#Blue Lock Meguru Bachira

[dollbrbie]

meguru bachira ʚ ɞ can i fuck you again?

cw. smut mdni, mentions of alcohol use, obsessive behaviour

you’ve kinda always known bachira had a crush on you. it was pretty obvious, to say the least. so when you got so unbelievably drunk at a random party, you thought why not? you couldn’t deny that he was pretty cute, and the vodka you had been drinking had gotten you so unbelievably worked up. plus, he was right in front of you looking at you like you were his goddess.

so then one thing led to another! and you somehow ended up taking this man’s whole virginity.

like god, no wonder he won’t leave you alone.

of course, you quickly hurried off once you woke up and realised what the hell you just did. bachira was cute and all, but definitely not someone you’d make your boyfriend. he was just way too… much.

but he was a guy, he’d get over it, you thought.

oh, absolutely not. since then, he’s been spamming your phone whether it’s his daily check in or a late night ‘can i fuck you again?’ text. he was starting to drive you crazy, you did not realise how much of a fucking headache meguru bachira was.

even his friends don’t hear the end of it, isagi coming up to you and practically begging you to just answer one of his calls, or to let him down gently because he can’t deal with the constant rambling bachira does, talking about the way he had you, legs spread beneath him while whimpering his name.

it’s so embarrassing, you think.

well, clearly not that embarrassing when you’re at another party, exactly one week from the night you took bachira’s virginity, making out with him on a leather couch as your friends give you confused looks. didn’t you just call this man desperate and annoying?

and for the second time, your find yourself back in bachira’s bed, your legs spread perfectly open for him as he bottoms out inside you.

“do you still think i’m annoying?”, he giggles as he movies in and out of you so painfully slow.

“go faster.”

he shakes his head with a cheeky smile, “say please and i will.”

you scoff, “in your dreams.”

he frowns, grabbing your face as he suddenly picks up his pace, his strokes brutal and deep as he abuses your poor pussy.

“wha— wait, wait- fuck.”, you plead.

“nuh uh. sick of you being so mean to me.”

“bachira, fuck, please, please.”

he smiles at the sight before him, so pleased with himself that he’s got the girl he’s obsessed with under him yet again, whimpering and begging. just the way he’s always imagined when using his fist to fuck himself on his countless virgin nights.

oh and trust me, he’s not letting you get away so easily this time.

© dollbrbie | don’t plagiarise or translate any of my work

[i2rizz]

No Way He Pulled That

Synopsis-No one believed Bachira had a girlfriend-until they saw you, effortlessly stunning at the beach.

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The scorching sun beamed down on the golden sands of the beach, reflecting off the crystal-clear waves lapping at the shore. It was the perfect day for a break from the grueling training at the Neo Egoist League, and the Blue Lock boys were ready to unwind. The air buzzed with laughter, the scent of salt and sunscreen mixing in the breeze as the players staked out their territory along the coast.

And then there was Bachira.

"You guys don't believe me when I say I have a girlfriend?" Meguru huffed, kicking at the sand. "You’ll see! She’s real! And she’s amazing!"

The rest of the players groaned. They'd heard this a hundred times before. Rin scoffed, arms crossed over his chest, while Kaiser smirked with an expression that screamed, "Sure, buddy"

"Bachira, we've known you for years," Isagi chuckled. "If you had a girlfriend, we'd know"

"Yeah, just admit it, you’re making it up for attention," Sae quipped lazily, adjusting his sunglasses. (Js pretend he's also in the NEL or smth)

"Oh yeah? LOOK OVER THERE!" Bachira suddenly shouted, pointing wildly toward the volleyball courts.

All heads snapped in the direction he indicated, and suddenly, the playful chatter among them fell silent.

There, in the middle of a heated game of beach volleyball, stood the very definition of summer beauty. You.

The sunlight kissed your skin, accentuating every perfect curve. Dressed in a fitted bikini top that left little to the imagination, paired with barely-there shorts with the strings of your swimwear peeking out, you exuded effortless confidence. Your hair cascaded in tousled waves, a few strands sticking to your sun-kissed cheeks. A small sheen of sweat clung to your collarbones as you moved with ease, toned legs flexing as you chased after the ball. Every step was like something out of a slow-motion movie scene.

And then—the ball bounced right at your feet. You bent down, arching your back slightly as you picked it up, completely unaware of the jaw-dropping spectacle you had just caused.

A sharp inhale passed through the group.

"No. Fucking. Way," Kaiser murmured, visibly shaken.

Sae’s cool façade cracked just slightly, his eyebrows raising in disbelief. Rin’s arms fell from his chest, his fingers twitching at his sides as if trying to process what he was seeing. Isagi had forgotten to breathe.

"She's—she’s unreal," Chigiri whispered, shaking his head like he was seeing a mirage.

Meanwhile, Barou just clicked his tongue. "Tch. There’s no way Bachira pulled that"

And then—then you looked up, locking eyes with Bachira, and a slow, breathtaking smile stretched across your lips. With effortless grace, you strode toward him, the sunlight illuminating your every move.

The guys stood frozen as you reached Bachira, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a quick but affectionate hug. Before they could even process that, you placed a soft, playful kiss against his cheek.

"Hey, Meguru. Missed me?" you said, voice smooth like honey.

A shit-eating grin spread across Bachira’s face. "Told you, boys. My girlfriend’s the real deal!"

Silence.

Pure, stunned silence.

And then—

"EXCUSE ME?!" Kaiser practically screeched, gripping his hair in disbelief.

"No, this has to be some kind of social experiment," Isagi muttered, looking personally victimized.

Sae was still silent, lips slightly parted as he processed what he had just witnessed. Rin, on the other hand, had turned away completely, face twitching as he glared at the sea as if it had personally offended him.

Barou clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "Bullshit. What kind of witchcraft did you use, Bachira?"

"HAHA! The power of my monster, obviously!" Bachira cackled, wrapping an arm around your waist with unfiltered pride.

Chigiri blinked. "Are we in an alternate timeline?"

Gagamaru just nodded solemnly. "We have to be"

Meanwhile, you simply looked at all of them, lips twitching in amusement. "So, you guys didn’t believe Meguru?"

"WE STILL DON'T!" They all shouted in unison, still unable to process the reality before them.

But as you laughed and pressed another teasing kiss to Bachira’s cheek, there was no denying the truth:

Bachira Meguru had, indeed, pulled the hottest girlfriend they had ever seen. And it was breaking their brains.

[eclipixels]

Jude

Character: Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira, Hyoma Chigiri, Rin Itoshi, Seishiro Nagi, Reo Mikage, Rensuke Kunigami, Kenyu Yukimiya, Sae Itoshi, Ryusei Shidou, Michael Kaiser

Content: Blue Lock boys react...to you liking Jude Bellingham

Yoichi Isagi

      You’re cuddled up on the couch, phone in hand, when Isagi glances over your shoulder. He freezes when he sees the Jude Bellingham edit you just liked, saved, and reposted on tiktok.

      "Wait… you reposted that?" he asks, tone dangerously neutral.

      You nod absentmindedly, not noticing his sharp pout. "Yeah, the edit was sick and he looked fine as hell."

      Isagi sits up, suddenly needing space between you two. "Oh, cool. No, no, it’s totally fine. It’s not like I play soccer too or anything," he says, crossing his arms.

      You bite back a laugh at his sulking. "Ichi, are you jealous?"

