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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. "

Tag-list : @dreamingofyourmoons @fl4mepillar @thisbicc @isacreellover @Inupiko @akanemayumi @simpingforwakasa04 @luno614 @gukiemochi @shuujin

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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vingvks · 10 months

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Mikey headcanons.

(My perspective, opinion on Mikey headcanons)

(Also any ideas for characters?)

MIGHT BE SPOILERS! ⚠️

Mix of female and male reader

(Kanto or kantou manji idfk and idfc)

Might be bad grammar because I’m naturally a fast typer.

Fluff

-I could see Mikey being clingy (Toman Mikey and maybe even Manila and Bonten Mikey but in more private places with just you and him.)

-Toman Mikey’s probably very defensive and protective of you, just like with baji. (Ifykyk)

-if your in a bad mood he might give you a couple nibbles of his dorayaki, only if your sad but he’s definitely stingy.

-messy sleeper. I feel like sleeping in the same bed with him is a mess. He definitely will have his arms and legs everywhere. I feel like he would randomly wrap legs with you.

-Your relationship would probably be private for safety reasons even though he would still let you around Toman but your his so called close “friend” similar to his relationship with Draken.

-Petty, not petty in like a bad way though. For example if you forget to get him some dorayaki when your coming to see him he’ll do something small but petty as revenge.

-only sleeps in cold beds. He likes the cold breeze in his room.

-he’s like a woman on her period when you don’t bring him the snacks when he asked you to.

Angst

-when Draken died his mental health got even worse. I believe Draken used to baby Mikey because he could never get out of bed on his own after what happened with Shinichiro so you’d have to be the one to help him with simple tasks like helping him get up and care for him because he won’t do it for himself.

-Bonten Mikey is a light sleeper so if you move a lot he’ll definitely get pissed and hurt your feelings by saying something insensitive, he will never hit you though.

-Bonten Mikey has insomnia on certain nights, he’ll lay in bed with you until you fall asleep and then get up to do something else while your sleeping.

-Manila Mikey would ruin plans with you to go out and find takemichi. (Ifykyk)

-Bonten Mikey would definitely talk shit about Bonten executives to make you hate them as much as he does.

-Once kanto manji arc started Mikey became possessive. Like you cant talk to certain people and he needs to know where you are at all times. This is because Mikey feels as if those around him that he loves are bound to die, he feels as if he’s bad luck. If you were to not tell him where you were he would send members out to find you and dark impulse might even happen, as in he might hurt or kill someone in the meanwhile.

-long hair Manila mikey will come to your house randomly to hang out meanwhile acting as if he doesn’t have his victims blood on him.

-all Mikey’s (except toman and kanto) are pretty merciless. That’s included killing a child or animal if needed.

-Ever since Kanto manji arc Mikey tends to get easily frustrated or pissed even though he keeps a blank face. His eyes say it all.

-sometimes Mikey might snap at you because of dark impulse and then realize what he did. This would result in him doing something such as starving himself, locking himself in a room somewhere or just straight up harming himself as self punishment.

(This is actually a headcanon because of black dragon arc where Mikey purposely let taiju hit him as a punishment to himself and when he let Draken beat him up because he couldn’t protect Emma. Basically letting others hurt him because he believes he deserves it.)

-Manila Mikey has manic episodes sometimes. I feel like he would be delusional at times and hallucinate.

-Bonten Mikey cannot sleep without you, he doesn’t like the thought of you being somewhere else while he’s laying down.

-Manila Mikey is manipulative time to time to get what something he really wants. When he doesn’t get it regardless he’ll loose his cool and get violent, Mainly from dark impulse.

-Keep a close eye on Bonten Mikey and Manila Mikey when you can. Atleast text Bonten Mikey four times an hour to check on him. But don’t text him on busy days. If he doesn’t answer your text call him on a busy day, call him.

-Mental disorder for sure.

-bad communication skills. Whenever you call him out he’ll say something like “You knew what you were getting into.”

-puts you and those he truly loves before himself. Selfless person but also very selfish when it comes to people he doesn’t care about.

-Bonten mikey has fantasies of having a double suicide with you. So that he’ll be free from his suffering with you still right beside him in his heart. You’d both probably end up dying with each other.

-very possessive and jealous. To the point it can be agonizing. Only if you really put him in his place (in any way..) he’ll stop for a bit.

-Manila mikey is usually smiling but as soon as he gets angry his whole persona turns upside down.

-Bonten Mikey has scars all along his body but hides it with sleeves etc.

-Long hair Manila mikey does a lot more gore killing then you’d expect.

-toxic asf

-yandere (toman mikey doesn’t kill others however other timeline Mikey’s wouldn’t hesitate for you.)

-They’d probably treat you like shit at times but go spiraling when you threaten leaving them, despite knowing that you can’t.

-I feel as if at times they’d occasionally victimize themselves, only till you hit them with a reality check.

-They are guilt tripping at times, but I feel they’d do it to get your attention, unhealthy obsession.

Smut

Dominant (mixed slight submissive in this too but yeah…)

-Long hair Manila mikey would wanna do some crazy shit sex wise, despite him never actually doing it for you sake.

-Bonten Mikey is definitely rough but quiet. In a irritated mood? That’s fine, he’ll take it out on you sexually.

-kanto manji Mikey is also pretty quiet but he starts off slow and then gets faster. He really doesn’t care, he’ll fuck you while other Kanto manji members are near.

-Manila Mikey does a lot of foreplay. Like thigh and neck kissing and slowly making his way up. If you were to do it to him he’d be ashamed of himself but then again he loves it.

-I feel as if long hair Manila Mikey and short hair Manila Mikey would do foreplay for a long time until you get desperate enough to beg him for more than just that.

-Manila Mikey groans a lot and whines occasionally. I feel like he’s slightly louder and whines often when he’s in the submissive role.

-Kanto manji Mikey doesn’t have a high-sex drive so he’ll just rail or ride you for your sake (he still loves it though) . But every other Mikey timeline do it for themselves.

-only time Kanto manji Mikey is in the mood is when he needs to relive his anger. (Either topping you or bottoming for you, whatever he wants more.)

-Every Mikey timeline is controlling in the sex department. (They can still be a controlling bottom until you put him in his place.)

-long hair Manila Mikey only fucks to get his mind off things. He’ll go all night, depending on how long you go the louder he gets.

-he’ll praise you just so your body can react.

-his hips and thrust are hard. Prepare for painful aching the next day.

-Thigh kissing kink.

-choking kink.

-lots of hickeys on collarbone and neck.

-emotional sex depending on how he’s feeling.

-passionate sex if you’ve pleased him or impressed him in anyway.

-he definitely leaves bruises on your hips, he keeps a firm tight grip.

-I feel like Manila Mikey would call you “doll”

-Manila Mikey is playful and unserious at first but when he starts to feel the pleasure he gets quiet and rough.

-this might suck a little but if you piss them off sometimes he’ll become controlling and only go for his own orgasm, leaving you half done unless you beg for it.

Submissive

-Bonten Mikey was not a big fan when he realized he was more submissive to you. As long as you take him somewhere very private he’ll be as loud as he wants. Other than that he doesn’t fuck in places where people are near.

-Kanto manji Mikey is loud. Deadass don’t know why but I feel like he’s mumbles curse words while you rail or ride him, he’s gets a satisfaction of relief. (depending on your preference and gender)

-Manila Mikey, his ego was lowkey hurt but if you go fast he’ll only care about sex in that one moment.

-Kanto manji Mikey doesn’t like fucking in open places. You have to be somewhere private and far away from gang members. As long as he isn’t limping or aching when your done he’ll pretend nothing happened and go on about his day.

-Bonten Mikey whispers. He’ll whisper if he wants it slower or faster but if you don’t slow down sometimes he’ll get loud.

-if you make Manila Mikey cry in the middle of sex he’ll get submissive and emotional. He’s a pretty crier.

-Manila mikey likes to ride. He’s louder that way.

-I feel like in response to his trauma he’d hate being degraded severely while bottoming, only occasionally, he’d probably prefer quiet sex or you praising him.

-Both Bonten and Kanto manji Mikey grip sheets tightly. They might even tear the sheets.

-best place you can get any timeline Mikey submissive is bending over a desk or table.

-Manila Mikey has a praising kink, you praise him and he’ll praise you back. He will ever admit how much it makes his heart race.

-Bonten Mikey breathing gets erratic when you praise him.

-All Mikey timelines hate the thought of getting caught being in a submissive position. I genuinely think they would kill or threaten anyone who were to see a damn thing.

-Bonten Mikey is disrespectful until you fuck him dry. He’d probably be judging and talking shit nonchalantly then get all quiet when you prove him wrong.

-Neither of the Mikey timelines talk much in the middle of sex beside Manila mikey. I believe that the rest of the Mikey timelines beside Manila mikey are pillow princesses when on a bed because they’re too embarrassed to see the look on your face while your fucking them. (Either riding or railing them)

-fucking any long hair Manila mikey or any adult Mikey with with his long hair out and free is top tier. He’s pretty with his hair out and messy.

-Punishment sex for any of them is a turn on but they’ll never admit. Nothing is more embarrassing to Mikey than you making him beg for it.

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dlscenarios · 10 months

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Sit On It - manila!Mikey x afab!Reader SMUT | Tokyo Revengers

Literally just a drabble of my own headcanons from a couple months ago -> Link

MDNI

Cw: AFAB receiving oral, Sitting on Mikey's face, Mikey's kind of a simp for u ngl

Tired, dark eyes stayed on you as you shut the bedroom door. Mikey sat on the edge of the bed, having been waiting for you to come home, kicking his feet. He smiled as he held his arms out towards you.

