warm,” he mumbles, lazily pumping his hips. Each thrust is slow but deep, grinding against something inside you that has your breath hitching and your thighs trembling. “Could stay here forever…”
You’re not sure if it’s a threat or a promise.
And gods, he’s so messy.
There’s slick everywhere — dripping down your thighs, coating the base of his cock, smeared between your bodies as he rocks into you without rhythm, without urgency. Like this is just another part of his nap. You can hear it, wet and obscene, each thrust a slap and squelch that echoes off the walls. His cum from earlier is still leaking out of you, mixing with your arousal in a sticky, decadent mess neither of you seems inclined to clean up.
Nagi doesn’t care. Doesn’t notice. He’s too busy staring down at where you’re joined, mesmerized. His fingers press into your hips to hold you still as he angles deeper, testing what makes you twitch.
“You’re squeezin’ me,” he mutters, voice low and a little slurred with sleep. “Feels nice.”
You choke on a moan, vision going white as your orgasm slams into you. Your walls flutter and clamp down, and that seems to finally get a reaction out of him. His breath stutters, hips jerking erratically.
“Gonna cum again—” he gasps, head dropping into the crook of your neck. “Inside’s okay, right? S’too late now anyway…”
You can only whimper as warmth floods you again, thick and unrelenting.
He falls asleep still inside you. Still twitching. Still leaking.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ you thought in this position it’s gonna be easier, but nagi‘s still so big and messy! — he’s just big, sleepy, and too comfortable inside you to stop 𐦯
You’re already trembling by the time he pushes in — slow, like he always is, like he has no idea what he’s doing to you.
Doggy was your idea. You thought it’d help. Thought the angle might make it easier to take him. But with Nagi, there’s no such thing as easy.
“Feels tight,” he murmurs, lazy and curious. One hand rests heavy on your lower back, the other gripping your hip like an anchor. “Did I stretch you enough?”
You try to answer, but all that comes out is a gasped whimper as his cock pushes deeper. You’re soaking wet, already messy and slick from the last round, but your body still struggles to take all of him — thick, long, too much in every possible way.
“Still not all the way in,” he mutters, mostly to himself, like he’s mildly confused.
“Nagi, wait—” You try to push back against him, but it’s no use. His weight pins you down, his body folded over yours now, chest brushing your spine as he leans closer.
“You can take it,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss between your shoulder blades like it’s comfort. “You always do.”
And then he pushes fully inside you.
The sound you make is broken — part sob, part moan, part desperate need. Your hands clutch the sheets as your body stretches around him, clenching reflexively. His cock pulses deep inside you, snug and hot, and Nagi just sighs like he’s drifting off to sleep.
“So warm…”
He starts to move in slow, deep thrusts that hit exactly where you need them, even if he doesn’t seem to be aiming for anything in particular. Every time his hips slap into your ass, slick drips down your thighs.
“Messy again,” he mumbles, pulling out partway only to thrust back in with a wet squelch. “Gonna need a towel…”
“You think—” You gasp, barely able to speak. “—you could’ve lasted five minutes without making a mess?”
“Mm… probably not.” His voice is muffled now, face buried in the crook of your neck. “Feels too good.”
He doesn’t speed up. He doesn’t need to. He just keeps thrusting lazily, steadily, filling you with every inch like it’s nothing — like you’re meant to take him. You’re trembling underneath him, thighs shaking, arms limp from trying to hold yourself up.
“’m gonna cum again,” he says, and it’s so nonchalant, so casual it almost sounds like he’s asking if you want a snack.
You barely get out a breathless “Inside—just cum inside—” before he does, hips stuttering as he buries himself to the hilt.
Warmth floods you. Again. Deep and heavy and endless.
He stays there, still sheathed inside you, twitching gently as he presses another lazy kiss to your shoulder. He’s not pulling out.
And gods, he’s still hard.
“Let’s stay like this,” he mumbles, already half-asleep. “You feel good.”
The camera app is open, red record button blinking steadily in the reflection of Sae’s half-lidded eyes.
You’re on your knees, settled between his thighs on the hotel bed. He’s still half-dressed—compression pants pushed down just enough, national team jersey rumpled. His voice is low and sharp with impatience.
“Come on,” he mutters, tapping the back of your head with his phone lightly. “I don’t have all night.”
You glance up. He’s already recording.
Of course he is.
“Open your mouth.” He says, And You do.
“Wider.”
You stretch your jaw, and he slips the tip of his cock over your tongue, watching the way your lips part around him with a glint of something dark in his eyes.
“Good,” he says, voice flat but satisfied. “Look up. Keep eye contact with the camera.”
You’re not even sure where to focus—on the phone hovering inches above your face, or on the lazy dominance in his smirk.
“This is for me,” he adds, thrusting just slightly, the head pushing against the back of your throat. “For when I’m stuck in some hotel halfway across the world. I’ll jerk off to this when I’m bored. So make it good.”
