He/him, 00' line, Call me Liam or whatever nickname you can think of.
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Fandoms I write: Tokyo Revengers, Wind Breaker, My hero academia (Boku no hero), Kimetsu no Yaiba, Bungo Stray Dogs, Haikyuu, Jujustsu Kaisen, Attack on Titan (Shingeki no Kyojin), Blue Lock.
With the exception of Tokyo Revengers and Kimetsu no Yaiba, I have only seen the animes, take this into account for your request. I don't write for all the characters.
Things I DON'T write: Pedophilia, public sex, female reader, sexual violence, mutilation, Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping.
Things I DO write: male, trans (only fem to male) and gn reader, smut, fluff, omegaverse, hybrid universe, mpreg, I actually write a lot of things; as long as it's not on the list above, feel free to post your request. I don't limit myself to writing romantic relationships, so you can apply with any type of platonic relationship.
English is not my first language; any grammar or spelling mistakes, please let me know so I can correct them.
I am more used to writing in the third person so most posts would be in that style of narration.
Summary: Isagi and you have always been together. He loves you more than anything, but hasn’t dared to confess… yet.
English is not my first language, excuse any spelling or grammatical errors
Isagi Yoichi could scream to the four winds that he loved you. He could rehearse in front of the mirror, imagine your reaction, even dream of the moment when his hands brushed yours while he said it... but the ironic thing was that, when you were in front of him, the voice simply did not come out.
They knew each other since they were children, and every important memory I had was tinged with your presence.
"You two were born to be together," the neighbors always told them, smiling with complicity.
Isagi pretended to laugh, but inside he felt it like a truth engraved in stone.
The houses were wall to wall. As children, a knock on the window was enough to call you. From teenagers, a short message. Sometimes, not even that; you just showed up at his door with a smile.
He knew your tastes better than his own.
"Green tea again?" you had told him one afternoon, wrinkling his nose while he drank it.
"And you again with your impossible to open ramune," he replied, taking it out of your hands.
"It's not impossible! I'm just... unlucky.”
Isagi laughed, uncovering it with a quick movement.
"Yes, of course. Bad luck... or maybe you want me to always open it.”
You stuck out his tongue, but he kept the smile that was born at the thought of it.
He also knew your manias. Like that leg that bounced when you were nervous.
"Hey, calm down, you're making me dizzy," he joked once, and you just looked at him sideways, trying to stop the movement.
Or how you touched your hair when you were uncomfortable. And, above all, the way your eyes narrowed when you really smiled.
They shared passions. Soccer, for example, and admiration for Noel Noa.
"If you were a professional striker," you said one day while they were walking, "do you think you could beat Noa?"
"Obviously not..." Isagi smiled, gently pushing you by the shoulder, "but with you as a cheerleader, who knows.”
"I’m not gonna wear a skirt even as a joke!"
He burst out laughing, but deep down he thought he wouldn't mind losing all the games if that meant continuing to listen to your voice so closely.
He loved small gestures. Put an arm around your shoulders, put his foot in you to annoy you, steal a bite of your food.
"Yoichi!" you protested when he caught you off guard.
"What? You said you didn't want more” he replied with his mouth full.
Or the movies they watched every week, like My Neighbor Totoro.
"We could already recite it completely," you said one night, with a glass of milk in your hands.
"Yes, but it wouldn't be the same if we don't see it together," he replied, and you smiled without suspecting that that phrase was much further behind.
And there were those moments that he kept as treasures. The time you fell asleep on his shoulder after a whole day running through the park. Or that night when you cried because your pet had been lost and he stayed with you at the door, in silence, until dawn.
But there was also that summer, when they were already older, in which their hands began to look for you differently: not as a friend, but as someone who feared losing you.
Every time he saw you laugh with your eyes shining, I imagined what it would be like to lean over and kiss you without fear. But when the momentum grew, the weight of the "and if everything changes" stopped it.
Because Isagi knew that loving you in silence was painful... but it would be more painful to lose you for saying it.
Now, Isagi was leaning on the bicycle, in front of the convenience store, with his hands in his pockets and the fresh night air hitting his face. He hadn't planned to leave at that time, but you had appeared at the door of his room, with that expression of urgency that only meant one thing: "midnight craving."
"Come on, just five minutes," you had said, without giving him a chance to refuse. And he, although he pretended to snort, was already wearing his sneakers.
He saw you leave the store in small jumps, with a bag in your hand and a dorayaki in the other.
"Yoichi, look!" you exclaimed, waving the dorayaki in front of him. “It's a limited edition flavor!”
The yellow light of the sign illuminated your smile, and at that moment Isagi almost swore that he had fallen in love again. As if it wasn't enough to have loved you in silence forever.
With a courage that he didn't know where it came from, he decided to be a little more cheeky.
"Really? Let me try it.”
You brought the dorayaki closer to him, still chewing the piece you had bitten before. Your fingers extended towards him... but instead of taking it, Isagi gently closed his hand on your wrist.
"Yoichi?" you asked, confused.
And then he pulled you towards him. It was not a sudden move, but it was unexpected enough for the world to stop. His lips met yours in a short, warm kiss that tasted like sugar and something he had been keeping for too long.
You were motionless for the first few seconds, with your heart beating so hard that you could almost hear it. It took you a while to reciprocate, not because you didn't want to, but because you were too surprised to process what was happening.
When the kiss ended, Isagi licked his lips, with a slight blush painting his cheeks.
"Yes... it's delicious," he murmured, as if he were talking to himself. He tried to make it sound casual, but his voice had that tension that betrayed him.
You looked at him with your mouth ajar, blinking as if your brain was trying to restart.
"Y-yes..." you stambled, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. “Y-you... you just kissed me, right?”
Isagi looked away, turning on his heels as if nothing had happened, starting to walk towards the street. Inside, he was repeating how idiotic he had been a thousand and one times, but his legs kept moving as if moving away was the most logical thing.
"HEY, YOICHI!" you shouted behind him, with a mixture of indignation and nerves. “Wait, idiot! You can't kiss me and leave me like this!”
He didn't stop, and that was enough for you to run him. When you finally reached his back, you took his hand tightly and forced him to turn around.
Your eyes, shining under the dim light of the lamppost, stared at him.
"Now... explain to me what the hell that was," you said, trying to sound serious, although your voice trembled a little.
Isagi held your eyes, and for the first time in a long time, he didn't seem to want to run away.
The silence that followed was not uncomfortable; it was dense, loaded, as if every breath counted. And there, without warning, it was you who leaned over to close the distance.
The second kiss was different. He did not have the surprise of the first or the rush of someone who does not know if he will be reciprocated; this time it was slow, as if both wanted to memorize every detail: the heat of the skin, the accelerated breathing, the soft rubbing of your fingers brushing the sleeve of his sweatshirt.
Isagi held you by the wrist, just like at the beginning, but his grip became softer, almost afraid of breaking that moment. The dorayaki, forgotten in your other hand, was imprisoned between you without any of them caring.
When they finally separated, still so close that they could feel each other's warmth, you spoke first, in a lower voice than usual:
"This... does it mean something or are you going to tell me that it was only for the dorayaki?"
Isagi looked down, nervous, but then raised it again, finding your eyes.
"It means... that I'm sick of just imagining it," he confessed, with a thread of voice. “And that, if you let me, I want to keep doing it.”
The sincerity in his tone made you smile, even with your heart beating like a drum. You gave him a slight push in the chest.
"You're an idiot, Yoichi."
"I know," he replied, smiling sideways. But I'm your idiot... or not?
Your answer was to bite a little piece of the dorayaki and, without looking away, bring it closer to his lips.
"Try it." It's delicious.
Isagi accepted the bite, but before swallowing it, he leaned over to steal a third kiss from you, with the same audacity as the first.
"You're right," he whispered later, with a soft smile. “It tastes better that way.”
The rest of the way home was walking together, with their hands rubbing each other from time to time, as if that night had changed something that neither of them was willing to return to how it was before.
Warnings: MDNI, smut, use of aphrodisiacs, porn whit plot, I guess that's all.
Summary: After finishing a mission, a kind woman gave you some sweets, after eating one, you discover that in fact they were not normal sweets.
English isn't my native language, so please excuse any spelling or grammatical errors.
Giyuu didn't know exactly what you did to him, but something about you had changed him. Never before had I experienced such an intense sexual impulse, so alive, so difficult to ignore. Until then, all his energy had been focused on one thing: fighting demons.
The life of a demon slayer did not leave much room for distractions. If fifty percent of his mind was busy designing new strategies to end the creatures that threatened the world, the other fifty was reserved for the few people he considered close to his heart. Among those few people, you occupied the most important place.
You were a hashira, like him. Your breathing was based on luminous reflections and evasive movements: a fast, elegant, almost hypnotic dance, which confused your enemies before delivering an accurate blow to them. For Giyuu, that technique was not only effective, but also incredibly beautiful. There was something in the way you moved, in how the light seemed to follow you, that always managed to leave you breathless.
That afternoon, he had returned from a particularly complicated mission. They hadn't seen each other in almost two months. When you rested, he was on another mission; when he returned, you had already left. It was an exhausting cycle that both accepted as part of their duty, but it didn't stop hurting them.
That's why, when he finally had a day to go to the farm where his loved ones lived, he was almost sure that he would find you there. What he did not imagine was that, when crossing the door, he would receive the image of your totally naked body, illuminated by the dim light that filtered through the window.
On your last mission, a couple of very kind elderly people had given you a gift in gratitude for saving everyone from the demon that had attacked their people. The present consisted of a box carefully wrapped in lilac fabric, which contained several irresistible-looking desserts.
"So that you and your partner have a little relaxation," the woman told you, with a mischievous smile that you didn't know how to interpret.
In your innocence, you thought they meant spending a quiet moment together, maybe drinking tea while sharing those delicacies. You didn't suspect that the desserts hid a special ingredient, one capable of turning on the body and stirring up the senses.
The gift arrived at the perfect time. Thanks to the Kasugai crows, you knew that Giyuu was about to return home. The idea of being able to sit next to him and enjoy something sweet together filled you with a warmth difficult to describe.
But curiosity, as always, won you over. You were sitting on the floor, in front of the box, watching the perfectly made knot that secured the lilac fabric. With careful fingers, you began to undo it, feeling how the tension of the rope gradually gave way.
When you lifted the lid, a flash of bright colors filled your eyes. The desserts looked like little edible jewels. Your mouth filled with water instantly and your eyes, fascinated, ran through each piece as if they were works of art.
You took one that you thought was a mochi. You held it in front of you for a few seconds, admiring its soft texture and the light layer of sugar that covered it. Then, you gave him a generous bite. The sweet and velvety flavor exploded in your mouth, running through each of your taste buds like a warm hug.
You finished the mochi without realizing it. With some mischief, you rearranged the rest so that the empty space went unnoticed. You closed the box again and wrapped it carefully, as if it had never been opened.
Satisfied, you went back to your room and settled in the futon. The wait for Giyuu became shorter thanks to the softness that enveloped you. Little by little, the dream began to lull you, and your eyelids fell off as your breathing became slower and deeper.
You didn't know how much time passed until you opened your eyes. The first moment was confusing, but you immediately noticed something strange: a growing warmth, a persistent tingling and a sharp discomfort between the legs. Your skin seemed more sensitive, and every touch with the fabric of the futon pulled out an involuntary sigh.
You didn't understand what was happening to you, but one thing was clear: that sweet you had tasted was not just any dessert.
The heat of the room felt almost unbearable. You took off garment by garment, with slow and trembling movements, without fully understanding what you felt. Each step seemed heavy, as if the mind and body were two separate things; one part of you wanted to stop, but another could not stop wishing for it.
Your hands reached the fundoshi knot. You undid it carefully, letting the soft cotton slide down your legs. Normally you would roll it up and put it away so that it wouldn't get dirty, but now your mind was clouded, and the pleasure you felt between your legs was mixed with a delicious pain that didn't allow you to think clearly.
You were so hard... a thread of presemen escaped from your tip. A gasp escaped from your lips without you being able to contain it. Your fingers, trembling, approached slowly, groping, exploring, learning your own body for the first time in that way.
It didn't take long for you to wrap your fingers around your member, pumping without a fixed rhythm, letting yourself be guided only by the sensation. You were inexperienced; masturbation had never been part of your routine, and the few times you had had sex with Giyuu, he had always been the one who guided you, who touched you.
The pleasure intensified quickly. Small moans escaped from your lips, and your breathing became choppy. The knot inside you tightened more and more, and every movement of your fingers made it more unbearably delicious.
You were so focused on what you had between your legs that you didn't hear Giyuu's call or his steps approaching the room.
"What are you doing?"
The question was simple, but Giyuu was clearly surprised. He tried to deny the flame that suddenly lit up inside him when he sad you like this, but he couldn't.
Your eyes opened suddenly, your movements faltered for a moment, but they never stopped completely. Giyuu approached slowly, sliding his haori and part of the uniform, leaving his body in sight. The desire in his features was evident, impossible to ignore.