"Welcome home." His hands latched onto your waist as you got closer. You ruffled his short black hair as you grinned back.

"Hi love." You greeted before leaning down, placing a soft kiss to his lips.

Mikey looked up at you, love filling his usually dull, void-like eyes, "I wanna do something."

"What?"

Manjiro pulled away and flopped onto his back, arms spread out.

"I wanna make my angel know how much I worship them," He pointed to his face, "Sit on it, darling."

Manjiro Sano was never one to be defied. So, you quickly got undressed and straddled him. He hooked his strong arms over your thighs, pulling you closer to his awaiting mouth.

He placed a few gentle kisses to your lower lips before his fingers spread you open a little, Manjiro's tongue immediately connecting to your clit. His eyes stayed glued to your face, taking in your every expression.

He looked so handsome. His short hair was fanned out on the bed, his subtle moans as his tongue entered you, taking in every part of you. Your moans, your scent, your taste.

Doing this with you was his favorite thing in the world. Nothing could top pleasing his angel.

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bluerskiees · 1 year

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Mikey: There is no future. There is no past. Don't you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every fact.

Y/n: .........All I asked was if you wanted to cut your birthday cake first.

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theghooligan · 1 year

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if manila mikey straddled me like that while pointing a gun at me i would simply let him. takemichi and i are not the same.

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goldengirliez · 5 days

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oml, please help me, I can't stop thinking about giving head to Manila Mikey.

Idea from this drabble! ☆

02:53 pm

We all know how Mikey is, deep inside that apathetic shell of his, his empty heart and dull eyes, he's aching uncontrollably to feel anything aside from that void that consumes his senseless.

He gets so overwhelmed that he often forgets to eat, shower, and take care of himself with basic actions.

But he has you. His beloved, his light in the darkness, his anchor during the storm that keeps him grounded.

Even on days when intrusive thoughts caress his skin alluringly, you're there to keep them away from your man, you're there and keep him alive.

Just like today.

It's a hot, clammy day: no matter how many windows you may want to open, the air won't just come in to cool down your dripping skin, the oppressive weather creeps through your lungs and violates them, taking away the oxygen you need way too soon.

You're hot, you are bored and you're tired of waiting for your boyfriend to get out of the shower so you can get it all for yourself.

Your bare feet tap softly against the floor, quickly moving towards the bathroom where you left your beloved around thirty minutes ago, ready to scold him for taking so long.

You put your hand on the golden, rusty doorknob and turn it silently. Pushing the wooden panel open with a small "creak" sound, the humidity of the post-shower air invades your senses, inserting in between the fabric of your soft garments and dampening your skin even so slightly.

Your eyes immediately fall on the figure in front of you, seated on the glossy, black stool next to the sink.

Mikey's head is dropped low, his wet liquorice hair is covering his pale, porcelain skin: his onyx eyes are slightly visible to you and they are surely lost in nothingness. He's sitting still, not moving a muscle as if he didn't even notice you enter before.

You're not going to scold that poor angel for a fucking shower: you're going to scold yourself for not taking it with him. He often gets lost in thoughts and that's not a good sign at all.

"'jiro, what's wrong?"

You carefully step closer to him, crouching down to his level and cradling his fluffy cheeks in your hands: slowly blinking his eyes, as if was slowly waking up from a peaceful dream, he looks up at you desperately.

"Please, make them shut the fuck up".

Often the best way to silence your thoughts is to focus on something louder than the voices inside your head.

That's what Mikey needs right now.

Usually, he would let you suck him off to your heart's content but that's not what he needs right now: he needs to feel loved, cared about and seen. He needs to know he's there with you and not anywhere else lost in his mind.

You can feel the hardness of the cold tiles underneath your knees as you kneel in front of him, which is in contrast with the hotness of that cute, pinkish mushroom head of his shaft and the smoothness of his skin in your palm.

Manjiro's eyes are focused on you, just like you asked him to: they are completely blown out, his angelic face has a cherry red hue on his cheeks, and his lips are slightly puffy due to his constant biting in them.

When your tongue gently wraps around the tip and sucks on it harshly, squeezing with your hand the base of his dick (just how he likes it) his onyx irises roll in the back of his skull and his hand goes straight to his mouth, muffling with a hum one of his pretty moans.

Just when you take him deeper, your ears are blessed with his unfiltered voice, a desperate call of your name: you can feel his hardness make its way down your throat gradually, and the salty taste of his pre on your taste buds makes you salivate.

Just when his cock touches the back of your throat your eyes water and not because of the burning sensation or the ache of your jaw but because of his goddamn pretty face.

Manjiro's wet liquorice hair is sticking to his damp forehead due to the water of the shower he took; onyx orbs are staring deeply into your soul, flickering up and down your face not knowing where to focus; sweat is dripping down his defined jaw and sliding on his bobbing adam apple every time he gulps; his black undershirt is sticking to his string chest; his tattooed neck is stretched to the side as he can barely keep his head up due to how good you're making him feel.

He's a masterpiece and he's all yours.

"Baby... Y-You're taking it so fucking deep– oh fuck!"

It wouldn't take long for you to bob your head according to his liking when his calloused hand touches your cheek and smoothly runs up through your hair, gripping it slightly so it won't cover your eyes.

The burn in your throat might be becoming unbearable but having your man scream your name endlessly is what keeps you up: his whole attention is on you, you're the only one he's thinking about, you're the only one he's feeling.

You can feel him throb against the walls of your mouth, his veins pulsating underneath your skilled tongue: you take him out with a slurping sound and begin to fist his cock, squeezing the tip and gripping the base, fiddling with his balls, wanting to coo at him as a last push. Your sugar-coated sweet-nothings are the most sincere as you look into his eyes with heart-shaped ones almost: good boy, I love you, baby, this is all for you.

After a dark time that day, he's finally seeing stars.

Mikey's orbs shine with the tears that roll down his burning cheeks, his voice is desperate and whiny, unable to keep up with the pace you're setting just for him.

Wet, squelching sounds that echo through his ears along with your praises are like a melody and when his hand comes on top of yours as you keep on moving it fast, you know you've done the trick.

"Ah– oh, shit! B-baby, I- I'm- I- please".

As you kiss lovingly his inner thigh which is decorated with every shade of red because of the blooming love marks you gave him, he feels a shock of electricity run down his spine.

As a blissed cry of your name booms out of his chest, his eyes scrunch shut and his head gets thrown back, you're already there to put your mouth on his throbbing tip and keep his love seed into your mouth, safe and sound.

He takes a while to calm down, but when he does he doesn't hesitate to get you on his lap and hug you close, whispering with a heavy breath how much he loves you, how grateful he is for having you by his side and an endless string of thank you.

You're both dripping in sweat, fuming due to the heated act you had so the sudden thin, delicate breeze that comes in from the bathroom door makes you sigh contently.

Manjiro's the one to speak first "I guess we need to shower again", he chuckles... His genuine laugh makes your lips curl into a fond smile as you take his hand in yours and kiss his knuckles gently.

"I'll do it with you so I'll keep the bad thoughts away this time".

He loved the sound of that.

I'm experimenting with new kinds of writing so I don't know how I feel about this drabble: it was simply living in my head rent-free–

I hope you enjoyed reading this drabble!

English isn't my first language so I apologise for any mistakes!

Sending y'all hugs. ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

©GOLDENGIRLIEZ do not repost or modify on any platform.

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ausylusy · 3 months

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Manjiro stealing izana's gf nsfw

hello, i know its been quite some months since you requested this anon but its finally here. I apologize for being so late lmao but its here and I hope you enjoy this!

There may be some grammar incorrections in the story but english isnt my first language so I apologize in advance!

~MR. STEAL YOUR GIRL~

Sano Manjiro/Mikey × reader!

Warnings: kitty eating

18+!!!

Despite being together for quite some time, Izana's abusive behavior would take a toll on the fragile relationship between him and you. Izana's lack of attention and affection could be seen as a form of abuse, harming you by leaving you constantly feeling ignored, neglected, and unworthy of being loved. This could have long lasting effects on your self-esteem, making you feel like nothing more than a mere object for his pleasure.

You feels alone, isolated, and ignored by Izana. You sit next to a lake and look out into the dark waters, contemplating your life and relationship. As you stare, you begins to doubt whether it is even worth trying to save the relationship. You think to yourself, maybe it would be better to just walk away, to seek a fresh start....

You decided to go to Manjiros house. You trusted Manjiro more than anyone. You feel comfortable opening up and venting to him about how you have been treated by Izana. After awhile you and Manjiro are now in his bedroom. Iz seems he just woke up from a nap. Manjiro looks at you and asks "What happend?". "I've been feeling really neglected and mistreated by Izana lately. He's constantly ignoring my texts and calls and doesn't seem to care about my feelings at all. It's been really hard and I'm not sure what to do." you say as you looked down in sadness. Manjiros eyes widen upon hearing that. He had a crush on you ever since he knew you. He couldnt belive that his brother would treat a beautiful girl like you like some piece of trash. Manjiro approaches you and says."You deserve better than how he has been treating you. He should never be making you feel like that....Besides can treat you better than Izana ever has. I'll pay attention to you, I'll listen to your concerns and actually care about your feelings. I promise I won't treat you the way Izana has." Manjiro said that with no hesitation. Did he just confess to you? You wondered and your eyes were wide open. "Let me prove it to you, yn..." Manjiro leans in and kisses your lips. Your and Manjiros kisses become more passionate and intense as you two explored each other's mouths with your tongues. You feel your body respond to Manjiro's touch once again as he explores every inch of your mouth with his tongue. You can't help but moan softly into the kiss as you feel yourself getting aroused.

