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itoshi-s · 1 year

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Heyy :) I hope you’re doing good! I see your taking thirsts and stuff 👀 I would like to have bachira x reader (aged up obv) where they’re married and he gets a special lingerie surprise ✨ + breeding kink 🏃‍♀️ Thank you <33

──✧ ˚ · “ 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭

*.✧ ft. 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

*.✧ wc: 2.6k. nsfw / 17+ only / minors dni ! - fem reader, characters are in their early/mid twenties, meguru & reader are married, breeding kink, mentions of planning babies. not proofread // notes: this is such a cute idea ,, thank u nonnie for the request !! and sorry for makin u wait that long </3 hope u like it tho !!

there is something saccharine about the way you treat him, meguru thinks.

he’s tried his whole life to be a good person - never really did anyone wrong, at least not by intention - but could meeting you really be an adequate reward for his heartfelt nature?

just in case the universe ever decided to change it’s mind about it, he doesn’t want to waste no time or take you for granted. it’s a little unexpected, perhaps crazy - but meguru knows it well. isagi pounces on his best friend as soon as he opens the neat cream-colored envelope and reads the very few words of the wedding invitation; and as you both stand at the altar and read out your vows to each other a few months later, you swear you can see the rest of the former blue lock top players wipe at their eyes.

he’s never been big on giving out details on his private life to the media, even despite his open and playful personality, but the wedding of course brought their attention; once you’re back from the two weeks long honeymoon trip and the season starts, meguru can only laugh and grin at the reporters as they congratulate him on the marriage.

“yeah, i really am a lucky guy,” he looks over to the camera, eyes twinkling despite the exhaustion making him pant slightly still. he brings a hand up, showing off the white gold ring that beams in the reflectors, “love you, baby.”

the news about japan’s best dribbler tying the knot at such an early age surprisingly doesn’t bring too much negative feedback - and actually, you two might just be one of the favorite soccer couples in the country. you’re just too sweet - always in the very front row of the bleachers, clad in your husband’s jersey, screaming your lungs out whenever he steals the ball. there’s always a picture of bachira with his arms wrapped around your waist, you giving the crown of his head an earnest kiss, taken just minutes after the final whistle of the game. you’re the very first thing he wants to feel - the only person that can handle his emotions, his frustration, his joy.

despite being only in his mid twenties and the idea of being a married man at this age would make him roll with laughter long years ago, meguru’s sure that somehow, this had to be written in his fate - because it just feels too right to have you.

he thinks the exact same when you welcome him home at the front door, in your cream colored silk robe already due to the late hour, and manages to steal a glance of the white lace hiding underneath.

“is that a prize for yesterday?” he sounds playful, giddy, even, but you can tell by his dilated pupils that it takes a lot of control for him not to bend you right over the couch.

he kicks his shoes off, a slight grin tugging at his lips, and rests his hands on your hips with an urgent squeeze.

you hum, a small giggle slipping past as you feel meguru’s teeth nibble on your earlobe, “you noticed? i wanted to give you a little show,” you mumble, hands resting on the slippery material of his training jersey. he breathes against your ear, heavier and quicker than usual. he’s needy and you can tell - feel his already fully hard cock press against your abdomen.

“you still can,” he murmurs, pressing little kisses to the sensitive skin just below your ear, “please, baby?” his lips move against your heated skin and a sigh slips past your mouth, the feeling causing your head to lull to the side and your eyelashes to tickle against your cheekbones.

meguru gives your waist a squeeze, fingers digging into the satin clad flesh, before moving to the couch and plopping down. he lets go of you just enough to keep you standing between his spread legs and looks up at you, waiting. bangs stick to his forehead slightly, still sweaty from his practice, and his eyes are wide - excited and bright.

if there was one thing you loved most about your husband, it’s definitely the glint behind the honey colored irises that makes him so warm, inviting, and so alluring.

leaning his head back comfortably, his eyes follow the way your hands slowly slip the robe off your shoulder, then work on untying the knot at your waist.

“fuck,” there’s an urgency to his little whisper, a sound that makes the corners of your lips twitch. “reminds me of-”

“i know,” you mumble with a smile, so sweet it makes bachira’s tummy flutter. the eyelash lace is a bright white, a pretty contrast to the hue of your skin, a rich gold thread drawing pretty little flowers along the swell of your breast.”figured you’ll like this.”

oh of course he did. in fact, anyone else would probably feel embarrassed upon getting so worked up so quickly - but meguru has no shame in the way looking at his pretty little wife, clad in a lace set that resembles the one you wore on your wedding night, makes his cock twitch in his shorts within a minute.

he’s needy, but you’re at fault for it.

your fingers slip up, nails catching on the white elastic of the garters that digs into the flesh of your thighs, and meguru’s eyes follow the movement, saliva thick in his throat. as your fingertips caress along the lace suspender belt, your gaze moves down, catching on the visible bulge in his shorts, and how he keeps his hands on his knees - so well behaved it makes you chuckle. “don’t be shy,” you tease, and bachi blinks once before grinning himself. he leans forward, hands moving to grab at your thighs and pulling you forward. you stumble a bit, not expecting such an urgent movement, but don’t have time to react as meguru’s mouth already latches onto your neck.

he breathes against the soft skin, a trail of goosebumps rising in turn, and grips your hips tightly to rut his hips against your core. it’s sudden and quick, desperate, and you can hear the exhilaration as he whines.

“so pretty,” he sighs, nearly dreamily, and digs his fingers in the flesh of your ass. “want you so bad now, baby. you make me so hard it hurts.”

bachira isn’t ever the one to shy away from letting his mouth run - always vocalizes each and every need, no matter how filthy and desperate it is - and hearing his breath hitch as he does it is just enough to make arousal cling to your thighs.

“meguru,” you whimper, the force of his grip enough to make you bruise - but it’s okay. “please, i need you.”

gold eyes lock with yours, and he pulls away from your chest, where he was busy nipping and kissing. “yeah? y’missed me?” there’s a hint of hope in his voice, as if surprised. as if you weren’t soaking wet for him nearly all of the time - particularly waiting for him to get back home from practice.

he hooks a few fingers behind the elastic of the thong and pulls it down with your help, a little lift and shimmy of your hips, and eases the flimsy material down your legs. as soon as it’s off, he cups your heat with one hand, warm and rough, and it makes you jolt.

“hah- fuck- you’re dripping all over me, baby. m’sorry i kept you waitin.” he moans, palm rubbing against your clit messily, and he can feel the throbbing pulse against his hand. his fingers are wet with your slick already, but he doesn’t mind - not at all.

resting one hand at the small of your back, bachira’s quick to flip you over with no effort, lips connecting with yours the second your back hits the couch.

his kiss is messy, soft moans breathy against your mouth as he pushes his tongue against yours with need. it’s hot and wet, desperate as his hands stumble to push his shorts down and hold himself up above you at the same time.

your legs wrap around his waist instinctively, the movement almost a muscle memory by this point, and you watch as meguru takes his shirt off hurriedly. slim muscles flex at the action, the scent of sweat and his cologne still clinging to his milky skin. you moan out, the pheromones clouding over your mind, and you reach between your bodies, fingers barely wrapping around his throbbing cock.

“ah-” there’s a slight whine ripping from bachira’s throat, a sound that’s so pretty, so fitting to the already fucked out expression on his features. “you’re a needy thing, aren’t you? want me inside of you already~” you flick your wrist, giving a few long strokes to his length, and muster a quick nod.

“yeah, ‘guru,” you breathe, chest heaving softly with every breath, fingers moving from his crotch to grab at his bicep instead. you watch, eyes glued between your legs, as he slides his cock between your folds a few times, coating it in your slick, before eventually easing himself in.

your body grows tense at the feeling, walls throbbing and tightening on bachira, swallowing him whole - right up to the very base as he bottoms out fully, a grunt rumbling in his chest.

your head tilts back, not a single moan having slipped out yet, and it feels as if your mind’s slowly turning into mush. it’s just him, all inside of you, his body so hot against your frame, pressing against you and overwhelming each and every of your senses. it only ever brings you back afloat when meguru starts to move, hips moving back just slightly before pushing back in. he’s so deep inside if you, it feels as if he’s in your guts.

“just like that,” you struggle to focus your eyes on bachira’s face as he moans, voice already reaching an octave higher with arousal, and you notice his eyes are trained just above where your cunt is grappling to fit all of him. “fuck- ngh- can you feel me here?”

your quick pants turn into little whines when meguru places a hand on your lower abdomen, pressing down on the flesh, and the crazed look behind his eyes makes you shudder. you can feel him move inside of you, rubbing up all against the most sensitive spots, the flared head of his cock stumbling against your cervix - and it would usually make you wince, but this time, as he presses a large palm against the fucking bulge in your tummy, it makes you feral.

“you’re- ‘re so big,” your voice is wet with tears, adrenaline pumping through your veins and easing the discomfort that comes with each of bachira’s thrust that almost feels like he’s going to break you apart. “feel you whole, meguru.” there’s something so sweet about the way you say his name, it makes his hips stutter before picking up a quicker, steadier rhythm. bachira groans under his breath, bending his arm so he can rest his elbow beside your head, and moves his hand from your tummy to wrap your leg around his waist even tighter.

your pussy’s so warm, so slippery, and it’s almost as if you’re sucking him in even deeper each time he pushes his hips forward. he wonders how is it even possible for you to feel so heavenly, as if your cunt was molded perfectly for him to fit.

maybe you really were made for him only.

bachira feels the familiar pull in his balls, as if a jolt of electricity runs through his nerves, and he whines, shameless and breathy as his eyes find yours.

