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BEACH DAY — BLUE LOCK
SYNOPSIS: as a manager during the nel, a well-deserved rest was needed. what better way to rest than a fun day in the hot summer air, in a bikini, at the beach?
note: this was originally a special for 100k reads on my wattpad book found (which u should SO read btw #shamelesspromo) but to avoid confusion i edited out a lot of mentions of the manager characters who were included in this short! i really hope you all enjoy!
wc: 6.2k
TODAY
is a completely regular day of fun outings. Shidou had (in)formally organised a beach trip, something you decided would be a good idea. The NEL has been stressful on all of you, whether it be you and the other managers, the players, or even coaches—taking a good day off seemed to be a good idea.
So, you were heading to the beach.
The place where women can wear skimpy bikinis without being called promiscuous names (it would happen anyway—but in a perfect world everybody would mind their own business) and the place where strange men (some of those men may happen to be named Otoya and Aiku) would check out the local fauna dressed in said skimpy bikinis.
It was a fun day of splashing around in the waves, ignoring all problems present in your life, and unwinding in the grainy sand. You miss it. That is why, even though you're sure this will happen to end up in disaster, you agreed.
So, this is what got you in this predicament now—thirty minutes before you had to get there with a ten minute trip driving—that was all that was left for you to remember everything.
Swimming outfit. A change of clothes. Sandals that won't trap sand. What else...
You ponder as you stare down at your duffel bag, filled with everything you need. Money—food stalls at the beach were always ridiculously expensive for no apparent reason, Floaties—you never know when somebody might just need some abrupt saving. Towels—plenty of towels, A robe—you'll probably be a little chilly when you get out of the water.
Apart from the obvious essentials like hair ties, deodorant, sunscreen, keys and whatever other odd things you need whenever you go out—you think you're good to go.
You take a good look at your swimsuit. You haven't worn it in a while. A simple black two-piece with each front piece of fabric being held together with two silver rings—it's a little smaller than you would've liked, but you don't own any other kind, so you decide to just go with it.
You roll up your towel nicely and tuck it into your bag, then zip it up. You stare down at the fat duffel bag that is practically bursting at the seams. You are ready to take on the final boss—the beach.
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You stand in front of the mirror in the bathroom, pulling at the tight elastic band of your bikini. It digs into your skin slightly. Hissing through your teeth—you decide it's nothing, and quickly make your way outside.
With your bag under your arm, you walk out and look around. Two of the other manager girls said they'd saved a spot underneath a bright purple umbrella. It takes little effort to spot it in all its neon glory.
They both sit atop a beach towel, with odd things like sunscreen, keys, and waterproof mascara all scattered around them. You wave a little before you sit down on a part of the towel, taking in the sight of the beautiful beach.
Children running around, adults chasing after them—some guy was even getting told off in the middle of the waves for losing his swim trunks. All in all, the beach was positively bursting with rich energy.
You missed this. You haven't felt this calm in a good while. Dealing with all those rowdy boys vying for your attention—it took a toll on you.
Too bad this peace would not last for too long.
Your phone dings. You pick it up and press on the notification—it's a snap from Shidou. You hesitantly click on the picture and it's a closeup of his left eye—but in the background, you can see the side of the building you had just changed inside, and a shirtless Otoya is trying to kick at somebody.
You don't even have the chance to properly react when a loud yell interrupts your thoughts. You snap your head towards the sound so fast your neck aches—the source was Rin on the floor while, even though a second ago a phone should've been in his hand, Shidou is jumping him.
A smart, sassy quip and loud groans erupts from both you and the other manager girls—you slap your phone down and squeeze your face in your hands.
Perhaps this is the start of doomsday, you think as the overly massive group starts making their way towards you and your blaring purple target of a neon umbrella.
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"[name]!!" Bachira crashes into you—with the way he knocks you both to the sandy ground, he should be playing rugby instead of soccer—and rubs his cheek against yours like a loving cat. "I'm so excited to see you again! You never come by our stratum!!"
He's flat on top of you and the stares you're receiving start to grow uncomfortable. You push back at his chest but he simply opts to sneak his arms around your shoulders, "Bachira...!! Let me... get up..."
It takes the brute force of Barou King Shoei to remove his figure from latching onto yours. With a twitching brow and eyes that could stab daggers into Bachira—a small laugh unintentionally escapes your lips when he talks, "You're all sandy, you disgusting bug. If you get all that sand on the towel, I'll seriously kill you."
Bachira is being held up by the scruff of his water suit like a cat. He dangles in the air and flings himself at Barou next—"Fight me, king!"
"YOU—!!!"
Ignoring the upcoming brawl on the ground, you step over the two and you find your way towards...
"Hello, Isagi."
Your voice seems to make him jump—his eyes widen in surprise at the sight of your face and he looks far too nervous to be speaking to you. "O—Oh... Hello, [name]...! It's good to see you again..."
He's trembling and making such intense eye contact that you wonder if he's okay. His fists are clenched hard beside his body and you think he might just about have a heart attack. "Are you... okay?"
He answers a little too quickly, "Yes! I'm fine, haha, why would you worry about me? I'm totally good! Best I've ever been! Why would you ask? I look okay, right? Well, I gotta go now! I'll see you later, [name]!"
He runs off like he's a high school girl who's just had her first conversation with her senior crush. I can't tell if he's insecure about how he looks or worried about being disrespectful to me.
Maybe it's a mix of both. Isagi is on the slimmer side, compared to guys like Barou. Even though I know he's not, he looks like he's on steroids.
And Isagi's always been worried about being disrespectful to you—worried about overstepping boundaries and making you uncomfortable—at least when he's in his usual, clear state of mind. There's no telling what he's thinking when he stares down at you late at night after a good game with that overconfident, egotistical smirk.
Anyways—he's rushed away by now, and you're just standing here looking all stupid. Oh well. At least you're not alone for too long, because your attention is quickly stolen away by a certain trio.
Karasu, Otoya, and Yukimiya all come up to you—only one bothers to wave or even smile (there's no surprise he's a model—he's seriously gorgeous, you note when glancing down at his torso).
"Hey." The sneaky ninja is not so sneaky anymore, because he doesn't even try and disguise the way he's staring at your chest. He gives you a thumbs up, to which you scowl, "Lookin' good."
"Get your eyes off my chest."
"Sicko." Karasu shakes his head with a disappointed expression. You deadpan.
"You too, stupid crow."
"Did your mothers not teach you respect?" Yukimiya clicks his tongue—eyes fluttering closed as he shakes his head. He soon turns his head towards you and he actually does make eye contact with you—a step above his two friends. "It's nice to see you, [name]. You look very nice. Ignore these two."
You promptly ignore the offended looks shot at the model—you opt to just stare, perhaps a little too dreamily (but you couldn't care less, really), and smile back, "It's nice to see you too, Yukki. Thank you, you look handsome today, too. I was planning on ignoring those two, anyways."
"Woah, that is seriously hurtful." Karasu places a hand over his bare chest where his heart would be. "Too bad I don't care."
You roll your eyes. "Of course you don't, stupid crow."
"Would you stop calling me that?"
"Would you stop staring at my boobs?"
He pauses. "Point taken."
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Having Nagi cling to you during your time at Blue Lock is pretty hard already. Believe it or not, he's 6'2, and believe it or not, having a grown 6'2 man hanging off your side makes it pretty hard to get around.
Having a shirtless, messy-haired Nagi plant himself right on top of you and having his face smushed against the top of your chest is a little worse.
You can feel a burning stare at the back of your head. You're not sure if the stare Reo is giving you is directed at you or the snow-haired boy. (Perhaps it is both and he's just conflicted—you would understand).
"Nagi..." You push back at his head and slowly intertwine your fingers in the white locks. They're softer than you imagined, but the ends are unmistakably dead. You should cut it for him later. "Go swim or something."
You are disappointed (yet, not the slightest bit surprised) when he promptly shakes his head no and proceeds to dig his nose even deeper into your exposed skin. His voice is slightly muffled, but still plausibly understandable, "Nuh-uh. Dun' wanna."
Your eyes twitch. Perhaps you have been spoiling him a little too much—so much so he refuses to leave you be.
"'Cause I didn't wanna go, but then mmmm... uh—Reo told me you were gonna come... and it wouldn't be too much of a hassle if you stayed with me. Hadn't seen you in so long. Missed you."
Right. You forgot he told you that before, too. Perhaps you had been a bit too doting on Nagi—he's clingy-er than you remember. Or perhaps it had been similar to that saying, distance makes the heart grow fonder.
A loud shriek (it sounds far too girly to have come out of Nagi's mouth, but go figure) alerts you and you see Nagi has been grabbed backwards into a headlock by Barou King Shoei. Perhaps he had turned away from the villainous side since your last meeting with him, because right now, he's saved you twice, like a hero.
Nagi doesn't even fight the King's death grip—he flops like a dead fish and it looks rather funny seeing it so closely. Nagi is taller, yet much lankier than Barou, who looks like a bodybuilder compared to the lazy snowhead.
"You're kicking sand all over the towel, Mr Hassleman." Barou snarls and jerks Nagi's head back. The boy doesn't react other than wearing his little :x face. "Go swim it off. Now."
Nagi does not make any visible effort to move. Barou still holds him like a ragdoll in his grip when he turns to look at you—you laugh a little and move your sunhat out of your eyes. "Hi, Barou. It's nice to see that you came. I didn't think you'd like the beach."
He looks a lot different with his hair down, you note. But in a good way. Fallen beneath his shoulders—you wonder why he does not wear it this way more often. He still holds his signature forever pissed-off expression, "What the hell is that supposed to mean? You think I'm incapable of having fun?"
You pause, with a small grin. "Yeah, kinda."
He gives you a deadpan expression. "You're the same as always, you shit manager."
"I thought our relationship had progressed to the point we'd gotten past these mean names." You place a hand over your chest, a cheeky smile on your lips with a faux-hurt expression. You didn't usually joke around like this—it wasn't really your thing—but he was just far too easy of a target to tease. "I'm hurt, King."
