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"u at practice?" ♡ Bllk Multiple

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A/n: cause this was funny in my head

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thinking about lowkey toxic boyfriend sukuna baby trapping you the moment he feels like you’re finally getting sick of his shit.

the thought of you leaving him for good drives him crazy, always lashing out and showing you just how toxic he can be whenever you even slightly suggest it. you’re his girl. there’s no way you could leave him, especially not after everything you’ve been through together.

so during a rocky patch, when sukuna finally convinces you to let him fuck you, to let him show you how much he loves you and to let him make you feel so good despite the current bump in your relationship, he has probably the sickest idea he’s ever came up with.

“fuucckkk, baby...”, he groans in your ear, rocking his hips back and forth with his large hand resting on your neck as he feels your gummy walls tightening around his cock.

no matter how mad you were at sukuna, he always knew how to fuck you so good.

you moan out his name, something that always sends his cock twitching as you feel your climax start to creep up on you, throwing your head back against the pillow while your moans get needier and whinier.

“shit- i’m gonna cum.”, sukuna hisses, his thrusts growing more desperate and sloppy while your pussy flutters around him and sucks him in deeper. there was no way he was gonna pull out when you pussy clearly wants him inside.

“fuck- fuck- fuck-”, you chant with a high pitched moan, your back arching and your toes curling as your stomach burns with hot white pleasure.

“gonna fuck my baby into this pussy- can’t leave me then, can you?”, sukuna groans. with your head fuzzy and mind empty, you barely even register the words that came from his mouth - until you feel his bare cock shoot his hot, white liquid into your pussy and coating your walls completely.

the feeling brings you back on earth - noticing sukuna’s wicked smile and heavy chest as he watches the way his cum leaks from your swollen pussy.

there was no way you were getting rid of him now.

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bllk men as cliche porn plots

(bachira, rin, isagi, nagi, and reo)

ib: this incredible post of jjk men as overused porn plots

all characters are aged-up!! at least 21+, in my head it's more like late 20s/early 30s (plus Reo lol). this is something between crack and smut, or maybe the intersection of them both. mdni, etc. etc. just some silly little thoughts. I had to keep reminding myself that it's OKAY to ask readers to suspend their disbelief a bit. not everything has to make sense!! (and it does not in these. I know it doesn't. please do not tell me that it doesn't; I promise, I already know.)

tw/cw: some dubcon/noncon, somno (bachira), slight degradation (isagi and sorta reo), voyerism (nagi), age gap implied (reo)

Loud ♡ multiple

⋆. 𐙚 ˚

THINKING ABOUT… men who are so soo loud in bed and just as filthy. he’s the type to moan into your skin, while whispering, “you’re so fucking good f’me, taking all of my cock” right against your ear. 

He’ll whine your name — messy, breathless, needy — every time you clench around him.

He’ll whimper when you tug his hair.

he’ll  gasp when you scratch his back.

He’s so fucking noisy you’re embarrassed someone might hear, but he just grins against your throat and keeps going, even louder, like he wants the whole damn world to know what he’s doing to you.

And his mouth is just as filthy. Nasty words spilling from his lips in that low, wrecked voice. 

"You feel so fucking good, baby—fuck, you're squeezing me so tight—"

"Don't stop, don't stop—wanna feel you cum all over me—"

He loves it when your body reacts to his words and noises, it only encourages him to be louder, nastier. 

“Ahn- fuck! Baby, too much” he’ll kiss down your body, snapping his hips in a rough, erratic pace. Your nails scratching down his back. 

"Shit, you're so pretty like this. My pretty little girl, all mine, all mine" the praises alone have you clenching around him, tugging his hair until your pussy flutters around his fat cock, covering it in your cum. 

“The– fuck– the face you make when you cum is so hot.. Makes me wan’a ruin you over ‘n over” he’d mumble something like that before finishing inside of you and falling limp on top of you. 

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A/n: feel so lazy

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⸻ ミヒャエル・カイザ MICHEAL KAISER.

you would expect step siblings who grew up in an abusive home to be close. protect each other. to have love stronger than any other normal step sibling upbringing.

That wasn't the case for you and kaiser.

