Rinney oneshots🫶🏼

My love

TW: big make out at the end 😏
They're 14 in this 😘(SLIGHT smut, if you consider making out and like those gasp and groan shit-

I had invited myself to my friend, Finney Blake's house for a movie while his family wasn't home, so it would be just us. To be clear, I liked the boy. I loved him.

I loved his fancy curls that bounced on his shoulders when he'd pass me by in the halls, I loved his shimmering brown eyes that stood out in a soft manner when he peered at me, I loved his pale white skin, that made him shine like gold in my mind. I loved everything about the boy.

But the sad thing was, he didn't feel the same way.
Every time I hug him, or sweet-talk him, he avoids it like nothing. He seemed so happy when we're together with our friends, but when we're alone he just seems like..he hates me.

I shook the thoughts out of my head, trying to keep myself high as I made my rounds to finneys modern household. See, from what I've seen of his father, Terrance Blake, he definitely doesn't like me, he hates noise, hates gay people, hates literally anything that lets people be themselves. And I'm pretty sure he's a mind reader. I mean, HOW ELSE WOULD HE KNOW IM A FAG?! Or, maybe he's just racist...hmm, gilipolla.

I hadn't realized I was at finneys front porch until my head collided with the doorframe. "Owww, fuck!" I blurted, grabbing my watering eye. I heard a quick tamper towards the door, before loose huffs and a hush of a girls voice.

Finney opened the door with an awkward smile on his face, lightly waving as I gave him a smirk. "Hey, querido!" I hummed, stepping into the Blake family's lifestyle home. "Enough, with the nicknames, rob."

Rob. AaAHAHAHA ROB! He just gave me a nickname?!? Rob. I LOVE IT!

"-robin?!" I snapped out of my love outrage, noticing a slightly worried finney, standing by me at the door, tapping me on the shoulder.

"Oh, what? No- pft, what?" I mumbled, earning a suspenseful chuckle from finney. "Okay, rob, let's go to my room."

HAh- I made him laugh!

We clumped over to finneys room on the far right of his house, next to the kitchen area. His residence was pretty nice looking, but nothing special.

When we got to his room, it was a whole different story. It was littered with multiple NASA photos, posters lingering all around the room. He had a spaceship-shaped bed, covered with black sheets and a huge "SPACE IS OUT OF THIS WORLD" comforter, halfway thrown in the floor along with socks and crumbled papers.

"Sorry for the mess, I didn't expect you to get here right in the dot." Finney complied, fixing his comforter and laying down on the side of his bed. He had shelves filled with space-gadget models and replicas, miniature toys dotting his dresser. Along with his infamous rocket ship, taking pride on his rocket lantern.

"Your room is sick." I complimented, earning a light grin from finney. "Thanks, I take the most pride in it. "S'my most prized possession." He joked, flipping around a random coin that fell from the shelf above his head. I took a glance at it, and noticed...a rainbow sticker? Hmm, that's unusual for a boys room.

Not like I didn't have a humongous pride flag, but whatever. "Well, uh, what do you wanna do, mi corazón?" I hinted, giggling once he glared at me. "I don't want you calling me those nicknames until I learn what they mean." He pandered, leaping from the bed as he cuddled with his striped shirt.

God, I really want him to sit on me. I want him to. I would love to see his face.

"Robin, stop spacing out-"

"God, I would you want to sit on my face?" I asked, clapping my hand to my mouth as he stared at me in confusion. "Uhhhh, what?" He questioned, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

I took a glance towards his tiny mirror on his desk, staring into the eyes of a boy who didn't exactly know his reflection. I took a deep breath, and turned back towards finney.

"So, you want to know what those nicknames mean?" I interrogated, rewarded with a pleading look and a nod from finney. I sighed briefly, before waving my hand, signaling him to sit next to me.

He sat a fair distance away, shoving a pretzel into his mouth as he stared intensely.

"Come closer." I implied, breaking into a cold sweat as he inched forward. "Just a little bit more." I registered, earning a tiny eye roll from Finn. "Just a tiny way close-"

"Ugh, robin!" Finney stamped, implying force to make his voice sound more hoarse. Ok, I'm really doing this. I pulled finney in by his flitted skin, brushing my lips against his gently. I let go, opening my eyes to see a blank look on finneys face.

"I know it's not right but I really like you, and it's okay that you're feelings don't mutualate with mi-"
I got caught off guard by a sudden spring, and the feeling of soft temples rubbing against my lips as finney kissed me. I had no hesitation to kissing back, smiling against his lips now that I knew he accepted the information.

Finney crawled towards me, kneading down on my chest as he searched for a spot to sit. He ended up straddling me, bringing me closer as he licked my bottom lip in ask for entrance. I opened my mouth only to fight for dominance, continuing to battle. I took my lips off of his, sealing my face in his neck in order to find a certain something. Finney let out soft groans, until eventually gasping loudly when I reached a certain spot. I took this as invitation and stuck my tongue in his mouth, searching around the new area as the kiss deepened and I ended up crawling over finney, pushing him all the way down as I kissed his neck.

It was an unlikely chance, but considering my luck today, I decided to go for it.

I reached my hand up finneys shirt, feeling around as I started sucking on his neck. He was a gasping a groaning mess, sweat prickling down his cheekbones in the heated situation. I came to an abrupt stop, kissing his forehead and pushing his curls out of the way.

"You're definitely not ready for this, I'm definitely not ready for this, let's just -stop here for now. I chuckled, rubbing Finn's ears slightly. He nodded in agreement, placing a hand in my cheek happily. "Querido-" I stopped between pants, trying to catch my breath. "Querido means "my love" in Spanish." I interpreted, smirking at the panting finney who lay before me.

"Oh. Well, querido, let's cuddle." He motioned his hand forward, grinning as I took it and spooned him softly. "Te amooo~" I whispered, giggling as I heard a snoring Finn.

Today was amazing.