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welcome home - megumi fushiguro

w/c : 1.1k

synopsis : you surprise Megumi Fushiguro with a new set of lingerie that you bought online weeks ago.

info : NSFW, softdom!megumi x sub!reader, fem!reader, petnames, talking you through it, oral, p in v, unprotected sex, agedup!megumi, oneshot

other : it’s my birthday today! as my own little gift, i wrote this :). sorry if it’s messy T_T.

The second Megumi comes home, he’s greeted by the temple that is your body. Leaning against the wall, you’re draped in sheer organza, wearing the cutest lingerie you found weeks ago online. It has a bow across your chest with lace contouring your most precious parts.

He takes his motorcycle helmet and gloves off to gently pull you in by the small of your back. Your lips meet with his and it’s a feeling your body will never get used to. The two of you practically melt into each other’s arms against the door.

“Welcome home, my love.” You whisper, and he tucks your hair behind your ear to give a gentle peck.

“You should’ve told me this was waiting for me, I would’ve left earlier…” He mumbles into your hair, his hand tracing patterns down your back. His touch is feather-like, contrasting his toned muscles.

He picks you up with ease and walks to the bedroom you share. Lit candles flicker on top of your dresser and bed side table, and his lips form a smirk. He lowers you to the bed, kneeling in front of you with eyes so eager and so full of intent. The fabric over your shoulders fall delicately onto the bed, rippling like waves. Your legs cross instinctively, leaving him to want what’s between them more.

He kisses your legs, caressing your thighs, as your hands bury into his hair. He stares at you with such love, such intense need to please you.

Your legs tremble open and he starts to kiss your inner thighs.

“Relax, baby. Let me love you.” He murmurs into your skin.

You lean back, your hand still in Megumi’s hair. He places his hand on your inner thigh, his face is inches away from your thinly covered lace panties. One swipe of his tongue sends electricity up your spine, making your head swing back. He kisses it before sliding them down your legs.

You’re messy, but he likes it that way. He likes that you shiver at his touch. Your body, as beautiful as a marbled sculpture, crumbles at his kisses.

He starts slowly placing his tongue inside you and sucking your clit as he watches you tremble. You mumble and let quiet moans escape your lips. His hand holds your left thigh down while your right thigh is placed above his shoulder, pressing against his face.

His tongue worships you. You arch your back, eager to feel it deeper inside you. He arches his tongue up, teasing your spot. Your leg hugs his head, pushing him in but it’s not enough. You need more. His pretty face between your thighs already sends your mind into a spiral but you crave it deeper. Your selfish needs aren’t so selfish when he’s ready to please.

“Gumi please… I n- need you…” You whimper, bucking your hips to feel him more. Your hand is tangled in his hair, clutching at him and pushing his face further down almost subconsciously.

He pulls back from you and you’re left dripping onto the bed. He clumsily takes off his jacket, pulling his shirt up and over his head to reveal the god-given body he was blessed with. Climbing on top of you, he unbuckles his belt and tosses it to the floor. Slowly, he pulls at the bow covering your breasts. His eyes are almost animalistic as he watches it unravel.

“I love you.” He whispers into your ear.

Without any wasted time, your insides are met with the fullness of his cock. Your body shudders under him, vulnerable and needy. You bite onto your lip, bracing for the feeling of him deeper. He makes sure he’s reaching all the way into your womb, pulling you into his sweet embrace.

“C’mon baby you can take it,” he coos as your pussy tightens around his twitching cock, “that’s a good girl, hmm?”

Your mind has only one name in it right now and he aims to keep it that way. You fumble your words, stuttering and moaning as he eases himself from your grasp. Your eyelashes flutter and you give him this begging, pleading look. Eyes wide, brows slightly tense and a little pout to top it all off. It’s his achilles heel.

“You’re so beautiful.” He hums as his pace quickens.

He rams himself inside you, your back arching inward whilst your arms clasp around him. When you dig your nails into his back, you feel him shudder with excitement.

“huff… h- ha… Gumi…”

“Yes baby?”

