rin jerks off to u as u sleep - ブルーロック

you stirred slowly out of your sleep from wet, slick sounds pumping into your ears. you were laying on your stomach, having to straighten up and slightly look over your shoulder to see . . .

you tried blinking open your eyes more to clear your bleary vision, seeing rin’s figure hovering over top of your legs. and he was . . . you couldn’t yet make out what he was doing.

hah. . . ah. . . mmnn. . .” rin shuddered mouse-quiet whimpers that accompanied the consistent wet sounds.

and now you figured it out.

“r—rin?” you whispered, your voice raspy with sleep.

rin immediately stilled, a tiny hiccup halting his desperate pants. his eyes, which were slightly wet from a flustered heat, widened slightly.

“you’re awake— i wasn—”

“are you jerking off on me?” you interrupted him.

“m’sorry,” he whimpered, tugging his pants up. “i—i was just— m’not trying to be weird i swear—”

you let your upper body once again collapse on the bed, feeling too exhausted to even stop him. or maybe it was the fact you were actually turned on at how pathetic he seemed right now.

“whatever,” you murmured into the pillow, already closing your eyes to try and go back to sleep. “just don’t wake me.”

rin let out a shaky exhale. he pulled his pants slightly down again — though a little hesitant. however, he was super horny. he couldn’t help but give in to the feeling. seeing your body laid out like this; in shorts that make rin struggle to look anywhere else and a tank top that you put far too much trust in — it made blood rush to his dick fast.

he leaned forward a bit, his arm stretching out to rest his hand on the mattress near your torso to steady himself. his free hand wrapped around his pulsing cock, pumping up and down at a fast pace.

mmf. . . s’hot,” he panted quietly. “n. . .not fair. . .”

in a desperate attempt for more sensation, he pressed his sticky and red tip into the cleft of your ass, a whining groan escaping his spit-glossed lips as he did so. he began rubbing himself against you, swallowing back his weak moans. the faster he got, the more he trembled. both from the overheating pleasure and the fear of waking you up again.

his panting got shallower as he neared his release. he sucked back on saliva that almost dripped from his parted messy lips as his pace slightly quickened again.

“g’nna. . . c—cu— a. . .ahh. . .” he whined, his dick beginning to shoot sticky, warm ropes of cum onto the fabric of your shorts.

his hand pumped along his base more as he kept splurting out more cum, his thighs shaking from the stimulation gradually getting more and more intense.

mmmmnn. . .” he mumbled shakily, finally pulling his hand away and pulling his pants back up.

he slowly set himself back at your side, his face sweaty and flushed from his orgasm and the energy it took to stay quiet for you.

he just couldn’t have waited. waking up in the middle of the night, feeling restless from how horny he was — seeing your sleeping frame didn’t make anything better. so he had to give himself a release somehow!

— ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

─ ˚⊱ ୨ৎ ⊰˚ i heard a rumor that rin gets super sensitive when you suck it..

you kneeled down in between rin’s legs, his hard cock bouncing off his boxer once you took them off. his teal eyes staring at your movement each time— his fingers holding the sheets underneath him, feeling the sensation of him being sensitive already.

his breathing hitched as your tongue licked the tip of his member, precum already coating your taste buds.

"fuck.. right there," he groaned, tossing his head back against the bed frame, black hair fanning out. his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. "yeah... right like that..." his hips involuntarily twitched upward, seeking more contact.

your lips sealed around the head, tongue swirling that slick slit while your right hand squeezed his thick base. he cursed sharply in japanese, thighs trembling under your touch. "shit—shit, don't stop—" his grip tightened on your hair, not guiding, just hanging on like he might float away.

the low guttural sounds he made vibrated against your skull.

his rhythm faltered for a moment as you sucked harder, throat constricting around his shaft. his hips jerked uncontrollably, slapping against your face as he rode the sensation.

"wait—wait—" he breathed, gasping out. then his hips locked straight, eyes rolling back as the first burst of cum hit your tongue. his release was intense, back arching off the bed as he emptied himself into your mouth.

legs shaking, he let out a series of muffled curses, completely lost in the moment. his grip on your hair loosened, but his hands remained there, tangling in your locks.

after his cum came a second wave, softer this time, your tongue lapping it up slowly. the taste was saltier, sweeter—his essence now coating your taste buds completely.

"fuck... fuck," he rasped, breathing ragged. "that was..." he couldn't even finish the thought. his body went limp against the sheets, heart pounding, just staring up at you with those teal dazed, grateful eyes.

“one more time..?” you mumbled against his length.

his eyes snapped open, pupils blown wide. he stared at your face buried between his legs, the slick evidence of his pleasure still clinging to your chin.

