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captainshindo · 28 days ago

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Autopilot (fluff)

a/n: 95.7% of you guys voted for me to write it, so here I am. Sae might me ooc I’m sorry:’) this is my first time writing an actual fic so bear with me chat

The afternoon sun was mellow, casting a golden hue over the streets as you and Sae walked side by side, the world around you fading into the background. Your feet moved with no real thought, just a soft rhythm of steps in time with his. It was as if your body knew exactly what to do, without any input from your mind.

You had no idea where you were going, no idea how long you’d been walking, but somehow, you didn’t mind. Being with Sae made everything feel… effortless. Your mind had already switched off, and your body moved naturally beside him, like a quiet dance. Every little step, every breath, you were in sync.

Sae, as usual, was leading. You didn't mind that either. There was a sense of safety in it—the way he seemed to know exactly where to go, how to move. It was like he could predict the future. And you? You were perfectly content to let him take charge.

Your hand brushed against his once, twice, and you didn't even think to pull away. The contact was grounding, comforting, and with him so close, you felt completely at ease.

“Hmm…” Sae’s voice cut through the air lazily, breaking your tranquil autopilot state. “You’re really not even paying attention, huh?”

You blinked, trying to focus on him. “Huh?”

Sae glanced over at you, a small smirk on his face. “You almost walked straight into that post.”

You looked ahead, realizing you were about to smack your forehead into a signpost up ahead, oblivious to it until he mentioned it.

Before you could even react, Sae’s hand was already at your waist, pulling you closer with such nonchalance that it felt natural. You immediately felt the warmth of his touch, and without thinking, you relaxed further into him, a small sigh escaping your lips.

“See?” he murmured. “If I didn’t guide you, you’d be walking into every obstacle in sight.”

You laughed softly, feeling a little embarrassed, but there was no tension in the air. Sae didn’t seem annoyed or frustrated, just amused. He pulled you even closer, keeping you tucked safely against him as you continued walking, your steps slower now.

His hand remained on your side, an anchor that kept you from drifting too far into your own head, your body following his pace effortlessly.

“Is this how you always are when we’re together?” he asked, voice calm, but there was a curious edge to it.

You blinked again, unsure how to explain the strange calmness that washed over you whenever you were near him. “I… I think so. I just… feel really safe with you.”

Sae’s eyes softened for a fraction of a second, but it was gone before you could fully register it. He gave a slight chuckle, his grip tightening just a touch. “Safe, huh? That’s a first.”

You didn’t really know how to respond to that. It wasn’t like you’d ever had to say it out loud before. It was just how you felt around him. Every interaction, every step you took with him, was like this invisible safety net beneath you. You didn’t have to think, didn’t have to worry. You were allowed to just... exist.

“I guess it’s easy to relax when I don’t have to worry about running into things,” you said quietly, your voice almost teasing but without any real conviction. You didn’t need to worry. Sae had you.

He didn’t respond with words, but the way he shifted his hand to your back, guiding you further into his side, told you everything you needed to know. It was as if he was saying, “I’ve got you” without needing to say a word.

The two of you walked in silence for a while, and as you passed more obstacles, whether it was another signpost or someone else walking ahead, you never once felt the need to adjust your steps. Your body automatically shifted, your movements smooth and unthinking.

But Sae’s presence was ever there, the subtle guidance keeping you from harm. Every now and then, you felt the pressure of his hand on you, subtly guiding you to the left, the right, or just holding you closer when you got too close to something. It was gentle, but firm—like a quiet protector in the background, making sure nothing would disrupt your peaceful, autopilot state.

Eventually, you reached a quieter part of the park, and Saé finally allowed the both of you to slow down. He stopped for a moment and let you rest against a tree, the shade cool against your skin.

“Sometimes, I wonder if I’ll ever get you to stop following me,” he said lightly, though there was something more tender in his tone now. He stood close, looking down at you.

You looked up at him, a little dazed from how effortlessly your body had followed his movements. “I don’t know if I’d want to.”

His lips curled slightly. “Yeah?”

You nodded, more relaxed than you had ever felt. “Yeah. When I’m with you, I don’t have to think. I just know... I’m safe.”

There was a brief pause before Sae chuckled, his eyes looking distant for just a moment. “ I wouldn’t mind you staying in my orbit for a while,” Sae had said, his gaze on you, not teasing but more... tender, if you could even describe it that way.

As you both stood there, your body still in that lazy autopilot state, it became clear that you didn’t need to think to feel at ease.

Your chest tightened, a surge of warmth flooding your body. The words took a moment to sink in, and once they did, the overwhelming feeling of affection bubbled up inside you. You squeezed your eyes shut, letting out an eek of surprise. “Oh my god,” you muttered, flustered, unable to process how much you were suddenly feeling. "Sae, please… give me a break."

He smirked, his usual cocky grin creeping back onto his lips, but there was something that made your heart skip. “What now? You’re not usually so shy.”

“I—I just—” You stammered, feeling your face grow impossibly warmer as the weight of his attention seemed to press against you from all sides. It was as if he’d pulled you out of your autopilot mode and suddenly, you were hyper-aware of every little detail, every small movement, every brush of his hand. “I just… can’t—!”

Sae took a small step toward you, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Can’t what?”

Your breath hitched, and the words tumbled out before you could stop them. “Can’t… handle how much I like you.” You winced at your own outburst, the confession slipping out too quickly. It was like your body had completely forgotten to filter what your heart was screaming.

But then he was so close, and his hand was gently brushing against yours. The proximity made you squeak, hands fidgeting nervously at your sides.

Sae chuckled, the sound rich and warm. “You’re cute when you’re flustered,” he said, his voice low as he casually closed the distance between you two. His hand moved to your shoulder, giving you a little nudge, his touch now comfortable, but with the intensity of his attention making you feel like you were floating. “You’ve been orbiting me this whole time, haven’t you? Guess it’s my turn to pull you closer.”

You let out another small, high-pitched eek, looking up at him with wide eyes. The sudden warmth of his hand on your shoulder, the way his presence surrounded you, made your heart race. “Sae, please… I don’t—” Your words failed you, and you could only manage a breathless laugh, feeling like you might just melt from all the affection overload.

Before you knew it, Sae was standing right in front of you, his hands gently cupping your face with such ease, like it was the most natural thing in the world. You blinked up at him, feeling your chest tighten, and he gave you that soft smile again, his thumb brushing across your cheek.

