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(We'll talk later) Ran x Reader (GN Reader Angst)
A/n: My first oneshot in a minute, I hope the writing is still alright. The beginning is rather long, but it turned out okay. It's kinda-sorta like a diary, and I'm sorry if the ending seems kinda rushed, it's late. (And yes, this is the one I recently leaked)
Warnings: Mentions of abuse (from a former partner), cursing, fighting, panic attacks, alcohol
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It never took much to scare me into listening and obediently following every command given, at least when he came into the picture. I can't say I can blame all my problems on him; nobody can entirely attribute their issues to others, no matter how fucked up they made you.
However, I can definitely blame my skittish nature on him.
Ran helped numb the pain, even if just for a little while; he didn't completely fix all the issues at hand, hell, nobody could, but he managed somehow to make many problems slightly better. He tamped down all those distasteful thoughts:
"You did this!"
"Why didn't you leave?!"
"You deserved it!"
Those were the most... tame of words my brain hurled at me. Every nasty comment someone made became muffled around him. I wasn't freed of it, we both knew I never could be; people made too many nasty comments for all those thoughts to disappear, or to erase the years of pain crawling around in my skull. It was a constant, but Ran made it somewhat tolerable.
When he was in a good mood.
Of course, he wasn't perfect; certain things he did made... unpleasant memories unfold once again. Every time he cracked open a bottle of alcohol and that rancid smell filled the air, I could feel my body tense up. I never told him, of course. Everyone told me I needed to learn how to deal with it, and though I knew that wasn't the best approach, I idiotically took their side. The real problem wasn't so much his drinking as it was his poor communication.
"Hey, Ran." I said as I stepped inside the home, "How was your day?"
"Fine." He replied stiffly as he sloughed on the couch; that should've been my first warning sign.
I paused for a moment, not entirely sure of what to say, "Are... Are you sure? Did something happen?"
"No." His teeth were gritted, "Just leave me alone."
"Ran, please, just let me help."
"I said 'leave me alone' damnit!" Ran slammed his fists into the coffee table, "What!? Are you too fucking deaf to hear? Leave me a-fucking lone!"
I... I didn't know what to do... or say, for that matter...
"See? It's your fault."
"He doesn't love you; he figured out his disgusting you are."
"So, so worthless."
I don't remember a lot of it, I think my brain was too low on oxygen to comprehend the situation. From what Ran told me afterward, I fell to the ground and stiffened into a tight ball, making sure to protect my head and neck. He told me he tried to console me, and I do kinda remember his soothing words to me as I braced for impact.
The first clear thing I really remember was being on the ground, my face sticky from tears and all my muscles weak and aching. It was nighttime, and I remember coming home in the afternoon; it was clear I had been there for a while. I saw Ran; he was in the corner verticle to me, clearly asleep.
I got up slowly, then walked over to Ran. I stared at him for a moment, trying to decide my emotions about what he did. He was in the wrong, I knew that, but something in my brain was telling me to forgive him. I knew I couldn't do that, at least at that moment. I found a piece of paper and hastily wrote a note to him before I went off to my bedroom. It was cold, I recognized that as I threw the note onto the ground in front of him. I wanted it to be cold; I knew it may make him feel some sort of shame. The note read:
"We'll talk later. Signed, (Name)"
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obitohno · 2 years
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pillow talk [SAMPLE] | hanma x reader
synopsis: after vowing to loathe hanma for as long as you live, you somehow end up tangled in his bedsheets
themes: fem! reader, nsfw, 18+, enemies to lovers, one night stand, the morning after, unrequited love
a/n: please not that this is a sample. i’m currently writing a new one shot for hanma, bc i’m a huge sucker for the enemies-to-lovers troupe n i feel like it was made for hanma. idk what the word count is bc i’ve been writing this on my phone, n i’m yet to transfer it to my laptop, but here is a sample of what i’ve written so far. i’m really excited to finish this, it’s just taking me longer bc my new job is draining me so much rn :/ n bc i also pls for this to (potentially) be longer than my other fics. hopefully i’ll be able to finish it over the weekend, but! pls tell me what you think, via comments or dms, bc i’d really like some feedback as to whether people would like to read more.
update: i’ve now completed this story. you can now read the finished version here.
likes, reblogs, follows and feedback are appreciated ~
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there are many emotions that you can associate with each time the fates decide to test your misfortunate knack of bumping into hanma shuji, but happiness isn’t one of them. and unfortunately for you, today is yet another of those days.
you’ve never been able to pinpoint the exact reason why the mere sight of his face is enough to irate you, nor are you able to explain why just an utterance of his name influences the instinctive reflex to roll your eyes before you’re able to stop it from happening. most of the time, you like to think of yourself as the better person, but there comes a time when one must simply accept that they are not above disliking someone enough to sneak into the office kitchen to swap the salt with the sugar just to see their arch nemesis grimace into their morning cup of coffee during the weekly team meeting. and there must also come a time when one will be humbled, embarrassed, or suffer at the hands of karma, no matter how much it may sacrifice the reputation of your own ego. or his, for that matter.
and today is that day.
you don’t notice anything unusual when you first wake, refusing to open your eyes when you regain enough wit about yourself to recognise the heat of this morning’s sun burning into your right cheek. your left is pressed into the pillow beneath your head, your limbs splayed in all directions under the bedsheets. you can feel a tendril of hair tickling your forehead with each upward breath that is puffed from between your lips, which, with one flick of your tongue, feel dry due to lack of hydration. it is with this discomfort that your eyes finally blink open with great effort, lids drooping with exhaustion. for a long, blissful moment, you’re not conscious enough to recognise that this, in fact, is not your bed. nor is it your bedroom, either.
that long, blissful moment continues as you move to stifle a yawn with the back of your hand, eyes blinking to regain some sort of coherency. only then, do you realise that your prone form is tangled in a mess of grey, silken bedsheets that do not belong to you. instantly, your spine stiffens, rigid with the brief flicker of anxiousness that has rendered you frozen. this pause stretches for far longer than what is probably deemed necessary, and before you take a proper look around you, you’re throwing the sheets back and stumbling from the ridiculously comfortable mattress, almost tripping over your own feet in your panic. there’s a bedside table that looks to be carved from an expensive oak—the sight of which makes your nose turn up—but nonetheless, it is what you reach out for when your ankle rolls painfully and you stifle a yelp by pushing your top row of teeth into the plush cushioning of your bottom lip. only, it seems that it’s unnecessary for you to catch your balance on the bedside table, but at that exact moment, the other occupant of the room reaches out and curls their fingers around your wrist in order to steady your balance.
this time, you do scream; a stressed noise that even makes you wince, and you yank your wrist free whilst simultaneously losing said balance and landing hard on the ground. the impact forces a shocked grunt from your mouth, but you’re not focused on that, because you’ve now realised that you’ve awoken—as naked as the day you were born—in the bed of someone you do not know.
except, the fates decide to prove you wrong, because the stranger breaks the silence, speaking in a low baritone that has served nothing but to aggravate you in every single possible way for the past decade.
‘what you doin’ down there?’
and then, a shock of dark hair—mixed with bleached strands of golden-yellow—appears within your line of sight as he peers over the edge of the mattress to eye your sprawled form on the floor. heavily lidded eyes dance across your naked skin, but you’re too busy gawking at him in horror to recognise the flicker of arousal that passes over his features. when your jaw finally has the mind to stop hanging open, it snaps shut and your brows lower, pulling together as you glower up at him, thrusting an accusatory index finger in his face.
‘you!’
and he, in typical hanma fashion, smirks. mockingly, he raises his own hand to point at his own bare chest, his other palm occupied by the weight of his head as he leans on it, appearing very comfortable with looking down at you. ‘me?’ he drawls, smirk widening when you finally recognise that you’re not wearing any clothes, and you rush to sit up, hands scrambling to grip the bedsheets and yank them from the bed in a desperate attempt to hide your nakedness from his greedy eyes. in doing so, though, you’d failed to think of the possibility that he’d be just as naked as you are, and your cheeks are lit aflame upon the sight of his cock, semi-hard against the crook of his thigh, nestled amongst a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair. he isn’t nearly as embarrassed as you are—in fact, he only seems to be amused at your current predicament—and he simply lazes across the bare mattress, the corners of his eyes stretching slightly as he grins wide enough to bare his teeth at you. the sight makes your stomach twist with something that isn’t quite like disgust, but you promptly ignore it in favour of glaring at his stupid, smug face instead.
‘y-you!’ you splutter again, recognising the burning feeling of anger quickly settling in the centre of your chest. your voice is shrill as you demand, ‘what the hell are you doing here!?’
he looks at you pointedly, a single, black eyebrow quirking up toward his hairline, ‘i live here?’
you have nothing to say to that, so instead, you redirect your anger toward the very obvious elephant in the room—how in the hells did you end up in his room? his bed? when you voice these questions aloud, you watch his eyebrows pinch together in what you can only describe as thinly veiled annoyance.
‘what? you don’t remember?’
he sounds angrier than you’d expected, but it only fuels your own irritation, an emotion that isn’t foreign to you, especially when it concerns him. ‘obviously not,’ you snap at him, eyes wandering over the expanse of his thighs, all the way down to his ankles. you follow the lines and curves of his muscles as he pushes himself upright, eyes narrowing down at you.
it’s no secret that the two of you don’t get along. you’d immediately taken to disliking him when you first met as teenagers, and it appeared that he’d felt the same. then, you’d graduated from university, and you had made the mistake of thinking that you had finally escaped from seeing his insufferable face every damned day, only to have the misfortune of accepting a secretarial role at one of the largest law firms in the country, and being introduced to the senior partner, hanma-fucking-shuji, on the very first day. and, much like in his teenage years, hanma had made sure to live up to his infuriating nickname—the reaper—and has continued to make your life a living hell ever since.
[SAMPLE: end] please let me know what you think!
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kryannoy · 2 years
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sweet date with chifuyu
genre: fluff
character: jealous!chifuyu x reader
summary: you and chifuyu went on a date at an arcade but he got jealous when someone else starts playing with you
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A sweet date with the sweetest boy in the world would never go wrong, would it? Chifuyu is such a cutie pie that he hates it if he hears that from you but can't help but to shy away and actually loving it being called that way by you.
A Saturday afternoon, he decided to take you out for a date after one day you told him you had been longing to try out this one rhythm game in the arcade; MaiMai. You never tried it because you never found it in the nearest arcade at the mall. You were at the verge of thinking it doesn't exist at where you live. But when he told you it does exist and he had come across one, you couldn't contain your excitement.
Now, what kind of boyfriend doesn't want to see their significant other being so happy and giddy about something they like? He finds your eyes sparkling from his words had him thinking how excited you would be when he takes you there. And boy, was it worth it. You were so giddy that you gasped when your eyes landed on the machine. You were doing cute, small jumps while waiting in line for your turn. You really couldn't contain your excitement that Chifuyu only had eyes on you the entire time.
The two guys who are currently playing are really good. One of them were playing in Master mode which is the hardest difficulty in the game and actually managed to get long combos. And the other one was playing Expert mode, just below Master. You were amazed by them. Every time you see the guy playing Master being really fast to tap the notes, you couldn't help but to express it to Chifuyu like "Wow!" or "He's so good."
To you, it seems normal that you wanted to these things. But to Chifuyu, no. He sees it as a challenge. Though, what can he do? He doesn't know how to play. He doesn't play rhythm games so he'll know he'll suck at it and would double the embarrassment if he plays. Instead, he just rolls his eyes and pouts but you didn't see him because your eyes are only on the guy playing Master mode.
After they've finished, they move away and you guys walk up to the machine. You did invite Chifuyu to play with you but he rejected the offer. So, he stood by you to watch. However, you have no idea where to start. Then, the same guy who you watched the entire time came up to you and asked.
"Are you playing for two or one person?"
You were taken aback because you weren't expecting him to approach you but you answered anyway. "Um, one person."
"Okay, then one person is for eight tokens. Two people for sixteen," he explains.
"I see."
"Do you know how to play?"
"No. This is my first time playing it."
"Alright. Then, is it okay if I play with you? I'll show you the basics." He asks politely. You were a bit surprised by that offer however you have been hoping to have someone teach you because you have no idea how to play. Chifuyu was no help since he doesn't usually play these type of games. You fail to notice the glare your boyfriend was giving to the guy.
"S-Sure," you accept, relieved that you were able to save yourself from the embarrassment of bashing the buttons and screen of not knowing how to play.
He sets up the tutorial for the game for you and once you were done, he was being very nice and let you choose the song first. He asked if you watch animes or such so he can help you find a song. You guys started off with Kaikai Kitan and you immediately picked a mode higher than easy as you sometimes like things to be a bit challenging when it comes to rhythm games. I mean, you are good at mobile rhythm games like Bandori, Enstars and Project Sekai. How different could it be?
"This is Advanced mode. You okay with that?" He asks. He wasn't mocking you, he just wanted to make sure you have the best experience when playing. You tell him that you're okay with it.
Chifuyu only watched the two of you the entire time while trying his best to stay calm because if he beats that guy's ass, you won't be able to play and fulfill you dream. He just hates it how close he was being to you. He keeps leaning in to you so he can hear your soft voice better because the arcade was loud. Sure, he didn't cross the line as to touch you or anything, but still!
The first track was fine, though you had difficulties but you had fun at least. The next track, he chooses the song. You still picked Advanced mode and the song was a little easier. Next, he lets you choose the song but you didn't know how to change the genre so you asked for his help which he gladly accepted. You chose Ussewa by Ado since you know the beat from playing countless times on Project Sekai so you were hoping it would be easier for you to get at least a decent combo. And it did. It was easier because you can already predict when the notes are coming.
And the last track was his turn to choose. He was in a dilemma of whether to choose 7th Sense or another song the kinda sounds like an orchestra to you. You weren't sure what song they are but you don't mind. He turned to his friend to ask for help but changed his mind and turned towards you instead.
"How about you choose? I don't know which song to play. Either this one or the other one."
Since you didn't know, you told him that you were unsure but he insisted. In the end, you chose the latter. Once again, you fail to notice the death glare Chifuyu was giving. It was like as if the random dude was not acknowledging Chifuyu's presence which makes his head boil. He really wants to fake cough but he couldn't. He doesn't want to ruin the mood. You were having way too much fun. But with some random dude.
This last song was a harder than the previous ones you played just now because first, you were getting tired and second, you don't know the song so you don't know the when the notes are coming. It had way too much notes that you have to press at the same time so you got confused about where the other pair you had to press.
At last, the song ended and immediately Chifuyu grabbed you by your wrist to leave. You were oblivious of your boyfriend's action because all you were thinking is you really wanted to play more. You were not satisfied. But because there were other people waiting in line, then maybe next time.
The atmosphere outside the arcade is much calmer and now you can focus on Chifuyu, which now you realized he was pouting.
"Chifuyu? Are you mad because I didn't offer you to play?"
'As if I want to play some guy!' he thought.
"No, it's not that," he answers instead.
"Then? Why do you look unhappy?"
He doesn't answer this time. He was giving you the silent treatment which you knew immediately what it was for. He only gives you silent treatment when it has something to do with other guys.
"Is it because I played with him?"
He rolls his eyes as a reply.
"Come on, Chifuyu~" you began to smile because teasing him when he's jealous is cute and quite entertaining. "You know he's just helping."
"Does helping you have to do with helping him choosing a song?" There he goes. The start of his reasoning to something so trivial.
"He was just friendly."
"Friendly, my ass. Did you see the way he smiled at you? I don't like it!" Chifuyu runs his hand through his hair which you can't help but to find that attractive.
"Oh, come on! You know I only have eyes for you, Chifuyu~"
"That is the biggest lie I ever heard. You were watching him the entire time while we were waiting!"
"Because—!" You really wanted to reason with him, which almost made you say "because he was really good" to which you knew you will not hear the end of it. Wrong words, but wise move to just let him win the argument.
Chifuyu smiles with pride when he sees you close your mouth in defeat. Now, his teal eyes are demanding you to apologize.
"I'm sorry. But I swear he was only helping! Anyway, will a kiss work?"
He just a short moment to think. "Needs more than just a kiss." He smirks.
