1,2,3, EYES ON ME

1,2,3, EYES ON ME

starring bachira meguru!

synopsis: your boyfriend has noticed that you have some problems with eye contact

notes: RAHHH IN MY DOWNFALL ERA 😭 i cannot write at all rn and i actually forced this piece out of me and its so bad i cannot but i have to post SMTH bc nothing has been posted on this blog for WEEKS ITS A GHOST TOWN HERE

"hey, why do you always do that?"

"huh?"

"that." bachira replied. "you always look away whenever i compliment you."

"oh," you grinned sheepishly, rubbing your hand against the nape of your neck. "i dont know, it's just kind of embarrassing sometimes, y'know?"

"embarrassing?" he looked at you, puzzled. "how is that embarrassing?"

you sighed lovingly as you played with his pretty hair absentmindedly. "you don't know because you have no sense of shame, love."

he grinned stupidly. "yep! but the thing is, baby, i want to be able to reallyyyy see you when i give you a compliment. so, we're gonna practice!"

you stared at him. "what do you mean, practice?"

he sat up and turned to face you. "'m gonna shower you with love, and you're gonna look me in the eye the whoooole time!" he grinned.

you groaned. "meguru, this is so cheesy. and stupid. 't's no big deal, it's just a little embarrassing."

bachira wouldn't hear it, though. "hey, baby? you're the prettiest girl i've ever seen, you know that?"

your cheeks erupted and by instinct, you averted your gaze elsewhere, flustered.

"a-ha! see, you DO need practice!" he teased gleefully. "my baby's so flustered, awww!"

you groaned as you buried your face in your hands. he was so stupid. like, so, so stupid. why were you doing this?

suddenly, he grabbed your wrists and pulled them away, revealing your red cheeks. he gently guided your chin to look at him, and said, "seriously, i think you're the love of my life. i love you. like crazy."

your face, if not already, was heating up like crazy as he stared into your eyes lovingly. "...i love you too?" you mustered out, not really knowing what else to say.

he just grinned and pulled you into his chest, letting you feel his annoyingly steady heartbeat.

"i love you, y/n."

"i love you too."

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𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 彡 In which . . . Ran is naturally cold.

〔CW〕 — Tooth rotting fluff, reader is naturally warm, g/n reader.

〔AN〕 — I missed this. also help how do ppl flirt @okkalo this is the idea i told u about :>

Ran is naturally cold. No matter how many blankets he wraps himself in, he just can't get rid of the frost embedded inside his pale skin. He would tease Rindou with it too, sliding his hands beneath the younger's shirt when he least expected it.

Ran didn't think much of it when he was younger. But as he grew older, he craved it. He grew up to loathe winter and relished in the sunny days where Rindou would hog a fan and place cooling packs on his forehead.

Ran hated winter until he met you on a snowy December night on his way back from his salon appointment. And for the first time ever, Ran feels warm.

He didn't want to lose you and somehow managed to call you his only after a few dates.

You were just so right for him. The way your body molded against his so prefectly, the feeling of your little hands heating up his cold cheeks, and how your lips leave a hot trail when they kiss his skin.

It's too much for him. He believes this is fate. And Ran never really believed in such stupid little thoughts like love. He gets bored, and often leaves things and people hanging. But deep down, no matter how ashamed he is to admit it, he wants to love and wants to be loved. He craves it like a man that craves emotional intimacy.

And now he has you, his personal little heater, his little angel, his other half, and his favorite snuggle buddy.

What more could the infamous Haitani need?

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˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ SYNOPSIS... clingy mikey -for no reason at all and out of the blue- and being impossible to get rid of him, eventually follows you to shower, disturbing the only time you had to yourself. ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ WORDCOUNT... 1,6k ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ WARNINGS... +18, smut, female reader, slight fluff, clingy and quiet mikey, read at your own risk, porn w plot, no cursing, shower sex, sudden and uncontrollable thirst for touches and sex, overstimulation, choking, forced (?) ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ OTHER... reblogs, likes and requests are appreciated!

