Nanbaka Oneshots

Samon x Guard!Reader

You held your bag close to you as you walked out of the guard room, covering your chest. Your bra had broke under your shirt, and while luckily, only Kiji was there, it was still a little embarrassing. Actually, it was very embarrassing.

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"Do you wear satin cups (Y/N)?" He had asked you.

"Why is it any of your business?"

"I'm just curious, that's all," he said as he held up his hands. "And besides, there really expensive, tell me do they work well?"

You blushed softly. "Maybe, and besides I sew them myself so I save some money." Then after realizing what you said, you turned bright red. "But not like that! I don't sew lingerie and stuff! That would be weird!"

"Too late, you can't take it back." He hummed, pulling makeup from his pockets.

"You're such a little weasel!" You shouted.

He smirked while applying his lipstick, knowing he had the upper hand. You were starting to think he liked his smile a little too much. "Do you sew panties too? Garterbelts?" He snapped his compact mirror closed.

"No!"

"I think the real question I should be asking is if you sew your panties with crotches or not." He says. "I mean, after all, youre legs are a little bit too closed under your skirt."

"If I'm around you any longer I'm going to lose my cool." You huff, "enjoy your lunch break alone." You walked out, and looked down, only to find your nipple just peaking out of your bra. Fucking great you thought to yourself. You covered your chest with your purple lunch bag and walked to the monitoring room for building thirteen.

"Hey Seitoro!" You said.

"Oh hey (F/n), I thought you went to eat lunch in the guard room," Seitoro said.

"I mean I did," you started, "but Kiji mad fun of me so I'm back." You sighed and sat down, turning in the office chair away from Seitoro. He turned the damned thing back and looked at you.

"What's going on?"

You go to turn it away again. "My bra broke. And I need to fix it, but theres only one womans restroom, and its thirty minutes by train from here so I can't really go right now."

"Oh!" He says with a blush. "Let me give you some privacy so you can do it here! Make sure cell thirteen doesnt try anything okay?"

"You're the best Seitoro." And you smile at him as he walks out the door. You stand up and unbutton your shirt at the top, and go to pull the cup back over your breast. It stays like that for two seconds before sliding back. Damn it I left the bra on too tight. You look up at the screens, only to find a door opening in one of them. Cell thirteen. Four prisoners sneak out. The usual.

"Seitoro, cell 13 is pulling a stunt again, heading towards hallway ten as we speak!" You call to your friend.

"I'm informing Hajime now!" He shouts back.

You reach under your shirt and undo the back, before adjusting the front and redoing it. That did the trick. It was put on a little too tight.

You ran out of the room before heading down the hallway into the training area for building thirteen. And there they were. Standing there confused. Samon and Hajime were at the other entrance, effectively blocking the inmates. "I can't believe you pulled a stunt like this!" You shout. "Do you have any idea how much trouble you cause every time you do this! You should be ashamed of yourself. All of you!"

You run forward and grab Nicos hand. "Come on, its time to go back."

Rock looks at you. "I would but I want lunch and we have to wait another hour for it."

"Honestly, you guys, why did I set such high expectations for you," you say, disappointed. And then, Uno and rock run for the entrance you were no-longer blocking. Really, You thought. You, Hajime and Samon go running after them, but Rock trips you.

"I'll never forgive you for this!" You shout at them as you grab the nearest thing to you. It was Nico, and he comes toppling after you. You go to pin his wrist down but he headbutts you in the chin. Nasty, you think to yourself. He goes to get on top by wrapping his arms around your waist and rolling.

Your skirt dislodges but you remain above him. He uses his hands to push your hips up and you widen your legs to maintain balance. "Stop standing there and help me!" You shout. Hajime and Samon just stand there, like idiots.

Nico crawls between your legs to sweet freedom. But theres a problem. His head and crazy hair somehow manage to pull down your skirt.

You look back at Hajime and Samon as he makes his getaway. "You two sure are useless for supervisors huh?" You say sarcastically. They're both bright red.

"Uh, Ms (L/n)," samon says softly.

"What, sir." You say impatiently. The wind blew your hair from under your cap and momentarily he was in awe of your beauty. His face turned even redder while Hajime just covered his eyes. "Is something wrong, sir?" You say. And then you realized how cold you were, in specific, your legs and what's in between. You look down and see the skirt gathered around your ankles.

"I'm going to murder all of you!" You shout as you pull up your skirt. You slip off your heels and run towards the food court, hoping to apprehend cell thirteen.

Hajime looked at Samon before thumping him upside the head. "I cant believe you just stood there and gawked at her panties like a dead fish!"

He rubbed the bump on his head. "To be fair they were crotchless," He muttered.

"And why were you staring long enough to figure that out anyways!"

Samon just looked down in shame. "Cause she's cute."

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You sat down in the break room, finally being able to eat your lunch, which was a salad and a bag of pistachios. Taking a bite of a baby tomato, you look to see Samon and Hajime walking in, deathly quiet.

"Hey uh... Ms. (L/n)", Samon says.

"Good afternoon Supervisor." You say.

He sits down next to you. "Hey um," he rubs the back of his neck. "I wanted to say I was sorry about earlier."

You smile at him. "So did I. I shouldnt have screamed at you like that."

You both flush as you look at each other in the eyes. "Maybe I should take you to that nice tea place you like, just to make it up to you," Samon says.

"Its a date then." You smile. And thats that.

[A/N]

I don't know if I want to be him, or fuck him. Because on one hand, his damn eye-liner and on the other hand LITTERALLY EVERYTHING ELSE! Thanks for coming to my TED-talk.

ALSO IT FUCKING DID IT AGAIN AND THIS ONE HAS TWO PAGES OF DIALOGOE FUCK. I WANT TO KMS OH LORDS ALMIGHTY.