pretty boys who are used to getting hit on by girls every time they go out, so imagine their surprise when the pretty girl who kept looking at the two of you comes to hit on you instead !
featuring ; I.SAE, I.BUNNY, K.MICHAEL, V.HUGO
cw ; established relationship, full fluff, may be ooc
꧁ ITOSHI.SAE
"You still don’t know what you’re gonna take ?" Sae signed for what was probably the third time in the last fifteen minutes.
"Be quiet, you’re distracting me”
The restaurant was quiet. You could hear the clink of glasses from other tables. Your boyfriend was sat across from you looking pissed, with one arm on the table, turning his water glass in his hand. The lighting making his annoyed face even more clear.
"It’s been more than fifteen minutes since we’ve been sat, how come you still don’t know what you want to eat ?"
"I’m a little..distracted that’s all—but I know what I want now don’t worry !” You said happily, calling your server by waving your hand at her.
You had noticed people glancing at him,not that it was unusual ; Itoshi Sae attracted attention : pretty and famous it was no wonder people recognized him anytime you two were out together.
The server finally came to your table, greeting the two of you politely. She was a girl around your age, very cute to be honest. You caught her staring at Sae for a second longer than necessary, not that you weren’t used to it.
By the time you two finished eating she had stopped by your table multiples times — refilling your water, asking if everything tasted okay, making conversation with you. You assumed she was just being friendly to receive a good tip.
"Did you enjoy everything ?" She asked approaching your table to take your plates.
"Yeah it was really good thanks ! " You answered her question with a little enthusiasm.
She smiled hiding a small blush appearing on her cheeks. She then looked at you — not at Sae like you thought earlier but at you. Her fingers tightened slightly around the plates she just took from you, she definitely looked more shy than earlier.
"I really hope this doesn't come off as strange..." You blinked at her a little confused. "Hm ?"
She looked even more nervous. "I-I just think you're..really pretty." Hearing this, you let out a small laugh. "Thank you, you’re also really cute." Your remark made her blush even more.
She smiled back.. She didn't move then finally asked ; "Would it be okay if I gave you my number ?"
There was a silence — the awkward type. The question just hung there. You looked at her, she looked back at you and neither of you seemed to notice that Sae had gone still.
"Oh " you said softly. The girl looked mortified, embarrassment was the only thing she could feel. "Sorry ! I really didn’t want to make thing awkward.. was that too straightforward ?"
"No no it's just..." You glanced across the table. Sae was looking at the server who just hit on you while on a DATE with him, INFRONT of him.
You looked back at her. "I'm actually here with my boyfriend." You answered her while designing Sae with your hand. "Your…boyfriend?" "Her boyfriend yes."
You nodded agreeing to his words. She turned her head to look at him, you could see the shocking expression all over her face. "Oh."
The girl looked between the two of you after finally meeting your eyes again. "..Oh my gosh — I’m really sorry ! " You tried not to laugh at the once again uncomfortable face she was making.
The girl. Practically fled from the table letting a silence settling between the two of you.
You kept your gaze on your glass. Then your shoulders started shaking. Sae finally starting speaking. "Are you laughing ?"
You glanced up at him. "No.." He watched you after finally looking in the direction the server had disappeared.
You lost it a laugh escaped from your mouth. "What’s so funny ?" You shook your head. "Nothing."
He looked genuinely confused. "I don't understand what's funny." You looked at him, making your laugher even worse.
You took a breath. "You got ignored. The Itoshi Sae got ignored by a girl" He frowned slightly but still enough that you could see it. "You really were bothered."
"I'm not bothered." He said looking away briefly. "I know she was talking to you."
You laughed softly. "So you were paying attention." "Course I was." The answer came naturally. Your smile faded a little, though Sae seemed not to notice it .
His gaze settled on you once again. "You get hit on often ?" "Hmm.." You thought a little about it. "Sometimes but definitely not as much as you though." He let out a small hum of acknowledgement at what you just told him, making it seems as nothing.
