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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?”

You’ve just about finished making dinner when you hear the front door open. You start wiping down the counters, trying to get all the cleaning done quickly. Walking over to the entrance, you spot Kashimo taking off his shoes. His movements are slow, but not so much in a controlled or precise way. He's exhausted.

Lately, your schedules have been busy with mission after mission. There's barely any time to actually be together, the routine has been the same for the past week or so: get home, shower, maybe order some food, then head to bed. It's tiring, but the higher ups are very demanding and there isn’t much room to say no to them.

Today was supposed to be a day off for both of you. The plan was to stay in and be lazy, order some food and watch shitty movies. And if Kashimo was up for it, maybe he'd let you mess with his hair, try out a few different styles. But all of that had to be put on hold when he got called in for a last-minute mission.

"You’re home just in time, Hajime. I just got finished making dinner,” you say sweetly.

He lets out deep sigh, shoulders sagging a bit. His clothes are a bit dirtied and torn in some places. Hair disheveled, some pieces coming undone from the two buns that he usually styles it in. You reach your hand out, brushing your fingers through his hair. Somehow it’s still kept its softness even after all the running he was doing, you’re almost jealous.

“Rough mission?” you ask.

He leans into your touch, finding comfort in the way your fingers run through his hair. To the others, seeing Kashimo act so soft would seem odd, maybe even concerning. But it’s all normal to you, even if he doesn’t get like this often. Not having any downtime can take a toll on a person, even for someone like him.

“It was nothing I couldn’t handle,” his voice is low, laced with exhaustion.

“Hey, why don’t we take a shower and just relax in bed afterwards? I’m sure it’s been a long day.” Your suggestion sounds nice. It’s been too long since the last time you both got to enjoy a night together. He doesn't say it out loud, but Kashimo would much rather be in your arms than anywhere else right now.

Making your way to the bathroom with Kashimo following a few steps behind. You turn the shower on, the sound of the water rushing out of the shower head fills the room. You stick your hand in, testing the temperature. Turning towards Kashimo, you grab his wrist, beginning to unwrap the bandages on his arm.

"You don't need to do that." He looks down, watching the way you slowly unravel the bandages. You move in such a careful manner, as if he were a fragile piece of glass that you didn't want to break.

"Yeah, but I want to." The corners of your mouth turn up slightly; a small smile etched onto your features.

Once you’re finished, he starts taking off the thick fabric of his clothes with you doing the same. Sliding open the shower door, you check the temperature one last time before getting in. The steam immediately wraps around you and Kashimo. He can feel the stiffness slowly leaving his aching muscles, body becoming more relaxed by the second.

Grabbing the bottle of shampoo, you pop the cap and squeeze a generous amount into the palm of your hand. You lather it up, reaching your hands out to start gently messaging it into Kashimo’s hair.

He lowers his head towards you, closing his eyes. Kashimo lets himself get lost in your gentle touch. The stress from the day melts away, following the droplets of water that slide down the drain.

Letting out a low groan, his voice can barely be heard over the sound of the water rushing. “That feels nice.”

You push his head back under the water, watching the soap run down the crevices of his body. Kashimo isn’t one to express his feelings out loud, but you know that he loves when you take care of him like this. He loves the closeness of it all, something that took him a bit to get used to.

Stepping out of the shower, you wrap yourself in a fluffy towel. It’s soft against your skin. You hand one to Kashimo, both taking your time drying off. Making your way to your shared bedroom, you pick out some comfy pajama bottoms and an oversized shirt. While Kashimo opts to just wear sweatpants.

He moves to sit at the edge of the bed with you standing between his parted legs. He looks up at up you with that cute little pout he always wears. Watching the way you grab his towel, bringing it closer to him. His pout deepens a little. “What are you doing?”

“Your hair is dripping everywhere like wet dog, Hajime. I’m just going to dry it a little.” You shoot him a serious look, letting him know to not complain. Using the towel, you ruffle his hair a bit getting rid of any excess water.

“You can get in bed now. I’ll join you in a sec.” You make a quick trip to the bathroom to put the towels away. When you come back to your bedroom you notice that Kashimo already seems to have fallen asleep.

The constant missions must’ve taken a toll on him more than you initially thought. Climbing into bed, you watch the way his chest rises and falls with each deep breath. You admire his pretty face, brushing some of the hair out of the way. You use your finger to delicately trace the little lightning marks underneath his lashes.

Without a second thought he shuffles over slotting himself between your legs, placing his head on your chest. Taking in a deep breath, the sweet scent of your body wash mixed with your natural scent brings him much comfort.

You feel the weight of his body slowly being pressed against you. The rhythmic beats of your heart helping him doze off.

tags; mdni 18+ riding, no plot, p in v, handjob, possibly ooc kashimo, wc 2.4k

a/n: dude it feels like it’s been eons since i’ve written smut so idk how to feel about this. we’ll count this as a warmup/practice for some other stuff i’m working on

If there’s one thing you both loved and hated about your boyfriend.