"Ah!" a moan escaped your lips. Giyuu's fingers wrapped around your nipple, massaging the area slowly, making your whole body arch towards him.
"Giyuu, please," your voice was full of lust. Your hips swayed in despair, your hand began to stutter, and you were about to reach orgasm.
"It's okay, honey. Finish.”
"AH!"
While you were chasing your orgasm, Giyuu finished taking off the rest of the clothes that prevented him from pleasing you. His every move increased the heat in your chest, and the rubbing of his skin made your moans multiply.
You released your member with a trembling sigh. Giyuu distributed kisses around your neck, looking for that sweet spot that made you delirious, his hot breath brushing your skin.
Taking care not to put all his weight on you, his knees rested next to your hips. I watched your flushed face, your dilated pupils and your agitated breathing. Every little movement of yours seemed to provoke an even greater desire.
He lifted his body, leaning on his legs, and his hands began to run gently over your thighs, caressing them as if he wanted to provoke you slowly, enjoying your every reaction.
"I'll make you feel good soon," his lips pronounced the promise, and his voice was a murmur that slid down your skin.
Your hips moved almost instinctively, inviting him to touch beyond, to explore, while every caress of his hands and every kiss on your neck increased your excitement to an almost unbearable point.
Your breathing became choppy. Every touch, every sigh, every gasp of Giyuu felt amplified inside you. The sensation became overwhelming, and your fingers kept moving over you, although it was not necessary; Giyuu's mere contact made you vibrate.
"Please, Giyuu," you whispered between moans, your body trembling, looking for more of him, wishing to lose yourself in pleasure.
His fingers ran through your ring of muscles with the precision of someone who knows every answer in your body. The tip of his fingers pressed gently, without forcing, waiting for your muscles to give way on their own. He introduced one first, moving it slowly, looking for that point where pleasure and comfort would meet.
The heat inside you enveloped him. Little by little, he added more, barely turning his fingers to stimulate you from the inside, dilating your entrance with patience. Every time he added a new digit, his gaze ran through your face, attentive to every gasp, to every tension in your eyebrows or your mouth.
"I'm ready, Giyuu... put it in now," you whispered, your voice broken into moans, full of urgency. The simple sound of your words made his member throb strongly.
He leaned forward, his hands wrapped around your thighs and lifted them slightly, leaving you more exposed. One of his hands went down to hold his own member, aligning it with your entrance.
Barely touching you with the tip caused both of them to let out a moan at the same time. Your walls, still tight, received him with such force that his eyelids half closed, struggling to maintain control.
"Ah... Giyuu...”
The first thrust was slow, deep, making you feel every inch as your body adapted. His breath mixed with yours, his hips moved with a measured back and forth, letting you get used to the extra stretch. His firm hands on your waist ran along the curve of your body, recognizing it as if it were a map learned from memory.
The rhythm remained slow, but each departure and return was more intense: it withdrew almost completely and then sank to the base, pulling out small involuntary moans. The sound of skin against skin filled the air, in step with the constant pounding of his agitated breathing.
His tip found your prostate again and again with an almost painful precision. The overstimulation of the aphrodisiac in your body intensified every sensation: the heat in your belly, the tingling at the base of your spine, the increasing pressure that pushed you towards the edge.
Drops of sweat began to form on Giyuu's forehead, sliding down his temples. His movements became more irregular, his control cracking.
"Giyuu! ... I'm... close!” the plea came out choppy, trembling.
Without stopping the thrusts, his free hand went down and wrapped your member. The contact, added to the deep thrusts, pulled out a louder moan, almost broken. Your body arched under his, unable to contain the discharge.
Your eyes rolled when the orgasm hit you. Hot squirts stained your belly and Giyuu's, while your insides contracted hard around him.
"Ah..." Giyuu growled, sinking to the depths before letting himself go. The thick heat filled your insides, and his breathing became an irregular gasp against your neck.
He stayed there, inside you, while his lips distributed soft kisses on your face, gradually lowering you from the climax. His member still throbbed inside you, and the silence was broken only by the agitated breaths and the odd moan that still escaped your lips.
A few eternal seconds passed before his hips separated from yours. You felt it coming out slowly, and a mixture of heat and tingling remained inside you. He didn't take long to settle down next to you, bringing a hand to your face.
"Welcome home," you whispered, with your mind already a little clearer after two orgasms.
A sideways smile appeared on his face. He leaned over and kissed you gently, a slow touch, full of affection.
"Thank you, honey," he replied, without looking away from yours, as if he wanted to record that moment in his memory.
Advertencia: MDNI, all characters are of legal age, obscenities, swearing, overstimulation, semi-public sex, dacryphilia, degradation, the reader is mentioned to have specific characteristics, Dub-con (in the endo part), Takiishi's part might sound a bit toxic, I guess that's all.
Summary: An omega who in fact does not have any of the typical characteristics of his caste, his dynamics with other characters is somewhat complicated for their friends.
I haven't read the manga, I've only seen the anime so the characters may have (specifically Endo and Chika) behaviors a little OOC, I'm based on what I understood about their personalities in wiki 😭
English is not my first language, excuse any spelling or grammatical errors
Yamato Endo
Endo was used to being humiliated; he did it for Takiishi, for the love he had for him. And then, you appeared.
You were almost the same height as him; if you were doing well, you took out about 5 centimeters more, but you were much more muscular.
He wouldn't say you make him nervous; in fact, Takiishi intimidates him more. But it was strange; your pheromones captivated him, they were not sweet, in fact it was rare that they were, because he could swear that you were an alpha.
With you he felt a little freer; he could talk to you about many things that interested him. You praised him, which was normal in his day to day, but when the compliments came from you, he felt different.
He didn't know at what point his attention stopped belonging to Takiishi and you appeared, stealing ninety percent of the space in his mind. It didn't matter what was going on; one way or another you managed to appear in it.
The way he discovered that you were an omega was not exactly the prettiest. It was not planned, in fact you never intended to tell him the truth, it was not that you wanted to lie to him or anything like that, but you were used to only being able to admire him from afar. Of course, being from Noroshi gave you certain privileges, but you still didn't feel close enough to Endo.
He came to your house by surprise after worrying too much because you hadn't shown up in two days. When he entered your apartment. The first thing he received was the smell of your crazy pheromones.
His heart shrank and he could feel his stomach falling. He was an alpha who didn’t have good control over his alpha; despite being known as a carefree person with a calm nature, when his wolf decided to make an appearance, he could not control him so easily.
When you saw him at the door of your room, you regretted having given him a key to your house. You were in heat; it is public knowledge that omegas suffer when they don’t have a partner with whom to spend this difficult season.
Endo saw you squirm in your bed, totally blushing, with natural lubricant dripping and naked.
He never imagined himself in this position; all the alphas had their respective cycles of heat, but seeing you left him speechless.
A small moan came out of your lips. "Alpha"
And his instincts came to light.
He pounced on you, his lips collided with yours, starting a fiery dance that drove you crazy. One of his hands went to the back of your neck and the other to your waist. Being careful not to place all its weight on you.
It didn't take long for him to start unbuttoning his belt so he could catch your wrists in it. His lips moved to your neck, with the sole intention of leaving marks.
His shirt left his body quickly, as did his pants. All Endo wanted was to fuck you.
He didn't care about the previous preparation, without giving you even a little warning; Endo put his member all the way down. Both let out deep moans. In some miraculous way, Endō had found your prostate in the first lunge. "Ah! There! It's there, alpha!" Your moans were the most beautiful melody Endo's ears had ever heard. So sweet, so perfect.
You both looked like wild animals; the bed grinded, the headboard hit the wall hard, your teeth left a mark on Endo's shoulder while he hid his face in the hollow of your neck.
His lips were right in your ear and with each growl they made, an electric current ran down your spine.
It didn't take long for you to reach your climax; Endo did it wonderfully. Your back arched, sweat ran through their bodies, the clash of skins created an exciting sound, added with their moans and grunts.
You felt that you were in a fantasy, product of the pain caused by being jealous alone. Endo attracted you, too much, but you knew he liked Takiishi. You didn't have a chance and you weren't willing to risk yourself and make a fool of yourself.
"Please, don't make this a dream." You whispered as the fluids flowed down your abdomen.
"Oh, love. This is far from being a dream.” Endo's provocative tone turned you on even more. His cock rammed you again; this was undoubtedly the best heat you had ever gone through.
Letting yourself be carried away by pleasure and your instincts, you let yourself be enveloped by what seemed to be an illusion, a delicious illusion.
Of course, what was the surprise you took the next morning when you had Yamato Endo himself wrapped in your arms with bite marks and scratches.
"My God..." The shock was too much, and your poor tired and stunned mind could only make you let go of those words.
Chika Takiishi
It was weird; you awakened emotions inside Takiishi that he had never felt before. For him, there were only two types of people: those who stand in his way and need to be eliminated and the people who will give him the things he wants.
But you... you were something he couldn't decipher, you were different in the whole extent of the word. When Endo brought you, he couldn't help but feel confused.
You were an alpha, that was clear to him just by smelling your pheromones, but even so he couldn't help but wonder, why were you so big? You easily took it twenty centimeters tall; with your figure you could easily hide it, you had muscles big enough to drown someone there.
If it wasn't so strong, Chika could swear that if you set your mind to it, you could bend it like a simple toothpick in half.
"He is (M/n), is very good at fighting." Endo took him out of his thoughts; he directed his cold orbs to the black-haired man.
Takiishi never thought he would get so close to you; it was a great surprise to discover that, in fact, you were an omega.
Of course it was strange for him that you disappeared for a week every two months, but he assumed that you had your own problems. He decided not to investigate further; the last thing he wanted was for someone to discover the affection he had begun to hold for you.
But your pheromones were strong, not the typical sweet smell that the other omegas had. Honestly, the news had surprised him, although he didn't complain; that you were an omega fit him like a ring on his finger, means that he could woo you without obstacles in between.
When he left Furin, he was a little surprised that you were in Noroshi (even when he couldn't help but feel a weight in his chest at the mere thought that you had decided to stay with Umemiya).
His approach happened suddenly, it doesn't have a beginning and won't have an end; your mentality and Takiishi's were similar, enough to attract the temperamental alpha even more.
And now, he had you in his bed, just as he wanted you.
Despite your large size, something Takiishi loved was the good flexibility you had; he could put you in all the positions he wanted. He could bend you and mistreat you, and you never complained.
He loved to bite your thighs, which were the softest thing in the universe, also penetrate you without rest, until you fainted, until he had stolen your last breath, until you had no more semen to take out, until your pretty little eyes had no more tears to shed, until your walls remembered every millimeter of his cock, until the footprint of his hands was marked in violet tones by the force with which he grabs you. He wants your whole body to scream that you are of his property, the smell of your mixed pheromones is not enough, nor the mark that unites you; he wants more, much more.
Your cock was in his fist, pumping again and again rudely; tears rolled down your blushing cheeks, it was an ethereal sight, small gasps escaped from your swollen and reddish lips.
"What would others think if they saw you like this? So submissive, my precious omega." Takiishi's eyes shone with adoration, like this, how could you didn’t feel on heaven?
"Looking like this, what would the rest of the idiots who idolize you think, seeing you bent so easily, begging to be touched?" The way he degraded you was addictive, it was a vicious circle that no one was willing to break.
His touch left your skin burning; you didn't know how many orgasms you had, but Takiishi had shown no signs of stopping soon. Your legs began to tremble; Takiishi's sadistic smile did not calm you down at all.
"Do you want me inside?" He loved to mock, to see your face distorted by pleasure, to give you so much that you would be stunned, too drunk to be able to think of anything other than him.
"Yes, yes, yes," your tearful voice made his cock shake, your hips swayed desperately. You knew that with tantrums you weren't going to get anything, but Takiishi made it so difficult for you.
Freeing your member from his torture, he lift and bend your legs to his liking, settling down to be able to penetrate you freely and comfortably.
Takiishi was not soft; you could count on the fingers of one hand the times you have had vanilla sex, although it's not like you were complaining.
His member made his way through your entrance; a choked moan left your lips. "Always so greedy, you love to be fucked until you get tired." "Gah!" Grabbing your hips, he began to push even harder. Your eyes rolled, his tip hit your prostate fucking well; you tried to close your legs impulsively, but Takiishi abandoned his previous grip to sink his hands into your thighs. "Are you going to cum again?" His mocking tone almost makes you let out little whimpers. "Please," you begged.
"Mmm, I don't know. You've already come many times, do you deserve another one?" You knew what it meant; Takiishi only had two options for you in terms of climax: you could cum as many times as you wanted or he would start taking you to heaven and stop at the right time.
"Please, Takiishi!" More tears came down, causing their thrusts to be faster. "For your size, you're very crybaby." Takiishi loved to make fun of you, he always loved to remind you how ironic your physique was.
"You can take it longer, right?" Poor you...
Haruka Sakura
Going out with Sakura wasn't easy. He was very shy, he didn't like to kiss or hug in public. You wouldn't be surprised if half of his friends didn't even know they were a couple.
