vera

ᯓ★ kashimo centric blog

Vera • she/her • twenty • amateur writer

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cw; mdni 18+ fem!reader / use of ce / biting / jealous!kashimo / possessive!kashimo / unprotected piv / fingering / uhh lmk if i missed anything / wc 2k

a/n: so sorry it took forever to get this out but i hope you enjoy it anon!!

Hakari. Hakari. Hakari.

That damn gambler is the only thing you’ve been wanting to talk about as of late. You come to Kashimo, telling him about the many things Hakari’s taught you—from tricks on how to win every game of poker to tips on how to run a fight club. As if you were even thinking about running your own fight club.

He sees the way you and Hakari have been getting real close with each other. You stay glued to his side like you have no place better to be. You should be out training or doing whatever most people your age do. Not following some ‘fever’ obsessed man around. Whether this little act is on purpose or you’re just that oblivious is unclear to Kashimo, but he sees the way Hakari looks at him from across the room. That smug smirk on his face like he knows that he’s getting under the old man’s skin. Feeling how much Kashimo is seething.

And it’s not like you and Kashimo are dating, but anyone can tell that something’s been going on between the two of you. What started as lingering eyes when Hakari had first brought him around, turned into heavy petting and heated makeout sessions whenever you got each other alone—you’re his.

Somehow, you’ve got one of the strongest sorcerers wrapped around your finger. He finds himself wanting to be good for you, but this whole ordeal has been testing him too much. Especially right now. He leans against of the wall of the monitor room, off to the side, watching you and Hakari. One might say that it looks like he’s pouting, though, his eyes tell a different story. A hardened stare as he watches you lean against Hakari, giggling like he’s the most comedic person in the world.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ think i like you best when you’re just with me and no one else

The exposed skin of your back is the only thing that Yuta can focus on right now. His eyes slowly trace down the curve of your spine, soaking in every small detail. He commits it all to memory, not knowing when another opportunity like this will come.

His fingers twitch in his lap. The urge to reach out and trail them along your skin runs deep, like he’s fighting off every muscle in his body that screams at him to touch.

His sits at the edge of your bed, hoping that you aren’t paying attention to his reflection in the mirror. Deep, blue eyes that look at you with desperation and want. Furrowed brows and a small pout on his lips. Like a puppy that waits for its owner’s attention.

“What do you think, Yuu?” You ask, doing a little spin to show off your cute dress. The hem lifts slightly, twirling with your movement.

He’s pulled out of his thoughts before you could even finish asking your question. You’ve got him wrapped around your finger and he doesn’t mind in the slightest. The second his eyes land on you it’s like all the words he wants to say get stuck in his throat.

“You look very beautiful, my love. That color suits you.” He manages to get out after a second.

Words really can’t describe how enamored he is with you. His pretty baby. If he had a say in the matter, Yuta would keep you here with him and kiss your pretty face until you got sick of him. But he can only beg and hope that you give in.

You walk over towards the bed, stopping right in front of Yuta. He parts his legs, pulling you in close by the hips. Tilting his head just a bit, the grip on your hips becomes a little tighter.

“Why not just stay home with me?” The little hint of desperation in his voice and the small pout that paints his face is sure to win you over. It does every time.

“Hey that’s not going to work on me this time, Okkotsu,” you say, bringing your hand up to give him a light tap on the cheek. Narrow eyes look back at him like you’ve got him all figured out. He likes to play this little game every time you go out.

“Yuta, my love. You call me Yuta,” he says, nuzzling into your hand that cradles his cheek. It’s almost too tempting to stay in with him, but you’re already dressed up and you’ve been excited for these plans all week.

“I’m just saying, Yuu. I’m not canceling on my friends last minute.” You lean down to give him a soft peck on the lips before turning to leave. A small smile makes its way onto your face. “Be good for me, okay?”

You’re only able to get a step away from Yuta before he’s pulling you back. Grabbing your jaw with delicate fingers, he captures you in a soft kiss. It’s slow like he’s savoring the taste of your lips—the sweetness of your lip gloss. The feeling of you against him. It’s hard to not pull you into his lap, but he needs to be good for you.

He lets out a deep sigh—almost like a soft moan into your mouth. Eventually, Yuta pulls away with much hesitance. Using his thumb, he wipes away some of lips gloss that got smeared.

A lovesick look on his face as he admires you. “Have fun.”

The scratching of a pen moving across paper, along with the quiet sound of pages being turned are the only noises that fill the room—aside from the occasional low humming coming from you.

Which has now stopped.

You gently close your book, placing it on the bedside table. Moving to sit up, you stretch your tired limbs trying to get the blood flowing. You slump back against the headboard, watching Yuta who’s just a few feet away working at his desk. He’s been at it for a while now. So focused, you wouldn’t be surprised if he forgot you were even in the room with him.

