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A Condition Called Love [Tokyo Revengers]

|| Tokyo Revengers ||(Almost follows the canon storyline of TR & is up-to-date with the manga.)

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Angst.

Warning: Age-gap romance (no smut), blood, gore, strong language, unrequited love.

(I know this is an xOC fic, but you can read it as a self-insert if you like)

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"The depth of the sky's blue color is our love and only over the years will we notice the hue's strength; up close it is as clear as pure water, yet when we see the miles, it is the blue of fairytale dreams. I'm not perfect, but I'd follow you into hell if that's what it took to keep you safe. I am your protector as you are mine, one to shield the other. I'll stay with you as you stay with me, trust in you as you trust in me, and together we'll ride through every storm, waiting to see what the new dawn may bring."

- Shinichiro Sano

~~~~~

(March 14, 1998 - White Day)

"Please be my girlfriend!"

Just now, at a neighborhood park, Shinichiro Sano, an 18-year-old 3rd-year high schooler, also famously known around Tokyo as the commander of the delinquent gang Black Dragons, asked out one of the prettiest girls in his school to be his girlfriend. Within this 18-year of his lifespan, this was the 20th time the Sano boy was confessing his romantic feelings to a girl he liked. It happened previously in the past as well, where he confessed his feelings to different other girls from time to time, but unfortunately for him, got rejected each and every time. Even after seeking out help and advice from his three best friends (Takeomi Akashi, Wakasa Imaushi, and Keizo Arashi aka Benkei), for some reason, none of his confessions ever worked.

But this time, it would work, right? A simple man like Shinichiro can only dream.

"It's been 7 months since we met..." he added with a bashful smile, eyes twinkling in anticipation as he held out a bouquet of red roses and a jewelry box that had an expensive bracelet in it. "So I wanted to make this a special day. Please accept these."

"What are you saying?" the girl in question asked him, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

And hearing that, Shinichiro immediately went stiff on his spot in shock.

"Huh?" he questioned back with a puzzled look on his face before a worried smile curled up to his lips. "Eh? Are you worried about the cost of the bracelet? I have enough to buy one..."

"No, that's not it." the girl replied, slightly shaking her head. "I already have a boyfriend..."

"Huh?! What?!" Shinichiro exclaimed out in shock, his eyes widening even more in fraction, his voice sounding panicked. "Wait... We have gone out so many times for dinners and movies. You took photos with me and exclaimed, "wow, this is fun!". No matter how you look at it, you had feelings for me, right? Or were you faking your happiness all alone?! You even gave me Valentine's chocolate this year!"

"Well, that is because you are my friend. Isn't it obvious?" the girl stated, tilting her head to the side. "And I gave chocolates to all my friends at school, Sano..."

Wow... Now, Shinichiro started to feel like a pathetic loser. He seriously wanted to cry at that moment.

'What's wrong with me?' he thought to himself, wanting his smash his head against a wall in embarrassment.

"Ah, anyway, Sano, I've to go now... It's time to meet my boyfriend. See you later! Bye!"

And it didn't take long before the girl walked away from his line of sight.

"Wait- you must be kidding..." he mumbled to himself, still standing in the middle of the park with those roses and that expensive jewelry in his hands.

Shinichiro Sano got rejected again and this was the 20th time in a row consecutively.

'Just give up, Shin. You're gonna die a virgin.' Takeomi's words which were ringing over and over again in his head weren't helping his situation at all at that moment.

"He got dumped?"

"Ugh, so lame!"

"What about those gifts in his hands?"

"So funny!"

Now even the unknown people in the park who were watching the whole scene get unfolded started to mumble to themselves. People sure can be really mean sometimes.

"Wow, Shin-chan, you're so lame." A familiar feminine voice of a little girl suddenly spoke from behind the Sano boy, causing him to yelp out in surprise before spinning around to face her.

"Nana-chan!" he gasped out, his onyx eyes made contact with her brownish amber ones, finding her standing there with her schoolbag hanging on her shoulders.

Nana Osaki, an 8-year-old little girl who was the same age as Shinichiro's younger brother, Manjiro Sano, was one of his childhood friends. She used to live in a small house just beside the Sano residence with her parents ever since her birth until two years ago when both of her parents died in a car accident and had been living with the Sanos ever since then. Her relatives didn't want to take her in, considering that she might be a burden to them and Shinichiro was someone who couldn't let go of Nana just like that.

Where will she go? Where will she live? And with whom? What will she eat? Her future? Her education? Her career?

Her relatives might have abandoned her, but that didn't mean Shinichiro (a concerned friend, and neighbor that he was) would do the same thing as well. He was just too kind and soft-hearted. On top of that, the Sanos and the Osakis had been family friends for generations now, meaning that Nana had known the Sano family forever. On the other hand, similar to Shinichiro, Grandpa Sano also didn't mind taking Nana in, given that her late father, Daisuke Osaki was his former student at his family dojo and had always considered little Nana as one of his grandchildren.

And so ever since her parents' death, the Sanos became her family.

"Shin-chan, please stop it." little Nana deadpanned at the teen Sano boy who was bowing in front of her in a pleading manner.

"How much should I pay you, Nana-chan?" he asked, looking up at her. "I don't have much with me right now."

"What are you talking about?" she asked as she crossed her arms over her chest, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Well, you saw me getting dumped... And you might feel like telling it to everyone..." Shinichiro whispered out, rubbing the back of his neck in a sheepish manner.

"I won't do such things, Shin-chan. I won't tell that a grown-up hopeless guy like you got dumped straight to his face again and cried in the end..." she stated out bluntly, stabbing him right into the heart with those cold, harsh words.

Shinichiro Sano's remaining HP: Zero.

Although for some people this might seem comical, Nana still couldn't understand why girls would reject someone like Shinichiro Sano. The boy was beautiful that's for sure. Short black hair with black eyes, fair skin with slim, tall stature; the older Sano boy without a doubt was cute and attractive. Not to mention, he had a very charming personality.

Depicted as "weak to women, weak in fights, but reliable.", Shinichiro was a notorious delinquent with an unequaled reputation who garnered the respect of many delinquents, both inside his gang and those of rival gangs. Although he was a terrible fighter, his caring personality and ability to stand up for others, along with his humble nature earned him the loyalty of many delinquents much stronger than him. As a result of this elevated status, the delinquents displayed nothing but respect towards Shinichiro. He always saw the good in people and hoped for them to be led on the right path in life instead of walking alone. Shinichiro was a kind person who could look out for others, particularly his family whom he loved dearly, teaching his younger siblings about delinquency, fashion, and bikes amongst other things. Though there were times when Grandpa Sano would mildly get annoyed with Shinichiro's tendency to avoid dojo training as he believed it a chore.

Then why did the girls reject him? Couldn't they see the good in him like how Nana always saw in him? Shinichiro was a kind individual and for that Nana liked him a lot, so then why can't the other girls? It was really frustrating sometimes.

"Why were you walking home all alone earlier, Nana-chan?" Shinichiro asked, causing the Osaki girl to snap out of her trance as they made their way toward the Sano residence. "Where's Manjiro?"

"Ran off to God knows where with Ken-chan and Kei-chan after school..." Nana replied with a shrug, referring to her other childhood friends Ken Ryuguji and Keisuke Baji, and Shinichiro let out a small chuckle in response.

"That's Manjiro to you, I guess..." he hummed out.

"Hey, Shin-chan?" Nana called out, looking up at that tall boy beside her. "Why are you so desperate to find a girlfriend?"

"Huh?" Shinichiro looked down at the little girl in surprise.

"That girl from earlier... What was it about her that you liked anyway?" Nana questioned, her voice filled with genuine curiosity.

"Where is this even coming from?" he asked back in confusion.

"Just answer me..." she demanded.

"Umm... she was pretty?"

"Is that a question or an answer?"

"An answer...? Also, she's very nice and sweet and..." Shinichiro went on and on about that previous crush of his.

Then a moment later Nana interrupted him by asking him another question.

"But did you love her from the bottom of your heart?" she questioned and Shinichiro immediately stopped walking. "How much do you know about her? What's her favorite color? What's her favorite flower? Her favorite movie? Her favorite song? What does she like to eat? What's her hobby? Her future plans? How long have you known each other?..."

But Shinichiro couldn't respond back to any of those and kept on staring at Nana in surprise, remaining completely silent.

"Okay let's say you know everything about her... But how much does she know about you, Shin-chan? Your favorites? Your likes and dislikes? Your good qualities? Your insecurities? Does she even like you the way you do? Have you ever shared any special moment with her? Have you ever gone up to her and complained about your bad days? Have you ever cried on her shoulders? Has she ever held your hands when you were lonely and given you comfort? Did you ever find her by your side when you needed her the most?..."

"That's some serious stuff you're saying, Nana-chan..." Shinichiro chuckled out sheepishly, running a hand through his raven locks.

"What I'm trying to say is that - don't just go and confess your feelings to whoever you find pretty and attractive..." the little girl let out a sigh, closing her eyes momentarily.

Hearing her words, Shinichiro let out another amused chuckle. That was so like Nana Osaki; always looking through the facade and diving into the deepest, darkest part of one's soul. She always read him like an open book and for that, he could never hide anything from her. Nana knew him like the back of her hand; so perfect and precise, it was really scary sometimes. The power and advantage of knowing each other for years.

"Now you sound like some wise old lady, Nana-chan." the boy teased, his lips curling up into a smirk.

"That's good. At least I'm wiser than you, Shin-chan..." she stated and Shinichiro let out a dramatic gasp, placing a hand on the left side of his chest.

Oh, how much she loved teasing him like that.

"You hurt me, Nana-chan. You're so cruel!" he whined out with pouty lips, anime tears rolling down his cheeks and this cause the girl to roll her eyes at his antics.

"Well, if you want a girlfriend that bad, just so you know, I'm always there for you as a standby..." she added with sincerity, and immediately Shinichiro snapped his head around to look back at her with wide eyes in shock.

"HUH?!"

It felt as if the whole world stopped moving for a moment and the universe forgot its every law of physics. Did he hear that right? This little girl, who was 10 years younger than him, was the same age as his younger brother Manjiro wished to become his girlfriend? This was completely outrageous and scandalous in every maximum way possible. All of a sudden his heart started to hammer hard against his ribcage while his whole face went all red like a tomato. As if his heart would burst out of his chest any second now. Wait, why was he blushing at her proposal, not to mention an 8-year-old's proposal, making him feel all warm and fuzzy inside? Why did his hands become all sweaty? Why was he feeling so goddamn nervous? Was he turning into a sick pervert or something?!

Noticing his blushing state, Nana's lips curled up into a wide grin, a soft giggle eventually passing through them. Aside from his looks and personality, Nana always loved his blushing face a lot. To her, it was really cute and adorable.

"Or if you want more than that, I can just become your bride instead. And since you don't have any specific preference when it comes to women, I think I'll do just fine for you."

"WAIT?! WHAT?!"

"So, please wait for me until I become an adult, okay, Shin-chan?"

"When I see you, it's as if space and time become the finest point imaginable as if time collapses into one tiny speck and explodes at light speed. It's as if my universe begins and ends with you. I could run forever, search forever, but in the end, every path leads right back to your heart and soul. I love you, always."

- Keisuke Baji

~~~~~

7th July 2005, 6:24 PM

Right now, I was at Keisuke's apartment, helping him out with his studies and upcoming test. Keisuke Baji might not be the brightest flower on the field (certainly the prettiest of course), but he was very eager to learn. As his smarter study buddy since our elementary school days, a study date at his place was my way of saying sorry to him for ditching our yakisoba lunch date this afternoon. When I walked into the Baji residence, I was warmly welcomed by Keisuke's mother and his only parent, Ryoko Baji who greeted me with a friendly smirk and hair ruffle before she started to yell and kick Keisuke again (which she was probably doing earlier before my arrival).

Much like her son, Ryoko Baji had a violent and short-tempered nature that would quickly lead to an aggressive attitude which could be heavily suggested that Keisuke got his unpleasant traits from his mother. However, unlike her son, Ryoko was normally able to be very cool and calm at times especially towards me because, in her eyes, I was a nice and polite kid. She was also someone who would always recognize the flaws in her son and would also be really worried about him like any normal parent should.

Ryoko always disapproved of Keisuke's violent attitude and would even smack or yell at him (not in an abusive way) for his actions (and by actions I meant him getting into fights almost every day and burning down cars just because he was craving peyoung yakisoba). Despite recognizing all of Keisuke's flaws, Ryoko always desired that he would be a good boy and would do better in his studies and school.

When I met her for the first time, I was only five years old back. It was when Keisuke joined the Sano dojo a year back that he and I became really good friends and he ended up inviting me to his place so we could play together with his toys. Long black hair, sharp brown eyes, thin eyebrows, pointy canine teeth; she looked really pretty in my eyes (aside from my own mother and Mrs. Sano) and I was really amazed by her beauty.

And Keisuke got all those exact same physical features from his mother, even her hot-tempered attitude. In short, Keisuke was a mini version of his mother and it was really cute in my opinion. Upon our first meeting, I thought Ryoko was Keisuke's older sister or something like that just because she looked so young. Maybe she was one and had Keisuke at a very young age, who knows? Also, most of the time, she had this frown on her face which most likely indicated that she was always constantly worrying about her aggressive, angry son.

Ryoko was one of those cool moms who gave zero fuck to everything, like 'I don't give a fuck' sort of attitude. Single working parent who had a habit of smoking and always walked around like a boss with her head up high - that was Ryoko Baji to me and to everyone; a lady with a firm, explosive personality but underneath hid a very sensitive and caring person.

"Did Keisuke get into fights again today, Nana-chan?" she asked narrowing her eyes at me with her arms crossed over her chest.

I peeked to the side and saw Keisuke doing some weird hand gestures, telling me to lie to his mother.

"Keisuke's been a good boy at school today, Ryoko-san..." I replied, looking back at her with a convincing smile.

Even though he kicked asses of some punks on the way back home earlier today...

"Is that so, huh?" she hummed before a small smile appeared on her face. "Well, that's good then. Thank you for always taking care of that useless son of mine, Nana-chan."

"It's not a big deal, Ryoko-san." I chuckled in response.

"Mom! Why do we have only one packet of peyoung yakisoba here?!" Keisuke suddenly yelled out from the kitchen before he started to head towards the front door. "I'll quickly go and buy some yakisoba from the nearby store!"

"Oh, no you don't, mister!" Ryoko yelled back, kicking him to get inside the house again. "Nana-chan's here to tutor you, not to eat yakisoba! Don't waste her precious time, you son of a bitch! Get your ass to your room right now! And also, no yakisoba for you today cause I'm cooking dinner tonight!"

"Ouch! Stop kicking me, woman!" Keisuke yelled out again while I simply stared at the mother-son duo in amusement.

Did Ryoko-san just call herself a bitch?? Wow...

Soon after that, Keisuke and I settled down in his bedroom and we began to study, or more like I began to tutor him. When it came to studying, locations didn’t really matter to Keisuke, but somewhere quiet, with no “annoying punks” around always was the best way to get him to concentrate on his school stuff. To my own surprise, his school stuff was actually really organized - colorful folders for every subject, important documents in clear film, and so on, but unfortunately, he had zero motivation. When he would stray from his schoolbooks, I had to either kick his ass or smack him on the head to bring back his concentration, but once he would get into that “Learning Headspace”, things would go upwards from there.

Keisuke would even tie his hair up into a ponytail and put on those stupid glasses because he considered his study sessions with me a serious matter. I had to go through the entire school curriculum with him and since I already completed my second year in middle school last year, it was easy to teach him what he didn't know. However, the hardest part of the whole process was actually having him understand the content I was teaching him. Like he had trouble remembering kanji words in Japanese or events and key figures in Japanese history or phrases in English or understanding the formulae and methods of mathematics and the list goes on.

"What? Takemichi?" Keisuke asked as he looked up from his book and locked his gaze on me, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah. That guy's name is Takemichi Hanagaki." I responded back with a smile. "He's weak at fighting, but the way he faced Kiyomasa... For some reason, he reminds me of Shin-chan... Manjiro took a liking to him. He's probably thinking about recruiting that guy in Toman."

Keisuke immediately went quiet for a moment before furrowing his eyebrows at me.

"So, now what? You started liking this twerp or something?" he grumbled out, sounding a bit irritated.

"Huh? What? No!" I replied, frowning back at him. "Of course not, you idiot! What are you even talking about? Takemichi might remind me of Shin-chan in a way, but he isn't my type at all. Also, I just met him today. He's a total stranger to me. I don't fall in love with strangers."

Hearing my answer, Keisuke now looked visibly relaxed.

What's wrong with him? He never behaves like this...

"So, what's your type?" he asked, leaning towards the side.

"My type?" I asked back and he nodded his head at me. "Well... someone who knows me well, someone who will accept me the way I am, someone who's loyal, honest, and respectful... I don't care about the looks, to be honest as long as the guy is nice and has a good heart."

"Is that so, huh..." he trailed off in a whispered tone as he momentarily looked away from me and stared off to space, getting lost in his thoughts.

What is he thinking now? This boy... so unpredictable...

"Okay, that's enough. Breaks over." I spoke up with a sigh causing Keisuke to snap out of his thoughts. "Let's play a game."

"We finished studying already?" he asked in confusion.

"No, we're not. You see, I'm gonna give you 50 pop quiz questions. It's about everything we went through up until now. If you get half of them correct, like 25 questions, I'll take you to a yakisoba dinner tomorrow... And if you get all of them correct, then I'll-"

"Then can I get a kiss from you?"

