pathetic!rin, kinda mean reader!, dry humping!, aged up Rin! fem reader!
imagine dry humping with Rin, but he's just being whiny and can't keep his hands for himself, grabbing your tits and putting his head in your neck.
"D-don't move like that, I'm g-gonna c-cum im my pants.." He cries, his hot breath in your neck.
"Hmm..you know..that would be so hot, don't you think, rinnie?" you kiss his forehead, going faster.
"f-fuucckk you're gonna k-kill mee!"
he grabs the edge of your shirt, taking it off. He let a surprised sigh, looking at your sexy green bra, he loves when you wear green, it just remind that you are his. He grabs the closure of your bra, making it fall, he just stares at your naked breast, he grabs one tit and put it in his mouth, sucking with passion.
"r-rinnie..calm down a little.." you grab his hair.
"you aren't b-being calm w-with me.." he says, with his mouth full of you, licking and sucking you, you think he's gonna make your soul leave in his mouth.
"y-you think that I'm being mean with you? " you laugh a little and can't help but moves faster against him, you see his face changing, his posture changing with just one move. he cries more and his head fall against the sofa.
"s-slow down!! pleeasee!!" he grabs your waist "I s-sweear, I'm g-gonna c-cum!" he says this but his hands are making you move faster against him, his mouth is saying one thing and his doing other thing, so freaking cute.
you just goes faster and faster, loving to see him crying, he just continue begging, but again, his hands are doing something different. You can see that he is getting more breathless, he is closing his eyes and opening his mouth, the most beautiful moans coming out.
after a few seconds, he cums, grabbing your waist tighter, your name coming out of his mouth in a loud moan, you can see a single teardrop falling out his eyes. It's beautiful.
"f-fuuckk you're gonna kill me someday." you give him a little kiss, smiling at him and you both stare at the wet mark in his pants.
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Can I ask you to do a pt 2 of the bllk boys when they have a crush on you with sae rin and shidou (maybe kaiser bc ik ppl like him)?? and anyone you see fit ^^
HIII THANK YOU SM FOR REQUESTING!! this was fun to write and im glad people liked the first enough to request a part two😼
small psa though: i am ngl..really in the beginning of blue lock. i havent finished it yet. despite that, i do know alot about characters i technically havent met yet (kaiser and shidou…) so if i do accidentally mischaracterise them, my deepest apologies 😭😭 i hate mischaracterising so this will be a potentially humbling experience but I WILL DO IT ANYWAYS.
enjoy!
CONTENT WARNING:
— none. potential profanity (cursing), possible mischaracterisation but ykkk its okay
• sae itoshi.
• like..either blunt about it or emotionally represses 😭 i could picture him either going up to you and just going; “y/n, i like you.” and nothing else.
• OR—yes theres an or—he wouldn’t say. i think the first one though, i dunno it just feels the most like sae
• would somewhat care if you reject him (but who would. im assuming if you’re reading this you wouldn’t reject him lol.) but somewhat not. would not let it affect him long term, besides his main focus is on soccer.
• before he confesses, he is going to be slightly jealous when you talk to other guys. depending on how close you two are, he could either just drag you away or stare from a distance.
• also VERY subtle help / sabotage. like purposely closing jars too tight so you’d have to ask him for help, or misplacing your keys so you’d have to ride in his car or stay longer to find them. he’s so goofy HELPEPEEOERORK
• rin itoshi.
• NOT obvious, would rather die than make it obvious in any way.
• he would probably observe you..not in a necessarily creepy way—just fascinated and interested to learn how you act and your habits / hobbies. would then base his (rare) conversations on what he’s gathered you’re interested in. maybe even research it.
• the only way you’d be able to tell is him listening to you speak, or saying shit like; “pretty sure y/n was talking..” if someone talks over you too loudly. its super subtle but really sweet RAAAAA
• i can’t imagine him confessing
• ryusei shidou.
