Bachira between your legs was something you werent expecting tonight, after the long day you both had you were simply thinking he would want to cuddle into the night.
oh, but you were wrong, so wrong.
he has a small vibrator pressed up to your clit, giving you no breaks as you cum for the nth time this evening. two fingers plunge deep inside your awaiting pussy, dripping with need. he looks up, his eyes meeting yours as a cheeky smile spreads across his face.
"feels good?" he says as if he was asking about the weather. you try but cant seem to form coherent sentances, the words come out mixed with your sweet moans. he feigns innocence, cocking his head to the side as he continues curling his fingers. "what was that, sweets? you gotta answer when i ask a question."
“its— ah— a lot, sensitive….” you manage to say, overwhelmed from all the sensations as he presses the vibrator down hard on your clit, making you moan and squirm. "ill take that as a yes, atta girl,”
he kisses the insides of your thighs, gently nipping and sucking just enough to make some light marks on the skin. your hands reach to claw at the sheets beside you as he thrusts his fingers faster, hitting your g-spot with each thrust.
“you gonna cum?” he asks, and you nod frantically. His fingers slow suddenly and you groan in frustration. “thought it was alot, hmmm? c’mon, ask nicely.”
you sigh as he still delivers you pleasure from the vibrator, but barely presses it onto you, effectively trapping you from finishing. “please, wanna cum— ill be good, promise..!” he hums, pretending to think.
“mmm, good enough!” he slides his fingers back into you and turns to vibrator up to the max setting. Pleasure explodes as you hit your peak, your vision going white from the force and your previous orgasms.
he continues to press the vibrator on you, pulling his fingers out to lick off your arousal. “that was good, think you can do it on my dick next?”
you were in for a long night.
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・ ꪖ/n - cheeky draft cause i’m still having a writers block 👿
touchstarved!bachira who’s worked hard on his insecurities over the years, but somehow can't help his latent self-doubt from creeping back in when he realizes how much he likes you
touchstarved!bachira who is constantly worrying if he's being too much/not enough, texts isagi and rin for advice (wrong men to seek out bro)
touchstarved!bachira who is quite literally giggling and kicking his feet when you reply back to his text asking you to dinner with a sweet, can't wait megs!!
touchstarved!bachira who holds your hand with a mixture of shock and glee; he’s so happy you’re here with him that he keeps tugging you into his side and pressing kisses to your temple
touchstarved!bachira who becomes an entirely different person the minute he closes the door to your apartment behind him
touchstarved!bachira who spreads you apart and just fucking stares at your pussy until you’re squirming, "no, pretty girl, let me look," before he starts suckling at your clit
touchstarved!bachira who has the nastiest mouth on him when he’s got your thighs tossed over his shoulders and his cock pounding in and out of you, "hear how good this pussy’s takin’ me, honey? tryin’ to squeeze out every last drop from me"
touchstarved!bachira who’s honestly coming as soon as he feels your velvety walls start to flutter around him, "fuck—lemme cum inside one more time, yeah? will ya let me beautiful girl, let me fill you up? wanna have me leaking out of you for days"
✴︎˚｡⋆let’s not talk about how bad I am at titles….things the bllk boys do that make your head spin! sometimes it’s unintentional, sometimes they just wanna see that flustered look on your face… ✴︎˚｡⋆
cw: suggestive MDNI (18+), gn!afab!reader, isagi and bachira are longer bc i wrote them before i got nervous abt not having posted in a while and decided i gotta finish this fast >~<
BLUE LOCK M.LIST | requests are open! | with love -aria 💋
As told by the holy blue lock scripture (the egoist bible) we all know isagi has a thigh fetish. I like to imagine he indulges in this more subconsciously than he’d like to admit. his hand dragging up your thigh as his attention is focused elsewhere, his grip tightening, his fingers tapping slightly. he’s about three inches away from your heat and he’s rubbing his thumb in slow circles, teasing you without even knowing. when you jolt slightly from the touch he snaps his head over to you, then glances down at the position he’s got you in before scrambling an apology and moving his hand back to a safer spot, still gripping softly on your plush skin.