“mmffph…”

Your mind is blank, your gummy walls squeezing onto his cock as he hits that sweet spot.

“Use your words princess, you can do it.”

“I l- love you…”

“I love… fuck… you too, hun.”

He smashes his lips onto yours, your legs cling onto his torso as you deepen the kiss.

“D- don’t stop… faster-r…”

His pace is erratic, practically animalistic. Your moans get louder and it just makes him harder. Legs trembling around his waist, he makes you plant your feet back onto the bed with a hand around your inner thigh. You can’t help but try to lift your leg up, pushing against his hand but to no avail. It drives you crazy, the way he holds you open for him to fuck you.

“G-Gumi I’m close…”

With that, he’s pushing harder into you. He feels your velvet walls tighten, making it harder for him. He loves the way you squirm as you get close.

“Cum for me, baby, you can do it,” He marks your collarbone, placing kisses on the hickeys he just left. “you’re such a good girl.”

You whine and whimper, pleading for more.

“Baby… I’m- I’m going to cum…” He grunts, sloppily managing to hit your cervix with every pump.

“Inside… pl- please…”

He lets go of your thigh, your legs like magnets to his waist.

“When yo- you beg like that… then,” He exhaled, “stay still for me okay, my love?”

As you swing your head back, letting all your juices cover his thick cock, he fills you up with ribbons of his cum. It’s warm inside of you and your body shivers at the feeling. You clasp onto him hard, draining him of everything. The two of you are panting messes as your plush thighs squeeze against his body.

“You did so well, baby.” He breathes out, his chest beating against yours.

You finally start to give way and let go of him and he litters your face with kisses.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, okay? Do you want a bath too?” He mumbles into your neck while pulling out.

a/n : urghhhh this makes me feel so many things at once T_T. i hope anyone who reads enjoys :). feel free to send in any requests or anything!! ill clean this up later i just need this out my drafts lol.

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breathe - goro akechi

w/c : 700

synopsis : Goro Akechi comforts you through and after an anxiety attack.

info and CW : comfort!goro x hurt!reader, anxiety attack, boyfriend!goro, nb!reader

other : I may have been gone for a year but I’m back to bring my new hyperfixation haha. honestly, i’ve been writing on and off for the duration of my hiatus but never liked anything enough to post it. Anyway, for like the 2 persona fans who follow me, enjoy :).

“Sweetie? Hey- hey hey- honey, what’s going on?”

My heart feels five sizes too big for my ribs and the breaths I take are mechanic and too short or too long for my lungs. I feel like I’m dying and yet my eyes are wide open. Tears escape from my eyes and spill down my face. I am fucking pathetic. My vulnerability is there for him to pick apart and judge and I can’t seem to help myself. He’ll laugh. He’ll get angry. I should’ve never let him see me like this. I’m burdening him.

Goro grabs my hands, cooing me and hushing me to focus on my breathing.

“Goro?” My voice wavers.

“Yes, hun?”

“Goro, I can’t breathe I’m scared.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. You’re here, with me, we’re going to try breathing on my count, okay? You’re doing so well. Can you try and focus on my voice?”

I barely manage a nod.

“Alright, you’re doing so good, okay?”

He begins to count from one to four slowly. I follow his lead. One. Breathe in. Two. Hold. Three. Breathe out. Four. Hold. All the while he’s reassuring me and holding me. I’m so close I can hear his heartbeat. For a moment that’s all I can focus on. We repeat this a few more times and this aching, sinking feeling in me begins to subside.

“You’re okay, baby. I’ve got you. You’re safe, my love.”

“I’m so sorry, Goro. I’m so, so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“No- sweetie it’s okay. You’re okay, don’t apologise, you have no need to say sorry. I’m here for you. I love you.”

This house of cards I meticulously built, my strong and unwavering image, is crumbling to dust with every heaving breath I take. I can’t help but melt into his arms, taking up space I don’t deserve. Why am I so unwilling to accept good things in my life? My thoughts escape me the moment I begin to reach for them and all I can muster is a feeble sob.

