#rin itoshi bllk

[riccyyvalz]

rin itoshi loves his actress!gf, and ever since you’ve starred in a horror movie, it’s all the japan u-20s can ever talk about₊ ⊹ˎˊ˗

၊၊||၊ ♪⊹ ooh in love - frank ocean

› based off of this req . ۫ ·

ever since the horror movie you starred in released in theatres, it’s been the talk amongst the public and tabloids.

your acting is superb! reviewers said.

. . . the movie even got an average of a 4.3/5 stars on letterboxd. and that was saying something, considering how pretentious letterboxd users are.

but sincerely, it was all because of you and your acting. how real it felt, how gut wrenching the expressions you made were — the impact of the lines you said.

when rin first watched it, he thought one thing; holy shit.

you’ve always taken up acting — it was your primary dream. your ambition. so rin had high expectations, considering how hard you’ve been working to have something like this come true. and boy, were his expectations raised exceptionally after watching your movie.

“rin, we saw your girlfriend’s movie,” karasu smirked, otoya right beside him.

the locker room was littered with the u-20 team changing out of their soccer kits, some freshly out of the shower.

. . . including the butt-ass naked bachira, who was drying his hair with a towel as he walked over to karasu and otoya cornering poor rin who was sitting on a bench. he was just trying to take off his cleats. he did not want to see this!

“rin! your girlfriend’s acting was phenomenal!” bachira beamed. “she has to—”

“bachira. . .” otoya hummed, his face reddening. “you should probably . . uh . . put clothes on before butting in here.”

“all of you idiots need to go away,” rin grimaced from where he was sitting on the bench.

“but seriously rin!” karasu chuckled. “she might get her first oscar before you get your first worldcup!”

rin shot up, standing tall. karasu’s smiled slightly faltered, but the teasing glint in his eyes stayed all the same. bachira and otoya watched, blinking blankly. for some reason bachira was still watching, his dick ever so present for everyone to see. it was bigger than average . . . somehow.

“i know how good she was,” rin began, his words dragged off his tongue deliberately. “she was—”

“—baaachhiirraaa!” isagi screeched from his locker, his face entirely pink. “where are your clothes! i thought we stopped this habit!”

isagi’s grating voice made rin’s words die in his throat. as well as everyone’s attention it seemed, since karasu and otoya shot their eyes towards isagi, who was more of a tomato than anything right now.

bachira giggled melodically. “oh, isagi! it’s all natural,” he purred, beginning to walk towards his locker to actually start putting some clothes on.

isagi shook his head, haunted by the image of a nude bachira. then, his gaze caught rin, and his big blue eyes bubbled with sparkles again.

“rin!” isagi smiled.

rin internally groaned as he watched isagi start stepping over.

“saw your girlfriend’s mov—”

“did everybody here see my girlfriend’s movie or something?” rin interrupted, sighing dramatically.

then, walking from the direction of the showers, shidou caught sight of the conversation, beginning to head over. and of course with a grin that was so agonizingly painful for rin to look at. rin wished he had a gun.

“the team had a watch party for it! it was all the talk online so we had one,” shidou spoke. “and we didn’t invite you.”

rin snorted. “i don’t care anyway.”

shidou shrugged, continuing to walk over to his own locker.

rin didn’t go to any of the movie premieres with you during promotion. the schedules were just too conflicting. but he did make sure that when he had his holiday, watching your movie would be the first thing he did. and indeed, it was.