• to anyone who doesn’t know him, it would be obvious with the way he flirts, but if you know him personally you know thats just how he is. so, in a way, it would NOT be obvious.
• he could walk up to you and say “I LOVE YOU LETS GET MARRIED AHAHAH” and you’d think thats just shidou being shidou💗
• would text you the freakiest shit ever at 4AM with no context
• idk what else to add hes just kinda..scary
• michael kaiser.
• insults you. uhh..he doesn’t really know how to be kind normally so he’s just like “you look peculiar today” and nobody knows if its a compliment or diss💔
• would write or just say random ass german phrases that could be a love confession or a slur, you’ll never find out unless you ask or speak german😭
You had been trying to sleep. Trying for who knows how long.
Shidou's hair pokes at your cheeks. He also drooled all over your neck. And ofcourse, he had to sleep with that over-the-top pink glittery blanket that was thicker than both of you combined.
His leg was over yours, the hand you oh so gently put under his head was numb and you wanted to rip him apart and scream your head off.
It had been a long, long day and this man couldn't even sleep normally? You loved it when he snuggled up against you but mabey this wasn't just snuggling up.
“Ryusei.. Move.” you sighed out, feeling the weight on you shift. As you got to a more comfortable position you were about to call out for him to come back.
“Wait where you off to this late?” you rub your eyes. Shidou steals the soft blanket and gets up abruptly.
“It's clear you don't want me here.” he places a hand over his chest, wiping away tears you were hoping were fake.
“No, I do. You just–”
“I'm just to much? Just say you hate me. Tell me you want me gone.” he cuts you off, placing a hand on his forehead, looking away.
“Please not now.” you flip onto your stomach, your arm hovers over his side of the bed that was surprisingly still warm. “What's even the time?”
“I don't know.” his tone causing you to lift your head.
“Come back. I have work tomorrow.” you plead, dignity can be sorted out later.
“No, work can go make you scrambled eggs tomorrow as sleep gets you your favourite chips.”
“I'm eating the gummies in the fridge.” and he jumps right back in. In your arms at las–
Rin’s easy to make jealous and sometimes you think that that’s probably one of the reasons you started dating.
You’ve been friends with the boys for long enough that a casual hug is the most common form of greeting and Bachira has tried to climb your back more than once.
Touching your friends is something you’ve never thought twice about until you realized how Rin focused on it.
The way he flexed his hand after you shook it or how stiff he got when you hugged him that first time. How he came back to it, again and again, pretending that he needed to learn how to hug and that you’d probably be the best one to train with.
He hadn’t exactly been subtle about it.
And it’s cute, how he pulls you closer when the boys are around. How he holds onto your legs when you try to get up from the Couch to answer your phone that’s buzzing on the kitchen counter.
Rin’s a menace and you love him for that.
But some days it’s a little less fun.
-
“Can we talk about this?” You ask one night, shoes still on, Mascara smudged.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He’s grumbling in the kitchen, back turned to you.
You’re tired. Of this, of the day, of the way you’re feeling.
But you love him and you’re willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.
“Okay,” you slip out of your shoes and put your purse on the table. “The way you reacted after Isagi hugged me.”
You can see the way he tenses, stiffens all the way down to his toes.
He knows what he’s done. Cold shoulder for the whole evening, silent treatment on the car ride home.
“You’re my girl-”
“You don’t possess me.”
He visibly pulls back at that, the emotions mixing on his face. It’s a mess and you know he knows it too.
“I thought-”
“Rin,” you step closer, reach for his hands. Your tone is soft, like you’re talking to a wounded animal. In many ways he is. “Rin, I love you. Just you. I will not cheat, I will not let anyone get in between. But I have friends and I like hugging them and they like hugging me too. If you don’t like something, we can talk about this like the adults that we are, but-”
“I don’t want you to leave me.”
“I know.”
His hands squeeze yours tightly. “I just… feel so incredibly angry when someone…” He can’t even bring himself to say it.
“For me it’s just a hug. What’s it for you?”