He cocks a brow—you see Nagi trying to wriggle around now, and it's good to know he didn't actually die—"Seriously? Didn't think you were the type of person to care."
"Doesn't matter now. You're gonna swim, right?" With a nod of his head, you break away from his sharp stare and give him a small wave with a closed-eye smile. "Well, I'll leave you to it. Oh yeah—by the way, you look good with your hair down. You should do it more often. Anyways, see you later."
You do not catch the half-hearted wave Nagi sends you—which was just him flopping his arm up in the air—nor do you catch the look Barou throws over his shoulder at you, "... Not too bad yourself."
He says, but you do not catch it.
Nagi stares up at the man with a blank expression, "Who knew you were all sweet on our manager, huh, King?"
The King in question growls like an animal and tosses Nagi into the ocean like a ragdoll, "Shut the fuck up!"
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"Beach volleyball?" Chigiri stares with confusion in his bright pink eyes as Kurona sits on Gagamaru's shoulders—setting up the tall net. His hair is tied up in a high ponytail, and his bangs fall over his eyes. "Are you serious?"
His head turns to yours when you shrug, "Why not? Beach volleyball is super fun. It's not like you guys can play soccer on the sand."
Chigiri pauses to think your words over for a second. You give him the most empty stare you can muster before you speak, "You really can't play soccer on the sand, Chigiri."
"Well, still. Are you gonna play?"
You shake your head and spare him a small smile. "No, I think I'll pass on this one. I'd like to see you play, though. You seem like you'd be really good at volleyball."
He gives you a pretty smile and shakes his head. "Oh, I don't know. I wasn't really planning to play either. I was honestly just thinking of sitting down with you and just relaxing."
"Oh, but I really would like to see you play. I bet you'd be better than anybody else out there, Hyoma." Not to be brass or anything, but you like to think you know a good amount about Chigiri—including how to get him to do what you'd like: Fan his ego. Or to put it in better words, praise him. "I think you'd look pretty cool."
You give him the nicest smile you can muster, and you're sure that's what seals the deal. He turns his head away from yours—yet you can practically sense the smirk he now holds—"Well, if you really think so, why not?"
You laugh a little as he walks onto the court, and each side with six players—even if in official beach volleyball, there were only two on each side, this was the most unofficial game you've ever really witnessed.
Otoya and Karasu are jumping on each other's shoulders in an effort to block the spikes—it only ends in the one on top tumbling to the ground and Yukimiya shaking his head in an I'm not mad, just disappointed motion.
Bachira is using his feet to play, kicking the ball up even when his hands were a completely more viable option—you think this is illegal, but who are you to judge—and Shidou is doing the same thing, except he... is hogging the ball. You aren't even sure how you hog the ball in volleyball, but he's managing it.
Rin is the one who manages to get it away from him but it only ends up in another tussle—something you do not bother to stop because one of the manager are already running toward them with a can of hairspray (which, if you were not previously aware, has the same effect as pepper spray if directed into the eyes).
You loll your head back and let out a heavy sigh. This beach day was going better than you had expected—still, your group by far had gained the most traction from how loud you all ended up being. You've gotten countless stink-eyes from old people, especially when Shidou yells out profanities in the vicinity of little children.
You wonder if the police may get called on you all. Maybe you should pretend you're not in their group as a last-ditch effort if it does end up happening.
You are broken out of your thoughts by a small, almost nervous greeting, "Um... hey, [name]."
You look to where the source of the sound came from—you get an eyeful of Isagi's bare torso before you see his face. He's looking off to the side awkwardly as if the mere action of looking at you would be purgatory, and he looks like he doesn't know what to do with his hands so he grips the end of his swimming shorts awkwardly. It's cute.
"Hi, Isagi." You smile. You shuffle over to create a little more room on the towel you are sitting on. You pat the free spot beside you and nudge your head towards him, "Come sit."
Obediently—you didn't expect him to move so fast—he sits beside you. He still looks stiff and nervous, so you ask him what's up. He responds, quickly but much quieter than his usual calm tone, "I was... um... ah, this is so stupid..."
He sucks in a deep breath of air and turns his back towards you. It's a little more built than you imagined. "I was... just gonna ask if you could put sunscreen on my back... I can't reach, and I trust you more than the... others."
You can practically feel the way his face burns up from how his voice cracks and grows more hushed with every word. To save him from the embarrassment, you decide to spare him from teasing words. "Sure. I don't mind. I'm glad you trust me, Isagi."
The words come out a little more sultry than you intended as you test the waters and place your fingertips on his bare shoulders. He shivers. You can feel it.
You spread the sunscreen all over his back—he places his face in his hands as you work your hands a little lower. When your fingertips brush against the waistband of his shorts he has to bite back a small groan. This was utterly humiliating for him—seriously, this was sad.
You're not completely oblivious to this fact, so in a menial act of pity for the poor guy, you try and finish up as quickly as possible—if only to save him from the embarrassment.
It feels far too intimate to be just a friendly gesture. He wonders if you feel that way too. You lightly rest your palms on his tense shoulders when you are done, sitting on your knees and leaning your face near his own, "Done."
He'd be lying if he said his heart didn't skip a beat. He swallows thickly, blunt nails digging into his palms as he shuffles around so he faces you. The words that come out of his mouth are a little shakier than he would've liked, "T... Thanks... [name]."
The smile you have plastered on your face is nothing short of pretty, he thinks. "No problem. You can come to me if you need anything, okay?"
Why do you have to say things like that, [name]?
Isagi gives you a small nod, and practically forces a wavy smile onto his lips. "Yeah... You're really helpful, you know that?"
You laugh. "I know."
The mood between you two is calm and the strange tension from before has dissipated. You're smiling from ear to ear, about to say something—when Isagi's demeanour changes completely. You're not too sure why, but he seems to spot something behind you and his eyes completely shift.
Gone is the meek and shy boy, and in his place is a coy, smiling man. He places a hand on your upper arm—it makes you jolt and look at him in surprise. A second ago, he couldn't even look you in the eye, and now, he was shuffling closer towards you like it was the most natural thing ever.
"Anything, right?" He finally speaks, and he moves his hand up, away from your arm and it lightly traces underneath your jaw. He looks deeply into your eyes, but still keeps glancing behind you. "Can I do this?"
You do not get a chance to ask what this happens to be—although, it does not take a genius to figure it out, and you are no genius—or even spare him an answer before he grabs your hardcover novel and holds it up in front of where the two of your lips meet—covering your kiss from the other players that surround you all.
He doesn't dare take this further than a small kiss—yet, it wouldn't be considered a simple peck either. His hand holds the underside of your jaw lightly and tilts your head up so he can easily feel you and the back of the hard-cover book feels cool against your cheek.
You'd like to believe the reason your cheeks are on fire is from the blaring heat of the sun shining down on you—even though you are underneath the shade of that purple umbrella. His lips taste sweet, like a fruity drink. You think a stall nearby is serving something similar to that.
You can feel his smile against your lips, and he seems to be all too happy to have you like this. He tilts your face forward and your body has to follow—to the point you practically collapse into his lap. It feels much more intimate now that you can feel his bare skin against your own.
Isagi moves his hand down from your jaw down toward your waist, holding you taut against him and letting his fingertips rest in the dip of your back.
You finally end up moving backwards, and your sunhat almost falls off your head—Isagi quickly readjusts it when he pulls away. He gives you a sweet smile—though, it grows more cocky when he glances behind you again—and says, "You really are helpful, [name]."
You blush a little but still retain that same smile when his hands trace down your spine gently, romantically. "I know."
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Isagi joins in on the beach volleyball fun with Nagi after Rin and Shidou leave in favour of taking a dip in the sea (you think you hear Shidou saying something about skinny-dipping, and you pray to every god imaginable you heard wrong), so you are left to yourself once more.
You are perfectly content. Your sunhat lay on the towel beside you and your legs are peeked out in the sun—reading your book where you last left off.
Your life is perfectly calm until it is not.
Hands suddenly cover your vision and all you see is darkness. You jerk your head up and are about to say something when a heavily accented voice suddenly rings out throughout your ears, "Guess who?"
You could recognise that voice in your sleep from how often it haunts your dreams. You recognise that voice even before you hear it. You slump down where you sit, letting out a heavy, almost tired sigh. "Kaiser..."
"Ah! How did you guess it so easily, hübsches Mädchen?" He removes the hands blocking your vision and he suddenly plops himself down, right in front of you—of course, his little guard dog is right by his side, sporting his usual guileless expression. "Perhaps you think of me far too often, hm? Also, I told you to call me Michael. We are closer than that, no?"
You shake your head, eyes slightly squinted at him. "I don't know about that. Hello, Ness."
The puppy-dog boy waves his hand at you, clearly delighted. "Hello, [name]!"
Kaiser looks annoyed at this interaction. He scoffs, rolling his electric blue eyes and waving you off mindlessly, lashes fluttering closed, "Whatever. I cannot believe you're just reading at the beach."
You raise a brow. "What's wrong with that?"
He picks up the book by its spine and tosses it nonchalantly on the towel beside you, lips curled downwards into a sneer, "It's terribly dorky. You look like a huge dork."
"You sound like you care about that more than me."
"I don't want my love interest to look like a huge geek. Appearances matter a lot, you know." Yeah, you make that really clear. He abruptly stands up—Ness scrambles to get up as well—and looks down at you, finger curling upwards towards you like he's beckoning you to follow him. "Come on."
You blink with your nose scrunched up. "Excuse me?"
He coughs into a closed fist, looking up at the bright blue sky so he doesn't have to meet your gaze. He still holds a hand out to you, "Come on. Don't keep me waiting."
You're so shocked that you actually find yourself following after him—though, you do not take his outstretched hand and it is left hanging awkwardly. Ness would've taken it.
Your sandals flop on the sand as you walk down the beach, past families and couples and people simply wanting to tan—you follow behind Kaiser in silence while Ness walks beside you. You hope people don't think of you three as a throuple. That would absolutely not be good for your image whatsoever.
You pause as soon as you realise exactly where he is leading you. He's stepped halfway into the water when you halt your movements right before the splash of a wave hits your toes.
