#gaku

You didn't even bother to glance into his direction. And it just took a tic of him to not lose his mind — he hates getting avoided. Around others like Shishiba or Osaragi? He doesn't care.

Actually he doesn't care at all.

But if it's you? You will notice subtle hints how it's tormenting him.

"What are you doing today hmm?" he hummed and made his way behind you, "let's go out!"

"Alexa, play shut up and drive by Rihanna." you said loudly and continued to mind your own business.

Leaving a message by using Alexa huh?

He planted his chin over your shoulder and let his arms delicately wrap themselves around your waist. "Alex, play sorry by Justin Bieber."

A sigh escaped your lips as you furrowed your brows, eye twitching slightly in annoyance.

"Pleaseeee!" he dragged out the word into its length and began whining, "I'm sorry! Please forgive me!"

No reaction. Instead the sound of your knife hitting the board grew in volume to overturn his own voice.

Just know it was driving him insane as he decided to drop his forehead on your shoulder and leave out a breathless chuckle. "You really know how to push my buttons..." he whispered.

"And you? You don't do that at all huh?" you finally replied.

This was just the start of it.

ASAKURA SHIN.

one word to describe him perfectly? desperate. clearly desperate for your attention and also affection — he may act nonchalant and as if it doesn't take a hit against his whole, don't be fooled. inwardly, he is dying. but he doesn't want to admit it since he still thinks you both were wrong in the argument. what makes it worse, you two worked together the day after.

"Can you pass me the packs?" you questioned loudly and extended your hand.

For Shin? It was a reflex. His hand immediately placed itself over the several packs as he stood in the same aisle, just a few steps away from you. He knew what you needed and was ready to pass it.

"Here!"

But Lu already did, seconds faster than him. Seriously — it was a hit to his face as he realised how he was about to pass you the packs despite knowing you weren't on the best terms.

And he also knows that you were talking to Lu instead of him!

"Thank you, Lu." your lips curled into a carefree smile, "in fact, can you stay here? I need someone to help me."

"Sure! What do you need?" she replied with a cherry smile and neared you impossible close.

Well it wasn't that close, but it was close enough to throw Shin off. His eyes stealing a few glances occasionally as he tried his best to do his own job and ignore you.

On second thought, it was too hard for him to ignore you.

"Can you help me sort this out?" you pointed at the various things and then to the corresponding shelves she should put it in.

Usually, you would've asked him to help you and he wouldn't hesitate to rush to help you. Why don't you ask him though? Even if you are on bad terms, you're still here to work.

Yes. You are work colleagues. You could have asked him and you didn't. It's not like he's disappointed or upset (which he totally is) — yet asking Lu out of all people? The lazy one who had no plan of sorting out the shelves?

Seriously?

He huffed out and immediately snapped his head back ahead, lips forming a straight line and a frown settling on his face.

"Sorry." is all he could mutter out, barely a whisper and too quiet to catch.

He is so desperate.

UZUKI KEI.

tries to brush off your attitude towards him, acting all nonchalant next to you and also doesn't lose many words about the argument. of course he notices that you started to ignore him after the last words shared between you and also — you always start the random conversation. now no one mutters a word. yet he tries to open up a conversation while apologising.

The silence was heavy to say at least. Almost suffocating — which is why Gaku to leave the room and hide in his own, not being able to play well in such heaviness.

Everyone in the group knew what's wrong. With everyone, I meant everyone happened to know about the little fight you and Kei had because of your worries over his safety.

Yet Kei is stubborn. Enough to let the urge grow to rip out all your hair and throw them at his handsome face. Hell you even forced him to eat more!

That man looked like some kind of corpse with those sunken cheeks and empty, dead eyes.

And man, he avoids everything when his own health is involved.

"Thanks, Kumanomi..." he trailed off as he received a meal from his sister.

"No need to thank me, Kei. [name] is right, you should eat more." she folded her arms and disappeared again, mission already accomplished.

What now? Yes, here he sits. On the couch. Next to you. Yet there was some space between you.

The man slowly lifted his head and glanced to you, watching how unbothered you were — watching some silly videos on your phone. His hand raised as he began to stir before taking one bite.

"...I'm sorry." he began slowly yet surely, trailing off since his mind couldn't form a coherent sentence. "Eh... I think uh— you were right."

You listened. Of course you did. But you  tried to play it off, eyes glued to your screen while waiting for his next words.