“I only hug people that mean something to me.”
“I know.”
“When you hug people like that, does it mean nothing to you?”
Hurt washes over you but you bite your tongue. He doesn’t mean to hurt you and it’s not going to solve the problem if you’re getting defensive now.
“I does mean something to me, these are my friends. People I care for. I don’t kiss them though. Or cuddle with them. Or share a bed. Or-”
“Yeah, I get it.” Rin lets go of your hands and rubs a hand over his face. “I- I think I need some space.”
“Okay.”
He nods, but he does not move. “You’re not mad at me?”
“No. You need some space to think about this and I get it. I want us to work out, I want us to figure out how to deal with this. If you need space for that, that’s okay. Just, talk about it, okay? Tell me what you need and what you feel.”
“Okay,” he nods again. “You’re… staying tonight though, right?”
“If you want me to.”
“I’ll always want you to.”
-
“How are we doing?” You ask a week later, playing passenger princess on the way to a hangout.
His hand is on your thigh, squeezing you.
“I have an idea. It’s going to suck at the beginning, but I think it might work out.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah,” he swallows thickly, eyes on the road. “I’m going to hug Bachira.”
“Really?” You turn your face to look at him. “That’s brave. He tends to bite too.”
“He tends to what?”
“Bite. He usually aims for the shoulder, so keep that in mind.”
“Why do you let him do it?”
“It’s kinda funny,” you can’t help the giggle. “He’s like a dog. But… you want to hug Bachira?”
“Well, want would be a strong word. But I think if I get used to hugging people casually, I’m probably more okay with you hugging people casually.”
“Mhm, I like that idea. You can practice with my parents too, you know how much of a hugger my dad is.”
“True,” he releases a sigh. “Sorry.”
“For what?”
“For taking so long with this.” He squeezes your thigh again. “For letting it out on you.”
“Everyone has some struggles. For you it’s this, for me it’s something else.”
“Thank you.” His voice is thick with emotion and you let him have the space to gather himself.
By the time you reach Bachira’s place he’s back to normal and only those who know him well could see the hints of anxiety.
“Heeeey, you’re here!” Bachira aims for you, arms outstretched, goofy grin on his face.
Rin is a little faster though, pulling the smaller guy into a hug. It’s a little tense and knowing Rin he’s probably squeezing a little to tight, but Bachira’s hanging in there with the dopiest look on his face.
“Am I in heaven?” Your friend asks, hanging almost lifeless in Rin’s arms. “Did I die?”
“Idiot.” Rin drops him like a sack of potatoes. “I’m not doing that again.”
“Nooooo!” Bachira whines from the ground. “You have to do it again! Please!”
“Do what again?” Isagi’s at the door in seconds, too curious for his own good. “Why are you on the floor?”
Rin catches your gaze, your proud smile and the questioning lift of your brows.
Will he hug Isagi too?
“Let’s not go that far,” Rin mumbles, reaching for your hand. “One step at a time.”
i got this idea yesterday and initially wrote it for aizawa but i encourage you to think of whoever else you think fits this
i'd love to see something like this but I'm a lazy bum and i'm working on another story right now. i got the idea cause i remembered phoebe and mike's love story from friends. if someone writes this please tag me i wanna read it so bad🫶
right person, different images of the future kind of thing
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Warnings: Omega/bottom Isagi, Top/Alpha/Gn reader, omegaverse stuff (slick, claiming, scenting, etc.), isagi is in heat, readers pp could be read as strap or dick, marking/biting, slight blood, possesive behavior, instincts and stuff, isagi lowkey being feral
A/N: i like this one. and dont ask me why i know so much about a/b/o dynamics.'
Isagi was completely fine with being an omega. Sure, in the beginning he thought it may affect his soccer career, but as he grew and matured, he realized that it wasn't a problem anymore. Scent blockers and suppressants were a gift from the gods, and key factor of how he went pro. Without them he didn't know where he would be.