"Yeah, no thanks." You abruptly turn on your heel and proceed to try and make a getaway—you don't get too far until Ness grabs your wrist and tugs you backwards. You tumble into him—somehow, he doesn't fall over and only grabs your upper arms in his hands with a frantic expression.
"Please, [name]! Kaiser really wants to swim with you!"
Kaiser hisses through his teeth lowly and stares at Ness like he's just cursed out his mother, "What the hell, Ness?! I never said that!"
The small boy does not make it very subtle when he gasps in shock. Ness slaps his hands over his mouth and shakes his head—his voice is muffled when he speaks, but you can still understand slightly, "I—I never said that! Nobody said that!"
He's so embarrassed the poor boy rushes into the water and disappears beneath the waves. You wonder if he has become one with the sea. In the distance, you can see Kurona and Hiori chilling on a large unicorn floatie—with drinks and colourful straws—that should've only been able to fit one person.
You and Kaiser are now just staring at each other in very much awkward silence. You take a languid step back. "Well... If you don't want to swim..."
Once again, you do not get the chance to dash away because he's grabbed you and pulled you into his grasp before you could even react. You look at him with wide eyes—but you're practically putty in his hands when he bends down and clasps his arms over the back of your thighs, throwing you over his shoulder like a menial sack of potatoes.
Your sandals fall off your feet as soon as you find yourself tucked over him—you let out a very loud, very offended, very embarrassed gasp of shock, "What the hell... ?! Kaiser—put me down! Sick bastard!"
Your words have no visible effect on him. Your head slumps down when you feel him walking, and your hair hangs over your head. You get a good eyeful of his back. He's also more muscular than you imagined. Makes sense why he could even do this. That doesn't mean you're not pissed, though.
You can't see his face, but you can practically envision his signature cocky smirk and how it paints his stupidly handsome features, "I'm all fine, hübsches Mädchen. Are you ready?"
Huh? Ready for what—!!!
You feel so indiscriminately stupid for even asking this question—you should've already known the answer—because you suddenly find yourself collapsing into the water, salt filling each of your senses and the loud noises of children screaming around you fading to muffled nothingness.
You jump up as fast as you can—you're just tall enough so you can stand with your chest above the waves. You start coughing to try and get the small amount of water you happened to swallow out of your system—your hair is now wet with the water and is suddenly heavier, and you're shivering cold.
Kaiser, the asshole he is, is laughing wildly at your expression. You push your hair away from your vision and you receive an earful of his—stupidly charming—laughter. His hands clamp over his mouth in a last-ditch effort to muffle himself, which only makes your face flush hotter with anger and your chest tightens.
You want to yell and scream into his face, but you choose the better way out. You puff your cheeks out and hold your breath as you dive back under, swimming behind him and slamming your foot into the back of his knees so that he tumbles forward, face-first into the water.
You've never felt prouder of yourself.
You bob your head back up and start to laugh wickedly now—it was his turn to look like a drowned rat. When his head comes above water, you can't help the tears of laughter that brim across your waterline when he gives you a deadpan, silently fuming glare.
His wet bangs cling to his face (somehow, it suited him—the mere thought made you feel a little angry, in the way that your stomach started to feel all weird and your heart skipped a beat or two) and his red eyeliner is smeared down his cheek. He pushes his blonde hair back, so that his damp bangs fall over his left eye and his hair is parted strangely to the side.
"Hmph." He looks away from your figure—you have to cling onto his shoulder to stop yourself from falling over, and your chest heaves up and down wildly to breathe. "I don't know what you find so funny."
You look up at him from your slumped position, eyes squinted upwards and you're practically sparkling with joy, "You... you look hilarious! Ahahaha—look at you! I can't—" Your words are cut off by your gasps for air.
Kaiser does not look the least bit impressed. He stares down at where your cheek is planted on the side of his neck, right where the blue rose lies. His hands stabilise you by falling into the small of your back—right where Isagi's fingertips once touched.
You finally regain your composure and move away from how you were practically pressed up against him—your cheeks are starting to hurt from how hard you were smiling, and you now sport a much calmer sort of grin when you stare up at him. "Ah... I'm sorry—don't look so mad—"
He rolls his eyes, which makes you chuckle, hands resting on his shoulders, "Oh come on... don't look at me like that... I'm sorry..." Your tone is far too playful to sound apologetic. He is slightly enjoying the attention you bestow upon him, but the thought makes his head hurt so he chooses not to reflect on it. "Michael..."
Fuck. His name sounds so nice coming out of your mouth.
He still keeps up the annoyed act, however, even when you grin up at him with that stupidly pretty, stupidly knowing look, "Don't be like that... I'm sorry, okay? What do you want me to do to make it up to you?"
The blonde pauses, blinking owlishly and looking down at you. You are still smiling, and he can feel your heart beating loudly in your chest. You almost look dazed, probably from your previous session of full-blown laughter.
His hands still rest lowly on your hips. He moves one and tilts your chin up with his thumb, "Hm." A smirk coils onto his lips and in an instant you can see the happiness that practically radiates off his being. "I think this will suffice, for now."
He leans forward, and suddenly, he is kissing you. Unlike Isagi—he wastes not a second to slip his tongue between your lips and kisses you as deeply and passionately as he can muster—it's so Kaiser, so him that it makes your stomach twist within itself.
His hands run down the side of your body—the places where his rough fingertips meet the skin that you usually cover with clothing make you jolt and goosebumps form on your wet skin.
His bangs tickle your cheek and despite how wet they are, they are soft. His left, tattooed hand finds itself on the side of your stomach and his blunt nails sink into the soft flesh—he grabs at whatever he can get his hands on. It's lowly and desperate and so unbefitting, so uncharacteristic of him—but in this moment, he can hardly find it within himself to care.
The hot sun beams down on you both and it causes your head to grow all hot and fuzzy—Kaiser's natural warm body heat is not helping either. You're feeling so much all at once that your hands unconsciously place themselves on his bare chest in a small attempt to create a sliver of distance between you two.
It does not work. Your torso leaves no room or gap as you're sunken into his arms—it makes him groan into your mouth and god, you almost feel sick to your stomach when you realise your first thought after hearing it is that you really want him to do it again.
You're not underwater anymore, but you might as well be. Every sense is muffled—the children screaming, the cool, glittery water that surrounds your bodies, even the blackness that clouds your closed-lidded vision—all you can feel is him, his tongue in your mouth and his hands running all over the smoothness of your skin.
Suddenly, you feel your lungs aching, and you realise you need air. You try to pull away—but his face follows yours like he's a mindless dog, and you could've laughed at it if you had not been so stripped of oxygen. You need air and yet he's kissing you like you are his air—it's a fact that makes your cheeks flush red hot.
The only option you can think of is the next action you take—you squeeze your hand out of where he presses your chests impossibly close and entangle them within his damp, blonde locks—tugging backwards and forcing him to leave the slightest amount of space between your mouths, so you can gasp for air.
Your hand tugging at Kaiser's long hair, hard, and you hotly panting into his mouth—he'd rather be caught dead than admit this aloud, but it doesn't feel half bad.
Your eyes crack open slightly, and you have to choke down a laugh when staring at his expression. His face is flushed bright red—compared to his usual pale complexion—and his squinted cerulean eyes are clouded with unmistakable desirable passionate lust.
"Scheiße, hübsches Mädchen." He curses lowly, chest rising and falling erratically as he pulls you in even closer—if that were possible. You can feel every ridge and bump of his hard torso against you and the smirk that pulls across his lips makes your heart pound. "You make my heart race."
When your breathing starts to even, he closes the gap between you both once more, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth and biting down—you whine into him and he kisses you softly as some sort of minor apology—you'd never hear the word sorry come out of his lips, after all. His hand dips down to trace up and down your spine, while the other rests below your ass.
He slides his lips away from yours, down your neck and he rests his face in the crook between your neck and shoulders—pressing languid, open-mouthed kisses against the salty skin. His hair falls over his shoulder and trickles into the water like molten honey—it flutters around in the sea and he looks stupidly gorgeous like this.
Now that he's not blocking your vision nor taking over each of your senses, you can see now see the distant figures of your friends all playing together in the sea, including that of Isagi. He's talking together with the others and having fun while you're over here, making out with one of his most hated rivals.
Still, you can't find it within yourself to give it a second thought when his teeth sink into your neck, and his hands tighten around your upper thighs. He lifts his head after you whimper a little and push him back—he follows where your eyes lead and you're sure he also happens to see the head of your dear friend.
The smile that curls across his lips is nothing short of dangerous. "Oh, is that Yoichi? Are you worried about him seeing us?" You do not give him a verbal answer, but the way you look down and the way your lips tremble gives him everything he needs. "How cute. No worries."
He lifts his face and all you can see is him. His hair falls over his shoulder and his bangs tickle your cheek once more. His touch is undeniably soft despite the carnal look he sports in his sharp, angled eyes. "Why don't we give him a show, hübsches Mädchen?"
He whispers so delicately—you do not have the mind to shake your head no, nor do you protest when he slips his tongue between your obediently open lips once more, hands tucked around your hips.
Your heart will not stop pounding. Kaiser smiles at the fact that he is doing this to you. He smiles at the fact you are like mindless putty in his hands, and he smiles at the fact that he can feel bright blue eyes staring holes into him—there's nothing wrong with showing off, right?
© ILIVERAEE 2024
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BLLK TEAM SPOTTING YOU IN THE CROWD!
notes: hahahahehajajsj I’m SO excited for this guys- the new episode had me TWEAKING.
characters: Isagi, Rin, Bachira, Chigiri, Nagi, Karasu, Otoya, Yukimiya, Niko, Gagamaru, Aryu, Reo, Barou, Hiori, Shidou
warnings: reading the same thing over again but in a different font LMAO, cringe but WHO gaf??, y/n glazing (help😭💀)
You and your friend managed to snag close seats for the Blue Lock vs. U-20 match, and you could BARELY contain your excitement!!—especially because your beloved boyfriend was playing. You both were decked out in all blue, sticking out from the white and red crowd. The odds were stacked against him and his team, but you had complete confidence that they would hold their own. As you settled into your seats, the teams made their way onto the field. The moment you spotted your boyfriend, you and your friend screamed your heads off, cheering as loud as you could. The game was going great so far; at halftime, the score was 2-1, with Blue Lock in the lead! The players were standing around on the field, catching their breath, when he finally spotted you in the crowd, screaming + waving your arms wildly.
