A/n: I'm surprised I finished this within a few days, because my writer's block is BAD.
Synopsis; Wind breaker boys' s/o is the opposite of them<3 pt1
Warnings: mention of virginity and pregnancy+ murder (Suo), a touch of enemies to lovers in Togame's, and mention of rumours in ume's.
Pairings: Suo hayato × reader, Togame Jo × reader, Umemiya hajime × reader, Endo Yamato × reader
Requested by @the-hiragilings !
Suo:
Suo and you are an interesting duo. Suo is calm, attentive, and a little ominous. You are a handful. It's an understatement; you like causing trouble that ranges from playful pranks to setting a bin on fire.
Suo should be disturbed by the majority difference between you two, but, really, he loves it. He likes standing idly by while you tell everyone that you're pregnant (you are a virgin, never even held a man's hand.)
Occasionally, you two like causing itty bitty pranks to the second year's; you placed an air bag on kaji's chair once and it did not end well. Suo's most harmful prank was giving Sakura a sushi bowl that had wasabi in it.
The entirety of the second year's and first year's fear you two as a duo. Suo, strong and admirable; you, chaotic and tiring. The only thing that stops others from kicking you out of Furin is the way Suo looks at you. Besides the fact that he might actually hurt, or kill, them if they did so.
Togame:
Togame is this really chill guy who is basically a snail, while you are the exact equivalent to Turbo the Snail. Not only that, your personalities clash, and not in a good way.
Togame can be described as a quiet and chill man with a bit of a violent side, but only if you cross his boundaries! His teammates sometimes question how he got the secondary job when he's joking about something dumb he did.
"oh, yeah, I accidentally put the milk by my sink and my mug in the fridge!" He laughs. Meanwhile, his friends beside him are questioning his leadership.
You like to run, especially at the expense of competition. The people around you describe you as a competitive person with very obvious anger issues. You aren't much of a joker, you like dark humour more. Togame hates this fact, because how can you laugh at a little kid falling? How can you listen to true crime podcasts and start giggling??
He won't admit it, but he's terrified of you. It's because of your humour, not because of your competitive spirit, like most people are. You dislike his snail-speed because how is he never in a hurry??
Umemiya:
Umemiya is a leader, you are a clumsy. Ume loves growing and tending to plants, while you cannot keep a flower alive for more than a week. The differences are obvious, but he still loves you (despite the rumours spreading around town.)
People judge you wherever you go. You could be standing next to Umemiya and the townsfolk will judge. He tells you not to listen to them and just turn the other way, but it's hard when some of Bofurin even judge.
Still, Umemiya doesn't judge you for anything. He doesn't judge when you accidentally kill his tomatoes, he didn't judge when you accidentally flipped off a stranger (out of habit) and he certainly didn't judge when you told him to 'fuck off' when you two first met.
Endo:
The relationship between you two is so weird. Strange is an understatement. Whenever bystanders see you two together there are, at least, two thinking "how the hell did they get together?"
Endo is obviously a troublemaker. He got kicked out of Furin because of his difference in opinions, and is infamous for fighting all over makochi. Makochi is a town filled with old people and middle-aged men and women, so his tattoos are very much judged.
You are a person who likes feminine things; you love shopping for dresses and off-shoulder outfits. You are known for helping around; the granny that lost her cat for the third time this week? Already found! Kotoha, who needs help buying groceries for her café? Already on the way!
No one knows how you two met, or how you even got together. It will always remain a mystery.
cw~ pre-character development arc chika, established relationship with chika, endo & reader are pining, intended poly!endochika x reader
takiishi chika would never hurt you on purpose, because he knows that isn't the way you treat a lover. he knows that his partner should feel content, safe when he's around, so he holds you like a prized treasure, caresses you like a rare artifact meant to be preserved within a glass case - just the way he likes.
you've seen the way he maneuvers himself in fights, witnessed first-hand how his explosive temper escalates as you treat endo's injuries like its your daily routine. you've even felt it during nights spent tangled in each other's limbs - the way the scabs on his knuckles reveal its history of violence, yet chika is somehow extremely gentle with you. there has not been a single scar or bruise inflicted on your skin, but the scars he'd left on your heart cut too deep to ever recover.
