#meguru x black!reader

[ze0re]

╭﹐❣︎﹕ They Find Out You,re A Girl﹒〣 ﹕‹𝟹 － 𝖬𝖤𝖦𝖴𝖱𝖴 𝖡. 𝖪𝖴𝖭𝖨𝖦𝖠𝖬𝖨 𝖱. 𝖸𝖮𝖨𝖢𝖧𝖨 𝖨. 𝖱𝖤𝖮 𝖬.

cw/tw. fluff, teasing (not sexually)

an. got this idea from watching Mulan 🙎🏽‍♀️ also they might be a tad bit oc but not really, i just started watching Blue lock and i’m already on episode 11 so i do apologize if they seem oc. Also i’m only doing four characters since it’s my first time writing for this anime but next one there will be more people! anywho enjoooyyyy .

𝖬𝖤𝖦𝖴𝖱𝖴 𝖡𝖨𝖢𝖧𝖨𝖱𝖠

It didn’t take him that long to put two and two together that you were a fake male.

I mean the hints were obvious, your feminine body, you’re a tad bit shorter than the group, your scent was way different and you were always the last one to leave the locker room. He was surprised the others didn’t catch on when the hints were there but he wasn’t going to tell on you, honest truth is he likes you and took interest in you so there’s no point in snitching. Your skills were unmatched, you were fast and extremely talented, seeing that you placed 270 on your band made him question things about the rank, the way your body has control over itself when having the ball, your dribbling skills..that’s what made him interested into you which made you both end up being friends.

Spending your time with him and growing more of a bond you started to grow slight feelings for him…but that’s for another time ;)

You on the other hand were utterly shocked that they didn’t catch on you were a girl..maybe they were just dumb or too focused on winning the matches. After the game with Team V, all of you guys celebrated in the locker room with screams and laughs of joy, you were blessed that none of them were completely naked especially Bachira for some reason who was always butt booty naked,

It was all laughs and smiles that night as the boys made their way back to the room deciding to do the tradition celebration potluck, Isagi noticed you weren’t with the group questioning you on why you weren’t following along, “Hey (Y/N), you coming?” You simply shook your head with a soft smile, “Ah, no imma stay back for a while i gotta do something. I’ll catch up with you guys later,” He hummed with a nod before walking out of the door catching up with the group, seeing that he finally left you sighed in relief taking off the blue jersey tossing it on the bench as well taking your hair out of the short ponytail you had in with your locs.

Sighing once more you placed your head against the locker feeling your heart speed up, “It’s too late to turn back now,” You mumbled, before you had the chance to recollect yourself you felt a hot breath hit your neck, “So you are a girl..?” You gasped lightly, quickly turning around to be faced with Bachira who slightly towered over you with a grin on his face, your back instantly collided with the lockers as you looked up at him staring into his gold eyes with your shocked ones, “Bachira!? It’s not what you think-“ He hummed, leaning his face closer down to yours to the point you feel his breath hit your lips, “Oh cmon (Y/N), there’s no reason to keep lying, yeah?” You opened your mouth to defend yourself but quickly closed it knowing he was right.

There was no getting out of this even if you tried, you huffed looking away. “How did you even figure out i was a girl?” He shrugged his shoulders, “It was obvious really, your scent is different from ours, you’re a lot shorter and your body is more feminine which completed the whole thing.'' When he finished, you could physically feel your eye twitch. YOU WERE THAT OBVIOUS?! I mean you were obvious but you didn’t think you were THAT obvious, you thought if you worked out more with your back muscles it would’ve at least not given them the hint you had a feminine body! Seeing your utter defeat he chuckled, “There’s no reason to be defeated, I'm the only one who catched on with your little secret,” Well that made everything better you guessed, “Just..Bachira please don’t say anything. If they find out they’re gonna freak out and if that maniac in the computer finds out i’m gonna get kicked out.” You sighed looking into his eyes, he hummed in response looking into your (E/C) orbs as if he’s getting lost into them, with a small smile.

“Your secret is safe with me sweets.”

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𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖲𝖴𝖪𝖤 𝖪𝖴𝖭𝖨𝖦𝖠𝖬𝖨

The only reason he found out is when your voice accidentally slipped when you were training together.

You didn’t mean to lose your temper honestly! But he was teasing you about how bad you couldn’t block his shots and being the short temper person you lost your cool and accidentally let your real voice slip, hearing your slighter high pitched voice from your fake deep one echo through the training room as you both stood there in utter silence staring at one another.

Kunigami stood there with wide eyes staring at you as you avoided his stare at all cost. You lost your cool and now you’re caught, just your fucking luck any minute now you swore you could hear crickets by how silent it was. Building up the courage you cleared your throat finally forcing yourself to look up at him, “Kunigami- '' You started but got interrupted by a gasp when he backed you up into a wall, arms crossed staring down at you. Shit being corned like this by a big guy is kinda scary, “What are you doing here knowing this is an all boys union?” He questioned letting his deep voice echo through your ears, you swallowed that giant lump in your throat as you held eye contact with him, “Uhm..i just..i.” You stuttered, having a hard time to finish your sentence, for some reason hearing your stutter and seeing how difficult it was for you to finish his face softened a little knowing he probably had that mean muggin face placed.

He doesn’t know why his face did that but he didn’t really care, he sighed. “Listen (Y/N), it’s not like i’m gonna tell or snitch on you- just wanna know why a girl like you is in an all boys soccer union.” He asked with a softer tone, you groaned leaning your whole weight against the wall with your arms crossed. “As you know my passion is playing soccer and being the world's greatest spiker— and since there isn’t exactly a girl blue lock union I decided to come here instead…By” You paused looking down, “By stealing my brother's letter and basically making me into him so it would’ve been believable,” You finished, Kunigami looked at you speechless you really did the extreme to steal your own brothers letter to enter the blue lock program, “And before you say anything. Yes I know i’m a dick for doing that but he doesn’t even care about it to begin with! He only got the letter because of me so i decided to take my opportunity and steal it,” Again he looked at you in disbelief,

This is why you didn’t wanna get caught, you hated explaining things but you knew what you were getting into when joining the program, your eyes everted to his orange ones hearing him murmured, “Wow..that’s- damn (Y/N)” He slightly chuckled running a hand through his orange spiked hair, hearing his chuckle made you form a small smile of your own. “But if you did make it, that would mean you have to act like a boy for the rest of your career,” You nodded your head, pushing some of the twists out of your face, “Yeah..but i knew what i was getting into when joining. So please Kuni..keep this between us?” For some reason hearing your soft voice speak and hearing a nickname you called him made him slightly blush looking away, you paused for a minute to see his face turn slightly red, you grinned. “Are you blushing, Kuni?” There you go again, talking in that soft voice with that nickname leaving your mouth,

He grumbled, “Shut up! I’m not, and stop with the nickname.” You giggled slightly seeing how flustered he got, “Oh come on, is this your first time getting a nickname?” You questioned, he mumbled in response, “So what if it is..” You smiled once again, “So cute.” You teased, Kungami rolled his eyes feeling a small smile tug on his lips, “You keep this whole situation between us, got it?” You nodded your head, “Yessir.”

“And I'll keep this secret of yours safe.”

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𝖸𝖮𝖨𝖢𝖧𝖨 𝖨𝖲𝖠𝖦𝖨

Isagi found out when he accidentally walked into the locker room seeing you shirtless with a bandaged chest and your hair down from the pony tail you had in earlier with wide eyes and a flustered face.

You didn’t notice he had came in at first till you turned around to see him by the door with wide eyes staring at you, shocking you as well pausing your actions to look at him, “(Y/N)?!” He questioned, shit you weren’t careful enough to look around your surroundings, you gulped down that giant lump in your throat, “Isagi i can explain-“ Before you could get the sentence out he ran out of the locker room with a still red face and many thoughts running in his head.

Should I tell everyone? Do I keep this to myself??

Wait no i can’t tell anyone about this or what i saw..but i can’t keep this to myself! I have to tell someone anyon-

“Hey Isagi! Where you go man?” Igarashi questioned spotting him walk into the room, Isagi looked up to the group making their eyes widen, “Woah dude! Why is your face red?” He gasped lightly forgetting his face turned red after the whole incident that just happened, “My face? I- well you see-“ He got interrupted when you walked into the room taking everyone’s attention off him and onto you, “Took you long enough!” Jingo yelled, you nervously chuckled, “Sorry guys, i took longer than expected.” You cleared, avoiding eye contact with the black head as he stared at you. “Well since everyone is here let’s all go to sleep, we have a match against Team Y tomorrow.” Gagamaru stated, everyone nodded their heads and went to the their assigned sleeping bags,

You walked to your sleeping bag that was unluckily across from Isagi avoiding all his stares, getting under the blanket, shakily breathing out to yourself, forcing your eyes closed to try to sleep it off. As for Isagi he couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t when he just found out one of the best players on Team Z is a girl it was just the thought clouding his mind. He huffed as he sat up to be met with your figure, he couldn’t take it anymore he needed to talk about what happened earlier, “(Y/N),” He whispered, you flinched hearing his voice call out your name, tightening your grip on the blanket,

“We need to talk about what happened,” He said, you grumbled, “There’s nothing to talk about it,” You said in your real voice he rolled his eyes grumbling in response, “There is something we need to talk about,” Silence filled the room as you started to think to yourself, if i tell him he might sell me out to the others..but the time i’ve been playing with him and getting to know him he probably won’t..ugh why did i have to get caught. You huffed, ripping the blanket off, sitting up straight to be faced with his dark blue eyes with your own dark (E/C) ones. “Fine,”

-

You leaned against the wall with your arms crossed, glaring at the hard ground. It was silent between you both, he didn’t know how to start this conversation and you didn’t feel like explaining yourself, “Uhm..so-“ You cut him off, “Isagi, listen, what you saw back in the locker room keep that between us. I can’t afford to get kicked out, I already made it this far so please just don’t sell me out.” You finally looked up to make eye contact with him, he felt his air way get caught in his throat as he stared into your eyes, he felt his face go slightly red getting a real close to your features now.

He’s now noticing how feminine your face looks, your nose, your eyes, your cheeks and lips— and your hair! He was surprised you were able to trick the whole team into thinking you’re a male, he blinked a couple of times nodding his head, “Y-Yeah..your secret is safe with me.” You sighed in relief finally letting that tense feeling go, “Thank you Isagi,” You smiled, he swore he felt his face go hotter just seeing your smile,

“Yeah..yeah..”

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Isagi has my heart <𝟥

𝖱𝖤𝖮 𝖬𝖨𝖪𝖠𝖦𝖤

Reo found out when you yelled at him not watching out for your real voice, it was when you guys had lost to Team Z. Everyone was in disbelief about the whole match, some mad some upset shi you were even pissed off about the whole thing. You were upset at yourself for not getting there on time, you let the team down you couldn’t help be feel at fault here.

The members tried to comfort you saying you tried your best but you couldn’t believe them..to make things worse Reo was frustrated and pissed off. He didn’t even mean a single word he said to you but he couldn’t control his feelings at the time, “Reo i already know i fucked up you don’t gotta remind me.” Your voice snarled glaring at the purple head through your eyelashes as he scoffed with a sarcastic grin, “I wouldn’t have to remind you if you would’ve just gotten to the ball! You’re our fourth best player, you had that!” You stood up with a scoff of your own, you took one step forward before Nagi had to hold you back, “That’s enough Reo, (Y/N) tried his best,” He defended but he only rolled his eyes, “If he was trying his best we could’ve won against them!”

That was it, you growled under your voice ripping your way out of Nagi’s hand being face to face with him, “Listen you jackass, i know i fucked up ight!? I know i didn’t get to that ball on time like i predicted but you don’t gotta put the whole blame on me! We all lost as a team and i already feel like shit for selling us that win,” The rest of the group went silent hearing your higher pitched voice from your deep one echo through the locker room, Reo eyes widened, “What happened to your..” You know you fucked up by revealing your real voice but there was no turning back now, you didn’t give a damn at the moment. You scoffed, “My voice? If you haven’t guessed it i’m a girl genius.” You said bumping into his shoulder walking out of the locker room to Team V’s room.

The locker room was silent as they saw you stomp off, Nagi sighed walking to sit on the bench as Reo stood there still in shock, “One of our best players is a girl? How did she..” One of them started, but stopped still in disbelief. Reo ran a hand through his hair staring at the ground, with a grumbled Tsurugi walked up to him placing a hand on his shoulder fixing his glasses with the other hand. “I suggest you go talk to her about an apology,” He looked up at the black head who looked at him, “Did you know about this?!” Tsurugi nodded his head looking back at Nagi who looked at the both, “Me and Nagi knew.” He slowly nodded his head looking away from the taller male,

You slammed down your jersey onto the bed, running your hands through your hair slightly gripping it due to irritation. You started to grumble cuss words under your breath only to stop to hear the door open and close, you didn’t bother to look up assuming it was either Nagi or Tsurugi coming to check on you but you were wrong. “(Y/N)?” You looked up at him making eye contact with him with a scowl on your face. “What? Hear to yell at me and say it’s my fault again?” He sighed softly shaking his head, “No..I wanted to apologize for what i said.” You squint your eyes slightly at him, leaning on one leg with your arms crossed, “Go on.” He cleared his throat, “I’m sorry for yelling at you back there, I was just pissed and I let my emotions run free without watching for it, so I'm sorry.”

You raised a brow, but hummed in response. “Next time you yell at me I'll throw a soccer ball at your head.” He chuckled in response, rolling his eyes, “Yeah yeah whatever..but uh what’s with…all of this?” He spoke indicating finding out you were indeed a girl in an all boys soccer program. You shrugged, “Well you found out i’m a girl obviously due to me using my real voice and not giving a damn. And since i..basically exposed myself from losing my temper please don’t tell anyone that the fourth best player on Team V is a female, i don’t know how the other boys will handle the fact a girl sneaked into Bluelock. I can’t afford to get kicked out..so please tell the team to not tell anyone,” Reo softly smiled towards you, placing a hand on your shoulder,

"Your secret is safe with me."

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[kazvha]

Okay but blue lock character(s) after seeing that their name in your phone is just “name surname” after you send them a ss of something and they are like “Excuse me??????” (Bachira totally wouldn’t go all pouty and mad because he has you as some cheesy as shit with million emojis)

Summary: Isagi's & Bachira's (separate) reaction when they see that you saved them as their surname

Notes: This was long due, I'm so sorry for taking so long!!!🥲

Isagi

• You showed him the picture you set as the background for your chats

• It was a pic of you and Isagi being all lovey-dovey on one of your dates

• He loved it, his background is also a picture of you two

• But he was surprised when he saw your contact name for him

• 'Isagi'????

• He wasn't sure if he should ask you about it or not

• He pondered about it the entire time you spend together

• Before you could say goodbye though, he finally asked you. It just took him a few hours🥲

• "Earlier when you showed me your phone, I saw that you saved me as my surname? Can't it be something... more intimate?" He sheepishly looked to the side

• You thought it was really cute of him

• "You're saved as 'Yoichi<333' now! Happy?" You gave him a side hug.

• He smiled. "Yeah."

Bachira

• You noticed that Bachira chose a new ridiculous profile pic like he always does

• Intrigued, you took a screenshot of it and texted your boyfriend about it

• "Megu, what in the world is wrong with your new profile pic?"

• "Oh this is? This is just me running away from some aggressive ducks after I noticed I don't have any breadcrumbs anymore. Doesn't it look funny?"

• After cracking up for some minutes about this memory, he noticed the contact name he had in the screenshot you sent him

• 'Bachira Meguru'??? Seriously??

• No nickname, no hearts, no nothing!?

• Did you want to break him?

• "Babe what is this :("

• "What?"

• He sent you the screenshot you took again, but this time his name was boldly underlined with a red color

• "THIS!😤" "Don't you love me anymore?? Is that it???😭😭😭

• This guy... Being dramatic as always in your relationship

• You quickly replied before it escalated more

• "Noooo😭 That's what I saved you as when I got your number, I forgot to change it lol"

"Change it now before my heart breaks completely🥺😔"

• You really didn't have the energy to deal with a sulking boyfriend. It was already tiring to deal with him in his 'normal state'...

