perchance Sugimoto (golden kamuy) with a badass reader? they’re very skilled in combat & hunting and barely talks so he thinks they’re the ‘strong and silent’ type…when in reality reader is actually a foreigner and doesn’t speak that much because they’re insecure about their Japanese (like how when you learn a language in school you’re usually taught the most formal version of said language, so reader overthinks which leads to being a silent baddie)
hi hi i hope this is to your liking, anon. i think i could continue it if i wanted to, get all the nuances and little tidbits and whatnot. i feel like i didn't touch too much on the "badass" part but... gonna post this here so you can view on tumblr and ao3 if you'd like. :)
silent foreigner (ao3 link)
sugimoto saichi x gn!foreigner!reader
w/c: 2.3k words
Long ago, you'd learned that silence was your strength on this side of the world. The language you were familiar with was unlike those whom you frequently hovered around—your Japanese was formal, tense, and taught to you over a few brief stents in your educational upbringing. You were no translator, no true ambassador of your own voice. You spoke very rarely, if not ever, here. And for a time, it was necessary.
You were starting to wish you could speak to those around you. You could, if you wished to embarrass yourself over strained vowels and harsh consonants. Words did not formulate as quickly as you wished they would. When you did speak, you had to think beforehand or else you would say the wrong thing, sound wrong, be wrong. And then what? You'd embarrass yourself. You'd stand in front of Sugimoto Saichi and say something so incriminating that he'd never look at you the same again!
Okay. Maybe that was excessive. But the feelings were still there, no matter how much you tried to reason with your raging mind.
The Japanese dictionary you kept in your coat pocket rested near and dear to your heart, for as much as you understood, it agonized you to make a fool of yourself.
The others believed you just couldn't speak.
Much like Vasily, the Russian sniper with a vendetta against Ogata Hyakunosuke who appeared and disappeared as quickly as a flame to a cigarette, your silence was expected. Not one of them had heard you speak, and you made an effort to stay silent near them. Other than a few noises here and there, showing you understood, they knew little about you. They knew your name as you were able to write it out for them in Japanese, but other than that? They did not have much to go on. Your thoughts never stopped running, native language haunting you at every turn. Some dialects were difficult for you to understand, and when Koito became excited, you did have to wait for Tsukishima to explain (and how grateful you were to him—you had yet to voice it, but you hoped your actions proved just how grateful you were to him).
Speaking of gratitude beyond language.
You stood in front of Sugimoto's group, holding five fat ducks by their necks before them (tardy migrators of some sort, to be in the north so late in the season). A clean shot to the head or upper neck took them each out. Five rounds, five ducks.
Asirpa jumped to her feet, smiling up at you. "This is wonderful! We'll eat good tonight!" She glanced back at Sugimoto, who sat by the fire, cleaning his weapons. His dark eyes met with her for but a moment, finding yours soon after. That sullen gaze, the way he seemed to see right through you...
"Do you still have osama?" Asirpa chirped.
Sugimoto sighed but nodded, reaching into his bag and pulling it out for her. "Here."
She excitedly grinned, gaze returning to you once more. You smiled in return, motioning for her to guide you to the campfire within the makeshift tent meant to house you for the night—you did not expect her to take the ducks, and she did not try to. She motioned for you to follow her. You liked the miso, but for the life of you, you could not figure out why Asirpa adamantly referred to it as osama. Perhaps it was a conversation that happened a lifetime before your arrival in their lives. No matter. Her reaction to the ducks warmed you from within. It was easy to please her.
"Shiraishi, Sugimoto, Tsukishima, and Tanigaki-nispa," Asirpa listed off several names, gaining the attention from each of the men. Koito thanked his lucky stars that she did not call on him. "Help them clean the ducks!"
You took the seat beside Sugimoto, listening as the men muttered to one another at their orders. It was not something you needed help with. Your knowledge in hunting and cleaning afterwards was a given, seeing as you did that so often now that you were in Japan. One did not always come into money, and one must always be prepared to kill.
Animals were not your only concern. Not anymore, at least.
Knife held deliberately in hand, you cleaned the duck as quickly and neatly as possible. Tanigaki did the same, going as far as taking Shiraishi's from him so the duck would not look butchered before it even had the chance (though now that you were looking in their direction, they were whispering and then Shiraishi was scrambling to his feet, walking away from the group to a cluster of trees, so that was probably the reason—not to mention it was in the direction of the last town you'd been in). Tsukishima did well enough, silent in his work. Sugimoto did the same, glancing in your direction every now and then.
He caught you looking. Immediately, it made him pause.
"What?" he asked, though he wished to bite his tongue. What. What would you even say? You didn't talk. It was like talking to a wall!
With your knife, you pointed toward a small bit left behind on the duck that Sugimoto missed. He quickly realized your reason for looking. A warmth rose to his cheeks as he finished cleaning the duck, passing it off to Asirpa for her to use. The Immortal Man then turned to you and uttered a small, thanks. You merely smiled in return, once again not trusting your words. If you spoke, your words would be reserved and ceremonious at best.
Was that truly such a bad thing? Sitting in the middle of the forest during a harsh Japanese winter was bad. Sitting beside of Sugimoto Saichi, the man that had caught your interest time and time again, not being able to speak to him though you wished to will yourself in doing so anyway, was bad. The way he always seemed to catch your eye, searching for something more, was bad.
Your insecurity was bad. What a shame you spent so much time on the formal bits instead of the conversational pieces that would truly help you in times like these. What a shame your insecurities kept you from speaking regardless.
Soon enough, the smell of roast duck and root vegetables wafted in the air, an addition to the miso Asirpa took from Sugimoto sitting snuggly within the meal itself. Each bit of food was decadent, delicious, and a reminder that your aim was downright dastardly. Not one man sitting with you wished to be on the receiving end of your meticulous aim.
When the quiet dinner paired with several hinna hinna came in an end, the moon was calling your name.
The same moon you saw back when you lived in your homeland. The very moon you could wax poetic if given the chance.
Despite your exhaustion, you claimed first watch, drawing the short stick between the six adults. You rested your back against a nearby tree, eyeing the others carefully as they settled down for the night through the folds of the makeshift structure keeping wind and snow from beating against them. Sugimoto caught your gaze more than just a few times. Your hand stayed soundly attached to your trusted rifle, body prepared to move into motion if the slightest sound, the slightest sight seemed odd to you.
Your fingers kept track of the numbers you counted; each body laying before you showed with a finger. Asirpa, Sugimoto, Tanigaki, Koito, and Tsukishima. Five. There should be six.
Shiraishi.
Deep in the forest, beyond your line of sight, a crack sounded out—that of a twig, a branch snapping beneath a heavy foot. The others, long since asleep, remained so (so you believed). Your feet moved faster than the rest of your body, hoping to motion. You quickly tread along the forest floor, soft snow shifting under your feet. Rifle lifted, eyes trained on the opening before you, you prepared yourself to shoot—
Your name was called behind you, making you flinch. You peel your eyes from the opening, over your shoulder to see Sugimoto standing there, tired but alert. He heard it, too. Lowering your rifle, only for a moment, your confusion showed on your face. Your lips part, a soft sound escaping quickly devolving into a startled, "Shit," as Shiraishi appeared in your line of sight beside you. Your rifle lifted, but stayed carefully on the flesh of his abdomen that would only harm and not truly maim if your very steady trigger finger decided to take action.
