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Yess so glad to see more Sakamoto days fans đ may I request some Nagumo headcanons with him being in a relationship, kinda curious about howâd he be like in an argument with s/o
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Û« . YOICHI NAGUMO RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS ?
SFW and NSFW under the cut!
n. i just recycled and elaborate the sfw ones from the asked i got from my đČ anon, added other things also. i love writing my stinky rascal . . hope u enjoy ^3^
the dynamic in a relationship with nagumo will be natural & playful so it allows the relationship to develop organically. your relationship with him is built on a foundation of mutual understanding and subtle communication. instead of a formal confession, his consistent flirting and genuine expressions of affection serve as his way of showing his feelings.
his love languages would be heavy on physical touch, means that he expresses and receives love most profoundly through physical closeness and touch. accepts pda; in fact, he prefers to take the lead. never let him take his hands off of you, somehow. pulls you by the waist and gives you a nosy kiss. he enjoys spending quality time, although his profession occasionally prevents him from doing so. however, he will make the most of his time with you while it is available.
really clingy in private. wonât let you get out off the bed by hugging you from behind. heâs also the big spoon most of the time.
he talks in his sleep when heâs comfortable with you, murmuring about how much you mean to him and lazy smooches here and there. likes to pretend to be asleep as well so you continue to caress him in bed when heâs âasleepâ.
traps you in a hug every single time. nagumo just comes out of nowhere to hug you, not letting you go, and says âcaught youuâ and carries you in bridal style around the house.
if you love his tattoos, he definitely walks around naked in the house. also, the sign that he truly trusts you with all his life is when he tells you the meaning of each tattoo he has.
put your belongings at the topmost shelf so you need to call him for help or hides your stuffs in the most random places ever.
you guys have board and card games around the house. monopoly? uno? guess who? snakes & ladders? just name it.
iâve seen so many times others saying he loves to play pranks, i definitely agree. intentionally getting you on your nerves just for him to apologize with another set of pranks. heâs just silly like that.
contrarily to beliefs, he likes to mull over after you guys argue and gives you space as he rethinks and reflects his actions. when he apologizes after a big fight, he takes both of your hands and swings them left and right as he explains, still teases but with a nervous smile this time.
a flirt, teaser, prankster, drama queen, what else?
he MATCHES YOUR FREAK, did i tell you heâs a nasty in bed? one hell of an experimentalist, doesnât mind doing anything with you. his rage is huge, iâll tell you that. vanilla? roleplay? waxplay? pegging? all down, just name it.
quickies at inconvenient times. you guys have a meeting in 10 minutes? 4 minutes is enough to do your thing in the public bathroom together.
likes to steal glances to your tits when you guys talk. i believe heâs a tit guy rather than ass. though, in public, his hands tends to uncontrollably go down to your ass when he circles you by the waist.
too good at nipple play.
nagumo likes you make you squirt, his personal favorite. however, for him, he likes it when you give him a handjob.
talks & coos to your pussy likes its you!
in bed, he likes it when you go rough, i think itâs really going to turn him on. just ride him i swear. might be one of his best times in life.
crack jokes during it, heâs quite humorous doing sex. compliments you in a funny way and says hilarious things also. expect your sex wonât be too serious and just all laughs & giggles.
doesnât give a fuck about bounds, so semi public and publix sex are often.
@uzurakis
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One Last Puff
a short fic of Nagumoâs yearly custom for the last 8 years.
âone bottle of sake and a pack of cigarette please.â
Shin who currently man the counter eyed the tattooed man suspiciously.
âi didn't know you smoked, Nagumo-san.â
âoccasionally.â the man shrugged lightly. The look in his eyes is darker, not a trace of his usual playfulness in view. Sakamoto, who was observing not far from the counter only stared at his old time friend.
âwait, Nagumo.â Sakamoto rummages under the counter searching for something. Nagumo heard the clinks of two shot glass that Sakamoto took out from under the counter as he handed it to him. âfor sharing, if you need to.â
Nagumo chuckled. âwith who?â
âif not with her, just think it as my representation as I can't visit her.â
âare you visiting your girlfriend, Nagumo-san?â Shin asked teasingly. ânah, just an old friend.â the dark haired man only shows a strained smile and left the store.
after walking a few steps from the store, Shin heard a thought.
âjust a dear old friendâŠâ
ââââ
He sat there, back resting on her tombstone. he poured the sake to both glass he got from Sakamoto. One glass he put beside the flower, the other one he gulp down immediately, starting his yearly custom.
Minutes turns into hours. He's there when the sun was right above his head, and still there now that it was replaced by the moon. his cheeks flushed a little, but his eyes as dark as ever. the bottle of sake was empty but his head was still full.
full of regret. full of anguish.full of what ifs. full of her.
it's the 8th anniversary of Rion Akao's death. it's the 8th year he's done this. it's the 8th time he spent a day by her grave. it's the 8th time he let his tears falls freely.
if Shishiba or Sakamoto saw him now, they will award him for talking the least sentence in a day as he usually talks their ears off.
as the night turns colder, Nagumo was on his last cigarette. he light it up, head as hazy as the night. he can't differentiate the smoke from his cigarette and the night fog. he mumbled âone last puffâŠâ as he ihale it and turn off the cigarette. he got up, picks up the shot glass and empty bottle, and turns away.