ISAGI YOICHI
He’s like ehh?!? You came?!? To watch him?!? For reals?!
Gets all touched lmao 😭
Waves back with a big ol smile :3
Means a lot because you cheered for him when he was nobody 🥹 AND now he’s playing against THE U-20 aaaa
Yells ‘HIIIII’
-Bachira wiggles his eyebrows at him 😏 -which makes him all blushy and pushes him off him lol
Que bachira going ‘ooooooo isagi’s gotta s/ooooooo 🤭😏’
So embarrassed hehe
Blows you a little kiss when nobody’s looking tho :3
RIN ITOSHI
He didn’t think you’d come tbh
Feels proud that you did tho! not that he’d let you know ofc
He gave you a little wave and called it good (he has to remain mysterious- especially in front of Sae!!)
He’s very conflicted if he’s glad you came or if wishes you didn’t lmao 💀
Bc when he heard ‘Woah- They’re cute’ from his teammates he snapped his head over
“They’re taken, back off scum.” He’ll snap
Everyone’s sorta like ?? RIN PULLED SOMEONE??
Que immediate questioning
‘HOW DID YOU GET A S/O BEFORE I DID?!’ ‘I feel bad for them..’ ‘DID YOU PAY THEM??’
He just tells them to shut up
smirking inside, heh
BACHIRA MEGURU
He’s like 😦-> 🤩
inside he’s like ‘OHMYGOSHTHEYCAMEEEEEEE! :D’
Screams your name jumping and waving his arms
‘Y/NNNNNNN ARE YOU WATCHING ME?!? Y/NNNNNNNN!!’
‘YEAAAAAAAAAH!! YOU LOOKED SO COOOOOOOOL!!’
You def go with his mom tho 😌
You and Yuu are screaming your heads off together- ‘GOOO !! YOU GOT THIS!!!’ ‘GET THE FREAKIN’ BALL MEGURU!! HES OPEN- GOOOOO!!!’
Shes very glad you’re supportive of her son 🥹<3 (live laugh love yuu)
He points to you and says to his friends ‘THATS MY S/O!!! :D’
and they’re just like ‘..cool buddy’
They’re trying to figure out how he pulled someone lmao
After the match he practically jumps on you lol- No sorry, he literally does and you both crash on the floor
Both of you are just rolling around screaming in excitement lol
CHIGIRI HYOMA
So embarrassed lol
Like ‘My family AND my s/o came?!” Help he appreciates yall coming but it flusters him!!
Especially when his teammates are making comments about YOU and his SISTER
it’s too much for him 🙂↕️
He made it real clear that he’s your bf tho, so no one gets ideas!!
Really happy you came though, especially since you were one of the most encouraging people when he tore his ACL <3
NAGI SEISHIRO
Didn’t even think you’d come- like the thought that you would come didn’t even cross his mind (go figure)
‘Oh, y/n’s here, cool’
Lazily waves back
Wants to tell Reo you’re here but remembered that they broke up 🙂↕️
Yuki goes up to him and asks ‘Oh who’s that?’ and he’s just like ‘It’s y/n’
‘..I see, who is y/n?’ ‘uh, I don’t remember..🧍♀️’
‘Someone important tho,’
Just sorta stares at you until the whistle blows lmao 😭
KARASU TABITO
Super proud n smug :)
Like ‘Heh, MY s/o came’
Super super happy you’re there omg, but ofc he can’t let that show too much 😌
Waves back ofc
He looks at all his teammates to make sure they’re seeing this
It makes him feel really special that you came to watch HIM play :)
Def a confidence booster
Gets a annoyed bc he knows you spent a shit ton of money for this lmao
🐝:’oooo who’s that Karasu-kun?’
🐦⬛: ‘Heh, that’s my s/o 😏’
🐝: ‘For realsies? :o’
🐦⬛: ‘Yup 😌’
🥷:He’s such a simp bro’
🐦⬛:’Shut up Otoya.’
OTOYA EITA
He’s low key tweaking on the inside tbh
gives you the frat boy ‘nod’ and the three finger wave 💀
Doesn’t even wait for anyone to ask about you he’s already going
‘Yeah that hot chick/person is my s/o, it’s aight’ to be jealous’
But they’re just like ?? How tf did YOU pull anybody bro??
Poses for you LMAO
Is def waiting for you to make an edit of him or smth 😐
Your friend is looking at you like ‘seriously, him?~_~’ I am that friend.
Will NAWT shut up about how his hella hot s/o came to his game
YUKIMIYA KENYU
He’s like ‘Oh! They’re here?! Really?’ :3
Calls your name and gives a big wave
Super happy and proud that you came :)
Laughs a bit at the your dramatic outfits but appreciates it!
Tells the nearest person who you are and a bit about cha’ :3
When you blow him kisses he catches em’ and cradles them to his heart >:)
got a side eye from Nagi lol
NIKO IKKI
SOOOO flustered lmao
pink cheeks n everything ><
whispers a ‘hi’ and waves a little wave back
Super duper excited n happy you came :3
Wants to impress you so bad now- lol
Really hope no one sees you bc he might just die if he gets teased
-which of course they do and what he feared happens lmao
ARYU JINBEI
a very stylish single tear falls from his eye
‘Oh dearest y/n, you are so glam for this, I cannot even..!’
Dramatically flares his arms as a ‘wave’ and sings your name
‘Y/NNNNNNNNNN!- are you ready for this historic momennnnnnt-‘
Poses elegantly for you, talking to himself about how styl this is
GAGAMARU GIN
Squinting like ‘Is that y/n’ - o -
then eyes wide like ‘It is y/n’ • o •
Jumps up and hits his head on the goal 💀 then proceeds to jump again
Waves both arms and yells really slowly ‘CAAAAAN YOUUUU SEEEEE MEEEEEE?’
Then proceeds to talk to you yelling his lungs out, he stopped when Karasu told him ‘shut up, they can’t hear ya’’
He stopped for a brief moment, then continued
(after they get on field)
REO MIKAGE
SO happy. Like ‘🥹😁’ happy
Smiling the BIGGEST smile :)
Really, really appreciates you coming
Especially since you were literally the only other person aside from Ba-Ya that supported his dream
And! Speaking of Ba-Ya she was beside you in her usual attire, waving a little blue flag
Waves to you with both hands😌
Also blows you so many kisses ofc
Afterwards he’s going to give you the biggest hug and the FASTEST smooch ever
BAROU SHOEI
He was hoping you’d come, he wanted you to see just how much more he’s improved 😌
He heard your cheers and screams when he came into field and that also fueled into his desire to crush Isagi >:3 like ‘heh, bet’
You were VERY happy with how he celebrated his goal 😏🤭 you spammed your camera lmao
Waves back at you ofc, he is a gentleman after all
When someone asks who are you he just says ‘My partner, y/n. Don’t get any ideas donkey.’
heh, 😏
Really appreciates you coming :) especially with how expensive tickets are oml
def forced you to let him pay you back lmao
HIORI YO
He knew his parents would be there, but he wasn’t sure if you’d come. Very pleased you did! :)
Chuckles + rolls his eyes at your outfits
He’s got a cute little smile on his face :3
Waves back at you and signs you ‘thanks’
Points you out as ‘y/n, my sweet s/o’ to Isagi
Brags to him too lmao
Like ‘Yeah, they’re like perfect in every way- but you’ll find someone who is pretty decent though, don’t worry ☺️’
SHIDOU RYUSEI (my man will always be included soo)
Lets out the goofiest, happiest laugh
points at you with two hands and yells
So pumped you came omg
‘SAE- SAE LOOK! THATS MY BABY! THE ONE I WAS TELLN’ YOU ABOUT!’ ‘I don’t care.’
Continues to yell out you asking ‘DID I LOOK COOL?’ or ‘DID YOU FREAKN SEE THAT?’
Blows you tons of kisses before he has to start again
everyone on the bllk team is genuinely confused how tf this guy pulled anyone and is concerned for you and your mental health 💀
AHHAJSJEJES IM SO EXCITED BROOOOO
made Nov 9 2024
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《Bllk boys with smutty ish thingys :3》
(Idk what to call it)
"Its okay darling i know it hurts.. i promise it will feel good after."
YUKIMIYA,ISAGI,CHIGIRI,RIN,BEFORE WC! KUNIGAMI,PABLO,NANASE,NOEL NOA,NESS,LOKI,HIORI,LUNA,REO,KARASU
"So tight.. just made for me arent ya'?.. all mine."
KARASU,OTOYA,AIKU,SENDOU,SHIDOU,KAISER ,BACHIRA,LAVINHO,BAROU,REO,NAGI,KARASU
"You're wet already? Tch.. how pathetic."
RIN,SAE,KARASU,AIKU,KAISER,WC!KUNIGAMI,BAROU,NAGI
"Keep riding my cock.. ah~ thats it."
NAGI,REO,ISAGI,BACHIRA,LUNA,YUKIMIYA,SENDOU,KARASU
"You're such a slut for my dick hm?"
AIKU. AIKU.,OTOYA,LAVINHO,SHIDOU,SAE,REO,KAISER
@sanestakaashistan i maed uh thing again (i was bored)
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hear me out..
yukimiya kenyu is so desi coded. he's literally the dream guy who can read urdu, drinks chai with you every evening, and pushes your hair away from your face to admire you better. kenyu, who qoutes his favourite shayari to you and wraps his shawl around you when you meet him at the terrace at night. kenyu, who is oh so gentle when he kisses you.
falling in love with him would be like one of those soft, bollyood romance movies. i can totally see him as aditya (from the movie 'jab we met'). sigh i want him so bad..
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some of my favourite blue lock characters!!
