itoshi sae loves how hungry you are for his cock. he loves being in control — and seeing you on your knees, all needy as you push your head down his shaft so you take it full, it’s a sight for sore eyes. he’ll just lean back, looking at your teary eyes and rubbing your cheek when you gag, yet you want to take more. you swallow around him, and he groans. your spit runs down his balls and soaks the couch, but he couldn’t care less. “greedy slut” with husky voice is all you get when you make him cum. you love it.
isagi yoichi is OBSESSED with eating you out. just crush him with your thighs already. he doesn’t rush. he takes his time to kiss and suck the flesh of your soft thighs, caressing them before he dives in your cunt. don’t let him fool you by how soft his kisses on your thighs are — once he tastes your hole, he goes feral. fingers digging into your thighs as he makes out with your soaked pussy. saliva mixed with your fluids dripping down his chin, rock hard dick against the mattress as his focus is solemnly in eating his pretty girl.
itoshi rin is so desperate for you to sit on his face. he gets hard at the thought of it. you straddle his face with your trembling thighs. your grip on the headboard tightens as he runs his tongue over your folds sloppily. he has no restrain when it’s about eating his favourite dessert — sucks on your clit, pushes in his tongue. you’ve lost count of how many times he has made you finish this night, but the only thing you’re sure of is that this isn’t the last one. “just one more, baby. you taste so fucking sweet”
nagi seishiro loves when you pamper him. he’ll just lean against the headboard and rest his hands on your hips while you do all the work. grinding your hips against his, riding him slowly yet so deep you can feel his tip against your cervix. kissing his neck, leaving marks on his skin. nibbling his broad shoulders, scratching his back. caressing his biceps, his chest, praising him and telling him how much you love him. he cums inside you when you pepper kisses all over his face as you bounce on his dick, and just smiles at you — craving for more.
aiku oliver and his love for your waist. his hands are always resting on it as he pushes you down his cock, his hips jerking forward to meet yours. his fingers dig into your flesh, gripping your waist to ground himself as his dick stretches your pussy from behind. he caresses it once he’s done with you — his hands now a red mark on your skin, a silent reminder. is not only sexual tho, he always has his arm wrapped around your waist. doesn’t matter if it hurts because he fucked you too rough last night and you can still feel his hands grabbing your waist harshly.
bachira meguru and his obsession with having eye contact in every moment. missionary it’s his favourite position because he can see you break down. his hips rock against yours, cock grinding against all your sweet spots. he makes you look at him, your eyes glossy and locked with his. your eyes close when he gets rougher, and he tightens his grip on your jaw. “eyes open, baby, please” he whispers, and when you do so, you can see his hungry, amber eyes adoring you as he cums inside you.
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it was during practice when bachira had slipped into the locker rooms early, claiming he needed to fix something, which was a total lie, as the rest of the guys were still outside on the field. he was already sitting and beaming happily on the bench when you crept in after him, looking left and right like you were sneaking into some forbidden place.
"thought you weren't gonna come," he grins, hair sticking to his face, body slick with sweat, and eyes shining in that fucked up way that meant you were in so much trouble. you couldn't believe you even agreed to this when he sent you a message saying how much he needed you, but you definitely knew he couldn't wait until after practice to have you.
"we have, like, five minutes," you whisper, pushing the door shut behind you, heart pounding from the nerves. "don't be weird. make it fast."
"cute when you try to boss me around," he hums, getting up towards you. before you can sass back, he's got your back shoved against the lockers, hand snaking down under your skirt like he's done it a hundred times, and his fingers slide right against your already-slick slit. "no panties," he purrs into your ear, breathing hard. "came in all wet for me, like a slut."
you try to make some remark back, but you're breathless, hips chasing his hand before he yanks your leg up and pulls his cock out - thick and already leaking so much precum.
bachira doesn't even wait. he slams into you so hard the lockers rattle behind you. he's pounding into you, completely rough and relentless, causing your high pitched moans and whines to echo way too loud throughout the empty room
"shh, baby," he coos mockingly, slapping a hand ove mouth with a smirk. "gonna get us caught, you know. what if someone walks in? you want them to see you dripping all over my cock like this?"
which is a perfect coincidence when he says that, since you both freeze, when you hear voices and footsteps outside.
"shit-!" you gasp, panicking. bachira slaps a hand over your mouth again, giggling like a deranged manic. "don't make a sound."
he keeps going. slow, grinding thrusts now, so deep and deliberate your eyes roll back, body twitching from the effort of staying quiet. you clamp down hard around him when the door creaks open just a little - someone poking their head in, calling out for him, but ultimately deciding to leave once bachira exclaims, "just gimme a sec!"
the second the door clicks shut, bachira lifts your leg higher and fucks into you brutally, moaning against your ear.
"gosh, baby," he sang, licking along your neck as your body trembled against the lockers. "staying quiet while someone almost saw us. bet you just loved that."
you whimpered pathetically, gripping his onto should high pitched and tears stinging your eyes as you whine, "meguru- s'too much, f-feels too good, can't take it—!"
bachira just laughed, nuzzling into your neck as he smiled. when he pulled back, he was staring like a man possessed at the visible bulge in your stomach, caused by how deep he was inside you, stretching you so far he could see it. with eyes wide as if he had a newfound determination, he pants, "gonna cum inside. right here in the locker room, baby. then, m'gonna fuck you until you're too dumb to even say my name, m'kay? just gotta stay quiet, kay?"
“look at you!” bachira giggles out, a wide grin plastered on his face. his voice is sweet, almost like honey. it has you intoxicated. “you’re so dirty like this…”
he reaches a hand to pet softly at the back of your head, fingers curling around the curve of your cranium. both of you are situated on his bed, homework long forgotten. your head is pushed down to his crotch, while he leans back slightly, pillows preventing him from lying down all the way. he refuses to take his eyes off you, head bowed down just to watch you mouth as his cock.
your eyes are trained on his as you trail your mouth to where is cock leans against his pelvis. bachira’s eyes are washed over with lust and passion, yet still looks at you like you’re precious. his mouth falls open as he watches you take the tip of his cock into your mouth, lifting it from where it was leaning and enveloping him into your sweet warmth. still, you don’t take him all the way, lips suckling on his tip and gathering that salty taste on your tongue.
it’s so erotic—how he’s looking at you, the sounds he makes. you take him further into your mouth and his volume loudens, hips lifting slightly to push further into you. you still him with your hand pressing down on his hip, and he obeys as if he were a cute little puppet. your mouth on him feels heavenly—and he’s overtaken by an overwhelming sense of greed and desire.
