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rin’s unimpressed that you’re drunk, but he didn’t expect it to make you such a romantic — ブルーロック

“riiiinnnieee!” you call out, your voice shaky with liquor.

you toed off your shoes lazily, shutting the front door behind you with a loopy grace. your heart hammered against your chest with every clumsy step you took.

rin leaned against the kitchen island, arms crossed with his unamused gaze following your movement.

“rin!” you beam, losing your breath just from seeing him.

you quickly reach over to him to close the space, throwing your arms over around his neck and inhaling his scent.

“you’re drunk. you reek of alcohol,” he muttered, keeping his arms crossed.

“m’not drunk. just so . . . happy to see you,” you murmur contently against him, the vibrations of your purring tone traveling past the fabric of his shirt.

rin stilled, his mind momentarily shutting off from your words. his cheeks betrayed him, fading into a peachy pink. logically this was just the alcohol talking, since you were clearly drunk. but rin couldn’t help but get a little flustered.

“. . . and you smell soooo goooddd. like— all the time.” you paused to slightly pull back from him, looking up at him. “it’s like i’m dating a prince.”

rin’s eyes flickered with every beat of his heart — that had only kept quickening and quickening. with your syrupy tone and heavy-lidded gaze. . . not to mention your words that were as sweet as sugar. . . rin’s face was heating up. and up. and up. . .

“prince . . .” he repeated quietly, hung up on your use of words.

“priiince! and i’m your princess,” you grinned. “we’re in a fairytale!”

“ugh. you’re too sappy,” he groaned.

you reached a hand up, booping his nose with your pointer finger. “d’wanna be anything else. not when you’re here with me.”

rin blinked, his brows tensing and his eyes glittering with a feeling he wasn’t able to describe — maybe handle, either.

“. . . you’re ridiculous,” he muttered.

“‘cause you’re too cute. i can’t even think straight when i look at you,” you giggle.

“m’not cute,” he frowned, offended from your wording.

your grin widened, the corners of your drunken eyes crinkling with amusement. “okay. handsome, then.”

rin’s face slightly relaxed, though a red stain still blanketed his plush skin. he averted his gaze from your face, looking a little over your shoulder.

“whatever. . . thanks.” he paused for a moment. then, he said, although awkwardly, “. . .you’re . . . pretty.”

you smile, leaning more into him and giving him a quick peck on the lips. “thank you.”

“mhm,” he mumbled.

— ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

၊၊||၊ ♪⊹ - pretty boy by the neighborhood

a//n draft pull and its rin itoshi ofc

Testing if the blue lock boys melt into your kiss

where they stood still with their arms outstretched as you stepped closer, determined to see if they will melt into your kiss.

ft. isagi, nagi, sae, rin, kaiser.

ISAGI YOICHI.

He's already standing as you directed him to. Smiling nervously, ears already turning pink.

"Okay, so I just stand here? This is… okay."

You step in closing the space , your mouth meets his, tongue sliding past his lips, and the noise he makes is half gasp, half groan. His arms drop instantly, one hand fisting the back of your shirt, the other cupping your jaw, and he kisses you back with raw hunger. The kiss deepens as his knees go weak and he simply sinks. He pulls you down with him, dropping to his knees and taking you into his lap. His hands are everywhere your waist, your thighs, your face like he needs to feel all of you at once. He’s kneeling on the floor with you straddling him, a moan spilling into your mouth when your fingers thread into his hair.

He breaks the kiss just enough to gasp against your lips.

“I..yeah. I melted. On the floor. You win.”

His arms are now embracing you and he has no intention of letting you go anytime soon.

NAGI SEISHIRO

His arms are out, but they’re already drooping, and he’s staring at you with a lazy look.

“This is such a pain. My arms are going to fall out"

You kiss him. Deep, before he could take his long lazy sigh. There’s a pause a blink and then something shifts. His arms drop and suddenly he’s locked in. His hands grip your waist, and with zero effort, he lifts you. Your legs wrap around him instinctively, ankles locking at his back, and he holds you up like you weigh nothing. His mouth never leaves yours. The kiss turns slow, consuming, tongue sliding against yours, exploring every angle as he carries you a few steps without breaking the kiss. One hand across your back, the other under your thigh.

He pulls back to whisper against your lips.

“Mm. That was worth the effort.”

ITOSHI SAE

His arms are extended but his is face is still unreadable, his eyes are fixed on you with a intensity.

“You’re aware this is absurd. Count me out.”

You grab the front of his jacket, pull him down, and kiss him like you’re trying to crack ice. Tongue against his, demanding. His arms lower slowly, deliberately, his hands on your waist which then slide lower. He pulls your hips against him, fingers pressing in with quiet ownership, and then he bends you. One hand on your back, the other tilting your head back as he deepens the kiss. He leans over you, bending you backward in his arms like you’re surrendering to gravity and he’s the only thing holding you up. He breaks the kiss with his lips still brushing yours.