Shiraishi looked at you with wide eyes, Sugimoto's obvious bewilderment dissolving into his words.
"You can speak?!"
Unable to stop the soft groan that left you, you let your rifle drop. Sugimoto came into your line of vision this time, brows furrowed.
"You can speak," he repeated, amazed at the quick development. "What, do you just not—I thought you didn't have a way to—" his words tumbled out, and it seemed his tired mind had yet to catch up to the rest of his very awake person.
You shift uncomfortably before him. You were caught.
"You understand what I'm saying though, yes?"
The nod you gave was more of a mix between yes and no, deliberate in your effort to show that while yes in some instances, sometimes you didn't. You had lived in Japan long enough now, though, you may have been fooling yourself. You understood much of what you used to have issue with.
You knew the language far more than you gave yourself credit for.
"Can you speak Japanese?"
Bottom lip twisting beneath the gentle bite of your teeth, you shrug.
Sugimoto looked at Shiraishi in disbelief. "Did you know this?"
Shiraishi shrugged. "Don't look at me!" he defensively retorted, hands up in mock defense.
"I'll ask again," Sugimoto said, dark eyes locking with yours. "Can you speak to us? In Japanese?"
Your lips parted. The want to answer him became overwhelmingly obvious. You were such a bleeding heart.
"Not well," you said, the very first words of Japanese you ever spoke to either man coming quickly.
In traditional, dramatic fashion, Shiraishi yelped, a hand clamping to his mouth. "You speak Japanese," he said, words muffled behind his palm. "All this time?"
You shrugged. They could make out the answer well enough if they truly wanted it. Sugimoto ran a hand through his wild hair, hat long forgotten behind where he had been asleep. His hands fell to rest on his hips.
His voice was intoxicating—so direct, so enchanting in ways you hoped he would never know had you by the throat.
"All this time," he echoed Shiraishi's sentiment. Sugimoto let out a soft scoff. "I—well, I knew you could understand us, but you—where are you from? Truly?"
Your answer came in your native language, Sugimoto's interest never once waning. In fact, it only seemed to stoke the flames deep within him, a need to know more coming front and center.
"Really?" he asked. "Why—" he looked over his shoulder, wishing for the fire for warmth. He was too invested, though. He looked to you once more. "Why are you here?"
A question without an easy answer. Why were any of you here? You'd claim the gold, but you had no idea it even existed before joining Sugimoto's group. You'd claim interest in the Ainu culture, but that didn't mean you had to follow the "new type of Ainu woman" around Japan just to get a feel of it. Were you running from your past, or was your past following after you, nipping at your heels and tripping you up? How utterly cruel was your reality that you had little to give him in answer. Little of interest, anyway.
For the third time he'd ever heard your true voice, he quickly realized why you did not speak much in Japanese: "I have no answer for you, Sugimoto-san. There are many things that I have come here for."
"Ahhh, so formal," Sugimoto said, immediately grinning. He had no reason to be angry at your lack of conversation these few months—you were embarrassed. He could see it in the way you looked at him, bashful expression slinking in with the inkling of guilt that ate away at you for your silence. He had what he believed to be your deepest secret in his clutches, and he wouldn't ever give it up. "Let's go back. You can keep watch from the tent."
You gave a small nod. Shiraishi was already running, yelping, trying to keep the cold seeping in through his clothing from doing too much damage. He practically dove into the makeshift accommodations, curling up under his blanket by the fire in an instant. Sugimoto walked back with you, loudly yawning as he looked to your rifle.
"Would you have shot him?"
You shook your head.
"Ah, please," Sugimoto said, turning to face you as you stopped in front of the tent. "I don't care how you sound. Speak to me. To all of us."
You frowned at him. All want to speak had dissipated at the mention of us.
"How are you going to learn if you keep avoiding it?"
"Learn what?" you softly asked.
He grinned. "How to speak to us. What better way than learning from the source?" Sugimoto grabbed your arm and forced you into the tent, sitting you before the opening to keep watch until Tanigaki would wake for second watch a few hours later. "Asirpa will be thrilled."
Your eyes widened at the thought. Asirpa. The sweet girl who had your heart in her fist and she hadn't even realized it. A small smile formed on your lips. You gave a small but certain nod, watching as Sugimoto laid back down after stoking the fire and adding wood to keep it going.
This changed everything. Sugimoto would be sure of that.
hear me out: dom male reader x sub ogata hyakunosuke with a belly bulge . maybe a little bit of feminization idk ? ... thats it that's the req 🎀
hyakunosuke ogata, dom male reader
u have a big dick. he yearns for the pain...!/// alot of feminization... maybe. Yes♡♡ fair warning ; ooc, mention of. putting baby in him
he's been so quiet tonight... you should've known, the needy bastard. can't fucking say it outright what he wants, just has to keep you guessing until he's so pent-up he makes it your problem,,, dragging you away into one of the empty rooms of the old man's hideout. ultimately understanding in his frustration. ;;; far too distracted to ask what exactly his problem is with his hand on your belt buckle.
;; until he begs so cutely,,, "you know what i need," he grits out, "i-i don't... i can't wait anymore." never one to Implore unless it's you. utterly malleable like this,,. you take advantage of the fact,, roaming your hands all over his abdomen, pecs ; uniform unbuttoned with his pants quickly discarded. copping a feel, just to draw it out a little longer. ;; no 'please' for you!
ogata writhes underneath your frame, hissing in complaint; cheeks burning red and absolutely burning all over as it pools and aches inbetween his legs. his cock, sprung against his tummy and weeping opalescent,,
"poor little wildcat." humming so gently to the man who least deserves it. gliding the palm of your hand along his boner,,. veiny curved little thing,,, trimmed lil ring of pubes,,, so much smaller than yours. so cute. barely in each others comfort and he's aching for action - !
ogata grunts quietly. jerking his hips into the ease of your hand - pinched annoyance melting into pleasure, a soft moan;; fucking himself on your hand. you watch, amusement dancing in your eyes. fingers curling around his member and lovingly helping him out. fingering him with your spit lubed fingers and relishing in the way he spasms, itching for something thicker;,;
; "bitching all day... being a total mood...! wanted me alone, just for this..." you can't say you're surprised,, depraved freak feeling majorly neglected here;;; but. gotta be quiet... there's unassuming old dudes just next door...!