"I should take care of myself more. Thank you for worrying about me... I really appreciate it." he showed his gratitude with a faint smile ghosting over his lips. "I hope you aren't that mad anymore."

He waits. The seconds passing felt like hours. And it urges him to part his lips again.

"Please don't ignore me..."

"You're such an idiot." your eye twitched slightly and eventually looked up from your phone, "hell yes, you should be grateful for my worries. Don't brush it off anymore! And you have to finish this, alright?"

"Yes, ma'am."

That's right, he was miserable.

GAKU.

oh god — good luck with him and silent treatment since he simply does not care. he does enjoy your silence more than anything, moments where you two just sit together, your shoulders touching and embracing the warmth. yet the longer you keep this going, the more annoyed he is. and he also doesn't like the idea of you walking away whenever he enters the room. his patience is slowly wearing thin and at the end, you won.

It's not as if he feels bad — and he also knows you're right when you said you two should spend more time together and go out instead of staying in the hideout all the day.

But you have to accept that Gaku is a hella lazy man, his hands always having to grip onto his phone or gaming console when he isn't busy with the missions or anything.

Yet also you shouldn't also forget — he doesn't even try to put any effort into your dates. Or anything else around the  relationship.

No wonder why you are so mad, he understands. It's just, he doesn't understand how to better himself since he's always been like that.

"G'morning..." he muttered and yawned as he entered the room, bare muscles flexing.

"Wear a shirt." Kumanomi immediately narrowed her eyes and scrutinised him.

"Yeah..." he twitched at her glare and lifted his gaze from the screen, searching for your figure. "Where's [name]?"

"[name]-sama just left the moment you set a foot into the room." Kashima pointed at one door.

Surprise, surprise! It was your door to be specific.

"Oh." he let out and rubbed his neck.

"You two should make up." Kumanomi folded her arms, "or else you'll be left miserable."

"What a way to tell me..." Gaku grumbled and made his way to your room.

At the end it was just her way of caring and he's aware, so he doesn't take it in a mean way. She's right. You should make up.

But the moment he opened the door that lead to your room (without the decency to knock), you already rose from the seat and wanted to walk past him.

It irritated him. At first he didn't mind much but now? He doesn't like this petty fight at all.

"Wait a second." he grasped your wrist and dragged you into the room again. "I'm tired of this back and forth. Actually leave out the forth part..."

You stared at him, lips forming a straight line as you raised a brow. "You think I'm not annoyed?" you questioned, "this is how I feel. Sometimes I feel like an obsessive ex following you around."

Silence. He doesn't dare to say something yet, mind too puzzled.

"And now I want you to better yourself. Don't talk to me if you aren't ready yet."

His fingers are still wrapped around your wrist as he parted his lips, trying to form a normal sentence — to reply and not let you stand here alone, to make an effort you aren't the only one talking.

"I... am ready." he whispered under his breath, "I just don't know how to start."

Of course he is willing to try. It's not like he wants this relationship to end.

Because he is a sucker for his pretty girlfriend.

He tilted his head, and his heavy gaze swept over your entire silhouette, lingering in places where your skin was visible, like your thick thighs, your lower pudgy belly, and your cleavage. You scratched the back of your neck, unable to find the will to smile at him, your face motionless. Gaku had a magical power over you: it was to completely short-circuit your brain with just a look or a word.

“You good?” he asked, bringing his blunt back to his mouth to take a drag.

“Yes,” you cleared your throat. “Did you have a good day?”

“Same shit every day, you know.” He exhaled smoke from his mouth. “And you?”

Embarrassment washed over you. You had spent all day playing your otomes. You thought for a few seconds to come up with a lie.

“Y-Yeah, I had a busy day.”

“Why are you always stuttering when you talk to me? I don’t bite.” His eyes narrowed. “Unless you want me to.”

Was your crush flirting with you? You had known him for years, but you had always been too shy to confess your feelings. The temperature in your body rose, and you suddenly felt too hot even in your tank top.

“You’re just kind of intimidating,” you dared to say.

He moved closer to you, so that your thighs were touching.

“Yet, I’m nice to you.”

“You’re mean to others?”

“I just don’t care about people,” he rested his head on your shoulder, and butterflies took flight in your stomach. “But I care about you,” he added. “Stop being so shy with me.”

His words were like a blanket over your heart.

“I’ve been playing my romance games all day,” you finally admitted. Blood rushed to your cheeks, your voice hesitant.

