kusuo saiki x fem! reader
β’ established relationship & fluff
Summary: In which, he's not a fan of any sort of touching, whether it be from his parents or his so-called friends. He was willing to get out of his comfort zone because of you.
"Coffee Jelly!" - Normal Speaking
"Coffee Jelly!" - Saiki Speaking
Saiki had always been uncomfortable with physical contact, a fact that became painfully evident to everyone around him. He typically made a concerted effort to avoid any form of touch, especially in public settings. Sure, every now and then he had let small gestures slide, particularly with his parents, mostly his dadβbut that was neither here nor there. From the very first moment you had met him, it had been crystal clear that he wasn't fond of public displays of affection. He had even taken the time to explainβat lengthβwhy holding hands or showing any sort of affection in public was off the table.
So, it was nothing short of perplexing when, in the middle of the bustling arcade bustling with sounds of laughter and the beeping of games, he suddenly attempted to hold your hand. The sight of his fingers slowly inching towards yours while resting on the claw machine shocked you.
"Kusuo?" your voice cut through the cacophony of the arcade, a curiosity and disbelief coming from your tone. "What are you doing with your hand?" You raised an eyebrow, your gaze trailing from his slightly twitching hand to his face.
His response came with a shrug, "Nothing." Saiki glanced away, his eyes darting to the side as if trying to dismiss the moment. But when he looked back at you, there was an unmistakable twitch at the edges of his lips. "Just hurry up," he added, yanking his hand away as if the contact had shocked him, letting it drop back to his side with a quiet thud against his pants.
With a nod, you redirected your attention back to the claw machine, determined to win a stuffed toy despite the frustration that was beginning to bubble up inside you as you maneuvered the joystick. You felt his eyes on you, the weight of his gaze making your heart race slightly, and as you failed once again to snag a prize, you groaned in exasperation.
"Oh, come on!" you exclaimed, glaring at the machine as if it were the source of all your woes.
Saiki sighed, the sound of annoyance barely masking a hint of amusement. He knew he could easily use his powers to help you win on the first try. But something felt different this time; he wanted to support you without giving away his abilities. "Here," he said, leaning in closer, his presence warm against your back. His hand covered yours, guiding it over the joystick with an unexpected gentleness.Β
In a moment of shock, you instinctively tried to pull your hand away, but his grip tightened with a subtle insistence. Saiki manipulated your movements with deft skill, shifting the joystick over to the very stuffed animal you sought. With a slight tug, the claw grasped it on the first attempt, lifting it triumphantly into the winning chute. "There, happy?" he asked, his voice smooth but slightly muffled as he took a step back, slipping his hands into his pockets while carefully gauging your reaction.
You beamed, an involuntary smile lighting up your face as warmth prickled your cheeks. "Thank you!" you replied, bending down to retrieve the small white rabbit stuffed animal, its floppy ears bouncing as you pulled it out. "You didnβt need to help me, you know," you added, a playful lilt in your voice.
Saiki shrugged, glancing away as if the moment held no significance. "No problem," he muttered, though the hint of a smile lingered at the corners of his lips.
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"There are so many people here," you observed, your gaze sweeping across the busy arcade, taking in the multitude of laughter and excited shouts surrounding you.
"That's annoying," he replied, his mouth pressed into a thin line, marking his clear distaste for the crowd.
Just as you began to ask why he wasnβt expressing the irritation with any verbal complaint, you felt his grip suddenly wrap around your hand, pulling you through the throng of bodies. "Kusuoβ!" you stumbled in surprise, your steps quickening to keep up as he led you through the maze of people, his hand firmly clasping yours.
Once you finally broke free from the clutches of the crowd, you noticed your cheeks were flushed with a pretty pink color, warmth spreading through you that had nothing to do with the bustling activity around you. "What was that about?" you asked, frowning slightly as you glanced down at your intertwined hands, a wave of disbelief washing over you.
Saiki remained silent, eyes focused straight ahead, his usual stoic expression masking whatever thoughts ran through his mind. "You were taking too long," he shrugged, casting a sidelong glance down at you, an eyebrow quirking up in faint annoyance.
"I think I pulled a muscle," you grumbled, rubbing your shoulder absentmindedly, trying to mask the discomfort with laughter.
Saiki frowned at your comment, an eyebrow raised as he looked away. "Not my problem," he muttered, already fixing your shoulder pain.
"Oh! The pain went away!" you said suddenly, blinking slowly as confusion crept over your features. "That was oddβ¦but amazing!" you added with a bright smile, your excitement evident even in your bewilderment.
"Yeah. Now let's go," Saiki said, the corner of his mouth quirking up just the slightest bit as he tugged you along again. His fingers remained interlocked with yours.
helloooo can i request relationship hcs with saiki? thank you! also side note but your writing is literal perfectionβΌοΈ
Boyfriend!
General!
-Will (unfortunately) always tell you whether youβre right or wrong on a situation
-Doesnβt mean heβd probably take your side on everything else, though
-Despite the fact he canβt particularly see your skin and has X-ray vision, you find ways to work around this (polaroids)
-Is that boyfriend that swears up and down that you donβt look bad in a polaroid (he loves it truthfully because itβs one of the first glimpses he seeβs where youβre candid and true in the photo.)
βI look horrid, Saiki. Burn it, please!β
βYouβre overreacting.β
-He keeps it in his wallet but flips it so the white part is facing out (he takes mercy on you so nobody sees you passed out on his bed after a long night of studying. Thatβs reserved for his eyes only.)
-Hands you a matching germanium ring out of respect for your privacy
Affection!
- Keeps you at perfect temperature by raising or lowering his body temp with his powersβhuman thermostat
-Quite literally yapper x listener, heβll listen to you blab your head off and give you an affirming kiss whenever you look to him to see if heβs listening
-He uses his powers to move the minor inconveniences out of your life, but not too often, he doesnβt want you to become helpless
-It starts out as random pocket change in your pockets and bags when youβre craving a snack
-Then itβs charging your phone at night when you pass out or putting an extra water bottle in your bag when youβre dehydrated and finished the first one
-He, again, swears that maybeβjust maybe itβs the dark reunion thatβs tampering with your stuff at night (Saiki thinks you already live hazardously by dating himβmight as well avoid any possible accidents from a pen on your floor)
Misc!
-Heβs turned himself into a cat at least five times and coincidentally pestered you as if he were a stray to cheer you up
-Yk those memes where people w/glasses go βIβm done seeingβ and take off their glasses?
-This but the germanium ring, no more hearing him in your head!
-Heβs unfortunately, a true nonchalant man until thereβs a bug in the house
-Has definitely teleported to wherever you were because it scared him
-He tries to consciously not listen to your thoughts just incase whatever was in your head was wacky (he learnt after one day you pulled an all-nighter and your brain was too tired to keep up)
-Also tries to not use your thoughts as a cheat code to your favorβthatβs foul play
-Tries his best to make himself comfortable with physical affection, but you soon learned that it was like a catβheβll come around when he wants to
-Hides in your arms if the all-hearing stuff with everyoneβs thoughts is too loud to bear
-Will genuinely teleport with you to a random field and sit down with you there until he feels better
-He βforgetsβ to tell his friends about you (he wants your attention. His friends are like whiny babies that canβt be left alone)
-Nonchalant bf who will most definitely just sit, read and sigh, letting you kiss all over his face (he kisses you back every once in a while)
It takes a really long time to get to the point where the two of you are dating. Like 100,000,000 words, slow burn, they finally kiss at the endβ sort of fanfic. Honestly, I think Saikiβs a bit hesitant about relationships in general because they seem like a hassle. Everyone else is on thin ice already, the thought of putting effort into a relationship is exhausting enough.