“Hun, I’m going to get you some water, okay? Keep focusing on your breathing and just stay here. I’ll be back in two seconds, I promise.”

He places soft kisses on my forehead, ever so carefully caressing my hair. I take his hand and hold it for as long as I can before he leaves. God, please don’t take him from me. Looking up from the mess that I am, I anticipate the annoyance in his face. The hint of disgust behind eyes that wear comfort and stability as a mask. Something that reminds me of what I truly deserve.

When he comes back, water in hand, his eyes only reveal his concern for me. I search endlessly to find a reason why I deserve such kindness and I’m left drawing blanks at every end. He clasps my hands and places the cup in my palms and guides me to drink. After little sips, he slowly plants kisses along my forehead.

There is no greater comfort than his touch. Tired and unbecoming, I let myself become weak for him. To love him was like a religion, and I was a martyr. There is something so undoing about his kiss that my body just melts at the slightest touch of his lips. With him, I feel alive. I can’t imagine a life without him. Rather, I don’t want to. I want our pictures in every corner of our house. I want to lay here and let this moment consume my whole life. Selfish, I know. But maybe I can be a little selfish, just for today.

I turn my face to him, eager for his soothing voice.

“Am I a good enough victim?”

He stares for a moment, eyes basking in mine.

“That doesn’t matter, my love. There is no such thing as a good or bad victim.”

He lifts his hand and tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. His touch is soft, almost reluctant. He cares for me like an art restorer to their most valued painting. I lean into his hand, desperate for time to stop so I can memorise the way this feels.

We sit here for a moment, holding each other. No words, nothing has to be said anyway. Things will be okay. Even when they aren’t, they will be. God, I love him.

a/n : this is a lot shorter than my other fics but I hope you enjoyed regardless :). Just needed to get something out there haha.

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meows at you

rawr :3

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gamer boy rambles - feat. jjk men

w/c: 2k

synopsis : how it would be like if you were partners with the jjk men as gamers

info : includes (in order) - megumi, yuuji, inumaki, gojo and geto, fluff, ramble, gamer au, nb!reader

other : im so happy you all enjoyed my last fic so much!! i didn't expect it to get that much traction especially being a new writer and all, but i just got lucky i guess :D this ones super sweet and i hope you all enjoy :)

fushiguro megumi

synopsis : you and megumi live together in a city apartment and one night you find him on his PC, unable to shake off this restless feeling.

Your eyes flutter open to Megumi at his desk, headset on but scrolling on his phone. Your shared apartment feels more like a long-time home whenever it's the quiet nights like this. His sleepless eyes and rough bed hair still look flawless no matter how effortless it is. The light of his monitor reflects on his eyes and when the contrasting "Match Found!" graphics are flashing on the screen, his whole posture straightens in concentration. Kicking off the comforter and gently placing your plushie beside you, the whiplash of sitting up too fast kicks in. You make your way sluggishly to the bottom of the bed, closer behind the brightly lit corner of the room. Lightly tapping Megumi on his arm, he turns to face your half-open eyes with his sleep deprived ones.

"Can't sleep, Gumi?" You mumble.

He shrugs and looks to the Totoro clock the two of you found thrifting a while back. He was always attentive and often surprised you with little trinkets he'd pick up on his way home. The clock was something special though. A memento of the day he asked you to come live with him. He bought it after you pointed it out, and on the walking trail you always take with him, he gifted it to you muttering, "This would look good in our house wouldn't it?". He'll never forget the way you looked that day, under the scattered sunlight and the hushed wind.

"You need to go back to bed, you've got an early lecture today."

You grumble at the mention of your class and crawl into Megumi's arms, sitting in his lap with your legs sprawled over his other arm. You give him a long, desperate kiss before your head lolls to rest on his shoulder. While you were sleeping, he makes sure not to move too much or too quick, even at the behest of his teammates. Your sleep was much too important to ruin over a virtual game.

itadori yuuji

synopsis : you are cooking food for yuuji as he's on his PC in the living room, playing with some friends.