"I'll slap you, Keisuke."

~~~~~

August 3rd, 2005

That day after breaking and shattering almost everything Takemichi owned followed by the yellow-haired boy's sudden outburst with a piece of turd on his head, Manjiro and Draken finally decided to make up and things went back to normal like how they used to be. As long as those two weren't fighting each other and creating chaos, I didn't need to worry about anything anymore, for now at least. So I went back to my usual relaxed mood again, releasing myself from all headaches, burdens, and panics.

Then two days later after the incident at Takemichi's place, Keisuke called up and asked me if I wanted to go to the festival this year which was going to be held at the Musashi Shrine on August 3rd. I accepted his offer, thinking that it would be a great way to relax and treat myself to food and stuff while having a better chance to spend some quality time with my best friend named Keisuke Baji.

Tonight was August 3rd, meaning the night of the Musashi Festival. Several food stands and game stands were whelming the area of the Musashi Shrine. The place was lighted up by numerous lanterns and decorations that emphasized the festival and the traditions. Walking down the path while pushing through the crowd, Keisuke and I were in our normal casual clothes (our usual denim shirts and black jeans with black combat boots) as we didn't even bother to wear yukatas on this occasion for various reasons. Like Keisuke came up with like - "What if we've to fight some punks on the street tonight? We can't do that if we're wearing a yukata now, can we?" He had a fair point though. Being a part of a delinquent gang meant we were constantly surrounded by punks, constantly fighting random gangs and shit. How exhausting.

"What's Mikey doing tonight? Is he coming to the festival later on?" Keisuke asked as we walked together side by side, holding hands with fingers intertwined.

"Don't know." I shrugged. "Manjiro suddenly got an urgent phone call from some Toman members this evening, saying that they wanted to meet him somewhere near the Shibuya station."

"That's strange..." Keisuke muttered out, furrowing his eyebrows a bit as we walked down the narrow pathway. "What's so urgent that they have to call him up like that?"

"I know right? Doesn't make any sense at all." I responded back, slightly frowning as well.

To this day, I could still remember how I used to come to this festival every year with Shinichiro, Manjiro, Emma and Keisuke. Shinichiro used to take us to different food stands and buy us whatever we felt like eating. Playing games and buying souvenirs were things we all enjoyed doing but watching fireworks together at the end of the festival was a must. There was no way we could miss out on the chance of watching fireworks together - that was what we used to say back then. We even had our own special spot around the Musashi Shrine where the five of us would sit down on the grass and enjoy the firework show together. But everything suddenly changed after Shinichiro passed away. I really missed those days, really.

Then all of a sudden, a familiar voice spoke up from behind us.

"Nana? Baji?"

We immediately halted in our spots and turned around to look - it was Emma, Draken, Takemichi, and Hinata standing behind us with confused looks on their faces. The girls were wearing cute yukatas which suited them very well while the boys were in their normal casual clothes just like me and Keisuke.

“Nana! You came!” Emma smiled brightly and walked up to hug me, but the hug wasn’t very comfortable as Keisuke refused to let go of our intertwined hands. "I thought you wanted to stay at home tonight."

"Keisuke asked me to come, so I came here with him." I smiled back with a nonchalant shrug.

“Look what the cat dragged in...” Draken stated with a smirk, looking down at Keisuke’s unbuttoned shirt. “Nice tits, Baji.”

"One more word out of your mouth and I'm murdering you right here and now, Draken." Keisuke snarled out and I nudged him to the side to calm him down since Takemichi and Hinata were also there.

"Be nice now, Keisuke..." I stated in a soft tone before looking back at Takemichi and Hinata with a smile. "Takemichi, Hinata. Hey there!"

"Hello, Nana-chan!" Hinata greeted me happily as she and her boyfriend came closer to us.

"Nana-chan, who's that?" Takemichi asked in confusion, feeling intimidated by Keisuke.

"Oh, this is Keisuke Baji, Toman's 1st Division Captain. The biggest edgelord in the entirety of Shibuya..." I introduced them to Keisuke causing the said boy to twitch his eyebrows when I called him 'Shibuya's Edgelord'. "Manjiro and I've been friends with Keisuke ever since we were four years old. He's our oldest childhood best friend."

"Toman's 1st Division Captain?!" Takemichi gasped out in shock, his eyes widening open.

"You're that twerp from the other day." Keisuke scoffed, frowning down at the yellow-haired boy. "Takemichi Hanagaki, right?"

"Y-Yes! Nice to meet you, Baji-kun!" Takemichi squeaked out in fear, almost comical in a sense.

"Keisuke, stop scaring the poor guy." I scolded, causing Keisuke to pout at me before I looked back at Takemichi with an apologetic look. "Sorry, Takemichi. Keisuke looks scary, but he's a nice guy. He means no harm."

"Anyway, where's Mikey?" Draken asked, looking around.

"He's not here..." Keisuke replied before draping an arm around my shoulders. "Got some urgent call or shit."

"Huh? Really? I thought he would definitely be here given that Nana's here too. You know how clingy he is to her." Emma pointed out with a sly smirk but I ignored her remark while Keisuke scoffed in response.

"Whatever. We're leaving. Let's go, Nana." Keisuke stated with his arm still draped around my shoulder before he started to pull me away from those other four.

"Lead the way, my beloved arsonist." I joked with a cheeky smirk causing Keisuke's cheeks to turn hot red in color.

“I have more to my personality than burning cars, Nana.” He grumbled, dropping his arm off my shoulder and grabbing my hand again, intertwining our fingers.

“I know. I’m just teasing you.” I chuckled out at his bashfulness.

“Whatever.” Keisuke dismissed me, before leading me away.

“See ya later, guys!" I shouted out to my friends.

Saying farewell to my friends, I walked away with Keisuke hand in hand through the crowd of the festival. Back then, as little kids, Keisuke and I used to come to this festival together every year with the Sano siblings, and I could still remember how Keisuke and Manjiro used to hold my hands on each side and walk down the path of the festival. They were so stubborn that neither of them ever wanted to let go of my hands. Holding Keisuke's hand at this moment was reminding me of those days.

During the Musashi Shrine festival, vendors would set up all around the shrine grounds and sometimes the surrounding vicinity. They sold traditional snacks, from baked sweet potatoes and takoyaki to newer additions, such as chocolate-dipped bananas, candy apples, and character lollipops. Traditional festival games were interspersed among the snack vendors. An example of this was goldfish scooping. The game master would provide a delicate paper ‘net’ to scoop the goldfish into a bowl. Once the net would break, the player's turn would be over. The player would get to keep any goldfish they caught. An unusual variation in this game was played with mini turtles. Other carnival-style games like ring toss and target practice could be found here at this festival as well. Small trinkets, stuffed toys, and other souvenirs could be bought at Musashi Festival. Many were edible, while the toys, masks, and other goods often appealed to young children. They would also include stuffed toys of popular cartoon characters and plastic masks depicting animal faces.

"Okay, general knowledge time..." I spoke up and Keisuke looked over at me with curiosity. "Do you know what this Musashi Shrine is known for?"

"This Musashi Shrine...?" the ravenette boy trailed for a moment before shaking his head. "No, I've no clue."

"This shrine is locally known for being the site of what are claimed to be the graves of Hirata Muni, his wife Omasa, and most controversially, the grave of Miyamoto Musashi himself. Miyamoto Musashi also known as Shinmen Takezō, Miyamoto Bennosuke, or by his Buddhist name, Niten Dōraku was a Japanese swordsman, philosopher, strategist, writer, and rōnin, who became renowned through stories of his unique double-bladed swordsmanship and undefeated record in his 61 duels. Musashi, as he was often simply known, is considered a Kensei, a sword-saint of Japan. He was the founder of the Niten Ichi-ryū, or Nito Ichi-ryū, style of swordsmanship, and in his final years authored The Book of Five Rings (Go Rin No Sho) and Dokkōdō (The Path of Aloneness)." I informed him causing the boy to give me a look of amazement.

"And that's why I love having you as my tutor. You're just too smart." he grinned and I giggled out in response before looking up at the sky above us.

"This year... I don't want to miss the firework show, Keisuke." I stated as we sat closer to one another on a bench somewhere quiet (a more secluded part of the festival grounds) eating takoyaki and candy apples together.

"You really love the fireworks, huh?" Keisuke asked with a grin and I giggled out in response.

"I always wanted to draw rainbows in the dark, hold pencils of pure light, I guess that's why I love fireworks so. The fireworks are chaos and predictability - their explosive gifts finding their own time and space to own. As they do, I am the spectator, seeing their blazing trails arc above. There's something about them that warms me even in the cold as if their stray sparks passed into my blood. Arcing fireworks light the sky as rainbows of starlight." I stated in a soft tone causing Keisuke to give me a look of amusement.

"You can be so poetic sometimes, Nana. Seriously though..." Keisuke responded back, chuckling out as well.

As I sat there beside Keisuke looking at him, I suddenly started to realize how beautiful he actually was. The silvery-platinum moonlight fell on him and illuminated his every feature, making him look absolutely ethereal. Long black hair - smooth, silky, and wavy; sharp brown eyes; sharp teeth; sharp jawline and cheekbones; skin like milky yet manly rough; eyebrows sharp yet thick; tall stature with a perfect muscular body for a middle schooler - Keisuke Baji was a total hunk among the many.

After Shinichiro Sano, if I did find any other man physically attractive or found myself getting attracted to someone other than Shinichiro, that was Keisuke Baji. I always knew from the start that I was somewhat attracted to Keisuke one way or another, but my love for Shinichiro was so deep and passionate that it blinded me from realizing my feelings for Keisuke.

I always believed a man's beauty starts from his hearty, loving soul and radiates from there to create his final form; and men like Shinichiro and Keisuke were the perfect examples of that. Loyal, trustworthy, honest, respectful, kind, generous, compassionate, and a heart of gold - those were the words I could associate Shinichiro and Keisuke with. Sure Keisuke was violent and pretty much brainless while Shinichiro was weak and a crybaby, but I couldn't overlook the fact that they were the type of men who were perfect for almost every type of woman out there after analyzing their beauty and personality.

"Take a picture. It'll last long."

I immediately snapped out of my thoughts when Keisuke's words reached my ears. I then noticed the boy smirking at me mischievously, his left-top canine tooth poking out from in between his lips.

"Why would I take your picture?" I scoffed, looking away from him a small blush on my cheeks. "You're ugly."

"Ouch. Now you're hurting my feelings, Nana." Keisuke joked as he put a hand on the left side of his chest and I smacked him playfully on his arm.

"Shut up." I huffed with a pout, causing him to let out another light chuckle.

His voice was so deep and velvety, it sounded really tantalizing to hear.

"We'll be able to see the firework show from here. I think it's a perfect spot for the view." Keisuke pointed out and I looked around at the area.

"Yeah, you're right." I hummed in agreement.

"I'm the one who found the spot here. I'm a genius, ain't I? You should thank me for this." He smirked at me cockily.

"That's not happening." I scoffed and he threw a playful glare at me.

"You ungrateful woman. You're lucky that I love you." he scoffed, rolling his eyes and I stuck out my tongue at him teasingly.

"And that's your fatal flaw." I joked sassily as if the words I just said were the biggest secret this universe could offer him while staring up at the full moon night sky. "Your love for me might kill you someday."

Then suddenly silence fell between the two of us for a moment and this caused me to start to panic from the inside.

Why did he go quiet? Why isn't he responding? Did I screw up something? Did I say something I shouldn't have?

When I looked back at him again, I noticed he was already staring at me with a soft look in his gaze - so loving and soft it started to make me all warm and fuzzy inside. Taking the advantage of me losing myself in a daze, Keisuke scooted closer to me, arms touching, shoulders brushing, as he gently grabbed my hand that was on my lap and intertwined our fingers.

"To me, that's a beautiful flaw..." he whispered out, leaning closer to my face, his sharp eyes darkened and his thumb gently brushed the knuckles of my hand that was intertwining his. "I don't mind dying for you."

And my eyes immediately widened at his words and without knowing myself, I tightened my grip on our intertwined hands. Worry and panic slightly started to display in my eyes as I looked into his eyes in desperation.

"Don't you ever dare die on me, Keisuke..." I whispered back and his gaze softened even more. "I already lost Shinichiro. I don't wanna lose you too."

I could feel the heat and warmth radiating from Keisuke's body as he leaned closer and pressed his forehead against mine, his warm sweet breath caressing my face and lips. He smelled very nice, a mix of mint and sandalwood. Keisuke gently pushed a few strands of my raven locks behind my right ear and cupped my right cheek with his left hand, brushing my skin with his thumb, innocently yet teasingly while the look in his eyes was hot, fiery, and passionate. The way our skin touched, the way we invaded each other's personal spaces and boundaries, I didn't mind or feel uncomfortable with him being this close to me at this very moment, and neither did he. We never did and we never would.

"Sorry for scaring you... I won't say that again, Nana..." he whispered again and our noses touched, slightly. "I won't ever leave you alone. Ever. I promised you that day, remember? I'm here, always. By your side."

Keisuke Baji was an unpredictable man. For me, who was good at reading people just by observing their behavior, there were times I couldn't tell what was actually going through Keisuke's mind. This man was so wild and loved the thrill of adrenaline so much to the point that he would punch someone out on the street for no apparent reason, only because he felt like it, or would burn down a car simply because he was hungry. His erratic behavior always confused me to no end and I always had to figure him out, always had to learn something new about him which was frustrating and fun at the same time. Like that one time when I was tutoring him, he asked me for a kiss as a reward. I still couldn't tell if he was being serious or he was simply just joking. Like right now the way he was touching me was so loving and passionate yet so playful and teasing.

Keisuke and Manjiro had always been touchy and clingy towards me ever since we were little kids; Keisuke lesser than Manjiro but it was still the same. As kids, their touches were friendly and innocent but it all slowly started to change once we entered middle school. While Manjiro's touches were possessive and demanding yet somewhat child-like, Keisuke's ones felt more different, more like the way one would touch their lover, not their mere childhood friend. I wasn't sure if I was being paranoid or was overthinking it, but that was how I always felt under Keisuke's touches; unsatisfied and breathless. I wanted more. I craved more. And I knew if this kept going on like this between me and Keisuke, I definitely would go crazy one day. Keisuke Baji would be the death of me someday.

Hearing his soothing deep voice eased my heart and soul before I closed my eyes and nuzzled against his hand which was still holding my face ever so lovingly and gently.

"Hey, Keisuke, listen... I want to tell you something-"

I was suddenly out off when a cell phone started to ring; it was Keisuke's. We then quickly pulled away from each other before the ravenette boy answered his phone. I noticed his face went from calm to serious and then to furious. Furrowing his eyebrows deep, his eyes sharpened and his jaw tightened.

"Yeah, okay... I'll go and get the rest of the crew right now. Don't worry about it..." he stated and hung up the call.

"What happened?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows as well.

"Mitsuya called. It's Peh." He replied, looking back at me with all seriousness. "That bastard snitched."

~~~~~

11:37 PM, 24th October 2005

After that whole chaos that went down this evening, I called a certain someone to meet up with me in the neighborhood park which was located in the same area I lived in, the same place where Manjiro, Keisuke, Emma and I used to play together back when we all were just little kids. Life was so simple back then. No gang, no fighting, no shit – just me and my friends hanging out together, goofing around. If only I could bring those days back.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting, Nana…”

As I was sitting on one of the benches at the park, I turned my head around and looked over to my side to face the person who standing there just a few feet away from me - black shirt with black jeans and boots while the cool breeze of late October blew by making his long, wavy black hair gently sway in the air; the man was looking as beautiful and exquisite as always in my eyes.

“You went too far, Keisuke. Did you really need to punch Takemichi like that on the face though? That poor guy…” I stated with a pout, crossing my arms over my chest.

In response, Keisuke let out an airy chuckle in a sheepish manner before taking a seat beside me on the bench. I moved a bit closer to him as soon as he sat down until our arms were touching, our shoulders were brushing one another.

“Well, in order to convince them, I needed to keep up with the bad guy appearance, you know...” Keisuke replied and I scoffed in response.

Keisuke Baji, as always, sought violence, even if he didn't mean actual harm. I doubted that man was ever going to change in life.

“But still though… I think you went a bit far with it. Apologize to Takemichi the next time you’re seeing him.” I stated and this caused Keisuke to furrow his eyebrows in seriousness.

“I don’t think there’s gonna be a next time, Nana.” He responded back in a firm tone, causing me to give him a confused look.

“Huh? What do you mean?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to go back to Toman after what I just did today…” he added.

“Do you seriously think that Manjiro and the others are gonna abandon you just like that for such a trivial thing?” I asked, almost deadpanning at him. “You’re their friend, Keisuke. You’re like a brother to them, like a family. Each and every one of them loves you to death. Do you realize how hurt they were when you said that you were leaving Toman for Valhalla? Even though they didn’t show it on their faces, I know how it broke their hearts when you left the gang and walked away from them. Especially Manjiro. That poor guy is getting more and more desperate with the passage of every second just to bring you back to the gang.”

“But Nana, I need to do this for the gang too.” Keisuke countered back.

“What are you talking about? I mean once we’re successful in kicking out Kisaki from the group, you can easily return back to Toman, Keisuke.”

“I’m not only doing this just to kick out Kisaki from Toman. I’m also doing this for some other reasons…”

“Like what?”

“Kazutora…”

Silence fell between the two of us when Keisuke said that name - Kazutora Hanemiya, the man who murdered the love of my life, Shinichiro Sano.

“Huh? Kazutora? What does this anything have to do with Kazutora anyway?” I asked, getting even more confused.

“I got a letter from Kazutora almost a month ago… He got out of juvie not so long ago...” Keisuke replied and my eyes went wide open in realization.

That’s right. Kazutora went to juvie for killing Shinichiro back in August 2003 and for the act of murder he was sentenced to two years of imprisonment. And right now, it was October 2005, meaning he was already out of juvie by now.

“I met up with Kazutora after leaving Toman’s meeting this evening. He has joined Valhalla as well…” Keisuke added.

“Kazutora joined a gang as soon as he came out of juvie? Just what in the world… Just why?” I questioned again and this time, Keisuke took a moment to respond back.

“To kill Mikey…” he stated in a low yet firm tone and I let out a small gasp in shock.

“Kill Manjiro? What do you mean kill Manjiro? Is this some kind of a joke now?” I barked out in annoyance.

“After killing Shinichiro-kun, Kazutora had this mental breakdown and he started to put all the blames on Mikey. Because of Mikey, he went to steal that motorbike and ended up killing Shinichiro-kun. Because of Mikey, he went to juvie and wasted two years of his life there… This is how he’s trying to cope with the fact that he murdered a person at the age of 13, no less Shinichiro-kun, Mikey’s brother…”

“Without taking the blame onto himself for murdering Shin-chan which he actually did and that’s the fact, he’s blaming Manjiro for everything that happened? I mean, what the fuck is he on right now? Was he doing drugs or shit for the past two years while being locked up in juvie? Does he really think he'll be able to kill the Invincible Manjiro Sano?"

"I don't know, Nana. I don't know what Kazutora is capable of right now. So to protect Toman from Kisaki and Mikey from Kazutora, I need to join Valhalla. I need to stick around with Kazutora as long as possible because I promised him my support to the very end... 'I'd never kill Mikey's brother. I did this for Mikey's sake. This is all Mikey's fault. So I need to kill Mikey'... I remember that night, Kazutora kept on repeating those words over and over again after he realized that the person he killed was Shinichiro-kun. And without giving much thought to it, I ended up promising my support to him for eternity... And that's why I need to stay with Kazutora in order to fulfill my promise and to keep him away from Mikey."

So he's doing all this shit for Manjiro and Kazutora...? Why is he so damn selfless?

"But what about me though, Keisuke? What about your promise to me? You said you'll stay by my side till your last breath... You're breaking that promise now, Keisuke, as if I don't matter to you anymore..."

Keisuke's eyes widened a bit upon hearing my words before they softened a bit at the sight of me. Without saying another word, he immediately wrapped his arms around my petite form and brought me into a warm embrace, pressing me into his muscular chest.

"I'd never break our promise, Nana and you know it..." he whispered into my ears, his hot minty breath sending a shiver down my spine.

"But you are breaking your promise, Keisuke." I whimpered out in desperation, hugging him back with my dear life while resting my face in the crook of his neck, the scent of his cologne invading every five senses of mine. "Please don't leave me, Keisuke... Please don't... I need you..."

"I think you need Mikey more than me." he chucked out in a dejected tone.

"Who said I need Manjiro more than you?" I scoffed.