• So you changed his name to 'Honeybun🍯💛' and sent him a screenshot as a proof

• "Much better😍 I guess I won't have to break out of the Blue Lock facility anymore😃"

[queenofallimagines]

Meguru Bachira with a black s/o

LISTEN!! I picked up the 2 volume of the manga on accident when I went to target and I’m in love w him the man of my dreams!! Not taking blue lock right now bc besides Isagi and kunigami i don’t remember any other characters name or anything about them😅 feel free to talk to me about him tho I have SO many thoughts👀

** can you tell this is just me rambling 💀

Megaru💕:

- this pic gives me butterflies holy shit

- WHEW this man has huge unhinged sunshine energy

- Like giggling and kicking my feet how he’s the happy go lucky character trope (I.e hinata) but they make sure you remember he’s not “soft”

- Like the way y’all be uwuing hinata that is a grown man😐 he was throwing fists the WHOLE SERIES but he don’t know about sex? Bffr

- Anyway he’s definitely a switch but kinda leaning more top? he definitely just wants to fuck he don’t care who’s on top

- He’s so cuddly it’s adorable

- Getting neon yellow nails to match his hair>>>

- Definitely would like to match fits w you when y’all step out

- WOULD GET YOU AN ANKLE BRACELET W HIS INITIALS ON IT SO HE CAN KISS YOUR ANKLE WHEN HE PUTS YOUR LEGS OVER HIS SHOULDERS!!

- Most fashionable couple FR

- Always has to be touching you in some way

- Holding your hand, arm around you, hand in your pockets

- Wants to make sure you’re there and won’t slip away from him

- Imagining him going to meet your family and he’s SWEATING like he knows he’s not everyone’s cup of tea and really doesn’t want to start anything

- “You are good at soccer so you have like + 100 points right now”(watching Latino people watch the football on the Olympics is so scary 😫)

- Imagine your family watching his games😭 embarrassing bc now I’m imagining a room full of dads and uncles glued to the tv and cheering him on like he can hear it💀💀

- “You so skinny you need to eat more!”

- He’s charming your aunties to steal plates from your house

- You get in the car and he has like 3 Tupperwares full of left overs

- Great with kids because they think he’s cool

- he’s breaking they ankles in soccer tho he’s not gunna play nice w kids

- If “play where it’s safe cuz it’s NOT over here” was a person

- Like he can go 0-100 in a millisecond so if someone tries him

- Very “who’s gon beat my ass about it??” Type beat

- People think y’all are so cute bc he’s so smiley and sweet to you

- DEFINITELY says filthy shit in your ear too

- Like he’s cuddly w everyone he likes so you’d be no different but he’s slipping his hands up your shirt

- Number one hype man when you get your hair done

- So extra

- “My baby so cute🥹🥹”

- Box braids are his favorite bc he can put charms and stuff in your hair

- also medium long locs bc imagining him walking up to you and pushing them out your face to see your eyes🥺

- Freak

- Probably sends you links to sex toys and is like

- “👀👀??”

-“I’m a visual learner btw”

- The MOST unserious character in this whole series so far

- His song is rodeo but just the flo Milli verse i WILL NOT ELABORATE!!

- Once he get to doing that thing where he lower his voice just call in sick bc you probably not walking

- Not that he doesn’t care about your pleasure it’s more he’s fucking until HE taps out so your brains can be soup but he’s not done so,,,,hold on?

- If you like me and a few inches shorter than him will be smug about it

- His personality is big enough to count as a size kink but being a little taller makes him get a big head

- Talks you through it the whole time

- Switching back and fourth between degrading and praise so fast it makes your head spin

- “Hm? Don’t tell me my little slut is tapping out? You were begging me so nicely earlier”

- only one who can say babygirl and it not be cringe 🤭

- “be a good boy and spread your legs for me, hm?”

- Really sloppy kisser during sex too

- Will tell you to stick your tongue out for him

- On the rougher side of kinky stuff

- Fucks you like it’s the last time he ever will every time

- Don’t care about getting caught bc either way he’s not stopping

- Probably how you’d end up sleeping w him and Isagi I fear

- Isagi is so sweet and megaru is MEAN

- Isagi trying to go slow and be gentle and Megaru over here pulling your hair calling you a pretty whore

- this man In grey sweatpants would end me

- APART OF THE SHORT KING BIG DICK CREW

- he’s tall by Japanese standards but juuuuust 3cm above average in American height

- he already walks out the shower naked w NO care in the world

- probably walks around the house like that too Ngl

- “I am returning to the natural state of my birth” I will glue your clothes to your body sir :/

- feel like he’s more girth than length like don’t get me wrong he def has a third leg but he’s gunna have to work you open

- “ Oh don’t worry, I’ll make sure it fits”

- Act right dick™️ so don’t push him too far in public

- Definitely a bad influence!! You’re trying to be normal in public and he gives you a look

- Next thing you know he’s on his knees for you in a bathroom or an empty hallway🙄

- In the locker room so many times the rest of his friends already know, and when you two disappear they not stepping foot in there

- Buys you lingerie because he’s your biggest hype man

- When you feel confident you’re the most sexy

- “Mmm you look so good in that cute outfit, you won’t be too mad if I tear it off right?”

- Spreads your legs wide and will make you look in the mirror and watch as he fingers you open

- The type of man who fucks you so good you would get his name tatted on your ass

- Your family actually is probably like “don’t you go corrupting that sweet boy”

- And behind closed doors he’s got his hand holding your hair in a tight fist as he makes himself comfy in your throat

- “Let me hold your hair up for you💕”

- L$D- asap Rocky is also his song

[infernalodie]

𝐖𝐨𝐨 || 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚

“𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 '𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘈𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘉𝘰𝘺, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯' 𝘥𝘰“

Inspo: Rihanna - Woo Lauv - Paranoid

Pairing: Meguru Bachira x Black!Male!reader

Summary: He’s been on your mind since you met him...

Warnings: Switch!Bachira, switch!reader, semi public smut, handjob, and breath play.

Words: 1131

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

“Motherfucker…” You groaned, head pressed against the tiled wall of the showers. No one else was awake at this time within your dorm. All passed out from soccer practice and a dozen drills that all of you had been put through. In other words, no one else was dealing with the same distraction as you. Because the practice or working out didn’t bother you. It was Bachira.

This asshole may have intentionally done so, but he was infecting your mind. A parasite that you couldn’t get rid of. You couldn’t sleep because the grinning fool lay across from you and didn’t know the entire idea of “personal space”. Seemingly making your mind hot and fuzzy as he snored softly; his back pressed softly to your chest.

So, it has resulted in you having a hard-on and trying to relieve yourself in the showers. Hot water rushed down your back as your hand stroked your cock rapidly. Biting your bottom lip with a whimper, feeling the gentle euphoria settle in your pelvis. Your lips parted with another moan. Eyes beginning to roll back-

“That’s my job, Y/n-Kun.” The sudden voice made you yelp, both your hands shooting to your crotch to cover yourself. But you stopped when you saw Bachira, naked, and smiling at you with a hooded gaze. You were trying to keep your eyes up, but his hardened cock was making that very difficult.

But your lustful gaze had quickly washed away when you realized what you were doing. Exclaiming and averting your eyes to the ceiling. “Bachira! What the fuck are you doing?” You yelled, eyes clamping shut in an extra effort to not seem like a pervert. But you very may well have that twisted because Bachira had been watching this entire time.

He sighed, walking over and pushing open the little door that divided him from you. You gasped, backing away until your back pressed firmly against the tiled walls. Unable to move around as Bachira’s face was hit with water as he closed the space till he was face to face with you. His surprisingly soft hands cupped your face and brought you down into a soft kiss.

You felt him groan into the kiss, melting further into your chest as his cock twitched underneath yours. It created a muffled grunt from your chest as you pressed against him, pouring every amount of lust you could into the kiss. Only feeling that desire grow when one of his hands grasped your cock, slowly stroking you.

Bachira only parted a centimetre where he inhaled your panted breaths. Enjoying the way you shivered underneath his touch. He’d had this effect since the two of you ran into one another in the auditorium when the two of you joined Blue Lock. It was a coincidence at most, but he remembers vividly his front bumping your back because of some kids rushing past you. It had resulted in his arms curling around your waist where he had felt your body tense. Since then, he’s been enjoying the way your darkened cheeks flared red by his actions.

“So sensitive, Y/n,” he whispered, lips pressing to the angle of your jaw. Tongue peeking out to swipe the droplets accumulating on your flesh. Your eyes rolled back, trying to keep your body focused on both feelings at once. It was addicting how easy and good Bachira made you feel. His touch was like a shot of adrenaline to your system. Making it hard for you to think thoroughly before acting. You just wanted to stay in the moment and understand more of what he was willing to give you.

Except, when you felt him stop stroking your cock, you growled in annoyance. Looking down to see the boy smiling teasingly. It was enough for you to switch positions and press his front against the tiled wall. Pulling his waist back where your cock rested between his cheeks. Bachira let out a laugh, pushing his ass further back, hoping it would incentive you to follow through on what you wanted. He wore a shit-eating grin that already knew what he was going to get and finally see what you’ve been holding back.

Lining your cock up with his entrance, you steadily pushed the tip inside. Lips twitched into a grin when feeling Bachira’s walls quiver around you. Yet, his grin never wavered as he soaked in the feeling of your cock finally being inside him. He’s been waiting far too long to experience this.

Pushing in further, you groaned in bliss, head rolling back. Ignoring Bachira’s whines as you slid down till your hips were pressed to his ass. Biting your bottom lip as you held his hips harshly and began to thrust. Moaning when his walls began to grip and pulsate around your twitching cock.

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes,” Bachira chanted, face pressed to the wall with drool beginning to slide from between his lips and down his chin. Your large cock hit every right spot inside him, making his mind turn to mush with each pound of your hips. As much as you were addicted to his touch, he was slowly craving more and more of your cock.

At the bottom of your belly, a growing of euphoria was starting to build and it was building rapidly. All the days of seeing him bend over in front of you. His perfect round ass pressing to your crotch or the nights you had seen him stroking his cock, every thought and image was bringing you closer to the edge that was mirrored in Bachira’s body. His back arching even further to feel your cock prod and attack a new spot inside him.

“Y-Y/n, I- I’m gonna-” Bachira’s panted words were halted when your hand reached around and gripped his throat tight with the other reaching around and beginning to stroke his cock rapidly. And before he knew it, he was cumming. His mind began to go numb from the orgasm and lack of air as long and thick strings of cum shot from his slit and hit the tiled wall. The feeling of his quivering walls clamping around your cock was enough for you to shoot your load inside of him.

The two of you stood there for a moment, trying to catch your breath. You leaned down, arm hooking around Bachira’s waist and stuffing your face in the crook of his neck. Kissing the flesh delicately, smiling faintly when he hummed in agreement to the affection. The water was still running down your body as Bachira’s head looked over at you, smiling tiredly. “Good thing we’re in the shower, huh?”

You couldn’t help the grin that appeared, wide and bright. Kissing his cheek as you muttered, “Shut up, idiot.”

[localityghost]

All you people reading my fics your whores all of you😭

[intotherumiverse]

Helloooo, Rumi, how are you? If it's ok, may I please request some headcanons of Nagi, Bachira, Rin and Shidou with a goofy s/o?

★ ૮₍ ≧ . ≦ ₎ა 𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗦𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗳𝘆 𝗠𝗼𝗼𝗱 !!

ღ. synopsis - blue lock men and their sense of humor with you ღ. featuring - nagi s. ; meguru b. ; rin i. ; shidou r. ღ. cw - shidou. ღ. notes - i haven't written in so long :( ღ. reader - gender neutral,

nagi

i honestly believe that man has a sense of humor somewhere in there 

it's really dry tho

KING OF DAD JOKES

so when you find out that nagi has some sense of humor you try everything to bring it out

you get close a couple of times, but he's just like a stone wall

he laughs internally

when you finally get a chuckle out of him it's like you won a prize

once he starts laughing around you he doesn't stop

you love making him laugh, he doesn't like his laugh but you love it

he snorts when he laughs, and he has to cover his laugh with his hand

he's just a very easy person to make laugh

meguru

he loves pranking with you

he also is really corny with his pranks

he'll wait until you're really distracted before giving you a "piece of gum" that has a cockroach for it

you two love pranking each other

it's nothing extreme but it's still fun to do

neither of you tries to take it too far so know "MY BOYFRIEND IS CHEATING ON ME" pranks

your favorite prank to play on meguru is rearranging or hiding his stuff in plan sigh to confuse him

he can never find it and by the time he's called you, you already are laughing your way to him

it's very entertaining

rin

this man has no sense of humor.

this is the only hc you get

i'm playing but this man has no sense of humor

NONE

he has such a stick up his ass that he'd rather stare at you than try an attempt to make a joke

but

you did catch laughing at a knock-knock joke once

he was so caught off guard by the joke that he just... laughed

it was such a shock for you to see him laughing you thought you were going crazy

but otherwise, this man has no sense of humor

shidou

he's so dirty-minded but honestly what else would you expect from him.

"that's what she said" is his brand of choice

but when he finds out you have somewhat of the same sense of humor as him he's fucking ecstatic

sends you funny (sexual) tiktoks throughout the day, hoping you'd get them

you'd be anywhere doing anything, and he's sending you 15 tiktoks with inuendos laced into them

he SWEARS that he's funny but he isn't

he loves your sense of humor though

would buy out a theater (this man has no money) to watch you do stand-up comedy

he's so babygirl about you I swear

— tagging ; @megurulvr ; @sscarchiyo ; @christiansdior ; @d-dainsleiffluvsr ; @tyuujiivhs ;

m.list || taglist || navi  

[jelicoxoxo]

“I dont know if I’ma see you again.”

Bachira Meguru x fem!reader

desc: Bachira was never really interested in flowers, his only experience with them being picking up colorful weeds in the grass to give to his mother as a kid. But ever since he developed a little crush on a florist on his way to and from school, he’s been learning about them more and more.

warnings: fem!reader, florist!reader, slight angst to fluff, mostly fluff tbh.

a/n: lawd i havent posted an actual fic in FOREVVEERRRR. But here y’all go LOL🫶🏽

Bachira never really enjoyed school. The waking up early in the morning, sitting at a desk cramming information into his head for hours, the what feels like endless amounts of homework. Not like he struggled to bad in school or anything, his grades where pretty average, for someone known to sleep in class and didn’t ever study that is. All he wanted to do was play soccer after school, get home to his mom, eat, sleep, and maybe play video games. he didn’t really care for anything else.

That is, until you came along.

All you did was give him a silly little sunflower when you saw him on his way home from school. You where both just hitting double digits at the time, he found it cute how you approached him, eyes full of uncertainty as you handed him the flower that was almost as big as your head.

You said something like “I’m working on my social anxiety” or something, he didn’t remember clearly, he was barely even listening, to stuck on why this girl approached him of all people. He didn’t have many friends, nor many people that wanted to be his friend anyway, so he found himself clinging to this act of kindness. He started taking that same route to and from school, ignoring any shortcuts he found just so he could see you again every day, accepting flowers from you and bringing them home to his mom.

His mother was ecstatic when she found out about you, finding it adorable how Meguru’s crush was so obvious before he even recognized what his own feelings where. He just guessed that he really wanted to be your friend, and that you must have wanted to be his as well. Why else would you have chosen him to gift a flower to? That was his mindset when he was younger at least.

Bachira learned that the flower shop behind you belonged to your family, and that it was going to belong to you someday. He started spending more and more time talking to you, to the point where your family knew him as well, greeting him when you weren’t there that day and informing him of your whereabouts(snitches).

It even got to the point where he brought you home to his mom—with your parent’s permission, promising to bring you back before sunset. His mom almost had a stroke when he walked through the door with you, not expecting visitors that day.

She adored you btw. Sent you home with a basket of fruits, cheese, and other snacks.

Even as teenagers, y’all where practically inseparable. As soon as your schedules where clear, you where right underneath each other. Wherever one went, the other was sure to be nearby. You didn’t know a thing about soccer until Meguru, and he didn’t know a thing about flowers until you. There where also a lot of stupid things you two did just fucking around and finding out, his personality rubbing off on you a lot.

But this all seemed to have come to an end when he started the blue lock program, losing contact with him for quite some time. You didn’t know when he’d be back, why he had to go, why he couldn’t at least text you back, so eventually you just gave up.

