❛ gloria, i wanna take you to euphoria ! ❜ ✶ ࣪˖࿐ * sakadays multi characters
꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── contents: suggestive, gn reader, making out, spitting, dry humping, hickeys┆ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ how they kiss you…
꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── featured on this disc: yoichi nagumo, natsuki seba, shin asakura
╰⪼┆nagumo kisses you like you’re both in a constant game of cat and mouse. it’s competitive and intoxicating with a strong surge of adrenaline bustling through your veins but oftentimes it’s fleeting.
he allows for his bottom lip to gently graze yours then retracts himself from your vicinity with the mere purpose of seeing the dazed look on your face that was anticipating more. he enjoys the shocked gasp and reprimand that comes from you, followed by a murmur of “dickhead.” which he classically retorts with, “hey, that’s not nice!”
the roles switches up constantly, something he indulges in, but a sick part of him can’t help but bask in the sight of you desperately grinding down on his clothed crotch with your forehead littered by sweat as you incoherently rasp in his ear for him to kiss you harder. his mouth twists up in a sadistic manner against the column of your neck, “hm? want more neck kisses?” he feigns innocence.
his playing dumb act grinds your gears to the fullest and makes you want to choke him out till your heart’s content but he’d probably brush off your actions with a snippy comeback.
you loudly groan in frustration and his eyebrows pull up at your outburst, your hips halt against his pelvis, “god, do i have to spell everything out for you?” you grab a fist full of his noir hair to perfectly align his head with your face, “kiss me properly, nagumo.. on the lips.”
he likes seeing you all riled up. he tauntingly smirks, “ah! you should’ve just asked, silly.” before you can argue on that’s what you were doing in the first place, he encloses the space, humming contently. your lips moves together in sync, rapidly harmonizing in a sensual way. his tattooed hands slip under your shirt caressing the bare skin but the small delight comes to a pause once he uses his teeth to gently pull at your bottom lip, teasingly letting it go out from his hold. he drily chuckles at you chasing after his lips for more.
╰⪼┆natsuki kisses you like a pornstar in love. it’s lewd but intimate, igniting an untamed flame in the pit of your stomach, rapidly flickering waiting to be extinguished, but your heart beats erratically against your chest with warmth blooming around the organ.
it can be messy at times with his saliva smearing onto your chin and drippling off, or, it can be sweet and memorable leaving you smitten with butterflies for the rest of the day; pick your poison, he doesn’t mind either way.
he likes to sneak up on you— at first it was an occasional habit he’d done unintentionally but now he uses his airy footsteps to his advantage. slithering his toned arm around your stomach to pull you closer to his broad chest and grips at your jaw with his calloused hand to tilt your head upwards to somewhat face him
“open your mouth.” he calmly instructs, as if what he planned to do next was just a run-on-the-mill activity. you comply and suddenly feel a warm droplet of spit land onto your tongue, your eyes widens and before a squeal could erupt from your throat he captures your lips with his.
natsuki pants heavily against your mouth his hot tongue hastily collides with yours as he subconsciously begins to rut himself into your figure, his eyebrows deeply furrows together. his lips are soft on yours but has intensity far too hot to handle. “s-slow down natsu…” your meek voice trembles in between the heated kisses.
his usual nonchalant complacence crumbles apart. his plump lips glistens once he pulls away, a small string of saliva connecting the two of you. “can’t. sorry. you just taste so damn good.” some darken strands of hair stick to his forehead; he’s dizzy but pushes through to quench his thirst.
╰⪼┆shin kisses you like he’s almost afraid of you. he’s not and he swears by it but the way his body stiffens with his shoulders nearing his ears and rigid lips stilled has you thinking the former. he touches you as if you’re a porcelain doll glossed over with iridescent medium, and that sometimes translates into his fear of messing up.
he gets in his head a lot and stays there. but as the relationship progresses, he gains his confidence within his abilities to please you and once that layer of skin grows, that’s all he dedicates himself to. he’s rough which causes teeth to clash but he’s also sweetly passionate with his movements.
an extremely slow day at sakamoto’s store leads to you on top of the store counter with him between your legs. he disregards the opportunity to flip over the closed sign— the thought of being caught fuelled something dubious inside of him.
his large palms roam from your thighs to grazing over your chest eliciting a choked up gasp from you. he’d become too cocky, perhaps for his own good. his lips moved with delicious vigour against yours, slowly increasing the tempo with every passing second. soft grunts and huffs comes from the blond mixed in with your panting.
“is this too much?” he asked as he departs from your space with antsy eyes. you whine restlessly, “it’s not enough.” you tug at the belt loops of his baggy jeans, pulling him back in your vicinity and his face plants in the crock of your neck instead. suckling and nipping at the delicate skin and swirling his tongue around the area. your whimpers fills his ears like a lullaby.
eventually, his ministrations cause a darken bruise to appear. he ogles at the sight that encourages him to continue but an unfamiliar intruding thought enters his mind. a customer outside was planning on coming in and purchasing pockys. and while shin knows it would be morally ethical to put a stop to your activities, he can’t find the strength to do so. he’s completely and utterly drunk off by your smell and touch; what a bad influence you are.
HII!!! can i request a sakadays x reader who is really dense and doesnt get the hint that the char likes them?? ( maybe nagumo , rion , kumanomi , gaku or anyone else u like! ) TYYYY HAHSHSH
୨୧ ❝ TAKE A HINT. ❞
content ⸝⸝ (separate) nagumo yoichi + gaku + natsuki seba + rion akao + kumanomi x gn ! reader , drabbles/one-shots , fluff
಄ nagumo yoichi
─── "WANNA HANG OUT today, (name)?" nagumo walked into your penthouse using the spare key you'd given him—a decision you were starting to regret.
you were busy cutting your fingernails when he appeared in the doorway. "why? i might go out to eat with osaragi."
he leaned against the doorframe. "i just enjoy spending time with you!"
you gathered your clipped nails, threw them away, and washed your hands, all while his eyes followed your every move.
“that’s nice. you can tag along with me and osa if you want." you dried your hands on a towel, shrugged, and walked past him.
he followed you into the living room, where you plopped down on the couch and turned on the tv.
“what about just you and me? just the two of us, alone?"
leaning your head back against the couch, you groaned. "she’s going to know if i’m hanging out with you instead. i don't want to hurt her feelings."
“osaragi is tough; she'll be okay," he insisted, sitting down next to you.
"ehhh maybe.”
"PLEASE, (NICK-NAME)!" he pleaded.
"ugh, fine. but let me have a snack first," you told him. after choosing a video to play in the background, you headed to the kitchen and decided on yogurt.
he followed you around like a puppy glued to its owner. as you took a bite of your yogurt, he just stared at you.
specifically.
your lips.
"hey, you've got some…" instead of using his thumb to wipe the yogurt from the corner of your mouth or offering you a napkin, he leaned in and licked it off.
you grimaced, wiping your mouth with a napkin this time. "now, why would you do that?"
he shrugged. "maybe because i like you."
"oh. i like you too. you’re a good friend to me too, yoichi," you replied with a shrug.
nagumo laughed off his failed confession. “did i just get friend-zoned… or are they too oblivious…?”
he masked his embarrassment with a smile. “yeah! we’re such good friends!”
mission failed. but maybe next time, he'll manage to get through your obliviousness. and maybe next time, you'll like him back.
಄ gaku
─── THE ONLY PERSON gaku had eyes for was you—specifically you and only you. the reason why… was because you were the only one patient with him. oh, and because you were the only one who played video games with him. uzuki would have to gently scold you for spoiling gaku, but you never really cared.
so that's why gaku became pretty attached to you, especially on missions. he stuck close, constantly checking to make sure you weren't going to die—to the point where everyone in the slurs organization knew.
he wasn't even trying to hide it.
and yet, the only person oblivious to his teeny-tiny crush… was you.
"(name), play smash bros with me," he said, more like a demand than a request.
"now? we’re about to infiltrate this place," you pointed at the building. your eyes met gaku’s, who was staring intently at you. he didn’t care. "okay, okay…! i’ll play with you, but only one round."
"no, not until you beat me."
"that’s going to take hours! you’re way too good at that game," you protested, but he ignored you and settled down on the concrete, making himself comfortable.
"m’kay.” he replied, handing you the other joy-con.
gaku had beaten you three times in a row, and in those three rounds, you cried because he was 'unfair' and 'he plays this game too much, and you barely do.'
he found your complaining amusing, like music to his ears.
however, footsteps tapped on the concrete. you heard the noise and turned around, noticing deer-face—kashima—standing behind you both. "what are you guys doing?! slur said to set off the bombs!”
"chill, mr. deer—"
"it’s kashima!" he corrected you.
"chill, cashew, we were eventually going to do that, right, gaku?" you nudged him to agree, but he just nodded slowly.
kashima clicked his tongue and sighed. "do it now," he demanded, before stomping away.
"dO It NoW," you mocked his voice, earning barely a laugh from gaku.
"(name)," he said, hiding his face under the turtleneck of his hoodie, "are we friends?"
"yeah, why?" you questioned, standing up and brushing the dirt off your bottom.
"oh, 'cause i saw us as more than that," he said, going back to pressing buttons on the joy-con.
"like… best friends?" you blinked.
"uh, yeah, sure," he gave you a thumbs up. he wasn't going to admit he considered you both dating already. he figured he'd have to confess to you one day.
you smiled at him.
uzuki and kashima, who were watching from afar, face-palmed. "he missed his chance to confess!" kashima uttered.
“well… i don't think (name) would've considered his feelings," uzuki defended.
"what do you mean?" the deer asked.
"they may seem smart, but they’re too dense, but maybe they’ll understand soon."
"it better be soon.” kashima mumbled under his breath.
಄ natsuki seba ( non-assassin au )
─── "NATSU HAS a crush on you."
you blinked, caught off guard when mafuyu, natsuki’s own little brother, just dropped that bomb with zero expression. he said it with a straight face and everything.
"wait, what?" you asked.
before mafuyu could say anything else, his older brother yanked him away. "sorry about him. let’s get back to studying..."
natsuki had to lock the door to keep the rats mafuyu out. "he’s been talking a lot of nonsense lately," natsuki said, and you just laughed a little.
“okay... i’ll trust you on that."
natsuki wished you'd catch on already. he was so into you, but you were the slowest, most oblivious person ever.
you kept overlooking his feelings. and it was starting to bother him.