“Shh,” he murmured, the playful glint in his eyes now softened with something deeper. “No need to say anything. I can tell how much you like me.” He leaned in closer, his forehead resting against yours for a brief, intimate moment. “I don’t mind this at all, you know?”

Your heart skipped a beat. “I—I really like you, Sae,” you breathed, feeling utterly consumed by the moment. It was as if everything around you had faded away, leaving just the two of you, locked in this orbit.

His hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you in closer. “Okay, okay, I get it,” he teased, his voice low and soothing. “I like you too or whatever.”

Your chest fluttered again, but this time, it wasn’t out of anxiety. It was from pure joy, the weight of his affection surrounding you. With Sae, you didn’t have to fight it. You didn’t have to overthink. You were safe to just exist with him, even if it meant being overwhelmed by how much you adored him.

And as his lips found yours in a slow, almost teasing kiss, you felt like you could float away in the bliss of it all, completely content in your orbit around him.

a/n: This fic is based on my interaction with my bf btw Some of these words Sae have said did not actually come from him tho lol

i don’t know how to feel about this, so I’ll see what yall think about this first.

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ceruark · 9 days ago

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campus crush, pt. 2

synopsis: blue lock boys as crushes you’d develop at university! [ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, and michael kaiser (pt. 2)] (pt. 1 here) words: 2.6k notes: gn! reader. a/n: thank you to everyone who supported part 1! let me know who else you'd like to see for this series :>

kaiser pt. 2 req taglist: @lizzzmm @mochiii-sama @anyaslittlepeanut rin req taglist: @levihanmyotp @ieathairs

isagi yoichi - lab partner

general education courses are the bane of your existence. wasn’t that high school’s job? why should you be forced to pay to take a class you have absolutely no interest in when you could be putting your time to good use pursuing what you love instead?

whether it’s as a gen ed course or a prereq for your major, you somehow find yourself in a chemistry class that, of course, starts at the crack of dawn (8 a.m.). you go into the class fearing for your life; you’ve heard horror stories from your friends about their own lab partners who would skip the lab period, slack off, and push all the work onto them while reaping the benefits of earning the same grade.

fortunately for you, your lab partner is nothing like that. isagi is the epitome of politeness, and as the semester goes on, you find him to be super sweet and extremely competent— at times, you find yourself feeling bad because he picks up the material much faster than you and sometimes ends up doing the brunt of the work. he always brushes off your apologies, saying that he doesn’t mind at all and that you’re plenty helpful during lab.

it’s extremely easy for you to get comfortable around isagi. his kindness is so genuine that it’s easy to fall into a real friendship with him. you end up grabbing lunch with him after lab every week, waving to him when you pass each other on campus, and even texting him about things other than your shared class, and soon enough, you find yourself mentioning him more frequently in conversation. you start talking about him so much that your friends start teasing you about having a crush on him, which you vehemently deny despite the blush that paints your cheeks bright red.

it’s around midterms when their casual teasing becomes far more serious, though, when two of your friends get out of class early one day and decide to sit with you and isagi at lunch. unintentionally, isagi is a social butterfly and hits it off with your friends immediately, who are just as charmed by his warm nature as you are.

“that’s boyfriend material manifest,” your friend says the second he’s out of earshot, “you better get on that, and fast.”

you spend the next couple of weeks continuing to spend time with isagi outside of class whenever you can, and skirting around your friends’ accusations of a crush. isagi is sweet, very much so, but it’s simply just not like that. besides, sometimes you worry that he’s a little too nice. you’re plenty capable of taking care of yourself, but it might be nice to have a boyfriend who can bite back on your behalf.

your doubts go up in smoke one day when you walk into lab a few minutes later than usual, only to see a tall blonde standing next to isagi at your shared workstation. you can’t see the stranger’s face, but you can see isagi’s: lips pulled down into a mean sneer, eyes blazing as he fires out insult after excruciating insult, exposing you to some of his more… colorful vocabulary. you feel yourself blush despite yourself, trying to crush the butterflies in your stomach.

it’s— well, it’s hot, to be quite honest.

you’re not really able to act normally around him after that. the feelings you’d been denying and suppressing have now arisen completely, refusing to be stamped down. you’re a blushing mess around him and, despite your best efforts, are now acting like a shy, awkward schoolgirl around a guy you’ve been casually talking to for months now. that would be embarrassing enough by itself, but everything is made worse by the fact that isagi isn’t stupid, and he’s able to pick up on your shift behavior and the likely feelings behind it—which, of course, leaves him a blushing, stuttering mess as well.

you’re wallowing in frustration over your helplessness, slouched over the workstation with your head in your hands before lab starts, when you hear something being placed down in front of you.

you look up, surprised. a box from a popular bakery near campus sits in front of you. you lift your head further and lock eyes with isagi, who is flushed red—from nerves or the late spring heat, you can’t tell, but you can appreciate the way his tank top shows off the toned arms you’ve rarely gotten to see in time’s past.

he scratches the back of his neck sheepishly, clearly riddled with nerves, yet you can see the determination in his eyes, which he refuses to avert away from yours.

“the first showing of this semester’s play is this saturday,” isagi says, fidgeting a bit with the hem of his sleeves. “i was wondering if, uh, you’d like to go with me? and maybe get dinner before that? if you’re available, of course.”

you lift the lid of the bakery box. inside is a cupcake of your favorite flavor, which you had offhandedly mentioned to isagi in conversation once.

you smile up at him softly. “of course,” you say, “i’d like that.”

you both stay like that for a moment, smiling shyly at each other, until the professor walks in and loudly asks isagi to take his seat.

the fanfare your friend group chat meets the news of your date with does little to distract you from the side glances and sweet smiles he shoots you throughout the period.

itoshi rin - library worker

you seriously regret taking this literature course.

you’re just taking it to fulfill a requirement. it’s supposed to be a low-stress class; you’d done your research, and the professor was very lax, making the course an easy A so long as you were competent in stringing together an argument and structuring an essay. the only thing that gave you some pause was the fact that there was a research component to it, but a friend who had taken the course told you that it wasn’t anything super intense or difficult, so you went ahead and signed up for the course.

and it’s been fine the whole semester. the assignments haven’t been stressful at all, and the professor is incredibly funny and kind. it’s everything you could have asked for in a class. but things have taken a turn since midterms hit, which is when you had to start pulling together an outline for your final research paper. you have free range over the topic, and you’ve settled on exploring victorian gothic literature, so it’s not the paper itself that’s giving you grief, either.

no, it’s the damn student worker stationed in the library who’s been giving you your daily dose of migraines these days.

