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garoujo · 1 year

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✩ ˛˚ . SOON I WILL SINK INTO YOU ; — how multiple blue lock boys kiss you.

FEATURING: nagi seishiro, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, bachira meguru + isagi yoichi

warnings: f!reader, makeout sessions, honestly nothing too bad tho! all characters written 22+ still. note: it’s been a while since i’d written for isagi so i thought i’d include him in this :<

✩ ˛˚ . NAGI SEISHIRO

it’s lazy the way nagi kisses you, unsurprising given the snowy haired strikers usual slacker attitude but it’s different when he comes to you — he always finds himself wanting to chase more despite the way you make him feel like he’s melting.

it was easy to get him drunk on your kisses, slowly blinking up at you when you pull away like a wordless like plea for more as his head knocks drowsily against your own — chasing the press of your lips and the graze of your tongue along his. it was easy to get lost in makeout sessions with him, comfortable in his lap as he breathes deep into your mouth, whimpering when you suck on his tongue and curl your own around it afterwards.

nagi had never kissed someone before he’d met you but now he doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough, not when your hands are curled in his messy hair and his hands are palming and squeezing at your body as he twists into you, panting when his lungs quake with the need to breathe.

“hey, not yet, angel. gimme more kisses, please.” he huffs when you pull away to peck at his lips, making him pout up at you before his chin rests on your chest and he truly looks like a puppy begging for food as his arms wrap around your waist to squeeze. his cheeks are flushed and his normally mused bed head is even worse from your hands but he still leans in immediately when you dip your head to meet him again.

“you’re so greedy, sei.” you giggle before your pressing your lips against nagi’s once more, feeling his large palms graze under the hem of your shirt so he can feel the warm press of your skin against his own as he groans. his movements are slow, languid but there’s a hunger that’s still evident as he pulls you closer — holding you tighter when he feels like you’re about to pull away again as he presses his tongue between your lips, humming at the taste of you that has him feeling drowsy and kiss drunk.

“eh, so. jus’ feels too good, wanna give you more.”

✩ ˛˚ . ITOSHI RIN

you’d never expected rin to let himself get lost in your kisses as much as he actually does, his stoic exterior always made it seem like he was someone who was always in control of himself — self control especially being something that was so easy for him to maintain.

but it isn’t until he has you against him, greeting him after a long day at practice with your arms around his broad shoulders, does he really feel the cracks showing in his facade. your lips feel like silk against his and the press of your chest, tight against his own makes him feel dizzy before he’s letting his gym bag drop at his feet as he guides you back.

“rin?” you gasp as his hands squeeze at your hips but rin only takes the opportunity to push his tongue between your parted lips, groaning with the first press of your tongue along his own as his brows crumble with need. it’s messy and rushed, he’s drooling like he’s losing his sanity aswell as his control with every heavy breath he takes into the kiss, pushing his name between your lips as he swallows every languid moan that follows after.

“don’t pull away, i’m not done with you yet.”

it catches you off guard but it fills you with anticipation when you suddenly feel your back press against the wall in the hallway, the kitchen counter and any other surface he can cage you against — keeping you pressed against his chest and the space behind you despite the way he refuses to break the kiss, not even to breathe.

rin’s barely said a word despite gruff groans and huffs, it’s like fire lived within his kiss and he had a way of melting every part of you before he’s trailing them down your jaw line, deliberately growling along the sensitive spots in your neck until you’re gasping and scratching at the broad expanse of his shoulders that only have him coming back for more.

“shit, i’m the only one who gets to feel you like this. say it.”

✩ ˛˚ . ITOSHI SAE

the way sae kissed you was perfect, slender fingers trailing along your jawline before they’re tilting their way underneath your chin — just enough for your gaze to meet his before it drops to your lips and he leans in. every press and twist into you made you feel like putty, feeling his other arm hook around your hips like he was helping to keep you upright.

there was something intoxicating about him, about the way he hums when you open your mouth for him so easily — giving into the press of his tongue and the way it curls and lavs over your own. he kisses you in a way that has your eyes fluttering, lungs quaking when you press yourself closer and you feel his fingers cup gently around your jawline, stroking at your skin as your hands press against his chest.

it was loving, almost romantic when you’re behaving so well for him but sae always did love how obedient you were — giving into his kisses until you’re panting, pulling away to breathe until you feel his hands curl around the back of your neck instead as he gives you a sharp look and a growled “no.” before he’s pulling you back.

that’s when they get more intense, more all consuming as he pulls your arms around his shoulders — groaning when your fingers are in his hair and you feel his hand squeeze at your skin before he’s licking into your mouth. he liked being able to have you like this, to have you gasping his name— completely his for him to devour as his lips move with yours and he kisses you breathless.

only when you’re almost trembling against him does he offer you an inch, pulling away to let his lidded gaze dart along your features as he takes in the sight of you — swollen lips and starry eyes while his fingers dance across your jawline, collarbones, cheeks before he’s swiping his thumb along your lips with a slow hum.

“do you want more? then tell me, sweetheart.”

✩ ˛˚ . BACHIRA MEGURU

the way bachira kisses you is enthusiastic, rushed in a way that is so uniquely him as you feel him grin into your lips — he meets you like a hurricane as he returns home, arms outstretched before they’re on you and his lips follow suit as he lets himself feel you. “missed you today, baby. mhm!” he sings despite the way his words are slurred and muffled into the kiss, barely audible to anyone who isn’t you — not that there’s anyone else to hear.

even when you pull away momentarily, he’s already seeking out more — barely out of his shoes at the front door as he tries to drag you back into him, pouting and chuckling as he tilts his head and gives you an exaggerated, sad look. “hey, that’s not a good welcome home kiss, gotta gimme another m’kay?” and who were you to deny the striker when he was so charming, so desperate for the press of your lips as he finally kicks off his shoes and takes another step.

but you can’t deny the way bachira consumes you whenever you’re wrapped in him, feeling him moan and whimper shamelessly with every twist and graze of your tongue — from down the hallway until he’s got you sprawled out on the couch beneath him, grabbing at each other in the hopes you never have to pull away.

it’s only when you’re both breathing deep that he pulls back to smirk down at you, his hair is mused from your hands and he decides to busy himself with a few peppered kisses over your features — quick presses of his lips along your cheeks until you’re giggling and pushing him away as they turn ticklish. “aw c’mon, baby! need to know how much you missed me today, mhm. need a little more still, don’cha think?”

but bachira is so convincing you cant help but pull him back for more, fingers twisting in his dual coloured hair as he presses you deeper into the cushions beneath you and you feel him chuckle against your lips, egging you on like he isn’t meeting you eagerly because hes “thought about you all day, gonna show you how much, m’kay?”

✩ ˛˚ . ISAGI YOICHI

kisses with isagi normally started off soft, he was enamoured by you, always — letting you breathe and press yourself against him as a blush stings at his cheeks, trailing down his neck and chest despite the way his lips move against yours gently. it’s like he’s practiced every touch, there’s still some hesitation — maybe a slight tremble when he touches you but it’s so uniquely him that you can’t help but seek out more.

but you know that your boyfriend has always been adaptable, a genius when it comes to it really — it’s like a switch flicks when he feels the first part of your lips, the first trembled breath against him as you push yourself closer and he feels consumed. a sudden urge to devour like he would on the field and suddenly his grip on you feels tighter — making you feel too warm under your clothes when he twists himself into you.

“is this okay?” isagi gasps despite the way he’s already got you breathless and gasping, licking into your mouth with a neediness than seemed so absent a few moments ago it’s like he’s different now — sucking on your tongue as he groans against you, rough presses of his palms as he pulls you closer and every press of his lips feels like they burn you in the best way as you nod needily.

“do you like this?” he gasps again, his tone is lower this time when he takes a breath, teeth grazing lightly along your lower lip and you can only sink your nails into him to keep yourself grounded as he grumbles — sighing when your hands twist in his hair and it only makes him kiss you deeper, breathless until you’re like putty in his hold with a soft mhm.

but you think it’s insane actually when isagi pulls away and he’s just the same as he was at the start, flushed cheeks and heavy breathes as he sends you a shy grin and scratches at the back of his neck awkwardly — like the rough, ragged part of him was swallowed in that kiss until you lean in again and something dark sparks in his gaze once more as his eyes land on your lips.

“then.. do you think you can handle more?”

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rinhaler · 7 months

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i cant stop thinking abt noncon + stepcest Rin who cant control himself anymore after noticing how much his lil step-sister has grown since he was away bc of soccer n shit yk..

(btw your blog is goated)

GOATED WHAT A COMPLIMENT AKGHDSAKLH thank u very much I hope u enjoy this <3

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, stepcest, dub/noncon, slight fingering, vaginal sex, nii-chan/rin-nii used, slight degradation, praise, dacryphilia, calls ur pussy 'she', shush kink?

words: 2k

“You’re always flirting with me.” Rin speaks. It’s the first time he’s said anything to you since he got back from Paris. He’s always been cold with you, short-tempered and even cruel. But you hadn’t expected to hear him say something like that.

You scoff, shuffling your position on the couch to get more comfortable to read your magazine. He always notes how often you change your position when you read; you can never sit still for more than a few minutes. You often read with your bedroom door open, and if he passes by to go to the bathroom, you’re always in a different position by the time he walks back to his room again.

“What was that?” he asks, pulling a disgruntled face at your dismissive response. “You think you don’t? You only wear short skirts when I’m visiting. I see your socials.”

“Oh… so, you’re stalking me then?” you giggle. “Don’t flatter yourself, Rin-nii… I jus’ feel pretty like this.” you defend yourself despite knowing he’s right. He thinks you’re dumb, and the fact that you smile and giggle after every word is a dead giveaway. You’re a flirt, and you’re a liar.

He also hates that you’re absolutely right.

Not a day goes by where he doesn’t check your social media profiles. He likes to see what you’re up to and who you’re seeing. It’s only been a recent development, though, he saw a particularly sultry post on your Instagram and he quite frankly hasn’t been the same since. He hadn’t realised you’d grown so much and come into your own. He can’t get you out of his mind.

You gulp a little as he leans forward, his fingers lingering on your chin and guiding your eyes to meet his own. He doesn’t speak immediately. Instead, he opts to examine your responses. The way your forehead forms a tiny bead of sweat under the pressure of his gaze. The way your tongue quickly swipes over your plump lips when his eyes drift to stare at them. The way your breasts almost spill with each heave of your chest as you try and keep your composure.

“Be grateful, little sister. Good nii-chan’s keep an eye on their little sister’s, you know.” he tells you matter-of-factly.

“T- uh, thank you, Rin-nii…” is all you can muster beneath his intense stare. He smirks, too fucking coolly before withdrawing. You close your magazine and stand up, desperate to hurry to your room to calm your nerves. He watches you walk away as he flicks through the channels on the TV.

“Oh God, miss you on my lips… hm-mm-mm…” you sing along with your record player as you listen to Lana Del Rey, following a muted makeup tutorial on your phone to pass the time. You grunt in annoyance when you realise that maybe you aren’t destined to perfect winged eyeliner today.

After locking your phone, you immediately tap the screen to see the time. You almost gasp as you realise it’s 7PM and five hours have passed since you last checked what time it is. Dinner will be ready soon, you grab a makeup wipe and begin to cleanse your skin. You should probably do your skincare, too, but it can wait until right before bedtime.

You examine your face to see if you’ve missed any makeup. Your eyeliner is stubborn but eventually comes off. And so with that, you get up to toss the wipe into the bin in your room.

“Jesus Chri— Rin! What are you doing?” you ask, spotting your elder brother in the doorway of your room. His eyes follow the stained wipe as you drop it into the bin, but his eyes linger on you once more as you wait for him to answer. “Oh… is there something on my face? Thought I got it all…” you tell him, leaning over your dressing table again to make sure your face is spotless.

“Tell me the truth.” he sighs, entering your room without closing the door. You look at him through your mirror before you turn to face him, an eyebrow quirked in confusion as he continues to close the distance. “You flirt with me.”

“This again?” you laugh. You lean back against your dressing table, fingers curling beneath the tabletop as you cross one ankle over the other. You feel heady as he gets closer and you smell his cologne. It doesn’t suit him, you think, but it’s nice. The scent is generic and sporty but Rin Itoshi himself is nothing close to generic.

Though it doesn’t matter, ultimately, not when it’s flooding your senses and drowning your mind.

“You’ve gotten so big…” he sighs, placing a hand on your hip. He smirks at how you shudder from his touch on your bare skin. Your watery eyes make his heart swell, unable to believe how trusting you are. You don’t stop him when his hand smooths over the curve of your ass and fingers dip under your skirt, though you’re trembling. Thick fingers prod at your panties and a tiny mewl escapes your lips. A condescending chuckle leaves him as you uncross your legs, widening them to give him better access. “Your panties are soaked. I knew you wanted me…”

You grab his wrist, urging him to stop when you remember the bedroom door is still wide open. It doesn’t deter him, though. His heavy fingers still press against the material covering your cute little cunt, his bulge growing tenfold when he pushes by your puffy lips to tease your throbbing clit.

“Don’t act coy, now. I know you want this, you opened your legs for nii-chan to play with you.”

“We can’t.” you whisper, biting your lip in a feeble attempt to stifle yourself. “Not l-like this! Not when they’re home… please nii-chan.” you beg, though it’s fruitless. Your eyes flutter closed as his head sinks, his lips meeting your neck to kiss you delicately.

You barely have the energy to fight when he encourages you to hook your legs around his waist. He carries you to the bed, mumbles of protest leave you but you don’t dare make too much noise and draw attention.

“Has to be now, princess.” he tells you. “Don’t know when we’ll get a better chance.” he continues.

You’re trapped beneath him, making a point of looking away from him as he humps against you pathetically. And you want him, of course you want him, but the risk is too high. He’s lost all sense, instead thinking with his cock rather than his brain. But you’re not too far gone yet. You can put a stop to this.

It needs to stop.

“Why are you being like this?” he wonders as he pulls out his length, jerking it slowly all the while still humping the tip against your clothed, wet panties. “I have to do this… little sister. I have to know how tight you are around me.”

“Another time, please! What if we get caught? P-Please stop, you’re smarter than this!” you beg once again, the request falling on deaf ears. You gulp as you feel his fingers hook under the gusset of your panties, moving the material into the crease of your thigh. Your voice breaks, a whiny moan following as he presses his tip into your sticky cunt. The stretch is heavenly, and you can barely catch your breath. His glimmering green eyes staring down at you as he inches further and further into your welcoming warmth makes you feel humiliated. You don’t want this, but fucking hell, you really do. “Aaah~!” you sob.

His palm flies to your mouth, the pressure almost suffocating as lust blown eyes turn impatient.

“Shut the fuck up,” he whispers, still bullying his cock into you. “Gotta be quiet, don’t want our parents to see what a little slut you are for nii-chan, yeah?” he warns you.

You don’t know what to do with yourself. You aren’t sure where to put your hands. They grip into the duvet below before you begin pulling at his shirt. He doesn’t have the patience to take it off, though, not when you’re sucking him in and squeezing around him like a fucking virgin. Are you? He doesn’t want to know. His head dips as your nails begin to claw up his back, marking your territory unintentionally.

He moves his leg, hooking his ankle around yours to keep your thigh pinned in place and open wide. You feel him hold your other ankle briefly, kissing it softly before he moves his hand under the bend of your knee. Your eyes cross as he pushes your leg until your opened up for him like a blooming flower. The new angle is monstrous, his thick, intimidating length reaching depths you didn’t even know existed.

He groans as he watches tears roll out of your innocent eyes. Those trusting eyes that didn’t think your nii-chan could be capable of something so salacious. He’s sure he won’t last long. Not when your clamping around him like this and looking at him with those pathetically wet eyes. You’re mumbling something beneath his dampening palm, but he isn’t stupid enough to free your airways and risk you crying out needily for your dear nii-chan.

You panic as you feel him withdraw his length, though deep down you know it’s for the best. But your eyes roll over white as you feel him stab it in again.

“Pretty little sister… want you to cream this cock for me…” he announces, repeating the motion again and again as he basks in the way you can barely look at him in your ecstasy. He can’t take his eyes off you, though. He doubts he’s ever seen a more beautiful sight. “I’m gonna cum inside, princess. I belong inside, yeah?”