Who knows? Maybe his 'more' could be cuddles, paying for dinner, hold hands the entire time to let everyone know you were a couple, or straight home and doing a little spicier activity.
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queenbees21 · 1 year
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𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢
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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡
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kenmjiro · 6 months
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── ◌ೄ◌ྀ ˊˎ Scenarios (TR BOYS)
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⋆⸜ 🎧✮₊˚ Characters; Manjiro Sano, Keisuke Baji, Takashi Mitsuya
ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ TWS: Perversion, naked, lingerie, smut, +18
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𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ Manjiro Sano
Your boyfriend's eyes couldn't be more open. Neither does his mouth.
“How does it look on me?”You adjusted the straps of your panties and slowly turned around completely. When you were on your back for a few seconds Mikey let out a little scream to himself, not being able to believe how good you looked at that moment.
You were left in front of him again, his gaze was anywhere but in your eyes.
“Let's see... I didn't see well, take another turn.” You smiled at his impudence and took a turn again in your place, so that he could see the whole thing better.
“And...?” you asked, looking at him face to face again. By now Mikey had his hand against his mouth, his eyes darting up and down, completely stunned.
“It's nice,” was the only thing he said, his voice sounding almost painful
𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ Keisuke Baji
“Do you want me to sit there and just watch you model lingerie for me?”He asked, crossing his arms. You nodded, watching his eyebrows rise.
“Yes.” you saw him make a face.
“No, no shit, for your own good it's better that you decide for yourself about them.” he turned around and left the room. Just like that.
“Well, you lose it,”you chanted as you went to the bathroom to change. If you knew your boyfriend well then he would be outside waiting for you even if he refused.
As you left you confirmed it, causing a laugh on your part.
Half of his body was inside the room, in the door frame he had rested his mouth against the back of his hand, more than likely biting himself. When he saw you come out of the bathroom in the burgundy velvet ensemble, his eyes swept your body from top to bottom.
“What are you saying?” You turned around in your place so that he could see the details of the back in full. Baji leaned his face more to one side, further into the room to observe in detail.
“Shit, why are you doing this to me?” the boy snorted and began to mutter quietly to himself.
𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ Takashi Mitsuya
“You're good at these things so be honest and don't say it's cute just because you like me, okay? ”Mitsuya looked at you and nodded, totally firm.- Great, wait for me outside here.
“Anyway, I could make you an outfit,” Mitsuya murmured into the air. “And I would be more than happy to take your measurements,Y/n”
You dressed inside the bathroom quickly and came out after a while. The black outfit fit your body perfectly, the panties had two straps that wrapped around your hips, to tell the truth it took you a little while to put them on.
“Mhm... come closer.” Mitsuya settled back in the chair, moving his hips slightly and called you with his hand.
When he was in front of him, he stood up again and stretched his hands to the height of your panties, adjusting the straps over the bone of your hips. At that moment he took advantage of touching the material with his fingers, outlined the edge a little and separated his hands from you.
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milky-mink · 2 years
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Nanny
Yandere Izana with a Nanny Darling
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Disclaimer: Middle-aged but DILF Izana
TW: Yandere, Manipulation, Drugging, Somnophilia, Non-Con, Dub-Con, Mind Break
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You anxiously looked over your wristwatch for the seventh time as you waited for the bus to stop at your place. “Come on, I don’t want to be late, '' you thought as you looked over again to the road. There was no vehicle in sight; you then grumbled under your breath. You’ve woken up early and got dressed and even set extra timers for this day. You really couldn’t afford to lose this job since it was the only one that offered excellent pay, and it had employment benefits such as vacation days, extra pay, and even dental plans, which is a far cry compare to your previous jobs, even those that had a decent salary but had a terrible working time and fewer employment benefits. But even then, you really can’t enjoy it because you have somehow gotten fired so suddenly by your employer.
Ever since you graduated from college, it's been hard to get a job or stay there for a long time. Hell, you’ve even tried to apply at a fast-food joint, but you still got rejected, saying that you were overqualified for the job and that it would be a hassle to pay you. That is why you are desperate to arrive on time for this job. Because of your bad luck with your employment, you had been struggling with your budget for months and if you bust this job, your landlord might as well kick you out due to your overdue payment in your apartment. 
And you feared that happening since you really didn’t have any family member to take you in, much less a close friend that would do it for you. If you couldn’t keep this job, you were surely going to be homeless next week. 
As you mulled over your terrible situation, you suddenly heard a bus coming your way, which snapped you out of your train of thought. “Oh, finally,” you thought as you waited for the bus to stop at your station. When the bus door opened, you quickly entered the vehicle and paid the toll on the machine near the bus driver. Seeing that you are the only one at the station, the bus driver quickly closed the door and drove off to the next bus stop. As you sit on the chair, you quickly pull up your phone and check again on the address that you were going to work at. The place is in Minato Ward in Tokyo, even though you are from Nerima, which is a little farther if you consider the distance of the wards. Despite that, a thirty-minute train ride would be a slight inconvenience to you compared to a lifetime of regret if you don’t take this job, which you desperately need right now. 
When the bus finally stopped at the train station, you swiftly exited the bus and entered the train station. You then pull out your phone, which had your IC card on its back, which thankfully still had some balance on it. You then quickly swipe it on the turnstile and run on the platform to wait for the train, to your luck is arriving shortly at the train station. When the train car’s doors open, you shoved yourself into the small crowd who are entering the train. Even though the train is quite packed with passengers, you thankfully found a spot to sit on and relax until you’ve arrived at your stop, which is about thirty minutes if you estimated the time. It would be very painful for your feet if you had to stand for half an hour in the same place.
 As you wait for your stop, you pull out your phone again and read the job that you are going to have. It is basically becoming a nanny for a single father that lived alone with his son. Apparently, your employer, Mister Kurokawa, wanted to hire a nanny who has a college degree that involves working with younger children. Luckily for you, you just got your degree in early childhood education last year. Honestly, it was god-sent when you found this job ad while scrolling down through countless job sites on your phone, and it was a miracle when you were quickly accepted by your employer after sending your application online for just a few hours of sending it to them. Honestly, you thought that your employer would not even look at your application. You were just a fresh college graduate with little experience. Don’t even ask about your job history, which is a mess itself. Your job requirement is simple really: take care of the child as best as you can while simultaneously stimulating his capacity for learning and mobility. Which is the usual requirement for most of your previous jobs already. Your employer also sent you information that involves his son. He’s eight months old and dubbed ‘high maintenance’ by his father endearingly. His baby is very dexterous for his age and drinks more milk than a normal baby.
The baby was also very touchy especially to those who they have bonded with the most, which was very usual for babies his age. Mister Kurokawa had also sent you a few pictures of his baby, which were very adorable. Some of them were his baby wearing various colorful onesies, while others were him getting fed by him or his baby doing baby things. It made you hopeful of staying on the job for a long time, or at least a few years, since you are going to teach and raise his baby for quite a long time, and you can finally use your degree in something that you are really passionate about, which was a win-win situation for you honestly. Even if your situation is finally looking up, dread still lingers in your mind, since you have a sequence of bad luck on jobs. What if this also applies to your current one? What if in less than a month, something would happen and your employer, just like your previous one, would sack you quickly because of a reason that is out of your control or was just a small mistake. That really made you nervous, making your palms sweat. 
But you shook away those thoughts, wanting to distract yourself from your past. Maybe that this would be different from your past employment since you can only focus on one person and have fewer demands compared to your previous jobs. And besides, you can now actually focus on a child instead of taking care of many without addressing their individual needs. Even though you love your previous experience with some of your previous jobs, it irked you that you can’t focus on a child’s problem without another one taking your attention, making the previous child feel ignored. You love the job really, but sometimes, it could get really demanding not only on your responsibilities but also the children that demand total attention from you. 
As you pondered more about your situation, your train stopped and announced that you’ve arrived at the station that is your stop. You got up and exited the train car before looking at the address on your phone; the place that you were going to work at is a little bit far away from the station, but nonetheless, you then swiftly walk towards the exit and walk to your destination. As you walk towards the place, you somehow got lost. It’s your first time in Minato since you’ve never been in this ward of Tokyo before. You bit your lip anxiously while looking again at Google Maps; you have somehow got lost and even an app that could provide your location and ways couldn’t even help you. How screwed up does your luck have to be when it comes to your employment? Just as when you are about to call your employer for directions, you suddenly bump into someone. 
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” you said in a concerned tone as you looked over at who you’ve bumped into. The man was shorter than you. He had healthy-looking tan skin and silky white hair. His eyes were a rare orchid shade, and his face looked like it belonged to one of those foreign models in magazines. His muscles are obvious as he wore a white turtleneck shirt and black baggy pants. “No worries, I’m okay - how about you?” he asked as he looked up at you, which made you lightly blush. 
You can’t help but look away in embarrassment. “A-ah, I’m alright, s-sorry for bumping into you,” you stutter, not looking down to meet his gaze. You heard him chuckle in amusement, which made you kind of embarrassed, to be honest. 
“Ah, are you lost? You seem anxious while looking down at your phone. Did something happen to you?” 
You hear him ask. 
You finally look back at him and shyly nod at his question, flustered by how obvious you are, but at the same time, flattered by the person’s concern for you. “U-uhm, it's actually kinda funny really, I have a new workplace at this ward and I- I don’t really know the place, so I use Google Maps and still I’m lost” you mumbled, ashamed of your current situation. As you twirled your fingers, trying to calm down, you saw the man then tilt his head for a moment but then smile at you, “I’m familiar with this place, so how about I point you in the right direction?” he offered, you then looked back at him, eyes widening in surprise. 
You thanked the man for his help and apologized again before showing him the address of the place. When you show it to him, to your surprise, he just giggles and then looks at you. “I never thought that I would bump into you, Miss (L/N).” 
Your eyes winded, realizing who he is. “M-mister Kurokawa, I-I’m sorry,” you hurriedly said and quickly gave him a low bow. As you looked down at the pavement, you heard an amused chuckle coming from him. 
“No worries, Miss (L/N), no need for bowing”. As you heard those words, you looked back at him. Straightening your posture, you smiled, “Thank you for your consideration, Mister Kurokawa, I’m sorry that I have to meet you this way.” 
He waved it off and offered to walk you back to his place, which you quickly agreed to. While walking together, you can’t help but to be embarrassed inside, why does it have to be this way to meet your boss? “Oh my god, I hope that he isn’t angry,” you thought as you thought about your earlier interaction. 
When the two of you arrived at a rather slick-looking building, it was one of the few skyscrapers in the area, and it looks like it was rather well guarded for some reason. As the two of you entered the building, various people in formal attire bowed down at Mister Kurokawa, welcoming him back. Their action made you nervous, terrible thoughts swirled in your mind as you realized what kind of person is your employer. Obviously, he was a very important person, maybe an owner of a large company or an heir, since he looks too young to be the owner. When the two of you entered the elevator, you kept a polite distance from him, not wanting to make yourself look unprofessional like your previous actions made you seem. You needed to show him just how capable you were to be hired for this job and your previous stuttering didn’t help you gain that image; you hoped that for the next few days, your image in his mind would improve once you’d shown your capabilities on handling your job. 
The elevator stopped and opened its doors, revealing a long hallway that led to an enormous door, which had a security camera in front of it. The two of you walked up to that door, which quickly opened once the camera recognized your employer’s face. After you entered the gate, the two of you walked into another hallway that had another elevator, which would most likely be the way towards Mister Kurokawa’s home. The two of you entered that elevator and waited for a few moments before finally arriving at his home, which is a penthouse above this building. 
“Oh wow,” you thought as you marveled at the view of the skyscraper. The place overlooked every building in Minato, even the other skyscrapers. You could also look down to see the Tokyo Tower, which was very fascinating. You snapped out of your wonder and looked back at your employer, who was walking around the main building of the penthouse. The two of you entered a glass door that slid open, welcoming you to his house. As you expected, everything looks meticulously placed and designed as if it catered to your boss’s taste, which is most likely the case. The two of you then walked down a hallway, passing by rooms and glass windows that overlooked the gardens and surprisingly a tea house surrounded by a stunning chaniwa garden. The two of you then walked up to a stair which led to the second floor of the house, there you could see that the place has fewer rooms, but it is evidently the most used floor since this would probably be the place where the baby and your boss’s room was located. 
The two of you then walked down to a door with a colorful out-of-place sign that said ‘Shinichiro’s Room’. Mister Kurokowa then opens the door, revealing an enormous room that is specifically made for a child. After he opened it, the two of you then heard a loud laughter of a baby, which quickly captured both of your attention. The two of you quickly walked up to the baby’s crib and saw him looking up at the two of you while playing with a small tiger toy. “Aw, your son is so cute Mr. Kurokawa,” you said as you looked at the baby, which is now confused as he focused his attention on you. “Please, call me Izana, Mister Kurokawa makes me feel old. " 
You looked at him. “Really? But you look like you're in your late twenties, surely you can’t be much older than that,” you said to him, confused by his statement. 
He looked at you for a moment but then let out a small titter. “Miss (L/N), I’m in my early forties, please don’t flatter me like this,” he said with a faint smile on his face. Your eyes winded, early forties? Holy hell, he looked so young!
“I-I meant it Mister- I mean Izana, you really looked younger compared to your actual age!” you exclaimed, bursting your words because of your nervousness. This caused your employer to giggle again before asking you to take a seat on the nearby chair to discuss your duties and responsibilities. The rules were simple really: take care of the child with great care, stimulate his mind and mobility as much as you can, feed him during a specific time period, and quickly change his diaper or clothes if there is even a small body fluid forming and most of all, don’t leave the penthouse without Izana coming back home.
“I assume that this would be simple for you, Miss (L/N)?” he asked, looking up at you. 
“Got it, sir,” you said while puffing up your chest, assuring him that you can do this, but this caused Izana to let out an amused smile at your behavior. 
Izana then looked at his wristwatch, “Oh, look at the time, it seems that I have work to do down in the building, Miss (L/N). If you need anything that is not available in this penthouse, just go down to the kitchen, and dial the landline phone and my assistant Kakucho will bring it to you,” he said, looking at his baby before he leaves. 
After he left, you looked at the baby and smiled. To your surprise, the baby smiled back and even started giggling, which made your heart burst because of his cute behavior. You quickly lifted him up and cradled him to your chest. Although Shinichiro was surprised by your action, he instinctively processed the situation, like he recognized it as someone comforting him. He then let out a gummy smile and babbled at you. You smiled at him. It seems Shinichiro is not that of a fussy baby at all. 
“Okay Shinichiro, let’s do some fun activities today, okay?” you said to the baby, the baby let out an excited gurgle as if he can understand your words. You giggled and looked at the clock that was in front of you - it seemed that it was his feeding time. “Okay, but let’s get you some milk first, okay?” you said as you walked towards the refrigerator in the room. The job is not that demanding, and the baby is really cute and not fussy. You just hope that your bad luck has disappeared because you are starting to love your job. 
Weeks passed as you continued to be employed by Mr. Kurokawa, or Izana, as he insisted on being referred to. It is really fun and fulfilling to be employed in this job and you are really thankful for it, even though most of your interactions are with the baby or sometimes, Izana himself. But compared to your previous jobs - this one is a piece of cake. Shinichiro is not only unfussy but actually a really playful and active baby, which was a welcomed surprise when you found out about it a few days ago. As you continue to be employed, days have also flown by like it's nothing; before you could exactly recall how many days you have been employed and even remember what your lunch had been at that time, but now?  You ertr too focused on caring for the baby to remember those redundant things. 
Those memories have been replaced by your activity during your job like how many bottles of milk Shinichiro drink that day or how Shinichiro got up and took one step before he fall down the mattress, which you then quickly take a pic and report back to your boss, even though he didn’t ask for it. This job was really rewarding and at the same time hassle-free for you, it's almost like it's not a job, but a part of your lifestyle by now, which was rare for many people to have, and you are glad that after all of that string of bad luck, you’ve finally found a job that not only makes you employed but also gave you a sense of purpose in life as if this is destined for you. 
“Okay Shinichiro, you can do it, come on,” you said to the baby as he warily looked at the floor. You have been encouraging Shinichiro to walk for more than a few steps. You want him to get used to walking and develop his mobility. 