of course you know of itoshi rin; he and his brother are notorious on campus for their beauty yet cold personalities that leave them “untouchable.” your friends have fawned over the younger one more than once, given that he’s the same year as you all. you can admit that both brothers were attractive—you’d either be a liar or a contrarian to say otherwise—but you never really understood openly gushing over them when they could both be quite rude.

and now that you’ve actually interacted with rin, you are firm in your belief that the itoshi brothers are overrated and undeserving of their many admirers.

rin glaring at you when you approached the reception desk was enough on its own to rub you the wrong way—god forbid you ask a man to do his job. and then, when you asked him to point you in the direction of the section related to your research topic, he sighed under his breath like you were inconveniencing him and told you the approximate location of what you were looking for in a deadpan voice that still somehow managed to come across as condescending.

it only escalates from there. he seems to always be on the clock whenever you have time to stop by the library to pick up books you checked out, and the cool glare he greets you with always manages to get under your skin.

it’s as you’re checking out a copy of wuthering heights and returning a copy of dracula that he says, “your picks are very basic.”

your eye twitches. this is the first time he’s spoken a word to you outside of what his job requires him to say, and of course, it’s something that pisses you off.

“they’re classics for a reason,” you respond easily, feigning nonchalance.

rin gives a noncommittal shrug, but you can feel the condescension in his gaze as he hands you the book, grating on your nerves.

next time, you request a copy of the beetle by richard marsh. the mysteries of udolpho by ann radcliffe next.

you’re picking up the last novel you selected for this paper, flatland by edward abbott, when he finally bothers to talk to you again.

“this one hasn’t been in print for very long,” he mumbles as he scans it into the system, registering your rental.

“i know,” you say, not bothering to keep the smugness out of your voice. “not a very basic pick, is it?”

he fixes you with that blank stare again, but you don’t quite miss the way the corner of his lip quirks up into the slightest of smirks as he slides the book over the counter to you.

despite the fact that you really don’t need to, you keep renting out a book from the library every week even after you’ve finished your essay. every time, you make sure it’s something that’s in the realm of horror but not a super common title, spending hours researching and compiling a list of novels that fit your criteria. it’s got absolutely nothing to do with the smart-mouthed guy handing the books off to you every week, who you’ve actually gotten to the point of bantering with (because, quite frankly, you don’t think your takes on the novels are as bad as he claims they are).

half your friends think you’ve just picked up a new hobby. the other half think you’ve gone insane. only one knows the truth, when they catch you taking a handwritten note out of the most recent book you’ve just picked up from the library, shaking your head and scoffing at whatever’s written on it, but also struggling to keep the smile off your face.

her curiosity spurs her into following you to the library the next week, where she catches you and itoshi rin in heated discussion over the novel, the man actually fully engaged in the conversation and having eyes only for you.

well, she can keep a secret just this once. far be it for her to interfere with your accomplishment of the impossible.

michael kaiser - study date (pt. 2)

you shouldn’t have agreed to come to the cafe with him—you’re in way over your head.

it’d taken four hours, the consultation of every friend you have on campus, and a seemingly endless amount of cycling through every article of clothing you own, but eventually, you’d looked into your full-length mirror and deemed yourself ready for your date with kaiser.

you thought that calling it a “date” was being generous, but your friends insisted otherwise. he asked you to go to a cafe with him, one-on-one. to study, you’d argued, but they just amended their statement to call it a study date. which is a thing, apparently.

regardless, you’ve gone with a relatively safe outfit—nothing too fancy, in case it really is just another study session, but still something nicer than you would normally wear around campus, especially to the library.

you headed out at about six-twenty, since you’d agreed to meet at the library at six-thirty. sucking in a shaky breath and wiping your sweaty palms off on your shirt, you threw your laptop into your bag and slung it over your shoulder, then began the trek to the library.

it felt like a death march. each step closer to the entrance had your heart rate increasing, and by the time you found yourself climbing the final steps to the floor that your usual study spot is on, you felt like you might have actually been having a heart attack with the way the organ felt like it was about to burst out of your chest at any moment.

remember, he asked you, your friend’s voice echoed in your head as you steeled yourself and ignored the instinct to turn tail and flee while you still could.

now, you’ve been sitting with kaiser at a cozy table by a window in the back of the cafe for just over an hour now, but you’ve felt like your face is going to melt off the entire time. the cool detachment from your previous encounters is gone now, leaving you in the wake of the flirtatious nature you’d only heard about from others, something so rare to behold it’d become something of a myth on campus.

an hour, and neither of you had brought out a single notebook or laptop. after ordering your drinks and sitting down, you didn’t feel like you had a moment to even breathe; kaiser kept your gaze trapped within his own intense one, his blue eyes locked onto yours as he made “casual conversation,” which mostly just ended up being him coaxing you into talking about yourself.

he answered some of your questions, too, about his major, plans post-grad, and even the people he insisted weren’t friends (you’d felt your nervous smile go a bit fond at that; he could say whatever he liked, but if he really didn’t like alexis and yoichi, he probably wouldn’t be spotted around them as much as he was). after expertly dodging your questions about his home life and family twice, you took the hint and backed off, steering the conversation back to yourself.

there’s finally a lull in your conversation, prompting you to finally tear your eyes away from his and look down at your backpack. fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, you ask, “should we, um, get started on work?”

a sense of deja vu washes over you when you don’t get a response. it seems his silence is a command for your attention, and you shyly peer up at him, nearly cowering under the bored glare he’s now sending you that very much reminds you of the day in the library that had landed you in this situation to begin with.

“why bother?” he asks, tilting his head against the palm it’s propped up against. “it’s irresponsible to start another assignment when you haven’t finished the one you’re currently working through.”

you raise an eyebrow at the implication behind that statement but decide to indulge him, anyways. “and just what assignment might you be working on right now?”

his smirk reemerges, and you feel your own face heat up again. “a research project, of sorts,” he answers breezily. “i’ve yet to collect enough data to satisfy me.”

“what a shame,” you say, somehow managing to keep yourself together enough to go along with the bit. “do you plan to gather more?”

he lets out a hum, then begins to trace his finger in circles along the rim of his mug. his eyes are so sharp as they gaze into yours that your breath hitches before he even answers.

“if my subject is willing to meet with me again, then yes.”

yeah, you’re definitely way in over your head with this one.

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 12 days ago

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man who wants u to spit in his mouth (<- intimately) but does not know how to broach the subject u are very dear to me .

