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ITOSHI RIN X READER

Timeskip!! - MDNI

warnings- smut.lots of smut.

You hadn’t meant to ignore him.

Training had been brutal all day with drills, everyone pushed themselves harder than usual, practicing attack patterns and breakaway techniques until your muscles screamed. You hardly had the energy to notice anything beyond the next drill, the next breath.

But Rin noticed. He always noticed.

He noticed the way you barely glanced at him between sessions. How you slipped into a conversation with Bachira and Isagi without seeking him out, the way you normally would.

Rin caught the way your smile came easier around everyone else. Not him.

He said nothing, as usual. The cold mask he wore stayed in place: detached, disinterested, immaculate.

But under the surface, he simmered.

Now, walking back to the dorms long after everyone else had collapsed into their beds, your phone buzzed.

Rin Itoshi [1:43 AM]:

"Come to my room. Now."

The text was simple. Sharp. Not a question.

You hesitated in the hallway, heart thudding.

You could almost feel his eyes already—impatient, irritated, burning with something you couldn't quite name.

You shouldn’t go.

Rules. Curfews. Sanity.

But your feet moved anyway.

By the time you reached his door, your palms were sweaty.

You knocked once, soft.

No answer.

You reached for the handle, and it swung open from the inside, Rin standing there in low sweatpants and a fitted black t-shirt, hair still damp from a shower. His blue eyes fixed onto you immediately — no greeting, no hesitation — and the next thing you knew, he was pulling you inside and shutting the door with a click.

The room was dim, the only light coming from a small lamp on the desk. It cast Rin’s face in sharp shadows, the angles of his jaw and cheekbones cut with almost brutal precision.

You opened your mouth to say something — an apology maybe — but he was faster.

"Don’t," he said, voice low.

You froze under his stare. His fingers brushed against the inside of your wrist, featherlight, and the contrast between his touch and his expression made you dizzy.

"You ignored me all day," Rin said.

It wasn't an accusation. It was a fact. Plain. Devastating.

"I didn’t mean to," you whispered.

His eyes narrowed slightly. His hand slid up your arm, deliberate, slow, until his fingers were curled around the back of your neck. The touch was almost tender — if not for the possessive way he pulled you closer, forcing you to tip your head up to meet his gaze.

"You don't get to," he said.

There was a pause — heavy, electric.

Your heart hammered so loudly you were sure he could hear it.

The tension stretched between you, taut and trembling, like a ball about to be snapped into the net.

Without warning, Rin kissed you.

It wasn’t soft.

It wasn’t gentle.

It was punishing — his mouth crushing yours, forcing a gasp from you that he swallowed greedily. His hands tightened around your hips, pulling you flush against the hard, lean line of his body. You could feel the heat radiating off him in waves.

He kissed like he played: with singular, devastating focus.

You barely noticed your back hitting the wall, the way he pinned you there with his body weight. His hands slipped under the hem of your shirt, palms rough against the bare skin of your waist.

"Tell me," Rin murmured against your lips, voice rough. "Tell me you want this."

"I want you," you whispered, breathless.

Rin made a low noise in the back of his throat — something between a growl and a groan — and kissed you again, deeper this time, his tongue sliding against yours in slow, deliberate strokes.

It was too much. It wasn’t enough.

You fisted your hands in the soft fabric of his shirt, tugging, wordlessly pleading.

Rin understood. Of course he did.

He pulled back just enough to strip your shirt over your head, tossing it aside without looking. His gaze raked over you — bare-chested, panting, flushed — and something darkened in his expression.

"You’re mine tonight," he said simply.

You didn’t argue.

You didn’t want to.

Rin’s hands didn’t fumble.

They moved with infuriating precision, like every inch of your body was a map he already knew by heart.

His fingers slid down your sides, slow, almost reverent — if it weren’t for the way his nails occasionally dragged just hard enough to sting. You shivered under the assault, arching into him instinctively.