"he only lets (name) talk to him," - that's what their classmates would say. and they weren't wrong, he really liked being around you. so when you kept sending mixed signals, it got a little annoying.
but you stopped writing. "mafuyu told me you said i was pretty. is that true, or is that just him talking ‘nonsense’?"
he didn't even try to deny it. "yeah, it's true. because you are."
you couldn't help but smile. "thanks!"
"am i bad at this, or are they just super dense...?”
಄ shin asakura
─── THIS WAS day 100 of shin trying to get you to see how he felt. but no matter what he did—even straight-up saying he wanted to kiss you and hug you—you just didn't get it.
"(name)!" he called, catching up to you. he found you on the street after you stormed out of sakamoto’s convenience store after a little spat with heisuke. "come back, heisuke said he was sorry."
shin grabbed your shoulder, but you smacked his hand away. "i quit! i’m not working for sakamoto anymore if he’s there."
he sighed, a long, heavy one. "if you leave, it won't be the same!"
"did sakamoto tell you to chase after me or something?" you hissed, still walking.
"no... i… i chose to do this because i don't want you to leave," he confessed, pursing his lips and staring at you with his big, innocent eyes.
you stopped walking. "that’s nice of you, shin."
"so… will you come back?"
you thought about it before shrugging. “let me kill heisuke first."
"NO?!"
day 100... failed.
but hey, you know what they say! day 101 is bound to be your lucky one!
಄ rion akao
─── "WHY DOES AKAO always hit us but never (name)?"
"isn’t it obvious? because she likes them."
"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!" rion shouted before smacking the two guys upside the head, leaving a bump right on top.
you were standing beside her, laughing a little nervously at her antics. she huffed, then looked back at you, cheeks slightly flushed. "you didn’t hear that, (name). let’s go.”
"see? she’s so soft on them."
rion was a tough fighter at jcc. no one would ever expect her to fall in love. she was a caring person—but with you... she was a little too caring.
"(name)! careful, that's hot!" she warned, helping you carry your food to the lunch table.
"you see that? she’s always babying (name)."
"i’m surprised (name) still hasn't realized. why are they so slow?" the same two guys commented, face-palming at your obliviousness.
"i don't think (name) sees akao like that..." a girl joined in on the guys' conversation. "i’m pretty sure they unintentionally friend-zoned akao. because i remember seeing akao crying to sakamoto because (name) wouldn't get it."
"(name) made her cry?! akao can cry?!”
"yup."
and rion heard every word.
and they all earned a fist to the head. "STOP GOSSIPING ABOUT MY BUSINESS!"
಄ kumanomi
─── "YOU KEEP babying (name), do you like them or something?" tenkyu questioned. they were currently kids, back in al-kamar.
kumanomi clapped her hands slowly. "wow. you actually managed to realize it, unlike them."
tenkyu gave her a wry smile. "that’s because something is wrong with (name)."
"what happened?" she couldn't help but ask.
he sheepishly replied with, “they’re slow and—"
"don’t talk bad about them!" kumanomi slapped tenkyu to the ground. he put a box over his head to hide from her scary demeanor.
"i was just saying! it’s the truth! they’re never going to realize you like them, no matter how straightforward you are with your confession!" he exclaimed from inside the cardboard.
kumanomi sat down beside him. "that’s fine. i’ll probably grow out of my feelings by next year."
WRONG.
six years later, and she still likes you. she always tried to impress you with her weapons, and it always worked. but also, you could care less.
"(name)! wanna go on a mission with me? kei said i can bring someone!" she beamed, clinging to your arm.
kumanomi never showed any pda towards anyone.
"uh, sure." you shrugged her arm off and followed her to the mission's location. the two of you dismembered a bunch of bodies.
there was now a good view of blood everywhere and corpses in front of you. kumanomi turned to look at you. "(name), you know i’d die for you and only you."
"er—uh—that's nice." you gave her a thumbs up before walking over to the next building.
“TAKE A HINT!” she groaned.
AUTHORS NOTE. sakadays cour 2 comes out today I HOPE YOU ENJOYYYY 🥹🫰
nagumo is not an easy person to truly let in — not just because his entire professional life revolves around deception, manipulation, and the casual ending of human lives, but also because he's spent so long wearing that permanent smile that even he sometimes forgets what's real and what's just another mask. Coming from a famous family of spies, he was practically raised on the principle that trust is a weakness and that the only person you can rely on is yourself. So the fact that he's even considering a serious relationship with you (given that all his past ones failed)? that means you've already done something no one else has managed in years.
nagumo cannot cook to save his life. This is not an exaggeration. The son of a famous spy family, top-tier assassin, master of disguise, genius-level intellect — cannot boil rice without setting off the fire alarm. You will eat takeout every single night or you will learn to cook for two. He will compensate by handling every other household task with terrifying efficiency. The man has never left a dish in the sink overnight. Your bathroom has never been cleaner. You're pretty sure he reorganized your entire spice rack alphabetically and by frequency of use. It's the most passive-aggressive competence you've ever witnessed.
the man gets carsick on everything. Cars, buses, trains, boats, the world's gentlest ferris wheel. He once threw up in a moving taxi, cleaned it up himself in under thirty seconds without the driver noticing, and then continued a conversation about tax reform like nothing had happened. You're the only person who knows he keeps motion sickness medication in his briefcase next to the assassination weapons. The priority ordering is very funny to you. Less funny to him. You always keep a lunch bag on you whenever you’re together in the car (for him), and you never let him drive. Not that he’d want to, anyway.
for someone who values deception as his primary skill, he is shockingly, almost pathetically honest with you about small things. "I ate the last piece of cake." "I hid your keys because I wanted you to stay longer." "I pretended not to hear you call my name because I was enjoying watching you look for me." He cannot help himself. The big lies come easy. The little ones? The domestic ones? They stick in his throat like broken glass.
he texts in morse code when he's in danger. Not because he expects you to understand it — he knows you don't — but because typing it out helps him think clearly. You've learned to recognize the rhythm of his panicked messages versus his casual ones. A staccato burst of dots and dashes means he's fine, just bored on a stakeout. Long, drawn-out patterns with weird spacing mean you should probably check the news in the morning.
adding onto the Morse code thing, he would definitely teach you if ever had an interest in learning.
nagumo is a lightweight. Everyone knows this. What they don't know is that the man becomes aggressively, almost embarrassingly needy after two drinks. Not in a dramatic way — he won't cry or confess his undying love or anything theatrical like that. Instead, he just... stops letting go of you. His hand finds your sleeve. His head drops onto your shoulder. He follows you from room to room like a lost cat, not saying anything, dragging you to bed because he’s cold and wants to cuddle.
when you're sick, Nagumo is great at stillness. He will sit beside you for hours without moving, without checking his phone, without getting bored. He'll read aloud to you if you want. He'll just exist next to you, a steady warm presence, and something about the way he goes so quiet — no jokes, no teasing, no mask.
he refuses to sleep when you're sick. Just outright refuses. You'll wake up at 3 AM to find him sitting in a chair across the room, watching you breathe, and when you ask what he's doing he'll just say "nothing" and look away. He's terrified, you realize. Not of you dying — you just have the flu — but of not being there. Of something happening while his guard is down. Of losing another person he loves because he blinked at the wrong moment. You don't call him out on it. You just shift over and pat the empty space beside you. After a long moment, he takes it.
when he’s sick? nagumo is the worst patient on planet Earth. Worse than a child. He will deny being sick until he's literally collapsing, and even then he'll claim it's "just a little tiredness" or "probably something I ate."
he falls asleep holding your hand when he's sick. Not because he means to — he'd never admit to needing that — but because his feverish brain forgets to be guarded, forgets to maintain distance, forgets all the walls he's spent decades building. You'll extract your hand to get more water and he'll make a small, distressed sound in his sleep. The water can wait.
his favorite form of physical affection is back-hugging you while you're doing something mundane. Cooking. Brushing your teeth. Trying to leave for work. He'll just appear behind you silently and wrap his arms around your waist, hook his chin over your shoulder, and stay there.
he’s obsessed with your hands. Not in a weird way. He'll trace your palm lines with his fingertips, compare finger lengths, marvel at how soft your skin is compared to his calloused assassin hands.
he loves when you play with his hair. It's the only time he fully relaxes, the only time that constant smile drops into something softer, something almost peaceful. He'll lie in your lap and close his eyes and let you run your fingers through those messy black strands for hours if you're willing.
his favorite thing to do with you, physically, is absolutely nothing. Lying in bed at 2 PM on a Sunday, neither of you fully awake, limbs tangled together under too many blankets. He'll trace patterns on your skin. Nonsense shapes. Equations, maybe.
nagumo kisses your forehead before he leaves for anything remotely dangerous. Not your lips. Not your cheek. Your forehead. It's quick, almost perfunctory, like he's ticking a box. But the way his hand cups the back of your head, gentle despite everything those hands are capable of — that's not perfunctory.
⤷ GAKU HCS .
the first thing you need to understand is that gaku shows affection through proximity. Not words—he's terrible with those—but just being there. He'll sit next to you. He'll stand close enough that your shoulders brush. He'll fall asleep on your couch instead of going back to his own place because apparently your apartment is "closer" (it's probably not). He's like a cat that way. He doesn't ask for attention. He just appears in your space and waits to see if you'll acknowledge him.
moving in together—if it gets that far—will be an experience. Gaku owns maybe four outfits, one weapon, and a gaming console. That's it. No sentimental objects. No photo albums. No furniture of his own. He'll show up with a single duffel bag and look genuinely confused when you ask where the rest of his stuff is. "This is it," he'll say, like it's obvious. And then he'll immediately commandeer your TV for his PlayStation and act like he's lived there for years.
he’s genuinely, almost unnervingly calm about everything. House on fire? He'll finish his snack first. You just told him you love him for the first time? He'll blink at you for five seconds, say "cool," and go back to whatever he was doing. But here's the thing—he'll be thinking about it for days afterward. You'll catch him staring at you with this weird, almost confused expression, like he's trying to process a game mechanic he doesn't fully understand. He's not ignoring your feelings. He's just... bad at feelings. Really bad.
when gaku’s drunk which almost never happens because he doesn't see the point, he becomes weirdly talkative. Not emotional, not clingy, just chatty. He'll explain the entire lore of Resident Evil to you in excruciating detail. He'll rank everyone he's ever fought by how fun they were to kill. (Spoiler: Takamura is number one. He will talk about Takamura for hours. You have learned to just nod along.) The alcohol doesn't make him softer. It makes him more him, which is somehow both better and worse.