âsee you next year, Akao.â
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NAGUMO YOICHI in a black tank top with tattooed biceps showing can kill me any way he pleases.
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12 DAYS and 20 HOURS WITHOUT YOU w/c: 5.1k - ; NAGUMO YOICHI x F!READER
âá° heâs a nuisance & you should be glad to be rid of him⊠so why does your heart ache for him so much? OR the part two in which you finally address your feelings for your hanger on ex.
àż ! warnings â porn WITH plot, MINORS DNI, piv, very explicit smut, unprotected sex (wrap up ppl), cunnilingus, fingering, female reader, nagumo is sexy and you will fall in love so pls keep that in mind.
/ note. i should be revising for my exams but instead i wrote this for a man who is severely underrated. itâs gonna be a nagumo fall. enjoy this anywho :P (ps. can be read as a standalone fic)!!
13 days. thatâs how long it had been since you had seen nagumo. youâd be lying if you said it wasnât eating you up inside.
after your small spat (if you could even call it that) you wrongfully assumed heâd be somewhere in your bedroom the next day when you hadnât seen him on your couch. you were just about ready to scold him for having his feet all over your satin pillowcases.
only when you trudged upstairs, your bedroom was exactly how you left it. the door ajar, a small breeze from the window. pillows not askew. your sleepy kitten lounging on the covers.
at first, you considered yourself relieved. âgood riddance,â you grumbled to yourself, falling atop the blankets and sighing, hands brushing at your pet. the chirp of the cicadas eats at your eardrums. has your home always been this quiet?
âwhatever. knowing that idiot, heâll be back in a day or two⊠now what to doâŠâ
unfortunately for you, nagumoâs unprecedented drop ins had become part of your daily routine. you donât become aware of the fact until itâs been exactly 4 days and he still hasnât shown his face. it had already struck you as odd on the second day, let alone the fourth.
âwhy do you even care?â you ask yourself, standing under the hum of a sweltering shower. why do you care that your ex hasnât come around to lounge in your home and bother you? in fact, isnât this a good thing? the first few times it happened, you were irritated beyond belief - telling the man to get lost, locking your windows and doors only for nagumo to show up despite your barrage of insults, whether thatâd be in your kitchen or on your couch or even in the shower (the image of seeing a naked nagumo after all this time was truly something, though youâd never admit it to his face, instead opting to throw a hard bar of soap at him and to which you then had to tend to his aching back after he so called âwept in pain.â) so why did he now decide to just ghost you?
âtypical,â is all you can think, drying your hair off, eyes lingering on the razor he left on top of the toilet.
day five comes around. a good day at work with a cute man asking you out renders nagumo forgettable. youâre glad your brain decides itâs high time to forget about him. day six, seven, eight, nine. itâs extremely bearable. you start to see him in your dreams on the seventh day - exactly a week since he just up and left. âthatâs normal,â you muse. you dream about people that arenât in your life all the time. heâs no different.
the night of day ten falls. youâre incredibly exhausted, and youâre regretting making plans on saturday with that somewhat attractive man who works across the street. âitâs no biggie. itâs just one day till the weekend and i can cancel.â
youâre nodding off into your dinner. the warm smell of char siu and noodles doesnât do much to keep you awake.
then you see him. dark brown eyes and a goofy smile to match. it makes you jump so hard you spill half the content of your meal down your shirt. nobodyâs there. your cat sits at the leg of your chair, licking the sodden mess off of the ground.
the gravity of the situation dawns on you. you really really miss nagumo.
á° á° á° á° á°
day eleven comes and goes and the twelfth drags, as do most fridays. that guy who asked you out the other day offers to drop you home when youâre standing outside. itâs warm out and you think a walk would be good for your head. you donât decline his offer.
the man asks about you and confirms the details of your excursion, and you politely affirm, answering all his questions and asking them back just the same. âheâs not much of a talker,â you think. youâre not used to that.
by the time youâre home, you just want to pass out. you look around your kitchen, living room - heck, even the bathroom for safe measure, just in case you-know-who decided to drop by. the sound of metal clattering has you running to your bedroom, ventricles pumped. not that you cared⊠youâd act super cool and nonchalant if when nagumo drops by again. itâs all in vain, anyway. it was just your cat jumping onto your vanity. you shoo her away. your heart falls like a crescendo from loony tunes.
who exactly were you kidding? you had long dropped the facade that your heart wasnât yearning for the idiot, and you wonder how heâs doing when you settle into bed. it would be unlike him to die in an unforeseeable accident, and he would never succumb to a death on the job. another looming realisation dawns on you.
heâs ignoring you.
you groan into your pillow. itâs not like you could really call him (you totally could, and itâs not because you noted down the digits of two of his burner phones, definitely not) without outing yourself. donât forget the phone works two ways. forget it. you have a date tomorrow.
saturday comes. you get up relatively early. (un)fortunately for you, itâs a miserable day out, contrasting the beautiful weekdays that had passed.
your date texts you in teasing and sweet fashion and the pre-typed out message that consists of grovelling, apologies and more grovelling sits at your fingertips. fuck it. you canât stay wound up over a man who probably didnât want you in the first place.
you get ready very early, and you stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror, all done up in a silk to do and the accessories to match. itâs been a while since youâve had a proper date. a few flings here and there, sure, but this seemed real. like a sure thing. similar to whenâŠ
!creaakkk!
your cat meowing and dropping things around in your bedroom has you standing up right, casting aside your lipgloss and running to shoo her away.