As you twos passion continues to build, Manjiro begins to undress you slowly and sensually. He takes his time exploring every inch of your body as he removes each piece of clothing until you are standing before him completely naked. "So hot for me....fuck..."Manjiro mummers as he looks at your body in hunger. Your face was red as a tomato but you were excited at the same time. Without hesitation, Manjiro picks you up and carries you over to the bed.As they continue to explore each other's bodies, Manjiro begins to focus his attention on your most intimate area. He kisses and licks your inner thighs, making his way closer and closer to your wet pussy."already wet...."manjiro says and chuckles. You gasps as you feel Manjiro's hot breath against your sensitive skin. You can't help but moan loudly as he begins to eat you out, flicking his tongue over her clit with expert precision. You grab onto the sheets tightly as waves of pleasure washes over your body. Your back arches as she feels herself getting closer and closer to climaxing. Manjiro looks up at you with a devilish grin before plunging his tongue into your wetness, making you scream out in pleasure. Then you reached your peak and cummed all over his face. Manjiro looks up at you with a satisfied grin before licking his lips and tasting your sweet juices. "Delicious princess~" Manjiro says and gives you a quick kiss on the lips and whispers in your ear "I love you.....so much princess..."

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kokoch4n3l · 2 months

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DEAD GIRL’S BEACH࿐ྂ KUROKAWA IZANA x f!oc x SANO MANJIRO

TWO — beachy dreams

“he had trauma stemming from childhood. abandonment issues? currently unsure. he says he has a house on the beach. rich? 100% sure. lol would he adopt me if I ask?” — MAYA'S ROUGH NOTES ON K.I

chapter summary: Maya finds herself at Chifuyu's place with his rowdy friends before hitting the club and she's drawn into flirtatious exchanges with a mysterious club owner. Tensions arise when a revelation links Maya's work to her social circle. Izana gives her an intriguing invitation.

chapter warnings: mentions of body image, clubbing, alcohol use, intoxication, mentions/implications of forced prostitution, mentions of gang violence, inaccurate depictions of psychiatric hospitals, f!oc with zero self preservation skills

word count: 4764

moodboard | masterlist | previous | chapter 3

"didn't know you were keeping this pretty lady to yourself Chifuyu! How cruel" One of Chifuyu's friends, Mitsyua Takashi, says with a soft croon

It's 7 pm and Maya's just reached Chifuyu's place due to a change of plans. Originally it was supposed to be her and him going to some restaurant to catch up but Chifuyu's friends from middle school had also been pestering him to meet up which resulted in Chifuyu changing plans last minute and bringing Maya to his place to pre-game before going to a club. Chifuyu had picked her up from her apartment and brought her to his apartment where his friends had already come inside due to having the code for his door. "Mitsuya-kun, she's 6 years younger than you" Chifuyu hisses at Mitsuya, hiding Maya behind him

Maya felt her cheeks tinge pink at the attention she was suddenly receiving from all the people in Chifuyu's apartment. There were so many people there and she kind of hated Chifuyu for not warning her earlier. There were mostly only guys here and 2 other girls. Everyone was dressed in typical club attire. Maya herself was in a matching set, a lilac mini skirt and a matching crop top in the same colour. The crop top had a spaghetti v-neck line and was slightly cinched in the center. It was backless, held together by a button she had taken around 10 minutes to do by herself. Both pieces clung to her skin, accentuating her thin body and even somehow making her lack of boobs look bigger. Slightly that is(Maya unfortunately wasn't blessed in that area). The fabric of both pieces were slightly sparkly and she had done matching makeup with it and wore platform heels and a leather jacket on top and two diamond studs in her ears. Of course, she couldn't forget the two necklaces she was wearing. One was a gold oval pendant with a delicate border and the outline of a daffodil flower in the center of it. The second necklace, also gold, was a small butterfly pendant. Maya never exactly took these necklaces off. Yes, she was supposed to remove her jewellery for her job but Sunshine Grove was surprisingly lenient. But still, she always kept her necklaces tucked underneath her shirt and only ever wore stud earrings or none at all at work. "Oh well—"

"Oh my you're so cute" Maya feels her face being grabbed "Matsuno, where have you been hiding her!?"

Maya comes back to face with a tall girl with ginger hair and brown eyes. "Guys please stop scaring her and embarrassing me" Chifuyu grumbles in annoyance at his friends, pulling Maya out of the tall girl's grasp

Maya turned bright red and shifted on her feet, unsure of what to say in front of so many people who were clearly older. "This is Kaneko Maya. 5 and 6 years younger than all of us" Chifuyu says "stop scaring her I swear to god"

Maya waves nervously and the room gets quiet for a moment. She shifts. Oh man, this was a bad idea. She should have just told Chifuyu that they could reschedule but her damn lovesick brain just accepted the offer of going with him and his friends. What felt like hours to Maya was a mere few seconds to everyone else and they all started introducing themselves to her. Well, all except for the ginger-haired girl, Shiba Yuzuha's, younger but very tall model brother, Shiba Hakkai(he's apparently afraid of women). Maya doesn't usually drink much. So as the rest of them around her are taking a few shots, she sits on the sofa next to Tachibana Hinata who just doesn't drink at all. Maya can't help but notice the four leaf clover necklace she was wearing. "So when did you and Chifuyu-kun meet?" Hinata asks

Hinata seemed sweet. Like too sweet. Like an angel from fucking heaven. "uh... When I was in middle school... Like 7th grade"

Then comes Hanemiya Kazutora who leisurely takes a seat in front of both of them on the coffee table. Kazutora was Chifuyu's roommate and really the only other person Maya knew here. Maya knew about how Kazutora went to jail in his youth and got out recently but she didn't ask for what. "so how's your job with the crazy people doin' Maya?" Kazutora asks with a grin and Hinata gives Maya a confused look

Maya laughs nervously. "Uh... I'm a psychiatrist... I work at a psychiatric hospital"

"Oh wow... Must be hard work" Hinata says with a smile "That's great that you got hired this young. I heard hospitals rarely hire people fresh out of university"

Maya nods. "Yeah got rejected by everyone at first and ended up at this shitty psychiatric hospital, Sunshine Grove, just outside of Tokyo. They pay well but the place is scary"

"Sunshine Grove, huh" Kazutora says slowly as if trying to remember where he heard the name of the hospital

But Kazutora's thoughts are cut off by Draken, a super tall intimidating guy with a dragon tattoo on the side of his head, calling them and telling them it is time for them to leave. The room is filled with hooting from the boys. Maya can't help but laugh a bit. Chifuyu's friends were nice. "Come on Maya, we're gonna have so much fun tonight" Yuzuha says pulling her off the couch

They make it to the club not too long later. Maya is linking arms with Hinata and holding hands with Yuzuha. The lineup is pretty big and Maya wonders how long it will take for them to get in. But to her surprise, the boys are all walking straight up to the entrance. "Huh? shouldn't we get in line?" Maya asks Hinata

Hinata and Yuzuha look at each other for a moment then at Maya. "ah~ the boys know the owners" Hinata explains "we always come here since it's the safest out of all the ones they own"

Hinata's words raise a few red flags in Maya's head. Safest out of all the ones they own? What did that even mean? "a friend's I'm assuming" Maya says as they reach the bouncer

Yuzuha scoffs. "Please, the last thing any of them would call each other is friend"

That concerns Maya even more. If they weren't even friends, why the fuck were they here. They make it to the front of the line and instantly the bouncer starts letting them in but stops Maya. "Hey, she's with us too" Mitsuya says lowly and Chifuyu looks pissed now

The bouncer scoffs. "I know you guys are special guests of the Haitanis but I'm sure they wouldn't want a minor in the club either. ID"

Maya feels embarrassed by this. She pulls her phone out of the inside pocket of her leather jacket, takes her ID out of her case, and hands it to the bouncer. "Birth year?" The bouncer asks

Her cheeks burn in embarrassment as all of Chifuyu's friends watch the entire thing play out. "1996" She squeaks out

The bouncer looks between her and the ID card a few times then gives it back to her and lets her in. "Oh god that was embarrassing" Maya whimpers to Chifuyu who now has an arm around her shoulder, guiding her through the club up to the VIP section

"It's fine Maya" Chifuyu says with a laugh into her ear over the loud music "Can't control how young you look"

Her heart beats faster when she feels Chifuyu's breath against her skin. He guides her to sit in the VIP booth and then slides in next to her. His arm goes around her shoulders once again as he talks to his friends. Maya feels her face go pink. Thankfully the lights are dim and no one could tell. "let's go get the ladies some shots" Mitsuya says and drags Hakkai and Draken with him

"Fuck I have a feeling all of us are gonna black out tonight" Kazutora says with a laugh

The music is more muffled in the VIP section. Maya wonders if it's because of the connection Chifuyu and his friends have with the owners that they're able to be here. Honestly speaking, despite having known Chifuyu for so long, she's never been to the club with him. It was usually only restaurants, cafes, parks and just fun places like that. This was the first time Maya was out clubbing with Chifuyu. "You okay?" Chifuyu murmurs into her ear, her breath brushing against her skin

Maya's heart beats faster at the feeling and she suppresses a shiver. Chifuyu's arm around her shoulder tightens and he pulls her a bit tighter into his side. "listen, anything happens tonight, you're not feeling well, something does something, everyone is here for you. Not just me, okay?" He says and Maya almost flinches when she feels his lips brush against her ear "Understand"

She almost can't respond. "Y-Yeah... I understand"

