#bllk fanfic

[lonelystarrs]

𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮’𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 prt 1.

Barou Shouei x FemReader (slight x Nagi Seishiro in prt 2)

it all started because he bullied your brother, it all started when 12 year old you kicked a ball into his face. Growing up with your eventual sweetheart wasn’t all smooth sailing, life was full of lessons but through the rough and smooth one thing Barou always knew; you were always his girl. Sometimes though even a king needed to lose his throne to realise his true royalties were what built it.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI + virginity loss (both 18+) + angst with eventual comfort + fluff + long fic / Tugs & Texts expansion + established relationship with Barou + smut +

Word count 11.4k

Barou was always king of the field since he started at 6 years old and discovered how good it felt to win, how natural he was at this sport and it was his domain; it was where he belonged. 

This discovery meant Barou dominated the field wherever he went, crushing anyone who crossed his path for the next six years.  

Until one day he happened to crush the wrong person. 

He’d kicked the ball hard towards the goal aiming for it to be a score but some brave kid decided to block the strike. 

He walked over, looming over the boy as he curled into himself holding his face, blood and snot gushing from his as is skin burned bright red. Barou’s hands shoved into his pockets as he half leaned over him. 

“Tsk, what a donkey thinking you’d block that, learnt your lesson?” 

12 year old Barou with his new lingo, new insults to throw at people, left the field and thought nothing of it, just another who got in his way and learned to stay out of it; until the next day he met his karma. 

“You!” 

Barou had been taking part in his strict training routine in the rain, at 12 years old he set his mindset and goals high; creating a routine that he researched and put together through PE, his favourite subject in school.

Red eyes turned to the girly voice that called out angrily in the rain but instead of meeting who was calling him, his face was met with a ball, smacking him clean in the face and actually making him take a few steps back. 

“You asshole! Thinking you can treat people like you do, you hit the wrong boy yesterday Shouei! I’m gonna make your life hell!” 

He never even seen you coming, a mere voice in the rain and suddenly blood gushed from his nose; his hand clamped over it to stop the bleeding. 

Eyes wide he pulled his hand from his face to stare at the fresh blood, even his damn teeth were hurting. 

Barou met your eyes for the first time in his life, shocked to the core a freaking girl had kicked the ball that hard.

“who the hell you supposed to be, the babies girlfriend!?” 

“That was my brother and he’s only 8 you idiot!” 

Barou straightened as he took you in, you looked roughly around his age definitely not as young as the kid yesterday. That fire in your eyes was burning but what Barou was more impressed with was the accuracy and strength of your strike with the ball. You stood in the rain, practically steaming as it hit you because you were so angry. 

Then you spun and disappeared leaving 12 year old Barou with sore teeth, bleeding nose and pounding head. 

Perhaps even his heart thumping more than it should be.  

—0—

You certainly kept your promise; making Barou Shouei’s left hell for the next four years. Although at this point he was convinced it was just habit, no one could hold a grudge for this long surely?

The fact he could see that damn gleam in your eye, those lips twitching in a little smirk when you pushed his buttons, when he squared up to you pressing his forehead to yours and you only pushed back was proof you were enjoying it. 

So he tried to not feed it.

He was the better person, walking away or ignoring you. He did best to avoid you, but found him you always did!

The only one really brave enough to bother him, to get in his space was you. Girls were too scared to approach him in person, deflated by love notes left in his locker; he simply threw them away never even opening them.  Even the guys stayed away from him unless it was his soccer team. 

He became a bit of a loner, seemingly content in his own company or focusing on his football dream. His arrogance and ego grew into something rather ugly, adopting manners of being a king, everyone being a peasant or a donkey.

You’d stood up to Barou from day one, the only reason you survived it was because his patience and morals were incredible; he didn’t believe in hitting girls. Even if you standing up to him wasn’t going to stop any time soon.

However, being sixteen and hormones arriving changed things up.

Where things remained very much the same for you towards him, Barou’s teenage boy mind was starting to mess with his exchanges with you. He’d started to really try to stay away, his gaze noticing things in you he hadn’t before and it disgusted him.

Like how you standing up to him, never backing down and being just as stubborn as he was shifted from annoying to endearing. He argued back less, unable to form insults when eyes dropping down to your shirt that was getting too tight on your chest, your skirt dancing on your thighs, how your waist dipped showing curves.

He was successful for a time, keeping distance from you and avoiding any heads butting. But this week, much to poor Shouei’s dismay, the teacher thought it was a good idea to pair you both together for a project. 

even the whole class fell silent, awkwardly looking between each other. No other teacher was brave enough to pair up you both, but this one seemed to twinkle something mischievous in her eyes over it.

Barou had been unusually quiet with you for the last two weeks and he had been avoiding you like the plague. 

Why? You had no idea. 

You didn’t really care either.

“Get into your pairs and decide what you’re going to do for the arts project.” 

Barou’s eyes darkened as you stood from your seat knowing he wouldn’t move towards you, the rest of the class moved and chatter started throughout the room making sure they had distance from you both. The occasional side glances to see if you’d killed each other yet.

You slid into the high stool next to him with a little too much sass, red eyes glancing down at your school skirt riding up, thigh high socks squeezing the tops of your thighs and he groaned, turning away to glare at the wall and fight the heat crawling up his neck. 

“So Barou,” you sang, he inhaled deeply arms crossing tighter against his chest that was getting bigger every passing month, it was impressive how the guy had shot up like he had. He was so freaking tall and growing more muscle by the week.

“What’cha wanna do with your favourite subject?” 

“Like hell I know. You do it, keep that shit off me.” 

He hated arts and crafts because it was so damn messy, he was already glaring at the paper on the table and the different pencils, charcoals and paints lined up to use. 

“Awh c’mon!” You grabbed the charcoal pencil and started to press it hard on the paper, gathering a nice little patch of black dust before placing it down and pressed your index finger into it. 

Barou actually gritted his teeth at the mess, eyes tearing from the page to look else where whilst you started to draw something with the charcoal. 

You were always good at portraits or forms of the anatomy, he’d seen you work with charcoal a lot and despite its mess the end results were always good. 

He’d give you that.

“So, I’m surprised you haven’t kicked off being paired with me.” 

“You’re good at the subject, you’ll get us a pass. I’m not foolish enough to not take the best in here, means I don’t have to touch this shitty stuff either.” 

Your silence and lack of work on the paper made him turn to look at you, only to see you looking at him suspiciously. 

“The fuck you starin’ at?!”

“Where’s Barou?”

He scoffed and looked away realising he’d just somewhat complimented you to your face. You laughed and scratched your cheek with your finger forgetting about the charcoal coating the pad. 

“I’ll get us passes useless Barou! Don’t you worry!” 

You returned your attention back to the paper and Barou’s eyes moved to you when you weren’t looking. Red gaze watching your face, your tongue sticking out a bit as you concentrated with a small smile on your lips. Eyes beaming with joy at you setting your skills on something you enjoyed. 

Damn it you’d grown up so much, he wasn’t the only one who’d shot up. You started to lose that baby fat on your cheeks, your hair had got longer and you always smelled so damn good. Your shirts were always ironed and perfectly white, he’d notice the material hugging you more as your breasts had started to grow, the shape of you changing as you both hit 16. 

His eyes moved to your face again, noticing a few strands of hair had fallen from your successful attempt of a messy bun to stop it getting in the way whilst drawing. 

He then noticed the black smudge on your cheek and he glared at it, his hand twitching already to remove it. 

How had you got that on your face so damn quickly! 

“Ta-da!!!” 

You held the page up, a dust of black cloud flying off causing Barou to shoot from his seat quickly. 

“Watch it you slob!” 

You looked over your shoulder with a dry expression, 

“You’re such a princess Barou,” 

“Piss off.” 

You blew him a kiss and looked back at you work, your photographic memory paying off as you grinned at it.

“Hmm, just needs a title, how about….” You pondered for a second before lighting up and grabbing a pencil, scribbling down before sliding it to him. 

‘The King’s Strike.’

Barou stared at the page, you slid in front of him. The perfect striking pose, shirtless with just shorts, his long socks, shin pads and soccer boots. Muscles drawn perfectly, the twist of the body and shadowed with the charcoal. The ball moving towards the goal, every detail was there.

Then his hair.

It was him. Striking a goal. 

“It was you at the game last week,” you said boredly, “-s’yours if you want it.” 

“You were there?” He looked at you finally and you shrugged, looking off across the class. 

“Since last year,” 

“Every game?” 

“Uh -yeah. The girls like watching you lot, I find it boring but seeing you prance around like a show pony is midly entertaining.”

Shit why did he suddenly feel so hot? He didn’t even give a shit that you’d insulted him, he was so focused on the fact you’d been watching him and he never knew.

His hands got clammy, his heart accelerating in his chest like it did after he scored at the same time he felt fucking nervous. The bell ringing broke his gaze on the drawing, you jumped down from your stool and turned to leave. 

Barou had other ideas, grabbing your wrist before you got too far you spun back and looked at his grip on you to him. Frowning you opened your mouth to say something but Barou dragged you down with him to grab his bag. 

“You scrub you can’t just leave like that, you’re gonna get that shit everywhere! You’re fucking filthy!”

Pulling out a pack of cleaning wipes you stared at him like he’d grown three heads, before snorting a laugh, then it went full blown. 

“You carry those in your school bag?! Hahahahaha!” 

“Shut it you slob.”

Heat crawled up his neck but he battled it down, his hand lifted your wrist to clean your fingers with the wipe. What the hell was he doing?

“It’s even under your fucking nail -ugh this is disgusting.” He was grumbling to himself and you froze staring at him, he was surprisingly gentle actually, you thought he was finished until he grabbed your cheeks, pushing them together causing your lips to perk and pulled you closer to him. Your breath hitched in your throat as the closeness.

Reaching up with a new wipe to clean the smudge on your cheek. 

“I gotta game Saturday,” he grumbled, voice deep and gruff, refusing to look at you longer than a glance. You were worried he could feel your heart thumping in your chest, or how hot your cheeks felt under his fingers. 

“You comin?” 

You nodded dumbly your eyes taking in his features being this close. Completely forgetting if you even had any plans this weekend, you felt blank at the moment, heat stirring in your chest and you actually rubbed your thighs together.

When did this guy get so damn handsome? His eyes were so… red, his hair looked so soft, he’d grown substantially and he absolutely towered over you now. 

“Front row on our teams side,” 

His eyes flicking to your mouth before locking with your eyes. 

“-got it, girl?” 

Barou released your cheeks and grabbed his bag, throwing it over his shoulder and leaving the room; you stood dumbfounded at what the hell just happened. 

You looked to the table, he’d taken the drawing. 

Unknown to you, the old lady art teacher was chuckling in her seat, fingers pressed together and her glasses glinting watching you both. 

“I knew it.”  

—0—

You’d attended his game, sitting where he told you to and you watched how each game turned him more into an asshole on the field. He was cruel, selfish and egotistical yet you couldn’t stop watching him. 

You’d made a mess more often in arts because he couldn’t stop himself from cleaning you up, accidentally spilling things on your hands and making art class extra messy. Even when you weren’t paired together he’d storm across the room when everyone left.

You’d make sure your tie looked off when you seen him and he’d straighten it because it drove him mad. It amused you endlessly, weirdly liking it each time he got closer to you. 

It all started from Art classes, graduating closer to you, using the excuse he knew you’d make a mess. It started simple, minor until it progressed into pairing with you for projects. Glowering down at whoever was next to you and getting them to move. They were scared whilst your eyes twinkled in amusement up at him, until he glared at you for staring at him.

Where it began it arts to spread to each class he shared with you, seating next to you or keeping you as a study partner. You didn’t find yourself questioning it, a light tease every now and then which he found himself not biting to.

The day he caught you walking home in the rain without an umbrella he let you stand under his, belittling you the entire walk home for being a dumbass and forgetting it.

Your heart racing when you seen his shoulder wet, hanging out from the umbrella to keep you dry. So you made him a bento as a thank you, he was skeptical at first, looking at it with disgust and you didn’t think he’d eat it, until he handed it back clean and empty the next day.

That one walk turned into him waiting at the gate no matter the weather, he’d listen to you ramble on about absolute bullshit wondering why he tolerated you above everyone else; perhaps your amazing bento boxes he had daily now were the reason.  

The morning he caught you running on the weekend during the summer; those shorts riding fair too far up your thighs and ass leaving nothing to the imagination. He couldn’t shift the image of your sweat glistening skin, chest heaving as you sucked air back in, your sports bra pushing everything up and playing on his teenage mind.

He started running with you, leaving his headphones in whilst you had yours in. Every weekend morning he’d be waking you up at stupid times to run and you kept up with him. You’d both stop at a shop to buy a drink on the wall home to cool down. 

“My feet are buzzing!”

“Get better trainers then you idiot,” 

“I did! They haven’t arrived yet.” 

“Then why are you fucking running if they’re hurting?” 

You pouted and prodded his bicep,

“-and miss our morning dates, getting all hot, sweaty and out of breath with you? Pft!” 

Barou handed you a cold bottle of water, pressing the cold bottle to your forehead whilst gulping down his. You side glanced watching his Adam’s apple bob with each swallow. 

His shirt was off, tucked into his waist band of his shorts and sweat dripping down his body. The temperature was already getting unbearable this early in the morning. Ditching his empty bottle he started to walk forwards, glancing over his shoulder at your slower pace and fiddling with the bottle. 

“Don’t say a damn word,” He sighed in annoyance and stopped, crouching to his knee he glared over his shoulder. “-up.” 

His hands gripped your thighs tightly, wrapping them around his sides and feeling you press your body flush against his back, arms wrapping lazily around his neck and resting your head on top of his.

People started gossiping, started suggesting that Barou had his eyes on you, the mutterings and the rumour of being Barou’s girl started circulating around. 

It was all talk, nothing had actually happened between you both but you’d noticed the change in him as much as you had yourself, it was slow but each week over the last year progressed into something. From enemies to practically seeing each other daily, to him eating your bento boxes and being at each game. 

Then a day came after you both turned 17 and attended a certain game that changed it all, sat at the front on his teams side like you always had done for the past year since he first told you to. 

This time you weren’t alone, some guy was sat next to you and you were polite enough to speak with him when he tried to talk with you. He was funny, polite and kept you company. You laughed with him, probably flirted a little bit because you were a natural flirt, what? It was fun! 

It hadn’t gone unnoticed by the red eyed king on the field. Anger boiled in Barou each time his focused slipped to you and by the end of his match he was seething despite winning the scores, his usual fans screamed and wailed for him but it did nothing to distract him of that image with you and that guy.

Barou ignored his team cheering, stomping over he removed his jersey from his last game, sweat and muscles grabbing eyes and girls squealed at the view. 

Before you knew it a sweaty ass jersey had collided with your head, scrambling to remove it only hearing Barou’s pissed off voice.

“Oi, you fucking donkey get lost, she’s taken.” 

Stunned and embarrassed by the show in front of crowds you were left gawking as Barou made his way off the field with his team behind him.

The next day had you stomping up to Barou whilst training, he was warming up by himself as usual taking up his strict daily work out routine. 

Jesus even in that baggy hoody he was wearing he looked massive, his back looked huge as you stomped up to him, inwardly feeling your confidence shaken as you drew closer suddenly feeling smaller with each step. 

“Oi! King douche!” 

Barou grunted and looked over his shoulder at you with a bored expression, eyes giving you a once over before half turning to you; the only one he’d paused his warm up for even if it was only a few moments.

You marched to him, gripping his hoody at the front and pulling him down to your height. 

“What the hell was that about yesterday huh?” 

Barou glanced down at your hand gripping his hoody before meeting you again, eyes bored he cocked at eyebrow. He could have easily pulled back but he remained half bent to your height. 

“Mind telling me who exactly I’m taken by? Cause I seemed to have forgotten that happening.” 

“By me,” 

You sputtered at his bluntness your grip loosened on him and you leaned back. 

“What? You- I- what are you talking about? That’s a two way conversation Barou! You never asked me an-“ 

“Date me then,” 

“Will you stop being so blunt! At least act like you’re actually interested!” 

“Date me, I can tolerate you.” 

You deadpanned at his lazy bluntness and released your grip on him, stepping back you went to leave. 

Barou heard your grumbling about him, his eye twitched at you walking away from him. 

“Always so fucking stubborn.” He sighed, his hand grabbing your wrist he spun you back, other hand threading through your hair into a grip and pulling you to him.

His mouth pressed to yours in a movement too smooth for someone as belligerent as Barou to pull off, but he made up for it with how roughly he kissed.

You could taste the mint on his tongue, his lips were so damn soft, he was uncoordinated and rough, teeth biting your bottom lip too hard and his tongue running over it as if it was apologising. Greedy, messy, impatient and rough yet some kind of softness under it all —exactly what you’d expect from him.

His hand at the back of your head kept you from leaving as he pulled back, his lips shining from spit and your lip gloss. He pressed his forehead against you, eyes peering into you as he towered over you. 

“Got it, girl?” 

“Barou, was that your first kiss?” 

The heel of his hand pressed to your forehead replacing his and he pushed you backwards. 

“Get lost I have training to do.”

It totally was, you snickered and turned to leave, failing to see Barou’s thumb swipe his bottom lip, tongue following savouring the taste of you and your lip balm. A smirk twitching on his mouth as he looked over his shoulder to see you walking away with a little bounce in your step. 

 —0—

Baron always thought the act of kissing was pretty disgusting, the germs and how unclean it was to swap spit, eighteen years of that thought it was all thrown out the window when he realise the taste of your lip balm was addicting. That subtle hint of cherry lingered more than your usual strawberry flavoured one and he groaned into your mouth, sucking on your bottom lip. 

The little moan that left you made his hips roll up into yours, that bulge in his shorts running painfully tight against you, his hands gripping your hips with the intent to bruise. 

You’d come over to his house surprising him in his room when he returned from a shower, the little running shorts you had on were far too short, the loose fitting white sports top and red sports bra underneath left little to the imagination also. The towel thrown over his shoulder, stood in his gym shorts and listening to the giggles of his little sisters signally they were the ones who let you in. 

The distance between you lasted seconds after his door slammed shut, he only half turned around to see you’d strode up behind him, throwing your arms around his neck and jumping up knowing he’d catch you. 

It hadn’t taken him long to walk to his bed blindly, hands gripping your thighs and you kissing him like you hadn’t seen him only yesterday. He turned, fell to his bed and let you straddle him as he sat up, you’d been kissing since, rolling your hips against his.