“ah—! take m—more of me in..! please, baby—!” bachira chokes over his words as he feels your tongue swirl against his frenulum. his hand weakly pushes your head down, consequently taking his dick down your throat. you relax for him—taking in as much as you can as you try not to gag.
your hands snake up, one interlocking with his freehand, and the other coming to cup his balls. bachira’s head falls back as soon as he feels the warmth of your palm massage his balls, a loud moan filling his bedroom. “y—you make me feel so—sooo good..!”
you hum around his cock, throat vibrating his tip. that almost gets him. but its when you start bobbing your head, his cock rubbing against the roof of your mouth. his breath quickens, hips jerking slightly more into your mouth, and his fingers weave through the strands of your hair. as much as he loves your eyes and wants to make eye contact—he simply can’t. and he almost cries when you pull of his cock with a pop!
“look at me, meguru,” your voice comes off straightforward. when he looks back at you, you hold an evil grin on your face. he smiles back, dazed, as you dive your head back down. his voice comes out strained when he feels the cavern of your mouth wrap around him again, fingers tightening in your hair.
all it takes is for your hand, originally holding down his hip, leading to wrap the base of his cock. using that hand, you jerk his dick as you suck, hallowing your cheeks around him. bachira cries out when he feels the walls of your cheeks tightening around him, and he can feel the vibrations of the giggle you let out. he can feel the way your lips curl into a smile around him, and he loses it when his eyes trail down to meet yours.
you’re so pretty. so beautiful. so fucking sexy. you hold eye contact with him as you muster one final suck, hand tight around the base of his cock, the other handling his balls in all the right ways. and when he feels you let out a moan at the taste of his pre dripping down your tongue—he feels it entirely.
“aaahh—! ba—baby…! gonna…cum!” bachira’s hand on your head pushes you down all the way, and his hips rise up to meet your throat. he fucking sobs as he feels his orgasm approaching rapidly. his moans come out gurgled and raw as he feels his cum spurt into your mouth, mixing with your saliva. he feels the way you resist swallowing, feels the way you continue to jerk him off as he’s coming down.
when he’s dazed and down from his high, you pull your mouth off of him, mouth closing as you pop off his tip as to not let his cum drip out. your body crawls on top of his, pussy barely hovering over his softening cock. you grab his chin firmly, and turn his teary eyes to look at you fully.
he’s so fucking cute with the way tears well up in his eyes, sensitivity pushed to its limit. you open your mouth, watching as his eyes trail down to your tongue, pupils dilating and blown wide. it’s erotic and mean how you tease him like this, and he can’t help the blood vessels that rush to flood his cock again. it’s not long until you feel his cock harden and rise, meeting the slit of your pussy.
you push his mouth open with your thumb, and suddenly pull him into an opened-mouth kiss. you quickly take the lead, positioning yourself higher so that bachira has to look up to kiss you properly. consequently, his cum that resided within your mouth falls into his. bachira whimpers as he feels his own cum on his tongue, his taste and yours dancing on his tastebuds.
can i request a mix of like nsfw and sfw with bachira?? like maybe it’s going through the sweet and thoughtful things he does for his gf that makes her want to jump his bones? like, he always drives without question because he knows she hates it? he’s getting road head. he lets her sleep in on the weekend and does the laundry before she wakes up? she’s riding him on the couch. he gives her random things he’s found throughout the day because they remind him of her? she’s tearing his clothes off.
poor bachira doesn’t know how much danger he’s in.
he was just so thoughtful, so in tune with your wants and needs that everything he does sets you off—driving because he knows you hate it, helping with chores on days you feel too tired to function. a man that perfect shouldn’t exist, and yet here he was in the form of your boyfriend.
his mere existence makes you infuriatingly horny, and you always make sure to show your appreciation in full. he brings you food during a lunch break? you’re letting him fuck you against the desk. he makes you a playlist? you’re riding him to the songs playing in the background. there’s never a dull day in your sex life.
so when you came to watch his game and he handed you a fresh bouquet of flowers, you wasted no time dragging him behind the bleachers. he’s still sweaty and breathless from the match, his skin salty under your tongue as you run it along his stiff cock. you tease the veins, feeling it pulse under your ministrations as he guides your head with a shaky hand.
the flowers lay discarded beside him, budding and craning in your direction the way the mushroom tip of his dick does, oozing pre from the sensitive slit. “y/n,” he gasps, rolling his head back against the wall as you take him into your mouth, eager and wanting. bachira lacks his usual quips, whimpering into his fist as his back arches.
you keep your eyes on him, the thrill of getting caught and your unwavering gaze making his body shudder violently. you’re going down on him like he’s the only thing worthy of your attention, sucking and gagging and dripping saliva all over the base of his cock. he’s not going to last much longer at this rate.
“i can’t—hah,” he moans, jerking his hips upward and lodging himself deeper into your throat. “a little more, baby.” his voice is hoarse and low, airy like he’s on the cusp of release. bachira brushes the hair from your face, making sure you were comfortable even now, when his toes are curled and vision is hazy.
“you’re doing so well, but…” he pulls your head back, your rosy lips parting with a wet pop! bachira plops you onto his lap, slipping a hand under your waistband to rub at the damp patch soaking your panties. he grins, using the other to wipe the slick from your lips. “it’s not fun if i get all the pleasure.”
a/n. reader (yes, all of us) is horny asf in this. THANK YOU FOR THE REQQ!!
blue lock boys’ favorite ways to make you cum so they can taste your sugar-sweet nectar ↬ thank u for the request !! not proofread so I might have to make some edits after posting
request summary. could you write bllk men (bachira, chigiri, reo, nagi, rin, isagi, and whoever else you find hot af) with reader who's cum tastes like SO GOOD LIKE YUM YUM IN MY TUM TUM SO SCRUMPTIOUS. it can be them giving us the best backshots of our life or anything that would make them taste our cum.
content. afab!reader, oral f!receiving, cum eating uwu, praise, characters are in their 20s
誠士郎 ⸻ seishirō × pussy eating
usually you laying on your back while he’s looking up at you, big, glistening puppy eyes half-lidded (if they’re open at all) and so content, but sometimes he’ll lazily pull you onto his face and make you sit. he loves pressing sloppy kisses all down your pretty body and settling right between your thighs so he can watch your reactions. his hair is always falling in his face, so you usually have to keep it held back for him and he loves the feeling of it, especially if you play with his hair or pull a little bit.
“oh… oh fuck, sei.” nagi had your thighs thrown over his shoulders, his big hands on the backs of your legs as he devoured you.
“s’fucking sticky n sweet, baby, you already made a mess f’me.” he’d simper, pulling away for just a moment before nuzzling back in, his tongue deep, purposely nudging his nose against your clit. he was loud and messy, literally slurping up all of your nectar and his spit just to make a show of it, only to spit it back on you.
“ugh, sei, too wet.”
“nuh-uh.” he says against your cunt, his rainy gray eyes are sleepy but determined, shaking his face back and forth before sucking hard on your clit again. you moaned into a whine, one hand going to cover your mouth. he would be the death of you.