Like with everyone else, heβs pretty indifferent toward you at first, and you only move up to "mild annoyance" status if you stick around long enough. Especially since heβs probably hearing all your thoughts, so thereβs that.
Now, onto the actual headcanons. Saiki isnβt exactly the affectionate type. You two probably started as friends, mostly with you bothering him. Even after he realizes he likes you (though he really tries to hide it), nothing changes much. The difference is, youβre the only person he seems to tolerate. Everyone else wonders why you even bother with him.
Sometimes, Saiki gets... freaked out? Thereβs really no other way to put it. Heβs used to being around people who are idiots, so when someone like you comes alongβsomeone whoβs rather perceptiveβthatβs a bit much for him. It messes with his head. Despite being able to hear your every thought, he starts wondering if youβre psychic too.
You can tell what heβs feeling, what he wants, and even do things for him. Sure, he could do all those things tenfold in just under a minute, but for some reason, he finds himself smiling. He even starts thinking fondly of you.
If you were another Nendou, though? Heβd probably avoid you, and your relationship would be a slow burn that takes another 100,000,000 words and even worse edging (Not like that). But I digress. Saiki shows affection in subtle ways. Like remembering offhand comments youβve made about your favorite snack or color.
Heβs the type of guy whoβll subtly push your chair out of the way when youβre about to trip or pick up a dropped pen without you asking. He might not say much, but heβll do whatever he can to make your life a little easier, even if he doesnβt directly tell you that.
I know it might sound like Iβm painting him as a deadbeat bf, but honestly? Heβd probably be a great boyfriend. He can literally hear your thoughts. He knows what you want, even before you say it. Heβs seen (and heard) men ruin their relationships because they thought they knew their partner. So, when you want to grab a treat or have been wanting something that relates to an interest, heβll know.
Heβll also know (and hear) if you slightly even think heβs good looking on a particular day. Heβll never admit it, of course, but if you get embarrassed thinking about it (since you know he can hear your thoughts), he secretly enjoys that. Seeing you flustered is one of his guilty pleasuresβeven though heβd never show it.
And yeah, Saikiβs protective. He wonβt say it, and he wonβt make a big show of it like other people would, but he does care. If somethingβs bothering you, heβll subtly step in. Like if someoneβs making you uncomfortable, heβll use his telekinesis to, throw something at them or trip them upβwhatever works, as long as no one knows it was him.
He doesnβt like people messing with you, and he wonβt hesitate to shut them down, even if he keeps it minimal to avoid drawing attention to himself.
In this following scenario you're another Nendou. He hardly ever gets surprised. I mean, hearing everyoneβs thoughts kind of ruins surprises, spoilers for a new tv show, honestly anything for him. But maybeβjust maybeβthe only way to startle or fluster him is by turning the tables on that. Maybe itβs the first time you show affection in your relationship.
Saikiβs not big on physical touchβ we all know that much. If you want to hug him, go ahead, but heβll probably just stand there like a statue. So, letβs say you somehow convince him to come over to your place, and then you, attempted subtly, suggest that you kiss him out of nowhere.
Heβd choke on his drink and immediately try to cover it up. Forget not hearing your thoughts, he literally didnβt think youβd want to kiss him anytime soon. He wonβt show it (obviously) but deep down, heβs definitely a little shaken.
Now, in the chance that you two do kiss, (which is chapters laterβ in fanfiction terms) heβs very hesitant? Like sure, he can destroy the entire Earth if he even wanted to but the idea is still startling. He thinks it over and once he agrees (which is the only kiss youβll get until the next blue moon) he is admittedly worried.
Heβs never kissed anyone, he never planned to so he tries to be collected like he always is. If a satellite suddenly went offline somewhere in space, well thatβs nothing to do with him.
Also, an extra that isnβt a dating hc is that Saikis mom and dad love you so much, his dad literally asked if you were actually real which earned a side eye from Saiki. It does get annoying for Saiki, but heβs pretty glad you all get along.
nico's blog β saiki x reader; mind your business!
summary: the few times saiki has used his mind-related powers on you
notes: do yall like the pun name..... lol anyway comment if u wannma be in tha saiki taglist but it ok if u dont β€οΈ fem!reader
instance #01
saiki is being followed around by this incessantly-annoying girl (you.)
all you do is chase him around, hang by him, and try to instigate conversations with him.
and even after he doesn't entertain your infantile 7-year-old babbling, you still continue to annoyingly hang around him.
saiki (other than his accidental rock-paper-scissors fame) tries to go out of his way to blend in and seem as ordinary as possible.
...so when saiki cannot shake this girl's interest off of him, he's a bit skeptical and worried.
is this girl a secret government spy sent to hunt him down? is she some secret 7-year-old assasin?
thus, saiki focuses all of his mind reading onto you for a few days. the following is a summary of his data:
"i wonder if i can finally beat him in rock-paper-scissors!" you think.
"he's soooo cool...especially his hair pins...i want the sames ones so we can match and become best friends!" you think.
"i wonder if he wants to play tag with me...but if i ask him he'll just ignore me again!" you think.
. . .
saiki, afterwards, deemed you as not a threat.
saiki also played tag with you. begrudgingly.
instance #02
you two, thirteen, were just walking back home from school.
to saiki, you were the only person he could really stand. otherwise, he's always bugged by his moronic classmates. worst of all being nendo.
saiki also doesn't like to use any mind-related powers on you. he respects you a lot and-
well, he had to make one exception this time.
. . .
you were chatting with him animatedly about the fact you won some volleyball game.
as you were yapping, saiki (uncharacteristically) flinched as a large hand fell upon his shoulder and a disgustingly familiar "hey buddy" began falling upon his ears.
damn that brainless nendo whose movements saiki can't predict!
saiki was not in the mood to see nendo, nor was he in the mood to have his peaceful walk home with you interrupted.
so, while you were distracted for a split second, saiki quickly used hypnosis on you to make nendo look like an actual japanese demon.
red skin, large tusks, demonic eyes, black horns, the whole shebang.
the "hey buddy" that nendo actually said was twisted into "i will eat you" in your brain.
your eyes widened, your face paled, and you screamed like a banshee, sprinting off at an insane pace.
saiki just happily followed you as nendo watched in confusion.
nendo dared not to follow you, and saiki's plan to shake him off succeeded.
even since then, nendo thinks you're a bit mental. you are oblivious as to why.
instance #03
despite the fact saiki rigged class sortings to be with you more, he's not with you every second of the day.
and in highschool, everything's about romance. so inevitably, you get the attention of some low-life boys.
and for no reason at all, it ticked the psychic boy off.
you just sat blankly as some guy talked you up.
you were just confusedly talking to him, oblivious to the fact that this is flirting.
however, saiki was reading the boy's mind:
"this chick is pretty cute... not teruhashi cute but who is... maybe i could get her something like a stuffed animal to get a date with her. she seems like the type of girl to like dumb stuff like that" echoed through the guy's mind.
. . . saiki was even more ticked off.
so, as any normal best friend would do, he obsessively (but secretly) stalked that conversation.
*and ignored kaido, nendo, and hairo's advances to converse while doing so.
and suddenly:
"do you wanna go to a cafe or something sometime?" the boy asks. you blink.
"um, well-" you start, until your thoughts are attacked:
saiki saiki saiki saiki saiki echoes over and over again. what the hell??
"saiki...?" you blabber out, brain jumbled up.
the guy hitting on you blinks with confusion "...saiki? like that kid in our class...? are you two dating?" he asks.
your face turns bright red.