You gag a little as he pushes in deeper, your throat resisting before relaxing as you try to keep up.
He groans. “There you go.”
His grip on the phone doesn’t waver. His other hand tangles in your hair, forcing your head down until your nose is flush against his pelvis, the scent of his skin overwhelming. He holds you there, just long enough to feel the tight flutter of your throat around him, then pulls you back slowly, watching the line of spit stretch from your lips to his cock.
“Fuck. That’s so hot.”
Your eyes are watering. Saliva drips from your chin. You barely have time to breathe before he shoves back in.
“I said keep eye contact,” he snaps when your gaze falters. “What—too much already?”
You shake your head, throat stuffed, and he clicks his tongue like he’s unimpressed.
“Pathetic,” he mutters. “All that whining earlier, and now you can’t even keep your eyes open for me?”
He grins when you glare at him with your mouth full.
“There she is,” he says, voice low and amused. “Getting bratty with a cock down her throat. Cute.”
You moan around him, and the vibration makes his abs flex. You can tell—he’s trying not to react too fast. He’s dragging it out. He always does.
The phone’s still filming, angled perfectly to catch the tears streaming from your eyes, the messy sounds of your throat being used, the lewd slurping that fills the room.
“Bet you like this,” he hisses. “Knowing I’m gonna replay this every night after training. Stroke my cock to this video while you’re not around.”
You nod the best you can.
“Of course you do,” he murmurs. “You’re such a fucking show-off.”
He starts fucking your throat in earnest now—slow, controlled thrusts that go too deep and leave you gasping when he finally pulls out.
“Stick your tongue out.”
You do, and he slaps his cock against it—once, twice—leaving streaks of pre-cum across your cheek and chin.
“Smile for the camera,” he says, tilting the phone slightly for a better angle.
You smile, dazed and messy, spit stringing from your lips.
“God, you’re disgusting,” he mutters—but it’s almost affectionate. His thumb drags across your lower lip. “I’m gonna watch this so many fucking times.”
You blink up at him.
“Sae…”
“What?”
“Wanna make you cum.”
He chuckles under his breath, then finally lowers the phone slightly.
“Yeah?” His voice is darker now, hunger curling in it. “Then do it, sweetheart.”
You take him back into your mouth eagerly, jaw sore but willing, eyes glassy with need. The pressure in your throat builds as he thrusts in deeper, the muscles fluttering as you relax around him like he taught you. His pace gets rougher, the phone angling just right to capture your tear-streaked face, lips stretched around his cock, spit glistening down your chin.
“Fuck,” he growls, the tension in his voice now cracking at the edges. “Just like that—keep going.”
You gag again when he hits the back of your throat hard, but you don’t pull away. Not when he’s gripping your hair tighter, not when his abs are flexing, not when you feel him twitch against your tongue.
He breathes your name through clenched teeth, the sound almost reverent—then suddenly pulls out with a sharp curse.
“Stick your tongue out. Keep your eyes on the camera.”
You do, dazed and obedient, mouth open and ready as he fists his cock just above your face.
“Fucking filthy,” he mutters, breathing hard. “You like being on your knees that much?”
You whimper in response, tongue still out, cheeks flushed and wet with tears and drool.
Then he groans—a deep, guttural sound—and hot, sticky ropes of cum paint your face. Across your cheek. Your lips. The bridge of your nose. Some of it lands in your open mouth.
The camera catches all of it.
His breath shudders as he slows his strokes, the last few drops dripping onto your tongue.
“God, look at you,” he says, voice low and wrecked. “Fucking perfect.”
You close your mouth, swallowing what’s on your tongue, then wipe the rest of his cum from your cheek with your fingers and suck them clean—never breaking eye contact with the camera.
Sae curses again, shaky now.
“Gonna watch this every night,” he mutters, finally stopping the recording. “Don’t care where I am. Gonna jerk off to this messy little face until I get back home and do it again for real.”
You smile, cum-smeared and smug. “Better hurry back then.”
He chuckles, rough and breathless, cupping your cheek with a thumb that smears his own mess across your skin.
“Oh, I will.”
Your thighs are still trembling from earlier, face sticky with drying cum when he grabs your hips and flips you over onto your stomach without a word.
“You thought we were done?” Sae’s voice is rough as gravel, and he sounds almost annoyed at the idea.
Your face is pressed into the sheets, cheek smearing a streak of his earlier release as you turn your head to gasp, “No—”
“Good,” he snaps, already lining himself up behind you. “Then shut up and arch your back.”
He grabs your ass with one hand, slapping it hard, just once—enough to make you jolt and whine.
The other hand? Still holding the fucking phone.
You feel the cool glass of it as he drags it across your lower back, filming the curve of your ass, the slick between your thighs, the way you’re already clenching around nothing.
“Goddamn,” he mutters, mostly to himself. “Look at this—completely soaked, and I haven’t even put it in yet.”
You hear the soft sound of the phone focusing as he zooms in on your dripping pussy, then the low hitch of his breath.