You knew him well enough and it definitely wasn't nothing. You rested your chin in your hand. "Are you jealous?"
"No." He answered a little too fast—"I'm not jealous." "Then why do you care so much ?"
He didn't answer immediately but his eyes remained on you.
"I don't know." He continued with a calm voice.
You could tell he was starting to get embarrassed by the blush starting to form on his ears at that sigh you couldn’t help yourself but laugh a little. "Why are you making that face ?" "I’m not making any face !"
You reached across the table reaching for his hand . After a moment he placed his hand in yours. His fingers were warming yours. Then his fingers closed around your hand.
"So you really are jealous."
"..Shut up"
꧁ IGLESIAS.BUNNY
The place was tucked away in a corner of the town, a little place Bunny had found during his early days with the club. It was small and cozy with leather chairs with no one recognising him as it was mostly old people attending here.
He was sitting across from you, sleeves rolled up to his elbows dark eyes half-open because of the exhaustion that came from training until his legs gave out.
The two of you were talking when you noticed a shadow fell over the table.
Bunny’s posture changed when a girl stood over your table. She was tall and confident with eyeliner and a smirk. She was beautiful. In a way that made people nervous.
His hand slightly tightened around yours. He was used to fans coming up to him along with the autograph request, the photo and the nervous giggling.
"I'm sorry to interrupt " the girl said, her eyes fixed on you. "I had to come over. You're gorgeous."
Your boyfriend mouth hung open looking surprised.
The girl leaned down letting her hand touch your shoulder. "I'm Sofia. I was sitting there with my friends and I couldn't stop staring, are you single ?"
Bunny looked at you confusion and shock on his face. He looked like a rabbit caught in headlights. Quite the funny face he was making.
She continued by inviting you to have a drink with her and to exchange numbers while his grip on your hand got even tighter.
He was definitely not used to this, people did not hit on his girlfriend in front of him.
"Um.." you let out a small sound from your mouth, clearly embarrassed eyes switching between the two of them. Bunny face was priceless ; wide-eyed and indignant.
"Excuse me but— " Bunny started, his voice a little sharp, "We're together. Like dating, just the two of us."
She quickly side-eyed him before returning her gaze to you. "So... What do you say ?"
Bunny let out an exaggerated gasp, looking at you with wide pleading eyes.
"I’m really flattered but I’m not single..sorry." That girl was sadly the stubborn type as she decided to left her number on a napkin before leaving it in the table. "Well, if you ever change your mind you know where to find me ! " She said winking at you.
After she left, the atmosphere at your table was definitely unpleasant.
"No puedo creerlo." Bunny said in his mother tongue, staring at the napkin looking offended. "She wrote her number on a napkin, right in front of my salad, can you believe it ?"
"Don’t be jealous, I’m just that beautiful." At your words Bunny’s face softened.
"Can you blame me ? " he said, "I just... I'm not used to being the one watching people get excited when talking to you."
You kissed his knuckles. "You're the one who has me. I don't need anyone number because I already have you texting me every day."
"Now come on. Lets get out of here before she comes back."
Bunny quickly pulled you into his arm, kissing your forehead. He then picked up the napkin crumpled it and put it in his pocket. "I'm keeping this as proof that someone tried to steal you and failed."
You smiled. "You're impossible."
"You love me."
"I love your money more."
"Sucia mentirosa."
꧁ KAISER.MICHAEL
The art gallery was really full of itself.
Michael was totally into the art gallery as he thought it was amazing. This place had a certain vibe, with its sleek walls and fancy lighting that made the paintings look like a million bucks. But between you and me, he didn't really get the art and (according to him) he didn't need to. All that mattered was looking at the painting like some kind of connoisseur and enjoying the atmosphere. He was happy to just soak it all in, even if he didn't totally understand it.