He smirked, barely — a tiny twist of his lips that you would have missed if you weren’t drowning in him.

“You’re shaking already,” he murmured, voice low and rough. His forehead rested against yours again, trapping you between him and the wall, his hips pressing firmly between your thighs.

You could feel him — already hard, already straining against the thin fabric of his sweatpants.

A helpless sound escaped you.

Rin caught it immediately. His hand snapped up to cup your jaw, tilting your face up, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"No hiding," he muttered. "I want to see everything."

Your chest heaved, your pulse skittering wildly. You nodded, wordless.

Satisfied, Rin kissed you again — slower this time, almost lazy, as if savoring the way you melted under him. His tongue traced the seam of your lips before sliding inside, drawing a low whimper from your throat.

You barely noticed when he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down in one fluid movement. Your underwear went with them, leaving you bare, trembling against the wall.

Rin dropped to his knees without a word.

You gasped — and he smirked against your thigh, the faintest brush of teeth scraping your sensitive skin.

"You don't deserve it," he muttered, almost like he was talking to himself.

"But I'll still give it to you."

Then his mouth was on you — hot, relentless, devastating.

You cried out, hips bucking, but Rin’s strong hands gripped your thighs, pinning you open for him. He licked into you with slow, obscene precision, every flick of his tongue deliberate and measured like he was studying every reaction you gave him.

And you gave him everything.

Broken sounds spilled from your mouth — his name, pleas, desperate whimpers — and Rin drank them in like oxygen. His lashes were dark against his sharp cheekbones, his brows furrowed in pure focus.

Rin Itoshi didn't just eat you out.

He dismantled you.

Piece by piece.

You felt the orgasm build almost too fast — a tightening low in your stomach, spiraling out of control.

"R-Rin, I'm—" you gasped, fisting your hands in his hair, trying to pull him back.

He growled — a low, warning sound — and sucked hard on your clit, sending you over the edge with a cry that you barely managed to muffle into your hand.

Your legs shook violently, threatening to give out, but Rin caught you easily, standing and lifting you without effort.

You barely realized he had carried you to the bed until your back hit the mattress.

You blinked up at him, dazed, ruined — and he stared down at you like you were something his, something only he could touch.

"You’re not done," Rin said.

The way he said it — calm, certain — made your head spin.

He stripped his shirt off with one hand, revealing taut muscles, lean lines, a body built for brutal efficiency. He made no move to tease, no drawn-out seduction — he wasn’t trying to be sexy.

He just was.

The waistband of his sweatpants slid low, and then he shoved them down enough to free his cock — thick, flushed, angry-red at the tip, already leaking.

Your mouth went dry.

Rin caught the way you stared at him — and for the first time, something flickered across his face. Not arrogance.

Something closer to vulnerability. Desire. Need.

"Turn over," he ordered, voice sharp.

You obeyed immediately, rolling onto your stomach, chest pressing into the sheets. You barely had time to breathe before Rin was kneeling behind you, grabbing your hips roughly and pulling you up onto your knees.

You felt the blunt head of his cock nudge against your entrance, teasing, pressing.

Then, with one slow, brutal thrust, Rin pushed inside.

You choked on a moan, fists clenching the sheets.

He was big — thicker than you remembered — and he didn’t give you much time to adjust, starting a punishing rhythm almost immediately. Each thrust forced a broken gasp from your lungs, each snap of his hips brutal, relentless.

You could hear his breath, ragged and strained, could feel his fingers bruising into your skin where he held you like he might never let go.

"Too much?" he muttered, voice strained.

You shook your head desperately. "N-no, please, more—"

He growled, low and feral, and slammed into you harder, the wet sound of skin against skin filling the room along with your incoherent cries.

You felt drunk on him — on the stretch, the pleasure, the overwhelming fullness.

Rin wasn’t speaking anymore.

He was just breathing — harsh, desperate — like he was fighting something inside himself, something ugly and possessive and unstoppable.

