may i request sakadays men with an reader who rivals their strength and intelligence? i mean it in the way that she could keep up with their skills to the point that the reader ALMOST rivals their skills. (HEAVY on JCC!Taro Sakamoto, the seba brothers, uzuki kei, nagumo and your favs !!) hihi this is my first time sending a drabble request💓💓( ◜‿◝ )♡ thank youuu for feeding us author!!!
Matching his pace
Synopsis: Sakadays men find that there essentially a second version of themselves waltzing around and minding her own business. Just how exactly do they they feel about it and how do they treat you?
I mean, this man is a literal legend and it's because there isn't anyone in the business who can match his strength. So to have you give him a hard time while simultaneously making it look as effortless as he does, it makes him the slightest bit nervous.
Thankfully though, he doesn't take it to heart! He just sees it as another obstacle to overcome.
That being said, sparring together is super common! You're strong, fast and stable— exactly what he needs to test his limits. And from what he can tell, you're capable of adapting just as quickly as he is, so it's not like he walks away with all the benefits, now does he?
If the two of you are sparring, it's not long until others are joining to watch. There's something surreal about watching two inhumane beings trade blows with one another. So it often racks up quite the crowd and people often make bets on who will stand victorious. Do NAWT be surprised if you find Rion and/or Nagumo heading these and collecting bets like they're paid to do it. (They kinda are.)
One thing about Taro is that he's a reliable person— both on and off the field. So don't be surprised it you happen to find him handing you snacks, water or a spare cigarette, if you smoke. The exchange is silent— to nobody's surprise. But the message is clear as day.
"Don't work yourself too hard. Rest up. I've got your back."
Otherwise, if you're working on a mission together, he's honestly a lot more chilled around you. He definitely can feel the coordination between you and he knows that you can hold your own really well, should you be separated. It's also an added plus that he can go all out and not have to worry about putting you in harm's way— only if needed.
But all in all, he has a ton of respect for you— both as a person and as an assassin. You're strong and trustworthy. And if you'll allow it, he'd like to play a similar role in your life.
Yoichi Nagumo
New friend unlocked!
You either love to see him coming or hate it. No in-between.
Mr Man is fascinated. You're fast, strong and just as quick-witted as he is. There's a fun little challenge right there! What isn't there to love?!
Which is also why he feels he should put those skills to the test. Problem is: you figure him out every time!
Sneak attack? Blocked and countered.
Disguised in the crowd? Spotted and within seconds.
Lies? Useless, because you're a human lie detector.
Every time you catch him and/or restrain him, he just laughs it off like you told him the silliest joke possible.
"Caught out again! Wow, [Name], you're a pro at this!"
In some ways, you remind him of Sakamoto and Rion. You're all strong— so strong that you don't buy or play into his tricks. Which is honestly a super nice challenge for him! And nostalgic.
You're essentially his test dummy. He wants to try a new technique for combat or longer lasting disguises? Don't be surprised when you get a call from him. If he feels that he needs to improve something in his combative technique, you're getting jumped.
You'll definitely notice that he isn't as reserved around you. There's still that lingering fear that you will eventually slip up and die— you are both assassins— but he gets the feeling that you won't be as reckless. You think almost exactly the way he does. If he managed to survive as long as he did with his methods, he's sure you will too.
And it's not like he won't have your back, if the situation does change.
Kei Uzuki
He's genuinely surprised.
From what he can tell, no matter what skills, ploys or techniques he deploys, you always seem to meet him right where he's at. Sure, he can beat you. But he's also very acutely aware of how easily you can beat him too. It genuinely irks him while simultaneously intriguing him.
That's what makes him decide to keep a close eye on you and potentially have you join his cause. But he never pushes— out of fear that pushing too hard will lead to a fatal error on his end. He learnt that the hard way.
"That was close. Too close. I suppose it's about time I retreat. See you another time."
He studies you. You're someone to be wary of, if you can constantly keep him on his toes. How is he meant to create a new Order, if he knows that you're right there and much too capable of undoing all his hard work? And better yet, how exactly can he comfortably best you? If he does that, it means he's stronger and there's one less obstacle in his way.
If you do decide to join his cause, he definitely entrusts you with a lot. He almost views you as a second him and would occasionally treat you as such. You do a few of his odd errands. Again, only a few. He's not interested on having you go rogue on him after all his hard work.
Whether he chooses to admit it, you become something of a silent obsession of his. Without even realising, he begins to create plan with your interference in mind.
But there's always this unspoken tension between you. Even if he does start outwardly treating you like an ally, you're still a potential foe in his eyes and he's never going to forget that.
Gaku
Oh, hell yeah!
He fought you once. Once! He blocked a punch that he almost recognised as his own. It surprised him, so he decided to play around with you for a bit. And that decided everything for the both of you.
Bro is giddy. You're just fem him, why would he complain? You got the strength, speed, battle IQ and agility to keep him moving, so why would he look in the direction of something so mundane?!
He's another one who keeps you as an obsession. He also doesn't label it. Not because he is too prideful to do so, but because he simply doesn't see it as such. Though it is disgustingly obvious. Tasks stop being "just get it done, so you can go home," but start being "the sooner you finish this boring crap, you can go fight [Name]."
Mr man is actually your public enemy #1. Kei and Kashima have to constantly keep him off your back. And if you like fighting too? That's even worse! For everyone else around you.
