When My Letter Reaches You

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[dabilove27]

Happy belated birthday!!! I hope you had the best day yesterday & that you were able to enjoy yourself to the fullest 💓😽 also I’m wishing you good health and happiness and many many lucky days! I’m also so sorry that I missed sending this on the actual day!!

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Invisible Lines

Paring: Time Skip Kenma x Fem!Reader

Rating: M

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Emotional Angst, Unintentional Snooping, Themes of Insecurity and Fear of Rejection, Slight Confrontation, Vulnerability and Emotional Conflict, Open-Ended Resolution,A Small Intimate Moment, Let me know if I missed anything!

Summary: You’ve known Kenma for years, navigating the quiet comfort of your friendship. But a diary filled with unspoken words and a single heated argument threatens to unravel everything between you.

You never meant for him to find it.

Kenma wasn’t the type to snoop, and you had been careless, leaving your diary half-hidden under the couch cushions. But there it was, flipped open in his hands, golden eyes scanning the words you had never meant for anyone else to read.

Your heart lurched as you stepped into the room, breath hitching. Kenma’s grip on the diary tightened, his fingers pressing into the worn cover, but he didn’t slam it shut this time. Instead, his gaze flickered between the inked words and you, something unreadable shifting in his expression.

“Kenma,” you whispered, voice barely steady.

His lips parted, but no words came. His thumb traced the frayed edges of the pages, lingering as if memorizing the texture. He was always so quiet, so guarded, but now? Now, he looked like he was staring through you, searching for something just out of reach.

The silence stretched. Your pulse pounded in your ears.

“How long?” His voice was quiet, almost lost in the space between you.

Your throat tightened. “How long what?”

“How long have you felt like this?” He tapped the diary with his knuckles, the motion slow, deliberate. “Like I don’t see you?”

A shiver rolled down your spine. The words you had spilled onto those pages weren’t meant for his eyes, yet here they were, exposed, raw. The ink had bled into the fibers, just as the feelings had bled into your life—unavoidable, undeniable.

Kenma’s jaw tightened. His fingers curled around the diary’s spine as he exhaled through his nose, his chest rising and falling in a measured rhythm. “It’s like you never really see me,” he murmured, the words almost foreign on his tongue. “I’m standing right in front of you, and you don’t see me.”

Your stomach clenched. Kenma never spoke like this—not with this kind of weight, this vulnerability.

“Kenma, I see you,” you said, stepping closer. “I always have. That’s the problem. I see you too much, and I didn’t know what to do with it.”

His eyes flickered, his grip on the book loosening. “Then why didn’t you say anything? Why did I have to find out like this?”

Your breath shuddered as you wrapped your arms around yourself, fingers digging into your sleeves. “Because I was scared.” The confession left your lips before you could catch it. “Scared that you’d look at me like you are right now. Like I ruined everything.”

Kenma’s lips pressed into a thin line. He rubbed his thumb over the cover of the diary, his movements slow, contemplative. The tension in his shoulders didn’t ease, but something in his expression shifted—less guarded, more uncertain.

“You ruined nothing.”

Your gaze lifted, searching his face. “I didn’t?”

He shook his head once, barely more than a breath of movement. “No.” His voice was softer now, laced with something raw. “But... I don’t know what this means for us.”

Neither did you. The weight of uncertainty settled between you, thick but not suffocating.

Tentatively, you reached out, brushing your fingers against his wrist. The warmth of his skin startled you—real, tangible. Kenma flinched, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, his fingers twitched, the tension in his body softening just slightly.

“We don’t have to figure it out all at once.”

A slow breath left him. His nod was small, almost imperceptible, but it was there.

“Okay.”

It wasn’t a grand confession, wasn’t a sweeping declaration of love. But it was something. And for now, that was enough.

Kenma’s gaze remained fixed on the diary in his hands, his thumb absently tracing the worn cover. The revelation hung heavy in the air between the two of you, a shift in the dynamic that had always existed.

“I’ve always known there was something different about you,” he whispered, his voice low and even. “Something that drew me in, even when I tried to push it away.” His eyes finally met yours, and in their depths, you saw a swirl of emotion — confusion, tentative hope and a flicker of something warmer.

He set the diary aside on a nearby table, the soft thud seeming to punctuate the moment. When he turned back to you, his posture was straighter, more purposeful. “I’m not good at this. At expressing these kinds of feelings.” A wry smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Your heart raced as you watched Kenma set the diary aside. The simple action somehow feeling monumental. You swallowed hard, trying to find your voice.

“It’s okay,” you said softly, taking a tentative step closer. “You don’t have to be perfect at this. None of us do.”

Your eyes searched his face, drinking in every nuance of his expression. The way his brow furrowed slightly, the subtle clenched of his jaw — each micro-expression told a story you’d spent countless hours trying to decipher.

“I’ve always admired how hones you are, Kenma. Even when it’s hard.” Your hand twitched at your side, aching to reach out and touch him, to anchor yourself to this moment. “Maybe we can learn together. To express these feelings, whatever they might be.”

Kenma’s eyes softened at your words, a flicker of appreciation passing through them. He took a deep breath, as if steeling himself, before gently taking your hand in his.

“Together,” he repeated, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles. The contact sent a shiver through you, electric and tender all at once. “I think I’d like that.”

He guided you to sit beside him on the couch; the cushion dipping under your combined weight. Kenma’s should brushed against yours, solid and warm. He turned to face you fully, one leg tucked underneath him.

“This will not be easy for me,” he admitted, his free hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. “Expressing myself, being vulnerable…it goes against every instinct I have.” A self-deprecating smile flashed across his face.

Your heart fluttered at the gentle pressure of Kenma’s thumb against your knuckles, the simple touch igniting a warmth that spread through your entire being. As you sat together on the couch, you found yourself hyper-aware of every point of contact — the firmness of his thigh against yours; the heat radiating from his body, the slight tremor in his fingers intertwined with your own.

You turned to face him fully, mirroring his posture and offered him a soft encouraging smile. “I know it’s difficult, Kenma. But that’s what makes it so brave of you to try.” Your free hand came up to rest lightly on his knee, a gesture of support and connection.

“And I want you to know that I’m here. Not just physically, but emotionally, too.”

Kenma’s breath hitched almost imperceptibly at the touch of your hand on his knee, his muscles tensing briefly before relaxing into the contact. He met your gaze, his golden eyes intense and searching.

“I appreciate that. More than you know.” His voice was low, roughened with emotion. “Having someone who understands, who accepts this part of me… it means everything.”

He brought his free hand to cup your cheek, his palm warm and slightly calloused against your skin. The gesture was tender, almost reverent. “I want you to know that I feel it, too. This connection between us. It’s been growing for so long and I…I’m tired of fighting it.”

Kenma leaned closer, his forehead nearly touching yours. His next words were barely above a whisper. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

Your breath caught in your throat as Kenma cupped your cheek, his touch sending sparks dancing across your skin. You leaned into his hand, savoring the warmth, the gentleness. When he leaned in close, his forehead nearly brushing yours, you felt like your heart might burst from the proximity, the intimacy of the moment.

“I…I’m thinking that I never thought this day would come,” you breathed, your words ghosting over his lips. “That you would look at me like this, hold me like this, and admit to feeling the same way.” A single tear slipped from the corner of your eye, trailing down your cheek where his thumb now rested.

“I’ve dreamed of this for so long, Kenma. Of being close to you, of sharing my heart with you.”

Kenma’s thumb caught the tear as it fell, wiping it away with a tenderness that made your heart ache. His eyes followed the path of the tear, his gaze soft and filled with an emotion you dared not name.

“I’ve dreamed of it too,” he confessed, his voice low and intimate. “More times than I care to admit.” He leaned in further, resting his forehead against yours, his eyelids fluttering closed for a moment.

When he opened his eyes again, they were dark with intensity, pupils blown wide with emotion and something deeper, more primal. “I want to make those dreams a reality. I want to explore this connection between us, to see where it leads.”

His hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, fingers threading into your hair.

Your pulse raced as Kenma’s fingers tangled in your hair, the gentle tug sending tingles down your spine. You leaned into his touch, your eyes fluttering closed for a moment as you savored the sensation.

“Yes,” you breathe, the word escaping your lips before you could think better of it. “Please, Kenma. I want that too. I want to explore this, to feel every part.”

Your hands came to rest on his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your palms. Slowly, hesitantly, you leaned in, drawn to the magnetism of his presence, the heat of his breath mingling with yours.

“I’ve imagined this moment so many times,” you whispered, your lips a hairsbreadth from his.

Kenma’s breath hitched as your lips hovered mere centimeters from his, the anticipation crackling between you like electricity. His hand tightened slightly in your hair, the other arm wrapping around your waist to pull you flush against him.

“I’ve imagined it too,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble in his chest that you could feel vibrating against your palms. “Late at night, you consumed my thoughts, and I couldn’t sleep.”

He closed the remaining distance, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that started soft and exploratory but quickly deepened with pent-up passion. Kenma kissed you like a man starved, pouring years of longing and desire into the movement of his mouth against yours.

When he finally pulled back, both of you were panting. His golden eyes were hazy with want, a faint blush coloring his cheeks.

You melted into the kiss, your body molding perfectly against Kenma’s as if you were two puzzle pieces finally fitting together. You matched his passion with your own, years of suppressed longing pouring out in the slide of your lips, the press of your curves against his lean frame.

When you broke apart, the intensity of the kiss left you dazed, your lips tingling and swollen. Kenma’s hoarse murmur of your name sent a shiver racing down your spine, settling low in your belly.

“Kenma,” you breathed in return, your voice trembling with emotion and barely restrained desire. Her hands slid up his chest to loop around his neck, fingers playing with the short hairs at his nape.

“That was…” You struggled to find the words your mind was hazy with want. “Amazing. Perfect. Everything I ever dreamed it would be.”

Kenma’s arms tightened around you, holding you close as if afraid you might disappear if he let you go. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, committing your scent to memory.

“For me too,” he murmured against your skin, his lips brushing your pulse point and sending sparks of pleasure through you. “Better than any dream.”

He pulled back slightly to meet your gaze, his eyes dark and intense. One hand came up to cup your face, thumb stroking along your cheekbone with a feather-light touch.

“But I need you to understand something.” His voice was low, serious. “This isn’t just physical for me. What I feel for you…it’s so much more than that.”

Your heart swelled at Kenma’s words, a lump forming in your throat as the depth of his emotion washed over you. You nuzzled into his touch, turning your head to place a soft kiss on his palm.

“Kenma,” you whispered, your voice thick with feeling. “It’s not just physical for me either. These feelings I have for you…they’ve frown beyond just attraction. You mean everything to me.”

You took a shuddering breath, gathering your courage. “I think…I think I’m falling in love with you.” The confession hung in the air between you, raw and vulnerable. “And I’m terrified, but also hopeful. Because I want to explore this with you wherever it may lead.”

Kenma’s eyes widened at your confession, a myriad of emotions flashing across his face — surprise, joy, fear, and a deep, abiding affection. For a long moment, he simply stared at you, as if trying to memorize every detail of your expression.

He breathed, his voice rough with emotion. “I…I’m falling in love with you, too.” The words seemed to cost him something, a piece of the carefully constructed wall around his heart crumbling away.

He surged forward, capturing your lips in another searing kiss. This one differed from the last — slower, deeper, imbued with all the tenderness and promise of new beginnings. His hands roamed your back, mapping the curve of your spine, the dip of your waist, as if committing you to memory.

You lost yourself in the kiss, in the feeling of Kenma’s hands on your body, claiming you, cherishing you. You poured all of your love, all of your longing into the meeting of your mouths, your fingers tangling in his hair, tugging lightly.

When you finally parted, both panting, you gazed up at him with shining eyes, a radiant smile on your face. “We should talk more,” you suggested softly even as your body yearned to stay pressed against his. “about what this means, where we go from here. I want to do this right, Kenma. To build something real and lasting with you.”

You brushed a tender kiss to the corner of his mouth, then to his cheek, his jaw, his temple — little butterfly kisses full of promise and adoration. “What do you think?”

Kenma leaned into each of your tender kisses, his eyes fluttering closed as he savored the gentle caresses. When you pulled back to speak, he opened his eyes, meeting your gaze with a soft, warm expression.

“You’re right. We should talk more.” He smiled, a rare genuine smile that lit up his features and made your heart skip a beat. “I want to do this right, too. To build something meaningful with you.”

[dabilove27]

Paring: Yusuke Urameshi x Fem!Reader

Rating: T

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Mild language, emotional themes, implied alcohol use, mild romantic tension. Let me know if I missed anything!

The city buzzed with the electric hum of nightlife, neon signs flickering in and out of focus like fireflies. Somewhere between the crowded streets and the deep pulse of distant music, Yusuke Urameshi found himself dragged into a situation he never thought he’d be in—standing outside a club, fidgeting with the hem of his jacket, glaring at the entrance like it had offended him.

“You know,” he grumbled, turning to you, “I don’t do this kind of crap.”

You smirked, stepping closer, so the streetlights caught the glimmer of mischief in your eyes. “What, you don’t dance?”

He scoffed. “Hell no.”

“Well, that’s a damn shame,” you sighed dramatically, tilting your head. “Because I do.”

Yusuke’s eyes flickered to your face, then down to where your fingers played idly with the strap of your bag. There was something about the way you looked at him—like you were testing him, waiting to see if he’d back out. And that made his stubborn streak flare to life.

“Fine,” he relented. “But if some guy starts gettin’ handsy with you, I’m breakin’ his nose.”

You rolled your eyes. “Noted, tough guy. Now come on.”

The club was loud, the bass heavy enough to rattle through the floor. Yusuke tensed instinctively as the crowd swallowed the both of you whole, his hand brushing against your lower back for just a second before he caught himself. You didn’t seem to notice, or maybe you did and just didn’t care. Either way, the warmth of your body this close made something coil tight in his chest.

The music shifted to something slower, sultry, the beat that encouraged close movements. You turned to face him, eyes dancing with amusement. “Don’t just stand there.”

Yusuke clenched his jaw. “I feel like an idiot.”

“Then be an idiot with me,” you teased, grabbing his hand and pulling him forward. “I won’t laugh.”

The first few moments were awkward as hell. Yusuke moved like a fighter rather than a dancer—tense, alert, bracing for something. But you… you moved so effortlessly, guiding him without pressure, giving him space, but also making sure he felt you there. And little by little, he followed.

His mind was at war with itself. He had spent years keeping his guard up, always ready for a fight, always prepared for the next blow to land. Dancing? Survival and necessity were quite far from it. Defenses were down. It was intimate. It was stepping into a world where he wasn’t in control, and that scared him more than any opponent ever had.

But there you were, easing him into something unfamiliar without making him feel weak. He hated how much he liked it.

Your hands moved to his shoulders, his to your waist, and before either of you could react, you found yourselves pressed together. Yusuke swallowed hard, the scent of your perfume making his brain feel foggy. The way you swayed, so close, so unbothered by the press of his body, had him damn near dizzy.

He didn’t even realize he was staring until you looked up at him. That teasing smile from earlier softened into something else.

“What?” he muttered.

“You’re not half-bad at this.”

“Yeah, well, don’t go tellin’ people. I got a rep.”

You laughed, the sound warm against his neck. His grip on your waist tightened just a little, an unconscious response to the way your body felt against his. It should’ve been harmless—just a dance, fun. But then you had to say something that sent his whole damn world tilting.

“I love you.”

His breath hitched. He barely had time to process before you added, “Do whatever you want with that info.”

Yusuke blinked, pulling back just enough to look at you fully. You were serious—no teasing, no deflection, just raw honesty staring him right in the face.

For once in his life, he was speechless.

Love? That wasn’t something people like him got. Love, a luxury and a weakness, was something he couldn’t afford. His mother’s slow decline in a drunken haze was what Love watched. Love was the friends he almost lost time and time again, the pain that came with caring too much. Love wasn’t for him.

And yet.

His heart slammed against his ribs, his mouth opening to say something, anything—but you just smiled, leaning in close, your breath ghosting over his lips.

“Think on it,” you whispered, then let go, stepping back into the crowd.

Yusuke stood frozen, watching as you disappeared into the sea of bodies, his pulse thrumming in his ears. Then, like something snapped in him, he surged forward, weaving through the crowd with one thought and one thought only:

He wasn’t letting you get away that easily.

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You weren’t always this bold. Once upon a time, you would have shied away from crowds, avoiding places like this at all costs. Growing up, you were the quiet kid, the one who watched from the sidelines rather than stepping into the fray. It took years—painful, hard-fought years—to break free from that shell, to become the person who could drag a reluctant Yusuke Urameshi into a club and challenge him to a dance.

Maybe that’s why you liked him so much. He reminded you of who you used to be—restless, skeptical, always on edge. And maybe, just maybe, you wanted him to see that change was possible. That he could let go, even just for a little while.

But you hadn’t expected to let your feelings slip like that.

You weren’t sure what would come of it, but one thing was certain:

Yusuke wouldn’t ignore it.

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Epilogue

Hours later, the club had thinned out, and the city outside had settled into a quieter hum. You sat on a low wall outside, the cool night air brushing against your skin, lost in thought. Then, a shadow loomed beside you.

“You really mean what you said back there?” Yusuke’s voice was low, hesitant.

You looked up at him, offering a small smile. “Yeah. I did.”

He exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I—” He hesitated, then sighed. “I don’t know how to do this. But I don’t want you to walk away thinking I don’t care.”

Your heart clenched at his honesty. “I don’t need you to have all the answers, Yusuke. Just… be here.”

For a moment, he just looked at you. Then, with an almost imperceptible nod, he sat beside you, his shoulder brushing against yours. No grand declarations, no perfect words—just presence.

And for now, that was enough.

[dabilove27]

Paring: Vash x Fem!Reader

Rating: T (I am still an 18+ blog)

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Themes of guilt and emotional vulnerability, References to past trauma and loss, Mild language, Fluff and angst in equal measure. If I missed anything please let me know!

The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the desert sky in hues of orange and pink. Vash sat cross-legged on the edge of a weathered cliff, fiddling with a scrap of paper he’d torn from an old, discarded notebook. His gloved hands carefully folded it into the shape of a plane, though the corners were uneven, and the folds were less than perfect.

You watched him from a few feet away, your arms wrapped around your knees. The wind tugged at your hair as you studied him—not the notorious outlaw the world feared, but the man who, despite everything, still found joy in something as simple as folding paper planes.

The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, but it carried weight. You’d both been through too much recently. A botched rescue mission, an entire town caught in the crossfire, and too many faces you couldn’t save. The screams still echoed in your mind when it was too quiet, a stark reminder of how fragile everything was. Vash carried the same weight, you knew, though he masked it well behind his sunny demeanor.

“Hey,” you called softly, stepping closer. “What are you doing?”

Vash looked up, his turquoise eyes shimmering like twin galaxies. He gave a lopsided grin, holding up the paper plane as if it were some grand invention. “Making something for you,” he said. “Think you can catch it?”

You tilted your head, your lips twitching into a faint smile. “Catch it? That thing’s barely holding together.”

He chuckled and tossed it gently in your direction. The plane wobbled in the air, caught an updraft, and somehow glided perfectly into your waiting hands. You caught it with ease, surprised by the unexpected precision. Turning it over, you noticed faint scribbles on the wings. Squinting, you read the words he’d scrawled in tiny, messy handwriting.

I’m terrible at showing it, but I’m glad you’re here.

Your breath hitched, the words catching you off guard. Your fingers tightened around the fragile paper, and for a moment, the warmth in your chest threatened to spill over. The ache that had settled there for days softened just slightly, like sunlight breaking through storm clouds.

“Vash,” you whispered, your voice trembling with something you couldn’t quite name.

He stood, brushing off his coat, and approached you with cautious steps. The wind tousled his golden hair, making him look even more like some celestial being lost on this desolate planet. But his eyes—full of guilt and longing—grounded him firmly in reality.

“I’ve been running my whole life,” he said, his voice quiet but steady. “From the past, from enemies, from the things I can’t fix. But… I don’t want to run anymore. Not from you.”

Your hands trembled slightly as you lowered the paper plane, his words cutting through your defenses like a knife. He wasn’t just talking about himself—he was talking about you, too. You’d been running, too. From the wreckage of your old life, the scars left behind by people who’d once meant everything to you. You’d sworn never to let anyone get that close again, yet here you were, standing before a man who had every reason to keep you at arm’s length but chose not to.

“Vash,” you began, your voice firmer this time, “you’re not a monster. No one I know cares about people as much as you do. You’re kind, selfless, and endlessly compassionate. You will not hurt me.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but you stepped forward, placing a hand on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath the worn fabric. “You’ve been running for so long, but you don’t have to run from me. I’m not going anywhere. We’ll face whatever comes together.”

His lips parted as if to speak, but no words came. Instead, he stared at you with a mixture of awe and disbelief, as though he couldn’t quite believe you were real. Slowly, his hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin with a tenderness that sent a shiver down your spine.

“You’re too good to me,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t deserve you.”

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. “Stop saying stuff like that. You don’t get to decide what you deserve. That’s my job.”

His eyes widened, and then, to your relief, he laughed. A real, unguarded laugh that lit up his entire face. “Fair enough,” he said, his usual cheekiness returning. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you. I come with a lot of trouble.”

“Good,” you replied, a grin spreading across your face. You replied, “I would be bored otherwise.”

He pulled you into his arms again, resting his chin on the top of your head. The two of you stood there in the fading light, letting the silence say what words couldn’t.

The weight of his past wasn’t gone, but for the first time, it felt manageable. You both knew the road ahead wouldn’t be easy—there were still battles to fight, lives to save, and wounds to heal. But for now, you allowed yourself to believe in this moment, in the fragile paper plane of hope he’d offered you.

The stars emerged, one by one, as the last light of day faded. “Hey,” Vash said suddenly, his tone teasing. “You dropped my masterpiece. That took a lot of effort, you know.”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t help but smile. “It was cute, but I think the person who made it matters more.”

He flushed slightly, scratching the back of his head. “You’re superb at this whole ‘making me feel special’ thing. It’s unfair.”

“Well, someone has to make up for all the times you doubt yourself,” you quipped, picking up the paper plane and holding it out to him. “Here. Maybe you can make another one that’s even better.”

He took it, but instead of fixing it, he tossed it back into the air. The wind caught it, carrying it higher and farther than before. You both watched as it soared against the vibrant hues of the night sky, a fragile yet persistent little thing.

“Like that plane,” Vash said softly, his gaze still on the horizon, “I want us to keep flying, no matter what. Even if the wind tries to tear us apart.”

You slipped your hand into his, lacing your fingers together. “We will. I promise.”

He turned to you, his expression full of wonder, as if you were the only thing in the world worth protecting. And in that moment, you knew: no matter what trials lay ahead, you’d face them side by side. Because with Vash, even a desert full of chaos felt like home.

[dabilove27]

Frozen Hearts and Warming Flames

A little drabble below the cut of Hiei and a Fem!Reader

Rating: T (I am still an 18+ blog)

Warnings: Some language and Fluff (let me know if I missed anything!)

Word Count: 672

The snowstorm roared with an unforgiving ferocity, battering against the walls of the abandoned mountain cabin where you and Hiei had taken refuge. The journey had been unexpected; you were supposed to be on a simple reconnaissance mission in the foothills, but an unforeseen blizzard had trapped you both far from civilization. The fire you coaxed into life was already sputtering, the weak embers struggling to fight against the bitter cold that seemed to seep into your very bones.

“I’m cold,” you admitted, your teeth chattering as you huddled closer to the dim fire, wrapping the threadbare blanket tighter around yourself.

Hiei sat across from you, his usual stoic expression replaced with one of mild irritation. He crossed his arms, seemingly willing himself to ignore the chill. “I’m cold too,” he grumbled, his voice lacking its usual sharp edge.

“But it was your brilliant idea,” you shot back, your frustration bubbling over, your fists clenching at your sides and your voice rising slightly despite the cold that threatened to steal your breath.. “So come up with a plan!”

Hiei’s crimson eyes narrowed, a flicker of amusement dancing in their depths despite his annoyance. He thought of how ridiculous humans could be—always quick to complain, yet here you were, shivering like a stray kitten in the cold. Perhaps it was that contradiction that amused him, or maybe it was the way your stubbornness made this dire situation oddly entertaining. “Oh, I have an even more brilliant idea to warm us up,” he said, rising to his feet with the fluid grace of a predator.

You blinked, your breath catching in your throat as he crossed the small space between you in a matter of steps. Before you could protest, Hiei tugged the blanket from your grasp and tossed it aside.

“Hey! What are you—”

Hiei settled beside you, cutting off your words as his lithe form pressed against your side. His body pressed against yours, the sudden closeness making your heart race and skin prickle with surprise and warmth. The biting cold of the air seemed to retreat slightly, replaced by the faint heat radiating from him. The coarse texture of his cloak brushed against your cheek, grounding you in the strange yet comforting sensation of his presence before he pulled the blanket over both of you. His arm wrapped firmly around your waist, drawing you closer until your head rested against his shoulder.

“Body heat,” he said simply, as if this were the most logical solution in the world. “Stop complaining.”

You bristled at his tone, but the warmth radiating from his body was undeniable. Despite yourself, you leaned into him, seeking more of the heat he offered. His cloak was rough against your cheek, but the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing was strangely calming.

“This is your idea of a brilliant plan?” you muttered, trying to keep the fluster out of your voice.

Hiei smirked, the expression more felt than seen. “It’s working, isn’t it?”

You didn’t answer. The truth was too embarrassing to admit. The snowstorm continued to rage outside, the howling wind a stark contrast to the growing warmth cocooning you both. Despite his usual aloof demeanor, Hiei’s presence was surprisingly grounding, and you relaxed against him.

“Next time, we’re bringing proper winter gear,” you said after a long moment of silence.

“Agreed,” Hiei replied, his voice softer than before. “But for now, stop talking and get some rest.”