You knew you weren’t going to last long. Not with the way he was fucking you like he had a point to prove, like he was trying to imprint himself into your very bones.

And judging by the rough, broken noises spilling from his throat, he wasn’t far behind you.

Your climax hit you like a freight train — sudden, blinding, devastating — and you screamed into the sheets as your body convulsed around him.

Rin cursed viciously under his breath, hips stuttering once, twice, before he buried himself as deep as he could go, spilling inside you with a hoarse, wrecked sound that you barely recognized as his voice.

For a moment, the world spun.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of your breathing and the pounding of your heart.

Then Rin pulled out slowly, his hands lingering on your hips like he couldn’t bear to let you go completely.

You collapsed into the sheets, utterly spent, utterly ruined.

And Rin — ever Rin — just stared down at you silently, chest heaving, his blue eyes dark and unreadable.

—✯ TRY IT, BITE IT, LICK IT, SPIT IT

cw. 18+ mdni. all chars 20+, pro-player!rin, afab!reader, oral (f!receiving), praise, petnames, established relationship, inspired by that one leaked panel of rin because what the hell

When ITOSHI RIN wins a game, your face is always the first one he wants to see.

Oftentimes, he'll search for you in the crowd with your embarrassingly noisy neon poster boards cheering him on. Other times, you'll already be waiting for him at the gates with your arms opened wide for him to run into.

For the last four weeks, though, he’s had to suffer the agony of your absence.

Rin called you incessantly while in France, reminding you of how many days separated him from being in your arms. "Wait for me. I'll be home soon," he said. "And be good," he'd add on, almost cheekily.

His promises were always sincere and lethally calculated. He wanted you to need him so badly that you'd fall apart on his tongue in minutes. Then he'd do it again, and again, and again, until he was satisfied.

When he finally came home, you barely had time to breathe before his lips were crashing into yours. You wanted to ask him if his flight was alright, if he had dinner yet, but then he licked himself into your mouth and the entire thought vanished.

And now you're being devoured by a monster.

Rin's been between your legs for so long that you're dizzy, head airy and light as he fucks into you with his tongue.

"Stay still," he warns sharply, words muffled as he stuffs his face closer into your sopping cunt. His warning is followed with his hands circling around your thighs, palms flat against the skin and leaving seas of heat along it.

You whine pathetically when he presses your hips down into the mattress, forcing you to be still for him.

"Can't—" you choke, spine curling from the bed so far that your head tilts backward. "Slow down, Rin!"

"Slow down?" He murmurs roughly. Rin furrows his brows, like he genuinely can't comprehend your request. "Actin' like it's your first time," he mocks, finishing his sentence by wrapping his lips around your clit.

You squeal, hand shooting down to shove his head back. He almost laughs when your weak attempt only pushes the bangs out of his eyes, giving him an even better view of you.

Rin pulls back enough to click his tongue, amused by your squirming but equally frustrated at your protests. He draws away from you. You feel cold as he does, the space he occupied suddenly devoid of his warmth.

"M'sorry princess," he coos, trying to coax you into relaxing. Peppering light kisses up your thigh until he gets to the spot resting on his shoulder, Rin can feel every shiver as you recover. "Too rough?"

You take a moment to catch your breath, waves of overstimulation crashing in your stomach. Finally, your gaze slowly drifts down to him, roaming over his face.

Your pussy clenches around nothing at the sight.

Sweat gleams across his forehead, stray strands of hair stuck to the skin as he also finds his breath. The entire bottom half of his face is so wet. You did that. You did.

"Hmm?" Rin hums, trying to get an answer. He looks so fucking cocky. So hungry. His tongue runs across his lips as if he can't stand not tasting you for even a second longer.

You shake your head, fingers still in his hair tugging lightly until he groans. "I can take it," you sniffle, guiding him back down closer to your heat.

"I know, baby. You're so good."