But if the two of you can keep it tame, you're sparring partners. If he gets bored or needs someone to help him recover his fill strength after an injury, he comes to you. Since you can match him, he knows that if he can't at least tie with you, he's not where he's meant to be at and should go back to training wheels. Or keep going at it with you until he's finally in his groove.
"Damn! Got me down again? Let's go again. I think I'll actually beat you this time."
When he does beat you, he surprisingly doesn't discard you afterward. He let's you come back— just to see of you can still keep up with him the way you usually do. And when you do, he's more than willing to keep up the vicious cycle!
But he still treats you like a bro everywhere else. You're strong and he respects that. So don't be too surprised when he invites you to play video games with him or go out to get lunch.
Natsuki Seba
Puts on a nonchalant facade #2.
You're smart. You're capable. You're able to create quality designs and tech. And you're able to do all this within working hours, if not, earlier. Why are you so cool and why is he so envious?
But he's chill. If he's stumped, he'll often seek you out for extra ideas! Something about chatting with you makes him flow way better and feel more energised. And don't be afraid to ask him for the same. He's not for being interrupted while working, but he can bend his rules for you. Besides, if it's with you, it's not like his time will be wasted. [platonic(?)]
He's another one that will urge you to take breaks in between lengthy sessions. If there's anyone who knows how it feels to be riding on a sudden wave of inspiration, it's him. But at the same time, he doesn't want you burning out.
Sparring with you is actually what he deems to be a fair assessment of his gear. He knows any and all input you have on his work is genuine and would definitely improve its overall quality. Furthermore, you're the first person to see his creations, when they're complete. In simpler terms, he trusts you, your skills and your opinion.
"So that's your take on this? I guess it is worth looking into. Thanks."
He definitely tries to return the favour whenever and however he can. If he spots a fault in any of your works, he'll point it out. He's not stupid enough to go poking at anything without explicit permission or prior knowledge on the mechanism first. But if you allow him, he'd feel honoured to have your trust.
Ironically, he gets too soft with you. Too many rules are bent for you and it makes people suspicious about the nature of your relationship with him. So you're often the subject of rumors. Unsurprisingly, it flies straight over his head! And even if he is aware, does he care? No.
Mafuyu Seba
You genuinely irritate him.
For whatever reason, he cannot seem to beat you. Every time he gets close, you pull something and he has lost his edge.
(This is mostly because you make him lose his cool, which opens himself up to being easily apprehended. Whether you choose to tell him to his face is entirely up to you. I will not fight you on it, but Mafuuyu defo will.)
For this reason, he acts like a grumpy cat around you— always glaring and grumbling as if that will make him any stronger.
"Again? Are you serious? I swear— Ugh! Whatever! Just come back here in a week, I swear, I'll beat you then."
There have been occasions wherein he'd fight with you, then make a show of sanitising himself to cleanse his precious body of the filth that is you. This is all done while glaring straight at you. (It's the same vibe as when people will heavily sigh in hopes of someone asking "what's wrong?" Pay him any mind and he will take it as an invitation to begin a small speech on how annoying you are and how he will best you. One day.)
Yaps about you often! There is nobody who doesn't know about how much he hates your guts! There is not a single soul who doesn't know of you and your strength. At least when comparison to his.
Some people will hear it and tease him— claiming that he has a crush on you and should just confess. He'll always scowl and oppose the notion with great fury.
People often comment on how graceful the two of you fighting is. (It gets on his nerves.) The clashing of his blades against your weapon, the seamless string of movements, the cool focus— it makes people feel like they're watching a waltz between you instead of a battle.
But on the off chance he does actually beat you, his initial reaction is surprise. Then, it's to accuse you of going easy on him. Though he himself will never admit it, fighting and losing to you was pretty fun. In its own way.
He also doesn't tolerate slander against you. If his ears pick up on anyone speaking ill of you, he's on them. Only he can talk about you like that!
a/n: Hi! Welcome! Thanks for requesting this! Honestly, this is a super cool idea and made it my mission to start the millisecond I had a gap in my schedule!
One thing I love about this request is that it's pretty open-ended. I know most people who search up [insert character] x reader are expecting romance. But this request lends it self to be platonic too, so I wrote it with that in mind! Hope you don't mind.🤍🤍
| HIGH IN LOW PLACES + natsuki seba & yoichi nagumo.
+cw. — fem!reader, headcanon + scenarios format, canon typical themes and elements, mention of alcohol and drinking,ex.plicit smut{ mention ofunprotected, oral acts }, slight angst and fluff.
+wc. — 2k.
+syn.— how do they generally spend their off day ? Is it any different when you're with them?
+notes. — my sk days debut post. yay! yay! i just caught up with it and im still making memes in my head ( yeah, its that bad </3)tap the banner for better quality </3 cuz tumblr made it so whack after upload. the title is from a song by beach weather ( one of my recent favs ). i have some more wips on sk days but lets see if the starts align or they go against me. wanted add two more characters but i got carried away while writing. so next two for next weekend ig. if you catch my favoritism, then good. go ahead & exploit it ;) | redirect to blog navigation.