The hiss of the oil hitting the pan sliced through the humid summer air. You were making some late night omurice for you and your fiancé, who was winding down after a long day at work. When he came home, it was like his face melted into a constant strained expression. He grumbled a bit before picking you up into his arms and squeezing you tight, his tense body finding every curve of your body. He'd go on to kiss you sloppily before exhaling his worries away.

"Tough day again?" You nuzzled your nose into his and a smile started to play against his mouth.

"The air conditioner stopped working and it was like living in the 9th circle of hell! I just wanted to go home to you as quick as I could..." He exhasperated and whined like a teenager, but he never really complains.

You make a quick pass his way to see him fully engrossed in his game. There are times you feel bad, seeing as he hasn't upgraded his computer since his highschool days. The back of the chair curves outwards from it's strain against the duct tape holding it together. That doesn't matter too much, because he's always leaning forward to vaguely resemble a taco and peer intently on his slanted monitor. You've asked and almost begged multiple times to get a better set up, but every time he refuses deeming the purchase to be unimportant if his current one works 'just fine'.

"OH YOU MOTHERFUCKER."

"NO WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT-"

"I've made a serious lapse in judgement-"

Incoherent babble comes spewing out of his mouth but you pay little to no mind. It's comforting to know that you and him have come so far. The remnants of nervousness or hesitation to say anything had passed long ago, and suddenly you're planning a wedding. There's nothing quite like being in love with Yuuji. His love is like a storm and yet you remain untouched from the ruthless nature.

You call out his name and he immediately closes his game to come and help you with setting up the dinner table. He always litters your face with little quick pecks of appreciation beforehand though.

toge inumaki

synopsis : you and inumaki have just started going on dates after being mutual friends and he's showing off his room to you for the first time.

Chills creep against your back while Inumaki opens his room door for the first time. What if he has something weird? You were antsy to see what his place looked like; for him to share something so sacred and special to him was unusual but you wanted to know him on a deeper level. Before coming to his place, he asked if you could wait outside for him at a GameStop and you, of course, obliged.

When the door eases open, you finally get to see his room for the first time. He was always a secretive person, keeping his space from your mutual friends. So, when he asked if you wanted to go back to his place to play some games, you were pleasantly surprised. His bed had a grey comforter and a cute little yellow plushie that sat in front of his pillows. This little ball of golden cuteness was spotted in various spots of his room - on top of his dresser, stickers on his PC, on his desk and even as little pencils.

You gaze in amazement, partially because of how cozy it all is, and how much this reveals about himself. Inumaki slides past you to place his new purchase amongst this collection of other mini yellow plushies that are all lined up on his dresser.

"This is adorable! I didn't know you liked collectibles so much Innie! Where is this little guy from?" You ask, encouraging him to open up to you. He gives you a suprised look, a smile curling at his lips.

"This is from this game I really like and it's like the little mascot of the game and it's like this little pet that follows you around and it's just so cute I named my one in the game Bloop and I gave him little armour so he wont get hurt and it's like one of my favourite games ever I love playing it so much I have like 200 hours on it..." Periodically he'd look into your eyes to check if you're listening and your attentiveness reaffirms his trust in you.

He gives a wry smile before coming over to the edge of his bed where you're sat. He's never been one to initiate much and even less to express his feelings through physical touch. But something clicked for him. Some kind of connection, a spark, that led his hand to hold yours. Slowly, you both find each other's lips and plant your first kiss together in his bedroom. That kiss was a small budding flower of the garden that will blossom between you two.

satoru gojo

synopsis : you and gojo are partnered to work on an assignment together, but he keeps getting distracted.

Tick, tick, tick.

You stare at the blank word document on your laptop, already tired just thinking about the work you have to do. Satoru, your group partner and boyfriend, was your last saving grace from completely zoning out of your professor's class. Outside this small cafe in the corner between the subway and your campus, the frosty snow continued to drop from the grey sky. It was around this time last year when you and Satoru got together.