You shake your head, his words stirring in your mind and bringing your senses back once more. Oh God, he can’t. You’re on the pill, all should be fine if he does cum inside but it’s so damn wrong.

“Did you just say no to your nii-chan? I don’t like that answer.” he replies, his hips picking up the pace again. His body shimmers with a sheen of sweat, and his breathless pants become heavier. “You should be begging me for my cum. I’m sure you didn’t mean it, don’t worry, I’ll give it to you.” he continues. Each thrust of his hips is deep and powerful and you’re sure your inner thighs might be developing bruises.

You whimper, again, knowing you can’t do anything to change his mind.

“Your pussy is so cute… think your clit needs some attention, though. Touch yourself for me, let me watch.” he requests. “Go on… she’s so swollen.”

It’s like being hypnotised. Your dominant hand flies to your cunt and begins to rub your needy clit. And it’s minimal, after barely any touching at all and you’re creaming for your beloved nii-chan. The sight is too much for your brother and the way your walls squeeze him for all he’s worth are an additional lure into his release. His own eyes turn white briefly before he looks down at where you’re joined. Your combined coupling forming a beautiful white ring around the base of his cock with every shallow impale.

“F-Fuck… don’t wanna pull out.” he tells you, finally uncovering your mouth to kiss your lips intimately.

You’re speechless. You aren’t surprised your brother is so experienced or so filthy with his words. Not when he’s travels and fucks girls around the world. But how are you meant to be without him now? When he goes away again… how will you stand it? His cock is made for you, of that, you’re sure. But you doubt he’ll keep it in his pants for your benefit.

Fuck, this was a mistake.

“Dinner’s ready!” your mother calls up the stairs, your nii-chan’s hand instinctively flies to your mouth and he shushes you before chuckling again.

You cry desperately as he withdraws his softening length from your twitching hole. But neediness turns to discomfort as you feel your brothers fingers move the gusset of your panties back into place. It’s so wet and sticky and gross, your face distorts at the unpleasant feeling.

“Come on, don’t want to be late, do we?”

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gooperts-gunk · 4 months

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i saw someone on twitter writing qsmp names in korean and im trying so hard not to be bothered i know they have good intentions but it was just so wrong in parts so instead here's how qsmp names would be written in korean BY THE SOUND not how they're written. note that i am not korean nor on the korean side of qsmptwt but as a casual kpoppie it's a rite of passage to learn hangul and try to learn korean at one point therefore though i am not a trusted source i do know the basics of the phonetics LUL

alphabetical order & categorized!

get ready for me to infodump on mouth sounds

update from the morning after this post: fixed/optimized some!!!

english speaking creators:

badboyhalo: 밷보이헤이로 (baed-bo-i-he-i-ro/lo) i infer it'd be easier to just call him 헤이로 out of every part of him name please let's halo-truth bbh. the 헤이 slurs into the "hey/hei" sound, very little accentuation on the just one part, it works as one!!

dantdm: 단티디엠 or 댄티디엠 (dan-ti-di-em, daen-ti-di-em) i've heard both pronunciations for the name dan, it's a matter of preference here! EDIT: also possibly 댼 instead which is also daen but like, not really? but also they're really similar? and i don't know how to hear the difference but there is one and nevermind don't worry about it man

fit: 피트 (pi-teu) directly would be 핕 but that's just a tricky one it's bound to have a soft ㅡ sound following

foolish: 푸리쓰 or 푸리쌰? (pu-ri/li-sseu, pu-ri/li-ssya) THIS ONE IS TRICKY if it does go 쌰 it's be a soft one, but more likely 쓰 EDIT: IS IT 풀리쎠 (peul-ri-ssyeo) ?!?!?!? IM STILL ON THIS FOOLISH IS SO TOUGH TO PUT INTO HANGUL IM NOT GONNA BE OVER IT

ironmouse: 아이욘마우스 or 아이룐마우스 (a-i-yon-ma-u-seu, a-i-ryon/lyon-ma-u-seu) this one feels tit for tat, same same, just a minor difference in accentuating the r in iron or not! EDIT: could also be 아이런 (a-i-reon) or 아이론 (a-i-ron) !!!

jaiden: 제이든 (je-i-deun) no notes very easy and straightforward one

lenay: 르네이 (reu/leu-ne-i) same with jaiden's!

nihachu / niki: 니하추 or 니아추, 니키 (ni-ha-chu, ni-a-chu, ni-ki) another same same thing with ni-HA or ni-A, just depends on accentuation or not! the 추 may possibly be said as 츄 instead, but im unsure of which

philza: 피르쟈, 피르 (pi-reu/leu-jya, pi-reu/leu) no notes, straightforward! as you will come to notice, f's usually translate to ㅍ's, and z's usually translate to ㅈ's!

quackity: 콰키티 (kua/kwa-ki-ti) no notes! i heard like months back that quackity's korean fandom endearingly calls him 키티 i think?? fun fact i remembered :)

slimecicle / charlie: 스라임씨컬, 챨이 (seu-ra/la-im-ssi-keol/keor, chyal/chyar-i) wow okay so how do you write charlie in korean because i KNOW there's no way it's 챠르리 (chya-reu-ri) my tongue is tripping over the 르리, it has to be 챨이, or 챠리, or 챨리 right??? okay the more i think the more 챨리 (chyal-li) sounds right ok everyone go home i think it's 챨리 LUL

tinakitten / tina: 티나키던, 티나 (ti-na-ki-deon, ti-na) no notes! straightforward!

tubbo: 터뽀 (teo-bbo) no notes! but also i feel like there's other ways to write it that im just not convinced are correct LUL

wilbur soot: 윌버 쑽 (wil/wir-beo ssut) no notes!

spanish speaking creators:

carre: 카레 (ka-re) no notes!

elmariana: 에르마리아나 or 엘마리아나 (e-reu/leu-ma-ri/li-a-na, el-ma-ri-a-na) the reason why i included 에르 alongside 엘 is because it ends up sounding like "ed", the L/R sound in korean is in that same range and when said fast or cut abruptly like 엘, it sounds like a D, if not for context :) so 엘 COULD work! but it'd be hard to recognize it as an L/R sound without some extra space made for the sound. this is also relevant for elquackity!

german: 헤르만 or 헬만 (he-reu/leu-man, her/hel-man) same thing as last note applies here! it'd sound like HED-man more than HER-man but, still, could work!

luzu, arin: 루쥬 or 루주, 아린 (ru/lu-jyu, ru/lu-ju, a-rin/lin) no notes! i see luzu more said with the 쥬 sound instinctively but it's one of those either or i think EDIT: if it were the spain pronunciation i think it'd be 루튜 (lu-tyu) or 루뜌 (lu-ddyu) ??? the thhh sound doesn't exist in korean but this is the closest it gets i think

maximus, maxo: 맠수머스, 맠서 (mak-su-meo-seu, mak-seo) okay at this point my brain is mush and im sure there's a better way to write this but it's a tricky one. the 맠 could also be 막 (mag) but im unsure where in the mouth the difference is between 맠 and 막, because hangul is very mouth oriented, it's allll about tongue placement, and i am SO not on that X_X EDIT: i change my mind it's 막 for maximus but 맠서 is fine i think idk how to explain is just is. also alternate pronunciationfor maximus: 막씨머스 (mag-ssi-meo-seu)

missa sinfonia: 미싸 씬퍼냐 (mi-ssa ssin-peo-nya) yeah that seems about right (my brain is melting everything is hangul) no notes! EDIT: ok but IS it possibly 미사 (mi-sa)??? im doubting myself here

polispol, pol: 폴에쓰폴, 폴 (pol-e-sseu-pol, pol) no notes!

rivers: 리버스 (ri/li-beo-seu) no notes!

roier: 로이예 or 로이옐 (ro/lo-i-ye, ro/lo-i-yer/yel) this is one of those scenarios where an abrupt L/R sound works just fine! don't know how to explain it! but it just works!

rubius: 루비어스 (ru-bi-eo-seu) no notes!

spreen: 스프린 (seu-peu-rin) no notes!

vegetta: 베헷따 (be-het-dda) okay i don't know how to explain but tonalities of how you say vegetta in spanish make me think 베 and that the tta would be equal to the sharpness of 따 stick with me here i've been doing hangul names for so long now i can't see the end of the horizon EDIT: for some reason im changing my mind it might be 페헷따 (pe-het-dda)

willyrex, willy: 위리렉스, 위리 (wi-ri-reg-seu, wi-ri) okay again idk how to explain but the reason why ㄱ and not ㅋ is because it just feels like it instinctively, like that's a deep ㄱ abrubt stop, not a high ㅋ abrupt stop. im losing my marbles

portuguese speaking creators:

bagi: 바지 (ba-ji) no notes!

cellbit: 셀비트 (sel-bi-teu) guys this is getting hard. yes it's somehow sel and not se-leu. yes it's bi-teu and somehow not bit. if it were bit it'd be missing the aftermath TCH sound and i think it sounds good with it. the sel has space to breathe and isn't abrupt. stay with me. we're almost done EDIT: fellow hangul enjoyer anon in ask box said 셀빛 (sel-bich/bit) or 셀비츠 (sel-bi-cheu) if with the accent, i like these, ur getting put on the fridge with the best magnets. 빛 is a fun one because it sounds pretty much the same to 빝 or 빗, all end in the same stop of the tongue going to the roof of the mouth, but 빛 in particular means "light" and i think that's nice :)

felps: 펠릅스 (pel-reub-seu) holy moly i didn't expect this to be a tongue twister but i think i nailed it

mike: 마이크 or 마이키 (ma-i-keu, ma-i-ki) i've heard mike being called mikey so i included it for fun because there's been so much hardship. so so much. we're in this together.

pac: 팩 or 패크 (paeg, pae-keu) paeg and not paek because it's just a more throat based sound to say pac idk man. pae-keu is a hypothetical im losing it man i don't know anything anymore EDIT: okay i change my mind it's definitely 패크 over 팩 im so loopy from hyperfocus overload man EDIT EDIT: i can also see 팍 (pak) being used though that isn't how it sounds for us, i can see someone saying it that way in korean if they were to read it before hearing it and then go from there

french speaking creators:

antoine daniel: 안투완 단옐 (an-tu-wan dan-yel) in french the a's are long so 단 over 댄 is a guaranteed. the yel could be accentuated more but you get the point by now

aypierre: when french accent, 아이피에히, when english accent, 에이피에어 (a-i-pi-e-hi, e-i-pi-e-eo) (thank u anon for contributing 피에어 that makes much more sense)

baghera jones: one way is 바게라 전스 the other is 바길라 전스 (ba-ge-ra jeon-seu, ba-gil/gir-ra jeon-seu) a baGERa or bagEARa dilemma.....

etoiles: 에투왈 (e-tu-wal/war) no notes!

kameto: 카메토 (ka-me-to) no notes!

THERE!!!! IT'S DONE!!!! this was hard but i feel like i got most right. and when im wrong let's just say this was just hangul practice and not serious right guys, just practice round, right??? we don't take me so serious, right??? just stick fight with totem??? if you know korean especially the phonetics better than me which is NOT a high bar at all, you can step over that bar EASY, tell me a better way to write these thank u! smile :)

bonus round coming at you live from the morning after!!! some others that i thought "yeah let's include you"

im gonna be working on this on and off all day i think so don't be scared if someone isn't here chances are brain is doing something else but will add it later :)

cucurucho: 쿠쿠루쵸 (ku-ku-ru/lu-chyo) no notes!

walter bob: 월터 법 (weol/weor-teo beob) could also be 봅 (bob)

chayanne: 챠얀 (chya-yan) or 차얀 (cha-yan) no notes!

tallulah: 타룰라 (ta-lul-la) no notes!

ramon: 라몬 (ra-mon) or if you're pac you say 하몬 (ha-mon) heehee :)

dapper: 답퍼 (dab-peo) or possibly 답뻐 (dab-bbeo) but im not so sure about that one

leo / leonardo / leonarda: if you speak english it's 리오 (li-o) if you speak spanish it's 레오 (le-o), then add on 날도 (nar/nal-do) or 날다 (nar/nal-da) :)

richarlyson / richas: 리찰리손, 리차스 (ri-chal/char-li-son, ri-cha-seu) no notes!

pomme: 펌 (peom) or 폼 (pom) both work here!

trump: 트람프 or 트럼프, to make it trumpet change the 프 to 펫 (pet/ped)

tilin: 티린 (ti-lin/rin) no notes!

juanaflippa: 환나프리파 (hwan/huan-na-peu-li-pa)

bobby: 법비 (beob-bi) or 봅비 (bob-bi) both work here!

empanada: 엠파나다 (em-pa-na-da) no notes!

pepito: 페피토 (pe-pi-to) no notes!

sunny(sideup): 선니사읻엎 (seon-ni-sa-id-eop) this one works nicely because the 읻 bleeds into the 엎 and sounds like it's one full iddeop :) this one is an ending in ㅍ not ㅂ moment but i don't know how to explain why

#goopert talks qsmp #qsmp #i've been here 30 years. some of these were fun to do though i liked EXCEPT THE DIFFICULT ONES but fun NOT YOU MAX & FOOSH THAT WAS TOUGH #okay fine i'll main tag but im SHY. be NICE. please. thank you.#long post

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𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐮 𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮?

Warning : some really cute things, Smut, 18+ Minors DNI. Tenjiku boys being head over heels for you, funny -unfunny jokes, you've been warned. We basically meet tenjiku and toman as Rin's girlfriend first than as Seishu's girlfriend.

Synopsis : this is a new concept I thought of making, I'd be making some short stories, and you'd have to chose between two Tr characters. The plot will follow eight questions, and I'm just so excited for this because I don't think I've ever seen it anywhere, Hope you'll like it !

Please don't forget to tell me your choice in comments, reblogs are appreciated so I could do other characters <3

𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒖 𝑯𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒊 :

1- How did you two met ?

There was only one empty bench press machine left, and damn Kakucho kept talking about the next mission Izana gave them. He only dreamed of one thing, finishing the workout and going home,and when the chance finally came and Kakucho started his own workout, frustration took over him not only because the machine was now occupied.

But by a girl... Like, Rindou had nothing against a girl working out, but bench press, seriously ? She literally is supposed to have boobs, why working for the pecs ?

You were at your second set-up when a shadow towered above you, looking up you were greeted by the sight of purple hues, blond and blue locks.

-" Yes ?" You inquired, still busy lifting the weight.

-" jus' wanted to let you know the squat bar's empty " he shrugged, you frowned.

-" That's great from you, thought I didn't remembered asking. "

-" Huh ?"

His frustration seemed contagious, since it started getting to you. You perfectly knew what he meant by bringing the squat bar, men at the gym could be so misogynistic. In a great effort, you put back the weight and sat up, adjusting your sport bra and peered up at him.

-" Look, there's that guy right there " you gestured toward a man who was also doing bench press. " He's also on the press, why won't you tell him the squats bar's empty ?"

A scoff left his mouth, you frowned.

Cute, he thought, the crease between your brows and eye color brightening under the light was pleasant to watch.

- " Look, princess. " The nickname sounded as venomous as a snake bite, he leaned against the bar you were sitting in, resting on his arm behind you, face only inches away from yours.

Didn't he knew personal space ?

-" I admit you did those set-ups impeccably, and you look really cute in your little outfit" that smile, that damn smile he flashed you only dreamed of wiping up.

-" But you gotta admit there's some exercises you shall leave to men, we don't want you hurting those pretty tits of yours now, would we ?"

Through the blaze igniting your nerves, you chose to crack a smile, one that took him aback. That has nothing to do with courtesy, the way you licked your lower lip and pushed him away was just a war declaration, the most divine one.

-" Sit down. " You cold stone tone took him aback, as you lied back down on a bench.

-" What ?"

-" I said, sit down. "

And there, as you looked at him, your sword-sharp glare cut right through his chest, a warmth spreading as if you really drew blood out of his heart.

-" Sit down and watch me do the men's workout. Watch me doing what you do all while I'm bleeding. "

Something happened for the very first time, in between the sweating bodies around, the loud music and cheers, he'd felt his cheeks heating and he was not even working out yet.

You were the type to go against the wind, and you blew him out.

2- How did you come to see each other again?

