turns away and blushes. that was so random! what if someone heard? he wouldn't be able to handle that level of embarrassment, you know! maybe save it for when you both are alone...
-> samatoki...
stares at you, confused. he's never heard such a thing come from your mouth. especially when he's done something as simple as doing a favor you asked of him. save that for the bedroom, will you?
-> ramuda...
has a big smile on his face. of course, he's a good boy! he's your good boy! say it again, won't you? he needs to hear it just one more time. maybe a few more if you don't mind too much.
-> jakurai...
simply smiles. is this a new nickname? he doesn't mind it, but it certainly is random. he prefers the usual petnames you call him. but if this is your new thing, he certainly won't tell you no!
-> sasara...
makes a joke out of it. it has you caught off guard. the exact opposite effect that you wanted. you wanted to see his cheeks go pink with embarrassment when you called him a good boy!
-> kuko...
has mixed feelings. somewhere deep inside, he secretly likes it. even leans into you when you say it. on the outside though, he scoffs and grumbles every time, letting you have your fun with it rather than stopping you.
A/N: Adding yet another fandom to the mix, I’ve been trying to branch out, and get more comfortable writing for things even if I’m not super deep into the fandom just yet
You first meet him in Shibuya when he suddenly talks to you, he’s bright, playful, and completely ignores your confusion, slipping into your space like it’s the most natural thing in the world
Even when you try to brush him off, he keeps talking, teasing, and smiling in a way that makes it hard for you to actually leave
After that, he keeps appearing (too often to be a mere coincidence) every time you question it, he shrugs it off with a grin and calls it fate, never giving you a real answer
Being around him is strange at first, he’s cheerful and clingy one moment, then distant the next, his tone dropping just slightly, his expression becoming more sharp when he thinks you aren’t paying attention
You notice the shift early, but you don’t confront him about it, and that alone is what makes you different from other people he’s met
Instead of trying to figure him out, you just treat him the same no matter how he acts, and that unsettles him more than anything
He starts seeking you out on purpose after that, pulling you along into his routines, his spaces, his life
He teases you constantly, calling you cute, leaning in too close, testing your reactions just to see how far he can push you. It’s playful on the surface, but there’s always something more observant behind his eyes
Over time, the physical closeness becomes natural, his hand brushing yours, his head resting against you, one day you take his hand without thinking, and though he laughs it off, his grip becomes just a little tighter
People start assuming you’re together before you ever talk about it, and he never corrects them, when you bring it up, he deflects like always, but there’s a rare hesitation underneath it
The moment things change isn’t dramatic, it happens when he’s unusually subdued, his usual energy dimmed as he mutters that staying close to him won’t end well for you
From there, the line between “not dating” and “dating” disappears without either of you clearly defining it, he just starts acting like you’re his, and somehow, you don’t argue
Being with him is inconsistent in a way that only makes sense once you understand him, he’s bright, affectionate, and teasing, dragging you through the city and sharing sweets with you and other days he’s quieter, keeping you close in a way that feels more like self reassurance than his usual playfulness
Despite how easily he flirts with others, it never feels the same; there’s a clear difference in how he treats you, even if he never says it outright
You become one of the only people who sees both sides of him, the bright, careless persona and the colder, more guarded reality underneath, and instead of pulling away, you stay
And even if he avoids putting it into words, it shows in the way he keeps coming back to you, choosing you in all the quiet ways that matter more than anything he could actually say
“what type of person would you fall in love with?”
fluff. gn!reader. ichiro. jiro. saburo.
been listening to 'ohayo ikebukuro' on my morning commute to make it a bit more bearable so i don't end up regretting my life choices lol. i adoree that song sm esp with the radio show format :( and i think the question segments are really cute so i decided to (hastily) write something with it. hope you guys enjoy!!
ichiro yamada [ 726 words ]
“..My type huh.”
It’s your face that pops into his mind first.
Ah..
“W, Well..” Ichiro tries to not let it show. the struggle in his tone; the little flutter his heart did with the curl in his voice; the cutest little voice break at the end as he clears his throat.