"turns out miss ogata just needed a dick in her tummy, huh?" nothing he loves more than a firm reprimand of your dick in his ass—but- miss? her? promptly ignoring the way his dick jumps at your tender mutters; he bares his teeth, itching for a spat because in no way is he-
he swallows his thoughts. inner complaints cut off by familiar heat and press of your cockhead; barely teasing the ring of pinched muscle. replacing your fingers,,, teasing his hole as if it were the folds of a cunt. ogata growls, unamused,,, squirming and heaving hotly like he were Truly in heat,,, so close. you keep teasing, and it hurts,,
"can't wait for it?" you coo, fondly smearing cum and spit across his cheek - making sure to cross ur digits across his lips,, slipping in, careful to avoid his teeth as you glide along his inner cheek for him to taste himself. "my poor girl... been feigning for a cock all week, she's cry~i~ng..."
– does he even want to tell you to stop? He doesn't bother. words die in his tongue, cut off by you pushing forward. sucked in his heat,, bullying your way through the constricted nook with every half-assed thrust;;
filling him to the brim with splitting heat he drools a little over ,,, squeezing around you deliberately; rendering you weak, as he grinds himself on your cock. whining at the pressure under his tummy, mewling a little louder when you press over the bulge of your cock peaking out. wah,,, ego booster. to witness the way it renders him weak, clingy of all things. how out of character...!
"y'wanna baby, too? i'll give you one." you promise quietly; more of a joke than anything. the realistic pessimist over here; two men can't make a fucking baby, not between two dicks. oh yeah? wanna fucking bet?
pressing on his tummy gently with your fingertips; knowing just where the tip of your dick ends up - balls deep inside his warmth. he squeezes so good, milking you dry - flexing around your throbbing length,,, make him spit up your cum with how far your dick reaches - pretty,, ogata reaching a state of serenity here!
;; "yeah. pretty... you're really pretty like this." gazing fondly, dazed, at his fucked out yearning expression. a drastic difference compared to the face he puts on around everyone else. this face—grabbing him by the jaw;spitting into his mouth—this whorish little expression is all yours to admire. so fucking dumb from your prick so far up his ass he can't even smack you for getting your spit all over his face; the gloss complimenting his flushed skin,,,
famed sniper... swollen red lips parted, drool dribbling down his chin... half-lidded eyes of the abyss glazed over with unshed tears. a little smile stretching across his lips glossy with your spit. needy, needy
Oneshots of how love and sex works with the three men. The burly gentleman, the young soldier, and the obedient hound.
TW! Mature and Sexual content.
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𝖳𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗄𝗂 𝖦𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗋𝗈𝗎
He’s hairy. That’s the best part. The way his chest is molded like boulders, made you think fate has blessed you, but if it’s also testing your patience. Either way, you’re surprised you haven’t mauled him ever since you laid eyes on his fuzzy chest.
You’re surprised on how gentle he is compared to his masculine visage. The gentle beast. The way his chest bulges every time he buttons his uniform, the way his hair covers him like fur, the way you know his hair grows even between his testicles and rim? You’d want to lick it all, make him wither above you.
His musk…you’d devour his hairy armpits, all marinated in his sweat and musk. They cover his pits like velvet. He’d moan and whimper, and he’ll cum whenever your hands finish milking his thick chode. Your favorite pastime is licking all over his naked form, all while praising him. You like sucking his nipples, but your hands do the job. Sucking on his brown nipples, your left hand tugs his chest hair and gropes his chest, whilst your free hand jerks his red and angry rod.
“ha..ha-ugh! please don’t tug hard—“
“shut up. you like this, don’t you? or should I just milk you dry over and over again?”
“I wouldn’t l-last either w-way ugh!—“
The pain from his hair getting pulled, and the pleasure from your hands is just too much. He whimpers and begs, and you? You enjoy it too much. That picture Sugimoto has of him only in his fundoshi? He has no idea how many times you’ve rubbed yourself over that portrait.
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𝖲𝖺𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗂 𝖲𝗎𝗀𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗈
A soldier at practice, perhaps he’s still got that obedience he had to endure. He observes and listens, that’s the best part. He’s insecure….but so what? He’s average and there’s nothing wrong with that. He listens and takes things at ease, that’s why size doesn’t matter in your case.
He listens to your needs, analyzes what makes your body needy, that’s why size doesn’t matter. What’s the point of riding a stallion if the reins aren’t steady. He takes things slow, he likes to kiss you gently, while his rough hands caress your most erogenous zones. Once he knows you’re enjoying him inside you, once you give him the signal he can go faster, he does. Tsurumi might’ve been his former commander, but he’s truly your dog.
“You’re reacting well, your nipples are so hard. From down here, I can tell you’re feeling good.”
“M-mh, just a bit longer. Put your mouth into it again, please”
“at your command.”
He’s not just obedient, he’s fun. He’ll make sex lighthearted, he’ll tease a bit, make you smile. He makes you feel at ease. It feels a bit more like making love rather than just rutting. He’ll make fun of himself a bit, just to make you less insecure. It feels safe with him. He doesn’t get to do this often.
It’s funny. The first time you did him, he had some rubber in his bag, but the rubber looks old. He confesses, blushing. He asked some from the medics, just haven’t used them…for a few years..maybe even during his enlistment….which was a while ago…..
You laugh, he can be cute at times.
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𝖧𝖺𝗃𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖳𝗌𝗎𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖺
You want for him to give in more, he can tell, you should speak up. But you don’t. It’s like he knows what you’re thinking without any words spoken.
Soldiers say he’s Tsurumi’s dog, you might have to agree. He has self restraint, but at the same point you can tell he holds back so much of his own emotions. You want him to give more, voice it out, he knows you want it. But you don’t tell, you're anxious in wanting to ask him. He doesn’t have to ask what you want, he’ll give in. He’s secretly loving, others don’t see that much. He cares for you, and you feel it. Sex with him is good, it's warm, sincere.
He makes more sounds than he does with his men, you wonder if it's because he feels at ease with you or just his cock doing the work.
Your favorite position is when you’re sitting on his lap, his cock moving slowly in you. You love admiring his body, seeing his expressions. It feels so intimate. The way he holds you in his bulky arms, engulfing your body with his warmth, it feels sensual. You love the way he looks at you, brows furrowing in focus, his eyes slightly hazy from wanting to look at his lover whilst also feeling pleasure from his cock. He’s restraining himself. You’ve never seen him so vulnerable, it shows so much of his inner personality, warm and loving. His stoic exterior is forgotten whenever you end up on his futon.
“You enjoy this position do you? Should I continue? Or should I move?”
“Mhm, Please..stay like this”
“Understood.”
He won’t usually say another word, he doesn’t need to especially when your body reacts so well to him. He’ll move slow and steady, almost calculated. But if you command him to get rougher, he will. He’ll play the pent up soldier, but he’ll never forget to clean you after. He has a system, he’s the best in the division for a reason. Discipline and loyalty.
Divider credit: by aquazero
Note: Tanigaki a hoe so slutty, also I have more of the characters to come dwwwww I just procrastinate too much lolz my bad
Characters include: Tsurumi, Sugimoto, Ogata, Koito, Tsukishima, and Kiroranke
A/n: there’s probably like a billion spelling and grammar mistakes 😢 Also i wish there was more gk x reader fanfiction (you the person reading this should write some 👀)
Tsurumi- He will
-He will peel an orange for you, however you have to make sure no one in the 7th division sees you, his harem might publicly execute you
-If Usami or Koito hears you asking Tsurumi to peel on for you, they might steal the orange from you and then berate you for not being able to do it yourself.