#this + the sheep dog guard dog bf club is essentially a full circle btw . pfhfjjjfjd #I WONT SAY HIS NAME bc i do trust you all to know and also if u think im wrong well . torture chamber #but wah . many men come to mind ................#for mutuals i will not name; consider rin itoshi . consider kaiser #posts this and leaves i am still deeply feverish so i cant sleep pfhfhffj TvT.................... goodbye dash #i think the spitting in mouth phenomenon can be intimate im desexualising it . i would let a trusted friend do it to me #ari noises ✩

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megumismyhusband · 3 months ago

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“why are we buying this?” rin asks, holding up a jar of pickles with a frown.

“because we’re out,” you reply, tossing it into the cart.

he trailed behind you, scrutinizing every item you picked. “do we really need more snacks? and why are you getting two boxes of cereal?”

you turn, glaring at him. “why are you even here if you’re just going to criticize my shopping?”

“because last time you forgot the milk,” he said flatly, reaching over to grab a bottle and add it to the cart.

you roll your eyes. “okay, grocery expert, what else do we need?”

he paused, glancing at the cart before quietly sneaking in a pack of his favorite energy bars. you raised an eyebrow, smirking.

“hypocrite,” you teased.

“efficient shopper,” he corrected with a faint smile.

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tkstarss · 1 month ago

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when everyone’s talking abt kaiser finally being in an official art but i’m just looking at rinsagi being next to each other once again

#i love them so much i’m going to explode #my son and his bf fr #rinsagi #blue lock #bllk #official art #rnis #itoshi rin #isagi yoichi #michael kaiser #anime #manga

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kxsagi · 26 days ago

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reader telling bllk boys (i request rin, sae, isagi, shidou and whoever else you want 😉) their waxer or whatever they re called 😭 cancelled and maybe reader and bf are going on vacation so reader turns to him and asks if he could do her brazilian wax 🙏🏼

“𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐱𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐟”

a/n: THIS REQUEST LMAOAAOAOAO

i’ve never been waxed before anywhere, but i am lowkey curious on what it’s like (i need a woman to do it for me, not even a boyfriend). and thinking about it… reader has a lot of trust if she’s just gonna ask them that straight-up i could never 😭

ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, shidou ryusei (definitely suggestive + saved the best for last trust)

itoshi rin

rin was scrolling through his phone when you randomly turned to him and went:

“hey… my waxer cancelled. can you do my brazilian wax?”

he didn’t even blink. just slowly turned his head toward you with the most judgmental side-eye you’ve ever seen.

“… what.”

“come onnn. it can’t be that hard,” you grinned, batting your lashes.

rin blinked once. twice. then stared at you like you had just asked him to perform open-heart surgery with a spoon.

“no.”

you pouted. “why not?”

“because i play soccer, not whatever the hell that is.”

but you were relentless. you hit him with the puppy eyes, clinging to his arm dramatically, whining about how your shared vacation was coming up and you were running out of time.

and like the whipped man he secretly was, he finally gave in with a defeated sigh.

“… fine. but if i mess it up, it’s your fault.”

so there he was, sitting on the bathroom floor with the most concentrated expression of his life, holding the wax strip like it was a ticking time bomb.

he hesitated for a good ten seconds before muttering, “this is a mistake,” under his breath.

and then he yanked.

you screamed, grabbing his wrist in reflex.

“rin, what the fuck –”

he stared down at you, horrified.

“… did i just rip off your entire skin?”

this man deadass thought he had maimed you for life.

he immediately started apologizing like he had committed war crimes, swearing he would never do this again.

but lowkey? he got weirdly good at it by the third strip and started acting cocky about it.

“you doubted me,” he muttered smugly, holding up the next strip like a trophy.

sir. this isn’t a game show.

itoshi sae

you brought it up so casually while the two of you were packing for your vacation.

“oh, by the way, my waxer cancelled. can you do my brazilian wax?”

sae didn’t even look up from his suitcase.

“yeah, sure.”

you blinked. “… wait, what?”

“what?” he shrugged, tossing a pair of swim trunks into his bag. “it’s just hair. i’ll rip it off or whatever.”

you stared at him, slightly disturbed by how unfazed he was.

“you’re… way too calm about this.”

“should i be scared?” he asked, raising a brow. “it’s just waxing. not rocket science.”

you squinted at him suspiciously.

“have you done this before?”

sae simply smirked and walked off, leaving you with more questions than answers.

when it was finally time, he showed up with zero hesitation.

he was so calm and composed, gently smoothing the wax strip down like he was making a PB&J sandwich.

“sae, you’re supposed to rip it fast –”

he yanked it off before you could even finish.

you winced, grabbing his wrist.

but sae, completely unfazed, inspected the strip like some kind of waxing connoisseur.

“huh. smooth,” he muttered with a nod of approval.

bro was judging his own craftsmanship like it was a professional art piece.

the worst part? he was good at it.

like… weirdly good.

at one point, he paused mid-wax to squint at the strip and mutter:

“hmm. could’ve angled it better. should’ve pulled with the hair growth.”

you just stared at him, blinking in disbelief.

“why do you sound like you’ve done this before?”

“don’t worry about it.”

isagi yoichi

you brought it up while the two of you were watching TV.

“baby boy… my waxer cancelled. can you do my brazilian wax?”

isagi immediately choked on his drink.

“huh?!?!” he coughed, eyes wide as he slapped his chest dramatically.

he stared at you like you had just asked him to sacrifice his firstborn.

“you – you want me to what?!”

you repeated your request so casually, like you were asking him to pass you the remote.

“come on, yoichi. it’s not a big deal.”

“NOT A BIG DEAL?!”

bro was panicking.

“baby girl, i love you, but i don’t think i’m… i’m qualified for that. i mean, what if i mess it up? what if i accidentally rip off… i don’t know, something important?”

you laughed, rolling your eyes. “you’re being dramatic.”

“no, you’re being insane,” he shot back, already sweating.

somehow, you convinced him with your persuasive pouting powers, and that’s how isagi ended up kneeling on the bathroom floor, holding the wax strip with shaky hands.

“baby… i’m scared,” he mumbled, voice trembling.

you squinted at him. “yoichi. you play in literal life-or-death matches.”

“yeah, but THIS? this is real danger.”

he counted down like he was about to defuse a bomb.

“three… two… one –”

he ripped it off, eyes squeezed shut.

you yelped, grabbing his wrist in reflex.

isagi, panicking, immediately blurted:

“I’M SORRY, I’M SORRY, I’M SORRY!”

his hands were shaking as he inspected the strip, his eyes wide in horror.