It's not that you both kept your relationship a secret, but no one expected that the thermometer of walking affection that was Sakura and you were together.
Starting with personalities, both are very different: Sakura exalted himself easily, he couldn't stand teasing and, if he didn't like something, he complained at the first moment; you, on the other hand, were quieter, you didn't start conversations and much less claimed when something didn't suit you.
Even if Sakura didn’t say it, everyone knew that he preferred to be alone they had never seen him flirt with an omega, his pheromones were not so intense and he had never been attracted to someone.
You had only been seen surrounded by alphas and betas, and although once Nirei, Sakura and Suo saw you with a beta, you soon introduced her as your mother, who came to visit you from outside the neighborhood.
Probably, that was the only approach they had seen you have with a female besides Kotoha.
It's not that you didn't have suitors, when they did their guards, many girls, omegas and betas, approached you to ask for your number.
Sakura couldn't blame them; you were handsome, tall, muscular, you knew how to fight very well, you knew how to cook and you were attentive to your friends. In short, you would be a very good match.
It was a surprise when Umemiya said that you were going to miss the meetings for a whole week because you were sick.
The second and third years understood in an instant, but he didn't, and how was he going to know that you were an omega, if they never bothered to tell him directly.
He surprised himself, going to the store to buy you medicines and the odd sandwich to go to your apartment and give you the food he had previously bought in Pothos.
When he arrived at your house, he was stopped by Kaji, who with his typical frown sent him back to his house, after calling him an idiot for not understanding that Umemiya meant that you were in heat.
Clearly, Sakura turned totally red. He complained to Kaji claiming how difficult it was to say that you were in that season of the month, from the beginning, instead of giving that silly hint.
In addition, to ask him why he was there. "What do you mean, what am I doing here, idiot? Umemiya and I always bring clothes to (M/n) to make his nest." Kaji shouted back.
"What do you mean what nest!?" Sakura asked, getting even redder. "Oh! How stupid do you have to be not to know that omegas make a nest when they are in heat?" Kaji began to shake him by the shoulders, getting more angry with each passing second.
"How do you want me to know that he is an omega, if I could assure that he was an alpha!?" Sakura defended himself.
Kaji stopped his attack; Sakura was not the first person who confused your caste. "You're such an idiot." Without saying more, Kaji turned around and walked away from your house; Sakura didn't take long to follow in his footsteps, making sure to leave the shopping in a safe place.
"For God's sake, it means I have the opportunity to do it my omega." Sakura's thoughts made his blush intensely again.
The way he courted you was very subtle; in a few months both were a solid couple. It's not that they told anyone who crossed their path that they were now a couple. Their routines did not change; Sakura continued with Nirei and Suo while you stayed with Kaji, Enomoto and Kusumi.
You two didn't have dates, you didn't occupy your alpha's clothes, when it was your zeal you gave him your clothes to smell them and when your cycle ended you washed them so that no one suspected anything.
However, this was totally different. Tsubaki had invited all the kings, captains and sub-captains to a party in the red light district. The thing looked good. Everyone was having fun and, although some were reluctantly going, the atmosphere was pleasant.
A waiter brought drinks, claiming that they were complimentary. At the table where you were sitting he also had your respective trio of friends, in the company of Sakura's trio.
Everyone took a drink to the drink; surprisingly, it was not just any cocktail, but an aphrodisiac distinctive of the place where the party was held.
A blush adorned your cheeks, it was the first time you felt like this. Your legs closed with discomfort, your heart began to beat faster, you mentally thanked the idea of putting on a patch to hide your pheromones. You knew how dangerous the red light district was for omegas, no matter how big or how strong you were.
Your dilated pupils went to Sakura's two-colored orbs. They both knew what it meant and with a small nod, Sakura left the table, with the excuse of wanting to go to the bathroom.
After about three minutes, you told Kaji that you were going to go talk to the rest of the boys, getting away with it easily.
You weren't obvious but you didn't take so long either, the discomfort you had between your legs didn't allow you. You made sure you didn't have anyone's gaze on you, before you could go to the bathroom where Sakura was waiting.
It was not the first time you both had a sexual encounter, but it was the first time in a public place. While you were in the bathroom with bright eyes, the emotion of what you were going to do began to bubble in the pit of your stomach.
Aphrodisiacs were not good for omegas; they resembled the felling of heat, that's why you were so excited.
Sakura was leaning on the sink, moving his foot nervously, playing with his fingers. "Sorry for the delay, I didn't want us to be so obvious." You caught his attention subtly, your steps were slow, approaching shyly.
Sakura was the first to approach; his soft lips touched yours, starting the kiss with despair. His hand slipped into your pants, playing with the elastic of the boxers you were wearing.
With a slow back and forth, he began to stimulate you. Sighs of satisfaction left your lips in the middle of the intense kiss. Your hips followed his movements looking for more friction. Red monsoon invaded Sakura's face. If you look down to be able to see it, the mere sight made your orgasm reach.
"Ah" a soft moan from Sakura, he hit your lips and was also masturbating.
He stopped his movements on both members, when he also reached climax. The semen left an uncomfortable feeling of humidity. Your agitated breaths, blushing faces and crazy hearts, gave an atmosphere of intimacy.
"We must leave now, I don't want Suo or Nirei to come in and find us." Sakura took his hand out of your pants, turning around so he could wash his hands.
You agreed, you also washed your hands and let Sakura go out first, while your breathing was controlled.
Pairing: Omega! Aged up! Bachira Meguru x Alpha! Male Reader
Warnings: MDNI, smut, overstimulation, spanking, biting, swearing, Bachira complaining and noisy. I guess that's all.
Summary: Bachira went into heat, (M/n) has to be a good alpha and please his dear boyfriend.
Thanks for requesting; I hope you like it. English isn't my native language, so please excuse any spelling or grammatical errors.
I lost the original request, I hope you see this anonymous 😭
Going out with Bachira was a roller coaster; the handsome omega always had plenty of energy, jumping and dancing all the time.
He loved hugging you and jumping on your back with giggles and laughter in between; he loved cuddling you and having you spin him around while you held his waist.
It's so cliché, but Bachira wanted to experience all of that with you.
You'd been together for several years; trust was abundant between you, and the heat cycles you both went through at your respective levels were also shared at some point.
You were usually cautious about this; while you only had two cycles a year, Bachira loved accompanying you, loved scratching his back while your member repeatedly pounded his prostate.
Fortunately, you had great control over your wolf; you loved Bachira, so the last thing you wanted to do was hurt him during your heat.
However, when it came to Bachira's heat, things were totally different. Due to his wild and hyperactive nature, the days were hectic, very hectic.
You came home from work and the first thing you could notice was the pheromone surge that altered your senses. You were a doctor, which prevented you from going home for two whole days; you had only been able to text with your beloved boyfriend.
"Shit." You groaned; your body was crying out for rest, but your omega came first. Leaving your briefcase on the couch, you began to remove the first few pieces of clothing.
Bachira's whimpers soon echoed in your ears; your pheromones caused more natural lubricant to ooze from his beautiful ring of muscles that you loved so much.
You opened the door to your shared room; Your omega was in the middle of the nest he'd made while you worked.
"Oh, baby. I'm sorry I couldn't be here with you in time."
Meguru was naked; his legs were rubbing together, trying to give the slightest bit of pleasure. His beautiful, crystal-clear doe eyes looked at you as if you were a god.
"Alpha!" he gasped. "It's okay, Meg." You approached his prone body; his warm skin shivered at the contrast with your cold one.
His wrists were captured by your hands, your lips finding their way to his neck; you knew his body perfectly, so it didn't take long for you to find his sweet spot and make him make sweet sounds that animated your penis.
"I want your cock, alpha!" he cried out in ecstasy. Your other hand ran down his body, lightly squeezing his ass. Your fingers probed his entrance, making sure he was ready enough not to hurt you.
"I'm ready, I want you inside!" Bachira jerked his hips, wanting to get some more movement from you.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." You lightly slapped his ass, not intending to leave the skin bruised. Your tip slid in almost naturally, a routine you both loved and that drove Bachira crazy.
You bottomed out; both of you let out sounds of satisfaction in unison. It didn't take long for you to move; the heat from Bachira's walls was familiar and fucking arousing.
"Harder!" Bachira was a whiny Omega during his routines; sometimes he tried to set the pace, other times he even straddled you and bounced on your penis relentlessly.
You could see the shape of your penis against his beautiful abdomen; you touched his prostate with each thrust; Bachira's already stimulated body soon reached climax.
"I'm going to cum!" His reddish tip spurted jets of semen; Releasing his hands, you began pumping him, prolonging his ecstasy.
But of course, this wasn't enough for Bachira. He still had plenty of energy left; both of you were aware of it, so you quickly resumed your movements.
His nails scratched the soft skin of your back, ran over your defined muscles, and he wrapped his milky legs around your waist, seeking even more pleasure.
You enjoyed the burning sensation this caused, thrusting your hips hard, seeking your own release.
Pulling out your penis before the semen could shoot out, you squirted it over his abdomen. Having puppies wasn't yet in his short-term plans.
You sat down next to him, and Bachira was slow to sit on you and start bouncing for another orgasm. He was overstimulated, but it still wasn't enough for the greedy omega. He wanted all of you, and you wanted to please him, so you grabbed his hips and began thrusting in time with him, making him almost see stars.
You knew how to please him well; he'd only had two orgasms of the many left. The night was still young, and the joy your bodies maintained was far from over.
The clash of skin, playful bites, wet kisses, and many moans created a delicious bond between you.
Pairing: Dom! Aged up! Itoshi Rin x Male! Sub! Reader
Warnings: MDNI, smut, rude sex; it's a drabble, so probably it doesn't make sense. Also, porn with a little of trama; maybe Rin could be a little OOC; I try my best.
Summary: Rin is too angry with Sae, his only way to eliminate all the stress on his body is to fuck his cute boyfriend, who by the way, is too innocent and tender, even for his own good.
English is not my first language, please excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes.
Not my best work, sorry.
Once again, Itoshi Sae had done his thing and managed to get under Rin's skin. After the match against the U-20 team and the comments he'd made, Sae had stayed home for a few days, and, by default, Rin had too.
The sidelong glances, the grimaces of disgust, and the like soon drove the dark-haired boy to his limit.
With a slam of the door, Rin stormed out of the house; phone in hand, he quickly dialed [M/n]'s number.
The cute boy already knew how complicated the relationship between the two siblings was, and although he'd tried to understand why Sae had been so cruel to Rin, he'd never been able to find a solution.
"RIN!" [M/n] exclaimed with a smile. Rin's spirits lifted slightly; hearing his adorable boyfriend's voice was the best thing that had happened during his day.
"I'm on my way to your house. Wait for me, okay?" Rin didn't bother asking if [M/n] was available or not; he just wanted to rip the clothes off [M/n]'s cute body and fuck him until every trace of anger and Sae's annoying face disappeared from his mind. He wanted to replace the image of Sae's ugly face with [M/n]'s cute little face, tears streaming down his plump cheeks, lips red and swollen from kissing and biting, and hearing his plush voice scream his name, lost in pleasure.
Fortunately, the apartment where [M/n] lived wasn't that far from the Itoshi house, about a ten-minute walk.
"Okay! I love you!" [M/n] said goodbye, and Rin ended the call. Minutes later, the soccer player knocked on the apartment door.
He was quickly attacked by his little boyfriend, who hugged him tightly while rubbing his cheek against his chest.
"I've missed you so much! Just hearing your voice isn't enough!" Rin reciprocated the hug, taking small steps so he could close the door and start kissing his boyfriend.
"I know, baby. I've missed you too." Placing two fingers on his boyfriend's chin, Rin connected their lips, indicating with a small dance. [M/n] placed his hands on Rin's chest, deepening the kiss.
Rin's hands toyed with the hem of [M/n]'s shirt, slipping under it and touching the soft, warm skin.
"I'm a little upset, will you let me cool off with you?" Rin murmured against [M/n]'s lips.
With a small nod, [M/n] gave his consent. "Use your words, baby." Rin decided to tease him a little more before starting to undress him.
"Yes, I want to help you."
With a leap, [M/n]'s legs tangled around Rin's waist, and Rin quickly headed to the other man's room.
With wet kisses, Rin ran down [M/n]'s neck, past his collarbone, causing his to let out small gasps and moans.
Gently remembering him in bed, his clothes were beginning to become too loose and, slowly, they began to disappear.
Marks caused by Rin adorned [M/n]'s body; carefully, Rin's fingers began to stimulate the ring of muscles.
"Nngh!"
He inserted two fingers to make scissoring movements. "No matter how many times I fuck you, your cute hole is always tight," Rin groaned.
"Ah! More, I want more!" "Always so greedy, aren't you?" Pulling out his fingers, he decided to insert his member.
They moaned in unison, enjoying the sensation. "Fuck, you always squeeze me so well." [M/n] moved his hips slightly, signaling Rin to start moving.
