18+ MDNI, Bonten!Mikey, brat reader, HardDom Mikey, punishment, choking, spanking, he's like MEAN. and really really angry. Possessive!Mikey. There's a creep but Mikey breaks his wrist before he touches you.
THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS SINCE SEPTEMBER OF 2023. I AM FREEING IT.
When Mikey punished you for misbehaving, it actually set you straight for a good few months. You didn't act out often because his punishments, while they turned you on and made you whimper.... were just the fucking worst. His spanks were painful. But that should be a no brainer.
What did you expect from a leader of a criminal organisation?
And normally, just him being him was enough for people to be scared. But, you didn't have that survival instinct in you to fear him. You're certain he would never hurt you. Why?
Because you're cute.
Weak argument but its been 3 years and he kept you around.
Did he voice his love for you? No.
Did you believe that he loved you? You sometimes had your doubts up until he rested his cheek on your chest and fell asleep. Or he ate you out like he's insatiable.
You got ansty at times, believed the lies in your head that said that Mikey didn't care about you enough. That he was bored of you. That no matter what you do, he wouldn't bat an eye---
This lead to you doing something stupid to get his attention, like what you were about to do.
Now, clubs weren't your thing...they never were. The most you really did in them was sit next to Mikey when he had a meeting in one of the clubs bonten ran. And you're pretty sure he's in at the moment. So you decided to doll up for the night, making a very deliberate effort to cover up the bonten tattoo that sat in the middle of your chest. It acted like a mark that signalled a very clear sign of "stay away, she belongs to someone dangerous". And you always wore low cut dresses and shirts when you did have to enter these clubs, as a surefire way that no one messed with you. It was a rule set by Mikey, a layer of protection over you when you were in his domain.
So you coming into one of Bonten's clubs with a dress that covered your tattoo, was already a beacon that would get his attention.
Look, you weren't planning on going up to a guy and flirting with him. That's an immediate death sentence for him. And a lot of people, the regulars and staff, knew who you were without the tattoo. So your plan was to just go and sit at the bar, order a drink that was always on the house and wait for a staff member to notify him of your presence. What would you do with his attention on you? What would it prove? You weren't really sure, maybe you just needed attention and wanted to be brat about it.
It wasn't like you did anything wrong, you came and ordered a drink with a tattoo covered. There wasn't gonna be any major consequences to your decision. The bartender probably already informed someone and Mikey would come get you any second-
"Hey there."
You didn't expect a drunken fool with bad breath and an ugly sneer to actually come and flirt with you. He even offered to buy you a drink and rather than saying 'do you think I ever have to pay?', you put your chin on your palm and watch him try to impress you.
"What's a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this? You know they're a lot of bad men out here."
"Oh?"
"Yup, don't you think it's better if I took you home and kept you safe?" His eyes darted at your lips and lingered. You wanted to snort so bad.
Now, you were a bit annoyed because no one had come and pulled you towards the back of the club where you knew Mikey sat. The air was tense near the area and you even peaked to see his white hair.
He didn't keep you near him or tell you off for keeping your tattoo hidden. Ran didn't even come to tell you that "fucking around with the boss like that will bite you in the ass".
Stubborn. Impulsive. Touch starved. It made sense you were those things if you decided to be with someone like Mikey.
And so your normally Introverted, quiet self decided to make your eyes doe like and flicker at his gross greasy lips. You tried to play it up as much as you could, despite the disgust settled in you.
"Tempting but if my boyfriend hasn't stepped in yet then he must really not care anymore. So I'll stop playing around now, because I'd rather not end up anywhere near you. No offense."
You were impulsive and honest and hated other men touching you. You also didn't like people in general so the mental energy it would take for you to force yourself to flirt with him was a bit much.
The dude's face turned into an ugly scowl, and you could see his hand coming to grab your shoulder.
Your view was blocked; the sound of a snap followed by a blood curdling scream.
"Sanzu, do what you want to him."
The thing blocking your vision was Mikey's back, his white hair and tattoo glaring at you.
Oh.
Fuck.
You were so happy that you didn't get touched.
"Keep him alive for me. I'm leaving."
Mikey turned and you knew you were fucked.
Your sobs echoed against the walls of your bedroom, another smack ringing close to the last one. Your face was mushed against the mattress, hands under you and body pinned down.
It hurt so much.
Your voice was faltering, broken and leaving your throat sore. You didn't think you could scream anymore until Mikey's hand landed right in the middle of your ass. The pain bloomed and you tried spouting weak sorries as if he had any reason to show you mercy.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" You wailed out, squirming in Mikey’s grip as he rained hits on your bare ass.
"Shut the fuck up."
He slammed his hand against a place that had taken too many spanks, making you choke on a sob. But your thighs closed against each other, pussy so thoroughly wet that they became slippery. Your spine tingled, nerves alive and frantic.
"I should keep you on a fucking leash if you're gonna go around acting like that. You want to get fucked by another guy that bad, huh?”
“No,” you gasped out, trying to plead your case, against your better judgement, “no no no. On-only you. Jiro---”
A hand came to grab a fistful of your hair to push your head into the mattress. The tug on your hair sent a shock from your skull to your spine, a shock that felt so painfully good that it made your back arch.
If he went along your back it would---
Mikey's nails scraped along your spine, a barely there touch that made your back run away from it. It felt so good that it was painful, a feeling you couldn't escape because there was no room to escape. And Mikey knew this, knew your nerves were fried and hyper-sensitive. He knew that he could torture you like that for hours.
He leaned over to your ear, and you could sense every inch of his body, breath hitting the back of your neck.
“You're going to tell me why you did what you did and you're going to tell the truth, or I'm going to make this so much worse for you.”
Mikey knew. You knew that he knew. He knew everything about you, your intentions and your fears and the thoughts at the back of your head. He wanted you to say it out loud, though. He wanted you to feel the shame.
The silence from you that followed was five seconds too long before you were flipped on your back, ass so sore that it made you flinch.
Mikey's hand wrapped around your throat, his cold dead eyes staring at you, a warning behind them. Your hands jerked to reach for his but they settled when you realised that it was not a good move.
The part of you that wanted to be a good girl came out so fast.
“I….wanted your attention, sir. Baby….baby missed you. ‘m sorry. Don't--please no more….h-hurts.” You tried to keep eye contact but tears had made his face blurry, to your benefit.
You didn't see his hand move lower, didn't register what was happening till his palm was pressed up against your soaked pussy, adding pressure to it no matter how much your hips tried to run.
“Do you know what's going to happen to you now?” Mikey's voice dropped a little bit and your brain was too empty to focus on anything but that.
“nuh-uh” You whimpered out, thighs twitching in an effort to not close.
“I'm going to edge you and edge you and edge you until you cry and cry and cry. And when you think I'm done, I'll edge you again--” He felt your hips move and your pussy throb, only adding more pressure to keep you still.
“--and then I'm going to go shoot the fucking cunt that talked to you.”
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-have you gone insane, mikey?!
-emma! your dolls are dead!