“i think i just ruined your entire vacation.”

poor boy was so stressed that he had to lie down afterward, claiming he needed to “recover emotionally.”

shidou ryusei

you were folding laundry when you casually turned to shidou and asked:

“hey babe, my waxer cancelled. can you do my brazilian wax?”

he didn’t even hesitate.

“hell yeah. where’s the wax?”

you blinked. “wait, seriously?”

“yeah, why not?” he grinned, cracking his knuckles. “i’m gonna rip that shit off with the wrath of god.”

you immediately started rethinking your life choices, but it was too late.

shidou was already holding the wax strip like a man on a mission.

“you ready, babe?” he smirked, cracking his neck like he was about to bench press 300 pounds.

“wait –”

he ripped the strip off with the force of a thousand suns.

you screamed, grabbing his arm.

and this mf had the audacity to grin and go:

“damn. you’re smooth as hell.”

you glared at him, tears in your eyes.

“ryusei, what the FUCK.”

but he was having the time of his life.

“you got any more strips? this is fun as hell.”

he genuinely offered to finish the whole wax, lowkey getting competitive with himself, trying to make each pull smoother and faster.

and when he was finally done, he just leaned back on the bathroom counter, arms crossed, and smirked smugly.

“not gonna lie, babe. i kinda missed my calling. think i’m gonna open a waxing salon.”

“i’m never asking you for anything ever again.”

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock headcanons #itoshi rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi sae x reader #sae itoshi x reader #yoichi isagi x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #shidou ryusei x reader #ryusei shidou x reader #my brazilian wax bf

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popponn · 1 year ago

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a boyfriend package. [itoshi rin x reader]

summary: itoshi rin is good at soccer. itoshi rin is not good at jokes and cheering up, but for you, he tries anyway. (aka, you are stressed and rin is there.)

notes: this fic had so much thought but the main is "if you have itoshi rin on your side you could probably do anything". to everyone at uni and school, good luck. warning: other than minor curses, none. fluff, reader's gender unspecified, post canon au, reader is a student struggling against exams & essays.

“You are not done yet?”

You, a student who had probably resembled a zombie more at this point, lift your head up from the materials you were supposed to finish within two days. There were certainly other problems you were facing, however, you had no strength to gaze at them at the moment. Instead, you landed your eyes on your boyfriend, leaning against the doorway of your room with two cups of store-bought coffee. Which was hilarious—Itoshi Rin, a solid football career, an aloof reputation which was very true, and no educational deadline because of said football career.

Wait—does Itoshi Rin even drink coffee?

Your brain couldn’t really remember that piece of information.

It could curse out your very lovely and handsome Rin out of envy though. You wished him a very slow internet connection until your freedom next week.

Hearing how the voices in your head had started complete nonsense, you shook your head and returned your focus back to the wall of letters that didn’t seem to have an end in front of you. It would be better for you to save your words and thoughts for this seemingly unending hurdle, instead of using it to say things about the very kind Rin who bought you coffee.

Though, you did remember what one of his friends posted on Finestagram yesterday. A picture of a bunch of guys having fun outside. A hand around his shoulder in an act of friendliness and a very clear time that was spent pleasantly. Without pressure too, on top of that. Fuck—you tried not to cry—you are so jealous of them.

“Hey, did you hear me?”

Oh, right.

You forgot to reply to him.

“Not yet,” you smiled bitterly, “there are still some more left.”

Which was an understatement. Around two thick piles of papers awaited you.

As it was, Rin didn’t even bat an eyelash at your response nor to the faraway look you gave to the tower of books on your desk. He, however, did put a cup of coffee right beside your left hand. On that cup, a smiling mascot with a peanut shape said something about enjoying your time. You didn’t know if the correct choice to that was to bawl or to laugh like a madman.

You were half-asleep after eight hours of cramming and your brain felt like it was burning. In the end, even a tear or a chuckle was a bit beyond your capability at this point.

“…hey,” Rin said again, flatly. A hand awkwardly placed itself on one of your shoulders.

“You sure say a lot of ‘hey’ today,” you noted, leaning your head, slotting it on his stomach. His muscles were hard, but the proximity did comfort you. “…what is it though?”

“…if I drive, and you say ‘stop, deer’,” Rin began awkwardly, out of nowhere with a voice that trembled slightly as if he was under an incredible weight, “I will say ‘yes honey’.”

You stopped breathing at what he just said. No matter how scattered your brain was, you immediately snapped him a bewildered look. You knew you were on the verge of insanity, but Rin—

“What.”

You had been dating him for two years and more and Rin—as much as you love him—is definitely not a joke guy. Did he got possessed? Was it because he drank coffee?

As you ransacked your brain for an answer, you watched an explosion of red on Rin’s face reaching his neck. As that hue stayed on his face, unbudging, Rin’s face turned sour and darkened as he muttered some violating insults that seemed to be directed at Bachira and Otoya.

You raised an eyebrow at that. “Rin. What? Huh?” you repeated, trying to grasp the situation. “Who put you into this?”

You knew you were risking your study in what could end up being a prologue to two murder cases, but that joke was bad enough that it restarted your brain. You would risk a 4-hour delay because honestly what could make Itoshi Rin joke—

Oh.

As the silence between Rin and you stretched, you realized how he seemed to lose the courage to see you in the eye. A red face that was as bashful as it looked like a face belonging to a terrible stomachache patient, yet the comforting pressure Rin gave to your shoulder as he rubbed his thumb—suddenly, it was as clear as day.

This fine dumbass of yours was trying to cheer you up, it seemed.

You laughed out loud at that—perhaps a bit too high-pitched with too much wheezing. However, imagining Rin taking a page from his friends’ books—fuck you hate those words so much still right now but yet—just to cheer you up, it is adorable. And, Rin seemed to accept your ugly chortles as his eyes finally moved to you again.

“Did—” you wheezed again, your whole body still shaking as you pressed your chin to his hip. The smell of Rin’s detergent was your preferred fragrance, widening your smile even more, “—did Bachira and Otoya put you into this? Is that why you cussed them out?”

“Don’t come up with your own conclusion,” Rin scolded with a tone that spelled out relief and fondness.

“Then, what is it? Tell me—you just made a joke. A pun. That’s something,” you teased. In the back of your mind, a heavy static was still present, yet you really couldn’t mind their presence with Rin beside you like this.

