Dove's notes: guess who finally caught up with SakaDays *rubs hands* This is just a lil treat lmao. The fandom may be dead, but my horniness shall live on forever.
☆ Gaku
You on top, always.
Gaku has the monstrous strength to tear a person in half with his bare hands. A well built body with a broad back, strong arms and firm abs that are probably harder than any wall you could hit. Everything about him is made of sharp edges and rough. If he wanted, he could have you positioned in ways you can't even begin to imagine without breaking sweat and it goes without saying that your stamina pales in comparison to his. Yet, all that often goes to waste because of his listless nature.
Of course he may be tempted to do whatever sometimes, but by default this guy is just not eager about taking control when things are on, what he calls, “easy mode”. That's why you often end up on top, doing all the hard work while he sits there amused as hell. Oh yeah, he knows.
"Why should I move? This is nice." He cocked his head to the side, a smug glint in those sharp red eyes. His hands coming to rest behind his head while he watched you struggle to stay upright as your knees grew progressively weaker the longer this game went on. Only when you're ready to tap out is when those arms would wrap themselves around your middle and his hips would snap upwards into you. Everyone loves bonus rounds.
Heavy.
This man can be compared to a large dog that still believes is a puppy. Gaku forgets how big he is when he's around you— He literally turns off his brain completely and just follows his instincts, even more than usual. He will drop on top of you when you're sitting on the couch with no warning, letting out a heavy and quite overly dramatic long sigh. Of course he notices a short moment later when you're on the brink of suffocation, but it's not as it's a completely bad thing. After all, he's never gotten any complaints about his weight when his chest is pressing down onto your back, hitting deep into your hungry little cunt while one of his arms is secured around your head.
Fingering for life.
The fact that he's skilled with his hands is no secret, but he has a borderline obsession with fingering you. He will keep your legs spread on the bed with his own while the long and calloused digits hit deep into your gummy walls, dragging out the cutest sounds from you as you came for the third time. Or was it forth? Honestly he doesn't care to keep track. To him all that matters is that adorable dazed expression on your face and the whimpers he would swallow right up when he leans down to kiss your lips, leaving your mind spinning.
69 or 88? both, obviously.
His personality can be rather fickle, which also includes his sex drive. Gaku is not particularly obsessed with mouthjobs in general— Receiving or giving. Of course he enjoys it in the right place and time, but more often than not it's not his go to.
Though, like mentioned before, he's very fickle. Especially so once the two of you get together officially because then he is about as capricious as a spoiled child.
"Don't squirm," He would have the audacity to protest like he was handling just another idle inconvenience and wasn't nose deep into your cunt. Gaku had flipped you around while the two of you were in the middle of making out and without warning all he told you was to "stay still" and then got right to work.
"I can't concentrate if you keep wiggling so much." His breath when he sighed so close to you caused shivers to run through your spine. He may not be the biggest fan of the mess, but he absolutely adores the way your body reacts to him.
★ Asakura Shin
Baby, won't you hold me a little closer?
A loverboy through and through. From the puppy love stage to the blushing while holding hands. Non-sexual intimacy is very important for Shin and this aspect of him will follow during sex.
One of his hands will always be intertwined with yours, regardless— It's not only to calm you down, but himself as well. When he has you pinned under him and things start to get a little heated one of his hands would naturally slip to hold yours while the other cradled your cheek. The subtle squeezes to make sure you're still okay and vise versa is a wordless communication just for the two of you.
Another small thing he loves to do is nuzzling. When you're both close to cumming he'd press his forehead against yours, a string of "Mn...love you, I love you s'much-" whispered between groans while his fingers tightened around yours.
Call it beginner's luck!
This man is 1000% a virgin. Perhaps he had a single girl that got close enough to steal a kiss or two, but it's highly unlikely he actually went beyond that.
Not to fret, however. First timer as he may be, Shin is not as all over the place as one would assume. His mind reading comes in handy for times like this, but that's not what puts him at ease— It's the agreement of always being honest with each other. It was decided much before romance was on either of your minds and is of upmost importance for him.
"I...I've got no idea where to go from here." He'd laugh nervously, his eyes glancing at you with a blush on his cheeks. "So, if you want me to do something specific or don't like something you gotta tell me, got it?" He added with a bit more assertiveness in his voice.
And well, yeah maybe he does abuse his Esper abilities a little bit to make sure everything goes smoothly, but the majority of it? Purely him. Sex wouldn't be immediate once in a relationship so Shin had all the time he needed to learn about the little sweet spots everywhere else on your body and just what pace you enjoyed the most. Virgin as he may be, he's not clueless!
A lil' needy...
Sex is nice and all, but makeout sessions is where Shin really shines.