-no! mikey! i'm sorry!
kindergarten it's a weird period of a person's life. and to manjiro sano, it was no exception
he couldn’t complain though. barely assisting to the classroom, spending the day eating in his seat, watching other kids do the things that, well, kids do. and ignoring his exhausted and poorly paid teachers, observing them while they attempted to get the class attention, unimpressed and mostly bored. he has always been a reserved and mature (only when he felt like it) kid. certainly one of a kind
there were actually just a few things he could count with his palm that caught his attention, but they were all outside school and all involving his older brother at some point
1. his motorcycle
2. his gang
3. all types of candy
4. showing off his talent at the dojo
5. and his brother somewhat girlfriend
this last point, we could say, it’s the most important for him now
it was tuesday, and on tuesdays, mikey has a two hours class with miss yukishi, an elder woman that imparts writing to the lower grades. she has decades of experience at his school and an impeccable record in the field of teaching
mikey didn’t like her class at all, simply because he always had work to do as shameless as it sounds, and she smelled like rosemary and wet soil much to mikey’s disguise. but she was kind after all, one of the few professors that managed to get him to focus. and on that particular day, he felt like attending and giving her a chance. mistake or not, he was surely glad he took the decision to be present
the assignment for the day, was writing a note with a minimum extension of 10 words, to whoever he wanted about any topic. his options were:
his older brother, no. he is dumb
his little sister, no. she will make fun of him
his grandpa, no. he is busy and he probably don’t like those kind of things
keisuke from the dojo, no. he is even dumber
y/n from his brother middle school
oh, y/n from his brother middle school
young manjiro thought about love the same way he felt about santa claus. an illusion, something that makes people freak out, and act stupidly. he was used to feel embarrassed of his brother and the weird things he did for girls, so he swore to the gods that he would never lacerate his dignity like that. until he met you
see, he never felt attracted to any of his classmates, of course not. girls his age were missing teeth, wore funny pigtails, used too much glitter on their school artwork and were extremely nosy. they bothered him. while you, you were quiet and sweet, way too tall compared to his diminute height, your hair was perfectly combed and you always smelled nice. besides, the best thing of all, you hanged around his house sometimes, and you always watched him practice at the dojo, complimenting him and bringing him snacks. you were amiable, you were pretty
and he likes pretty things
he likes pretty victory, he likes pretty praise, he likes pretty candy, he likes pretty girls like you
so one day, he definitely saw why his brother was whipped for you, he understood it and reciprocated it, much to shinichiro’s misfortune
he vividly remembers a few nights ago, catching the two of you sharing a few pecks on the lips in his house backyard, when you both thought no one would see you. and it certainly was a strange feeling for him, like when you want something from a store and you arrive just in time to see that someone else is taking the last piece, exactly like that. he was mad, he frowned, and he went to sleep without having dinner
a very much concerning thing coming from him
in that moment, he decided that he was taking action by himself, and with miss yukishi most recent assignment, he had a plan
you might have shared some kisses or whatever disgusting things, but he knew his older brother was a dumbass and that he probably hasn’t asked you out yet. so he was taking advantage on that later, mostly like plan b. for now, the card was his holy grail
a couple of classes later, staying a few hours after school time for practicing, some elderly advices for troubles with the ladies and thousands of attemps in the trashing can, he finally wrote something eligible. miss yukishi was patient and she was good at what she did, so little manjiro finally accepted her to what she truly was, a great teacher
now, he just had to give it to you
but how?
it shouldn’t be that hard, right?
-how did you dare to write stuff like this to my girl?! you tryin’ to ask her out or something?!
the thing is that, emma found the card under mikey’s pillow while roaming curiously on his room and she had the brilliant idea to run to shinichiro and make fun of him together. it seemed like a good plan for starters, until the older one figured out who the card was for, and his burlesque smile turned into a disgusted grimace
-she is not your girl yet! you are a coward enough to not make a move, so i will beat you to it!
lie
his brother was a lot of things to him, a prick, a pathetic gangster wannabe and a lovefool. but shinichiro sano was not a coward, and he was just talking things that he knew would get on his nerves. a risky road to take, indeed
-that’s so not happening! and it is actually not your problem! thank god emma told me about this
-she is a snitch! snitches deserve to die!
the little girl was hiding under his big brother’s leg, fearing for her life and the safety of her toys. fat, hot tears falling from her cheeks, regretful. that’s just how kids were, doing things without thinking. she didn’t expect all of this to happen, not at all
-hey! apologize to her! and to me too! how can you stab your brother from the back like that, huh?!
-you both can kiss my butt!
-you little shi-
-good evening, grandpa sano. can i come in?
the three pair of eyes gleamed and directed down the hall at the same time, where your voice was heard
-she is here!
emma screamed and mikey jumped to snatch the piece of paper from his brother’s hand, running to you -give me that!
-no! y/n! don’t read anything he gives you!
you were just greeting the old man, and in an instant, you felt the three of them ambushing you
-hi y/n. this is for you, i wrote it. open it now- mikey was sweating and clinging to your waist, subsequently grabbing your hand and carefully placing the piece of paper inside. it was not just paper, actually. it was his tiny heart, his innocent emotions harboring for the first time, all of this, in your palm
-huh? are you guys okay?
-please don’t- shinichiro was practically on the floor, with pleading eyes. what the hell was going on?
-please hurry, could you read it now?
-o-okay, calm down you too
they didn’t even greet you, and you noticed emma’s watering eyes, something you will take care of after this mess. you needed to open it
and when you did, it had the words
you are sweet like dorayaki
that is why i like you
mikey
it was done, you read it. he followed your eyes scan the paper in front of him, his effort, his feelings. everything stood there, freezed. relying on your reaction, waiting. certainly not patiently, but waiting
he was, nervous? he doesn’t really know. his heart felt like stopping from how fast it was beating, and he was breathing so harshly that he even felt dizzy for a moment. this is all new to him, and he wasn’t sure if he was really enjoying it anymore
so this is love? ew
until you crouched in front of him, and folded the tiny piece of paper on a square, holding it close to your chest. you looked at him tenderly, and smiled
-this is really nice of you, manjiro. your writing improved a lot, i’m very proud of you- you even noticed that
-you really think so?- his eyes were glowing. compliments fell on his ears every once in a while, in the dojo and sometimes at school. but hearing it from you was a diferent level, you were that special, and you had no idea
-yeah, of course. and also, you know i like you too, mikey
you leaned closer and smooched his left cheek twice, leaving marks of your cherry chapstick all over it
-be good, okay? and be sure to thank miss yukishi for teaching you what you now know, treat her nicely and be grateful always, can you do that for me?
you were well aware of his blind hatred to miss yukishi, and with this, you hoped he learned a lesson. he was a kid after all, and he still needed to learn about a lot of things
-sure thing. can i ask you something too?
you hummed, stroking his hair gently, placing his gold locks behind his ear, carefully listening his words
-can you give me another kiss?
-hey!
before shinichiro could even bark again, you grabbed his face and another big loud kiss was now planted on his right cheek. from all the smeared balm you couldn’t really see if it was a natural nervous blush or the cosmetic pigment, but you decided to believe it was the first option, and your smile went wider
-there. now i payed my debt, right?
-can i have another?
-absolutely not, go get a shower or something. we are going out- shinichiro interrupted, stepping between your crouched figure and his brother
-whatever, mom
-yeah, yeah. go to your room, you smurf
-thanks again mikey, i loved it
you loved it
-before you leave, i want to know something
you and shinichiro were going out together, and he was staying at home, as usual. other times, when the two of you spend time alone, he is left with this certain sensation of emptyness that makes him sleepy and uneasy. but now, this feeling in his heart is due the way he emptied it completely that night, he wasn’t glad you were his brother’s, but you were aware of how he felt, and not only that, you even said you liked him too, so he was content. you even kissed him three times
he was so ready for not washing his face in months and running tomorrow to the dojo to show keisuke your marks on his cheeks
oh, first love
-are you serious right now?
-let him talk, shin- the older one rolled his eyes, squeezing your hand tighter
-can i be next?
-next in what?
-when you get rid of my brother, can i be your next man?
-are you sure you are four years old, manjiro?
