Relationship headcanons for the Gachiakuta characters🤩
(dada Enjin ofc😛, Zanka… maybe even August and Jabber’s goofy asses🤣 Gris and Riyo, whoever you wanna add girl!) 💕
What would they be like in a relationship, how did they get together, and whatever other details you can think of🤭
“𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭”
a/n: first time writing gachiakuta headcanons for multiple characters… kinda nervous…
but wrote this while listening to lloyd’s be the one and i went ham 😼
ft. enjin, zanka nijiku, august stilza, jabber wonger, riyo reaper, rudo surebrec, gris rubion, follo tunito, tamsy caines, zodyl typhon
enjin
enjin does not fall in love quietly. it starts as irritation. you talk back. you don’t flinch. you don’t look at him like he’s something dangerous that needs to be tiptoed around. immediately suspicious.
the way you get together is the most accidental thing ever. one day you’re bantering during a mission, the next you’re patching him up, sitting way too close, and he suddenly realizes he likes the sound of your voice more than his own thoughts. which is insane. he hates that.
he flirts like he’s joking until he realizes you flirt back just as easily. then suddenly he’s the one getting flustered, cigarette paused mid-air because did you just say that?
enjin is the kind of boyfriend who pretends he’s chill, but is absolutely hovering. not in a controlling way. more like “i’ll lean against this wall casually while watching everything around you.”
arguments are quick, sharp, and honest. no drawn-out drama. you call him out, he scoffs, then ten minutes later he’s sighing and handing you something you forgot because yeah, fine, you were right.
physical affection is constant, but subtle. fingers hooked in your belt loop. his shoulder nudging yours. you sitting between his knees while he smokes, his chin resting on your head.
he trusts you with the ugly parts. the anger, the exhaustion, the moments where he feels like everything is just trash that needs burning. you’re the thing he doesn’t want to destroy.
secretly? he loves when you boss him around. would rather die than admit it.
zanka nijiku
zanka falls first and falls HARD. like embarrassingly hard. the man does not stand a chance.
you get together because you’re nice to him. that’s it. you treat him like he’s competent and capable and not just the butt of the joke, and he’s cooked.
he rehearses confessions in his head for weeks. when he finally tries, he trips over his words so badly that you think he’s joking. he is, in fact, not.
once you’re together, he’s so earnest it hurts. remembers everything. checks in constantly. wants to know if you ate, if you slept, if you’re okay.
he’s anxious in the beginning, always worried he’s not enough for you. one teasing comment too many and he’s spiraling internally until you grab his face and tell him to knock it off.
zanka is surprisingly brave for you. he still gets scared, but he moves anyway if you’re involved.
PDA makes him short-circuit. holding hands? fine. arm around his waist? he’s blushing. kiss on the cheek? he’s gone.
he talks about you like you hung the moon. like loving you is the most obvious thing in the world.
would absolutely let you hype him up before jobs. you say “you’ve got this,” and suddenly he does.
august stilza
august is loud. passionate. expressive with his whole chest. when he talks, people listen whether they want to or not.
you get together through chaos. heated discussions, raised voices, overlapping opinions… until one day you realize none of it feels hostile. it feels alive.
he absolutely hates being rushed. deadlines make him drag his feet out of pure spite. the more pressure he’s under, the slower he moves.
but when he’s left alone? when he’s trusted to work in his own rhythm? august produces absurdly high-quality results in no time flat. it’s almost unfair.
in a relationship, he needs space – but not distance. he wants to know you trust him enough to let him move at his own pace.
august is intensely affectionate when he’s in the mood. dramatic gestures. animated rants that somehow turn into praise about you halfway through.
he’s the kind of partner who defends you loudly. publicly. unapologetically. there is no “quiet support” with him.
arguments are fiery, but honest. voices raised, hands moving, emotions spilling everywhere. but once it’s out, it’s out. no lingering resentment.
he procrastinates emotional conversations the same way he procrastinates work – until suddenly, at 2 AM, he unloads everything with devastating sincerity.
jabber wonger
jabber is a menace. point blank. getting into a relationship with him is chaos from the jump.
it starts as mutual interest mixed with mutual bad decisions. banter that turns sharp. tension that never really leaves the room.
he flirts like he’s picking a fight. gets way too close. grins like he knows something you don’t.
jabber is possessive – not in a soft way, but in a feral “that’s mine and ALL mine” way. you shut it down early or it spirals. surprisingly, he listens (because only you tame him).
once he realizes you won’t be intimidated by him, something shifts. he respects you. that’s rare for him.
he’s intense with affection. grabbing your hand, pulling you into his space, laughing when you roll your eyes.
arguments are explosive, but short-lived. passion burns hot, then burns out just as fast. he cools off quicker than people expect.
jabber would throw hands for you without hesitation. but he’d also sit there quietly if you asked him to.
being with him feels dangerous, exhilarating, and weirdly loyal. if he’s yours, he’s yours.
riyo reaper
riyo lives like the world isn’t that serious. even when it absolutely is.
you get together because you don’t try to change her. you don’t scold her for her bad manners or carefree attitude. instead, you laugh along.
she’s calm in situations that should terrify people. unbeatable opponents, impossible odds – she just shrugs, grins, and moves forward anyway.
riyo is unprofessional to the point of absurdity. eats when she shouldn’t, says what she wants, interrupts people without apology.
she’s also shockingly competent. her laid-back nature isn’t ignorance – it’s confidence.
in a relationship, she’s playful and teasing. pokes fun at you, steals your stuff, lounges way too close just to see how you react.
affection is casual, but constant. leaning against you, draping herself over your shoulders, stealing kisses mid-conversation.
she doesn’t overthink emotions. if she likes you, she likes you. simple.
when things get serious, though, she locks in. her carefree smile doesn’t disappear – it sharpens.
arguments are weirdly short. she doesn’t hold grudges. once she says her piece, she moves on.
rudo surebrec
rudo loves like it’s survival. messy, intense, desperate in a way that makes his chest ache if he thinks about it too long.
you get together in the middle of shared rage. both of you against the world, against the system, against the way things are stacked unfairly. you don’t soften him – you understand him.
he’s awkward with affection at first. doesn’t know what to do with his hands, his words. he shows love by fixing things for you, by giving you objects he repaired like they’re offerings.
rudo gets territorial without realizing it. not in a loud way, more like he instinctively steps closer to you when someone else does.
arguments hurt him deeply. even small ones. he’s scared of abandonment and doesn’t always know how to say that, so he goes quiet instead.
when you reassure him, when you stay, he looks at you like you just saved his life. every time.
he laughs the hardest with you. real, unguarded laughter that surprises even him.
gris rubion
being with gris feels like standing beside someone who knows exactly who he is. there’s no posturing, no insecurity, just quiet confidence built from discipline and experience.
you get together through mutual respect first. he notices the way you work, how you handle yourself under pressure, and he doesn’t hesitate to acknowledge it. praise from gris is never casual; when he gives it, it means something.
he’s an honorable man to his core. he takes pride in doing things right, not fast for the sake of speed, but efficiently and cleanly. when he promises something, he follows through. every time.
in a relationship, gris is steady. dependable in a way that makes you breathe easier. you never have to wonder where you stand with him.
he listens, really listens. doesn’t interrupt, doesn’t rush you. even when he disagrees, he hears you out fully before responding.
gris isn’t afraid to uplift others, especially you. he openly respects your skills and your decisions, never diminishing them to protect his ego.
affection is subtle, but sincere. a hand on your shoulder when you’re tired. walking on the outside of the street. quietly positioning himself between you and danger.
arguments are handled maturely. he doesn’t raise his voice or shut down. he wants resolution, not dominance.
follo tunito
follo’s love is… layered. on the surface, he’s polite, friendly, endlessly considerate. he remembers names, offers help before being asked, smiles easily.
you get together because you see past that surface. you notice how hard he works, how often he pushes himself to be useful, how rarely he allows himself rest.
follo has a strong sense of justice – one rooted in empathy. he hates the idea of people being dismissed as unimportant, faceless, disposable. especially those who lived ordinary lives and were never given a chance to matter.
being with you intensifies that drive. he wants to be someone worthy of standing beside you, someone undeniably useful, undeniably necessary.
inwardly, he struggles with feeling “less than.” like if he stops moving, stops proving himself, he’ll be left behind.
he overextends himself constantly. takes on too much. stays standing long after he should sit down. and you’re often the one telling him to stop, to breathe, to rest.
when you worry about him, it catches him off guard. he’s so used to being the helper that being cared for feels unfamiliar… and overwhelming.
arguments usually stem from this. you telling him he doesn’t need to destroy himself to have value. him quietly admitting he’s scared of being seen as disposable.
affection with follo is gentle. careful. like he’s afraid of doing something wrong. once reassured, though, he’s warm, loyal, and deeply devoted.
tamsy caines
tamsy’s love is restrained, deliberate, and unsettling in how precise it is.
you get together because you don’t flinch away from him. you notice the patterns, the silence, the careful distance he keeps, and instead of demanding answers, you let him exist as he is.
he doesn’t offer affection freely. every touch is intentional. every moment chosen.
tamsy listens more than he speaks. stores information. remembers things you didn’t realize you shared.
he doesn’t express concern openly, but problems around you start disappearing. obstacles removed quietly, efficiently.
jealousy is subtle. dangerous. he doesn’t confront rivals – he simply ensures they no longer pose a threat.
arguments are tense, but controlled. he never explodes; instead, the room feels heavier, quieter. when you call him out, he pauses. considers. adjusts.
opening up for him is fragmented. half-truths. indirect confessions. you piece together who he is over time.
when he trusts you, it’s absolute. you become something precious – something he protects with frightening resolve.
zodyl typhon
zodyl approaches love the way he approaches everything else: strategically, carefully, and with long-term intent.
you get together because you don’t shrink in his presence. you challenge his ideas, question his logic, and refuse to be sidelined.
he respects competence above all else, and when he recognizes it in you, his interest becomes unavoidable.
zodyl isn’t openly affectionate. his love shows in access – bringing you into conversations others aren’t allowed to hear, trusting you with information that matters.
he values your opinion deeply, even when he doesn’t immediately agree. you make him think. that’s rare.
affection is controlled, but intense. lingering eye contact. quiet conversations late at night. his attention fully on you when you speak.
arguments are sharp, intelligent, emotionally charged. neither of you backs down easily, but he never dismisses you.
once committed, his loyalty is unshakable. if you’re his, you’re protected, respected, and treated as an equal.