Everything is so new and overwhelming in the best way possible— All he knows is that he wants to run his hands everywhere, anywhere, and never pull his mouth off yours. That desperation shows quite obviously too because of the damp spot his throbbing, leaking boner would make on his sweatpants. Not that he would have any time to notice, too busy pulling you closer to fit your hips snuggly with his and letting out a pathetic gasp when he pressed his clothed cock agaisnt your panties because Oh god, he severly underestimated how good this would feel.
His hands would intertwine with yours, pinning them next to your head while rutting into you, a mess of wet sounds and weak groans breaking the endless strings of kisses. He can't even tell which thoughts in his head are his, but that's fine since both of you are feeling good.
☆ Nagumo Yoichi
Between a rock and a hard place.
Against the wall, on the desk, against the window, on the floor— Something about flat surfaces just seem to lure Nagumo in like a siren.
Because of his size Nagumo just loves teasing anyone smaller than him, which gets twice as bad in the bedroom. Towering over you when you're stuck between him and anything that makes escaping impossible tickles him so good.
"Ah ah. Didn't I already tell you not to turn around?" The playful scolding is whispered into one of your ears as his free hand easily entrapped both of your wrists behind your back, keeping your chest pressed against the cold wall of the meeting room. "Such a bad listener, seriously..." He sighed woefully, tragic really, were not for the obscene sounds of his hips thrusting relentlessly into your wet pussy.
Liar, liar, pants on fire?!
One word: Roleplaying.
This man loooooooves a good role-play and he will get super into it. I'm talking you give him an inch and he will take you for a ride around the globe. There's absolutely no "cringiness" about it either— If you could match his freak and get into character without getting overly shy or breaking character too often ooooohh he's going feral. He loves doing the one where both of you act as if it's the first time seeing each other.
Some of his other favorites are: Professor x professor assistant, celeb X biggest (stalker) fan, heartbroken recently divorced lady x private detective, MASSEUSE!!, maid X master, husband X wife— He can get reaaal creative about it given the freedom to. (Try and guess which roles are his, you'd be surprise.)
As controversial as it may, Nagumo is really into NTR scenarios— Specifically, he likes the aspect of earning and stealing you away from someone that absolutely does not deserve you. It turns him on a whole lot.
There's no bad time for a good time.
That Nagumo is a high maintenance partner goes without saying, but you underestimate just how high maintenance he can be in the bedroom department.
Well, rarely the actual bedroom. This man loooooooves a good quickie. He calls it his way of "getting through the day"— He will steal you away in the middle of a conversation and while the poor soul you were talking to is busy searching for you or wondering if they're hallucinating, he already locked the both of you inside the cramped supply closet, hands steadily holding you up by your thighs while he kept you quiet with a kiss. "You're being so cold to me when I missed you aaall day long..." His lips trail down the skin of your neck as he pretended to whine, those sneaky hands already unbuttoning your shirt without an ounce of shame. "I guess I'll just have to warm you up the old fashion way, then." The mischiveous chuckle barely registered before you felt his lips latching onto one of your nipples, softly sucking on the small bud and giving the other a small tug between his two fingers.
Not to mention the heart attacks he will give you by suddenly "realizing" he didn't lock the door when someone's voice approaches or pointing out someone is looking at you when he has you pinned against the window. The feeling of your pussy tightening around him as you get all tense and nervous never fails to push him over the edge. What can he say? he's a prankster at heart! He will do just about anything to get your heart racing, in more ways than one, unfortunately for you.
★ Shishiba
Nothing beats eating out.
This man is a true eater.
Shishiba likes to do it the old-fashioned way. He will be on his knees while you're spread out on the edge of the bed all ready for him to dive in. His calloused hands would keep your thighs open when you start to squirm and he is particularly fond of the feeling of your warm, wet walls around his tongue when he starts to open your little hole nice and slow with his own mouth. His nose pressed against your clit is a constant and cruel stimulation and oh he drinks it aaaall up if you squirt. You know him, he hates seeing good food going to waste.
Grab it, pull it, push it!
It took no time at all for you to figure out his hair was a weak spot of his.
When he's eating you out your hands naturally end up tangling in the blond strands and each tug will earn a low moan from him because that goes straight to his cock— Oh and he finds it suuuper hot if you're assertive during times like this and pull on his hair while telling him what you need.
If you have long hair like him he will return the favor when he's behind you, wrapping your locks around his hand tugging on it— Not rough—but with just the right amount of strengh to make your head tilt back towards him.
A real way with words.
Shishiba is an earnest and simple man. Though he may not speak a whole lot normally, it's like a switch is flipped in his brain when the two of you are in the bedroom.