“This view’s gonna ruin me.”
Then he’s pushing in—all the way, in one slow, ruthless stroke. You cry out into the sheets, and his hand lands on your lower back to keep you still.
“Shh,” he says. “The camera’s picking up everything. Don’t go crying now.”
You moan again anyway, louder this time, hips rocking back instinctively to meet his next thrust.
“You just don’t learn,” he growls. “Already fucked you messy, and you’re still needy?”
He starts moving—deep, punishing strokes that push you forward on the bed with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes around the room, mixing with your moans and his panting breaths.
You feel the phone shift position slightly as he raises it to film from above, angling it to capture the way you take him—how your pussy stretches around him, how the mess of his earlier cum drips down your inner thighs with every movement.
“Keep your ass up. Don’t make me tell you again.”
You obey instantly, arching your back more, which only makes him groan louder.
“There we go,” he breathes. “Sweetheart, you doing great.”
You gasp, pulse racing, thighs shaking under the pressure of his pace.
“Bet you like knowing I’m recording this,” he mutters. “You like imagining me watching this in a hotelroom, while I fist my cock to the sound of you moaning my name?”
You whimper something incoherent, and he chuckles darkly.
“I’ll fucking send this to you at midnight, just so you remember who owns this pussy.”
His hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back just enough to make your spine arch deeper. The shift makes him hit that spot inside you just right, and a scream rips out of your throat.
“Say it,” he demands.
“Sae—fuck—yours, I’m yours—”
The phone catches everything—the way you sob it out, the wet, obscene sounds of his cock pounding into you, the red flush on your skin, the tremble in your thighs as you get closer and closer to breaking again.
You start to cum with a choked cry, walls fluttering violently around him, and that’s when he pulls the phone back slightly—ass bouncing, back arched.
“Shit,” he groans. “You’re gonna make me—fuck—”
He slams into you once, twice, then spills inside with a deep grunt, pushing in as far as he can go. His cum floods you, warm and thick, and the phone catches every second of it.
When he finally stops moving, he leans over your back, still inside you, still holding the phone.
You’re breathing hard into the sheets, sweaty, trembling, completely wrecked.
He lifts the phone one more time and points it at your cum-dripping cunt, spreading you open just slightly with two fingers.
“Gonna watch this every night,” he mutters, hitting stop on the recording. “And when I get back from my next away game?”
But in your bedroom? Sitting awkwardly on the edge of your bed, wide-eyed and stiff, letting his eyes flick around like he’d never been in a girl’s room before?
He was adorable.
“I thought girls’ rooms would be more pink,” he muttered under his breath. “And maybe, like… stuffed animals.”
You raised a brow as you leaned against the door and closed it quietly behind you. “Disappointed?”
He glanced up. His cheeks were flushed faintly, lips parted just slightly. “No. It’s… kinda hot in here.” You smirked and stepped closer.
“You nervous?” you asked, soft and teasing.
He looked away. “Tch… maybe a little.”
“Is this your first time in a girl’s room?” you teased, already knowing the answer.
He nodded.
“I haven’t… done stuff before. I was always too lazy. And soccer takes up everything.”
You stopped in front of him, running your hand through his snowy-white hair, letting your fingers trail down the side of his face.
“You trust me?” you asked.
“…Yeah.”
“Then I’ll take care of you.”
It then started with kisses. Messy, heated, breathless kisses as you straddled him on the bed, your hands moving under his hoodie to feel the warmth of his bare skin. He gasped into your mouth when you tugged it over his head and tossed it aside, fingers skimming his chest.
His hands gripped your hips awkwardly—unsure what to do, but desperate to touch.
“You’re shaking,” you whispered between kisses. “I’m fine. Just… fuck…”
You ground down against him, and the sound he let out was more of a whimper than a moan—needy, soft, helpless.
“You’re hard already,” you teased.
He turned his face away. “S-sorry…”
You laughed, cupping his jaw and pulling him back to you. “That’s a good thing, Seishiro. Means you want me.”
“Of course I do…” he whispered. “You’re… you’re really pretty. Hot. I just—don’t know what to do.”
“You don’t have to do anything,” you said, trailing your hand down his abs. “Just relax.”
His breath caught as your fingers brushed over the growing bulge in his sweats. You palmed him gently, and his head fell back against the pillow with a helpless groan.
“You’re already so hard… and fuck, you’re big.” That made him look at you—a quick, startled glance.
You tugged his waistband down and he lifted his hips obediently. When his cock finally sprang free, flushed and leaking at the tip, you couldn’t stop the grin that spread across your face.
“God,” you whispered, eyes trailing up his body. “No wonder you were acting shy.”
Nagi groaned, covering his face with his forearm. “Don’t say shit like that…”
“Why not?” You leaned down between his legs. “You like it when I praise you, don’t you?”
His cock twitched. And That was answer enough.
