Dove's notes: guess who finally caught up with SakaDays *rubs hands* This is just a lil treat lmao. The fandom may be dead, but my horniness shall live on forever.
☆ Gaku
You on top, always.
Gaku has the monstrous strength to tear a person in half with his bare hands. A well built body with a broad back, strong arms and firm abs that are probably harder than any wall you could hit. Everything about him is made of sharp edges and rough. If he wanted, he could have you positioned in ways you can't even begin to imagine without breaking sweat and it goes without saying that your stamina pales in comparison to his. Yet, all that often goes to waste because of his listless nature.
Of course he may be tempted to do whatever sometimes, but by default this guy is just not eager about taking control when things are on, what he calls, “easy mode”. That's why you often end up on top, doing all the hard work while he sits there amused as hell. Oh yeah, he knows.
"Why should I move? This is nice." He cocked his head to the side, a smug glint in those sharp red eyes. His hands coming to rest behind his head while he watched you struggle to stay upright as your knees grew progressively weaker the longer this game went on. Only when you're ready to tap out is when those arms would wrap themselves around your middle and his hips would snap upwards into you. Everyone loves bonus rounds.
Heavy.
This man can be compared to a large dog that still believes is a puppy. Gaku forgets how big he is when he's around you— He literally turns off his brain completely and just follows his instincts, even more than usual. He will drop on top of you when you're sitting on the couch with no warning, letting out a heavy and quite overly dramatic long sigh. Of course he notices a short moment later when you're on the brink of suffocation, but it's not as it's a completely bad thing. After all, he's never gotten any complaints about his weight when his chest is pressing down onto your back, hitting deep into your hungry little cunt while one of his arms is secured around your head.
Fingering for life.
The fact that he's skilled with his hands is no secret, but he has a borderline obsession with fingering you. He will keep your legs spread on the bed with his own while the long and calloused digits hit deep into your gummy walls, dragging out the cutest sounds from you as you came for the third time. Or was it forth? Honestly he doesn't care to keep track. To him all that matters is that adorable dazed expression on your face and the whimpers he would swallow right up when he leans down to kiss your lips, leaving your mind spinning.
69 or 88? both, obviously.
His personality can be rather fickle, which also includes his sex drive. Gaku is not particularly obsessed with mouthjobs in general— Receiving or giving. Of course he enjoys it in the right place and time, but more often than not it's not his go to.
Though, like mentioned before, he's very fickle. Especially so once the two of you get together officially because then he is about as capricious as a spoiled child.
"Don't squirm," He would have the audacity to protest like he was handling just another idle inconvenience and wasn't nose deep into your cunt. Gaku had flipped you around while the two of you were in the middle of making out and without warning all he told you was to "stay still" and then got right to work.
"I can't concentrate if you keep wiggling so much." His breath when he sighed so close to you caused shivers to run through your spine. He may not be the biggest fan of the mess, but he absolutely adores the way your body reacts to him.
★ Asakura Shin
Baby, won't you hold me a little closer?
A loverboy through and through. From the puppy love stage to the blushing while holding hands. Non-sexual intimacy is very important for Shin and this aspect of him will follow during sex.
One of his hands will always be intertwined with yours, regardless— It's not only to calm you down, but himself as well. When he has you pinned under him and things start to get a little heated one of his hands would naturally slip to hold yours while the other cradled your cheek. The subtle squeezes to make sure you're still okay and vise versa is a wordless communication just for the two of you.
Another small thing he loves to do is nuzzling. When you're both close to cumming he'd press his forehead against yours, a string of "Mn...love you, I love you s'much-" whispered between groans while his fingers tightened around yours.
Call it beginner's luck!
This man is 1000% a virgin. Perhaps he had a single girl that got close enough to steal a kiss or two, but it's highly unlikely he actually went beyond that.
Not to fret, however. First timer as he may be, Shin is not as all over the place as one would assume. His mind reading comes in handy for times like this, but that's not what puts him at ease— It's the agreement of always being honest with each other. It was decided much before romance was on either of your minds and is of upmost importance for him.
"I...I've got no idea where to go from here." He'd laugh nervously, his eyes glancing at you with a blush on his cheeks. "So, if you want me to do something specific or don't like something you gotta tell me, got it?" He added with a bit more assertiveness in his voice.
And well, yeah maybe he does abuse his Esper abilities a little bit to make sure everything goes smoothly, but the majority of it? Purely him. Sex wouldn't be immediate once in a relationship so Shin had all the time he needed to learn about the little sweet spots everywhere else on your body and just what pace you enjoyed the most. Virgin as he may be, he's not clueless!
A lil' needy...
Sex is nice and all, but makeout sessions is where Shin really shines.
Everything is so new and overwhelming in the best way possible— All he knows is that he wants to run his hands everywhere, anywhere, and never pull his mouth off yours. That desperation shows quite obviously too because of the damp spot his throbbing, leaking boner would make on his sweatpants. Not that he would have any time to notice, too busy pulling you closer to fit your hips snuggly with his and letting out a pathetic gasp when he pressed his clothed cock agaisnt your panties because Oh god, he severly underestimated how good this would feel.
His hands would intertwine with yours, pinning them next to your head while rutting into you, a mess of wet sounds and weak groans breaking the endless strings of kisses. He can't even tell which thoughts in his head are his, but that's fine since both of you are feeling good.
☆ Nagumo Yoichi
Between a rock and a hard place.
Against the wall, on the desk, against the window, on the floor— Something about flat surfaces just seem to lure Nagumo in like a siren.
Because of his size Nagumo just loves teasing anyone smaller than him, which gets twice as bad in the bedroom. Towering over you when you're stuck between him and anything that makes escaping impossible tickles him so good.
"Ah ah. Didn't I already tell you not to turn around?" The playful scolding is whispered into one of your ears as his free hand easily entrapped both of your wrists behind your back, keeping your chest pressed against the cold wall of the meeting room. "Such a bad listener, seriously..." He sighed woefully, tragic really, were not for the obscene sounds of his hips thrusting relentlessly into your wet pussy.
Liar, liar, pants on fire?!
One word: Roleplaying.
This man loooooooves a good role-play and he will get super into it. I'm talking you give him an inch and he will take you for a ride around the globe. There's absolutely no "cringiness" about it either— If you could match his freak and get into character without getting overly shy or breaking character too often ooooohh he's going feral. He loves doing the one where both of you act as if it's the first time seeing each other.
Some of his other favorites are: Professor x professor assistant, celeb X biggest (stalker) fan, heartbroken recently divorced lady x private detective, MASSEUSE!!, maid X master, husband X wife— He can get reaaal creative about it given the freedom to. (Try and guess which roles are his, you'd be surprise.)
As controversial as it may, Nagumo is really into NTR scenarios— Specifically, he likes the aspect of earning and stealing you away from someone that absolutely does not deserve you. It turns him on a whole lot.
There's no bad time for a good time.
That Nagumo is a high maintenance partner goes without saying, but you underestimate just how high maintenance he can be in the bedroom department.
Well, rarely the actual bedroom. This man loooooooves a good quickie. He calls it his way of "getting through the day"— He will steal you away in the middle of a conversation and while the poor soul you were talking to is busy searching for you or wondering if they're hallucinating, he already locked the both of you inside the cramped supply closet, hands steadily holding you up by your thighs while he kept you quiet with a kiss. "You're being so cold to me when I missed you aaall day long..." His lips trail down the skin of your neck as he pretended to whine, those sneaky hands already unbuttoning your shirt without an ounce of shame. "I guess I'll just have to warm you up the old fashion way, then." The mischiveous chuckle barely registered before you felt his lips latching onto one of your nipples, softly sucking on the small bud and giving the other a small tug between his two fingers.
Not to mention the heart attacks he will give you by suddenly "realizing" he didn't lock the door when someone's voice approaches or pointing out someone is looking at you when he has you pinned against the window. The feeling of your pussy tightening around him as you get all tense and nervous never fails to push him over the edge. What can he say? he's a prankster at heart! He will do just about anything to get your heart racing, in more ways than one, unfortunately for you.
★ Shishiba
Nothing beats eating out.
This man is a true eater.
Shishiba likes to do it the old-fashioned way. He will be on his knees while you're spread out on the edge of the bed all ready for him to dive in. His calloused hands would keep your thighs open when you start to squirm and he is particularly fond of the feeling of your warm, wet walls around his tongue when he starts to open your little hole nice and slow with his own mouth. His nose pressed against your clit is a constant and cruel stimulation and oh he drinks it aaaall up if you squirt. You know him, he hates seeing good food going to waste.
Grab it, pull it, push it!
It took no time at all for you to figure out his hair was a weak spot of his.
When he's eating you out your hands naturally end up tangling in the blond strands and each tug will earn a low moan from him because that goes straight to his cock— Oh and he finds it suuuper hot if you're assertive during times like this and pull on his hair while telling him what you need.
If you have long hair like him he will return the favor when he's behind you, wrapping your locks around his hand tugging on it— Not rough—but with just the right amount of strengh to make your head tilt back towards him.
A real way with words.
Shishiba is an earnest and simple man. Though he may not speak a whole lot normally, it's like a switch is flipped in his brain when the two of you are in the bedroom.
His mouth loses all of its filter and all that comes out are the most romantic and gentlemanly words you will ever hear. He is as straightforward as they come— "My gods, ya look absolutely stunning like this." "That's no good, don't hide that pretty face from me. I'm showin' ya all of me, ain't I?" "You gotta tell me loud and clear if ya want something, love. Hm? Haha, yeah yeah, I'm sorry for teasing ya. I'll treat ya real good, so forgive me, hm?"
It's even worse when you're giving him a treat by going down on him. His head may tilt back a bit, but his eyes would never actually leave you, a single hand brushing your hair away from your face with absolute gentleness in the way he tucks it behind your ear. "Love, ya killin' me here." All his self-control is going into keeping his hips still and letting you do your thing, moaning quietly but unabashed as your lips enveloped his cock. My god, ain't you just the prettiest thing he's laid his eyes on.
getting forcibly bent over a table, counter, whatever, absolutely certain he's gonna pull your panties to the side to fuck you—you can feel how hard he is, his fat cock is digging into your ass.
only to instead slap your clit as you struggle and squirm beneath him.
content. 1.7k wc ( headcanon + drabble ) , up to 0.3-0.6k words per part , slight hurt with comfort , fluff , slight crack in nagumo’s part , established relationships , (kind of) unhealthy relationships , characters might be ooc , crappy writing , them being absolutely miserable like some kicked puppies , this was a request.
author’s note. sorry for the long wait anon and I have returned with a sakamoto days post la la la !! this was lowkey funny to write because I love boys being absolute losers for their girlfriends yuhh
NAGUMO YOICHI.
he isn't shy at all — actually the very opposite and doesn't really mind if you try to ignore him. instead, he would still find himself trying to converse with you and be all over you despite your clear distaste after the argument. he actually didn't take the argument for something serious yet after realising you were being serious, he tried to pull his act together (still failed to do so).