His mouth loses all of its filter and all that comes out are the most romantic and gentlemanly words you will ever hear. He is as straightforward as they come— "My gods, ya look absolutely stunning like this." "That's no good, don't hide that pretty face from me. I'm showin' ya all of me, ain't I?" "You gotta tell me loud and clear if ya want something, love. Hm? Haha, yeah yeah, I'm sorry for teasing ya. I'll treat ya real good, so forgive me, hm?"
It's even worse when you're giving him a treat by going down on him. His head may tilt back a bit, but his eyes would never actually leave you, a single hand brushing your hair away from your face with absolute gentleness in the way he tucks it behind your ear. "Love, ya killin' me here." All his self-control is going into keeping his hips still and letting you do your thing, moaning quietly but unabashed as your lips enveloped his cock. My god, ain't you just the prettiest thing he's laid his eyes on.
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content. 1.7k wc ( headcanon + drabble ) , up to 0.3-0.6k words per part , slight hurt with comfort , fluff , slight crack in nagumo’s part , established relationships , (kind of) unhealthy relationships , characters might be ooc , crappy writing , them being absolutely miserable like some kicked puppies , this was a request.
author’s note. sorry for the long wait anon and I have returned with a sakamoto days post la la la !! this was lowkey funny to write because I love boys being absolute losers for their girlfriends yuhh
NAGUMO YOICHI.
he isn't shy at all — actually the very opposite and doesn't really mind if you try to ignore him. instead, he would still find himself trying to converse with you and be all over you despite your clear distaste after the argument. he actually didn't take the argument for something serious yet after realising you were being serious, he tried to pull his act together (still failed to do so).
"Look! I took my day off to keep you company!" he surprised you as he bursted into the kitchen.
Nagumo's eyes immediately landed on your figure at the counter and making your own breakfast, expression filled with blankness and your own gaze glued to the food.
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.
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬◞﹒୧ . As an introvert and fan of romance games, you've always lived in your own world, too socially awkward to make friends. However, if there's one person who really likes your nerdy personality, it's Gaku, your brother Uzuki's best friend. His eyes are always on you when you enter a room, and the few times you talk, he listens with attention and without judgment. He has a soft spot for you, and during a car ride your friendship turns into budding love.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬◞﹒୧ . 5.6k words, black!fem!reader, plus!size!reader, fluff, romance, hyperfeminine!reader, nerdy!reader, stoner!gaku, affectionate!gaku, mutual pining, insecurities, intimacy, otome references, car ride, smoking weed, declaration of love, kisses, neck kisses, hickeys, first time, virgin!reader, unshaved!reader, smut, body worship, dry humping, oral sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, tits sucking, nipple play, car sex, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, size kink, missionary, gentle sex, sex with feelings.
𝐤𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬◞﹒୧ . [repost + edited] i love gaku downnnnnnn if you didn't know…
The smell of marijuana and the sound of your brother and his friends' voices drifted into your room. Even with your cat-eared headphones on, you could hear them laughing. You drew your lips into a thin line, wondering if you were going downstairs to see them.
A burst of laughter caught your attention, and you left your room holding your Nintendo Switch in your hand. Dressed in a pink pajama set consisting of a crop top with thin straps and mini shorts with lace details on the bottom, you walked down the black wooden staircase. You dreaded the moment you would meet a familiar red gaze that would travel over your chubby body with a slowness exaggerated by weed.
“The homebody is finally out of her room,” Uzuki turned his head toward you, sitting on the sofa in the living room. The large television set against the main wall of the room was playing the game ‘Resident Evil,’ with Uzuki playing Leon Kennedy. You didn't know your bookworm brother was playing and not the man you didn't want to name because his own name made you shiver.
“You're making way too much noise,” you sighed. You fiddled with your necklace as you approached your brother's group of friends.
Kumanomi, sitting next to Uzuki, gave you a smile that warmed your frantic heart, and you smiled back, even though it was shy and awkward. The closer your steps got to the person who was making your body hot, the harder you swallowed. Head lowered to the floor, your eyes darted to the black sneakers in front of you. The only free seat was next to him. You sat furthest from him, staring at your Switch as you chewed the inside of your cheek.
“Can't I get a smile too?”
Gaku's voice, low in the octaves, a nonchalant timbre, everything that makes you throb your cunt, rose next to you. You mustered all the courage you had in you to turn your head toward your crush. Weed-red eyes met you. His face partially hidden by the hood over his head, he was smoking a blunt, leaning back on the backrest of the sofa. The shadow of the hood on his head made him intimidating, and you struggled to swallow. Even in his dark baggy jeans, you could admire the muscular appearance of his thighs spread apart by his manspreading stance.
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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“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.
