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sunaluv · 2 years ago

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Come get your man, come get your man!

In which someone has an obvious crush on your man

Feat: suna, nagi, ran, eren

Ignore the pairings I’m indecisive lols

SUNA RINTARO

“Hey you’re suna’s girlfriend right?” You looked up to see a girl with a stretched smile looking at you expectedly.

“Yeah, what’s up?” You asked, seeing no reason to be hostile yet.

“So nice to meet you! I sit next to him in english, you could say he’s kinda my english boyfriend,”

Oh.

You knew suna was attractive and you had a feeling this was inevitable, but that does not stop the shock of the situation.

“He told me about you, said you had a weird sense of humor,” you replied with a tight lipped smile.

‘He didn’t say that, he just said she was weird’ you thought.

“Omg so he does talk about me! It’s so weird, he like totally ignores me but it’s nice to know he talks to others about me,”

Now you were more amused than anything.

“But anyways, the reason I wanted to talk to you, girl to girl is that I think he might be into me a bit-not trying to sabotage your relationship it’s just… if it was me, I’d want someone to tell me.” She sat down next to you, putting an hand on your arm in faux comfort.

A voice called her name “what are you doing here.”

Like a deer caught in headlight, the girl stammered over her words “suna, I was just talking to your girlfriend about us.”

“There is no ‘us’” he deadpanned.

You watched amused as she accused suna of leading her on, saying how she kept borrowing pencils from her, or not moving his knee all the time when they’d touch and other absurd accusations on why he’s into her.

When she stormed off embarrassed and heartbroken, he sat next to you.

“Why did you intervene? I was having fun getting to know your english girlfriend,” you teased making him groan.

RAN HAITANI

“Omg you’re so pretty!”

Your boyfriend was on the other side of the nightclub dealing with who knows what as you smiled at the girl who had been gassing you for the past 2 minutes.

“I’m so glad stinky old ran found such a beauty like you, how did he cuff you?” She looked around as if searching for someone before leaning in close to speak over the booming music of the club.

“Just asking to check, he told you about us right?”

What us? “No he didn’t, what’s up with that?”

She sent an apologetic look. “He was here last week and we kinda…hooked up. Im not trying to be a homewrecker I just thought you should know.”

This liar, last week he had flown out with you on holiday for the week. You had arrived two days ago due to his business needing him.

But she didn’t need to know that.

“Omg no way, he’s cheating on me!” You faked hurt.

“Im sorry girl, I-“

“Why are you like this,” Your boyfriends strong groan cut into your conversation.

“Stop lying to her ran, she doesn’t deserve this! Come clean right now, you and I hooked up in that bathroom last we-“

“We weren’t in the country last week, dumbass.”

She froze and as if piecing everything together, she was about to fume at you. You knew she was lying and embarrassed her like that.

“You sly little-“

Before she could finish, ran was already pulling you away from her and leading you towards the back of the nightclub.

“I hate you by the way,” he sulked before you could even begin to poke fun at him.

NAGI SEISHIRO

You stared at your boyfriends ringing phone next to you, then back to said man who was absentmindedly clicking on his keyboard.

“Baby can you get that for me?”

You agreed, pressing accept on the incoming call from a random girls name that you’ve heard in passing from Nagi himself, nothing to be worried about, quite the opposite actually.

He keeps complaining about how she won’t leave him alone, but you defended the girl you didn’t know, saying maybe she was friendly.

Answering the call, a pretty girl sat infront of the window, neck angled so that the gold light shined on her face.

She obviously wasn’t expecting to see you, as she quickly adjusted her position to a more casual setting.

“Uhm hello, you must be sei’s friend, can you put him on the phone?” She asked, not hiding her distaste that your man wasn’t the one answering the phone.

“Girlfriend,” you corrected. “And he’s busy right now, I can get him to call you back if you want,”

She glared at you seeing you not let down. “Okay I guess. Just tell him it’s KK calling, he’ll come to me.”

You sent her a challenging look before relaying the message to the man three meters away from you nice and loud so she can hear.

“Hang up.” You saw her eyes widen and didn’t bother to hide your smile.

“What was that?” You asked.

He repeated himself, not realising she could still hear him, but before you could hang up, she had already done it, too embarrassed to face the girl who has what she wanted.

“You see what I mean now?”

EREN YEAGER

You stood in between the spread legs of your boyfriend in the party hosts kitchen as his big arms held your back to his chest. His long legs kicked the cabinets as he swung his legs, staring down the girl stood across the room.

“Why are you staring at me?” She asked giggling seductively.

“You’re being weird.”

“Whatever,” she smiled, rolling her eyes.

You fiddled with the necklace eren bought you for your anniversary, which seemed to get her attention.

“Cute chain girl,” she covered her annoyance with intrigue. “Did yeager boy here get it for you?”

You sent her a look, nodding to confirm.

“Omg that reminds me of this one time when we went on holiday together, you remember that ‘ren? When you bought me that cute set?” She batted her eyelashes at him.

You knew exactly what she was doing and it wasn’t going to work. It’s such a shame she had to act like this too, she was pretty, you’ll admit.

You trusted your man, he gave you a head up about the girl who leeched on to him, warning you about all the lies and deception she would try to drill in your mind.

“That was back in Spain right? He bought a extras while looking for this one right?” You smiled at her innocently.

“Wowwww, you told her about me eren? I’m so flattered” if she was pissed, and you knew she was, she didn’t show it.

“Mhm he told me all about you, about how you leech on to him at any chance you get.”

She let out loud, forced laughter “she’s a funny one yeager, make sure you keep a tight leash on this one.” She looked at you and you swore you saw her eye twitch.

The pair of you stayed silent as you watched her aggressively walk back towards the party.

“You’re better than me you know, if any of your guy friends started to act like that I would’ve beat his ass,”

You chuckled, turning in his hold to face him. “Good thing you were holding me because one more second and I would have.”

God he was so in love with you.

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zeltqz · 2 years ago

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tenjiku men asking you to open your window to sneak in

Including : Ran, Rindou, Mikey, Sanzu, Hanma, Kokonoi, Kakucho, Izana My first smau 🫣

—Ran & Rindou

—Sanzu & Hanma

—Kokonoi & Izana

—Mikey & Kakucho

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saeun · 2 years ago

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the every day texts manjiro, izana, ran, rindou.

#. ae-generated: tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smau #manjiro sano x reader #izana kurokawa x reader #ran haitani x reader #rindou haitani x reader #tr smau #tr fluff

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mytaiyakeylover · 2 years ago

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you taste like roses.

synopsis: your boyfriend seems to be pretty sad lately, so you decide to give him a surprise.

pairing: mikey x gn!reader

warnings: maybe some signs of obsessive behavior, just a tiny bit of angst (not even sure if this counts) and kissing.

word count: 1.3k

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Charcoal eyes blinked sleepily at the sound of knuckles hitting a wooden surface. The blond, however, opted to ignore it in favor of getting some more sleep. A minute or so passed, yet the sounds did not seem to fade. Manjiro huffed, a loud groan escaping his lips. There was no way the boy was going to leave the comfort of his bed to open the door. He had already made that decision when he was forcefully pulled out from his deep slumber.

The knocking did not cease, and Manjiro pressed the pillow harshly against his ears to muffle the sounds. Where was Emma? Oh, right… He had forgotten that she had stayed over at Hinata’s place for a sleepover. For once would he actually prefer she was home, but no, she just had to go and have a sleepover. Not to mention with a person she barely knew! The betrayal…

Realizing that the visitor — or rather, his next victim — would not leave, the blond angrily threw his pillow to the floor as he got out of bed. Stomping towards the front door, he could hear Shinichiro's distant cries, warning him not to do something he might regret. Ignoring his own conscience, the blond swung the door open forcefully, fully prepared to confront and unleash his fury on the person who awaited him.

However, instead of being met by the face of some random dumbass, it was you who were standing before him. Smiling all innocent as if you hadn't just woken him up from his very much needed slumber at god knows what hour. Though, the boy couldn’t bring himself to be mad. You were just being so cute, and he could already feel his mood begin to lift from his previous tantrum.

Before the boy could utter a word, he felt something being shoved against his face. A sweet and tender fragrance entering his nostrils as a type of unknown euphoria spread through his senses. Opening his eyes, charcoal was met by deep and vibrant crimson, an ocean of blood-red roses presented before them.

A smile soon found its way to his face, albeit slightly shaky, cheeks flushed with a soft shade of pink. His hands were trembling just a little bit and he could feel a tornado of butterflies swarming aggressively inside his stomach. “What’s this for?” He asked, voice strained from emotion.

You smiled at him with that endless sweetness that you met everyone with, but was always a bit softer and more affectionate when directed at him. (E/c) eyes conveying nothing but pure adoration and endless devotion that made his heart squeeze whenever eye contact was made between you both.

The answer didn’t come straight away, as you looked down to avoid making further eye contact. A sudden portrayal of shyness that wasn’t present before. Hands fidgeting as you played with the hem of your shirt. Then you faced him again, cheeks coated with a pinkness of your own.

“It’s just that you’ve been kind of down lately and I wanted to cheer you up,” you mumbled quietly, a faint smile grazing your lovely lips.

Oh, how lucky he was to have you by his side.

“Do you not like them?” You asked, eyes betraying a hint of worry and uncertainty. Manjiro shook his head in response to your question. Because how could he not like them? They were a gift from you. Everything that came from you held an air of divinity and otherworldliness. Should anyone believe otherwise, he would make sure to change that.

“No, of course I like them,” he found himself speaking in a rather rushed manner, nervousness getting the best of him. He just couldn’t help it. The giddiness was unbearable. Knowing how much you must have worried about him to come so early in the morning to make his day better. All this, simply done for the sake of his happiness.

“But you didn’t have to come this early (Y/n)-chan,” he said, shaking his head amusedly. “You know how much I hate waking up too early in the morning.”

A fleeting hint of mischief passed your pools of (e/c) as you snickered slightly for some unknown reason. Manjiro arched an eyebrow at that, not quite understanding what was so funny.

“Jiro, it’s 2 in the afternoon,” you said, soft giggles escaping your lips. Cheeks flushing red at your words, the blond hid his face behind the bouquet of roses he held in his grasp. Then he felt your soft, slightly cool fingertips, touching his hands, as you carefully lowered the flowers in his hands to get a look of his face.

Manjiro sighed, coal eyes peering at you with fondness, enjoying the way your soft hands caressed his own, as you were still trying to calm down from the excessive giggling. A sudden idea entered his mind as he continued to stare at your pretty lips, tongue peeking out to wet his dry ones. The boy leaned in, left hand cupping your slightly flushed cheek.

Giggles were suddenly muffled as a soft texture pressed against your exposed lips. You blinked in surprise before relaxing and leaning into his soft touch. The rosy scent coming from the lonely rose petal between your lips adding some sort of dreaminess to the sensation, as your mouths moved in a sensual dance, lips molding together.

The blond boy sighed against the floral leaf as his other hand let go of the bouquet in favor of sneaking his arm around your waist. Thumb drawing absentminded circles on your soft, plush cheek as he pressed your body closer against his own — if that was even possible. He just couldn’t take it. He needed to feel you, to hear you, to smell you. He needed your everything — whatever you were willing to give and beyond.

However, like every human did, you needed air. So your soft, gentle, tender hands began to push his chest. But Manjiro didn’t budge, needing you just as much, if not even more. He felt as if he would suffocate in the next few seconds, were your body to get away from his own.

You panted as the boy finally let go, cheeks now flushed with a deep shade of crimson. Petal falling down from where it had been previously held captive, floating freely in the air until it reached the cold pavement. Vibrant red texture now scrunched and dry-looking in appearance. Manjro’s kisses were always sweet and gentle, but could sometimes turn passionate and demanding — possessive even.