玲王 ⸻ reo × mating press
reo is possessive, and this position really lets him show it. he needs you close and looking at him, and maybe a little bit fucked stupid because of the size difference and how good he’s making you feel. steady, heavy thrusts that you can feel throughout your entire body, his face against yours and your thighs folded up into your chest, calves on either side of his broad shoulders. he’s usually holding your face, and your sex is always so intimate, even if he’s manhandling you a bit.
“fuck, you look so perfect like this, angel.”
“reo, oh my god,” you whine, sounding pathetic.
“shh, shhh… that’s it.” he soothes, kissing you before nestling his face in your neck, breathing you in. he knows how close you are with the way you’re clenching on him, and the cute sounds you’re making. “just one more f’me then we’ll take a break; want you clean me up with that pretty tongue of yours and spit it in my mouth, okay?”
廻 ⸻ meguru × eating it from the back
need I say more? yeah? ok, I will! he’s just obsessed with you, and your cum, and your spit. like, this man would probably try to order you as a drink at starbucks. prefers you bent over his lap, your cute face in the mattress and his cute face in ur cunt. he also likes to 69, but he actually prefers going one at a time so he’s not distracted by your heavenly mouth and can give you his full attention. he gets a better angle on your clit like this, and god help you if he starts to use his deft fingers.
“megi, let me—” you start, trying to push your shoulders up from the bed, one hand reaching under yourself to feel around for bachira’s pretty cock.
“hmmmm, no.” you hear from behind you, bachira pulling away from your soaked pussy just enough to speak. you pout, slumping back down, but his tongue finds your clit and it causes you to jolt. you wanted to taste him so badly. he had his face in your pussy for about an hour by now, and yeah, his mouth was so fucking good, but you wanted to please him.
“want your cock, please.” you whine, shaking your hips against his tongue and bachira hums happily.
“compromise?” he offers, and you don’t get to answer before two of his fingers are buried in your pussy. he’s pushing down on your sweet spot, rubbing the pads of his skilled fingers right where you need him, tonguing your clit. you cry and pull away because it’s so intense, but his free hand reigns you back in and this time, you push your hips against his face.
“that’s my girl, lemme eat*.”
*he definitely said itadakimasu ;-;
世一 ⸻ yoichi × prone bone
highly likely to shove his fingers in your mouth in this position. the angel in him wants to praise you and encourage your noises, but the demon wants him to be rough. the demon may be smaller than the angel, but he is louder! isagi has literally no idea that he is fucking phenomenal in bed. he’s always wanting to try new things that you’re comfortable with, and picks up on your reactions insanely fast (duh).
“that feel okay, pretty girl?” yoichi asks softly, one hand on your shoulder and the other on your waist. you nod into the pillow, sighing in content. he bites his bottom lip, drinking in the gorgeous view of you beneath him, and he gets an idea.
his hand on your waist moves to support himself on the bed so he can get a better angle. “oh, fuck,” you breathe, feeling him hit a new spot deep inside of you. “you like that?” he asks, but you don’t get to respond with the way his tip is carving a path between your cervix and your sweet spot over and over again, causing you to gush and whine.
“yeah, you like that.” he says to himself. everything feels hot and you feel full and tingly. he gives you some mean strokes, knowing that it feels good for you but not aware of the full effects it’s having, you’re mumbling his name and you cum so much faster than you usually do.
“fuck, I need a taste.” yoichi pants, flipping you onto your back, dropping down to make out with your cute pussy, licking you clean, before he’s over you again. “are you okay, love? we just started.” he asks, and you nod again, still dazed and overstimulated. “perfect.” you slur, which only fuels his ego even more. long night ahead.
凛 ⸻ rin × you on top, but he’s controlling the pace
I couldn’t find the exact name for this ( warning : link takes you to an r/hentai post where I found the gif lol, minimal nudity in anime style ) but it’s pretty much the lotus position laying down
but rin needs you to look at him in this position. if it gets too much for you, he’ll let you rest your face in his neck or on his chest if it’s more comfortable, but he’s usually grabbing your face to look at him. is well aware of what his gorgeous eyes do to you, loves to see your reactions, especially if he says something lewd. you’re on top, but you don’t have to do any work. you’re his perfect little doll and he lives to please you. he just loves the feeling of you on top of him; definitely also a lover of missionary, though.
“look at me,” rin says, a soft command that grabs your attention even in your hazy state. “rinnie, you feel so good,” you whine, and he takes one hand from your waist to hold your cheek. all of his focus is in your gaze, hearts forming in his sparkling jade eyes.
you clench down on him and he shivers, your tight pussy gripping him so hard that he has to slow his rhythm and he exhales a deep a breath. shit, he almost came. okay, time out! he decides, gradually slowing to a stop.
you give him a confused pout, and before you know it, he’s easily lifting you off his thick cock and sitting you on his face. “oh, fuck,” you breathe, catching yourself on the headboard, one hand in his hair. his soft tongue goes straight for your clit and you try to close your legs around his head, but he grips your thighs and stops you.
“I said to fucking look at me, baby girl. please.”
豹馬 ⸻ hyōma × fingering + vibrator
laying in bed or the bath, your back to his chest. he teases like no other because he knows how fucking good he is with his hands. he loves the closeness of this position, how he can practically melt into you. big fan of the classic hitachi wand. whispering loving praise and absolute filth into your ear, kissing your neck, sometimes his hand around your throat. often gets between your legs to lick you clean; also sucks his fingers and toys clean just to taste you.
this man can find your sweet spot in any position he has you in, and in record time. of course he usually takes his time, though. making you suck on his fingers and spit in his hand before touching you, kissing and licking your neck, biting if you try to move too much.
“missed u so much today, baby,” he whispers, starting with one finger to let you adjust. you nod, trying to hide your face in his neck, but you can’t really, not in this position. gentle thrusts with his thumb circling your clit until he feels you gush around his middle finger, adding his ring finger next. two. you gasp and arch away, but he traps you back with his free hand.
“hyo..”
“I know, baby, just stay still for now. so pretty, doing so good.” three. and just when you think you can’t take anymore, he’s three fingers deep and curling them up onto you, your eyes squeezed shut, and then you hear a soft bzzzz.
冴 ⸻ sae × back shots
firmly believe that he’s also a missionary lover, but he fucks you the best like this. I mean, have you seen this man’s thighs? usually ends up with his chest against your back, whether that’s because he’s pulled you up to him, or because he’s pushed you down into the bed. fully bent over you, his gorgeous face in your neck and an arm hooked around your stomach, his big, muscular thighs on either side of yours, effectively caging you under him. extremely vocal.
sae is pounding you just like that, your ass pulled up into his hips and his chest pressed into your back. he’s so loud and it’s so fucking hot, the way he whimpers and groans and doesn’t try to stifle any of it.
but he notices that you’re kind of babbling incoherently at this point, so he eases his thrusts a little bit. “how u holding up, baby?” he asks softly, still giving you deep, steady strokes. you manage a weak thumbs up and he laughs, shaking his head although you can’t see. “words, angel girl.”