-It’s an odd request to ask your lieutenant to peel orange for you, embarrassing even! But Tsurumi doesn’t care, this will benefit him for his master evil plan
-Half of your orange will be eaten by him as compensation, and he doesn’t remove the stringy parts of the orange
Sugimoto- He will
-Honestly you don’t even have to ask
-He’ll take orange from your palm softly to peel the orange for you, then might say along the lines of, “just ask next time”
-Sugimoto might stop peeling oranges for you if everyone else starts to ask him to peel their oranges ( he’s best orange peeler)
-He’ll leave you most of the orange, except for 1-2 pieces missing. There’s no stringy parts of the orange, which makes it a prefect peeling
Ogata- No
-Unless you beg him to peel it for you
-He can see your nail are trimmed to the base of your finger tips so he feels a little bad, however seeing you beg makes him feel better
-Ogata will show off his orange peeling skills and see if anyone’s impressed (nobody gaf), if you tell him he did a good job he might peel another orange for you (without you begging (maybe))
-He does lose respect for you
-He’s pretty mediocre at peeling oranges, he leaves a lot of white stringy pieces in the orange. Ogata also has a curse orange touch that makes the orange he peels very dry and unflavorful
Kotio- YOU peel the orange for HIM
-It was the last orange and he was eyeball the hell out of the round fruit, but he didn’t want to seem greedy and take the last one
-So when he sees you take his heart aches, but there’s hope as he sees you coming towards him for help. He’ll use his beautiful eyes to persuade you to peel the orange for him instead
-You forgot what you were going to ask him (those eyebrows have you in a trance) so you agree to do so
-your peeling job it pretty bad, you leave many dents in the orange and get juice over you and Koito (very embarrassing). On the upside you have the orange blessing, every orange you peel is super juicy, AND the right amount of sweet and sour flavors
-He won’t ask you to peel another orange
Tsukishima- He can’t peel it either
-He’s in the same boat as you, so he gets his someone else to do the job
-He pretends he can open the orange, he’ll just disappear then magically come back with a peeled orange
-There can’t be two people who peel an orange (he threaten Koito to never tell a soul about his peeling misfortunes)
-Kotio orange peeling skills are pretty mid, the orange is squished and there left many orange strings
Kiroranke- Yes
-Same as Sugimoto, you don’t even have to ask
-He’s the type of person to bite into the orange to peel it off, when you give him a face of shock, he’ll act like it’s normal, “do you want orange peeled or what?”
-He’s the second best peeler, only second because he makes the orange juice fly out on everyone (somehow!?). He’s also taking half of the orange
Hi! Do you have any headcanons for Tsukishima, Ogata, and Usami with a civilian reader? Friendship, romantic-- any is fine.
𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖈 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘
[Tsukishima, Ogata and Usami x civilian reader]
I'VE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE SOME HEADCANONS FOR GOLDEN KAMUY SO BADLY!!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS. Also, I've written the majority of this at like 5am be merciful with me.
(I clearly have a favorite here but hope it doesn't show too much)
𝔘𝔰𝔞𝔪𝔦
So, you know when in war movies there's a bar scene and there's the handsome soldier drinking by the counter? HIM. That's Usami.
Because the scariest thing about Usami is that he can be extremely normal when he's not in totally out of his mind mode. He can switch it off and give you cute smiles and a sugar filled gaze.
He's an extrovert, so it wouldn't be strange for him to be comfortable talking with a civilian.
Nothing comes between him and his undying loyalty for his Lieutenant, but he can make some free time for smooches for the right person.
Noda said a terrifying thing about him is that he's a good partner in bed and let me tell you, he's terrifying even out of bed.
You send him impossibly long letters while you're apart because he's on service? He memories all the words like they're sacred scriptures and knows exactly what he should answer to every single one of your letters.
He really enjoys physical affection but he's also very good with words and makes sure to use it at his advantage.
A cute gesture to get him to give you a pretty smile and get a kiss? Buying him expensive cigarettes.
He doesn't have a lot of expectations though, he's from a farmer family and desires more to find closure with someone rather than a relationship based on money and what someone can and can't buy him.
He's good at keeping his mask around you because you don't put him under pressure. After all, he's not on a secret mission, all he needs to do is not bring up the not feeling guilt after you kill a guy or his peculiar habits of fighting people with sperm.
Extremely well mannered, he's a true gentleman if he wants to act like one and might seem strange but he does have autocontrol, he doesn't get worked up easily when he's in a calm intimate setting.
Have you seen how obsessive he is? Scratch that. Tsurumi is his idol, his god, his mentor and his figure of aspiration.
So he won't be creepily obsessive with you to the point people around you start worrying about your well-being, but he will pay close attention to the things you say and do.
He is going to remember every single thing about you to the point you start questioning if there's something in his brain that just doesn't let him forget stuff, like some weird rare disorder.
Let's be honest; he probably does.
You don't have to remind him anything, he's collecting informations about you like really important data. Less stalker, more detective.
He's overall very easy to talk with, especially because you don't really care about how he fights people and stuff, so his conversations with you are usually very normal and cute.
That man has no shame, he will tell you every single compliments that his little brain births. Hope you aren't shy, because he doesn't care if there are people around.
Overall, he's a great lover under many aspects and the fact you're a civilian wouldn't really get in the way if you're willing to put your energy in the relationship when he has to be alone from you.
When he can be with you, he enjoys walks and to take you on dates. You'll probably have to come up with most places to go to, but he's willing to go with you basically everywhere.
Now, we've to address the elephant in the room, I think that unless you are soon to be married or in a really serious relationship that aspires to it...Usami does not expect you to be loyal to him and he's quite at peace with it. I think that unless it is a serious thing and you both want an exclusive, he views escapades with other people as nothing too important.
Now, if you're in a very serious relationship though... he's jealous, he will give the soulless "I will bathe in your blood" look at whatever person even bumps into you by error, even if you were the one distracted that bumped against the poor person.
He has grown in a very united family, so for him the concepts of just seeing each other and a committed relationship are perfectly defined and he isn't budging.
All being said, he'd be probably the easiest to date out of these threes because he's a lot of pros and the cons can easily be hidden until you bring up the morality of killing.
A film scenario that would suit your couple? You leaning against the wall as he's hoovering over you with his arm just above your head and he gives you a compliment while handling you a nice gift he bought just for you.
𝔗𝔰𝔲𝔨𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔪𝔞
Oh, get ready get ready! Hope this civilian has to offer great therapy.
This man is so unbelievably emotionally unavailable when you first meet him. He's detached and borderline cold because him and luck in love haven't gone hand in hand in the past.
He's really well mannered though, he will always make sure you feel treated with respect around him.
Now, if you manage to finally melt his heart is probably from repetitive acts of service, to a point where he just can't negate his feelings any longer. And it happens like a lightning on a clear blue sky day.
One day you bring him the glove that has fallen from his pocket and suddenly he smiles at you. And you're left standing there not believing your eyes.