"I just know, okay? I know you'll choose Mikey over me in a heartbeat-"

I immediately cut him off by moving my face away from the crook of his neck and held his face in my hands, making him look into my eyes. I held his face so close to mine that our noses almost touched one another. Taking in his beauty under the silvery brilliance of the full moon in the sky, I began to wonder when Keisuke became as precious as Shinichiro to me. Before Keisuke came into my life, it was just and only me and Manjiro and no one else. Then it became the three of us, but when that whole Haruchiyo incident happened, I created a distance between myself and Manjiro out of fear and disappointment. Then it somewhat became just me and Keisuke and it had been like that ever since then.

During the time of my fallout with Manjiro that happened after he attacked Haruchiyo, Keisuke took Manjiro's place in my life and wiggled his way into my tiny heart, making himself at home there. Even I didn't know myself when Keisuke Baji became so dear to me. Back then I would've burned the whole world down just to protect Manjiro from any sort of malice. Manjiro was everything to me and I was everything to Manjiro. But it was years ago. Time passed, things changed along with feelings, people moved on.

The fact was - my first love was Shinichiro Sano and he would always and forever have a special place in my heart, it was something that was never going to change, ever. But also at the same time, it didn't take away the fact that I was falling in love again, that I was in love with someone else who wasn't Shinichiro Sano. Things were different now. Situations around me changed along with my feelings. I had already accepted the fact that Shinichiro was gone for good and he was never coming back, that I had to move on with my life without him, that my childhood best friend, Keisuke Baji had already replaced Shinichiro in my heart. To me, my love for Keisuke was a quiet emotion that in time became part of the oxygen I needed to breathe, and so though I might feel not sure that it was there, any form of removal and the emotions would begin to choke the life out of me.

Only if Keisuke knew how wrong he was.

"You're so wrong, Keisuke..." I spoke up in a firm yet soft tone, frowning down at him while Keisuke looked at me with surprise, almost shock in his eyes. "Do you remember that one line I once told you years back when we were kids...?"

Keisuke's eyes softened once again upon hearing my question, his arms tightened even more around my waist as he leaned closer to me.

"I remember that, Nana... You and I are the fireworks in this velvet dark, the blaze that dares to light up the night... You told me that once when I lost to Mikey in a fight back then. You said you'll always have my back and that you believe in me..." Keisuke muttered out with his lips curling up into a small delicate smile.

His response made me let out an airy sigh of relief and contentment before I gently pressed my forehead against his and this action made both of us close our eyes at once as we continued to bask in each other's warmth and embrace. To me, Keisuke was like my personal drug. One touch from him and the intoxication was instant as if everything was over; it was always that way with me ever since Shinichiro passed away and Keisuke became a constant figure in my life in Shinichiro's place.

Whenever we touched one another, I could always feel electricity in my skin, hormones shutting down my higher brain. From there on in it was all passion, intense, intoxicating. Keisuke became my release, my escape, my drug. Not that I was easy, I knew well enough to avoid letting a man lay his hands on me. Yet with my chemistry with Keisuke, too many of my switches were flicked for a reverse gear to be possible. In short, I was simply smitten with Keisuke Baji to the point where all I could do was go along for the ride and pray my instincts were right.

"Just because I knew Manjiro ever since we were babies, just because I knew Manjiro longer than I had known you, doesn't mean I'll choose him over you. Let's get one thing straight. If it ever came down to you and Manjiro, I would gladly let go of him, Keisuke. I will always choose you..."

~~~~~

October 30th, 2005, 8:00 PM

"So, Chifuyu and Takemichi came to talk to you this morning, huh?" I asked the long-haired ravenette boy who was sitting right beside me in front of Shinichiro's grave before he simply hummed in response.

"Chifuyu's smart." Keisuke pointed out in a serious tone. "I knew something like this was gonna happen."

"Chifuyu's not smart, he's just perceptive. If he's smart, then I'm Albert Einstein." I countered back with a small smirk and Keisuke rolled his eyes at me in a playful manner.

Ever since Keisuke left Toman and joined Valhalla, it got difficult for me to keep in contact with him, especially talking to him in person because wherever he went he was either accompanied by Kazutora or Hanma or maybe even both of them. The only way was left to talk to Keisuke face-to-face was at school but otherwise, it was either late-night phone calls or text messages. So it was a relief for me that I was able to speak to him in open like this without anyone noticing or spying on us. On top of that, we were at the cemetery in the nighttime, so the darkness of the night played a huge role in hiding us from the naked eyes of humans.

"But you're right though... Chifuyu, Takemichi, and I went to meet Osanai at his workplace to do some digging on Kisaki." I added.

"What did you find?" Keisuke asked, furrowing his eyebrows a bit and that's when I started to spill everything to him.

"Kisaki was the one who put Osanai in the power and using Osanai, he started to instigate everything from behind the curtains. Kisaki was the one who sent his men to beat up Pah's friends and that led Pah to the edge. He used Peh for the conflict on August 3rd and he manipulated Kiyomasa to kill Ken-chan. After that, he approached Manjiro and got to his good side by bashing Osanai, saying that it was all Osanai's fault. And then in the next part, you already know what happened. Kisaki offered a deal to Manjiro regarding Pah and in exchange, he wanted the position of the 3rd Division captain." I went on while Keisuke simply stared at me with wide eyes in shock.

"Kisaki did all of that...?" he trailed off and I nodded my head at him in response.

"Not just that... Kisaki's new partner in crime is Shuji Hanma... Chifuyu and I assume that Kisaki is the one who's leading Valhalla." I added, leaving Keisuke even more shocked. "I mean think about it, Keisuke... No one knows who the Commander of Valhalla is. Hanma is the Vice-Commander and he's working with Kisaki. After everything Kisaki has done up until now, I won't be surprised if he turns out to be the leader of Valhalla as well..."

"You're not wrong though..." Keisuke muttered out, furrowing his eyebrows a bit.

After that, for a moment a comfortable silence fell between the two of us before I spoke up again.

"You know, Manjiro assigned Takemichi to bring you back to Toman..." I mumbled out and this caused Keisuke to raise an eyebrow at me. "Did Takemichi say anything to you today?"

"Now that I think about it... that twerp did say something really weird..." he trailed off in a daze and I gave him a confused look. "He said - Please make it through tomorrow alive. Please don't die. Because Nana-chan and Mikey-kun will be really sad... something like that."

First Ken-chan and now Keisuke... that's weird...

Why does it feel like Takemichi always knows that something bad is going to happen to one of us...

Like at first, he was against the whole idea of going into a conflict with Moebius...

I remember Takemichi acting really strange when I asked him why we can't fight them...

Then he was hellbound to keep Ken-chan protected from Kiyomasa during the August 3rd fight...

And now he's saying this to Keisuke... as if he knows that something bad's gonna happen to Keisuke tomorrow...

If that's what it is, then I'll definitely keep an extra eye on Keisuke tomorrow... just in case nothing bad happens to him...

"So what's your plan tomorrow?" I asked and Keisuke looked over at me again.

"Kill Kisaki." he replied in a firm tone.

"You can't be serious now." I stated, raising an eyebrow.

"I am serious, Nana." he huffed and I rolled my eyes at him.

"You'll go to jail if you literally kill Kisaki, you moron. And this will make Ryoko-san cry again." I pointed out before noticing how Keisuke's eyes softened at the sight of me.

"And you'll not?" he asked and I gave him a confused look. "You'll not cry for me if I go to jail?"

"No. Why would I cry for you? My tears are too precious to get wasted like that." I responded back sassily, causing Keisuke to let out an amused chuckle before he leaned to my side and rested his head on my shoulder.

"And here I thought you'll shade your tears for me, even if it's just a single drop." he sighed in a dramatic way, slightly shaking his head and my eyes immediately softened at his words.

I can burn down the whole world for you, Keisuke...

You're just that precious to me...

Even I don't know myself what I'll do if something bad happens to you...

So tomorrow Keisuke... better not die on me, my beloved arsonist...

"This crush I have on you, without you doing anything other than being kind, it lifted me up. I gained my own self-confidence because you thought I was worth talking to, worth being a friend to. So, whatever happens, you were adorable and the time I spent loving you so obsessively, was worth it."

- Manjiro Sano

~~~~~

19th July 2005, 10:57 PM

"So what do you wanna do, Pah?" Manjiro asked Pah-chin. "We gonna fight?"

"They're two generations above our gang." Pah-chin hesitated, keeping his head slumped down. "Toman's not gonna walk away unscathed. I'd end up making trouble for all of you guys. But I'm so pissed off, Mikey..."

"That's not what I asked. Are we gonna fight, or what?" Manjiro questioned again.

"I wanna fight! I wanna murder all those sons of bitches!" Pah-chin immediately confessed on the spot, tears whelming the corners of his eyes.

"Yeah, I figured." Manjiro stated before looking back at everyone in Toman with a huge smirk on his face. "Anyone here thinks that Pah's bud getting his ass kicked is too much trouble to deal with? Anyone scared because Pah's bud got beat up?"

Nobody said anything back. Only smiles and smirks started to form on the faces of the admins and the members upon hearing Manjiro's words.

"See? There's no one! We're gonna crush Moebius!!" Manjiro exclaimed, hyping up the crowd as Toman cheered together, each raising up a fist, all determined to get the job done, for the sake of their fallen comrade. "August 3rd! The Musashi Festival is where it's all gonna go down!"

At that moment, seeing Manjiro like this reminded me of Shinichiro for some reason. Sure both the brothers were completely opposite of one another if we compared their personalities, but when it came to their leadership qualities or leading their gangs, they were both so pretty much alike. Two years back, Toman was formed to mainly protect Kazutora and to bring down the 9th Generation Black Dragons. And ever since they won that fight, Toman expanded. It prospered. It began to rule Shibuya in totality. If Manjiro was infamous before, now his name alone could send people running away and never looking back. That was the power that Manjiro Sano held - the Invincible Mikey.

After the meeting came to an end, Manjiro, Emma, and I went back home together and when I meant home, I meant the Sano residence; the place where I had been living for almost 8 years now. Later after taking a shower and eating some dinner, I headed back straight to my bedroom to complete my homework before I could go to bed. Toman was important to me, but so was my education. Unlike others, I wanted to do my best at school and on tests. There was no way in hell I would want to fail and demolish my future in my own hands. I had my priorities checked and so that's why, no matter what happened, at the end of the day, I would always do my homework and assignments on time and study properly on regular basis.

As I was studying in my room at my table, Manjiro was lying down on my bed on his back while hugging my pillow tight on his chest.

"Some guy named Tetta Kisaki approached me the other day, Nana-chin." Manjiro suddenly spoke up.

Raising an eyebrow, I looked over at him on my shoulder with curiosity.

"Oh? Who's that? Someone you're familiar with?" I asked.

"No, I don't know him. He just came out of the blue and told me that he wanted to join Toman..." he replied and this caused me to furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

"Okay... So, then what? We can't just take anyone in our gang, whoever comes to us like that." I pointed out before turning around and looking back at my books again. "We don't even know who and what that guy is. Is he a part of any gang or something?"

"Didn't mention any..." Manjiro responded back with a shrug.

"If he ever comes to you again, just don't accept his request. Toman has already become a huge gang anyway."

"But, you know... I want to make Toman even bigger and stronger... That's my dream, Nana-chin."

"The bigger and stronger it gets, the more conflicts will occur within the team, Manjiro. Ego, power, envy, and greed - things like these will circulate around even more within the gang and will create disputes among the gang members. Some might even turn their back on Toman and betray the team. Some might misuse the power for their own selfishness like what Kiyomasa did and by selfishness, I mean from selling things like drugs and weapons to committing any sorts of crimes like underground money lending, gambling, illegal casinos, prostitution, murder, fraud, and whatnot. You never know what might happen. Sure you have the 5th Division Captain and Vice-Captain to sniff out the traitors and wrongdoers, but even so... Just don't do anything hasty under any pressure or circumstances, that's all I have to say to you..."

Silence filled the room for a good amount of time before Manjiro let out a soft, airy chuckle in response.

"I'm so glad to have you in my life, Nana-chin... Thank you..." he stated with a smile, nuzzling his face into my pillow before taking a deep breath. "Please never leave my side, Nana-chin... Ever..."

"I promised you that a long time ago, remember?" I replied, smiling as well. "And I'll keep my words, Manjiro."

A promise that didn't break till this day. A promise that I made the day his mother passed away.

~~~~~

3rd August 2005

"I... can't face the others." Peh-yan hesitated.

"Peh-yan, we all get that you did what you did for Pah-chin's sake." Mitsuya chimed in with a serious tone and Peh-yan glanced over at him. "But Peh-yan, the one who was thinking the most about Pah-chin was Draken. From that day on, Draken went with Pah-chin's parents to go visit him every single day... He knew that only relatives could actually see him, but he'd bring a gift, then he'd wait outside the whole time. That's the guy you tried to kill."

Peh-yan had never known about this. Had he did, he wouldn't have gone through with the betrayal.

"Draken..." He muttered out, breathlessly.

"You'd better apologize..." Mitsuya advised. "To Draken-kun, to Pah-chin...to everyone."

"Yeah..." Peh-yan replied, tears rolling down his cheeks.

He knew that the journey of redemption was long, but it wasn't impossible. The fact that he was forgiven anyway after ratting out his whole crew to another gang was a blessing itself.

"Welcome back, Peh-yan." Mitsuya greeted him, ending the conversation so that he could head his way out.

Those words had made Peh-yan cry tears of joy then and there. Moments like these had reminded him why he loved Toman so much. Takemichi followed Mitsuya and walked away from the spot as well and it was now just me and Peh-yan standing in the waiting room.

"I was the one who told Ken-chan not to bring Pah out of jail." I finally spoke up and Peh-yan looked over at me with teary eyes. "And it's because of different reasons - Pah wanted to turn himself in to the police and you know that too. You were there when Pah told us that, meaning Pah knows what he did was wrong. Stabbing Osanai on the back when the man was already defeated and was unconscious... what Pah did was completely uncalled for. He shouldn't have done that and you know it. Also, I wanted Pah to learn from his mistakes so that he won't repeat the same actions again in the future. And if learning from mistakes means he has to stay in jail for a year then so be it. I never had bad intentions for Pah. I want him to grow as a better person. I hope you understand now what I'm trying to say, Peh..."

Sniffling and trying to hold back more tears, Peh slightly shook his head at me.

"I-I-I understand now, N-Nana-chan..." he cried out, looking down in shame and guilt and my gaze on him softened even more.

I let out another sigh and gave a pat on his shoulder before finally walking away from there and heading outside to find Manjiro. As I wandered around the hospital, searching for Manjiro, I entered a pathway that was in the middle of a courtyard, connected to the other side of the building. I immediately halted myself on the spot when I noticed Manjiro at the corner of the yard. It seemed like he was in his own daze. I watched him slide down the wall he was leaning on until he reached the ground. And that was when his tears finally started to fall from his eyes.

"Thank goodness... Ken-chin..." Manjiro softly cried out, cupping a hand over his eyes, his voice distorted from the tears that whelmed his eyes.

And seeing him cry like this brought back sad memories once again. The time when Mrs. Sano passed away, the time when Shinichiro passed away, every single time Manjiro walked away from everyone else and shed his tears alone, all by himself. He hated to cry in front of others. He hated to show his weakness to others. He wanted to appear strong as always. Like he did just now. Manjiro sobbed quietly, conveying the fear he had resisted back in the waiting room. In his point of view, if anyone saw him so vulnerable, they might question if he really was the commander of a notable biker gang.

"Don't make me worry like that, you asshole..." Manjiro mumbled to himself, slumping his head down, his hand secured over his forehead so that his hair wouldn't get caught in his eyes.

Of course, Manjiro was worried - from the very moment when he saw Draken wounded and bloodied back at the Musashi Shrine, up until a few minutes ago. He was anxious the entire time. He lost his mother when he was around 8 years. He lost Shinichiro just a few days before his 13th birthday. The last thing he wanted was to lose Draken as well, his best friend. I then took in a deep breath and approached the Sano boy. He didn’t seem to notice the sound of my footsteps and continued to look down. I kneeled down on the ground in front of him and patted his hair, wanting him to lift his head up.

"Nana-chin...?" Manjiro mumbled out, finally looking up at me with tears in his eyes.

"You know you can cry in front of us without any hesitation..." I stated in a gentle tone, wiping the tears that were staining his face. "Showcasing sadness and anxiousness, shedding tears of joy and sorrow, crying out loud in pain, anger or in utter happiness... All of these are natural human emotions, Manjiro. It's okay to cry out loud. It's okay to show sadness and disappointment if you get hurt or in pain. It's okay if you lean onto someone close to you for support whenever you're feeling down. It's okay to show your vulnerable side to the people you trust. It's okay to feel and be human every once in a while..."

Manjiro bit his bottom lip at my words and sniffled, silently listening to my every word without uttering anything himself. Without a second thought, I gently wrapped my arms around the Sano boy and pulled him into my warm embrace, resting his head on my shoulder. Manjiro also hugged me back, tightening his grip on me while I softly rubbed his back with my hand to calm him down, reassuring him that everything was going to be okay and that I was there for him.

"You did the same thing when Aunty and Shin-chan passed away, you know... Trying to appear strong in front of others, not shedding your tears to show your weakness and vulnerability... Manjiro, it's okay if you're not feeling strong every single time. It's okay to be weak, to feel weak. It's okay to cry. You don't have to burden yourself with every load that's thrown at you. You know I'm here for you... I promised my support to you for eternity the day Aunty passed away. You can lean on me whenever you feel like it, cry on my shoulder when you're sad, lonely, and depressed... I'm here for you, Manjiro, always and forever..."

Manjiro's arms tightened around my waist even more and brought me closer to his chest where I could hear his frantic heartbeat calming down a bit.

"Thank you, Nana-chin, for everything..."

~~~~~

4th November 2005

The moment my brownish-amber eyes opened and the white ceiling of the hospital room came into my view, the pain in my abdomen slowly began to pulse throughout my entire body. I could feel the pain throbbing, and all I could do was just stay down on the hospital bed, all still and motionless. From the daylight coming out of my window, I was able to deduce that the time of the day was either the morning or the afternoon. As much as I wanted to do it, I didn't even dare to attempt to get up from the bed just in sheer fright that I might make the pain even worse than it already was.

"Ah… I want to go home..." I let out a heavy sigh tiredly thinking about what went down on 31st October. "I hope Keisuke and the others are okay..."

"Nana?! Are you awake?” a familiar feminine voice suddenly spoke up in a concerned yet relieved tone and this caused me to turn my head around to see the certain individual standing in the doorway; it was Emma.

“Hey, Emma..." I softly greeted her with a smile as she quickly walked over to my side with a bag in her hand. "Just now… I woke up. What time is it?”

“November 4, 11:50 AM..." Emma responded back before staring up from her phone screen. "You've been asleep for a while now. I'm glad you're okay. When I got the call that you were in the hospital, I dropped everything and came here to see you..."

"Oh? Is that mean you were here with me the entire time then?" I asked, tilting my head to the side.

"Of course I was! There's no way in hell I could leave you here all by yourself after knowing that you got stabbed!" Emma huffed as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Grandpa was also worried about you, you know. Every day he dropped by to visit you but you were still unconscious back then..."

“Is that so, huh...? Then I need to apologize to Gramps for making him worried sick..." I muttered and Emma chuckled at me in response.