Rin grunted and messed up your head, looking down at you with a look that was certainly too soft for his cold & cool guy brand. “Shut up. That’s none of your business.”

“Aw, come on! Tell me!” you protested. Rin shook you off as you started to try and pull his cheeks with your grubby hands. Walking away, he pulled a stool that he had left behind in your room after his tenth visit to your house many months ago.

“No,” Rin said curtly, leaving no room for protest as he tapped your laptop screen lightly. “Now get back to studying.”

At the reminder, it was your turn to wear a sour glum on your face. “Ugh.”

He glared half-heartedly at you. Bumping a knee against your chair slightly. “Don’t fucking say ‘ugh’.”

“But…” you wanted to say that you still wanted to tease him a bit more. You wanted to just do something with him a bit longer. Returning to the passage of curses meant that you couldn’t do that.

Rin looked at you for a moment. You couldn’t fathom what went through in his mind as you glanced at him. However, whatever it was, it pushed Rin to get his face closer to you.

Then, before you could even react to it, Rin pressed a light kiss on top of your forehead.

It was soundless in the way it was surprising. Your eyes were wide as Rin pulled away and returned to his previous position. This time, the red hue and his inability to look you in the eye returned. Looking towards anywhere but you, Rin perched his chin on top of his palm.

“Hurry up and study,” Rin ordered once again. “I will accompany you today, so stop whining.”

There was a prime chance for you to tease him about not practicing instead. Yet, for a solid 30 seconds, all your brain had become was a mush and an incoherent noise. Rin probably should take some responsibility and you should demand so—

Yet, you could only smile and return to your study. Hooking your ankle with one of Rin’s just so you could feel him close still.

“You owe me a kiss and a treat after this.”

“I bought you coffee already.”

“Oh, Rin—come on, I need motivation—”

“Fucking finish it first.”

Afterward, you pulled out a miracle by finishing everything within 3 hours and the rest was history.

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tsuemi · 2 years ago

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nsfw / fem!reader

rin fucking your brains out ...

rin's thrusts came fast and relentless, hitting your sensitive spot over and over. his grip on your hair tightened, tilting your head back as his hot breath whispered against your ear. "you like it when i fuck you like this, huh? you're such a fucking slut for me," he growled, his voice dripping with dominance and possessiveness.

you whimpered in response, unable to form coherent words as the pleasure consumed you. your body quivered and trembled with each deep thrust, your walls tightening around his thick shaft. the feeling of being completely filled by him burned through your core, intensifying the pleasure coursing through your veins.

his hips slapped against your ass, the sound of skin on skin filling the room as he continued to ravage your pussy. you clung onto the sheets desperately, desperate for some release. "please... i-i need to cum," you moaned, your voice laced with desperation.

rin's grip on your hair tightened even more, tugging your head back. he leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear. "not yet," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "you're going to take it until I say so."

you moaned in frustration, your body aching with need. but you trusted rin, trusted him to bring you to the edge and beyond. so you surrendered to his dominance, surrendering your body to his pleasure. you winced, a mix of pain and pleasure washing over you as his cock continued to pound into you relentlessly. the pleasure was almost too much to bear, your body trembling on the brink of release.

rin's breath hitched, a low growl escaping his lips. he was close too, his hips slamming against yours with a primal urgency. "fuck, baby... cum for me. let go," he commanded, his voice filled with lust.

and with those words, your body finally gave in. wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over you, your walls clenching around rin's cock as you came hard. you cried out his name, your voice filled with ecstasy. the sensation of your orgasm triggered his own, as he continued to thrust into you a few more times before finding his release.

his body tensed, his grip on your hair so tight it almost hurt. "fuck," he groaned, his voice strained. he buried himself deep inside you, his hot cum filling you up as he came.

both of you collapsed onto the bed, panting and covered in sweat. rin's arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest as he caught his breath. "you were so fucking good, baby," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction and adoration.

#my bf #hes so 😩#rin itoshi #itoshi rin #blue lock #blue lock smut #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk smut

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isagispistols · 24 days ago

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They bit each other right after

#my contribution to loser bf rin #blue lock #bllk #blue lock manga #itoshi rin #isagi yoichi #rinsagi

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wildandsmile · 2 years ago

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27 with itoshi rin please :D honestly i can see rin filling their partner up with his cum and put a vibrator them so that his cum doesn't leak out + plus he uses the remote to tease them throughout the day <3

｡☆✼★━ Challenge ━★✼☆｡

Summary: You stumbled upon a challenge on Twitter and shared it with your boyfriend, who seemed open to the idea. However, with the upcoming party on the horizon, you suspected he might have forgotten all about it. But as it turns out, you couldn't have been more wrong.

Tw : Creep Guy, Creep Group of guys, Annoying girls and Drinking.

Kinks : F receiving, Cream-pie, unprotected sex, penetrative sex (p in v), Rough sex, vibrators, impact play and spitting

Word count : 3.3k

An: Sorry if the smut isn’t the best it’s like 4 in the morning I’ll probably redo it later

Enjoy!

As you lounged comfortably on the plush couch, the soft glow of your phone screen illuminating your face, time seemed to slip away. Your Twitter feed was a never-ending stream of mundane updates and viral memes, until, out of nowhere, a tweet appeared that changing the mood of everything.

The interesting challenges caught your attention, luring you in with their mysterious allure. You had lots of free time and not much else to do, so you couldn't help but get curious about these intriguing suggestions. Some were harmless and innocent, while others were more daring, making you want to give them a try.

As you scrolled further, your heart started pounding when you found some really explicit challenges, things that you would on see one PornHub or something. Though as you read each suggestion it felt like it was drawing you into a world of intense passion and desire.

Then, like fate had a hand in it, a certain suggestion stood out among all the online noise. It caught your eye, making you curious like a moth drawn to a light. This challenge promised a night of excitement and closeness, but it also made you feel a bit nervous. The words on the screen gave you a shiver: "You or your partner has to wear a vibrator all day or night, while the other controls it."

You thought about it more and couldn't help yourself. You went to your bedroom where Rin was already there. When you sat next to him, he looked at you with curious eyes.You gave a little smile and got closer, gently touching his cheek, and asked, "Rin, should we give this a shot?" Just then, you showed him the tweet on your phone and point to the one that caught your attention.

With a sly smile, he said, "So, if I get this right, you want one of us to wear a vibrator all day?" You nodded, and he chuckled, saying, "Okay, we'll do it, but on my terms." You asked, "What are the terms?" He then grinned wickedly and said, "First, I choose when and where you put the vibrator on. Second, if you get handsy or try to finish early, I increase the intensity. Lastly, no holding back moans, even in public."