you're always left wondering how chika could be so careless with your feelings, like whenever he'd leave mid-conversation because what you were talking about bored him, or when the tiniest disagreement would have you walking back to your shared home in the pouring rain. that of which moments later, endo would come to pick you up, claiming it was chika that'd sent him. no matter if endo was trying to cheer you up, you still couldn't help but feel warm in your chest despite being drenched from the downpour.
the door to your shared home clicks open and a fresh-out-the-shower chika passes by the doorway, his dripping wet hair leaving a trail of water in his path from the bathroom. your body gravitates towards him instinctively like metal to a magnet with the intent to embrace him, a ploy to make yourself known in his world that you've utilised one too many times. you hurriedly kick off your shoes to greet chika, only to be dismissed with a cold glance from your lover, which successfully stops you dead in your tracks.
you think that glare bruises darker than any punch ever landed on chika's opponents, because the chika you love rarely ever looks you in the eye. not when you speak, not even when you make love. he'd always be staring at other parts of you, not to insinuate anything explicit, just that sometimes you doubt he even views you as an individual, that it feels like you're just a mere accessory. but the few times when he does meet your gaze, its like he finds something new about you that makes his heart throb so much he refuses to look away, and you give your battered heart up for him to treasure once more.
but that isn't the case this time. immediately you start thinking of ways to make up for your mistakes, already too absorbed in your mindspace that the resounding slap chika had given endo who was trying to dry his hair with the towel loosely hung from chika's neck shook you harshly back to reality.
"who told you to go out again? you don't need to do unnecessary things that'll only inconvenience you."
"sorry~! ahaha! geez.. speak for yourself chika~"
blood was dripping from endo's nostrils and his right cheek was swollen but a little pain never bothered him as endo focuses on getting chika's hair dry lest he catches a cold. chika doesn't make a fuss this time, having already released his earlier frustration and moves to lounge on the couch, with endo of course still following him.
it doesn't take long before chika was out cold on the sofa, presumably tuckered out from all the shopping moments ago. the towel now damp from chika's hair is discarded on a nearby chair left to dry by endo, who finally winces from the sting of his face. and you? already waving him over by your side with a cold compress in hand like your body moved on autopilot the minute you smelled that faint familiar iron scent.
you settle endo down on the opposite side of the sofa to clean away the messy blood on his face and hold the cold compress against the swelling of his cheek. usually you'd be concerned while treating their injuries but endo must've noticed your rather blank expression this time around as the typical "does it hurt?" phrase came out from his mouth instead.
that got you blinking out of your stupor, eyes coming into focus with endo's knowing smirk. you could only mirror him, croaking out a defeated 'yeah'. its a no-brainer that endo is the only one who understands you, he's no stranger to the same burning sensation you feel in your chest.
you both just seem to agree that chika's attention is a toxin too sweet to pass up.
you suppose that's one of the reasons he's always cozying up to you to an extent you're sure crosses the boundaries of 'just friends'. you let him take the reigns most of the time, resisting would only make things more complicated. you won't admit it but, you crave the intimacy just as much as he does. that's when endo takes the compress in your hands away, but not without filling the vacant space by intertwining his fingers with yours, and sets it down somewhere else before pulling you down onto the sofa with him.
you let him handle your body like a ragdoll until you're straddling his thighs with your arms around his neck with your foreheads coming into contact. "yamato, it's unbearable- suffocating.", you whisper like you're scared to admit it.
"i get ya darling, but he really does care about you, you understand that right?", you nod absentmindedly as if hypnotised by the tune of his voice. "you pissed him off so he's gotta punish you, that's just how merciless he is, i'm sure you know." you continue to stare at him wordlessly, which gets him wondering if you really took all his words to heart.
"sigh.. you got off easy with such a light punishment. c'mon, chin up.", he finishes by hooking his index finger under your chin and tilting your head up gently, endo doesn't even try to hide how his eyes are now fixated on your lips.