. . . he wouldn’t tell you he put in all that effort, though. and especially not any of the lukewarm dick-tuggers on his soccer team.

isagi gave an apologetic smile. “i had tried convincing them, rin, but—”

“i really don’t care,” rin interrupted.

then, rin sat back down on the bench, trying to finish his task of untying his cleats. everyone around was looking at him as he did so, and rin could feel their prompting gazes ever so intensely.

so, he spoke again, but in a quieter murmur. “. . . m’really proud of her. okay?” he looked up. “is that what you guys are waiting to hear?”

otoya giggled like a little girl. “hehe, yeeesss. maybe.”

karasu put a hand over his mouth, his body vibrating with the most annoying giggling. “rinnie is in looovvveee!”

rin’s cheeks went entirely pink as he shot his gaze down to the floor. he tried suppressing the pooling warmth cascading along his body — but it was entirely out of control.

because, yeah.

he is in loooovvveee.

rin finished taking off his cleats, picking them up as he stood up from the bench.

“tell her we loved the movie, rin,” isagi said before walking back to his own locker.

“yeah, and tell her i want her number,” otoya added.

“you’re not getting anything from her,” rin immediately said. “she’s way out of your league.”

karasu chuckled, giving rin a light pat on the shoulder that rin tried tensing away from. “but seriously, itoshi. you have someone really talented. don’t take that for granted.”

then, karasu pulled away, his taunting smirk easing into a considerate smile. rin let his words absorb in his mind, and somehow, rin found himself speaking without any restraint.

“. . . yeah,” rin began. “i love her more than anything.”

all three boys’ eyes widened. frozen in place, rin didn’t know how to come back from the truth-vomit.

“uhh. .” his shaky voice stumbled out of his mouth, unable to be taken back.

but, the tension slightly wavered when otoya asked the stupid question, “dude . . more than . . even soccer?”

rin scoffed. “don’t be stupid.”

“weeelll,” karasu began, stretching his words out as if it would override the awkwardness. “that’s very cute. puppy love.”

“eugh,” rin grimaced at the term. “just leave me alone, now.”

karasu and otoya exchanged a glance before finally, thankfully, they started walking away. rin let out a big exhale, moving to start packing away his cleats.

love her more than anything, rin repeated in his head.

it felt so true. maybe it was an exaggeration or a hyperbole — but rin’s love for you was so big.

you were so talented. so perfect in the movie. you were phenomenal.

rin hummed in thought as he began mentally rehearsing how he could tell you all these things without seeming stupid. the second he would get home, he was going to show you just proud he really is of you.

— ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

[kxsagi]

“𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫”

a/n: omg this literally took me forever to get to, but this idea came to me because of @rotheboattohell thank you!!! 

synopsis: sae laughing internally at rin’s flow state. 

the field feels louder when you’re watching him. 

not because the crowd is screaming – though they are, a constant roar rolling through the stadium like thunder – but because everything about rin drowns it out. the way he moves, the way he cuts through defenders like they’re inconveniences instead of people, the way the ball sticks to him like it belongs there. 

you’re standing off to the side with the others, half-listening to whatever commentary is being muttered nearby, but your eyes are locked on him. 

and then you notice it. 

you blink once. twice. 

oh! 

oh wow. 

rin’s tongue is out. 

not just a little, not subtle, not a quick slip of concentration – no, it’s fully there, hanging off the side of his mouth like he’s some feral creature that escaped into a professional soccer match. like a dog mid-zoomies. like a monster who forgot human social cues in favor of scoring goals. 

he looks insane. 

i mean, yeah, he looks locked tf in. 

but he also looks like if someone tried to interrupt him right now, he’d genuinely bite them. 

you choke on absolutely nothing. 

“is that–” you start, already losing it. 

next to you, his brother, sae, is standing with his arms crossed, posture perfect, expression as flat as ever. he doesn’t even look at you when you speak. 

“don’t,” he says. 

that’s it. just don’t. 

you turn your head slowly. “… don’t what?” 

“don’t point it out.” 

you glance back at the field. 

rin just slipped between two defenders, tongue still out, eyes sharp, body moving like instinct is steering him instead of thought. he looks like he hasn’t blinked in minutes. it’s actually kind of terrifying. it’s also– 

“he looks like a dog,” you whisper. 

a pause. a dangerous one at that. 

you look back at sae. 

his face hasn’t changed. not even a little. still 😐 

but his hand has moved up, pressing against his mouth, fingers curled just slightly like he’s trying to hide something. 

oh my. this is gold. 

