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rintosei · 1 year

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SAY IT BACK!

CHARACTERS: bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma, michael kaiser, and itoshi sae

warnings: fluff, kaiser being an annoying shit

author's note: i've seen some people write a fic about when their s/o doesn't say ily back so here i am writing one for these four 🫶🏻

BACHIRA MEGURU:

bachira would be so confused about why you didn't say an "i love you" back to him.

i mean, why wouldn't he? you're the one who always used to say it to him, but now that he says it first, you don't respond back? :<

he would get all pouty, stopping you from doing whatever task you are currently doing.

"are you mad at me?" he asks, and you looked at him weirdly.

"no, why would i be? you didn't do anything wrong, right?" you respond, stifling a laugh at seeing bachira's sad face.

"i said 'i love you'. did you hear?"

"yeah, i did. what's wrong with that?" you asked innocently, and bachira pouts even more.

he doesn't say anything else after that, and instead lets go of your arm and just doesn't talk to you (for two minutes because he can't handle not talking to you for more than that).

seeing how sad he looks, you immediately stopped your prank, hugging him tightly. "aw, bachi, don't be sad! i was just pranking you."

instead of being happy, he became even more sad. "that was so mean, you know that right?!" he squishes your face as a form of punishment. "you better say an 'i love you' to me right now or else i won't ever forgive you."

you giggle. "okay, okay! i love you, bachi! so much!" he kisses you softly on the lips, making you smile brightly at him.

CHIGIRI HYOMA:

chigiri would get so annoyed.

you were currently about to go out to hangout with your friends, and of course chigiri would say "have fun, bub. i love you."

you only replied with a "thanks, chigiri." as you tied your shoelaces.

he gives you a glare, frowning. "i love you."

"mhm, i know!" you smiled at him innocently, which only makes him more annoyed.

"are you angry at me?" chigiri asks with a frown on his face.

"no?" you replied. "i have no reasons to be mad at you, no?"

"then why aren't you saying 'i love you' back to me?" he asks, crossing his arms together.

you suddenly burst out laughing. chigiri's face made you break your character. seeing him look so annoyed for the first time was a funny thing to you, and chigiri could only give you a confused look.

"why're you laughing?" he asks with a huff.

"i'm sorry!" you say in between laughs. "i was just pranking you- pft!" you squat down, covering your face with your hands while you're still laughing.

"huh?"

"i was just pranking you, chigiri! i saw this prank on tiktok once and i wanted to try it on you," you said, breathless from all the laughing. "i didn't expect you to get so annoyed!"

chigiri frowns. "i can't believe you would do that..."

you walked up to him, kissing him on the cheek. "sorry, chigiri. i love you, mkay? i'll get going now."

chigiri nods, giving you his sweet smile. "mhm. have fun, love."

MICHAEL KAISER:

bro would be such a menace when you don't say it back. he would get all pouty and sad even if it was just a joke.

"heyy, why aren't you saying it back?" kaiser says with a pout on his face, pressing his body closer to you. "baby :("

"what?" you asked. "saying what back?"

"i said 'i love you'. did you not hear me say it?" he asks.

"no, i heard you, i said thank you." you replied, giving him the sweetest smile you could muster, despite you being a bit annoyed at how close he is with you. you could barely move with his body pressing close to you.

kaiser grabs your face (gently of course), and forces you to look at him. "say it back, love."

"mm, why?" you teased, barely caring about the prank anymore. you just want to tease kaiser at this point. "i say it to you everyday, don't i? can i not say it back to you just this once?"

kaiser frantically shakes his head. "you have to say it to me at least once every day!"

you quickly break your facade, making it your turn to pout. "i hate you, kaiser," his eyes widened. "this was originally a prank, but you decided to be annoying!"

kaiser laughs. "well, at least i get to hear an 'i love you' from you now, right?"

"no."

"huh?! y/n, baby :("

ITOSHI SAE:

surprisingly, i think sae would be really hurt about it. despite his tough exterior, i find him someone who needs to be reassured every once in a while.

so when you don't say 'i love you' back. he would be really hurt, and would give you the silent treatment.

he does ask you beforehand though. "are you mad at me? did i do something wrong?"

"hm? no. why would i be mad at you?" you asked him, not realizing that sae was hurt by your prank.

"oh." that was all he said and then stayed silent after that.

you got concerned, dropping your prank (which only went on for five minutes). "you okay, sae? you seem down."

"nothing." sae mumbles, but you knew him better than anyone else.

"this can't be just nothing," you said. "tell me."

"it's just," sae starts, refusing to meet your eyes because he feels like it's pathetic of him to ask this question. "you still love me, right?"

"what? of course i do! what made you think i didn't-?" you suddenly stopped, remembering your prank. "oh, sae. that was just a prank! i'm sorry it made you feel this way."

sae frowns. "it was a prank? why would you do that?"

"eh? um, i saw it on tiktok once," you sheepishly answered. "i just wanted to try and do it to you."

sae's frown deepens, and you sighed. "i'm sorry, sae. i love you, mkay? so much."

you kiss him on the lips and he gives you a small smile in return, pulling you closer to him so you guys can cuddle.

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blueparadis · 1 year

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Head empty just needy chigiri, whimpering at every teasing feather light touch chigiri, falls apart at your fingers in his hair moaning when you fucking pull his hair chigiri, needs you right fucking now chigiri-

❝ SAY PLEASE ❞ + CHIGIRI HYOMA.

+. CWs —» f!reader, established relationship, flirting, power dynamics, s&d dynamics, cunnilingus, sensory deprivation, c*m-play; word count —0.9k

+. NOTES —» the way I read this and sat infront of my laptop...yep totally normal about him. !!!!! you can read my works via NAVIGATION LINKS.

The first thing Chigiri did after taking a bath was always to lay down on the couch, and watch his play recordings while sneaking glances at you, watching you all busy in the kitchen or humming and talking to your mom over the phone.

You might not be aware but he is mindful of you all the most minor things about you, the pout you do when you’re talking to your dad is different when you’re arguing with your cousin; he notices, all of it; that might have led him to make an exception today.

Hyoma’s cold wet hands slipped under your top mercilessly as you were busy in the kitchen, his nose grazing the back of your nape, his wet hair tickling your collar as a shiver coarse through your spine. You protest, feebly, “Wh-what’re you doing, Hyoma? I would have hurt myself.”

You shove away his hands and then go back to chopping the vegetables at that very instant. He begrudgingly pulls away but doesn’t leave the place instead he turns on his heel, leans against the countertop, and silently gazes at you crossing his arms as you pay him no heed.

He thinks he could do this all day whereas you cannot; you cannot bear this pin-drop silence accompanied by his piercing stares. “Oh, God! What is it?”, you finally pitch in rolling your eyes out earning slightly puffy cheeks from him.

You secretly blame the dry fruits he was munching. “Nothin’ babe.”, he coos as he finishes the last chew. You scoff and turn around to fetch water for him but he quickly pulls you into his embrace, this time his hands going straight to your chest, your nipples. “Fuck, you sca-ared me.”, you huff.

When you shift your gaze on him with the intent of shooing him away but all that defence melts away the moment you lock eyes with him.

“Did I really?”, he whispers softly against your lips. Your lips part in anticipation of a kiss yet you tend to believe that it is his rough, cold hands roaming all over your body. It is hard to differentiate, really.

“Um-hm.”, you respond curling your arm around his nape, through his hair strands, lips entangling with each other, body gradually turning under the influence, and suddenly you feel him moaning into your mouth, hands squeezing your curves, muscles, and ass-cheeks. There is something about the way he touches you today, it feels relaxing rather than devouring. His touches feel tired but he is not.

Chigiri turns your body against him swiftly, his hands on your waistline, and your hands on his naked chest. He chases your lips and you keep moving away until he rests his head against your neckline, chuckling, and saying, “Y/n, what’re you doing?” You put your index on his wet lips saying, “Nothin’ babe.”, quirking an eyebrow and earning a click of the tongue followed by a smirk from him.

“So, you wanna do this in a long way?”, he utters meekly as he kisses your pointing finger, eyes closing as he sucks it in. You let out a long sigh watching him suck once your finger and then you rub his lips, rough enough to earn a gasp.

He squeezes you in more making you graze against his groin, letting you feel his hard-on. “Ya’know we’ve guest- “Yeah! I know”, he finishes your sentence pushing you against the counter so as to go down on him.

But you stop him; grab his wrist so as to guide him to the wetting warmth in between your thighs. “Fuck, babe. You’re so wet.”, he rasps. His fingers skillfully rubbing your entrance making your toe curl, mouth open ajar, and breathing becoming irregular.

Your hands run over your body from over your belly to your waist to your boobs grabbing them as he slows down the pace of his fingers. He has not even put it in, not yet.

But watching you arch Chigiri’s lips involuntarily crash against yours. His slick fingers travel back, under your top so as to support you while his other hand desperately slips into your pussy making you jolt and bite his lip in turn. Generally, he pulls away when you bite him, on his lips but today he sucked your lips, biting and then slowly releasing.

His eyes never leave yours, even if you cannot seem to maintain eye contact throughout. He quickens his pace of fingers as he breaks the kiss, breathing heavily, muttering, “Today.. I missed you, ya’know. at the game.ya’aren’t there…” and he trails off as your soft palms that were rested on his chest, slowly travels to his shoulders, gripping and scratching as he keeps fingering you; murmuring, “i wanted to see you. give you the taste of victory ya’know.”

You lick your lips as one of your hands aids to his bulge. The moment you touch his cock, and curl your fingers around his member, his pace grew stronger.

You slowly stroke him, making him whimper, moan and not speak anymore. your palm skims through his hair to pull him in, for a kiss but he is fast and more precise than you. Moaning into his mouth, you grip his hair strands as you relish in your orgasm.

Chigiri doesn’t move, doesn’t let go of the hand he has on the valley of your waist, not until you open your eyes, release his hair, and watch his lovesick eyes glued on you. “Fuck, baby.”, he utters as he licks his fingers saying, “play with my hair when I go down on you next time.”

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wolfiesmoon · 2 months

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Little reminders

Chigiri x gn!reader

guess who's writing for bllk again

turns out i kinda forgot that i'm in the bllk fandom sorry about that guys anyways want sum chigiri fluff

(man i want to write for chigiri much more in the future he's so silly and kissable to me)

"What are these?"

"Flowers, duh. Are you blind?" you didn't mean to be so sassy at the moment, but his totally confused reaction about the flowers annoyed you.

"I know they're flowers. I was asking more in a 'why are you giving them to me' sense." Chigri sassed you back, and honestly, you wouldn't have it any other way even if you were slightly offended right now.

"What? Can't I just give my princess flowers when I feel like it?" you smiled mischeviously at your choice of petname, pushing the flowers to his chest so he was forced to take them.