"more?" he choked out, somewhere between a laugh and a whimper. "you just— i just—" he couldn't even find the words. his hand came up to cover his eyes, embarrassed. "there's literally nothing left to give."

he dropped his head back against the frame, letting out a helpless laugh mixed with a broken moan. "you're fucking impossible..."

he was already trembling, overstimulated and absolutely drained. his cock was twitching softly, limp and sensitive against your lips. but even knowing he couldn't physically cum again, he didn't push you away. he trusted you.

"go ahead..." so you sank back down, lips brushing against his sensitive length. he flinched violently, nearly crying out. just the slightest contact had him squirming— the tip already swollen and leaking pinkish precum from his earlier release.

"ah— fuck, fuck fuck—" he hissed through clenched teeth.

his entire body jolted like he’d been electrocuted. a sharp, broken sob tore from his throat as your lips met the swollen, weeping tip. his hands flew down, fingers tangling desperately in your hair—not to push you away, but just to hold on for dear life.

his cock bucked against your mouth, completely unresponsive to pleasure anymore—just pure, overwhelming sensation. his abs cramped visibly, thighs shaking so hard they were hitting each other.

a pathetic, high-pitched whine escaped him that he would never admit to making. but your lips never stopped. gentle, soft licks over the leaking tip. he was so sensitive he couldn't even function. not even functioning. he was just— whimpering.

his body completely broke down. he couldn't even form words anymore, just a series of pathetic whimpers and broken sobs. his hips were bucking up into your mouth uncontrollably, his limp dick completely uncaring about stimulation—just reacting to the overwhelming sensation.

his back arched off the bed, mouth falling open in a silent scream as his cock bucked violently against your lips. then came the thin spurts of cum into your mouth.

rin’s unimpressed that you’re drunk, but he didn’t expect it to make you such a romantic — ブルーロック

“riiiinnnieee!” you call out, your voice shaky with liquor.

you toed off your shoes lazily, shutting the front door behind you with a loopy grace. your heart hammered against your chest with every clumsy step you took.

rin leaned against the kitchen island, arms crossed with his unamused gaze following your movement.

“rin!” you beam, losing your breath just from seeing him.

you quickly reach over to him to close the space, throwing your arms over around his neck and inhaling his scent.

“you’re drunk. you reek of alcohol,” he muttered, keeping his arms crossed.

“m’not drunk. just so . . . happy to see you,” you murmur contently against him, the vibrations of your purring tone traveling past the fabric of his shirt.

rin stilled, his mind momentarily shutting off from your words. his cheeks betrayed him, fading into a peachy pink. logically this was just the alcohol talking, since you were clearly drunk. but rin couldn’t help but get a little flustered.

“. . . and you smell soooo goooddd. like— all the time.” you paused to slightly pull back from him, looking up at him. “it’s like i’m dating a prince.”

rin’s eyes flickered with every beat of his heart — that had only kept quickening and quickening. with your syrupy tone and heavy-lidded gaze. . . not to mention your words that were as sweet as sugar. . . rin’s face was heating up. and up. and up. . .

“prince . . .” he repeated quietly, hung up on your use of words.

“priiince! and i’m your princess,” you grinned. “we’re in a fairytale!”

“ugh. you’re too sappy,” he groaned.

you reached a hand up, booping his nose with your pointer finger. “d’wanna be anything else. not when you’re here with me.”

rin blinked, his brows tensing and his eyes glittering with a feeling he wasn’t able to describe — maybe handle, either.

“. . . you’re ridiculous,” he muttered.

“‘cause you’re too cute. i can’t even think straight when i look at you,” you giggle.

“m’not cute,” he frowned, offended from your wording.

your grin widened, the corners of your drunken eyes crinkling with amusement. “okay. handsome, then.”

rin’s face slightly relaxed, though a red stain still blanketed his plush skin. he averted his gaze from your face, looking a little over your shoulder.

“whatever. . . thanks.” he paused for a moment. then, he said, although awkwardly, “. . .you’re . . . pretty.”

you smile, leaning more into him and giving him a quick peck on the lips. “thank you.”

“mhm,” he mumbled.

— ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

၊၊||၊ ♪⊹ - pretty boy by the neighborhood

a//n draft pull and its rin itoshi ofc

Your baby is just like him.

Needy. Attached. Possessive.

Won't sleep in a crib. Won't let a maid touch him. Won't nap unless your scent is wrapped around him like a blanket. Constantly needs your clothes, your skin, your warmth.