“Ehw ah-” you heard him grumble, not wanting to let go of the leg of the green plastic table. 
“Shini~,” you playfully whined, wanting to encourage him. The baby looked up to you with a worried expression, still expressed on his face. You smiled in defeat as Shinichiro fell onto the padded floor and crawled towards you, wanting you to lift him up. 
“I guess you’re not ready yet, huh?” you said as you cradle the child in your arms, who was burying his head into you, wanting to comfort himself. You smiled at his behavior. You know that someday, Shinichiro would be ready to finally walk a few steps, but not this day. 
You sat on the nearby sofa and cradled Shinichiro to make him fall asleep and for you to clean up the place for the night. Just as you were about to place Shinichiro into his crib, you felt your phone then suddenly vibrate. You gently place Shinichiro in his crib and immediately took out your phone to see who was calling you, and as usual, its Mr. Kurokawa.
“Sorry sir for not answering the call quickly, I was just putting Shinichiro back to his crib,” you said to him, and you heard him let out a mirthful laugh. 
“It's okay Miss (L/N), and also, did I always tell you that you can call me Izana? No need for that sir nonsense” 
You blushed in embarrassment. “I’m sorry S- I mean Izana, I’m still not used to calling you so casually.” 
You heard him on the other line letting out a hum, which made you very nervous. Although he was satisfied with your performance and conduct, you still couldn't shake off your nervousness because of your past experiences- your previous history still lingered in your consciousness like a faint shadow, as if reminding you of your past every time you’ve made even a simple mistake. 
“Hmm, if you can’t get used to it, then can I call you (Y/N) instead? I think that it's unfair for me to call you Ms. (L/N) and me just Izana, and it could shake off that Mr. Kurokawa nonsense in your brain, so what do you say (Y/N), can I call you that?” 
Your eyes widened but let out an okay for an answer.
“Great, (Y/N), sorry for calling you at this hour, I just wanted to check in on my son if he fell asleep already, looks like I was right.” 
“I-is that all sir?” you asked, wanting to know if he wants to ask other questions related to Shinichiro, which you would gladly reply to.
“Ah no, I was also checking up on you, it's quite late and the last midnight train should be going a few minutes now.” Your eyes winded at his words and you looked at the time on your wristwatch. It's true, the midnight train would be in a few minutes and you are quite far away from the train station. “A-ah, I think I’ll just take a cab...” you replied, not wanting to agitate him due to your current situation. 
“No can do (Y/N), there are fewer cabs this time of night and I don’t think that it's safe for you to travel alone during this time, I suggest that you stay at the penthouse guest rooms.”His offer shocked you. You, staying at this place for a night? 
“A-are you sure Si- Izana? I do not want to cause you trouble,” you said, troubled at his generous offer. 
“It's alright! You’ve been an excellent nanny for Shinichiro, he is much better now compared to before, he even whines to me when you are not in there,” he said mirthfully, praising you for your excellent work. 
Shyly blushing at his declaration, you reluctantly agreed to his offer, not wanting to press things further.  “I-if you say so, Mis- Izana.” 
“Great, good night (Y/N) See you tomorrow.” 
He then quickly hung up the call, and you turned off the phone, looking out the glass window of the room. Even though you have been working for Mr. Kurokawa for months now, you still couldn’t get used to it. Unlike before, you now have a job that not only pays you well but also had such a gracious boss that even lets you stay at his house. It's so contrasting compared to your previous jobs and employers, even though some of them are really nice bosses. 
“Okay Shinichiro, I’m going to wash up now, be good okay?” you softly murmur as you look down at the baby in the crib. You always wonder who were the people that would care for Shinichiro while you’re gone. He has always been enthusiastic when you go back to your work, seemingly missing you while you were at home. “Oh god, I can’t leave him behind,” you thought as your mind started to fill with ideas about what is happening while you are gone, even though he is alright when you always see him in the morning, it doesn’t change you not knowing what is happening behind the scenes while you were gone made you nervous and even scared for Shinichiro. 
You shook off your worries and quickly went to the nearest bathroom, which is in the nearby guest room, to wash up yourself. Thankfully, the bathroom had adult clothing and bathrobes. The clothes were tailored for men, which was alright for you since you only wore baggy clothes in your sleep anyway. You took off your black turtleneck shirt and high-waisted pants, revealing you in your plain gray underwear, and quickly took those off too and washed for the night. When you were done, you looked at the clothes on the bathroom cabinet, although there were clothes in there, you just now noticed that there was no underwear, not even for men. This made you flustered and looked at the washed bra and panty that you have taken off earlier. You can’t wear those, you need to wash them to be dry in the morning. You looked down and blushed at yourself as you put on the baggy t-shirt and short pants that were a tad big for you to fit in, but you managed to make it work as you exited the bathroom and the guest room and quickly entered Shinichiro’s room. 
Thankfully, the baby was still sleeping, which means that you didn’t miss anything. You then sigh as you grab a few blankets and pillows and put them on the couch. You sat on the couch and looked at the time, it was almost two am in the morning, which means that you should really be sleeping by now. “Huh, I haven’t been up this late since college,” you thought as you put down your phone on the nearby coffee table and then lay on the couch. You then faced the couch’s cushion and bit by bit, your consciousness started to fade, which eventually puts you to sleep.
A few hours passed by, and you suddenly felt a strange tingling feeling running down your bottom, “Huh?” you mumbled as you felt a wet appendage trailing up to your soft cheeks and unto your clit, licking up a huge stripe. “W-what?” you thought groggily as you tried to look down to see if someone is touching you, but you couldn’t, as if you are paralyzed in your place. The now-identified tongue then started to twirl your clit around for a moment but then a pair of lips suddenly sucked it. “I- ah~ What’s happening?” you exclaimed as a feeling of pleasure then surged throughout your whole body. No, you can’t be feeling good about doing this, you need to get out of here with Shinichiro as fast as you can.
“Hyaa~!” you then mewled as you felt your ass and legs being lifted up by the person and finally tossed the short pants that were dangling on your foot earlier. You felt your assailant’s hot breath on your folds, which made you blush. You felt their fingers gripping your plush thighs as they then started to lick your folds. You wanted it to stop but you couldn’t do anything as the person licked and slurped your cunt as if they hadn't drank water for a long time. You can’t help but finally let out loud moans and mewls as they then finally put their tongue inside your vagina. You felt his hot tongue twirling and retracting it back and forth, fucking you with it. “Ah! Ah! St- Ah~” you moaned as you tried to get this person to stop and let go of you. They stopped, withdrawing their tongue, and finally diving out of your pussy, making you relieved at the moment. But that is proven short-lived as they then quickly shove two of their fingers, fucking you with them. As their fingers are reeling in and out of your pussy, you then hear familiar giggling, almost as if you knew who was doing this to you. The person then started to lap up your juices again, making you moan louder than before. 
Right now, you are a mess of a person, both inside and out. Moaning and panting as you felt their tongue and fingers explore your wet, tight insides. You had masturbated on several occasions and felt good every time you did it but the pleasure that you got from touching yourself wasn’t comparable to this one. This made your cunt hot, wet, and tight all at the same time as foreign appendages roamed your wet caverns and sucked on your now sore clit. The heat pooling on your stomach starts to get unbearable as you feel yourself start to come. “Oh no, I’m gonna I-I’m gonna ahh~” you mewled as you felt yourself cumming onto the person’s face. 
As you finally let out your cum, you just laid on the couch, panting, having no energy to move a single muscle as you felt the person lick and drink up your cum from your pussy and thighs. As you start to drift back to sleep, you felt the person crawling on top of you and whispering into your ear, feeling his hot breath on your skin. 
“Sweet dreams, sugar.” 
Your eyes widened as you recognized the voice. “M-Mr. Kurokawa?” you stuttered, not believing what you are hearing right now. You heard him hum and put his palm on your eyes, closing them gently. “Sleep (Y/N), you need energy for Shinichiro tomorrow,” he whispered, feeling his hot breath as he uttered those words. You slowly drifted into a mindless sleep, numbed by the orgasm you had earlier, feeling too tired to even open your eyes as you felt Izana gently cover you with a soft blanket and planted a kiss on your forehead. 
You let out a loud gasp and got up from your sleep as you then looked out of the clear glass window of the room. You then tossed the blanket out of your body and then looked down at your bottom. Thankfully, you are still fully clothed down there, panties and all. You sighed in relief and checked out your phone - it’s eight in the morning, two hours before your shift. Slumping back down the mattress, you thought about your dreams earlier. You couldn’t help but blush in embarrassment as you recalled the wet dream that involved your boss eating you out while you sleep. You just can’t believe that you just dreamt about your boss that way. Sure, he was a very desirable man, not only for his physique and attractive face but also for his behavior towards his child Shinichiro. But you couldn’t see your boss in that light! Hell, you can’t even see him even jokingly flirting at you in a friendly way, much less him being so possessive over you. 
You then sigh and rub your head. You have a job to do and you have an erotic dream that involved your boss is not going to be helpful. After rubbing your head, you then looked down on your lower half. Although you are sure that is just a dream, you can’t help but have a slight doubt about it because it was so vivid and felt too real. As if that dream of yours really happened. But you shook your head, surely, Mr. Kurokawa is not that type of person to do this. After all, he is so considerate and helpful whenever something has happened during your time at work and he even apologizes and pays you overtime time even though you just stayed more than an hour or so in your shift. Him assaulting you in your sleep is such an absurd thought that it's almost laughable, Mr. Kurokawa is anything but that kind of person. 
But you can’t help thinking, what if it's true? That he did just that while you are so vulnerable? You couldn’t help but shiver at that thought alone. He was such a kind and considerate person to you, and it's so horrifying to think that he would do such things to you. You shook your head in disgust, no, why would he do that to you? With only just his physique, he could attract many women who would willingly sleep with him, even if for just a few hours. Him doing something to you, especially eating you out is such a wild thought. 
While you are deep in your thoughts, Shinichiro let out a loud wail, which snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked at him blankly for a moment before slapping yourself out of it. That’s right- you were only here because you have a job to do, which is taking care of Shinichiro. You shake your head and sigh and quickly get up and walk to his crib. When Shinichiro saw you, he let out his adorable gummy smile, which melted away your dilemma earlier. Smiling, you gently grab Shinichiro and carry him. Mr. Kurokawa would never assault you while you were sleeping - after all, how can a person like that produce such a cute and adorable baby? 
It’s been a few weeks after the wet dream incident, but you still couldn’t shake it off your mind. Although you still do your job earnestly, it also affects your relationship with your boss. You really can’t help but to either freeze or flinch, every time he comes near you the flashes of that dream start to come into your mind like a tidal wave- of you being vulnerable under him, struggling to get him off you as you felt his tongue slithering inside your walls while massaging your clit, getting turned on by your whines and pleads. Which doesn’t help your amiable relationship with your boss as you unconsciously try to avoid him as much as possible while at work, which is not that hard considering he always came back after your shift is done. 
You really tried your best not to be avoidant of your boss, you really did. But you really can’t help but feel uncomfortable and even scared every time he either touches you or gets close to you. You always triedto rationalize it by thinking that he’s your boss and you are afraid that he is going to fire you anytime soon or any other excuses that you might think. But deep down - deep down, you know that it's because of that realistic dream you had, and deep inside, you are afraid that it might be true that Mr.Kurokawa had assaulted you while you slept that night. 
As you were tucking Shinichiro in for the night, you suddenly heard the door open. Looking back, you saw Mr.Kurokawa, who was wearing a dress-like black jumpsuit with silver necklaces and a loose belt. Although he looked so casual, you had a feeling that it's probably not - maybe he’s going out with his friends? 
“O-oh, Mr.Kurokawa! I was just tucking Shinichiro in, I’ll be gone in a minute now.” you said as you tried not to look away from him. 
Your boss just smiled at you.  “No worries Ms.(Y/N)! I was just checking up on my son!” he said in his usual carefree tone that he had. Although you doubted that, you just nodded and continued to tuck the baby into the crib as your boss eerily watched you from behind. When you are finally done, you look back at Mr.Kurokawa and apologize for how late you’ve stayed, and quickly try to get home. But before you do that,  Mr.Kurokawa stopped you and handed you some sort of card in your hand. Not wanting to displease him, you took it and looked at what it was. The curiosity turned into shock when you saw the content. 
M-Mr. Kuroawa! I can’t take this!” You said as you tried to give the card back to your boss, which shook his head, refusing to take it back. 
“You’ve worked for more than eight months in my house with no breaks every day, you deserve this,” he said as you look at him in disbelief. After all, the card that he gave to you is practically a meal pass to one of the most exclusive and expensive restaurants in Tokyo, maybe even in the whole world. 
“Sir, I think that this is too much,” you said, trying to reason with your boss, but he just shook his head- insisting that you keep it. You tried to banter with your boss, trying to get the card back to him but he swiftly turned down your proposals and reasonings, and kept insisting that you keep it. In the end, you accepted the card reluctantly and thank your boss in embarrassment, after that you then say goodbye to him and head out of the penthouse and eventually the building. 
While walking down the streets of Minato, you looked at the card in both fascination and curiosity. It's an exclusive meal pass for Midori. One of the most exclusive restaurants in Tokyo, it's one of the few three-star Michelin restaurants in Tokyo but unlike the other restaurants, Midori operates for only three months in certain seasons, which makes it difficult for people to dine in or book a reservation for the restaurant. You even heard that the yearly customers of Midori could be counted with your fingers - which means that your boss gave you a card that can basically give you an instant pass to enter and eat for free in Midori just because you didn’t take your vacation leave for more than eight months. Which frankly to you is both very generous and simply ridiculous. You know that many rich people in Tokyo would give you a large sum of money just to get this card and some might even blackmail you for it. You sigh in frustration as you feel a headache building up in your head as you keep thinking about what you are going to do with the card.
Sell it?
No, people might think that it's a fake.
Throw it away?
You know that the guilt would eat at you for a very long time.
You kept thinking about what you were going to do about it until you completely gave up on thinking about it. “Fuck it, I’m just going to redeem this, this is a once-in-a-lifetime experience,” you thought as you clutched the card and took out your phone- googling the location of Midori on google maps and quickly heading off to where it is. When you finally arrived at the building where the restaurant was located, you couldn’t help but feel nervous as the two doormen, who strangely recognized you, quickly welcomed you into the restaurant as if you were a very important person.  When you enter the restaurant, one of the waiters quickly walks up to you and asks if you have a reservation - to which you silently reply by giving them the card that Mr.Kurokawa gave to you. The waiter just smiled and gently took the card from your hand, as if they were worried that they might offend you. But you just shook your head, you are just overthinking things since this is your first time in an exclusive Michelin star restaurant, the nerves are maybe getting into you. 
When the waiter grabbed the card, another waiter popped up and guided you inside the restaurant. You followed the waiter to your seat, as you subtly looked around the restaurant. As expected it looked classy and fancy. The restaurant itself has a mix of modern and traditional Japanese architecture, although it is located in the middle of Tokyo, the restaurant has a ginormous Tsukiyama garden that can be seen in the whole restaurant, giving the restaurant a much more traditional touch. 
When you are finally seated by the waiter, You couldn’t help but feel awkward at the situation as you are the only one in the whole restaurant as there are practically no people in sight. You tried to find a positive outlook in the situation that you are in, hey, at least there are no snobby people that would judge you, right?
As you tried to assess your situation, the server quickly came back and gave you the tasting menu of the restaurant and explained some of the dishes that are written there, which made you nervous since you only knew a few of the items in the restaurant. You just decided to pick the strangest named dishes on the menu, hoping that the dishes that you’ve picked would taste good. The server then jolts down your order as you put the menu on the table. When they are done they cautiously take away the menu and then bowed, saying that your complimentary appetizer would be on its way. 
The eighteen-meal course came one by one as you started to eat, some are familiar dishes presented to you such as sushi and sashimi that you know came from expensive cuts of fish while others are western inspired dishes that you couldn’t figure out how to eat but just decided to wing it and eat it anyway. As expected, the dishes are fantastic, and sure, most of them could be eaten in just one bite but the whole course will make you full since the meal was an eighteen-meal course and not just the usual one dish or two that you usually buy when going out. While eating, there was something bothering you at the moment. There were no problems with the dishes since they were all fantastic and the servers were very professional, but there was an eerie feeling while you're eating in the restaurant, as if the servers were afraid of making a mistake or offending you in some way. You tried to comfort yourself by saying that it's just the nervousness of not only dining in a fancy restaurant but also being the only customer dining there but your gut says otherwise, as if something is going on. 