You glanced up at him, surprised by the gentleness in his tone. His gaze met yours, and for a moment, you thought you saw something unspoken in his expression—a flicker of concern, perhaps, or something deeper. Before you could dwell on it, he closed his eyes, his head leaning slightly against yours.

The storm showed no sign of relenting, but for the first time that night, you felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, you’d survive this ordeal—together.

And as sleep claimed you, you couldn’t help but think that Hiei’s “brilliant idea” wasn’t so bad after all.

[dabilove27]

Paring: Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 7.9k

Warnings: praise kink, oral sex, vaginal sex, marking, creampie, fluff. Please let me know if I missed anything!

The air was crisp, carrying the scent of snow as the bustling city prepared for the holidays. Twinkling lights adorned every corner, painting the streets in hues of gold and red. You stood by the window of your cozy apartment, wrapping the last of the gifts you’d spent hours picking out. The roll of wrapping paper crinkled beneath your fingers as you struggled to fold the edges perfectly. A knock on the door broke your focus, and you turned to see Izuku Midoriya peeking his head inside.

“Hey,” he greeted softly, his cheeks dusted with pink—either from the cold or the sight of you. “Need some help?”

You smiled, letting out a soft chuckle as you surveyed the chaotic mess of wrapping supplies sprawled across the table. “I think I’ve started a war with the wrapping paper,” you joked, pushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear and eyeing the tangled ribbon with exaggerated exasperation. “Only if you’re good at gift wrapping. This…”—you held up a poorly wrapped box—“is not my best work.”

Izuku chuckled, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. “You know, when I was a kid, I used to spend hours trying to wrap gifts perfectly for my mom. She always said it didn’t matter, but I wanted it to be just right. I guess old habits die hard.” He set down a bag of something—no doubt a gift for you—before removing his scarf. “I’m not amazing at it, but I can try.”

The two of you sat side by side, chatting and laughing as you wrapped gifts together. Izuku’s face scrunched in intense concentration as he folded and taped the paper. “This is harder than fighting villains,” he muttered with a chuckle, biting his lip when the edges didn’t line up perfectly. You couldn’t help but laugh, nudging his shoulder. “You’ve got this, Hero,” you teased, watching as his determination only grew. It was endearing, and you couldn’t help but sneak glances at him. His presence was warm, comforting, and just what you needed during the hectic holiday season.

“Okay, last one!” Izuku declared, holding up a perfectly wrapped package. “What do you think?”

You leaned over, inspecting his work. “It’s better than mine,” you admitted, earning a bashful grin from him.

“I doubt that,” he said, his voice laced with affection.

Your hand hovered over the bag he’d brought, curiosity warring with a playful urge to tease him. “What’s in here, Midoriya? A training manual? A guide to gift wrapping for beginners?” you joked, though your heart fluttered with nervous excitement. The way he quickly covered the bag made you grin. What could he have gotten that made him so secretive? The thought warmed you, a reflection of how much he always thought of the little details that mattered most to you. “What’s this?”

Izuku’s eyes widened, and he quickly placed a hand over the bag. “It’s a surprise,” he said, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of red. “You’ll find out tomorrow.”

“Not even a hint?” you teased, leaning closer.

He shook his head, his curls bouncing slightly. “Nope, you’ll just have to be patient.”

You pouted, but the mischievous glint in his eyes made you smile. Reluctantly, you let the subject drop and returned to organizing the now-wrapped gifts. As you worked, Izuku pulled something from his coat pocket.

“I almost forgot,” he said, holding up a small Polaroid camera. “I thought we could take some pictures to remember tonight.”

Your face lit up. “That’s such a cute idea! Let’s do it.”

The two of you spent the next hour capturing moments around your apartment. Izuku’s laughter filled the room as you posed with ridiculous expressions, and he insisted on a few serious shots as well. You took a picture of him mid-laugh, the joy on his face making your heart skip a beat. He took one of you holding a wrapped gift, your eyes sparkling with happiness.

Finally, Izuku fiddled with the timer on the camera, his brows furrowed in concentration. “Okay, I think I’ve got it,” he said, quickly hurrying over. As he reached your side, his arm wrapped around your shoulders in one fluid motion. “Smile big!” he whispered, his excitement infectious as the camera clicked. He hurried over to stand beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders just as the camera clicked. The resulting photo showed the two of you grinning, your faces close together and radiating warmth.

“This one’s my favorite,” Izuku said softly, holding up the picture. He turned to you, his green eyes filled with a tenderness that made your breath catch. “I… I hope this is just one of many memories we make together.”

Your cheeks heated, but you nodded, unable to tear your gaze away from him. Your mind raced, caught between the overwhelming warmth of his presence and the quiet hope that maybe—just maybe—this moment meant as much to him as it did to you. Did he notice the way your hands trembled slightly, or the way your heart seemed to beat just a little faster whenever he was near? “Me too, Izuku.”

In the quiet that followed, you felt the weight of his words and the sincerity behind them. A small part of you questioned if you truly deserved someone as kind as Izuku, but another, louder part wanted to believe that this moment was real and yours to hold on to. You couldn’t help but wonder how the future would unfold, if this connection would deepen into something even more profound, and if you’d have the courage to meet it fully when the time came. The holidays weren’t just about gifts or decorations; they were about moments like this—shared with someone who made your world brighter. And as Izuku reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, you knew this Christmas would be one you’d cherish forever.

Later that evening, you settled into a cozy spot by the wide window in your apartment, feeling the coolness of the glass against your cheek as you watched the radiant sun slowly descend on the horizon. Sunlight streamed into the room, creating a soft golden glow and casting long shadows. The faint sound of birds chirping outside reached your ears, blending with the gentle hum of the city below. The air carried a hint of freshness, mingled with the scent of distant flowers. As you closed your eyes, you felt the serene calmness of the scene, fully immersing yourself at the moment's beauty.

“Hello, my darling,” Izuku whispered softly, his warm breath caressing your skin as he gently pressed his soft lips onto your forehead. The sweet scent of his cologne filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of freshly cut flowers nearby. As you looked up, your eyes met his, and the sight of his endearing smile illuminated the room, casting a warm glow that enveloped your heart, causing it to flutter with joy.

“Where did you go?” You asked playfully, crossing your arms, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you eagerly awaited the answer. The soft glow of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, golden hue on the scene.

“Well...” he stammered, his cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink, the warmth spreading to the tips of his ears. The faint sound of his voice filled the air, accompanied by the gentle rustle of a paper bag. His hand rose, unveiling a tantalizing aroma that wafted from the bag of takeout, teasing your nostrils. The sight of the neatly packed containers inside the bag made your mouth water, and you could almost taste the delectable flavors. The thoughtfulness of his gesture made your heart swell with gratitude, a warm and comforting feeling washing over you.

Your eyes widened, and your heart fluttered in your chest. You had lost track of the day “my favorite?”

“Of course. How could I forget, sweetie?”

As happiness overwhelmed you, tears of joy welled in your eyes, glistening like shimmering diamonds in the sunlight. You threw your arms around him, feeling the warmth of his embrace against your skin. The sound of your giggles filled the air like a melody of pure joy. Hesitantly, he wrapped his arms around you, causing you to pause and look up at him; the sight of his faded smile transformed into a grave concern, etched on his face like deep lines. With gentle care, he brought his hand to your face, his touch tender against your cheek, wiping away the salty tears that streamed down. A soft, comforting scent enveloped you, his cologne mingling with the fragrance of the nearby flowers. His voice, filled with genuine concern, broke the silence, asking softly, “Why are you crying?” His sincerity made your heart flutter, and a renewed wave of laughter escaped your lips, carrying the sound of pure happiness.

With a beaming smile, you exclaimed, “I am overjoyed!” As you held his hand tenderly against your flushed cheek, you felt a rush of warmth spreading through your body.

As his concern faded, you noticed the gentle crinkle around his eyes, his smile radiating the warmth that filled the room. You could almost hear the relief in his voice as he said, “oh, I was worried I did something wrong...” The faint scent of his cologne lingered in the air, a familiar and comforting aroma. A wave of affection washed over you as you reached out and felt the tenderness in his touch.

You smiled warmly, the corners of your lips curling upwards, and leaned up on your toes, feeling a slight strain in your calf muscles, to place a gentle kiss on his cheek. The soft touch of your lips against his skin elicited a warm sensation, as if a tiny electric current passed between you. “You’re doing everything so, so perfectly, love,” you replied, your voice filled with genuine appreciation.

His face flushed with a rosy hue, the color spreading from his cheeks to the tips of his ears, as he nervously rubbed the back of his head. The gentle scrape of his fingers against his scalp created a soft rustling sound, like leaves being shuffled by a gentle breeze. His tail, wagging with excitement, swayed back and forth, brushing against your leg and offering you the takeout bag.

As you reached out to grasp the bag, your fingers wrapped around the handles, you couldn’t help but notice its unexpected weight. Your eyes widened in surprise, the muscles around your eyes tightening slightly, as the bag seemed heavier than expected. It pulled against your grasp, causing a slight strain in your arm as you adjusted to the unexpected load. “What’s in here?!” you exclaimed, a mix of curiosity and excitement lacing your words.

Izuku’s eyes crinkled in amusement, a glimmer of mirth dancing within them as he effortlessly retrieved the basket from your grasp. As he spoke, his voice held a playful lilt, teasing anticipation lacing each word. “You’ll see.”

You playfully rolled your eyes, the corners of your lips curving up into a wide smile, as you moved to the coffee table. The soft fabric of the pillows beneath your fingertips added a cozy touch as you carefully arranged them, creating a comfortable spot to sit. Your eyes scanned the assortment of dishes, each one a tantalizing sight. “This looks new!” you exclaimed, your voice filled with curiosity. You inhaled deeply, trying to discern the various fragrances that danced in the room as you pondered where to indulge.

Holiday spices and sizzling dishes filled the air with their tantalizing aroma. As you sat across from him, you couldn’t help but notice the soft laughter that filled the air, blending harmoniously with the gentle clinking of cutlery. A sense of joy and contentment enveloped you, your heart swelling with affection. Each bite was a symphony of flavors, the vibrant colors of the food dancing on your plate. You exchanged loving glances, the warmth in your eyes matching the cozy ambiance.

As the shadows deepened, stretching out in the fading sunlight, a warm, gentle glow enveloped the room, emanating from the flickering candles you had carefully lit hours before. Nestled in Izuku’s embrace, you could feel the weight of his arm lazily draped over your waist, its touch soothing and comforting. Resting your head against his other arm, you could sense the softness of his skin beneath your cheek as his hand traced delicate patterns up and down your back. The scent of the candles filled the air, a subtle mix of vanilla and lavender, creating an ambiance of tranquility. With one hand resting lightly on his chest, you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. The other hand gently caressed the contours of his face, tracing the lines and angles that made him uniquely him. “Dinner was lovely, but they don’t normally take that long to go orders. Where else did you go?” As you spoke, your words hung in the air, mingling with the faint crackle of the candles and the distant hum of the evening breeze. The lingering taste of a delicious dinner still lingered on your tongue, but as you pondered the length of your outing, a hint of curiosity tinged your thoughts.

He let out a low, gentle chuckle as his hand brushed against your hair, the strands tickling your cheek. The sound of his laughter mingled with the soft rustle of your hair being pushed behind your ear. “Do you remember that time we went to that flower shop?” Memories flooded your senses, bringing back the sights of vibrant blooms, their colors bursting with life in the flower shop. Roses and lilies filled the air with their sweet, intoxicating scent, intertwining with the earthy aroma of fresh soil. You could almost feel the delicate petals beneath your fingertips as you reminisced about that special moment.

“Of course,” you giggled, the sound echoing through the room, filling it with a lightness that lifted the spirits. The sight of your joyful expression brought a smile to his face, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He reached behind you, the rustling of the bag’s contents faintly heard, as if a secret was being unveiled. As he pulled out another bag hidden behind the couch, his fingers brushed against your arm, sending a tingling sensation up your spine. 

As you were about to inquire about his actions, the sound of soft crinkling reached your ears, accompanied by the delicate rustling of papers. You felt a gentle sensation as he carefully placed a vibrant bouquet in your hands; the petals caressing your skin with a feathery touch. Your eyes widened in surprise, and your fingertips instinctively reached up to explore the velvety texture of the flowers. “Y-you...”

His smile, like a ray of sunlight piercing through the gentle glow of the flickering candles, illuminated the room. The soft scent of melted wax mingled with the delicate fragrance of flowers, filling the air. As he spoke, the symphony of tinkling glass and the faint crackle of the dancing flames accompanied his words. In your mind’s eye, you could see him standing in the workshop, his brow furrowed with a mix of frustration and unwavering determination. The scent of freshly cut flowers enveloped him as he painstakingly recreated the bouquet from your early dating days.

As tears welled up in your eyes, you tightened your embrace, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. Joy and relief overwhelmed the scene. “Izuku! It’s perfect!” you exclaimed, your voice filled with happiness, the sound echoing in the room.

He gently cradled your face, his touch warm and comforting, as he delicately caressed your cheek with his thumb, creating a tender connection. The air carried the faint scent of his cologne, adding to the sensory experience. The soft sound of his voice filled the space, his words spoken with tenderness and curiosity. “Happy tears?” he asked, his voice laced with a mixture of concern and joy.

You nodded, your eyes glistening with tears of joy, and a wide smile stretched across your face. The ambient glow enveloped the space, casting a gentle radiance that highlighted every contour of his face, making him appear ethereal. The flickering candlelight danced on his features, illuminating his eyes, which seemed to sparkle with an intensity that ignited a fire within you. As you wrapped your arms around his neck, you could feel the warmth of his embrace, drawing you closer to him. A sweet, lingering scent of vanilla and warmth filled the air, enhancing the intimacy you both felt.

As your lips parted, the three simple words “I love you” gracefully slipped into the air, carrying a tender warmth that seemed to radiate from the depths of your soul. His face, softly illuminated, mirrored the overwhelming affection between you. The sound of those cherished words lingered in the stillness, creating a symphony of emotions that echoed in your ears. The sweet fragrance of love filled the air, intertwining with the gentle breeze that brushed against your skin, leaving a trail of delicate goosebumps in its wake. In that moment, you felt the weight of your love, not only in your heart, but in every fiber of your being.

His warm hand enveloped the back of your head, guiding you gently towards him as he leaned up, his lips gently grazing your forehead. The faint scent of his cologne mingled with the sweet aroma of the room, creating a comforting atmosphere. As he whispered those three words, his warm breath brushed against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. A subtle blush spread across your cheeks as you lifted your head, basking in the tender moment. Tonight, you yearned to reciprocate his affection with an even greater display of love.

 Your blush intensified on under your cheeks as a mixture of desire and bashfulness enveloped you, causing your voice to quiver. “Izuku, I want you.” The faint hum of anticipation accompanied the scene, punctuated by the lingering scent of nervousness in the air.

As his piercing gaze locked with yours, the room seemed to fade away, leaving only the intensity of the moment. Anticipation filled the air, making you catch your breath and tighten your throat. Your racing heart echoed in your ears, drowning out everything else. “Tell me what you want.” The weight of his words settled on you, like a heavy burden, making your chest constrict with both fear and desire. The scent of uncertainty lingered in the air, mixing with the faint aroma of his cologne.

With a nervous tremor in your voice, barely audible, you whispered, “I-I’ll show you.” As you leaned in, the scent of his cologne filled your nostrils, a subtle blend of woody undertones and citrus notes. The touch of his lips against yours was gentle as a feather brushing against your skin. The sound of your breaths mingled together, creating a symphony of anticipation and desire. 

He hesitated briefly; the air filled with anticipation, before his lips slowly and uncertainty brushed against yours. The soft sound of your breaths mingled together, creating a delicate melody in the quiet room. As his grip on your waist tightened, a gentle pressure settled upon your skin, sending a tingling sensation down your spine. The scent of his cologne enveloped you, a subtle mixture of musk and warmth. A smile formed on his lips, visible even in the dim light, as your lips met once again. The sound of your shared laughter echoed softly, the sweetest symphony, as you playfully moved to his jaw, leaving a trail of kisses in your wake.

“There’s more,” you whispered, your voice filled with anticipation, as you planted delicate kisses on his warm, velvety skin. The gentle touch of your lips sent shivers down his spine, causing him to let out a contented sigh. With each movement, the faint scent of his cologne mingled with the sweet fragrance of passion in the air. As you slowly made your way down to his neck, your eyes met his, noticing the flush of crimson that spread across his cheeks. The rhythmic thumping of his pulse beneath your lips grew stronger, matching the rapid beat of your own heart. With a mixture of excitement and desire, you gently bit down, eliciting a soft gasp from him. The sound of his pleasure echoed in your ears, fueling your determination to continue exploring the depths of his sensations.

Your lips are warm, emitting a gentle heat that embraces Izuku’s skin. He revels in the tactile sensation, savoring the velvety touch. As he purrs, a low rumble fills the air, resonating with a soothing cadence. His hand glides sensually up and down your leg, sending a delightful shiver cascading through your body. 

You let your lips glide softly over his warm, pulsating neck, relishing in the taste of his skin. His cologne filled the room with an intoxicating aroma. As you trailed your tongue along the marks on his neck, you could hear his rapid, shallow breaths mingling with the soft sighs of pleasure escaping his lips. Moving down to his chest, you felt the subtle rise and fall of it, matching the rhythm of his increasing heartbeat. A playful giggle escaped your own lips as you lightly traced your finger around the sensitive area, eliciting a shiver of anticipation from him.

As you gently pressed against his skin, a shiver ran down his spine, causing his breath to hitch audibly. A mixture of anticipation and desire filled the room, the air heavy with electric energy. His voice, laced with a hint of lust, dripped with a low, husky tone as he asked, “Do you know the consequences of teasing me?”

As you nodded, a subtle smile played on your lips. You embarked on a tantalizing journey down his body, your eyes locked with his, savoring the intensity of the moment. Anticipation and desire filled the air. You playfully winked at him, a mischievous spark igniting between you, as you paused at his lower abdomen, the warmth of his skin caressing your lips. 

He watched intently, his eyes locked on you, as you slowly undid his belt and pants. His racing heart resulted from the anticipation filling the air. The room was hushed, the only sound being the soft rustling of fabric. The scent of desire lingered, mixing with a hint of cologne. As your hand ventured into his open pants, a surge of warmth enveloped him. A sharp intake of breath escaped his lips, the sensation electrifying his senses. Your eyes met his, a mixture of desire and mischief reflected in them, as you continued your exploration. The touch of your fingers against his hardening length sent shivers down his spine. Time seemed to stand still as you wrapped your hand around it, offering sweet release.

“What’s the matter, sweetie?” he taunted, a mischievous smirk stretching across his face. The sound of his playful voice echoed in the air, mingling with the distant chirping of birds. As he shifted his weight, propping himself up on his elbow. His piercing gaze locked onto you, capturing your attention.

Your eyes narrowed, the anticipation palpable in the air. With a trembling hand, you reached in, feeling a rush of heat as his cock emerged from its confinement. The room seemed to echo with a mix of gasps and whispered pleas. The scent of desire hung heavy, mingling with the musky aroma of arousal. Your fingers quivered, overwhelmed by the sheer size and power before you.

You leaned in, savoring the anticipation, and kissed the head of it as you slowly. You filled the air with a faint scent of desire as you licked him from base to tip, savoring the taste. Keeping intense eye contact with him, you could see the desire flickering in his eyes. He groaned softly; the sound echoing in the room, and reached down to push your hair out of your face, his fingers grazing your skin. The touch sent a shiver down your spine. As you took the head into your mouth, you closed your eyes, relishing the sensation. The warmth and texture of him against your tongue made your senses come alive. Every pulse and throb of his veins sent a wave of pleasure through your body. “You’re so—ah—” His voice trembled, a mix of pleasure and adoration. “So perfect, my love.” Hearing his voice falter, knowing that you were the cause, filled you with a sense of satisfaction and excitement. 

As you drifted away from him, the sound of your lips separating filled the room, a wet pop reverberating in the air. A mischievous smile curved your lips, adding an alluring touch to the scene. “Do you enjoy this as well?” you playfully giggled, keeping your lips tantalizingly close, so that each breath you exhaled brushed against his now glistening tip.

As your lips wrapped around him, you hummed blissfully, savoring the taste and texture. The sight of his pleasure-filled expression fueled your excitement, causing a rush of anticipation to surge through your body. His breath hitched, accompanied by the sound of a muttered curse, as his fingers tangled in your hair, tugging it gently into a disheveled ponytail. The sensation of his firm grip sent shivers down your spine. The scent of desire hung in the air, mingling with the musky aroma of your own arousal. With each deeper thrust, you fought back a gag reflex, determined to please him. The corners of your mouth glistened with drool, evidence of your dedication as you increased the tempo, the sound of your movements adding to the intensity of the moment. 

His head fell back, his chest heaved, and the room filled with the sound of deep, passionate moans escaping his parted lips. As his cock throbbed wildly against your tongue, you could taste the excitement in the air. Looking up at him with wide, expectant eyes, you felt the anticipation buzzing in your fingertips. The scent of desire lingered in the room, a heady mix of sweat and arousal. With each thrust, his body trembled, and you could feel his grip tightening in your hair, sending shivers down your spine. The sensation of his thrusts grew more intense, as if the room itself pulsed with the rhythm. As he pushed deeper into your throat, you could feel the warmth and weight of him filling every inch of your senses. Your throat tightened, but you welcomed it, taking in every part of him. His hips stuttered, and the room filled with a triumphant roar as he released into your mouth and over your hand, marking the climax of your shared desire. 

As his hips sank back down to the soft, warm blanket, he released your hair, allowing it to cascade down your shoulders. The sound of his ragged breaths filled the air, mingling with the gentle rustle of the fabric beneath you. A smile played on your lips as you crawled up his body. Straddling his hips, you could feel the heat radiating from his body, seeping through the fabric of your clothes. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you could smell the faint scent of his cologne that intoxicated your senses.

Before you could utter a word, he grabbed your face, his touch both firm and possessive. His lips crashed into yours, creating a whirlwind of sensations. The kiss was messy and hungry, sending electric jolts through your body. Soft growls and grunts escaped from his throat, a primal sound that reverberated in the stillness of the surroundings. It was as if he was staking a claim to you, marking you as his own.

The intensity of the moment took your breath away, leaving you gasping for air. Yet, you reveled in the passion, the raw desire that coursed through your veins. His hands, rough and calloused, roamed your body, igniting a trail of tingling sensations in their wake. One hand slid up your thigh, the warmth of his touch leaving a trail of fire. The other hand pressed firmly against your back, drawing your chest closer to his, the heat of his body enveloping you.

Your fingers instinctively tangled in his hair, the strands silky beneath your touch. As your tongues found each other, the taste of him exploded on your palate, a heady mix of desire and longing. You wrestled in a frenzy of sloppy, heated passion, the sounds of your breaths mingling in a symphony of soft gasps and primal grunts.

Amid this passionate dance, his grip on your hip tightened, a possessive hold that sent shivers down your spine. With a lustful growl, he pushed you back onto the ground, the softness of the earth cushioning your fall. Yet, his lips remained attached to yours, refusing to let go of the connection that bound you together in that moment of intense desire. 

When he pulled back, the air was thick with anticipation, leaving you both breathless. Your eyes, burning with lustful desire, locked onto each other, their intensity palpable in the dimly lit room. The faint scent of arousal lingered in the air, mingling with the musky scent of his cologne. “You learn so quickly, Izuku.”

You let out an exasperated huff; the sound escaping through your parted lips. In response, he emitted a low, warm chuckle that reverberated in the air. His lips touched your jaw, leaving a tingling sensation that spread across your skin. The faint scent of his cologne wafted towards you. As he mimicked your earlier movements, his lips trailed down, planting soft, butterfly kisses along the path of your jaw and throat. A soft, involuntary mewl escaped your throat, a sound filled with both pleasure and anticipation. Suddenly, his teeth gently sank into the sensitive flesh, sending a shiver down your spine. The sensation was both pleasurable and slightly painful, awakening your senses further. He sucked fervently on the tender skin, creating a suction that made your breath hitch. Finally, he released his grip, and a cool rush of air brushed against the marked area, eliciting a shivery reaction. His voice, laced with amusement, broke the silence as he admired his handiwork. 

As he traced his fingers across your chest, leaving a trail of marks, you could feel a tingling sensation on your skin. The sound of fabric being undone filled the air as he lifted your back and slid down the zipper of your dress. The scent of anticipation mixed with the musky aroma of desire wafted through the room. Your body tensed, and a soft moan escaped your lips as his tongue glided over your exposed flesh, sending shivers down your spine. The vibrations of his chuckle reverberated through your body, intensifying the tingling sensation. Your chest felt sensitive to his touch, making you gasp and your skin tingle with every mark he left. Sitting up on his knees, he admired your love-marked body, the sight of it arousing him even more. With a dark purr, he ran his hand down your body, his claws leaving faint scratches that sent a shiver of pleasure mixed with a hint of pain. His voice dropped to a growled whisper, sending a thrill down your spine, as he pressed his finger against the damp heat between your thighs. Your whimpers and squirms filled the room, your body craving more of his touch. Using his knuckle, he teased your clothed folds, igniting a fire within you. Your moans grew louder, and your body moved eagerly to meet his hand, urging him for more. The hunger in his eyes told you he wanted to see just how much you desired him, and you were more than willing to show him. 

With a dramatic sweep, he delicately unveiled the last layer concealing his coveted object. The fabric glided over your legs, causing a tingle to ripple through your body. The sight of you wriggling beneath him brought a mischievous sparkle to his eyes. As he held the damp cloth close to his face, he inhaled deeply, savoring the intoxicating fragrance of your desire. Your natural scent alone was enticing, but this heightened aroma was enough to send him into a frenzy. He lowered himself between your thighs, planting a trail of kisses and gentle nips, each touch building anticipation like an exquisite prelude to a sumptuous feast.