“So birthday boy, you’re finally eighteen,” 

Barou sneered, rolling his eyes as you lowered your lips to his jaw line, rolling your hips against the bulge in his shorts causing an airy moan to leave him.

“You’re little over a month older, stop acting so superior.” 

You laughed against his neck, straightening yourself and leaning back, his hands sliding up to your lower back to aid your angle, you hands linking behind his neck. 

“Speaking of which, did you know our star signs are the best match?” 

“Don’t start with this shit again, its bullshit-“ 

You laughed, eyes gleaming and his softened watching your pure amusement above him, skin still glistening with sweat from your run here, lips plump from kissing him so hard. 

And his poor heart kicked in his ribs, a sudden burst of emotion swelling up his chest and it spread like heat. 

“I was thinking of what to get you for your birthday-“ you wiggled off him, his grip on you a little reluctant to let you go but your hand pressing against his hard cock made his jaw clench, “-you locked the door right?” 

Fuck. 

Fuck. 

It was finally happening huh? It wasn’t often Barou felt himself caught off guard, or any confidence shaken because he was pretty grounded, but his nerves jumped not showing it in his expression and yours didn’t falter either. 

You’d both decided to wait until you were eighteen, given you’d turned that age a little over a month ago he didn’t think you’d be so literal in the agreement when he turned it.

When you dropped to your knees between his, hands gliding up to the waist band of his shorts that were doing very little to hide his dick, you tugged and he didn’t move for a second, red eyes looking down at your pouting face, his hair still down from his shower as it draped over his broad shoulders. 

His hand cupped your chin locking gazes with you. 

“Ain’t no pressure or rush, shouldn’t be doin’ it just cause its my birthday,”

“Your dicks literally flexing under my hand-“ 

“That ain’t the point!” He seethed, other hand gripping your wrist pulling it from his cock and you pouted at him, actually fucking pouted and he sucked his teeth, his self restrain faltering for a second at your pouty ass face.

“You even know what you’re fucking doin?” 

“Kinda, but it gets me off trying it for the first time so, think of it as a joint birthday present!”

You’d watched Barou’s jaw tightened, red eyes sliding off to look at his door in concern knowing his little sisters were running around due to his parents being out, his attention quickly brought back to you when you tugged at his waist band again. 

“I put frozen on for them and bought a bag of sweets -we have two hours.”

You heard Barou click his tongue and he stood, tilting his head down to watch as you leaned back onto your ass, knees still on the floor and looked up at him all doe eyed. His black hair falling to the side he tilted and his thumbs ran under the band of his shorts, pulling it down low enough so his little trimmed snail trail appeared before the head of his dick rested over the band. 

You groaned and licked your lips, reaching up to skim your fingers along his hips. 

“B please,” his jaw clenched, nervous for reasons he didn’t quite understand but he hid it well, his cock flexing at your tongue licking your swollen lips, eyes glazing with something he hadn’t seen before and your whiny little beg. 

“Take it easy-“ one of his thumbs pushed his shorts, releasing his cock with a heavy slap to his stomach, a sticky line of pre linking to his dick and your eyes widened, a smug smirk gracing his face and his ego soared at your shocked expression. Confidence taking over his concern at you faltering, his other hand went for your pony tail, twisting it around his hand and pushing your face to the hilt of his cock, “-I ain’t small so don’t get carried away.” 

His confidence faltered when yours overtook his in strides, tongue pressing to the gap between his shaft and balls, licking a thick, slow line up to the head of his dick before swirling your tongue around it. Barou watched the pre melt on your tongue, you moaned and he fucking melted. 

You laughed when he let out some choked noise at the feel of your tongue swirl around the head of his dick, before kissing the underside of it looking at him like you were in love. 

“Taste good B-“ you hummed against it rising a hand to wrap around his dick not even managing to touch your fingers because of his sheer girth, you pumped up and his body jolted forward the hand tightened around your hair, “-can I suck now?” 

“F-Fuck,” you took that as your go ahead and wasted no time in wrapping your lips around his cock sinking down enough so you were comfortable at your limit, his dick flexed in your warm mouth and when you moaned around his cock Barou was finished, both hands held either side of your face and you gripped him tighter refusing to budge.

“G-Get off, fuck- Hold on,-“ your name left his mouth in a such a whiny tone you looked up to check this was actually Barou, only smirking around his cock at his expression. Eyes blow and wide, mouth agap and he was damn drooling. 

Your eye contact with him, his thick cock in your mouth, hand wrapped around him and that little smirk would stick with Barou until his dying day he was sure of it, he came so quickly he didn’t even have to warn you, your expression changing to shock as thick ropes of cum spilled into your mouth so hard it shot to the back of your throat. 

Hips jolting, six pack flexing as he released his first orgasm with you, lasting less than five minutes in your mouth for the first time. 

You didn’t stop, spit and cum creating a sloppy mess down your chin, hollowing your cheeks and tongue rubbed against the head of his dick you bobbed on his cock; his voice broke as he tried to growl out your name, hand gripping painfully now on your hair trying to pull you off.

Looking back up at him you almost laughed, his eyes borderline cross eyed, drool now spilling to his chin and his hips bucking with each stroke of your tongue. You were overstimulating him and you knew it, you were clenching around nothing and you could feel yourself soaked through your running shorts. Spit and cum dribbled down your neck into your cleavage, knowing Barou would have a fit about it when he managed to uncross his eyes. 

His body recoiled and he sat back on the bed, panting like he’d just finished a soccer match and sweating as much. You rose your hand to wipe your mouth on the back of it, eyes glazed and looking at Barou like he was prey, red eyes drinking in the mess you made but unable to ignore you licking your lips. 

“Maybe the film I picked was too long-“ 

You shouldn’t have doubted Barou’s ability to recover, you shouldn’t have been snarky. He growled and your face faltered for a second, all amusement or taunting left you, blinded with being too cocky and confident with your actions to think that you’d had ever beaten Barou Shouei. 

“You’re dead-“ 

You stood up quickly, a little wobbly from numb knees on Barou’s bedroom carpet and turned to leave, hoping to seek safety in his little sisters downstairs, he was quicker, a thick, strong arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you flush against him with a half screaming leaving you.

“Shut the fuck up-“ his mouth pressed to your ear, his deep warning made bumps rise over your skin, his hand clamped over your mouth stifling your noise and holding you in place whilst the hand around your waist dipped into your shorts. Barou wasted no time in roughly sliding a finger clumsily down your clit right to your hole, your hips jolting forward and your cry was muffled under his hand. “-you’re soaking.”

He growled into your ear, deep voice making you clench around nothing but Barou felt your pussy pulse against the pad of his finger resting at your entrance, he rolled it gathering slick to glide it back to your clit and the pace he set was cruel. You didn’t know if it was lack of experience or because he was trying to be mean, but he was rough with your clit, rolling circles around it with one finger your hips stuttering and legs threatening to give out from under you as you struggled to stand. 

You were begging him but his hand blocked any clarity from your words, your hands finding grip on his forearm across your chest trying to pull it from your mouth. It made you realise how strong Barou was, he was solid, unmoving and had you against him with no match on his strength. His finger suddenly dipped down to your hole and pushed in to the knuckle, your eyes widened and you screamed under his palm, his lips pressed to your temple, tears blurred your vision from the over stimulation and the need to cum.

“Not so cocky now are you?” You weren’t expecting him to roll his hips into your lower back, hard cock gliding along your spine above your ass, “You’re cryin’ from a finger, how you gonna take this?” 

“Mock me again and I’ll put you in your place, nod if you understand and I’ll let you cum.” 

Tears had spilled down your cheeks at this point, weaving between his fingers mixing with your drool under it and guilt hit him, his ego too large to back down resulting in him kissing your cheeks, kissing the tears away and giving you a shhh to try and sooth you. When you finally nodded he sighed and pulled his finger from your pussy, pad rolling back to your clit where he ran soothing circles around it. A relieved sigh left you under his hand, soft moans vibrating against his skin and his only sign before you came was your hips starting to roll desperately. 

“Nod if you’re gonna cum,” you did and he hummed against you, picking up his pace, “-cum f’me then.”

Barou groaned against you as your body stuttered against him, your hands gripping his thighs behind you to support yourself and he caught you when you went slack in his arms, pulling his hand from your mouth he hooked it around your waist to hold you up. The other from your pussy he rose it to his mouth cleaning his fingers off. 

“Shit, you taste good.” 

The slamming on his door made you both jump and his grip on you tightened in response.

“Big brother! Mummy and Daddy are home, so stop smooching your girlfriend!!” 

“Fuck-“

“Don’t swear big brother!”

“Get lost brat!” 

You heard some kind of grumble under her breath as one of his sisters stomped off back down the stairs, seeing Barou flustered was rare and watching him grab clothes to put on, hard dick bouncing with each stride made you cackle. Earning a glare over his shoulders as he pulled a top on. 

“Fuck you find so funny?”

You shrugged and adjusted your shorts before pulling your pony tail back to to tidy up. 

“You’re still hard-“

“Yeah? No shit,” 

Barou sneered under his breath as he sat on the bed to pull his socks on, dressing to go out on a run to match your attire because apparently that’ll hide the suspicion of both your flustered faces. You walked over and leaned down, tucking his hair behind his ear. 

“I like your hair down, never seen it like this before. You’re real handsome you know that?” 

He blushed, Barou Shouei fucking blushed, you didn’t mock or tease him on it, your soft eyes looking directly at his and they had a teary glaze over them. He blinked at you in surprise before rolling his eyes and returning back to his socks.

“Know its my birthday but stop with the crap. Coulda just got me some damn cleaning stuff, I don’t need all the compliments n’shit.” 

His voice was low, trying to sound harsh but he just couldn’t, he just wanted to try and deflect that damn look on your face because it looked like some girl looking at the love of her life in corny romance show. His nerves kicked under his skin, his heart racing and he felt the heat in his cheeks but when he watched your eyes glisten and he hated it. 

He’d known you since he was 12, he’s bullied you, called you all sorts of names. Hell he’s seen other girls get nasty to you but you’ve never cried, you’ve never had those pretty eyes glisten with tears. 

He stood, rare concern suddenly fleeting over him and he cupped your face, thumbs wiping over your cheeks as the tears spilled down them, for a second he thought it was him -maybe he was too rough with you, too forceful and let his ego drive him. 

“M’sorry its so fucking stupid,” 

Barou Shouei was a deep thinker, his mind raced more than he let off and it started to, to the point a fleeting thought of you breaking up with him actually surfaced by his building paranoia. Even if it didn’t make fucking sense that you would, it still annoyingly crossed his mind. 

“What’s stupid?” 

“I think I’m in love with you, B.” 

Shouei stopped breathing, he froze, eyes widening as they locked with your glassy ones and you laughed through crying. 

“Happy Birthday, Barou!” You mumbled through silly tears, trying so hard to deflect it with your shitty humour but watching you laugh through tears almost made a smile form on his own mouth. 

“The hell you damn cryin’bout it you idiot?” 

You opened your mouth to respond but his covered yours before you could start blabbering something out to him, the kiss was slow and messy but it was his own way of responding to your confession. He could taste himself on your tongue, mixed with that cherry lip balm and he groaned into you.

“You’re my girl,” he spoke against your mouth before planting a kiss to your forehead and pushing you towards the door.  

—0—

Blue lock was a shock. 

It wasn’t easy to suddenly have Barou gone from your life when you were so used to having him around for the last seven years, but perhaps it was a good thing. Soccer was his priority and you knew that from day one, you never thought you were above it and quite frankly you didn’t care. Some of your girlfriends didn’t get it, perhaps they were more needy, wanting to enjoy their youths with boys and having that American dream. Driving in cars late and night, recreating the titanic scene with the steam window and hand prints. 

You used the opportunity to do the same as Barou and that was focus on yourself, you concentrated on your studies you perused what you wanted and you taught yourself not to rely on him. 

You sent him a text every Friday about your week, you sent him texts when you were horny, you sent photos, videos but there was never a delivered messaged, never a response. You tried to keep positive, you tried to not let his lack of existence bother you. 

But it was hard, some nights you teared up and called yourself selfish, sometimes you scolded him for not even trying to contact you. What kept you going was coffee and that his future was about to take off with the dreams he had. 

He simply had to do it and you knew he’d be recognised, he’d be successful. 

The day he called without much to say was the day you knew something was up with him. 

“Well, I’ll let you go king~ keep devouring, keep pushing yourself and keep learning Barou. You’re gonna eat them alive and when you’re back, you can eat me alive again~! Turns out that unholy mouth of yours really does show me heaven~!”

You laughed as you hung up and sure enough after he earned his phone back that day, after he asked for a photo of just you -nothing sexual, nothing crude, just a simple photo of you in a summer dress you knew he was missing you. 

He never told you he loved you back but you never felt unloved by him. 

He’d text you occasionally, sounding blunt and trying to come across like texting was taxing on his time, even though he was the one who often messaged first. Waking up at an ungodly hour to say good morning and texting before you even ate with a goodnight. 

When the two weeks off from Blue Lock arrived and Barou appeared at your new apartment, moving out of your family home and the visit was anything but tame. You’d still not had sex before he left and he was about to change it, hearing some of the guys talking in the lockers, seeing your messages and photos, missing you in general made for a messy and truthfully painful first experience. 

“Gotta let me in,” his third finger entered you, twisting before spreading them and you bucked up into him, panting as you gripped the pillows behind you, “-think I’m gonna fit if you're this tight around my fingers? Open up girl,”

His tongue pressed against your clit and your eyes rolled back, pussy spread out from his fingers exposing your hardened bundle of nerves to him. 

“M’cumming Barou!” 

He hummed against your clit, red eyes peering up at you from your pussy as his tongue swirled on you, watching your chest heaving, body stuttering as you came down from another high. 

Barou withdrew his fingers, wrapping it around his cock and he pumped a few times, spreading slick across the head of his dick before pressing it to your entrance. 

“You got the birth control, right?” 

You nodded dumbly, still panting from orgasm and almost too fucked out to process that he’d pressed his thick head to your already swollen hole, until he started to push forward and you tensed at the stretch. Barou clicked his tongue, eyes focused on wanting to watch his dick sink into you for the first time, it flexed at the thought of being the one to spread you open. 

But your struggle made something conflicting lurch in his chest. 

“I-I know you wanna watch b, I need your help though —it’s too big.”

He groaned at your pleading tone, damn well melting for you and sourly reminding him just how easily he’d put you first compared to anyone else in his life, including himself.

Barou shifted, one arm resting above your head to hover over you, the other moved down to press a thumb to your clit and your hips bucked at the sensitivity. 

“Look at me,” 

You did as he asked, teary eyes meeting his and you hiked your knees higher up his sides, one leg curling around his back, sitting next to your hand gripping his ass, the other holding his wrist to tug it off your clit, lacing his fingers through yours and placing it near your head. 

Pushing his hips forward until his thick head pushed through and you moaned, Barou inhaled sharply, restraining himself from just burying himself into the hilt. You were so damn warm and it was sucking him in, that moan was only spurring him to test his self control. 

“S’it, let her suck me in, she wants it, so let me damn well give it and stop being a fuckin’ tease.” 

He felt you relax and he took the opportunity, bullying the rest of his way in and pressing into you balls deep. Burying his face into your neck as his hips stuttered, airy moan breathed onto your skin. Your teeth met his shoulder, biting down on him muffling your pained whimper at the burn. 

He stilled himself, fighting himself to not cum as you clamped around him letting you adjust before he gave a test thrust, one turning into two before he set a pace that had your cunt squelching under him in no time. Your hips rolling to meet his and he realised watching your face, your expressions and doe eyes all fucked out was a better first image to have of you like this for the first time. 

Barou watched as your head tilted back, a noise he’d never heard leave you as you moaned in a way that was borderline unholy, it sent a pulse to his cock, flexing it inside you and spurred him to thrust harder. 

“Make that noise again-“ he felt you tighten around him, still keeping your head tilted and your body tensed, “that’s it huh? Right here?” 

You nodded and babbled at him, slurring words to encourage him not to stop, the slapping of his wet balls hitting your ass, cunt swallowing him sloppily as he hit that spot over and over until you came around him for the first time, your hands blinding reaching for him in support as you literally convulsed, eyes rolling back and toes curling. 

“Atta girl,” he groaned into your neck as your body fell slack, breathing heavy under him and his pace turned feral. Chasing his own end and using you under him to catch it, the only reason he lasted this long was because you’d sucked the life from him before this.

You always got so wet with his cock in your mouth, he loved how much you loved it, wrapping your arms around his thighs, sliding his thick cock down your throat like a pro. He’d cum so hard he ended up pushing you off him because you wouldn’t stop, finding it funny he was jolting under you from overstimulation, making a noise he’d never heard leave him before; some beggy whine that made you moan on his cock. 

He didn’t like mess, but hell he loved seeing his cock buried in your mouth with his cum drooling out. 

“B-Barou I’m gonna cum again! Don’t stop! There, there, fuck harder please! Cum in me, fill me up!” 

He groaned at your babbling, tears spilling down your cheeks, your breath hitching when he gave you a harder thrust that had you looking at him a little worried. 

“Who you think you’re barking orders at huh?”  He was panty, breathy as he spoke but his voice still so deep, little bite behind it as he felt himself about to cum. 

“You want me to fill you up? Best hold it in, don’t fucking waste it.”  You nodded dumbly, desperately at him. 

“Hah- I won’t, I’m cumming, I’m gonna -I love you, fuck you’re so b-big,” 

He smiled at you, heart hammering in his ribs; you were all his.

—0—

‘Rising star Barou Shouei and potential love interest sighted again!’ 

Barou’s career took off at 19, three years a now. Both at twenty two years old and you knew better than to be easily swayed by headliners. You ignored posts flying around the internet but this was the third time in a month a photo was posted with the same girl and this one was hard to ignore when she had her arm gripped around his bicep.

He hardly looked amused, if anything he looked annoyed but that wasn’t exactly a rare expression for him to present when dealing with anyone, even you at times you were sure of it.

You chewed the inside of your cheek between biting your nails, anxiety suddenly flooding you about how exactly you should handle this, you didn’t know his team mates to question them or ask if you should be worried, quite frankly you’d never met anyone in this new team of his. 

He wouldn’t do this.. it’s just not Barou. Cheating just isn’t his thing, he values himself too highly for it.

You ignored the notification bars at the top of your phone, pinging from different girl friends who were sending different emojis to express anger, guessing they’d forwarded the recent post to you to see. 