He glanced at your Switch.

“Don’t be embarrassed, I spend hours playing my games too,” he reassured you. “What’s your game this time?”

As if a switch had been turned on in your head, your passion for otome games overwhelmed you, and your voice became enthusiastic, losing its trembling.

“It's Hakuoki. It's a historical otome. It follows a group of samurai investigating our father's death. It's one of the best otome games out there; it has an anime and tons of different games. The characters are super endearing, the found family trope is super well-written, and the romantic endings are awesome. Even though you're only following one character's route, the characters are so well-developed that you become attached to all the others at once. It's a popular otome, so the voice actors are popular; one character is voiced by Nanami's seiyuu in Jujutsu Kaisen,” you said in one breath, your voice cheerful and your eyes sparkling as you talked about your passion. “Do you know Jujutsu Kaisen? I'm playing a visual novel fangame of that manga, it's awesome. I have to pay for the erotic endings, tho.”

Gaku had a gentle look over his face as he listened to you, finding you so cute to be so passionate.

“What’s your favorite character?”

“Okita,” you pointed to who he was on your Switch screen. “He has tuberculosis, and there’s a real focus on his relationship with his role as a samurai and his illness. Being a samurai is his whole life. He doesn’t feel capable of living if he can’t be useful to his friends. He’s extremely loyal and does anything for his loved ones. I love him so much.”

“You always love characters who are loyal and devoted to their loved ones. It was the same for Nicola in Piofiore.”

Your heart swelled.

“You remembered.”

He looked up at you. “Of course I did. You think I don’t listen to you?”

You shook your head, your face offered a shy smile.

“It’s just that everyone doesn’t care about my yapping about otomes.”

“Not me. I think about you when I have love and deepspace ads on tiktok.”

A soft chuckle escaped your lips. “You should download it.”

“Nah.” Gaku shifted on the couch, lifting his hips to sit up better. The gesture was sexy, warmth pooling low in your belly. He still had that natural sensuality; it was in his aura; he walked through the world with indifference and confidence, and it was so attractive to you.

You continued your otome route, Gaku's head still resting on your shoulder as he watched the choices you made. He let out low chuckles when he saw you get excited by a physical connection between the main character and the love interest.

Gaku smelled of weed and the masculine scent of expensive cologne. The scent enveloped you in a comforting and familiar hug. You wanted to snuggle up to him, but you were too shy. Actually, you didn't even know if your feelings were reciprocated; Gaku was so nonchalant, you never knew what he was thinking.

“Do you have a girlfriend right now?”

Your mouth had moved faster than your brain, and you wanted to facepalm yourself for being so tactless. Gaku kept a straight face, his eyes fixed on your fingers as they tapped the screen of your game console.

“Nah.”

Gaku had many relationships, but laidback as he was, he was easily bored with them once the routine set in. In fact, the only person he'd been interested in for so long was you. When he met Uzuki many years ago, when you were still young, he noticed you immediately. You walked around with ribbon bows in your braids and pink ballet flats, adorable and coquette, while most kids didn't care about fashion. Routine with you was comfortable. He could hear you talk about your passions without ever losing interest in the conversation.

Gaku's eyes lingered on your bare thighs a few moments before speaking.

“And you? I've never seen you in a relationship since I've known you.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks again.

“I don't even have friends, so no, I don't have boyfriends.”

“Ouch.” Gaku placed his hand on his heart, in mock-pain. “After all these years, you don't consider me your friend.”

You widened your eyes.

“Of course I do! I meant besides my brother's friends, I don't have anyone.”

“That's because you're focused on your inner world with your romance stories and don't pay attention to reality.” Gaku poked your temple. “If you opened up to the outside world, I'm sure everyone would adore you.”

Your eyes grew warmer.

“Thank you, Gaku.”

“No need to thank me, I'm just spittin’ facts.”

The rest of the evening passed with Gaku pressed against you, and you felt safe and interesting as he listened to all your monologues as you explained the lore of your games. When it was time for him to go home, he gave you a kiss on the temple before getting up from the couch and leaving the house. You already missed his scent.

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The next day, you were home alone when you heard a knock at the door. Surprise flashed across your face when you saw Gaku in front of you. His hood was down, his handsome face on full display. His height towered over you; he stood with his hands in his pockets. He was wearing his usual navy blue hoodie and black baggy jeans, with a silver chain around his neck. His gray hair was messy from the humidity, the strands slightly wavy.