He also looks just like Rin. Teal big innocent eyes, pouty lips, that familiar innocent face that Rin had when he was a baby.

And he also wants only you.

You are always carrying him. Holding him. Feeding him. Rocking him. Bathing him. Your arms ache constantly but you don't let go.

You barely sleep.

You barely breathe.

Wheneve Rin walks into the bedroom and sees you— hair messy, shirt stained with milk, one arm cradling the baby while the other flips through pediatric guides—

And something inside his chest twists painfully.

He misses you.

The old you.

The soft wife who used to hug him from behind when he cooked, who used kissed his neck before he left for games, who nagged him about not folding towels properly.

Now all your attention goes to your son.

His son.

So one night when he finds you half asleep in the rocking chair, with his son asleep in your arms—Rin kneels in front of you.

"Give him to me," he whispers.

You stir.

"He just fell asleep, Rin—"

"I'll keep him asleep," he says, firmer now, arms already outstretched. "You need to rest."

Slowly, reluctantly, you transfer the baby into his arms.

Rin stands and begins to pace, copying the movements he's watched you repeat countless times. His large hand pats his son's back in steady rhythm. The baby sighs and curls into his chest, instantly soothed.

Rin exhales.

Then he whispers—"You selfish little thing."

The baby yawns.

"You stole her from me," Rin mutters, jaw tightening. "Now she's always tired. Always sick. Can't even smile the same."

But when he looks down and sees that tiny, pouty version of himself, the bitterness dissolves.

Because damn it— The baby is perfect.

And he looks exactly like Rin.

Which you never stop reminding him.

"Why—" you always groan during diaper changes, "why does he have your pout, your eyes, your anger, your everything? I did all the work. I carried him inside my body for 10 months. I gave birth. Why does he look just like you?!"

Rin just always smirks in response and says "You love the way I look," and presses a kiss to your temple.

But what truly breaks him?

Your eyes.

Bloodshot. Dull. Exhausted.

But you still don't stop trying.

You cook him lunch sometims. You pack his practice bag. You insist he sleeps before games. You smile and say you're fine.

But Rin sees it.

Every silent wince. Every clumsy stumble. Every moment you fall asleep standing near the crib.

And he hates it.

He hates how much you give.

He hates how much the baby takes.

He sighs as he lays his sleeping son carefully on the crib and covers his body with a soft blanket. And after pressing a soft kiss on his son's tiny head, he walks towards you. You're currently struggling to fold a tiny onesie, your fingers trembling. Rin just gently takes it from your hands.

"Lie down."

"I'm okay."

"You're not."

He lifts you effortlessly and carries you to the bed, tucking you in, pulling the blanket to your chin as if you are the fragile one now.

Then he leans down and whispers to your sleeping face—

"I miss you. But I love you too much to ask for more."

And later, when the baby wakes, Rin picks him up with one arm and studies his sleepy expression.

"You're both the death of me," he murmurs.

The baby blinks up at him.

Rin exhales, pressing a soft kiss to his son's forehead.

"I love you, you little thief," he admits quietly.

"But give her back to me sometime, okay?"

The baby yawns again.

And Rin smiles—tired, resigned, hopelessly in love.

loving you comes easily for rin itoshi, but… showing it is another conversation.

“do you want to go on a date tomorrow?”

you perk up from his chest, almost flinching. “um… did you say something?” you ask, brows furrowed.

rin looks away, angling his face—not fully to the point where you’d point it out, but just enough for you to not see the hint of red decorating his cheeks… or so he thought, anyway.

“are you blushing?” you ask, giggling as you turn to face him fully, sitting up slightly.

“you always said i should work on my intimacy issues so…” he mutters, suddenly feeling bashful as he gulps.

“yeah, because i feel like i’m just a glorified friend of yours, not a girlfriend. i mean, you never do anything romantic!”

“that’s not true…” he says, voice low yet defensive as he finally meets your gaze.

“oh yeah?”

rin takes your hand with no hesitation and presses it against his chest, directly on top of where his heart lies. “any time we cuddle, i match my breathing patterns to yours.”

“you’re adorable, but that’s not exactly romantic,” you giggle, completely forgetting one thing— rin is nothing if not argumentative.

“i’ve memorized your sleeping schedule, your cycles, your breathing patterns. i know you take shorter breaths when it’s hot, or when you’re anxious. do you even know that about yourself?”

“okay, sassy man apocalypse patient zero, but it’s not exactly like that’s a significant thing to know,” you retort.

rin furrows his brows, almost pouting as he scowls at you. “i carry tissues all the time because i know you hate eating with your lip products on. i turn the a/c on higher than necessary because i know you like staying under the covers, even if it’s hot. i always put your shoes on top of the shoe rack while you’re getting ready because i know you hate looking for it,” he says, “significant enough for you?”

"𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒅'𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔."

~ Synopsis: you broke it off with the bllk boys many years ago. But it seems they just won't leave you alone: how else would you justify the fact that your children's favorite football player, out of all players in the world, is your ex?

~ Characters: Itoshi Rin and Isagi Yoichi

~ Aged up characters!! They're all around 28-35 here, including you!! Also I cussed a lot here lol

~ Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3

Isagi Yoichi

Isagi Yoichi.

You weren't unfamiliar with that name. Why would you be? You dated for almost 4 years after all. High school sweethearts or whatever you'd like to call it, your relationship looked like it came straight out of a fantasy book.

He was perfect, to put it simply.

Always supported you in whatever you did, clearly cared for you and your needs and noticed the most unimportant details (that are actually the most important ones in a relationship): how you liked your coffee, when your shoes were untied, that the volume of your TV was always at an even number. He noticed.

He was comprehensive too. Afterall, he agreed to the break up even though he loved you to the core of his soul.

You see, you were the one who suggested the break up. You loved him too - and loving is letting go. You knew about his aspiration to be a worldwide known soccer legend. And, since you were aware of how unforgiving and demanding the athlete world was, you decided it would benefit him to focus all his time and energy on his career instead of on a relationship.

After hours of a heartfelt talk, you both decided to break it off - a mutual break up that hurt even more than if you fought and break up after, because you both still knew you loved each other to bits, but that was exactly why you both agreed to it.

Saying he agreed to the break up doesn't mean he didn't fight against it though - trust me, he did. He argued and denied and even fell to his knees at one point, but inevitable agreed to it, because if it meant it'd make you feel better he'd do anything.

He even tried to continue as friends, but you denied, saying you didn't want to be a distraction (he fired back saying you'd never be a distraction, but you weren't really buying it. So, you blocked him everywhere while repeating to yourself that it was "All for him", but was it really? Or was it your own thoughts and insecurities that got too loud? You didn't really like to think much about it or your head started to hurt - and your heart too)

So, it was safe to say you were familiar with the name Isagi Yoichi.

Actually, it seemed you saw it even more constantly now, almost ten years after the break up.

"And Isagi Yoichi, with a header, ties the game for Bastard München! This is one of the world's best in action, ladies and gentlemen!"

You were a football fan at heart. That was one of the things that got you and Isagi closer: your shared interest for football. So it wasn't a surprise that it was also your son's favorite sport.

"Mom, look at Isagi's goal!" Your son, Yuko, pulled at your skirt while you cooked to catch your attention, pointing at the TV "He's the best!"

It was a surprise, thought, that Isagi was his favorite football player.

"He is, huh?" You smiled, and Yuko feverly nodded his head up and down.

"Yeah!"

A gentle silence settled between the two of you. Yuko was the product of a relationship with a jerk you thought could be the love of your life. Turns out you were very wrong and, the moment you announced your pregnancy, he ran and disappeared, blocking you everywhere and leaving you with a positive pregnancy test and crushed spirits.

But you were not weak. You weren't just going to sit down and let this asshole ruin your life, so you persevered. You carried Yuko for nine months with pride, and it was safe to say you wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for him.

Your son was the one you held dearest to your heart, the one who got you through the darkest times of your life, your best friend...

"I want my birthday party to be about him!"

...and also the one who made you lose your head at times.

With a sigh, you crouched down to match his height

"Yuko, dear, I thought we had agreed on your party being about the Avengers. You were so excited about it too, saying you wanted - who was it, oh! - the Hulk to come? I invited him, and now you want me to uninvite him?" You put your hand on your chest, faking a fearful expression "What if he gets mad and crashes the party? Or worse - eats all the cake in secret?"

Your son only giggled, patting your head

"Don't worry, momma! The Hulk can still come to my party!" He quickly ran back to the living room when he heard the referee's whistle signaling the beggining of the second half, and you followed him "I'm sure he's an Isagi fan too! Everyone is, since he's the best!"

Then, just as you were about to crash out, an almost unadible whisper came from Yuko

"You think..." He looked at you with hopeful eyes "You think you can invite him for my birthday party, mom?"

Oh, fuck your life.

"I'll see what I can do, dear"

You kissed your son's temple and went back to the kitchen, not really able to focus on the food anymore.

What could you do? I mean, technically you could hire a look alike. Your son probably wouldn't even be able to notice anyways - he'd be happy and you wouldn't need to go through an emotional torment like you were right now. Win-win situation.