“Please, Izuku,” you pleaded, craving the sensation of his lips on your throbbing, aching center. The air was heavy with anticipation as you awaited his response. A mischievous smirk played on his lips, his eyes fixated on your exposed desire, dilating like a predator captivated by its prey. The scene was a symphony of need and desire.

Without hesitation, he indulged your plea, turning his attention to the feast before him. His head descended, and as his warm breath brushed against your sensitive skin, a shiver of anticipation traveled down your spine. The room seemed to hold its breath as he savored the taste of your essence on his tongue, slowly exploring the tender folds of your womanhood.

A soft, breathy moan escaped your lips, blending with the sounds of your own racing heartbeat. The touch of his skilled tongue against your swollen clit sent electric shocks of pleasure coursing through your body. Your senses heightened, every nerve ending alive with the intoxicating sensations he evoked.

In that moment, his eyes ignited with a passionate fire, mirroring the intensity of the inferno building within you. The air crackled with the shared heat and desire, as if time stood still. And as he skillfully maneuvered his tongue, a symphony of pleasure filled the room, leaving you trembling and gasping for more.

He chuckled softly; the sound filling the air as he swirled his tongue around your sensitive bud. The sight of his hand gripping the ground below you added to the intensity of the moment. With each flick of his tongue, a wave of pleasure washed over you, leaving your body tingling with sensation. The scent of your arousal mingled with the air, heightening the atmosphere. As he brought his finger back to tease the rest of your pussy, the feeling of his touch running up and down your folds sent shivers down your spine. Your moans of pleasure filled the room, accompanied by the heavy, uneven breaths that escaped your lips. The energy coursing through his body intensified with your praise, a feeling he had never experienced before. With a hunger in his eyes, his movements became faster, more desperate for that electrifying spark. Your back arched, the sensation building, and your hips instinctively bucked against his lips. Your heavy breathing and whining filled the room in a symphony of complaints. Your impending orgasm was almost tangible, a growing presence in the air. You could feel the smirk on his lips, a visual cue that ignited your desire even more. With a nod, he growled contentedly, a sound that resonates deep within you. He reached up, his hands holding your hips still, ensuring his rhythm remained steady. The anticipation became unbearable as your toes curled in anticipation. And then your climax exploded, rippling through your body with an intensity that left you breathless. The room filled with the echoes of your cries of pleasure, each one reverberating off the walls. Izuku eagerly lapped up your release, his senses overwhelmed by the taste and scent of you. 

As you caught your breath, your body still trembling, he slowly crawled back up your body, his every movement leaving a trail of anticipation in the air. The scent of desire lingered, mixing with the musky aroma of sweat. His lips met yours once more, softer this time, but still filled with that primal hunger that sent shivers down your spine.

“Tired?” he playfully questioned, his voice a low whisper that echoed in your ears. You shook your head, feeling the warmth of his breath against your skin, as you wrapped your arms around his neck. The touch of his skin against yours sent a wave of electricity through your fingertips.

“I still have one more desire,” you breathed, your voice barely audible over the sound of your pounding heart. His head cocked to the side, a sly smirk playing on his lips, a sight that always made your heart race. Your ragged breaths and the soft rustling of fabric filled the room.

Sliding one hand down to cup his cheek, you felt the roughness of his stubble against your palm. Your other hand held onto his neck, feeling the strength and warmth radiating from his body. “I want you, all of you. Mind, body, all of it,” you whispered, the words hanging in the air, heavy with desire.

His lust-darkened eyes softened, the intensity replaced by a tender gaze, as he leaned into your touch. The sensation of his skin against yours sent a wave of heat coursing through your body, making your senses come alive. “I’ll give it all to you, my love,” he replied, his voice filled with a mixture of passion and devotion.

Leaning in, he kissed you passionately, the taste of desire mingling with the sweetness of his lips. Your groans melted together, creating a symphony of pleasure, as he rocked his hips against yours. The sound of your bodies moving together filled the room, heightening the intensity of the moment. You could feel the warmth of his length against your stomach, a physical reminder of the raw passion that consumed you both. 

As he pressed himself against your entrance, you couldn’t help but bite your lip, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness. The sound of your whispered plea for gentleness hung in the air, a sheepish admission of your vulnerability. With his arms braced under yours, you could feel the strength in his touch, his fingertips grazing your skin. As he slowly pushed in, you drew in a sharp breath, the slight sting of his stretch causing your face to contort. The scent of your arousal mingled with the intimate atmosphere, heightening the sensations. Pausing, he caressed your cheeks with his thumbs, his touch both comforting and electrifying. “Breathe, sweetie, look at me,” he cooed, his words soothing and grounding. Opening your eyes, you met his love-stricken gaze, the intensity of his emotions reflected in his eyes. Despite the slight pain, your body relaxed, the feeling of connection outweighing any discomfort. “Does it hurt?” he asked softly, his concern clear.

“A little... but I’m okay, don’t stop,” you reassured him, your voice filled with a mix of desire and trust. With each push of his hips, a low groan escaped his lips, the sound mingling with the rhythm of your breaths. Pressing his forehead against yours, he made the last push inside you, savoring the exquisite squeeze of your tight walls around him. 

Your body quivered as the invigorating waves of pleasure cascaded through you, eclipsing the subtle ache. The air carried a hint of musky sweat, mingling with the sweet scent of anticipation. “Keep going,” you whispered, the words barely escaping your trembling lips. He acknowledged your plea, withdrawing his hips before plunging back in with a deliberate, unhurried rhythm. Each deliberate thrust sent a surge of electrifying sensations, dancing across your skin like a symphony. As his shaft skillfully grazed new, unexplored depths within you, the friction against your clit intensified. A tantalizing fusion of pleasure and pressure. 

You stretched your neck, straining to meet his lips, the anticipation causing your heart to race. A soft whimper escaped your mouth, merging with the warmth of his kiss. As he held you close, his arm encircled your waist, providing a sense of security. The rhythm of his movements quickened, sending waves of pleasure through your body. The change in angle intensified the sensation, allowing him to penetrate deeply, igniting a symphony of pleasure. Your voice echoed in the room as you cried out, your grip on his neck tightening, your nails digging into his skin. Overwhelmed with pleasure, you could feel the heat radiating from your core, aching for more.

The crackling electric spark surged through his spine, sending a jolt of energy that illuminated his senses. The fiery sensation ignited in his stomach, swirling like a tempest of passion. As his head tilted to the side, his ragged breaths whispered against your neck, creating a gentle breeze that caressed your skin. The tingling sensation traveled down your spine, awakening every nerve in your body. His words, huskily whispered into your ear, carried the scent of desire, intoxicating and alluring. “Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes! Yes!” you moaned happily, your voice carrying the sound of pure pleasure. As you spoke, you could feel his cock twitch deep within you, a sensation that sent shivers of delight up your spine. The air filled with the intoxicating scent of desire, mingling with the musky aroma of sweat and the faint hint of vanilla from scented candles nearby. The room seemed to vibrate with the rumble of his contented growl, harmonizing with the rhythmic thumping of his hips snapping against yours. A rush of warmth flooded your body, igniting a fiery sensation that spread from your core to every nerve ending, intensifying the pleasure coursing through you. With a playful giggle, you whispered, “Ah, you like hearing that you make me feel good, huh?”

“M-mhm,” he growled in a low, rumbling tone, his voice resonating with an undertone of frustration.

You turned your head, the soft glow of candlelight casting flickering shadows on the walls as you leaned in close to speak directly into your lover’s ear. The sound of your voice was barely a whisper, a gentle melody amidst the symphony of sensations that surrounded you. The intoxicating scent of passion filled the room—a heady mixture of sweat and desire. As your bodies moved together, the rhythmic symphony of your cries mingled with the percussive snaps of colliding skin, creating a euphoric cacophony that reverberated throughout the room. His own primal growls and grunts, a primal chorus of pleasure that seemed to echo and bounce off the walls, fueling the fire that burned between you, accompanied each gasp and moan.

As the rhythm of his forceful thrusts intensified, the sight of his glistening body moving against yours filled your vision. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, blending with your ragged breaths and moans of pleasure. Musky sweat and desire filled the air. With each powerful thrust, your back arched off the ground, the sensation amplified by the overwhelming pleasure. “F-fuck! Izuku! Don’t stop!” you cried out, your voice filled with a mix of desperation and ecstasy. The moment you uttered those words, a surge of pleasure washed over you, bringing you to the edge of climax. Your senses heightened as you felt the pleasure building inside you, ready to explode. In that moment, his eyes locked onto yours, his smirk fueling your desire further. As you surrendered to the pleasure, your body convulsed, a wave of bliss crashing over you, leaving you breathless and completely undone.

“Come on,” he growled, his voice laced with desire as he gritted his teeth. The sight of his intense gaze sent shivers down your spine. You could hear your own rapid heartbeat pounding in your ears. As his words sunk in, the scent of passion hung in the air, a heady mix of sweat and arousal. Your nails dug into his back, the sensation of your touch mingling with the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through your body, as another powerful orgasm swept over you. 

He continued thrusting inside you, the rhythmic motion of his hips sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Your moans filled the room, blending with the sounds of your bodies joining. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air, mixing with the musky aroma of sweat. As your climax approached, you could feel your inner walls tightening around him, gripping him tightly. Your moaned praises filled the room, urging him on. Beads of sweat formed on his brow, glistening in the dim light, as he fought to hold back his own release.

With every breath, your heart raced, pounding in your chest as if it were trying to escape. The sweet scent of desire filled the room, mingling with the soft glow of dimmed lights. As your bodies moved in sync, you could feel the warmth of his touch electrifying every nerve in your body. The sound of your moans filled the air, harmonizing with the rhythm of your connection. Locked in a passionate gaze, your eyes met, conveying a deep intensity that words could never capture. In that moment, it was as if the world faded away, leaving only the two of you in a euphoric embrace.

“That’s right, sweetie,” he whispered, his voice a low, rumbling growl that sent shivers down your spine. A breathy chuckle punctuated his words, the sound of it lingering in the air like a soft breeze. The scent of his cologne filled the room, a heady mixture of musk and warmth. As his hips crashed against yours, the sound of their collision echoed through the room, a rhythmic symphony of desire. His pace slowed, but the intensity remained, the feeling of his body against yours becoming more pronounced. You could feel the heat of his breath on your skin, mingling with the sweet scent of sweat. A chorus of moans and gasps, the sounds of pleasure dancing around you, accompanied every movement. With each thrust, the sensation intensified, the friction building, until you could feel his release coating your walls, a physical manifestation of his devotion. The overwhelming pleasure made you whimper, a sound of pure bliss escaping your lips. 

He huffed, the sound escaping his lips like a gentle gust of wind, and relaxed his body on top of yours. His arms supported his weight, ensuring he didn’t crush you as he settled into a position of comfort. You laid together, your bodies intertwined, basking in the aftermath of your shared experience. The silence enveloped you.

Your eyes, filled with love and devotion, reflected the depth of your connection. They glistened, shimmering like pools of pure affection. Your hands trembled, a tactile manifestation of the emotions coursing through you, as you gently cupped his flushed cheeks. The warmth of his skin, tinged with a rosy hue, provided a sensory contrast to the coolness of the air.

“I love you so much. You’re so perfect,” you whispered, your voice carrying a mixture of awe and adoration. The words hung in the air, their sweetness lingering like a fragrant perfume. A wide smile adorned your lips, stretching them with joy.

He chuckled, the sound resonating in the room like a soft melody, and reached up to brush your sweat-soaked hair away from your face. His fingers, slightly damp from exertion, glided through the strands with a tender touch. His eyes, brimming with heartfelt admiration, conveyed a depth of emotion that words could not capture. In the short time you had been together, you had consistently brought him immense happiness, making him feel deserving of the love and care given to him.

As he gazed into your eyes, time seemed to stand still. The world around him faded into insignificance, and he realized his place was by your side. The intensity of his feelings welled up within him, making it impossible to articulate the depth of his love. “I love you too, more than I can put into words,” he finally responded, his voice filled with a mixture of tenderness and longing.

[dabilove27]

Paring: Hiei x FemDemon!Reader

Rating: M

Word Count: 6.3k

Warnings: A lot of pregnancy talk, childbirth (nothing graphic), Hiei being his typical standoffish self, Hiei calls reader "woman," pining, soulmate bond, ummmm and I think that's it but of course if I missed anything please let me know!

The idea of Hiei as a father was as unlikely as fire and ice existing in harmony—something no one, least of all Hiei himself, ever expected. Most of the demon world saw him as this ruthless and someone to fear, even though he had come far from the villain he was before joining the spirit detective team.

Empathy, love, and warmth are not words anyone would ever use to describe the hot-headed fire demon. But those closest to him saw a change when you came into the picture.

The Demon World tournament that named Enki as king had barely settled in memory when you first crossed paths with Yukina. It wasn’t a chance meeting, but a quiet moment when she arrived in your village, visibly overwhelmed by the chaos of the demon realm. “You seem lost,” you had said softly, offering her a place to rest and share her worries. From that single act of kindness, an unlikely bond formed, one that would eventually lead you into the lives of the famous Spirit Team. You met Yukina when she traveled to the human world searching for her long-lost brother. Yukina’s discomfort was palpable as she clung to the edges of her kimono, her eyes darting around at the unfamiliar sights and sounds of the demon world. “It’s... so much,” she had murmured softly, her voice tinged with both awe and fear. Her hesitant steps and the way she hovered close to you spoke volumes about her unease. But she had been so dedicated to her cause that you wanted to support her however you could.

When Yukina arrived in Gandara, looking overwhelmed and lost, you felt compelled to help. Inviting her into your modest home, you offered her a safe space and listened to her story. Over shared meals and quiet conversations, you helped her map out a plan to cross into the human world, ensuring she had food, shelter, and the emotional support she needed during her week-long stay. The two of you bonded quickly. Yukina was sweet and easy to talk to. And the day before she left, she confided in you that you were her first friend on this journey, and she would never forget your kindness.

Accompanying her to the border where she could slip into the human world became more emotional than expected. Many demons had their cold, emotionless exterior, but Yukina touched your heart in such a short time that it melted all of those walls you had always tried to put up to prove you were strong in this dog-eat-dog world. Being a lower-class demon, you fought little and tried to keep to yourself. So it was refreshing to find another demon who wasn’t bloodthirsty and seeking a power status lift.

You can’t seem to hold your emotions back as tears sting in your eyes as you approach the border with her. Looking at her, you see her own eyes are welling up, and you know you need to stop before the two of you are sobbing messes. Sucking up your melancholy feelings, you embrace her in a tight hug. Her soft, mint hair tickles your cheek, and you can’t stop the sniffle that comes through.

Yukina squeezes you back, putting as much effort into her hug as her tiny frame can manage. “I’m going to miss you so much, my friend. I promise we’ll meet again,” she whispers, her voice breaking for a moment. The two of you break away, and she makes her way to the shimmery wall that separates the two worlds with some reluctance. Heart aching, you watch one of your only friends leave without knowing if you will ever reunite again.

But less than a decade later, that opportunity arrived unexpectedly. The morning began like any other, quiet and uneventful, until a sharp, insistent knock at your front door shattered the stillness.

“Coming!” you yell at the closed wooden door, your voice slightly hoarse from just waking up. You fumble to wrap your silk robe around your frame, wondering who could be knocking so early. A flicker of unease settles in your chest—visitors were rare, and unexpected ones even more so. Shaking off the thought, you try to steady your breath as you prepare to face whoever is on the other side. You were not a morning person and had only been out of bed for a bit before your world was about to change forever. Placing your hand on the doorknob, you turn it to meet intense ruby red eyes, dark locks standing straight up with a white starburst through them, and the scowl of a very annoyed demon you would soon get to know more of.

The man takes your disheveled attire and bedhead and lets a slight scoff. You don’t miss the remote flash in his eyes when his gaze settles on your cleavage as it peeks through the top of your nightshirt. You’re about to call him out on it when he barks your name at you in a terse tone.

“Yes, can I help you?” You ask hesitantly, unsure why the border patrol would be at your home; you hadn’t ever crossed into the human world. Recognizing the fire demon quickly, everyone knew Hiei, holder of the jaganshi, friend of Raizen’s ancestral heir, and part of the prestigious Spirit Team known far and wide across the three worlds. But again, you didn’t have any connection to that, so you aren’t sure why he was here.

Hiei ignores your question and starts saying, “Pack a bag,” his tone clipped but not entirely devoid of irritation. “The Spirit World prince—idiot that he is—has decided you’re allowed into the human world after a meeting.” His words are quick as he glares at you with narrowed eyes.

A multitude of questions fly through your mind—why am I being taken to the human world? What does the spirit world even want with me? What the fuck did I do? You go with the last one, “What did I do? I don’t understand.” Your voice shakes with nervousness as you ask.

Hiei lets out an annoyed sigh. “I don’t know what you did, woman, but I don’t want to be the Spirit World’s errand runner for long, so I suggest you hurry.”

Even with the nervousness coursing through your body, you roll your eyes and make your way into your home, the fire demon following you. What a jerk. No decency, no manners. The annoyance of him being here and acting like you just had to follow his every whim hurt your head. He sits on your couch and slings his legs up to rest on your coffee table. Choke down the scoff you want so badly to release in his direction.

Taking a steadying breath, you retreat to the bedroom of your modest home, methodically gathering clothes and small toiletries into a bag. Your “guide” to the human world hadn’t told you how long you were leaving for, and you weren’t inclined to ask him if you had to purchase clothes in the human world. You guess you would. Zipping up your tote bag, you sling it over your shoulder and head out of your room back into the main room of your house.

As you approach your couch, you’re taken aback by an unexpected sight. Hiei, the ever-tense and guarded fire demon, reclines with his eyes closed, his face unusually serene. The sharp edges of his usual scowl have softened, and for the first time, you see him without the weight of his defenses. It’s almost disarming to witness such calm from someone who always seemed ready to fight the world. You take a moment to admire the sight. If you took away his surly personality, he was actually a good-looking man.

You let out a surprised squeak when his crimson eyes open and meet your gaze. “If I couldn’t smell the demon on you, I’d wonder if you were even worth my time,” he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm, yet his eyes linger a fraction longer than they should, betraying a flicker of curiosity. effortlessly swings his legs off your table and swiftly moves into a standing position. Within an instant, he’s standing in front of you. Your eyes are level with his, and your noses would touch if you had taken a step forward. The moment feels entirely too intimate despite his insult, and you feel the heat rise in your face.

You’re about to return to his earlier comment when he barks at you, “Come on, woman, we’ve wasted enough time.” He turns quickly and makes his way towards the door. You know that fighting with him will only make this trip more miserable than it should, so you sigh and shut your mouth as you follow behind him. Anxiety sits deep in your belly at the prospect of meeting the prince of the spirit world. And what lies ahead for you after that?

The visit to the Spirit World had been eventful. The atmosphere was best described as a chaotic busyness. Multi-colored ogres ran haphazardly around white tiled floors with papers stacked high. It was a wonder they actually got anywhere with them.

Koenma welcomed you into his office with a reserved but lingering gaze, his honey-brown eyes scanning you as though searching for something he couldn’t quite name. “It’s rare to see someone like you in our world,” he remarked casually, the faintest hint of a smirk on his lips. He gestured for you to step closer to his desk, his movements deliberate, almost calculated, as if to maintain an air of control despite the faint flush of color on his cheeks. The words he didn’t say—his unspoken curiosity—hung between you, more telling than anything he could have voiced outright. Today, he was in his adult form—tall and poised, with honey-brown eyes that sparkled with a mix of authority and curiosity. His soft brown hair framed his face perfectly, giving him an air of polished charisma befitting a deity. Yet there was a trace of something more human beneath the divine exterior, a nervous energy that betrayed his composed demeanor.

There wasn’t a chair beside his own, so you stood awkwardly beside the fire demon at the large wooden desk. Koenma launched into a detailed explanation of the dos and don’ts in the human world, his pacifier bobbing rhythmically as he spoke with a firm, practiced authority. Yet, there was an earnestness in his tone, as if he genuinely wanted you to succeed in this new environment. His voice filled the space, and you wondered why they had chosen you for this journey. His words seemed deliberate, as though he was avoiding saying something important, and it left you uneasy.

It brought you out of your haze when the prince clears his throat. “Questions?” He asks, watching you with an intense gaze.

“Ah yes, why am I going to the human world?” You’re thankful you asked because your tour guide wasn’t helpful.

Koenma’s expression shifted sharply, his honey-brown eyes narrowing into a piercing glare directed at Hiei. “You didn’t even bother to explain? Typical,” he said, his voice tinged with exasperation. You could almost see a vein threatening to pop on his forehead, but there was also a sense of weariness, as though he had long accepted Hiei’s disdain for protocol.

“I’m not your errand runner, you pathetic imbecile. You said to bring her here, and that’s what I did,” Hiei snaps back sharply; the tip of his foot in his black boot taps the ground with impatience.

A sigh comes from the Spirit World prince as he turns back to you. “You’re a friend of Yukina, correct?” He asks with a much kinder tone than he addressed Hiei with.

Hearing Yukina’s name fills you with giddy happiness, and you can’t stop the excitement that filters into your voice, “I am! Did she make it? Did she find her brother? Is she okay?” You miss the way Hiei is watching you closely.

He isn’t sure if he’s annoyed or intrigued by your enthusiasm. Hiei has always been wary of people who have relationships with his sister. He watches your excitement practically vibrating off you as Koenma tells you she requested you to visit since she cannot return to the demon world. And while Hiei knows exactly why Yukina summoned the visit and that it’s nothing to be alarmed about, he’s left with an unfamiliar feeling when he watches your excitement turn to concern for his sister. It’s a tug in his stomach, something different from the sense of defeating an opponent, but he can’t place a word on it.

Koenma hesitated before responding, his tone softening. “It’s best if Yukina explains herself,” he said, the kindness in his voice contrasting with the tension in the room. “I assure you, it’s nothing alarming.” He glanced at Hiei, his expression tightening again. “And Hiei will be your escort. He knows the importance of this.” But you can’t help the pit of anxiety in your belly, especially because you can feel the anger rolling off of Hiei when Koenma says he will have to stay in the Human World.

Hiei clenched his fists, his instinct screaming to lash out and remind the Spirit World prince that he was no longer anyone’s pawn. But something held him back—a tug in his chest, faint but insistent. His eyes flicked toward you, curiosity flickering behind his usual scowl. He swallowed the retort, his irritation giving way to a simmering resolve to unravel whatever this strange feeling meant. But his curiosity about that nagging tug in his stomach got the better of him; he had to find out what it meant. And if it wasn’t anything, he’d drop you right back in that hovel of a home and never have to see your face again.

But Hiei didn’t know how much you truly would change his life.

The first thought that hits you when you arrive in the Human World is how bright it is. The light blue sky with fluffy clouds starkly contrasts the blood-red horizon you were used to seeing. You can’t help but gawk as you take in your surroundings. The two of you had entered a heavily wooded area, birds were chirping happily, and there wasn’t a single sound of a scuffle (which was the norm in your homeland).

“Come on, woman, it’s not that different,” the fire demon scoffs while walking down a path between the layers of trees.

You can’t help but glare at his back, covered in his signature black cloak. “I have a name, you know?” You snark back at him while hurrying to catch up on his steps.

“I’m well aware, but I don’t plan on staying around long enough to remember it,” He retorted cooly, not even breaking his stride.

Anger pulses through your veins from the first moment he waltzed into your home like he owned it. He had been an utter asshole. You hope you wouldn’t have to put up with him too much in the Human World.

The two of you continue along the dirt path until a massive home lies before you. It looked more like a large training facility, but you didn’t have time to ask questions when one of the paper doors quickly slid open, and in the now open doorway stood your friend from long ago. You feel your heart jump in your chest when seeing her, but even more at her round stomach.

And you can’t stop yourself from leaping to her but also carefully; you didn’t want to overwhelm or hurt her, and if she had a demon mate, you didn’t want to risk him becoming protective. But as you move forward, Yukina does, too; her steps are slower because of her protruding belly, but you can feel the pull between you.

And so, within a matter of seconds, the two of you are holding each other in a warm embrace, different from the last one thanks to the third little person in her stomach but still comforting and something that brings back fond memories. You pull away after a moment, tears stinging the corners of your eyes.

“I’m so happy to see you!” Yukina’s soft sweet melodic voice reaches your ears as you watch her place a delicate hand on her bump. “I’m sorry it was so sudden, but I wanted to know if you would stay here when I had my baby?”

Her words bring flutters of joy to your heart. Even though the two of you hadn’t known each other for long, hearing that she wanted you to be here when the baby arrived made you feel incredibly loved. “I’d be honored to Yukina,” you practically squeal, resisting the urge to pull her into another hug.

You spent the following hours with Yukina, and you slouched over a dining table, sipping tea and talking about everything that has happened since she left. She told you about being captured when she came here. If the bastards weren’t already dead, you would have killed them yourself. Yukina told you about the dark tournament and connecting with the renowned Spirit Team. She talked about her human mate, Kazuma, and his kindness and gentle spirit, to which Hiei let out a disgusted scoff. You wondered if he was interested in Yukina, but he didn’t seem jealous, just annoyed.

You listened intently as she discussed her romance with Kazuma and the excitement of their first child together. It filled your heart to the brim to see her so happy, knowing she had made a good life for herself here after the two of you had split. The only thing she hadn’t discussed was whether she had found her brother, but before you could even bring it up, the huffy fire demon announced it was time to retire for the evening.

Yukina agreed and apologized, saying it exhausted her quickly these days. Letting her know it was not an issue, you followed her through the home corridors, where she showed you your room. It was just enough space for you, and you felt safe; you trusted Yukina wouldn’t purposely have you stay somewhere that could be of danger to you. So you settled into the soft bed and let your eyes close to allow yourself to rest and recover from this crazy day.