"Just get well fast and come back home as soon as possible. That would be enough for Grandpa as an apology..." she stated before setting the bag down on a chair beside my bed. "I left about half an hour ago to get some spare clothes for you..."

"Thank you, Emma." I expressed my gratitude with a smile.

"Oh, wait! Hold on! Let me call a doctor!" she squeaked out before dashing out of the room. "I’ll be back!"

And with that, Emma left the room and I was left alone once again. Right now, I was more awake this time so I was able to actually examine the room I was in. It was a small private room, just big enough to fit the bed and a sink. On the bedside table, were two vases of red roses and a few cards and letters. Curiosity got the best of me so I reached out to one of them and brought it to my face.

Dear Nana,

I don't know where to start to be honest. Well, let me start from the very beginning then... Nana, I'm sorry that you got hurt because of me. You may not know, but it was my ultimate mission to keep you safe and protected from every danger possible, especially from Kisaki, but I failed miserably at the very end. You took that deadly stab from Kazutora all to protect me and I don't know what to feel at this moment other than shame and guilt. I'm so so sorry, Nana... Please forgive me if it's possible. I know my words of apology won't be enough, so I'm making some plans for us alone. Get better soon so we can go back to school together. When you wake up, I promise I’ll treat you to some cakes, ice creams, and peyoung yakisoba! Everything's on me, so let's make it a date, okay? See you soon and I love you.

Yours ever,

Keisuke.

"Seriously, Keisuke..." I sighed and shook my head in disbelief. "You shouldn't feel this way. After all, we were in this together... It wasn't your fault that Kazutora tried to stab and I chose to save your life... You sure are an idiot, aren't you, Keisuke...?"

While staring down at his letter, I mentally made a note to make sure to reassure him that I was okay and that he must not feel guilty for anything. Whatever happened to me on the day of Bloody Halloween, it wasn't anyone's fault other than Kisaki and Kazutora's. So Keisuke shouldn't punish himself for me getting stabbed or anything else. But above all, the fact remained that Keisuke was still alive and breathing made me feel all happy and relieved once again. After that, I started to go through all the other cards and letters on the bedside table, and funny enough, all of them were from Keisuke himself.

Ever since we were kids, Keisuke always had a problem of understanding and learning the kanji words and because he was a slow learner, I could still remember him having difficulty keeping up with the rest of the students in the class. So, to help him learn the language, back in elementary school, I once suggested to him that we should write letters to each other in pure Japanese language every single day. In short, it was my easy way and method of helping Keisuke to learn the words and language. Keisuke who was really eager to learn and improve back then eventually agreed to take help from me and from then on we started to write letters to each other on daily basis to the point where it became a sacred habit and ritual just for the two of us - a special thing between me and Keisuke that we only shared with one another and no one else. The letters we wrote to each other weren't anything special to be honest, just simple words and info on our day-to-day life or shared stories if anything interesting or unusual happened on a specific day. Sure the letters and their words were simple and childish but to us, the connection and sentiment we shared through them were pure and genuine.

"Osaki-san, I’m glad to see that you're awake."

An unfamiliar masculine voice spoke up and my train of thoughts came to a stop before noticing the doctor walking into the room with Emma behind him.

“How are you feeling right now?” the doctor asked.

"Just a bit of pain here and there… but I think I’m okay...” I replied and he nodded his head at me in response.

The doctor then wrote a few things down and did what he needed to do. He then told me the estimated date I was going to be discharged was in a week which wasn't too bad in my opinion. And then a while later, he left the room and said that I should continue to rest up.

"Where's Manjiro and the others? How's Keisuke?" I asked Emma while she took a seat on a chair beside my bed and started to peel oranges and apples for me.

"Everyone's okay so you don't have to worry about them too much for now. Mikey and Baji came by to visit you almost every day when you were still unconscious... Also, Baji's the one who brought those red roses for you if you're curious to know who're they from..." Emma informed, pointing at those two vases on the bedside table and I slowly nodded my head in understanding.

"Are they coming by today as well?" I asked and Emma shrugged her shoulders in response.

"Don't know..." she replied nonchalantly.

But surprisingly enough, both Manjiro and Keisuke did drop by to visit me at the hospital that day.

"Nana-chin!!" Manjiro yelled out as he walked through the door, making Keisuke smack the blonde boy on the head, cursing at him for yelling in a hospital.

"Don't yell and run around like a four-year-old, you friggin moron!" Keisuke snapped with a scowling face.

"Ow! Baji, what the hell!" Manjiro pouted at him with a frown and their small banter brought a smile to my face.

"Keisuke, Manjiro... great to see you guys again." I greeted them with a bright grin. "Thanks for coming by again."

And my words immediately wiped the frown away from Manjiro's face which then was replaced by a big smile before he jumped and glommed onto my frame, making me fall back-first onto the hospital bed and surely enough, his actions didn't fail to annoy Keisuke to no extent once again.

"Oi, you little shit!! Stop annoying her!!" Keisuke barked out again as the ravenette boy tried to pry Manjiro off of me, but the boy was clinging onto me like a leech.

At some point, Keisuke decided to give up on detaching Manjiro from me and just let him be.

"How have you been, Nana?" Keisuke asked, looking all happy and relieved as he took a seat on the chair beside the bed, his voice kind and soft, quite characteristic whenever he spoke to me.

"I'm doing better than before, thanks for asking..." I replied with a smile while running a hand through Manjiro's blonde hair. "I assume you guys have been doing well too?"

"Yep, peachy!" Keisuke smiled back, leaning back into the chair he was seated on.

"And you, Manjiro? What about you-" I looked over at the said boy and was about to ask a question but then suddenly he cut me off by moving away from my body and looking into my eyes with his lifeless ones.

"Nana-chin..." Manjiro began with a smile, still holding onto my hands but stopped clinging to my frame. "You know when you got stabbed... I was so scared... so, so scared... I was so afraid that my fear turned into anger..."

Manjiro then broke eye contact with me and looked down at our interjoined hands while Keisuke and I stared at him with nothing but concern in our eyes.

"And before I knew it... I was on the verge of killing Kazutora..." Manjiro continued while playing around with my fingers. "But for some reason, I don't feel guilty, I don't feel guilty at all..."

"Manjiro..." I trailed off in concern yet confusion, not knowing what to say to this.

He didn't feel guilty for almost trying to Kazutora? I mean what the hell?

I know it was Kazutora's fault and everything... but still though...

"Nana-chin..." Manjiro called out as his voice cracked in the end before raising his head slightly to peer at me through his messy blonde locks, his grip on my hand tightened even more. "Don't ever leave me, please..."

At that moment, Manjiro looked like a lost child, helplessly finding for anyone to help him.

"I can't let you leave, not like Shinichiro-Nii..." he went on, his voice quivering and this caused me to wrap my arms around him, pulling him into a bear hug. "I-I think I'll kill everyone if you do... I'm gonna hurt everyone if you leave me, so don't do it, okay?"

Never in millions of years had I thought of expecting such a confession from Manjiro. For some reason, hearing his words, I wanted to say something, anything. The second I saw his shaking form, shivering like a leaf, all I could do was pull him even closer to my body and hold him tightly into my arms. Even though tears didn't form in his eyes, he was still on the verge of breaking down at any second now. Like the rest of us, Manjiro was a 15-year-old kid, still very young to tolerate such pain and agony. And the same went for everyone else, including Keisuke as well who was also there with us in the room. I closed my eyes and held onto Manjiro, letting him rest his head on my chest and listen to my heartbeat, a constant reminder that I still hadn't left him yet.

"I would never leave you, Manjiro... I'll always be here for you and everyone else, so don't worry about it, okay?" I stated in a soft tone, running my hands gently on his back while Keisuke silently watched us from his seat.

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old gold ☆ shinichiro won’t give you a chance ‘cause he doesn’t want you to waste your youth.. but he and his friends have never shared the same values.

takeomi akashi x female!reader x wakasa imaushi

3.7k words. | read on ao3. | minors dni.

cw/tw : spit roast, fingering, unprotected sex/creampie, exhibitionism (heard not seen), pet names, praise, light degradation, slight burn play, age gaps, reader wears a skirt, corruption kink.

“you look so pretty in an apron.”

shinichiro glares playfully at you out of the corner of his eyes, a smile creeping up on his face before he shakes his head.

“you know how they’ll talk to me if i burn this.”

you put on a fake pout, swinging your feet from where you’re sitting on the countertop watching as he finishes preparing dinner for the swarm of young men that were piled in the living room.

“it’s not like you’ve never burned anything before.”

he sucks his teeth at that, a small smile still lingering on his lips. you know you didn’t have much time left alone with him, that mikey would come around the corner looking for you with that chilling expression like he always does when you’ve snuck off to flirt it up with his big brother.

“and they don’t let me live it down until i cook for them agai—“

“shinichiro, let’s get married.” you cut him off and he just laughs. it’s like a broken record the way he brushes you off, treating you as if you have some school kid crush on him. like you’re not someone of legal drinking age with a fully developed brain. “i’m not a little girl.”

“i know you’re not.” he sighs through his nose, eyes leaving the stove top to look over at you and your feet still against the wooden cabinet door. “but you have so much time left to do whatever it is you want.”

“what i want to do is you.”

“you need to have fun.” he raises his eyebrows, he speaks the words softly but you know the intent behind them is firm. “you’re a beautiful girl, you’ve got the world in your palm. don’t let a relationship while you’re young tie you down.”

you want to open your mouth to answer but before you get the chance, you’re interrupted by the sound of mitsuya swinging himself around the corner. “smiley’s in here talkin’ shit about you not finishing the tournament.”

“i’m coming.” you quickly reply, hoping he’ll go away, but he doesn’t. you hop off the counter to follow after him, chewing at the inside of your cheek in frustration.

“two years.” you hear shinichiro speak from behind you and you spin on your heels. “in two years, if you’ve had all the fun you can handle and still want to get married, i’ll be here.”

there’s a smile on your face before you realize it’s there. “you’ll wait for me?”

“i don’t have anything else to do.” he shrugs and you don’t comment on how he doesn’t come off nearly as cool as he probably thought. “just workin’ at the shop.”

you nod, ignoring the calls of your name from the other room. “and cooking meals for us,” you add on, taking another step towards the living room before calling from behind the wall. “like what you’re burning right now.”

“shit—” you wish you could’ve seen his eyes go wide, and you nearly go back to fawn, until another call of your name rings off the walls and your already thin patience dissolves.

“i’m fucking coming!”

/ / /

“is it even unlocked?” you huff, irritated by the summer night’s heat as you walk in front of your two closest friends towards the all too familiar bike shop.

“should be, he said he’s hanging out with his old friends.” mikey answers.

“you should not be saying that.” draken laughs, and you know it’s meant as a shot at you.

“i only have a thing for shin’, not all old men.” you tsk.

“didn’t you tell inupi that he didn’t meet your age requirement?” draken teases but mikey is far from amused.

“my brother is not old, you—“ the shorter one starts.

“oh, it’s open.” you cut him off as you swing the door and to avoid his annoyed expression you rush inside. “shin’!” you sing, practically skipping through the bike shop looking for the man in question.

“slow down!” draken chides from behind you, muttering something about you knocking something over.

“why do you get to be the first one to say hi? he’s my brother.” mikey adds on and all you can do is laugh as you enter the hallway to the office near the back where the light shines under the door.

“‘cause he likes my face better than yours,” you swing the door open, sticking your tongue out at mikey. “obviously.”

it takes you a full minute to process who it is in front of you when you finally look and once you do, your jaw all but drops. through all the time you’ve spent as mikey’s friend, all the years you’ve followed shinichiro around, you’ve only caught glances of the old higher ups from the first generation of the black dragons. and aren’t they a sight to see.

shinichiro pulls you from whatever thoughts were forming as you eyed the other older men with a greeting.

“mikey messed up something on his bike.” you blurt, biting your lip to keep anything else from leaving your mouth. you point with your thumb towards the boys who have come to stand behind you, only to have the one you named slap it down.

“she did it, not me.”

you scoff at his lie, elbowing him to earn a nudge that sends you stumbling forward.

“i’ll look at it.” shinichiro pushes himself from where he’d been leaning against the desk, looking over to his white haired friend. “benkei, come pull the garage open?”

you watch him cross the room with hearts in your eyes, leaning into the door so your shoulder is pressed flat against it. you catch sight of his silver chain glinting in the low light, his black shirt only making it more prominent. you start to back out of his way alongside mikey, but the blonde doesn’t allow you to pass the door frame.

“you’re not gonna talk about how hot my brother is the whole time,” he pushes you back in the room, turning away and telling you from down the hall to, ‘go sit down.’

“my friends don’t bite.” shin’ smiles a promise and it comforts you slightly, especially when you catch his scent as he passes by—but not enough to turn around and face them. not until the door closes in your face and you can feel the burn of stares on your back.

“we really don’t bite,” is spoken from the couch following the sound of a lighter flickering.

“okay,” is all you manage back, awkwardly. you avoid looking at them in favor of staring at the spot where shinichiro had been leaning as you approach it.

“you shin’s girl?” makes you giggle as you hop up on the cold wood, thankful for the contrast to the warmth of your skin. but you still bite your lips, looking up at them as you debate how to reply.

maybe the whole first generation of black dragons were attractive, you think. surely draken couldn’t have been right about you just having a thing for older men. your eyes drag from the long-haired man with the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen to the more rugged one with a unique dye job of his own. you surely knew their names… somewhere in your mind.

“nah,” is what you settle on, shrugging. “not yet.”

the longer haired one says your name like something about your response made something click for him. “he said somethin’ about you before.”

you nod slowly, curiosity suddenly eating at you but like always, you’re interrupted before you can pry.

“been havin’ fun?” the one you’re starting to realise is akashi asks another question, and you only shake your head. maybe shinichiro told them about your deal. they were some of his oldest friends, it wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to believe. “you smoke?”

“oh no, not tobacco.” you shake your head, wrinkling your nose at the memory of how it’d tasted when you’d taken a hit from hanma shuji’s cigar months back.

“c’mon,” he calls you to the couch with a wave of his hand, watching intently as you hesitate, looking towards the closed door. shinichiro wouldn’t leave you with them if they would hurt you. slowly, you make your way to stand in front of him. he leans his head against his shoulder to blow the smoke away from your face when you stop, giving you a view of his defined jaw and that scar running down his cheek.

“one hit won’t hurt.” he looks back at you and holds the cigarette up for you to grab. with shaking fingers, you take it from his fingers. you can practically taste the smoke off of his scent alone. he reeks like a chainsmoker but somehow it’s not enough to make you repulsed.

“you’re such a pretty lil’ thing,” he mutters, leaning forward and reaching out with rough fingers to skim up the side of your thigh as you take a short drag. “it’d be a shame not to show you a good time while we got ya.” your face burns at the touch, and whatever expression you make from the unexpected words mixed with the sting of nicotine hitting your chest makes him chuckle. “that’s if you can handle it.”

you cough out the smoke, quickly moving the cigarette away from where it pollutes your air. “i can handle a lot,” you say coolly, grimacing at the aftertaste. “cigarette smoke just isn’t on that list.”

he chuckles and reaches to grab the cigarette from your hold. or so you thought, his hand instead wraps around your wrist, pulling you down gently to straddle his lap.

despite his gentle guiding, you manage to be clumsy enough that ashes are dropped on the top of your thigh— the burning cherry falling with it making you suck in a sharp breath, hand twisting into his shirt and eyes fluttering shut all the same. he hums and apologizes under his breath, adjusting you on his thighs as he reaches around you to the coffee table for his lighter— his chest pressing up against yours and free arm wrapping around the small of your back to secure you in the process.

“‘ll be more careful with ya, promise.” his stubble brushes against your neck as he leans back against the cushions, fingers fumbling against the plastic and the other trying to be delicate not to break the paper. you’re not sure where the confidence comes from, but you grab the lighter from his hold and flicker the flame for him, not once breaking eye contact as he places the butt back between his lips and leans in to catch the fire. your hand falls after the flame dies, watching him take a drag as your own breath gets caught in your throat when his free hand starts to dance up the side of your body.

once he finishes inhaling, he licks his lips and you feel something heat in the pit of your stomach at the sight—shinichiro wants you to experience being young and wild, surely he wouldn’t be mad if it was with his friends. smoke is blown across your face and before you have a moment to react, the hand at your side wraps around your jaw and holds it, but doesn’t pull you forward—you move on your own.

you press your lips into his and the taste of his tongue makes you whine before you adjust to it, your hands moving from where they’d fallen limp to wrap around his neck. the hold on your face disappears and then you feel the same rough palm gliding under your skirt, squeezing at the soft give of your ass. his mouth moves from your own, down to your neck where you shiver at the way he seems to find all your most sensitive spots with ease, sucking and licking at them. you’re so lost in the feeling that you don’t even notice when he moves his hand again, not until his thumb is pressing at your clit through your panties making you let out a soft whisper of a curse and you’re bucking your hips into his touch.

so caught up in how akashi consumes your senses, it takes far too long to recognize the other man’s hand— the man you’d completely forgot was still lingering in the room—is tugging at the end of your skirt.

“c’mere.” imaushi speaks low, his gaze dragging from your chest back up to your eyes before trying again to beckon you over with a nod of his head and even as akashi pulls from where he’d likely been putting marks into your skin, you hesitate. “it’ll be fun.” he finally convinces you and with akashi’s help, you’re crawling off his lap only to realize with a flushed face that you’re now stuck between them on your hands and knees.

the long-haired man’s hands are much softer in comparison to those trailing along the backside of your thighs. imaushi wraps his hand under your jaw the same way akashi had done, and you realize that he also waits for you to close the gap between the two of you on your own. low eyes glancing between yours and your likely swollen lips until you reach to connect with his.

his lips are softer than akashi’s, you note, his tongue sweeter. he moans lightly as you suck on the muscle, his grasp loosening in favor of wrapping around the back of your neck to pull you in closer. behind you, akashi thumbs over your slit, pressing the wet fabric deeper into your folds with each pass. you’re sure you make a noise when he starts to circle at your clit, one that imaushi mimics tauntingly before he pulls your shirt up, using the hand not pinning you to him to slide under your bra and tweak at your nipples.

one of akashi’s hands work your underwear to the side, a low “shit, baby” falls from his mouth and he mimics his same movements, teasing your clit and entrance until you’re making an even bigger mess for him, the sound of him gliding through your slit obvious in the otherwise quiet room. the need to have them do something— anything else becomes overbearing.

“stop teasing,” nearly comes out as a whisper when you pull from the kiss. but you know they both hear you because imaushi looks past you to where his friend is sitting and they both laugh shortly at your expense.

“not teasin’, pretty.” the man infront of you turns his hold so his thumb is under the side of your jaw, the rest of his fingers wrapper around your throat. “we don’t rush things like the little boys you run ‘round with.”

and as to prove his point, akashi pushes a single finger into you, taking his time to press it against your softest wall that he didn’t have to guess to find. if not for it being held up, you’re sure your jaw would drop as the high whine vibrates through your throat. another is added and you’ve lost a sense of where you are, your eyes roll back and you’re pushing your hips to try and force his pace but the hand that you know is holding his still lit cigarette grabs the fat of your ass, holding you in place for him to fuck his fingers into you how he sees fit.

you can hear the sound of imaushi undoing his pants below you but you don’t register why until he brings his mouth to your ear. “spit on it for me, princess.”

obediently, you do, moving with shaking arms to pucker your lips and drop spit onto the head of his cock. when akashi adds the third finger, your arms completely give out and imaushi’s hold isn’t as strong as you’d thought because you fall right onto his lap. you can’t complain, not with the pleasure coiling in your stomach, added with the sight of him pumping his length with your spit coating him.