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author's note - my format has changed, because i think this is cuter <3
"Look at you, superstar," You whispered with pride, your gaze swept over Michael's frame as he sat on the bed, taking in his bashful posture. Even with his aviators on, you could tell those doe-like eyes were avoiding yours. You gripped onto his thighs, leaning forward.
"Won all those awards t'night," you murmured in his ear, briefly kissing his jaw like you always did. "Aren't you gonna let your woman show you how 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥 she is?" You asked.
But you didn't wait for an answer, instead you dropped your head to his neck, gently sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh there. You wanted to leave hickeys on him, 'cause you knew it always got him cute and flustered.
Michael let out a shaky sigh, his hands came up to hold onto your hips for support. You could feel the crystals of his glove poke your side through your silky, ghost-white camisole.
"I-I do. But, do you really have to... be on your knees? Won't that hurt?" His concerned question had you chuckling, a low vibration against his neck that he shuddered in response to.
"Don't you worry about 𝘮𝘦, angel boy," your lips curled into a smirk that made his poor, unprepared heart pick up the pace.
"This is 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 night." You moved your hand across his lap to palm his crotch, your fingers lightly digging into the bulged fabric.
"Ssht─!" Michael hissed, head tipped back a bit. He whimpered when you kept rubbing his half-hard dick through his pants. But your curly-haired angel was quiet, like he was scared of being too loud. "Oh 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢, that's not fair."
It really wasn't fair, at least not for him. Because it was just too easy to get this one all worked up over a single touch. But, it was one of the many things you loved about your precious, talented boy.
"Awwh, I know baby," you cooed, gazing right up at him even as you slowly sunk onto your knees, gripping his thighs again. "Spread your legs for me, won't ya?"
The noiret obeyed so easily, legs sliding open in a heartbeat. You slotted your body closer in-between, your shoulders trapped by the firm muscle of his thighs. Your fingers were deft as they quickly worked his clasp open. "Can I tell you somethin'?" Came another soft query.
"Sure, baby." You humored him, hand pausing over his briefs.
Michael inhaled sharply, stuttering again as he spoke. "I've never, you know, never─"
"─had your dick sucked?" You finished for him. A quiet gasp left his parted lips at your rather vulgar words, face flushing fast.
"What?" You snickered, adoring the way his hands flew up to his face, muffling his whimper of embarrassment.
"C'mon, angel boy, look at me," you urged playfully, your hand slipping beneath the hem of his briefs. "I'll be gentle, okay?"
You were true to your word. You slowly, slowly eased Michael's hard length out of the confines of his briefs as gently as you could.
It twitched in your grasp, flushed a beautiful mauve at the tip, a pearl of translucent pre-cum was already forming on the slit. Michael's hips shifted forward ever so slightly, his hands hesitantly came down from his face.
He looked down at you, the shiny lenses of his aviators reflecting the image of you on your knees before him, hand wrapped his veined cock, which was now drooling out more of his slick, salty-sweet essence. You couldn't help but grin when he bit his lip.
"See? Just relax... yeah, just like that. Such a good boy."
When he gave a quick, helpless nod, you didn't bother wasting anymore time.
You tucked your head between his legs, keeping your eyes on his aviators as you lowered your mouth. In their dark, glossy reflection, you watched yourself press a soft, lingering kiss to the slit of his tip.
Michael's whole body jerked, a small whine escaping his lips. "Shhhh," you soothed, breath ghosting over the wet skin. "Watch me, baby."
So he did, mouth having fallen open just so as he watched your lips part to take him in.
You didn't take all of him right away, no need to rush on your part, so you started with just the flushed head. You pursed your lips around it and began to suck. Gentle, yet so very eager. Like you were savoring the sweet taste of a ripe cherry, the flavour heavy on your tongue and the smell filling your nostrils.
Your hand pumped up and down his cock, feeling every groove and ridge of him while his foreskin receded and sheathed half of the tip with each movement.
The sound of your slurping was slippery, wet, and utterly obscene in the quiet room. They were accompanied by the noiret's faint, boyish whimpers.
You released him with a slick pop!
A few shiny strings of saliva stretched, connecting your bottom lip to his leaking slit. You licked them away with a deliberately slow slide of your tongue across the shiny maeve head.
The sight elicited another strangled sound from your curly-haired angel.
"Shy boy." You teased, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes. "But I got a feelin' that you ain't really shy." You mused. "Bet you gon' be a wild one in a few months."
Michael feebly shook his head in denial, but you were far from convinced.
With an amused hum, you then noticed the way his hands were hovering awkwardly by his thighs, as if he were afraid to touch you.
What a sweetheart.
"It's okay, you can pull my hair if you want to. I won't break, baby." You coaxed, but his hands didn't budge.
"C'mon...." you gently pressed the pad of your thumb against his slit, prompting another pearly bead of pre-cum to trickle out. "I don't mind a lil pain. Go on, baby." You cooed, watching the way he swallowed nervously.
He didn't pull your hair, instead he gently rested his gloved hand on the crown of your head. Though his composure doesn't stand a chance, as he was simply unable to hold back another whimper when your mouth wrapped his thick, pulsing dick again, this time taking him half-way.
The heat of your fluttering throat pressed so closely to his aching length was enough to drive him into a frantic headiness, hand trembling on your scalp as he tried so, so hard not to thrust his hips forward.
In response to his pleasure, you drew your thighs together, clit twitching as it began to engorge with arousal. You could feel your panties dampening from the slick that was already dribbling out of your clenching hole.
God, the things you'd do to him.
You stroked the other half of his cock with firm movements, while bobbing your head back and forth slowly on the other end. When your throat fluttered around him again, those long, gloved fingers of his finally hand tightened around your hair.
You found yourself moaning lazily around his shaft, eyes going hazy with lust at the pinprick of the crystals on your scalp. It scraped you there juuuust enough to leave a bite of pain, but not enough to make you bleed.
His cock jumped at the vibration of your moan, startling him out of his loss of control. "S-sorry." He stammered out, his hand loosening its firm grip on your head. He bit his lip once more, holding back another sound. You only hummed in reassurance, taking him in even deeper with a suction of your cheeks.
When your eyes flicked up at your reflection in his aviators again, the sight of your own cheeks hollowed around his rigid dick made your eyes roll back slightly out of pure instinct.
You felt your pussy tingle again, your creamy slickness further soaking up the lacey fabric that still sat snug on your hips. Your filthy juices were making a mess of the pristine pair of white panties, there was no chance you'd be able to wear them again for a few days. And it was your favorite one too!
Oh, the things you sacrificed for your dear Michael.
"Ohhh s-ssshiiit..," The noiret cursed under his breath, surprising the both of you. But before either of you could linger on the foul word that left his usually clean mouth, his were hips jerking up from the bed. He began to fuck himself into your mouth without even meaning to.
A high keen bubbled up and out of your throat as you kept your eyes on your reflection. You watched the way he was slowly, 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 grinding his girthy cock into your mouth, his fat tip creating a bulge in one side of your cheek.
Thank 𝘎𝘰𝘥 he kept his glasses on.
The view was completely, utterly perfect. Almost too good for your own eyes. When you felt yourself clench desperately around nothing for the umpteenth time, you realized that you might just cum untouched.
Just from him fucking your mouth.
Would Michael thrust into you harder? No, no... Michael was too gentle for that, too scared of hurting you for real. While you appreciated this carefulness, you couldn't help but wonder what would happen if he decided to be a little rough every now and then.
Maybe he could use some motivation...
Determined, you began to suck him off with increasing intensity. The resulting string of whines that fell helplessly from Michael's lips encouraged you to keep going. You grinned internally to yourself when his hips twitched, straining with effort as he tried 𝘴𝘰 hard not to be anything less than gentle.
But Michael was fighting a losing battle, he should've known how persistent you would be. You weren't gonna let his coquettish act hold back the wild side that you knew was buried somehere deep within him.
And honey, you were gonna force it out, one way or another.
The moment your cheeks hollowed around him, Michael honest-to-God 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 it.
A guttural, almost pained groan left the noiret as he yanked you in by the hair, until your nose was buried in his pubes, briefly suffocating you with the fullness of his cock in your throat.
You choked on a gasp, eyes wide with surprise and overwhelming delight. Your needy hands happily scrambele to grasp themselves high onto the noiret's thighs for purchase. Pupils dilated while your eyes sear lust into the reflection of yourelf in Michael's aviators.
He barely thought twice before he pulled himself half way out, then all the way back in... repeating those motions until he began to fuck into your mouth with a desperate, needy vigor. Michael's mouth had fallen open in a series of continuous panting and deep-throated grunts, breathing so harsh that it overpowered the shlick-shlick-shlick of your mouth on his cock.
Obsessed and barely able to think, he suddenly let out a helpless, high-pitched whine in a wordless apology for his roughness.
"Mmghh...!" You groaned wetly around the hot, pulsing appendage, tears pricking at your eyes from the intensity of his jerking. Eventually, drool began to pool in your mouth until it spilled over, mixing with the salty-sweet taste of his pre-cum on your tongue.
If only you had known how good it would feel to have Michael fuck your mouth like this, you would have given him head much, much earlier.
"Mama─" he choked out a moan, his angelic voice now sounded weak and cracky. "Mama, 'm sorry, 'm so close, 'm so 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦─!" His words morphed into a strangled, incoherent sound at the back of his throat. He thrust forward one final time, the fat head of him hitting the back of your throat, his hand tightening on your head as he held you in place.