You spent the following month preparing for the baby. But through all that, you meet the infamous Spirit World team that forever changed the Demon World. Yusuke was everything you’d heard about him: brash, childish, and loyal, with a knack for turning any mundane moment into something unforgettable. Like the time he walked in during dinner, tossed a bag of spicy chips onto the table, and declared it a contest to see who could eat the most without water—his grin wide as he goaded Kuwabara into another ridiculous showdown. You quickly learned that his loyalty wasn’t just talk when he defended Kuwabara’s cooking one night with such passion it turned into a heated—albeit ridiculous—debate about the ‘true art’ of noodles. He welcomed you into the group quickly with no qualms; it touched your heart that he didn’t see you as this demon but as part of their family.

Kazuma, or Kuwabara as some others called him, was kind, and you couldn’t have picked a better soul for your friend. It was clear how much he loved her and bent over backward for each need. And it was also clear how much she loved him; a smile blossomed on her face each time he was around her.

Kurama, another infamous being, was also extremely welcoming. He asked polite questions about where you were from and shared some stories of his own from your home.

You wondered how the angry fire demon fit into this dynamic; of course, you had heard why he ended up joining their team, but he was so different from the others, colder and not welcoming in the slightest. But something always pulled your attention back to him, like an invisible string between you. And you could tell he felt it too. You caught him looking at you on multiple occasions, almost as if he was studying you, trying to pick each bit of you apart to understand why you affected him. Yusuke would quickly point out and joke about Hiei having a crush if he started too long.

That sent the fire demon into a petty fit. Hiei would make some threats toward the previous spirit detective and then flit quickly out of the room. But no one missed the slight tinge of pink that stained his cheeks when you would catch his crimson eyes. And you wondered how true Yusuke’s statement was.

You had little time to ponder that because Yukina’s due date was fast approaching. You spent days preparing the nursery, helping Kuwabara put furniture together, and ensuring the ice maiden stayed off her swollen feet. The couple had waited until birth for the gender (primarily because of Yukina not wanting to go to a human hospital and raise questions). The couple chose soft shades of green to fill the baby’s room.

When not working in the nursery, the two of you spent your time together, not knowing exactly how soon you would have to return to your home. You wanted to soak up as much quality time as possible. They filled every night with stories and laughter, and it felt right. You felt so at ease with Yukina. It’s as if the two of you had known each other for decades.

Hiei’s presence was impossible to ignore. He would linger in the background during your time with Yukina, his crimson eyes following your every move. It wasn’t overt, but subtle—a quiet scrutiny that sent a shiver down your spine. He never said much, yet his gaze spoke volumes, heavy with thoughts he never shared aloud. Sometimes you caught him glancing away quickly, as though he didn’t want to be caught staring. Other times, his gaze lingered just long enough to make you question whether it was protectiveness for his sister or something else entirely. At first, it seemed like simple curiosity, but over time, it felt more like scrutiny. Hiei’s gaze wasn’t casual; it carried the weight of unspoken thoughts, as though he were searching for something—some flaw or intention—that he couldn’t quite name. You wondered if it was protectiveness for his sister or something more complicated. You noticed every time Yukina and you would spend time together that Hiei wasn’t far behind. He would slink into the room soundlessly a few moments after you and Yukina had entered. And while he hardly ever interacted with the two of you, sometimes you could feel his eyes staring into your back. You wish you had time to ask Yukina what the deal was with Hiei without him being right there. But you never got the chance to do that, and you didn’t want to insult her friends.

So you tolerated his odd obsessive need to be in the same room as the two of you and instead prepared for the birth. Yukina told you it could be any day now, and she looked even more ready to pop than when you first saw her. She spent most days resting up for the big event until it happened one day in the early evening.

Yukina woke up and called out to Kuwabara and Genkai. You were worried about your friend but knew that hovering in her room while trying to push out another person wouldn’t be helpful. Instead, you find yourself with Hiei, sitting on a window ledge, body propped up, staring out into the setting sun, in the main sitting area. Everyone else wouldn’t be coming until later to give space to the new family some time to themselves.

You fidget restlessly in your chair, unable to shake the nervous anticipation bubbling within you as you await news of the baby’s arrival. Reading or taking a walk didn’t help distract you, and so you had to settle with just sitting and waiting. Shifting your leg to pull it back up on the couch for the twentieth time, set something off in the fire demon.

“Will you stop with the incessant movements, woman?” he snaps at you, and when you meet his disgruntled expression, his eyes are burning holes straight through you.

Anger and annoyance bubble up inside you, and you can’t hold your tongue around him any longer. “I have a name, you know that, right? After all this time, you could at least call me by my name. And so sorry I’m worried about my friend! I thought you might be, too, since you can’t stop looking at her. It’s not my fault she picked Kuwabara over you.” You know you’re poking the bear, but you can’t help it; he doesn’t get to be nasty and not expect anything back.

A look of disgust falls over his face; you worry you may have pushed him too far. Hiei flits over until he’s right in front of you, crimson eyes practically boring into your soul. “Yukina is my sister,” he spits out, along with your name. “But she isn’t aware of that, so you better keep your mouth shut unless you want to meet a swift death.” His tone is cold and stern as he stares you down.

Your mind practically blanks as you look at him. He’s pretty this close, and his eyes draw you in. You look away from them; the intensity becoming too much to bear, and find his lips. Up close, they look soft even though you’re sure they’re chapped from his outdoor training sessions. You curse your stupid mind for the images flooding your brain of kissing him just to catch him off guard.

You’re stuck so long in that thought you don’t realize Hiei’s Jagan is glowing and slowly entering your mind. His chuckle breaks you out of your thoughts, and you’re met with an infuriating smirk on his face. “Well then, if that’s what you’ve wanted all this time, why didn’t you just ask?” His voice is devilish, and for the first time, he’s looking at you like prey instead of something he despises.

“Asshole!” You put your hand on his firm chest and push away when an electric shock flies through you at the contact. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You panic; both of you know exactly what that feeling means. All you can think of is how to get out of here and escape because you do not know how Hiei is going to react to that.

The two of you are standing just inches from each other when Kuwabara comes running out into the main room, covered in a light sheen of sweat. “Hey, guys! The baby–oh so sorry, it looks like you’re busy, but um, the baby is here,” he’s stumbling over his words as he takes in the scene before him.

Quickly, you take this moment to squeeze away from Hiei and make your way over to Kuwabara. You don’t even dare a second glance at the fire demon. “Congratulations, new father! Can I see them?” Your eyes plead with him. Please don’t leave me alone.

“Uh, yeah, sure, Yukina was actually asking for you,” Kuwabara responds, sounding dazed and confused as he still tries to figure out what happened.

“Great! Let’s go then!” You chirp, moving past the towering man and down the hall towards Yukina’s room.

Yukina and Kuwabara had a healthy baby girl named Rui, after Hina’s best friend. She looked exactly like her mother, with a little tuft of mint green hair and red eyes. Unfortunately, the strong demon genetics seemed to have completely overpowered Kuwabara’s human ones, at least in terms of looks. But regardless of how she looked, you could tell both parents were smitten with their new little bundle.

Yukina looked exhausted but still calm and beautiful, a soft smile on her face as she held the baby to her chest. Kuwabara stood right to the side of them, looming over the two of them. His face was stretched with the biggest grin, the biggest you’ve seen since you met him.

It warmed your heart to see the little family and your friend so happy and content. You let that moment wipe away any thoughts of what just happened with Hiei. You came here to support Yukina, not to do whatever was going to happen with Hiei.

Yukina beckons you for a closer look, and you quickly oblige, leaning close but still giving the new mother room while looking down at the quiet baby. She was absolutely perfect. You’re so lost in the moment you miss the other pair of red eyes watching you from the doorway.

Hiei tries to deny the longing deep inside him when he sees you with his sister and his new niece. The thirst is screaming for him to mark you, mate you, reproduce with you. He knows it’s just the mating bond trying to connect the two of you; you are nothing to him. Or at least that is what he tells himself as he tries to push out every positive memory of you from his mind.

You aren’t sure how long you should stay once the baby is born. You don’t think you’re intruding, but you expect that you’ll have to go back to your home in the demon world someday.

Leaving Yukina makes your heart heavy; you’ve enjoyed every moment with her. Seeing her grow and helping her in these first weeks of motherhood has been such a joyous occasion. Of course, she’s a natural, taking to motherhood like a fish to water. Rui wants nothing and is so obviously loved by her parents.

You don’t really do much to help them other than taking Rui when they need a much-needed rest. And all she really does is sleep in your arms until she’s hungry. But you enjoy the brief moments; you can’t stop watching her as she sleeps. Her tiny eyelids fluttered as she fell into a deeper sleep. It makes you long for a child of your own, something you’ve always wanted, but reproducing with demons was for lineage, not necessarily for the human joy of having a baby.

But being here and seeing this alternative to raising a baby made you want this life even more. It made you want to abandon the brutality of the demon world to live a quiet existence here, with your children and your ma–no, that was just biology speaking. You didn’t want Hiei.

He had shown interest in Rui, but it was clear he was extremely uncomfortable being around a child. Whenever she let out a shrill cry, he would bristle and didn’t know how to respond. He would also pull back when she reached out her tiny hand to touch him. Fatherhood and Hiei clearly didn’t mix.

Weeks turned into months, and you still stayed with Yukina and her family. Laughter, learning, and the occasional awkward encounter with Hiei filled each day. Not that you didn’t want to leave—it was that you didn’t know where you’d go. The peace and warmth of this place were addictive, and the thought of returning to the harsh world you came from filled you with dread.

As for Hiei, the two of you had grown... closer. Well, as close as one could get to the stoic fire demon. He wasn’t as openly rude as before, but his sharp tongue and bluntness remained. Still, there were moments—moments where his lingering presence or softened expression made you question everything.

One such moment came late one night. Low in the sky, the moon cast a silvery glow over the porch where you sat, sipping tea and letting the quiet settle over you like a blanket. The distant chirping of crickets provided a soothing backdrop, but your thoughts were far from peaceful. The weight of unspoken questions and lingering tension filled the cool night air, making it almost tangible. Just as you took another sip, lost in the haze of your thoughts, his voice cut through the quiet like a blade.

“You’re avoiding me.” His voice was calm, but there was a sharpness beneath the surface that made you flinch slightly. You set your cup down, forcing yourself to meet his gaze, though the intensity of his crimson eyes made it difficult.

“I’m not avoiding you,” you murmured, though the words sounded unconvincing even to your own ears. He raised an eyebrow, stepping closer, the shadows clinging to him like a second skin.

“Liar,” he said plainly, and you felt your chest tighten.

“Maybe I am,” you admitted quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. “Can you blame me? Things have been... off.”

“Off?” he echoed, his tone laced with something you couldn’t quite place—curiosity or maybe frustration. He stepped closer, his movements deliberate, as though he were closing the space between you both to ensure no escape. You took a deep breath, bracing yourself.

“Since that day,” you admitted, the words heavy as they left your lips. His eyes flickered, a subtle shift that betrayed his usual unreadable demeanor.

“The bond,” he finally said, his voice carrying the weight of inevitability.

There it was, out in the open. You swallowed hard. “You felt it too?”

“Of course I did.” His voice was quieter now, less sharp. “I’ve spent a lifetime ignoring things like this. It’s not as easy to do anymore.”

You blinked, taken aback by the honesty. “So, what are you going to do?”

He shifted, his gaze dropping for a moment before returning to yours. “That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out.”

You let out a dry laugh, though it lacked humor. “Well, if you find the answer, let me know.”

Hiei’s eyes narrowed slightly, though there was no malice in his expression. He moved closer, stopping just in front of you. “You’re afraid,” he said, almost as if he were stating a fact.

You opened your mouth to argue but stopped yourself. “I’m not... afraid. Not exactly. Just... unsure.”

“I’m not used to this either,” he admitted. His voice was low, as if he were confessing something he didn’t want anyone else to hear. “But you... you’ve changed things.”

His words hung in the air between you, heavy with meaning. You felt your heart thudding in your chest, unsure of how to respond. “Changed things how?”

He leaned closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “You make me... stay,” he admitted, the words deliberate and slow, as if tasting them for the first time. They hung in the air between you, unspoken possibilities trembling on the edge of the moment.

Your breath hitched, and the distant chirping of crickets faded into the background, leaving only the sound of your racing heartbeat. “Maybe staying isn’t such a bad thing,” you replied softly, your voice carrying a tentative hope. His lips curved ever so slightly, a fleeting expression that almost resembled a smile.

“Maybe not,” he said, the faint warmth in his tone making your chest tighten in a way that felt both terrifying and exhilarating.

Years later, soft, sleepy murmurs disturbed the quiet of your home in the Human World. In your arms rested a small bundle wrapped in delicate blankets, tiny hands clutching the fabric as if for dear life. Your heart swelled as you gazed down at your newborn child, their features a delicate balance of yours and Hiei’s. The crimson hue of their eyes and the faint flicker of dark hair already bore a striking resemblance to their father.

Hiei stood a few steps away, his arms crossed as his ruby eyes watched intently. Although his expression was guarded, the subtle tension in his shoulders revealed the depth of his emotions. He had said little since the baby’s arrival, but his presence had been constant, like a sentinel protecting his newfound family.

“You can hold him, you know,” you said softly, tilting your head toward him.

He hesitated, the slightest flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. “He’s... so small,” he muttered, almost to himself.

A gentle voice and a smile graced your face. “You won’t break him, Hiei. Here.” You carefully shifted the baby into his arms, guiding his hands until he cradled the tiny figure against his chest.

For a moment, Hiei simply stared, his crimson eyes wide and unblinking as he took in the child's weight in his arms. The fierce warrior, the fire demon feared across realms, now held his child with the same care he might reserve for the most fragile of treasures.

“He looks like you,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

“And you,” you replied, leaning against his shoulder. “He’s perfect.”

The room fell into a comfortable silence, broken only by the soft breathing of the baby. Hiei’s expression softened, the hard edges of his usual demeanor giving way to something new—something vulnerable. For the first time, you saw him not as a fighter or a protector but as a father.

“I’ll protect him,” he blurted, his voice firm but low. His gaze didn’t leave the child. “No matter what.”

“I know you will,” you replied, placing a hand gently on his arm. “We’ll protect him together.”

Hiei glanced at you then, his eyes holding an unspoken gratitude. He leaned his forehead against yours for a brief, intimate moment before turning his attention back to the baby.

In that quiet moment, the three of you together, you felt the truth settle in your heart. You had found a family—a place where even someone like Hiei could belong. And in his arms rested the proof that even the most unexpected bonds could bring new life, new hope, and a future worth fighting for.

[dabilove27]

Under Starlit Skies

Paring: Vash x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Established relationship, Oral Sex, Submissive and a bit pathetic Vash, Hand Job, Cunnilingus, pet names, smut. If I missed anything let me know!

Summary: On a chilly night beneath a canopy of stars, you and Vash share a quiet moment filled with wonder, warmth, and intimacy. As he points out constellations with infectious excitement, his embrace becomes the perfect refuge from the cold. In the stillness of the night, the vastness of the universe feels insignificant compared to the comfort and love you find in each other.

As you sit outside, bundled up in layers to combat the cold, the air feels crisp and biting against your cheeks. The stars above shine, scattered across the clear, black canvas of the night sky. You can hear the faint rustling of leaves in the wind and the distant hoot of an owl perched in a nearby tree.

The scent of earth and pine lingers in the air. Despite the discomfort, you can’t help but marvel at the beauty of the stars. They twinkle and shimmer, forming intricate patterns and constellations that Vash points out.

As you gaze at the vast expanse above, a sense of awe and wonder washes over you. The enormity of the universe becomes palpable, filling you with a mix of insignificance and curiosity. Vash’s knowledge and passion for space adds an extra layer of excitement to the experience, making you appreciate the moment even more.

Though your feet may freeze, the discomfort fades into the background as you soak in the romantic atmosphere, the twinkling lights, and the vastness of the universe. The presence of something greater makes it an unforgettable night, where you forget about the cold.

Under the cozy gray blanket, you feel a comforting warmth, as if time stands still in this magical embrace.

The cold air bites at your exposed skin, seeping into your layers and making you tremble; beside you, Vash shifts, noticing your slight shiver. “Hey, you’re shivering,” he breathes, his breath misting in the cold as his concern for you grows. Ignoring your unspoken protest, he pulls you close, the warmth of his body radiating through the soft blanket.

His warmth envelops you instantly, chasing away the cold and replacing it with a gentle heat that spreads through you like a soft blanket. His red coat, a vibrant crimson, held the subtle scent of gunpowder, yet his personal fragrance overlaid it; a wonderful mix of sunshine and sweetness that always brought a feeling of security. “Can’t have you freezing out here,” he murmurs, a playful lilt dancing in his voice like sunlight filtering through the trees. He pondered, “Am I really a hero if that happens?”

You chuckle, sinking into his embrace, the layers of blankets and clothing between you no match for the intimacy of his hold. “You’re already a hero, Vash. Just being here with you is enough.”

He hums in response, resting his chin atop your head. His sky-blue eyes flicker between the stars above and your face, his gaze soft with affection. “You know,” he begins, his voice thoughtful, “stars are like people. Some burn bright and fade fast, others take their time, but they all leave something behind. A legacy.”

You tilt your head to look at him, catching the faint glimmer of sadness in his expression, one you recognize but don’t always know how to ease. Reaching up, you cup his cheek gently, grounding him at the moment. “You’re one of the brightest, Vash. And you’re still here, with me. That’s what matters.”

For a moment, he looks at you as though you’ve hung the stars in the sky yourself. His smile returns, soft but radiant. “You always know what to say,” he whispers, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.

The silence that follows feels sacred, filled with unspoken emotions as the world narrows to just the two of you. The stars above twinkle on, but their light pales compared to the warmth you find in Vash’s presence.

“Still cold?” he asks after a while, a teasing glint in his eyes.

You grin, nuzzling closer to him. “Not anymore.”

“Good,” he says with a mock-serious nod. “Because I’m not letting go.”

And he doesn’t. 

He gazes at you tenderly, his eyes conveying a gentle longing. As he leans in closer, you notice the subtle scent of his cologne. Your breath quickens, and you can hear the soft rustling of fabric as he slowly spreads your legs apart, causing a tingling anticipation to surge through your body. A shiver runs down your spine as his warm breath brushes against your skin, and you feel a rush of desire as his lips contact the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs. His delicate kisses send waves of pleasure coursing through you with each touch. A heady mixture of your arousal and musky scent fills the air. You eagerly invite him closer, your senses overwhelmed by the velvety texture of his warm, wet tongue gliding sensually over your sensitive clit. With exquisite sensation, a symphony of pleasure resonates through every fiber of your being, easing the ache between your legs. The sound of your own breathless moans mingles with the wet sounds of his skilled ministrations, creating an intoxicating melody. The intensity builds, making you instinctively bite down on your lip, trying to stifle the overwhelming pleasure that threatens to consume you.

With Vash’s tongue swirling and flicking on your clit, his soft sucking intensifies the pleasure. A gasp escapes your lips, but you bite down hard to stifle a cry as a wave of intense heat and tingling washes over you. You feel the sensation of his blonde hair in your hand as you move your hips, savoring the suction of his mouth.

As you nod, your breath quickens, creating a faint wheezing sound. The air feels heavy and warm against your skin, intensifying the rising heat in your body. You can see a glimmer of anticipation in his eyes as you encourage him.

His tongue lowers, a wet and velvety sensation that brushes against your entrance. The sound of your own whimpering mingles with the soft lapping sound as he licks at your sensitive flesh. A faint scent of arousal lingers in the air, mixing with the musky scent of your own desire. You try to squeeze your legs together, feeling the tension building, but he firmly pushes them back open, his touch leaving a tingling sensation on your skin.

Your cunt clenched involuntarily in response to his movements, a wave of pleasure coursing through your body. The taste of his lips against your clit, the warmth and wetness of his mouth, sends shivers down your spine. He drags his tongue over your sensitive bud, creating a delicious friction that sends you spiraling into ecstasy.

“Do you like how that feels, sweetheart?” Vash asks, whispering to you which you nod, shaking lightly.

He kisses more onto your clit, his lips delicately tracing the sensitive folds. You can feel the gentle twitch of pleasure ripple through your body, sending shivers down your spine. The blonde’s hands rub your thighs soothingly, providing a comforting touch as he skillfully delights you with his mouth.

As the sensations intensify, Vash’s cock twitches and a bead of anticipation escapes, dampening his pants. Unable to resist the overwhelming desire any longer, he succumbs to the urge, his hand exploring himself. A low hum of pleasure escapes his lips as he simultaneously pleasures you and indulges in his own needs.

With a mixture of desire and vulnerability, he tilts his head, meeting your gaze. “Don’t look at me like that. It hurts,” he pleads, his tone filled with a hint of desperation. You glance down, captivated by the sight of his hard cock in his hand pulsating with need.

He resumes his oral ministrations, his tongue and lips expertly working their magic, while his hand softly tugs on his aching cock, aching for release.

“Stop touching yourself,” you order, catching him off guard before he argues. “How about you do me a favor first, and then I’ll see what I can do for you?” His pout falters before he nods in understanding, taking his hand off himself. Vash focuses on licking your intimate area to ensure satisfaction. Your movements convey your needs as you roll your hips and press into his face, despite him already being attuned to your desires.

You gently murmur, “You’re such a good boy,” as he hums softly against your clit, sending shivers down your spine. The sensation makes you arch your hips involuntarily. “Just like that,” you urge him, feeling his suction quicken ever so slightly. The sound of his lips and tongue working their magic fills the air, heightening the pleasure. You catch a faint whiff of his arousal mingling with your own, the scent adding to the intoxicating ambiance. As his excitement builds, you can feel a bead of precum trickling from his slit, a tantalizing sensation against your skin. He discreetly squeezes his cockhead, thinking no one notices, but you do. You call out his name, “Vash,” with a warning in your voice, causing him to hastily withdraw his hand. Desperation and innocence are clear in his eyes as he looks at you.

“I know I’m sorry. I’m trying.” Vash whimpers back to you, sucking on you, getting you close to the edge.

“That’s it, baby,” your voice whispers softly. The sound of your breaths intertwines with the occasional moan that escapes your lips, growing slightly louder as you bite down on my lip. Your senses heightened. Your body grounding into his face. “C’mon, sunshine, make me cum,” you praise, the words laced with desire, causing Vash to whine in pleasure, eager to give you what you crave. Surrendering to the overwhelming sensations, you let go, your body trembling as waves of pleasure wash over you. Your ears buzz as a moan escapes, carried by the scent of passion that fills the air, as you ride out the intensity of your orgasm.

The blonde softly sucks on you, helping you ride through it before you push him off. The sight of his swollen red lips is captivating, and it’s tempting to take advantage of everything he can provide. As you pull him over to sit in front of you and reach for his cock, Vash’s hips instinctively react with a flinch. As you let out a hum, you can feel him shiver against you because of the sensitivity of his cock.

“I’m dripping so much,” he whines softly before he feels you plant kisses on his neck and shoulder.

“I see that,” you whisper, noticing the subtle scent of his arousal as you touch him.

As Vash’s breath hitches, you can hear a faint whisper of desperation in his voice. The sound of his hips rocking into your hand adds a rhythmic sensation to the air. You can feel the urgent grip of his fingers tugging on your sleeve, like a plea for help.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you. There’s no need to get all worked up, even though it’s quite alluring,” you tease him as he shakes his head.

“Baby, stroke me,” he pleaded, his voice filled with desire. A slight hiccup escaped him, a sign of his overwhelming excitement. As your hand glided along his throbbing length, you could hear the wetness, a sensual symphony. The feeling of his body against yours, his waist embraced by your touch, intensified the moment.

Vash’s moans become more pronounced as you lavish attention on his neck with your sucking and kissing. While you pleasure him, his mind clouds over. His voice was a thin, reedy whine as he cried out, “Baby,” and “Please,” each word choked with emotion. Softly, he places his hand into yours, yearning for the familiar, welcoming sensation. A smirk spreads across your face as you whisper to him, the rapid beat of his pulse a tangible thing beneath your fingertips.

“I want it to be your pussy so desperately,” he murmurs, his voice trembling with desire as he pleads for a taste of what he craves. The subtle flicker of desperation in his eyes matches the quiver in his voice, his yearning palpable in the air. You meet his pleading gaze with a slight frown, the weight of his longing hanging heavily in the silence between you.

“I’ll give it to you. But not right now, got it?” Squeezing his cock tightly, you hear him let out a yelp before he nods immediately.

“Yes, of course, thank you,” he whispers, his voice filled with gratitude. As he leans into you, the warmth of his body envelops you, and you can feel the tension in his waist as you gently squeeze it. With a subtle shift, he spreads his legs wider, granting you unrestricted access to explore the depths of your desires with him.

“Sweetheart, you’re driving me to the edge,” he moaned softly. A shiver travels up the man’s spine, reaching out to grip your thigh before he becomes dizzy. The familiar, drawn-out whines, each note a tremor of impending doom, confirmed your suspicions.

The sweet scent of passion lingers in the air, mixing with the subtle musk of desire. As you whisper in the man’s ear, your voice is a gentle melody that resonates deep within him. A low, guttural grunt escapes Vash’s lips, punctuating the moment, as he releases his pleasure onto your hand.

[pocksprincess]

Chapter 4 - Don't Clean Your Windows

Series masterlist

Obito Uchiha x f!reader

Modern AU, obi still has scars, pining, reader embarasses herself (it's kinda cringe tbh but this whole story is in a romcom kinda way soooo), reader has daddy issues but she's pretty well adjusted, reader does not find neji hot soz, unhinged group chat between co-workers

Word count - 1419

Beta baddie - @dabilove27 ty my sweet love <33

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The rest of your week flies by uneventfully. You only see Obito in passing, when you leave the house in the morning and return home in the evening, but he actually returns your little waves of greeting now. The small gesture fills you with far too much warmth.

Your second week on the job was a little more relaxed. You know how the practice runs now and after meeting Neji, your final introductions are complete. But the best part is that you've become fast friends with both TenTen and Sakura, even creating a group chat that you all take turns filling with nonsense. 