“you’re trying not to laugh,” you accuse, delighted. 

“i’m not.” 

“you literally are.” 

“i’m not.” 

his tone is flat, controlled, completely unbothered. like usual. 

his eyes, however, flick back to the field for a split second. 

and you catch it: the smallest twitch at the corner of his mouth. 

you gasp. “you ARE! oh my gosh, you’re holding it in–” 

“be quiet,” sae mutters, sharper this time, though there’s no real bite behind it. “he’ll notice.” 

as if on cue, rin absolutely demolishes someone’s attempt at a tackle, the ball still glued to his feet, tongue still out, expression murderous. 

you clutch your stomach. 

“he looks like he’d chase a tennis ball if someone threw one,” you whisper, voice shaking. 

sae exhales slowly through his nose. 

you can practically feel the effort it’s taking him to maintain his composure. his shoulders are steady, his face still that same unreadable mask, but his fingers press harder against his lips now, like he’s physically restraining himself. 

“it’s a concentration habit,” he says, very controlled. “he’s done it since he was a kid.” 

that does not help. that makes it worse. 

“so you’re telling me,” you say, barely holding it together, “that baby rin was just– running around like 😛 all the time?” 

silence. 

sae’s eyes close for a brief moment. 

and then a quiet, traitorous huff escapes him. 

it’s so small. barely there. the kind of sound you’d miss if you weren’t listening for it. 

you freeze. then slowly turn to him like you’ve just spotted a rare animal in the wild. 

“you laughed.” 

“i didn’t.” 

“you DID.” 

“i didn’t.” 

“sae.” 

he doesn’t respond. 

because now he’s looking back at the field again, and this time, you don’t even need to see his mouth to know. his shoulders shake once. just once. like a glitch in his otherwise perfect composure. 

you follow his gaze. rin just scored. 

the crowd explodes, teammates rushing him, but he barely reacts, just standing there, breathing hard, tongue finally retreating back into his mouth like the moment has passed. like the monster has decided to pretend to be human again. 

you wipe at your eyes. “i’m never unseeing that.” 

“you shouldn’t have noticed it to begin with,” sae replies, voice back to normal, expression reset like nothing happened. 

you grin. “i’m bringing it up every time he plays now.” 

“don’t.” 

“like ‘rin, do the tongue thing!’” 

“don’t,” he repeats, more firmly this time, though there’s a faint exasperation in it now. 

you lean a little closer, lowering your voice conspiratorially. 

“you’re gonna think about it every match now, too.” 

he doesn’t answer. but his gaze lingers on rin a second longer than necessary. 

and you swear there’s the faintest hint of something amused in his eyes. 

he exhales. “annoying.” 

you beam. 

yeah. he’s never beating the allegations. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[bambieyedpoet]

˚୨୧⋆｡pro footballer rin itoshi x reader headcanons

pro footballer rin itoshi who has a scoring celebration that’s literally just your initials in the air. he does it without thinking now, muscle memory, fingers tracing the letters quickly in the air before he jogs back to position. his teammates tease him every time, nudging him like, “mate, you’re so gone for her it’s embarrassing.” rin just rolls his eyes and mutters, “shut up,” but he doesn’t stop doing it.

pro footballer rin itoshi who comes home after a match and doesn’t say a single word before collapsing onto you. he just walks in, drops his bag somewhere on the floor, and heads straight for you like he’s on autopilot. his face goes right into your neck, arms wrapped tight around your waist. if you ask, “big day?” he just hums and holds you closer.

pro footballer rin itoshi who asks you to move with him when he signs with a new club. he’s awkward about it, rehearsing the words in his head before blurting out, “come with me… please.” he even goes to your parents, standing stiffly in their living room as he says, “i’ll look after her. i promise.” he means every word.