After days of chasing the shadow of the " annoying chick " at the gym, he finally got to talk to you again. You were not competing for the same machine again therefore the conversation was less heated than the first time. Starting with a simple teasing smile you could not help but curl everytime you see him, a nod coming from him from afar, to exchanging songs and workout playlists. You remembered the first time he'd talked about that restaurant near the gym, and remembered it was the first time you both thought of seeing each other out of the gym.

3- Your first kiss

Thinking about it with closed eyes, and there you were again in their house's rooftop. The walls inside were throbbing from the loud music of the party, and outside, the wind was playing with the fabric of your skirt and hair, soon you were startled by his familiar voice.

-" Hey Batman, do you know it's rude to run from a party someone invited you at ?"

A small smile curled your lips, the moment you turned toward him you saw him climbing from the same window you took to come there.

-" Hey Robin, I never thought you'd notice my absence honestly".

He could laugh, he could really laugh. A dozen pretty girls on his house and he spent the evening with his eyes glued on you from his DJ setup, he could really laugh.

-" Shit, I'm not your sidekick" he sat next to you on the rooftop. " And I just came here to smoke". Lie.

You only nodded, turning to look at the stars who were particularly close that night. You knew it was rude to leave the party that way, yet how could you help it ? Little by little, all those girls around him were playing with your nerves, triggering your insecurities, and Rindou seemed so unaware of every heart beat he stole from you...

-" I should probably leave, it's getting late."

Silence, it's not like you expected anything from him... Or maybe you should ?

One second away before you getting up, his hand reached for your wrist, pulling you back down, when you opened your mouth to talk, he beat you to it.

-" I always notice. Always when it comes to you. "

And there, your heart was beating like crazy in your ribcage. You turned toward him, and stole all his attention from the sky.

A starry night in front of him, but all he had eyes for was you.

-" You don't have to, we're only friends since months-"

-" Friends don't have me looking at them that way. " He tucked a hair strand behind your ear, your eyes got lost on his so close face for a second, before a light laughter escaped your mouth.

He was fascinated, for a second, how graciously your laugh danced on the night spring's wind.

-" What's so funny ?" He whispered, nose almost bumping against yours, your smile has stole his heart from the stars.

-" You. You talk like you just came straight out of a mushy novel. "

He frowned.

-" Would'ya stop running your mouth of should I fuck the breath outta you ?"

Though you still smiled, his sterner tone made your heart stumble on its own beats.

-" From the first time you knew I had no zipper in my mouth. " You rolled your eyes, only for him to grip your jaw, rather gently despite his fierce glare.

-" Oh love, I'm begging you to give me a reason to taste these lips"

It always was him striking matches and you playing with fire, and you leaned in, whispering against his lips stories of all the soon shared warmth.

-" Tell me when I'm supposed to shake from fear, 'kay Haitani ?"

Enough.

That was chemistry, your lips touching his, and it setting fire to his mind.

Moving your lips against his, sometimes brushing it with your tongue and you could already feel the heat starting to grow in your stomach. It was not even about kissing a new girl, but about how your lips fit in his, about the roughness of his hands and the softness of your cheeks, and about the grunt that escaped his mouth when you pulled away.

-" Now that's a problem " his lips grazed yours with each word, he had no strength to open his eyes to see your frown, too caught in the feeling. " Might want you to talk back more often".

4- Did he fell in love ? Did he confess ? + 5-first time he got jealous :

-" Don't follow me, I said !" Your voice raising under the rain, you were a yelling mess, wet hair and sticky dress, but you couldn't care the least as he chased you through the parking lot.

-" You don't get to tell me what I should fucking do, and don't think about raising your voice again. " His hand wrapped around your arm to turn you toward him, only for you to pull your arm away.

-" What's your fucking problem ?" He asked, frustrated at the rain soaking his clothes, and the scoff you just let out.

-" My problem, seriously ? " You yelled, voice quivering. " You just almost sent my friend to a coma and ask me what my fucking problem is ? "

-" oh " a dry laughter escaped his lips, looking away. " So it's about him, again ?"

-" Yes !" Shouting at his face, aiming a dagger at his heart. " If you've got anger issues, go see a doctor instead of sending my friends to see them ! "

He loathed anyone shouting at him, that was one of the things Rindou could absolutely not take. Clenching his fists, he made a step toward you.

-" You don't get to talk about anger issues when you're making a scene here. "

-" cause yeah obviously I'm the one who made a scene in the party " you scoffed, Rindou raised both his eyebrows, a disgusted look on his face.

-" Whoring yourself to him and you talk about making a scene ?"

It took you two seconds, experiencing the stab in your chest before answering. You just hoped he wouldn't hear the tears in your voice, the rain did a good job masking them.

-" We were dancing, and we're friends. And you don't get to call me a whore again. "

Pulling his head back slightly, Rindou was taken aback by your cold tone, so long since he's heard it, so striking...

-" Oh spare me. If you're dumb enough to think that asshole only wanted to dance don't come at me with that shit. "

Maybe his mistake was letting his heart spill too much from that sharp voice, but the second the frown between your brows disappeared into a confused face, he knew, you knew, there was no coming back.

-" let's admit there was something more than friendship " no, don't admit. The lions roaring in his head were already louder than the rain pouring. " Why would it even be your business ?"

-" I don't give a fuck about your plaything. "

-" Okay then why did you even beat him ?"

Stay away, he wanted to scream as you approached him, finger pointing to his chest. Stay away from him, with the rain all over you, with your wet hair and lashes, with your raw beauty and face. Stay away from him, you and all the things you made him feel.

-" Why ghosting me after we kissed ?" You insisted, hues digging hoes in him.

Stay away, you and your rollercoaster that made him sick and euphoric.

-" It has nothing to do with the kiss. " He clenched his jaw, nerves clearly beating from anger.

-" Why all the girls around ? Why more than usual ?"

-" Shut the fuck up..."

He was losing it, you knew, he knew, the rain knew, and sure the neighbors did.

-" Why pushing me away, Rin' ? Why me-"

-" Because I don't wanna fall in love with you, shit !"

Piercing the air, could a bullet come back after being launched ? Could the words be taken away ? After the worlds finally collided ?

And what a scene, under the rain at night, emptying your lungs at each other, spilling the heart's blood on the not so skillful tongues.

That was just the way you loved each other, intoxicating, complicated, consuming...

But at least a heart break feeling was better than no feeling at all.

-" I don't wanna fall in love with you... " He repeated the words, as if for himself this time, low tone, lost eyes, realizing he was fighting a feeling all along.

Rindou Haitani, you don't fight a feeling with bullets. You don't fight a feeling.

-" Well just don't fall in love with me!"

-" Kinda fucking too late. "

He spat his heart in your face, voice coming down, breath slowing, as well as the rain calming down.

No, a bullet never comes back once launched.

Nor words fall to deaf ears, when the hearts talk.

Nor the worlds separate once the mouths collide.

6- Your first time together :

That night, that damn same night.

Your first kiss on the rooftop was shy, clumsy, but that one, the second was messier, hungrier, angrier.

The rain came back with a vengeance, clapping on the car's window as the only witness of your chef-d'œuvre.

Passionate, so much that the lips wouldn't leave each other even when he'd be pulling your dress up your head.

-" Fuck, how 'm I supposed not to hate you when you're so perfect ?" Rhetorical question, since as soon as he finished drinking in the sight of your breasts, he leaned in to take one in his mouth, while his hands began playing with the other. You started pulling at his hair, shamelessly grinding your hips against his hard on.

And with the pneumonia having an eye for you two, screaming soaked in the night, then undressed inside a car- you even forgot to turn on the heater- never has he felt such a rush of fire and gasoline through his veins.

Clothes were thrown, in a discarded poem around the passenger seat, aching for a taste you both never had, slave of the feeling as your cunt hugged his cock for the first time, better than you'd ever dreamed of hugging him.

-" Love, you're driving me out of my fucking mind..." He whispered in your ear, biting the lobe.

-" Rin', faster, please, faster !"

-" Anything, any damn thing you want. Shit, 'm gonna fucking ruin you, carve my name in this tight pussy, yeah ?"

They say you can't love someone with your fangs ten feet deep in their artery.

or maybe no one ever said that.

But the way that love was biting on both of your fleshes made it hard to find which fangs was it, and which blood was pouring, red, so red with passion and love.

-" Gotta... Oh baby, gotta show you the love my words never could ".

7- what do his friends think about you ?

Damn Rindou and damn his tendency of keeping you in bed as long as he could. Now as a result you had to get ready for your girl's night in their apartment with the poor amount of make-up you had in your school bag, all while listening to their loud conversations downstairs.

Yes, because in addition of keeping you until you were too late to your dinner, he had a meeting and left you alone to dress and make-up.

In conclusion you had to hop in the unique outfit you had on hand, and you weren't sure it was convenient for a classy restaurant. Naturally, you thought about asking your boyfriend, what you didn't thought about was the six pair of eyes landing on you the minute you reached the kitchen.

You immediately froze, their gazes biting each uncovered inch of your body and probably tearing the fabric covering the rest. Your only anchor amidst that ocean of testosterone being your boyfriend, sitting on a chair next to his brother.

-" What... Go back to the room. " His voice changed quickly, noticing his friend's lingering gazes on you. You frowned, he perfectly knew you hated receiving orders.

-" I needed your help for something actually, before I leave " you gave him a suggestive look, one that meant get your fucking ass out of the kitchen for a second, he looked about to answer, and suddenly was cut off by the one at the edge of the table, a white haired man.

-" what's her price ?"

As much as you didn't understood what he meant, Rindou straightening his posture was enough of a sign to tell you it was not a good thing.

-" Boss, that's actually my girl"

Why was he... oh !

You frowned and looked back at the one he called " boss ", what in the three words you had said made him think you were Rindou's slut ?

The latter didn't flinched,eyes still digging holes in you before answering.

-" Cute nickname, that was not my question though. "

Okay, he's a prick. You concluded, seeking your boyfriend's help but that one was ready to break the table with clenched fists, jaw so tight it could dislocate.

-" Boss " a new voice brought everyone's attention to the owner, a scarred man with heterochromatic eyes. " I think what he meant was, that she's his girlfriend..."

Finally someone with some common sense!

-" Shut up, Kaku. You weren't solicited. "

Now you didn't knew anything about their friendship, maybe that was the reason why you got offended instead of said-Kaku when the white haired boss talked to him that way, he in fact would never feel wounded by his king.

But there was just something about, those uncommon eyes meeting the ground that stirred your heart, made you take a step toward that one and put your hand over his shoulder.

-" Hey, don't me rude to him"

Oh how you didn't even knew who you were talking to, or who you had your hand on.

Instead of even taking your order seriously, Izana's lips curled into a smile, how of a reckless butterfly, he wanted to burn those wings.

Rindou's eyes narrowed toward your hand on Kakucho's shoulder, well if you could call him Kakucho. Anyone else would've called him a blushing and stiff mess under your touch.

-" I don't know what's happening, but I'm here for the drama " That was Ran's voice, Rindou didn't even needed to check. Sure would he like to see him struggle, he still didn't swallow the fact that you were the first one he refused to share with him, when he asked for you weeks ago.

-" Why is Kakucho even the one who gets touched " Shion whined from where he was sitting on top of the counter. " He's like, the less attractive of us all".

As some scoffed, Izana sharpened his glare toward the latter yet you were faster to react.

-" Hey ! He's handsome !"

-" I'm, I... I mean" chasing the ghost of dying words, Kakucho struggled to even breathe with your enticing perfume filling his nostril, your soft touch, let alone Rindou's glare on him.

-" she only says that 'cause he stood up for her " a new voice, one you didn't knew was Mochi stated, you frowned even more.

First a slut, then a liar, what next would they accuse you of ?

-" That has nothing to do with that, I think in fact he's the most handsome of y'all, look at his face !"

Whether were you that oblivious or just playing with the poor flustered boy, his heart stumbled on its own beats the minute your brought his head against your chest, hands around his cheeks to emphasize your compliment. Stealing wide-eyed gazes from the guys around and a begining of a hard on from the one crashed against your breasts.

Could he help it though ? One pretty girl he'd never thought would even look his way holding his face so close to her heart and tits ?

-" My Room. Now. " Rindou pushed his chair, standing up and if a glance could burn you'd be nothing but ashes right now.

-" After you, babe. The most handsome here after you, sure. " You corrected, still holding Kakucho's head. And God you were usually smarter than all of them reunited, were you playing with him ? Was it your revenge at him for keeping you that long?

-" I think Kakucho died " Koko stated, gesturing to the stiff man, he snickered to himself.

-" No, he's just discovering he can actually do other things than peeing with his dick " Ran snorted quietly.

-" Gotta film his reaction when he'll know the stroke doesn't bring children". As Kokonoi and Ran were clearly enjoying themselves too much, Shion got closer to you.

-" uhm" you turned toward the boy who just tapped your shoulder. " I lack tenderness too, my mother left me when I was a kid. In a... Burning orphanage, yeah... That's why I'm so hot basically ".

Your eyes widened, hands releasing Kakucho's head and glaring at Shion.

-" If anything I'm gonna burn you after that " Kakucho mumbled, you might have missed the death stare he sent to the one who interrupted the kindest touch he'd ever received in his whole life.

-" So. Your price ?" The white haired one brought your- outraged - attention back to him. " What ? Kakucho can come too, if that's what you want".

-" Shit, why him ?"

-" yeah why him ? I literally have a heart boner for her- ouch !"

The slap echoed loud against Shion's cheek, your hand hurt but it was all worth it. Ran could testify, since him and Koko were laughing 'til tears filled their eyes.

-" go fuck yourself" you spat, disgusted by the grin he made right after.

- " Why don't you join ?"

-" Okay that's enough " Rindou who didn't found it funny at all started pushing you away of their eyes, that was the main reason why he never cared to introduce you to them. You were pretty, and cocky, but the main thing that emphasized their desire was the fact itself that you were his, their dirty hands craved nothing but the forbidden.

-" Or at least come and watch me do it !" Shion shouted from the kitchen when both of you left. Koko, recovering from his laughter answered him.

-" You're pathetic. "

-" At least I'm not bitchless, like you " the latter shrugged, yet the proud smirk on Hajime's face emphasized his curiosity.

-" Not for too long. "

Ran, who knew better than anyone Kokonoi's ways smirked with widened eyes.

-" Oh you didn't... "

-" You'll apologize to your brother, when she'll notice the business card with my penthouse address I slipped in her bag ".

𝑺𝒆𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒖 𝑰𝒏𝒖𝒊 :

1- How did you two met ?

Strange to think, your first love was the one to lead you to the second.

As if, your heart knew all along Rindou wouldn't be there. Only some days after you dropped Rindou's old ruined bike at D&D motors, thinking about surprising him with it once he got out of jail. You'd wait for him, you promised, you'd wait...

As if, his heart knew all long you were something else. Because when you walked in, between the bikes and heavy material like a daydream, sundress gently swaying with each step, the first hello didn't sounded like the last.

-" You really don't know anything about bikes, d'you ?" He crooked an eyebrow at you, then you flashed a smile and apologized for your inexperience when all you should've apologized for was stealing his breath.

That day you met Seishu.

Seishu Inui is the young boy in the road to ruin, waiting for a never coming train.

2-How did you come to see each other again?

The guards wouldn't let you see Rindou anymore, he said it was for your own good, that you deserved better than to wait for someone like him.

You spent the last weeks thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end. But every Friday you watched it begin again.

With every coffee you brought at his shop with you, picking up a piece of the stumbling mess he was and tying them together with a smile.

Through his impenetrable wall, you were the light seeping in and through his stoic face the small smile beginning. You'd watch him working on Rindou's bike, peering up at you from time to time while you rambled about your day or anything else.

Seishu Inui is the young boy in the road to ruin, staring at a light flickering at the end of that road.

3- Your first kiss

Eight months.

It took him thirty two fridays, thirty two coffees, thirty two stolen heart beats and lingering stares to ask you out.

He'd been spending the last eight months telling himself the goosebumps would die, the yearning would maybe get poisoned by the routine but it never did. Until he started missing you, not only on Fridays but with each look at the spot you usually sat on at his shop, missing you with every breath he took.

Idiotically killing time with you until every moment without you murdered his skin.

Both your outfits weren't convenient for the restaurant Kokonoi had recommended him, you laughed a little too loud when he accidentally spilled all the salt, and your arms around him felt like home when you both ran away from that bourgeois place, riding his motorcycle.