Your throat tightened around him as your gag reflex kicked in, a tear finally slipping free from your left eye. And when you felt the warmth of his vicious, hot release shooting down your esophagus, you barely hesitated before you were downing it all with a muffled wail of pure, greedy satisfaction.
Your own body seizes between his legs, your girlish squeal vibrating through Michael's cock as your thighs rubbed together clumsily, unable to stop the sensation of yourself gushing all over your underwear until they were completely ruined.
Soaked through with your creamy little mess.
And you feel a bit of awe somewhere in the back of your mind, knowing yoh really did just come completely untouched.
"Haaahhhh...," Michael sighed, relieved, yet clearly shaken. His hand was trembling in your hair, grip finally relenting just a bit. Your throat subconsciously worked around him even when his hips had slowed their pace, your eyes glassy and unfocused. He panted, trying to come down from his post-orgasm haze. A few taps to your cheek finally got you to pull off of him, your drool having made a mess of Michael's softening length.
Your eyes brightened as a new idea popped into your head. And just like that, your lips were back on him. Michael let out a small keen of protest, hands already pushing at your head gently, but you didn't budge. You began to clean the noiret's cock, using the efficient cleaning tool that was your trusty tongue.
Michael squirmed at the feeling of your tongue draaagging over his sensitive cock, then along the underside of him, lapping like at the mess on him like a puppy. Michael's breath hitched, his head thrown back in lazy ecstasy because the feeling was incredible and the sight was even better.
His hand gently curling in your hair again did wonders to ease your mind as you worked over your boyfriend's twitching, sensitive member. The feeling of his fingers grazing your scalp caused you to melt into the man you're thoroughly cleaning with a completely compliant, willing mouth.
The pink muscle worked over every inch of his skin, until there was nothing left but slick, shiny flesh. You pulled back slightly, huffing a small breath against his flushed, mauve tip. "Enjoyed your little reward, baby?" Your voice was hoarse, but you couldn't care less.
The noiret nodded with a weary movement of his head, removing his glasses with his free hand and placing them down near him.
Those pretty brown eyes peered into your own with a look of devotion and loving affectionate so pure, it sent delightful shivers down your spine. You giggled, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to his lips, your hands lightly squeezing his thighs as an anchor. You whispered into the kiss, "You're too cute, angel boy."
pervert caleb who purposely puts things up real high so you can't reach them. watches you wobble on the tips of your toes as you try to reach it, only walking over to offer help once you get desperate enough to try and climb up onto the counter. "let me get it, pips," he murmurs while pressing right up against your back, pushing you against the edge of the counter while rubbing his cock against your lower back as he grabs the thing right next to what you really wanted. holding it out for you with a smile, his eyebrows pinch in mock confusion when you shake your head. "not that, the one next to it!" he coos in understanding, repeating the same routine as he reaches for the correct one. "there you go. you should really think about growing a few inches," he teases, ruffling your hair and easily dodging your swipe at his face with a laugh.
pervert caleb who loosens the screws in the bathroom doorknob so the lock won't click into place. walks right in while you're in the shower, biting back a smile when you squeal and peek at him from behind the curtain with the cutest flush on your face. "calebbbb! get out!" he holds his hands up in surrender, eyes trailing over the shadow of your figure against the curtain appreciatively. "hey, it's not my fault you don't know how to work a lock. just let me use the bathroom quick, 'kay? i won't peek," he promises while shielding his eyes. trotting over to the toilet, he lifts the rim and hopes the running water is loud enough that you can't hear he isn't actually using it, standing there for a moment to listen to your flustered grumbles.
pervert caleb who 'accidentally' scrolls onto his saved porn videos while showing you some pictures he took while flying. tugging you into his lap cause 'it's easier than you leaning over me trying to look', he swipes through his camera roll and tells you about every picture, mouth right next to your ear as he mumbles quietly. keeps swiping until the photos end and are replaced with a raunchy video of two people going at it. volume all the way up, his soft voice is replaced with loud moans and the wet sound of skin against skin. the little gasp you let out makes his stomach tighten, and the way you squirm right over his cock has him tightening his arm around your waist as he lets the video play just a few seconds too long. "gross! turn it off," you squeak, slapping your palms over your face, and caleb feigns embarrassment as he swipes the video away and pockets his phone. "ah, sorry pips. gege has needs though.. you understand, right?"
pervert caleb who buys you clothes just a size too small. not enough that they don't fit, but tight enough that the outline of your bra is visible through the thin fabric of the shirt and your shorts ride up into the crease of your thigh. keeps close to your side when you wear your new clothes out in public, arm around your shoulders as he glares at every person who glances in your general direction, expression melting into the sweetest grin when he turns back to you. "hm? you wanna go shopping? didn't i just buy you some new clothes?" you nod in agreement, tugging the hem of your shirt down where it had ridden up your waist. "yeah, but they're a little tight." he looks you up and down, eyes getting caught on your chest longer than necessary before blowing out a sad sigh. "i guess so.. my little meimei is growing up so fast," he mumbles before sweeping you up into his arms dramatically, rubbing his face into your chest and giving your thighs a generous squeeze, "it just breaks my heart!"
contents: easily flustered!reader, flirty!steve, king steve going soft. minor angst. slow burn, mutual pining.
king steve falling for the shy, soft girl that is an introvert and a flustered mess and extremely clumsy and he just thinks she’s cute, okay?
but any effort he makes into becoming close to his dream girl — that is always nice to him, and always lends him a pen in class with a smile, and never judges him or calls him stupid — is brushed off with a cute awkward stammering followed by silence or a shy smile that is gone too soon when she walks away with a nervous wave, and he doesn’t get it.
steve knows he can flirt, he also knows she’s into him; she’s so obvious about it, with her wide eyes and stuttering and trying to hide her pretty smile and her pretty face.
the thing is, what steve doesn’t realize, is that she doesn’t take his interest seriously, i mean… he’s King Steve, right?
she thinks he’s just bored after breaking up and moving on from nancy wheeler, and it’s true, he has moved on, but she won’t believe he moved on because of her. she brushes it off as him just teasing her or joking or being naturally flirty or maybe he just wants to make her fall for him so he knows he still has that effect on girls.
he’d never truly want her, at least not for anything more than a hook up, and that’s just not her. even though yes, she’s falling for him day by day as he tries to get closer and closer to her, but she won’t let herself believe he might feel the same.
that’s what happens with girls like her, girls that never received any romantic validation. no one has ever taken an interest in her or tried to pursue her, and yeah, the fact she’s quiet and closed off and a loner plays a part in it, but she’s also demiromantic and demisexual, so she needs that extra emotional connection before romance or sex even becomes a possibility…
and there’s just no one that has the patience for that… right? and if someone does, what if she doesn’t reciprocate?
but she likes steve. she does. so much. she’s just trying her hardest to protect herself so she won’t fall for his charms, but he won’t let her!!! because steve sees that she likes him back, so he’s all in.
steve just thinks she’s so cute, so overwhelmingly kind, so sweet and soft and smiley, always giggling at silly things and petting stray animals and she always has flowers with her somewhere (from her job at the flower shop and the copious amounts of flora in her home), on her hair or behind her ear or just carrying them around; they make her feel happy and safe and calm. “ease her anxiety”, she once told him.
steve loves her flower printed dresses that look so good on her, and her flowy skirts that show off her pretty legs and soft thighs he’s dying to grab at, and her cute sweaters he just knows are soft to the touch just like her hands and cheeks that he’s managed to touch whenever she allows him just that little bit closer to her when he goes to her locker before third period.
then, there’s her pretty mary jane shoes or converse that always match her outfits in color, something steve finds so adorable, coupled with her dainty rings and a cute bee necklace she wears everyday that steve can’t stop imagining adding an ‘s’ pendant to someday.
but she dodges his advances. every time. chuckling as if he’s joking, walks away when she gets too flustered with a soft “gotta go, have a nice day, stevie”, like she doesn’t know his heart is about to burst out of his chest and that she’s the only one allowed to call him that at all. like she doesn’t see all the girls that are interested in steve look at her with jealousy because he only looks at her.
she’ll giggle and hide her cheeks and roll her eyes playfully and steve just doesn’t know how to make her believe him! how to prove to her he’s serious, that he wants something serious. with her, and her only.
so steve keeps flirting, keeps asking her out, keeps being sweet and affectionate and caring and tender, keeps making her so adorably flustered, smirking and winking at her, showing her his true self whenever he manages to keep her in his presence long enough before she scurries off… keeps ignoring any other girl that’s interested in him, saying he’s not interested and that he already has someone, and trying to make his baby finally give into him…
until one day she breaks down and just asks him to stop, tells him he won, she fell for it, he can stop now.
…what?
and that’s when he sees his sweet girl tear up, crybaby that she is, tells him he can stop trying to make her fall for him ‘cause she has and “he wins, okay?!” he can move on to the next girl and make her fall for him too. just to stop messing with her, it’s not fair.
and it breaks steve’s heart, it is actually painful. so he drops all of his walls and he confesses his love. though she’s hesitant at first, not believing her dream guy could possibly want her back, steve promises that if she gives him a chance, just one chance, he’ll prove to her she’s the only one he wants.
she says yes.
♡
── harmo’s footnotes:
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Character(s): (in this order –>) Flins, Lohen, Durin, Layla Albedo, Kazuha, Wanderer, Scaramouche, Kabukimono, Chiori, Heizou, Illuga, Freminet, Shenhe, Mavuika.
Warning(s): Segguestive, Praise, Orgasm Denial, Lohen's existence in itself is a warning, Dacryphilia, That's all I hope.
"She puts lingerie on you and uses the fabric shears to pin you to the bed so you can't escape her." <– I am here to say that I shamelessly stole that line word by word from my dear mootie @yurunivo
Flins:
Yes.
Would love to see you try.