✦ natsuki seba :
The sun has not even kissed the horizon yet. It is still afternoon. Natsuki was busy building one of his work-in-progress weapons as usual even though it was an off day. The JCC is not exactly asleep but is surely a little doused today. JCC never sleeps. You are in his dorm room, waiting for him to finish his work at least to a certain stage and then have lunch with you but you doubt he is barely aware of what time it is. You are not exactly hungry, at least not for those wet soggy noodles but you do miss him even though he is right in front of you. There are times when you have to feed him lunch so that he can keep working. The dorm room is small for two but given the habits of you two, it always works out, somehow. You sleep when he is working while he sleeps when you are busy or out to get something. But currently, sleep is nowhere to be found at the banks of your eyes.
“Natsu, come eat with me,”
Seba turns his head at first and gives you a look; a look that clearly states: “Are you mad?” Do you know how ridiculous you sound? His eyebrows grow closer while his lips pucker forming a pout and then he goes back to working again. He is mocking you. He is working while you sit idle and flip through a porn magazine from his collection. It’s funny because the porn magazine is not his. It is from Shin. He was just looking out for him. Shin thought it was highly uncanny how a guy could make weapons all day and night, and be obsessed with something so odd that one forgets to masturbate. Doesn’t even have the urge? Or better does his curious side not think about such self-pleasurable prospects? Well, what would Shin know?
“Natsu, come eat me out,”
At first, he looks up from the device he was working on and then spares a glance at you.
You make yourself busy flipping through the pages of that lewd magazine. He is staring. You can feel it.
He goes back to work again but a second later he puts the miniature parts from his hand beside the device and turns his chair towards you rubbing his chin as his elbow stands on the hand-rest of the chair. He is considering it. Holy Shit. You did not mean that.
“Really? Can I?” There is a thin layer of sneer laced underneath his voice.
You closed the magazine and stood up, keeping it on his table. He looks at the cover and a chuckle escapes from his chest probably remembering how he got it or why you ordered him to eat you out; not that he would mind . . . his eyes are back on you again. “Now that I’ve your attention. Finish your lunch and then work on your project.”
“I’m going out to meet someone,” You try to leave but he grabs your wrist pulling you back in front of the bed.
“You're lying.” he snorts out a chuckle.
“You know,” Natsuki gets up and takes slow steps towards you as you back away cornering you as he still holds your hand. “eating you out . . . that might just be the thing I need to finish my project.”
Wait. what?
Before you can ask anything he just puts you on his shoulders, walks to the bed throwing you on the mattress. For someone who is a weapon engineer, who does not spend time on fieldwork he sure has a lot of strength.
“I didn’t mean it. I just wanted to get your attention that’s all.” you try to protest but it does not faze him, not even a little.
“Well you did a good job.” Grabbing your ankles he pulls you towards the edge of the bed before getting on his knees. He points to the cup noodles. “And, i’m not eating that.”
He pulls down your panties and shorts simultaneously. You do not stop him because you crave him as much as he needs this to de-stress or that’s how he would put it. Spreading your legs he places a trail of tender kisses along your thighs threatening your sanity, threatening the urge to push him away but you simply do not want to do that. You want this: him worshipping you like he used to. The moment his lips graze your entrance you arch back, hands resting on the mattress and crumpling the sheets as Seba gets more devoted to the cause. You put one of your legs over his shoulders as he buries his face deeper inclining his face a little to lap his tongue against your pussy lips. You bite your lower lip roughly before a whisper of words comes out of your mouth, “Ya know, you should return those magazines to Shin,”
“What?” he asks; nose glistening with your arousal, wet lips, cherry cheeks, and excited eyes. A curvature appears along your lips as you run your fingers through his hair and tug at it revealing his forehead forcing his eyes to close just for a second. He is still waiting for your response.
“Nothing. Get to work,” you say and he listens to it like a good boy.
✦ yoichi nagumo.
“Is it that tasty?” Nagumo asks drinking an o-choko full of sake from your share. His face distorts feeling the strong fizziness. “How can you drink this?” his voice spikes up as he gulps it down. He hates it, hates this, that how you on every weekend would to go Sakamoto stores and buy liquor to drink out your misery. What a waste! He does not understand why you would spend your weekends drinking, especially when he is here. Sakamoto would often tell you to stop drinking but what’s the point? You nod like a good girl, buy some cup noodles and chips and after the store closes Shin arrives with the booze. Shin is knocked out on the floor already. But he is still keeping up with you not that he enjoys it but he is looking for an opportunity to make you stop and in that process, he ended up taking a few shots. He hates it, he hates this. He hates how you make drinks. It stings on his tongue. This is not because he wants to spend his off day with you. He rarely gets a day off and he can not go that to waste, can he now?
“Wanna fuck?”
You look at him with heavy eyes and a flustered face for a few seconds. “No.”
He is stone-cold sober. He is not even that drunk, to begin with. You are. You are still so dizzy and slumber threatening your eyes but you force them open divulging, “Too much work.” Ah! The slur. The slur in your voice. His head tilts as a smile breaks on his face like a plague.
“I’ll do the work.” Nagumo insists. “All of it.” His voice is low, slow. He wants to get through to you. “I’ll make you feel so good.” He does not want you to dismiss his words as just a drunken haze or something like that. He is already neck-deep in guilt for being unable to give as much time he wants, as much as the time you demand and crave from him. He can not sabotage your security but he would not deny that he likes meeting with you in secret; gives him some sort of thrill he thinks. “I promise,” he mumbly adds.