pro footballer rin itoshi who spoils you absolutely rotten with his salary. you mention liking a bag once and suddenly it’s sitting on your bed with a little note that says “thought you’d want it.” your friends roll their eyes when you tell them, saying, “of course he did.” rin doesn’t care -- if you want something, he’ll get it.

pro footballer rin itoshi who keeps his life private, barely posting anything online. but once in a blue moon he’ll upload a photo of the two of you on holiday, usually something like you holding gelato or standing by the ocean. his fans lose their minds every time, commenting things like, “thank you y/n for getting this man to post.” rin pretends he doesn’t read the comments, but he does only because it has to do with you and smiles to himself.

pro footballer rin itoshi who always shows gratitude for your support. he thanks you constantly, even for small things like making him tea or watching his training clips. when he’s talking to teammates or staff, he’ll casually mention, “she moved her whole life for me,” like he still can’t believe it. whatever you choose your own career or supporting him he backs you without hesitation.

pro footballer rin itoshi who opens up to you about his brother, his fears, and the pressure he feels. he talks sheepishly, eyes down, like he’s scared you’ll think less of him. but you listen, and he slowly relaxes, leaning into you as he admits things he’s never said out loud. he trusts you with the parts of himself he hides from everyone else.

pro footballer rin itoshi who is the ultimate gentleman and only has eyes for you. he opens doors, carries your bags, and walks on the roadside without thinking. when someone tries to flirt with him, he just says, “i have a girlfriend,” in the flattest voice known to man. he loves you deeply, only you, and with a loyalty that never wavers.

[vmlnrzmp4]

⟡ ── bite me again | BLUE LOCK

itoshi rin ˖ ⁠♡

rin (7) hated you.

you didn’t even do anything, you just wanted to play soccer with him and his scary older brother. but rin didn't like you. at all. so one day when you pleaded. he turned around, "fine," he huffs. he kicked the ball so hard it hit your legs.

"...ouch," you winced.

"kick it back," he demanded. you did but tragically it only made it halfway to him.

he scoffs. saying how you're weak. girls are weak. and that it's only him and his brother who'd be the best players in the world. and that your pink hair clips look ugly. he picked up the football, stuck his tongue at you, turned and started walking away.

but youve had enough. you ran and you jumped on his back and bit him.

"WHA— WHAT ARE YOU—??"

"TAKE. IT. BACK."

you were 11 when you got into your 'boys yuck' phase. he was 12 when he got into his 'girls are annoying and sparkly' phase.

you bumped into him in the school hallway once. your glitter pens and books fell. you hurried to pick them up, he didn't bother. till he saw a book that said on the cover— y/n's property. hands off.

so obviously, he picked it up.

you snatched it back instantly, "hands off means HANDS OFF, stupid idiot boy."

you were 15 when you forgot your diary in the library. he was 16 when he found it. and opened it.

dear diary, i forgot to write for a while. but anyways...

dear diary, it's been 3 years haha

i forgot this diary existed

he stared at it in disbelief, thinking of how much of an inconsistent girl you are.

then he read—

i remember biting itoshi rin. he was mean tho. he called my pink clips ugly.

i only wanted to be close to him. i didn't care about soccer at all.

he blinked.

and just when he was about to read more—

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING??" you stormed toward him, "YOU READ MY DIARY??"

you two were shortly kicked out and you hit his head with the diary.

you were grown now. mature. hopefully less chaotic. you stood on a small bridge over a koi fish pond at night when itoshi rin had approached. gifting you a little box of clips. pink hair clips that looked like sakura petals.

you simply smiled at him. the true one like before he had kicked your legs with the football.

and rin, suddenly, stupidly, wanted you to bite him again.

[cryopie]

Rin Itoshi and the way he loves 𐙚♡

word count: 788/ he's such a hidden softie♡

Rin Itoshi and the way he shows affection through your favorite food or drink. Just sliding a specific snack across the table without a word, his expression cold and bored, muttering a lie about it being a "mistake" because he'd rather die than admit that he stood in the store aisle for minutes just to find the exact one you like.