“Hmm why’d you stop? I like that song,” he says, without even looking up from the mission reports he’s been working on. Guess you’ve been proven wrong.

“You don’t know even know what I’m singing.” You let out a quiet laugh. Hugging your knees to your chest, you sit there admiring him.

“It was nice anyway,” he mutters. His voice is soft, pulling you in anytime he speaks. There have even been times where you’d been lulled to sleep mid conversation. Head falling on his shoulder, chest rising and falling softly. But you like to blame it on just being exhausted from missions.

“Yuta you’ve been working for over an hour now,” you whine.

Though it is nice to spend days together just sitting in each other’s presence, there are times where you want more. Now would be one of those times.

He turns around, eyes immediately drawn to your lips and the little pout on them. Getting up, he makes his way towards the bed. A teasing smile painted on his pretty face. “Oh I’m sorry, I haven’t been giving you any attention.”

“Yeah I want to spend time with my boyfriend—not watch him do paperwork for hours.” Rolling your eyes, you open your arms reaching out to wrap them around Yuta’s neck.

He lowers himself onto you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Inhaling your familiar scent that always helps him relax.

“Forgive me, my love. I’m here now.” His voice comes out muffled against your skin. Tickling the sensitive area.

You card your fingers through raven strands, pushing them away from his face. Pressing a soft kiss to his temple. You pull his face away from your neck, hands cupping both sides. A small smile is etched on his lips, as he tends to get a little shy during moments like these.

“What is it, love?” He asks softly.

“My Yu, what a pretty face you have.” His pale cheeks turn a light shade of pink. It’s like he can never handle when all the attention turns to him. You lean in, beginning to pepper kisses all over his face.

A kiss on his hairline, another on the bridge of his nose, and one to the apples of his cheeks. Quiet laughter fills the room as Yuta does nothing to stop your kiss attack. Enjoying this moment of drowning in your affection.

You pull away, noting how his cheeks have turned to a deeper shade of red. He looks at your lips then back up to your eyes. He has the biggest puppy dog eyes full of love and adoration.

“One more?”

It's rare that he gets like this—not being the type to beg for attention—he'd rather just wait until you came to him.

Waits until you finally decide to crawl into his lap—which doesn't take long. You'll wrap your arms around him, bury your face in the crook of his neck. What he really likes is when your fingers slowly creep up, getting tangled in the soft hair at the nape of his neck. Lazily scratching the area. Not that he'll ever admit it.

A heavy hand grips your thigh, squeezing the plush skin. The way you feel under his hand drives him feral, never having something so sweet like you under his touch. Sometimes he’ll even trace his finger up lightly, stopping right at the hem of your shorts. Cyan eyes closely watching the way goosebumps follow his finger.

But there are times where Kashimo thinks that you have him all figured out. You’ve caught on to the fact that he likes to wait for you to make the first move. So, you decide that two can play at this little game. You’ll wait until the sorcerer—who’s usually confident in everything he does—finally decides to use his words to get what he so desperately wants.

It might take days for Kashimo to finally cave in, but the outcome is beyond worth it.

After dinner, you and Kashimo both work in tandem to clean up the kitchen. You bring the last few dishes over to the sink where he’s currently washing the others. He stands there, scrubbing the cup a bit more harshly than he needs to. The corners of his mouth pulled down, pouting like the grumpy old man he is.

“What’s up with you?” You ask in a casual manner, really trying to get under his skin. And from the looks of it, it’s working.

You can see the way his fingers twitch slightly around the cup. The way the corner of his mouth twitches, like he’s stopping himself from saying what he really wants. It’s taking everything in him to not take you right here on the kitchen counters.

“Nothing, I’m fine. Finish cleaning up.”

“Hajime,” you start, giving him that deadpan look. “You’re staring at that cup like it’s wronged you in the worst way.”

He turns, giving you that look you know all too well. A straight face with eyes that feel like they’re piercing through your soul. You’ve seen it too many times before with all the little games you like to play.

You put your hands up, mocking surrender. “Okay… back to work then.”

Cut to later that night, you’re now lying in bed after showering and finishing up your nightly routine. When Kashimo enters your shared bedroom you can see it—feel it even. The shift in the room. The air feels thicker. The way his eyes immediately focus on you when he walks into the room has you squirming underneath his gaze. It’s intense.

He makes his way between your legs, turning to press his face against your thigh. It’s hot against his cheek. He takes a deep inhale of your scent, letting out a heavy groan that vibrates against your thigh. The sweet smell of your body wash mixed with your natural scent drives him crazy. It clouds his mind like smoke, making him feel dizzy.