“You melted. I simply....accommodate”

But his hand trembles against your back, and he doesn’t let you go.

ITOSHI RIN

His arms are out but he looks as if he's dying, fists already clenched, jaw so tight the muscle jumps. He won’t look at you.

“Just get it done already.”

You kiss him with teeth and tongue. His arms snap down, hands grabbing you , one fisting your hair, the other gripping your thigh and before you can process it, he’s lifted you onto the nearest surface. A table. A desk. You don’t know. You don’t care. He steps between your legs, your thighs bracket his hips, and he kisses you. Tongue sliding against yours, messy and desperate, teeth dragging on your lower lip. He cages you in, hands planted on the surface on either side of your hips, leaning over you, body pressing you down until you’re half-lying back and he’s bent over you, devouring you like the beast he is.

He tears his mouth away, panting, forehead pressed to your collarbone. "…This is your fault."

And yet he is still clinging to you.

MICHAEL KAISER

He's standing like he's posing, grinning looking down at you.

"You're actually thinking i'll react. Adorable."

He's still grinning when you step forward. He's still grinning when you put your hands on his chest. And he's still grinning, just barely, when you press your lips to his.

Soft. That's what breaks him. Your mouth moves against his with a tenderness he doesn't know how to defend against, and the grin dies. For three heartbeats he doesn't kiss back. He just takes it the gentleness, the care.

However, he can't let you see that you've undone him with a soft kiss. So he spun you around. Your palms meet the nearest wall, then he's behind you. One hand finds your thigh, thumb stroking a slow, soothing circle. The other slides up the curve of your spine, tracing every with a gentleness that contradicts everything he's about to do. His fingers reach your jaw. He grips it firm and turns your head to the side to kiss you.

It's devastating. His mouth slants over yours from behind, tongue sweeping in with desperation, and this angle means you can't kiss him back you can only take it. He sets the pace with his tongue, as he also gently strokes your thigh and back. The contrast is maddening.

When he finally breaks the kiss, his lips drag along your jaw to your ear.

"…Don't turn around yet. I'm not done falling.

જ⁀➴ After a long day on the field, Rin finds his way back to the place that feels most like home ♡

˚₊‧꒰ა The apartment was quiet with a faint sound of the television playing in the background. Curled up on the couch with a blanket draped over your legs, you absentmindedly scrolled through your phone while waiting for RIN ITOSHI to get home from his match.

The front door clicked open. You barely had time to look up from the couch.

"Welcome ho—"

The rest of your sentence dissolved into a startled laugh as his weight sank into the sofa with you.

One arm slipped around your waist while his head found its way to your chest, settling there. His cheek pressed against you, hair brushing your chin as he practically melted into your side.

It was less of a hug and more of a complete surrender. For a second, you suddenly wondered if something had happened during the match.

"Tough match?"

Then he let out a muffled groan.

"...Just tired."

"Oh."

His grip tightened slightly around your waist as he shifted closer, pressing his face further into your chest. The movement seemed entirely unconscious, like his body had simply decided that after spending the entire day running, fighting, and finding new reasons to be annoyed at Isagi, his body had automatically sought out the place where it could finally rest.

You smiled softly and threaded your fingers through his hair, earning a quiet hum in response.

Almost immediately, the tension in his shoulders eased beneath your touch, and little by little, the sharp edges he carried so naturally began to disappear. And before long, Rin had his eyes closed, content to let himself rest in the warmth of your embrace.

"...How was your day?"

You blinked.

The question caught you off guard; even clearly half asleep and exhausted, he was still asking about your day.

"…It was okay," you said softly. "I went grocery shopping. But the cashier accidentally charged me twice! Unbelievable. Do you know what I was going to do with that money? I was gonna buy that game I told you about."

"...Mm."

"And the neighbor's dog escaped again."

"...Idiot dog."

You laughed. Then you continued rambling about random little things that didn't really matter and everything in between. At some point, his hums faded away entirely, and when you glanced down, you realized his eyes had been closed for several minutes.

"...Rin?"

There was no response. Looking down, you found him fast asleep, and the sight drew a soft smile from you, and without thinking, you leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his hair.

"Good night, Rin."

Outside, the city continued moving, its lights glowing beyond the apartment windows. Inside, however, everything felt quiet. Rin slept through it all, secure in the feeling of home he always found in your arms.