"awhh.. still heartbroken, babydoll? i'm always here to make it up to you, you know?"
his eyes zero in on his target, as he leans in for a kiss, only to be met with your unresponsive ones. he hums, dejection apparent in his tone, followed by a harsh, forced chuckle. "..you're killing me here."
you mull over endo's indirect confession before bending down to embrace endo properly, head nuzzling his shoulder to hide your face. "we'll just both end up dead that way. you know it." your gaze moves to land on chika at the edge of the couch, comfortably napping. you chuckle wryly to yourself mentally, your hands itching to cradle him, which you end up subconsciously squeezing endo a bit tighter to feed the illusion, as if knowing he slept well because of your presence would make you forgive all his cruelty. as if that isn't what happens every night, but you choose to stay oblivious.
then the next morning rolls around and you wake up after two kisses. one from endo that serves as both a wake-up call and an 'example' for how couples act to chika, and another one that chika replicates on the same cheek. and you don't miss a beat to kiss him back. this back-and-forth dynamic prolongs all throughout your relationship, and chika thinks this is enough love to keep you by his side, yet you love him too much to ask for change.
authors note: This is an episode of my new series about underrated men in anime. I'm having so much fun writing this. If you have any suggestions, feel free to write to me.
Y/n = your name// L/n = Last name// not proof read// GIF not mine // Have fun <3
pairing: Yamamoto Endo x fem!reader
summary: Student Council President Reader, admired and feared for her authority, confronts troublemaker Yamamoto Endo to stop fights at school, sparking his fascination and admiration. After a daring rescue and display of her fighting skills, Endo confesses his love, leading to their first passionate kiss and the beginning of a fiery, slow-burn romance.
genre: Somehwere between Action-Romance and a high-school drama I guess??
The bell rang, echoing through the hallways of your school, but it barely registered in your mind. You were busy, as always, overseeing the flow of students, ensuring order, and maintaining the iron grip that had earned you both admiration and fear. As student council president, chaos was not something you tolerated—not even whispers of fights in the shadows of the school grounds.
So when you heard murmurs about Endo Yamamoto and his gang, the infamous troublemakers, you couldn’t ignore it.
They were loud, reckless, and a problem. And you… you were the solution.
The confrontation was inevitable. You found him leaning against a stairwell railing, casual as if the rules didn’t exist for him. His smirk vanished when his eyes met yours.
“You’re the student council president,” he said, voice amused. “The one everyone calls a tyrant?”
“Yes,” you said, stepping forward, heels clicking against the concrete. “And I’ve heard about your fights. Stop. Or I’ll make sure you regret it.”
Endo’s eyes widened slightly—not at your threat, but at you. You were… breathtaking. Beautiful, commanding, untouchable. And yet, here you were, speaking to him as if he mattered.
“You’re… intense,” he murmured, a hint of awe in his tone.
“I do my job,” you said flatly. “And I’m very good at it.”
The way you spoke, the way you carried yourself—it was intoxicating. Dangerous, lethal, and completely out of his league.
After that day, everything changed for Endo.
He watched you from afar, captivated by the way you walked, the way your words cut through nonsense like a blade. You were admired, feared, untouchable… and he wanted to be worthy.
It was twisted, yes. But Endo’s idea of improvement was simple: he would become someone strong enough, sharp enough, and disciplined enough to stand in your presence without trembling.
He trained harder. Fought smarter. Even when no one else noticed, every move he made, every small step toward control and strength, was for you.
And you? You didn’t know. You just knew that the fights stopped. The school was quieter, safer. And occasionally, when Endo met your eyes in the hallway, there was a spark of… respect. Admiration. Something unspoken, something dangerous.
Because to him, you were no ordinary student council president. You were a goddess: untouchable, admired, powerful, and lethal. And he would do whatever it took—even twist his own nature—to be worthy of standing by your side.
___ _ _ _
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the school courtyard as you walked through, clipboard in hand, making sure everything ran smoothly. The students were mostly orderly—thanks to your reputation—but your ears picked up faint noises, irregular and faint, that pulled your attention toward the park behind the school.
Curiosity piqued, you stepped lightly through the trees, careful to keep your presence hidden. That’s when you saw him: Yamamoto Endo.