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bf!gaku who fills a doorway just by standing there — broad shoulders, thick arms, heavy steps. Yet when he touches you he’s surprisingly gentle, almost hesitant at first, like he’s afraid of crushing you. When he hugs you, his palm spans your whole back.
bf!gaku with a lap that swallows you whole. Sitting on him feels like sinking into a warm couch. He always rests a big hand over your thigh or lower back to keep you from sliding off because he’s so solid.
bf!gaku who forgets how heavy he is. Sometimes he flops down on the bed next to you after a long day and the mattress dips so hard you bounce. He laughs and apologises, “Sorry for the mini-earthquake,” and you can’t help but laugh with him.
bf!gaku who carries you without thinking. Grocery bags? Luggage? You? He just scoops things up and goes. Half the time you don’t even get to finish saying “Do you want me to carry—” before he’s already done it.
bf!gaku who’s protective but never possessive. He’ll step in front of you instinctively if someone bumps into you, but he doesn’t cage you. His strength is there to make you feel free, not trapped.
bf!gaku whose warmth feels like a weighted blanket. When you’re anxious he drapes himself over you — one arm, one leg, heavy chest pressed to your back — until your breathing slows under his weight.
bf!gaku with quiet domestic habits. He opens jars, moves furniture, reaches high shelves without looking, but also brings you snacks or a drink while you’re studying because he knows he’s better at the “big” tasks than the “tiny” ones.
bf!gaku with a low, rumbly voice. When he’s tired it drops even deeper; he mumbles “Come here” and pats his chest until you curl up against him, and you feel the vibrations of his words more than you hear them.
bf!gaku who hides his softness. Under all that bulk he’s the one who remembers your favourite dessert, your comfort playlist, and carries a spare hoodie for you in his bag because “mine’s bigger; it’ll be warmer.”
In which Nagumo proposes to you… well, while falling off a building and you’re torn between kissing him or dropkicking him on the way down. Or both.
pairing: nagumo yoichi x reader. tags: injuries, but nothing more than that. no use of y/n. fluff. romcom. explosion (building). i tried to make this funny 😢
word count: 1.0k
The world is ending in stereo.
The air vibrates with chaos. Gunfire rattles in the distance. Concrete screams as another beam gives way, tearing through the floor like paper. The building is splitting apart, each piece falling in its own slow-motion tragedy.
Shards of glass float lazily through the air, catching the light from a fire somewhere below. A car outside explodes, spinning like a pirouetting ballerina that’s had enough of gravity. Somewhere amid all of this, a forgotten Bluetooth speaker refuses to die. It blares an overly dramatic opera song that fills the collapsing tower like the universe decided to score this disaster for its own amusement.
You’re running through the corridor, boots slipping over dust and shattered glass. Your lungs burn, every breath a gasp of grit and smoke. You can barely hear yourself think over the chaos. Then, behind you, that familiar voice cuts through the destruction like sunlight slicing through smoke.
“Hey, sweetheart! Left looked safer, right?”
You look back, exasperated. “Left is on fire, Yoichi!”
He grins. “Yeah, but the lighting’s romantic!”
Before you can retort, the entire floor shudders beneath your feet. A violent tremor splits the ground between you and him. Metal beams twist. For a single, horrifying heartbeat, you lock eyes. His grin faltering just enough for you to see the panic beneath it.
Then the floor gives way.
The world slows. Gravity vanishes. Everything becomes weightless chaos. Dust, papers, chunks of ceiling, even the smell of gunpowder seem to hang suspended in midair. You see Nagumo above, his coat snapping like a flag, blood streaking his face, and that damn grin still carved into his lips.
He dives after you.
You barely process it before his hand locks around your wrist, pulling you against him mid-fall. The two of you tumble together through the collapsing air, a mess of limbs, debris, and adrenaline. His laughter rings out over the opera’s rising chorus.
“Damn, we really don’t do boring dates, huh?”
“This isn’t a date!” you shout back, clutching his coat like it might save you.
“Sure feels like one!” he says, utterly unbothered as the entire floor disintegrates beneath.
Sparks shower past like divine confetti. The opera swells – violins screaming, sopranos crying out for mercy and for one surreal heartbeat, the world slows. Dust floats. Fire glows. His eyes meet yours through the blur of motion.
He flashes you a grin that’s a little too sincere. “You know...”
“Now isn't the time!”
“– if we make it out alive…” He adjusts his grip, his voice steady even as you both spin through open air.
“Yoichi, I'm warning you!”
“I’m totally marrying you!”
Your heart stops. “WHAT?!”
He’s laughing, full-bodied, absurd, that kind of laughter that shouldn’t exist when death’s an inch away. The opera hits its peak. The two of you keep falling. You see a flash of light as another explosion rips through the building below, painting his grin in gold and smoke.
You yell, half terrified, half furious, “You’re proposing to me while we’re falling to our deaths?!”