You licked a stripe up the underside and he jerked, gasping, his hand flying to your hair on instinct.
“Oh f-fuck—what the hell—”
You wrapped your lips around the tip and sucked gently, then deeper, bobbing your head slow and steady. His reaction was instant and overwhelming.
He moaned. Loud and Helpless. Like it was too much. “S-so good… fuck, that feels insane—”
You hummed around him, letting spit drip from your mouth as you pulled off with a wet pop.
“You sound so pretty like this,” you whispered, stroking him with your hand now, nice and wet. “Can’t believe no one’s ever touched you like this before.”
“I d-didn’t think it’d feel like this,” he admitted through clenched teeth, sweat beading at his temple.
“You’re close already?”
“I… I think I’m gonna—!”
You pulled your mouth off him just in time, squeezing the base of his cock.
“Not yet, Seishiro. I haven’t even fucked you yet.”
He groaned, full-body, like he was falling apart already. And then—slowly—you reached for the hem of your shirt.
Nagi’s breath hitched.
You peeled it off, your skin glowing in the low light, breasts bare and soft and bouncing slightly with the movement.
He stared. Not just stared—froze, eyes wide, lips parted, like you’d just shown him the stars.
“…You’re not real,” he said under his breath.
You smiled. “You can touch me, you know.”
“I-I can?” “Of course.” You took his wrists gently and guided his hands up, placing them on your breasts. “Here.”
They were warm against his palms, his fingers splayed awkwardly at first—unsure, but reverent. Like he didn’t want to ruin the moment.
You rocked your chest forward slightly, letting his hands sink into your skin, and his breath caught again.
“They’re… soft,” he murmured. “And heavy. And… really nice.”
You laughed, leaning forward so your breasts brushed against his chest. His hands stayed on them, gripping gently now, thumbs brushing over your nipples. The touch made you sigh, your eyes fluttering shut. “You like them?”
“I wanna live here,” he muttered while You Laughed.
His thumbs circled your nipples again, this time bolder. You moaned softly, your hips shifting against his lap, your slick heat grinding right against his still-sensitive cock.
That earned you a choked moan. He glanced down, mesmerized as your nipples hardened against his palms.
“You’re unreal,” he whispered.
You leaned in and kissed him, deep and slow.
His cock twitched against your bare thigh, still sticky and flushed from your mouth. He shuddered.
You slowly started grinding against his bare cock with nothing between you. The way his eyes rolled back had you aching.
“You feel that good already?” you teased.
“It’s too much,” he choked out. “I c-can’t hold back if you… if you do that…”
“Don’t,” you said, lining him up. “Just feel it.”
When you sank down onto him, he nearly blacked out.
“Holy shit—I can’t—fuck—!”
He was huge. Thick and long and stretching you so much it stole your breath, but you loved it. Loved how it made his voice break when you slid all the way down, tight and wet around him.
“You’re so big,” you moaned, hands on his chest. “This cock doesn’t belong to a virgin, baby.”
“I’m g-gonna cum again—”
“No,” you whispered, starting to ride him. “You’re gonna take it. Be good for me.”
He whimpered—moaned—so loud you were sure your neighbors could hear.
The overstimulation hit fast. His cock was still sensitive from almost cumming earlier, and now your walls were clenching around him, warm and wet and squeezing him tighter than anything he’d ever imagined.
You bounced on him hard, dragging moans and gasps and cries from him like he couldn’t control a single thing his body was doing.
“Y-you’re too good—!” he sobbed. “Too good, I can’t—ahhh—!”
You leaned over him, hands on either side of his head. “Take it, Seishiro. Be my good boy.”
“I-I’m—fuck—I’m cumming—!” And you didn’t stop.
He jerked beneath you as he came hard, his voice breaking as his cock twitched deep inside you, spilling warmth into your pussy.
But you kept going. “Wait—fuck—wait—!” he begged, voice hoarse.
“Uh-uh,” you panted. “You can take it.”
“I-I can’t, I can’t, I—ahhhfuck—!”
His whole body writhed, overstimulated and helpless under you. His hands gripped the sheets, his thighs shaking as you kept riding him through his orgasm.
“Too much,” he whined. “It’s too—good—it-hurts—feels s-so good—!”
You slowed down just enough to let him breathe, but you didn’t stop.
“That’s it, baby,” you whispered. “Let me ruin you.”
His lips trembled as he stared up at you, absolutely wrecked. His cock was still twitching inside you, and you could feel him struggling to process it all.
“You’re doing so good for me, Seishiro,” you moaned, still riding him with slow, deep rolls of your hips. “So big, so sensitive, and still giving it to me.”
His moans got softer, more broken, less words and more sounds—soft whines and gasps and breathy cries that made your stomach twist with want.
Finally, when his body stopped twitching and his hands went limp on the sheets, you slowed to a stop, still full of him, still warm and wet and tight around his overstimulated cock.
You looked down.