But he does not want to overdo it or wear you out. He can’t. He won’t. He is a good when he is with you. “Woah, careful.”
After moving the bottles and cups aside, now you are all on your fours crawling towards him like a cat. He can see your boobs, the nipples— everything. Wait, is that his tank top? He must have left it when he came to you here last time. He can’t remember when but he remembers he lost that one black tank top.
As you reach, your face inches away from him you lean for a kiss but he sways away. It instantly ruins your mood. He is smirking now as you are pouting. It turns into a snort. “Shin’s still here,” He points at the boy sleeping on the couch. You glance at the boy and then look at Nagumo. He is confused. You are impatient. Fuck it.
You hold on to his shoulders trying to get into his lap, legs sprawled apart and as you make yourself comfortable your legs get clamped around his waist. He does not lose his balance but rather helps you with it.
“Babe, Shin’s still here,” Nagumo repeats making you remember.
“Don’t care,” you shout and Nagumo covers your mouth with his palm while his index finger stills over his lips shushing you. You nod. It seems he got through to you.
You do not allow him to dodge him anymore.
You lean into his hand that is still over your mouth, nuzzling against his palm. He shoves his fingers into your hair, his index finger grazing behind your ears igniting your skin with goosebumps. His thumb roughly stretches across your bottom lip before you kiss the tip of it but he swats his hand away before you could suck on it; grabbing his other arm and you slide it under the blacktop. Nagumo does not squeeze your boobs. Not yet. He does not want to do it, not like this. Last time, both of you were sober and now both of you are drunk: you on alcohol and him on you. You buck your hips trying to get closer to him.
“God Nagumo, why are you being like this? You said you'd do all the work. . .”
because it's amusing. The fact that you are scolding him with a whispering tone is making him tremble in mirth. He is barely holding it; you are frustrated, drunk, and horny. God! What is he going to do with you? Can he really hold himself back? Maybe he should not have proposed the idea in the first place. His hands are stretched, settled on the floor as he watches you: intently, nervously.
“Kiss me.”
And your lips instantly dance against his in a frenzy yet his hands are still on the floor. Even in this state, you manage to unbuckle his belt with one hand as the other works on the buttons of his shirt. It turns him on how swift you are too. You would be very skilled in his line of work. Maybe you are, too skilled that he did not even notice. Nah! you can't be a spy.
“Put it in” you command this time breaking the kiss. Nagumo was just starting to get to the good part of the kiss only to get deprived of it. He does not waste a second to abide by your said words. If he did, he might have to walk out thinking out the possibilities of how odd it was for a first meeting with you.
Strong hands against the plush of your hip as he adjusts his cock to your entrance. He pushes aside your panty before rubbing it against your entrance. Your hands squeeze the muscles of his shoulders.
“Without . . . condom?”
So, is that why he was delaying it? You thought he didn't want this but mentioned it for the sake of pity and now he is trying to get on your nerves to wake Shin up.
Your brain freezes after such a flow of info. You give him a nod.
Nagumo swallows before his cock goes inside without rubber. It's electric: the feeling of your flesh around his.
“Take me to that room,” you gasp out the words.
“What?”
“I said what I said.”
You become so handful when drunk not that he minds. He takes you to the room kicking back the door behind you to close before crashing onto the bed.
The next morning Shin has to buy a pair of black trousers for Nagumo and he does it without even questioning. He really does not wanna know what happened after he took you inside the room.
Author’s Note : Umm… I know I’m late to the fandom, but lately I’m watching Sakadays anime and I’ve been a little obsessed with him. I didn’t read the manga so I’m sorry if there’s a mischaracterization. My wild imagination came up with this fic—enjoy! xoxo
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Your phone didn’t just break—it died dramatically.
One second it was working fine, the next it slipped from your hand, hit the ground just right, and the screen flickered into a mess of glitching colors before going completely black.
You stared at it. It is your whole life. You need it. (Lol)
“…you’ve got to be kidding me.”
And that was exactly how you ended up here.
Seba didn’t even look surprised when you showed up.
“You broke it again?” he asked flatly, already reaching for the device in your hand.
“Hey, ‘again’ is rude. This is… accidental.”
He hummed, unconvinced, already turning it over in his hands with practiced ease. His fingers moved quickly, precise, like he’d done this a thousand times before—which, honestly, he probably had.
You leaned against the table, watching him work.
There was something about Seba when he focused. Quiet. Sharp. Completely absorbed. It made the room feel still.
“…you’re staring,” he muttered without looking up.
“I’m appreciating your skills.”
“Mm.”
But you caught it—the faintest twitch at the corner of his lips.
Well, it took a little while to wait for your phone.
You ended up sitting beside him, chin resting on your hand, occasionally throwing in comments he ignored. Eventually, the screen lit back up.
“Done.”
You perked up immediately. “Wait, really? That fast?”
“It wasn’t that bad. Just the display connection.” He handed it back, then paused.
The lock screen lit up.
And that’s when he saw it.
A guy. Not just any guy.
A very handsome one—sharp features, good lighting, the kind of photo that looked like you took it yourself instead of downloading it.
Seba’s hand stilled for a fraction of a second.
“…who’s that?”