He's a really caring partner, he will make sure to have ways for you to know he's thinking of you even if you can't be together for long periods of time.
He knows what he's doing and it's extremely rare of him to show naivety on something.
When he can, he sends you little gifts. But every single time he gets paid, he sends you some money, the quantity depends on your family's richness.
He can't make you swim in gold but he wants you to be comfortable and free from the worry of not having food on your plate at the end of the month.
His letters are usually in formal tone, that's just how he learned to write, but he will add some romantic hints from time to time just to make you blush when reading them.
Be sure he'll give you something to keep with you while he's a way, something you can hold in your palm while thinking of him.
He mostly likes words of affirmation, he let's you do most of the talking but when he talk it's to say something important. He gives a weight to what he says, especially if he's discussing his sentiments for you.
He's not a man to date, he's a man to marry. He'll be the quickest on this list to ask for you hand.
And don't worry about richness or inheritances, because he loves you no matter what and he's ready to work hard to keep both of you in a comfortable lifestyle.
A film scenario that would suit your couple? You two walking on the beach on a cloudy day in the silent comfort of each other, you feels his eyes on you and when you look at his expression you can tell that he finally hit him that he's in love with you.
𝔒𝔤𝔞𝔱𝔞
Oh, Ogata, the dream of many in the reality of none.
Yeah, real talk, getting in a genuine relationship with this man? Be ready because you're in for a wild ride.
I don't think he never talks to civilians, but if you were to come up to him to specifically talk with him, he'd be really confused. Less on why you're approaching a random soldier and more on why you're approaching him in particular.
He's like a stray cat though, bring him to a place to eat something and he's all yours for the entirety of the meal.
Gonna be honest, he probably spends the majority of the time you're around him studying you.
He's just so curious on why you want to be with him and of course on what actually lies under the "because I like you" explanation.
This man has ever had a partner, he has no idea of what he's supposed to do.
You're going out for dinner? He doesn't understand is a date unless you tell him to his face.
Social unawareness personified but make it even worse.
Let him infodumps on you about guns and he'll be attached to your hip for hours.
Overall, you need to be a very specific person to actually be a perfect match with Ogata.
But if you happen to be that person? You got yourself a man for life. He isn't going anywhere.
He slowly get better, with time he finds himself silently enjoying holding hands and caresses, he's a big fan of showing affection through actions and touches. But he's also intimidated by intimacy, so you'll have to walk baby footsteps with him.
Ogata needs to spend a lot of time around someone to get comfortable so in your relationship, you'll hang out everytime he's around and he'll need to be in constant contact with you when he's away.
He may seem a loner, but not in a relationship. He will make you spend a good penny on sending letters.
Overall the key words for a working relationship with Ogata are: baby footsteps and time.
He needs time and you must accept it and really commit yourself to the relationship.
He likes to hunt for you, he'd bring you wild animals you can cook for lunch or dinner. He doesn't even as if you need them, he just does it out of affection...and also to get praised for the good catches.
Invite him to eat what he hunted with you and while you're eating together he may even give you the hint of a smile.
After some time he'll start to get clingy, that's the most fraile point in the relationship. You'll need to really be there for him at that moment because he's trying to actually open up.
But if you do it right, be ready to have him knock on your door almost everyday because he's now addicted to be around you...working hours and permits being on his side.
A film scenario that would suit your couple? You two meet at the same place to eat a snack together in the evening every evening, and you're used to taking his hand first each time. But today he is the one that reaches out to hold your hand.
You are right! so there you go ~2 300 words of slice of life? fluff? idk just Vasily x reader stuff.
Enjoy!
Yet another couple handed the gun back with merry chuckles despite winning the smallest prize. Because that’s what matters during traveling carnivals like this one: to spend time together, to have fun, to win some cheap gift for the person you are fond of.
But some people only had fun when they won.
[Y/N] slammed her money on the table and basically snatched the gun from the game master’s hands. It was lighter than Vasily’s. Not that she would know. For that she would have to touch Vasily’s gun. And Vasily forbade her. So she didn’t. Yeah, she never touched it.
But it doesn’t matter. Did she know how to aim? Of course not. But she watched some good sniper a time or two so she knew the drill. First you have to stand there, looking cute- okay she could skip the cute part. Not many people agreed with her perception of the deadly sniper as cute.
[Y/N] closed her eyes and imagined one of the hunts. Her body mimicked the fluid motion as Vasily braced his rifle on his shoulder and lifted it to aim. People called him an artist because of his drawings. But she could see art in the way he aimed. A well oiled machine, impossible to miss. A breath in, a breath out. Slowly the noise died out and only the steady beating of her heart remained. Her eyes opened and fixed on the glass bottle with the same sharp gaze as his. For a moment she could feel the steady presence of a sniper over her shoulder. He wasn’t there, but the print he left on her soul remained. And suddenly the sky was the limit.
Dark glass shattered in front of her eyes. She wasted no second, the sharp clack of reloading natural like her breath. Aim, trigger, shot. Another one out. Third. Fourth. Fifth. And a dull click of an empty mechanism. Only then reality caught up to her.
[Y/N] lowered the barrel, noise finally reaching her ears. Music, laughter and ovation from the witnesses of her stunt. Now she could understand his fixation. The adrenaline in her blood made her laugh uncontrollably as she clutched onto the empty gun. She snapped out of it only when a beautiful assistant handed her leather straps. [Y/N] took them, gave her borrowed rifle back and looked at the horse at the other end of reins.
A horse. With full tack. So THAT was the main prize?
She slowly met the vendor's eyes and realized the danger looming over her. The game was not to be won. It was carefully rigged to make hitting all five of them impossible. Blind bullets unable to hit all targets. But the bottles were shattered and there were too many witnesses to call it all back. And the vendor knew it. The deadly glare disappeared as a forced smile forced its way on his face. He called for more applause for the skilled lady.
Well, a horse with a full track was not something one might expect to win at a shooting stall worth 5 bullets but it was damn good advertisement wasn’t it? [Y/N] looked at the reins put in her hand and once more at the murderous vendor. The woman was gone before draggers started flying her way.
The festival was left behind as she climbed uphill with her mighty steed. With each step the adrenaline in her veins died out and laughter shook her shoulders. She won a damn horse at the shooting competition.
She stopped under a lone spruce, which soon started to sway. Loose needles fell over her head and suddenly a fine russian hung from the lowest branch before landing nearby. She still was yet to witness the art of him climbing a tree with an ass his size. But it was not the time to watch his acrobatics.
“I won!” [Y/N] proudly presented the newly acquired horse.
Vasily lifted a brow pointing at her. I? His finger jumped between her and himself, reminding that it was pretty much a team work.
[Y/N] wrapped her arms around the animal’s neck. “I money.” I paid. “I bang!” I shot. “I won.” The prize is mine. Okay, maybe he was the one to actually hit the bottles but reins were given to her hand. All the other men were giving their trophies to their girlfriends. And while she couldn't call Vasily her lover she deserved a gift too, didn't she?