But you just couldn't. Something about knowing you could get him exactly what he wanted and didn't just because of your own stupid feelings made you feel like the worst mom ever.

But would Isagi even agree to it? He probably had you blocked already, or didn't care about you enough to go through such lengths anymore. Maybe he wasn't in Japan at the moment, or his PR team wouldn't let him, or he changed his number.

The chances of him coming to the party were slim, so you decided to try. Since he'd probably refuse anyway, you would at least feel better since, well, you tried. It wouldn't be your fault that he didn't come, and you could finally rest with your hired look-alike.

With shaky hands, you grabbed your phone, going straight to the message app.

You unblocked him, wincing at the old texts you just couldn't bring yourself to delete. You typed and deleted your message at least thrice before settling for a simple: "Hey, Isagi. I know it's been very long, but can we talk?"

You quickly shut your phone and slammed it screen down on the kitchen counter, not expecting a quick response - actually, not expecting response at all.

So, accordingly, when your phone ringed, you jumped.

You let it ring once, then twice. On the third ring, you finally picked up the call. You didn't see the caller ID, but you already knew who it was.

"...hello?" You muttered, and you hated how weak it sounded.

From across the phone, Isagi muttered your name. Almost like a prayer, like he couldn't believe it's been so long since he last said it. He said it through a hushed whisper, and you could hear the pure devotion in his voice. He spoke like he wasn't worthy of your time or even your thoughts, and it left you puzzled.

"Hi!" He continued, a little too enthusiastic when compared to the way he said your name "You said you wanted to talk. What is it?"

His voice sounded different yet the same. More mature, sure, but it was the same tone. The same excited way of speaking he used when talking to you about soccer, and you could practically see his 18 year old self gesticulating like a crazed person while explaining why this formation was better than that one.

It made you internally giggle.

Isagi called out your name again, pulling you out of your thoughts.

"Sorry" you muttered. An awkward silence settled between you both. You pinched the brige of your nose and sighed, mentally preparing yourself to go on with what you were about to do.

You were already regretting it.

"Isagi" you whispered his name softly. Your son was in the room next to yours, and you didn't want him to hear. You didn't want give him false hopes - even thought you knew in your heart things weren't going the way you originally thought. Yoichi calling you, and not simply texting like a normal person would, was enough to make you realize that.

You heard Isagi make a sound through the phone when he heard his name, clearly overwhelmed - and perhaps even happy to hear you call him again, even if it was only his surname "I need a favor."

"Of course!" You could practically feel him smiling through the phone "What do you need, babe?"

You both stammered.

"I-I m sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"It's alright, Isagi." You smiled bitterly "It's no big deal" you sighed again, swallowing hard "Anyways, I need to talk to you about something very important."

"S-sure, go ahead."

His eagerness actually unsettled you.

You cleared your throat and continued

"I know this will sound insane, but if it's not much to ask..." you took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself. Then, not any louder than a whisper, you continued "...could you come to my son's birthday party in two weeks?"

An uncomfortable silence filled the call, and you were quite literally feeling like you were about to faint.

Then, came Isagi's response.

"Huh?"

"Only if you're in Japan, of course!" You were feeling a little embarassed "I-I totally understand if you can't come! Honestly, I don't know why I called. You're a famous player, after all! You probably have much more to do than spend your time on a silly birthday party..."

"Hey."

"And I'm really sorry for wasting your time, I didn't mean to! Anyways, you can just pretend this never happened..."

"[Name]."

"Actually, just block me. Forget I did this please. I just thought..."

"[Name]!"

You got silent the moment he screamed your name.

Damn. For someone who was trying to act nonchalant and cool, you were really playing the pathetic part.

You heard Isagi sigh from across the screen.

Then, what he said next absolutely shocked you.

"I can go"

You answered something very smart amongst the lines of: "Really?!"

"Yes" he chuckled, but you felt something different in his voice. When he answered the call, he was happy. Overjoyed, even - and you knew that because you knew him. But now, even though he wasn't downright crying, you could feel a tension on the way his words came out. Almost like he was sad. Strange. "But, uhm... Won't he mind?"

"He?" You were confused. You thought he was taking about your son. Why would he mind that his favorite player was coming to his birthday party?

"Your... husband." Isagi uttered that last word like it physically hurt him to get it out.

...

"I'm not married, Isagi." You deadpanned

Now, it was his turn to come up with a very smart reply: "Wait- are you serious?"

