okay, I like to think knowing that Bachira is an energetic boy, he would love to ram inside of you with a chaotic speed. or, just atleast let you grind on his thigh at a fast pace.
other then that, I love your blogs! You have been a big inspo to me, love it :))
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ð¶ðºðœðŒð¿ðð®ð»ð ⣠give it up for my very first bachira blurb! do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. thanks for reading < 3
he always loved to pretzel you, to use you up until you had not even an ounce of energy left to grab on to his shoulders. he didnât even want you coherent enough to cry his name; Bachira loved that glassy, far away look in your eyes when heâd fucked the thoughts right out of your head.
and how did he do that?
by pushing your limits, of course.
âBaâ chiâ raâ!â you were panting, eyes rolling back behind your lids. âSlow! Slow down!â his pace was brutal; so fast that you could hardly keep track of the sound of his body slamming into yours. when did one slap end and the next begin? you couldnât even be sure. your insides were churning, walls fluttering spastically, trying to grip him, wanting to savor the sensation of his depth, but he wasnât slowing down. not even when you begged. not even for a moment.
âNow why would I do that?â he croons, pressing you into the wall harder as if to remind you who was really in charge here. with your leg stretched between your bodies, your ankle draped over his shoulder, it was difficult to keep your balance on one foot, with your knee threatening to buckle from the sheer force of pleasure he bullied into you. so, you were grateful that he was pinning you to that wall, even if his tight fist grasping your hair at the roots of your crown was stinging, even if he could fuck you stupid from this position, and you could do nothing to stop him, at least you knew he wouldnât let you fall. âWhen you squeeze me so tight when I pound ya just like this?â
you mewl, helplessly, when he grasps a handful of your bare breast and squeezes, so you roll your head on your shoulders and peer up at him with puppy eyes, gripping his wrist. you tried to push yourself up on to your tippy toes to ease the pounding, âIâ canât take itââ but Bachira was grinning ear to ear, sweat trickling down in glimmering streams against his countenance. ââS too much!â
âYouâre always so whiny, and every single time I make this pretty pussy take it. Do you ever learn, baby, or do you just like to beg me all pathetic and watch me break you, anyways?â his breathing is ragged, swatting at your breasts to watch them bounce, and he guides your head back, closer to his, by the vice on your scalp, like an animalâs reins, and you submit with an undeniably happy whine, pressing the back of your head against his collarbone. âYou like it when Iâm mean to you too much, yeah? Gets you wet when I tell you no?â staring up at him, you shake your head, but youâre trying not to smile, breathless and weak and unsure if you actually could hold out this time, but your sex tightens around him, and he has his answer. âYou donât want me to stop,â he breathes out, falling against you and nipping at your cheek and jaw, leaving a trail of happy lovebites and his spit on your skin, his hips smacking against yours at such speed and velocity that you reach forward and try to hold on to the wall, squealing with sordid delight and awe, âyouâd so much rather I fuck it like I stole it, and youâre such a lucky slutâ because thatâs my favorite way.â
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Rgfehgneneg JUST MAKING OUT WITH BACHIRA AND MAKING HIM MELT WITH THE OVERLOAD OF AFFECTION. ALSO I FEEL LIKE IF I WAS TO TUG ON HIS HAIR WHILE KISSING HIM HED MOAN HEJYJEKYYKRGJRYJRYJRHK
A BACHIRA THIRST SAOPIVQ{EHIV{!ROGHIRV} YES WE R THE SAME ANON. had to make this into a drabble, im insane about this man.
Warnings: Hair pulling, make out session, masochist bachira, cumming from it, just two ppl in love.
sitting in his lap while he cranes his head up to kiss you. the two of you are making soft noises, his more whinier and louder. he grips the back of your head and forces you impossibly closer, desperate for your warmth. your hand rubs up his chest, and he seems to purr from under you.
you pull away for a breathe, and the two of you pant, staring at each other with hazy eyes. a trail of saliva connects the two of you and he leans forward to lick at your lips.
you cringe, slightly disgusted, but he smiles at you and sticks his tongue out. "taste so good," he purrs, winking at you.
you don't even flinch at his words, knowing him well enough by now. "mhm? you think so?"
he leans forward and presses his lips against yours again. his tongue licks at the inside of your mouth, and he lets out a groan. your hands creep over to his neck and up to his hair. your thighs tighten around his waist and he runs a hand over the bare skin, loving how soft it feels in his hands.
you grip at the hair, and slightly pull at it. his eyes scrunch up and he moans, loud and desperate into your mouth. the sound makes you pull away, slightly surprised by the noise.
his cheeks are flushed, and hes grinning at you, lips red and glistening with saliva. "m-more. harder."
you feel his hips slightly buck ups into your shorts, and his hard on press on to you. it makes you raise your eyebrows, and want to tease him from being so needy. but before you poke fun at him, he clings onto you and forces his mouth on yours again.
"more!" he pleads again, in between sloppy kisses. you try to giggle, but he doesn't let you pull away, now gripping at the back of your neck to pull you impossible closer.
but you abide, tugging at the bottom half of his hair. it makes his head go backward, and he winces. but still, he groans into it, shivering in pleasure from beneath you. you follow him forward, not letting him go too far from your mouth.
"harder, harder, please please,'' he begs onto your lips, his voice breathless. you grab a little more of it and tug again and he whines, a small fucked out grin plastered on his lips.
"im going to rip your hair out," you warn, slightly concerned for the boy. he just shakes his head, cheeks flushed.
"mmm. please do!"
you just roll your eyes and grab a fist full of it and yank on it. the hardest pull of the night, and he falls backward from the force of it. he lets out a choked moan, and a tear falls from his eyes from the pain. he shivers, twitching slightly now on the bed.
you sit on top of him, slightly concerned, but pepper his face in kisses when he begins to drool.
suddenly you feel something damp on your ass, and you pause, looking back. his pants are wet and you scoff, turning back to him and raising an eyebrow. "you came from that, really? you masochist."
his eyes are half lidded and he nods at you, slowly and obviously fucked out. but still, he looks content, the small grin on his face never leaving.
he manages to lean forward and press a short kiss to your lips. he giggles slightly, and grabs at your waist. "again?"
you press a kiss to his neck, and he whines, loud, but obviously content at the affection.
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âRELIEVING STRESSâ
content/trigger warning: characters are aged up, afab!reader, piv, dom!reader, sub!bachira, groping, creampie
@daburgershop
sypnosis: after having a stressful day your boyfriend suggest a way to relieve that stress
your day couldn't have gone any worse. first, you didn't hear your alarm and you only had about 20 minutes to get ready for work. second, you were in such a hurry to get to work that you forgot to eat the pancakes that your boyfriend had made for you. third, your super annoying workmate (who's secretly hooking up with your boss) spilled coffee on the new printer the office had bought and then blamed it on you. fourth, your dick of a boss believed her and is taking money from your paycheck to fix the damn printer
with a clenched jaw and forceful movements, you unlocked your apartment door, stepping in and slamming the door behind you
your boyfriend, who laid on the couch, immediately sat up. a happy smile and sparkling eyes adorning his face. "how was your day?" he asked, walking over to you. you couldn't help but roll your eyes at meguru's question, having the worst day imaginable and now having to deal with your naive boyfriend on top of everything else
"do you really want to know?" you spat in response, taking off your shoes and dropping them by the door. you took a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh, feeling your frustration, anger, and irritation building up inside you. meanwhile, meguru had successfully wrapped his hands around your waist, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck
"go on, tell meee" he purposely dragged his words, his hot breath tickling your sensitive skin. you sighed in defeat, knowing that he was just gonna keep insisting if you decided not to tell him
"y'know that bitch that's sleeping with my boss? yeah well she accidentally spilled coffee on the new printer and when he asked who did it, that fucking hoe blamed it on me. can you believe that?! anyways, he believed her, obviously, and he said that the repairs were coming out'a my paycheck. and it literally wasn't my fault! he's such a di-" "so you're stressed?"
you could feel your boyfriend smiling against your neck, his hands rubbing circles on your hips, gradually going lower. "if you couldn't already tell, i am" you huff. "i know the best way to relieve stress" he giggled, gently squeezing your ass and leaving wet kisses along your neck "wanna know what it is?"
the sound of skin slapping against each other filled the apartment. meguru sat on the couch while you bounced up and down on his cock. your hands on his shoulder and his on your hips, following along with your steady rhythm
"fuckkkk, don't stop, please" meguru shamelessly moaned out. the sounds of sloshing and skin slapping echoed throughout the apartment. "aghh,, don't be so loud- ahh,, the neighbors are gonna complain again" you spoke, one hand grabbing onto the back of the couch for support, the other wrapping around his neck.
