#sakamoto x reader

[gamblersdoll]

hmmmm thinking about singledad! sakamoto who moves in next to a younger neighbor, shes so much younger— you had to at least be in your late twenties and technically just came out of college not too long ago.

but it becomes a pretty friendly relationship, both of you occasionally going out for dinner or lunch every other friday— he set that up, wanting to at least see you a bit.

“how have you been?” he deeply asks, glasses hiding his eyes and he takes a bite out of the medium rare steak. he doesn’t necessarily look at you, because he knows how you look.

beautiful.

“well, work is okay, people are just… people.” you sigh, hairs raising on your neck and arms from the cool chill in the restaurant. “i got some new tumblers yesterday, oh! and i got a new dress, i havent tried it on yet— then i got a bit of commission from work..” you rambled on, and on, and on, and on… luckily he had enough patience to listen to you for so long— because not many would pay attention.

he nods when you speak, however. keeping to himself was easy, socializing was another chore for him.. but he didnt mind it with you.

that was way before you both had a little too much to drink when you met back at your cute little condo, his hands gripping tight when he grazed your thighs. “ ‘m not too heavy, am i?” he sloppily asks, open mouth kissing on your stomach.

“mm mm.” you grunt, hands on his shoulders when he suckles on a sensitive nipple. “easy— easy.. their kinda sensitive today.. “ you mumble, feeling the suction of his mouth soften.

“that better?” he asks, a large hand on your belly and it makes you slowly dumber. “easy, girl..” he chuckles, hands gravitating to your hips. “want to do something for me, sweetheart?” he asks, seeing how eager you nod.

blindfolds werent always your thing— but, some men and women earned the privilege of it. especially when they take you to dinner and you know theyd kiss the ground you walked on. everything had went dark, but you felt his breath on your skin.

“mr.. sakamoto?” you mumble, somewhat nervous but trusting of the man. “yer still here.. right?”

“of course; wouldnt leave you like this..” he replied back, you feel a strong dip in the bed, and then something warm on your stomach. “stay still, or youll be even messier.” you now questioned what this man was doing, because you couldnt tell— nor smell what it was. “there you go.” he chuckles, tossing whatever it was to the side and everything gets quiet again.. “be very still, okay?”

you nod, feeling his hot breath back on your soft tummy and his even hotter muscle. you jump a little bit, getting a reassuring ‘mm—mm..’ from him. “what is that?” you giggle with a whine. “its warm and it feels thick—“

“youll find out.” he holds you, still and eager for you as much as you were for him. “makes you taste even sweeter than i bet you are.” he growls with a guttural throat, licking all the way up to your breasts.

“what was that even supposed to be?” you lie in the bed, blankets covering you up until he slowly takes them off, a warm rag dipping against your stomach. “was it like an edible lube or massage oil?”

his face somewhat turns red, a crack in his glasses with a quick shaking of his head. “then what?”

“.. would you be disgusted if i said chocolate?”

[isenkus]

if ngm’s a boob guy what abt the other skd men .. asking for a friend (cough especially gaku and natsuki)

TITS ASS OR THIGHS: SAKADAYS MEN

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ warnings for mature content, minors do not interact. mentions of sex, hickeys, and the whole shebang. implied afab!reader

YOICHI NAGUMO prefers. . . tits! as i mentioned previously, nagumo is a huge fan of your tits. if he doesn't approach you to squeeze them at least once during the day, you know there's something wrong with him. he could spend all day with his head between your chest and he'd die a happy man. as i mentioned, he's a huge fan of mirror sex so he can see your tits bounce with every thrust.

runner up: ass. nagumo needs something to squeeze at the end of the day, and he legit does not care if your ass is big or small, square or peach, as long as he can get his tattooed hands on it, he loves it! slapping it should be his hobby, and he likes to see you prance around his penthouse after a rough night wearing only his shirt and your panties, because he likes to admire the hand marks on your cheeks. what a cheeky guy!

SHIN ASAKURA prefers. . . ass! shin's hand is always stuffed in the back pocket of your jeans, and he may or may not give a light squeeze if he's feeling like teasing you. if you work at sakamoto's with him, there's a chance you might catch him staring at your ass when you're restocking the shelves. there's times where shin uses your ass as a pillow when he's tired, and he has a photo album of pictures of his hand on your ass. talk about pinterest-worthy!

runner up: thighs. shin's hand is always on your thigh when he's driving. he uses you as a personal pillow, and your thighs are perfect for it. if you're sitting and he's sitting below you in between your legs, shin will turn his head around to plant some kisses on your thighs. it's his way of saying "i love you, and i'm here." shin likes your thighs, as he can trace his fingers on them when he and you cuddle.

GAKU prefers. . . thighs! gaku loves it when he's got you pinned down onto a wall, legs parted prettily just for him, so he can leave your thighs with purple bruises. gaku's an artist, and he loves to mark you as his, which is why your thighs are his favorite. he loves to grab them to pull you closer to him, especially during shower sex or when he's going down on you. it's his way of keeping you in check and under his spell. and when you're riding his face? he's making sure to admire the marks that his grip leaves on them.

runner up: tits. gaku's also a huge fan of your tits, and like nagumo, he loves to lay his head on your chest every once in a while (once a day). whenever you want to shut him up, just lift up your shirt, please. he’ll get the hint that he’s being too annoying, and as cocky as he is, gets straight to sucking, pinching, and nibbling. but hey! at least he shuts up 😸

NATSUKI SEBA prefers. . . tits! natsuki is a tit man period. he plays with your tits like he plays with tools (i’m sorry that sounds so bad, but you know he loves to work at the workshop.) and speaking of workshops, he has spent time building custom lingerie for you, sometimes made of metal (like those butterfly resin tops), sometimes made of resin, sometimes made of lace). you always find him unclasping your bra when you embrace him, so be ready to get down to business at any time.

runner up: thighs. natsuki likes to dress you up as his personal doll, so it’s natural for him to love your thighs. the garments he’s built for you are beautiful! he loves to grip on your thighs whenever he’s near you, and he loves to mark you there as well. now if you’re into pain and burns and you let natsu use one of them marking machines on your thigh….. he’ll die.

SHISHIBA prefers. . . ass! he’s an ass man, look at him. shishiba will most likely avoid teasing in public, but he does sneak a peek every here and there. he likes to watch your ass when you ride him, and you feel his fingers trace your back all the way to your ass, and it drives you insane. and this might be very specific, but if you gain a bit of weight, his eyes will go wide in the best way possible. because how is there now 50 pounds of ass he can enjoy? and he’ll let you with a subtle grab, and a firm look into your eyes saying “you look good.”

runner up: tits. shishiba also enjoys your tits. if you have sensitive nipples please make sure to stay 100 meters away from this man because he will take advantage of that if you dare misbehave. he enjoys the torture aspect of things, and somewhat looks forward to it. and if your boobs hurt because of pms or pmdd, he’ll get to massaging—no questions asked.

TARO SAKAMOTO prefers. . . thighs! i get the feeling that taro is a closet freak, and he has a thing for thighs. whether they’re slim or thick, taro literally does not give a fuck. if you worked with him back in his assassin days, he would purposely get you a garter belt so you could carry his backup weapons on your thighs. which means he’d constantly be all up in them. when you help him out with his convenience store (sorry aoi and hana, you’re out!) taro will make you wear the same garment, using it as an excuse for his hands to wonder. his excuse? “just wanted to make sure you’re safe.”

runner up: ass. hypothetically, let’s say taro has had to encounter female assassins who are all boob all bark no bite, i think he’d grow indifferent. when it comes to your ass, though, he’s always been paying attention. taro melts whenever he sees you, ass out wearing one of his shirts. he’s a sucker for #datass. he also reeks of massive virgin.

HEISUKE MASHIMO prefers. . . tits! ohhh heisuke. this cutie gets flustered whenever he sees your pretty tits. if he’s feeling confident and adventurous, there might be some hunter/prey roleplay going on, and the way in which you look topless in his little lense has him prematurely creaming his pants. he likes taking his time with your tits, and he may talk to them! it’s all in good fun, though, as most times it ends up in a tit job.

runner up: thighs. heisuke likes to drown in your cunt while he grips onto your thighs for dear life. send tweet. he prioritizes your pleasure always, and likes to take that as an opportunity to get to know your body better! he loves to lay down on your lap when he’s tired too, he says your thighs are the healing potion he needs. he likes to kiss your thighs as a sign of appreciation.

skd taglist (open): @ryescapades @yunxbin @maeveur @svsvke

[becertainlust]

Characters fluent in I'ma blow your fucking brains out.