You couldn’t stand it, who knew him being gone would make such a drastic change in your daily routine. You had no “good morning!” texts to brighten your mood in the mornings, no random weird updates about his day(ex; “I just had explosive diarrhea”), no one to scream Megan Thee Stallion songs with, no one to listen to your endless rambling about meaningless things that meant a lot to you, so it meant a lot to him as well.

And most of all, who knew him being gone would create such a pit in your heart. You didn’t understand, who cares if he’s gone? It’s just a boy, so what if you didn’t talk again? But why did the thought only deepen that pit all the way to your stomach? You hated it, you hated every bit of it. You hated how he left with no goodbye, how he never texted you or picked up any of your calls, how even when you asked his mother about him she only knew so much, how he was gone so long, how you still cared. Why did you still care?

Because you loved that boy and you hated that. You hated how the thought of him still brought butterflies to your stomach, hated how you still remembered his habits, how you could still see the dried flower petals he kept in jars in his room from when you gave him a personalized bouquet every birthday.

You where so upset about him being gone, and yet you couldn’t even bring yourself to say “I hate him”, because you knew it just wouldn’t be true.

Especially when here that same boy stood, at your doorstep soaked head to toe from running in the rain. He was panting like a dog, eyes wide as he stared at you in silence. Neither of you knew what to say, to shocked to see each other again that all you could do was stare.

And despite all that hatred, you still where so glad to see him again. You where so glad to hear his apology and explanation, to have him in your room again, to have his heart again, to hear his confession that night, him practicing begging you to forgive him and be his one and only. He never meant to hurt you, and he realized in the time that he was gone that he just couldn’t be without you, collecting however many points it took to get a day out of blue lock to see you again.

And most of all, you where glad to have your Meguru back.

———

~ Jelicoxoxo

[angelltheninth]

Requesting making out hds with Bachira?

Ah yes. The crazy man. The monster, but not actually a monster man. Everyone wants some of him.

Pairing: Meguru Bachira x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, making out, neck kisses, grinding, coming in pants

A/N: This man is so damn unhinged. But I wouldn't have him any other way.

Bachira always joked about you being his good luck charm and his stress toy

Despite how confidant he is even he has times where he needs to let out some steam

Usually it's done when you're both alone and in private

"No one's gonna catch us if you can keep quiet." He mumbled against your mouth before taking it with his own

You groan as you're pushed against the cold steel of the locker

His hands quickly find their way under your shirt, hiking up up so he has access to your bare skin, which only makes the coldness of the locker even more prominent against your rapidly heating skin

"I can't wait. I need you now baby. You can feel it can't you? How hard I am for you?" How could you not feel it with the tight uniform he wore all the time

It's one of the reasons why you started having so many quickies lately, the uniform did very little to hide his boners

You tug on his hair, angling his head better as you start rolling your hips against him, "So this is getting you horny after all. Such a dirty girl. My dirty girl." He grinned wickedly against your lips and groaned as you pulled his bottom lip between your teeth, "What's the matter? Can't keep quiet unless you have my tongue down you throat? But there's so many other spots I wanna kiss, so you're gonna have to do your best sweetheart."

Covering your mouth with your hand wasn't an option, you wanted to keep touching him

So you did the only thing you could think of in your horny state, you took the end of your shirt, hiked it fully up and bit into it hard thus exposing your breasts, your nipples already hard against the material of your bra

Bachira seems to like that a lot judging by the increased pace of his hips rolling into yours, his cock pressing between your legs, his hands now free to bunch your skirt up fully, exposing your wet panties

You wanted this just as much as he did, you couldn't wait until you got anywhere private, even if someone were to come in you weren't sure either of you would be able to stop

"You're gonna make me ruin this uniform. And after all the trouble you went through, sucking my cock before practice and games to keep it clean." He was hot and pulsing against your thighs, on edge more and more as he marked a path down your throat and to your collarbones

Emboldened, and maybe feeling like a bit of an ass you hopped on him and wrapped your legs around his back, your ankles locking, holding your firm as your ground yourself on his length

"Oh is that what you were after all along?" He's not scolding you, just the opposite, he cups your ass cheeks firmly in his hand to make it easier for you

"Next time forget the panties, I want to feel your naked cunt." Sure he could move them but that would require moving and he wasn't about to make you stop humping him

He pressed his lips against yours, missing the soft feel of them, he parted them with his tongue easily, licking deliciously into your mouth and rolling his tongue over and against yours, feeling every sigh and whimper

He exhaled and growled as he creamed his uniform, a dark stain forming on the front, only partially his fault as the same one was forming on your own underwear, your juices dripping onto the floor, evidence of your orgasm more then obvious to him

"Fuck." He kissed your cheek, both of you slightly out of breath, "Next time, lets forget the uniform. In fact how about you and I hop into he showers? Get cleaned up and dirty all over." His eyes were almost fully black, his hands still keeping you firmly pressed against him, his cock trapped between you and jolting with anticipation with every step he took

[mitsuyeaah]

i’m yours, and you’re mine.

— bachira meguru x f! reader

cw: college au, student athelete!bachira, nsfw (mdni), smut, exhibitionism, semi-public sex (empty locker room), unprotected sex, backshot, clit slapping (brief), fingering (brief), jealous bachira, pet names (baby).

a/n: mitsu’s bachira brainrot has officially started 🧎🏻‍♀️ this drabble is purely self indulgent!! apologies if my characterisation of meguru is inaccurate, this is my first time writing for him, and bllk in general <3 hope u enjoy!

bachira wasn’t the jealous type, nor was he an individual who easily lost his cool when it came to other boys possibly hitting on you, no. he knew that your relationship with him was secure—he was yours and you were his. bachira didn’t have to worry about anyone stealing you away from him but today was different. right after tonight’s game ended, his demeanour was different despite his team being tonight’s victor.

“he didn’t have to do all that, you know..” bachira clicked his tongue and jutted his bottom lip out—a sweaty arm secured around your waist as the two of you walked side by side to the locker room. grabbing the towel that hung loosely around his neck, you wiped at the sweat rolling down the side of his face, “i’m sure he meant no harm, baby. he was just being nice.”

you didn’t miss the way his fingers at your waist tightened, and the muscles in his arm becoming taut—a clear sign that he wasn’t going to let this go that easily. was he seriously that upset about it? you’ve never seen him act this way before, especially when other men tried to hit on you. usually, he’d even joke about it, saying things like “look how lucky i am to be your boyfriend!”. praising you because of how wonderful you were to have all these guys after you.

a few minutes after the second half of the game started. the ball suddenly came hurling your way. you had no time to react, blurry hues of black and white rapidly making its way over to you and the only thing left to do was close your eyes and accept the ball to your face. you sat on the sideline seats as usual, with every game that bachira had. he liked seeing your face while he ran up and down the field, a good luck charm that helped him calm his nerves during the match.

you waited for what felt like eternity for the ball to come in contact with your face; you were surrounded by the roaring of tonight’s crowd, panicking for your sake for what’s about to hit you but it never came. you took a peek with one eye before opening both of them, one of the players from the rival team had skilfully blocked the ball from smacking you dead in the face which caused the crowd to go wild.

barely even registering what had happened, the rival player—who had blocked the ball—now stood in front of you, asking if you were okay. upon nodding, he gave you a small smile but before leaving to go back to the field, he looked over his shoulder, “can’t have a pretty face like yours get hit, can we?” it left you dumbfounded.

bachira, of course, had heard this small exchange since his first instinct was to head your way and check if you were hurt in anywhere—and this was the sole reason why he was in a sour mood up until now, even though it’s almost been an hour since it happened.

normally, he’d shrug it off and simply tell them that you had a boyfriend but it didn’t sit right with him if the flirting came from a rival player, especially from the one who had been swiftly stealing the ball from him while he dribbled down the field earlier.

“yeah.. being nice or flirting?” he deadpanned. bachira held your gaze, his citrine eyes that used to be filled with joy was now full of annoyance. before you could say anything, his teammates—who had already changed and washed up—rolled out of the locker room, their voices echoing throughout the walls as they celebrated tonight’s win. “bachira! we’re heading out for drinks, coach’s treat for winning the first game of the season! you in? we can wait for you.” isagi rubbed a towel at his wet hair.

“mhm, i’ll meet you guys there. just text me the address.” your boyfriend let out an exasperated sigh before heading inside the locker room. isagi nodded at his reponse and turned to you, “all of us should be done washing up by now, you can head inside.. just don’t let coach catch you.” the man chuckled before leaving.

by the time you got inside only one shower was running and you knew who it was. you walked to bachira’s locker and fished for his change of clothes. the spare uniform that hung on a hanger caught your eye, you took it out from his locker and examined it—it was the same one he wore tonight, the number ‘8’ plastered on both sides, with his name in big, bold letters at the back.

suddenly, an idea popped into your head. you quickly changed out of your blouse and wore bachira’s spare jersey, a smile plastering across your face.

“baby, what if i just wore your shirt to every game i attend so they know that i’m yours and you’re mine?” you joked and turned to your boyfriend who’d just gotten out of the shower. as usual, he didn’t cover himself up.

your eyes widened at his nudity and you quickly averted your gaze, “b-bachira! will you cover up please?” you could feel your cheeks heat up from embarrassment even though you weren’t the one fully naked. bachira chuckled, “what? it’s not like you haven’t seen any of this before..”

bachira took a few steps forward to close the gap between the two of you, the soles of his bare feet slapping against the tiled floor. “what was it you were saying..? you, wearing my jersey so they know that you belong to me?” his voice was much lower now.

he gently grabbed your chin and angled your head to face him, there was a weird glint in his amber eyes, it was clouded with lust. “i.. i was just joking..” your lips were parted as you took shallow breaths to calm yourself down. the heat in the apex of your legs suddenly made itself known; bachira noticed the way you rubbed your thighs together to chase after some kind of friction.

the corner of his lips tugged up. ah, there’s that smile he always wore in the field—the one he uses against his opponents to rile them up but now he’s using it on you. to rile you up. “oh? but my name on your back looks so good on you, my baby..” he removed his fingers from your chin and grabbed your hand, sensually kissing at your knuckles while keeping eye contact.

bachira has seen you wear his soccer jersey in different occasions but it didn’t do anything to him more than his heart just skipping a beat when he saw you in it but tonight.. seeing you with his name and number plastered on your back, it awoke something else in him. especially when you told him that you’d wear it during his games so people knew you belonged to him. yes, you were only joking but he didn’t care. it turned him on.

your eyes fixated on a bead of water at the tip of his bangs, following it as it dropped on the floor, and in the process, you saw how his pretty cock now stood against his abdomen. you swallowed thickly and bit your lip.

bachira didn’t hesitate to grab your chin once again and kiss you. his lips desperately moved against your own—it was rough, needy, and full with want. almost like he wanted to prove to an imaginary audience that you were his, and only his.

you moaned into the kiss, hands coming up to rest against his naked, wet chest. your nails left trails of pink and red as you balled your hands into fists—fuck, he absolutely loved it when you marked his skin with your nails. it drove him crazy.

he was quick to move. turning you around and pressing you against the cold surface of the lockers with a loud thud, earning a yelp from you. “mmm—ah! bachira..” whines left your lips as he planted open mouthed kisses along the side of your neck. his hands skilfully circled to your front and unbuttoned your jeans, hastily tugging them down—shivering as the cool air kissed your bare skin.

“hmm? already wet, aren’t we?” he whispered against the shell of your ear. you bit your lip as bachira ran his index finger along the valley of your wet folds, he pushed your soaked panties aside and plunged two fingers in without warning. desperate attempts to hide your moans were long gone as your lips parted to let out sounds of pleasure. you rested your forehead against the cool metal and closed your eyes, relishing in the pleasure of his fingers inside you.

“fu—ah! fuck, baby!”

bachira tugged your panties down just enough to expose your sopping cunt; he pulled your ass back to his crotch so that you were bent at the hips—the only thing you could do was lay your palms flat against the lockers, you couldn’t even hold onto anything.

“fuuuck.. look at you. so pretty. so perfect for me.” bachira purred, citrine eyes filled with nothing but lust scanned your back. he kept his jersey on you for the sole reason of wanting to see his name on you while he fucked you from behind. there, in big, bold letters was his name and underneath it was the number ‘8’. his number.

“baby.. please! put it inside me—ah!” bachira slapped your clit with the tip of his cock before pushing it past your wet folds. the sound of your nails dragging across the metal surface of the lockers could be heard as you balled your hands into fists. “so fucking good—ngh!” you moaned as he bottomed out.

he let out a breathless laugh before leaning forward, moulding his hands against your own at the locker. the new angle drove his cock deeper into you, now deliciously kissing your cervix—your legs wobbled at this. he hasn’t even started moving his hips yet you were already gone.

amidst the pleasure you felt, you suddenly remembered where the two of you were. in a locker room, and anyone could come in at any time. “w-wait, baby! what if someone comes? we have to—” “hmm? don’t tell me you’re scared, baby? you know, something inside me is saying: we should be excited, not scared when we’re in a desperate situation.”

before you could respond, bachira moved his hips at a fast pace, earning a loud cry of his name from you. the sounds of wet squelches, and a mix of his and your moans bounced around the walls of the locker room. he rested his forehead on your upper back—where the letters of his name were plastered—and moved his hips at a faster pace.

his heavy balls slapped against your clit; his pelvis turning red from making repeated contact with your ass. bachira panted against the soft fabric of his uniform, gripping at it as you tightly clenched around him—beads of water from the shower mixed with his own sweat, coating him in a light sheen.

“aaah—ngh! so so tight for me, baby! looking so good in my shirt—fuck!” he brought a hand to your front and toyed with your clit, causing your knees to buckle. if it wasn’t for his strong hold, you would have been on the floor by now.

“you’re mine, and mine only. tell me—haah! what number am i drawing on your clit? hm?” you furrowed your brows at his question. your mind was fogged with lust that it almost didn’t make sense but you could feel the way his finger moved against it.

bachira was drawing figures of eight on your clit. number 8.

“e—ah! eight!” you stammered. he smiled even though you couldn’t see his face. “hmm—yeaah.. that’s right. the number eight. my jersey number.” bachira stood upright and used your hips as a leverage to drive his cock deeper into you. he wanted it deeper, faster, and harder, and boy did he fulfil that.

your moans increased in volume and pitch, and if there was someone to walk by the locker room, they’d know exactly what the two of you would be doing. “aaah! me-meguruuu~ i’m close!” bachira’s knees buckled at the use of his first name. fuck, he always found it sexy whenever his name rolled off your tongue so flawlessly.

“fuuuck! aaah! come on, baby.. cum for me—ngh!” he watched the way his jersey bunched up on your mid back, leaving his name in view—your ass bounced with every powerful thrust of his hips. fuck, you were so wet that a white ring had started to form at the base of his cock. you were such a good girl for him. all his.

your back arched further which allowed the blunt tip of his cock deeper. it pounded against your cervix over and over again until the knot it your stomach snapped. your sweaty hands slid from the locker, causing you to fall forward but bachira’s hold stabilised your limp body.

you moaned his name out as every muscle in your body stiffened with pleasure—a sharp sensation shooting up your spine. bachira massaged at the skin of your hips, still driving his cock in and out of your sopping wet cunt. he gave you breathless praises mixed with possessiveness—broken sentences declaring that you were his and he was yours.

it didn’t take long for bachira to reach his sweet release. pulling out, he came all over your back, both on his shirt and on your skin. he threw his head back in pleasure as spurts of his cum messily shot out of his tip—lips parted and amber eyes rolling back from the intense orgasm. his loud, shameless moans filled the entire locker room, and you feared that someone may walk past and catch the two of you in such a lewd act but bachira didn’t care.

the two of you stayed that way for a couple of seconds, chests heaving while catching your breaths. he turned your body around to face him before pulling you in for a passionate kiss.

“mine. all mine..” bachira whispered, resting his sweaty forehead against your own.

“all yours.”

© mitsuyeaah

[mysicklove]

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐄!

Pairing: Sub! Bottom! Bachira x Dom! Gn! Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Anal play, dildos, slight manipulation, reader is Gn but is implied to not have a penis, pet play, master/kitty kink, crying/begging

A/N: THIS IS A REPOST. my other got flagged super early on so I'm just testing to see if it will again. andddd dont be like Y/N kids, sex can come later, stay in school!!! focus on your studies!!!