He was panting. Flushed, chest rising and falling like he’d just finished a match. His bangs stuck to his forehead, his silver lashes fluttering open just barely to look at you.
“…You still alive down there?”
He blinked up at you, utterly wrecked. And then, hoarse and quiet, he finally whispered,
“…Fuck, i love you”
You leaned down, kissed his jaw, and murmured against his ear,
H-H-Hey..Erm Anyways i wanted to request Rin itoshi x reader smut where we were being a brat and he punishes reader and his size is too big for us to handle(oh and a little light pain kink)Ok Thats All take ur time 🤑🫶🏻
⸝⸝ ＃┆ 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄! ⎯ 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍
summary: You acted like a brat around Sae, and Rin doesn’t let it slide. He makes you pay for it in the bedroom—One leg thrown over his shoulder, hand pressing down on your tummy where he’s buried deep, he reminds you who you belong to—with punishing thrusts, and a creampie that leaves no room for doubt.
warnings: nsfw, dom!rin, rough sex, brat taming, punishment, Size kink, Light pain kink (pain from stretch), tummy bulge, Deep penetration, overstimulation, creampie, dirty talk, possessive behavior, soft pet names.
wc: 1.3k words.
hakaniszk: i Hope I wrote it like you imagined it — Im Sorry it took so long !
You knew exactly what you were doing.
Dripping attention all over Sae earlier—laughing at his dry jokes, touching his arm a little too long, batting your lashes just enough to make Rin Itoshi twitch from across the room. You wanted a reaction. You got one.
Now you were on your knees in Rin’s room, your cheek pressed to his thigh, wrists pinned behind your back by his firm grip. He stared down at you like you were a puzzle he was going to break just to see how you’d fall apart.
“Thought you were cute, didn’t you?” he murmured, voice low and dangerous. His fingers were in your mouth before you could speak—two of them, long and slow, pressing your tongue down, smearing your own spit across your lips. “Flirting with my brother like a desperate little brat.”
You gave a muffled noise, already lightheaded from the way his fingers filled your mouth—so much bigger than you’d expect, rough from training, thumb dragging across your bottom lip like he owned you.
“Open wider,” he ordered.
You obeyed. And then he was pulling his fingers out, only to replace them with the tip of his cock—thick, heavy, way too big. Your lips stretched, your jaw aching already as he slid in a little more.
“Too much?” he mocked, brushing your cheek with his knuckles, voice still deceptively sweet. “What happened to that attitude from earlier, huh?”
You whimpered, trying to take more, trying not to gag as he hit the back of your throat.
“Aw, poor thing,” he cooed, thrusting shallowly. “Mouth can’t handle me either? You act like a brat but fall apart the second I touch you.”
Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. You loved it. The sting. The stretch. The way he used you like you were something he owned—because he did.
You didn’t think it was possible to feel this full.
Your leg was slung high over Rin’s shoulder, your hips tilted just right so he could drive into you again and again, harder each time, deeper—too deep. He loomed over you, hair damp with sweat, jaw clenched tight, eyes locked on the obscene way your stomach arched beneath him.
And his hand—his fucking hand—was pressed right on your lower belly, thumb rubbing lazy, taunting circles where the outline of him bulged against your skin.
“Feel that, baby?” he growled, voice ragged and low, his thrusts sharp and punishing. “That’s me. All the way in your guts.”
You whimpered, your hands scrambling for something—his arm, the sheets, anything to ground you while he ruined you from the inside out.
“Too deep, Rin—” you choked, voice cracking as another thrust made your body jolt, the stretch burning so good it bordered on pain.
“You can take it,” he snapped, but his voice softened right at the edges. “You will take it. You don’t get to act like a brat and not take your punishment, sweetheart.”
His pace never faltered. Every stroke hit deep, right where it hurt—where it ached—dragging along your walls with devastating precision. He kept his hand pressed firm to your tummy, pushing down just a little harder, like he wanted to feel every inch of himself buried inside you.
“You’re so fucking small,” he hissed, hips stuttering from how tight you were. “Squeezing me like you’re trying to keep me in—”
“Too big—” you gasped, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes, your voice wrecked. “Rin, I c-can’t—!”
“Yes, you can,” he growled, bending lower, his chest brushing yours, one hand still on your stomach, the other gripping your thigh to keep it pinned open. “You love how it hurts. You love how I stretch this tiny pussy out, don’t you?”
You were already close—your body twitching, every muscle pulled tight, that unbearable pressure curling deep in your core. Every thrust pushed you closer, every grind of his hips sent sparks up your spine.
“Fucking look at yourself,” he snarled, pulling back just enough to glance down between your bodies. “You’re taking me all the way—so deep I can see it in your stomach. You’re made for this.”
“Rin—please—I’m—!” you gasped, voice breaking as your climax snapped through you like a live wire.
Your back arched, mouth falling open in a silent cry, your whole body shaking violently beneath him. The orgasm hit so hard it was almost unbearable—so intense it blurred into pain, then into desperate pleasure again.