“Someone really strong, right?” Ichiro looks to both his bros around the table, as he answers his own, and they both nod approvingly; of course, nothing less for their bro.
Smeone who could handle him in his entirety.
A small smile curls at his lips, and his heart strings tug at such a thought.
A person who could hold onto his heavy heart and never let go. The type of person that is always by his side, through thick and thin, and accepts his flaws. You wouldn’t ever leave his side despite the hardships he’d go through — you’re strong, right?
Despite taking his bros out of the orphanage and raising them on his own. Despite his harsh delinquent years, and the arguments that would be involved.
He's overprotective; he loses his temper way too easily; everyone that he had ever loved had left — that's Ichiro's curse. He's the independent type that's bound to be doomed in each and every life.
But that doesn't scare you — you're strong, right. You could handle any curse, whether it was destined bad luck or being alone; you'd still be by his side no matter what.
And of course, someone who could tumble him easy and win in a fight. You could pin him and his heart down no matter your height, with his hands over his head. And of course, he’d get lovestruck eyes, this pretty little smirk.
He'd surrender to you instantly. Ichiro just knows when someone is tough.
They could take care of themselves, and take care of Ichiro at that. In a fight, you’d win with ease, whether playing dirty or not. One verse and one utter of his name, he's already on his knees.
Damn, you play rough and dirty. Fuck that’s nice. He doesn’t like it if you’re too gentle, even if it’s his first time; tell him straight up that you like him, take the initiative and kiss him first — he can handle the ride.
That’s his type.
The type of person that watches stupid ass isekai with him even though you’ve seen this trope run to death a thousand times; and you’re right there to console when his favorite waifu inevitably dies (he only ever likes the doomed ones, what can he say).
Someone he thinks of when he puts his headphones on, and it’s his favorite song that plays on shuffle. This one, he has to listen to in its entirety.
This one that was your favorite when he drove you back home the other day.
When he’s in the midst of doing paperwork, then he stops. His flow slows, getting harder to write with his hand that feels so numb. And with his lips to his palm, he'd have to hide himself. Even though he's alone in the office now, Ichiro still can't stand the warmth and color of you on him; he's got to stay strong.
But really, he prefers someone that's much stronger than him.
Someone Jiro and Saburo adore. Someone they’ll always ask about when you’ll come over, and whether Ichiro finally had the gall to ask you out. It’s.. it’s not a date though- of course. You wouldn’t think so, so he wouldn’t think that either.
He’s a polite gentleman, having been raised right.
Someone who Jiro smirks at, and Saburo raises a brow, giving him a glance. It’s definitely not a crush, most certainly not a date. He helps you out with odd jobs all the time, and you repay him by going out to anime collab cafés together. Alllll the timeee.
Yeah, someone they think is a good match for their big bro; I mean, after all, if they disapproved then Ichiro simply had to listen to them, right? It's him and his bros against the world — oh and you, of course.
“That’s my type of love.”
Ichiro hums, drumming his fingers against the table. The fan question already sits halfway in the back of his mind though, because well, he already knows.
There couldn’t be anyone else.
jiro yamada [ 1097 words ]
“Um, the person that I like..?”
You’re the first thought that pops into his head, not even a second later. Not even a lapse between the moment it leaves his lips, the time between the beats of his heart.
Huh.
Jiro almost falls out of his seat.
(and that’s why aniki always tells him not to lean too far back. idiot.)
“I.. I don’t have anyone like that!” Jiro gets back on his feet, barely manages to squeak by, but he yells a bit too loud into the mic. Well, whoever asked for sure heard it now. “I’m not interested in datin’ right now.”
Whew, close save. Nice. Surely his brothers didn’t catch on to that.
Jiro barely manages to squeak by. Talkin’ about crushes and whatnot — that’s too embarrassing, especially on a morning radio show of all things; it's way too early for this.
Oh and he blushes. Warm and cute, slurring all his words as if drunk on the warmth of his heart, the sweetness of such a name on his tongue, when he thinks of such a person.
He had no clue why he even thought of you.
“It’s the type of person you like, moron.”
“I know what they asked!”
