❝AND WHEN YOU'RE BLUE,
I'M RED, I WANNA
KISS YOUR NECK AND
MAKE YOU PURPLE ALL OVER❜
RIN ITOSHI IS A GREAT KISSER
song: pink bubblegum, lavi kou.
cw: make out, friends kissing, cliche purple tongues man, hahapraisehaha nothing too graphic.. he does spit in your mouf tho and heavy petting (???? idk a better wrd/term). afab/fem!reader. second person pov, but mentions of boobs.
it wasn't rare for you and rin to sneak out—when your third year of high school felt too heavy. the two of you had been good friends for years, your persistence the only thing that managed for you to break through his walls. his message came as it usually did.
rinnie you up? i'm craving a slurpee
you ure so annoying. i'm coming down
he left the message on read as he always did, already standing outside of your house with his hoodie pulled up. the late hour continued to nip at any open skin. slipping into baggy sweatpants and rin's hoodie, you sneak out with ease.
you're mindful of the creaky floorboards, the doors that squeak, and the neighbors that lurk. by the time you get out, rin is already waiting outside, looking unbothered by the night's cold and focused entirely on his phone.
well, not entirely.
"finally," he huffs, tucking his phone into his pocket as he straightens up. "I nearly thought you fell back asleep."
"you probably would've just left me."
"probably."
you roll your eyes at his retort, a smile still on your features as you stand beside him. there's a slight breeze, nothing too intense, nothing that has you trembling.
after a few moments of walking to the nearest 7/11, your hands pat every pocket. your hoodie pocket, the ones at your sides in your sweatpants—nothing.
your stare barely meet rin's before he sighs.
"relax, i got it."
a reminder why you two are such good friends.
"i expected it anyway, broke ass."
at least for a moment.
"i'm not a fucking broke ass—"
he just steps ahead into the store, letting only the birds perched ahead judge you and your volume. feeling your jaw tighten in both annoyance and embarrassment, you follow after him, watching him get the red flavor.
"i have zero idea why you like the red one, the blue is superior"
"blue is basic, red also doesn't taste completely artificial."
"i don't know why you're complaining about the taste when you said you were craving it—"
"do you ever shut up?" he asks, yet there's a small smirk tugging on his features, amused. he caps the slurpee he made for you, leading as he heads towards the cashier.
the actual act of paying was easy and without any struggle. taking the drink and sticking your straw you, you slurp on the sweet drink. a nice treat despite the outrageous hour it currently was.
"thank you, rinnie," you mumble, swallowing whatever was in your mouth to bump shoulders with him.
he quietly hums, walking right beside you as he walks you home. he might've been an asshole, but he wasn't stupid enough to let you go back alone. the dim street lights don't provide much comfort, although, the constant presence of rin proves to be more of a balm than you thought.
nearing your familiar home, "wait, come in, lemme pay you back."
before he can shake his head, or dismiss your concerns, you're already tugging him along. he copies your careful steps, avoiding everything you do to ensure nobody catches either of you. walking towards your room at the very end of the hall, you slip in silently.
somehow, despite the taller man being both taller and heavier than you managed softer footsteps on your—interesting, right?
"where did i put my wallet..?" you murmur to yourself. setting aside your drink, sweat drips down the half-empty, paper cup, forming a ring around it.
rin's teal gaze trails after you, watching you fumble through your desk and all its compartments. your bag, and only a single ten yen coin slips out. rin smirks, sitting down on your mattress, staring at you.
"so it turns out.. i have zero idea where my wallet is.. haha.." you avert your eyes, awkward.
he was never the type to constantly demand payment for every little thing he bought you—however that didn't make you feel any less bad! yes, you teased rin about him spoiling you constantly, and whatever, but you always tried to pay him back or buy something else in return.
"you know you don't have to pay me back." he shrugs, quietly drinking his cherry red slurpee.
you frown, "i know, but i don't like.."
"me spoiling you?" he offers, setting aside his own drink on the nightstand. "if you want to pay me back so bad, then alright."
"i don't have any money.." you trail off, gesturing to your messy room.
"good thing i'm not asking for money," his voice is low, concentrated. like it was a limited source—and you thanked every entity that it wasn't. his voice was smooth in a way most guys in your grade weren't. it wasn't completely suave, not in the insincere manner.
the hand that once held his drink, reaching out to grab your chin, his eyes flitting around your features. he watches every reaction, how you wince slightly, how you hitch your breath due to his chilled fingers. before it finally stills on your parted lips, tinted a soft blue due to your drink.
he waits for a moment, searching for rejection, disgust, discomfort. and when he finds none? his head tilts, slowly pressing his own lips against yours. he moves in a slow motion.
it isn't rushed. meaningless. nor sloppy.
it's deliberate. passionate. and purposeful.
the tip of his tongue brushed your bottom lip, a silent request you would never deny. his free hand slides up your neck, to your hair, tangling into the soft locks and gently but firmly tugging.
a sweet gasp comes from you, and he takes that chance to deepen the kiss. if you had any misunderstandings about his intentions, they certainly melted from your brain. in fact, the only thing your brain could focus on for more than a fleeting moment was how he tasted, smelt, and moved in a rhythm the belied the times when he admitted he was inexperienced.
he pushes you down with control, settling between your legs to continue his ministrations. his hands remain where they are for a prolonged second, then the one gripping your chin slides down to rest on the curve of your waist. he squeezes the area, scoffing, "..perfect. so fucking perfect."
his mouth trails down your mouth kissing your chin and down your throat, lingering there to leave marks. ones your girl friends would certainly question.
"r-rin—!" you barely muffle your squeal when he bites down.
"that's not my name, say it correctly or i'll bite harder." his muffled words aren't a threat, they're more than that. it's an intentional warning.
"..rinnie.." you try again, slowly. tentatively.
he hums in acknowledgement, soothing the bite with a slow lap of his tongue. "..atta girl."
due to your limited focus, you completely forgot what you had initially called out to him for. so you just enjoy his attention, feeling the hand that once rested snugly on your waist goes beneath your—his?—hoodie, gently caressing the underside of your boob.
he tches, "braless in my hoodie.. could fuckin' tell when we went out. too cold for you, hm?"
your face remains warm, too warm that your room suddenly feels stuffy and suffocating.
when he detaches from your neck, you nearly tug him back down. already missing his scent and warmth despite him only pulling away for the briefest breath, and only inches away. moving his hand from your hair to your cheek, and the one beneath your hoodie comes up to cup your lower jaw, thumbing your plush bottom lip.
"open," he murmurs, observing your obedience. "so easy for me.."
his noted statement makes you want to scoff, maybe bite his thumb and storm out.. but you know better. and unfortunately, he does too.
he stares at your tongue now tinted a purple hue, that familiar lopsided smirk on his face, pressing his thumb in and against the wet muscle. gently pressing down, preventing you from closing your mouth, he leans in watching a fat glob of his saliva drip in your mouth.
pulling his thumb out, her shuts your lips for you.
"swallow."
his gaze takes in how your throat shifts due to the motion.
"good girl," he whispers, going back to your lips to continue kissing you until you were either kiss drunk, or you realized he was tired of being "just friends".
i do have a plan for a part 2 so yk if anyone wants it.. 👀 i also know japan doesn't have slurpees but come on.. also unedited haha