#hello this is not what literally any of you followed me for but ta-da#blue lock#bllk#my art#chigiri#chigiri hyoma#bllk chigiri#yukimiya kenyu#yukimiya#bllk yukimiya#bllk art#bllk fanart#blue lock art#blue lock fanart
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The Albatross
a / n — tbh i haven’t caught up on the bllk manga but i love this man so i present you with ✨this✨ NOT PROOFREAD
content — yukimiya kenyu x fem! reader, afab reader, childhood best friends to lovers, not exactly fluff but it’s cute, lmk if i missed anything!
synopsis — Yukimiya Kenyu had always been told that you were "nothing but trouble" and "terrible danger." Despite that, he still couldn’t keep himself away from you after getting out of the Blue Lock facility.
✿.。. “ the devil that you know looks now more like an angel” .。.✿
Yukimiya Kenyu had always been told that you were "nothing but trouble" and "terrible danger." From the time you were children, those words echoed in his ears, coming from concerned parents, wary teachers, and cautious friends.
Try as he might, however, he simply couldn’t get away from you. You’d been his neighbor for about 6 minutes before you’d become a permanent fixture in his life. (much later in life he’d come to realize that his family moving in next door to yours in a new neighborhood would be his biggest blessing)
You had a wild spirit, always dragging him into adventures that left him breathless and exhilarated. He remembered the countless afternoons spent exploring the woods, your laughter ringing through the trees, and the way you’d both collapse into fits of giggles, covered in dirt and utterly happy. You were the albatross around his neck, but in the best way possible, grounding him with your reckless charm.
You were waiting at his doorstep when he got home from the doctor’s appointment that changed his life. No matter what anyone said, you’d never caused trouble for Kenyu— actually, you’d given him a sense of relief he’d never felt before. That day the two of you made a promise, that you’d be there for each other always, no matter what happened.
As the years passed, life pulled you in different directions. Kenyu’s soccer talent was undeniable, and soon he found himself in the Blue Lock facility, chasing dreams of professional glory. Letters and texts became infrequent before he left— focused on practicing, your presence a distant but cherished memory. Yet, in the quiet moments before sleep, he’d think of you, and the promise you’d made to always be there for each other.
And while he wouldn’t tell anyone this, he also thought about the spur of the moment kiss you’d given him when the two of you opened the letter telling him he was invited to the Blue Lock facility.
Yeah, his dream of being Japans best striker and wish to play soccer were what he was focused on…but maybe one day he’d finally muster up the courage to grant himself one wish he’d always wanted…
a life with you.
Years later, as he stood on the pitch for his first professional game, nerves fluttered in his stomach like a thousand butterflies. The stadium roared with anticipation, but his thoughts were elsewhere. He expected his family to be there to watch his game. He scanned the crowd, searching for a few familiar faces among the sea of strangers.
And then he saw you…
You stood out, just as you always had. Your hair was a bit longer, your smile a bit softer, but those eyes were the same ones he’d known since childhood. You waved, a small, hesitant movement, and in that moment, everything else faded away. The doubts, the warnings, the years of separation – none of it mattered.
As the game began, Kenyu played with a new fire, every movement driven by the knowledge that you were there, watching him. He didn’t know how long he could play soccer. He didn’t know how long his dream would be granted. He didn’t know if he’d get the same you he’d known from childhood.
He scored the winning goal, the crowd erupting in cheers, but his eyes never left you during time outs and when he was off the field. After the final whistle blew, he made his way to the stands, ignoring the fans and reporters clamoring for his attention.
He’d all but suffered being apart from you. Why didn’t he try to make a few more memories before going to the facility? He couldn’t even remember now.
Reaching you, he pulled you into a tight embrace, the years that had separated you seeming like they never existed. All the tension in his body began melting away in an instant. "I told you I’d always be there for you," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the noise.
Your recounting of the promise the two of you had made all those years ago made kenyu want to cry.
He had two dreams that could begin fleeting in an instant, but he wouldn’t let another one slip out of his grasp.
"And I’ll always love you," he replied, his voice steady and sure. "No matter how much trouble everyone says you are."
In that moment, Kenyu realized that you were more than just his childhood friend. Sure you were some trouble and tried finding danger in the craziest ways, yet none of it ever mattered to him. To Kenyu, you were the one constant in his life, his anchor in a sea of uncertainties. And nothing anyone said would ever change that.
✿.。. “ i’m the life you chose, and all this terrible danger ” .。.✿
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My Wife I'll draw you like a french girl except with less Eiffel Tower
#The Greenest Flag#my girl my girl#Yukimiya Kenyu#Yukimiya#blue lock fanart#Blue Lock Yukimiya#Kinda keeling over but posting before the shame kicks in
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ex encounters (bllk pt.4) !
features: alexis ness ... tabito karasu ... eita otoya ... kenyu yukimiya
contents: bad exes, general tw, confrontation, harassment, google translate german, strong language
tw for the exes: controlling, domineering, power struggle, accusations, fighting, public scenes, revenge, grabbing (shoulder), trying to get back together, harassment, manipulation, gaslighting, falling out of love, wanting you back, possessive themes
notes: FINALLY FINISHING THIS SERIES and desperately hoping this will cure my writer's block </3
pt.1 — pt.2 — pt.3
like kaiser, ness would be so pressed that your ex would even have the audacity to so much as even think of you. but unlike kaiser, ness would not be trying to throw hands: bro would just be gaslighing your ex into thinking he can't stand a chance against him.
you met ness online, trying to learn german through an anonymous messaging forum: where he was trying to learn your native language. the both of you had no clue who the other was, becoming online friends for years, long before you had ever even met your ex.
when your ex came into your life, ness noticed that you were online less and less. when asked, you gave the sheepish answer that your boyfriend didn't support you learning german, not wanting you to know a language that he didn't.
despite the red flag that was, and all his other warning signs, you stayed with him. you still learned german, now only messaging your pen pal when your lover slept or was away.
but, one day, you came home to your (now ex) boyfriend sitting on the couch. he found out you were still messaging ness, and he was mad.
it lead to a blow-out fight, you ended up having to flee and stay with a friend, collecting your stuff over a week while he was at work. you never saw him again.
eventually, you finished learning german. after a long discussion, ness agreed to meet you at the airport. the second you touched down in berlin, you rushed out the gates to see that cute boy with caramel hair and magenta tips holding your name on a sign. that would be the man you'd come to love so very dearly.
eventually, you and ness moved in together in germany, for his soccer career. you returned home with him for the holidays, to visit family.
as ness and you walked hand in hand through the streets of your hometown, bantering idly in german, you stumbled across a face you thought you'd never see again.
"ah, i see that i was right to not want you to learn german..." his voice said from a little further away, eyes glaring at the two of you. you instantly stiffened, and ever perceptive ness instantly figured out what was happening, muttering a quiet "verdammt" under his breath.
as your ex sauntered closer, ness wordlessly stood in front of you. though he wasn't the most imposing figure, you could see his distaste written plainly on his face, sneering at your ex.
"you left me for a german terrier... i see your standards really lowered..." your ex mumbled, chuckling as he glanced at ness. "keep it up, just try me schwein..." ness threatened, squaring his shoulders.
this went back and forth enough until ness had finally barked out enough insults with that near-crazed look on his face that had him shaking his head and storming away.
your boyfriend, turned to you, like a dog awaiting praise. it had you giggling and cupping his face to press scattered kisses along his cheeks. "thank you, mein held..."
"anything for you, mein schätzchen. i'd do it for you in a heartbeat..."
karasu would be smug at first before quickly getting annoyed. he would want to throw hands, shoving the guy away and mocking him, probably gets the cops called on him. at least he doesn't look bad in cuffs ig??
when karasu was introducing you to a group of fans who watch bllktv, you didn't expect to see your ex. "wow, y/n, what are you now... a gold-digger?" he taunts, stepping into your view.
your boyfriend was off to the side, signing things, blissfully unaware to your torment as his back was turned to you. so, you decided to be the bigger person and just ignore him.
your ex was one of those run-of-the-mill revenge people, would make fun of you at any given chance now that you were separated. you don' even remember why you broke up, probably some snide comment of his that ticked you off. but one thing about him was that he hated being ignored.
karasu, who heard a guy's voice and figured you were getting hit on. he knows that you're a catch, and he trusts you, so usually he lets you humble people on your own unless things get out of hand. well, things got out of hand.
he spun around when he heard you yelp, eyes meeting the hand that gripped your shoulder. in an instant he was shoving your ex away from you, guiding you so gently behind him that it contrasted with the same movement he had used against your ex.
"trash shouldn't touch treasure." he spits, glaring down as you ex stumbles on his feet. just like that, with a shout, your ex charges back at karasu.
like a professional, karasu throws him back again, this time with more force. but desperation does something to inhibition and your ex lunges back again, sending a punch across your boyfriend's face.
karasu just chuckles, wiping the blood from his nose as he grabs your ex's collar with one hand and socks him with the other, sending him to the ground.
they continue this one-sided fighting until flashes of blue and red flare in the corner of your peripheral. then they're both in cuffs and all three of you including those fans from earlier are being questioned.
then, karasu walks away from his cops, rubbing his now-restraint-free wrists as he saunters up to you with that coy smirk. "hey there pretty thing, your jailbird's back..."
he's taken aback as you jump into his arms, hugging him tight as your hands hold him like he was fragile. he just smiles, wrapping his arms around you and kissing he side of your head with a gentle affection.
"hey now, don't cry. i'd gladly get cuffed again for keeping you safe."
otoya is another smug one, but unlike karasu he is not eager to be fighting. otoya's smart and knows just what to do, plays innocent if it ever gets to the point where cops come in.
of all people in the world, otoya has certainly had his share of running into an unpleasant ex. he's the one who will understand you best, which is why he stands next to you with a cocky grin as your ex desperately tries to explain how he's better for you than him.
"i don't have a history of cheating... unlike present company..." your ex digs, shooting a smug look at otoya, who grumbles out a "c'mon, it was one time..."
you just chuckle, shaking your head in exasperation with a heavy sigh. "no, you didn't cheat. but you're still a manipulative asshole." he huffs, rolling his eyes and mumbling curses under his breath.
