synopsis :: takeomi is needy. he thinks it won't be a problem if he steals you away for a little while.
cw :: 18+ smut, mdni. established relationship. reader wears a dress. babysitting. tw kids mentioned briefly. quickie. use of baby, princess, doll. grinding. wall sex + unprotected. creampie. takeomi & reader are in their early 20's. (wc :: 1.5k)
an :: writing for takeomi bc he deserves more love <3 also this was p rushed sorry for any errors !!
MINORS DNI. tr masterlist @tokyometronetwork
"how much time do we have?"
"10 minutes—tops." takeomi speaks quietly from above you.
you've been at the akashi's house for most of the day, helping your boyfriend babysit his two younger siblings. you mostly come here for him—but you enjoy senju and haruchiyo's company, the two little kids have slithered their way into your heart and now have a special place in your life.
it brightens up your day when you see them—they're like rays of sunshine, definitely unlike their older brother. the two kids are surely a handful, but you love them as if they were your own.
"well, they're definitely distracted now," you say, peering over at senju and haruchiyo—both of them sitting in the living room watching tv, "i doubt it'll last longer than that, though."
takeomi rests one large hand on your waist, he stands over you, sneakily watching his younger siblings to make sure they'll be occupied for long enough for you two to sneak away.
you grab his hand and start making your way to his bedroom, "c'mon, we don't have much time. better make it worth it, loverboy." you wink at him, a cheeky smile on your face.
you pull him to his room at the end of the hallway, he closes the door and pushes you up against it—his body big, and towering over yours.
"all of this just because you couldn't wait till tonight," you giggle in between kisses, throwing your arms around his neck.
"can't blame me. you look so fucking cute takin' care of my siblings." he kisses up the column of your neck, breathing in your scent. "this sundress is driving me insane."
you whine when he bites harshly on a sensitive spot by your ear, then licking it to ease the throbbing pain. "o-omi,"
his hands wander all of you, grabbing and groping. one of them comes up to harshly pinch your nipples through the thin fabric of your sundress.
"y'see these?" he groans, cupping your chest in his hands, "fuckin' perfect." he squeezes them hard, pulling a moan from you before you slap a hand over your mouth, muffling any sounds.
you're not sure how long senju and haru will be occupied—but you definitely know that if you're too loud, they'll come investigating.
your other hand is tugging on the hair of his nape, making him groan loudly in response. he pulls down the straps of your dress, slowly undoing the top half, "fuck, baby." he half-whispers.
"so fuckin' pretty." kissing down the expanse of your chest, leaving a trail of bite marks and bruises. your teeth sink into your bottom lip, trying your best to keep quiet as he wraps his soft lips around your nipple. his left hand works simultaneously on your other breast, tugging on the sensitive skin.
"s-shit, omi!" you whine, throwing your head back, resting it on the door.
you arch your back to get more of him, to feel more of his addicting mouth all over you, but you're stopped when his hand comes down to your hip to firmly hold you in place.
"patience, baby. i'll give you what you want."
"we-we're taking too long," you whimper impatiently.
"tch," he clicks his tongue and decides the best way to shut you up is by holding you by the neck, pulling your face to meet him. you let him slip his smooth tongue inside you—stealing your breath away.
he groans softly into your mouth, savoring your taste. a taste that he could never get enough of, something that he's sure is addicting to him. his hands slither down your body where they reach under your dress, slipping them inside to trace the lining of your panties.
"o-omi, please," you whimper, the grip you have on the front of his shirt tightening.
"i know. i know, baby." he lifts your leg so that one thigh is wrapped around his waist. one hand cupping your cunt through your underwear.
your hips involuntarily buck into his palm, using him to pleasure yourself. he has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, "feels s'good,"
he chuckles, "you're already soaking, were you that needy? did you want me to fuck you that bad, doll?"
the humiliation makes heat rush all the way to your ears, and you shyly look away from him but your hips don't stop grinding against his hand.
"don' wanna be prepped," you whisper, still unable to look him in the eye.
"wasn't planning on it." he roughly shoves the rest of your dress above your waist, bending down and lifting you up from under your thighs.
"takeomi—!"
"shh, you're being too loud." he cuts you off, two of his fingers come down to move your panties to the side. "unzip my pants, princess."
you do as you're told, and his cock slips out from the confines of his pants. it's long and leaking, his dark pink tip lightly lubricated from his own pre cum.
"oh, shit. so fuckin' wet." the thick head of his cock runs through your wet folds back and forth—occasionally massaging your clit and sending sparks of pleasure throughout your body.
"n-need you inside, omi, please." you ache in need for him, and for him to just fill you up and fuck you senseless.
he doesn't wait any longer, pressing his pulsing cock straight into your fluttering hole. you both moan at the feeling of the intrusion. he can never get over how you feel—always so soft and pliant, ready to take him anytime he wants.
"so warm, baby." the stretch burns—but you won't deny that it makes it more pleasurable when it hurts a little.
suddenly, just before he's about to thrust up inside you, you hear senju's voice yell in the hallway.
"takeee!” her voice travels through the door of takeomi's bedroom, "where'd you guys go?"
both of you freeze, and his hand comes up to shove two of his fingers into your mouth—keeping you quiet.
he grunts, squeezing his eyes shut and dropping his head onto your shoulder, "we'll be out in a bit, senju."
"i'm hungry!"
"just give me five more minutes!" he forces out, trying his best to make his voice as even as possible. it's even harder to do because of the way your walls flutter and spasm around his length.
"hurry up!" she commands, and you both breathe out a sigh when you hear her footsteps travel across the hall and back into the living room.
he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, "better be quick then." and before you have a chance to reply he thrusts up harshly, knocking the wind out of you.
your teeth bite the inside of your mouth, and you think you draw blood but at this point you can't seem to worry about anything except the drag of his cock against your gummy walls.
"perfect-so perfect f'me." he grunts, trailing kisses up your neck. your hands grip tight on his shoulders.
with the way he's angled right now, the way he's thrusting up into you—every time his hips move forward the soft hair of his pubic bone rubs against your clit just right. it makes you see stars, the pleasure overwhelms you.
"a-ah! omi—right there!"
"here, baby?" he hits the same spot, and you let out a small sob—he just feels so fucking good.
"don't stop," you say as he continues to ram his cock inside you, his thick tip nudging against your g-spot.
he brings two fingers in between your bodies to play with your clit, stimulating you even further. he pinches and strokes all while you're trying your hardest to keep your moans suppressed.