Chifuyu is probably tipsy because he kisses her cheek and turns around to talk to Kazutora. Maya sits there stunned and if it weren't for the flashing neon lights, everyone would see how flushed her face was. She lets out a shuddery breath and gulps, hoping no one saw that. Thankfully everyone was too tipsy to actually notice and soon after Mitsuya, Draken and Hakkai bring more shots, they drink some more and everyone is drunk. Everyone except Draken and Mitsuya who were apparently the designated drivers for tonight. Jun thinks she's drunk, somewhat. She stumbles off the dance floor away from Hinata and Yuzuha to the bar where the music wasn't as louder. Everyone was scattered around, talking to girls or whoever. She's drunk out of her mind at this point and just one more drink away from blacking out. Just as she's about to call the bartender over, someone stands beside her. "haven't seen you before" someone says,

Maya looks up and sees a very tall guy. His hair is short, coloured purple and black. His skin is pale and his eyes are lilac. Woah he was handsome. "I doubt you could keep track of who comes and goes unless you're here every day" Maya tells him with a smile

The man chuckles. "This is my club sweetheart, I know who comes and goes"

Maya giggles drunkenly, too far gone to remember that Hinata and Yuzuha said the boys weren't that good of friends with the club owner. "Really? You're rich?" she asks and leans in closer

The man sighs and leans in closer as well, with a tentative finger brushing one of her wavy locks behind her ear. "All pretty girls are gold diggers huh?" he says it more to himself than to her

Maya pouts. "'m not a gold digger" She pokes his arms and has to tilt her head back to look at him despite wearing heels "I have student loans and need to pay them off y'know"

The man starts to laugh and he drapes an arm around her shoulders, pulling her in closer. Maya stumbles forward and he catches her against his chest. "I like honest girls..." He murmurs sweetly, sounding like he was crooning

Maya finds herself attracted to the club owner. Not just because of his money but he was definitely very charismatic. Her hands somehow find their way up, hooking her fingers into the belt loops of his pants and he smiles, seemingly satisfied by her action. His free hand comes up and cups her cheek, brushing his thumb against her cheekbone in a gentle affectionate manner. The same way she wanted Chifuyu to touch her. Maya's expression turns sour at the thought of her unrequited love and she turns away from the club owner. "Hey, what's wrong sweetheart?" he asks, holding her cheek again to make her face him "thought we were having a moment"

"Need a drink..." Maya says with a frown as the man keeps his arm tightly around her shoulder

He presses her into his side and chuckles. "yeesh, I know that look" he says and asks the bartender to make her a drink, on the house apparently

Maya looks up at the man and sees he's already looking at her. "So what's your name pretty lady?" He asks

"Maya" She answers, not smiling anymore

She needed more alcohol before she could smile again. The man, however, grins. He's charming and clearly doesn't mind Maya's mood swings. "Haitani Ran, owner of this as you already know"

Maya had a feeling she had heard this guy's name somewhere. She couldn't put her finger on it. But the bartender puts her drink in front of her so she doesn't think about it anymore and basically chugs it. Ran then decides to order shots and Maya might as well be blackout drunk at this point. But at least she wasn't thinking about Chifuyu anymore. "so cute, hm" Ran says pressing her into his side

His skin was warm and despite how sweaty the club was now, Maya couldn't help but like it. Ran smelled really good too. Like that expensive cologne she smelled at Sephora the other day when she went shopping with Chifuyu. Jo Malone if she remembered correctly. "You've got this lovesick look in your eyes" Ran says as he holds her cheek in one hand, making her tilt her head back so she is looking right at him

(Eye contact was important for Haitani Ran. It was the way into a woman's heart after all.)

"I do?" she mumbles drunkenly, practically leaning into Ran at this point who didn't mind, holding her up against his side

"Yeah, someone break your heart?" Ran's tone is condescending but also holds a sense of curiosity in it

Maya groans. "Not yet" she pouts, her words starting to slur together "he doesn't like me back... Haven't confessed to him 'cause I know he doesn't like me... Says 'm too young for 'im"

She feels dumb dumping all her feelings to a stranger but she's far too intoxicated to care. There was no harm done anyway. "poor little girl" Haitani Ran coos, his tone almost mocking as he runs a hand through her hair "I guess he's missing out on the fun of younger girls, hm..."

He sounds dangerous. Scary. Had Maya been sober she would have run far away from Haitani Ran the moment he came up to her. But with the mixture of the alcohol and her lovelorn state, it was hard to really get a grasp on reality and the dangers of this situation. "younger girls are adorable and real needy" Ran murmured, looking down at her "You sure are needy"

Maya wanted to retort, say something back but she finds herself getting a bit lost in her own head trying to come up with a response to him. She just stares up at him until she's suddenly ripped out of Ran's arms. "Hands off Haitani" A familiar voice warns as her back is now pressed against someone's chest

Maya looks down at her waist where a strong arm is tightly wrapped around her and she faintly recognizes Mitsuya's rings and watch. "Oh, this one of yours Mitsuya?" Ran says with a chuckle "C'mon don't be greedy. Was just havin' some fun"

She feels Mitsuya hold her tighter and Maya's knees feel weak so she leans back against him. "We all know what your version of fun is. Take videos and use them till they're dead. Leave her alone" Mitsuya says angrily

Maya can't see Mitsuya's face but she can assume he's probably pissed as hell. "What's going on?" she slurs, turning her head back to look at Mitsuya

Mistuya and Ran are having a staring contest— Mitsuya looking pissed off and Ran just smiling like nothing is wrong. Maya on the other hand is too drunk to really care. Mitsuya is pissed off and Maya is admiring how hot he looks angry like an absolute idiot. Were all of Chifuyu's friends this hot? She sighs dreamily, admiring the way Mitsuya's neck tensed when he got angry. God-fuckin-damn. "stay away from her Haitani" Mitsuya hisses

Ran only laughs. "You're not a part of Toman anymore Mitsuya, I have no need to listen to you" He walks closer to them and leans down so he's on eye level with Maya "We've only kept our hands off Shiba and Tachibana out of respect for Mikey and Kisaki and for the sake of old times... Else—"

"Shut up" Mitsuya says before Ran can say anything else and looks down at Maya, hoping she is too drunk to remember any of this

Chifuyu had explicitly told all of them he didn't want Maya to they used to be a part of Tokyo Manji Gang and Mitsuya wanted to respect his wishes. "Not her" Mitsuya says and it's not up for discussion

Mitsuya drags her back to the booth and makes her sit down. He's standing over her, holding her face in his hands checking for injuries or something. Maya doesn't know. Mitsuya's cold hands just feel really good to her heated skin right now. "You sure have a thing for attracting dangerous people, hm?" Mitsuya says with a laugh, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear

Maya just stares up at Mitsuya, openly admiring him now and he laughs. "fuck you're cute" He coos and ruffles her hair like she's a little kid

Maya doesn't really remember what happens after that. She was up with a pounding headache in Chifuyu's room, lying in between Yuzuha and Hinata who were snoring away. They were both still in their outfits from last night as well as Maya. But she had a familiar zip-up hoodie over her two-piece outfit. Chifuyu's grey hoodie sits on her shoulders and Maya's heart flutters. Had she not been feeling like absolute shit, she would have been squealing and kicking her legs like a middle school girl. But Yuzuha and Hinata were still sleeping so she kept herself quiet. She carefully gets off the bed, trying her best not to wake the other girls and picks her purse off Chifuyu's bedside table and heads to the bathroom connected to the room. She closes the door and turns on the light and gasp seeing her face. Her mascara was running down her cheeks like she'd cried and her lipstick was smudged. Maya shudders at the thought of all of Chifuyu's hot friends(and Chifuyu himself) having seen her like this and pulls out makeup wipes from her purse. It was a good thing she kept makeup wipes, moisturizer and things like that in her purse. Thank god for Sephora and other brands selling mini versions of their products. Once Maya gets her face clean and fixes her hair she leaves the bathroom and picks her phone up from the bedside table, leaving her purse there instead. As expected, her phone was dead. She puts it on charge and sighs. Yuzuha and Hinata were still dead asleep. The digital clock in Chifuyu's room shows it was 10:45 am. Maya zips up the hoodie about half way and heads out of the room silently so she didn't wake the other girls up. As she heads for the kitchen, she hears voices.

"Haitani is a fucking bitch" That was Draken

"Did he try anything?" Now Chifuyu

"She was too drunk to tell me anything but I don't think so" Next Mitsuya

Huh? What were they talking about?

"All that matters is that she's alright" Now that was a new voice

Maya pulls down the end of her mini-skirt and walks over to the kitchen. Immediately their conversation stops. The boys all look at each other nervously and before Maya could say anything, Mitsuya speaks up first. "Good morning Maya, I made soup. You probably feel like shit"

Maya just nods and looks at the newcomer who was wearing a suit and looks slightly awkward right now. "Oh yeah uh... this is Tachibana Naoto, Hina-chan's younger brother" Chifuyu says "and Naoto this is Kaneko Maya"

They both greet each other and Maya takes a seat at the dining table next to Kazutora who looks like he doesn't want to be up right now, his duel coloured hair sticking up in multiple directions. As Maya looked over at the couch she could see Hakkai knocked out, snoring away, sleeping in a somewhat uncomfortable-looking position. As Maya slowly sips the soup Chifuyu starts talking about what Naoto does. "He's a detective. Handling the Tokyo Manji Gang case right now" Chifuyu says with a grin

Maya nods. "Oh that's cool. I'm a psychiatrist"

Naoto seems genuinely interested. "Really? Where do you work?"

"Sunshine Grove. It's like outside the city—"

"Sunshine Grove?" Naoto's voice completely changes "You work at Sunshine Grove?"

Maya nods slowly. "Yeah..."