      "Me? Jealous?" He scoffs. "Of a guy who doesn’t even know you exist? No way." But he refuses to cuddle you for the next hour, stealing glances at his own edits on youtube shorts to reassure himself. The ones on youtube were all made by his teenage fanboys to Brazilian phonk music. Was it phonk or funk? You always forgot the difference.

Meguru Bachira

      Bachira is perched beside you, humming softly, when he notices the repost. His eyes widened dramatically.

      "Jude Bellingham?" He gasps. "You have a crush on Jude Bellingham?"

      You blink at him. "I just liked the edit—"

      Before you can explain, he dramatically flops onto the floor. "I thought I was your number one football star!" he wails, rolling away from you in fake agony.

      "Meg—"

      "No, don't touch me!" he sniffs. Then, he peeks up. "Unless you're gonna repost a cool edit of me instead."

      You sigh. "Ugh, fine."

      He beams, immediately climbing back onto the couch. "You better repost one that uses my best goals! Also, make sure it has some cool effects—oh! And make me look really fast! Chigiri called me slow yesterday for asking if mirrors work in the dark."

      “Baby, mirrors reflect light. That’s literally their whole thing." You laugh at him.

      “Yeah, yeah I got all that explained to me already.” Bachira pouted. This is what happens when a bunch of teens drop out in the middle of their high school career to play soccer.

Hyoma Chigiri

      Chigiri raises an eyebrow when he sees the repost. "Jude Bellingham?" His voice is calm, but you can feel the judgment.

      "Don’t start," you warn, knowing that tone.

      He tilts his head, crimson hair falling over his shoulder. "I just didn’t realize you liked midfielders so much. I thought you were into forwards."

      You roll your eyes. "Hyo, it's just an edit—"

      He sighs dramatically, standing up. "No no, I get it."

      "You're being ridiculous."

      "Am I?" He flips his hair and walks off. Five minutes later, you hear him watching his own highlights on repeat.

      “Speed.. I am speed.” You hear Lightning McQueen’s voice over a Beyonce song. What’s worse is you knew exactly which edit of himself your princess boyfriend was watching.

Rin Itoshi

      Rin glares at your phone. "You reposted that?"

      You barely glance up. "Yeah, so?"

      "So?" His voice is dangerously low. "Why don’t you repost my edits?"

      You freeze. "That's why you're mad?"

      He crosses his arms, eyes narrowed. "I outplay guys like him daily. And yet, here you are, simping over some random Premier League guy."

      "He's not random—"

      "Oh, so now you're defending him?" Rin huffs. "Unbelievable."

      He goes completely silent, scrolling aggressively through his phone. Later, you find out he sent you every highlight reel of himself with the caption ‘Repost this instead.’

Seishiro Nagi

      Nagi, half-asleep in your lap, peeks at your screen and immediately sighs. "Haaah? That guy again?"

      You blink. "What do you mean ‘again’?"

      "I see his edits everywhere." Nagi pouts. "And now my own girlfriend is thirsting over him?"

      "I'm not thirsting—"

      "Hmph." He dramatically rolls off your lap onto the bed, lying face down. "Wake me up when you start appreciating me properly."

      "You want me to repost your videos?"

      "...Maaaybe."

      So you do, and he immediately perks up, pulling you back into a cuddle like nothing happened.

Reo Mikage

      Reo sees the edit and gasps. "Babe. Seriously?"

      You blink. "What?"

      "What?" he repeats, hand to his chest like you’ve personally betrayed him. "I literally fund your entire soccer fan experience. Who pays for your ESPN subscription? Me. Who takes you to VIP matches? Me. Who is your actual soccer playing boyfriend? Me!"

      You hold back a laugh. "Are you saying I should only repost you?"

      "Exactly." He crosses his arms. "If you're gonna simp over a player, it better be your own rich, talented, and incredibly handsome boyfriend."

      "I guess you do have a point.” You mumbled before spam reposting edits of him until he was satisfied.

Rensuke Kunigami

      Kunigami glances at your phone and raises an eyebrow. "Really? Jude Bellingham?"

      You shrug. "He's cool."

      Kunigami scoffs. "I'm cool."

      "You are," you agree easily, but he's already frowning.

      "I just don’t get it," he mutters, crossing his arms. "I play just as physically as him. My goals are just as powerful. But no, he gets reposted."

      "Rensuke," you groan. "You're seriously upset over this?"

      "I'm not upset," he says, but the way he's aggressively scrolling through football clips of himself suggests otherwise.

      Later that day, you find him in the gym, training even harder. You’re pretty sure he’s trying to outdo Bellingham now.

Kenyu Yukimiya

      Yukimiya’s first instinct when he sees the repost? He slides into your DMs like he’s a stranger.

      @kenyu_official: So, Bellingham, huh?

      You squint at the notification, then glance over at your boyfriend, who’s currently sitting across from you on the bed, clearly sulking.

      "You’re texting me from across the table?" you say, amused.

      Yukimiya sips his water, tilting his head. "Well, since you seem to be in love with him now, I figured I should keep my distance."

      You roll your eyes playfully. “Kenyu, seriously?”

      He leans back in bed, dramatically running a hand through his hair.

      "I just didn’t realize I had competition. Should I start playing midfield instead of forward?"

      You stand up, walking around the table to sit beside him. “There’s no competition, Kenyu.” You press a kiss to his cheek. “I only have eyes for you.”

      He sighs, finally smiling. "You better. I don't share."

Sae Itoshi

      Sae barely reacts at first. His attention is focused elsewhere, absorbed in his own thoughts. The air around him feels calm, almost too calm, as he scrolls through his phone. Then, without looking up, he casually mutters.

      "I’ve played against Bellingham before. He’s alright." His voice is indifferent, almost as if he's making a random observation rather than sharing a rare experience.

      You snort, unable to hold it in. "Oh my god, you’re jealous."

      "No," he replies immediately, not missing a beat, but his eyes flicker ever so slightly, betraying a hint of something deeper.

      "Yes," you say, sure of yourself now, leaning back with a teasing grin. He exhales, looking at his phone with an almost exaggerated air of disinterest.

      "Just saying," he begins, as though he’s offering some kind of wisdom, "You have a world-class footballer right here, and that’s who you repost?"

      You raise an eyebrow, leaning forward. "You want me to repost you?"

      He remains expressionless, his usual cool composure creeping back in.

      You glance at his face for a moment. Then, after a beat of thought, you unlock your phone, and with a dramatic flourish, repost a bunch of his videos.

Ryusei Shidou

      Shidou sees the repost and immediately grabs your phone.

      "The hell is this?"

      "An edit—hey, give that back!"

      He scowls at the screen. "This is what you’re into?"

      "He’s just a pretty good soccer player!"

      "Yeah? Then I’m scoring a hat trick in the next game, and you’re gonna repost an edit of me," he declares. "With better music."

      You roll your eyes. "Fine."

      He grins. "Good. Now, gimme a kiss to prove I’m still your favorite."

Michael Kaiser

      Kaiser isn’t worried.

      At least, that’s what he tells himself, until he sees the edit in your reposts. His usual arrogance wavers for just a second.

      "A Bundesliga player, huh?" he hums, recalling when Jude played for Borussia Dortmund at just seventeen years of age. He had to admit, it was really impressive.

      You nod, scrolling through your phone. "Yeah, Bellingham is insane."

      Kaiser leans in closer, whispering in your ear, "Not as insane as me, though."

      Before you can reply, he grabs your phone, deletes the repost, and replaces it with an edit of himself.

      You stare at your screen, bewildered. "Michael, did you just—"

      He smirks, kissing your cheek. "You made a mistake. Don’t worry, I fixed it for you."