You were about to say "yes," but then what he said registers in your head , causing you playfully hit him in the arm. You then say, "I can't touch you or myself when I'm feeling needy, and I have to talk in moanish gibberish that not far."

With that, Rin gracefully rises, positioning himself shoulder to shoulder with you. He places his hand beneath his chin, tilting his head to the right, a clear sign that he's deep in thought. Eventually, he arrives at some sort of conclusion, declaring, "Alright, I’ll let you win – just this once. So, here's the deal: when you get all needy, you can handle it yourself, or even use my body to help , but I'm strictly off-limits when it comes to helping you so no begging for me to fuck you or touch you sound far."

His face lights up with a mischievous grin, and you find yourself equally enthralled by the idea, offering a nod of agreement. The two of you settle with that, and both of you return to looking at the TV screen, immersing yourselves in the world of sappy old romance movies. It's been an absolute blast. Everything was going well, but suddenly, Rin’s loud alarm goes off. He turns over and turns it off before getting out of bed, and saying, "It's time for us to get ready."

You raise an eyebrow, confused by your boyfriend's sudden excitement. You didn't remember any important plans, so you just stayed in bed, not doing much. It was only when Rin spoke excitedly that you stopped rolling around."We need to get ready for the party tonight," he reminds you, trying to jogging your memory. "Remember the one I mentioned last week? It's like a get-together for me and the guys from Blue Lock."

You stop fidgeting and think hard. After a moment, you remember what he talked about. You look at him again and say, "I thought that was in October."

He quickly takes off the covers, picks you up, and carries you to the bathroom. He hands you your toothbrush from the matching set you got together. Then, with a teasing look, he says, "It's October, sweetheart."

You shoot him a disbelieving look, your expression clearly conveying a "no way" sentiment. Your incredulous gaze causes him to pause mid-toothbrushing, and he points over to the bathroom calendar and speaker.

Turning your attention to these, you're met with the surprising revelation that the date indeed reads October 12. You offer a nonchalant shrug, not wanting to admit that you'd completely lost track of time.

Now, as you both stand side by side, brushing your teeth together while nodding along to your shared playlist, you can't help but smile. It's a simple, endearing routine that only the two of you share. It's one of those cute, intimate moments that usually belong in movies, but somehow, it's a part of your everyday life.

Though you couldn’t bathe in the moment, for too long knowing how particular Rin can be about punctuality, you hasten your tooth-brushing, not wanting to keep him waiting. You quickly grab something comfortable to wear, fully aware that your boyfriend has a penchant for making you try on countless outfits, even when you're only looking for one.

Finally, the two of you venture out into the bustling world of stores and outlets. While strolling and casually peering into shop windows, your gaze locks onto a stunning drape collar dress in a mesmerizing champagne hue. Captivated by its beauty, you can't resist tugging on Rin's arm, impulsively leading him into the store. Without wasting a moment, you head straight to the racks, where you luckily find the dress in your size.

Hastening to the dressing room, you slip into the dress. It fits you like a glove, accentuating your curves in all the right places. It strikes the perfect balance between revealing enough to be alluring but modest enough to make you feel comfortable. Now, it's time for the tricky part – showing it off to Rin.

You have a habit of enthusiastically displaying your fashion finds to him, but he has an equally strong tendency to, well, get handsy and maybe a little too eager. Despite this, you gather your courage and exit the dressing room. With a playful twirl, you put on a show for Rin, hoping he'll appreciate your choice without, well, ripping it off you prematurely.

"So, what do you think?" you ask, a radiant smile gracing your lips, eager for Rin's response. Surprisingly, Rin remains silent for a moment, and a pang of disappointment begins to well up within you. Feeling a bit disheartened, you start to turn away, but just as you pivot, he seizes you and pulls you close. In a passionate kiss that lingers along your neck, he murmurs, "God, why are you so fuckin sexy?"

His hands start to explore your body, igniting a desire within you that's difficult to ignore. You wouldn't mind indulging in a little action, but you both know time isn't on your side. You summon the willpower to gently slap his wandering hand away and retreat back to the dressing room. However, before you disappear, you blow him a quick, teasing kiss.

Now that you've secured your evening outfit, the two of you head back home. Once you're there, you hurry to the bathroom, eager to don your chosen ensemble and craft your makeup look.

After about a 1 hour and half you finish your look and step out side where you see Rin dressed all nice in I wonderful blue suit that match him perfectly lucky your dress fits well with his outfit. Walking up to him you pull him down to you height and places a soft kiss on his lips before saying “Ready to go” giving you a quick the nodded the two of you walk out the house and making your way to the party

Once your their you look around your eyes widening as you saw the building it look more like a hotel or a well renowned businesses agency then it did a party spot . Not giving you much time to take it all in Rin comes over and opens the door for you while offering his arm, the two of you walk in and are immediately greeted by Isagi and Bachira this were about the only two people Rin keep up with after blue lock.

Waiting to give your boyfriend some time and space to catch up with his friends you head over to a little booth we’re you see a large group of girl who look be either girlfriends or sisters of the former blue lock boys. You sit yourself down and listen in on what’s they we’re talking about, it was most just the normal conversation of how hot their boyfriends were how they brothers could beat anyone. You decided not to join in knowing that someone comment might set you off completely.

Finally you spot Isagi and Bachira girlfriends the three got to know each other pretty well since your boyfriend and pretty much inseparable on the field . Getting up from your sit you make you way over to the girls who were at the bar taking a couple shots once their you say with a exited tone “Hey girls” they both turn to you and they eye immediately widened. Getting up form their sit they run over to you and give you a warm hug before saying “Damn girl you look good as fuck, surprise Rin let you out the house looking like this” You let a little chuckle before replying “Same goes to the two of you, I know it was hard to get out the house” the girls then look at each other then back at you before giving a nod.

Not long after that the three of you head back over to the bar and throw a couple shot back everything was going good you guys would hit the dance floor and not and then come back and sit down because someone feet were hurting or they were thirsty. Finally you guys had enough of the dance for a hit up a empty booth once their the three of you caught up of what’s new in each others life while spilling tea about what’s going on in the soccer world. It was then that a blonde haired and a couple of his friends came up to you guys and began hitting on you.