"Not with that petname..." he sighed, taking the flowers out of your hands. He didn't particularly take offense to you calling him that but he would have preferred a more gender neutral petname.

"Why not? You remind me of one." you imagined Chigiri in a pretty pink princess dress in your mind and giggled at the mental image.

"Why are you giggling now...? I don't recall saying or doing something funny." he looked unamused, and you have a feeling he would be even less amused if you told him what you were actually laughing about.

"Nothing, nothing." an awkward silence fell between the two of you after you said that.

When you passed by the flower shop today and saw flowers that reminded you of Chigiri, you decided to buy them impulsively.

You didn't really think much beyond that. What could you possibly continue the conversation with?

"They reminded me of you. The flowers." you blurted out without thinking, cringing at yourself instantly after doing so.

"How?" Chigiri inspected the boquet in his hands. The flowers were pretty and all, but he didn't really get how they screamed 'Chigiri Hyoma' to you. But he wanted to know. Really bad.

"How? Their color reminds me of your pretty, sparkling eyes, and the petals are all shiny and thick like your hair AND kinda remind me of your eyelashes and the leaves are so lean and 'speedy-looking' and it reminds me of how fast you run, and-"

Your mouth was suddenly being covered by a smooth finger, and you made a strange noise upon being stopped mid-sentence.

"Alright, I get it. Don't start making an entire ode to my beauty here." He says so, but his cheeks are turning pink and the blush is spreading rapidly.

"Thank you. For the flowers, and the... compliments." He smiled down at the flowers, and then shifted his gaze back to you. Now he's viewing the random gift of flowers totally differently.

"Tell me not to do it." You gently moved his hand off your mouth. God, you were holding back so hard from kissing him all over it wasn't even funny.

"Don't do it?" Chigiri answered in confusion, gripping the boquet slightly harder.

"Not convincing enough. Get ready for... KISSING ATTACK!!!" you threw yourself onto him, peppering kisses all over his pretty face.

"Ack! Hey, you're-" he didn't exactly have an opening to get a few words in, so he submitted to his fate.

Not that it was a bad one. He enjoyed it far too much.

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saetoshi · 1 year

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“it’s rude to stare.”

you blink, a startled gasp slips past your lips. chigiri frowns at you.

you raise your notebook to shield your face from his glare, “i know.”

“then why have you been staring at me for the past ten minutes?”

you peer at him behind your notebook. “because you’re pretty.”

his face flushes. you chuckle when you notice the shy expression that’s on his face. he looks prettier when he’s blushing, you note. he hides his face behind his hands.

you gently call out his name, dropping your notebook back on the table. he lowers his hands from his face, cheeks ablaze. you smile at him. his face burns bright even more.

“it’s polite to say thank you after a compliment,” you tease.

he glares at you. “it’s also polite not to stare, but whatever.”

you roll your eyes, hands reaching out over the table. chigiri looks at your outstretched hands, then glances back up at you with a confused expression.

“gimme your hands.”

his eyes widen and he quickly shakes his head. you click your tongue, a pout settling on your lips.

“why not?”

a shy expression settles on his face, “you’ll just keep staring at me.”

“so?” you gently grab one of his hands, “you deserve to be admired.”

his ears flush. he looks away, chewing his bottom lip. (still, he lowers his other hand into yours.)

“hyoma.”

he turns his face away from you, hiding behind his hair. he shrinks in his chair when your thumbs trace patterns over his knuckles.

“hyoma,” he feels like his whole body is burning when you softly call out his name, “look at me.”

he peeks at you behind his hair. he slowly turns to face you, eyes glassy and a pout on his lips.

you smile, “you’re the prettiest ever.”

“you’re cruel.” he sniffles.

you blink, tilting your head in confusion.

“you keep complimenting me a lot lately,” he leans against his chair, “and you haven’t given me a chance to compliment you back.”

the corners of his lips quirk up teasingly, “you’re also supposed to be studying.”

“i studied plenty,” you huff. “besides, telling you you’re pretty is a far better way to spend my time.”

there’s a small pause as he laces his fingers with yours, gently squeezing your hand. he looks at you, eyes full of warmth. “the moon and stars pale in comparison to your beauty.”

(his voice wavers when he says it, face bright red. he’s not sure how he managed to say it without cringing.)

he laughs when he sees your wide eyes. he playfully kicks you under the table. you stare at the wall behind him, gaping.

“if you’re going to compliment someone,” he teasingly smiles when you look at him, “do it right.”

you laugh in disbelief, “are you trying to seduce me?”

he shifts in his seat, “is it working?”

“maybe.” you grin, “you should keep trying just to be sure.”

he rolls his eyes. you stick your tongue out at him.

“you’re incorrigible.” he shakes his head.

you smile, “i try.”

“if i keep complimenting you,” he tucks his hair behind his ear, “will you keep studying?”

you make a face. “we’ll see.”

“ok, then,” his eyes sparkle with determination,“prepare be to swept off your feet!”

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gojoroui · 4 months

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hello everything is fine? If requests are open I would like to know if you can write headcanons for the blue lock boys (isagi, rin, barou, chigiri and bachira) with a female reader who is a famous volleyball player? (if it doesn't matter if accepting this request could make the reader look like the female version of satoro gojo from jjk?) Thank you in advance.

W/ FAMOUS VOLLEYBALL PLAYER

cw. established relationship, blue lock x fem! reader, headcannon, reader is a famous volleyball player, reader is kinda like gojo?, definitely not proofread

note. i sat in my chair for 5 hours for 5 days straight just pondering what to write 😭 anyhow, im good :) my apologies for the delay and lack of info — i didn’t know what to put and im so so so unsatisfied :( i hope you still like it!

isagi is a very supportive boyfriend when it comes to you. buying tickets and going to your games — he’ll often times get spotted at the end of games to hug and congratulate you. you both enjoy teaching each other your sports — soccer and volleyball — it always ends with a few bruised knees and hands, but you two will do it nonetheless. in the end, you two pretty much mastered each other’s sport. even though he’s not as tall as the average volleyball player — for men — he is still very skilled. he probably gives the tightest hugs when you run up to him and tell that you won — how supportive. hence, he literally gives the best princess treatment ever; he will give you a bath, cook you dinner, buy you the most expensive clothing and jewelry, it goes on.

rin and you are quite a couple to behold. because you two play sports, you both are very tall and well built. although when you wear heels, you look way taller and older than him. rin mostly stays outside— away from the crowd during your games, but he’ll always be there once you’re finished to support and show his love. you sometimes tease him about — making him rolling his eyes. since your famous, you often have cameras around you when your in public — rin likes to avoid being on screen at all times. and you notice that — talking to your manager to lower the possibility of cameras recording you. on most days, he seems quite impatient to get home, behind this is that he wants to see you and see you practice — with you hair tied up and sweat rolling down your face. but he’s always give you the best treatment once your done.

barou is selfish when it comes to your appearance. he likes bragging to his friends about how lucky he is to have someone tall and beautiful as you. during games, he occasionally shouts and screams — it’s his way to support, gotta understand that — he loves you that much to scream in a crowd and say “i love you! i believe in you!” a supportive boyfriend, although doesn’t find much in the sport you play. but he still helps you practice no matter what!

chigiri helps you prepare for your game and you do the same. he’s a pretty fast - learner and definitely enjoys playing volleyball. he makes a few mistakes here and there, but you help him improve — which ends with a skilled chigiri. he obviously joins your game and cheer for you. unlike the rest, he like sitting from the stadium and watch as you smile and celebrate with your teammates. you end spotting him staring at you — making him blush. at the end of the day, you both enjoy a warm bath and meal. enjoying each other’s company and presence.

bachira is your biggest supporter. the second you tell him that you play volleyball, he goes crazy and starts bombarding you if you could teach him how to play. they’re questions, but he makes no room for that and his questions turn into statements. in the end, you give in and teach him to play. you’re quite impressed to see how easily he went from being a complete noob to a professional. maybe a little too happy once he knows how to play — ends up buying multiple different volleyballs and even a few nets to play in your backyard. he’s definitely the first person to arrive at your game, getting the best seat to watch you. cheering and clapping while he watches your graceful steps. literally a child running up to you and hugging and congratulating you.

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kitorin · 11 months

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paper flowers

makes them for you ! (fails miserably)

saw a tiktok / instagram reel of someone making them for their boyfriend, immediately wanted to give it a go and amaze you, so he rushes to the nearest craft store, buying any paper products that have your favourite colour and shades. he's really ambitious about this project; he extensively researches bouquets and searches the internet for origami tutorials to recreate the prettiest bouquets, except one thing. he can't do origami for shit. he's never even succeeded in even making a simple crane, or the basic arts and crafts from kindergarten. as he struggles with even just pre-creasing, his panic nurtures as well, sweat trickling down his forehead and realizing this was a lot harder than expected. he's a professional soccer player yet he still can't fold paper as instructed. no youtube tutorial or origami book can save him and whatever he managed to create. he's a stuttering mess when you walk into the abomination he's created, all red and embarrassed when you giggle at his efforts of impressing you

isagi yoichi, kunigami rensuke, kurona ranze, zantetsu tsurugi, tokimitsu aoshi, oliver aiku

makes them for you, and is amazing at it

absolutely despised how you looked and how he felt when you noticed that the flowers he got you were beginning to wilt, that's when he decided to make paper ones so you'll never have to be disappointed about his flowers dying again. in fact he chooses the bouquet that had wilted away to recreate, finds out the exact name of each flower and a respective origami tutorial for each one. he's a perfectionist; a squash fold wasn't executed seamlessly? he now has a new sheet of paper. pre-crease wasn't strong enough? in the bin it goes (don't worry he's environmentally friendly and recycles everything). hours, days, even weeks are dedicated to this ambitious project of his, you, his perfect lover deserves the most perfect flowers. to top it off he attaches a little note, with his best handwriting, saying "i will love you til the day these flowers wilt away." a prideful smirk appears on his lips when he sees your joyful reaction to the gift, and he plans to make more in the future. (also becomes a hobby and a nice way to destress for him)

itoshi rin, yukimiya kenyu, barou shouei, otoya eita, chigiri hyoma, karasu tabito

makes them with you

proposes making flowers together after the ones that he got you had withered away, buys paper with both of your favourite shades and colours, and researches tutorials for all the flowers you love. hours are spent in your living room, carefully observing youtube videos and laughing together at your mistakes and realizations. it becomes a new pastime for him, even after this project he still offers to learn more origami together. they're not particularly amazing at origami, you aren't either, but neither of you care, it's what you made together.

hiori yo (but he'd be really good at it), julian loki, nanase nijiro, raichi jingo

he doesn't make them, you make them for him

flowers never meant shit to them. he's received them all his life for his achievements, their monetary value was non existent to them and he finds it stupid to purchase something that just withers away eventually. so when you gift them a bouquet of origami flowers, he's literally smitten. your flowers can't compare to all the extravagant bouquets he's received, yours were arranged with effort and created with love, that can't compare to money in any way. he basically worships these flowers, keeps them in his display case with his soccer trophies (heck he'd move some out to make space for it), because to him your flowers are just as valuable, in fact, probably even more. he really doesn't care if you're amazing at origami or can barely fold a crane, no matter how your flowers turned out he'd still treasure them.

itoshi sae, michael kaiser, mikage reo

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venusxstars · 11 months

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𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏 𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏 ⸻ nsfw.

chigiri hyoma × fem!reader

keynotes ⸻ dom chigiri hyoma. clit rubbing. fingering. dirty talk. praise. squirting. aftercare. wherein your boyfriend catches you reading smut.

venus' note ⸻ he's so beautiful. pretty pretty princess has a place in my heart <33 i'm also in love with him.