His eyes roamed your body from head to toe, appreciation in his gaze. He lingered on your usual bows in your hair, the frilly hem of your pink dress that was the perfect shade for your brown skin, and your Mary Jane shoes. As usual, you looked like a princess.

“Uzuki isn’t here.”

“Didn’t come for him.”

“You came for me?” you asked, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, I've been thinking about our conversation. We only see each other when your brother is around, so you don't consider me a personal friend of yours. I thought we could go on a car ride together.” He raised his arm, revealing a grocery bag you hadn't noticed. “I bought some snacks.”

The butterflies from yesterday were returning to invade your stomach. You stepped back to grab your bag at the entrance and join Gaku outside. Your heart was beating a little faster; it was the first time you'd spent time alone with him, and you were excited. Gaku was an orphan and still a student, so his car wasn't the most expensive, but it was perfectly clean, and when you stepped inside, a pleasant scent of jasmine filled your nostrils.

“Want some?” Gaku took a blunt out of his pocket, and you shook your head.

“You’re always so proper and doing the right thing.”

You swore you heard a smile in his voice, but his face remained impassive. He started the car and put on a playlist. “More than ever” by Lucki was playing in the car, a soft rap song with a soaring instrumental. Gaku jerked his chin at you to get some food from the bag, and he drove with one hand on the wheel.

“What were you doing before I came?”

“Playing love and deepspace.” You nibbled on chips. “I’m trying to understand the lore of Rafayel and Sylus in their myths. I spent too much money on them again, my mother will scold me.”

“Rafayel, the fish?”

“Gaku! Don’t call him that. That’s my husband right here.”

He let out a low chuckle. “My bad. Right, I forgot you’re married. To like… 10 fictional men?”

“Marius from Tears of Themis, Yang from Piofiore, Chevalier from Ikemen Prince, Lance from Court of Darkness, Harada from Hakuoki, Yanagi from Collar x Malice-”

“You’re so greedy.”

You nudged him playfully. “You’re jealous because your life is boring without characters to obsess over.”

“Right, I’m so jealous.”

He stopped at the red light to let pedestrians cross and turned to you. His gaze was soft, his red eyes shining with a warm flame.

“Why do you like these games so much? What’s the psychological mechanism behind them? Escapism?”

Your mischievous smile faded, giving way to a serious expression.

“You really want to know? Do you promise not to make fun of me?”

“Do I look like I have enough emotion on my face to make fun of you?” He reassured you, focusing on the road again.

You took a deep breath, hands on your bare thighs.

“I don’t really think I’ll end up in a relationship one day.”

“Bullshit.” His hands tightened on the steering wheel.

“Gaku, you’re my friend, of course you’re going to believe in me. But I never managed to make friends in high school, and boys think I’m weird. When I play these games, I can immerse myself in a person who is loved for who they are. It’s very therapeutic for me; I always feel full after completing a route. These are games designed for women, so the love interests are written to meet our emotional needs.”

“You just haven’t found your person yet.”

“I’m afraid she doesn’t exist.”

“What if it’s me?”

Your hands, which were playing with the em of your dress, froze. “What?”

“What if I’m your person? I find you gorgeous, you’re not weird to me, and I love hearing you yapping about your game lore.”

His words made you dizzy. You opened your mouth, then closed it. Gaku didn’t have a smile on his face, just his usual calm face, which made you unsure if he was serious or if it was just a friendly way of showing his affection.

“Gaku, you can’t say words like that to a girl unless you’re in love with her.”

“You didn’t know?”

“What?”

He gave you a look, the intensity in it making you swallow hard. “I love you.”

It felt as if all the air in your lungs was trapped inside, unable to supply you with oxygen. Your hands trembled on your thighs.

“You can’t be serious,” you whispered.

“I’m not Nagumo, bullshit doesn’t come out of my mouth often. When I say that I love you, I mean it.”

Maybe Gaku was a man like that. A man who took what he wanted without asking himself several questions first. He was your opposite, you were socially awkward and was overthinking all of your interactions. Like yin and yang, you complemented each other, and maybe he was right when he said he was your person.

“I had a crush of you for years, I never thought it would be mutual,” you murmured, your voice shy, still wondering if it was a dream.

“We’re on the same page then.”

Gaku parked in a parking lot, took out his blunt and lighter, then lit it to wrap his lips around it. He leaned back on the backrest of the seat, smoke coming from his mouth. He turned to you.

