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have your cake and eat it, baby it’s your birthday !

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New Sakamoto Days illustration!

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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

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nagumo has your legs slung over his shoulder, pounding his fat cock into you, eyes rolling to the back of his head. your hands are cuffed over you, chained to the headboard and the most sweetest and most pathetic of whines stumbling from your lips. he's never heard you like this before, but god he's already addicted to it.

little tears prick at your lash lines as he continues to abuse your weeping pussy, an almost sadistic smile sprawled across his face as he rips the most prettiest of moans from you. he digs his nails into the supple flesh of your thighs, snapping his hips into you and his globular tip kissing your cervix so perfectly. he's relishing in the way you look writhing beneath him and how your poor pussy is squelching and squeezing him.

"i see why you like being in control," he sighs, slowing his pace down, taking his cock nearly all the way out before slamming back into you which has your breath hitching in your throat. "you look so pretty like this."

you're straining against the cuffs, not used to him taking the reins. but even you have to admit, he looks so sexy, grunting and groaning gruffly, his brows knitted together as he abuses your velvety pussy. you're clenching him and milking him for what he's worth. your gummy walls keep wrapping around him, feeling every vein and ridge of his thick cock. just the thought of him so domineering has your pussy soaking wet and that's only riling him up even more.

he could get used to this, for sure.

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hey bbygirl wacha goin tonight 😜😜😜

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*ੈ‧₊༺ "AND GIVE ME THE NIGHT AND DAY,"

characters: kaji ren (wbk) x f!reader contents: nsfw mdni !! oral (f!receiving), slight somno + overstim, cum eating, hair pulling wc ~ 700 (not proofread! just a bunch of hornknee word vomit)

a/n: title inspo from 365 by zedd & katy perry! to all my moots who have been enabling ryekaji the past week, i love u guys sm

you feel the blankets rustle around you, a sudden gush of wind causing your thighs to twitch in the cold. the room is still dark as your eyes flutter awake, the silhouette looming over your bottom half freezing when you furrow your eyebrows in your sleep-induced state.

“ren…?”

the absence of his headphones and a sucker in his mouth makes him feel quite out of place, though then again the reason he’s here in the first place is to remediate one of those problems…

kaji falters, metallic eyes taking note of the hoodie you’re wearing, one that you’d undoubtedly stolen from his wardrobe. the piece of clothing engulfs you in an endearing heap, the hem of it brushing against the middle of your thighs where the lack of pants only seems to make him swallow at nothing.

from where he’s kneeling on the bed, his gaze drifts back up to yours, “sorry, i–” he hesitates for a second, “can i…?” kaji wordlessly glances down at the apex of your thighs, and your heavily lidded eyes give a single bleary blink before you speak. “go ahead,” the affirmation washes over him like a wispy cloud lulled by the morning breeze.

he wastes no time, lowering himself to slowly lick a stripe up your bare pussy. the moment his tongue makes contact with your cunt, a moan is pulled out of your mouth, soft and breathy as you tiredly throw your head back against the pillow. he starts off slow, all smooches and kitten-licks over your mound. he’s gentle with his ministrations, extremely so that you’re beginning to fall back asleep from his touch.

your hand reaches towards him just as he laps at your dripping heat, reverently running your fingers through his blonde strands. the sound of continuous wet slurps echoes in the room, kaji’s eyes almost drooping shut as if savouring the taste of your juices.

“ren– mmhn…” you whimper into the pillow beneath your head as his tongue dives into your twitching hole, slick gushing past his moistened lips. his nose repeatedly bumps against your clit every time he switches from thrusting into you and flicking the tip of his tongue along your slits, your debauched sounds getting louder and louder as time passes.

kaji grunts as he curls his tongue, trying to take every drop of your sticky mess as much as he can. he eats at you like a man starving, drinking you up like you’re the only thing he’s ever craved to taste.

the coil in your stomach builds faster, your legs tensing beside his head before he presses his palms on the back of your thighs to spread you wider for him. “o-oh god, i’m close,” you gasp as your back arches from the mattress below, which only seems to spur him on. he fervently sucks and laps at your cunt, sensing you quivering on his tongue.

not a second later, you convulse under him, lips parting and eyes snapping shut as your orgasm rips through your whole body. you grip tighter on his hair, kaji’s name falling from your lips in a keening cry of pleasure.

oversensitivity starts to seep in when kaji doesn’t relent, his mouth still latched onto your soaked pussy. you protest with a slurred whine, pushing at his shoulder and trying to buck your hips away. “ren– ren! ‘s enough,”

he gives one last intense slurp and a loud prolonged suck at your swollen clit, causing you to yelp and only then does he pull away. it’s a habit kaji had grown accustomed to whenever you’re forcing him away from the sweet nectar between your thighs, much like how he’d begrudgingly pull out his lollipops on several occasions.

