I CANT STOP LOOKING AT HER TI-TI-TI— FACE！ft. rin itoshi
suggestive themes. established relationship. shy rinrin.
rin itoshi was many things. he was a horror addict. a fantastic football player. a brother. he’s beyond that of many, but.. there was one thing he wasn’t. there wasn’t many things he couldn’t find himself talented at, but that doesn’t mean that he’s perfect. there’s a good few things he could think of that just weren’t suited for him—one of them was being a boyfriend.
he was completely, and quite obviously new at this factor of life. never once had the infamous younger brother of the football prodigy ever been in a relationship. his life revolved around football, of being the best—of beating his elder brother. he told himself plenty of times before that he had no time to have a relationship, no time to take on the burden. he couldn’t escape from it’s grasp, however, as love found it’s way to his heart painfully sooner than he’d expected, nor wanted.
and it was you. it was you who had him flushing at the tips of his ears, you who had his heart hammering out of his chest, you who had him stuttering over his words when all he wanted to do was give you back your pencil you’d dropped in the middle of class. it was you who made him hopelessly fall in the warm blossoms of young love.
and unfortunately for him, he was facing new problems that he couldn’t find solutions for. one of them being his self control. he always thought he had spectacular self control before you came along.
but now that you’re here, he can’t seem to stop himself from these urges he keeps getting. these urges that gives him the need to constantly have his hands on your body, to constantly check up on you, to constantly be near you. he tried to push them away, but god, these feelings were fatal.
the more he pushed them away, the more the back of his head muttered for him to text you, to suddenly show up at your house with flowers, to give you his spare jersey so he can have the pleasure of watching you cheer for him in his jersey in his games.
one of his main problems at the current moment was staring. he had a bad habit of pathetically staring and acting innocent, as if you don’t know where his eyes keep traveling. he’ll deny it with his life, but you saw the way his cheeks flushed as he tried to keep his eyes off of your chest when he saw your cleavage in that pretty, low cut tube top.
he did everything, he tried working out, playing with fidget toys, taking a nap, but god his brain wouldn’t shut off. it was like it engineered itself all of a sudden to think solely about you and your body and it just wouldn’t shut off.
getting up from where he was pathetically staring at the ceiling on the couch, he tried redirecting his mind to anything other than you once again, his mind racing with—
“rinnie!”
oh just kill him already— make the suffering end.
“what’re you doinggg? it feels like you’ve been avoiding me all day..”
“nothing. trying to nap.” but his jaw was tight, his fists were clenching at his trousers, and his eyes were averting to anywhere but you.
you knew this man too well. scarily well.
“rin. what’s so interesting on the other side of this room that’s making you look at it and not me?”
...
silence. he was so fucked.
the clock on the wall ticking repeatedly was louder than the silence the both of you shared, sweat building on rin’s forehead as he tried desperately to keep his cool, to cling to what was left of his dignity.
and, suddenly—like clockwork, he spoke up just as his head snapped in your direction, his head tilted up to look at you from where he was sitting, as if to avoid seeing what was below.
“...nothing. i’m not looking at the wall—”
“...rin— i’m slouching and leaning against the couch, that you’re sitting on, and your tall ass is looking up. are there birds flying above me that i don’t know about?”
“...”
then a loud gulp.
it was then that you noticed how he was blinking incessantly, his pupils going from down to up with each blink, trying to hide the way he kept looking.
oh. so that’s what it was.
“..rinrin, you’re not acting like yourself.. is something bothering you?” your voice suddenly found itself expressing your words in a new tone, a small smile gracing your lips.
“w-well, it’s.. it’s not really—”
“no, no, don’t worry— come here!”
your smile grew wider as you’d wrapped your arms around his neck, one hand reaching up to pet him and toy with his hair as you’d pushed his face into your chest. completely on purpose.
his brain short-circuited. it was safe to say he needed a reboot. maybe a repair.
his body was rigid, his breathing shallow and coming out in short, slow huffs. he didn’t move, didn’t say a word—but wrapped his arms around you in return. smothering his face into your cleavage like a needy child seeking affection from their mother.