Rin dives back in as if he's starving for you, lathering your cunt in rough, long licks until you're shuddering. His hands travel down to the base of your thighs once again, pulling your body closer so that he can finish his meal.

You cry out softly, aching hole desperately trying to squeeze his tongue. He was the one who was so good to you. You dare to gaze at him again, just to admire his beautiful face.

Your breath hitches.

Rin has that same look on his face as he does on a football field—like a winner chasing a goal he knows he'll always get.

More random things in Blue Lock I find endearing:

-> Brothers

LOOK AT THE HAND PLACEMENT OF SAE. JUST LOOK AT IT. LOOK. AT. IT. OHMYGOD I'M GONNA CRY.

Oh god.

It's tough to explain, but to see him supporting Rin's arm instead of the trophy makes me want to punch a wall. It feels like, "Yes, we won this together, Rin." OHMYGOD! AAAAAAAA!!!

-> Hushed wisher

I really don't think we have ever seen Noa coaching any player other than Isagi, so him silently rooting for Kaiser caught me off guard real hard. Of course, it doesn't seem like much of a big deal, but to see that Noa hadn't completely taken his eyes off of Kaiser and that he hadn't completely pulled away his trust from Kaiser hits a certain type of emotion in my heart.

Considering that Kaiser wants to win over Noa too—a fact Noa, probably, knows—makes everything feel a bit.. bittersweet.

-> CHEERS!!

The above panel happened after Shidou scored a goal against Barcha and honestly—

CUTE!!!

I mean, BM was next in line to face PxG—it's probably the reason why they were watching the match live—and they were going to face Shidou which makes them rivals, and yet, when he does something cool, they all go, "WOOHOO! THAT'S COOL!!" instead of worrying or being jealous.

It's called sportsmanship, I guess?

It's sweet.

-> BM's Dad

There's another translation, but I find the above one way better because it's so... soft.

I mean, Noa has always been shown as this cold, emotionless person who inhales and exhales logic, so it was sweet when he tried to reassure Kiyora—when he showed some kind of compassion. It was like, "Hey, Kiddo! It's okay, don't worry, you'll play the next time! Cheer up!"

It also makes it sound like even if Kiyora were not to have the required stats for the next match, then Noa was prepared to against his own ideals and let Kiyora play regardless.

Sweet!

-> Protective

When Nagi got pissed off because Barou's violent behaviour nearly hurt Reo. Like, just look at that stance, he was ready to beat the crap out of Barou if Reo wouldn't have stopped him.

No matter what label you give Nagi and Reo—lovers or friends—you can't deny that they are probably the best thing that happened to eachother.

I really want what they have.

-> "It's their love language"

They barely knew eachother and yet when these two started to brawl, they all intervened immediately—Nanase and Isagi are literally hanging onto them with their dear life. It's tough to explain, but I found the gesture really sweet, like, they didn't know them! They could bash open their skulls—it wouldn't affect them at all and yet, they are trying to stop them!

Adorbs!!

Also, Chigiri was on the other side of the field, I guess. He came running!!! So sweet!

-> First friend

The way Bachira blindly believed in Isagi. Like, he had full trust that Isagi will come and play with him. He never doubted him at all! The healthiest duo of Blue Lock!

Also, look at his duck lips. Cutie.

-> "Welcome to the academy!"

Anybody who has shifted to a completely new place full of completely new people knows how good and relieving it feels when others make an effort to help you feel welcomed.

No idea if those three extra characters got selected in the tryouts or not, but they were nice. If Kaiser would've met them earlier, then they all would've surely been good buddies.

-> Beloved Ace

The way everyone instantly got mad at Shidou when he hurt Sendou—sweet! Also, the fact that they all refused to play if Sendou didn't play makes me giggle.

I adore bonds like these so much.

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Pt: 1, 2, 3.