he has a detrimental case of hair blindness. his little sprout is adorable, but he’s never thought to pay any mind to the way his hair falls in front of his face. he simply lets it dry however it chooses and carries on with his day. he’s always found it a bit silly the way you prance over to him all flustered as he steps out of the shower, his hair pushed back, the pieces on the sides dripping little droplets down his shoulders and chest. you’d run your fingers through his pushed back bangs, admiring the full view of his face and all his features that would typically be covered by his deep blue locks.
he’s not one to tease, but he is an opportunist. when he sees you standing over the kitchen counter, cooking, cleaning, whatever it us you’re doing, he takes the opportunity to slowly grip your waist, sliding his hands up your sides before moving towards the center of your torso and fully engulfing you. he loves the way you jolt at the surprise of his gentle touch, and the way you immediately melt into him once you realize who it is.
as much as you’d love to pay attention to the actual game, it’s so hard not to let your eyes follow bachira’s every move, in what anticipation for the moment that he bends down, hands on his knees as he’s panting and sweating - just to see that sickening smirk painted across his face. it’s the same smirk he gives you before he tackles you to the bed, or when he sees you wearing something that highlights all his favorite parts of you. that devilish excitement in his eyes always serves as a painful reminder of how gorgeous your boy is (and how badly you can’t wait for this game to end so you can have him all to yourself)
his touchiness often takes him places he had never intended to go, not that either of you are complaining. when the two of you lay together he loves to let his hands roam all over you in a gentle graze across your soft skin. sometimes he’ll close his eyes as he does it, no aiming necessary when all he needs to do is feel you. and he knows just how tantalizing it is for you. every time his fingers crawl up the valley of your chest, only to come back down, grazing your softly over your tummy, giving you goosebumps.
when he’s super focused on something he tends to stick his tongue out just a bit. you’ve yet to decide if this is actually hot or if it’s just adorable, sometimes it’s both. his focus only falters when his eyes flicker up to your gaze on him and he slowly pulls his tongue back into his mouth licking his lips in the process while he looks at you - now that part of it, is in fact hot. 
nagi doesn’t do many things to purposefully get your attention other than whining at you like a baby, but over the course of your relationship he’s become aware of little things he does that seem to rile you up. he’ll lean “nonchalantly” against the door frame as he speaks to you, purposefully reach as far up as he can when he stretches so his shirt rides up his torso just the right amount, slip his hands teasingly under the hem of your shirt as he hugs you from behind.
when the two of you wake up in the mornings, nagi sits up on the bed and ruffles his hair a bit. it’s a simple ministration that always has you watching in awe as he combs his white locks back and forth, his eyes barely open as he mumbles a soft good morning to you.
if reo could make teasing you his full time job, he would. he takes any chance he can to show off when he knows he’s got your attention. and when i say he knows, i mean he literally knows.
he knows how hot he looks fresh out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist as he makes his way over to you to start some bullshit conversation that only serves as a means to get your eyes on him. he knows you’re practically oogling at him when he’s on the field, his eyes laser focused, sweat dripping, pupils blown. he pays attention to your reactions and loves them so much he goes out of his way to recreate them.
another one of his favorite tactics is whispering dirty things in your ear when your out in public. he gets off on the wide eyes you give him as his words dawn upon you, chuckling at the flush that spreads across your face.
oliver aiku morning voice would send you to heaven and back. it would heal the soul, soothe all your woes, and make you all hot and bothered at the same time. it’s incredible.
on the topic of mornings, just watching him get ready is hot (it’s not fair one guy gets to be this sexy). the silly faces he makes when he’s shaving his face are somehow also adorable though, like a girl putting on mascara. seeing him step out of the bathroom all fresh and clean, coming over to engulf you in his scent (definitely wears like a sandalwood musky type of cologne ugh) and warm soft skin. if you’re attracted to masculinity, oliver aiku is the perfect embodiment of that.
he is clueless to how attracted you really are to seeing him do all these little things. as much of a tease as he is, he doesn’t expect his casual ministrations to be such a hit.