--

"You know, being the loudest in the room doesn't mean you're always going to get your way."

You mumbled under your breath, annoyed at this white-haired man suddenly appearing and enamouring all of your friends. Admittedly, he was beautiful. He could do the things he does because of it, and you wanted to wipe his smug expression right off his face. His eyes looked misty under the flickering street lights of the car park, selfishly taking up all the brightness that the lamp had to offer. He was your textbook definition of perfect. Call it immature, but you just wanted to see him for who he really is.

His smile wavers when looking your way and when you shoot a look his way, he doesn't look away. When everyone decided to get drinks, you opted out to be able to drive your friends when they were ready and to wind down in your own way.

" 'Toru, you comin'?"

"Nah... I, uh, I think I'm going to the gym." The string of a lie was being spun between each charismatic word his lips let out. You walked towards your car when a firm hand is placed on your shoulder. When you spin around, rife with cold shock, you're met face to face with the perfect man himself. His cold gaze scanned you meticulously, only further deepening this sense of stillness. His lips part, hesitating to speak as if it took every ounce of his being to say something that he felt true in his soul.

"You see me, don't you?"

--

"You must really like my new hair down look, huh? Keep staring at me like I'm a God~" He teases with a coy tongue out, holding your hand from across the table. You pay no mind to the time that has passed and stare at his gentle hand over yours. Veins trail their path up his forearm and into his biceps, leaving beautiful lines in their way.

"I literally have no idea what to write I'm screwed..." You whine, slumping over your laptop. "Lemme see what you have down!" You decide and spin his laptop around.

Unsurprisingly, he has 3 tabs open on his screen. One is his work in the corner, another is a stream of his favourite e-sports player and another is a game of chess. Typical.

"Noo!! Give it baaaack you're gonna waste my move!" He winges and shakes your hand in a playfully aggressive way. He's never been one to focus, even on study dates like these. Working on a project with him was going to be harder than partnering with anyone else, but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

suguru geto

synopsis : geto is crying a bit over the ending of a game and you comfort him and end in cuddles.

Your voice bounces off the thin walls of your cottage home. You'd always dreamed of having a home with it's own personality, with this little building sitting on the edge of a megacity close to work. The little scuffs on the wall from all the nights wine drunk where Suguru had to carry you to the bedroom.

The silence wasn't all that concerning. Sometimes your husband was so engrossed in the things he was doing that he'd forget the time, simply existing within this concentrated flow state. You set your feet on the hardwood floor, wandering to the warmly lit living room. There, on the couch, sat your intensely focused husband, with a headset on and what looks like end credits rolling on your TV screen.

You place your hand on his shoulder and your heart completely sinks. His face is puffy and his cheeks are lightly stained with tears. It's rare to see him broken down to his core like this. From instinct, you pull him closer to your chest, stroking his hair softly and hushing his soft sobs.

"Love, it's okay. What's wrong?" You whisper into his forehead, kissing the top of his head.

"I finished that game I showed you and-," His sentence breaks with sniffles and cries, "and my family they- ... I got the bad ending and- and they died..." He finally finishes the string of words that seemed to catch in the middle of his throat.

"It's okay my love, it's okay..." You repeat in a voice that just barely reaches a whisper.

Suguru, your usually stoic partner, has his heart pouring into you. His love spills from the gaps between your hands and you can only hold so much of him at once. You feel him unravelling in your arms and you can only do so much as to caress the weight of his emotions away. Between the softness of your touch and your voice that seems to repeat the same sentiment to no avail, he holds you like you are a lighthouse to a sailor.