He wasn’t just slouching or leaning against a wall like he usually did—no, he was practicing. Fist strikes, footwork, movement precise but rough, a shadow of discipline in his wild energy. Sweat glinted on his brow, his brow furrowed in concentration.
You paused, arms crossed. He hadn’t noticed you yet. “So this is how the infamous troublemaker trains,” you murmured under your breath, a mixture of amusement and scrutiny.
Endo caught your voice immediately, spinning on his heel with a smirk. “Huh. The Student Council President. Watching me, huh? Don’t tell me you’re here to scold me.”
“Scold?” you raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. “I’m just… curious. Seeing if you actually have the skills to match your reputation.”
He tilted his head, amused. “Skills? You think you can judge me?”
“Maybe I can,” you said, walking closer, observing his stance. “You’ve got potential… but sloppy. Let me guess: you’ve been distracted a lot lately?”
Endo’s smirk faltered for a fraction of a second. Then, he laughed—a deep, rough sound. “You’re bold. I like that. Most people either fear me or ignore me. You… watch me and call me out?”
“Someone has to make sure you don’t get hurt—or hurt others,” you said simply, your gaze steady and unflinching.
The tension between you was immediate, thick, and electric. He leaned closer, just enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him. “And you think someone like you could keep up with someone like me?”
You shrugged, letting a faint smile play on your lips. “I’ve dealt with troublemakers before.”
Endo’s smirk returned, sharper this time, with a glint of admiration.
The real test came that evening.
He had gone to the park to blow off steam after practice, basketball in hand. You hadn’t intended to follow him—but when you heard voices shouting his name, curiosity turned into instinct.
Endo dribbled across the court, focused entirely on his shot, unaware of the gang member who had crept up behind him.
Before he could react, you were there. In a blur of motion, your stance low, movements precise and sharp, you intercepted the attack, throwing him off balance just enough to give Endo the chance to react.
The fight was short but fierce. Every strike and block showcased skill, grace, and deadly efficiency. Endo’s eyes widened, jaw slack as he realized the reality before him: the refined, seemingly untouchable student council president—his “goddess”—could fight.
“Holy… crap,” he muttered under his breath once the assailant fled.
You dusted yourself off, letting your gaze fall on him. “You really should pay more attention, Endo. Basketball is important, but so is awareness.”
Endo was speechless for a moment, admiration and disbelief warring in his expression. Then, in that rough-around-the-edges way he had, he grinned. “You’re… amazing. And scary. I can’t believe you just… jumped in like that. For me?”
You raised an eyebrow, amused. “For you? I don’t fight for anyone, Endo Yamamoto. But sometimes… people deserve a little help.”
He stepped closer, smirk softening into something almost teasing. “Well, looks like I need to train even harder… for you. Can’t have you thinking I’m weak.”
You laughed, a soft, melodic sound that made his chest tighten. “You’re already trying too hard, I think.”
Endo’s grin turned into a challenging glint in his eye. “Then maybe I need someone to… push me further.”
The air between you was charged—tension, attraction, admiration, and unspoken curiosity intertwining. He moved closer, brushing against you intentionally, just enough to send sparks through your nerves. You didn’t step back.
“You’re… out of my league,” he muttered, almost to himself. “But I’m going to catch up.”
“You’re welcome to try,” you said lightly, a teasing smile tugging at your lips, knowing full well he would.
And just like that, the dynamic shifted. Crushes had begun, respect had deepened, and the rough, untamed boy and the iron-fisted president had sparked something neither expected—but both would chase, in their own twisted, intense way.
___ _ _ _
The school felt different after the park incident. You walked the halls with the same iron-fisted authority as always, clipboard in hand, but now there was an undercurrent of electricity in the air—an unspoken challenge that followed you everywhere.
Endo, of course, noticed. He lingered in doorways, slouched against lockers, pretending to ignore you while his eyes followed your every move. Each time your gaze met his, he’d tilt his head, smirk, and quickly look away—though not before letting the faintest glint of mischief show.
“Y/n,” he drawled one morning, stepping deliberately onto your path in the hallway, basketball tucked under one arm. “You’ve been… busy, huh? Making sure everyone’s in line?”