"you pretentious bitch, i never once hurt you. it was all for your betterment because you can't take care of yourself." your ex spits, getting closer until otoya puts an arm between you two.
"don't talk to what's mine like that, back it up bud." otoya muses with a grin, pushing your ex back lightly, putting himself between you two. your ex stammers, glaring at you over your boyfriend's shoulder.
seemingly, all was fine until the next time you were out with otoya, your ex appeared again: delivering the same take-me-back speech. it was getting tiring and you felt your patience begin to wear thin with every emotionally-charged word that spilled from his lips.
you groaned, running your hands down your face with a tired sigh, otoya silently wrapping an arm around your shoulder.
"listen, i think you should just go, man. this is getting pretty pathetic... i know that y/n's a real catch, but sometime's you gotta know when you can't reel a babe in..." otoya says, somehow getting even more smug as he presses you into his side, leering down at your ex.
eventually, after a few more snide remarks from otoya, your ex finally gave up. allowing you to slump in your boyfriend's arms, letting ot a tired sigh as you kissed his cheek. "thanks, 'toya..."
"i know why he's so desperate, there really is no one like you. makes me happy that i ended my player streak for you..."
an angel sent from heaven. arguably the best person to run into your ex with. yukimiya is calm and composed enough if your ex is temperamental, and he's tall and handsome to scare anyone else away. 10/10 literal perfect man.
yukimiya’s a pretty boy, he’s tall and lean with an angelic smile. he’s a catch, by far the best man you’ve ever dated. he only proves this to be even more true when the two of you run into your ex.
there wasn’t necessarily any bad blood between you two, he had just suddenly broken up with you on the claim that “he fell out of love.” it hurt you like hell, of course, but there was no reason for you to resent him for it. so you two left on good terms, occasionally wishing a happy birthday to the other until the friendship too fizzled out.
then you met yukimiya through a mutual friend and fell hard, but he fell harder. so here you are, happily sipping a blue slushy while yukimiya held your hand and chattered about soccer.
“blue was always our favorite…” a voice rang from behind you, yukimiya stopped drinking his red slushy as he turned with you. there he was, your ex with a sheepish grin.
you quirked a brow, confused. you hadn’t talked to him in nearly a year, ever since you and yuki had started dating.
he smiles sweetly at you, the kind that has you realizing where this is leading. “sorry, i’ve just been nostalgic about us lately…” he said with a chuckle, hand rubbing the back of his neck.
your eyes flit over to your boyfriend, catching the furrow of his brow. yukimiya was a really nice guy, he wasn’t a fan of confrontation. but you are.
so you grin at your ex, waving a hand dismissively. “sorry man, i’m in a very happy relationship…”
the second he tries to protest you swiftly shut him up, sticking out your tongue. at first, your ex was confused, then he realized that your tongue was purple. his eyes flit between your blue slushy and yukimiya’s red one, sighing and walking away.
yukimiya’s face goes bright red as he stares at you, “that’s not why your tongue is purple, you just wanted to try mine!” he protests.
you chuckle, grinning at him, “yeah, but he doesn’t have to know that…” yukimiya just sighs before grinning back at you.
"i don’t like lying, so why don’t you let me do it authentically…"
okkotsuus 23
#bllk#bllk x reader#blue lock#blue lock x reader#alexis ness#alexis ness x reader#ness#ness x reader#tabito karasu#tabito karasu x reader#karasu#karasu x reader#eita otoya#eita otoya x reader#otoya#otoya x reader#yukimiya kenyu#yukimiya kenyu x reader#yukimiya#yukimiya x reader
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the only trio ever
#tabieitaken#blue lock#blue lock fanart#bllk fanart#yukimiya kenyu#blue lock yukimiya#bllk#bllk karasu#tabito karasu#tabito#karasu tabito#yukimiya#otoya eita#eita#blue lock otoya
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day 5: free prompt -> noroi (2005) au 🇩🇪 組 (+ bachi cameo) yippieee @bluelockhalloweek
#blue lock#blue lock halloweek 2024#:m#I DRAW ONCE A YEAR ..#hiori you#isagi yoichi#yukimiya kenyuu#kurona ranze#bachira meguru#genuinely dont know why i put bachira here instead of other bm member lol#hiori#isagi#yukimiya#kurona#i dont particularly like horror movies but noroi sticks. for some reasons_?#i could only find it on youchube...... truly adds to the experience
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Yukimiya
He took a while, mostly because I didn't feel like shading. Someone suggested/requested Yukimiya, but I can't remember from where.
#Dyna colors Manga#Dingo colors Manga#Blue Lock#Yukimiya#Yukimiya Kenyu#Blue Lock Yukimiya#Manga Coloring#I don't know what to say#No thoughts head empty
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DEVOID — YUKIMIYA KENYU
[NSFW] SYNOPSIS : you and yukimiya kenyu are fuck buddies. even the term friends stretches the relationship you two have... or so you think. it seems all this time spent together wasn't so devoid of feelings after all.
note: guys im going to be dead serious with you all right now this is 4k words of complete and utter FILTH this is like horrid. purely smut theres little to no plot... um... motivation to post this was from FINALLY getting the yuki bot to love me guys we all cheered in unison. YUKIBEL CANON!!!
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Yukimiya crashes his lips against yours with so much ferocity you wonder if this is truly the cool headed, kind pretty boy that everyone seems to fawn over. His glasses bump into your nose but you don't pay it any mind, and you can't help yourself. You kiss him back with just as much intensity, fire licking in your stonach and spreading down to the tips of your toes.
The way his tongue slips against yours—he almost feels experienced, with how easily he swallows the whines you let out and how simply he groans against your teeth. You don't like the thought of that, so you don't entertain it. All you want to think about is right here, in front if you—Kenyu Yukimiya, who's currently kissing you like it's his last time to do so.
The way he kisses—so firey hot and overwhelming, you knees buckle when his tough fingers find their home on your waist, blunt nails digging into your clothes and squeezing the fat around your hips.
His knee was placed right between your legs, from where you're pressed up against the cool, slightly dusty wall of the soccer storage room. He jerks his knee upwards with his tongue runs against the smoothness of your teeth, and your breath gets caught in your throat. Fuck.
He's criminally good, you deduced. His hands run along the side of your body—along your school shirt and skirt, hard and rough like he was waiting for his moment. The thought makes your heart race.
Your fingers thread through Yukimiya's brown locks and you tug, hard, when you need air. He groans hard, deep and sultry, against your lips, and pulls his tongue out of your god damn throat to pull your lips apart, ever so slightly. There's barely an inch of a gap between you two, but you still greedily gasp up all the air you can get, panting against his mouth like a damn mutt.
The sight of you-he thanks God that he brought his glasses with him, with such a wonderful sight—all red-faced and panting. Tell me, [name], who's the fool now? He smiles, wide, and he's sure you can feel the pull of his facial muscles with how close you're pressed together, as if leaving a gap between you both would kill you.
At this point, with his shorts straining against his hardening cock, he thinks it would kill him. You're burning hot, like a wildfire that he should not dare touch—but Yukimiya's always had a knack for going against the weak man's route out.
If he were a weaker man, perhaps with less self control, he'd have you crying on his dick already, babbling nonsense and clutching his shoulders like he was the only comfort you could find during these harsh woes. The thought does sound appealing to him—Yukimiya was never a liar—but he finds far more enjoyment in this process, rather than the result.
This process, the one that would lead to you begging for him—a warmth blooms in his chest—was one he was sure he'd enjoy, immensely.
"Yukki..." Your voice is light and airy, like you're already on the clouds—and you haven't even done anything yet. You're pathetic, desperate and needy, and Yukimiya loves every part of it. Feeling like, for once, he was in control-the brash, confident persona had disappeared, and all that was left in its place was a whiny girl who doesn't have the energy to get herself off. "Puh... Please..."
You don't even know what you're begging for—but with this unquenchable thirst bubbling in your throat, you know you want more.
"What?" He smiles-not his strained, clearly—pissed-off smile, but his model-worthy, drop dead gorgeous smile that is so rarely ever shown to you. From the way he's twinkling right now, teeth pearly white, it's so abundantly clear that he's enjoying this.
"T..." You swallow thickly, removing your nails from his scalp and grabbing onto his larger hands, pressing them right under your chest. "Touch me... please..."
Fuck. What a fucking asshole. He's getting hard from you asking this. You can see his soccer shorts straining upwards, and his cock is practically outlined in the material. Those shorts were always a bother to get off, anyway.
Yukimiya doesn't let your mind wander any farther, and slips his deft fingers underneath your white button-up. First, his lined fingertips trace your stomach, flitting over any odd lines and creases. The gentleness of his touch makes your heart leap in your chest.
He trails his fingers up until they come into contact with the lace of your bra. His brows furrowed slightly, a motion you find cute, and he wastes no time in slipping his arms around you and unclasping your bra, so swift and smooth you're sure he's done this before.
"You're a real pro at this," Your stomach twists in anticipation when he sends you a smile. He allows you to shimmy off your bra and quickly unbutton the first few of your shirt. Your cleavage is on full display for him, and his eyes practically sparkle behind his glasses' lens.
"Always so pretty," murmured Yukimiya under his breath, greedy fingers digging into your shirt and tugging your tits out the dip in the front, kneading and squeezing the fat once he got a good hold of them. "Pretty face n' tits," he shines you a pearly white grin once more.
You feel your face grow hot. The room must have gone from ice cold to at least thirty degrees hotter, with how your breath fogs slightly and a bead of sweat drips down the side of your face.
His pointer finger and thumb start to tweak at your nipples—shooting sparks of electricity down your veins, fingers trembling against his wrists. Your nails dig into his skin-perhaps marking him as yours, and Yukimiya can't complain with that.
You let out little gasps and whines that go straight to his dick-he can hardly feel how hard it is, though, when his entire, undivided attention is focused solely on you. How could he not? Your mouth is parted slightly in heavy breaths, and you have some sort of angelic glow to you that's impossible to ignore.