[M/n]'s hands tried to run over Rin's body, but he was stopped and grabbed by the wrists to prevent any further movement.
Rin's thrusts became harder and more constant, drawing moans from [M/n] with each one.
"Rin!" Moving his hips, [M/n] tried to move away from Rin after feeling the knot that had begun to form in his stomach tighten.
Gripping his waist tightly, Rin forced [M/n] to hold his position. "Nngh! Ah! It's too much!"
Jets of semen flowed from the younger's reddish, stimulated member. Rin's thrusts became harder and more labored, signaling his imminent orgasm.
"I'm going to cum inside you," he groaned. A stifled scream, [M/n] felt Rin's semen paint his walls completely.
He let out a sigh, thinking it was all over. Rin, in reality, had completely different plans.
Pairing: Bonten! Sano "Mikey" Manjiro x Baby! Male! Reader
Warnings: Platonic relationship, mention of drugs, bad words (?), fluff.
Summary: Manjiro found a little abandoned baby, no matter how cold his heart is, he is not willing to abandon him when he can save him.
English is not my first language, any spelling or grammar mistakes please let me know.
He had to go talk to a potential ally; this was probably the part he hated most as the leader of Bonten.
The night was already dark, and the jerk who had turned out to be the leader of another mafia had put him in a bad mood. He preferred to walk through the busy streets of Tokyo, seeking solace there.
The rain soaked him, giving him a feeling of comfort. He ducked into an alley as a shortcut, frowning at the sound of a baby crying.
He slowly approached a cardboard box almost destroyed by raindrops. He bent down and lifted one of the box's lids; inside was a baby with a soaked blanket.
The tiny infant cried relentlessly, its eyes wide open in shock. Manjiro picked up the tiny baby and cradled it in his arms.
He ran through the streets of Tokyo; He had to get to Bonten's mansion quickly and give the little baby in his arms a good bath, because the last thing he wanted was for him to get sick and die.
He ignored the incredulous looks from the other Bonten executives who turned to him when they saw him running in, completely soaked and holding something.
He entered his room. The baby, fortunately, had stopped crying after feeling the warmth emanating from Manjiro's body.
He began filling the tub and removing the baby's few clothes so he could put him in.
"It's okay. I'll put you in for a bath, and soon you'll be warm and ready for bed." Manjiro gently rocked the baby.
The baby had large gray eyes, and the little hair that had begun to grow was the same color.
"You're very small, probably not even a year old." The baby's tiny hands played with his cheeks. Manjiro's opaque orbs glowed like they hadn't in years.
He stripped off his own clothes. He had no idea how to bathe a baby, but to avoid accidents, he was going to get in close with him so he could do it right.
Sitting the baby on his lap, he began pushing the water toward the infant's tiny body, adding the shampoo and being careful not to get the soap in his eyes.
The baby made small, happy noises; Manjiro couldn't help but wonder how he still had so much energy.
He didn't know how long he'd been abandoned in that alley, but he was sure he hadn't received any food.
"You're strange, aren't you hungry?" Holding him by the armpits, Manjiro spoke to the baby in front of him. "Ababa." Clearly, the baby wasn't responding.
He finished washing both of them and, with no clothes left for the baby, decided to improvise with one of his t-shirts.
Once the baby was dry and dressed, he settled him into his bed, with pillows around him to prevent him from falling and hurting himself.
He turned around and walked to his closet, taking out his clothes so he could get dressed. He finished putting on his shirt, and the sound of his door opening alerted him.
"Chief, is everything all right?" The voice belonged to Haruchiyo, and Manjiro was quick to open the door. "It's all right." The pink-haired man scanned the room, his eyes widening in surprise at the sight of the baby in the center of the room playing with its tiny feet.
"H-how, w-what's a baby doing here?" The shock prevented him from properly formulating the question he wanted to ask. "I found it on the street, so I brought it with me." Manjiro's answer puzzled him further.
"Just like that?" he asked. "Yes."
Manjiro turned his back on Sanzu, walking back to the baby. He took the baby in his arms, looking at it adoringly.
Sanzu's breath hitched; Manjiro's eyes shone with pure love. "Chief, will the baby be staying with you?" Manjiro glanced at Sanzu, almost warning his of the power of his words. "Of course he will. Tomorrow I'll introduce him to the others. Now go."
Sanzu left the room with clumsy steps, not daring to give the pair behind him another glance. Everything he'd fought for had been achieved by a baby in less than three hours.
And despite the anger that filled him, the baby was beautiful. Its beautiful eyes shone brighter than a thousand stars, its face was soft, and Sanzu couldn't help but feel his heart soften.
If his king had decided to keep the baby, he would now be his little prince. And he would protect him at all costs.
The next morning, by Manjiro's order, all the Bonten executives were sitting at the conference room table. "What's this for?" Akaishi asked. "Mikey was the one who ordered us here; no one knows why," Kokonoi replied.
"You don't know anything either, Sanzu?" The king was busy playing with his pink locks. "I need to get my ends trimmed soon." He muttered.
"Are you drugged, you beast?!" Rindou demanded. "Of course not! Even if you doubt it, I don't do drugs before eight!" Sanzu quickly responded. "Then answer the question!" Ran chimed in. "I don't know anything, taking care of my beautiful hair is more important!" He yelled back. "Beautiful from where? It's all burned!" "How dare you, beast, jellyfish hair!?" "You, idiot! What is wrong whit painted hair like that!?
"Calm down." Manjiro's authoritative voice kept everyone still and quiet. It would have been fine if it were just for his commanding presence.
"Aack!" "Oh?" "A-a baby?"
The executives' attention was on the baby in Manjiro's arms. "This is Sano (M/n). My son."
Screams of surprise filled the room. "Your son?!" "You got someone pregnant?!" "You kidnapped him?!" "It's a joke, right?!"
"I found him in an alley yesterday. It was raining, and I couldn't just leave him there. He's my son now, and as a result, you have to protect him." The baby played with the collar of Manjiro's shirt, oblivious to the tense atmosphere in the room.
None of the executives objected to the new order. The baby didn't even look at them; he was too focused on his father.
"Can we come closer and see him?" Kakucho asked. Manjiro nodded slowly, as if afraid of sending the baby away.
The Haitani siblings, Kokonoi, and Kakucho were the first to stand up. After sharing a knowing look, they raced to see who could get there first and, failing that, meet the baby first.
Rindou pulled Kokonoi's hair, Kakucho was pushed by Ran, Ran's ankle was pulled by a Kokonoi on the floor, and Rindou fell to the ground after tripping over his brother.
"Ack!" "Ah!" "Animal!"
Before they could continue fighting, Manjiro left the room with a frustrated sigh. "They're idiots..." he muttered.
"Ow! Get off me, Rin!" the eldest Haitani exclaimed. "It's their fault I couldn't see the baby!" "No one saw it, Kokonoi!"
Sanzu tried to hold back his laughter, being much more discreet than Mochi, who was laughing loudly at the rest of the executives on the floor.
Hi! I really loved the “Platonic! Sano "Mikey" Manjiro x Brother! Male! Reader” fic you made! I wanted to request headcannons or a scenario of Izana x Brother male reader. Izana finding out he has a younger brother(reader is younger than him by a year)from his bio parents? After reader was born, they give him to a different orphanage and he was adopted by another family. Izana finds out about his existence, after Shinichiro’s death. And maybe how Izana would treat him/interact with him(fluff if possible)? I’m sorry if this is a little too much.
HIRAMEKI
It's an idea that comes suddenly, like a flash of clarity that makes everything easier.
Pairing: Platonic! Kurokawa Izana x little brother! Male! Reader.
Warnings: (M/n)'s orphanage is a mess, bad language (?). There's no established timeline, but it's before the Kanto accident; Izana is 16 and (M/n) is 15. It starts off a bit angsty and ends in fluff. The reader is shorter than Izana.
Summary: Izana discovers his younger brother thanks to Shinichiro's death. What does he do to be with him, and how does his routine change?
English is not my first language, any spelling or grammar mistakes please let me know.
Thank you for placing your request! I hope you like it. ^^
Shinichiro's death hit him like a bucket of cold water; the last time he saw him, they fought, he even hit him and complained about things that were out of his control.
And if that weren't enough, the same day he learned of his death, an envelope arrived at his apartment. Tears escaped from his amethyst orbs. Inside was a record of some Yokohama orphanage (thankfully). At first, he didn't quite understand what it was about until he read the boy's name.
Kurokawa (M/n).
Apparently, he was his biological brother. The product of his father's second affair with the same woman who gave birth to him.
His first thought was to abandon him. He hadn't known about his existence until now, and he didn't need her. After thinking about it for a few seconds, an incredible idea appeared.
He could be for (M/n) what Shinichiro had always wanted. He could teach him everything he knew and, with luck, convince him to corrupt Mikey together.
He finished reading the record; he was a year younger than him, so he was about fifteen. He also found the orphanage where he was staying, as he wasn't old enough to leave yet and no family had shown interest in adopting him.
Without telling Kakucho about his plans, he got on his motorcycle and headed for the orphanage. He had spoken to the orphanage beforehand, because as he remembered, when he was there, people who wanted to adopt had to make an appointment.
He couldn't help but wonder what kind of security checks they had there. He asked for (M/n), making sure his brother was in the orphanage. He gave a brief explanation, indicating his interest in taking him home. The secretary didn't ask him his age, where he lived, or anything like that. He could even tell she seemed happy to be rid of the boy.
In less than half an hour, his motorcycle was parked, and he was walking to the orphanage's reception desk. He frowned as he took in his surroundings.
The paint was beginning to peel in the corners of the walls due to the dampness, stains of dirt decorated the carpet on the floor, and the few pieces of furniture were wooden and chipped and broken. A middle-aged woman sat with a mirror in her hand, her dyed blonde hair damaged and her lips painted bright red, trying to remove a piece of food stuck between her yellowed teeth. Disgust flashed across Izana's face, feeling sorry for her brother.
He cleared his throat, making his presence known. The woman gave him a critical look before speaking. "Do you need anything?" Izana let out a nasal sigh, urging patience.
"I spoke with you a little while ago. I want to meet Kurokawa (M/n)." The woman's expression quickly changed, taking on a much more "friendly" stance.
"Oh, sure! Give me a moment so I can go inform you and let you in." He left the mirror he was holding on the counter and ran out.
Izana continued looking around; his nerves were starting to get to him; he hadn't doubted his decision until now. Just at the right moment.
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(M/n)'s POV
You've been in an orphanage your whole life, you'd been to almost every city in your prefecture, you didn't last more than three months in a home, you didn't know why.
It's not like you got into mischief or anything. You actually considered yourself a calm person; you didn't like loud noises, you weren't picky about food, you didn't cause much trouble, you were quiet most of the time, and yet you always found your way back to where you started.
The children were cruel to you, making fun of you for coming back a thousand times; sometimes it was because of your unusual appearance in Japan. You knew you were Philippine, but you didn't understand what was wrong with it. You didn't bother others, yet you were still the target of ridicule.
All the orphanages you'd been to had one thing in common: they were disgusting. Some were disgusting in the way they treated the children, others in the horrible environment they lived in, and others had horrible people and a horrible environment. There was no middle ground.
Now, at fifteen, all you could wait to be of age and be able to get out of this place. Being adopted wasn't easy, but it was much harder as a teenager; you understood that. If you were an adult wanting to adopt a child, a teenager would be your last option.
You were lying in your (not at all comfortable) bed, staring at the cracks in the ceiling; your classes were over, and you didn't feel like going out and being bothered again.
The door to your room burst open, startling you in the process. "They're coming to see you. Don't mess this up. I don't want you back in my orphanage." Miss Kanami always scared you; maybe it was because of the hits she used to give you, or the yelling she always gave you, or maybe it was just habits you couldn't shake.
You didn't have time to respond when she left the room; you quickly straightened up and ran your trembling hands through your white hair.
You jumped out of bed and ran to the mirror in your room to try to get the wrinkles out of your clothes.
You cursed under your breath at your outfit: sweatpants and a loose T-shirt; just today, you had to think of wearing the worst clothes you had in your closet.
The sound of the wooden door being knocked on your face. Your nerves were on edge. What if they didn't like it? What if you came back to this place? What if they got angry at your unusual behavior?
Miss Kanami and a boy who looked just like you entered your room; your breath caught in your throat for a moment. Who was he?
"Hi, I'm Kurokawa Izana." You tilted your head, confusion etched on your face. "Hi, I guess you already know my name, but I'm Kurokawa (M/n)." You introduced yourself as well.
Awkwardness began to dance in the air; both pairs of amethyst eyes stared at each other intensely. "Are we related or something?" you dared to ask.
Izana nodded slowly; he seemed just as nervous as you. "Yes, I'm your older brother." You took a few seconds to fully understand the information; everything you'd ever wanted was right in front of you.
Suddenly, Izana was slightly pushed away by the force with which you ran to hug him. He froze, not knowing what to do.