"no! it's not-saiki-saiki-! what the hell-saiki and i...saiki-" you keep spouting out, your face turning redder and redder.
the guy hitting on you gets more and more confused as you struggle to form a coherent sentence. he mumbles out an awkward excuse and walks away.
you are so red, so embarrassed, and so confused. why were you thinking of saiki so much??
you sprint off to the bathroom.
saiki may or may not have used thought projection to repeatedly echo his name in your head again and again. that is what overwhelmed your thoughts.
. . .
it was just a coincidence that the first thing he thought of was his own name, okay?
he was just keeping you safe, that's all.
instance #04
you had a short meeting with saiki's brother.
he was a freak as per usual.
but you met kuuske when you had just learnt about saiki's powers.
you were still new and just getting used to the idea.
. . . however, with kuuske being kuuske, he kept on going on and on about how dangerous saiki is.
and how, 'with a single thought or flick of the wrist, saiki could kill you.'
. . .
despite the fact you were standing strong and brushing kuuske off with a stubborn furrow in your brow, saiki could tell you were a bit freaked out.
especially when saiki was walking you home and you flinched a little.
that ticked him off.
so, saiki broke his mind-power rule once again to use memory alteration and erase the whole interaction with his brother from your mind.
. . .
when the memory disappeared, your mind refilled it with you and saiki in some sappy shoujo scene from one of your mangas.
saiki didn't know what to make of that.
instance #05
years upon years later, saiki hasn't used mind-related powers on you in a long time.
especially after he gifted you many germanium-composed jewelry items.
your wedding ring was also made of germanium, so that really set it in stone.
as a result, his involuntary-mind-reading and other mind powers have ceased to work on you. saiki enjoys that profusely.
however, there was just one more time where he made an exception.
. . .
saiki sat in bed with a book in hand. all lights were off but a small reading lamp on his bedside.
lying beside him was you asleep in bed.
saiki and you peacefully were in bed together . . . before you started twisting and turning.
your calm sleeping face contorted into a worried expression and you began mumbling incoherent, yet seemingly frightful, nonsense.
it seems you were having a nightmare.
saiki turned to his wife and narrowed his eyes.
one more uncomfortable movement from you was all it took for saiki to take action.
he slid the germanium wedding ring off your finger to cancel the obstruction of his mind-powers on you.
he then placed his palm upon your forehead and used his mind control powers on you to alter your dreams.
he injected dumb things like cats, sweets, flowers, (and himself) to cancel out the nightmare.
it seemed to work as the crease in your brow straightened up and the light smile you usually don while asleep returned.
you slowly fell into a sweet reverie once again.
saiki sighed contentedly.
he slid your germanium ring back on (effectively blocking his mind powers once again), and kissed your forehead softly with a tiiiny smile.
i didn't realize how long this lowkey became... i also lowk thought up this idea while taking a fat dump lol.... i think that's tmi im sorry also there might be a shit ton of grammar mistakes cuz im too lazy to keep reading this over and over again and edit it soooory....... jesus this shit too long bruh who gonna read this all
saiki k taglist (comment to be added!): @skeletaldino
β very hesitant to hug you/hold hands bc he is afraid he might shatter all your bones. prefers kisses, less can go wrong
β except that one time he kissed you and was so flustered that a whole galaxy exploded
β but it was one of those really distant, useless ones so he moved on
β or that time you held his hand and he literally started levitating ??
β finishes exams in two seconds then spends the rest of the time annoying you
'i don't mean to disturb you but i noticed you put the wrong answer for question four'
'get out of my head!'
β i already wrote a drabble about this but he morphs into different objects to 'prank' you
β you always want him to shrink bc what's the point of having a psychic bf if you can't carry him around on your person like a polly pocket
β he's very apprehensive about it, however one day he finally agrees to it because you have a shift at work and you really wanted him to join you but it would be weird if he just showed up to your place of work unannounced so he shrunk and you carried him around in your back pocket
β that is until you almost sat on him!! and when he dived out to avoid being crushed, he fell onto the sticky work floor covered in dust
β still hasn't fully recovered πΏ
β omg if you are insecure about a physical feature of yours , instead of using his powers to change you, he will use his mind control on the entire world so that your insecurity is now the beauty standard (similar to what he did with his hair)
β he doesn't use mind control on you though bc it's rude
β in fact he tries to avoid using his powers on you all together bc it would only cause trouble (with the exception of telepathy bc he likes to speak to you.. unlike he does with most people)
β and he's very strict with that ethic of his
β which is nice and all, and really easy until he does something super embarrassing in front of you
β like you see him scream at a cockroach or smth
β and he is SO tempted to use memory alteration on you so you could just forget that ever happened
β but he just can't bring himself to do it
β OR when your birthday was before his so he got you a present but didn't do that much else, but when it was time for his birthday and you went all out, he so wanted to either go back in time and do better or just alter your memory so you think he went all out too
β oh and passive aggression doesn't work on him ofc
β if you are ever mad or upset at him for whatever reason, you can't be like 'hmph i'm not gonna tell you what you did wrong, you just have to know :<' bc he can.. y'know.. read your mind
β and he also knows exactly what to do to make you feel better and forgive him, every single time
β plus you can never stay mad at him for long anyway bc he's just too cute!!
β too shy to admit that he wants to spend more time with you so he will use his powers as some sort of excuse
as you're about to leave saiki's room, he lies, 'wait. don't go. i have had a precognition that something terrible is going to happen to you if you do.'
'really?' you raise an eyebrow. 'and what might that be?'
he wasn't really ready for any follow up questions so he stutters and thinks of the scariest scenario he can 'toritsuka.'
... 'toritsuka is going to do what? jump me?'
'no. just toritsuka.'
β for your birthday or anniversary he does something you call the 'saiki special' where he duplicates himself to give you a full body massage
β it's what dreams are made of !!!
β but yeah it's a lot of effort so he saves it for special occasions
β he would so love to watch trashy reality tv shows with you
β but he so uses it against you
β like if you are ever studying and are like 'why am i working so hard when you are psychic and can literally set us up for the easy life π«'
β he'll be like.. you know who else never worked hard a day in they're life.. the kardashians!! do you really want to end up like that??
β and when you say yes this is the face he makes π
β dw though bc as i said before he will be in your head during exams so he can help you a little
β his love language is actually spoonfeeding you food and desserts
β and yes he actually uses his hands opposed to his mind to control the spoon, just to show you that being a psychic doesn't mean he gets to cut corners!
Saiki K x Reader
Genre: fluff. Headcanons
Cw: Jealousy. Overprotective Saiki. I hope I didn't mischaracterise him, but I probably did. Tsundere Saiki.
Wc: 2.2k
Okay, let's see.
Sorry to say, but the first few times he runs into you, he doesn't even consider you at first. Not even as a friend, just someone he sees from time to time.
There's a lot of nuance when it comes to writing about Saiki.
Let's say he can read your mind and you aren't immune to his powers.
Let's also say that you have taken a liking to him very early on in your 'friendship.' He'd obviously wouldn't really want to get close to you since we see how he always avoids anyone who are attracted to him in the slightest.
If you started out as being his friend and just wanting to hang out with him for the fun of it and because you think he's a really cool person, then he'll tolerate you because damn, you think he's cool? Of all things? He tries his best to be as normal as possible, what has he ever done to be cool?
Oh well, he'll just keep you around. You already consider him as a friend, so he might as well, it'll be way too much trouble trying to keep you away after all.
Crushing era
How do I put this.
You'd have to seriously pique his interest if you want him to crush on you.
He wouldn't even classify it as a crush, he refuses to. He'd just refer it as 'curious' about you.
And by pique his interest, I mean pique his interest.
If you were absolutely normal, like the most normal person ever, then he'd want to stay near you just so he could learn from you, much like he did Satou.