His lips meet yours once more, swallowing your breathy voice and entangling his tongue with you. Yukimiya can't get enough. He isn't sure he ever will.
After feeling your nipples grow hard and pebbly within his touch, he finally pulls away his assault and you can finally breathe again. At the same time, he also leans his head back from the breath-taking kiss, orange eyes flitted downwards at where your skirt creases just above your mid thigh.
Before he can do anything, however, you grasp at the ends of his shirt and tug slightly—the thought that that's all you can manage in this state somehow fuels his ego—with a pout on your reddened, thoroughly kissed lips, "Take... it off... please."
Yukimiya's no stranger to people liking how he looks-he is a model, after all—but the thought of you loving his looks so much your whiny voice is pleading for him to just take it off—it makes his cheeks grow pink. His heart churns in his chest when he shoves the end of his shirt over the head and slips it off with ease, revealing his slim, yet toned body to you and your eyes. It feels oddly romantic.
Yukimiya wastes not a single second, after slipping his glasses back on his nose, in dipping his head back down and kissing you once more, softer now. With feather-light kisses that make you feel like you're on a cloud, it almost does its job in distracting you from the hand that inches beneath your skirt.
It's embarrassing—practically humiliating to say—but you're seriously soaked. Yukimiya realises this when he rubs his pointer finger over your underwear and feels the wetness pooling—he smiles, wide.
All of this is because of him.
It somehow makes him a little more confident knowing you're just as aroused as he is right now. Sure—it was pretty obvious, but confirmation is always nice. He knows this better than anybody.
His fingertips grazes against the fabric covering your clit and the sound you let out is downright sinful—a broken, wanting moan that fills his eardrums-he thinks its about the prettiest sound he's ever heard.
"You're so insatiable," He grins, like a Cheshire cat, and lithe fingers slide your underwear to the side. Slowly, he traces the wetness that drips around your hole and clings to his fingers—dipping in the two middle fingers on his hand slowly, but surely.
Stretching you out was always an activity Yukimiya enjoyed. He dips his two fingers even furthur inside you, relishing in each hitch of your breath as he slowly pulls them out—then back in. It doesn't take too long before your whimpers pick up in both frequency and noise, when he starts scissoring your cunt open and touching every soft, squishy spot that makes your head spin.
You're so lost in the pleasure Yukimiya is gracefully offering you, that you don't even notice when he drops down to his knees—digging into the dusty floorboards of the soccer storage room—and tucks his head safe underneath your skirt, and pulls your panties down so they pool around your ankles.
He nearly drools when he sees the string of slick that connects his fingers to your pussy when he pulls them out. He can't see your face right now, from where his head is covered by the fabric of your school skirt—but he can practically envision the cute, confused expression you must have. He loves those expressions that you make—when you're at the peak of your pleasure and you're about to come, he doesn't think any sight in the world can compare to that.
That's why Yukimiya dips his head further and licks a flat, kitten-lick across the dip of your pussy. He hears you whimper—it makes him grin when he realises you can't even predict what he's going to do next because you can't even see him-he only feels you lightly grab the top of his head with your nails, still separated by the thick fabric of your skirt.
"Such a pretty pussy," He murmured, seeing your hole clench around nothing and making him smile. He absolutely loves it when only his words have such a big effect on you. "I could die down here."
Yukimiya nudges his head up, and presses a light kiss to your clit. He can feel the twitch of your legs when he does so. He does it again. Then again. Then once more. He's enjoying your small, minuscule reactions to his teasing. Until, you jerk his head forward with your hand—his nose is forced to nudge into your clit and his lips are practically buried in you already—and you groan, through heavy breaths.
"Yukki... stop bein' annoying! I'll punch you if you don't do it already, so stop—!!!"
Your words die in your throat when he immediantly starts eating you out like you're his last meal without any form of warning, tongue dipping against your hole and fingers moving upwards to help you get off. The cacophony of whimpers that leave your mouth fuel Yukimiya's want to just make you cum already, and the way you leave such a taste on his tongue is so addicting.
With his head buried underneath your skirt and the breathy moans that escape your bruised lips—it's abundantly easy to tell what's going on in here if anybody happened to walk into the very un-locked soccer storage room, but all it did was give you a sense of excitement.
You had to be quick, otherwise someone might walk in, and see you moaning like a cheap whore while Yukimiya, the popular, perfect pretty boy, has his head underneath your skirt and nose dug into your cunt.
Your stomach tightens like a coil, and your breathing suddenly intensifies. Your legs feel all jittery and your recognise this feeling just as much as Yukimiya does—you grasp onto the back of his head and dig yourself farther into his face, "I—I'm...!!! C... Close... !!!" You can hardly finish your sentence without a breathy yelp interrupting.
Thankfully—it seems Yukimiya knows your body just as well as you do—he speeds up his subtle ministrations and thrusts his fingers inside even deeper, thighs clenching around his head and you're rocking your cunt into his face and his glasses are all foggy so he can hardly see—he moans against your pussy from the overwhelming sensation, free hand gripping the fat of your ass.
You're unfathomably embarrassed that his deep moan was enough to set you off, coil snapping instantly and sending a flurry of pleasure coursing through every part of you. You're tearing up, lips trembling and you're babbling absolute nonsense, but Yukimiya slurps up every bit of the clear liquid that spills out of you. The lewd sounds make you slap your hands over your burning hot face.
You finally realise, after you ride out your high and slumped against the wall—you're not too sure Yukki has air down there, with how hard your thighs are clenching around him. You peer down when he slowly starts trying to stand up, skirt fluttering against the front of your thigh when he removes himself from the haven underneath your skirt.
You snicker weakly, hand slowly reaching up and covering your mouth, "You... okay?"
He looks like he just came himself. His face is burning hot and red, his perfectly styled brown locks have been tousled everywhere—stands falling all over his forehead and cheeks. His glasses are tilted to the side—sliding down his nose bridge and are completely foggy and hot. You wonder how they didn't fall off once you practically started riding his face.
"Great, actually." The charming laugh that escapes his lips doesn't match the wild expression on his face right now.
His pupils are dark and wide and blown with mind-numbing pleasure, sweat drips down his perfectly smooth face and his entire lower mouth to jaw is drenched in what seems to be a mix of your juices and his own drool. A thin line of it still trails out of his pink lips, and with how pathetic he looks right now, you can't help the smile that creeps up.
He looks so, so happy, you can't help but indulge him, just a little. When he sticks his drenched fingers into your mouth, you obediently suck them, tongue swirling around his fingertips and closing your lips around the base of his knuckle.
"You're gorgeous," he presses a light kiss to the top of your head, and removes his fingers from your lips with a pop. "My pretty, pretty girl..."
He's never felt so loving towards you before. It almost freaks you out. He wipes the wetness off of his face with the back of his hand.
You hate how much his nicknames have an effect on you. You can feel yourself clench around nothing—even though you just came-and Yukimiya easily notices the way you rub your thighs together underneath your skirt.
"Already?" He raises a brow, but looks evidently pleased. You don't wish to say a word, so you keep your embarrassment to yourself. "You're perfect."
He strokes the side of your face so lovingly—as if an apology of some sort for the harsh way he grabs your tits once more, kneading so hard it almost hurts in his palm.
"Mmm..." You hum—clearly in content, but wanting more—pushing back at his wrists. "We don't... have much time before they'll start looking..."
Right. For a good second, Yukimiya truly forgot where you two were. In the middle of the soccer club's storage room, after school hours and if you stay any longer you'll be practically asking for his teammates to find you two here.
Yukimiya sighs, like he's disappointed. "Alright. We'll go quick." He says the word with so much disdain. "But you'll have to keep it down."
A confident, knowing tone—god, does it piss you off, but you heed his warning with a roll of your eyes and begrudging nod.
Sucking in a deep breath, Yukki finally reaches down and slips a thumb underneath the waistband of his soccer shorts. He pulls the last piece of fabric he's wearing down, alongside his boxers, and just enough so that finally, there stands his painfully erect, pretty dick.
His cock is so pretty, just like he is. Pre practically drooling and flushed a cute pink at the tip—there's a freckle you love to kiss when you give him head and make him all starry-eyed. Despite how slim Yukki was, he did not lack one bit in this kind of thing.
You waste no time in reaching your hand down and cupping his cock in your palms-he hisses through his teeth and you smile at this. Finally, even if just for a moment, you feel as if you've gained the upper hand.
"Just..." He sucks in a deep, shaky breath. "Lemme..." He removes your hand-though, it seemed with much hesitation—and pushed you even harder against the pale blue wall.
He flips your skirt up and sneaks a hand underneath your thigh—lifting it up and you instinctively wrap it around his waist, like so many times you had before—he leans his hips forward, and his tip makes contact with your clit.
It makes you jump, and him smile. Yukimiya grabs his cock in his hand and guides it down the slit of your pussy—using your slick as makeshift lube and wetting his dick. With each stroke, his head caught on the hood of your clit and made you gasp.
Fuck. You're not too sure you can hold out for much longer without jumping him and sitting on his dick yourself.
Luckily—perhaps some higher being blessed you—Yukimiya finally deems you ready enough, and with one shaky sigh, he slips his tip into your flexing hole, making your stomach twist.
"Y... Yukki..." You pull him closer, so that your chest is pressed up right against his.
"[name]..." He mumbles, lips right next to your ear. His voice sounds like a soothing melody compared to the hotness between your legs that slowly made you unable to think. "Can I keep going... ??"
What a gentleman, anyone who didn't know him as well as you do would think. In reality, he just wants to hear you say it yourself, Yes, Yukki, I want you so bad, just put it in me already.
Well, unluckily for him, you're a strong, independent woman who won't bend to anyone's will except her own—
"Yes, God, I need you, Yukki..." Your voice comes out in a breathy whine while you stare up at him, eyes half lidded and hazy from lustful pleasure. Your words make him smile shiftily, pleased with your response.
As a reward for your obedience to his unspoken request, Yukimiya does exactly as asked and slips his cock in further and further until your hips are pressed right together, and he's bottomed out.