'RELAX, BABY. LET ME DO ALL THE WORK.' She shudders as his voice—as deep and raspy as the ocean that crashes against the sandy shores—whisper against the shell of her ear.

You feel a slight heat building between your legs as your eyes rapidly consume the words printed on the book's pages, biting your lip a little in need.

His hands are wandering, like a sailor floating on the sea, and discovering every part of her body. She feels it as his slender finger touches the valley between her hip, sliding against the hardened, slick nub carefully as if he was afraid the might break her—touching it delicately like a wet flower's bud and feeling its softness rub against his fingers. A soft moan leaves her—

"What are you reading?" Your heart drops beneath your chest as your boyfriend's voice suddenly spills into the room's initial empty silence. You shut your book immediately and look at your boyfriend who was standing behind you.

He had his brow raised and his arms crossed, but with the way you see the slight quirk at the corner of his lips, you know that he knows what you were reading.

"So?" He chuckles, glancing down at the book in your hands before snatching it quickly. You try to retrieve the book desperately but he pulls it away from your reach. He opens the page you were on earlier and began reading it softly, mumbling the words under his breath with his eyes concentrated on the page. And with each word that rolls smoothly out of his lips, you bite your lip harder in embarrassment.

"Do you like how my fingers feel, baby? You're so fucking wet." Your boyfriend glances up at you while reading the line, his voice dipping down teasingly.

"H-Hyoma—" You stutter, listening to his low voice reading the erotic dialogues.

He tears his eyes away from the book to look at you properly. "You like this stuff?" He closes the book momentarily with his finger inserted between the pages to mark where he was previously reading. "It's... well, something"

"Hyoma!" You hit his shoulder lightly, feeling a little annoyed at his teasing. He had just disturbed you while you were immersed into reading the best part of the book. The heat you felt from earlier was still quite there and it burned even more with each word that he softly uttered as he teasingly read to you.

He raises his hand up in surrender. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry." He walks around the couch to sit beside you, pressing his lips against your cheek gently.

You huff out a little at his attempt at apologizing, but it still works nevertheless. You lean your head against his shoulder and press against his side more.

Not even a few minutes pass until he's talking again.

"Say... why don't we read it together, hm?" His voice dips a little deeply as he brushes his lips against your ear. "I like a good book too, you know?"

"W-What... but it's—" You halt, squirming in place awkwardly and looking down at his hands. His right hand holds the book with his index finger still tucking between the page. He begins to open it again, eyeing you momentarily. He places it in your hands.

"Come on" He hums nonchalantly, leaning his head on top of yours. "Read it."

You snap your gaze towards him with wide eyes. "O-Out loud?"

"It's easier to follow that way, isn't it?" He chuckles before pointing at the last paragraph that he was reading.

You notice how his hand other slowly travels down your bare thigh, squeezing the flesh, causing you to gasp quietly. His finger lightly traces a heart on your skin and it almost tickles you across the process while your heart beats faster under your chest.

"H-Hyoma..."

"Come on, baby." He repeats the nickname of the characters in the book. "Read it for me."

Reluctantly, you begin to read. Your words tumble out clumsily and quietly past your lips, jaw stuttering from time to time with each dirty description read out loud. You shiver when your boyfriend's fingers move up from your thigh, nearing the edge of your underwear.

He hums with his lips near your ear. "Mhm? Keep going"

You stutter again, halting when his finger stretches the band of your underwear and releases it with a quiet snap! You jolt with the hairs around your body rising and the heat between your legs pooling up more and more. The added sensations and the erotic words that leave your lips seem to rapidly make you feel needy all the more.

"And then? How did he do it, baby?" He asks breathily against your ear. You could hear his heart beating rapidly underneath his chest as well and how heavy he was breathing.

"H-His fingers continue rub against h-her clit—" You stumble over your words and moan when you feel your boyfriend move your underwear to the side to gently rub your swollen nub. He gathers the wetness seeping down from you pussy and rubs it up towards your clit, circling gently.

"Like this?" He asks with a muffled rasp. He halts his movements when you moan. He coos mockingly against your ear. "Keep reading, baby. Otherwise, I wouldn't know what to do."

"H-Haah— H-Hyoma..." Your brows furrow as you desperately look down onto the book to read just to make him continue his motions. "H-He slowly pushes a finger in a-and she feels her walls clamp d-down around— a-ah!"

You halt again when you feel your boyfriend begin ease his middle finger inside you. You twitch, throwing your head back a little against the rest.

"Continue, baby." He requests softly, moaning beside your ear. "C'mon, you can do it. Your pussy's so wet already. Want to feel you more."

You nod shakily, pulling your gaze down onto the book in your hands. Your knuckles tense as you hold the book tightly, almost clumping the edges of the paper.

"H-He— He begins to move his finger deeper before curling it a little to touch the upper w-walls—" You moan as your boyfriend does the exact same thing. The tip of his finger hits a sensitive spot inside you, so you close your eyes tightly and drop the book onto the floor. "H-Hyoma, c-can't go on. Please do something—"

He groans at your words and begin thrusting his finger in and out of your wet pussy; a pool of thick, transparent substance coating his finger. It allows his finger to move in easier as he occasionally curls it to repeatedly touch your sensitive g-spot.

"Fuck, baby. Look how nicely my finger's thrusting inside of you" He groans out deeply, watching his finger go in and out of your pussy. "So fucking wet for me, hm? You get off reading dirty little things like a naughty girl, hm?"

He brings his thumb up to rub your clit as he thrusts his middle finger into you a little faster. Your lips part, pushing your head back against the rest as you spread your legs more. You groan in frustration when he halts his movements to quickly take off your underwear and throwing it against the floor. But it doesn't take long for him to shove his finger in again with the same intensity and same rhythm as he tries to push you towards your high.

His thrusts grow faster, almost slamming finger knuckles-deep inside you. Each impact causes a shock of pleasure to travel through your belly. His thumb goes back to rubbing against your clit, and so you arch into his touch more, moaning loudly.

"Mhm, baby. Bet you feel so good right now, hm?" His words are breathless and a little shaky. "Love hearing your moans while I fuck you with my finger. How much louder will you get if I fuck you with my cock?"

His words shoot right to your pussy as your clit hardens. You throw your hands onto your breasts under your shirt, pinching and rolling your nipples before rubbing the puffy buds up and down with your middle fingers.

His pinkish-ruby eyes stare down at your appearance with palpable lust. "Shit, you look so cute right now. So pretty while fondling with your tits like that."

His finger thrusts against your sensitive spot repeatedly and you twitch.

"Gonna cum, baby? Go on and cum—" Your pussy pulses repeatedly around his finger before liquid gushes out, spraying onto his arm and hands. His eyes widen at the sight of you squirting. He rides out your orgasm with more slow rhythmic thrusts, watching the liquid squirt out bit my bit every time he pulls his finger back. "Shiiit! Oh yeah baby, look at that— she's gushing for me."

You twitch as you slowly come down from your high and as the last drops of liquid spilling out of you. You breathe in and out deeply, falling against your boyfriend's shoulder limply, thighs twitching every now and then.

"Let me get you a towel, okay?" He takes a pillow and places it beside you so you could lean onto it before standing up. He comes back and begins wiping your legs before moving to wipe your inner thighs gently. He folds it neatly and grabs your underwear on the floor, tucking it between the folded towel. He throws the cloths onto the wash before coming back to sit beside you.

"Thanks, Hyoma." You breathe out with a small smile.

He winks. "So... you read erotica, huh?"

"Shut up."

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megu-nya · 11 months

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★·.·´ SHE LIKE TO DRESS UP, I KNOW `·.·★

★ ¦ ft: hyoma chigiri :: rensuke kunigami :: tabito karasu

★ ¦ tw: nsfw :: fem!reader :: role play :: doctor x patient :: nipple play :: teacher x student :: degrading :: boss x employee

★·.·´ HYOMA CHIGIRI `·.·★

"So? What brought you here today?", he asked you, watching as you sat down on the bed, he himself placed in his chair in front of his desk, one knee over another and his hands placed on them. "Well doc, you see, I have this stinging pain in my chest that just won't go away...", you said, shyness taking over you. Even if you agreed to this little role play, it still made you nervous. Maybe even more nervous than when you had your first time.

"Hm, I see...", Hyoma said, bringing his hand up to his face and covering parts of his chin and mouth as if he was thinking about what could've caused the "stinging pain" in your chest. He sighed before he spoke again. "I have to examine you before I can make a further diagnosis."

You looked at him and could see a little smirk plastering his face. Alone the thought of what will happen aroused him, the buldge in his pants clearly visible. You gulped as he stepped closer and instructed you to lay down on your bed.

"I need you to remove your shirt and bra", he told you and you did as he said, bare chest now on full display for him as he got onto bed too and hovered over you, examining your body with his eyes thorougly. "I will now start to touch your chest area. If something hurts or is uncomfortable, tell me right away", he said, a real hint of concern in his voice, noticing the way your hands trembled from nervousness. You just nodded, a sigh escpaing your mouth when his warm hands found their way onto your breasts, skillful fingers flicking over your hardened nipples, elicting a mewl from you.

"Are you feeling any discomfort?", your boyfriend, or rather doctor, asked you, the buldge in his pants making his mind all fuzzy, but he had to hold back. He cannot fuck you, not yet. He had to keep this on for a little longer. He watched as you shook your head and bit down on your lip, not saying a word, letting him do as he pleased.

★·.·´ RENSUKE KUNIGAMI `·.·★

"I didn't agree on giving you private lessons for you to be like that. You really are good at nothing", he growled, rolling his eyes at the way your ass grinded against his crotch, desperate to get some sort of relieve. "Can't concentrate on this like you're supposed to? Such a slut you are", he whispered into your ear, making your pussy clench around nothing, your grinding becoming even harder, feelings his dick twitch at the friction.

