KIASER !

❝LOOKS LIKE THIS NEEDS A GOOD CLEANING!❞

ᵎᵎ ₊˚ meet the janitor, @UZURAKIS ⋮ enjin’s ‘good woman’, kiara, stealing another blunt of his! 8teen fem. megumi’s unshakable character && nagumo’s partner in crime.

❝ 001. LAWS 002. CLASSICS 003. VAULTS ❞

(n)sfw blog for jjk, bllk, & sakadays!

requests: open! though brainrot and entries/thoughts are always welcome ͙ ࣪ ˖ ੭

ENJIN : my typa gal? a good woman who’s smarter than me, a nice body, not to mention sexy. m’girl kie, for sure.

your brows knit together as you stare at the counter, eyes scanning the breakfast you just made. something is . . missing. something that was definitely there just a moment ago.

before you can dwell on it, a familiar warmth presses into your back, arms lazily circling your waist. a heavy sigh ghosts over your shoulder, nagumo buries his face into your neck, completely melting against you like he’s still half-asleep.

“mmm,” he hums, voice thick with sleep, “smells delicious.”

you scoff, flipping the toast in the pan. “you mean breakfast or me?”

he laughs softly, the sound low and lazy. “both. but mostly you.”

his grip tightens for a second, fingers squeezing at your sides, like he’s making sure you’re really there. he’s warm, too warm, and clearly has no intention of letting go. you try to shift, but he follows, clinging like some oversized koala.

“nagumo,” you sigh, “if you’re not gonna help, at least let me move.”

“hmm . . nope.” his voice is muffled against your skin, lips brushing just beneath your ear. “too much effort.”

you roll your eyes but let him stay, focusing back on breakfast. the kitchen is quiet except for the occasional sizzle of the pan, nagumo’s slow breathing, and the way he occasionally nuzzles closer, completely unbothered.

it’s peaceful. warm. the kind of slow morning you wouldn’t trade for anything.

until you glance at the counter again.

“. . . nagumo.”

“hm?” too casual. too innocent.

you frown. “there were three slices of toast.”

he doesn’t move. doesn’t even flinch. just stays molded against you, suspiciously still.

“. . . were there?”

your eyes narrow.

slowly, you twist in his arms, and there it is; the faintest twitch of his lips, the barely restrained amusement dancing in his half-lidded eyes.

“nagumo.”

he only grins. doesn’t say a word. just leans in, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before pulling away entirely, stretching like he hasn’t just committed breakfast theft.

“anyway,” he drawls, already heading for the table, “i’m starving. let’s eat.”

you stare at him, deadpan.

he doesn’t look back, but the way his shoulders shake tells you everything. bastard’s laughing. and he’s never going to admit it.

not out loud, anyway.

heads up, i do sort out my reqs/suggestions; in other words, i'll only write that interests me and i feel i have the capability. i'd prefer writing in short drabbles and the characters from bllk/sakadays (esp kaiser & nagumo, duh, favs ever). other things to keep in mind, just read my rules before going to my asks ^^

minutes passed.

his fingers, previously still, began to shift ever so slightly. a slow, lazy drag of his thumb along the fabric covering your skin. nothing overt. nothing that could be called out without sounding ridiculous.

“nagumo.”

“mm?” his tone was light, almost distracted, but that damn grin was still there.

". . . both hands on the wheel.”

“i told you, i don’t need both hands,” the guy mused, tapping the steering wheel with two fingers. “i’m a professional.”

“professional menace, maybe.”

nagumo chuckled, and that was when his fingers dipped lower between your thighs.

he chuckled, tilting his head in that lazy, almost careless way. “i'm driving and keeping you in check. you get fidgety, you know?”

“maybe because your hand is in places it shouldn’t be,” you shot back.

“mm. . disagree.” his thumb absentmindedly traced a small circle against your leg. “i think it’s exactly where it should be.”

IM CRAZY FOR THIS MENS AAA BLACK HAIRED MAN GOT ME ON A CHOKEHOLD.

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