“how you feelin’, lil’ baby?” the words float from the other end of the couch.

“s’good, ‘kashi, fuck.” he curls his fingers and pushes them deeper than before on your last word making you squeal.

“takeomi,” he huffs and you feel the weight by your feet shift. you’re sure you’d be able to pick up the sound of him unzipping his own pants but imaushi’s hand distracts you with a guiding push towards his now fully hard cock.

you’re granted the sight of his lean abdomen when he slides his own shirt up away from where his dick rests against it. “‘nd call me waka, yeah?”

you mumble out an, “‘kay, waka,” but it’s swallowed by the gasp you make when akashi presses the thick head of himself against your entrance. “‘omi, ‘omi fuck—“ he’s easily bigger than anyone you’ve taken, in girth at least.

“s’wet.” he sucks in a breath as he pushes in slowly, holding your skirt out of his way as he pulls back after every inch he sinks in to ease himself into you. “this for us old men, little thing?”

you moan a sweet ‘mhm’ though your face burns in embarrassment. you force yourself onto your forearms and wrap your lips around imaushi’s cock, the taste of salt diminishing the thought. later you’d think about how pretty his dick was, from the pink of the tip to the veins running along the shaft— veins that you now tongue at while you take more into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and moaning around him when akashi pushes even more of his thick cock into you and you’re starting to wish you would’ve taken the extra prep he’d been trying to do.

“what a mouth.” is grunted from above you and you wouldn’t believe the deepness in his tone if you weren’t hearing it for yourself. akashi chuckles shortly from where he’s kneeled when he feels you clench around him at what one can hardly call praise.

it’s when he finally bottoms out that his ashes fall on your skin once again, this time on your ass and you choke around the tip hitting your throat when the cherry burns you yet again, making you jump from where your hips were pressed to his.

“dirty girl.” akashi shakes his head knowingly at the way you tighten around him again. “‘nd i was so worried ‘bout hurtin’ you.”

“she like that?” imaushi asks with the most amusement you’ve heard from him tonight, which is still closer to none. but you don’t hear if he gets an answer because akashi winds his hips back and starts fucking into you— the pace isn’t brutal, but is far faster than the one he’d used while fingering you.

you try to bob your head but it’s no use when you’re forced down onto imaushi with each push of the clothed thighs behind you until you can’t breathe anymore and you have to pop off of him. your head falls back on his thigh and your nails come to dig into the fabric of his dark jeans.

“you’re good,” imaushi coo’s, grabbing your hand from his lap and using it to jerk himself off as your eyes flutter. “just be good ‘nd feel good for us.”

it’s all too much, the ecstasy they give you that you’ve never even brought yourself to, how they’re fucking you out farther than you’ve ever been, all while still treating you like glass. it makes your head spin, tears welling in your eyes as the knot in your stomach winds so tight it’s starting to fray.

“‘m close, s’close—fuck, fuck—“ you try to reach beneath you with your free hand, but akashi bats it away.

“c’mon baby, don’t insult me like that.” one of his rough hands reaches around your hip, pinching and rolling your clit between his fingers and sends you tumbling over the edge.

all you see is white as the hot static flows through your limbs, the curses escaping both the older men lost over the sound of your own broken moans. their names mix together, whined softly like a prayer repeated again and again as akashi fucks you through your high, groaning as his grip tightens into your plush skin at the way your pussy pulses around him.

“feel so damn good,” his own voice sounds worn and you let out a whimper. “‘gonna take it for me?”

you only have a clue at what he could mean but you nod and babble out ‘yes’ and ’please’ before you truly give it any thought. his speed picks up, but somehow still as gentle as he shove his cock so deep its painful and paints your walls white. it sends your eyes rolling back again just from the sensation.

“shiiiit— put your tongue out f’me, princess.”

it’s a heart racing sight to see how imaushi stares at you with parted lips, chest heaving as he throbs in your palm. you loll your tongue out just as he asked and he nearly instantly shoots his load on it with a silent moan, one that only becomes audible when you lick at his slit before swallowing what coats your tongue.

you’re floating as you’re straightened up by sturdy hands, a different set of hands massage soothingly at your thigh when you’re back upright.

“keep tryin’ with shin’.” akashi scoots to closer, letting you fall and lean into his side, one heavy arm resting along the back of the couch as the other put his nearly gone cigarette back between his lips. “he’s bound to give in.”

“”nd if not, just put it on him.” imuashi squeezes the fat of your thigh as he adds on. “he won’t be able to say no.”

all you can do is smile dumbly and nod. you’re so close to drifting off after such an orgasm and the way they speak so lowly from either side of you nearly lulls you to sleep. the only other thing you can remember before you fall into unconsciousness is the music playing from inside the shop— you wonder how long it’s be on, and why it’s so loud.

you miss shinichiro who finally comes back into the room after keeping everyone out of the hallway after he’d caught sound of your moans. miss the small rise of the corner of his mouth when he sees you all tuckered out and disheveled, the way you snuggle into akashi’s chest and push your leg into imaushi’s hand when he stops massaging at it for even a second.

“she have fun?” he asks his friends as he passes behind where you’re sat, palm falling to rub the top of your head.

“‘course she did,” imaushi answers.

“don’t get stingy when you finally put a ring on it.” akashi blows his smoke opposite of you. “even married women should have fun.”

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hyocherie · 2 years

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nobody's gonna know what I'm trying to draw....

#this isnt really what i had in mind #and yesj never used references #all drawings i do are all just my imagination #and my understandinh of anatomy #hyocherie #tokyo revengers #shinwaka #wakashin #the tags are a clue arent they #ill be posting the full drawing by this week #sano shinichiro #female imaushi wakasa #inc0rrect1stgenblackdragons #imaushi wakasa #ah yes dont mind my handwriting at the bg

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444takeomi · 8 months

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WHEN HE HAS A CRUSH ON YOU

: ̗̀➛ summary: how 1st gen bd act when they like you

character(s): shinichiro sano, wakasa imaushi, takeomi akashi, keizo arashi

warnings: female reader

wc: 2.0k

a/n: i wrote most of this after having worked a 70+ hour week. apologies if it doesn't make a lot of sense, i was very tired as you can imagine💀

: ̗̀➛ shinichiro

- shin is very open about his feelings, to the point where it's not even really a secret that he likes you — especially if you're close friends with him, there's a good chance you know already ahaha

- i think he's the type to get flustered whenever you initiate physical touch, even if it's accidental

- one time at the bike shop you unknowingly brushed your hand against his when you passed one of his tools to him and he literally thought about it for the rest of the day

- he's so touch starved </3

- his friends constantly make fun of him for the way he acts around you, while his siblings tell him you're way too pretty for him and out of his league

- he really can't catch a break💀

- shin gets upset if he finds out another guy likes you too, and he can't help but feel jealous whenever you laugh or smile more around the other guy than you do with him </3

- he really wants to impress you, he likes telling you stories from his black dragon days and goes into detail about all the fights he got into — he definitely over-exaggerates them a lot though and leaves out the parts where he got his ass handed to him💀

- if at any point he overheard you say you hated smokers he would literally try to quit just for you, or at the very least put out his cigarettes and avoid smoking when you're around him

- he’s such a cutie, he secretly watches those youtube videos titled ‘how to be a good boyfriend’ and ‘how to get your crush to like you back’ </3

- whenever shin notices you're nearby he subconsciously starts fixing his appearance — he’ll straighten his posture and run his fingers through his hair, he always wants to look his best in front of you

- if you ever compliment his cologne he makes sure to wear extra when he knows he's going to see you that day, he also likes to spray it on his hoodies and jackets and offers them to you when it's cold

- speaking of which, his heart literally skips a beat whenever he sees you wearing his clothes, it makes him feel like you're already dating and he can't help but start daydreaming about what it might be like being yours </3

- shin really wants to ask you out, but after being rejected so many times before he can't help but worry that you'll reject him too — however he eventually decides to take the chance and tell you how he feels, it's not as if you haven't already caught on anyway

- if you reject him he'll obviously be super upset, way more upset than he was after any of his previous rejections, but to be honest he was probably expecting it </3

- on the other hand, if you accept his confession he’ll be very caught off guard after being turned down so much in the past, but he'll be super happy nonetheless and won't be able to stop bragging to his friends and siblings that he finally has a girlfriend, and how he's so lucky that he gets to be dating someone as amazing as you <3

: ̗̀➛ wakasa

- waka isn't very vocal about his feelings towards you, and therefore he’s pretty good at hiding it to the point where almost no one would suspect that he liked you — but that's not to say his friends haven't picked up on it by now

- they constantly catch him staring at you, and he's really not as subtle as he thinks he is, half the time he's not even paying attention to them when they're talking to him because he's too distracted by how pretty you are

- if you end up noticing him staring he likes holding eye contact with you until you get shy and look away, he thinks it's adorable and it makes his heart flutter seeing you all bashful <3

- he usually has the same deadpan expression and rarely shows any emotion, but when you're around he's like a completely different person — he's noticeably more expressive and talkative and he smiles more often when he's with you

- he’s so in love </3

- waka is also considerably more touchy and clingy with you — it doesn't seem like anything out of the ordinary to most people, but if you pay close attention you’ll start to notice that he's always looking for the opportunity to sit next to you and be close to you wherever he can <3

- his love language is definitely physical touch, and he likes brushing his fingers against your skin and leaving fleeting touches whenever possible — he’ll feign innocence and pretend it was an accident but in reality he's totally doing it on purpose

- as much as waka likes physical contact, he always makes sure to respect your personal boundaries as he'd never want to make you uncomfortable

- he's the type to notice small differences about your appearance, like if you've changed your hair or done your makeup differently

- he pays a lot of attention to you, more than you probably realise <3

- i don't think waka would make a huge deal out of confessing to you, he'd probably either just come up to you one day and tell you straight up or alternatively he might drunkenly blurt it out to you by accident

- if it was the latter you most likely wouldn't take him seriously at first, and so he'd make sure to tell you again once he was sober, as he wouldn't want you to think he was just messing with you because he was drunk

- if you rejected him he'd definitely be humbled, as i don't think he's someone that’s used to being turned down, but he’ll respect your decision of course and hopes that you can still be friends

- now that he's finally struck out with a girl he knows that shin will have something to make fun of him for after years of being teased for his 20 rejections💀

- however if you accept his confession you’ll finally get to see the real waka, he stops holding back and becomes especially clingy and needy for your attention, a side of him that only you get to see <3

: ̗̀➛ takeomi

- omi isn't the best at handling his emotions, especially when it comes to you — at first he was in complete denial about liking you, hoping that if he ignored his feelings towards you that they would eventually go away

- if his friends ever mentioned you or implied that he had a thing for you he would insist that you were annoying and would tell them he couldn't stand you💀

- little did he know they saw right through him, it was pretty obvious how fond of you he was just from the way he looked at you

- i feel like it got to the point where he was so stubborn about it that waka had to go as far as to pretend he was going to ask you out just to get omi to finally admit that he had feelings for you

- omi is the embodiment of being mean to you because he likes you — he's always teasing you and loves to push your buttons to try and get a reaction out of you, he thinks you’re cute when you get mad

- however if you tease him back it catches him completely off guard, he gets all flustered and starts stumbling over his words </3

- you always catch him looking at you from across the room, he tries so hard to play it off as if he wasn't just checking you out but he does it all the time to the point where it's obvious💀

- while omi may struggle with being affectionate towards you, the way he shows you he cares is through doing favours for you, for example by offering to take you home on his motorcycle

- beware of riding with him though because he likes to randomly speed up out of nowhere, you just assume it's because he's a bad driver but little do you know he only does it because he’s hoping you’ll get scared and wrap your arms around his waist

- if you do end up clinging to him he’ll more than likely make fun of you for it, but his heart will be racing the entire time — he’s just glad that you can't see his face because he can feel his cheeks getting warm </3

- similar to waka, if he was going to confess to you he wouldn't really make a big deal out of it either, i think he'd just casually mention that he liked you in the middle of a conversation and it would catch you completely off guard

- if you reject omi he’ll actually be so embarrassed, i feel like he'll immediately change the subject and act like nothing happened because he doesn't know how else to handle the rejection </3

- if you tell him you feel the same he might get a little cocky about it initially, but deep down he's just so relieved you didn't reject him — despite the confident front he puts up he was actually really nervous to tell you

- he probably tries to give dating advice to shin as if you two haven't only been going out for a few days💀

: ̗̀➛ keizo

- benkei is such a sweetheart, but even more so when he has feelings for you

- i feel like he's the kind of person who just admires you from afar when he likes you — especially if you're close friends, he definitely doesn't have any plans to tell you as he wouldn't want to risk ruining the relationship you two already have </3

- although he doesn't want to outright tell you how he feels that doesn't mean he won't drop small hints here and there

- for example, he always offers to walk you home even if it's completely out of his way, and if you’ve forgotten your jacket when it's cold out he’ll drape his own over your shoulders as soon as he notices you shivering <3

- he’s also very protective over you, especially when you go out to places like bars or clubs — he watches over you throughout the evening just to make sure that no one is harassing you, and if someone does end up making you uncomfortable or puts their hands on you without permission he won't hesitate to beat the living shit out of them

- considering how strong he is, benkei is surprisingly very gentle with you

- he always seems to know exactly how you're feeling, and whenever you're sad he’ll engulf you in a big hug, holding you in his arms so delicately like you're made from the most fragile glass </3

- he also remembers a lot of small details about you that you've mentioned in previous conversations, such as your go-to orders from different restaurants or your favourite songs — he claims that he just has a good memory but in reality it's because he loves listening to what you have to say <3

- benkei cares a lot about your safety, whenever the two of you are out together he always walks on the outer part of the sidewalk so that he's closest to the cars, and if you go somewhere by yourself he’ll ask you to text him when you get there so that he knows you're okay

- he loves giving you head pats, especially if you're a lot shorter than him — he thinks the height difference between the two of you is really cute <3

- if you're into working out then he’ll invite you to train with him at the gym and will offer to spot you

- senju always makes fun of him for his crush on you, sometimes she deliberately teases him when you're around to the point where it's pretty clear that he likes you </3

- as i've mentioned, benkei will hint at the fact he likes you but i don't think he'd directly tell you, to be honest if you want to date him you’d probably have to be the one to ask him out yourself

- if you did end up telling him you liked him he'd be very taken aback by your confession, but after the initial shock wore off he'd of course tell you he felt the same way, unable to wipe the grin off his face <3

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wakasaz · 11 months

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Just Friends?

♡~Wakasa Imaushi x Fem!Reader

♡~Not proofread

♡~Based on this

♡~wc 3.5k

♡~ao3

Tw~ 18+ MDNI!, unprotected sex, cheating, oral(female and male), rough sex, semi-public sex/public sex, I think that's everything, but I probably forgot something.

Over the years Wakasa has always been there for you. Always at your side whenever you needed him. So today was no different. Wakasa rushed over to your apartment the minute he got off the phone with you. Unlocking the door and walking in he went right for your bedroom where he could hear your quiet sobs. The moment he opened the door to see you laying on your bed his heart sank. Did your boyfriend break up with you? This wouldn't be the first breakup he helped you through. Honestly the moment he heard you crying when you called he didn't even ask what happened just told you he would be there in five minutes and hung up.

He walks into the room, laying on the bed beside you rubbing his hand up and down your back trying to calm you. "Waka" you choke out, look up from your pillow to see your best friend laying in your bed looking worried. "Who ass am I kicking?" He asks in his lazy voice as he lays on his back and opens his arms waiting for you to lay on his chest. "I think somethings wrong with me," you whisper to him. "the hell are you talking about?" Did that asshole say something was wrong with you? Is that where this is coming from? If it is, Wakasa is prepared to do a lot more than just kick his ass. He would kill for you. He would do anything for you, all you have to do is ask.

"Why doesn't it feel good?" Wakasa raises a brow at you confused. "Why doesn't what not feel good?" He asks. "You know" you say as you nod your head towards him. "Princess, if I knew I wouldn't be asking" you groan and slam your head onto his chest. "Sex Wakasa, why doesn't sex feel good." Wakasa starts chuckling. Now he has to sit here and hear about the man he hates fucking you. But he will. He will listen to all of it because he wants to make you happy. He will endure listening about a man he hates doing the one thing he wants to do but will never have the chance. "It's not funny!" You say slapping his arm as he laughs more while shaking his head slightly. "What? Trouble in paradise? That boyfriend kd yours not fuckin you right or something?" He asks.

You roll your eyes. "I'm serious, Waka. I think there is something wrong with me." He stops laughing and turns his head to get a better look at you. You're still laying on his chest, fingers running across his stomach drawing random shapes. "What are you talking about?" His tone is serious. You aren't used to him sounding this serious. It's usually all jokes and sarcasm with him. "Have have you never–" "No, I haven't" you say as you bury your face deeper into him feeling yourself getting embarrassed. Wakasa gulps. You haven't? No, that can't be right. You've had plenty of boyfriends in the past. Surely someone has gotten you off before, right?

"Oh God, you think I'm a freak don't you?" You whine. "No" He says sternly. "He's just not fucking you right" he mumbles. "He's not?" Wakasas eyes widened. You weren't meant to hear the last part. He lets out a sigh. "No, princess. Sounds to me like he doesn't know how to touch you" you sit up and stare down at Wakasa. Big doe eyes full of innocent stare at him. Because that's what you are to him, innocent. His sweet little best friend. The sweet girl who came to him crying at sixteen over your first heartbreak. The same girl who at seventeen came to him with her second over a cheating boyfriend. That same boyfriend learned quickly not to make you cry and you learned how to bail someone out of jail that night.

Wakasa sits up. You are nose to nose. His breath is hitting your face. If either one of you moved any closer your lips would be pressed together. The truth is you've always found Wakasa attractive. He was the typical bad boy at school that all the girls wanted but never showed them an ounce of attention. His attention was always on you. Wakasa has changed over the years. He grew his hair out and added purple. You swear he's never looked as good as he does right now.

Wakasa is playing with your fingers looking down. "I could show you," he whispers. "Show me what?" He looks up leaning in close. His lips brush against yours. "I could show you how you deserve to be fucked, princess" you slam you lips into him. He tastes like cigarettes and candy. He groans as he grabs the back of your head pushing you deeper into the kiss. He runs his tongue along your lip asking for entrance. You deny him. He chuckles as he smirks against your lips. You always did like to tease him. He yanks your hair causing you to gasp, he slips his tongue into your mouth. You moan into the kiss, locking your arms around his neck. Wakasa pushes you onto your back as he continues to kiss you. He moves onto your neck, licking, biting, and sucking everywhere he can. Your pants and moans fill the room. "Tell me, princess, has any man ever made you cum?" He asks as he starts to run his hand up under your shirt, goosebumps following his touch. You shake your head as he gives you a hum in response. "How about you then? Even made this pussy cum?"