"fuck—you gonna cum?" he grunts, throwing his head back, "squeezing me so tight, c-cum with me, baby."
that's all it takes to throw you off the edge, gasping out as you cum on his cock. your legs tighten around his waist, pulling him even closer to you.
"s'good, omi!" his lips meet yours, swallowing all your cries. you're unable to kiss him back, barely even able to control your body as it jerks to meet his thrusts.
his grip on the back of your thighs hurts, but a few more thrusts and he follows, releasing deep inside you, filling you all the way with his warm, sticky seed.
he slows himself, resting his forehead on yours as you both try and catch your breaths. it's quiet after that, he pulls himself out and helps you dress.
"we can't do this again, omi." you giggle. "i don't want us to get caught."
"i couldn't help myself," he plants a kiss on your forehead. "we should get back."
your legs are wobbly, and your thighs burn as you hold on to him while walking back to the living room.
"what took you guys so long?!" haru pouts.
takeomi takes a second before sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, "we were building a lego set."
ATSUMU. wears his sweatpants dangerously low on his hips. messy hair, toned stomach on display, he knows exactly what he’s doing. loves watching you try and play it off whenever he catches you staring.
SUNA. places his hand on your waist when in a crowded place. gently touches your waist in order not to startle you, usually followed by a muttered “watch out” as he moves past you.
— .fluff, comfort fic, gn!reader, just showering mikey in love when he's not feeling his best because that's what he deserves :( reblogs are appreciated <3
the night is bright with brimming city lights, pretty smiles and laughter reaching mikey’s pale cold ears through the open car window. the wind is harsh on his skin, and it’s just one of those nights where manjiro feels his heart clench, eyes dimmed with thoughts occupying his mind. sanzu is in the driver’s seat, his eyes following his boss’s frail movements. but he remains quiet till he drops manjiro off at his house.
he thinks he has sinned, sins too disturbing to ask for forgiveness. and yet he still wonders why you always wait for him in that white leather couch, with a book in your hand — just like always.
a delicate smile from you was all that took to touch his heart. “you’re back.” you’re excited, filled with glee as you let him sink his tired body right next to you. he doesn’t talk, he can’t, not without breaking down in front of you.
but you know that look in his dark eyes, it yearns for your touch, for the warmth that’s spilling from your heart. “baby,” his throat is hoarse, chest heavy and he thinks of what has happened in his life, everything that’s made him the person he’s become. “i’ve hurt so many lives. i’m a terrible person.”
and it breaks your heart to see him like this. manjiro yet again wonders why your touch feels so soft against his face, such gentleness that he’s never got to experience in his life.
“don’t say that,” you say, eyebrows furrowed as your gaze falls on the crystalline tears that fall from his eyes. “you’re not. terrible people aren’t capable of loving someone like you do, manjiro,” you soothe, whispering the words as you let him sink his head on your shoulders. your voice is so soft, and his hands grip the oversized shirt that you’re wearing.
even though he won’t say it out loud, he feels safe in your presence, he feels belonged — something he hasn’t felt in a long time. “why do you stay?” he asks, voice low as his lips quiver on your shoulders. his tears wet your skin but you hold him close, your fingers weaving through his white bleached hair so tenderly.
“i want to, because i love you,” you say. it’s not much, but it hits a certain string in his heart and he wonders how an angel like you is able to love a broken puzzle like him.
“when i fell in love with you, i fell in love with every part of you. even the parts that make you think you’re hard to love,” you reassure him, words dripping like honey on his ears. he looks up to meet your gaze, and in them, he finds nothing but sweet love and care.
your eyes are just as wet as his, and there’s something so beautiful in comforting your lover, someone whom you can trust with all your heart. “oh angel,” he gasps, cupping your face to smear a kiss on your lips. you’ve always thought of manjiro like a moon, it shines in the glory of the stars, but there’s always a part that’s hidden by darkness.
it’s night like these that you’re able to touch the hidden parts of manjiro sano. “i love you,” he says and there’s relief in his voice, his fingertips cold on your cheeks and you realize that you are what he craves in these rough nights.
love feels like an ocean wave when you’re with him. it washes over you and leaves you vulnerable, so vulnerable, only for manjiro to love you with all the adoration he has in his heart. as he sleeps in your arms with dried stains of tears on his cheekbones, he lets himself feel your warmth.
and once again, he realizes that love is beautiful, especially when it’s from you.
the clock hit three in the morning a few minutes prior to atsumu entering your shared apartment as quietly as possible to not wake you up. you only expected to see him the next day, but he decided to drive back from a city hours away after the last match this season and short celebrations.
the past few weeks you haven’t really had time for each other; work had you swamped and tsumu had match season, meaning multiple days and nights away from you. he wanted to sleep next to you without having to worry waking up on time and only coming home late at night after practice.
as he steps into your bedroom, his lips tug into a warm smile noticing your sleeping figure. you are wrapped up in a blanket, the tv still playing in the background– you must have knocked out while watching your favorite show. he realizes just how terribly he missed everything about you, even a glance of you made him feel better.
carefully to not wake you up, he quickly washed up and changed out of his clothes and turned off the forgotten tv. slipping in the bed beside you, the feeling of being home finally hits him. you could be anywhere and he still would feel the same way– you are his home.
unconsciously, you snuggle up to his warm body and his arms immediately wrap around you, holding you close. atsumu presses a kiss on your temple, his way of wishing you good night.
he hasn't slept this good in probably weeks, and neither have you without even knowing he was there. in the morning, you are already awake when he opens his eyes.
"hey," you smile at him and press a kiss on the corner of his lips. "didn't expect you to be here."
"wanted to surprise you," atsumu chuckles, his voice still raspy from just waking up.
"nice surprise," you admit with a smile, letting him pull you closer to him. his arm is around your hips now, his finger drawing soft circles on your skin under your shirt.
"i missed you." he whispers and kisses you softly. atsumu wishes his schedule wasn't as hectic, but you would never let him quit his career before it was time to, you always knew what you would commit to. he admires your patience and love for him so much, it's a gentle reminder that lets him know you feel the same way he does. you are each other's homes and will always be.
Whatever happened, Inui would always come back to you. It didn't matter if he'd been fighting or just fixing up one of his bikes in his shop, inui would always drag his tired limbs, eyelids daring to close, throat feeling tired and sore — he would drag himself to the warmth of your embrace in the middle of the night.