“That’s it, baby,” Rin groaned, his thrusts growing erratic, deeper—messier. “Cum for me. Fuck, you’re milking my cock—”
And then he was right there with you.
With one final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, pressing down on your tummy even harder as his hips stilled and he let out a broken moan.
“Fuck—gonna fill you up, sweetheart. Take it. Take all of it.”
You felt the heat of it spill inside you, thick and warm—Rin pulsing deep within you, twitching as he came hard, stuffing you full. Your body was still fluttering around him, raw and overstimulated, your leg trembling where it was still hooked on his shoulder.
He stayed like that—buried in you, panting against your cheek, his hand splayed possessively over the bulge in your belly, where he could still feel himself inside.
“You’re mine,” he muttered, voice soft now, lips brushing your jaw. “No one else gets to touch you like this. Not Sae. Not anyone. Just me.”
You could barely breathe, tears drying on your cheeks, your heart racing like it was trying to leap out of your chest. But you nodded, dazed and full and so far gone in him you didn’t know where you ended and Rin began.
He pressed a kiss to your temple, still panting.
“…God, I love ruining you.”
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a/n : thanks for reading.. it’s kinda short but I hope I did well !
⋆. after rin’s perfect goal, you cheerfully lift his jersey with a giggle—leaving him stunned and smitten.
⊹ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ suggestive · fem!reader · sfw · public teasing · flashing · flustered!rin · no bra · established relationship · fluff · titty flash wuhoo
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It was a perfect shot.
A ruthless curve, clean contact—the ball hit the back of the net with a satisfying thud that sent the stadium into an uproar. Cheers exploded around the field, fans screaming Rin’s name, teammates rushing toward him.
But Rin? Rin only looked at you.
You were waiting just off the sidelines, bouncing on your toes, absolutely glowing with excitement. His oversized jersey hung loosely on your frame—number 11, Itoshi printed bold on the back—and your grin was so bright it made the autumn sun feel dull.
You threw your hands in the air and laughed, loud and delighted, like he’d just pulled the best prank in the world instead of scoring a game-winning goal.
And then—Still giggling, you grabbed the hem of the jersey and yanked it up with both hands.
Just for a second. Just enough. And No bra underneath.
Rin saw the soft curve of your breasts, the tease of skin, nipples perked from the breeze—gone as fast as it appeared, swallowed by the fabric and your laughter and the chaos around him.
His heart stopped. He blinked. Hard.
Did you just—?
Yes. Yes, you did.
You winked, as if to say, Good shot, superstar. Here’s your reward.
He stood frozen in place while teammates clapped his shoulders and yelled in his ear. He barely registered any of it. His brain short-circuited the second you lifted that damn jersey, and now all he could think about was the fact that you weren’t wearing anything underneath it.
His jersey, No bra and all that In public.
Laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world.
You gave him one last cheeky smile, totally unbothered, before pretending like nothing happened—just clapping along with the rest of the crowd like an innocent little fan.
Rin dragged a hand down his face, hiding the way his mouth twitched. His ears were red. So was the back of his neck. His pulse? Absolutely fucked—except for the twitch at the corner of his mouth. That tiny, dangerous grin.
You were going to kill him.
And yet, somehow, he knew this was very much on purpose.
because in the end, you are his little girlfriend.
hai could i request itoshi rin x reader smut where rin is older than reader and guides them through their first time... i loveyour writing btw
⸝⸝ ＃┆ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓! ⎯ 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍
summary: You and Rin finally take the step of becoming intimate for the first time. It’s your first time ever, and Rin makes sure it’s everything you need — emotional, tender, and deeply connective. Rin guides you through the experience with care, praise, and restraint, showing you that intimacy can be safe, slow, and beautiful.
warnings: nsfw, Praise, First Time (reader), Emotional intimacy, Softdom!Rin, Reader vulnerability, insecurity (handled gently), Creampie (with condom), Aftercare.
wc: 2.1k words.
anon: thanks for the request! I tried my best to— writing first times isn’t rlly my thing.
Rin turned, dropping his keys into the tray. His eyes found yours immediately, blue and sharp — the kind that always made your breath hitch. But tonight, there was something softer beneath them. Gentler. He stepped closer, his hand brushing the side of your arm, grounding you with just that.
“You sure?” he asked lowly.
You nodded. “I want this. With you.”
His jaw tensed just a little. He always did that when he was holding back something — intensity, emotion, need. “I’m not rushing you.”
“I know,” you whispered, stepping closer, resting your hand on his chest. His heartbeat was steady. Comforting. Rin had always been your safe place. “I’ve been thinking about it… I want you.”
He kissed you then, slow and deliberate. Not rushed, not greedy. Just warm lips pressed against yours, his hands cupping your face as if you were something fragile. And maybe you were. This was your first time, and Rin had known from the beginning. He never pushed. Never asked.
But tonight, your body leaned into him, seeking. Wanting.