“...yeah. something is wrong actually. i just need a stay like this— for a little while..”
pushing his face more into your chest, you patted him on the head with a cheeky smile, mumbling back in that sugar-sweet tone, “for a little while, hmm.. anything to make you feel better, rinnie.”
he was doomed.
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NOTE: I was planning on a short one but this actually became a bit of a monster. I just think hybrids are so cutesy. Also this has been collecting dust in my drafts for so long so I’m glad I can finally post it 😭 lmk if theirs an interest in more parts (or more characters…)
The "Second Chance Foundation" was a high-end, end-of-life care organization for rescued hybrids, creatures who had been chewed up and spat out by the darkest corners of the world.
Being well-off meant you had the resources to provide a luxurious, peaceful retirement for a hybrid in need. You had come today simply hoping to give comfort to a soul that needed it, and becuase living by yourself has started to get a bit lonely.
Most rooms held elderly canine hybrids snoozing in the sun, or gentle feline hybrids who offered soft, melancholic blinks as you passed.
Then, you reached the isolation corridor at the very end.
The plaque on the heavy, reinforced door read Stall 10: RIN.
Unlike the cozy, nested spaces of the other residents, the scene behind the reinforced glass of Stall 10 was a disaster zone. The Plush blankets, the kind meant to soothe aching joints, had been shredded into useless, fluffy confetti. The heavy wooden enrichment blocks were splintered, clawed to absolute ruin.
In the furthest, darkest corner of the room sat the culprit.
He was a rare breed of hybrid, feline, sleek, and dangerously large. His midnight-teal hair fell over sharp, hooded eyes that gleamed, he was clearly defensive. Two dark, tufted ears were pinned flat against his head. A long, ringed tail lashed rhythmically against the floor, a ticking time bomb of agitation.
But the most striking, heartbreaking detail was his face. Or what was on it.
A heavy, leather-and-wire muzzle was strapped securely over his jaw, forcing his mouth shut.
"Ah, you're looking at Rin," a soft voice spoke up. You turned to see a tired-looking staff attendant carrying a clipboard, a sympathetic look on their face.
"What happened in there?" you asked quietly, gesturing to the ruined bedding.
The attendant sighed, flipping through some kind of files.
"He’s a very rare, incredibly volatile predator species. We rescued him from an underground fighting ring called 'Blue Lock.' It was a brutal place, hybrids were forced to fight to the death for human entertainment. Rin was one of their top performers. He was actually rescued alongside his older brother, Sae."
You blinked, surprised. "Sae? The one who was adopted by Shido— I mean football player last month?"
"The very same," the attendant nodded. "But while Sae adapted quickly and learned to manipulate—er, navigate —human society to get what he wanted, Rin hasn’t been showing the same aptitude. He went the opposite direction. He’s completely closed himself off. We’re thinking it was the fighting rink, and when Sae left, Rin's issues turned into pure aggression. He destroys every comfort we give him, and he refuses to eat unless left entirely alone."
You looked back through the glass. Rin hadn't broken eye contact with you. He looked miserable, furious, and terribly lonely, trapped behind a barrier and a muzzle.
"Can I go inside?" you asked, turning back to the attendant. "Just to sit with him for a moment?"
The attendant’s eyes widened, and they immediately shook their head, stepping between you and the door.
"Absolutely not. I'm sorry, but we have to decline that request. Usually, we encourage adopters to interact directly with the hybrids, but Rin is a special exception. He’s muzzled for a reason. He’s incredibly dangerous, and the moment that door opens, he will lung to kill. I'm afraid he's just... unadoptable."
Through the glass, as if he knew exactly what the human was saying about him, Rin bared his teeth behind the wire mesh of his muzzle, letting out a low, vibrating growl that shook the windowpane.
—
Despite the attendant’s grim warning, you couldn’t get Rin out of your head. For the next three days, you returned to the Second Chance Foundation at the exact same hour. The staff still wouldn’t let you inside his stall, but you simply brought a comfortable cushion, sat right on the linoleum floor outside Stall 10, and worked on your tablet or read a book, keeping him quiet company.
At first, Rin ignored you, keeping his back turned and his tufted ears pinned flat. By the second day, he was watching you from his corner. By the third day, the low, hostile growls had subsided into a tense, wary silence. He was still a tense coiled spring, but he was no longer treating you like an immediate threat.