“my pretty girl,” he moans, watching your face contort in pleasure, brows furrowing and eyes glimmering, “wanna stuff you full, ‘kay? you want that?” there’s no time for a coherent response as his hips smack against your ass, thrusting so hard it makes you jostle. the slight twitch of bachira’s cock inside of you is just enough to give away his climax creeping in, but as he lets the filth spill out past his mouth you realize just how desperate he is to reach it. “fill you up with m’ cum until you leak. yeah? wanna make me a daddy, pretty girl?”

he’s blabbering at this point, high pitched moans breaking into a whine as he watches your eyes roll back. he’s down so bad, chasing his orgasm and the feeling of your pussy clamping down on him, you don’t think he even realizes the weight of his words.

your back arches, legs tightening around bachira’s slim waist, and cry out as his hand once again rests on your abdomen, pressing down and making your pussy spasm.

“please, meguru,” you gasp, the familiar spark growing stronger in your tummy. you can feel his cock drag against the front wall of your cunt, rubbing against the spot that makes your muscles grow pliant. “please- fill me up.” you breathe, shakily, and your voice barely makes it out of your throat. “wanna give you- aah- give you a baby.”

it’s experimental, sounds so lewd as you say it between little moans, but you know bachira’s lovesick. you know that the slim, white gold band that sits snugly on his finger is his greatest possession, a reminder of his devotion to you - and even though the two of you haven’t discussed expanding your family yet, you can see the way meguru’s eyes widen slightly and adam’s apple bobs upon hearing your words.

you can feel his hips stutter, sturdy quads pressing against your ass, and bachira whines, long and needy, as his heavy thrusts grow sloppy. you can see him struggling to keep his eyes on you, drinking up the look you give him, egging him on - but as your walls throb around him and a gasp catches in your throat, your orgasm hitting you full force, he squeezes his eyes shut and drops his head in the crook of your neck.

he ruts into you, the few last pushes into you reaching so deep it makes you cry and grab at his back, and eventually, he stills. his hips are snug against yours, breathy whimpers loud in your ear, breaking through the white noise that echoes through your head, and you feel his seed spurt right against your cervix. it’s hot, feels sticky and thick as he fills you up, granting you your wish and stuffing you so full, there’s a rivulet of milky cum seeping out and down your thigh.

“baby,” he sounds so riled up as he breathes, mouthing against your collarbone, “shit - feels so good.” he’s choked up with pleasure, body trembling slightly with aftershocks of his climax, and you wrap your arms around his neck - inviting, easing him through.

“i know,” you whisper, legs eventually loosening in their spot around his hips as he lets himself rest on top of you. his body’s spent, heavy as it lays on you, but you don’t mind it one bit - not when he nuzzles against your neck, eyelashes fluttering against your jugular, and sighs.

bachira sneaks his arms around your waist, skin clammy on one another, but it feels so familiar, it’s warm in his chest and makes his heart throb.

it doesn’t stay silent for too long as meguru’s soft laughter cuts through the heavy, humid air. he cocks his head up, a glint in his eye.

“you meant it?” he’s curious, almost hopeful, and despite your cheeks already having reddened with exhaustion, his inquiring brings an even deeper blush to your face.

you shrug, softly, and meguru reads right through it, the giddy smile wide on his lips.

“do you want me to?”

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zewninz · 1 year

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wherever you stray, i follow <3

bachira meguru x gn reader !

☆ in which isagi calls you over to a bar to take care of your drunk friend, bachira.

1.3k words, sfw, fluff, drunk bachira, mentions of alcohol and wine, characters are slightly aged up, lots of l-bombs, minor swearing, lowercase intended.

a/n: i haven’t wrote in so long... i was inspired by smth weird to write this, so idk how to feel but um enjoy if ur reading this!!

upon entering the bar, you shove your way through the big crowd, the air is warm and thick. eventually, you spot isagi standing with his arms crossed next to bachira who is clearly in an intoxicated state—his hair quite disheveled and his cheeks a warm flush. isagi seems like he had a few drinks as well but still quite sober, unlike your other friend.

“it’s yoouuu!” bachira giggles, reaching out for you with half-lidded eyes. isagi just groans.

“it’s whoooo?” amused, you laugh his random choice of greeting. bachira thinks the sound is pretty.

"yoouuu!" bachira repeats, leaning in just slightly. his warm breath fans over your ear. his words are a bit slurred. your heart jumps at the sudden proximity.

“meeee?”

“i loooove you,” bachira says as he circles his arms around you, tugging you closer. you catch a faint whiff of the sweet wine on his breath, and he buries himself on your shoulder.

you turn to see a confused isagi watching the whole thing. for some reason, he doesn’t look weirded out at all. in fact, he looks. . . amused? you send him a help me look.

“meguru? you don’t mean that, you’re drunk,” you elicit a nervous laugh. you could hear isagi stifle a snicker.

“why noooot?" pair of glassy eyes peeks up at you.

pouting, you repeat, "you’re not sober. . .”

"and you're soooo sober?"

isagi snickers a little louder from the side. even when drunk, bachira seems like he’s just having fun, you remind yourself.

“can you take him home?" isagi questions you, offering you an apologetic smile.

"ya, sure, ts’ what i’m here for. just pray that i have enough strength to carry him," you let out a breathy laugh, “thank you, though, for watching over him until i got here.” "f’course, i’ll see you both tomorrow,” isagi bids his farewell before he starts heading towards the exit of the bar.

“byeeee,” bachira slurs out, his arms are around you still, one on your waist and the other by your neck. he was too close. much too close for your ragged heart to accept. “i loooove you…” there it goes again. this time he says it louder as if it would make any difference. as if it would make you believe him this time.

still, your heart flutters at his words. “nah, say that when you’re finally sober,“ you attempt to joke.

“ts’ a dare, huh?” bachira raised an eyebrow at you. his grip on you is firm, his face inches away from yours. there was a playful glint in his eyes. “alright then. . . i loooove you.” he looks so innocent, repeating that, clearly forgetting what you had just said.

“you are still drunk. . .”

“so what?” bachira is tipsy, anyone could tell.

he leans down to press a chaste, drunken kiss to your neck and his warm breath washes over you, you are taken off guard, you can feel your skin shiver under his lips.

bachira pulls back, a darker crimson dusting his cheeks. he, then, gives you a sheepish smile. “you liked it, didn’t ya?

fuck, bachira. what am i supposed to say to that. . .? you adore him, he doesn’t know that. and it would be a lie to say you didn’t like it. you won’t admit it out loud, though. never.

I scoffed, "no. . . why did you do that?”

he doesn’t answer.

“meguru, you're my friend."

“wanna be more than that?" his breathy, low tone sends a shiver down your spine. you swear you could hear your heart pounding.

you clear your voice when you nearly choke on your words, “you're just playing around,"

“am i, now?"

“you wouldn’t just say that.”

“maybe it’s the alcohol talking, but i’m sure if i were sober, my answer wouldn’t change.”

your face burns, and your breath hitches, “you’re too much,”

“you aren’t answering my question, y’know.” his voice is soft and sweet, and you couldn’t help but ponder if he is just teasing you or actually being genuine.

“ask me tomorrow,” you decide to tease back.

“hmm?” there’s a hint of longing in his expression. “ask you tomorrow or ask you right now?”

“meguru. . .” you feel lightheaded, the air felt thicker.

“i don’t mind taking an answer right now.”

“as if you will remember it in the morning.”

“you wanna make that a bet?” his eyes roam your face.

“nope, you’re just messing around with me.”

“mmm, that depends. what do you think?” his eyes twinkle with amusement as his hand runs through your hair.

you’re not sure how you feel about him invading your personal space this way, “I don’t know what you want me to say. . .” you are rendered speechless.

“am i bothering you?” he inquires, his voice is so sweet. “just want you to be honest with me, y’know. . .”

“no you could never bother me,” you softly say, putting your hand atop his warm one that has trailed down from your hair to your cheek. your thumb rubs circles on it.

“f’real?”

your surroundings seems to blur, and your mind fogs up. ironic how he is the one who’s drunk but the heat from his touch is making you tipsy, drunk on his touch, drunk on his words.

you poorly attempt to slice the thick tension, “mhm, after all, i am now your designated babysitter after isagi dipped on you.”

a small chuckle escapes bachira’s lips. “babysitter, hm?” he mumbles, you can still smell the faint scent of alcohol on his breath. “and are you enjoying this babysitting duty of yours?”

“how can i not?” a sarcastic grin was visible on your face, “no, but seriously, i don’t mind taking care of you, ‘cause i know you’d do the same if i was the one who’s drunk. not that I’d ever get drunk.” your tone turns soft.

“not that you’d ever get drunk?” the faintest hint of a smile grew on his lips. “you sure now?” his voice drops softer as he say this, “because a drunk you would look pretty adorable.” your heart flutters at his words.

damn you, meguru. “shut up,” is all you managed to say.

bachira lets out a small laugh. “or what?” he teases, grinning mischievously. “if i don’t shut up? what’re ya gonna about it?” a challenging done was prominent in his voice.

you could say that you will kiss the hell out of him until he shut up, but you can’t take advantage of the situation. you respect him, you always have.

he’s still clinging onto you, his warm breath fanning over your face and neck. for whatever reason, there’s a part of you that’s liking how close and personal he’s getting. a part of you that’s liking this.

you answer his question, instead, “i’ll leave your ass alone here.”

“ouch. . . if i do? if i shut up?”

“i carry you back to your place, then. good thing i drove here.”

“you’re no fun, y’know that?” though he gives you cheeky smile, you catch the lingering faintest trace of disappointment in his voice. “you’re always so good,” he whines, you can’t exactly make out the tone behind it, “why can’t you ever just. . . let lose?”

your heart softens at his comment, and you avoid the question once again. “so, are you planning to stay here forever or. . .” you remember that you both are still at the bar. “you wanna go home so you can rest?”

once again, bachira laughs softly. “you choose. . .” he whispers. “after all, the bee goes where his queen bee wishes him to go.”

thank you for reading! likes & reblogs r appreciated. wrote this while listening to willow by taylor. swiftie at heart fr <3

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yeuheart · 1 year

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Study Buddy

Synopsis: Studying with them | Featuring: Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, Seishiro Nagi | Warnings: None | Notes: I should defo take a break after this.