You raised an eyebrow, clipboard clutched tightly. “I see trouble when I hear it. And lately, trouble seems to follow you.”
He laughed, low and teasing. “Oh? And now the mighty president has taken an interest in little old me?”
“You’re not ‘little’ in troublemaking,” you countered, voice steady, but your pulse betrayed you. “I need to know you’re… trying.”
Endo’s grin widened, and he leaned casually against the wall, brushing his shoulder against yours,“Trying? You want me to try for you?”
You felt a jolt at the closeness but didn’t step back. “If you want to be taken seriously… maybe.”
He chuckled, eyes gleaming,“Taken seriously by you… that’s worth it.”
The following days, Endo made subtle changes—pushing himself in class, paying attention during gym, and even practicing basketball with more focus than usual. It wasn’t lost on you.
“You’re… improving,” you said one afternoon as you passed him near the gym.
Endo smirked, hands on his hips, chest slightly puffed out. “For you? Maybe. Can’t let you think I’m just some wild troublemaker.”
You rolled your eyes, but a faint smile tugged at your lips. “You’re still reckless. But… I’ll admit, you’ve got potential.”
“Potential,” he repeated, moving a step closer, tone rough but intimate. “Do I get to show it to you personally?”
Your heart skipped, and though you kept your expression neutral, you felt the pull—an unspoken connection forming between authority and defiance, admiration and attraction.
Then came the incident in the courtyard: A group of upperclassmen, jealous of your reputation and Endo’s notoriety, decided to test him in front of everyone. Endo, distracted by his attention toward you, miscalculated. Before he could react, a shove sent him stumbling. Without hesitation, you were there. Your stance was firm, controlled, and lethal. You intercepted the upperclassmen, deflecting and countering with precision. Endo’s eyes widened as he realized: the refined, untouchable president—the goddess everyone feared—could fight just as fiercely as he could, if not more.
“You’re… incredible,” he breathed, voice husky with awe, as the others retreated.
“Focus,” you said lightly, brushing dust from your sleeve. “You need to watch where you’re going.”
He stepped closer, smirk returning, but it carried a dangerous edge now. “I’m focused now. On you.”
You froze for a heartbeat, then smiled faintly. “Careful. That’s… dangerous territory.”
Endo leaned in, lowering his voice so only you could hear, “The most dangerous places are the ones worth going.”
Your cheeks warmed, and for the first time, the iron-fisted president felt a flicker of vulnerability. And Endo? He realized just how far he was willing to go—to train, to push, to grow—for someone like you.
Your school days continued, a blend of power plays, mutual admiration, and increasingly flirtatious exchanges. Each glance, each brush of a hand, each teasing word built layers of tension—romantic, dangerous, and undeniably electric. Crushes were forming, and neither of them could deny it.
___ _ _ _
The sun was dipping low behind the school, painting the courtyard in streaks of gold and orange. You had stayed late, making sure the last stragglers cleared out, your iron-fisted authority still intact. But your thoughts weren’t on the students. They were on him—Endo—how he’d been following your every move these past days, improving himself in ways that no one else noticed, all while keeping that effortless, teasing charm.
You found him leaning against the basketball court fence, ball in hand, smirk in place, eyes locking onto yours the moment he saw you.
“Y/N,” he called, voice low but carrying that rough, magnetic edge. “Glad you stayed.”
“Why are you here?” you asked, folding your arms, trying to maintain composure, though your heartbeat betrayed you.
He tossed the ball lightly in one hand, catching it with ease. “Watching you, of course. You’ve been all over me lately. Can’t help but make sure you don’t get bored.”
“Bored?” you echoed, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t get bored.”
“Yeah?” He stepped closer, closer than usual, and your pulse jumped. “Then maybe I’ll make it interesting.”
You felt a shiver run down your spine, both from anticipation and something… unspoken in his tone.
The moment came suddenly. A rival gang member from the area had been shadowing him, and as he went to practice a shot, the thug lunged, knife in hand.
Endo froze—distracted by you—just long enough to give the assailant an advantage. Without hesitation, you stepped forward.