But when Barou’s caller ID came in, covering your entire screen you let out a yelp and flung the phone across to the sofa from where you were sat, holding your breath as it rang and exhaling heavily when it stopped. Placing your hand on your heart feeling it thumping against your ribs. 

Shit. 

Shit why did you do that? 

It rang again but you had frozen in your place, your brain telling you to answer him but your body just wouldn’t move, the only relief was when it stopped ringing. 

The pinging of texts began and you picked the phone back up, watching as Barou started to message. 

B > Answer your damn phone, 

B > Oi! Woman you wanted me to call at seven. 

You thumbs clumsily flew across the screen, your bubble showing as typing and it took Barou less than five seconds to hit the call button again.

“H-Hey B, sorry I-uh,”

“The fuck you sound like that?”

“Like what?” 

“Like you’re doing summit you shouldn’t be, you not been using that damn toy again have you? Told you not to use it unless I’m-“ 

“N-No! I wasn’t doing that, Jesus Christ Barou what if someone heard you!?” 

“Why? You with someone?” 

“No. Aren’t you?” 

Your hand slapped across your mouth when the words left you in a snarky tone, your annoyance getting the better of you before you could stop it, a heavy sigh left him breaking the tension, his gruff voice quieter than usual. 

“Ignore that bullshit online, she’s the new physio for the team, just clingy as hell.” 

“So, she just gets her hands all over you when I’m not there?” 

“Well yeah, she’s does treatment and sports massage, it’s no big deal. Stop with the crybaby shit, it ain’t like you.” 

Oblivious freaking idiot. Your phone tucked between your shoulder and head, because your hands wrung an invisible neck in front of you like Homer with Bart. 

“Yeah, sorry, it’s just me being a brat huh? M’gonna go Barou, I’m tired. speak to you in a few days when you’re not so busy with your team or new physio.” 

The line going dead was far from a pleasant feeling, heart dropping to his stomach he stared at the home screen of his phone, that pretty photo of you in a sundress he’d changed back in blue lock three years ago. Barou being shocked was rare, you were both twenty two now and you’d never acted like this in ten years. It felt different, his guy was screaming at him leaving it to sit heavy in his stomach. 

You’d never gone to bed without saying goodnight, you’d never got angry to the point where you’d literally shut him off and he needed more fingers to count the amount of times he had said something shitty. You usually fired back, that stubbornness you had and that he found always so endearing.

Opening up the chat of you both he stared at your name, but you never came back online. 

It didn’t stop him sending a text goodnight though.  

When he woke to no routine good morning text, despite you having read his goodnight text at 5am it gave a sour start to his day. He didn’t do anything wrong, you were throwing a damn tantrum over nothing so he opted to give you space.

“Heh, trouble in paradise aye?” 

Barou only side glared at snuffy, ignoring his attempt of conversation as the striker sat in front of the obnoxiously large tv playing whatever film took his fancy this evening whilst stretching himself out. 

“Showed in your training today,” 

“If you’re just here to talk shit then fuck off, I ain’t in the mood.” 

Taking a seat on the sofa behind Barou, he hummed and watched the tv. 

“Didn’t wanna say back along but kinda figured this would happen, girls are a distraction y’know?” 

“Didn’t see you looking troubled in the hot tub photos of ya with them girls, go preach to Aiku, my girl ain’t your concern.” 

“Wrong-“ Snuffy twirled the remote to the tv around in his hand, starting to flick through the channels, “-anything that runs a risk to my team playin’ is my concern. ‘Sides whilst we’re on the topic, you not thought about other girls? Instead of being with the same one? Haven’t you been with her for like, forever?” 

“Sixteen and no.” 

“Or not thought about how feels with you being away more than with her? Long distance is such a drag, you’re both missing out on life.” 

The statement didn’t trigger Barou to think about himself, he was living his goals in life and thriving, coming back to you was a reward, a comfort he’d always known so he wasn’t trouble by any of it. But he’d never once stopped to think about you and your life at home, waiting for him to come back whilst he was off travelling the world. You never complained, you never seemed sad and always supported him, but was it all a front? Was he stopping you from living as freely as he was? He hated the thought of someone else making you happy, someone else taking his position and being around you more than he was -someone else fucking you and seeing that dumb, love struck look you gave him. 

He’d never even told you he loved you back, he never felt he needed to because you just got him in ways no one else did.. but if he couldn’t even give you that, how could he give you the type of relationship you deserved? 

You deserved everything and more. 

“I guess we’re all different, I know I sure as hell couldn’t do it. one of the guys overheard your conversation about the new physio, the media has been in a frenzy about it so putting two and two together isn’t difficult. But fix it, it’s affecting your play and you’re headlining at the moment, don’t let this ruin your high.”  

—0—

You never called him back and he hated it. 

He really fucking hated it. 

But instead of biting the bullet and making the move himself Barou festered and festered. His focus on football made the days go quickly but the evenings were agonisingly slow and his red eyes drifted to his phone in hopes to see your name more than he’d like to admit. 

Despite his stubbornness in making the move, because Barou Shouei would never chase anyone, he was starting to wonder if this was for the best. Perhaps you’d both been together too long it just became a habit, something he was so used to that he never thought about anything else or anyone else. 

Did that mean he was holding you back? Were you being selfless and he selfish? 

His move to Italy wasn’t exactly a great distance to be at when things like this happened, you were both so far apart that it was difficult to just reach out, Barou didn’t think long distance was much of an issue until something went wrong. 

“Hey Barou, it’s time for your physio!” 

The man sucked his teeth, not particularly in the mood to deal with this girl who’d been causing havoc in his relationship. 

Oliver came out groaning, swinging his shoulders and arms like tension had been released. 

“She’s so good, honestly babe those hands are magic.” 

She giggled at him and waved him off trying to act modest and Barou sent a harsh glare towards both. 

“I’ll skip tonight, hands ain’t going anywhere near me after touching that slime ball, fuck knows what’s over your hands.” 

She rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips. 

“I bought all new hand sanitizers and wipes Shouei so get your butt in there!” 

Oliver elbowed him and gave a wink, suggestive and mocking, something that made Barou’s fist curl into a ball. 

“You’d be shit in a threesome,” 

“Get fucked fuckboy.” 

“Eh, that’s suggestive-“ Oliver recoiled with false disgust, “-you really would be shit, didn’t know you swung both ways. I ain’t into that man, only bottom I’m ever being is under a pretty girl.” 

“Will you shut up? You’re disgusting.” 

“You’re such grump! When was the last time you got laid or you still arguing with miss perfect? She’s wasted on you y’know, man she’s wife material, imagine the attention she gets when you ain’t there.”

Barou’s fist swung so quickly it gave zero time for Aiku to get away, just managing to miss the worst of the punch it still grazed his cheek. What he wasn’t expecting was Barou’s knee to end up in his stomach, the man urged from the impact shocked that Shouei actually managed to land a hit on him. Then slightly impressed by the fact it took more than half the team to hold him back, even then he made their feet move. 

“Shouei, that’s enough!” 

Perhaps Aiku had pushed a little more than he should have, but he kinda found it hard to ignore when he’d heard about trouble in paradise with you both, he hoped his taunt would spur Barou into contacting you… that it would stop his tantrum, get his head out his ass and get his head back in the game. 

Cause even Aiku had seen the worth in you and Barou losing that would be foolish.

He just didn’t realise how much worse it had made it instead.

—0—

On day four in lack of communication with your boyfriend left you feeling heavy and guilty. Finding yourself sat at home staring at a letter that had arrived this morning, you graduated your degree yesterday, passing your courses and got a placement to be a paramedic. 

You should be celebrating, you should be happy. Maybe out with friends, others who graduated and family. Your Mother, Father and Brother had attended the graduation and you were hoping Barou would have been there, you weren’t expecting him to be nor blamed him because he was in Italy following his own career dreams. 

You never stopped him, you never expected him to detour from his focus and knew it required the majority of his time. 

A small, selfish part of you was wishing he could have just paused just once to share it with you, a small part of you told yourself how amazing it would have been if him not contacting you was because he was flying back to secretly turn up at the graduation. Instead due to your stubbornness in not calling him back, you hadn’t even received a phone call or text or say congratulations.. was this your fault? Had you been a little too sensitive and dramatic about it? Were you being paranoid for no reason? You’d never been threatened by girls with him before, so why was this bothering you so?

Your gaze returned to your phone sat in your hands, silent and cold, the screen black from being untouched and you knew if you unlocked the phone it would show Barou’s contact details. 

Because you’d been hovering over the call button for the last thirty minutes after opening the incredible offer letter in front of you. 

It was frustrating that he didn’t seem to understand why you were annoyed and hurt, which was ridiculous because he didn’t even actually do anything wrong besides dismiss how you felt. It didn’t help either that only yesterday another photo was posted of him and the teams new physio yet again named as his potential girlfriend. 

Funny how you never seen photos of her with the other boys in the team. 

Nice to see that he wasn’t even trying to solve it. 

You didn’t realise you were crying until little drops fell onto your black screen, your vision clouding as they filled your eyes finally springing free. 

Sometimes you just needed a good cry right? Maybe it would be a good idea to get it out now before you called him, it would make it less likely you’d cry on the phone right? 

The thought of letting go for a minute was enough to let the tears erupt to a sob, one of those ugly cries you needed to get out your system and you started to feel better after another thirty minutes of crying. 

You wiped your tears beforing shoving your hair into a messy bun, sudden courage in you springing forth now the silliness was out of the way. A face of determination as you wiped against at your face before slapping your cheeks. 

“C’mon girl, you’re being silly. It’s now or never!” 

You grabbed your phone and didn’t give yourself a second of hesitation in clicking the call button. 

It felt like it rang forty times, feeling ever so dramatic and like time had slowed because it only took three rings for Barou to answer. 

Okay.

Good start, he answered super fast. 

“Heeeeeey! Shouei’s phone!” 

Your jaw dropped at the girls voice, your breath hitched in your throat and you were pretty sure your eyes almost fell out their sockets like something from Tom and Jerry. 

Your voice failed you, the movement and voices turning into nothing but muffled noises because your heart was thumping so loudly in your chest your ribs were vibrating. 

Fuck why were you sweating all of a sudden? Why did you feel so hot? 

Christ almighty were you about to be sick? 

A deeper voice calling your name eventually brought you back, you had no idea how many times Barou had said it only that by the time you registered it was him saying it you noticed concern lacing into it, because when Barou was concerned he sounded kinda pissed off like he wasn’t quite able to handle the uncertainty of something, like when his control and confidence slipped he faltered.

“Uh, I’m sorry didnt mean to- uh, I didn’t mean to bother you? I’m sorry I just, I’m sorry, we can talk later I -“ 

You babbled, you stumbled and you over apologised for something you didn’t even need to apologise for.

Fuck it should be him! 

The fuck were you saying sorry for?! 

His voice was calm, stern and trying to keep the situation from escalating he called your name in a way that brought tears to your eyes. 

Fuck good was all that crying for if you were getting so easily overwhelmed like this?! 

“Oi, you trust me right?” 

Your hand clasped over your mouth before you could say anything, along with hiding the sob behind it but Barou heard. 

You heard a door closing on his end, you heard him moving somewhere. 

Did you trust him? You were overwhelmed, far too emotional at the moment and confused to even answer that, you faltered because it was all too much. 

You wanted to say yes you trusted him, you wanted to speak, to talk to him about the offer letter because it would be a good thing to discuss, it was good timing. 

But your sob broke through the silence again. 

“Hey, don’t do that shit-“ he was quiet, his voice still carrying his usual deepness but there was something added into it you’d never heard from him, almost soothing, caring and it made you sob harder because it reminded you when you told him you loved him and silly cried over it, stupid emotions! Why couldn’t they just let you be strong for five minutes?!

“-we need to talk, huh.” 

“Yeah,” 

Your heart plummeted into your stomach, its fight to stay in your chest lost as the acid crept into it, churning in your stomach as your gut was telling you where this was going, your heart unable to fight or resist any longer. 

“It ain’t gonna work like this, you deserve better-“ 

How fucking dare he. 

Rage wasn’t something you felt often, it wasn’t in your personality to get angry like this, feeling it burn under your skin and desperate to act out physically. In fact the last time you remember feeling like this was when you kicked the ball into 12 year old Barou’s face for degrading your younger brother. 

It suddenly became easier to hold yourself together a little better, focusing on feeling more angry than upset, them moving together in some aid to feed your fiery side. 

“-if that’s what you want, Shouei.” 

You were sure the lingering echo of tears and upset still clung to your tone, regardless of how strong you sounded on your side your lip was wobbling and your eyes were blurring with tears. 

“I dunno what I want.” 

“If it’s got to that point, then that’s the answer for us both.” 

His silence was disturbing and it was only giving you room to allow another crying session to break through the very thin self restraint holding it back. 

So you took control. 

“Take care Shouei, all the best to you and her.” 

“Oi, I ain’t with her, it ain’t like that I told you to ignore that shit in the med-“ 

Call ended. 

Red eyes stayed down at his phone cutting off back to his background of you, hanging up on him before he was even able to finish his sentence, the regret already firing through his stomach as the heaviness of guilt made even his strong shoulders hunch. 

Fuck, what the fuck did he just do? 

Barou flicked to your name in his call log, thumb not even hesitating over your name as he went to call you back. 

Sorry this number is not available, please call back later. 

Never one for caring about social media until this moment he went to yours, still having accessing to it he scanned through going to click the message button, stopping himself when he realised why you deserved better, deserved someone who would give you the time you should have. 

seeing your photos of your graduation yesterday and being so wrapped up on his own shit he hadn’t even reached out; he didn’t even remember it. Isagi commented on it, of course he fucking did but Aikueven acknowledged your achievement in the comments, he didn’t know you even knew Aiku.

He locked his phone, throwing it onto his bed and pinching the bridge of his nose to try take away the sting flaring through it, his throat running dry as his vision suddenly blurred. 

He cleared his throat, fighting away any progress on that happening he never even cried as a baby!

Perhaps this was for the best, even if it felt wrong. 

The feeling would pass with time. 

Right? 

—0—

You removed Barou on socials, blocking his number and ways to contact until you felt ready to face the music, coming off socials as well to avoid actually seeing anymore posts. 

You needed to learn to be selfish now and focus on yourself, start a life without Barou and maybe learn some new things about yourself, pushing yourself out your comfort zone would be the first place to start… after devouring tubs of ice cream and sobbing over titanic on repeat. 

Jack could have damn well fit on that door!

You could already hear the lyrics at the back of your mind, ready to messily sing along to Near, far, wherever you are believe that the heart does go on, once more, you open the door, and ou're here in my heart and my heart will go on and on. 

Oh it was gonna happen, you were gonna be a mess.

You sat numbly looking at the letter in front of you through blurry tears looking like a blotch of white on your coffee table. You had options to be placed abroad for two year’s experience, you didn’t think your option of Italy would actually get offered, your second choice was England.

You’d got the highest marks and worked your ass off to improve your chances to get your offer, but the idiot Shouei wouldn’t ever know anything about that would he. 

Now all you had to do was decide a box to tick. 

You were calling Barou to tell him you could accept Italy, that for the first time in your lives you could be together longer than a few weeks at a time, maybe finally move in together. 

Once again your life was moving towards him, because of him and it needed to stop. 

England might be a refreshing option. 

You’re pretty sure Isagi had friends there on another soccer team, Nagi was it? 

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Night after...♡

Warnings: not proofread, no nsfw/smut, just bllk boys caring..

Itoshi sae

Although the rough night, Sae would wake up pretty early, knowing your exhausted self would sleep in. He'd leave a discreet kiss on your forehead, going for his morning run, the sun was rising, hues of salmon and pink mixing like paint. Not a single cloud was covering the skies, the view made it even more worthy. But he knew he'd come back to something even more beautiful, you motivated him to do everything, because he knew he'd come back to you, patiently waiting for him at home. When he came back, there wasn't a single noise in the house, he walked slowly, careful not to make too much noise. He pushed the door opened, only to see you, barely awake, eyes half open and hair messy. There was a faint of a smile on his face, although one on you was clear, especially when your gaze landed on him. He walked over to the bed while your upper body rose, your looked ethereal. He offered his hand, while you gently grabbed it, he pulled you up. You stood up, shorts and one of his shirts covering your body, your legs were trembling. You took one step after another, struggling to walk properly while he gently held your hand. But it didn't take long for him to slide one hand behind your knees and snake his arm in your back, lifting you up princess style. He took care of you for the whole day, knowing he had been pretty rough with you.

Itoshi rin

Like his brother, rin always goes on a morning run to keep shape and admire the mornings heavenly skies. After getting some fresh air, he come backs with your favorite snacks and a drink. He'll usually spend the day with you, mainly in bed so you don't have to move too much. He takes care of you in his own way, he's a little inexperienced but he does his best. If you ask him to massage your legs, he'll be shy at first but he's damn good at it, willing to anything if it helps. Maybe, just maybe he will let you play in his hair, he just can't say no to you, if you really need to get up though, he will gladly carry you there even if it's three steps away. Just to tease him you called him your little maid, he wasn't happy but not enough to stop caring for you. If you even move an inch without him helping it's a big no,no.

Ness Alexis

He's the kind to rub your stomach, play with your hair while you're still asleep. Soft music in the background, he has a gentle and caring smile on his lips, doing everything he can to make you feel safe and cared for. He was rough last night without realizing, he absolutely wants to make up for it even though you told him you like it. Will bring breakfast in bed and cuddle you all day, leg massage anything you want. He's a little sweetheart, he also kisses you a lot, knowing it comforts you, all kind of kisses; forehead, cheek, lip, nose you name it. He's looking at you with his pretty magenta eyes of his, gosh, he can't get enough. He wants to start all over again, he often runs his fingers along your back and your arms...

Only three characters, a little disappointed with myself on this but yea. Hope you liked it, if i hadn't mentioned the ykw this could have been if you were sick lol, but bye bye love youuu!

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[angelltheninth]

Yoichi Isagi Realizes He's Your Soulmate

Paring: Yoichi Isagi x Reader

Tags: fluff, soulmate au, first meeting, post-game talk, being asked on a date

A/N: First time writing this sort of soulmate trope. I guess it's pretty common I just never wrote it. Glad this commission let me do so.

Isagi had yet to see color but he wasn't sad about it. He had his team, he had the thrill of scoring a goal and for him that was enough. Whenever the topic of finding a soulmate was brought up he said he had time, it was gonna happen eventually, his soulmate was out there somewhere.