I just know he has that "gentlemanly" shit smile on his face the ENTIRE time.
He is ultimately unaffected (Because let's be fair. He is a FREAKING lantern fire thing dawg what do you expect)
Thinks it's so so cute that you are trying<3
Would take such great care of you after, though. Isn't he just so thoughtful<3 (Lil shit)
Despite all the playfull teasing he, is very gentle when it's his turn to take care of you<3
Turns out he can take things seriously when needed— your pleasure is always priority to him.
Can and will "offhandedly" comment on your pathetic performance after everything is said and done (Fucker)
He gets on your nerves so freaking much ughh.
Enjoys your reactions a bit too much. Freaking ragebaiter.
He's such an annoying tease I wanna put his neck on a leash and bend him over—
Lohen:
HECK YEAH
Let's be fr rn. This masochistic psychicopath twink is into being put in his place.
He desperately wants to be stepped on.
Metaphorically and physically.
Be rough. Be mean. Be merciless. Give him colorful bruises. He adores it when you are unforgiving.
Would look at you with literally hearts in those dead dead eyes of his if you cause painful injuries<33
They don't have to be necessarily dangerous. Just something that gets his blood hot and running<3 (But then again, as long as he got a good fight out of it, he won't mind bleeding to his death by your hands<3 or taking his last breath in your arms knowing that you were the one to steal it from him—).
Sorry this is so unromantic and way too freaky BUT THIS MAN CANNOT BE NORMAL ABOUT IT.
You cannot convince me that he doesn't get off to getting beaten to a pulp by his partner.
This twink is getting destroyed, alright.
Literally.
Durin:
YES
Just look me in the eye and tell me he is not a switch.
You can't. Because he is one.
He gets SO subby whenever he bottoms for whatever reason though... always becoming such a drooling sobbing mess... eager to please like the obedient little thing he is.
It's just that you make him feel so so good he just can't help himself but be messy with it :(
He is usually more of the growly type, but take advantage of his sensitive parts and you'll get him to make the sweetest whines for you<33
Just make sure that he feels loved and cared for, and you'll be rewarded with unshakable his eternal devotion<3
Sorry he is just so cutehzgvjhdshjdg my sweet baby I want all the good things for him<3
Layla:
PLSPLSPLS
Do you really think she even has the energy to top?
No. The right answer is no.
I think she's generally very quiet, but she makes up for it by how easily flustered she is<3
Can barely handle much in her natural habitat (bottoming), so please don't try to make her top :(
She is so overwhelmed and too flustered by everything that is happening.
Will still do her best despite everything, because she is just that sweet<3
Until she realizes that she may have bitten more than she can chew.
Starts begging you to please please please switch over she really can't do this.
She is just so mhmdhlklf<3 I think she deserves a reward for being so good to you<33
I love her sm omg is this too obvious.
Albedo:
Yes.
Agrees way too fast when you ask, actually.
Not necessarily because he is a bottom but I think he loves expirementing— Also kinda saw it coming. It just so happens that you asked earlier than he anticipated you would.
I like to believe that the star mark on his neck is sensitive, so show it some love, would you<3
Not gonna lie, I think he'll be so into it.
Like he'll realize how much more reactive he is when you are topping and start asking you to top more often (For science!)
Prolly asks you to write your observations down for him to check on later (💀)
Come on he obviously can't do it himself with the state you leave him in (HECK YEAH DESTROY THAT TWINK—)
Anyways it is time to bring out the smut writer in you.
Sorry if this is ooc he's such a pretty princess in my head I want to bbg him so bad (😖)
— but I also wanna ruin him and that smart mouth of his untill he can't spew any scientific nonsense at me anymore<3
Kazuha:
No.
Just hear me out on this one.
The service dom in him cannot, in any way, let the love of his life do all the work when he is right there.
Unlike a lot of people in this list, however, he is just human, so you can always fight him for that position...
Gets caught so off guard when you manage to flip him down and start toying with him.
(Thinks it's kinda hot—)
Find that sensitive spot and suddenly, his words are not as flowery nor as eloquent anymore<3
Just make sure it stays that way for as long as possible, would you<3
Especially since he will always be on guard from now on, you'll have to be more clever with your tactics if you want him writhing under you<3
Wanderer:
Yes (HEAR ME OUT I HAVE CONVINCING ARGUMENTS TRUST)
Here's the thing. Sex for Wanderer is unnecessary; he doesn't need it and doesn't crave it. However, he will help his partner out if they want it.
I think it is a very intimate affair to him. As far as he understands it; it is a process of stripping himself bare of everything he ever used to hide in and serving what remains of his wretched soul to you on a silver platter for you to judge and see.
And he can't just do that with anyone now, can he?
It's kind of an all-in deal to him. If you are going to do this, then he won't do it unless he feels safe enough around you to trust you with EVERYTHING.
Would genuinely cry if you treat his body with care, ignoring all his encouragement to go all out and his "I can handle it" talk in favor of treating him like the precious thing he thinks he's not.
He is shaking the entire time, feeling so vulnerable and so so loved.
I love him so much sorry if the special boy treatment is showing.
Scaramouche:
Absolutely NOT.
He can take care of you just fine— in fact, I think he is so much more gentler with his beloved than one would assume him to be.
He's just... not ready to be as vulnerable yet. He wants to, he really does, but the thought of actually doing that makes his synthetic skin crawl.
He's also seen firsthand how fragile humans can be, and he's way too paranoid to let you do any physically exerting tasks on his watch. Especially if you were a non-combatant.
I think your only chance at catching him at his most vulnerable would be after an agonizingly long expedition in the Abyss. Where time flows much faster and days turn into weeks and weeks into months.
He's ways extremely clingy (more than he already is, anyways) after such ventures and weirdly pliant to all sorts of requests that he would've otherwise instantly dismissed.
Fights it at first. Then, let's it happen. You just need to use the right words (and actions)
And suddenly he just looks so soft and so gentle and so so unlike himself ughh.
You could almost see the Kabukimono in him, if not for the fact that he keeps hiding his face
Probably cries. Definitely cries. Soft Scara the things I'll do for you—
God he makes me sick (/affec)
Do not even DARE mentioning it to him later, though. Whatever happens in those moments STAYS in those moments.
Please for his sake just... Don't.
(He's growing on me and I HATE IT)
Kabukimono:
YES
VERY eager to please. Can take whatever position you want him to!
Just... make sure to show how him how first.
Extremely vocal; moaning, begging, gasping. Will cling to you desperately while doing it all.
Doesn't know how much it affects you, but archon knows it does and it affects you bad.
No wonder he always ends up being such a pretty mess after<3
Definitely insists on returning the favor at some point. He is such a sweetheart<3
A fast learner, would use all the techniques you used on him before and carefully watch how much you are affected by them.
Takes your noises as approval. Whenever he is being loud it means he likes it. Surely it is the same for you, right<3
Despite that, he is still a bit unsure sometimes
He is being such a sweet thing to you. Please assure him that he is doing good :(
Just the fact that he can see you getting physically affected by him is enough, really! But a bit of praise can go a long way with him<3
Just think of it as motivation! The same way his vocal nature encourages you to ruin him<3
Chiori:
No.
That's her position the fuck (🤨) She ain't bottoming to nobody.
Also she knows damn well you ain't lasting (💀)
I think she is very gentle, but ask for a chance to be the top and she'll give you the bIGGEST side eye.
If you try to undermine her during the act she can and WILL immediately destroy any attempt at that.
She is so sassy, brat taming is in her nature.
Puts lingerie on you and uses the fabric shears to pin you to the bed so you can't escape her.
Is very patient when it comes to her partner, and has no qualms about teasing you all day<3
Won't let you get that relief until you are begging and sobbing pretty for her<33
Can always be a tad bit kinder to you, though. Just be good and listen to her well next time. You can do that, right<3
Heizou:
Yes. But omg he will he give you hELL.
Lays on his back, his arms behind his head as a pillow and the most arrogant looking uwu face you can imagine.
Smug fuck (I will peg that twink)
Wind is strong. ANYWAYS.
Loud on purpose at first. Then ACTUALLY loud when you start learning more about his dos and don'ts.
If you are the type to give commands then be assured that he will not be following any<3
Even when completely ruined he still finds the energy to be such a brat.
Nothing that cannot be fixed by being a bit rougher though<3
Put him on a leash. Maybe add a pretty rope too. And see how fast his confident facade drops when he is so desperate for that sweet release :(
He is such a whore (/affec) I love him
Illuga:
No.
Another twink who refuses to let his partner do any of the heavy lifting.
This one, however, is much more easier to fluster than the other.
A hot breath behind his reddening ear, a teasing finger under his sleeveless turtleneck, and the once dependable captain is no longer capable of the most basic functions anymore<3
Bonus points if you put a possesive hand on that small waist of his as you guide him somewhere more... private.
It's for a super secret important thing, you swear! (He knows damn well that you are lying)
It's almost pathetic, really. The way he is so determined to pretend have any sort of control yet gives in the moment you take the lead.
Feels so guilty that he is "making" you pleasure him. But he also can't get himself to tell you to stop because you are just so good at what you do he loses all words<3
Becomes so clingy and emotional during times like these. Please give him the praise he deserves :(
Freminet:
I think we all already know the answer to this one (💀)
He is the bottomest bottom to ever bottom.
This is like one of three things the genshin fandom universally agrees on.
That twink is already getting destroyed.
I genuinely think he'll cry if you try to make him top you.
Combust on the spot, even.
He'll still try, of course, but the poor thing's hands would be shaking so hard he can barely unbutton your shirt or unbuckle your bottoms.
Stutters out multiple sorrys for each time his fingers slip as he fumbles with your clothes.
He's just so hard but he's also too freaking flustered to do anything about it (my shayla :( )
Will look at you with the saddest, most guilty and teary-eyed expression when he realizes that he has been unconciously humping your thigh the entire time
(He's so pathetic I love him)
Please stop bullying him, he really can't take it anymore :(
Shenhe:
Yes.