[okkotsuus]

"WE HUG NOW" ー taro sakamoto 🪽

features: taro sakamoto (sakamoto days)

contents: assassin!reader, one-sided pining, angst, heartbreak, implied trauma, injuries, depictions of wounds, mentions of blood, very mild gore warning, kind of implied self-harm/self-destructive behavior, tailing, insecurity, songfic, 1.9k words.

notes: this actually came to me in a dream and then i had a batshit crazy one after, oh and i'm still reading the manga so no spoilers pls... blaming @17020 because mimi got me into sakadays and now i'm a little hooked.

taro sakamoto was the world's legendary assassin, he was the best at everything there was: like some sort of god amongst men. everyone loved him, and if they didn't love him: they feared him.

no one was ever fully able to reach him, or even keep up with him. no one except nagumo, rion, and you.

if sakamoto was placed on a mission, even if it was solo, somehow you were always 'in the area.' whether it be okinawa or shibuya: you just happened to be there.

at first, taro thought nothing of it. you were his friend, and you always managed to make any hit run smoother with that sharp wit you were requested for. it was mutualism, scratch sakamoto's back and he'll scract yours.

eventually, it began to grow into something more.

neither of you noticed it; and if you did, you kept quiet about it.

little things began to happen, things like sakamoto keeping a change of clothes for you in his go-bag. or having your preferred mm of ammunition to go with your favorite gun.

the two of you existed in this weird sort-of in between space.

you weren't lovers; but you were certainly more than friends.

only you knew the code to get into his gun safe, and only he knew how to get past the security system outside your apartment.

assassins don't let people in.

it's an unspoken rule of the job.

one you broke.

it all happened one night, when you and taro were both scraped up from a rough mission to assassinate the head of the yamaguchi family.

wordlessly, you were both splayed over a motel bed, not even under the sheets as both of your eyes remained locked onto the swirling ceiling fan.

"why did you let that one grunt get a shot on you, y/n? you're better than that." his voice rumbled, tone non-commitant despite the obvious lacing of worry in his words.

sakamoto has always cared about those dear to him, maybe more than he should.

he always had let rion talk about anything that interested her, played along with nagumo's tricks. he was a good man, assassin or not.

so, when you don't answer, his head lolls to the side to see if you had even heard him in the first place. and brown eyes widen, just barely perceptibly at the hollow stare e/c irises give him.

"i always let myself get hurt on a hit. it's how i atone for the lives i take."

the words echo between the two of you, they make silver brows furrow and thin lips draw flat.

he doesn't speak, so you look away, head turning to make interest of the chipping paint on the smoke-stained walls.

a grazing of fingertips over the torn fabric of your jeans sends your body moving before you can even think. cheap lobby pen pressed against sakamoto's carotid as your weight pins his hips down to the shitty matress below.

taro doesn't even move, not trying to shove you away. he just lays there, limp boned and pliant.

lithe fingers find themselves in the skin on the side of your thigh with an audible squelch. it hurts, feeling him root around in your flesh: but any assassin could take a little pain. his intrusion into your wound is gone as he pulls a 9mm luger from you and tosses it haphazardly onto the carpet.

you don't know what to think, what to do. so you remain atop his form, ballpoint still just barely poking at the skin beneath his jaw. you can see the way his pulse makes the pen dig deeper before it falls once more.

and he's just letting you do all this.

not a single muscle in his body has made any move to resist you.

when he so easily could.

it has your brows raising back to normal, e/c eyes rounding in curiosity.

sakamoto wipes his bloodied fingers on his shirt before tearing the hem of it to wrap it around your thigh, tying it off in a messy knot.

your makeshift weapon fall from your fingers, "why are you doing this, taro?" he hums, fingers drumming against the shitty box spring you have him against.

"you shouldn't hurt yourself, it's not good." he drawls, eyes finally finding your own as he stared up at you in a way that sends your stomach twisting. "can't let the world think my partner's getting weak."

god, you know he doesn't mean it that way.

he means it because you two work together, because he lets you tag along on his missions.

but some selfish, foolish part of you eats it up: the definition you want it to have, that the two of you are really something more.

dumbly, you nod, sitting back and rolling off of him.

"okay, i won't." he's satisfied, turning onto his side with a grunt, broad back facing you.

within a few minutes, he's softly snoring, as if he hadn't just sent your carefully constructed world toppling asunder.

you don't sleep that night.

or many others, for that matter.

all you want is to think he meant that the way you thought he did, even though you know it is the furthest thing from the truth.

assassins don't fall in love.

it seems like you're a pretty shitty one, then.

nothing ever changes, a part of you so deeply repressed is too scared to be the one jumping into the unknown.

that awkward space you had always been in with sakamoto remains. too far to be just friends, but just too far from being lovers.

he makes it hard. unbearably so.

taro is a kind man: he remembers anything you tell him, he keeps his apartment stocked with your snacks, he doesn't let you leave on a mission without saying goodbye (once you forgot and he showed up on the roof of your car).

then, one day, he goes on a mission while you were stuck in a stealth operative on the northern coast. normally, he finishes a hit quick and comes by your apartment after with some shitty takeout and MREs: which he seems to prefer, for whatever unknowable reason.

but, this time, you have to find him.

he's not at his place, not at the JAA, not with nagumo.

you worry about him, for possibly the first time in the years you had known each other. sakamoto is japan's best, everyone had some sort of interest in having him gone. no one had succeeded; hell, no one had gotten close.

what if today they did?

the thought has an indescribable ache burning under your ribs.

it punch in his code and lock the door behind yourself, sat on his couch, and felt tears burn at your eyes for the first time in god knows how long.

he comes home at around 1:32am, doesn't even acknowledge your presence as he shrugs off his coat; even though you know he can see you. his hands are empty, except for a convenience store bag.

sakamoto doesn't eat anything other than MREs, unless it's the fancy dinner provided at order meetings. he certainly doesn't eat junk food and snacks.

"you hungry, taro?" the words come out more fragile than you intend, but he doesn't speak on it. the man shakes his head, holding up his bag as he comes to sit on the couch next to you, tearing into a wafer bar and crunching at it.

it's upsetting, how he won't even look at you, how he doesn't even dignify answering you with words.

"i thought you hated pre-packaged foods..," you mumble, brows furrowing. he pauses for the briefest moment, mid-bite. "the girl at the register said they were good," he speaks.

oh.

that's a weird feeling. one you don't think you've ever quite felt from something sakamoto has said to you.

it goes away when he hands you a pack of your favorite chips from the bag. 'probably why he went in, in the first place,' you think, as if to soothe yourself.

even as you tear into them, there's a lingering sting in your nose, almost like burning.

it never quite fully goes away.

taro sakamoto rarely goes out for the sake of it, much less alone.

so why is he leaving in the middle of the day?

you catch him as you're coming back from a mission, his favorite MRE from the association and some chinese takeaway for yourself. he doesn't look at you, standing on a nearby rooftop and watching in a baffled curiosity.

in a selfish moment, you follow, out of sight.

and you see him meet a girl.

a girl who looked so normal, so soft. not a single bone in her body was dangerous, her gaze never hardened past annoyance. she was so utterly everything that you weren't.

because she wasn't an assassin.

at first, you're angry: furious, even.

you think he's so stupid, choosing a weak woman knowing exactly what happens to people in his line of work. how could he, when you had been standing there waiting for so long?

but when you see the gentleness in the way he touches her arm, like he knows he can break her and it's the last thing he would ever want: it's hard to stay angry.

because she's beautiful and kind and so gloriously normal.

you lose your food on some random roof as you leave. the wind friction from how fast you're moving has tears forming in your eyes, or maybe they were from something else.

sakamoto doesn't seek you out. he doesn't hunt you down when you go on a mission without saying goodbye first. he doesn't show up on your doorstep with food after his hits. he doesn't bandage your wounds when the guilt gets to you and you let your target land a blow.

it doesn't surprise you when he retires.

since he met her, it had only been a matter of time.

you don't plead with him like nagumo does, you don't accept all the offers people make you for his head, you don't ever try to find him: even though he makes it so painfully easy to.

how could you?

he was happy, surely. and you weren't selfish enough to risk ruining it.

sakamoto always got everything he wanted, whether it be fame, money, power, or even his eventual family life. while you got stuck with the weight of what could've been, of everything that you let slip between your fingers because you were just too damn scared.

to him, your friendship was just a small thing that happened in his past as a hitman. to you, when it ended: so did the world with it.

⚜️ ㅤ okkotsuus ㅤ 25

[frickingnerd]

love triangle with ren & ryuji

pairing: ren amamiya / akira kurusu / joker x gn!reader x ryuji sakamoto / skull

tags: friendly rivalry, supportive friends, ryuji is bad at flirting, charming!ren, mentions of food, giving gifts to reader

ren and ryuji have a friendly rivalry over you!

neither of them want to ruin their friendship over their crush on you, but they both don't want to resign and let the other one win

when ren confessed to ryuji that he liked you, the two boys actually talked about it and decided there wouldn't be any hard feelings, no matter who you choose!

they can't force you to love them, but they certainly can try to win you over with gifts, charming words and other things!

ryuji is rather awkward and blunt when it comes to flirting with you. he'll blurt out “you've got a new haircut–!” before actually complimenting you on it

meanwhile ren is pretty smooth and knows just what to say to compliment your looks and personality, without seeming too ingratiating

ren isn't above teaching ryuji some smooth flirt lines either! though occasionally he sneaks in some bad ones, just for his own amusement…

ryuji always has food on him for you! he read once in some magazine that food is the way to a person's heart, so he keeps snacks on him and always invites you to lunch with him!

ren is more the type to buy you pretty things. a necklace, bracelet or anything else that would look good on you!

[616ioi]

@#%! 1:52 , taro sakamoto.

content: gender neutral, top reader, clothed dry humping. warning i posted this on a previous tumblr, which has now been deleted, and on wattpad but I'd like to leave this here. this contains mature content, read at your own discretion. love aoi. love her. but i love a loyal and obsessed man even more.