âhonestly, ponyo, youâre such a drama queen-â
the words die on your tongue at the sight before you. nagumo sits at the edge of your bed, kitten fidgeting in his arms. he looks you up and down, and then he sends you an earth shattering smile, eyes crinkled.
âhey stranger. long time no see!â
your mouth opens and closes as he gets up, and ponyo leaps up and away when he places her on the ground.
âdo you think she missed me? i think so. with the stuff you feed her, itâs inevitable-â
âare you serious?!â is all you can say, exasperated, gasping. nagumoâs eyes widen, and he sheepishly scratches the back of his head.
âdonât tell me youâre still mad at me? donât make me get down on my knees and beg because-â the man gets cut off again as you all but throw your arms around his frame, face in his shirt, a little shaky. if nagumo feels the wobble of your body, he doesnât mention it and a hand comes to rest at the small of your back.
âso can i assume that youâre not mad at me anymore?â you shake your head, and nagumo chuckles, nose pressed into your hair.
âi wasnât mad at you,â you say, muffled into his shirt.
âoh? tell me more,â and you move your face slightly so your cheek is smushed against his shirt, eyes pointed away from him. though, you can already feel the expectant smile on the corner of his lips and you want to slap him. kiss him? both.
âi was mad at myself. and i was going to apologise for what i said but you basically ghosted me⊠for almost three weeks.â
itâs quiet for a moment until the man laughs, guffaws even and it emanates through his chest. you huff and step away from him, back turned away.
âok, itâs not that funny. you can stop laughing now!â
âsorry, sorry. iâm done, i promise.â nagumo walks from behind you to step into your line of sight. âand technically, itâs only been⊠i wanna say 12 days and 20 hours.â
you deadpan. then you roll your eyes. âyou were counting?! youâre unbelievable!â and he just pouts at you. eyes wide and shiny. you donât admit to him that youâve also been doing the same. that dayâll come.
âi mean, i wouldâve come around sooner buttt! contrary to popular belief, iâm not so socially inept to not give you space. although, i was starting to think you were replacing me with that loser at that law firm. i want to say his name is hajime-â
âokay, not even close-â
âand what kind of idiot takes their woman out to a sushi bar on the first date. and he drives a toyota camri. heâs lame.â
ââŠfirst of all, iâm not his woman. how did you know i was going on a date tonight? and how do you even know what car he drives?â
ââŠletâs not sweat the details. that dress is new, right? havenât seen it before. looks beautiful on you-â
âso not only were you spying on me but you were ignoring me?!â you fist the man by the collar of his coat and you just loll your head onto his chest. âwere you always this crazy when we dated?â you hum and he laughs again. like he knows youâre addicted to the sound and how it makes your tummy ignite into something worse than flames. his hands find their way into his pocket and he shrugs.
âprobably. but you liked it.â you donât bother to contend. nagumo grabs you by the wrists, and takes a good look at you. his deep eyes follow the sliver of gold against your collarbones, all the way down to the hemming of your dress. it makes you feel hot under your heart shaped neckline.
âlike the dress. like it a lot. wouldnât waste it on some shitty sushi and cheap sake, though.â
âwell itâs not you taking me out tonight though, is it? itâsâŠâ you think for a second. you can feel the laughter blooming in his chest and you try to fight your way out of his grasp, though itâs in vain. nagumo laughs so hard that the pout on your face starts to pop into a smile and itâs infectious enough that you laugh too.
when the laughter inevitably dies down, you and the dark haired man share a look that you encompasses all the thoughts and emotions that have been swimming in your head the past long few days. heâs still holding you by the wrists, your fingers crinkling against the loose material of his shirt.
nagumo says your name, more so to himself as his tattooed hands stay wrapped from the width of your jewellery clad wrists down to your forearms.
âyouâre being awfully touchy to a woman whoâs supposed to being out on a date in a few hours,â you say, just above a whisper.
he hums at that, pulling you in further by the elbows. âi guess youâre right. you could always tell me to go away, though. wouldnât be the first time.â
you groan audibly and he shoots you another grin that climbs its way into the wrinkles of your brain. âwhat do i have to do for you to not bring that up? and donât make me get on my knees and beg-â
âdamn, that was my first choice too!â you roll your eyes. heâs still holding you. your palms are flat against his chest. âi suppose i could call it even ifâŠâ nagumo pretends to ponder for a moment. you try to shove him with as much power as you can on the man.
âif you donât just come out with it-â
âkiss me.â
the speed at which your eyebrows almost shoot into your hairline is unprecedented. you try to read his face for any sign of playful unfairness, but youâve known him long enough to read the softness of his eyes.
your hands fist at his shirt again and itâs your turn to laugh at him, head thrown back. he pouts in response.