"N-no" you tell him embarrassed that your friend is asking these questions. "No? Have you ever touched this pretty pussy?" He asks as he runs his hands over your clothed center. You nod "then why haven't you made yourself cum? "I–I get nervous and stop before I can" He hums again as he switches to the other side of your neck. "What do you think about when you touch yourself? Your boyfriend?" "No" you say quickly as you grip into his shoulders as he starts sucking on your neck. He chuckles "you think about me then, cause I think about you when I'm fucking my fist" "y–yes" Wakasa gasps. He wasn't expecting you to think about him. Actually he's surprised you're even letting him touch you this way. "I always think about you," you tell him. He lifts up from your neck kissing you slowly. It's filled with all the things he wishes he could get himself to say. All the feelings he has kept bottled up afraid of losing you.

"Can I touch you?" He asks as he rests his forehead against yours. You nod. Slowly he slides down your body as he removes your clothes. His hands gripping your tits and pinching and twisting your nipples. His hot mouth sucking and licking on them. He kisses his was down your body as he moves your pants. He spreads your legs and looks at your clothed cunt. He can see how wet you are. He runs his finger up your clothed slit before leaning down and licking, groaning as he gets a slight taste of you through the fabric covering you. You gasp and whine his name. He slowly removes the last piece of clothing tossing them on the floor. "Look at that pretty pussy" He says As he kisses your thigh. "Prettiest fucking pussy I've ever seen" He puts your legs over his shoulders as he kisses your slip before he starts lapping at your cunt. He moans against you. Finally able to taste you. You're the best damn thing he's ever had in his mouth. He thinks you're his new favorite flavor. He takes his thumb and spreads you open circling his tongue on your bundle of nerves. Your legs are shaking on his shoulders as you grip his hair. Your panting and whining as you gasp out his name.

He licks and sucks on your clit before dropping his tongue to your entrance. He fucks you with his tongue as his thumb circles your clit. At this point you're moaning and screaming his name. Your grip on his hair is so tight it hurts but he doesn't care. He's in heaven. In seconds he has you cumming on his tongue. He continues to lick until he can tell you rode out your high. He misses your cunt again. "Got one more for me?" He asks as he starts licking again. He runs his teeth over you, nipping every once in a while. As he's lapping at your cunt he adds a finger earning a moan from you. He curls it trying to find that spongy spot he knows will have your toes curling. Your moans are turning into screams of his name. He adds a second finger and before long you're cumming all over him again.

Wakasa sits up as he wipes off his mouth with the back of his hand kissing up your body to your lips. This kiss is rough, filled with nothing but lust for one another. Finally he removed his clothes. You sit up offering to suck him off. He shakes his he'd "tonight's all about you sweet girl" He says As he pushes you back down on the bed hovering over you. He kisses you again as he strokes himself a few times. "Ready?" He asks as he runs his tip up and down your slit. You nod, both of you moaning as he finally enters you. He starts off slow. He's holding both of your hands, his forehead resting against yours watching you as he fucks you. Wakasa knows he's never had a pussy this good. He's dreamed of this moment for years. "Fast Waka" you whine. He removes his hands from yours grabbing your hips as he starts at a rough pace. He shoves his face into your neck. He's kissing and sucking anywhere he can reach. He's groaning and cussing into your neck. Your moaning his name as you leave scratches up his back. He hisses but enjoys the sensation of your nails on his skin. He can feel your walls clenching him. He starts rubbing on your clit and he pounds into you harder. "Come on, princess, cum for me" He says As you arch your back, heels digging into his back as you pull him even closer to your body, screaming his name. You're clenching him so hard he can hardly move. He swears you are sucking him on. He grunts "you were made for me." You can feel his cock twitching inside of you. "Such a perfect pussy for me"

Quickly wakasa pulls out spilling all over your stomach. He swears he's never cum so hard. Spilling more than he's ever done before. You're covered as some spills off of you into the sheets. You're both panting. Bodies covered in sweat. Wakasa is kissing all over your face, chest and neck as he holds you. Scared you're going to say you regret it. You smile up at him. He tucks some of your hair behind your ears. You both look down looking at the mess he left. "Sorry, let me get a tow–" He doesn't finish his sentence as his mouth hangs open. You take your finger running through the mess left on you and sucking it off your fingers as you close your eyes and moan. Wakasa feels his cock twitch. Hardening at the sight. "Fuck" He groans as he slams his lips onto yours again.

The second time is rough. He has you face down ass up. He's slapped your ass so many times you know you'll be bruised. His grip on your hips is so tight you know you'll find his hand prints still there days later. "Look at you taking my cock so well" He says As he lands another slap on your ass. "You were made to be my little cock sleeve." He grabs you by your hair, yanking you up, your back back is against his chest. One hand is around your neck tightening every few thrust while the other runs down your body to play with your pussy. Your head is tilted back onto his shoulder. His thrusts are getting harder and harder. "Such a good little slut for me. You get off on fucking your bestfriend while your boyfriend is at home sleeping?" Moaning he tightens his grip on your neck cutting off air for a second before relaxing his grip. "What was that?" "Y-yes!" You yell. He chuckles against your neck as he plants kisses on you. You've lost track of how many times he has made you cum tonight. You know it's more than seven because that's the last number you remember counting to. "He fuck you like this?" "No, God no!" You scream before he tightens his hand again. Eyes crossing at the lack of air. Sucking I'm a deep breath when he releases again. "Maybe we should call him. Huh? What do you think about that princess? Let him hear how you like to be fucked. How you like bouncing on your best friend's cock. How you scream my name." He tightens his fist again before you can answer. He lets go of you and causes you to fall face first on the mattress. He falls on top of you. Rolling his hips into you moaning your name before spilling inside of you. He continued to fuck you the rest of the night until you fell asleep from exhaustion. He cleaned you up and stayed the night holding you in his sleep. He left before you got up in the morning but left a note telling you to call him as soon as you're up.

Ever since that night sucking Wakasa has become a nightly thing. The minute your boyfriend leaves your apartment you call wakasa and he shows up within five minutes, and has you naked in three. Some nights are rough. Nothing but the dirtiest fucking but other are sweet and loving. This continues for months. Wakasa has called off all the girls he was fucking before. They don't appeal to him anymore. They aren't you. Their pussies aren't yours. He swears you ruined him. No pussy will ever be as good as yours.

Wakasa hates Friday nights. It's your movie night. He used to love them, before your boyfriend. Before it was just you two. Now every Friday he has to show up. Now he has to watch the asshole have his hands all over you, and kiss you. Wakasa just rolls his eyes. While your boyfriend might get to hold you during the day and in front of everyone, wakasa is holding you at night. He's the one making you scream every night, begging him to fuck you one more time. He's the one who you beg to fuck your throat and cum down it so you can taste him not your friend. It'll never be your boyfriend. Wakasa will make sure it'll always be him.

You're sitting in the middle on the couch and a blanket lays over your legs. Your boyfriend's arm is around your shoulder as he watches the movie. Wakasa shoves his hand under the blanket and lays it on your thigh. You turn your head to look at him but he is staring at the tv. Slowly he inches his hand higher and higher until he is touching your clothed cunt. You jump light. Your boyfriend looks at you asking if you're alright. "Yeah, everything okay?" Wakasa asks with a voice laced with sarcasm as he smirks at you. You mumble out a fine. Everyone goes back to watching the movie as wakasa starts rubbing you. You slam your legs together as he turns his head to you, raising a brow. Slowly he slides his hand in your pants and starts to play with your pussy. You gasp, moaning quietly. Your boyfriend and wakasa are talking now as he enters a finger into you curling it hitting the spot that makes you see stars as his thumb rubs your clit. You let out a loud moan as your boyfriend and wakasa ask if you're okay. They continue talking when you assure them everything is fine. Wakasa adds another finger thrusting and rubbing faster.

Your boyfriend excuses himself to the bathroom before wakasa is pushing you back ok the couch hovering over you finger fucking you as he roughly kisses you. "Need you so bad" He mumbles against your lips. This continues until you hear the bathroom unlock. Wakasa jumps off of you, pulling you to sit up as well. Your boyfriend comes back throwing his arm around you again while wakasa continues to finger you under the blanket.

Wakasa has made you cum two times just by his fingers. Your boyfriend is asleep on the armrest of the couch. Wakasa picks you up sitting you on his lap as he pulls down your pants and panties and his own. "Waka he's right there" you whisper to him. "It's fine. He'll never know" he says As he shoves you down on his cock. He helps bounce you on him. Your head is thrown back on his shoulders and he is biting on yours to try and quit himself. He has one hand covering your mouth to quiet your moans and whines. As you bounce on him he is fucking up into you meeting your hips half way. You're cumming for the nth time tonight when your boyfriend starts to move on the couch. Wakasa stops moving for a second as he watches him. When he doesn't wake up and he starts bouncing you again. It doesn't take long for him to throw his head back spilling inside of you. He lifts you up and helps you readjust your pants before sitting you back down and watching the movie as if nothing happened. The next morning wakasa says bye to your friend as if he didn't fuck you right next to him the night before.

Once your boyfriend is gone you notice Wakasa is more annoyed than usual. He's brushing off your questions or giving you short answers. Finally you corner him in your kitchen. Trapping him against the counter. "What the fuck is your problem?!" You yell at him. "You've ignored me all day" He laughs, shaking his head. "My problem? You want to know what the fuck my problem is? Having to watch you be all touchy with that asshole who doesn't deserve you!" He yells "he's my boyfriend wakasa!" He shakes his head face growing angrier "he can't even get you to cum when he fucks you! You've had to come to me just to get off for the past seven months!" He yells "do you want to stop fucking me is that it?!" You yell back. "No!" "Then why do you care if I'm touchy with him?" "Because I'm fucking in love with you okay!"

Both of you widen your eyes. Wakasa was content keeping that a secret as long as you kept fucking him but seeing your boyfriend all over you made him pissed, jealous. He wants to hold you in front of everyone, not just at night. He opens his mouth to saying something but you slam your lips onto his. Running your fingers through his hair before wrapping your arms around him. Wakasa switches your positions against the counter before lifting you to sit you on top of it. Spreading your legs to settle between them he rips your pants off before falling to his knees and eating you like a starved man. He is lapping, sucking, and biting on your cunt. It's messy, his spit running down his chin. He pulls against him as hard as he can. You're cumming on his tongue in seconds. Quickly wakasa stands wrapping your legs around his waist as he picks you up and carries you to the bedroom. He lays you on the bed and slowly undresses both of you. He lays on top of you, fingers interlocked, kissing you slowly. He enters you both of you moaning. His pace is slow but deep. Hitting all the places that make your toes curl. It's intimate. More intimate than anything either of you have done before. He wraps his arms around you pulling you chest to chest just so he can be as close to you as possible. He feels you pussy clenching as his cock twitches. "Love you so much" he whispers to you. "Loved you since we were teenagers" you moan his name arching your back you cum all over his sock. He rests his forehead against you as he fills you up. You both lay there holding each other as you catch your breath. He's laying on your chest with his arms around your waist holding you against him. Your legs are wrapped around him as you play with his hair. Both of you are smiling.

"I love you too"

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prime-adeptus · 7 months

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THANK U, NEXT : A WRITING COLLAB

hello! as a thank you all for the warm welcome in the x reader community, i wanted to do something we could do together! :D

RULES

18+ only; nsfw and dark content are allowed. of course, you can also submit sfw fics if you'd like, but please be above the age of 18!

multifandom; you can write for whichever animanga/game character you'd like as long as it's a reader insert.

a maximum of three fics are allowed per track. there also isn't a minimum word count — as long as you have fun writing, that's what matters!

you can do two songs if you'd like, just let me know the details :)

when you post your entry, use the tag #tuncollab, tag me and link to this post!

to join, simply send me an ask with the song you want, the character you'll be writing for, the rating, and any content warnings necessary. we don't have to be mutuals for you to join!

[updated jan 6th] there is no deadline <3 go at your own pace

TRACK #1 : IMAGINE

IMAGINE | nanami kento x reader | by k9nto

nsfw | afab reader | billionaire! nanami, old high school acquaintances to lovers; cunnilingus, cum eating, marking, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, discussions of pregnancy.

TRACK #2 : NEEDY * full!

haitani rindou x reader | by fubu18writes

rating & tags tba

hisagi shuhei x reader | by fubu18writes

rating & tags tba

NEEDY | sano manjiro (mikey) x reader | by sin-and-punishment

nsfw | female reader | manila mikey, light angst & fluff

TRACK #3 : NASA

jean kirstein x reader | by chaotic-nick

nsfw | guy best friend! jean

oliver aiku x reader | by kakujis

rating may change

TRACK #4 : BLOODLINE

fushiguro megumi x reader | by bleach-your-panties

nsfw | female reader | crack, angst

TRACK #5 : FAKE SMILE

izuru kira x reader | by bleach-your-panties

more tags tba

kageyama tobio x reader | by pparadiselost

nsfw | female reader | more tags tba

TRACK #6 : BAD IDEA

bad idea (forget about it, forget about me) | by bioticlaw

nsfw | female reader | fwb, unrequited pining, unhealthy relationships, angst.

getou suguru x reader | by nutheadgeenat

nsfw | more tags tba

haitani ran x reader | by ranphobic

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TRACK #7 : MAKE UP

ryuguji ken (draken) x reader | by h8ani

nsfw | more tags tba

scaramouche x reader | by hiperacid2

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TRACK #8 : GHOSTIN * full!

GHOSTIN’ | hanma shuji x reader | by kiirsteiins

nsfw | gender neutral reader | major character death, kanto incident spoilers, graphic depictions of violence and gore, mentions of suicide ideation, canon divergence, aged up characters | smut tags incl. penetrative sex, fingering (reader receiving), pet names.

gojo satoru x reader | by kakujis

nsfw | female reader | more tba!

GHOSTIN | mitsuya takashi x reader | by h8ani

nsfw | female reader | major character death, grief, mentions of blood, mentions of a panic attack, hurt/no comfort. | smut tags incl. unprotected sex.

TRACK #9 : IN MY HEAD

fushiguro toji x reader | by nova-amor

nsfw | female reader | more tags tba

geto suguru x reader | by shidouryusm

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gojo satoru x reader | by tteokdoroki

rating may change! | female reader | more tags tba

TRACK #10 : 7 RINGS * full!

bokuto koutarou x reader | by sunarc

nsfw | female reader | more tags tba

hinata shoyo x reader | by shoyostar

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kuroo tetsurou x reader | by quaranweeb

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TRACK #11 : THANK U, NEXT

itadori yuji x reader | by sukxma

suggestive/nsfw | more info tba

TRACK #12 : BREAK UP WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND, I'M BORED * full!

diluc ragnvindr x reader | by hiperacid2

nsfw | more tags tba

imaushi wakasa x reader | by wakashawty

nsfw | female reader | more info tba

ryuguji ken (draken) x reader | by sin-and-punishment

nsfw | female reader | more info tba

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wazabii · 1 month

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Jealousy? Or Insecurity

Imaushi Wakasa

Tw: jealousy, Sub!Wakasa, use of Babydoll, Haitani Ran x OC, praise and little degradation, Crying Wakasa, female reader, touchy with someone other than their partner, setting switching, smug reader, Dom!reader kind of yapping at the end (tell me if i missed anything) wellcome for the POC readers ;))

Pairing(s): Imaushi Wakasa ; reader

Genre(s) : romance/smut

WC :> 3,379

Enjoy

Wakasa was a simple man. Money, power and pussy. He had it all, and it's safe to say he was satisfied.

Getting women to swoon over him wasn't a hard thing for him to do, unlike one of his best friends (Shinichiro 💀). It came naturally to him throughout his lifetime.

When he was younger, 17 or so , he was already surrounded by women because of his powerful status. Being the former leader of Kodo Rengo and one of the original members of the black dragon's, he was bound to get surrounded by admirer's. Good or bad. And that's how he met his girlfriend of five years.

Of course, before dating him, wakasa made sure you understood his lustful lifestyle. Filled with wine and women and his 'wonderful' vices.

Compared to before, wakasa was definitely more tame in his sex life, only turning to you once in a while when he truly can't keep himself together. But even he, can't help but steal a glance or two, or three....... Or more of wonderful backsides that some women carry. It's one if the many uncountable reasons that he was attracted to you.

Working as a bartender at a world class bar as a side job to wakasa was easy enough. But having tens if not hundreds of beautiful women crowding 'round the place all day, makes it harder for him to work, with them asking for his addy too.

Today wakasa was stressed. His client, at the gym, got into a car crash, and he only knew when his client landed in the hospital. And on top of that, Takeomi got into a fight, though winning, he got badly hurt. So wakasa took a day to distress at the same bar he worked in.

Walking into the bar, he was swarmed by the classy women, young and old, curvy and petite, tall and short. It would be heaven, if he didn't have a girlfriend. He didn't entertain them and just gave the same boring replys, not disrespectful but not enough to continue any conversation.

"Hello","hey","what's up?"

Were his go-to replies.

He walked to the heart of the club, where all the dancers and the bar was closest to. He sat down and ordered a drink.

"1 Night Tripper thank you" he cupped his face with his hand and leaned onto it, lazy eyes glancing around the club.

It was always this face and that face, not a single person he couldn't remember seeing. While he was deep in his mindless thoughts, a pair of brothers sat next to him.

"Hey wakasa! Whatcha doin here?" The infamous Roppongi duo was seated next to him.

"Hey. Had to get my mind off things." His monotonous voice could barely mask the stress.

They conversed for a while before a women in a wine red dress, hardly covering anything, came over and sat on wakasa's lap, her large bittocks pressung against him. Wakasa froze, relishing it the feeling of a nice ass on him. But, regaining his self control, he softly pushed the woman and grabbed the empty chair next to him, sitting her down and continued talking with the brothers.

"Hey [Name]! Isn't that your boyfriend and the Hentai brothers over there?"

You took a peak, and indeed, there were the men that your friend mentioned.

"Amina it's Haitani, not Hentai, that makes a completely new word hun, I'll work on the pronunciation with you later wh-"

"Hey who's that bitch with your boyfie!" Amina jabbed a slender finger in their direction.

You met Amina through a marketing course half a year ago, and despite not knowing her for long, you two were like two peas in a pod, her firey attitude and confident aura intriguing you, her steady, powerful voice when she talks, the unwavering steps she takes as she walks, her down to earth self, made you want to be around her (which was surprising considering your lack of want for people swarming around you), yet not once has befriending her make you regret it.

This time, it wasn't a peak that you made at the men. Your head snapped to them so hard if you weren't so furious it would give you whiplash. 'What in the rubber duckies was wakasa doing, letting that girl practically lay on him!'

"Girl I'll go deal with the lil ass, you go get yourself a fine man k? Infact i feel like you and Ran would hit it off!" Clapping your hands excitedly, but once remembering that you were angry right now, You were about to storm over a confront him, but you decided to have a little fun.

Giving Amina a slight shove towards the older brother cunningly, "Go talk to Ran, he's the one with the cocktail, don't distract Rindou tho, he's talking to wakasa"

Amina stumbled a bit, but was thankful that you encouraged her to talk to the man she's been eyeing all night.