For a while, you two just stay there holding each other. When the sobs have quieted and the night starts to darken the evening light, you two are intertwined on the couch, revelling in the presence of each other. Moments like these are nothing short of the tranquility you've always yearned for.

a/n: hi!! this is sorta rushed and in the middle of it i started to feel a little insecure about my writing T_T i hope this still reads well and that you enjoy :)

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complacent - feat. itoshi rin

w/c: 2.5k

synopsis : your brother's friend, rin, comes over after a match to analyse their plays together and hang out. you're busy yelling at your teammates in-game when rin comes in to teach you how to properly aim.

info : NSFW, dom!rin x fem!reader, oneshot, brother's best friend au, smut, gamer!reader, pet names (bunny, princess, good/pretty girl), unprotected sex, slight dry humping, swearing, marking/hickeys, slightly jealous rin, feat. gamer friend!nagi

other : this is my first time uploading my fics here hehe, hope you enjoy!

"Nagi, can you properly smoke off A site for me next time?" The annoyance in your voice seethes through each word.

"M'kay but only if you properly defend the site next time" He retorts.

"Fuck you, Nagi." You sigh, "I'll be back, don't start another match without me I'm gonna get some water". Nagi hums in response as you hear the faint sounds of a Reddit storytime through your headset.

You mute your mic before standing up and stretching your legs, your whole body shaking from the sudden movement. The fabric of your t-shirt reaches your mid-thigh as you ease your body back down. The absence of shorts was so freeing, especially in the brisk afternoons of the blossoming spring season. Unfortunately, your door hinges have been broken ever since you slammed it a little too hard. So when you pull the door open wider, the brief thought of your brother and his friend coming back from their football match enters your mind. You sneak a glance from out of your room, searching for any sign that they're still here when you notice your brother's car keys missing from the bowl near the front door.

Grabbing the empty cup in your room, you step out onto the cold floor of your house with your sights on the kitchen pantry with its newly stocked snacks. With a smile creeping on your face, you open the pantry only to be greeted with… Kikkoman soy sauce and an open multi-pack of instant ramen. The disappointment bites into your stomach. ‘I’ll just steal some of his food when he comes back’ your mind is already planning what he might bring home for himself you.

Luckily, you’re prepared for your annoying brother to do annoying things. Pushing past the random assortment of ingredients and sauces you reach into the cupboard for your hidden stash. You grab your snack and turn around to refill your cup with some water when you hear a creak of the floorboards. Fuck.

Your heart picks up and your eyes follow straight to the turquoise eyes of your brother’s friend, Rin. He’s staring right at you, unsettlingly. It’s not like you guys hate each other, nor are you best friends either. He’s just someone your brother hangs out with, but this is the first time you get to really look at him.

Before, you’d just hide in your room as your brother and his friends would come over, semi-afraid of them and also wanting to give them privacy so your brother could do the same when your friends came over. You’ve seen Rin play when you’d go to your sibling’s matches and his name was often passed around as the best player on his team. However, your brother’s expression would grow stiff with a sense of rage when mentioning Rin’s plays. Jealousy, maybe? Now that he’s standing right there for you to see, you feel embarrassed in the presence of such a highly-praised player.

You dare to look up into his mosaic-like eyes and notice how expressionless he is, as if he were a living portrait. For a moment, you really thought he was inanimate until he furrowed his brows and started to watch each part of you. Analyzing each part of your body like you were prey, he stares at you with that same mundane look on his face.

You quickly turn back to the tap and fill your cup with water, now deadly aware of his stare.

“Hey.” He tries to fill the silence between you two, though his attempt yields more awkward tension than before.

“Uh, hi…”

“You’re uh… his younger sibling?” He asks as if he’s never spoken a word until today. His voice is flat but you can tell there's an air of nervousness around the two of you.

You nod as you begin to walk past him.

“Where’d he go?”

“Somewhere to get take out… I forgot where but, uh, yeah…” He trails off.

God, what is with this awkward silence?

You look back before you walk into the hallway to your room and you see him lean his back against the kitchen countertop, staring into the floor and clasping the sides of his cheekbones with his thumb and index. His dark ivy locks falling above his eyes and the way his body shapes himself against the counter - it’s all so… enamoring.

Glancing at his hand on the countertop, you can only imagine the type of training he does to get his veins running up his forearm like that. The man behind all these super goals - this was him. To avoid his eyes finding yours again, you sneak back into your room, door ajar no matter how many times you try to close it, and now you're back to the light of your monitor and the deafening sounds of the game.