He needed to score his goal, it would be the tie-breaker, the winning goal, it was all on him. No pressure right? None at all. All out of breath he ran past the other teams players, feeling his muscles screaming and burning. There was no winning path he could see. He was stun-locked. He was desperate for a breakthrough of some kind.

You could see he was struggling to break through, almost scared. Rightfully so with so much at stake. Your voice was drowned out in the sea of others but you still cheered him on.

It must have been fate that you sat behind the goal that day because it was your eyes that Isagi met. In that moment both your words exploded with colors, your eyes locked on the dazzling blue ones. Isagi almost stumbled over the ball but seemed to get his second wind, his target now so much more clear.

As the ball connected with the net and the game was won, his team swarming and jumping on him, cheering him on, but Isagi's eyes were locked on yours. Unmoving.

Was it really appropriate for you to wait outside of the locker rooms like this? Or rather in the hallway leading to the locker rooms. You tried not to act odd as the rest of the team was walking. One look at you wearing the jersey with his number. From the little bits of talk you got they seemed to be under the impression that you were dating him.

"It's you." You turned your head and was once again met with those beautiful blue eyes. Hopefully you didn't stare too hard. The atmosphere was a bit tense between you two, neither knowing quite what to say. How do you talk to your soulmate?

"I think you were great in the game." You complimented, not to awkwardly you hoped.

"T-Thanks." Isagi's cheeks turned pink. He was cuter and more shy then you thought he'd be. You wanted to ask him somewhere private to talk but with the rest of his team watching you didn't want to embarrass him, or yourself for that matter. "I have drinks to go to right now but... maybe I could get your number?"

"My number?" You looked at his phone, "Oh! Right!" You felt your hand shaking a little, nerves making you want to drop into a hole and stay there, "Here you go."

Isagi smiles as he looked it, "You have a pretty name. I'll call you okay? It was nice meeting my soulmate." He winked at you before his friends started hollering and cheering at him.

"It's a date!" You yelled so much it echoed and made him turn with a red face. So much for no embarrassment. But then he laughed, and it was the most beautiful sound you'd ever heard. If you never went to his game you may have never discovered that he was your soulmate. You're so glad your friend got dragged you to that first game a few years ago.

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[blueparadis]

❝ STRAWBERRY SKIES ❞ + RIN ITOSHI !

+. CWs —» sae itoshi x f!reader x rin itoshi, ( domestic ) fluff, angst, hurt & comfort, dating culture, hookups, implicit smut, unrequited feelings,acquaintances to lovers, slowburn; word count — 2.5k

+. PRECIS —» after an accidental encounter rin finds himself drawn to you while all sae wanted was to be apart from you.

+. NOTES —» no clue how i came up with this idea. All i wanted to do was to write on Sae ( lol ) ; hbd to me. i wanted to host an event which I'll but it's on hold for now. I don't want to burden myself and drive out of writing. happy reading fellas ! tap here to read my works.

“First time ?”Rin asked, eyes fixated on yours as his Adam apple bobbed, suggesting that you were not the only one who was barely able to keep your composure.

“Um-hm”, you hummed in response with a little nod breaking the eye contact that seemed to put a curve of delight along his lips.

“Yep. thought so.”, he supplied, “Well, mine too.”, he added, looking hopelessly at the burnt poached egg that refused to leave the frying pan no matter how much you tried. 

The younger Itoshi skillfully placed himself on the kitchen counter pushing aside the tray of such unevenly chopped vegetables near the sink. You kept the frying pan aside and headed towards the fridge to fetch a bottle of juice. “I told you to watch …

“I’ll watch the poach when you’re next to me?”, Rin blurted out, quite defensively as if he was not at any fault; part of him was astonished at how you expected him to do such a thing when you were roaming in the kitchen wearing shorts and his shirt.

Your lacy lavender bra was a great bother. God! How direly he craved to see you without his shirt!  Would you wear a matching pair? Actually, given your status and background, you seemed like you would do that.

“Yes. so that I learn how to cook and your brother stops yelling at me.”, you bluntly responded. “Ni-chan yells at her? How come? She seems so nice. Why though?”

It is true that Rin has been totally at fault for the burnt poached egg and those half-hearted chopped vegetables since he was never on board with this idea in the first place. He would rather order food and spend the time cuddling with you till the doorbell rings or touching you in ways that you mourn for him when he is not around. But his hands are tied.

After being in several relationships that ended in agony, most of them, you knew that Rin was not just trying to flirt. He wanted to impress you which is why you are here in his home after being followed by him like a lost puppy for half a month.

Not at some fancy restaurant and being the headline of the newspaper the very next day. It has been just two months since this thing between the two of you started; it is hard to describe. It is neither a relationship nor . . . ‘What do people call it again?’, a situationship. Yep, that was not the case either. 

It was a lavish party after a victory match when Rin walked up to you as you stood in the lonely balcony under the moon lit night. The breeze was cool , letting you reel in the feeling of being a little tipsy. 

“Mind a company?”,a bold familiar voice turned up and to that you turned on your heel finding a man in a finely tailored peak lapel suit holding two glasses in one hand and the other shoved inside the pockets. He was neatly dressed for a party like this, even for a man. 

With eyes like that, like emerald stones embedded as the stars across the sky to foretell your future, if you looked a little too long than usual, anyone would be smitten with him. Perhaps, this is what they call love at first sight. 

How could you deny him? Besides, he was one of the guests so you had to accept the drink even if you did not want to. 

“Okay.”, you took one of the glasses from him with a swing yet careful enough not to graze your fingers against his palm and immediately turned around resting your elbows on the railing. You had no intention of being another one in his list; of course, boys like that always had one, always. 

“You should not have drank that much…”, Rin stood beside you, swirling the wine in his glass. “... You could have avoided the party, you know…”, he took a sip, “... is it so hard for you to say no to people?” You rolled your tongue through the insides of your mouth before shifting your gaze on him. 

‘Stop it, you’re not my dad.’ With a chaste smile you muttered, “Thank you for the drink . . .”, tilting your head a little you amended, “. . . and the company.” 

Of course, Rin hated that you worked for his brother. You were not entirely sure if it was actually because of Sae or the fact that Sae took more interest in you than him. He reeked of envy but which one was it? If it were the first you could not help much and if it were the second, you were utterly screwed. Rin would find every opportunity to torment you and Sae would not pay any heed to his childish tantrums pushing his brother being more stubborn than he already is, determined to be a perpetual nuisance to you.

Rin did not know. He was not aware that Sae and you were just casual friends, more like acquaintances. Sure, Sae tried his luck with you many times but it was too friendly to bother about what ifs and buts. 

Besides, Sae knew you could be more useful as a friend than his girlfriend. You have made abundantly clear that you are not some trophy girlfriend that he can show off to people. He had tried all the tricks of old books to rile you up, to make you jealous, to get under your skin but eventually it came down to sharing secrets and beers, truth or dare.

“Can I walk you home?”

You halted on your tipsy steps and let out a sigh of disappointment. You just did not want to talk to him, like not at all, not in this mood. You turned your head and nodded in his direction. Rin swallowed, not sure what he would do next since he thought you would flatly decline. You could say NO but somewhere at the bottom of your heart you just wanted to know, ‘does Rin care like his brother? Would he give a fuck if it was the other way around?’ 

Rin was surprised that your home was not even in a proper walking distance. He thought he had to bear this awful silence while driving you home. The walk was just a floor away. “You didn’t know that you were partying under my roof, offering me a drink that’s quite a staple to me?”, you said followed by a little cackle to ease him. He was way too stiff for a man who has a list of girls in speed dial.

You walked out of the elevator and so did he. “Most of the buildings are owned by my father. I’m sure you’ve heard of him. Mikage corporations? Does that ring a bell?” A raised eyebrow that was all you received from him.A raised eyebrow that did not tell you whether it rang a bell or bounced off. You unbuckled the watch from your left wrist before uttering, “Are you staying for the show or. . . ?”

With that line, Rin could tell how much of a tease you are. Maybe that is why Sae liked having you around. Maybe that is why people feel comfortable around you. He has watched you along with brother plenty of times, sometimes in his apartment, at the airport, at markets but Rin never gave a damn about it until he watched his brother with another girl dancing merrily as you cheered them on, just a few days ago. It was a friendly gathering. He was intrigued; no not about you but what exactly was your relationship with him? 

“Maybe some other day.”Rin closed the gap between the two of you with a single step, his hand around your waist making you gasp a little at his sudden closeness. A blink and then you looked at him with surprise in your eyes before he swayed off his hand and stood as if he was at gunpoint saying, “I thought you were genuinely offering…” 

He backed away, relishing the surprised look on your face. Part of him wanted to take you then and there but another part of him was gentleman enough not to have you under the influence of alcohol. “See you at the next party.” Rin walked towards the elevator hoping for something, anything as a comeback. He was even willing to take one of those feeble low growls of protest but when he turned around you were not there anymore. 

Surprisingly, you did not have to wait till the next party. He was standing outside your office the very next day. With his hands inside his slacks and an umbrella at another hand. He was surfing through his phone as you watched him in awe. You waved at him as he looked at you. Even though the splattering raindrops were hitting the window you could hear him smirk as a curve of delight spread across his cheeks.

[ a message from angry bird itoshi

“Hi. Rin here ”

“I’m waiting till you’re done.” ]

You let out a laugh keeping your phone aside. Of course, he took his brother’s phone, went through his contacts and made sure to message you from his phone. No wonder Sae likes to avoid him.

[ “pick one: hot chocolate or ice-creams” ]

You did not reply for two reasons; one: Sae would not be very happy about this and two: Rin was just the type of guy who gets under the skin very easily, the type you would like to avoid the most.

Eyes as dark as a starless sky that spoke volumes if one were to stare too much yet so agonizingly silent. The kind of face that it hurts to look at yet so pretty, so full of hopes. Rin Itoshi was the kind they would write in poetries, and hide behind the canvas of an abstract painting. Dark-haired, pretty face, luscious lips, morbid eyes. Underneath this boyish façade was something some would not want to see.

Most people call it envy, but you would rather call it an outgrowth of wrath, a mere tantrum. He was just envious of his brother in every way he admired him, so much so that he chased everything that his brother did. 

He waited. He waited for two hours and when you were walking out of the office. It had already started raining.  The umbrella was too short for two people but both of you managed to reach the nearby cafeteria, half-drenched in rain and half -drenched in love.

Rin was patient with you even if you threw lots of tantrums to test him,to get rid of him but he stayed. Within a span of another two months, things became a little intimate, a bit physical and your first time was nothing like you imagined it would be.

Not because of the person, but because of the place. Rin had come to visit you in your office and he was told to wait. He did. He is used to it by now. Every time he waited for you, he felt like he was trying to hold sand in his hands. When he saw you walking towards the exit with bodyguards around, your mind to busy to acknowledge his presence, he didn't feel annoyed. 

But you shouldn't have made him wait so long, not back then and not even now. When you were done with your meeting, when he was finally able to talk to you after days, after a month of being away from you he didn't waste any time. He mourned you too much to be in his control.

And now he has you laying on the work surface, with one of your legs over his shoulder as he slowly thrusts in you. The curtains are not drawn, air conditioner is off and its afternoon, lunch break while Rin is balls deep inside you making you gasp with each of his strong calculative slow thrusts.

It's not okay. You and Rin did everything backward. Casually flirted, went on random dates, and fucked each other senselessly as if you two would not see each other for eons or have been reunited with your love in this life.

And he did all of these just to get to know you and you let him. You let him because you didn't want to be the woman to teach him about broken love. You did it because you couldn't hurt him. You did it because he didn't seem to be what they said about him, not a bit, or was it because he actually likes you.

Unlike him, you didn't have to wait long to have your answer, didn't have to spend sleepless nights thinking, is it really love or just a phase?

Now you are in his apartment wearing one of his shirts since your dress was ruined. Sae would be here in any minute. He gets so cranky if he doesn't get home-cooked meals.

“I’m back.” Sae tosses his bags onto the sofa and rushes towards the bathroom. This wasn't always the case; generally, he'd rest a bit, make sure to avoid his brother at all costs, and then go for a shower. Now that you are here, all he did was behave like a child.

“Ni-san, don't throw your bags like that…”, Rin exclaimed with congested eyebrows. “Ah geez! Stop it.”, he yelled when Sae was about to disorient the whole wardrobe for his favorite towel.

“Check the black bag while I'm in shower”, Sae said before vanishing into the bathroom. Rin knew he brought gifts. It's not like they aren't available here but it's the thought that matters, he remembered. You told him that once.

It's okay. Sae thinks as the hot shower warms his skin. Sae and you never belonged together. You and he always belonged to ‘almost and maybe’; maybe we could be something; she looked almost in love with me; maybe we were almost lovers.

It's okay. Sae has done a lot of things for you not to draw in your attention. He has dated girls, flaunted about it to you and mourned alone. He did it because he could never make you smile like his brother. He did it because you were not made for him; he knew it from the very beginning. He knew it all along that you were made for his brother.

It's okay, Sae thinks as he drags the chair and sits beside his brother shooting a smile at you with a sunburn in his heart, ready to enjoy the meal you have made. You have improved a lot since the last time. That is why he likes you; you heal whatever is broken. That is why he let you go.

Does he regret it? Nope. Since you are loved like you deserved and he got back what he sacrificed you for, his brother, Rin Itoshi.

@tokyometronetwork

tagging y'all cuz i think you might like this one @itoshi-s @orchid3a @swanphantasm @nyaaaaanma @saetoshis @shoyoist @anantaru @lalunanymph @chronic-claire-universe @garoujo @katasstrophy

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[tnt-kokoo]

"She's a weirdo"

rin itoshi × fem!reader

summary: being the "weird" girlfriend of rin itoshi has many people wondering how you two are dating but he loves you more than anything.

warning: talking behind readers back, a perverted joke for a sec (not rin/y/n), murder thread (not towards the reader)

masterlist

Rin stood with his back to the other guys as he was about to put on his shirt since PE class was next. Another guy from the younger itoshis class looked at his back and started to wonder, he wasn't sure if his question should be voiced or not but he decided to ask still.

"Say Itoshi, are you and that weirdo dating?" he asking teasingly the boy, as the other guys in the changing cabin started to listen.

Rin not knowing what he ment, he turned around to face the questioning boy who he recognized as the 'class clown'.

Class clown my ass, the only funny think here is your existence.

Not wanting to appear too rude (as y/n called it), he cursed him and his whole life out in his mind as his classmates stood there on the sideline of the changing room wondering if Rin is going to answer or not.

"....um Ri-" the guy asked, "Don't call me that." He interrupted.

"Y/n is my girlfriend and she isn't a weirdo." He said it in a serious voice but the others seemed to find it a bit funny to think HE would be dating someone like YOU.

"Are you sure? She does seem kinda freaky?" A different guy asked before another guy decided to play with the younger itoshi and make a perverted joke, "Freaky? I wonder if she gets freaky in bed too??" As much as teenagers can be annoying, Rin had enough and pushed the one who made the joke to the wall as most boys back away to look at the two.

"My girlfriend is not a freak OR weird. If you dare to make another joke like that I will kill you."

After that the guys decided to let go of the topic and continued to put on their PE clothes.

____________________________________________

"Hey, Rin." Y/n said and waved a little when seeing her boyfriend come out of the cabin. The Itoshi felt his ears redden and waved a little, but nearly unnoticeable with his own hand.

Man, he loved his girlfriend.

____________________________________________

ᯓᝰ: I didn't wanted to specify what kind of weird bc there are so many different kind of hobbies/interests that can be seen as weird by some ppl so yea 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ think of it as either your own or just something random ig

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[sixosix]

indebted | mikage reo

( ? ) reo spends money on someone who refuses to be indebted to anyone, FLUFF I SWEAR

( A/N ) why are my bllk fics literally about meeting again i think i have some strange obsession with this trope. ANW THIS FIC IS SOOO CLICHE but i think reo is cheesy like that

the sky is a pretty shade of blue, birds are chirping sweet songs from where they’re perched on branches, and cherry blossom leaves are floating along the wind; some are even pooling around his feet. love is in the air, one could say. pluck out every element you could see in a high school-inspired love song music video, and you’ll get precisely what reo is experiencing.

but none of those are what reo is looking at right now.

no, not when you’re standing before him, and his pulse is unsteady. 

“i like you,” you say. “i want to go out with you.”

reo’s eyes go round, spluttering syllables that are strung together hastily. he settles with a: “w-whuuu…”

the small group of students who decided to tag along with reo all gasped and ooh?. reo doesn’t know why he’s the one feeling mortified, heat crawling up across his cheeks.

you’re staring at him with a fierce expression, refusing to back down and shy away despite the crowd. it’s like you don’t care what they think or say so long as you get your words across. he honestly respects it.

reo scratches the back of his neck, guilty for some unfamiliar reason. he’s gently rejected countless others before, so he’s unsure why he’s so reluctant this time. maybe it’s because you’re looking at him like you know what you want, and it’s making him feel flustered in a way he hasn’t felt before.

“don’t just stand there, reo!” someone butts in, as if it’s his business. as if he’s confessing or being confessed to.

you and reo turn to glare venom at the guy, who shrinks under both your gazes.

reo’s gaze finds yours once again, trying for a comforting smile.

“i’m sorry. i can’t accept your confession,” he murmurs and winces at the feigned cries of the people around him. his heart pangs painfully in his chest when he sees your crestfallen expression. “i really am sorry!” and he is. “i bet you’re nice—“

you hold up a hand, a universal sign to shut the hell up, you’re making it worse, idiot. “it’s fine. you don’t have to say anything else aside from a ‘no’, reo-san.” the smile you give him is pretty painful. or is it painfully pretty? “thank you for your time.”

reo blinks when you swivel around. he feels incredibly horrible, to be frank.

reo watches you leave until you’re out of sight, only snapping out of it when nagi shoulders him to tune back into the laughter of his classmates, teasing him relentlessly about the confession.

“man, are you always this nice to your fans?” one of them snickers. “you’re sick for leading the l/n y/n on.”

reo frowns. “i’m not leading them on, i’m just trying not to be an ass to people who admire me, unlike some people.”

“oooh…”

reo sighs, leaning against nagi’s terrifyingly solid figure. “y/n, huh?” he mumbles.

the hallways are unusually empty today. reo is usually swarmed by students from his class or even others, especially during the hour of lunch break.

there seems to be an influx of students crowding downstairs, though, judging by the faint cheers he can hear all the way from the fourth floor.

someone passes him, brushing his forearm, and reo almost ignores it.