Teach me?

There's a slight twitch in his fingers as he tilts his head curiously.

An air of innocence fills the room as you softly smile at him - a soft blush filling his ears at that.

He's very much aware of what you're suggesting. He's thought of it a few times (here and there, a lot of times). You glance away from his eyes to reach for his hand. His palm heats up, and he feels clammy all over.

"Do you want me to teach you?" You gently repeat your previous question. What should he do in this situation? He can barely handle kissing you without exploding. How will he react to touching you!?

He wants to do it, and so, he nods (very robotically, might i add). You stare back at him expectantly. Your fingers softly caress hand, both comforting him and sending him into a frenzy.

Right. He remembers. Words.

"I want to..." Taro swallows thickly, "make you feel g-good..."

A teasing glint appears in your eyes, "you do?"

His breath hitches when you step closer to him, your eyes glancing to his lips. "Mhm."

His eyes flicker to the bed just a couple of feet away. Worries eat him alive. What if he isn't good? And if he gets carried away? Will you like it or hate it? Should he have picked a more romantic setting for your honeymoon?

The wind howls knocking against the trembling windows as the hands holding his tighten their grip upon reading him.

"How about we take it slow, hm?" He gives another robotic nod. "We can both feel good."

Both of us?

-Ah!

Taro gasps at the new feelings. He stares at you as if you were the sun, the stars, and the moon. With hearts in his eyes, he struggles to see you through the blur of his tears, but he fights through it.

It feels good. Feels so very good.

No one has ever touched him like this, made him feel this way. He's melts when you press your lips to his, pushing your tongue to meet his. You kiss him like it's the end of the world! He loves it. He lives for it.

Taro tentatively raises his hips to meet yours, and the stain (and strain) in his pants grow as a moan leaves your lips at the contact.

He grips onto the sheets for dear life. His entire body felt too, too, too hot. Is he going to pass out?

Help me, God. He pants heavily into your lips, struggling to get out a single word.

No, not a god.

Only you can help him now.

"You're doing such a good job, Taro." A whimper left his lips at the praise. He pulls away to press wet kisses under your jaw, sucking tenderly.

"Do-do you - hah! feel good...?"

"So good!" You whine next to his ear. You hug his body closer, practically leaving no space in between the two of you.

He shivers and squirms as your hands yank at his white locks.

Taro bites his quivering lip, swallowing all his precious noises to hear you better. The panting, gasps, grunts, whimpers.

He's making you feel good.

The bed creaks under the weight of both of you as you order him to go faster. The thought of hurting you scares him, but the overwhelming feeling to please you wins, so he obeys with a shaky nod.

He buries his head in the crook of your neck. He's making you feel good!!

A cry of pleasure is strangled out of his mouth when your hands pull at his hair, forcing him to face you. He catches your eyes through his tears and flushes a deep, dark red.

"Focus on me, okay?" He nods clumsily, never one to deny your requests.

It wasn't hard anyway.

note. thinking of chubby taro in this one, but u can imagine whichever one

[totallybakedcake]

Sakamoto days masterlist!

Nagumo Yoichi

Daydreams

Dating headcanons

Night thoughts

Sakamoto Taro

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Natsuki Seba

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Shin Asakura

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Kei Uzuki

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[doki-doki-imagines]

Sakamoto💖

(ihih)

Tatsuma...isn't the best when choosing a gift for you. Yeah, they are cute but also a bit weird and not just because they are from universes you can't even imagine. But also...how they make them. Thankfully, Mutsu is a guardian angel, and after seeing the gift from the previous year, Tatsuma started to think more...think better; his life is at risk after all.

[yinyuedijun]

SITUATIONSHIP | asakura shin x f!reader

You are both the most diligent worker at Sakamoto's Store and the most hypersexual person that Shin knows. Overhearing your thoughts and accidentally seeing your fantasies routinely leads to profound psychic damage for him, as well as the most poorly timed boners in the world. All of this only gets worse when the two of you start hooking up.

6k words. comedy, smut. all the sex scenes are vanilla; however, the reader constantly reads and thinks about horny fanfiction tropes including: free use, omegaverse, and breeding. these are all mentioned but not discussed in detail. warning: the reader has a warped/unhealthy relationship with her sexuality, this fic is about shin fixing her with his stroke game lol. credits to @/cafekitsune for the dividers and @hansolen for the fic brainrot <3

You are the worst coworker that Shin has ever had.

This is saying a lot, given that he's worked with countless two-bit assassins who could barely a handle a gun (no one he worked with in his late teenage years could hold a candle to Mr. Sakamoto, truly), as well as Lu, who can barely orient herself within the store. You are, in contrast, brutally efficient with your work, incredible with the customers, and very cooperative with Shin. You even know how to handle a gun, and you do it with such pinpoint precision that it's always nonlethal despite being brutally debilitating. (Your skill level does hold a candle to Mr. Sakamoto in this respect, and Shin wonders if his boss has given you some kind of private training—a thought that fills him with such jealousy that it makes him want to chew on the sale stickers in his hands.) There's just one problem.

You are probably the horniest person alive, and Shin is about to lose his fucking mind listening to your thoughts.

Now, Shin is used to hearing the unfiltered stream of consciousness of the average human being. This naturally includes carnal desires here and there. He’s desensitized to most people’s erotic fantasies about their favourite gravure idol, memories of their last sexual encounter, intrusive thoughts about their friends, et cetera. He habitually tunes it out. But whereas a regular person might have these thoughts once or twice a day, you seem to have them once or twice an hour. And none of your thoughts are ever brief or underdeveloped. They usually last at least ten minutes each, with detailed internal monologuing and accompanying 8K UltraHD visuals, and you really only ever stop when you're trying to remember a code at the till or doing some quick mental math with the accounts.

Needless to say, Shin tries to keep you at the register as much as possible.

You used to tell yourself (in your head) that your mental fixation on sex was a natural consequence of your dry spell. After quitting the assassin life, you'd been celibate for the first time in at least a decade, forced to attain sexual gratification with nothing but masterfully written fanfiction and your vast collection of vibrators. (Your favourite one is hot pink, seven inches, rabbit eared. You sometimes have trouble getting it to fit, but it’s worth it for the way you cum when you do, and this knowledge makes Shin want to die.) You were convinced that getting laid would bring you enough relief to stop thinking about sex every hour of the day. You had thought that you'd go back to “normal” after that, though Shin doesn't know what “normal” entails for you. (One free-use fantasy a day instead of twelve? Daydreams strictly featuring humans rather than tentacle monsters? It's hard to say.)

Regardless, Shin had to agree: surely, there would be a limit to your sex-obsessed thoughts. It made a lot of sense that you were simply frustrated and in need of an outlet. Naturally, after sleeping with you, he'd expected your thoughts to quiet down.

(Yes—Shin slept with you. It was an accident, through and through, and he routinely feels bad about it. He'd been meaning to ask you out, treat you to dinner, maybe even get you flowers depending on the vibe. The type of thing that Mr. Sakamoto did for Aoi, when they first started dating. If everything went well, then you two could consider getting intimate. His interest in you has nothing to do with sex, after all—no, not even the fact that you've had explicit fantasies about deepthroating him while he works the cash. He'd die if you ever tried that, actually.

The plan was always to take things slow and maybe even start a relationship if the two of you really hit it off. He'd even asked Mr. Sakamoto for advice on what a civilian romance should look like! But then Shin walked you back to your apartment one night when you were feeling down, and you invited him upstairs, and one thing led to another, and, well… it turns out that you aren't the type of person to take things slow. Or think about relationships. Shin’s never overheard any thoughts from you about actually dating him, come to think of it. And no, before you ask—that doesn't bother him. Not at all. Not one bit.)

To both his surprise and yours, getting laid somehow had the opposite effect on you. Rather than being calmed, you're somehow even hornier—and now all your horny thoughts are about Shin.

It's nonstop. Shin can't believe it. Whereas you used to think about all sorts of people in your sexual fantasies (mostly your fanfiction men, but also some BL characters, occasionally Keanu Reeves, and very often that Nagumo guy), you now think solely of Shin. You're thinking about him right now, pausing as you finish restocking the onigiri.

Shin can hear every single thought from across the room, the way you feel the edges of your sanity fraying with the memory of his touch. The whole day, you've been remembering how it felt to have your pussy stretched around his cock, how it felt to have his hands on your curves, how he seemed to know exactly how to touch your body to make you keen. (Shin admits he cheated; a little ESP goes a long way in bed.) You soaked the sheets when you finally came, and he kissed you relentlessly through your orgasm. It made you so horny that you had to immediately go another round.

No other man’s ever made you cum like that, you keep thinking. You've fucked more people than you can count, but not a single person has ever felt so good inside you. The realisation is driving you crazy, and Shin feels like he's about to go crazy with you. In the absence of a cold shower, he wants to shove himself into the freezer right now. There's no other way to get rid of his raging boner.

How did it feel so fucking good?! you keep thinking, oblivious to his struggles. I need his cock inside me again. I need him to hit it raw this time. I need him to bend me over the counter and cum in my pussy right now—

It makes him want to die, listening to your thoughts. It also confuses him, somewhat: he isn't that experienced, and objectively he’s a little clumsy in bed. His performance is probably mid in the grand scheme of things, which makes him wonder why you feel like his dick is heaven-sent.