-" I'm shivering from cringe... Never again. " You laughed as you both leaned against the bike, staring at the landscape through the hilltop.

-" It wasn't... That bad " he countered, looking at you. You tilted your head and narrowed your eyes.

-" You nearly fought the waiter 'cause he wanted to open the champagne bottle for you".

-" He weighted like ninety pounds, what in hell made him think I couldn't open it myself ?"

You just rolled your eyes and turned stargazing, giving him an opening to stare at you for a while. Odd, that within just months your face had been imprinted behind every flutter of his lashes.

That such a dreamless soul like him found itself yearning for something as shallow as a face, but he swore he could dive chasm deep in every shy touch of yours.

And when you turned and met his eyes in the dark, he could never forget how home felt for the first time.

Maybe you were just playing house in the ruins of him, but then your stare made him feel like the prettiest dust.

-" You... Look good " he breathed, so so out of breath. You scoffed, a night sky lightening his perfect blue hues and he was the one complimenting you.

-" You just were in a place where every fifty years old looked better than me, please, Sei' ".

-" I don't care what you think" he cut you off, hand pulling your wrist until you were standing between his legs, facing him.

-" Cause I think you look fucking good under the moonlight. And I don't think you wanna know all the ways I crave to rip those insecurities outta ya ".

Survivor's guilt.

It made Seishu carry his own living body as a burden his whole life.

But your butterfly-light touch reached his cheek, and those wings lifted the burden out of him.

Your touch was life itself, when all he ever wanted was death. Then why was his heart suddenly so eager to breathe ? To beat?

-" I don't see how you could do this" your hand lingered on his cheek along with a playful smile on your lips.

Unfair, that he found it in your smile, shallow, so shallow...

That thing he's been searching from the bottom to the top, something to hang on, he hung on the life because there was life in your smile. Deep, so deep...

-" I... I can kiss you " he drank in the crimson adorning your cheeks. " And I think, I'm gonna kiss you now ".

Seishu Inui was the young boy in the road to ruin, staring at the light coming closer.

Because you kissed his lips, and he found his train.

The train you rode to his road.

4-Your first time :

-" Shit, is this okay ?"

He was so sweet, always asking for permission even when he was obviously painfully hard. Standing between your legs while you were sitting on his desk, somehow your shirt met the floor and Seishu's hands rested on your pants, asking for access.

-" Yes, I'm ready for you, Sei' " You answered, he grunt, kissing your lips and slowly sliding your pants down until you were in your panties and bra in front of him, and soon the latter joined your shirt on the ground.

-" Swear t'god I've never craved anyone that much " he whispered between two open mouth kisses on your breasts, enjoying your fingers tangling in his hair.

He was so overwhelmed, heat burning his guts. He couldn't bring himself to feel guilty, even with calloused fingers digging in your cotton soft skin, sharp teeth marking your pristine, not when his mouth were between your legs and yours was calling his name better than heaven had ever did.

-" Cum f'me, pretty girl. C'mon, lemme make you feel as good as you do " his soothing voice rocked you through your high, drinking your release as if you were his fountain of youth.

-" Want you " cupping his cheeks, you had that way of holding him like he could shatter anytime.

And Seishu swallowed hard, hands holding your hips. You two have been beating around the bush until the desire left you bruised and sore, but never went that far.

Fingers intertwined, eyes met.

You let him in, though it was your love who knocked at his door.

-" So fuckin' tight, love you're too good to me " he hissed, sliding with every inch he could deeper in you, deeper, he wanted every more he could rip of you, selfishly.

Seishu Inui has been living a life he believed didn't belonged to him, stolen from his sister.

And it hit him hard, once wrapped in your arms, once in a lifetime he felt that that life belonged to him, and that him belonged to you.

-" Sei', fuck, stop containing" you whined, passing your thumbs on his clenched jaw while staring him in the eyes. " Want all of you, I won't fucking break. "

Maybe not you, maybe he was the one who could break.

-" Why... " He threw his head back, sliding slowly out of you though he was dying to go faster, he couldn't, his meer touch could crash you. " Why me, you could have... "

-" Why don't you get you're important to me ?" Lifting his chin to meet his eyes, you tilted your head to the side. " You're worth it. I... I love you ".

Why'd you came like a rainstorm when he was a house of cards ?

Why'd he asked for death but had you stealing his heart and taking his breath away ?

And he'd came back to life with a harsh thrust, one that had you screaming his name until Draken probably heard it from outside the shop. He clung to you, fangs deep in your flesh. You'd bruise, you'd probably bruise from his love, but he was mesmerized by how you took all of him, his rough, his harsh, his violence and turned it into the best moans he had ever heard.

-" I... Fuck, pretty girl, gonna stretch you real good... " He kissed your neck as an apology for a harder thrust of his hips.

-" Sei', I'm close... So, so f'cking close" you whined, his thumbs wiped the few tears that slipped away from your eyes, drunk on the feeling of you, high of the look on your face.

-" keep me there, love. I'm a fucking... Begging mess, keep me in your pussy. Keep me in your heart. "

Safe and sound, because he found home between your walls.

5- what do his friends think about you?

Seishu was a secretive person. A man of few words, but ever since he befriended Draken, his friends were always trying to rip the words out of him.

Though he couldn't be humanly more closed, they found a way to figure out something has changed since few months. He was lesser and lesser hanging out with them in D&D motors after closing, suddenly using his phone more frequently, and it was honestly impossible not to smell the feminine perfume on his shirt.

They insisted, and insisted to know until snapping the last string of patience Inui had, and he had a lot. But with Chifuyu and Takemichi clinging to his butt daily, he ended up agreeing to let them know the truth behind the smile he'd flash sometimes, more frequently, recently.

He planned it all, inviting you at the usual place they ate ice cream at, having all of his friends sitting at one table while waiting for you, they'd only meet you for a meer second before he'd spare you their presence.

And God was he stressed, not that they might not like you, but scared he or they might ruin the best thing that ever happened to him.

-" Okay " Inupi brought everyone's attention to him, standing up while everyone else was sitting. He had his usual jaded expression, but Kokonoi being his childhood friend knew better.

-" When are we gonna meet her ?" Hakkai whined, impatiently looking at his already empty bowl of ice cream. Inupi frowned.

-" Hold on, I've never said you're gonna meet her " they were going to, actually. But he just, still needed some time to realize.

-" Hey don't touch me " Kokonoi brought everyone's attention, moving away from Draken who was sitting next to him on the bench.

-" Heh ? I didn't touched you, what the hell is wrong with him ?" The braided snapped back, and Hajime flashed a disgusted face.

- " you did. You touched my clothes with your dirty arm. "

-" What did you just said about my arm ?" Draken turned to face him.

-" That it was dirty, and back off. You smell like motorcycle oil, did you... Oh fuck, don't tell me you style your hair with motorcycle oil? "

-" I'm gonna cut your fucking tongue and feed it to the dogs" Draken's voice dropped dangerously as Kokonoi stuck out his tongue.

-" Guys, don't think it's time to fight. We'll meet Inui-san's girlfriend soon " Takemichi's voice cut them all, but when Inui was about to answer he has been cut off by Koko.

-" And who are you again ?"

-" You're kidding me ?" Takemichi inquired, ignoring Chifuyu's laughter. " We literally see each other at every battle ?"

-" You see him at every battle. " Draken corrected. " Motherfucker is so blind he even needs glasses to spot big ass Taiju. "

-" shut-" Kokonoi who was about to snap back at Draken been cut off by Nahoya's loud voice.

-" Is this her ???" They all turned toward where he gestured, where a woman in her mid-forties stood up.

-" seriously, who invited you ?" Seishu wearily asked, Mitsuya snickered.

-" He probably meant you have a mommy kink"

-" If someone has a mommy kink out there, it's probably you Taka' ".

-" What ? I'm not... "

-" Nah because I don't care about your mommy kink, I just can't stand his smell. Need to use the bathroom. " Kokonoi stood up, throwing a death glare toward Draken who gave him the middle finger and walked toward the bathroom.

-" Their restroom better be in a good state " Hakkai stated, quickly followed by Mitsuya.

-" Dude's as wealthy as to close the damn shop for sanitary reasons " .

-" No but seriously " you heard the one you knew as Draken saying as you approached your boyfriend from the back. " Did you really had to bring that bitch ?"

-" Excuse me ?"

Your voice stole their attention from Draken, and soon, figuring out the misunderstanding all of their eyes widened, even Inupi's usual jaded face was water under the bridge, since he was clearly having a cold feet.

-" How did you just called me ?" You repeated, passing by Inupi and getting closer to the table. Draken, who has never been impressed by a single guy just stood there, wide eyes and clenched jaw.

-" I... I swear to God, this is not what it looks like " he started.

-" Dude just chose the guiltiest statement of all time " Mitsuya desperately tapped his forehead, you narrowed your eyes at the braided blond.

-" Wait, does that mean she's the girlfriend ?" Takemichi asked, wide-eyes. You turned toward the new voice and smiled, shaking your head and offering him your hand to shake, saying your name.

-" Damn, she's hot !" Did he think he was whispering ? Because the way everyone's eyes landed on Smiley made him figure out how loud he was.

-" Yeah I mean, are you here by consent?"

-" Blink two times if you're held hostage, three times if you're paid, four if you find me handsome" A blond with green eyes leaned over the table, talking to you as you eyed him curiously.

-" Guys-" Seishu hissed through gritted teeth, yet soon cut off by Takashi.

-" That's not very nice of y'all. "

-" Yeah, especially considering how hard it must have been for Inui-San to find someone " Hakkai nodded.

-" Oh shut the fuck up, you're not helping... "

-" Can I take a picture with you ?"

-" Do you have a sister ?"

-" Do you love black cats ?"

Okay, were you predestined to be scared away by all your boyfriend's friends ?

-" No, not your business, and what ?" You inquired, strangely staring at the blond again.

-" Wait, does it mean the moans I've been hearing last time in the shop... " Draken's eyes widened as your cheeks heated. " Goddamn, Inupi. You're one lucky motherfucker".

-" is she a mother ? " the loud guy, again... " Are you a mother ?"

-" Wait so he really has a mommy kink ?" That was Hakkai, confused as hell, still blushing widely when you looked at him because damn,you were the prettiest pair of eyes to ever land on him.

-" I'm Mitsuya, by the way, but you can call me Takashi ".

That one has been the only decent one to shake the hand you stretched, and God when you smiled at him, his cheeks heated so much that he accidentally kissed your hand instead of shaking it.

-" Enough. " Calloused fingers reached for your arm, your boyfriend had never pulled you rougher next to him. " Y'all met her, now it's time to go-"

-" Wait !" Kokonoi's voice yelled from afar, as he was getting closer. " I didn't got to-"

Words died in his throat, meeting your gaze. Both of you stood there, wide eyes and stolen breaths, he remembered you, you remembered him.

-" To meet her... " His voice dropped, as his hand fell on his side, Inupi tilted his head at his childhood friend's reaction, your heart started racing faster.

Don't say it, don't say it... It still hurt as hell to remember Rindou, and the hurricane he brought in your life. Don't say it...

-" She's pretty, right ?" Nahoya smiled to Koko, which gulped down, stared at the latter and nodded.

-" She... Is. Glad to meet you " his dark eyes landed back on you, a conspicuous look sending shivers down your spine. Somehow you found the strength in you to fake a smile.

-" Nice to meet you two ".

He knew you were Rindou's ex, the one who caught his co-worker's eyes, the one who caught his too. But he saw the lightness by which Inupi's touch lingered on your back, the slight curl of his lips seeing the smile you gave to his childhood friend, no, he would not ruin that. Not with something long gone.

-" Guess we're done here now " Seishu, with his arm on your back started guiding you toward a different bench, knocking damn too good his friend's would be talking behind his back.

-" Okay, how the hell did he managed to find himself such a hot stuff ?"

-" I read somewhere that girls love sad eyes " Chifuyu stated.

-" Well, he didn't sounded that sad, fucking her dumb on my desk. " Draken added.

-" Did he called her mommy ?"

-" What ? Fuck, bro I don't know ? What the hell ?"

-" You guys are gross... " That was Kokonoi, tired of life.

-" Okay but now I'm curious. " Souya who As been silent brought everyone's attention to him. " Inupi's a blondie, but are Blondies actually... Blond, down there ?"

-" Oh fuck you... "

6- Does he get jealous ?

Living as the shadow of someone already long gone, Seishu's eyes were accustomed to the darkness of always being the second choice. It was alright, until you put him for the first time under the spotlight, there was only him for you and that, that was the most addictive drug he could ever think of.

Because it's been almost two years and when Ran called you to let you know they were out of jail, you've seen all the world you built away from the Haitani shatter. He just asked how you were doing, and you offered to meet him to give him the bike you planned to gift his brother first, it would be better to give it back to Ran instead.

" whose bike is it ?" The question has been holding the tiniest corner of his mind, dusting and dusting until it was old and gray enough. But the day you showed at the shop to bring it back with you, he watched that poisonous flower bloom again, and somehow the words were too sharp for his tongue to utter.

Alas giving someone the power to fill the bullet holes in your heart, also means giving them, the bullets that goes with.

Because that was not Ran, who showed up. He knew it because, he promised himself, just a glimpse of who you were meeting and he'd go back to the shop.

-" here. " You launched the keys toward him, he caught them in a nick of time. " You'll tell Ran for me, that I thought he was a man of his word, unfortunately he's just a boy who likes to talk. "

As you went to turn around, Rindou's hand reached for you wrist, turning you toward him. Seishu nearly threw his bike away to come, but he saw you already could do without him.

- " Don't fucking touch me" you warned, pulling your wrist away, raising your voice. Rindou sighed and raised both his palms in the air.

-" Okay, okay! Just please listen to me, you don't have to talk, just listen. "

You scoffed, crossing your arms against your chest, and he waited for you to talk but you didn't, it surprised him that you would actually listen to him.

-" Look, I know this doesn’t make up for anything, but… I did it for you. So you’d be safe. Because I… care about you. A lot. "

Another scoff left your mouth, gaining a frown from him.

-" I'm serious, I... I could've never protected you-"

-" Did I ever asked you to protect me ?" You cut off, a sarcastic smile on.

-" You don't have to ask me to, you're my girl-"

-" Was. " You corrected, he gulped down.

-" Was " he admitted. " But what we had was- fuck" running a hand through his hair, he slightly turned to look away because damn your gaze was still as intense as ever.

-" I won't go around pretending what we had- you, were not the best fucking thing to ever happen to me. "

It truly has been, and damned would he ever be if he couldn't see a blessing when it looks him right in the eyes.

-" You have some nerves... Coming here and talking about what we had, when you were the one to ruin it. "

-" Back off !" You added when he made a step toward you. Through his clenched jaw you could see he was holding back, not used to anyone giving him such a cold shoulder.

-" You can hate me all you want, I'd never regret putting you before my own damn happiness. And you have some nerves assuming, for a selfish motherfucker like me, it wasn't torture to push you away. "

That was why you wanted to see Ran, because deep down you knew Rindou Haitani cut too deep in your skin for time to ever heal you from him. That was unfair, that with some words and his lilac hues, that pathetic expression on his face could make you question everything.

-" I don't know what you want from me... " Your voice dropped, Seishu's heart too...

And maybe that heart was glass and you dropped it.

- " I moved on, I... "

-" I could act like the good guy " Rindou approached you, testing the waters. " tell you It doesn't matter if you forgive me or not, that I just wanted you to know the truth. "

A scoff left his lips, his hand reached for your chin to tilt your head up.

-" But we both know I'm not the good guy, and we both know ain't stopping until I gotcha back to my house. "

-" Rin', no " you pushed him away, and though it hurt, he took it, he would wait.

-" You ain't gotta make your mind up right now, I waited for two years. And I'd wait a whole fucking lifetime if that means I'll got my girl back. "

But a whole fucking lifetime won't be enough collecting all the pieces of your heart you split to both the guys...

7- Did he confess ?

All along he thought he got himself tied together with a knot, a frayed knot.

Indeed funny to think all along there was that invisible string tying him to you, main reason why he couldn't ignore the tide pulling him to you through the last days where he tried ignoring you.

That tide, the moon, and him standing in your front porch.

-" Oh, a ghost " you joked, leaning against the door frame.