-sadly, yes
-that’s it, you are done
Fandom: Tokyo Revengers
Reader-insert: Female
Pairing: Manjirō Sano x Experienced!reader
Genre: Erotic Romance
Warnings: Adult Situations | Sexual Situations | Explicit Content | Read at your own risk | All characters are 20+ | 🔞 Minors DNI 🔞
Additional Warnings: Protected Sex | Vaginal Sex | First Time
Word Count: 480+
💜 SIN2021 Day 6
Your face contorted into one of absolute bliss, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as a long-drawn-out moan erupted from your parted lips and your walls spasmed around Mikey’s cock. A whiney mewl escaped him as he released his emission into the condom before collapsing on top of you.
The hand that had been previously toying with your clitoris was now caressing your cheek lovingly as dark eyes were fixed on your post-orgasm visage. You met his gaze and smiled wearily, letting your hands roam up and down his back. Your delicate touch evoked a soft sigh from the raven-haired man.
“So… was I better than your exes?” His breathing was still laboured.
You rolled your eyes, laughing lowly at his words. “You know, technically, I haven’t dated anyone in this timeline.”
Mikey’s brows knitted together and he pouted cutely. “You know what I mean…” he huffed.
“Sheesh, Mikey, do you really need to ask?” You heaved a sigh, feeling your cheeks aflame. “Yes, you bet it was! I was able to come… I mean…”
“Oh? They hadn’t made you come… ever?”
“He,” you corrected. “And not during sex. You are surprisingly selfless.”
He burst into a fit of giddy giggles. “What a relief. I was worried I wouldn’t meet your expectations.”
You let out a mildly annoyed huff. “I remember telling you my sexual experience was shit, Mikey!”
“Oops...might have forgotten about it.” He scratched the back of his head and flashed you a boyish smile.
“Ugh, you’re so annoying! I can never get mad at youuuuuu,” you complained, squeezing his chubby cheeks. “You far exceeded my expectations, Manjirō!”
“Oi-f, stoooohb messhing wiff my sheecks,” he whined.
You gave his cheeks a gentle pat after letting him go and quipped, “How about you? Did I meet your expectations, little mouse?”
“You were great, (y/n)! If I had known how good this would feel before, I wouldn’t have been so hesitant to try it.”
“Hey, it’s fine. We did it when we both were ready. That’s the point.”
“You’re right. But, now that I know how good it feels…” he trailed away, making his point by rocking his hips, grazing your sweet spot with the tip of his cock as he did.
“Mngh~ Sheesh, you horndog. Fine. But first, you need to get rid of the used condom and get a new one.”
“Right on it, cutie.” He grinned, pressing his lips to your nose in a brief kiss before pulling out of you.
Before he could climb off the bed to get rid of the used rubber, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and nuzzled your head on his neck.
“I love you, Manjirō.”
He felt his heart beating wildly on his chest and his cheeks burning. Placing his free hand on top of your arms, he reciprocated the feeling. He was so immensely happy he could not stop smiling.
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— A TORE COPPER COIN, IN THE BACK OF YOUR POCKET —
takeomi akashi x reader x shinichiro sano
angst. +2.5k words. @lostinthe-jojos @saturnmitsuya @souyawn @kallikrein @blondbirb in case you'd like to read it :)
coins always have two sides, heads or tails
there are always two versions for each story. just as the sun spreads its light, the latent darkness that remains hidden, later takes over everything around. what is defined as right, and what is known as wrong. the desperate crying and the constant laughter. good people and the ones that want see you fall to pieces. death and life
whether it was day or night, april or december, in those times of youth that now seem abandoned and marked forever with the traces of tires from multiple motorcycles and cigarette leftovers, they used to fight over everything
every aspect. every joke. every bet
they knew each other since they were infants, after all. always running around, chasing the one after the another
among their inseparable gang, shinichiro always challenged takeomi. and intentionally or not, he always won
from the most insignificant thing with the cheekiest and childish purpose, to the most serious matters about the future of their crescent gang
his nature was like that, showing his affection to others in that particular way he could only manage to achieve, carefree, charismatic and noble
-what's so important about winning?- the older sano used to inquire his partner as if it were nothing, looking into his eyes, sideways. akashi's teeth twisted inside his mouth every single time. shinichiro spoke serenely, but to takeomi was a direct scream into his ear, buzzing, deafening. impending defeat. why things always have to be like this?
on one side, akashi was used to make himself look disinterested to his friend antics. the best at hiding his emotions, the best liar, the best at pretending. but deep down inside his guts, in the remotest part of his self, the growing feelings of resentment that took over him, only strengthened with time, wishing to be the winning voice, even if it was just for once
while on the other, resided shinichiro. that even when he shamefully lost in a fight, he owned the victory. when he was silent in an argument, he still had the reason, the upper hand above everyone. all of this unbeknownst to him, actually
heads or tails?
sano was the head after all, the leader, the great, the admirable. takeomi just watched all this happen from afar, second in command. in reality, it never bothered him that much since that was his place from the beginning, he was well aware of it
but he was also a greedy man, money and success ruined him, and he was never good at making decisions. that’s why he kept behind, always behind
he was weak, and he knew it
except that, if there was one thing takeomi longed to be the first to, other than winning stupid games against one of his comrates or some cash in a dangerous entrust. it was to be owner of your desire
exactly, that
it’s always been him and the guys, his crew against tokyo. but with shinichiro, it came you. and you may not be part of the world they both shared, but you were certainly equal in importance. you were always near, shinichiro’s love since middle school, his forever girl and the only thing he ever talked about. the four of them could rely on you anytime, you were just another member
a loving soul that added an undescribable warmth to takeomi’s monotonous life, and you weren’t even his
maybe that was the problem
he doesn’t exactly know when did it all start. sure, since the first moment he saw you, he could tell how alluring you were. shinichiro really scored, a nice smile, a delightful personality, a lovely pair of eyes, pretty hair, pretty body. he was speechless, that you were with a guy like sano? wakasa and benkei weren’t doing any better
not only that, quite dangerous feelings started to terrorize his mind at night, in the intimacy of his bed, with the moon as his only witness, while he soflty chanted your name before dawn, the forbidden prayers of a hidden sinner
those were the kind of things he started to seriously get worried about
it started innocent, it started subtle
from small gestures, like the blooming tingles he felt creeping in the tip of his fingers whenever he walked near you, and you both accidentaly grazed your hands. it meant nothing to you, but it surely did to him
to the serious issues that got harder him to ignore, to supress
like that one day, when it finally snapped
it was pouring, and you were waiting for shinichiro outside of his newly opened store with a small umbrella as your shield, to bring him dinner, since he was staying late to finish the order of a client. but much to your misfortune, he was gone. probably running off to the store to get something he forgot. defeated, on your way home, you found akashi walking under the rain, drenching in his clothes, probably heading to s. s. motors too and when the two of you encountered each other, you decided to keep walking to part ways, not minding the already sopping clothes. both were casually talking with the water falling over yourselves in the middle of some street, when you saw how his hands were trembling, it was obvious, he was not around his usual cloud of smoke because of the weather and he was probably feeling a bit anxious. you were still using your umbrella, so you offered it entirely to him. now completely ruining your clothes in the process. he didn’t even react -what the hell are you doing?- he wasn’t expecting that at all, he is used to be the one who offers himself to others, in many ways more than just getting wet in the rain. he was already soaked, so it was no use
-it’s been probably a while since you lighted a cigarette with this rain, so go on. i’ll hold it for you, sorry for not bringing a larger umbrella so we could both fit- and you grinned, inocently
it was such a naive thing, that’s just how you were. an effortlessly beautiful person. for an insignificant moment, you placed him before you, and you stood on the rain, the bento on you bag all wet, so he could smoke and calm himself for a few minutes before arriving home
a rather innecesary and weird thing to do, yes. nonetheless, it spoke a lot about how you were, caring and considerate. that’s why you were with shinichiro, and not him. there was no way he could possibly deserve you
then one night, he passed
and suddenly, on one grey afternoon you had to say goodbye to what remained of shinichiro in this world, and you were numb. you remember akashi waking you up, but you didn’t move. shin was not next to you in bed, how cold. you saw takeomi’s lips move, but you were not able to hear him. you stared at the corner, where some of shinichiro’s things stood, quiet and lonely. he undressed and prepared you to go out, what day was today? where was he taking you?