You were five when your mother met this strange man, and you were six when she left. It was ironic, both of your mothers having abandoned the two of you in the hands of a cruel, alcoholic ‘father’. 

you resented kaiser for being allowed outside of the house, while you were forced to stay inside and tend to not only your aggressive ‘father’ but the house as well. kaiser barely spoke a word to you, only when absolutely necessary. he was weird, overbearingly protective. he took most of the beatings involuntarily, yet you weren't an exception to the abuse. you can still recall the searing burn of lit cigarettes on your skin, the ringing in your ears when a bottle was smashed over your head, hair soaked dry with the smell of whiskey.

⭒ ── THE UNCERTAINTY IN CONSISTENCY.

syn. your time spent with rin has become somewhat consistent, but you don’t know if that’s in your best interest considering your current relationship.

“I should probably get ready to leave, I can’t stay here forever.”

You sigh out your words from where you’re wrapped up in Rin’s… or you guess your… friend’s bed, his sheets, his shirt. You’re not even sure how long you’ve been here, three? Maybe four days. It’s like both of you are just ignoring the fact that maybe this is a little more than what you’re both trying to say it is.

“Stay if you want.” He’s standing at the foot of the bed as he answers you. He’s still shirtless from his shower and despite the way the dark colour of his hair remains wet and frames his beautiful features, he manages a look at you. You try your best to meet it, but it does prove quite difficult considering how sinfully low Rin’s sweatpants are resting on his hips.

You try to wriggle yourself a little deeper into his sheets as a way to disguise the quick peek you take, but you think your gaze probably lingers a little too long on the lower muscle of his abdomen for it to be discreet. He doesn’t seem to mind though, he likes when you look at him.

“None of my stuff is here.” You try to reason but Rin only offers you a low sort of grunt before looking around the room.

“Just buy more. Cards there.” He tilts his head towards the bedside table when he finds what he’s looking for, and you follow his line of sight to the wallet that rests by his side of the bed.

His neutral expression tells you he’s as serious as ever, Rin was never one to lace his words with anything other than honesty and considering the luxury apartment you’re both in right now, alongside the professional football career and the other expensive gifts he’d buy you… you know he’s serious.

But that’s not the point.

mistakes ‹𝟹 itoshi rin

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ in which, you find your ex-boyfriend’s little brother at a party, and he’s definitely not as little as you remember.

ׂ╰┈➤ rin x sae’sex-gf!reader, tipsy!reader, tipsy!rin, a little ooc for rin, aged-up rin, a lil 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂

. ݁₊ ⊹ you don’t know how you’d gotten yourself in this position. just that it was consuming. it was hot. it was intimate. it was right. but it was so incredibly wrong.

the way you remembered this happening through your tipsy thoughts and mind, you’d made your way past your friends in the party once you’d caught sight of him.

he looked so much like sae. you hadn’t seen him since you’d broken up with sae two years ago. he’d been seventeen at the time, but still devastatingly pretty. but now? now he was gorgeous.

laid back against the couch with japan’s U-20 team fellow stars beside him, rin really looked like sae now. slipping easily into the camaraderie of a team so nonchalantly, his presence quiet but not quite invisible. even the way he looked sitting there amongst his teammates reminded you of sae. laid back, legs opened comfortably, a drink in his hands and the slightest look of amusement on his face.

instead of sae’s pretty pink hair pushed out of his face, rin’s dark hair fell into his eyes, shielding the world from the true beauty that lied beneath.

your heart fluttered in your chest.

rin! you missed him.

you didn’t know what you were doing when you approached him. you really didn’t. what the hell we’re you thinking going to talk to your ex-boyfriend’s little brother?

then, as if it were fate, rin turned his head to see you. recognition glittered in his hazy teal eyes. he tilted his head at you just slightly and you felt your heart jump in your chest. this was definitely a mistake. but then, he lifted his hand, beckoning you to him with two fingers.

you complied, your tipsy mind fogging over as you remembered your ex-boyfriend. sae would’ve beckoned you over like that.

before you knew it, you were already on the couch beside him, the loud music and chatter drowning out as your mind zeroed in on the boy in front of you.

god, he really did look gorgeous up close. you didn’t know when he’d transitioned from a pretty boy to an absolutely beautiful man. because now he was sharper. his lips softer and fuller. his eyes deeper, darker, full of experiences a seventeen year old boy certainly wouldn’t have. and now those eyes were focused on you.