      You roll your eyes. "You’re so dramatic."

      "No, no," he says smoothly, wrapping an arm around your waist. "You’re just confused about who the superior player is."

      You sigh. "Whatever you say, delulu man."

      Kaiser grins. "And yet, here you are, still in love with me."

[bachiras-toaster]

bllk boys and their kinks : ̗̀➛

BLUE LOCK BOYS x f!reader

authors notes: i saw a request that asked for a size kink with kunigami but i decided to just do multiple blue lock characters’ kinks including kunigami. so go the requester that asked just know that i see you fr

contents. praise, dacryphilia, degradation, spanking, size kink, slapping

ft. rin, bachira, isagi, kunigami, sae, ness

RIN ITOSHI, DACRYPHILIA

and he’d be so damn mean about it too knowing that he loves it. as you’re positioned beneath him with your legs spread for him to hain easier access, your profusely blushing face would began to gather tears after going at it for so long. seeing your glossy eyes would only cause rin to be rougher, bullying your desperate hole as he longed to force more tears out of you. “‘re you seriously fucking crying? when i’m not even going as hard as i can be with you?”

MEGURU BACHIRA, MARKING

you marking him, him marking you— it doesn’t matter. either way, bachira could spend hours of his evening letting out little whimpers of pleasure as you left fresh hickeys across his collarbone, smiling foolishly at the knowledge that he would definitely do whatever it took to subtly reveal your work to all of his teammates. and of course, he would return the favour to you, leaving various bruises and marks on your shoulders and neck— particularly in the shapes of desperate love-bites, ensuring that you would think of him every time you saw yourself in the mirror.

YOICHI ISAGI, MASOCHISM

he is so embarrassed of it, he would probably die of literal shame if anyone else other than you found out about it. getting him to admit he even had any kinks was a rough journey, so once you found out, you abused the hell out of it. you’d spank him, bite down on his shoulders while you left hickeys, and even go as far to slap him across the face while you looked down at him on his knees, making him beg you to let him fuck you. part of you wanted to feel guilty, but the growing blush on his cheeks told you that he not only loved it, but actively wanted more.

RENSUKE KUNIGAMI, SIZE

and he tries to be gentle with you, he really does, but you’re so small in comparison to him and he just knows that if he were to even go a little bit too rough, he would break you— which only entices him further. he tries to shake off the desire to absolutely destroy you, but the sight of you just barely taking in his thick cock while his large hand ran across your panting chest to move up to your neck was enough to burn the wildest fantasies into this man’s mind. he wanted to see how much more you could take, because he surely wasn’t going to last knowing that he could cup the bottom half of your face with just one of his palms, muffling your vocal moans as you reached your high.

SAE ITOSHI, DEGRADATION

sigh he is such a bully. imagine you in doggy position while he hit it from the back in front of a mirror. you’d try to bury your head in the bedsheets to shield your blushing face, but he’d just grab you by the hair and force you to look at yourself while he leaned down and muttered dirty insults in your ear. “don’t try and hide. i want you to see how pathetic you look being fucked dumb by my cock. so fuckin’ weak, can’t even handle dick, but i bet it feels nice being handled like a slut, huh?” each string of words being even filthier than the last, he’s so good at saying the right things.

ALEXIS NESS, PRAISE

as expected from him, he just can’t get enough of it. he’s addicted to that feeling of you knelt between his legs as you jerked him off as quickly as you could, your hand sloppily running over the length of his throbbing cock before your thumb met to massage his reddened, aching tip. there would be literal tears in his eyes as he looked down to see your smirk of pleasure as your movements sped up, biting your lip when you whispered things like: “oh, look at that, you’re behaving so well. does that feel good? you look so pretty like this.”

[bachirye]

Bachira as black cats again bc I'm bored and brainrotting sooo... 🫡

[mdsbabygirl]

Needy sex w Bachira Meguru

Pairing: Bachira Meguru x FEM!reader

Wc: 860

Cw: domestic life w meguru, needy and horny Meguru, creampie, use of pet names (love, baby, angel, sweetie..), nipples play, clit play, mentions of multiple rounds, marking, Bachira is somewhat possessive, slight breeding kink, bachira is a bit of a tease, etc..

Note1: I'm into bllk now, so pls bear w me loveys... Also I'm crushing really hard on this mf... That's it thnx for hearing me.

Note2: this isn't proof read, so u may find mistakes..

Meguru who can't help but not get a boner when he sees you walking around the house, wearing only his tshirt and his fav pair of panties. He really can't help the surge of blood rushing south, when you're so mindlessly bending over the counter to grab something. How could you be so fucking hot without even trying.

Meguru who quickly creeps up behind you, sliding his hands under your -his- shirt to squeeze your pretty tits. He holds back a gasp when he finds out you're not wearing a bra, his lips morphing into a devilish smirk as his fingers quickly start toying with your nipples. Taking your already perked nubs in between his thumb and index finger and twisting it. "Look at you baby, I haven't done anything and your nipples are already hard!" He chuckled lowly.

Meguru who latches on your supple neck, pressing wet, open mouthed kisses on your soft skin,  sucking and biting it, leaving hickeys and love bites scattered everywhere. Bachira needs to mark you, needs everyone to know that you're his one and only babygirl. Just the thought of owning you makes his dick twitch in anticipation. You feel his smirk on your skin when you let out breathy whimpers. "Your sounds are so pretty! Need to hear more!" He whispers huskily in your ear.

Meguru who slides his hands past the waistband of your panties, and touches your soaked pussy. "Oh, so wet f'me already?!" You hear him tease, his chuckles echoing through your ears as he starts toying with your wet folds,  his digits go to your hot hole, gathering all the slick and coating your little bundle of nerves before circling on it slowly. He keeps teasing your pretty cunny until he can't take it anymore, "fuck sweetie, can't wait no more. Need to fuck you Angel!" He spoke in a low growl.

Meguru who swiftly bends you over the counter, pulls your soaked panties to the side, and slides his thick hardness inside your waiting cunt, filling you to the brim. Low grunts leave his soft lips, as your pussy flutters around his cock, adjusting to his size, "fuck you're so tight love" he moans through gritted teeth as he bottoms out, letting you get used to him.

Meguru who as soon as you give him the green light, starts pounding into you with animalistic fury. It's as if he was pussy deprived for so long–when he actually fucked you the day before– slamming his hips so rapidly against yours, his big cock bullying his way into your warm inviting cunny.

Meguru who moans so sluttily when your pussy squeezes every inch of his cock, leaving him gasping for air as he keeps thrusting relentlessly. He never stops his slamming, he fucks you so fast and hard that it leaves you breathless, turning you into putty in his hands. It's when he angles himself to thrust upwards, that you're finally seeing white, his tip hitting that yummy gummy spot that makes your eyes roll to the back of your skull. You're a moaning mess really, panting, whimpering and whining like a pornstar, all thanks to Meguru's big cock. "Damn it.. haa..l-I love your slutty moans princess.. Mmmph shit.. " you hear him mumble, his voice so deep and sexy that it sends tingles of pleasure to your little clit.

Meguru who can't hold it in anymore, he needs to cum inside his precious princess. His thrusts become a bit sloppier, but he still manages to keep that same frantic pace, more or less. His moans become more and more high pitched, his hands squeezing the flesh of your hips so tightly it could bruise. "F-fuck I'm gonna cum!" He whines out, his head thrown back, and mouth wide agape as he chases his release. You were very close too, your shaky moans and the way your hips met his thrusts, told him you were on the verge of release. He smirked, hovering over your quivering form, peppering kisses to your neck, as his fingers went to play with your puffy clit, pressing on it with his thumb and drawing fast circles on your throbbing nub to help you reach your climax.