His tone didn’t change much. Still calm. Still neutral. But you knew him.
You knew that slight pause meant something.
And suddenly, an idea sparked in your head.
You tilted your head innocently.
“Oh, him?”
Seba glanced at you briefly, then back at the screen. Waiting.
You smiled.
“My boyfriend.”
Silence.
Not loud. Not dramatic.
Just… heavy.
“…I see.”
He handed the phone back a little too quickly.
You almost laughed, yet you managed to hold it in.
Oh, this was going to be fun.
You unlocked your phone casually, like nothing was wrong.
“Yeah, he’s really nice,” you continued, leaning back like you were just making conversation. “Treats me really well. Super caring.”
No response.
Seba turned back to his tools, picking them up again even though he was already done.
“…is that so.”
You squinted slightly, hiding your grin.
“And he’s really handsome too, right?” you added, tilting your phone toward him. “Like, look at him.”
“I saw.” He said it flatly.
But his grip on the screwdriver tightened just a little.
You leaned closer, resting your chin near his shoulder.
“He always listens to me, you know? And he’s reliable. Kinda reminds me of someone…”
“…then why are you telling me this?”
That came out sharper than expected.
You blinked—then smiled a little wider.
You pulled back slightly, studying his face.
“…what’s that look?”
“There’s no look.”
“There is.”
You leaned in again, just a bit, your voice softer—teasing.
“Is it bothering you?”
That made him pause.
Finally, he looked at you.
“…why would it?” There it was again—indifferent on the surface.
But his eyes didn’t quite match.
You held his gaze for a second. Then two.
Then you laughed. “Okay, okay, I’m done.”
“…?”
“That’s not my boyfriend.”
He blinked.
“…what?”
You waved your phone. “He’s an idol. I just like him. That’s it.”
Silence.
“…you’re lying.”
“I’m not,” you said, grinning. “You can check if you want.”
He didn’t.
But you saw it—the tension in his shoulders easing, just slightly.
“…you’re annoying.”
You laughed again, softer this time.
“Come on, it was funny.”
“It wasn’t.”
“It was.”
“It wasn’t.”
You nudged his arm gently.
“…you really thought I had a boyfriend?”
He didn’t answer. Which, honestly, was an answer.
Your expression softened.
“…hey.”
He didn’t look at you this time. So you reached out; lightly tugging his sleeve.
“…Sebaa~”
A pause.
Then—
“…what.”
You smiled, smaller now. Warmer. And without overthinking it, you leaned in—resting your head briefly against his shoulder.
“Relax brochacho. You’re still my favorite.”
He froze. Completely.
“…don’t say things like that so casually.”
“But it’s true.”
“…you’re such a menace.”
You pulled back just enough to look at him, still close.
“And you were a little jealous.”
“I wasn’t.”
“You were.”
“I wasn’t.”
“You were.”
“…I wasn’t.”
You laughed under your breath.
Then, softer—
“…it’s cute, though.”
That finally made him turn his head slightly.
“…you—”
But whatever he was going to say stopped there. Because you reached out again—this time gently flicking his forehead.
“Thanks for fixing my phone,” you said lightly.
“…don’t break it again.”
“No promises.”
“…you—”
You were already smiling when he glanced at you again. Still a little annoyed. Still pretending to be unaffected.
But now— Definitely calmer.
And maybe, just maybe—
A little relieved.
OHMYGOSHHH I NEED ME AN INTELLIGENT ENGINEERING MAN (Natsuki Seba 👅)
got an idea ! could u write something with natsuki getting intimate with his gf but everytime they try to, mafuyu interrupts them
— COCKBLOCK ? x natsuki seba
summary . mafuyu’s a sweet kid— but should probably learn to just stay in his room for a little while.
wc . 1.3k
cw . VERY SUGGESTIVE MDNI , ummmm mafuyu described as ‘little’ because he’s my son idk if that’s important , FEM! READER !!!!!! uhhhhh idk what else
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note : wrote this late at night again instead of doing work :p
natsuki has spent the last few days planning this— and it’s all going according to plan. his warm hands trail down your sides, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers sweet words and praises to you. he kisses the side of your neck softly, fingers slipping down to the edge of your pants.
he’s been wanting to do this for months now. you’re his girlfriend; of course he wants to get intimate! how can he not? you’re the most gorgeous girl in the world, and he really can’t keep his hands to himself when he’s with you. he shifts closer, lips curving into a slight grin.
“right here?” he muses, toying with the waistband of your pants. he presses another kiss to your neck, humming at the sound that escapes you. so cute.
“or maybe—“ natsuki’s voice is cut off by the sound of a door opening. he grunts as you shove him away, feet lifting to kick at him in both embarrassment and mild annoyance at being disrupted. he clicks his tongue, a hand reaching to grab your ankle as he turns his head to the door— ready to glare at whoever had the nerve to ruin his opportunity to finally get in his girlfriend’s pants.
natsuki’s just a little surprised to find his brother— who has most definitely not announced himself before visiting—standing there, hand clutching onto the door handle and if he wasn’t wearing his mask, you’re sure his jaw would be dropped.