“‘m sorry, ‘m sorry. you just taste so good,” he rasps, not bothering to wipe away the shine on his chin from the mixture of his spit and your cum as he peppers butterflies kisses on the inside of your thighs. kaji revels in the way your hand is still sifting through his already disheveled hair, albeit weakly as he watches you eventually go back to your much needed slumber.

a pretty thing like you, letting him have such a sweet little treat. kaji should probably think of something to gift to you in the morning.

taglist open !

thought abt this like literally in the middle of my exam and i had to get it down asap right after i got back wtf Wtf someone get this man away from me!!! (don't pls )

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Reader begging Nagumo to cum in her, repeatedly, like: "please cum in me, cum in me, please just cum in me, cum in me ,cum in me, please!" 🫣

I'm melting rn

He loves it, although he will tease you a little bit about it.

"You want me to? Most would be embarrassed to say that but...ah, you're so honest. So cute. Mm-hm, I will cum in you as much as you want. If you change your mind, just tell me."

Where you two are holding hands you would tighten your grip and despite being out of breath and pulled taunter than a bowstring-

"I'll tell you." You hold his gaze when you say this and he feels like his heart is thumping out of his chest.

Nagumo melts on top of you and quickens his thrusts. He muffles his coos of affection by pressing his face into your hair. The unabashed way you state your desire just -does something- to him, it makes his whole cock tingle. There's an element of wrongness to him being so intimate with you- he is so fraudulent. His existence, which he chose, is based on deceit. Somehow he worries that cumming in you might make you more like him but at this rate he wonders if it's the opposite. Does soaking himself in your cum and sweat make him more honest? Will he lose the competitive niche he has held that has kept him alive? The thrill of it is understated, that you are both so different he can't help but fantasize about changing you- or even more dangerous, you changing him. He wouldn't want you to start lying to him, so he shouldn't cum in you. You are probably his last intimate relationship for life- he just can't imagine being with someone else. And he loves fucking you so much. If he never got to cum in you then it would be fine, as long as he can keep making you cum on his cock. That way you won't pick up his nature, he can continue to admire you as the sincere person you are. He really shouldn't cum in you.

"Of course, of course. As much as you want. Ah, you're so cute. You're so cute."

But he can't say no to you even in the midst of sexual delusion.

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Nagumo is just… so good

SUCH a great character. The way he lies so smoothly—perfection. I love him. Damn it… this wasn’t supposed to happen…

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slow realization that Rion never got to visit the aquarium that day. She was really looking forward to it ;_;

She really wanted to visit the aquarium after the mission. If only things went right that day, the four of them could have gone together T_T

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I just read your domestic Nagumo x pregnant fem reader 🤭

I want to request angst about it

Angst and one-shot

Like suddenly theres a assasin who knows he have a wife and his wife is pregnant with his baby, then the assassin know where she live.

Then the assasin killed her with the baby in her stomach, when sakamoto or shin go to the house they found her already dead.

Imagine nagumo's reaction about this

No tomorrow

—nagumo yoichi

Good morning and enjoy!!💞

Nagumo came home just after sunset.

He had a stupid little bouquet in his hand, pink and yellow flowers you probably would’ve teased him for. He knew they weren’t the kind you liked, but he picked them anyway because they reminded him of the way your cheeks flushed when you laughed. In the other hand, he held those sweets you’d been craving. The really sugary ones that made him pull a face every time, but you loved them.

He was ready to be scolded gently for being late. Ready to wrap his arms around you and feel your belly pressed between you both. He had even thought of something cheesy to say, something like “You’re glowing more than the streetlights.” He would’ve said it, too.

But the door was open.

And the house was too quiet.

The second he stepped inside, something cold twisted in his gut. The air was wrong. Heavy. Still.

Then he saw you.

You were lying there.

On the floor.

Your eyes were closed like you were napping, but your lips were pale, and your skin—

No. No. No.

His hands dropped everything. He stumbled, crashing to his knees beside you, reaching out but not knowing where to touch. You were cold.

Your hand rested on your belly like you were trying to protect the baby. His baby.

His heart beat so loudly it drowned out his own thoughts.

He pressed his head against your stomach. Nothing.

No movement. No heartbeat.

You were both gone.

He didn't scream. He couldn't. The grief was too big, too dense. It crushed his lungs before sound could escape. He rocked back, holding you in his arms like maybe he could anchor your body, keep it from drifting away forever.

He whispered your name. Then again. Again. Like maybe repetition could rewind time. Like maybe the universe would feel guilty and give you back.