Probably the last of this series.

my thoughts on itoshi rin and how his relationship with his brother has affected the way he has played football throughout the manga

to me it feels quite obvious that rin still cares about sae quite a bit. quite literally almost all of rin’s football career has been built around his brother, from the beginning of it to the u-20 match.

in the beginning, it started with rin thinking that sae looked cool and wanting to watch with his big brother play. then people realized he was actually pretty good at football himself, so he decided to start playing with sae because, “why wouldn’t playing football with your brother be fun?” this is when football was fun, it was mostly just hanging out with his big brother and eating ice cream together. we also don’t really know much about this time in rin’s life other than a few manga panels, so i don’t have much to say other than this is when got into football and he enjoyed it. i do feel like at first he mostly enjoyed it because he was playing with sae.

then, sae goes to spain, and this is when we first start to see changes in rin’s football. it’s in this stage that rin’s football both becomes about getting better and is when he first starts to enjoy it without sae. it becomes about getting good enough so that he can still walk with sae on the path to becoming the two best strikers in the world. it’s still enjoyable, but it’s mostly fun because he knows that sae is going to come back and they’re going to be great together. sae’s going to come back and they’ll both have gotten better and football will be even more enjoyable.

then sae actually comes back, and it’s apparent that all is not well. their confrontation happens and the football that rin had built up in the time that sae was away crumbled around him. football was no longer about playing with his brother, that had been made abundantly clear to him by sae himself. i imagine that it takes a bit of time for rin to decide what to do with himself after that. we just get a fade to black in the manga after rin and sae’s confrontation in the manga, but we do know that it was in winter. i don’t know how seasons in japan work or when football season is, but i imagine that having rin’s and isagi’s big life changing moments happen on the same day would be kind of unlikely (but who knows, this is a sports manga and the timeline is blurry).

the next change to his football is likely when he gets the letter to blue lock. this is when football becomes a tool to use in the goal of proving sae wrong. proving that he did deserve to be part of sae’s life, and that sae was in the wrong for saying what he did. football was now about making sae feel like rin did with the added weight of guilt. making sae feel guilty about how he treated rin when he returned from spain. blue lock is just a way for him to streamline that process. the facility gives him access to top trainers and training facilities, as well as the opportunities he needs to get back at sae. this football isn’t about enjoyment or happiness or anything that the football he played before was about. this football was about his anger and his need for revenge, at the same time it was also about his want for his older brother back. his want for his brother to love him like he used to, to wrap him up in his arms and take him out for ice cream and sit by the ocean with him. this football was football filled with grief over the fact that his relationship with his brother will never be the same because he is not good enough.

then the u-20 match happens, and this marks yet another change to rin’s football. this is when sae manages to fully cement himself as a world class jerk in both my mind and in rin’s. after this match rin is pissed off, like he is mad mad. he takes some of that anger out on isagi because he’s a) the one that sae praised, and b) the one who walked up to rin who was clearly spitting mad and tried to have a conversation. but after the u-20 match, this is when rin starts to play football for himself. this is when rin lets go of playing for sae altogether, and i am so excited to see what that looks like. this is rin accepting that if sae’s going to be a jerk to him for the rest of his life then he’s not going to let him run it anymore. this is rin not letting go of all the bullshit that he went through with sae, but accepting that it happened and kind of moving on.

of course, this is all from rin’s perspective. i’d like to see what sae thinks of what went down between the two of them, it’s likely much different than how rin views it.

at the time that i’m writing this post (ch 231 of the manga is latest chapter) we haven’t seen any of our paris x gen pals since they chose their team, so that means we haven’t seen rin in a while. i feel like rin’s new play style will be extremely interesting to see (especially from isagi’s pov, it’s like that boy can’t not wax poetry about rin), especially since pxg’s mentor is julian loki. since he’s in the same age range as all of blue lock it’ll be interesting to see how he handles the team.

and the u-20 match really good writing, in my opinion. it really expands on rin and sae’s relationship in way that hadn’t happened before and hasn’t happened since, at the time of this post, and that context is why i can even make this post.

hope that you enjoyed my ramblings about rin, i just think he’s neat