As you walked along, he grasped your hand tightly making sure everyone around could see that you were together. He came to a halt in front of a vibrant painting, its canvas splattered with bold red and black colors.
"That sure look..original" "This is expressionism." he explained with gleaming eyes from excitement. "It's like a mix of chaos, violence, and passion all rolled into one."
He turned to face you a smile spreading across his face. "It reminds me of myself." he said, his voice low and thoughtful. The way he looked at you made you wonder what he meant by that statement.
Was he saying that he was a complex, passionate individual full of contradictions ?
Or was he implying that his life was a chaotic violent mess with moments of beauty and passion thrown in ?
You however did not think the painting was that great. "It looks like something a little kid would make"
Kaiser was upset that you didn't care for the painting, he actually thought you should be really impressed by it. "You're supposed to think this is amazing." he declared clearly expecting a different reaction from you.
You just told him that you were always impressed by how he could talk about nothing and make it sound important.
A woman then approached you, with elegance and refinement, like someone who would be right at home in this "beautiful" gallery. She suddenly gazed at you eyes sparkling with wonder.
"There's something truly special about you." She told you in a voice filled with conviction. "You seem to belong here, as if you're an integral part of the art itself." She paused, studying you intently, her eyes locked onto yours.
"It's as if you've been here before, like you're a part of this world, a world where creativity and beauty reign supreme." Her words were laced with a sense of curiosity, and you couldn't help but feel like she had her head a little too up in the cloud.
A certain someone did not like that this random woman was saying words like that to you. He stood up straight, tried to get her attention.. but she just kept looking at you.
She introduced herself as the owner of the art gallery before expressing her interest in featuring you in her upcoming show. "I think you'd be perfect for it !" She said sparkling with enthusiasm. "There's something about you that's really special : a certain presence that draws people in."
Kaiser didn't take too kindly to her idea of featuring you on her show. He took your arm putting you slightly behind him just enough to block your path. "She’s not going anywhere." he said with a firm voice.
"Well she should ! She definitely have the face I’m looking for." she said with a shrug.
You attempted to calm Kaiser as he started to looked a little more mad. Meanwhile, you turned to the owner and let her know that you weren't interested in being featured on her show.
Despite what you had just said, she handed you her card. "Take it, just in case you have a change of heart !" With that, she finally walked away, leaving you to think about your decision.
Kaiser was still fuming. He snatched Margot's card from you and shoved it in a trash can nearby. "She wants you to give her a call."
You simply shrugged your shoulders and muttered, "I guess so—" you were suddenly cut off by arm being wrapped tightly around you, pulling you in close.
You gently touched his face, fingers tracing the contours of his skin. "I'm not going anywhere." Your voice was firm and reassuring. "I choose you."
" You are my everything, I can’t lose you."
Your lips touched his, and for a brief moment, everything felt right. But then Kaiser pulled away, a smile spreading across his face.
"Let's get out of here. I need to be sure that you’re not running off with any art gallery owner" "wouldn’t dream of it"
"Sehr gut, meine Liebe."
꧁ HUGO.VIVIEN
Vivian really enjoyed being here. It wasn't because of the books though— he did read, but he preferred pages with no words on them. He found that they helped him think more clearly, without any distractions. What he liked most, was that nobody bothered him. Everyone was busy doing their own thing, just as they should be, and that suited Vivian just fine. He could finally have some peace and quiet, and that's all he really needed.
You sat across from him with an open notebook, scratching on paper. He watched you for a moment, just observing. Like studying a problem to solve.
"Is there something on my face ?" You finally questioned him after what felt like an hour of him staring at your face. "We should get going in about ten minutes, you’re starting to look even more tired."
"I'm fine " you said without looking up.
"Your fine is subjective while my observation is objective." He rummaged through his jacket and pulled out a bar of dark chocolate, placing it next to my notebook. "Here, have a bite. I think your blood sugar might be getting a little low."
You smiled to yourself breaking off a small piece, "You always seem to know."