You were his solace, his divinity in the midst of uncertainty. As he entered your home and sat on the softness of your couch, you could hear him sigh. His legs hurt, and you could tell by the way his hands went to massage them. His lips are bruised, he has dried blood on his knuckles, and dirt is all over his clothes.
"Do you want me to run a bath?" You inquired as softly as your voice could manage. "No," he says, shaking his head. His voice is deep, but the words leave his chest like a whimper. It aches your heart, and you crawl closer to his figure, already embracing him with open arms.
"I just want to stay with you," he coaxes, his head buried in your chest.
"At least, let me clean up your wounds." Your fingers scratch his sweaty head, and you hear him hum as his shoulders relax.
"Not now," he said as his grip tightened. "please."
"Don't worry, I'll be right here," you reassure him. His haunting thoughts, desperate gaze, and erratic heartbeat were all calmed by your mere presence. His forehead burned, adrenaline finally settling in, and all he wants right now is your love.
as he raises his face, his eyes gleaming with adoration, his gaze fixed on your orbs You smear sweet kisses all over his face and jaws. "Do you want to talk about it?" you ask, pressing your lips against his cheekbones.
When the action finally manages to put a smile on his face, your heart melts. "I'll feel better if you kiss me." The words soften your heart and make you look at him with love.
"seishu—"
"Not now. I only want you," He leans in, his nose digging into the curve of your neck. You can feel him pressing against you, his skin warm. As he sucks on the tender skin on your neck, his large hands gently hold your shoulders. "only you."
You gasp. It feels so passionate as his lips clash against yours. So soft and full of love. "You're everything to me, seishu." You smooth. Your soft fingers tracing the scar on his face. "You okay?" You whisper against his lips, eyes peering at him with love.
You notice his lips trembling before he buries his face in the crook of your neck. "Please make it better" it's shaky, it's deep and you let out a breath through your quivering lips. Your hands find their way inside his shirt and you tug them off his head. There's a moment of eye contact between you two, unspoken emotions spoken in your gaze.
He weaves his fingers with yours as he sits on the couch, his head lowering down to your body on the ground as you sat in-between his thighs. You smiled and said, "Shh," as he parted his lips to speak. "Let me take care of you tonight."
Your hands busy themselves unzipping his pants. Stroking his cock a few times, you peer at the pre cum that glistened at the tip. The head flushed a pinkish shade. Smearing the bead of precum, you invite his girth inside the warmth of your mouth. Your tongue swirls around the girth, wetting it with your saliva. "Hah—" he gasps at the tight grasp of your tender hands on his balls.
Pulling away slightly, you slide him in further in your throat. You hold onto his thighs tightly as your nose brushes his pelvis. "T-that's enough— b-baby—" inui grunts, his chest rising and falling. The pace of the bobbing of your head makes him crazy and his hands come to curl his fingers on your hair immediately.
"I'm close— I'm gonna—" his stomach churls, muscles tightening. Sweat glazes his figure as he throws his head back with a loud groan. Pulling away, your hand pumps his cock a few times. It twitches in your palms as his cum fills your hands.
"Oh angel" he sighs as you clean him up. Sitting on his lap, facing him, you pull him into a sweet kiss. It's quick but the sweetness of it makes him smile. "I love you," you say and even if he's still not able to say it back, his gaze spills every love he could offer.
Sorry if this came out half assed. Wrote this right before a flight T T
I want you to tell me about your favourite book, your passions, your favourite artists, the music you listen to late at night when nobody else is awake and the world is silent. I love listening to you and seeing you talking to me enthusiastically about what you like. Keep sharing with me every thing that makes you happy or sad or angry and never stop, because your soul is so beautiful that I fell in love with it.
SYN: you challenge hanma to a round of poker, and the both of you place your bets. if you win—you get his Bentley and $250k. If he wins, he gets to fuck you in one of the private rooms in the back. surely you'll win, right?
CW: toman and bonten make an appearance. gambling. swearing. reader wears a dress. smut. unprotected sex. creampie. groping. pet names (baby, princess, doll, pretty girl). let me know if i missed anything! wc: 3.4k
AN: LISTEN UP! i have absolutely no idea how gambling or casinos work but i did my research and tried my best! this might be inaccurate so i'm apologizing from now hehe. either way, enjoy! (ignore the fact that i changed my fic format again oops)
ty for @megumi-divine and @utahimeow for beta <3 | @tokyometronetwork
MINORS DNI. barely proofread. tr masterlist
"if i win this round," your eyes never leave his as you make your way to the opposite side of the table, "then of course, I get my share. along with your Bentley—and everything that's inside of it."
you see hanmas face turn stern, lip slightly curving down until it's right back up. he's smirking at you, and you already know that he's not backing down from a challenge.
it's a good thing you don't back down, either.
"alright, and if I win," his golden eyes stare into yours, as if they're looking right into your soul, "then I get to fuck you in one of the private rooms in the back."
a course of whistles and gasps fill the room, and you see rindou give hanma the deadliest stare possible. a rush of adrenaline fills your body and you feel your knees weaken.
you half expected him to ask for something materialistic—something that has to do with money or expensive items. but to your shock (well, not so much, actually), he'd rather get his dick wet over anything he could possibly have.
you smile at him, and he follows the movement of your perfectly glossed lips as you point to the table and say, "that's a deal then. shall we?"
you ignore the looks and shocked faces of the executives, and let it pass as just a playful round of poker. surely, you'll win. . . right?
and so it begins, you and hanma decide it'll only be one round. no repeats, no second chances, whoever wins gets what they've already decided on prior to the round.
being in these types of places isn't something new to you—casinos, high-end bars and clubs—they're places you frequent with bonten. but there are times where you don't like to involve yourself with their business.
toman and bonten, they regularly meet for business and events. but the two gangs have been rivaling each other for the longest time. they haven't been at each other's throats, they never purposely go out of their way to hurt the other gang—but at the same time, they aren't exactly friends .
you sit right in the middle, between the two. yes, you technically 'belong' to bonten, but you find a certain member of toman interesting. so you never miss out on the opportunity to come along when bonten is meeting with toman.
all because you want to see hanma.
(he wants to see you, too.)
you've been taught how to play poker, but you've never taken it as seriously as they have.
as the round goes on, rindou's eyes never leave yours, he watches like a hawk the entire time, and if you weren't so focused on winning, then you would have told him off.
on the other hand, the way hanma looks so confident and unbothered makes your blood boil. it's not that he's playing carelessly—he isn't. he plays with full concentration but at the same time doesn't look like he's putting much effort at all.
the sight of him, so well put together in his suit, hair perfectly styled, and his demeanor so calm and collected—it makes your thighs squeeze together and you feel warm heat pool inside you.