On the fourth morning, you arrived to find the isolation corridor thick with a heavy, suffocating tension. The staff attendant who had first spoken to you was standing outside Rin's door, looking pale and holding a specialized sedative pole.
"What's going on?" you asked, a sudden knot forming in your stomach.
The attendant looked at you, a mixture of guilt and exhaustion in their eyes. "I'm sorry Miss. It's Rin's monthly evaluation. Under sanctuary guidelines, if a high-risk hybrid shows zero signs of rehabilitation or behavioral improvement within their term, and poses a continuous lethal threat to staff... they have to be humanely put down. His time is up today."
Inside the room, Rin seemed to sense the shifting energy. He was on his feet, his long tail lashing violently, his chest heaving behind the leather straps of his muzzle as he stared at the sedation equipment. He looked terrified, masked by a desperate, feral rage. He knew what was coming.
"No you can’t," you said firmly, stepping between the attendant and the door. "He isn't unadoptable. He just needs a reason to stop being like this. Let me take him."
"We can't just—"
"I have the financial resources, I have a secure estate, and I have the time," you interrupted, your voice leaving no room for argument. "If he stays here, he dies. If he comes with me, he has a chance. Give me the paperwork."
The attendant hesitated, looking from your determined expression to the, hybrid pacing behind the glass. With a heavy sigh, they lowered the sedative pole. "You'll have to sign a full liability waiver. If he hurts you, the foundation is not responsible."
"Bring it.”
The legal process was a blur of warnings and frantic signing. The staff reluctantly processed the adoption papers, treating the transaction more like anything but a standard pet adoption.
"Listen to me carefully," the attendant said, handing you the keys to a heavy-duty transport crate after you signed the final page. "Because of his history in Blue Lock, sudden changes will trigger his fight-or-flight reflex. You must move him into his new environment slowly. Keep him in a secure, isolated room of your house first. Do not try to take the muzzle off until he willingly lets you approach, or he will take your hand off. Let him realize he's safe on his own terms."
A few minutes later, three heavily armored handlers managed to guide a sedated, but still weakly snapping Rin into the secure transport vehicle. As the doors locked, you looked through the small grated window of the crate. His eyes were half-lidded from the drugs, glaring up at you with a heartbreaking look. He thought he was being taken to another fighting ring, or worse, his execution.
You took a deep breath, putting the car in drive. "Hang in there, Rin," you whispered to the rearview mirror. “I’m taking you home.”
—
The drive home was quiet, save for the low, drug-induced rumbles echoing from the transport crate in the back. Once home, it took the handlers nearly an hour of meticulous coordination to transfer Rin into his new room. You’d chosen a spacious, sunlit guest room on the ground floor, entirely retrofitted for his arrival.
Every piece of furniture was heavy and rounded, devoid of sharp edges or glass. The closet was fully stocked with soft, oversized loungewear, and the walls were decorated in calming, neutral tones. But most importantly, before the handlers left, you had insisted on one modification. You couldn't legally remove his restraint yet, but you absolutely refused to let him wear that barbaric, rusty wire contraption from the sanctuary.
A few hours later, the heavy silence of the room broke.
Rin stirred, his long, ringed tail twitching before his eyes snapped open. The sedative had finally worn off. Instantly, he scrambled backward into the corner of the room, his back hitting the wall as his ears pinned flat against his midnight-teal hair. His chest heaved as he took in his surroundings, the carpets, the space, and the lack of iron bars.
Then, his claws flew to his face.
His fingers brushed against lightweight, breathable silicone and padded leather. It was a different muzzle, one that didn't pinch his skin, giving him just enough room to breathe comfortably, though his jaw was still securely bound.
Hearing his frantic movements, you gently pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Rin instantly went rigid. A low, vibrating snarl rumbled in his chest, his eyes flashing with a warning.
"Hey," you said softly, staying right by the doorway. In your hands, you were clumsily clutching a thick binder—the Advanced Apex Hybrid Care Guide—and you were flipping through the pages so rapidly that a few loose sheets almost fluttered to the floor.