Funny because he perfectly knew, as much as he has been a shadow along his life, he would never be a ghost to you.

-" I've been " he made a step toward the door, scratching the back of his neck. " Quite busy with the shop and... The bikes "

-" Hm, hm hm yeah... And without lying what does it look like ?"

Seishu froze, but you flashed a playful smile that made him warm up.

-" I've been... Thinking "

Okay, this is serious. You concluded, smile faltering as you invited him inside, but he only ran a hand through his hair and stood there.

-" I... I need to know, do you... "

-" Yes ?" You insisted, tilting your head.

-" Do you still love him ?"

Your heart missed a beat, swallowing hard, you bit your lower lip, something you got from Seishu.

-" How do you... "

-" No because I just... Need to know, if I'm... "

He couldn't believe the words in his mind, so many years building an arsenal, watching it falter with insecurities.

-" Enough ? "

Just the way his voice dropped slightly had your hand flying to your mouth.

No, no no it wasn't what you meant. You wanted to break his guards, not his heart.

-" Baby, you're... Shit, you're more than enough " you approached him, holding his hand in yours, and God did the moon shine brighter when those pretty lips of him curled with a smile looking at your intertwined fingers.

-" I like the way your hands fit in mine " he uttered. It might be wrong, his hands tough, but yours were warm and it told him there you belonged. " And, the smell of your conditioner on my pillows. Recently I can't go a day without the coffee you bring-"

-" I kinda knew that one " you smiled too, but when his eyes met yours, it fell.

-" What I'm tryna say is, I'm a one man wrecking ball. "

A waste, all his life he was perceived as a waste. But he fit so, so well in your hands, and inside you. Could you call a waste when it found where it belonged to ?

-" And, I shouldn't even have lived in the first place-"

-" Seish-"

-" Shut the fuck up. " Your face has been wrapped between his calloused fingers. " But you. You m'pretty girl, hold my face like glass. As if the cursed man I am couldn't break you in one single touch. "

-" I don't get what you mean..."

-" Would you stop interrupting ?" His jaded eyes bored in your soul, and you were suddenly obedient.

-" I wasn't supposed to live. "

With each word, your heart breaks a little but you chose to let him go on.

-" I hate that I have to be alive instead of her... "

You knew he talked about his sister, he'd told you about the tragedy once, you could never forget the look in his eyes as he told you those tales...

And though he has never wanted to hang on

-" And I hate that you make me love to live a life that's not mine. "

Still he was only an outcast who found home.

-" but in you, I found me. "

Holding your face in his hands, Seishu and the young boy in the road to ruin finally parted ways.

-" And in you, I found love. "

Now how to put together a heart tore up in two ?

When love comes in two, who could you chose ?

Oh god I've put my whole heart into this, And honestly I wouldn't know who to chose but DON'T YOU FORGET TELLING ME WHICH ONE YOU CHOSE.

Reblogs are appreciated 🖤

Tell me if you guys like this new concept so I can do other characters, and tell me if you have ideas of who you want me to put together !

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prettyboykatsuki · 1 year

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ari if u don’t write sae i’ll actually go crazy/lh

ordinary business | i. sae

✮ tags ; alcohol, gn!reader, reader has an accent that progressively worsens as the night goes on, setting is in japan, reader is sae's manager, sae is an acts of service kind of guy, they eat ramen tgt

✮ wc ; 1.2k

✮ a /n ; stop. i dont want this man.

"Ramen," You moan, face flush and nearly stumbling over yourself clumsily "Oh my god, I want ramen. And I wan' a popsicle. Fuck it's so cold."

Sae puts an arm out to keep you from stumbling, but you regain your strength before you notice. He sighs, as you confidently march down the sidewalks and turn into the nearest 7/11.

He hasn't seen you like this in the three years he's been under your management. You're a professional, and you always hold your drinks well. Tonight was one of his mandatory public events he needed to keep sponsorship, and you went as his plus one. He's back in Japan only for this, and he'll leave the day after tomorrow.

You were well-behaved for the entire night, but the minute you got in the limousine - your words were slurring asking the driver to take you to the closest bar so you could party.

Sae doesn't usually worry and fuss over people like this, except for Rin on the occasion. It's just that it's you, and he's never really seen you in this state. He's never going to claim being a good guy, but even he has enough of a conscious to do this. To stop you? No. But to make sure you don't get into anything you'd regret.

So, he's following you. He's still in his suit but he has his security nearby just in case and to make sure there's no paparazzi.

It's also a little funny seeing you drunk. There's an apathetic college student at the counter who doesn't even look up when you walk in. You don't seem to care though, rifling through the snack isles with a hazy look on your face and no awareness of your surroundings. Every few minutes you hiccup, remembering he's here.

"Do you want anythin'?" You say, only vaguely aware of what's going on. He stares at you.

"Can't."

"Fooey," You say, and Sae has to keep himself from laughing "Jus' a lil. I won't tell anyone. Scouts honor."

"Why do you want me to have some in the first place?"

"It's fun to share," You say, giving him a heart with both of your hands, ramen tucked under your arm "Don't wanna eat alone. Please."

"I've never seen you this drunk before."

"Don't usually drink a lot," You say, going to back to stare at snacks with a thoughtful look on your face "But. Ugh. Y'know?"

"Ugh?"

You nod emphatically.

"So super ugh. Anyway. Have ramen with me? It can be healthy if we get you an egg, I think."

"I'm not eating the pre-made eggs. But fine,"

"Yaayy. Thank you."

"And I'm paying for it." He says, not turning around to let you protest. You whine a little behind him, a quiet and thoughtful nooo that he has another good laugh at. He'd be amiss to let you pay, especially since he makes much more than you.

That and the fact he's trying to confess his feelings. It doesn't seem very romantic to do otherwise.

It doesn't take any effort to grab up the stuff you've secured in your arms. The cashier rings it out quietly, not paying much attention at all. He only makes an impressed face when Sae pulls out his black card.

When the ramen is finally paid for, he takes his out of the bag and hands it to you. And you scurry over to the hot-water station and microwave, where he follows suit. He looks away for one minute, and hears you yell. You've burned yourself slightly on the electric kettle.

He sighs, stepping in. He flicks your forehead with his thumb and forefinger.

"Oi. Go sit before you do something stupid."

You fumble, protesting for a minute about the fact you can do it but again - it doesn't take much effort to redirect you to your set. You rest your feet on the place for them on your stool, swishing back and forth. Sae reads the instructions, making each ramen and returning. He grabs your ice cream from the bag and places it in the nearby cooler so it doesn't melt.

He watches you stare at your ramen while it cooks, a pair of wooden chopsticks sitting ontop. He just barely stops himself from teasing you about being impatient. You place your elbows on the table in front, drowsy and huffing - glancing over at him until he tells you it's been enough time.

"Should be done. Don't burn your tongue."

"Woo!" You cheer, tearing off the top part off, chopsticks in hand. You look pleased as you eat, not hesitating to shovel as much as you can into your mouth.

Sae eats too, though probably a little less enthused. The ramen is good. It's not easy to find good instant stuff like this abroad and he hasn't had it in a long time.

"Oh, I feel better. Eating... it fixes everything,"

"What exactly were you feeling bad about?" He asks between bites. You open the soda you bought and drink it down, before wiping your mouth.

"Ma wants me to get married soon," You say, with all the annoyance. He stops chewing "Which is sooo stupid. Says she ain't getting any younger so I should start looking. Keeps setting me up on blind dates."

"...You don't want to get married?"

You sigh.

"Mm, no. 's not like that. Just that," You put your chopsticks down, elbows on the table - chin resting on your palms "Want it to happen a more naturally. You're gonna make funna me if I keep talkin"

"I won't this time."

You snort with laughter, before glancing over at him.

"If ya say so," You turn yourself slightly, looking around before giggling "I want it to be love. Stupid right? Least for me."

"Why would that be stupid? Isn't that pretty common?"

"Hn. Yeah, maybe. But I dunno. Who's out there to fall for me naturally, y'know. I don't wanna force it is all. Just want it happen without me havin' ta chase it," You say, thoughtfully, leaning back but not falling "I work hard for everythin'. Just one time, I thought - I wish it'd fall into my lap."

For a minute he sees your usual self. For a minute, Sae is shocked by the feelings he's experiencing. He's always known it. Felt it, lingering in the back of his mind. He knew it intrinsically like some kind of base instinct.

But hearing you talk, the usual smile and level eyes about something so important makes him really feel every extent. For a minute Sae thinks, he probably doesn't just like you.

It'd be nice, yknow. To see the look on your face when it does really just fall into your lap.

"Yeah, you're right. That's pretty stupid."

"Hey, c'mon. You just said—"

"Not wanting to work for it when you're married to your job is fair."

"Are you tryin' to console me? That's not—"

"So," He says, pausing to glance at you "Tell your mom you're seeing someone."

"I don't wanna lie to my Ma."

"It's not a lie." He says, straight-faced and finishing the last of his ramen before turning to you "Go out with me."

#itoshi sae x reader #bluelock x reader #itoshi sae fluff #bluelock fluff #writing tag #man....#man.

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izurou · 1 year

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THE AIR BETWEEN US FT. SUNA RINTAROU

synopsis: your best friend comes to a realization when you go out on a date — leaving him all alone in his brand new home.

contains: female reader. best friend suna. brief mentions and allusions to marriage. reader is a bit oblivious to rin’s feelings. swearing. lotta banter. one small part features jus rinnie (while reader is on her date) 2.8k words.

note: okok i’ve never written smth like this before but i’m so super proud of it and had so much fun ?!? ahhhh :’)

rintarou’s apartment is warm.

a little place about five minutes from the heart of downtown—rather mundane, and lacking a bit of everything. he has a few decorative pillows and other small trinkets, most of which were pawned off on him by his mother as he was moving out.

almost everything else he now owns was bought on a whim, with no regard for how any of it would tie together in a room. luckily, he had no desire for colour, and opted for neutrals when available.

his home is often quiet, lifeless—whether he’s there or he’s not, varying shades of navy blue seep through the blinds and cast dark shadows onto his walls.

he’s adjusting to it—the solitude. getting himself out of bed every morning, no incessant nagging from his father about it being half past noon, no music blaring from his younger sister’s room. it’s just him, the buzzing of his toothbrush, and the little sticker on his bathroom mirror that reads hello gorgeous, courtesy of atsumu.

and yet, out of the handful of times you’ve been there, the space has felt nothing but alive—with artificial orange hues filling the rooms, and the scent of freshly sprayed linen hanging in the air. even with the crisp breeze floating in through the wide open windows, it’s warm.

but sometimes, it’s incredibly loud.

“professional big spoon?” you hear him howling from the kitchen, mock and hilarity woven into each syllable—and immediately, regret starts to bubble in your chest.

you have a date tonight, soon. it’s nothing more than a casual dinner, with a guy you recently met on a dating app. he’s cute, tall, friendly—which is already more than you could say for most of the men on there, so why the hell not?

of course, upon hearing about the whole ordeal your best friend insisted that you come over the day of. you knew he’d want to poke his nose in your business and ask about the man—but the more rintarou talks, the more you begin to think he invited you here just to ridicule your match.

“this has gotta be the world’s douchiest bio,” he scoffs, furrowing his brows as he stares down at the screen. “6’2 my ass.”

he mutters the last part under his breath, opening his near empty fridge in search of something to wash down the sour taste flooding his mouth.

“what does he gain from lying about his height?” you chime, slipping into the room and watching as rintarou tilts his head back, chugging the remainder of yesterday’s gatorade.

he wipes at his mouth with the back of his palm, shifting his gaze over to you. quickly—he allows his eyes to travel from your head down to your feet, and back up once more.

hm.

“more matches,” he shrugs, leaning against the edge of the countertop and averting his attention back to the screen. “a little confidence, maybe.”

“so, you lie on your dating profile too?” you quirk a brow, tossing your jacket over the back of a of dining room chair. you slink a bit closer, preparing to snatch your phone back as soon as the chance presents itself.

“i don’t have to,” he huffs, jerking his hand away mere seconds before yours comes swooping in. “too slow, thanks for coming out though.”

“rin, stop fucking around,” you grumble, tugging on his arm as he holds it above his head. “you’re going to be the best man at our wedding, right? might as well practice not being a giant ass while you still have time.”

tch.

“hey, easy lovebird,” he hisses, feeling your nails dig into the skin on his wrist. his nose scrunches up and his brows furrow—a grumpy, get the hell away from me face you know all too well. placing the base of his palm flat against your forehead, he lightly pushes you away. “i’ll definitely be the best man there, but i’m not giving any speeches.”

“whatever, give me back my phone,” you mutter, glancing at rintarou’s brand new, never been and hopefully never will be used oven. “we’re meeting at eight, i have to go.”

“here, might wanna declaw before you leave,” he hands over the device and frowns, rubbing at the subtle red line forming near his elbow. “fuckin’ gremlin.”

you ignore his comment, reaching for your jacket and slipping the leather onto your arms. you fiddle with it, shifting and repositioning the fabric until it sits on your shoulders just right. it’s a bit oversized, but not too much, and it compliments the black lace trim on your cami. at least, you think it does.

“do i look okay?” you ask, peering up at rintarou who, is now wrist deep in a bag of calbee hot and spicy potato chips.

“mmm, you look like you do every day,” he replies through a mouthful.

“wow, i’m sure there’s thousands lining up to hear that one,” you laugh, and something resembling a smile forms on his lips.

“what can i say?” he agrees, weakly gesturing to himself before bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking the flavouring off. he strolls over to the front door, where you’re already reaching for the knob—trying desperately to flee. “hey, text me later, okay?”

“will do,” you assure.

“and have fun,” he adds, leaning his head against the doorframe as you step out into the hall. “but not too much.”

“yes, mother, bye now.”

he watches you practically skip down the narrow, dimly lit corridor until you disappear around the corner—and again, he’s alone.

⋆

rintarou props his feet up on his little black coffee table, aimlessly flipping his way through netflix—searching for something, anything to distract his saboteur mind.

it’s dark, the sun has long been set, and hues of navy blue bleed past the blinds. the streetlights outside paint the shadow of a tree onto his living room wall, though it resembles something much more frightening—a monster. could it be the same one who used to hide under his bed when he was a kid?

he continues to scroll until he comes across an anime, ouran high school host club. huh, you like that one. not his cup of tea by any means, but it’ll do—it’s just something to fill the silence after all. a shiver greets rintarou’s spine as he presses play, and he instinctively nuzzles into the collar of his sweatshirt. it’s cold.

craning his neck back, he narrows his gaze onto the window—wide open and practically begging for the frigid air to waltz right in. he inhales, shuts his eyes, and exhales. it’s too far.

he blindly throws his hand over the back of the couch, patting around until he feels the familiar fluff of his old rick and morty blanket. usually, it’d be sitting at the foot of his bed, but he just so happened to be in a similar predicament before you arrived late this afternoon.

he spreads the fleece over himself, and it barely covers three quarters of his body, but it’s a hell of lot better than nothing. he tugs his sleeves over his balled up fists and crosses his arms over his chest, allowing his eyes to close once more.

yes, this’ll do. he can feel himself drifting off, becoming less aware of the sounds emanating from the television, less aware of the nagging thoughts feeding off his brain—except, for one.

vows don’t count as speeches, do they?

⋆

rintarou wakes to a low buzzing—vibrations that stem from the pocket of his hoodie and roll up his torso. someone’s calling.

he reaches, but his hand is forced to take a detour to the back of his neck, where a kink is in the midst of settling into the muscle. a few profanities slip out, all directed at himself for not laying down like a normal nap taking human.

“yeah?” he answers, leaning his head against the back of the sofa while pressing the device to his ear. he didn’t bother reading the contact name—he hasn’t heard from his mother at all today, and she’s made a daily habit of checking in on him, asking if he’s eating proper meals and doing his laundry.

at this point his microwave has stolen the title of best friend right out from under your nose, and there’s a basket of clean clothes that’s been in the corner of rintarou’s bedroom for the past three days. still, he always answers yes.

“rin, did i wake you?”

wait—it’s you. what time is it?

“oh, hey. yeah, you did,” he yawns, squinting at the tv, where a few boys in purple uniforms are talking about—fancy tuna? you are so weird. he pulls back for a moment, peering at the numbers sitting at the top of his screen—9:13 pm. “you home already?”