âyouâre unbelievable,â and before he can retort, you lean up on your tip toes to do as he asked. heâs exactly how you remember, all those years ago. warm, sweet, slightly intoxicating. the sigh you release is shaky and he swallows it whole. the width of his palms immediately let go of your arms and find purchase on your waist and your hands travel all the same, resting on the planes of his face and neck.
the kiss is over before it started and you donât even get a chance to breathe before nagumo is back on you, pulling you in by the hips, tongue slipping in comfortably like youâve always been this way. and you give in, your body adapting to years old muscle memory. itâs like youâre almost a decade younger all over again, and your brain turns to mush when nagumo gropes you, grabbing all the parts he can to get impossibly closer to you.
you almost donât notice the way he throws off his coat. and the fact that heâs trying to get you onto the bed. almost.
you protest in a breathy whine, breaking apart from locking lips. âwe-i canât. my date-â
âsucks. he sucks. iâll take you wherever you want. buy you everything you want. just let me have you.â
youâre too out of it to even give a snarky answer, grabbing nagumo by the neck and pressing your lips to his own once more. he grunts, lightly pushing you both down onto the pillows.
he breaks apart from the kiss to lave more around your jaw, with one heavy hand resting on your cheek while he bruises on your neck, clavicle and the top of your breasts, all heavy and imposing. you writhe in his touch, and you canât help the fact that your thighs start to rub against each other to soothe the heat arising in your core.
as perceptive as ever, nagumo quickly notices and makes fast work of placing his leg between your own, and you canât help but breathe out a winded âyoichi.â
he groans, smirking against your collarbone. âmissed hearing you say that.â
you huff, pushing his hands down the curves of your body. âdonât push your luck, nagumo.â
he chuckles, unfazed, and smooth, deft fingers climb under the hem of your satiny dress. he hikes your dress high enough to see a flash of damp cotton panties.
he presses a digit against your clothed clit and you canât control the way your head falls against your pillows, mouth falling open as you whine out his name again.
nagumo halts all movement though, pushing himself backwards to lean further onto his knees off the bed. you practically jump up, confused and stupidly horny.
âstrip for me.â
you narrow your eyes. he shoots you a saccharine smile, and you donât bother to banter with him, getting on your haunches and pulling down a thin strap on either arm, and shimmying out of the garment. you can tell by the elated shock in nagumoâs eyes that he hadnât expected you to comply but you throw the dress in his face, and he shakes it off faster than you can adjust yourself on top of the bed covers. heâs already crowding over you, face mere centimetres away.
âsorry, you canât be the only one having your fun,â you tease, leaning up to kiss his nose and itâs his turn to not take your bait, but maybe itâs because heâs too enamoured at the sight of your naked body after all this time. a tattooed hand reaches up to grab a handful of your boob, pinching slightly at your nipple and the other makes it descent down to the hemming of your panties. his fingertips dip into the front, pushing the material to the side and he groans when he can see the way your pussy clenches over nothing.
âyouâre so pretty,â he sighs, and you watch the way he touches you, featherlight and it has you writhing, inching closer to feel more of his touch.
âpatience, baby.â nagumo throws off his shirt, and you take in the expanse of his never ending tattoos. your hand reaches up to touch the one on his stomach and he smirks, albeit warm and slightly teasing.
âgot a few new ones a couple months back,â he all but whispers and you hum.
âi like them,â you state, matter of factly and he pushes your hand away to lay on his stomach between your legs.
nagumoâs face presses into your belly, and you push a few fingers into the dense strands of his hair. he kisses you at the belly button, paving a wet path down to your moist underwear.
he noisily smooches on your panty clad clit and you wordlessly protest in embarrassment, groaning and whining while he smiles against you. though, youâre quick to stop complaining when he pushes your panties to the side and breathes you in, kissing your uncovered pubis. now youâre frantically trying to push him away instead.
âyouâre so shameless,â you fuss and nagumo doesnât say anything. he only pushes your legs further apart to accommodate him.
âcan i eat you out?â he asks and you raise a brow, face flushing. he shrugs, âi wanna hear you say it.â
you want to insult him for trying to fluster you in his own weird way but youâre also stupidly, ridiculously turned on right now that you canât be bothered to play this cat and mouse game.
your hands cover your face and you mumble ever so quietly, verbatim: âplease eat me out.â
âcanât hear you, sweetheart. come on, you canât possibly be acting all shy. my face is literally in your-â
âjust please eat me out!â you say, exasperated and incensed by the burning desire to have his mouth on you.
nagumo doesnât mess with you any further but he canât help the snicker that escapes him. youâre also ready to call him names and berate him, unfortunately being the hot head that you are, but itâs a useless act because nagumo already has your pants down your legs and strewn across the room somewhere, and heâs immediately pressing a sloppy, wet kiss on your love button.
a strangled âyoichi!â escapes from your throat and youâre already helplessly weaving between the strands of his black hair. it only goads him on further, and your head struggles to keep itself up when he thumbs at the hood of your clit, lifting it up to suck at the bundle of nerves. you become one with the plush pillows beneath you once again.
nagumoâs tongue soothes and pokes around, sucking and kissing at all the sensitive parts of your flower. he lifts one leg up higher to allow him more access, and you lock your fingers on top of his hand that grips ardently at the tender skin of your thigh. you have no time to react when you feel two fingers press into your cunt hole, and you chant his name like a mantra, gasping and almost tearful from the way he feels.
you can feel his dark brown eyes on you, and he stops tasting you to bite your inner thigh. you yelp, and he lulls over where he indented you with his teeth.
âyouâre close, right? want you to look at me when you cum,â is all he says, and you donât get to reply when heâs back sucking your pearl into his mouth, pressing his fingers against a certain spot inside you that has your legs trying to close in on themselves around his head.
âf-fuck, âichi, iâm gonna cum,â you moan, and per his request, your eyes stay on his own, and you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth, the applied pressure stopping you from falling back and losing it.