Manjiro stared at you, mind filled with spiraling thoughts of you, you, you… He pressed his forehead against yours, breaths mixing together as neither of you still have managed to calm down from the wonderful kisses you both shared. Coal eyes filled with adoration and endless pinning for you.

“I love you,” he breathed out, admiring the dreamy and slightly dizzy look on your face. The sound faint, but holding so much emotion within it, you feared your knees would give out. Manjiro smirked at that, finding your state truly mesmerizing. A sense of pride enveloping his senses at the fact that he was the one to make you feel this way.

Then you smiled, that usual breathtaking smile that was just so you. And the blond felt his breath catch in his throat, unable to produce anymore thoughts. Mind growing empty as you uttered the words he always found himself craving to hear, despite the many times you’ve already uttered them to each other. The sound faint, like a distant whisper, yet so powerful it shook through his core.

“I love you, too.”

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nauwuna · 2 years ago

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talk to the baby bump

Warning:English is not my first language, Fluff, pregnancy

Taiju Shiba/Kakucho Hitto/Izana Kurokawa/Keisuke Baji/Takashi Mitsuya

Taiju

You can't sleep because of your baby

They started to kick the belly and won't let you sleep

Your husband caress your belly

<<it seems that someone doesn't want to sleep>> he says look at your belly

The little hand of your child touch Taiju's hand through the belly

<<when you come here with us you can move as much as you want>> he paten your belly gently

Taiju likes to talk to the baby

You close your eyes, trying to sleep while your husband caress your belly

<<let mom sleep now little one>> he gently whisper to them

You sleep peacefully while Taiju carrying your belly with his big hands

Kakucho

Your beautiful husband loves to come back from work and talk to your baby bump

He always cuddle you while he talks with the baby

<<Dad is here for you two>>

Your baby start to kick the belly

Your husband smiled look at the belly

<<Mom and I waited impatiently for you>> he kiss your belly

Kakucho talk with the baby even when you're sleeping

Sometime he comes home late and he found you awake because your baby kick the belly

<< he is a nocturnal type, you always wake up mommy>>

Kakucho could stay awake for hours if it is necessary to put you to sleep

He loves you and your child

<<good night>> he kiss your forehead

<<and good night to you>> he kiss your belly

Izana

You woke up because you felt hungry

You look down at your belly

<<we're always hungry are we?>> you smiled and left the bed that you shared with your husband

Izana is not a deep sleeper

so in the moment you turned around

After getting something to eat

You saw him leaning against the door jamb

<<oh, ehy honey, did i woke you up?>>

<<yes, but it's okay>> he gets close to you

He gets on his knees and touch your belly

<<how are they?>>

<<very hungry>> you laugh

Izana kiss your belly

Your baby start to kicking

<<Dad is here my little boy/girl>>

You two go to bed after you eat

He caresses your tummy

<<goodnight, I love both of you>> he kiss you

Baji

He loves talking to your baby bump

This guy can be a badass but he actually a softie

He leaning down on the bed

close to your belly

He likes to hear the baby kick

<<they are kicking!>>

he is always very excited when it comes to the baby

<<he's kicking real hard, i think he got it all from his father>> you say look at your belly

<<oh i'll teach them to fight and to ride the motorcycle>> you laugh at your husband

<<are you very impatient?>>

<<I'm just very happy to have a baby with you>> he smile at you

you stroke Baji's hair

you were both very happy with your baby

when he comes back from work he always kisses your belly

<<God, I love you and our baby>>

He love to hug your baby bump

Mitsuya

you dozed off on the sofa in your husband's study

he was finishing another dress

You suddenly woke up when your baby start kicking

<<honey? Are you okay?>> Mitsuya look at you

<yeah, they started kicking again>> you hold your belly

Mitsuya stand up from his seat and come closest to you

<<ehy little one>> he kneels in front of you

He smiled when he sees the baby kicking

Mitsuya is a very busy man

but he always find some time for you and the baby

He loves to feel your belly

And he love it more when your baby kick

<<I love you both>> he kiss your belly and your forehead

<<I will make lots of dresses for you, I already have a couple in mind>>

this man could spoil your little baby with his wonderful dresses

And you don't mind it at all

Mitsuya loves to take your baby bump from behind

He would spend hours pampering you like this

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maehemthemisfit · 2 years ago

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𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔

Thinking about how insistent MANJIRO is about you wearing his gang jacket, no matter how big or small it is on you. It makes him feel closer to you in a way and he smiles every time he sees you in it.

The first time, it happened during his meetings that he, of course, held at an ungodly hour. You wanted to tag along since you had nothing better to do but you didn't account for it being so cold at night.

He was already on his way to check up on you when he saw you shivering in a corner somewhere, holding onto yourself to combat the wind. When you finally locked eyes, you were barely two words in before his jacket was pulled around your shoulders, encasing you in his warmth and chasing away the cold. He was always gentle towards you, his hands prompting you to push your arms through the sleeves.

You watched him as he fiddled with the buttons, a pout tugging at his lips as he concentrated. When you quizzed him about his expression, he whined about you not telling him how cold you were and overexaggerated how you could of froze to death or worse.

He's mainly doing it so you can coddle him and tell him not to worry and maybe steal a kiss or two, you know what he's doing but you fall for it every time.

After he's done being a goofball, it's like he's struck by an epiphany when he takes you in completely. There's just something about you wearing his clothing, especially something with his name and gang etched on it that makes him all warm and giddy inside.

He will in fact beg you to keep it on, and will trap you in a hug to stop you from taking it off until you relent.

Please keep it on, it will literally make his day.

When he eventually gets his jacket back, he likes wearing it again because it reminds him of you. He'll also bombard you with his other articles of clothing to wear and keep on longer, either by shoving it directly in your hands or conveniently leaving it around for you to pick up.

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authorluvgxbby · 3 years ago

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Mystery Girl

A/N: hello my luvs! I am happy to say that I am finally back. I had decided to take a break from writing due to school being a bit overwhelming, but overtime I have come up with a lot of new stuff to share with you all! And for now, I'll continue to deliver current and future requests sitting in my mail cause i love doing those for ya'll so, by all means, enjoy!

Genre: Fluff, slight crack

Rindou x Reader

Everyone could agree that Tenjiku, along with its four heavenly kings, were made of the strongest and, quite literally, the most brutal gangsters of the S-62 generation. However, within the gang, everyone could only see each other as nothing more than a bunch of idiotic misfits.

For example, in the eyes of their fellow gang members, the Haitani brothers may be the supreme rulers of roppongi, but deep down they were just two siblings who got on each other's nerves and made it everyone else’s problem.

It was no secret that the older Haitani was a menace to his little brother and took every opportunity he had to tease Rindou. At first, it was annoying, but over time, it was like daily entertainment for Tenjiku to watch the two brothers bicker.

Today was no different.

Rindou was peacefully slouching along one of the beat up couches of their dingy warehouse hideout, eyes glued to his phone, while Ran stared holes into the back of his brother’s blonde and blue locks. The silent question bubbling in his mind: what is he doing so long on his phone?

This matter particularly disturbed the Haitani, since his brother was less of a socialite, especially when it came to social media. Yet, here he was, messages open, while texting an unknown individual that HE didn’t know about? This was indeed quite odd.

“Rindou,” he calls.

No answer, just the sound of his thumbs tapping against the device’s screen.

Huffing, he calls once more, “Rindouuu.” Still nothing.

“What could he be so fixated on?” Kakucho voices next to the older Haitani.

“I don’t know, but I don’t like how this person is getting all this attention from my little brother.”

That’s when the lightbulb goes off, sparking an idea from the older brother’s mind, his signature mischievous smile spreading on his lips. Sighing in pity, all Kakucho could do was watch as Ran carried out his usual wicked deeds towards his little brother.

One swipe was all it took to snatch Rindou’s phone from his hands, which he quickly responds with an empty grasp of air.

“What the fuck Ran?!”

Ran ignores his sibling as he takes a closer look at his current messages to the unknown stranger. He gasps, and there’s a temporary silence that swells in the air.

“Who is it from?” Izana questions, turning everyone’s curiosity to the brothers.

“R-ran, give it back dammit!” Rindou growls, trying to land a hit on his brother but failing miserably.

Squinting at the bright screen, he takes a moment to register the conversation. His eyes widened,“It’s…”

Izana raises a brow “It’s?”

Ran clears his throat, “….it’s from…a girl?”

The gang was silent, mildly in shock, as they turned to the currently blushing dual-colored younger brother.

“Wait Rindou…,” Mochi voices, breaking the intense silence, “since when do you talk to girls?” he questions.

“Damn straight!” Ran says. “And more importantly, why didn’t you tell your dear big bro?” he whines, throwing a puppy look in his direction.

“Cause’ it's none of your damn business!” Rindou groans, snatching his phone back from his menacing brother’s clutches.

“I always thought the dude was more on the other side of the fence…if you catch my drift,” Shion says in wonder, while Mucho nods in agreement as he glances at Sanzu.

“I AM NOT GAY!” Rindou shouts, heat growing to his cheeks. “And even if I was, I would rather take the information to my grave than tell any of you idiots.”

“That’s rather offensive Rindou.” Kakucho frowns, folding his arms and shooting him a pointed look. “We may have our differences, but we’re a gang. Comrades, actually. You could’ve at least said something.”

“What he said,” Ran interjects, throwing a thumb over to Kakucho beside him.

“So who is it you are talking to that has your undivided attention,” questioned Izana.

Ah, the big question.

Everyone stares, waiting for an answer from Rindou.

He sighs dejectedly as his shoulders slump.

“You know what…you guys already know too much anyway so I might as well…” pinching the bridge of his nose, he breathes in deeply. “She’s my girlfriend.”

Safe to say everyone was completely dumbfounded by the news.

Especially Ran.

“OH THE HORROR,” he cries dramatically, hand clutching his over his heart as he raises a hand over his head.

“Well…that was…unexpected.” Mutters Kakucho.

“Didn’t think he had it in him.” Mochi shrugs.

Just as fast as the comments swirled, so did the questions as well.

“So…what’s she like?” Shion asks.

Now everyone had huddled around the couch where Rindou had seated himself back on, as he continued to text you.

“An angel from heaven,” he quickly slaps a hand on his mouth.

“Gross.” Shion sticks out his tongue.

“You really are smitten huh?” Ran quips, grinning like a fool.

“Please, shut up.”

Bzzz!

y/n: you mind if I drop by? I wanna see you before I go home.

Rindou smiles.

Rindou: Sure babe, I’m at the hideout. I’d like to introduce you to the gang if that’s all right?

y/n: sure! On my way <333

“She’ll be here soon, so stop asking me about her already. You guys are annoying,” Rindou shoots glares at everyone before going back to staring at his phone.

“Rin rin? Are you here?” you called out sweetly, voice reverberating throughout the rusty walls of the warehouse.

Everyone pipes up at the new voice, with Rindou being the first to greet you with open arms and softness in his smile. You run towards him, crashing against him as your arms immediately encircle around his waist, burying your face into the warmth of his tenjiku uniform.

“Rin! I’ve missed you!”

“I’ve missed you too bubs,” he mumbles in your hair, planting a kiss on your crown.

“ ‘Bubs’?! Rindou what the fuck type of lovey dovey shit are you on dude?!” Shion cackles from behind.

However, it isn’t long before he is face-to-face with you, slack jawed at your beautiful appearance.

Before he could even hit you with one of his newest pick up lines, he immediately hits the ground, face smooshed into the harsh, dirt floor with an imprint of fist on his exposed cheek.

Meanwhile, you stood above him, your once soft gaze now darkened with a menacing aura surrounding you.