Meguru who cums as Soon as you do, hot ropes of thick cum shooting up your womb, as your walls milk him of all he's worth. His moans are so loud, whimpering and grunting so sexily into your ears to make you even more sensitive than you already are. He's such a tease honestly. "H-haa.. keep milking my cock sweetie.. nghhh y-yeah just like that!" He moaned, as his pace slowed down, his rhythm now a slow sensual one, wanting to ride out both of your orgasms.

Meguru who pulls your face towards him, kissing your lips so gently and pulls out, his hot sticky seed leaking out of your abused hole. The sly smirk on his face turns into a devilish grin when he sees the erotic sight before him. His fingers quickly gather the pearly remnants of your lovemaking, and pushes it back inside, he can't let his cum go to waste.

Meguru who chuckles lowly, thinking about how he's gonna keep ruining you for the next couple of hours. "Wanna go to bed for round two my love?" He asks, the predatory gleam in his eyes and teasing grin never fading.

©ᴍᴅꜱʙᴀʙʏɢɪʀʟ2024 ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ

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･ﾟ★ HOW THE BLUE!LOCK BOYS MET YOU .ᐟ PART I.

☆ CONTENT: How the Blue lock characters met you and how they act after you get into a relationship + Different aesthetics I think suit the blue lock characters and the aesthetics and looks their partner would have. ☆ GENRE/THEMES/WARNING: mentions of Bachira being bullied, kaiser being a dick like always, all readers in this fic are black women! ☆ PAIRING: Reo!Mikage, Michael!Kaiser, Itoshi!Sae, Itoshi!Rin, Meguru!Bachira x Black!femreader. ☆ W.C. 3.4K ☆ NOTE: Sorry if this is seems rushed lmfao it kinda felt like it, also i am currently attempting to write for the other characters on my page as this is going to be a two part thing, enjoy.ᐟ

Itoshi Sae – TROPICAL GODDESS – Oh Qué Será?, Willie Colón.

After a particularly heavy and busy season of his football career, Sae takes himself to the summer beaches of Puerto Rico. He scrolls on his phone, his feed mostly full of other footballers and professionally taken sightseeing views. Until he stops on your post. 

You're posing on a bar stool, the photo clearly had been asked to be taken by the bartender in front of you. Your palm holding up your cheek, eyes dreamily squinted closed as if you were enjoying the warmth of the sun on your back. The orange light reflected on your dark skin, making you look as radiant as a dancing sunflower. Your crochet bikini looked hand made, and the many pieces of gold jewellery overlapping on your neck and fingers only tied the whole aesthetic you had. A bright sunshine yellow hibiscus flower was planted snuggly in the ebony waves that cascaded down your back, like a fierce lion's mane.

Your smile was so cheeky–like you were having the time of your life. It made Sae breathless. He had been approached by many women of different walks of life: actresses, models, born wealthy, generally famous, and yet the more he dissected your single post with his sharp teal eyes, the more his lungs felt squeezed. You know what made him even more breathless? The fact that he recognized the outside bar. 

Because he was a few feet away from it. And you know what's even funnier? 

You're sitting on the same bar stool, in the same outfit, sipping the pina colada he saw in the corner of the picture. And as you turn your head, your penetrating gaze left him frozen in his place in the hot sand.

Itoshi Sae is not one to approach anyone, let alone a beautiful woman like you.

But maybe he’ll bend his own rules, this once.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★

When you and Sae finally get together, you’ll notice he never looks at anyone how he looks at you. His indifference fades, and his cold eyes soften every time you talk or gaze at him. To him, you're a goddess, and don’t be surprised when you catch him staring at you, or when you're snuggled under the covers, and the rough pads of his fingertips are ever so gentle tracing every feature on your face like he’s committing it to memory. He’ll drop everything for you, it doesn’t matter where he is. Training? An interview? A Match? In a different country? None of those factors matter when it comes to you. You're his ride or die, and he proves that everytime without fail. He travels with you every time a season ends, and every new location posted has a blurry figure in the back, or a hand on your thigh or waist. People started getting suspicious when they could recognise the bracelets in the pictures were identical to the ones Sae wore in his matches. The suspicion turned into concrete proof when you had the mistake of posting a selfie Sae took with sunglasses on.

You kinda forgot the fact you could see his whole reflection in the shades.

Reo Mikage – LAW STUDENT/ACADEMIC RIVALS – Obsessed, Mariah Carey.

From elementary to highschool, Reo had always been at the top of his class, the ‘well liked class president’. Coming home with anything less than an A was unacceptable, especially with the weight on his shoulders of inheriting his fathers company. So when he was finally accepted into a prestigious school like Harvard, he was more than giddy.

He also wasn't silly, and recognised that it would be extremely competitive. The job demand for lawyers and judges was no joke.

Yet when he was told it would be competitive, he didn’t sign up for the frustration, annoyance and jealousy bundled and wrapped just for him, all from one person. Because although he was top of his class, there was one person who he butted heads with.

You.

You, who sat in the lecture hall a few rows in front of him on the far left, you who had the most perfect side parted honey–blonde bob he’s ever seen. You, who pushes your oval glasses up every ten minutes when it slides down your nose. You, who comes to the lecture five minutes early routinely. You, who was continuously handed A pluses like it was child's play. You, who consecutively has a routine of fixing your lips after class is dismissed: Charlotte Tilbury lip liner, followed by NYX butter gloss, then clear lip gloss on top of it.

Did he learn that against his will? …no, but your very distracting–

The first real interaction was when you were both voted as tied class presidents. At the end of class, you were both called up to the front by your professor, and for the first time, he had your undivided attention. And it was exactly what he was expecting– a stare that was calculating, studious of him. He was used to this from his fathers businesses partners, or other important high status people–but coming from you? It made him weak, almost like a little boy with a crush.

And god–was that your perfume? It was more pleasant than any of his expensive colognes at home. It was like a warm sugar vanilla, a fresh bakery. And– wait, when did you get that close? You were an arms length away, hands clasped together politely in front of you.

“It’s pleasant to finally talk to you, Reo right?”

You already knew his name. Is it strange to say it's satisfying hearing his name fall from your lips?

You're more gorgeous up close than he could imagine, and your outstretched palm is warm as he gently grasps it for a handshake, your manicured nails fresh. You smile at him, and he swears it's like watching someone hang up the moon and stars in the sky. Reo knows he gets everything in life–but can he be selfish this once and ask for you?

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When you guys get together, just know Reo will not let you pay for anything. He would rather die than let your card be swiped at a five–star restaurant, or pay for your own nails, hair, or makeup. And do not tell this man you're going shopping, he’ll raise his eyebrow to ask if, ‘you're missing something’ and to your confused look, he’ll drop his platinum black card in your hands without a word and walk off. He will be kicking his feet every time you get your hair done. Oh you got a different length? Let him touch it. A different colour? Send him a pic as soon as it's done. You got the same colour as his hair? He’s basically yours for life and you're never getting rid of him. He manages to spoil you more than your stereotypical bald dad–and just that manages to gain your fathers approval of Reo.

Meguru Bachira – THE ART STUDENT – Is This Love, Bob Marley.