"ahhh fuckk- i really don't careee" he grunts out, head laying back into the couch "it's not my fault their sex isn't good". you couldn't help but giggle, your hand grabbing his jaw and forcing him to look at you. "try to stay quiet, yeah?" your voice was barely above a whisper and your face held that mischievous smile that he loved
"but you feel so gooddd" he whined, giving you his yellow, puppy dog eyes. your pace slowed down, soon coming to a halt. a mischievous glint in your eyes as he whimpered. your gummy walls clenching around him. fuck he looked so hot when he's needy
"why'd you stop?" he breathed out, whining and pouting at like a baby. "meguru, promise to be quiet.. for me?" you ask, tilting your head to the side. both your eyes filled with nothing lust
bachira hesitated for a moment before eagerly nodding his head, his eyes locked on yours âi promise.. i really doâ. his nails were digging into your hips, desperate for you to move and to finally aid him in his release. with a small giggle, your began to move again, earning a moan from both you and meguru
after a few seconds you could feel his cock twitching inside of your fluttering walls that clenched down on him like they never wanted to let him go. meguru bit his lip to try and be as quiet as possible. his teeth tearing through the sensible skin
âmmm, im.. sâclose- oh fuckâ you could feel the familiar knot in your stomach. meguru only nodded, moaning small âmhmâsâ. he bucked his hips, meeting you halfway and thrusting up into you, hitting deeper than he was before. thatâs all it took for you to cream all over his dick
your boyfriend soon coming undone inside you, his thick seed painting your velvet walls white. watching it leak out from your pretty hole
heavy breaths were heard from both you and him. your chest rising and falling in unison as you both stared into each other. âi think iâm⊠feeling less stressedâ you pant out. âglad i.. could helpâ he grinned, planting a small kiss on your lips
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It had been over two weeks now and every gesture of yours had been turned down by Yoichi. It wasnât the fact that you were âsex depravedâ as he called it; you were just determined to make him lose.Â
Booty shorts with the lowest temperature set with the air conditioner on? He simply handed you a blanket with a smile, âIt is cold.â Another time you bent over after spilling coffee all over the table on purpose as he was behind you on the couch hoping to get a reaction, only to find him poised and reading his book; making you sigh as if it was all for nothing.Â
Staring at the spilled coffee on the table, you felt a smirk crawl its way onto your lips.Â
This was sure to work.Â
Setting out a white shirt on the bed, you had your plan set out in motion for the next evening.Â
It had been a long day of practice for Isagi, beginning with a light sheen of sweat from the warmups he had to do and continuing to shed more salty perspiration after a game or two, pushing himself the hardest he can on the field. Sighing in exhaustion he dropped the bag to the floor, closing the door behind him as he walked into the house, eager to rest. Seeing you sit crossed legged on the couch, he gave a tired smile, walking over to you to place a kiss on your forehead.Â
âWelcome home.â you muttered, closing your book as you turned to look at him.Â
He seemed exhausted, freshly smelling of a body wash that he had showered himself with.
But you weren't going to go easy on him, making sure that he was ready to drop dead out of exhaustion once you were done with him at the end of the night, the reason behind the motive was to remind that the sex depraved one in the relationship wasn't you, teasing and edging him till he had begged you to let him cum.
âCan you pass me the bottle of water behind you on the table?â you asked, the wheels of your head turning as you prepared yourself for what you were planning to do next. âSure.â he said, reaching over the bottle of water, unscrewing it and giving it to you.Â
It was showtime.Â
Taking sips of water, you made sure to expose your throat, knowing how weak Isagi was for it, knowing that he liked to bite and lick it when the two of you were intimate. What came next was more crucial.Â
Pulling the bottle away from your lips, you let it spill on your throat, as it cascaded down to the white shirt that now turned transparent, making the curves of your body stood out; your nipples standing hard from the chill air and the coldness of the water that you had spilled over your body as Isagi watched it happen, mesmerized by you. He swallowed, shifting uncomfortably as his cock began to stir in his pants, making him squirm on the arm of the couch.Â
âFuck- I got water all over meâ you said, pulling the shirt behind you, giving him a better view of your tits, making his self restraint weak as he wanted to grab and squeeze it.Â
It had been long since he last did this wasnât it? The challenge seemed stupid compared to what he could have had and yet he denied himself. His hard on had become obvious, making the tent in his pants stand out.Â
You had won.Â
âIt seems like my Yoichi has a problem with his pants. Want me to take them off, velvet?â you asked, looking up at him.Â
With the gulping of his saliva, he knew he had lost, as he watched you take off his pants and his hard member pointing towards you.Â
âLooks like my little rabbit has made quite the mess.â you remarked, giving him a teasing look at his cheeks had a violent blush spread through them. He watched you as you took his member into your mouth, sucking the tip of it as you gave him doe eyes, pushing his shirt up to reveal the v lines of this lower abdomen. Taking the hem of his shirt into his hands, Isagi watched as you took his member into your hand, stroking it while the string of precum connected from the tip of your tongue to his aching cock.Â
Feeling the tip of your tongue trace the underside of his cock, a moan escaping his lips; his hands loosening their grip on his shirt as they moved towards your head, wanting to push more of himself into your mouth, feeling the warm and wet muscles of it tightening around him as you sucked him many times before. He whined when he felt you pull away, the sudden cold air of the room making him shiver as his sensitive cock was out.Â
âAh ah ahâ you tutted, clicking your tongue, hand gripping his cock with a slight squeeze, making him whimper, his eyes clenching shut from the feeling of your fist around him.Â
âYou lost.â you stated. "After nearly three weeks. Nearly a month, you think Iâm gonna let you have your way?â you asked, watching as he looked away in shame, hands bunching up in the pants that were on his waist, the elastic of it sticking to his skin. Taking your messy fingers, you poked one into his mouth, the tip of your finger resting on his bottom teeth;Â
âLook at me when Iâm talking to you, dumb rabbit.â you glowered, eyes flicking to his lip as they formed an âoâ around your finger. Â
âSuckâ you ordered, watching as he lowered his gaze, the tips of his ears reddening at the sound of your words, yet sucked obediently, bobbing his head back and forth, tasting himself on you.Â
Using your forefinger you lifted his chin, retracing your thumb out of his mouth. âYou like tasting yourself that much?â you teased.Â
âShut up.â he muttered, looking away, a hand coming to swat yours away in defiance, little did he know that the ball was not in your court but his. Fisting your hand into his shirt, you brought him forward, lips on the shell of his ear, giving it a teasing lick that sent a shiver down his spine.Â
âIâm warning you now, Velvet. Pull that with me and Iâll make you regret it. You might have your way on the field and I might let you have your way in bed with me; but right now and right here? Iâm the fucking referee. I decide if you get to play or not. Are we clear?â you said grimly. Not hearing an answer from him, your hand moved from his shirt to jaw, pulling it back; looking into his eyes.Â
âAre we clear, Yoichi?â the words coming out as more of a statement than a question.Â
âYes.â âGood boy. Now hereâs what weâre gonna do.â you said, looking to the side towards the clock that hung on the wall. âIâm giving you five minutes. Strip everything and wait for me on your knees on the bed, with your arms behind you. If you donât do it, I will make sure you regret it; and I mean it. Itâs not an empty promise.â you said, as he nodded.Â
âGo.â you ordered, hearing him stumble, taking his pants off with his shirt to follow, the sound of the creaking of the bed with a âfuckâ to follow, making a smirk make its way to your face.Â
The white shirt never failed.Â
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If there was anything Rin was good at, it was the waiting game, the patience being stretched out into thin paper with the tension rising between the both of you as the weeks passed by when Rin had made up his mind to keep up the streak to prove you wrong. It was difficult for old habits to die hard and the same had been the case with Rin, his ego inflating when the challenge was brought to him, determined to prove you wrong along with winning. There were times when you had tried your best, letting your touches linger on his skin from the times you had been intimate with him, rather than giving into his carnal urges, Rin drew a line, leaving you with a pec rather than a heated and passionate kiss that would escalate to the bedroom.Â
You had tried your hardest, even making sure to wear clothes that hugged your figure, walking around the house without a bra, your nipples being seen through your shirt, yet all Rin was grunt and look the other way, holding the cup of coffee close his lips with one hand while the other held the magazine as his legs were crossed. It was one thing for actions to not be reciprocated back, but it was a completely different thing to have an outrageously handsome boyfriend who was not only a football player but also a yoga enthusiast.Â
Rin was sticking to his word as he sat in boxers on the yoga mat that was laid out in the living room, stretching his legs; the muscle on his thigh gaining prominence as he touched his toe with his hand, the sight giving you a view of an adonis-like body. He could feel your lingering gaze, but chose to ignore it, instead taking it a step further to prove the point that he wasnât giving in anytime soon - raising himself on one hand, teal eyes staring right into yours. Â
âI will win.âÂ
He was trying to make you give in; yet⊠little did he do to remind himself that it took two tango, the only question remaining was who would give in first.Â
Over the next few days, you pondered over ways you could get Rin's attention, determined to make him lose. He was impatient with your touches, snatching his hand away from your offensively if your touch lingered for long, turning his back to you saying that you could take a chair and take things from the shelf if they were too high for you when you had worn the booty shorts that stuck a little too well to your rear, as he walked out of the room smirking at your âpatheticâ attempt at trying to get his attention. The cogwheels in your head turned, you were aware that Rin wasnât one to give in easily, wanting a statement of defeat out of you, reveling in the humiliation that you had faced for not being able to control your urges. Folding your arms, you relaxed into the cushions of the sofa.Â