In this way, you and him have never felt closer. You've never felt such love bursting out of your chest when staring so deeply into his amber eyes. They sparkle, and it makes you wish to glimmer in his eyes, too.
Your heart nearly beats out of your chest when he gives a shallow thrust, testing the waters. "Mmm... Yukki..."
The way you say his name—lazy and drawn out, something so unlike you—drives him crazy. It gets him worked up enough that he gives a harder, more put-together push into your cunt.
It elicits another whine from you, so he keeps going. It doesn't take too long before he's set a steady pace and you're pushed back against the wall with each hard movement of his hips.
In and out of you—you think you may as well explode here and now. Your face is flushed so red and your lips are parted in a constant cacophony of moans, "Yukki...!" Is the only word he can coherently make out with your blubber of noises.
You're so quiet now—he thinks you should be like this all the time.
Well, not exactly quiet—but he likes these noises a lot more than the passive-aggressive insults, anyway. You sound so pretty—if he could, he'd record your singing for him and listen to it every chance he gets.
Yukimiya Kenyu is so undoubtedly, unfathomably infatuated with you that it scares him.
So, he chooses not to think about the underlying feelings that he may feel towards you—and instead, let himself get lost within this pleasurable feeling of you—and pretend for a second, you really are his.
He leans his forehead down and presses it against yours, eyes closed with grunts escaping his reddened lips. You're getting louder. The whines pooling out of your lips are like honey—but he can't possibly allow those that are unworthy to bear witness to them.
So, he does the only viable option, and presses his lips against yours—swallowing your moans and they reverberate down his throat. You're barely even kissing him—your lips are parted wide open even as his tongue slips between them. Drool pours down the side of your mouth and it's so messy and gross and Yukki can't get enough.
"Y—Yukki...!!!" He can barely hear you whine from the way his lips muffle yours. His lower stomach starts to tighten and he can feel your thighs tense up around his waist. You're close. He is, too.
It's as if instinct takes over and suddenly, he's groaning so heavily, pulling away from your lips and leaking down to connect his mouth in the crook of your neck.
He sucks bruises into your skin—purple blotches decorating the smooth expanse of your neck, but it only makes you louder. Yukimiya can't even find it within himself to care anymore. He wants to hear your voice blessing his ears—he couldn't care less if one of his teammates heard.
At least then, they'd back the fuck off.
"Yukki...! I'm so.... ugh...!! Yukki..." You repeat his name countless times, each time sounding sweeter as he approaches his soul ripping orgasm. His thrusts grow less precise and more sloppy—he's practically rutting into you while chasing his high.
You don't even get a chance to scream when his hand is abruptly shoved down your skirt and he starts rubbing at your clit. Your lips parted in shock and you're panting like a dog in heat—he rubs ferocious circles on your sensitive nub and it leads to the elastic band inside your stomach snapping upon contact.
Suddenly, the short-lived silence is shattered and you're mewling into his ears, tears streaking down your cheeks so pathetically that he removes himself from your bruised neck to kiss them away.
Salt stains his lips, and his brain when he realises what he's doing.
Fuck.
It hits him, hard. Both his orgasm, and the realisation that dawns upon him.
He's in love with you.
Yukimiya Kenyu is terrifyingly and irrevocably in love with you.
He thinks this as white spurts from the tip of his cock and shoots inside you—his thrusts grow rapid and eccentric as he desperately chases his high.
You feel so good—so warm, so snug, so you-that it makes his head spin with warmness and he can't help the words that utter out of his lips alongside heavy breathing and whorish whines that do not suit such a perfect boy like Yukimiya Kenyu, "I love you—IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouloveyou—"
He can hardly hear himself as he fucks his own cum back into you—dragging you both to the edges of overstimulation-but he can't stop. You sob even harder—you can't tell whether from his words, the confession that came with it, your painfully pulsing pussy or a combination of all three, "I love you! I fucking love you, Kenyu—I love you, I love you!"
The words spill out of your lips so naturally, like you had said it a hundred times before. This seems to calm his erratic mind, and he sucks in a deep and heavy breath of air.
Finally, after his cock softens inside you, he pulls out—a trail of his white cum drips out of your empty hole. It feels gross when you lift up your damp panties and slip them on. You shiver, but to say you hated the feeling of him being inside you would be a lie.
Yukimiya is silent as he bends down and picks up his discarded shirt, tucking himself back in and fixing up his shorts while you readjust your skirt.
After a little while of you twiddling your fingers like an idiot, you finally speak, "So... You wanna... talk about that? I mean... a whole lotta feelings were poured out there..."
The awkward tone you set instantly vanished when a boyish chuckle escapes his lips, and it makes you smile at him fondly. "Guess so."
His post-orgasmic glow made him look even more ethereal than ever before, and the thought that you would be the only one to ever see the perfect pretty model like this makes you feel all warm inside.
"Not very devoid of feelings anymore, is it?" Yukimiya manages to crack his first light-hearted joke towards you, and it positively melts your heart. "You... feel the same... right? You weren't just saying that... because you were feeling everything too much...?"
He sounds so scared. You wrap your arms around him, uncaring you're both sweaty and that the room smells of sex, it's a loving action that he immediantly reciprocates, "Duh. Why else would I say it, stupid? I didn't know... if you really meant it..."
I was scared you didn't.
"Of course I do," He presses a kiss behind your ear. It feels so intimate, even more than how he fucked you. Such a small action, yet it felt so meaningful. "I think... I always have."
You reach up, and clear the fog that's gathered on the lens of his glasses. He smiles at the gesture, and says, "Let's go. Our teammates are probably worried sick."
"Probably heard how good you were making me feel, actually," And there it is—the snarky, dirty comment he was anticipating yet not prepared for—and the evil smile on your thorougly-kissed lips confirms his thoughts. "I mean, gosh, I didn't even know I could be that loud. Just proves how good that dick is."
He stomach squeezes and his face grows red. "Fuck..." He groans, eyes half-lidded and clouded with a familiar emotion. "Why do you have to talk so filthily? Do you want me to take you again?"
The devilish—yet strangely innocent gleam in your squinted eyes say much more than words ever could. His cock twitches in his shorts—and all it takes is some languid rubbing and more vivid descriptions on how he made you feel, and Yukki is fully hard once more.
The sight makes you grin wickedly.
You reach your hand inside his shorts, deciding this time, you're going to take the initiative, while he can sit back and look all pretty.
Feelings can come later, all you can focus on right now is fanning the burning need within you—that can only be satiated by the whimpering man right here in front of you.
© ILIVERAEE 2024
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this is definitely my favorite panel of yuki
It’s just so funny 😭 yuki i love you man
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#bllk#blue lock#yukimiya kenyu#bllk yukimiya#yukimiya#blue lock fanart#I remenber when chap 202 came out#Praying for more yukimiya time in manga#Im totally normal about him#I made it in time for his birthday yaaaaaaaay!
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yukimiya headcanons
i am so deeply in love with him.
super self indulgent!!
warnings: reader wears a dress + necklace, reader has longer hair (i swear it’s a small scenario,, im sorry 😖)
- he’s the type of lover to be so in sync with you
- you’re hungry? he’s asking you what you want to eat (knows all of your usuals at your favorite places)
- you dropped something under the table? he’s covering the corner with his hand to protect your stomach from hitting the table
- you need help for putting on a necklace? before you can even ask he’s already in the middle of putting it on.
- also imagine getting ready to go to an important event with him. he finished getting ready in the bathroom and walks into your shared bedroom to see you struggling to get your dress on.
- literally has to stop in his tracks just to admire you for a second. it takes him a second before walking up and wordlessly moving your hair out of the way to zip up the back.
- turns your body to face the mirror while resting his chin on your shoulder, letting one of his hands fall on your waist while the other moved your hair to the back.
- “you’re gorgeous,” he whispers, planting a kiss on the crook of your neck.
- GODDDDDDDDD i love him so much
- he would post pics of you two so much. but you guys are rarely showing your faces. he would be the guy to post a pic of your pinkies interlocked. that’s what he prefers to post.
- whenever you need to rant he will always be prepared to listen. he also remembers your past rants so you don’t have to re-explain anything.
- he would rub/scratch a part of your body whenever you rant. which part? depends on the day. sometimes it’s your knuckles, maybe it’s your thigh, or simply just your back.
- will push to have something matching with you. he thinks the idea is so so cute. be it matching rings, matching bracelets, or matching necklaces.
- would apologize every time he has to take it off though because he can’t wear it during soccer. that or he reminds you how much he loves you. doesn’t matter if you’ve told him you understand, he still does it every time.
- LOVES going out with you.
- his favorite places to go with you are definitely small cafes you’ve never been to before. SHARES HIS FOOD! PAYS FOR EVERYTHING TOO!!
- he would love to go shopping with you. has amazing fashion taste and will give you honest feedback. he’s super nice when he does this too!!
- i can imagine you guys also going to a zoo together? has to stop by the penguins.
- holds your hand everywhere if you’re okay with that. that’s probably as far as he would go for pda.
- he’s a crier during movies. he’s so discreet with it though? the only way you could find out he’s crying is if you look him straight in the eyes.
- i’ve seen people headcanon certain characters to dance in the kitchen with you but i feel like yukki is the only one who would actually slow dance yk. like some of the others would definitely do fun dances but yukki is definitely one of the only slow dancers.
- ALWAYS gives you a slow and sweet kiss after a dance though. it makes your heart stop every time.
OK THIS IS ALL FOR NOW,, might make a part 2 tbh
thanks for reading!
#bllk x reader#blue lock#bllk#blue lock x reader#bllk imagines#blue lock imagines#bllk fluff#blue lock fluff#blue lock drabbles#bllk drabbles#blue lock headcanons#bllk headcanons#blue lock yukimiya#bllk yukimiya#yukimiya kenyu#kenyu yukimiya x reader#kenyu yukimiya#yukimiya x reader#yukimiya
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Me and the homies on our way to watch the Barbie movie
#Isagi yoichi#Michael kaiser#kunigami#Alexis ness#Kurona#Yukimiya#blue lock#bllk#mangacap#blue lock manga#volume 20
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