“I don’t know how to be a good boyfriend. I don’t really care about a lot of romantic stuff, so just tell me what you want. I’ll remember and do whatever you want.”

It was a gentle side of Gaku that you didn’t know existed, but you deeply appreciated being able to witness it.

“I want it to be natural between us, so I’d like you to take the initiative. When you see me, aren’t there things you want to do with me since you like me?”

“Smoke weed and listen to you talk about your husbands.”

You chuckled. “Besides that.”

“You’re going to say I’m misogynistic and objectify you.”

Flustered, you looked away.

“You want to have sex with me?”

“Who wouldn’t? You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. But you’re more than your beauty. I swear I love you for more than that, I just don’t know how to be a good boyfriend. I didn’t have any love models when I was young; I always grew up in an orphanage. There is no love there. I just know how to have sex and… Smoke weed with you.”

His jaw tensed. You took his free hand in yours and intertwined your fingers.

“We'll be a team. I know a lot about romance. I can write a list of scenarios and activities I want to do as a couple with you, and you'll do them in any order you want. We'll establish rules for managing conflicts and arguments, and how to communicate when the other person is upset. We got this.”

You smiled at him, and his gaze grew warmer.

“Wanna go to the backseat? I have blankets, I wanna hug you,” he proposed. Smooth talker. 

Your eyes lit up and you nodded. 

With a few maneuvers, you found yourself in the backseat, sitting on his lap. Hands on your hips, he buried your head in your neck to press soft kisses, giving you goosebumps. His hands moved down to your ass to grip it firmly. The light kisses turned into open-mouthed kisses, his tongue caressing the skin and his mouth sucking the bits of flesh.

“I never did that,” you whispered.

He lifted his head from your neck, his red eyes dilated. A few grey strands fell in front of his gaze and his forehead, a different look from his usual slicked back hair.

“I'll take care of you. I'm good at this. It's the only thing I'm good at, actually.”

“Don't say that, Gaku.”

You dug your hands into his hair. He leaned into your touch and closed his eyes. He continued to kiss your neck and suck on the skin. A budding heat crackled low in your belly, and desire began to take hold of you. You wanted him.

Actually, you'd always wanted him. On Instagram, there was a photo of him at the beach with Uzuki and his friends. You couldn't even begin to count how many times you'd masturbated to the sight of his abs and biceps, how you wanted the hard planes of his body to rub against your softer ones, and how you wanted his nonchalant expression to turn into a blush of physical exertion. Every time you had a romantic scenario in your otomes, you imagined them at night with him.

“What are you thinking in that pretty head of yours?”

“Thinking about the fact that I've liked you for years.”

His mouth moved up to your face, tracing your jaw.

“I'm not as special as you for you to love me this much, you know.”

“I didn't know you had such an insecure side to you, Gaku.”

He nuzzled his nose against yours for an Eskimo kiss.

“I'm not insecure. I'm realistic. I don't do much with my life except go to the gym, play games, go to college, and smoke weed with my friends. I'm a dull work of art when you're a masterpiece filled with bright colors. I can't compete with your mind.”

His lips gently touched yours, and you closed your eyes while he kept them open, narrowing at the sight of your peaceful expression, pressed against him. You looked like an angel, a pretty princess, with your pink ribbon bows wrapped in your braids and the pastel colors of your eyeshadow. He could eat you alive if he could.

The soft presses of his lips became more demanding, his hands placed on your waist to pull you closer to him, and he lifted his hips to sit better against the back of the seat. With a small sigh, you opened your mouth, letting him enter, his tongue curling around yours in a slow, languid dance. His cock twitched in his pants as he sensed your inexperience in your kisses, understanding that he would be the first man to win your heart, and he resolved to be the last.

“Are you in love with me or do you just like the way I make you feel because I'm the only boy who listens to you?” he murmured against your lips.

“Don't say that,” you repeated, your heart aching that Gaku would think that of you. “I love everything about you. Whether it's the way you feel like you don't care about anything, or your ability to contain your emotions while mine overflow everywhere. You're like a quiet, reassuring force that I want to snuggle up to every time you're near me. I love your confidence, your diligence in the things you enjoy, and how you don't seem to be affected by the tragedies of our world; it speaks to a great strength of mind. You're still very caring with those close to you, and very attentive; you make sure your friends are comfortable around you. You're like a big teddy bear.”