But still, you silently ate the dishes that the server explained before serving them to you, just wanting to enjoy the rare experience while ignoring the nagging feeling in your gut. When you finally ate the last dish, two servers appeared in front of you, one cleaning out the dirty utensils on the table while the other poured you a glass of wine.  The server who poured you the wine explained what wine it is and how old or what kind of fragrant and texture it has. Apparently, it's a 1968 Bruno Giacosa Collina Rionda wine from Italy, one of the finest wines that they have on their shelves right now.
When the server places the wine glass on the table, you then hold the stem of the glass and curiously sniff the wine, before taking a sip. But before you can finish the whole glass, you start to get dizzy - your vision blurring and you trying to hold on to the table, afraid of falling into the floor. But it's no use as your body slumps down on the ground, causing the half-sipped wine glass to break and it's content to spill into the ground. 
As your vision darkened, you saw two men, who were in suits walking toward your form, “Hurry up Rin, the boss would be angry if we took too much time,” you heard one of the men say while the other just hummed in response. You felt yourself being carried by one of them, you aren’t sure who is carrying you since you are barely strong enough to see. As you start to fall unconscious you hear a familiar person that made your blood freeze in fear. 
“Be careful with her, Izana wouldn’t want her to be injured.” 
“K-Kakucho?” That name was in your final thoughts as you slipped out of consciousness, not strong enough to fight it any longer. 
Your eyes opened slowly as you woke up with your head aching, and although you were awake, you still couldn’t really feel anything around you due to you being drugged earlier. As you started to get a grip of your consciousness, you couldn’t help but be shocked when you finally saw what was going on. 
“M-mister Kurokawa?” You looked up at him, grunting and moaning as you felt your cunt being penetrated by his dick, you can’t help but moan as he keeps pounding your pussy into oblivion. “Ah, (Y/N) you’re awake,” he said as he continued slamming his long dick into your tight walls, rhythmically keeping up his pace as your confused face contorted into pleasure. Although it felt pleasurable by his actions, you can’t help but feel betrayed and hurt as the person that you’ve looked up to did this to you. You should’ve listened to your guts and kept your distance from him as much as possible or even outright quit the job even if you struggled to find one. 
Tears rolled down your cheeks as you kept thinking about maybe’s or what-ifs, as his cock kept stretching your wet but tight pussy. “Princess, don’t cry, I’m here to make it better,” you heard him say as he wiped away your tears and kissed your lips, entering his tongue into your mouth as his pace feverishly started to get faster. While his tongue swirled with yours inside your mouth, twirling your tongue with his, you suddenly felt a sudden jolt down there- it seems that his dick hit a specific place that you couldn’t help but moan in pleasure. 
When he heard your loud but unwilling moan, he stopped his movement and ended the kiss, which made you confused at first until he started to take his dick off of you until its tip is the only thing inside.  He then quickly buckled his hips and slammed his cock into your pussy all the way into its hilt. You couldn’t help but loudly moan as you felt him pounding you like an animal, his dick continuously hitting that spot. “Sh-shtop-” you slurred as you felt his dick getting bigger inside you. But he ignored your pleas as he quickly slammed his dick back into your pussy, making you flinch in pleasure while shutting you up in the process. 
“Ah~ (Y/N) your pussy is clenching my dick so hard,” he moaned as you felt his dick start to twitch while also feeling the heat and pleasure bubbling up inside you.
“S-top, please Mr.Kurokawa-”
You were cut off by your boss as his sharp gaze looked at you, and although his lilac eyes are soft, you couldn’t help but see another expression in his eyes. 
“Don’t call me that, call me Izana,” he said as he kept his eyes locked on yours. If this wasn’t an unwanted situation, you ought that this would have been very romantic, but right now - it's the opposite of that. 
“M-Mr, Haaah~” you moaned, not even saying his name as he pinched your sensitive clit.
“No, Mr.nonsense, just call me by my name,” he said, as you desperately looked up at him, wanting this to end. 
“I-Izana, s-s-top, I’m gonna -”
You saw him smile knowingly as he kept pounding in and out of your cunt. 
“Gonna what princess?” he teased.
You can’t help but cry in pleasure as you felt yourself cumming all over his dick as you clench his back for support, your eyes rolling back in pleasure. After your orgasm, you felt him start to quicken his pace, continuing that feverish phase from before. With a few strong and quick thrusts, he unloads his cum inside your tight walls, moaning in pleasure as your pussy milked his dick for all its worth while you lay there panting; your naked form twitching and convulsing in overstimulation due to the climax earlier. 
As he finished cumming inside you and pulling his dick out of your insides, you then looked up to him, tears rolling down your eyes. 
“P-please, l-let me go,” you said as you fruitlessly tried to get away from him. When he saw you trying to move away, he quickly grabbed both of your thighs and spread them, making your pussy, which was still twitching while oozing with his semen, visible to his view. 
“Look at you, after you milked my dick, your pussy still wants my cock so bad,” he said as he used his finger to push the semen back inside your cunt, making your toes curl due to your body being sensitive. 
“I- please Izana, I won’t tell anyone about this” you plead, wanting your boss to let you go. He stops as you look at his expression, his expression now turned dour by your words. “Or what (Y/N)? You will quit and go back fruitlessly trying to find a job?” your eyes widened in shock at his words. He let his finger out of your walls but kept his hands on your knees, still spreading your legs apart. 
“H-how did you know that?” you stuttered as he kept his gaze at your naked form, smiling at your question. 
“I run background checks on all of my employees (Y/N), especially for the one that would be taking care of my child,” he replied as you looked down in shame. 
He continued. “Do you want to go back to that lifestyle (Y/N)? On the verge of being homeless with no one to turn on or help you?” You tearfully looked away, feeling your heart clench, it's true, all of his words are true. Izana saw your forlorn expression and gently touched your cheeks making you look up at him again. “It doesn’t have to be that way (Y/N), you have Shinichiro and me, you don’t have to be lonely anymore,” he said as he gently hugged you. You couldn't help but start sobbing on his chiseled chest. “There, there,” you heard him mumble as he caressed your back trying to soothe you.
The two of you stayed there for a while until you felt his dick harden inside of you again. “(Y/N),” you looked up to Izana who was smiling at you. “Can I?” he asked as you felt his dick twitching inside your pussy. Without a care in the world, you nodded and then spread your cum filled pussy with both of your hands, worldlessly coercing him. As he starts to move again, he smiled and look at you. 
“I love you, (Y/N), I really do.” 
Your dull eyes looked at him, not minding the situation anymore. Smiling, you hugged his neck and gently kissed his lips. “I love you too Izana,” you replied earnestly. As you felt his hips start to move again, you can’t help but feel nothing anymore. He’s right, there is nothing for you out there, no family, friends and barely finding a job, who is the person that took you in? That’s right, It's Miste- no,  Izana. He’s the one that gave you every opportunity that you desperately needed and on top of that, Shinichiro gave you purpose again, he would be lonely without you. 
With that in mind, you tightened your grip as Izana bucked his hips down on you, pounding you into the mattress as your pussy started to clench tightly around his dick. It’s alright, as long as you have Izana and Shinichiro, it doesn’t bother you anymore. 
You finally have people that would be with you.
You are not alone anymore.
As you slip into pleasure once more, you couldn’t help but feel like something broke inside of you- no matter what it was, it's just a minor inconvenience anyway. 
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SHAMELESS
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RINDOU HAITANI x f! reader
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“there’s just inches in between us, i want you to give in. there is tension in between us, i just wanna give in.”
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cw: college au, mutual pining, slight angst (?), sexual tension, nsfw (minors dni), slight smut, dumb rindou, ran & sanzu cameo!! only proofread like once
word count: 7.5k
a/n: very first fic here on tumblr, inspired by shameless by camila cabello. a bit nervous to post this buut hope you guys enjoy!! i appreciate feedback! © divider: bushiroad
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The sound of squeaking wheels filled your ears as you pushed the library book cart down the aisle, along with the occasional sound of turning of pages, the soft click clack of keyboards, and the quiet murmurs of students in a study session. It was half-past four in the afternoon which meant only 30 more minutes until your shift ended, but that didn’t really matter at the moment as your manager said you could go home early if all the returned books were taken back to their designated shelves.
You looked down at the black book cart, which now housed only one book that belonged to the music collection of the library; ‘Principles of Audio Production’ it read, in bold white letters. A small smile unknowingly formed on your lips as you made your way to the other end of the library, passing students either seated at study desks, and doing their own thing or students just simply looking for a book.
As you get to the music department, you immediately know which aisle the book belongs to, after all, you knew this department like the back of your hand. After it was neatly placed in its designated shelf and the book cart stored away in the storage room at the back, you headed for the small office on the ground floor to grab your belongings, and end your shift for the week.
You were only working part-time at your university library to at least ease the bills your parents had to pay, so you only came in during Wednesdays and Fridays as those were the days your schedule wasn't packed.
You bid goodbye to one of your co-workers who was manning the front desk, a beige knapsack secured against your back as you made your way out of the building. Walking past the glass sliding doors, you were met with a sudden cold gust of wind, your hair flying everywhere but away from your face. Mentally cursing the wind, you tried to tame your hair to see what’s ahead of you but it’s as if mother nature was playing tricks on you and decided that one more harsh blow of the wind was needed.
With the wind finally calming down after its small ‘tantrum’, you were finally able to see your surroundings, unobstructed and clearly. You caught a familiar figure on your left, leaning against the building with both hands tucked securely in the pants of his pockets, amethyst eyes already on you.
Rindou.
He was sporting a black hoodie and blue dark washed denim pants, his purple hair also swaying with the wind, effortless yet breathtaking. Rindou pushed himself off the wall and took a few steps before he was facing you, right arm extended out with his black sleeves slightly pushed back to reveal a singular black hair tie circling his wrist, “Here.” Rindou nudged his arm closer to you, indicating to take the hair tie. 
You briefly met his eyes to give him a small smile and mutter a “Thanks.” before removing the hair tie off his wrist, making contact with the dark ink that decorated his outer arm.
You never really saw his full tattoo apart from the one on his right arm when he would occasionally wear short-sleeved shirts on warmer weathers, but you did know that it continued to the right side of his chest and down to his right ankle. It was only because you hung out with him once after his gym session where he was sporting shorts and a black muscle tee that exposed maybe a little too much for your sanity, you weren’t complaining though.
“Don’t mention it. You looked like you were fighting for your life back there.” Rindou chuckled as he stuffed his right hand back into his pocket, watching you tie your hair in a ponytail. It's not the first time he’s given you a hair tie on an extremely windy day, but there’s just something different nowadays. Something you felt deep in your chest that you can’t quite pinpoint or clearly describe what exactly it is.
No, you can describe what it is, but you refused to acknowledge it because of this lingering question in your mind.
You playfully rolled your eyes at him and began walking, “No shit. I hate windy days so much.” you grumbled while shaking your head at the afternoon weather; gray clouds loomed over the city, accompanied by the harsh autumn winds.
It was routine for Rindou to wait for you until your shift finished, sometimes he would be hanging out in the music department of the library, absorbing various contents related to his studies while he waited. Other days he would be waiting outside the building like he did today, always unpredictable but that’s what you loved about him.
You never forced Rindou to wait for you after your shifts, he just turned up one day and decided that he was going to continue doing it just because. 
Rindou didn’t hesitate to match your pace as you two walked back toward the dormitories, “How was work? Busy?” he angled his face towards you, a small shiver running down his spine as another gust of wind blew. Maybe he should’ve worn something warmer than just a black hoodie.
You shook your head, staring ahead of you, “Nah, it wasn’t too busy in the library since it is a Friday. I think students would rather enjoy the start of the weekend than spend their afternoon holed up in the library.” Rindou didn’t really focus on your reply to his question, instead, he focused on the way your brows slightly furrowed because of the cold, the way your hair danced as the wind carried it, the way your eyes held light in them despite the gloomy weather, the way your lips moved with every word—
“Rindou?” He was brought back from his trance after you called out his name several times, “W-what?” his gaze immediately shifted from your lips to your eyes. You slightly shook your head to make a face, “I said, how come you have so many spare hair ties? Do you buy them just for me?” you teased him, wriggling your brows in a suggestive manner.
Rindou looked away too fast for his liking but replied with, “Shut up, I only bring some because I use them too. They’re not specifically for you.” He was met with laughter which made him return his gaze back to you, you were still looking at him but this time a teasing smile now dawned upon your face, brows furrowed but not because of the wind but because of confusion.
“You tie your mullet? I literally have never seen you do that.” Rindou scoffed and rolled his eyes, he ignored your question by changing the topic, “Oh that’s right, Ran wanted to meet up with you later for that assignment you guys were working on?”
Now it was your turn to scoff, you had totally forgotten about the assignment due at midnight. Now here you are, sulking about having to cancel tonight’s plan of binge watching movies because of a stupid assignment. The assignment wasn’t really that important as it was from one of your general education courses, but it would be nice to see good grades on your transcript. Plus, Ran was a slight perfectionist underneath his playful personality.
Although Ran was a year older than you and was doing a completely different degree, you two became friends because of the shared general education course you both took, a course not offered by both your respective faculties.
Ran was a business major and in his last year of studies but that didn’t stop you two from creating an unforgettable friendship. “Fuck, I totally forgot about that! Is he back at the dorms? I might just go to him now so we can finalize the assignment.” Rindou nodded, and you both headed for their shared dorm.
“I honestly don’t even know why I took this shit! Rindou, you said this was going to be easy.” Ran loudly complained, his brows furrowed and lips downturned as he ran his fingers through his short purple hair. You and Ran were sitting across one another at their dining table, laptops in front of you with a shared google doc pulled up.
The general education course you and Ran had taken was an Arts paper which taught the history of music, so now you and Ran were stuck writing about music. You honestly didn’t even know why you chose this course in the first place. Rindou chuckled as he brought over two cups of coffee from the kitchen, setting one beside your laptop and taking a sip out of the other. “Where’s mine?” Ran questioned, his frown deepening as he anticipated his hot drink, his eyes following his younger brother as he took a seat beside you.
“You have hands, make your own.” Rindou mumbled, eyes were glued to your laptop screen, he scooted his chair closer so he could get a better look at what you and Ran were working on.
As Rindou leaned closer, his cologne engulfed your nostrils, the scent you’ve grown to love over the past few months; it was sweet but mixed with an earthy aroma. It took all your willpower not to slightly lean away from the man, you weren’t uncomfortable with the closeness but he does unexplainable things to you every single time he comes close. You nervously bit your lip as you could now feel the heat his body radiated.
Ran narrowed his eyes at Rindou–who was still getting closer to you–and shifted his eyes to you, frozen on the wooden seat and eyes abnormally glued to the laptop, he mentally laughed at the scene unfolding in front of him before speaking up again.
“Okay, last time I checked, it was our study session. You’re not even a part of this.” He rested his chin on the palm of his right hand while his left hand scrolled up and down the shared document. Rindou replied, still not looking at his brother “And last time I checked, you needed my help. Plus, this is basically related to what I’m studying so I’m staying here.”
Rindou majored in Music Business which was the study of songwriting, entrepreneurial practices, and revenue flow. He was in second year just like you and you only knew him because of his older brother, and have met him countless of times during your study sessions back at their dorm.
Unlike with Ran, It took quite a while to build a friendship with Rindou as he was more introverted and closed off, but it was worth it since he’s been nothing but a wonderful friend to you. Sometimes you question if he sees you more than one due to the countless times he’s acted towards you.
A smirk made its way across Ran’s face, Rindou could see it from his peripheral vision, a smile too wide for the younger’s liking but he decided to ignore it, “Are you sure it’s not because of…” Ran trailed off as Rindou finally looked up at his older brother with a glare, their eyes briefly meeting before Ran shifted his gaze over to you–who was still looking at the shared document–and back to Rindou, lifting a brow. Little shit, Rindou thought.