"Look! I took my day off to keep you company!" he surprised you as he bursted into the kitchen.
Nagumo's eyes immediately landed on your figure at the counter and making your own breakfast, expression filled with blankness and your own gaze glued to the food.
You didn't even bother to glance into his direction. And it just took a tic of him to not lose his mind — he hates getting avoided. Around others like Shishiba or Osaragi? He doesn't care.
Actually he doesn't care at all.
But if it's you? You will notice subtle hints how it's tormenting him.
"What are you doing today hmm?" he hummed and made his way behind you, "let's go out!"
"Alexa, play shut up and drive by Rihanna." you said loudly and continued to mind your own business.
Leaving a message by using Alexa huh?
He planted his chin over your shoulder and let his arms delicately wrap themselves around your waist. "Alex, play sorry by Justin Bieber."
A sigh escaped your lips as you furrowed your brows, eye twitching slightly in annoyance.
"Pleaseeee!" he dragged out the word into its length and began whining, "I'm sorry! Please forgive me!"
No reaction. Instead the sound of your knife hitting the board grew in volume to overturn his own voice.
Just know it was driving him insane as he decided to drop his forehead on your shoulder and leave out a breathless chuckle. "You really know how to push my buttons..." he whispered.
"And you? You don't do that at all huh?" you finally replied.
This was just the start of it.
ASAKURA SHIN.
one word to describe him perfectly? desperate. clearly desperate for your attention and also affection — he may act nonchalant and as if it doesn't take a hit against his whole, don't be fooled. inwardly, he is dying. but he doesn't want to admit it since he still thinks you both were wrong in the argument. what makes it worse, you two worked together the day after.
"Can you pass me the packs?" you questioned loudly and extended your hand.
For Shin? It was a reflex. His hand immediately placed itself over the several packs as he stood in the same aisle, just a few steps away from you. He knew what you needed and was ready to pass it.
"Here!"
But Lu already did, seconds faster than him. Seriously — it was a hit to his face as he realised how he was about to pass you the packs despite knowing you weren't on the best terms.
And he also knows that you were talking to Lu instead of him!
"Thank you, Lu." your lips curled into a carefree smile, "in fact, can you stay here? I need someone to help me."
"Sure! What do you need?" she replied with a cherry smile and neared you impossible close.
Well it wasn't that close, but it was close enough to throw Shin off. His eyes stealing a few glances occasionally as he tried his best to do his own job and ignore you.
On second thought, it was too hard for him to ignore you.
"Can you help me sort this out?" you pointed at the various things and then to the corresponding shelves she should put it in.
Usually, you would've asked him to help you and he wouldn't hesitate to rush to help you. Why don't you ask him though? Even if you are on bad terms, you're still here to work.
Yes. You are work colleagues. You could have asked him and you didn't. It's not like he's disappointed or upset (which he totally is) — yet asking Lu out of all people? The lazy one who had no plan of sorting out the shelves?
Seriously?
He huffed out and immediately snapped his head back ahead, lips forming a straight line and a frown settling on his face.
"Sorry." is all he could mutter out, barely a whisper and too quiet to catch.
He is so desperate.
UZUKI KEI.
tries to brush off your attitude towards him, acting all nonchalant next to you and also doesn't lose many words about the argument. of course he notices that you started to ignore him after the last words shared between you and also — you always start the random conversation. now no one mutters a word. yet he tries to open up a conversation while apologising.
The silence was heavy to say at least. Almost suffocating — which is why Gaku to leave the room and hide in his own, not being able to play well in such heaviness.
Everyone in the group knew what's wrong. With everyone, I meant everyone happened to know about the little fight you and Kei had because of your worries over his safety.
Yet Kei is stubborn. Enough to let the urge grow to rip out all your hair and throw them at his handsome face. Hell you even forced him to eat more!
That man looked like some kind of corpse with those sunken cheeks and empty, dead eyes.
And man, he avoids everything when his own health is involved.
"Thanks, Kumanomi..." he trailed off as he received a meal from his sister.
"No need to thank me, Kei. [name] is right, you should eat more." she folded her arms and disappeared again, mission already accomplished.
What now? Yes, here he sits. On the couch. Next to you. Yet there was some space between you.
The man slowly lifted his head and glanced to you, watching how unbothered you were — watching some silly videos on your phone. His hand raised as he began to stir before taking one bite.
"...I'm sorry." he began slowly yet surely, trailing off since his mind couldn't form a coherent sentence. "Eh... I think uh— you were right."
You listened. Of course you did. But you tried to play it off, eyes glued to your screen while waiting for his next words.
"I should take care of myself more. Thank you for worrying about me... I really appreciate it." he showed his gratitude with a faint smile ghosting over his lips. "I hope you aren't that mad anymore."
He waits. The seconds passing felt like hours. And it urges him to part his lips again.
"Please don't ignore me..."
"You're such an idiot." your eye twitched slightly and eventually looked up from your phone, "hell yes, you should be grateful for my worries. Don't brush it off anymore! And you have to finish this, alright?"
"Yes, ma'am."
That's right, he was miserable.
GAKU.
oh god — good luck with him and silent treatment since he simply does not care. he does enjoy your silence more than anything, moments where you two just sit together, your shoulders touching and embracing the warmth. yet the longer you keep this going, the more annoyed he is. and he also doesn't like the idea of you walking away whenever he enters the room. his patience is slowly wearing thin and at the end, you won.
It's not as if he feels bad — and he also knows you're right when you said you two should spend more time together and go out instead of staying in the hideout all the day.
But you have to accept that Gaku is a hella lazy man, his hands always having to grip onto his phone or gaming console when he isn't busy with the missions or anything.
Yet also you shouldn't also forget — he doesn't even try to put any effort into your dates. Or anything else around the relationship.
No wonder why you are so mad, he understands. It's just, he doesn't understand how to better himself since he's always been like that.
"G'morning..." he muttered and yawned as he entered the room, bare muscles flexing.
"Wear a shirt." Kumanomi immediately narrowed her eyes and scrutinised him.
"Yeah..." he twitched at her glare and lifted his gaze from the screen, searching for your figure. "Where's [name]?"
"[name]-sama just left the moment you set a foot into the room." Kashima pointed at one door.
Surprise, surprise! It was your door to be specific.
"Oh." he let out and rubbed his neck.
"You two should make up." Kumanomi folded her arms, "or else you'll be left miserable."
"What a way to tell me..." Gaku grumbled and made his way to your room.
At the end it was just her way of caring and he's aware, so he doesn't take it in a mean way. She's right. You should make up.
But the moment he opened the door that lead to your room (without the decency to knock), you already rose from the seat and wanted to walk past him.
It irritated him. At first he didn't mind much but now? He doesn't like this petty fight at all.
"Wait a second." he grasped your wrist and dragged you into the room again. "I'm tired of this back and forth. Actually leave out the forth part..."
You stared at him, lips forming a straight line as you raised a brow. "You think I'm not annoyed?" you questioned, "this is how I feel. Sometimes I feel like an obsessive ex following you around."
Silence. He doesn't dare to say something yet, mind too puzzled.
"And now I want you to better yourself. Don't talk to me if you aren't ready yet."
His fingers are still wrapped around your wrist as he parted his lips, trying to form a normal sentence — to reply and not let you stand here alone, to make an effort you aren't the only one talking.
"I... am ready." he whispered under his breath, "I just don't know how to start."
Of course he is willing to try. It's not like he wants this relationship to end.
❀ ݁ ݂ ᤺ he’s pent up and it’s all his fault ! ! ࣪ ೃ ˖⠀
ㅤꐚ̫ㅤ warnings ､､ smut mdni , fem!reader , mating press , gaku cums inside (like a whole lot) , kinda rough , not much else rlly
extra ⠀⊹⠀hoenstly the first time i’ve been able to sit down and finish something in one go. this was originally meant to focus on the fact he cums a lot but that got lost in production, so i might make another for that :3 let me know if i should!
masterlist. gaku x fem!reader
gaku’s a strong guy, with a strong body. he’s got broad shoulders, thick biceps, fat thighs, and abs you could lick and suck on until you’re brainless. not only that, but your hulk of a boyfriend’s got stamina to keep him going for hours— days, even. if he wasn’t so damn lazy.
as much as gaku looovess to make sweet, sweet love to you— he’s as lazy as a damn sloth most days. instead of putting in the work to fold you in half and pound your poor, weeping pussy— he prefers to lay back and finger you, or maybe eat you out if he’s feeling particularly frisky that day.
so when he finally builds up the energy to really give you a good fucking, thanks to you and your teasing, he’s unapologetically rough. his large palms rub at your hips, dick hitting places you swear it didn’t reach before. your pussy squelches obscenely atound his length, cum spilling out and dripping down your thigh. you can’t remember how many times you’ve came— but gaku sure can. one, two, three, and now here’s the fourth. yet he’s barely come close himself.
your boyfriend grunts, lifting a hand to lightly squeeze your breast as his hips snap against yours at a brutal pace. he’s going so fast, so hard— you’d almost think he was mad if it wasn’t for the way he leans in to press soothing kisses to your neck. he hums, his hands slipping down to your thighs. gaku rubs over the area for a few moments, before lifting them and pressing your thighs up to your chest. you look up at him through hazy vision, drool leaking down from your lip as a tear slips from your eye. gaku only flashes you a lazy smirk, moving your thighs further so your ankles are practically beside your ears, before moving his hips again. his cock twitches, and finally, after so, so, long, it seems like gaku is close. he thrusts in, out, in, out, slowly, slowly, savouring the sounds that emit from your pretty pussy where the two of you are conjoined.
and in just a few moments, gaku’s cumming. hard. you leg slips from his grasp, falling onto his shoulder as your back arches. his seed just keeps coming, coming, cumming— like there’s no end. gaku’s hips shift, snapping against yours as groans leave his lips.
the man lets out a satisfied exhale, rubbing over the skin of your ankle before he moves his hips again. he’s not done, and he won’t be done until he’s fucked years worth of his thick cum into you.