But more than anything, Shin wonders if you ever think about anything other than his dick. Sex isn't the only thing the two of you have done together. The first time you hooked up, he'd spent the night at your place. You clung to him in his sleep and you drooled on his chest and he thought it was kinda funny. He was careful not to wake you as he wiped your chin. You’d cooked him breakfast by the time he'd woken up: homemade miso, fresh rice, tamagoyaki. He made you burnt coffee after. You gave him a goodbye kiss, which somehow turned into a goodbye blowjob, which then escalated into wasting the day together in bed. You were really cuddly the whole time, and Shin could hear you think, how weird, I hate it when people hold me, and I hate it when people kiss me, but you liked it from Shin. You liked it so much that your pussy started dripping, and then what else could you do but suck him off again? (He returned the favour, of course.)

There was a lot more than just fucking, but you never think about any of that other stuff. You only ever think about his stroke game.

Not that that bothers Shin. Not at all. Not one bit.

By noon, he reaches his limit.

Shin considers himself a responsible guy and dedicated employee. He'd ordinarily never want to take off in the middle of the day to fool around with you—or anyone else—but it's his lunch break, and he has to get you to stop fantasizing. His dick is so hard that it's painful, and even with the apron it's getting tricky to cover up. As soon as the clock hits 12, he's throwing it off and making a beeline for you.

“We need to talk,” he says, grabbing you by the hand, and the face you make is so giddy that he can't help but sigh. You’re practically beaming as you take off your apron and say bye to Lu. We’ll be back in 30! you tell her in a sing-song voice, because you’re a very conscientious worker even when outrageously horny.

“You heard my thoughts?” you ask as the two of you climb the stairs to his room, and he snorts.

“How couldn't I?” He gives you a miserable look, cheeks flushing. “Were you doing that on purpose the whole morning?”

“No.” He raises a brow. “I'm serious—I wasn't trying to cause any trouble for you! It's just…” You bite your lip, and it takes all of Shin’s self-control to stop himself from staring at its glossy sheen. “I really just need to be touched again.”

“I don't believe you,” he says as he pulls you into his room.

“You're an esper! You should know I'm telling the truth!”

“I also know you like to torture me with your thoughts.”

“Well, yeah…” You smile at him, sheepish. “But I really just need a bit of relief. Want me to prove it to you?”

There's a sudden glint in your eye that makes Shin nervous, out of his depth. Sometimes he gets the feeling that you want to eat him alive, and he never knows how to handle it. He’s never gotten this level of attention before, and never in his wildest dreams did he think he'd get it from someone like you.

(Yeah—you're way out of Shin's league. For all his plans of a civilian romance, he wasn’t sure if he could actually score a date with you. He still isn't sure if he can score one. He's also not sure he’ll survive this encounter.)

He swallows. “Prove it…?”

“Uh huh.” You look so pretty right now, sitting on the edge of his bed. “Let me show you.”

You read too much hentai. Shin knows this firsthand (you read a lot of it on the clock, and all the images get blasted right into his prefrontal cortex), but he can also tell from how you act. It’s just way too fucking outrageous when you spread your legs for him, pulling up your skirt, and he's greeted not by the sight of your panties (you wore a lacy pair to work and kept bending over in hopes of flashing him—you had not been shy at all in this thought), but your bare, glistening cunt.

No fucking way.

“You’ve been working like that?!” he blurts out, mildly horrified even though his dick is jumping at the sight of you. You laugh, and you conjure up your panties from somewhere. They dangle from your fingertips, sheer and drenched.

“Took them off as we came up here. They're useless now anyway, see”—they’ve been soaked through for hours, and my thighs are all sticky—“and besides… I wanted to give you easy access.”

He thinks he's going to pass out.

“Easy access,” he repeats stiffly, bright red.

“Uh huh. Wanted to be efficient—we only have, what, twenty minutes?” Before he can even react, you're already turning around, bending over for him, ass up. From this angle, he can see just how wet you are—and how you're clenching around nothing, your cunt empty and needing to be filled. You glance over your shoulder, give him a teasing smile. “What are you waiting for?”

It’s a wonder that Shin doesn't cum on the spot, really. Like he said—he isn't an experienced guy. He's never slept with anyone so forward, or so—well. Smoking hot, for lack of better word. Half of him has a mind to just stand there and say that he can't believe you, and half of him has a mind to fuck you like you've been hoping all morning. Thankfully, this latter half of him wins out—probably for the better. If he helps you work this out of your system, you'll probably stop assaulting his mind with all your horny thoughts and his dick can exist in peace for the rest of the afternoon. Right?

Right?

(He ends up being extremely wrong.)

By the time he's pulled down his pants, put a condom on, and started pushing inside you, the two of you have seventeen minutes left. He worries briefly that it won't be enough time to get you to cum (nor him, though that isn't his goal currently), but it turns out to be a non-issue. Your pussy swallows his cock easily, stretching around him so perfectly that he nearly chokes. He always hears you talking about how sex with him feels leagues better than with any other person, but he’s not sure if you know that the same is true for him. No one's ever felt as good as you, and it takes every ounce of willpower in him not to cum immediately.

You're already close to the edge, too. Probably pent up from squeezing your thighs together all morning and thinking about his touch. You moan in a way that is obscene, like something out of an AV—but Shin knows that it isn't a performance. He can feel your body and hear your thoughts, all the genuine bliss you get from being filled up. When he starts moving, it's with intent. He fucks you like you’ve been fantasising all day, all week—with a relentless pace, focused on giving you nothing but pleasure. You tighten around him like you were made for him, and—

—apparently you feel like you're being used? Like a hole? The fuck! Shin almost stops mid-stroke to balk at you—he wouldn't do that to you!—but then you moan and he feels you getting wetter at the thought, and then he has no choice but to keep going. He's not about to kill your high.

Nine minutes left. Your clit is throbbing, neglected, and as soon as you think about touching yourself, Shin’s fingers are circling it instead and making you keen. He hits the spot inside you that has your eyes rolling back and your spine arching beautifully, and you can’t speak with your mouth, but he hears you anyway: the begging, the neediness, right there right there you're doing so good Shin you feel so good don't stop don't stop don't, don't—

“Oh fuck,” you whimper, pressing your face into the sheets, and then Shin feels you pulsing around him, drenching him. He gets dragged over the edge with you, gasping sharply as he finds his own release. You collapse as he twitches inside you, spilling himself inside the condom, and he almost snorts when he hears you thinking, wish you were cumming in my pussy instead. Do it raw next time, okay?

“You know we have to use a condom,” he says between pants.

“But I'm on birth control! Read my mind—you know I'm telling the truth!”

“And I also know that birth control is only 93% effective,” he says, rolling his eyes. He glances at the clock. “C'mon—we only have five minutes until our lunch break ends.”

It feels a little weird, rushing you. He’s never had a quickie before, but he understands that you can't exactly take your time with cleaning up afterwards. Still, he thinks about what it was like the last time the two of you did this—how slow and soft it was after, how he stayed inside you for a bit, how he kissed you long and cleaned you up carefully. It just felt like the right thing to do after sleeping with someone, especially given that that someone was you. He'd much prefer to do that right now.

But you are both punctual workers, and anyway Shin’s heard enough of your idle thoughts to know that you’re fairly apathetic to aftercare—you never expect it, and you’re never particularly sad when you don't get it. Sometimes you even fantasize about being used roughly and then discarded (a thought that he finds so unpleasant that it instantly kills his boner every time).

So it's probably fine to rush back downstairs, he figures. He throws you some wipes, lets you clean yourself up. You do it without complaint. You're not upset. He can even hear your mind humming with satisfaction, coming down from the highs of sensory pleasure.

Which is why he's confused when he hears you think, Huh. That didn't feel as good as I thought it would.

It's not like it felt bad.

This is what Shin hears all afternoon: You had a good time. You generally like being treated like a hole. You hadn't thought that Shin would have it in him to do that (neither did he, he admits), but it was kind of thrilling that he did. You want him to do it again for sure. He hit your g-spot with the kind of precision that only an esper can manage, and your vision nearly went white as you found your climax.

And that's what matters, right? You came. You had an orgasm. The little death. The ultimate goal of sex. You used to have a hard time with it, but after so many missions your body started to enjoy sex and now you cum very easily. And you came very easily with Shin, so that means you must enjoy having sex with him too, right?

But it was better the first time you had sex. Objectively better. You came way harder. You even squirted during your second round with him! Your orgasm was so intense that you felt blissed out for the rest of the night, and even the morning after. When you woke up and realised that Shin was not only still there, but also holding you, it made you so horny that you nearly woke him up with a blowjob. It was only with great self-control that you woke him up with breakfast instead.

You don’t feel like that right now, though. You don't feel horny and you don't feel like cooking and the euphoria of your orgasm melted away a while ago. You just feel sort of… empty.

You don't feel bad, though. It's a beautiful day. The char siu bao in your hand is incredibly fragrant. Piisuke is on your shoulder and chirping in your ear. Shin looks really handsome in his apron—did you know that, Shin? you ask him in your mind—and he goes bright red at this thought and looks away. You don't feel bad, you mentally reassure him. You just don't feel as good as you thought you would.