“u-uh-huh…” you mumble, thoroughly fucked out. he giggles against your shoulder blades, softly kissing the back of your neck before pulling out entirely and you whine; he’s so big and you feel so empty. “you’re cute as hell when you’re fucked stupid like this, but I think you need a break.” he pushes your hips up even further, and you feel his warm, minty breath against your pussy.
he tongues a gentle line up your folds, moaning at your taste. “gotta get one last mouthful before I stuff you with my cum, yeah?”
先輩 ⸻ written by senpai with love
notes. thinking about sendo’s pouty, slutty lips ( •3• )
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orgasm denial or overstimulation with bachira? he’d drag it out just so he can eat us out for longer or keep going after we’re spent and squirming lol
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❥ Pussy drunk!Bachira who you literally have to force his face away from your pussy.
He's way too eager when it comes to this type of thing. He's been between your legs for a good forty minutes now, drawing orgasm after orgasm while you beg him to give you a break or too slow down solely so you can catch up a bit or calm down from the sensitivity.
He doesn't stop. He can't even hear you. He's too busy and pussy drunk, trying to drink as much of you as humanly possible, fingers digging into your plush thighs to force the shaky flesh open while his tongue pushes in and out of you before sliding all the way up to do quick swirls against your clit.
"Bachira– slow down! Fuck! Can't take itttt– ah!" You squeal in a useless attempt to try and get him to at least ease up, but he's long gone.
His eyes are closed, and his eyebrows are furrowed, like he's trying to savour your taste as he much can before he loses the opportunity.
Each lick and suck causes the pit in your stomach to tighten, fists gripping and pawing at the sheets, trying to ground yourself from the ruthless mouth between your legs.
The thing is, Bachira knows your close. He always knows.
He speeds up, tongue fucking itself inside of you ten times faster than before he moves his mouth away and back up to your clit. He sucks the bud back into his mouth, and that makes the knot in your stomach come undone, another high spilling over, but again, he doesn't stop, still licking.
You whimper, physically not being able to take it anymore. You take a good chunk out your hair and forcefully pull it back so his mouth pulls away from your clit with a slight pop! A string of spit from his mouth to your pussy connecting to you two.
He whines, "Why'd stop me? I'm not done yet.."
"Bachira. You've been doing this for the past fifty minutes."
smut mdni, corruption kink, oral, dub-con? idk, praise, for this req
You told him you were nervous.
You said it with a shaky voice, thighs pressed tight together, that stupid little nervous laugh spilling from your lips like you still thought he’d take it slow. But Bachira only grinned. Wide. Wolfish. Like he already knew better.
"Sure," he said, nodding along, brushing his fingers under your chin. "We won’t do anything you don’t want." But he didn’t mean it.
Not really. You told him you weren't ready for him to fuck you, so he agreed, rather, you both agreed on something you were ready to do. Because when he had you spread out on his bed, shirt pushed up, panties tugged to the side, and your face already flushed before he even put his mouth on you — he knew. You wanted this. You just didn’t know how much yet. And he was going to show you.
Your back arched off the sheets as his tongue slid up your slit—slow and filthy, like he was tasting something sticky-sweet off his fingers. He moaned into you, hands gripping your thighs so tight it bordered on bruising.
“Fuck,” he groaned, licking again. “Why didn’t you let me do this sooner? You taste like heaven.”
You whimpered, trying to squeeze your legs shut, but he wouldn’t let you. His arms hooked around your thighs, spreading you wide as he licked you again—this time letting the tip of his tongue swirl around your clit until your hips jerked.
“Sensitive?” he teased, glancing up at you with blown-out pupils and a wet mouth. “You’re already shaking. That’s adorable.” You buried your face in your arm, trying not to make any more noise, but it was useless. He was relentless. Messy. Starving. Like he was trying to drink your soul through your cunt. And maybe he was.
"You act so innocent," he murmured against your skin, lips brushing your inner thigh. "But your pussy’s dripping all over my face."
"Bachira—" you gasped, but your voice cracked on his name, too high and breathless to sound angry.
He chuckled. Then dragged his tongue up again, slower this time. Lazier. Like he had all night to ruin you.
“You can beg me to stop, y’know,” he said between licks, voice muffled against your soaked folds. “Say no. Cry. I’ll stop, all you gotta do is say one word.”
Silence. You clenched.
God help you—you clenched.
And he felt it. He grinned.
“Knew it.” You didn't really want him to stop cause this foreign feeling was inviting you with open arms and how could you decline?
He flattened his tongue against your clit, dragging it in tight circles while one of his fingers pressed at your entrance. Not inside. Not yet. He was drawing it out. Watching your face. Waiting for that exact second your expression cracked into raw, dumb pleasure.
You hated how good it felt. Hated how good he felt. Like he’d been born to do this. Like his tongue had your body memorized already.
"You're gonna cum just from this, aren't you?" he whispered, licking your clit again, harder this time. "What a good little girl. My pretty little mess." You whined. Loud. Embarrassingly loud. He groaned into you, fingers digging into your thighs. His mouth locked onto your clit with obscene suction, and you shattered.
Your whole body arched off the bed as you came on his tongue, crying out, thighs trembling. And Bachira didn’t stop. Not for a second.
He kept licking through it, dragging out your orgasm until you were twitching from overstimulation, begging with broken gasps and little sobs into the sheets.
When he finally pulled away, his chin was slick, his grin wild. He looked ruined. Like you were the drug.
"So sweet," he whispered, kissing your thigh. "So stupid. I’m gonna eat you every night until you forget your own name." And you believed him.
“you’re fucking dripping” meguru grins, amused. he’s fucking your asshole, caressing your clit, yet your pussy remains untouched.
you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve finished, of how many times he has spanked you when you try to get some friction. it’s screaming for attention, drenching the sheets beneath both of you and clenching around nothing. god, you can feel it throbbing and how it craves to be filled.
but it won’t. you’ve spitted out his cum after sucking him off, so this is what you get. your ass is perfect, too. tight and warm, deliciously taking his dick.
“meguru. please” you whimper, hiccups leaving your mouth as he keeps thrusting into you. “nuh—huh” he chuckes, leaning in to kiss your cheek. “that greedy cunt is gonna ache and suffer until your butt is filled with my fucking seed. then, you may learn not to waste”
＼ ۪ he insists he's gonna be the fun parent. "i'm gonna teach them how to draw little monsters." "how old are you planning to start?" "as soon as they can hold a crayon. maybe sooner if they're advanced." "you're gonna give the baby a sharpie, aren't you." ".. maybe.. ??"