"You know, me making you sit in my lap was actually to keep an eye on you", he groaned, a big fat smirk plastering his face. "Are you that desperate to get off from your teachers dick? - fuck!", he gritted through his teeth, your grinding becoming wilder and wilder with every second passing, making his head spin in ecstasy, his dick aching for relieve. He had to punish you for that.

With one swift movement he removed you from his lap and bent you over the table, lifting your skirt and admiring the big wet patch on your panties. You really were a desperate girl. Soon you heard the sound of his belt getting removed. You thought he was ready to fuck your brains out, but your "teacher" had other plans. A yelp left your mouth when you felt the belt getting whipped onto your ass, a red stripe getting imprinted on the soft flesh.

"Thought you'd get my cock, huh?", he mocked you, exactly knowing what you were thinking seconds ago, before he whipped you. As if to empathise his words he did it again, this time a cry out of pain escaping your mouth, tears forming at the corner of your eyes. But that didn't stop Rensuke. No, in fact, it fueled him even more.

At first he wasn't fond of this sort of role play but now his mind can only think about keeping up this role of authority he played.

★·.·´ TABITO KARASU `·.·★

"You know that your preformce has decreased in the past weeks?", he asked you, one hand resting on the table and the other one on his hip, flexing his muscular arms as he held up almost his whole weight with it, a grin adorning his face at the way you looked at his arm and hand, veins becoming more prominent than ever, making your mouth water and your pussy contract. You gave him a nod as answer.

"It's so bad, that I considered firing you. But even if your performance has been shit, you're one of our most reliable and trustworthy employees. What are we gonna do about that...?", he continued to explain, mind unable to focus on anything else than his muscles in the tight, white dress shirt he was wearing, sleeves rolled up until his biceps, the three most upper buttons not closed, revealing his chisled chest, shirt stretched into his dress pants. He was surely a feast for the eyes.

"I'll do anything, sir! Please don't fire me!", you practically begged him, his gaze wandering up and down your body, admiring your breasts in the blouse you were wearing, your skirt having inched up your thighs and exposing them, even almost showing the lacy underwear you were wearing.

"Anything you say...", he more said to himself than to you, but you still nodded as a response, the smirk he had on the whole time now becoming more devilish in nature, his eyes dark. "Get on the floor", he ordered you and without a second thought you obliged, doing as he said. Sitting there you looked up at him, eyes widening when you noticed his hands reaching for his belt and unbuckling it, tossing it to the side and unzipping his dress pants, letting them fall down onto the floor with a thud.

Your mouth began to water at the sight of his boner getting restrained from his underwear, a wet patch having formed on the dark blue fabric. "I think you know what you're supposed to do now", he said, looking down at you, unbuttoning his dress shirt in the process, but not taking it off. Your eyes were practically glued onto him, wandering from his chest down to his abs and further down, following his happy trail to the hem of his underwear, fingers hooking into the waistband, and pulling it down, read to take all of his length.

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cheqorb · 11 days

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OMG HIII I JUST READ YOUR MERMAID POST AND CHIGIRI IS SO MMMHHM?!!!!!!!

can i request some drabbles / headcanons on expanding on the chigiri mermaid one PLSS 🙏🙏🙏 i love ur work REMEMBER TO STAY HYDRATED

MER-LOVE, 1.2 ft. chigiri hyoma

mermaid au! chigiri with a researcher! reader

warnings: none

notes: i’m glad you like my writing, thanks for requesting anon! you stay hydrated as well. also LOVEEE chigiri, sorry the hcs are so short and honestly shitty!! again, sorry for lack of actual posts everyone, i’ve just been tired and not in the mood to write a lot anymore.

mer-love! masterlist here !

answering your question previously, CHIGIRI got the scar from an accident a while back. it doesn’t necessarily stand out, nor does it make him look any less gorgeous than he already does; but he still prefers to leave it out of sight for most people. he only lets you see it because you offered to check up on him and he’ll gladly take up more of your time. in truth, he thinks it’s a little funny to see the others seething in the corner at how your attention is solely on him.

he is willing to hang out with you and others merfolk that he likes though, including but not limited to: isagi, bachira, kunigami, etc. much to your surprise (considering how different their personalities are), he gets along with barou and nagi too.

his jealousy is more tame in comparison to some mermen, but get the right person to rile him up just enough…

chigiri gets kinda sad if you only think of him as some brooding/moody guy, he could be just a cheerful as someone like bachira if he really wanted to!!

also hair products is an obvious one, no pretty/glittering bottles of hair care are safe from his wrath. it all started when he sees you carrying some bottles into the ship and once you explain what they were for, he eagerly asks to use one. i mean, can you blame him? it smells wonderful and makes his hair look fabulous. he isn’t so desperate as to steal them, but he does show up every once in a while and just, expects you to bring one to him.

he also lets you braid, style, and comb his hair sometimes. keep the scissors away though. it’s always nice trying out different hairstyles with him, makes him happy and cuter than ever!

his love for cats would also carry over to this au i imagine, if you’ve got pictures of a cat on your phone he’ll scroll through them for hours on end. even better, if you manage to sneak a cat aboard your ship? he’s fawning all over it. when nobody’s around, chigiri sometimes babytalks to it. probably wouldn’t even care if it bit a chunk of his tail off, it’s far too adorable and sweet-looking.

would he be the type to give gifts? not nearly as much as reo, but typically he’ll give you a nice flower for special occasions. if he’s feeling extra bold; he’ll even place it behind your ear with the charming smile he’s always got.

#[ 𐙚 ] CHEQ. — writing #[ 𐙚 ] CHEQ. — bllk #[ 𐙚 ] CHEQ. — mer-love!#blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x reader #blue lock imagines #chigiri x reader #chigiri hyoma x reader #chigiri x you #chigiri hyoma x you

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adoringsuga · 1 year

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— ruin our friendship.

⭑ featuring. chigiri hyoma

⭑ content. fem!reader, chigiri gets jelly lol, kissing that gets a little heated so be warned, several isagi mentions (& cameo!) bc i love him, & cursing

⭑ word count. 2.3k

⭑ summary. chigiri hyoma, plain and simple, is your best friend in the whole wide world. your relationship is as uncomplicated as can be; yet, after you ask a presumably innocent question about a friend of his, something comes to light that changes everything...

⭑ notes. omg this is like my first post ever so…hello (≧∀≦)!! this is also like?!??! my first fanfic ever so... lollll... it's honestly so short so i didn't even know what to even write for the summary... anywho! hope u enjoy!! hopefully there will be more to come b/c super obsessed w blue lock rn ngl

“Your hair is so soft,” you murmur mostly to yourself, fingers combing through soft, cherry-red strands, gently untangling any knots you come across with a care reserved solely for the boy currently resting his head in your lap.

Hyoma only hums appreciatively, hyper-focused on the TV in front of you two, sporadically tapping his fingers on your thigh when something of note occurs on the screen. He had turned on some old football game of his when he had invaded your apartment—unannounced, you may add,—around an hour ago. And, before you could utter a single word of complaint about his choice of entertainment, he quickly began haughtily sprouting some bullshit about having to study his old match so he could be aware of what to improve on to better his techniques and what a shame it would be if his team were to lose because someone was to interfere with his review.

Personally, you think he only said that so you wouldn’t change it to this new movie—or, ‘the overly sweet and annoying chick flick’ as Chigiri has lovingly dubbed it—you’ve been dying to watch for weeks now.

Asshole Hyoma, you think a little bitterly, It’s your apartment, you should be able to choose what you can watch or not.

(But, as your eyes flicker to the intense concentration alit on his face, the way he scrutinizes every move, every pass, every shot with an acute focus you find weirdly endearing [and oddly attractive, to your growing horror], you can’t help but think maybe this is fine for now. Maybe.

Maybe football isn’t too bad, you muse, actively ignoring the infinitesimal flush that rises to your cheeks.)

Bored of simply threading your fingers through his strands, you begin to separate his hair into chunks, intertwining the strands once you’ve deemed you’ve parted the hair neatly enough for a loose braid.

You’ve always thought that Hyoma’s hair was inexplicably beautiful, much like the rest of him. Delicate features combined with a lithe yet toned body made him increasingly popular with the female and male demographic of soccer fans (and non-fans as well), especially as his popularity grew and grew with each match he was featured in.

You, simply, admired his beauty for what it was: graceful and elegant, never perceiving him in the lustful light most fans of his had taken to since his debut, (although you would be lying if you said a part of hadn’t slowly begun to see him in a light less than platonic since the start of the year or so).

(These feelings, truthfully, make you want to crawl into a hole and die).

Shaken from your train of thought when a loud cheer erupts from the speakers, your eyes flit up at the TV briefly, blinking in surprise when someone of note catches your eye. You can’t help but gape, fingers stilling from your steadfast braiding as you let out a low whistle, gaze fixed upon the TV.

Even though it makes your heart pang painfully in your chest, you know Hyoma will never see you the way you see him, so, you might as well try and get over him now.

And, without a doubt, you think that the forward on your TV can definitely help with that.

“Whoa,” you mutter, in genuine awe at the gorgeous boy on screen. “Hey, hey, Chigirin,” your words are coupled with a few pokes to his cheek, and he turns his head slightly to look up at you once you’ve finished your ministrations, letting out an inquisitive hum with a raised eyebrow.

“Who’s that?” you question as soon as he peers up at you, pointing at the midnight-haired boy with glimmering deep blue eyes on the TV, eyes gleaming with interest.

“… Why.” Is all he simply says once he sees who it is, voice carefully level and gaze clouded with something you can’t quite place.

“Because he’s cute,” you answer, immediate and truthful, with an almost ariose cadence to your words. You pause for a moment, intently studying the midnight-haired boy, who, at the moment, is currently celebrating a vivacious goal when it all suddenly clicks. “Hey, wait, isn’t that Isagi-san? And aren’t you playing his team next week? Do you think you can get me his number?”

(Embarrassingly, a part you blindly hopes that Hyoma will say say no, so you can overanalyze the meaning behind such an act and further fuel your delusions that Hyoma was definitely into you just as you were to him.

And, hey, who can blame you? Getting over a guy like Hyoma is an agonizing endeavor, so sue you for trying to enjoy your delusions for a bit more before it all comes crashing down and you’re once again stuck in the role of his supportive best friend.

Forced to be something you wished you weren’t. His best friend. Only his best friend.)

Hyoma abruptly sits up from your lap, and you let out a little yelp at the suddenness of it, eyebrows furrowed. His curtain of hair hides his face from your puzzled gaze, and you tilt your head a millimeter to the right, curious.

(The strands of hair you had been braiding loosen at the movement, and eventually unravel unceremoniously after a second passes.

You’re slightly dismayed at the fact.)