âsay my name like that again,â he groans, and you donât fail to notice the way he grinds against the bed ever so slightly. âcome on, baby, youâre almost there-â
âhnngh, fuck, right there âichi, âm cumming-,â you gasp and a flash of white behind your eyes renders you temporarily paralytic, eyebrows furrowed and mouth opened in an âoâ, and the grip on nagumoâs hair tightens. he keeps a firm hand on your thigh, and your heart would burst at the romantic gesture of him interlocking your fingers together at literally any other time, but he doesnât stop his assault on the spongey spot inside you until you go limp and you practically have to pry the man off of you.
nagumoâs no sadist (to you, at certain times) so he stops, pulling back and watching the way your chest heaves and the way you glisten between your upper thighs. you donât register that heâs next to you again until you feel nimble fingers touching on your lower belly. you open your eyes to look at him, and the full blown lust in his eyes makes you choke a little bit.
you grab his hand off your stomach to kiss his fingertips, and then youâre clambering on top of him, palms splayed against his decorated chest. you feel the thickness of his hard cock pressed against your wet core, and you grind against the strained material of his trousers. nagumo grunts, head falling back slightly as he immediately finds purchase on your ass.
âyouâre hard,â you assert, and he laughs a little breathlessly and it breaks off into a moan when you press down on him a little harder.
âi guess i am,â he rustles, squeezing your lower curves to push you against his stiffness. âyou should let me put it in.â
âoh? is that so?â you say, taunting the man as you slide up and down his neglected cock thatâs begging to be released from its confines.
âyeah⊠wanna fuck you, baby.â nagumoâs all heavy eyelids and suave lips as he gazes up at you, hands all touching all over you. youâre heating up from his languid touches, and youâre cursing yourself for already being so raring to go after he ate you to his heartâs content.
âokay,â is all you say, and you shimmy backwards to undo the manâs bottoms, unbuttoning his pants and helping him kick them off till heâs left in tight gray boxer briefs. your eyes find the damp patch on the front of his shorts, and you softly finger the head of his cock through the cloth. nagumo grunts, sighing your name when you waste no time pulling down his underwear to reveal him in all his glory.
âdidnât that hurt?â you wonder out loud, more to yourself if anything, and nagumo realises youâre referring to the tattoo above his pelvis, only shy of the dark trail that nests above his erection. he places a hand over your wandering one and he chuckles.
âa little. nothing i canât handle.â you make a noise of something, and you lean down to kiss him very gently and so very close to where he wants. nagumo groans, and he reaches down to pet your hair.
âanother time,â you wink, biting your lip. nagumo smiles, raising a brow and he looks like he wants to ask you what you mean but youâre ahead of the curve and youâre settling back up on his lower body, your soaked heat brushing and sliding against his cock. heâs putty after that, head in the clouds as he feels the drench of your lips rub against the hardness of his cock.
âtell me you want it,â you say, and you stop looking down to where youâre almost conjoined to meet nagumoâs eyes; his face contorted to something readable only to you. âor, you know, you could just cum like this.â
nagumo moans at that, and he sets a heavy handed grab on your ass. âdonât remember you being such a tease, baby, sh-shit.â
you croon at his words. you donât stop the ministrations of your grinding and the raven haired man beneath you barely puts out until the slick of your cunt hole catches the mushroom shaped tip of his cock.
âfuck, i want it, baby, want you to cream on me-â and you donât let him finish his vulgarity because you grab him at the base of his cock and settle yourself right on top of him, inch by inch.
nagumo hisses, and his iron grip on your hips doesnât subside until heâs all the way inside you. you both simultaneously moan in relief when heâs by the hilt, and you can practically feel him all the way in your throat.
âfucking missed this so much,â he keens, and you feel him raise his knees to accommodate to you better. you slowly get the rhythm going, grinding and gently bouncing on his dick and youâre delirious at the way his pubic hair brushes against your swollen clit, and how you can feel the slap of his weighted balls against your ass.
nagumo plants his feet on the bed, refusing to loosen his grip on you and you canât even bring yourself to care about the bruises thatâll stay depressed into your skin. you move one of his number decorated hands to grab at your chest, which he complies with and the other stabilises you against him so that he can thrust into you at a steady pace.
âso, so good,â you whine, almost falling forward by the jolt of nagumoâs body. you plant both arms on either side of his head, tits bouncing in his face, going back and forth against his open mouth that tries to catch a pebbling nipple.
taunting words leave his mouth as he watches you try to keep up. âfeel good, baby? shit. tell me how it feels, y-yeah? you like it when i fuck you like this, huh?â
you clench around him tighter. âhnnngh, so fuc-fucking good, âichi.â
you lean down on your elbows, and while he bucks up into you, his eyes donât stray, and when your lips follow the sharp lines of his jaw and press on his jugular, nagumo angles his head so you can sloppy kiss him on the mouth.
itâs like that for a few moments until he stops to throw you off of him, and youâre ready to whine and complain, but heâs already on you again, this time on top.
âgotta take my time with you,â he breathes, and he finds a new position, this time pulling your left leg over his shoulder and spreading the right one to fit around his hips.
âis that code for you were gonna cum too fast?â you giggle, and nagumo doesnât grace your playful ribbing because he slips back into you and your once teasing laughter breaks off into a deep moan of pleasure.