“what are you doing here, y/n?” he spoke, and your stomach flipped. he still sounded like himself. just more sure of himself. less quiet and clipped like that seventeen year old boy he used to be. still raspy and low.

“i can ask the same for you.” you managed to say, attempting to even your voice.

“i’m here ‘cause these morons dragged me.” rin replied, motioning with his cup towards isagi and bachira behind him. his teammates looked between the two of you, then at each other with a smirk. then bachira plucked the cup from rin’s hands and drank from it.

rin looked only a little annoyed. he was definitely different than he used to be. the rin she knew would’ve snatched back the cup. the rin she knew wouldn’t go to parties at all. the rin she knew would never even dream of drinking alcohol. how different was this rin from the boy she knew?

“i’m here ‘cause my friends wanted to go.” you replied.

rin’s eyes flitted up and down from your skimpy little dress to your pretty face. he looked as if he were taking you in the same way you were taking him in. you weren’t the same girl he knew. he looked at you pointedly with piercing teal eyes — sae’s eyes. “now what are you doing here?”

you knew what he was implying. what the hell were you doing here with him for the first time in two years?

“i haven’t seen you in years.” you explained, nipping on your lower lip nervously. god, maybe this really was a mistake. “i just came to talk to you.”

this seemed to amuse him. he didn’t smile at you. he never smiled at all. but something like that of a cat playing with a mouse crossed his features. he looked at you with those tantalizing eyes of his, his pretty lips lifting just slightly. “just came to talk to me?”

“yeah.” your voice came out on a breath. and you didn’t know why. hell, you wish you did. but you felt your lower abdomen flood with butterflies as you felt those teal eyes on you.

you were over sae. you really were. so why the hell was his little brother making you feel this way? his little brother who would blush and mutter out frustrated apologies when he walked in on you and sae kissing. his little brother who hated hugging but let you hug him goodbye every single time you came over. his little brother who let you brush his hair out of his face and playfully ruffle his hair. that boy was still the man in front of you now. why did that memory of him feel so far away?

“i missed you.” you murmured, your hand delicately lifting as you brushed his dark hair out of his face. he really was beautiful. so close yet so far from the rin you knew. “you aren’t so little anymore.”

he really wasn’t. he’d never been truly little. he was taller than sae now. he’d always been. just now he was even taller. his shoulders were broader. his biceps and thighs were more defined, even through the dark fabric of his clothes. when had he morphed from a boy into this man in front of you?

your fingers gently toyed with his hair as rin looked down at you for once, his cheeks already glowing with intoxication only glowed brighter.

“you know,” he said, leaning into your touch ever so slightly. “i used to have a crush on you.”

your heart raced in your chest as butterflies beat their wings rapidly against your lower abdomen. you looked up at him with big astonished glassy eyes. “really?”

rin looked down at you with something fervent and forbidden in his eyes. his expressions betrayed nothing, but within those teal pools of mystery, you could see his mind was struggling to stay composed.

“mhm. used to hug you and pretend i was the one you wanted.” his voice was low and raspy, like he hadn’t ever imagined saying them out loud. the stoic boy you once knew crumbled in your mind, revealing a shy and jealous rin you hadn’t truly known. a shy and jealous rin that had wanted you the entire time.

his lips parted as he looked at you through lowered dark lashes, and god, he was devastating. a face and a stare that could ruin you.

“loved when you played with my hair.” he murmured.

“like this?” your voice came out softer than you’d intended, your fingers slowly twirling the strands in your fingers as warmth pooled in your body and anticipation sent you on edge.

“just like this.”

there’s a moment where an unspoken question hangs in the air. did you really come here to talk?

looking at him now, he looked like a fallen angel. so impossibly beautiful with the most tantalizing and tempting eyes. he looked at you like you were an angel he knew wasn’t his to ruin. his eyes so full of illict desire and irrevocable need.

your eyes fall to his lips, an insatiable craving taking over your entire body, heart and thoughts. soft, plush, pink lips. then you lifted your gaze to find teal eyes full of feeling.

he looks nothing like sae at all. he looks like rin.