Rin Itoshi and the way he stiffens the moment you lean against him, his entire body going rigid. He always complains about you being clingy, but he never moves away. Instead, he subconsciously tilts his head toward you, letting himself be soft only for you.

Rin Itoshi and the way he walks beside you always half a step ahead, acting like he's in a rush. The moment you lag behind he stops dead in his tracks and waits silently for you, unable to move forward unless you're with him.

Rin Itoshi and the way he pulls you into his insane routines. Forcing you to do yoga or stretch with him under the guise that your posture is terrible and it annoys him. Pushing you down gently but firmly by your shoulders, his hands lingering a bit too long on your skin and his breathing rough against your ear as he guides your movements. That may lead to something else..

Rin Itoshi and the way he forces you to rest the moment he decides you've been working too hard. Ignoring your protests and pushing your head down onto his lap as his pretty fingers tangle into your hair to keep you pinned there.

Rin Itoshi and the way he guides you through a crowd by resting his hand on the back of your neck, fingers digging slightly into your skin. Steering you through the rush, his eyes glaring at anyone who dares to get too close to you.

Rin Itoshi and the way he gets angry when you say something bad about yourself, like you said the stupidest thing in the world. He'll just stare you down and tell you that his standards are high and the fact that he chose you means you're perfect.

Rin Itoshi and the way he uses his sharp tongue to hide his worry for you. Snapping at you for being careless or frowning deeply the second you look tired. Instead, he may shove a drink in your hand with an annoyed look, refusing to look away until your color comes back. He acts like your weakness irritates him but your well-being is the only thing he's truly focused on.

Rin Itoshi and the way he reacts when you compliment him. His eyes widening before he quickly turns his head, an angry flush creeping up his neck and ears. Scowling at you or calling you an idiot for stating the obvious. A single compliment from you is all it takes to completely shatter his composure.

Rin Itoshi and the way he lingers by the door when he needs to leave, staring down at you with an intense, irritated look until you finally take the hint and go to kiss him goodbye, only for him to grip your chin and deepen the kiss aggressively because he hates the thought of leaving you for a long period of time.

Rin Itoshi and the way he acts jealous by stepping right into your space as his shoulder is blocking you from their view. Glaring at them and holding your fingers tight. He's claiming you as his without ever having to say a word.

Rin Itoshi and the way he cuddles you at night, holding you against his chest the second you try to move away. His grip tight even in his sleep, locking you against him like you might vanish. Holding you this close is his only security.

Rin Itoshi and the way he invades your space. Kicking your feet out of the way on the couch only to rest his own heavy legs over yours, leaving you no room to move away from him. Acting like he's taking up space when he really just makes sure every part of him is touching you.

Rin Itoshi and the way he gets competitive over your attention. He will narrow his eyes the moment you start mentioning someone else, interrupting you to desperately pull your focus back to him. He needs to be the only thing you ever think about.

Rin Itoshi and the way he claims your things. Taking your keys or your phone out of your hands and casually dropping them into his own pockets when you're out together. Acting like it's just because you're careless and might lose them, when really he just likes the subtle control of carrying your world around in his jacket.

thank you for reading ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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cute divider by @/solitary-serendipity

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

suggestive, fluff

rin still has a crush on you even when you're married to him.

every time you kiss him goodbye before literally just going to the supermarket to buy food to make him dinner, his face turns beet red the moment you step out of the door, thinking about that kiss for a handful of time. even at dinner, when your hand grazes against his to reach a dish that you like, the tips of his ears burn red, acting like he literally doesn't share a bed with you every single night.

whenever he walks in on you changing in mind you--your shared room--, he stiffens completely and turns scarlet red. he stutters every few sentences afterwards as well even though he's seen you change more times that he's gotten mad at bachira--which is really saying something. whenever you step out of the shower and ask him to bring you your towel, his eyes are darting everywhere and his entire body is burning.

and when you tell him that you wanna try for a baby? you expect him to react calmly or maybe reply with a harsh "no"--but instead he just turns stiff and tomato red.

yeah, he's dead.