A warm feeling spread through his chest; your head was right there, you lightly rubbed your cheek against his chest, your eyes closed.
Slowly, Izana wrapped his arms around your body, tightening the hug you'd formed a little. He rested his head on yours; like you, he closed his eyes, letting himself be carried away by the moment.
Tears pricked your eyes; you didn't want to let go of Izana, afraid of letting go and discovering it was all a dream.
"Do you want to come home with me?" Izana's question sounded silly; how could you pass up this opportunity? "Yes, please." Izana felt his heart being tugged at; the pain reflected in your beautiful eyes ached.
Just as he thought, the woman who helped him (whom you later told him was named Kanami) only made him sign a paper, and soon you were packing your few belongings into a single backpack.
You climbed onto the motorcycle, flattering Izana in the process; both of you had smiles that hadn't faded since you broke away from that hug.
You hugged his waist to keep from falling, leaning your cheek against his back. "This isn't a dream, is it?" you murmured.
Izana placed his hand on the grip you had on him, patting you lightly. He was going to be what Shinichiro couldn't be.
The nerves that had initially invaded him quickly disappeared; you captivated him from the first moment; you were so similar that he loved it.
He wanted to take care of you and love you as much as he could.
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The first person you met was Kakucho, who was waiting for Izana outside her apartment.
The two introduced themselves, and Kakucho couldn't help but be surprised after hearing the kinship they shared.
Izana showed you your new room, and the three of you began putting away your things, making the duo of friends make a mental note to go buy you some new clothes.
You were happy with the change; you had a brother who loved you, a home to come home to with joy; it seemed like a dream.
Clearly, Izana's routine underwent extreme changes. Starting with his wake-up time, Neither he nor Kakucho still went to high school, so their days started at nine or ten in the morning, but (M/n) did go to middle school.
He started at seven-thirty, and to be on time, he had to leave Izana's apartment by seven.
His phone's alarm went off, and with a groan, he slammed it off. He wriggled in his bed and closed his eyes again.
It was the same in your room: the alarm went off, you turned it off, wriggled, rolled over, and went back to sleep without a care in the world.
Both brothers were snoring with singular joy; it was Kakucho who entered the apartment and woke them up with his shouts.
Izana ran out of his room and into yours, almost falling to the floor from the speed at which he turned around.
"(M/n)! It's late!" He came in shouting. You jumped up, your hair a mess, and you covered your eyes. "Oh!"
Kakucho tried to hold back his laughter; both brothers had sleepy eyes, messy hair, and clumsy movements from sleepiness, and neither of them had the slightest idea what time it was.
"It's so late!" Izana shouted again. "Late for what?" You replied, rubbing your eye to get rid of the remaining sleep.
"For your school! It's... ten o'clock!" He paused briefly to check the time on his phone. Both of their eyes were wide open in surprise. "Fuck!" "Language!"
Both wished that little incident had been the only one they'd gone through in the first few months. But no. It definitely wasn't the only one.
One ordinary morning, Izana woke up frowning at the smell of burning that was beginning to invade her lungs.
Before he could react, you slammed his bedroom door. "Nii-san! Nii-san! Help!" You climbed onto his bed and started shaking him awake.
"What's going on?" he asked sleepily. "The stove's on fire!" Those words were enough to send him flying out of bed.
The two of you ran down the hallway, into the kitchen, and found a burning pan on the stove. "What happened?!" he asked, pouring water into the pan.
"I tried to make you breakfast, but it suddenly caught fire, and I didn't know what to do!" You kept passing him glasses of water so he could finish extinguishing the fire.
"It's okay, it's okay. Didn't you get burned?" He grabbed your hands to examine you for any injuries, letting out a sigh of relief when he saw you were unharmed.
"Sorry," you murmured, your face downcast. Izana couldn't help but compare you to a scolded puppy. "It's okay, (M/n). Let's make some breakfast, shall we?" He tried to comfort you.
The two of you started cleaning the kitchen before you could start another recipe. Fortunately, Izana was good at cooking.
Breakfast turned out well, and you were able to enjoy it amidst laughter and other mischief.
Nighttime was probably Izana's favorite time; he could relax in the comfort of his bed, maybe watch some TV, and finally fall asleep.
As for you, nighttime wasn't one of your best times; Loneliness was never your strong suit; you enjoyed Izana's company more than the darkness of your room.
You liked it; Izana, Kakucho, and you had decorated it to your liking; it was comfortable, and you loved the new things they'd bought you.
What you didn't love were the nightmares that reminded you of your time in your orphanage. The hurtful comments, even the beatings.
But there was one nightmare that had been recurring lately. In it, Izana was the protagonist.
He would come into your room and tell you to go with him somewhere, without giving you any clue as to where it might be.
You would fall asleep along the way, and when you opened your eyes, you were back in the orphanage Izana rescued you from. Miss Kanami glared at you with hatred, as did your brother.
"I want to get rid of him. I can't stand him." Izana's words were dripping with hatred. A chill ran down your spine, and you watched in pain and surprise as your brother turned around and left the orphanage. "Nii-san! Don't leave me!" you cried, waking from your sleep. Tears trickled from your eyes; you jumped out of bed and walked to Izana's room.
You opened the door slowly, wanting to see if your brother was asleep. You walked slowly to his bed, gently shaking his shoulder. "Nii-san, Nii-san," you murmured. You were embarrassed to have to go to your brother's room to get some restful sleep.
"Mmm." Izana groaned, shifting his body so he was on his side. "Nii-san," you murmured again. "What?" Izana half-opened his eyes, trying to make out your figure in the darkness.
"(M/n)?" he asked. "Can I sleep with you?" you asked softly. "What's wrong?" Izana moved aside, giving you his nonverbal consent to sleep with him.
"I had a bad dream," you whispered, playing with your fingers. "Okay, come on." He lifted the covers, and you lay down beside him.
Slowly, you settled in and shyly hugged him. Izana reciprocated, and they soon fell asleep.
The next morning, Kakucho was again the one in charge of waking them up, clearly after taking a photo to annoy Izana later.
It had been a change in routine for both boys, but honestly, neither of them minded it. They loved you from the first few days, just as you loved them.
Warnings: Bad words (?), drugs, it's a lot of fluff.
Summary: Little (M/n) finds an interesting little bag with what he thinks are sweets inside it, Bonten realizes it and you have to chase him to prevent him from eating them and ending up in a fateful accident.
English is not my first language, any spelling or grammar mistakes please let me know.
When society hears Bonten's name, fear runs through them and freezes them. It's one of the most fearsome mafias in Japan; everything was controlled by them, and nothing and no one could hide.
Clearly, they couldn't imagine them running like crazy after a little grey-haired baby with a bag of colourful pills of dubious origin.
"How can you be such an idiot!? Who the fuck would leave drugs so close at hand with a baby in the house?!" All the executives were angry at Sanzu, who had left a packet of her drugs on the corner of her nightstand, which was conveniently at (M/n)'s eye level.
"(M/n), baby! Come here!" Ran, who was the furthest ahead, was trying to convince the baby to return the bag to its rightful owner.
"Love! If you give back the pills, I'll buy you thousands of taiyakis and doriyakis!" Mikey also tried to talk.
"Cupcake! Listen to your daddy, Haru, and give me that bag!" The baby giggled and laughed with every scream his parents made.
"Grab him!" Mochi shouted after falling to the floor with one of the toys scattered across the hallway.
"Baby, we're serious; give us that damn bag!" Desperation was starting to irritate them, although the last thing they wanted was to hurt the baby; the mere thought of him eating one of those pills and dying was much worse.
(M/n) kept running as if his life depended on it. "Daddy!" the baby cried, giggling.
The mansion was enormous, and for the first time in years, the executives couldn't help but regret the house they lived in.
Takeomi had already fallen behind; the race had already exhausted him several metres ago. "Baby, give us the bag, and I promise we'll buy you everything you want!" Rindou tried to run fast but failed.
"Since when is the kid so fast?!" Kakucho exclaimed, beginning to feel fatigue creeping into his body. "Just grab him, dammit!" Kokonoi yelled.
Everything fell silent as they watched their tiny baby fall to the ground after their feet got tangled up.
"WAAAAAH!" (M/n)'s scream stunned them. His large eyes shone with tears.
The beanbag was already lying a few inches away from the baby, who was on his knees, sobbing. "DADDY! WAAAH!" All the executives rushed to pick up the baby, who quickly snuggled into Mikey's neck.
Ran patted him lightly on the back, Sanzu played with his hair, and Kokonoi and Kakucho ran to grab a toy and some ointment to calm the baby.
"It's okay, love. The pain will be gone soon," Mikey whispered. "Daddy," (M/n) babbled. "Poor thing, it's okay, cupcake." The cooing subsided.
Kokonoi arrived with Kakucho with the ointment and some bandages. Mikey turned the baby over so he could apply it to his chubby knee.
With a pout on his lips, (M/n) stared at his parents with puppy dog eyes. "And my dorayakis?"
Laughter began to bubble in their throats. "Let's get them, baby." Kakucho grabbed the baby from Mikey's arms.
Once the door lock clicked, murderous auras filled the room; beads of sweat appeared on Sanzu's face.
"I think you know exactly where you stand at this point, don't you?" Mikey's gaze was blank, as were the other executives'.
With a chill running down his spine, Sanzu had to go with the other six (Mochi and Tekeomi had already returned).
While the poor pink-haired boy was being tortured, (M/n) and Kakucho were strolling through the mall with a half-eaten doriyaki.
As many characters as you want and dont just so the ones that come of as sub guys yk?
I love ur work♡
Pairing: Various! Tokyo Revengers x Dom! Male reader.
Warnings: MDNI, Dom/Sub dynamics, all characters are of legal age, smoking, smut, Masturbation (giving and receiving), mention of food play, overstimulation, penetration, spanking, I think that's all (?)
Summary: Headcanons from the guys from Tokyo Revengers as subs.
Authors note: Thank you!! Hope you like it ^^, send another request if you want me to write another character.
English is not my first language, any spelling or grammar mistakes please let me know.
MANJIRO SANO
♡︎Sub! Mikey is spoiled. Don't think he'll be satisfied with one kiss; no, he wants a full session; he wants to remember every millimeter of your beautiful lips.
♡︎Sub! Mikey is a first-class whiner. He's constantly whining if he doesn't have your attention, making little noises to get you to look at him and kiss him.
♡︎Sub! Mikey wants to sit on your lap all day, maybe even grinding against your thigh, hiding his cute face in your neck when he's close to climax.
♡︎Sub! Mikey who doesn't want to admit that he wants to try food play, he wants to feel the delicious taste of chocolate with your sweet cum.
♡︎Sub! Mikey loves it when you play with his cute butt; he loves the marks you leave, and they cause him some pain the next day when he wants to sit down.
♡︎Sub! Mikey needs your cock at least three times a week to feel even remotely satisfied.
KEN RYUGUYI
♡︎Sub! Draken is someone who wants love; living all the time in the brothel made the act of having sex something ugly; it did not generate any attraction to do it, at least until
♡︎Sub! Draken isn't going to admit when he's in the mood, much less the first time. It all started with kisses that escalated, and suddenly, Draken was moaning softly.
♡︎Sub! Draken doesn't want rough sex; he wants kisses, caresses, and foreplay—nothing rushed.
♡︎Sub! Draken tends to hide his cute sounds; you have to take his hands off his cute mouth.
♡︎Sub! Draken doesn't want his friends to know that he's the one receiving it; he was always the person everyone feared. How could he say that he's the one biting the pillow? He clearly forgets the fact.
♡︎Sub! Draken loves feeling smaller when you're on top of him and loves when you gently clean him, cuddle him against your chest, and both of you fall into unconsciousness.
TAKEMICHI HANAGAKI
♡︎Sub Takemichi is a complainer no matter what situation or context he is in. He is a complainer.
♡︎Sub! Takemichi He keeps whining when you're pounding him relentlessly.
♡︎Sub! Takemichi wants to feel your hands on his body. Not in a perverse way, he's happy with your hand on his waist, shoulder, and hands; he just wants to feel you close!
♡︎Sub! Takemichi is in love with the way you protect him. The way your wide figure can easily hide it turns him on.
♡︎Sub! Takemichi is so cute that he'll talk to you about the whole world. Everything you do together he will tell Chifuyu with shining eyes, of course, except the times when you make him scream and touch the sky.
♡︎Sub! Takemichi enjoys gentle sex, where they look into each other's eyes, their hands intertwined, and his eyes start to half-close with a blush all the way down to their necks.
IZANA KUROKAWA
♡︎Sub! Izana is totally obsessed with you. He wants everyone to know of his possession of you. You are his, just as he is totally yours.
♡︎Sub! Izana, can't live without you. He has to kiss you every now and then; he has to feel your hands on his waist to feel safe; he has to suck you off to be satisfied.
♡︎Sub! Izana is in love with the way your cock ridges against his abdomen, loves the way it moves inside him when he bounces on your lap.