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬◞﹒୧ . As an introvert and fan of romance games, you've always lived in your own world, too socially awkward to make friends. However, if there's one person who really likes your nerdy personality, it's Gaku, your brother Uzuki's best friend. His eyes are always on you when you enter a room, and the few times you talk, he listens with attention and without judgment. He has a soft spot for you, and during a car ride your friendship turns into budding love.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬◞﹒୧ . 5.6k words, black!fem!reader, plus!size!reader, fluff, romance, hyperfeminine!reader, nerdy!reader, stoner!gaku, affectionate!gaku, mutual pining, insecurities, intimacy, otome references, car ride, smoking weed, declaration of love, kisses, neck kisses, hickeys, first time, virgin!reader, unshaved!reader, smut, body worship, dry humping, oral sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, tits sucking, nipple play, car sex, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, size kink, missionary, gentle sex, sex with feelings.
𝐤𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬◞﹒୧ . [repost + edited] i love gaku downnnnnnn if you didn't know…
The smell of marijuana and the sound of your brother and his friends' voices drifted into your room. Even with your cat-eared headphones on, you could hear them laughing. You drew your lips into a thin line, wondering if you were going downstairs to see them.
A burst of laughter caught your attention, and you left your room holding your Nintendo Switch in your hand. Dressed in a pink pajama set consisting of a crop top with thin straps and mini shorts with lace details on the bottom, you walked down the black wooden staircase. You dreaded the moment you would meet a familiar red gaze that would travel over your chubby body with a slowness exaggerated by weed.
“The homebody is finally out of her room,” Uzuki turned his head toward you, sitting on the sofa in the living room. The large television set against the main wall of the room was playing the game ‘Resident Evil,’ with Uzuki playing Leon Kennedy. You didn't know your bookworm brother was playing and not the man you didn't want to name because his own name made you shiver.
“You're making way too much noise,” you sighed. You fiddled with your necklace as you approached your brother's group of friends.
Kumanomi, sitting next to Uzuki, gave you a smile that warmed your frantic heart, and you smiled back, even though it was shy and awkward. The closer your steps got to the person who was making your body hot, the harder you swallowed. Head lowered to the floor, your eyes darted to the black sneakers in front of you. The only free seat was next to him. You sat furthest from him, staring at your Switch as you chewed the inside of your cheek.
“Can't I get a smile too?”
Gaku's voice, low in the octaves, a nonchalant timbre, everything that makes you throb your cunt, rose next to you. You mustered all the courage you had in you to turn your head toward your crush. Weed-red eyes met you. His face partially hidden by the hood over his head, he was smoking a blunt, leaning back on the backrest of the sofa. The shadow of the hood on his head made him intimidating, and you struggled to swallow. Even in his dark baggy jeans, you could admire the muscular appearance of his thighs spread apart by his manspreading stance.
He tilted his head, and his heavy gaze swept over your entire silhouette, lingering in places where your skin was visible, like your thick thighs, your lower pudgy belly, and your cleavage. You scratched the back of your neck, unable to find the will to smile at him, your face motionless. Gaku had a magical power over you: it was to completely short-circuit your brain with just a look or a word.
“You good?” he asked, bringing his blunt back to his mouth to take a drag.
“Yes,” you cleared your throat. “Did you have a good day?”
“Same shit every day, you know.” He exhaled smoke from his mouth. “And you?”
Embarrassment washed over you. You had spent all day playing your otomes. You thought for a few seconds to come up with a lie.
“Y-Yeah, I had a busy day.”
“Why are you always stuttering when you talk to me? I don’t bite.” His eyes narrowed. “Unless you want me to.”
Was your crush flirting with you? You had known him for years, but you had always been too shy to confess your feelings. The temperature in your body rose, and you suddenly felt too hot even in your tank top.
“You’re just kind of intimidating,” you dared to say.
He moved closer to you, so that your thighs were touching.
“Yet, I’m nice to you.”
“You’re mean to others?”
“I just don’t care about people,” he rested his head on your shoulder, and butterflies took flight in your stomach. “But I care about you,” he added. “Stop being so shy with me.”
His words were like a blanket over your heart.
“I’ve been playing my romance games all day,” you finally admitted. Blood rushed to your cheeks, your voice hesitant.
He glanced at your Switch.
“Don’t be embarrassed, I spend hours playing my games too,” he reassured you. “What’s your game this time?”
As if a switch had been turned on in your head, your passion for otome games overwhelmed you, and your voice became enthusiastic, losing its trembling.
“It's Hakuoki. It's a historical otome. It follows a group of samurai investigating our father's death. It's one of the best otome games out there; it has an anime and tons of different games. The characters are super endearing, the found family trope is super well-written, and the romantic endings are awesome. Even though you're only following one character's route, the characters are so well-developed that you become attached to all the others at once. It's a popular otome, so the voice actors are popular; one character is voiced by Nanami's seiyuu in Jujutsu Kaisen,” you said in one breath, your voice cheerful and your eyes sparkling as you talked about your passion. “Do you know Jujutsu Kaisen? I'm playing a visual novel fangame of that manga, it's awesome. I have to pay for the erotic endings, tho.”
Gaku had a gentle look over his face as he listened to you, finding you so cute to be so passionate.
“What’s your favorite character?”
“Okita,” you pointed to who he was on your Switch screen. “He has tuberculosis, and there’s a real focus on his relationship with his role as a samurai and his illness. Being a samurai is his whole life. He doesn’t feel capable of living if he can’t be useful to his friends. He’s extremely loyal and does anything for his loved ones. I love him so much.”
“You always love characters who are loyal and devoted to their loved ones. It was the same for Nicola in Piofiore.”
Your heart swelled.
“You remembered.”
He looked up at you. “Of course I did. You think I don’t listen to you?”
You shook your head, your face offered a shy smile.
“It’s just that everyone doesn’t care about my yapping about otomes.”
“Not me. I think about you when I have love and deepspace ads on tiktok.”
A soft chuckle escaped your lips. “You should download it.”
“Nah.” Gaku shifted on the couch, lifting his hips to sit up better. The gesture was sexy, warmth pooling low in your belly. He still had that natural sensuality; it was in his aura; he walked through the world with indifference and confidence, and it was so attractive to you.
You continued your otome route, Gaku's head still resting on your shoulder as he watched the choices you made. He let out low chuckles when he saw you get excited by a physical connection between the main character and the love interest.
Gaku smelled of weed and the masculine scent of expensive cologne. The scent enveloped you in a comforting and familiar hug. You wanted to snuggle up to him, but you were too shy. Actually, you didn't even know if your feelings were reciprocated; Gaku was so nonchalant, you never knew what he was thinking.
“Do you have a girlfriend right now?”
Your mouth had moved faster than your brain, and you wanted to facepalm yourself for being so tactless. Gaku kept a straight face, his eyes fixed on your fingers as they tapped the screen of your game console.
“Nah.”
Gaku had many relationships, but laidback as he was, he was easily bored with them once the routine set in. In fact, the only person he'd been interested in for so long was you. When he met Uzuki many years ago, when you were still young, he noticed you immediately. You walked around with ribbon bows in your braids and pink ballet flats, adorable and coquette, while most kids didn't care about fashion. Routine with you was comfortable. He could hear you talk about your passions without ever losing interest in the conversation.
Gaku's eyes lingered on your bare thighs a few moments before speaking.
“And you? I've never seen you in a relationship since I've known you.”
Heat rushed to your cheeks again.
“I don't even have friends, so no, I don't have boyfriends.”
“Ouch.” Gaku placed his hand on his heart, in mock-pain. “After all these years, you don't consider me your friend.”
You widened your eyes.
“Of course I do! I meant besides my brother's friends, I don't have anyone.”
“That's because you're focused on your inner world with your romance stories and don't pay attention to reality.” Gaku poked your temple. “If you opened up to the outside world, I'm sure everyone would adore you.”
Your eyes grew warmer.
“Thank you, Gaku.”
“No need to thank me, I'm just spittin’ facts.”
The rest of the evening passed with Gaku pressed against you, and you felt safe and interesting as he listened to all your monologues as you explained the lore of your games. When it was time for him to go home, he gave you a kiss on the temple before getting up from the couch and leaving the house. You already missed his scent.
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The next day, you were home alone when you heard a knock at the door. Surprise flashed across your face when you saw Gaku in front of you. His hood was down, his handsome face on full display. His height towered over you; he stood with his hands in his pockets. He was wearing his usual navy blue hoodie and black baggy jeans, with a silver chain around his neck. His gray hair was messy from the humidity, the strands slightly wavy.
His eyes roamed your body from head to toe, appreciation in his gaze. He lingered on your usual bows in your hair, the frilly hem of your pink dress that was the perfect shade for your brown skin, and your Mary Jane shoes. As usual, you looked like a princess.
“Uzuki isn’t here.”
“Didn’t come for him.”
“You came for me?” you asked, eyebrows raised.
“Yeah, I've been thinking about our conversation. We only see each other when your brother is around, so you don't consider me a personal friend of yours. I thought we could go on a car ride together.” He raised his arm, revealing a grocery bag you hadn't noticed. “I bought some snacks.”
The butterflies from yesterday were returning to invade your stomach. You stepped back to grab your bag at the entrance and join Gaku outside. Your heart was beating a little faster; it was the first time you'd spent time alone with him, and you were excited. Gaku was an orphan and still a student, so his car wasn't the most expensive, but it was perfectly clean, and when you stepped inside, a pleasant scent of jasmine filled your nostrils.
“Want some?” Gaku took a blunt out of his pocket, and you shook your head.
“You’re always so proper and doing the right thing.”
You swore you heard a smile in his voice, but his face remained impassive. He started the car and put on a playlist. “More than ever” by Lucki was playing in the car, a soft rap song with a soaring instrumental. Gaku jerked his chin at you to get some food from the bag, and he drove with one hand on the wheel.
“What were you doing before I came?”
“Playing love and deepspace.” You nibbled on chips. “I’m trying to understand the lore of Rafayel and Sylus in their myths. I spent too much money on them again, my mother will scold me.”
“Rafayel, the fish?”
“Gaku! Don’t call him that. That’s my husband right here.”