“no, i’m still here.”

shit, he better start practicing his i object.

“well? did they give him a booster seat?” there’s a teasing lilt to his voice, but his expression remains deadpan.

“he didn’t show up, rintarou.”

yes, maybe he doesn’t have to.

“huh? so you’ve just been sitting there?” he asks, using a finger to push the fluff on his blanket from side to side—against the grain, and with.

“yeah, i had hope for a while.”

he wants to say something—but he can’t decide on what. is this the appropriate time to insert a short joke? usually, he wouldn’t give it a second thought, especially when it comes to you. you’ve been there for at least eight of his top ten most unsavoury comments—such as when he felt the need to guess how many husbands your english teacher has had throughout the years while she stood not two feet away—only to settle on none.

yet, the thought of you sitting all alone at a table somewhere—dolled up and waiting for someone who never even planned on coming in the first place—has the wings of every butterfly in his stomach wilting, causing them to nosedive into his bottomless pit of gatorade and potato chips.

so, he finally decides.

“i’ll come pick you up,” he blurts out, shoving rick and morty off to the side before rising to his feet.

“no, you don’t have to do that,” you protest—guilt lingering in your gut and causing you to second guess your decision to call. he’s been so sluggish as of late—sleeping in past his alarms, napping more often. it’s obvious that life has been doing a number on him recently. the last thing he needs is to be dragged out.

“no? why else would you call?” he hums, shuffling over to the pitch black void where his kitchen is. he feels around a bit until the familiar jingle of his car keys fills his ears. “text me the address, i’ll be there soon.”

he hangs up without warning, leaving you with no choice but to sit and wait.

rintarou grimaces as he nears the door, feeling a gust of wind as it sneaks in through his window and engulfs the entire living room in a frigid hell. he’s tired, exhausted even—and he doesn’t feel like driving right now.

but, he’s glad you’re dragging him out.

⋆

“don’t even say it,” is the first warning you give rintarou when you slide into the passenger seat of his car. he’s sitting, slouched forward a little as he rubs his hands together for warmth. you know the words are right there on the tip of his tongue, but you don’t want to hear them.

“oh come on,” he groans, visibly annoyed by your sudden demand.

“i’ve been embarrassed enough tonight, thanks,” you give him a faux smile—the passive aggressive kind you’d give to an irate customer.

“so, shouldn’t you like be used to it by now?” he mimics your tone, slightly raising the pitch of his voice.

“tch, you’d think so,” you mutter, noting the stray flakes, fluffy and white, that begin to encase his vehicle. huh, first of the season.

a comfortable silence settles between the two of you—nothing but the sounds of wet tires on pavement and an overly enthusiastic radio host.

rintarou’s never been one to offer verbal support to his friends, or anyone for that matter—it makes him feel awkward, vulnerable. he’s more or less always let his actions portray his feelings, so—him taking twenty minutes out of his evening to come get you means something, you’re sure of it.

still, you like seeing him squirm a little.

“why do you think he didn’t come?” your voice is like a dagger, cutting through the silence before settling at the base of his throat.

“dunno, maybe he has trouble getting it up,” he responds, dulling the blade completely.

“rintarou,” you sigh, blunt and a little defeated—but he swears he can feel you breaking skin with the second syllable of his name. eyes on the road rintarou.

“i don’t know, does it matter?” he tries, sweeping your attempt to kill him right under the rug. however, the wound is already there—open and weakening his resolve by the second. “it’s not you.”

“and if it is?”

“it’s not,” he’s firm, hoping that his words drill into that pretty little head of yours. “he’s missing out, would’ve been one hell of a wedding.”

“yeah,” you agree, “i was looking forward to that speech of yours. highlight of the night.”

“what about when i start drunk dancing with this guy’s mom?” he says, glancing over to catch the smile blooming on your lips—and it’s as if that dagger never existed at all.

“you? dancing?” you scoff, watching as rintarou’s skin glows a momentary orange with each passing streetlight.

“just because you’ve never seen it, doesn’t mean it can’t exist,” he’s quick to defend himself—clearly taking your disbelief to heart.

you turn, holding back laughter as a very specific mental image pops into your brain. rintarou—drunk off his ass in a suit and tie, holding the hands of your groom’s mother as he awkwardly tries to dance with her—simultaneously pissing off half the guests in attendance.

you wonder how many drinks it would take for him to get to that point, or if it’d even take any at all—you’re almost certain that a pep talk and a measly twenty from atsumu would suffice.

either way, the thought alone almost has you wishing this date would’ve gone a little better.

⋆

now, the route back to your place is quick—but it’s not the one rintarou took. instead, you’re coming up on the small 24 hour convenience store, which is about a two minute walk from his place.

“rin,” you start, “i thought you were taking me home?”

“huh?” he glances over at you, putting on a faux look of innocence. “all i said was that i’d pick you up.”

“asshole,” you mumble, noting the increase in wind—which is giving the illusion of a horizontal snowfall.

“relax,” he snorts, pulling the car up in front of his apartment. “i’ll drive you home later, now get out.”

you watch as he shoves a hand into the pocket of his sweatpants, lifting his hips ever so slightly to fish a pair of keys out—one large and one small.

“head up, i’ll park.”

he waits for a moment, watching as you scurry up the stairs and into the warmth of the lobby before he drives off into the parking lot.

in a matter of twenty minutes, the weather has taken a turn for the worse—and rintarou braces himself for the short walk to the side door. he’s going against the wind, hands shoved into his pockets, hood blown off his head. he can feel the wind creeping beneath his sweater, penetrating his skin. it’s horrible.

then, it’s not. he’s inside, safe from the storm threatening to tear the building from it’s soil. he opts to take the stairs—remembering what his father once said about taking an elevator during a storm.

his nose and ears are pink, bordering red as he swiftly makes his way down the hall. as he nears his suite—a warm amber glow greets him from beneath the door, and his chest tightens. those damn stairs, maybe he should take them more often.

he swings the door open, and there you are—sitting on his couch, drowning in his blanket, table side lamps on, window shut.

“what the fuck, rin!” you gawk, pulling your knees to your chest and shivering. “close your goddamn windows before you leave.

he can feel it too, this numbing temperature—it’s much worse than it was before his nap.

“also, i cannot believe you were watching this without me,” you cut him off before he has the chance to respond—and he’d expect to be embarrassed having been caught, but he’s not.

he’s happy, because you’re patting the spot next to you while wearing what he thinks has to be the most beautiful smile he’s ever seen. maybe he should start practicing his i do.

because even with the season’s most polar air standing between the two of you,

rintarou’s apartment is warm.

#izurou #suna x reader #suna x you #haikyuu x reader #suna fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x you #hq x reader #suna rintarou x reader #suna hcs #i love him so BAD he’s so stupid #my baby < 3

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Hello everything is fine? If requests are still open can I request headcanon (barou, rin and bachira: separate) falling in love with the female reader who also plays football? Thank you in advance.

AH YES OFCCC

all requests are appreciated and this is my first one ever so I thank you a million times<3

BlueLock Boys falling in love with another football player

Rin Itoshi, Barou Shoei, and Bachira Meguru (separate) x football player reader

the title is pretty self explanatory so yeah<3

TW: cursing, sae slander, biting in Rins(not sexually or violently, just in a playing way), alcohol mention in barou's(none is consumed),

all characters are aged up and adults

these are going to be very long bc of the backstory of how y'all meet. so please bear with me. they may be ooc and I apologize. these brackets [ ] are little notes from me, just so y'all know

lowercase intended

Rin Itoshi

Rin got forced to go to a women's football game because Isagi's best friend is on the team (you). Isagi physically dragged rin through security, in the concession stand line, and into their seats. Rin didn't even know who he was rooting for.

"hey dip shit." Rin asked. "what's up man?" he answered, not looking at rin, waiting for you to come out to the field. "who's team are we rooting for exactly?" he said with his monotone voice. "(whatever team you choose). they wear (whatever color) and (whatever color)." Isagi said. Rin only nodded and waited for the game to start.

he got startled when Isagi immediately stood up and started screaming your name when you came out on the field. Rin didn't even bother and only looked up at the jumbotron. you had your resting bitch face that weirdly attracted him to you. not romantically, but you definitely intrigued him. he put his phone down and started paying attention to the game, well he payed attention to you. you were the striker for your team so he was definitely paying attention to you.

Rins eyes were trained on your figure the entire game. he cheered (not as loud as Isagi did) when you scored a goal, he internally celebrated whenever you took back the ball, and he definitely payed attention when you came on the screen.

after the game was over, your team had won so Isagi excitedly dragged Rin to where you and your team was back at the locker room. you gave him access to the locker room since he's your bestie.

"y/n!! congratulations!!!" he let go of Rin and tackled you in a suffocating hug. "omg hi isa." you look over to his friend. "who's this?" you pointed to rin. your eyes widen when you realize something. you pulled Isagi off of you and ran over to rin.

you grab his shoulders and shake him. "oh my god oh my god oh my god. you're rin itoshi! you're literally sae's brother, I know y'all hate each other but holy shit! I'm besties with your brother but I know you're the better brother. and I'm rambling on and on because I'm nervous because I'm literally obsessed with you and your plays on the field. I've studied how you play and I just have to say youre absolutely amazing. this is actually a dream come true. I'm so ha-" you get cut off by Isagi. "oh my god y/n, shut up!" he pulls you away from rin.

"no it's ok, I surprisingly enjoyed that." Rin looks confused. "I'm sorry, when I meet people I look up to, I get super nervous and I can't stop saying what's on my mind. just like I'm doing right now. I'm so so sorry, I've looked up to you since the beginning of my career. and I ju-" "y/n! you're doing it again" Isagi interrupts.

"you... you look up to me?" Rin asks. you nod aggressively. "also sorry for shaking you." you apologize. Rin motions his hands for you to give him your phone. your eyes widen and your mouth drops. you start to mouth words but no sounds come out. you nod before running to get your phone from your bag.

"wow Rin you got yourself a fan." Isagi wraps his arm around rins shoulder. "did you know about this?" he asks. "maybe I did.... maybe I didn't" Isagi looks at rin. "it's also why I wanted to bring you to one of her games. she wasn't kidding about studying your plays. she's stayed up countless nights looking at your strategies and plays. she has pages and pages of her and your plays combined" he says.

Rin feels proud of himself for some reason. you, of all people, are a huge fan of him. he didn't think he was anything special. but when he hears you say those things to him, he felt more confident in himself. he internally smiled to himself.

he sees you run back to him and he pulls out his phone. "holy fuck, wait till I brag to sae about this. I'm sooooo gonna make fun of him for this." you were so nervous you absolutely could not contain your excitement. "uhm brb, imma go run around the field for a few minutes. haha...." you sprint off to the field while Isagi follows after you.

Rin soon follows Isagi after putting your phone in his pocket so it won't get lost. he can faintly hear you yell, "I did it! I win in life!" with your arms up in the air. Rin saw you run up back to him at full speed and he braced for impact. you jumped in his arms while he caught you and held his face in your hands. "you are my inspiration for this career and I'll never be able to thank you enough." you quietly tell him. Rin slightly softens when he hears your words.

you get down and he gives you back your phone. "y/n we have to go but I'll see you later tonight right?" Isagi yells. "yes! I'll make your room." you say back. you see Rin and Isagi leave the locker room and you open your phone to see rins contact

Rin(the obviously better brother✌️)

you smiled and hugged your phone.

time skip

you and Rin have talked a lot since y'all first met. like every day. good morning and good night texts, training texts, 3am texts, and all around everything texts. Isagi teases you both because of it, but neither of y'all care. Rin enjoys your company and you enjoy his, what's so wrong with that?

one thing

he has caught major feelings for you. he even changed your name in his phone to have a heart next to it. and it's the "<3" heart too. he's down bad. he's come to Isagi multiple times asking what you like, don't like, your favorite restaurant, snacks, movies and TV shows, e v e r y t h i n g.

he wanted to make sure he wouldn't upset you by saying the wrong thing or hanging out at a place that you don't like. he constantly pestered Isagi to make sure he wouldn't fuck it up.

Rin wanted to see you again (even though y'all hung out yesterday). surprisingly enough, he's never stayed the night at your house. so you took it into your own hands and texted him.

you: hey rinnie rin rinnnnn

rinnie rinnie :3: yes?

you: I have come to realize that you've never stayed the night at my place. sooooooooooo

rinnie rinnie :3: lemme guess.

rinnie rinnie :3: you want me to stay the night?

you: [LOUDLY CORRECT BUZZER NOISE]

rinnie rinnie :3: I'll be over in 20

you: YAY ILL BE WAITING

you put down your phone and cleaned up a bit, even though Rin said he didn't care if your house is clean or not, he's there for you and not your house.

you called Isagi and told him all the details.

you: "isagiiiiiii I'm so nervous... Rin staying the night tonight."

Isagi: "ok.... and?"

you: "HES NEVER STAYED THE NIGHT BEFORE."

Isagi: "woah there, calm down. I know you're like in love with him in more ways than one, but pookie calm down. just.... be yourself."

you: "wow thanks for that cringe shit. that helps nothing!"

you heard the door bell ring and you get all excited but nervous at the same time.

you: "he's here! I'll tell you what happens when he leaves. bye isaaaa-" you hang up the phone

you throw your phone on the couch and open the door. rin has his backpack on with his stuff. 'hes so cute.' you say to yourself. "am I just gonna stay outside while you stare at me or are you gonna let me in?" he laughs a bit. "oh shit, yeah come in." you move out of the way

he sets his stuff down and plops onto your couch, stomach first. you flop on top of his back. he can easily push you off but chooses not to.

"whatcha wanna watch? or are you hungry? i can door dash?" you spurt out all the options. "I'm ok for now, but thank you. we can watch attack on titan if you want." he suggests. "season 3?" you ask excitingly [this is my favorite season, I watch it all the time :D] "always" he answers. he pushes you off his back and you land in the floor.

before he got to your house, you moved your coffee table and set down a few blankets and pillows. so you sat between his legs on the floor while he's on the couch. you wrap your arms around his legs and pull them closer to you.

"ow! you bitch!" he laughs. you bit his leg. not hard enough to cause damage, but enough to hurt. he pulled his legs up to sit criss cross. you pick yourself up and flop in top of him, going limp. "get off of me, you're not a lap dog." he smiles. "nah it's comfy here." you respond.

he pushes you off yet again and you land on the floor. you place your chin on his legs and look up at him. his gaze at you softens as he stares into your eyes. this bolt of confidence runs through him and he kisses your forehead. he stands up and goes to your kitchen. your mouth wide open as you follow him.

"what was that?!" you ask

"what was what?" he innocently says

"you know damn well what that was."

"oh you mean this?" he turns around and kisses you again but on your lips. his hands on each side of your face and your arms around his neck. "I like this" you say in between kisses. "I'm glad you do." "hey rin?" you pull back. "hm?" "i love you." "i love you too."

Barou Shoei

barou and Raichi coincidentally won tickets to the women's football match this weekend and so they decided to go together cause why not. they get there and wait for the game to start. they introduced all the players and they start the match.

of course your team won cause your teammates are bad bitches. and wow, another coincidence, the tickets included a meet and greet with the team. barou and raichi ask staff members where the meet and greet was because they don't know where the hell to go. they follow the directions and find the others waiting for the team to come out. they stand in the back of the line and wait.