Let's be for real; you already top her most of the time.
Something something the red rope is there to keep her in check something something sexual intimacy is a very emotional affair that may or may not trigger her.
Although she is faring better now, Shenhe still fears having any sort of power over you, so she would rather just let you have any advantage she can give.
Not that it would matter much if she actually went on a rampage. But it's the thought that counts<3
I think she's a breather. No loud moans, no grunts or growling. Just soft, quiet breaths.
Would not mind if you are loud, though. The entire point from this is that everyone is at their most vulnerable, right?
If you ever made her top you then she'll be so sweet and attentive<3
Quietly asking for consent before touching anything and constantly checking if you are comfortable.
She is just trying her best, and god is she good.
Mavuika:
Yes.
Thinks you can't handle her (Smug Fuck x2)
You can't, but still—
Is very chill in general, but oh archons can she be such a tease when she wants to be.
Would go out of her way to hold her own reactions in. She just wants you to go all out on her<3
.. and maybe tire yourself out to the point you cannot continue anymore.
Can and will taunt you. Again, she is just encouraging you to reach your limits<3
Won't do it for much though because she knows when you are too exhausted and it's her duty now to take good care of you too<3
Can be very gentle when she wants to be.
You were doing your best just now. It's her turn to return the favor now<3
As always, this is written just for fun. Feel free to pile up your own thoughts on it :>
" your lips are chapped, " he said. he had been staring keenly at your mouth as you rambled on about nonsense for the past 5 minutes.
you brushed your thumb over your bottom lip, feeling the slight dryness and stiffness. " are they? i just put on chapstick a little while ago. must've licked my lips too much. " just as you were about to stand up, yuji rushed into the bedroom to rummage through your purse to find your favorite lip gloss.
you blinked, confused at two things; one, how did he get from the bedroom and back to the couch so fast? and two, why was he putting your lip gloss on his lips? his weren't chapped at all. you sighed, a smile on your face. " if you just wanted to use my makeup you could've just said so—"
your sentence was just short by yuji's lips on yours, pressing like he was trying to imprint you with said gloss. he pulled away quickly, smiling. " now your lips aren't chapped anymore. "
you were surprised at the not only sweet gesture, but the naiveity of yourself that you didn't expect him to do such when megumi told you he had done the same to him days earlier.
"so then you just... stir it, " he clarified in his monotone sound, mixing the frying vegetables in the pan hesitantly.
"yeah! it's in the name, 'stir-fry', pretty straightforward. " yuji stood to the side, watching closely—not at the food megumi was very closely not trying to screw up, but at his lips. perhaps it was out of habit, looking at someone's mouth as they spoke. " your lips are chapped. "
he rubbed his lips together briefly, not looking up from his (shameful, sometimes) culinary skills. " no, they're not. "
he pouted, knowing that it would be tricky for megumi to fall for his antics. it's not that he was too shy to initiate a kiss, he could easily ask for one, but he liked getting creative with ways to get a kiss. stealing kisses rubbed him a right way—it was fun. " why would i ever lie to you, megumi? "
he sighed. " just say you want a kiss."
" i don't! "
he deadpanned, the spatula clattering on the counter as he turned his head to scold him—lovingly, of course. only to be met with a kiss by yuji's clearly overglossed lips. just how he envisioned kissing you days later, he kissed him that same way—hard, imprinting, and sweet. he pulled away, a beaming smile that was bound to deepen his smile lines. " now they're not chapped. "
megumi was flustered for the rest of the day, barely being able to focus on finishing dinner without burning it (more concern than before). his critical thinking and awareness were disturbed for the rest of that night.
" if he says your lips are chapped, don't trust him. " he muttered, staring at the ceiling. it was the middle of the night, and his quit affirmations caught your attention.
" you're acting like you didn't enjoy the kiss, 'gumi. plus, it sounded sweet, " you said, lying on his shoulder. " you were really flustered the rest of the day, huh? "
" as if you wouldn't be? we're in the same boat here. "
well, he got you there. you would just have to be wary of yuji for a little while. but the thing is, he's a sneaky bastard. he'll strike when you least expect it, it's truly scary how unpredictable he could be, especially with loving on you and megumi; his two favorite people on this earth and who he'd gladly die for. because just when you let your guard down... he'll pounce. like a tiger, or something.
── MY SIRIUS. its your first year of university and you meet a strange boy obsessed with astrophysics—your worst subject. you two form a transactional relationship, agreeing to teach each other your respective skills. yet as this relationship builds, you find yourselves wanting to become a lot more than just study buddies.
𝜗ৎ nerdjo x fem!reader
𝜗ৎ content; slow burn, mutual yearning, mentions of anxiety, cursing, FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF, comfort, satoru is very easily flustered, satoru is an astrophysics major, reader is into literature, implied fem reader, kissing, little ooc satoru, making out, sfw (no explicit smut) ㅤᵕ̈
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your first day of university was shit, to put it bluntly. too many people, too few friends, professors that you can already tell would be the bane of your existence for the semester, and to top it all of you received homework. on the first day. dozens of textbook questions awaited you, from all sorts of random ass classes. (seriously, how the hell did they manage to assign 20 textbook questions from an underwater basket weaving course? you’d only taken it because it sounded so ridiculous you thought you could just treat it as a spare period!)
safe to say, this semester was going to be hell. you’d resigned yourself to the library for the entire afternoon, going over every topic from microbiology to leo tolstoy to the most malleable waterproof fiber. but what really had you stuck in the library for so long was astrophysics. it was the most confusing shit you’ve ever seen, you think you’ve fallen asleep at least four times while trying to read the first page of primordial black holes—a concept.
just as you were about to call it a night and accept your fate of failing physics, you spot a boy in the corner of the library. and he was reading one of your favourite books of all time. and by the looks of it, he didnt seem to be enjoying it very much.
with too much caffeine in your system and too little shits to give you approach him.
“hey! is someone sitting here?” you ask as politely as possible.
. . .
he doesn't even bother to glance at you as waves his hand a bit. you narrowed your eyes in annoyance. was that an invitation to sit down or a silent way of saying fuck off? either way you simply sat. by his reaction you could tell his intention was the latter.
okay, rude much? is this guy an asshole or does he just have 0 social skills?
“um. can i help yo-” he starts, his gaze sweeps over you and and his eyes widen, his mouth shuts closed when he sees the textbook you’re carrying, his expression suddenly brightening.
“primordial black holes?! no way! someone else is interested in them! they’re so cool, the way their density fluctuates but the fact they could be completely hypothetical-”
you snort, slightly guilty to confess, “yeah, um, i don't mean to disappoint, but i don't really understand shit about them. it’s for a class.” and you feel a little pang in your heart when you see his expression sink,
“what about that book though!” you quickly recover “its short but its such an amazing classic. had me sobbing for a good hour-” but now its his turn to cut you off
“i, um, don't really understand anything about it either." he quips back, still deflated from the knowledge that they started teaching one of his passion subjects just as homework, “it feels more like riddles than dialogue. im also just reading it for a class”
okay, touché. mr. asshole.
“well it gets better as you go along, i promise” you try to explain, you’ve seen too many people drop this literary masterpiece because the beginning was too ‘challenging to understand’ seriously, has the quality of literature really gone so down these days that people can't even recognize a few metaphors?
satoru doubted that it would, but he just started the semester, and he had zero friends. so he decided to at least try and make you hate him a little less, since he’s aware he came off as a total douche
“what if i explain primordial black holes to you, and in return you translate the dreamer’s backstory into normal english” he thought it was a pretty good plan, more of a gamble than an actual transaction, but he wasn’t picky.
to be honest, he just really wanted to nerd out about his passion. knowing that you were on the cusp of one of the most exciting concepts of mankind but not pulling through with it was something he had to make sure didn't happen. nobody would ever listen to him for more than 5 minutes at a time when he started talking physics, but you didn't really have a choice, did you?
“y’know what? fine. ill make you realize how much of a masterpiece this book is.”
“and ill make you realize how cool black holes are.”
“fine then.”
“fine.”
and from there, your purely academic transactional friendship blossomed. he explained physics in such a way that it felt more like a story or a beautiful novel rather than real concepts, and you explained heavy literature in a way that totally engaged him. he even bought a collector’s copy of white nights to frame on his dorm shelf.
as the weeks progressed, you two grew into even closer friends, you both had underwater basket weaving together (finally that class is good for something) and you had the same spare period. you two would usually spend afternoons together teaching each other english or physics respectively, or mutually struggle with how to create the perfect plait, twine, and coil for good quality baskets, which was strangely a lot harder than it sounded, you were learning to respect underwater basket weavers more and more by the day. the fact that they could go through this hell and still manage to find their passion in it was astounding to you.
when you came back to him one day with an A on your physics assignment, he was so overjoyed that—ignoring the fact he was in a cramped library—he picked you up and spun you around, getting you guys kicked out for accidentally knocking down a shelf of books (it’s not like anybody read those ones anyway! who even reads narcissistic autobiographies dressed as ‘self-help’ books? yet the librarian wasn't buying into your defense, and threatened to blacklist you guys from the library if you didn’t leave)
satoru was laughing all the way back to the dorm rooms that day, you couldn't tell if he was so giddy about you acing a physics assignment because of him or because you and the librarian were going back and forth for a solid ten minutes. either way, it was worth it, you loved seeing him so carefree like this. he used to be so stuck-up and stoic, but seeing him come out of his shell over time and feel comfortable enough to laugh with you made your chest feel warm.
over time, you could easily establish that satoru’s love language was gift-giving. he would always buy you coffee before your library study times. it was ridiculous, really. the coffee was insanely expensive and he would go out of his way to add toppings as well.