He let out a low chuckle. “My bad. Right, I forgot you’re married. To like… 10 fictional men?”
“Marius from Tears of Themis, Yang from Piofiore, Chevalier from Ikemen Prince, Lance from Court of Darkness, Harada from Hakuoki, Yanagi from Collar x Malice-”
“You’re so greedy.”
You nudged him playfully. “You’re jealous because your life is boring without characters to obsess over.”
“Right, I’m so jealous.”
He stopped at the red light to let pedestrians cross and turned to you. His gaze was soft, his red eyes shining with a warm flame.
“Why do you like these games so much? What’s the psychological mechanism behind them? Escapism?”
Your mischievous smile faded, giving way to a serious expression.
“You really want to know? Do you promise not to make fun of me?”
“Do I look like I have enough emotion on my face to make fun of you?” He reassured you, focusing on the road again.
You took a deep breath, hands on your bare thighs.
“I don’t really think I’ll end up in a relationship one day.”
“Bullshit.” His hands tightened on the steering wheel.
“Gaku, you’re my friend, of course you’re going to believe in me. But I never managed to make friends in high school, and boys think I’m weird. When I play these games, I can immerse myself in a person who is loved for who they are. It’s very therapeutic for me; I always feel full after completing a route. These are games designed for women, so the love interests are written to meet our emotional needs.”
“You just haven’t found your person yet.”
“I’m afraid she doesn’t exist.”
“What if it’s me?”
Your hands, which were playing with the em of your dress, froze. “What?”
“What if I’m your person? I find you gorgeous, you’re not weird to me, and I love hearing you yapping about your game lore.”
His words made you dizzy. You opened your mouth, then closed it. Gaku didn’t have a smile on his face, just his usual calm face, which made you unsure if he was serious or if it was just a friendly way of showing his affection.
“Gaku, you can’t say words like that to a girl unless you’re in love with her.”
“You didn’t know?”
“What?”
He gave you a look, the intensity in it making you swallow hard. “I love you.”
It felt as if all the air in your lungs was trapped inside, unable to supply you with oxygen. Your hands trembled on your thighs.
“You can’t be serious,” you whispered.
“I’m not Nagumo, bullshit doesn’t come out of my mouth often. When I say that I love you, I mean it.”
Maybe Gaku was a man like that. A man who took what he wanted without asking himself several questions first. He was your opposite, you were socially awkward and was overthinking all of your interactions. Like yin and yang, you complemented each other, and maybe he was right when he said he was your person.
“I had a crush of you for years, I never thought it would be mutual,” you murmured, your voice shy, still wondering if it was a dream.
“We’re on the same page then.”
Gaku parked in a parking lot, took out his blunt and lighter, then lit it to wrap his lips around it. He leaned back on the backrest of the seat, smoke coming from his mouth. He turned to you.
“I don’t know how to be a good boyfriend. I don’t really care about a lot of romantic stuff, so just tell me what you want. I’ll remember and do whatever you want.”
It was a gentle side of Gaku that you didn’t know existed, but you deeply appreciated being able to witness it.
“I want it to be natural between us, so I’d like you to take the initiative. When you see me, aren’t there things you want to do with me since you like me?”
“Smoke weed and listen to you talk about your husbands.”
You chuckled. “Besides that.”
“You’re going to say I’m misogynistic and objectify you.”
Flustered, you looked away.
“You want to have sex with me?”
“Who wouldn’t? You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. But you’re more than your beauty. I swear I love you for more than that, I just don’t know how to be a good boyfriend. I didn’t have any love models when I was young; I always grew up in an orphanage. There is no love there. I just know how to have sex and… Smoke weed with you.”
His jaw tensed. You took his free hand in yours and intertwined your fingers.
“We'll be a team. I know a lot about romance. I can write a list of scenarios and activities I want to do as a couple with you, and you'll do them in any order you want. We'll establish rules for managing conflicts and arguments, and how to communicate when the other person is upset. We got this.”
You smiled at him, and his gaze grew warmer.
“Wanna go to the backseat? I have blankets, I wanna hug you,” he proposed. Smooth talker.
Your eyes lit up and you nodded.
With a few maneuvers, you found yourself in the backseat, sitting on his lap. Hands on your hips, he buried your head in your neck to press soft kisses, giving you goosebumps. His hands moved down to your ass to grip it firmly. The light kisses turned into open-mouthed kisses, his tongue caressing the skin and his mouth sucking the bits of flesh.
“I never did that,” you whispered.
He lifted his head from your neck, his red eyes dilated. A few grey strands fell in front of his gaze and his forehead, a different look from his usual slicked back hair.
“I'll take care of you. I'm good at this. It's the only thing I'm good at, actually.”
“Don't say that, Gaku.”
You dug your hands into his hair. He leaned into your touch and closed his eyes. He continued to kiss your neck and suck on the skin. A budding heat crackled low in your belly, and desire began to take hold of you. You wanted him.
Actually, you'd always wanted him. On Instagram, there was a photo of him at the beach with Uzuki and his friends. You couldn't even begin to count how many times you'd masturbated to the sight of his abs and biceps, how you wanted the hard planes of his body to rub against your softer ones, and how you wanted his nonchalant expression to turn into a blush of physical exertion. Every time you had a romantic scenario in your otomes, you imagined them at night with him.
“What are you thinking in that pretty head of yours?”
“Thinking about the fact that I've liked you for years.”
His mouth moved up to your face, tracing your jaw.
“I'm not as special as you for you to love me this much, you know.”
“I didn't know you had such an insecure side to you, Gaku.”
He nuzzled his nose against yours for an Eskimo kiss.
“I'm not insecure. I'm realistic. I don't do much with my life except go to the gym, play games, go to college, and smoke weed with my friends. I'm a dull work of art when you're a masterpiece filled with bright colors. I can't compete with your mind.”
His lips gently touched yours, and you closed your eyes while he kept them open, narrowing at the sight of your peaceful expression, pressed against him. You looked like an angel, a pretty princess, with your pink ribbon bows wrapped in your braids and the pastel colors of your eyeshadow. He could eat you alive if he could.
The soft presses of his lips became more demanding, his hands placed on your waist to pull you closer to him, and he lifted his hips to sit better against the back of the seat. With a small sigh, you opened your mouth, letting him enter, his tongue curling around yours in a slow, languid dance. His cock twitched in his pants as he sensed your inexperience in your kisses, understanding that he would be the first man to win your heart, and he resolved to be the last.
“Are you in love with me or do you just like the way I make you feel because I'm the only boy who listens to you?” he murmured against your lips.
“Don't say that,” you repeated, your heart aching that Gaku would think that of you. “I love everything about you. Whether it's the way you feel like you don't care about anything, or your ability to contain your emotions while mine overflow everywhere. You're like a quiet, reassuring force that I want to snuggle up to every time you're near me. I love your confidence, your diligence in the things you enjoy, and how you don't seem to be affected by the tragedies of our world; it speaks to a great strength of mind. You're still very caring with those close to you, and very attentive; you make sure your friends are comfortable around you. You're like a big teddy bear.”
For the first time in his life, Gaku's heart began to beat faster, and he couldn't explain why something twisted in his stomach as he listened to you. His hands tightened their grip around your waist, and his kisses became more aggressive. He nibbled your lower lip, sucked on your tongue, and rocked his hips against you so you could feel his erection against you. He noticed your flustered expression at his gesture, and the blood rushed even more to his bulge.
“Did the main character in your video games have their first time in a car?”
“Not really,” you chuckled against his lips. “It's romantic, and on a bed.”
“Are you implying I'm not romantic? I can be for you.”
He angled his hips to rub his clothed cock against your panties under your dress, and you arched your back, nibbling his lip as you closed your eyes. With each roll of his pelvis, you gyrated yours to meet his, in a dynamic rhythm that sparked a fire between you. The more his erection ground against your clothed cunt, the more desire engulfed you like a crashing wave, making you want more.
“Tell me how I can become like your otome love interests. Sylus, how does he take care of the main character?”
“You will never be him.”
Gaku suppressed an eye roll.
“Of course, I'm not a criminal.”
“Sylus is kind of submissive; he worships the main character. He wants her to feel safe with him. Even if she hurt him in the past, she's still the love of his life, transcending time and reincarnations.”
“Fuck him, honestly, how do I compete with that?”
Your quiet laugh filled the car. “But I can show you how you should make love to me. I've imagined this moment many times.”
You took his hand and placed it on your neckline.
“You can worship in your own way, no need to reincarnate.”
“I'm not used to being gentle in bed.”
“Maybe because you didn't like your previous partners. When you see me, don't you want to take care of me?”
His eyes softened. “Of course, I do. I want to treat you gently. You deserve the best of me.”
“So show me what the best of you is.”
Gaku cupped your clothed breast, kneading it through the light fabric of your dress, and licked his lips as he felt your nipple harden against his hand. He lowered the cups, and his lips closed over your right nipple to suck it while he pinched and rolled the other between his fingers. Your back arched more, and you let out a soft sigh, riding his erection.
He undressed you vertically, removing the thin straps of your dress and sliding it down so that your upper body was bare. He pulled his head back for a few moments to admire the view of your breasts, your nipples slightly moistened by his mouth.
You looked like a buffet, a buffet of sweet desserts, which anyone would pounce on if they had the chance to see it. Having your breasts in his mouth wasn't enough; he really needed to be able to eat you, just to keep you with him forever. But he couldn't tell you that without sounding like an orphan disturbed in his head.
He pressed soft kisses between your breasts, his mouth moving down to kiss your pudgy belly, your arms, your hips, and suck on any part of your flesh that had an excess of fat. Your brown skin was dotted with dark marks from his hickeys, but he didn't care. Now that you were his, he would claim you every day. And he hoped you would do the same, claiming him as yours.
He gently laid you down on the backseat and took off your dress. He kissed your feet, making you tickle, and his heart swelled at the sound of your little chuckles. His mouth traveled down your entire leg, and not a single part of your body hadn't experienced his lips on you. He kissed your inner thighs, but you suddenly clenched them. He looked up and noticed you looking away, flustered.
“What is it?”
“I’m not shaved.”
He cocked his head to one side, frowning. He waited several seconds to see when the joke would come, but you remained silent and embarrassed.
“Do I look like I give a fuck?”