Today is Sakura's day. You are gathering up your many supplies to finish cleaning the upstairs rooms when your phone chimes from your pocket. You catch a message from the ‘girlies’ group chat as you pull it out, balancing your bucket of cloths and spray bottles on your thigh, as you unlock your screen:

Sakura-chan🌸: so do we think daddy yams is cute? 

You snort in disbelief and put down your supplies in favour of seeing where this particular question ends up leading to. 

You: Sakura, please stop calling him daddy. One of these days you'll let it slip at work, ya big creep

Sakura-chan🌸: not a chance. yeah, but he's cute. in that tired dad way?

You laugh under your breath (she's relentless) and plop down on the stairs to get comfy, too lazy to walk to the living room, and knowing full well that if you sit down on the sofa you won't get up again until dinner.

🖤TenTen🖤: Total dilf! Or I guess an honorary dilf

You: Lmao

🖤TenTen🖤: Got that “i'll provide for you” vibe going on

🖤TenTen🖤: What about Neji though? 

Sakura-chan🌸: see! daddy's provide, tenten agrees! i still think sensei is hotter though

You: NOT NEJI

🖤TenTen🖤: Sakura nooo, Guy practically raised me 🤢

Mrs Hyuuga👰💍: neji is gorgeous!! 😍 

You: lmao sakura did you really just change your name

🖤TenTen🖤: You can't deny Neji is 🔥 just because he told you off the other day

Mrs Hyuuga👰💍: what!! bet he's lonely, i can keep him company <33

You: Ew no, Neji is the dad I never had. And not in the hot ‘daddy issues’ way…before you even chime in Sakura 🚫🙅‍♀️

🖤TenTen🖤: looool sakura is down bad for neji

🖤TenTen🖤: thought you were in love w that friend of naruto's, the emo guy

Mrs Hyuuga👰💍: he pissed me off so i’m looking at other options 

You: Yeah, cuz that will last long…

🖤TenTen🖤: LOOOL the truth has been spoken 

Mrs Hyuuga👰💍: it's not my fault my type happens to be the ones who don't care if i exist 

You stifle a snort into your hand. Sakura is insatiable and TenTen only encourages her degenerate ass. Not that you are any better, honestly-gawking shamelessly at your shirtless neighbour most mornings.

Mrs Hyuuga👰💍: our newest member has avoided commenting on the hotness of our bosses 👿

🖤TenTen🖤: that's becuz she's too smitten with her sexy neighbour 👅🍆💦

You groan audibly, it's like TenTen sensed what you were just thinking about, and now your stupid heart is racing more than it should at just the mention of him. You never should have told TenTen about Obito, she is the world's worst tease.

Mrs Hyuuga👰💍: sexy neighbour got you whipped! NEED PICS 📸🔥

You: omg I hate you both 

You: PICS OF WHAT?!

🖤TenTen🖤: 🍆 pics

You: I'VE SPOKEN TO HIM ONCE 

Mrs Sexy Neighbour💋: just take a pic of him when he isn't looking, you said he runs shirtless, right? 😈

🖤TenTen🖤: Yeah and you bought him wine!! Such a come on, can't believe you didn't get his #

You: SAKURA NO

🖤TenTen🖤: that's called stalking 

🖤TenTen🖤: get help @/Mrs Sexy Neighbour

🖤TenTen🖤: horny jail 4 you

You: y'all are WILD

Mrs Sexy Neighbour💋: how can we believe you about his hotness if we don't have evidence?? gimme his name, i'll find his socials 

You: And that's my cue to leave! 🏃‍♀️

Clicking the off button, you shove your phone back into your pocket just as a barrage of pings assaults your ears. You pick up your bucket, face flaming with embarrassment, and shake your head as you make your way upstairs-those girls need a time out and housework doesn't do itself.

After doing a deep clean of the bathroom and vacuuming the carpets, you are now tackling the grimy windows in the spare room-preparing the space for your mother's visit next month. And it just so happens that from your vantage point you have a direct line of sight into Obito's backyard.

You can see him squatting in the dirt with a trowel in hand (and fully clothed this time, much to your disappointment) as he tends to his garden. You had a sneaky look at the beautiful blooms and array of vegetables and fruits from your bedroom window not long after you moved in. After meeting the mountain of a man himself it surprises you he has such a green thumb.

Although, when you think about it further, it oddly suits him. You definitely picked up on a vulnerable and sensitive side to him during your chat. It shocks you that such a blatantly attractive man could be so bashful and reserved. You initially assumed his brusque and uninterested demeanour was that of an overly confident and self-assured individual. What's the saying your mother used to always tell you? Something about the more beautiful the man, the more arrogant he is.

But how wrong you were. You suppose a man that heavily scarred has his fair share of insecurities (not that he needs to, in your opinion). He is not what you expected at all and it only piques your curiosity. 

You can't help but watch him tend to his plants in his comically small gardening apron. He clearly enjoys the hobby, otherwise why would he be out there in the mid-afternoon heat working so diligently. A few seconds more and you begin to feel like a creeper, watching him without his knowledge, so you forcefully avert your gaze to the task at hand.

You need to clean the outside of the glass, something you've been avoiding doing for fear of your clumsy ass falling out of the window. But no one else is going to do it, so with a hefty sigh you roll up your sleeves and twist the handle. And…the jamb is stuck from misuse. 

Leaning over the windowsill, you place your hands against the glass and throw all your weight behind the push you give it. The window flies open with a loud crack as it comes unstuck, followed by a thump as its extensions reach their limit. You shoot forwards with the momentum, half hanging out the window as you desperately grip onto the handle for dear life.

You barely manage to stifle the surprised screech that rises in your throat, and with a horrific realisation, you chance a glance into Obito's garden. And of course he is watching you, face a picture of shock and concern. 

You grimace at the unlikeliness of the situation playing out around you and offer an awkward smile to your concerned neighbour-letting him know that you are unharmed, but most certainly an idiot. He raises a hand at you tentatively, a funny look crossing his face, and you don't know whether to laugh at the expression or slap yourself in the forehead for embarrassing yourself in front of him. This is definitely going to colour his impression of you.

With some effort, you manage to hoist yourself back into the room and on solid flooring. You poke your head back out the window, safely this time, and hold out the old t-shirt you are using as a rag (as if that explains everything) before rubbing it against the window pane in demonstration. 

"Just…cleaning my windows!" You holler, voice carrying across the space between you. 

"Oh. Okay!" He shouts back, confused at your admission, and you just about die on the spot. You offer another wave before ducking your head back inside and covering your flaming cheeks with your hands.

You couldn't make this shit up even if it was a cheesy romcom movie. You abandon your task and jog downstairs to your kitchen in shame where you hastily prepare yourself a glass of iced tea. Time for a break, you think.

You pull out your phone and open up the chat:

You: guys, you will never believe what just happened 🙃

[dabilove27]

YES GIRLIE YOU MUST GARDEN WITH HIM! My heart is all over the place with this chapter, but in a good way. If it isn’t obvious I support them being together EXPONENTIALLY

[dabilove27]

Soft Kakashi thoughts below the cut

You sit on the edge of your bed, the rough fabric scratching against your skin, staring at the vibrant flower garland Kakashi had given you, its sweet scent filling the air. The blush roses, their petals as soft as silk, filled the air with a sweet fragrance, instantly bringing a smile to your face as you remember how he’d presented them—a mischievous glint in his eye, a hint of pink on his cheeks that peaked over his mask.

As you gently run your fingers over the velvety petals, inhaling their sweet fragrance, a flutter in your chest is unavoidable. For what feels like forever, you’ve harbored a secret crush on Kakashi, a silent longing that keeps you up at night, your heart pounding with every imagined encounter. His gaze lingers, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he teases you, making you wonder if the warmth in his eyes mirrors your own feelings.

You lie down on your bed, the garland still clutched in your hand, and close your eyes. As you drift off to sleep, you’re aware of a presence beside you. You open your eyes to the sight of Kakashi, his intense gaze piercing yours from the edge of your bed. The room is silent except for your breathing.

“Sweet dreams,” he whispers, his voice low and husky.

A shiver of excitement runs down your spine as he gently brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch sending goosebumps across your skin. His touch, like a jolt of icy electricity, sends shivers down your spine, making you gasp as you involuntarily lean into his warm hand.

As you drift off to sleep, the sweet fragrance of blossoms fills the air, Kakashi’s warmth beside you a comforting presence, promising a breathtaking romance yet to unfold.

[capybaraohara]

Plant Dad Demon

[dabilove27]

Hey! Happy Mermay!

Paring: Merman Itachi x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 8.7k

Warnings: Smut, They meet quickly and have sex quickly, some language, hand job, oral sex, human/merman relationship, interspecies sex, a teeny blood kink, creampie

You couldn’t feign your love for the beach. The crowds, the intense heat and the proximity to the water didn’t match your preferences. You’d much rather stay home, snuggled up with a book and a cozy blanket than endure the scorching summer sun. However, your companions were adamant about not allowing you to spend yet another lovely day in solitude.

You trudged slowly around the beach as your friends made a beeline for the water. As you walked along the coast, your toes resisted curling into themselves. Tiny sand particles stuck to every inch of your feet, leaving you annoyed. Finding a quiet spot amidst noisy families and young adults swimming was frustrating.

You would find a quiet place to finish your book, regardless of whether your friends approve. Your small, colorful beach bag appeared heavy with the weight of your book as you longed for your sanctuary to manifest. The more distance you covered from the main entrance, the fewer people you encountered. 

Only a few individuals reclined silently on their pool towels, soaking up the warmth. It's impossible not to stumble upon a group of stones. The spot hides, and individuals disregard the alerts about not climbing on the stones. There is only one in the confined space at the jagged edges.

You remove your unhelpful flip-flops and pack them up before beginning your journey to discover a small corner of peace. The warm pebbles poke into your flesh, but you press on towards seclusion. You're grateful you wore pink bottoms and a white T-shirt, which offer some protection from the rugged terrain, in contrast to some sunbathers who wear skimpy clothing.

With caution and skillfully navigating through the uneven landscape and avoiding discomfort, access to the hidden alcove on the beach is possible.

*At last alone*, you search the shaded spot for a place to set your towel on the cool shoreline. It's noticeably more peaceful here than in the central region. The only sounds you perceive are the soft rustles of waves meeting the entrance to the cove and a passing seagull. You experience a slight thrill and release a contented sigh.

Gently, you sit down by the shore and allow it to hug you. The sensation is almost too perfect, but you ignore any uncertainties and delve into your backpack to retrieve your novel. You turn to the chapter that you marked with a bent edge and proceed reading the book. Unbeknownst to you, a sinister gaze observed you from the water  

The eyes tracked your every single movement as you stumbled onto the secluded beach, which humans rarely visited because of the rocky barrier. The person with dark eyes watched as you settled into the sand, and your shorts rode up, revealing more skin on your legs. 

Itachi had encountered many humans before, but none had captivated him as much as you. Your gentle sighs mesmerized him as you read the pages before you. The way you moved on the sand, hoping to glimpse more of your electrified him.

Dark tendrils of his long black hair floated on the clear blue water’s surface, while a part of him recognized the danger of watching you for so long. Since he was young, they had warned him not to reveal his kind to humans.

He sensed a deep connection to you and recognized he had to get you.

Itachi slipped silently below the water, letting it envelop him as he moved toward you. He found a secluded spot where land and water merged, a short distance from where you were seated, because he knew the area. He wasn’t thinking about how he planned to take you home, even though you weren’t a merperson. But he didn’t care.

As he approaches, he deliberately makes more noise to attract your attention. He dips under the water and lets his red fins lightly slap it, each sound a beckoning call, urging you to look up from your book. At last, as he emerges from the water for the third time, your eyes move away from the story that had previously captivated you. 

You study the man wading in the water. His dark eyes watch you intently. At first glance, he looks just like a human, but you can tell by the slight widening of your eyes that you know he’s not. Your mouth gapes as thoughts rush through your head, trying to make sense of everything. 

As a child, tales and movies that depicted merpeople always fascinated you. One day, you glimpsed what seemed to be a merperson with crimson fins disappearing into the water. It caused a sense of bewilderment and indecisiveness in your mind. On one hand, you were curious and wanted to learn more about this mysterious being. They warned to stay away from the stranger.

“How do–” you question the man quietly, but he doesn’t let you; instead, he beckons you to follow him down the beach, further away from the crowds. 

Despite the strangers’ warnings, you find yourself strangely compelled to follow him. You quickly stash your book in your bag and scramble to keep up as he gracefully moves through the water. His inky black hair disappears beneath the surface, and the crimson scales you thought you saw earlier finally splash above the water, shimmering in the afternoon sun.

The mysterious stranger led you to a cave where the sea flowed into the entrance. He swam into the cave without even looking back at you. Apprehension overwhelmed you, making it difficult to determine whether to go after him. However, curiosity got the best of you, and you entered the cave opening.

Continuing your walk into the cave, you notice the water reaching your ankles, and the sand beneath your feet provides a cooler touch. You use your hand to balance yourself and try to listen for any sounds in the eerie silence. You can only hear your footsteps as you tread carefully, uncertain what to expect or where the stranger went.   

As you continue walking, you finally come across a larger pool of water surrounded by a semi-circle of stones. The cool rock surrounding you led you to this mystical location. You soon realize that the man you had seen earlier is still there, leaning against a smooth stone near the back of the cave with the bottom half of his body still covered with water.

As you approach the man, you appreciate the sunlight that brightens your way. His unwavering gaze focused on you is unsettling. You push aside the temptation to over-analyze and persist, fueled by your curiosity.

As you approach the man, you finally get to look closer at him, no longer needing to watch your step. He has long, dark hair that cascades down his back, with a sleek frame that enhances his striking appearance. His handsome features are not of this world, with sharp cheekbones and eyes that seem like deep pools, drawing you in.

Your eyes lock with the other party’s, the air thick with unspoken tension, like a silent battle between predator and prey. Your mind races with a whirlwind of questions—Where am I? What happened?—but you’re too stunned to even utter a word. Suddenly, ripples disturbed the water below the other person’s torso, and a crimson fin, identical to the one you saw before, sliced through the surface with a silent whoosh. The bizarre sight, with its unsettling sounds and strange smells, only intensifies your curiosity and confusion.

Thankfully, you don’t have to break the tension because the stranger does it for you. As his voice resonates through the air, deep and calm, it lulls you into a false sense of security. The sight of him, with his piercing gaze and mysterious aura, adds to the intrigue. The scene is filled with a hushed anticipation, as if time has momentarily stood still. You can almost smell the faint scent of uncertainty mingling with the crisp air. But amidst it all, you can’t help but sense that this creature is unlike the ones from “The Little Mermaid.” He exudes a certain intensity, a raw power that sets him apart. He doesn’t look like the type to break into ballads and want to walk on land.

Instead, a bored expression masked his incredible self-assurance; his posture spoke volumes. The stillness in his eyes, the quiet confidence in his stance, was intimidating but sparked an undeniable curiosity. So many questions swirled in your head, a cacophony of queries, that you felt overwhelmed and couldn’t settle on the first one to ask.

“Why did you bring me here?” you whispered, the faint echo of your voice bouncing off the damp, rough walls of the small cave. The dim light filtering through the narrow entrance cast eerie shadows that danced and flickered across the uneven ground. The air was thick with the musty scent of damp earth, mingling with the subtle hint of decay. As you spoke, you couldn’t help but feel a shiver run down your spine, the coldness of the stone floor seeping through the soles of your shoes, sending a chill up your legs.

You noticed for a fleeting moment, as a faint smile touched his lips, the deep lines on his face seemed to soften before his expression hardened back into its usual stoic mask. “I figured you could use a quieter spot. The beach, full of people, isn’t the most isolated place.”

His words echoed through the air, both confusing and intriguing you. As you stood in this isolated spot, a gentle breeze brushed against your skin, carrying with it the scent of damp earth. The creature’s sympathy, unexpected yet palpable, lingered in the air like a faint fragrance, leaving you unsettled and curious. The scene unfolded before you — a tapestry of sights, sounds, and emotions intertwining to create a moment of profound significance.

“You’re right. Although these people were at the beach, I had to find a small secluded spot I enjoyed. You were the only other person I saw there.” You spoke with more assurance now, but the stranger’s face remained unreadable.

Silence surrounded you, except for the sound of water sloshing as the waves moved in and out. You still had your unanswered question, wondering why he had brought you to the beach if you could see no one else. His response was unsurprising: he had done so precisely because no one else was around.

His deep baritone gave you goosebumps as he intensely stared. “As you know, I’m not like your kind.”

“I still don’t understand why you brought me here specifically,” you insisted.

The merman appeared uneasy as you pushed him, perhaps unused to being questioned so much while luring beachgoers to a place where he always had the upper hand.

As you listened intently, the speaker revealed something quite intriguing about himself. He belonged to a species that was supposed to remain hidden from humans because of centuries of persecution by anglers. However, he couldn’t resist speaking to you, and his voice remained monotone as he shared his inner thoughts. Although it caught you off guard, you couldn't resist feeling drawn to him as well.

As you couldn't resist. All the warning signs were there, but this being seemed to have an irresistible pull on you.

You ask him what sets him apart from all the humans he’s encountered, and you realize you shouldn’t persist. You know you should grab your things and depart. But again, the inquisitiveness and attraction to his deep, mysterious eyes keep you from leaving. Rather than going, you desire to be lost in those eyes forever. You want to feel the scales of his tail with your hand.

As you approached him, the water rippled around your bare legs, and you found yourself drawn closer to him without realizing it. You couldn’t resist touching him, and soon, you stood over his leaning form, crouching before him. The smell of ocean salt tickled your nose as those captivating eyes pulled you in again.

“Can I?” Your voice lost bravado as eyes glanced at his tail.

As your hand touched the scales, a wave of power jolted through your veins. The water seemed to come alive, swirling and pulsating around you. The scales, glistening in the dull light, held an otherworldly power.

With a sudden burst of strength, he propelled you forward, deeper into the depths of the water. The world around you blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors as if you were being transported to another realm.

The pressure in your ears intensified, and the air escaped your lungs in a rush. Panic clawed at your chest, but his grip on your wrist remained unyielding. He was leading you further into his mysterious domain, a place where humans rarely tread.

As you descended, the water grew colder, wrapping its icy tendrils around your body. The scales beneath your touch seemed to vibrate, resonating with a primal energy. It was as if they were gateways to a hidden world, a realm of unimaginable wonders and untamed dangers. You hadn’t realized this cave connected to a deeper part of the sea.

Your heart raced, excitement pulsating through your veins. Every nerve in your body was alive, tingling with anticipation. The unknown awaited you, and you couldn’t help but be drawn deeper, captivated by the enigmatic creature guiding you.

Deeper still you went, the water pressing against your skin like a thousand invisible hands. The light above grew fainter, swallowed by the fathomless depths. Yet, in the darkness, the scales glimmered, illuminating your path with an ethereal glow.

Time lost its meaning as you traversed this underwater labyrinth. The world above felt distant, a memory fading into oblivion. All that mattered now was the bond between you and this majestic being, whose touch ignited a dormant power within you.

Finally, the descent slowed, and you hovered above a hidden cavern, a sanctuary nestled in the ocean's heart. He released your hand, and you floated weightlessly, suspended in the sea's embrace.

You gazed in awe at the sight before you, a breathtaking tapestry of coral reefs, bioluminescent creatures, and secrets waiting to be unraveled. This was a world you had only dreamed of, and now it was your reality.

With a graceful motion, he swam by your side, his eyes reflecting a wisdom beyond time. Together, you would explore the depths, unlocking the mysteries that lay concealed beneath the surface. And as you ventured forth, you knew that your life would never be the same.

But air was slowly escaping you and you were aware you needed to reach the surface. You tread water as you reach the top where the summer sun twinkled above. Your eyes stung from the sea water but you kept pushing forward. The sanctuary of oxygen was just mere moments away. And finally, you broke through the surface, gasping heavily to take in everything you could.

“Finally... air..” you choke out.

Moments later, the stranger surfaces as well, his hair glistening in the sunlight. “Are you okay?” His voice held no concern but more curiosity.

Coughing while still trying to catch your breath, you responded, “Yeah, just... needed to breathe.”

The pounding of your heart reverberates through your chest, sending waves of adrenaline coursing through your veins. Each beat reverberates in your ears, amplifying the perception of approaching peril. Your bleary eyes strain to focus, darting around the vast expanse of the ocean, searching for any sign of rescue or escape.

As your gaze settles on the distant beach, panic grips you like a vice. It seems impossibly far; the shoreline stretching out into an endless horizon. Doubt and fear intertwine, clouding your thoughts, making it difficult to determine if your exhausted body can make the treacherous swim back to safety.

The water, once inviting and serene, now emanates a treacherous aura, akin to a dark abyss prepared to engulf you entirely. Its cool embrace tugs at your limbs, reminding you of the immense power it holds. With each step forward, the waves push against you, testing your strength and determination.

Thoughts race through your mind, trying to piece together the puzzle of this mysterious stranger’s intentions. Was this a cruel game? A sinister plan to leave you stranded, vulnerable, and ultimately, lifeless in the ocean's vastness? The chilling possibility sends shivers down your spine, causing a ripple of goosebumps to form on your skin.

Fear and desperation mingle, urging you to decide. The weight of the unknown presses heavily upon your shoulders, and a sense of urgency propels you forward, despite the uncertainty. With every stroke through the water, you can’t help but wonder if this will be your last, if your strength will falter before reaching the safety of the shore.

As you battle against the swells and the doubts that plague your mind, a resolute determination takes hold. You refuse to be a victim, to succumb to the ocean’s merciless grasp. The adrenaline fuels your determination, pushing you to fight against the odds, to prove that survival is possible, even in the face of impending danger.

With every stroke, every kick, you push yourself beyond your physical limits. A fierce will to live drowned the pain and exhaustion out. The shore may still seem distant, but the burning fire within you keeps you going, refusing to let the ocean claim you as its victim.

As you continue your struggle against the elements, a glimmer of hope flickers in your weary eyes. The beach, once so far away, inches closer, gradually becoming more attainable. The realization that you might just make it fills you with a renewed sense of strength, propelling you forward with a surge of energy.

With each stroke, the fear of the mysterious stranger’s intentions dissipates. You focus solely on the rhythm of your movements, trusting in your own resilience and determination. The ocean, once a place of impending doom, becomes a testament to your unwavering spirit.

As you finally reach the shore, gasping for air and collapsing onto the sandy beach, a mixture of relief and triumph washes over you. You survived. You defied the odds and emerged from the clutches of the ocean’s grasp. The mysterious stranger may have intended harm, but their plan was no match for your indomitable will to survive.

It had been about a week since the incident at the beach, and every night dreams of the mysterious stranger had plagued you. He called to you and beckoned you back to the sea. No matter how terrifying that moment underwater was, you couldn’t escape his deep eyes. After dreaming about his touch for seven nights, you knew you had to return to the damn ocean, like a sailor drawn to the siren’s song.

Even in the summer, there are some days that fewer people go to the beach. You waited until a cooler day where the clouds floated in the sky and covered the sun. The drive to the beach was maddening, wondering if you were insane or if you had hallucinated the whole thing. But you had to see him again, you had to know more about him.

There was a lingering doubt in your mind. Was it worth the effort to go through such a chaotic drive just to see him again? What if it turned out to be a disappointment? Perhaps you simply had an infatuation with the idea of him rather than who he truly was. The logical side of your brain urges you to let move on, to focus on more important aspects of your life. After all, chasing after someone based on a brief encounter seemed impractical. But deep down, the longing to know more about him prevailed, overpowering any doubts or reasoning.

After what seemed like forever, you finally arrived at the beach. You looked around and felt relief at the minimal amount of cars in the parking lot. But you knew exactly where you were going, back to the small cave that was secluded from everyone’s gaze. You hoped that this wasn’t a fool’s quest, but you’d never stop thinking about the “what ifs” if you didn’t at least try. You were determined to explore the small secluded cave on the beach, no matter the outcome.

You slowly returned to the secluded area you had been to before. The sand was cooler without the sunshine, but it felt nice under your sandaled feet. The climb to the private part of the beach was easier now. However, with each step, you could feel the adrenaline pulsing through you.

You couldn’t resist the urge to catch another glimpse of him, even if it was only for a moment. The desire to end the incessant dreams and thoughts about this enigmatic creature consumed you. You finally arrived at the spot where you had become absorbed in your book. The tranquility of the surroundings remained undisturbed, with only the soothing sound of the lapping waves and the cries of seagulls providing a melodic accompaniment.

As you gazed out at the vast ocean, all that met your eyes was a seamless blend of gray and blue, mirroring the sky above. Your efforts to discern some form or pattern within the shapeless water, while squinting, proved to be fruitless. With a sense of defeat, you sank down onto the cool sand, still fixated on the horizon, desperately longing for the stranger to reappear.

With a heavy sigh, you gave it thirty minutes. If he still wasn’t there, you would leave. Possibly to return, but you didn’t want to go home empty-handed. Cursing yourself for not bringing your book, you sank your fingers into the cool sand, feeling its grainy texture. The gentle breeze carried the salty scent of the ocean, tickling your nose. As you waited and waited, you traced intricate shapes in the sand, feeling the coolness seep into your fingertips. Periodically checking your phone, you watched as the minutes leisurely strolled by, each tick bringing you closer to the set time.

The last minute came and went, and you waited five more, just staring out into the ocean. Until frustration took you over, you stood up in a huff.

“Fine, don’t come, you stupid fish,” you spat out, frustration clear in your voice. Turning away, your footsteps padded softly against the sand as you mumbled to yourself, the distant sound of cars whizzing by filling the air. The faint smell of salt lingered, a reminder of the nearby ocean, as you felt a mix of disappointment and irritation creep in.