But Shin does feel bad. He feels miserable, actually. He's not a very experienced guy, but even he can tell that you’re the type of person who needs to be held after having sex. It seems like you probably don't realise it, but it's clear as day to Shin, and for the rest of the afternoon he hates himself for not having done it. It wouldn’t have had to be for very long.

Lu could have covered for an extra fifteen minutes, he keeps thinking. Fuck!

Eventually, you ask him to come over in the evening, and he scrambles to agree, desperate for a do-over.

Shin’s not really good at this hook-up business.

Now—he isn't exactly good at relationships either, but he feels exceptionally awkward about coming over to your place with the express purpose of having sex. He isn't familiar with dick appointment etiquette, especially not appointments involving a friend. Was he meant to bring a gift? A Netflix movie recommendation? It would have felt wrong to show up completely empty-handed, so he ends up bringing your favourite snacks and two bottles of Pocari Sweat. If this is anything like the first time he stayed over, you'll probably both need it.

You're delighted by the snacks and amused by the drinks. He wrestles with himself over what kind of small-talk to make—there’s a PS5 out right now, and your TV screen is paused on Leon Kennedy’s face, so maybe he can start a conversation about the horror genre? He watches a lot of films—but you're dragging him into your room before he can overthink it.

“I missed you,” you say, voice all sweet with affection as you straddle his lap.

“It's been two hours,” he points out, somehow managing not to stammer.

“Eight hours since we fucked.”

“That's not very long at all.”

“Felt like forever to me.” Your whisper is so tender in his ear, incongruent with the absolute filth you're thinking about right now. You need his cock so, so bad—you’d have it inside you 24/7 if you could have it your way, though he's also free to help himself to your body at any hour of the day. Sure, he can't smoke on the premises, but there's no rule against hiking up your skirt and pushing your panties to the side so he can—

“I wouldn't do that in the store!” he squawks, and you giggle.

“Then you should start taking me up to your room more often.”

Shin would be more than happy to host you, actually. He’s been thinking lately about having you over for dinner—Aoi’s been teaching him how to cook—and getting to know you better, in a non-Biblical way. But Shin knows that's not what you mean. You want him to carry you upstairs without asking and to throw you onto his bed and to fuck you into the mattress. You want to go back to your shift without your panties, his cum dripping out of your pussy and sliding down your—

“You really want me to finish inside you,” Shin remarks, bewildered at your sheer obsession over it, and you tilt your head.

“Don't you?”

“No. I mean, yes. I mean—we shouldn't. It's, uh. Risky. I don't want to get you, y'know… pregnant…” His dick twitches in a way that makes him grateful that you don't have ESP. He's realising something about himself that he absolutely cannot think about, and which you would absolutely exploit if you figured out. He clears his throat, hoping he looks normal. “Like. You know. It's better to be on the safe side.”

You study him carefully. “I dunno, Shin.” You smile knowingly. “I don't think I'd mind it if you wanted to breed me.”

Shin is going to die.

The next twenty minutes pass in a horny blur. The two of you spend it all over each other, his cock sliding along your opening—dangerously close to pushing in. You beg him for just the tip, both verbally and mentally—pleaaase Shin please please please it'd be so easy, I'm still stretched out from before, you know it'd feel good—and he's watched enough adult films to know that this is a blatant trap. He somehow pulls away, and immediately feels bad at the crushed expression you make, so he decides he has no choice but to make it up to you by putting his head between your thighs. Within minutes he’s sucking on your clit and making you keen, his fingers curling inside you. He knows your orgasm is intense both from the way you gush all over his face and how your mind goes pleasantly, blissfully quiet for a moment.

It doesn't stay quiet for long.

The most debauched image possible comes to his mind—you, underneath him, your legs folded into a mating press as you take his cock. He’s giving you another load, pumping you full. It's filling up your womb, and you'll definitely get pregna—

“You’re fucking evil,” he groans. “And you read way too much hentai. Those visuals were so goofy.”

You laugh, unbothered. “Sorry, I'll adjust them for realism next time.”

“Please don't,” he begs, even though he knows he's going to spend the next week being mentally assaulted by your breeding kink fantasies. He just hopes they stay relatively normal and don't devolve into the weird omegaverse stuff. Or the monsterfucking stuff. Or the gangbang scenarios. Please, God, anything but the gangbang fantasies. He’ll scream if you imagine another threesome with him and that invisible asshole who kidnapped Lu. He’ll simply resign if you add Nagumo.

To your profound disappointment, Shin ends up using a condom. He doesn't give you much time to feel sad about it, settling quickly between your legs and practically knocking the breath out of you as he thrusts into you. He’s left kind of breathless too. You weren't lying—you are still stretched out from earlier in the day, wet and pliant for him, and there's hardly any resistance as he starts pumping into you. He watches you carefully, laid out underneath him—your eyes squeezing shut as you're made to take his cock. Your mind goes a little quiet again, overwhelmed by pleasure. It's simultaneously a blessing and a curse: Shin’s finally getting a break from your psychic teasing, but the knowledge that he's fucking you dumb is doing something horrible to him.

He changes his angle, and a whimper leaves you. You tighten and gush around him in a way that makes it obvious what he’s hitting; he doesn't need ESP to know to keep doing it. Still, your thoughts are going haywire, a tangle of desire, and it's impossible for him to ignore. I need, he keeps hearing as your thighs starts to twitch, as you start tearing up, I need I need I need I need—

Your eyes land on his lips, and Shin hears you.

His kiss is open-mouthed, clumsy, but you’re hungry for it anyway. You’re panting into each other’s mouths when you start pulsing around Shin’s dick, and you end up cumming so hard on his cock that it's dizzying for you both. He fucks you through your orgasm, and it's only when you're glassy-eyed and limp beneath him that he finally lets himself finish. He pulls back as he does, gasping sharply, but not for long—you draw him back in quickly, clinging to him as you seek out another kiss. The two of you stay like that for a long moment—still connected, breaths heavy with exhaustion, lips slow and lazy against each other.

“Enjoy yourself more this time?” Shin asks, and you hum sweetly against his mouth. You’re still too mindless from your orgasm to form any real thoughts, but Shin can tell that you don't really want to talk. You want to keep kissing him. And you want him to hold you while you do it, which he happily obliges.

Some ten minutes later, you make a small noise of protest when Shin pulls out of you, and it turns into a look of outright betrayal when he gets up. Shin’s heart clenches immediately.

“Just getting stuff to clean up,” he explains, and you relax visibly.

“Oh,” you say. “Right.”

You seem antsy. You feel antsy. You're antsy because you just realised how much you like kissing Shin. Specifically, you've realised that kissing him elevates your orgasms into mind-blowing experiences, and now you're questioning every other orgasm you've had. Maybe I don't actually enjoy sex that much? you wonder. Or maybe I always needed to be kissed to enjoy it more? Wait, no. I hate it when people kiss me. It's gross. Except for when it's Shin. Why Shin? Hm… that apron must really be doing something for me.

Your head hurts. Shin patiently watches you replay your past experiences in your head, comparing all those nights with this one, and he can’t help but frown. Deeply. Your eyes go wide when he gives you an alarmed look at one particular memory.

“Shit, sorry! I forgot you’d see all that.”

“No, I'm sorry,” he says, feeling—not for the first time—guilty about his powers. “If I could turn it off, I would.”

“Don't be sorry. You can't help it. That'd be like if I were sorry for breathing.” But despite your easy words, you’re watching him carefully, and your mind is stirring in an unsettling way. I'm nervous? you realise. Your heart is beating in a way that suggests a flight or fight response. It gets worse the longer you stare at him. Why am I nervous? Tell me, Shin.

“I wouldn't know.” Except he’s got a good guess, and he'd rather die than say it out loud because it would be embarrassing for you both if he were wrong. He'd have to resign. Nevertheless, he tries to guide you in a specific direction: “Have you really never liked it when people kissed you?”

“No,” you reply immediately. “I don't see the point of kissing during sex.”

He gives you a long look. “What if it’s not just sex? What if it's just a regular kiss on a regular day with, like, a partner? Someone you're really serious about.” He blinks at the confused stare you're giving him. “You mean you don't like that either?”

It's suddenly very noisy. Shin can hear your mind buzzing as you stare at the ceiling of your room, not with coherent sentences so much as shapeless confusion. His skin crawls with the echo of your discomfort; it's a wonder you aren't slipping out from the sheets to run away.

“...I don't know,” you finally decide. “I don't have much real dating experience.”

“Huh? You’ve said before that you've dated lots of guys.”

“Um.” You’re careful not to look at him. “Yeah, I guess. They all sucked though. I, like, wanted to kill every single one of my exes.”

“Like they were shitty boyfriends?”

No, like they were assassination targets, you think, and Shin has to keep a straight face as you reply, “Yeah, something like that.”

You rarely lie to Shin. You did it somewhat frequently until you figured out that he was capable of ESP, and then you stopped because you didn't see a point anymore. You only do it now when there's something you really don't want to talk about, so Shin relents. He focuses on cleaning himself up, and he interrupts the tense hum of your thoughts when he turns his attention to you. By the time he's finished and slid back into bed, your more complicated emotions have vanished, and you're back to marveling at the quality of the orgasm you just had. Apparently you like to keep things fairly simple in your inner world.

When Shin puts an arm around you, he can hear your pleasant surprise—and your immediate desire to press into him.