To show you he wasn’t intimidated by your pubic hair, he slid your panties down your legs, and his hands parted your hairs to find a path to your tight heat. He indulged in your arousal, the tip of his tongue wiggled through your wet folds. You bent your knees on the seat, pushing yourself up on your elbows to watch his head disappear between your thighs. His eyes were closed, as if savoring the taste of you in his mouth. A gentle pulse warmed your lower abdomen, and your breathing quickened as he drove his tongue deeper into you.
A slight tremor ran through your skin as he brushed your clit, the flicks expert and precise as he traced circles. You put your hand over your mouth to keep from moaning too loudly, but the pleasure overwhelmed you, your body burning.
“Keep makin’ pretty noises, f’me,” he hummed against you, a deep crease between his eyebrows as he saw you muffle your moans. Either way, he was going to pleasure you so much that you wouldn’t have a choice but to scream his name, he promised you.
He wrapped his lips around your clit to suck it greedily, you clenched your thighs around his face and ground your cunt into his mouth. He parted your folds before pushing a finger inside you, and he shuddered at the sensation of how tight you were. He plunged his digit in and out before inserting a second, while he abused your throbbing bud.
He curled them to hit that spongey spot inside you. The combination of G-spot and clit stimulation made you lose your mind. A hot coil wound tighter and tighter in your stomach before exploding like an inferno seizing your body to set you ablaze. You whimpered a loud 'gaku!' before throwing your head back, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm.
Gaku withdrew from your crotch, the bottom of his face glistening. He took off his clothes and threw them on the floor of his car. You caught your breath and glanced at him. You bit your lip at the sight of his massive muscles in front of you, his defined abs and V-line, after spending nights staring at that Instagram photo. But when your eyes fell on the erection, your eyes widened. His size was demonic.
“Um…”
“Mhm?”
He wrapped your legs around his waist, leaning over your body as his height towered over you, his hair falling in front of his eyes and hiding his gaze full of lust and desire. His girthy cock rubbed through the folds, still not inserting itself, lubricating itself with your arousal.
“Are you sure it’ll fit?”
“I will make it fit.”
He began to push his dick into you, your pussy wrapping around the head. You winced at the pain since it was your first time, but Gaku eased your pain with his hand, massaging your clit as he moved his hips backward, withdrawing from you to sink again, but gaining more inches into you this time.
His thrusts were gentle and slow, he remained attentive to your needs and expressions. He stilled inside you when you needed to adjust to his size. When he saw your face relax, he flushed his pelvic floor against yours, his happy trail rubbing against your hairs, and sank in completely. Your air froze in your lungs, but you endured the feeling of being full.
“Atta girl.”
He lay on top of you to press a kiss to your forehead. You wrapped your arms around him, pulled him close, and caressed the hard planes of his muscular back. He peppered your face with kisses, lingering on your jaw, cheeks, and nose. As he plunged in and out, and you panted, an electrifying tension coursing through your muscles, vibrating to the rhythm of your desire. It was a new, overwhelming, but definitely pleasant sensation that took hold of you like a wild fire igniting in your lower abdomen.
Holding onto his elbows, at each corner of your head, his silver chain tapped against your forehead with every movement of his body, a small, reassuring sound that immersed you in the sweetness of the moment. The wet slapslap of skin filled the car and the windows misted up. He pressed his forehead against yours and closed his eyes, his breath caressing your face.
You felt close to his heart, connected to him intimately beyond the physical, and the feeling of security that invaded you made your eyes water.
“You know, you’re my favorite boy ever.”
He kept his eyes closed, but for the first time you'd met him, his lips curved into a smile that reached his eyes. Your heart pounded at the sight, wanting to immortalize this moment forever.
“I don’t know what to say to that. I’m not special, I-”
You crushed your lips on his, your arms wrapping around his neck. His lips parted in shock, and you took the opportunity to mingle your tongue with his. You ravished his mouth, putting all the love you could into the kiss, and making him stop putting himself down.
“Okay, I get it, I get it,” he whispered against your lips. “Sorry.”
“Make love to me. Make me yours. I wanna be your favorite girl too.”
“Stop saying dumb shit like that, you’re always my favorite human in the world.”
He picked up the pace, his hips slamming against yours. He swallowed all your moans, continuing to kiss you, his cock stretching your pussy out. Each of his thrusts was an affirmation of love, and each roll of your pelvis to meet him and follow his dance was a reassurance he mattered in this word. In your own way, you reassured your aching hearts, like a soft blanket over your ache. Like yin and yang, you complemented each other, and in this present moment, you were united forever.
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𝟑 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫
“What’s this?”
Uzuki looked curiously at the box Gaku was carrying. They were heading to Uzuki’s house, to spend time with you.
“It’s for your sister.”
Walking through the front door, he looked for you, eager to give you your gift. You came out of the kitchen, and even though you still had your satin bonnet on, you were still the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.
“What’s up?” you greeted him, snuggling up to him. He hugged you, craving your warmth and scent.
“Just open this.” He jutted his chin at the box on the table.
You began to open the box, your eyes lighting up when you saw the acrylic stands from Tears of Themis and Love and Deepspace. You jumped up and down, and a wide smile stretched your lips as you rushed to unwrap everything from the plastic bags, discovering the otome merch your boyfriend had bought.
In that moment when you beamed with happiness, Gaku really thought he wanted you to have that expression all your life, and he hoped you would. In any case, he'll do anything to be the case. You were his favorite girl, after all.
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bf!gaku who fills a doorway just by standing there — broad shoulders, thick arms, heavy steps. Yet when he touches you he’s surprisingly gentle, almost hesitant at first, like he’s afraid of crushing you. When he hugs you, his palm spans your whole back.
bf!gaku with a lap that swallows you whole. Sitting on him feels like sinking into a warm couch. He always rests a big hand over your thigh or lower back to keep you from sliding off because he’s so solid.
bf!gaku who forgets how heavy he is. Sometimes he flops down on the bed next to you after a long day and the mattress dips so hard you bounce. He laughs and apologises, “Sorry for the mini-earthquake,” and you can’t help but laugh with him.
bf!gaku who carries you without thinking. Grocery bags? Luggage? You? He just scoops things up and goes. Half the time you don’t even get to finish saying “Do you want me to carry—” before he’s already done it.
bf!gaku who’s protective but never possessive. He’ll step in front of you instinctively if someone bumps into you, but he doesn’t cage you. His strength is there to make you feel free, not trapped.
bf!gaku whose warmth feels like a weighted blanket. When you’re anxious he drapes himself over you — one arm, one leg, heavy chest pressed to your back — until your breathing slows under his weight.
bf!gaku with quiet domestic habits. He opens jars, moves furniture, reaches high shelves without looking, but also brings you snacks or a drink while you’re studying because he knows he’s better at the “big” tasks than the “tiny” ones.
bf!gaku with a low, rumbly voice. When he’s tired it drops even deeper; he mumbles “Come here” and pats his chest until you curl up against him, and you feel the vibrations of his words more than you hear them.
bf!gaku who hides his softness. Under all that bulk he’s the one who remembers your favourite dessert, your comfort playlist, and carries a spare hoodie for you in his bag because “mine’s bigger; it’ll be warmer.”
You are both the most diligent worker at Sakamoto's Store and the most hypersexual person that Shin knows. Overhearing your thoughts and accidentally seeing your fantasies routinely leads to profound psychic damage for him, as well as the most poorly timed boners in the world.
All of this only gets worse when the two of you start hooking up.
6k words. comedy, smut. all the sex scenes are vanilla; however, the reader constantly reads and thinks about horny fanfiction tropes including: free use, omegaverse, and breeding. these are all mentioned but not discussed in detail. warning: the reader has a warped/unhealthy relationship with her sexuality, this fic is about shin fixing her with his stroke game lol. credits to @/cafekitsune for the dividers and @hansolen for the fic brainrot <3
You are the worst coworker that Shin has ever had.
This is saying a lot, given that he's worked with countless two-bit assassins who could barely a handle a gun (no one he worked with in his late teenage years could hold a candle to Mr. Sakamoto, truly), as well as Lu, who can barely orient herself within the store. You are, in contrast, brutally efficient with your work, incredible with the customers, and very cooperative with Shin. You even know how to handle a gun, and you do it with such pinpoint precision that it's always nonlethal despite being brutally debilitating. (Your skill level does hold a candle to Mr. Sakamoto in this respect, and Shin wonders if his boss has given you some kind of private training—a thought that fills him with such jealousy that it makes him want to chew on the sale stickers in his hands.) There's just one problem.
You are probably the horniest person alive, and Shin is about to lose his fucking mind listening to your thoughts.
Now, Shin is used to hearing the unfiltered stream of consciousness of the average human being. This naturally includes carnal desires here and there. He’s desensitized to most people’s erotic fantasies about their favourite gravure idol, memories of their last sexual encounter, intrusive thoughts about their friends, et cetera. He habitually tunes it out. But whereas a regular person might have these thoughts once or twice a day, you seem to have them once or twice an hour. And none of your thoughts are ever brief or underdeveloped. They usually last at least ten minutes each, with detailed internal monologuing and accompanying 8K UltraHD visuals, and you really only ever stop when you're trying to remember a code at the till or doing some quick mental math with the accounts.
Needless to say, Shin tries to keep you at the register as much as possible.
You used to tell yourself (in your head) that your mental fixation on sex was a natural consequence of your dry spell. After quitting the assassin life, you'd been celibate for the first time in at least a decade, forced to attain sexual gratification with nothing but masterfully written fanfiction and your vast collection of vibrators. (Your favourite one is hot pink, seven inches, rabbit eared. You sometimes have trouble getting it to fit, but it’s worth it for the way you cum when you do, and this knowledge makes Shin want to die.) You were convinced that getting laid would bring you enough relief to stop thinking about sex every hour of the day. You had thought that you'd go back to “normal” after that, though Shin doesn't know what “normal” entails for you. (One free-use fantasy a day instead of twelve? Daydreams strictly featuring humans rather than tentacle monsters? It's hard to say.)
Regardless, Shin had to agree: surely, there would be a limit to your sex-obsessed thoughts. It made a lot of sense that you were simply frustrated and in need of an outlet. Naturally, after sleeping with you, he'd expected your thoughts to quiet down.
(Yes—Shin slept with you. It was an accident, through and through, and he routinely feels bad about it. He'd been meaning to ask you out, treat you to dinner, maybe even get you flowers depending on the vibe. The type of thing that Mr. Sakamoto did for Aoi, when they first started dating. If everything went well, then you two could consider getting intimate. His interest in you has nothing to do with sex, after all—no, not even the fact that you've had explicit fantasies about deepthroating him while he works the cash. He'd die if you ever tried that, actually.