Isagi Yoichi

Best study buddy here, he’s prepared with snacks and everything. He’s not the smartest person at school so he probably gets mostly As in class so not necessarily a valedictorian, but if he doesn’t understand your homework or project he’s sure to study up on it himself. He’s the type to root for you as you finish your work and when you’re done he’ll reward you with whatever you’d like (he’s just nice like that). If you’re tired from studying he lets you rest a bit but not till the point you’re actually asleep but if you do he’s not sure if he’d like to wake you or admire you. If he can’t study with you he tries to face time you or at least text you about it. If he’s not helping you with your work he’s probably going back and forth from admiring you and doing his work. Also if it’s math or science he’s helping you with then he’s probably going to tell you to just search it up on Google. Definitely comforts you if you start to cry about the subject and tells you he understands what it’s like.

Bachira Meguru

You will never get things done with him, you guys are too busy laughing till the point your stomachs hurt. Gosh you guys might even get kicked out of the library. He’s does stupid stuff to you, like when you sit down he pulls your chair before you get to sit down and you fall down, and he even brings those fake spiders to scare you with. He’s bad at studying, even if the teacher teaches him he will still not know how to and just hopes he aces the test. He’s good at cheering you on if you insist you cannot fool around this time. If you cry about a subject because you don’t understand then he’ll comfort you and tell you that if you don’t understand you can always cheat on that test. If you guys are doing your own thing and you look over at him you’ll see him just grabbing the air on the book and splashing it on his face (he thinks he can obtain information that way).

Seishiro Nagi

He’s okay I guess, he does not study at all. He’s like those kids who never study but always ace their tests, he doesn’t even pay attention in class and still has good grades. He’s good if you just want someone to be in your company but once in a while he would initiate affection and stuff. He complains a lot about how he’s tired and if you can hurry up with your studying and that his phone is gonna die as if he doesn’t carry a portable charger with him. If you want him to help you study then he’s fine with it but he’s gonna complain if the question is very long or if there’s a lot of letters. At the end of the study session he falls asleep waiting for you but on the rare case he doesn’t then he’ll ask if you wanted to get something to eat and will drop you home. (only motivated for you and football). This guy won’t understand how much studying can help you..

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venusbby · 1 year

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hello val 🤗 for the game can i request prompt 26 + bachira? and ofc bachira being his goofy self says the second line!

thank you so much if you are going to do this ! take ur time <3

🍁 character & prompt: BACHIRA MEGURU // #26. "what are you doing?" "sneaking in. be quiet please. i'm scared of your parents."

note: aaaa this is so bachiracore!! thankyou for requesting! i hope u like this and have a nice day <33333 mwa # drabble game prompts

summary: after not seeing you at his game, your boyfriend bachira takes the matter into his own hands, ignoring the fear of getting caught by your parents just to meet you.

another noise made it to your ears even though you had your headphones on. this was the second time in a row, and even if you brushed it off the first time, thinking that it was probably some background sound from the show you were watching, you couldn't help but be curious about it this time.

cautiously, you climbed out of your bed, headphones kept quietly on the mattress as you tried to see if the noise came back again.

"ow, fuck!" a muffled voice came from the direction of the window.

you gasped, whipping your head in the same direction, warily eyeing the glass window.

then you heard a soft knock from the outside, paired with a familiar face on the other side, streaks of blond hair more noticeable due to your bedroom light.

your jaw dropped, and you hurried to open the window, eyes as wide as saucers.

"baby!" whispered bachira, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you as he carefully brought himself in, the sleeve of his shirt almost getting stuck in a tree branch.

"what in the," you said, flabbergasted. your voice was louder than your boyfriend liked it to be— he winced as you talked further. "what the fuck are you doing?"

"sneaking in," he replied in a hushed tone, giving you an example of how you should speak. "be quiet please. i'm scared of your parents."

you inhaled, at a loss for words. it was 1 am— bachira should have been at his place, getting the rest he needs after the game at school today, and he somehow ended up here?

ignoring the way your mouth was still fallen apart in shock, your boyfriend engulfed you in a tight hug, planting a lingering kiss on your temple. he nuzzled his face in your neck until his voice was barely audible when he spoke. "i missed you."

you chuckled, one hand settling on his back and the other travelling upwards to ruffle his hair. "you're so done if my parents find out,"

"...and i missed you too." you added after that, pulling away to meet his eyes with a wide smile on your face.

maybe he was a little too risky when it came to meeting you without your parents finding out, but you would never let his effort go to waste. your boyfriend was the one and only person you'd risk it all for— even if it meant that you'd have to hide him under your bed if your mom woke up and came upstairs. just incase.

bachira caressed your cheek, blinking slowly. "you weren't there for the game today. i looked everywhere for you."

you nodded, "i wasn't feeling too well. 'm sorry. i should've texted."

he shrugged, beaming now. his hands slowly trailed down to your waist. although he was smirking, the tips of his ears were red. he kept his voice low. "it doesn't matter. i'm here to kiss you until you feel better."

you almost squealed when he picked you up, your legs hurriedly wrapping around his body as he brought you to the bed, earning a soft groan from him. "shush— i don't wanna die tonight."

"sorry," you said with a sheepish grin, only for bachira to shut you up by crashing his lips against yours, pulling away just as quickly.

"i knew you were amazing today, even though i wasn't there." you said, settling in his lap.

"yeah?" he grinned, satisfied with your praise. his hands rested on your back to support you so you wouldn't lose balance, thumb rubbing mindless circles into the material of your shirt. "would've been even better if you were there, though."

"don't worry, i'll be there for the next one," you replied. "it would be a crime not to be, especially after you did all this for me."

"that's right," he looked smug, lightly squeezing your waist. "i'll even dedicate a goal to you."

"the other girls will be jealous, babe." you giggled.

"that's not my problem," he sang quietly, making you bury your head in his chest to muffle down your laugh.

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seiberries · 1 year

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i have another idea 🤭 but i just did one so definitely don’t feel like pressured to do this i’m sure writing these are hard! what if bachiras gf (or if u prefer tor wrote gn that’s fine too) is a bit sensitive, like she watches sad videos on tiktok about animals or something like how would he react to her just crying over smth little? IDK IF THIS MAKES SENSE 😭😭 but again don’t feel like you need to do this the first request i sent you did so well and i’m sure it’s tiering so don’t force yourself or anything, take care i hope you’re having a nice day!! 🫶🫶🫶🩷🩷🩷

AHH I JUST SAW THIS NOWW!! here it is, sorry it’s so late :,)

bachira meguru : sensitive fem s/o hcs

warnings: none!! just fluff 💕

you were waiting in the bedroom for one bachira meguru. he had left you for a moment, unwillingly, to get some snacks for the movie you had put on.

the film had been paused, leaving you bored. you sought a solution on your phone, through tiktok! because it was entertaining, you thought.

big mistake, you’d learn in a while.

after scrolling through the app a bit, you came across a video with a white cat as the thumbnail. you proceeded to watch, smiling at how cute the animal was. you had no idea what the tiktok was actually about, besides the adorable animal.

a voiceover plays after a few seconds. “this is snow’s transformation.”

the video continues, showing a montage of the days that passed for the feline. it was a video documenting the transformation of a stray cat, who had originally been injured and sick. it ended showing the cat, snow, finding a home with loving owners- happy and healthy.

a tear dropped from your eye, then another- until you were full on bawling. your boyfriend just so happened to walk into the scene, his mouth hung open in shock.

the boy put the food down, rushing to you with questions spilling out. what had happened in the five minutes he was away? bachira’s usual light and easygoing self had disappeared the moment he saw your face, becoming uncharacteristically panicked instead.

you continued to sniffle, pointing to your phone that had dropped on the bed during your crying session. bachira watched the tiktok.

he laughed and engulfed you into a hug, pressing you on the bed with his larger stature. you were way cuter than the cat to him.

”but s/o, isn’t that something you should be smiling for?” he spoke, wiping your tears as he glanced into your puffy eyes.

”oh well, if you’re gonna cry, cry to me, okay? ~ or, i’ll cry with you instead!” he continued, sounding oddly determined as he said the last bit.

you laughed, and bachira sighed in relief. he’d much rather see that expression on you. seeing you cry, no matter what the reason, will never sit right with him.

even for a video that almost made him cry too.

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catelismo · 1 month

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HEY GIRLIE <3 can you maybe make a Bachira X y/n going on a painting date? Because I remembered in the manga or anime that his mother likes to paint and it would be ao cute to see the girl he likes most has the same interest as his mother, the two get messy in paints then maybe he engages her?

animated scenery ft. bachira meguru

with all of the paints in the world splashed onto both on your bodies and smiles, it may seem very ideal for meguru to crack that fateful question of marriage.

this is actually so cute i started crying from the scenario itself 💗💗💗, THANK U FOR REQUESTING LOVE <3 and sorry that it took so long, i was quickly running out of ideas 😖😖

When he was younger, his mother's ambition and rather rebellion of painting captivated him.

The attention on her paintbrushes and how she developed texture by the mere soft strokes created a spark within his soul. He would giggle at her. Or he would show stars as eyes at the blending flowers that danced in the canvas in sync; showing something quite extraordinary. He remembered what his mother painted; two figures holding each other tightly as the overwhelming bullets of water washed them out, drenching their clothes.

At first, he was young and did not quite capture the meaning of love — his first initial thought of it was completely reasonable for a child: Is it an ice cream flavour? And now that he's entered the adult section of life, with an high earning salary as a football pro-player laced around in his fingers

And this is why he thought of the most extraordinary idea to engage in today with someone he held dear near his heart.

