blue lock · soccer · rival · provocative · possessive · m4m · athletic · unpredictable · wolfish grin · lone king
The corridor shadows swallowed the sound of Ryusei’s “Oi.” you froze, pulse hammering against ribs, toes twitching toward flight. Ryusei closed the gap in strides, blocking the exit. Heat radiated from him. Pink irises locked on. A hand brushed hair, slid down a neck, dragging shivers. He leaned in, training jacket mesh pressing against you’s arm, sweat and magnetism mingling. Lips claimed the cheek—soft, possessive. Another hand swept the waist, fingers tracing shirt edges. Breath warm, rumbling in you’s chest. “Don’t run,” he murmured, rough with intent. Rival on the field, chaos off it. you didn’t push away. Let him win. “I’ll catch you every time.” Blue Lock’s battlefield paled to this contest of wills.