“oh, hi, reo-san!” the voice says, and it snaps him right out of his wondering.

reo blinks, doing a double take. “ah, y/n.”

you skid to a halt, facing him over your shoulder with a pleasantly surprised expression. “you know my name already?”

reo feels caught, somehow. he doesn’t know what to say, so he nods and smoothly switches subjects. “where are you runnin’ off to?”

you don’t move from where you’ve stopped, and reo feels the need to catch up, so he jogs like an obedient dog. the nearly terrifying grin you shoot him does little to cover your amusement. “you’ve been spacing out during class, top of the class? there’s a parade going on right now for the school festival, i’m heading down to watch.”

oh. so that’s where everyone went.

in reo’s defense, he went to the bathroom minutes before break—most likely when the teacher announced anything regarding a parade. and nagi is nowhere to be seen to inform him about it. knowing nagi, he’s hiding away on some random floor’s stairs to play games on his phones quietly.

reo nudges you with an elbow and realizes halfway through that he never asked if you’re even okay with him doing that. he clears his throat, “let me come with you, then.”

“c’mon, pretty boy.” you pick up the pace, and he could’ve tripped on air hearing that. “don’t make me miss out on the fun waiting for a snail like you.”

reo makes a show of scoffing, but he can’t hide the smile in his voice.

you both make your way downstairs, chatting idly all the while. it’s small talk—mindless, almost, but reo finds himself relaxing quickly in your presence like he didn’t just meet you yesterday. like you didn’t just ask him out, and he rejected you yesterday.

“ahh, the stalls are up already?” you frown, scanning the area and onto the line of students swarming the field. “i thought they wouldn’t be serving anything this early.”

“if it’s what you’re worried about, it’ll be my treat,” reo finds himself offering without thinking.

“will it, now?”

minutes later, you two find yourselves walking out of the line of stalls with bags of snacks and street foods (even trinkets you weren’t planning to buy but reo wanted you to have). it was all a blur. reo didn’t know he could start from roaming the hallways to having a nearly empty wallet with you by his side.

blinking incredulously at the heap of bags slung over your forearms, you say, “i’ll pay next time.”

reo shrugs, pleased with himself but trying so hard not to show it. “it’s fine.”

“what? no, it’s not fine. i’ll pay you back,” you say, stern. there is no room for dispute.

“it’s really no big deal…” and it’s not. he gets enough money to fill up his wallet easily once more. upon seeing your glare, he concedes. “fine, do what you want.”

your bright smile at that response makes him realize something about you.

reo is ashamed to say it, but ever since yesterday, he’s been noticing you more and more often.

it’s embarrassing to admit that he hasn’t paid attention before, but it’s even more embarrassing to realize that he keeps finding you everywhere—it’s almost incredulous to think that he has never met you earlier.

what’s worse is that reo is excited when he does catch sight of you.

images of your moment with him come to him in a flash, and he almost fucks it all up by approaching you out of nowhere—he could, but he doesn’t know what you still think of him after that. he, for one, would feel as if he’s being pitied when the person he confessed his feelings to starts coming up to him without any good reason.

that’s the thing: reo can’t think of a good reason.

“stop overthinking,” is all nagi says to reo’s mindless rambling of his current crisis (read: above). “you shouldn’t look too deep into it, idiot. if y/n can confess to you just because, then y/n can tell you to screw off if you make things weird.”

that is surprisingly a piece of very reasonable and thought-provoking advice.

“okay,” reo says. it makes sense.

he doesn’t have to do anything, though, because nagi looks up from his phone, sees something, and tells him reo can just text him what happens because he’s heading straight home.

“what? what? where are you going, nagi?”

“reo-san—” reo jumps in surprise, “—sorry, did i scare you? haha, that was cute!” he turns and sees you grinning up at him, impudent like you hear precisely what is going in his head.

“y/n,” he says, horrified to feel sudden warmth crawling up his cheeks. how do you keep doing that? “when did you…”

“are you free? i still have to pay you back, don’t i?”

he wants to say that if you feel like you owe something, you don’t, and reo doesn’t care about the money he spent on you, seeing how much fun you had yesterday. yet the excitement evident in your voice kills off the rebuttal on the tip of his tongue.

reo finds himself laughing, mostly out of disbelief. “alright.”

you beam, his expression softens, and the sunset is beautiful this afternoon.

“come on, i know this really good place,” you tell him, reaching for his hand like it’s natural. reo’s eye catches on the charm dangling on your bag. his heart does something weird when he realizes it’s what he picked out for you. “you mentioned you like ichibo steak yesterday, right? you’re in luck.”

reo should really get checked up. he’s been feeling incredibly warm lately.

you two decide to ride a taxi. reo texts nagi that he is out on a platonic—emphasized platonic, in bold, italic, and even underlined—date with you, as friends, and all because you felt guilty. the sticker nagi sends in return says he does not care.

along the way, you two fall into easy conversation once again. reo feels so relaxed that he doesn’t realize until later how wide his grin is. and when he does, it’s when he starts to notice everything else, too.

“it’s weird! i just passed them, and they gave me weird looks. i wanted to square up and ask, what? you wanna fight? i would beat them, no doubt,” you say, huffing. reo chuckles a little. at the sound, you pout. “what’re you laughing at? you don’t believe me?”

“of course i believe you.”

you grin. “that’s right.”

the car stops, and you pay for the ride before reo could even blink and lead him outside. your enthusiasm is endearing, reo has to admit. it feels like you actually like him and like being with him.

the gentle hold you have on him, the way your fingers are absentmindedly rubbing circles on his skin, the way his brain is melting out of his ears—when did he get so soft like this? it’s insane.

it probably means he is happy to have you as a friend, right?

in a seat for four people, reo pointedly decides to sit next to you because sitting across would make it look weird—it will feel like an actual date, and reo is not sure how he can handle the thought of that.

you don’t question it, and reo feels embarrassed to think you probably think he’s so strange that you don’t blink at it. instead, you tug him closer by the sleeve, pointing at his favorite food with sparkling eyes. it’s adorable. you’re so damn excited that it’s rubbing off on him.

reo’s mouth again runs off before his brain can catch up. “are you alright with us hanging out like this? after…”

you understand immediately. reo can’t quite see your expression properly because you’re leaning down to study the menu; however, your answer seems unfazed: “i don’t mind. i like you, don’t i? you already knew that, so that’s a silly question.”

you turn to him, smiling. “of course i’d like being with you, too.”

“ah.” reo’s face is on fire. “so… why did you even like me?”

“hm.” you make a motion of rubbing your index finger and thumb together. “money.”

reo eyes you with a scrunched nose, speechless.

you laugh brightly. “kidding! kidding! kind of.” reo nudges your knee with his as a warning. “okay, okay. i thought you’re cute, alright?”

“really?”

“really.”

it’s almost enough to make him forget how your face fell when he rejected you. almost.

is it normal to think about that so much?

(no. the answer is no, obviously. but reo doesn’t want to think about the reason why it’s a no.)

reo slouches against the seat, his arm brushing against your side. “oh.”

“that was so good,” reo groans. he burps inelegantly afterward, laughing along with you. “fuck, you were right. i’m coming back here again.”

you snort, waving your fork around. “i told you! i’m never wrong, don’t doubt me about anything ever again.” there’s sauce on the side of your mouth; reo brushes it off with his thumb without thinking, as if in a trance.

you pause, going still. you’re staring at him wide-eyed, flustered, and reo finds himself thinking that he likes that look on you.

he snaps out of it the second after, blushing profusely. “sorry, i don’t—” to save himself from explaining, he calls for the waiter for the bill instead. real smooth, reo. did it like a real rich kid.

“hey, wait, why are you paying?” you ask, frowning.

“you already paid for the ride earlier, remember? you don’t owe me anything right now, so let me pay.”

“reo—”

the waiter comes, reo scans the receipt quickly, and slips money in. he also tells them to keep the change, to which the waiter starts bowing and thanking him for, which probably means he paid them more than he’s supposed to.

you slump, bottom lip jutted out. “now i’m indebted to you again.”

reo grins. “i know.”

you become something else to him entirely. more than friends, though not quite lovers. tip-toeing lines, ready to risk it all, but never crossing over.

reo laments this to nagi, who he realizes suddenly becomes an expert.

“for someone who didn’t hesitate to reject y/n, you’re quick to regret it every day,” nagi remarks. “don’t be stupid, reo. the answer is right there— oh, i lost.” nagi is sad now, not that reo can see it because he’s having a crisis.

by the time reo realizes that what he feels for you is more than a simple crush, it’s far too late. he’s on the bus, your last message with him is a goodbye, and his life is flipped upside down.

TIMESKIP

reo sits alone on a bench in the middle of a public park, holding a popsicle and checking his watch occasionally. his knee bounces, impatient, but his last text will stay as: i’ll wait for you no matter how long.

he sighs, his head slowly tilting up to face the sky.

it’s as beautiful as he remembers it—the day he regrets more than anything. all that’s left is for birds to chirp and leaves to dance around his feet.

he had to reject his friends’ offer to go out, as it’s not often blue lock members are given off days. however, it’s a small price to pay if he gets to see you again.

“i’m here!”

reo nearly jolts in surprise, his whole body instinctively preening at the familiar melody of your voice. he turns, and his heart bursts.

it’s been so long. too long. yet every detail about you is still the same as he daydreams about when it gets a little too lonely: from your smile to the way you’re looking at him with overwhelming fondness. there’s no mistaking it—the happiness tickling his chest says more than words could.

he is so fucking in love.

you stand there, a little nervous and hesitant like you’re ready to run with one wrong move.

so reo won’t fuck this up. not anymore or ever.

“y/n,” he breathes, tugging you by the arm to pull you closer. “i missed you.”

“i missed you, too,” you say, melting in his grasp. “i didn’t think you’d— i didn’t expect you to still want to see me after high school.”

“don’t be stupid,” he chides, gently flicking your forehead. “of course i’d want to see you.” your gaze shifts to the plastic he’s holding in his other hand, and he almost smacks his face for forgetting. “right, here. i bought you ice cream because it’s a bit hot today. thought you’d like it.”

“so thoughtful,” you coo, poking his cheek before gratefully taking the popsicle from him.

he pats the vacant spot next to him. it took all his willpower and rationality to not gesture his lap.

“um,” you fidget, tongue darting out quickly to lick on the icy treat. reo is not getting distracted, he’s not. “what was the question you said you wanted to ask? that text almost made me want to chuck my phone across the room, you know? we haven’t talked for months, and that’s the first thing you send me.”

“sorry,” reo can’t help but chuckle, scratching the back of his neck. “i just want to do this before i regret anything again.”

“you have regrets with me?” you frown, hurt.

reo nods, and fuck it, reaches out to cup your chin. there’s a smidge of melted ice cream; he swipes it away with a thumb. “the day we met,” he says distractedly.

there’s a moment where you can only look at him incredulously, a little offended. but understanding dawns on your face soon after. “that was the day i confessed.”

he nods, proud. “you’re still indebted to me, aren’t you?”

“yes? you made sure you were the last one to pay for anything when you won me that plushie at the arcade a week before you left,” you recall fondly.

“alright, then.” reo takes your free hand to pull you closer to him, stunning you to silence. the popsicle starts melting at the sides—it could be from the heat or from how intense reo is staring at you. “pay me back by going out with me. as your boyfriend.”

THIS IS SO RUSHED I KNOWWW but take it and appreciate it please i dont even kno where the reo brainworms came from

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[sleepysnk]

a/n: hi guys!! i finally decided to get out of my slump and make some content for you guys. i hope you all enjoy <33!!

characters: kunigami rensuke, oliver aiku, michael kaiser

warnings: nsfw, breeding kink, creampie, multiple orgasms, choking (kaiser), some rough sex, use of pet names (baby, princess, sweet girl), praising, mentions of pregnancy.

BREEDING HEADCANONS.

kunigami rensuke:

you already know he has an insane breeding kink. kunigami had mentioned it several times before that he would be so down to fill you with his cum. all you had to do was say the word and he would do it. it’s always been a thought on his mind, so who was he to deny you of that wish?

you two were both having a heated moment. you had been going at it with him for hours now and your cunt was so tired from the amount of times he had made you cum. kunigami’s fat dick was splitting you open, making you gasp with every thrust of his hips. he was making you feel so good and there was this voice inside your head telling you to let go for him and let him fill your pretty pussy with his seed. when those words “cum inside me!” slipped from your lips, kunigami almost lost it right then and there. his cock twitched inside you and his eyes grew wide. something had snapped inside of him and his pace was animalistic on your pussy. you were so lost in bliss you didn’t even realize he came inside you. his thick, warm cum leaked into your walls, covering them with white. he couldn’t believe he had done that, but it was one of the hottest things he had ever done.

“fuck.. take my cum, baby. you want more, hm?”

oliver aiku:

he has always made it known that he’s had a breeding kink throughout your relationship. oliver has fantasized for a long time about pushing his thick cum into your womb, getting you pregnant. he’s just always held back because he wanted to make sure you were okay with it first.

oliver had just returned home from a long soccer match. he missed you so fucking much and all he wanted to do was bury his cock into your tight pussy. after all, he had scored the winning goal to lead his team to victory. he wanted to celebrate with his favorite girl, aka you. he could hardly stop himself when he entered you and making you feel good was all he wanted to do. you were the prettiest woman he had ever seen, and the idea of you being swollen with his child in your belly made him want to stay inside. you knew oliver was getting close based off his body language. he was dirty talking in your ear, driving you insane. all you craved was him and you decided to cave and tell him to fill you up. you didn’t care if you got pregnant or not, and when oliver heard that, he completely went in for it. he snapped his hips and began fucking you at such a brutal pace it almost knocked the wind out of you. when he came, he had a rough grip on your thigh it almost left bruises on your skin. he felt so fulfilled seeing his thick cum leaking from your pretty hole.

“fuck.. you’re so good for me, baby. my cum will for sure get you pregnant..”

michael kaiser:

kaiser doesn’t have the biggest breeding kink compared to kunigami or oliver, but it’s definitely there. he’s mentioned before that it would be super hot if he would be able to cum inside your pretty cunt. he knew at some point he wanted to do it, but he was just waiting on it.

you and kaiser had been fucking for quite a long time. he was somewhat pissed because he had unfortunately lost a match against a rival opponent, so he was taking that frustration on your exhausted pussy that had been screaming for some type of relief. his tattooed hand was wrapped nicely around the base of your throat, occasionally squeezing to see what pretty reaction he might get out of you. he was so close to reaching his orgasm. his balls felt heavy and his cock was twitching inside of you. there was a voice inside of his head telling him that this was the moment to finally let go into you. he announced to you that he was gonna cum and when he said he would do it inside, your pussy fluttered around him. he thought you were so fucking sexy getting turned on by the idea of him cumming inside you. he almost lost his composure when finally hit his orgasm, covering your pretty walls with his seed.

“how about we try that again, sweet girl? you think you can take another load?”

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[satrs]

i just read the cliche post and like- DAMNNNNNN

But now isagi's part got me thinking what if, milf reader??? VEKFBKSNS please i just wanna be this hot ass mom who has teens drooling on her, i dONT HAVE ANY SCENARIO IN MIND BUT PLEASEE i am begging fr

AHHHH OMG YOUR MIND!!! VSKDKXKX THANK YOU FOR THIS!!!

ＭＩＬＦ!?

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; ɢᴜʏꜱ ᴡʜᴏ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍɪʟꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ!

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ; Isagi Yoichi. Itoshi Sae. Shidou Ryusei. Nagi Seishiro. Otoya Eita.

Tags; Age gap(they're in their early 20's, reader in her late 30's). mention of kids. breeding kink. creampie. nicknames(good boy, ma', mommy, baby). some subby guyss

ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ 18+!!! // ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴏꜰʀᴇᴀᴅ

ISAGI YOICHI.

I just knowww he's a sucker for hot MILFs ♡

He loves everything about them! He loves how they are so mature and how they're so experienced in sex life!

And you are no exception. He was always looking forward to seeing you, feeling the urge to take care of you after you had another stressful day with work and your kids :(

You jumped up and down, rocking your hips at a tantalizing speed, leaving him comepletely pussydrunk.

"Yes baby fuckkk, use me." Your aching heat clenched at his words. He was the best. Letting you use him as you pleased, getting rid of

all the stress you had throughout the day.

He threw is head back, adams apple throbbing as your rythm increased, his hands flying to take a hold of your asscheeks. "Yesyesyes, fuck!", he groaned, to lost over the feeling of you around him, subconsiously thursting his hips up into yours, causing you to moan out his name.

No man was ever able to please you like this young man did, always tending to all your needs.

ITOSHI SAE.

Hear me out. I think he would really enjoy himself a nice milf.

It’s just something about you that makes his cock stir in his pants, probably the fact that you were so ridiculously beautiful, aging like fine wine.

He loves and worshippes every single part of your body, from your pregnancy strechmarks to your amazing thighs. And he never failed to let you know how beautiful you were.

"God.", you sighed out, hand threading into his red locs. "Don't stop Sae, oh shit!" You moans caused the man to groan into your aching heat, hands firmly griping your thighs, holding you in place, wide open for his mouth to devour.

Your legs started to lock around his head, almost robbing his breath. But he didn't mind. Hell, he would die a happy man if he were to die being suffocated by your elegant thighs.

It barely took you one more flick of his tongue to succumb to him, legs shaking at the hard impact of your orgasm. He lapped up your juices, overstimulating you in the process.

"Fuck, I could do this all day."

SHIDOU RYUSEI.

He is literally obsessed with MILFs idc.

Would do ANYTHING for a gorgeous woman like yourself.

Suck your sore titties? Done. Feed your baby because you’re so exhausted? Already finished. Fucking your brains out while your child is at daycare? Oh, he loves that.

He always tells you how he would love to have kids with you himself, knowing they would be beautiful given to your genetics.

„Yeah? You like that ma‘? I know you do.“

Whines and whimpers escaped your plumb lips, his cock drilling in and out of you from behind at an rapid pace.

„Yes Ryusei! I love it, love it!“ you slurred put incoherent words of praise into the pillow, causing the mans chest to swell with pride.

„I‘ll fill you up so good, make you a mommy again. Whatcha say?“

You whined at that, back arching even further and the image of him filling you to the brim with his juice heavy in your mind.

Maybe another child would be nice, right?

NAGI SEISHIRO.

