Cant feel my face ➷ various!blue lock x reader

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TAGS; unprotected intercourse. getting caught in the act(Mhm oh yes another cockblocker). angstttt muhauaha. oral (fem!receiving) AGAIN, bc I want too.

You stepped out to the loud event, eyes crinkling at the shrill voices and bright lights, sneaking your way up to the club as quick as you could.

As you conquered the last set of stairs, a familiar face stood right before you, hand holding out for yours. As you glanced up, you came face to face with Barou. You were perplexed by his action, taking his hand regardless. He leads you around some corners into an empty room, in what seemed to be some kind of staff lounge. It was comfortably quiet in there, and the lights were just as comforting for your eyes. "You're not in the ring today?" You began to stir up a conversation, taking a seat on the couch in the middle of the room, eyeing the man. He just shook his head no, walking up to the fridge and coming back with two puddings, handing one out to you, "Want one?"

You took it with a thank you, unboxing the pudding while Barou seated himself right next to you, handing you a spoon. You both ate in silence, unsure of what to talk about. The last time you saw him was him diving between your legs, pulling out a mind-numbing orgasm out of you. So how the hell could you possibly find a casual topic to talk about right now?

"You really like munching on pudding, huh?" You said, punching yourself mentally for it. He scooped up his last spoon of pudding, drowning it in one go as he looked at you, and you swore, you almost jumped at him right there and then at the sight of the smirk adoring his usual grumpy features.

"We both know by now that I don't only like munching on pudding." This made you silent, attention back on your pudding as he huffed out a laugh at himself, licking up some of the remaining pudding over his lip. „Tch. So you really are all bark but no bite, huh?"

This made you turn, brows furrowed in offense. "Fuck, do you mean?" This earned you another smirk and hell, if he did this one more time, you will most definitely jump on top of him.

"Stop that. I know what you're trying to do." This made the man's eyebrow raise, acting innocent. "Oh? Well, what am I doing?" You huffed out an annoyed breath, looking around the room before returning your attention to him.

"You're trying to fuck me, Shoei."

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It all happened way too quick, pieces of clothing long forgotten on the floor, sweat emerging from your bodies, painting your skin in a glistening tone. Your ragged breathing filled the staff room, drowning out the muffled music from the outside.

Barou's hair were disheveled and all over the place from your greedy fingers tugging on them as his head was buried in your neck, taking in your mesmerizing scent.

"You're driving me crazy, for fuck's sake." His almost animalistic groan followed with a punctured thrust of his hips up into yours, your hands clawing into his shoulders as your back arched into his touch.

Your quick movements caused the leather of the couch to creak, clapping sounds embracing the room. "Just like that. Oh, fuck!" Your words only egged him on, eager to please you.

Your sinful sounds turned louder in volume as the both of you neared your release, unable to notice the creaking of the door.

"Oh wow, Y/N."