＼ ۪ your belly's like, his favourite canvas. doodles little smiley faces, animals, and even you and him, holding what seems to be a little bean shaped baby.
＼ ۪ any time he catches you standing on a chair, trying to reach something that will satisfy your current pregnancy craving, he immediately scoops you up like a carton, insisting that next time you should ask him to get it for you instead.
＼ ۪ will pull up a whole powerpoint on the tv titled "name options for our lil monster." slide one: "bee, jr." slide two: "megurito". you throw a pillow at him.
＼ ۪ he'll press his ear to your stomach like he's trying to hear a secret song. "do you think the baby likes this playlist?" "meguru, the baby doesn't have ears yet." "..i'm still playing the bee movie soundtrack. they'll come out with taste." he hums against your belly sometimes. tells the baby you're both awesome. you catch him beatboxing to your bump like it's a mic.
＼ ۪ leaves soft, sloppy kisses all over your stretch marks like they're sacred. "you're so beautiful," he mumbles lazily between pecks, "carrying my baby like that."
＼ ۪ he gets SO soft when you're asleep. especially if your shirt's ridden up just a bit and your belly's peeking out. he'll crawl into bed beside you, put both hands on your bump like he's praying. presses kisses low on your stomach and whispers, "hey baby bee.. mama had a long day today. be nice to her tomorrow, 'kay?" talks to the baby in a sleepy little voice until he passes out curled around you. he's like a furnace and he clings like a koala. when you tell him you can't move, he doesn't care.
I got deja vu writing this hopefully this isn’t a repeat. Also some of this might not be technically somno but it’s def adjacent to it
Bachira
Regularly has wet dreams. He’s a clinger when he sleeps and your warmth just sucks him in:(. You wake up to the feeling of him rutting his hard on against your ass. The first few times you tried to wake him up but he is DEAD asleep. So now you just help him, grinding back against his cock or even slipping your hands in his shorts to jerk him off. He gets all whiny and moans even in his sleep:( his shorts get soaked in his cum and you can feel it all warm against your back. He’s honestly not even embarrassed about it either.
Nagi
His problem is he doesn’t always go through the effort to release his sexual desires. Like he has a sex drive, but is not always motivated to pursue it, which is why it comes out in his sleep. Again, he’ll cuddle up to your sleep, but he wakes up. Wrapping his big strong arms around you whining in your ear about how hard he is :( and how he just wants to fuck your thighs:( and you can’t resist of course. Makes the sweetest sighs and breathy moans as he lazily thrusts his cock between your plush thighs. That bastard will coat your thighs in cum and fall right back asleep.
Isagi
Kinda similar to Nagi, but it’s more that he forgets about sex. Particularly during stressful periods or if he’s not playing well he’s so caught up in thoughts about games he ignores his sex drive. He talks in his sleep and you’ll hear him whimpering your name sounding all desperate:( he will rut against you but really needs more stimulation to get off. Despite telling him you don’t mind he’s always embarrassed when he wakes up to see he made a mess of your hands.
Shidou
He just can’t resist you. He comes home late from practice and you’re asleep in bed in some tiny pjs that barely cover a thing. How is he supposed to ignore that?? Likes to finger you and feel how wet your pussy gets. He gets a feral hearing the little noises you make and how your body reacts to him, even in sleep. Gets carried away and gets a little rough, which always wakes you up. Loves the soft and confused little shidou?? You say when you wake up to him teasing his tip against your dripping cunt. And he’s just like sorry, can’t resist you, gonna take me like a good girl, yeah?
Oliver
Also just can’t resist you, but more so because he feels bad that he hasn’t been giving you enough attention. Sometimes he finds you asleep and can tell you were waiting up for him:( when he finds you like that he feels like he just has to make it up to you. Even though you’re asleep he still takes the time to kiss up your thighs. His mouth is warm and wet against your cunt, making your hips stir. His stubble scratches your inner thigh and pulls you awake with a gasp. Finding him looking up at you with those beautiful eyes just makes you melt - and your cunt throb. Just relax angel, he says flicking his tongue over your clit, gonna make my pretty girl feel good.
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⤷ mdni ﹫ bachira meguru x fem!reader ﹫ smut ﹫ two different boyfriends?
⚠︎ mdni, rough sex, overstimulation, nasty!meguru, dirty talk, matting press, spank, dom!meguru, face down, ass up .ᐟ.ᐟ
You always knew your boyfriend was… a little off.
Meguru Bachira was sweet. Clingy. Endlessly affectionate. He kissed you in public without warning, held your hand like he’d lose you if he let go, and smiled with that feral gleam in his golden eyes every time you so much as moaned his name.
But in bed?
It was like that sweetness cracked open and spilled into something chaotic, dark, and completely unhinged.
You’d learned that the hard way—more than once.
Tonight, it started innocently enough. A movie. A kiss. A laugh. Then he’d gotten that look in his eyes. That gleam. Mischief edged with hunger.
And now?
Now you were on your knees, cheek pressed to the mattress, arms pinned under you, ass up and trembling, his hand on the small of your back like a brand.
He was behind you—naked, flushed, and grinning like he’d just found his new favorite toy.
His idea of affection was chaos—messy, raw, unfiltered. And tonight was no different. He had you right where he liked you: face down, ass up, knees sinking into the mattress, arms trembling from holding your weight.
Your cheek was pressed against the sheets, breathing shallow, drool smeared on the corner of your lips. You were already used—his cum dripping slow down the inside of your thighs—and yet?
He wasn’t done.
Not even close.
“You’re still twitching,” he sang behind you, voice light, sweet, like this was all a game. His hand smoothed down your spine, gentle. His other hand grabbed your ass—not gentle. “Means you’re still awake. Still good for more.”
You barely managed a sound. A whimper. Pleading, but not resisting. Never resisting.
“Still wet, too,” he whispered, dragging two fingers along your folds, now puffy and swollen. You flinched, hips bucking.
“Aww, baby,” he cooed, leaning down to kiss the small of your back. “You’re so cute like this. Dumb and dripping. My favorite.”
His cock rubbed along your slit, hot and heavy, already hard again. The slide was easy—your body opened for him like it knew.
“You can take it,” he said, voice low now, fingers digging into your hips. “You always do.”
And then he slammed back in.
You cried out, spine arching, hands grabbing uselessly at the sheets. Your body clamped down on him like it couldn’t help it, like you needed him there.
Bachira moaned, deep and throaty. “Fuck, yes—this pussy loves me. Can’t even stay tight anymore, huh?”
Your eyes rolled back. It wasn’t the thrust—it was the rhythm. Fast. Shallow. Then deep. Fast again. Over and over. No pace to cling to. No control.
Just him.
Just that damn voice in your ear.