“Don’t you dare talk shit about my boyfriend you prick. You got something to say, you say it to my fuckin’ face.”

The sudden change in attitude was one thing, but having the ability to knock out Shion was different. Especially a girl.

“Did she just…knock out Shion?”

“Way to state the obvious Kakucho.” Izana mocks, grinning at the misfortune of an unconscious Shion.

“Rindou, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DUDE!”

Ran gasps, pointing an accusing finger at his little brother. “She’s beautiful AND can fight?”

“At least she isn’t like his previous relationships where he ends up getting used or dumped.”

The blatant statement wasn’t too far off either. Ever since Mucho had joined Tenjiku, he had taken notice to Rindou’s frequent change in women overtime in the gang.

Shrugging, he ignores the whole scene while continuing his game of shogi with Sanzu.

“Alright, enough you guys!” Rindou sighs, walking over to you and embracing you from behind.

“Sweetheart, please don’t worry about them, this is normal. No need to get upset,” he whispers, kissing the shell of your ear. You pout, turning to face your boyfriend. “Rindou, if I were you, I’d beat their asses, but since it’s fine with you then it’s fine with me.”

Nodding, Rindou kisses you on the forehead, smiling sweetly. “Thanks beautiful.”

“You two mind go getting a room, because I can’t stand that new couple shit. Makes me nauseous.” Mochi groans.

“Agreed,” everyone said in unison.

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ifonlyitwasmidnight · 2 years ago

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First time

Takashi x F!Reader

WC: 4.6k

CW/TW: mentions of a past abusive relationship, fingering (F. receiving), pet names (angel, baby. etc.), cream pie. Fluffy Smut.

You and Takashi have been dating for months and have never taken it further. That changes after a quiet evening together.

The cityscape was a blur around you in the fading sun; the last rays of a warm summer day reflected from the glass buildings, pinks and purples painting the horizon. The whisps of your hair that you hadn’t tied back whipped across your face as the wind rushed around you, spurred on by the speed you were flying down the highway on the back of Takashi’s bike.

He gently tapped the side of your thigh before squeezing it, leaning forward to put both hands on the bars. You tucked down against his muscular back, feeling each movement as he cranked back on the throttle, pushing the bike faster as soon as your arms tightened around his waist.

Takashi grinned as he felt your embrace tighten, and a little whoop escaped your lips. He could spend days like this—riding around with you at his back without a care in the world.

No Toman.

No responsibilities.

Nothing but the setting sun and you.

So, when Takashi had called you a few hours earlier, asking if you wanted to go for a ride, which you knew meant “I need you,” you didn’t hesitate to say yes—anywhere with him had quickly become your favorite place.

The bike slowed as he finally pulled off, rolling to a stop by the waterfront. He held out a hand for you to grab as you jumped off before kicking down the stand and shutting the bike off; the sudden quiet after listening to the roar of the motorcycle was deafening.

You reached out a hand, and Takashi took it, lacing your fingers together before pulling you towards a spot under a tree where you two could sit. Being with Takashi was like nothing you had ever experienced. It was natural and easy. There weren’t awkward silences as you two existed in the other's presence. He seems to know what you were thinking without ever voicing it. But you, oh you. You knew how to calm him, tame him, and enlighten him with nothing but a single touch.

You are his muse.

Takashi kissed your forehead, letting his lips linger for a moment before slipping the bag from your back that he had handed you when he picked you up. He pulled out a small blanket, fluffed it, and laid it on the ground. He motioned for you to sit, and you held in a giggle as you did, leaning your back against the tree.

“Such a gentleman, Taka,” you teased.

He shrugged a shoulder, that gorgeous smirk that said, “Yeah, I know,” making its appearance. It never failed to take your breath away how beautiful your boyfriend was. His lilac hair was longer now, brushing the tops of his shoulders. His eyes were a little sadder with the weight of his youth on him but still as vibrant, cutting into yours like glass.

You let the laugh out this time as Takashi flopped to the ground, forcing himself between your legs and leaning against your chest, getting himself comfortable before reaching for the backpack again and fishing out some rice balls, holding one over his head for you to take.

You ate in companionable silence, the crunch of the seaweed and the sound of the wind the only thing that filled your ears. Your relationship with Takashi was new, the romantic side of it at least. Years as friends from a young age, growing up with all the Toman boys, turned into years of patching them up after every fight, being there with them through every conflict, turned into hidden feelings, and dating outside of the circle just to get away. Plus, trying to bring anyone around Toman usually scared them off, which meant the two parts of your life were usually separate. Now, with Takashi, they were one.

“Taka,” you said as you gently dragged your nails against his scalp.

“Mm?” He hummed, relishing how your nails felt against his skin, the lingering headache he had been fighting all day melting away at your touch.

“You know you don’t always have to take me on dates like this, ya know.”

He knew.

But he wanted to.

Takashi had spent years watching as you dated asshole after asshole. Watched as you went to Hina, ranting about how your long-term boyfriend forgot your birthday again or how you wished he would take you somewhere nice for once. How often had Draken had to listen to him rant about how he didn’t understand why you were still with that asshole?

He loved doing little things like this for you—stealing you away from your responsibilities, showing you how you should have been treated.

That was why when Draken had been lying on Takashi’s bed late one evening as Spring began to fade, he casually dropped that you had broken up with your boyfriend and that if Takashi didn’t nut up and ask you out, Draken would. Takashi had said fuck it with the “respectable” amount of time you should wait between someone breaking up and when to ask them out and had showed up at your door at 2 A.M, saying he didn’t want to wait anymore. If he had to watch you date another idiot, he wouldn’t stop himself from putting them in the hospital.

You had been frozen to the spot during his speech, a bottle of wine clutched in one hand, mascara running down your cheeks, and hair a mess, his sweet words only making you sob harder.

That was the night you both realized you had spent years dancing around your feelings for one another, and it was the last night either of you had spent alone. It had been a welcomed relief to the group when you two finally walked into the Toman Shrine with Takashi’s arm around your shoulders. Even Hakkai cried.

Takashi looked up at you through his dark lashes, “I know, but why wouldn’t I?”

You had been so used to the bare minimum. Anything over simply helping you put your dishes away made you nervous. So when you finally explained that you had gotten so used to your ex slamming cabinets when you asked for his help, Takashi made sure to let you know that he was helping because he wanted to make your life easier.

To show you what it was like to be genuinely… loved. Not that he had dared utter those words yet. But he thought you could tell. From how his hang lingered on your hips when he held you or how he would lean his forehead against your own just to get lost in you, trying to convey everything he couldn’t bring himself to say just yet.

“Because it takes time away from the girls and your work. Along with all of the—” Your rant is quickly cut off as Takashi’s lips are suddenly pressed to your own, and you melted into the kiss, train of thought long forgotten.

His lips are soft as they graze along your own, molding to yours as if they were meant to be there. A subtle drag of his tongue is an encouragement for you to open, allowing your tongues to twine together, dancing with one another as you get lost in the heady feeling of him. His calloused hands from years of fighting and hard work graze across your cheek, moving you with his arm around your waist, flipping you both so his back was against the tree and you were perched in his lap, knees on the ground next to his thighs.

He broke the kiss first, eyes heavy-lidded as he looked at you and panting as he tried to calm himself. There was a reason he slid you down his lap—for all the heavy make-out sessions and groping, you had yet to take that final step, both of you agreeing to take it slow. Going from friends to lovers was complicated enough; what if sex ruined it?

“You,” he said as his lips grazed over your cheek again, pulling in a shaky breath as he did, “Are the most important thing to me.” His breath fanned across your skin as he kissed back to your lips, hovering just far enough that you couldn’t quite kiss him, and you could tell he was restraining himself. His hands trembled where they held you, itching to dive under your shirt to feel your hot skin.

“Am I being silly?”

He shook his head. “No, beautiful. I’ll remind you daily that you are my priority if that’s what it takes. I waited years for you and can spend years reminding you that you’re worth it.”

A deep blush bloomed across your cheeks, and you buried your face in the crook of his neck to hide it. Takashi inhaled suddenly, leaning his head to the side, and you froze. His hands had settled on your hips at some point, gripping you tightly.

Your name was a whisper on his lips as you gently kissed the sensitive skin just below his jaw, and he tensed.

“If you don’t stop, it’s going to be a problem, and I’m not having sex with you for the first time in a public place, angel.” His voice was a deep rasp, one you recognized from when he would have to excuse himself from your embrace.

“And if I don’t want to stop?” You nipped at his jaw gently, shocked by your brazen act. You weren’t usually the one to initiate. Sex with your ex had been… a chore. It had stopped being enjoyable months before you broke up, but before that, it had turned into you turning him down in favor of getting yourself off; at least you would orgasm that way.

With Takashi, though, you had to stop yourself. You were waiting for the moment he would be ready for you two to take it to the next step. Damn your agreement to take it slow.

Before you knew it, Takashi had somehow deposited you on the back of his bike, and you were once again flying down the highway, his hand higher on your thigh this time, kneading at the flesh, caressing it at every red light in the city that you seemed to be hitting. That little touch sent your head spinning, imagining what it would feel like to have those hands truly on your skin. Your hand wandered as you sat there, sliding under the back of his shirt and around to the front, where they remained for most of the ride. You could feel his heart hammering under your cheek pressed against his back.

You were soon parked outside of your apartment and at your front door faster than you thought you’d ever been. Each glance at you was laced with heat and needy want. Nothing like you had ever seen before. You unlocked the door with Takashi pressed against your back, kissing your neck, and you both almost fell through as you swung it open. He kicked it shut, and the darkness of the night settled once more. His hands were everywhere, on your hips, ribs, and face as his lips frantically pressed to yours and your tongues danced together. Backs were pressed against walls, and chairs were bumped into as you made your way to your bedroom, each too caught up in the other to both with anything other than feeling and learning each other.

You gasped as you finally pulled away, desperate for a breath. “Wait, wait. Takashi, wait,” your voice was a rasping plea.

He instantly froze, his hands lingering off your body, and he pulled his face back, chewing on his bottom lip before he sucked in a breath and slowly exhaled. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Are you sure you want to do this? I know we talked about going slow.”

His shoulders sagged in relief. He thought he had pushed you too far, too fast. Takashi slid an arm around your waist and pulled you snugly against him, chest to chest, his free hand pushing strands of hair from your face.

“I am ready for whatever you are ready for. If that means stopping here, then that is fine. But this is about you just as much as it is about me. Are you sure you want to do this?”

You nodded instantly, and he raised an eyebrow.

“I need to hear you say it out loud, darling.”

“Yes,” you breathed.

His lips were back on yours, but this time they were gentle. The frantic frenzy from a few moments before melting into long slow drags of his tongue against yours and slower movements before scooping you up in his arms and expertly navigating to your room. He stood you back on your feet at the edge of your bed and slid his hands down to the hem of your shirt.

“Can I take this off?” His voice had dropped an octave, sending a shiver down your spine, resonating deep within your bones.

You nodded, and he tilted his head slightly as you remembered.

“Y–yes. Yes.”

Takashi gracefully lifted the shirt from your body, and his breath caught. He had known you were beautiful for ages, but seeing you now, standing before him simply with your shirt off, your skin glowing in the moonlight that filtered in through your window, you were stunning.

You shivered again as Takashi’s calloused hands ghosted up your rib cage, this time in anticipation. The feeling was like nothing you had ever felt, jolts of arousal shooting straight to your core. His fingers teased under the band of your bra, following it to your back, and he looked at you expectantly, seeking your further approval. You quickly unhooked the metal clasps, letting it fall to the ground between you.

The smirk that graced his lips was nothing short of feral. He picked you up again and gently laid your back against the mattress; his weight was a delicious pressure over you. Takashi placed a single kiss on your mouth before quickly moving down between the valley of your breasts. His mouth was hot as his kisses became open-mouthed, kissing around the sensitive soft flesh, nipping love marks into a few spots before sucking a deep purple mark into it.