[vivyianzaki]

Hiii i love ur fics and I have an idea! That theres an school au where rin bullies reader so then they get paired up for a project so rin goes to readers house he enters her bedroom and sees her playing with herself to a picture of him so then rin fucks her silly! (Maybe even a degration kink) feel free to ignore if this makes you uncomfortable!! :D

SORRY FOR LATE REPLY,HERE'S YOUR REQUEST, THANK YOU I HAVE NO IDEA TO MAKING A STORY

𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 rin itoshi x reader

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖘: MINORS DNI!! degradation kink, missionary, cunnilingus, blowjob, ageup rin!! (maybe 18)

𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘: This content contains graphic sexual material, bullying dynamics, and explicit sexual acts. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

The fluorescent lights of the classroom buzz overhead as your teacher announces the semester project pairs. Your stomach drops when you hear your name followed by his.

"Rin Itoshi and Reader, we'll be partner and working together on the environmental science presentation."

The collective gasp from your classmates makes your face burn. Rin Itoshi is the class president of the school, the soccer prodigy who makes teachers nervous and students scatter and sae younger brother. The same Rin who has made your life hell since freshman year with his cutting remarks and cold stares.

"This is bullshit," Rin mutters from two rows behind you, his voice carrying just enough to reach your ears. "Why the hell partner this girl."

You don't turn around. You can't. Not when you know his teal eyes are boring holes into the back of your head.

After class, Rin corners you by your locker, his tall frame blocking your escape route.

"My house is off-limits, because my annoying brother is there" he states flatly, arms crossed over his chest. "So we're doing this at your house.

"I... okay," you manage, clutching your books tighter. "Tomorrow. Four o'clock. Don't be late."

"And don't think this changes anything," he adds, leaning closer. "You're still pathetic. This is just schoolwork."

He walks away before you can respond, leaving you pressed against the cold metal of your locker.

You spend the entire evening preparing. Your small bedroom is spotless, your laptop charged, your notes organized. You even change into comfortable clothes - a soft oversized sweater and shorts - trying to look presentable without seeming like you tried too hard.

Sleep doesn't come easily. Every time you close your eyes, you see Rin's face, hear his cutting words. The way he looks at you like you're nothing. The way his presence makes your heart race for reasons you refuse to acknowledge.

The next day drags. At exactly 4:02 PM, your doorbell rings. You open it to find Rin standing there in his school uniform, blazer unbuttoned, tie loosened. He looks annoyed already.

"You're late," you say before you can stop yourself.

His eyes narrow dangerously. "Move."

You step aside, leading him through your modest house to your bedroom. The door clicks shut behind you both.

"Let's just get this over with," Rin says, dropping his bag on your desk. "Where do you want to—"

His words die as his gaze lands on your bed. Your phone is still open, the screen displaying a photo from the soccer team's Instagram account. It's Rin mid-kick, his form perfect, his expression focused. But that's not what makes your blood run cold.

Your shorts are pushed down around your thighs. Your fingers are still glistening. The evidence of what you were doing is written all over your flushed face and the damp sheets beneath you.

"What the fuck," Rin breathes, his voice dangerously quiet.

"I—I can explain—" you start, scrambling to pull up your shorts.

"Don't." His hand catches your wrist, stopping you. "Don't fucking move."

Rin stares at you for a long moment, his teal eyes taking in every detail - your exposed pussy, your trembling hands, the way your chest heaves with panicked breaths.

"You were touching yourself to a picture of me," he states, not a question. "While I was coming here to work on a fucking project."

"Rin, please—"

"Shut up." His grip tightens. "You pathetic little slut. Getting off to someone who treats you like garbage."