Painting date. With his one of a kind lover who was currently snuggling against the crook of his exposed neck with a smile that was definitely drawn on. The place for this special memory took place more specifically outside of the urban cities and into the nurturing fields of the countryside.

Wearing sundresses, straw hats and soft sandals tasted nostalgic and old-fashioned in both of her shoes and tongue but the high gloss-like touch of arms colliding stayed empowered throughout; Meguru never failed to use his infamous infectious smile that you couldn't help but fall for his wonderful tricks of mischief. You may giggle at the sight or you may messily push him into the grass as the paint watches you battling with joy. All you really know of: this Is life with Bachira like at this spectacular moment. Wow.

And oh my! Did it not feel ethereal at the moment?

It was perfect just the two of you, grabbing canvas and mounting them against the frame as your freshly bought acrylic paints stacked along together; Meguru quickly came to your aid when a wicked thought crossed his mind. What if he was just happened to accidentally commence a art fight? In more ways than one.

And thus, is how you find yourselves splashed in expensive hues of reds and yellows and blues. Initially, you were worried, worried that these one of a kind paints may stain the newly white dress that was an all-time favourite, but who were you to deny a chaotic time like this one? Especially when you wanted to erase that painted smirk of his face and sketch out a frown instead.

"Y/N, come back here!" With those sugary words from Meguru, you ended up going, running back to him as he used all of his strength to twirl round and around in the slightly coloured grass that contained a decent amount of raindrops; maybe it was from the rain last night?

Now, there was something so enchanting about the way your paint strokes danced around his textural ones — it felt way too satisfying for your preferences. It kinda gave him déjà vu when that gaze between the two of you reconnected again. Almost resembling a thundering piece like one of his mother's earlier paintings before. Two star-struck figured that hugged each other's waist in the pouring rain. Something you'd see straight out of a romance film.

Longing for that yearning touch, he must've reached inside of your heart as the slim fingers of his softening touch grasped his lover's fingers; perfectly locking them into place for what it seemed to be an eternity.

Art was set aside and then lunch arrived with a glorious picnic awaiting nearby. Fruit salads on a summery day and homemade macaroons complimented well for side dishes as crafted burritos and tacos were firstly eaten; you definitely did a great job arranged this meal as your gleam managed to outshine the afternoon sun, in Meguru's eyes.

By being distracted by something in his clothing, he wanted to put his plan in action. Should I do it? It was certainly unlikely for him to be so hesitant about this. If anything, he would've been on his knees by now — hell, even inserting that luxurious ring on her fourth finger right away!

But he doesn't have to be afraid: Isagi himself said it too. You'll be fine Bachira, you love her and she loves you. There's no way that she doesn't feel the same way.

But how can he be so sure about this? I mean, he was nervous about this, but was it so severe? Who knows what might happen; he did all of this planning for a long time, and without having the slightest idea if she really wants to get married to someone like him——

"Meguru, are you okay?"

Shocked eyes and widen mouth went together in a combo as the desperation to hide that obsidian box containing the ring had somewhat succeeded. Somewhat was the key word in this as Y/N noticed the fidgeting of his fingers nearby the blanket.

"I was going to tell you this later but... I think I can do this right now." He could, no, he will propose to her here and today while the sun's out and shining way too brightly for his liking.

He didn't matter how anyone viewed him nowadays in contrast to the amount of bullying he had endured as a toddler but in his eyes, he had seen his girlfriend (who hopefully might become his newly spouse) go through his rights and wrongs in any form and shape. He was greatful, greatful that someone like her didn't join the crowd of society to isolate him, but rather hold him like he's your prized gem.

Gasping, fuck even crying at this point at the sight of a beautiful gold rimmed ring with a small pound of emeralds ringed and worn hand by hand had you certainly speechless. It is most absolutely the most beautiful thing you've laid eyes on.

Not was you crying but Bachira had a few tears rolling down when he finally said "Will you marry me?" with a smile that you yourself have drawn on him with not a paintbrush, but with something else more exclusive. A heart.

"Yes! A thousand times yes!" And he didn't know how fast he got up to you but does it matter now? You were now finally his, and his only true love.

He felt really animated by the scenery he rose up in him; all of that because of his mother's passion.

Thanks, mom.

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miclipse · 21 days

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ YOUR ROMAN EMPIRE.

characters: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, kunigami rensuke, itoshi rin, michael kaiser (separate).

sypnosis: things he did that you often think about.

word count: 5.3k (~1.0k each)

cw: afab! reader, sfw, established relationships, nicknames used (baby, gorgeous, meine liebe, good girl, pretty girl), pre-wildcard! kunigami, mentions of period (rin's), kaiser being a smug bastard & also soft.

note: first time writing for the blue lock boys <3 comments appreciated!

ᯓ★ isagi yoichi ᝰ.ᐟ

“does it still hurt alot, baby?”

isagi, who was kneeled in front of you as you sat on the couch, continued pressing the ice pack against your swollen ankle.

his other hand was supporting the heel of your foot as he gently rotated it in circular motions to help ease the pain in the muscles.

your boyfriend lifted his head up to take a look at your expression, worried that the pain of your sprained ankle might be too unbearable for you if he didn't handle it carefully enough.

“a little… but it's getting better…” you mumbled out softly, feeling increasingly guilty the longer you watched isagi kneel in front of you and tend to what you could only call the consequences of your own actions.

“we have a treadmill at home for a reason. why'd you insist on taking a run outside when the ground was still all slippery and wet?” isagi's voice was soft and gentle, soothing the guilt in your heart slightly.

you thought isagi would've gotten mad at you, but he was still as loving and worried for you as ever despite all of this being your own fault.

it had rained earlier this morning, which isagi had already warned you about via text since he was away for his usual soccer practice.

but stubborn little you insisted that the rain would not interfere with your routine evening jog. you figured the damp floors would have dried up by the time you stepped out of the house.

oh, how very wrong you were.

in your defence, majority of the jog went smoothly. the problem only arose when you were about to make the final turn back to the familiar stretch of road that would lead back to your and isagi's shared apartment.

for some reason while you were turning the corner, your foot slipped. as an attempt to catch yourself before you fell face first into the cold hard concrete, your ankle twisted and ended up in an uncomfortable position.

you had to bite your tongue to hold yourself back from screaming due to the sudden sharp and piercing pain coming from your ankle.

when you finally managed to limp your way back to your front porch, you figured you could simply just eat some painkillers and sleep off the pain before your boyfriend got back from training.

but to your absolute horror and misfortune, the moment you opened the front door, you caught sight of your beloved boyfriend walking out from the kitchen with a cup of water in his hand.

the moment isagi saw you limping back through the front door in your sports attire, he immediately placed his cup on the kitchen island and rushed to your side to support you as he brought you to the couch to sit down.

“yeah, well… i thought the ground would've mostly dried up by the time i went out for my jog.” you gave isagi a sheepish and apologetic smile.

“well too bad, you thought wrong. and now look who's the one with a sprained ankle, hmm?” isagi continued to tease you with a soft chuckle, finally removing the ice pack from your inflamed ankle and placing the melted bag of gel down on the carpet.

“so? think you can stand up and walk on your own now?” isagi asked, lightly tracing circles on the bottom of your foot, leaving behind a ticklish sensation that got your foot to twitch and squirm in response.

seeing how your foot was flinching away from isagi's gentle touches, he merely smirked in amusement.

“not really, no.” you laughed, happy to keep things light-hearted despite the fact that you probably wouldn't be able to walk without support for the next few days.

but fret not. isagi was here to be your knight in shining armour, like how he always had been ever since you both started dating.

“do i need to push you around in a wheelchair like those elderly couples?” isagi joked, scooting himself closer to the side of the couch to get closer to you whilst he was still squatting down on the ground.

“well yeah, obviously. you don't expect me to roll around on the floor, do you?” you playfully rolled your eyes at your boyfriend's antics, watching as he reached out to grasp your hand in his.

his thumb traced small, comforting circles on the back of your hand, making you sigh out in satisfaction at how lucky you were to have isagi yoichi as your boyfriend.

a smile graced his lips. not the kind of smile he had whenever he scored a goal, or the kind of smile he gave to his teammates and friends. it was a smile that was solely reserved only for you.

isagi reached his other hand out to caress your cheek, lightly pinching it as a way to show his absolute affection and devotion towards you.

“don't worry. i’ll be the one to push your wheelchair. be it right now, or 60 years down the road.”

you never knew the words that left his lips would take you back to the days where you were falling head over heels for isagi yoichi all over again, but it did.

it had been months since you last felt your heart beat so rapidly against your chest and that queasy feeling of butterflies in your tummy.

those words may seem simple at first glance, but when you analyze it beneath the surface level, it held so much more meaning.

isagi was making a vow to you, promising to stay by your side through thick and thin. even when your youth was nothing but a distant memory, he would still choose you.

he wanted to spend his entire life with you, even if it meant he would have to be pushing your wheelchair around when you were all old and wrinkly.

those words were isagi's true feelings for you,

and they have never left your mind ever since the day he said them to you. not that isagi would ever give you a chance to forget about them in the first place.

ᯓ★ bachira meguru ᝰ.ᐟ

“i’ve cut up some fruit!”

your boyfriend’s lively voice from the kitchen reached your ears as you sat in the living room couch, busily typing away on your laptop.

you resisted the urge to turn away from your laptop screen to reply to your boyfriend, instead choosing to continue typing away on your essay that was due today.

seeing as you did not reply, bachira held the bowl of fruits in his hand as he made his way towards you, who was so diligently working on your assignments.

“do you want some?” the happy boy leaned his face right in front of yours with a cheeky grin, knowing that his actions would get a reaction out of you, who had been ignoring him the past few hours or so.

and rightfully so— you knew better than anyone that if you were to shower bachira with even an ounce of affection, you would never be able to direct your focus back on the task at hand.