“You were so cute earlier,” he groaned, picking up speed, the sound of skin slapping loud in the room. “Making me dinner, smiling all innocent—like you’re not a fucking cock-drunk mess when I bend you over.”
Your moan came out as a garbled sob.
He laughed behind you, unhinged and warm and dangerous all at once.
“I love when you break,” he said, hips slamming into you hard. “I love when you drool. When you can’t talk. When your body’s just shaking under me and you’re still begging me not to stop.”
He pulled out suddenly, and you gasped at the loss—only to feel his hand slap your ass, hard. The sting lit up your nerves. You twitched.
“Up,” he said.
You didn’t move fast enough.
He grabbed your hips and dragged you back into position—arched, open, on display. You cried out again, but he was already back inside, no warning this time, buried to the hilt.
“Gosh I love you,” he whispered, panting now. “You were made for me.”
His hands gripped your waist tight, hips driving into you with a brutal rhythm that made your whole body bounce forward with every thrust. You were shaking, whining, trying to crawl forward, but he just yanked you back harder.
“You want to cum again?” he breathed, leaning over your back, sweat dripping off his hair.
You nodded frantically.
“You sure?” he teased, thrusting deeper now, grinding slow against your cervix. “You’re already all fucked out, baby. You don’t even know your own name.”
He reached around, fingers flicking over your swollen clit, slick and sensitive.
Your voice cracked. “P-Please—! Please, Meguru, I—I need to—!”
That did it.
His pace snapped into something punishing. Unrelenting. His name left your lips in broken moans, your body collapsing forward with every thrust, but he didn’t stop—he never stopped.
Your orgasm hit like lightning—violent, full-body, soaking the sheets under you as your thighs clenched around him. Your scream was raw, your breath gone.
And he kept going.
“Yeahhh,” he moaned behind you, grinning through his panting. “That’s it. That’s my good girl. Look at this mess. Look how hard you cum for me.”
You tried to squirm away—too much, too sensitive—but he grabbed your arms and pinned them to your back, rutting into you like an animal.
“Not done yet.”
His voice was wild.
Obsessed.
Loving.
“I’m not stopping ‘til you can’t move. Not stopping ‘til your pussy’s twitching around me nonstop and you forget how to speak.”
You sobbed. You loved it.
You lived for this.
He slammed into you harder. Faster.
You felt it—his cock pulsing, thick and deep—and then he spilled into you again, groaning like it was the best thing in the world. Hot, messy, filling you to the brim.
He didn’t pull out.
Just stayed there. Body heavy on top of you, chest against your back, cock still inside, twitching.
And then, softly—
“You still breathing?” he asked, voice bright, lips brushing your ear.
You nodded faintly, body limp.
“Good.” He kissed your neck. “Because I’ve got one more in me.”
cw: blowjob, lots of spit, bachira is a cutie and a bit weird as usual, hints of praising
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meguru bachira is a weird individual – and that's why you love him. with his big, yellow eyes, he stares at you lovingly, like you were the prettiest, cutest thing he has ever laid his gaze upon, like you weren't kneeled between his thighs, cool tile against your feet as you take his cock deep into your mouth, welcoming the length in your throat willingly like a dumb whore who can only think of dick, tears wetting your lashes as you look up at him with glassy eyes.
"you look so pretty!" he giggles, hand placed atop your head and softly pushing it towards his crotch, gently forcing you to swallow more of him. "i could cum just from watching you."
your cunt clenches instinctively at his praise, tongue swirling around his tip and teasing his slit, you get a shameless moan out of him along with a slight tug at your locks, his hips bucking up towards your face and causing you to inevitably gag around his dick, so much saliva soaking his shaft it leaks down your chin and neck, making a mess.
"ehe, so dirty~" he tilts his head to one side to get a better view of your mouth working heavenly on him, brows slightly furrowed in pleasure. you glance up at him from below, bobbing your head at a slow pace the way you know the boy likes. you pull back until your lips are wrapped only around his tip, giving it a hard suck before letting go of his dick with a pop! sound, bachira's satisfied moans echoing through the room. "mmh, you're so good at this, honey."
you feel the heat creeping up your neck, lips swollen and stained with spit and pre-cum. your eyes rank over meguru's body, his exposed arms holding him up with hands buried in the mattress, bangs pushed back and forehead on display – the way he looks could be considered illegal. with his thighs spread for you to be between, his cock stands hard, covered in so much of your spit that it's nearly shining under the lights, you can't help the urge to blow on his pretty tip briefly, earning a lewd, exaggerated moan from the boy above.
suddenly, he's leaning forward, closer to you. his fingers cup your chin, playful eyes locked with yours when his pointer taps on your cheek – a sign for you to open your mouth. you willingly do as told, parting your lips for him and additionally sticking your tongue out, an obscene view if you asked bachira. with no warning, he gathers saliva in his mouth before dryly spitting into yours, a thick glob of spit landing on your warm tongue in such a filthy way you feel your cunt drooling against your panties.
you're gladly swallowing before he even says anything, licking your lips clean. he just watches your antics in adoration, a wide smile spread across his face as he ignores his throbbing dick, balls tightening in anticipation just from him observing you – like he said, he could cum just from watching you.
however, you have different plans. scooping closer to his crotch, your hand wraps around the boy's girth, small fingers unable to properly grip his thick length. you stroke it gently, feeling his veins pump against your palm, tongue darting out to give his tip a few kitty licks before taking it into your mouth, slurping sounds reaching both of your ears due to your sucking, bachira throwing his head back in pleasure. you don't take long with your lips around him though, pulling away at the same time your free hand pokes his thigh – demanding his attention, and so he gives it to you.
you look him in the eyes when doing it – a pout frowning your lips and saliva slowly dripping onto his slit as you spit on his dick, the liquid trickling down his shaft towards his balls, sticking to your fingers in the process. "shiiiit baby, that was so hot!"
bachira's eyes sparkle like two gems at the sight, it looked unbelievably indecent and so damn erotic, he feels like his cock could burst his load just from seeing that. and thinking about it actually makes him way too aware of how bad he needs to come, hand pressing against the nape of your neck to bring your face closer and voice gently urging, "now, can you make me cum?"
honestly, bachira wasn't really paying much attention to what you were saying. the second he set his eyes on you, his mind went blah blah blah, proper name, place name.. backstory stuff. he's dazed—and he's not even trying to hide it with the way he's trailing kisses on your knuckles as you rambled on.
"meguru! are you even listening?" you wave a hand in front of his face, completely oblivious to the fact that your boyfriend had been shamelessly gawking at you for the past.. twenty-something? minutes. he snaps back to reality as if he'd been under a spell this whole time. "yeah, of course!" he blurts out. "those stadium seats can suck sometimes."