You moaned his name as his tongue swirled your nipple, pulling the bud into the hot cavern of his mouth, and your back arched. He rolled your other nipple between his thumb and finger, pulling at it gently before letting it go, repeating the motion before swapping sides, allowing for equal attention to both breasts.

Your body writhed under his ministrations, and you were soon a panting mess under him, too far gone in the haze of lust from a small amount of foreplay that you knew you were soaked. You clawed at his shirt, and he slunk out of reach of your hands before you could get it off.

“Patience, love.” Was his only command, and you groaned, desperate to feel his hot skin against your own. His hand slid to the top of your jeans and hovered over the button.

“Taka, fuck, please. Please take them off.”

Takashi chuckled at your enthusiasm.

He gripped the side of your jeans and pulled them down and off your body expertly, and you both giggled a little as the tightness of the ankles got caught on your legs, and he had to yank them with a mumble of “damn skinny jeans.” He gazed down at you, drinking in the beautiful image that was simply you—his own personal angel. Your skin was flush with blush, your chest rose and fell in quick succession as you panted, and he could see the slick that had gathered on the inside of your thighs, evidence of your need for him.

You blushed under his gaze and resisted the urge to cover yourself up. You had nothing to be ashamed of about your body, and Takashi made you feel nothing but gorgeous. His hands always lingered on your hips before they traveled up your rib cage, oh so gently, to wrap himself around your shoulders. Your body was strong and perfect.

Takashi ran his hands up the inside of your legs, gently pushing them apart just enough so that his hand could graze the outside of your clothed pussy.

“Can I take these off, beautiful?”

“It’ll feel unfair if I’m completely naked and you’re still fully clothed.”

He reached back and pulled his shirt off in one swift movement, discarding it in a pile made up of only your clothes.

You had seen him shirtless many times over the years. Hell, you had been the one to sew up many of the scars he had peppered across his flesh. But, something about him doing it while seated between your legs, looking at you with nothing but primal lust in his eyes, was different. His pants had slipped in your haste to get to your bedroom, leaving more of his abs that fed into that perfectly cut v that disappeared into his jeans on display. Your eyes followed each line, returning to his eyes where one of his slit eyebrows was cocked.

“Like what you see?”

You nodded, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, letting it loose again a moment later.

His fingers grabbed the sides of your panties and slowly slid them down your legs, strings of arousal connecting you to the soft material. Takashi felt his mouth water at the sight of your perfect pussy, waiting for him to devour it. He wanted to take it slow this time. There would be plenty of times after this to fuck you into the mattress, to get you to scream his name. He wanted to explore your body tonight and learn what made you twitch and writhe. He had dreamt of the day that he would get you in this position, so open to him and waiting. He wanted to do it right and show you what it felt like to be with someone who gave a damn.

Takashi ignored the insistent throbbing of his cock as he spread your legs and settled on his belly between them, eye level with your pussy. He looked up at you, and he was pleased to see you already looking at him, mouth popped open in a small o as you watched him. Your head fell back against the mattress at the first touch of his tongue. He flattened it, pushing it between your folds and licking you from entrance to clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub before repeating the motion.

Your taste was better than he could have ever imagined; the sweetness of your arousal coated his mouth as he drank you in. Your moans grew in intensity and volume as he alternated between pushing his tongue into your tight hole and licking long stripes up you. He decided to tease a finger at your entrance, gently pressing into you, testing your reactions. You mewled at the feeling, rocking your hips forward, looking for more. He pumped his finger slowly, loosening you before sliding in another.

His fingers were thick. Thicker than you were expecting and thicker than your own from when you had fucked yourself on them, imagining it was Takashi’s hand instead. Your head was swimming with pleasure, your moans and gasps bouncing around the walls every time Takashi twisted his fingers and grazed across the soft spot pressed into your walls. The fullness from just those two fingers had your legs trembling around him.

His tongue flattened against your clit, licking it before sucking it hard into his mouth. Your back arched as he did. The all too familiar burning sensation of your orgasm building in your lower stomach making itself known.

No one had ever brought you this close to an orgasm so quickly.

Takashi groaned against your pussy, sending vibrations through your sensitive flesh as he rutted against the mattress, seeking relief as his cock strained. He wanted your cum on his tongue. He knew you were close, your walls fluttered tightly around his fingers, and your pussy was gushing, spurring him on as you raced toward your orgasm.

“Takashi,” his name was a breathy moan, “’m close.”

His fingers pumped into you quicker, scissoring open and rubbing against your g-spot each time. “Cum for me, angel.”

Your legs clamped around his head as you exploded on his fingers, a loud gasp of his name leaving your sinful lips, and he drank in your orgasm, your juices coating his chin in a thin sheet of slick. If Takashi died here, suffocated between your legs, it would be the best way to go.

Takashi licked at your overly sensitive pussy, and you twitched each time his tongue met your flesh. He ran his tongue over his lips before kissing up your body, his weight settling heavily over you again. Your head was foggy from your orgasm; you had never felt that good before. Hell, you didn’t know it could feel that good. The tingling sensation that came from is radiated from your toes to the tips of your ears. You felt weightless.

Lips met your jaw, and then a nibble to your ear lobe.

“Want to keep going?”

You nodded, “God, yes. Can I suck your cock?” You didn’t have it in you to be embarrassed about your question. You wanted to taste him, to feel how heavy he would be on your tongue.

He groaned and rutted his hips against yours. Your eyes widened at the feel of him. He was big.

“As much as I would love to watch my cock disappear between your lips, there’s time for that later. I want to see you cum on my cock.”

He kicked his pants and boxers off, leaving you both bare to the world. He sat on his haunches, and you couldn’t help but stare at his cock.

It was perfect. A thick vein ran along the side, and the thought of running your tongue along it had you licking your lips.

But holy shit, he was big. A girth that suddenly made you understand why foreplay seemed essential to him. He wrapped a fist around his cock, pumping slowly. The tip was an angry red and leaking pre-cum, begging for attention. His free hand found your cunt again, gently running a finger up and stopping at your clit, rubbing small circles into it.

“Condom?” His fist twisted tightly again at the base of his cock, and he bucked slightly into his hand.

“Birth control. Clean?”

Takashi looked at you incredulously. “Clean.”

“Good. Me too. Now fuck me before I lose my mind, please.”

“Only ‘cause you asked so nicely.”

He braced a forearm on the bed next to your head and used the hand wrapped around his cock to lead himself to your entrance, breaching your tight hole with his tip before slowly sinking in. Takashi leaned down and kissed you as you winced at the stretch.

“I know, baby. You’re doing so good for me,” he whispered against your lips, nipping at them gently.

You relaxed at the praise, sighing heavily at the pleasure as his talented fingers found your clit once more, letting you loosen further as he wrung pleasure from every ounce of your flesh. You had never felt this full before. He reached a depth of you that you had never hit with any toy or ex-lover. You both groaned as he finally bottomed out, and he paused, letting you adjust to his considerable size.

A seductive moan, nothing short of pornographic, left your lips as you gave a tentative roll of your hips, feeling just how he dragged along your walls, hooked just enough that he would stimulate each part of you.

“Move, Takashi,” you pressed your lips against his in a desperate, sloppy kiss, “make me yours.”

Takashi groaned against your mouth as he pulled his hips back and slammed them back into yours. Each thrust was bullying and demanding as he set a leisurely pace, drinking in the way your cunt clenched around his cock. The sound of your wet pussy and hips against one another mixed with your moans.

“You feel so good, angel,” Takashi moaned as he pushed up on his hand. His eyes trailed down your body to where you were connected, thick white rings of your arousal built around the base of his cock, and his mouth fell open at the sight. He watched as each time he surged forward; your hips rolled to meet his, thrust for thrust. Your hands gripped the bed sheets above your head, pulling at them tightly as each punishing thrust made your tits bounce and forced a moan from you.

You already felt like you were going to cum again.

“More,” you breathed, and Takashi responded instantly, the pace he was thrusting into you kicking up.

“Gonna cum on my cock, baby?” Takashi’s voice would send you over if you weren’t careful. Just the way he spoke, so dirty but so him at the same time. He groaned loudly as he threw his head back before sitting up completely and hooking your knee over his elbow, allowing for a new angle that hit you much deeper.

“Oh, fuuu-ck, Taka!”

Takashi’s rough hand grabbed your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers once more, the sensation shooting right down to your pussy, clenching tightly on Takashi’s cock as he pounded relentlessly into you. You were so close.

“Right there, right there, right there,” You gasped repeatedly. Takashi didn’t falter, his hips never stuttering until your body seized up, and you screamed as you came on his cock, little white spots exploding in your vision as you did.

“Shit, you’re tight,” Takashi moaned as his hips finally began to lose their rhythm, “Wanna fill you up, baby.” He was overwhelmed with the feel of your fluttering wall around him until he finally slammed into you one more time, emptying himself into you with a few sloppy thrusts.

He panted for breath as he collapsed over you, letting your leg fall gently to the bed. Takashi’s hand cupped your jaw and guided your eyes to his.

“Breathe, baby,” he said, and you gasped deeply, desperate to pull in air.

Your breaths mingled as you lay there, lost in each other. The stickiness of your skin and the heavy air in the room settled over you both.

“Takashi,” you whispered against his lips before kissing him slowly and deeply. His lips still tasted faintly of you but were swollen and red from how he had been biting on them, keeping himself from being overly vocal.

He pulled out, and you felt his cum slowly seep out of you. Takashi groaned as he watched. He wanted to push his cum back into you so badly. Next time.

“Takashi,” you said again, his eyes locked with yours. There was a gentleness there that he hadn’t seen before, something new he had to explore.

“Yes, beautiful?” He trailed his fingers down your face.

“I love you.”

He blinked. Once. Twice.

“I love you, angel.”

His lips sealed the promise those words meant to him. You were his, in every sense of the word, and he was yours. You were giving him your heart to protect with those three words. You’ve given him your body to protect with your actions.

Takashi knew one thing: he’d do anything for you if it meant hearing those words from your lips every day.

A/N: Takashi is our consent king.

🏷️: @awkwardchick87

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TOKYOREV BOYS WHEN YOU HANG OUT WITH THEIR BEST FRIEND WITHOUT THEM

CHARACTER(S): Kisaki . Wakasa. Baji

WARNING/S: n/a

a/n: Fics requested thru 2k event will resume in the day after

Kisaki Tetta

Managing a crime syndicate is no easy feat, so, understandably, Kisaki has been and will always be busy. you have no problem with it considering he makes time in his busy schedule to spend with you. sadly not all the time though.

Today was supposed to be his free day as he promised to clear his schedule and spend it with you. but certain things happened and Kisaki was stuck in his office. after a sincere sorry, he lends you his card claiming 'you don't have to get stuck in here with me' and to enjoy the rest of the day.

you were disappointed but used to it and as you were contemplating what you could do alone you bumped into Hanma, wandering the streets, a cigarette in hand.

with nothing to do, Hanma offers to accompany you and to your surprise, he was actually good company. he knows quick shortcuts, offered his opinions on certain things, showed you good places to go with Kisaki, and made you laugh with his witty comments.

It was already dark when you came back to Kisaki's office, still on his chair where you left him but clearly more tired and stressed than the last time you saw him, which was that just morning.

Kisaki looks up from his table, silently greeting you as you drop the bags you shopped and went over to him and kiss his cheek as a greeting which he welcomes.

"Babe, you've been working since morning, how about a break?" you offered while Kisaki stared at you, suddenly wondering how he got so lucky.

