What Is Your First Language?

What is your first language?

it's english, nonnie.😀

LOVEFOOL

content warnings ─── fluff, smut, exhibitionism, cunnilingus, fellatio, tit-sucking, masturbation, perv bachira

notes. a indulgent fluff and smut to my mootie-patotie @blooming-aster , spending the night thirsting over this cutie we call bachira meguru.

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ everyone's a fool and bachira's no exception.

bestfriend! bachira who's been your friend your whole childhood. always playing in the fields or just goofing around and messing with him. hide and seek in his mother's studio.

bestfriend! bachira who always squish your chubby cheeks. fascinated by the plumpness and the bounciness of it. considers it as one of world's mysteries on why is it so soft and squishy.

bestfriend! bachira who loves to blow raspberries to you. squishes your cheeks and blows. laying on your stomach, his mouth on your soft belly. nibbles the skin there before blowing raspberries. you're always covered in his saliva he's not sorry.

bestfriend! bachira who stares at you with his big, round, golden honey eyes. you can't help but to shy away from his gaze and it's so intense. you'll melt in the spot if you stare longer but bachira continues so, he just loves seeing you flustered and from the way you bit your lip. his brain overrides.

bestfriend! bachira who's obsessed by your plump body. he forgets to speak at times when he presses his lean body to yours and he's like a cat when he gets a hold of you. massaging and kneading your body like dough. watch the supple flesh spills in his hands and pops a boner out of the blue. can you blame him though? he's that down bad to you.

bestfriend! bachira isn't ashamed to be naked in front of you. you know you two hanging out in his room and he just pops out with nothing. he just laughs when he saw the horror in your face when you've seen him naked. can't miss your gaze going back and forth to him and he only winks at you. it's fine to stare but it's wrong but....

bestfriend! bachira who always make you feel good about yourself that being fat isn't wrong and it's one of the reasons why he loves you. makes you feel loved and suffocates you with his hugs. traps you with his body and tickles you until you're crying and begging to stop cause you're going to pee but still... he loves hearing you laugh. it sounds music to his hears and your smile it's so stunning that it'll blind him but who cares. he's getting that smile from you.

bestfriend! bachira who jumps you everytime he had the chance. after his games, you would be looking for him and wonders where he went but it's too late before you realize you're on the ground with him above you. he stares at you and pinches your cheeks. he go this predatory gaze though like he's going to eat you alive and he will, if given the chance.

bestfriend! bachira who can't stop daydreaming about you. he thinks about you all the time from the way you smile, laugh, breathe, existing.

bestfriend! bachira who loves you. you really did stick like him all this time and never ever doubt him and accepted him for what he is. you didn't scold him for the way how he acts and you always tell him that you love that side of him. your bestfriend who have nothing but love and adoration for you.

bestfriend! bachira who jerks at the thought of you. he's insatiable and he can't hide his perviness when you're around sometimes. he's leaning on the wall. biting the hem of his shirt, pants lowered and his hand on his aching cock. chants your name while he fisting his cock up and down. it only gets difficult for him and moans. he also done it when your back turned against him and he's shameless about it. he's huffing and puffing after he cums, watch his shame drips out of his fingers and the splatter on his abdomen. hoping he could spread it to you, some day.

bestfriend! bachira who kisses you breathless when you tell him, you love him too. head in cloud nine while he sucks your tongue in his. exploring every inch of your mouth and swirls at them. loves your eyes getting teary from his kisses. you both be panting and when you get back each other's breath he's back at you again. won't budge if you push him.

bestfriend! bachira sucks at your tits slowly. bites your nipples between his teeth and nibbles on them. he could be such a tease when sucking your teeth. tugs at them just enough for you and him to be pleasurable. doesn't matter if they're small or big. he'll putting that in his mouth. bonus if you run your fingers through his hair, he'll melt while he sucks in your tits. occasionally falling asleep when he's sucking your tits. his drool dripping at the corners of his mouth, surrounding your breasts with it.

bestfriend! bachira who eats you out like there's no tomorrow. you in his room, legs spread, your face in his pillow. muffling the moans when his tongue make wonders in your fat pussy. holding your thighs in his grip that it's impossible to escape him. tongue deep in your hole while he wiggles his tongue inside. leaving your thighs trembling from it. toes curling. catches every drop of your cum leaving in your hole. he just loves the taste of it while his nose nudges your clit. drowned in your taste and slick. squirt in his face if you can, he loves it.