OR, if your thought process was like, unpredictable. Well, predictable to him, since he could read your thoughts, but he can't read your thoughts before they form. If that makes sense.
And for a long while, he wouldn't even consider it as a crush, because he wouldn't feel romantically attracted to you.
But, he would find himself drawing closer towards you. He'd do it unconsciously too.
He's a man who's very aware of his actions. He's pretty emotionally checked in with his feelings (or lack there of). So when he first realises how fast his heart would beat whenever he was around you, he'd recognise it immediately.
"Oh, it seems that I like this person."
And it spirals down from there.
Once he makes that epiphany, he doesn't really do anything about it tbh. He'd just keep you there to do your own thing. He's curious as to how you'd go about approaching your feelings.
He thought he had it under control. He does not.
Saiki doesn't like someone just for their appearance, he sees your flesh -- literally. The only thing he can see is the muscle on your bones, he has literally no idea what your face and facial features look like.
So for him to like you, you'd just need to treat him like a regular person. And to be yourself (as in, to stay as the person that made him curious about in the first place.)
Again, he doesn't do anything.
BUT, he is quite the overprotective one.
We all know what Kaido is like. If there's even a whiff of someone that could be a potential partner for him, he's following that trail like a depraved weirdo.
And Saiki knows what Kaido is like as well.
So, when Saiki does what he can to make sure that he doesn't do shit to you.
"Say.. the more I look at it.. that chick over there doesn't look too bad." Kaido nudges the pink haired boy's shoulder with his elbow. His eyebrow raised as to make the usual smug face that he has.
Saiki follows his gaze to you. Who was off on your own little world. Wondering what you'll buy for dinner and calculating how much time it would take for you to walk home, shower, eat, and then do your homework. And how much time you'd have left to spare.
God, you're so normal.
"Y/n." He says unbothered, his eyes in his usual half-lid.
"What?" Kaido looks at him, confused.
"Their name is Y/n. Not some chick."
Does Saiki want you? Maybe, maybe not. He knows well that you have that regular life that he has always longed for. He wants your normality, so in a way, he does want you.
Don't even get him started on when Nendou would rope you into his stupid projects.
"Yo, Y/n!" Nendou yells out, catching your attention, "the boys and I are going to this really cool building after school, wanna come with?"
"Sure.. what building?"
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh ----" Nendou blanks, "--- it has really cool food!" He gives you a thumbs up, to which you respond with a puzzled look on your face.
Saiki face palms mentally. There was no cool food in that building. It was abandoned, Nendou just heard that there was an insane amount of gangsters that would make it their hideout. He thought that if he undermined them, then he could make it their hangout.
The only reason he's asking you to come with was because you looked a lot weaker than he was, and by that logic, then the gangsters wouldn't want to hurt you, right?
Everything I just mentioned was what Saiki just told you through his telepathy. No way in hell was he going to let you get hurt. I mean, not like he cared or anything....
"Oh.." you looked at the both of them, "umm, I think I'll pass."
"Aw man."
This freak is such a tsundere ugh.
You found out that he liked coffee jelly and whenever you'd offer him some he'd just stare at you like he didn't give a shit.
But then his heart would explode in gratitude.
He's like a crow in a way, whenever he sees something that he thinks (knows) that you'd like, then he's placing it on your desk in an instant.
If you asked if it was from him, hell no, you're crazy, why would he give you anything?
It just a whole "I don't want anyone to see me vulnerable because I'm literally an omniscient being and that would be really weird."
How the both of you ended up making things official is quite hard to explain.
He read your mind and figured out that you were planning on confessing to him.
He decided to let it happen.
Usually, like Yumehara and Teruhashi, he'd use his powers to make everything in the universe have it go wrong.
But since he took a.. liking.. to you, he let you do whatever it is that you were planning to do.
That was, until he noticed how you weren't doing it.
Where was the love letter stuffed into his locker? Where was the blushing, stuttering, mess of a confession?
He taps into your mind.
'Maybe it's useless to confess to him, there's no way he likes me back.'
No!
It's not useless, and he certainly likes you ba --
I mean, he has a liking to you.
After another week of you going back and fourth between either doing it now or doing it later or not doing it at all.
He formulates a plan.
He asks if he could borrow a piece of scrap paper for the class.
You nodded, reaching into your bag to rummage through the piles of paper in your bag.
You were certain that you had left the love letter on your desk at home.
Absentmindedly, you pulled out the envelope. Not even noticing that you had just handed him your feelings until much, much too late.
He approaches you after school. The letter in his hand.
He's not good with expressing his emotions, in fact, he's very very bad at it. He has enough of that at home with his parents. And he can't help but cringe whenever he's about to say anything too affectionate and hunky-dory.
This is something he does feel bad about, but he warps your reality into thinking that he said some really corny lovey-dovey shit.
He knows it's not good. That it doesn't really speak from his heart. Well, it does. But he knows that it would make a bigger impact if he told you directly, rather than letting his powers do all the work for him.
That's something he'll fix later on, and besides, you don't know that he did that. You don't know he's a psychic. So you'd be none the wiser.
Dating era:
It's not that he kept your relationship a secret, he just wasn't loud about it, and you didn't mind. As long as you finally got to be with the silly boy that you've been crushing on, then you're more than happy.
His friends however, the minute they found out. Oh boy.
"Huh? You and Y/n are dating? Cool! So does that mean you have a kid now?" Nendou tilted his head, his very, hollow, head.
"What!??!?!?!? Ain't no way!!" Kaido practically screams. "Damn it, now I need find someone else to flirt with." He whispers under his breath. "No way you're dating someone before I am! There's no way! I just can't accept that! I was supposed to find my queen that would fight alongside me against the Dark Reunion and you're telling me that you got a partner before me?? But then again, maybe this is a trick that the Dark Reunion is playing on me.."
Saiki took his mouth away after that.
"Hmm, I approve." Kuboyasu closed his eyes as he nodded in approval. Saiki wasn't looking for his approval, but thanks.. I guess.
"Do be careful Kusuo, it's not rare for enemies to bring in a spy to infiltrate the group by gaining your trust." Thanks for the concern.
Teruhashi, oh dear Teruhashi. She is.. not happy. In the slightest.
"It's so wonderful that you're dating Y/n!" She grits her teeth while she talks. Stifling a sob behind her smile.
What she's saying is: "they're definitely really cool! You made a great decision in dating them. I would've loved to get to know them a lot more! I've always wanted to be their friend, and I'm really happy that you're happy, Saiki!"
What she's thinking is: 'Godamnit! If only I tried a lot harder to be more flirtatious around Saiki, then maybe I would've gotten a small 'oh wow!' Out of him! Now that Y/n is going to get all of the 'oh wow's' that he was meant to give me!'
She's uh, she doesn't take too kindly to you for a few days.. weeks.
That whole passive aggressiveness she had with Yumehara is now tenfold that you're actually dating him.
"Oh hey, Y/n. Where are you going after school?" She smiles sweetly. You were completely oblivious to her true intentions, much like everyone else, you were under the spell that Teruhashi is the sweetest girl to ever exist.
"Oh hi, I'm coming over to Saiki's today, his parents asked me if I could help cook for dinner." You waved her off.
Her eye twitched, smile still on her face as she tries to calm herself down.
You spotted your boyfriend leaning against the door of the classroom, his expression as plain as always. You greeted him, grabbing onto his arm as the both of you walked away.
She's not trying to break the both of you up, nothing like that. She may be jealous, but she's not evil. She just needs a way to let out her frustrations. She'll get over it eventually. Just give her this for now.
Speaking of his parents.
Saiki doesn't want them to know. No way in hell.