“mmm… i’ll eat it later. you can munch on some first.” you suggested absentmindedly, gently using your hand to push bachira’s face away out of your view so that you could focus on the half finished word document displayed on your laptop screen.

well, that did not work according to bachira’s plan.

seeing how you had been paying all your attention on your laptop for the past few hours made bachira a little (very) attention-starved. dating him was equivalent to having a golden retriever as a pet; both of them were very high maintenance beings.

bachira pouted at your dismissive attitude right now, but he understood that you really needed to finish this assignment before the clock struck midnight.

however, as unfortunate as it sounded, today was also one of the rare days where bachira’s training ended early and he was able to spend some proper quality time with you.

bachira let out a dissatisfied hum, the pout still on his lips as he contemplated what to do in order to achieve the goal of the day.

which was to gain your attention.

he looked back down into the fruit bowl he had prepared for the both of you to share, and it did not take long for the pout of his to turn into a mischievous smirk.

it took you a few moments longer than usual to realise bachira had fallen awfully silent. normally, he would not even give you an ounce of quiet, rambling on and on about anything and everything he could talk about to fill in the silence. yet you hadn’t heard him say anything after you told him to eat first.

it was your fault for not figuring out soon enough that whenever bachira fell silent, he was plotting something in his head.

because before you could even save the progress of your half-written essay to turn and look at your boyfriend, a piece of watermelon poked into a metal fork entered your line of sight, successfully enticing you.

blinking in surprise, you instinctively turned your head to look at the culprit with a raised eyebrow.

“meguru-”

“say ‘ahh’!” bachira knew you all too well, and so he cut you off before you could question what he was trying to do. “you do your report, and i feed you. how does that sound, gorgeous?” bachira added, nearing the fork of watermelon closer to your lips.

he gave you no chance to decline his offer, if you could even count it as that.

“...ahh…” eventually giving in to your boyfriend, you slowly parted your lips and took the watermelon in between your teeth, chewing down on the juicy fruit.

“how is it? does it taste sweet?” bachira asked with a wide and bright smile, wiping the watermelon juice that splattered on the corner of your mouth with the pad of his thumb.

you tried to hide how fast your heart was beating at the simple gesture. but seeing as how bachira started grinning from ear to ear, it didn't take a genius to know that he already noticed your rosy red cheeks.

“tastes yummy.” you remarked with a soft chuckle, turning your attention back to your laptop and typing away on your report. you were trying your best to ignore the loud thumping in your chest.

normally, bachira would have been more clingy and persistent about you paying attention to him, but today he acknowledged that this report was very important to you and played a huge part in your final grade.

thus, he chose to obediently sit by your side for moral support and feed you fruit as you worked away on finishing up your essay.

“mmm, you’re right, it is yummy!” your boyfriend agreed, popping a slice of watermelon in his mouth and chewing down on it. he kept this up, feeding you a piece of fruit and gently wiping away the juice on the corner of your lips with the pad of his thumb before he fed himself a piece of fruit.

after a few minutes, it had finally come down to the very last slice of apple. bachira poked the apple with the metal fork, obviously planning to give you the last fruit in the bowl.

however, bachira’s mind was ever-functioning, and he managed to come up with yet another cheeky plan to surprise you.

“mind looking over for a second, gorgeous?” he called out to you with an innocent smile, waiting for you to stumble into his little trap.

“hmm? hold on.” you quickly typed out the last few words to finish up the sentence in your paragraph before finally turning to look at your boyfriend.

“yeah–?”

in a blink of an eye, bachira placed one end of the apple on your lips before placing the other end of the apple on his lips.

“what is this? the pocky challenge but with apples?” you joked, deciding to play along with bachira’s antics this time. you had ignored him for long enough, he deserved to get some affection from you. especially since he had been doing nothing but quietly sitting by your side and feeding you fruits.

“it’s a reward for working so hard.” bachira then took a big bite of the apple from his end. you followed suit until there was only a tiny chunk separating both your lips from each other.

“may i?” his whisper sounded almost pleading— he had restrained himself from clinging onto you as you worked on your assignment. but now that you were finally giving him your full attention, the boy was yearning for more.

“you may.” you reassured with a slight nod of your head, encouraging bachira to make the final move.

in which he did, biting down the last chunk of the apple before pressing his lips against yours.

it felt wonderful to have your lips moulded against his after being deprived from his affections for so long due to focusing on your essay. you chucked your laptop to the side of the couch, your arms snaking around his waist to make the kiss last longer.

perhaps a small break wouldn’t hurt...

ᯓ★ kunigami rensuke ᝰ.ᐟ

“oooh, what's going on there?”

the curiosity in you was building up when you noticed a crowd gathering just a distance away from the pathway kunigami and yourself were walking on.

as you pointed your index finger towards the crowd, kunigami turned his head to look in that direction before giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

“wanna go check it out?” he offered with a soft smile on his lips. you both had nothing important going on right now anyways. the two of you were just walking around the streets aimlessly and doing some window shopping to pass some time before you both would head for dinner.

“yeah!”

the way you chirped out happily in response, your eyes sparkling with excitement made kunigami's heart tighten with a certain fondness he couldn't exactly put into words.

before kunigami knew it, you were dragging him towards the crowd of people to see what all the commotion was about.

when the two of you were close enough, kunigami easily saw past the sea of crowd and his eyes eventually landed on a stage that was being setup with speakers and instruments, along with what seemed to be an amateur band preparing to perform.

“seems like it's a band performance. you interested to watch?” kunigami asked you. he had to raise his voice a little to beat the crowd’s volume, his eyes trailing back to look down at you.

oh.

your boyfriend was met with the sight of you standing on your tippy toes doing little subtle hops on the spot, trying to move your neck around to glance past the back of everyone’s heads, but unfortunately to no avail. you two were considered to be rather far back in the crowd, and everyone had a height advantage against you too.

sometimes kunigami would forget how short you were, or rather how tall he was as compared to you. things that he could easily do such as watching a performance at the back of a crowd was deemed as a challenge for his tiny and petite girlfriend.

kunigami was having an internal conflict with his inner voice on whether he should just push through the crowd so the both of you could make it to the very front of the stage (but also proceed to have a bunch of people glare at the two of you throughout the whole performance).

kunigami was the number one fan of everything being fair and square. and as much as he found the situation unfair for you, he also understood that it would be unfair to literally everyone else if he just rudely pushed through the crowd to get to the very front solely for your sake.

it wasn’t that kunigami would not do anything for you, he would give up anything and everything for you. but in situations like these where the universe was giving him a test on whether he should side with his morals or your happiness, he found himself stuck in the middle.

eventually, you turned to look up at your boyfriend, your soft lips jutting out to form a pout.

“rensuke, i can't see.” that sweet voice of yours would've sent kunigami into a deep trance if he was a weak-willed man.

the man pursed his lips together, desperately digging his brain for any ideas on how to ensure you got to see the performance without making the rest of the audience mad.

then, it was like something clicked in his head. like as if a tiny mouse living in his noggin just attached the two correct wires together and allowed kunigami’s brain to come up with the perfect solution that will make you happy and stick to his morals of ensuring everything was fair and square.

moving his hand down to ruffle your hair affectionately, kunigami then proceeded to crouch down in front of you, his back now facing towards you.

the action made you stunned into place, staring at kunigami’s toned back in disbelief and confusion. “rensuke?” you called out, prompting him to provide some sort of explanation for his action.

“i’ll piggyback you. that way, you'll be able to see the performance, right?” kunigami asked, trying his very hardest to sound as calm as he could. he would die if you saw through just how flustered he was feeling at the moment.

kunigami was often deemed as a scary delinquent due to his built figure in addition to his height being a whopping 6’2, but only a rare few properly understood that he was nothing but a life-sized teddy bear.

and you were the only one that would ever get this special treatment from him.

when kunigami felt your plush thighs press against his neck and shoulders, he grabbed onto your lower calves to ensure you were steady on his back before he slowly stood up to his full height again.

“can you see the stage?” kunigami asked you with a small smile on his face. he could feel many pairs of eyes looking towards the two of you, but he couldn't blame them. he was the only one among the crowd that was carrying a girl on his shoulders.

although you were not used to the stares accompanied by a couple of girls gushing over how cute your boyfriend was to be openly carrying his girlfriend on his shoulders, you were filled with a sense of pride when hearing people whisper about what a good boyfriend kunigami was.

“i can see the world.” you joked, but you sounded amazed by the view. it was your first time getting such a clear view of everything you desired like it was a piece of cake.

“is this how it feels to view the world through your eyes, rensuke?” a soft giggle slipped through those soft lips of yours as you hugged your legs tighter around his neck to ensure that you would not fall off (but also making sure not to accidentally suffocate him in the process too).

“perhaps. but i wish you could see what i see whenever i look at you.” kunigami responded with a playful grin.

your heart skipped a beat at his words, suddenly feeling all giddy and floaty on the inside.

oh, how lucky you were to call this man yours.

ᯓ★ itoshi rin ᝰ.ᐟ

the familiar sound of the front door being opened was accompanied by your boyfriend's monotonous voice.

the words that escaped his mouth seemed habitual and subconscious, and you wouldn't doubt that he would still say the same exact thing even if you weren't around to receive his greeting.

“i'm home.”

you immediately sat up from the couch with a smile, turning to glance at your boyfriend so that you could return his greeting.

“welcome home, rin!” your enthusiastic response was something rin could never dream of getting tired of. no matter how many times this scene unfolded in front of him, it never failed to warm that stone-cold heart of his.

it just seemed to fulfill that hidden desire of his to finally feel loved and be appreciated by someone.

but of course, he would rather take this little secret of his down to the grave with him than ever letting you know about it.

“thanks.” rin responded, trying to seem nonchalant about your response. he had barely given a reaction to it for the past year, so why should he now?

“oh, what's that? did someone give you a gift for winning your game today?” rin used the back of his foot to gently kick the door shut behind him as you spoke, pointing at the basket in his hands out of curiosity.