Suddenly, a chill runs down your spine, and, for some inane reason, you feel as though you’ve fucked up.

“U-uhm, Chigirin,” you begin awkwardly, suddenly frantic to fill the uneasy, growing hush because truthfully, Hyoma’s unexplainable silence is really starting to weird you out. You’re about to sprout some bullshit about something your statistics professor said the other day, when, all of sudden, you’re on your back, the air knocked out of your lungs and mouth agape in shock.

Pink eyes simply stare down at you, unblinking and almost bored.

“H-Hyoma…?” you manage to stutter out after a long moment, face impossibly red as the boy in question leans over you, the heat of his breath ghosting over your lips. You lay limp, hyper-aware of the fact that even if you did want to move, you wouldn’t be able to as your wrists are being held securely in place by one of Hyoma’s hands. You vaguely wonder if it’s bad that this mere fact gives you butterflies.

(You never use his given name, and Hyoma feels a sick sense of satisfaction curl in his belly at the melodic chime of it.)

You’re warm all over, yet Hyoma seems entirely unphased; even though if he were to only move a mere inch or two, your lips would surely touch.

The thought causes something to thrum in your stomach, makes it tighten in apt anticipation and your breath catch in your throat. I can’t do this, you think, nearly hysteric. It’s all too much, and you turn your face to the side, unable to meet his piercing gaze any longer lest you confess to something you know you’ll regret immediately. Though, with the movement, your gaze somehow catches the TV once more, and there, in all his spectacular glory, is Isagi Yoichi, grinning handsomely with navy blue eyes burning with unabashed determination, calculating and undeniably resolute.

His focused gaze is locked right onto the camera, and his eyes bore intensely into yours as if you’re right there in front of him, as if he could plainly reach out and touch you.

(Oh goodness. Your delusions are growing worse and worse by the day.)

Hyoma growls, seemingly aware of what has currently captured your attention, and purses his lips as though he has just eaten something rotten.

“Don’t look at him.” He demands suddenly, using his thumb and forefinger to gently yet firmly hold your chin, tilting it in a way that ensures your gaze is set on him and only him. “Don’t look at Isagi. Don’t look at anyone else. Look at me.”

“I… what? Hyoma… What do you… ?”

“Can’t you see?” he snaps, almost furious. “I’m in love with you. I have been since I met you. I was fine not saying anything before, but I refuse to lose you to Isagi too.”

Your heart stops. Everything simply stops. Have you been in an accident? And is this simply your unconscious mind attempting to soothe you with what you’ve always dreamed of most? But it can’t be, because you can feel the searing warmth that permeates from his skin, can count every eyelash and every light, scattered freckle, can smell the addicting cologne you mentioned liking to him offhandedly months ago because a guy in your class was wearing it, and so many other things that disproves your accident theory fully.

This is real. This is happening.

Chigiri Hyoma is in love with you?

“You’re in love with me?” you echo in disbelief and rose buds bloom on the crests of Hyoma’s cheeks as he nods adamantly, the hand grasping your chin drifting up to cup your cheek instead.

Somehow, it’s that second, silent confirmation that truly affirms it for you.

Chigiri Hyoma, the perpetual thorn in your side and your best friend in the whole wide world, is in love with you.

Your heart leaps, before it swells. Chigiri Hyoma is in love with you, and he says it as though it is an undeniable fact.

Chigiri Hyoma is in love with you. He’s in love with you.

You feel dizzy at the news, everything fuzzy and muddled except for Hyoma himself, who looks to be growing increasingly nervous and tense with each passing second of silence from yourself.

I should probably say something, you think in a haze.

But, you can’t think of anything that could adequately describe the emotions you’re feeling at the moment, so you simply lift your head and softly graze your lips with his, taking in shocked, pink eyes before crashing your lips together fully. Hyoma makes a small noise of surprise, before melting into it, letting go of your wrists and instead taking your face tenderly with calloused hands, rough against petal-soft skin.

He’s practically on top of you now, but you can’t find it in yourself to care- using your newly freed hands to run your fingers through his hair, to grasp at his face, his waist, and anywhere else you can reach.

It’s not the best kiss, per se- your teeth knock together more than once in a way that causes a dull ache, and mortifying sounds keep escaping your mouth at the most inopportune moments, but God, you don’t think you’ll ever get a kiss like this again.

Regrettably, you pull away after a few more glorious moments, Hyoma chasing after your lips before settling to simply press chaste kisses at the corners of your mouth instead. He trails down after a moment, beginning to nip lightly at the soft skin of your neck, insistent yet gentle as his teeth graze your pulse ever so slightly. You whine at the feeling, almost panting as you weakly push his head away as warmth blossoms under your ribs, settling in your stomach and wisping through your limbs in a hum.

He nips once, twice, before lifting his head, albeit begrudgingly, finally allowing you the chance to suck in a breath of sweet oxygen through parted lips.

As you catch your breath, you hazily gaze up at a red-faced Hyoma, his lips rosy and swollen from pressure and eyes blown and glassy. Embarrassingly, the sight causes your chest to clench with something akin to desire, and you nibble at your kiss-bitten lips in an attempt to keep those feelings at bay, if for the time being.

A beat passes.

“I love you too,” you admit airly as soon as the heat in your cheeks and the rapid beating of your heart calms down to a somewhat manageable level, and Hyoma simply laughs, eyes glimmering with adoration.

“I think I garnered that,” he grins, before capturing your lips once more, cradling your face as though you’re the most important thing to him in the entire world.

(“Hey. Isagi.” Yoichi turns at the call of his name, perking up slightly at the sight of familiar cherry-red hair tied loosely in a bun and long lashes. Putting down the small trinket he had been toying with, he opens his mouth, eager to greet Chigiri back when the other is suddenly right in front of him. Yoichi blinks, grinning openly before Chigiri abruptly takes and wrenches a large chunk of his hair harshly between thin fingers.

“Ow!” he hisses immediately, scalp throbbing hotly and already aching like a motherfucker. He’s surely going to have a headache later, and that realization, alongside the whole, you know, hair-yanking thing, puts a damper on his mood. “What was that for?” he exclaims, incredulous, angrily rubbing at the spot Chigiri had pulled with an ire Yoichi prays he’ll never experience again.

“For my girlfriend,” Chigiri states matter-of-factly, patting Yoichi on the head lightly and demeaningly as though he didn’t just violently violate his poor scalp. He gives no time for the older to respond, already swiftly turning from Yoichi and beginning to walk away, but not before brazenly declaring, “Oh. And we’re beating you too, so be ready for that.”

“Girlfriend? What the hell did I do to your girlfriend?” Yoichi sputters, blatantly ignoring Chigiri’s last statement and decidedly shelving it for a later discussion because what the fuck? What did he do to deserve to have his hair pulled again?

[What is with him and getting his hair pulled, genuinely? Do people just see him and instantly think, ‘Oh yes, he looks like he likes to get his hair pulled’?

For the record, he does not. He really does not, from the bottom of his heart.]

Chigiri simply laughs, the honeyed glow of the sun catching in his hair and making it burn a fiery red, and Isagi can only watch the other boy strolls away, left cluelessly standing with a stinging scalp and widened eyes.

“... Wait. Chigiri-san has a girlfriend?”)

#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #chigiri hyoma x reader #chigiri hyoma x you #chigiri x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x you #blue lock imagines #bllk imagines #chigiri hyoma #blue lock #.* ੈ♡‧₊˚ writing

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h4venpha · 10 months

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↳ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐘 — chigiri hyoma

THE FAN FAV MR CHIGIRI HYOMAA!! hes a lil angry but its ok (i just want him to press me against a wall)

“i told you to wait outside,” chigiri scolds you as he picks up his practice shorts from the tiled ground, still a little wet from the shower he took.

“you were taking too long,” you state plainly and lean against the dry wall, opposite of the showers. “plus it’s not like its my first time being in the boys’ lockers.” obviously against chigiri’s word, you would sometimes come in during his shower or when he’s changing out of his sweaty practice clothes, simply bored of waiting outside for him.

“that doesn’t mean you can just come in here whenever you want.” he shoots back with a glare, a hint of attitude in his words. he shoves his shorts into his backpack, urgent to leave before someone sees you with him.

“you take so long to shower anyway, no one’s here this late but me and you.” you shrug and ignore his glare, knowing there’s no heat behind it.

“okay but this is not going to become a thing, got it?” chigiri mumbles as he drapes the towel over his shoulder, he would much rather blow dry it but he has to wait til he gets home. he scoffs and accepts the water droplets dripping down, soaking onto his shirt.

you push yourself off the wall to grab his bag and zip it up for him. holding it out for him, you let him take one strap and sling it over his shoulder.

“fine, whatever…” you roll your eyes and shrug it off. you walk towards the exit, a silent motion for him to follow. and he does, righting his bag on his back.

just as chigiri begins to fall into step by your side, the door to the locker room swings open. before you even realize what’s happening, you’re being pulled into the closest shower stall, the rapid sound of the curtain hoops scraping open and closed. the dry wall behind you as you’re being roughly pressed into it. a firm hand on your hip holding you still while the other covers your mouth from making a single noise.

slowly peeling your eyes open, your breath gets caught in your throat because god wow—he’s so close. you can see the smooth skin on his cheeks and the small water droplets clinging onto the ends of his eyelashes. his brows furrowed as he listens to the others walking past the showers, his breathing shallow and still, like if he inhaled too loudly they would catch you.

after a moment of intent listening, chigiri turns and glares at you once more. eyes deadpanning: ‘this is exactly why i told you to stay outside’. but you can’t even bring yourself to feel sorry when hes so, so close. of course it’s not the first time he’s been this close, but the risk of being caught heightened all sensations. having his mouth hovering just mere inches away from yours, his breath warm against your face, the way his eyes flicker down to your parted lips for a split second.

chigiri rolls his eyes and turns his head to hear them better, too ticked off to look at you. but its not even registering in your head because oh— his jawline from this angle. his silky wet hair sticking to his face as it drips down onto your own shirt, the fiery, intense look in his eyes, his hand gripping you tightly.

after what feels like forever, they leave and the door clicks shut behind them. only then does chigiri back off, removing his hands off your figure and your mouth. but he doesn’t move away.

“see what you did?” he states plainly, his voice smooth and low in your ears. you nod silently, still a little under his spell, feeling the urge to pull him back in and press your lips against his. and you’re staring again with your mouth parted. and he notices. he chuckles, his tone softening.

“and next time you’ll stay outside when i tell you, yea?” you nod eagerly again, just barely registering the words coming out of his mouth. and he knows, he knows you’re looking. moving in for a fraction of a second, he plants a soft kiss on your cheek, the tips of his wet hair brushing against your shoulder, before he takes your hand in his.

when he pulls you out of the bathroom, there’s a small smile on his face. sure he’s still a little angry you, but theres always something in the way you look at him that makes him crumble. feeling your eyes linger on every feature on his face, it does something to him. so he’ll forgive you just this once.