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Moe Moe Kyun!

synopsis: bllk boys finding out you work at a maid cafe

based on this request!

cast: isagi, bachira, rin, sae, nagi, reo, chigiri, shidou, kaiser, ness

fem!reader, crack smau,slightly (?) suggestive on sae, shidou, kaiser, & ness, established relationship

part II

Yoichi Isagi

Meguru Bachira

Rin Itoshi

Sae Itoshi

Seishiro Nagi

Reo Mikage

Hyoma Chigiri

Ryusei Shidou

Michael Kaiser

Alexis Ness

a/n: ok i'm kind of disappointed i couldn't get to pt.2 for this one and the last one because i cannot do smaus for almost two weeks but i will do them when i can again PROMISEE anyway this request was so fun and cute lol anyway, going on a smau hiatus. stay safe everyone and again love the support sososo muchisimoo!

#a tight squeeze | creampie

"You are too tight", those were the first words Rin growled into your ear after he had slipped into you. "Are you even horny right now?"

You whined at his dismissive tone as if he was annoyed you weren't as much into it as he was. "Yes, Rinnie, look I am so wet" His hand went down grazing your lip with his finger and it came back dripping.

Somehow he still didn't seem happy, eyebrows furrowed into a frown. "This doesn't make any sense" "It's alright, baby, you're like really hot so I am super turned on"

You could see a blush - the perfect pink shade - appearing on his grumpy face. He eventually started moving his hips, but it were soft grinds against your twitching lower body, because everything else would've made him cum in an instant. And even the grinding had him already pathetically groaning and whimpering into your ear.

After a while he also started thrusting into you and thank god his head was buried in the crook of your neck, because Rin did not want you to see how his eyes rolled back at the sensation of you clamping down on him. He closed his eyes feeling every drag of his veins cock along your walls.

You being so damn wet, that it even coated his thighs, did not make it any better. Everything was so hot and slippery and everytime his bruised tip hit something inside you, it felt like a wave of shock through his whole body.

Rin actually lasted way longer than he had expected, now lazily thrusting into your cunt, angling his hips to hit that spot that made you whimper and dig your nails into his broad back.

"Rinnie, I am cumming" He didn't think much of it at first, you'd cum and after he'd finish as well, but holy shit.

You clamped the shit down at him, milking everything out of him so bad it had his bottom lip stuttering, his balls twitching and him subconsciously pressing his hips flush against yours not leaving any space between your cervix, feeling the cum sprut out of him into your warm womb.

rin says he’s on a diet, but eats when you feed him

while you were walking to the studio for your pottery painting date, the heat was starting to get to you. "rin! rinnie! can we get a sundae? i'm craving something cold and sweet." you asked.

"alright, but only get one. i'm not going to eat." "okay!" after rin bought you a sundae, you continued your journey to the date 's destination. the red color on rin's face grew by the minute, and it didn't go unnoticed. "dude, are you alright? you're really red." "i'm not dude," he pouted. he was about to say something more but all he could focus on was the sundae you were holding. he couldn't. he shouldn't. he's not allowed to eat sweets. when you put a scoop of your sundae in front of his face, he didn't hesitate to put it in his mouth. when the cool dessert melts in his mouth, he felt a wave of calm throughout his whole body. "yummy?" you asked. "mhm, but not good. that will be the last time i'm letting myself have a cheat meal." he grumbled, mad that he let the temptations get to him.

it was not the last time he let himself have a cheat meal, because while he was very disciplined about his diet, he forgot to factor in one thing. you. "baby, i'm sorry but i can't eat this." he says, looking at the plate with a slice of pizza on it. "i'll get sluggish if i eat this before training."

"but i did all this work to cook it." you said sadly, trying to show him the effort you did to make the food. rin gives you a slight side eye. "you mean put it in the oven? it's frozen pizza." "ok, you caught me. who even has the time to make pizza from scratch an hour before your training starts." you confessed. it's true, who even has time to make food and then go training in an hour. traffic jams are no joke.

"it's okay. i'll just make something after training finishes." he replied. you grab the pizza by the dough and feed it to him. "say "ahh,' rinnie." he took one bite and chewed the food angrily. he wasn't angry at you, why would he ever get mad at you. it was this stupid pizza's fault, why did it have to be offered by his lover? it made it 100 times more appealing than it should have been.

"darling, i'm making the food from now on." he advised. "and it's not because you heated up box pizza. i just want to take care of our diets from now on. i will make it delicious, i promise." "alright, i trust you."

(he eats from your spoon of cheat food when you’re distracted)

just me talking: i lowkey found it cute when i was watching: try not to eat miraculuous ladybug foods... yeahhhhh.

steal or ai = no. bad. don't be evil

loving you comes easily for rin itoshi, but… showing it is another conversation.

“do you want to go on a date tomorrow?”

you perk up from his chest, almost flinching. “um… did you say something?” you ask, brows furrowed.

rin looks away, angling his face—not fully to the point where you’d point it out, but just enough for you to not see the hint of red decorating his cheeks… or so he thought, anyway.