"i wasn't even talking about stadium seats.." you pout, clearly upset that he had been daydreaming. "see! you're lying to—"
"want a better seat?" he cuts you off without an ounce of hesitation or so much as a warning, pulling you onto his lap as you let out a surprised yelp. "baby. i love you, but would you please shut up and just kiss me already?" he's gripping onto your hands, desperate to just lean in and crash your lips together but his conscience won't allow it.
he's been so incredibly touch-starved, whispering sweet nothings with that dangerous little grin of his, and oh, his lips are mere inches away from yours now. "babe.." you clutch onto his shoulders for leverage as he left you with no choice but to straddle his lap—though you'd be lying if you said you weren't enjoying this. he nuzzles the tip of his nose against yours. "can i.."
his eyes burn with such raw desire that you've become just as hypnotised, unable to look away. you manage to hum a low "mhm" before his lips are on yours, stealing every gasp from your throat. his slender hands find their way underneath your shirt before roaming the small of your back, reverent in their touch. he's bringing you closer and you're suffocating him against the cushion—but what else can you do when close just isn't close enough?
you rock your hips back and forth, sewing your eyes shut to block out the rest of your senses. you're solely focused on deepening the kiss, trying your best to keep up with the way his tongue explores your mouth with such familiarity. he's done this a hundred times, but each time feels like the first all over again. "meguru.." you mumble into his mouth as your fingers tangle in his hair. the room feels hot and stifling, silence broken only by the sound of your laboured breaths and muffled moans.
the atmosphere intensifies with each passing second, and before you know it, your surroundings blur into insignificance and the conversations gone. he's the only thing that matters now, and all you're left with is the heat of his body against yours. just pure, unfiltered want. he finally breaks the kiss, giggling as he brushes a stray hair out of your face. "i can never get enough of you."
a/n for this absolutely GOATED request. babe the prompt was already phenomenal i barely had to write anything !! first time writing bachira tho kinda nervous
Can i pls request some face sitting headcanons for bllk guys? Specifically Sae, Rin, Shido, Oliver and Bachira solely because i think they're the nastiest 😆🫣 thank God!
cw — gn!reader. afab!reader. so much oral sex. edging. overstimulation. spanking. spitting. squirting. full on tongue fucking. denied orgasms. pervy behavior. shidou being an animal.
◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ author’s note! : FUCK—this too me way too long to finish, but here it is! apologies nonnie for taking forever ;-;
₊˚ෆ 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄
slow n steady always wins the race. a motto sae keeps firm when it comes to sex, no matter what he’s doing. when it comes to oral though..god. the agonizing drag of his tongue while he holds you by your hips, moving them against his mouth as he kissed your sensative clit before prodding his tongue against your hole. everytime you try to speed up your pace, his fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips and waist to keep you in your place. he might as well be edging the fuck out of you until you finally feel the knot snap in two and gush all over your boyfriend’s mouth. sae, bedroom eyes and all, would admire your fucked out face and trembling body before flipping you onto your back and continuing where he left off. safe to say, you aren’t getting out of his grip until you squirted every last drop.
“s-sae..quit being a tease..” you stuttered, trying your hardest not to buck your hips. if it wasn’t for sae’s strength, you would’ve gone wild and full on rode his face like a madman. his whole arms wrapped around your thighs, gripping tighter then usual while he switched from your clit to your sensitive pussy. sae’s sharp, jade eyes staring up at yours. his pupils were blown with a burning desire all too clear to you, as if his tongue movements didn’t say enough. god, he was a patient one and it was getting on your last nerves. a thought he promptly smacked you out of with a simple strike to the ass.
“paitience, darling. or i’ll leave you like this, i can’t stand whiny whores who get greedy.”
₊˚ෆ 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍
rin is more needier then his older brother, encouraging your carnal desires and egging you on as you rode his face as fast n hard as you please. the guy was basically making out with your cunt, open mouthed kisses and his tongue prying through your pussy had you gripping on the headboards or his hair. his hands roamed your body as he pleased, tracing his fingers against your stomach up to your sensitive nipples where he pinched and squeezed between his fingertips. don't think he'll stop either! long after you squirt all over his mouth, he'll only pull away just to take one long look at your fucked out face before he dives right back in again. rin gets pussydrunk a bit too easily, but why complain?
“rin..m-more, please..! i need more!” you begged and pleaded with a whine ripped straight from the jugular as you grinding your pussy against your boyfriend’s mouth. rin cracked open his eyes, through the blurred chaos, he admired your fucked out expression as you clung onto the wooden headboard for dear fuckin’ life. it was all too addictive to simple get off, how desperate and downright pussydrunk this man was, it’d be too cruel to pull away now! your thought process only strengthened when rin began to tug away at your sensative and soaked nipples from when he was mouthing at them earlier. he simply couldn’t get enough.
“stay with me..please, fuck! jus’ a little more, you can do that for me? please..?”
₊˚ෆ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐈
so much of a sloppy eater, it’s downright disgusting. shidou’s hands are unpredictable, switching from caressing and squishing the soft flesh of your ass to swatting away at it with quick strikes. don’t get me started on his oral anticts. this man is fucking eating away at your poor pussy, flicking his tongue against your sore clit while suckin’ n kissing at your abused hole. you couldn’t even move your hips with how much he’d just forced you down onto his mouth again, thus you had to sit there and simply take what he gives you, and god, the noises. besides your own moans and sobs for him to slow down, shidou’s downright animalistic growls and groans fill your ears and go straight into your cunt. don’t think he’s done either after you squirt into his mouth, oh no no! he’ll only push you onto your back with the hopes of you crushing his head with your thighs. he can’t get enough of you.
“haah..ah..r-ryu..” was all you could mutter out of your sore throat. after much whining and sobbing from the overstimulation, you could only make small noises of pleasure while shidou ate away like a man on death row. lapping up the remains of your last orgasm, he pried and pried at your hole until you swore he was tongue fucking you. grabbing fist fulls of his blonde hair only fueled the maniac to fuckin’ nip at your clit, an action that forced another intense orgasm out of your abused cunny and soaked his face even more then before. you could feel a smirk form of his lips before he landed a barrage of sharp slaps onto the flesh of your ass, dragging you out of your euphoric afterglow in time to feel his tongue pushing itself back in.
“c’mon sugar, don’t lose me now! we’re just getting started..! now, keep those pretty legs open..”
₊˚ෆ 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐔
mister aiku here pays attention to both puss and ass with glee. when he told you to sit on his face, he meant it. there's nowhere that his mouth didn't touch, meaning you couldn't run from this man either. similar to shidou, he eats like a starved animal in front of a piece of meat. fingers pumping you full while he pays special attention to your poor clit with the occasional nips that would have you mewling and whining like a bitch in heat. but sadly, he's a greedy bastard when it comes to sex, pulling away right before you could have you sweet orgasm. heterochrome eyes staring daggers at your fucked out face while you pleaded for him to let you cum. you were almost in tears when oliver finally stuffed your twitching cunt with his fingers once again and went to town on your clit again. did i mention he pays attention to ass? that poor thing was covered in handprints and crecent shaped dents from how hard he was grabbing it. maybe, even a little bite mark for good measure.