Bachira has you wrapped around his pretty finger. 

The both of you know it, and he seems to love how easily he gets what he wants. He knew exactly how you reacted to a smile, or how you would coddle him when tears flooded his eyes.

You didn't mind listening to him, he was adorable and always so sweet to you. But he is so incredibly needy. Its like he wants your attention to be on him 24/7. Its cute having him cling to you when you have free time, but when you are busy it gets rough.

It's not like he is a brat. He listens well, and would never dare to talk back to you. He just seems to have too much love to give. Wants more and more, and its always so hard to decline when he looks so adorable.

But tonight, you needed to work on your essay. It was due at 11:59, and you've barely touched it. You needed just a couple more hours, and then you should be good for the night. Then, you are free for the rest of week to relax. 

“Meow…” A familiar high pitched voice chirps from behind you. He runs his hands down your chest, and places his head on your shoulder. He's wearing black fingless gloves with pink pawprints on them.

You know what he wants, from the way he drags his fingers along your body, to the way his voice seems to hold a slight purr. “Not now, Meguru. Can you wait till tomorrow?” You respond, eyes not leaving the screen, even if his hands get dangerously close to your crotch. 

If you show that you are affected by him, you are done for. Somehow one way or another he will be getting fucked tonight.

You don't have time today. The two of you had sex the last three days, and you know he isnt pent up. He just always seems to crave more. He was a spoiled thing. 

“Want you to fuck me,” he purrs into your ear, giggling lightly into your neck as if he was bashful about the lewd statement. As if he hasn't said way more dirty things the last couple of nights. He always was a talker. 

“I know, I know. I gotta finish this, love. Maybe later if i'm not too tired.” You reach up and rub the back of his hair, sighing when you feel the kitten eared headband. You had to restrain yourself from checking if he was wearing lingerie too. 

He must have knew you were busy, if he brought out the outfit. Probably thinking to himself, something along the lines of, desperate times calls for desperate measures.

He whines, high pitched and needy. “Pretty please? We can go quickly! Promise!”

You sigh when you feel him pawing at the buttons of your pants. You grab his wrists, before he can manage to undo them, which causes another whine to tear through his lips. “It's never quick with you,” You remind, and he grins. He would go the entire night if you allowed him too.

He laughs before placing a kiss to your neck. Two now, and he's suckling, most likely trying to leave a hickey. You grip his hair and pull him away. You didn't need to go in public with one on your neck. “Cause you're so good at it. Make me feel so good, I don't want to ever stop. Cmon, lets do it….I can give you head if you want!”

You roll your eyes with a grin. “How tempting...”

His hands try to escape your grasp, eyes already widen at the idea. “Mhmm! Let you ride my f–”

You don't let them free, pinning them to your stomach. “If I didn't have to finish this.”

His head collapses on your shoulder and he lets out another dramatic whine. Then, he menevours himself from behind you, to on your lap. You raise your eyebrows at his attire. You were right, black lacey lingerie with hints of light pink. He is even wearing a black leather collar a pink ribbon on the front.

He grins at you when you take in his appearance and successfully tears his hands away from you. He grabs your wrist, and gently lays your hand on his clothed cock. You have to force yourself to look away at the lewd sight, you are trying your hardest to not fuck him tonight.. 

“Look! Cmon please look,” He begs, and you have to take a glance. Just a peak, for your sanity. 

Resting in the black panties was his hard on, seeming to be leaking through the cloth. He kisses your neck again. “For you. All dressed up for you too. Do you want me to meow for you?”

The idea seems to make your head spin. Imaging on all fours while you pound into him. Would he moan, or would he really meow? 

Then he grabs your other hand and places it on his hole, now plugged with a cat tail. His eyes bore into yours, and he's grinning, cheeks flushed. “Prepped too. You don't gotta worry bout it. I'm all ready for you. Please Master?” 

You gulp when he begins to rock his hips into your hand. It sounds so appeasing to you. Maybe the two of you could get a round in…See his eyes roll back, and his mouth hang open. He always did have the prettiest face when he was lost in pleasure.

The computer screen darkens from the lack of use and your eyes flicker to it. Your assignment was more important. You could fuck all the time after you completed it. “Meguru,” You sigh, using your free hand to move the mouse so the computer does not fall asleep.

He continues to grind his clothed cock into your hand, letting out small whimpers. “Kitty~” He corrects, a small smile on his now pink face.

An idea pops into your head and you grin, maybe a bit maliciously. His eyes lighten up in return when he thinks you have agreed, and immediately presses his lips to yours. You let him for awhile, even going as far to help him grind on your hand.

When you pull away, his eyes are already half-lidded, and he seems to be almost buzzing in excitement. It almost makes you feel bad, but alas, this was important.. “’’m gonna grab the strap,” he murmurs, and quickly jumps off your lap. You watch the black tail swish at the movement.

But before he leaves you grab his wrist, and he turns to you, confused. “I'm going to pick what you will use,” You say smoothly, standing up from the chair and heading toward the bedroom. 

His eyes lighten at this, shivering in excitement at the prospect of you choosing the largest one. Though, the idea of him not playing soccer tomorrow because of him being sore does not sound to appealing. But alas, he follows along with a hop in a step.“Of course, Master!”

You take a deep breathe when you hear him continue the title, but you try to ignore the words. You grab the toybox, and Bachira is clinging to you, looking over your shoulder in excitement. “The big red one! No wait, what about the vibrating one? You know how it leaves my legs shaking. Oh choose, please choose one!”

You ignore the rambling in your ear and continue your searching. When you finally grab it, Bachira hums in question, “The suction one? Where will we do it then? Oh don't tell me you want me to ride it on your desk, you pervert Master!” He says, lightly hitting your shoulder, but almost drooling at the idea.

You ignore him again, and shut the box. He is gripping onto your arm, rubbing his cheek on your body from excitement.

When you walk out to the office he runs over to desk and bends over, his tail on display. “Take it out,” He purrs, shaking his ass in front of you, causing you to raise you eyebrows. “Want your cock now, please?” 

You sigh and walk over to him. He presses his hips into your crotch and by now, you're not even suprised by the display. He always was like this, gave no shame on what we wanted. 

You grab at his waist, and gently run your fingers over the flesh. He hums, and continues to press back into you. You reach down and slowly pull out the plug, and he keens. His cheek is pressed up to the desk and he is groaning into wood at the stretch.

“There is goes. Good job,” You praise, not being able to help yourself. The plug was larger than expected, and it made it much harder for you to really focus on your work. He seems to feel the strain too, his hands gripping onto the mouse with a small whimper when the thickest part meets his ring.

When it finally is out, he sighs, “Where do ya want me?” before turning to you with a cat like grin. 

You trace his jaw, and he leans into the touch. “Stay there for a second,” You whisper, and gently use your fingers to turn his head away. He nods immediately and buries his face into his arms, excited for what you have planned for him.

You glance at him, nearly bouncing in excitement, and then your half finished essay. Then, you sigh, and grab the suction dildo, and stick it to the floor next to your chair. It was a couple feet away so he can have room. With this, he can have his fun, and you can finish your essay.

But of course you should have known it wouldn't have worked. He craved attention and you were way too easily convinced.

When he turns around his smile falls immediately. “What's that?” He says, pointing to the dildo on the floor. He reaches for your hand for comfort, but you've already turned away.

You sit back on you chair, and turn your computer back on. “Knock yourself out. I need to finish this, but don't want you to get frustrated.”

He shakes his head at first, eyes switching back and forth from you and the floor. The two black knee pads placed next to it, lets him know immediately what you have planned for him. Him and him alone.

In one last attempt, he drops to his knees in front of you, and you raise your eyebrows. He places himself in between your legs and rests his head on your inner thigh. Then, he grabs your hand and places it on his head, pleading for you to pet him. “Please don't be mean, Master! I dressed up for you. I-I wanna be your kitty.”

Your eyes barely flicker to him, and he rubs his face on your thigh to hopefully get more attention. He whines when you don't react, loud and dramatic. “Meguru, I love you, but I need to finish this. Your toy is right there.” Your voice is flat, and your hand doesn't move.

“B-But I–Please?”

You grip at his hair, sending his head backward with a wince. His neck is exposed to you, and he looks up at you with half closed eyes. “You will either fuck the toy or nothing at all.”

The two of you stare at one another for a long second, before he seems to cave in on himself from the harshness of the glare. “Okay…” He half whimpers, hoping to pull some guilt out of you. 

When you don't say anything in response, he pouts and crawls over toward the dildo. It was simple, black and not too big. But you werent the one fucking him, so it wouldnt feel as good. He puts on the kneepads so that they don't get bruised from the hardwood floor.

He glances back to you. “I'm going to fuck it now.”

“Mhm’kay”

He clentches his fists and glares at the back of your neck, but positions the silicon cock in between his legs. He looks at his paw print gloves and has to bite back another whine, thinking about how this should have gone.

But, he grabs the dildo, and positions it up to his hole, and slowly begins to sink down on it. A quivered breath escapes his lips, as he tries to grip at the ground in front of him to no avail. It was harder to do by himself, usually you have to guide him through it. 

“Help?” He pleads, loud and whiny.

You don't even look at him. “You've taken something bigger than that. You're being whiny Meguru.”

Kitty. He was supposed to be your pretty kitty for the night. How did he end up on the floor, fucking a toy with no help. And why are you being so mean?

He bottoms out after a couple more seconds, and he gasps, leaning forward to brace himself on his fore arms. He shivers, and he can't help the small smile pulls at his lips, while his eyes slightly roll back. “It's in.”

You can't help but wonder, his gasps behind you are intriguing you. He usually was collapsing on to you when you stretch him out, in all honesty him doing this by himself was impressive. “Whole thing?”

“Mhmm” He starts rolling his hips, his cock beginning to leak at the needed intrusion. The second be bottomed out, he felt like some sort of rational part of him was put to rest. Now, he can simply focus on losing himself on the toy. 

“Good job, kitty.” He preens at the praise, and he focuses his gaze on you, hoping you've turned around by now. His smile drops when he hears the clicking of the keyboard and the back of your head.

It was upsetting him, and he could feel the pain in the chest from the lack of your attention. He was doing this all for you, why can't you just look at him? He ignores the tears starting to form in frustration.

Instead, he moves his hips, slightly pushing himself upward and then back down. A soft moan escapes him and his cock twitches. 

This time, he uses the his knees to push himself to the tip of the toy, and uses his entire weight to sit back down completely on it. His fingers curl and his back arches, while his mouth seems to hang open at the force. 

You hear a loud slapping sound, followed by a high pitched moan, way louder than before.The finger on your mouse pauses at the sound, and when he recollects himself, his eyes seem to focus in on the singular finger.

 In an instant, he knows exactly on how to get your attention again.

He resettles himself on the floor, and changes position. He begins to pick up the pace, rolling his hips desperately, causing his dick to slap upon his stomach. “F-Fuck master!”

Your heart hammers in your chest and you try to keep your focus on the screen. You gulp when you hear the moans get higher in pitched, and try to ignore the slapping sound of skin on skin.

He goes back to bouncing on the silicon cock, and uses one hand to reach forward to stroke his cock. His face is already flushed from the movements, and his eyes are half lidded, but all he does is stare at the back of your neck. “My cock…Feels good!”

Your eyes snap to his in an instant, and he seems to light up at the new found attention. Unexpected, but not unwelcomed. “I didn't say you could touch yourself, Meguru.”

He laughs in between pants, slightly shivering under your gaze. “C-Can't help it. Need it. S’good.”  

Even at the warning, his hand doesnt seem to stop its motions, sliding up and down the shaft, while he continues to jump on the toy. Tears begin to brim at his eyes, and his mouth seems to hang open with time. The moans have grown less dramatized for attention, but still are loud as they usually are. He was truly losing himself on the toy.

You just sigh, and turn back around. You are given him what we wants by getting upset at him. And it may go by quicker if he touched himself, then you can focus with no interruptions.

When he sees you turn back around again, he tumbles forward toward you. Tears begin to fall down his cheek, and the dildo slips out from the movement. He was so close. You were so close to helping him. He needed your help.

He murmurs a whiny curse under his breathe, and turns back toward it. His brain is fuzzy, and the only thing he seems to want in this very moment was to cum, from you. 

He pouts, and whimpers, but he sits back on it, and his eyes roll back with a sigh. And just like before he begins grinding on the toy, but this time he isn't moaning, it's full on whines and whimpers. “Please. Please help. Im trying to be good. Please, I can't without you.”

He bites his lip so it doesnt tremble, and he watches the precum drip out of his cock and onto the floor. His dick looks so useless in this moment, it was almost humiliating. He wishes you were looking at him, to tease him for how leaky he was. To praise him for how good he was doing.

With every bounce he whimpers your name. 

“Meguru,” You sigh, “You're so needy.” 

He hears the chair squeak, and you stand up. Tears stream down his face, but he's smiling as you walk over to him. He slows his movements when you crouch down in front of him. The two of you are now on eye level and he stares at you with glazed eyes and shaky legs.

You run your fingers down his jaw, and to his lips, gently telling him to release the poor bitten pink flesh. “What am I going to do with you, kitty?”

He sobs at the condescending words and collapses into you, the toy still lodged between his legs. “Fuck me. Fuck me, please. Wanna–I want it!” He says, buring his flushed face into your neck.

You pull him back again by his hair, similar to earlier, and you swear you heard a moan. “No. You can cum from that. I know you can. I'll be here to watch.”

He frowns again, obviously not liking this answer, but too fucked out to really do anything. Besides, at this point he will take anything from you.

 So, he just grabs onto shoulders and uses them as leverage for his movements.

His mouth now hangs open, and he's staring at you the entire time, while you coo and run you fingers through his hair. “Look how cute you are. Such a pretty kitty.”

Those were the words he craved, needed. He nods helplessly and giggles breathlessly , trying to put on the role he planned on even with his fucked out brain. “M-Meow!”

You grin at the sound, kissing his neck as he keens at the feeling. His legs are shaking and with everybounce you can hear the lewd slapping noise of skin upon hardwood. He's drooling ever so slightly, and he staring at you with hearts in his eyes. 

His moans begin to get higher and pitch, and his hands seem to tighten on your shoulder. You know the signs by heart now, you've seen it so many times. “Need to cum?”

“Yes! Close! I’m–Can I please?” You glance at the cute puddle on pre beginning to form beneath him and kiss his cheek.

“Sure. You can cum,” You whisper into his ear, and pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around the back of you neck for stability. With every breathe a high pitched moan is released, and sweet the sound turns you on immensely,

He nuzzles his tear-streaken face into your shoulder and mumbles, “For you,” on repeat and you smile in his hold. 

“Yeah kitty, cum for me.” 

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck, I cant–Im cumming!” He grips onto you tighter when he feels the wave crash over him. His whole body jerks, and he shuts his eyes adorably tight. You grin when you see his legs tremble and feet curl from under the pawprint socks. His fuming cock leaks out a coupious amount of liquid onto the floor, making the puddle even bigger now. 

He holds onto you, even after his orgasm tears through him, almost seeming to purr when you run your fingers through his hair. He nuzzles into your embrace, and slides himself off the toy. “Mhmmm. Felt good,” he mumbles into your neck.

“Good. Cmon, let's clean you up and run you a bath so that I can finish my essay.”

He begins to litter kisses up your neck, and you sigh, knowing something is about to come. “Actually I was thinking bout round two.”

You shake your head, and rub the bridge of you nose. “I've never met anyone as needy as you.”

He laughs, a little breathlessly and dazed from the after effects of the orgasm. “I'm glad. I can have you all to myself.” 

And even with his now trembling legs, he manages to pull the both of you up, and drag you toward the bedroom. He pushes you down on the bed and races toward the toy box before you could even protest.

When he comes back with the toy in his hands, he has a glint in his eyes. “I was thinking the vibrating one.”

You eye the now vibrating dildo, twice the size of the previous one. “You trying to not play soccer for a couple on days?”

He laughs, and dives onto the bed, already planning on what to say to keep you distracted from the essay.

In the end the assignment was turned in late, but you couldn't even be that mad, because your boyfriend is grinning lazily on the bed, hair messy, and legs shaking from the multiple rounds the two of you went at it.

He was such a pretty sight to behold.