“you disgust me.” mafuyu scoffs under his breath, eyes narrowing. he’s not dumb, but he almost wishes he was after walking in on.. whatever this is.
you stare back at the younger boy, and you are absolutely 100 percent sure that you just want to melt into a puddle on the spot. natsuki just rubs your ankle gently— a poor attempt at soothing you. it has the opposite effect, instead making you flinch away from him and get off of the bed. poor natsuki just sighs in defeat as you practically rush out of the bedroom.
“you guys, uh.. could have continued..?” mafuyu trails off, glancing back at you. though, his words do little to soothe the embarrassment slapping your face repeatedly and ringing through your ears like some sort of annoying alarm. natsuki looks back at his brother, raising a questioning eyebrow at the younger boy.
“what is it?” he asks, sitting up straight. he hopes that this is something important—
“can i have some money?”
“get out.”
after that incident, it seems that you’ve become a little more shy than before. natsuki has to be very careful with his approach, he needs to set the right mood and definitely has to make sure that he’s gentle.
so, here you two are— cuddled up on the couch and watching some sort of horror movie. he’s not exactly interested, but he does smile slightly at the little sounds that escape your lips at a particularly scary scene.
natsuki presses his nose gently against the side of your neck, kissing the skin there softly. his hand slowly moves to your thigh, lightly squeezing the flesh.
you glance over to your boyfriend, who’s acting completley oblivious. you’re a little nervous— how can you not be with the way he’s touching you right now? even with the warmth growing on your cheeks, you move with a slight shift, getting a little closer to the man beside you. he lets out a quiet hum, his teeth grazing over the skin of your neck. at this point, the movie you both had been watching is just background noise.
and natsuki wouldn’t have it any other day. you’re all his for tonight— little mafuyu is probably out somehwere else— and he’s got all the time in the world to finally reach second base with you. he moves a little closer, taking care to be gentle. he knows that you’re still just a little shaken up by before— he’d say that he feels the same, but it honestly didn’t affect him that much. it was just one time— mafuyu will forget about it, right?
“what’re you watching?” a voice causes natsuki to pause his movements— and elicits a slight yelp to leave you. your boyfriend just kisses your cheek softly, a sigh escaping his lips as he turns to face, you guessed it, young mafuyu.
“the first scream movie.” natsuki answers, hand caressing your thigh gently. you just give the younger brother a small smile, your heart beating a million times per second. this is so embarrassing— the second time you’ve been interrupted! maybe it’s just not meant to happen.
“nice.” he hums, sitting down on the couch beside his brother.
and with that, the three of you spend the rest of your night watching movies. while it wasn’t really how you had expected for things to go— you can’t complain. mafuyu’s a good kid.
the next time, natsuki is determined. he’s got locks and chains on hand, ready to keep the door shut so no younger brothers can just waltz in and cockblock him.
natsuki’s got you under him, just like he’s been practically dreaming of. his hand gently cups your cheek, gaze meeting with yours. perfect. this is all so perfect. maybe the chains are a little out of place, though.
but he pays no mind to them when he leans down, kissing your lips sweetly. his hand trails down to the neckline of your shirt, gently tugging it down a little. with how close the both of you are, he’s sure you can feel the way he stiffens in his pants.
he pulls away after a moment to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, then your jaw.. until he’s eventually trailing kisses down to your chest. his hand slips under the fabric, fingers moving up and ready to unclasp your bra. this is exactly how he’s wanted it to be— even if he feels like he’s being a little bit more demanding. he can’t help it! natsuki has been trying to have this moment for so long now!
that’s why he thinks he’s about to pop a vein when his phone rings. with a quiet sigh, he reaches out to grab the offending object. mafuyu— of course. he gives you an apologetic look, moving to lay beside you as he answers the call. what type of brother would he be if he were to decline it? even with the absolute need he feels for you, he can’t just ignore his younger brother.
“yes?” natsuki hums, lifting a free hand to lightly tousle your hair.
after a week of these stupid incidents happening, natsuki thinks that he’s going to go insane. his cock is terribly hard, and he’s just slightly on edge. he wants nothing more than to just have his way with you, finally, after all this time.
so, it’s safe to say that the man is more than delighted when he can finally catch you alone. mafuyu is with some girl— hopefully she’s enough to entertain him for an hour. or two. or three— just how much time is natsuki going to take with this? he doesn’t know, but he’s already looking forward to it.
“(name),” his voice is as nice as ever when he calls out for you. he walks over to your form— you’re sprawled out on your bed, scrolling through your phone. “sweetheart.” natsuki hums, getting into bed beside you. his hand trails down your arm, eventually reaching your free hand where he intertwines your fingers. he almost feels bad for being so direct.
but honestly; he really can’t hold himself back anymore now that he’s finally got his chance ! goodbye, self-restraint— and hello, feral bf! seba.
They say that happiness is often found in simplicity, and as cliché as it is, it was one of those moments when you just had to agree. His head on your lap as you relaxed on your couch, playing with his hair in the process. You were trying to finish reading a paper assigned for a class you had the next day, but his hair was just so soft to the touch, distracting you from the words on the page.
You’d twirl your finger around his hair as he lay there with his eyes closed, just thinking. Nothing was said, and there was nothing really to be said either. One of his latest inventions just didn’t seem to work the way he wanted it to, and he was stuck thinking about what the issue could possibly be. You continued to play with his hair, wondering if it was distracting him at all. But you also knew he wouldn’t tell you even if it were, because he secretly enjoyed when you played with his hair. He’d pretend to dislike it, but you knew he didn’t from the way his shoulders would relax and his eyes would soften.