Naoto looks worried and that makes the rest of the boys worried as well. "Why what's wrong?" Draken asks the detective

Naoto shakes his head. "Uh... Insider info. I found out Toman's number 3 is possibly admitted in there for cocaine addiction"

Maya raises a brow. Now that was news. She had no idea someone like that was admitted to Sunshine Grove. "Wait seriously?" Kazutora is wide awake now and the rest of them have dark expressions on their faces

"Apparently," Naoto says "It's not confirmed but, it's what my sources say"

They all look toward Maya as she's drinking her soup. Her eyes widen realizing they were expecting an answer from her. "O-Oh... I wouldn't know. I don't work with the patients who are there for addiction. That's second floor, I work fourth floor with the criminals"

Mitsuya starts to laugh while Chifuyu groans. "C'mon I thought I told you to tell them to switch you to another floor" He complains

Maya only pouts. "4th floor makes more money"

Mitsuya laughs even harder at that. "see I told you. She just attracts bad people"

"Do not!"

Later when Hinata and Yuzuha wake up, Naoto insists on exchanging numbers with Maya. "I know there is this whole doctor-patient confidentiality thing and I won't push it... But um... If there is ever anything wrong, please tell me" The detective says with a small smile, his suit jacket now worn by his older sister

Maya nods and they exchange numbers. Hakkai and Yuzuha leave not long after and then followed by Mistuya and Draken. "I saw that~" Kazutora teases

Maya pulls the hood of Chifuyu's hoodie over her head and collapses on the couch. "Saw what?" she asks, bringing her bare feet up on the couch, sitting in a kind of fetal position

"Naoto's got the hots for you~" He says in a singsong voice

Maya narrows her eyes. "Nah uh!"

"100 percent. I saw it too" Chifuyu says teasingly from the kitchen where he is washing the dishes "he was blushing so damn hard. So fuckin' cute"

"Shut up" she grumbles

Maya had in fact not noticed any of what Kazutora and Chifuyu were talking about. She had been too preoccupied looking at Chifuyu to really look at Naoto. Now she just feels bad. Naoto was about 4 years older than her, of course, Chifuyu was encouraging this. Chifuyu had never been a huge fan of age gap relationships especially if it's more than 3-4 years. Maya, as a psychiatrist, does not blame him. But oh how she wished she was born earlier so Chifuyu would at least look at her as something other than a child that hangs around him. She figures it was alright. Even if she were the same age as Chifuyu, she wouldn't have confessed anyway.

Why?

He just doesn't like her that way.

Monday comes along pretty fast as usual. Maya clocks in and greets the other doctors leaving from the day shift. She does her usual, give all the 4th-floor patients their food, collect their trays, bring the cart back down to the 1st floor then come back up and give either Mr. Ueda company or talk to Mr. Kurokawa if he is awake. "You know, you're rarely asleep," Maya says taking a seat on the chair in his room "When do you sleep?"

"I'm in here all day, I sleep when I want," Izana says simply with a shrug "You on the other hand doctor, I still don't understand why someone as young as you would take the night shift. You still have a lot of living to do"

His words sounded oddly ominous. But Maya just shrugs that feeling off with the thought of it just being her nerves and not yet used to the night shift among criminals. "I do my living on the weekends, Mr. Kurokawa," Maya tells him "went out clubbing this weekend and got blackout drunk... Wait you don't have a problem with alcohol do you?"

Maya realizes she had a slip of the tongue. She wasn't supposed to be talking about alcohol or things like that with patients. "Calm down doctor, I think we're past the point of a normal doctor and patient relationship. I basically know everything about you. And no, I don't have an alcohol problem. I'm not here for that" Izana says with a lazy grin "How about you continue your story"

Maya shifts a bit in her seat. She looks at the small notebook in her hand and flips through the pages to where she had written down possible offences and the possible things wrong with Izana. She crosses off alcoholism. So far the ones circled were abandonment issues, mommy issues, narcissism and sociopathy. She was starting from scratch with him so she had to make some assumptions. "Um... Well... Went clubbing with that guy I told you about on Friday. He's..." She pauses trying to find the right words "Older... like about 5 years"

"You like older men, doctor?" Izana is teasing her and it works, her cheeks flush

Maya clears her throat. "Anyways..." she grumbles "I met his friends for the first time... They were nice. We went to a club, and got blackout drunk. Everyone ended up crashing at his place and in the morning one of the girl's younger brother came to get her... He was a police officer and now my crush is trying to set me up with him"

Izana laughs. "Police officer? A psychiatrist and a police officer. That sounds chaotic"

Maya just shrugs. "Forget that, he's trying to set me up with someone else and it's just... ugh" she groans

Izana laughs even more. He seems to be enjoying her misery. "Don't laugh at me" she whines "You're probably single too"

Izana gives her a mocking smile. "I don't have a lack of ladies, doctor"

Maya doesn't doubt him one bit. Izana was handsome. She can imagine him being the center of attention wherever he goes despite his condescending behaviour. Some girls were into that after all(Maybe Maya too). They end up dropping the topic and soon another starts and then another. Izana tended to avoid talking about his past, particularly his childhood. Maya would try her absolute best not to push it. However, after spending hours of the night just talking, the topics would shift into typical first-date or ice-breaker questions. "So if money wasn't a problem where would you live?" She asks

"Money isn't a problem, doctor. I'm rich" Izana tells her "I can live where I want. What about you?"

Maya thinks for a moment. "The beach"

"The beach?" He repeats "Really?"

Maya shrugs. "Yeah, why not? Warm weather all the time, nice view. It'd be nice"

Izana hums, seemingly agreeing with her. "I can agree with that. I have a beach house. Bought one recently because my younger brother likes the sea"

Oh? He has a brother? "that's sweet... how much younger is he than you?" Maya can't help but start jotting things down in her notebook again

Izana watches in amusement. "3 years. An annoying little shit sometimes but he does what I say because I'm all he has left"

Now that was ominous. "hm... What do you mean?" Maya asks slowly, furrowing her brows

Izana doesn't say anything after that. At the end of the night before Maya leaves, Izana speaks up. "You know when I get out of here, you can come visit my beach house" He suggests with his usual lazy grin

Maya laughs a bit. "I don't think that's very appropriate Mr. Kurokawa"

She bids him goodbye and Izana sighs, staring at the metal door. "Well see about that, doctor"

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shoyoist · 2 years

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ﾟ+* ꔫ — 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 : sano manjiro.

content: gn!reader. manila timeskip mikey. dom reader. hurt/comfort + unprotected sex, handjobs, dacryphilia if you squint. it's really slow and soft. implied toxic relationship. mikey pushes you away and you push back.

— . ｡˚ ♡ "manjiro," you say. "i love you." (he says nothing in return).

"manjiro," you say it as you lace your fingers in his, pull him closer even as he turns away and takes a step further from you. "i love you. i promise. i really love you."

he doesn't say anything, opting to just remain silent, and you know it's because he still doesn't believe you.

he doesn't believe you, and you shouldn't be fine with it — but you are. you're fine with it, because even if he doesn't believe it, he knows its there. feels it in the way you squeeze his hand, and tug him back so you can look him in the eyes.

it's why he doesn't let go.

he's staring at the floor, black hair framing black eyes, looking like a manifestation of death in the darkness of your bedroom — and honestly, with all the blood you know is on his hands, it's a fitting look for him.

"i love you," you say again, and then he looks up, into your eyes, and tilts his head as he leans in. the tattoo spread across his neck is starkly contrasted agaisnt his pale, pale skin, and you lift a hand to caress it as you answer his unspoken request and slot your lips against his.

his lips are icy, so cold and slightly chapped against yours — but when you close the distance between your bodies, urge him to sit on the edge of your bed, he opens his mouth; and his breath is hot, tongue feeling like fire as it collides with your own, at the same time that his hands grip your waist, dragging you down on top of him.

falling back on your sheets, he exhales heavily, hands running over your sides as if he's not sure how to hold you. you bend down, kissing him on the lips once more before you move to his jaw, pressing your lips against soft skin, trailing down his neck and collarbones.

he shivers, silent as he revels in your doting.

assured that he wants this, you settle comfortably over him, sliding one hand under his black tank top and running your palm up his stomach and his chest — while the other slips under the waistband of his pants to find his cock, and when you wrap your fingers around his length, he twitches in response, and lets out a gasp — "fuck."

he's beautiful, you think. so beautiful.

and if it were your choice, you'd keep mikey with you forever, feed him all the sorts of love he's never tasted before, love him till he's been washed clean from everything wrong he's ever done — love him till he's whole again.

but he keeps trying to stop you. "don't say that," he breathes, as the hand you've been trailing over his chest comes to lay its palm across the side of his neck, thumb gently brushing at his jaw as you kiss him again. "don't say it."

turning his face away, he breaks the kiss, and stares off to the side — you see his dark eyes glisten, lining with tears that you know he wants to blink back, but is afraid they might spill out — and you tower over him, cradling his cheek in your palm as you sigh. "manjiro."

"dont." he hisses, and then the tears spill out, a thin, pearly line that strikes down his cheek and pools at the side of your fingers, where you're holding his face. he says dont, but you know he's begging you to say it again. so you do.

"manjiro," you say. "i love you."

he squeezes his eyes shut at the sound of the words off your tongue, and more tears fall when he does it — but then he tightens his grip around your waist, pushing himself up and grinding against you, despite the fact that you've already got his cock in your fist, lazily pumping it as you talk to him. "please."

he tugs at the shorts you've got on, elastic snapping against your skin — and you kick them off when he pulls them back for you, sitting up and unzipping his pants.