He knows that they're going to pester the shit out of them, so he'll introduce you as a friend if he has to.
But of course, they find out. His mother only had to take one look between the both of you before she starts to gush on about how lucky his son is to have you.
Actually, the second you tell her that you are in fact, dating her son. She might as well explode.
Saiki's worst fears came true, his parents, who were overbearing, has now become even worse.
Everyday it's just "Saiki, when is that lovely Y/n of yours coming over again?"
"Saiki, does this mean that your children would be psychics as well?"
"Saiki, do you think this would look good on Y/n?"
"Saiki! How could you say that! Apologise to Y/n right now!" Even if he was objectively in the right.
He's not really a sucker for PDA.
He's okay with the usual arm touch, as long as he has his sleeves down and if it's not too intense.
It's not that he thinks you're like, dirty or weird or anything.
He's just much more comfortable being in his own bubble.
He'll pat you on the back, maybe ruffle your hair a bit.
He doesn't mind if you do the same, sometimes you'd loop your arm around his and it makes him a bit claustrophobic, but he indulges anyway.
His room is a safe haven.
The both of you would hang out, doing nothing in particular. He'd do his own stuff and so would you.
He'd find comfort in the simplicity. Even though his ears would overflow with the entire world's thoughts.
a/n: i stole this req from @munipe so credit to that anon <3
ask: imagine THISS - saiki with a sleeptalker s/o. has genuinely full blown CONVERSATIONS that make 0 sense. like its just "..are you awake, or asleep?" "i love spicy salami too honey" "???"
ββ β ββ
Saiki Kusuo had done many ridiculous things in his life, but turning himself into a hardcover copy of Advanced Quantum Physics just to sneak past a girlfriendβs overprotective parents had to rank in the top five.
Heβd calculated everything: the parentsβ patrol schedule, the creaking floorboards, the dog that barked at literally nothing. The book disguise worked perfectly β heβd spent two hours on a shelf in the hallway, gathering dust, until the house finally went quiet. Then he reverted to human form, slipped into your room, and closed the door with the softest click possible.
You were already asleep, curled on your side, breathing slow and even. Saiki exhaled (quietly) in relief. Mission success. He could finally relax without worrying about your father bursting in with a baseball bat and holy water.
He sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to shift the mattress too much. Telepathy confirmed you were deep in REM sleep. Good. He could finally cuddle with you like you pleaded (begged) him to. Heβd just wait until morning, then teleport out before anyone woke up.
As he leaned down to lay, you spoke.
βIβ¦ I wuv spicy sawamiβ¦β
Kusuo froze. Your eyes were still closed. Lips barely moving. Were you sleep-talking? He blinked. ββ¦Spicy what?β
No response. Just soft breathing again. He leaned a fraction closer, curiosity overriding his usual policy of minding his own business. βAre you awake, or asleep?β
A pause. Then, dreamily: βThe noodles are plottingβ¦ with the penguins.β
Saiki stared. He tried telepathy, just in case this was some elaborate prank.
Nothing coherent. Just swirling dream fragments: a bowl of ramen wearing a tuxedo (?), waddling across an iceberg while holding a tiny briefcase. The ramen bowed politely to a penguin in sunglasses. They exchanged suspicious glances.
Saiki pulled back, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
Another mumble from you: βNo, Mr. Takoyaki, I wonβt betray the councilβ¦ the sauce is sacredβ¦β
He couldnβt help it. The corner of his mouth twitched. You rolled onto your back, arms flopping dramatically. βKusu! You canβt eat the moon. Even if itβs.. yummy.. cheeseβ¦ mm...β
He pressed his lips together. This was worse than Teruhashiβs inner monologues. Telepathy again: now the dream had shifted to him (pink hair and all) trying to take a bite out of a giant glowing moon while you defended it with a ladle. The moon was crying.
He gave up on telepathy. Clearly it was useless here. Kusuo stared at the ceiling for a long moment. Then, very quietly: βGood grief.β
He lay down beside you β fully clothed, on top of the covers, hands clasped over his stomach like a corpse, resigned to his fate.
Five minutes later: βSaikiβ¦ the coffee jelly is evolvingβ¦ itβs learning to speak Frenchβ¦ oui oui ouiβ¦ wiwiwwiwiwwiiββ
a/n: i stole this req from @munipe so credit to that anon <3
ask: imagine THISS - saiki with a sleeptalker s/o. has genuinely full blown CONVERSATIONS that make 0 sense. like its just "..are you awake, or asleep?" "i love spicy salami too honey" "???"
ββ β ββ
Saiki Kusuo had done many ridiculous things in his life, but turning himself into a hardcover copy of Advanced Quantum Physics just to sneak past a girlfriendβs overprotective parents had to rank in the top five.
Heβd calculated everything: the parentsβ patrol schedule, the creaking floorboards, the dog that barked at literally nothing. The book disguise worked perfectly β heβd spent two hours on a shelf in the hallway, gathering dust, until the house finally went quiet. Then he reverted to human form, slipped into your room, and closed the door with the softest click possible.
You were already asleep, curled on your side, breathing slow and even. Saiki exhaled (quietly) in relief. Mission success. He could finally relax without worrying about your father bursting in with a baseball bat and holy water.
He sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to shift the mattress too much. Telepathy confirmed you were deep in REM sleep. Good. He could finally cuddle with you like you pleaded (begged) him to. Heβd just wait until morning, then teleport out before anyone woke up.
As he leaned down to lay, you spoke.
βIβ¦ I wuv spicy sawamiβ¦β
Kusuo froze. Your eyes were still closed. Lips barely moving. Were you sleep-talking? He blinked. ββ¦Spicy what?β
No response. Just soft breathing again. He leaned a fraction closer, curiosity overriding his usual policy of minding his own business. βAre you awake, or asleep?β
A pause. Then, dreamily: βThe noodles are plottingβ¦ with the penguins.β
Saiki stared. He tried telepathy, just in case this was some elaborate prank.
Nothing coherent. Just swirling dream fragments: a bowl of ramen wearing a tuxedo (?), waddling across an iceberg while holding a tiny briefcase. The ramen bowed politely to a penguin in sunglasses. They exchanged suspicious glances.
Saiki pulled back, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
Another mumble from you: βNo, Mr. Takoyaki, I wonβt betray the councilβ¦ the sauce is sacredβ¦β
He couldnβt help it. The corner of his mouth twitched. You rolled onto your back, arms flopping dramatically. βKusu! You canβt eat the moon. Even if itβs.. yummy.. cheeseβ¦ mm...β
He pressed his lips together. This was worse than Teruhashiβs inner monologues. Telepathy again: now the dream had shifted to him (pink hair and all) trying to take a bite out of a giant glowing moon while you defended it with a ladle. The moon was crying.
He gave up on telepathy. Clearly it was useless here. Kusuo stared at the ceiling for a long moment. Then, very quietly: βGood grief.β
He lay down beside you β fully clothed, on top of the covers, hands clasped over his stomach like a corpse, resigned to his fate.
Five minutes later: βSaikiβ¦ the coffee jelly is evolvingβ¦ itβs learning to speak Frenchβ¦ oui oui ouiβ¦ wiwiwwiwiwwiiββ
Immediately, you use your sock-covered toe to gently kick Erenβs foot over slightly, encouraging him to close his legs from their plant in a βman-spread.β
Your boyfriend, with an offended look and mouth agape, watches as you take your position on his now closed lap, legs draped over the side and your arm wrapping around his neck. You set the bowl of snacks on your lap and bring one of the salty crackers to his open mouth, not even acknowledging his incredulous expression. You gently coax the cracker into his mouth, but he doesnβt bite it quite yet.