What could possibly make him snap?Â
If there was a weakness to rin, it would be his inability to control his emotions if the game was not in his hands anymore, unable to control the pieces on a chessboard. Eyes widening at the thought, you picked up your phone, typing away for the plan you had set up. If Rin thought he could win, you were there to slim his chances to none.Â
âAnd what are we doing at a downtrodden place like this?â Rin asked with an expression of disgust as he eyed the building in front of him up and down, loud music blaring from inside the building as the doors of the establishment opened and closed as bouncers stood in front of the door.Â
âItâs a club.â âItâs a pathetic excuse of one. Is this establishment even successful?â he sneered.Â
âThis is where we were supposed to meet Kimiko.â you stated, grabbing the sleeve of his coat when he was about to turn and leave. âItâs rude manners to keep someone waiting, Rin.â you added, your eyebrows pinching with disappointment at him.Â
Grunting, he lowered his hand, pulling his sleeve away from you. âFine.â he said, walking ahead of you into the club with you following him as he took long steps.Â
Once inside the club Rin crinkled his nose from the loud music, moving through the sea of people towards the table where Kimiko sat with her boyfriend.Â
The conversation was awkward with a round of drinks that were served; the quiet chattering of office work, gossip and old memories coming to life while Rin swirled his glass of whiskey. Getting up from your respective seats, your plan was set into motion as the three of you headed towards the dance floor, finding a space among the crowd to move your bodies to the rhythm of the blaring music while Rin stayed behind keeping an eye on you.Â
You knew Rin was not a fan of loud spaces, finding comfort in the soft murmurs of expensive restaurants with classical music as ambience. This was out of his comfort zone, an advantage to be used to set your plan into motion.Â
Moving your body with the sway of your hips, you danced to the music, feeling the euphoric high it gave you, making you look seductive and carefree; with the aim to attract unwanted attention, knowing that teal eyes were watching every movement from across the room.Â
You felt a stranger come up to you, arms on either side with the silent permission to be your dance partner. You accepted, moving into him with close proximity, rolling your body to the rhythm of the music, giving him a smile as you raised your hands into your hair.Â
Rin grit his teeth watching you get close to a stranger on the dance floor. His eyes never left you, gaze wandering to the skin that was exposed by your skirt, rolling higher as you raised your hands to feel the beat of the blaring loudspeakers around the room. Try as he might to compose himself, his hand clenching into the cloth of pants, threatening to rip it as he stared at you, giving the stranger an all too sweet smile as if you were happy to see him despite never knowing him. His patience snapped as he watched you raise your hands to your hair, exposing your neck while you danced.Â
Enough was enough for him. Getting up from the table with the push of his chair back, he drew the attention of the people nearby tables with the screeching of the chair against the floor. With heavy steps, he shoved against the crowd, walking towards where you were. Pushing the man away he gave a protest, he dragged you by the arm, pushing the doors of the exit violently.Â
Pressing you against the wall, he placed either arms on your side, staring into your eyes, nostrils flaring from anger and his jaw clenched.Â
âWhat the fuck did you think you were doing.â he sneered.Â
âDancing.â you answered with a shrug.Â
âDonât act dumb with me. You and I both know very well that that wasnât dancing. Do you get off acting like a slut with another man?â he growled as you looked away unbothered.Â
Anger seeped through his veins as he came closer to you, his hand coming to squish your cheeks to make you face him.Â
âLook at me when Iâm talking to you.â he ordered.Â
You clenched your jaw, your hand coming to move his away with force, the other on his throat. Placing your foot next to his, you made him trip, spinning him around when he was against the wall, teal eyes widening in surprise as they stared at you as you pinned one of his arms pinned to the wall while you used your elbow to pin his opposite shoulder down.
âWhatâs wrong? Did the big bad football player lose his composure with me getting close to another man?â you mocked as his eyebrows pinched at your remark. âIt was understandable for you to go with the stupid challenge, being the big headed person you are, but did you really ever take into account that I was being roped into an agreement I wasnât a part of?â you asked grimly. âI had to watch you every fucking morning, stretching out on the yoga mat, taking all kinds of positions. You knew what you were doing. Tempting me when youâre the one who picked up the challenge. You thought you could make me give in with that? Hm?â you taunted, making him look to the side with his jaw clenched.Â
Placing your forefinger on his lower jaw, you moved it with force, making him look at you.Â
âLook at me when Iâm talking to you, Rin.â you ordered as you felt him take in a shaky breath.Â
âYou wanna know what a slut is like?â you asked, a smile making its way to your face with your eyebrows raised, lifting your knee to rub against his cock. He gasped with a broken moan as he felt you move your knee up and down against his cock. âIt seems like you already do.â you stated with a laugh, leaning into his ear to nibble it.Â
âFuck you.â he said gritting his teeth.Â
âDonât test me brat. Weâre out in public. Do you want people on the street to see me take a football player at the back of the club?â you taunted, leaning more of your body weight onto him, the surface of your thigh rubbing against his dick, feeling the bulge in his pants.Â
âThen again, you would like that wouldnât you?â you asked, continuing to rub against it, making him lean the back of his head onto the brick wall behind him, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed his spit.Â
âWho knew the big bad Rin was actually such a pathetic slut vying for attention? What? Got angry that I gave it to another man?â you grit out, grinding your thigh into his crotch, making him moan while slipping two fingers into his mouth until the tips of it hit the back of his throat. âHold your moans in, slut. There are people watching us.â you said, âSuck on them. Get them nice and wet for me.âÂ
He did as you told, rolling his tongue on the underside of your fingers, his lips sucking on your digits with sloppiness.
âGood boy. It seems like you can listen.â you said, moving your fingers back and forth, hearing him gag lightly. You continued to do so until you pulled your fingers away from his lips, a string of saliva connecting to his mouth. Even if his eyes were clouded with lust you could see a hint of stubbornness mixed with anger in them as they stared at you.Â
âWhat? Didnât like my fingers down your throat?â you asked with a smirk, wiping your wet fingers on his coat while your other hand moved from his pinned forearm, to his throat. âImagine how I take your cock. Remember the times where youâd push my head forward to take all of you in?â you asked, dragging the tip of your finger down the expanse of his throat until you had reached a few centimeters under his Adam's apple, the tip of it digging into the skin of it lightly.Â
âHere.â you said, moving towards him to kiss the area, running your tongue on it, making him shudder. âThatâs how far you go on days you decide to face fuck me. And look at you, choking and gagging around just two fingers. Pathetic.âÂ
Taking a step back, you gave him space, watching him blush wildly, the uncomfortable bulge in his pants quite visible along with a wet spot that was from the precum that seeped through his boxers.Â
âTch. Fuck off.â he mutterred. Tapping his cheek twice, his teal eyes stared into yours. Raising two fingers to tap against his cheek, you watched as he raised his hand to swat it away, with you catching his wrist in your hand, fingers tightening around it.Â
âYou might be big and strong Rin, but in all honesty; you can whine like a bitch in bed.â you stated, taking your phone out of your pocket, playing an audio recording that you had secretly had when you were bouncing on him making him moan and whine, his eyes widening at the clipping. Reaching out his other hand, he tried reaching for it, eager to take it out of your hands. Â
âAh ah ah.â you tutted, clicking it shut and pocketing it as he looked at you with a mean glare.Â
âGlare at me all you want, brat. That was just a demonstration of the last time when I was giving you pleasure. But when we get homeâŠâ you whispered, pulling him by the sweater he wore. âI am going to break you. Until youâre nothing but a drooling mess.âÂ
You pulled away, watching him caste his gaze down in shame. âThe tent in your pants is too obvious. Cover it with your coat.â you ordered as he did so, shamefully. âLetâs go home.âÂ
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There were times when you had a hard time interpreting Meguru, wondering if he was serious or just oblivious. It had been two weeks ago when he had told you about taking up the challenge. He had stuck to his word, but his actions had made you frustrated with the mornings where he would hold your waist, fingertips digging into your hips as he kissed your neck, licking the side of it like a puppy; or the times when you would lean over the counter, reaching for an item on the cabinet and he would teasingly slap your ass, announcing his arrival. He had always been affectionate, relying on physical touch and often at times, his gestures moving from the boundary of being affectionate to being sensual. Over a period of days, he would make it difficult, nuzzling into you in the morning, hands slipping under your shirt, teasing the space between your tits with the light drag of his fingertips; or climbing into your lap when you read the magazine, nuzzling into your neck as a sign of affection, until you had decided that you had had enough.Â
If there was a kink that you knew Meguru had, it had to be when he saw you working at your pottery table, throwing clay on the table as you used water to smoothen it out. A plan formed in your brain, wanting to pay him back for his unconscious teasing. A gentle reminder during the month wouldnât hurt would it?Â
Looking at the clock, you changed into one of his shirts, making sure to take off your bra along with it. He was to be home soon, and you were determined to teach him a lesson for leaving you high and dry on days that he had become sensual, leaving you to take care of yourself.Â
âIâm home!â Bachira announced, tossing his duffle bag to the side of the room as it landed on the sofa, taking his shoes off messily at the entrance of the house. Not hearing a response, he wandered further into the house, searching for you.Â