it was sano’s household, everyone were black dressed, and they all stared at you, faces full of sorrow
takeomi sat you down on the floor next to some people you couldn’t recognize, and when you finally lifted your head, you saw a picture of your boyfriend greeting you at the front, with that charming smile of his, all types of flowers, everywhere, and a small box in the middle with a black ribbon adorning it. please no, this is not real, please no
you shivered and left akashi’s side, slowly. he called you, but it was useless
wakasa and benkei noticed from the distance, standing against the door of the room, until both started walking towards you, something was odd
-sh-shin?- you leaned closer, and caressed the box the same way you were used to touch his cheek in the mornings, when you slept together. he was always warm. and now, it was all just lifeless, cold wood -there is no way he can fit in there. it must be hard to breathe. it's just a tiny box, he is not there. benkei, where is him? is he really there? take him out, he can't breathe! akashi! please, please help him, it must be difficult to be in there alone. please! someone!- the three of them were now next to you, trying to calm you down, keeping the most quietly possible. you were shouting, crying, whispering, all at the same time. it was real
he was gone
-take her out, she is going to scare the kids- benkei looked at takeomi, while he held you close to his chest. you were sobbing and babbling incoherences
-shh, it's okay, pretty. we are here, everything will be fine, he is fine- wakasa stroked you hair gently, he then looked around, searching for the younger ones
-please help him, please- you couldn’t keep your eyes open and you started to feel how the air in your lungs left your body, everything went dark
-y/n! y/n! she is fainting- takeomi held you tightly and grabbed your face, seeing how you grew unconscious with every passing second
-then hurry the fuck up! she needs air, take her out! i’ll go with mikey and emma, they don’t need to worry over this- wakasa mentioned, and left the three of you. benkei followed him soonly after
akashi went to the backyard, there were no people and it all seemed full of gloom. he sat down, leaning on one of the walls to hold you between his arms. your lips parted slightly and you began to breathe normally again
how did this even happen? why him?
his eyes were on you, watching you gain your composture again. you blinked very subtly, and one of your hands weakly got up to fondle his neck, tenderly
you were the most sacred thing to him in his small infamous world. where he was the god of war and you ruled by his side
he wanted you more than all that for which he cried at night after going to sleep, when he was a kid, and he lost a fight. all those foolish dreams couldn’t compare to you
beautiful, kind
he got near to your lips, and he stared at them in a trance, he wanted it
he wanted it badly
so he finally did it
the light touch of his lips rested on yours, and he tasted the victory that he has longed for, all these years
the victory that has never belonged to him
he moved away and you looked at him directly, with your eyelids half closed, to then whisper
-shin?-
no
no, it wasn't him. he was no one in particular
-i love you-
no
those weren’t words for him, he knew it. you were hallucinating, rambling in the middle of the bliss within your unconsciousness. you didn’t love him. his heart was yours entirely, but your soul and whole being belonged to shinichiro sano, your forever foolish lover
and in this fleeting moment, you saw him in takeomi. it was all a fantasy, a brief and painful one. the last moment you would share with shin now that he is gone, and only the shadow of him remains, a greedy man who will never have your desire
but he was satisfied
he couldn’t ask for more
in that instant, he had what he most wanted, and even if it was a lie, he would live in it forever
-i love you too-
and he meant it. every breath, every blink of his eyes, every caress to your wet cheeks. he meant it all
he was giving himself into you
he loved you, more than what he could understand
but it was not right
-what the fuck do you think you are doing, huh?-
trapped in his illusion, ears deaf to the footsteps coming his way. benkei took him by the collar of his shirt and made him drop you abruptly, he didn’t expect it. air leaving his lungs when he impacted the wall, it hurt him
-answer me you bitch, this is not time for your bullshit- benkei’s gaze had an unbridled anger, the same one he uses in fights to terrorize his opponents, only that this time, it was totally raw and authentic, he couldn’t feel any other way, he was disgusted
-how did you dare to take advantage of her in such a state?-
-i’m sorry-
slap
-oh your sorry? for her? for me?- he was looking for the answer in his eyes, almost harassing him. akashi couldn’t lift his stare from your weak figure on the floor -or for you? and how miserable you are? huh?-
slap
-you are lucky i was the one who saw you, wakasa would have already fucking smashed your pathetic skull-
-i’m in love with her, benkei. and it’s not something new-
slap
his cheeks were bleeding, skin split open. but he said it, it was unbearable, just a matter of time
he has never said it out loud, to anyone. he shouldn’t, but it was done now
-i don't give a fuck. she was shinichiro's woman, that he isn't around anymore doesn't give you the right nor the permission to go and try stupid delusional bullshit like this. learn to live with it- benkei’s voice faltered for a second at the mention of his friend, in sour realization. those were words they would have to get used to, unfortunately
a dry and emotionless laugh emanated from takeomi
-and what do you think i've trying to do all this fucking time, huh?-
benkei remained silent for 34 seconds, to be exact, both only staring at each other. guilt, sorrow and misery mingled together to form a thick aura between them, dull as cigarette smoke and distressing as betrayal
-well try harder. she is not yours, she will never be. so get your shit together-
-death did them apart- he stood in silence, realizing what he just said. he didn’t really mean it, his poisonous heart was clouding his mind out of pure despair. he could already feel the loneliness creeping through his veins, and he couldn’t stand it
benkei just barked a laugh, pathetic as always, he could only think
-but i’m sure they will be together again someday, motherfucker. so stay away from her until then-
benkei picked you up from the floor and took care of your delicate state himself, while takeomi just watched you walk away from him, once again
even after shinichiro's death, he kept himself in the dark. second in command. he never changed, he could still hear his orders in his mind, vividly. he was not enough to be a leader, he was not enough for anything at all
and his feelings never changed, either
he would be there for you, always. hoping that one day you may look at him the same way you used to look at sano
nothing really changed
shinichiro and takeomi were the two sides of the same torn coin, plated in the same way
heads or tails?