[ardorwritesfanfic]

Put Him to Sleep || Bachira Meguru x Fem!Reader

I’ve been itching to write some sub!Bachira since my first kinks post, so here it is! Hope you all enjoy! Also, this is the first long fic I've written in two years, so be gentle lolol.

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Mommy kink, lactation kink, pegging, sub!character, dom!reader, oral (f!receiving), cum eating (if you squint), orgasm denial, penetrative sex, unprotected sex.

Bachira is 20+!

The TV buzzed with cheering, the picture of your adoring fiancé’s last game playing on the screen. Your eyes focused on the play he made, watching it intently as you felt the familiar bubbling of pride in your chest. With a creak of the front door, you knew that the man in question was home. You heard him sigh, turning your head to see his overwhelmingly exhausted frame.

“Hi honey! Welcome home!” You cooed. The black haired man hummed in response, making his way over to you. He plopped down on the couch, wrapping his arms around you as he nuzzled your neck. He pressed a light kiss to the junction between your neck and shoulder, sighing contently. “Rough day, hmm?” You asked, running your fingers through his hair.

“Uh huh…” he muttered, further nestling his face in the crook of your neck. You felt his hands roam your body, feverish and desperate. You chuckled to yourself, knowing exactly what he needed.

“Do you want me to take care of you, honey?” You asked him in a sickly sweet tone. He nodded furiously, earning a tut from you. “Use your words, Meguru…”

“Yes, please mommy~” he whined, rutting his hips against your thigh. You chuckled, humming as you moved his hand to your tit. Immediately, he started groping and massaging your flesh over your shirt, dipping his hand down to the hem and lifting it up. Separating him from you, you lifted your shirt over your head. Your hands reached behind your back to undo your bra, letting your tits drop gently as they were released from the fabric. Bachira latched onto your nipple without a second thought, gently sucking as he scooted his body closer to yours.

Running your fingers through his hair, you cooed at your fiancé, pressing soft kisses to his forehead as he suckled. You relished in the feeling of his tongue swirling around your nipple, sighing at the slight tug you felt as he sucked on it. You felt the man press his already hardening bulge against the fat of your thigh, rutting his hips desperately to feel the friction he craved.

His pace quickened, his mouth suckling more and more aggressively until the man was growling with desire. “Meguru…” you spoke with a warning in your tone. Bachira didn’t even look up as he continued his pace, brutally sucking your tit. Having had enough of his needy actions, you pulled him off of you. “Meguru, you can’t be that aggressive.” You spoke, taking note of your partner's eyes, clouded in lust. “I think you need to be punished.” You said, feigning a sigh. Bachira’s eyes sparkled with need as he pleaded.

“Wait! Please, I can be a good boy!” He whined. You shook your head, already knowing what your next steps would be.

“Kneel on the ground for me, Meguru~” you cooed, standing up from your seat on the couch. Bachira did what you asked without question, staring up at your body with lust filled eyes. “You want to get off so badly? Hump my leg and get yourself off.” You instructed. Bachira whined, a dark red blush covering his face. Bachira wrapped his arms around your leg, positioning himself to straddle it. Slowly, he started grinding against your leg, soft moans and whines resonating throughout the room. You stared at the man with all the love in your heart, the sounds he made going straight to the pressure building in your lower abdomen. You would be lying to yourself if you said that that sight of your fiancé so desperate to get off didn’t contribute to the slick pooling in your panties.

Bachira placed hot kisses along your thigh, increasing his speed as he reached closer and closer to his high. He panted as the pleasure became too much for him to bear. With a loud moan, his hips jutted against your leg, soaking the inside of his boxers with cum. You reached down to run your fingers through his hair and massage his scalp, his eyes dazed as he looked up at you. “D-Did I do okay? W-Was I good?” He stuttered, still reeling from his orgasm. You chuckled softly, running your thumb over his reddened cheeks.

“Yes Meguru, you were a good boy! I think you’ve earned a reward.” You said with a smile. Carefully, you helped Bachira off of his knees and led him to the bedroom. You instructed him to sit on the bed and wait while you gathered the supplies you needed. You searched your shared bathroom and grabbed a bottle of lube from the cabinets. You emerged with a smile on your face, placing the lube on the bedside table as you rustled through the drawers to find what you were looking for.

Bachira gasped as he saw what you were holding. The bright purple strap-on looked sinful in your hands, but it filled the black haired man with excitement. You turned to face your fiancé, who seemed to be drooling at the thought of you fucking him. You felt his eyes burning into you as you put the strap-on on. Once you were done, you grabbed the lube, squirting some of the cool gel into your hand. You glanced at his face as you sensually rubbed the gel all over the silicone shaft. He was practically drooling at the sight, his eyes flickering between the silicone and your face.

“O-Oh god, Mommy, I need you…” he whined, shifting on the bed. You chuckled, and cooed at your fiancé.

“Aww, already so needy. Undress yourself, babyboy, Mommy will give you what you need~” you coo as you watch him shed his clothes. He crawls back onto the bed, ass up as he prepares for you. You smirk, adding a small dollop of lube to your hands as you move over towards him. Gently, you rub at his asshole, inserting one finger into the tightened hole. He groans, gripping the sheets as he looks back at you. Slowly, you pump your finger in and out of him, watching him closely for any signs of discomfort. Bachira wiggled his hips in response, quickening your pace. Once he was sufficiently stretched, you added a second, then third finger. He whined as you quickened your pace, tongue lolling out of his mouth from the pleasure. You hummed with content as you removed your fingers from him, kneeling on the bed as you lined the silicone dick up with his hole. “W-Wait!” He whined, panting lightly. Concerned, you stopped and backed away from him.

“What’s wrong Meguru?” You asked. Bachira blushed darkly before responding.

“Can you tie my hands behind my back? Please, mommy?” He asked, eyes dark with lust and want. You hummed your approval, walking back over to your drawer and grabbing some rope. Swiftly, you bound Bachira’s hands together, leaving him defenseless against you.

“Better?” You asked, earning a nod from your raven haired fiancé. “Are you okay to continue?” You asked him, earning another, even more enthusiastic nod. Placing your hands on his cheeks gently, you lined yourself up with his hole, slowly pushing I to it. Bachira’s muscles tightened at the intrusion, but they soon relaxed with your soothing touch. Rubbing his back, you stilled your hips, waiting for his signal to continue. With a small nod from your fiancé, you continued, eventually bottoming out.

Slowly, you began moving your hips, a dark blush covering your face from the lewd noises your fiancé was making. His toes were curled in pleasure, his eyes screwed shut as you continued your assault on his ass. “Is mommy making you feel good, baby?” You ask.

“F-Fuck yes, mommy, my a-ah, I f-feel so… fuck!” Bachira could barely contain the sinful moans that erupted from his chest. His hips jolting from the stimulation of the comforter rubbing his tip. With every passing minute, your speed increased, the lewd slapping of skin getting louder and louder as it reverberated around the room. Your hands massaged his sides, moving around to his chest every so often. You rolled his hard nipples between your fingers, earning more sinful moans from the raven-haired male below you. Bachira was practically shaking beneath you, slick precum coating his sensitive tip.

"I-I'm gonna cum, mommy!" Bachira moaned. A smirk spread across your face as you stilled your hips, earning a desperate whine from your fiancé. "No! No, please let me cum! It's not fair!" He cried. You simply chuckled, combing your fingers through his sweat soaked hair.

"You know, mommy wants to cum too. Wouldn't you rather we cum together?" You asked. Bachira thought for a moment, before slowly nodding. Bracing his hips, you pulled the silicone strap out of him, and swiftly discarded it. Your hands moved over to his hands, skillfully undoing the rope that held them together. Your gaze drifted to Bachira's lower half as he sat up, taking note of how painfully hard he was. You sat yourself next to him, then instructed the man to get in between your legs. You hummed in amusement at how quickly the man moved. You had him wrapped around your finger. You spread your legs wider as your fiancé situated himself, holding himself back from diving in and tasting you. "Go ahead, love. Use that pretty mouth of yours~" you cooed. Without a second thought, Bachira dove into your core, licking a delicious stripe across your aching cunt. You moaned in delight, grabbing fistfuls of his hair to maintain your balance. Bachira groaned against your skin, tongue flicking in and out of you. His hands gripped your thighs, his hips thrusting sloppily against the mattress. His nose brushed ever so lightly against your clit, earning a loud moan from you.

It takes everything in you to pull his head away from your cunt, but you were delighted to see the look on his face. His pupils were dilated, face covered in your juices. His tongue lolled out as he panted, desperately trying to catch his breath. With several large breaths, you let Bachira dive back into you. He ate you out with fervor, focused solely on pleasing you. As he massaged your insides with his tongue, you felt a familiar pressure build in your lower abdomen. Your moans grew louder as you began grinding against his face. The building pressure finally snapped as Bachira sucked on your clit, and you felt him hum in satisfaction as you moaned the loudest you had all night. As you came down from your high, you felt Bachira lap up your release, panting as he finally removed himself from your body. Bachira crawled on the bed to hover above you, looking down at you with adoration plastered all over his face. Your hand reached up to caress his cheek, chuckling as you felt something poking your inner thigh. "You still horny baby? You wanna make mommy feel really good?" You asked.

"Yes! please let me inside, Mommy! I've been so good!" Bachira responded, still panting. You gave him a nod of approval, and Bachira lined himself up with you before thrusting himself inside.

"O-Oh shit, honey! B-Be careful with, Mommy!" You moaned, attempting to adjust to the intrusion. Bachira nodded, and started a slow pace, pumping in and out. Small whines and moans left his lips as he buried his face in your neck. His cock felt so good inside you, you felt every small movement. His tip dragged deliciously against your walls, hitting every sweet spot he could. Your loud moans only egged the black-haired man on, and it didn't take long for Bachira to increase his speed. The sound of skin slapping once again filled the room, along with the lewd sounds of your moans. "O-Oh fuck, right there, baby! You fuck Mommy so good!" you cried, feeling the pressure build once again in your lower abdomen. Your mind was hazy, and you were still so sensitive from your first orgasm.

"Oh god, Mommy! You're so wet, a-and so warm~. I can't hold on!" Bachira moaned, biting into your neck to muffle his sounds. His hips pounded into you, skin squelching as he slid in and out of you. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer as you neared your second orgasm. You felt his cock twitch inside you, as his thrusts became sloppier and sloppier.

You felt Bachira's hand descend down your body, and you moaned as his thumb began rubbing ruthless circles into your clit. The stimulation Bachira provided was all you needed to be sent over the edge. The pressure in your belly exploded with pleasure, the feeling sending waves of electricity across your body. You moaned loudly, pulling Bachira closer as his hips stuttered. With a loud groan, Bachira emptied his seed inside you, filling your cunt with white hot liquid. His thrusts slowed to a stop, resting his body on top of yours as you stroked his hair. "Was that good, love? Are you feeling better?" You asked him calmly. Bachira nodded, pressing sweet kisses into your neck.

Bachira's body soon grew heavy, a wave of relaxation spreading across his body. You cooed at him, rubbing his back to ground him. "Go to sleep, my love" you said, "we can clean up later."

"I love you, Y/N." Bachira spoke softly, eyes fluttering closed.

"I love you too, Meguru." You whispered, pressing a kiss into the man's forehead. Exhaustion plagued your body, and you soon found yourself falling asleep too.

[ze0re]

╭﹐♡︎﹕ Hello Kitty Obsession ﹒〣 ﹕‹𝟹 — 𝖲𝖠𝖤 𝖨. 𝖪𝖤𝖭𝖸𝖴 𝖸. 𝖬𝖤𝖦𝖴𝖱𝖴 𝖡.

ఌ requested by @yuujis-sunshine “Hello once again, I would love to send another request. Sorry if I feel like I'm requesting too much, I just can't help it. You too much of a good writer! Anyways, my request is Sae, Kenyu and Meguru with a s/o who is totally obsessed with Hello Kitty and even wears outfits inspired by the characters. Also, in one headcannon they wear onesies of a Hello Kitty duo plz and thanks. Have a good night/ day!”

cw/tw. fluff, black!reader

an. damn girl 😭 i can tell you love my writing, but you don’t have to say sorry it’s okay 🫶🏽 this idea was cute to write. I hope you enjoy your request <3

summary.- you’re obsessed with hello kitty and your boyfriend finds it cute.

SAE ITOSHI

Secretly he found it cute but didn’t wanna admit it.

He had a bored expression as you held up two onesies in front of him. One for you and one for him pleading and begging him to match with you. “Saeeee pretty please!? It’s only one time.” You pouted as you looked at him. Sae looked at the matching onesies before looking at you sighing in response. No matter how much he wanted to say no- he couldn’t, he spoiled you too much, he just couldn’t say no so with a fat long sigh he gave in, “Fine.” He mumbled watching how your eyes became bright squealing in excitement handing him the matching onesie, he looked at it in disgust but quick to wipe it away not wanting to upset you taking it in his hands going into the bathroom to change.

What the hell am i doing..

He groaned as he looked at himself in the mirror with the bright colors blinding his eye sight. He had to mentally tell himself..it was for you. It was for your enjoyment. Your happiness. And your terrible obsession with Hello Kitty. He breathed in one last time before walking out of the bathroom spotting you already in your onesie with your Cinnamoroll plushie, your matching slippers and blanket with a wide smile, he couldn’t help but feel his lip twitch up at how cute you looked. The onesie was a bit baggy on you which made you look like a marshmallow, you walked towards his taller frame looking at him with a smile, “Well don’t you look cute.” You teased watching how he rolled his eyes with a small red blush, “You’re so obsessed.” Was all he mumbled, he wasn’t WRONG- i mean have you seen your room? It was filled with so much Hello Kitty merchandise, you had slippers, custom shoes, hoodies, pjs, posters, hair accessories and so many plushies..so many that it covers your entire top part of your bed!

But you couldn’t help it..you were practically raised by your little love for Hello Kitty.

You rolled your eyes playfully pushing him to the side to walk over to the couch, “It’s not that bad.” That bad..he could practically feel that giant eye roll come. It WAS that bad, he’s spent so much money on nothing but Hello Kitty, you see something at the mall and says “Hello Kitty” you instantly want it. So of course- Sae being the good boyfriend he is..and the love of spoiling you (Secretly) he gets it for you. He regrets giving you those gifts for Christmas but as long as you’re happy with your little weird obsession it makes him happy. He sighed once more walking towards the couch to sit next to you, pulling your body to lean onto him placing your head on his chest as you scrolled for a movie. You softly hummed looking at the tv screen with a focus gaze, “What should we watch?” He shrugged looking at the movies as well, all of them seemed so boring..until- “We should watch Princess and the frog!” You yelled excitedly seeing the movie pop up, Sae furrowed his eyebrows but nodded his head. He’s never watched this movie but by the cover it looked interesting, so clicking on the movie you grabbed your phone from the coffee table to turn off the lights now it’s completely dark with only the tv light.

An hour into the movie Sae was focus the whole time when watching. At first it was weird of how she got turned into a frog but the adventures and music that was showing was making him interested. He was enjoying it, he was so focus on the movie he didn’t realize you had fallen asleep till he felt your head fall to his lap, he looked down to spot you fell asleep with the Cinnamoroll plushie in your arms holding it tight with small snores. He found himself softly smiling seeing his more cute you were cuddling with the plushie like that, he slowly took out his phone taking a quick picture of you before placing it down, turning off the Tv picking you up to take you to your room. You hummed sleepily cuddling your head into his chest as he walked towards your room, when he got to your room he was met with of course all the Hello Kitty stuff you had, he rolled his eyes walking towards your bed placing you down as well getting in bed with you, wrapping his arms around your waist holding you close.

You were gonna be the death of him.

KENYU YUKIMIYA

He found it cute and kind of concerned.

He knew since the first day he’s seen your outfit and the charms you had on your book bag you were a Hello Kitty girl. He didn’t really have much to say other than say he was concerned but later got used to it telling himself you’re just obsessed with Hello Kitty and that’s that. He didn’t think it would be a problem in your guys relationship but oh boy..every anniversary gift he gives you it’s Hello Kitty, a Hello Kitty plushie, a note book, slippers, even a robe. But seeing how excited you get for his gifts it never failed him to make him smile.