♡︎Sub! Izana wants you to bite him; he wants to bear your mark, and he wants to mark you, whether it's scratching you hard when you penetrate him, biting your neck in the mornings, or making hickeys on every inch of skin.
♡︎Sub! Izana loves to cry on your cock, loves to choke when you feel the tip of it touch the back of her throat.
♡︎Sub! Izana wants you to be his queen, even though he is the one who receives; Tenjiku must not know who commands his king.
RINDOU HAITANI
♡︎Sub! Rindou loves feeling your big hands around his sensitive tip, loves the burning that settles in his stomach after the third orgasm.
♡︎Sub! Rindou approaches like a beast hunting its prey, hugs you from behind and starts kissing your neck, with that, you already know what your cute boyfriend wants.
♡︎Sub! Rindou who turns red when you have his legs held in such a way that he feels his insides being rearranged in the most pleasurable way possible.
♡︎Sub! Rindou loves the way you take advantage of his flexibility and put him in certain positions where he can see the stars.
♡︎Sub! Rindou'll never admit to you how attractive he finds the idea of fucking people nearby; he's captivated by the idea of getting caught.
♡︎Sub! Rindou loves the nights when you put a blindfold on him and any sensation is multiplied.
♡︎Sub! Rindou absolutely love when you hug him, kiss him, give him affection, pamper him, and so on.
RAN HAITANI
♡︎Sub! Ran isn't used to being taken care of, but he doesn't really get difficult.
♡︎Sub! Ran loves it when you comb and brush his hair no matter what time of year it is; that's his favorite activity.
♡︎Sub! Ran is in love with the way you pulls his hair when he's giving you a good blowjob, and you both love the way he pulls your hair to tell you to go faster.
♡︎ Sub! Ran will give you doe eyes so you can be a little tougher on him in bed. Or he'll just take matters into his own hands and jump on your lap.
♡︎Sub! Ran loves the overstimulation you expose him to when he pisses you off. He loves it when you push him to such extremes that his eyes roll back in his head.
♡︎Sub! Ran isn't going to let you go. He prioritizes you and is obsessed with always having you by his side.
SANZU HARUCHIYO
♡︎Sub! Sanzu is simply obsessed with the idea of having drugged make-out sessions. The mere thought makes him hard.
♡︎Sub! Sanzu has a very high libido, so at any moment he'll jump on your lap, move his hips, and kiss you on the neck.
♡︎Sub! Sanzu is a masochist, which means he'll enjoy being spanked, bitten, or anything morally dubious. He'll enjoy it.
♡︎Sub! Sanzu is going to cum just from the thought of you stepping on his cock while he's jerking you off.
♡︎Sub! Sanzu really enjoys sex with you, but he'll enjoy it three times as much if you're drugged. He is a drug addict, but you can't deny that sexual experiences with him are heaven.
♡︎Sub! Sanzu loves it when you're way more sadistic than usual. He cums more easily and loves your stamina. One night of sex with you promises 6 or 7 orgasms.
hayy! Not exactly a request but do you have any thoughts for a Shuji Hanma (tokyo revenger) X male reader with some fluff?? Sorry just trying to see if people still write for this crazy guy in a good way. Please if this, doesnt make you comfortable and/or you dislike this character feel free to ignore it and have a good day! 🫶
Sweetheart
Pairing: Shuji Hanma x Male! Reader
Warnings: Smoking, mention of cigarettes.
Summary: Headcanons of Hanma as your boyfriend
Notes: Thanks for requesting! Hope you like it ^^
English is not my first language any spelling or grammar mistakes please let me know.
Hanma is madly in love with you; even though his life in the underworld brings problems, don't doubt his love. He'll talk about you to anyone he trusts.
Kisaki has already lost count of the times Hanma talks to him about his cute boyfriend with a goofy smile.
Hanma is crazy, he won't hesitate to get a tattoo that reminds him of you. He'd probably get it on his collarbone.
His kisses would be soft, he'd be afraid of hurting you; we all know his sadistic tendencies, but with you he's such a sweetheart.
If you weren't part of a gang, he'd definitely protect you even more. He knows you're a strong guy, you've shown him that on several occasions, but you're his little piece of sunshine. How could he bear the mere thought of being hurt?
He's a completely wild man when he finds out you've been hurt. It doesn't matter if it was accidental, the only marks Hanma allows to decorate your body are those of his hickeys.
Feeling down? Don't worry, Hanma is willing to have an afternoon of hugs and kisses so he can make you feel better.
Do you want to give someone a hard time? Hanma has the solution, just one call and you're done! You've never done it, but Hanma is willing to do it if it makes you happy.
If you were part of a gang, Hanma would be totally screwed then. I couldn't help but bite my lip watching you fight. Has he told you how sexy you are yet?
He would go crazy if he sees you wearing his clothes, let alone his gang uniform. You can swear his pupils are heart-shaped.
The times he comes in hurt and asks for your help, he loves to sit on your lap, caress your thighs, hips, and waist while you focus on taking care of your sloppy boyfriend.
Now, let's talk about quality time afternoons. No matter what the plan is about, he knows that if you're by his side, it's going to be perfect. I think Hanma would be one of those people who is surprisingly good at cooking, so he wouldn't hesitate to make you something to eat to show his love.
There's no shortage of walks at three in the morning because, why not?
I think Hanma would be embarrassed to ask to share things; he'd be the type to give you something, and later buy the same thing and say, "Oh wow, well, now we have something similar." As if you didn't notice.
If you were going somewhere and asked him to pick you up, he wouldn't miss the opportunity to show off; he'd somehow make his bike make even more noise, park outside the place with a bad boy face and wait for you to come out.
When you're out walking, his hand has two favorite places: your waist and your shoulder. As long as you're not holding hands.
Sleeping cuddled up is always a dilemma; I think he's a hot person, he usually sleeps without blankets and gets hot quickly. If you're a person who's always cold, you'd make a total sacrifice to not die of heat when you hug him while you sleep.
Although when he wakes up and the first thing he sees is you sleeping on his chest, he thinks you look so angelic and cute that he can't help but feel lucky to have you by his side.
Going on a date means he pays for everything; no matter when you try to get ahead of him, Hanma somehow always beats you to it.
If you don't know how to ride a motorcycle, he teaches you; surprisingly, he has great patience and explains very well, so you were able to learn quickly.
If you're a fan of some snack, Hanma will always have a few in his pocket; he never knows when you're going to crave one.
In nicknames, you're his cute boyfriend, so he'd probably call you pretty boy, honey, love. Although they're basic, Hanma says them wholeheartedly.
We all know that Hanma smokes, and one of his deepest fantasies is to pass smoke from mouth to mouth. (I KNOW IT'S TRUE!)
Speaking of PDA, he's not afraid to kiss you or hug you in the middle of the street, but he always makes sure not to make you feel uncomfortable.
I think Hanma's entire room would smell like cigarettes, so would all of his belongings. When you wear something of his, he loves the combination of your own scent with his cologne and the cigarette.
Hanma loves you deeply, he wouldn't hesitate for a single second to make that clear to you.
Pairing: Platonic! Sano "Mikey" Manjiro x Brother! Male! Reader.
Warnings: Fighting, mention of death, general angst, bad words, reader has established appearance.
Summary: After Emma's death, Toman's battle against Tenjiku is set to begin, but what happens when Takemichi and Chifuyu find the last hidden member of S62...?
English is not my first language any spelling or grammar mistakes please let me know!
Takemichi knew that neither Mikey nor Draken could go fight Tenjiku; he couldn't blame them either, they had just lost a very important loved one. But he wasn't willing to let Tenjiku win in such a way; even if he had to give his life, he would do it for Mikey and the promises he had made.
With the help of his friends, they arrived at the seventh pier of Yokohama; there was all of Tenjiku, including the bigwigs of said gang.
Takemichi was in the center, with the Toman behind him. Watching as Tenjiku began to approach them calmly.
Some members were still in the containers, watching everything. "We'll start with a vanguard fight," Izana demanded.
Takemichi had no idea what that was. But Mochizuki was more than willing to fight, although he was stopped by Shion, while the Toman gave Pehyan.
The tension between the Toman was almost palpable, but it soon turned to calm, as with a single blow, Pehyan defeated Shion.
“Why don’t you try talking instead of barking!?” he shouted. Was it going to be that easy? Maybe Toman could win. Takemichi thought.
After giving the signal, everyone began to fight; Tenjiku’s advantage was obvious: although the Toman’s skills were good, Tenjiku was stronger.
In an act of desperation, Chifuyu decided that it was better to advance with Takemichi and his friends, as reaching Izana was going to be a real challenge.
Pehyan was knocking out many members of Tenjiku; Izana, seeing that, decided to take matters into his own hands.
Pushing aside the crowd that was forming around Pehyan, he smiled mockingly. “What are you waiting for?” he said with the intention of provoking the vice-captain of the third division even more.
“The general’s head will be mine!”he shouted as he ran. However, he was knocked out by a kick from Izana, which sent him flying.
The small fights of the others stopped for a few moments due to the surprise that such an act produced.
Chifuyu decided to fight against Mochizuki, the Haitani brothers against Angry and Hakkai, Takemichi went against his childhood friend, Kakucho, Inupi went against the former captain of the fifth division, Muto, but was knocked down by Kokonoi, the person he wanted to save...
In the shadows produced by the containers, a man with semi-long blond hair watched everything with a sadistic smile.
"I just want Mikey to arrive~"he whispered with what seemed to be pleasure. He leaned his back against the container again, closed his eyes tightly and the smile on his face turned bitter. "I can't wait to destroy you, little brother~"
When he looked back out, his eyes widened slightly in surprise: all the other members of S62 were lying defeated on the ground.
He let out a growl, slammed the container in front of him, and began walking through them so he could find Izana.
He was careful not to be seen by anyone from Toman; the last thing he wanted was for a fuss to start too soon.
“Izana-kun, can I come in? Mochi, Shion, Ran, and Rin are all totally finished. At this rate, the Toman won’t take long to reach us.” His tone was strange, a mix of seriousness with seduction and mockery.
“You were supposed to go in when Mikey arrived,” Izana replied. “Oh, come on~,” (M/n) whispered.
“Hide back. If Mikey doesn’t show up, you can finish off the remains of Toman. The only way you're going to be able to get out is if this gets even more out of hand. Until then I don't want anyone to see you." Izana's gaze was intimidating, but it didn't stop (M/n).
"Mmm~" with a mocking smile and a threatening glint in his eyes, he returned to the darkness of the containers, finding the perfect hiding place to continue watching the massacre that Toman's battle against Tenjiku had become.
His attention focused on Kakucho and Takemichi; Izana's friend was beating the dyed blond to a pulp, but (M/n) had to accept that his resistance was extraordinary.
"Mikey-kun has good friends. It's a shame that everything is going to end today." he muttered.
The fight took an unexpected turn when Kisaki approached Takemichi with a gun. The blond was bleeding profusely; one of his eyes was half open, a product of the blows he received from Kakucho.
"Shit, he's crazy" (M/n) said. Takemichi's gaze did not show terror; unlike his friends, determination emanated from the blond.
"I guess it's time to intervene." Quickly, (M/n) began to climb down the containers, and once he was on solid ground, he ran towards Kisaki.
The sound of the gun scared everyone, but their surprise was greater when they saw "Mikey" grabbing the gun so that the bullet did not pierce Takemichi's skull, but his foot.
"Come on, Kisaki, don't act like a bad boy, we all know here that you are not capable of killing with a gun." Takemichi's eyes were wide open in shock, even the pain had been put aside.
"MIKEY!" he shouted. With a look of contempt, (M/n) looked at Takemichi. "Don't get false hopes up, you crying hero. I'm not Mikey" he replied harshly.
"What?" the blond whispered. From his kneeling position, he began to mutter things that (M/n) couldn't understand.
To his surprise, Takemichi stood up, with a determined look, which was directed at Kisaki; he shouted at him. "I won't give up even if I lose my life!"
Kisaki's breathing became more and more agitated; (M/n) couldn't help but mock in his mind at the childish reaction Kisaki was having.
"I'm going to kill you." The one with glasses pointed the gun at Takemichi's forehead again, but he didn't count on the blond's cunning, as he took a step to be able to join the cold metal with his warm skin.
"So what are you waiting for? It will be easy, right? Just like when you killed Emma." Takemichi murmured haltingly.
Kisaki lowered the weapon, preferring to give Takemichi a good blow that sent him flying. Akkun helped the blond to stand up. Apparently, such an act of bravery by Hanagaki had managed to motivate the rest of the defeated members of Toman.
(M/n) took the opportunity to disappear from the scene for a moment, understanding that it was not time to show off.
He watched as Takemichi ran towards Izana, being blocked by a kick from the white-haired one.
He grimaced in pain, mocking the blond. "Who do you think you are!?" Izana asked him. Takemichi stood up again, receiving the same answer: punches, kicks and more were thrown at him.
"Shit, how does he keep standing up?" he said at the same time Takemichi approached Izana.