He thought for a moment then returned to his book, turning to a blank page, his eyes hovering over the emptiness.
The silence came back once again before footsteps came to interrupt it.
A young woman suddenly appeared at the end of the aisle, probably in her twenties, with a messy mop of hair and a big, cozy sweater wrapped around her. Her glasses were slipping down her nose, and she was struggling to hold onto a pile of books. She was the living cliché of a librarian girl.
"Excuse me," she said softly, her gaze wandering over the books stacked beside your table. "I'm trying to find a copy of The Stranger by Camus. Do you know if the original edition available on this floor ?"
You opened your mouth to respond but she was already looking at you differently, looking like she'd forgotten her question.
She dropped her books on the table, not even bothering to ask first. "You know—you've got really great bone structure — I mean, it's just a fact. Are you into art or something?"
Vivian stopped his so called "reading".
He glanced up, his face a picture of calmness much like the way he looked at people he didn't know or the empty pages of the books that lined his shelves.
"No " you said slightly surprised. " I'm in—"
Vivian cut you off to complet your sentence. "She's studying literature," he said to her calmly. "And she's with me."
The girl blinked, finally noticing him. " Oh..are you her—"
"Boyfriend."
She clearly didn't care of what he had to say. It was clear from her expression. "I’m doing my master in literature too !" She happily said, returning her attention to you.
"I'm intrigued, most people only pretend to read him but you look like someone who actually do." she continued, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "What draws you to Camus? Is it the absurdity, the search for meaning, or something else entirely ?" Her voice was laced with a hint of excitement as if she had stumbled upon a rare treasure. "I've always been fascinated by his ability to capture the human condition in his writings." she added leaning in slightly. "There's something about his words that resonates deeply, don't you think ?"
"She does read Camus. I know this because I’ve had the pleasure of listening to her reading him to me for hours, and often together in bed." He answered her question in your place without any shame.
The girl cheeks flushed. "Okay that's—"
"Intimate information ?" Vivian tilted his head. " Maybe.. but in the establishing context, you approached girlfriend with interest so I'm just clarifying that you're wasting your time."
You stared at his face still calm as ever.
"I'm not—" she started trying to defend herself.
Vivian cut her off once again his voice still soft. "I'm not bothered, it's only human to be attracted to someone. But she's with me, and that's her decision."
Emma opened her mouth. Closed it.
"You're really weird " she said finally.
"I'm aware."
She grabbed her books and left without another word, leaving to the silence his rightful place.
Vivian went back to reading his book not saying a word about what had just happened. He didn't even crack a smile, simply kept on going like nothing had interrupted him at all.
"I've never seen you get so jealous that was quite a show."
"Jealousy is just an emotion." he muttered his eyes still on his book, "I was simply stating the facts. You belong to me. She was just a factor that I eliminated."
You let out a small laugh. "I think there are better ways than telling her that I read Camus in bed with you."
His eyes finally looked back at you. "It was relevant wasn’t it ?"
"You’re right." you whispered another small laugh escaping your lips. "I am yours."
"Tu vois quand tu veux" he said snapping off another piece of chocolate and offering it to you. "Now get back to work. We don't have much time, only seven minutes before your energy crashes again."
You took the chocolate, and as you did your fingers brushed against his. But he didn't flinch or pull his hand back, he just stayed still.
That was his way of showing affection.
You’d learned to read him the same way he loved to read those blank pages.
❦ synopsis: bllk men get withdrawals from your attention.
including: sae, kaiser, isagi
❦ sae
something was absolutely off. usually at this time you'd prance around your shared apartment singing or complaining to yourself—but now it was crickets. he watched you make breakfast for yourself, a blank expression on your face.
why? all because he called your current tv obsession half-baked, and in his own defence he didn't even think you'd take it this seriously. he felt as if he made one wrong move then he would be sleeping on the couch, so he said no more.