ok so kaiser does this thing that’s maybe a little odd?? to some people?? but he loves giving you light scratches. gently dragging his nails down your back and arms and legs and watching the subtle goosebumps form. would want you to do it to him as well, it’s probably a turn on for both of you.
this man would defend you to the ends of the world. he truly believes you could do no wrong. seeing him all riled up on his own arrogance in your honor is quite a site to see.
hello tumblr goers !! aria is back in action, thank you for your patience during my mini hiatus :) i did rush this post a bit so i’d have something to give you guys while i work on my drafts. i’m gonna be closing out my event soon (i’ll try to write the prompts that weren’t requested but we’ll see) the event was lowkey a flop lmao but to those who did request thank you so much !! (i’ve noticed that events are a tumblr artifact now or maybe mine just sucked i’ll try again for 2k or 2.5k maybe) with that being said i have a cool kaiser nsfw fic coming out soon (plus more obvi) so stay tuned !! i love u guys, stay safe and stay kewl :3
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.
＼ ۪ 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.
Characters- Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira, Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi, Rensuke Kunigami, Hyoma Chigiri, Seishiro Nagi, Reo Mikage, Shoei Barou, Ryusei Shidou, Michael Kaiser, Oliver Aiku, Shuto Sendou
Isagi Yoichi
He freezes for a second, lips parted, like his whole brain just blue-screened.
“Wait… you’re serious? You really don’t like football?”
At first, he’s so confused because football is his whole life—he can’t imagine someone he loves not sharing that.
But because it’s you, he won’t push. He’ll respect your feelings. Still, you’ll notice him trying little ways to make you warm up to it: pulling you into his arms during a game, explaining plays in excited whispers, looking at you first when he scores.
If you still don’t like it, he’s fine. You’re the one person he wants to come home to after matches anyway, whether you like the game or not.
Bachira Meguru
He pouts dramatically, leaning into you with big puppy eyes. “Ehhh, you don’t like it? Not even when I score those super cool goals just for you?”
He’ll definitely keep joking about it, but the truth is—he doesn’t care that much.
As long as you’re his, he’s happy. You’re his safe place outside of football.
“That’s okay, I’ll like it enough for both of us.” He’ll grin, tugging you to sit with him during practice anyway, curling into your side like a cat.
Secretly, every goal he makes, he’s still hoping you’ll cheer—just once.
Itoshi Rin
“…Tch. Figures.” He looks away immediately, cold and sharp.
At first, he sees it as rejection—not just of football, but of him. Because football is his identity, his pride, his life.
He goes distant, walls slamming up… until he notices you haven’t left. You still sit by him, listen to him, support him—even if you don’t like the sport.
Slowly, he realizes you see Rin the person, not just Rin the footballer. That makes him soften in ways he didn’t expect.
Eventually, he’ll mutter, “It’s fine. You don’t have to like football. Just don’t stop liking me.”
Itoshi Sae
Sae looked at you deadpan. “Of course you don’t. You’ve got taste.”
He teases you for it constantly, brushing off your dislike like it’s nothing. In truth, he doesn’t care if you like football—he’s already drowning in fans who worship his skills. He doesn’t need that from you.
He actually finds it refreshing. You’re not blinded by his fame, you just… love him.
“Stay the way you are. Everyone else can love my football. You just have to love me.”
Kunigami Rensuke
His eyes widen, and you can see the heartbreak. “You don’t? Really?”
But Kunigami’s way too sweet to guilt you over it. He’d sigh, ruffle your hair, and smile warmly.
“That’s okay. Not everyone has to like the same things. I still want you there, though. You’re important to me.”
He’ll keep inviting you to games, never forcing, always patient. And if you do cheer—just once—he’ll probably play ten times harder, just to make you proud.
Chigiri Hyoma
He blinks in surprise, pink strands falling into his eyes. “Huh. That’s… unexpected.”
For a moment, he feels a sting—football is tied to his pride and his comeback from injury. But he quickly realizes you don’t mean it as an insult.