Bachira first met you because his mother encouraged him to take afterschool art classes in highschool. This year had been poor, and besides his football teammates being barely his acquaintances, he had no friends of his own. He wasn’t expecting much out of it, but at least it sounded therapeutic.

He had walked into the room, immediately being hit with a sweet, gentle floral perfume, and the lingering scent of herbal medicine behind it. The corners of the classroom were covered in green, various plants that seemed to be thriving laying around.

The chairs and desk were purposely shifted into the corner to make room for everything else. The largest window wide open, the breeze coming and going as it pleases, the brown transparent curtains gently flailing around. You were sitting on a little stool in front of a large canvas that's half–painted by your hands. He stood there, just..watching quietly, you didn't even notice his presence from how deep in concentration you were. Your odd patterned ankle skirt swayed gently from the wind of the open window, your gold chain belt drooping off your hip, your off the shoulder striped sweater muddled with different colours of paint. Your butterfly locs were up in a high bun, out of your face as you worked. The sun shone brightly through the window, perfectly lighting up your portrait. You yourself quietly hummed to the melody of the reggae song on the radio, dipping your brush back into the water and mixing it back and forth, the sound of sloshing water filling the air.

When the door behind him shut rather loudly–it finally got your attention as you looked up, surprised, but a shy beam of a smile on your face, the twinkle in your eyes made his heart stutter a little.

“Hello, you must be Meguru, right? I heard you wanted to join the art club.” You chirped, putting your paint brush down. “I'm happy, oh–and I'm the co–founder of this club! It’s nice to meet you!”

He was barely paying attention to your words, just nodding along as he stared at your form getting closer, the floral scent he had been smelling in the background getting stronger.

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It took a while, but when he finally got the courage to ask you out, you had said yes, and he was dumbfounded. He didn’t have any friends, so having a girlfriend? It wasn’t something he ever imagined. One of the things that you love about Bachira is how observant he is. You had complained to him once that your favourite foundation ran out, and you searched for weeks but couldn’t find another one in your shade. Bachira, being the amazing one he is, had an exceptional talent beside football and that was remembering colour theory. He only had to look at the colour once, before he made the perfect shade match. So when he comes over to yours with a bottle of a warm copper foundation, you were sceptical at first, until you did a swatch on your face, and you were delightfully surprised it was a flawless match. 

You definitely spoiled him with kisses for this.

Your days are filled with a child–like silliness and laughter purer than anything on earth. His mother loves you–and that's just a fact. You also realise he’s extremely messy, and he gets paint everywhere– how does one get paint behind their ears? You show him a whole other world, one where he doesn’t have to be lonely. He truly appreciates you, and the weekends he spends at your house–why didn’t you tell him you had a hammock in the middle of your room?!

You spend many afternoons inside the sun–filled space, slow music playing in the back while he splayed on top of you in the hammock, dozing off, cheek to your chest as you scratched his back. And you may be like a dancing mushroom, but it would be a mistake to anyone wanting to bully Bachira in your presence. You wouldn’t be physical, neither verbally abusive, but you would break someone down with your words. Someone's bullying Bachira because he’s ‘weird’? You will and definitely go onto a whole rant about how that person's self–projecting, making them rethink their actions for the next ten years, and his heart swells a little more every time you defend him.

Itoshi Rin – TENNIS PLAYER – Black Beauty, Lana Del Ray.

Rin had heard of you before. The girl who had come from nowhere, climbing up the ranks of tennis with one dominating win at a time. He had watched one of your plays once when you came up on TV. You were a beast on the court, leaving your opponent in complete despair, crushing their massive egos with an indifference he was familiar with. Your colour palette was also neural; black, white and grey, whether you were on the court or not. You had such a clean look to you. Bare faced, the only ‘makeup’ product you used was the aloe chapstick kept in your skirt pocket, your hair was always slicked back into that high barbie ponytail. Even your nails–a plain nude almond.

Perhaps he didn’t want to admit these details of you stuck in his brain because he hadn’t stopped watching you since he first saw you on the big screen. He’d rather die than admit to anyone that ever since he saw you on TV, he’d been collecting little subtle merchandise. 

Maybe there's a poster of you in his room. But no one needs to know that.

So when he finally made it to the world cup a few months later and he was up with the big dogs, it was hard to calm his racing heart when he was sat next to the tennis team; who were there to fill in the halftime with a quick little match. And maybe the gods were blessing him this once. Because it was you he was sitting next to.

You barely glanced at him as he sat down, (which he was honestly grateful for) wired earbuds in your ears, steely analysing the field. To him, you seemed nonchalant.

Little does he know about the heat creeping up your neck and cheeks. What are the chances you sit next to the Itoshi Rin? You hope he doesn’t know how much of a fan you are. He probably doesn’t even know you. Oh you hope he doesn’t–there's been some unsightly images of you from the press during your matches–

He had noticed the way your leg started to bounce, as if you were anxious about something. 

You attempted to calm your rampant heart –get it together! He’s an athlete just like you! Would it be weird to ask for an autograph? No, it would be totally weird.

But before you could draw away from your decision, you let out a shaky breath, and with a straight–face, turned towards him. You swallowed thickly, aware he was already looking straight at you with those sharp teal irises.

His bottom lashes were even longer upclose.

“Your Itoshi Rin, right?” You address him miraculously without stuttering, your tone not too excited, but humble, not to seem displeasing. 

His voice comes out huffed, almost defensive enough to make you falter.

“Yeah, what's it to you?” You think he’s annoyed, but in reality he doesn’t know how to talk to pretty girls like you at all. You’ve got your attention on him, and he doesn’t know what to do with it, he internally cringes at his tone, hoping he didn’t come off as cold. He thinks he’s fumbling with the way you slightly shrink into yourself, but your next words completely take him off guard.

“Can I have your autograph?”

There was a beat of silence for a moment. 

You don’t miss the way the tips of his ears turn adorably pink as he mumbles what seems like an agreement under his breath.

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When you guys finally get together, honestly it's a long struggle of who can last being the most nonchalant. Rin definitely cracks first. But when you guys finally warm up to each other, you notice Rin is very observant of your quirks, your likes and dislikes. He remembers you don't like mushrooms or olives, how your eyebrow arches when confused or in disbelief, and how you bounce the tennis ball four times exactly before you swing. It warms his cold heart that you're the same way, finding and grabbing any owl object you could find. Plushies, keychains, posters, shirts, anything, all from him mentioning once in a passing comment his favourite animal was an owl when you were snuggled on the couch watching a nature documentary.

Michael Kaiser – FASHION STYLIST – NISSAN ALTIMA, Doechii.

It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence that Micheal Kaiser and his team got a new fashion stylist for the upcoming season. His manager said something about switching it up a little every now and again–not like he cared to listen. It was their biggest sponsorship yet–one that had nothing to do with sports. 

We're talking about working with Vogue, Dior, Saint Laurent, Clavin Klein, etc. Top end brands that suited a high–profile person like Kaiser and the rest of his team. So when they finally stepped inside the studio that was preparing them for their photoshoot in a few hours, he was not amused that there was no one there. He was expecting a team there to greet them, or staff bustling around almost tripping over themselves to get supplies. Ness was the first to state Kaiser's thoughts out loud, and at that moment, you appeared behind the corner.

Kaiser could tell you was a no–nonsense person off the bat. You were dressed in your jorts and oversized jersey shirt, a staple of casual streetwear. Your nails were heavily designed, adorned with gems and charms that clinked with everything you touched. Your hair was like a map of constellations, each parted into the shape of a star, coiled into tight bantu knots – each twist gleaming under the unnatural white light.