Kisaki sighs and reached a hand to hold yours, "I know, this work can't seem to lessen even when I spent a long time on it. Sorry, I couldn't spend the day with you"

you couldn't stop the smile from spreading on your face. "Hey it's okay, besides the days are not over yet, want to have dinner with me?"

Kisaki wouldn't refuse that, especially not when you're pulling him up and towards the separate table, where a soft couch is waiting for him. one by one you set up take-out food and place them on the table." I brought your favorite from your favorite restaurant"

Kisaki pauses, suddenly his brain is working at full capacity again as his brows furrow. remembering that his favorite restaurant is found in a not-so-safe part of the town. "That part of the town is outside my control, you shouldn't have gone there alone"

nonchalantly, you responded without missing a beat "I wasn't alone, Hanma went with me"

This time, Kisaki's whole body tenses, his brows furrowed even more in confusion. "what?"

"said you didn't have any job for him so he accompanied me, I doubt someone would approach me with Hanma around" you explained, completely unaware of the turmoil happening in your boyfriend's head.

noticing his silence you turned around to look at him, an undescribable expression on his face as if he was thinking very deeply.

you carefully asked, "What's with that face?"

with a sigh, Kisaki drops his utensils and pulls you closer to him. and honestly responded to you, "I don't trust Hanma alone with you"

now you were even more confused, "Hey, Hanma wouldn't do anything to harm me, besides I doubt he has any bad intentions to me, you're his friend, and you've known each other since high school"

his burrows didn't lessen one bit, "exactly, I know how his brains work…" a moment of silence as Kisaki thinks hard before sighing and dropping his head on your shoulder. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't direct my frustrations and shortcomings towards Hanma, I didn't rise to the top just so I could write on papers all day long"

your features soften as you wrap your arms around him for comfort, "You do not have any shortcomings, I love you as you are" you coaxed gently, "though, I guess you could spend the whole day with me tomorrow?"

Kisaki chuckled, love and warmth spreading on his chest. "anything for you princess"

Hanma had more workload than usual after that.

Wakasa Imaushi

Wakasa is not lazy as he looks but rather an aloof individual, and while he enjoys dates with you, he prefers home dates where he can have you all to himself.

This day, Wakasa had invited you for another date or what he likes to phrase as a 'hang out at his house'. who were you to decline. so before coming over, you decided to get some snacks and candy on the way.

by coincidence, you ran into Benkei on the way to the shop and he decided to accompany you, even offered to pay for the snacks which you decline, not wanting to take advantage of his kindness.

Benkei looks intimidating but was actually fun to talk to. you were so engrossed with his stories about the early days with Shinichiro and Wakasa that time passed by.

a certain man was worried sick since you were supposed to arrive 30 minutes ago that he decided to get out and look for you.

by the time Wakasa found you, he stopped a few feet away, noticing how happy you were, eyes sparkling in astonishment with the man beside you. a conflicting feeling in the pit of his stomach.

He narrowed his eyes as he made his presence known. "I've been looking for you"

your eyes widen in surprise as you turned and see your boyfriend. a different sparkle in your eyes and a much brighter smile are directed at him, making him feel a little better. "Waka?"

"I've been calling you" he simply said eyes narrowing at Benkei who was also staring at him. a silent conversation happening between them.

"you did?" you asked in surprise as you rummage on your bag to look for your phone and sure enough he had multiple calls and texts. "Oh sorry, I must have put it on silence"

Wakasa raise a brow toward his friend, "what are you doing here?" Benkei shrugged, a grin on his face, knowing already what his friend is thinking, "Found her wandering the streets, thought I should say hi and accompany her"

Wakasa huffs, "ok, thanks, we'll get going now"

A Split second was all it took for Wakasa to grab your hand and pull you toward his house. intertwining your hands while he took the bag from your hands to hold. a curious look on your face as you watch him walk as if nothing had just happened. "what was that about?"

but instead of an answer, you were responded with another question, "what were you talking about with him?"

you blinked, putting the pieces together before you understood what was happening. you tried to hide your smile as you answered him. "just about the time when an old lady mistook you for a woman"

Wakasa freeze on the spot, "Benkei" he curses under his breath before looking ahead as if it didn't affect him. "Don't listen to everything he says"

"It can't be helped" you chuckled " that you're so pretty"

though not noticeable, he blushed immediately, before completely stopping. his droopy lilac eyes watch the playful look on your eyes before trailing down to your lips. "you're prettier though"

he pressed his lips against yours for a breathtaking kiss as he hummed when your hands' unconsciouslly came up to pull at the stands of his hair. you were both breathing heavily when he pulled away, a dazed look in your eyes. "were you jealous that I spent a little time with Benkei?"

"no" he quickly denied, before continuing and correcting himself. "just a little, that's 30 minutes taken from my supposed time with you"

Baji Keisuke

It wasn't that Baji is extremely busy but rather he has a lot on his agenda as a captain of the first division. plus he has a lot of pent-up energy that he needed to vent by beating up other people.

It's not something you have to be upset with, since Baji spends time with you more than you can ask for. is kind and extremely warmhearted to the point that he refuses to see you whenever he has bruises and wounds.refusing to make you worry about his well-being. so it didn't surprise you when you were welcome by Chifuyu instead of your boyfriend.

Baji making it a habit to send the blond and deliver an excuse as to why he can't come to meet you, even though you had long figured out that he didn't want you to see bruises on his body.

you deflate a little, contemplating between being angry or understanding, knowing that Baji is willing to cancel on a date just so don't worry.Chifuyu being a sweet and kind person offered to take you home but upon finding out that you have bought tickets to a movie he was also wanting to see, offered to see the movie with you. seeing no harm with it you agreed.

Chifuyu is a good company, like a little brother getting excited every time he sees a certain scene played out.after bombarding Baji with texts and calls, he then calls you later that night, with an apologetic tone behind his voice.

"Did you get home safe?" was his initial question. cautiously as if he was treading between life and death.

you pouted, a petty simple answer to his question. "you could have made sure that I went home safe if you showed up today".

He sighs, thumb absentmindedly playing with the charm hanging from his phone. "Sorry, you know I don't want you to worry"

feeling his sincerity, you sigh and forced yourself to smile and believe that Baji just wasn't the best for you."I know, just so you know I worry about you-- bruises or not, so It'll be a lot better if you do show up so I can take care of you"

Baji unconsciously smiles, a lovestruck look on his face. "We can watch it later this week, together this time" he offered.

without thinking much you voiced out a nonchalant response. "Why would I want to watch it again, When I already watched it with Chifuyu"

on the other side of the phone, Baji becomes silent. processing the words you said. Movie. you. Chifuyu. Together.

"You watched it with Chifuyu?" he asked frowning at the newfound knowledge. not that you can see. a look of confusion passed your face when the call suddenly ended and a few moments later there was a knock on your window.

"Keisuke?! what are you doing here?" you asked, eyes widened from shock as Baji easily climb over your window, a serious look on his face, but aside from that, angry bruises and cuts were present on his face,it looked painful to see. and now you understood why Baji doesn't want you to see.

But Baji was more busy to question you than realize the worry on your face."You watched a romance movie with Chifuyu?!" you raise your arm to cup his cheeks, snapping him to reality. "Is that important?! you're badly hurt!"

he looked at you silently for a minute, relishing the touch of your fingers against his skin. "It doesn't hurt, what hurts is that you watch a romantic movie with another man"

"and whose fault is that" you silently whispered while he crossed his arms against his chest and pouted while you smiled at him in response.

of course, Baji would be more concerned about another Man being close to you than his well being. Without thinking much, you pulled him towards you and buried your face in the crook of his neck. "If it makes you feel better it was a Romcom Movie, Chifuyu laughed the whole time while I was only thinking about you"

he raises his head, arms sheepily wrapping around you. cheeks flaming red. "It does make me feel better"

"I didn't know you get this jealous easily"

"shut up"

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mikeysbabygirl · 3 years ago

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Mikey's girl PART TWO II :

Warning : suggestive talk, dirty jokes, Bonten being gossips again...

Summary : I didn't thought of making a part two of this, but you all liked it so much and asked to meet the other executives, so here we are !

PART ONE LINK HERE.

You should read the part one before starting this !

-" You know... " Sanzu, sitting on the chair in front of Mikey's started, earning his boss's attention. " You maybe should invite her to the gala event, boss. "

The latter lifted his head from his paperwork in front of him, looking at his henchman dead in the eyes and tilting his head to the side.

-" Your girl, I mean. " He added, in front of his boss' confusion.

Mikey frowned, which made Sanzu gulp down.

-" That's none of your business. "

Haruchiyo sank deeper in his seat, playing with his pill's bottle under the table discreetly.

-" Yeah, right. I'm sorry, Mikey... "

Nodding, Mikey looked back at his work, but something kept him from focusing on the words he was reading. Because of that damn Sanzu, he couldn't help but wonder what would be your reaction if he, actually, invited you at the gala Bonten were organizing in few days.

-" Why... Though ? " He started, for the first time his tone was laced with a spark of doubt which surprised Haruchiyo.

-" Um, well... Most men like to bring compagnie to these kinda events, and... You know, chicks usually like when their guys take them out to classy places".

Deep inside, he couldn't deny what his henchman had just said since he had no knowledge of being in a relationship besides some one night stands here and there.

Chicks usually like when their guys take them out... would you give him that smile of yours that made his chest go through strange heat states ?

Most importantly, would you actually appear next to him, as... As an official something ? Would you like being associated with one of the most dangerous Japan criminals ? You, the closest thing to an angel ?

-" That's still none of your business, though. "

Anxiety began creeping in inside you the minute you stepped into that ballroom. From the excessively rich decoration to the women's eyes that already started scanning you, everything screamed at you to run, this was not your element.

And could you blame your guts for that feeling ? You were used to white hospital walls, not to giant velvet curtains and crown moldings on high walls, used to the cries and screams of patients, not to the snarky whispers while those rich women were looking at you, and your body was more comfortable in scrubs and white coats, not the overly expensive mermaid dress Mikey has bought for you.

If there was something you despised, it was being the center of the attention. You gladly took the champagne glass the waiter passing by had offered you, ignoring the eyes lingering on your dress and body, especially that you were not seeing your boyfriend anywhere around you and started feeling lonely.

Not so far away from there, Takeomi and Kokonoi were discussing some business matters, both dressed in their most stunning suits, champagne glasses on hand. To be fair, Takeomi has been long ago stolen from whatever his friend was saying, eyes stuck on the young woman who just entered the room. It didn't took too much time for Hajime to notice that his co-worker was not listening to him anymore.

-" that's interesting... " The Akashi absentmindedly nodded his head.

-" You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you ?" Kokonoi asked with an exhausted face.

-" Not a clue." He answered in a smirk.

His face grew outraged, not only he was not even looking at him, he was, in addition admitting it openly.

-" Go to hell. "

-" Oh I'm counting on it, but I have a good reason for not listening".

Koko rolled his eyes, took another gulp of his drink and asked.

-" What is it ?"

The smirk adorning Takeomi's lips at that moment, as he put his hand on his co-worker's shoulder and turned his body toward where you were standing already told him it was about a woman.

-" This young blood. "

Hajime's gaze followed Takeomi's one,until it stopped on the one who had seemed to catch it. And his interest rose from none to two hundred percent in less than a second.

The first thing he had thought seeing you was how has he even been too blind to not notice you in the first place ? High fashion so stunning it could have blinded him. The mermaid shape of the dress embraced each curve of your body perfectly, it was in a Champagne-like color, which highlighted your skin tone too well for your own good, and then his eyes trailed down your legs, under the see-through fabric of the dress, he could use that sight of your bare thighs as he pleased.

-" A whole snack, indeed. " He admitted, cutting off his friend with what he added next. " But she's way outta your league. "

-" Huh-?" His hand on his friend's shoulder tightened and he made Koko face him again, which took out a frustrated groan from the latter since he was not done admiring you. " You mean she's too good for me ?"