he started out the whole tradition with vowing to get you every drink on the menu until he found your favourite. you’d insisted that he didnt have to get you anything from that overpriced coffee shop and you were more than satisfied with your homemade coffee, but he wouldn't have any of it. after two weeks of trial, he’d finally established that french vanilla lattes with extra sugar were your favourite (to his delight, as he loved sweets, and would always steal sips from your drinks) and would bring it to you every day on your spare period, despite the fact that it cost a solid $8.
he would often get you little trinkets or souvenirs every now and then. he missed a day of studying together? he’d come back the next with a handwritten apology note and a little jellycat keychain, the one that you’ve kept dangling on your backpack because you really loved it. and how a gentle smile would grace his face every time he saw it on your backpack.
he bought you a little spaceship pencil and matching eraser from when he went to the NASA space center for a course trip, and you’ve been using them ever since.
but what really touched your heart was when he went on a trip to europe, as he got you beautiful special edition copies of a few of your favourite books from the livraria lello, you were so happy that you burst out crying—much to his panic.
he thinks that the day he realized he really fell for you was when he took you out to a concert of your favourite artist. when he told you he bought the tickets, you screamed so hard he didn't think his ear drums would ever recover. and he wouldn't have it any other way. you were so beautiful to him, singing your heart out to your favourite artist and bursting into tears in the middle of your favourite song. he’d been practically ready to cry himself, the pain in his chest was excruciating, he’d never felt this way before.
he’d never impulsively bought so much stuff for someone before despite the fact that he was a broke college student. he’d never purposely humiliate himself to make another person laugh until their stomach hurt before. he’d never cheer up instantly at just the thought of a person before. he’d never put himself through torturous hours of reading unintelligible literature to see someone’s face brighten up before. and at the end of the day, it was you who had brought out all of that in him, and he’d only realized that while hearing you screech out the lyrics to your favourite song. what an idiot i am.
he’d never seen himself as an [artistname] fan ever, but after that concert, just their association to you was enough to make them his favourite too.
by the time exams rolled around, you were both in academic weapon mode, sitting side by side for hours without a word uttered, simply focused on studying. you loved it though, the intimate environment, the reassurance of someone facing the same daunting task as you, and having them willing to help out where you struggled, it was comforting.
during the exam, you never thought you’d been so nervous in your life. prior, every subject was fine except for astrophysics, which was why satoru devoted so much of his time to tutoring you. mid-exam, the full anxiety hit. your leg was bouncing up and down so fast it couldve compared to gamma ray frequencies, you were chewing the inside of your cheek so hard you tasted metal. this anxiety that overtook you was so painful that you considered leaving and just failing the exam. but at the thought of failing, your stomach churned anew. your face paled and you were on the cusp of hyperventilating...
your eyes darted around frantically, but suddenly you were snapped out of your trance when you saw the spaceship-themed pencil in your hand, and the ivory-haired boy sitting a couple rows down who had given it to you.
focus, y/n, remember everything he taught you. just breathe.
satoru spotted you in his peripheral vision, and glanced up when he saw you shaking. when he saw your pale, panicked face staring down at your paper, he almost stood up and abandoned his exam right then and there just to comfort you. what he was already doing was dangerous enough, as in this prestigious of a school, just looking at you was enough to get him flagged for cheating, but satoru couldnt give a flying fuck about his exam right now, not when you were sitting there looking so shaken.
come on, my strong girl, i dont need you to remember everything i taught you right now, i just need you to breathe.
you both locked eyes, and a small, comforting smile graced his face. a strange calm washed over you. how does he have this kind of effect on you? you cant remember the last then when anyone else has made you feel so safe. you take a deep breath and calm your mind. you couldn't give up on this exam now, you couldn't let your combined hard work go to waste. you needed to pass this exam, if not for you, then for him.
upon seeing the determined look on your face, satoru’s shoulders visibly relaxed, and he was able to finish the rest of the exam with no difficulty. after you two left the exam hall he insisted on taking you out for the rest of the day. you two ended up going to a random sushi restaurant and eating away the lingering stress, then going back to your place to watch movies and eat ice cream.
it was the little things like this that you cherished so much about satoru. he saw you. he would take you to a sushi restaurant that he knew you loved, would buy your favourite ice cream, and pick out the movies you wanted to watch. despite your constant nagging for him to be selfish just once and pick a movie he wants, he always insisted that ‘i’m happy if youre happy’
when you two got your exam marks back, you were too nervous to even open the package, instead letting satoru look at it first and deciding whether or not you should be concerned based on his reaction.
“you sure, y/n? this feels like an invasion of privac—”
“just open the damn letter, satoru.”
he huffed out a sigh and muttered something about so bossy while unfolding the page, skimming over it to find your grade. you held your breath so hard you felt lightheaded. you saw the quirk of his eyebrows when he finally found your grades
...
he slowly looks and stares at you with as stoic of an expression as he could muster, and when you finally feel like you're going to burst into tears from the anticipation, his face lights up in happiness, an 'i told you so' laugh bubbling from his chest.
“cmon, you have to look at this, y/n! you did incredible! probably better than me!”
“what?!? give me that shit!”
you grabbed the paper out of his hand and skimmed over it.
. . .
Astrophysics Final Cumulative — 89%
you practically jumped out of your skin.
“oh-oh my God! satoru! this is insane??” you squeal.
you’re so ecstatic you don't even realize you’re jumping on him for a bear hug, the intimacy of it lost on you with the excitement
“this is all because of you, yknow that? thank you so much, toru! you’re such a lifesaver!
the intimacy, however, was definitely not lost on him. he felt a flush rising to the tips of his ears from the praise. he wasn't even going to begin to think about the nickname you’d picked for him—he’d go insane. his arms hung loosely by his side for a second but then slowly found themselves supporting your weight off the ground.
“what are you talking about?” he laughs breathlessly, “y/n this was all because of your hard work, not me. i knew you would do amazing, my smart girl.” he was so proud he couldn't even describe it, even if he flunked all his exams now it wouldn't matter to him anymore, nothing could ruin this moment for him.
the hours of satoru drilling equations in your head paid off! to be honest before opening your grade package you were more scared of letting him down than failing the course and having to retake it, but it all ended out okay.
satoru ended with a 100 in astrophysics (obviously), and much to your annoyance he got a 96 on his english final, and then proceeded to brag to your face for hours as you had only received a 92 and you’d taught him literally everything he knew.
the day after the results came out, you two received your schedules for the new semester, to fortunately find out that you two shared almost every class! not that the workload would be easier, you already had an essay due for “ethical hacking,” a course satoru had convinced you to take, as it was just “coding but for polite people.” the only class you two differed was him taking advanced astrophysics and astronomy (yuck??) and you instead took classic literature as an art.
he invited you over that day, texted you saying how there were "urgent matters to be attended to,” yeah right, he probably just wanted to show off another long ass physics problem that he’d finished before anyone in his class.
regardless, you still ended up getting dressed to go over anyway, why? you didn't know, neither would you admit it to yourself.
after a while you show up at the door to his dorm, he took a solid minute to answer, despite you telling him that you’d be over in 5
30 seconds..
45 seconds..
“y/n! you’re here” he exclaims breathlessly with a shit-eating grin on face, “come inside! like right now! i wanna show you something!”
"did usain fucking bolt chase you to the door? why are you so out of breath?"
"it's nice to see you too" he quips back, unbothered
your lips quirk up and you huff, letting him drag you inside like a giddy child. his bedroom is dark, with the curtains drawn and a lazy fluorescent glow coming from the moon outside, illuminating the small space. his messy white hair and gray, worn out digimon hoodie doing nothing to stand out from the literal geek-fest that was satoru gojo's dorm room.
“well, what is it satoru? y'know i have a project due, like, next week that i should really be writing up right now-”
he flicks on the light switch.
you freeze.
the sight before you is gentle and unimaginable. soft stars, ethereal in their beauty, slowly spinning around the room. you marvel at the sight around you, a makeshift planetarium, all of the planets of the solar system and more shining like crystals. it takes a solid minute before you can conjure up any words.
“cool, isn't it?” satoru asks excitedly, “i made it myself! d’ya like it??”
you stare at him wordlessly, like it? like it? you've never seen something like it in your mouth. a strangled gasp leaves you before you laugh breathlessly
“wow.. toru…” you choke out "how—? when—?"
he smiles so hard you think you can see your reflection in the whites of his teeth.
“come stargaze with me” he says gently, patting a spot on the ground beside him, beckoning you to sit. there’s snacks lazily strewn all across the room. kitkat wrappers, sugary energy drinks, and an unopened pack of your favourite sour skittles, the one he definitely wont tell you he was saving just for you despite them being his favourite candy too. he notices your eyes catching on it and grabs it, looking away while he passing it to you. if you didn’t know better you’d say he looked.. nervous, right now.
“its so beautiful satoru, really” you assure him, noticing his anxiety. his lips quirk up into a soft smile and you can feel his head tilt towards you, white hair whispering against the blankets thrown across the floor. he hums, and his voice is soft, stripped of all its usual stoicness
“arent they?” he murmurs, eyes tracing the star clusters with uncanny focus, “the real stars fit together so perfectly, like puzzle pieces..”
the room suddenly feels close, intimate. your arm brushes his, and his warm, solid presence makes something in your gut clench. satoru points above you somewhere on his star map, fingers tracing invisible lines across the ceiling, “thats capella, the most luminous star in auriga.”
"whats auriga?"
"you're telling me you got an A on your physics exam and you don't even know what auriga is? i knew you must've cheated" he quips.
"whatever, i forgot all that shit the second i left the exam hall."
"it might 'just be an exam' to you, but to me, it's everything." he murmurs, so earnestly that you can't help but glance over at him
his voice is barely above a whisper now, his gaze still distant like he can see something you can’t.
you see his lips tilt up into a lazy smile, a quiet sense of pride in it “yknow, i bought the projector, spent weeks messing around with it ‘till i got it just right, and just now does it feel like i finally completed it."
he doesn't say why, he doesn't need to, but your thoughts fill in the gaps anyway. a makeshift planetarium in the middle of exams. late nights, dark circles under his eyes, hair always a mess, coffee-stained sleeves.