But, it led to an addiction. Constantly hiding his scent, hoping people may mistake him for being a beta so he doesn't have to deal with the slander omegas get on the field. And without heats he doesn't have to miss practice. Hence, every morning he puts a scent blocker sticker on his neck and wrist, and the second he feels a little amiss, he pops a heat suppressant. And he lived fine.
Except then you came into his life. An alpha.
Heats are supposed to be spent with you. His body was begging him to spend it with someone, but he shuts it down immediately. Its unhealthy, and he knows it. A doctor has reminded him for years now, but he brushed it aside.
The two of you had fought about it for about a year now. It was damaging his body, but he was too deep in his soccer career to sacrifice those multiple weeks of the year. You couldn't force him to do it, but every time you saw him pop that pill, and instinctual dread flooded your veins.
He hasn't had a real heat in five years. More than twice longer than what is considered “unhealthy” for an omega. It means when he finally does fall into it, its bound to be painful, and long lasting. Not only that, but his instincts are supposed to be heightened more than usual, so he doesn't know what he will say or do once he goes into it again.
But you finally convinced him spend it with you. He has been hinting for months now that he wanted you to mark him, but when he finally bluntly asked you to claim him, you said you would only do it during his heat. He agreed with much hesitancy.
It's a dread to think about, and honestly he is a little scared. But he promised you he would do it. He (very reluctantly) called off two weeks from soccer practice during off season, when he felt his pre-heat begin to creep up on him.
So, here he is. Going to have his first heat in five years.
The two of you stayed at his place. It was probably better to be at a spot he is comfortable with after all. The days before it weren't too bad, you forced him to put away the scent blockers for a couple of days, so the house smelled strongly of him. He went out of his way to scent as many things as possible, growing anxious as the days went by. He also built a nest on the space next to his bed, covered in blankets, pillows, and too many items from your dirty hamper. He was antsy during this time, finding himself clinging to you, and following you around the house. It was cute honestly, watching him have a slight pout while he grips onto your hand.
His body temperature started to pick up by the third day of his preheat. He started wearing less clothing, and you hand fed frozen fruit to him, hoping to cool him off just a little. He tosses and turns in the night, whining out for you to hold him, comfort him, make the strange feeling stop. It was so confusing and he hated it.
And finally after four days, he experienced his first heat since he was a teenager. It was in the middle of the night, the two of you in his nest, and you were fast asleep when he awoke. Every inch of his body ached, and he was panting. Sweat dripped down his temple, and he could feel slick stain his boxers. It made him groan in frustration, but he couldn't do anything about it because he was so horny.
Everything in him screamed for him to get filled, and as quickly as possible. He doesn't even think about it, tearing off his shirt and boxers. His now naked body trembles and he pants into the back of his hand, before turning to your sleeping form. He quickly finds himself scampering over to you, shaking you awake.
You turn to him with a groan, eyes blinking in the darkness to try to adjust themselves. “Yoichi?” You question, voice hoarse from sleep.
He basically tackles you, collapsing his entire body onto yours, and burying his face into your neck, scenting it quickly and desperately. “It’s h-here–dont know what to do. H-Help. Hurts. It hurts. Make it stop!”
You snap awake in an instant, resting your hand on the back of his head. He straddles your leg, beginning to hump at it. You croon at him, the sound low and comforting, hoping to calm him down just slightly. “What do you need me to do, Yoichi?”
He shakes his head back and forth in your neck. “I don't know! J-Just touch me. Please, alpha!”
You cup the back of his head, letting him rest in your neck, while you reach to grab his toy bag the two of you packed just a couple days earlier. You flick on the lamp on your nightstand and he glances at the bag in your hand, letting out a small growl and nipping at your skin.
You flinch, and he continues to growl, low, not threatening, but annoyed. “Don't want the toys. Touch me,” Isagi hisses, grinding his cock onto your leg.
“Feisty omega,” You murmur, setting the bag on the other side of the nest, and moving to reach behind him.