"let me make you feel good, mhm?" you coo, and he nods pliantly. you couldn't ever imagine him to have killed anyone — but the truth burns bright in his colourless eyes as he looks up at you, waiting, waiting.

you love him anyway. which is what you're trying to convince him of.

wiping his face, clearing his cheeks of tear streaks with your careful thumb, you pull his cock out with your other hand — it's flushed pink, pretty in your tender grip, beads of cum curling down his head, at the behest of your toying. he gasps when you flick his tip, spreading his cum across his cock, sticky and slick. "fuck, hurry up — please."

and you think, as he fucks up into your fist and you let him, that maybe he does believe you love him.

maybe he knows it, believes it and feels all that you pour for him — but keeps denying it in hopes of having you pour more, pour yourself out for him so he can drink up your adoration and devotion for him, fill himself up with it.

the way he lays beneath you and lets you please him, lets you bring him to his high before letting go and watching his cock twitch pleadingly — it's as if he wants you to push him, push him and make him fall apart, so you can see all his pieces and all that's remaining within a man that's thrown everyone that's cared for him in the past to heaven's gate—

because he cant bear to do it to you, too, so he just wants you to take all of him in, see him for who he really is, and still love him. to still stay. "shit," he moans breathily. "n-need to feel you, please."

it's why he keeps walking away, only to turn back and fall right into your arms — it's all half-hearted attempts to make you leave. he wants to cut you off and wait for you to force your way back, so he can keep holding onto you for good — but he doesnt have it in him, to properly push you away.

he wants to reject your love and have you give it to him anyway, but is too afraid that if he rejects it, he might not have it back.

"you wanna be inside me?" you ask, and he nods shakily, eyes fluttering as he watches the way you adjust your position, part your thighs further and grab his weeping cock so you can sink down on it.

it's easy to see, from the desperation that paints his expression as he bites his lip and watches, muscles tensing with anticipation as you fit his tip in you, and slowly, slowly take him in.

"is this good?" you ask, as you move your hips up and down, starting a slow bounce on his cock — and he just nods, but it's all you need to receive in return, because if he feels good, then that's fine.

leaning down, you move in to trail more kisses across his jaw and neck, meeting his lips every time you feel a moan building in his throat, fucking him slow and deep, the heavy rolls of your hips steadily increasing in pace as you feel him leak more and more precum into you.

his eyes turn glassy, along with the curl of his muscles, and you feel the rise and fall of his chest get quicker as you move faster — and finally, as he loses himself in the bliss of having you wrapped so tight around him, hot and wet and so good, he opens his mouth. "nngh, say it again, say it again."

"say what again, baby?" you ask, even though you know, and he knows you know — grabbing you by the back of your thighs, he pulls you down on him, sheathing his cock all the way in and letting out a gasp when you clench around him, the airy sound melding with your moan at how full it feels to sit on him.

his grip tightens, nails digging into your skin as he grits his teeth and swallows back a moan, and he looks up at you with strained eyes as you resume bouncing on his cock. "say it— fuck, 'm gonna, gonna cum."

straightening up, you reach back and palm at his balls, feeling in your hand how hot and full they are, ready and begging to be emptied — smiling softly, you grip his chin and hold your gazes locked together as you repeat, "say what, baby? tell me."

you would take everything he's got inside him, kiss every piece of him that he rips up and gives you, tell him you love him a thousand times over — if it meant he would finally give in, and bask in how much you felt for him. he whines, the sound sharp and almost indignant. "say that you love me, fuck. please, please."

"'n if i do, then what?" you hum, shoving down the urge to give in to your own pleasure, the coil in your core that's slowly tightening with how you keep moving. his stomach flexes, breath going shaky, and you know he's trying to keep his orgasm back till you say it, but you want to know it first. — "will you believe me, manjiro? if i say it, will you say it back, and stay with me?"

he shakes his head, and you're not sure if he's saying no or if he's trying to clear his head from the haze that you're engulfing him in, squeezing him so tight and thrusting just right so he's seeing stars — you grip his shoulders, lean down so your lips hover over his, and it lets you sink onto his cock so much deeper than before this way, as you tell him again, firmer. "tell me, manjiro. and i'll tell you."

"t-tell me," he gasps, eyes rolling back into his head, beautiful as he lifts himself up a little to pull you into the kiss you're dangling over him. "tell me you love me."

answer enough, you decide — and open your mouth with your lips still pressed to his. "manjiro," you exhale, snapping your hips up and down around his cock. "i love you, manjiro. so much."

"mm," he moans, body curving up into you as he finally lets go — cumming into you, hot, thick ropes painting your insides as he heaves for air, wraps his arms around you and pulls you off balance into him and kisses you, fucks into you till his dick stops spurting, till it hurts and he's tearing up again, but this time because it feels so good, too good, and he still doesnt feel like it's enough.

"hah—" you cry out, as the impact of his sloppy thrusts throws you into your own high. he keeps fucking you, eyes wet and glittering at the lash line as he groans, cock aching and balls light, holding onto you so you cant roll away. "mmh, manji-ro! love you, so much, fuck!"

he doesn't say it back.

he says nothing in return, but his arms tighten around you further, and his kisses get needier, even when he finally lets you get off him — and he falls back onto the bed, body slack and drained, delirious with the overflow of bliss.

"stay, mikey," you murmur, taking his hand and squeezing. "please. i love you." he twists his body, bringing you in for a hug, as his cum leaks out of you and makes a mess between your bodies — his lips aren't cold anymore. in fact, all of him feels hot, hot and feverish with pleasure and tire.

he says nothing, still. but he holds you, holds you tight, and your eyes feel heavier and heavier as you wait for him to answer — you should be getting up and cleaning yourself up, and so should he, but you're too tired, all of a sudden.

he's wide awake, breathing deep into your hair, in the dark, on your bed with you in his arms like a gun held to his chest — wondering whether he should shoot himself or not; wondering if it's got any bullets in it at all.

will you kill him, or will he pull the trigger and find himself pierced with nothing (nothing but love)?

"i love you," you say, even as you fall asleep — and he lays there, wide awake, eyes open as he stares at your wall, feeling you cuddle into him for warmth, wondering, wondering whether you really love him or not.

wondering whether he deserves it, if you do.

"told you not to say it," he mutters, placing a gentle hand on the back of your head, even as you pull him close and he feels your heart beating against his shoulder. "don't say you love me."

because people who love him have only ever died. sometimes, not because of him. and other times, at his own hands.

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baby-tini · 2 months

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M4S

It was quiet… too quiet. The leaky pipe making puddles on the floor. The cold, damp air causes goosebumps to perk up on your arms and the hairs to stand up. Trying to move slightly, you hiss at the sharp cuffs as they bite at your raw wrists, the chair groans as you wriggle around in discomfort. Your thighs numb from not moving around, cracking your neck, you whine at the release of tension. The tight ropes giving you some relief when you inhale but cause you to choke up from the smell of bleach. Your ass is sore from the hard, wooden chair as you attempt to wiggle again, get some of the blood flow back into your legs, stretching them feels to hard as the lack of flow makes them feel heavier.

There's a bang upstairs… like a gun shot, then a harsh, bloody cry. One of pain and agony, it feels close but.. far? You're tired, hungry.. dazed maybe? Were you drugged? No, maybe it's just the lack of oxygen from the stuffy room, cold enough to be a basement.. but not quiet enough to be soundproof. Screaming might work, then again, alerting your.. kidnappers, won't benefit you, not even a little, but it's all you got. Although before you can even inhale the air there's a door that slams open not too far away from where you're tied up. It sounds broken from the sickening crack you hear reverberate off the walls. The stampede of steps sound angry, aggressive, the harsh groan of the steps and ear-splitting squeak of shoes tells you that much.

There's loud yelling in Japanese, then a sharp slap to your face, your head flies left so hard your neck cramps up, causing a dull pain to shoot through you. The whimper in pain is laughed off by the men… men? Maybe two, possibly three but you can't tell for sure. It hurts though, everything hurts, and everything hurts even more when a rough hand grabs a fist-full of your hair and yanks back at the root, causing a scream to rip from your throat, only for a bigger, colder hand to clamp around your throat and squeeze tight. A hand, soft and warm wipes away the sweat from your brow, sliding from your cheek to the fat of your lips and running a thumb? over it, tapping the bottom twice, your jaw dropping for entry, the loose feeling of your jaw is nice, until you feel a cold, hard piece slip between them… a gun. The tip of your tongue meets the trigger and you freeze up, attempting to pull away, only for the hand gripping your hair to pull you forward, making you gag on it. There's bile attacking the back of your throat, trying to force it back with a swallow only makes the gun slide deeper, the metal cutting the corners of your lips as your blindfold is pulled off.

"There's no use in pulling back, angel." A man, more on the shorter side, no taller than 5'5, with black hair speaks to you. His voice sound's deep and alluring, you'd go as far as to say sexy if it weren't for the circumstances. He looks similar to his counterpart, the one with white hair, just, not the blonde. The blonde looks the same.. but different? He looked meaner, more provokable, the one with his hand around your throat. The blondes hand tightened when you continued to force yourself away from the gun in the hand of the man with white hair.

There's little strength used to push you back onto the gun, your throat spasming around the intrusive piece of metal. The gag that comes from your throat is loud but muffled at the same time. The hand used to push you further onto the Dessert Eagle -that also has his hand in your hair- is connected to that of a black-haired man, the cut and color really fitting his skin tone and face. He's attractive.. they all are, but, you're still tied up in their basement, the ropes still tight around your abdomen. The prickly fibers on the rope, passing through your thin clothes and leaving an itchy and raw feeling on your skin. The ropes rubbing against the inevitable cuts on your stomach and chest.

The black-haired man leans down, as he pulls your head further back, the quirk of his lips obvious but not genuine. His eyes are the worst, big, black, soulless pits. There's something.. dark, maybe sinister even. Eyes that belong to a killer, not a human being. The eyes of tragedy and sin, not of praise and prayer. He's.. too close, his big black, bottomless eyes, they're scary. Like they can see through you, like theres nothing in them. You can't see a pupil, does he have pupils? He must, but then again, he's not the most… normal looking man you've ever met.