“you need something?” he murmured, a pale hand lifting to your hair and moving it out of your face. your lips part as his fingers delve further into your hair, his head tilting and his eyes never leaving yours.

you can hardly breathe.

“mhm.”

“yeah?” he says, and you swear you feel your body grow weaker in his touch. he looks down at your lips longingly, then back to your eyes. “think i can give it to you?”

you can’t even manage words. your heart racing so hard in your ribcage as your chest rose and fell quicker with every breath you took. “mhm.”

“always wanted to hear you say that.” he rasped, just before his lips fell perfectly on top of yours.

rin’s kiss was nothing like sae’s. he was warm. feverish. giving. undoing. rin’s kiss was undoing.

he was slow, deliberate, savouring, full of heat and want. and when he parted your lips under his, warmth blossomed in your lower abdomen.

his fingers wove into your hair, finding your nape and pulling you closer to him, deepening the kiss. your hands found his shoulders, a hand sliding towards his neck, feeling the rapid beat of his heart at his pulse.

and when his tongue met yours, you couldn’t help the soft sound that left your lips. rin tasted like alcohol, sweetness and want.

it was consuming. it was hot. it was intimate. it was right. but it was so incredibly wrong.

you pulled away from him, meeting rin’s alcohol hazed eyes with his pupils blown wide. he looked absolutely sick. sick with desire.

“this is a mistake.” you managed to breathe out.

his breaths came out in short, sweet pants. “it is.”

a shared need drew you two together. you looked down at his glossy lips once more, the taste of him still lingering on your tongue. his eyes fell to your pretty lips again, then back to your eyes, a man starved.

his lips crashed into yours and it felt good. it felt so fucking good to kiss him.

fuck, you were really making a mistake.

you were making out with your ex-boyfriend’s little brother. fuck, and he felt so much better than sae ever had.

"say it again" ♡ Rin

"𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑎𝑦" - 𝑑𝑜 𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑘𝑒𝑦𝑠

⸝⸝♡⸝⸝♡

That was until your professor had the very genius idea of assigning a project which you had to do with partners. The plot twist, he picked the partners. 

Maybe dropping out and becoming a house wife to some rich man wasn’t all that bad. 

You groaned knowing who your partner will be before it was even announced. Of course it was Rin, as if the other 200 people in your class didn’t exist. 

So that how you ended up here. On your bed, phone in hand, looking at the number you had written onto your keypad, thumb shaking over the call button. You closed your eyes before finally pressing it. 

He surprisingly picked up on the second ring. 

“What?” his voice came through, rough, mean. Is that usually how he greeted people? 

“Uhh.. the project, rin. Or did you forget?” 

“Oh. yeah.” he mumbled, clearly not wanting to be here. 

You and rin started working on shared documents until it was just you talking. Rin had gone silent, and you were too caught up to realize. 

“...and so if we made this one.. Um.. yeah this one look like the one in the example, it’ll show the… Rin?” you said, quirking an eyebrow, did he just leave without giving you a heads up? He was still on call, you could see that. 

“God, did you really just get up and leave while i’m in the middle of explaining?? You’re such a fucking asshole” you muttered, falling back onto your bed, looking up at the ceiling. 

“I hate you” you said, your eyes widened when you heard a quiet groan from his end of the call. 

Heavy breathing. “Say that again” he whispered, his voice quieter, more airy. He.. what was he doing? Why did he sound like- like. No he wouldn’t, right? You were silent, before rin spoke up again. 

“Fuck- yn, say that again” your lips quivered, the words not coming out your mouth.

“I hate you” you said again but this time you were unsure, quiet, you didn’t know how to sound. 

“Shit- keep going” he groaned “don’t stop talking” 

“Rin what the hell are you doing” you finally said, clenching your jaw and thighs at the same time. Your hand reached down, fingers grazing over your very wet panties at the thought of rin getting off to your voice.

And this time, he moans, he actually moans, you hear the rustling like his phone is getting shoved around in his bed. Your breath is caught in your throat, you can -hear- him doing it, not only his moans but the way his hand and moving along his length. You bit down on your lower lip, impulsively slipping your hands down your panties. Oh she’s needy for attention. Your fingers move along your folds, collecting your slick on the pads of your fingers. 