It was so quiet you could hear the ticking of the clock, and you enjoyed it— you hoped he did too. You pushed up his bangs, and finally he opened his eyes, only for them to widen with surprise. You pressed a soft kiss on his forehead and chuckled a little— you didn’t think he’d be caught off guard like that.
He put his hand on the back of your head to pull you down once more, this time to claim your lips.
16.) "I can’t sleep unless I feel you breathing next to me.”
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Warning(s): Nothing much... kinda
Important Warning: NOT REALLY... BETA READ
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You always knew Seba wasn’t the kind of guy who let people in easily.
He wasn’t cold. He wasn’t closed-off. No, not exactly.
He was careful.
He watched people the way someone might study a puzzle. Attentive, curious, but distant, scared that if he got too close, the picture might disappear.
So when he’d finally asked you out—with red ears, twitching hands, and the most painfully awkward "Hey-so-if-you-wanna-like-do-something-together-sometime" you’d ever heard—you’d been stunned. And more than that, touched.
Because it meant something, coming from him.
Now, two months into officially dating, you were still peeling back layers. Seba never said the L-word, never got overly touchy or dramatic, and definitely never stayed the night.
He kissed you, yes, quick and flustered, sometimes holding your face like you’d slip away if he let go. But once it got late, he always left. Mumbled something about needing to “calibrate the drones” or “feed the fish he didn’t actually have.”
You let him go every time, no pressure. But part of you always wondered what he’d do if you asked him to stay.
So when your phone buzzed at 3:04 a.m., and you saw his name lighting up the screen, your heart lurched.
You sat up quickly, rubbing your eyes. “Natsuki?”
There was a moment of silence, filled only with faint static and a shallow breath on the other end.
“Hey,” came his voice, soft and ragged. “Sorry. Did I wake you?”
Your heart twisted. He sounded off. Like he’d been crying, or at the very least, hadn’t slept at all.
“You didn’t. What’s wrong?”
A long pause.
“…Can I come over?”
That was all you needed to hear.
He showed up fifteen minutes later.
No cold and calculating eyes. No usual tech gear. Just Seba, hair disheveled, hoodie loose and slipping off one shoulder, standing in your hallway like a ghost.
You opened the door, and he stepped in without a word. His eyes flicked to yours, then away. His jaw clenched like he was holding back something too heavy to say.
“Suki…” you started, but he shook his head.
“I couldn’t sleep,” he murmured.
You reached for him instinctively, gently cupping his wrist. “Did something happen?”
He hesitated.
Then, very quietly, “I can’t sleep unless I feel you breathing next to me.”
Time stopped.
Your hand froze on his arm, eyes wide, mouth parting slightly as the weight of those words sank in. He wasn’t looking at you. Couldn’t. His eyes were fixed on the floor, lips twitching like he regretted saying anything at all.
But God, your heart ached.
You stepped closer, brushing your fingers gently down his arm until your hand found his. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”
He laughed, sharp and breathless. “Because you’re… you. And I’m…”
“Natsuki Seba,” you finished softly. “Exactly who I want.”
That made him blink.
You tugged him further in. “Come here.”
You took him to your bedroom without hesitation.
He hovered at the doorway, as if afraid he’d wake up from this. Like he didn’t quite believe you meant it—that you wanted him here.
You sat on the bed and held out your hand.
After a heartbeat, he crossed the room and took it.
He lay beside you stiffly at first. Arms tucked in. Shoulders tense. He was usually composed, even when rambling about the latest gadgets he was hacking. But now? He was nervous.
You turned to face him, noses inches apart in the moonlit dark.
“You’re really here,” you whispered.
“I still feel like I’m not supposed to be.”
You slid your hand across the sheets, found his. “Nope. You’re supposed to be here with me.”
That cracked something in him.
He exhaled shakily, eyes fluttering shut. When you shifted closer and rested your forehead gently against his, he didn’t pull back.
“I’m not good at this,” he murmured.
“At what?”
“This,” he whispered. “Needing someone.”
You felt your chest tighten. “You don’t have to be good at it. You just have to be honest.”
He opened his eyes then. In the soft dark, they looked almost glassy.
“I haven’t slept more than two hours in three nights,” he confessed. “I’d get in bed, stare at the ceiling, and it’d feel like something was missing. Like this hollow space next to me was screaming.”
You reached up and brushed the hair out of his eyes. “So you called me.”
“I didn’t know what you’d say,” he admitted. “If you’d think I was clingy. Or weird. Or—”
“Natsuki,” you interrupted, “I’m in love with you.”
He stopped breathing.
“I want you next to me. Every night, if you’ll let me.”
You felt the tension leave his body like a tidal wave.
Then, finally, he moved.
Seba closed the distance between you with hesitant arms and a quiet gasp, pulling you close like he was still afraid you’d disappear. His face buried in your shoulder. His fingers clenched gently in your shirt.
You held him tighter.
“I think I love you too,” he whispered, barely audible.
You smiled through the warmth rising behind your eyes. “You don’t have to think.”
“…I love you,” he said again, steadier this time. “More than I know how to handle sometimes.”
You let your fingers trace up and down his spine, slowly, rhythmically.
“Then don’t handle it alone.”