"Thanks babes~ mwah 💋 " she wiggled her fingers in a wave and went over to Ran.

Waving in acknowledgement , you turned back to the scene in annoyance.

Seeing Rindou talk to him, gave you an idea, not the brightest one, but an idea nonetheless.

You've known the Haitani's for as long as you could remember. They saw you at a park when you were young and challenged you to a pull up contest on the monkey bars. They were strong, no doubt, but you being the competitive person you are, didn't stop even when your arms were dying. Eventually, you won, the challenge and their respect. And you know damn well they both love a little drama.

Strutting over on front of the purple haired male, you gave him a sultry greeting. Ignoring the look Wakasa was giving you.

"Hey Rin Rin~" stroking his cheek with your red tipped index finger, you placed a knee right beside his thigh, leaning into him, black-based and gold rimmed cocktail dress enhancing your figure. Sensing your intentions with his drama dececter, he played along.

"Hey bunny, haven't seen you in a while, what's got you in this place" Rindou took his hand and brushed it along your thick thighs, squeezing once he got to the juciest part.

"Just a little bored, wanted to hangout with my girl-" the soft and breathy tone contrasted the hard smirk that was plastered onto your smug face when you heard a screech come from the chair behind you, the chair Wakasa was sitting in.

Wakasa couldn't handle it anymore, how could you! Right in front of him too? He stormed to the dim exit of the club, fiotsteps so heavy, that if you stood near him you could feel the vibration in the floor.

Grinning at Rindou, you knew your plan had worked, you pat his shoulder before pinching his cheeks between your pointer and thumb.

"Thanks Rin, we'll catch up next time kay~?" Rindou nodded in reply, a Cheshire grin taking over his usual stoic expression.

"Tell me how it goes" he winked before gesturing you to leave.

"Go get 'im!" I gave a firm nod, and waved good bye to Rindou, Amina was keeping Ran busy so o didn't try to interrupt their time together.

I walked after the jealous man, a slight skip in my step, knowing i had him right where i wanted.

I saw wakasa walking towards the bus stop. Amusement was evidently plastered on ny face. Softly i walked after him, and hooked my arms around his waist. Hearing a soft gasp from him i chuckled to myself. I lifted him up bridal style and walked back to the Kawasaki Ninja H2R. Keys in mouth, and a crabbed Wakasa in my arms.

"What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way" I airily sighed. Wakasa only crossed his arms, hands clenching the sleeves of his shirt, jutting his rosy lower lip out, forming a cute pout, if not for the situation at hand.

I put the man down, and cliimbed onto my beloved bike, Wakasa gingerly following after. He loosely gripped onto the clothing resting on the side of my hips.

I started the bike, letting him do whatever he wants, 'hmph! Lil boy gon' regret this' i smirked cynically, thankful that i was the driver, rendering my boyfriend blind to my actions. I was crusing for around 5 or so minutes and put my plan into action. I leaned slightly forward, not enough for him to notice a difference, and 'SCREECH' a sudden speed up and swerve of the bike made wakasa clutch onto his lover for dear life.

"[NAME] WHAT THE FUCK!" his gruff hands gripping onto your stomach, squeezing so hard, it made you wince a bit. Legs clammed to the sides of the bike, and best of all, lean arms crushing my curvy waist. I let out a boisterous laugh, into the wind it flows and then its gone. From my side mirror i see wakasa give me a soft smile but quickly replace it with a grumpy frown.

As we arrived, wakasa hopped off the bike, while i was turning off the engine. Swaying his wide hips, and strode his way to the front door.

He opened the door and started to go straight to bed. Huffing and puffing as if explaining his displeasure to me. I tsked, swooping him up from Infront of him, making him cling onto me instinctively. I grinned wildly to myself, and locked the door with on hand. Taking him up to our bedroom, i roughly sat him on the bed.

"Care to tell me why the waist of a bitch was in your grasp?" I asked, angry of course, but i wanted him to explain.

"WHY'D YOU CARE" Wakasa raised his voice at me challengingly. I quirked an eyebrow up.

"Why would i care? Well maybe because you're my BOYFRIEND?" I was livid, what in the world was he thinking!

"You want attention? Strip." Wakasa looked confused at my words.

"Did i fucking stutter baby?" I cooed sarcastically. "Strip."

Wakasa shakily took off his fishnet shirt, revealing his body that was once scattered in love marks, now completely bare. Then he unbuckled his belt, and took it into his hands. Not going to lie, it was crazy sexy, belt in hand, red in the face, leather pants hugging all the right places, especially his thick ass. God how i wanted to grab it. He peeled off the tight pants too, leaving him in short, tight lace boxers.

"Did i tell you to leave anything on your body?" I gave his ass a quick smack, quickly placing my finger in his waistband, I pulled it back and let it go, hearing a lovely gasp from him. He huridily ripped off his black boxers, hands practically quivering, from excitement or fear, I don't care. In spite of me being vexed, i still adored him. So i took it as my job to calm him down.

"Calm down babydoll, I'm only going to teach you a lesson alright? You feeling good?" I combed through his silky smooth hair, tugging on it slightly. "Y-yeah, m' sorry" the zebra 🦓 haired man stuttered in his quivering voice.

"We'll talk about why you're sorry later okay baby?" I softly slapped his face. "You let another women get all over you cuh' you were deprived righ'? I 'pologize f'that babydoll, works been callin, but i managed ta'get the next few day off f'ya" i caressed the spot i slapped lovingly, "righ' now imma show ya'don ha'ta go to other women kay~ cuh' babydoll can com'ta me kay?" Wakasa nodded softly, to every beat i said, a thick coat of pink painted his face.

I took the stunning dress off myself, leaving me in red, silk underwear, I placed him on the bed, and stood between his legs. Taking his milky calves, I placed them on my shoulder. "I won't stop till the break of dawn makin love to you baby"

Wakasa's dick was stood, slightly curving to the left, crying white. His thighs were flexing, while his arms wrapped around his chest. Vibrant violet eyes crystallizing with his tears. I looked at him expectantly, and he unwrapped his arms on instinct. I pulled him closer to me, leaning down to kiss his tears away, and scratch the back of his soft neck. I moved vertically, moving my wet mouth to his nipples. I sucked on it softly, earning a well deserved moan. Just to get revenge, i bit on it, not enough to bleed, just enough to make it hurt. Wakasa jerked upwards, eyes blown wide, pupils doubling in size, a raspy howl escaping from his voice.

"Hush up babyboy" I mumbled against his chest, kissing the spot i bit. I tipped back, to capture him whole with my eyes. I let out a soft heave, "you, you look beautiful, the sole reason my eyes exist, are to admire you" while talking, i caress his glutes. "Thank you, i wonder why you even chose me."

At his words, my eyes widen. He looked so.... Down. I thought of everything, starting from the club, his words, his actions, to now. It all added up.

"I mean, you're ethereal, amazing hair, lovely eyes, proportional nose, plump lips, symmetry is proven with your face! The best body any woman could have! You could have anyone you want, hell, you could even have Johnny Depp in his prime! How did I end up with you?" Wakasa was sobbing, the more he thought about it, the more worthless and low he felt.

"Babydoll, I chose you, you're beautiful, in and out. Fashion sense is immaculate, unlike most men, lean not over the top muscle, and can fight, heavenly voice, if i lost my life yet you're talking to me on my deathbed, baby I'd say, heaven can wait. Don't even get me started on your personality!" I tugged him closer to me, caging him in my arms, reassuring him that im not letting him go anywhere.

"I'm not the jealous type, but what's mine, is mine, and stays mine. And I'm sure as hell ian' letting you go. End of story." I placed soft kisses on his temple, whispering sweet nothings to him, holding him tight. Slowly yet surely, he was calming down.

"You rock my world babydoll, and you're gonna keep rocking it till you can't no more" i fell into the cloudy mattress with him under me, clinging on as if he lets go, I'd decay into fine salt.

I softly pushed him down so i can get up. "Take it off~" Wakasa whined as he tugged at my bra. I smirked endearingly, "take what off babydoll?" Wakasa was getting frustrated, the water that had dripped onto the ground, almost returned back to his indigo eyes. I slightly panicked, "Don't cry baby! I'll take it off im sorry" although nervous, i still giggled. I unclasp the back of the chest binder, freeing my breasts. Wakasa earnestly gazed at them, and pounced.

Throwing my head back, i moaned. The sound making Wakasa jerk up, dick slapping my bare cunt, suckling on my tits as if i was gonna produce milk.

"Doll, t-th~ha that's eno~oHhh" i pushed his head back, despite his soft protests. Wakasa gripped onto the back of my thighs, hips bucking up frantically. Holding down his hips, i told him, "dolly, i needa' open m'self up f'ya, you're big~" i flicked the pink mushroom tip of his long cock, his veins pulsing, it was obvious he was desperate, but I wasn't going to break my ribs just cause he was craving, and i didn't prep myself.

Sitting vertically opposite to him, i took two fingers and spread myself open, showing him my glistening pussy. Scooping up some of the honey that's dripping, and took it near my face. Opening my fingers, i watch as the string of necter attach from on finger to the other, i brought it into my mouth, maintaining eye contact with Wakasa, i sucked on the juices sensually. Bringing my saliva-coated fingers down to my hole. Massaging the gummy walls, going faster and faster. "Oh~hHh Waka~aHhh" "[N-Name]~ p-please~ i wannah' cum~"

The once tears of saddness quickly trned to tears of despration. Watching you, neck cranned back, hands working away on your pussy, juices dripping like a creak, hips jerking, made him want to bury himself whole in yout warm cushiony and inviting pussy. Wakasa stroked his lengthy cock, bucking his hips into his large hands, wishing it was your warm cunt instead. He was so close yet so far.

Promptly, you ceased your movements, causing the sweaty, glossed man follow in dubiety.

"c'mere baby" You pat the pillowed spot between your legs, loving the way that the love of your life follows order so well, in bed at least. Hair drooping, saliva dripping and the sounds of Wakasa's whining filled your senses. Encouraging him to relax, you croon "that's it baby, slowy does it".

Once Wakasa kneeled between your bare legs, you laid a pillow down for him to rest his head on.

"you good there doll?" reciving a nod of affirmation, you continued your ministrations.

Spreeding your prepped cunt for him to see turned the pussy craving man get hungrier, his normally droopy eyes blown wide, lips swollen from him biting it. He tried to sneakily buck his strong hips up, but you stopped him right before his tip touched your folds.

"a-ah-ah~ patience doll" Not giving him a mere second for him to process your words, you slammed yourself down on his grith.

Shamelessly rolling your hips up and down on his grithy length, pussy smashing his pelvic bone. A course of "y-YEAHHH~"'s and "NgnG"s forced themselves out of your mouth, the pure lust and passion oozing in the air can even make Asmodeus say hell nah.

Riding dick wasn't easy, but for the ethereal beauty under her, [Name] would do anything. For his pleasure she could slave away anytime. Cause at the end of the day, to [Name], a happy lover, a happy life. Getting to hear his sounds of love and appreciation, was enough of a reward for her, in fact, she couldn't ask for more.

"Pretty bitch, perfect doll, jeal-haah-jealousy is one h-nhg-ell of ah~ one hell of a disease h-huh." Panting as it felt as if his cock was prodding at my lungs.I noticed a little bulge in my tummy, as I pressed on it, it gained his attention. Moaning,he started to buck his hips up even harder. This time i couldn't stop him, as i was getting tired and restless. I ket him do what he want.

I flipped us over, making me place myself under his strong arms. I grabbed a handful of his ass and wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in even closer, burying his stem inside my soft, gummy walls.

He pounded his dick into me, not wasting a fraction of a second, gritting his teeth and gripping the sheets. The steel bedframe clashed and clanked with the brick wall, probably irritating the single 26 old neighbour with a dead girlfriend. the neighbour with blue eyes and black hair.

"Please! Please-Please, Please" The whines and wails of Wakasa almost drove you off the edge if the earth, barley stopping before reaching the ledge.

"Cum!" I gripped his tousled hair and pulled, making his head snap back and his back arch, leading his chest to crash into mine, and causing him to bully his dick even further into my cunt.

"YESS/FUCKK" both individuals moaned simultaneously, the sound coming out as bell chimes and harp strings up in heaven. Pure ecstasy flowed to every inch of their bodies, the passion staying throughout the night yet the lust slowly vanishing.

The night ended with one lovers feelings solved, and both cradled in the others warm, homey, inviting embrace. The glow of the sun of dawn shinning through the silk curtains, and the soft, dank night disappearing into the horizon lulled both the lovers to sleep.

..................

"GIRL YOU PROMISED TO TELL ME THE DETAILS. RAN AND AMINA HAVE BEEN GOING AT IT ALL NIGHT AND NOW I NEED A DISTRACTION! DON'T IGNORE ME JSBSHDGSKBCSKSMNDDJLSN"

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notiddygxthgf · 1 year

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𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙔 𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍 !

synopsis: the one where you have the hots for your dealer, and Wakasa is always eager to please a customer. (don't let your boyfriend stop you from finding your husband.)

pairings: wakasa imaushi x f!reader, light takeomi x reader

content warning: smut, prn with plot, car sex, cheating, oral sex, sneaky link, sexual tension, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, sex while high, consensual drug use, mentions of abuse, waka is a FREAK, MDNI!

word count: 5.4k

author's note: im not gonna say nothing but... I was ovulating. be warned. (keep those comments coming though yall give me motivation to keep writing.

TAKEOMI THREW HIS HEAD BACK, chest jumping with the force of his laughter. A stray hair fell into his face, breaking his otherwise flawless facade. You had to admit; seeing him like this was a rare treat.

“Oh, Shit,” he sighed, wiping a tear away from his eye. “Shit, man, that’s funny.”

You glanced over at the other side of the room. There was a little bar hidden away in the corner that was being tended by a pretty blonde woman. Wakasa and Shinichiro sat in front of it, immersed in conversation. Shin had his back turned to you. Wakasa was facing the woman at the bar, chin poised on his hand. There was something about the way he gazed at her, the way you could practically hear the sweet nothings melting off his tongue like warm butter from here that made you green with envy.

You knew it was obsessive – but still, you couldn’t help but wonder if they were talking about you. The two were close, to your knowledge. There was no doubt in your mind that he already knew what had happened between you and Wakasa.

It didn’t seem to bother him nearly as much as it had been bothering you. No, of course, it didn’t. He wasn’t the one who stepped out.

But, still, something in the way his hand brushed hers as he reached for the beverage in her hand – and lingered for a moment too long – that had you squirming in your chair.

As if he had sensed you thinking about him, Wakasa’s half-lidded eyes shifted their attention from the female bartender to you. He swished the amber-colored liquid around in his glass before flashing you an all-knowing grin.

Stop it, you had to remind yourself, shaking the thoughts from your head. Behave.

A well-timed distraction came in the form of your boyfriend’s hand over your shoulder. You found yourself whipping your head back around.

“She’s a doll, isn’t she?” Takeomi had been saying. “Tell them, baby, how long have we been together now?”

And there he was again, boasting of you to his business partners like you were some sort of trophy.

Still, you put on that fake smile again and you answered happily, “Six years.”

Keizo Arashi whistled. Like Wakasa, he had a certain distaste for formal events. This was reflected in his choice of attire – a white tank top, a gold chain, and a pair of black pants. “Shit, that’s a long time to be with a boring fucker like you.”

The few men around you began to laugh.

“Beats having no one,” Takeomi retorted.

Cue the comedic ‘oo’s.

Benkei gestured toward one of the female waitresses that had been circling the room. “Another round of shots, please – Tequila,” He called. “I can’t talk to this man sober.”

Takeomi laughed again. You felt the noise shake you.

You felt Wakasa come up behind the lot of you. He and Shinichiro took a seat across from you this time, choosing to perch on the smaller couch on the other side of the table – facing you.

“What about you, Waka?” Your boyfriend asked. It was a harmless question, truly, but you couldn’t help but tense up at his words. “You seeing anyone?”

You peered over at him. It would look too suspicious if you averted eye contact, seeing as everyone else seemed to be awaiting his answer.

Please don’t, you pleaded internally. All it would take was one slip-up before this whole shindig came crashing down. One slip-up.

Wakasa’s eyes didn’t quite meet yours. He dragged his index finger over the lip of his glass rather tentatively. “You could say that.”

Seeing someone?

That piqued your interest. You knew you obviously weren’t the only one Wakasa had been seeing; that would be incomprehensibly naive of you. Hell, he’d flirted with one of the workers tonight right in front of you.

But, still, seeing someone? Did that mean you had only been rebound?

You couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. Wakasa probably had multiple pretty girls wondering the same thing about him – wondering naively if they, too, were the only ones.

“You’re always seeing someone,” Takeomi slurred. His tone was humorous, but you could feel that there was something deeper he wasn’t explicitly saying.

Who is this someone? You couldn’t stop yourself from wondering.

The group laughed again. Wakasa chuckled as well, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. – his eyes remained poised on the deep-colored drink that sat untouched, balanced on his palm.

He ran his tongue between his plush lips, bringing the drink up and taking a few sips. “I think this one might be different,” he mused after a brief pause. Setting the glass down on his thigh, he brought his gaze up from the floor and looked at you. His gaze was intense, burning hot, and for a moment, you could have sworn you saw his pretty eyes darken. “Haven’t been able to get her out of my head.”

Your eyes traced the length of his tatted forearms up to his neck, and then further up to his lips. When you met his passionate gaze, you felt your heart squeeze almost painfully.

He’s looking at me.

He’s looking right at me. What does that mean?

“The White Leopard,” Benkei remarked. “Pussywhipped. Never thought I’d see the day.”

Thankfully, Takeomi had been too busy looking for the waitress to take much interest in the conversation. A quick glance back at him revealed that the waitress was making her way back over to the table with a tray of drinks in hand.

“Your drinks,” She said. Bending over slightly, she set 6 glass cups on the table.

Does he feel the same way?

It didn’t matter. You were a taken woman.

You looked up from the table. Your eyes met Waka’s. Maybe it was the light playing tricks on you, but it seemed as if he was wondering the same thing.

You sat alone in a booth with blue cushions, ones which matched the lights flickering down upon the dance floor. You didn't know the name of the song that was playing, but you liked it. The group you were in had moved downstairs. You were still in what was considered to be a VIP area, just closer to all of the real action.

Takeomi had been too drunk to notice your behavior – you knew that. Yet, still, there was this nagging anxiety that had you rethinking everything.

"So, I gotta ask," Began Shinichiro. “What did you do for a living before you met Take here?”

You shrugged for the millionth time that evening, reaching for your glass of merlot. Swishing the deep red liquid around in your glass, you took a sip. “I was a University Student.”

Shin’s eyes widened. “No shit, for real? What was your major?”

You took another sip. The expensive wine here tasted just like the cheap wine Takeomi kept at the house. You weren't quite sure what you had expected. "Pre-Law."

He folded his arms on the table, resting his head on his hand and gazing at you while he took another sip of his drink. “Wow,” he hummed. “You’re probably smarter than half of us here.”

You huffed a polite little laugh, shaking your head. You were a trophy wife. Your job was to stay quiet.

So instead you turned your head to the dance floor. What were you looking at, one might ask?