“I hate you.. I hate you, rin. Hate you- your stupid, pretty face and your annoying voice.. And i-” you whimper when rin groans your name, you can hear him holding back. Quiet moans and whimpers fall from his lips, making you throb around nothing. 

“More..” 

“You’re pathetic,” you whisper, unsure if it’s for him or for yourself.

A shaky groan slips through the speaker. He moans your name. Really moans it. 

And suddenly, the silence isn’t so empty anymore.

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A/n: cause wtf, rin whimpering>>

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itoshi rin x f!reader smut, portal sex, lowk witchcraft (sigils mean that his sex toy = your pussy basically), very slight semi-public don't get caught stuff (you don't actually get caught), oral f!receiving, p in v word count: 1.75k author's note: please save me i'm deranged

Rin has loved you for years.

He twists his phone in his hand, your contact name right at the top of his notifications. Just thinking about confessing to you has his insides turning, makes him want to slam his head into the nearest wall. He'd rather waterboard himself than say something.

He almost runs into the old lady that holds a hand up to stop him in his tracks.

She tells him that he "seems to be in a bit of a predicament," which he doesn't get at all. But then he looks up as she lead him into a little store right next to a sex shop, handing him something in one hand, the other hand holding up the little machine for making a payment.

Imagine her whilst you use this.

That's easy enough. He's been imagining having you for years. Memorized what your laugh sounds like, twinkling windchimes; how your face looks when you smile.

The toy part is new though. He turns it around. There's a little image near the base of it, like a drawing of some sort.

God, this is so dumb. He knows it even as he lays down in bed and closes his eyes. But then he finds himself all-too-easily imagining your thighs clasped around his head, the taste of you fresh on his tongue.

This was so worth the wait, I live for desperate Rin!! Thank you for sharing, this was such a fun read

ᓚᘏᗢ — bllk: kiss me rn !

⸝⸝ cold bed ♡ sae

"𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒" - 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑦

⸝⸝♡⸝⸝♡

He told himself it was for the best. When he ended it and made you cry while you asked him what you did wrong but all you got was silence. He turned away from you, until you accepted that this was it and left. If sae wanted to be the best, he couldn’t have any distractions. 

It's been weeks since then and for some reason, the thought of you always seems to find its way back into sae’s head. When he comes home from practice, drained and exhausted, hoping to open the door to the sound of you humming, in the kitchen making his favourite or curled up on the couch waiting for him even if it’s well past 12AM. But all he’s met with is a cold house. Empty, dark, quiet. 

He said it didn’t bother him but the way his heart clenched as he walked into the living room; a part of him still wishing to see you on the couch in his hoodie but no, it didn’t bother him. He didn’t need a girlfriend. 

Weeks of this. Day after day. He got better at football, sharper, colder. The screams of his name were louder but it wasn’t the same as your soft voice calling out to him. 

He’s never felt emptier. 

His heart aches, as he comes home. He showers, eats in silence and collapses onto the bed. Exhausted, so much that he shouldn’t even dream but he does. 

That night he dreams of you, looking beautiful as ever but your eyes are red from crying. You were walking away from him. His chest feels tight as he follows behind wanting to wipe your tears away but before he can reach you, you’re too far away, too far gone. Your broken voice fading further and further away until- 

He gasps, eyes snapping open. Sweat clings to his forehead. His heart pounds as he blindly reaches out across the mattress, desperate, frantic—hand searching the other side of the bed for you.

But you’re not there. He’s only met with the other side of his cold, empty bed. 

Just cold linen.

Just silence.

And it hits him like a punch in the gut. You’re gone and he let you leave. No, he’s the reason you left. 

You’re not coming back. He’ll no longer come home to your sweet smile. He’ll no longer see you in the crowd screaming his name louder than everyone else. Because you’re no longer his. 

He stares at the ceiling, throat tight, chest hollow.

The room was too quiet.

The bed was too big.

And for the first time since he let you go, since as long as he can remember, Sae Itoshi feels his eyes sting.

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A/n: i'm sorry.