You looked down at the book, squinting, then looked up at him, attempting to follow the "Hostile Introduction" protocol. You lowered your shoulders, averted your eyes slightly to appear non-threatening, and took a slow, deliberate breath.
"Okay, let's see..." you mumbled to yourself, clearing your throat. You looked back at Rin. "Um. How does the new muzzle feel? Is it okay?"
Rin didn't move an inch, his gaze locked on you like a hawk tracking prey.
You offered a small, melancholic smile, gesturing faintly to his face. "I really wished I could have just taken it off completely. I asked them, but... the foundation rules are strict, and they wouldn't let me leave without it. The most they'd let me do was buy a more comfortable one from their medical store. I hope it's at least better than the last one."
Silence. Rin didn't reply, his jaw locked tight beneath the silicone strap, his tail continuing its angry, rhythmic slap against the floor.
Accepting that this would be a slow process, you didn't push any further.
You brought a soft cushion over to the furthest corner of the room, well out of his striking range, and sat down. You spent the entire afternoon right there. You read through the guidebook, occasionally trying to interact with him by rolling a soft enrichment ball across the carpet or speaking in a calm, ambient monologue about your day, but Rin remained a frozen statue, tracking your every breath.
When evening fell, you left the room briefly and returned with a heavy ceramic plate. The sanctuary had given you his specific dietary requirements, premium raw carnivore cuts that cost a small fortune, completely different from the cheap, generic mush he'd been fed at the fighting rink.
You set the plate down halfway between you and his corner, sliding it forward before backing away to your spot by the door.
Rin looked at the food, his nostrils flaring as the rich, scent hit him. His stomach gave an audible, betraying growl. Yet, he didn't budge. He glared at you, refusing to lower his guard or show vulnerability by eating in front of a human.
Seeing his hesitation, you flipped through the care guide once more, your eyes scanning the text. 'Rule 4: Do not hover during feeding. Fear-aggressive hybrids view observation as a threat of theft.'
"Right, got it," you murmured. You closed the binder and gripped the doorknob, giving Rin a warm, encouraging look. "I'm going to leave you alone to eat. Eat up and get strong again, okay? Once you're comfortable, we can finally go outside. I have a big backyard, and there's a really quiet park down the road we can visit."
With that, you stepped out and softly clicked the door shut behind you.
Left in total isolation, Rin waited for three full minutes, listening closely to ensure your footsteps had faded down the hall. Only then did he creep forward, his movements silent. He approached the plate cautiously, sniffing it before taking a tentative bite.
It was, without a doubt, the best thing he had ever tasted. The meat was fresh, tender, satisfying a deep, primal hunger he hadn't realized he had. He devoured the meal in a matter of minutes, licking the thing entirely clean.
Full, warm, and exhausted from the residual sedation, Rin dragged his long heavy limbs over to the massive, King-sized bed in the center of the room. He hesitated, clawing at the thick duvet as if expecting it to trap him, but as he gingerly climbed on top, the sheer, cloud-like softness of the mattress enveloped him.
He curled into a tight ball, his tufted ears finally relaxing just a fraction. As his eyelids grew heavy and sleep began to pull him under, his last lingering thought was of you, your clumsy guidebook, and your soft voice.
What a weird human, Rin thought faintly, burying his muzzle into the plush fabric. Stupidly lukewarm.
—
Weeks bled into a steady, comfortable routine.
Every morning, you would enter his room with the care guide tucked under your arm, more out of habit now than actual necessity, and every morning, Rin would watch you with those sharp, midnight-teal eyes. But the lethal tension in his shoulders was gone. His long, ringed tail no longer lashed against the floor in anger; instead, it twitched with a subtle, curious rhythm.
Slowly but surely, the distance between you shrunk. First it was a few inches, then a few feet, until finally, Rin allowed you to sit on the opposite side of the same rug while he ate. He no longer waited for you to leave the room, though he still kept his ears angled toward you, monitoring your movements as he neatly finished his meal. (Which you found that he liked to stay neat.)
Because of this immense progress, you were able to periodically unbuckle the silicone muzzle throughout the day, giving his jaw a much-needed rest. Without the restraint, he looked just like a normal human, striking looks, with long, eyelashes and a sharp jawline, save for the dark, velvety cat ears poking through his hair and the tail brushing against his ankles.