Feeling dejected, you trudge back to the jagged rocks, their rough texture scraping against your palms as you climb. The salty breeze brushes against your face, carrying with it the faint scent of seaweed and adventure. As you make your way towards your car, a sudden splash breaks the rhythm of your footsteps, drawing your attention. Whipping your head around, your eyes scan the vast expanse of the ocean, its deep blue waves crashing against the shoreline. The sound of seagulls fills the air, their cries echoing in the distance. Searching for any sign of the mysterious stranger, you strain your eyes, hoping to glimpse his enigmatic presence. Doubts cloud your mind, but a glimmer of hope flickers within you, flourishing like a flame in the darkness.

Your heart pounds as you wait, watching the water shimmer and ripple. It feels like an eternity, but finally, the surface breaks. The stranger with obsidian hair, who has haunted your dreams and left you restless for days, emerges.

He scoffed, his tone laced with annoyance. “Stupid fish, am I?” His cocky voice resonated in the air, as he watched you with intense crimson eyes, daring you to react.

Your face flushes with heat, a mix of embarrassment and unease as his unwavering gaze lingers. Yet again, his appearance is mesmerizing, with his skin shimmering like starlight and his long locks dancing softly upon the water. As you stand there, unable to find the right words, you wish you had prepared your thoughts beforehand.

“Shall we return to the cave?” His melodic voice beckons you, and all you can do is nod as you climb over the rocks.

As you make your way to the cave, the rhythmic melody of the ocean and the occasional echo of your footsteps interrupted the tranquil ambiance only on the rocky terrain. The cool sand of the cave brushes against your skin, causing your heart to pound with anticipation.

After what seems like an endless journey, you finally arrive at your destination. Drawn by an inexplicable force, you move towards the mysterious stranger as if in a trance. With a deep breath, you waded forward and dove under the rippling waves, feeling the cool water enveloping your body as you propelled yourself with powerful strokes.

As your heart raced and a sense of disorientation set in, the powerful waves crashed against your body, pulling you further into the depths of the water. As you struggled to swim back up to the surface, the sharp pain in your thigh intensified, sending waves of agony up your side. With each passing moment, the distance seemed to stretch infinitely, and as the waves grew stronger, your initial panic escalated into sheer terror. 

You didn’t realize the danger in the deeper water. You resurfaced multiple times to catch your breath, but you were lost in your thoughts. With little thought, you dove back down to look around. 

However, you drifted further than expected. As you floated between two massive coral formations, a colossal wave unexpectedly surged, violently tossing you around.

Completely taken by surprise, you found yourself utterly bewildered, groaning internally and clutching at your head and side. Your heart raced, causing a bit of disorientation, while the waves grew stronger, involuntarily pulling you further into deeper water. Pain coursed through your thigh, shooting up your side, and panic set in as you struggled to swim back up to the surface. It felt as though the surface was light-years away, and with each push of the waves, your panic grew into full-fledged fear.

A sudden, massive object of unknown origin flashed by your side, startling you. As you gasped for breath, the taste of the salty liquid intensified, causing you to cough uncontrollably. Panic surged through you as you desperately thrashed, your limbs flailing against an unseen force, rendering you immobile. The sensation of suffocation grew stronger, oxygen depleting rapidly. The events that followed blurred together in a hazy whirlwind.

Out of nowhere, a powerful force seized your body, leaving you bewildered. You were certain that you had blacked out for a few moments. Eventually, you lay on the rough ground of a cramped cave, desperately coughing and gasping for air as it flooded back into your lungs.

“Oh, my God!” You felt a surge of emotions as you turned over onto your stomach, tears cascading down your cheeks while your whole body shook with a mix of fear and adrenaline. 

As you swam in the small pool, hidden among many others, accessible only from underwater, a gentle force nudged you, pushing you out of the water. Your gasps and splutters echoed loudly within the cave. The only source of light came from high above, where the opening revealed glimpses of the blue sky peeking through. 

You frantically scrambled back, the rough texture of the ground scraping against your trembling hands and knees. The sound of your panicked breathing filled the air, echoing in your ears. As your eyes darted around, searching for your savior, a mix of relief and terror washed over you. And then, finally, you saw them. Your heart skipped a beat, your eyes widening in disbelief as you took in their presence.

His red eyes stared back at you. He floated half in the pool. He had long limbs and webbed hands. Several layers of stunningly beautiful black tresses floated down from his head in soft waves.

His skin had the smoothness of a dolphin, but what truly mesmerized you was the stunning fusion of deep red and black that flawlessly blended together. The striping pattern on his limbs was so perfectly executed that it took your breath away. However, it wasn’t just his appearance that captivated you. As the Merman gracefully emerged from the pool, his movements gentle yet deliberate, you couldn’t help but notice the chiseled contours of his body. Even in your state of shock, it elicited a strange sensation within you.

“Oh my God, oh my fucking God!” your mind screamed at you, questioning whether you had hit your head that hard. 

An icy wave of shock washed over you, leaving you surprised. Unbeknownst to you, you had gotten injured in the water, but Itachi sensed it immediately. The metallic scent of blood mingled with the salty water as your body collided with the unforgiving rocks, the sharp coral slicing open your thigh. Itachi, drawn by your unique fragrance, witnessed your distress, and it jolted him to his core. Disregarding his own rule of non-interference with humans, he defied the odds and risked everything to come to your rescue. 

You shuffled back, fear in your eyes. Your mouth was parted open, struggling to catch your breath. It pained him to see you like this. He didn’t want you to fear him, but he didn’t know how to express it. Itachi searched his mind for a word, any word he had heard from eavesdropping on the fascinating creatures for decades. He hoped it would help ease some of your fright. 

However, the scent of your blood was so overwhelmingly powerful that it made Itachi dizzy. His primal instincts clashed with his rational thoughts, causing him to resist. Something within him suddenly snapped, and he cautiously inched closer, attempting to appear as non-threatening as he could. 

You felt your body tense up as the stranger slowly approached, your heart pounding in your chest. Your eyes widened with fear, scanning his every move. But something about the way he gracefully moved made you hesitate, intrigued. As he got closer, you could hear the faint sound of his footsteps on the ground, blending with the distant caws of seagulls. The air was heavy with anticipation, a mix of anxiety and curiosity. He reached out his hand, fingers outstretched in a calming gesture, and gently brushed your ankle, sending a shiver down your spine. His eyes widened with genuine curiosity, reflecting the light of the setting sun. 

“W-What are you…” You started, the words catching in your throat as your voice trailed off. The air was heavy with the scent of dampness and something indescribable, making your senses recoil. An icy shiver ran down your spine, goosebumps prickling your skin as you felt a chilling presence in the cave.

Itachi blinked, his dark eyes narrowing as he tilted his head slightly. His gaze locked onto you, unwavering, as he deliberately moved closer. The scent of your blood hung heavy in the air, its metallic tang overpowering his senses, drawing him in irresistibly. 

“You’re hurt.”

Itachi drew nearer, his hand smoothly sliding up your thigh, the coolness of his touch sending shivers down your spine. Despite his intimidating appearance, there was an inexplicable sense of calm in his presence. The way he delicately treated your injury was unexpected, contrasting with the sharpness of his teeth and claws, which remained prominently visible.

Pressed against the rough, jagged wall of the cave, your heart pounded in your chest, reverberating in the silence. The dim light trickling through the cracks above illuminated the Merman as he drew closer, his eyes intense and focused. The air was heavy, with the metallic scent of blood mingling with the damp, earthy aroma of the cave. Your ears strained to pick up any sound, but all you could hear was the rhythmic echo of water droplets hitting the cavern floor. Time seemed to stand still as the Merman’s face descended, his breath warm against your skin. A shiver ran down your spine as his silky, sea-soaked hair grazed your leg, and you felt a smooth, slippery sensation gliding over the wound.

Instantaneous relief flooded through you as the gentle, rhythmic strokes of his tongue soothed your wounded flesh. A sense of wonderment and astonishment washed over you, accompanied by the absence of pain that left you in awe. The throbbing in your thigh ceased entirely, creating a profound sense of relief and gratitude.

Your mind screamed, overwhelmed by the chaotic scene unfolding before you. The world seemed to spin as you took in the sights and sounds of the unknown. The air was heavy with anticipation, and your heart pounded in your chest. A tight grip of fear enveloped you, as if you were trapped in a nightmare. A lingering question echoed in your mind: Is he going to devour me?

But as your eyes traveled down his sinewy form, tracing the contours of his sculpted physique, your gaze descended to his waist, captivated by the enigmatic nature of his anatomy. It was then that you noticed the slender slit on his tail, resembling a mysterious sheath. However, what caught you off guard were the two appendages that timidly emerged from within. In that moment, your heart raced within the confines of your chest, and a sense of unease washed over you, prompting you to swiftly shift your gaze upward, fixating on the ceiling in a sudden jolt of alarm. 

As Itachi lay there with you, time seemed to stand still. His mind became consumed with a haze of lust clouding his thoughts. The metallic scent of your blood filled the air, tempting him, yet he resisted the urge to see you as prey. After a fleeting moment, he regained control, his gaze fixed upon you without the fear of losing himself. His desire intensified, a fiery sensation coursing through his veins, but a flicker of doubt held him back. As confusion flickered in your eyes, he inched closer, his body sliding towards yours. Both of you locked eyes, an intense connection that seemed to stretch into eternity. 

“Um,” you stammered, captivated by the mesmerizing sight of his glittery red orbs, your eyes darting anxiously back and forth, as if caught in a trance. 

Itachi tilted his head, uncertainty flickering in his eyes as he pondered your response. However, a glimmer of hope appeared when you graced him with a gentle smile. In that moment, his entire demeanor transformed, a radiant glow emanating from his iridescent fins. They rustled softly, creating a delicate sound that blended with his elation. As he straightened up, a wide grin spread across his face, revealing the formidable rows of his razor-sharp teeth. The air seemed to carry a hint of excitement and anticipation, as if the moment held a promise of something extraordinary.

“I’m struggling to maintain control,” Itachi confessed, his gaze tracing a path down your chest, captivated by the silhouette of your ample bosom encased in a sleek black swimsuit.

You couldn’t deny that this encounter was undeniably thrilling. You attempted to overlook the intensifying sensation of his arousal as his motions caused his two slender appendages to slide out further, proudly displaying their vibrant red hue. 

The anticipation of what you were about to do sent a flurry of butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Your gaze shifted to his thin blue lips, curiosity piqued as you yearned to experience their touch. Leaning in closer, you could hear the soft sounds of his breath, a mix of excitement and anticipation. As your hand reached up, you could feel the warmth of his broad, muscular chest beneath your fingertips. Itachi’s eyes widened with fascination, his desire clear in the way he watched you. A pulsating sensation throbbed through his cock, causing his mouth to part a little as his heart raced in his chest. Every touch from you sent a tingling sensation across his skin, intensifying the moment.

Itachi had observed humans kissing countless times on the beach, a sight that had always piqued his curiosity. But as you leaned in, his body stiffened, uncertain of how to respond. His eyes widened, taking in the scene, while the sound of crashing waves filled the air. A gentle breeze carried the scent of salt and sunscreen, heightening his senses. And then, your lips met his in a delicate kiss, leaving him momentarily stunned. 

The sensation of your soft, moist lips against his sent a surge of electricity through his entire being. Every nerve in his body tingled with anticipation as you made contact, and he couldn’t help but lean in, craving more. However, you abruptly withdrew, emitting a faint, disappointed sigh.

He eagerly leaned in once more, his slender arms enveloping your waist as you embraced. The rhythmic sound of the ocean waves provided a soothing backdrop. With each attempt, the Merman improved his kissing technique, and soon, you found yourselves engaged in a passionate make-out session. As you deepened the kiss, your arm wrapped around his neck, drawing your bodies closer together. The sensation of his firm touch on your buttocks and thighs sent shivers of pleasure down your spine. A soft moan escaped your lips as you felt the smoothness of his arousal pressing between you and him. Overwhelmed by desire, you caught your breath and slowly removed your swimsuit. 

Itachi emitted a soft, barely audible sound from the depths of his throat as you abruptly broke the connection and rose to your feet. His eyes remained fixed on you, observing as the fabric glided off your shoulders, cascading down and uncovering the expanse of your exposed flesh.

His mouth fell open, a small gasp escaping his lips as he unabashedly gawked at the round mounds on your chest. His eyes widened, nearly bulging out of his head, unable to tear away from the sight before him. He had seen humans on certain beaches, basking in the sun, their vibrant garments discarded, but this was an entirely novel experience. The scene was mind-blowing, amplified by the gentle sound of crashing waves and the intoxicating scent of salty sea air. The warmth of the rocks beneath him heightened the intensity of the moment, making it more surreal. 

But what intrigued him even further was the spot nestled between your legs. The enticing aroma emanating from you was irresistible, enveloping his senses as you gracefully slipped out of your moist suit. The unfamiliar contours of your body captivated Itachi’s attention. It resembled the women of his kind, yet possessed an alluring uniqueness. Witnessing you standing there, unadorned and authentic, sent his mind spinning with desire. 

You were completely clueless about what lay ahead or how to approach engaging with this honorable merman, but you were determined to give it your best shot. Itachi seemed to pick up on your apprehension as you settled back onto him, and he ardently sought your mouth, aiming to ease some of your worries while leading the way. 

He was unsure of how to mate with a human, but if they were like his kind, he had a basic understanding of what was required. He leaned in and pressed his lips against your slender neck, relishing the feeling of your smooth skin. His hands explored your body, feeling the curves and contours, as he reveled in the sensation. Intrigued, he gently caressed your soft breasts, his touch eliciting a delicate shiver. 

You let out a soft, breathy moan as Itachi’s warm mouth delicately grazed across your sensitive nipple, his sharp teeth careful not to cause any discomfort. The way he treated you with such gentleness sent shivers of pleasure down your spine. Anticipation made your body flush, the heat of the moment causing a throb between your legs, wet and swollen with desire. The intensity of the experience was unimaginable, a thrilling sensation that left you longing for more. Unable to resist, you reached between your bodies and tenderly grasped one of his erections, feeling its firmness in your hand. 

Itachi’s body trembled, and a soft whimper escaped his lips. His flowing hair danced in the air as your gentle touch sent shivers down his spine. He collapsed, struggling to catch his breath, while you skillfully synchronized the stroking of his two members, a mischievous grin on your face.

The way it delighted Itachi entranced you, as he released a string of peculiar mews and whispered in an unfamiliar tongue. His eyelids gently closed, and his body arched under your touch, yearning for an even deeper connection that defied logic. The sensation overwhelmed him, like being submerged in an ocean of ecstasy, each wave of pleasure crashing over him, leaving him breathless and euphoric. 

“Hnnh,” Itachi gasped, the sound escaping his lips like a whispered growl. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead, his breaths coming in shallow gasps. He could feel the tension coursing through his muscles, every movement sending a surge of electricity through his veins. “Yes.... yes...” his voice trembled, the words barely audible amidst the stifling atmosphere.

The way his soft moans escaped his lips, sending shivers down your spine, captivated you. The intoxicating sounds ignited a deep ache within you, fueling your desire to be one with him. As much as you enjoyed pleasuring him with your hands, the craving to feel him inside you became unbearable. With each passing moment, anticipation grew, and you gently lifted your hips, positioning yourself against his pulsating member. The sensation of sliding the tip between your slick lips sent a rush of warmth through your body. Just as you tested the waters, Itachi’s eyes snapped open, surprised by the sudden contact. 

Instantly, his arms enveloped you, pulling you closer as he advanced, effectively ensnaring you beneath his weight. Looking up at him, a mixture of fear and uncertainty etched across your face, you were unsure of how to respond. Then, Itachi’s lips descended upon yours with an unexpected intensity, sending a surge of passion coursing through your veins. The mastery with which he had gained this skill left you breathless, and a soft moan escaped your lips. As his hands deftly parted your legs, a surge of anticipation mingled with a tinge of nervousness. Sensations flooded your senses, the weight of his body pressing against yours, the delicious tension in the air, and the heady scent of desire lingering between you. 

Itachi swayed his hips, gliding his slender shaft between your moist lips, enthralled by the velvety sensation. His gaze locked onto you, receiving a nod of approval that spurred him on.

“Yes,” you said firmly, the word escaping your lips with a determined conviction. Your eyes narrowed slightly as you spoke, a subtle flicker of determination visible in your gaze. A surge of confidence coursed through your veins, sending a tingling sensation down your spine.

“Yes,” Itachi whispered, his voice barely audible. With a deliberate slowness, he moved closer. The sensation of his touch was gentle, as he carefully eased himself inside of you, a delicate connection forming between your bodies. 

As he stretched you, you cried out, your nails digging into his smooth arms. The indescribable texture of his member overwhelmed your senses, causing your eyes to roll back and your back to arch in pleasure.

Itachi gripped you, burying his face in the curve of your neck as he passionately penetrated you. His skilled hips moved with precision, each thrust bringing you closer to ecstasy. With your arms wrapped around his neck, you drew him nearer, tightening your thighs around his slender waist. Your loud moans reverberated through the dimly lit cave, amplifying the sounds of your intimate connection. 

The electrifying sensation of Itachi’s second member gliding against your sensitive nub sent a cascade of shivers down your spine. Within mere minutes, an overwhelming wave of pleasure surged through you, bringing you dangerously close to the edge of ecstasy. Though you yearned to experience the dual penetration of both his impressive cocks, you couldn’t convey your desires to the Merman, who ravished you with unrestrained fervor. His primal snarls and guttural grunts ignited a fiery heat within you, intensifying the experience. With an unyielding grip, he possessed you so fiercely that the marks he left on your body lingered long after his departure. 

“I’m… I’m…”

You let out a soft whimper, the sound barely escaping your parted lips as your head shot back, a rush of pleasure washing over you. The room filled with the intoxicating scent of arousal, mingling with the musky odor of sweat. You tightened your hold around Itachi, your nails digging into his soft, yielding shoulders, the sensation adding a layer of intensity to the moment. Your body trembled, every nerve ending on fire as your inner walls clenched tightly around Itachi’s throbbing cock. He gasped, his breath hitching in surprise, the sound echoing in the room. A wave of shivers coursed through his body as he surrendered to the climax, his release flooding inside of you, the sensation both exhilarating and intimate.

“Oh, my god!” Itachi’s cum fills you to the brim, making you moan and almost see stars. 

Itachi’s voice filled the air, a torrent of words escaping his lips. Overwhelmed, he crumbled onto you, his weight pressing against your body. The scent of exertion mingled with the salty tang of sweat, enveloping you both. His arms, weak and trembling, gave way like gelatin, as his soft hair brushed against your damp skin, sending a faint tickling sensation. Together, you lay there, gasping for breath, the intensity of the moment lingering in the atmosphere.

Itachi took a moment to steady himself before gently easing out of you. A strange, lingering ache remained as he withdrew, and you rubbed his arms, both of you exchanging sheepish grins, the warmth of your touch a contrast to the odd discomfort.

“It was good?” Itachi asked, his voice dripping with sweetness, as his eyes locked onto yours. The sight of his intense gaze made your heart expand in your chest, like a balloon being filled with warm affection. 

“Yes.” The word echoed through the room, its sound bouncing off the walls like a gentle whisper. The air carried a faint scent of anticipation, filling the atmosphere with a subtle sense of excitement. As the word lingered in the air, a feeling of agreement and satisfaction settled upon the room, like a soft caress on the skin.

As Itachi leaned down, his warm breath tickled your cheek, and the corners of your lips curled into a wider smile. The faint scent of earth and dampness enveloped you in the cozy cave. The soft rustle of fabric mingled with the gentle echo of your breaths, creating a soothing melody. Time seemed to stand still as you basked in the comforting embrace, relishing the simple pleasure of each other’s presence.

Itachi lay on the cool, damp floor of the dimly lit cave, the musty scent of earth filling his nostrils. You snuggled up to him, feeling the rough texture of the cave floor against your bare skin. The rhythmic sound of water droplets echoed softly in the distance. With a gentle touch, Itachi stroked your shoulder, his fingers tracing the contours of your supple skin, marveling at its smoothness compared to his own. 

As time ticked away, Itachi grew increasingly aware of the passing minutes. The sight of the sun sinking lower in the sky and the faint sounds of distant voices reminded him of the world beyond their peaceful haven. Reluctantly, he reached out and gently stirred you from your tranquil slumber. The warmth of his touch brings you back to the reality of the present moment. 

“Hmm?” you purred. The gentle golden glow cast delicate shadows on the cave walls. You blinked, taking in the sight of him laying there, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made your heart flutter. As you looked at him, your senses came alive, the sound of your own breath mixing with the distant calling of gulls outside.

Itachi replied with a heavy sigh, his voice tinged with sadness, “You should go home.”

“Ah, yes.”

The cave’s cool air clung to your skin as complete darkness enveloped you. The sound of dripping water echoed in the distance, creating an eerie ambiance. As you stood uncertainly, Itachi’s powerful arms wrapped around you, offering a sense of security. Moving towards the small pool, the water shimmered under the dim light, its gentle ripples brushing against your fingertips. The smell of dampness filled the air, mixing with the faint scent of salt. Taking a deep breath, you felt the anticipation building within you. With a swift motion, Itachi submerged both of you, the water closing in around you, muffling the sounds and creating a sensation of weightlessness. The rhythmic strokes of Itachi’s swimming guided you through the underground cavern, the sound of water rushing past your ears. Finally, emerging into the vast expanse of the open ocean, the briny aroma intensified, washing over you. 

You inhaled deeply, savoring the crisp, salty air as you emerged from beneath the water’s surface. Wrapping your arms tightly around his neck, you scanned the surroundings, taking in the vibrant hues of the setting sun. The sky is painted with streaks of pink and orange, casting a warm glow over the scene. A sense of guilt washed over you, knowing that your friends were likely fretting about your whereabouts.

Itachi felt the pulse of your anxiety radiating through your trembling body, causing him to tighten his grip around you. As he gracefully sliced through the water, each powerful stroke of his arm created a rhythmic symphony of splashes and ripples. The scent of the salty ocean mingled with the dampness in the air, teasing your nostrils with its briny tang. The cool water enveloped you, sending shivers down your spine, as Itachi skillfully propelled you both towards the shore. Finally, he brought you to a halt just behind a jagged rock formation that protruded from the shallows, shielding you from prying eyes. Nestled in this hidden sanctuary, you sought solace for a moment. Itachi’s anticipation was palpable, as he eagerly pressed his lips against yours, igniting a fire within you. 

“Will you return?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, the sound carrying a gentle breeze of anticipation. As his words hung in the air, a wave of uncertainty washed over you, your heart fluttering like a delicate butterfly against your chest.

“Oh sweetheart,” you replied, the sound of tenderness lacing your words, as you gently cupped his face with both hands. The warmth of his skin radiated against your palms.

“Yes?” Itachi asked, his voice filled with hope. Itachi’s heart raced, his palms slightly sweaty as he awaited a response, the tension palpable in the air. 

The word “yes” escaped your lips.

As you kissed one more time, the salty ocean breeze caressed your skin, carrying the subtle scent of seaweed and brine. The sound of crashing waves filled your ears, their rhythmic symphony echoing in the distance. With every stroke, the cool water embraced your body, its gentle touch sending ripples of excitement through your veins. Though uncertain of when you would reunite with your Merman lover, the anticipation lingered in your heart, leaving you longing to be in his presence once more.

Itachi examined your departure from his concealed vantage point, hidden amidst the rough, moss-covered rocks. The rhythmic crashing of the waves against the shore filled his ears, blending with the distant calls of seagulls soaring overhead. The briny scent of the ocean permeated the air, as a gentle sea breeze tousled his sleek, ebony hair.

With a graceful dive, Itachi submerged himself beneath the cool, azure water, feeling the weightlessness envelop his lithe body. The sensation of the water caressing his skin was both soothing and invigorating as he propelled himself forward, the sound of his own rhythmic strokes echoing through the depths.

As he swam towards his underwater abode, the vibrant colors of the coral reefs danced before his eyes, vibrant hues of red, orange, and purple creating a mesmerizing kaleidoscope. The occasional school of fish darted past him, their shimmering scales catching the dappled sunlight filtering through the water’s surface.

In that moment, Itachi’s heart swelled with anticipation, eagerly awaiting the next encounter with his beloved hum. The thought of the next rendezvous filled him with a sense of warmth and longing as he journeyed deeper into the embrace of his aquatic sanctuary.  

[dabilove27]

Paring: Mikey/Manjiro Sano x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 9.4k

Warnings: Major Character Death, Depictions of Grief and Loss, Emotional Distress, Substance Abuse Mention, Violence and Gun Violence, Hospitals and Medical Trauma, Mental Health Struggles, Romantic Angst, Mature Themes, Smut, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Childhood Friends to Lovers, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Rough Sex, Aged Up Characters, Jealousy, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Handjob. Let me know if I missed anything!

The term “bereaved” refers to the state of being without a close relation or friend because of their passing. Despite the somber nature of this connection, it has consistently brought you and Manjiro Sano together since childhood.

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Manjiro “Mikey” Sano was a lively and captivating child, his sparkling eyes and infectious smile drawing everyone in. His laughter was magnetic, and his boundless curiosity made you eager to know more about him.

Your teacher’s calming presence that year was a rare comfort, her warmth a steady light during one of the darkest times in your life. You often wondered how different that year might have been without her gentle guidance.

Your father’s sudden death created a void you couldn’t comprehend as a child. Aneurysm—the word became a haunting refrain, paired with the sound of your mother’s nightly sobs. You would watch from the doorway, her silhouette hunched in sorrow, the weight of her grief filling the house.

At school, the loss manifested in other ways. Friends discussing their fathers or a classmate being dropped off by their dad was a constant reminder of what you no longer had. The grief was a cloud that followed you everywhere, its shadow impossible to escape.

When your teacher introduced Manjiro to you, his arrival brought an unexpected sense of relief. Though the pain lingered, his words and presence carried a quiet warmth. He connected with you in a way no one else could, his empathy and shared experiences bridging the gap of your loneliness.