He gulps at the words, feeling bad already. His hormones are all out of wack, and he can't seem to think straight. He nuzzles into your neck and purrs, lifting his hips up to meet your fingers.
You use a finger to prod at his entrance, eyes slightly widening at the feeling. “Wow love, you are so wet. You're dripping all over your legs and the pillows,” You murmur in astonishment, dragging your finger around the hole.
He whines in embarrassment, cheeks flushed from his heat, and now from humilation. “D-Dont know why. I woke up and it hasn't stopped,” he complains, voice low and gruff. You continue to pet his hair, trying to comfort him.
You hum in response, pressing your other finger into his hole. He shivers at the feeling, clinging onto you in the darkness. When it slips in easier than usual, you prod another one, finding it just as easy to slip in. “Fuck Yoichi, you’re just begging to be fucked aren’t you. Taking it so easy.”
His back is arched by now, pressing into the fingers that are now scissoring him. “More. ‘ts not enough. Please, please. I need more, alpha!” He cries, both sides of him now leaking. His face is flushed, and his whole body feels like its on fire.
You shush his mewls, letting out a soothing scent and he moans into your neck. “Alright, alright. I’m going to make you feel good, relax,” you whisper, trying to pull yourself a way for minute to prepare yourself. He doesn't let you go far, arms wrapping around your entire body, breathing into your skin. The scent seems to make him feel grounded, and it's what he desperately needs right now.
“Here, lay down for me,” You encourage, trying to pull him off just for a second so that you can line yourself up with him. He doesnt seem to listen, shaking his head and panting. Sweat beads at his temples, and he's already beginning to beg again, but you push him to the bed, pinning his hands up for a moment while you press the tip into him.
He groans at the feeling, already borderline oversensitive. “Hold me. Please. Hold me, ‘s hot. I can't–”
You kiss his neck, pressing further inside of him, and his eyes widen, gasping at the feeling. His nails dig into your back and you try not to hiss out, continuing forward till you bottom out in him. Slick continues to leak out and onto the nest, but you don't say anything, afraid of embarrassing him.
But you couldnt help but notice the way his back arches, and the wet feeling now on the both of your stomachs. His breaths are shaky and his hold on you is weak. It gives you a chance to pull away for a second, glancing at the cum spread between the two of you.
He covers his face with his hand, blushing profusely. “I'm sorry. Don't know what happened. J-Just felt…really good,” He warbles, not daring to look at you, but feeling himself begin to grow hard again.
You giggle at him, planting a soft kiss to his lips. “S’alright. So cute, Yoichi. Wanna take a break then?”
His eyes are back onto you in an instant, wide and panicking. “N-No! You can't stop, please keep going!” He begs, lifting his hips to grind his cock on your stomach in a plea.
You know it's the heat talking, so you don't dare to tease him, afraid of pissing him off. So you abide by your omegas command.
“Fuckkkk,” He breathes, eyes rolling back when you start to pick up the pace. You grip at the back of his head, pulling him into a kiss, and thrusting forward. His legs wrap around your waist, and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you impossibly closer. Your thrusts are hard, short, and make a lewd slapping noise from the skin to skin contact.
Isagi pulls away from the kiss, eyes cloudy, and mouth slightly swollen from the attention. “Alpha. Alpha. Alpha. Alpha,” He chants, mewling at every thrust, while slick drips down his thigh..
You kiss his cheek, humming to him in question. “Right here. I'm here. Doing so well. Such a pretty omega,” You coo in response, and the effects are immediate. He purrs at your voice, nuzzling into your neck and scenting you with a small fucked out grin.
“Mark me.”
You pause your movements, eyes flashing to his blue ones. He whines at the interruption, grabbing at your hips to pull you in closer. “Right now? It's so early,” You reason, growing dizzy off his warm scent.
It turns sour in an instant. “Y-You dont want me?”