“m-mikey…” you mewl, breath hitting against the shower’s already steamed up glass wall, making it more foggy. you feel so good but way past overstimulated, hearing ringing in your ears. his giggle echoes in the small place, your own legs shaking and you struggle to turn your reddened head past your shoulder, -both from the warmness in the shower and how his strong gaze never failed to make you dizzy- “leave me.. me alone already—”

“won’t happen, pretty girl..” the black haired boy’s short nails scratched your waist, leaving dark purple half circles over the skin as his hips greedily snapped against yours, dictating a fierce pace. being balls deep into you was his favorite place to be and he has not hidden this fact from you. nothing could make him cover up his pussy thirst, even if just talking about or simply thinking about you for a brief second made him rut. even though your legs were on the edge of giving up, his grip being stronger and stronger by every passing seconds, your cheeks got pushed against the cold, gray and wet tiles, squishing your face to it’s surface more and more with each thrust from behind.

no more coherent words were formed from your mouth, his lips crashing against to the nape of your neck, teeth sinking into it madly, his tongue writing down circles and sometimes sucking into you, marks left over for him to admire for days. meanwhile his tip abused that spongey spot inside your wall over and over again with the intention of driving you crazy even more. your eyes hooded, rolling backwards from the umpteenth pleasure given to you by no one else, but your boyfriend behind you.

“what’s with you— today..” gulping down a big lump on your throat before feeling his fingers curling around it and squeezing it, which you rewarded by squeezing your inner walls tight around his member, feeling him twitch deep within your stomach, fastness never faltering. your palms got slapped on the wall in front of you, holding on for dear life, your back stinging from pain, you squeezed your eyes together, hoping to just get over with this.

do not misunderstand, you loved and craved these moments, but how mikey started clinging to your side, no matter what, never meant good for you. arms always around your hips, face pushed into your side, back or belly, you barely could get rid of him just to take a quick bathroom break. when that something hits his mind, this man is like a toddler, impossible to scrape him off no matter how hard you try. not giving much thought, a few pats were given, caressing his hair just like a good mother would their children, unfortunately for you this resulted you in much deeper trouble.

asking him about his problems or if you could help with anything wasn’t working either, his will is steel strong, you silently take notes to yourself to not try and attempt this again, sighing you accept your daily fate and melt into his touches. which was even bigger mistake, but what else could you do? fighting back isn’t an option, considering how he can whoop others’ asses, just as easily he can whoop yours’ too anytime he wanted.

mikey fell into total quietness, his touches painting down his feelings perfectly. after spending so much time with him you learned exactly how to treat him in these times.

even while having dinner, it was impossible to not have one of his limbs against you. hands groped your thighs like his life depended on it, but his face showed no sign of what he was actually doing under the table. a few hitches rolled from your lips and sending angry daggers in his direction too, could not convince him about leaving you alone. the way he continued to chew on his food made your blood boil, being so unbothered made you wanna instantly choke him, right in that place. of course you wouldn’t do that, thinking about it more, all this man wanted was love and who were you to forbid this from him?

now hands snaked up on your sides, under the loose, white shirt which was so wide that it barely let your frame visible through the silk, -now, this wasn’t enough for mikey, that’s why he started exploring further- no words were spoken, your shared bedroom’s dim light not giving sight for him, relying on his senses, he guided your shirt up past your waist. your breathy panting was the only noise, mixing together with the clock’s ticking was a music to your boyfriend’s ear. his fingertips left goosebumps in their wake, setting your body to blaze, when suddenly you slapped away his arms.

with the excuse of going to take a shower, you slammed the door on yourself in the bathroom, leaning your back against the dark wood, sliding down to the floor next to it, exhaling in and out crazily, collecting yourself with a cough, then you stood up and after a few minutes you totally gaslighted yourself into thinking that this was all for today. unlucky for you, in fact it wasn’t.

not bothering to knock, mikey stormed into the same room as you which you were sure was safe for being alone for a few seconds. the doors clicking and loud shutting sound made you realize how you let your guard down, what was -again- another one out of your plenty poorly chose decision. you heard a low humm and by the time you even could think of what you wanted to respond, he acted faster and was already naked next to you, hopping swiftly inside the shower, arms draped over you again and enjoying the way the hot water droplets ran down on his body the way it ran down on yours at the same time. pushing his chest flush against you, feeling as close as never was how you got here.

how you trembled against him, ears ringing and how the hot liquid burned your skin, you got to the assumption it was at least two hours you spent inside that damned shower booth. bending yourself over in ninety degrees, your kneecaps were at their limits and were ready to collapse but before that could happen, mikey reached on arm under your torso, keeping you in your place by your throat and his other hand under you, on your stomach.