“Timing is everything, sweetheart!” he shouts back, gleeful. “Also, I didn’t buy this ring just for it to collect dust!”
“You brought a ring?!”
“Of course I did!”
Then comes another impact, the building still trembling, fragile to its core. He twists midair, wrapping around you as you both crash through the next floor, through glass, through dust, and through chaos. Papers scatter everywhere, the opera fading into a muffled hum beneath the debris.
You land in a heap of rubble and adrenaline. Your heartbeat drowns out everything else. He groans beneath you, then wheezes out a laugh.
“Still alive,” he says, grinning through the dust. “That’s a good sign.”
You lift your head. He’s bruised, bleeding, ridiculous and absolutely radiant. And your injuries are not different from his.
And then, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, he reaches into his coat and pulls out a small, soot-stained velvet box.
“Better now than never, yeah?”
You blink. “You really carried that through all this?”
“Didn’t wanna lose it before giving it to you.”
“Yoichi.”
He grins. “C’mon, say yes before the ceiling decides to join us.”
The opera swells again, faint but insistent; Nessun Dorma bleeding softly through the smoke. You can’t help it; laughter bursts out of you. It’s wild, cracked, and full of disbelief. You shake your head, smiling despite the tears threatening your eyes.
“You’re insane.”
“Yeah,” he says softly, brushing dust from your hair, “but you love me.”
You let out a sigh. The world still humming around you. “Yeah... I do.”
He grins. “There you go. See? It's quite easy.”
“Easy for you to say.”
He chuckles again, brushing a thumb against your cheek, smudging away dust. His hand slides to the back of your head, pulling you close until your forehead rests against his chest.
“Guess that means we’re even,” he murmurs.
You roll your eyes, but your smile is soft, unguarded.
Then, because he can’t resist even now, he adds quietly, “If I die before the ceremony, you still owe me a honeymoon.”
You muffled through his coat, “If you die before I do, I’m haunting you. Fair warning.”
He laughs. Loud. Free. The sound fills the ruined room like sunlight breaking through smoke.
And when he finally leans down to kiss the top of your head, the opera hits its final crescendo and Nessun Dorma soaring like the world itself is clapping for the two idiots who fell in love somewhere between chaos and comedy.
The building groans one last time, dust raining around you both, but neither of you move. For the first time all day, the world feels almost still.
He exhales against your hair. “You know, this might actually top our first date.”
You snort softly. “That was a shootout in a flower shop.”
“Exactly. Romantic.”
Somewhere far above, the ceiling cracks, dust rains down, and you both lie there in the ruins – ridiculous, invincible, and in love. The opera fades into silence, leaving only the sound of your laughter, and the faint, impossible hope that somehow, love could survive even this.
he's been living in my head rent-free, so i decided to write something about him. ✌️
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╰⪼┆nagumo kisses you like you’re both in a constant game of cat and mouse. it’s competitive and intoxicating with a strong surge of adrenaline bustling through your veins but oftentimes it’s fleeting.
he allows for his bottom lip to gently graze yours then retracts himself from your vicinity with the mere purpose of seeing the dazed look on your face that was anticipating more. he enjoys the shocked gasp and reprimand that comes from you, followed by a murmur of “dickhead.” which he classically retorts with, “hey, that’s not nice!”
the roles switches up constantly, something he indulges in, but a sick part of him can’t help but bask in the sight of you desperately grinding down on his clothed crotch with your forehead littered by sweat as you incoherently rasp in his ear for him to kiss you harder. his mouth twists up in a sadistic manner against the column of your neck, “hm? want more neck kisses?” he feigns innocence.
his playing dumb act grinds your gears to the fullest and makes you want to choke him out till your heart’s content but he’d probably brush off your actions with a snippy comeback.
you loudly groan in frustration and his eyebrows pull up at your outburst, your hips halt against his pelvis, “god, do i have to spell everything out for you?” you grab a fist full of his noir hair to perfectly align his head with your face, “kiss me properly, nagumo.. on the lips.”
he likes seeing you all riled up. he tauntingly smirks, “ah! you should’ve just asked, silly.” before you can argue on that’s what you were doing in the first place, he encloses the space, humming contently. your lips moves together in sync, rapidly harmonizing in a sensual way. his tattooed hands slip under your shirt caressing the bare skin but the small delight comes to a pause once he uses his teeth to gently pull at your bottom lip, teasingly letting it go out from his hold. he drily chuckles at you chasing after his lips for more.