Well his type.. Jiro scratches his cheek. That’s embarrassin’ to ask a man, no? That’s something he’s got to keep only to himself. to lock it up deep inside his heart and throw the key away somewhere he’d of course forget.
“Um, someone really kind I guess..”
They’ve got to be, of course. but you’re the kindest one he knows: giving him homework answers, reminding him to wear his gym uniform for next hour, always coming to home games and shit.
Really, he’d protect you from any Chuohku thugs.
And of course, someone really cute too. With this pretty smile that lights up even the nights, when he makes sure you get home safe.
Because he’s really very insistent on it. You’ve, um, been studying hard in the library all this time; jiro rubs the back of his neck, plays with his feet. And really, they’re killing him in these tight cleats after he’s been running around all day.
He didn’t know you were still there studying! And he just came back from football practice, and his home is right in the way. So y’know.. you guys could walk home together and all. It's.. late out for you to be all alone, Jiro avoids your gaze because he's not the chivalrous type either; he doesn't know what to do.
He's so sweet, so kind. You're grateful as you thank him by your front door and wish him a 'good night,' hoping that you'll see him tomorrow in home room, right? If he doesn't oversleep that is.
But you've got to stop sayin' shit like that, y'know?? It's not good for him, he grumbles, with this cute blush. with the skips of his racing heart and the way he already stumbles over his clumsy feet. He's a guy after all — that's not really something he wants to hear from you. Sweet and kind.. he should be reliable, dependable, the Jiro Yamada that gets your heart racing.
Besides, there's no way he's kinder than you.
And they’ve got to be superrr into anime; and they’d look good in anything, like his extra jersey on a pair of jeans or a dirty shirt from the floor of their room, but most especially in his clothes.
And they’d have him on a leash to tug around everywhere, with his name on the collar and yours on his heart to return to always if lost. That's the type of love he wants.
And you’d sit by him at bedside as he shyly plays a song he just wrote, thinking of you. With his fingers that tremble as he strums on the strings of his heart, and he looks up every few seconds or so, hoping you’d like it.
Of course, it's always good; his songs would always be your type too. It'd always make you happy that Jiro is thinking about you (though when is he not?).
Because you're kind. The kindest soul who'd love him 'till the end of time, so selfless sharing your heart with a fool like him. Someone kind enough to spend the rest of your life with him.
“I think.. I want a love like that..”
Oh he’s lost in thoughts this early on, as Jiro tapers his words off slow. He rests his head in his arms, stifles himself in the sleeves of his shirt; man, he hopes the fans can’t hear the flutters now over air or even his warmth, as it breaks up the signal.
He's not interested in romance right now, seriously! Jiro swears on his heart; he only tells the truth. It's just..
Yeah.. someone like that would be real nice.
(“Jiro has someone he likes.”
My, isn’t Saburo the ever observant one. Teasing his older brother oh so cruel, with a song in his voice as he smirks, poking at Jiro.
He just loves the way his idiot older brother gets all riled up so easily, even if he was just messing around.
But really, it couldn't be more obvious, even if he tried.
“N, No I don’t,,!!”
Wait um, that doesn’t sound right.
Jiro can't betray his heart, as quick as he is to defend himself. With the words bitter on his tongue, the warmth that creeps up his collar to the tips of his ears when he thinks of you. This sad look when he says such a cruel lie, the shatter of his heart. because Jiro isn't a liar after all; it hurts to do so. He only ever tells the truth.
“Uh I do! I do like’em but..”
There's only silence, as Jiro melts off quiet, warm. like wax that melts off a lit candle, the quaint bitter scent burning off. And his answer only echos in the mics of the room, with his confession in the walls of his large heart, so loud and booming.
Oh but he's such a fool. lovesick, that is. He could never see the obvious trap right ahead set out by Saburo, who's satisfied now that he's got what he's wanted. but Ichiro thinks it's sweet, oh so sweet, that his younger brother is so desperately in love it hurts. He can't stop grinning.
And Jiro.. well, he realized maybe a beat too late. Love and light travel faster than the speed of sound after all.
“There it is.”