takeomi akashi stayed as the tore copper coin on the back of your pocket
he remained there, silent
he remained there, alone
forever missing his other half
and waiting for you, to give it a use in your grieving slot machine heart, someday
note: this is my another piece for the friends with benefits collab from the lovely @kshira ✹ hope you all enjoy it
it was late at night, and the breeze from the small lake that was in front of you caressed your face in a lullaby. it has been your special place since middle school. a small remote spot under a bridge near some old buildings where you biked together after classes. shinichiro was there by your side, as always. you had your head on his shoulder as he whistled a song you remember hearing multiple times on his motorcycle shop’s radio, just looking at the reflection of the darkness in the water
the connection floating in the air you both inhaled went beyond what people commonly call friendship. because friendship has limits, limits that most of the time are broken to transform into something stronger, more intimate, a relationship. what everyone calls conventional, what people wantonly swallow, what fools settle for. but the things between him and you were about something far beyond that, more significant. two soulmates who didn't necessarily needed to have a name to call themselves, to the things you’ve done
and indeed, there were strong emotions in every moment you have spent together, like in the kisses you shared in the privacy of an empty park at night, or when you showered together. but at the same time, there was the latent bond of an unbreakable friendship. after once succumbing to your deepest desires, things were never the same. and not because of the fact of surrendering, but because of what had changed that day. something unstoppable and loud, but at the same time so serene that never presented a disturbance
it has always been shinichiro and you, everyone knew it, everyone noticed it. but still, you always seemed to find a place somewhere in the corner, to hide. and enjoy every single second together without a the need of a label
just like in this instant
-what are you thinking about?- his voice rang in your ears and you felt the way his chest vibrated with the sound
-i’m thinking about you- he chuckled after your answer, and you played along, trying to keep things nicely. cause you knew deep in your mind that it will not last long after what you have to say. it's been on your mind for weeks, bothering you
-you finally fell in love with me?- he always joked around with that. was he really in love with you? you weren’t sure. but it was the same for you. at this point, it was useless trying to make it up
-in your dreams, creep-
-no but for real, everything good?- and he always knew what to say too. as if he had some kind of external power that whispered your thoughts in his ear without you noticing, resulting basically impossible to hide things away from him
-yeah, i mean- so why hiding them? -i do have something to tell you-
-is it bad? or- his eyes reflected the most subtle concern and you already felt like drowing in the water that flowed before you, was the most suitable option
-no, well, i don’t know- an unfunny laugh escaped from your mouth, but it sounded more like a whimper. infecting it to shinichiro, as a mechanism to withstand the fear that grew within him
from being in a totally calm and common atmosphere for you, it seemed that time stopped for a moment to deprive you out of oxygen
-just spit it- so you did. took a deep breath in and
-i'm leaving to work with an aunt who lives on the other side of the country for a while, because she'll do me a favor. this job it’s a great opportunity to achieve what i want to do in the future, but-
-you scared me to death! i thought you’d said something horrible!- shinichiro interrupted you, eliciting a little jump from your body in amusement. his hands went to scratch his hair in relief
-shin, but-
-i’m so glad for you. how long?- the bombardment of his questions made everything you wanted to say get bottled up on the tip of your tongue. growing, and growing
-shin, wait- and growing, and growing
-we are having goodbye sex, right? oh, and you have to send me letters or something cool like that, keep me updated. mikey too, you know he will get jealous, and emma-
-shinichiro! don’t say that!- until it all just popped off in a a mixture of laughter and high-pitched sobs -i don’t want to leave you- and then just desperate tears of realization came out. was he guilty about it? probably
-hey- his voice softened and his eyes looked down, thinking of something to say, but it was hard. and even if he has already dealt with hard things in his life, any blow he has received, as painful as it may be, has been expected. but this?
-the laces on your shoes is untied-
you lifted your head and looked at him with puffy, watered eyes, while he got up from where he was sitting, to kneel before your leg stretched out on the grass and start tying the messy laces
-i really don’t mind, shinichiro-
-but you should, cause if you don’t, you’ll fall and i don’t want that- certainly falling wasn’t the problem, because he will always be there to, probably not catch you, but maybe fall with you too. that’s how things were, how you always liked them to be
a couple of years was the answer you gave him. and no matter that an emptiness began to engulf his heart, he tried not to show it. a lot of things could happen in that period of time, but he will be okay, right? you are coming back to see him again, and he’ll be just fine
he snapped out of those thoughts from his head when he heard you bawling in your hands, trying to cover your face
it's hard to even think about it because you've been together for so long
-hey! don’t go crying on me, you said it. it’s a great opportunity, go ahead- and he smiled, just like every single time. that grin so particular from him, gentle. because he genuinely was glad about it, he wanted nothing more than the achievement of your dreams. just like when you supported him with the whole thing of his gang when you were younger, full of concern, or when the opening of his store happened. together, always together -i’ll be just here, waiting for you. don’t worry about it, okay?-
and no words came out of you after that
he stood up and you did the same, in silence. two silhouttes by the light of the moon, staring at each other for a couple of seconds to finally mold into an embrace
mostly fluff, some angsty parts in between. i was grieving for draken while writing, so yeah, that's were the inspiration for the sad things come from.
this maintains a discreet connection with my last post, making some subtle mentions of it. so, in case you would like to read it, it's here. i would appreciate it immensely
wc: 6.6k (sorry, i got a bit carried away)
a/n: this is my love letter to shinichiro, i put my heart and soul into this story, so i really hope you all enjoy it and don't get much confused with all the time jumps. i also would like to add that guys, seriously, just love whoever you want and don't ever give up what you desire, okay? don't be like yua's father and just let people be happy (you will understand after reading). life is short, and we stupidly think we have time, but we actually don't. be always joyful and hold onto your dreams with both hands. to anyone who is reading this, good luck! go and confess already or just fulfill that one thing you want the most, i believe in you
reblogs, likes and comments are deeply appreciated. please ignore any spelling mistakes, the constant editing and the awful glitching
yua — "primarily a female name of japanese origin that means love, affection"
eyes slowly opening. 9:11 a.m.
a couple of minutes after waking up, the cloudburst was captured by your senses
you’ve spent the night with shinichiro after he mentioned that today, he was not going to work at the shop and you were mostly free from your duties. so now, you found yourself laying by his side, head on his bare chest while one of his arms was keeping your body close, null distance
sadly, the comforting position didn’t last long. you decided to get up from his clasp to take a look outside, reaching the sliding door from his bedroom that lead to the backyard of the sano’s residence, leaving it open to allow the humid mist of the rain caress your skin, not forgetting to carefully make sure that the bed was far enough from you, so it wouldn’t bother shinichiro. all of this because, when the green of the plants that lie in the garden, moves slightly to the weak blows the water causes when dropping, it relaxes you
appreciating the view, you instantly recognized an old bike drowning on the ground next to some old motorcycle parts, causing a few giggles to escape from your lips
moments after, your boyfriend rolled in bed and felt your absence, making him sluggishly start to wake up too, huffing. he thought you had agreed to stay the ‘’whole day’’ in bed to be lazy together and here you were, up at nine in the morning
when his eyes adjusted better to the dim light the surroundings provided, he saw you standing against the doorframe, looking at the rain outside and laughing softly, in nothing more than black panties and one of his plain white shirts barely covering your thighs. how could he be mad at you for leaving his side when you looked like that? it wasn’t fair
he felt in heaven, he couldn’t describe it any other way. you were his angel, his day and night, his girl
he knew from way back that you loved watching the raindrops fall, and with the passing of years, he came to discover that he loved watching you
-good morning baby, what you doin' over there? what’s so funny?- he stretched out fully awake and placed his arms at the back of his head, getting into a more comfortable position to admire you better
-crap, did i wake you up?- you quickly turned around to look at him, startled by the sudden sound of his voice
-not really. i was missing you in my sleep, so i stopped doing it- he fake pouted and you rolled your eyes, he really beats himself every morning with stuff like this, it never ceases to amaze you
-you are ridiculous- you said and he smiled without saying anything else, waiting for your response
-so?-
-i was just thinking about that one time we ditched a whole day of classes to go for ramen with master kazo, when we were in middle school. the bike outside, it’s the same one, right?-
even if you tried, you couldn’t remember the exact date. you were both young and pretty much dumb, hungry and immensely bored. it just happened
-yeah. you mean our first date?- he asked biting off a smirk
-that wasn’t our first date, shinichiro. it was just one time we hanged out, we were still friends- you crossed your arms in your chest, protesting. he always teases you like this
-what do you mean friends? i already confessed to you like five times and i think i did it again that day- he said, sitting up
-with that one last confession, they were actually eleven-
-you counted them?- his voice sounded so offended that you couldn’t help but laugh in his face
-you didn’t?-
he laughed with you, a blush creeping his neck and cheeks. still the same dork
-that’s so fucking embarrassing- he rubbed his eyes, cringing
you left the door and walked towards him, standing next to his shirtless sitting figure at the corner of the bed, one of your knees on the mattress and both arms around his neck, fidgeting with his morning hair
-it is- you chuckled, gazing at him
-whatever, you were so whipped for me back then that you even kissed me at the end, how about that, hm?- he placed his arms around the back of your bare thighs, stroking them sweetly
-shut up, i just accepted the invitation because you pestered me so much and it really was a boring class. and the kiss was because you got all bruised for me and i felt bad about it- you frowned and looked away, now feigning annoyance
-that’s such an awful lie- he mentioned narrowing his eyes, making you laugh and give up
-yeah, it kinda is- you admitted
he smiled and stared at you for a couple of seconds in comfortable silence, as if he were thinking about something, an idea enlightening his mind
-would you like to try it again?-
-what?- you perfectly knew what he meant, the question simply slipped from your lips. did he really just came up with that?