"Yes" you said with a confused expression. Then, a little calmer than you were moments before, you continued "Yuko, my son, is sadly also the son of a jackass who abandoned me the moment I got pregnant. His stupid father never took responsibility, so I raise him as a single mother. You're his favorite football player, so, if you could come to his little party, it would mean the world to me- him. To him"

For the nmpth time that call, the line went silent. Then you heard a noise that sounded like the phone being thrown. Then...

"YES!" you heard Isagi shout, so loudly you had to remove the phone from your ear, even if his mouth was nowhere near the speaker. You carefully put it against your ear again, only to hear running from the other end. Was this idiot really running and jumping from joy across the screen? Then, the sound of hustling came, signaling he really had let the phone down to run and just picked it up. A screech came out when he grabbed the phone again "Y-you heard that? I thought I had muted the call!" He stuttered, and you started to smile "I'm not saying 'Yes' as in 'I'm glad that jerk left you alone and now you're a single mother', I'm saying it as in 'Im glad you don't have a husband'! N-not that I wouldn't be happy if you did have a husband! I would be happy for you, really. But like... You know what?" He interrupted himself, irradiating joy "Just-just send me the date. I promise you I'll be there. Like, pinky promise. I'll bring gifts and all! It will be Yuko's best birthday party ever, I swear!"

Shit. You were crying.

"Thank you, Isagi"

He calmed down a little at your genuine words, and his voice came out meek when he replied:

"You're welcome." You could feel his smile through the screen "And [Name]?"

"...yes?"

"...don't block me again, please"

He ended the call, the sound of the rings a sharp contrast to the softness of his voice and the impact of his words.

"Mom, come look at this cool move Isagi did last match!" Your son shouted from the living room, but all you could do was stare at your black phone screen, eyes unblinking.

Trust me, you were watching Isagi's move up close.

Rin Itoshi

Rin hated meet and greets.

He liked his fans, but he hated interacting with people in general. So, having to interact with hundreds of people for more than 2 hours? Absolute hell. Just fucking kill him with a chainsaw already, won't you?

He usually didn't really engage in conversation. He just signed some autographs, posed for some pictures and that was pretty much it.

Today was another day of an excruciatingly boring meet and greet.

'It will be over soon, it will be over soon', he kept repeating to himself. He could see the end of the line of fans and practically feel the softness of his hotel's bed mattress already. Only a few more minutes and he'd finally leave.

"Mr. Rin?" He heard a high pitched voice call out. He looked from left to right but saw no one. "Right here!"

He looked down.

Huh. It was a toddler.

Okay, it wasn't really a toddler. Probably a bit older - around 5 or 6 - but still a little kid. It was a girl, hair in pigtails and toothy grin widening when he noticed here.

Rin thought it was a little weird. His fanbase wasn't mostly made out of kids - Bachira's had many more. Rin was used to interacting with boys and even girls - he was popular among them for some reason - but children? No one prepared him for that. So, he just did what he did best: he stayed silent. This kid was the last one on his line anyway. The others wanted to meet the other members that were on the same table as him: Isagi, Nagi, Bachira, Barou and others.

The kid didn't seem to notice his silence - or, if she did, she chose to ignore it. She continued speaking.

"I really like how you play!" She held her hand up for him to grab, and he awkwardly did (after Isagi nudged him to do so, because he was just staring at it, confused).

The moment he shook her hand, his breath hitched pathetically. It wasn't anything bad, no. It was just, the moment he looked at her better, he noticed... her eyes.

Her eyes were familiar. He couldn't pinpoint where he knew them from though (he could. He just didn't want to).

He shook his head to get rid of the strange feeling and just continued staring at the kid in silence.

"I want to be like you when I grow up!" The girl smiled "But my mom says I shouldn't. She says I should choose another player to have as an inspiration, like Isagi or Bachira!"

A vein popped in his neck. Then, in his usual flat tone, he fired back.

"Your mom's stupid."

Isagi hit him on the thighs, and he could hear Bachira laughing from across the table, but he didn't really care.

The girl giggled.

"I'm gonna tell her you said that!"

"Go on. I don't care" he crossed his arms.

"She's right there, actually!" The girl smiled. Then, she shouted "Mom, come here!"

Rin could hear a sigh from the mom, who stepped aside from the line to let the girl talk to him.

Damn, this woman really hated his guts, huh? Not that he gave a fuck anyways.

"Ohhh, she's coming!" The girl continued giggling and teasing

"Again, I couldn't care less."

The moment the mom stepped into the light though, Rin's soul quite literally shivered.

Oh shit. He did care.

It was you.

You, his ex. The person he loved the most. Actually, the only person he ever let near his heart.

You looked more mature. Definitely prettier, even though he thought it was impossible for you to look prettier. You changed, and he did too - but his heart still did that stupid backflip the moment he saw you.