"so are you just going to ignore me?" he asks with a bored tone, sipping on that tasteless bullshit he drinks in the morning an unflavored protein shake.
now to him you were probably mad about his egregious statement against your favorite show but you were conducting a serious science experiment, one that would change human history. your hypothesis was that if you did not initiate emotional or physical intimacy then sae would hopefully compensate to restore "balance"
was it ethical? no. did you want to see what would happen if you pretended to be angry at him/ ignoring him? absolutely.
and so your little experiment began.
for the first two hours of the day it felt normal, nothing out of the ordinary, he was aware that you had the sleep schedule as capricious as the weather, so he paid no mind to it. it was only at this moment when it dawned on him that you were ignoring him.
by now he would have heard your favourite term of endearment, "kitten whiskers," or your odd jokes but no. he sat staring at you wondering when your shenanigans would end. not that he missed your nonsense or anything.
by the time it was midday he sat pouting to himself, today's practice felt weird yet he couldn't quite put his finger on it. perhaps it was the lack of smothering you gave him before any matches or practices. maybe it could be the fact that you didn't even text him goodbye. sae was so engrossed in his sulking that he couldn't even pay attention to the vulgar jokes shidou makes. it got so bad that he nearly got hit in the face with the ball, emphasis on nearly.
the second he returned from practice he kicked off his shoes, flung his bag on the couch before padding to the bedroom and plopping right on top of you.
results: he barely lasted six hours.
conclusion: he seeks out affection more than he lets on.
"you realise you're sweaty as hell, right?"
"i know, just let me hug you."
❦ michael
"i am not addicted to your attention." the blonde scoffs. looking back on this, he was seriously mistaken. the two of you interlinked pinkies as you declared a bet,
"tommorow we'll see how long you go without attention, if i win i get to post anything on your account."
"anything? on my main?" kaiser’s eyebrows raised.
"yes. don't tell me you don't believe in yourself." you taunt holding back a sinister smirk.
"we have a deal."
those were probably his famous final four words, because you were indeed correct, he was an attention whore—for you. he laid next to you on the bed and you didn't even move to pepper his face with kisses nor did you rake your hand through his luscious hair.
but kaiser put up a brave facade acting like your lack of attention didn't affect him, he could handle you not even looking in his direction or laughing at his strange jokes, but this? he could not handle the excessive amount of attention you showered ness with.
the second ness came through that front door, michael felt like he had to compete with his best friend ness, and news flash he wasn't winning. ness began to charm you with his sweet ‘boy next door’ personality, a type of shyness kaiser did not possess. hell, you even giggled at him, whereas kaiser didn't even receive as much as a mere glance in his direction.
in you're peripheral you could see kaiser's persona cracking fast, it was only a matter of mere hours—no scratch that minutes before kaiser finally gives up on the bet but only if you played your current cards right. usually in the many bets you made with your boyfriend you'd never really put all of your effort towards proving your point but this was the one time to get back at him.
by nighttime, as predicted, kaiser clung to your waist mumbling about he hated needing your attention. you ran one of your hands through his hair, another reaching for his phone. it was time for revenge, you surf through a private album of pictures on his phone and post a old picture of kaiser in highschool sporting a cunty bald look.
you posted it on his professional account with the caption, “worked so hard my hair fell out.” you did this for two reasons, one, the memes that would arise from this picture would be legendary, two, revenge for him accidentally posting a picture of you sleeping in a contorted manner. you were now equal, so equal that you'd give george orwell a run for his money.