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ᓚᘏᗢ — seishiro nagi: the art of letting go !

you never expected to fall for him.  

nagi seishiro.

the prodigy. the guy who moves from press rooms to stadium tunnels with the same sleepy indifference who dribbled through defenders like it was just another training drill.

you'd been assigned as his manager fresh into the new season, fresh into the chaos of club transfers and sponsorship deals and cameras always being too close. nagi didn't care for any of it, except maybe the food truck that parked outside the training facility every friday.

he barely listened during meetings. half the time, you weren't sure he was even awake. but then he'd look at you with those pale eyes, soft and searching, and ask, "what do you think i should do?"

and you realized: he was paying attention. to you.

he was clingy in a way that was somehow both juvenile and disarmingly sincere.

after training, he'd trail behind you as you answered emails on your phone. "wanna eat?" he'd ask. "you skipped lunch again."

"i'm your manager, not your babysitter," you'd reply, without looking up. but you'd follow him anyway.

you tried to draw boundaries. he kept stepping over them.

change of scenery | itoshi rin x reader

summary: rin is a little irritated about spending the night at your apartment for once. you try to convince him that it’s not so bad 

a/n: this is my first time writing smut/fic, let alone sharing my writing on here eek! i was on a reading ban for the week and this what my brain decided to do with all the free time i had. pretty sure i was possessed when I wrote this. banners by @cafekitsune! thank you!!

cw: 18+, afab reader, pro player!rin, no specified pronouns, established relationship, marathon sex, overstimulation, oral sex, vaginal sex, finger sucking, nipple play, squirting, they just fuck a lot, ok? rin down horrendous for reader

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“Stop sulking, Rin.” 

“I’m not sulking,” he says gruffly from his place on your bed. 

“Then why are you pouting, baby?” You rub his calf to coax an answer out of him. When he fails to reply right away, you ask. “Is this because we’re at my place instead of yours?” 

“I just prefer sleeping in my own bed,” he mutters after a while. 

“It’s not like I live in a hovel,” you laugh.  

“I know that. It’s actually...nice here.” 

“So, what’s the problem? You’re acting like I forced you to come over.” 

In the 6 months that you and Rin have been seeing each other, you only recall two other occasions where you both spent the night here. As much as you love your apartment, your boyfriend seems intent on keeping you hostage at his. You’re not complaining; he’s the one with the pro-athlete money. Enough to afford a massive apartment that could fit three of yours, complete with state-of-the-art appliances and exorbitantly priced furniture in every room. Seriously, his mattress alone could cover 4 months of your rent. 

Under normal circumstances you would have been getting a running start to hop onto said mattress right about now but, unfortunately for Rin, you have an ungodly early meeting to lead tomorrow. Which means it’s in your best interest to be at home when you wake up, with all your belongings at your disposal instead of fighting to break free from Rin’s sleepy embrace only to realize you accidentally packed a blouse with a massive stain on the front or forgot your work computer in your other bag. 

When you’d informed Rin that you wouldn’t be going home with him on the car ride after your date, he’d visibly deflated, but didn’t say anything. After 20 minutes of driving in silence, he parked in front of his building after all. Before you could even protest, Rin had turned on the hazard lights and jogged inside. He returned only a few minutes later with an overnight bag.  

“Obviously, you didn’t force me,” he scoffs. “I just like being around you. And since I live closer to the stadium than you, I–forget it.” 

“Noooo, don’t do that. Now you have to tell me! Please?” You say with a super effective pout on your face.  

Rin clears his throat and looks away from you. A bright blush blooms from the column of his beautiful neck, across his high cheek bones and up to the cute tips of his ears. His response is so quiet that you have to move right in front of his face to hear him the second time. 

“I said, since I live closer, I can spend more time with you in the morning before practice.” 

It takes a minute to process what he’s just admitted to you. Sure, he said it with the sourest face ever, but his sincerity makes your heart melt.  

“You are so cute!” A statement punctuated with a kiss to his still pink cheek. “I’m sorry if staying the night here is more inconvenient, but I promise to make it up to you. Is that ok?” 

Rin only nods. You press another kiss to the corner of his lips and retreat to your ensuite bathroom to get ready for bed. 

“Aww, don’t miss me too much, I won't be long! I know you’d rather I stay cozied up to you all night.” 

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes. “Just hurry up.”