"what's goin thru that pretty little head of yours, hm?"
your eye snap up to meet his hazy, golden ones. the dim lighting of the casino makes it look like his orbs are glowing, the earring he wears glistens and swings as he moves.
"nothing," you smirk at him from across the table, "i'm just thinking of that Bentley of yours and the $250k that sits in the trunk of it."
you've never seen a man's smile drop so fast in your life. it made the smirk on your lips linger, proud of the subtle reaction he was giving you.
the hand that sits on the table tightens into a fist, and you think you see his veins through this skin.
"oh, yeah? and how would you know that i've got that much money in the back of my car?" he asks, tone neutral but his lips slightly turn up at the corners of his mouth.
you stare at your chips that are stacked on the table, each one varying with value. if you go all in—you could possibly risk losing the entire round and let hanma have his way. but even if you do play safe—you never know what kind of tricks he has up his sleeve.
and one thing that you do know, is that hanma will do anything to get what he wants.
"i guess you can say that i have my sources." you wink back at him.
as the game goes on, you notice his eyes lingering on you—tracing your body in the silky, black dress that you wear. he feels his pants become unbearably uncomfortable at the sight of you, the way your tits sit nice and pretty, the way your neck is a blank canvas all ready for him to mark up with dark bruises and love bites.
and it would all be simply his if he won this round.
mikey and some of the bonten executives are off somewhere finalizing deals and speaking to other gangs here—but rindou has not once left your side. he goes as far as placing a hand on your shoulder while you play.
"you really don't need to babysit me, y'know," you turn to him, speaking quietly enough that it's only you two that can hear, "i'll be fine alone."
rindou's brows furrow but he doesn't say anything, he's always been a little protective of you so this behavior isn't something foreign. instead, he pulls away but speaks right into your ear.
"it's not that i don't trust you," he says as his eyes flick over to hanma's, "i don't trust him."
if hanma can hear, he's definitely ignoring him.
"you can go, and i'll find you once we're done." he finally lets out, giving you a curt nod.
it's obvious he doesn't want to leave, but at the same time he wants to respect your wishes. reluctantly, rindou spares one more glare hanma's way and then slowly takes his leave.
the game goes on, and you feel your palms become even more sweatier by the second. the air feels thick, and anxiety swims through your blood.
opposite of you, hanma pulls out a cigar, lighting it, taking a long drag as he watches you.
the glowing lights create an atmosphere around the two of you that makes it seem like nobody else exists here. the world stills. it's just you, hanma, and this little game of poker.
you must be too absorbed in the game because he laughs, and you think it's the first time that you see his pearly white teeth as he throws his head back slightly, "c'mon, pretty girl, don't be so tense. this is all fun and games, right?"
you pout, mostly because you're frustrated with the way the round is going. you'd been so
sure that you made the right moves in order to be on the winning path—but then again, anyone that plays with hanma shuji should know that their fate is set in stone the second the round begins.
at some point in the round you find yourself at a disadvantage.
hanma is making moves that you'd think would be better for you — but instead it's giving him the upper hand.
your leg bounces under the table, but your face remains stoic in an effect to conceal his true effect on you.
hanma makes move after move, each one calculated precisely. he makes sure that whatever he does—it'll be in his advantage in the end.
as much as you try to counter him, you conclude that your best efforts don't compare to his natural skills. he knows too much—too many tricks, too many ways to get himself out of a situation.
you're like a puppet on a string that he controls. even if he's playing against you, it seems as if he has been pulling certain strings this whole time, jeopardizing every single one of your movements.
before you know it, the round is over. it's inevitable—you think. but now you're doubting yourself and your confidence as you register the results of the round. you stare at the chips, the cash and the drinks sprawled out on the table—and you try to recall where you went wrong but nothing comes to mind.
you sit there, shocked and unable to say anything. you've lost—but a part of you doesn't seem to be upset about that fact. yes, you could have come home with a shit ton of money and a brand new car—but you find yourself already slowly accepting your defeat.
you know you could get anything you want, anyway. but you play for the fun, you play for the thrill of it you play for the rush of adrenaline you get every time you place a chip down.
you're snapped out of your daydream when you hear hanma whistle, loud and long. he has a grin on his face that makes you scowl in return. the taste of losing is bitter in your mouth.
"i think we already knew this was going to happen, princess." he says, tone low and deep.
you sit back in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest, he follows the movement with his eyes, shamelessly eyeing your chest, "you must've cheated somewhere, y-you cant just win that easily. i've nev—"
"i've won fair and square." he cuts you off. "no need to make excuses. and for the record, no, actually, i didn't cheat."
you pinch the bridge of your nose. your palms are clenched in a tight fist under the table. hanma brings out an anger inside you that you've never even known you harbored.
he leans forward, large body towering over the table. he's close enough that if he whispers you'd be able to hear him, "i think you owe me, pretty girl."
you bite the inside of your mouth to keep yourself from saying anything, and you think you taste blood. he's not wrong, you do technically owe him something. but at the same time, you're not mad at how this round has ended.
hanma gets up from where he was sitting, dusting off his pants, and making his way over to you.
he stands looming over you, looking down as he reaches his hand out, "shall we?" he says mockingly, repeating the same words you told him earlier.
you look up at him through your lashes, and he swears he feels his dick get even harder from the sight.
"don't keep me waiting, doll," he says, a slight smile to his lips.
you give in to him, you just got a free chance to fuck Japans 2nd most dangerous criminal. the same one you've been pining after for the longest time.
you take his hand and he leads you away from the table and crowd. you catch rindou's shocked eyes as you're walking hand in hand with hanma.
“w-where are we going?” you ask in a hurry, ignoring the stares that you're getting from the onlookers.
hanma doesn't look back at you, but he keeps the grip on your hand firm, “i'm not actually taking you to the private rooms. that's where all the ugly business goes down.”
he leads you through the tables and the crowd, taking you all the way to the bathrooms that are located at the corner of the casino.