With his trust growing, you opened the bedroom door for good, happily letting him wander the rest of the house.
Watching Rin explore his new surroundings became your absolute favorite pastime. He was a creature of curiosity.
He would glide through the hallways in complete silence, pausing occasionally to investigate the texture of the heavy velvet curtains or staring intently at the swirling patterns of a marble countertop.
Sometimes, you’d find him perched precariously on the wide back of the living room sofa, his sharp eyes tracking the birds outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, his tufted ears twitching at every distant chirp.
Whenever he caught you watching him, he would immediately stiffen, huffing a quiet, "Lukewarm" under his breath before turning his head away. But he never ran back to his room.
Yet, despite all this incredible progress, a firm, invisible boundary remained.
You had desperately, sadly, wanted to pet him. On multiple occasions, when he was sitting close by or looking particularly relaxed after a meal, you would slowly, predictably raise your hand, keeping it entirely in his line of sight so as not to startle him.
The moment your fingers drifted anywhere near his hair, Rin would freeze. His ears would instantly pin flat against his skull, and his gaze would harden into a glare that practically screamed ‘Don't touch me.’ He wouldn't bite or growl anymore, but the wall he built around himself was loud and clear.
Sighing softly, you would always lower your hand, giving him an understanding smile instead.
He would track your retreating hand, his expression unreadable, before returning to whatever he was doing. He was letting you into his space, letting you feed him, and even letting you see his face uncovered, but his hair was a fortress you hadn't quite conquered just yet.
—
As the weeks drifted into months, the usually empty house began to feel like a home. The heavy silence between you fractured, replaced by small, fragmented conversations. Rin wasn’t much of a talker, usually offering blunt, one-word answers or a dismissive click of his tongue, but he was communicating. And for a hybrid who had completely closed himself off from the world, that was a massive victory.
Being able to leave him home alone was a huge relief, especially since your responsibilities meant you still had to go to the office. To make up for your absence, you made it a point to bring him something new to mess around with almost every single day.
You tried puzzle feeders, expensive chew toys, and laser gadgets, but nothing caught his attention quite like the standard leather football you brought home on a whim. The moment you dropped it on the floor, his tufted ears shot straight up. It turned out to be a double-edged sword; his predatory instincts and athletic talent from Blue Lock meant he destroyed the ball within days, shredding the leather with his claws during intense indoor drills you saw him doing.
You’d already had to replace it twice, but seeing the faint, rare spark of genuine excitement in his eyes made every penny worth it.
Evenings became your shared territory. Rin started joining you in the living room for movies. He still kept his distance, either sitting on the floor right next to your legs or claimining the exact opposite end of the couch, his long tail draped over the cushions.
For most of the films you picked, he was only half-listening. His ears would track the audio lazily, and it was entirely obvious he only stayed because you kept a steady supply of dried meat snacks right next to him.
But everything changed the night you accidentally queued up a thriller. The moment the tense, eerie music swelled and the screen darkened, Rin went completely alert. His eyes narrowed, his posture straightened, and he became absolutely engrossed in the plot. That revelation led you to start buying horror mangas and novels, which you’d often find him quietly flipping through in the afternoons, completely absorbed in the macabre stories.
Then came a grueling Tuesday. A massive project at work ran entirely over schedule, forcing you to stay in the office for hours of overtime. By the time you finally unlocked your front door, it was well past midnight. You stepped into the dark foyer, exhausted to your bones, fully expecting Rin to be dead to the world in his own plush bed.
Instead, your heart completely melted.
There, curled up on the hard floor right by the entrance, was Rin. His dark teal ears were twitching slightly in his sleep, and his tail was tucked securely around his legs. He had waited for you. He had stayed right by the door all day, listening for your car, until exhaustion finally claimed him.
Not wanting to startle him into a defensive reflex, you kept your distance and gently called out his name. "Rin... Hey, Rin. I'm home. Come on, go to bed, it's freezing here."
He didn't budge, only letting out a soft, groggy huff into his shoulder.