bestfriend! bachira who gets whiny when you suck his cock. his cheeks heavy with red while you suck him. your cheeks hollowing out, tongue swirling on his tip and licking on his slit. holds your cheeks with both of his palm and praises you for being so good to him. jerking what's left of his length and he's a goner. loves to cum in your face. turns him on when you lick it off him.

bestfriend! bachira takes his time slow and nice when he's fucking you. he's a fucking tease. you need to beg and cry just for him to fuck you for real. watches as your tummy jiggles and thighs ripple from the impact. sinks his fingers in the plushness of your hips and just pounds into you. kisses you to make it better.

bestfriend! bachira loves fucking you in public. his fingers fucks into your hole slowly while he hugs you from behind, be it in the schoolyard, in the park while you date. kissing your cheeks while he tells you're being a good girl for him. he also loves getting sucked off. behind in the soccer field, in public restrooms or anywhere. loves it with the risk of being caught. folded in half in some empty classroom. your back in the teacher's table while he's grinning like a madman. the slap of skin echoing throughout the room.

bestfriend! bachira loves you so so much. he will give you the world if he had to just to prove just much how mean to him. whispers sweet things in your ear and hugs you everytime. he couldn't wish for more but just you his side.

he's a big baby and he knows it very much who want and needed you to be by his side always. just loves you very much and you love him. two opposites that attract each other to the end. smitten with each other and just can't live without the other. bachira meguru who loves his chubby s/o very much that he'll do everything to make you happy.

S E N D R E Q U E S T

THE BULLY MEN FEVER ARE HIGHHHH!!!

I HAVE TWO IN MY DRAFTS. THE BULLY SATOSUGU AND SUKUNA. LIKE WHAT THE F!

｡‧˚ʚ°ɞ˚‧｡ ─── A SENSE OF SECURITY

"i'm protecting you."

you scoff at him with tears threatening to spill from your eyes. throwing the hoodie in the couch and the embarrassment seeps through your whole being, remembering the earlier dilemma rin bestowed to you.

"protecting me? are you out of your mind?! that man hadn't done anything to me!"

"yet. a little gratitude from you wouldn't hurt." he quips at you. removing his coat and hangs it.

"gratitude? do you think you deserve it from what you'd done, rin?" your voice raising a bit at him and rin only gives you a side eye glance with a raised brow.

"i sure deserve it, I did it for you and you should be grateful for it. no one but me will ever be able to protect you from harm's way."

"what the fuck you talking about rin? harm? that's it? i sure don't need protecting. i'm a fucking adult rin!" you snapped at him. you can't believe sometimes at rin. his reasonings and outbursts at things are a little over and it ends up hurting you without him realizing.

now, you were being stubborn and as much he don't want to use the word. you were being a bitch but he doesn't say it aloud. he knew how much the word weigh and being the stable and the reasonable one in the relationship, he's going to give you a piece of his mind.

that includes pinning you in the couch. his body hovering above yours and his hand squishing the cheek, putting enough pressure to hear him out.

"you're an adult. a oblivious one. i'm telling you right now. you're the unreasonable one. what would you do if he continued touching you or did you want him to continue? tell me." he firmly says. challenging you and the tone of his voice it was condescending. as if it was telling you, you were the immature one in the relationship and you need from protection in which he thinks.

you can't believe what you were hearing coming from him. staring at those teal-colored eyes of his who swirls with coldness and seriousness that there's no care for you in those gaze of his.

"no." defending yourself from his accusations at you. "why would i like him touching me and..." your words dying out and you can't find yourself to defend your point. mind becoming jumbled and conflicted. you tried to find your voice and with rin looking at you like you were the biggest mistake of his life.

the tears came rolling and it wouldn't stop. his expression seems to soften. you were helpless sometimes and naive. not knowing how many filthy fuckers had tried to make a move for you and you should be glad. you have him. itoshi rin. your boyfriend who would gladly burn the world if it means to protect you.

"i told you so. i'm just protecting you." he coos at you. caressing your cheek with his thumb.

well, he got point. a voice in your head told you. he's right, you were being unreasonable. too oblivious to pick up what things may come to you. be it to bring peace of harm to you and rin was just protecting you. in his own little ways.

"i'm sorry." you began to apologize to him. holding his hand in your cheek. the tears continuously falls and breaking out in sobs.