“are you blushing?” you ask, giggling as you turn to face him fully, sitting up slightly.

“you always said i should work on my intimacy issues so…” he mutters, suddenly feeling bashful as he gulps.

“yeah, because i feel like i’m just a glorified friend of yours, not a girlfriend. i mean, you never do anything romantic!”

“that’s not true…” he says, voice low yet defensive as he finally meets your gaze.

“oh yeah?”

rin takes your hand with no hesitation and presses it against his chest, directly on top of where his heart lies. “any time we cuddle, i match my breathing patterns to yours.”

“you’re adorable, but that’s not exactly romantic,” you giggle, completely forgetting one thing— rin is nothing if not argumentative.

“i’ve memorized your sleeping schedule, your cycles, your breathing patterns. i know you take shorter breaths when it’s hot, or when you’re anxious. do you even know that about yourself?”

“okay, sassy man apocalypse patient zero, but it’s not exactly like that’s a significant thing to know,” you retort.

rin furrows his brows, almost pouting as he scowls at you. “i carry tissues all the time because i know you hate eating with your lip products on. i turn the a/c on higher than necessary because i know you like staying under the covers, even if it’s hot. i always put your shoes on top of the shoe rack while you’re getting ready because i know you hate looking for it,” he says, “significant enough for you?”

when you were five, you stole rin’s soccer ball.

you had no malicious intention, really. but rin didn’t realize that and ended up saying some nasty things (“you’re a stupid and annoying poo-head!”) to you, which ended up had you sobbing while you explained that you were really just cleaning the ball because of the grime and dirt on it. rin ended up feeling bad and buying you an ice cream.

when you were eight, you stole rin’s glances.

he was always looking at you, and even when he was supposed to look somewhere else, his eyes stayed on you. like a moth drawn to a flame, he followed you around. he hid when he got shy, blushed when he got caught, and smiled when you talked to him. the reason for it was simple: he realized that you were pretty and nice, and so he liked you.

when you were eleven, you stole rin’s breath.

when he looked at you, his heart would quicken, he would go red, and he almost stopped breathing every time. he always found his heart skipping a beat and his breath quickening to the point where they were non-existent whenever you smiled. he didn’t understand it, it was weird. he wanted to ask sae about it, but he had already left for spain, so rin just assumed he was sick.

when you were fourteen, you stole rin’s first kiss.

it was just experimental; you had seen so many other classmates have their first kiss, and you had to admit that you felt a bit jealous. you wanted to have your first kiss too, but you wanted to save it for someone special. rin, not wanting to see you upset, awkwardly muttered that he was fine with kissing you. he didn’t know how to word it correctly, but it ended up okay in the end. you were both inexperienced and didn’t know how to kiss properly, but it was only a short and soft kiss after all.

when you were seventeen, you stole rin’s heart.

at this point, with the (unwanted) advice from stupid isagi and bachira, rin finally realized that he fell deep down the rabbit hole of being in love. his heart felt like exploding when you touched him, even if it was something as ridiculous as your fingers brushing accidentally. whenever he sees you, in all your ethereal glory, cheering for him in a game, he feels like he can score 50 more goals. the media had never seen the cold and calculating itoshi rin act like this, although the paparazzi and journalists enjoy every moment of his soft look whenever his eyes land on you.

when you were twenty, you stole rin’s virginity.

self explanatory, although rin was surprised he ever got it taken in the first place. it was an awkward first time for the both of you, and although you both had little to no idea of how the hell you do it, you both pulled through. after the session, rin only seemed to fall for you even more. even after he turned into this cold and rude soccer obsessed person, you never left him, and now you’re here, in front of him, sleeping softly in his arms after doing the most intimate things two humans can do with each other.

when you were twenty-three, you stole rin’s last name.

it was a day of tears, love, and eternality. rin’s eyes gleamed with tears when he saw you in that snow white dress, looking like the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen and ever will see. hearing someone call you by his last name, seeing you laugh and talk with his mother, seeing you holding a pastel bouquet of flowers while walking to him, they were all rin’s dream aside from winning the world cup. the shared kiss had much more experience and passion than the one from nine years ago, and you almost cried knowing just that.

finally, when you were twenty-six, you stole rin’s genetics.

okay, maybe you didn’t. he sort of gave it to you in a way…but your kids sure stole his genetics. bright teal eyes, exceptionally long underlashes, and an undeniable passion for soccer. even at 3 months old, your daughter can’t sleep without holding a soccer ball. rin has never been happier, his soccer career at it’s peak, being with his beautiful wife and daughter, and not heaving to worry about you stealing everything else, because you had already stolen everything from him.

and rin prefers it that way.