“no, i bought these.” rin rolled his eyes at you. what made you think he would be accepting gifts from anyone other than his girlfriend? he wasn't that much of a sucker for attention from other girls.

before you could follow up with a second question on what was in the basket that looked to be stuffed to the brim with items, rin walked towards you and shoved the basket right in your face.

looking at rin with a raised eyebrow, you held the basket with both your hands and took a look in it, wondering what could rin possibly have bought for the basket to be looking so full yet barely having any weight to it.

inside, there were tampons and pads arranged neatly on the left side of the basket. it was plenty to last you for the next three to four months or so. and the right side was stuffed to the brim with chocolates and sweets that you remembered mentioning to rin about them being your favourite.

and if that wasn't jaw dropping enough, there was also a cute little teddy bear in the basket, staring right back at you with its cute little beady eyes and a cartoon smile.

“you're going to attract flies into your mouth. close up.” rin commented, scoffing in amusement at your reaction to his small gesture. he crossed his arms over his chest, trying his best to remain as indifferent as he could.

but if you took a closer look at him, you would realise that the tips of his ears held a faint red hue to them.

“but rin… what's this for? my period isn't even here yet.” you looked up at him with your stupidly wide eyes that could compare to a puppy's. seriously, sometimes rin wondered how you looked more like a dog than a human.

“yeah, but it's in two days, is it not?” that was a rhetorical question.

it wasn't that rin was genuinely asking whether your period was coming in two days, he knew. he was just telling you in a way that would make him feel like he held the upper hand against you, especially when it came to your own body.

he just wanted to challenge you to prove him wrong, as he always did. his confidence was always sky high— but rightfully so (in his opinion).

you blinked in surprise, grabbing your phone and unlocking it to check your period tracker. you had been losing track of time due to how busy you were that you hadn't even realised that rin was right. your period was coming in two days.

“how'd you know that?” you asked him back, seeming shocked that rin bothered to remember your monthly shark week. you were convinced he barely cared about dates that were not as important to him like anniversaries and your birthday.

“you think you're the only one with a period tracker app? i have it too.” rin answered, sounding as calm and nonchalant as he always did.

come on, it wouldn't hurt for him to show even an ounce of emotion. it was already so painfully obvious how much he loved and cared for you, it wouldn't bring any harm to be nice to you every now and then, would it?

“you're such a creep.” you tried to tease him in a serious tone, biting back the smile that threatened to show on your face. you were trying to get him to show his rare soft side.

but rin was one step ahead of you. he knew you better than the back of his hand, and he didn't hesitate to tease you back.

“i’ll take it as you don't want my gift then. might as well give it to another girl who'll appreciate it more than this ungrateful brat.” as if to entice even more of a reaction out of you, rin slowly edged his hand closer to the basket, threatening to take it away from you.

“what?! no! don't you dare!” you gasped, immediately hugging the basket protectively like it was your newborn baby.

that was exactly the reaction rin wanted out of you.

his cold facade was unable to further resist your cuteness and started to crumbled as a faint smirk ghosted his lips.

his hand that was once edging towards your basket (technically his, since he was the one that paid for everything) moved towards the top of your head to ruffle your hair.

silence filled the room, and you looked up at rin patiently with an anticipating smile on your face, waiting for him to finally say the words he had been holding back all this while.

“ i... i love you.” he eventually whispered out with a defeated sigh, leaning down and planting a soft kiss on your forehead. “don't ever forget that, ‘kay?”

rin knew he was bad at expressing his emotions. but he wanted to make sure to remind you from time to time that his feelings for you would never change. not now, not ever.

ᯓ★ michael kaiser ᝰ.ᐟ

“come.” kaiser patted his lap, a coy smirk on his lips as his sapphire eyes observed your figure standing by the bedroom door, not moving despite his command. “hurry up meine liebe, i don't have all day.”

those words were what finally made you obediently walk towards where kaiser was seated at; the chair just by the vanity table you both shared.

he rested his hand on the vanity table, rhythmically drumming his index finger on the surface of the table as his eyes remained fixated on you.

kaiser was a bold individual, and it was something you both hated and loved simultaneously.

he never tried to hide the fact how his eyes were always lingering on your body, staring at you like you were the next prey he wanted to devour.

even now, he watched intensely as your hips swayed from side to side while you walked across the bedroom to make your way towards him.

it was almost like you were strutting into the lion's den, volunteering to be his next meal.

and even as you finally lowered your hips and straddled his lap, kaiser didn't look away from you for even a second, the smirk on his face only growing more smug and cocky.

“you’re so cute, i can't tell if you're doing this on purpose to seduce me or not.” kaiser couldn't help but tease you, noting how your cheeks were rosy and the way you were trying to avoid his intense stare.

“quit it, mihya. didn't you say you were in a hurry?” you rolled your eyes at your boyfriend's antics. it left you all weak and flustered, and you knew that kaiser took pleasure in seeing how he had the upper hand against you everytime.

you were nothing but a little mouse the lion planned to toy with for amusement before he eventually wolfed you down in his stomach.

“the emperor chooses his next move.” kaiser pointed his index finger at your cheek, slowly inching closer before gently giving you a little poke. “not you.”

despite his words, kaiser moved his hand away from your face to stop messing with you as he was not lying about being short of time.

his hand felt around the vanity table, before coming into contact with just the object he needed.

using his free arm to wrap around your waist to keep you steady in his lap, kaiser brought the eyeliner pen to his lips, using his teeth to bite the cover off before securing it on the back of the pen.

“be a good girl and sit still for me, hmm? i don't have time to redo it if you make me mess up.” typical of kaiser to push the blame onto you if he messed up. he was an egoist, thus his mistakes were never his. it was always someone else's.

he kept his hand steady as he moved the eyeliner closer to your face. once the tip of the red tinted pen was close enough to your skin, you closed your eyes so that kaiser could have an easier time applying it on you.

“you're so adorable for wanting to match with me, you know that meine liebe?” kaiser chuckled, using short and gentle strokes to draw the eyeliner onto your eyelids, just like how he would to himself every morning before he started his day. “you'll look gorgeous once i’m done with you, i promise.”

the room fell into a comfortable after kaiser's reassurance, as kaiser decided to direct his full focus on helping you apply the eyeliner. he didn't want to risk messing up.

afterall, he wouldn't have time to help you redraw it due to him having to rush to practice right after this.

you could feel goosebumps surfacing on your skin when you felt kaiser's hot breath hit your cheek. no doubt that he was intentionally leaning in closer to you just so he could get a reaction out of you, as he always did.

you could picture it in your head: his head tilted in an angle, his eyes squinted in concentration while gently drawing on your eyelids. it felt so comforting that you felt like you could fall asleep on his lap, but you resisted the urge to do so.

the sensation of kaiser stroking the eyeliner against your eyelids stopped, before the sound of him popping the cap back on the pen was heard.

“open your eyes, pretty girl. we're all done.” kaiser placed the eyeliner back in the drawer, his other arm still securely keeping you on his lap by holding your waist.

when you opened your eyes, kaiser's face was just inches away from yours. your eyes widened slightly at how close he was to you, trying to remain your composure.

the cocky smirk on his lips proved that he did this on purpose to entice a reaction out of you. before you could resist, your boyfriend leaned in, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

“take a look in the mirror, liebe. don't you just look so beautiful?” kaiser whispered huskily in your ear, gently grasping your chin between his thumb and index finger and guiding your face to turn towards the mirror on the vanity table.

you took a closer look at the reflection in front of you. you, sitting intimately on kaiser's lap whilst he had an arm slung around your waist and the both of you having matching red eyeliners. it looked…

“perfect.” you whispered it out loud without realising.

“oh? what was that?” kaiser leaned his ear closer to your mouth, taunting you to speak up so that he could hear you say it again, but louder.

“i said it looks perfect.” you replied without hesitation, and kaiser seemed satisfied by your obedience today. it was always a nice sight whenever you played along with his annoying and teasing nature.

“and you're perfect for me, liebe.” your boyfriend moved his hand to cup your cheek, the pad of his thumb caressing the fat of it. “you don't understand how grateful i am to have you by my side.”

and you could just about say the same thing about him.

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ana-chan164 · 3 months

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• Blue lock boys with their kids ♡.

< part 1 >

{Nagi seishiro, Mikage reo, Isagi yoichi, Bachira Meguru, Itoshi sae and Itoshi rin}

Artist in twitter: _nnt0k

@vampirenightmare

I'm really, really, really sorry because I was away for so long 😭😭, and I'm sorry for implementing your request so late. I was very busy with school and didn't have time to translate anything due to the difficulty of our studies and the school stage I am in now, in addition to the pressure on us with exams.. Finally, after much trouble, I took a 17-day vacation to rest from school ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ.

(I will post the second part now)

Hope you enjoy ♡.

#bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x you #bllk x y/n #itoshi rin x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #mikage reo x y/n #bachira x y/n #itoshi sae x reader #isagi x y/n #itoshi rin #itoshi sae #mikage reo #bachira meguru #isagi yoichi #nagi seishiro

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mitsuyeaah · 10 months

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movie night.