Loves them bc he is so lazy urgh

You just take such great care of him, not letting him lift a finger and you never complain about him ever.

And to top it all of, you were so incredibly sexy, he couldn’t wrap his mind around it.

He just feels like being in heaven when he rings at your doorbell late at night when your kid is asleep, begging you to take care of him :(

„You’re such a good boy you know that right, Sei'?“ you questioned while your slim fingers stroked his throbbing cock.

„Mhmm, yes mommy. Such a good boy for you. Only you“ he whined, dangerously close to his orgasm.

„Well then“, you began, pace of your hand increasing, stimulating his sensitive tip with your tumb, „prove it to me and cum, babyboy.“

He was a slave to you and your words, immediately cumming all over your hand and his pelvis.

Whispers of thanks spilled from his lips, „Thank you so much mommy.“

OTOYA EITA.

MILF hunter🤷🏽‍♀️

Being a single mom is not for the weak, causing you to sometimes be more dominant with the people around you.

He just loves when you put him into him place, calming him down from his prideful behavior

Acting like a careless and heartbreaking playboy? Nah, not around your watch.

"So good, you feel so good", eita commented, dick silding in and out of your squeezed together thighs. "Mhm? think you deserve to be inside of me?", you inquired in a teasing manner, smirk adoring your lips at his ragged breathing.

He didn't say anything, already knowing the answer. "That's what I thought. Next time, you better not act out of line again, hm?"

Even though he was on top of you, you were the one in control. Always.

He nodded, completely falling under our spell, enjoying the feeling of your plush thighs around his aroused length.

ᵃˡˡ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ k-azus.°

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[pinoyrella]

"Car's Outside" Blue Lock (Various) x Y/n

Various Blue Lock Characters x You

Genre: Angst, Comfort

Tw: Kisses + Pregnancy in one of the stories.

Featuring: 1. Oliver Aiku, Itoshi Sae, Michael Kaiser 2. Bachira Meguru, Otoya Eita, Shidou Ryusei 3. Itoshi Rin, Chigiri Hyoma, Aryu Jyubei 4. Kunigami Rensuke, Barou Shoei, Tsurugi Zantetsu 5. Nagi Seishiro, Hiori Yo, Nito Ikki 6. Mikage Reo, Yukimiya Kenyu, Karasu Tabito 7. Isagi Yoichi

( Note: Post Blue Lock, time skipped to when they're all adult pros'. )

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ now playing: car's outside - james arthur 0:01 ❍─────── 4:08 ↻ ⊲ Ⅱ ⊳ ↺ Volume: ······· 100%

"I'm packin' my bags that I didn't unpack the last time. I'm sayin', "See you again, " so many times, it's becoming my tagline"

Laying on the couch, you wake up. You realized you had fallen asleep waiting for your boyfriend's arrival from a trip the previous night. You feel there’s a thick layer resting on you, a blanket. You don’t remember bringing this here. Shifting, you turn your head to face the doorway of your home and notice a familiar pair of shoes neatly placed on the doormat, a suitcase right beside it.

As you process, you hear the sound of fumbling. Gently rising from your space, you wrap the blanket around you as you rise up. You see your boyfriend from the hallway, he makes his way to you. Holding you into a warm embrace “Good morning my love.” he says as he presses his lips against yours so tenderly. 

You fall into the kiss as you wrap the blanket around you to him, embracing him back tightly. You break from the kiss, muffling your head in his chest. “I missed you so much. When did you get home?” Your sleepy state grumbles. He chuckles before giving you a kiss on the forehead. “Like 20 minutes ago.” He replies as you breathe his warmth in. “You were supposed to be home last night…” You grumble. “I know, I tried to call you to let you know the flight got delayed.” He motions towards your phone that lays on the coffee table. You follow his motion before dropping your head into his chest again. “I fell asleep..” “I know.” He responds while playing with your bed head. Occasionally leaving small kisses on top. He holds you as he never wants to let you go.

You both stay that wait for a while, before you speak up. “What time is it?” “It’s almost time for me to go.” You pull away from his chest, hugging him tighter as you look up. He swears he felt a tear in his heart as he looked into your eyes. They were sad, but understanding. 

He had mentioned to you his schedule a while back, he had another flight planned the following day after yesterday. The life of an athlete is one that must always be on their feet, literally. 

“I’m going to miss you again.” “I’m going to miss you more.” 

You both pull away from the hug, feeling the coldness of the room reach around you. Walking with him towards the front door, prepping the suitcase handle for him as he puts his shoes on. “You didn’t even get a chance to unpack again, did you?” You play with the handle waiting for his response. “Unfortunately” He chuckles lowly before standing to your height. You keep your focus on the luggage handle, feeling his rough yet soft hands reach for your chin, pulling your focus to him. 

“See you again.” He gives one final kiss that felt like a promise as he leaves once again

Aiku Oliver + Sae Itoshi + Michael Kaiser

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"But you know the truth, I'd rather hold you. Than try to catch this flight"

“You’re leaving again?” You cry playfully to your boyfriend, earning a chuckle from him. “You think this is funny?” You cross your arms and turn away from him in a huff, obviously joking around. You hear him take a step closer, and in retaliation you take a step further.

“Baby don’t be like that, not before I have to leave-leave!” He whines, just wanting to hold you before he has to go. Referring to ‘leave’ twice since you both have been at this playful banter for the past thirty minutes.

“I see you rather play with big balls than stay with me.” “Don’t say it like that!” “You like being around sweaty men in lockers all the time rather than being with me.” “That’s so nasty! I'd rather be in our shower with you!” “You'd rather catch that flight than catch these hands.” You joke holding your fists up mimicking Chun-Li, before turning away with your arms crossed yet again, holding back your laughter. 

He laughs as you keep silent, and again as he steps closer-you step further. “Baby!” You try not to give in, a small smirk creeping across your lips, trying your absolute best to bite back the laugh that is threatening to let loose- though, he can’t see it. Your relationship with him has always been so joyful, it always has some sort of occurrence that has you laughing like a little kid again, that giddy and carefree feeling he gives you. “Just one kiss before I go please!” Ignored, again. God you were so petty, but in a kidding way.

“If I don’t kiss you, then you can’t go.” Keeping your eyes shut and away from him. 

And before you know it, you feel a presence right in front of you. Opening your eyes, you start to see your boyfriend right in front of you. “How did you-” Before you can finish, he crashes his lips onto you as he wraps his arms in a death grip around you. “Mmf Mmf!” You try to say his name but his lips are stuck on yours. Feeling his tongue lick your bottom lip, you gasp in surprise. Ultimately giving in, kissing him back because no matter how long you ‘argue’ with him, you will always give him a sign of affection before he leaves. 

Feeling yourself lose balance, you brace yourself for the fall. Only to feel the soft cushion of your shared bed. You forgot you were in your room, his actions always makes you feel like you’re on cloud nine.

Only then when you both fall, the kiss breaks. You both huff, sharing the same red on your cheeks. Before you have the chance to speak, your boyfriend’s tight death grip loosens, but not fully detaching himself from you. He holds you tenderly, shoving his face into the crook of your neck. “You know the truth, I’d rather hold you. Then catch this flight.”

Meguru Bachira + Eita Otoya + Ryusei Shidou

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"So many things I'd rather say But for now, it's goodbye."

You’re almost done finishing up the bento you have in front of you, it’s for your boyfriend. He has yet another away game, so you had decided to prepare his favorite dish for him to take with him on his travels, as well as a little good luck. 

Humming to yourself, you are lost in your thoughts before you feel warmth pressed against you from behind. Familiar arms wrap their way around your waist, while feeling the tickle of his breath against the nape of your neck. You giggle as you close the lid of the bento, wrapping it precisely before grabbing it and turning in your spot. You hold it up to your boyfriend’s face, but all he does is look at it. Before freeing one arm from your waist, only to gently take it from you and place it to your side on the counter. You watch before you feel him lift you. Now it was your turn to be placed on the counter. The sudden action startles you as you wrap your arms around his neck quickly as support

“Don’t wanna say goodbye.” He says as he looks into your eyes. You stare back into his, a beautiful sea, so deep and calm. You swear you can get lost in them for hours, and little do you know he can say the same about yours. 

Cupping his face, he immediately softens into your palms “Then what do you wanna say?”

He stays silent as you stare. Your boyfriend is so pretty, god he is so fucking pretty. 

“Anything but goodbye.” He replies. You lean yourself forward, pressing your lips against his. He melts and kisses you back. He wants to stay like this, you want to stay like this. It is as if time has stopped itself, just to watch two souls share their moment in peace.

Pulling away from the kiss, you hear a small whine coming from the bigger man. “C’mon.” He grumbles before hiding his face into your neck again. You sigh, bringing your arms around him one last time, giving him a final squeeze. 

Separating, the lone and cold feeling lingers, though you don’t say anything. Taking the bento into your hands, you bring it up to your boyfriend again. “Good luck” He feels his heart swell to your soft smile, finally accepting it with a gentle kiss to your soft cheek. “Good bye”.

Rin Itoshi + Hyoma Chigiri + Jyubei Aryu

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"I'm starin' at the same four walls in a different hotel It's an unfamiliar feelin' but I know it so well."

He makes his way into a room, setting his suitcase to the side as he examines the space. The travel from Japan was so long and tiring, and all he wants to do in this moment is to lie in bed next to you. He misses you already.

Removing his shoes and coat, he plops into the bed in front of him, it’s the same size as the one he shares with you back home, but it feels so much bigger.

He didn’t expect his dream to be so fulfilling, yet so lonely. He misses you. He needs you.

This is a constant for him, this is his job. His dream, he needs to remember. But what is his dream without you?

Reaching for his pocket, he pulls out his phone and quickly dials for you. A few rings in, and you pick up. "Hello?" "Hey baby" He replies.

On the other end, you can't help but smile. "You miss me already huh?" You tease. "The bed is too big." He confesses as he stairs at the sealing, letting the four walls of the hotel take into his vision. He doesn't know why he feels this way, he knows this is how it always is everytime he leaves. "Wish you were with me."

Rensuke Kunigami + Shoei Barou + Zantetsu Tsurugi

-

"Oh, but you know the truth, I'd rather hold you Than this mobile in my hand."

As his team celebrates their victory, he has been awfully quiet. Sat in between his teammates with his phone in hand, though none dare to bother. The sound of laughter and chattering filters out at his focus is solely on his phone, like this object is his whole world.

And in a way, it is.

His messages app opened, you were on the other end. He has been messaging you nonstop while this celebration goes on, not caring about it at all. Like every away match, you were always the first one he would contact.

What went on of texting back and forth, he can't stand this anymore. Gripping the stupid device in his hands, isn't the same as holding onto you. And surely, the text on the screen is not enough, he needs to hear your voice. He excuses himself from his team before stepping out of the venue. He leans from the balcony as he quickly dials you.

Not even after a single ring, you pick up. Almost like you felt the exact same way. You miss each other- so much.

"I rather have you in my hands rather than this stupid phone." He says on the other end, earning a chuckle from you. His heart begins to race. "I miss you too."

Seishiro Nagi + Yo Hiori + Ikki Niko

-

"But I guess it'll do, 'cause for you I would run up my phone bill."

It has been hours since this call has started, you begin to worry as you check how long this ongoing call has been going for. Your silence is immediately picked up by your boyfriend on the other end.

"My dove, why so quiet?" He asks you gently with a hint of worry.

"It's just, you're in a different country right now and.. oversea calls are so expensive" You tell him. There is a moment of more silence, almost like there is a lag before you hear a small laugh.

"Whatever the price, doesn't matter. As long as I can have you with me- no matter what way." He tells you with a calm tone, a sense of reassurance for your thoughts. "Even if it's through the phone?" You ask.

"For you, not only would I run across a million fields- I would run up the phone bill." Your worries leave you as you let a giggle out from his cheesy line. No man before has ever made you feel the way he has, he makes you feel so loved, cared for and secured.

Reo Mikage + Kenyu Yukimiya + Karasu Tabito

-

Isagi steps out from the lobby of his hotel, needing a walk in order to cool down his thoughts. Walking through the streets of Berlin, Germany- the same city and country he had left off to when he was much younger for Bastard München. He's back for training again, this time for the FIFA World Cup. And it had been an hour since his arrival.

The flight from Japan felt longer than it had been back then, only because he can't help but replay the scene he had with you before he left.

The bright city lights shine as his eyes begin to swell, he can't help but replay each memory in which he had to leave you.

"Hey, remember the letter I told you I got in the mail?" Your boyfriend asks you. Taking your attention off from your workbook, you turn to him. "The one about the soccer jail?" You joke. "It's NOT a soccer jail." You can't help but giggle at how defensive he got, his face flushing red of embarrassment for falling into your taunt. "So.. are you going to do it?" You ask him, your eyes returning back to your highshool workbook. "I have been debating.." "About?" "Going" You stop your work before meeting his eyes. Isagi straightens up from your gaze, though what is always so beautiful- there is something behind it that intimidates him this once. "What's stopping you?" There is a moment of silence before he speaks. "I would have to leave for a long time, leave you for a long time." It was your turn to straighten your posture. "If it is for your dreams, then do it. You know I'll always be here."

He feels his mouth begin to dry, it feels hoarse almost as another memory plays.

"Yoichi!" Isagi's eyes widen, he had just arrived home from Blue Lock- and hadn't expect to see you at his house. "So, how was it?" You ask him playfully before he drops his bags, running to engulf you with embrace. You giggle as he spins you. He gently places you down, holding you close in his embrace. You hold him tightly, eyes shut enjoying this moment. You've missed him, a whole lot actually. You both lay in bed; spending hours updating each other on your lives for it has been so long. The conversation, the feeling, the laughter- nothing has changed. Before the sound of sniffling is heard. Quickly, you turn your head to see your boyfriend crying beside you. "Hey, hey. Yoichi?" You hold him closer to you as you wipe his tears with the ends of you sleeves. "I have to leave again." He refuses to look at you, almost in regret. "I made it into the top and- they are sending us off to train in Europe. I have to leave you again. I'm sorry Y/n-" Before he can finish, you cup his wet cheeks, bringing him into a loving kiss. "I told you I'll always be here."

You have always supported him, even after years and years. So why is he crying?

"Y/n, I have to go leave again." Isagi says, refusing to look at you. All you can do is sit on your shared bed calmly as you process his words. You were aware that your fiance's career revolves so much around traveling internationally and being away for some time, but just this once you hoped he would stay. It starts getting overwhelming for you too. No words were said as tension in the room begins to rise. Isagi still refuses to look at you. The silence in the room is almost suffocating, yet he refuses to speak again. "You're always leaving." Is all you can say before tears begin to cascade. Only then, Isagi turns to look at you- watching his heart and entire world shred into pieces. He has never seen you cry about him leaving.

He makes his way back to his hotel, only to be picked up in a car.

-

You lay alone in the shared bed of the apartment you and Isagi bought when you two became enagaged. The silence making it unbearable to sleep. It feels so cold and lonely, you despise it.

As you lay in bed, you replay the memory you had with Isagi before he left for Germany two days ago. You knew the FIFA World Cup was approaching, and that was the most important time of his career. You didn't mean to cry in front of him, you felt almost selfish asking him to stay at such a time. But, in such a time, you need him the most.

You hadn't told him yet, but a recent test had shown you positive for pregnancy. Afraid of how he would react, you thought to keep it to yourself for just a little longer as you process this news for you. Though, as it starts to eat at you, all you can do is yearn for the man you love to be by your side.

You lay a little longer, your eyes closed before the sound of your stomach grumbles. An annoyed sigh leaves your lips. Deciding not to sleep after all, you rise up gently- sliding into slippers as you walk through the spacious apartment towards the kitchen.

Fixing yourself some kintsuba and a fresh, warm batch of tea; you settle into your living room. Just as you are about to take your first bite, the sound of the doorknob clicks. You gaze turns to the front door, and there you see your fiance stand as he catches his breath.

Your eyes widen in shock before he makes his way to you.

"Yoichi- what are you doing here? You're supposed to be in Germany, you just left-" Before you can finish your sentence, his lips are locked with yours as he holds you close to him. The kiss holds so much passion, love and yearn until you both break from the kiss.

"I'm sorry for leaving you, I don't want to leave you anymore. I'm tired from having to love you from a far. I'm not going back to Germany, unless you pack your bags. Let's go together."

Realization hits you, he's here. He's really here. All you can do it let your emotions get the best of you, before sobbing into his arms. He holds you close to him, before you confess.

"I'm pregnant."

A moment of silence is shared between you too. The silence almost filling with anxiety before the sound of sniffling is heard. You look up only to watch Isagi sob into you, similar to when he had when he first had to leave for Germany.

This time, he cups your face, pulling you into a deep kiss. Before going to his knees, reaching where your belly is.

He gently places his hands on your hips, before kissing your belly.

"You're coming with me."

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ A/N: A bit long, my apologies. Also not proofread, again another apology. At first I felt the need to write something short and comforting in order to cope with how I'm feeling currently, but it turned out really long hehehe.. I hope you enjoyed! I love this song.

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[lonelystarrs]

English Jewel

Everything was going great for Reo -he got his treasure back and playing with him in England together like they promised. He had Nagi all to himself again -until you came along, Nagi’s English Jewel. Nagi had no experience in relationships or girls so Reo thought until he crashed at your place after a night out.

Blue Lock Nagi Seishiro x FemReader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI aged up 20+ reo & nagi three years into Manshine contract in England • Handjobs (male receiving) • smut • fluff •

Nagi had no idea moving to England would change his life as drastically as it did. Packing was a hassle, moving into new accommodation was a bother, adjusting to new time zones was a drag. But it was all worth it for his pursuit in soccer, he’d never felt so enthusiastic for something in his life.. He enjoyed the company too, not feeling so abandoned by his parents anymore.

Reo was happy because their promise was kept, Nagi’s enthusiasm for soccer had intensified and playing alongside his treasure was all Reo could have dreamed of happening at this point.

It was all finally going his way, 3 years into their contract with Manshine taking the boys into their early 20’s.

It was great for both, not so much for Reo when Nagi met you.

Yeah, when Reo’s little treasure met his own thing to awe at, that being you who adopted the title of Seishiro’s little English jewel.

Reo thought it would fizzle out quickly because Nagi had no experience with girls or relationships, it would all be too much of a bother because relationships required effort and consistency. Something Nagi struggled with on a daily basis for basic life functions for himself, let alone another.

He didn’t like his spare time taken up, he wanted time to play video games, watch videos and just play soccer so that left him short on time for himself. Why would he waste more time on a girl, especially when he was soaring in his career so early on?