The plan was always to take things slow and maybe even start a relationship if the two of you really hit it off. He'd even asked Mr. Sakamoto for advice on what a civilian romance should look like! But then Shin walked you back to your apartment one night when you were feeling down, and you invited him upstairs, and one thing led to another, and, well… it turns out that you aren't the type of person to take things slow. Or think about relationships. Shin’s never overheard any thoughts from you about actually dating him, come to think of it. And no, before you ask—that doesn't bother him. Not at all. Not one bit.)
To both his surprise and yours, getting laid somehow had the opposite effect on you. Rather than being calmed, you're somehow even hornier—and now all your horny thoughts are about Shin.
It's nonstop. Shin can't believe it. Whereas you used to think about all sorts of people in your sexual fantasies (mostly your fanfiction men, but also some BL characters, occasionally Keanu Reeves, and very often that Nagumo guy), you now think solely of Shin. You're thinking about him right now, pausing as you finish restocking the onigiri.
Shin can hear every single thought from across the room, the way you feel the edges of your sanity fraying with the memory of his touch. The whole day, you've been remembering how it felt to have your pussy stretched around his cock, how it felt to have his hands on your curves, how he seemed to know exactly how to touch your body to make you keen. (Shin admits he cheated; a little ESP goes a long way in bed.) You soaked the sheets when you finally came, and he kissed you relentlessly through your orgasm. It made you so horny that you had to immediately go another round.
No other man’s ever made you cum like that, you keep thinking. You've fucked more people than you can count, but not a single person has ever felt so good inside you. The realisation is driving you crazy, and Shin feels like he's about to go crazy with you. In the absence of a cold shower, he wants to shove himself into the freezer right now. There's no other way to get rid of his raging boner.
How did it feel so fucking good?! you keep thinking, oblivious to his struggles. I need his cock inside me again. I need him to hit it raw this time. I need him to bend me over the counter and cum in my pussy right now—
It makes him want to die, listening to your thoughts. It also confuses him, somewhat: he isn't that experienced, and objectively he’s a little clumsy in bed. His performance is probably mid in the grand scheme of things, which makes him wonder why you feel like his dick is heaven-sent.
But more than anything, Shin wonders if you ever think about anything other than his dick. Sex isn't the only thing the two of you have done together. The first time you hooked up, he'd spent the night at your place. You clung to him in his sleep and you drooled on his chest and he thought it was kinda funny. He was careful not to wake you as he wiped your chin. You’d cooked him breakfast by the time he'd woken up: homemade miso, fresh rice, tamagoyaki. He made you burnt coffee after. You gave him a goodbye kiss, which somehow turned into a goodbye blowjob, which then escalated into wasting the day together in bed. You were really cuddly the whole time, and Shin could hear you think, how weird, I hate it when people hold me, and I hate it when people kiss me, but you liked it from Shin. You liked it so much that your pussy started dripping, and then what else could you do but suck him off again? (He returned the favour, of course.)
There was a lot more than just fucking, but you never think about any of that other stuff. You only ever think about his stroke game.
Not that that bothers Shin. Not at all. Not one bit.
By noon, he reaches his limit.
Shin considers himself a responsible guy and dedicated employee. He'd ordinarily never want to take off in the middle of the day to fool around with you—or anyone else—but it's his lunch break, and he has to get you to stop fantasizing. His dick is so hard that it's painful, and even with the apron it's getting tricky to cover up. As soon as the clock hits 12, he's throwing it off and making a beeline for you.
“We need to talk,” he says, grabbing you by the hand, and the face you make is so giddy that he can't help but sigh. You’re practically beaming as you take off your apron and say bye to Lu. We’ll be back in 30! you tell her in a sing-song voice, because you’re a very conscientious worker even when outrageously horny.
“You heard my thoughts?” you ask as the two of you climb the stairs to his room, and he snorts.
“How couldn't I?” He gives you a miserable look, cheeks flushing. “Were you doing that on purpose the whole morning?”
“No.” He raises a brow. “I'm serious—I wasn't trying to cause any trouble for you! It's just…” You bite your lip, and it takes all of Shin’s self-control to stop himself from staring at its glossy sheen. “I really just need to be touched again.”
“I don't believe you,” he says as he pulls you into his room.
“You're an esper! You should know I'm telling the truth!”
“I also know you like to torture me with your thoughts.”
“Well, yeah…” You smile at him, sheepish. “But I really just need a bit of relief. Want me to prove it to you?”
There's a sudden glint in your eye that makes Shin nervous, out of his depth. Sometimes he gets the feeling that you want to eat him alive, and he never knows how to handle it. He’s never gotten this level of attention before, and never in his wildest dreams did he think he'd get it from someone like you.
(Yeah—you're way out of Shin's league. For all his plans of a civilian romance, he wasn’t sure if he could actually score a date with you. He still isn't sure if he can score one. He's also not sure he’ll survive this encounter.)
He swallows. “Prove it…?”
“Uh huh.” You look so pretty right now, sitting on the edge of his bed. “Let me show you.”
You read too much hentai. Shin knows this firsthand (you read a lot of it on the clock, and all the images get blasted right into his prefrontal cortex), but he can also tell from how you act. It’s just way too fucking outrageous when you spread your legs for him, pulling up your skirt, and he's greeted not by the sight of your panties (you wore a lacy pair to work and kept bending over in hopes of flashing him—you had not been shy at all in this thought), but your bare, glistening cunt.
No fucking way.
“You’ve been working like that?!” he blurts out, mildly horrified even though his dick is jumping at the sight of you. You laugh, and you conjure up your panties from somewhere. They dangle from your fingertips, sheer and drenched.
“Took them off as we came up here. They're useless now anyway, see”—they’ve been soaked through for hours, and my thighs are all sticky—“and besides… I wanted to give you easy access.”
He thinks he's going to pass out.
“Easy access,” he repeats stiffly, bright red.
“Uh huh. Wanted to be efficient—we only have, what, twenty minutes?” Before he can even react, you're already turning around, bending over for him, ass up. From this angle, he can see just how wet you are—and how you're clenching around nothing, your cunt empty and needing to be filled. You glance over your shoulder, give him a teasing smile. “What are you waiting for?”
It’s a wonder that Shin doesn't cum on the spot, really. Like he said—he isn't an experienced guy. He's never slept with anyone so forward, or so—well. Smoking hot, for lack of better word. Half of him has a mind to just stand there and say that he can't believe you, and half of him has a mind to fuck you like you've been hoping all morning. Thankfully, this latter half of him wins out—probably for the better. If he helps you work this out of your system, you'll probably stop assaulting his mind with all your horny thoughts and his dick can exist in peace for the rest of the afternoon. Right?
Right?
(He ends up being extremely wrong.)
By the time he's pulled down his pants, put a condom on, and started pushing inside you, the two of you have seventeen minutes left. He worries briefly that it won't be enough time to get you to cum (nor him, though that isn't his goal currently), but it turns out to be a non-issue. Your pussy swallows his cock easily, stretching around him so perfectly that he nearly chokes. He always hears you talking about how sex with him feels leagues better than with any other person, but he’s not sure if you know that the same is true for him. No one's ever felt as good as you, and it takes every ounce of willpower in him not to cum immediately.
You're already close to the edge, too. Probably pent up from squeezing your thighs together all morning and thinking about his touch. You moan in a way that is obscene, like something out of an AV—but Shin knows that it isn't a performance. He can feel your body and hear your thoughts, all the genuine bliss you get from being filled up. When he starts moving, it's with intent. He fucks you like you’ve been fantasising all day, all week—with a relentless pace, focused on giving you nothing but pleasure. You tighten around him like you were made for him, and—
—apparently you feel like you're being used? Like a hole? The fuck! Shin almost stops mid-stroke to balk at you—he wouldn't do that to you!—but then you moan and he feels you getting wetter at the thought, and then he has no choice but to keep going. He's not about to kill your high.
Nine minutes left. Your clit is throbbing, neglected, and as soon as you think about touching yourself, Shin’s fingers are circling it instead and making you keen. He hits the spot inside you that has your eyes rolling back and your spine arching beautifully, and you can’t speak with your mouth, but he hears you anyway: the begging, the neediness, right there right there you're doing so good Shin you feel so good don't stop don't stop don't, don't—
“Oh fuck,” you whimper, pressing your face into the sheets, and then Shin feels you pulsing around him, drenching him. He gets dragged over the edge with you, gasping sharply as he finds his own release. You collapse as he twitches inside you, spilling himself inside the condom, and he almost snorts when he hears you thinking, wish you were cumming in my pussy instead. Do it raw next time, okay?
“You know we have to use a condom,” he says between pants.
“But I'm on birth control! Read my mind—you know I'm telling the truth!”
“And I also know that birth control is only 93% effective,” he says, rolling his eyes. He glances at the clock. “C'mon—we only have five minutes until our lunch break ends.”
It feels a little weird, rushing you. He’s never had a quickie before, but he understands that you can't exactly take your time with cleaning up afterwards. Still, he thinks about what it was like the last time the two of you did this—how slow and soft it was after, how he stayed inside you for a bit, how he kissed you long and cleaned you up carefully. It just felt like the right thing to do after sleeping with someone, especially given that that someone was you. He'd much prefer to do that right now.
But you are both punctual workers, and anyway Shin’s heard enough of your idle thoughts to know that you’re fairly apathetic to aftercare—you never expect it, and you’re never particularly sad when you don't get it. Sometimes you even fantasize about being used roughly and then discarded (a thought that he finds so unpleasant that it instantly kills his boner every time).
So it's probably fine to rush back downstairs, he figures. He throws you some wipes, lets you clean yourself up. You do it without complaint. You're not upset. He can even hear your mind humming with satisfaction, coming down from the highs of sensory pleasure.
Which is why he's confused when he hears you think, Huh. That didn't feel as good as I thought it would.
It's not like it felt bad.
This is what Shin hears all afternoon: You had a good time. You generally like being treated like a hole. You hadn't thought that Shin would have it in him to do that (neither did he, he admits), but it was kind of thrilling that he did. You want him to do it again for sure. He hit your g-spot with the kind of precision that only an esper can manage, and your vision nearly went white as you found your climax.