His words should hurt, but instead they send a rush of heat between your legs. Rin notices, his lips curling into a cruel smirk.

"Oh, you like that? Being called out for the desperate whore you are?" He releases your wrist only to grab your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Answer me."

"Y-yes," you whisper, tears pricking your eyes.

"Louder."

"Yes," you repeat, voice breaking.

Rin groans, the sound cold and mocking. "Fucking disgusting. But you know what? I'm going to give you exactly what you want."

He pushes you to your knees, his movements rough but controlled. Your carpet burns against your skin as he stands over you, already working open his belt.

"Open your mouth," he commands, freeing his cock. It's long and thick, already half-hard from the situation. "Show me how desperate you really are."

You part your lips obediently, and he doesn't hesitate to push inside. The taste of him floods your tongue as he grips your hair, holding you steady as he fucks your face with short, sharp thrusts.

"Look at you," he pants, watching his cock disappear between your lips. "Finally useful for something. All those years of being a useless bitch, and this is what you're good at."

Tears stream down your cheeks as he hits the back of your throat, but you don't pull away. Can't pull away. Not when this is everything you've secretly wanted.

"Deeper," he demands, pushing further. "Take it all, you cock-hungry slut."

You gag around him, saliva dripping down your chin, but he doesn't let up. His hips snap forward with increasing force, using your mouth like a toy.

"That's it," he groans, "choke on it. This is what happens when you get caught being a perverted little bitch."

Just when you think you can't take anymore, Rin pulls out, leaving you gasping. He hauls you to your feet and pushes you onto the bed, yanking your shorts completely off.

"Spread your legs," he orders, settling between your thighs. "Let me see what you were doing to yourself."

His tongue finds your clit without warning, licking broad stripes through your folds. You cry out, your hands fisting the sheets as he eats you with the same intensity he showed your mouth.

"So fucking wet," he mutters against your pussy, the vibrations making you shake. "Getting off to my picture, and now you're dripping for the real thing."

His fingers join his tongue, two digits pushing inside you while he sucks on your clit. The combination is overwhelming, your hips bucking against his face as he works you with ruthless efficiency.

"Rin, please—" you gasp, not sure what you're begging for.

"Please what?" he asks, pulling back to look at you. "Please make you cum? Please fuck you? Be specific, slut."

"Both," you whimper, "please, both."

He laughs again, the sound dark. "Greedy little whore. But fine. Since you asked so nicely."

Rin stands, shedding his clothes with impatient movements. His body is lean and athletic, years of soccer training evident in every muscle. He climbs onto the bed, positioning himself between your spread thighs.

"This is what you wanted, right?" he asks, rubbing his cock through your wetness. "To be fucked by someone who hates you?"

Before you can answer, he pushes inside with one brutal thrust. The stretch burns, your body struggling to accommodate his size, but he doesn't give you time to adjust.

"Fuck, you're tight," he groans, setting a punishing pace immediately. "Like you've been saving this pussy just for me."

His hand wraps around your throat, not squeezing hard enough to cut off air, but firm enough to make you feel owned. His other hand grips your hip, holding you in place as he fucks you with deep, aggressive strokes.

"Look at me," he demands when your eyes start to flutter closed. "Watch who’s ruining you."

You force your eyes open, meeting his intense gaze as he pounds into you. Each thrust forces a moan from your lips, the sound mixing with the wet slap of skin on skin.

"Lukewarm," he spits, but his voice is strained with pleasure. "Getting fucked by your bully and loving it. What would everyone think if they knew?"

His hand leaves your throat to slap your breast, the sharp sting making you cry out. "Answer me, slut."

"I—I don't care," you gasp, "just don't stop."

Another slap, this time to your other breast. "That's right. You don't care about anything except getting fucked. My personal little cum dump."

He shifts his angle, hitting that spot inside you that makes stars explode behind your eyes. Your back arches off the bed as he fucks you through your first orgasm, his pace never faltering.