Sakamoto and Shin arrived minutes later, faces pale as they froze in the doorway. Sakamoto stepped back, turning away. Shin looked like he wanted to say something, but the pain bleeding out of Nagumo was too thick to get through.

“Get out,” Nagumo whispered. Voice cracked. Broken.

They didn’t argue. They left him with you.

He stayed on the floor for hours. Maybe days. He didn’t eat. Barely moved. At some point, his fingers brushed your ring, and he kissed it like a prayer. The smallest part of him still hoped you'd wake up, tease him for crying like a kid.

But you never did.

The coroner came. Took you away.

Nagumo watched them drive off with you in a black van, and something inside him snapped.

The world blurred.

And then it burned.

The assassin didn’t last long. Nagumo didn’t make it quick. He didn’t want to.

They had known. Known you were pregnant. Known you were innocent. Known everything.

And they still put a blade in your heart.

He left their body where others would find it—unrecognizable. It wasn’t about sending a message. It was about justice. It was about making sure they couldn’t hurt anyone else.

But vengeance didn’t soothe anything.

The house was still empty.

The crib you picked out still sat unused in the corner.

The baby clothes were folded. Unworn.

And your slippers stayed by the door, waiting for feet that would never step into them again.

Nagumo stood in the doorway some nights, just staring at your side of the bed. He left the pillows the way you arranged them. Left your half of the closet untouched. He didn’t talk to anyone. Didn’t take missions. Didn’t care about anything else.

He just kept hearing your laugh. Feeling your fingers brush his hair. The ghost of your kiss still lingering on his cheek.

Sometimes he swore he felt a kick.

But it was only memory.

And memory was the cruelest thing he had left.

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INKS & SIPS

𝓈ummary ʚଓ nagumo knows how much you love his tattoos — he finds out just how much.

𝒸ontent ʚଓ pure smut! teeny bit mean & degrading nagumo. squirting. pussy slapping :p

✉️ ྀི . . someone asked if i write for sakadays & the answer now is YES!

it hadn't gone unnoticed by nagumo — the way your eyes linger on the ink that's drawn on his skin; the way your fingers softly trace over his tattooed knuckles; the way you're subtly squeezing your thighs together every time you catch a glimpse of his arms.

"jeez, you really like my tattoos huh?," he coos from in between your legs, two of his fingers knuckles deep in your already sopping pussy. he's curling them inside you, torturing you with how agonisingly slow he's going. he places a gentle kiss to your clit which makes you whimper softly, bucking your hips in attempts to get more pleasure — just anything!

"practically salivating every time you looked at them," he says, licking a long strip over your folds. you squirm when he does so, whining hopelessly at how much you need him to do something more. his fingers begin moving in and out, your juices coating his digits which makes his dick twitch at the sight. he has to hold himself back from devouring you then and there, wanting to tease you for longer.

"you're so pathetic," he says, pulling out his fingers completely from your cunt and giving it a small slap. you shudder at the contact, whining and squirming. he gives you another one, harder than the last. "you dirty little girl," he drawls out, shoving his fingers back inside you.

"hngh — nagumo," you sob. "please. i can't take it anymore."

he smirks while he pushes his digits in and out of you, deep and slow, stretching you out and spreading his fingers inside you. he circles his tongue around your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure on it, just the way you like it. your cute moans ring in his ears, making him groan against your drenched pussy.

"you're such a needy thing," he purrs, his fingers sliding in and out of you faster and harder, hitting that sweet spot of yours that has your back arching off the bed. "so desperate for me huh? all riled up just from seeing my tattoos."

you whimper in response, hands coming to tug on his hair harshly. that shit-eating grin spreads across his face as he buries himself in between your thighs, sucking and slurping all over you. your moans echo throughout the room, higher pitched and louder than before.

he continues his assault on your pussy, licking and devouring your juices, savouring the way you tasted on his lips. he thrusts his fingers in and out of you, pace never faltering and kissing you right where you wanted him to. his tongue flicks up and down, right and left, just all over your sweet, little clit. the pleasure is too much for you, your throat turning hoarse from how you're crying and screaming out of pure bliss.

you feel that familiar tight coil in your lower abdomen, but it feels different this time around. it feels as if you're going to burst. "n-nagumo," you croak out. "'m gonna, gonna—"

before you can finish your sentence, your orgasm washes over you. but it's not how it usually is — you squirt everywhere, splashing him in his face, soaking the sheets below, tainting the shirt he's wearing as well. the greedy, filthy man that he is, he's lapping up every last drop, not letting a single one go to waste.

he slides his digits out of you, your pussy squelching at the loss. he gives you a tender kiss to your clit before bringing himself up to your face, giving you a taste of yourself. he pulls away from your plump lips, licking the sides of his own. he chuckles impishly as he practically purrs in your ears, "think you can do that again for me?"

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