Wait. Is this going on air?)
saburo yamada [ 843 words ]
“My type?"
He raises a brow.
What an insidious question. how crude; Saburo scrunches his nose. Now why would their fans like to know that?
“I don’t really care for love right now,” Saburo answers with the brush of his hand, without missing a beat. He’s got more important things to worry about — he’s only fourteen. "I haven't had my first love yet."
Middle school is the start of such things, surely, he’s picked up on from the gossips of his classmates and the tasteless couples that kiss on the school stairways. First loves and crushes and whatnot — he’s certainly in the time for that.
What. No of course not- he doesn’t have someone like that!
“But..” he’s not a good liar, he knows, his brothers know, as Saburo adds something else. Now, the entirety of Ikebukuro knows. It’s the twist of his heart, the gentle eyes of love. “I'd like for it be natural. When it comes, I’ll know.”
And he knows the slight race of his heart whenever you're around.
The way he clears his throat and offers a prompt ‘good morning.’ It’s quick, polite, and no one thinks about a greeting like that.
But really, it’s Saburo here. He’s put much thought behind each word. The way he sits tall in his chair, and he looks right into your gaze; the two words he’s stumbled on over and over, replaying in his head to ensure he didn’t stutter over a beat even once.
He’ll know from that.
It has to be someone Saburo has to tell himself not to look at during class.
You're sitting two seats in front of him, one to the left. Slightly in his line of sight when he writes the notes on the board, and you're all he ever sees when he looks up.
Annoying. You're nothing but a distraction no matter what.
Seriously, he needs to stop gazing. Saburo scribbles down his notes a bit too harsh, but he writes it all wrong like a dumbass. And he erases it, but he rips through his notes like a Jiro.
He's so weird, it's weird. and you're so irritating.
Stupid with those notes you take; Stupid with your chin in the palm of your hand as you daydream in class, looking so ethereal; Stupid how cute your smile looks on you when you catch him gazing incidentally and give him a wave.
But it’s human nature. It’s biological wiring — Saburo can’t possibly fight against that. When he turns to you anyway, when his eyes flick over to yours by mistake; he can pick you out of the crowd in his third year welcome speech in an instant. You’re the only one he’s talking to anyway.
He has to force himself to look away.
It’s only natural. It’s what his heart desires most, this gravitational pull. A theory of love that can't be disproven no matter how many experiments are run; you can't fight against physics, no matter how hard he tries. It's that sort of logical love he wants.
It has to be someone he doesn't mind being a bother.
The way he sits up tall when you ask him a question on tonight's homework, and the careful words he chooses over text — only ever for you. No one else gets such a quick response back from him; no one else gets to be a bother.
Someone he can show off to, and they'd ruffle his head. You'd clasp your hands with this glint in your eyes and go "wow Saburo! You're so smart!! Thank you so much!!!" because it's only a simple math problem — the simplest, really. Saburo could do it with his eyes closed. But he still shuts up and takes the hint, with the skip of his heart and looking away, because that's the natural response. because it's you.
Someone in class that sits two seats in the front, one to the left. Someone that brings their own bento box, and someone that bothers him incessantly with questions on the homework. Someone that wishes him good luck on the drbs, which everyone does, but it's only this very person he wants. they're not a bother.
Someone that's very specific in his mind, but of course, he’s got to be real picky if he’s going to spend the rest of his life with them. Saburo would rather do it right from the first time.
“I’d like to fall in love like that.”
But it’s the way his gaze falls to the table as he speaks into the microphone. You’re the only thing in his eyes. It’s in the mumble of his tone because Saburo won’t speak up; he won’t say the words and make them come true.
But if it's natural, if it's destiny, It'll all end well soon. It wouldn't need shy, embarrassed, socially awkward Saburo to make the first move. Just like gravity and the sun rising in the east, setting in the west, you'll end up in his arms no matter what.
A HYPMIC, NANBAKA, AND DATE EVERYTHING FAN??? it has seems that ive hit the golden mines ...........
May I request a Yamada jiro x reader where his brothers dont believe he has an attractive gf (mostly saburo) and when he brings the partner home they're both lowk baffled and supportive [^_^]
"I'll keep you my dirty little secret."