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rintosei · 10 months

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✩ ˛˚ . THEM HAVING A CRUSH ON YOU — BLUE LOCK

+ content: fluff, my silly headcanons of them, reader is gender neutral but i wrote this with a female reader in mind | notes: have this drabble because my mind is blank on what to write for nagi ;-;

NAGI SEISHIRO

doesn't mind hanging out with you after school. he wouldn't be the one to find you though. he'd rather wait in his seat when the bell rings because he knows you will come to his class and find him. even reo has a look of surprise when nagi agrees to hanging out with you (even to places where he knows nagi wouldn't stop complaining.

would lessen his time playing video games. when the two of you are out, his phone will be tucked away in his pockets (or even his bag) and would most likely only take it out when you ask him to search whether a shop is opened or closed. when reo started coming with you on you and nagi's little adventure after school, he asked you what you offered to make nagi... like this.

MIKAGE REO

pays attention to all the things you like. he would make sure to make a mental note in his head whenever you say you like something. this is because he wants to be able to buy you little gifts even if you've already told him to stop. every birthday he manages to surprise you with a gift (and it's usually something expensive, too).

does not hesitate to take you to school and walk you home (technically drive you home in his limousine). every morning you will hear the car honk and that is enough of a sign for you to know that he is waiting for your downstairs. the first few times he did it, you felt bad because you know he has to wake up earlier to come pick you up, but as time goes on, you found it somewhat endearing that he is willing to do this for you.

CHGIRI HYOMA

allows you to style his hair, be it braids, ponytails, buns, whatever you like, he will allow you. even if it ends up being messy, he would tell you that it looks amazing (though you can tell he was clearly lying). it actually soothes him when you start playing with his hair. the soft touches of your hand was enough to make him almost drift off to sleep.

he carries around an extra hair tie in case you need one. it's a subtle action, and you have never thought of it as a sign that he cares about you as more than a friend, but if you paid attention more carefully, you will notice that chigiri almost never lets anyone else use his hair tie.

ITOSHI RIN

allows you to accompany him during his aftercare yoga session. he finds your company rather comforting than disturbing. even if you start talking about how cool rin was during a game, he doesn't mind. in fact, he'd want you to talk even more. you tried following his yoga routine, however, it ended up with you laying on the mat with a tired expression, telling him how impossible it was.

during your movie nights with him, he would bring an extra blanket to your house because he knows you would hog all the blankets. doesn't matter if it's a horror movie, romance movie, or a comedy movie, he knows you will take all the blankets to make you comfortable. he doesn't really care, actually. in fact, he finds it cute the way you bundle up into a burrito.

ITOSHI SAE

whenever he's asked about you in interviews, he has this small smile on his face that appears for a split second before it disappears and his usual stoic expression comes back. the only information he's going to give the interviewer about you is that you're a close friend of his and that you hate being on the spotlight. the interviewer doesn't press any further, and changes the topic immediately.

he will look for you in the crowd during his games because he finds you being one of his motivation. seeing you cheer for him gives him a sense of happiness and a rush of energy flows through him. he gives you a small wave before the game starts and you wave back at him excitedly, showing him the small messy yet cute banner you made at home that says, "YOU CAN DO IT SAE !! <3"

taglist: @scarahearts @tim-shii @fallenssun @17020 @saetoshi @inariezaki @mybelovedrin @yuansen @dreamlessimp @anqelically @seivsite @yanqingisim ♡ (let me know if you want to be added or removed! mutuals only)

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blueparadis · 7 months

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╰┈➤ PRISM ✦ CHIGIRI HYOMA & KUNIGAMI RENSUKE.

⟣ ──┈ · · · + synopsis ➢ What you should not do when you had a fight with your brother? There are many things Chigiri could list but he did not think you would be so naive to bring a familiar face home for netflix and chill.

⟣ ──┈ · · · + cw ➣ fem!reader, college au, yandere themes, possessive chigiri, incestous relationship, explicit smut, thigh-fucking, m!masturbation, dub-con, non-consensual recording; 1k word count. | blog navigation + koct’23 masterlist. |

“So, why is he here?” Chigiri stands against the kitchen counter as you unpack the food Kunigami has brought.

“What? Who? ” You try to play it cool at first as if it was purely coincidental that you and Kunigami met through an online dating app. Chigiri refuses to believe that you did not set this up, that if not you then surely it is his dear friend who coaxed you into this. As far as he knows Kunigami, he is capable of doing such a thing, that is, if he comes to know that you are his sister, a distant relative; it gets hard to remember such a fact when your title is different from his. But that is what gives Chigiri a little relief, a little hope that whatever twisted feelings he has for you are valid and acknowledged.

Chigiri chuckles. He is impressed. He keeps his hand over the kitchen counter and leans towards you. “Well, that guy you brought over. He is …ugh. How should I put it? A friend.” He walks by the counter to stand beside you and as he does you ask him, “Will that be a problem?” without looking at him. He does not answer. He just stares and smiles. You are forced to rake your eyes from him.

You put the food in the microwave, grabbing the bottle of chilled water you say, “I’ve to go now. He is waiting.” and just when you turn on your heel Chigiri’s hand grasps your upper arm and swings you close to him. “What are you doing, hyo—?”

“Shhhhhhh!” Chigiri places a finger over your lips. He does not touch it but it is there. “He is gonna hear you if you yell,” He exclaims with a firm, harsh tone as if he is scolding you. You keep the bottle on the nearby slab, beside the stove. The microwave beeps declaring that it has done it’s job. He leans towards your face, his lips following yours but you turn your head.

“Are you still mad at me?” Chigiri asks letting his hold on your arm loose, his eyes soften but momentarily.

“About what?”

“So, you are not mad at me?” He tugs a few strands of your hair behind your ears.

“I did not say that.” You say and bite your lower lip.

“Fuck. This is not going anywhere.” He walks towards the exit but you stop him. You stop him by saying what he wants to hear, what you want to say and why you are acting so distant towards him.

“Kunigami is just here because I was feeling down.” Chigiri turns his head but not his body. “And, we met online. He knows. He knows that you are my— you stutter. Chigiri walks back to you and grabs you by your waist, inclining his face along the column of your neck, “Say it. Say it, y/n. Say it.” with a hit of hot breath at the fall of his words against your skin.

“That you are my family.” Chigiri gasps. The fact that you decline to acknowledge him as his cousin when he is in close proximity to you gives him wicked hope, feeds his cold courage and inflates his dark desires He kisses you, soft and slowly feeling you melt in his hands as you twist and turn your head giving him more opening.

“The food is gonna get cold.” You state with deep yet shaky breaths.

“And Kuni might be busy watching Netflix.” He remarks and guides your hand towards his hardened cock. You feel him in your hands, hot and hard as he touches you over the cloth. “You can even hear it, what he is watching.” He adds.

You abruptly push him away, both of you huffing and panting. “This is not right. We can’t do this.”

“We can. Don’t worry. I won’t put it in,” Chigiri said closing the gap in between you two.

“Yeah, you said the same thing this afternoon.” you tartly state feeling his hands underneath your shirt. Chigiri holds you by the arms. “I said I’d pull out and I did didn't I?” he corrects you but you instantly respond.

“But we said we wouldn’t do that. We wouldn't go that far—” His eyes fall on you for a few seconds making all your resistive forces in your body fade. He sighs before turning you around and bending you over the kitchen counter. You are wearing a miniskirt and a top. How can he let this opportunity be missed? Extending his hand over your mouth he says. “C’mon! Be a good girl.” You take his fingers in your mouth. He knows you are loud at certain times. He can not risk it now. You do not fight him, nor resist because you have been longing for this too, especially after having a slice of such euphoria this afternoon. Chigiri takes his cock out and puts it in between your inner thighs. Holding your hips he remarks. “Just keep your thighs together.tight,”

He moves his hips back and forth, long enough to wet the thin panty you are wearing. It is going to stain for sure. You feel his dick rub your clit, even through the clothing that makes you feel dizzy. Last time when he went down on you, you squirted so much that it stained his bedsheets. He slips both of his hands under your top, grabbing your boobs and arching you as he continues to move tugging on your hard nipples. You turn around a little leaning towards him to kiss like a sailor clutching onto a trunk of wood but he denies like a cruel wave thrashing away the chance to feel alive. Your lips tremble and you bite back the tears of such insult.

“does it hurt when i do that?”He asks. He does not mean fucking you, and you know that. You do not answer but your silence says it all. “Then, stop doing that to me”

He is close, you can feel him tense up in between your thighs. He lets his arms wrap around your boob line, again and as you turn he kisses your shoulder and bites your ear. The rolls of shiver sparks all across your body while cumming. The white-hot fluid coating the surface of the cupboard and your inner thighs as he pulls out.

“You’re perfect.” he says holding your chin and turning your face. This time, he kisses your collar bones. The minty taste of your brother’s lips, oh! how you have missed that! You can smell it. The kiss lasts longer than you expected it to be, him having you turned around, his hands around your waist and then moving towards your back— touching and kissing.

You turn around breaking the kiss, body exhausted and mind blank because this was not what you intended for. You just wanted him to get jealous. You just wanted to pay him back for what he did this afternoon. You just wanted him to apologize for refusing when you leaned to kiss his lips. He palms your face and kisses the corner of your lips. He never kisses on the lips. Why? Why ? Why ? Why? And someday, he thinks he can do that too.

On the other side of the wall, Kunigami stands with his jeans, and underwear clustered around his ankles. His cock hanging out of his underwear, exhausted and leaking in his hand and phone in other. He saves the audio file and relishes the feeling of showing it to his precious friend, Chigiri Hyoma, as soon as the vacation ends.

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@angelltheninth @lalunanymph @seirinz @tteokdoroki

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dearbraus · 1 year

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Amour Courtois⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

— Chigiri Hyōma

⊹ Details. 18+ minors dni, gn afab!reader, aged up characters, reader is referred to as "your grace", their title is "heir to the throne", you wear a dressing robe, knight!Chigiri, slight ooc, power imbalance, slight dubcon, slight manipulation of station (reader using their power over Chigiri), kissing, oral (reader receiving), undressing, intimacy, light body worship.

⊹ Run time. 3.8k

⊹ Note. This is incredibly self insert and selfship coded so I am a bit nervous to share but I hope you enjoy nonetheless <3

❝As the heir to the throne it was important to have a devoted knight by your side and Chigiri, your sworn protector, well he was as devoted as they came. Even when your requests were unusual.❞

Your father's words have come to haunt you as you gaze into the set of rosy hued eyes that lay beneath the bruised silver armet– or perhaps taunt you. They’ve hung over your head and plucked at the strings pulled taunt around your joints, tossing you around to his whims. Marionette or heir to the throne, you wondered what the small folk saw when their gaze settled upon you, in those rare times when you were more than just a precious jewelled bared behind cold stone slabs. You didn’t wish to be either. Not now, in his presence or ever really.