He was being unreasonable, but that was the heat talking. His brain wasn't in the right place, and the second you didn't agree, it hurt. Way more than it should have. Tears prick at his eyes, and he begins to push you away, feeling gross with himself.
You don't let him go far, releasing a calming scent, and crooning to him. “Not what I meant. Relax, omega. It's okay, you're okay. I'll mark you, will that make you feel better?”
He clings onto you immediately, scent light again. “Please please please. Wanna be yours. Your omega. Please bite me!”
You groan, grabbing his hips and forcing him back down onto the length. He gasps, trembling, but now baring his neck to you.
“You're going to be the death of me, Yoichi,” You sigh, not liking how much control he has over you. Between the scent and his lewd words, which would never come out of his mouth if he wasn't in heat, it was hard to stay present in the moment.
“Please please please,” he cries, grabbing your hair and forcing you toward his very own neck. You glance at him one last time, looking at his glassy eyes, and flushed cheeks. He nods at you, a whine slipping past his lips.
You take one last deep breath, inhaling your lovers intoxicating scent and bury your teeth into his neck. He yelps, gripping onto your hair as tears drip down his cheeks. But his back arches, and hes cumming again from the action. His head spins as he feels your tongue lick at the wound, crooning out apologies for the pain.
Your thrusts have slowed down slightly, but they are deeper, harder. After cumming two times Isagi feels himself grow tired, weaker, but every cell in his body is screaming at him to go again and again. Till he passes out, if he must.
“You alright? My omega…All mine,” You whisper, brushing away his sweaty bangs. He feels light headed, absolutely amazed at the feeling of being claimed after all this time and your words, but frustrated from your bare neck. It's not fair.
A possessive nature takes over him, and he lets out a small growl. You raise your eyebrows at him, confused by the sudden aggression. He was always pretty temperamental, but you granted his wish, and were fucking him, what more could he need?
A pair of canines dig into your neck before you could even process his movements. It makes you wince, hissing out and shivering as you feel his tongue lick over the wound. “N-No warning?” You half complain, not minding the feeling of being marked by him.
He doesnt seem to be listening, heat clouding all coherent thoughts. “My alpha. Mhmmm. Mine, mine, mine.”
“Possessive little thing. S-Supposed to be my line,” You laugh at him lightly, and he pulls away for the first time tonight, maneuvering you until he is sitting on your lap, and beginning to raise himself up and down. Two hands fall on your stomach to help steady himself as he begins to grind on the length, head falling backward as he pants at the ceiling.
His movements are frantic, desperate even, as if he was afraid he would never get a chance to cum again. His own cum on his stomach is beginning to dry up, but he doesn't seem to mind. His cock flops back and forth at his movements, and sweat drips down his neck. His whole body seems to be a pinkish shade, covered in sweat. It makes you slightly worried, but knowing him, if you force him to stop so that you can check on him, he may try to kill you.
He cums again without much warning, his fingers curling up and eyes rolling backward. The stream is weaker, dripping pathetically down his cock. His whole body trembles and he collapses forward onto you, pawing at you to hold him again.
You grab water from the nightstand and basically force it down his throat, the excess dripping down his chin and onto your chest. He gulps it down without much complaint, staring at you with lidded eyes the entirety of it. “Lets take a break,” You mumble, caressing his cheek and wiping away the water.
He purrs into your touch, and realigns himself up again, a drunken smile on his face. “Not a chance, alpha,” Isagi says, sinking onto the length to try to chase his fourth orgasm that night.
The two of you get little sleep, and you awoke to him grinding on your leg, and biting at your ear, begging you to make him feel good again, full again. But even in your exhausted state, you didn't mind too much, because how could you say no to your precious omega?
c. ルーロック | blue lock + f!reader t. solving the big question of “what are we?”
reo was dumbfounded. “uh… what do you mean? you’re my girlfriend.”
he shifted his weight against the doorframe of his bedroom, nimble fingers run through his disheveled locks. the gesture mirrors his current state of mind, a habit of his whenever he needed to make sense of a situation he couldn’t understand.