“oliverrrr!” you whined out. "let me cum already! pleasee!" through tears, you could still see that bastard's shit eating grin. he was fucking enjoying this, getting off at your desperation while you bucked your hips at nothing. down there, oliver was enjoying the show he put together for himself and himself alone. his thumb ghosting over your neglected clit, his eyes flicking up to your own, pleading ones. you looked like a kicked puppy who didn’t get it’s owner’s attention, just like how oliver liked you. a shit eating grin stretched across his lips as he promptly gave your ass a hard slap before finger fucking your cunny at a furious pace. the noises it made sounded straight out of a porno as the pro player flicked his tongue around your clitty. it was all too much to handle at once, or so you claimed. you knew damn well oliver could see right through your teary eyes, and sniff out your disgusting, whorish fantasy.
“keep cryin’ like that and i’ll stop again, you hear me? i know you can pretty thing..i fuckin’ know you can.”
₊˚ෆ 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔
what a pervert, a proud one at that too! he couldn’t keep his grabby hands to himself all day, something the grew more and more dangerously obvious as the day went on. sneaky hands up your skirt or down your pants, gentle squeezes on your inner thighs inching too close to your wet cunt. the final straw was when you caught him trying to look up your skirt/down your loose pants. dragging him all the way home where he couldn’t even wait to get to the bed and pushed you against the wall, kneeling in front of you while patting his cheek eagerly. clinging onto whatever door frame or counter was nearby as bachira pressed open mouthed, tongue heavy kisses against your spread pussy. he was a messy eater as well, going as far as to even spit on your cunny before diving back in with the intention of drowning in your juices. bachira was full on obsessed. nothing could tear him away from your cunny, no matter how hard you yanked his hair or tried to push his head away. he’ll always come back for more!
“o-oh god..bachira, baby..!” you sighed, clasping a hand over your mouth in a feeble attempt to not alarm the neighbors. bachira quickly noticed and yanked your hand away, staring up at you with the same crazed look he had all day. he didn’t tear his eyes off of you, forcing to maintain eye contact with him as he licked and macked with your ruined cunt. your knees felt weaker and weaker, probably because of the last orgasms your monster of a boyfriend gave you, yet he just refuses to quit! not the stinging pain of you gripping his hair or even your efforts to straight up push him away so he doesn’t suffocate to death in your pussy. bachira, in retaliation, forced your wrists against the wall and gives your cunt a mean spat. you flinched in shock, watching as he simply goes back to eating you out like a madman. fuck, thank god you made it home in time.
“don’t shy away from me! i’m only getting started, my love..don’t you want me to please you? hm?”
He missed you so much. Sure, being in Blue Lock is fun, and he's insanely privileged to still have his spot in the facility, but that doesn't mean he doesn't miss his partner a bunch.
That's why he's taking advantage of his break by visiting you, and well, making out with you in your room. He missed kissing you so badly. He missed your taste – everything about you.
His hands snake around your waist while your lips move together in sync, and at this point, it's like he's trying to drain your soul. He'll kiss you until he's out a breath, quickly pulling away and then quickly kissing you again, repeat. He's kissing you like he's afraid you're going to disappear – spit building up in his mouth, making the kiss nastily sloppy.
He deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue past your lips, swirling it against yours. As soon as he does, his breath gets more heavy, and he's moaning into your mouth. You pay no attention to it, though, thinking he may just be out of breath again or starting to get turned on.
After a minute, you slide your hand between his legs, trying to see if you can palm him through his pants so you can elicit more of those pretty moans out of him, only to be surprised when you already find it wet.
You pull back, licking your mixed saliva off his lips, and look down. You find yourself looking at a dark patch in the middle of his pants. "Bachira, did you cum?"
"Huh?" He looks down as well, staring at his crotch for a moment before looking back at you with a sheepish look, "Oh... whoops?"
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bachira meguru ! ⸝⸝ he got so carried away. he wanted to be romantic and soft, but the moment he bottomed out and your warm walls hugged him tightly? he couldn’t control himself anymore. he pulls back and thrusts back into you, slamming his hips back and forth as he devoured your lips, jaw, neck, collarbone. he kissed you all over, praising you as went completely feral and hypnotised by you, possessed by the lust you ignited in him. he didn’t let you go for the next hours.
chigiri hyoma ! ⸝⸝ stop he’s so sweeeeet. so nervous that his cheeks are rosy the whole time, slowly sliding inside you before pulling out, grinding gently as he moans against your mouth. kisses on your jaw, your neck, soft circles on your throbbing bud and praises against your earlobe. his hair clings to his forehead and brushes your cheeks, the amount of mixed sensations almost too much for you. smirks when you finish, but it’s immediately replaced by a whimper when you milk him.
nagi seishiro ! ⸝⸝ starts slow, lazy. he’s gentle, rocking his hips against yours as his big dick stretches you open. but when he feels you clenching around him, scratching his back, moaning his name — he’s done. he fucks you relentlessly, asking why you two haven’t done this before. it feels so good that nagi finishes in a few minutes, but he doesn’t care, he’ll fuck it deep inside you and cum all over again. he discovered his favourite hugs now are the ones your walls give him.
your boyfriend gets pretty clingy when you’re on his lap, bouncing up and down on his cock. he’s unlike those guys who prefer to lean back, arms behind their head as they watch their lover do all the work. instead, he prefers to wrap his arms around your waist, holding your body close against his, just so he can feel the way you’re shaking from how good it feels.
“feels good?” he murmurs. he’s not exactly asking, since he already knows the answer. he can feel it just from the way your body keeps tightening around him, clenching with every slow bounce, alongside that dumb, fucked out expression you have on your face. “so warm around me, baby… keep going, yeah? jus’ like that…”
your thighs are trembling, struggling to keep up with the rhythm, but it doesn’t matter, not with the way he’s whispering things to you right against your ear, causing you to collapse onto his chest as you desperately try to lift yourself up and down. he’s not even thrusting up, just holding you there and letting you use him to your heart’s content.
“mm—‘s too much,” you whimper into his shoulder, burying your face there as your pace falters. but his hands slide to your hips, guiding them again. “no it’s not,” he mumbles, lips brushing your ear. “you can take it. you always do. look how good you’re doing for me.”
when you let out another shaky moan and sink fully onto him, he hugs you tighter, arms locked around you like he needs you to breathe. he loves this position, because he gets to be so close to you, never having to let go.
"stay right here," he sighs, burying his nose in your hair, breath ragged. "don’t go anywhere… not till i finish inside you, ‘kay?"