You're so happy just being held by him, it's shocking. And painfully endearing. Shin tries to pretend not to notice the warm glow of your thoughts, as well as your confusion over them: surely the simple act of being close to someone can't feel so good. Maybe the whole kissing thing was just a coincidence and Shin happened to be hitting it just right when your lips met. Or maybe he used his ESP on you to make you cum extra hard and he's still influencing you, and that's why you feel so tenderhearted right now.

“My powers only allow me to read minds,” he tells you. “I can't control other people.”

“Aw,” you say, “that's too bad. I bet forced orgasms with ESP would feel amazing.”

“...”

Shin realises something else about himself that he absolutely cannot let you know. Thankfully for him, you're none the wiser. Your mind’s somewhere else entirely when you climb on top of him, smiling neatly. Mind you, what you're thinking is still making him feel nervous. He's always a little out of his depth with you.

“Shin…”

You lean in, breath sweeping over his lips. His heart jumps.

“Y-yeah?”

“I'm still confused about how that felt so good.”

“I’ve noticed.”

You hold back a laugh. “Yeah, I guess you would have.” Then you give him an apologetic look. “Sorry I'm so stuck on it. I just thought I knew my body, y'know? I felt like I had tried everything worth trying. Sex was starting to feel boring, including the freaky stuff. But this is very new to me.”

This close up, Shin can feel the brush of your lashes when they flutter. See the glossy swell of your lips from all the kissing. Take in the fragrance of your hair. He starts to feel dizzy. “I-is it? I don't think we've been doing anything, uh. Crazy.”

“I didn't think so either.” Your thumb traces his lip. You're thinking about kissing him again, and you're also thinking about riding him as you do it. “I can't help but want to try it a few more times, you know? Just to make sure it wasn't a fluke.”

“A few more times,” he repeats, and you smile.

“You don't have anywhere you need to be tonight, do you?”

The two of you get two hours of sleep that night, and you end up going through both bottles of Pocari Sweat and all the snacks. There's no time for breakfast or burnt coffee the morning after; you make the executive decision to just eat something at the store instead. Shin leaves behind a toothbrush and you tell him he should also bring an extra set of clothes next time. He tries not to get too excited about the fact that there's going to be a next time. He fails.

Mr. Sakamoto sees the two of you as you make it to work just on time together and immediately figures out what's happened. Shin gets a mental reprimand for not marrying you first, and the disappointment from Mr. Sakamoto is so strong that he briefly considers resigning out of disgrace. But he stays on, and the days pass, and your relationship with him remains the same. Sort of.

Because, see. Now that you're regularly getting laid, your horny thoughts have finally (finally!) calmed down. You now have one free-use fantasy a day instead of twelve, and your daydreams only occasionally feature tentacle monsters. You do like to torture Shin with breeding kink scenarios, but that's only once a day, and they never involve any other guys. Shin considers this a victory, respite from the psychic agony that he was previously experiencing.

There's just one problem.

You want to kiss Shin all the time now, and it's making him feel like the horniest person alive.

He can't believe it. He doesn't have a particularly strong sex drive, and he rarely ever has sexual fantasies. But holy shit is he having them a lot now, and he can't say it's strictly your fault.

You spend most of the day now thinking about what it felt like to kiss him in bed, and what it felt like to hold his hand as he moved inside you, and what it felt like to be in his arms afterwards. What it would feel like if you were to do those things that you used to hate—kissing someone, linking fingers, embracing them—with Shin. Not just in bed, but on a regular day, out in the open. In a secluded park somewhere, or maybe at the top of a Ferris wheel, or even on a random street corner if the mood is right. All of these daydreams are usually followed by very explicit fantasies about public, unprotected sex, but the kissing is the most important part of it. The subsequent creampies are pretty significant too, but not nearly as much as the bits where you make out.

And somehow, the thought of cumming in you is not the part of the fantasy that's driving Shin crazy.

You give him a meaningful look. A week ago, this would have been a sign that you wanted him to bend you over the counter and give you backshots. Now it means you want to sneak away to kiss him and hold hands, and this makes him want to do things to you that would get him fired immediately.

Shin sighs, and he contemplates shoving himself into the freezer.

END

I wrote this with one hand and did not proofread it. my apologies if you see any errors. I just needed to be free of these thoughts asap. release me...

PS - I know the Resident Evil/Leon Kennedy mention must have felt very random, but it's set-up for potential future sequels haha.

[mzenins]

❛ gloria, i wanna take you to euphoria ! ❜ ✶ ࣪˖࿐ * sakadays multi characters

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── contents: suggestive, gn reader, making out, spitting, dry humping, hickeys┆ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ how they kiss you…

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── featured on this disc: yoichi nagumo, natsuki seba, shin asakura

╰⪼┆nagumo kisses you like you’re both in a constant game of cat and mouse. it’s competitive and intoxicating with a strong surge of adrenaline bustling through your veins but oftentimes it’s fleeting.

he allows for his bottom lip to gently graze yours then retracts himself from your vicinity with the mere purpose of seeing the dazed look on your face that was anticipating more. he enjoys the shocked gasp and reprimand that comes from you, followed by a murmur of “dickhead.” which he classically retorts with, “hey, that’s not nice!”

the roles switches up constantly, something he indulges in, but a sick part of him can’t help but bask in the sight of you desperately grinding down on his clothed crotch with your forehead littered by sweat as you incoherently rasp in his ear for him to kiss you harder. his mouth twists up in a sadistic manner against the column of your neck, “hm? want more neck kisses?” he feigns innocence.

his playing dumb act grinds your gears to the fullest and makes you want to choke him out till your heart’s content but he’d probably brush off your actions with a snippy comeback.

you loudly groan in frustration and his eyebrows pull up at your outburst, your hips halt against his pelvis, “god, do i have to spell everything out for you?” you grab a fist full of his noir hair to perfectly align his head with your face, “kiss me properly, nagumo.. on the lips.”

he likes seeing you all riled up. he tauntingly smirks, “ah! you should’ve just asked, silly.” before you can argue on that’s what you were doing in the first place, he encloses the space, humming contently. your lips moves together in sync, rapidly harmonizing in a sensual way. his tattooed hands slip under your shirt caressing the bare skin but the small delight comes to a pause once he uses his teeth to gently pull at your bottom lip, teasingly letting it go out from his hold. he drily chuckles at you chasing after his lips for more.

╰⪼┆natsuki kisses you like a pornstar in love. it’s lewd but intimate, igniting an untamed flame in the pit of your stomach, rapidly flickering waiting to be extinguished, but your heart beats erratically against your chest with warmth blooming around the organ.

it can be messy at times with his saliva smearing onto your chin and drippling off, or, it can be sweet and memorable leaving you smitten with butterflies for the rest of the day; pick your poison, he doesn’t mind either way.

he likes to sneak up on you— at first it was an occasional habit he’d done unintentionally but now he uses his airy footsteps to his advantage. slithering his toned arm around your stomach to pull you closer to his broad chest and grips at your jaw with his calloused hand to tilt your head upwards to somewhat face him

“open your mouth.” he calmly instructs, as if what he planned to do next was just a run-on-the-mill activity. you comply and suddenly feel a warm droplet of spit land onto your tongue, your eyes widens and before a squeal could erupt from your throat he captures your lips with his.

natsuki pants heavily against your mouth his hot tongue hastily collides with yours as he subconsciously begins to rut himself into your figure, his eyebrows deeply furrows together. his lips are soft on yours but has intensity far too hot to handle. “s-slow down natsu…” your meek voice trembles in between the heated kisses.

his usual nonchalant complacence crumbles apart. his plump lips glistens once he pulls away, a small string of saliva connecting the two of you. “can’t. sorry. you just taste so damn good.” some darken strands of hair stick to his forehead; he’s dizzy but pushes through to quench his thirst.

╰⪼┆shin kisses you like he’s almost afraid of you. he’s not and he swears by it but the way his body stiffens with his shoulders nearing his ears and rigid lips stilled has you thinking the former. he touches you as if you’re a porcelain doll glossed over with iridescent medium, and that sometimes translates into his fear of messing up.

he gets in his head a lot and stays there. but as the relationship progresses, he gains his confidence within his abilities to please you and once that layer of skin grows, that’s all he dedicates himself to. he’s rough which causes teeth to clash but he’s also sweetly passionate with his movements.

an extremely slow day at sakamoto’s store leads to you on top of the store counter with him between your legs. he disregards the opportunity to flip over the closed sign— the thought of being caught fuelled something dubious inside of him.

his large palms roam from your thighs to grazing over your chest eliciting a choked up gasp from you. he’d become too cocky, perhaps for his own good. his lips moved with delicious vigour against yours, slowly increasing the tempo with every passing second. soft grunts and huffs comes from the blond mixed in with your panting.

“is this too much?” he asked as he departs from your space with antsy eyes. you whine restlessly, “it’s not enough.” you tug at the belt loops of his baggy jeans, pulling him back in your vicinity and his face plants in the crock of your neck instead. suckling and nipping at the delicate skin and swirling his tongue around the area. your whimpers fills his ears like a lullaby.

eventually, his ministrations cause a darken bruise to appear. he ogles at the sight that encourages him to continue but an unfamiliar intruding thought enters his mind. a customer outside was planning on coming in and purchasing pockys. and while shin knows it would be morally ethical to put a stop to your activities, he can’t find the strength to do so. he’s completely and utterly drunk off by your smell and touch; what a bad influence you are.

