#bachira

you’re making out under his sheets, bodies tangled together in a frenzy of limbs. he’s massaging the globes of your ass with one hand, pulling and groping as the other pushes your back further into him, making you arch.

his tongue is wet and feral as he swirls circles around yours, moaning in your mouth like a dog in heat.

“mmfh… yeah, baby…”

he’s absolutely shameless, mouth sloppy woth saliva as he devours you unapologetically. bachira reluctantly pulls away, looking deep into your eyes for a split second before his gaze flits back to your wet, plump lips.

“stick your tongue out for me, please?” he pleads politely before running a hand up your shirt and cupping your chest.

his hands are rough as he squeezes, making you moan out. your brows are furrowed upwards, and you can’t help but oblige his request.

bachira’s eyes practically glow seeing you so obedient for him, and he doesn’t waste even a split-second before he dives righr back in, sucking in your tongue.

he can feel your vibrations in his mouth as you moan and whine and writhe against him, and you don’t know how he manages to do it but he giggles with your tongue inside him.

“you’re so cute, baby,” he says before realizing he’s let go of you. he furrows his brows, pouting before speaking up again, “stick your tongue out again!”

“so demanding…”

“please?” he says, eyes big and sparkly as he begs, his hands taking their time in memorizing every sculpt of your body.

“nghh—!” you moan out when he squeezes your curves particularly hard, and bachira can’t help but giggle once more before you stick your tongue out again.

bachira immediately goes back to playing with you, your tongues dancing under the wet caves of his mouth as he closes his eyes.

a sharp pain overtakes you before you pull away, tasting something metallic in your tongue.

“ah—! meguru, you bit me!”

“oh, no..! guess you gotta punish me, hm?” he says, wrapping his arms around you as he grinds his hard cock against the soft plush of your thighs.

because why else would he be waking you up at 2:54 in the morning?

“baby, baby!” he shakes you awake, your day already ruined before it even began.

you sigh and push his hand off, clicking your tongue, “tsk, what, meguru?”

you think the use of his full first name instead of the usual nickname would’ve done it, but bachira only smiles at you as he answers.

“i had a dream that a guy was hitting on you, so i need you to go to sleep at the same time as me so we can jump him, okay?” he giggles, explaining it like it was the simplest thing in the world.

“wha— megs…” you sigh, scratching your head in annoyance.

“don’t tell me you’re gonna let him hit on you?” he pouts.

“…fuck, okay, fine,” you roll your eyes, turning in bed.

“nice!” he chirps before snuggling up to you, finding space between your arms and squeezing in.

“what the—“

ft. Isagi, Bachira, and Rin ᯓ★

Isagi:

You were at a cafe, walking towards the door—coffee in hand. Suddenly, you collide with somebody and spill your coffee all over them. You let out an audible gasp. “I’m so sorry oh my god-“ you stammer out, panicking before you look up. Isagi freezes when he sees your face, tensing up.

He pinched himself. How could you be real? You were so adorable—like an angel sent straight from heaven. He blushes like a schoolboy when you begin patting down his crotch area with napkins. “Y—y-you-you…” he sputters out. You look up, tilting your head cluelessly and blessing him with those angelic e/c eyes—and he nearly dies.

Towards the end of your interaction, he starts panicking. You were exactly his type. He couldn’t let this opportunity pass, or he’d never see you again. So he tried making an attempt at flirting, but all that comes out is a strained, loud, “GO OUT WITH ME.” His hands immediately fly to his face to hide his shame as you look up at him, caught off guard, yet chuckling at his forwardness.

He’s still muttering something like “sostupidyouresostupidsostupid-“ to himself when you ask him for his number—because in all honesty? He was adorable. And handsome too. His brain short circuits, as he fumbles with his phone awkwardly before handing it to you. Your fingers brush his, and oh. Oh. Oh, no. A literal whimper escapes his lips. Your eyes dart up to his as if to confirm what you had just heard. His skin goes completely pale, before blood rushes north and he coughs into his sleeve.

After that interaction, he literally has to get up, take a round, and do breathing techniques to calm himself down. Meanwhile, you walked off trying not to giggle at the sad excuse of a soccer star you had just met.

Bachira:

You were speedwalking on a sidewalk with your lemonade, stressed and rushing somewhere. Suddenly, you hit your head on someone’s chest, bumping into them and spilling your lemonade all over their black and yellow striped shirt. You look up immediately, only to be met with a pair of wide, golden eyes which appeared to be starstruck upon seeing your face. You immediately rush to apologize, as to which he interrupts you. “Woah. You’re pretty. Like, really ethereal!” He smirks, before adding, “monster says mine.”

Blood rushes to your cheeks. “M-monster?” You shake your head. “L-listen, I am so sorry about the lemonade-“ “lemonade’s my favorite. A wonderful choice, my monster thinks so too!” He grins sweetly. You blink, dazed. Now that you’re seeing his face, he was like…really adorable. “What were you in such a rush for, missy?” He asks slyly. Your face pales. You had completely forgotten about where you were supposed to be right now. You panic, “I’m so sorry sir, I’ve got to go right now!” You run off.

“Wait! I never got your name!” He hollers from across the street. “{y/n} {l/n}!” You shout back. “See you around!” He cheers.

Rin:

You were with your friends at the beach, sipping, tanning, and chatting. “It’s scorching out here, you guys. I want an iced tea.” You get up off your mat and head over to the drink stand. You secure your peppermint iced tea, walking back giddily. Your eyes were focused on nothing but how refreshing your drink looked—the little lemon slice on top? To die for. While you were busy ogling your drink, a soccer ball crashed into it abruptly, spilling the whole thing over yourself.

You stay frozen, eyes wide, still processing the cold liquid that had completely dampened your bikini. Rin stands there, looking as guilty as ever. He blinks, then walks over to pick up his ball—but he freezes instantly when he sees you. His breath doesn’t hitch, but his eyes widen for just a split second. A large crack in composure for somebody like Rin. He walks up to you, trying not to stare.

He clears his throat, visibly flustered. “Tch.” He clicks his tongue. “Sorry. ‘bout the stray ball.” He glances down at your tea-soaked figure, ears flushing a light pink. “And the drink.” He adds. You look up at him. He’s unfairly pretty. His usually composed and piercing gaze struggles to meet yours. “It’s…uh..alright.” You mumble back. The awkward silence stretches. Until…

“You know, peppermint tea is my favorite. How about I make it up to you?”

You tilt your head. “Huh?”

His throat goes dry at the sight. So adorable. So perfect.

“We can, uh..get it sometime. Together.” He mutters quietly, his voice hoarse.

“You don’t even know my name,” You chuckle.

His heart flutters at your laugh. “Huh? Oh, y-yeah. right. I’m Rin. Y-you?” He rubs his neck sheepishly, staring at the ground. So uncharacteristically hot and bothered for someone like Itoshi Rin.

He’s second guessing himself.

“I-I mean of course if you don’t want—” “{n/n}. Call me {n/n}.” You interrupt.

“I’d love to grab a drink with you sometime.” You smile, and his souls leaves his body right then and there.