-it’s raining, kazo surprisingly still makes ramen and i’m still in love with you. how about we take that same date right now? what could possibly go wrong?- yes he did, and you? you were a speechless, blushing mess trying to play it cool
-accidents, shinichiro? that could go wrong, and i don’t want us to die because of your damn motorcycle- who were you trying to fool? you actually loved the idea. but you were worried, you weren’t irresponsible kids anymore
-that won’t happen cause we are going to use the good old bike and take the alleyways, not the busy streets. just like that one time-
-but does it still work? seems pretty worn out, w-what if we crash again, shin?- you asked. excitement slowly starting to creep in the deepest parts of your being
-well, the story will repeat itself. quite tempting don’t you think, love? the bike is fine i promise, i’ll just wash it up- he proposed you, with that fatal closed eyed childish grin
yeah, of course you ended up agreeing
heavy drops tapped against the window that was next to your seat, humming a soft tune that kept you distracted, you were feeling sleepy
physics class. second period. 8:39 a.m. newton's laws of motion
your professor was explaining the theories and you took some notes, or whatsoever. it was raining, and the vibes in schools change entirely when the skies fall above carefree teenagers. no one gives a shit about subjects or activities for the rest of the day, and you were no exception
not even noticing when the teacher left the classroom. you put all your things away, waiting for the next class to start while you kept yourself in your chair, watching the clouds. enjoying the quietness and the water tumbling at your side. this climate always engulfs you in a particular peace that is rather difficult to explain, so each time, you decide to just dissolve within it. and you totally love it. that’s why, when some of your friends gathered around you and mentioned something about going out, you simply decided to keep yourself on the same spot, alone
‘’inertia. the first law states that if a body is at rest or moving at a constant speed in a straight line, it will remain at rest or keep moving in a straight line at constant speed unless it is acted upon by a force’’
in fact, you were the resting object, and shinchiro sano was the force that acted on you
-yo! y/n!- just like that, all the tranquility disappeared in mere seconds. as a loud thunderstruck in the dead of night, he entered your classroom, tripping, coming close to you with his unkempt uniform and that stupid greasy hairstyle
-so, how you been?- he stood next to your sitting self, hands on his pockets, serenely, as if he didn’t almost knock down an entire desk with his disastrous entry
-stop with that, shinichiro, we greeted at the gateway. what do you want?-
-would you like to go out with me? like, right now?- huh?
-no-
-cool, we are taking my bike. i know a perfect place we could-
-i literally said no, sano-
-i know, i heard you. but i’m not giving up that easy- you raised a brow and glared at him, unfazed
-our next class starts in like 10 minutes, what do you mean now?- he gulped and continued
-look, it’s raining. teachers are basically hidden, it’s going to be a free day for all of us. so you shouldn’t be here all by yourself, you need to go out and enjoy it you know?-
-i have my own ways to enjoy the rain, thank you-
-by just staring at it? come on, i can see you like that a lot but, please? i bet you are so bored that you don’t even have a nice excuse to give. and you’ve already said no so many times to me so please, please, let me take you out today- he was begging at this point, you almost made fun of him
-this is not the first time we hang around, shin. you invite me to your house very often, you are overreacting. by the way, what makes you think i’m bored?-
-yeah, but this is going to be a different occasion, i can feel it. and to answer your question, everyone is bored after physics class- hold on a second
-did you check my schedule?-
-of course i did! i memorized it, now come on- he grabbed your hand and made you stand up abruptly, taking with him your bag and placing it on one of his shoulders while he held his own with the other
-w-wait! are we are not coming back to take the other classes?!- he was basically dragging you. walking real fast through the school hallways, carefully avoiding to stumble with any teacher that could recognize you
-i don’t think so, y/n. this day is going to be for us only, okay?- he looked back at you, grinning, and your heart tingled
he made it look as the easiest thing ever and you gave in, squeezing his hand back. a little fun couldn’t hurt, right? well…
you had to act quickly to catch the only chance to actually escape classes without getting terribly penalized. the guard on the entrance gate took a 7 minute break to go for a coffee at the school’s office every day at the same hour, so the plan needed to be executed in that certain amount of time
step 1. wait for the entrance to be alone, step 2. be sure to not forget your bags and hold them firmly, step 3. jump the gate, step 4. take the bike out of the secured deposit at the front of the building in the shortest amount of time possible, step 5. run for your lives
the rest is history
a triumphant scream resonated against empty, watery streets, far enough from your shared middle school. shinichiro was speeding with his bike while you were taking a seat behind him, holding tightly to his waist with a huge smile on your face. you made it out neatly, on a path worthy of an olympic medal, and the adrenaline was just washing over your bodies, leaving you with pure bliss. both damped from the rain pouring over yourselves, not minding it at all
in that moment, it was only you and him in the world
-i can’t believe we made it, you good there, pretty?- your cheeks heated with the nickname, the rush surely boosted his confidence
-y-yeah, i think so- you laughed, a bit shy. hugging him closer and placing you head in his wet back. the gesture made his heart beat so roughly against his ribcage that he silently prayed to all the gods and deities he could think about for you to not notice
-but if you get me in trouble, i’ll stab you- you continued
-i would die happily knowing that it was on your hands-
-you are so stupid, shinichiro- he giggled
after a couple of more jokes and some time going around the city, watching together how the houses disappeared in an endless fog, you both started to get hungry, and he decided to visit the most reliable and special place to eat in town
yua ramen house
the owner is a man named kazori okamoto, mostly known as ‘’master kazo’’ for his amazing cooking skills and because he simply enjoys the nickname. he is a funny man and a very important person for the sano family, even to this day. he met grandpa sano in their early teenage years and the friendship still remains alive. he used to dream with being an elite chef, but certain circumstances he had to go through leaded him to abandon his desires. despite all, he claims that he is happy with what he has right now. ‘’life goes on, regardless’’ is one of his known personal quotes and little manjiro´s favorite, for some strange reason
so the fact that shinichiro decided to introduce you to him that day, definitely meant something else
-master! ‘you there?- shinichiro stepped in as if the establishment was his living room and you followed closely behind, taking a glance at everything. it was a tiny place, but very welcoming and warm
quite the opposite to how you felt, drenching in your school uniform
-sano boy! what the hell are you doing out with weather like this and- he looked directly at you. and you smiled, bowing to greet the old man
-nice to meet you sir, you both seem to be really close- you added, sheepishly -my name is y/n-
-of course you are!- he said getting closer to you and mockingly punching shinichiro in the arm, the poor thing almost flies from the ground. he had a nice smile, you noted -it’s my pleasure, sweetheart. i’ve been dying to finally meet you- oh, now that was new
-really?-
-i swear this brat never shuts up when it comes to you, even if i’ve never seen your face before, i could know it was you from all the things he has said to me- shinichiro coughed loudly, completely exposed
-y-yeah well, that’s because she will be my wife someday, sir. i’m trying my best- what the hell was he even saying
-you better, lover boy- kazo mentioned, with the biggest and cheekiest grin you've ever seen
you opened your mouth to answer to the revelation, embarrassed to the most, but master beat you to it
-so, what would you like? what can i do for you?- intentionally changing the subject to avoid any kind of denial from you
both creeps: 1 – you: 0
-u-um, what do you recommend?- you asked still a little shooked and flustered, looking at the menu