You're lost in a daze, the mans dark eyes like a never-ending abyss, that, you don't realize the calling of your name by the three men, that is, until you feel the hand wrapped around your throat -by the long-haired blonde- slap your cheek. Not as hard as you would've guessed but hard enough to snap you out of your daze. The cloudiness of your eyes leaving and the limp state goes away. The redirect of your mind leads you to look at the man with white hair. He has the same dead, black eyes but.. he looks more tired, more exhausted. He looks like skin and bones, the clothes he's wearing hanging off him noticeably.

The man with white hair speaks up, "When one of us asks a question, you answer, not a moment before and certainly not a moment after. Do you understand.. I said, Do. You. Understand?" You give a nod after a moment of hesitance, the pupil of your eyes dilate at the gun. Your whole body is trembling, "are you gonna kill me..?" It comes out as a muffled whimper, around the gun, less of what you planned but suitable nonetheless, given the situation. You wish they didn't hold so much power but.. these men looked dangerous, it would be best to play as submissive as possible.. be their little angel, so to speak.

The white-haired man stares at you for a second, "I won't kill you if… you give me what I want, deal?" There's an automatic nod to your head. The glow in your eyes speaks for you, as you try to lean forward ready to give them everything… only to freeze at the sadistic grin he -the white-haired man- gives you. The man, slides the gun out of your mouth and uses it to lift your chin, "You eager.. huh, pretty doll?" The fat of your cheeks flush at his words but you don't pull away, not like you were ables to anyway. He -the white-haired man- leans down in-front of your face, "You don't know what I want.. do you babydoll.. huh?" There's an automatic shake of your head, the back down, courtesy of the fear you're feeling. Then comes the tears, the salty water pouring down your cheeks as your throat starts to close up and you start to panic.

There's a quick swap of position, the blonde now stands behind you, with a loose hand around your throat. The black-haired man still has a fist in your hair, but his other hand starts wiping away the tears from your cheeks and rubbing his thumb under your brow to coarse you into a false sense of vulnerability. The white-haired man stays put, the gun still pointed in your face and those dark eyes still glued on you as his hands stay eerily steady.He doesn't seem bothered and you'd bet millions that he's not, this seems to be an everyday occurence for him.

"W- what did you want..?" your voice leaves in a stutter, the sound of a pained whimper, is apparent to the men, that you're terrified. Then again, they could tell by your eyes, the eyes of a scared fawn, just what they like. The blonde speaks up, "We want our money back… the same money you and your little boyfriend owe us." There's a confused gargle at the back of your throat as you look up at him. The black-haired man starts chuckling, "C'mon now, princess. I really hope you don't pull the confusion bullshit like everyone else.." You shake your head at them, "I truly don't know what you're talking about, I didn't steal money."

The blondes hand tightened around your throat, the red imprints already stinging, "lying will only make us angry, maybe you should try telling us the truth. You'll get out of here a lot quicker if you do." You shake your head, only for it to be yanked back by the hand in your hair. The hand in your hair starts moving your head in a 'yes' motion and he laughs in your face, leaning closer. "You'll tell us what we want to know, angel?" The man guides your head again, moving it against your will, causing more tears to slip down your cheeks as your cries come out in pained whines because of the hand necklace you were so kindly given, against your will, of course.

The blonde speaks up, "we know you know what money we're talk- what's this, huh?" He pulls out a dime bag of coke from your bra. The reaction is immediate, to start thrashing in the chair again. Causing the black-haired man to lose his grip on your hair and get pushed away. The slap to your thighs are an immediate aftermath, the stinging causes your thighs to twitch open involuntarily. The gunman steps between them, he's close, too close, his breath smells of red bean paste, dorayaki.. maybe? The man slips the gun down from your jugular to your collarbone, leaving a angry red line.

"Please, that's not mine, I'm just… holding it for a friend. I- It- please, sir listen." There's a look between the men then a laugh. The black- haired man speaks up, getting close to your ear. "Sir, huh? That a lil'.. kink of yours sweetheart?" There's an immediate look of embarrassment, the dark blush climbing up your neck. The blonde leans down on your right, "oh, she likes that… you like this don't you? You like being tied up and having a gun pointed at your head, huh? You're a sick little bitch, you know that?" His hand glides down your clavicle to your stomach, then trailing down to your thighs then gliding his hand back up. He blonde takes out a knife and cuts the restraints on your wrists and ankles, then sheathes it back into his pocket.

"Please… it wasn't on me, it was Akamai, I swear, I didn't know, those fucking drugs aren't mine." There's a whine to the plead in your voice, just noticeable for the three… men, in front of you. "But, that's not entirely true… is it, pretty girl? You knew what your little… what? Boyfriend? Was doing, you came with him, is he.. your little..?"He gestures to your clothes. His two brothers behind him also give you curious eyes. Giving you a full once over, staring at your breasts, a little longer then necessary.

There's a look of disgust on your face, "are you calling me a whore??" There's a harsh lash in your tone. There's a chuckle from all three men. "No princess, well.. maybe, I mean look at you, you're dressed like a little slut. I wouldn't be surprised to find that he'd pimp you out?" It's quick- but not quick enough, your attempt to wrangle the throat of the man in front of you is quickly shut down by his twin? Brother? You're still not sure, but they're too similar to just be brothers. Then again, you doubt they'll tell you, if the gun pointed at your head right now tells you anything. BANG.

The bullet speeds past your face, cutting your cheek in the process. There's a slight sting but nothing serious. The bullet hits the drywall behind you, leaving a small hole. The sickly looking man leans down in-front of you and laughs in your face. His breath reeks of sugary treats.

You're yanked out of the chair by your hair, you trip and fall to your knees but the white-haired man continues to drag you to a door, it leads to a smaller room with a bed. The room is bland and cold, there's only a bed, with no sheets or covers.. no pillow and comforter either. The bed itself is small and looks to be covered in.. blood. The fluids on the bed are dried and old, browning in spots and dark red in others.

"Is this where you keep your sex slaves?" There's a chuckle from the blonde and black-haired man but a scoff from the man dragging you by your hair, "we don't keep "sex slaves".. we don't need to. Women pay to have sex with us, angel.. but there's a first for everything. Maybe you're the golden girl, hm?" The man lays you down on the bed and the black-haired man stands next to him. "Yeah, I like her, we'll keep her." The men make the agreement together, disregarding you completely.

"Who are you guys anyway?" There's a silence then a scoff from each men, "you seriously don't know who we are?" You hesitate for a moment, "I know who you guys are, kinda, The Sano brothers… that's it, I don't even.. know your names." They all step towards you simultaneously, the white-haired man speaks first.

"I'm Manjiro Sano, the one with black-hair is Jiro Sano and the blonde is Mikey Sano." The white-haired man clarifies. You look between the men. "So, are you guys- Manjiro and Jiro twins?" They nod. Then Mikey walks around his brothers and pushes you down on to the bed.

"We're willing to cut you a deal, sweetheart, sex in exchange for your freedom, we'll have your.. boyfriends head instead, sound good?" He states, rubbing his thumb across your cheek. You look at Mikey then his brothers, nodding your head as you kiss at Mikeys finger-tips. All three men grin and the other two get on the bed as well.

Jiro, pushes you down to climb on top of you. As he starts to kiss up your neck, Manjiro kisses you, pushing his tongue into your mouth as he runs his hand down your stomach, to your thighs and pulls them open. Mikey climbs in-between them, pulling at your pants. He throws them to the side, he takes his thumb and runs it over your clit, through your panties. He slips his index down you clothed slit. There's a wet patch under his fingers and he pats your cunt a couple times.

You whine into the mouth enclosing yours, running your left hand through Jiros hair. Tugging at the black strands, he groans into your neck, biting down a little harder. He pulls back to see the fresh teeth imprints, then he goes back down, he starts to mark other parts of your neck. Mikey licks you through your panties, nipping at the fabric and nuzzles his nose into your clit, causing you to try and jerk away. Mikey grabs you by the thighs and pulls you back down, towards his mouth.

He finally pulls your panties off and swipes the tip of his tongue over your clit, twirling his tongue around the bundle of nerves. Then sucking harshly on it. You pull yourself away from Manjiros mouth, to throw your head back and cry out in ecstasy. The cry is pretty to them, they want- they need more, they're hungry for it. Mikey pulls back from the cunt, there's a quick whine from you but it's cut short when Manjiro kisses you again. Mikey spits on your slit, then uses his index and middle to smear it on your pussy. Making sure to deliver slow, tight circles around your clit. He leans back down to assault your clit again, giving it wet kisses as he slips two fingers inside and scissoring them apart.

There's a hiss of pleasure that escapes through your lips but Manjiro is there to shush you. Jiro pulls back, "we have to make this quick, I have a meeting with Toman in thirty." He states, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down, as he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek. Mikey pulls back and also slips his pants and boxers off, as he does that, Manjiro places another kiss on your lips and pulls back. He doesn't undress, he just slips the undergarments below his cock. Then pushes into your mouth, your tongue wrapping around his tip without order.

Mikey leans back to spread your thighs a little wider, he takes his cock in his hand and rubs the tip along your slit, pressing the tip to your clit to circle the nerve before he slides in. The spit providing extra lubrication, as he slips in easily. You look over and make eye-contact with Jiro, the does of your eyes only feeding into your lust as grabs your left hand to wrap it around his cock. Smearing his pre-cum to help jerk him easier.