“you're fucking me in the bathroom? are you serious?”
he pauses, looks back at you but doesn't let go of your hand, “well would you rather me fuck you in front of all the other executives? have them watch as you take my cock right in front of them?”
you're shocked into silence. mouth opening and closing, but no words come out. “I—no. no i wouldn't.” you look away from his unwavering gaze, and suddenly you feel so small compared to him. “could you just hurry up?"
he chuckles, deep and gravely, “impatient, are we?”
you scowl at him, and it just makes his grin even wider.
you enter the empty bathroom, and the second the door closes he turns to you and asks, “there's still time to back out if you don't want this. it was just a silly bet and i'm not pressuring you to do this.”
you feel his hot breath as he traps you between him and the door, he's looking down at you, but you don't think you could handle meeting his eyes.
in a small voice, you tell him, “I'm sure. i-i want this.”
he brings one hand to your face, his other is placed sturdily against the door. his thumb traces over your lips and he pulls the bottom one out, keeping you from biting and playing with it.
“may i?” he almost whispers. you can't bring yourself to say anything, so you give him the green light by nodding in return.
his lips are soft when they meet yours. they move perfectly as if they were always meant to be slotted against them. he sucks and bites your lower lip and your bring your hands to grip the front of his suit—pulling him even closer to you.
his body presses on to yours, and you think you feel him everywhere. he overwhelms your senses—towering over you with his height and his broad shoulders.
his tongue slips into your mouth with no warning, exploring and swiping over yours. his hands are wandering all over you, groping and touching—and you already feel your panties starting to dampen. you can feel him everywhere around you, like he's the only thing that exists in this moment.
“fuck, you don't know how long i've wanted to do this,” he says, squeezing your ass through your dress.
“hanma,” you whisper, you don't know why you're saying his name, but he sure loves it.
you tug at the hair at the base of his nape, and it brings out a deep groan from his throat.
“fuckin’ gorgeous, you know that?”
you sigh in satisfaction when he starts kissing down the column of your neck, marking and leaving dark bruises all around the sensitive skin.
“shuji, please,” you whine, its uncomfortable how your panties are soaked at this point. your thighs rub together to ease the ache that's built in your core.
he buries is face even deeper into your neck once he hears his first name, the hold he has on the back of your thighs almost hurts from how hard he's gripping you.
“tell me what you need, use your words like a big girl.”
you feel hot heat rush up to your face, and you shy away from his gaze, “please just fuck me . .” you say quietly.
“Mm, can't hear you. you're gonna have to speak up, doll.”
he's teasing. you know he's teasing you. and you squirm in his hold, "s-shut up! can you just fuck me already?" you huff out.
his smirk deepens, like it seems that he's got you exactly where he wants you, "only 'cause you asked so nicely, princess,"
his large palms make their way to the bottom of your dress, and he looks up at you wordlessly asking for permission.
he yanks the fabric up over your waist once you nod, and sighs deeply at the sight of your bare legs. he massages your thighs and hands smooth over the skin, “you've been hiding this from me this entire time?”
you swallow the lump in your throat, “you never really payed attention to me whenever i came along to meetings a-and stuff.”
his eyes widen like he's shocked, and pulls away to look at your face, “you fuckin’ serious?”
you pause, and you meet his eyes in shock, “no, i don't know. . . i almost gave up on trying to reach you,”
“c’mere,” he says, leading you to the mirror, bending you slightly over the counter as he stands behind you.
“i would see you all the time, sitting all pretty in those little dresses of yours,” he looks at you through the mirror, moving your hair to the side, “and it would take everything inside me to keep it together.”
he kisses the back of your neck, and his arms move forward to grope your tits through the fabric, “i think i could die a happy man right now.”
you smile shyly at his words, and push your hips backwards so your ass meets the front of his slacks. you rub yourself against him, feeling his hard cock stiffen at the touch.
“shuji, what're you waiting for?”
he drops his head on your shoulder, and you hear the zipper of his slacks. soon enough, his cock is freed from the confines of his pants.
one of his hands come up to rub you through your panties, "already this wet for me?" he runs two long fingers through your wet folds, collecting the slick that continues to drip out of you.
“ah—fuck! feels so good,”
he smirks at you through the mirror, and you shudder when they run over your swollen bud. the bundle of nerves aching in need for stimulation makes you jump when he massages a certain spot.
“fuck, baby, i cant wait any longer,” he groans, holding your hips in place, “need to be inside you, now,”
you do him a favor and reach behind you where his leaking cock is, you wrap your hand around it, slowly stroking him as you angle your hips.
“c-could you—”
the air is suddenly knocked out of your lungs when he pushes inside you with no warning, you gasp as you feel the burning stretch of your walls.
“shit—slow down!”
he buries his face in your neck and starts a grueling pace, wasting no time at all. the force of his hips has you weak in the knees and if he weren't holding you so tight, you think you'd be a puddle on the floor.
“so fuckin’ perfect for me,” he bites your bare shoulder, muffling his groans.
"a-ah, shuji!"
"fuck—ive waited so long for this," he huffs out, hips snapping right back into you at an unforgiving pace, "to fuck you until you were cryin' on my cock" he laughs in your neck, the hot air tickling the hairs on your nape.
he hits a spot that has you seeing stars, your breath caught in your throat, and you try so, so hard to keep quiet, but with the way he's fucking you right now—you bet everyone loitering around near the bathrooms could hear everything.
“fuck—!” you cry out, the tears building in the corners of your eyes.
"look at you," he pants, the sheer layer of sweat glistening on his forehead, "takin' me so well, see?" he thrusts even harder, and it takes everything in you not to scream out loud in pleasure. it's just so much—but it's so fucking good.
your nails dig into his forearm where you're grabbing on, "there's no need—ah, fuck, no need to deny you want my cock, baby"
you feel the pressure tighten in your belly, and it only takes a few more thrusts before you're crying out, cumming on his cock.
“so fuckin’ warm,” he grunts, “gonna fill this pretty pussy up,”
his movements don't stop even when he spills deep inside you with a long groan, filling you all the way to the brim with his warm release.
your body falls limp over the bathroom counter, tired and all fucked-out. you feel like your world is spinning as both of you take this time to catch your breaths, basking in the afterglow.
he chuckles, breathless with a wide grin on his face, “maybe we should play more poker, huh?”
you lift your head to look at him through the mirror, “so there's a next time?” you ask playfully.
he pulls your panties up for you, smoothing out the wrinkles in your dress, “don't act like you didn't enjoy this.”
“i don't mind a next time,” you say quietly, standing up and turning around, “i was kinda hoping this wouldn't be a one-time thing.”
he smiles softly at you and cups your cheek with one large palm, “anything you want, baby.”