âToki?â he asked, stepping into the room where you sat by the lamp, hands placing the large clump of clay in the middle of the wheel. You had barely started, wanting to make him watch you as you began to shape the clay as you sat in his shirt, the wheel turning and the top of the blunt clay now became narrow, forming into a phallic shape.Â
âYes, sunflower?â you answered, hearing his sock covered feet make their way to you across the wooden floor of the room.Â
âIt seems like the artist is inspired during late hours⊠didnât you wanna work during the day when sunlight came in?â he chuckled, watching as you shaped the clay, hands moving sensually around it, your figure looking seductive in the shadow of the lampshade.Â
âWhat can I say? It comes to me naturally.â you rasped, raising a teasing eyebrow at him. âWanna throw some clay with me?â you offered, making some space for him in front of you, kicking a cushion on the empty space between your feet with your hands covered in the light gray of the clay. Eyes lighting up, Bachira took off his jacket and jersey, knowing that they were going to get dirty as he had been sloppy with clay, wanting to sit in his boxers. Ducking under your forearm, he shifted his form under you, hands holding your forearms to get adjusted, his feet pushing the potterâs wheel a little away to make space for himself; not knowing that he had fallen into your trap.Â
Hands coming on the clay between yours, he touched it lightly, getting the tips of his fingers messy. Taking your hands off the spinning clay, you placed it over his, mimicking his sensual movements from days prior, sliding the pads of your fingers across his knuckles.Â
Meguru felt your hands on his hands, circling around his wrists, your teasing touch on his knuckles as he tried to focus on the clay. Deciding to pay no attention, he shifted uncomfortably, shaking dirty thoughts off his mind.Â
Deciding to push forward, you put the second step of the plan in place, cupping his knuckles and leaning forward, pressing your breasts on his neck.Â
âYouâre doing so well, sunflower.â you whispered, coming close to the shell of his ear.Â
Meguru could feel your breasts push against his neck, a wild blush blooming on his cheeks at the feeling of it when his cock started to harden slowly in his boxers as he turned in the opposite direction of your face, pulling his ear away from you.Â
âSo sensitiveâŠâ you remarked, clenching your hands around his and ruining the clay, his expression pinching into a confused one at the sight.Â
The wheel had stopped. Moving your hands from the messy clump of clay in front of you, you leaned down to move it towards his torso, teasing the line between his abs with a light trail of clay, the gray remnants of it making him shiver as it hardened on his skin, dragging your fingertips up to his neck, teasing the surface of it with your hands until you had cupped it, feeling him swallow under your palm.Â
Tilting his back, you made his honey-like gaze meet yours, making him gasp in the process as his hands came to rest on yours while the other held your other forearm, smearing the clay on it.Â
âDo you know how difficult youâve made this week for me, Meguru?â you asked, tilting your head to the side. âDay after day even if you were doing the stupid challenge, Iâve had to deal with your torturing touches, mornings where youâd tease me, spank my ass, lick my neck⊠and then what would you do?â you asked him grimly, your thumb and forefinger squeezing the sides of the column of his throat.Â
âYouâd go out of the house as if nothing happened⊠leaving me to deal with what you started.âÂ
âDo you really get that much joy on leaving me and dry, Meguru?â you asked, leaning into his face, hand pushing by his throat into your lap, kissing his lips. Meguru moaned into the kiss as it became sloppy, your tongue moving against his. âOpen your mouth.â you commanded as he did what you asked, letting your saliva drip sweetly on the surface of it. Pulling back you watched as his honey like gaze turned into that of a lusted one, eager to please you.Â
âLook at you taking my spit so sweetly into your mouth.â you cooed, thumb slipping to hold the tip of his tongue down. âYouâd be really happy to take it too wouldnât you?âÂ
Bachiraâs eyes widened in excitement, enticing a scoff out of you.Â
âYouâre such a slut, Meguru. Getting excited from just my spit.â you said, letting go of his tongue.Â
âSwallow it.â you ordered.Â
Closing his lips, he continued to gaze at you, his adam's apple bobbing once he had.Â
âTurn around and face me.â you stated, letting go of his throat. Meguru obeyed, kneeling on the cushion, as he gazed up at you, mouth partly opened, heated breaths escaping it. âOpen your mouth and show me. I wanna see if youâve swallowed it all like a good boy.â you asked, your middle and forefinger resting under his chin while your thumb pressing down on his bottom lip lightly. Taking the hint, Bachira opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out.Â
âGood boy.â you praised, petting the tresses of his hair. Running your hands into his hair, you tugged lightly at the roots of it, making him groan with his eyes closed, his hands twitching by his sides, aching to touch you.Â
âYou wanna touch me Meguru?â you asked, making him open his eyes, his gaze burning into yours.Â
âTake my pjs and panties off.â you ordered as he nodded, hands circling around your calves, not caring if he smeared clay on them. Sliding his hands up your legs, he hooked two of his thumbs to the waistband of your pajamas pulling them down along with your panties, his eyes staring right at your drooling cunt.Â
Swiping two fingers of your juices, you prodded at his lips. Looking into your eyes, Bachira opened his mouth, taking both of them in, sucking on them earnestly, his hands on your thighs, massaging them sensually, his cock making an obvious tent in his boxers. Your gaze casts down to his boxers, the bulge catching your attention. âYou need some relief sunflower?â you asked, making him nod slightly, his gaze looking at your lips in a silent ask for you to suck him off. Â
âI know what you want, Meguru.â you said, tilting your hand to make him look at you. âAnd you wonât be having it.â You slid your foot on his bulge, teasing it with the tip of your toes. âAfter what you did, my mouth is a privilege for you.â you stated, gazing down at him as he moaned around your fingers, letting go of it as he bucked his hips up, wanting more friction to get himself off.Â
You teased him, using the underside of your foot to rub up and down on his bulge, his hands moving from your thighs behind to either side of him, his back arched as he stared at you, rolling his hips to each of your movements, grinding his cock into you, his boxers starting to feel wet from your ministrations as you teased him.Â
Meguru could feel himself getting close as his moans began growing louder and his thrusts got sloppier.Â
He whined when he felt you pull your foot away, his eyebrows pinching from the ache in his boxers.Â
âYou thought Iâd let you have your way just because you decided to obey me?â you asked, crossing your leg over the other.Â
âDo you know how many times youâve teased me this week?â you asked him, as he looked at you perplexed.Â
âFour times.â you stated, raising four fingers to him. His honey-like eyes moving from your fingers to your face. âAnd do you know what that means Meguru?â you added, one hand cupping both his cheeks to make him look at you. âThat means I get to edge you three more times.â you said, his eyes widening.
âAnd Iâm gonna make each one longer than the last.â you drawled, moving to peck him on the lips.Â
He had lost.Â
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#Mindless Habits
Sypnosis: Playing with their hair omg >>>
Warnings: Not proofread, kinda short
Featuring: Meguru Bachira, Hyoma Chigiri, Reo Mikage x GN! reader
Meguru Bachira
Your hands run through Bachira's hair, from the start of his scalp then combing down to the very end of his hair.
"Hm?" Bachira turns his gaze to face you as you continue to massage his scalp, occasional soft touches to his face make his cheeks turn a rosy pink.
"Your hair..." Bachira stares at you, how calm you looked, how soothed he feels with your fingers playing with his hair. "What about it?" Bachira hums.
"It's so messy," You chuckle when you notice his cheeks puff up while he pouts at you, "And just when I thought you were going to say something nice about me."
You giggle, watching him turn his back to you and cross his arms, resembling a petty child upset about how they can't buy extra candy. "You know I don't mean that as an insult."
Bachira continues to sulk, refusing to look at you. He turns his head slightly, just a bit for his cheek to be right in your view. You receive the hint and give him a small peck on the cheek, "Forgive me now?"
He nods and cups your cheeks, pulling you in for a long kiss, small hums that suggest how elated he feels, "All is forgiven," he smiles at your now messy hair.
Hyoma Chigiri
"What the... your hair is so soft!" You gently hold a handful of his hair, surprised by how silky it is, "What kind of high-end products do you even use to get this kind of result?"
Chigiri shrugs, bringing the blow dryer back to life and listening to the hums of the machinery inside of it. He couldn't hear exactly what you were muttering to yourself about due to the blow dryer, but he could tell you just how much you enjoyed playing with his hair.
By the time he had finished, you had already begun braiding one section of his hair, massaging his scalp, softly tugging once in a while.
Between the small moments of silence, the both of you would just ramble. Whether it was Chigiri rambling about soccer or you telling him about your day, this became routine. The comfort of knowing there was someone listening made this a long-lasting habit.
Sometimes, Chigiri will lay his head on your lap, getting the perfect view of your soft remarks and warm smiles whenever you twirl his hair around your finger.
Reo Mikage
"Huh?" Reo turns his attention away from his book to you, feeling you untie his hair and comb it out. "Oh, I'll sit here then."
Reo seats himself on the floor as you take your place on the sofa behind him. It's almost as if he can read your mind, knowing what you want to do.
You thank him before getting to work, untangling the knots buried in his purple locks, lifting his hair up into a high ponytail, and leaning down to kiss the back of his neck.
"That tickles," He laughs, caressing the spot where you pecked him. You continue to keep his hair in a high ponytail, pressing your lips against the back of his ear next, "Hey!"
You ignore his comments. Sighing, he returns to his book. You tie his hair up and rush to use your phone as a mirror, "How do you like it?"
"You're better than my stylist,"
"Don't sweet talk me, Reo. You know that won't get you any extra kisses."
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Headcannons on Pervert!Bachira Meguru (NSFW)
[A/N]- Megs is so possessive here, he is manupilative asf,these might've been the filthiest headcannons I've ever written,sorry not sorry.
Pervert!Bachira Meguru who knows you through a mutual friend (Yoichi <3) and when you both first meet you instantly hit it off, little do you know that he's not as nice and innocent as he makes himself appear to be.