when he's sad which is rare, because Gaku doesn't really do sad so much as he does empty, he gets very quiet. Not his normal quiet, where he's just chilling. But the kind where he stops playing his games. Where he just sits and stares at nothing. He won't tell you what's wrong because he probably doesn't even know himself. The orphanage did a number on him, and some days it all just surfaces. You've learned to just sit with him on those days. Don't talk and don't try to fix it. Just be there. Eventually he'll lean his head against your shoulder. That's as close to "thank you" as he gets.
gaku has nightmares about Al-Kamar sometimes. he won’t wake up screaming or anything but you’ll feel him go rigid next to you, his breathing changing, his hands clenching into fists. If you touch him, he'll flinch, maybe wake up startled. So it’s become routine that you don't touch him. You just say his name quietly until his eyes open. He won't talk about it. He'll just stare at the ceiling for a while, and then eventually roll over with you against him and go back to sleep. In the morning, he acts like nothing happened. You act like nothing happened.
physical affection is weird with him. Not because he dislikes it — he actually seems to enjoy it quite a bit — but because he has no idea how to initiate it. He'll just sort of... loom near you. Stand close and wait until you realize he wants something. He's like a npc waiting for you to press the interaction button. He likes holding your hand because it's something to do with his hands. He likes when you lean against him because you're warm. He's not romantic about any of it he's just physically comfortable with you in a way he isn't with most people.
one of his favorite things to do is exist in the same room as you while he plays video games. He doesn't need you to watch him play or talk to him or even acknowledge him. He just wants you there and he’ll get genuinely annoyed if you leave the room for too long. "Where'd you go?" he'll ask, like you've been gone for hours instead of five minutes. He's not clingy in an emotional way. He's clingy in a "you're part of my environment now and I notice when you're missing" way. He’s very very used to having you around and feels weird when you’re not.
he shows he cares in the most Gaku way possible—by remembering things you didn't even know he noticed. if you mentioned once, offhand, that you liked a certain brand of energy drink. Now there's always one in his bag when he comes over. You said you were cold. Now he sits closer to you on the couch, radiating body heat like a human furnace. You told him a story about your childhood. Three weeks later he referenced a detail from it. He doesn't make a big deal out of any of this. He probably doesn't even realize he's doing it but Gaku is naturally attentive which makes great for little things when it comes to dating.
he gets jealous, but not in a dramatic way. He just watches. If someone flirts with you, he'll look at them with the same expression he uses before a fight. He won't say anything. He won't do anything. He'll just look. And that's lowkey more terrifying than any threat could ever be. The person will usually leave pretty quickly after that.
he doesn't say "I love you" often. Maybe once every few months. And when he does, it's not romantic or dramatic or even particularly warm. It's more of a statement. "Yeah, I love you," he'll say casually. "Obviously." And then he'll go back to his game. But the thing is he means it. He means it more than all the flowery speeches in the world. Gaku doesn't lie. He doesn't see the point. So if he says he loves you, he loves you. End of story.
Gaku is surprisingly easy to be with. Not because he's a good boyfriend by any conventional standard — he forgets things, he's emotionally unavailable, he'll absolutely prioritize a boss fight over a dinner date — but because he never makes you guess where you stand. He's with you because he wants to be with you. If he didn't want to be, he wouldn't be. There's no manipulation, no games, no hidden meanings.
⤷ NATSUKI SEBA HCS .
let’s be honest about natsuki from the jump. Getting close to him is not easy. the guy spent his formative years getting beaten by a father who wanted weapons instead of sons, shipped off to an orphanage that trained children to kill, and experimented on like he was lab equipment instead of a person. so no, he's not going to open up over coffee on the second date. he's not even going to open up over coffee the twentieth date. but if you're patient. if you stick around while he figures out that you're not another person who's going to use him and discard him. you'll find someone who pays attention in a way most people don't. someone who notices things. someone who builds solutions to problems you haven't even complained about yet.
when you start staying over at his workshop regularly, and you will because that's where he lives basically, you'll notice that he has a system for everything. tools organized by weight and frequency of use. blueprints filed by date and project status. spare parts sorted into bins that are labeled in his messy handwriting. and here's the thing. he will, without asking, start applying that same system to your stuff. not because he's controlling but because he genuinely cannot understand how you function in chaos. "your keys were on the counter," he'll say when you can't find them. "i put them on the hook by the door. that's where keys go." he says this like he's explaining gravity to a child.
the protectiveness with natsuki doesn't look like what you'd expect. he's not throwing himself in front of bullets or picking fights with people who look at you wrong. that's not his style. instead, he protects you by being three steps ahead. he'll notice someone paying too much attention to you at a cafe and quietly reposition himself so he's between you and them. he'll build a small device that masks your location when you're walking home alone at night. he'll install better locks on your door without telling you, and you won't even realize until weeks later when you try to use your old key and it doesn't work anymore. he doesn't want credit for any of this. in fact, he'd rather you didn't notice at all. it's just what you do for someone you're not going to let get hurt. he's lost too many people already. he's not planning on losing you.
touching natsuki is complicated. not because he flinches, he's too somewhat put together for that, but because he goes very still. like an animal deciding whether to run or fight. the first few times you reach for his hand, he'll just let you hold it. he won't hold back. his fingers will stay limp in yours, unresponsive, and you'll feel like you're holding a mannequin's hand instead of your boyfriend's. it's not rejection. he just doesn't know what to do. no one's ever done this for him before. no one's ever touched him without wanting something. information. obedience. results. you learn to start small. a hand on his shoulder that lasts two seconds. your knee pressing against his under the table. your pinky hooking around his while you walk. and slowly, over months, he starts responding. his fingers curl around yours. his shoulder relaxes under your palm. he leans into your touch instead of away from it. he's still not good at initiating. but when he does, a hand on your waist guiding you out of someone's way, his forehead resting against yours for just a second before he pulls back, it’s got weight to it because you know what it cost him to do that.
kissing natsuki is an education in restraint. he'll kiss you on the lips, sure, but it's always brief. like he's timing himself. and if you try to deepen it, try to pull him closer, try to make it more than a quick press of mouths, he'll pull back but not angry. "not now," he might say, or he might say nothing at all, and you've learned not to be pushy. but sometimes, rarely, he'll kiss you like he forgot to hold back. like his brain shut off for a second and his body just acted. those kisses are messy and desperate and over too fast. he always looks surprised afterward, like he didn't know he had that in him. you never comment on it. you think if you did, he'd stop entirely.
he kisses your forehead sometimes, too. usually when he thinks you're asleep. it's feather-light, barely there, and he murmurs something against your skin that you can never quite make out. you've stopped trying to catch the words.
your words matter to him more than you realize. not the big declarations, those make him uncomfortable actually, like you're setting him up for something. the small ones are what get him. "i'm glad you're here." "that was a good idea." "you work too hard, come eat something."
jealousy is weird with natsuki because he doesn't get jealous the way normal people do. he doesn't get angry or possessive or start fights. instead, he gets clinical. he'll ask questions. "who was that?" "how do you know them?" "have they always looked at you like that?" and his tone is so neutral, so flat, that you almost miss the tension underneath. he's not interrogating you. he's just trying to figure out if this person is a threat to what you have.
his favorite thing ever, and he'd never admit this out loud, is when you fall asleep in his workshop while he's working. he'll glance over at you, curled up on the old couch and something in his chest will loosen. he thinks you look beautiful in your sleep, but he’s never really say that out loud either.
content. 3.5k wc , up to 0.6k - 0.7k words per drabble , fluff , slightly suggestive , crack , established relationships , insensitive jokes , characters may be out of character , self - made au ! wherein you are normal couples / students , crappy writing , spoiler free.
author’s note. a fitting oneshot drabble idk for the current summer here in italy ! and no, i’m not from italy ehe this is a trip— might be the worst trip of my whole LIFE guys i’m dying…
NAGUMO YOICHI
"GET your hands off me, Yoichi. It's too hot for this..."
The useless whine of yours lingered in the air, not for too long before it was forgotten again — vanishing in the vast heat. The heat coming from the lovely summer you suppose.
Yet the answer to your plead never arrived because your great and not annoying boyfriend decided to ignore it, sliding his arms around your figure, almost covering the whole of you.
"Nagumo Yoichi." you warned as you user force to push him away, hands against his chest and shoulder.
"I love youuuuuuuuuu~" he hummed under his breath.
And if it was possible, you could feel how the hug got even tighter than before — just not enough to crush the soul out of your body. Was he doing this intentionally to make you unmovable?
"Listen. I love you too and all. But right now?"
A frown made its way to your face since he was still refusing to let go of you. "Am I a teddy bear?" you questioned and heaved out a sigh, still not ready to accept your miserable fate.
"My favourite."
All of the sudden — he decided to loosen the hug around you to let you see the smile. The smile, that widened on his lips, irking you to the maximum. A vein almost popped on your forehead.
"I'm about to beat the living crap of you."
"That's even another reason why I'm not letting go!"
The sweat, which newly formed over the skin, was a sign of the unbearable warmth you shared. A bit too much if you ask yourself. You can't handle it right now — not when the blazing sun is also hitting you.
"Close the curtains." you murmured weakly, feeling all energy drained.
"Oh..!" he played coy and confused you.
"What's wrong huh? Close the curtains." you raised a brow.
"You wanna get dirty? Is that how you're asking for it?" he teased, "close the curtains so no one else will see?"
Slowly, you blinked. "What the heck are you talking about?" you couldn't believe your ears right now. "You atrocious fuck." Was he playing with you right now? Should you punch him across the face?
"[name], you're so mean!"
"Don't act like some pick me, uwu idiot. It's giving me the ick." you grimaced.
"You seriously aren't joking."
"I am not. Close the damn curtains. It's too hot right now."
"Am I too hot to handle?" he winked at you.
"What if I just... throw you into the crowd of fangirls?" you contemplated with a small smile.
"Right, ma'am. Closing the curtains now."
Speaking honestly — you had hoped for him to close it and let go of you at it. But he didn't, using his long arms to his advantage to reach over. "Oh man..." you whispered, face pressed flat against his chest while he moved even closer.
"Ugh..! Get the blanket off too!" you cried out.
"Yes, yes. Whatever you want!"
"I want you to let go."
"Everything but this."
"Kill yourself."
"Only for a kiss."
A gruelling groan escaped your lips.
"It isn't that bad!" he pouted like the grown man he is.
"God... It is that bad." you narrowed your eyes.
"Come on."
The grin he always wears? Everlasting. You doubt that you'll ever see a day without him smiling or grinning or smirking. The ends of his mouth will always curve into that, every day.
"Kiss me."
"Fuck off..." you cried out as he leaned in close.
His hand wandered down to your waist while the other was nicely placed behind your neck. "No..!" you kicked around, eventually even getting the hot blanket off you.