"What is it, darling?" You crouched down, head patting your daughter's hair.

Rin took advantage of your moment of distraction to fix everything wrong about himself. He fixed his posture, combed his hair with his hands and even drank a bit of water - even though he choked on it and almost died. You didn't really look though, so he just ignored it (Isagi didn't. He was rolling from laughter). He did all of this to look nonchalant and composed in front of you. It's been 9 years since you broke up, so he wanted to show you he was doing just fine, as if the mere sight of you didn't ruin him completely.

This fake composure quickly vanished the moment he uttered your name, interrupting your kid.

"[Name]..."

Gosh, he hated how vulnerable he sounded.

You looked up, a nameless emotion swimming in your irises - there it was. The girl's eyes came from you. They were the same as yours - the same beautiful tone he missed so much, but didn't want to admit.

"Rin." You muttered. You wanted to sound confident - but you just sounded like someone who had explosive diarrhea. Your voice failed and you wanted to hit yourself for that. To ignore the embarrassment, you looked back at your daughter "So, sweetie?"

Rin looked at your daughter. Then you. Then back at your daughter. Then a fearful expression appeared in his eyes, clearly begging for your child to keep her mouth shut...

"Rin called you stupid!"

Fuck.

"No I didn't" he quickly shot back

"But you did!" She pointed at him "He said you're very stupid, mom!"

"Shes lying." He got up quickly, his chair making a screeching noise that made everyone cover their ears "I did not say that, [Name]."

"Liar liar pants on fire!" Your daughter fired, giggling

"Oh, so you think I'm stupid, Rinnie?" You looked at him with a smirk and oh he was absolutely melting.

He thought he had gotten over you. He really did. You were nothing but past to him - till you came back. And now he was hooked - again.

"No." He said way to quick "She is" he then pointed at your daughter

"Hey!" She crossed her arms, glaring at him "I'm not stupid!"

"You're right, you're not' Rin crossed his arms back, a faint sign of a smirk on his lips "You're a liar."

"Mom!" She hugged your leg "He's mean! You're right, I should've been a Bachira or Isagi fan!"

You only giggled, and Rin forgot how to breath for a second. The whole world seemed to stop when you looked at him, and, if he searched hard enough, he was sure could see his 14 year old self in your eyes. The one that was crazy in love with you (but if he really searched hard, he could find it hidden inside himself. It was only that you brought it out)

He wanted to live forever in this moment.

"Miss? You really need to go. The event is ober"

Rin never wanted to strangle a bodyguard like he wanted to right now.

He didn't even notice that you were the last people there. Neither did he noticed all his teammates attentively staring at the display in front of them.

"Oops, I'm sorry!" You smiled awkwardly at the bodyguard, then quickly grabbed your daughter's hand "C'mon, love. Thank Mr. Rin for his time"

"Thank you, Mr. Rin!" Your daughter bowed, and Rin doesn't know why but he bowed back. Thank you for bringing your mother back to me, I guess.

"Let's go" you turned to leave. You were almost leaving again - away from his grasp and he couldn't do anything about it. He had to think fast. How to stop you, how to stop you, how to...

"Wait, mom! I forgot to ask for an autograph!"

Oh, bless your adorable daughter.

"Really?" You sighed, then let go of her arm reluctantly "Go on. But do it fast!"

Your daughter nodded. Then, she quickly grabbed a paper and a pen that someone (Bachira) casually and conveniently handed her and went up to Rin again.

He grabbed the pen with shaky hands. His mind was running so fast that he forgot his own signature. What the fuck was happening to him? Was he scared?

Him, Rin Itoshi, scared to make a move? No, it couldn't be.

...maybe he was a little afraid of you having a family already and maybe he'd sulk about it for days on end if you had, but that's pretty much it!

"Psst, hey!" He heard your daughter mutter. She put her little hands to cover her mouth and whispered, like she was sharing a top secret with him. And she was, because the next words that came out of her mouth shocked Rin' entire being "She's single."

That was all the confirmation he needed.

Your daughter went back to you skipping, smile on her face and a paper with a signature and a combination of digits that strangely looked like a phone number.

Iloveisagiiloveisagiiloveisagi

SMAU: Oh, it’s you! Pt. 2

SYNOPSIS: Your child has your phone, texting their Daddy on it

WARNINGS: Implied Daughter in all, suggestive in Shidou, Sendou and Karasu’s, swearing, grammar mistakes, female reader

FEATURING: Shidou Ryusei : Itoshi Rin : Sendou Shuuto : Karasu Tobito :

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a/n: Likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! Do not steal or copy my work.

n: for @smiggymoonlight and @ushi010101 (do u still exist? 💔)

Testing if the blue lock boys melt into your kiss

where they stood still with their arms outstretched as you stepped closer, determined to see if they will melt into your kiss.

ft. isagi, nagi, sae, rin, kaiser.