❦ isagi
you were having a great day, the sun casting its warm summer rays in a calm way. not only was the weather perfect but your hair, outfit and make was perfect too. to isagi there was just something about seeing you feel and look your best, it felt like a reward.
isagi only had a great day when you were looking at him. therefore his current dilemma. before he even got the chance to admire you, you were out and roaming the streets of spain before he even cracked his eye open. lying beside him was a small note which read,
“good morning, if you need anything i am just a call away. also good luck with the project ego sent you on, sincerely [name]. ps. that was not a reference to that evil man sincere.”
isagi groggily prepared for the so-called getaway ego plan for him. in all honesty he felt off kilter, practically thrown off of his familiar routine where you'd usually wake him up to soft encouragement or a kiss to the cheek, but today nothing.
he got to experience spain like a tourist, he went from one grand building to another, before joining the tour guide ego hired for him. how this would help with soccer baffled him but what could he say ego was kind of his coach and manager, meaning he had to trust the man.
isagi blends in with the crowd feeling a small twinge of pain on the left side of his chest, a pain that could be only soothed by your presence. every time he walked past a couple he'd glower at them also internally huff at the sweet gestures they did for each other. to isagi, you were so lucky getting the opportunity to explore on your own accord but he tried to stop sulking.
the second he returned to the hotel room, his smile up his entire face, he cast away his souvenirs and shuffled right next to where you sat huddled up in blankets, snacks beside you and watching some show.
“you're finally back, how was your day?” you greet, your hand patting the empty side of the bed just ready to unwind and soak in each other's presence.
“boring, you weren't there. if you were, it would been ten times better.”
“aww, well we have a few more days left in spain so we'll explore together.”
isagi hums, climbing into the bed and settling his head on your chest as you resume your show.
your back is arched to perfection putting that pretty pussy, bubbly ass and sexy back tattoo that your boyfriend loved so much on full display for him. shido was positioned right behind you gripping your ass and rubbing his tip along your pussy.
there was this devious grin on his face while he spoke “you want it mama? c’mon beg for my cock and i promise i’ll cum deep inside your pussy and eat it after”
everything about his just made your pussy wetter and wetter, the way he spoke, his body, and that long thick cock that’s made you cum more times than you could count.
“ple- fuckkk” before you could utter out a single word shido put his cock in your needy pussy. he knew how big he was and he knew that was kinda mean but could you really blame him when his pretty girlfriend’s pussy is basically begging him to put his cock in.
he had one hand pressing down against you back deepening your arch and the other wrapped around your hair. he wasted no time thrusting in and out of your pussy filling the room with moans from the both of you and the lewd sounds of his balls slapping against your pussy.
“ahhh ryuu, s’so big” you moaned out with tears in your eyes but he just wouldn’t slow down and you didn’t want him to. his cock was so deep you could feel his tip hitting your sweet spot over and over again.
“fuck that’s my girl, who’s a good slut for ryu”
“babyy ahhh, pleasee”
his hand went straight to your neck as he brought your bodies closer together to whisper in your ear, going deeper and harder with every word he was about to speak “I asked who’s good slut for ryu baby”.
“me, me, me, i’m a g-good f-fucking slut for you ryu” you screamed out .
he smiled as he kept fucking deep into your wet pussy “good little whore”
“hmm your pussy feels so good” he was so proud of his girl for taking him so well, his favorite view was your back arched and ass clapping on his cock. the view on it’s own was enough to have him ready to cum on the spot.
“ryuu i wanna cum, please baby” you babbled out through moans sounding so fucking cock drunk.
“cum on my cock princess” and you did just that legs shaking and eyes rolling to the back of your head. shido kept fucking you during your orgasm making sure you saw stars. it wasn’t long after before he came inside you.
you could feel his cock let out thick sticky cum filling up you pretty pussy.
𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎— BLUE LOCK BOYS X BLACK!FEM READER
inventory: isagi, nagi, chigiri, rin & sae and Yukimiya
level: tooth rotting fluff . kinda long . Yukimiya is my man fight me bout it (I’m kidding ily guys)
#- YOICHI. I
lowkey hot when he gets serious, like watching him practice is genuinely one of your favorite things to do is to watch your usually sweet boyfriend focus. Or even if it’s just working out, seeing him sweating in those compression shirts..yeah you can’t take your eyes off of him.
calls you a brat in that voice (yall know what I’m talking about, the way I was screaming when I heard him call barou donkey.)
gives you bear hug; but does that thing where his hands creep up around your waist slowly as you feel his chest pressed against your back.
what it’s like dating him: sweet kisses pressed into your skin when you wake in the morning, soft launches on your instrgrams, shared smiles from across the room, the feeling of clean sheets and warm blankets making you feel warm and fuzzy as you wait for your boyfriend to join you in bed.