Big, heavy hands grip your thighs, as if you might vanish if he doesn't hold on tight enough. Rough and calloused against your skin from the countless battles he's been chasing. 400 years without the gentle touch of a lover really does take a toll on a man. Kashimo wouldn't mind if the last breath he ever took was right here between your pretty legs.

He nips at the plush skin causing you to flinch. You snake your hand down, fingers getting tangled in the cyan hair that tickles your legs. “That hurt, Hajime,”you whine.

He looks up, heavy lidded eyes meet yours, never breaking away for a second. Fuck Kashimo looks so good like this between your legs, starved for your touch. He’ll take anything you give him. A thin layer of sweat already covers his pretty face. Cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

He licks the bite mark, soothing the stinging sensation it’s left behind. “You taste good,” he chokes out, voice strained.

This is all too much for Kashimo. He never thought he’d end up in a situation like this after being alone for so long. He wasn’t like this until you came along—so desperate for attention. He feels pathetic, but in the best way possible.

“Touch me,” he mumbles into your thigh. The blush on his face deepens, traveling down his neck to his chest. For someone who’s usually confident and in control, he suddenly feels a bit shy as those words leave his mouth.

"Finally using your words, Hajime," you tease. You scratch at his scalp, carding your fingers through his soft hair. A low grumble vibrates from deep in his chest. He's like a little cat purring in your lap. There really is nothing better than seeing one of the strongest sorcerers like this—soft and needy, like putty in your hands.

The sound of sheets rustling catches your attention. You look up to see that Kashimo has been softly grinding against the bed. A wide grin stretches across your face. This little game you started of trying to get Kashimo to give in first is going better than you had anticipated.

"Hajime-"

Shit. He's been caught. Yet he can't bring himself to stop, the throbbing ache between his legs is too much to ignore right now. The only thing bringing him some relief is the soft sheets beneath him—and the fact that he knows your soaked in your own arousal under your sleep shorts. It's enough to make him cum in his sweats.

He nips at your thigh once again. "Not a word."

For the past couple of days you’ve been feeling the weight of Kashimo’s eyes on you—but it’s not so much in the ‘cutely admiring you’ type of way.

It lingers, there’s something that you can’t quite place swimming underneath those pools of cyan. No matter what you’re doing he’s always there with that piercing gaze. Having to look away anytime he gets like this, your face heats up not knowing how to deal with this newfound attention.

With now being one of those many times where you’ve caught him staring. All you wanted to do was relax and watch a little bit of tv, days off are rare for the both of you so why not take advantage of this time?

But the relaxation part doesn’t last very long when you feel that familiar heavy gaze.

It’s hard to ignore when you can also see him out of your peripheral. He doesn’t move, just choosing to silently watch you. You slowly turn towards Kashimo, trying to follow his line of sight.

It’s your lips. He’s been staring at your lips this whole time.

“What is it, Hajime?” You bring your hand up to your mouth, feeling around the area. “Is there something on my face?”

He shuffles closer, slender fingers gently taking hold of your jaw. Your bottom lip is met with the rough pad of his thumb, he begins to slowly trace it.

“Open your mouth.” His voice is low, yet gentle. It pulls you in, obeying without a thought. You part your lips just enough for Kashimo to slide his thumb in and press it down on your tongue. He focuses on the way it feels—it’s warm, wet.

There’s a slight twitch in his pants that his chooses to ignore, wanting to continue this ‘observation’ of his. “Mmf—‘jime!” You grab his wrist, pulling his hand away from your face. A thin string of saliva connecting the tip of your tongue to his thumb.

“Could’ve given me a warning before you did that, Hajime.” You rub at your lip, trying to wipe away any remaining drool. Though his actions took you by surprise, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t feeling a bit needy for more.

“I’m going to try something.” Bringing his hand to your mouth once again, he slides his middle and ring finger inside. Going a bit deeper than he did before. But it’s too much. Your gag reflex kicks in, Kashimo can feel the way your throat is contracting—a desperate attempt to remove the fingers that invade your mouth.

Your tongue traces his long, slender fingers, coating them in your saliva. It messily makes its way down the rest of his hand while some of it gets on your chin. Your hands move on instinct, grabbing at his wrist again but you make no attempt to pull him away.

“Breathe through your nose. Relax your throat.” Kashimo’s voice is soothing, helping you focus on trying to get air.

You look down to see that there’s now a very prominent bulge in his pants. Seems you’re not the only one that’s enjoying this experience. There’s a fire burning in your lower belly, your thighs rub together looking for any sort of friction.

Just when you thought he was going to give you more, he pulls away. With his fingers no longer taking up space in your mouth, you’re able to take in more air. Cyan eyes watch the way your chest rises and falls rapidly.

The corner of his mouth curves up slightly, that all too familiar smirk growing on his face. His voice comes out in that low, raspy way that makes your head feel fuzzy. “Again?”