Jiro Yamada (Hypnosis Mic) x Reader
Content Warning(s) : None !
When Jiro first mentioned you to his brothers, it was in an offhanded comment at the dinner table.
It was the day after Christmas, and just under a week until the new year.
“Would you mind if I brought my girlfriend over for new years?”
He was prepared for the shock and confusion, but what he wasn’t ready for was the almost comedic way that Saburo sputtered, small pieces of food attacking him as the youngest exclaimed.
“Since when did you have a girlfriend??”
To Jiro, the shock was reasonable. The gross spitting on him, wasn’t.
“For a few months now! And turn away if you’re just gonna spit on me!”
He actually wasn’t too concerned with Saburo’s opinion, instead, his main focus was on Ichiro, eyes scanning his face for his reaction.
Ichiro had an unreadable expression on his face, brows raised in thought.
Jiro panicked, not wanting to concern his brothers. If he was being honest, he hadn’t meant to wait so long before telling them!
“I wanted to bring it up sooner! It just . . slipped my mind . .” he trailed off, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head. “I wasn’t sure how you guys would react so . .”
He was telling the truth! Sure he might’ve passed up on a few opportunities to tell them earlier, but could you blame him? Yes, he could’ve talked about you for hours on end, but something in him wanted to keep you to himself for a little.
Maybe it was his insecurity talking, but it had nothing to do with you. Jiro knew he loved you, and with each passing day you only solidified his resolve. Perhaps it was just his self-doubt acting up, but he truly believed that you were the one, and that his siblings would come to accept you.
He was vaguely aware of Ichiro lecturing him, telling him that he was always free to come to his big brother with anything and asking for any information about you. But Jiro wasn’t too focused, he didn’t doubt that you would get along with them, a small slime gracing his face.
“I could show you her if you like?” Jiro offered, jumping at the chance to talk about you.
He whipped his phone out of his pocket, not even needing to unlock it as the moment he turned it on, he was greeted with the sight of you as his wallpaper.
By that point, Saburo had moved to crowd around him, both him and Ichiro staring at the screen in awe. Jiro held back a smile, pride showing on his face as he took in their reactions.
You were beautiful in every sense of the word. Anyone with eyes could see how gorgeous you were, there was no denying it.
Ichiro let out a low whistle as Saburo composed himself, “There’s no way you are dating someone like that,” the younger stated, turning his head away in disbelief.
Jiro pulled his phone back and laughed, “I guess you’ll just have to see when they come over.”
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The following days leading up to new years, Jiro tried as hard as he could to clean up. He wouldn’t consider himself messy, but there were definitely a few things that needed to be either thrown away or pushed further into the back of his closet.
As he did, he couldn’t help but notice the way that Ichiro seemed to mimic him, tidying up any parts in the lying room that Jiro had missed. Every time he caught the other one watching, the eldest would flash a big toothy grin at him, approval practically shining off of him.
Saburo on the other hand had taken to staring at the other as he swept the house. seemingly still in denial over the whole situation. Occasionally, the younger would make a snarky remark, but Jiro could tell it was mainly out of disbelief, not letting it get to him.
When the day finally came, the house was practically the cleanest it’s ever been. You had planned to show up midway through the day, which left Jiro filled with nothing but nerves. You guys had wanted to watch the fireworks later that night and he couldn’t think of anything but how beautiful he knew you would look.
The sound of the doorbell snapped him out of his stupor, and he rushed to his feet before he even registered it. Ichiro and Saburo were in the living room too, both fixated on the door as you entered.
When you stepped in, Jiro felt his heart burst, butterflies filling his stomach as heat rushed to his face. When he laid eyes upon you, he had forgotten the anxiousness he carried the week before, all tension leaving his body as he invited you in.
His siblings stood up and greeted you, Ichiro’s smile was warm as he rambled on about how long he had been waiting to meet you. On the other hand, it seemed as if reality was finally setting in for Saburo. He shakily greeted you, seemingly gaining his composure in an instant.