"Please save me! Someone!" you covered his mouth with your hand while trying to push him away. "Plea— IEEK!"
You froze on spot, already pausing with your frantic attempts to free yourself as you twitched. "Did you just... lick me?" you deadpanned — still having your hand over his lips.
"Mmh!" he gave you the most innocent closed-eyes smile he could muster.
And without wasting another second, he grasped your wrist so you couldn't escape — continuing to lick your hand as if it was ice cream. "HIEEK!" you cried. "Stop, stop, stop! I will kiss you! Really!"
"But now I want something else." he pouted again, removing your hand from his lips to speak freely.
"I can't with you." your lips formed into a straight line. "Ow!"
"Don't say that." he chuckled as he bit the tip of your finger.
ASAKURA SHIN.
"HEY... Uh, can you move a little? Like back off actually."
Annoyed sighs echoed in the room paired with the soft rustling of the sheets, bodies moving and kicking — warmth spread in the room quick, making it unbearably hot.
Too hot for you to stay in one bed with someone else even if it was your boyfriend. "[name], this is my bed. And my room." Shin's eye twitched lightly as he huffed out at your disrespect.
Well — that didn't stop you from kicking him though. "And? What does that mean? This is Sakamoto's house and Aoi allowed me to stay the night. We're sharing the room now."
Although your kicks were soft and not even close to hurtful, it kept Shin at the edge. Like literally at the edge, holding onto the mattress as if his dear life depends on it.
"I'm falling already! Hey stop this! This is abuse of power!" he screeched in fear, about to hit the ground.
"Shin. You survive bullets, blade and maybe even worse things." you dead panned, your feet still pressed against him, "don't fear the ground."
"UGH!" he exclaimed and held onto your ankle, "ha HA! If I fall you will also fall."
"Okay."
The quiet murmur left your lips while letting yourself get dragged with him, starting to slide off the bed. "HEY! WAIT NO! LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING—"
THUD !
"Finally." you breathed out in satisfaction.
With those words, you spread yourself on the whole bed while one leg was hanging down, still in your boyfriend's grip. "More space for me ehe." you rolled around the best you could.
"Hah... You really think you're allowed to relax now?" you twitched at the fury in his voice.
"Bro..." now it was his time to twitch.
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" he exclaimed, accusingly pointing his index finger at you.
"Sorry, sorry."
A tight lipped smile painted your face as you apologised without feeling any guilt. "Ack—" you yelped in surprise because Shin suddenly gripped tightly your ankle and pulled you towards him, to the edge of the bed.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch!" you cried out, leg in the air and butt hitting his own body while your shirt slid up. "That hurt..!"
"Sorry..." he murmured, eventually letting go of your leg.
"What is the uh..." you trailed off as soon as he leaned down and caged you between his arms, hands landing beside your head and waist, "w-what's the meaning of this?"
"Don't call me that." he furrowed his brows slightly, displaying his great displeasure for the title you just gave him. "Never ever."
You shuddered at that — blinking a few times before your cheeks heated up in a bright red. "You mean bro? Err sorry..." you actually expected him to be upset over you kicking him off the bed.
But it seems like you were wrong.
"Tsk, you better be sorry."
"Hey! That's not how you talk to me."
Of course you didn't tolerate his sassy attitude. Even though you're sassy yourself. Yet that does not mean he is allowed to be. "Talk how?" he leaned down, still pulling his brows together.
"Err... You're getting too close." you couldn't help but blurt that out, the heat rising to your neck.
"There is no getting too close between us. Between girlfriend and boyfriend." he whispered.
"Stop acting all nonchalant." you knitted your eyebrows, the embarrassment getting the best of you as you pressed your knee against his stomach.
"Give me a kiss."
"Huh?" your eyes softened, surprise written all over your face.
"One kiss." Shin pushed your knee off his chest, coming a little too close for you.
"No, not now." the heat of the summer got to you.
Perhaps it was the heat of your fluster.
"This kiss is supposed to be the payment for teasing me."
"I didn't even tease you! Or tried." your face reddened
"Well I don't care."
He leaned down.
"H-Hey— Mmph!"
Maybe it was your last summer.
GAKU.
"YOU are so hot." you muttered weakly under your breath.
For a second, the grey-haired guy lifted his gaze from his phone and looked at you — who woke up from your slumber and laid snuggly in his arms, almost also on his bare chest.
"Thanks. I guess?" it was a curt response before he turned back to his game.
"No, literally." your eye twitched in annoyance.
"Ah." he let out and kept smashing the buttons without a single care.
"Gaku, you're too hot."
"Weren't you the one who snuggled up to me all of a sudden? In the middle of the night?" he heaved out a sigh.
"That was last night." you frowned and put your hand over his chest to sit up. "Ack—"
And then you accidentally slipped, hand sliding across his chest and hitting his chin — forcing him to look up and tearing his attentive eyes from his screen. "Ouch, ouch, ouch..." you whined.
YOU LOST.
His screen glowed in a bright red as the letters were neatly written over his screen. "Sorry." you apologised briefly, finally getting to sit up now. "Your chest was a bit sweaty."
Gaku stared blankly at the ceiling, eyes twitching slightly. "Can you turn up the ac?" you yawned while stretching yourself, listening to your old bones cracking within your body.
"No."
"Okay..." your gaze lingered on him a little longer before you took his phone away. "Hey, are you mad or something?"
"I'm not." he didn't move yet.
"Errr okay then turn up the ac." you huffed, "please?"
"That's not how you ask for a favour."
Finally — he moved by sitting up just like you, supporting himself with his arms. "I said please." your lips curled into a sheepish smile as you backed away from him.
"I don't care."
"Get away from me. You're too close." your sheepish smile turned into a scared one while crawling backwards. "Fetch your phone!"
"But I want to fetch something else." he stayed in his place and narrowed his eyes, so slightly.
Anyone else wouldn't have noticed yet you do — of course you do. Your time and world spins around the two of you, you pick up every habit of his while he picks up every habit of yours.
"P-Phone!" you exclaimed and pointed at his long forgotten phone.
"I really gotta repeat myself, or what?" he rubbed the side of his neck.
Out of nowhere, he grasped your ankle and pulled you towards him. "What's the meaning of THIS— ACK!" you cried out as you crashed against him, getting caught by him.
"Stop struggling so much." he heaved out a sigh and wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight so you would stop squirming.
"What now!? Are you gonna squeeze me to death?" you cried and gripped his arm.
"No, but we can share warmth."
It sounds sweet without context. But you know damn right — it was too hot for that. The sunlight shone into your room and heated up the temperatures, making it uncomfortable if it weren't for the ac.
At the end, it didn't do much anyway. Gaku's body warmth? It made you sweat and weak.
"Holy cow." you breathed out, leaning against him now. "I'm sorry, okay?"
"Kind of late."
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, YOU BASTARD!" you tried to free yourself.
"You remind me of a baby." he seated you on his lap suddenly, "obnoxious and loud."
"Because of you?" you furrowed your eyebrows.
"Uh your actions lead to this." he blinked.
"Silence." you pressed your finger against his lips to shut him up.
"You can silence me any other way."
"Do you deserve it though?"
"Mmh I do."
"For this? No. But I would if you turn up the ac." you placed your hands on his shoulders and grinned, "oh! Let's buy some ice cream after this. You're paying though."
"Since when did you pay anyway?"
"Err shut up now." you leaned in.
UZUKI KEI.
"AS much as I love you... You need to keep the damn distance."
Without trying to be overly loud, you quietly tried to roll away from your boyfriend who was sleeping safe and soundly on your bed. You do love him yes. Yet, you can't handle the heat right now.
In the middle of the night even. Your ac barely works and you have to use the broken fan, which lags after every fourth second. The usual summer for you, you guess. Overly hot and not working cooling things.
You wonder why Kei still sleeps at yours despite the heat. His house is far better than your little apartment and he got a working ac even! But somehow he still finds his way into your bed.
"God." you turned your back to him and wiped the sweat away. "A little more freedom..."
A little more freedom huh? You hoped because all of a sudden, his arms find purchase around waist again as he pulled you towards him again — your back pressed against his chest.
Once again sharing warmth.
"Kei..." you whined, tears about to escape your eyes. "It's too hot."
Maybe — maybe having a comfortable sleep in summer was a far dream of yours. Perhaps it was never meant to be reached. A dream of yours. Well you can't even dream when you can't fall asleep.
"Let go..." you grasped his arms and tried to pry off his hold. "Kei."
"Mmh..."
Slowly but surely, your head snapped to his direction as you tried to shake him awake. "Wake up!" you cried out, shaking him even harder now. "...I drank all your banana milk."
Just like magic, his eyes snapped open in horror — fear clearly vivid in his expression. "H-Huh?" he blinked rapidly, even tightening the hug around your figure. "What's... wrong? What's the situation?"
"You are the situation." you felt a vein popping on your forehead.
"Did I do something wrong?" he calmed down again, face relaxing again and converting into a blank-curious one.
"No. Actually yes. Stop hugging me." you demanded, feeling his hold loosen altogether.
"Why? Did I hurt you?"
"It's too hot. And I'm sweating right now." you explained curtly, about to free yourself again.
"Oh. That's it?"
"Oof—" your back hit his chest again, his hug tight and suffocating. Again. "Hey..!"
"Good night..." he closed his eyes again.
"No! No good night! Is the good with us when I'm literally dying?" you complained and gripped his arms.
"Night then."
"This doesn't make it better!"
Multiple huffs left your lips as you closed your eyes, trying to adjust to the heat while just accepting the defeat. No wind, no salvation to the warmth, nothing. Sweat continued to form on your skin.
"Okay..." you breathed out, opening your eyes again to narrow them. "Kei. I cannot survive like this."
"Mmh..." he hummed.
It took you everything to turn around so you would face him — or rather his chest. "I love you." you whispered and pushed against him to create distance, yet that lead to him interlocking his fingers.
"I love you too."
"Asshole." you cursed under your breath, eye twitching dangerously.
"Love." he replied without hesitation.
You wriggled your way up so you two would be face to face before placing a short, sweet kiss against his nose. "W-What are you doing?" now it was his time to open his eyes, blush creeping up to his face.
"You act like we've been in a relationship for only a few week." you deadpanned.
Was he seriously flustered because of a kiss on the tip of his nose?
But that was your sign to free yourself, immediately rolling out of his loosened grip and lastly escaping the demon's hold. "Freedom..!" you sat up after that and crawled away from him — to sleep somewhere else but in this room.