From the start, you hesitated to let him in. But your teacher reassured you that you and Manjiro might share more in common than you realized. Slowly, you began to see that she was right.

Your behavior as a child was commendable, though perhaps driven by a hope you couldn’t fully articulate—that following the rules and being good might somehow bring your father back. When your teacher instructed you to sit beside the new boy, you obediently retrieved the small yellow chair and placed it next to him. He seemed almost statuesque, focused entirely on his coloring sheet. 

Manjiro, as you learned his name was, chose darker colors for his picture of a frog on a lily pad: dark blue for the water, forest green for the lily pad and frog, and black for the frog’s eyes. The contrast of his somber palette with the cheerful drawings of other children struck you as unusual, but you didn’t know what to make of it.

You hesitated, unsure of what to do next. Most kids would have greeted you cheerfully, their voices filling the air with easy chatter. But Manjiro remained absorbed in his work, the crayon gliding smoothly across the paper. The scent of wax lingered in the air, mingling with the faint hum of classroom activity.

After a moment of watching him, you gathered your courage. In a soft voice, you said, “Hi.”

At first, there was no response. Manjiro continued coloring, his focus unbroken. Then, after a prolonged silence, he set the black crayon aside and turned to look at you. His gaze was steady, almost unnervingly so, and for a moment, you felt completely unmoored under the intensity of his stare.

When he finally spoke, his voice was flat and rehearsed, as though he had explained this many times before. He told you about losing both his parents and moving in with his grandfather. Though his words were monotone, their weight was undeniable. 

The teacher had paired the two of you because of your shared loss, sensing you might find solace in each other. At first, you weren’t sure she was right. But as you sat together, the classroom alive with the sound of pencils scratching paper, a quiet understanding began to form between you. In his presence, the ache of your own grief felt just a little less isolating.

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Manjiro—soon to be Mikey, as he later insisted you call him—connected with you in a way no one else could. His directness, though startling at first, broke through the initial discomfort. After only a short while, he handed you a coloring page and a small pile of crayons. It was a simple gesture, but it said more than words could.

From that moment, a bond began to grow. You spent countless afternoons together, coloring pictures of frogs, kittens, and anything else that caught your attention. Grief was an unspoken thread connecting you, and together, you started to stitch a semblance of comfort.

As you grew older, your relationship deepened. By the time you were in elementary school, it was clear that you had become Mikey’s anchor, the person who kept him grounded when his mischievous streak threatened to get out of hand. He, in turn, became your protector, fiercely loyal and quick to defend you from anyone who dared to hurt your feelings—or worse, mention your father. 

When Emma joined Mikey’s family, everything changed. He insisted on being called Mikey rather than Manjiro, though he never minded when you used his given name. It felt special, being someone who could call him that. Being around his family made you feel like you belonged to something greater, more whole. Mikey introduced you to his grandfather, a man whose stern demeanor masked a deep care for his grandchildren. Then there was Shinichiro—Shin, as everyone called him—the older brother you couldn’t help but admire, much to Mikey’s embarrassment.

“Shin’s not that great,” Mikey would mutter whenever you mentioned your admiration. But you could see how much he loved his brother, even if he hated admitting it.

Finally, there was Emma, Mikey’s little sister from America. Her bright energy and devotion to Mikey brought a warmth to their family that you couldn’t help but adore. Watching her chase Mikey around the house always made you smile, and it wasn’t long before she adopted you as her own “big sister.”

Being part of Mikey’s family gave you a sense of belonging you hadn’t felt since losing your father. It was a home away from home, filled with laughter, arguments, and moments that felt like they might stretch forever. 

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Through these years, you and Mikey became inseparable. Your shared history of loss was the foundation of your bond, but it grew into something so much more. Mikey’s loyalty was fierce and unyielding, and his protective nature extended to anyone who dared cross you. You, on the other hand, tempered his impulsive tendencies, becoming the voice of reason he sometimes didn’t know he needed.

Together, you navigated the ups and downs of growing up. And as you entered your teenage years, you couldn’t help but feel like Mikey wasn’t just your closest friend—he was your family. 

You failed to notice the clear signs of admiration Mikey had for you. Every embrace, every intimidating glare he directed at a bully, and every heartwarming moment—things you had chalked up to friendship—were quietly steeped in something more. Mikey, for all his confidence and bravado, never found the words to express what he felt, so he showed it through actions instead. 

As the years passed and the two of you matured, Mikey began picking fights more often, much to your dismay. He was stubborn and driven, a combination that was both admirable and infuriating. When Mikey mentioned Shin’s involvement in the Black Dragons, you knew he was unstoppable. He idolized Shinichiro, and you could see that same need to lead and protect reflected in Mikey’s own ambitions.

Then, seemingly out of nowhere, Mikey met Draken. From the moment they crossed paths, Draken’s calm but intense demeanor left an impression—not just on Mikey but on you as well. His piercing gaze was enough to send a chill down your spine, but there was something reassuring about him, too. He had a presence that commanded respect and steadiness that balanced Mikey’s impulsive nature. 

Draken quickly became Mikey’s closest confidant and, by extension, a significant part of your life. While Mikey was quick to act, Draken was the one who kept him grounded, offering advice with a level-headedness that even you sometimes struggled to provide. Over time, you came to trust Draken just as much as Mikey did.

Things escalated rapidly after that. Draken, Baji, Mitsuya, Kazutora, and Hayashida became a tight-knit group, and it wasn’t long before Toman—the Tokyo Manji Gang—was formed. Each member brought something unique to the table. Baji, with his fierce loyalty and fiery temper, was a force to be reckoned with. Though he was quick to anger, he had an unshakable bond with Mikey, a brotherhood that ran deeper than words.

Mitsuya, on the other hand, was calm in the storm. Artistic, empathetic, and mature beyond his years, he was the glue that often held the group together. His quiet wisdom and natural leadership made him a steadying influence, and his ability to mediate conflicts was invaluable.

Kazutora was a more complicated presence. His intensity and unpredictable nature made him both a vital ally and a potential risk. He carried his own burdens of grief and trauma, which often mirrored Mikey’s, but those same struggles sometimes led him down darker paths. 

Hayashida, or "Pah-chin," as everyone called him, brought a sense of humor and lightness to the group. He was rough around the edges but fiercely loyal, always ready to jump into a fight if it meant protecting his friends. His straightforward nature often clashed with Baji’s intensity, but their banter was one of the things that made the group dynamic feel so alive.

Despite the tight bonds Mikey formed with his new friends, he never let them overshadow you. He was fiercely protective of you, insisting that everyone in Toman knew exactly where you stood in his life. When you met Hayashida for the first time, Mikey’s introduction was as blunt as ever: “This is my best friend. Mess with her, and you’ll regret it.”

The others quickly fell in line, though that didn’t stop them from teasing Mikey about how obvious his feelings for you were. After a few months, even Draken pulled you aside to quietly tell you, “You know Mikey’s got it bad for you, right?” His tone was equal parts amused and sincere, and though it embarrassed you at the time, it planted a seed of curiosity in your mind.

You unknowingly let Mikey step into the role of your protector, not realizing that for him, it was as much about control as it was about care. His genuine feelings for you were only part of the equation. Losing his parents had left a void in Mikey’s heart that he was desperate to fill. His desire to create Toman, to lead and protect others, stemmed in part from a fear of losing the people he loved—a fear you came to understand all too well. Grief had left an unhealable wound in both your hearts, binding you together in ways you didn’t yet fully grasp.

Each member of Toman played a role in shaping the world around you, but it was Mikey who remained the center of your orbit. And as the bonds between you all grew stronger, so too did the realization that this wasn’t just a group of friends—it was a family forged in the fires of hardship and resilience.

Mikey created Toman, and for a while, everything seemed perfect. The chaos of kids laughing, running around, and causing trouble became your new normal. Late-night meetings were filled with camaraderie and jokes that left everyone in fits of laughter. You cherished the slow rides on Mikey’s bike, the cool wind rushing past as the city lights blurred around you. In those moments, it felt like the world was yours, like nothing could touch the happiness you’d found by his side. Being part of this world he had built, a family forged in loyalty, truly filled your soul.

Toman wasn’t just a gang; it was a sanctuary for its members—a place where everyone felt seen, protected, and, most importantly, connected. Baji’s boisterous laughter, Mitsuya’s quiet wisdom, Draken’s steady presence, and Mikey’s contagious energy created a balance that made you believe you’d all found something rare: joy in a world that could be cruel.

One night, after an especially chaotic meeting, Mikey convinced you to hop on his bike for a spontaneous ride. The streets were empty, bathed in the warm glow of streetlights, and the world felt peaceful. “Let’s go somewhere special,” he’d said, his voice carrying a playful lilt. You didn’t ask where, trusting him completely.

He took you to a quiet hill overlooking the city, a spot he claimed as his own. As you sat together, the sprawling view of Tokyo’s lights reflected in his eyes, he leaned back and sighed contentedly. “This is what it’s all about,” he said. “Having people who matter. A place where you belong.”

You turned to him, your chest tightening with warmth. “You’ve built something incredible, Mikey. You should be proud.”

He smiled—a rare, genuine smile that lit up his face. “Yeah,” he said softly. “But I couldn’t have done it without you.”

It was moments like this that reminded you why you stayed. Despite the chaos, despite the risks, there was something unshakably good at the heart of Toman. It was a source of hope for you, a reminder that even in a world filled with loss, happiness could still be found.

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But grief, as you’d learned, never truly stays buried.

For a time, Mikey’s small group seemed invincible, united against the world. But then the unthinkable happened, and grief reared its ugly head once again. 

You had learned to manage the pain of losing your father—barely. His aneurysm was a faceless enemy, an unchangeable fact that allowed you to direct your emotions toward healing rather than blame. It didn’t make it easy, but it made it possible. 

When Shinichiro was killed, that possibility vanished. This wasn’t an accident or an illness. Someone had deliberately taken his life. The loss was sharper, the anger more consuming, and the wound it left felt irreparable. 

The morning it happened began with chaos. The blaring sirens of emergency vehicles disrupted the quiet dawn, their urgency cutting through the stillness like a blade. You followed your mother onto the porch, the flashing red lights reflecting off nearby buildings. A crowd had already begun to gather, their whispers rising like a wave of unease.

You didn’t think—you just moved. Still in your sleepwear, you pushed through the growing crowd, ignoring your mother’s frantic calls. Please let everyone be okay, you repeated in your mind, a desperate plea to the universe. 

Your heart sank when you saw Mikey standing across the police tape. His dark, wide eyes met yours, filled with a dread that mirrored your own. Relief that he was physically unharmed was fleeting, overtaken by the crushing realization that something was terribly wrong.

The sight of not just an ambulance, but a police car parked nearby, sent a cold shiver down your spine. Shinichiro wasn’t there—he should have been. Your stomach churned as the whispers around you grew louder, fragmented pieces of the truth reaching your ears: “...a fight…a robbery…Shinichiro…”

It wasn’t until you saw the black body bag being wheeled out that the truth hit you like a sledgehammer. Shinichiro was gone.

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In the days that followed, the grief was suffocating. Mikey withdrew, retreating into himself in a way you hadn’t seen before. The Toman meetings were somber, the usual laughter replaced by an oppressive silence. But even in the depths of sorrow, there were small moments of light—moments that reminded you all why you fought so hard to hold onto each other.

One evening, the group gathered at the Toman hideout. Draken, ever the steady presence, organized a quiet remembrance for Shinichiro. Everyone shared stories about him, their laughter mingling with tears as they reminisced about his kindness, his patience, and his unwavering belief in all of you.

When it was Mikey’s turn to speak, his voice trembled, but his words carried a fierce determination. “Shin always said we should protect what matters most,” he said, his eyes scanning the room. “That’s what Toman is about. That’s what we are about. I won’t let his dream die with him.”

As the group nodded in agreement, you saw a flicker of hope in Mikey’s eyes—a reminder that even in the face of unimaginable loss, you could still find strength in each other. It wasn’t easy, and it never would be, but together, you could keep moving forward.

Mikey’s piercing screams cut through the murmurs, shattering the fragile quiet and dragging your attention back to him. The sound was raw and visceral, slicing through the chaos around you. It froze you in place, your mind spiraling as the weight of the moment began to settle in.

Everything blurred after that.

Your mother found you moments later, her hands on your shoulders as she gently guided you away from the scene. “Come home,” she urged, her voice strained with worry. “You’ll see Mikey later.” But her words barely registered. All you could think about was Shinichiro—how you hadn’t seen him, hadn’t been able to confirm for yourself that he was okay.

Then you saw it—the black body bag being wheeled out. It moved with an unnerving calm, indifferent to the devastation it carried within. Time seemed to stop as the reality hit you, sharp and unforgiving. A piece of your world had been stolen, just like that.

People say grief has a sound—a raw, uncontrollable cry that erupts from the depths of your soul. You heard it that day, and it took you a moment to realize it was your own. Tears blurred your vision as the weight of it all pressed down on you, numbing your body but igniting something unbearable in your chest.

The rest of the day passed in a haze. Back home, your mom tried to comfort you, putting on your favorite show and sitting beside you in silence. But the screen was just a blur of colors and sounds, unable to distract you. You couldn’t eat or speak. Your thoughts were consumed by Mikey—how he was holding up, who was taking care of him, whether he was even safe.

You wanted to check on him, but the words wouldn’t come. You didn’t know how to reach out. The silence between you felt like an insurmountable chasm. And then, as if the universe heard your unspoken plea, there was a soft knock at the door.

You raced to answer it, your heart pounding. The moment you saw him, everything else faded. Mikey stood there, his head low, his eyes red and vacant. He looked like a shadow of himself, completely drained of the light and energy that usually defined him.

Without a word, you pulled him inside, guiding him to the couch. His movements were slow, almost mechanical, as though it took all his strength just to follow. You draped your gray blanket over his shoulders, trying to shield him from a world that had been so cruel. But Mikey, always needing more, tugged you closer until you were sharing the blanket, sitting shoulder to shoulder.

The hours passed in silence. The TV played quietly in the background, colorful cartoons offering a pale imitation of the joy you both desperately needed. Yet even in the depths of your shared grief, there was solace in being together. The pain didn’t go away—it never does—but in that moment, you weren’t alone.

Mikey rested his head against your shoulder, and for the first time all day, you felt the slightest relief. The world outside still burned, but here, wrapped in the warmth of your bond, you found a fragile piece of comfort.

---

Shinichiro’s death changed Mikey in ways you couldn’t have anticipated. While he still fell asleep right after eating—something that always reminded you of his boyish charm—the light in his eyes had dimmed. It was during Toman’s night rides that the shift in him was most apparent. He seemed more distant, his usual spark replaced by a quiet intensity that was hard to ignore.

You often joined him on these rides, sitting silently on the back of his bike. The hum of the engine beneath you and the stars above were the only sounds as he navigated the city streets. Your arms wrapped around his waist, and in those moments, he let his guard down, simply existing. It felt like you were sharing a secret—a vulnerability he showed only to you.

Despite the heaviness that surrounded Mikey, there were still glimmers of joy. Baji’s wild antics and Mitsuya’s quiet jokes helped lighten the mood during Toman meetings, while Draken’s steadfast presence anchored everyone. Hayashida’s blunt humor and Emma’s infectious laughter brought warmth that reminded you all why you were still fighting to hold onto each other. Those moments of levity, though fleeting, felt like lifelines.

Somewhere along the way, you realized you were falling in love with Mikey. The boy who had grown up with you, who understood your pain like no one else, had become the person you thought about most. You cherished the silly faces he made when he caught you staring too long, or the way he grabbed your hand to drag you toward something he wanted to show you. These small moments—fleeting and precious—felt like gold, brighter than anything else in your life.

But with love came fear. You had already lost so much, and the thought of losing Mikey terrified you. You couldn’t stop yourself from feeling this way, no matter how much you tried. It was like an invisible red string tied the two of you together—unbreakable, unyielding, and terrifying in its permanence.

The fear wasn’t yours alone. Mikey carried it too, though he didn’t say it outright. You saw it in the way he clung to you during the hardest moments, his voice steady but laced with something deeper whenever he said, “You’re my best friend.” That connection—the shared grief, the unspoken love, and the mutual fear—kept you tethered to each other, even as the world around you continued to test your resilience.

---

The rest of high school passed in a blur of Toman meetings, late-night rides, and fleeting smiles. Baji became more reckless, his loyalty to Mikey unwavering, though it worried you. Mitsuya balanced his time between Toman and his family, his quiet strength a steadying force for everyone. Draken remained Mikey’s right hand, his calm demeanor and unwavering loyalty keeping the group grounded. Each of them played their part in shaping the group into something more than just a gang—it was a family. 

But anyone who looked closely could see the emptiness in your eyes and Mikey’s. It was as if the grief of losing Shinichiro lingered in the background, an ever-present reminder of what you had all endured.

---

After graduation, Mikey’s dream of creating an “age of delinquents” took center stage. He wanted Toman to become more than a gang—a force that could protect those who couldn’t protect themselves. His conviction was unshakable, and you believed in him. Despite everything, Mikey had a way of inspiring hope in those around him, even when he struggled to find it within himself.

One evening, after a particularly chaotic Toman meeting, Mikey pulled you aside. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in shades of orange and purple. The group’s laughter echoed in the background as Mikey gestured toward them.

“What do you think?” he asked, his voice quieter than usual.

You followed his gaze, taking in the scene. “I think you’ve built something incredible,” you said, meaning every word. “You should be proud.”

He smiled—a small, rare smile that made your chest ache with affection. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

His words lingered in your mind long after the conversation ended. Despite the shadows of grief that loomed over both of you, moments like this reminded you that hope and love could coexist with loss. Mikey’s determination to create something meaningful gave you both a reason to keep moving forward.

---

While Mikey focused on growing Toman, you decided to pursue your education. He had tried to convince you to handle Toman’s finances, but you insisted on properly learning the skills first. Enrolling in the local university felt like a leap into the unknown. The campus, with its bustling students and grand buildings, was both intimidating and exciting.

On your first day, you arrived early and found a seat near the front of the lecture hall. The room gradually filled with students, some glued to their phones, others typing away on laptops. You pretended to be busy, arranging your supplies, when a tall brunette burst into the room. Her disheveled hair and hurried movements drew a few amused glances as she scanned for a seat. Much to your dismay, she chose the one beside you.

“Hi! I’m Reo!” she chirped, her voice carrying across the room. “Ready for this? I hear it’s brutal.”

You forced a polite smile, inwardly cringing at her energy. You hoped she wouldn’t talk through the whole class, but Reo’s enthusiasm was relentless. By the time the professor began the lecture, you realized there was no stopping her.

When the class required partners to share facts about each other, Reo turned to you with an eager grin. Her bubbly demeanor made it impossible to stay annoyed, and as she rattled off details about her love for biking marathons, her homemade garden, and her Chihuahua, Pika, you found yourself smiling despite yourself.

By the end of class, Reo asked for your number. You hesitated but gave it to her. You hadn’t expected to make a friend, but there was something infectious about her energy. Unlike Mikey and the Toman boys, whose camaraderie was rooted in shared struggles, Reo brought a lighthearted warmth into your life.

---

Over the summer, you and Reo grew closer. She dragged you along on bike rides and introduced you to her garden projects. You shared late-night study sessions and laughed about her quirky sense of humor. Mikey noticed the change almost immediately. While he teased you about “ditching” him, there was a flicker of something else in his eyes—worry.

“Reo’s nice,” he said one afternoon, his tone casual but his gaze searching. “Just don’t forget who your real best friend is.”

You rolled your eyes, brushing off his comment, but you couldn’t ignore the tension it hinted at. Despite his occasional jealousy, Mikey seemed happy to see you smiling. After everything you’d both been through, he valued anything that brought you joy.

Balancing your time between Mikey and Reo became your new normal. Mikey still took you on late-night rides and shared quiet moments, while Reo brought spontaneity and adventure. For a time, it felt like you had the best of both worlds.

But as the new school year approached, the delicate balance began to waver. Reo, ever the whirlwind of energy, started pulling you into plans that Mikey wasn’t a part of. And while Mikey tried to hide his frustration, the tension between the two sides of your life began to build.

---

One crisp autumn evening, Mikey confronted you after a Toman meeting. The air was heavy with unsaid words as he leaned against his bike, his expression unreadable.

“You’ve been busy lately,” he said, his voice light but tinged with something deeper.

“Yeah,” you replied cautiously. “School’s been hectic.”

“It’s not just school,” he said, his eyes meeting yours. “It’s her.”

You hesitated, unsure how to respond. “Reo’s my friend, Mikey. She’s… different. She’s good for me.”

“And what about me?” he asked, his voice soft but pointed. “Am I still good for you?”

The question hung in the air, heavy with meaning. You took a step closer, reaching for his hand. “You’ll always be good for me, Mikey. You’re my home.”

His grip tightened around yours, and for a moment, the tension eased. But as the months went on, you couldn’t shake the feeling that the balance between Mikey and Reo was fragile, as if one wrong move could send everything crashing down.

---

As the new school year began, something felt off. Reo, always so lively and punctual, stopped responding to your texts and calls. She didn’t show up to class for days. At first, you told yourself it was nothing—maybe she was sick or needed a break. But the gnawing feeling in your chest refused to go away, whispering that something was very wrong.

One Thursday morning, as you skimmed through your emails, a subject line froze you in place: “In Memoriam: Reo Sato.”

Your heart dropped. You reread the line, willing it to change, but the words stayed the same. Hands trembling, you opened the email, scanning its sparse contents. There were no details—just a note about a candlelight vigil planned for Saturday. Desperate for answers, you searched her name online, the keys clicking furiously under your fingers.

The first result was from a local funeral home. You clicked it, and there she was: Reo, her graduation photo smiling back at you. The image didn’t match the headline beneath it, the one that shattered your world: “Reo’s life was tragically taken in a homicide.”

The word homicide echoed in your head. It didn’t make sense. Reo had been so vibrant, so full of life. How could she be gone? Numbly, you kept searching until you found a news article.

The headline read: “Local Student Killed in Drug Deal Gone Wrong.”

Your breath hitched as the article unfolded a version of Reo you didn’t recognize. Shot during an altercation involving heroin, the words blurred before you, each one cutting deeper. How did I not know? You replayed every conversation with her, every moment shared. She had never shown any sign of this struggle—no cracks in the bright, bubbly persona you had known so well.

Guilt twisted in your chest. I should have noticed. I should have been there for her. The thought sent you spiraling, your breaths coming fast and shallow. You grabbed your phone and sent a text, your only lifeline in moments like this.

You: Hey, can you come over? I need you ASAP.

Mikey: Omw. You okay?

You: No… I just… I need you.

Mikey: 5 minutes.

True to his word, there was a knock at your door minutes later. You barely managed to croak out, “Come in,” before the dam broke. Mikey stepped into the room, his messy blonde hair and worried eyes meeting your tear-streaked face. Without hesitation, he sat beside you on the bed, pulling you into his arms.

You clung to him, sobbing into his shoulder. Mikey didn’t say anything—he didn’t need to. His quiet presence was enough, grounding you as the storm of emotions overwhelmed you. For what felt like hours, the two of you sat like that, his steady breathing a silent comfort.

When your tears finally subsided, you told him everything: the email, the obituary, the article. The words spilled out in a rush, heavy with guilt and sorrow. Mikey listened intently, his dark eyes never leaving yours, his hand squeezing yours in silent reassurance.

When you finished, he pulled you into another hug. “You cared about her,” he said softly. “You were there for her in ways that mattered. Don’t forget that.”

His words didn’t erase the pain, but they brought a glimmer of comfort. “Will you come to the vigil with me?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course,” he replied immediately. “I’ll do anything for you.”

---

The vigil was held on a chilly Saturday evening. Dozens of candles illuminated the gathering crowd, their soft glow a fragile beacon in the darkness. Mikey stayed close to you, his hand lightly resting on your back as you navigated the sea of mourners.

When it was your turn to speak, your legs felt like lead as you approached the microphone. Mikey’s presence behind you gave you the courage to begin. “Reo was one of the brightest people I’ve ever known,” you said, your voice trembling but steady. “She had a way of making everything feel lighter, even when things were hard. I didn’t know… I didn’t know she was struggling. But I’ll always remember the light she brought into my life.”

As you stepped back, Mikey was there to steady you, his hand firm on your shoulder. His quiet strength gave you the stability you needed as the vigil continued, each story shared a reminder of the impact Reo had left behind.

---

In the weeks that followed, the weight of Reo’s loss lingered, but Mikey never left your side. He was there when you broke down during late-night study sessions, when you couldn’t bring yourself to sit in the seat she used to occupy in class. And though he wasn’t the type to offer flowery words, his presence was constant and unwavering.

Through it all, you found yourself leaning on him more than ever. He didn’t shy away from your grief or try to fix it—he simply stayed, a reminder that you weren’t alone. And in moments of quiet laughter or shared silence, you began to heal, piece by fragile piece.

---

The days leading up to the vigil passed in a haze. You moved through school and daily routines, but your thoughts were constantly with Reo. Her laughter, her boundless energy, and the way she lit up a room felt painfully distant—like a dream slipping further out of reach. When Saturday arrived, the weight of her loss pressed down on you all over again.

Mikey picked you up that evening. He didn’t say much during the ride, but his quiet presence was enough. The steady hum of his bike and the cool night air gave you something to focus on as your emotions swirled. When you reached the vigil, the flickering glow of candles lit up the crowd, their soft light casting gentle shadows against the somber faces gathered there.

You clung to Mikey’s arm as you wove through the crowd, your fingers trembling against the fabric of his jacket. He squeezed your hand lightly, his silent reassurance grounding you. Near the front, you found a spot where a framed photo of Reo stood on an easel, surrounded by flowers and candles. The sight made your throat tighten, fresh tears pricking your eyes.

The vigil began with Reo’s family speaking. Her parents’ voices were heavy with grief as they shared memories of her love for life, her quirky sense of humor, and her bright future that had been tragically cut short. Their words cracked under the weight of their sorrow, and tears streamed down your face as you listened. Mikey stayed by your side, his hand resting gently on your back, steadying you when the emotions became too much.