If looks could kill, Ran would be dead right now. Rindou was practically sending daggers across the table and toward his older brother, although this only entertained Ran even more as he bursted out laughing while throwing his head back. His behaviour snapped you out of your thoughts, your confused gaze shifting between the two siblings, the one beside you was scowling while the other across from you was still laughing. Typical Haitani siblings behaviour.
After a chaotic but productive study session, you were supposed to be on your way back to your own dorm but instead, you were walking to the convenience store under a small shared umbrella with Rindou while the rain poured non-stop.
It was quarter to seven in the evening and you were craving for something sweet, the sky was much darker than it was before and the gusts of wind now colder than the afternoon ones. “I could’ve managed on my own..” you mumbled against the brown scarf wrapped around your neck that Rindou had pulled from his closet, it smelled like him, so everytime you inhaled, his scent engulfed your nostrils.
“There’s no way in hell I would leave you alone, especially with the weather this bad. ‘Sides, it’s already dark out— goodness, come here! You’re getting your clothes wet.” Rindou wraps his left arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him, your right arm flushed against his side.
You thought that once he was done pulling you closer to him, he’d remove his arm from your waist but he didn’t. He firmly kept his arm around you for the whole trip to the convenience store, like it was meant to be there and you swear you could feel his burning touch through your thick clothes, it was so warm, he was so warm; such a nice contrast from the cold autumn night.
It was always like this with Rindou ever since you met him. He would always behave in such a way that would make you question your status with him, was this really you two being just friends? There were days where he wouldn’t test the boundary of your friendship, but there were also some days that he would, and boy did he test it to the max.
Those days were the days where he would be needier than usual and ask for things that friends definitely didn't do.
“I’m so tired, ‘s okay if I rest on you for a bit?” He asked you one time but he didn’t wait for your answer and also didn’t hesitate to lean his head against your left shoulder. 
You two were both at the library at that time, you were watching the lecture you missed out on while he… was just chilling. You two stayed that way until you literally had to tell Rindou that your shoulder was becoming tired, and he needed to wake up; it led to him apologizing and massaging the shoulder he leaned on, it felt nice. Really nice, too nice. Nice enough that you just had to let out a breathy sigh because of how good it felt, “Fuck, that actually feels so good.” you slightly tilted your head to the right to give him more access.
Rindou swallowed at your behaviour and uncomfortably shifted in his seat, Fuck, he thought, something deep inside stirring like a storm waiting to rage. “Yeah?” was all he could muster, he couldn’t think properly, not when you looked so pretty and responsive to his touches.
Another time was when he asked you if he could hold your hand because he felt down–whatever that meant–and you did let him, for some odd reason. Sometimes there would also be his stares that lingered around your face for too long, specifically your lips; he wouldn’t even try to hide it at some point, a weird glint in his eyes as he stared at your soft lips.
You would ask him ‘what?’ and he would just shrug and say ‘so pretty’. Sometimes there would just be comfortable silence between the two of you while you both sat inside his car, just basking in silence when he would ask if you wanted to come with him during his night drives.
And ever since those days, the boundary between friendship and lovers was becoming more and more blurry and you didn’t know what to do. You didn’t know what to do with the question that has been lingering in your mind ever since the day he tested the boundaries.
The warmth that his body radiated comforted you so much, it made you forget about everything else. The people around you, the cars driving past, the loud pattering of the rain against the umbrella, and the coldness of the night. God, you wanted to be this close to him for the rest of your life. Or maybe even closer–
Wait what? What the fuck am I thinking? You thought to yourself.
You shook your head slightly as if it would dissipate the storm of thoughts clouding your mind, Rindou noticed your movement and looked down at you, “You okay?” a glint of concern dawning upon his pretty amethyst eyes, oh to get lost in them forever. “Hm? Yeah… just a bit cold ‘s all.” you replied, which made Rindou tighten his grip around you. “We're almost there.”
Rindou shook off the excess water from the umbrella and shoved it inside a small metal basket provided by the convenience store while you both entered. “I’m going to have a look around too, maybe ask Ran if he wants anything.” you nodded at him before going your separate ways inside the store.
After grabbing several sweets–that you’re probably going to devour all by tonight–you decided it was also a good idea to stock up on some food and necessities for your dorm. Rindou appeared out of nowhere and took your basket, placing a few things he got for him and his older brother, “You almost done?”
You nodded before placing a box of hair dye inside the plastic basket that Rindou now held in his hand. He squinted at the packaging which read ‘pink’, were you about to dye your hair pink? He didn’t question your intentions but it did make him a tad bit curious.
“I’ll pay for this.” and with that, he wordlessly turned around and started walking to the counter before you could protest. “Rindou, I know you’re as broke as I am. Let me just pay for my things!” you walked faster to catch up to him, but the clerk already began to scan and bag the items.
“We’ll split the payment!” you told the clerk, and stood beside Rindou, a hand encasing around his wrist in case he tried to pay for all the things himself. Your touch made Rindou flustered more than it should have, it was nothing but a simple touch, so why was he acting like a teenage boy? God, he’s so fucking embarrassing.
After finally getting around to splitting the bill, you and Rindou thanked the clerk as he handed you two bags and headed for the exit, not forgetting to take the wet umbrella from the basket at the entrance. “Holy shit, it’s gotten worse.” Rindou looked up at the pitch black sky, one hand holding the bags and the other holding the opened umbrella.
The rain was now pouring harder which made it hard to clearly see the surroundings, it also didn’t help that it was now darker out. “I told you I could manage on my own. Your dorm is farther from here than mine.” you sighed as you inched closer to him, yearning for the warmth of his body.
Before he could respond, you opened your mouth again, “You know what? I can’t let you go back with the weather like this. You can stop by my place first and wait it out, it’s only… quarter-past seven. I live alone, so it's okay.” you shoved your phone back into the pocket of your jacket after checking the time. Rindou absent-mindedly nodded, “Mhm, yeah, you’re right— wait what?” he quickly turned his head to you but you were already pulling him toward the direction of your dormitories.
Holy fuck. Rindou thought to himself.
He’s never been inside your dorm. Yeah, he’s been in the building a couple of times to drop you off or pick you up but he has never been physically inside your room, it was always you coming over to the shared dorm with his older brother or just simply hanging out somewhere around the campus for study sessions and whatnots. Rindou would be lying to himself if he said his mind wasn’t playing hundreds of scenarios of what would happen once you two get inside your dorm, he wants to curse himself for thinking that way but he just can’t help it, not when you literally drive him crazy.
Rindou didn’t notice that the both of you had already arrived in the building and was now standing in front of your door, you swiped your ID card on the reader and it made a little noise before you opened the door. He took in your room, it wasn’t decorated as much and looked like your typical university dorm but it was cozy, it was definitely smaller than his and Ran’s but it made sense as this was only built to accommodate one person.
“Did you… want anything? Water? Something to eat?” you asked Rindou as you made your way to your kitchen to set the bags down on the counter after taking your shoes and scarf off, before he could respond, a knock caught both of your attention. Were you having someone else over tonight? Rindou thought. A slight pang of jealousy made its way to his chest.
You walked past him and opened the door, Rindou took a few steps closer as well, curious to see who would be knocking at your door at this time; a pink haired man came into view as you swung the door open. Who the fuck dyes their hair pink? Rindou thought to himself, but he couldn’t really say much, not with the purple hair he had.
“Oh, hey! Did you manage to get that thing I asked about? So sorry for making you run an errand for me— Oh… am I interrupting something?” the stranger’s turquoise eyes darted between you and Rindou, slight embarrassment dawning upon his pretty face.
“Shit, thanks for reminding me, and yes, I did manage to buy. Also, Rindou, this is Haruchiyo, he lives next door. Haru, this is Rindou, a friend of mine. I’ll be right back, I’ll grab it real quick.” you quickly introduced both men to one another before leaving them two alone to grab the item Haru asked you to buy. Rindou awkwardly cleared his throat, his hand coming up to scratch his nape, “So uh… what’s your major?”.
Haruchiyo, who was mindlessly fidgeting with his hands, looked up at Rindou “Hm? Oh, Chemistry. The same as her.” he answered, pointing a finger in your general direction. Rindou slowly nodded, letting out a small ‘oh’ at the information, if he was being honest, Rindou could care less about this man in front of him but you were taking too long to find the damn item Haruchiyo asked you to buy, so he had to act like he was interested in the stranger in front of him.
Before Rindou could open his mouth for another question–in which he wouldn’t be interested in the answer–to the pink haired man in front of him, you finally came back with the item Haru had asked you to buy. It was the hair dye he saw you place into the basket earlier, pink hair dye.
Oh, so that’s what the hair dye was for…, Rindou thought. Haruchiyo smiled and eagerly grabbed the small box as you handed it over to him, “A life saver, Thanks! I’ll get going now and transfer you the money… Nice meeting you, Rindou.” Rindou gave him a nod of acknowledgement before Haruchiyo left.
Rindou couldn’t pinpoint what it was but he didn’t like Haruchiyo, not one bit. Maybe it was the way his turquoise eyes lit up when you came back into the view, or maybe it was because you two were practically living next door, or maybe it was basically a given that you and Haruchiyo see each other almost every day as you’re both doing the same major— 
What the actual fuck, Rindou. Get your shit together. He mentally cursed himself.
“How long have you known him for?” Rindou asked as he followed you further into your dorm, he pulled a wooden chair out from the dining table which scraped the wooden floor a little too loud, Rindou winced at the sound before sitting on the chair. “Hm? I’ve known Haru since first year…” you explained your friendship with Haruchiyo to him while sorting the things you bought, but he didn’t really listen because the only thing in his mind was the nickname you gave the pink haired man.
Haru.
Why didn’t he get a nickname? He wanted a nickname.
Before Rindou could finally reply, you were already giving him a confused look, “You okay? Been spacing out a lot… also, did you want to watch a movie to pass time?” you walked over to your small living room and sat on the two-seater couch, the black leather creaking under your weight. Rindou stood up from his seat and awkwardly padded over to where you were, “Yeah, I’m fine.” he sat next to you, shoulders brushing against one another.
“What movie did you want to wat—” “Some girl in my class asked me out today.” he cut you off, it was true, a classmate had asked him out after one of his classes today and he has yet to give an answer. Rindou didn’t know why he brought it up, he just felt like he had to but he didn’t know for exactly what reason. His sudden confession caught you off guard. You met his stare, amethyst eyes unwavering, there it was again, that weird glint in his eyes.
You don’t know how long you two looked into each other's eyes, one, two, three or more seconds? Until you finally spoke up, uncertainty in your tone, “Congrats?... what did you say?” you shifted your gaze to your fingers, picking on your nails. To be very honest, you weren’t happy for him. Not one bit.
You were jealous, you wished you had the courage that girl did but you didn’t, and now someone else is out there trying to claim him. Your Rindou. But then again, you didn’t know where your status stood with him, he never clarified what you two were because after the days that he tested the boundaries, he would act indifferent, like he didn’t just hold your hand the other day, like he didn’t almost kiss you. For fucks sakes, you were confused as hell.
You didn’t know what to make of the information but it had you wanting to hear his answer more than anything. Had he said yes? What if he did and they’d already gone on a date before he came by the library today? My goodness you were so fucking pathetic for hiding your feelings for Rindou. You wanted to pull your hair out because the possibility of Rindou saying yes is high—
“I haven’t given her an answer… but I know I’ll most likely say no.” Oh my god you knew it. You fucking knew he’d say yes to—
Wait what?
Oh.
Oh.
“Why not? I’m sure she’s nice—” “I want someone else.” you met his gaze again, this time you stared into each other's eyes much longer. It was so silent that you could hear your own racing heartbeat, the ticking of the clock on the wall, your breaths that's become shallow, you didn’t know how to respond. You could feel tingles all over your body as he looked at you like he wanted you, you swear your head was almost spinning with how close Rindou suddenly was.
Your senses were heightened. You could smell his sweet scent that drove you oh so crazy, you could feel the heat he radiated, but this time it was burning. It wasn’t just warm, no. It was hot, he was hot, literally. He burns for you. You didn’t miss the way his lavender eyes slowly traced your features one by one before finally settling on your plump lips. And you also didn’t miss the way Rindou took in a sharp breath as he stared at them, almost as if it pained him to not be kissing it at this very moment. Fuck, he was so tempted.
“Can I… kiss you?” he whispered as he once again met your gaze, and thickly swallowed. God, the only thing holding him back at this very moment was your permission, he wouldn’t know what to do if you said no.
With how gorgeous Rindou looked right now, you couldn’t trust your voice so you just slowly nodded your head. You swore Rindou muttered a faint ‘fuck’ under his breath before he wasted no time to close the gap between the two of you.
You were sweet. So fucking sweet. He was now fully facing you–his left shoulder touching the backrest of the sofa–your chin situated between his right thumb and index finger, tilting your head toward him as he devoured you. His kisses were hungry and rough, like there was some sort of history behind it all, like he’d been waiting his whole life to do just this.
But you couldn’t complain, never, you liked it a lot; your whole body was burning with lust, sparks flying as Rindou pressed further into you with desperation as if you were about to turn into dust any time and slip out of his very hands.
Rindou was out of his mind. Your lips were soft and pillowy against his, just how he liked it, and it drove him crazy. The way you let out soft moans against his lips, the way both your hands clung tightly onto his hoodie, like it was the only thing that’s keeping you grounded right now. So responsive. So vulnerable. He wanted to ruin you so bad.
You don’t know how but Rindou managed to slip you out of your jacket, only noticing that it was off as the cold air of your dorm engulfed your bare arms. You slowly pulled away from Rindou to catch your breath, slightly pushing him away as he was trying to catch your lips. He leaned his forehead against your, both your chests heaving, breaths mixing together as you two basked in warm silence. Rindou wasn’t done with you.
He gave your now swollen lips a peck before heading for your cheek, trailing light kisses down your jaw until he reached your neck. Rindou gave you soft experimental kisses where your shoulder met your neck, to which you responded with sweet whines and the call of his name. “Fuck… Rindou.” you breathed out as he licked a stripe up your neck and sucked on the same spot that made you whine for him.
Your hands flew up to his lavender hair as Rindou began trailing kisses down to your collar bones. “R-rindou wait! Hold on…” you slowly pushed him away as you felt his hands attempting to tug your shirt up, Rindou pulled away, concern clouding his lustful gaze as he questioned you, “What’s the matter? Did I hurt you?” he panted out. You shook your head but he saw something different in your eyes, like there was something you wanted to say.
“Rindou?” “Hm?” “What are we?”
There. You said it, you said the question that’s been buried deep into the back of your mind ever since your established friendship with Rindou Haitani.
“I–I don't…? We’re friends, what do you mean?” his brows furrowed. You had to close your eyes and take a deep breath, anger bubbling up from within, “Exactly, Rindou! We’re friends… and friends don’t do this, right?” you argued with desperation in your tone. Is he fucking dumb? Did he really just have the audacity to say ‘we’re friends’ after he marked your neck dark red and purple? After he just kissed you like a starved man? After almost slipping you out of your shirt? 
Rindou knew that. He knew that friends didn’t act the way you two did but he just wasn’t ready to face this conversation. Yes, he’s a coward, and a big one at that.
“Why did you even tell me that some girl in your class asked you out? What do you feel for me, Rindou?” you pressed further, wanting immediate answers from the man in front of you. He had an expression you couldn’t understand, like he looked troubled. Fighting a mental war within himself while he remained quiet.
Your heart sank as he just sat there avoiding eye contact, your once lustful gaze turning into nothing but mere anger and possibly hatred. “I think I should go…” he mumbled–more to himself than to you–quickly scrambling from the couch and towards your door. The fucking audacity, you thought. “Really, Rindou?! You’re just going to run away like a fucking coward? We’re both adults here for fucksakes! At least face this head-on!” you stood up, raising your voice at him, but Rindou never said anything nor turned back once. He just quietly put his shoes on and left without a word.
The slam of the door resonated throughout your dorm as you stood there all alone, your neck marked and heart broken in a million pieces by someone that was never yours from the very start. You felt dumb. How foolish of you to think he actually felt the same way, maybe he just stuck around because of lust. You felt so used and angry that tears uncontrollably fell from your eyes, your breathing erratic but this time it's from anger. You sat down on the couch and took deep breaths while closing your eyes, wishing it would all just go away once you open them back again.