For the first time in his life, Gaku's heart began to beat faster, and he couldn't explain why something twisted in his stomach as he listened to you. His hands tightened their grip around your waist, and his kisses became more aggressive. He nibbled your lower lip, sucked on your tongue, and rocked his hips against you so you could feel his erection against you. He noticed your flustered expression at his gesture, and the blood rushed even more to his bulge.

“Did the main character in your video games have their first time in a car?”

“Not really,” you chuckled against his lips. “It's romantic, and on a bed.”

“Are you implying I'm not romantic? I can be for you.”

He angled his hips to rub his clothed cock against your panties under your dress, and you arched your back, nibbling his lip as you closed your eyes. With each roll of his pelvis, you gyrated yours to meet his, in a dynamic rhythm that sparked a fire between you. The more his erection ground against your clothed cunt, the more desire engulfed you like a crashing wave, making you want more.

“Tell me how I can become like your otome love interests. Sylus, how does he take care of the main character?”

“You will never be him.”

Gaku suppressed an eye roll.

“Of course, I'm not a criminal.”

“Sylus is kind of submissive; he worships the main character. He wants her to feel safe with him. Even if she hurt him in the past, she's still the love of his life, transcending time and reincarnations.”

“Fuck him, honestly, how do I compete with that?”

Your quiet laugh filled the car. “But I can show you how you should make love to me. I've imagined this moment many times.”

You took his hand and placed it on your neckline.

“You can worship in your own way, no need to reincarnate.”

“I'm not used to being gentle in bed.”

“Maybe because you didn't like your previous partners. When you see me, don't you want to take care of me?”

His eyes softened. “Of course, I do. I want to treat you gently. You deserve the best of me.”

“So show me what the best of you is.”

Gaku cupped your clothed breast, kneading it through the light fabric of your dress, and licked his lips as he felt your nipple harden against his hand. He lowered the cups, and his lips closed over your right nipple to suck it while he pinched and rolled the other between his fingers. Your back arched more, and you let out a soft sigh, riding his erection.

He undressed you vertically, removing the thin straps of your dress and sliding it down so that your upper body was bare. He pulled his head back for a few moments to admire the view of your breasts, your nipples slightly moistened by his mouth. 

You looked like a buffet, a buffet of sweet desserts, which anyone would pounce on if they had the chance to see it. Having your breasts in his mouth wasn't enough; he really needed to be able to eat you, just to keep you with him forever. But he couldn't tell you that without sounding like an orphan disturbed in his head.

He pressed soft kisses between your breasts, his mouth moving down to kiss your pudgy belly, your arms, your hips, and suck on any part of your flesh that had an excess of fat. Your brown skin was dotted with dark marks from his hickeys, but he didn't care. Now that you were his, he would claim you every day. And he hoped you would do the same, claiming him as yours.

He gently laid you down on the backseat and took off your dress. He kissed your feet, making you tickle, and his heart swelled at the sound of your little chuckles. His mouth traveled down your entire leg, and not a single part of your body hadn't experienced his lips on you. He kissed your inner thighs, but you suddenly clenched them. He looked up and noticed you looking away, flustered.

“What is it?”

“I’m not shaved.”

He cocked his head to one side, frowning. He waited several seconds to see when the joke would come, but you remained silent and embarrassed.

“Do I look like I give a fuck?”

To show you he wasn’t intimidated by your pubic hair, he slid your panties down your legs, and his hands parted your hairs to find a path to your tight heat. He indulged in your arousal, the tip of his tongue wiggled through your wet folds. You bent your knees on the seat, pushing yourself up on your elbows to watch his head disappear between your thighs. His eyes were closed, as if savoring the taste of you in his mouth. A gentle pulse warmed your lower abdomen, and your breathing quickened as he drove his tongue deeper into you.

A slight tremor ran through your skin as he brushed your clit, the flicks expert and precise as he traced circles. You put your hand over your mouth to keep from moaning too loudly, but the pleasure overwhelmed you, your body burning.

“Keep makin’ pretty noises, f’me,” he hummed against you, a deep crease between his eyebrows as he saw you muffle your moans. Either way, he was going to pleasure you so much that you wouldn’t have a choice but to scream his name, he promised you.

He wrapped his lips around your clit to suck it greedily, you clenched your thighs around his face and ground your cunt into his mouth. He parted your folds before pushing a finger inside you, and he shuddered at the sensation of how tight you were. He plunged his digit in and out before inserting a second, while he abused your throbbing bud.