© mzenins, all rights reserved … feedback is welcomed.

[yvesssssssss]

heya, another idea for request 🤭

what would nagumo, seba and shin react when they see their s/o laying unconsciously covered with a pool of blood and turns out they were just too tired to do anything after the fight and it wasnt their blood at all? 😭

False alarm, real heart attacks

(Nagumo, Seba, and Shin)

Sorry it took a while! I’ve been a bit busy, but I really appreciate you waiting. Hope you enjoy it!

Nagumo Yoichi

Nagumo had seen a lot of disturbing things in his life, but nothing quite made his stomach drop like this. The moment he spotted you on the ground, limp, surrounded by an alarming amount of blood, his usual smirk vanished.

He sprinted over, hands trembling as he turned you onto your back. "Oi, oi, sweetheart, not funny—" His voice wavered. He was pressing down on your shoulder before realizing—

Wait. There weren’t any wounds. The blood was fresh, but—

A groggy groan left your lips. "Mmm… Yoichi?"

Nagumo blinked. "What the hell?"

You barely lifted your head, your energy drained. "Not mine…" You sighed. "Just… tired."

Nagumo stared at you, then at the bodies scattered around. Then back at you. Then back at the blood.

A beat of silence passed.

Then, he let out a breathy laugh, part relieved, part incredulous. "You're unbelievable, y'know that?" He ran a hand through his hair before flopping beside you. "Here I was about to start planning my villain arc."

You managed a tired chuckle. "Sorry… nap first, then explanations."

"Fair, fair." He slung an arm around you, resting his head on yours. "Next time, at least send a text before you traumatize me, alright?"

Natsuki Seba

Natsuki was already sprinting the moment he saw you lying there, unmoving. His breath hitched, his chest tightened, and all he could hear was the pounding of his heart.

"No—no, no, no, no." He slid to his knees, hands hovering over your blood-soaked form. His fingers trembled as he tried to check for wounds, panic clouding his thoughts.

Then he noticed it. Your breathing—still steady. No visible injuries. The blood… wasn't coming from you.

"...What?" His voice was barely a whisper.

Your eyes cracked open, and you blinked up at him sluggishly. "Mafuyu?"

"Do I look like that little gremlin to you?" He snapped, voice shaky. His hands clenched into fists before he exhaled sharply. "What the hell,

Y/N?!"

You let out a tired hum. "Just… tired. Too much fighting."

Natsuki buried his face in his hands, exhaling another shaky breath. "You're gonna give me a heart attack one day, I swear."

You patted his knee weakly. "Sorry… love you though."

"...Yeah, yeah." He muttered, cheeks dusted pink. "Just—don't ever pull this again, got it?"

Shin Asakura

The seconf Shin turned the corner and saw you, his heart stopped.

"—Y/N!!"

His mind went blank. No thoughts, just pure panic as he dropped to his knees beside you, hands shaking as he reached out.

He couldn't hear anything. Not the bodies around you, not the wind, not his own rapid heartbeat. He was so focused on trying to sense you, your thoughts, your pain—

Then he caught something.

"Ugh, too much work… can't move. Gonna sleep."

Shin froze.

He blinked, then cautiously placed a hand on your cheek. You stirred slightly.

"You're… alive?" His voice cracked.

"Mm… yeah," you muttered, eyes half-lidded. "Jus' sleepy."

Shin inhaled sharply, pressing his forehead against yours as his whole body sagged in relief. "I hate you so much right now," he mumbled, voice thick with emotion.

You hummed. "Love you too."

"...You are never fighting alone again," he grumbled, wrapping his arms around you tightly, blood be damned.

[gakukitty]

— CRUSHING x sakadays

summary . what does it look like when the both of you are crushing on each other?

wc . 1.6k

cw . nothing much to be worried about !! not edited, so sorry for any mistakes / things thst don’t add up

the characters areee : shin asakura , kei uzuki , nagumo yoichi , heisuke mashimo , natsuki seba , gaku , shishiba

masterlist ౨ৎ

shin asakura

oblivious scale : 7 . shin’s obviously got some insider info on what you’re feeling, but he’s surprisingly oblivious. i feel like he’d feel suupppeer guilty for reading your mind— that and he always gets distracted whenever he has a chance to hear any important thoughts that could give him an idea of how you feel about him. next time, for sure, shin thinks— and the next time he’s already fighting back the urge to bash his head against the wall in both nervousness and embarrassment, then the opportunity slips away.

hc : constant hand-brushing . shin reeaallly doesn’t mean for it to happen, and he knows that you don’t either— because he can literally hear the way your thoughts stutter and stop for a moment as his fingers lightly brush against yours. he thinks it’s just soooo cute !

hc : all of your favorite things find themselves in your hands . he knows exactly what you want and what you like. ‘oh man, that keychain is so cute.’ you think to yourself— and in the following days, shin is suddenly holding out that exact same keychain for you with flushed cheeks.

kei uzuki

oblivious scale : 4 . he most definitely knows that you have some type of feelings for him— kei can understand that much. but either way, he still feels just a little unsure about this all. like, how does he know his mind isn’t playing tricks on him? but he thinks that look on your face is pretty sincere.

hc : constant eye contact . uzuki doesn’t even mean for it to happen. his gaze just naturally meets with yours! sure, he sometimes glances over to your on purpose, but other times it sort of just.. happens.

hc : lingering . the man really likes being close to you, he realises. so it’s only natural that he’s just a little hesitant to leave your side. “bye, uzuki.” “bye, (name).” and the two of you just stand there in silence. and once you finally do walk away from him, albeit a little hesitantly, he stays standing for a few seconds. uzuki stares, dazed, before he finally leaves too.

nagumo yoichi

oblivious scale : 1 . nagumo deeeeffiiinittleyyy knows. he probably knew even before you did! he only feels a little doubt sometimes, but they quickly wash away when he catches a subtle glance from you.

hc : spontaneous visits . he can’t help it! he just wants to be with you allll the tiimmeee. so, don’t be surprised when you hear knocking on your door and nagumo standing there, covered in blood and smiling widely.

hc : casual touching . now, nagumo’s not overbearing at all with his touching at all. sure, he likes to pat your head or your shoulder, maybe hold your hand or poke at your cheek— but he never touches you enough to cross the lines of.. whatever you’ve got going on. he thinks it will stay this way for a while. holding hands but never intertwining fingers. patting your head but never stroking your hair. poking your cheek but never caressing it.

heisuke mashimo

oblivious scale : 9 . this one shouldn’t be too surprising. i mean, this is heisuke we’re talking about. however, he’s surprisingly perceptive at time— but he just doubts himself. you smiled at him? that definitely means you like him, right?! wait, no.. you’d never like a guy like him..

hc : doodling . heisuke isn’t sure how he’s supposed to make a move. the man spends a few days thinking, his thoughts rolling around his head like little marbles as he bashes his forehead against a wall. he doesn’t know what to do!— until he gets it. he finally thought of something. he’ll draw you a portrait! however, when the picture finally finds it’s way to your grasp, you’re not sure if this is supposed to be a threat or a compliment. it’s the thought that counts, so you give heisuke a beaming smile— a smile that makes him want to draw one million more pictures for you if he gets to see that smile again. so, every now and then, heisuke shyly hands you a little paper— or piisuke brings it to you!

extra : doodling . additionally, he likes to draw on your hands. his warm hand grabs yours, the other shakily holding onto a pen. you agreed to let him do this, so it’s okay, he reminds himself. the end product is a little wobbly, but cute!

hc : acts of service . heisuke doesn’t have the funds to buy you expensive and lavish items, so he’s decided to compensate for that by becoming your personal dog. okay, not actually. but he overhears you saying you’re tired? do not worry, heisuke is already on his way to give you a piggy-back-ride! need water? he’s scrambling to share his water bottle with you!

natsuki seba

oblivious scale : 3 . natsuki is pretty sure that he’s got a pretty firm grasp on what you feel of him, judging by the way you linger in his workshop, occasionally asking about him or bring him something. but what if you’re just being friendly? he sighs, figuring that dwelling on it will do no good.

hc : sweet sharing . one thing that the two of you have made a tradition is for you to bring him something sweets sometimes when he’s busy in the workshop. at first, he was a little confused— why is this random person coming here with sweets for him? are they poisoned? but once he realises you’re a friend of shin’s, he guesses you’re probably not the type to do that. so he had some of those for the rest of the day— and just like that, you started to come by more often. he wonders where you get all these sweets from. one day, though, he decides to do something. “(name),” he calls out for you as you move to leave. you glance back at him curiously. “yes?” “stay. let’s share.” natsuki offers, gaze shifting away from the weapon he’s working on and meeting with yours. ever since then, you both share these sweets together.

hc : metal flowers . natsuki is obviously good with metal and stuff like that— so it’s obvious he’d use his skills to impress the person he likes. he works for a few nights, perfectly crafting some roses from metal. he didn’t really feel like buying an actual bouquet— because those wither rather fast— so, he settled with these. he binds a small strip of metal into a bow around the stems of these flowers, and a small, proud smile graces his lips.