Rindou was unpredictable but was this really what you loved about him?
You felt like shit. For the past few weeks, you were in a sour mood, nothing entertained nor interested you. You watched the hues of red and purple on your neck fade as days passed. Rindou stopped coming by the end of your shifts at the library, he never texted or called to apologize about that night, he didn’t wait for you outside your dormitory to walk you to class, he didn’t wait outside your class to hangout at the library.
It was like Rindou was never even there from the start. It wasn’t hard for him to avoid you as you were both in different faculties–him being in the Arts and you being in the Science Faculty–although you did wish that you would run into him somehow when you headed over to the School of Arts for the general education class you had with Ran.
Hangouts with Ran became less frequent as he was embarrassed about what his younger brother did to you, it was also limited to either the library or somewhere around the campus, as going back to his and Rindou’s shared dorm was no longer a viable option. But he acted indifferent toward you, despite the situation. Ran cherished his friendship with you and he was not going to let his younger brother taint it.
It was one of those nights where you binged watched movies up to the point where your eyes couldn’t handle it anymore. The clock on your laptop read ‘2:39 am’, your eyes were droopy and you couldn’t care less about the movie playing in front of you, the voices of the actors turning into a soft muffled sound as you fought to stay awake. You were on your bed, your laptop that was once resting on your stomach slowly sliding off and onto the sheets.
Loud desperate knocks on your door jolted you awake, your heart rate suddenly increasing from the unexpected loud sound at this hour of the morning. You swore that if it was Haru knocking at this ungodly hour, you were not only going to kill him, but also ignore his desperate pleas for help during your laboratory sessions. You let out a grunt as you threw your sheets off you and moved your laptop out of the way.
Your warm feet slowly padded against the cold wooden floor as you made your way over to your door. You weren’t too worried about it being an intruder as the building did require ID cards to present before entering it, therefore suggesting that whoever is knocking at your door is a student; with a sigh, you undid the locks and slowly opened the door, “I swear to god Haruchiyo, if you’re asking me to dye your hair this early again—” your sentence was cut short as the opened door did in fact not reveal your pink haired friend.
The man who stood before you was purple haired. Your heart skipped a beat.
The same man who has been avoiding you like the plague, and who disappeared without a single explanation. Rindou looked like shit. The bags under his eyes were prominent, his purple hair tousled and chest heaving. Did he run here? At 2 in the fucking morning? You thought.
You didn’t know how to feel about this, a part of you wanted to slam the door shut and go back to your warm sheets but the other part wanted to see where this went. You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out, there was nothing in your mind at this very moment. All you knew is that your heart yearned for him but you couldn’t look him in the eye, not when he left you hanging like that.
“I’ve been thinking about you…” Rindou was the first one to break the silence, his amethyst eyes studying your features with concern. You looked tired, too, and empty. Your eyes didn’t hold that special glint in them like before.  “I don’t know what else to say to you.” you quietly responded, looking anywhere but his eyes; you knew if you made eye contact with them, you’d be sucked back in and forget about everything else, but you can’t be fooled anymore. Not for a second time.
Rindou let out a heavy sigh, “Please look at me..” his tone laced with pure desperation, it pained you to hear him like this, he sounded so broken and lost, like he didn’t know what was right or wrong anymore. “Rindou, look, this clearly isn’t a good idea. I know you don’t feel the same way—”
“Please, can we just talk about this?” he cut you off, coming a step closer, to which you responded by defensively taking a step back. Rindou noticed this and refrained himself from coming any closer, like he might hurt you if he did. “Can I come in? Please, I just want to talk things out… that’s the least I can do for you.” he watched as you weighed out the pros and cons of letting Rindou inside, biting your lower lip as you decided.
With a sigh, you fully opened the door, stepping aside as you replied with, “I guess there’s no harm in that…” you finally met his eyes, his gaze softening like it was the only thing he needed to calm the storm behind his stare.
You both made your way to the couch, where all this mess started.
The black leather creaked under your weights as the both of you settled on it, both uncomfortably clinging to each end of the couch, not wanting to make awkward physical contact with one another.
Rindou cleared his throat and fully turned to you, “I’m sorry. It took me so long to realize my feeli— no, actually, I’ve known my feelings for you ever since but..” he trailed off, looking down at his hands. It shouldn’t have made you this happy to know that, but your heart couldn’t help but skip a beat. He liked you back.
“...I don’t know what got into me that night. I guess I was just… scared?” Rindou sighed, burying his face in his palms. Maybe he should’ve just stayed home. No matter how much he can explain himself, there was just no justifying for what he did to you that night. He had no right to devour you like that and leave within the next minute because he got scared of your question.
It was your turn to face him, brows furrowed, anger and confusion slowly seeping into you, “Scared? Scared of what, Rindou?” you questioned, slightly raising your voice. You’ve had enough of his bullshit. “God, I don’t know, okay?!” Rindou removed his face from his palms and looked at you, tears welling up in his eyes.
He closed them for a bit to try and steady his breathing. “I just like you so much that I don’t even know what to do anymore. I just want to be with you, I want to be by your side as much as I can, and it hurts me that I made you cry..” Rindou avoided your gaze as he opened his eyes again. He was never the type to genuinely confess his feelings nor was the sappy type, so you knew this was very difficult for him to do, and you respected him for going out of his comfort zone.
Now it was your turn to ask him to look at you, it took you several attempts before he finally did so. A single tear ran down his cheek as he made eye contact with you, god, you wanted to hug him so bad. You forced a small smile, “You can have me, Rindou… I’ve been yours from the very start.” you whispered, your eyes never leaving his, to reassure him that you meant every single word you said.
Before he could reply, you started speaking again, “..I’m so tired of having somebody that’s not mine.”
“A-and I know you feel the same way as I do… but do you still want me?” you inched closer to him, your eyes holding his intense gaze, you weren’t about to back down from this. You needed to know his answer. “I want you so fucking bad that it physically hurts me. Call me shameless but that’s exactly how I feel.” Rindou replied, his voice dropping an octave while he held your gaze. Two can play at this game, he thought. Something in the air shifted, the mood was now completely different.
You let out a dry chuckle, “Show me how shameless you are, then. Why don’t you write it on my neck?”
Rindou swore under his breath, wasting no time pressing his lips against your own, he missed this so much. He missed the way the warmth of your lips ignited his whole body, he missed the way his chest tingled with delight, he missed the way you moaned against his lips even though he had barely touched you.
He pulled away and trailed hot open-mouthed kisses on your jaw and down to your neck, where you liked him the most. “Mhm… Rindou…” you moaned out his name, both hands flying to his hair, pushing him closer to your neck as he nibbled on the same spot he had previously marked, paying extra attention to it as it made you moan his name in a way that he isn’t going to forget any time soon. “Fuck, you’re so needy for me, huh?” Rindou swore, his voice raspy and low. It did things to you.
You let out a whine as he trailed even further down, sucking on your collarbones. His mouth felt so heavenly against your bare skin, but you needed more. You wanted to be closer to him. “R-rindou…” you whined, you don’t even know what you want from him but saying his name just felt right. “What do you want, princess? Use your words.” He gave your collarbone–that was now littered with hues of purple and red–one last peck before swiftly tugging your shirt off.
The cool early morning air hit your bare chest, you shuddered as Rindou sucked on a spot just above your nipple, his warm mouth being a complete contrast from the air. He gently pushed you further into the couch until your back was met with the cool leather, and Rindou was on top of you, in between your legs. “Oh fuck..” you threw your head back against the arm rest as he placed a nipple inside his mouth, alternating between sucking and licking, he gave your other breast attention using his hand, massaging it and rolling the bud between his fingers. Rindou panted heavily against your chest, “So pretty for me.”
He made his way back up and kissed you once again, grinding his clothed cock against you, he let out a whine as he rested his face on your neck. The friction felt so good, he didn’t know if he was even gonna last long. “Fuck, I want you so bad.” he groaned, teeth clenching from the unbearable pleasure he felt.
“I’m all yours, Rindou.”
With that, he showed you how badly he wanted you, over and over again. You saw parts of him that you haven’t seen before, the vulnerability, the intimacy, and the true feelings he held for you. And oh, you were finally able to see the entirety of his tattoo, from his arm, right down to his ankles and everything in between.
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mitsuyafics · 3 months
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TR boys when you use their first name for the first time.
gender neutral reader
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Includes : Mikey, Mitsuya, Inui, and Hanma.
Note : Implied NSFW, a little angsty on Inui’s.
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Tell me if you want me to do others !!
Manjiro Sano
Mikey had been your boyfriend for around a year before you decided to try to use his first name. You usually used pet names or just calling him Mikey, but you really wanted to know what he’d think.
“Mikey~” You called out, as your boyfriend stayed on your chest, cuddling deeper into your body.
“Mikey, we have to get up. The gang will be waiting on us soon..”
He continued to ignore you, his eyes closed and a small smile on his face. Light breathing and the sound of birds outside filled the room.
Finally, you gathered enough courage.
“M..Manjiro..” You said quietly, a slight heat rushing to your face. The heat became even greater when his head sprung up at you, his gaze directly on your eyes.
“What did you just say?”
That tone. Was he mad at the random drop of his government name?
“U-Uh.. Manjiro..” You kept your confidence even though it was starting to falter.
“Say it again.” He demanded, his tone and face stone cold.
“Manjiro”
Suddenly a big smile showed on his face, and he started to kiss all over yours.
“Call me that from now on, yeah?” He smiled again, continuing his ministrations.
“Manjiro! That tickles” You giggled, extremely happy at how this turned out.
Mitsuya Takashi
It wasn’t long before you decided to call Mitsuya by his first name. It just kinda slipped out because of how much Hakkai would say it. Besides that, He just has such a pretty first name.
“Luna, Mana, I’m home!”
“Taka-nii!”
“Nii-chan!”
They yelled, running down the stairs.
“You brought Y/n-nee too! Yay!” Luna smiled, as both sisters hugged onto your legs.
“Hi my loves, how was school?”
You and the girls got into random conversations about the day, smiling and laughing.
Mitsuya started dinner, while softly smiling at the sight. He adored the way you got along with his sisters. It only pushed the attraction he already had for you.
After a while of talking with his sisters, you told them you were going to help him with dinner, and left them to play.
“Hi Love” He smiled when you walked towards him.
“Need any help, Takashi?”
Suddenly he froze, the knife he was using to cut vegetables dropped beside him, luckily not hitting anything.
“W-What?”
“Did I say something wrong? Was it too early to call you that..?” Anxiety started to creep into your mind like a wildfire. Everything in you telling you to apologize and say Mitsuya instead.
“N-No!” He turned around, and grabbed your hands. A smile present on his face. “Could you repeat that..?”
“Do you need any help, Mitsuya..?”
He frowned, “That’s not what you said..”
You swallowed the lump in your throat and tried again.
“Takashi..”
Suddenly one of his hands left yours and he hid his face behind it.
His ears shined red and he smiled brightly.
“Yes, I would love your help.. Please call me that more.”
“O-Okay!” You smiled brightly, happy he was okay with it.
“My name has never sounded better than it did when you said it..”
Inui Seishu
Inui had been your best friend since he originally joined Toman. Both him and Koko leaned towards you more than anyone else from the first division.
You had always thought Inui was so pretty, which Kokonoi noticed fairly quickly. He teased you about it often before you two got together.
You didn’t like calling Inui the same name as everyone else, which is where the thought of using his first name came from.
One night, you were hanging out with him in the old bike shop Inui stayed at. Usually Koko would be here too, but he had something going on he said he “had to deal with”.
“Are you hungry? I brought some food from the store..”
“Yeah I am, Thank you Seishu.”
He froze, The bag in his hand dropping to the floor. Suddenly you regretted this decision greatly. Especially when you noticed tears underlining his eyes.
“Inui! I’m sorry!” You rushed over to him, wiping his tears, a worried expression on your face.
He just stared at you, before pulling you into his arms and sobbing into your shoulder.
“I’m so sorry Inui.. I didn’t mean to hurt you..”
“No..” He cleared his throat, “Please call me that again..”
“Are you sure?? Uh.. I’m sorry, Seishu.”
His sobs got harder for a bit longer, as you held him tightly.
“Do you know.. how long I’ve waited to hear that name..?”
“What are you talking about..?”
“I’ve waited so long.. for someone to see me as just me.. Seishu..”
He sniffled again into your shoulder, before leaning back and holding your face with so much care, as if you could break at any second.
“I’ve always seen you as you, Seishu”
His eyes teared up again, and he smiled, before bringing you into a kiss beyond anything you’ve felt before. He put his all into that kiss.
That night he showed you exactly how much you meant to him. How much he loved you.
Hanma Shuji
Hanma and you started as a fling that just stayed to each other. There wasn’t any stated commitment, yet neither of you went to anyone else.
You thought about saying his name so many times, but never got the courage to. Until you were at a party with the Toman members.
The bar was filled with people, most tipsy and on the dance floor while Rindou Haitani played music for the whole crowd.
Hanma has never entertained anyone else, so you never felt the need to get possessive or jealous ever. Until this party.
“You’re Hanma right?” The girl slurred, “Wow. You really are as handsome as people say, Reaper.”
“Thanks.” He replied, before going back to his conversation with Kazutora.
“Are you here alone? I could show you a good time tonight, if you’d like~” She flirted, slowly getting closer to him before you walked up.
Placing yourself on Hanma’s lap, You smiled and kissed his cheek.
“Hi Shuji~ I missed you. Oh? Who is this?” You asked nicely, while smirking at the girl.
“Just some random girl. Says she can give me a good time. You believe that, doll?” He smirked.
“Oh! By all means try, But remember who he’s coming back to after, okay?” I smiled her way, as she scoffed and walked off.
He places a few sloppy kisses along your neck before smiling up at you.
“Was that jealousy, Doll? That side of you was.. extremely hot..”
“What can I say, You’ve been mine for a while.” You smiled, placing a slow kiss on his lips.
“Ugh. Get a fucking room.” Kazutora scoffed.
Suddenly you were picked up as Hanma stood, “Oh don’t worry, we will” He smirked as he walked away from Kazutora.
“Oh and doll?”
“Yes?”
“Be sure to call me Shuji for the rest of the night~”
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gfmich · 1 year
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haunted manjiro sano x reader
cw bonten timeline / angst (?)
here’s my content masterlist (#´^`)
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“..manjiro?”
you wanted to cry, really really bad.
he stands there as if he were some stranger and in some sense.. he was. it’s been a decade since the battle of the three deities, since he ran away from everyone—his grandfather, toman and you. there wasn’t a goodbye, no declaration of what he was planning and within the years everyone watched it all from afar.
the start of the most dangerous criminal organization that ran through japan, led by him.
you remember when takemichi voiced the truth of time-traveling, according to him; there was no better future than this one and mikey was the exception of what was so great about it. he never got to see the great end of it, he just kept losing within the timelines and the darkness that consumes him.
he’s drenched, you think.
tears threatened to fall, as you took his appearance. the platinum hair that sticks against his forehead, familiar to his late adopted brother and despite concluding that he was no longer the boy you knew—the boy that you loved and bereaved for when he disappeared. it was clear that he's been matured by experience, jaded in some aspects and for that, your heart ached painfully. 
“i.. um, wait here. let me get you a towel.” you murmured, turning around to retrieve a towel for him.
patiently, mikey remains still in the silence from the exception of your footsteps and hushed curses. his distant gaze narrows when you return, musing in your desperation to provide him some warmth with the towel.
“‘see you haven’t changed much.” mikey voices, hoarse from the lack of usage. he notes the way your movements hesitate before resuming, muttering about your opposition and he doesn’t attempt to insist that you were wrong.
he doesn’t expect an actual response, he knows that millions of thoughts are parading your mind; telling you to bombard him with questions, pleas.. maybe even telling you to run from him. you’re scared, he doesn’t blame you and if it brought you comfort—he would tell you that he feels the same, he’s terrified.
but he won’t.
he knows you need the reassurance but you deserve much more than that, more from him. but him? he doesn’t deserve your warm endeavors, he doesn’t even deserve your presence and that haunted gaze that doesn’t leave his head and seemingly enough.. that’s what you spare.