"That's one," he counts, his voice tight. "How many more can you take before I fill this worthless pussy?"

Rin flips you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up before pushing back inside. The new angle lets him go deeper, his cock hitting your cervix with each thrust.

"Such a good little fuck toy," he pants, one hand fisted in your hair. "Taking everything I give you like you were made for it."

His free hand comes down on your ass, the sharp crack echoing through your bedroom. You cry out, but he doesn't stop, alternating between slaps and rough caresses as he fucks you.

"Count them," he orders between thrusts.

"One," you gasp, "two, three—"

Each number is punctuated by another slap, your ass burning from the attention. By the time you reach ten, you're sobbing, overwhelmed by the mix of pain and pleasure.

"Good girl," Rin praises, his voice softer than before. "Taking your punishment so well."

He pulls you up by your hair, your back pressed against his chest as he continues fucking you from behind. His hand finds your clit, rubbing tight circles as he drives you toward another orgasm.

"Cum for me," he commands, his teeth grazing your ear. "Show me how much you love being used."

You shatter again, your pussy clenching around his cock as you scream his name. Rin fucks you through it, his pace becoming erratic as he chases his own release.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chants, his grip on you tightening. "Gonna fill you up, mark you as mine—"

He cums with a groan, his cock pulsing as he empties inside you. The feeling of being filled pushes you over the edge one more time, your body shaking in his arms.

Rin stays buried inside you for a long moment, both of you breathing hard. When he finally pulls out, cum leaks down your thighs, evidence of what just happened.

"Don't move," he says quietly, his voice different now. Softer.

He disappears into your bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth. His touch is gentle as he cleans you up, careful around the marks he's left on your skin.

"You okay?" he asks, not meeting your eyes.

"Yeah," you whisper, your voice hoarse. "That was... intense."

Rin nods, tossing the washcloth aside. He helps you under the covers before climbing in beside you, pulling you against his chest.

"I didn't mean..." he starts, then stops. "The things I said. During. I just... got carried away."

"I liked it," you admit, your face burning. "All of it."

He relaxes slightly, his hand stroking your hair. "Still. I should have checked in more. Made sure you were okay."

"I'm okay," you assure him, snuggling closer. "Better than okay, actually."

Rin is quiet for a moment, his fingers tracing patterns on your back. "What about the project..."

"We can work on it tomorrow," you suggest. "If you want to stay tonight."

He considers this, his teal eyes studying your face. "Yeah," he says finally. "I'd like that."

You wake up to sunlight streaming through your curtains and Rin's arm draped over your waist. He's already awake, watching you with an expression you can't quite read.

"Morning," he says, his voice rough with sleep.

"Morning," you reply, suddenly shy.

"So," he continues, "about that project..."

"Right. The project." You start to sit up, but his arm tightens around you.

"Later," he says, pulling you back down. "We have time."

The knock on your bedroom door freezes both of you mid-breath. Rin’s cock is still buried deep inside you, your bodies slick with sweat and cum, when your mom’s voice cuts through the wood.

"Breakfast is ready, sweetheart! Come eat with Rin before it gets cold. Don’t keep him waiting."

Your eyes widen in panic, Rin’s hand clamps over your mouth, his hips still twitching with aftershocks.

"Just a minute, Mom!" you call out, voice cracking as Rin’s fingers dig into your hip to keep you still.

"You’re going to be late for school if you don’t get out here right now," she insists, already turning the knob.

Rin’s teal eyes flash with something between horror and dark amusement, his cock giving an involuntary throb inside your still-spasming pussy as footsteps retreat down the hallway. The moment her steps fade, he pulls out with a wet sound, cum dripping down your thighs as you both scramble for clothes, hearts hammering at the close call.

And as he kisses you, slow and sweet, you realize that maybe this project partnership is going to be more complicated than either of you expected. But as his hands start to wander again, you decide that complicated might not be so bad after all.

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This looks so cute help

Look at that little 'Bleh'!!