꒰+꒱ notes — » this piece is based on this request. hope you like it <3
꒰+꒱ synopsis —» a simple habit when done regularly becomes a part of routine. Nanami just wanted to make sure it stays that way.
Weekends were not always like these, especially after moving out to a new apartment. A place closer to your new job as well as afar from Kento’s warm embrace.
It’s been a month since you shifted and he has visited almost every weekend. On some Saturdays, he would wait for you outside the office while on others you’d find him waiting for you at the said spot. Naturally weekend dates became regular.
Yesterday was no exception but if his habit of dropping by every weekend goes on, the next step might be sooner than you’d expect.
It’s not like you didn’t want to, it’s just that you don’t want it to be impulsive, a mere heat of the moment.
And Nanami was everything but impulsive. But with you, it’s different. He is impulsive, pampered, and even childish.
Today, he was standing outside your office with an extremely bored look on his face under the umbrella.
“Did ‘toru bail on you again?”, you asked with a hint of amusement carefully jumping over the puddles. It’s still lightly raining. He exhaled a breath giving you a nod. Unlike other days, he is not chatty today.
“Here”, you extended your hand as he rolled his eyes taking the ice cream and exclaiming, “Thank you. Your Highness, how kind of you to remember my taste”
You scoffed in surprise thinking what must have gojo done to piss him off at the edge.
Even though you two were standing on the pavement of a cross-road the street felt lonely probably because everyone was busy with their own lives and no one would bother a glance at you two lovebirds.
Still, the moment his fingers brushed against yours, a wave of warmth washed over you. It’s embarrassing how you still get so flustered even after being in a relationship for almost a year.
The signal turns red, and each and every car has come to halt, few people are crossing the secluded street. The only sound you could here were of the splattering raindrops and his soft breath as lips dashed on yours.
He hates these types of actions and so do you, but for you, he is willing to bend his morals along with yours.
“Could you give me a heads-up next time? you protested as soon as he pulled away yet still so close to your face.
“Now you’re finally looking at me. he glances at the signal. It’s red to green again.
You seemed distracted.”
“That doesn’t mean you can kiss me in the middle of the street ”, your pitch was higher than usual but he didn’t falter a bit.
“You did seem to like it.”, he quipped and at the next red signal, you stomped across the street without bothering about getting wet in rain and totally walking opposite to your home. You were that furious.
But like always, he always seemed to get through to you and after a while, you were in his apartment pressed against the wall, too absorbed in him to get rid of your soaked clothes. He always knew how to tame you every time you threw a tantrum.
The next morning when you woke up, an awful headache buzzed your senses. Nanami wasn’t in bed. You looked around and noticed a used condom peeking through the hole-dustbin. You groaned in annoyance getting out of bed.
“I thought you left... for jogging...”, you uttered sitting on the counter having his only shirt on you.
“Nope, just making pancakes”
And just like that, you were back at his apartment. You looked around remembering how he dried your hair while you sat on that sofa, how he always had the geyser on since you catch a cold easily, and how he never forgot to leave messages , to put sticky notes on the fridge. Those are still there.
You walked up to the fridge and murmured, “I love your apartment” as you brushed your fingers on them.
“Our apartment”, he corrected kissing your nape. Weekends were not always like these.
BROKEN PROMISE — shinichiro breaks his promise, but it is his birthday.
shinichrio sano x f!reader | minors/blank blogs dni.
CW/TW — public-ish sex, clit stim, fingering, mutual pining to lovers, shin is tipsy, age gap, sequel to old gold, pet names, unedited. | 2k+ words.
it’s a nice night out, warm enough you can wear a skirt that shows enough to show off to shinichiro while still being about to look him in the face. only when you show up at the shop and find him pink in the cheeks, yours is the only place he seems.
even as he slurs his words slightly, and walks next to you while you approach his office in the back, his eyes don’t leave your face. and while you could admit it was disappointing, you don’t know if you had expected anything else to happen. even two beers in, and on his birthday of all days, it was just like shinichiro to continue to be chivalrous and just like you to be annoyed by that.
but now you’re sitting on his desk as he leans against it next to you, talking with his old friends and younger peers alike. all while he stares down at his phone screen, one that has a privacy protector— a damned thing that his annoying brother izana so happily gifted to him— so you can’t see exactly what it is that he’s looking at. and he hasn’t spoken once since he’d followed you through the door.
your heart sinks as inupi comes into the room and approaches you with sparkles in his eyes as he informs you that shin didn’t mention that you’d be here tonight. it’s when he walks away that the thoughts start to eat at you… did shinichiro even want you here?
“shin’..” you nudge him, only half surprised when his head doesn’t whip around with those low, pretty eyes to see what it is you want him for. “shin’,” you say again, more annoyed this time, especially when that still doesn’t get his attention.
your low patience gets the best of you as you slide off the table. it’s not worth staying, not when your face starts to burn in embarrassment from the stares you know you’ve been getting since you walked in. tears well in your once the door behind you starts to squeal signaling it’s closing. your goal with shinichiro has never been a secret amongst the men begging you, so of course, for him to flat-out ignore you isn’t something everyone is just going to turn away from.
“where you goin’?” shinichiro startles you as you’re about to push open the shop's door.
“home. i didn’t mean to be a bother.” you turn to leave again, but his hand reaches out to grab your wrist, and it doesn’t take him tugging you to force you to stop in your tracks.
“huh?” his eyebrows are creased together when you turn back towards him, dark eyes focused on you. “you’re never a bother.”
you can only shrug. was this your breaking point? after waiting years for the man to even acknowledge your feelings for him, would you give up before the deadline that he promised to reward you if you met?… are you falling out of love with shinichiro sano?
“i didn’t mean to make you feel like that.” he doesn’t pull you towards him, more so, guides you to step forward, and you do. you close in on him until you’re only an inch away from pressing your body against his.
you can smell the cigarettes he’s probably smoked with takeomi before you arrived, the lingering scent of wakasa’s raspberry ice vape, and the gross cheap beer that benkei had likely bought. and under all that, you smell shinichiro, who more than anything else, smells like home.
“it’s not your fault.” you shake your head, biting the inside of your lip as you blink up at him. you wonder if he’d be mad at you tomorrow for taking advantage of him tonight.. not that you were planning to do that, just.. if it happened.
“what can i do?” he asks and your heart squeezes at the tone he uses, the one reserved just for you. the soft speaking of his words, but the way his voice lowers the tiniest bit drives you insane and you wonder if he knows that.