-" I mean with a dress like that, her boyfriend must be either Christian Dior, or me. " Koko scoffed under a dark glare from Takeomi. " And honestly if I had someone like her on my bed, I wouldn't even be here t'night. "

Indignation filled the older man senses, painting a weary expression on his face.

-" I had girls like this between my legs when you weren't even born, jerk. "

-" and years later what you have between your legs now is a soft cucumber". Kokonoi replied, then snorted at his own comment making Takeomi roll his eyes.

-" You're being such a smartass, sit here and watch how real men make pussy rain. "

This time, Hajime couldn't hold his laughter, earning few glances from the people around. An idea clicked in his head at the same time.

-" I'll let you give it a try " he made a step toward him, locking eyes with his. " Then I'm heading toward her and bet tonight you'll receive a charming picture of her young pussy creaming on top of my bills. "

His answer has been a devilish smirk adorning Takeomi's lips, then he offered his hand to Kokonoi which he shook.

-" Deal. "

Oh no... You began biting your lower lip when you caught one of them approaching you. They have been standing only few meters away from you and shamelessly undressing you with their eyes, and now, the one who seemed the older was coming toward you with a smile on his face.

-" Isn't it a crime for such a beautiful lady not to enjoy herself at our event ?"

Our ? You wondered as he made a final step toward you, taking your hand in his and directing it toward his mouth in a gracious kiss. You smiled politely and shook his hand, he was not that bad, actually handsome, but a little too old for you.

-" Who told you I was not enjoying myself ? And, I assume you're one of the organizers".

Her voice's as soft as her skin, he mentally noted, reluctantly releasing your hand.

-" sweetheart drinking on your own is sad. " He watched as your smile grew wider, enjoying how your eyes lit up. " Takeomi Akashi, consider me your champagne mate for the night."

His confidence took a small laugh out of you, he was surprised by how warm his chest has felt within seconds because of you.

-" you have me very flattered, but unfortunately I am tak-"

-" Heard her, Omi ? " Another man's voice startled you from behind, within a second the voice's face appeared as a younger man, the second one that has been eye fucking you all along. " She's not interested".

Kokonoi stood between you and Takeomi, leaning over and taking your hand in his, placing a small kiss on your skin. If it wouldn't have looked creepy, he would gladly have left his lips lingering there longer, inhaling your perfume.

-" Kokonoi Hajime, dear. "

-" I am delighted" you flashed another smile toward him, thanks God was he a master in hiding his reactions since his heart missed a beat, couldn't take his eyes off of your face.

Not to sound cliché, but he found you looked different, almost out of place. Your face had that wide smile, those still bright eyes, an innocent expression in a nutshell, still not at all stained by all the dirty blood on that ballroom's walls.

And that,along with your enticing looks, was what had caught all Bonten's men attention. They had that chase arsenal, the need for destruction, and you looked like the perfect prey, untouched, like you would be beautiful even after the damage.

You on the other hand were flattered by their attention, really. Still couldn't help but be outraged by how stupid they thought you were, staring at you, discussing for nearly ten minutes and shaking hands just before they came to talk.

-" And it is my duty to say I really like the way you wear this dress. "

-" I like it too. " You answered Kokonoi in yet another smile. " Unfortunately for you, it's staying on. "

Both men scoffed at your answer, one mocking his friend, the other even more pleased. Kokonoi has never been a man of easy chores, he appreciated a little hard work and that made you even more interesting.

-" What a shame I won't be witnessing that wonderful view... "

-" Keep flirting with what's mine and you'll witness me declaring World War three. "

You three stiffened at the new voice, you were in no need to turn around to understand the hand that pulled you tighter by the waist was Mikey's. He stood there next to you, holding you close and sending daggers at both his men, poor them, you had thought still you couldn't help but smile seeing them with their tails between their legs.

-" Boss... " Kokonoi started, his face turned stern at the same time your eyes slightly widened.

Boss... Your smile was even harder to hold, you were far from being a tease but if was funny seeing them struggling in front of their boss' dark glare.

-" So this is... She is... " Takeomi began connecting the dots, then his eyes had caught the sight of his younger brother from the other side of the room, smirking along with both the Haitani brothers, that was when everything became clearer.

-" Now I understand why you told Mikey to invite her" Rindou contained his smile while talking to the pink haired man. The three of them were mocking Kokonoi and Takeomi's pale faces, Sanzu with a wide smile and Ran with a breathed laugh.

-" The face they're making is priceless. " Sanzu answered, yet his smile faltered since one of their partners cut Mikey off in his threatening glares, approaching him along with Kakucho.

-" duty calls... " Ran deadpanned and started walking toward them first, quickly followed by his brother and a sighing Sanzu.

Your fun was short lived since before anyone could add anything, the man with heterochromatic eyes that came in your house that night brought what looked like a business man with him who wanted to talk to your boyfriend, and soon after the greetings, the unknown one started introducing his project in front of Mikey's unbiased look.

There you were, standing in the middle of eight men discussing business, gazes drifting toward you from time to time as if you were nothing more but a doll on a shelf and that started really playing on your nerves, especially that the man was offering an investment that no one better than you could tell would cause a great loss.

Both the Haitani brothers had their eyes on you, even more obviously than Sanzu who still had too much respect to eye you that way in front of Mikey. Not a single inch of your skin was still unburned by their glances, from your bare shoulders under the shoulder-off dress to your breasts. The one you had stitched had a sly smile on his face that you wanted to wipe away, and the one you remembered as Rindou, the grumpy one just stared with a weary expression. He was too good at hiding that with every breath you were taking his heart was racing faster.

-" I'll study the case, none of us know enough about these to say if the income would be satisfying for us. As you know, we are quite demanding with our partners. " Kokonoi had replied to who you understood now was the president of a new pharmaceutical company.

No one of you can, but me... your mind was screaming for you to talk. Yet you were quite intimidated, honestly who wouldn't be ? Most of the men there were eyeing you as a piece of meat, and all the women were gathered far from any business talk, judging each other dresses and outfits. You secretly bit your tongue.

Shut up, shut up, shut up... Plus, what kind of honest pharmaceutical developer would use a criminal organization to promote their product?

-" I assure you that you will not regret investing in our antibiotics, I am fully confident that within the next twenty years we will dominate the pharmaceutical market." The CEO explained with another pathetic smile, that was the last straw for you, no doubt if you didn't talked at that time, you would have exploded.

-" This doesn't make much sense... "

Now have a room full of wolves, throw a piece of meat in the middle and close the door, that would be your feeling currently. Though you spoke in a low voice, all gazes turned toward you, you refused to meet any of them especially your boyfriend's one which you felt burning through your skin.

-" Aww she talks ! " His sugar coated tone almost made you throw up, which didn't help was how Mikey's hand tightened around your waist. " Why don't you go put on some lipstick, sweetheart? This strong sex's talk gives bad headaches. "

With each word of him, your blood boiled a temperature higher, and with each glance at his contemptuous face your nails dug deeper in your palm. All men stiffened around, hearing how he addressed you. To be fair, partners used to talk to their girls even worse, but what they all wondered was would Mikey consider you as their usual girls ?

Sanzu knew he wouldn't, he knew his king too well to not notice how his eyes darkened even more than usual...

-" Aww he barks ! " You scoffed in the same tone, making the man frown. " Thank you for caring about my lip's color, and since this conversation is for the strong sex, the strong sex's gonna use her pretty lips to tell these men around that investing in your project would be the worst decision they could ever take. "

The conversations around the ballroom seemed to get muffled, everyone could sense the tension climbing across the air. Kokonoi frowned, quite interested by your statement.

-" This is not about a stupid feminist argument sweetheart-"

-" Watch your fucking mouth when you talk to her. "

The man shivered to the spine under Mikey's voice, nodded fervently and cleared his throat. All the executives could not help but follow what was happening mouth agape, since when did Mikey stand up for his bitches ?

-" I apologize, Sir. What I meant is, this conversation's quite complicated for her-"

-" why ?" You cut him off, struggling to free yourself from Mikey's grip to make a step toward him. " Is it because I was born with a pussy between my legs ?"

-" Show us a proof... " Ran whispered under his breath, Sanzu almost laughing out loud because of his lewd statement. At the same time, Ran's face turned pale catching his boss' dark glare on him.

-" Say that again ?"

The silence around was suffocating, you didn't even cared about what Ran might have said since you were too busy throwing death glares at the pharmacist.

-" Um prove ! I said she has nothing to prove. not to him. He should respect her honestly, that is not how you treat a lady-" The elder Haitani made it up, luckily for him Manjiro was way too busy keeping you grounded to care more about him.

-" Within 20 years, antibiotics will be obsolete and completely unnecessary, with bacterial resistance increasing and the anti-antibiotic movement growing. " You managed to free yourself from your boyfriend's grip to stand still, with all your height in front of the taller man. " You just don't like it when pussy comes with a head, that's it. "

-" I wouldn't mind you giving me both-"

-" Repeat that ?" Mikey snapped back after Rindou whispered under his breath. Rindou straightened, cleared his throat and adopted his usual weary face.

-" I said she's a goat, boss. Women are smart, they giv- have wonderful heads. "

At this point, Manjiro was just too busy burning you with his gaze to even care about Sanzu, Ran and Rindou struggling to contain their laughers as dumb schoolgirls. His rage was roaring inside him, not only because of the several eyes stuck on his pretty girl,but also because his pretty girl had to draw everyone attention to her.

In less than a second, your waist was squeezed again, you found yourself face pressed against his strong chest, only able to look at the white fabric of his suit's shirt when you heard him.

-" I gotta talk to my women. Koko ?"

That one's eyes which were stuck on the curve of your hips from behind quickly got back at Mikey's face, straightening his shoulders, he nodded toward his boss.

-" Take care of this f'me, be back in a few. "

With that, he guided you, without a word outside, in a terrace that emptied as soon as you two got inside.

Kokonoi guided the man further from his co-workers, talking about whatever, and they took the opportunity to start spilling whatever they have been thinking.

-" Wow- " Sanzu began, popped a pill and stared at his older brother who was the next to speak.

-" that was... Fuckin' hot. "

Either nodding, or scoffing, none of them could deny that for once, having a woman taking part of the talk, putting a man back in his place and especially such a gorgeous woman had all their pants tightening.

-" She's the pussy that has been taking the Sano-conda for months, no doubt she's strong " Sanzu replied, earning all the glances to himself. Kokonoi who just came back to them rose an eyebrow.

-" Don't tell me you just gave Mikey's dick a name? Don't tell me his name is literally a mix of Sano and Anaconda?"

-" Okay I won't tell you" that one shrugged, still it didn't wiped the disgusted expression on Hajime's face.

-" So, you guys now believe us ?" Rindou inquired, Kokonoi and Takeomi's gaze met for a second, remembering their bet. They were not ashamed, far from it, they were just pissed by the fact that no one would obviously ever win that bet.

-" Someone tells me where I could buy these dark impulses ? 'cause I got the darkest black card out here and never had such a glamour-puss ".

-" That's exactly how I called her !" Both the Haitani brothers exclaimed as twins, then turned to look at each other with a sly smile.

- " how are things going, champagne mate ?" Sanzu took a chance to approach his brother and mock him while that one groaned.

-" She would've accepted if she was not head over heels for Mikey, I'm sure. "

-" Spare us, she's so young you could be her dad. "

-" you're thinking I wouldn't like her callin' me daddy ?" Takeomi snapped right back, making the Haitani's laugh.

-" shit bro, that ass in that dress was screaming for a spank. Bet Mikey's spanking his naughty girl right now " Ran made almost all of the men laugh.