He smirks lightly, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear. “Guess that means I’ll just have to run fast enough to make you like it.”
He’ll put on a show for you every time he plays, secretly craving your attention even if you don’t love the sport.
Nagi Seishiro
He just shrugs lazily, leaning against your shoulder. “M’kay. I didn’t like football at first either. Too much work.
Nagi doesn’t care if you’re not into it—he actually finds it comforting. He fell into football by accident, so he gets where you’re coming from.
“You don’t have to like it. You just have to watch me, yeah?”
He’ll keep dragging you to his games anyway, half-asleep with his head in your lap during travel, murmuring, “As long as you’re there, it’s fine.”
Reo Mikage
Absolutely crushed. “Wait, wait, wait—babe, how can you not like football?? Do you know how many hours I’ve trained just so you’d think I’m cool?”
He’d whine about it endlessly, begging you to give it a chance. He’s not mad, but he’s desperate for you to share the passion he and Nagi have.
“You don’t have to love it, but at least pretend! You’re my girlfriend, you gotta cheer for me a little!”
Eventually, he’d calm down, but you just know he’s going to keep trying to convert you—buying you jerseys, teaching you rules, dragging you to matches. Reo wants you in his world, no matter what.
Barou Shoei
Barou literally scoffs in your face. “Hah? You don’t like football? That’s pathetic.”
At first, he’d genuinely be offended, because in his king-sized head, football is the sport. It’s strength, it’s pride, it’s everything.
He’d throw a fit, calling you “unworthy of watching the king” if you don’t like the game.
But secretly? He still wants you at his matches. He’ll glance at you in the stands every time he scores, smug grin plastered on his face, waiting for you to clap—even if you said you wouldn’t.
“Tch. Whatever. You don’t need to like football. You just need to like me.” (Yes, he says this like it’s law.)
Shidou Ryusei
Oh boy. He’d grin like a devil the moment you admit it. “Ohhh, baby, you don’t like football? That’s hot.”
He finds it hilarious. Most people worship his chaotic playstyle, so the fact that you, his girlfriend, couldn’t care less? It entertains him endlessly.
“Guess that means you’ll only scream for me in bed then, huh?” (yeah, he’d actually say that).
He doesn’t give a damn whether you like football. If anything, he loves that you’re different—it makes him obsessed with you even more.
Michael Kaiser
His jaw would drop. “Excuse me? Excuse me? You’re my girlfriend and you don’t like football?”
He’d be dramatic, borderline offended—because how can his queen not adore the sport that makes him shine?
But after some sulking, Kaiser would spin it in his favor. “Actually… it makes sense. You don’t love football, you love me. That’s even better.”
Expect him to be extra obnoxious, though—constantly trying to show off goals “just for you.” Even if you don’t care, he’ll act like you’re secretly obsessed with him anyway.
Oliver Aiku
Aiku would chuckle low, leaning close with that teasing smirk. “Oh? My pretty girl doesn’t like football? What a shame.”
Honestly, he doesn’t mind. If anything, he thinks it’s cute—you stand out from the hordes of girls who only chase him for being a pro.
“Good. That means you’re not here for the sport. You’re here for me. That’s how I like it.”
He’ll still want you around, but more for the flex of having you by his side, not because he expects you to cheer for the game.
Sendou Shuto
He gasps so loud you think he’s joking. “HUH?! Babe, what do you mean you don’t like football?!”
He’d dramatically grab your shoulders, eyes wide like you just broke his heart.
“You don’t like football… but you like me, right? RIGHT?!”
Sendou would spiral for a hot second, then clingy-mode activates. He’s begging you to at least come to his games.