"Don't go." he grasped your wrist after sitting up from the futon.
"I am..!" your lips formed a straight line, trying to make a run for it.
Keyword: trying.
"Ugh..."
Your hand landed against the wall, only centimetres away from the door. But Kei was well — too strong for you to escape. Where did he get all this strength from?
"I will die if you continue."
And with that, he pulled you down again so you'd be nicely seated on his lap plus the arms around your waist. "Let's die together." he whispered, breath hitting your neck and making you shudder.
Your hands wandered up to cup his face, taking him by surprise. "Kei, do you understand what I'm saying? Please let me go." damn right, you're trying to guilt trip him.
"U-Uh..." the heat eventually reached his neck and face.
There's no way you're dying here!
SEBA NATSUKI.
"LOVE, dear, darling, one and only, nonchalant king, rizz alpha—"
"Why are the pet names getting sillier?" he interrupted you.
"Because you're silly."
Slowly and steadily, you crawled on top of his bed and towards him, caging him between your arms and legs. "You're so cute." you grinned and stared at him from up, your eyes clashing.
"Really? You think so?" he blinked, although there wasn't much interest in his gaze.
"Mhm, you're superrrrr sweet. To me and only me." you dropped yourself again, landing on him.
"Oof..." he murmured at the impact and placed his hand over your back. "Y'know... It's too hot for cuddles."
"I don't care." you muttered, voice muffled through his shirt.
"Don't complain later on." he heaved out a sigh, knowing the outcome of all this, "I won't let go."
"Naw, is this supposed to be a threat?" you chuckled, "yes, I won't complain. I'm a big girl, you know?"
"You sure are."
Natsuki definitely wasn't wrong with his saying and also didn't lie about not letting you go. The soft rustling echoed in the room as you held onto the sheets. The warmth from his body and the summer heated up the surroundings for you.
Sweat formed on your skin and almost burned you alive. You shut your eyes tightly, brows furrowing in discomfort. "Natsuki..." you whispered, the whine not left unheard.
"[name]." he looked up to the ceiling, "what's wrong?"
You could swear — tears are almost about to escape. "You should buy an ac." you lifted your head to face him properly. "For the love to me. Please, please, please, please, please—"
"Are you going to pay me?"
"We can pay together." you smiled at him and tried to sit up again, only for him to pull you down. "Hey!"
"Hi." his lips curled into the tiniest smile, "remember when I said I wouldn't let go?"
Your expression converted into a deadpan as you wrapped your arms around his neck, moving with all your might. "Puff..." you breathed out and bit his neck.
But he didn't react much anyway, removing one of his hands from your back to pat your head. "There, there..." he comforted you, dealing with you as if you were some kind of cat biting its owner.
"Imma get your ass." you forced a chuckle.
A vein popped on your forehead, you furrowed your eyebrows and one eye twitched even. And despite all that, you forced a smile on your lips. "What's wrong?" he was still patting your head and now tilted his head to the side.
"Let go~" you sang and grabbed his wrist tightly to stop the patting.
"No way. Too comfy." he denied your plead and closed his eyes. "That's on you."
"Ugh..!" you cried and began to squirm around. "I hate you!"
"Oh sure you do."
The patting stopped before he wrapped his arms around your waist — then moving sideways which lead to you falling onto the bed. "Better?" he whispered.
"A little." your lips formed a straight line.
Well, the bed was a good change. It was untouched and cold yet. And then, your body warmth eventually heated up the cushion. "Okay... Now this got a little kick." you knitted your brows.
"Too bad..."
"What if I kill you..." you muttered weakly against him, now wrapping your arms around him.
"Land into prison, rot there for about two decades."
"Use your hand to fan me." you demanded and turned to lay on your back.
"Do it yourself."
"What a loving boyfriend." you sulked.
Nonetheless, you immediately lit up in joy as soon as he raised his hand to fan you — a small gesture, yet overly sweet in your eyes. "I love you so so so much!" you grinned.
"I know."
"What's with those cool and nonchalant replies." you gave him one side eye.
"...I love you too." he sighed out again.
"Kiss?" your finger got pressed against your own cheek.
He stared at you, your fluttering lashes and the totally innocent gleam in your eyes before giving in to your request.
Synopsis: In which you’re chill… a bit too chill for your partners understanding.
Featuring: Gaku, Yoichi Nagumo, Shin, Seba Natsuki, and GN! Reader
Note: mostly SFW with suggestive content. Mostly fluff with some angst! Thank you anon for the suggestion this was fun to write!
Gaku
You’ve been seeing eachother for about a month now, and it’s not bad so don’t get him wrong. It’s rare for him to actually care about another person especially with how much he’s liked you… but that being said he can’t tell if you feel the same.
He found it amusing at first, when you found out he was an assassin, and you just shrugged saying in a tone that’d make most think he was telling you what’s for dinner. “K.”
That’s it, there was no questions, no fear, no nothing. And he thought for sure finally someone who can appreciate not overreacting over everything would match him perfectly… in recent days it’s become slightly annoying though.
“I’m home.” He says with a yawn throwing his shoes off of course. You looked over at him, face and shirt covered in blood. You give him a look about to ask but he responded quickly. “Not mine.”
And so you nod getting back to your show. “Figured.” Thats it? He means, he’s glad you’re not some sobbing bitch on-top of him telling him he needs to stop but…. A little concern wouldn’t hurt time to time.
“Figured aye?” He replied, matching your tone as he plops on the couch. In which you comment. “You’re going to get the cushions stained, might want to take that off you comment.”
That’s what you cared about? Gaku chuckled under his breath, both amused and annoyed. Taking his bloodied shirt off sitting back down. Moving closer to you. “Better?”
You nod, scanning his torso for a moment. Which he took notice to, “like what you see?” He ask with a sly smile, his hand now drawing circles on your skin. Which you don’t seem to care for in the slightest replying.
“Nah just wanted to make sure you weren’t injured.” You reply in the same cool tone. Okay now he was slightly more annoyed, over the fact one you don’t seem to care about the proximity. And two… if you were checking if injuries it would mean you were worried right? Yet here you were with the same expression as always.
“Really? Any reason for that?” He ask looking at the TV switching it to his game lazily still drawing patterns in your shoulder. And you think for a moment before answering.
“Just know sometimes you hide stuff so figured I’d check.” And while you didn’t sound like you directly cared with that tone…. Those words did warm his heart. And that’s how it usually would go. And honestly, he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Yoichi Nagumo
To say he was confused to say the least. While Nagumo was by no means normal—I mean let’s be real he’s a freak (affectionately). But even with that he knows that your attitude wasn’t normal, not in the slightest. Maybe it was because, Nagumo was the opposite of you where he’d be overly expressive, while you well… weren’t.
“Mmmm the perfume you’re wearing is good.” He comments playfully into your neck. Which yeah, it was good but his main goal was get a reaction out of you. Just something to showed how he affected you. “Got it a few days ago, it’s my first time wearing it.”
You comment as if you could be less affected by the proximity. Hell you didn’t even play along and at least tease him by saying something like ‘I could wear it more often if you like.’ Nothing. Notta. Seriously Nagumo was wondering how the hell you guys even got together because, in the past he very rarely did relationships. And when he did… well his partner was usually more passionate.
“You know, a little thanks or blushing wouldn’t hurt you?” He teases more burying into you neck more. You open your mouth, then close it, then open it again because, you were thinking—confused. “Do you want me to thank you?”
“I wouldn’t be against it if you did.” He replies humming arms now slung around your torso, lazily leaning his weight against your back. “Or is that too much of a stretch for you?” He ask with a mock wounded expression.
And to be clear, it’s not that Nagumo hated your indifference or held it against you. He thought frankly it was quiet charming and cute, considering the fact to he’s surrounded by so many heavily emotion driven people. You’re a change of pace.
That being said… when a relationships as far in as you two you’d think there’d be atleast a little bit of vulnerability.
As the room was quiet for some time he can’t help commenting in an amused tone, though his words carried some vented weight to them. “Sometimes I wonder if you really care about me.”
“I care.” You respond in that always neutral tone of yours. And usually Nagumo isn’t one to get worked up over simple words. But god the way you…. His hands twitched as he felt his aggravation flare for a second before switching to his normal behavior. “Welllll caring a little more would be appreciated. Now I have to go bug an old friend, see you later.”
Before you could respond he’s already gone.
Shin
This man even with clairvoyance felt like he couldn’t read your thoughts. Even if they were right infront of him. He just couldn’t wrap his head around it.
Most notably today. He came over to your place later then what you guys had agreed upon, he was explaining what happened. Being caught up fighting Slur’s men and such. And what does he see in your mind as he explains. Just a single passive thought.
‘Damn I guess that means no going out to that new hotpot place…. I guess I have leftovers…’
“Seriously I’m telling you I almost died and you’re thinking about dinner?!” He ask exasperated as you reply.
“Oh, I forget you can read minds, my fault.” My fault?! Surly now you were just trying to mess with him, but as he read your mind it was like sakamoto personally punched him in the gut.
‘If he doesn’t want to eat why is he here… if he really just wanted to tell a story he could’ve sent a text.’
“Hey who says I didn’t want to eat?!” He ask in the most shin way possible adding on. “Just listen to me first then we can find somewhere to eat!”
…
And yet somehow you guys ended up ordering and getting DoorDash before he could finish his story.
Seba Natsuki
Man was this a match made in heaven for Natsuki. A partner who he didn’t have to care 24/7 for nor did they seem to care that much either? Perfect.
“Had to work overtime, can’t go out tonight.” He says as he walks into the shared living space where you reply back. “K.”
Perfect. No extra questions, no hassling, not even some kind of physical demand that he felt most were after when they tried to get with him. Finally someone who just lets him breath.
He takes a shower exhausted as he lays in bed. You join shortly after briefly commenting. “I’m going to get changed.” And so he nods. You made things easy for him, he got the comfort of a relationship and the connection of it without all the unneeded formalities.
That being said, if you asked for more… he’d be willing, just as you’d do the same. There was a mutual understanding like that between the two of you. Caring without the need to dramatize it.
Slipping into the bed next to him he turns the lamp off on his side of the bed. “Going to bed.”
In response you turn your own lamp off nodding. “K.”
Perfect.
Ngl I wanted to write more with Natsuki but I felt like it would’ve got really repetitive super fast. But he’d 10000% love a more laidback partner then one up in his space imo considering how much is already demanded from himmmmm
Also SORRY ABOUT NAGUMO’S I didnt reallly think it was like super angsty or anything until I reread it and near the end I was like ‘damn I feel bad for the guy :’<' (I want to say canonically I don’t think Nagumo would ever be vulnerable like that given the context or atleast in the way I wrote it but….)