Pervert!Bachira Meguru who ends up getting your contact and social media info after you both first meet because "I'd love to make more friends! after all any friend of Isagi is a friend of mine!" but that statement is just partially true because he just wanted your Instagram ID so he could jerk off to you at night.
Pervert!Bachira Meguru who hasn't been able to get his mind off of you ever since you both met, but hey those pictures he took of you when you weren't looking are still locked away in his camera roll if he misses you too much.
Pervert!Bachira Meguru who hugs you when you both meet again saying he is really excited to hangout with you, acting all innocent! when he really just wanted to feel your tits and how soft they are
Pervert!Bachira Meguru who takes you to the beach as a first date just so he could see you in a bikini and sneak some pictures of you in said bikini.
Pervert!Bachira Meguru who actually genuinely likes you! not just for your body though, your body is just a bonus, he likes how innocent you are and how easily he could break you apart.. so cute so fragile..
Pervert!Bachira Meguru who puts his hand around your waist to guide you through crowded places, you think it's cute and how sweet and caring he is! it just gives you butterflies.. but he does that because he wants to feel you up and this is the best way to do so without making it seem weird.
Pervert!Bachira Meguru who steals your first kiss when you both have a sleepover, You're completely unaware as you're literally sleeping, oh [Y/N] how dumb can you be trusting someone so easily and letting your guard down so easily? you're really pathetic aren't you.. he'll have to make sure to protect you from other people, after all he has already marked you as his..
Pervert!Bachira Meguru who touches you everywhere, during said sleepover.. he even ends up leaving a hickey on your neck, which you're confused of when you wake up. but his excuse is "Must've been a bug, quite a big one at that! does it hurt? are you okay?" you really are a bimbo, because you believed every word he said, after all why would Meguru do that? he's your friend! he would never!!
When you both start dating, he can't keep his hands off of you, kissing you all over, touching you all over, because he's your boyfriend so why not? Pervert!Bachira Meguru, will have his way with you without you even realizing it
Lastly he gaslights you into having your first time with him, saying things like "I understand if you don't want me to be your first, I know I'm not deserving of it.. I really am not a good boyfriend or a good friend am I?.." Pervert!Bachira Meguru.. is a very good manipulator.. because otherwise you would have noticed all the off putting things he has done before you both started dating.. no normal friends do stuff like he used to do..
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hiiii :3 can i request blue lock bachira x f!reader hcs where his s/o is really sweet and all lovey-dovey towards him or maybe just bachira boyfriend headcanons in general? heâs so cute iâd conquer the world if he askedâŠâ ( Ë¶Ë Â³Ë(ââ Û ââ)!â¡ love your account btw~ thank you and have a good day/night!!
fem! reader
ð¬: hi!! tysm for requesting, i love bachira so much :3 i hope you have a nice week anon (â  â ââ â¿â ââ  â )â â¡ you are so real I'd conquer the world if bachira asked me to, too
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meguru bachira boyfriend hcs
no shame at all. he WILL be all over you even in public, giving you cheek kisses and hugs especially
he always does it with a big goofy grin on his face too
if you return his energy, his grin would somehow be bigger?? he's the human embodiment of ":D"
LOVES LOVES rambling to you, or telling you random stuff in general
probably spams your texts a lot
he's the type to try loads of random filters while on video call
u could be telling a story and he'd be having a tiger filter on (he also makes random facial expressions to test how much the filter can go)
VERY VERY TOUCHY, if u dont want him giving u kisses in public, he can stick to holding your hand and literally glueing himself to you, when you guys sit beside each other, he makes sure your thighs or legs are touching
mans is the type to wait for you outside the bathroom
HE FOLLOWS U EVERYWHERE
loves giving you his sweaters, and vice versa!!
sometimes he steals your hoodies
HE WALKS AROUND SO CASUALLY WITH IT TOO
he'd be all "I don't know, love! i hope you find them soon, though :D" when you ask him where your hoodies are
his friends, esp isagi, knows absolutely everything about you
he rambles about you a lot ðð
"did you know (name) is really pretty? and!-" cue him infodumping for at least 45 minutes, take a huge deep breath and proceed his infodump once again
he's vv supportive in whatever u do
if u like soccer like him, he always teaches u how to do tricks and stuff
he gets so excited whenever he plays with u too
mans is having the time of his life
wants to own a small apartment with you and your future 50 cats (half of them are named meguru jr...)
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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 Iâm in love w him the man of my dreams!! Not taking blue lock right now bc besides Isagi and kunigami i donât remember any other characters name or anything about themð
feel free to talk to me about him tho I have SO many thoughtsð
** can you tell this is just me rambling ð
Megaruð:
- this pic gives me butterflies holy shit
- WHEW this man has huge unhinged sunshine energy
- Like giggling and kicking my feet how heâs the happy go lucky character trope (I.e hinata) but they make sure you remember heâs not âsoftâ
- Like the way yâall be uwuing hinata that is a grown manð he was throwing fists the WHOLE SERIES but he donât know about sex? Bffr
- Anyway heâs definitely a switch but kinda leaning more top? he definitely just wants to fuck he donât care whoâs on top
- Heâs so cuddly itâs adorable
- Getting neon yellow nails to match his hair>>>
- Definitely would like to match fits w you when yâall 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 youâre there and wonât slip away from him
- Imagining him going to meet your family and heâs SWEATING like he knows heâs not everyoneâs cup of tea and really doesnât want to start anything
- âYou are good at soccer so you have like + 100 points right nowâ(watching Latino people watch the football on the Olympics is so scary ð«)
- Imagine your family watching his gamesð embarrassing bc now Iâm imagining a room full of dads and uncles glued to the tv and cheering him on like he can hear itðð
- âYou so skinny you need to eat more!â
- Heâs 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 heâs cool
- heâs breaking they ankles in soccer tho heâs not gunna play nice w kids
- If âplay where itâs safe cuz itâs NOT over hereâ was a person
- Like he can go 0-100 in a millisecond so if someone tries him
- Very âwhoâs gon beat my ass about it??â Type beat
- People think yâall are so cute bc heâs so smiley and sweet to you
- DEFINITELY says filthy shit in your ear too
- Like heâs cuddly w everyone he likes so youâd be no different but heâs slipping his hands up your shirt
- Number one hype man when you get your hair done
- So extra
- âMy baby so cuteð¥¹ð¥¹â
- 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 eyesð¥º
- Freak
- Probably sends you links to sex toys and is like
- âðð??â
-âIâm a visual learner btwâ
- 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 doesnât care about your pleasure itâs more heâs fucking until HE taps out so your brains can be soup but heâs 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
- âHm? Donât tell me my little slut is tapping out? You were begging me so nicely earlierâ
- only one who can say babygirl and it not be cringe ð€
- âbe a good boy and spread your legs for me, hm?â
- 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 itâs the last time he ever will every time
- Donât care about getting caught bc either way heâs not stopping
- Probably how youâd 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
- heâs 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
- âI am returning to the natural state of my birthâ I will glue your clothes to your body sir :/
- feel like heâs more girth than length like donât get me wrong he def has a third leg but heâs gunna have to work you open
- â Oh donât worry, Iâll make sure it fitsâ
- Act right dickâ¢ïž so donât push him too far in public
- Definitely a bad influence!! Youâre trying to be normal in public and he gives you a look
- Next thing you know heâs on his knees for you in a bathroom or an empty hallwayð
- 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 heâs your biggest hype man
- When you feel confident youâre the most sexy
- âMmm you look so good in that cute outfit, you wonât be too mad if I tear it off right?â
- 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 âdonât you go corrupting that sweet boyâ
- And behind closed doors heâs got his hand holding your hair in a tight fist as he makes himself comfy in your throat
- âLet me hold your hair up for youðâ
- L$D- asap Rocky is also his song
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Being Bachira's gf means regardless of how smart you are, he's treating you like his dream bimbo princess. And somehow.. you don't mind. The smile on his face when you dress up in the tight clothes he bought you with his pro soccer player cash is worth it every time, especially when he shows you off to his friends just to make them drool. It means having him feel you up no matter where you are, and even if you lightly complain he just giggles, "But you're like a gift all wrapped up pretty and waiting for me." It means getting fucked in the bathroom cause he couldn't wait, your pink panties pulled to the side as he thrusts into you feverishly. "Need you bunny," he whines like you're not on the verge of screaming from how good it feels to finally have him inside you after all the teasing. It means walking home with his cum tucked safe and sound inside you and his arm around your waist.
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bachira + tummy kisses for this kiss prompts
Part of Bachira's post-practice ritual is pinning you to the couch so he can relax in your lap. Being close to you is all he desires after a long day, and the feeling of your hand gently running through his hair makes the stress of the day dissipate.
He rests his head comfortably on your stomach, looking up at you with a dopey lovestruck grin. With a giggle he places a playful kiss where his head was resting, the unexpected gesture causing you to recoil slightly.
"Hey, Meguru, that tickles!" You protest. Your words fall on deaf ears because Bachira nuzzles his face further into your stomach, placing more kisses as he giggles.
To get him to stop you have to cup his face and make him look up at you, silly grin still plastered across his face. "What was that for?" You ask between laughs.