— bachira meguru x f! reader

cw: college au, aged up!bachira, nsfw (mdni), smut, cockwarming, unprotected sex, semi-public sex (in the living room), creampie, pet names (baby)

a/n: i am down bad for this man <3

it was post-finals and your friends have decided to celebrate the end of the exam season by having a movie night at one of the dorms. you didn’t really mind what movie they picked as long as you got to spend time with them. you and your boyfriend—bachira—sat together on one corner of the room, you sat in between his legs on the arm chair with a blanket draped over both your shoulders.

your friends cooed at how cute and snuggle the two of you looked, tucked under the blanket and shielded from the cold winter air. innocent. that’s probably the initial thought your friends had in mind, they didn’t bat an eye further at the two of you, and focused on the movie ahead. as snuggly as it may seem on the outside, what was happening under the blanket was rather lewd, and naughty to say the least.

before the movie had started, bachira had asked you so sweetly to cockwarm him. of course at first the idea seemed wild given the fact that the two of you were surrounded by your friend group but he reassured you that nothing else was going to happen. or so you thought.

you leaned your torso against bachira’s chest, his chin resting on your shoulder, and your hand intertwined with his own while the two of you focused on the movie—with the entirety of his hard cock sheathed inside you.

it was going well. during the first half of the movie, you and bachira were actually focused on the movie despite him being inside you; that was until he started getting handsy with you, running his slender hands up and down your waist, peppering the side of your neck with wet kisses, and massaging your tummy. his hands were dangerously close to the apex of your legs.

you’ve whispered his name as a warning several times, to which he responded with, “i’m not doing anything, baby..” you couldn’t see his face but you knew it donned a sly smile—a smile that told you he had other motives. bachira knew that if you didn’t want any of this, you would’ve sternly told him but the way his name shakily rolled off your tongue indicated that you wanted to see where this would go.

of course you did, you were just as naughty as he was.

you could feel your cheeks heat up as bachira moved his hips around to try and get comfortable—per his words—of course you knew that was a total lie. the way his blunt tip rubbed against your g-spot caused you to tighten your grip around his wrists. “bachira..” you let out a shaky breath but this did nothing but spur on the man behind you.

“isn’t this fun?” he mused against your ear, placing his hands on your hips. fuck. oh fuck. you knew what was going to come next, and you bit the bottom of your lip, hard before bachira started thrusting his hips up. his thrusts were shallow since the entirety of his cock was already inside from the beginning—it wasn’t enough for others to notice what the two of you were doing under the blanket but it was definitely enough to bring tears in your eyes.

bachira shakily hummed and buried his face into your neck, his breath ghosting over your skin and leaving goosebumps. you felt hot. everything felt hot. a light sheen of sweat covered your whole body that was under the blanket. from the outside, it just looked like he was shielding his view from the horror movie everyone was watching—a habit he does but in reality, bachira was just trying to keep his whimpers at bay.

“f-fuck.. meguru..” a tear rolled down your cheek as you closed your eyes shut. you were already on edge since you started cockwarming him, and now that he was moving his cock, you absolutely were losing your mind.

for you two, the movie was long forgotten and only one thing in focus—reaching your orgasm. the hesitancy you had earlier was gone, out of sight, you wanted to cum no matter what. bachira let out a breathy chuckle and rested his chin on your shoulder. his hands left your hips, wandering underneath your hoodie to cup your breasts. “oh, no bra? how naughty..”

a whimper escaped your lips as he started massaging your breasts, his fingers lightly pinching at the hardened but. your eyes shot open at the sound that left you, darting throughout the room to see if anyone noticed. the panic within you slowly settled down as none of them seemed to hear your whimper but that was until you made eye contact with kunigami.

fuck.

“heh, of course you’re crying at the dog that died.” kunigami laughed before getting up to grab the tissue box off the coffee table. panic arose within you as he started walking towards your direction; it seemed like out of you and bachira, you were the only one panicking because it looked like he was finding this amusing given the chuckle he just let out, and the teasing tone in his voice.

“oh my, my baby is crying? it’s sad right?” bachira mocked you because he knew damn well he was the one making you cry—not from sadness, from pleasure. kunigami jutted the box of tissues in front of you, and with a shaky hand, you grabbed it and meekly smiled up at him. “hm? not going to thank him? he went out of his way to give it to you, baby..” your boyfriend slyly whispered into your ear.

you mentally cursed him, taking a wobbly breath in before opening your mouth. “thank—ah!” your eyes widened as bachira grounded your ass further onto his lap, causing the tip of his dick to deliciously rub against your g-spot.

your friend furrowed his brows and asked you if you were okay. his eyes weren’t the only pair on you now, the rest of your friends looked back at you and bachira after hearing your yelp. you wanted the ground to swallow you whole. the heat from your cheeks spread up to your ears, as well as down across your chest. “haha! you’re really crying over the death of a dog?” isagi laughed, pointing a finger at you.

you ignored his teasing and nodded your head at kunigami, “y-yeah.. ‘m fine. just got cramps is all..” you mustered a smile. thankfully, he believed it and went back to his seat. the rest of your friends also quickly forgot about the two of you and were now focused on the screen ahead. “bachira, you little shit.” you gritted your teeth.

“that’s meguru to you~ also, from what i’ve been hearing, it seems like you’re enjoying it.” he stuck out his tongue and resumed thrusting his hips up into you before you could retort. you slumped against his torso, your chest heaving up and down as your breathing turned into pants.

with every thrust of his hips, the tingling sensation in your limbs grew—the familiar sensation in the pit of your stomach caused your muscles to tighten, and your head to spin. “fuck..! fuck..! i-i’m almost there, megu—aah!” you let out a quiet whine as your back arched, knuckles turning white from how hard you gripped the hem of the blanket. bachira kissed up the side of your neck to leave wet trails, he hummed as he got to your ear. “cum for me then.. i know you can do it. cream around this cock like the naughty girl you are.”

how he replied in a sing-song voice while thrusting up was beyond you. you didn’t know how he was able to quietly reply without a single moan escaping his lips but you didn’t care about that right now—you cared about your orgasm.

“mhm—ah!” the whimper you let out was a little too loud for your liking but thankfully, the loud sound effects from the movie completely drowned it out. bachira whispered sweet nothings into your ear, encouraging you to cum for him with that saccharine tone in his voice.

and you did. oh, you did. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your cunt tightened around his dick. the intense pleasure coursed through your body was you came around him. bachira rode out your orgasm by rubbing fast, tight circles on your clit, and whispering praising while his other hand ghosted up and down your waist.

you trembled against his hold as you came down from your orgasm. “mmm~ cum for me, meguru..” reaching a hand behind you, you played with his hair—your nails slightly scratching at his scalp. bachira practically purred at this, it always drove him crazy when you played with his hair.

“ngh—ah! aah—haah! you feel so good mhm~” bachira buried his face in the junction of your neck, muffling his whines against your sweaty skin. his grip tightened on your hips as he rocked it back and forth on his lap, earning a small moan from you.

“so, how did you guys like the movie?” chigiri mused from the couch. bachira looked up from your neck, heavily panting, cheeks in a shade of crimson red, and his bangs sticking to his forehead.

“y-yeah, it was good! too good, right?” he nudged you. you mindlessly nodded, your mind too fogged with lust. it was definitely good indeed, amazing even. maybe you’d even initiate these movie nights more often.

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maochira · 10 months

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Hello! Can you do shidou, bachira and reo with a child sibling reader that collects plushies and is very attached to them?

As a plushie lover and collector, I adore this request <3

Requests open! - masterlist

Tags: gn!younger sibling!reader, fluff

Shidou

-he punches them and thinks it's funny

-he also throws and kicks them around like soccer balls

-he may be mean to your plushies but he loves them as well

-he doesn't buy you plushies often, but when he does it's really ugly ones. But that kind of ugly when they're so ugly they're cute again so you adore those plushies very much (also because they're from your brother)

-sometimes he likes to mess around with them and puts all of your plushies in a summoning circle, acting out some kind of "ritual" but he never elaborates what he's actually doing if you ask

Bachira

-he loves your plushies just as much as you do

-he definitely treats them as if they were your babies

-he talks to them ALL THE TIME. Even if you're not at home

-sometimes he just goes into your room as starts a convo with one of your plushies

-it's always funny to you to listen to the little rants he holds in front of your plushies

-but when you're not at home and he talks to them, it's usually about how much he loves you. He kind of believes if he talks positively about you in front of them, they'll keep that energy and make you feel safe with your plushies when your brother isn't around

Reo

-he absolutely LOVES to spoil you with new plushies

-he buys special/limited edition versions of plushies from your favourite franchises all the time

-honestly, 95% of the plushies you own were bought by him

-every time he's in a store and sees plushies, even if it's just little keychain ones, he HAS to look around to check if there's one that you'd like

-if he doesn't find one, he doesn't get one. But if there's one or more he thinks you'd like? He probably spends more money on that than what he came to the store for in the first place

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zeijia · 9 months

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꒰ᐢ..ᐢ゛everyone gets a turn !!

info; you're Isagi Yoichi's sweet girlfriend, who also had done a dirty deed with his friends.

featuring. ITOSHI RIN, NAGI SEISHIRO, BACHIRA MEGURU, CHIGIRI HYOMA !! [SEPERATE] x AFAB!READER

cw. oral, cheating, degration, praise, mommy kink, tit fucking, choking, gagging, riding, clothed grinding, fingering, vaginal penetration, squirting

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

CHAPTER II >0<

Your boyfriend, Isagi Yoichi, has always been a sweet and caring boy. He was always giddy, he showers you with love and care, and he's always by your side. He was also friendly, too. So you knew his friends after a few months of dating. Isagi's friends were your friends, too. Isagi wasn't oblivious, except for one thing.

It's the fact his friends have all had a taste of pleasure with you.

But how could you bring yourself to tell him that? It would break his poor heart. He was a sweetheart, a certified lover boy. So there was no way you could tell him that. So here you are, cheating on your boyfriend.

ITOSHI RIN was the first guy to have a taste of you. He hated your boyfriend. He considered Isagi as his rival, and he would do anything to beat Isagi. It annoyed him when Isagi introduced such a pretty thing to them, being extremely affectionate with you, calling you these stupid endearments, and you were doing the same, too. It was annoying, and Rin couldn't stand that. The fact that Isagi had gotten himself such a gorgeous lady made his rage towards Isagi grow further. He saw how happy you are with isagi, smiling and talking to his friends, and even talking to him. You looked up to him, like literally, since he was a tall guy, after all. Your doe eyes would always give him goosebumps, he wondered, what would you look like looking up to him with those eyes as you sucked his dick off like your life depended on it? Well, that was exactly what was happening now.