But yeah hoped yah’ liked it it’s my first anon request on this account so I hoped I did well, as always like/reblog/comment and see you next post (hopefully)!
How Sakamoto Days characters handle you being scared of them because of their job
Characters: Shin Asakura, Yoichi Nagumo, Seba Brothers, Gaku, Heisuke Mashimo
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A/N: Hope you like this one OwO
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~~Shin Asakura~~
When you pull away from him with that wide-eyed fear, it hits him like a ton of bricks. He hears it in your thoughts before you even speak it. “He's dangerous... what if he snaps?"
Shin freezes. His heart pounds, not because you’re wrong—he has killed people—but because you’re terrified of him, not what he’s done. That distinction shatters something inside.
“You think I’d ever hurt you?” he asks softly, voice cracking a little as he gently lowers his hand, like even touching you would confirm your fears.
He gives you space. Too much space. For days, he barely meets your gaze, too afraid of what he’ll hear in your mind again.
Eventually, he breaks, sitting outside your room like some kicked puppy. “I’ve done terrible things,” he admits. “But if I could hear just one thought from you where you trusted me again… I’d do anything for that.”
When you finally reach out, saying, “I just needed time to process,” he leans into your touch like a dying man given water. He whispers, “Then take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.”
He’ll never stop being protective—but he’s more careful now, more open. And when you finally kiss him, hands trembling, he doesn’t read your mind. He wants to feel your trust the human way.
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~~Yoichi Nagumo~~
He laughs it off at first. “You scared of me? Babe, I’m the guy who brings you takeout and clips your cat’s nails.”
But when you flinch at the sound of his knife clicking open, everything stops. His expression drops like a mask falling away.
“You know, I pretend a lot,” he says, almost too casually. “Happy-go-lucky, pretty-boy hitman. But pretending you’re not afraid of me? That one really hurt.”
He disappears for a day or two. Not because he’s angry, but because he needs to figure out if being in your life is actually hurting you more than helping.
When he comes back, it’s late. Rain clings to him. He crawls into your bed fully clothed, laying next to you with his back to yours. “I never wanted you to see that part of me,” he murmurs. “But if you’d rather see the truth than love a lie, I’ll show you everything.”
He opens up like never before. About his past, about how much of it he regrets, about how every time he holds a blade. He thinks of what he could lose.
And when you finally touch his face and say, “I trust you,” his smirk returns, slower this time. “Then I’ll treasure that trust because you have no idea how much it matters to me."
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~~Natsuki Seba~~
He gets quiet—scary quiet—when you recoil from his smile after hearing a story about one of his past missions.
“So it’s finally come to this, huh?” he says, pulling off his glasses and cleaning them slowly. “The moment when you realize I’m a monster.”
But there’s no bite in his voice—just exhaustion. He’s used to being seen as a weapon, a tool, a successful test subject. But he thought you saw him as human.
He doesn’t beg. Doesn’t plead. Just... slowly starts building walls. Talking to you only when necessary, pulling all-nighters again, isolating himself in data and chemicals.
When you confront him, saying, “I was scared, not disgusted,” he doesn’t believe you. Not at first. “You wouldn’t be the first to lie to me,” he mutters.
You finally break through when you patch up a wound he didn’t even ask you to touch. “You’re still you,” you whisper. And he grabs your wrist—hard—not to stop you, but because he’s shaking.
That night, he kisses you like a dying man. Desperate, soft, and scared. “If I scare you again,” he says, forehead pressed to yours, “tell me. I’d rather break myself apart than lose you.”
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~~Mafuyu Seba~~
It’s a knife to the chest when you say, “I don’t know who you are anymore.” And Mafuyu just… smiles. Like he was expecting this.
“You were the one good thing I didn’t have to earn,” he says coldly. “Guess I got that wrong too.”
He shuts down completely. Barely sleep. Doesn’t text. You find his coat on your couch like he meant to come home but couldn’t.
The worst part? He wants to fix it. But he doesn’t know how. He was raised on logic and rules—emotions are messy, unpredictable. Dangerous. For the longest time, he never even had the guts for skin-to-skin contact. You were the first person to jump over the high walls.
So you break the silence first. You find him slumped over a desk, staring at a photo of you two. “Were you ever going to come back?”
“I was scared I’d break something that mattered,” he admits, looking up with raw eyes. “I don’t know how to be loved and feared at the same time.”
You hold him close and say, “Then let’s figure it out together.” His kiss is shaky, tender, and terrified. “I’ll make myself better,” he promises.
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~~Gaku~~
He’s not surprised when you back away. He saw the fear in your eyes the moment he told you the truth.
“You thought I was just some weird, messy guy with a sharp tongue,” he mutters. “Turns out I’m also a trained killer. Surprise.”
He doesn’t beg or apologize. He just leaves. Ghosts you. The type of silence that tastes like blood and old memories.
You find him again by accident, nursing a busted lip in an alley. “Why didn’t you say goodbye?” you ask.
“Because I knew you’d try to stop me,” he replies, not meeting your eyes. “And I couldn’t watch you look at me like that again.”
You walk up and cup his jaw, thumb brushing his bruise. “You scare me,” you admit. “But I still love you.” That’s when he breaks, he hides his face in your shoulder and just breathes, like it’s the first real breath he’s taken in days.
Later that night, his touch is rough but reverent. He kisses your scars and his own. “If you ever want out,” he says, “I’ll let you go. But until then—I’m yours, even if I don’t deserve it.”
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~~Heisuke Mashimo~~
He tries to joke it off. “I mean, who hasn’t accidentally blown something up, right?” But when you don’t laugh, he realizes this is serious.
His heart drops. “You think I’d hurt you?” he says, so softly it breaks your heart. “I’ve never even raised my voice at you.”
He spirals hard. Convinces himself you’re better off without him, that he’s too reckless, too unstable. He starts sleeping in his van again.
The guilt eats at him. You hear him muttering in his sleep—begging for forgiveness, apologizing to you, to the people he's failed.
You sat down next to him one night and said, “If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t be here.” He just stares at you like you’re some miracle he doesn’t deserve.
He hugs you too tightly. Buries his face in your neck like you’re his only anchor. “Please don’t be scared of me,” he whispers. “I’d rather blow myself up than hurt you.”
That night, he’s surprisingly tender. Fumbling, awkward, but passionate. “I’m yours,” he says between kisses. “Just tell me what to fix and I’ll do it.”
SYNOPSIS; Jealousy burns, and he buries it deep inside you.
FEAT; nagumo. natsuki. shin. gaku. x fem!reader (seperate)
TAGS; MDNI! explicit content. dirty talk. breeding kink. semi-public(nagumo) rough sex. possesive guys.size k!nk. mind-reading in Shins. praise. public s€x, feral Gaku, biting in gakus, mean praise in gakus. doggy in gakus. hair pulling in gakus. mating press in shins.
A/N; got so many request for the sakadays men so here y'all go ^^ went overboard with gaku ngl... oopsie^^
NAGUMO YOICHI ꩜ Reminder!
You should've known better.
The guy you were working with on a mission— friendly enough, harmless and too handsy. You felt it when his fingers brushed your wrist a little too long, when he laughed a little too loud at your joke. And you played into it, not trying to ruin the mood.
But Nagumo saw. He saw everything.
It didn't take long for him to interfere, claiming he had some 'buisness' to talk to you about. In private.
And he sure did.
So now here you are, shoved into a dark storage closet, door clicking shut behind you. Your back hits the wall, and before you can speak, his mouth is on yours. His teeth catch your lip, tongue forcing past yours like he owns every part of you. Because he does.
"Havin' fun flirting out there?" he growls into your mouth, voice dangerously low, already pushing your jacket off your shoulders. "You like his attention that much? Wanna fuck him instead?"
"G-gumo— Nooo, I just—"
His hand wraps around your throat, not tight, just enough to shut you up.
"Nahhh," he breathes, sickening grin stretching across his lips. "You don't get to say my name like that. Not after that."
He’s on his knees before you can blink, tongue dragging through your folds with messy, unhinged precision. You cry out, hips bucking, but his grip on your thighs is iron clad.
"Did this on purpose, huh? Gettin' all wet seein' me get jealous and shit." he hisses, licking through your slick folds, stoping right at your clit to drag devastating circles on it like he's trying to devour the taste of someone else's presence. "Fuckin' minx."
You barely choke out a whimper before two fingers slide into you, curling just right at your sweetspot. He watches your face, your mouth fall open and your legs tremble. And then he pulls away, standing, dragging his hard cock out in a haste, dripping with pre.
"Gonna make you regret it." he growls, lining himself up and thrusting in deep. Your back arches violently, a scream tearing out of your throat as he buries himself to the hilt, massive girth stretching you to your limit.
"Now that's right," he snarls, hips snapping forward again, and again, and again. "Cat caught your tongue now, hmm?"
Your head slams back against the wall with every thrust, and Nagumo just grins like a savage, jealousy brewing him to the core.
"Feel's good?" he pants, leaning in to lick at your throat before sinking his fangs into your flesh. " Yeahhh, no one else can fuck you like this."
You sob his name, clinging to his shoulders, legs wrapped tight around his waist as he fucks you harder, meaner.
"Gonna cuh-cum in you," he groans, cracking as your velvet grip tightens mercilessly around his thick, throbbing cock. His hips twitch, cock swelling. "And yer' gonna take it. Every fuckin'. drop. Wan' you so full of me you leak all over your fucking panties when we get outta here."
You clench around him at those words, your walls fluttering like a desperate pulse, wringing him for more. He feels every twitch, every flutter and groans deep, fucking into it harder, chasing the squeeze like a drug. "Yeahhh, that's it. Love it when 'm rough with you, huh? When I fuck you dumb with your fuckface of a college right behind that door?"
"M-mhmmm! Please gumo'! Wan' it inside!"
You sob, nodding frantically, voice echoing down the tight walls. Your moans are filthy, unhinged, bouncing off the lockers.
If that bastard outside didn't hear the obscene sounds from your quivering cunny, he surely did now with your desperate moaning pleas.
He kisses you, teeth clashing and thrusts deep one final time before whining into your mouth. His hips jerk as he cums inside you, hot and thick, flooding you so deep your whole body shudders.
You're still trembling as he's still panting against your lips when he pulls back just enough to look down between you, watching with heavy-lidded eyes as your pussy grips around his still-pulsing cock. His angry, swollen tip twitches once, twice, spurting the last lazy drips of cum right against your cervix.
