Soft Jingo Raichi is still kinda hard...
Pro!Jingo Raichi x reader
Jingo Raichi is gonna treat people any old way he wants. Ain’t bout to be no arguments and talkback about it, m’kay? Except… sometimes.
He might have been more popular if he weren’t so cutthroat.
Like dang bro, you don’t have to be so hardcore all the time.
But to tell him that… Raichi’s lip just curls in disgust.
Cuz what’s he s’posed to do, play nice? Like Isagi? Huh? Like a little punk?
He’ll throw down with anybody in a battle of wills, no problem. They’re ultimately opponents after all, and it’s his job to crush all opponents.
But...
You’re not some scrub in his way.
You’re his woman.
The one he watches action/adventure movies with.
The one he can count on to work out with him and cheer him on.
The one he daydreams about when he thinks his teammates don’t notice.
The one he buys everything for, all the time, even though he complains loudly about it. (But at the same time won’t ever let you pay for anything soooo.... 🙄)
The only feet he’ll ever rub (and occasionally chomp on).
The only one he trusts to see his insecurities and share his pain with.
The one he makes sure is on the inner side of the sidewalk.
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Now, does he always succumb to his inner lover boy?
Haha, of course not!
Stubborn ass, that’s why you can’t stand him sometimes.
He’s noisy.
He’s crude.
He holds grudges.
But he tries to make it up to you.
Though that doesn’t stop him from manhandling you sometimes.
Grabbing your ankles and yanking you down to the foot of the bed when he gets done working out so you can give him a kiss.
“Jin! Ugh, mooOoovE!” You kick you legs to no avail. “Let go!”
“I ain’t letting go of nothing.” He’d stare at your mouth greedily, nails digging into your hips so you can’t escape his pungent, sweaty odor. “Gimme a kiss.”
“Not until you shower, have you smelled yourself?!”
Wrestling with you over the remote.
Smacking your butt so hard it stings every time he passes by you in the house. Don’t even think about trying to run and avoid it, he will enjoy every moment of chasing you down.
Wrestling with you over your phone. “Who’s got you giggling over there?! I’ll kick his ass!”
Pulling you down into his lap by your arm when you walk by and locking you in place with an iron grip that’ll only tighten if you struggle.
“Gimme a kiss first.”
Snatching you up against him and crushing you into his chest until you can’t breathe when he’s missed you.
“You think I won’t kiss you right now in front of all these people?” He really likes kissing you.
Like, why can’t he be more delicate??
But if he goes too far and hurts you, you bet you can let him know right then and there and he’ll cut it out. All that high intensity pain he likes to dish out is for the riffraff, not you.
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He can’t wrap his head around it but he can’t seem to pry himself from around your little finger.
He swears he’s not a simp, but everything about you has the potential to turn this man’s defenses into Swiss cheese.
Your intensity that grows and boils almost as hot as his when the two of you end up in a screaming match. He’ll yell all he wants but he would never put his hands on you. And when it’s over and Ringo’s feeling guilty and missing you, he can’t help but replay how fired up you were… and how hot it was.
When you’re annoyed, how your cheeks puff out, and he can poke them and make a little farting noise.
When you praise him for anything at all. It’s his egotist nutrition.
The way your eyes seem to blaze when the sunlight shines on them just right.
Your boobs. No matter what size they are, they’re his favorite. They’re his nuzzle buddies, and probably the safest area for you cuz he’s so gentle and purposeful with them. But he sometimes drools on em if he’s asleep. 🫤
The comforting scent of you that seems to linger everywhere in the house.
The way you scoot up and hug him from behind in the early morning when he sits up, pressing kisses down his neck and bare back as you encourage him to do his best at practice.
He hates how easily his body dissolves under your affection, but will bask in all its tingly glory anyway.
He knows he lets you get off easy with stuff he wouldn’t tolerate in anyone else.
And he spoils you rotten and then complains about it only to spoil you some more. 🤦🏽♀️
He won’t admit he’s getting soft, but he just…
Can’t go savage on you like he does everyone else. Ain’t bout to be no arguments and talkback about it.