He curled them to hit that spongey spot inside you. The combination of G-spot and clit stimulation made you lose your mind. A hot coil wound tighter and tighter in your stomach before exploding like an inferno seizing your body to set you ablaze. You whimpered a loud 'gaku!' before throwing your head back, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm.

Gaku withdrew from your crotch, the bottom of his face glistening. He took off his clothes and threw them on the floor of his car. You caught your breath and glanced at him. You bit your lip at the sight of his massive muscles in front of you, his defined abs and V-line, after spending nights staring at that Instagram photo. But when your eyes fell on the erection, your eyes widened. His size was demonic.

“Um…”

“Mhm?”

He wrapped your legs around his waist, leaning over your body as his height towered over you, his hair falling in front of his eyes and hiding his gaze full of lust and desire. His girthy cock rubbed through the folds, still not inserting itself, lubricating itself with your arousal.

“Are you sure it’ll fit?”

“I will make it fit.”

He began to push his dick into you, your pussy wrapping around the head. You winced at the pain since it was your first time, but Gaku eased your pain with his hand, massaging your clit as he moved his hips backward, withdrawing from you to sink again, but gaining more inches into you this time.

His thrusts were gentle and slow, he remained attentive to your needs and expressions. He stilled inside you when you needed to adjust to his size. When he saw your face relax, he flushed his pelvic floor against yours, his happy trail rubbing against your hairs, and sank in completely. Your air froze in your lungs, but you endured the feeling of being full.

“Atta girl.”

He lay on top of you to press a kiss to your forehead. You wrapped your arms around him, pulled him close, and caressed the hard planes of his muscular back. He peppered your face with kisses, lingering on your jaw, cheeks, and nose. As he plunged in and out, and you panted, an electrifying tension coursing through your muscles, vibrating to the rhythm of your desire. It was a new, overwhelming, but definitely pleasant sensation that took hold of you like a wild fire igniting in your lower abdomen.

Holding onto his elbows, at each corner of your head, his silver chain tapped against your forehead with every movement of his body, a small, reassuring sound that immersed you in the sweetness of the moment. The wet slapslap of skin filled the car and the windows misted up. He pressed his forehead against yours and closed his eyes, his breath caressing your face.

You felt close to his heart, connected to him intimately beyond the physical, and the feeling of security that invaded you made your eyes water.

“You know, you’re my favorite boy ever.”

He kept his eyes closed, but for the first time you'd met him, his lips curved into a smile that reached his eyes. Your heart pounded at the sight, wanting to immortalize this moment forever.

“I don’t know what to say to that. I’m not special, I-”

You crushed your lips on his, your arms wrapping around his neck. His lips parted in shock, and you took the opportunity to mingle your tongue with his. You ravished his mouth, putting all the love you could into the kiss, and making him stop putting himself down.

“Okay, I get it, I get it,” he whispered against your lips. “Sorry.”

“Make love to me. Make me yours. I wanna be your favorite girl too.”

“Stop saying dumb shit like that, you’re always my favorite human in the world.”

He picked up the pace, his hips slamming against yours. He swallowed all your moans, continuing to kiss you, his cock stretching your pussy out. Each of his thrusts was an affirmation of love, and each roll of your pelvis to meet him and follow his dance was a reassurance he mattered in this word. In your own way, you reassured your aching hearts, like a soft blanket over your ache. Like yin and yang, you complemented each other, and in this present moment, you were united forever.

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𝟑 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫

“What’s this?”

Uzuki looked curiously at the box Gaku was carrying. They were heading to Uzuki’s house, to spend time with you.

“It’s for your sister.”

Walking through the front door, he looked for you, eager to give you your gift. You came out of the kitchen, and even though you still had your satin bonnet on, you were still the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.

“What’s up?” you greeted him, snuggling up to him. He hugged you, craving your warmth and scent.

“Just open this.” He jutted his chin at the box on the table.

You began to open the box, your eyes lighting up when you saw the acrylic stands from Tears of Themis and Love and Deepspace. You jumped up and down, and a wide smile stretched your lips as you rushed to unwrap everything from the plastic bags, discovering the otome merch your boyfriend had bought.

In that moment when you beamed with happiness, Gaku really thought he wanted you to have that expression all your life, and he hoped you would. In any case, he'll do anything to be the case. You were his favorite girl, after all.