--

Holy shit, she's beautiful.

Rin could barely, fucking, breathe. He knew you were pretty, but he didn't realize you were that pretty. The other members of the team would tease your brother about how they only come over to get a glance at his sister and Rin would scrunch his nose in utter repulse. How could these lukewarm losers ever think of being acknowledged by you? A goddess amongst men. He believed that when the sun hides itself behind the clouds, it's shying away from your radiance. A million lifetimes and yet you exist in his, and oh how lucky he feels to live alongside someone like you.

Almost subconsciously, he walks to your room, his head spinning with all the times your eyes have passed over him during his matches. Whenever he scored, he'd make a quick glance your way, trying to see if you were looking and he was always sourly disappointed when you would be looking at your phone or looking somewhere else. When you were looking, his heart would bounce around his ribcage and his stoic expression would melt into a small smile.

But when you were looking and cheering on for someone else's goal? He'd seethe with malice. His jaw would clench and it didn't matter who had the ball - opponent or not; he'd make sure the next goal would be his.

So, to see you stare at him with your doe eyes, was more than he could take. He watched the way your hair flowed down your scalp, the slight part in your lips, the way your t-shirt covered the parts Rin wanted most, and the scent of lavender in your hair and fresh floral notes on your skin. When his mind started to wander places elsewhere, he had to stop himself from pursuing the thought any further. He wanted so bad to hold you, right there, and feel the way you press against his body. Memorize every part of you.

Before he could process what he was doing, he was already outside your room, leaning against the doorframe. He pushes the door out so you notice him, but your focus is solely on your game. Your legs were perched on your chair and your whole face steeled with concentration. It wasn't until you died, that you noticed he'd been standing out there watching you.

--

"You suck at this game." Rin scoffs.

What is he doing here?

"And you'd be any better?" You glare back at him, but your eyes start wandering and you have to look back at your monitor before blushing at these unyielding thoughts of him.

"Let me play. You're losing anyway." He walks over to you and you begin to notice yourself critically. You begin to notice your legs being squished up against your body as you play or how your posture is harshly curved into a 'C' shape, so you straighten up and start to fiddle with your hair, desperately shaping it into something a little more presentable. Why should I care? He'd never see me like that anyway.

"Fine, one round but if you lose you owe me ice cream." You barter, he nods in response. Satisfied with this deal, you stand up from your chair and watch as he adjusts the chair for himself.

Once the next round starts, his face changes ever so slightly to concentrate on his player movements. Every swipe of the mouse and touch of the keyboard is intentional when he plays, all while being silent. You can hear Nagi through the headset impressed at, what he thinks is, your kill streak. Rin kills the last two guys in quick precise motions that the opponents begin to accuse you of cheating.

"Y/N are you seriously using Aimbot right now?" Nagi asks, dumbfounded at your sudden spike in gameplay.

Rin looks back at you with this smug, self-confident look and you roll your eyes in response.

"Here I'll show you what you're doing wrong." He pats his thigh, motioning you to sit down in his lap. Your heart starts drumming and you sit down on his left thigh. Flustered, your shaky hands grab on the mouse and keyboard to play the next round.

"Uh, is this okay?" You quietly ask, embarrassed as all hell.

"Mhm." He whispers back into your ear and you start to move around to get to a comfortable spot. Your bare thighs are touching his left leg and you can feel his chin resting above his shoulder. When the next round starts, you play as you normally do.

"Here, aim up more." Suddenly, his hand is on top of yours and he aims your crosshair upwards. He's giving you tips on how to play but all you can think about is the way his hand feels against yours. Rougher, but slender and light. He smells of fresh linen and hints of citrus, his body covering yours completely. His arms, fuck, his arms. Strong and muscular, every tendon feeling taught against his shirt. Your fragile heart could barely take it all in. He was overbearingly beautiful.