“you know,..” mikey starts once more, airing a humorless laugh out of his throat. “you shouldn’t let strangers into your home, let alone criminals.”
you smile solemnly, recognizing a faux light-hearted tone—similar to the one he would use back then. “you’re not a stranger. you’re manjiro sano, my manjiro sano.”
stop.
“my childhood boyfriend.. toman leader and founder.”
stop it.
“you were a show-off, especially with that strength of yours.”
stop it please.
“just having to be strong.” you laugh bitterly, lowering your gaze down at your shoes as the towel follows; falling to the floor. “in front of everyone.. alone, pretending to need no one.”
stop.
mikey’s hands curl into a fist, dismissing the pain from his nails pressing crescents into his palm. he didn’t come for you to reminisce about what he had, to remind him of what was lost and what he needed to leave behind—he shouldn’t have returned, he should turn back around and forget you as you should forget him.
he doesn’t know if it's the work of his mind but your voice grows more faint, blocking you out and he considers that this is his chance to leave but he blanks out when your voice becomes clear at a specific part.
“i hated you for so long.”
he blinks before turning back up at you and suddenly, his thoughts begin to fickle—forcing him to contemplate but it stills when you find your voice once more. “the moment you left, i started to hate you because you didn’t warn me.. you didn’t allow me to prepare to lose you.” he hears it, he hears the long-lasting pain that he bestowed on you.
“for fuck’s sake,” you breathe out, your fingers twitching at the flicker of emotions that you’re crossing. “i’ve watched and recorded every news outlet that has mentioned you and what you’ve been up to for the past 10 years, just searching for answers for the creation of bonten.. for the creation of this.”
there’s a pause, hesitant to continue or at least an uncertainty for what you want to admit since you’re at the peak of your vulnerability but he patiently waits. tell him. tell him how much you hate him and are disgusted by who he has become.
mikey feels a sudden warmth around his wrist, not realizing how his hands unconsciously open and your hands fall into his own and suddenly he’s confused—conflicted at the change. he fish-mouths for a bit, trying to find the words to say but instead he lowers his head, unable to look you completely in the eye.
why are you doing this? why are you doing this to him? he doesn’t deserve this or you but he comes to when he feels a small squeeze at his hand. 
“warn me this time, manjiro.” you whisper, your plea for him to do what he couldn’t.
he recalls his proclaimed strength, the counterfeit emotions that treaded along with him and for a second, he finds the courage—not to speak but to make contact with you, pretending that he’s not affected by the way you were fighting back tears and he inches closer, fingers still intertwined.
you squeeze your eyes shut when his lips linger over the skin of your cheek but not touching.
“in another timeline, we’ll be happy and together.” you swallow down the lump in your throat, the urge to sob as mikey concludes. “i promise.”
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znitsamluv · 6 months
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How would Baji,Chifuyu, Mitsuya react if they found out that their classmate (and Crush) is actually the boss/ Number two Boss of an enemy gang?
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Aw oh !
Note : I had so much fun writing this one so I hope you enjoyed it !
Warnings: some mentions of gang fights but nothing detailed
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Baji
Baji never really cared or paid attention to the other students with him in class well of course except for chifuyu .
Until that day he will never forget where you entered the classroom with that sweet smile you shined at everyone around you, Baji isn't the type to fall at first sight so it was lots of moments that made him set his heart on making you his , especially after that one time where peke j followed him to school and he didn't notice until he saw peke J in your arms as you cooed at the cute cat unknown to you that it belongs to Baji .
" I am telling you! She is an angel she looks like a beam of soft light !"
" are you sure it wasn't that big ass glasses you wear being fogged ?"
Chifuyu had to endure Baji talking about you most of the time that chifuyu already memorized your school routine from Baji's nonstop stories about you.
Baji saw you as a sweet girl who wouldn't hurt a fly so he almost passed out when he saw you in the front lines of the gang they were about to fight with, once the fight started his only goal was to find you first before another member does as the thought of someone hurting you made his jaw clench and blood boil , when he saw you in the field knocking toman members left and right he made his way to you, and you had the same reaction to seeing Baji as he did .
" Nerds can fight?"
The moment you said that you can see his soul leaving his body as he stared in disbelief, to his surprise you didn't hold back it was like a different person from the one he meets every morning.... he loved the contrast.
He lets you hit him as much as you want since he doesn't have the heart to hurt you and after the fight his face was all swollen and red from punches so chifuyu ran to him to make sure he was ok but felt weirded out when he saw a lovesick smile on His beaten up face .
" You ok ...? "
" She pulled my hair and I felt her soft hands from her punches"
" ??????"
The next morning at school you made your way to him and gave him a snack you had and left without saying anything, Baji understood you must have felt bad from hitting him yesterday and for the rest of the day he daydreamed about you, the snack you gave him is left untouched and taken care of on top of his bedroom drawer, he almost knocked chifuyu out cold for trying to eat it .
Chifuyu
He first noticed you when you were reading the last released volume of the manga he likes and got out his own manga from his backpack and walked in front of you 5 times back and forth trying to make you notice him until you finally did the 6th time .
You were happy to have someone to talk to about that underrated manga and Chifuyu was happy to talk to you, he listened to you as you talked about your favorite character and agreed with you on your hatred for that one side character , you guys also found out you live a block away from each other so for the last week you two would go to school together and walk back home together.
Chifuyu was worried and anxious to tell you that he can't walk home today since toman has a fight but he was surprised when you told him you will be busy after school he wanted to ask what will you be doing but he didn't want to seem nosy.
The poor guy had a heart attack when he saw you standing between your gang members all high and mighty , you stared back at toman as your eyes scanned the members and Chifuyu can see your eyes softened once you saw him , once the fight began you two didn't see each other as you two were busy but from time to time you two would look at the other fighting to make sure the other wasn't hurt , Chifuyu also acted like he was going to fall and took a member with him as he met the ground as that member was going to hit you when you weren't looking it was a sneaky move to protect you.
After the fight and after every one left you both sat in silence on the pavement, you two were exhausted and in slight pain but chose to stay like this for a while , neither wanted to talk first just sat in silence watching the sunset and the orange gradient of the sky kissing your skin , despite everything chifuyu felt his heart flutter. In that moment both of your phones received a notification in the same time so you opened it and immediately you both stood up happily.
" The new volume is out ! "
" let's go buy it !"
The people in the mange store looked at you weirdly seeing two beaten up teenagers giggling happily as they talked about nothing and everything, but chifuyu didn't care about the stares how could he focus on anyone else when you are in front of him with that sweet smile .
Mitsuya
Mitsuya is used to walking his little sisters to their kindergarten class even though it was far from the classroom building he attends but he wouldn't feel safe leaving them alone , the second his little sisters entered the class he turned his head once he heard a little girl call out his sister's name , he noticed you walking behind that little girl he assumes is your sister with a warm smile watching her interact with his sisters , you were wearing the same uniform as him so he walked to you to introduce himself, he was gentleman after all , he noticed the warm aura surrounding you, it was like a magnet attracting him the more he talked to you.
It all started as a friendship you joined the fashion club at school which mitsuya runs .
Mitsuya can't explain how he felt but the way his heart skips a beat when you compliment his work or the way his cheeks heat up when you lean closer to look at his designs , he loved watching you concentrate on your designs the way your eyes sparkle in passion and the way you hold your ground when receiving criticism, you were mature just like him .
It didn't take long for him to get attached to you , his day wasn't complete without you, he didn't even believe it was possible that he had come to hate the weekend because he couldn't see you , the way you move around the design studio, the way you insist on carrying the heavy fabrics around and the way you are sweet and kind to everyone made him love you more than he thought he was capable of .
Mitsuya came one day earlier than usual and saw you fixing a gang uniform, he asked you about it and you answered honestly, For the most part he was worried, he was worried you might get hurt but he knows you are capable of standing your ground.
It's your life and he can't pull you away from it just like you can't do to him , so you made a promise that what happens in the gang life stay there but outside of it they can do whatever they want .... in the end you were made for each other
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nnajiro · 10 months
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sano manjiro x reader
can we sit like this for a little while?...
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on days like these, where everything was quiet and peaceful, you and mikey, your boyfriend chose to sit in silence in the presence of the other. as the blue hour began, the one second in which the night birds fell asleep and the morning ones still rest, where everything is as quiet as a nap’s dream, only the soft wind being present
“you know, at times like this i remember why i fell for you”
you hummed in response, allowing him to continue
“in the moments of quietness, i see how calm i am with you, when i am with others just cant help but wander”
you looked at him catching his eye fast enough since he was already looking at you. his features were your favourite thing to watch, his little pores on his nose and his beautiful smiling lines forming as he laughed, the way his eyelashes moved and those pure black eyes…
“i feel the same with you”
you finally replied, feeling your heart being completely full with adorations towards this boy infront of you, whom you call your boyfriend
you guys breathed out in sync as the two of you leaned in to rest each others heads on the others shoulder, bumping heads in the process
you both whined and started chuckling together at the silly move
“c’mere”
he muttered as he patted his shoulder, you stared in his eyes in awe as he let you win. his shoulder being so comfortable despite the roughness of his skin
“do you ever think about the future?”
almost like a whisper he said, his eyes moving around the room you two were in, making sure you were sitting comfortable by watching over you
“what about it?”
the rusty chuckle he let out made your stomach feel things as you closed your eyes to hear his breathing
“you answered my question with a question again”
there was a moment of silence before you spoke again
“i dont really, im too afraid i will loose the present moment if i do so”
you leaned back on the couch again, looking at his side profile as he stared at the closed tv infront of him. you took a strand of his hair and pulled it back behind his ear, making his beautiful dark eyes look into yours, as always making you feel things as you saw your reflection in them
“i do”
he muttered
“a lot”
you found his eyes moving away from yours, carefully avoiding the continuation that was about to come anyway
“about what?”
he stood up immediately, wanting to break the silence and ruin the intense mood he was making himself, and grabbed you off of the couch, tickling at your sides as he did so
“ahahh shdusb bahahah! mikey wha—“
you found yourself moving back to fight against his tickles, falling abruptly on the soft mattress of his bed
he looked down at you form where he stood, he adored the way your body looked and how your hair framed your beautiful face, how your eyes looked so soft towards his and how warm your skin was everytime he held your hand
you saw as his figure stood infront of you, everything you loved stood right there looking down at you
“you’re so pretty”
he said softly as he towered over you, releasing all of his weight on top of you in a hug
“uuhhh you are so heavy mikey!!”
but still you hugged him back, so grateful for being here with him
“i was thinking about our future”
he whispered in your spread out locks on his bed
“how i always want to be with you, from now on”
he finished, picking himself up by placing both hands to both sides of your head. you find yourself being silent and soon your hand moved out of instinct to the back of his head, fingers all over his ash blonde hair
you pulled him closer to you and soon there were only mere inches in between the two of you
“are we happy in that future version you are thinking about?”
you smiled softly as he leaned by his own will and kissed your soft lips, breaking it soon after and looking into your demanding eyes
“yea, really happy”
he chuckled once again before leaving his body to fall on you again causing you tho whine in pain once again
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The Death of Me (Ran Haitani x GN!Reader)
A/n: I AM SO FUCKING PISSED!!! THIS IS MY SECOND TIME TRYING TO WRITE THIS BECAUSE TUMBLR DELETED IT WHEN I WAS ALMOST DONE WRITING THIS. Whatever, just enjoy the Haitani content.
Warnings: Cussing, Angst to fluff, Rindou
Ran’s a heavy sleeper; you became painfully aware of this your first few nights sleeping together. You got used to it after some time. Despite being a heavy sleeper, he never talked in his sleep.
Until one night.
You woke up at some strange hour in the night to Ran twisting and turning in bed; quite a normal occurrence. You were just about to head back to sleep when you heard the mumbling. It wasn’t the type of mumbling that could pass as sleep talk; it was frantic, desperate, and full of emotion.
“Ran?” You whispered, “Ran, baby, wake up.”
The only response that Ran gave was a tearful whimper.
You sat up quickly and brushed the loose hairs on Ran’s forehead aside, “Ran, it’s not real, honey.”
He didn’t budge.
You didn’t want to pour water over Ran, so you opted for the more relaxed alternative. You grabbed the glass of water off the nightstand and dipped Ran’s long fingers into the water.
Ran shot up in the bed, shaking, covered in sweat, and tears streaming down his cheeks. You set the cup down before giving him your full attention.
“Hey, Ran,” You reached for your boyfriend, “You’re safe; everything’s alright.”
“Baby?” Ran turned to face you, his voice trembling, “You’re here?”
“Yes, dear, I’m here.”
“Good, I thought,” Ran wiped his face, “I thought you were…”
Ran never cries in front of others, so when Ran broke down sobbing into his hands, you had no clue what you could do to help him. 
“I’m here now, Ran,” You snaked your arm around his figure, “I’ll be with you forever, love. Shhh, it’s alright; I’ve got you now, everything’s fine.”
Ran nestled his face on your shoulder as he cried. You couldn’t help but feel bad for the oldest Haitani; it was clear that whatever happened in his dream must’ve been awful. Not even a minute after Ran began to cry, Rindou burst through the bedroom door.
“You two need to keep it down- oh, shit,” Rindou sat on the bed next to his brother, “You doing alright, big brother?”
Ran didn’t respond. Rindou looked to you for guidance, only to find that you were clueless as well. 
Rindou softened his voice, “Whatever happened is over now; you’re safe. You’re with Y/n and me, and we won’t let anything happen to you.”
With a few minutes of Rindou’s soft words and your hand down his back, Ran calmed down. 
“You guys can go,” Ran wiped his tears, “I’m fine.”
“‘Fine’ my ass! You’ve been sobbing for the past five minutes; you’re clearly not fine!” Rindou quickly noticed the harshness of his voice, “Shit, I didn’t mean to say it like that. I love you, Y/n loves you, and we want to know that you’re alright.”
You knew how Rindou struggled to express his emotions, so you knew that no matter how harsh his words sounded, he truly meant well for his older brother.
“Rin’s right, Ran,” You brushed more hair off of his face, “We both love you so much, and we both want to see you happy; so please, talk to us.”
Ran shook his head, “I don’t wanna talk about it right now.”
You looked over at Rindou, but the only response you got was a shrug.
“That’s alright, Ran,” You ran your fingers through his hair, “Think you can go back to sleep?”
Ran chuckled, “Not with 10,000 grams of melatonin.”
“Wanna watch a few movies or something?“ Rindou suggested, “I’ll make some popcorn and I’m sure we can fit a few moves in before we head to work.”
“You two have done enough already; just go back to sleep.”
“You think it’d bother me to watch movies with my family before work?” Rindou scoffed, “I don’t know about Y/n, but that doesn’t sound too bad.”
You shrugged, “I don’t have a problem with it, but if you two make me watch a shitty rom-com, I’m out.”
Rindou grinned, “Oh, I have just the movie for you.”
“If you make me watch How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days again, I’ll fuck you up for life.”
“Bet.”
“Both of you,” Ran put his arms out, “I get it, you two want me to watch something with you; just please don’t murder each other in the process.”
“You’ll watch some stuff with us?” You tilted his chin to look at you, “It’ll be fun!”
“If it’s the only way to prevent a murder, then sure.”
“Come on,” Rindou groaned, inspecting his brother’s face, “Smile, damnit!”
You reached your other hand over and forced Ran’s lips into a smile, “Look how happy he is, Rin!”
“You two are gonna be the death of me.”
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ghostlyforxst · 9 months
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GENDER: Female Reader
WARNINGS: Inappropriate Language, Jealousy, 18+, Fingering, Oral (Male Receiving), Cum Denial, Squirting, Slight! Hair Pulling. and Slight! Degrading
CHARACTER: Ran Haitani
WORD COUNT: 830
A/N - I've been wanting to write this for while now and I pleased that I got too, also got thigh riding one coming up soon just got to figure which character. Which character do y'all want?
ABRIVATION KEY: F/F = Favorite Food, Y/N = Your Name
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     Ran hated it, he hated the way your radiant lips were upturned into a smile at the coquettish waiter—oblivious of his flirtatious remarks and touchy-feely hands. 