When he pulled away, his breath was shaky. “Bedroom?” he asked softly.
You nodded, letting him take your hand.
The room was dim, lit only by the soft lamp on the bedside table. Rin’s bed was made — neat like everything else in his life — but it felt inviting in a way that made your stomach twist with nerves and excitement.
Rin stood in front of you, fingers brushing your cheek again. “If anything feels off, tell me. We stop, no matter what.”
“I trust you, Rin.”
His gaze softened more. “I know.”
He kissed you again, deeper this time. His hands moved carefully — your waist, your back — pulling you close. When his fingers dipped beneath the hem of your shirt, he paused.
“Okay?”
You swallowed and nodded, lifting your arms so he could pull it off. His eyes didn’t roam. They didn’t leer. He looked at you like you were art — something to admire and respect. “Beautiful,” he murmured, almost to himself.
He let you do the same to him, peeling off his hoodie, his shirt. His body was lean and sculpted — a product of his training — but his focus was entirely on you. Every time your hands trembled, he kissed them. Every time you hesitated, he paused.
When he laid you down on the bed, he moved over you slowly, bracing his weight so he didn’t overwhelm you. You felt bare already, even with most of your clothes still on.
“You’re doing so good,” he whispered into your neck, kissing his way down. “You don’t have to do anything tonight but feel.”
Your cheeks burned. “I… I’m nervous.”
“I know,” he said. “That’s okay.” His lips brushed your collarbone. “I’ll take care of you.”
His fingers unfastened your bra, slow and careful. When it came off, his mouth didn’t even move for a moment. He just looked at you, eyes dark with something between awe and hunger. “God,” he exhaled. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
He kissed down your chest, every movement purposeful. Not rushing. He explored you like he was learning a map — lips tracing the curve of your breast, tongue flicking over your nipple before drawing it gently into his mouth. Your back arched, breath catching, fingers gripping his hair.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “Let me hear you.”
Your hips shifted beneath him, thighs pressing together involuntarily. He noticed. He always noticed.
His hand drifted lower, slipping under the waistband of your underwear but stopping just at the edge.
“Still okay?”
“Yes,” you said, voice breathy.
He kissed your lips again, distracting you while his hand slipped further. When his fingers touched you — warm, calloused, gentle — your hips jerked.
“Sensitive,” he murmured with a small smile. “Good.”
His touch was slow, just grazing, testing. When he found your clit, he circled it softly, watching your face for every twitch and gasp.
“You’re already so wet,” he said, voice low, almost reverent. “All for me, huh?”
You nodded, moaning softly as he stroked you.
When he slipped a finger inside, it was with care. He moved slow, giving your body time, watching you like you were the most important thing in the world.
“Doing perfect,” he whispered. “God, you feel good.”
You could barely think — pleasure curling low and hot in your stomach, unfamiliar but so good. He added another finger, scissoring gently, stretching you.
“Rin—” you gasped, overwhelmed but wanting more.
“I’ve got you,” he said, kissing you again. “I’ll stop whenever you say. But I think you’re ready.”
He pulled back just enough to shed his last pieces of clothing, and your eyes went wide when you saw him fully. Your breath caught in your throat.
Rin leaned in again, voice soft but commanding. “Breathe. It’s okay.”
You nodded, trying to relax.
He reached over for a condom, rolled it on, then returned to you, pressing his forehead to yours. “I’ll go slow. Tell me if it’s too much.”
You wrapped your arms around him, trying to steady yourself. “I want you.”
His hips met yours gently as he pushed in — just the tip, just enough to make your eyes widen. He paused immediately, giving you time.
You whimpered, the stretch intense. “It’s… a lot.”
“I know,” he murmured. “You’re doing so well.”
He kissed your cheeks, your jaw, your mouth. Every inch he moved was patient, giving you time to adjust. When he was finally fully inside you, he stopped completely, forehead resting against your shoulder, breathing shakily.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You feel so good… so tight.”
You held him close, still adjusting, overwhelmed by the fullness. But slowly, the discomfort faded, replaced by something hotter, more electric.
“You can move,” you whispered.
His hips rolled slowly, carefully. The stretch still lingered, but the way his body moved against yours, the way his lips whispered praise into your ear, made it easier.
“You’re perfect,” he said, voice hoarse. “So good for me. Taking me so well.”
You gasped as his thrusts grew slightly deeper, the friction sending sparks up your spine.
“You’re shaking,” he murmured, kissing your tears before they could fall. “I’ve got you.”
And he did. Every movement was deliberate — his hands gripping your hips, his mouth exploring your skin, his rhythm tuned to your gasps and moans. You felt undone, body alive with new sensation.
When his thumb returned to your clit, the pleasure became overwhelming. Your body writhed beneath him, heat coiling in your gut.
You shattered beneath him, crying out as waves of pleasure overtook you. Your body clenched around him, and Rin groaned low, hips stuttering as he chased his own release.
With a final thrust, he came with a strained moan, burying his face in your neck, holding you tightly as he spilled into the condom.