" Messy fuckin' girl," he murmurs, smug smile on his lips after a breathless chuckle. "Might need to stuff it back in, cutie. Can’t have you leaking now, can we?"
His cum's starting to seep out slow and thick around his base, your thighs slick with it. He rolls his hips once more before pulling out, sliding his finger through your folds for one last tease before he slides your panties back into place.
You whimper, body slack and trembling against the wall, barely held up by his weight. He presses a possessive kiss to your temple followed by a devilish grin.
"Hope that fucker hears every step you limp past him," he murmurs,
"Or maybe I should make sure he knows. Bend you over rightttt infront of him. How 's that sound, pretty?"
SEBA NATSUKI ꩜ The Right Way!
You were just being nice. Really.
The new tech specialist had an impressive setup, and all you did was praise him for his good work! Okay, maybe you even smiled at him. But only once!
But apparently once too much for your sweet Natsuki.
You didn't notice Natsuki staring from across the room, his eyes them cold and calculating, just waiting patiently for everyone to leave the workshop to finally strike.
You see, Natsuki is quiet, reserved. Yeah sure, he's one to get jealous easily but he never really showed it to you, sucking it up somehow. But seeing you oggle over another man's work when he's right there? Nuh uh. Not on his watch.
Now you’re still in the workshop. With Natsuki. Alone.
His hands are trembling, but not from nerves, from restraint.
"You like his stuff," he mutters, throwing his gloves off and onto— somewhere with a little too much momentum. "Prolly think he's sooo smart, huh? Smarter than me?"
"Natsuki," you whisper, stepping closer, eyes scrunched in embarassment, "That’s not what I—"
Well, it's too late now.
He's on you in seconds, his hand pushing your head with force, smashing his lips on yours eagerly. Then he spins you around, bending you over his workbench, pushing your chest against cold metal as he tears your pants down in one clean motion.
"I don't like you talkin' all sweet with some rando like that." he hums, voice dangerously close to a growl. “Am I not enough for you?”
"O-of course you are, baby! Why would you—"
Oh.
He's jealous.
You gasp as his fingers slide between your thighs, lingering over the dampend spot on your panties, taking in a sharp breath.
"Don't tell me this is turning you on, baby?"
He's in disbelief, really. You like this? You like him going crazy and possesive over you?
Quick, he gets rid of your panties, shoves his pants down and frees his aching cock, gliding his thick and angry head through your folds.
You glance back over your shoulder, wiggling your hips desperatly, but he grabs your hips and pulls you flush against him.
"Nahhh. Don't do shit now." he says under his breath, nails digging into your hips as he pushes his tip past your clenching hole. "Own it, baby."
Then he thrusts in, inch by inch, stretching you so far your legs begin to shake to a close, only for his rough hand to slap at your thigh in warning.
You cry out, hands gripping the edge of the table, nails clawing at the metal. His cock stretches you open so deliciously, dragging against every nerve, pushing deeper and deeper with angry, dedicated thrusts, causing your body to rock up and down up and—
"Fuckkk," he groans, clutching your waist with an iron grip. "Nasty fuckin' pussy. So wet I can barely stay in. You hear that?” he growls, emphasizing each word with a thrust so sharp it knocks the breath from your lungs.
Then he pulls out obscenely, until just the swollen tip teases your entrance before he slams back in hard, making the table creak violently beneath you.
Again.
And again.
And again— each thrust more savage than the last, shaking the whole room. You're drooling moans now, slurring his name between cries, face pressed to the cold surface, legs barely able to hold you up.
"Take it," he spits through gritted teeth, bending over you to growl in your ear, hot breath skimming your neck as his hand slides down to rest at your ass. "Fuckin' take it, baby. L-look at you, takin' it like a good girl. Remind me, who's good girl are you, huhhh?"
" 'M yours!” you sob, voice cracking as another thrust punches it out of you. "Fuh-fuck! I’m yours, yoursyoursyours—!"
"Oh yeah? Mine? Mine. Mineminemine—" he hisses, licking a stripe up your jaw before biting down on your shoulder. "Want the whole fuckin' building to know."
"Gonna fill you up sooo good," he growls, voice ragged with the effort of restraint he's rapidly losing. "Wanna watch it drip out—no— Nonono, gonna push it back in. Can't let it go to w-waste."
Your walls flutter around him and he chokes on a gasp, hips jerking uncontrollably, slaps of his body against yours grows harder, faster, obscene in its rhythm.
"Gonna take it?" he pants, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he drives into you. "Yeahhh, you are. My beautiful baby 's gonna let me pump her cute cunny full, right?"
You sob, fingers scrambling for purchase on the workbench, knocking over instruments, papers, anything in reach, but none of it matters. All you can feel is him, him, him— thick and relentless cock splitting you open, forcing itself so deep inside you feel him everywhere.
"God, l-look at you," he groans, sweat dripping from his jaw as he bends over you. "All mine— made for me."
His hand slides beneath your stomach, pressing down firmly, and your eyes roll back as the pressure makes you feel every inch of him even more.
"O-ohhhh it's comin'— 'm gonna f-fill you up," he snarls, voice deep and frayed, "Gonna walk out of here soooo full, baby. Yeahhh, yeahyeahyeah— fuh-fuckkk!"
Then he cums with a shuddering moan so loud, wrecked and unfiltered, slamming in one last time and staying buried, loud squelch! resounding from your stuffed hole. His cock's twitching deep inside as he spurts thick ounces into you with no end.
Wet heat pulses in waves as his seed floods you, and he holds your hips in a bruising grip, trying, begging to keep every drop inside. He trembles against your back, breath hot on your neck, whole body tight with the effort of not collapsing.
His chest heaves against your back, and when he finally speaks again, it's a murmur, a soft confession that slides straight into your bones. His hands caressing your whole body, placing a kiss to your trembling lips before pulling them with his teeth teasingly.
"You're allll mine now, baby."
And in that moment, still stretched wide around him, filled to the brim, trembling,
You know he's right.
ASAKURA SHIN ꩜ No One Like ME!
You knew what you were doing.
Flirting just a little, laughing a little too much at some random guy's dumb joke. Shin sat across the table, arms crossed, pretending to scroll his phone, but you could feel the tension coming off him in waves.
And the second you thought, Maybe I should make him jealous,
His eyes bore into you, intense glare sending a shiver down your spine.
You're fucked.
You didn't even get a warning. Just a sharp tug on your wrist the second you stepped into your shared apartment. He's quick to slam your back slammed into the wall, his lips crushing against yours, "You think you're sooo fuckin' funny, huh?"
"Shin—"
"Thought I wouldn't notice? Thought I didn't hear that?" He grabs your chin, tilting your face up, harsh. "Everyyy thought in that pretty little head of yours wanted to make me jealous." His hand trails down your body, sliding between your thighs, and he smirks when he feels the moist spot right at the center of your thin panties.
"Got off onto it, hm?" And before you can even try to bring up an excuse, he grasps your chin to look him right in the eye. "Don't even try to lie, pretty."
You gasp as he lifts you up and carries you to the bedroom, manhandling you onto the bed like you weigh nothing.
"You're not going anywhere," he's stripping fast, cock slapping against his abs leaking pre from his blushed tip, and your breath hitches at the sight. "You're not even gonna fuckin' think of anyone else by the time I'm done with ya."
In one rough motion, he yanks your clothes off, tearing fabric without care until you're bare and spread beneath him. He grabs your thighs, forcing them open and climbing between them with unsatiable haste. His cock slides against your soaked folds, head teasing your slit, spreading slick with every slow, deliberate drag of his.
"Tell me what you're thinking right now," he demands, eyes sharp, refusing to use his mind reading on you right now. "And don't lie. I'll fuck the truth outta ya."
"Y-you, Shin—"
You barely get the words out before he slams in with one brutal thrust, tip hitting your sweetspot on the spot loud squelches of your juices not going unnoticed by him.
Back arching, legs wrapping around his waist like instinct. His forearms cage your head as he watches every reaction, reading every twitch of thought in your brain.
He's desperate, so damn desperate for you to have your whole attention only on him, no one else.
Because before Shin is jealous, he's afraid.
Afraid of losing the only thing he can't replace.
"That's better," he pants, voice cracking under the weight of something bigger than lust. “Thinkin' about how full I make you, yeah? Thinkin' about m-me, baby— fuckkkk."
You sob beneath him, the pleasure white-hot, your fingers clawing at his back like you’re afraid he’ll vanish if you don’t hold on tight enough.
He grabs your thigh and shoves your knees to your chest, folding you into a mean mating-press, shoving his cock deeper and deeper into you like he's trying to mold your insides to the shape of him.
"You think he'd do this to you?" he spits, sweat dripping onto your chest. "Think he'd wreck you like I do? Make you forget your own fuckin' name?"
He grabs your thigh and shoves your knees to your chest, folding you up and fucking deeper than should be possible. Like he’s trying to mold your insides to the shape of him.
"Say it," he snarls, breath hitching as your walls flutter around him. "Say you want me to fill you, that n-no one else gets to— no one else can."
"P-please, Shin— wan' your cum, want you—"
That's all it takes.
He lets out a guttural moan, almost a sob, slamming into you one final time, burying himself to the hilt as he spills ropes of thick white cum inside you. You feel it— all of it, thick and hot and so much it feels like your body can't take it, your walls milking him even as you whimper from the overstimulation.
He stays pressed against you, panting harshly against your mouth, cock still twitching deep inside. His whole body trembles with the aftershocks, not just of orgasm, but relief.
"Can't lose you, baby. D-don't do that again. Ever. Please."
You barely process the words before he's kissing your neck again, jaw tight, his voice trembling as he ruts his cum deeper into you.
"Love you— s-sooo much. My everything, my pretty baby."
His cock twitches again, nestled girth still stretching you like he's daring your body to forget.
And just like that his body moves again without him even realizing, desperatly ramming into you like some feral mutt, your shivering walls clinging to his quivering cock.
"I g-gotta", he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear,
"Gotta make sure— h-hahhh— make sure you know how much I love ya'."
GAKU ꩜ FERAL!
The guy at the bar leaned in too close, hand brushing your waist like he had any right. You tried to pull back—but it didn't matter. Gaku's already seen enough.
Now you're shoved up against a cracked tile wall in the bar's grimy back bathroom, panties pushed aside, dress bunched up around your waist, his teeth sinking into your neck.
"Mine," he growls, voice rough and ragged as his cock slams into you from behind, hard and unrelenting. “Fuckin' mine."
You gasp, the air punched from your lungs with each savage thrust. Your hands scramble for purchase on the sink, but it's no use, he's already got a fist in your hair, yanking your head back until your spine arches and your vision blurs.