“I can’t believe you’re real,” he joked, eyes still blown out. Ichiro only laughed and slapped him on the back.
Despite the initial shock, the Yamada’s took a liking to you, and as Jiro stepped back and watched as you and his brothers stood outside, bickering and chatting with so much life, his entire body was filled with a fluffy, light feeling.
It wasn’t nervousness, but more a sense of contentment. Jiro was confident in his love for you, and he was confident that his family would love you too.
A/N : Tysm for the request ! Sorry for any mistakes, I wrote most of this in a car ! T-T I’m actually in a lot of other fandoms , just not as confident in writing them ~
Jinguji…I believe that since he takes health so seriously(I mean he IS a doctor.) that his lips are soft not chapped at all. He applies chapstick/lip balm always; especially in cold season! He has a minty taste however if you get trapped in a drunk kiss with him he still has that soft texture but the amber taste of whatever concoction he has drank wafts through your senses like wildfire. He tends to not wear cologne so no usual scents. His skin is quite smooth as well, bar his hands that can get dry easily as he washes his hands often and uses sanitizers. His voice is deep and resonant..very pleasant to hear and could put you to sleep. Always willing to hold you during slumber, a warm embrace.
Amemura…sweet. His lips aren’t quite as smooth as Jakurai however they are smoother than Samatoki. Slightly chapped. When leaning in you can smell the sugary sweetness of the treat he had just consumed. Pressing against him you can better get a taste for a faint trace of a cigarette. Uses a lot of scented products..Dove? Sweet and citrusy are his main scents. His hands are quite soft and appealing to hold. His voice can be irritating in his high pitched front, though his natural tone is quite smooth and tolerable.
Harai…Another with slightly chapped lips. He is average. He often reeks of incenses lit in the temples and tea. It’s not a bad scent by any means! A very clean taste. Despite his appearance there is no trace of cigarette when leaning in for a peck but rather the mint of his toothpaste. Very aromatic. His skin is normal as well. A natural texture that is tolerable for hand holding. His voice is unique in its originality. A pleasant upbeat tone that will keep you up and active.
Aohitsugi…oh my days. His lips are quite chapped at times! (Most times.) when leaning in for a kiss you can get a quite pleasant fragrance. Think of cinnamon, tea—cloves. When locking lips with the pale man you unfortunately get that pang of his nicotine addiction. His voice is uniquely raspy yet soothing to hear at times when he’s not threatening people. His hands are also dry at times and quite rough. Rubbing his hands together sounds akin to starting up a fire.
Nurude…a mild sweetness. The melon soda he recently drank is prominent as your lips lock together. Leaning into him a fresh citrus scent clings to him. A rich amber follows the scent as you drift closer. Being held by him, his skin is surprisingly supple and soft. His voice always upbeat and positive almost song like…keeps you entertained and engaged for the day. If you tag along for a drunk karaoke his skin becomes warm and hot vanilla as he holds you close singing erratic. Always keeping you smiling.
Yamada…a warm embrace he loves to have and hold you close. In his youth reeking of oversprayed cologne but later toned down in a rich fashion. A sporty and airy scent of lemon..grapefruit..subtle lavender in a semi-feminine scent of floral richness. His voice booming and energetic makes you amped for the day. Leaning in for a kiss his breath laced with mint of his toothpaste and whatever breakfast he had made that morning.
Hihi!!! I hope you’re having a great day!!! May I request Jakurai wedding headcanons? Stuff like how he’d feel before and during the ceremony getting married to reader that type of thing!! Feel free to delete this and thank youuuu <3
Ahh...I love this so much! ✍️
Also, I'm sorry im like, so many months late...Enjoy!
Jakurai Jinguji Wedding HCs!
Jakurai would very much be hands-on with helping you plan stuff for both of your weddings.
"Why the long face?" Jakurai asked you softly. "Its just...The dress I want is a little over budget, I'm looking for something similar to it though." You answer him back as you continued scrolling the catalogues.
"Get it then." He spoke and planted a kiss on your head, "It's our special day. I believe we can afford to be selfish for a bit." He smiled and walked away, "If you really feel you want something else, then that's fine with me too, as long as youre happy." He added before walking out.