gaku

oblivious scale : 0 . gaku absolutely 100% knows about how you feel. he can tell by that little sparkle in your eyes whenever he’s around.

hc : casual closeness . you’re just casually sitting on a couch in the hideout, humming absentmindedly to yourself as you scroll through your phone. that game looks cool, you think. d just as you write down a reminder to buy that game, you feel a figure slide onto the couch beside you. his (very nice and delicious) muscular arm resting on the back of the couch, his forearm just barely brushing against the back of your head. you swear that you feel a chill down your spine. you snap your head to look at the offender— a man named gaku. he just stares blankly, before his lips curve into a lazy smirk. heh. he knew you’d react like that. the man’s definitely not shy to get close. standing behind you, his breath gently fanning over the back of your neck? daily occurrence at this point. linking his arm with yours when he feels like it? easy. resting his chin on your shoulder? why are you so fidgety? oh, why are you getting so flustered when his hand reaches for yours?

hc : annoying touches . gaku thinks you’re really funny when you’re startled. he first realised this when his hand accidentally latched onto the hood of your jacket and tugged you down a little. you yelped, turning around and blinking back at gaku. that’s how he fell in love with these reactions. ever since then, he’s found great pleasure in tugging your hair lightly, pulling you back by the hood of your jacket, pulling your shoes off when you’re sitting down, and other things that he’s noticed you react to. he just gives you a nonchalant shrug when you confront him about it— but the subtle flush on the tips of his ears, and the almost unnoticeable curve of a smile on his lips betrays his enjoyment.

shishiba

oblivious scale : 0 . shishiba knows. he knew since the start.

hc : walking home . the first time you two walked home, it was a rainy night. raindrops were pouring, and the skies were dark and cloudy. you’re way too close to home, so you’d feel bad catching a bus or or taxi. shishiba gives you a side-glance, taking note of your contemplative expression. “i have an umbrella.” he says, his gaze shifting away from yours. “let me walk you home.” shishiba adds, clearing his throat softly. and with that, you both started to walk home together more often. or to the nearest train station, bus stop, etc.

hc : hair ties and hair clips . shishiba once overheard you complaining about your hair bothering you. and he’s definitely noticed it— the way some strands brush against your face in the wind, and the quiet huff that escapes your lips as you attempt to soothe your hair. so, one day, he offers you a hair clip. it’s now become a habit for him to give your hair ties or clips if he notices you becoming particularly agitated by your hair.

[faintrustle]

NAGUMO YOICHI in a black tank top with tattooed biceps showing can kill me any way he pleases.

[frickingnerd]

dating ren & ryuji

pairing: ren amamiya / akira kurusu x gn!reader x ryuji sakamoto

tags: wholesome fluff, established polyamorous relationship, supportive friend!ann, wearing ryuji's shirts & ren's glasses

people always have the wrong idea about ren and ryuji, believing them to be dangerous troublemakers! so when they see how soft the two of them get around you, it confuses the hell out of people!

ren and ryuji both wear their hearts on their sleeves! it's why people end up getting the wrong idea about them, but that also means they're not shy about their feelings for you either!

you'll always be reminded by them how much they love you and care about you! of course, they'll remind each other as well that they care about one another!

the three of you have a group chat with each other, where ryuji always sends silly and wholesome memes that remind him of you and ren!

ann is the biggest supporter of your relationship and while she was ryuji's friend first, she's always on your side and makes sure the boys (mostly ryuji) treat you well!

and he does! ryuji loves to borrow you his graphic t-shirts, his heart melting everytime you wear one of them!

he's not really the type to know what kind of romantic gifts to make his partner, so lending you his clothes is his way of showing affection!

ren also likes to make you wear his glasses, whenever you're wearing ryuji's shirts, so you can have something from both of them!

the two boys got pictures of you in ryuji's shirt and ren's glasses as their lockscreens and like to show off those pictures to the other phantom thieves, to gush about how cute you are!

[ringmemiamoney]

Shin Asakura watches from afar, glaring at the spike-y-haired man.

He’s not jealous, nope not one bit, he’s perfectly fine with how CLOSE Heisuke was getting with you and it’s not like he’s sitting in front of the register with his arms crossed over his chest and his glares burning holes at the oblivious man’s face. You two yap away—topic switching from one thing to another as you finish stalking up the shelves. Piisuke on your shoulders—chirping here and there in your ear. Shin is all for privacy when it comes to reading minds but he can’t help but read Heisuke—concatenation until he hears Heisuke's own monologue.

‘Yo! We really have a lot in common! I should totally ask her out!’

Shin's eyes start to twitch, pushing himself up as he hurriedly walks towards the pair. “You are not asking my girlfriend on a date! Go ask some other girl!”

Girlfriend…..

You shin were at the start of your relationship—still trying to figure out what you two were and what made you two feel comfortable. So when the word girlfriend slipped out of his mouth—he regretted it, glancing down at you, scared to see your reaction to the sudden outburst, and you who only had a smile on your face. Shin feels himself relax a bit until he remembers why he wasn’t.

“Woah man!” Heisuke stumbles back, and Piisuke flys off your shoulder and onto Heisuke. “I didn’t know you two were a thing, my bad yo!”

“Yeah well know you know!”

He apologized to both of you as you handed him a bag full of buns, Heisuke happily accepted them, already digging into one as he spoke up.

“You’re so nice y/n!” He smiles, crumbs covering the corners of his lips “It's a shame Shin beat me to asking you out!”

“Watch it!” Shin says angrily, you let out a breathy laugh.

Sooner or later you say your goodbye to the sniper and you watch as he leaves your vision before turning your attention to Shin, who’s ignoring your gaze. ‘Don’t ignore me shin’

He feels a shiver down his spine, quickly turning around to stare at you “I’m not ignoring you, just—just fixing up the isle real quick”

You hum suspiciously, and eye him carefully. You have fun with his ESP most of the time, and sometimes Shin regrets telling you. ‘So girlfriend? I didn’t think you had it in you shinny’

“Drop it” he groans, glaring at you over his shoulder “and drop that nickname too, it’s cheesy”

“But you like it” you tease him and you find yourself hovering over him from behind “So does that mean I get to call you my boyfriend now?”

Shin speaks before he thinks turning around quickly to find himself chest-to-chest with you as he answers

“Yes!” The sudden outburst has you stunned and he turns red, stumbling back a bit trying to play it cool.

“I mean yeah sure if you’re comfortable with it”

[iridescentrays]

warning: possible spoilers from manga

masterlist ꩜ next chap

Now this was weird.

You were a diligent student at the JCC. You never tried pulling attention to yourself, and only the teachers really knew who you were. Being aware of your surroundings especially helped in lowering your profile to others. It gives you the high ground to know who was plotting, where they were, etc etc…

So why the hell was Nagumo staring at you?

He was one of the most popular guys at school (along with Akao and Sakamoto of course). Mostly infamous screwing off with his friends’ shenanigans, he was at the center of attention.

Something you would like to avoid.

It didn’t help that you somehow keep running into him everyday. His pretty face was too overbearing, and trying to avoid the spotlight was getting near to impossible.

Especially during this class, Nagumo’s eyes bore into the side of your head, oblivious to the fact you can tell he’s staring.

It was like you were a prick, an eyesore, a stain on a brand new t-shirt…you couldn’t tell!!! His poise revealed nothing besides the fact he was attentively staring at you instead of the teacher’s review for the final.

It was not like you could call him out, without letting everyone in the room know you existed.

“Uhh… you in the back”

The teacher called out you for the question on the board. ‘Something about poisons…’

The only redeemable factor of this class was that it was easy.

Ignoring all the weirdos in the room, and yes thats including Nagumo and his gang, the subject was straightforward and you just plug the missing factors into the formula (which flew over the heads of some).

Getting up and writing the answer on the board, the teacher praised you, using you as an example on what he expects in a star student.

In the corner of your eye, Rion who sat to Nagumo kept nudging him. She whispered something into his ear, which he glared and looked away, returning his focus on you.

‘How long does he plan to stare…’

The way Rion was snickering in your direction, Sakamoto covering his face in shame, and of course the way Nagumo’s eyes never left you, made you anxious.

‘What happens if they’re plotting for a way to kill me??!!’

They definitely seem like the bully type. Maybe it’ll be those high school cliches where they would stuff the nerd into the trashcan if they didn’t give them the answers! But it’s not that’s gonna happen right? right!!?

Suppressing your worries flopped the minute you felt the whole group stare at you and whispered. It didn’t help that Sakamoto pointed at you with Rion joining in…and the fact the Nagumo was getting out of his seat right now…walking towards you?

oh hell no

“Hey! I was wonde—“

The bell rang, signaling the time for the next class. You used the momentarily shock of Nagumo to rush out of the classroom and probably plan for safety gear for tomorrow.

Thanks to your great perception, you escaped being a victim of bullying!

However, what you failed to notice was the faint blush on Nagumo’s cheeks every time he looked at you.

“HAHAHAH SHE TOTALLY LEFT YOUR ASS”

Nagumo groaned in frustration, “Its because you kept distracting me…”

“Maybe she just doesn’t like you”. Rion laughed and slung her arm around Sakamoto’s neck. “YUP! looks like you won’t be getting your study girlfriend anytime soon!!”

“I hate you guys”

MISSION STATUS: UNSUCCESSFUL