And that's what matters, right? You came. You had an orgasm. The little death. The ultimate goal of sex. You used to have a hard time with it, but after so many missions your body started to enjoy sex and now you cum very easily. And you came very easily with Shin, so that means you must enjoy having sex with him too, right?
But it was better the first time you had sex. Objectively better. You came way harder. You even squirted during your second round with him! Your orgasm was so intense that you felt blissed out for the rest of the night, and even the morning after. When you woke up and realised that Shin was not only still there, but also holding you, it made you so horny that you nearly woke him up with a blowjob. It was only with great self-control that you woke him up with breakfast instead.
You don’t feel like that right now, though. You don't feel horny and you don't feel like cooking and the euphoria of your orgasm melted away a while ago. You just feel sort of… empty.
You don't feel bad, though. It's a beautiful day. The char siu bao in your hand is incredibly fragrant. Piisuke is on your shoulder and chirping in your ear. Shin looks really handsome in his apron—did you know that, Shin? you ask him in your mind—and he goes bright red at this thought and looks away. You don't feel bad, you mentally reassure him. You just don't feel as good as you thought you would.
But Shin does feel bad. He feels miserable, actually. He's not a very experienced guy, but even he can tell that you’re the type of person who needs to be held after having sex. It seems like you probably don't realise it, but it's clear as day to Shin, and for the rest of the afternoon he hates himself for not having done it. It wouldn’t have had to be for very long.
Lu could have covered for an extra fifteen minutes, he keeps thinking. Fuck!
Eventually, you ask him to come over in the evening, and he scrambles to agree, desperate for a do-over.
Shin’s not really good at this hook-up business.
Now—he isn't exactly good at relationships either, but he feels exceptionally awkward about coming over to your place with the express purpose of having sex. He isn't familiar with dick appointment etiquette, especially not appointments involving a friend. Was he meant to bring a gift? A Netflix movie recommendation? It would have felt wrong to show up completely empty-handed, so he ends up bringing your favourite snacks and two bottles of Pocari Sweat. If this is anything like the first time he stayed over, you'll probably both need it.
You're delighted by the snacks and amused by the drinks. He wrestles with himself over what kind of small-talk to make—there’s a PS5 out right now, and your TV screen is paused on Leon Kennedy’s face, so maybe he can start a conversation about the horror genre? He watches a lot of films—but you're dragging him into your room before he can overthink it.
“I missed you,” you say, voice all sweet with affection as you straddle his lap.
“It's been two hours,” he points out, somehow managing not to stammer.
“Eight hours since we fucked.”
“That's not very long at all.”
“Felt like forever to me.” Your whisper is so tender in his ear, incongruent with the absolute filth you're thinking about right now. You need his cock so, so bad—you’d have it inside you 24/7 if you could have it your way, though he's also free to help himself to your body at any hour of the day. Sure, he can't smoke on the premises, but there's no rule against hiking up your skirt and pushing your panties to the side so he can—
“I wouldn't do that in the store!” he squawks, and you giggle.
“Then you should start taking me up to your room more often.”
Shin would be more than happy to host you, actually. He’s been thinking lately about having you over for dinner—Aoi’s been teaching him how to cook—and getting to know you better, in a non-Biblical way. But Shin knows that's not what you mean. You want him to carry you upstairs without asking and to throw you onto his bed and to fuck you into the mattress. You want to go back to your shift without your panties, his cum dripping out of your pussy and sliding down your—
“You really want me to finish inside you,” Shin remarks, bewildered at your sheer obsession over it, and you tilt your head.
“Don't you?”
“No. I mean, yes. I mean—we shouldn't. It's, uh. Risky. I don't want to get you, y'know… pregnant…” His dick twitches in a way that makes him grateful that you don't have ESP. He's realising something about himself that he absolutely cannot think about, and which you would absolutely exploit if you figured out. He clears his throat, hoping he looks normal. “Like. You know. It's better to be on the safe side.”
You study him carefully. “I dunno, Shin.” You smile knowingly. “I don't think I'd mind it if you wanted to breed me.”
Shin is going to die.
The next twenty minutes pass in a horny blur. The two of you spend it all over each other, his cock sliding along your opening—dangerously close to pushing in. You beg him for just the tip, both verbally and mentally—pleaaase Shin please please please it'd be so easy, I'm still stretched out from before, you know it'd feel good—and he's watched enough adult films to know that this is a blatant trap. He somehow pulls away, and immediately feels bad at the crushed expression you make, so he decides he has no choice but to make it up to you by putting his head between your thighs. Within minutes he’s sucking on your clit and making you keen, his fingers curling inside you. He knows your orgasm is intense both from the way you gush all over his face and how your mind goes pleasantly, blissfully quiet for a moment.
It doesn't stay quiet for long.
The most debauched image possible comes to his mind—you, underneath him, your legs folded into a mating press as you take his cock. He’s giving you another load, pumping you full. It's filling up your womb, and you'll definitely get pregna—
“You’re fucking evil,” he groans. “And you read way too much hentai. Those visuals were so goofy.”
You laugh, unbothered. “Sorry, I'll adjust them for realism next time.”
“Please don't,” he begs, even though he knows he's going to spend the next week being mentally assaulted by your breeding kink fantasies. He just hopes they stay relatively normal and don't devolve into the weird omegaverse stuff. Or the monsterfucking stuff. Or the gangbang scenarios. Please, God, anything but the gangbang fantasies. He’ll scream if you imagine another threesome with him and that invisible asshole who kidnapped Lu. He’ll simply resign if you add Nagumo.
To your profound disappointment, Shin ends up using a condom. He doesn't give you much time to feel sad about it, settling quickly between your legs and practically knocking the breath out of you as he thrusts into you. He’s left kind of breathless too. You weren't lying—you are still stretched out from earlier in the day, wet and pliant for him, and there's hardly any resistance as he starts pumping into you. He watches you carefully, laid out underneath him—your eyes squeezing shut as you're made to take his cock. Your mind goes a little quiet again, overwhelmed by pleasure. It's simultaneously a blessing and a curse: Shin’s finally getting a break from your psychic teasing, but the knowledge that he's fucking you dumb is doing something horrible to him.
He changes his angle, and a whimper leaves you. You tighten and gush around him in a way that makes it obvious what he’s hitting; he doesn't need ESP to know to keep doing it. Still, your thoughts are going haywire, a tangle of desire, and it's impossible for him to ignore. I need, he keeps hearing as your thighs starts to twitch, as you start tearing up, I need I need I need I need—
Your eyes land on his lips, and Shin hears you.
His kiss is open-mouthed, clumsy, but you’re hungry for it anyway. You’re panting into each other’s mouths when you start pulsing around Shin’s dick, and you end up cumming so hard on his cock that it's dizzying for you both. He fucks you through your orgasm, and it's only when you're glassy-eyed and limp beneath him that he finally lets himself finish. He pulls back as he does, gasping sharply, but not for long—you draw him back in quickly, clinging to him as you seek out another kiss. The two of you stay like that for a long moment—still connected, breaths heavy with exhaustion, lips slow and lazy against each other.
“Enjoy yourself more this time?” Shin asks, and you hum sweetly against his mouth. You’re still too mindless from your orgasm to form any real thoughts, but Shin can tell that you don't really want to talk. You want to keep kissing him. And you want him to hold you while you do it, which he happily obliges.
Some ten minutes later, you make a small noise of protest when Shin pulls out of you, and it turns into a look of outright betrayal when he gets up. Shin’s heart clenches immediately.
“Just getting stuff to clean up,” he explains, and you relax visibly.
“Oh,” you say. “Right.”
You seem antsy. You feel antsy. You're antsy because you just realised how much you like kissing Shin. Specifically, you've realised that kissing him elevates your orgasms into mind-blowing experiences, and now you're questioning every other orgasm you've had. Maybe I don't actually enjoy sex that much? you wonder. Or maybe I always needed to be kissed to enjoy it more? Wait, no. I hate it when people kiss me. It's gross. Except for when it's Shin. Why Shin? Hm… that apron must really be doing something for me.
Your head hurts. Shin patiently watches you replay your past experiences in your head, comparing all those nights with this one, and he can’t help but frown. Deeply. Your eyes go wide when he gives you an alarmed look at one particular memory.
“Shit, sorry! I forgot you’d see all that.”
“No, I'm sorry,” he says, feeling—not for the first time—guilty about his powers. “If I could turn it off, I would.”
“Don't be sorry. You can't help it. That'd be like if I were sorry for breathing.” But despite your easy words, you’re watching him carefully, and your mind is stirring in an unsettling way. I'm nervous? you realise. Your heart is beating in a way that suggests a flight or fight response. It gets worse the longer you stare at him. Why am I nervous? Tell me, Shin.
“I wouldn't know.” Except he’s got a good guess, and he'd rather die than say it out loud because it would be embarrassing for you both if he were wrong. He'd have to resign. Nevertheless, he tries to guide you in a specific direction: “Have you really never liked it when people kissed you?”
“No,” you reply immediately. “I don't see the point of kissing during sex.”
He gives you a long look. “What if it’s not just sex? What if it's just a regular kiss on a regular day with, like, a partner? Someone you're really serious about.” He blinks at the confused stare you're giving him. “You mean you don't like that either?”
It's suddenly very noisy. Shin can hear your mind buzzing as you stare at the ceiling of your room, not with coherent sentences so much as shapeless confusion. His skin crawls with the echo of your discomfort; it's a wonder you aren't slipping out from the sheets to run away.
“...I don't know,” you finally decide. “I don't have much real dating experience.”
“Huh? You’ve said before that you've dated lots of guys.”
“Um.” You’re careful not to look at him. “Yeah, I guess. They all sucked though. I, like, wanted to kill every single one of my exes.”
“Like they were shitty boyfriends?”
No, like they were assassination targets, you think, and Shin has to keep a straight face as you reply, “Yeah, something like that.”
You rarely lie to Shin. You did it somewhat frequently until you figured out that he was capable of ESP, and then you stopped because you didn't see a point anymore. You only do it now when there's something you really don't want to talk about, so Shin relents. He focuses on cleaning himself up, and he interrupts the tense hum of your thoughts when he turns his attention to you. By the time he's finished and slid back into bed, your more complicated emotions have vanished, and you're back to marveling at the quality of the orgasm you just had. Apparently you like to keep things fairly simple in your inner world.
When Shin puts an arm around you, he can hear your pleasant surprise—and your immediate desire to press into him.