“Chigiri Hyōma you are henceforth indebted into the care of my only child, under their care you are expected to serve, protect, and fulfil their every wish or need.”

That is what your father had told him, the day he was assigned your protector, your keeper. He was yours, and in some inexplicable way you were his. A mimic of the real thing to come, you too often thought, with the way you two were tied together. It was a curious thing, this charade. You couldn’t help but push the bounds, to see how honourable a man really could be in the face of temptation.

“Is there something you need, your Grace?” Chigiri questions for the second since he stepped into your private chambers that evening, “If not, I’ll return to my postage outside your doors.”

Your dressing gown leaves you feeling too bare as he pins you beneath his eyes, “Yes, there was,” you can’t see any of his expression but you’d imagine it lies in a state of perplexion, “Come here.”

At your command, he saunters away from the door. He’d been practically glued to it, keeping himself pressed flush against it as you stared absentmindedly. The metal of his armour clanked uncomfortably with each tentative movement.

“Your Grace, surely you know that this is uncouth.”

“Is it?” You hum, your head falling to the side, “Why do you suppose that is, Chigiri?”

Resting his arms behind his back, his head dips into a slight bow, “You and I are unwed, alone together in your private chambers at the hour of the witch,” silence drifts between the two of you for a moment, “Forgive me but if I may be so bold but, if I recall your father forbade me from entering.”

“You are in my charge, you answer to me not to my father.”

The floorboards creak as you dare to take a step closer.

“He’s the king.”

“And one day when he has well and truly gone cold within the ground I shall be ruler,” you whisper, standing only a hare's breath away, “Even then, you shall still answer to me just as you do now.”

Your fingers itch to curl beneath his armet so you allow them to. The metal burns against your soft palms, the heat of his body’s melted into it, keeping it warm like a stoked fire. His long hair, the colour of the wild raspberries that grew a stone's throw away from the castle's carefully manicured gardens, was plastered with sweat against his alabaster skin. The apples of his cheeks were painted red. He was pretty, you would not have thought that he’d have such pretty lashes or delicate cheekbones. If you were to have imagined what he may look like beneath the layer of armour and thick cottony padding, you’d have assumed he’d be gruff and a bit rough around the edges with calloused hands and a splintered nose that had not quite healed right after a failed joust.

If you hadn’t known better, at first glance you might have mistaken him for a prince.

“You’d do well to remember that, Hyōma.”

Chigiri stares with wide eyes, blinking rapidly in place of using his words, “You should not”

“Should not what?”

It’s an innocent question, one you already know the answer to; you should not call him by his first name. He was far below your rank, it was not only too casual but inappropriate– such intimacies were supposed to be reserved for only a special few.

“You know, your Grace,” Chigiri practically whines in discomfort, “If this were to go on, I could get in trouble.”

His adam's apple bobs uncomfortably when you bring your face closer to his, noses just mere centimetres apart, “Trouble? What such trouble should you be in if you’re fulfilling my whims?” Chigiri blanches, a blunder skewing whatever excuse he was ready to lay before you, “I wished to become acquainted with the man behind the armour, whomever Chigiri Hyōma was when unfettered by duty.”

“I-“

“Do you find that inappropriate?”

Tugging at the collar of the tunic he sports, Chigiri frowns, “I do not,” pressing his lips together, he tips his head downwards, “However might I remind you that I am far below your post, that I work for you. A friendship between us would surely complicate …”

“Who said it was friendship that I wanted,” You question. His helmet falls from your fingertips with a thud. Chigiri winced, forgetting that with a snap of your fingers another would replace it, “When did I say I wished to be your friend?”

“But, you said you wished to know me.”

Placing your hands flat against his chest plate, you laughed, “There are many ways for a person to know another.”

“Oh.”

His eyes flit away from your face, cheeks heavily flushing.

The corners of your lips lift without your permission, the smile crackling into something devious. He’s cute, the bashful look of shock somehow even more delicious than even the sweetest candied plum. Your hot breath fans across his face, with two fingers pressed against his jawline, you bring his gaze back to yours.

“Hyōma?”

“Yes, your Grace?” He whispers, like he’s scared to raise his voice an octave.

“Look at me,” you command, perhaps for the first time in your life.

His hands curl into fists at his side, “I am looking at you,” Chigiri’s voice crackles from the strain.

“No, really look at me,” it’s your turn to whisper. You’d scare him away if you didn’t, “You’re not seeing me.”

“I do not understand what you …”

There’s something ethereal about how he’s bathed in the warm, soft candle light that flickers. Even if he’s unable to see you to truly see what has been simmering for months on end— you saw him. Inexplicably it was there even if he didn’t notice it, but you liked it. You liked the way he unknowingly pressed his cheek further into the palm of your hand as he searched in earnest to understand what you meant.

His gloved hands come to rest upon your shoulders, the leather is rough against your supple skin and it makes you shiver. For a moment his eyes roam from yours down to your lips, and then they slip down the length of your neck to where his hands sit, for the first time taking notice of how your dressing gown has begun to slip, exposing you to him.

Curling his fingers around the thin fabric, he tugs your robe shut, “My apologies,” he mutters, swiftly turning his head away from you.

“It’s quite alright,” your thumb smooths across his skin, just barely skimming the corner of his mouth, “I appreciate how earnestly gallant you are.”

Sliding your hands down to his chest piece, you allow your eyes to drift down the expanse of his torso.

“It’s a shame I’m not.”

Chigiri lifts his arms when you hook your fingers beneath the chest plate, without a word, “You weren’t raised to be,” he says it like he understands you. He hasn’t tried to, he couldn’t have if he wanted. Conversations in passing revealed to little when you wished they’d reveal more, “How could anyone expect you to be.”

“I’m selfish,” you supply before biting down on your bottom lip. The white tunic he sported clung to his frame, exposing the shapes of his body that were usually so well hidden, “You can say it, I’ll allow it.”

“You’re not.”

The smile you offer him is weak, but it placates him all the same, “But I am,” laying your hands flat against his chest, right where his heart erratically pangs against his ribs, you sigh, “That is why you’re here because I’m selfish and you, well you’re the very best of them.”

“I have my faults, more than you know,” Chigiri admits, his breath catching, “You just don’t know me well enough to have seen them.”

You would have liked to tell him that it was for the best but that’d make you a hypocrite too.

“That is untrue.”

Chigiri opens his mouth to refute but he snaps it shut when you hold up a finger before him.

“And remember it is treason to question my judgement.”

The chuckle that escapes you brings a small smile to his lips, “I shall continue to keep that in mind, your Grace”

“My name.”

The tips of your fingers graze against the collar of your dressing gown as you smooth them against your chest. Chigiri’s eyes follow the movement of your hands, a certain intensity simmering behind them as he watches. You wonder if he’s expecting you to slowly unwrap yourself, chaste and pious even when twisting the bounds of the society you’re meant to uphold one day.

“Pardon?” Clearing his throat, Chigiri forces his eyes to focus back onto your face.

“My name, I want you to say it. No more of this “your Grace” nonsense.”

Chigiri has always been good at taking commands. Your name rolls off his tongue with practised ease. A delightful shiver trickles down your spine and you have half a mind to ask him to say it again. It sounds like it was destined to live within the crevices of his throat, whispered over and over again against the shell of your ear and mouth like some sort of well sought secret. Maybe it was.

He says it again without you having to ask, his eyes growing lidded.

It was his duty to fulfil your every whim and wish but only within the confines of this castle. With the way he said your name, tasting each syllable like they were the rarest of wines, you thought it might have been his life’s mission. In this moment at the very least.

Chigiri’s hand shakes as he brings it towards you. The palm of hand is calloused just as you thought it’d be. He cups the underside of your jaw, his thumb biting into the fat of your cheek uncomfortably. His touch is awkward and clearly unfamiliar even for himself but his smile is tender. Furling the worn material of his tunic within your fists you tug his body against yours. He’s warm and firm, the feeling of another all too heavenly.

“May I…” A small frustrated whimper crackles through his words, “May I kiss you.”

His tongue darts out to wet his lips.

He’s fighting the urge to call you by your title, the need to be a gentleman, to be perfect, was strong. Any ounce of couth or refinement had left long ago, if it had even been there in the first. You weren’t sure it had. You had spent many moons dancing around the complicated feeling that arose whenever you allowed your thoughts to linger on him for too long. If you asked, no matter how much Chigiri tried to deny it, you wouldn’t believe that he hadn’t harboured any impure thoughts for you. No matter how genteel or well mannered he was. A fire lived within his eye, his pink irises burned a dastardly rouge from within his large silver helmet. Even when you couldn’t see them you could feel it, directed towards you even when the room was filled with gossips in search of something to bite, it was there. There was nothing chaste or respectable about a man being plagued by all consuming thoughts of another.

“Please,” you all but whine, your voice turning low and needy, “Please kiss me.”

The lack of command or conviction behind your words shocks him but it thrills you. Tomorrow you’d laugh at how pathetic it was, to feel so fulfilled simply by giving your control to your knight but for now you relish in the uncertainty and the feeling of anticipation as you wait for Chigiri to make his move. Your entire life has been nothing but that, acting first with or without thought. It was exhausting. But, you had always supposed there were worst things to experience in life and now you were faced with one of them— the desperation of deprivation as you sat in wait.

His breath fanned across your face as he leaned in closer to you. Stray strands of his hair tickle you as he hovers close. You think you’ll begin to beg if he makes you wait any longer, hoping that he’d get any such satisfaction from bending your resolve so effortlessly. As if your need hadn’t been so apparent.

“Hyōma, please,” you pleaded.

It borders on desperate and you like it.

The press of his lips against yours is firm and pleasant. You don’t have much to compare it to but then again neither does he. What matters is that you like it. Your toes curl within the confines of your plush slippers as a feeling of elation sweeps through you. It settles goosebumps on your arms and burns your face uncomfortably hot but it gratifies you.

If you could pull Chigiri any closer you would– squishing your two bodies together to be one if you could, your hands would settle on fervently twisting his shirt as if that would placate your need for him. Teeth and tongue clash awkwardly when being flush against one another isn’t enough. It couldn’t be, the fire that stirred deep within your belly was ravenous. You were unsure there was anything that would be enough to quell that aching flames that wished to consume you. It’d see you ruined, leaving you nothing but ashes amongst the floorboards and you’d allow it– for him. Chigiri’s hands have dipped past your shoulders and rested low on your hips, it’s far past the respectable touch you thought he’d been so keen to keep.