Tasting food with him would be a bit challenging. He'd probably tell you to get what you think the guests would like, and you'd have to remind him it's both of your weddings.
HE WOULD BE A CRIER. I firmly believe he would cry by the altar as you walk down. Hifumi and Doppo beside him would also tear up and pat our beloved doc.
His vows will be very thought of, he's not like those guys you see in tiktok that just says crazy stuff, he would make youCRY from how much his vows come from the heart. (LET ME KNOW IN THE ASK BOX IF ANYONE WANTS A FIC OF THIS?? OMG?)
At the reception, you will have to genuinely hold him back from having any kind of alcohol please, make sure no one switches his drinks 💔
After the wedding, you two just sit on the couch of your shared home, talking about the whole day, then you decide to get out of your formal wear. He helps you take off your dress. He obviously admires you more before he does, complimenting you the whole time.
I hope I did this in character for Jakurai... I enjoyed doing this! 💜✨️
Hello!! Idk if you're up for it (it's fine if not!!), but could you consider making a continuation for your 'Until Next Time' fic? (Doppo taking control was sosososo hot, oml)
Until Next Time… (Doppo Kannonzaka x Reader) PART TWO
A couple days later, you find him after hours in one of the break rooms on your floor.
The one with the microwaves and the coffee machines that always feel one use away from going up in flames. The one with the sturdy little table and two chairs that you can’t even remember when the last time was that you saw someone actually sitting there and doing something at that table. The one that’s super tucked out of the way and practically a well-guarded secret just based on how few visitors it gets every day.
The one that’s closest to your desk. The one that’s farthest from his.
You had entered the room only a couple seconds behind him. Just long enough to make sure there was no one still lurking about at this hour. You didn’t want to run into surprises. And the last thing you needed right now was someone still burning the midnight oil walking in and ruining your fun.
But from what you could tell, the coast was clear. And when you entered the room, he was already waiting for you- a timid expression on his face as he fidgeted with different parts of himself. His fingers. His tie. His hair. His jacket. His ID badge. Everything. And in all honesty, this scene in front of you was a little cute. In moments like this, it’s hard to believe that your sweet, shy senpai was the same man who had you by the hips as he bounced you on his cock to probably one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had in your life. But then you look a little lower and see a little bulge start to grow in his pants that he’s not exactly trying to hide.
And then your mouth starts to water. Because your mind starts to remember.
And then, suddenly, you find that you’re no longer standing on tile that you’re sure is older than you, and you're looking at kitchen cabinets that're past due for an update. No, you’re sitting on the little table right now- propped up the very edge of the surface, as you sit there and sit pretty…
“S’good…taste s’good for me…”
…while your senior absolutely devours your pussy like a starved man.
It wasn’t supposed to go this way. It wasn’t supposed to happen so fast. You thought you had gotten the jump on him this time. Before he could even return your greeting, you were already sinking to your knees and fiddling with his belt buckle. He was stuttering and stammering out a storm as you reached inside his underwear and pulled his cock free from its confines. Saying something about how you two didn’t have to do this here and how he was more than fine taking you back to his desk- to his apartment, even and taking care of things day. But you didn’t want to wait any longer. You've been waiting for days for this opportunity. And you weren’t afraid of kneeling on some hard tile to get what you wanted. You were here to take, take, take.
It’s already next time, after all.
But all those things are hard to say while bobbing your head on Doppo’s dick. Lots of things are hard to say while bobbing your head on Doppo’s dick. So you don’t bother saying anything at all. Instead, you just focused on wrapping your lips around his pretty cock and pulling every trick out you knew in the book. Hollowing out your cheeks. Controlling your gag reflex to take him deeper. Using your tongue and flicking it up and down every little sensitive vein and spot you can reach. And of course, little to his every sound- his every pitiful whine and whimper- as you gripped onto his thighs and gave him the wettest, most obscene, most sloppy blowjob you’ve ever given in your life.
