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13:34 - asakura shin sfw | fem!reader, she/her pronouns used 1.3k words

there she is again.

shin watches you enter the convenience store, grocery list floating around in your thoughts. cooking oil that your mother has requested that you buy (she's the reason you're out on this inconvenient convenience store trip, you were hoping to spend the day lounging around at home). your favorite brand of strawberry milk that you might as well get since you're out. your sister's favorite brand of potato chips that she texted you to get for her.

just like the past few times since he had first seen you in the store, you're just as pretty as ever. you've got this bored look on your face, one riddled with annoyance due to your mother, but shin finds it cute.

he smiles when the two of you make brief eye contact, one that lasts just barely over a second, a smile not only at you but also the fact that you looked his way in the first place.

sakamoto, adept as ever at reading facial expressions, doesn't need clairvoyance to understand that shin's taken an interest in the girl perusing the store. sakamoto watches shin's lovestruck face, his eyes nearing the shape of hearts and his cheeks and ears dusted with pink all over.

'how cute,' sakamoto thinks. he reminisces of the time he first fell in love with aoi, a picturesque love at first sight, set in a convenience store just like this. his story seems to be the opposite of shin's, where the store clerk, now, is the one who's fallen for the customer.

immediately, shin turns to face sakamoto, who's got a blank stare as he slurps on his nissin ramen. "sakamoto...!! i heard that!"

again, sakamoto remains blank-faced.

then, shin sighs. "it's not like i can do anything about it. i'm a worker and she's a customer. it'd be weird for me to make a move, don't you think?"

'not exactly,' sakamoto thinks. he looks down at his watch. it's almost 2 pm. 'your shift is almost up anyways, shin. lu and heisuke should be arriving soon.'

"huh? i thought i don't get out 'til 5 pm, though."

in response, sakamoto just stares at shin until he understands. then, he blushes. "oh..."

then, some rustling occurs from the other side of the counter. "excuse me... i'm ready to pay."

it's you.

sakamoto takes a step back and lets shin be the one to ring up your items.

you lay all of your items out on the counter haphazardly, all over the place. it's sort of silly in shin's eyes, knowing your thoughts behind it. 'agh, my sister seriously wanted five bags of these chips... and mom, does she really need three bottles of cooking oil? they better both pay me back as soon as possible.'

you look down meekly. 'please don't judge me,' you think, 'i just want to go back home.'

shin is silent. is now the time to strike up a conversation? should he be 100% professional and remain quiet? he's getting more and more flustered, so much so that he can't focus and rings up four bags of chips instead of five. he's feeling the same amount of stress as he would during an assassination mission.

"um... i think you need to scan one more bag of chips," you say.

you spoke to him. your voice is cute. you're cute.

just as quiet as your thoughts, he responds with a simple "...oh, you're right. sorry."

then, he hears a blessing.

'he's cute...'

after keeping his eyes down for so long, he glances up at you, who's already staring back at him. you're a little shocked from how sudden he looked up. especially with after that one little thought of yours, you may as well think he could read your thoughts.

you swallow dryly, flustered with his brief yet intense glance.

'he's finally the one scanning my items. it's always the guy behind him,' you think. you look up at his apron to read his name tag. 'shin...'

shin blushes heavily. it takes a great amount of effort for him to ask, "do you need a bag?"

"yes, please."

then, you're carrying 4 bags out the door, saying a "thank you, have a good day!" over your shoulder. despite carrying mainly bags of potato chips, what you're carrying is quite heavy and is slowing down your walking. even if the walk is only ten minutes, you think you may need to stop halfway to give your hands a rest.

you hear a faint "wait!" from behind you. when you turn around, it's the cute store clerk jogging up towards you.

"hey," he says, not even out of breath. he hasn't gotten an apron on, but you remember his name-- shin. "do you need help carrying your bags?"

you don't answer his question, and instead you ask one yourself. "aren't you supposed to be working right now?" it's not a question out of annoyance or malice, but pure curiosity.

"oh," shin says nervously, "sakamoto let me end my shift early. business is slow today, anyways."

you silently cheer to yourself. shin can hear the fireworks go off in your mind, and he has to do the best he can from confessing right then and there.

you give him two of your bags, beaming at him. "okay, then. my place isn't far from here."

the two of you walk side by side, and it's a silent walk. you're both keeping silly little grins to yourselves. yours is due to the cute store clerk helping you out, and shin is smiling because he can hear all of your thoughts; his feelings are not unrequited.

you break the silence first. "you're shin, right? i saw it on your name tag."

"yep, that's me. and you are...?"

you give him your name, and it's a beautiful name. you're beautiful.

"it's nice to meet you, shin."

he blushes. "nice to meet you, too."

"y'know, my mom wanted me to get all these groceries, but she wanted me to go to the grocery store downtown. she insisted i didn't go to sakamoto's, even though it's closer, 'cause it's 'too dangerous.'" you laugh to yourself. "pfft, ridiculous, right? i decided to go to sakamoto's 'cause..."

'because of the cute store clerk i'm talking to right now,' you think. 'wait, that's a little too personal, especially since we just met.'

shin smiles slyly, turning to you. "because...?"