“woah, hold up, i’m your girlfriend?!” he can hear the heavy tinge of disbelief in your voice, the slight tremor in your tone had assured him that you weren’t playing an unfunny prank on him or toying with his emotions.
is he dreaming? what the hell is happening?
his confusion reaches ten-fold. the expression worn spoke a thousand words, the intensity of his gaze was familiar, it mimicked the same face he made whenever he had to cram through his taxation homework. if you took a snapshot of him in this moment, you could edit it to be a reaction meme his friends can laugh over.
“are you sure you’re not my girlfriend?” you nod at him then say, “i think i’d know if i had a boyfriend or not.”
how can you say such a thing when he’d been by your side for months on end? he was rendered speechless. he walked you to class, spent the night at your dorm and vice-versa, and shared countless meals with you. he even introduced you to his parents, a gesture that held weight since it’d take a miracle to sneak himself into their busy schedules.
“are you sure you’re sure ‘cuz this makes no sense? what do you mean you’re not my girlfriend?” he shoots an inquisitive look, brow raised in curiosity.
“for one, you never asked me to be your girlfriend, reo? you didn’t even confess that you felt this way about me…”
wait, what?
he inwardly retraces his steps in search for any memory of a confession. seconds pass then a minute and his face turned red with embarrassment and frustration.
he drew a blank.
“oh...” wearing a sheepish grin, he scratched the nape of his neck. “would you like to be my girlfriend then?”
when people thought of you and nagi, the status of ‘friends’ would be the last to come to mind. any person with working vision can see the dynamic of your relationship went beyond the borders of platonic, there was a connection that ran deeper. his concern for you and your well-being surpass what was expected out of him as your friend.
the term itself proves to be inadequate, to them at least.
it failed to capture the extent of your feelings for each other, the unspoken words exchanged, the stolen glances, and the unyielding longing for one another.
after all, just friends don’t send “good morning” and “good night” texts on a daily basis; just friends don’t gingerly kiss each other on the cheek as a greeting; just friends don’t experience a twinge of disappointment and bitterness when one of them goes on a date; just friends don’t embrace one another a little longer than necessary; and just friends don’t feel their hearts skip a beat at the sight of the other’s smile and and the sound of the other’s laughter.
most of all, just friends don’t cuddle in the way you two did. and that fact lingers in the air between you. lightly nudging him, you hope to rouse a answer from him. instead he gives you an annoyed groan, and an even louder one escapes after he heard your question.
“tired, mostly sleepy.”
“i’m being serious! what are we?” tone laced with a touch of playfulness. a stream of consciousness flickered in his eyes, momentarily breaking through his fatigue. a coy grin tugs at the corner of his lips, as the grogginess melts away, and replaces his initial annoyance.
nagi draws your body close to his chest then wraps his arm around your torso, enveloping you in a warm hold. his voice, softened by his affection for you, murmurs near your ear, “we’re… whatever you want us to be.” he tucks his chin over your shoulder then looks up and meets your gaze. “happy?”
Chigiri inviting lesbian friend to his sister n the first thing he sees with us and his sister is y/n being stuttery and blushy while chigiris sister is just so affectionate
SO REAL AND CANON
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-because Chigiri's sister already moved out, you haven't met her yet, despite being friends with him for almost a year
-one day, you visit him and surprise! His sister ist there
-the first second you see her, you start blushing and get super flustered. You try to hide it, but it's too obvious
-it only gets worse when she starts talking to you. You barely get a proper sentence out without stuttering at least 5 times
-when Chigiri's sister asks if you're alright and even hugs you, you literally melt in her arms. It hasn't even been an hour and you're already hopelessly in love with her
-Chigiri has never seen you like this. Sure, he's seen you simping for other women multiple times, but he's never seen you being flustered like this
-honestly, he doesn't understand why your heart got captured by his sister and he's slightly judging you
-but he will also forever use this to tease you. Every single day.