It’s definitely how can cocky he can be.

Sure you love how confident he gets when he finds a good opponent. That fiery look he gets in his eyes. The overly confident smirk on his lips, like he already knows the outcome of the fight. Watching the way he moves, years of experience in the battlefield, knowing just how to overwhelm his opponent.

God, you love watching him in his element. You’d love it even more if you got to see all those muscles you know are flexing with his every move.

But you can’t complain too much when Kashimo comes home, stripping himself of the thick fabric. The sweat running down his toned body, through the ridges of his abs—down his broad chest that heaves up and down with each heavy breath.

Never in his 400 years of being on this earth did Kashimo ever think he would be jealous of a little furball.

Now, Kashimo’s known for a while that you have a pet, he's met the damn thing multiple times when he would stay over at your apartment. But this was before you both decided to take that next big step and live together.

So, the problem isn't that he and your feline friend didn't get along. Your cat, Milo, actually liked Kashimo. Curling up in his lap from time to time, ‘making biscuits’ on his chest, even following him around the place and rubbing against his legs. After multiple visits to your place, Milo had grown used to Kashimo's presence.

The real isssue is that he never realized how attached little Milo was to you until he moved in.

Always around you, taking up all your attention. Kashimo isn’t the type to beg for affection, but sometimes he wants to be one with his head in your lap. It’s like the little guy knows exactly what he’s doing.

Which is the exact predicament he’s in right now.

Coming home from a long day of training, all he wanted to do was shower and nap with his head in your lap while you scratched his scalp. Loving the feeling of your warm skin against his face. It brings him comfort and helps him relax.

But no.

The furball beat him to it. Walking into the living room after finishing up his shower, already getting irritated the second he sees Milo lying snug on your thighs. Making a perfect ‘loaf’ is what Kashimo remembers you calling it.

“He’s a baby. He just wants love and affection” is what you would tell him. But you also call Kashimo your ‘baby’ sometimes, as much as he claims to hate it, but doesn’t that mean he’s deserving of your love and affection, too?

And you don’t even notice Kashimo’s sulking or the silent competition he’s in with your pet. Lost in your own little world, eyes focused on the tv watching your little show. He watches as your hand moves to scratch behind Milo’s ear. The ball of fluff begins to purr in contentment. Swearing that his eyes are playing tricks on him when it looks like the little feline is smiling.

He’s not going to lie and say his blood isn’t boiling a little bit. It’s stupid to get worked up over something like this but Kashimo would like to spend some time with his own partner.

But he’ll be good and let Milo take the win this time.

Later that night, after finishing up getting ready for bed, he walks into the bedroom to see Milo lying on your chest. You turn your head to see Kashimo glaring in your direction. Cold, hard staring.

“Hajime, what’s wrong?” voice laced with concern, you sit up slightly. The cat moves to sit beside you. He also stares at Kashimo, head tilted slightly as if to mock concern.

Moving towards the bed, he stops to pick up the ball of fluff. He walks to the other side of the room, voice a bit more serious than what the situation calls for, “He can sleep in his own bed tonight.”

Plopping Milo into his little bed, he gets cozy right away.

Climbing into the bed, he wraps an arm around your waist and places his head on your chest. Letting out a deep sigh, he closes his eyes ready to pass out after the long day.

You bring one of your hands to his head, running your fingers through his hair. Giggling quietly to yourself, “ So that’s what this is about. You seemed more pouty than usual.”

Turning off the light on the bedside table, you both lie in silence for a few minutes before it gets interrupted. Kashimo can practically feel the wide grin forming on your face.

Laughing softly, “I can’t believe one of the strongest sorcerers has beef with a cat.”

He lets out a low grumble, pressing his face further into your chest.

“Just go to sleep already.”

sitting in your shared bedroom, staring down at kashimo, slightly glaring at him. he’s sitting at the edge of the bed, a stoic look on his face. you’re standing in front of him between his legs, arms crossed in front of your chest. you two just had a small argument, nothing serious but it was enough for you be lecturing him about it.

you’ve been going on and on for a good few minutes now and he sorta just wants you both to move past this. just wants you to pamper him and play with his hair but he won’t admit that though. it’s a good thing he knows exactly how to get back on your good side.

hands moving to your hips, he pulls you towards him. going quiet at this very sudden and unexpected action, you stumble a bit, your hands reach out to grab at his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles from all the hard training and many fights. your head tilts slightly to the side, brows furrowing.

letting his hands rest on your hips for a few seconds, squeezing softly. your face is starting to feel warm, but you don’t stop him from whatever he’s doing. you want to see where this goes. feeling one hand slowly travel down to the back of your thigh, goosebumps following wherever they go. he stops right at the crease where your ass meets your thigh, giving it a few soft squeezes while his other hand travels to your ass.