-" What the hell am I hearing ?" Mochi who just came back from where he was smoking in the terrace asked, joining the group.

-" Where were you ?"

-" Smoking. And bro, how the hell did Mikey managed to get himself such a hot stuff ?"

He almost startled when the Haitani's and Sanzu looked at each other and went in for another laugher. What caught him more aback was that both Koko and Takeomi were smirking.

-" What the hell's happening here ?" He turned toward Kakucho, the only serious one there and asked. The latter sighed.

-" Nothing, just them being... Them. And me wondering why the hell my mother didn't swallow instead. "

Mochi only nodded slowly, confused as if to laugh or cry because of his friend's state, before Sanzu cut him off.

-" You can play coy all you want, just don't dare saying you wouldn't want whatever the fuck Mikey's having on the terrace now ".

Throwing a death glare at Sanzu and feeling his cheeks heating because of all his co-workers laughers and glances at him, he put his hands in his pockets and looked away, ignoring the statement.

He would not deny that. He could not anyway. His boss got himself the prettiest and cleanest girl they had ever seen since they started their careers, sweet, smart, and fierce, him just like any other executive could not say they were not even the slightest bit envious.

-" Yeah that's what I thought" the latter scoffed. " What are they doing anyway ? It's cold outside. "

-" Yeah... " Kokonoi started, and even himself wasn't believing what he was about to say, yet the influence of staying so long around these men have had the best of him. " It's cold outside, she's gonna tell him to cum inside. "

Nearly everyone's attention was on their group at that point, the laugher most of them had let out echoing through the room until even both you and Manjiro heard it from the terrace. Kakucho and Takeomi were the only ones who didn't laughed, still a smile was there curling both their lips, reluctantly.

-" That was the lamest joke I've heard in my life. " Takeomi told Kokonoi, who only rolled his eyes.

-" This is a nightmare... " Kakucho stated, before Ran answered.

-" No, this is Bonten ".

-" Every Saturday night on your TV. Stay tuned. "

•••

If only the laughers echoing from inside have been useful, yet even those were not enough to cool off the atmosphere between the two of you.

Mikey had his back facing you, both his hands on the railing. His knuckles were turning white from how strong he was gripping that one, keeping himself grounded.

His demons started roaring again, screaming for destruction and burning with wrath. And deep inside, he was terrified.

Scared that he might just let go of the wheel, scared they might hurt you, the ones inside his head, and that was the last thing he wanted.

He has been so hell bent on keeping you away from his gang life at first, he really should have kept that mindset, let Ran die in his backseat that night because now, he knew there wouldn't be any back off possible. You were just too... Eye catching, your honesty, your innocence, everything about you was a forbidden fruit for all the devils inside that ballroom, not a wonder you got all their eyes stuck on you the entire night.

And that was one of the things upsetting him so much, how even his presence didn't scared them off of your face, of your body and your fire. That feeling of jealousy was a whole new cloud in his already dark sky, he had never felt such a thing before, never actually cared about anyone to even feel it. And now, he was finding himself wanting to kill people just because their eyes landed on you.

-" It's getting late-"

Enough, in a split second you found yourself pinned against the wall, with Mikey's hand around your throat and his knee pressed between your legs.

You gulped down, dived deep in those dark eyes you loved so much. Never have you ever seen his face in such a state, it was emptier than usual, darker, even. You could not help but feel scared, feeling your hands trembling on each side of your body yet you maintained his eye contact.

-" Find it fucking funny to have all those eyes on you ? Running this mouth 'f yours around my men ?"

His voice was lower than usual, more dangerous, his lips inches away from yours gave you the impression of eating you alive, but nothing could have been compared to the way his eyes were burning each inch of your skin, from your face to your chest.

-" You should be the one asking yourself questions. " You replied with all the courage left in your body. " Like : Do I actually own a gang or a kindergarten ? "

He would not hurt you, right ? You wondered right after the words left your mouth. Your Manjiro, the man that turned into a boy in your arms, he would never get mad at you until hurting you, right ?

You heavily doubted it as you watched his hand tightening around your throat, still his knee between your legs, the friction he was giving you had something comforting, as if he wanted you to understand you were not in danger of death.

-" You really want me to force you to watch as I kill them all, hm ?"

Closing your eyes briefly for a second, you repeated a mantra inside your head.

He would not, he would never... he just was feeling insecure, you knew him better than anyone. Being between a bunch of men which everyone wanted you in a different way had all his insecurities and demons screaming, be smarter.

-" When I fuckin' ask, you answer. "

His hand squeezed a little more on your throat, making you gasp louder. At the same time, Manjiro thrusted his knee against your crotch, making your clit throb from pleasure, a smirk adorned his merciless face while you squeezed your thighs against each other.

-" No. But I won't stay there and shut up when someone disrespects me. " In a bold, or maybe suicidal move, your hands flew to his collar and brought him closer to you. Lucky you, your gesture was rather soft, otherwise he would never have took it that lightly.

And to be honest, whenever you would flash that fierce part of yourself, he would already be thinking about thousand and one ways of having you, taking you, keeping you next to him forever.

-" You brought me here tonight. You wanted me to be your girl in front of anyone. You don't disrespect the boss' girl. "

His girl, could the world stop for a minute and just let him feel the hurricane moving his chest at that meer word?

Mikey stared blankly at your eye color, sinking deep in your ocean. There were so much things he could read there that he couldn't quite say anything, couldn't comprehend anything except his heart beating louder, his lips screaming to take your pretty ones. Each of your words was his daily reminder to why he has chosen to keep you longer in the first place, each more second that you sustained his glare was a slap in the face, telling him if whatever soulmates existed, you would be his.

-" if you waited long enough, you would've known I was only waiting for him to make one more mistake to gift you his head on a platter. "

Dead serious, the look in his eyes dared you to even think he wouldn't be able to do it. That night you knew, he knew, and all of them inside knew he would kill for you.

Your hands left his shirt to cup his cheeks, even though his dark desires were still yearning for destruction and pain, your gentleness soothed his worries and thoughts, he leaned in your touch the slightest bit.

-" I know that, but I don't want this. And deep inside, you don't want this either. "

Frowning, his hand around your throat loosened and his knee left your thighs, Mikey straightened, sensing where you were going and stared at you.

-" What do you mean ?"

-" I mean that you need someone who can stand for herself, even when you're not here. When you're by my side, I'm the strongest. But when you're not here, I take your sword and carry your crown gladly. "

Has his heart ever beaten that fast in years ? Through fights or workouts ? Through experiencing death ? Never, he promised. And nothing has never been that right, he had lost too many people to think he could protect you forever, what he needed was to rest, to feel like whenever he would not be able to stand for you, you would be able to do it yourself.

-" you don't need someone you can protect, Manjiro. You need someone who'll make you drop the sword for a while and rest, I can be that someone. I can be your someone. "

Think of it as if his whole life suddenly made more sense, as if hearing his needs out loud was the thing that made them relevant,accurate.

He felt exposed, naked, but not only. He felt as if you broke his walls, looked passed his insecurities that were hiding inside and built brand new walls around his heart. With windows, this time, to let the light seep in. He was at a loss of words and couldn't even face you, look you in the eyes.

Just what did he do to deserve such a blessing ? You were so perfect that it started to hurt, that it became torture to keep wondering when you would finally understand he was not worth it, you...

Your heart missed several beats when he turned his back to you, began making few steps toward the door that led inside the ballroom.

Was it the end ? Have you gone too far ? Months of trying to make his guards fall down have them ended up themselves falling, failing ?

Anxiety had you digging your nails in your palms, heart racing rapidly especially when he stopped few steps away from the door and turned to look at you from the corner of his eyes.

And God was he pretty, with his empty dark eye devouring you that way, wind slightly blowing his hair.

-" What you waiting for ?"

His stern voice snapped you out of your thoughts, you tilted your head to the side questioningly, eyeing the hand he reached toward you to take.

-" better hurry up and come with me, before I make them all hear how dumb I fuck my queen. "

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Wow, I bet you all know the kind of unfunny and lame jokes I make everyday, poor my friends...

I stressed posting this honestly cause you all liked the first part so much and I didn't wanted to ruined it, I was kinda pressured, hope you like it though !

About Sanzu's girl, it's soon to come ! And soon I'll be back to your requests, have a good night 🖤

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sunaluv · 2 years ago

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Imagine being bonten!rans lil girlfriend and threatening anyone who tries to hit on you.

Decided to tag along to an event that was going on at your man’s bar. He’s out there somewhere handling all the business stuffs whilst your at the bar making good use of his resources.

Some random guy slides into the seat next to you with a smirk in his face trying to flirt with you and trying to buy you drinks and it was flattering at first to know you still pull, but this man will not let up.

“You better leave before my boyfriend gets here, he’s crazy. Kills people.”

The guy laughs out loud. “Real funny sweetheart. If you didn’t want me ya shoulda just said so.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling at the sight of your boyfriend approaching the two of you, way to calmly for your liking. He gets to the bar, not even acknowledging the little scene going on. You just know he was watching from across the bar somewhere.

His eyes wordlessly look into yours, making sure your okay before staring down the guy trying to hit on you.

“You’ve got real quiet now man,” his arm wraps around your waist. “What business do you have with my girl over here?”

The guy surprisingly holds his ground well for being tipsy and sized up by a notorious criminal. “Got no business with ‘er, just a pretty lil thing is all.”

His arms are no longer around you as a humorless chuckle leaves his lips. “Real pretty, you’re right.” Coincidentally the flashing strobe lights of the club catch the shiny metal of his baton. “D’ya wanna go talk about how pretty she is outside?”

He held his hands up. “I don’t wan’t no trouble. Didn’t know she was yours, honest.”

His hand came heavy on his shoulder, squeezing it harshly. “What’s wrong, you don’t think she’s pretty anymore? Look how sad my baby is?”

The question was obviously rhetorical as he ‘gently’ guided the man out the fire exit before he could even look at you.

You patiently waited, thankful the vibrating bass music drowned out what you knew was going on outside.

Six minutes later he returned, surprisingly cleaner than you would’ve thought him to be.

“Looks like I’ve still got it, huh?” You teased.

“You do,” he hugged you waist from behind, pecking your cheek. “It’s a gift and a curse having someone as pretty as you baby.”

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seichira · 3 years ago

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to do it all again.

not manga spoiler free !

manjiro sano lost you in his past life. he has had to live with the agony of seeing you fall apart at his lies of betrayal and infidelity. now that he gets the opportunity to turn back time, there is nothing he wouldn’t do to make things right.

pairing : timeleaper!mikey x reader

content : angst with comfort. second chances. major manga spoilers. confessions of cheating (but it was a lie told by mikey to push reader away). cursing. mentions of death.

mikey stands on the ledge of a rooftop of the building, looking over the city lights illuminating the night, letting the wind brush through his long hair.

he could see the people from here, albeit tiny, he can still observe everyone who passes by. there are smiles on their faces, lovers holding their hands, happily walking on the streets of tokyo aimlessly.

a sharp pain shoots through his chest when he looks beside him, ready to hold the hand of the love of his life, only to be reminded that he is entirely all by himself. it hurts, and he knows he doesn’t have the right to complain when he was the one who pushed you and everyone else away.

he is alone by choice. he distanced himself and deliberately wanted everyone to hate him by choice. that should make it all alright, that the sole reason he has nothing is him. that is what he tells himself.

no matter how self-destructive he is, there is a voice in his head that loves him, and it questions everything that has gone wrong in mikey’s life.

is it really his choice if he doesn’t like it? is it really by choice if had things been different, he wouldn’t have to do it? if he wishes he had another choice?

how is any of this fair?

how could you let them do this to you, mikey?

who gets to decide who is dangerous and not? who gets to decide who would live happily with their loved ones and those who would die alone? if there is a god out there, how is it any fair just for him to be standing on top of the world... all cold and broken?

it doesn’t make any fucking sense.

it’s all so fucking unfair.

all his life, he has done nothing but envy people for being happy, and for not being afraid to be. because whenever he’s happy, he always had to brace himself for the consequence that would come next.

his happiness was always conditional. always with a price to pay. and now he thinks he has maxed out, having experienced pure bliss with you.

the love of his goddamn pitiful life.

maybe this is payment for being too happy. for thinking you’d both have a future together. it is his punishment for ever thinking it was possible for him to be with someone as good as you.

mikey will repent for it, but he misses you so.

he misses you so much he is close to hallucinating an image of you in all the places you’ve been to together. his throat itches at the urge to scream his lungs out at being full of too much longing.

he misses you, and his skin longs for your touch, his heart for your love, and his soul for your warmth. but he can’t do anything to change that.

he closes his eyes to get rid of the sight of people living their lives just right below him, and try to get a memory of you smiling at him.

instead, he is confronted by the memory of the night when he let you go. no—it’s not just letting you go. he deliberately hurt you so you could let him go.

manjiro sano remembers it all. he remembers your betrayal-stricken eyes. he remembers your quivering lips. he remembers your hiccups in between your sobs. he remembers how he broke your heart, the very thing he promised that he wouldn’t do.

he remembers it all too well.

it sucks to be the one who remembers.