“you could always kiss me.” you tease, or maybe you’re just testing your luck, or maybe you were hoping he’d just listen to you for once. if that’s the case— it works.
his lips slot against yours and it’s sloppy as best but it makes you melt into him nonetheless. your hands land on his chest, gliding across his collar bones before wrapping around his neck to pull him down deeper into the kiss. his tongue presses past your teeth and all it takes is you sucking on the muscle for him to make the most heavenly noise you’ve ever heard.
it makes you pull away with a gasp, but only enough to look shinichiro in the eyes, ones that stare back at you in a way that sends chills down your spine. “don’t tease.” you whisper, though you didn’t intend for it to sound so weak.
“‘cause that's baby's job,” he smirks, humming as he leans his head to the side, lips making contact with that sweet spot just below your jaw that has your eyes fluttering. “ain’t it?”
he hums in encouragement for you to answer while he continues pressing soft kissing down your neck, and as your fingers twist in the fabric of his t-shirt all you can think about is how happy you’ll be thanking bekei for the reeking of alcohol on shin’s breath.
“i don’t tease,” you whine out the lie, trying to keep your voice down.
he chuckles at that, dancing the two of you over to the shop's counter where he backs you into it. you’re so caught up in the euphoria of the kiss that he initiates, that you allow him to maneuver his thigh between your own. his hand starts to wander, squeezing your hips, before one rests at the small of your back and the other goes to cup your ass.
“shin—“ you gasp, and he pulls from the kiss, licking up the line of spit still connected between your lips and you let out a noise somewhere between astonishment and aroused from the sight.
“you okay?” he asks, furrowed brows as his hands tense like he’d just been caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to.
you laugh at his sudden change in demeanor, how quickly he snaps back into the sober version of himself, “‘m fine.” you respond and he relaxes against you once again.
“alright, good.“ he hums, lips moving back to meet your skin.
he attempts to lift you from where you stand to sit on the counter, only he fumbles and you land back into his chest instead. “whoops,” slowly the two of you gain footing again and he’s leaning his forehead against your own. “sorry.” his apology is sincere, as short as it is, but his voice is amused and you can’t help but giggle with him.
“you’re such a clutz.” you cup his face, bringing your lips to his where you give him a small peck before pulling away.
“but you love it.” he says back, and it’s meant as a taunt, but you nod.
“i do.” you agree.
“and i love you,” he speaks it so casually that you wonder if he wanted to feel the way your heart pounded against your chest from hearing it.
“this probably isn’t a good idea.” you start to push him away, only he doesn’t budge, only shakes his head when you say— “you’re intoxicated.”
shinichiro sucks his teeth before boosting you onto the counter, this time successfully landing you there.
“this buzz ain’t shit,” he speaks nonchalantly, squeezing the soft of your thigh before he goes back in for another kiss. it’s more passionate than before, more practiced, his hands are too for that matter. they glide across your body with a purpose, one making way under your shirt where a thumb swipes over your nipple. even through the fabric of your bra, it causes you to gasp, allowing his tongue access to explore your mouth.
your fingers find their way to him, tangling into his hair and the fabric of his shirt, tugging and gripping as much as you can without hurting him. and despite your best effort not to come off as desperate, your hips twitch towards him when his free hand starts to travel closer to the apex of your thighs. he pulls back from your mouth at the feeling, low eyes staring into yours as he reaches under your skirt and lands fingertips on your cunt. “you fuck me up more than anything else.”
“shin‘…” you sigh out, face warming from his words and a coil winding in your stomach as his fingers trace along your slit. his eyes eat up every expression of yours that they can make out in the dark room. “shin’, please don’t tease me.”
“aw baby,” he goes back in, pressing soft kisses up your cheekbone, “i won’t.” is murmured against your skin as fingertips dip past the side of your panties. fingers swiping up from your entrance to your clit where he rubs practiced shapes into your bud, “you’re so wet, angel.” there’s an edge of need to his voice and it makes you feel far too hot under what little clothes you have on.
you can only pull him back in for a kiss, though that only makes the mess between your thighs worsen, leaking out arousal by the second because of everything the man in front of you is. he presses harder against your clit, pace remaining steady until you can’t even kiss him back anymore. your grip keeps him close to you as you moan and whine his name against his lips, it takes all shinichrio can muster not to take a hand from you to palm at his aching cock. the sight of you so lost in pleasure making a heat creep down his spine.
and to fight that urge, his unoccupied hand comes from under your shirt down to meet the other between your spread thighs. without warning, he pushes two fingers into your heat—which slide in embarrassingly easy with how much slick is pooling out of you. your locked jaw falls open when fingertips prodding at your softest wall are added to the stimulation on your hard clit and you can’t be bothered to keep your voice down, losing the sense of where you are when you finally unravel.
your thighs clap around his wrist, eyes squeezing shut and as much as shinichiro wants to hear your pretty sounds he silences them the best he can by covering your mouth with his own. he continues his movements to help you ride out your high, swallowing down all your noises until they soften and you’re using a hand to push at his forearms.
“you alright, sweet girl?” he speaks softly, pulling his hands from you and reaching under the counter for the stack of clean towels to wipe his hands on.
”yeah.” you work at fixing your breathing, which still comes out in short huffs. “what happened to two years?”
“couldn’t wait as long as i thought.” he smiles as he shrugs, pushing your thighs apart again to wipe up the mess between them.
“guess you being weak to women is true, huh?” you laugh when he sighs at that.
“don’t bully me on my birthday.” he fake groans, acting as if he was annoyed, or that what you said wasn’t true. but, his next words come out softer, far more gentle as he fixes the seat of your underwear back in place. “just be my present.”
your heart skips a beat and you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “i’m hearing ‘be my girlfriend’ right now.”
“because that’s what i said,” the towel is tossed off to be forgotten about and you finally release the hold you have in his shirt when your palm becomes sweaty. “it’s gonna happen anyways…” shinichiro grabs your wrist after you wipe the hand along your shirt and brings it up to his lips, kissing it before he continues. “and you can still have all the fun you want, just be mine while you do.”
“what a dumb thing to want for your birthday,” there’s heat up to your ears and surely water starting to make its way to your eyes. “why ask for something that’s already yours?”