"i'm sorry. i'm sorry.i'm sorry.i'm sorry." you repeated like a broken record. begging for his forgiveness. the tears blurring out your vision.

rin's cold but he's no heartless. deciding you earned his forgiveness. he comforts you that only can him do to you. letting you cry yourself out until it reduces to hiccups and sobs.

pulling you closer to his and placing your head to his chest. wiping the dried tears in your round cheeks. his fingers drawing patterns in your back.

"i'm sorry, rin."

"ssh. it's fine now, okay? you're forgiven."

kissing your forehead and rin's assured. you won't be doing anything to upset him. maybe. just make sure he's around to correct you.

“suguru...”

the name came out of the blue. your eyes closed and your head slumped to his chest. you're wasted. barely making coherent words but the the name came in perfect. he supports you with his arms. saving you from the demise of falling face first. he hears a sniffle then it was followed by burst of tears in your eyes. looking at him in a haze where you began to grab his cheeks. your body sways and he steadies you in his strong arms.

"careful." he mumbles and then you're out of cold. he smiles at your drunk form. scooping you in his arms and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"let's get you home." he says before walking towards the exit.

he gently place you in the bed. removing your coat and placing it in the chair before your shoes followed suit. he runs cold water in a small towel.

he looks at your sleeping form. how much did you change in the last years? you're not your old self anymore but your soft features remains. the dimple in your cheek where it sinks when you smile. he missed you smiling.

he sits down in your bed. the mattress dips from his added weight. wipes the sweat in your forehead, the dried tears in your cherubic cheeks and the stain of booze in the corners of your mouth.

he wasn't doing good in cleaning you up. taking care of someone. his lips forms into a thin line. you look so peaceful in your sleep and it's been a long time since he had seen you so serene, calm like you didn't carry the burden of your world.

gojo couldn't help but to bitterly smile at the name you were calling earlier. there's no way you could have mistaken him for another but with the influence of the alcohol. he understands.

he can't speak of it no more. it seems taboo. one could be cursed when he speaks the name of his deceased friend. your lover. he didn't look like suguru a bit. they were like day and night. the sun and moon.

he don't have suguru's hair. no ounce of coal-colored strands in his hair. it's white. snow white. no purples in his eyes instead he have the deep cerulean eyes of his whole holds the strongest power in the universe.

you shift in your sleep and gojo looks at you. sees a tear falls out in your eyes and he catches it with his index finger. it must have been so hard for you. to lost your other half who loves you truly.

you're good at hiding your sadness. your frustration, the disappointment of not being able to protect who you deeply loved.

then gojo realizes. you've been holding it for too long. gojo could applaud for how good you are at hiding it. the smiles you give to others but it doesn't reach your eyes. the abuse of body. empty wrappers of fast food flowing out of your trash bin. drown yourself in the pleasure of alcohol. a temporary escape for everything.

the suicide missions. where he finds you lying on shoko's table or a frantic call from ijichi.

you hadn't moved on. drowning yourself in work and the feelings still unreciprocated. gojo said he'll wait for you. mend the broken pieces of your heart but can it be mended when it's long gone?

he finds himself taking care of you. a feat he never bothered with anyone. he gazes at you. the years piling up on you.

"what have you done, suguru." he badly wants to ask his friend who left you.

he grabs your hand in his. feel the softness of your hand in his roughed hands. it's warm. you were the breath of life in suguru's. he remembers the nights with drinks in their hands. suguru would talk about you fondly. a new kind of smile in suguru's face with your name in his lips.

now, it was left of unshed tears. the words you could never say in your right mind. it hurts. it hurts everywhere.

gojo shouldn't be affected by this. he got things to worry about but when he sees you. it's a reminder he still have you and it's not the end of suguru's absence.

"fuck you, suguru."

time couldn't heal the damage that had been done. it will haunt him and you with the ghosts of the past.

your eyes flutters open, you find gojo holding your hand.

"i'm sorry, satoru. i shouldn't have dragged you into this." the tears streaming down in your cheeks.

he kisses your knuckles, wipes the tears in your cheeks and he leans forward. kissing your forehead.

"it's not your fault, (y/n)." he assures you. his face softening while gazing at you. it's not your fault. you learned to love and suguru returned it.

he says, love is most twisted curse of all. you cursed yourself with it for suguru. he finally understands why he didn't cursed suguru at the end but he don't have an explanation for it.

for the strongest like him, he exorcised the toughest curses and humans alike and yet, he couldn't shield himself from cursing himself to you.

if loving you is being cursed, then so be it. he don't care even it lasts for a lifetime.