╰⪼┆natsuki kisses you like a pornstar in love. it’s lewd but intimate, igniting an untamed flame in the pit of your stomach, rapidly flickering waiting to be extinguished, but your heart beats erratically against your chest with warmth blooming around the organ.
it can be messy at times with his saliva smearing onto your chin and drippling off, or, it can be sweet and memorable leaving you smitten with butterflies for the rest of the day; pick your poison, he doesn’t mind either way.
he likes to sneak up on you— at first it was an occasional habit he’d done unintentionally but now he uses his airy footsteps to his advantage. slithering his toned arm around your stomach to pull you closer to his broad chest and grips at your jaw with his calloused hand to tilt your head upwards to somewhat face him
“open your mouth.” he calmly instructs, as if what he planned to do next was just a run-on-the-mill activity. you comply and suddenly feel a warm droplet of spit land onto your tongue, your eyes widens and before a squeal could erupt from your throat he captures your lips with his.
natsuki pants heavily against your mouth his hot tongue hastily collides with yours as he subconsciously begins to rut himself into your figure, his eyebrows deeply furrows together. his lips are soft on yours but has intensity far too hot to handle. “s-slow down natsu…” your meek voice trembles in between the heated kisses.
his usual nonchalant complacence crumbles apart. his plump lips glistens once he pulls away, a small string of saliva connecting the two of you. “can’t. sorry. you just taste so damn good.” some darken strands of hair stick to his forehead; he’s dizzy but pushes through to quench his thirst.
╰⪼┆shin kisses you like he’s almost afraid of you. he’s not and he swears by it but the way his body stiffens with his shoulders nearing his ears and rigid lips stilled has you thinking the former. he touches you as if you’re a porcelain doll glossed over with iridescent medium, and that sometimes translates into his fear of messing up.
he gets in his head a lot and stays there. but as the relationship progresses, he gains his confidence within his abilities to please you and once that layer of skin grows, that’s all he dedicates himself to. he’s rough which causes teeth to clash but he’s also sweetly passionate with his movements.
an extremely slow day at sakamoto’s store leads to you on top of the store counter with him between your legs. he disregards the opportunity to flip over the closed sign— the thought of being caught fuelled something dubious inside of him.
his large palms roam from your thighs to grazing over your chest eliciting a choked up gasp from you. he’d become too cocky, perhaps for his own good. his lips moved with delicious vigour against yours, slowly increasing the tempo with every passing second. soft grunts and huffs comes from the blond mixed in with your panting.
“is this too much?” he asked as he departs from your space with antsy eyes. you whine restlessly, “it’s not enough.” you tug at the belt loops of his baggy jeans, pulling him back in your vicinity and his face plants in the crock of your neck instead. suckling and nipping at the delicate skin and swirling his tongue around the area. your whimpers fills his ears like a lullaby.
eventually, his ministrations cause a darken bruise to appear. he ogles at the sight that encourages him to continue but an unfamiliar intruding thought enters his mind. a customer outside was planning on coming in and purchasing pockys. and while shin knows it would be morally ethical to put a stop to your activities, he can’t find the strength to do so. he’s completely and utterly drunk off by your smell and touch; what a bad influence you are.
Loyal to the bone, for instance, when he's on a mission, and the target is a woman, he'd be like, "sorry, but if you touch me, my girlfriend would be upset," and he wouldn't even lay a finger on the body, making sure its only his weapon that touches her. However, in the chance that the woman manages to throw a striking punch at him, he'd throw that piece of clothing away, saying that the energy of the clothing is off.
Would call you in the middle of a fight asking, "hey, babe, how ya' feeling today? one? maybe six?" asking you to rate your day so far, and depending on your rating, "my girlfriend isn't feeling so well today," and choose his weapon based on your mood rating of 1-6.
Yes, each weapon is numbered according to the rating of your mood, although you don't know this yet.
When you're talking to someone for too long and he wants attention, he'd walk up to you and wrap his arms around you from behind, "my turn," and steal you away even though you're in the middle of a conversation.
Staring at you is his hobby. You're cooking? He's sitting at the dining area with his head resting on the table, a lollipop in his mouth as his eyes follow your every move.
Comes home with odd gifts for you. One evening, he gave you a pack of new reusable straws because they reminded you of him (you started making your own coffee at home). On another day, it's a notebook in your favorite color, or that one time he bought you a book on how to start sewing because you got into reading (it's the thought that counts).
Dates?
"This is where i kill so and so," and take you on a tour around the building or places of his most recent mission as though he were a tour guide, and you, a fellow tourist.
When he wakes up next to you and he has a morning wood, he'd purposely touch you in ways that would stir you awake, and then cheekily say, "ah, you caught me," then proceed to kiss you, since sex is better when you're begging him to make you cum with your needy, pretty eyes.
He's need to relief himself? He doesn't bother with carrying you the proper way and making it romantic by carrying you bridal style; he slouches you over his shoulder in one swoop, your ass near his face, before he spanks your ass and walks you to the bedroom, throwing you on the bed and him hovering over you in seconds.