"You think I didn't see that little bitch touch you?" he snarls against your ear, rage laced with lust. "You think I'd let that shit slide?"
All you can give him is a wrecked moan, body jerking from the force of his thrusts. He's so deep it feels like your guts are being rearranged, his fat head now prodding at your cervix. Your legs tremble, knees nearly buckling with every slam of his hips righttt against your gushing spot. The sink creaks dangerously beneath you, mirror fogging from the heat of your breath and his fury.
He doesn't stop. He can't.
“Wearing that tight little dress, being all giggly and shit—you wanted someone to try something, didn't you?" He bites down on your shoulder, and he couldn't give less of a fuck if someone outside hears your obscene cries. "Riled me up just so ya get dicked down? Could've js' told me instead but nahhhh," one hars thrust sends you surging forward, a cracked moan errupting from you, "Ya wanted to drive me fuckin' crazy."
You sob his name in a broken whimper, tears streaking your cheeks from the sheer intensity, from how fucking good it feels to be taken like this.
But Gaku's long gone. Whatever restraint he had snapped the moment someone else laid a hand on what was his.
"Yeahhh," he growls, hand sliding between your thighs, rubbing harsh, fast circles over your clit. "Cry for me, c'mon. Let everyone know who's fucking you this good."
Your whole body seizes up, pussy clasping around his girth as he ruts into you like a beast, cock throbbing with every thrust.
"Ya feel that?” he pants, hips never slowing as his hand sneaks up to press down onto your tummy, groaning as he feels his cock slide in and out in and out— "That's alllll me, baby."
You can barely speak, just whimpers, gasps, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing off the walls.
And then he slows, hips grinding deep, cock nestled against your cervix. It's too big, too much, making you shake against the trembling sink.
"Gonna breed you right here," he hisses, licking the sweat off your neck like a man starved. "You want that, baby? Want me to fill you so full it fuckin' sticks?"
"Y-Yes—Gaku! Please!—need it soooo bad—"
He snarls like a beast and slams into you one final time, cock buried to the root as he cums—hard. His hips jerk as pulse after pulse of cum floods your insides. It's so much that it spills out around his cock, dripping down your legs before he's even finished.
You're still gasping when he leans in and licks your tears off your cheek, smirking against your ear.
"Next time you flirt," he says, shifting his hips slowly, grinding in again just to make sure you feel every last drop,
hihiiii! i’d like to request a smut nsfw for the boys of sakamoto days (especially with Nagumo, Natsuki, Shin, and Gaku) where the reader (preferably fem reader) asked if they could do the intimate deed raw for the first time, after always only doing it with protection prior?? thankiess for writing it!! 🫶🏻
Raw. Next question?
Synopsis: You ask the Sakadays men to do it with you raw for the first time. How do they react and treat you thereafter?
Cw: unprotected sex, creampie, established relationships, use of pet names, overstimulation, cursing, cockwarming, teasing, fem!sub!reader, NSFW under the cut.
Shin Asakura
He can hardly believe this is happening. When you stopped him from ripping open another condom, he freezes. It takes him a long while before he even processes your words.
He'll quickly 'recover' and try to keep calm. To ensure and maximise your comfort, he'll definitely push to be top. But, if you can convince him, who is he to say no to your whims. Eventually, you just settle on you riding him. You get to control your pace and he gets to assist with his hands on your waist.
Either way, he's so careful for the first time. It borders on teasing. He genuinely wants to make sure you're ready to take him.
What he doesn't realise is that his lengthy foreplay also seems to draw his patience razor-thin. His cock is just straining and throbbing and he can barely take it anymore. So when he finally slips in— after what feels like hours— he bursts.
I kid you not, getting it in is what does him over. And he is mortified, to say the least. The colour drains from his face and he's going still. He'll just pull back, still in shock. You just kinda stare at each other while he's softening inside you. He'll bury his face in your chest and start kidding and muttering all sorts of apologies. Poor thing, his fingers are even shaking where they cradle your waist.
"Shit, I'm so sorry. I didn't think— Fuck... I'll make it up to you, just please give me a sec."
In his refraction period, he's trailing his hands over your body. He doesn't mind if you do the same. In fact, he's glad when you do— it gets him hard. Which is exactly what he needs right now. He obviously got you off when he at least partly recovered.
Do not bring it up to him again. Or do, you'll be rewarded with a very flustered expression.
Afterward, he's working hard. This will never happen again. (It might, but let him dream.)
Yoichi Nagumo
Oh, he's elated.
You'd be smack bang in the middle of it, when you both realise that the box in the drawer is completely empty. Freaks. He'll jokingly ask if you're willing to let him in raw and when you positively respond? Oh, hell yeah!
He's definitely teasing you, worse than usual— poking and prodding wherever he sees fit, lathering your juices and his saliva everywhere, grinding on you just to get a reaction out of you. He ramps up the pleasure to just above what you can handle before dropping to a near stop. The snickering that follows after every whine of yours is agitating. And then, he narrates everything.
The tight hug of your walls on his dick, the embarrassingly squelch with every thrust, all the way down to the feel of you; nothing is left unsaid. He refuses to shut up. Even if you clamp a hand over his mouth, he'll either lick, bite, pin your hands over your head and out his way or just get obnoxiously louder. What he does really is a dice roll. Despite being rightfully embarrassed by his narration, you're still turned on by it. Somehow.
"Ngh... look at that. Pretty pussy's just starving for me, isn't she? Just gobbling my cock right up— Hah! Just lay there and keep taking it."
He's messy with it. Keeping you slick for him, dumping load after load into you, biting and licking and your skin wherever possible. And don't get me started on his moans. Ringing right in your ears— shameless and obscene.
Don't be fooled by his cheeky grin, limitless stamina and sparky remarks. He's just as affected by this as you. You're even softer and warmed than he'd initially imagined. His brain is practically turning to mush— he's just not willing to show it. If you look closely at his ears or deeply into the pitch black of his iris, his real feelings are soon revealed. You'll notice a red tint on the tips and the dilation of his pupils. Clear giveaways.
Natsuki Seba
Oh.
Oh, he's genuinely freaking out! You're willing to take that step? With him? Sure, he supposes. He sincerely doubts that it'll change much about the experience, but he's happy that you trust him enough to take him without protection.
Since he doesn't see anything particularly special about this, he doesn't change much in the routine. Foreplay is the same. His hands follow the same trails, blazing a path for his lips. He'll still grind up against you, just as he always does. Sure, the both of you notice the slight stutter in his hips when he finally gets to feel just how wet you are. But he chalks it up to it being a new experience for him. With this in mind, he's slipping in without a second thought.
And oh, he never expected it to feel this good. For a moment, his brain short-circuits. Complete sensory overload. Give him a minute. Sure, he'd already felt you up with his fingers. But nothing could've prepared him for the real deal. You're just too wet— much wetter than he thought he could handle.
"Ah... Shit— sorry, sorry. Didn't think you'd feel so wet, baby. Gimme a second."
Once he has his brain, that's when he gets to work. It starts off the same as usual— measured thrusts that seem the slightest bit more heavy than usual. That's not solely blamed on the lack of protection, but Natsuki himself too. His mind and body feel heavier than usual and his movements reflect that.
Either way, he tries not to let it get in the way too much. You love and trust him— he's not going to make you regret that. But don't be too surprised when this becomes a routine.
Gaku
Mr "nonchalant..."
He'll give a low hum and shrug off his clothes with a black expression. Though, you'll notice a small glimmer in his eye. Almost as if he was waiting for you to just ask. And low-key?
He was! The whole thing of wrapping himself up has been lowkey peeving him for a little while now. He has been waiting for the millisecond you finally wanted as much of him as he does you. Though, he does get your caution, when it comes to sex.
But who cares about all that when he finally has everything he has ever wanted in this very moment. And he is definitely taking advantage of this opportunity.
Foreplay is the same. Mostly. You can tell that he's doing what he is very impatiently preparing you. If he had it his way, he'd skip all this and get to the good part. But he needs you ready and open, so he'll hold back. For now.
Somehow, he's even greedier — rougher than what he usually is. His usual sucks and bites burn deeper into your skin. His hands, course as they are, dig into your skin. Clothes are torn and haphazardly discarded.
Sure, he's not just stuffing himself into you, but he's not kind in his motions either. You're being bent into as many positions as can be managed, taking every brutal thrust and every heavy load that follows after.
"Nuh-uh! You don't get to run from me, bunny. You got to have your fun, so let me have some too."
There doesn't seem to be an end. He's nice enough to satisfy you first— get you nice and soaked on his fingers and cock until you're trembling. Then, it's his turn. And he is going to make sure to gets his fill.
Aftercare is good enough. You'll be practically passed out by then, so he's the one doing most of the work. But like, what's new? There'll be light massages and water before he cuddles up to you and makes you cockwarm him to sleep.
Shishiba
He'll act like this isn't a big deal, but he's genuinely freaking out. You already bring him close to unravelling at a mere graze of the skin against his. The condoms have been saving his dignity. He still barely managed to hold off and walk away like the cool, collected man he wants you to believe he is.
The heck is he supposed to do now????
It's not like he'll deny you. How could he? You're his angel. And whatever his angel wants, his angel shall receive. So he goes slow. Almost painfully so.
Yes, he wants you to be comfortable and ready. But he's also stalling for time. The longer he drags you on, the more time he has to psych himself up and not make a fool of himself.
When he finally does slip in, it's done with a kiss and intense eye contact. His hands cradle your face and waist. He's careful when he does it. Again, an act to distract himself.
He starts off slow and controlled— measured thrusts, passionate kisses, softly whispered sweet nothings in your ear. It's pleasurable, yes, but simply not enough. He's there, but not exactly hitting as precisely as he should be. So when you tug at his golden locks and plead with him to pick up the pace, he can only groan in response.
"Please, angel, don't make this harder than what it needs to be. I'm already struggling as is."
He'll still do as you ask, don't worry. He'd fulfill any wish. Including his cum inside you. Since this moment is warm and tender moment needs an equally as comforting ending.
a/n: Getting back on the grind of sifting through my requests. Yes, they've been closed for a long time and yes, I've been slowly widdling away at them during that time.
That being said, back on the actual drabble. It has been SO long since I've written anything remotely smutty, so I apologise if this wasn't as good as usual. Also added Shishiba because I missed writing for him.🤧
Finished this while playing the new Sumeru quest. Genuinely some of Genshin's best works. (That's not saying much, but whatever 🤷🏽♀️)