The silence that followed wasn’t awkward. It was heavy in the best way—safe. You felt his breathing even out, slow and steady, his arms still wrapped around you like he needed constant reassurance you were real.
You shifted slightly, tucking his head under your chin, and kissed the top of his head.
“I’m really glad you came over,” you said softly.
“…Me too.”
Minutes passed.
You thought maybe he’d fallen asleep, until he whispered suddenly, “I don’t deserve this.”
Your heart cracked all over again.
You pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. “What makes you think that?”
He blinked slowly. “I’m dangerous… and I don’t even know how to be normal.”
“You don’t have to be normal,” you said. “You just have to be you. I fell for the guy who always gets me my favorite snack on his way back from missions. The guy who showed up at my door because he couldn’t sleep without me.”
You touched your forehead to his.
“And I wouldn’t change a single thing about you.”
His eyes searched yours, something raw and desperate in them. Then he leaned in and kissed you. it was soft and slow, like he was pouring everything he hadn’t said into that one moment.
You kissed him back, fingers tangling gently in his hair.
When you finally pulled away, his lips hovered over yours. “Can I stay?”
“Always.”
That night, Natsuki Seba fell asleep wrapped around you, breathing in sync with yours, heart finally quiet.
And when morning came, you woke up to him still holding you like the world might end if he let go. Even as his first sleepy words made you laugh softly.
ok not nagumo but still sakadays. hear me out on academic rivals to lovers w/ natsuki. ooooh you hate each other so much you make sooo many essays dissing each others work and you loooovvve to annoy him and get up close and— god, he's pretty— whaaaaaaaaat?????????
“still convinced your essay on the evolution of weaponry is more creative than mine?" you say, dropping your bag onto the table with a loud thud.
the guy doesn’t even flinch at your intrusion. he calmly looks up from his notes, “duh,” his expression annoyingly indifferent. "yes, i am. because it is."
you scoff, pulling up a chair and sitting across from him. "pleasee, your analysis of technology weaponry is soo dry, anyone could make that. but my piece on futuristic weaponry has, you know, imagination."
he raises an eyebrow, the only sign of his annoyance. "but imagination isn't everything. my work is grounded in reality, something yours severely lacks."
"grounded in reality? that's just a fancy way of saying boring." you lean closer, trying to get under his skin. "your essay is like reading a complicated blah blah textbook. mine's a thrilling adventure, hmph.”
natsuki’s lips twitch, almost forming a smile, but he catches himself. "thrilling adventures are for fiction, not academic essays, idiot. you're just using flashy ideas to cover up a lack of depth."
your mouth opens, ready to fire back another retort, but then you pause. the words get stuck in your throat as you notice something. up close, natsuki is.. pretty. his lashes are long and his eyes, sharp and focused, hold a depth you’ve never really seen before. his indifference suddenly feels like a challenge, and your heart skips a beat. you find your gaze drifting to the two moles below his right eye and the single mole beneath his left eye, tiny details you had noticed before, and and
whaaaaaaaaaattt????? since when did you start to pay attention to your rival? not just paying attention to beat him but literally, clearly, paying attention. his features and all, the person in front of you; seba natsuki, the one that crawls under your skin as long as you can remember. how? when? why?
wait, you just realized?
he tilts his head, noticing your silence. "what's wrong? run out of things to say?"
"uh, no. i was just.. thinking about how wrong you are." you blink, shaking yourself out of your reverie.
“right,” he narrows his eyes slightly, studying you. "you sure that's all you were thinking about?"
you swallow, feeling your face heat up. "of course. what else would i be thinking about?"
natsuki leans back in his chair, a hint of amusement apparent in his gaze. "i don’t know. you seemed a bit.. distracted."
"i’m not distracted," you say, a bit too quickly. "i just can’t believe how stubborn you are."
"and i can’t believe how stubborn you are," he counters, leaning forward again. "yet, here we are."
the proximity makes your heart race. you can see the faint stubble on his jawline, the way his lips curve ever so slightly. and those moles—how had you just noticed them before and didn’t think much about it? it’s infuriating how he can be so infuriatingly attractive.
"it’s impossible to talk with you," you mutter, trying to regain your composure.
"maybe ‘cause you're relentless," he replies, his tone almost.. admiring?
both fall silent, the air between you thick with unspoken tension. for the first time, the banter feels like a prelude to something else, something you can’t quite put into words. no fucking way.
natsuki breaks the silence first, his voice softer. "you know, maybe we’re both right in our own ways. different perspectives, same passion."
“huh?” you blink, surprised by his sudden shift in tone. "did you just.. agree with me?"
he shrugs, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "maybe. but i’m still the best around here. don’t get used to it."
"pft, wouldn't dream of it," you reply, thanking god you can still stop your own smile from forming. you find yourself stealing glances at him, those moles now etched in your memory, as the realization dawns that your competition might just be the spark of something.. else, something new.
and fuck, you don’t want to think about it. not now, not never. fuck. fuckity fuck.
n. i love u whoever sent me this prompt UGHHH U DON KNOW HOW MUCH A SUCKER I AM FOR RIVALS TO LOVERS AAGHHH *does a flipback* i love u did i say i love u nonnie @—@ i rlly hope u like it as i doo MUNCHING ON YOUR IDEA mwah xoxo