Your stance was perfect, fluid and lethal. With precise movements, you disarmed the attacker, sending him sprawling to the ground. Endo’s eyes widened as he watched: the poised, refined president—feared, admired, untouchable—could fight like a warrior.
“You’re…” he breathed, voice husky with awe and something else he hadn’t felt before. “You’re incredible.”
“I told you to focus,” you said lightly, brushing your hands on your skirt, though your pulse raced from the close call.
He stepped closer, ignoring the fallen thug, his gaze fixed on you like you were the only person in the world. “No… not just that. You’re perfect. Smart, fearless, gorgeous… and you fight for people. For me.”
Your cheeks warmed, but before you could respond, he closed the distance, pressing his lips against yours. The kiss was rough, demanding, and shocking—startling enough that you froze for a heartbeat. But then warmth, joy, and something deep and thrilling spread through you.
When he pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours, his voice was low, earnest. “You’ve been in my world without even knowing it, Y/N. But I… I want you in it. Fully. Do you want that?”
Your breath caught. “In… your world?”
“Yes,” he said, smirk softening into something almost tender. “I’ve fallen for you. You’re out of my league, yeah… but I don’t care. I want you to be my girl. To be part of everything I am.”
You blinked, heart racing, chest tight, but happiness flooded through you. “Y-Yes… I want that.”
He grinned, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face, his rough exterior melting just enough to show sincerity. “Good. Then let’s start… together.”
The golden light of the sunset wrapped around you both, the courtyard quiet except for the faint breeze, and for the first time, the iron-fisted president and the rough-edged troublemaker found something fragile, beautiful, and dangerously intoxicating—each other.
hi hi!! for your 3k event, could i request endo with oral (or face sitting) and biting? please and thank you
/ MDNI / 18+ / Endo Yamato , aged up / TW/CW: endo x fem!reader, oral -> female receiving, hair tugging, fingering, pwop, overstimulation, biting, lowkey kinda masochists the both of them, cum eating + more / DRABBLE /
3k Event | Master list
Endo can't help himself around you, as much as you wish he could, he absolutely can not. If there's anything he loves to do most, it's marking your pretty little body up, having your neck, collarbone, chest, stomach, thighs, and more covered with small and little bruise marks from the depth of his sucking.
Now, that is something he craves, feeling his teeth sink into your soft skin, relishing in the soft moan that was borderline a yelp of pain is what he needs to hear.
It wasn't long into the relationship between the two of you that you had realised that Endo had been nippy with your skin. Not that you were to complain, because you found that you enjoyed that sharp pain that fluttered through you as his harsh sucks and the laps of his tongue turned into his teeth digging in your plush skin.
You couldn't help but love the quick change from pleasure to pain, then to the soft kisses he would press after.
"Endo," you gasp out breathlessly, your fingers wrapped tightly in his dark brown hair, the teal steaks just peaking through in the dimly lit room.
The gasp of his name only fueled him further in marking your inner thighs, right close to your dripping cunt. His two middle fingers stuffed in your tight walls as he curls his fingers at a terrifying pace that made you moan and gasp helplessly while your back arches.
The heel of your foot digs into Yamato's back, hard, but it only eggs him on further with a deep groan emitting from his mouth against your skin. With one of your legs propped over his shoulder, he leaves him with the perfect angle to indulge in you.
Endo could only dig his teeth in further as you tug painfully at his hair, but oh how he loves it, how you make him feel. His lips latch onto your cilt, teeth grazing your sensitive skin. "Fuck," he mumbles agasint you, licking a stripe up from your stuffed hole before swirling your clit. "Such a slut, you're soaked. I know you love being treated like this."
"Please," you beg, trying to grind your hips closer to his fingers and the heat of his mouth, edging to be closer to him. "I need more, please, Endo."
A deep hum of satisfaction vibrates agasint your swollen clit, a needy, breathless whine leaving your lips. his teeth tug at your nub, and tears escape your eyes from the pain, but the pleasure of his tongue and fingers working in and out of your soaked pussy made you forget the stinging sensation as the could that was tight in your lower abdomen burst, soaking his palm.
"Shit, doll," he groans, taking his fingers from your inside before licking up your juices, an overstimulated moan leaving your lips. "Soaked so much."