Vasily took a good look at the horse she was protecting so fiercely. A gelding with not much thought behind those eyes. A bit underweight and crooked in a few places. With a spotted coat that pretty much suited its ex carnival career. Probably knew some stupid tricks. Overall it was a good deal for those five bullets he wasted but not enough to argue with this woman.
With resignation Vasily pointed back at the festival. It was still early and they had some time to spare before their party departed. But [Y/N] didn’t seem interested in any other games. In fact she dragged him away… As if wanting to disappear? Reluctantly Vasily followed her, leaving any hopes for a date night behind.
***
The merchant was a rough woman who created her empire by herself. Overdue retirement by a great length she would rather die than give a single bite of her business to her ungrateful kids. And yet the very same woman was standing still, with a leftover cigarette between her teeth, as her eyes traced over the drawings left in the dirt.
Merely an hour ago [Y/N] and Vasily were standing in this very spot. It was hard to decipher what they were talking about as he was mute and she attempted to use Russian. The debate was heated, full of huffs, the easiest words possible and drawings and ended in both of them leaving.
An old wagon clacked loudly on the road. “We are done,” reported coachman.
Merchant grabbed her skirt and stepped onto the wagon with the energy of somebody about to see their money. With a content nod she looked at the freshly acquired cargo. Transactions were made, money as well. It was a good day.
“They ain’t back yet,” noticed Coachman. “We out without them?”
That was the usual rule. If a hand strayed off during work, nobody was waiting up. Money was paid at the end of the day and one hand less meant less to pay.
But the glare Merchant gave him suggested this rule did not apply to Vasily. He was weird, suspicious, and a stranger from out of town. But he was doing his work well and there was no sharpshooter like him anywhere around. Not even for twice the money they paid him. And Merchant was more likely to send other hands to look for her guard and his emotional support girl (nobody knew why he brought her with them in the first place), than to depart back without them.
The good thing was, Vasily and [Y/N] were kind enough to appear back soon enough. The newly acquired horse did make a show and other workers gathered to watch Vasily mount it. While everybody watched, waiting for some mean bucks, one person appeared by the wagon.
[Y/N] said not a word but her eyes spoke business. Merchant only exhaled another gust of gray smoke. “Any magic words?”
The young woman didn’t follow, she didn’t even blink at the acid smoke surrounding the whole wagon. Finally she reached into her inner pocket and pulled out a pouch. A magic word in the world of business. Merchant shifted her skirt and revealed a bag hidden under her seat. [Y/N] took it shiftily and checked the inside. She carefully dug under paper filling and pulled out a small jar or two to examine better. Somehow satisfied, she left her pouch in return. The transaction was made without a word.
“Girl got the nerve huh?” hummed Coachman, before taking another breath full of smoke himself.
Merchant only scoffed as she watched [Y/N] return to the crowd and be given her horse back. While it was common to joke about men going to wars for their women, a woman could be just as determined for her man. And this one got some serious attitude since this Russian stayed in their town.
Merchant spent the entire journey watching her constantly vigilant sniper watching for anything that moved in the surrounding mountains. And a town girl stealing a glance at him every other step. Even when they got home after dark, she followed him around, helping to unpack smaller cargo, while men hauled big crates. Until storage was filled and horses were fed, nobody would even see their money.
But it was also too late and too dark for young ladies.
Merchant snatched [Y/N] aside with a firm grip on her arm. “I know how long it takes to get to your home and back. Make him walk you home and if he doesn’t return fast enough, I’m ain’t paying him a yen.” Upon seeing her surprised gaze, she added: “Now.”
[Y/N] didn’t need to be told twice.
***
Their horses cantered calmly down the well known path between fields. The moon provided just enough light to see the edge of the road and made them brave enough for this speed. But it was still semi dark and her horse was new. She was one noise away from being ejected from the saddle like a catapult.
But she was always a bit stupid when with him. So she stood in her stirrups, letting wind comb her hair just because he was by her side.
Vasily almost rode up her doorsteps before turning his horse around. There was some kind of art in the way he balanced in saddle. A fluid connection, a perfect movement. His stallion, a meanie to the society, was a perfect mount when he held the reins. And now they approached her. [Y/N] observed his antics because while she knew he meant no harm, she also knew he could pull a stunt. True enough her leg got squeezed between fluffy sides and for once his stallion didn’t try to bite every other animal around. Either it was Vasily’s skills in controlling it or this horse was a damn good wing man. Vasily ignored her pretentious glare as he rested against the horn of his saddle. His eyes were even brighter in the darkness, his hair ruffled after thier canter and his face was dotted with faint freckless as he got more sun during spring. It was difficult not to look at his lips so [Y/N] focused on counting his eyelashes instead.
“Today happy. Thank you,” she uttered in poor Russian. From this distance she could feel his scoff on her skin. She could also feel his eyes tracing over her features. They could be stupid. They could be so damn stupid and have the best night of their life. But she shoved her bag against his chest with enough force to make his horse step aside. “For you.” [Y/N] pretended not to see his disappointed gaze and glanced towards the town, where workers’ lights could still be seen. She had no idea if Merchant was just trying to scare her or if the old rag would actually cut his pay if he slacked off.
[Y/N] grabbed his hand while he tried to peek at his mysterious gift and intertwined their pinkies. Her lips opened and closed as she searched his face in the darkness. She forgot every word in Russian she knew. So she shook their hands to emphasize the pinky promise. She taught him what it meant, she taught him to promise. “Home. Fast.”
Vasily looked from thier joined hands to her and back. His shoulders slumped in defeat as he nodded his head. Who was he to say no to her?
***
It’s easy to say that both Merchant and her Coachman, and also other hands and probably even the horses were surprised to see Vasily back so fast. The sour shadow on his face stopped each and every possible joke as he helped to finish the work.
Vasily got his damn money and returned to the small room he was given for working around. His rifle and bag was carefully placed down before the rest of his belonging was snached off and thrown whenever. He dragged her with him, he took her to a carnival, he walked her home and nothing. Not even a kiss. For crying out loud was a date night too much to ask for?! It was late, he was tired, that day was a nightmare and- And there was a bag given to him. Vasily stopped aggressively snatching off his clothes and looked at the bag left by the door.
A candle was lit, a place was made and he sat down with his gift. His hands worked slowly and carefully as if he handled something holy. It was quite heavy so it probably wasn’t just some trinket. He opened the main pouch and started pulling out all the newspapers used as filling. From the bottom, one after another were pulled small jars and placed in an even row in front of him. In the side pocket he also found a handful of brushes.
Vasily rested his head on his hand as he looked at the colorful paints in the dim light. Only then a small smile pulled on his scareed cheeks. A joy more suitable to a child on Christmas morning than a man like him.
You and Tamsy were sitting on his bed, soft music playing on his radio as he was laid out on your lap, hair loose and face between your thighs.
You just kept talking about your day and, to be honest, Tamsy lost track of you ages ago, just automatically nodded and hummed to whatever you were saying
Most of the time, you definitely noticed this but still kept going, knowing that he didn't have the heart to tell you to shut up.