When you introduced yourself as their stylist and makeup artist for the season, Kaiser sneered, asking you if you were doing this all on your own. It came out snobbish, almost degrading. The gum you were loudly chewing and popping in your mouth made his eye twitch. You arched your brow, staring at him over your dark shades. But you weren't phased by his attempt to jab at you, and bluntly confirmed that yes, you were doing it all on your own.

And maybe Kaiser prejudged you a little too hard, because for limited hours and a team of eleven players–you were three times more efficient than his German stylist team at home. You had started at twelve, and had everyone's makeup done by two o’clock, and by two–thirty, throwing clothes in his face at him to put on.

He doesn’t want to admit he was humming to the girly rappers on the mounted TV, or the fact he wanted to compliment you for getting the right shade for his red eyeliner. He had no weakness to poke at as you did your job well, and he didn’t know whether to be impressed or annoyed.

There's a confident vibe and aura you brung that made him curious about you.

You're leaning over him, subconsciously holding your breath, making sure his eyeliner is as straight as possible. Your face was screwed up with concentration, lips pursed and eyebrows knitted. His head draped back over the top of the chair, his prominent adam's apple bobbles with each swallow, and you could feel the blue tips of his hair ticking your forearm. He subtly breathes in your perfume, the orange blossom and trace of jasmine stapling itself to his memory.

Your eyes flickered up, noticing the slow curl of his lips, “You're quite efficient, Engelchen.” He murmured, his voice is soft despite its deepness, as if to not mess up your concentration.

You let out a faint hum in acknowledgement, “You learn in life that it’s better to take things in your own hands, that’s how you get things done more proficiently,”

Your words made him pause, and they sounded familiar in a way, similar to his own motto.

When you finally pulled the brush of the liner away, his blonde lashes fluttered to gaze up at you, his sapphire orbs glinted with an amused and self–righteous look, and you could feel your heart rate rapidly picking up, tensing under his stare. 

“You couldn’t be more correct.”

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When you finally get together, even though he doesn’t admit it, he falls first and harder. He treats you like a delicacy, and it's hard to get annoyed with him when he’s all over you, cooing at you with his pretty accent and pretty face. It's not uncommon for you to fight, (honestly you feed off each other's toxicity) but it’s unpredictable who puts who in their place. Anyone who meets the both of you, they always say there's an oozing aura of arrogance and confidence that's nauseating. You're like dogs fighting for dominance half the time. By the two months mark of first meeting you, Kaiser had already kicked the bucket of his last stylist team just to implement you into his busy and strict routine. Before you began as his personal stylist though, there were many moments where you had to separate him and Isagi in the studio when they started bickering with each other, dragging Kaiser four chairs down so there would be no way to interact with Isagi.

Quandaledlngle69 © 2025

･ﾟ★ Credits for dividers.ᐟ @aquazero, @vysleix, @unknown-till.

[love---mandy]

So drawing this took a bit longer then expected cause I lost motivation. BUT so many of y’all have been seeing the vision and I couldn’t be happier,

I’ve got a few more things cooking, delivery is undetermined so please accept this in the meantime.

The Barcha uniform was not computing

(I yoinked a jpg of the ball used for the World Cup, but it also changes each time soooo)

(Edit: I couldn’t live with myself for implying that Yu would’ve gotten distracted for any period of time during one of her son’s games. She watched the whole thing it was just in that moment they were distracted. I’m sorry for even the hint of slander 😭😭😭)

[neeeooon]

heyyy, could i rq a one shot of a reader with a personality similar to nagi and they're dating bachira, like an opposites attract typa thing. the situation could be at practice, just them on a weekend or anything you can think up. ty, have a great day!!🤍🤍

CUTEE TYSM 💛🩵

opposites attract

bachira meguru x nagi!reader. fluff

“babe, babe! let’s go to the petting zoo! they just set it up for this weekend, we have to go!”

you continued to lay in bed, completely drained from doing absolutely nothing draining. “too far.”

“it’s down the street! come on, get your shoes, i’ll carry you!”

“shoes are a hassle…”

bachira, unfazed, continued to beam as he zoomed around the room. “i wouldn’t recommend it! shoes are a must at a petting zoo.”

groaning, you buried your face in a pillow and said, “bed now. zoo later.”

bachira jumped across the room and landed on you with an oomph! “zoo now! there won’t be a zoo later.”

“but… bed…” bachira was already hauling you out of the y/n-shaped dip in the mattress. with his help, you got your shoes on and were yanked onto his back and out of the house.

though it’d been a struggle to get you there, you enjoyed the petting zoo. bachira also convinced you to pick strawberries in the fenced-off field to keep animals out.

you bonded with a cow named stephan. stephan didn’t move the entire time you were there except to huff once in exasperation. stephan was cool.

“i hope they come back!” bachira exclaimed, his lips pink and hands sticky from the strawberry juice. you nodded at his side, since you agreed to walk home as long as he held your hand.

you glanced over your shoulder, trying and failing to get one last look at the zoo. “i hope stephan has a good day..”

bachira, completely overwhelmed with how cute you are, twisted your hands to get a tighter grip on you and pulled you into his side. he peppered your face with loud, smacking kisses that left you smiling just a little bit.

“yuck,” you pretended to complain when he finally let you slip from his sticky grasp. “now i’m gonna smell like strawberries.”

he laughed, now swinging your still-intertwined hands. “beats smelling like a cow!”

“stephan is not just a cow. he is cool.”

“cooler than me?” bachira teased with a nudge.

you nodded. “yes.”

to retaliate, bachira flung you over his shoulder and ran all the way home. you gave up the second his arms found your waist and hung limply like a corpse until he finally plopped you down on the couch. now at home, bachira had free range to tickle you as you squirmed and tried not to laugh. “take it back! say i’m cooler than stephan!”

“no,” you deadpanned, but then he poked an extremely ticklish spot that forced a giggle out of you. “never.”

eventually, when it started getting hard to breathe, you squealed, “i’m sorry, stephan! bachira’s cooler!”

bachira jumped away and pumped a fist over his head in victory. “yes!”

exhausted, for a reason, this time, you made grabby hands at your boyfriend and huffed. “now, bed.”

“fine,” bachira agreed, also tired. “bed now.”

[nmakii]

bllk smaus because im on hiatus until nagi returns

[dollbrbie]

thinking about bachira cumming in his pants just from eating you out >.<

he’s always so restless no matter what you’re doing together, a semi usually always visible in his pants even from the most innocent moments. so imagine how he feels when you’re led down on his bed, your body completely bare and your pussy glossed with your slick - just for him.

bachira gets way too excited, devouring you completely like a starved man, his hands gripping onto the plush of your thighs as he subconsciously grinds his clothed cock on the end of his bed, so turned on just from eating you out.

he looks up at you with eager eyes, a tail practically wagging behind him like a well behaved puppy. he just loves the way you praise him, telling him that he’s doing so well, that he makes you feel so good. it causes a shiver to run down his spine and a whimper to leave his lips as he buckles his hips once more.

and that’s when it happens. a sudden intense feeling of pleasure rushing through bachira’s cock as his tip throbs and a whiny, choked moan falls from his lips. then looking down, he see’s a stain of his own cum growing in his pants. he looks back up at you with the cutest pout.

“god, you’re so messy, baby.”, you giggle, sitting up to hold his face between your hands.

and of course, bachira is just so predictable, whining as he leans in for a kiss, wanting even more as he tugs on the belt of his pants to finish what he started.

