attention - nsfw, rin itoshi x afab!reader, dry humping wc: 400
“Tell me you like me..”
A pout on your lips for no reason, arms wrapped around Rin’s neck, hands playfully petting the nape of his neck, dipping underneath his t-shirt to feel the warm addictive firmness of his back, slightly scratching with your nails.
“I love you.”
Quiet but immediate, like always. A softness that only you get to see. His hands gripping your hips, not rough but still so clearly needy, thumbs rubbing against the soft fabric of your pajama pants. Turquoise eyes focused intently on your face, your pouty lips, the unneeded bratty flutter of your lashes.
“Really?”
Your pout curving into something a little more sweet but no less wicked. Leaning in closer to give him what he needs, his lips already twitching forward to eagerly meet yours, still slightly parted from the delicious friction of your heat against his grey sweatpants, against that little damp spot forming at the tip of his dick. The sweet little gasp that escapes his mouth as you press a little more onto his lap, dark lashes heavy over his eyes as you rock against his length again and again. The shape of your pussy too tangible through your thin wet pajama pants, the catch of your clit on the seam of his sweatpants, on the thick bump of his clothed cock.
“I-I love you.”
A breathless little whine against your lips, his face flushed and eyes dark, hands gripping your hips firmly, your pajama pants all wrinkled and bunched between his trembling fingers. The muscles of his arms strained, those little veins visible as he drags you up and down, his hips canted up to press sweetly against your clit, against your cunt, notching against your wet mushy pants, your hands digging into his shoulders, toes curling against the smooth fabric of the sofa.
Your pout forgotten in the uncontrolled flutter of your lashes, the arch of your back, that sweet, sweet twist of your core, the blissful weight of Rin’s name on your tongue.
And finally, one of your favorite sounds in the whole world. One only you get to hear. Rin gripping you to him, heaving chest against yours, his head buried against your neck, lips quivering and wet against your skin. Your name a needy breathy groan, a prayer.
Dark grey blooming across his sweatpants, soggy and sticky with his cum. A special flower only for you.
When Rin wakes up first in the morning he just looks at you with the softest eyes ever. Long lashes still a bit heavy with sleep but even that cannot hinder the adoration he holds for you so clearly in his eyes. Warm skin on skin, the sound of your soft breath more relaxing than any meditation routine he follows. Carefully moving closer, wanting to feel more but not wanting to wake you. His lips on the soft tender skin of your neck. Home.
☕🧁mug cakes - sfw, rin itoshi x gn!reader, fluff, cheesy, established relationship, childhood friends, food, wc: 688
It’s a cold, cloudy day. All grey and dreary, darkness already approaching, following after you far too quickly for your liking, biting at the heels of your feet.
The sidewalk wet and icy as you walk home, bundled up with frigid hands in your pockets. It’s been like this all week. All month. Tiring.
Will you ever get to feel that gentle sunlight again? Blooming flowers and vibrant greens, warm breezes, and spring rain. It all felt like it would never come.
The jingle of your keys as you clumsily work the apartment door open, fingers still a bit too numb from the blistering cold. An awful day to forget your gloves at home.
But soon you’ll be in the warmth of your cozy apartment. Perhaps you’ll take a warm bath or head straight to the sofa to snuggle under your favorite blanket, scroll on your phone, and check in with-
“Oh, you’re home early!”
A smile already finding its place on your lips, warmth finding your cold cheeks as you enter the apartment, your voice bubbling with excitement and happiness.
Because there, in the middle of your little tidy kitchen was Rin. Already changed out of the workout clothes he had left in this morning, traded for grey sweatpants and that hoodie that still fit him from high school. Dark green hair a bit more fluffy than usual, turquoise eyes following you as you take off your shoes and coat.
“You said you were feeling gloomy earlier.”
Your Rin. Voice stiff yet soft. Tender. The tips of his ears tinged red. A bit of flour on his cheek?
“I guess I did say that..”
Did he know how easily he made your heart flutter? Your smile too wide to ever be contained in his presence. Did he know how easily his turquoise eyes took you to spring days? The two of you on a picnic blanket under your favorite tree, a soft breeze. The two of you cuddled together under the warm blankets on those gentle rainy days. A little piece of springtime always when in his arms.
“Did you make something for me?”
The giggle on the tip of your tongue, more giddy than teasing as you wrap your arms around his sinewy waist, cheek pressing against his shoulder as you try to peek at the kitchen countertop. That familiar soft little sound leaving his mouth, caught between embarrassment and adoration before he eventually nods. His heart was always safe in your hands. One of his hands covering yours, carefully lacing your fingers with his.
“I…the bakery you like was closed today.”
Two matching mugs on the counter, souvenirs from that away game a few years back. The ones he had you pick out through Facetime. Soft, fluffy, warm cake in each one, puffing over the rims. Little dollops of whipped cream and berries.
The simple mug cake recipe on that little bright sticky note. The one you had memorized by heart. Nestled between pictures of the two of you, movie ticket stubs, and countless magnets on the fridge. Your idea, from long, long ago, back when it was just the two of you and the desolate playground, the anger in his heart. A little recipe you had hoped would bring a little warmth back. A few simple ingredients, one more important than all the others.
All it takes is one bite to know that he has made it perfectly. Despite the slight burnt edges. Despite the slightly wet center. Soft, warm and sweet. So sweet. Going straight to your heart, his love settling into your stomach. The best taste in the whole world.
“It’s delicious, Rin!”
Your smile extra bright as you lean up to kiss him, aiming for his cheek before going to his lips. You couldn’t tease him when he looked like this. His eyes too soft, lips fragile and warm, that precious smile you adored. His hand on the back of your head, keeping you against him. The cold dreariness outside forgotten.
A recipe that would never fail the two of you. A few simple ingredients, and lots and lots of love.