"You're tenacious, aren't you? Unhappy." Izana growled. Another blow and more blood; it was becoming an unpleasant loop.
At the last blow, Takemichi was left with his fist raised. "You're late..." With those two words, his oulo rose above his head. "I didn't give up, so I didn't lose the fight." No one understood what was going on.
"What? What are you talking about?" Izana asked him. (M/n) began to look around for someone who could be the recipient of such words.
Laughter began to bubble in his throat. "Little brother! Hahaha!" The echo of his voice produced by the containers was almost chilling.
Mikey walked past Izana. "Step aside, I'll talk to Takemichi for a second. " He continued walking, put his hand on the opponent's hair and thanked him.
Tears began to sting Takemichi's blue eyes. The sound of a motorcycle arriving diverted (M/n)'s attention; on it were Draken and Hinata.
"What is a girl doing here?" he asked into the air.
Again, (M/n) came out of the gaps in the containers. With slow steps, he approached where Izana was.
"I guess our time has come, hasn't it?" The purple and black eyes combined, the thirst for blood surrounding them, the pleasure of revenge shared.
(M/n) looked at Mikey; they were so similar and at the same time so different. Mikey had had the support of Shinichiro, Emma, of the entire Toman; he had received the love of friends. (M/n) only had Izana, and he was fully aware that the white-haired one only used him.
He knew that Mikey had never looked for him. When he was born, his mother had already left Shinichiro with his grandfather; three years later, when he was born, he was left in an orphanage.
Shinichiro never met him, unlike Izana, who was even able to find his mother who turned out not to be his mother in the end.
Emma didn't meet him either, well, not directly. (M/n) intended to meet his sister, but never had the courage to do so and when Kisaki said it was better to kill Emma, he couldn't help but feel bad.
She was a sweet girl, at least that was what he understood when he saw her from afar. On her birthday, (M/n) brought her a flower arrangement, of which Emma never knew the sender.
With determined steps, Kurokawa and both Sano positioned themselves to fight. "Who are you?" Mikey asked him when he saw him. "I'm your dear older brother," (M/n) answered.
"I don't know you, it's impossible." Mikey was defensive, it was understandable given the situation he was in.
"But we're identical, you can't deny, Mikey." With a mocking smile, (M/n) threw a kick at Mikey, who blocked it with trouble.
"Let's fight, Mikey, show me how true that thing about the invincible Mikey is!" With that last shout, thousands of kicks and punches began to fall on the bodies of the three "brothers".
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A blond teenager watched from a distance what seemed to be an adult with three children around him, two blondes, a girl and a boy, while the other child was black-haired.
A small spark of envy appeared in his heart; he quickly recognized the four people. The older one and the two blondes were his friends; the black-haired one must be one of his friends.
They were playing in the park; the adult watched them with a smile. Apparently they were playing the princess and her two knights.
(M/n) never got to play that game, he was always alone; in the orphanage where his mother had abandoned him, all the children left him aside. At first he didn't understand why, but after escaping from the orphanage, he decided to look for his family.
Why didn't they ever go looking for him? Wasn't it worth it? Did they decide it was better to pretend he had never existed?
His ideas couldn't be more wrong; in fact, his mother always hid her pregnancy, so his birth had been secret and, therefore, his existence.
He left the place with a heavy heart; he also wanted to be part of that family, he wanted to feel loved.
He didn't notice the confused look Manjiro gave him when he saw how similar they were...
Pairing: Platonic! Shiratorizawa volleyball team x Male! Tokito! Reader.
Warnings: Bad words (?), body type description, using the word "deadpan" too many times.
Summary: The Shiratorizawa High School volleyball team was known for its great power, but one of its prodigies was too calm, even selfless...At a camp that was organized with the intention of sharing knowledge, the other teams are surprised by this prodigy.
Notes: English is not my first language, any spelling or grammar mistakes please let me know.
The Shiratorizawa team entered with an aura of power accompanying them, but what surprised them the most was seeing a boy with long black hair with mint green tips.
His mint green eyes were expressionless, and his serene face gave him an air of disinterest, but what surprised them the most was his height; he was probably the same height as Hinata, but he was still part of such a great school.
He was next to Ushijima and Tendou; on his shoulder hung the backpack where his belongings were.
Hinata tried to run towards the strange member, but the grip that Sugawara had on him prevented him from doing so.
—Kageyama, did you see him!? —Hinata asked full of emotion. He was more indignant than surprised. How had a 1.60 skinny guy managed to enter Shiratorizawa and he hadn't?
—It's good that we're all together now; If some of you don't know me, I'm coach Nekomata, from Nekoma. If you don't mind, we can have a little match so the other schools can see how their teams are doing. —Nekoma's coach was old, and (M/n) couldn't help but feel confused.
What was such a big man doing here? Was he a volleyball fanatic like coach Washijo?
All the coaches agreed and made little pieces of paper with the names of each team.
Honestly, (M/n) didn't know any of them and didn't remember any prodigies either. Well, Aoba Johsai was the exception, since the rivalry that the captain of said team had with his was strange, at least from his point of view.
He sneaked up to Semi, since he was the closest one. —Senpai, what teams are they? —he asked in a low voice.
The older man shuddered at the fright that (M/n)'s appearance produced in him. —Ah, they're Fukurodani, Inarizaki, Nekoma, Aoba Johsai, and Karasuno—he answered. With each team he named, he pointed at them so (M/n) could locate them without problems.
—Okay, thanks, Senpai. —He walked away again, waiting for them to name the teams that were going to play.
Minutes later, their coach arrived with his characteristic frown. —Get ready, it's you against Karazuno. —Without further ado, they began to warm up under Ushijima's command.
—Poor crows, we're going to bury them —Tendou mocked. —Don't be so harsh, they're just resurfacing —Reon replied.
Both teams were warming up, but the baby crows' gaze couldn't be taken off of (M/n)'s figure.
During the entire training, they couldn't find anything relevant; Although his flexibility was greater than expected, it was not something incredible, his movements even seemed weak.
The whistle blew, indicating the start of the friendly match. The players took their positions and Shiratorizawa let Karasuno make the first serve.
They received it easily and Shirabu was quick to position himself under the ball to quickly place the ball.
Ushijima's left foot soon connected with the ball and thus the first point of the match was scored. The other teams watched the match with interest.
The mysterious player who represented (M/n) was motionless, in the right corner. His mint eyes observed the trajectory of the ball; his posture was relaxed, he showed no intention of running to make a shot or to block or simply make a reception.
Surprisingly, Nishinoya managed to elevate Ushijima's shot and, taking advantage of the fact that Tendou was not in the lineup, Kageyama placed the ball to Hinata, making a quick one.
Hinata aimed at (M/n)'s position as he was confident that he wasn't going to make any move to receive.
His confidence was destroyed the moment the ball was blocked; (M/n)'s still expressionless face managed to send a shiver down the spine of the entire crow team.
His jump was incredible, and his reaction speed even more so. With a smile, Tendou cheered on (M/n) from the benches.
With both feet on the ground, Hinata watched the opponent in disbelief. The brown and green orbs came together; the tangerine felt intimidated almost instantly.
How had he guessed where Kageyama was going to aim? How did he manage to block the ball with such calmness?
(M/n) returned to his position, giving a small nod in response to the praise he was receiving from his team.
Ignoring the surprised faces and some gaping mouths from all the other spectators. The whistle blew again, confirming the point in favor of the eagles.
It was Shiratorizawa's turn to serve and, to Karasuno's nervousness, the person who had just blocked Hinata was the next to serve.
A small flame of hope flickered in their hearts; (M/n) couldn't be good at everything, right?
Of course he could; after all, Shiratorizawa was one of the most powerful teams in the prefecture.
The ball was in (M/n)'s small hand, he took a few steps back, bounced the ball four times and held it in front of him.
When the whistle reached his ears, the ball was thrown upwards; (M/n)'s movements were very fast, impossible to capture.
The sound of the ball crashing against the ground was the only proof of the powerful serve that (M/n) had made.
—What the hell!?
—When did he hit the ball!?
Although surprise had invaded everyone present (except for his team), (M/n)'s face remained unperturbed.
A ball fell into his hands again; he turned it in his hands at the same time that he walked to the same place where he had served.
—I'm going to receive it! —Nishinoya shouted with an almost palpable determination. —Oh, I wouldn't be so sure —Tendou answered upon hearing Nishinoya.
The ball rose again, with the gaze of more than fifty people on it. (M/n) ran after the ball and hit it with the palm of his hand.
The movements were fast; The ease and delicacy with which he performed them made it seem like he had performed them millions of times.
The surprise increased in the spectators; the force with which the ball hit the ground did not correspond to (M/n)'s physique.
His body was slender, he looked like the uniform was going to eat him up because it was so big, he had arms that looked like spaghetti (according to Oikawa's kind review), and from his expression, it seemed like he didn't care about volleyball.
But even so, the strength, speed, technique and skill were undeniable and above all powerful. The whistle declared the point for Shiratorizawa, since Nishinoya failed to lift the ball.
The tension was beginning to be felt on the shoulders of the crows team; Shiratorizawa was already at set point.
"Give them a calmer serve," Shirabu murmured. (M/n) turned his gaze towards Ushijima, seeking the approval of his captain.
With a small nod, (M/n) heeded Shirabu's request and made a simple serve.
Even so, Karazuno had trouble receiving it. With Daichi's shouts for the reception he made to be covered being answered by Asahi, Kageyama took possession of the ball again; his gaze fell on (M/n)'s position, he showed no intention of moving, and his gaze was fixed on the ground.
"I'm going to do a feint," Kageyama thought. Hinata had already started running, which would be the perfect decoy for his "plan."
The setters of the other teams who were watching managed to pick up on the small signals that Kageyama gave, even if they were very discreet; they trusted that Shirabu or some other member of Shiratorizawa would not be able to pick up on said signals due to the heat of the intense game.
Like a blur, (M/n) moved closer to block the ball; soon, both of them entered into a battle of strength.
The power that (M/n) exerted on the ball was greater than Kageyama could handle, and with a frustrated sound from the crow, the victory of the first set went to Shiratorizawa.
“The little guy has great power,” Atsumu said. “What if we take him to Inarizaki?” he asked in the air, receiving murderous glances from the eagles who managed to hear him.
They started the second set. (M/n) was now in the center of the first row, his face just as expressionless, without a single drop of sweat on it.
The ball went back and forth from each side of the court; the points were going in favor of Shiratorizawa, Karasuno no longer knew what else to do to be able to collect more points.
With frustration, Hinata decided to spike only in the direction of (M/n), trusting that at some point he would have to tire and they would start to fail, giving them the opportunity to win.
He shared his great ideas with Kageyama, who, although he was not very sure, decided to support the idea, since they no longer had much to lose.
Every shot was blocked or received perfectly, but the first-year duo of crows' spirits rose to heaven as they saw one of the many shots they had tried to score finally succeed.
They watched (M/n)'s reaction; in fact, everyone was watching him at that moment, as they wanted to see something more than the typical face of disinterest (misinterpreted), but his reaction was the same.
His mint green eyes followed the ball that rolled slower and slower, without a hint of frustration at seeing that he failed to reach the ball or something like that.
With the same expressionless face, (M/n) turned around and walked back to his position. Anger grew in Kageyama; while his team was giving it their all, this kid didn't even bother to pretend to fight.
He clenched his jaw, as an attempt to calm his anger. "It seems that the effect that (M/n)-chan has on the setters is always the same," Oikawa said mockingly.
It was true, Karasuno's first-year setter had had the same reaction as Seijoh, Fukurodani, Inarizaki, and even Shirabu and Semi when they played matches between the team.
"As long as I don't go to the same extreme as you, the reactions don't matter," Iwaizumi replied. "Ack!" "I already told you that was a mistake and I deeply regret it!" he defended himself.
On the crows' side, the afternoon Kageyama was beginning to affect all the other players. "Don't let this affect you, Kageyama-kun!" "We can beat them!" Sugawara spoke, trying to cheer up his kohai.
"Kageyama! Give me all the balls! I'll make him give us some reaction!" Hinata shouted. This brought comfort to the team; no matter how the match progressed, Hinata was always willing to try harder.
“You heard me, give it your all,” Keishin said. With that, the players returned to their positions; Shiratorizawa’s lineup had changed: Tendou was in the front row while (M/n) was in the back.
“Are you in a new mood now?” “Too bad, we’re going to crush you,” the red-headed third-year mocked.
“Tendou.”
Ushijima was the one to stop his mockery; with one last smirk, Tendou turned to look at his captain. “I’m just defending (M/n)-chan, Wakatoshi-kun.” (M/n)’s gaze went to the red-head.
“I’m sure (M/n)-kun doesn’t mind what’s going on at all,” the captain replied. Both third-years’ attention went to the mysterious first-year.
Although he kept his expressionless face, Tendou and Ushijima understood that it was true that he didn't care about the other team's comments and/or actions.
Yamaguchi came in as a pinch-server. Out of nerves, the ball headed to (M/n), who didn't have much trouble getting into position to receive the ball.