Deciding to give him a moment to wake up on his own, you quietly slipped past him to get ready for bed. You washed your face, changed into your pajamas, and walked back out to the foyer to check on him—but the space by the door was empty. Assuming he had finally taken your advice and retreated to his own room, you smiled softly, headed into your master bedroom, and collapsed onto your mattress, falling into a deep sleep within minutes.
An hour later, the door to your bedroom silently creaked open.
Rin stood in the doorway, looking slightly groggy and thoroughly annoyed from being awoken by the cold draft in the hall.
He had grown so used to your presence over the last few weeks that your sudden, extended absence today had left a strange, irritating ache in his chest. He hated it when you came home so late. It made him feel the phantom weight of that old cage.
He padded across the room with quiet steps, stopping right at the edge of your mattress. For a long, quiet minute, he just stood there in the moonlight, staring down at your peaceful, sleeping face.
Finally, with a soft, defeated sigh, he climbed onto the bed. He took up more space than he wanted to, carefully trying to tuck himself into the empty spot right beside you. He pulled the heavy duvet over his shoulders, his dark ears relaxing as the familiar, comforting scent of your laundry detergent and shampoo enveloped him.
Lying there in the dark, Rin looked down at your hand resting open on the pillow. He hesitated for just a second before leaning forward, gently pressing the crown of his head against your palm. He nuzzled into your touch, his soft, midnight-teal hair brushing against your skin as a low, rare purr vibrated in his chest.
It was the exact, affectionate gesture you had been patiently waiting months for.
It was just a terrible, heartbreaking shame that you were such a heavy sleeper.
˚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.
Rin grabbed your wrist too tightly when you were trying to get up. And you flinched.
That was it, something inside him shattered.
"...Why did you do that?"
You freeze. His voice is low— almost calm. But his grip on your wrist don't ease.
"Did what?"
"You pulled away." His gaze lifts to yours, eyes wide, unreadable. "You've never done that before."
You try to smile. "You startled me, that's all."
But he isn't hearing you.
He gets up, steps closer, fingers curling tighter.
"...You're tired of me, aren't you?"
"What? No, Rin—"
"You don't touch me like you used to," he says, his voice rising just slightly. "You sleep so far away now. You always say you're busy. You look at other people like they matter more than me."
You reach for him gently. "Rin, I love you—"
"No you don't."
This time his voice cracks.
And you see it— behind the cold mask, the twisted anger, the biting jealousy:Loneliness.
Terror.
A kind of emptiness that has festered inside him for years.
He pulls you to his chest, arms wrapping around you so tight that it almost hurt.
"You don't get it," he whispers harshly. "I waited my whole fucking life to feel this... this safe. I don't know how to breathe without you anymore."
You try to look up, but his hand has already cradled your head.
"I hate that I love you like this," he hisses. "I hate that I shake when you're gone too long. That I lose my mind wondering who you're with. That every time you smile at someone else, I feel like killing them."
He burys his face in your neck. His voice is muffled, broken.
"Please don't leave me. I promise, I'll try to be good. I'll try not to scare you. Just... don't start pushing me away."
And that's when you realize—This isn't some spoiled obsession.
Rin is a boy who never learned softness.
Never had a home that hugged him back.Never knew what it meant to be held and not hurt. So now, he grips you like salvation.
And he breaks the second you pull away.
You stroke his hair gently and his entire body trembles.
"I'm here," you whisper. "I'm not going anywhere."
He nods. "...Just stay mine," he says softly, hugging you tighter. "Forever."
rin groggily sits up in bed, blinking slowly at the figure standing by the doorframe. he squints at the silhouette—his wonderful girlfriend grinning wide, and wait! there's something in her hand. he rubs his eyes as you take a few steps closer. "i have a little something for you."
"you.. made me a cake?" he flushes red, looking up at you with those puppy-eyes that makes your heart flutter all the same. you swipe a finger across the cream-filled delicacy, retrieving a generous amount of frosting on your index before setting the cake aside. "what are you.." you hook a finger onto the waistband of rin's boxers, seeking permission.
holy shit. you were about to suck his dick for the very first time.
he swallows hard as you cheekily nuzzle your face against his growing heat, and ah, fuck. he's hard now. he steadies himself on the bed and pushes his hips forward, nodding in anticipation as you slip his boxers off. "eager, are we?" you smirk. his cock springs free and he looks away with pursed lips, flustered.