Just as for now, you two were on a movie date. Boring i know but you liked boring stuff, besides after the movie you guys got to eat at your favorite restaurant that was in the mall you guys were at. After you guys were done eating and laughing you both walked around the mall to see if you found anything interesting….not even ten minutes in you already spotted a store that had all types of Hello Kitty and other stuff in there. When he heard your gasp and hand tighten around his, he looked up to see you looking at the store that had Hello Kitty and other stuff in the display window, his eyes widened slightly, “Oh no.” He mumbled before getting pulled towards the store with a squealing and excited girlfriend, when you both walked in it felt like you entered heaven..there was all kinds of things. There were notebooks, back packs, shirts, earrings, plushies..your eyes were sparkling.

In the matter of seconds Kenyu lost you. He doesn’t understand how when the store is so small, when he looks one way he spots you at the accessories aisle, he blinks and you’ve vanished to the clothing section- it was like taking a five year old to the candy store telling them to get anything they wanted no limit. By the time it hit 6:30 he was drained, you guys been in the store for the past 20 minutes finding stuff you liked and wanted, he was relieved that you we’re done getting what you wanted checking everything out, he watched as the cashier rung up everything but couldn’t bypass seeing Spider-Man socks…and guess what?

He got the socks.

You saw him grab the pair of socks with a raised brow about to say something but raised a hand, “Don’t even say it.” You giggled shaking your head watching him pay for everything. The total came to $75.95, you would say that’s the cheapest you’ve gotten apart from the $1 keychain at Hot Topic but other than that at-least it wasn’t a bad shopping spree..right?

Right.

When you two walked out of the mall the sun was already setting, you guys walked to his car putting everything in the backseat as you got in the passenger seat and him getting in the drivers seat starting the ignition. “Today was fun.” You said looking at him, he looked at you with a smile nodding his head leaning in, “It sure was.” He mumbled bringing his hand to grab your jaw pulling you closer to him feeling his lips ontop of yours. You sighed softly leaning more into the kiss, for a more seconds you pulled away pecking his lips a couple of times pulling back fully staring into his brown eyes with a smile, “I love you.” He smiled also feeling his heart flutter,

“I love you too, my love.”

MEGURU BACHIRA

He found it adorable.

You had always been a fan of Hello Kitty. From your bedroom decor to your phone case, to your clothing and even shoes! Everything was Hello Kitty themed. Meguru had always found it cute and endearing, it was cute how child like you would get whenever you get Hello Kitty themed stuff but lately, your obsession had grown to new heights.

It was just a normal when Meguru decided to come over to your apartment only to be surprised with two bags and a giant Batz-Maru plushie on the couch. There were was a bag filled with some new clothes but he didn’t bypass how you got three new crop shirts to go with your collection, posters, and EVEN A FREAKING HELLO KITTY MIRROR?. Your boyfriend couldn’t help but laugh at the sight, he shook his head as he made his way towards your room spotting you on the floor with a a broken down table, nails, a hammer and other building stuff.

He took a good look to see it was a beauty stand of Kuromi, he sighed sitting next to you on the floor watching how focus you were, “Don’t tell me you bought a Kuromi beauty stand.” His voice spoke, all you did was smile devilishly, “I bought a Kuromi beauty stand.” He groaned clinging onto making you fall back on your carpet, you gasped feeling your heart drop as you fell on top of him, “Meguru!.” You scolded, he only giggled in response starting to peck your cheek and lips kissing you all over, “You’re. So. Obsessive.” He said each kiss he gave you, he wasn’t wrong..you were highly obsessed but it wasn’t that bad! You rolled your eyes staring into his golden eyes with your (E/C) one’s, “I’m not that obsessed..” You defended Meguru mocked you rolling his eyes as well, “Yeah yeah whatever..but anyways i have a surprise for you my monster.” You cocked an eyebrow. “Surprise? What is it?.”

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…

…

The moment Meguru told you what the surprise was you froze into his arms as he stared at you with a grin, “Today?..like today today?” You asked still in denial about what he said but he nodded his head making your heart increase, in seconds you jumped ontop of him straddling his waist as you hugged him tight mumbling “oh my gosh” into his neck. Meguru laughed sitting up holding you still on his lap, “Baby you did not-“ “But i did, i know how much you love Sanrio so i decided to get us tickets to Sanrio Puroland.” He said proudly watching you come up from his neck with a face of disbelief, “Oh my gosh Meguru!” You whined leaning your head back onto his shoulder, you were so excited yet still in denial there was no way you guys were going to the theme park..THERE WAS NO WAY.

But there was a way. The day you guys got to the park your eyes were sparkling with stars staring at everything, you were in heaven you wanted to faint- but you didn’t. All day at the park you and Meguru went on rides, ate delicious foods and treats and even got more stuff animals to go with your collection. At the end of the day Meguru was absolutely pooped, he was in relief that you guys were finally going back to the hotel room wanting to take his ass to sleep. Right when you entered the room he instantly stripped down to his boxers grabbing his white sleeping shirt and grey sweatpants plopping ontop of the bed closing his eyes with a satisfied groan. You softly giggled to yourself, dropping the stuff you guys got at the park before stripping into your night wear getting in bed with him feeling his arm instantly wrap around your waist, “Thank you Guru..” You whispered pecking his cheek feeling a small squeeze on your waist as a response. You smiled at the small gesture, closing your eyes letting sleep of your own take over.

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[queenofallimagines]

Meet cute~

Isagi x fem Reader

A/N: Morning to all the baddies✌🏿Nothing gets you in the mood to write than starting something brand new and not working on WIPs😘 based off a rly cute TikTok I saw I think isagi would be one of the ones to meet his S/O in a super cute way

CW: black reader but not rly focused on, bad grammar it’s like 4:45 am sorry,foreigner reader, was gunna sneak in like artist reader or something but the way it’s so ambiguous is cute, Bachira the pot stirrer, he also knows Spanish a little,U-20 captain isagi?? polyglot reader, She’s afro latino, Isagi falling in love at first sight. Let me know if I missed anything!

TAGLIST: @priv-rose

"Did you see the way shidou kicked rin?” Bachira could barely breathe as memories of today’s practice filled his mind— he looked over at isagi, who was shaking his head in faux disappointment, trying to hide a smile.

“Course i did, poor rin.” Isagi chuckled, running a hand through his hair. the striker was about to add onto his sentence but the feeling of someone bumping into him distracted him. he peered over his shoulder, a small smile on his face when he saw who it was. “mm… you good?”

Looking up at him with apologetic eyes she anxiously rushes out her words.

“Ah, im Sorry!”

“It's fine, it was an accident, it happens." Isagi smiled softly, and that smile would remain on his face even as he noticed her hair. his eyes lingered on it for a moment too long, taking in the way it was pushed out of her face, the colour of it.

“Nice hair."

“Huh?” He watches as she brings a hand up to her hair reflexively fidgeting with it. “oh uh thanks. I like yours too….”

“You do? thank you, it's nothing special." He smiled still staring down at her hair. he realized he was staring and cleared his throat. After a brief moment, he spoke. Trying to clear the awkwardness.

“Hey, just out of curiosity, where are you from?" He fumbles out awkwardly internally wincing at how nervous he sounded. But he was curious as to the way she spoke. her accent sounded familiar to him, almost foreign.

“I guess but it really suits you! Shapes your face really well. And, I mean… if you’re asking where I was before Japan I’m from America.”

“Oh you think so?" Isagi's cheeks had begun to turn red, he could feel the blood rushing to his face as he smiled sheepishly Rubbing the back of his neck.

‘America? He was right, he thought. She spoke differently.’

“Ahh, you're an American, yeah? Is that why you speak funny?" He teased playfully, smiling down at her. Watching her wince a little at his words and he immediately felt embarrassment wash over him. Saying she talked weird wasn’t really polite was it? He watches as she chuckles nervously at him.

“ah, kinda? America has a lot of different accents depending on region so I’m not sure which one takes precedence when I speak Japanese. Nodding his head in relief she didn't deny it, so isagi decided to continue with his questioning.

“Okay, but what region are you from? Are you from the South?" Tilting his head slightly, his eyebrow cocked, curiousity sparking in his eyes.He tries to hide his smile as he watches her face morph into shock. Her eyes were really pretty from where he was standing…

“That easy to tell huh?”

“Yeah." Isagi snickers, he continued. "The way you speak….it's different— a lot more laidback, but not like the Tokyo-y, or Osaka accents. The American accent isn't quite heavy, but not super light either. There's no way it’s something like Texas, Florida, or California, but I'd guess somewhere in the South, closer to the South-east. Am I right?" Looking at her expectantly he can’t help but get lost in her eyes.

“….. Spot on again. I moved from Texas but I was born and raised in the east coast so sometimes I’m New York sometimes I sound more like Houston or New Orleans. Depends on the words I’m saying and how fast I’m talking.” He was actually surprised that he'd managed to guess correctly not one, but twice! With the way the corners of his lips crept upwards, he didn't realize how much he liked talking to her. As the conversation continued, he found himself smiling.

“Wow, so you're just all over the place huh, like a rainbow?" His heart fluttered hearing her giggle reach his ears. It sounded so melodious.

“yep!” Humming in thought he shoots her a smirk. “It'd be interesting to hear how you speak, like if you were super angry or something." The black haired boy teased, not realizing the flirtatious implication it could have.

“I’ve been told I talk faster and with more force so probably New York. And then I speak Spanish too so definitely that.” At the mention of her being able to speak a third language, Isagi's eyes widened. He leaned closer his curiosity growing.

“You can speak Spanish?"

“Mhm. My family is Latin American so Spanish fluency runs through my family.”

Isagi's eyes twinkled with an undeniable sparkle of curiosity. he was definitely intrigued. He’s only heard some of the players on opposing teams he’d play curse at him in Spanish but never actual full on sentences. his lips curved upwards slightly. "Can you speak it right now? If you don't mind." He watches as her eyes far around for a second before letting his again. He felt a little bad for putting her on the spot like that but not bad enough to take it back.

“Oh uh sure. Uhh” She hums for a second before clearing her throat.

“Hola, isagi y bachira. Encantado de conoceros. Los dos sois muy guapos.”

(Hi, isagi and bachira. Nice to meet you both. You are both very handsome)

Isagi's eyes widened with amazement, a look of pure joy on his face. he clapped his hands together. “That's amazing! You speak it so well!" His face flushed at the compliment.

“You know what, I have a question for you." His grin grew into a bigger, brighter smile. Her way of speaking had a certain musical quality to it. He watched her closely all the while, his eyes taking her in, and listening to the way she spoke. She'd said something about them being handsome he thinks? He looked at Bachira who'd been witnessing the conversation the entire while, he noticed his friend's eyebrows raise slightly, and a small smile come onto his lips.

‘Did she just call us handsome?’ Bachira mouthed to him. He knows Bachira definitely isn’t fluent playing in Spain and spending time around Lavinho he must’ve picked up on some. He understands it better than he does English anyway. Feeling his heart racing he looks at her without missing a beat.

"Can I try something?" His gaze didn't waver from the way her lips curved at the sides, her smile being a mere testament of her good features.Quirking an eyebrow at him she looks at him confused for a second before cautiously replying.

“Okay?”

“Say my name." Isagi said, his words laced with a soft breath. Taking half a step closer he watched her lips closely, taking in how each syllable looked as it left her lips. He heard her breath hitch as those beautiful eyes widen looking up at him.

“Yo- I mean Isagi Yoichi.”

He couldn’t help but smirk at the way she said his name. he'd told her to do so, he'd expected it, but the way she'd said his name had his heart beating out of his chest..

"Say Bachira." She chuckles smiling at him confused but obliging him anyway.

“Bachira.” Isagi's gaze remained fixated as he watched her lips form each syllable. He was enjoying this and his brain hadn't quite caught up with the fact that he was enjoying this.

“Say your own name." She smiles at him before speaking her own name. He can’t help the shiver that runs up his spine. The way the words flowed out of her mouth like honey, her tongue curling around every vowel. He would do anything to hear her talk forever if he could. The way her accent was almost hypnotic to his ears. It seemed even her name had no special effect on him.

“I have to tell you, your accent is so cute." He tilted his head slightly as he continued.

"One more thing." The stunned look on her face had him biting back a smile. That deer in headlights look was absolutely precious. It wasn’t until then did he notice the difference between them. The way she looked up at him made something inside him go absolutely wild.

“Oh. Uh thanks.”

“How about you say... isagi yoichi is an absolute cutie?" He teased playfully. He knew when saw her flustered face he had to tease her just a bit more. Like if he’s gunna try and shoot his shot he’s going to put himself at an advantage. Grinning, he was having so much fun, he forgot Bachira was watching the two of them carefully now. His eyes darting back and fourth between the two.

“Yoichi Isagi es precioso.”

The athlete felt his heart stop. He wasn't actually expecting her to do it! And so quickly without any hesitation. He was stunned into silence. His jaw had dropped and his cheeks were blazing bright. Bachira hadn't missed or misread what had just happened. He laughed quietly, a smile tugging at his lips.

‘Damn.. Did that really just happen? Talk about matching energy.’

She laughing seeing his flushed face. He looked like he was trying to find words but forgot how to speak at all.

“Uh,you ok?” Isagi who was was still blushing, lifted the corners of his mouth tilted upwards in embarrassment and joy. Bachira was just barely holding back a laugh. When he found his voice he finally managed to speak after a moment.

“Y-yes. I'm very okay." Isagi's voice was still laced with embarrassment, but he continued anyway. “Can I ask you something though?”

“Hm?”

“Do you have a boyfriend?" His voice still laced with embarrassment, but there was genuine curiosity behind it now. He tries to steady his heart as he looks at her expectantly. He watches as she looks at him surprised stuttering out her words.

“W- I- no?? Like I don’t. I don’t have a boyfriend.”

Isagi nodded, his mind reeling. This day was wild already, she was flirting with him, he was flirting with her– it was really something else. He couldn't deny that the idea of her not being taken was something that gave him the confidence to continue.

"You don't?" He asked again, this time a little slower just to hear her say it. His eyebrows rose, his cheeks were hot with embarrassment, his mind began to race. Deep blue eyes remained on her, he couldn't help staring. He didn't need any other confirmation other than this. he smiled softly, trying to hide just how happy her answer made him.

“Oh, So that means there's no one who'd come and beat me up if I asked you out?" He asked her jokingly, but his voice still remained soft.

“o-oh uh no that wouldn’t happen….” Smiling wider as he caught onto the fact that she'd blushed. She was too adorable, the way her eyes were looking at everything but him. Her hands nervously pulling at her shirt. That, and her soft, smooth voice was sending him into a state of bliss.. And he was starting to get carried away. His grin grew.

“Wellll... Can I ask you something then?"

“Y-yeah?” Shyly looking up at him he noticed the tips of her ears looking red.

“Would you like to go out with me?" He had put all his cards out on the table now and was waiting in anticipation as he asked her. He could hardly believe that he'd gotten to the point of asking her this. His heart was beating out of his chest and there was something happening in his stomach. It wasn't pleasant... The nerves were eating away at him.

“Mhm….i would.” Isagi felt his breath catch in his throat as she agreed. His cheeks were heated, his palms were sweaty, his fingers were trembling. He couldn't breathe. Everything about this felt surreal, there had to be a catch. But, no. It was really happening, he really just asked her out on a date and she agreed.

“Really?" He watches intently as she rocks on the heels of her feet looking away from him. “Mhm.”

His heart was still beating out of his chest. His whole body felt tingly as his cheeks grew hotter. Her answer had taken him by surprise, it'd been a lot easier than he thought it'd be to ask her. His eyes were drawn towards her lips, they were so cute and looked so soft…

Just before he could say anything though, Bachira coughed.

"Isagi?"

Jolting she glances over at him flushing in embarrassment forgetting he was there. She’d completely put all her focus on the boy flirting with her. Bachira looked more like an amused observer, his lips curled up into a small smile. Isagi was flustered to have been caught staring, he snapped out of his thoughts to glance over at him. He felt his face grow even more hot.

“W-what?"

He felt a wave of embarrassment slack him in the face as his friend’s laughter rang out. he'd been enjoying watching what was going on behind the scenes. Bachira's teasing was usually directed towards Isagi, who was easy to tease. So, seeing him be the one getting teased for once and being affected this much by was entertaining.

"You're all red, man.." Bachira teased, the corners of his lips remained curled upwards.He whips his head around to hear the girl snickering at him, hand over her mouth.