But this time, you didn't have a clue and just kept yapping until you finally mentioned his scars through a question you aimed at him
"-And to be honest. I don't even know where you got your scars from, where are they from?"
You asked. only being met with a soft hum from Tamsy. Thats when you knew he wasn't listening. So you stopped talking, waiting till he would notice.
Tamsy looked pretty ridiculous humming and nodding to absolutely nothing. And you were fine leaving him that way. Until you made the spontaneous decision to trace his neck with your finger
His breath hitched as the ghost of your finger trailed down from his jaw to his collarbone. snapping him out of his daze. He took your hand and held it to his lips, pecking your palm.
'What are you doing, dear?"
He asked, in between kissing your palm, still holding onto your hand, the other one nowresting near his cheek and on your thigh,
"I asked you a question."
You answered, his eyebrow raised for a moment before he sat up and faced you.
"Remind me what it was, darling."
Tamsy said, less of a request, more of a demand.
"Where did you get your scars?"
You asked once, again, using your other hand to comb your fingers through his hair seeing the layer of navy blue underneath the platinum blonde locks.
"You're a curious one, arent you?"
He teased, a smirk forming across his face as he pinched your thigh.
"Answer my question..."
You muttered, loud enough for him to hear but quiet enough for him to have to process what you said before his grin widened just a bit more.
"That's for me to know and for you to figure out."
He chuckled, taking your other hand in his and cupping them together, Tamsy now sat up and attentive. His loose hair forming a curtain around the both of you as he leaned his head against your forehead, pecking your nose.
"Doesn't answer my question..."
You answered, your lips slightly pouting in result. He let out another breathy laugh before capturing your lips in a kiss, his hand tilting your face upwards, delving deeper into the kiss.
Your hand snaked around the back of his neck, your bodies pressing against each other as he wraps his arms around your waist.
After breaking off the kiss, the two of you stayed in that position for a minute or two before Tamsy picks you up and places you right on his lap.
"You ask of my scars?"
He questions, now leaning on the headboard, fidgeting with your hair, twirling it round his fingers.
"Mhm..."
You nodded, your finger now at the scar that trailed near his lips.
Unexpectedly, he removed his shirt and you could see the scar trail all the way down to his hip.
"Woah."
You stared at his scars, internally giggling on the inside that his shirt was off for once.
Tamsy waited there, for a reaction from you, internally panicking at the thought of you finding him ugly.
"Uh..."
He tried to break the silence, now starting to get flustered at how intensely you were staring at him.
He took your hand and placed it right above where his heart was. Feeling it beat in a steady rhythm gradually getting 1 or 2 beats faster.
You then snapped out of your lovestruck daze.
"Beautiful..."
You muttered, using your other hand to lightly trace his scars. You could almost feel him melt underneath you, his head tilted back to hide his pink cheeks and hands trembling from how gentle you were being.
"Love..? You good?"
You called out, still tracing, just slower now- which only made him want more.
"Mmmh- y-yeah.."
He managed to get out, swallowing a whimper that tried to escape- only letting out heavy sighs and whatever came out of his mouth against his free will.
"I love you so much..."
He muttered, finally looking up, his ears now bright red.
"I love you more, hun."
You answered before entangling your lips with his.
Submissions are open for requests!
ɞ I can do smut (I think?)
ɞ I can do Genshin, bsd, tbhk, GK, Kny and Saiki K (only Saiki ig- i haven't finished it to do anyone else)
ʚ I will not do smut for minors unless its a timeskip.
ʚ I will not do anything that makes me feel uncomfortable
content warning: reader is referred to as a girl and is female bodied, starts with a messaging format but will change to normal writing, lingerie model!reader, gwanghyun has a succubus kink? (only mentioned), jokes about gwanghyun being a sugar daddy, joking use of 'daddy', pet names for reader (babe, good girl, baby, sweetness), voice kink, guided masturbation, sex toy mention, dirty talk, slight begging, praises
wc: 2.2k
summary: It was hard to be away from Gwanghyun when he was on tour, but at least he's just a message or a phone call away.
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BY READING FURTHER, YOU AGREE THAT YOU ARE AT THE AGE OF 18 OR OLDER
Hyunie <3
god i miss you
i miss your smile and laugh
i miss your body too
being on tour is fun and all but being around the guys 24/7 is a lot
and it doesn’t give me a lot of time to take care of certain problems
You
that started so sweet and then ended there
are you perhaps horny gwanghyun?
Hyunie <3
yes i am
i blame you though
You
me????
what have i done? we’re on two different continents right now, how can i even do anything?
Hyunie <3
i looked at some of the pictures you’ve sent
You
see, i feel like that isn’t my fault
which pictures did you look at?
Hyunie <3
some of the new lingerie you’ve been teasing me with
You
- that i've been asking your opinion about you mean
Hyunie <3
whatever
you know what you’re doing
You
i won’t confirm or deny that
Hyunie <3
that and those pictures you know i love
You
the ones i took in the red light at the shoot?
Hyunie <3
of course
your body looks
so good in that
You
i’m glad i sent that
or else i might’ve never known you liked when i dressed like a succubus
Hyunie <3
it was more about how good your boobs look in it
You
hyunie you were so excited about me being ‘your little demon’
you asked me to STEAL the outfit
you have the money to buy it for me if you really wanted
Hyunie <3
i would if you would just tell me where it’s from
You
you know i can’t reveal that yet
i’d already be in trouble if they knew i’d sent the pics to you
i’m not supposed to reveal anything before it’s officially launched
Hyunie <3
you better let me know the second it drops
You
oh??
you’re gonna treat me hyunie? <33
buy one for me?
Hyunie <3
one or two
or twenty
one in each colour it comes in
You
woahhh
i feel spoiled
Hyunie <3
good cos i like spoiling you
You
do you want some sugar for all that spoil, daddy?
Hyunie <3
only if you don’t call me daddy
You
buzzkill
You were about to type out that you were joking about calling him ‘daddy’, the sentence written out only halfway when your phone buzzes and Gwanghyun’s name pops up with your favourite DKB song playing his verse as your ringtone. You smile and roll over onto your back in your bed as you answer your phone.
“Hey Daddy,” always messing with him, you thanked your lucky stars you weren’t dating a brat tamer. You heard a deep sigh from the other side of the call. “Boner dead, thanks babe.” You could tell he was messing with you but you still felt the need to apologize knowing that he would appreciate the apology, and knowing yourself you knew that you would drag the joke out if you didn’t stop it then. “Sorry, Hyunie.” You dragged out the cute version of his name that you would call him, figuring that it would get you back in his good graces. He loved it when you’d call him ‘hyunie’, even more when you whined it out as he had his way with you. You knew all of that, which is how you snuck back on his good side.