You're so happy just being held by him, it's shocking. And painfully endearing. Shin tries to pretend not to notice the warm glow of your thoughts, as well as your confusion over them: surely the simple act of being close to someone can't feel so good. Maybe the whole kissing thing was just a coincidence and Shin happened to be hitting it just right when your lips met. Or maybe he used his ESP on you to make you cum extra hard and he's still influencing you, and that's why you feel so tenderhearted right now.
“My powers only allow me to read minds,” he tells you. “I can't control other people.”
“Aw,” you say, “that's too bad. I bet forced orgasms with ESP would feel amazing.”
“...”
Shin realises something else about himself that he absolutely cannot let you know. Thankfully for him, you're none the wiser. Your mind’s somewhere else entirely when you climb on top of him, smiling neatly. Mind you, what you're thinking is still making him feel nervous. He's always a little out of his depth with you.
“Shin…”
You lean in, breath sweeping over his lips. His heart jumps.
“Y-yeah?”
“I'm still confused about how that felt so good.”
“I’ve noticed.”
You hold back a laugh. “Yeah, I guess you would have.” Then you give him an apologetic look. “Sorry I'm so stuck on it. I just thought I knew my body, y'know? I felt like I had tried everything worth trying. Sex was starting to feel boring, including the freaky stuff. But this is very new to me.”
This close up, Shin can feel the brush of your lashes when they flutter. See the glossy swell of your lips from all the kissing. Take in the fragrance of your hair. He starts to feel dizzy. “I-is it? I don't think we've been doing anything, uh. Crazy.”
“I didn't think so either.” Your thumb traces his lip. You're thinking about kissing him again, and you're also thinking about riding him as you do it. “I can't help but want to try it a few more times, you know? Just to make sure it wasn't a fluke.”
“A few more times,” he repeats, and you smile.
“You don't have anywhere you need to be tonight, do you?”
The two of you get two hours of sleep that night, and you end up going through both bottles of Pocari Sweat and all the snacks. There's no time for breakfast or burnt coffee the morning after; you make the executive decision to just eat something at the store instead. Shin leaves behind a toothbrush and you tell him he should also bring an extra set of clothes next time. He tries not to get too excited about the fact that there's going to be a next time. He fails.
Mr. Sakamoto sees the two of you as you make it to work just on time together and immediately figures out what's happened. Shin gets a mental reprimand for not marrying you first, and the disappointment from Mr. Sakamoto is so strong that he briefly considers resigning out of disgrace. But he stays on, and the days pass, and your relationship with him remains the same. Sort of.
Because, see. Now that you're regularly getting laid, your horny thoughts have finally (finally!) calmed down. You now have one free-use fantasy a day instead of twelve, and your daydreams only occasionally feature tentacle monsters. You do like to torture Shin with breeding kink scenarios, but that's only once a day, and they never involve any other guys. Shin considers this a victory, respite from the psychic agony that he was previously experiencing.
There's just one problem.
You want to kiss Shin all the time now, and it's making him feel like the horniest person alive.
He can't believe it. He doesn't have a particularly strong sex drive, and he rarely ever has sexual fantasies. But holy shit is he having them a lot now, and he can't say it's strictly your fault.
You spend most of the day now thinking about what it felt like to kiss him in bed, and what it felt like to hold his hand as he moved inside you, and what it felt like to be in his arms afterwards. What it would feel like if you were to do those things that you used to hate—kissing someone, linking fingers, embracing them—with Shin. Not just in bed, but on a regular day, out in the open. In a secluded park somewhere, or maybe at the top of a Ferris wheel, or even on a random street corner if the mood is right. All of these daydreams are usually followed by very explicit fantasies about public, unprotected sex, but the kissing is the most important part of it. The subsequent creampies are pretty significant too, but not nearly as much as the bits where you make out.
And somehow, the thought of cumming in you is not the part of the fantasy that's driving Shin crazy.
You give him a meaningful look. A week ago, this would have been a sign that you wanted him to bend you over the counter and give you backshots. Now it means you want to sneak away to kiss him and hold hands, and this makes him want to do things to you that would get him fired immediately.
Shin sighs, and he contemplates shoving himself into the freezer.
END
I wrote this with one hand and did not proofread it. my apologies if you see any errors. I just needed to be free of these thoughts asap. release me...
PS - I know the Resident Evil/Leon Kennedy mention must have felt very random, but it's set-up for potential future sequels haha.
Being shy is not for the weak. Especially if your crush has fuckton of fangirls.
fluffㅤidiots in loveㅤreader is described to be a shy person. NOT PROOFREAD
“Literally, just approach him.”
“No.”
“Just walk up to him and say hi—”
“HELL NO.”
You slumped your head against the table, sighing in dread. Today, you've invited your friends Rion and Sakamoto to the cafe near JCC. Saturday afternoons are your favourite day and time every week, it's the most perfect day to sit around some cafe and have a chit chat with your friends with the smell of caffeine lingering around.
You sighed, “It's not easy okay? I mean for you guys it is because he's your friend but the thing is, he doesn't even know me! You can't just expect me there to walk up to him and—” you went on and the world kept spinning.
Rion and Sakamoto listened to you ramble, the male humming and nodding alone to the side. You've been crushing on their friend—Nagumo. It all started when he saved you from a bunch of bullies on a random Tuesday afternoon. Typical romance settings.
This has been going on for years now. You never got a chance to thank him properly because whenever you see him walking in the hallway or even being in the same room as you—you quickly bolt out.
‘I’m such a coward…’
And if that wasn't the worst, there was one time you gathered all of your courage and sanity that's left in you to finally thank him.
Leaning against the tree, you exhaled to yourself, you placed your hand over your beating chest, exhaling, you took one last peek at Nagumo, who's playing sudoku at the bench. god, help you, he's the prettiest man you've ever laid your eyes on. The way his hair flows smoothly along the wind, the shadows of the leaves perfectly casting on his face along with the ray of the sunlight.
‘okay [Name]. You got this… you practiced this last night. Just walk up to him, give the cupcakes and run. Okay, I think I got this.’
With your new profound determination, you moved your feet, walking towards him with a box in your hand.
‘I wonder if he'll like this…’
Just as you were about to get close, a group of pretty girls from the assassin department crowded him fast, offering him a branded cupcake from the bakery near JCC. It was expensive. Unlike yours, which was home made and baked with all the love you have.
‘ofcourse, what did I expect…’ you sulked, the determination you had earlier had completely vanished. Turning your heel, you walked away with a heavy heart. ‘A son of a famous spy family deserves something expensive…’ you glanced at your box of cupcakes, ‘not a homemade one.’
“Ah ladies, I'm gonna have to turn down your lovely offers. I'm currently on a diet you see” Nagumo sweatdropped, watching as their faces drop one by one.
Nagumo's eyes silently flickered at your figure, standing with a box in your hand. His eyes landed on your face that's plastered in defeat expression. He wanted to reach out on you, invite you to the cat cafe he found nearby, but these girls kept grabbing him everywhere.
He can only watch as you walk away, head hung low with a box tucked in your arms.
“I doubt that I can have my shot in him. I mean, he already has so many pretty girls with him. And I'm just—here… existing silently.” You frowned, you failed to notice Rion and Sakamoto calling your attention with their facial expressions
“Pretty girls? Oh I wonder who's this lucky guy you're talking about.”
You flinched upon hearing the voice behind you. You don't even need to turn around, you recognize that voice everywhere, it's one of the voices you love anyway.
“Hey there, Nagumo. You're done running away from your fangirls?” Rion greeted Nagumo and took a seat beside you, your shoulders touching for one second, causing you to tense and sweat bullets. Oh how you wish the ground could just swallow you up right now.
“Yeah, they gave me a good run. Though it's pretty tiring.” He poked the strawberry juice with his straw, turning to you with a smile, “who's this cutie with you guys? You didn't even bother introducing me to them.” He sulked.
Sakamoto was quick to add up, “This is [Name]. They're in the same department as us.” Nagumo hummed at his friend's answers. He can't help but grin at your flustered state, you looked like you could explode if he touched you.
“Nice to meet you, [Name]! Nagumo Yoichi, I just transferred here to the assassin department last year. Nice to meet you” he introduced, still keeping a smile as he took out his hand for a handshake.
“Uh.. nice to meet you too…” you mindlessly grabbed his index finger, shaking it instead of his hands. god aren't you the cutest? he's so going to tease you because of this.
“Haha that's cute. Anyways, who's the guy you're talking about earlier? Was it a crush of yours?”
‘you’ you quickly shook your head, calm down [Name]! You've embarrassed yourself enough today, you can't fumble in front of him now!
“its…” ‘god what the hell should I answer! I can't just say it's him! Hell no!’ you panicked internally, Rion and Sakamoto could only watch in embarrassment at the hilarious sight in front of them. Nagumo was just smiling at you while you kept looking everywhere but him.
“It's… none of your business…” you answered timidly.
But Nagumo kept grinning like a little gremlin.
“Really? By the way you talk about him, it looks like you're heart broken. C'mon just tell me! I swear I wont snitch.” he pressed, you looked over at Rion and Sakamoto for help but they only busy themselves by eating your home made cupcakes.
“Hm? Well?” This is so stressful!
“I-its Uzuki Kei from my class!”
Silence.
Rion dropped her cupcake, Sakamoto’s jaw dropped on the floor
And Nagumo's hopes and dreams are crushed into little pieces.
He felt an irk forming on his forehead. Seriously? Uzuki? That loser who sits in the back thinking he's some main character? What the hell do you see in him! Nagumo exists, he's handsome, talented, funny and not a total kill joy unlike that old looking man with white hair!
But more importantly of it all, he saved you from your bullies two years ago… so how come that Uzuki get your feelings so easily?
He crushed the milk box in his hand, ignoring how the contents spilled from his hands, “Is that so? I see…” he muttered silently.
You nodded your head vigorously, “Now excuse me, I still have classes to attend…” and just like that, you bolted away like a flash. Leaving him with a broken heart and devastation.
Seeing Nagumo's defeated expression, Sakamoto offered him a cupcake, in hopes of cheering him up.
“Thanks dude” he took a bite of the cupcake, his eyes widening at the sweet taste exploding in his mouth. The sweetness was on the right amount, not too sweet and not too bland either. Just perfect the way he wants it.
“Who baked these?” He asked. Sakamoto gave him the box—Nagumo's eyes widened at the familiarity of the box.
It was the same box he saw you were holding the other day.
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