“Shut up." Isagi tried his best to sound annoyed, but his voice came out sounding flustered. He was very flustered, he was still red like a tomato. His mind couldn't seem to come up with anything else.. The only thing his body was focused on was her. Her pretty face, her soft voice, her sweet smile, her laugh…. Flinching he felt her grab his hand and he froze.

“Here.”

His heart skipped a beat as she grabbed his hand and held it firmly. He couldn't help, his eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. Was she really holding his hand? Her touch was so soft... her grip was gentle, yet firm.. He found himself trying not to close his eyes in that brief moment. She steps closer to him turning to hold her hand in front of him. He was hoping she couldn’t feel his heart beating out of his chest as her back pressed up against his chest. He feels frozen where he stands as she writes her name and number across his wrist.

“How about you can decide after you win your next game yeah? I’ll be watching so don’t disappoint me.”

His eyes remained on her as she wrote her number down on his wrist, their thumbs grazing together and sliding together for a brief moment. The feel of her grip on his wrist had Isagi's body tingling and his mind racing. He was taken aback by her gesture, but his mind was only focused on one thing right now. She wanted to watch him? She'd be there... watching him? Isagi couldn't help, he grinned, his pulse was rising. Once she finished she moved away from him letting his wrist fall. Capping the pen she held she tapped the end on his nose smiling at him.

“Don’t disappoint me now pretty.” Isagi was startled by her words. For the first time in his life, he was called pretty. His cheeks went red and that one word alone caused his entire world to stop moving around him, he felt so warm.

“I don't plan on it. You'll see, I'll be impressive." He said, his tone was much more confident than he'd meant to sound. She rolled her eyes at him letting a huff leave her lips.

“I’ll definitely hold you to that Mr egoist.”

“Oh?" Smirking he was aware that she was teasing him.He chuckled as it was his turn. “You have no idea..I'm gonna do my damn best to go all out in the game and win." He was already confident. His ego was growing, but he didn't mind that. He had every right to be confident with the skills that he had. His cocky smile remained on his lips.

“I expect to see you there?" He watches as she swallows hard looking up at him. She felt her face heat up at the look of determination in his eyes.

“y-yeah definitely. I’ll keep my eyes on you the whole time….”

Now isagi could feel the adrenaline running through veins. This was all so new to him, the way she was acting so flirty, the way her eyes were on him and her cheeks were flushed just by his look.. The way she was talking right now was making his whole world spin again. Smiling he was enjoying the feel of all those butterflies. He let go of her hand finally and he looked away for a second.

“Okay, then. I guess I'll see you there." He finally said as he turned to leave. Clutching his jacket in hopes to stop his heard from beating so loudly in his ears. He was on cloud 9 and he couldn’t even process this moment being real.

“Yeah… bye yoichi. See you there.” Isagi waved at her, turning to exit. He felt her eyes still lingering on him as he went. His mind was filled with so many thoughts right now. He couldn't believe that he'd done that, he couldn't believe that it had happened... But, it did happen. He had got a date. He had a date with the prettiest girl he'd ever met. That didn't seem real, and he couldn't be happier about it. As he left the gym, Bachira was waiting for him with a smug look on his face.

“You got a date?" Bachira asked, watching him as he approached. Isagi's cheeks were glowing bright red, his grin was infectious. "Shut-up." Isagi snapped back, clearly feeling flustered still. His hands were trembling ever so slightly and he was aware that it was all over his facial expressiosn. He attempted to hide his emotions but to no avail, he was just too excited for his own good.

“Awwwww Come on, you can't lie! I can see it all over you, your face is bright red and your lips got this dumb grin on em. You're down bad when you're flustered, and the way she was looking at you? Yeah, you got a date." Bachira said excitedly as he watched his friend trying his best to hide his emotions.

“Shut. up." He said, a hint of frustration in his voice. Isagi didn't want to acknowledge that his friend was right, but he had a point. He was right. Isagi could still feel her hand on his wrist. He felt like he could still feel her breath on his skin. His cheeks were red, his hands were shaking. All because this damn date.

[n4giism]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ inside this dream by carego ࿐ྂ

blue lock x gn!reader

characters: yoichi isagi, meguru bachira, rin itoshi, hyoma chigiri, rensuke kunigami, reo mikage, seishiro nagi

content: bllk characters and their nicknames (from reader or their own friends)

ari’s note: idk i feel like their names r so nickname-able yk😁 so here we are also i feel like nicknames r so precious and special!!!!

part 2

yoichi isagi:

— ichi

he loooves it. only you call him this, it’s a shortened name of ‘yoichi’ and he thinks it’s so cute and easy to say.

— isachi

combination of yoichi and isagi, bachira and you probably made this name together.

also kinda like a cutesy way to say “isagi”.

whenever you or bachira call him this you like to make it looong so isagi feels it’s sooo cute like “isachiiiiiiiiii!!!”

— my best striker

you often call him this when he’s feeling upset or down and you want to cheer him up!!

“even if you lost the game, you are still my best striker, ichi.” oh how his heart softens when he hears that.

—yocchan

his parents call him this! makes him feel like a child again so whenever you call him this he just wants to be babied he goes all soft when you call him “yocchan”.

meguru bachira:

— megu

a simple shortened version of ‘meguru’. he likes when you call him this playfully! it’s so domestic to him

— bee

it could be spelled as just ‘b’ for ‘bachira’ but it’s cuter with the ‘ee’ and make it ‘bee’ so he loves it. you came up with this due to his black and yellow coloured hair!

— beechira

he thinks it’s so silly. he has come to believe he is a bee.

— bumblebee

just like the transformer. he does see that they have similar personalities. curious, friendly, outgoing and silly. he likes this but not a lot of people call him this. he’s happy either way!!! so it’s ok!

— baechira

he thinks it’s funny!! but it also makes him happy when you came up with this name for him since it shows that he is your bae

rin itoshi:

— rinnie

he isn’t sure how he feels about this but you and his friends like to playfully call him this. he does think it’s cute and he especially likes it when you use it to ask him for a favour

“rinnie, please!” he melts.

it’s different when like shidou says it or something though.

“rinnie! i love you!” “shut up”.

— rinrin

cutesey wootsy silly rinrin. sometimes he likes it when you just add more and more ‘rin’ to this.

you often say this when you’re in a rush, y’know? like you’re watching a scary movie and you want to hide in his chest you go, “rinrinrinrinrinrin”.

or when you’re excited to tell/show him something and you just keep repeating his name until he hears you.

— the rin(g)

man. aryu and bachira probably teased him with this just for laughs. with tokimitsu asking them to stop making fun of people’s names but rin doesn’t say anything because he did find it a little funny.

it adds to his scary aura and demeanour. with his bangs that cover his eyes he does look like the ghost from the ring

hyoma chigiri:

— hyo/hyoma

simple and easy. he likes it. it sounds airy to him, just ‘hyo’. you call him this on a daily basis.

“hyo, can you get me some milk? “hyo, let’s watch a movie.” “i love you, hyo.” “are you done doing your hair, hyo?” man, he loves it so much.

— chi

taken from ‘chigiri’ he thinks it’s cute. his teammates call him this sometimes if “chigiri” is too long to say.

— princess

he’s neutral about this. there’s no denying that he does have feminine traits like long silky hair but he has nothing against it.

in fact, he absolutely adores when you call him princess. like when you’re teasing him with, “okay, princess.” he smiles to himself a little and avoids eye contact because he’s so shy.

— onigiri

he likes when you play around with his name, it’s entertaining and you always come up with the cutest names. this is his contact name in your phone.

rensuke kunigami:

— kuni

you call him this more than his first name ‘rensuke’. he has nothing against it though. he loves it just as much as you do. he feels like it’s such a cute name that contrasts his big muscular self.

his teammates want to call him this but he gives no reaction when they call him ‘kuni’. he really only likes it when it comes from you.

— gummy

taken from ‘kunigami’. gummy sounds so cute. you call him this when you spoil him with love and affection, “i love my silly gummy”.

— ren/rensuke

his family calls him this like his mom and dad. makes him feel small and protected.

‘ren’ is also easy to say and remember.

— musclehead

well there’s no denying that he is a gym freak and loves to workout. so he doesn’t say anything.

his friends call him this when they’re joking around so he’s fine with it.

reo mikage:

— reo

everyone calls him ‘reo’ more than ‘mikage’. you call him this on a daily basis because it’s short and sweet.

this is his favourite name.

— mika

taken from ‘mikage’. he feels like it makes a big contrast. ‘mikage’ sounds manly, but ‘mika’ feels more soft and friendly. he looooves when you call him mika even though it’s mostly a feminine name.

— oreo

you call him this when you really want something from him like his attention. he loves it when you drag the name too, “oreoooooo,”

makes him feel like a kid with these silly names.

sometimes you enunciate the ‘o’ and make it, “oh-reo” “oh, reo” “oreo”.

seishiro nagi:

— sei

he likes it! he doesn’t mind what anyone calls him, actually. it’s too much of a bother to care. but when you call him this, he smiles a little.

— shiro

also part of his first name. he finds it funny how his first name can be split into two and still have both be suitable names.

— choki’s dad

his heart swells with pride when you call him this. he’ll even tease you back by saying, “if i’m choki’s dad then y/n is choki’s mom/dad too.”

— nagi seishiro

he knows he’s in trouble when you call his full name. it scares him. his eyes widen a little and he prepares himself for what he did or did not do.

“oh crap, did i leave my socks around the house again? did i forget to lock the front door?”

end.

[ramu-ego]

(nsfw) ROPE BUNNIES :: x femdom!Reader

♡ - requests open cw: fem!Reader, dom!Reader, aged up, bondage/bdsm themes, nipple play, handjob(s), anal fingering, pegging/cum lube, vaginal penetration (Nagi's), sex toys, general sexual themes word count: scenario headcanons character(s): Barou Shoei, Itoshi Rin, Koun Wataru, Bachira Meguru, Nagi Seishiro

DNI :: minors, blank blogs + m!Reader blogs

THE CRAB :: nylon ropes + nipple play

Barou huffed, face flush with color almost as rosy as his nipples and red eyes in a dull haze after you'd peeled the tape off of one of the bullet vibrators previously adhered to his chest. One still alive and humming on his pec as he watched you take the rest of the tape off the other tiny vibrator with a grin. "Ahh look how much you like it my king." You rolled the hard plastic between your fingers while your other hand reached out to pinch and pluck at his uncovered nipple. Immediately getting Barou to rolls his eyes into the back of his head. Muscles jumping to life as they strained against the ropes criss-crossing his chest as well as the snug knots keeping his legs and arms tied together in the classic crab like pose. You smirked down at the muscle idiot soccer player under you and saw nothing but a helpless horny idiot, "Want your titties played with huh? Does the king have sensitive little tits begging to be played with?" Wedging yourself rightfully between his bound legs you turn on the freed bullet vibrator and let it gloss over his skin as you get comfortable. Barou's legs spread and bound upwards allowing you complete access to his chest. Cock, while screaming for attention with a purple and red head glistening with precum, was not your desire at the moment. Leaving him to groan deep in the back of his throat when your front leaning over him gave him only a miniscule amount of relief brushing his cum heavy balls and throbbing cock. All of that passed up in favor of cupping your hands along the ropes crossed over his chest. And squeezing the prominent muscles in the pro's chest. Pushing them together and watching Barou melt like a horny teenager getting their tits fondled for the first time. Squeezing them together and smiling you graze your thumb over Barou's one uncovered nipple as the other one was still being subjected to the bullet on it's highest setting taped to his chest. With only one uncovered you couldn't stop at just rubbing and pinching it. Leaning down and giving his cock even more to rut and grind against in his vulnerable position on his back. Your lips encircle his sensitive little bud to lavish it with attention from your tongue. Sucking and grazing your teeth over his nipple as Barou writhes in pleasure under you absolutely unable to do anything this bound up with his favorite ropes. At your mercy until you finally popped your lips off his nipple. Licking the excess salvia from your lips but letting what clung to his nipple give him shivers the second cold air hit it. Growling but powerless under you, Barou tried to glare up at you but had no real power as you once again reached out and pinched his nipple until it was growing as red and rosy as the bridge of his nose, "Lets see if you can cum from just your nipples this time...like a good boy."

THE PUPPY STYLE :: spread bar + milking

Your hands slip down and grab at the thickest part of his thighs to pull him back against your pubic bone playfully. Rin folded over in half in front of you. Face down, ass up; with his head turned only enough so the idiot didn't suffocate himself. He was for them most part immobilized by the black bar keeping his knees shoulder width apart. Perfect positioning for you. "Such a good boy..." Words thick with that sweet praising tone Rin fought tooth and nail for, you could feel him groan when he heard you. In addition to the cute butt wiggle he did back against your pelvic area, "Ah, do you wish I had the strap on?" Eyes rolling back in his head Rin's face pinched a little before he relaxed with a heavy groan, "Shut up..." Moving away from him. Releasing his hips entirely and earning a moan of protest at even the slight friction you were giving him. Rin wiggled and pulled at his cuffs keeping his hands snug next to his feet in the spread bar. His words a direct correlation to the attention he would get. And he knew this. Reaching out to caress a single finger down the seam of his cum heavy balls. You amuse yourself with the faint touch running down the underside of his cock as Rin tries with all his might to push back into you and relieve some of the ache knotting up in his stomach due to his throbbing cock. And as your finger tip swiped past his leaking tip you indulged the brat with your fist closing around his cock. "With an attitude like that you're not gonna get anything but my hand." You reprimand him with that sickeningly sweet tone but with the worst threat of them all. Rin shakes his head in deniable about that. Burying his face into the fabric under his face as the first long languid stroke of his cock sends a shiver right up his spine. Goosebumps prickling all over his skin you can't help but draw a feathery touch down his spine as your fist slowly pumps away at his cock, "Is that really a threat though when you love to be milked like a common animal?" Rin could snap at the strongest of teammates. Argue with world super stars on a global scale. But you. You were impossible to disagree with. Not when his cock continued to leak into your fist. Fingers curled around his throbbing length in the most delicate way. Pumping him up and down slowly as your free hand switched from stroking down his sensitive spine to fondling his balls. Rin couldn't fight back because as long as he remained strapped into his spread bar, he would always be nothing more than a common animal you could milk dry.

BOXTIE :: fingering + cock rings

One prominent vein running up the side of his cock throbbed the second Kuon saw you dip your fingers in the lube. Sticky fingers scissoring and spreading the lube about on your digits right in front of his face. His face heating up as he looked down at himself naked, on his knees with his arms pinned behind his back with the ropes crossing over his torso. "You look so good in this color baby..." You hinted at the purple role, just a little shiny, looking absolutely drop dead gorgeous on him now that he was all done up like a little present for you. Leaning forward so your tits pressed into his bare chest, your lube covered finger slipped down between his cheeks to tease his enterance as you nipped at his ear lobe, "Lemme see if I can make you put some white on those pretty new ropes." Out came a shaky breath that only turned into a choked moan when Kuon pressed back into your fingers. Gooey wetness of the lube giving way quickly to the filling pleasure of your fingers searching for the right spot inside him. An easy mark to find when your slow search pushed your knuckles in deeper and one slight curl of your finger found the perfect spot. Kuon's cock twitching between your bodies. While the cockring around his base prevented him from blowing his load this early in the scene. Your perfect mark against his prostate was only made worse when a thicker bead of precum streaked with white bubbled from his slit. "S-Shit-" Kuon managed feeling the bit of water cum wanting to leave his cock but the cockring making it impossible for him to blow his load so quickly, "I- I wanna cum-" Introducing the other slimy finger into him, you succeeded in drawing out another milky white drop of cum from the tip of his untouched cock. Smearing most of his juices on his own abs. But you helped out by mashing your tits into his chest and letting your breath tickle his neck as you slowly began pumping your fingers in and out of him, "If I wanted you to cum would I have put the ring on you?" A moment of silence, a slight shimmy back on your fingers as he tried to fuck himself on them and then a sigh when Kuon lulled his head forward against your shoulder and leaned into you, "No ma'am." "Exactly." You quickened the pace of your fingers inside him. Stirring him up and abusing that man's cute overly sensitive prostate as he remained bound and knelt in front of you, "Now be a good boy and save all that cum for when I ride you." Kuon, shaking with the pleasure taking over, found more and more of himself leaning into you. Until he was bent over relying on you to hold him up. Face bright red and panting. Unable to cum and unable to get more of you inside him. His cock leaked over his stomach and begged for more than just the light friction of your bellies together. But he couldn't form a coherent word with your fingers wiggling around inside him. He'd really have to wait until he finally got to blow his load to even have a coherent thought again.