     “And for the beautiful lady, F/F.” The waiter beamed as he laid the dish before you, his hand ghosting over yours purposely. 
     It pissed Ran off, and his irritability only intensified as you removed the napkin hidden beneath your plate. “Give that here.” 
    You peered up at Ran and reached over the table, complying with him. Ran’s eyes narrowed at the paper cloth, pupils trembling with rage, his calm demeanor unraveling. The bastard had inked his number into the napkin with ‘Need a better man? Call me.’ written below it. That sent Ran over the edge, baffled and angered at how the dumbass could soberly flirt with you when you are with him, he hops to his feet and rams his hands against the wooden table—frightening you and the surrounding customers.  
     Ran snatches you by the wrist, yanking you from the chair and out the restaurant. He needed to get away before he made the mistake of murdering that waiter.
     "Woah, where are we going?" You questioned, confused. “What is wrong with you, Ran?” 
     “What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with me!?” Ran laughed bitterly, roughly tugging the car door open and ushering you into the leather seat. “That damned waiter is what is wrong with me. Not just the waiter either, it’s how you didn’t even deny any of his actions and comments. But that doesn’t matter right now, because I’mma remind you who you belong to you fucking slut.” 
     Ran shuts the door noisily before rushing to the drivers, he revs up the car and speeds off. You glanced over at him, watching how his knuckles whitened at the grip of the steering wheel and his jaw clenching angrily. Your eyes wandered out the window, pondering on your words, the silence was strained and you hated it—-but his jealousy was secretly attractive. 
     “I’m sorry-” 
     Ran’s hand ceased your apology with a squeeze of your thigh, your breath quivering as his fingers inched up your leg and under your dress. 
     “No panties, huh?” Ran spoke, scowling before stroking a finger along your bare pussylips. 
     Your cheeks bloomed with embarrassment and you looked away, feeling yourself becoming aroused.  
     “Watch me, Y/N.” Ran grinned, pressing past your folds and kneading at your clit. “Watch the one who’s going to make a mess of you.”
     You whined hushly, your hips grinding into his hand.  
     “That’s right baby, make those pretty little noises.” He purred, a finger swirling around your hole before he eased it into your wetness. 
      Your nails raked against the seat, spreading your legs further apart, with a gasp. Knuckles deep, Ran retreats his finger from your puffy pussy before he adds another digit and thrusts them back into you with a slick slurp of your cunt. 
     “Ran…”You breathed, writhing with a humming whine.
     A lazy smirk comes to Ran's lips, feeling your pussy sucking and tightening around his fingers, and he eases his digits from your wetness before you can cum.
     Your thighs chafed against each other desperately and you seized his hand as you pleaded, “Please, please, please make me cum Ran!”  
      “I don’t think you deserve to cum,” he jested. 
     “No, please.” 
     Ran droned thoughtfully before lifting himself up from the seat fairly, a hand still resting on the steering wheel, and shimmied from his pants and boxers—his dick leaping from its confines.  
     “Suck.” 
     Your eyes broaden before hurdling over the middle compartment and taking his erection into your hand, parting your lips and circling the head of his cock with your tongue. His lips lifts with a snarl as his hand grasps your hair and bucks his hips into your mouth, plunging his dick into your wet heat. 
     ‘Honk!’ 
     “Shit.” He hissed, his free hand returning to the wheel. 
      You smiled broadly around his cock then you hollowed your cheeks and bounced your head, his trimmed pubes tickling your face. Ran inhales suddenly, slamming his head back against the headrest. Your hand slithers down to his balls, palming at them, as your sopping tongue runs along the veins of his dick.  Ran jolts, cock twitching, as his hot cum spurts down your constricting throat—choking you. 
     “Fuck, baby~” He curses, petting your head. “You definitely need a reward after that.” 
     Your heart thrums against your heaving chest, bobbing your head needily, and adjusting yourself back into your seat. Oh did your cunt throb excruciatingly, sobbing for a release. You sighed as Ran’s fingers made themselves at home in your pussy again, rocking with his fingers. You nibble on your lower lip, tilting your pelvis for him to hit that good spot, approaching your orgasm rapidly. Your back arches, a strained moan coming from you, as you squirted around him. 
     “Damn, all mine.” He gaped, shoving his fingers into his mouth and lapping your arousal up. “You taste so good~"
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h8ani · 6 months
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hi baby!!! this is for ur current event!!! ^^
i would like request numbers 38 and 41 in a childhood bestfriends to lovers (?) au with mitsuya from tr! <3
Nightmares
Pairing: Mitsuya Takashi x Reader
Anime: Tokyo Revengers
Word Count: 2.4k
Warnings: f!reader, reader has nightmares, takashi is sickeningly sweet in this
Hehehehe I finally finished this, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it 🥹🥹 Feel free to request more!
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You thought you had this under control, you really did, but the sweat on your palms and the way your breathing is staggered says otherwise. You’re usually able to calm yourself down and get back to sleep in an okay state, but you just couldn’t stop shaking, your heart was beating out of your chest and nothing you did could calm the static you felt in your body. Everything was tingly, it felt uncomfortable being in your bed, you felt uncomfortable being in your room, the nightmare that stays raging through your mind caused your cozy dimly lit room to form the terrors.
You didn’t want to resort to this but your body and feet willed you up and out of your bed. Fingers frantically turning your lights on causing your once dark room to be bright once again. The heartbeat that was once thumping in your ears had subsided, you could feel yourself calm down, though the shakiness in your body never settled. You stepped out of your room and walked to the opposite end of the apartment, feet shuffling quickly as the darkness in the apartment consumed you and you found yourself slipping in your roommate's room and closing the door faster than you meant to. The door shuts loudly and you mentally curse yourself and can only hope that you didn’t wake him up. You’re grateful his door was cracked open, it always is but you can only imagine how much louder you would’ve been if you had to open his door as well. You turn slowly, seeing his led lights glowing around his room brings a comfortable aura around you that the sigh that escapes you couldn’t be helped. You see Mitsuya sleeping peacefully, his head turned against his pillow and blankets covering most of his chest, you can’t help but feel bad for coming in unannounced now.
Mitsuya Takashi was your roommate for about two years now, though you’ve known him since you can remember. He was probably your closest friend thinking back on it, both of your mothers were childhood friends and they always laughed and said they’d do everything together. They went to the same school, had the same classes and coincidentally they got pregnant at the same time. You and Mitsuya were side by side all throughout life and even school, he even walked you back home before heading back to school to do his extracurricular activities. Once you both decided it was time to move out of your respective homes you both got a place together, you two have in simple terms been through everything together - although you’ve never had to wake him up in the middle of the night before.
You find yourself at the edge of his bed, he looks so peaceful you have half the mind to walk back out and deal with the after effects of your nightmare by yourself, but you knew it would just end up with you walking back to his room and finding yourself right where you left off.
“Takashi…” you mumble while slightly nudging him. He shifts by only a little, head rolling over to the other side. “Taka…Can I sleep here tonight?” You say louder, you can see him stir around more prominently while his head turns back to face you. His eyes slowly open and blink, it takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dim darkness that surrounds you. Once he finally sees you he lifts the blankets up giving you the silent okay to slip in.
You waste no time in getting under his blankets and cuddling up against him. He was warm like a furnace and you took all the warmth you could get. Your arms wrap around his waist while his arm settles around your shoulders and pulls you into him. “I’m sorry.” You apologize, unsure if the sudden heat you feel is because of your embarrassment or because of how warm he is. “I know your tired and this won’t-”
“Shh.” He quickly shushes you and closes his eyes once again.
“But-”
“I said shh.” His other hand reaches over and rubs your back, trying to soothe any anxieties you seem to have brought with you. You bite your tongue and don’t say anything else, just being around him soothed you enough that your body feels relaxed again. The tingling of your skin subsided along with just how tight your chest was feeling when you were in your own room.
Mitsuya didn’t mind you waking him up, he’s never been one to sleep through the night nor go to bed early anyways so a little disturbance of sleep by you was nothing that upset him. If he was being honest, having you by his side right now was a comfortable feeling to have.
You were quiet in his arms, you hadn’t made a sound since he shushed you and he thinks you’ve finally fallen back to sleep; your breathing had evened out and even the grip you had on him loosened. He opens his eyes, glancing down to you only to see your eyes wide open. He sighs, he turns his body so he’s now facing you all while scooting down the bed so he’d be eye level. His eyes meet your own, he could tell there were plenty of thoughts running rampant as you could barely keep up the contact, your own gaze falling somewhere else. When you meet his eyes seconds later his expression changed, face now scrunched up as he pondered over what to say.
After so many years of knowing you, he’s never known about your nightmares. Not once have you mentioned it to him or shown a sign that you were struggling. How long have you been struggling with this? He could have been there for you like he is tonight, held you against his chest and consoled you like he’s done for other things. Why didn’t you confide in him for this?
“What else are you keeping from me?” His words come out before he could properly think, mind still foggy from waking up not too long ago. The expression that graces your face can only be described in his words as adorably confused, your eyes widen, eyebrows furrow and lips pout.
“I don’t keep secrets from you.” You defend.
“You kept this from me.” Mitsuya shoots back, eyebrows raising as he looks at you. He can’t help but scan your entire face being so close to you.
“It’s not a-”
“If it’s not a big deal then you wouldn’t be in my bed unable to sleep.” He sees your mouth open and then close. You had nothing to argue with when you knew he was correct. A sigh slips past his lips. “Do you wanna talk about it?”
“No…”
Now it’s his turn to be the silent one. He’s unsure of what to say to you, unable to form the words he needs to reassure you and your mind. His eyes look elsewhere as his hand runs up and down your arm, it’s soothing to you; his hand was warm against your cold skin.
You stare at him, his eyes focused on something else. It looks as if he was lost deep in thought, concentrating on not making any eye contact with you. The low shade of the led lights that were cascading against his features made him look like he should be painted and shown off in a museum for everyone to see, though you’re happy it’s only you seeing him right now. He was attractive dare you say it, especially right now
His touch is soft, all of his touches are soft when it comes to you which you’ve noticed. It’s such a contrast as to how he perceives himself to others and what his life has been like.
Mitsuya never had the ideal home life, his mother worked late most nights so he had to take the roles of both a mother and father due to his father not being in the picture either. You’d always lend out a hand when you could, inviting him and the girls to your house to eat and relax if they didn’t want to be home alone; sleepovers were a constant thing even when you both were well into your teenage years.
You were never one for liking him being apart of the gang he was in, always calling you late at night with cuts and bruises because he didn’t want his sisters to see, you’d be at his house waiting for him while every meeting happened, you can still remember the anxiety you’d felt when he mentioned he’d be back late or if there were fights going on at the time. Mitsuya had a temper to him, easily controlled but he did have his slip ups. He’s snapped at others around you when he’d be too pissed off or just frankly annoyed with the world, but he never snapped at you. He was always soft and gentle when it came down to you.
All those times where you locked yourself in your room crying hysterically because of an insignificant high school boyfriend cheated on you, broke up with you and played with your heart he was there consoling you. He’d engulf you in his arms bringing you to his lap while he rubbed small circles into your back trying to calm you down in any way. He held you like you were fragile and he couldn’t dare to break you. Mitsuya cared about you and couldn’t help but be soft with you even despite everything he’s been through.
Your face felt as if it was set ablaze just thinking of him in such ways, he’s your best friend, always has been closer to you than anyone else. You wouldn’t dare ruin that with any thoughts of finding him attractive, even though pressed up against him and the way he’s staring so intently at you is giving you butterflies in the pit of your stomach. No. It’s just the anxiety of sleeping again, yeah that’s it. Just anxiety. No butterflies at all.
You're pulled out of your thoughts once his hand cups your cheek, you suddenly realize just how close the two of you are. Your senses came in full swing as all you could feel was the soft brush of his breath against your lips, the smell of his spearmint toothpaste he used before bed and the way his fingers grazed your cheek; rough yet soft finger pads against your smooth skin. “What are you thinking about?” He asks.
You.
“Nothing.”
“Still can’t sleep?” He smiles lazily at you, fingers still lightly touching your cheek. You shake your head in response. “What can I do for you?”
The sudden tension that wraps around you two tightens. Your eyes meet his yet no words seem to form in your tongue. What could you say to that? You didn’t know what to say. What did he expect you to say? Your mind was racing and the sudden tightness in your chest caused your body to stiffen.
His hand slides from your cheek to the back of your neck, fingers once again rubbing small circles there too. You held your breath feeling his hand settle on your nape. Mitsuya’s eyes glanced from your lips to your eyes, a quiet chuckle leaving him. “Relax.”
“I am.” You pout.
“Relax more.”
Your eyebrows knit together. “How?” you ask, you were molded into him against his bed. As far as you knew this was the most relaxed you’ve been.
A thought crosses his mind, something he didn’t know if he should smack himself for or applaud for even coming up with it in the first place. Would he be so low as to try this? He’s never crossed any boundaries nor would he ever want to, especially with how you came to him tonight. You were the closest one in his life, he loved you dearly, you were his best friend, but…
“Close your eyes.” He finally gets out, confusion crosses your features once again tonight.
“What?”
“Close your-”
“I heard what you said, but why?”
“I’m helping you relax, just trust me.” He says finally, his words do little to actually help you relax but it’s Takashi, if he says to trust him then you trust him with everything in you.
Your eyes show hesitation but you close them regardless. He watches as you squeeze them shut, a smile can’t help but appear on his face while he watches you. The hand on your neck finds its way into your hair, gently massaging the back of your head, he watches your face relaxes while practically melting into his hand. “Relaxed now?” You nod slightly, head feeling heavier in his hand.
You do feel relaxed, your body melts into his own as you subconsciously lean into him. His hands working at your scalp have you zoning out to only focus on his touch against you so that you miss the way he scoots closer until you feel his lips on yours. Your eyes shoot open just to see him pull away.
“Sorry…I just-”
“Do that again…” your voice is barely above a whisper yet he hears you interrupt him regardless. If he wasn’t so close to you he would’ve missed what you said.
He stares at you, almost as if he’s waiting for you to take it back. The pout is back on your face as he looks at you. Your hands slip to his sides tugging him closer, a neediness coming out of you.
“It’ll help me relax…if you kiss me again.” Your big puppy dog eyes look at him and a smile reforms on his face. He could never deny you when you look like that.
“Promise?” You nod quickly, face perking up instantly.
You felt the flex of his hand before seeing him lean in, his grip tightening as he pulled you to him. The kiss was sweet and gentle despite his grip on your neck, he was holding you so close and tight while his lips moved against your own. Your hands slid up from his sides to his bare chest while finally placing themselves on his shoulders, fingers slightly digging into him grasping a hold to center yourself. Your mind was in a frenzy from such a soft and sweet act alone.
He pulled away sooner than you’d like and you find yourself chasing his lips. “One more.”
“We should sleep.” His hand went from your neck back to your cheek, caressing it lovingly while looking at you.
“One more then we’ll go to sleep.” You batted your eyes at him, that same pout gracing your face once again.
Mitsuya knew that there was no sleep anywhere in his future.
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queenbees21 · 1 year
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𝐍𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚
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xngelsau · 5 months
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Big Brother Ran
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Rindou x Black Reader.
𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄-𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌
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Big brother Ran who doesn't understand how his brother fell for the targeted foreign girl of the school. The girl that majority were jealous of, and had a horrible reputation due to her pretty looks.
• Big brother Ran who allows his brother new company to move around Roppongi with them.
• Ran who can tell that Rindou and himself are your only friends.
• Big brother Ran who does not understand how Rindou managed to bag a soft spoken, and gorgeous girl like you.
• Big Brother Ran who could see that his brother is blushing every time you speak.
• Big Brother Ran who can see the obvious emotion of love in you and his brother.
• Big brother Ran who forces Rindou to keep his bedroom door 3 inches open every time he brings his girlfriend over.
Big Brother Ran who made you swear that you would never leave Rindou.
" If you break my brothers heart....imma have to call back those bullies of yours back, okay☺️?!"
Unknown to Rindou, Ran was the the overprotective big brother. Who stuck his nose into his relationship without him even knowing.
Big Brother Ran.
It was best if your boyfriend didn't find out.
This was so short and pathetic but I’ll make up for it😭😭
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