He doesn’t need you to love the sport—he just needs reassurance you love him. He’s such a people-pleaser that your approval matters more than football itself.
hello!! I just wanted to say I love your writing and I loved the unofficial hype squad fic soooooo much >< I had a very specific req for a fic. I was thinking how would the bllk boys react if they heard us speaking another language(bilingual reader) (also maybe hindi cause I'm Indian but if you want to do any other language it's fine). It would be even better if they weren't aware that we were not japanese/other nationality. I don't rlly have a specific set of charas but if you include rin that would be great!! Lots of love and have a good day🫶🏻
thank you sm!!! and thank you for the request 🫶 i’m not bilingual, so if there are any inaccuracies, i’m sorry!! have a good day as well 💛
when they don’t know you’re bilingual
bf bllk x bilingual!reader
itoshi rin
-> an authentic indian restaurant opened in your town, which was practically unheard of. considering how small your town was, you only ever saw traditional japanese and maybe a fusion place pop up every now and again
-> you were the first person in line for the grand opening, practically dragging rin behind you as you rushed for the seats with the best lighting
-> “wow!” you gasped at all of the familiar artwork. your father did a lot of work in india when you were a child, so you attended most of your elementary school years there
-> when the waitress appeared, you ordered in perfect hindi. her eyes sparkled, entire face lighting up. “no way! you speak hindi!” “my dad worked in india when i was young!” she beamed at you. “your accent is amazing!”
-> meanwhile, your pouty boyfriend sulked, feeling extremely left out. he knew you spent a few years in india, but he didn’t know you still spoke the language
-> with your orders finally placed and the waitress’s number now in your phone, rin narrowed his eyes at you. “you never mentioned you speak another language.” “well, i spent several years there. what did you expect?” “i don’t know. i never really thought about it.” “cutie.”
bachira meguru
-> bachira knew your mom spoke english, but he thought it was only for her work. he didn’t realize that she was a full-blooded european, making you half-european and bilingual
-> he was struggling with his english pronunciation and asked you if your mom would tutor him, to which you raised a brow and asked, “you do know i’m fluent in english, too, right?”
-> bachira stares at you. you stare back at him. he slowly slides his days of the week homework assignment over to you. “fly-day?”
-> you spent the next few days teaching bachira about the english accent and showing him how to introduce himself. most importantly, you taught him how to ask where the restroom is
-> when he received an a on his assignment, bachira made you promise to never speak english when talking about the days of the week ever again. wednesday ptsd is real
karasu tabito
-> he’s got a thing for intelligent sounding people. when you take a call with him in the room, speaking in fluent french, his eyes turn into hearts
-> “i didn’t know you speak french,” he mentioned when you returned and plopped into his lap. you laughed and ran your fingers through his hair. “i was born in the city of love, baby.”
-> though he doesn’t really understand, karasu likes it when you speak french to him. even if you’re saying random words like “raspberry” or “twenty-one” he’s head over heels
-> “is french your first language?” he asked, and you giggled at how intrigued your boyfriend was at this newfound discovery. “i swear i mentioned it before. i have a french name and everything,” “you have another name?! you must be a secret agent or something.”
Hii, this is my first time requesting but I love your writing 🔥🔥 Can I request bllk boys (specifically Bachira and Rin 💥) with their s/o being recorded/violated in public? This happened to me sometime this year and I wanted some comfort. It's okay if you don't feel comfortable writing this, so no pressure. Thank you!!