REVERSE CHAIR :: breeding + pegging

"Fill me uppppp." Bachira whined as all he could do was wiggle on the chair and voice his neediness as he lulled his head over the edge of the chair, "I want your cum in me noooooow." "Jeesh you're demanding for the one tied to a chair." You placed your hands on either side of Bachira's hips and rutted the toy into him. Slight squeak of the chair that had put up with your fucking this long. Your strap disappeared into him completely and you rutted against his ass as your hands searched for what was attached to the other end of the cum tube, "Wanna be filled up to the brim huh?" With cum lube filled syringe in hand, you pushed down ever so slightly on the plunger and just that much more slimy, white fake cum was pumped into Bachira. "Fuck..." Bachira groaned as he remained limp over the back of the chair. Drool pooling in the corner of his mouth as he got that second feeling of fullness with even the meager amount of fake cum you pumped into him, "More." He managed through blissful groans. Slowly pulling out just till the tip of you toy sat at his entrance, you pushed down on the plunger some more before slipping your strap back into him fully. Thick gooiness of the cumlube making it that much easier to bottom out in Bachira as you kept pushing more and more fake cum into him. Knowing full well that he'd be happy until he was bloated with your slime if given the chance. "God you're such a slut..." You teased more with another push of the plunger. Even more of the thick mess being pumped into him and earning a pathetic groan from the soccer player tied to the chair, "I'm gonna fill you up then watch it all pour out of you like a proper creampie..." Your words always made Bachira's spine tingle and mind race. He couldn't do much but take you from his set in stone position on the chair. And as you finally pushed down on the rest of the syringe hooked up to your faux cock, Bachira was still trying to desperately wiggle down on your length even as the base of the toy was already soiled and disgusting with the lube leaking out of him. And just like you had said. You pulled out the fat silicone cock. Gushes of fake cum rushing out of him and down his balls and drooling down his cock. Bachria sighing with such relief as the sensation of being pumped full to almost empty was bliss in its own way. Only to be caught by total surprise when your hand curled around his slopy, messy cock. All the cumlube that had drooled out of him now on his cock. Leaving it a sticky slimy mess that you could stroke carefree as he remained tied to the chair. Bachira's senses immediately going on overdrive as you pumped his cock as he was tied on his knees to the chair with nowhere to go. You couldn't help giggle as you slathered the cumlube over his balls and went back to jerking him off without a sign of stopping, "Lets add some real cum to the mix, shall we monster?"

SPREAD EAGLE :: overtimulation + condoms

Three huffs and Nagi weakly pulled at the ropes keeping his legs and arms spread apart on the bed under you. He couldn't stop breathing hard as you threw your leg over his side once more. Dismounting him just to look at the cum filled condom so pathetically clinging to his cock after his orgasm. "Aww you still have some in there," You peeled the used condom and hung it up between the two of you so Nagi could see the globs of cum pooling in the tip of it just as well as you could. A disgusting little trophy and a signal that he still had more to give, "Guess we'll go again." "What a pain..." Nagi turned to mumble into the pillow under his head but showed absolutely no sign of signaling an end to this as you tore into the packaging of another condom. Even going as far as groaning when you unraveled the thing down his shaft. Stroking him for good measure and for his reaction. Before swinging your leg back over him and sinking yourself down on the fresh new condom as the one you just took off him was tied and placed next to the three already tied off and full of cum on the night stand next to you, "Can't I just cum in you...." Nagi's whine the closest to a beg you'd get out of him. "Did you earn it?" You asked, purposely moving your hips on him before he was able to form a proper answer. "N-No-" Nagi managed through gritted teeth. Both the sensation of knives tearing at his core as well as the overwhelming sensation of toe curling pleasure did their dance as his cock was once again being abused by the gummy soft walls surrounding him as you used him. The ties spreading him out on the bed more for show than formality. You could ride Nagi dry any day and he wouldn't move a muscle. Still the contrast of his skin to the beautiful red ropes excited the both of you. Paired with the slight fact that the six four man truly would have to ask you for help if he wanted out. Making it that much easier to ride him as he never went hard between orgasms just because of the simple ropes binging him helpless under you. You'd bounce on his cock and scrape your fingers down his chest until that tell tale groan left his barely open mouth. Watch the sweat bead on his forehead and make his hair clumpy. Until Nagi was curling his toes and shooting blanks into the condom like you expected him to do. But considering how much cum he was still emptying into that fourth condom. He had a ways to go until you drained him dry and decided what fun was to be had with all those wonderful balloons of cum.

[lethby]

Panacea ⍣ ೋ

- A solution or remedy for all difficulties or diseases.

Art by: Mm39572_02

Pairing: Bachira Meguru x Reader (fluff, like, lots of)

Summary: When you coincidentally reunite with your boyfriend and are welcomed with a joyful surprise from him

Spoilers: u-20 match and the fun bowling chapter

The feeling in your heart as you seated in front of the TV could only be described as pride. You watched as the boy whom you haven't seen in weeks is becoming one with the ball, leaving behind members of the U-20 one by one.

Your eyes have been glued to the screen since the beginning of the match, and your heartbeat accelerated with adrenaline upon the entrance of your boyfriend in the field. Even if the quality wasn't the best, you could still see how his hair got longer and he got a little bit taller and muscular. Your gaze was on him the whole time, even when he didn't have that ball; and a frown was visible in your face when the camera moved and he would get out of frame.

Although, when he got the ball to make his amazing play, you noticed how Bachira's skills have improved since the last time you saw him drible in the school's pitch, now expertly dancing with his feet, handling the ball as he pleases. You were sure your neighbors could hear your excitement when he almost scored a goal, even more when finally, in the last minute, the Blue Lock 11 won the match.

You hopped exhilarated across the room, but looked at the TV just in time to see Bachira blow a kiss to the camera and mouth 'that was for you, y/n'. You felt your heart skip a beat through your ribcage and blood running up to paint your face red.

"Such a dork" you said to no one with a fond smile.

God you hoped you could be there right now and give him the biggest kiss in the world. You knew his mom was there since, hilariously enough, her cheers drowned the whole audience's. You chuckled at the scene.

What caught your attention next was the team's celebration. It was noticeable throughout the match, but now it was clear how much fun he's had and will have with his teammates, which you could see were very good friends. At this, your heart tightened yet again for Bachira. You knew he would make friends eventually with the same passion as him; and surely, he did.

When the program ended, you had a simple dinner and went to bed with only thoughts of your boyfriend and how happy you were for him. He was now a professional player to cry out loud! Finally, with a smile on your face, you let the dreamland catch up to you.

The next morning you awoke from your slumber only to see a notification in your cellphone

‌Megu 🐝

- ‌Hey n/n guess who got his phone back plus a 2 week vacation for winning the match!!

You wouldn't be more excited about a text even if it said that you won the lottery. You eagerly responded to the message, but had to wait some time for the sleepy and lazy man to awake. When he did, you both had a sweet and very chaotic conversation, ending up planning a hang out for tomorrow. 'Today some of the team members are going out, but I assure you the rest of days are only yours! <3' That's what he said. Not that you mind much of course, you'll have plenty of time all for yourselves to catch up.

Figuring you had nothing to do today, you decided to treat yourself to something nice in a famous cafe. It was somewhat far from your home but you needed to drain all this energy you had from the anticipation of reuniting with your boyfriend again.

Finished with preparing yourself, you exited to the street and started heading towards the cafe. The weather was good, sunrays warmly caressing your skin. After getting distracted by a few chirping birds and a unimaginably cute stray cat, you safely arrived at your destination. Nevertheless, upon rising your gaze, your steps came to a halt and your eyes widened.

'Is that...?'

In a table not far from the entrance were three boys that were very much recognisable. A feminine boy with long pink hair and eyes, a black-haired teen and, back facing you, a boy with shoulder length, semi-dyed blonde hair enjoying his smoothie.

The situation was surreal, I mean what are the odds? You wanted to laugh at the coincidence but you were left to stunned to even blink. You really wanted to see him, but meeting him like this out of nowhere after weeks left you speechless, like he wasn't real. The man that yesterday was sweating after literally fighting for his life is now here, chatting with his friends joyously as he takes a sip of his drink.

In the end, before you had time to process what was happening, your playful side, that you very much took from him, took over you and were sneakily approaching the group with a grin on your lips. Then, Bachira felt a pair of hands cover his eyes followed by a singed "Guess who~?".

At the instant recognition of your voice, Bachira quickly got up and turned around while holding your hands like an excited puppy.

"y/n!"

His eyes lighted up in a familiar way, like when you told him he could teach you how to play football. You wished you could've admired his features more, but your feet didn't touch the ground for much longer since he picked you up by the waist and cheerfully spun you around not caring if he made a scene, both of your laughs giving each other tons of serotonin.

"Megu! I saw you on TV! You were amazing. I'm so proud of you I feel like my chest is gonna explode. You sure improved a lot your skills and that dribbling was so impressive! I couldn't stay put in my seat for the love of God. I don't know how to put it into words I just felt like I was gonna-"

He interrupted you with more laughs, this time grateful and amused ones.

When he eventually put you down, dizziness taking over your body, he kept holding you in a bear hug. Hell, even bears are humiliated by how tight he was embracing you. His now stronger arms had no intention of letting you go, pressing you firmly against his figure. His head rested against the crook of your neck and you could feel his silly smile on your skin. God how you missed his hugs. As energetic as he is, Bachira wasted no time in covering you with butterfly kisses, all the way from your neck, to your jaw and every spot on your jolly face; widening the smile on your lips.

Seeing this man had no intention to stop any time soon, you put a stop to his attacks by closing the gap between your lips, sharing the so long awaited and yearned kiss. The plan worked as wonderfully as expected, him reciprocating it without a second thought. It was messy and chaotic, but that's just how bachira was, and you loved it, like you were made for each other.

When you went out of breath, you gave him a quick rest by opting to press your foreheads together. Nevertheless, before he was able to dive in for another kiss, you were interrupted by a male voice behind Bachira.

"Oi Bachira, are you gonna present us your girlfriend or what?"

You let go a little from Bachira (action that was not welcomed by the male, that held you tighter) to look at the grinning, falsely annoyed redhead and his somewhat awkward blue eyed friend. Bachira then smiled widely before spinning you around to face his teammates.

"Of course! Say hi to y/n!"

After the little bit of embarrassment left your body, you decided to start a conversation.

"I know you. You're Chigiri and Isagi right? I saw the match yesterday."

"You got that right."

Isagi then intervened "Bachira you have a girlfriend?! you never told us!"

"You never asked."

You chuckled at the interaction and they offered you to sit with them . You complied while teasing Bachira a bit.

"Didn't you want to hang out with the boys today?" Intentionally putting ironic emphasis in 'the boys'.

"Come on bumblebee don't be like thaaaat. Now that you're here I'm not letting you get away so easily!" His face made a funny twist before turning to you again "Actually, what are you doing here?"

Your mouth made an 'oh' shape as you remembered the previous coincidence, laughing a bit at it.

"In fact I was gonna ask you the same. I just went here to grab some coffee when I saw you."

Bachira chuckled in realization and rubbed your cheeks together.

"You can never escape from me, can you?"

"Not that I'd ever want to." You playfully responded.

Then, the conversation continued at the table. You watched as the three friends chatted and you couldn't help but but fondly smile at the sight of Bachira having so much fun. Seeing the outcome, you were glad that he took the Blue Lock project. You took a few sips of the drink that Bachira offered you, laughing at the almost-too-much sweetness. In the end, he never changes. On Bachira's side, he was euphoric seeing as you swiftly got along with his friends. The sight of you made him fall in love all over again. In not one moment did he let go of you during the conversation; let it be interlacing your pinkies together, putting and arm around your shoulders or waist or keeping your knees in touch under the table.

He only separated from you when you all got up and prepared to leave and Isagi called him over to show him something on his phone. He approached what you assumed was his best friend after patting your head and childly ruffling your hair. You were left chatting with Chigiri, quickly realizing he was a pretty nice guy to talk to and that you had a lot in common. Loud footsteps interrupted your talk about a podcast and, unfortunately, you didn't react fast enough to dodge your boyfriend that just jumped in your back, making you lose balance and almost fall. Chigiri, who was in front of you, was successfully startled. Not that he wasn't used to Bachira suddenly attacking people, of course.

"Megu, you weight to much for me-"

"y/n y/n! There's a friend of us in a nearby arcade, let's go jump him!"

In a split of a second, he switched your places and energetically threw you over his shoulder, almost dropping you. He then proceeded to shameless make a sprint towards said arcade, completely leaving his surprised friends behind.

"MEGURU PUT ME DOWN I'M GONNA FALL" you yelled in a panicked tone. You were grateful that the streets were practically empty, so the passerbys wouldn't be blessed with this scene.

Chuckling as he tightened his hold in your legs and waist he said "I'm not gonna let you fall. Let's go before Chigiri catches up to us!"

You couldn't see his face, but giving his high-pitched joyful laugh, you didn't need to to know he was having the time of his life. He freed you from his grasp when you arrived at your destination, slightly out of breath. His hands lovingly hugging your waist, yours around his neck gently playing with his golden locks. You gave yourselves a moment to take in each other's features as you recovered your breath, mostly maintaining eye contact. You wished this moment lasted forever. In others' eyes you probably looked dopey right now, but you were to lovestruck to care, seeing the fond look and dork smile in the other's face.

Bachira's eyes softened even more in pure adoration for you as he started to draw shapes in your hips with his thumbs in a soothing motion. Your curiosity was piqued by the affection.

"What?"

"Nothing, just missed you so much bumblebee"

His smile never once faltered. Instead, it keep getting wider. It was contagious in a way, making you jelly under his arms.

"I missed you too, Megu. Everyday I wondered how you were doing and what were you up to. It quickly got boring without you around, you know?"

He sweetly chuckled, making your legs weak.

"Yeah, must be torture not having me around huh"

'and that goes both ways' he wanted to add, but you got the message through his sarcasm.

"God, I'm so glad you're finally back, even if it's temporary."

"Me too." He partially sighed.

You pulled him closer and rested his head in your shoulder, enabling you to run your fingers through his scalp, which was welcomed by a relaxed sigh from him. After a while in each other's arms, you felt him reach for something in his pocket in a swift motion and fiddle with it behind your back. Before you had time to question him he pulled back a bit to face you.

"You know, part of the reasons I didn't hang out with you today was because I had to get something I ordered without you knowing, but managed to do it before we met at the cafe."

With that, he brought his hands between the two of you and slipped a small metallic object in your finger. When you glanced at it, you were met with a gold ring with a dolphin design on it, kinda similar to the pin he wore attached to his jacket. Looking up, you saw Bachira's hand raised, showing a silver ring of his own with a (fav animal) design instead.

'He got us..."

"Ta-da! Matching rings! How do you like the surprise? I figured this way we'll have each other near even if we're far away phisically. They even have our favourite animals on them! See?" He explained to you as happy as a puppy who just got a treat.

This time, it was your turn to fall in love all over again. You felt like crying while seeing your smiling boyfriend and the rings, with the sweetest thought put into them. You were left speechless.

At your lack of response, Bachira tilted his head.

"y/n?"

You threw yourself at him and he picked you up effortlessly with his arms.

"I- Meguru I love it so much. I love you so much. Thank you I really don't deserve you."

Bachira, as he shone brighter that the sun, wanted to say many things, but opted for one instead.

"You're very welcome, my panacea."

Additional time!

"Where did you even learn that word?"

"There's a lot of weirdos in Blue Lock to learn from."

As he said that with the most innocent grin, you could catch sight of Chigiri and Isagi plus a group of more teammates chaotically interacting together, which you assumed they encountered in the way here.

"Can tell."

Finally done with this fic it took forever!

I don't have much to say except that I hope you liked it! It's certainly very fluffy and I enjoyed writing every second of it.

I never have motivation to write but when you pop you can't stop and I ended up spending the weekend writing this.

I think I portrayed well the character's personalities which is very important to me so cheers for me.

Remember to drink water, Lethby ༊*·˚