#- NAGI. S
leans against doorways peering inside when he’s looking for you; honestly you forget how tall your boyfriend is sometimes. Seeing nagi easily match the height of a doorway while asking you if you got your Nintendo charger is ridiculously attractive.
States dead in yo face when your talking to him, sometimes you think he’s zoned out (he’s eyeing your lip combo) but his gaze never fails to make you nervous.
what it’s like dating him: loving insults passed back and forth over video games, matching keychains and bios, late FaceTime calls when you two can’t go to bed together, sleepy goodnight kisses, love bites and hoodies
#- CHIGIRI. H
the way he ties his hair up when he’s doing sum shit; you swear sometimes he teases you purposely when your nearby. Holding a hair tie between his pretty lips (he always steals your strawberry lip balm because it’s your favorite) while his hands smoothly gather up his fiery locks.
Purposely leaves you hot and bothered when he’s feeling bratty, by kissing you with such intensity but softness you’d think this man was tryna fuck. Nope. His intentions? To make you wanting hell of a lot more after that kiss, however he wants you to beg for it. After your lips part, a smirk tugs at chigiris lips “Gotta go study now, sweetheart. Might take a while.”
Is the type to ask for one of your candies but when you reach for the bag he kisses you, stealing the one that was currently in your mouth. “It’s always strawberry with you isn’t it 😒.”
what it’s like dating him: online shopping and 2000s movies late at night, matching pjs and skincare + haircare routines, silent glances at each other when some weird shit was said, teasing words whispered into your ear when he picks you up for your 1 year anniversary
#- RIN. I
Teases you with kisses when he wants something, his relentless eye contact the sound of his words seemingly becoming softer. Letting your eyes flutter close as his lips slowly starts to come to yours. But instead all you get is an amused chuckle, and a slight smirk from Rin.
Tilts your chin up to look at him when you’re being shy; it’s not even in a demeaning way. Rin genuinely wants to see your face when he’s talking to you. However the intensity of his gaze never fails to flutter your rapidly beating heart.
what it’s like dating him: interlocked pinkies and flushed pink cheeks, late night drives around the city when you both can’t sleep, forehead kisses and movie dates, expensive “just cuz” gifts, the smell of cologne and mint always making your heart race
#- SAE. I
Pulls you into his lap even if there are many vacant seats; this man does not give two shits who’s around. Besides he’s “cold” like 90% of the time and your like always warm
Squeezes your thigh and whispers a warning in your ear when you’re getting “bratty” or out of line so to speak. “I’d watch my attitude if I were you sweetheart.”
what it’s like dating him: lavish dates, big jackets warming your body in the colder months when you forgot to bring one with you, intimate yet soft kisses, reassurance and devotion
#- YUKIMIYA. K
Calls you darling, dear, sweetheart or lovely as pet names; this man is so soft spoken and gives such lover boy energy I can’t imagine him calling his sweet girl anything else.
Is the type to be like “don’t cry you’ll mess up your mascara”; def is a girls girl if that makes sense
Kisses the back of your hand without breaking eye contact everytime he says goodbye, to others it’s out of pure love and adoration for his girlfriend. Truthfully it is but the shy and embarrassed look on your face when his lips meet the back of your hand is definitely a bonus.
what it’s like dating him: soft words of affrimation, the smell of vanilla and fresh laundry, love letters and tea, cute yet simple dates, true love, butterfly inducing glances, and beautiful experiences.