-i can surprise you if you let me, just give me the approbation that you don’t dislike any ingredient that you see and i will prepare a random dish for you, deal?-
-okay, deal. thank you so much, sir-
-no problem- he said, starting to roam around the kitchen in front of you, hardly trying to ignore the pool of water you were both making in his recently moped, squeaky clean, floor. one of his eyes twitching
-i would like some- shinichiro started
-yeah, yeah. i know what you always eat kid, so for now, how about you go to the back and look for a fucking mop to wipe the mess you made, you already know where it is. i can bet both of my legs that this was your idea-
-she is into this too!-
-then get her a towel you rat! here, the keys to the shed- kazo threw them his way and you sticked your tongue out to shinichiro while he disappeared to the back of the restaurant
-oh! how rude, i didn’t introduce myself. i’m kazori okamoto, but you can call me master kazo- you nodded and accepted the hand he was offering, containing your laughter, he was just like grandpa sano. all kindness to you and disinheriting shinichiro at the second
-then thank you, master. nice to meet you again and sorry for the disaster we brought- he accepted the apology and smiled back at you, turning to resume what he was previously doing, while you were sitting in one of the bar stools. the shop was empty, obviously, who in their right mind would go out to eat with a storm like this? exactly, only shinichiro sano would
you decided to take another look around, eyes wandering over the place now more carefully, while the old man was working on the food. a picture on one of the walls catched your attention, it was the portrait of a gorgeous woman, she was standing against a bridge that seemed to be somewhere in tokyo, in a red summer dress and an immense loving smile adorning her face, directed to the person behind the camera. it seemed old, a captured memory from a distant past
-master, can i ask you something?- you called him, curiosity winning over you
-yes?-
-who is the pretty lady of the picture?- you thought he didn’t hear you at first because there was a moment of silence, but turns out that he just hesitated
-my eternal muse- his voice faltered, revealing an intimate part of his soul so effortlessly to you. the tremendous sorrow in his expression was evident, but in those words, it also remained the tender affection of a heart whose love will never decline, a perpetual vow
and because of that, you didn’t feel like making any more questions
shinichiro came back, claimed he couldn’t find any towels, kazo called him useless, he moped horribly the floor, and then finally, you proceeded to eat. master prepared the most delicious and exotic shoyu ramen you ever had and some tonkotsu ramen for shinichiro, with an ice cold cola to the side, his favorite, it could never miss
kazo spoke with the heart open in his words, reminiscing hilarious experiences of his youngster era to entertain you while you finished. you were fixated in the way he seemed to relive those moments for an instant, but shinichiro was looking at you, inevitably. your laughing figure, those pretty lips and those pretty eyes shining in delight. if only you could imagine how much he liked you
the hours slid through your fingers like silk, between the anecdotes of an old man and the secret glances of an enamored teenage boy. proving that what they say it’s true, when you have nice company, time surely flies. but school hours ended, and you had little to no time to go back to your house before your parents suspected anything
-thank you so much for the food master, i really had a lovely time- you started
-no, no. thank you both for keeping me company, the place was alone until you showed up. you could have it all for yourselves, how lucky-
-it’s because today is a special day- shinichiro added smiling, referring to what he said to convince you earlier. putting his hands in his pockets, shrugging, while you blushed
-how come?- the old man asked
-it’s a secret- shinichiro grinned
-oh, i see- kazo winked an eye to him and you couldn’t be more puzzled, deciding to remain quiet
both creeps: 2 – you: 0
-we’ll be leaving now kazo. thank you very much, again- shinichiro payed, not taking any objections from you, and you agreed with his words once again, nodding and smiling at him
-you are welcome anytime, be sure to visit often, okay? bring your siblings and that old fucker of your grandpa that hasn’t stopped in a while too, alright? take care and be good, always-
shinichiro hugged him and you felt the urge to do it after, he just smiled weakly
you gathered your stuff and stepped out, while shinichiro stood inside for a second, master kazo calling him to say one last thing
you never knew what he meant with the words ‘’don’t forget our promise, son’’ but shinichiro surely did
a couple of weeks before that day, kazo sat down with shinichiro outside his store after the boy came back bruised from a fight. the sun was setting and he didn’t want to arrive home yet, so he found shelter with his most confident partner
master was smoking at the front, looking somewhat down, sad, he wasn’t his usual self at the moment and shinichiro noticed it
-are you okay, sir?- he approached him, almost timidly. like an infant, innocent and fearful
-i should be the one asking you that, punk. how’s the eye?- it actually hurt, a lot. he got beat up a couple of hours ago and it was finally getting to him, but he didn’t mind it at the moment, though. he decided to ignore his pain to focus on his friend. shinichiro has always been like this, always selfless about himself and always the most caring about the others, a gentle spirit by nature, destined to be a leader, to be great
-still works i guess, i’ve had much worse- the boy just shrugged, insisting -what about you? is everything alright? you weren’t in the kitchen when i arrived, that rarely happens-
-you are pretty fucking nosy, eh?- shinichiro barely smiled with the remark, he was getting seriously worried
after a couple of minutes in complete silence, master okamoto gathered himself and started to talk
-what are you studying? middle school?- shinichiro nodded. with that question, he opened the topic
-well, i was a bit older than you. it was my last year of high school and i was about to get into college. see, i used to have this teacher i appreciated deeply, he knew how much i cherished the field of gastronomy, and he was an amazing person, so he handed me some school forms abroad that could open my horizons and would be helpful to achieve the career that i wanted, you know? he helped me a lot. i also had the support of the love of my life, her name was yua muraka- the eyes of the man brightened with the single mention of his past lover. saying her name almost in a whisper, staring at nothingness. hoping that by mentioning her, she would appear in front of him with her arms open. thing that he has been waiting for decades, foolishly
-she used to be my girlfriend at that time, my whole universe, and she was happy with the idea of me leaving to accomplish my dream. but i’ve never been a selfish guy, and i wanted her to come with me, to accomplish all of that with me. so, i opened this small shop to raise some money to be able to take her in my journey, and make it one for both- shinichiro remained silent, carefully listening. the funny man he knew and cherished, was now crouched, small and tarnished
-the thing is that, her father hated me, son. he saw me as a punk, a good for nothing. i used to get into fights with your grandpa too, and i wanted to be a chef while he was a doctor. but i couldn’t care less about that crap, she was part of my dream and i was willing to give everything for her-
-the dates were getting closer, school was ending, i bought the tickets, and every day i had more money for finally moving away together and provide her with the life she deserved. but when her father noticed all of this, he started to restrict my visits to her home, and he didn’t let yua out- with every word, kazo started to get more emotional. shinichiro could see the rage in his eyes and the impotence behind his memories
-of course we had our escapades, and let me tell you, those were the best moments of my life. but the little bubble we were living in exploded when he suddenly sent her away. one day he just dragged his daughter to a train far from here, menacing her with the most horrid things that i don’t even want to mention- master took a long drag of his cigarette and continued
-i never found out about his plan or the things he said to her because it was so sudden, in an instant she was just gone. i couldn’t do anything to stop him, i never knew anything about the constant abuse either cause yua kept it all to herself- in minutes, the air turned heavy around them, dark, suffocating. as if the atmosphere absorbed the feelings that kazo’s words professed