When attendees were invited to share memories, you hesitated. Public speaking had never been easy for you, and the lump in your throat felt insurmountable. But as others stepped forward, recounting Reo’s impact on their lives, you felt the need to honor her—to let her family know how much she meant to you.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped forward. Mikey’s hand brushed your arm as you moved, his silent support giving you the strength to keep going. At the microphone, the crowd blurred into a sea of flickering lights as you spoke.

“Reo was… amazing,” you began, your voice trembling. “She made everyone feel like they mattered. She was funny, bright, and so full of life. I didn’t know her as long as some of you, but in the time I did, she became someone I couldn’t imagine being without.” Your voice wavered, and you swallowed hard before continuing. “I wish I could have done more, been there for her more. But I’ll always remember her light, and I’ll carry it with me.”

You stepped back, your heart pounding in your chest. Mikey was there immediately, guiding you to your spot with a steady hand on your shoulder. He didn’t speak, but his presence was enough to calm the storm in your mind.

The vigil continued, the quiet hum of shared grief filling the air. Stories of Reo’s kindness and humor painted a vivid picture of the person she had been, each memory a testament to the love she’d left behind. As the candles burned low, you and Mikey lingered, watching the soft flames flicker against the encroaching darkness.

“She would have been so proud of you,” Mikey said softly as you walked back to his bike. His words were simple, but they warmed you, even against the chill of the night.

As you climbed onto the bike and wrapped your arms around him, the ache in your chest didn’t disappear, but it eased. You had Mikey, and for now, that was enough.

---

The months after Reo’s death felt surreal. Life moved on around you, but you were stuck, trapped beneath the weight of your grief. Classes resumed, conversations shifted to new topics, and Reo’s name rarely came up. Yet her absence was impossible to ignore. Her seat in the lecture hall remained empty, a glaring reminder of what had been lost.

When the news came that her murderer had been sentenced to life in prison, you thought it might bring some closure. It didn’t. The pain lingered, sharp and relentless, refusing to fade.

The only person who seemed to understand was Mikey. He was there for you during your darkest moments, holding you when the tears wouldn’t stop or quietly listening as you vented about the frustration of being paired with a new partner for group projects. His steady presence became your anchor. He didn’t try to fix your pain or force you to move on—he just stayed, and that was enough.

But every moment you spent with Mikey deepened your feelings for him. And with that came fear. You had already lost so much—your father, Shinichiro, and now Reo. What if you lost him too? The thought terrified you, creeping into your mind during quiet moments and filling you with dread. You tried to push it away, to focus on the here and now, but it was always there, lurking in the background.

Despite your grief, there were moments of light. Mikey, as always, had a way of breaking through the darkness. One evening, after a particularly rough day, he showed up at your door unannounced, holding two cups of your favorite tea.

“You looked like you needed this,” he said with a small smile, handing you a cup.

The two of you sat together on your couch, the warm tea soothing your nerves as Mikey recounted a ridiculous story about one of Toman’s newest recruits. His exaggerated impressions of Draken’s disapproval had you laughing until your sides hurt. It was the first time in weeks you felt something other than sorrow, and the memory of it stayed with you long after he left.

But as always, life had other plans.

One crisp autumn evening, you got a call from Mitsuya. His voice was frantic, the usual calm gone. “It’s Draken,” he said, the words tumbling out too fast. “He’s been shot. He’s in surgery now, but it’s bad. You need to come.”

Your heart dropped, panic taking over as you raced to the hospital. The sterile, fluorescent-lit waiting room was a flurry of anxious faces and quiet murmurs when you arrived. Mikey was sitting in a corner, his head in his hands, his shoulders shaking.

You rushed to his side, placing a hand on his back. “Mikey,” you said softly.

He looked up, his eyes bloodshot and filled with a mix of fear and anger. “They said… they said it doesn’t look good,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

You didn’t know what to say. Instead, you sat beside him, wrapping your arms around him as he leaned into you. The minutes dragged into hours, the tension in the room suffocating. When the doctor finally came out, his expression confirmed your worst fears.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “We did everything we could.”

The room erupted into chaos. Mikey stood abruptly, knocking over a chair as he stormed out of the waiting area. You followed him, finding him in a deserted hallway, his fists clenched and his body shaking.

“Mikey,” you called gently, but he didn’t respond. When you reached him, you placed a hand on his arm. “You don’t have to do this alone.”

He turned to you then, his face crumpling as tears streamed down his cheeks. “I can’t lose anyone else,” he choked out, his voice raw with pain. “I can’t.”

You pulled him into a tight hug, holding him as he cried. “I know,” you whispered. “I know.”

---

When you think of Draken, the word that comes to mind is solid. He was tall, dependable, and seemed indestructible. No matter how many fights he got into, he always walked away, stronger and more determined. It felt like nothing could ever take him down.

Until something did.

The call came late one night, jolting you awake. Your phone buzzed relentlessly on the nightstand, its vibrations piercing the quiet. Groggily, you answered, Mitsuya’s panicked voice cutting through your haze.

“Draken… he’s gone. He got shot… lost too much blood.” His voice cracked, each word heavy with devastation. In the background, the bustling chaos of the hospital spilled through the line.

Your world tilted. No. Not Draken. The air seemed to disappear from the room as Mitsuya’s words echoed in your mind. He told you Mikey was at the hospital and needed you. That was all it took for you to bolt into action. You grabbed the closest clothes and raced out of the house, ignoring your mother’s worried questions as you ran into the night.

The hospital loomed ahead, its fluorescent lights cold and unfeeling against the darkness. Inside, the waiting room was a somber storm of murmurs, stifled sobs, and tear-streaked faces. Members of Toman were scattered throughout the room, slumped in chairs or pacing anxiously. You scanned the faces, your heart pounding, until your eyes landed on Mikey.

He sat in a corner chair, hunched forward with his head bowed, staring blankly at the linoleum floor. Mitsuya stood nearby, his usual composure cracked, his eyes rimmed with red as he glanced helplessly at Mikey. No one dared approach him, the weight of his grief radiating outward like a barrier.

You didn’t hesitate. Ignoring the others, you crossed the room and sat down next to him. The chair squeaked softly under your weight, but Mikey didn’t react. You reached out, placing a gentle hand on his forearm, hoping to pull him back from wherever his mind had gone.

“Mikey,” you said softly, your voice shaking.

It took a moment, but slowly, he turned his head toward you. His eyes were dark, hollow, and filled with an emptiness that made your chest ache.

“You’re here,” he muttered, his voice raw, as if he hadn’t spoken in hours.

“I’m here,” you whispered, leaning closer. For a moment, it seemed like he might respond, but his breath hitched, and the words caught in his throat. His body trembled, and then he broke, silent sobs wracking his frame. Without a second thought, you pulled him into a hug, holding him tightly as his grief poured out in waves.

You stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, shielding him from the world with your embrace. The sounds of the waiting room faded into the background, leaving only the weight of Mikey’s pain and your unwavering presence.

When he finally pulled back, his face was streaked with tears, his expression raw and vulnerable in a way you’d rarely seen. “Do you want to come to my house?” you asked gently, your voice barely audible.

Mikey nodded, his voice too broken to respond. You stood and helped him to his feet, guiding him out of the hospital. The eyes of the others followed you, their silent concern palpable, but you ignored them. Mikey needed space, somewhere safe where he could fall apart without judgment.

---

Back at your house, Mikey didn’t say much. He didn’t have to. The two of you curled up on your bed, just like so many times before. His head rested against your shoulder, his soft breathing the only sound in the room. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable—it was a fragile solace, one that both of you clung to as the weight of loss pressed down.

The days that followed were some of the hardest you’d ever faced. Mikey shut down completely, retreating into himself in a way you hadn’t seen since Shinichiro’s death. He stopped eating, stopped riding, stopped being Mikey. He was there, but he wasn’t living.

You tried everything to bring him back. You took him to his favorite restaurants, bought him parfaits, and suggested rides around the city. Most days, he refused to leave the house. When he did, the outings felt hollow—he barely touched his food or acknowledged your efforts. Each failed attempt chipped away at your resolve, but you refused to give up on him.

One cold winter morning, you bundled up and made your way to the Sano dojo. The house felt eerily quiet. Emma and their grandfather weren’t home, and the absence of their usual energy only heightened the oppressive weight of grief lingering in the air.

You slipped off your shoes and padded down the hall, each step heavy with apprehension. When you reached Mikey’s door, you knocked softly. “Mikey?” you called, pressing your forehead against the wood. No response.

Anxiety churned in your gut as you pushed the door open. The room was dark, the curtains drawn tight. For a moment, you couldn’t see him. Then your eyes adjusted, and you spotted him lying on his side in bed, facing the wall. He didn’t stir as you stepped inside.

“Scooch over,” you said, nudging his shoulder. “I’m getting in.”

Mikey let out a faint grunt but shifted just enough to give you space. You climbed into bed, slipping under the covers and pressing yourself against his back. Wrapping your arm around his waist, you held him close. He didn’t resist, but he didn’t acknowledge you either.

“I’m worried about you,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. “You can’t keep shutting everyone out.”

For a long moment, there was only silence. Then, in a voice so quiet it was almost lost in the stillness, he said, “I just want to feel something again. Anything.”

Your heart broke all over again. Tightening your hold, you rested your forehead against his shoulder. “I know,” you said softly. “But you’re not alone, Mikey. You’ll never be alone.”

For a moment, his breathing hitched. Then he turned to face you, his dark eyes meeting yours. They were glassy, heavy with sorrow, but somewhere in their depths was a flicker of something else—something familiar.

“Why are you always here?” he asked, his voice tinged with exhaustion but also curiosity.

You smiled, the warmth of it softening the edges of your own grief. “Because I can’t imagine being anywhere else.”

A small, fragile smile tugged at the corners of his lips. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. Enough to remind you of the boy you’d grown up with. Enough to give you hope.

---

Over the weeks that followed, you stayed close to Mikey, doing everything you could to pull him out of the darkness. It wasn’t easy. Some days, it felt like you were making progress—he’d smile, crack a joke, or eat more than a few bites of food. Other days, the weight of his grief dragged him back under, and you’d find yourself sitting in silence with him, holding his hand as he retreated into his own mind.

You learned to be patient. Mikey didn’t need someone to fix him—he needed someone to be there, to remind him he wasn’t alone. And while it hurt to watch him struggle, you refused to give up on him. He had always been there for you, through every moment of your own pain, and now it was your turn to do the same.

But grief has a way of testing even the strongest bonds.

One night, Mikey showed up at your door unannounced. His eyes were dark, his expression tense, and he radiated an energy you couldn’t quite place. He didn’t say much as you let him in, just muttered a quiet thanks before sitting on the edge of your couch, his hands gripping his knees tightly.

“Are you okay?” you asked, sitting beside him. 

For a moment, he didn’t respond. Then he let out a heavy sigh and ran a hand through his messy hair. “I don’t know how to do this,” he admitted, his voice raw. “I don’t know how to keep going.”

You placed a hand on his arm, your touch gentle but firm. “You don’t have to figure it out all at once,” you said softly. “One day at a time, Mikey. That’s all anyone can do.”

He looked at you then, his dark eyes searching yours. “What if I mess everything up?” he asked, his voice cracking. “What if I lose everyone?”

“You won’t,” you said firmly. “You’re not alone, Mikey. You have me. You’ll always have me.”

Something in your words seemed to reach him. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against your shoulder, and you felt his body tremble as he let out a shaky breath. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him as tightly as you could, as if your embrace alone could shield him from the weight of the world.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

“You’ll never have to find out,” you replied, your voice steady despite the ache in your chest. “I’m not going anywhere.”

---

In the months that followed, Mikey began to rebuild himself piece by piece. He started showing up to Toman meetings again, quieter than before but present. The laughter that used to fill the room wasn’t as loud, tinged now with the weight of loss, but it persisted—a testament to the bonds Mikey had built with his friends and with you.

You were there through it all: the late-night rides, the quiet moments of reflection, and the small victories that felt monumental. Mikey leaned on you in a way he never had before. At times, the weight of being his constant felt overwhelming, but you wouldn’t have traded it for anything.

Through it all, your feelings for him grew, no matter how much you tried to suppress them. The way he relied on you, the way his eyes lingered just a moment too long—it felt like more than friendship. But fear held you back. What if you lost him? What if your love changed things irreparably? Mikey was your anchor, your constant, and you couldn’t risk ruining that.

One evening, as the two of you sat on his bike watching the sunset, Mikey broke the silence.

“Do you ever think about what’s next?” he asked, his voice soft and hesitant.

You turned to him, your heart skipping at the vulnerability in his tone. “What do you mean?”

“For us,” he said, meeting your gaze. “I don’t want to lose you. But sometimes… I feel like I’m holding you back.”

The words hit like a punch to the gut. “You’re not holding me back, Mikey. You’ve never held me back.”

He hesitated, his dark eyes searching yours. “What if I’m scared of losing you?”

You reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. “Then we’re both scared,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “But I’d rather be scared with you than without you.”

The silence between you was heavy, charged with unspoken words. Slowly, Mikey leaned closer, his forehead brushing against yours. His breath was warm, his presence steady despite the emotions swirling between you.

“Stay with me,” he murmured, his voice breaking.

“Always,” you replied, tears pricking your eyes. And in that moment, the weight of grief didn’t disappear, but it eased. Together, you had faced so much. Together, you would keep moving forward.

After that night, something shifted. There was no grand declaration, no dramatic change—just a quiet acknowledgment of what had always been there. Mikey stopped pulling away. If anything, he drew closer, his touches lingering longer, his smiles softer when they were meant for you.

You didn’t talk about it, not explicitly. But it was in the way he rested his head on your shoulder during late-night rides, in the way his gaze found yours at every Toman meeting, and in the way his eyes softened when he thought you weren’t paying attention. The connection between you wasn’t sudden—it was slow and steady, like a flame growing stronger with every passing day.

Despite his progress, Mikey still carried the weight of his grief. Some days were better than others. On good days, he was almost his old self, cracking jokes and teasing you until your sides hurt from laughter. On bad days, he retreated into silence, his gaze distant, lost in a world you couldn’t reach. But you stayed by his side through it all, a constant reminder that he wasn’t alone.

One cold evening, Mikey invited you over to the Sano dojo. Emma was out, and the quiet house felt oddly peaceful. When you arrived, Mikey greeted you with a faint smile and a steaming cup of tea, his way of taking care of you even when he struggled to care for himself.

The two of you settled in his room, a space filled with memories of your shared childhood. You sat cross-legged on his bed, sipping your tea as Mikey leaned against the headboard, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. The silence between you was comfortable, broken only by the soft clink of your cups.

“I’ve been thinking,” Mikey said finally, his voice low.

You glanced at him, waiting.

“I don’t know where I’d be without you.” His words were simple but heavy, filled with a vulnerability that made your heart ache.

“You’d be fine,” you replied softly, though you didn’t fully believe it. “But I’m glad I’m here.”

He turned to look at you, his eyes reflecting something unspoken, something steady. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence stretching between you like a bridge. And in that stillness, you realized that being there for him wasn’t a burden—it was exactly where you wanted to be.

As Mikey’s fingers roam over your shirt, he chuckles softly. The material is one of his favorites, as it fits your curves perfectly and reminds him of how your touch has affected him. He longs for a place where the two of you can stay hidden from the world’s pain and prevent it from separating you.

Mikey is feeling alone in this challenging and painful world since losing Draken. He turns to you for comfort, taking your hand and stroking his thumb across your knuckles. At that moment, he realizes how much he has always wanted you.

Mikey shifts in his bed to face you, his gaze fixed upon you. He feels like he is invading personal space. His hand slips behind your head and finds the back of your neck. You can’t tear your eyes from his; he’s staring into your soul. 

Suddenly, Mikey pulls you closer, causing your breath to catch in your throat. Mikey presses his soft lips to yours, and the action leaves you stunned until you feel the pass of his tongue over your lower lip. There had always been this underlying pull between you, and Mikey held the same feelings as you did then.  

And Mikey was going to show you just how deep these feelings were. 

As you leaned in, his lips met yours, soft and inviting, just as you had always envisioned. A gasp escaped you, and you pulled away in surprise, but he was there again, leaning forward to keep you right where he wanted you. 

As you held on to the front of his shirt, you could feel the warmth from his flushed cheeks radiating onto yours. Your body froze at this moment. Mikey smiles against your lips and gently breaks the kiss. The two of you still sit close, your heated breaths mingling together. 

“I just want to feel something again. And you’ve always been able to do that for me.” You couldn’t look away from his lips, the ghost feeling of the kiss you shared still lingering on them. He grins and leans close, mouth hovering over yours when he hints, “I’ve wanted you for so long.”   

Heat rushes to your face, your eyes drifting closed when you feel him approaching you again. 

“So, you’ve known all along.” 

As you try to express yourself, you realize you couldn’t have known because he never mentioned it. As you try to express yourself, you realize you couldn't have known because he never mentioned it. 

The situation is overwhelming, causing you to look away from him while he talks gently. “I said nothing because, to me, you’ve always been mine.” 

At this moment, he is overwhelmingly powerful, inundating your senses. He grasps your jaw with his fingers, pressing your cheeks and raising your face towards his. Your pulse is racing, practically escaping from the vein in your throat. “I have always wanted you to be just mine.” Mikey brushes his nose against yours, and his breath warms your lips. “Now that everyone has left, I want to ensure you know how much I love you.”

You feel a lump in your throat and notice him exhale when you remain silent. 

“I hope you won’t leave me either.” His lower lip grazes against yours as he murmurs, “I don’t know if I can handle you not being here.” 

You are acutely aware of his hand on your face, pulling you closer while his mouth moves away, maintaining a slight distance between you. “I’ve always loved you.” Mikey smiles softly down at you as your eyelids flutter open briefly at his confession.

Mikey’s lips crash into yours as his hands find purchase on your waist to pull you in. He wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer to him as you gasp for air. 

Mikey welcomes the spreading of your thighs as one of his hands trails to your hip and the other cups your neck. You grip the front of his t-shirt, holding him tightly and keeping him near. 

In this state, one never desires to depart.

 Mikey whispers your name softly against your lips, and suddenly, all the anxiety and stress of the day dissipate.

He lowers his mouth to the spot just below your earlobe, his voice wrapping around you as his fingers toy with the top of your shirt.

“Please never leave me.” 

Under your shirt, his hands pull the flimsy fabric off.  

As you bare your breasts to him, your breathing becomes low. You find yourself overwhelmed as you intertwine your fingers with his blonde tresses. Your thoughts seem to swirl endlessly, drawing you deeper into a vast ocean of the mind. Manjiro Sano is the only thing keeping you grounded in this world.

“I won’t leave.” 

As Mikey’s lips meet yours, you unconsciously murmur under your breath. He moves back, gazing at you with astonishment. You feel your heart racing in your chest and your face getting hot.

Mikey feels his heart racing in his chest as he processes your commitment. His gaze remains fixated on your lips as he waits with an entranced expression. He wants to soak in the words as you say them because he’s terrified it won’t happen. So many people have already left.

As you gaze into his dark eyes, you moisten your lips.

The room’s silence left him breathless.

When he kisses you, there’s a new sense of urgency that wasn’t present before. Your back presses against the soft mattress when he pushes into you; his hands slide up your thighs, fading beneath your clothing. 

Lithe fingers slip under the elastic of your panties, and naturally, you lift your hips to help him slip them off. Mikey tosses them to the floor, forgotten before you can process what’s happening.

Mikey places soft kisses down your neck and cards his fingers through your hair as goosebumps appear on your skin from the action. His fingers continue to explore you, feeling the plush skin of your soft thighs as he works them apart. You can feel the desperation in his movements as he aches for you. 

“I never want to lose you.” 

A small gasp escapes you as he pulls you to his hips, the front of his shorts pressing against your bare skin, sending electricity through you. Your fingers tangle in his hair as he sucks against your exposed throat. 

You also feel the impact of all the words he had spoken to you.

You’re having trouble catching your breath as his fingers move closer and closer to your core. 

“Stay mine, forever.” His words send fire through your skin. Mikey is desperate never to let you go. 

His lips find yours again as his thumb rubs gently against your slick folds. A gasp escapes your lips as his fingers masterly play with that bundle of nerves. You have always longed for this moment, and now that it’s finally happening, it feels too good to be true.

Mikey knows precisely how to play you. Sliding his fingers through your wet folds and slipping them inside to touch you until you can’t breathe. He does everything as if he knows exactly what you need, even as he traces your body with kisses and whispers of love and possession. 

Every touch sets your skin on fire. Mikey’s heart thumps loudly within him, as if it desires to escape its confines every time your lips release his name. 

And when you ultimately come undone, your face concealed in the crook of his neck as you call for him, he can’t help himself as three words tumble out of his lips.  

“I love you,” he confides, along with your name. Your walls constrict around his fingers as you shake beneath him. He can feel the wet droplets of your tears soaking his shirt as your breaths come short and quickly. “I’ve loved you for so long since we were kids.”   

Mikey’s name slips from your lips as your arms curl around his shoulders, and you cling to him as you come down from your high. He kisses you tenderly and holds you close, giving you time to catch your breath and recover.

Eventually, you let out a harsh breath and meet his gaze. Heat reaches your cheeks when you see his dark eyes gazing at you. 

“Manjiro,” you mumble in embarrassment and let out another little moan as he finally removes his fingers from inside of you.

Mikey looks at you with a broad, silly smile. You lightly pinch his harm as he fakes being mortally wounded, but you can’t ignore feeling his hand on your thigh. But the two of you come back together in a slow post-orgasmic kiss, utterly different from the desperation that had been so heavy in the air just moments ago. 

Mikey withdraws, observing your flushed face as you wipe away unshed tears - embarrassed by his gaze. 

You cross your arms over your chest, feeling vulnerable. Mikey’s gaze lingers on those spots for too long, making you feel like he can see through you. It’s as if he can see every part of your soul laid bare before him.

Mikey watches you as you cover yourself, pulling the covers up to protect your chest. As your hands move toward your thighs to cover them up, he watches and can’t resist reaching out his hand to gently and soothingly stop your wrist.    

With a gentle pull, he slides you down and uncovers your breasts. He kisses you passionately down your neck and chest.  

His enjoyment comes from the thought of his hands all over you, how they hold you and caress you. It pushes away all the negativity surrounding him like a dark cloud. It’s within your power to make him experience something again. 

With a grin on his face, he pays you a compliment, saying, “You are incredibly beautiful.” 

His hungry gaze fixated on you, a dark smirk playing on his lips as you nervously whisper his name. Your arms become entangled in his shirt, adding to the tension in the air. 

His gaze slowly descends your chest, eventually reaching your tummy and thighs. He briefly wets his lips with his tongue, unable to hide his desire. "You're so soft," he murmurs, his thoughts of touching you clear in his words.

As you struggle to catch your breath, your chest rises and drops, the sound of your harsh breathing filling the room. His gaze fixated on your breasts, he slid his hands towards your shoulders; the touch sending shivers down your spine. With deliberate slowness, he delicately slides off the straps of your bra, one after another. The anticipation builds as he hooks a finger into one cup, his eyes locking with yours, creating an intense connection.

“Please, let me show you.”

Your heart races as he traces a finger along your exposed skin, sending shivers down your spine. The intensity in his eyes ignites a fire within you. He leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. His touch electrifies your every nerve, making it hard to breathe.

Suddenly, he pulls you into a passionate embrace, his hands exploring every inch of your body. The room fills with a symphony of moans and whispered desires. Time stands still as you surrender to the intoxicating pleasure that courses through your veins.

With each caress, the world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you in a frenzy of desire. His lips find yours, melding in a desperate kiss that leaves you breathless. The room becomes a battlefield of tangled limbs and whispered promises.

At this moment, nothing else matters. The world outside ceases to exist as he consumes your thoughts, your body, your soul. You surrender to the raw, unbridled passion, losing yourself in a whirlwind of ecstasy.

As the intensity builds, your bodies entwine in a dance of unspoken longing. Each touch, each kiss, drives you both closer to the edge of oblivion. The air crackles with anticipation, a symphony of pleasure and desire.

At this moment, you are completely vulnerable to his every whim. But there is a power in that vulnerability, a liberation in surrendering to the depths of passion. And as he takes you to new heights, you realize that being completely exposed to him is the ultimate act of trust.

Together, you embrace the wild chaos of desire, losing yourselves in a world where only the two of you exist. And as the climax approaches, you cling on to each other, spiraling into a moment of pure bliss that will forever be etched in your memories.

And in the end, through all the grief, pain, and despair you knew you’d always have, Mikey. 

After a moment, Mikey’s voice came out in a chokehold of tears. “I can’t believe he’s really gone. It hurts so much, doesn’t it?” 

You placed a comforting hand on his bare shoulder. “Yeah, it’s unbearable. But remember, I’ll always be here for you.”

A tiny sniffle escapes Mikey, “I know, and I’m grateful for that. It’s just hard to imagine life without Draken. Without all of them.”

You give his shoulder a small squeeze, “I understand. But remember, he’ll always be with you in your memories and in your heart.” 

His voice trembles as he tries to get out the words. “I hope so. It’s just difficult to see past all this pain right now.”

Softly, you respond, “Take your time, Mikey. I’m here to listen and support you through it all.”

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RACH I am so sorry that I missed your birthday yesterday!! I wish you a happy happy belated birthday 🥺💓 I hope you had a wonderful day yesterday & were able to enjoy your special day to the fullest!! We haven’t interacted in a while and I hope you’re doing well - did anything exciting happen that you wanna share? :3

You’re so sweet nana! 🥹🥹🥹 thank you!!!! I did! It was so nice! I’ve been so busy with my private practice and child it’s been insane! Nothing my super exciting my big gift is buying tickets to a K-pop concert today! How are you!!!??💜💜💜

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