HII!!! can i request a sakadays x reader who is really dense and doesnt get the hint that the char likes them?? ( maybe nagumo , rion , kumanomi , gaku or anyone else u like! ) TYYYY HAHSHSH
── "WANNA HANG OUT today, (name)?" nagumo walked into your penthouse using the spare key you'd given him—a decision you were starting to regret.
you were busy cutting your fingernails when he appeared in the doorway. "why? i might go out to eat with osaragi."
he leaned against the doorframe. "i just enjoy spending time with you!"
you gathered your clipped nails, threw them away, and washed your hands, all while his eyes followed your every move.
“that’s nice. you can tag along with me and osa if you want." you dried your hands on a towel, shrugged, and walked past him.
he followed you into the living room, where you plopped down on the couch and turned on the tv.
“what about just you and me? just the two of us, alone?"
leaning your head back against the couch, you groaned. "she’s going to know if i’m hanging out with you instead. i don't want to hurt her feelings."
“osaragi is tough; she'll be okay," he insisted, sitting down next to you.
"ehhh maybe.”
"PLEASE, (NICK-NAME)!" he pleaded.
"ugh, fine. but let me have a snack first," you told him. after choosing a video to play in the background, you headed to the kitchen and decided on yogurt.
he followed you around like a puppy glued to its owner. as you took a bite of your yogurt, he just stared at you.
specifically.
your lips.
"hey, you've got some…" instead of using his thumb to wipe the yogurt from the corner of your mouth or offering you a napkin, he leaned in and licked it off.
you grimaced, wiping your mouth with a napkin this time. "now, why would you do that?"
he shrugged. "maybe because i like you."
"oh. i like you too. you’re a good friend to me too, yoichi," you replied with a shrug.
nagumo laughed off his failed confession. “did i just get friend-zoned… or are they too oblivious…?”
he masked his embarrassment with a smile. “yeah! we’re such good friends!”
mission failed. but maybe next time, he'll manage to get through your obliviousness. and maybe next time, you'll like him back.
GAKU ᝰ.ᐟ
── THE ONLY PERSON gaku had eyes for was you—specifically you and only you. the reason why… was because you were the only one patient with him.
oh, and because you were the only one who played video games with him. uzuki would have to gently scold you for spoiling gaku, but you never really cared.
so that's why gaku became pretty attached to you, especially on missions. he stuck close, constantly checking to make sure you weren't going to die—to the point where everyone in the slurs organization knew.
he wasn't even trying to hide it.
and yet, the only person oblivious to his teeny-tiny crush… was you.
"(name), play smash bros with me," he said, more like a demand than a request.
"now? we’re about to infiltrate this place," you pointed at the building. your eyes met gaku’s, who was staring intently at you. he didn’t care. "okay, okay…! i’ll play with you, but only one round."
"no, not until you beat me."
"that’s going to take hours! you’re way too good at that game," you protested, but he ignored you and settled down on the concrete, making himself comfortable.
"m’kay.” he replied, handing you the other joy-con.
gaku had beaten you three times in a row, and in those three rounds, you cried because he was 'unfair' and 'he plays this game too much, and you barely do.'
he found your complaining amusing, like music to his ears.
however, footsteps tapped on the concrete. you heard the noise and turned around, noticing deer-face—kashima—standing behind you both. "what are you guys doing?! slur said to set off the bombs!”
"chill, mr. deer—"
"it’s kashima!" he corrected you.
"chill, cashew, we were eventually going to do that, right, gaku?" you nudged him to agree, but he just nodded slowly.
kashima clicked his tongue and sighed. "do it now," he demanded, before stomping away.
"dO It NoW," you mocked his voice, earning barely a laugh from gaku.
"(name)," he said, hiding his face under the turtleneck of his hoodie, "are we friends?"
"yeah, why?" you questioned, standing up and brushing the dirt off your bottom.
"oh, 'cause i saw us as more than that," he said, going back to pressing buttons on the joy-con.
"like… best friends?" you blinked.
"uh, yeah, sure," he gave you a thumbs up. he wasn't going to admit he considered you both dating already. he figured he'd have to confess to you one day.
you smiled at him.
uzuki and kashima, who were watching from afar, face-palmed. "he missed his chance to confess!" kashima uttered.
“well… i don't think (name) would've considered his feelings," uzuki defended.
"what do you mean?" the deer asked.
"they may seem smart, but they’re too dense, but maybe they’ll understand soon."
"it better be soon.” kashima mumbled under his breath.
NATSUKI SEBA ᝰ.ᐟ
( non-assassin au )
── "NATSU HAS a crush on you."
you blinked, caught off guard when mafuyu, natsuki’s own little brother, just dropped that bomb with zero expression. he said it with a straight face and everything.