“has anyone seen it in action before this?” you ask hesitantly, would that sound too possessive, oh no, you didn't want to give him the impression that only you were good enough to see it and—what the hell? since when did you overthink your interactions with satoru so much?? these stupid stars must be doing some physics shit to your brain.
“nah” he hums, “you’re the only person ive asked” he remarks casually, so casually that you don't see the way his shoulders tense when you scrutinize him. before you could comment on it, he switches the subject again, adding abruptly,
“yknow what lyra means?”
“nope, what's it mean?”
“lyra,” he says, turning back to the ceiling, “was a harpist. for the greek god orpheus.”
he points a finger up at the constellation, tracing its lines like he could play a melody across them.
“some say she became the constellation when she died. so she could be his muse forever”
his voice was quiet, almost reverent, and the words hung in the air. something in the way he speaks makes your heart flutter, he seemed so passionate about this. where he was all math and stars, you were all literature and art. yet it didn't matter, the way he explained things made it feel like you’ve known this information your whole life.
he continues to ramble on about greek mythology and their correlation to the night sky, meanwhile you just lay on your stomach with your head resting on your hands and your feet casually kicking back and forth, tossing skittles into your mouth as he talks about orion and the pleiades. this goes on for the better portion of a half hour.
as he talks you focus more on him than his words. his bright cheerful eyes that you've only seen glimmer like then when he speaks of the night, his arms gesticulating wildly, as if he were to draw out the information from the world with his hands alone. he tells you about star clusters and binary systems, ancient constellations and the stories behind them. he points at the stars, tracing them with long, pale fingers, like he’s the one who hung them up in the heavens.
you listen attentively to him while toying with the jellycat keychain on your backpack, but you can’t look away from him for longer than a few seconds because his enthusiasm is nearly contagious; he’s so invested, so utterly passionate even if you don't quite grasp most of the concepts. when he finally gets to a point where he’s run out of things to say, he freezes. realizing that he’s just been talking your ear off for a good 30 minutes.
“god, i'm so sorry, i didnt mean to bore you. i-i talk too much i know-” he starts frantically.
you cut him off, shaking your head, “nah” you say softly, shifting closer without realizing it. he’s warm, radiating heat like a living furnace, and you have to resist the urge to press even closer. “i like listening.”
he hums, laying his head back and tilting it up just slightly to look at you, “most people zone out after a couple minutes” he says with a tired laugh, fingers picking absently at a loose thread on the blanket.
“well most people are morons, you told me that yourself” you counter back, earning a tired snicker from him.
satoru lets out a sigh, closing his eyes momentarily. he seems more vulnerable this way, less like the untouchable genius and more like a weary young man who’s been running on too much caffeine and not enough sleep.
“y’know,” he murmurs, “sometimes i wonder if any of this is even worth it. with astronomy and everything”
his voice is soft but flat, devoid of cockiness. its a rare moment of vulnerability, and you want to hold it gently in your palms and never let it go.
“it is,” you find yourself chiding softly, “the stars, the theories, the knowledge… it’s brilliant. you are brilliant.”
he opens his eyes again, turning his head to look at you with an expression you can't quite read. his face is closer now, only inches away. you can count the freckles on his nose bridge if you tried to.
for a moment, you think you see a flash of insecurity in his eyes, a hint of something raw and unguarded. but then its gone, replaced with his usual lazy grin.
“flattery, huh?” he quips, and there's a teasing edge to his tone, "didn't think it was your style.”
you roll your eyes, swatting his arm playfully, “oh, shut up.”
he doesn't move away—just lets you swat him, his grin widening, alive and brilliant. There's something undeniably alive in the way he looks at you now, a childishness only you could bring out of him
“yeah? make me then.” satoru challenges lowly, almost absentmindedly, voice laced with amusement. his fingers twitch against the blanket like he’s restraining himself from reaching out
oh.
oh?
the air between you two is thick with something unspoken and electric. you can feel your heartbeat thudding loud enough to drown out the hum of the projector above you both. satoru firmly presses a pillow to his chest to make sure the sound of his head racing wouldn't be audible—as if that would do any help.
upon realizing your silence, he suddenly backtracks. satoru’s expression shifts from smug to surprised when he realizes the implications of his own words. a hint of red tinges his cheeks and the tips of his ears, an unfamiliar sight, and it's kind of adorable how such a simple statement could throw him off. a prodigy, a teenager who recreated the galaxy in his dorm bedroom just to impress you, and yet he’s thrown off by the implication of kissing you.
he clears his throat, trying to regain his composure, but his gaze keeps flickering to your lips—just brief, fleeting glances that betray his sudden unease.
“i-i didn't mean-i don't want-” he starts, but you’re already grinning in anticipation
“oh, i think you did.”
fuck.
satoru’s entire face flushes—a rare, glorious sight. his usually effortless composure cracks like thin use under the weight of his own thoughts. he uses his knuckle to push his glasses back up his nose, and chews the inside of his cheek nervously.
he opens and closes his mouth twice before letting out a strangled noise. “i—that was not what i meant.”
shit, he thinks, if she keeps looking at me like that, i wont be able to survive it.
you lean towards him. and his glasses slide back down his nose slightly as he jerks back, but there is no real escape now. you’ve got him cornered between blankets and your smug little grin. the stars above you both don't move fast enough to hide the disaster in progress.
“oh?” you laugh, enjoying this moment of docility from him. seeing satoru so flustered, so taken aback by his own slip-up, sparks a kind of perverse joy within you. you shift closer, leaning in until your faces are mere inches apart. you can smell his shampoo, can see every fleck of color in his irises. you wonder if he can feel your breath of his chin.
“then what did you mean?” you murmur, the question laced with a teasing challenge.
satoru swallows repeatedly, a flush on his cheeks spreading to the tips of his ears. he looks away and fidgets with the ridiculous jellycat keychain that he’d bought you attached to your backpack. if i knew you liked stuffed animals so much, i would've bought you more he thinks absentmindedly
he’s never been this flustered, always holding his own—in a conversation, in a room—hell, he’s talked to some of the most advanced rocket scientists in the world without floundering as helplessly as he is now. you look beautiful smug, so unbearably pleased with yourself, and he should be annoyed, he really should.
but that's not what he’s feeling right now.
“i just-” he stutters, trying and failing to come up with a believable excuse, he completely blanks, failing to find anything to deny what his heart so yearns for at this moment. with a sigh, he breathes out,
“i just really, really want to kiss you right now.” shit, shit, shit!
…
you freeze, the sudden burst of blunt honesty catching you off-guard. you’d been ready for his denial, excuses, even more flustered deflection. this was a game you got used to, pushing him into a corner and watching him justify his way out of it, a memorized dance. not this raw, unfiltered confession.
for a moment, you just stare at him, your heart doing somersaults in your chest. you can see the flicker of panic in his eyes, like he’s scared that he’s said too much too fast and you wouldn’t reciprocate. oh my sweet boy, you think, as if i would do something that cruel to you
with a huge goofy smile finding its way on your face, you find yourself whispering, “so do it, then.”
it’s like his brain does a record scratch. he practically short-circuits. his eyes widen comically, the flush spreading across his cheeks deepening to a beautiful scarlet. he looks stunned, like he can’t quite believe what he’s hearing.
then, without another word, he practically pounces on you.
his mouth meets yours in a kiss that feels like a supernova. explosive, messy, overwhelming. he was clearly inexperienced, but if anything that only made you giddier. his hands slide into your hair, tangling tight as he draws you closer. his kiss is hungry, desperate like he’s been holding back for his whole life.
satoru freezes mid-kiss—his lips still pressed against yours, warm and achingly soft. his hands stay tangled in your hair like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go.
then, slowly, he pulls back just enough to look at you. his glasses are askew again (how do they keep doing that?), his breath uneven. the stars above don't seem nearly as bright anymore—not compared to the devastating smile on his face.
“...was-was that okay?” he murmurs softly after a beat—so quiet it almost sounds unsure coming from someone usually so confident in his words.
“more than okay, ‘toru.” you point to a random huge star on his ceiling, "what's that one?” you ask with a sly grin as you pull him back into another kiss.
he makes a strangled noise in his throat. totally thrown off. under normal conditions he’d be able to tell you everything about any star, hell, probably even its current latitudinal and longitudinal coordinates. but right now the only thing he could get out is
“our s-sun.. that’s mmf just the sun..”
you giggle against his lips and point at another one, seemingly more niche than the literal sun. “yeah? and what about that one?”
satoru chokes on a laugh against your lips, his entire body shuddering. his grip tightens in your hair like he’s trying to anchor himself—like if he lets go, you’ll both spiral into some inexplicable black hole of sheer chaos.
“y-you want me to—to name planets right now?” his voice is wrecked already, uneven and breathless between kisses. he tries (and fails) to sound indignant when all you can feel is how fast his heart is pounding under your palm where it presses against his hoodie.
satoru’s eyes follow your finger to the ceiling, his gaze landing on a random star cluster. “that one?” he rasps out, breath still uneven, “uh-”
his already muddled brain stutters as he wracks through his mental catalogue for information. even through the haze of you—your proximity, your vanilla perfume, the way your body is pressed against his in a way he’d never thought he’d admit he wants this badly—he manages to pull out some details.
“ursa minor,” he pants out. “small, part of the little bear constellation.”