Nagi never took interest in anyone back in Japan, unless they were a virtual being on his screen he found no interest in real things. -oh maybe Choki, who he actually brought over to England with him.

Nagi only bothered with things that sparked him, that made him want to put effort in.

Unfortunately for Reo, into you his friend was. Scarily so for someone who had no experience in relationships.

“What do boyfriends do, Reo?”

“What are girls laughing about when they say guys can’t find it?”

“Uh, have you had sex yet Reo?”

Nagi wasn’t just a virgin in a sexual sense, but a complete virgin when it came to relationships in general. Nagi being Nagi though started acing everything without much effort, quickly becoming a great boyfriend like it was second nature. But how he had got to his 20’s without so much as even kissing a girl Reo didn’t understand.

So how did Reo end up in this situation now? Nagi going from a questioning virgin and asking him for advice a few months ago to listening to you almost bullying his friend sexually and Nagi enjoying it. Reo was pretending to be asleep on the giant sofa across from you guys from a night out, after a successful soccer win for their team.

You had turned up to the celebration party after, Nagi invited you without even saying anything.

Drinks were had until drunk and both boys ending up back at your place, you offered because it was closest and happy to accommodate. Reo not expecting to pull up to some fancy, huge English estate.

“S-shit pretty. It feels good.”

“Shhh, Sei you’re gonna wake up Reo.”

The sound was unmistakable coming from across the room, Nagi’s little pants and groans, you cooing in his ear to encourage him.

Your hand pressed into his hair, nibbling on his ear and using your tongue on his neck. Nagi’s face was buried into your neck, groaning as he rolled his hips, hard cock pressing against you through both your clothes.

“Wanna feel you, can I just put it in now?”

“Nagi don’t say it like that and Reo is there -no!”

“What a drag,”

He sighed heavily in frustration biting at him, his cock resting hard against his joggers, tip leaky and throbbing. You were caged under him on the sofa, after crashing here and squishing you under him Nagi awoke a few hours later and started to grind on you eventually waking you up. Bed humping had become something of a thing for him over the years, it was comfy, warm and he barely had to move -but having you under him now changed that dramatically. Humping you was much preferred.

He’d been chasing for release but couldn’t get it like this, it was becoming painful behind his joggers and he was sure he’d leaked through them at this point. He was sweaty and bothered, frustrated on not finding that high he was seeking.

He leaned onto one arm to pull his shirt up, holding the hem between his teeth to keep it out the way, then reaching back down and pull his joggers down to release his cock, slapping against his abdomen he sighed in relief at the cool air hitting it.

He muffled a little groan from the shirt in his mouth, eyes closing before meeting yours again. You laughed and pulled the material from his mouth tucking it into the collar to stay up.

“Can you get it wet for me Sei~?” You sang

“You just said no, so not really.”

You rolled your eyes flicking his forehead.

“Stop being spoilt. Use your head you genius.”

Nagi sighed, mumbling under his breath before he leaned back, gathering enough spit on his tongue before releasing it to land on his dick. He looked up to you as you smirked and reached out, his stomach clenching and dick flexing in your hand as a surprised groan left him.

“S’sensitive be nice,” he whined at you before leaning forward again planting his elbows either side of your head to hover over you, caging you under him again. Snowy white hair falling framing his face as he looked down at you, the dull light from the loom was breaking through one of the curtains and he could just see you.

“Move your hips Nagi.”

“Huh?”

“Like you’re fucking me, use my hand.”

“You’re not gonna do it for me? What a hassle.”

You snorted a laugh before running your hand over his tip, smearing the precum and spit over the head causing his hips jolted forward and an airy moan left him.

“Ngh -yeah like that pretty, d-don’t stop.”

“You’re so long Sei, you’re not gonna fit in me.”

You rolled your hand down feeling the length of him, pulling the skin down and back over his head before setting a pace. His hips started to move sloppily to chase you and his high, his mouth ajar as little pants of breath left him.

You could see in the darkness the pink tint over his nose and cheeks, his eyes half hooded and glazed as you took him to a place he’d not quite been before. The frustration finally feeling like it was breaking as he fucked into your hand, the way his hips rolled had you moaning into his neck with your tongue against his skin.

“I’m gonna- pretty I think I’m-“

“You gonna cum Sei?” He nodded his head, dropping his face to bury in your neck his weight preventing you from keeping your pace and stroking his cock, he flexed in your hand as he took it upon himself to get to the finish line. His hands gripped the cushions above you as he set a brutal pace you didn’t know Nagi had in him. He was actually pressing you into the sofa as he started rutting with his hips aggressively, it caught you by surprise compared to his usual lazy attitude and movement. God if he was gonna fuck you like that you’d melt under him, he was so needy and desperate yet held this air of dominance about him that lay beneath it all.

“Grip it tighter,”

Rolling his hips as his wet dick fucked into your hand, grip tightened from the space of his stomach and yours sandwiching him.

“Shitshit- cummin’ pretty, I’m cumming.”

He hardened in your hand, groaning against your neck as his hips stuttered forward his stomach twitching as he tried to keep thrusting, the spasms went through his body as he spilled onto your hand and stomach.

“Such a good boy Nagi~”

He moaned against you as your hand moved, using his cum to aid your stroking and a whiny moan left him.

“N-No don’t, s’sensitve. Don’t be mean- Hah- pretty please don-“

Your other hand ran through hair as he went to try pull away from you, his hips rising but your hand gripped in his hair stopping him from pulling away.

“Sorry Sei, m’not done.”

Another whiny moan left him as you focused your palm on his head rolling it over, wet with cum and spit he struggled to keep still, hips rolling uncontrollably as you kept up a pace.

His eyes widened as he looked down to watch your hand, drool leaving the side of his mouth as he left it ajar slightly, he watched your hand coated in his cum and using it to drive him into overstimulation.

“Feels like m’gonna cum again,”

“Yeah?”

He nodded dumbly, as his body started to protest on its own against you over stimulating him. He bucked, rolled and twitched his hips, doing anything he could but unable to pull away at the same time. It was torture but feeling so close to cumming again was making him push through it, just about.

“Ye- pretty I’m gonna-“

Nagi didn’t finish, he groaned so loudly you had to clamp your hand that was in his hair across his mouth. His eyes rolled back as he recoiled his body but you didn’t release him, hands digging into the sofa either side of your hips shooting another load up as his hips moved for you, his thrusting was sloppy and stuttered.

He pulled your hand away before leaning back over you, his arms shaking slightly as he panted through his nose above you.

You removed your hand and rose it to your mouth, tongue leaving to let him watch you clean your hand up. Nagi’s eyes were blown watching you clean his cum from your hands as the buzz vibrates through his body, his cock still hard and twitching at what he just went through. His body was humming and he suddenly felt exhausted as his high left him.

He looked down at the mess on both your stomachs and sighed.

“S’messy, what a hassle.”

You shrugged and followed his eyes.

“Get up, we’ll go shower.”

Nagi groaned again and slumped forward onto you, the warm sticky mess between you made your nose scrunch at the feel of it.

“Get up fatty!” You hissed, still whispering as to not try to wake Reo.

“M’not fat.” Nagi pouted in a whiny tone “-take that back.”

Unknown to you both Reo was laying flat on his back staring at the ceiling with wide eyes, a raging hard on resting against his stomach and trying to not make a move hoping you’d both still think he was asleep.

That was the last fucking time he was crashing anywhere with you both.

© pharix 2023 permission is not given to repost, translate or post anywhere else.

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[your-local-baguette]

Flowers ?....for me ? Thank you!

Blue lock version

Characters: rin itoshi, sae itoshi, Ness alexis, Isagi yoichi, Bachira meguru.

Not proofread!

Itoshi rin

Would definitely be shy!

I feel like he'd give you roses and orchids in a bouquet

He'd hand it to you while looking away because no he totally isn't blushing, he doesn't know what you're talking about

He did a little research for flowers, since it was his first with you as his lover, he wanted it to be the best

Itoshi sae

He was very careful with his choice of flowers but he did trust the florist for hia choice.

He chose amaryllis and Camellias, these flowers mean deep love and beauty and all sort of cheesy stuff like that.

It was a very beautiful bouquet, while he handed it to you with a straight face, he was all giddy inside.

He treated you like the goddess you are on valentine

Ness alexis

Also treats you like a dam goddess lol

He'd give you probably gladiolus and blue iris. Those flowers mean hope and faithfulness

A very ness kinda thing, he'd treat you to whatever you wanted, he was such a sweetheart like always.

It was the best valentines you could ever ask for

Isagi yoichi

Yoichi would so give you marigolds and red irises. They mean derp passion and positive emotions

A yoichi thing lol, i feel like with yoichi Valentine's is more..relax but it's still full of love and affection

Your his only focus today, wether you want to go out or stay inside, he got it all prepared

You enjoyed it until midnight

Bachira meguru

Geraniums and orange lilies are a bachira thing because they mean confidence and silliness/ joy

He'd give them to you with such a big smile on his face, he'd take you around the city to have fun

Meguru would do anything just to see you smile, even if it means tickle attacks in public....

Short and sweet! Hope you enjoyed~

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[fyodorloveclub]

.˳⁺⁎˚ LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND CONFESS YOUR LUST

✧ pairing: brother!bachira x little sister!reader

✧ warnings: dark content, (i)ncest, minors DNI. exhibitionism, risky places, dubcon, vaginal sex, creampie. characters aged up, both reader and bachira are in their 20's

✧ notes: my entry for the lovely @killsaki's family ties collab!! also my first time writing for blue lock!! much more to come hehe likes and rbs very much appreciated :)

✧ word count: 1.7k

dark content disclaimer: this is entirely fiction with absolutely no reflection of reality! i do not condone this nor any other dc i write, pls just block or unfollow if you don't like it, and do NOT report or leave hate comments please!

“Meguru, this is not a good id-” your hushed words were cut off as Bachira pressed his hungry lips against yours, forcing your back against the unfamiliar mattress.

As much as you tried to protest, you couldn’t help but melt into your brother’s touch, shoulders relaxing as you threw your arms around his neck and finally reciprocated his kiss. Bachira wastes no time, using his knee to spread your legs open, and rub his toned thigh against your core. You got lost in the pleasure briefly, letting out the tiniest of moans before you heard a thump downstairs, gasping as you pushed Bachira away from you.

“This is so fucking stupid,” you whispered again, leaning your head against your brother’s chest, still searching for his comfort even in moments like this where you wanted to wring his neck.

Bachira refused to quit, pushing you back against the pillows so he could mouth at your neck, freeing one of his hands to massage you over your panties.

“You act like you hate it, but you still get so wet from me,” Bachira taunted, the signature singsong nature of his voice matching the stupid grin on his face.

All you could do is groan – he was right. It didn’t matter that he had manhandled you all the way up the stairs of your house to throw you into your parent’s bed in hopes of humiliating you, your panties were still soaked from the thought of your brother’s hands on you.

This was all because you had asked him to chill out, at least a little bit. Bachira had always had a thing for exhibitionism and risky places, absolutely loved the high he got from almost getting caught balls deep into his little sister. But he had started to get a little too risky.

Your and Bachira’s relationship had started out pretty innocently – at least as innocent as sexually pursuing your brother could be, anyway. It all began a few months ago when you had let yourself into Meguru’s room to give him his laundry, only to find him shooting white spurts into his fist as he moaned your name. Your name. He invited you in, amber eyes full of mirth, to come help him clean up the mess with your mouth.

First, it was just blowjobs and fingering in the darkness of your bedrooms with the door locked. You were a virgin, so it was okay for your big brother to be three fingers deep into your cunt as he mouthed at your clit, he was just showing you how your future lovers ought to treat you!

But you never thought you’d go further than that, never thought you’d have real sex. Until you did. Shitfaced after a party thrown for a big win for Bachira’s soccer team, he quietly led you to an empty bedroom and laid you down, jumping at the opportunity to slide right into your unresisting pussy. And even though you were drunk and more easily influenced than normal, you didn’t put up a fight – you even found yourself moaning for more, more, more.

Once that line was crossed there was no going back. You fucked whenever Bachira pleased, and wherever Bachira pleased. On a bench in the locker room, in between stacks of books at your university library, behind trees in public parks. But his favorite places were anywhere in your house, specifically when your parents were home. Bachira liked bending you over the kitchen counter in the middle of the night as your parents slept soundly upstairs, shoving his cock down your throat while the two of you were “washing up” for dinner, and fingering you under the blankets as you all watched TV together in the living room. There was no surface in that house the two of you hadn’t fucked on.

The thrill of not just anyone, but your parents finding out the two of you were fucking excited Bachira so much he could almost cum untouched. He was getting too reckless, though. There were only so many excuses as to why grown siblings constantly slept in each other’s beds and shared blankets, and it didn’t help that he was always hanging all over you. Brothers don’t spoon their sisters from the back and kiss their necks as they cook breakfast.

So you gently approached Bachira, and put it in the most gentle words possible to ask him if he could tone it down just a little bit. You weren’t proposing an end to your activities, just to slow down – and keep it in more private areas. Bachira didn’t take it well.

And that’s how you found yourself in the sheets of your parents’ bed right after they had left for work, mattress still warm from where their forms had been resting not too long prior. You knew it was futile to try and resist Bachira when he got like this, when his eyes went wide and his pupils blew as he narrowed his eyebrows, setting his sights on you – his prey.

He wouldn’t listen as you tried to tell him how bad of an idea it was.

“You know Mom always forgets shit and has to come back,” you whined as he grabbed your wrists and kissed your neck. “And I’m almost positive that’s her house key on the dresser, ‘Guru.” You shuddered at the thought of your innocent mother walking into her own bedroom just to grab her key only to find her son rutting desperately into her daughter.

“That’s what makes this fun,” Bachira giggled, biting your throat.

His face was partially obscured by his morning-mussed fringe as he leaned back to yank your sleep shorts off, but you could still see his smirk that had yet to melt away.

“God, you’re so fucking wet, love,” he groaned, running his fingers up and down your slit. “About to make such a mess all over Mom and Dad’s sheets.” You just hid your face in your hands.

You almost lost all your inhibitions as Bachira spread your legs with his rough palms to spit on your pussy and run the flat of his tongue from your clit to your hole, the lewd sounds of his saliva and your slick almost drowning out the anxious thoughts that rang in your ear. The bedroom door was open.

His tongue swirled around and flicked at your throbbing clit as he slid two fingers knuckle deep into your hole, curling and pumping in the exact ways he knew would make you come undone. Bachira had you and your body memorized by heart, and he weaponized that knowledge.

But everything was forgotten as he sunk his thick cock inside you, crying out as he stretched you open, both hands fisting the sheets. You almost drooled at the sight of his toned, muscly athlete body flexing as he thrusted into you quick but methodically.

The yellow tufts of hair at the base of his neck curled up at the ends as they were drenched in his sweat, chest heaving as he fucked into you with primal hunger and desire. You could tell the excitement of fucking in your parents’ bed was driving Bachira absolutely wild, his cock throbbing inside you.

“A-ahh, Meguru, feels so fucking g-good,” you whined, unable to deny the pleasure overwhelming your body as his cock rubbed against your sweet spot and kissed your cervix with every thrust.

Bachira only grinned at the praise. “Want more, baby?” Your frantic nod was all he needed.

Suddenly he was flipping you over, pressing your face into the pillow as he pushed back into your sopping wet cunt, marveling at the thick layer of cream that coated his cock. His hand intertwined with yours, squeezing your fingers as he fucked you deep into the mattress. With this position, presenting your ass for him like this, he can see the exact way your hole struggled to stretch around his length, the ring pulsing as it tugged with every thrust in and out. It was nicer for you too, being unable to see the bedroom door wide open, a disgusting reminder of what could be found out.

“Can’t last much longer like this, darlin’,” Bachira groaned into your ear, biting the lobe. “Not when you’re taking me so good like this.” You could only whine in response, your fingers tightening around his own. “Can I come inside you? You’ve never let me before, would love to see what it’s like.” You couldn’t see him, but you could hear the devilish smirk in his voice. Yet again, words had failed you, nodding into the pillow.

Bachira’s pace impossibly quickened as he chased the tightening feeling in his gut, leaving you gasping for air as his bony hips slammed into your ass over and over. His body stuttered and he gasped as he came, coating your walls with cum as he groaned into your ear. The second he pulled out you could feel it gushing out of your hole, dripping down your thighs and pooling onto the sheets. You hoped your parents either wouldn’t notice or wouldn’t question why you had decided to strip their bed and wash their sheets for them.

You leaned into your brother’s grasp as he gathered you into his arms, pressing your head against his warm chest. His fingertips danced up and down your back, pressing a kiss into your mussed hair.

“Love you so, so much, Meguru,” you sighed, kissing his chest.

“Love you too, darling. This is what happens though when you try to push me away,” he cooed, a slight edge to his voice.

“I know. I won’t do it again, I promise. I love you.” Your words were garbled as fatigue consumed you. Surely your parents wouldn’t mind the two of you napping in their bed together?

Bachira only smirked as he eyed the forgotten house key on your mother’s dresser, knowing the two of you didn’t have much longer to get decent and get the hell out of there. But that’s just the way he liked it.

#bachira x reader #blue lock x reader #bachira smut #blue lock smut #bllk x reader #bllk smut #bllk fanfic

[nerdiel-has-no-braincells]

BLLK Boys As Dads

How I imagine them as dads ft. Isagi, Nagi, Chigiri, & Rin. Reader is fem/gn due to giving birth. All characters are adults.

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Isagi

When your child was born, Isagi was incredibly nervous holding the baby for the first time, scared he was going to drop him/her

Once he got the hang of holding them, he refused to give them back. That’s his baby

Literally the cutest and biggest smile on his face when he’s holding his baby

Stays at the hospital except to go to practice. If he has to go out of the country for games, he video chats with you to see you and your son/daughter

Has taken a million pictures and shows off your new baby to his teammates. They’re sick of it to be honest, especially Rin.

Once you come home, he lets you rest while you’re healing and takes care of the baby. Poor guy tells you to go back to sleep when the baby wakes up.

“Ichi, you have practice in a couple of hours. You need to sleep. I’ll get her/him so you can rest.” “(Y/N), you’re still healing after giving birth. I got it.” Kisses your forehead and ignores your pleas to come back to bed and sleep.