© dollbrbie | don’t plagiarise or translate any of my work

[cendrilloncd]

been watching blue lock

[nagislut]

ℐ 𝓃ℯℯ𝒹 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎

-He is always so needy wanting to alway be around you so when you guys first had sex he felt like he was in heaven pounding into you with full force

-When y’all first started talking he would blow up your phone asking to hang out or to come watch his games , you would go over to his house leading to hot make out sessions with him while you straddled his lap

-Very clingy he never leaves your side and texts you everyday even when at soccer practice, Isagi would get mad when he would be on his phone during training but Bachira always said he needed to text his pretty girl first

-His favorite position is cowgirl because your tits are on display for him, while you ride him he gropes them and plays with your nipples he also loves grabbing your ass giving it harsh slaps each time you ride him

-His favorite parts of your body have to be your tits and ass he loves squeezing your tits and grabbing your ass in public letting everyone know your his, he loves it when you sit on his lap since he wants you to feel the boner you give him and can easily massage your tits

-He gets so horny when seeing you wear his jersey without a bra and just panties so now he can fuck you and hear your pretty little moans and whimpers he can’t help but get so hard

-You would take him shopping with you and you guys ended up in Victoria secret so you asked him to pick out an outfit he wants to see you in, which then he needed up choosing the sexiest outfit possible and even agreed to pay for it later that night you put on all the clothes he picked and showed them off to him

[bachiras-toaster]

bllk boys who love to share : ̗̀➛

BLUE LOCK BOYS x f!reader

contents. threesomes, dacryphilia, overstimulation, handjob, pussy-eating

ft. bachira, isagi, ness, kaiser, sae, shidou

BACHIRA when isagi accidentally walks in

with bachira’s back towards the door, he wasn’t able to sense his best friend nearing the entrance. he was too focussed on pinning you down beneath him, interlocking your fingers with his as he pounded into your sloppy cunt to notice the door casually being opened. when you kept shooting flustered glances over bachira’s shoulder, that’s when he finally realised that your eyes were on someone else. and although he was extremely hurt at first, all of his worries washed away when he realised that it was just his friend, isagi— standing there, frozen, his face flushing as his pants got tighter. bachira trusted isagi with his whole life, so of course he would have been okay for isagi to join in on the fun.

bachira now had you sat upon his lap while he leaned against the fluffy pillows of the bed, gently shifting your hips up and down so he could still press his cock further into your pussy. knelt in front of you was isagi, trying to keep his composure while you gave him a hand job, one of his palms shielding his blushing face. his knees were shaking a little against the covers, but he remained high on his knees, even hitching his shirt up a little to reveal his tensed abs, also giving you more room to jerk him off.

“you can look at her if you want, isagi.” bachira smirks as he rests his cheek against the crook of your neck, his eyes gazing up at his best friend. he noticed how isagi seemed to either look over at the wall or down at your hands, but never your face. “she’s really helping you out! the least you can do is look her in the eye.”

NESS letting kaiser have fun with his gf

you were lying against the pillows of the bed, your legs spread wide with kaiser’s face between them as ness sat by your side and ran his fingers gently through your hair. kaiser had made constant advancements towards you behind ness’ back, thinking that if he knew, he’d be judged to shreds. however, he was pleased to hear that ness wasn’t only accepting of kaiser’s behaviour, but also more than willing to allow him to please you. he was practically begging kaiser to sleep with you, not wanting kaiser to dislike him in any way— and if sharing you prevented that, he was more than happy to oblige.

you let out whimpery moans as kaiser’s wet tongue licked another line up between the folds of your pussy before dipping back between them and working shamelessly at your clit. your heart was thumping faster as you squeezed your eyes shut, the only thing keeping you from letting out even louder moans was ness’s comforting hands, which moved to cup the side of your face as he looked at you lovingly.

“she’s so pretty when she moans.” ness smiled blissfully before turning his head to watch ness at work, his eyes sparkling with amazement. “there really is nothing you can’t do! you’re so talented, my girlfriend looks so satisfied!” he gushed before placing a kiss on the side of your neck beneath your jaw, grinning against your skin. “tell him how good you feel, darling. kaiser’s doing a great job, isn’t he?” ness whispered darkly into your ear.

SHIDOU showing sae how it’s done

you were sexually frustrated, shidou could see that. you never usually got a chance to have sex with your boyfriend, sae, and even when you did, it was always missionary. i mean, you always finished in the end, but there was no imagination. that’s why when shidou overheard you complaining to sae about not being experimental enough in the bedroom, he immediately butted in and insisted he show sae how to make you literally shake with pleasure.

that’s how you ended up with your arms tied to the post of sae’s bed, your legs being forced open by shidou as he pumped his cock into you while holding a vibrator up to your clit. your eyes were swelling with tears as you felt your entire body tense up, the only gentle feeling you could sense coming from your boyfriend’s warm touch as he held his palm against your cheek. “she’s actually crying, you’ve outdone yourself,” sae uttered coldly as his thumb drew over your skip to wipe the tears from the corner of your eyes.

“instead of just caressing her face, why don’t you be a dear ‘n hold her legs open instead? she’s tryin’ go close them, see?” shidou chuckled darkly, to which sae rolled his eyes before positioning himself to force your legs even further apart. shidou couldn’t help but be amused as he looked between you and your boyfriend. “don’t sass me, darling,” he grinned at sae, “you should take notes. your girlfriend’s clearly enjoyin’ it.”

[bachirye]

In honour of Bachira day, here's our glorious king Bachira Meguru as Blåhaj!! 🎉🎂🎈💛🐝

[cutecatlov3r]

kinktober: stuck in wall~ bachira meguru

synopsis: your roommate finds you stuck in the washer . how could be not stick his needy cock inside of you ?

warnings/tw: aged up! dubcon, praise, erratic behavior, hard pervert, panty stealing, dryhumping, raw sex, piv, free use(?), orgasm(m), porn with a plot, drunk off sex, cervix fucking, and mental issues (?)

character ai bot that I made in honor of this: didn't make one for this ;(

not proofread . check out my other ones too lolz !

i'm reposting it becuase it got taken down aw ! :(

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"bachi! where are my panties, can't find them in the washer!" you yell from the laundry room. you've been losing panties everyday, you don't even think you've done a load of your panties or bras since about last week.

"eh? why would I know?" he yelled back from the living room. of course he took them, he didn't care, no shame in it either. he takes them when you put your clothes in the laundry basket, taking some time to sniff your cute panties, wanting to smell your cunt. occasionally licking the inside to see if there's a taste. the way he licks your panties gently, his hand stroking his cock... makes him hard just thinking of it.

you just groaned in defeat. you had no idea he did that, you never suspected him as the culprit either.

"try in the way back of the washer! it could be stuck deep inside!" he suggested, sounding innocent. he was scrolling through his phone in the living room, bored.

you shrug to yourself, reaching into the washer.

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why the hell was the washer so damn deep? you roll your eyes, making a mental note to buy a new washer. reaching down further, you do see a pair of your panties. one that you haven't seen in awhile. you reach into the wash deeper, having to squeeze in your hips while reaching your arm out. once your hips were in you grabbed the underwear.

you sighed of relief, looking at it, it was one of yours. but they did feel weird, some sort of damp-like crust on it. you shrugged to yourself, not caring because you would wash it either way. there probably isn't a good explanation for it.

little did you know that bachira pumped himself, cumming on your sweet panties earlier. it wasn't his fault, he was just so turned on over the fact you cooked him breakfast when you woke up.

you huffed slightly, ready to get out...

what the...?

your hips were stuck, they weren't squeezing through the small opening at all. you tried your hardest, trying to push out your hips but to no avail. your hips were too big to get out.