"hey man, uhm I'm actually a huge fan on y/n's so this is actually a big deal for me. so I apologize if I get nervous or freak out..." raichi admits. "nah man youre cool. I don't even know anyone on the team so you can help me. i honestly don't care, I just came to see their strategies." barou stuffs his hands in his pockets and looks around.

your team comes out and sits at the tables for the meeting. the line moves slowly and Raichi gets more jittery and shaky as he gets closer to you. "dude calm down, it's not like youre meeting the president of the United States." barou says. "dude shut up! she's amazing, she's set records, man!" raichi shoots back. barou just rolls his eyes and continues to wait.

they finally get to your table and you flash them a smile. "hi guys, it's nice to meet y'all." you hold out your hand for them to shake. raichi nervously takes your hand and shakes it. barou keeps his hands in his pockets. "aren't you... Barou Shoei?" you point your sharpie at him, "and your Jingo Raichi, correct?" you point your sharpie at Raichi. raichi's eyes widen in shock. "you.... know who we are?!" he yells. "yeah! i remember y'all from BlueLock! y'all were amazing." you compliment. "he's the fangirl here," Barou points to Raichi, "he's been freaking out ever since we got in line. going on and on about how your plays are so cool and your record setting skills." "Barou!!" he slaps his arm. "it's ok, I appreciate it." you look around in case anyone is looking as you lean in. "I'll give both of y'all my number in case y'all have any questions." you wink at them.

you write your number down on an autograph sheet and give each of them one. "dude....." raichi never taking his eyes off of the paper. "hey man, nice job. you got her numberrrrr" Barou teases him. "so did you!" he yells. "come on man, let's go home." barous doesn't want to admit it, but he had a fun time.

time skip

barou gets home and actually debates on whether to texts you. he's got nothing better to do so why not.

you: hey

y/n(that football player): oh hi :)

you: I'm bored

y/n(that football player): I'm actually surprised you texted

you: whys that

y/n(that football player): idk thought you wouldn't text me. I heard you didn't know who I was lol

you: yeah I had no idea until fanboy said something

y/n(that football player): I figured, you didn't seem that intrigued when we met. soooo, since you're bored, whatcha wanna do?

you: ion know that's why I texted you.

y/n(that football player): idea timeeeee. everyday, we have to ask each other one question and the other has to answer.

you: wtv sure

you: favorite food

y/n(that football player): (your favorite food), wby??

you: (whatever you think fits him)

y/n(that football player): oooh cool

y/n(that football player): I have training tomorrow so imma have to go to bed. text you tomorrow, goodnight:p

you: same, goodnight

time skip

the texting went on for months. he's asked you multiple times to help him train and of course you helped him, and Raichi too. sometimes all three of y'all have practice together. raichi has asked you hundreds of questions and you've answered all of them of course.

barou has taken a certain liking to you. he doesn't mind when you text him outta no where or when y'all hang out outside of practice.

y/n❤️: shoeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

you: yes y/n?

y/n❤️: whatcha doinnnnnn

you: absolutely nothing, you?

y/n❤️: good, I'm coming over

you: you have no idea where I live dumbass

y/n❤️: then gimme your address >:(

you: fine (address)

y/n❤️: be there in a fewwww

he started panicking. what if his house isn't clean enough? what if you don't like his house? what if his house smells weird? all the questions running through his head while he's picking up the tiniest of clutter around his home. he doesn't know why he's doing it but he's worried about what you think... of.. him...

he drops everything in his arms. "shit" he realizes. "I like.. no, fuck! I'm in love with her. what? no! yes? but how? I mean, I get excited when she texts, I get sad when she loses her games, I feel comfort when we hang out, but that doesn't mean I lover her." he stands still for a few seconds. "fuck" he sighs. "I do love her..." he picks his stuff back up and continues to clean.

after he's done, he hears a car pull up. his heart pounds in his ears and his hands gets shaky. he hears the car turn off and the door slams shut. with ever step he hears, his heart pounds in his head.

he shoots up and opens the door before you have a chance to knock. your hand was halfway up to knock but he opened the door. "hi Shoei!" he moves out of the way to let you in. you set your keys down on the counter and take off your hoodie. you sit nervously in one of the chairs and wait for him to say something.

"uhm are you hungry?... or thirsty?" he asks. "water please." you respond. his body softens when he hears her voice. he walks to the kitchen and gets her drink. he hears her phone ring and looks at her. "oh it's Raichi. I'm gonna take this." you point to your phone. "you can go upstairs or the other room if you want." he tells her. you (unknowingly) walk to his room and answer the call. he finishes getting your drink and sets it on the counter.

he sits on the couch and waits for you to be done. 'ah shit I forgot to get the charger Nagi let me borrow. I'll set it on the table so I can give it to him tomorrow.' he says to himself. he walks to his room and opens the door.

"yes Raichi I know. I'm just so nervous around him..." you speak while your back is turned to him. "i just... I don't know if he feels the same way. he's so.. handsome and caring and sweet. i love everything about him, jin. i love him. and I'll say it a million times. I'm in love with bar...ou" you turn around to face him, jaw slacked open. "uhh.. I'm sorry. I'll go if you want me to. i understand if you feel uncomfortable around me now and-" "shut the fuck up." he walks over to where you stand and kisses you. you don't know how to react, you're frozen. 'is this happening? am I drunk? no, I can't be, I've had zero alcohol." you think to yourself.

"no stupid this isn't a dream. i love you too, stupid" he says, pulling you in for another kiss.

Bachira Meguru

back in bachira's BlueLock days, you were their supervisor. you know, monitoring their health, how they're doing, how they're performing, all that. you don't know how but you became particularly close with bachira without even noticing. you would make up stuff just to see team z play, or slip out of a meeting to watch him practice. he never showed off in front of you because who cares what others think of him. bachira taught you how to play the game and dribble just like him too. but once BlueLock was over, y'all lost contact.

over the years, he continued football. he constantly watches games, specifically (the team you play for). he went to their home games, he collected their merch, he even bought collectable cards, but there's one card he takes every where in his wallet. and it's your card. he thought she was so cool with her tricks, plays and strats [he forgot who you were].

bachira, of course, bought tickets for your next home game. so when the time came, he packed what he needed and set off to the stadium.

bachira always buys the expensive tickets too. he got that money money. so when he hears that y'all were having a meet and greet after the game, he just had to buy them.

bachira sat in his seat and waited for the game.

lil time skip to the middle of the game

he was watching you ever so closely and he remembers this thought every time he watches your games.

'her dribbling looks so familiar.'

time skip

the game was over and he was so excited since y'all won. he quickly ran out of his seat and head to where the meet was.

bachira groaned when he saw the big ass line, but it was all worth it to me you. he steps excitedly when he takes a few steps closer in the line, not being able to contain his excitement. you're his inspiration for continuing his football career.

finally, it was bachira's turn. you flash him your warmest smile, "hi, I'm y/n." you held out your hand. he immediately shook your hand.

your eyes widen as you immediately stood up and put your hands in the table, making your teammates stare at you and Bachira startled. you leaned in closer to his face, inches from his. bachira got flustered by this and his cheeks turning a bright pink. you're eyes widen even more in realization.

"oh my god!! bachira!!" you yell, hopping over the table and smother him in a hug. he immediately returns it but he's confused as to why and how you know his name. "it's me! y/n, from BlueLock! i was y'all's supervisor. megs, you inspired me to take in football and go into a professional career." you hold his face.

it takes him a lil bit to place you in the correct spot in his memory but he figures it out. "holy shit! y/n hi!" he hugs you. you wrap your arms around him, tightening every second.

you sit back down and sign whatever he wants you to sign. you secretly slide him your number, not wanting the other fans to see and you go back to signing autographs and taking pictures.

time skip

[I apologize for all the time skips :(]

he almost immediately texts you once he got home.

you: HI Y/N

the best football player💪: HELLO BACHIRA

you: DID YOU GET HOME SAFE?

the best football player💪: YES I DID THANK YOU

those kinds of texts went on for a good while. you both enjoyed them and always though about each other. you offered for him to come practice at your teams field when no one was there so he can practice with you and he can teach you more stuff he's learned since BlueLock.

these practices went on for a long while. sometimes until 2:00 am or later. but neither one of you cared, y'all were having fun and thats all that mattered to you.

bachira always loved these practices. it's a chance to get closer to you. his stomach would always erupt in butterflies when you invited him to practice and he never knew why. he always got that lovesick puppy look in his eyes when you show him a trick you learned. and again, he never knew why he would feel like that, but it was only with you

a few months have pasted since you've reunited with bachira and you've loved it. it was around 1:40 am and you invited bachira to yet another field practice, just y'all two. he was dribbling up the field while you were trying to steal the ball back. he ran upfield and you got closer. he tried to fake you out but you accidentally tripped him. he landed in his back and you fell but caught yourself with your arms. palms all grassy, knees hurting from the fall, bachira's ass hurt when he fell, but none of that mattered to y'all because you were staring into each other's eyes. not wanting to look away, you picked yourself up.

"I think we're good for today. I'll get our stuff..." you turned away. bachira just laid there staring. he didn't want you to get up, or leave. he heard your footsteps and that knocked him out of his trance.

you were about to walk off the field when you heard quick and fast footsteps. "y/n!" he yelled running up from behind you. "bachi-!" his lips crashed onto yours. you dropped all your stuff just to wrap your arms around his neck.

"I didn't know you felt the same way megs." you smiled against his lips. "I'm glad I showed you then."

"I love you, y/n"

"I love you too, megs"

#x reader #blue lock #bluelock x reader #bluelock x you #bachira meguru #bachira x reader #rin itoshi #rin itoshi x reader #shoei barou x reader #shoei barou #barou shouei #barou x reader

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fisshindasea · 5 months

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—dads of the year—

"your dad hasn't been around the house for a while and neither were you really able to talk to him much. you were already used to the distance, and so in the midst of a quiet house, you snuck off at night to meet someone without a clue to the little surprise you'll have when you get home."

—gn!reader x Dad!Barou Shoei and Dad!Itoshi Rin

—this is for the last request I got xsjsiwjd im sorry its so late :<

—high chance that theyre ooc, and also this is as best as I can do in terms of making it funny 🤧

barou shoei:

— i dont think barou breathed at all when he heard your little sister yell from the balcony thinking something bad happened, and then seeing you outside kissing a guy on a motorcycle like??

— imagine coming home, wanting to rest and see your kids again then find one of them missing having snuck out and then when they do come home they have a boy with them and kissing them???

— instead of barging out the door like how you'd imagine, he just waits for you to get inside, with his arms crossed, literally standing right in front of the door and glaring at the guy behind you before he drove away.

— and youre obviously a little scared because one, you snuck out and got home at what, almost midnight? two, your dad is home and from his facial expressions definitely saw you kissing someone. and three your dad is unreadable. absolutely cannot even tell what he's thinking about.

— "who was that?" barou asks, he hasn't even let you step foot into the house and still has you in front of the door after you've already taken your shoes off.

— "uhm.." you're nervous, you know your dad has never really raised his voice at you, nor has he had a tendency to be mean. but in this situation, all odds are against you and honestly you're ready for the moment your dad just decides to ground you for life.

— "I don't mind you having a boyfriend, but the least you can do is stay home at a time like this." he deadpans, just absolutely diminishes whatever torturous punishment you had in mind (the punishment was just getting grounded if worse comes to worst)

— "Yeah! and you didnt even get us anything!!" yells your siblings who copied your dad's own stance, just less intimidating.

— you grin and pull out a large paper bag inside of your bag and immediately they grab it and run off to the kitchen excitedly.

— "i hope you know i'm not mad." barou, true to your experience, didn't raise his voice. in fact, it's the softest you've ever heard it coming from your father who's looks say otherwise.

— "sorry i didn't tell you. you've just been.. kind of hard to talk to these days." he knows you meant the way he left the country more often than before. he sighs and pats your back, leading you to where your siblings are with a hand on your back.

— "hey, i'm happy as long as this guy makes your life even better." he smiles at you "and im sorry too, i'll try to be more in touch and in reach for you guys."

— "but im not kidding. this guy does something to you, im taking him out of the country and im not letting him get back."

itoshi rin:

— i dont think rin would leave his children while he's in another country but for the sake of the story he did, and because he did leave you, the oldest, with your siblings he'd have put a lot of trust in you to be responsible and mature and yk big sibling-like.

— when he gets home and you're gone, he's not exactly furious, but he is a bit disappointed but at the same time he kind of understood that to some degree you're still a teenager going through your slightly rebellious stage so he kind of calms down because he trusts that even if you snuck out you still have your head on you to lock every door and window.

— anyways

— he's happy when he hears you outside the house because that meant you were safe and sound

— but what's that? another voice is talking to you. a man??? and a motorcycle is outside the house???

— he doesn't let it show but the aura he lets out around your siblings is their signal to kind of just... shut up

— bc i imagine rin being very soft and quiet as a dad to all of you, but the moment he's not happy about something it tends to be obvious with his aura

— so the moment you open the door, rin is just standing there as well but his face is like .. blank?? and he's just staring behind you too at the guy that took you home.

— obviously you're surprised bc you didnt know your dad came home early, and you don't know if he noticed you and the boy kiss.

— and then his head snaps to you and he's like "next time introduce me to him" in a really calm voice??

— he has a lot of trust for you, but he still expects you to tell him things.

— you're like "you're not mad that I didn't tell you?"

— "is there a reason I have to be?" he glares at you and you shake your head no quickly.

— "then im not mad, but I expect you to tell me these things whether im out of the country or not, and ill do the same too. now go to the living room, i have gifts." he gives a small smile and you feel relief wash over you as your siblings get to the pile of gifts first.

#i write like a fissh #blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock x gender neutral reader #bllk x reader #bllk #x reader

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jvnluvr · 1 year

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torn lies ; itoshi sae ♡

author’s note: i came up with a something on a whim today after my lovely follower @uvbnr21-killer requested so i'm sorry it took a bit. nobody saw the first post, i forgot to add tags so i deleted it and now am rewriting it. kaiser angst would hurt my soul, but sae fits this perfectly. i'm so nervous & scared because i never write angst so i hope this is okay.

itoshi sae couldn't, wouldn't and will never understand you. maybe that's why he keeps coming back into your life.

itoshi sae x f!reader

notes: foul language, implied toxic relationship, reader has anxiety and hand tremors, sae acts like he's innocent when he's not, ft. isagi and rin

"i understand. now say it with me, we're gonna be okay.”

that was the last lie itoshi sae could say to you.

how long had it been? with how busy your life had become, itoshi sae was just a distant thought in the back of your mind. a man you wished you had never met, never wanted, or never had been with. how could a man, even like him, be so heartless? you knew him, you knew that wasn't him, but that doesn't mean he was going to change.

as much as you could have dwelled upon it, cried about it, have gotten angry about it, and all these other complex emotions humans could feel, there was simply no point. itoshi sae has been long gone, and life had made other plans. you became a professional athlete, just like itoshi-. wait, you just said you would stop thinking about him.

see, that was the entire problem. taking the same career path of the man who was once yours just made you think about him more. your mind was tainted with the thought of sae. you couldn't keep living like this, life was already miserable as is. you couldn't go out in public without having to hide away like you were an embarrassment. nobody knew, but they knew. they knew from the way you would rarely come out in public anymore, the way cameras caught your hands tremoring trying to talk to interviewers.

…

"can't you just leave me the fuck alone?”

"i’m your girlfriend for fuck's sake! you can talk to me for 5 minutes a day if you're really that busy."

"yeah? 'know what, you aren't worth those 5 extra fucking minutes.

…

what came after that was more yelling, then it came to tears, and finally, you left what you had once called home, what you had once called your forever. you slammed an awakening in itoshi sae's face before you left, for good.

"[name]! tell us how you feel about the upcoming match." an interviewer asked, shoving the mic close to your lips. "i think it'll be good." you let out a very monotoned voice, signaling that your anxiety was starting to get worse again. "ah, please share some more thoughts with-"

"oh look! it's itoshi sae!! why is he here?" your eyes widened as you followed the voice, and it came from all across the area. " think she'll leave with us, thanks for your time." a smooth, yet deep voice replied near your ear before you were dragged away. you already knew who it was, so you looked back once last time, seeing the interviewer run off in the voice's direction.

"everyone is obsessed with him, it makes me sick." you sighed out, your breathing starting to get shallower. “thanks for dragging me out of there.” the man let you go, letting you sink to the ground and hug your knees. "stupid media people, forget them. how are you feeling?” isagi yoichi asked, crouching down to meet your pained eyes.

"'Il be fine, jus' hope this fuckin' tremors stop before i have to go on." your hands were burning. not because of the tremors, nor was it because of isagi. because every single thing you did reminded you of itoshi sae. you were more than just frustrated because of this, so you couldn't help but try and rip your hair out as your eyes watered.

"fuckin' asshole, how could he say that even 5 minutes for me was a waste of his time," you mumbled, not wanting to lose your composure in such a public place. "sae-san will never change, [name]. you deserve a lot better anyway. c'mon, the other guys are waiting for you." he held your hands as he helped you get up, but it was all mindless movement in your eyes. walking into the stadium, across the bleachers, everything felt blank.

itoshi sae is the worst.

how could he do such a thing?

was that really the sae you fell in love with?

no, he'll come back, right?

he didn't mean it.

whatever, fuck him anways.

an inner monologue with yourself that always bought you to shreds. what point was there in constantly being in a stage of denial when the evidence was right in your hollow eyes? you so desperately wished for your feelings to change, for your heart to not crave, desire, to want to love itoshi sae. but he always walked away. away from his friends, his family, from you.