You're full, so fucking full. You've had sex before but it's never felt this good and you doubt it ever will again. You've never met a man that fills you quite like Mikey and you highly doubt his brothers would disappoint you as well. Judging from how your mouth has to stretch beyond capacity, and how your hand barely fits half-way around Jiros cock. The drugs were worth it, stealing the drugs from Akamai were more worth it then you first thought. You've always wanted to fuck the Sano brothers and if that means framing your money-hungry limp dick boyfriend then so be it.

Jiro moves closer to you and squeezes your hand tighter around his cock, he groans from the pressure and you move your hand faster, twisting your wrist and rubbing your thumb up and down the slit, it causes him to keen over you as he catches himself with his right hand above your head moving his left down to rub at your clit. The added pleasure causes you to squeal around his brothers cock. Your throat spasming around Manjros cock as you attempt to bob your head quicker on his dick. Mikey pulls you closer and pulls both your thighs onto his left shoulder as he fucks you harder, his right hand pressing down on your stomach, as his dick leaves a physical imprint inside you. He gives your left ankle a kiss as he leans his head on your calves, watching as you take his brother down your throat.

Manjiro wraps your hair around his fist as he starts to throat-fuck you. He uses his left hand to wipe away your tears as he rubs his thumb under your right eye. "You're doing so good for us, sweetheart?" You try to nod for him as best you can. He chuckles as you choke from your nodding and gives your right cheek a couple pats before he leans his head back and lowly groans. The sound reverberates around the small, bare room and so does the sound of the bed creaking, occasionally hitting the wall, every now and again.

The body bounces in rapid jerks from the thrusts as all three men fuck you pliant. The gags of your throat sending vibrations through Manjiros cock and he whines. The man looks at you through lidded black eyes. "Tell me now before I finish down your tight throat." There's a rapid nod from your end, you need to feel it slip down your throat, you need to taste him. He nods, letting his head fall back as he cums down your throat. His twin is next, Jiro cumming all over your chest, some getting on your stomach. He breathes heavily as he lazily grins at you, still rubbing tight circles around your clit.

You cum, harder then ever before, harder then you thought possible. Mikey tries to pull out but you shake your head and whine at him, he chuckles at that and pushes all the way to the brim, his balls taut against your ass as he cums inside. He's warm and fills you full, your stomach having a little bump from it, that he so gleefully pushes down on when he pulls out of you, causing the cum the slide out of you. Only for him to use his fingers to slide it back into, with a kiss to the cheek gets up. All three of the men stand up and redress themselves, giving you a smirk as they do so.

Manjiro walks back over to you and pecks your lips and with a peck to the cheeks from Jiro and Mikey, they grant you with the words you've longed to hear, since you saw them that day.

"We're gonna keep you princess.. I hope you don't mind."

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white-poppie · 7 months

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C꩜de Red! (hcs.ft Yan!Manila Mikey)

SYNOPSIS: Headcanons of Yandere Manila Mikey taking care of you while you are on your period REQUEST: "Hii! Could I get a yandere manila Mikey x darling who is on her period? GENRE: HEADCANONS, YANDERE! fluff WARNINGS: Reader has a Uterus, ooc mikey, mentions of blood (obv), overprotectiveness, Mikey being too clingy, a littol toxic behaviour, jealousy ୨୧ CHARACTERS: Yandere!Mikey x Gn!reader-(uterus haver)

Yandere Mikey?? Boy be prepared for random bursts of emotions, possessiveness, mood swings and irritative behaviour...you might actually think he is the one who is on his period lmao.

Yan!Manila Mikey is a very possessive and protective person, and expect him to become even more overbearing and clingy.

Doesn't like you going out in general cause it makes him anxious, you are so innocent and the world is so scary, he's just so worried about your safety. But he cannot control your life so he's made peace with it (correction: tries to make peace with it.)

But while you are having the big red? Oh boy..you are not going anywhere. You'll stay in bed, Mikey would get you soup, cuddles, watch Pride and Prejudice for the nth time yada yada, he'll do anything.

He'll bring you your favourite snacks and drinks and cuddle you the entire time, he'll massage your back give you forehead kisses, and basically loves pampering you during this time!

But if you have to go out because of some stupid class or meeting at work? Expect him to show up during lunchtime with a hot meal :) It's annoying but endearing. (please eating cold food during periods is so weird uhuhu)

Mikey would keep track of your menstrual cycle to know when to expect your period. This way, he can be prepared and have everything you need. Mikey is highly protective of you all the time, but he becomes even more so when you're on your period.

Mikey is also a little bit possessive when you're on your period. He doesn't want anyone else to see you in your vulnerable state.

Probably the only time he wouldn't get angry if you give him attitude. He knows that you may be more irritable or emotional than usual, and he's always prepared to handle it.

You can cry as much as you want to. He'll hug you close and whisper sweet nothings to you, he's not the best at words, but you appreciate it nonetheless.

Plus it's advantageous to this koala because he loves sleeping and you guys can thus stay longer in bed.

Would give you a lower back massage to help you relax, he's pretty good at it too!

Doesn't care if you soil the sheets accidentally, he'll wash them for you without any problem. I have a drabble for this here: Shark week!

Mikey's overprotectiveness can be a bit suffocating at times, but he truly believes that he's just trying to help you.

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Tonight, you've got the invincible Mikey tied up to your bed.

[NSFW]

And Mikey thinks it's a shame, if his men outside his penthouse knew about your pink fluffy handcuffs holding his large arms behind his back, but...

This man feared of all, this man who could shake empires only by the weight of his sharp eye, who has Tokyo's dirtiest mafias under hand on top of his twenties and...

And a pair of fucking pink handcuffs.

But again...

-" swear to fucking god, if you I'm not feeling you 'round my cock right fucking now... "

He knows his threatening glare finished the sentence for him, he could see your thighs slightly shaking, and soon you're done teasing him, it seems.

Because he hated how you turned him into a boiling, almost whining mess under your cloud-like light kisses.

Every part of his skin have had its fair share of love tonight, more than he ever deserved, he believes. He remembers how it all started, your hand in his, dragging him to bed from yet another exhausting meeting, your nightgown falling to the floor, your tiny hands pushing his torso on your bed.

-" Wanna show you some love tonight" you winked, and though you've never seen Manjiro Sano's face expressing anything else than... Nothing. Yet, as soon as your naked body found his lap, he was a goner.

Sliding those handcuffs around his wrists have been an easy job with the haze your body plunged him in, his stern eyes found yours immediately, ready to fight.

-" Shhh, I'm just tryna take care of you. Trust your baby girl, hm ?"

He could break them, and he could break you, by the less strong move of his arms, but your lips soon found his, and often between those honey dripping lips, Mikey loses himself.

Back to present, your hands are clutched on his shoulders now. His heavy cock stands tall between your two bodies, it is again, all about inches.

And your eyes found his, sometimes he wishes he was good with words, instead of nearly letting out a gasp as soon as he feels your entrance hugging his tip.

-" holy shit... " Manjiro throws his head back, leaving you his Adam apple to kiss, what you do. He drinks in the bliss of your walls slowly swallowing all his length, then he's looking at your flushed face, half-lidded eyes as the breath is being stolen from your pretty lips.

Something tugs at his chest. That empty, dusty chest.

-" You... Just, take it slower, 'kay? Don't want... Fuck, would never want you hurting "

Anyone outside that room can testify, there's no goodness in that man. But at moments like this, he thinks there is. And he thinks god's gift for it, is the half-blessed half-spent smile you give him.

-" It's okay, can take you. Your girl can take you, daddy"

Maybe is it your words, or the way you start slowly, eagerly bouncing on his length. One of the two anyway got his eyes rolling back in his head.

-" Oh yeah ? Is that so ?" He nearly chokes on his world, his raw voice's whispers got your walls clenching around him. Too good. " My girl's such a pretty slut, taking all of me like a fuck- fucking champ " his breathes are shallower, harder to take. The thin pressure of the handcuffs preventing him from moving, combined with the faster movements of you are overwhelming.

Mikey's head leans on your chest, halfway between cursing your name and worshipping the soft skin. You can feel his cock throbbing inside you, feel him getting closer and closer to his peak.

-" Don't you stop, pussy too good... Fucking don't... "

Well, you never intended to at first, but now he's giving you ideas.

Or maybe that was exactly your plan from the minute you've bought those pretty handcuffs. It doesn't matter anyway now, because...

It is indeed beautiful, watching the impassive mask of him shattering the minute he thinks he's so close to cum, and he sees you pulling out from him.

Your entrance dripping on his red, hungry cock, your pretty ass sitting far away from him on the bed, and your playful eyes on him.

It is indeed beautiful, the invincible Mikey, recording his first defeat. At this moment, you think you're really funny, witnessing the realization of what you had just done washing over his face.

But they say, easy come easy go.

And those handcuffs weren't meant to last long anyway, as with a single move of his hand, he breaks them in half.

The next seconds are a blur honestly, you don't even know how could someone humanly move this fast, have you on your back so easily as he is towering on top of you, hard cock pressed to your wet sensitive labia's.

-" Getting bold on me, hm ?"

Your eyes widen instantly, because... Well because, he is smiling ! No, smirking, rather. Something you've never saw, in months of sharing the bed of the Mafia leader.

Mikey's hair locks tickle your neck, whilst his lips get closer to yours. Your brain stopped processing, but your heart knew... Showered under his deep, unraveling, dark glare, your heart knew what kind of trouble you've just put yourself into.

-" hope you had fun playing around, m'pretty bitch "

Insults were somehow Manjiro's love language, but where those ones were usually coated in possession, this one was a bullet with your name on it.

-" cause I'm about to have this slutty pussy ruined on my cock. "

A deer caught in headlights, he thinks of you. His arms cage you as soon as you try moving, well at least you tried...

-" Oh baby, I've never wanted my men to hear your sweet moans... What a shame, now watch me make them hear my slut cry"

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