βExcuse me?β He manages, mouth warbled around the cracker. His tongue prods the cracker in, and he chews it anggreddibely
You shrug, βyeah, like, you man-spread, youβve got a man bun, you man-splain-β
βWhen have I ever man-splained something to you?β He grumbles, clearly still not taking your words well. You giggle. He softens just slightly. Your laugh always has had that effect on him.
βBaby,β you croon, leaning in to kiss his pout; once, twice, and on the third peck, he kisses back, and your heart rate spikes in excitement. βItβs not a bad thing. You are a man, itβs okay.β
βYeah but donβt say it like that,β he whines. βMakes it sound like a bad thing. Like I want to be a menace.β
βYou wake up and consciously make that decision everyday, it has nothing to do with you happening to be a man,β you snort. He takes the bowl from your lap and puts it to the side, wrapping his arms around you and tugging you closer. You smell the cheap body wash clinging to his skin, mingling with the expensive cologne he uses in his collar. His pout is etched into his face while he nuzzles into your neck, and his breath causes goosebumps to raise on your skin. You mewl and wrap your arms around his neck, letting his face comfortably burrow in the curve of your own. βBut youβre my menace, I love you for that.β
You feel him smirk against your skin, and you shiver at the hot breath splaying over your neck.
The worst feeling is when you finish an enormous β¦ x reader masterpiece and have to go back to your boring ass life so now you suddenly feel terribly alone.
Do you ever just get into a fandom so late that the most recent post about them is like 2 years ago? Especially worse if your fav character just so unfortunately happens to NOT have a single oneshot written about them.
βcβmonnnn, cabo tanβ you groan, exasperation laced in your voice.
you're sprawled on your stomach across one of eren's absurdly expensive lounge chairs, the kind with cushions so plush you almost feel guilty lying on them.
almost.
your baby pink bikini is barely there, a tiny triangle number eren picked out himself at some boutique in the bahamas last weekend. the top's ties are loose between your shoulder blades, because why bother tying them when you're just tanning?
your bottoms disappear completely where they're meant to, swallowed by the plush curve of your ass. you've got one cheek pressed against the warm cushion, arms folded under your chin, and closed eyes behind sunglasses.
the lemon drop sweats condensation on your manicured hand, droplets dripping from the crystal glass. you made it yourself at his personal barβ¦.three tries before you got it right and you're pretty sure you still used too much simple syrup. but it tastes good and that's what matters!
from the second floor bedroom balcony, eren watches you.
he's leaning against the iron railing, one elbow propped with a cigarette burning slow between his ring clad fingers. a thin curl of smoke drifts up past his face but his eyes never leave you. the way your spine dips into your waist. the way those pink bottoms cling to the full swell of your cheeks like they're holding on for dear life. the way one strap of your bikini top has already slipped down your shoulder, the fabric barely covering anything anymore.
he takes a long drag and exhales as he smiles to himself.
fuck.
he doesn't even remember what he was doing before this; some email, some invoice, or some client bitching about a firewall. but none of it matters when he's got you down there, tanning in his pool area like you own the place.
he pulls out his phone and zooms in just slightly, not too much, he wants the whole view. the glittering water, the pink bikini, and the way the sun shines on the cocoa oil rubbed into your skin. once he snaps a picture, he texts it to you.
your phone dings from the small table beside your lounge chair as you groan softly, reaching blindly without lifting your head. probably a package notification from you ordering three new lingerie sets last night because eren mentioned wanting to take you to cabo for your birthday. but when you squint at the screen through your lenses, your stomach flips.
it's a picture of you from above.
your bikini top completely undone, straps pooled around your elbows. your bottoms eaten up by the round globes of your ass and your legs parted just slightly, feet dangling off the edge of the chair.
you crane your neck slowly and there he is.
leaning against the balcony railing, cigarette still burning, and phone still in hand. his hair's pulled back in a messy man bun, a few loose strands falling around his sharp jaw. he's shirtless already, probably stripping off his hoodie the second he stepped outside, and the afternoon light carves shadows into the lines of his tattoo peeking out from his ribs.
he doesn't wave nor does he call out. eren just stares down at you with that half lidded look that makes your thighs press together.
you smile slowly and sweetly shout up at him, "you like the view or what, ren?"
his smirk is visible even from here as he nods his head.
"come down and see for yourself," you add while wiggling your hips just enough to make the fat of your ass jiggle.
eren flicks the cigarette over the balcony and disappears back inside. it takes him less than three minutes to change before you hear the glass door slide open and the soft pad of bare feet on warm stone.
when you look up again, he's walking toward you in black swim trunks hanging low on his hips, chest bare, and hair still in that messy bun. a crystal tumbler dangles from his fingersβ something amber, probably whiskey, because he never drinks anything fruity unless you beg him to share yours.
in his other hand: a bottle of sunscreen. you giggle while pressing your cheek back into your folded arms. "you're so predictable."
"am i?" he asks as he sets the tumbler down on the table next to your lemon drop and crouches beside the lounge chair. the bottle clicks open as cool lotion drips onto your shoulder blades and you shiver. "i just don't want you to burn."
"uh-huhβ¦whatever you say."
his hands land on your shoulders and he starts working the sunscreen into your skin. his palms glide down your spine, over your ribs, and his thumbs press into the small of your back as you melt into the cushion with a soft sigh.
he leans down, lips brushing your ear. "you left your top untied."
"did i?"
"you did." his hands slide lower, palms curving over the swell of your ass, thumbs dragging along the edge of your bikini bottoms. "careless girl."
you hum while arching your back just enough to press into his touch. "that's why i have you, smart man. to take care of me."
he squeezes both of your cheeks firmly and you feel him smile against your shoulder. "yeah," he murmurs, voice low and thick like the whiskey in his glass. "that's why you have me."
you feel his fingers find the loose strings of your bikini top before you even realize what he's doing as he gathers the strings, tying them carefully into a small bow between your shoulders.
his hands linger a moment longer than necessary as they smooths down your spine, tracing the dip of your waist. then he straightens and you hear the soft swish of liquid against glass as he picks up whatever liquor he brought down with him.
"jacuzzi," he says and you know it's not a question.
you push yourself up on your elbows while twisting to look at him over your shoulder as he's already walking toward the bubbling water.
"coming, baby?" he doesn't turn around but you can hear the smirk in his voice.
you scramble off the lounge chair quickly, nearly tripping over your own feet, and he chuckles as you pad barefoot across the warm stone to join him.
the jacuzzi bubbles softly in the corner of the pool area, steam curling up into the evening air. you climb in first, the hot water lapping at your thighs as you fix your hair clip, not wanting to mess up your freshly done hair. eren sets his glass down on the edge and steps in after you, water sloshing gently as he settles onto the submerged bench seat.
you don't hesitate as you climb right into his lap, knees pressing into the bench on either side of his hips, straddling him like you belong there. his hands find your waist immediately as his thumbs stroke lazy circles against your wet skin just above the hem of your bikini bottoms.
now you're nose to nose with him, his damp hair half fallen from the bun, loose strands sticking to his temple and his jaw. a few pieces cling to the column of his throat and you push them away gently just for an excuse to touch him.
"how was your day?" you ask softly, acrylics dragging down his chest.
he snorts. "you mean before or after i watched you tanning half naked in my backyard?"
"both." you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "tell me everything."
eren's hands slide up your back to pull you closer until your chests are pressed together. his skin is cool despite the warm water and you can feel his steady heartbeat against your chest. he's always so calm and controlled as his fingers dig into your waist lightly.
"dealt with a client who didn't know the difference between ram and storage," he murmurs against your temple. "had to explain it three times."
you kiss his cheeks as you watch his lashes flutter over them. "poor baby."