"goddamnit..." you mutter to yourself, still trying to force yourself out of the washer.

bachira heard your little huffs and grunts, trying to escape the washer. your hips just weren't budging, you definitely want to buy a new one soon, this one sucked, obviously. you sighed to yourself, heart racing with a small bit of anxiety. how would you get unstuck...?

curiously, bachira walked over to the laundry room, wondering why you'd be making the noises. maybe you were fucking yourself, that's honestly the true reason why he came to check up on you, wanting a glimpse of what you could be doing.

"yo y/n! you ok-?" bachira paused, eyes widening slightly. this was way better than what he expected. "oh! hehe! are you stuck?" he chuckled. the way your ass peeked from your short little shorts made him smirk.

"uh no... of course not..." you mumble.

he giggled. "alright, then i'm gonna head to be-"

"wait!...I actually need help, I'm stuck," you sighed in defeat, shaking your head in the washer.

he hummed slightly, walking over to you, looking at how you couldn't budge your hips. the little voice in his head, what he called his monster, was telling him to fuck the shit out of you. but he took a deep breath, trying not to take advantage of you, his roommate.

"so! what's the problem?" he smiled, bending down face to face with your ass, looking at where you could be stuck.

"my hips won't come loose," you reply, truthfully. you showed him a quick example, trying to wiggle your hips out but once again, failing miserably. "could you uh... help me out?" you ask, swallowing your pride. you hated asking for help, it made you feel bad.

bachira chuckled, nodding. he stood on his knees, hands gripping the skin above your waist. he tried to pull you backwards. it didn't work. he tried again, this time, his clothed cock accidentally rubbing against your shorts. each time he tried to pull you backwards, his pelvis moved forward, cock hitting your ass.

you didn't mind, you just wanted to get out of the stupid washer.

"fuck her..." the voice in his head said. bachira watched as he was slightly thrusting against you when he was trying to pull you out. you didn't even notice that he was slowing down his movements, in thought. "y/n..." he mumbled.

"hm? what? should we call the fire department?" you ask, a bit worried.

without even a warning he pulled down your shorts.

"eh?! bachi! what the-"

"this pussy is so pretty..." he hummed, sitting back down to go face to face with your pussy. you were blushing, not knowing how to feel. you didn't even process what was happening. "aw, these panties are one of my favorites," he brought his thumb up to your clit, rubbing it in rough little circles. you whimpered slightly, "i came right there," he smiled, reminiscing on how he stroked his cock to those same panties, cumming on the inside of them.

"bachi..." you let out a breathless moan. "cut it out...! get away from me," you whined. you didn't want this to ruin things as roommates, if he helped you out, you'd just forget about it.

"no, i don't think i want that, pretty girl," his thumb went under those panties, sliding across your slick and wet cunt. "i don't think you do either, look at you... so wet," he chuckled, admiring the way his thumb moved against your folds. "so pretty,"

to be fair, of course you were wet. your roommate is pretty hot. him also admitting that he strokes himself to your panties also turned you on, just slightly.

"bachi... stop," you moan as his thumb went over your sensitive nub in a slightly pattern.

"wanna pump you full of my cum, y/n. you'd look so beautiful having it seep out from your tight little pussy," he said, unashamed, smiling.

you were speechless, breath hitching at that statement. all of a sudden it felt as if it were getting hotter inside of the washer. maybe it was because you were nervous or maybe it was because you've always wondered what it'd be like to be fucked by your crazy energetic roommate.

he was acting real bold for some reason, it was definitely the voice in his head that kept putting this idea of fucking you there while you were stuck. "awww! i'm already so hard too," he whined, taking out his cock. his dick was pulsing, no precum yet but just about ready to get inside of you. "i'm gonna fuck ya! don't worry, i'll make it feel pretty good too!". he grabbed his cock, stroking it slightly before pressing it against your ass.

"wait!- don't-"

he moved your panties to the side, cock pressing against your entrance. he rubbed his cock against your hole, teasing it. he didn't even put the tip in yet, slapping it slightly, earning little whimpers from the jolts of pleasure you were receiving.

"don't? seriously? look at how your needy hole is just begging for me to fuck you," he grinned, taking away his cock from your entrance. without his dick being there... it felt sort of empty, unsatisfied. "but! if you don't wanna I won't force ya," he was trying to sound nice. but he knew damn well if you didn't want to he'd force you and he probably wouldn't care about whether or not you'd swallow your pride and want to fuck him too.

you sigh slightly, missing the feeling of friction already. "wait... um... actually you can. you can..." you gulp a bit, feeling your face flush with embarrassment inside of the washer. "you can fuck me,"

no hesitation needed when you said those words as he shoved himself inside of you, merciless. you almost cried due to how well he was stretching you out. tears brimmed your eyes. he put both hands on the top of the washer, thrusting his hips. he watched as your ass bounced against his cock, your cunt sucking him tightly. your gummy walls squelching and squeezing down on his length.

"feels so good," he moaned, putting his shirt in between his teeth so he can see everything. he even whimpered like a puppy at the sight. he was not afraid to show his feelings, he didn't like when girls had to sit there and wonder whether their partner was feeling good too, so he loved showing.

"b-bachira!" you repeated, your breath fogging up the washer, making it slightly claustrophobic to be in there.

he rutted his hips deep inside of you, not moving fast, instead moving deep and hard. you could feel him so deeply, it almost hurt.

"you're the best... this pussy is the best," he moaned, thrusting himself more. his fat cock was being squeezed, almost feeling as if he was being milked dry. he has never had pussy this good.

"so good!" you slurred. you were being fucked so dumb that you could feel yourself going cross eyed, drool falling from your mouth. though it was early, his cock seriously was fucking you so good that your toes were curling.

bachira furrowed his brows, shutting his eyes as he slowed down even more, instead to pound you deep from the back.

that's when tears were rolling down your face. with each thrust you let out a cry, he was hitting your cervix. and fuck, all he wanted to do was fuck you so deep that he can get his tip past your cervix to fill up your womb with his warm cum. if he kept it up at this rate, he will gladly slam his dick so deep that it goes past your cervix, but for now, he loved the feeling of hitting it. he felt as if he were being blessed by a goddess.

"n-no more!" you cried, panting heavily. it was all too much, it hurt so bad yet felt so amazing. you could get used to this.

he bit on his shirt more, a sweat drop falling down his face. the way you moaned was like music to his ears. he fucked into you more and more, feeling his balls tighten, his cock twitch, his veins pulse...

"c-cumming! f...fah~ fuck! i'm-"

and that's when he shoved himself as far as he could, staying in that position, head being thrown back as he came. moans and high pitched whines escaped his mouth over and over. his cum filling your womb, shooting in ropes as he moaned.

you cried, legs shaking. the feeling of him filling you up felt so good, giving your cervix some comfort after being fucked over and over.

he panted, keeping himself inside of you until he caught his breath.

slowly, he pulled out, watching as his cum drip from your abused pussy. he grinned, enjoying his view as it dripped onto your thighs and floor.

"so hot..." he bit his lip, hand rubbing around the softness of your ass.

you were too fucked out to say anything in response.

"you cum?" he asked, sweetly as if nothing happened.

you made a small noise that told him you didn't to which he giggled, smacking your ass slightly. "don't worry! i can take care of that,"

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