âdonât make fun of me,â he says, feeding his cock into you at an achingly slow rate, âhurts my feelings.â and you want to call him embarrassing and silly, you really do, but your heart is on your tongue and nagumo overcrowds every part of your senses.
nagumo leans over you, and grinds himself inside your compact walls. his face is in the crook of your neck and he teethes at the tender skin. you throw a callous hand in hand to satiate the hunger in your belly.
the unrelenting pace in which he fucks you is downright insane: all you can think about is him, all you can smell and taste is him. when you open your eyes, heâs looking down at you, holding and stretching you open, spitting not-so-sweet nothings at you. you worship him all the same, crying out his name, begging him to take you harder and faster, nails raking across the width of his back.
âyouâre s-so, hah, shit, youâre so gorgeous,â he moans, ânot gonna last, f-fuck.â
youâre almost there, teetering on the finish line, so nagumo ever so slightly adjusts his position, and he presses his cock head against that point inside you. youâre weightless in his hold, writhing when he reaches down to rub taut circles against your puffy pearl. itâs enough to make you sob, gasp and cry out a throaty ââichi!â, back arching, toes curling.
nagumo takes a hardened nipple into his mouth, bruising against the creamy flesh of your tits. his speed and movement becomes sloppy, rushing to the edge, the echoes of skin slapping against each other. your tearful face and your short winded begging (âcum inside me, yoichiâ and âwant you to fill me upâ) in the midst of your intra-climatic hue are enough to get him to empty out hot inside of you, his eyebrows furrowed and an o-shape taking over the soft shine of his mouth.
you pull yourself up by the hand on the back of his scruff to kiss him wetly, tongue and all and he takes it, moaning and cursing out your name while pushing his seed deep inside you.
itâs quiet except for mingling, heavy breaths and the creak of your bed when nagumo falls on top of you. you squeak in protest, trying to push the lug of a man off.
âget off me you big idiot!â you squeal, and you feel his body shaking while heâs closed in on you.
âyouâre nice and warm,â he sighs, âthink i could stay like this for a good, couple of hours.â
you scoff. your hand reaches up to pet at his damp hair. nagumo smiles against your clavicle.
âdo you think i still have time to go on that date?â you say, all forlorn and nagumoâs head shoots up, in which you laugh at the way his face contorts. he grumbles, and he eases out of you slowly. you hiss, but the grin on your face stays all the same.
âyou think youâre so funny,â nagumo dryly contends and you sit up, kissing him on the nose.
âwhat can i say? learnt from the best,â you reply, just to the point where only he can hear you.
you think heâs so ridiculously easy (you wonât ever tell him that) when he returns your grin, and grabs your face to kiss you, all over you cheeks and lips.
âdamn right, baby, damn right.â
EXTRA, EXTRA - read all about it:
âby the way, what did you mean when you said i owed you one?â
nagumo pulls his head from your chest, tv blaring and illuminating his puzzled, adorable expression, a piece of popcorn dangling from his mouth. his face turns blank as he ponders. then itâs like a lightbulb switches on above his head.
âoh, i fed ponyo and let her out onto the balcony but that old man saw me and i convinced him that he was seeing things so he wouldnât call the cops⊠youâre welcome!â
âyou did WHAT?!â
àż ! â all rights reserved © MOOMINSUKI 2024. please do not copy, translate, repost nor recommend my work outside of tumblr. this is strictly prohibited.
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| HIGH IN LOW PLACES + natsuki seba & yoichi nagumo.
+cw. â fem!reader, headcanon + scenarios format, canon typical themes and elements, mention of alcohol and drinking,ex.plicit smut{ mention ofunprotected, oral acts }, slight angst and fluff.
+wc. â 2k.
+syn.â how do they generally spend their off day ? Is it any different when you're with them?
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⊠natsuki seba :Â
The sun has not even kissed the horizon yet. It is still afternoon. Natsuki was busy building one of his work-in-progress weapons as usual even though it was an off day. The JCC is not exactly asleep but is surely a little doused today. JCC never sleeps. You are in his dorm room, waiting for him to finish his work at least to a certain stage and then have lunch with you but you doubt he is barely aware of what time it is. You are not exactly hungry, at least not for those wet soggy noodles but you do miss him even though he is right in front of you. There are times when you have to feed him lunch so that he can keep working. The dorm room is small for two but given the habits of you two, it always works out, somehow. You sleep when he is working while he sleeps when you are busy or out to get something. But currently, sleep is nowhere to be found at the banks of your eyes.
âNatsu, come eat with me,â
Seba turns his head at first and gives you a look; a look that clearly states: âAre you mad?â Do you know how ridiculous you sound? His eyebrows grow closer while his lips pucker forming a pout and then he goes back to working again. He is mocking you. He is working while you sit idle and flip through a porn magazine from his collection. Itâs funny because the porn magazine is not his. It is from Shin. He was just looking out for him. Shin thought it was highly uncanny how a guy could make weapons all day and night, and be obsessed with something so odd that one forgets to masturbate. Doesnât even have the urge? Or better does his curious side not think about such self-pleasurable prospects? Well, what would Shin know?
âNatsu, come eat me out,âÂ
At first, he looks up from the device he was working on and then spares a glance at you.
You make yourself busy flipping through the pages of that lewd magazine. He is staring. You can feel it.