"then i had to call my accountant because someone-" he says as he pinches your side lightly, "spent five hundred dollars on bathing suits last week."
"that was for the bahamas and now, cabo!" you protest while grinning. "you said pack cute things."
"i said pack a suitcase, not bankrupt me."
you laugh and kiss his nose, then his jaw, then the spot just below his ear that makes his breath hitch. he lets you because he loves the way you spoil him with affection. his hands roam your back, tracing your spine, the dip of your waist, and the swell of your hips above the waterline.
and as you pepper his face with kisses, eren finds himself thinking how different this is and how different you are.
the babies before you were a little older and poised. they faked their laughs and forced their touches like affection was a transaction with them. they would've never climbed into his lap in broad daylight or kiss him in a jacuzzi like no one was watching.
but itβs also the way you kissed him breathless on that balcony in the bahamas with the ocean below and the way you giggled when he bent you over the railing, moaning loud enough for the whole resort to hear.
no one had ever been like that with him. no one had ever been so unafraid to want him but he doesn't say any of that out loud. he just pulls you tighter against his chest, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head.
"cabo's gonna be good," you say between kisses, pulling back just enough to look at him. his green eyes soft in a way he'd never admit to. "right?"
"yeah." his thumb traces your bottom lip. "fly out the morning of your birthday. private villa with a beachfront. and that backless dress you like, i wanna see you in it."
"you're so good to me."
"i know."
you smack his chest lightly and he catches your wrist, pressing a kiss to your palm. his rings are cold against your skin, a stark contrast to the warm water and the heat building between your bodies.
"you're different, you know that?" he says quietly, almost like he didn't mean to say it out loud.
you tilt your head. "different how?"
eren just shakes his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "just different."
he doesn't elaborate but instead, his hands slide down to grip your ass, pulling you flush against him under the water. the bubbles hide the way his hips roll up into yours but you feel it and you gasp as your fingers curl into his damp hair.
"yeah?" his voice is rough now, the controlled mask slipping. "you gonna let me show everyone in cabo who you belong to?"
"mhm." you kiss him again, deeper this time, tongue sliding against his. he tastes like whiskey and something sweet from your lemon drop he stole a sip of earlier.
when you finally break for air, he's breathing hard as his forehead presses against yours.
"twenty three," he murmurs. "gonna be a good year for you."
"for us," you correct and the way his lips twitch makes your heart ache in the best way.
he pulls you tighter against his chest, one hand rubbing slow, soothing circles into your lower back. the jacuzzi bubbles around you both, and the city sprawls out below the penthouse, glittering and distant.
"you're gonna be the death of me," he says into your hair.
you grin against his neck. "but what a way to go, right?"
he laughs and you feel it rumble through his chest and into your bones. "yeah, baby," he says, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, your collarbone, and the hollow of your throat. "what a way to go."
just thinkin about younger!eren who just doesnβt get the hint that youβre not that into him. heβs a good yarning boy that you use to your advantage. need coffee for you office job? erenβs got it! need groceries delivered to your house? eren immediately does it! need a pretty long curved dick to ride? call eren! βp-pleaseβ he whimpered, brown hair messy all over your pillow. his large hands palmed your tits, tears forming at his waterline from how tight you were. rolling your eyes, you hands pressed onto his chest, your ass boncing against him, the claps and your wetness loud.
βfuckkkβ eren whined, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, thumbs rubbing over your brown pebble. his cock jerked; pre cum oozing into your tight walls. making you moan cleaning around him. βsuch a good boy papaβ you cooed moving down to kiss his neck. your bounces slowed, your hips rotated pushing him deeper making you both moan together. you rose back up, your hand wrapping around his neck, eyes connecting while you continued to rotate your hips spelling out your name on his cock. your pussy pulsated, a shiver crawling up your spine. you threw your head back letting out a long moan, that eren reward with a slap to your ass. βlove youβ he whispered still looking up at you. he began to take control, bringing your body to him, your nipples touching along with your foreheads.
eren planted his feet into your bed, spreading your cheeks and fucking up into you hard. βlove youβ he repeated over and over. his balls slapped against your skin, clit rubbing against pelvis. you breathed together, your ears ringing with his words of βi love youβ echoing out in your brain. you squeezed him tight creaming so hard that you lost your breath. your hands gripping the pillow tight a silent scream that left nothing but a aching throat and shaking body. βthatβs it-shitβ eren muttered, his hips stilling as he let every drop filled you with the intentions of keeping your forever. no matter how much you claimed to hate the younger boy, you would never get rid of him.
Stepping into Erenβs room always felt like a sensory overload: Metallica, KISS and whatever other posters of bands on his walls, some mixtape of his playing loud as hell and the smell of Marlboro smoke hanging thick in the dark room.
βUghβopen the fucking window or somethingβ you dramatically coughed, swatting the air with your hand and praying the smoke wouldnβt stick to your new pink jaded London set.
Eren yanked out his earphones and set his drum sticks aside, a devilish grin spreading across his face, his lip ring glinted when he smirked, the one on his eyebrow twitching just slightly.βMsorry pretty princess, didnβt know you were comingβ he reached forward and grabbed your thighs, pulling you in closer.
You scuffed βDidnβt see you in class todayβ¦β
βAww, missed me, pretty girl?β His eyes practically sparkled as he tugged at your thighs, forcing you to straddle him.
βShut up, loserβ you face palmed him, falling backward onto the bed. Eren ended up on his back, sprawled across the mattress, and you landed chest to chest on top of him. He grinned up at you, clearly enjoying the closeness, his thumbs rubbing lazy circles against your thighs like he wasnβt in any rush to move.
This was only the third time you and Eren had been alone together. You never even acknowledged him in public hell, youβd laughed about him with your friends before, in his face. The tattoos, the chipped black nail polish, the eyeliner, the rings, the spiked pants, he was everything you swore youβd never touch.
But he liked that. Liked how you pretended you didnβt see him in the halls, then ended up here, melting against him like this. Because when it was just you and him, all that βtoo good for himβ attitude didnβt mean much.
βYou so pretty, babyβ Eren smiled, wrapping his cybersigil-style tattooed arms around you, thrusting his hips forward βfuck, just looking at you got me hardβ he grinned, watching you hold back your whimpers. Eren gently wrapped his hands around your neck, pulling you down to kiss you. You moaned as his tongue slipped past your lips, twirling with yours as his hips kept thrusting upwards, his clothed hard on rubbing up against your clit.
βMmfuckβ¦β you couldnβt help but audibly moan when he started going faster, grabbing your ass, cold silver rings sending shivers up your spine βHaaa-Ren!β You cried out, rocking your hips back and forth.
βFeels good, baby?β He chuckles, watching the girl who used to make fun of him with her girlfriends aka his crush since forever , griding her pussy on his cock trying to reach her high βHm, pretty girl gon get her new cute clothes dirtyβ the boy teased, a breathy moan escaping when you purposely rocked your hips harder
βUghhβI told you to keep quietβ you covered his mouth with your freshly manicured hands. You could feel that annoying smirk agains the palm of your hand. You stared down at the boy as you rode him, moving your hips faster and faster, enjoying the needy look in Erenβs eyes as he tried to desperately slow you down but it was too late. You watched his eyes roll back, feeling the growing wet spot of his cum agains your clit βEw..so embarrassingβ you got off him and grabbed your little vintage Dior bag.
Eren sat up, still a little dazed, his grin lazy and crooked βGonna see you at my concert tonight?β he asked, tilting his head, lip ring catching the light.
You paused at the door, adjusting your bag without looking at him.βMaybe,β you said, voice flat but eyes giving you away for half a second.