"[name?] is it sae again?' itoshi rin snapped you out of your trance again. you blinked widely a couple times, before your tired eyes met rin's. '''t wouldn't usually be this bad, stupid fuckin' guy decided to waltz into here today." you grumbled to him, in which he sighed.

"sorry, [name.] even i don't know why he keeps coming back. it's best if you just ignore him though. sae doesn't actually care, we've seen."

yeah, itoshi sae doesn't care about you.

…

then why his is gaze so warm?

you're on the field, staring into the crowds of people when you see him. you could only manage a second of eye contact, but immediately you felt like your heart was being ripped out of your chest.

…

"don't do that."

"do what, [name]?"

"don't look at me like you still care.”

…

"good game out there today, [name]."

"you don't mean it. why are you back?" you could feel the tremors coming back, despite your best efforts to control them.

"tch, i'm not allowed to tell someone 'good job?"'

"should you fuckin' be allowed to break someone's heart? no! but ya did it anyway. now get out of my sight, stupid egoist." it's vicious, but it's also been long overdue.

[name], it's been so long, why are you still hung up-"

"you're an asshole who ruined my life, all because you're a narcissist, self-centered and close-minded. you want me to spell out more?"

for once, your voice stood against him.

his eyes widened, an unmistakable look in his eyes saying that he didn't expect that, not out of you.

and for the first time, you walked away from itoshi sae.

#itoshi sae #blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x you #blue lock imagines #blue lock itoshi sae #bllk x reader #itoshi sae x reader #itoshi sae x y/n #itoshi sae x you #blue lock angst

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roadtophantom · 1 year

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Phantom Kim Ju-taek, Christine Song Eun-hye, Meg Cho Ha-rin, and Star Princess Cho Seung-woo

#kim ju taek #song eun hye #cho ha rin #cho seung woo #Phantom of the Opera #Phantom of the Opera Korea #why is csw like this 😆😆😆😆

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tetsutits · 1 year

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re:

not sure if you’re still taking them. but lately virgin!rindou has been heavy on my mind 😔

he would get so flustered the first time he sees you naked. >_< and gets all worked up as you teach him everything

cw: slightly sub virgin rindou, fem reader (takes the lead but not domming (?), ‘teach me’ trope, unedited oops

note: aaaaa ok i was so happy when this popped back into my drafts so i’m finally posting it lmaoo thanks for sending this in!!!! writing virgin rin was so fun 🥴

“relax, rindou,” your voice, dripping with honeyed lust makes shivers go down his spine; he shakily swallows the building lump in his throat. “just do as i say.”

with your bodies pressed up so close against each other, the heat radiating off your soft skin makes all the thoughts melt straight out of his brain. the way your fingertips dance around his neck and bare chest only flues this foreign; bubbling desire inside of him.

“i don’t, dunno where to-“

“right here.” you take hold of his sweaty hands, placing them right over your naked hips and dangerously close to your ass. the confusion clearly shows on his face, sweat beading at his hairline. and his chest heaves with every breath.

you grind your hips forward, rocking them up, down; just a little - just enough to get him grunting impatiently. it almost makes you laugh, the way his face is scrunched and a tense furrow in his brows. he thinks if he had taken the lead and had control over the pace - then he would’ve came in mere seconds.

the sound of your sweet whines snap him out of his daze.

“you feel so good, rin,” you breathe, slowly riding up and down his throbbing cock; face flushed and mouth agape, “your cocks perfect.”

the praise makes him burn on the inside. your slicked walls engulf him so perfectly. he has no idea how to contain the intense emotions he feels right now - he grips your hips harder in hopes of gaining some control back, but you slap his hands away almost instantly.

“no, jus’ lemme do it.” you retort. your hands dance around his bare sternum that’s covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and come down to lightly pinch his pretty pink nipples.

it’s too much - he thinks. it’s so new, so foreign, and it opens up a whole new world of pleasure right before his eyes. you’ve just so generously granted him that with no second thought, no doubt in your words when you’d told him you’d gladly be his first.

it has shocked you. the news still rings in your head, that he’s never felt the wet, soft walls wrapped so perfectly around him before. surely, someone like rindou couldn’t have been a virgin . . . but here you are, slow riding his pulsing dick while he grunts and groans under his breath.

it feels too fucking good. it’s almost unbelievable.

“ahh, fuck, fuck, wait-“ his entire torso tenses up, muscles bulging and contracting; he scrambles with his hands to hold you down, slow you in any way so that he wouldn’t be cumming so quickly. but that only makes you want to bounce harder, the bottom of your thighs slapping his, and your soft tits being pushed up into his face.

he is done for. rindou thinks he has never come this hard in his entire life - the lack of oxygen leaves his mind blank and empty, the swollen red tip of his cock tingles and bursts out cum in a way that feels endless. he is in heaven.

your warm walls contract around him, milking him of every last drop he has to give. you’re sure to have bruises tomorrow, all over your hips and thighs - but right now, all you care about is how peaceful rin looks as he comes down from his high.

his face flushed and lips swollen, he leans back and drops his body on the plush pillows - almost like the energy has been sucked out of him.

you giggle, and squirm because of the way his dick throbs and tingles inside you.

“fuck, that was too good,” he breathes, throwing an arm over his eyes as he tries to calm his body down. he thinks that waiting this long to finally have sex was worth it - because it was with you.

#sorry this took a while i legit thought i lost it 💀#rindou x reader #rindou haitani x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #rindou smut

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garoujo · 1 year

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MAYBE I JUST WANNA BE YOURS — BLUE LOCK

feat : nagi seishiro, bachira meguru, itoshi rin, itoshi sae + mikage reo

♱ warnings — f!reader, situationship scenarios [they catch feelings], sort of situationship -> lovers, reo treats you in his limo, all characters written 22+, accidental confessions, jealousy. / note. my fave trope 4 my fave boys ofc <3

・✶ ｡ﾟNAGI SEISHIRO

honestly you’d never have thought that nagi had feelings for you considering his usual drowsy expression, but he was the one who had to feel his heart race every-time he heard a familiar knock on his apartment door, one that always let him know it was you as he shuffled (a little too quickly) to let you in.

there’s already a ghost of a smile on his lips when he reaches out to grip the door handle, one that he quickly buries behind a drawn out sigh when he finally greets you on the other side, as pretty as you’ve always been. “hey, you don’t have to knock y’know. eh, just come on, ‘ts cold and you getting sick would be such a pain.” he drawls despite the way he suddenly feels too warm underneath his oversized clothes.

but now nagi’s got you trembling for another reason entirely as you lie pressed beneath him, your body still coming down from your orgasm as the snowy haired striker whimpers into the crook of your neck. there’s a string of breathy, pretty curses falling from his lips as his cock thickens and throbs inside of you, hands twisting tight into your hips to keep you still.

you shudder when you feel him sink his heavy cock back into your twitching walls, giving into the needy coax of your body as his hips grinds against yours — lewd squelching noises filling the room as a mixture of both your orgasms drip and soak the bedsheets in the place between you both.

“fuck—pretty thing. quit squeezing so tight, ‘m sensitive.” nagi breathes, a trembling undercurrent to his tone and your mind is too hazy to pick up on the soft kiss he smears along your skin as he finally comes down from his high. he plops his weight down on top of you before rolling onto his side, his cock beginning to soften inside of you as he catches his breath.

you pant softly before turning to blink up at the striker beside you, but your eyes widen when his arms move quickly to pull you flush against his chest instead. it feels more intimate this time, you know nagi’s always been a cuddler, but maybe it’s the post orgasm haze that has you nuzzling closer to him.

“seishiro? are you awake?” you finally ask after a few wordless moments, your voice a breathless little whisper that breaks off into a huff with the silence that follows the question, only accompanied by nagi’s soft breathing from where his face is buried into his pillows.

it only takes a few more seconds being wrapped in his natural warmth before sleep falls heavy along your figure aswell, which means you don’t notice the way his eyes open up a few moments later when he leans into rest his lips against your temple, mumbling quiet enough so that he doesn’t rouse you as he holds you closer.

guess this plan b will work until nagi’s got the courage to actually ask you to stay the night.

“sorry, pretty thing. you were too comfy, and eh—i guess i jus’ wasn’t ready for you to leave me yet.”

・✶ ｡ﾟBACHIRA MEGURU

bachira hadn’t really considered the actual conditions of your agreement, all he knew was that he wanted you and he’d go crazy if he didn’t have you. but he just couldn’t help the feelings that came with it when you felt like you were fucking made for him, the late night visits becoming more regular because he needed you, and he didn’t even wanna deny it.

“pussy feels so good ‘round me, baby—mhm, wanna feel more of you, you gonna give me more?” he babbles from above you, lower lip held between his teeth as a giddy little smirk rests on his pleasure stricken features. it’s quick, the way he’s sinking his cock into your plush pussy with his next thrust, his hands gripping tightly at your hips to keep you in position as he begins his brutal pace.

bachira’s lips part with the next squeeze of your walls around him, pulling him even deeper as he drops himself on top of you, nuzzling into the crook of your neck with a low chuckle when your legs only seem to spread wider. “see, want me just as bad, baby. should just lemme have all of you, yeah?”

your back arches at his words as he smears messy kisses along your skin, basking in the way your nails claw at his back as you’re reduced to nothing but soft pants of his name, the sound alone making his pace grow irregular as his need for you consumes him. “oh, i think you want that baby. ‘s that a yes? mhm.”

bachira’s babbling before he’s pulling back to pull you in for a feverish kiss, letting out lewd whimpers of how fucking perfect you are for him as your pussy continues to squeeze him, feeling him smirk against your lips when he eagerly swallows the next needy whine from your own. he exhales shakily with the next roll of his hips, his pace stuttering when he begins hammering against the spot that he knows will have you creaming around him in seconds as he trembles over you.

he’s so lost in you — his mind is foggy, focusing on the needy push and pull of your body as he hisses, moaning shamelessly when he feels his orgasm suddenly wash over his body just as your walls twitch around him.

“want you so bad, lemme call you mine, m’kay? c-come on~ take all of me so well, baby. don’t want anyone else.” the confession that slips from bachira’s lips is sudden, a slip up in a moment of tenderness that has him swallowing rough as you milk him. he almost panics, but then you’re grabbing him tighter in response as he pushes his load into your pussy and suddenly he’s not scared anymore. “oh? told ya~”

・✶ ｡ﾟITOSHI RIN

it wasn’t something that rin had expected to happen at all, everyone he’d met had been lukewarm, but you’d stumbled into his life and been there when he was stressed and worn from practice, you made him feel better — and now he doesn’t think he ever wants to stop.

“rin, fuck!” you mumble, gasp with the first too deep touch of his cock against your swollen spots as your chest pushes tighter against his, pussy squeezing around his pretty cock as his pace only grows faster — pushing him deeper as his jaw clenches with his next pleasured hiss.

“shit—does it feel good?” rin asks, his voice low and ragged and the tone has your toes curling from where they’re hooked around his hips, legs spreading eagerly with the way your body is so eager and ready for the pleasure you know only he can give you, it almost answers on its own.

“f-feels so good.” you babble back anyway, and your mind is almost too cloudy to notice the way he nibbles at your neck with your reply, rolling the sensitive skin between his teeth like he’s hellbent on leaving his mark — because he is.

“then you don’t need anyone else, nobody else can touch you.” his words are muffled, buried into your skin like he wants, needs your body to remember them as his fingers curl into your skin.

rin thrusts into you again, his pace a little rougher this time as the sound of skin slapping picks up with every wet press of his hips into yours. he hates the way he can’t seem to control himself around you, like you take every ounce of his self control and consume it — you devour him completely with one pretty little look and he hates it. he hates how much he fucking loves it.

his fingers curl into the fabric of the pillow next to your head before he curses roughly, fucking into you with practiced thrusts that have you keening until you’re almost melting with every loud slam of his hips with yours. you’re only vaguely aware of what’s going on with the pleasured haze in your mind, rin’s cock is smoothing along all of your sweet spots but he’s still managing to hold you so tenderly — gentle, and a stark contrast to how ruthlessly he’s fucking into you.

you look up when you feel his fingers rest along the side of your jaw, but he pulls away just as quickly before he’s mumbling something beneath his next groan, a rush of warmth in his veins due to the fluttering pull of your pussy — but he makes sure you hear him.

“you’re—fuck, you’re mine. say it.”

・✶ ｡ﾟITOSHI SAE

the agreement was never something sae thought he’d find himself in, not when he barely had any time for anything other than practice — getting better, being the best. but then he met you and suddenly he was making time, enjoying your company more than he’d like to admit, but he needs to control himself.

“does anyone else make you feel this good, sweetheart?” he breathes from where he’s pressing into you, he knows he shouldn’t ask, but he can’t help the sudden jealous feeling that seems to overcome him everytime he’s wrapped in the warmth of your body, does anyone else get to feel you like he does?

sae considers trying to play it off like a slip up but then the next roll of his hips into yours makes you moan out his name so pretty, and suddenly his sharp gaze is cutting into you and his next thrust is digging the answer he craves out of you. “i asked a question, answer me.” he grits as his pace slows with the next roll of his hips, and he can feel the way your tight walls stretch around him when your lips part.

“no—fuck, no sae. there’s nobody else.” you mumble back, it’s affirming, and it has a low curse falling from his lips with the next twitch of yours walls around him as he begins a steadier pace. he can’t deny the pride that swells with the desire in his abdomen, your answer on spurring on his movements as he takes more of you.

“hm, keep it that way.” your hands grab at sae’s shoulders to keep yourself steady with his words, but he lets you pull him closer in the process until he’s almost curling over you — smearing kisses along your temple everytime he sinks his cock deeper into your walls.

you’re already whimpering at how good he fills you, your eyes closing in bliss and for a moment, you feel his pace stutter when he sucks in a breath, you look pretty like this, replaying like a mantra in his mind as he takes in the sight of you.

sae’s hips jolt forward as he watches the way your features contort in pleasure, needy moans of his name falling from your lips as they draw him in. his head dips towards you before he’s placing a gentle kiss against your cheek, and his cock twitches again when your sending him a starry-eyed glance as he rocks his body into yours again.

“i’m the only one who gets to feel you like this, isn’t that right?”

・✶ ｡ﾟMIKAGE REO

your agreement with reo was definitely unlike any sort of situationship you’d had before, it had started normally, meeting up whenever you were both free — letting off some steam. but then the dates happened, the way he spoiled you and bathed you in affection and money like it was limitless.

but he can’t deny that he can’t get enough of you, it’s like you’ve suddenly became something a little more — he’d taken a liking to you, bragging about you at functions and practice. which is why he doesn’t see any problem with spoiling you like he feels like you deserve, because you were his afterall.

it’s dark in the backseat of reo’s limousine as you sit straddling his lap, your shopping bags from your day together lying forgotten on the floor as his hands grab at your hips to keep you flush against him. he looks up at you like you’re a real prize, bouncing yourself dizzy on the end of his cock as his hips meet each of your needy little thrusts.

“you’re mine, right? all this is for me.” he grins but his words don’t waver, even when your walls are squeezing around him so sinfully as your body rocks forward, but his hips follow the movement with the next deep kiss of his cock against your sweet spots.

“ye—ah! yes, i’m yours..” you gasp, it’s pretty and warm and reo can’t deny the way it makes his cock fucking throb before he’s dragging you along the length of him again, hooking one of his hands around the back of your neck so he can pull you in for a kiss. it’s needy, greedy the way he licks into your mouth with his next breath as you tremble on top of him, grabbing fistfuls of his violet hair to keep yourself grounded.

“yeah? look so pretty on the end of my cock, bunny. makes me wanna spoil you some more—“ he drawls, but he means every fucking word when you push yourself back into him, and the movement on its own makes something primal, possessive take over his body as his pace grows quicker, heavier until he’s almost slamming you down onto his cock.

“come on, cum for me and i’ll be so good to you, treat you better than anyone. only me, bunny. mine, yeah?”

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