Bachira grins wider. "Payback for all the butterflies you give me!"
he's a treasure and must be protected at all costs
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â mint gum
bachira meguru x reader | 0.9k
he hates bitter things, but you thought to test it
bachira meguru is an outspoken hater of all things bitter. he claimed they simply donât go with his personality, as if the two had any actual ties. you couldnât deny though, that it certainly fit him well.
he was the first person you thought of when âsweetâ came to mind, and the label fit him terribly well in your humble opinion. according to him, he trusted that you knew him well enough to form your objectively correct opinions. you were happy to agree.
alas, it was a commonplace game of yours to try to feed him bitter things, never entirely sure whether heâll notice or not. it usually ended up in him getting mad at you, but his annoyance rarely lasted long.Â
how could he stay mad at you when he thought you looked so pretty laughing, even if at his expense. bachira wouldnât admit it, but he may play up his negative reactions, just a bit. if it made you smile that much more, he was confident it was fully worth it.
the way your face lit up made him feel like the gross tasting leaf youâd just made him swallow was made of butterflies, and so who was his own pride to deny him of the sight?
this didnât mean he enjoyed it though, especially considering that he had much better ways of making you laugh. it was a bit unfortunate that his displeasure brought you more joy than his occasionally well-timed jokes, but who was he to go against it? you liked his jokes well enough anyways.
gum was quite clearly banned from your school. you supposed it was fair enough, considering the concerning number of students who stuck theirs underneath the desks. did this rule stop most people though? of course not.
bachira walked up to you, balancing his lunch tray in one hand, waving at you excitedly with the other. âhey!â he exclaimed before meeting you at your usual table, where a late isagi had yet to join you.
âhi!â you responded, a bit too excitedly in your opinion. beneath the table, you crossed your fingers that he failed to notice.
just as expected, to your relief, he did not. it was lucky isagi was late, as he certainly would have asked you about it in passing. not that it would matter much either way.
bachira took a seat across from you and leaned forward to try to steal the small dessert from your tray. rejecting this, you swatted his hand away. âhey! mine.â you spoke jokingly, as though you were offended.
âthatâs supposed to be my line.â bachira responded, massaging the back of his hand, the grin in his voice disagreeing with the attempted serious look on his face. âi canât believe you hit me.â he reached again in order to bop your head.
you recoiled as if in shock. âand to think,â you began, revealing your hand to bachira. âi was planning to give you this gum.â you curled open your hand to show him the pink-wrapped piece of gum.Â
on your tray, behind the dessert he tried to take, was another piece of gum. This one the real one, as opposed to the mint gum in your hand bachira was staring at intently.
seconds later, bachira hand flew out to grab the gum from your partially open hand. âiâll accept this as your apology, i guess.â he announced happily.
you held up a hand as if you foolishly expected him to politely place it back. with a glance at you, he dropped the now unwrapped gum into his mouth, apparently not taking notice of its obvious green color.
instantly, bachira felt the bitterness erupt in his throat and his eyes began to water. he briefly believed you had just poised him, before recognizing the sensation as that of mint. the mint gum that he blamed you for forcing him to eat, by the way.
âow, ow, ow!â bachira chanted as if it would help. so clearly working against him, though, was the unfortunate fact that he had yet to actually spit out the gum.
eventually, he thought to spit it out amongst your laughs and slightly concerned stare.
âwhy did you keep it?â you asked through laughter.
he momentarily faltered before beginning to answer. âi was too busy thinking that i had been poisoned.â he fanned at his mouth dramatically before turning to you.
âif only you could help my burning mouth?â he suggested, his voice just as happy as his face, the pain likely being long-forgotten. or, at least, he was focused on more pressing matters.
apparently, bachira was not one to pass up opportunity. for the sake of his pride, your friendship, and this moment not haunting him forever, he hoped you were as well.
you shrugged and he took the chance to messily smash his lips against yours.Â
seconds later, your poor friend turned third wheel, isagi, decided to finally show up.
as he apologetically tripped over his words in an effort to explain that he could eat somewhere else, bachira shrugged and happily invited him to sit down, where he placed his lunch tray on the same side as bachira, leaving just enough distance between the three of you that it was obvious you and bachira were sat closer.
you werenât exactly surprised when a minute later, the corner of a napkin fell onto the tray in front of you, and carefully (messily) scribbled onto its side, was a message stating that his mouth hurt really badly after school, and that he should walk you home in the name of fairness.
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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.Â
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.Â
âMeowâŠâ 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. âNot now, Meguru. Can you wait till tomorrow?â You respond, eyes not leaving the screen, even if his hands get dangerously close to your crotch.Â
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.Â
âWant you to fuck me,â 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.Â
âI know, I know. I gotta finish this, love. Maybe later if i'm not too tired.â 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.Â
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. âPretty please? We can go quickly! Promise!â
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. âIt's never quick with you,â 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. âCause you're so good at it. Make me feel so good, I don't want to ever stop. Cmon, lets do itâŠ.I can give you head if you want!â
You roll your eyes with a grin. âHow tempting...â
His hands try to escape your grasp, eyes already widen at the idea. âMhmm! Let you ride my fââ
You don't let them free, pinning them to your stomach. âIf I didn't have to finish this.â
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..Â
âLook! Cmon please look,â He begs, and you have to take a glance. Just a peak, for your sanity.Â
Resting in the black panties was his hard on, seeming to be leaking through the cloth. He kisses your neck again. âFor you. All dressed up for you too. Do you want me to meow for you?â
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?Â
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. âPrepped too. You don't gotta worry bout it. I'm all ready for you. Please Master?âÂ
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 inâŠSee 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. âMeguru,â 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. âKitty~â 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.. âââm gonna grab the strap,â 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. âI'm going to pick what you will use,â You say smoothly, standing up from the chair and heading toward the bedroom.Â
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.âOf course, Master!â
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. âThe big red one! No wait, what about the vibrating one? You know how it leaves my legs shaking. Oh choose, please choose one!â
You ignore the rambling in your ear and continue your searching. When you finally grab it, Bachira hums in question, âThe 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!â 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. âTake it out,â He purrs, shaking his ass in front of you, causing you to raise you eyebrows. âWant your cock now, please?âÂ
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.Â
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.
âThere is goes. Good job,â 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, âWhere do ya want me?â before turning to you with a cat like grin.Â
You trace his jaw, and he leans into the touch. âStay there for a second,â 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. âWhat's that?â 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. âKnock yourself out. I need to finish this, but don't want you to get frustrated.â
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. âPlease don't be mean, Master! I dressed up for you. I-I wanna be your kitty.â
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. âMeguru, I love you, but I need to finish this. Your toy is right there.â Your voice is flat, and your hand doesn't move.
âB-But IâPlease?â
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. âYou will either fuck the toy or nothing at all.â
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. âOkayâŠâ He half whimpers, hoping to pull some guilt out of you.Â
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. âI'm going to fuck it now.â
âMhmâkayâ
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.Â
âHelp?â He pleads, loud and whiny.
You don't even look at him. âYou've taken something bigger than that. You're being whiny Meguru.â
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. âIt's in.â
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. âWhole thing?â
âMhmmâ 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.Â
âGood job, kitty.â 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.Â
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.Â
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. âF-Fuck master!â
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. âMy cockâŠFeels good!â
Your eyes snap to his in an instant, and he seems to light up at the new found attention. Unexpected, but not unwelcomed. âI didn't say you could touch yourself, Meguru.â
He laughs in between pants, slightly shivering under your gaze. âC-Can't help it. Need it. Sâgood.â Â
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.Â
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. âPlease. Please help. Im trying to be good. Please, I can't without you.â
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.Â
âMeguru,â You sigh, âYou're so needy.âÂ
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. âWhat am I going to do with you, kitty?â
He sobs at the condescending words and collapses into you, the toy still lodged between his legs. âFuck me. Fuck me, please. WannaâI want it!â 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. âNo. You can cum from that. I know you can. I'll be here to watch.â
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. âLook how cute you are. Such a pretty kitty.â
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. âM-Meow!â
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.Â
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. âNeed to cum?â
âYes! Close! IâmâCan I please?â You glance at the cute puddle on pre beginning to form beneath him and kiss his cheek.
âSure. You can cum,â 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, âFor you,â on repeat and you smile in his hold.Â
âYeah kitty, cum for me.âÂ
âOh fuck. Oh fuck, I cantâIm cumming!â 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.Â
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. âMhmmm. Felt good,â he mumbles into your neck.
âGood. Cmon, let's clean you up and run you a bath so that I can finish my essay.â
He begins to litter kisses up your neck, and you sigh, knowing something is about to come. âActually I was thinking bout round two.â
You shake your head, and rub the bridge of you nose. âI've never met anyone as needy as you.â
He laughs, a little breathlessly and dazed from the after effects of the orgasm. âI'm glad. I can have you all to myself.âÂ
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. âI was thinking the vibrating one.â
You eye the now vibrating dildo, twice the size of the previous one. âYou trying to not play soccer for a couple on days?â
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.
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â THE SCOOTER INCIDENT.
You meet a certain brunet while he rides his scooter.
CW: tiny injury (scratches), word vomit. 0.8k fluff.
MEGURU BACHIRA needs to pay more attention to his surroundings.
The streets of Barcelona are chilly, gust of winds come and go as he rides his scooter, which he had bought a few weeks prior. He figures that, if he's staying in Spain to train with F.C. Barcha, he might as well invest in transportation. He's always been fond of new experiences, and settling for a scooter seems a thousand times better than using the subway. Even if he takes longer. Because it's an adventure, and he thinks he should enjoy it.