"look at you getting all shy." you smear the frosting right on the head of rin's dick, eliciting a groan from him. "let's see if i'm a good baker." you stick your tongue out, licking from the base right up to his swollen tip. your mouth envelopes his cock with surprising ease, and he nearly cums right then and there. "ah, ah! right there.." rin feels his girth nudge the back of your throat, making him throb.
the sweet tang of batter reaches your tastebuds almost immediately, and for a moment, you take a minute to admire the pretty noises pouring from his lips. he grasps onto your scalp, thumbs rubbing your temple. "come on, move." he demands brattily. you let it slide this once. he's lucky it's his birthday.
"mm, y'so big." you mumble with a mouthful of dick, making him wince from the added sensation. the visual of you bravely deep-throating his shaft with hollowed cheeks—smearing the frosting—all while gagging around the sheer size of it sent him into pure bliss. "i-i'm close, ah—d'you wanna.. pull y'self off now?" he stammers out, voice strained.
you were so focused on giving your boyfriend his special present that you completely ignored his warning. instead of pulling yourself off, you continue sucking at a furious pace, letting rin's cock bruise the back of your throat. his fingers dig into your scalp again. "fuck! 'm close, shit, gonna cum in your mouth, yeah?" you whimper around his dick, running your tongue over his sensitive tip.
rin's vision whites out at the edges and his load shoots right down your throat. his mouth falls open, imitating yours. "haah! shit, s'good for me.." you drink his seed right up, swallowing every last drop before pulling off his messy dick with a loud pop. "good girl." he leans in close, wiping the edge of your mouth with his sleeve. the subtle aftertaste of saccharine and cum settles on your tongue, but you didn't mind.
"open wide. let me see." his thumb tugs on your bottom lip, and you swear one of these days rin was going to make you cum from his voice alone. you comply obediently, and to his surprise, your mouth was completely clean. "fuck, you're so greedy. you swallowed it all, huh?" he hums, satisfied.
"only the best for the birthday boy."
a/n so glad i finished this right on time oml rinnie would not appreciate a late birthday post.. anyway happy bornthday my king this has to be one of my favs 🤤
catboy!rin who refused to go home with anyone, calling them too lukewarm or too tepid, opting to remain at the shelter.
catboy!rin whose ears immediately perk up upon smelling your sweet scent and hearing your voice in the shelter.
catboy!rin who finally agrees to go home with someone(you) since you were captivating and smelled pleasant.
catboy!rin who cautiously sniffs every corner of the house while rubbing on the walls to ensure his minty scent stays while mixing with yours.
catboy!rin who refuses to sleep in the room you prepared for him, deciding that your bed was now his. the eviction of your room led you to sleep in the one meant for him.
catboy!rin who decides to make your life meddlesome, hiding your textbooks when he feels that you’re spending more time on it than on him. also refusing to let you leave the house until you’re absolutely smothered in his peppermint scent, causing you to run late on numerous occasions.
catboy!rin who was startled awake by a thunderstorm one night, ears flattened to the top of his head as his tail swished around anxiously.
catboy!rin who jumps out of his skin at the deafening thunder, scrambling out of bed and running to seek comfort from you.
catboy!rin who wakes you up at 3am from the incessant scratching at the door, which led you to letting him in, confused. you were just about to berate him for waking you but noticed the look of distress on his face and asked what happened.
catboy!rin who shyly explained and requested to be spooned, standing nervously at the door with his tail drooped between his legs.
catboy!rin who immediately wraps the blanket around him after you agreed, opening it sheepishly for you to enter. you wrap your arms around him, his back pressed to your chest as he tucks his head under your chin.
catboy!rin who melts in your embrace, body finally relaxing and breathing evening out. he quietly nuzzled his head against your chin, enjoying your warmth.
catboy!rin who realises that snuggling up with you was way better than sleeping alone and could never fall asleep without your arms snug around him again.
a/n : ackk i fear this blog is js writing practice for me >_<