Poor guy almost passes out during practice

While your child grows, you bring them to games in the country while you’re both wearing Isagi’s jersey

His heart absolutely melts seeing you both in the crowd and plays better than he ever had

Once the game is over, he runs straight to you, giving you a sweaty hug

Your son/daughter immediately hugs Isagi while he’s holding them.

“Daddy you were so cool!!”

If Isagi was ice, he’d have melted completely

During times where he has to tell your child “no” and is told “I hate you daddy!” he absolutely is crushed

This poor man’s soul is leaving his body as he replays those words. Breaks down crying

“Yoichi it’s ok. She/he doesn’t actually hate you. They’re just upset and don’t know how to control their emotions.”

The only way to stop his crying is your child hugging him and apologizing. Tells him they love him

His lockscreen is of you and your child. He looks at it when he’s feeling dejected or frustrated to help cheer him up

Is there for some milestones. He was there when your child said their first word and their first steps. Your child took their first step the day Isagi came home from overseas.

They were standing against the coffee table and as soon as they saw Isagi come into the living room, they began walking to him. Fell halfway through and cried out of frustration

Isagi dropped his bag and scooped up your child while crying because he was able to witness such an important milestone

Once your child grows, they want to learn football to be like their dad and Isagi is more than happy to teach

Goes to as many games as he can when he’s not busy with his own games, but when he’s away for a game, he has you record it so he can watch it

Once again annoys his teammates with videos of their playing. Please help them

Nagi

He may not appear like he’s freaking out while you give birth, but he’s freaking out

Cries once your baby is born he’s so happy

Is also nervous holding your baby. He’s never held a baby much less been around one often

After being told how to hold them, you literally see the sparkles in his eyes as he lovingly looks down at your baby

Cries again

Will lay in bed with you while you’re feeding your baby just so he can be close

He’ll lovingly rub his finger on your baby’s head, commenting how soft they are and how much he loves you both

As soon as you come home, you both take turns getting up to feed and change the baby. Most likely than not, he will get up so you can rest and not over exert yourself since you’re still healing

When he comes home from practice, he immediately goes to your baby

You have plenty of pictures on your phone of Nagi sleeping with your baby napping on his chest, a hand holding them in place ❤️

He’s there for a couple of the milestones like first word and crawling, but he misses the first step, etc.

When you send him a video of the milestones he’s missed while he’s overseas, he’ll end up pouting and become grumpy, which he ends up taking it out during practice Please help Reo

While he’s gaming, your baby will be in his lap at all times

As your child grows, they want to play games with Nagi. Since they’re too little to play the games he has, he gives them a controller that isn’t plugged in or is dead and needs to be recharged

Nagi LOVES family naps. He’s going to nap? You and your child are coming with

Usually you’re still awake, watching the two of them sleep. Your child in between you and Nagi’s arm around your waist

Your child and Nagi look so much alike since they share his hair color and droopy eyes, but with your eye color.

Constantly sends pictures of you and your child to Reo. Reo is sick of him but not really because he’s so happy his bestie is happy

Of course you go to every one of Nagi’s games no matter if it’s overseas or at home

You both wear his jersey and cheer him on

Nagi may look indifferent to others, but if you knew him like his teammates do, you can see the sparkle in his eyes and the red tint on the tip of his ears as he sees you both in the stands

Plays better than he ever has. The coach literally begs you both to be there since you motivate Nagi to play his best

After games, he meets you in the stands and kisses you both on the head

After Nagi showers and meets up with you to go back home/to your hotel room, he carries your child on his shoulders, holding tight with one hand to keep them safe. His free hand is intertwined with yours

Unlike his parents, Nagi and you raise your child with a hands-on approach

Nagi is usually a sucker when it comes to his child, but during the times he has to be stern and his child says they hate him, he becomes dejected

Not even games can save him, the poor guy. Just sits there with YOU LOSE on his phone

Can only recover when your child apologizes and asks to play games with him

Once your child is old enough, they ask Nagi and Uncle Reo to teach them football

Reo teaches them the basics only to find that being a genius runs in the family. He’s really sick of this family

Reo always comes over after practice to help practice with your child because Nagi is too lazy tired after practice, but once he watches them play, he wants to join

Just like Isagi, he goes to every game he can, and when he’s away, he has you record the games for him to watch

Your child’s genius in football just grows

This child develops his father’s height and grows too fast as times goes by. You’re also sick of this family

Chigiri

Would honestly be calm during childbirth, helping to remind you breathe

Since he has an older sister, he knows that this is a time when you’re vulnerable so he compliments you and tells you how good you’re doing while peppering you with kisses

Once your child is born, he’s so excited to hold them. Literally hovers while the nurses are cleaning, measuring, weighing, etc. with his child

When the time came to hold your baby, his eyes shined with absolute adoration. Would have the biggest smile on his face as he looks at you

“Look (Y/N)! He/she has my hair! I hope he/she has your eyes.” Your chest swells with so much love that you start crying. Damn hormones going out of control

Chigiri is a very hands-on father, helping you when it came to feeding, diaper changing, naps, etc.

Absolutely adores his child

Constantly thanks you for bringing your child to this world. Tells you he loves you both all the time

During the time of the night when it’s Chigiri’s turn to wake up with your baby (You alternate between wake up times but sometimes Chigiri lets you sleep), he’ll lay down on the bed with your child on his chest after feeding and changing them and will fall asleep once his child sleeps

Let me tell you it’s a sight to wake up to, you can’t handle the cuteness. You take so many pictures

Once your baby’s eye color change, Chigiri is so happy that they share your eye color (a/n mine are blue-grey and the image is just too cute)

Literally made a onesie that has his team’s colors and his jersey number for your child to wear

Like with Isagi, you go to every one of Chigiri’s at home games. Seeing you both in the stands wearing his jersey fills him with so much love he runs faster than ever before, scoring the most goals

Once he wins the game, he dashes over to you, giving you a kiss and holding his child up while saying “Did you see (c/n)? Daddy’s team won!”

Your child just squeals with glee and for the first time says “Dada”

Let me tell you Chigiri starts weeping

Runs to his teammates with your child in his arms to tell them that your child said their first word

Unlike Nagi and Isagi, Chigiri doesn’t constantly show pictures of his child, but his lockscreen picture is of the three of you, Chigiri kissing the side of your head while he hugs you from behind, you smiling with blush powdering your cheeks, and your child with the biggest smile on their face His heart leaps with joy every time he sees it and he stares at his lockscreen ALL THE TIME

His teammates are earnestly interested in your baby’s progress as they grow

He’s there for ALL of the milestones after your child said their first word to him. He refuses to miss any of them

As your child grows, they resemble Chigiri more and more which means they got his beauty

Chigiri makes sure he does your child’s hair care (Not that he doesn’t trust you to, but because he loves doing it)

He also loves putting their hair up in different styles

Just like Chigiri, your child wants to grow their hair out and play football to be more like their dad

Literally his #1 fan, you’ve been bumped to 2nd

Chigiri is there for every game 👏🏻👏🏻 Literally argues with his coach to make sure he goes to the games since he doesn’t want to miss it. Sometimes the coach calls you crying and you have to force Chigiri to leave immediately after the game is over

“Hyoma, you HAVE to go. You can’t keep arriving late just to watch (c/n)‘s games. I can send you videos!” “It’s not the same (y/n)! I get my plays when you come to mine so I have to come.”

Honestly he makes a lot of sense

Will still pull the same crap all the time during football season His coach is crying

Rin

Internally freaking out during the whole process of labor and delivery. Help this poor man

But once he holds his son/daughter for the first time, everything just washes away as his heart is so full of love for you and your child

Constantly thanks you for bringing your child into this world

Just like Isagi, Rin will want you to rest and heal while he deals with everything from waking up multiple times a night to bathing your child so you can heal

He thought being a husband to the woman he loves was the best thing in his life but he found being a father surpassed that

He loves his son/daughter so much!!

Takes photos of him and your child and post them on social media to show off his baby Ignored and blocked all of the comments complimenting Rin on his looks and asking to be their baby daddy he don’t need that

Due to lack of sleep, he just becomes even more grumpy to his teammates (Sorry folks)

Literally resembles the devil

But as soon as he’s home, he hugs you while resting his head on your shoulder, just breathing you in and recharging his battery

With it at 50%, he went to his child to get the rest of his battery recharged

Like with the rest, he naps with your baby on his chest

It’s your lockscreen

His is you napping with your child in your arms in bed Twinsies

Has an identical lockscreen of you sleeping with your child sleeping in your arms right next to you on the bed

Secretly looks at it constantly and gets a huge smile on his face no matter where he is

He loves his little family so much

And just like with the others, you go to all of his games unless he’s overseas, both wearing his jersey

Rin’s heart swells up so much seeing you both in the front row (Like he didn’t give you those tickets to begin with) and he ends up crushing the opposite team

Is a literal demon on the field

Due to being overseas, he does miss some milestones but you send videos to him

He’ll video call you with a pout on his face which you end up laughing at. You assure him that you didn’t want him to miss any of the milestones so you send them to him so he can witness it

Argues that a video call would be better, but due to the time difference, he may either be at practice or in a game so he ends up accepting a video

As your child grows, you notice they have your hair color and Rin’s eyes, including the under eyelashes

Rin had grown a lot during his time in Blue Lock thanks to his rivalry with Isagi, so he’s careful to raise your child to not be like who he used to be

Let me tell you, your child is Rin’s #1 fan. But they’re also Uncle Saw’s which pisses Rin off to no end

They ask for Rin to teach them how to play football. Rin was super hesitant because what if they become like how he used to be?

Thankfully you’re there to calm him down and assure him that so long as he takes the time to teach the things he learned, it won’t happen

When your child starts to go to school, they literally brag that their father is Rin Itoshi

Of course they play football and Rin goes to every single game. He gets swarmed by fans every time, but he flat out tells them to leave him the fuck alone because he’s there to watch his son/daughter play

He’s your child’s #1 fan

Of course Sae also goes to games, which pisses Rin off. Sae loves your child and adores them to no end. He’s not going to let some bitter rivalry between brothers ruin his relationship with your child. And as much as it pisses him off, Rin won’t do anything to tarnish that relationship because honestly, he’s extremely happy that Sae is there for your child.

When your child sees both their parents and uncle at their games, they become so happy and end up playing their best

Rin cheers the loudest out of the crowd he’s so proud of his baby boy/girl

It fills your heart knowing that Rin loves his child and is so proud of them, making sure he praises their accomplishments and is there during the bad times with words of wisdom and praise

Begrudgingly invites Sae to every family function so your child can spend time with their favorite uncle

Once your child is old enough, he takes them with him to practice so he can show how professionals play

Instantly crushes on Isagi. The poor guy will end up facing Rin’s wrath please save him

Your child is also a genius when it comes to football, and will see some of the moves Rin and his teammates use and will end up copying them in their own game

Rin sees this and is worried as hell that they’ll end up developing the wrong kind of ego, much like what Rin started out with

Thank the stars they don’t thanks to Rin’s teachings

Of course the paparazzi are there and capture these moments

And let me tell you, as soon as Rin finds out they’ve been taking pictures of your child and publishing them, all hell will break loose. Forces Reo to end it all

After that, paparazzi was banned from the schools

Rin would go through the depths of hell for your child and he’s not afraid to show it

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If anyone likes this one and wants me too, I’ll make one for the other characters. I’m not confident in my writing just yet but my mind is constantly filled with hcs.

Blue Lock is owned by Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura

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[blueparadis]

hi!!could u write virgin!f reader and isagis first time??like their both super shy at first but reader keeps teasing isagi and he cant hold it in anymore :((

❝ 4:02 p.m.❞ + ISAGI YOICHI !

content warnings ! f-reader, virginity loss, mention of contraceptive pills,oral acts, sprinkle of fwb tropes, sub/dom dynamics, smut ; word count — 0.8k + thank you for being patient with me. Please accept my humble apologies for being so late to this.

The sun is shining brightly unlike the past few days. There is warmth in the breeze making the curtains of the room dance in a slow rhythm. who would say that it's an afternoon of the winter season? It is a weekend and you both are at home. It is unusual for both of you since he always spends this time outside to stay in control and not give in to his bodily urges.

But last week, on a truth and dare game Bachira asked Isagi to kiss you. And he did it like a gentleman. He kissed you and bailed the game. Everyone was aware of your relationship with him, but none knew how futile it was. It's just a phase, your heart echoed every time you thought there might be something more, something more to those flirts and make-outs.

Now, Isagi was seated on couch with a blanket near him, in case you need it as he claims. But it is quite the opposite. He needs it; to hide his bulge. He thinks maybe he dropped by your place at the wrong time, that maybe you are wearing his huge sweatshirt that he left a week ago and nothing else underneath, maybe you left the zip undone so that your cleavage was visible,

That maybe you just showered and cleaned yourself for him or maybe you were getting under his skin too much to control or maybe you wanted to do the deed. . . just like him. But you could not know that he was coming over. So, he thinks it is safe to say that he miscalculated your schedule horribly, pushing him into a perilous situation. He cannot leave the couch and masturbate in your bathroom, you would know right away and he saw bleak chances of having sex with you.

There were more than one problem if he were to fuck you. First, it would be his first time and second he didn't have condom on him. The movie was playing but his eyes were glued on you who seemed busy with in the kitchen. Probably black coffee,he thinks as he watches you roam.

Part of you wanted to test waters but part of you was too tensed, too shy to confess or rather ask for it. Isagi had been flirting with you for months now still he won't accept that he has a thing for you, even if his friends teased the hell out of him. but when your best friend, bachira texted that Isagi was coming over for a friendly visit, his discard sweatshirt was the only way to lure him to the den.

After finishing your coffee, you sit beside him taking his arm in yours so that you can lean into him. You could sense his stiffness but you weren't any better. Generally he was always the one to take the first step at situations like these. You titled your head placing a kiss on his arms and then pretending to watch whatever was playing on the screen.

Next thing you did took him by surprise. You sat on his lap with legs spread across his lap, bold step for you .His eyes flare in excitement before starting to press a trail of kisses against your neckline but when you release a soft moan against his mouth as he adjusts you on top of him, he knew he screwd up. You could feel his bulge pressing against your feminity.

Sure, Isagi has made out with you, finger fucked you , made you cum many a times but today's touch was different. He wanted to feel you, fuck you in all positions known to a man but he actually can't, he won't unless you ask for it.

But when you slowly started to glide your hips against his hard bulge, he didn't need any words to understand that you wanted him as much as he wanted you. He asks, “Condom?”, but was silenced when you supplied that you were on pills. He didn't ask why? but let it linger on his mind. It's not like you knew this would happen or maybe you did; he couldn't tell but now is definitely not the time to dwell.

He aligns his cock to your entrance, shaky breath and moans filling the room till you sit on him, sheathing his aching cock. At first it hurt but when his rough sweaty hands clamps around your love handles, firm enough to guide you it felt good; it felt euphoric.

Now your hands were rested on his shoulders while you were bobbing on his cock to reach your orgasm, you could sense it. Your lower belly feels all tingly and full.

“Fuuucck!”, you moan sharply letting out creaming on his cock, soaking his cock with your juices. As you slump against his chest, you feel his racing heartbeats almost matching with yours.

When Isagi's breathing relaxes a little, he removes that sweatshirt from your body saying, “baby, I'm not done yet.”, starting to make you fuck him again. This time he won't stop until he see his come coat all over your puffy pussy.

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@tokyometronetwork

#isagi smut #bllk smut #isagi yoichi smut #blue lock smut #bluelock smut #bllk x you #bllk x reader #bllk x y/n #isagi x reader #isagi x you #isagi yoichi #blue lock x you #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x reader #blue lock #smut fic #smut fanfiction #bllk imagines #bllk isagi #bllk fanfic #bllk fic #bllk scenarios #bllk thirsts #tw unprotected sex #tw virginity loss #tw smut #smut oneshot #bluelock #bluelock x reader #blue lock isagi

[sixosix]

a/n both my latest fics r about cold can u tell that i’m trying to manifest it

warnings none! fluff, highschool au, ooc reo i think, wc 500

it is unfortunate that you are seated directly under the ceiling cassette aircon on the same day—the one day—you decided that bringing a jacket would be unnecessary. with the way you are trembling and feeling as though all your limbs have turned into ice speaks volumes of your deep regret.

you envy your classmates already borrowing hoodies from each other, eyeing them as they snuggle into their seats. specifically, your seatmate, who is making a clear point in sighing contentedly every time you glance at her sweater-clad way.

the squeak of nearly-dry markers scrawling on the whiteboard only serves to irritate your already sour mood—here you are, cold, pissed off, and dying.

“does anyone know the answer?” your teacher asks, and the hands raised give you a chance to peek at your phone and notice someone has messaged you.

reo come out rq

reo hi just peek outside please

it was sent ten minutes ago. you suddenly feel an impending sense of doom.

“that’s correct. can someone explain why we should not consider the claim— who is knocking?”

mikage reo’s head pops out from the door, a feigned sheepish smile on his face. “sorry to disturb you, ma’am, i just want to give this to y/n,” he says, showing off the thick jacket in his hand, and without even scanning the entire room, his eyes zero in on you immediately.

mortification settles in on you when everyone’s wide-eyed gazes shift over to your trembling figure.

standing up and feeling like you’re dying a little inside, you head over to the door, glaring at reo while your back is turned in on the baffled audience. with a swift turn, you pull reo by the sleeve and drag him outside of the classroom. the door slams shut.

“thank you, reo,” you dryly laugh, taking the jacket. then added in a frantic whisper, “in the middle of math class? really?”

reo smiles, all teeth and adorable sappiness. “in the middle of math class. really,” he affirms. “passed by your class and saw you shivering. and you weren’t replying, so me, wonderful as i am, did what i had to do.”

you’re not wearing it on your person yet, but with the way reo’s leaning closer, arms snaking around your waist, you feel the heat seep into your body like flames licking up your skin. it burns the most on your cheeks, and reo’s eyes hone in on it like a man on a mission.

belatedly, you realize the position you’re in—reo all but pinning you to the wall, arms on your waist, your back pressed up against the surface—and how this must look to bypassers. “don’t do this here! we’re literally in a hallway.”

“it’s fine,” reo grins sharply,  “everyone’s in class.”

“yeah, so why are you here?”

he huffs, nuzzling his face into your neck, his breath on your skin. you shiver, and you feel his smile. “you won’t like it when i say i missed you even though it’s the truth.”

“i’m glad you know me so well.”

and you know, that even when you go back inside the room without wearing his stupid little jacket, you’d still feel all warm inside, the ghost of his kiss burning deep.

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