“i don’t think i heard you right, manjiro.”

your boyfriend hasn’t been coming home lately. it worries you, where he is, where he stays when he’s not home. you worry if he eats well, if he is alright and not all beaten up somewhere.

despite his behavior, you brush it off as something that he has to do. maybe he needed some time to himself. perhaps something important came up in kantou manji hang. he’s an important man, after all.

you don’t have the heart to assume something else other than that. so, the revelation he makes to you tonight as soon as you gets in the door shocks you.

“you heard me right,” he says without emotion, despite the havoc wreaking inside his body it makes him want to hurl. “i cheated on you. kissed and slept with someone else. i can’t bear to keep it from you.”

his heart is acting like a ticking time bomb. the confusion in your eyes, not believing what he just said, hurts more than if you would just scream at him and throw curses around.

she doesn’t believe me.

the expression on your face is straight. you are waiting for the punchline. it is a cruel fucking joke but you’re willing to forgive him for it if he would just say that he’s tripping.

but he doesn’t say anything. he just stands at the doorway, almost one foot outside the door because he’s so ready to leave. he’s ready to leave you and you don’t understand why.

“you’re lying.”

he shakes his head, and it was the cue for your heart to start clawing out of your ribs in the realization that he might just be telling the truth.

but he’s manjiro sano. he is yours. he has always been yours like you have been his. there is no way he could do that to you. the person who kisses your forehead goodnight could not possibly cheat on you.

“i’m not lying.”

he is lying. he hasn’t been coming home because his impulses have been worst than ever. he’s afraid he’d black out and wake up to your cold body next to him. he’s terrified that his love would not be enough to keep you safe from the danger that is himself.

he is lying, because it is physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually impossible for the man to even look at somebody else that is not you.

you are the only one he wants. you are the only one he has ever loved. that is his greatest, naked truth. and right now, he has to convince you otherwise.

how could he fucking possibly make you believe that he doesn’t love you anymore, when his entire body knows for sure that it belongs to you. only you.

“i tried to stop it, but i’ve been so fuckin’ lonely lately with all those nights alone. needed someone to keep me warm, you know.” it feels like insects are crawling underneath his skin at the disgust he feels at his own words, despite coming from a place of untruth.

in denial, it is your turn to shake your head. you even manage to crack a smile in hopes that he would return it. “mikey, p-please? i don’t get it, love. this is not a good joke. please, stop it, yeah?”

your pleas don’t fall on deaf ears. he’s willing to stop saying it over and over now only if you would believe him and just push him away.

but you’re not doing that.

see, mikey? this is how much she loves you. she loves you too much for her own good. she loves you so much she believes you’re not capable of doing this. she loves you. love her enough to let her go before you become the death of her.

“i’m not kidding. i slept with someone else, and i liked it. i wanted it to happen.��

when the realization hits you, when the coldness behind his ivory eyes supported his claims of cheating on you, you break and manjiro sano breaks with you.

he cannot bare to look at the sobs that leave the lips that he worships, nor the tears that escape the eyes that he would be a slave for.

you are hurting because of him and he knows it would happen. he wanted this to happen. better break your heart than have you die on his arms. he can’t let that happen. not in this lifetime and not in the next.

for five minutes, the only sound bouncing off the walls of your studio apartment is your wails. cries of someone who feels like they have lost everything, including faith in all that they have ever believed in.

“why…” you whisper, but loud enough for him to hear. “why would you… how could… i don’t understand. i can’t wrap my head around it.”

he wants to look away, but he doesn’t. he looks at you, bearing your broken heart to him, serving it to him on a silver platter.

mikey etches it in his mind to make sure he remembers how hurt you were, so he can pay for it in hell. he is not sure how, but he will suffer for it. he promises he will burn just to fucking pay for this—this moment, right here.

“i’ll just grab my stuff and i’ll be out before you know it.”

your eyes widen and you hurry to block his way to the bedroom. “what? no! no! you’re not leaving, mikey! we’re going to talk about this, okay? y-you can’t leave like this. this is your home. don’t go. please.”

the look he gives you is incredulous. “are you sick in the head? i cheated on you, and you want me to stay?”

you flinch at the reminder. he can’t believe it left your mind for a moment. you can’t believe it either because even though everything has been said and done, you still can’t believe it.

“everything hurts! looking at you hurts too much right now, but i need to understand! i want to hate you but i’m willing to talk about it if you have an explanation! you can call me stupid but i’m not letting you go! make me understand! just… don’t leave.”

he looks away because he can only take so much. he wants to get away from here as fast as possible so he won’t have to hear or see the aftermath of the storm he just created.

pushing past through you, you stumble in your foot following him to the bedroom where he brought out a bag that he now fills with some of his clothes. without you noticing, he grabs a hoodie of yours and leaves you one of his, along with most of his things.

“you don’t have to leave! you can say sorry right now and i will forgive you, manjiro!” you continue to sob as you reach out a hand to stop his arms from moving more.

he shoots you a weary look. “why can’t you just let me fuckin’ leave?!”

“because i might never get to see you again! as much as i can’t bare to look at you knowing what you did, i can never live knowing i’d never see you again! you will disappear! i know you!”

he wants to take you in an embrace and ask for your forgiveness for lying, but he has to stand his ground. everyone he has ever loved will die, if he doesn’t leave.

you will be in peril if he doesn’t do this. and there is nothing he wouldn’t sacrifice to keep that from happening.

“if-if you don’t have feelings the person you slept with, we can figure this out. mikey, love, i’m willing to work this out with you. j-just don’t leave.”

you just thought him how to get out of this. he is going to say it, and he is not going to mean it.

“i love them.”

if the thought of him being physically involved with someone else brought excruciating pain, this—him falling in love with someone else—was death.

mikey dies with you.

i will pay for this, baby. i will burn in hell to pay for this. i will never forgive myself for this. i promise, that i shall never be happy again after this.

at the battle of the two tomans, he finds himself begging takemichi to stay alive.

“this is why i pushed you all away, see? this is exactly what i feared would happen!” he cries out because he is exhausted.

his dark impulses are gone, but takemichi is gone, and you are gone. everyone he loves is gone, in one way or another.

he has done everything in his power to keep this from happening. he survived lonely nights, ate bland meals, and lived in isolation the past years just to keep all of you safe.

he had to watch his friends reach milestones and celebrate with each other, face hurdles together, simply hanging out as the sun sets while he does nothing but wish he was included—all of that to stop this, but it’s happening. there was nothing else he could have done but life is working against him still.

right now, he’s soaking in the blood of one of his very best friends. shinichiro is gone, emma is gone, izana is gone, draken is gone, and he doesn’t doubt that there would be a next if he keeps himself close.

why? i don’t understand. he has followed everything even when it killed him, so why?

“c’mon, takemitchi! wake the hell up, damn it!”

the people whom he once called his friends are all weeping tears of grief at the sight of the new leader of tokyo manji gang bleeding out. they won’t ever say it, but mikey is sure they are blaming him for it. everyone probably thinks they would have been better off without him, without meeting him again like this.

they all have each other, they would have been fine. but what about mikey? what about him?

do they not know?

do they not know how much he wept and how he made his house a disaster right after he went home when he saw draken laying lifelessly on the ground with three bullet holes in his body?

do they not know how much he wishes he could just be selfish for once and come home to you? so you can wipe his tears and nurse his pain?

of course, they don’t know. he never showed that to anyone. no matter how much he wished someone saw it anyway.

he had to stand by his decision, no matter how lonely the road he chose was. he would choose it again and again, if it ensures this won’t happen. but it’s happening.

and he wants nothing else but make it right.

again, again, and again.

the next time mikey opens his eyes, he is back in his childhood home. he lays awake on his bed, confused as to why he could hear shinichiro’s screams for emma to get off the couch, and the latter’s cheeky giggles.

he thinks, what a dream. i miss them so much since the day they left me. the heavens know what i’d give to go back to this day.

mikey startles when the door to his bedroom opens, revealing shinichiro.

he almost wants to cry and throw himself at his brother to hug him, but the older sibling got to open his mouth first.

“and you! when will you get up?! when it’s christmas? move it or you’ll be late for school again! that won’t be a good impression to make for your y/n, your crush!”

this dream is a little too realistic. still, he follows his brother like a good boy, completely going with the flow of this dream.

but when he steps on the floor, his foot catches a lego scattered around, and he yelps in pain. in pain.

that’s not normal in a dream, is it?

slowly, the idea of the possibility of time-leaping introduced to him by takemichi hits him. he sprints outside his room and snaps his head to the calendar.

and the year suggests that he is eight years old. a child. and this year, everyone is alive.

“emma?” he calls for his sister that he carried lifeless on his back by himself. there are now real tears in his eyes, and his sister slowly approaches him.

“hmm? are you okay, mikey?” the blondie little girl asks curiously, confused as to why mikey has literal waterfalls for an eye right now.

“will you punch me on the face real hard?”

without a second thought, emma does so, like she has been waiting for her whole life to do that. mikey grunts, but tears only continue to flow at pure happiness of this second chance.

he embraces emma in his arms. “you’re here. oh, my god. you’re really here. nii-san will protect you this time, yeah? i promise ‘ya that.”

his next thought… is none other than you.

he doesn’t bother to put on his uniform. despite shinichiro calling him to get back, he only rides his bike and pedals as fast as he can to get to school. he looks for the 2nd graders’ classroom.

and there you were. sitting all too cute and pretty on the colorful chairs of the elementary school you both attended, with a spare seat next to you that you specifically reserved for him because he is always late.

time stops for him when you raise your head to look up at him, and meet his eyes.

you are both alive, and you are both young with your whole lives ahead of you. you don’t know it yet, but this little crush thing going on between you two right now will grow into something bigger.

you have no idea that you will end up kissing him first on your last day at middle school, and move in together at eighteen.

but he knows.

he knows what went right. he knows what went wrong. and he knows what to do this time so he won’t have to let you go anymore.

so he walks up to you, and says:

“hi. you look like my girlfriend.”

you laugh it off as a poorly executed pick-up line he heard from his brother, but then again, he knows something you don’t know.

you are his girlfriend. or at least, you will be.

“manjiro, you look like you need some sleep!” you say as your cheeks flush at his line anyway, pertaining to his puffy eyes that are results of his incessant crying.

manjiro sano smiles.

“i think so, too.”

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