He goes back to work again but a second later he puts the miniature parts from his hand beside the device and turns his chair towards you rubbing his chin as his elbow stands on the hand-rest of the chair. He is considering it. Holy Shit. You did not mean that.
âReally? Can I?â There is a thin layer of sneer laced underneath his voice.
You closed the magazine and stood up, keeping it on his table. He looks at the cover and a chuckle escapes from his chest probably remembering how he got it or why you ordered him to eat you out; not that he would mind . . . his eyes are back on you again. âNow that Iâve your attention. Finish your lunch and then work on your project.â
âIâm going out to meet someone,â You try to leave but he grabs your wrist pulling you back in front of the bed.Â
âYou're lying.â he snorts out a chuckle.
âYou know,â Natsuki gets up and takes slow steps towards you as you back away cornering you as he still holds your hand. âeating you out . . . that might just be the thing I need to finish my project.â
Wait. what?
Before you can ask anything he just puts you on his shoulders, walks to the bed throwing you on the mattress. For someone who is a weapon engineer, who does not spend time on fieldwork he sure has a lot of strength.
âI didnât mean it. I just wanted to get your attention thatâs all.â you try to protest but it does not faze him, not even a little.
âWell you did a good job.â Grabbing your ankles he pulls you towards the edge of the bed before getting on his knees. He points to the cup noodles. âAnd, iâm not eating that.â
He pulls down your panties and shorts simultaneously. You do not stop him because you crave him as much as he needs this to de-stress or thatâs how he would put it. Spreading your legs he places a trail of tender kisses along your thighs threatening your sanity, threatening the urge to push him away but you simply do not want to do that. You want this: him worshipping you like he used to. The moment his lips graze your entrance you arch back, hands resting on the mattress and crumpling the sheets as Seba gets more devoted to the cause. You put one of your legs over his shoulders as he buries his face deeper inclining his face a little to lap his tongue against your pussy lips. You bite your lower lip roughly before a whisper of words comes out of your mouth, âYa know, you should return those magazines to Shin,â
âWhat?â he asks; nose glistening with your arousal, wet lips, cherry cheeks, and excited eyes. A curvature appears along your lips as you run your fingers through his hair and tug at it revealing his forehead forcing his eyes to close just for a second. He is still waiting for your response.Â
âNothing. Get to work,â you say and he listens to it like a good boy.
⊠yoichi nagumo.
âIs it that tasty?â Nagumo asks drinking an o-choko full of sake from your share. His face distorts feeling the strong fizziness. âHow can you drink this?â his voice spikes up as he gulps it down. He hates it, hates this, that how you on every weekend would to go Sakamoto stores and buy liquor to drink out your misery. What a waste! He does not understand why you would spend your weekends drinking, especially when he is here. Sakamoto would often tell you to stop drinking but whatâs the point? You nod like a good girl, buy some cup noodles and chips and after the store closes Shin arrives with the booze. Shin is knocked out on the floor already. But he is still keeping up with you not that he enjoys it but he is looking for an opportunity to make you stop and in that process, he ended up taking a few shots. He hates it, he hates this. He hates how you make drinks. It stings on his tongue. This is not because he wants to spend his off day with you. He rarely gets a day off and he can not go that to waste, can he now?
âWanna fuck?â
You look at him with heavy eyes and a flustered face for a few seconds. âNo.â
He is stone-cold sober. He is not even that drunk, to begin with. You are. You are still so dizzy and slumber threatening your eyes but you force them open divulging, âToo much work.â Ah! The slur. The slur in your voice. His head tilts as a smile breaks on his face like a plague.
âIâll do the work.â Nagumo insists. âAll of it.â His voice is low, slow. He wants to get through to you. âIâll make you feel so good.â He does not want you to dismiss his words as just a drunken haze or something like that. He is already neck-deep in guilt for being unable to give as much time he wants, as much as the time you demand and crave from him. He can not sabotage your security but he would not deny that he likes meeting with you in secret; gives him some sort of thrill he thinks. âI promise,â he mumbly adds.
But he does not want to overdo it or wear you out. He canât. He wonât. He is a good when he is with you. âWoah, careful.â
After moving the bottles and cups aside, now you are all on your fours crawling towards him like a cat. He can see your boobs, the nipplesâ everything. Wait, is that his tank top? He must have left it when he came to you here last time. He canât remember when but he remembers he lost that one black tank top.
As you reach, your face inches away from him you lean for a kiss but he sways away. It instantly ruins your mood. He is smirking now as you are pouting. It turns into a snort. âShinâs still here,â He points at the boy sleeping on the couch. You glance at the boy and then look at Nagumo. He is confused. You are impatient. Fuck it.
You hold on to his shoulders trying to get into his lap, legs sprawled apart and as you make yourself comfortable your legs get clamped around his waist. He does not lose his balance but rather helps you with it.
âBabe, Shinâs still here,â Nagumo repeats making you remember.
âDonât care,â you shout and Nagumo covers your mouth with his palm while his index finger stills over his lips shushing you. You nod. It seems he got through to you.
You do not allow him to dodge him anymore.