ISAGI YOICHI.

He's already standing as you directed him to. Smiling nervously, ears already turning pink.

"Okay, so I just stand here? This is… okay."

You step in closing the space , your mouth meets his, tongue sliding past his lips, and the noise he makes is half gasp, half groan. His arms drop instantly, one hand fisting the back of your shirt, the other cupping your jaw, and he kisses you back with raw hunger. The kiss deepens as his knees go weak and he simply sinks. He pulls you down with him, dropping to his knees and taking you into his lap. His hands are everywhere your waist, your thighs, your face like he needs to feel all of you at once. He’s kneeling on the floor with you straddling him, a moan spilling into your mouth when your fingers thread into his hair.

He breaks the kiss just enough to gasp against your lips.

“I..yeah. I melted. On the floor. You win.”

His arms are now embracing you and he has no intention of letting you go anytime soon.

NAGI SEISHIRO

His arms are out, but they’re already drooping, and he’s staring at you with a lazy look.

“This is such a pain. My arms are going to fall out"

You kiss him. Deep, before he could take his long lazy sigh.  There’s a pause a blink and then something shifts. His arms drop and suddenly he’s locked in. His hands grip your waist, and with zero effort, he lifts you. Your legs wrap around him instinctively, ankles locking at his back, and he holds you up like you weigh nothing. His mouth never leaves yours. The kiss turns slow, consuming, tongue sliding against yours, exploring every angle as he carries you a few steps without breaking the kiss. One hand across your back, the other under your thigh.

He pulls back to whisper against your lips.

“Mm. That was worth the effort.”

ITOSHI SAE

His arms are extended but his is face is still unreadable, his eyes are fixed on you with a intensity.

“You’re aware this is absurd. Count me out.”

You grab the front of his jacket, pull him down, and kiss him like you’re trying to crack ice. Tongue against his, demanding. His arms lower slowly, deliberately, his hands on your waist which then slide lower. He pulls your hips against him, fingers pressing in with quiet ownership, and then he bends you. One hand on your back, the other tilting your head back as he deepens the kiss. He leans over you, bending you backward in his arms like you’re surrendering to gravity and he’s the only thing holding you up. He breaks the kiss with his lips still brushing yours.

“You melted. I simply....accommodate”

But his hand trembles against your back, and he doesn’t let you go.

ITOSHI RIN

His arms are out but he looks as if he's dying, fists already clenched, jaw so tight the muscle jumps. He won’t look at you.

“Just get it done already.”

You kiss him with teeth and tongue. His arms snap down, hands grabbing you , one fisting your hair, the other gripping your thigh and before you can process it, he’s lifted you onto the nearest surface. A table. A desk. You don’t know. You don’t care. He steps between your legs, your thighs bracket his hips, and he kisses you. Tongue sliding against yours, messy and desperate, teeth dragging on your lower lip. He cages you in, hands planted on the surface on either side of your hips, leaning over you, body pressing you down until you’re half-lying back and he’s bent over you, devouring you like the beast he is.

He tears his mouth away, panting, forehead pressed to your collarbone. "…This is your fault."

And yet he is still clinging to you.

MICHAEL KAISER

He's standing like he's posing, grinning looking down at you.

"You're actually thinking i'll react. Adorable."

He's still grinning when you step forward. He's still grinning when you put your hands on his chest. And he's still grinning, just barely, when you press your lips to his.

Soft. That's what breaks him. Your mouth moves against his with a tenderness he doesn't know how to defend against, and the grin dies. For three heartbeats he doesn't kiss back. He just takes it the gentleness, the care.

However, he can't let you see that you've undone him with a soft kiss. So he spun you around. Your palms meet the nearest wall, then he's behind you. One hand finds your thigh, thumb stroking a slow, soothing circle. The other slides up the curve of your spine, tracing every with a gentleness that contradicts everything he's about to do. His fingers reach your jaw. He grips it firm and turns your head to the side to kiss you.

It's devastating. His mouth slants over yours from behind, tongue sweeping in with desperation, and this angle means you can't kiss him back you can only take it. He sets the pace with his tongue, as he also gently strokes your thigh and back. The contrast is maddening.

When he finally breaks the kiss, his lips drag along your jaw to your ear.

"…Don't turn around yet. I'm not done falling.

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