He's inside his bubble, in his own world. The feeling of the wind hitting his skin and propelling his scooter even further gives him a sense of freedom. His headphones are playing some upbeat song he added to his playlist; he does this to determine whether or not he truly likes a it. If the song brings him joy while he rides, it's staying.
Meguru wonders if he likes it. Sure, it might be a little generic, but the rhythm is creative. The chorus makes him feel like he's the protagonist in some sort of movie, running wild in a field full of flowers. He wishes that the cold came to an end, for it to be replaced by the beautiful sunny spring.
He wishes the song never came to an end, because it turns out, he likes it. He likes it? It stays in the playlist then. Because music is creativity. So is F.C. Barcha. So is the scooter. Freedom isâÂ
Meguru thinks too much. It's a blessing and a curse.
His train of thought is incredibly interesting. It goes on and on, endlessly producing new ideas which entertain him. His thoughts are too much, and his vision worsens as he forgets where he's at. His thoughts are his priority, he sees his thoughts. Today is no different, because Meguru Bachira entertains himself with images which don't represent his environment. His internal ramblings come to a haltâas well as his scooter, and his whole body.
His scooter is on the pavement, andâwaitâhe's on the pavement as well? The sting from his new scratches on his cheek is what fully grounds him, as he removes his headphones and becomes aware of what happened. Meguru had fallen. He hears a groan, as well as some curses.
In front of him is a person whom he does not know, laying on the ground with their bag. He quickly stands up and offers them a hand, helping them be on their feet.
The person is you. The boy in front of you sincerely apologizes. You take a look, and damn, he is very cute.
"You okay? Didn't see you there, my bad" he smiles, his hand rubs the back of his neck. "You didn't hurt yourself, did you?"
Without even introducing himself, he grabs your hand and pulls it towards him. With his hand holding yours, it makes it easy for him to slowly twist your arm, his eyes scan it. He's searching for possible injuries.
He does the same to your other arm, then he lets it go. One of his hands makes it way to your cheek, making sure you don't have any scratches on your face. Which, according to him, is very pretty.
"Examination complete! Don't think you've anything to worry about, cutie" he winks.
You notice his scratches, and your hand reaches for his face. You trace his scratches, your eyes expressing worry. "Your faceâgive me a second."
Opening your bag, you pull out a small water bottle. You pour some water onto your hand, and gently guiding it towards Meguru's face. The water hits his skin, and your fingers caress it, slowly moving the water around. His eyes widen as he realizes what you're doing. You're cleaning his wounds. He's the one who made you fall, and you are the one pampering him. He wonders what he did to deserve such kindness.
"It's not much, but they're cleaner now. You need to disinfect them, though. I'm Yn Ln" you offer him a sheepish smile.
"Thank you, Dr Ln. You have saved my life" he chuckles, his playful self is back to normal. "Name's Meguru Bachira. I must say, Doc, I'm afraid your medicine isn't enough for my wounds."
"And what does the patient need in order to be cured?"
"Hmm, have you ever heard of healing kisses?"
"We just met, Bachira" you laugh. "Plus, I don't kiss on the first date."
A smirk plasters itself on his face. "This is a date?"
You stand there dumbfounded, trying to think of possible excuses for what you said. He notices, and laughs. Picking up his fallen scooter, he signals for you to get in with him.
"If you want it to be one, then it's a date. Let's go for a ride, Doc."
"Promise we won't fall?"
"No guarantees!"
"Bachira!"
"....Alright. Promise."
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cw/tw. fluff, teasing (not sexually)
an. got this idea from watching Mulan ððœââïž also they might be a tad bit oc but not really, i just started watching Blue lock and iâm already on episode 11 so i do apologize if they seem oc. Also iâm only doing four characters since itâs my first time writing for this anime but next one there will be more people! anywho enjoooyyyy .
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It didnât 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, youâre 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 didnât catch on when the hints were there but he wasnât going to tell on you, honest truth is he likes you and took interest in you so thereâs 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..thatâs 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 himâŠbut thatâs for another time ;)
You on the other hand were utterly shocked that they didnât 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 werenât with the group questioning you on why you werenât following along, âHey (Y/N), you coming?â You simply shook your head with a soft smile, âAh, no imma stay back for a while i gotta do something. Iâll catch up with you guys later,â 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, âItâs too late to turn back now,â You mumbled, before you had the chance to recollect yourself you felt a hot breath hit your neck, âSo you are a girl..?â 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, âBachira!? Itâs not what you think-â He hummed, leaning his face closer down to yours to the point you feel his breath hit your lips, âOh cmon (Y/N), thereâs no reason to keep lying, yeah?â 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. âHow did you even figure out i was a girl?â He shrugged his shoulders, âIt was obvious really, your scent is different from ours, youâre 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 didnât think you were THAT obvious, you thought if you worked out more with your back muscles it wouldâve at least not given them the hint you had a feminine body! Seeing your utter defeat he chuckled, âThereâs no reason to be defeated, I'm the only one who catched on with your little secret,â Well that made everything better you guessed, âJust..Bachira please donât say anything. If they find out theyâre gonna freak out and if that maniac in the computer finds out iâm gonna get kicked out.â You sighed looking into his eyes, he hummed in response looking into your (E/C) orbs as if heâs getting lost into them, with a small smile.
âYour secret is safe with me sweets.â
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The only reason he found out is when your voice accidentally slipped when you were training together.
You didnât mean to lose your temper honestly! But he was teasing you about how bad you couldnât 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 youâre 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, âKunigami- '' 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, âWhat are you doing here knowing this is an all boys union?â 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, âUhm..i just..i.â 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 doesnât know why his face did that but he didnât really care, he sighed. âListen (Y/N), itâs not like iâm gonna tell or snitch on you- just wanna know why a girl like you is in an all boys soccer union.â He asked with a softer tone, you groaned leaning your whole weight against the wall with your arms crossed. âAs you know my passion is playing soccer and being the world's greatest spikerâ and since there isnât exactly a girl blue lock union I decided to come here insteadâŠByâ You paused looking down, âBy stealing my brother's letter and basically making me into him so it wouldâve been believable,â You finished, Kunigami looked at you speechless you really did the extreme to steal your own brothers letter to enter the blue lock program, âAnd before you say anything. Yes I know iâm a dick for doing that but he doesnât 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,â Again he looked at you in disbelief,
This is why you didnât 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, âWow..thatâs- damn (Y/N)â He slightly chuckled running a hand through his orange spiked hair, hearing his chuckle made you form a small smile of your own. âBut if you did make it, that would mean you have to act like a boy for the rest of your career,â You nodded your head, pushing some of the twists out of your face, âYeah..but i knew what i was getting into when joining. So please Kuni..keep this between us?â 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. âAre you blushing, Kuni?â There you go again, talking in that soft voice with that nickname leaving your mouth,
He grumbled, âShut up! Iâm not, and stop with the nickname.â You giggled slightly seeing how flustered he got, âOh come on, is this your first time getting a nickname?â You questioned, he mumbled in response, âSo what if it is..â You smiled once again, âSo cute.â You teased, Kungami rolled his eyes feeling a small smile tug on his lips, âYou keep this whole situation between us, got it?â You nodded your head, âYessir.â
âAnd I'll keep this secret of yours safe.â
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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 didnât 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, â(Y/N)?!â He questioned, shit you werenât careful enough to look around your surroundings, you gulped down that giant lump in your throat, âIsagi i can explain-â 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 canât tell anyone about this or what i saw..but i canât keep this to myself! I have to tell someone anyon-
âHey Isagi! Where you go man?â Igarashi questioned spotting him walk into the room, Isagi looked up to the group making their eyes widen, âWoah dude! Why is your face red?â He gasped lightly forgetting his face turned red after the whole incident that just happened, âMy face? I- well you see-â He got interrupted when you walked into the room taking everyoneâs attention off him and onto you, âTook you long enough!â Jingo yelled, you nervously chuckled, âSorry guys, i took longer than expected.â You cleared, avoiding eye contact with the black head as he stared at you. âWell since everyone is here letâs all go to sleep, we have a match against Team Y tomorrow.â 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 couldnât sleep, he couldnât 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 couldnât take it anymore he needed to talk about what happened earlier, â(Y/N),â He whispered, you flinched hearing his voice call out your name, tightening your grip on the blanket,
âWe need to talk about what happened,â He said, you grumbled, âThereâs nothing to talk about it,â You said in your real voice he rolled his eyes grumbling in response, âThere is something we need to talk about,â 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 iâve been playing with him and getting to know him he probably wonât..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. âFine,â
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You leaned against the wall with your arms crossed, glaring at the hard ground. It was silent between you both, he didnât know how to start this conversation and you didnât feel like explaining yourself, âUhm..so-â You cut him off, âIsagi, listen, what you saw back in the locker room keep that between us. I canât afford to get kicked out, I already made it this far so please just donât sell me out.â 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.
Heâs now noticing how feminine your face looks, your nose, your eyes, your cheeks and lipsâ and your hair! He was surprised you were able to trick the whole team into thinking youâre a male, he blinked a couple of times nodding his head, âY-Yeah..your secret is safe with me.â You sighed in relief finally letting that tense feeling go, âThank you Isagi,â You smiled, he swore he felt his face go hotter just seeing your smile,
âYeah..yeah..â
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Isagi has my heart <ð¥
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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 couldnât help be feel at fault here.