Take a lucky guess.

You observed him as he sauntered up to a woman near the edge of the dancefloor. He whispered something in her ear, something that made her giggle, and then she took his hand. The two of them wandered off into the sea of bumping, grinding bodies.

You furrowed your brows. Turning your head back to the table where the rest of you were sitting, you gave your glass another sad swish.

" Take! " A familiar voice approached you from behind. " Long time no see!"

"Hey!" Your boyfriend took one last sip of his wine. A smile crossed his face, revealing crooked, nicotine-stained teeth. He turned around just as the stranger clapped him on the shoulder. “Long time no see indeed.”

Kyoudai Samegai. One of Takeomi’s most highly regarded past coworkers, and long-time friend. Technically, presiding as boss, Takeomi was his superior. But by the way they spoke, one would never be able to guess that. He was a short man. From your knowledge, he handled whatever dirty work it was that your boyfriend didn’t feel like doing.

“How you been, buddy?” The man asked. His face creased around his smile. When he turned to you, he bowed respectfully. “And the missus, of course, looking lovely as always.”

" Samegai, " You smiled, offering him the back of your hand – which he kissed. "Always a pleasure.”

“Miss me, Kyou?” Takeomi asked. At this point in the evening, it was pretty safe to say that your boyfriend was drunk off his ass. He usually took any chance he possibly could to drink himself senseless.

"Haven’t slept a day since we’ve been apart," The shorter man cried, feigning agony and clutching his chest for dramatic effect. "How’s business been for you?"

"Business," Takeomi sighed. He said something else, but you had already begun the process of tuning him out by the time you’d heard him speak.

You had greater concerns to worry about. More specifically, one such concern was currently swaying with some broad on the dance floor. As your eyes found his way over to him again – it seemed you couldn’t resist – you caught a glimpse of how close he had gotten to that woman in the span of a few brief moments. The two of them were chest to chest, her arms thrown around his shoulders.

Readjusting your grip on your wine glass – the stem in your grasp – you felt yourself grow tense.

What’s gotten into me tonight? You had to ask yourself.

You had spent the last week of your life running away from this guy and now here he was, sucking up all of your attention.

The strange woman moved her body to the beat of the music again, time turning around and pressing her backside up against him. What made matters worse? His hands found their way down to her thighs.

She swayed her hips back, moving Wakasa with her.

His hands trailed up the length of her waist, ghosting over the waistband of her skin-tight jeans. He leaned over her shoulder to say something else into her ear. Whatever it was, it had the girl smiling.

Against your will, it seemed, you felt yourself begin to frown.

Deep down, you know your hookup with Wakasa was just that – a hookup. But, still, was the show really necessary? It almost seemed as if he was rubbing it in your face.

You didn’t really realize you were staring. Not until Wakasa tore his head away from the woman who was currently grinding on him to look at you – a look that tore you apart at the seams.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

He was grinding on her, but he was looking at you.

“You want something,” Wakasa remarked, leaning forward. “You’re thinking about it.”

Lukewarm smoke fell out of your mouth almost drunkenly. “Want what?” You traded the joint for the millionth time.

“That is the question,” His eyes flitted down to your lips – briefly – before settling on your eyes. “What do you want?”

You could hear the sound of laughter on either side of you – although very faintly. Your hand tensed.

Wakasa leaned down and pressed a kiss to the back of the woman’s neck, bracing his hands on her hips. She leaned her head all the way back on his shoulder, melting into the rhythm of the music.

“You want me, baby?”

No. Desperately, you tried to say no.

But your heart wouldn’t allow it.

You didn’t dare to move. The answer left your mouth before you could even think twice about it, though it was not much louder than a whisper. “Yes…”

You furrowed your brows further, watching him kiss up the side of the girl’s neck.

You had no idea why you felt this way. You had no right. Not when it had been one night that the two of you had spent together, not when your boyfriend of six years was sitting right next to you with his head turned.

It was all so wrong.

So wrong, in fact, that you spent another three minutes watching him like a hawk – as if you hadn’t been doing that for half an hour already.

"You’re twitching, baby," Wakasa purred, buttery-smooth, and the sound of it almost made you cum right then and there. “You close?”

Blissfully, you let the pleasure take over you. “Mhm.”

That bastard. He’d taken everything from you. He came in and home wrecked your relationship, and now he was toying with your feelings. None of this would have been happening had it not been for him writing down his stupid phone number on that stupid beer box.

It was his fault, and it was like he knew it.

Did I ever matter? You felt yourself begin to wonder.

You were thrown out of your reverie by the sound of glass snapping. Shaking the thoughts from your head, you looked down at the palm of your hand where your wine glass once stood.

The bottom half of the glass was still clenched in your fist. The glass cup had snapped in half, leaving the top piece tipped over – red wine spilled all over the otherwise pristine white table topper.

It wasn’t until you set the glass bottom down that you noticed the red liquid dripping down your wrist wasn’t wine. It was your blood.

You winced, tossing the broken glass onto the table.

“Shit, babe, are you okay?” Takeomi – surprisingly – rushed to your aid. He grabbed your wrist, flipping your palms over to reveal the distinct image of tiny glass shards embedded in your skin.

“Yeah, I’m okay, Just…” You nodded quickly. You weren’t. You were just embarrassed. Quickly, your eyes darted around the room in search of someplace to wash up. You could feel everyone looking at you. “I just…”

The room felt like it was beginning to spin.

Your chair screeched as you stood up abruptly, setting your now bloodied napkin down on the table. “I’m gonna use the bathroom,” You sputtered. “Please excuse me.”

And – ignoring your boyfriend’s shouts of your name – you speed-walked towards the nearest bathroom sign.

You had tunnel vision. For a moment, there was no one else in the room. At the same time, however, it felt like every time you moved you were bumping into someone else. It was driving you crazy.

All you wanted was to make it to the bathroom in one piece.

Eventually, you succeeded. You burst through one of the three bathroom doors you saw, chest heaving and shoulders tensed. Immediately, you made a beeline for the sink.

You turned on the faucet, sticking your hands beneath the stream of cold water that came out. The sudden chill felt pretty nice when you were sweating like a bitch in heat.

But, god damn, it hurt like a bitch .

You winced again, turning your palm over to look at the damage.

The skin was red and irritated. There was a shallow gash in the middle, right where the glass had snapped. Smaller shards of glass stuck to your skin here and there, but it was nothing crazy.

“Shit,” you sighed. Letting the water run, you pressed your head up against the wall. You felt disgusting for feeling the way you did.

Feeling defeated, you sank to the floor, hugging your knees to your chest. It took all of the strength you had left in you to not cry.

Your phone buzzed. You flipped it over, letting it stay on the floor. You didn’t care how disgusting it was.

Take <3 just now

You’re making a big scene

There was no way in hell that you were going to answer him. The screen lit up another time.

Take <;3 just now

If you were planning on embarrassing me

tonight you should have just stayed home.

Feeling your eyes begin to water, you looked away. Instead of ruining your makeup, you tried counting the number of tiles on the bathroom wall. There was a cheap fluorescent light buzzing overhead. The distinct stench of piss lingered in the bathroom despite it being – somewhat – clean.

You didn’t know why you were crying. It couldn’t have just been Wakasa. If you had to guess, it was probably a combination of that and the overwhelming humiliation you felt from doing the one thing your boyfriend had told you not to do.

Misbehave.

So you remained there on the bathroom floor for a while, keeping your knees pressed to your chest and trying to focus on the throbbing pain in your palm and in your heeled feet. Anything to not feel weak. Anything to keep the anxiety from eating you up inside.

So long, in fact, that you’d lost track of time. It wasn’t until a knock sounded at the bathroom door that you checked your phone to see how much time had passed: Five minutes.

“Occupied!” You quickly replied. Lifting a trembling finger up to your lips, you tried to tap your foundation back into place around your lips. By this point, you knew it was probably cracked.

“I know, doll,” Crooned the voice on the other side of the door. A voice belonging to someone who was quite possibly the last person you wanted to see right now. “ It’s me. ”

“No,” you affirmed. “I have nothing more to say to you.”

For a moment, it almost looked like he had an objection to make. He pressed his lips together in a thin line. “Alright,” he sighed, pressing the ignition button to start the car up again. “Then let’s get you home, doll.”

For a moment, you thought to stay quiet. Your efforts would have been in vain. He already knew you were in here.

Have pity on me, God, You sighed. Rolling onto your side, you began the tedious process of getting yourself off the vile bathroom floor. You dusted the skirt of your gown off. “Why can’t you just leave me alone, Imaushi?”

“I’m not here to talk. Takeomi told me you hurt your hand,” There was a brief silence, and then he offered, “I brought bandages.”

You scoffed. Asshole couldn’t come himself, go figure .

“Let me in?” He asked again.

“How did you know I was in here?” You asked. Still, your hand inched closer to the doorknob.

He sighed. He sounded exasperated, to say the least. “Not hard to find you when this was the only bathroom that was occupied,” he then added, “You left your purse at the table.”

You glanced around the bathroom. Shit. He was right, you had left your bag in a rush.

“Want it back? ” He asked. It was an earnest question, but it sounded like a tease coming from him.

“That’s not even fair,” You furrowed your brows. “You’re holding my bag hostage.”

Wakasa fiddled with the handle.

You jumped forward to hold your hand over it. “Okay, okay! I’ll let you in.”

You undid the lock on the door. The moment it opened you felt your heartbeat quicken.

Wakasa looked a bit messy. His hair – which he had changed into a ponytail at some point during the evening – was disheveled, and a little frizzy at that. He had his arm braced on the door frame, leaning over you with a shit-eating grin. When you finally managed to tear your eyes away from his face, you realized he had your little black purse hooked on one of his fingers.

“Thanks,” you nodded at him. When you went for the purse, he lifted it out of your reach.

“Let me see your hand,” he deadpanned.

You sighed. Figuring that, at this point, you probably needed the bandage, you let him take your hand. It was a desperate effort to not focus on the way his fingers felt on your skin.

His downturned eyes searched your hand for the injury. When he found it, he let his thumb flit over the small gash. It was a gesture so small, so insignificant, yet uncharacteristically gentle – it had you reeling.

“What happened?” He asked, raising his gaze to your averted eyes.

You took your hand back. “Wine glass broke in my hand.”

Wakasa stepped into the bathroom, letting the door shut behind him. He looked around the dingy place before nodding towards the toilet. “Sit down,” he said.

You furrowed your brows. Who did he think he was? “Why?”

“Sit down,” he said again. His tone was much more pointed this time. Upon remembering who it was that you were dealing with here, you quickly obeyed.

He was still the White Leopard.

He knew it, too. His eyes followed you as you slowly lowered yourself onto the lid of the toilet seat in an almost feline fashion.

Walking towards you, he reached into his pocket. He knelt on the floor in front of the toilet. Gently, so gently, he took your hand into his.

You followed his movements anxiously.

He brought out a little packet of first-aid ointment. Tearing into it with his teeth, he squeezed some onto his finger. “You’re still bleeding,” he noted.

“Yeah, it was kind of deep.” It was nothing crazy, not by any stretch. But you’d be lying if you said you weren’t relishing in the way his hands traced your broken skin; The way he was holding you right now.

He brought your hand closer to his face. You thought it had been to inspect the wound up close. You thought wrong.

Instead, he pressed your open palm to his mouth, cleaning the mess up with his tongue.

You pressed your thighs together. Feeling a little conflicted, you wandered off in thought. That was hot, undeniably so. It was also a little disgusting. Still, the fact that he was willing to do that for you was…

The feeling of the ointment on your fresh wound made you grit your teeth together. It burned a little bit.

He didn’t look at you. Instead, rather focused, he peeled open a bandage. He took his precious time laying it over your injury, like he was scared to get it wrong.

It was a little funny, in fact. You never would have thought that someone so heavily revered for being a brutal fighter would be so gentle in other aspects of his life.

“You okay?” He asked. When he looked up, your chest felt a little tight.

“Yeah,” You sighed. Feeling your shoulders relax, you offered, “Thank you.”

It felt different between the two of you. For a moment, it felt as if you could forget about everything that had happened. It didn’t matter that you were having an affair with him, or that he was a criminal. Right now, it felt like the only thing that mattered was the way he was looking up at you right now – eyes wide and genuine while his thumb drew circles over your wrist. It felt almost… normal.

You shook your head.

Wakasa moved to stand up again.

The words had begun to bubble on your tongue. Maybe it was the liquor, but at the time it seemed imperative to let him know. “We should probably talk.”

He blinked dumbly at you. Finally, he began to smile – you tried to suppress the warmth it brought to your cheeks. “I thought you said you didn’t have anything to say to me?”

You did say that.

Still, you tried to move past that. “You were talking about me earlier, weren’t you?” You remarked bluntly.

“I think this one might be different,” he mused after a brief pause. Setting the glass down on his thigh, he brought his gaze up from the floor and looked at you. His gaze was intense, burning hot, and for a moment, you could have sworn you saw his pretty eyes darken. “Haven’t been able to get her out of my head.”

You wondered briefly if he knew what you were talking about. You couldn’t forget it.

Wakasa seemed to be lost in thought for a moment, training his lavender gaze on the shitty ceiling light fixture. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, backing up against the wall in front of you and resting his head against it. With his adam’s apple exposed, you could see the way his chest rose and fell as he took a much-needed breath.

“Yeah,” He said after a lengthy silence. “I was.”

You knew the answer to your question before you had even asked it, yet his answer still managed to catch you off guard. The silence that followed was enough time for your mind to begin wandering into dangerous territory.

There was another long pause. You licked your lips.

“I don’t…” You trailed off. Shit, this was a difficult conversation to have. It didn’t help that you were tipsy. “We shouldn’t be together right now. That was a one-time thing.”

It was more a reminder to yourself than anyone else.

“You can’t seriously still be torn up over Takeomi, can you? We know he must not have meant that much to you if you cheated,” He muttered. It was at this point in the conversation that the energy in the room changed; the air grew denser. He turned his attention to where you were seated anxiously on the toilet. “So what is it that’s actually on your mind?”

“I’m not a cheater, Wakasa. This– ” Here, you gestured to the space between the two of you. “Can never happen again.”

Wakasa pushed himself off of the wall. Sauntering towards the toilet, he popped into a squat in front of you. It became very hard to keep your composure – all of a sudden – when those pretty eyes of his were staring up at you from below rather than from across the room. He was breathtaking from up this close, even under the mediocre bathroom lighting.

“That’s not what I asked, princess,” he mused.

You felt the rapid beating of your heart become even faster. It felt as if he were reaching into your spirit through your eyes and picking apart your resolve piece by piece – until nothing was left, until the only name on your mind was his.

You swallowed the thick lump in your throat. “I already told you I’ve made up my mind.”

Wakasa’s unwavering gaze challenged your stance on the matter. You briefly contemplated abandoning your morals altogether and drinking the poison cocktail that his presence offered. “I think you’re full of shit,” he crooned like he knew that much was true.

He was probably right.

“I think…” He began. The way the corner of his lip curled into a devilish little smirk had you wishing you knew how to throw a punch. “I’ve been running around that pretty little head of yours as much as you’ve been on mine.”

“You don’t know the first thing about me,” You replied before he even had time to finish his sentence. Face beginning to feel a little bit hot, you knew now would probably be a good time to stop talking. But, as per usual, you couldn’t stop the word vomit. “Don’t tell me what to think.”

“I’m not telling you anything,” Wakasa offered in response. It was no use. You knew, deep down, that he was right. “But don’t think I didn’t catch you staring tonight.”

Shit.

Pointlessly, you began sputtering, face burning hot and red. “Staring? Please humble yourself.”

Wakasa grinned. “Yeah?”

He moved closer to you. The distance between the two of you closed infinitesimally, and this time you let it. His fingers found the bottom of your chin to lift your line of sight to him and him alone. “I know because I’ve been looking at you all night – thinking about how good you look.”

You had been stunned into silence. You opened your mouth – as if to say something – but quickly shut it.

He had you right in the palm of his hand.

“I meant it when I said you were different,” He added.

When his thumb slid up your chin and paused over your bottom lip, you made no effort to move away. Instead, the shuddering breath that released itself from being in such close proximity to him made your real feelings about him painstakingly obvious.

He had you cornered.

“I don’t know what was in that pussy of yours,” He breathed. You felt the warmth of his words fan over the lower half of your face, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. “Ever since I got a taste I’ve been craving more. It’s been driving me fucking crazy.”

You bit your lip.

“But you keep playing hard to get,” He looked up at you, meeting your gaze with a newfound passion. “What are you running from?”

The feeling of his thumb rubbing slow, gentle circles over your lip was enough to have you melting into his touch. He made you weak, so weak. You knew that. Perhaps that was the reason why you’d been running away all this time.

You didn’t know anything anymore.

“I…” you trailed off. “I don’t know what I feel for you… that scares me.”

“I think the best thing for the both of us would be to just–” You sighed. “I don’t know, just forget the whole thing happened.”

Wakasa’s thumb tugged on your bottom lip. “I can’t,” he muttered. “I don’t think either of us can.”

"Waka, I—" your voice trembled. You wanted him – you couldn’t deny it. Your resolve had all but vanished. At this moment in time, you wanted nothing more than to have his lips on yours again. You wished you knew why. "We shouldn’t be doing this."

You averted your eyes.

“Look at me, pretty baby,” He hummed. He was watching you so closely, so intently that you could practically feel him burning a hole into the side of your head.

But you couldn’t. You knew that if you looked at him – looked into those downturned, lilac eyes and those pretty lashes of his, you wouldn’t be able to resist him.

You felt yourself begin to give. This was all too much. “This can’t happen again.”

You couldn’t do this again, yet you allowed him to turn your head again and bring your face closer to his.

“I think it can,” Wakasa countered. The intensity of his gaze made you squirm. You tried to squeeze your eyes shut – anything to keep yourself from following the promise of paradise behind his eyes – but you couldn’t help yourself from looking at him. He tilted his head towards the tiled wall to your left. “I think it can happen right there… up against that wall.”

“We shouldn’t…” You choked out. And, really, it was your final cry for help.

You hadn’t realized your hands had placed themselves on his shoulders until he threw your arms around his neck. The next words out of his sinful little mouth had you squeezing your thighs together. “Then stop me.”

Stop him.

You didn’t want to.

You couldn’t do this to Takeomi. Not again. Not after you’d spent the last week running away from him.

“If you really don’t want this…” He swallowed, licking his lips. You didn’t realize he had gotten so close to you.

His words played on repeat in the back of your head.

What are you running from?

You felt Wakasa move his hands over your waist. You could feel his breath against your lips. His eyes pleaded with you for some form of closure. “Stop me or I won’t be able to stop myself.”

He was right. Everything he had said tonight was absolutely, undeniably right to the fullest extent, and that drove you crazy. You’d been hiding from your feelings for years now.

All it took was one more look at his hungry eyes, one more look at his poisonous lips, and you knew your heart had long since decided. It was him that you wanted. It had been him this whole time.

So instead of glorifying him with a response, you looped your fingers beneath the collar of his dress shirt, yanking him towards you. As your lips met his, you felt all of the air leave your lungs in a blissful haze.

You were tired of running.

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