“Go on, take it. You can do it, doll.” he coos, his hand gripping the back of your skull as he pushed your head further, causing you to take more of his huge cock. Muffled whines were heard from you as he kept on pushing you forward, forcing you to take down his dick, and fucking your throat. Your eyes widened when you felt his cock hit the back of your throat, and you looked up at him. That's the view Itoshi Rin wanted to see. Your pretty eyes all teary, a blush on your cheek, and your mouth stuffed full with his cock. “fuck… what a whore.” he groaned out, throwing his head back on the sofa as you started sucking down on his cock, his heavy hand still on your head, his thumb giving your hair a few strokes. “I wonder what Isagi would do if he saw this.” Rin scoffed, and you whined with the thought of your boyfriend catching you two, sending vibrations down his cock. “Fuck- good, that's it.” a half smirk was present on Rin's face, as he looked down once more at you, your tears now streaming down your face as you proceeded to suck him off.

He then grabbed your hair, and started bobbing your head on his cock, causing you to gag. “Ah fuck.. yeah, just like- ngh, just like that.” he grunted, looking at your face as you proceeded to choke and gag on his cock, he loved this sight, he loved seeing you take his fat dick on your mouth. “That asshole's a lucky bastard, tch.” he muttered out, in annoyance on how Isagi's gotten you, on how Isagi probably stuffed up your cunt and turned you into a moaning mess for him. He was annoyed, and proceeded to go faster, causing you to whine. You had no control, and Rin was being too harsh with you, but you can't deny that you don't like it. You loved it. A few more minutes of you throttling on his cock, and he finally came down your throat. He pulled away from your mouth, and more spurts of his cum spilled on your pretty face, the sight gave him an ego boost, it was his way of saying 'fuck you, Isagi.' , it felt like he had won something against Isagi. “now this is more like it.”

NAGI SEISHIRO who didn't seem to care when Isagi introduced a girl, but something caught his attention. Your chest. It was.. well, he would be lying if he said it didn't turn him on. He knew it would be wrong if he did something to his friend's girl, but hey, what would go wrong if he doesn't find out? His logic was simple. He thought having a raging hard dick in his sweatpants each time he thinks of you was such a hassle, which is why he invited you over in disguise that you two would only play some games he bought. So why are you here, sitting down on his bed, your cardigan thrown away somewhere in his room, him laying down as you pushed your breasts together, squeezing them down on Nagi's cock? “l-like this, nagi?” you asked, you were rather shy, the blush on your face visible as you looked up at him. “mph- mhm. Yeah, just like that..” he murmured, as you slowly started to rub your breasts together on his cock. “does it.. feel good, seishiro?” you asked, your focus on how his dick twitched once you started moving your boobs together. “yes.. ah! shit, feels good..” he whimpered out, your lips kissing the tip of his cock and giving it kitten licks. “mfff….hah, just like that, just like that… mommy.” he groaned, feeling your warm tongue suck the tip of his cock and your round breasts rubbing against his length.

You were slightly surprised when Nagi called you 'mommy', but you figured he wanted to be taken care of. Isagi told you Nagi was a slacker, and how lazy Nagi is outside the field. With those thoughts on your head, you looked at the snowy haired boy, sweat dripping on his face and neck, whimpers, groans, and grunts being heard from him. A sly smile crept up on your face, “there, there, seishiro. Mommy will take care of you, okay?” you chuckled, taking his tip back on your mouth and rubbing your breasts faster, and that earned a moan from him. “wanna cum, wanna cum, mommy please.. ah-!” his breath hitched, and you felt his dick twitch again, and you pulled his tip out of your mouth, as warm liquid came out of his dick, making a mess on your breasts.

Nagi let out a long sigh, and his gaze looking back at you. “good boy, seishiro.” you smiled at him, before crawling towards him and giving him a pat in the head. He then pulled you closer, sitting you on his lap, his dick resting just under your ass, as he gave your nipple a teasing bite. “wanna make you feel good too, mommy.”

BACHIRA MEGURU who was Isagi's self proclaimed best, best, bestest friend. You found his extraordinary behavior funny, it amused you every time Bachira would do silly things in public with no shame at all. You never suspected Bachira to be the type to be possessive, obsessive, or anything dark whatsoever.

Bachira had always been a ball of sunshine, his optimism always cheered you up, even during times you and Isagi would have a little quarrel, Bachira would be there for you to hear you rant on about Isagi and cheer you up afterwards. By cheering up, it means eating you up and murmuring sweet nothings as he laps on your cunt.

“I'm sure he doesn't mean it, pretty.” Bachira murmured, as he kissed your clit before sucking back on it, his two fingers prodding on your hole. “I'm sure he'll apologize,” he breaks contact with your clit, as his two fingers toyed with your throbbing hole. “and everything will be alriiiiiiight soon.” he smiled, dipping down on your clit again, bullying it with his skilled tongue. Bachira never failed to cheer you up, to make you feel good. “hngh.. meguru-! ah.. no-not there!” you moaned out, as he curled his fingers inside your cunt, earning a loud moan from you. His fingers were long and it never made you feel empty, it went along with his tongue that was so fucking skilled, it alone could make you come undone. You threw your head back on the sofa, seeing stars as Bachira was skillfully eating you out and fingering you.

“See? He's already calling.” Bachira smiled, looking at your phone that was beside you as he pulled his tongue away from your clit, his fingers still playing with you. “go on, answer him.” Bachira spoke and handed you the phone, his voice laced with mischief. Your head was in a haze, as you took the phone and answered your boyfriend. “Hey, Y/n, uh.. I know I was a jerk..” your boyfriend Isagi trailed off, talking about his mistakes and what he did wrong and apologizing to you. He was being genuine and sincere with you, but you didn't even get a single thing he said.

Why? Because you were focused on the pleasure Bachira was giving you. His tongue abusing your poor clit, his fingers curling inside your cunt, and you tried not to make any noise as you felt your stomach tighten a knot forming in your stomach as you whispered to bachira, “'m gonna cum..!” you hushed him, signaling him to stop, but he only gave you a half-assed smirk and continued further, causing you to use your other hand to cover your mouth, “and that's that. I'm sorry, please forgive me, Y/N. I didn't mean it.” your boyfriend finished whatever he was saying, but you also finished and came undone on Bachira's tongue and made a mess on his fingers. Your eyes rolled back, seeing stars as you sighed out, trying to come down from your peak of pleasure.

Bachira gave you a wink, and the sigh sounded like those sighs your girlfriend would give you after hearing your apology, and Isagi did not suspect anything. “Okay.. I accept your apology, Yoichi.. 'm sorry too..” you muttered on the phone, and your other hand gave Bachira a pat in the head. Little does Isagi know that, that “sorry” had two meanings.

CHIGIRI HYOMA who you considered to be your best friend out of Isagi's friends. Chigiri was sassy, and he had an attitude, too. You easily got along with him, both of you talking about skin care products, hair products, lotions, all of those stuff. Isagi smiled at you two's friendship. He was happy that you could have a relatable talk with someone in his circle of friends cause they were all boys. You trusted Chigiri, alot. He was always giving you advice, and you two became close. He would tell you some gossip he heard, and you would tell him gossip from your college in return. One day, he invited you to watch movies at his place, just a normal, friendly, and casual hang out for close friends.

But somehow, you're on his lap, grinding your clothed pussy lazily at his crotch. “geez.. we only agreed for movies.” he sighed, placing his hands on your waist. “Though, I suppose I wouldn't mind a little activity.” he added, and that gave you the signal to take your panties off, and he did the same, swiftly taking his underwear off, before you went back crashing onto his lips, and crawling back to his lap, his hand pressing back on your ass, as you made yourself comfortable. You looked at his dick, he was hung. He was.. big. You gulped, wondered if you could take that in. “What's the matter? Have you and Isagi never done it?” Chigiri queried, getting a load at your expression. “We have but-” you paused, “it's just so… big.” you shyly admitted “so is Isagi that small?” he teased, a giggle following after. You couldn't possibly respond after that. It was awkward. “alright, let's get serious now, go, ride me.” he quickly averted his gaze back to you, as you nodded and inserted his length down on your pretty pussy.

Your wetness coating his dick, as it went inside. Slowly but surely, it found itself home and cozy inside your cunt as you nuzzled your head on the crook of his neck. “you're so.. fucking tight.” Chigiri grunted, as he slowly started thrusting, and you rocked along with his rhythm, bouncing on his cock. “you're like a virgin, first time being fucked by a cock this big?” he teased you, pulling you into a deep heated kiss as your hips moved in sync with his. Each thrust made you see stars. “haaah.. hyoma.. so- ah! hngh.. so good..” you moaned out, “oh I bet it does." The steady pace got you feeling comfortable, and it caught you off guard when he started thrusting faster. “ah-! wa-wait.. hyo-hyoma!” you mewled out, as he continued to thrust despite your protests. “sorry pretty.” he grunted, the fast pace made you feel so so good.

A new found feeling you never thought would come. Isagi was often soft with you, he would be slow and steady unless you tell him to or when he's frustrated, but Chigiri.. his speed was something else, and his cock being buried so deep inside you made you feel insane pleasure. You might just cum right away. “i-i'm gonna.. cum! gonna cum, hyoma- ah!” you whined out, a smirk was present in Chigiri's face, as he only thrusted faster and harsher. You were crying, wrapping your arms around him, babbling nonsense and chanting his name like some prayer. Music to Chigiri's ears. It wasn't long before your pleasure washed you over. And no, it wasn't any ordinary orgasm you'd experience, you squirted.

“holy- fuck, never knew you were a squirter.” Chigiri gasped, witnessing how you squirted on his cock, and your body tensed up. “do that again.” he stated, his voice stern. Chigiri knows what he wants, and he's getting it. Something tells you this will be a very, very, long day.

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