"Are you even paying attention?" He asks against your ear and you try to move your focus towards the game. His breath was hot against your skin and you tried hard not to think about what it would feel like to indulge in his lips. You find someone camping at their spawn and you shoot, just like you were told. The round ends with you killing the last enemy and you look at him and smile.

He grabs onto your waist, looks back at you, and whispers, "Good girl". His nose is pressed against yours and you're staring into each other's eyes before you move in a little bit closer to hover your lips above his. Moments pass before he hugs your waist tighter and gently places a kiss against your lips. Pure ecstasy. You'd never imagined that this would ever take place, ever - and yet here you are. Kissing Itoshi Rin. You press yourself closer to him, your arms on his shoulders and around the headrest. Permitting yourself to the delicate and slow kisses he leads with, you close your eyes to memorize each movement. You burn the feeling of his hand against your back and the other caressing your thigh into your mind.

Your body aches for him, and his does too. You bite the bottom of his lip, playfully teasing your tongue into his and you start to feel him poking against your thigh. You smile as you kiss him further and when you release your lips from his, you look at his pretty lashes flutter open when he looks back at you. Ah, fuck.

"Please" you whisper into his ear as you grind up against him a little bit more. That's all he needed to hear to slide your panties down, undo his pants and free his needy cock from his boxers.

"Ready, bunny?" He grumbles into your collarbone as you hum a response. His hands place you on top of him, the slick of your wetness and his pre-cum squeezing onto him. Rin's cock twitches as you take him in with gasps and heavy moans. He reaches inside of you, touching the insides of your walls and eagerly trembling for more. Before you can speak, he's already making quick work of your body and easing you up and down.

"Mmngh- R- Rinnie…" He grunts in response and slaps your ass, warranting a moan and for you to clench around him tighter. The sounds of your skin slapping against each other, paired with your beautiful moans were already edging Rin closer and closer.

His cock felt so good. The way it hit the right spots and the way his hands grasped at your body desperately - he made you feel like you were practically melting into him. "You-re a- all mine, okay bunny?" He teases as your pussy tightens around his length. You moan in response and kiss the side of his neck sloppily.

"Fuck, I'm- hngh, close…" He managed to pant out, exasperated by the feeling of your pussy. "Mm~ pl- please… Rin-rin… ple- ah!" He's already bouncing you faster on him, your head spinning with the way he's fucking you. He groans and marks you from your collarbones all the way down to your tits. A knot begins to tighten inside of you and your moans become more erratic and loud as he continues to fuck your insides.

"Come to me, princess." He moans and repeats against your skin and pulls you closer to feel you release against him. You're so tight and he can barely move against your grip as the both of you cum. His warm liquid fills you up, making you feel all sticky inside. "That's a good girl, hm?" He whispers between pants as he slows down and rides out both of your highs. Fuck, he felt so good.

As you begin to kiss him again, you hear your brother's car rumble into the driveway. Ah, shit. Rin rushes to kiss you one more time before sliding you off of him and replacing his cock with his fingers. Your thighs close around his hand as he reaches inside of you again.

"Rinnie- my brother's~ a- ah, he's- mmngh-" His fingers are moving inside and curling perfectly into the spot he just fucked.

"Open wide for me."

Your mouth is open with your tongue out as he places his fingers on your tongue and inside of your mouth. You lick his cum off clean and he pulls your panties back up before zipping his pants back up too. Rin grabs the tissues from your bedside table and wipes the evidence clean. He kisses your forehead and moves your shirt so your brother won't notice all the marks down your collarbone.

"Yo! What're you doing outside my sister's door?" Your brother questions with a bag of takeout in one hand.

"Watching them play that shitty game. They suck at it, by the way." His gaze lingers on you a little longer before following your brother back into his room. Your pussy is still warm and aching from what just happened and it takes a while for you to realize that your team won and Nagi's already pestering you to respond to him before he queues you two into another match.

a/n: aa this is my first time uploading smut hehe I hope you enjoyed! I'd love requests and ideas for more bllk oneshots/ff's :) I adore rin so much hehehe I hope this was enjoyable for any readers out there!

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