SYNOPSIS: Your childhood best friend, Rin, can’t cum without hearing your voice.
WARNINGS: nsfw, smut, masturbation, dubcon (?), aged up characters, unknowing reader, mentions of virginity, reader is discussed to have female anatomy, dirty talk
AUTHORS NOTE: first time writing smut, kinda nervous (this is definitely ooc mb guys ☹️)
You and Rin have been friends since childhood, attached by the hip. He only ever confided in you. Seeking you out after anything happened, if he lost or won a game, if someone was pissing him off on the team, how big his ego has become. And you were always there, ready to support him through any of it.
He had liked you for years now. Ever since you showed up to his first football game holding a giant banner you made for him.
Rin told himself that he would never act on those feelings, especially considering the fact you didn’t share them.
But here he found himself, laying on his bed, pent up at 2:34 am, with no sign of release.
It was embarrassing, but Rin only ever masturbated to scenarios of you.
You bent over, wearing one of those short skirts you seemed to like so much. Or you helping him with all of his football frustrations.
He groaned, and inched his hand down to his boxers, cupping his half-hard cock. Rin wanted so badly to know what you sounded like, what your sweet pussy would feel like around him.
He moved his hand to pull his erection out, rubbing the leaky tip gently. Rin let out a whimper due to the feeling.
Slowly, he began to slip his hand up and down his cock, trying to imagine it was your hand instead. Oh how sweet you’d be to him, telling him how proud you were and how good he was being.
The thought alone has Rin curling his toes.
But no matter how many times he pictures you, it doesn’t work. He’s been at it for thirty minutes now, coming up with different scenarios.
You sneaking into the locker room after a game, rewarding rin for all of his hard work. He’d drop to his knees and lift up your skirt, admiring how wet you already were from just the thought of him.
Then, he’d use two fingers to slide your panties to the side, licking a long stripe across your folds. You’d shove your fingers in his hair, trying to hold onto anything for stability as he ate you out like a starved man.
After making you cum all over his tongue, he’d let you paw at his pants, trying to get his cock out. You’d moan at the pure sight of it, and try to pleasure him with your hands, but he wouldn’t let you. He’d pin you to the wall, and shove the whole thing into you at once, watching your face as he splits you open. He’d thrust into you at an inhuman pace, making you beg for more.
Normally, he would’ve already been done jacking off at the thought of eating you out, but for some reason he couldn’t reach his climax.
His thoughts are interrupted by the buzz of his phone.
Rin keeps one hand stroking his cock, and used the other one to answer the incoming call without bothering to look at the caller id.
“Rinnie! I’ve been calling you for ages!”
At the sound of your voice his cock pulses, forcing him to bite back a moan.
“Mhm, what do you need so late?” he asks trying to fighting back any sounds, putting your voice on speaker as he throws his phone somewhere in the sheets.
“What’s with the attitude? Someone’s oughta put you in your place!”
Rin’s hips buckled up to meet his hand at the thought of you putting him in his place. Spitting in his face and being rough with him.
All that can be heard through the call is the sound of Rin’s hand moving up and down his fully hardened cock.
“What are you doing? There’s like a weird wet sound.”
“N-nothing—ngh,” Rin can barely contain himself as he comes closer and closer to his release. As he approaches it, he also becomes more bold.
“Have you—shit—ever uhm masturbated?”
You gasp on the other end of the phone, “why are you asking that!” You can feel your face flush.
The smacking sound from Rin’s end only gets louder.
“Do you touch yourself—t-thinking about me?”
“Rin! What are you saying?”
You can really feel the flush now, but not only on your face. You begin to feeling the tingling sensation inbetween your thighs, squeezing them together to get some comfort.
Rin almost laughs at the way your voice cracks with nerves. “Are you—hah—still a virgin?”
“y-yeah, but there’s nothing wrong with that! I’m saving myself.”
Rin could’ve came right there. Picturing himself to be the one to ruin you, making you a cock-drunk whore for him.
He feels his climax coming, the wet sound becoming more intense as his moans become harder to fight back.
“T-tell me, ah—what do you think about when you rub that pretty clit”
You squeeze your thighs harder together, “I think of you..”
“me doing what, sweet girl? use that voice”
You try to ignore the embarrassment coming over you. “You making me take the whole thing, pounding into me without a break”
“cmon, I know you can say it”
And with that, Rin finally meets his release. Cumming all over his chest and hand, he lets out a loud moan.
Catching his breath, Rin grabbed the phone. “Mhm, do you want to see the mess you made me?”
Rin facetimes you and turns on his camera. Flipping to the back one, he reveals his predicament. His cock was still half hard, and the tip was flushed red. Streaks of cum were left all over his chest, thighs, and hand.
“All that for you,” he says with a groggy voice.
“It’s pretty,” you murmur
Rin lets out an exhausted laugh, “hm, you should see it in person.”
The next morning, Rin almost tries to strangle himself out of pure embarrassment.
He was so sleep deprived that he didn’t think about what he was doing at all.
How stupid could he have been to do that to you? Oh god, you probably thought he was a creep now. And on top of it, you were coming by his house in an hour to hang out.
Would you mention it? Or maybe you just wouldn’t come.
He could only dream, because sooner rather than later, your knock could be heard at the door.
“This is either going to be the best or worst hangout of my life,” he sighs to himself one last time before opening the door.
“H-hi Rinnie!” the sound of your nervous voice hits him like a train.
Unable to control his composure, his face reddens.
“Come in, let’s go to my room.”
As he shuts his bedroom door behind you two, he expects you to shout at him, call him a pervert, anything.
But what he didn’t expect was for you to climb onto his lap and ask if you could see it in person.
You were going to be the death of Rin Itoshi.
(lowkey we need more perv Rin in this world)