kashimo’s grip tightens, kneading at the soft flesh. he loves the feeling of your plush skin under his big hands. you go still for a few seconds, eyes widening as you look down at him, “hajime, what are you doing?” voice coming out a bit surprised. you didn’t really expect this from him.

tilting his head slightly to look up at you, he puts on the best puppy eyes, lips pushing into a little pout. he lets out a quiet, “i’m sorry for upsetting you.” it’s like he’s suddenly turned very meek, a side of him you don’t get to see often.

staring down at him, the look on your face softening. one of your hands moves to rest at the crook of his neck, your thumb moving softly up and down against his skin. you really just can’t stay mad at him when he’s like this. you’ve basically forgiven him for whatever he’s done, you can’t remember anymore.

it’s like he knows you have a soft spot for this sorta submissive side of him that you rarely get to see. and you really can’t complain because he looks so pretty like this.

it seems like every other month kashimo will start complaining that his bangs are getting too long, the hair is starting to poke his eyes making them irritated. the complaints always start subtly, the way he brushes them back constantly muttering under his breath that the “stupid pieces of hair are in the way.” 

slowly turning into him asking you to clip them back from time to time. you’ll happily oblige, giggling while running back to your shared bedroom to grab one of your cute hair clips. this is one of those rare occasions where kashimo actually lets you use those glittery butterfly clips to decorate his hair. he’ll act like he’s annoyed but you know he secretly loves it when you pamper him.

now this is when the complaining really starts, kashimo tends to get all pouty instead of telling you what’s wrong. huffing and crossing his arms over his chest. you swear he does this on purpose because he wants your attention. trimming bangs is really simple though, you even showed him a tutorial on youtube. but all he says is, "I don't need that silly device to explain how to cut hair.” while softly pushing the phone away from his face.

maybe he just enjoys the closeness when you cut his hair but doesn’t want to admit it. you don’t really mind doing his hair and you’ll admit that you don’t mind when he gets all pouty. it really does give you a bad case of cute aggression. wanting to squeeze him in your arms and kiss all over his pretty face. you'll stop yourself from doing so, not wanting to scare him away.

so here you are in the bathroom, kashimo sits quietly on the toilet seat letting you do your thing. bringing the scissors to his hair, you make the first snip, small pieces of his hair fall softly to the floor. using your fingers to comb through the bangs, shaking out any loose pieces of hair. you take a few pieces between your index and middle finger, making sure it’s even. 

snipping off the pieces held between your fingers, sighing quietly, “you know hajime, if you ever decided to cut all your hair off, I’d have to fight you myself.” you’re joking around for the most part and he knows that, but there’s something in your tone that suggests you’re slightly serious about your threat. tilting his head slightly to look up at you, your gaze is soft, yet there’s a slight sternness in them.

kashimo’s hair is one of your favorite physical features about him. It’s one of the first things a person notices when he walks into the room. it was the first thing you commented on when you and kashimo had first met. asking if he liked to dye his hair or if it was all natural. looking at you like you were dumb; he decided to turn around and ignore you that day.

now kashimo’s not really scared of you, he could easily take you on in a fight. he's got way more years of battle experience, not to mention he’s got plenty of muscle from said experience and he’s extremely fast. there’s no doubt he’s winning. 

but…. he has yet to see you when you’re mad and he’s got a feeling that he doesn’t want to see that side of you. he’d rather just keep you happy and it’s not like he ever planned on cutting it all off anyway.

“is that so…” he mutters quietly, “well if my hair ever got messed up it would be your fault. you’re the only one that I allow to touch it.” his hands move to rest on your hips, his thumbs rubbing small circles onto the exposed skin where your shirt doesn’t cover. there’s a soft look in his eyes, it seems he really does enjoy being close with you. finishing up cutting the last few pieces of hair, you place your hand under his chin, tilting his head up to get a good look. you blow lightly at his face, brushing through his bangs with your fingers. 

laughing when his face scrunches up slightly, you lean down to place a kiss on the bridge of his nose. he truly is very beautiful in your eyes. every feature of his complimenting each other perfectly. from his pretty cyan eyes to the lightening looking marks just beneath them, you really could admire him all day. 

kashimo can feel his face growing hot from all your staring. “stop looking at me like that.” he says quietly. he’s getting embarrassed, not used to getting this kind of attention. he leans his head down, pressing his face to your stomach. “...thank you” the words come out so quietly you almost miss them. he really can’t handle this type of affection. 

a small smile spreads across your face; your gaze is warm. it's a good thing he can’t see it. one of your hands comes up behind his head, softly scratching at the nape of his neck. you use your other hand to comb your fingers through the hair at the top.

“it’s no problem ‘jime, i love taking care of you.” you say softly.