You lean into his hand that is still over your mouth, nuzzling against his palm. He shoves his fingers into your hair, his index finger grazing behind your ears igniting your skin with goosebumps. His thumb roughly stretches across your bottom lip before you kiss the tip of it but he swats his hand away before you could suck on it; grabbing his other arm and you slide it under the blacktop. Nagumo does not squeeze your boobs. Not yet. He does not want to do it, not like this. Last time, both of you were sober and now both of you are drunk: you on alcohol and him on you. You buck your hips trying to get closer to him.Â
âGod Nagumo, why are you being like this? You said you'd do all the work. . .â
because it's amusing. The fact that you are scolding him with a whispering tone is making him tremble in mirth. He is barely holding it; you are frustrated, drunk, and horny. God! What is he going to do with you? Can he really hold himself back? Maybe he should not have proposed the idea in the first place. His hands are stretched, settled on the floor as he watches you: intently, nervously.
âKiss me.â
And your lips instantly dance against his in a frenzy yet his hands are still on the floor. Even in this state, you manage to unbuckle his belt with one hand as the other works on the buttons of his shirt. It turns him on how swift you are too. You would be very skilled in his line of work. Maybe you are, too skilled that he did not even notice. Nah! you can't be a spy.
âPut it inâ you command this time breaking the kiss. Nagumo was just starting to get to the good part of the kiss only to get deprived of it. He does not waste a second to abide by your said words. If he did, he might have to walk out thinking out the possibilities of how odd it was for a first meeting with you.
Strong hands against the plush of your hip as he adjusts his cock to your entrance. He pushes aside your panty before rubbing it against your entrance. Your hands squeeze the muscles of his shoulders.
âWithout . . . condom?â
So, is that why he was delaying it? You thought he didn't want this but mentioned it for the sake of pity and now he is trying to get on your nerves to wake Shin up.
Your brain freezes after such a flow of info. You give him a nod.
Nagumo swallows before his cock goes inside without rubber. It's electric: the feeling of your flesh around his.
âTake me to that room,â you gasp out the words.
âWhat?â
âI said what I said.â
You become so handful when drunk not that he minds. He takes you to the room kicking back the door behind you to close before crashing onto the bed.
The next morning Shin has to buy a pair of black trousers for Nagumo and he does it without even questioning. He really does not wanna know what happened after he took you inside the room.
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SAKAMOTO DAYS - âOnce, there was a hitman who was considered the greatest of all timeâŠâ
#sakamoto days#sakadays#taro sakamoto#shin asakura#asakura shin#sakamoto tarou#tarou sakamoto#heisuke mashimo#mashimo heisuke#lu xiaotang#akao akira#akira akao#nagumo yoichi#sakamoto days nagumo#nagumo sakamoto days#shishiba#osaragi#the order#seba natsuki#natsuki seba#sakamoto days shishiba#sakamoto days spoilers#sakamoto days manga#sakamoto days anime#sakamoto days osaragi#kei uzuki#sakamoto aoi#aoi sakamoto#sakamoto holidays#mafuyu seba
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nagumo & gaku !!
â (clean by _sneez__ on twt)
#nagumo yoichi#gaku#gaku sakamoto days#sakamoto days#sakadays#just one more color.. these were fun to do!!#dazaiâs canvas đ«§
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can nagumo forsake all prudence and bring back his whorish lack of modesty please
#sakadays#though the covered ankles are meretricious if you think about it#sakamoto days#nagumo#nagumo yoichi#nagumo sakamoto days
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If I had a nickel for everytime I read a Shonen jump manga that had a trio of two dudes who each have white and black hair and one of them wears their hair up in a bun while thereâs also a girl whoâs the more mature one in the group that smokes a lot .. I would have two nickels
Huh
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#sss trio#sashisu#sakamoto days#sakadays#rion akao#akao rion#nagumo sakamoto days#sakamoto days nagumo#Nagumo#sakamoto tarou#taro sakamoto#ieri shoko#gojo satoru#geto suguru#nagumo yoichi#yoichi nagumo
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Nagumo is the type to smile while you talk to other guys but deep down is boiling with jealousy
nagumo leans casually against the wall, his usual playful smile plastered on his face as he watches you from a distance then his laughter joins in, though it doesnât reach his eyes. he just laughs and smiles and jokes, really
inside, he's boiling with jealousy, a tight knot forming in his stomach. his hands clench into fists, hidden from view in his pockets, and his jaw tightens ever so slightly. he wants to stride over, wrap an arm around you, and make it clear that you're his, but he doesn't. instead, he maintains his carefree façade, the charming smile never wavering
each time you laugh, it feels like a dagger twisting in his heart. he hates feeling this way; jealousy isnât something heâs accustomed to. but seeing you so animated with someone else makes it impossible to ignore the possessive streak within him. "making new friends, huh?" speaking out his jealousy in the most subtle way he can
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post ch 173 bday party ((he's sad and alone))
#sakadays nagumo#sakadays#skdys#sakadays fanart#sakamoto days fanart#nagumo yoichi#sakamoto days nagumo#nagumo
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There's something so sexy about NAGUMO YOICHI's nape.
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several days of sakamoto
#spring semester beating my ass and its not midterms yet#does not mean i dont have time for the sakamoGOAT 100 emoji flames emoji#he breaking hearts everywhere with his peculiar guy swag#what he has to say on the matter: my what?#egg art#sakamoto days#sakadays#taro sakamoto#rion akao#nagumo#shin asakura#akira akao#sorry for that last comic (im lying)
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i have nagumo brain rot
#fanart#art#illustration#sakamoto days#nagumo yoichi#nagumo sakamoto days#i love sakadays you guys should read it!#nagumo's tattoos...i love them
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putting some color on his clothes
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