"ah, i forgot."

shin nudges your shoulder with his, laughing. "you were definitely gonna say something, say it!"

you laugh, too. "no, no! i actually forgot!"

he can hear you affirm to yourself, 'he's so easy to get along with. i want to keep talking to him, but we're almost home...'

you stop in your tracks and turn to him. "we're almost at my place, it's just a couple houses down. i can take the bags from here."

he silently gives you the bags, a pout forming on his face. it's almost as if shin is trying to tell you he doesn't want to go just yet. "can i at least walk you there?"

you giggle. "sure."

by the time you reach the gate to your house, the sun is setting. "well, here's my place. thank you so much for helping me out. i really appreciate it."

both you and shin lean against the gate. he huffs out a laugh, trying to play himself as nonchalant. "it was nothing. i'm glad i got to meet you."

as the two of you are beginning to say your farewells, there's a whisper that hushes all around the two of you, stemming from your thoughts. 'please, ask me out. please, ask me out.'

shoving his hands in his pockets, looking up at the sky so as not to show you his flustered face, shin starts, "so, uh..."

you look up at him, a glistening hope in your eyes.

"would you want to get crepes some time?"

#sakamoto days x reader #shin asakura x reader #shin asakura #sakamoto days

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02:32 - choso

nsfw: vaginal fingering | proceed with caution

if you knew that you'd see your ex-boyfriend at the party you were going to with your friends, you would have tidied up your face a little nicer.

if, by some miracle, you knew that you'd be bringing him over for the night after the both of you drunkenly confessed that you missed each other, you would have tidied up your room a little nicer. thankfully, you had made your bed, which the two of you now lay on, sober, with your right sides being sunken into the soft mattress.

choso lays a distance so close to you that it almost feels like the two of you never had broken up in the first place. he lays so close that you could feel the beginnings of a hard-on pressing up against your ass.

you can almost feel him want to wrap his arms around you, but he doesn't, so one arm is resting uncomfortably below his torso, and the other close to his pecs, where he can feel his heart beating faster and faster.

this is hard.

he is hard.

if he hadn't changed since the two of you were last together, he must be red-faced by now. blushing like a madman, worse than a drunken flush, with maybe bits of blood seeping from the scar on his nose. he's a bashful lover, nervous of intimacy and scared of what's next.

maybe it's to save him from the embarrassment, or maybe it's because you gave into your wants. whatever may be the reason, you decide to give into choso's silent plea and give him what he wants. you bend your knees, and your ass digs into choso's crotch.

you grind your hips against his, and in that brief moment, choso's heart stops. he thinks to himself, 'could this really be happening? the girl i've longed for, coming back to me?'

his mind stops, too, as he grabs your hips with his free hand, the one previously resting near his pecs, and truly begins to dry hump you. his hand wanders, dragging from your hip until he dips below your shirt, which serves as the only barrier between you and him, and touches your warm, soft skin. he reaches your breast, and holds it in his large hand, kneading it and playing with your nipple in between his fingers.

the only sounds heard are the heavy breathing coming from the both of you. neither of you want to release that god-forsaken moan, the telling sign of want, the song that screams, "i want you back." pride shuts your mouth closed, but desire dares to pry it open.

bashfully, choso rests his forehead on the nape of your neck. to him, this is as intimate he can get as your ex-boyfriend. his face is red, but the darkness of the room masks it for him.

he gets the consent he needs when you grab his wrist that plays with your chest and bring his hand down, below the waistband of your velvet shorts. you rest his thick fingers dangerously close to the opening of your pussy, and choso feels you pulsing before him. you're slightly bucking your hips toward his hand.

"just finger me already," you whisper.

pressing his forehead against your shoulder and his fingers against the entrance to your pussy, he whispers back in your ear, "okay."

then, he plunges his fingers in, sinking them into your wet cunt and immediately you thrust your hips up onto his hand. it's all so familiar, choso thinks as he curves his fingers: the tightness of your pussy, your heavy breathing, and the painful ache of his dick, needing to be relieved.

still, you don't dare release a moan, but what comes close to one is a sigh. "ah..." you sing quietly.

then it's in and out, in and out, where his fingers drag all the way out so that only the pads of his fingers remain inside, and he immediately shoves them back inside. all the while, his thumb circles your clit, spelling out his name.

it's the way you like it, just as he remembers.

you like it so much that your hips are moving to the rhythm of the motions of choso's fingers and every heavy breath you make sound more and more like a moan. then, desire pries his name out of the recesses of your heart, where you still truly love him, and into your mouth when you moan, "oh, choso...!"

he moans your name, lowly and almost resembling a growl. it sounds predatory and territorial, as if he's reclaiming you as his. 'fuck,' he thinks, 'i missed this.'

"ah, ah, choso..." you moan out again, "please don't stop, it feels so good, please, ah.."

you've always been vocal with him, just as he remembers, just as he wants you to be. he loves this about you.

"tell me how much you want it, baby," he whispers into your ear. he's much quieter, for no reason but to hear your moans.

"i want it— ah! so bad, ah! choso, please, i want you, i want you, i want—"

then you're cumming all over his fingers. your back is arched, your head resting upon choso's clavicle, so much so that if you tilt your head up you can see him look back down at you with the most adoring look in his eyes. your pussy quivers, spasming with choso's fingers still in you.

you both lay like that for a while, with you trying to catch your breath and choso trying to catch his mind, which is off running one hundred miles an hour, thousands of thoughts running through his head. you want him back?

you turn to face choso.

soberly, you tell him in earnest, "i missed you."

he hugs you. "i missed you too, baby."

#choso x reader #choso kamo x reader #choso jjk x reader #jjk x reader #choso smut

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