❥ — contents : ( saying "i love you" the first time after being together ) fluff, really soft, established relationships
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SANZU
you have sanzu all enchanted in your charm, infatuated with the way your lips move as you speak, the way your eyes shine with excitement as sweet giggles escape your mouth. and he definitely doesn't realise that he's staring at you, not until the way his name leaves your tongue reaches his ears.
he startles, eyes blinking a few times to focus back on his surroundings again. "sanzu," you breathe out, your voice feeling so sweet to him. "sorry, what were you saying?" he smiles, a rare genuine smile and every time you catch a glimpse of it, it never fails in leaving your heart fluttering as warmth rushes to your cheeks.
"just," you smile, "i love you so much," you let the words out and for a moment you think that this might not be the right time for emotional declarations of love but, it doesn't matter. because as you two sat there in the empty corner of the cafe, with soft tunes and the smell of brewing coffee filling your senses, it feels just like the day you told him how deeply in love you are with him — just the like the day you told him 'i love you' for the first time.
yet, this time it's different, you're sitting right next to each other, thighs brushing together as you yearn for each other's warmth, and so in love that you almost get lost in those crystalline mint eyes of his. "the way you look at me right now makes me wanna hold you close to my heart," he pauses, leaning down to smooth a quick kiss on your lips, "and never let go."
he sighs against your lips and your hands intertwines together so gently. "don't let go of me then, haru." he smile at that, his twin scars lifting in the process. "i won't, i promise."
HANMA
falling in love with hanma wasn't what you had expected. he was sneaky, yet so straight forward and he wanted everything his heart locked on. and he knew the moment he locked eyes with you, the gush of wind lifting your hair strands under the cherry blossoms on your graduation day — at that moment, he knew his heart wanted you but so did you.
you didn't know if it was because of his wide grin that always made your heart jump out of your ribcage, or the gentle smile he offered only towards you. but you always felt a little tug in your heart, your eyes blown wide with infatuation whenever you saw him. "what are you thinking 'bout?" hanma's deep voice rumbles beside you.
"hm? just how beautiful the moon is looking tonight," you say, which makes him laugh and you hit his arms playfully as a cheeky chuckle left your throat. he doesn't protest, only shoots closer to you, just enought to lay his head on your lap.
as you both sat on the balcony of your house, the air feels refreshing, green ivy plants swaying so gently and you are both two love birds. "you feel warm," he sighs as he nuzzled his head on your thighs. "and you're very pretty." he lets the words out as if they're fragile, with so much care as he intently watches your face morph into something that's of unexplainable bliss and comfort.
"i love you, shuji," you say, leaning down to press a kiss on his temple. it's the first time you said it after you both started dating and it feels just like the first time you said it to him, only more reassuring. "i love you more."
RAN
ran had just got out of the shower, his t-shirt sticking to his glistening skin, damp purple hair covering his eyelids, and his thin lips turning into a ginger smile as his love-filled gaze fell upon your figure that sat on the couch. it was the first time you were over at his house as his lover—a wish come true for the oldest haitani.
his smile is gentle towards you as you look up at him with your bambi eyes. "why are you staring?" you ask, a playful smile lifting your plump lips. "nothing, just," he pauses for a moment, amethyst eyes following every curve and dip of your face, every feature you own that makes you so beautiful to your boyfriend. "you look so beautiful, it makes me wanna kiss you," he gasps, almost feeling breathless when your face warms up with excitement.
"ran," and as the words leave, he's by your side, the couch dipping under his weight. your heart beats out of it's normal rhythm, and there's nothing more you want but to shower him in all the love you have in your heart. "why? do you want me to kiss you?" the words are heavy as his eyes offer a gentle sparkle — a hopeful one.
"yeah," you reply, your eyes closing halfway as his large roughly padded hands hold your jaw gingerly. "i love you, ran. i hope you know how happy i am to finally have you by my side," you whisper like its a sacred secret.
like how the rain droplets melts into the soil so eagerly, his lips meet yours and you feel a million fireworks exploding in your mind. "i love you too, and i always will," he says and his precious smile feels like a promise.
but despite the older haitani's bad reputation around japan, he's known for keeping his promises. "my angel," his lips soothe against your forehead, gifting your lips with a soft smile. and you realise that his love to you is a promise, one that he'll never break.
RINDOU
you feel the silence that etches the closure that you feel when you're with rindou. the silence is comforting, soft tunes from the radio filling your ears as you wander your gaze all over your boyfriend. it hasn't been that long since you two started dating, only a few days. and today was his day off, so even though the moon shone bright, the stars accompanying it's glow, he brought you to the beach.
the city lights reflect on the never-serene ocean, the loud banging of the waves and the cold air making you shoot closer to the warmth that emitted from rindou's body. "it feels nice," he voice softly, as if he doesn't want to ruin the beauty of the quietness. "yeah. it's nice to be able to come here with you," you offer him a smile, one that drips love like sweet honey.
his eyes are a shade like an amethyst, and you adore him so much as his lips smooth a chaste kiss on your cheekbones. "you're so beautiful. i love you so much and i want to be with you forever," he sighs, face just inches away from yours. a light pink paints his cheeks as you smile with your heart on your sleeve.
"i love you too, rin" he adores the endearnment you offer him. his heart feels safe if it's with you, and he truly believes that it belongs with you — that he belongs with you. "you make me fall in love with you all over again," his voice is raspy as his fingertips tuck a few hair strands behind your cold ears.
the night is cold, so serene but when you're with rindou, there's nothing you feel other than the soft warmth of love.
MIKEY
the first time you told manjiro that you loved him, it was raining heavily. you remember how the clouds rumbled, the raindrops were melting onto the soil, leaving the earth damp. you remember the excitement of closeness you felt when manjiro pulled you closer to him that day, just after you told him the three beautiful words — i love you.
in contrast, however, today the sky was clear with the brightest shade of blue, the sun beamed, just like your boyfriend who leaned against his bike. he's looking ahead, basking in the warmth of the sunlight, but you're looking at him, pupils melting into hearts as if you're lovesick.
"what is it?" he asks with a chuckle, finally turning to see the ginger smile you offer him.
"i love you, a lot, manjiro," you whisper into the air and it reaches his ears like a sweet melody. "that's good, isn't it? because i love you a lot too," he smiles so wide that you see the corners of his eyes creasing. you don't expect him to lean closer as your fingertips trace his cheeks, through the small faint scars that were visible on his skin.
"you're so beautiful," you gasp. and although he won't admit it out loud, he's crazy about you too. like he feels love piercing his chest whenever you smile like that, so angelically. he hums contently before pressing his warm lips on the palm of your hands. "i'll always love you, baby."
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