“little bear? sounds cute. tell me more about it.” you grin
oh surely you must be trying to kill me
he groans so hard that you think he’ll just give up, but then—ever the show-off, even in this state—he manages
“its got some notable stars,” he manages, trying desperately to focus anywhere other than the way your body is pressed against him. “like polaris, the north star, and kochab-”
his sentence breaks off into a low moan as your fingers brush the sensitive nape of his neck, sending a shiver of electricity across his skin.
he tries to continue, but it’s difficult with you touching him like this. “I-I—”
he lets out a strangled gasp, his hands gripping at your shoulders like a lifeline. “i cant—i cant think, i cant—”
you pull away for all of two seconds, and satoru lets out a deep shuddering exhale, his chest having like he’s been in a marathon. his cheeks are flushed, his lips kiss-swollen and his glasses are nowhere to be found.
he knows he must look like a mess. his hair is tousled, sticking up in a way thats more ‘i just rolled out of bed’ and less ‘i just made out with the girl i’ve been crushing on for months”
he’s snapped out of his half-dream stupor when he hears you laughing hysterically next to him, as much as he loves the sound, he gets the sinking feeling that he’s the butt of the joke.
“satoru.. PFFT—were-were you holding in your breath the whole time?!” you burst out in giggles again, “no wonder why your face was getting so pale!”
his already flushed cheeks turn even darker at the teasing. he’d forgotten that he did that—held his breath, like a moron.
he mutters something under his breath, something that sounds vaguely like a protest about how he couldn’t exactly help it. he tries to find his glasses, but the area is too large and he could honestly admit that they weren't his top priority right now
you just keep giggling, and even though it was at him, it didn’t make him dislike the sound any less. if anything, he was happy, happy that he had a factor in your joy, he could live as the target of the joke his entire life if he could always see you smile like this. without even realizing what he’s doing, he lifts his arm to gently trace your soft lips, feeling a wave of boldness wash over him.
“you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, “i can’t comprehend it.” he was so so gone for you, so whipped.
well he must be trying to put you into cardiac arrest, because now it’s your turn to fluster like a schoolgirl. “‘toru,” you mutter sheepishly, “a little warning next time?”
he just smiles at that, bright and radiant, deciding now was an appropriate time to comment on the nickname you’ve given him over the past few weeks
“toru, hm? i really like it when you call me that, y’know.”
“you almost socked suguru in the face last week for calling you that”
“i said i like it when you call me that,” he clarifies. you roll your eyes but can’t hide the growing smile on your face
“there we go,” he says, noticing your shifting expression, you couldn’t describe the look in his eyes if you tried to, utter devotion, “my beautiful girl.”
you don’t even try to deflect this nickname this time, opting to parry back instead, “aw, don't get all sentimental on me now, sweet boy.”
he laughs and chucks the spaceship eraser at you, both of you lay back down against the sheets, watching the planetarium slowly move above you. satoru, the boy whose head was always lost in the stars, has finally found his.
a/n ; hi gang gang this was so much fun to write (anything except studying for exams lmaoo😭) i’d appreciate any feedback on my writing for the future as this was the first fic i’ve ever written!! i love u so much!! tysm for readinggg:)
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ni-ki absentmindedly stirred his drink with his straw, the ice cubes clinking softly. he wasn’t really paying attention—his friend had begged him to fill in for this gokon, and he’d shown up mostly to be polite.
“what about you, ni-ki?” one of the girls asked, leaning forward with a teasing smile. ni-ki caught a glimpse of her cleavage peeking from her undershirt, but he wasn’t bothered by it. sigh—why couldn’t girl just stop slutting themselves out?
“what’s your type?” she continued, manicured nails drumming the table.
he blinked, letting out a soft sigh. “my type?”
she nodded. “yeah, like… what kind of girl do you like?”
for a moment, his mind went blank. then, before he could stop himself, words started slipping out—quiet, almost fond. a 180 degrees of turn from how he was acting just a second ago.
“i like my girl laughs a lot,” he began. “but not the big ones, the giggly ones. the kind where she covers her face a little, and she gets flustered so easily her face becomes red.” he hummed, resting his chin atop of his palm.
“i really, really, like cute girls,” he smiled to himself, eyes unfocused like he wasn’t really talking to anyone but her eyes were on his blind date. “maybe because i’m tall, so short girls are my thing. she’s so tiny, like i feel like i could lose her in a crowd if i looked away for a second,” a small laugh slipped out of him.
then, ni-ki blinked, and his vision unblurred. “not sure about you, but i have this thing where i like it when she’d get all pouty about small things. like when she can’t seem to clasp her bracelet, so she comes to me for help.”
a slight frown appeared between the girl’s crease before she smiled awkwardly. “wow, ni-ki, i didn’t think—”
“i’m not done yet,” he cuts her off, flashing a smile. “ah, she’s really the cutest of them all. if you see my type of girl, i think you’d like her too, reika.” he continued, smiling to himself fondly.
reika shifts uncomfortably, wetting her lips. “ah—you think so? maybe i should see her for myself. see what’s so different about us.” she joked to ease the tension, tucking a strand behind her ear.
ni-ki’s smile faltered, he blinked, but his expression remained blank. “nah,” he clicked his tongue. “i don’t think i’ll like you seeing my little sister.”
her eyes widened and she tried to laugh awkwardly to brush it off. before she could open her mouth to reply—something like, eh—you’re kidding? ni-ki cuts her off again, throwing his head back with an exasperated groan.
“ah fuck, i really wanna see her now.”
——
“h—hah! ki–niisan…” you panted, back arching in pleasure as ni-ki tugged at your arm, his fingers curling around it. he drew you back until your spin clashed his chest. your older brother drove his cock ruthlessly in and out of you, pulling back your walls around his shaft.
his eyebrows adjoined in the middle as ni-ki used his other hand to cup your jaw, tilting your head slightly to face him where he caught your lips. “f—fuck, shit, yn–chan, you’re so tight,” he rasped, running his tongue along your bottom lip.
you nodded your head, pussy clenching around ni-ki as the tip of the hard cock delved so deep it kissed your cervix. when you didn’t pull back from kissing him, ni-ki slid his hand down to cup your tits, rubbing your perky nipple between his fingers. “niisan—! w—wait, mh!”
your older brother slid his tongue inside your mouth where it tangled with yours, mixed saliva dripping down along your chin. he continued to rock his hips against yours, sinking down his cock, inch by inch.
“ah fuck, you’re so mean, yn–chan, how… how could you let niisan go on a date with other girls, hm?” he teased you, nipping the corner of your lips as his thumb and index pinched your nipple. you gasped aloud into his mouth, hands awkwardly by your sides.
you shook your head, rolling your eyes back as the sound of skin slapping filled your ears. “mh—n—no, ki–niisan… you’re the one who w—went without telling me…” you slurred, tongue darting out as your older brother fucked the shit out you.
ni-ki hummed in dissatisfaction, now holding you by your jaw instead of your arm. his soft lips trailed along your cheek and he tilted your head back to nibble on your jugular. “yeah… because my cute imouto doesn’t wanna play with her ki–niisan anymore…” he murmured against your skin, grazing his sharp teeth along.
ni-ki left marks like canvas, marking his territory—his cute little girl—his, as if the shared blood wasn’t enough proof. your head lolled to the side, tears falling down your flushed face, just like how ni-ki liked it.
your older brother has always thought crying looked the absolute best on you. teary, glassy, doe eyes with wet clumped eyelashes… trembling lips that you’d nibble to not let out sobs… cheeks red and flushed as you accepted your scoldings…
which was why setting you up was one of ni-ki’s favourite mean things to do towards you. he’d purposely let your parents scold you, then—but now, he liked seeing you cry because of something else.
“n—not true, you’re always so busy,” you whimpered, clenching around him. you’re so small ni-ki swore the shape of his cock was see-through against your abdomen. you’re trembling against his hold, toes curled on itself.
ni-ki clicked his tongue, rolling the pebbled nipple. “hm, you have to make up for it.” he rasped, placing a hand against your abdomen where he pressed down his bulge. you moaned aloud, tightened. “uh—huh, okayokay, please,” you pleaded, “ki–niisan, i wanna cum—please, please,” you squealed. your body would’ve dropped if it weren’t for ni-ki’s hold on your jaw, squishing your baby–fat cheeks.
“already? but niisan wants to play some more,” he hummed, feigning disappointment. you’re so precious and so innocent in the moment that ni-ki couldn’t bring himself to tease you any longer. besides, he felt his cock twitching and throbbing and spasming inside—and knew he was close too.
he started to mercilessly pick up his pace, plowing into your tight cunt. “okay, i’ll let you cum—if you promise me we’ll play again soon,” he murmured, pounding into you with no rhythm whatsoever. you nodded eagerly, growing needy to just cum already. “mmhm! i promise, i promise—please,”
the corner of his lips curled into a sly smirk at your neediness, he used both his hands to grip your wrists from the back as your body tilted forward. you gasped—thinking you were going to fall on your face, but ni-ki would never, ever let you fall. “ah—!”
the change of position allowed his cock to drive deeper, slamming the head against your cervix. “i wanna feel you cum on my cock. yn–chan, you’re made for niisan, aren’t you?” he panted, looking down at your pretty curved back, and your pretty ass slamming against his pelvis.
you nodded, breathing hard as you clamped around his cock. ni-ki has always been the kind of older brother that never gets sick of hearing one thing. he shook his head, twitching. “c’mon yn–chan, use your big girl words. tell me you’re mine.”
your head dropped for a second when he kept hitting your g–spot that had you seeing the milky way. nodding again, you choked out your big girl words. “yes—! i’m only yours ki–niisan, yours, yoursyours!”
satisfied, ni-ki slid out just to slam his cock back in, thrusting all of his inches inside you. in that moment, while you were practically hanging off him, ni-ki bursted, shooting ropes of warm, thick semen deep inside you.
you cried out, letting your juices and cumming from the overstimulation. your older brother kept cursing and moaning your name behind, groaning as his thrusts went sloppy. he didn’t slow down one bit despite ejaculating.
only after a few minutes that ni-ki slid out his sensitive, twitching, softened cock out—his cum leaking out of your hole. gently, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you back against him, settling you on his lap as his cock rested against your puffy pussy.
his hand caressed your cheek, pushing back the hair that sticked to your damp, sweaty face. chuckling, he pressed a soft kiss against your cheek with an exaggerated mwa—!
“you’re so so cute,” he mumbled against your temple.