He watched you walk out, still smiling to himself, the room smelling like smoke and your perfume long after you were gone. Fuck, he was absolutely and ridiculously obsessed with you.
β ΛΛ- prompt: wise likes you, and just about everyone on sixth street knows.
β ΛΛ- wise x gn!reader
β ΛΛ- wc: 1.3k
β ΛΛ- warnings: slightly ooc wise idk im still lvl 26 okay
β ΛΛ- a/n: thanks you stellaronhvnters for plaguing my mind w wise. anywho this my mini break from the series LMAO wise. i love you king.
Wise can hardly focus, and for once, it isnβt because of you.
Not that he minds being distracted by you - quite the opposite. He could spend hours just watching you talk and getting lost in your eyes, occasionally nodding or agreeing with whatever you were talking about the day. He liked hearing your voice; it was soothing like a cool river, especially after a grueling day.
But this time, itβs him whoβs being stared at, and to his disappointment, the one burning holes into him isnβt you (although he severely doubts he could handle it if it were to be you).
No, instead, General Chop stares at him from the corner of his eye as he prepares other customersβ orders, a hint of knowing in his usual smile. Wise can see the excitement in the chefβs eyes, and it doesnβt take a genius to know why.
βWise?β
He seizes up, bumping his chopsticks. Heβs quick to fix himself as you shoot him a nervous, but questioning smile.
βSorry, you were saying?β he says smoothly (at least he hopes itβs smooth, he still doesnβt know how to talk to pretty people), eager to move past his minor mishap.
βOh, itβs nothing,β you laugh. βI was just saying that you have a little something on your face.β
Wise feels his cheeks warm. βOh, really? Thanks for telling me.β
He moves to grab some napkins, but you beat him to it. Wise swears something in him malfunctions when he turns and suddenly youβre all too close to him, your hand reached out to clean up his face.
βWha- Wait, whatβre you-β he sputters, nearly falling off his stool as he lurches back.
βHey, stand still,β you scold, your slight annoyance only serving to speed up his heart rate because who in the world said it was okay for you to be this cute.
At this point, he wouldnβt be surprised if steam was coming from his head, with how fuzzy his mind feels. He canβt think, canβt breathe, canβt do anything but just sit there, dazed as you dab obliviously at the corner of his lip.
As you pull away, he lets out a breath he didnβt know he was holding, mentally thanking whatever deities reigned above that he hadnβt fainted on the spot. That wouldβve been embarrassing; Belle would never let him live it down.
His face feels cooler - hopefully it isnβt so red anymore. By the time heβs able to think coherently again, youβve started chatting again. Wise nods along (he has no idea what youβre talking about), and goes to slurp up some of his noodles when he sees General Chop again.
The chef, obviously holding back a cackle, grins encouragingly at him and flashes him a thumbs up in support. Wise internally groans. Would it be a bad idea if he drowned himself in his noodles right now?
And this isnβt the first time either - Wise is pretty sure the entirety of Sixth Street is aware of hisβ¦ ugh, crush on you (saying it out loud both hurts him and makes him feel warm inside. Which is a terrible feeling. He wants to throw up).
Wise hadnβt questioned it at first, since it was normal for shops to occasionally hold discounts like these to attract more customers. Even he was guilty of it, being a business co-owner himself.
But then you had to call him out in the line, excitedly waving him over as you were at the cashier ordering. Tin Man was behind you, a smile in his eyes that Wise wasnβt sure he liked, but he begrudgingly made his way over.
He still remembers the way your eyes sparkled as you explained the discount to him. They reminded him of the stars heβd see at twilight, when he couldnβt sleep and would climb to the roof just to watch New Eriduβs nightlife.
Naturally, he had accepted your offer of buying him a free drink (no one refuses free food), but he quickly learned to regret it when he saw the mischievous gleam in Tin Manβs artificial eyes.
He still gets flustered thinking of it now - the heart-shaped whipped cream and the whisper of βgood luckβ haunts him, especially when he thinks about how confused you were at the impromptu decoration.
The amount of times heβs caught his neighbors playing matchmaker, he canβt count on both hands - and thatβs not including what Belle has tried. Itβd be funny if it wasnβt also incredibly humiliating.
βMaster, if you were planning on drifting off, perhaps you shouldβve stayed home to take a nap.β
Wise sighs. βBe quiet, Fairy. Iβm in public.β
βWhat?β you blink. Wise blinks back before realizing heβd been a little too loud.
βSorry, I was talking to myself,β he chuckles awkwardly, hands fiddling with each other - itβs a nervous habit of his. You smile understandingly.
βNo, itβs okay,β you say, pushing your bowl towards General Chop to signify you were done with it. βYouβve been out of it today, Wise. Something on your mind?β
You, Wise wants to say, but he doesnβt feel like embarrassing himself further. βI guess Iβm just tired. Long day today.β
βI can tell,β you laugh, the sound music to his ears. You hop off the stool after sliding your share of the payment to General Chop. βCome on, Iβll walk you home. You look like youβre about to fall asleep.β
Wiseβs heart does a little tap dance at your offer, but he manages to keep his cool. He hastily pays General Chop before eagerly joining you in your short walk to Random Play.
βBro!β Belle greets him enthusiastically as he opens the door. Her eyes light up when she sees you, and she raises her eyebrows suggestively at her brother. Wise shoots her a glare when you arenβt looking. β[Name], too? How was your da- mmghhifjk-β
Wise smiles innocently as he slaps a hand over Belleβs mouth. You canβt help but laugh at the two, and Wise admires the crinkle the corners of your eyes.
βIgnore her,β he says nonchalantly, wrinkling his nose as Belle licks his hand like the little rat she is. βDo you want to come in, orβ¦?β
βNo, I shouldnβt.β You wave your hands bashfully. βItβs getting late, so I should be getting back home.β
Wise nods in understanding. Belle pries herself free and he wipes his spit-covered hand on her sleeve, ignoring her sputters and protests (she chose this path. She will reap its consequences).
βWell, I guess this is goodbye.β
You nod, shifting your feet. βI guess it is.β
Wiseβs brows furrow at your behavior - whatβs on your mind. But thankfully, he doesnβt have to wait long before his inquiry is answered.
You take a step forward, and Wise feels your arms loop around him in a tight hug. Suddenly, his senses are elevated, and itβs almost as if everything is enhanced tenfold. He can feel your heartbeat against his chest, the soft sound of your breath, your hair tickling his face and the heat that radiates off of your body against him.
βI really enjoyed today,β you say, stepping back with a smile that could rival an angelβs. βThanks for hanging out with me.β
Wise tries to formulate a response, but all that comes out is a squeak like a dying balloon. God, if his face was red before, it must be flaming now. You giggle at his response, before you wave both him and Belle goodbye and leave for your home.
It takes a good five minutes before he can speak again.
βHey sis?β
Belle sounds as shocked as him. βYeah?β
βI think Iβm going to faint.β
He hears his sister sigh.
βWise, youβre helpless, you know that?β she shakes her head exasperatingly. βAnd just when you finally made progress too.β
notes/cw/tw: no warnings! pure fluff and chaos maybe , smau format (twitter) , user @/unanana is reader! , all pictures are taken from pinterest and are not mine! reader is afab/fem presenting or coded
β isagi yoichi
β bachira meguru
β nagi seishiro
β reo mikage
β itoshi sae
β itoshi rin
β shidou ryusei
a/n: had fun making this smau but the layout was HELL, anyways enough with the smaus timw to open thta isagi draft..
taglist: @dontlickmyfeetplz @cosmorainpuddle @owltrace (three of you nowπΉπΉπ₯°ππ½)