First of all, I am very sorry about the situation you are experiencing, I hope this post makes you happy +Nagi is here
Rin Itoshi
The two are walking through a bustling city square, hand in hand, when Rin notices something unsettling a man with a phone pointed suspiciously in their direction. His sharp gaze locks onto the individual
“Stay close to me” he mutters, his grip tightening around her hand. The man’s behavior becomes increasingly obvious, his phone aimed squarely at her. Rin’s blood boils. Before his girlfriend can say anything, Rin strides toward the man, his towering frame radiating menace
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Rin’s voice is low but filled with an edge that cuts through the noise. The man stammers, attempting to excuse himself, but Rin is having none of it. In one swift motion, he snatches the phone, his speed honed from years on the field. A quick check reveals the worst photos and videos clearly taken without consent
Rin’s jaw tightens as his anger surges “Delete it. Now” The man hesitates, but Rin’s piercing glare and firm stance make it clear there’s no room for negotiation. With a trembling hand, the man complies, erasing every file under Rin’s watchful eye satisfied but still seething
Rin hurls the phone back at the man, his expression ice-cold “If I see you again, you’ll regret it” He turns to his girlfriend, his anger melting into concern. “Are you okay? Did he touch you?” His hands cup her face, scanning for any signs of distress
“I’m fine Rin Thank you…” she whispers, her voice shaky. Rin pulls her into a protective hug, his tone softening “I won’t let anyone hurt you. Ever”
From that moment on, Rin becomes even more protective, ensuring she’s always safe when they’re out together. Though shaken, his unwavering support reassures her, proving just how deeply he cares
Bachira Meguru
Today, he had whisked his girlfriend to a lively park filled with street performers and food stalls. His playful energy was infectious, and she couldn’t help but laugh at his antics as they explored
However, Bachira’s keen eyes noticed something unsettling a man nearby with his phone out, clearly focused on his girlfriend. The easygoing smile on Bachira’s face faded slightly as he tilted his head, his sharp instincts kicking in “Hey, babe” he said softly, his usual sing-song tone subdued. “Stay here for a sec, ‘kay?”
Before she could ask why, Bachira was already moving toward the man, his steps light but purposeful. The guy didn’t even notice until Bachira was right in front of him, his golden eyes gleaming with a dangerous edge “Yo~!” Bachira chirped, a mischievous grin on his face. “Whatcha filming?”
The man stammered, caught off guard by Bachira’s sudden approach. He tried to deny it, but Bachira leaned in, his smile widening in a way that wasn’t entirely friendly “Lemme see” he said, plucking the phone from the man’s hands with startling speed. His eyes scanned the screen, confirming his suspicions—photos and videos of his girlfriend
Bachira’s grin didn’t waver, but his tone darkened. “You know, it’s kinda creepy to record people without asking. Don’t you think?” He quickly deleted everything, his fingers moving deftly over the screen. Once done, he handed the phone back with a casual shrug, as if it were no big deal
“But hey, if you’re bored, you should try filming squirrels or something. Way more fun.” His voice was light, but his eyes held a warning that made the man quickly retreat. Returning to his girlfriend, Bachira’s usual playfulness was back, though a protective arm found its way around her waist
“Problem solved!” he said cheerfully, nuzzling her shoulder “You okay? That guy was super weird, huh?” She nodded, still a bit shaken, and Bachira pulled her closer, his warmth reassuring
“Don’t worry~” he said with a wink “Nobody’s gonna mess with my favorite person. I’ll scare ‘em all away if I have to!”
Nagi Seishiro
They were browsing through a small outdoor market when Nagi noticed something strange a guy lingering nearby, his phone tilted suspiciously in their direction. Nagi’s sharp instincts caught on immediately
“Hey” he said softly, nudging his girlfriend closer to him. His usually laid-back tone was heavier, more serious “Stay near me for a second” Before she could ask why, Nagi’s eyes locked onto the man. The stranger’s phone was unmistakably aimed at her. A rare spark of irritation flared in Nagi’s normally placid demeanor
In a few long strides, Nagi was in front of the guy, his tall frame towering effortlessly. He tilted his head slightly, his pale eyes half-lidded but sharp “What’re you doing with that?” he asked, his voice calm yet laced with an unmistakable edge. The man fumbled for an excuse but Nagi didn’t wait. With surprising swiftness, he snatched the phone. A quick swipe revealed photos and videos of his girlfriend
“That’s annoying” Nagi muttered, his brows furrowing. Without hesitation, he deleted every file, his movements deliberate. Once done, he handed the phone back, his expression unreadable “Don’t do it again,” he said simply, his voice low but firm “Next time, I won’t be this nice”
The man quickly disappeared, and Nagi returned to his girlfriend, his face softening “Sorry about that” he said, his hand slipping into hers. “Didn’t mean to make a scene. You okay?”
She nodded, though her hands trembled slightly. Nagi noticed and pulled her into a gentle embrace, resting his chin on her head “It’s fine” he murmured, his voice soothing “No one’s gonna mess with you when I’m around”