The screams of the entire gym began after the ball fell before it reached (M/n)'s arms.
—YES!
—VERY GOOD, YAMAGUCHI-KUN!
Another ball was handed to Tadashi; repeating his movements and hoping for the result to be the same, he hit the ball.
But unfortunately, he put too much force into the hit, waiting for Shiratorizawa to let go of the ball; he was surprised to see that (M/n) had run to receive it.
The skill with which he manipulated the ball gave the impression that it was going where (M/n) wanted it to go.
Shirabu placed the ball, but there was no one to shoot, or at least that's what Karasuno thought. They watched as the quick attack that had begun to represent Karazuno's monster duo was executed by (M/n); the difference was that he had looked for a place that was not in the range of the other players.
With that last play, the game ended, declaring Shiratorizawa's victory.
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After Karasuno's embarrassing defeat, the other teams dedicated themselves to training and occasionally playing other games. Their schedules were tight, as they got up at seven in the morning, had a small breakfast, started training at around seven thirty, rested at two, ate, had a game and the rest was free time.
However, Shiratorizawa had a different training regimen: they would go out for a run at five in the morning and train from seven to three; they would eat and watch whatever match was on. Once they were done, they would train again until seven; thus, they finally had free time.
Thanks to the camp, various teams of setters, captains, aces, liberos, etc. had been formed.
The setter team was finishing training their positions; they had agreed to share their knowledge after each training. Even Kenma, Shirabu, and Semi had agreed to participate in said training.
—Semi-san, I have a question about a certain member of your team. —Sugawara broke the silence. —About who? —answered the other platinum.
—(M/n)-kun is very calm, I would dare say disinterested, but his talent in volleyball is surprising. —The attention of the other setters soon fell on the conversation.
—He is a good boy, he is dedicated and, although he has natural talent, he has practiced very hard to get where he is. I know that he seems disinterested, but he has a great passion for the sport. Just as Semi finished speaking, they passed by one of the gyms that were in the place where they were staying.
The sounds of shoes squeaking against the floor and the ball hitting the ground caught their attention; the other sub-teams had already finished training, so they did not know who it could be.
Inside the gym, (M/n) had just jumped to do a jump with a floating serve, for the first time in all their time in the camp; they saw him a little more agitated and with sweat running down his face.
They saw him walk towards the ball cart, grab one, throw it in the air and run after it to receive it skidding on the ground, stand up quickly and continue hitting the ball.
A gasp of surprise came out in unison when they saw how (M/n) fell to the ground after his ankle was bent.
Although the setters outside of Shiratorizawa wanted to help him, they were stopped by Shirabu. —Don't intervene, (M/n)-san is very hard with his training.
At the same time, the black-haired man stood up, threw the ball again and made another serve. —Semi-senpai, Shirabu-senpai, could someone throw me some balls to finish? —asked (M/n). His voice was serious, though it wasn't as thick as they expected.
“Hey! (M/n)!” Kageyama shouted. (M/n)'s gaze went to the blue-haired boy, waiting for him to speak. “Why do you play volleyball?” Kageyama asked.
“Why should I answer you?” “I don't know you, you're just another player,” (M/n) replied defensively.
“Come on, (M/n)-chan, I'm wondering the same thing too,” Oikawa added with a playful smile. “I don't even remember their names.” “If it's not for something important, don't talk to me.” Without waiting for an answer from his setters, (M/n) turned around to pick up all the balls that were lying around and go take a shower.
But the question still lingered in his mind. Why did he play volleyball? His memories were shrouded in a fog; his first clear memory was of him training until his legs failed. I didn't know why, but volleyball has been around since the beginning.
Why would I give up something I was good at? I didn't know why I played volleyball, maybe I had made a promise, maybe it was just a coincidence...
Pairing: Sano Brothers (More Izana) x Male! Big brother! reader
Warnings: Angst, Death, violence, I don't know if it counts as a warning but mention of cigarettes.
Summary: You are the older brother, what happens when Shinichiro dies and you were unfortunately in the foreground?
English is not my first language, any spelling or grammar mistakes please let me know!
You could consider yourself a lucky person; although your first memories had not been the nicest, you could still say that you were satisfied with the direction your life had taken.
You were the oldest of four siblings, but you only lived with three of them. You loved them all; you loved the moments when you would leave work early to run to Shinichiro's workshop and be able to talk about the course of the day.
Izana was a little more difficult; he was distrustful, but he was happy to have two great older brothers. You enjoyed the afternoons when you went out, and there were sometimes when you invited Kakucho, Izana's best friend.
Also, when you got paid, you would go to the convenience store and buy several doriyakis for Manjiro, or Mikey, as he wanted everyone to call him since Emma came into their lives.
Oh, Emma, you loved the times when your little sister would come and ask for help to comb her hair.
But if there was one thing you loved more than all of this, it was when everyone (except Izana) would get together to watch some silly movie on TV.
It didn't matter what movie he chose; you were happy seeing the soft smiles your brothers had on their faces.
Mikey had a group of friends that he often met at the park in what they called "gang meetings."
You knew Keisuke from before thanks to your grandfather's dojo, as his mother had insisted on putting him in some activity in the afternoon to control her hyperactive son.
Sometimes, you helped him study, as he was easily distracted and didn't understand things later.
With a smile, you left work; today was one of those days where your schedule allowed you to leave earlier than usual.
You got on the bus bound for Shinichiro's motorcycle shop; you had the idea of being able to plan Mikey's party well, since his birthday was tomorrow.
You were lucky because you found a place to sit on the bus, watching the road with the smile still plastered on your face.
However, throughout the day you felt a sense of discomfort; you didn't know exactly what it was due to; it was more like a feeling that something bad was going to happen, but you ignored the feeling.
Nothing could go wrong now, not with your younger brother's birthday so close, nor with your boss promising you a well-deserved promotion.
Minutes later, you arrived at your destination, changed a bit, and found your brother fixing another motorcycle with a cigarette between his lips.
"Hello, hello, how's everything going, Shin?" You announced your arrival in a soft voice. It was rare for Shinichiro to be alone; normally he was accompanied by Takeomi, but now it wasn't important.
Shinichiro stopped his movements so he could take the cigarette out of his mouth and answer you. "Hello, Nii-san, everything was fine around here. How was work today?" You moved to the counter, setting down your belongings gently.
"Everything was fine today, Shin" you replied with a smile. You sat next to Shinichiro, looking closely at the motorcycle your brother was fixing.
“You’re doing a good job,” you praised him while putting a hand on his hair. Something your brothers shared was the eternal love they had for your pats on the head; they didn’t understand it, but it felt different than when someone else gave them one.
“Nii-san, do you know what you’re going to give Mikey?” Shinichiro asked, changing the subject of the quiet conversation they had shared.
“Well, I’m sure of one thing: surpassing your gift is going to be very difficult, Shin,” you joked lightly.
Both of them got up from the somewhat uncomfortable position; the motorcycle Shinichiro was fixing was Mikey’s next CB250.
It was already late; they were going to put away all the tools they had used. Although Shinichiro’s original idea was to throw away all the tools and go back home, you didn’t allow him to do such an atrocity. How could you let your brother leave the room in total disarray?
Reluctantly, both of you stayed to tidy up the place until the sound of something breaking alerted you.
You were going to leave first, but Shinichiro got there first. The store was already dark since they were already leaving.
—Is that you, Keisuke?
—Kazutora, no!
It was the last thing you heard before a loud bang. You ran out, scared by what had happened with your brother and the one who seemed to be Keisuke.
With horror, you watched the scene unfolding in front of you. A metal bar hung from Kazutora's arm; horror was reflected on Baji's face, and, as if that weren't enough, a pool of blood surrounded Shinichiro's prone body.
"Shinichiro!" you screamed, full of terror. You no longer remember well what happened next; you know they called an ambulance, the police also arrived, and soon a crowd had formed.
You were still in shock; Shinichiro's blood painted your hands and clothes. You left at the same time that the police handcuffed Keisuke and Kazutora.
Baji cried and asked for your forgiveness, but Kazutora repeated like a mantra, "It's Mikey's fault."
You remember hearing Manjiro's screams asking for an explanation, but you were not in a condition to give him an adequate answer.
They took you to the police because your testimony was essential to know what sentence would be given to Kazutora.
But you could not say much; you only remembered the image of Shinichiro bathed in his own blood, lying without moving a single muscle.
How had all this happened? At what point had your paradise become this?
You just wanted your brother back. You wanted to wake up from this horrible nightmare, open your eyes, and find your siblings in the dining room, probably arguing about what breakfast they were going to make.
You wanted to go back to those good times…
Después de esa fatídica noche, nada volvió a ser igual para la alegre familia Sano. Se distanciaron más, su vida giraba en torno a seguir trabajando, y pronto las actividades de sus hermanos quedaron relegadas a un segundo plano.
Fue doloroso para tus dos hermanos restantes, ya que también te distanciaste de Izana.
En una sola noche, la familia Sano había perdido a dos de sus pilares…
Pairing: Dom! Time Skip! Akaashi Keiji x Sub! Amab!Male! Reader
Warning: MDNI, Dom/Sub dynamics, consensual sex, masturbation, orgasm denial, overstimulation, pet names, jealous! Akaashi, a bit of a reader with a brat attitude, Akaashi calls M/n his pet once.
Summary: M/n wants a good fuck so he decides to make him beloved boyfriend, Akaashi, jealous. In the end, things don't go the way he wanted.
Notes: English is not my first language, this is my first post, I hope you enjoy it, let me know if there are any mistakes!
(M/n) knew what he was exposing himself to. He had decided to tease his beloved boyfriend, Akaashi, a little, with the intention of getting a good fuck later; of course, he hadn't planned on Keiji not being in the best mood.
"Akaashi!" Bokuto shouted upon seeing his best friend from high school. "Bokuto-san," he replied with a small smile.
"Ne, (M/n)-san!" Komi exclaimed upon seeing Akaashi's partner. "Komi-san, how have you been!?" (M/n) said happily.
The couple separated to greet their classmates in a different order. Akaashi didn't miss how close he was to his other friends.
He didn't consider himself a jealous person; actually, he was quite relaxed in that area, but after the provocations he received in his boyfriend's car practically begging to be fucked, they had caused something inside him.
The hours passed, and Keiji's gaze never left (M/n)'s, and the aforementioned provocations didn't stop either.
"It was nice to see you again, Bokuto-san!" (M/n) exclaimed. The night had come to an end, and just for those few seconds, his pleas were stopped.
"See you later, guys!"
"We must repeat this!"
"Take care of yourselves!"
They all said goodbye, shared numbers that had been lost over the years, and the most anticipated moment for (M/n) had finally arrived.
The couple got into their car, lust beginning to rise through their systems. "It was fun for you, wasn't it? Acting like a needy person for attention. I hope you know well what awaits you." Akaashi said.
A shiver ran down (M/n)'s spine; he couldn't deny the excitement he felt at his boyfriend's tone of voice.
But he could still be a little more cynical. He knew that Keiji's actions would only become more pleasurable for him in the near future.
How wrong he was.
He was now tied by the wrists, completely naked, his back hitting his boyfriend's broad chest.
His legs were tangled, with Akaashi's being the only impediment to being able to fully extend them.
His poor tip was dripping cum in abundance; he was incredibly hard, and Akaashi did nothing but mock him.
Sometimes he would have a small back-and-forth motion, which increased in speed as the seconds passed; however, just when his legs began to tremble, his breathing began to accelerate, and his moans became louder, Akaashi stopped his movements.
He ignored the tears that fell from his pretty eyes; whimpers came out of his plump lips, and Akaashi only caressed his body.
"I'm sorry! I’m going to be a good boy! Let me cum!” (M/n) screamed. It was the fifth ruined orgasm.
“Let me think about it,” the older man murmured, his finger starting to play with his glans.
“Ah!”
“Okay, if you promise to be a good pet, I could let you cum,” Akaashi said, and (M/n) could almost feel himself reaching the sky with his caresses.
The calloused hand wrapped around his penis just below the tip while his other hand rubbed it in a circle quickly.
His legs shook again. “Ah! I’m close!” he stuttered with ecstasy running through his veins.
“Do it, you pretty thing.” Once his brain registered the words, his semen shot out. “Ah! Ah!” moans and gasps came out of his mouth.
Believing this was the end of their intense session, Akaashi's hand continued its movements.
His eyes rolled back, the overstimulation the perfect amount of pleasure and pain, but he couldn't ignore the discomfort that the black-haired man's continuous touches caused.
"Oh, but didn't you want to cum? I'm just pleasing my cute pet." He mocked.
(M/n) continued to cry. "Sir, it's too much! Ah!"he moaned. His pleas fell on deaf ears as Akaashi's hands continued to play with his member mercilessly.
"I'm going to cum!"
With his cry, another round of sperm shot out. "Just one more, baby." Akaashi murmured in his ear.
(M/n) let out a moan; he knew what that "one more" meant...