"wait, what?" you asked.
before mafuyu could say anything else, his older brother yanked him away. "sorry about him. let’s get back to studying..."
natsuki had to lock the door to keep the rats mafuyu out. "he’s been talking a lot of nonsense lately," natsuki said, and you just laughed a little.
“okay... i’ll trust you on that."
natsuki wished you'd catch on already. he was so into you, but you were the slowest, most oblivious person ever.
you kept overlooking his feelings. and it was starting to bother him.
"he only lets (name) talk to him," - that's what their classmates would say. and they weren't wrong, he really liked being around you. so when you kept sending mixed signals, it got a little annoying.
but you stopped writing. "mafuyu told me you said i was pretty. is that true, or is that just him talking ‘nonsense’?"
he didn't even try to deny it. "yeah, it's true. because you are."
you couldn't help but smile. "thanks!"
"am i bad at this, or are they just super dense...?”
SHIN ASAKURA ᝰ.ᐟ
── THIS WAS day 100 of shin trying to get you to see how he felt. but no matter what he did—even straight-up saying he wanted to kiss you and hug you—you just didn't get it.
"(name)!" he called, catching up to you. he found you on the street after you stormed out of sakamoto’s convenience store after a little spat with heisuke. "come back, heisuke said he was sorry."
shin grabbed your shoulder, but you smacked his hand away. "i quit! i’m not working for sakamoto anymore if he’s there."
he sighed, a long, heavy one. "if you leave, it won't be the same!"
"did sakamoto tell you to chase after me or something?" you hissed, still walking.
"no... i… i chose to do this because i don't want you to leave," he confessed, pursing his lips and staring at you with his big, innocent eyes.
you stopped walking. "that’s nice of you, shin."
"so… will you come back?"
you thought about it before shrugging. “let me kill heisuke first."
"NO?!"
day 100... failed.
but hey, you know what they say! day 101 is bound to be your lucky one!
RION AKAO ᝰ.ᐟ
── "WHY DOES AKAO always hit us but never (name)?"
"isn’t it obvious? because she likes them."
"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!" rion shouted before smacking the two guys upside the head, leaving a bump right on top.
you were standing beside her, laughing a little nervously at her antics. she huffed, then looked back at you, cheeks slightly flushed. "you didn’t hear that, (name). let’s go.”
"see? she’s so soft on them."
rion was a tough fighter at jcc. no one would ever expect her to fall in love. she was a caring person—but with you... she was a little too caring.
"(name)! careful, that's hot!" she warned, helping you carry your food to the lunch table.
"you see that? she’s always babying (name)."
"i’m surprised (name) still hasn't realized. why are they so slow?" the same two guys commented, face-palming at your obliviousness.
"i don't think (name) sees akao like that..." a girl joined in on the guys' conversation. "i’m pretty sure they unintentionally friend-zoned akao. because i remember seeing akao crying to sakamoto because (name) wouldn't get it."
"(name) made her cry?! akao can cry?!”
"yup."
and rion heard every word.
and they all earned a fist to the head. "STOP GOSSIPING ABOUT MY BUSINESS!"
KUMANOMI ᝰ.ᐟ
── "YOU KEEP babying (name), do you like them or something?" tenkyu questioned. they were currently kids, back in al-kamar.
kumanomi clapped her hands slowly. "wow. you actually managed to realize it, unlike them."
tenkyu gave her a wry smile. "that’s because something is wrong with (name)."
"what happened?" she couldn't help but ask.
he sheepishly replied with, “they’re slow and—"
"don’t talk bad about them!" kumanomi slapped tenkyu to the ground. he put a box over his head to hide from her scary demeanor.
"i was just saying! it’s the truth! they’re never going to realize you like them, no matter how straightforward you are with your confession!" he exclaimed from inside the cardboard.
kumanomi sat down beside him. "that’s fine. i’ll probably grow out of my feelings by next year."
WRONG.
six years later, and she still likes you. she always tried to impress you with her weapons, and it always worked. but also, you could care less.
"(name)! wanna go on a mission with me? kei said i can bring someone!" she beamed, clinging to your arm.
kumanomi never showed any pda towards anyone.
"uh, sure." you shrugged her arm off and followed her to the mission's location. the two of you dismembered a bunch of bodies.
there was now a good view of blood everywhere and corpses in front of you. kumanomi turned to look at you. "(name), you know i’d die for you and only you."
"er—uh—that's nice." you gave her a thumbs up before walking over to the next building.
“TAKE A HINT!” she groaned.
AUTHORS NOTE. sakadays cour 2 comes out today I HOPE YOU ENJOYYYY 🥹🫰