Silence settled for a moment — just the sound of your breathing, tangled bodies in the afterglow.
Rin slowly pulled out, discarding the condom before returning immediately to you. He pulled the sheets over both of you, arms curling around your frame protectively.
“You okay?” he whispered.
You nodded, still dazed. “That was… incredible.”
He kissed your forehead. “You were incredible.”
Your fingers curled around his. “Thank you… for being gentle. For making it feel so safe.”
He looked at you then, all sharp edges softened by love. “I would never do anything else. You’re mine — and I’ll always take care of you.”
← BLLK ┆ NAVI →
a/n : thanks for reading.. i can’t write first times well in sorrryyyyy
･῾ ᵎ kinktober #03 ⋆ „a filthy, water-drenched shower fuck against the wall with rin itoshi“
⊹ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ nsfw · shower sex · fem!reader · praise · dom!rin · lifted against wall sex · everything is wet · creampie · overstimulation · dirty talk · messy & soaked · degradation
˓ × ˒ 1.1k
The bathroom fills with steam the second you twist the knob.
You barely get the temperature right before Rin’s behind you, fingers slipping under your shirt, peeling it off like it offended him. His mouth is hot on your neck, wetter than the water hitting your chest now, and you don’t even flinch when your back hits the cold tile.
“You sure you can take it here?” he murmurs against your skin, hand already sliding between your thighs. “On this wall, with water running down your body and my cock in your guts?”
You blink up at him, smirking as the shower pours down on both of you, soaking his hair, plastering yours to your face. “Try me.“
He doesn’t hesitate. Never does.
In seconds, your legs are around his waist and your back hits the wall with a slick, wet thud. You slip, gasp, but he’s already caught you—strong arms under your thighs, holding you up like it’s the only thing that matters.
The water crashes down from above, a steaming cascade that runs over your shoulders, your breasts, down your stomach, soaking where you’re already dripping for him. Rin’s eyes darken at the sight.
“Fuck… look at you,” he mutters, rutting against your soaked slit. “So wet, I can’t even tell where the water ends and your pussy begins.”
You moan as his cock glides through your folds, pressure building with every pass.
“Then stop teasing and find out.” His lips curl—not a smile. A warning. “Don’t beg unless you mean it.”
“I do,” you pant, writhing in his grip. “Rin—please. I want to feel it. I want you to fuck me until I can’t tell if the water or your cum is dripping out of me.”
That does it.
He slams into you with one deep, wet thrust—the kind that makes your mouth fall open but nothing comes out. Just a choked moan, swallowed by the spray and the sound of skin slapping on wet skin.
The shower becomes part of him. The sound of it pounding into tile mirrors his thrusts—fast, brutal, constant. His body shines under the water, muscles flexing with every slam of his hips, water rolling down his abs and soaking the spot where your bodies meet.
Your slick, your cream, his pre—everything mixes, gets washed down your thighs, only to be replaced as he fucks you harder.
“You hear that?” he grits out. “Not the water—the way you’re dripping all over me. You’re so fucking wet I can feel it leaking past my cock every time I push in.”
Your nails rake down his back, lips parted, eyes half-lidded. “I can’t—can’t even hold onto you, fuck—too slippery—”
“That’s the point.” He bites down on your shoulder, hard. “You can’t run. You can’t hide. You’re just gonna take it. Let me fuck you till the water goes cold.”
The sensation is overwhelming—hot water on your front, cold tile on your back, his cock splitting you open with bruising force. Every time you try to shift, he pins you harder, until you’re moaning through clenched teeth, hips jerking in time with his.
“I feel everything,” you cry out. “Every vein, every inch—fuck, Rin, you’re so deep—”
He’s growling now, close to losing it. His grip on your thighs is punishing, the wet slap of his hips against yours echoing louder than the water now.
“You wanna come like this?” he snarls, one hand moving to rub your clit in tight, wet circles. “Wanna cream all over my cock while I’m holding you up like my personal fucktoy?”
“Yes—yes, I want it, I want to come all over you—”
“Then do it,” he commands. “Come for me. Right here, under the water, against the wall. Let me feel you clench around me like you were made for this.”
And you do. It hits like a flood—everything tightens, your body spasms, your moan breaks into pieces as your cunt pulses around him, fluttering, wet and messy. He fucks you through it, never slowing, chasing his own release with teeth clenched and eyes locked on your ruined face.
“Take it,” he groans, thrusting hard. “Fucking take it—”
You scream when he comes, buried deep inside, his hips grinding against yours as you feel it pump into you, thick and warm, mixing with everything else inside you and immediately beginning to leak out.
The water keeps pouring, but none of it washes away the mess you’ve made together.
He stays there, cock still inside, chest pressed to yours, both of you breathing like animals. The tile behind you is slick, your thighs ache from the position, and you’re both trembling.
Rin leans in, tongue tracing a droplet of water off your collarbone.