“You girls look lonely why don’t y’all come with us” one of the guys says he places his hand y’all table while licking lips. You just look up from your phone and roll eyes thinking that they would take the hint and leave but of course they didn’t so they take a seats beside you guys trying to start up conversation but you guys weren’t having it so you say “ Can you see get the hell away from use, we’re not interested in hanging out with you” but it’s like everything you said went in one hear and out the other as he wraps his arms your neck.

Lucky for you Rin, Isagi and Bachira had finished up their conversation and had come longing for you guys. Rin’s face when he saw some other guys that wasn’t him touching you was something to be remembered, he stormed over to you and pull the guy up from the chair. “What the hell do you think your doing with my girl” Rin said his eyes full with a murderous attempt but apparently the guy must have been a masochist cause he continued to push Rin’s buttons “I was just showing her what’s it’s like to have a real man by her side” he guy said before get the wind punched out of his lungs.

Rin started to beat the shit out of the guy until his hands had blood on them finally after Isagi and Bachira pulled him off the guy did Rin quit beat the man not wasting any more time he went over to you and grab you by the wrist pulling out side of the building. Soon enough the to of you make it to Rin’s car we’re you both sit in silence until you look around looking for something to clean the blood of with

Finding some napkins you grab Rin’s hands and start cleaning them off while giving him a could talking to. “Rin what the hell were you thinking beating that guy like that what about your soccer career” you say with a upset tone you were happy he fought but he can’t just go out beating people up. Rin the mumbles something that you can’t hearing pissing you off even more “Fine if your going be a jerk then you can wipe the blood off your own hand” you say as you throw the napkin at him.

He doesn’t say anything he just takes the napkin and begins to wipe his own hands while you seat and pout. A couple more minutes go by and Rin finally says something “I’m sorry, you were right I shouldn’t have beaten that guy that badly even though he deserved it” you look over at him before grabbing his cheek and pulling to kiss “You know that’s not why I’m mad I’m mad because you but your dreams on the line for one dick head even if you looked sexy while doing” you say as you kiss him again this time making it last longer then before.

“You know you could give me a treat for being such a god boyfriend” Rin says licking his lips you look at him and roll your eyes before saying Fine, but just a quickie we don’t want be get worried”

｡☆✼★━ Smut Time ━★✼☆｡

You laid in the back seat of the car naked while your boyfriend was on top of you fully dressed, his knee spreading your legs out and rubbing right against your wetting cunt causing you to throw back your head in frustration. But Rin doesn’t let you think before he crashes his lips into your swirling his hot tongue around yours back hard for the both of you to breathe.

You both pull away and watch as the string of saliva connecting your snaps with that Rin starts to trail hot kisses down your body not stopping until he reached you wet cunt not wanting anymore time Rin started to places kiss across you puffy lips finally using his rough clauses thumb he spread your cute cunt apart before spitting on it, using his other hand he slides his spit up and down your cunt mixing it slowly with your juices once he thought you were good and wet he began to lick long hot laps across your folds.

“Fuvk Rin right there ” you moaned out as you gripped on to his raven hair and pushed him farther into your cunt.

Yet Rin didn’t mind. He loved when gripped his hair and tried to ride his face and normally he would let you put tonight was a little different. Wasting no time Rin used his hand to bring down a hard slap to your ass causing you to grip on to his hair tighter. “Did I tell you, you could ride my face sweetheart” Rin says as his tongue teases at your hole causing you to try to close your legs which only made Rin more angry “I didn’t tell you to close your legs either” Rin says this time slapping your ass harder than before.

"M'mm sorry Rin, just please keep going, I'm so close," you squirm, trying to get any be of frustration you can, deciding to give what you want Rin grabs you by the hips and pulls you in to him closer so you can't squirm why he laps up all your juices and pushes his tongue deep into your hole causing your eyes to roll back into your head. "Rin right there, don't stop," you try to add, but your words come out as a moanisg slur.

"I'm cumming," you chant as you rock your hips into Rin's tongue, but Rin abruptly stops. causing you to look at him with a wtf face expression, to which he quickly answered "The only thing you’re allowed to cum on is my cock" Rin says as he pulls down his pants and boxers, allowing his cock to jump free. His tip was glowing red and oozing with percum, and he wasted no time in aligning his cock with your wet openings and shoving his throbbing cock within, without allowing you to adjust to his size before ramming into your sloppy, wet cunt. You began crying because you felt him within you.

“God you feel so fuckin good sweetheart, so so fuckin good” Rin growls out as as he pushes your hips up and down slowly your warm cunt tighting harder around his thick cock as his hips thrust up to meet you half way. Rin could feel his cock harden his balls tighten but the only thing he could really focus on was your gummy wall and how they felt around him.

“I can’t wait to use this cunt that was just made for me, can’t wait to fill it up with my kids, can’t wait to breed it over and over again” He muttered between clenched teeth, trying his best not cum inside you just yet. His thrust became slow and deep making sure you were feeling just as good as him hit all your shots right stops with his hard cock. His eyes narrowing slightly as his grip on your hips got tighter, pushing you faster up and down his dick as your tight walls gripped him, a mix of your cream and his cum coating his length, making a ring on the base of it.

"Fuck- sweetheart , I’m going cum in you." He groans.”Want to fill you up so good and make you have my babies.”

Rin’s eyes roll to the back of his head as you give him a nod because you were to fucked out to speak , groaning and grunting as he begins to thrust harder and deeper into you, his gloved hands pulling your hips all the way down so his cock is completely inside you as his thick, warm cum fills your womb up.

"Fuck yes," you scream as your nails dig into Rin's clothed back, bringing down both of your highs. You two kissed one another that time, and before cuddling, you collected your air. Soon after, you two get ready to go back in, but just as you're about to put your pants on, Rin stops you and inserts a cute egg vibrator inside you, causing your gummy overstim cunt to clamp down around the toy. "Rin what the hell," you yell, grabbing on to run as the vibration of the toy weakens your leg. Rin simply looks at you before responding, "We don't want any of my cum to leak out now, do we?"

And with that, you two walk back inside, clamping your legs together and trying not to make any strange noises while the girls ask you if you're okay. "Hey, what's wrong with your girlfriend Rin, she's walking funny," Isagi says, with Bachira following right behind. "Yeah, it looks like something got into her or something," Rin replies, with a devilish grin painted across his face, before walking away and playing with his new favorite toy.

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#x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #anime smut #blue lock #rin itoshi #rin itoshi smut #blue lock smut #bllk smut #anime #kinktober #angst #protective bf #fighting #party au #tw drinking #dancing

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