y’all gonna hate this and I’m okay with that. tw//feet. nothing explicit, but I hate feet so here’s your warning too LMAOOO-
Annoying Sunarin is your favorite pastime.
He’d be a liar if he said his wasn’t annoying you, but there’s just something so satisfying about the way he sits there and takes it, only to snap and turn completely feral right back at you.
And it’s not like your annoying is mean or rude, you do it strictly to inconvenience him- like eating all the crusts off his pizza, or drawing smiley faces all over his volleyballs (although, the one time you put “I love you!” sticky notes all over his car was one of the more aggressive annoyances) he still chooses to forgive you when you get under his skin.
This, you’re sure, is one of those times you’re extra determined, wanting his attention and his alone.
But instead he’s doing a stupid Instagram live, talking about his rest week before his team leaves for the next two.
You want war. You’re ready to fight it.
Creeping into the living room, you’re smiling at the sight of him, slouched over the coffee table and head resting on the glass while he talks about the team, his practices, and least importantly, how much he loves you.
That, definitely, is not going to fly.
“Yeah, It’s definitely been weird not having practice every day, but I do like being at home-“
Instantly, he sees your grinning frame standing in the doorway. He looks you up and down in suspicion, but even he can’t wipe his own smile growing on his face. “What’re you up to, booger?”
“Wanna see something cute?”
And at this point, okay, Rintaro should know better than to say yes, or at the bare minimum tell you to show him later, but for whatever reason, he stupidly says ‘sure. Why not?’ and watches as you toddle over eagerly.
You take your spot on the couch and lay on your back, shuffling slightly to be comfortable, and suddenly, before he knows it, your fuzzy-socked-foot’s on his shoulder. He feels his annoyance grow, but he knows you’re doing this on purpose, and he’s not going to give you that satisfaction of making him agitated.
“Guys,” he begins, addressing the livestream which is filling with comments. “I think I spoke to soon about the happy to be home thing.”
“Don’t be rude!” You snap, poking his cheek with a pointed toe. “I’m excited, don’t be mean!” Your fuzzy toe moves to play with his ear, and he shrinks his neck at the feeling.
“Seriously?” He snorts, looking your foot up and down. “On Doja Cat’s green, Planet Her, you’re shoving your feet in my face? On my Instagram live?”
“I wanted to show you my socks!” You say happily, wiggling your toes. “They’ve got toe beans.”
“That’s nice dear, now let me get back to the people.”
“Uh, your live is not as important as my socks with toe beans,” you scoff.
“Please excuse my insignificant other’s nasty ass feet, they’re being a disappointment to their bloodline,” he says, poking his tongue in his cheek before casting you a warning look.
“You’re just mad because your bloodline likes me more than you!”
He blinks with a lazy smirk on his lips, and you, with your foot still on his shoulder, gently go to prod him one more time with your socked toe.
Except now, to your horror filled excitement, his massive hand wraps around your ankle, and you cackle in anticipation. “You’re on camera!” You warn, jerking wildly. He glances over at the Instagram live, comments now flying over the screen, and he shrugs, “they’re fine. You gonna behave?”
You don’t say anything, merely giggling and trying to tug your foot back. It’s another sign of your defiance without actually saying anything at all, and damnit, if it’s a war you want, it’s a war you’ll get.
Shrugging, he rips the fluffy sock off your foot and throws it back at you, looking at your foot curiously.
“Do you think I could fit your whole foot in my mouth?”
“EXCUSE ME?” you shriek, immediately trying to pull your foot from his grip, which only tightens as he looks up at you with a smirk.
“Do you know how famous we’d get on the hub? Just me, suckin’ at your toes, flicking them with my tongue-“
“GIVE ME MY FOOT BACK!” You cackle, swatting him with your sock as he chuckles and finally does release your leg, watching in full amusement as you scramble away.
He watches his viewers reactions to his filth fly across his screen (some of the more perverse ones having to be blocked) and he shakes his head at you as you escape quickly to the bedroom. “Keep your dogs in control, will ya? This live is important!”
“You were just talking about pregnancy cravings, no it’s not!”
He takes a deep inhale through his nose, then he sighs dramatically and shakes his head.
“I’ll log back on later, guys. Gotta go polish some piggies.”
“NAAAOOOOO!”
Needless to say, that would be a tactic you’d never use again to get his attention, this mission being unsuccessful.
Or… was it?
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