There was a beat of awkward silence before Gwanghyun spoke; “so… what are you wearing?” It was such a cliché line but you couldn’t help but giggle. “What do you want me to be wearing?” It was a good way to be good for him while he was away on tour, also helping him have a say in what you’re doing and have a good image in his head of whatever he’d want on you. “Please wear one of my big band shirts,” he groaned, and you imagined that he’d been thinking about you in one of his shirts for a bit. You held back a chuckle about it and told him to give you a moment, jumping to your feet and skipping over to his side of the closet, shuffling through his t-shirts, finding an old and used AC/CD shirt that he’d had forever. It was comfortable to wear and you thanked him silently, not being super into being put into something scratchy or tight at that time. You quickly pulled off the shirt you had been lounging in and put on the one he had chosen for you, laying back into the bed.
You could hear him grumble. “How long can it take to put on one shirt?” You bit your tongue, wanting to comment about how needy he sounded, but you weren’t much better yourself, having been growing hotter the longer you continued the conversation with Gwanghyun. You got comfortable in bed again and sighed, “it smells like you…” You didn’t know but Gwanghyun’s smile widened, appreciating that you let him know that you missed him just as much as he missed you, even if not in those exact words.
It didn’t take long until Gwanghyun heard a familiar sigh coming from your end, making him smirk. “Good girl, I don’t even have to tell you to start. Is it my voice, baby?” You nodded for a second, forgetting that he couldn’t see your reaction, quickly correcting yourself when you remembered to answer vocally. “Mhmm, I love your voice so much, Hyunie.” You heard a groan from him, telling you that he was also touching himself, the knowledge triggering a shiver running through your entire body. You ran your fingers through your folds, feeling that you were already slick from the short conversation you’d had with your boyfriend.
“Hyu-Hyun, I’m already ready for you.” You let two of your fingers rub a little harder on your clit, the stimulation being a bit too much, pulling a whine from your throat. The low hum coming from Gwanghyun had you bucking into your own hand, dropping the phone that you had been gripping in the hand not being buried in your panties so that it landed beside your head.
“Go ahead, baby, sink your cute fingers inside for me,” a shudder ran through you, and you didn’t waste any time before doing exactly what your boyfriend had told you to do. Sinking two fingers as deep as they could go made you sigh out in relief of having something inside of you. However, the relief only lasted for a few seconds before you wished that you had Gwanghyun’s fingers in you instead. You missed how his were a little bit longer and thicker than yours, and you missed the way the callouses on the tips of his fingers would feel on you and in you, stimulating you in a way that you could never do to yourself. It was just made more apparent how smooth the tips of your fingers were when you curled them, pressing into the spot you knew would feel good, but your body was still longing for the roughness of Gwanghyun. “What’s wrong, sweetness? Tell Hyunie.” You hadn’t realised you were whining out in frustration of not having his fingers in you instead. “Hyunie, I need your fingers, mine are not feeling right...” you pouted, which he could tell; even when blind to your face he could tell when you were being pouty. “I know, baby, you’ll get my fingers as much as you could ever want when I'm back home again,” that wasn’t enough, and you told him so. It was not fair that you had to go without your favourite sex toy when he was travelling. He let out a breathy chuckle that turned into a drawn-out shaky sigh, ending in a low groan “Well, then I will just have to make a good mould of my fingers so that you can use them even when I'm not there, huh?” His words went straight to your head and made you lightheaded, at the same time as rushing through your body and down to your cunt, making it clench down on your fingers. You moaned out at the sensation and his words, continuing to curl your fingers in on the spot that Gwanghyun knew of as well.
You could hear a string of curses being delivered by his low tone on the other end of the phone. You had expected as much; he had already been horny for a bit before messaging you and it had probably been a long day, so you didn’t mind that he was chasing his release faster than you could reach yours. “You sound so good, Hyunie, are you close?” Your tone was not your usual. It was needy, it was lower, and it was sounding a little whiny. You couldn’t help it but even if you could, you knew that he loved when you sounded like all you wanted was him to get you off. He had to take a deep breath and exhale slowly as to not cum before he wanted to. He wanted to get off with you like you did when you were physically together, but he was tired, and his body needed the orgasm. “Too close, I- ah, I’m gonna have to slow down a little to wait for you, baby.” There was something about him pacing himself that was so incredibly hot to you. You guessed that it brought you back to when he would stop himself from coming just so that he could bring you more and more pleasure before being too worn out to do so. But this time he wasn’t doing it so that he could get you yet another orgasm, he did it so that he wasn’t getting his before yours. You didn’t care about that.
“No,” You whined out, “don’t stop or slow down! Want you to cum, please. You always sound so so hot when you cum, Hyunie, please.” How could he say no to that, when you were asking for it so well, and so his hand picked up the pace again, making sure to give the head of his cock more attention. “You want me to cum, baby? Okay, I’ll cum for you. I’ll give you everything you want.” Every time he spoke it drew moans from your throat and made your breath heavier. You snuck a finger down to your clit, this time the stimulation giving you another kick of pleasure, and you were not far from your own orgasm.
“Give it to me, Hyunie. Please, I've been good,” a surprised high-pitched moan escaped Gwanghyun’s throat and then turned low, deeper than his voice had been all evening, letting out the most delicious sounds as he was undoubtedly cumming. It was as if his sounds filled you up and were helping you even closer to the orgasm, still being able to bring you pleasure even though you were that far away from the owner of the noises. But as soon as he came down and stopped his small grunts and harsh breaths, something was missing again. “Hyunie-” you didn’t get to whine for him long before he came to your rescue. “I know, baby, you need me to talk to you, don’t you? I know how you are, I know what you need. That's why I'm perfect for you. I'm everything you need and you’re everything I want.” His constant flow of words was more intense, as he had picked up his phone to bring it closer to his mouth, making it sound like he was talking directly into your ear, guiding you with his words to the brink of your release. “You sound so good, sweetness, your little noises are so cute, and I want nothing more than to eat them all, but now I want you to cum. I want you to let go and give me all your delicious moans that you know I love. That's right, baby, there we go, just give it to me.” With every word you were speeding to the finish line, being so close to it, and you just needed one last thing to get you there. “When I get home I’ll have you cumming over and over on my fingers while I’ll guide you with my voice, I promise,” Gwanghyun groaned out, and whether he knew it or not, that was the one thing that pushed you straight into the deep end. Loud moans were ripped from your vocal cords and filled up your quiet bedroom, making them end up sounding raspy with the intensity they were pushed out of your body. Gwanghyun kept talking you through it, starting with praising you in the sweetest voice, guiding your mind, fuzzy with pleasure, down on earth again, and ending it with normal conversation.
When you felt normal again, you noticed he was talking about how glad he was that Changmin had gone out with some of the others and he had stayed back, because he could not have covered up your noises even if he tried. The whole topic made you giggle, the thought of him thanking his lucky stars for being alone in the hotel room was funny to you. He asked you how you were feeling when he figured you were on the other side of the intense orgasm, and you made sure he was feeling good too, checking in on each other as you couldn’t be there physically.
“I’ll be home to you before you know it, I promise, baby.”
“Good, and you better have meant it with that mould of your fingers.”
“Of course, I did.”
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a/n: heyyyyy your fave dkb smut writer finally finished day 3 of kinktober 2 months later than they really should... yay me. a lot of life things happened and things got stressful and writing is harddd sometimes but here we go