Your name sounds like a melody when it's whined between sloppy, depraved kisses. If you could commit it to memory you would, “Your Grace,” he shudders, embarrassed by how debauched he’d been, “I’m … I-”

His lips are swollen and slick with saliva. The sight only makes the fire roar even greater within you.

Chigiri’s mouth falls shut when you shush him, all too eager to devour him once more. Tugging at the buttons that keep your dressing gown close, you haphazardly unfasten them. Somewhere in the back of your mind your thoughts begin to wander, wondering if Chigiri were to unbutton them with ease. You’re quick to settle on an answer as you gaze back at him; he would, he was good with his fingers and hands. It was almost dastardly the way Chigiri always managed to draw attention to the skillful way his nimble fingers effortlessly laced his doublet up after a spar or absent mindedly twirled his dagger around.

“You can look at me,” you whisper, as the gown slips off your shoulders to pool around your feet. Your nipples pebble from the chill that carries in through the window, and you can’t hide the shiver that follows.

His gaze isn’t scrutinising, not in the way you feared others might have been. Still, you cast your eyes to the floor and allow an air of bashfulness to surround you. As if, averting your gaze would make his any less powerful. You could feel his eyes trailing up the length of your lengths, they roamed over the curves of your hips and drank in the sight of the thick thatch of curled hair at the base of your pelvis. Chigiri’s eyes burned holes into your body, they seared a path and stained your body with his essence– he had hardly touched you and yet you were marked.

Chigiri’s hands twitch by his side, “You are absolutely stunning,” he breathes, his chest heaving with each deep breath he takes.

Before you can muster up a response, he’s sunk to the floor in front of you. The floorboards groan beneath his knees as he shuffles forwards to grasp your calves.

“Hyōma?”

It’s his turn to shush you, quieting the questions on your tongue. Taking a step back, you stumble against the baseboard of your bed. Your fingers curl around the thick wooden post in hopes of disguising the way they tremble. You’re unsure if it’s the nerves or excitement. It might be both with the way your stomach lurches and is tickled by fluttering butterfly wings.

You wonder where his pride has gone when he shuffles forward once more, or if it was even there in the first place. Perhaps devotion took its place. Is that what knights were taught? To be dutiful was to shirk all sense of personal identity. That couldn’t be right, you thought. When amidst a spar, duel, or tourney, Chigiri seemed to be replaced with a fiery eyed monster in the face of competition. You wondered where it went in the quiet of night or when he stood five paces behind you.

It’s overwhelming, the sight of nothing but pure devotion in his eyes as he gazes up at you. His hands caressing your legs before an experimental kiss is pressed against your knee and then one to the freckle that sits just above it. His hair tickles and you giggle.

“Spread your legs,” he huffs into your skin, his teeth lightly grazing thigh as he speaks, “Now.”

Your heart feels funny when it begins to race. And it’s there again, that tiny pinprick of excitement that sends your head reeling with the rush. It electrifies you, the commanding tone he sports for the first time. You spread your legs just as he asks though your nerves thrum from within your veins. The looks he sports makes you curl in on yourself, you’ve never seen such a predatory glint rest so easily in a man’s eyes.

Delicately placing one hand under your knee, he hooks one of your legs over his shoulders, “Is this comfortable?” Chigiri questions, “If not, I’ll happily-“

“Yes,” you breathily reply as you dare to slip your fingers through his silk hair, “This is perfect.”

“You’re perfect.”

The heat that fills your cheeks does little to rival the molten lava that fills your belly and melts your legs. Your breath catches in your throat when dips his head between your thighs, his tongue, warm and wet, darting out to lick up the seam of your cunt. His name becomes tangled with a moan as you struggle to take a deep breath.

Allowing your eyes to flutter, your nails press into the carved post of your bed, your other hand still thread between strand of his hair tug roughly on them with little care, “Fuck!” You curse, for the first time in your life, “You’re so … You’re so good with your tongue?”

You don’t mean for it to come out as a question but it does, your voice pitching upwards and morphing into a small squeal as his lips wrap around your clit.

“Gentle,” he whimpers against your mound, his eyes falling shut when your nails roughly bite into his scalp, “Be gentle with me.”

A small apology passes your lips but you don’t mean it, not really. It’s said to pacify the artificial wounds of red hot desire. You think he’d look darling with more– spatterings of hued violet that edged on yellow along his jugular and down his chest. They were marks that claimed him, they were far more tangible than gold rings and gaudy diamonds. If your insincerity was obvious, Chigiri doesn’t say anything too busy focusing his sights back on your wet, quivering cunt. He laps at you like he’d died otherwise, the obscenely loud wet smacks of his mouth and tongue against you filling the room and drifting out through the open window. At least, the courtyard below was empty at this time of night.

His nails dig into the fat of your thigh as his grip on you tightens. A heady haze settles across your mind as pleasure zips up your spine. It forces a truly pathetic mewl past your lips, one you weren’t sure you were capable of making.

“Hyōma … Hyōma,” you chant, like a melody, “There, right there.”

Your lolls to the side and your body threatens to become jelly as the fire is stoked and then awash with a chilling clarity that leaves you shivering in his hold.

It’s debauched, the way Chigiri slurps at your folds and tongues your hole to catch each drop of cum before it drips down his chin or smears across his flushed cheeks. But, you find yourself smiling at how eager he is, even when you know you’ll bruise because he’s holding you like you’ll slip away in the blink of an eye. Maybe you would. Once the sun rose and rosters woke the servants the castle would be alive and bustling– whatever bubble you created for the two of you would be broken. Still, it doesn’t stop you from yanking him into your embrace, your lips sloppily moving against his. You taste yourself on his mouth and tongue, and it makes you moan in delight.

His cock throbs from within the confines of his breeches and he can’t help but push himself against your puffy cunt in search of reprieve, “I… let me escort you to bed.”

“We’re already here,” you snort in a positively undignified manner but it manages to ease the earnest, rigid demeanour Chigiri sports the moment he realises what he’s done.

“Right.”

His smile is weak but it’s there nonetheless.

Placing his large hand on the small of your back, he helps you round the corner of your bed. Pulling back your duvet, you prop yourself up against your plush pillows. Chigiri stalls, standing awkwardly like there’s something more he wishes to say.

“Well, this is where I leave you, your Grace,” he smiles, pulling your blankets up to cover your bare breasts, “I hope sleep finds you easily … and happy name day.”

Just as he moves to turn around, your hand darts out to grab his, “Wait,” you pant, “I want you to stay, I command you to stay.”

There's no power behind your words, no real command but he takes it anyways, as if he could use your selfish whims as an excuse for the desire that burned him to.

So he says because how can he refuse his heir on their name day. It would be too cruel after the first taste of indulgence.

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you don’t see chigiri when you step into your apartment.

it’s weird because he’s always there to greet you. it’s even weirder because the only thing that does let you know he’s in your apartment is the loud clang that comes from the kitchen.

there are a million possible scenarios running through your head as you rush to the kitchen. and somehow, seeing chigiri sitting on the floor, covered in flour, with a bowl covering his head wasn’t one of them.

you step closer to him, gently lifting the bowl off his head, a sigh of relief leaving your lips when you notice he’s fine. chigiri’s eyes snap to yours.

“hyo,” you breathe out, “what’s up with all the flour?”

he avers his gaze to the ground, fidgeting with the little frills of his apron. a small, teasing smile tugs at your lips when you realize he’s wearing the frilly apron you gave him as a gag gift.

he mutters something unintelligible.

“what’d you say, hyo?” you hum curiously, holding your hand out to help him up.

he shyly grabs your hand and stands up, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. he points at the open book on the counter, “i said i was baking.”

he looks back at the flour on the floor, his hands nervously wringing the apron. he turns back to you when you start dusting him off.

“how’d you end up on the floor, anyway?” you gingerly dust his face.

he stares at you, embarrassment swimming in his eyes. “i tripped.”

you try—you really, really try to hold back the laughter bubbling in your chest. your lips press into a fine line. (it doesn’t do a very good job of hiding the way the corners of your lips unwillingly quirk up.)

“don’t laugh!” he cries, “i only ever tried baking because of you!”

you dramatically gasp, “what?”

“yeah!” he pouts, pointing at the baking cookbook on the counter, “if you hadn’t given me that this never would’ve happened.”

a huff of laughter slips past your lips. your shoulders start shaking with laughter when you recall his initial reaction to your other gag gift. ‘if the whole football thing never works out’, you’d joked while giving him the cookbook and the apron.

(you never thought he’d actually use them, but here he is, covered in flour and glaring at the book.)

“it’s not funny!” he whines, “the bowl hit my head really hard.”

you laugh harder, wiping tears off your eyes.

“stop laughing!” a smile blooms on his lips, “i could be seriously injured right now!”

“oh, please, you’ll be fine,” you grin, “the only thing that’s injured is your dignity.”

he huffs, puffing his cheeks out, “whatever.”

you brush away some leftover flour from his cheek before placing a quick peck against it. “i’m surprised you actually gave baking a try.”

“i wanted to bake some cookies for you,” he pouts. the tips of his ears turn red in embarrassment when you coo at him.

“chigiri hyoma,” you squish his cheeks, “you are adorable.”

he gently removes your hands from his face, lacing his fingers through yours. “this is like the fourth time i messed up the cookies.”

your brows raise in surprise. “how long have you been baking for?”

he scrunches up his nose, “i don’t know.”

your jaw drops, “what happened to the first three batches?”

“i burnt the first one,” he rubs the back of his neck, “the second one was pretty much raw.”

his face flushes, “and i added salt instead of sugar to the third one.”

you stare at him. he stares back.

“you need a break.” you look him up and down, “and a shower.”

“what i need is to get better,” he grumbles when you turn him around to untie his apron.

“you can get better after you clean yourself up,” you push him towards your bathroom.

“but the flour–”

“i’ll clean it up,” you usher him down the hall.

he turns his head to look at you, frowning, “the cookies–”

“hyoma.” you cut him off, “we can make more cookies after you get this flour off of you.”

he pouts, “promise?”

“i promise,” you smile, “besides, you’ll need to get better at baking if you want to have a backup plan in case the whole football thing fails.”

he laughs, the corners of his eyes crinkling, “wouldn’t that be nice?”

“we could even open up a bakery,” you grin, gently pushing him into the bathroom. “but, seriously, just take a shower. i hate seeing your hair covered in flour.”

“fine.” he rolls his eyes, “just don’t expect me to come out soon. i need to make sure i remove all the flour from my hair.”

true to his word, he takes at least an hour to come back out, his skin glowy.

“i’m ready to start working on the backup plan now.” he hums. “we’re gonna bake the tastiest cookies.”

(they’re not.)

(you really, truly, desperately hope the football thing never fails.)

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