#sub ango

(Credits to the owner, I believe that is their pseudonym at the bottom right corner)

By the time you woke up, Ango was already out of bed.

Mission 'Cuddle with Ango first thing in the morning': Failed.

You groaned silently, sitting up and looking around the room groggily, wondering how you ended up alone in that achingly empty bed. It didn't take long before you saw him.

Ango was standing outside, on the balcony, and you pushed yourself out of bed to join him in your pyjama bottoms. He was holding a cigarette in one hand, and he turned his head to look at you as your bare feet padded across the room and closer to him.

"Awake, are you?" He said, taking a fag from the cigarette.

You nodded, still sleepy, and Ango turned around fully, making you trip over your feet.

Ango was wearing your shirt. Your shirt. Sure, yeah, he'd thrown his own coat over it, but that's not the point.

It wasn't even buttoned up fully, he'd only lazily popped four or five of them in before leaving the rest be. Some of the hickeys that you'd left on him last night were clearly visible against his skin.

And he wasn't even wearing pants underneath!

Steadying yourself against a wall, you cleared your throat, and went to stand beside him next to the railing.

"So," You started, slightly awkward. You were always awkward in the mornings.

Ango looked at you. "So what?"

"So, well," You shrugged, and slowly your usual casual attitude was coming back to you as the sleep finally left your brain. "How did you like last night?

His cheeks flushed slightly, but when spoke his voice was steady. "It was good."

You smirked. "Well, that I'm sure of. From the way you were reacting, I mean..."

Ango's flush darkened, and he smacked your shoulder, hard. You laughed, shaking your head at his antics.

"You know I wouldn't mind doing this again, right?" You said, turning slightly serious. "It was good for me, too."

He cleared his throat, nodding. "Yeah, okay."

You nodded back, turning to look at the view. It was pretty, the early morning fog barely settling to reveal the sunrise over the horizon. A sense of calm settled between your shoulder blades, and you placed your elbow on the railing to lean forward. Ango continued smoking beside you.

"D'you have work today?" You asked, disrupting the silence that had settled between you two.

"Hmm..." He tilted his head. "Not really, why?"

You straightened up and stepped closer to him, leaning closer in a way that made Ango's breath hitch visibly.

SFW

I can see Ango getting slightly flustered when he first sees you.

You, a rookie ability user in the Special Division for Unusual Powers unit, greeting him formally, and the first thing Ango registers is your sheer size.

To begin with, you're 6'2", considerably taller than Ango himself at 5'8". (Yes, I looked up his height.)

Moreover, that's not all to your build. One glance at you and anyone would be able to tell you work out. Your arms are as thick as an average man's quads, to say the least. And your uniform is visibly straining against your chest; that thing is not going to last long.

But in the beginning Ango is only slightly impressed, glad to have someone who's physically strong on the team, just in case an incident like that of Tatsuhiko Shibusawa happens again. Draconia was frightening, and Ango is more than happy to have someone who would have a chance fighting against their own ability.

And then you two get partnered up for your first mission.

The only reason Ango gets put on it is because of his ability 'Decadence of Discourse'. The government needs him to unravel the location of an ability user mass bomber, who's recently escaped from prison.

It's not an easy one, and Ango feels obligated to guide you through it, but as you two unravel mystery after mystery, he slowly learns that you're not ignorant enough to be a total rookie.

So, after the mission is completed, he treats you to dinner. It's a simple gesture, but you notice the intention behind it all the same. And yet, you go.

He tries to get you drunk, but your alcohol tolerance is too much, and at the end of the day, you pretend to be wasted just to see what he'd do.

When Ango uses his ability on you, you let him, having nothing to hide. And he finds out more than enough to satisfy his curiosity.

You were in the Port Mafia before.

Despite knowing, he doesn't bring it up. You find it amusing, how he went so far to find out, and then withdrew silently.

Time passes, and Ango and you grow closer. He tries not to trust you, his job does not permit him to, yet you somehow wiggle your way into his heart, all big and strong.

Now, when you lean over him, or get too close in an elevator, he feels his face heat up, and tries his best to look away. He can't afford to have feelings, he tells himself.

And yet they're out of his control.

You notice, just how you notice everything else. Slightly amused, you tease him a little, standing a little too close when you talk to him, or leaning across him to reach things you could have grabbed either way, just feel his breath hitch.

But I mean, could you deny that you felt the same way, though? Not when Ango adjusts his glasses the way he does every time he gets flustered, a habit you notice that he wasn't aware of himself. How cute, you think.

So when you two do get into a relationship (after an adorable drunk confession from Ango and a whole morning of coaxing him to admit what he said last night) you feel quite decently accomplished in getting THE Ango Sakaguchi all red and stuttering just with a forehead kiss.

NSFW

The first time you two have sex, Ango is more than nervous, even though it's him who asked you if you wanted to do it.

So prep him gently, placing kisses along his jawline and down along his collarbone as he moans and clutches the sheets underneath him.

And when you finally put your fat cock in him, do give him time to adjust. Being a member of a confidential governmental department, dating opportunities don't come by everyday, so you'll excuse him for being a virgin, right?

Start gentle, your cock pumping in and out of Ango as he gets used to the feeling of your tip against his walls, moans spilling non-stop from his pretty mouth.

Kiss him quiet, your neighbours won't be happy at the amount of noise he's making. Or fuck him faster, each of his sounds driving you to please him more, more.

Slam into his sweet spot, and he'll arch his back off the bed, blunt nails digging into your back and drawing blood as a cry rips itself from his throat, eyes wide and tearing up.

Fuck him nice and good, till he forgets his own name, till the only thing his brain can process is your cock against his tight walls, abusing and bullying his sweet spot with such precision it makes him see stars.

Wipe away his tears before you continue to pound into him, and plant soft kisses on his face and chest. Suck on his nipples, kiss and bite them, and he'll come undone right then, hips bucking as cum shoots out of his untouched dick, hole clenching pathetically around you.

Let him come down from his high before you continue; it's only his first time, you can overstimulate him some other day, right?

When you start over, he will bury his face into the crook of your neck, muffling his moans and cries against your skin and just sobbing into your shoulder.

Fuck him till you come, bringing him to his second orgasm just with the feeling of your seed hitting his walls.

I can imagine you cuddling Ango in bed after a long tiring day at his job.

You, wrapping your arms around him and letting him put his head on your chest, one arm thrown over your stomach. Pulling off his glasses and putting them on the nightstand so that he can rest his eyes.

You prepping kisses on Ango's face, your lips soft as they press against his forehead, cheeks, eyelids, lips, nose, everything, so much so that you manage to make him giggle through his fatigue

You talk him to sleep, telling him about your day, or maybe a story from years ago when you were younger. Maybe even about some peculiar ability-user that you came across during work. Ango likes hearing you talk; he finds a sense of security in it.

So you do it as often as possible, inviting him to bed with open arms and a blanket thrown over your legs, and he always accepts. Sliding in beneath the thick fabric beside you, Ango wraps his arms around you and presses his face into your skin. Or sometimes, he lies down with his head on your arm, back pressed against your chest.

He loves it, loves the feeling of your bigger body wrapping around his, almost effortlessly easing his mind and lulling him to sleep.

Ango sometimes initiates it, too, hugging you from behind as you finish brushing your teeth in the bathroom or reaching out to hold your hand as you get ready for bed.

"Wanna head to bed together?"