"Shut up," you reply breathlessly with a sharp tug at his hair.
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— you bring me closer to god. endo yamato x reader. suggestive. body worship. themes of devotion and light religious symbolism. wc: 727.
it’s in the way yamato can’t help himself when his hand reaches out, fingertips gliding up the soft curve of your spine as you sleep in the sheets. a roadmap he’s memorized a thousand times over.
your body’s natural response is to arch against the touch, goosebumps prickling your skin like a wave of ecstasy. that’s how yamato’s eyes see it, a gentle ruffling of soft down that brings you to heaven. he’d offer you every euphoric touch he can provide, even if it killed him in the end. you’re worth it. you’re everything to yamato.
his body crawls over yours, slowly, tracing every vertebrae with the tip of his nose, heavy breath fanning over the dip between your shoulder blades, a reverent kiss to the back of your neck. like finding the fabled oasis in a desert, you’re like water for his parched soul, his one sustainable life source.
“mm, yamato…” you groan sleepy and quiet into the pillow. you say his name like it was meant to fit your mouth, you carry each syllable better than anyone else. it sounds so pretty off your tired tongue.
you stretch your limbs slowly, wriggling softly over the sheets and yamato coos instantly, an ache in his chest as if he were witnessing an angel rousing from its slumber. it overwhelms him seeing you in such a perfect state of awakening, your fresh eyes finding his own, glinted tourmaline framed by dark curls.
“mornin’, sleepyhead.”
you yawn, and yamato has half a mind to resist the urge to try and climb inside your mouth, just for a glance at your pretty heart. “were you watching me sleep?”
“maybe,” he holds back a giggle, the soft crinkles at the corners of his eyes telling every truth he tries to cover up.
you blink slowly, a sluggish hand reaching out to trace your fingers over his tattoos, and yamato thinks he’s vibrating from the touch, even if it’s light as air. you could dismantle him in less than a second and he wouldn’t so much as be bothered about it. if that’s what you wanted, he’d be happy to give it to you.
“you’re so weird.”
yamato takes it as a compliment, a flush reaching his cheeks, endeared even by your basic recognition. he feels like he’s going to explode.
you bat your wispy lashes, still adjusting to the light, and he watches the way your pupils change in size like he’s watching a chrysalis hatch. a delicate trasformation.
your fingers slide into his roughened curls, and it nearly makes his eyes roll back, a touch that stokes the fire in his gut. he can’t help the moan that slips through his teeth. he turns to kiss the inside of your wrist, trailing his lips over the length of your arm until he reaches the pulse point in your neck, laving his tongue over the artery thats so shallowly protected.
yamato feels immense privilege to be so intimately close to what keeps you alive.
his ears dance to the sound of your breathy moans, a melody pitched so perfectly it makes him want to weep. his head buzzes as your body responds to his affection, blooming like a flower that seeks the sun’s radiance, his lips being graced with the petal-soft feel of your flesh as he feeds you the essence of his worship.
“y-yamato…” there it is again. he sighs into your ribs at the sound of his name, mouth grazing over the softness of your stomach, fingers savoring every inch of your divinity.
“yes, angel?” there’s a quiver in his tone, a lump at the back of his throat, imbued with a flood of emotion at your request for him.
“please.”
it’s all you have to say. yamato feels like he’s floating, an airiness permeating his very soul, a high like no other. he's prepared to do anything and everything for your desires. your wish is his command.
that love that yamato has for you lacks a word in any spoken or written language. the only thing he thinks could come close to equating the feeling lies at his own throat, etched black into his skin. a silent symbolic representation.
his love is forever… lacking beginning or end… infinite.
if you slap endo, he creams his pants. you cannot argue with this man y'all. he is into it. you call him the worst names, throw horrible insults his way and this bitch be out here making those hentai ahegao faces with heart eyes. you can visibly see his cheeks getting redder with each insults. and then you finally slap him lightly as a joke out of frustration, he nuts. his pants go wet and he's shivering. you think he's hurt or maybe you were a little to mean so you start apologizing, but then he just whips his head up and goes "slap me harder, baby. please." and all you can think who the actual fuck did i make my boyfriend?