“you ready, girl?..” his thin, pink lips formed into a stronger smug over the time, seeing you so broken by him fueled his ego like fresh wood the fire. eyebrows furrowed, now his rhythm knew no pattern, messily and sloppily splashing against your tight walls, cum already decorated the fat of your ass from the previous rounds, the way he went in and out made your hole gushing over and over again, leaking his seed out of your pussy and feeling it running down by your thighs, eventually the water washing it away. your tears -even though your taste buds felt the saltiness of it- and your saliva dripping past your squeezed together lips could not be seen how it blended with the water.

libido still as strong as at the start, making you think he collected this much power throughout the day, considering how mikey was everything but not a high maintenance. how rough he can be and as harsh as he can be, he tires as quickly and by this you were already used to quick ones and your session ending early.

now this wasn’t a day like that, hoping to end this as fast as possible, your brain drained to impossibly dry, you focused on your breathing, concentrating not to faint, then you felt his head brutally slamming to your sweet spot without a seconds of break, causing you to merely yelp, a shock wave sent to your spine, making you straighten up right in that moment, hands clenching into fists against the wall you were leaning against.

the taller one’s hand sneakily wandered down, right between your legs, brushing two of his fingertips to your wet lips and after some caressing, it delved deeper in your folds with long strokes, not forgetting to pinch your clit here and there, wanting to make your orgasm as pleasurable as possible. you arched your back, gasping and shamelessly screaming his name like a chant, repeating it with more and more moans slipping between the words.

your body ached, especially down there, it was painful and good at the same time, leaving you confused how you wanted him to stop right there or just give in to the sensation.

suddenly your eyes dilated, gasping out, you reached behind, hands grabbing into the back of his neck, as he pushed his face into your wet hair, not bothering how the water was right against your face, clenching down on him the feeling of his balls emptying themself inside of you once again made you come alongside him in the same second. not faltering, his thrust stayed at the same speed, he grunted into you, trying to cover all those filthy sounds he never thought he’s capable of letting out. mikey’s eyes squeezed together, with few more messy thrusts the boy calmed down but not pulled himself out of you. letting himself rest inside, watching how his seed got pushed out for making room inside your hole to his thick cock, fitting perfectly, as if you were just created for him by the way you picked up his members’ shape.

his grip softened and like that, you fell forward to the wall. his giggles hit your ear, making your nerves popping on your forehead and not thinking about what to do, everything got said which firstly came to your mind. little scolding, what of course in one ear and out on the other for him but in return the boy gifted you with soothing caresses on your spine, which made you calm down immediately. attention now turning back to what you originally had planned to do here alone, showering.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈 ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶜᵒᵖʸ, ᵐᵒᵈⁱᶠʸ ᵒʳ ᵘᵖˡᵒᵃᵈ ᵐʸ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ!

bachira smut 🫧 tw dark content dubcon, manipulation, overstim

“don’t you wanna make me feel good? hm?”

“i-i do..” you hiccup, “i-it’s ju.. just too muc-“

“okay, so you’ll take it right?”

he doesn’t let you reply before he shoves himself back into your swollen cunny. it leaves you to heave out a dry gasp before dropping your head back down on your cat plushie in defeat, holding tightly onto the fluff of it.

he lets out a wanton moan, a heavy hand pressed against the bottom of your back, and his other holding onto your hip with a soft grasp.

“love you.. love you love you love you, love you so much, i love you..”

his thrusts are sloppy and wet, his heavy balls pressing against your soaked ass from the sweat and cum. the overstimulation is so overwhelming, and all your cunt manages to do is cum over and over against your will, just as bachira likes it.

“m-meguru please.. ca-can’t.. i..”

“shh, don’t ne-need you to do anything, okay..? j-jus’ take it n.. ‘nd it’ll all be over soon..”

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back to my bllk brainrot. might start to write shit with them-- no idea what but yeah, and might get into more smut and spicy stuff