The members tried to comfort you saying you tried your best but you couldnât believe them..to make things worse Reo was frustrated and pissed off. He didnât even mean a single word he said to you but he couldnât control his feelings at the time, âReo i already know i fucked up you donât gotta remind me.â Your voice snarled glaring at the purple head through your eyelashes as he scoffed with a sarcastic grin, âI wouldnât have to remind you if you wouldâve just gotten to the ball! Youâre our fourth best player, you had that!â You stood up with a scoff of your own, you took one step forward before Nagi had to hold you back, âThatâs enough Reo, (Y/N) tried his best,â He defended but he only rolled his eyes, âIf he was trying his best we couldâve won against them!â
That was it, you growled under your voice ripping your way out of Nagiâs hand being face to face with him, âListen you jackass, i know i fucked up ight!? I know i didnât get to that ball on time like i predicted but you donât gotta put the whole blame on me! We all lost as a team and i already feel like shit for selling us that win,â The rest of the group went silent hearing your higher pitched voice from your deep one echo through the locker room, Reo eyes widened, âWhat happened to your..â You know you fucked up by revealing your real voice but there was no turning back now, you didnât give a damn at the moment. You scoffed, âMy voice? If you havenât guessed it iâm a girl genius.â You said bumping into his shoulder walking out of the locker room to Team Vâs 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, âOne of our best players is a girl? How did she..â 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. âI suggest you go talk to her about an apology,â He looked up at the black head who looked at him, âDid you know about this?!â Tsurugi nodded his head looking back at Nagi who looked at the both, âMe and Nagi knew.â 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 didnât bother to look up assuming it was either Nagi or Tsurugi coming to check on you but you were wrong. â(Y/N)?â You looked up at him making eye contact with him with a scowl on your face. âWhat? Hear to yell at me and say itâs my fault again?â He sighed softly shaking his head, âNo..I wanted to apologize for what i said.â You squint your eyes slightly at him, leaning on one leg with your arms crossed, âGo on.â He cleared his throat, âIâm 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.â
You raised a brow, but hummed in response. âNext time you yell at me I'll throw a soccer ball at your head.â He chuckled in response, rolling his eyes, âYeah yeah whatever..but uh whatâs withâŠall of this?â He spoke indicating finding out you were indeed a girl in an all boys soccer program. You shrugged, âWell you found out iâm 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 donât tell anyone that the fourth best player on Team V is a female, i donât know how the other boys will handle the fact a girl sneaked into Bluelock. I canât afford to get kicked out..so please tell the team to not tell anyone,â Reo softly smiled towards you, placing a hand on your shoulder,
"Your secret is safe with me."
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LOVE YOUR BACHIRA X READER WHO'S ONLY COMFORTABLE WITH HIS TOUCH AAAA, so I have a brainrot similar to that.
Imagine Bachira x f!martial artist reader. So you're a talented young martial artist, and naturally people are intimidated because you can easily beat them right? Not to mention your poker face. In reality, you're a socially awkward and shy bean who relies on Bachira for social interaction.
â¢You hiding behind Bachira when meeting a new person.
â¢Following Bachira around like a lost child in social situations.
â¢Gently nudging Bachira when you want him to do the talking.
The dependency aaaa, Bachira thinks that you're just SO cute!
Thank you so much for the sweet words waa ð
+ fem! reader, possessiveness, yandere behavior, gaslighting(?), idk much abt martial arts and i honestly didnât stall over it too much ð
â¢Let me start with the fact that Bachira would be completely all over you
â¢Heâd pester you to teach him martial arts and would get his ass beat everytime ð but heâs still not complaining, heâs smiling and laughing bc he gets to spend time with you
â¢And heâs so confused about your shyness, but the fact that you depend on him so much makes him around 85% more protective of you
â¢And he secretly really enjoys you relying on him, it strokes his ego and riles him up
â¢Sometimes heâd drag you out to meet people just so youâd cling to him and heâd get to see you indirectly for help
â¢He feels bad everytime you show signs of nervousness of course but he really canât help how cute you look!.. so he makes sure to always be by your side, an arm around your shoulders or waist of running through your hair, or your pinkies intertwined
â¢Bachira loves helping people, cheering them on and getting them out of their shell and he has no trouble bonding so.. he just adores the way you rely on him so much during social interactions
â¢He finds it hilarious how people sort of tend to steer clear from you when you wouldnât hurt them
â¢Feels extremely privileged to be one of the few people to know what your true self is like
â¢Definitely likes to coo at you when you grip his hand in public, babytalks to you and says stuff like « [Name]-chanâs feeling shy? »
â¢Really loves treating you like a child, giving you headpats, hooking his pinkie to yours and letting you hold onto his shirt when heâs walking
â¢The fact that you let yourself become so dependent on him leads into an overprotectiveness that sort of bleeds into obsession, heâs just so convinced that you need him he keeps forgetting you could judo-flip his butt
â¢Youâd complain to Bachira about how people are mean and donât want to talk to you and heâs too petty to tell you theyâre actually intimidated by you because heâs afraid youâll approach them and get bored of him :(
â¢He takes advantage of the situation a lot, scooting closer to you in public, draping an arm over your shoulders or waist to reassure you and youâre just so happy to have someone to anchor you that you donât notice yourself being pulled into the rabbit hole
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#just for me.
Sypnosis: Things that remind them of you that they keep for themselves (Blue lock version)
Warnings: Messy interchanging tenses, not proofread
Featuring: Nagi Seishiro, Meguru Bachira, Yoichi Isagi, Itoshi Rin x GN! reader
Nagi Seishiro
He had this picture of you in his wallet wearing a matching onesie with him. The both of you were wearing stitch onesies and Reo had just happened to come by. Taking hold of this opportunity, Reo snapped a picture of the both of you asleep on the couch - popcorn and snacks next to the both of you as the TV was still playing the movie you both were watching.
Once Nagi sees the picture, he'll snatch it away from Reo and keep in it his phone case. His phone is always with him, so it's convenient to just take it out and get his daily reminder of who's been supporting him in his career for so long.
The matching necklaces you got for his birthday. He always keeps it on him and does not care if he's breaking any rules wearing it (he'll just hide it under his shirt, what's the big deal?)
Nagi likes it because it's convenient to wear when playing football. It doesn't disturb him much like rings do when he eats or earrings when he jumps around during practice. Plus, he'll unconsciously fidget with it. The cold sensation it has whenever he touches it is weirdly comforting.
Meguru Bachira
He has a picture of you and him in an art class the both of you signed up for. Honestly, he wasn't focusing and neither were you - there were doodles everywhere on his canvas and you couldn't focus with him around. You remember him doodling you kissing him on the cheek, a cat, your initials in a heart, etc.
In the picture, he was cupping your cheek and painting small hearts all over your face. Every time he stares at the photo, he can recall the sound of your uncontrollable laughter, how one of the hearts smudged on his cheeks when you kissed him, and the trouble you went through wiping off the red stains on your face and clothes.
His grades... aren't the best. Thus, being the dedicated and loving significant other you are, you copied your personal super helpful notes for him to refer though. However, you had encountered an obstacle - he could not focus. Complaints and whines would be the only thing rolling off of his tongue instead of anything intellectual.
Thus, you've come up with a solution! Doodles and affirmations in the notebook keep him around long enough. Occasionally, you'll doodle a smaller version of you saying "good job!", hugging him, kissing him, etc. Similar to checkpoints, you'll remind him of how great he's doing or how he's going to ace his exams like this!
Once he returns the notebook, you'll notice new doodles, and a thank you message on a card hidden between the pages.
Yoichi Isagi
The scarf you gave him during autumn. It still has that lingering smell of your perfume/cologne, and he just likes having it on during his walks. It calms him down to just having it around his neck.
I just have this hunch that he feels so guilty the moment there's a hole or any sort of stain. (Don't worry, he's careful with such a precious item)
I just know you and Isagi would share a Spotify playlist! I JUST KNOW IT. You have this playlist with him with a mix of your taste in music and his (he requested you to add in calmer pieces specifically). Whenever he's listening to music on the bus or train and hears a song he doesn't recognize, he'll smile unconsciously because he just feels like this is the type of song you would like.
Seriously, those cheesy, calming love songs always remind him of you. It makes him really appreciate being yours, being able to hold your hand, hug you, treat you to things, etc.
Itoshi Rin
The good luck notes you leave in his bag. Of course, you respect his privacy and won't unnecessarily rummage through his things. Though, that doesn't mean you can't just slide your little token of encouragement right into his bag! Technically, you aren't looking! At first, when he felt the touch of paper against his palm, he assumed it was trash. When he was able to fish it out and inspect it, he realized the heartfelt contents of the "trash" in his hands.
You don't know this, but he actually collects your messages. It's no good to waste such endearment! In a small corner of his bag, he neatly tucks them in and keeps them for whenever he feels like he misses you has nothing to do.
Knowing Rin, he's in no way a romantic. I mean, this is Itoshi Rin, we're talking about here. Thus, you decided to be bold and be the first person to make a move! You gave him a bouquet of white jasmine to bring home and to be honest, he seemed uninterested...
Keyword: seemed. This guy brought home the flowers and literally researched how to take care of them to ensure that they never wither. During that, he found out the symbolic meaning of white jasmine - love, beauty, and sensuality. (He'll make sure to bring a bouquet for you in the future)
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