Again, you didn’t want to wait. He came here for a reason. He came here because it’s the next time. He came here because it’s your time. To share with him. To indulge in him. To fuck him and to be fucked by him. And you didn’t want to wait any longer for that. You couldn’t wait any longer for that.
But neither could he.
Before you can blink, a fistful of your hair is being grabbed. But you’re not brought forward to taste Doppo deeper. Instead, he’s pulling you off of him with strength you still can’t believe is hidden inside that frail-looking frame of his and tugging you to his feet. You don’t even know what’s happening until you realize that the salty taste of his pre-cum is currently missing from your tongue. But by that time, he already lifted you up and placed you on the edge of the table and was currently tearing off your panties and scrunching your skirt up to your waist.
He didn’t even bother to undress you properly. But then again, you didn’t bother undressing him either so you have no right to complain. Not that you would complain about him being a little too eager to get this type of work done. And not that you could complain about him either.
Because right now? You’re far too busy whining like his little whore as his tongue explores your lower lips and clit as if this was just meant to be.
“Doppo!” You squeal his name as your hips buck into his awaiting mouth- the very same name he insisted you use after he fucked you stupid at his desk just a few days ago. At the same time, your hands reach out to tangle themselves in his brightly colored- gripping at a few strands tighter than you know you should. He lets out a groan as you tug, but he doesn’t let up with his awful, awful, awful treatment of your poor, sensitive clit. Instead, he just adjusts the grip he has on the undersides of your thighs, allowing him to keep you nice and open and spread with your legs right over his shoulders. “Ah~! Doppo it’s- it’s…ahhh~”
Just the way he likes.
“Taste s’good…” He begins to babble the second he takes his mouth off of your clit long enough to speak. He looks up at you whenever he starts to speak, eyes half-lidded and glazed over as his tongue darts out to keep licking- to keep tasting- like he’ll die if he doesn’t keep you. He looks up at you like you’re something far away. Something unreachable. Even though every word he slurs his way through causes his lips to brush against your pussy in ways that you know shouldn’t feel this pleasurable but they do. Because he’s so close to you now. He's so close you don’t have to make excuses about wanting to show him thanks just to fuck him. He’s so close you don’t have to call him Mr. Kannonzaka anymore. He’s so close you can feel his every breath against you as he takes and takes and takes. “Shouldn’t have waited…should have…should have done this… sooner. S’good…you’re s’good…”
He’s so close and there’s no need to wait for the next time. It’s just here. It’s just now. It’s just him.
As his pussy-drunk laddled jabbering starts to trail off, he buries his face into your pussy once again and practically drowns into you. Your moans grow louder, echoing off the walls of the breakroom as you grab more of his hair just to squish his face between your thighs and ride his face like no one and nothing is stopping you. Because there truly is nothing stopping you.
Because his response to you getting a little rough? It’s to meet you with more force. Energy that matches your own. A tongue that reaches deeper. A mouth that sucks a little harder. And hands that grip the undersides of your thighs a little tighter. Until one of those hands lets go and disappears underneath the table. But you don’t have to get off the table to know what’s going on. The way his grunts and groans start to increase in volume and you see and feel his shoulder start to make a repetitive motion that could only mean he’s finally starting to take care of the little problem you helped exacerbate with your mouth earlier. If only he let you help him for a little longer. Pity.
You really could have lightened the load for him.
Oh well. You’ll just have to find the time to say thank you. To give him a proper thank you for all the extra work he does for you. Maybe you’ll bring him something during his next late shift. Maybe you’ll invite him to your place on his next day off. Maybe you’ll let him jump your bones in this very next chance you two get. Even if it’s in the middle of the work day.
But for right now, you’re not sure. Right now, you don’t know what sounds like the best option. The best plan. You don’t know. You don’t know. You don’t know.
But that’s okay.
You’ll just have to think about it when you’re not busy chanting his name like it’s a prayer, your voice growing louder and louder each time. You’ll just have to think about it when you’re not busy dealing with your quivering legs and your tightening core, ready to explode if he just keeps doing it- doing that, doing whatever it is he’s doing to you with his tongue right now. You’ll just have to think about it some other time.
Or rather, you’ll just have to think about it for next time.