-shinichiro, the train collapsed in an accident two hours after leaving the station, a day like this, more than 30 years ago. taking many lives, and ripping my love, my darling, away from me, forever- tears started to tumble from his wrinkled eyes, one by one, violently. the noises of the city turned into a heap of murmurs that made shinichiro’s mind enter a void of dizziness. it was awful, his juvenile heart fell to his feet and got burnt with the remainings of the cigarette that mr. okamoto’s trembling hands dropped, mindlessly
-i couldn’t even say goodbye to her, couldn’t even kiss her one last time- he added, stuttering, dragging his own words and choking with grief. shinichiro felt the urge of crying deep in his gut, but he swallowed it, not wanting to make his friend regret confessing him something so profound and distressing, so near to his core. he needed to remain strong for him
-a couple of months later, i encountered her mother on a random street, and realized that the woman was constantly being blackmailed by yua’s father, and that’s why she never defended her daughter. in that moment, she kneeled before me and asked for my forgiveness, confessing everything to me, all the things that i am telling you right now and how she really did wanted yua to live her life by my side, but that she was too afraid of what her husband was capable of doing- the old man started to gain his posture again, wiping his face. as he is used to doing, since that fateful date
-i never went to college after that and i closed the shop, sticking to the local jobs that miserable men stick to- it all made sense now
-years later i realized that yua probably wouldn’t like the way i was living, so i reopened the shop in her name and here i am, as you can see. ironical how they gave her such a beautiful appellation to edge her life to that extreme, with no love and no affection, huh?- a poisonous laugh escaped his mouth while he took out another cigarette of the tiny box and lightened in silence, shinichiro just remained staring, noting how the man next to him still wanted to cry, and how hardly he was retaining it
-i’m telling you this because you remind me of my younger self. i can sense the love you have for the girl you always tell me about with this tore eyes, that must have glossed the same way when i spoke about yua to someone else. i also suppose that you are concerned because you’re part of a gang and she is just a sweet girl, how you worry for her- the words echoed in every moment of doubt shinichiro recalled having about you, regret clouding his mind. kazo could read him so easily that he even felt embarrassed and disappointed with his own self. something snapped, he took a decision
-but please, shinichiro, don’t ever let her go okay? it doesn’t matter who you are or what you do and vice versa, none of that is relevant if you truly love her, so don’t ever let anything take her away from you. can you promise that to me, punk?- kazo was now clutching to shinichiro’s bloody shirt without even realizing, voice finally cracking with the last sentence, sobbing loudly, all over again. any trace of composure he tried so hard to keep, totally erased from the path they were on
a young shinichiro sano just hugged him, reciprocating all of those times kazo did the same to him as a kid. he opened his arms to let the old man release the huge load of his aching heart -i promise i will, i’m so sorry. i’m really, really sorry- he muttered to his ear, repeating the words almost inaudibly, like a prayer, while the night fell above them
shinichiro took the first drag of a cigarette that day
you were both on the bike again. the rain decreased while you were eating but it started pouring halfway to your house
-be more careful, you are going to get us killed- you exclaimed to the back of his neck, worried about many things, while shinichiro pedaled with all his might. it was actually pretty late, you should have arrived to your house 20 minutes ago and the storm you were caught in was not helping your nerves
-everything is going to be alright, babe. just hold tight- he said untroubled, as always. it was driving you insane
-that’s what i’m doing! and don’t call me babe!-
a couple of streets later, what was expected to happen
happened
you just remember the impact, but what really occurred was that the front wheel got stucked in a sewer hole that you couldn’t see because of the increasing amount of water on the ground, and both of you were catapulted to the pavement. now it’s a funny memory, but back then it wasn’t, and it ached insanely, mostly to shinichiro
he was weak in fights, for sure. but his reflexes were impeccable, using them to instinctly cover your body with his, scratching his whole face in the process and receiving the impact for both, almost breaking an arm for you, literally
while you just bruised your knees, he was still worried, as if the roles were inversed
-fuck! are you okay? are you hurt?- he quickly asked, coming closer to you, scared to death
-nothing serious, you don’t have to worry about it. what about yo- you said without looking at him, still trying to come to your senses. then you realized- oh my god, shin! you are bleeding. i‘m so sorry! i literally crushed you, and you hurted your whole face. p-please forgive me- you were so preoccupied, inspecting his injuries. but all he did was just smile, blood running over his brows and chin. the asshole entirely enjoying all the attention you were giving him at the moment
-i should be the one apologizing! i got us into this, i’m sorry y/n- he scratched the back of his head awkwardly. you weren’t even mad, the fright was still vivid on your skin
and then suddenly, you truly took a deep stare at his features, while the rain kept making a curtain between the two of you. there was no trace of gel from the morning and his wet hair was now fully down, covering his forehead, the water washing his wounds, his drenched white uniform shirt all dirty from the experiences of the day and his pants had an open scratch in the left knee
you didn’t even notice how close you were, sitting together on the corner of an empty alley he desperately took to arrive faster, just staring at each other in silence for a moment. you both cracked in laughter at the same time, the situation was absurd
even though you wouldn’t admit it or either show signs of, you really had great times with shinichiro sano
you like it when he stops to your classroom between breaks just to wish you a nice day, you like lying on the floor next to him at his house’s dojo when it’s summer to eat popsicles with keisuke and his siblings, and you also like the awful cheesy jokes he invents just to make you laugh. because you particularly know that under all those layers of nonsensical girl-crazy rambling lies the most amiable and boldest heart of all, a kind soul with a presence hard to miss
and you like that too
-you know, you look nice like this, without all that dumb gangster wannabe hairstyle, shin-
-did you just, admitted that i look nice?-
-oh god, of course you were going to focus only on that- you rolled your eyes, wishing to not have said anything at all
-i mean, is there anything else i should focus on? it’s an historical moment to me!-
-whatever, sano- you shook your head, chuckling. and he stared at you for the thousandth time today, blood pumping furiously all over his system. he could even feel it on his ears, like the sound a seashell makes when you put it close to you, but this time, amplified to a deafening point
taking a deep breath, he decided to try once again. he made a promise, after all
-y/n- you looked at him in the eyes, driving all your attention to him. he was shaking, he had done this many times with you and other girls before, twenty to be exact, but there’s something in the way you are staring at him right now that results mesmerizing, intimidating, but mesmerizing still. shit, he couldn’t take it anymore -you look pretty to me always. even now, in the most screwed up situation possible, i think you are the most beautiful girl in the world and i- he stopped, red as a beet. inhaling again, he continued -i like you a lot, you know? i’m p-pretty sure i’m in love with you- stuttering a little bit in that last sentence, but who wouldn’t?
-yes, i already know that, shinichiro. you’ve said it like a million times- you smiled softly, looking down at the puddle you were in
-you do?- he didn’t mean to sound so disappointed, but the ghost of what it looked like his twenty first consecutive rejection started to pester him and it was impossible not to, or that’s what he thought
-yeah-
-g-great, cause i will keep saying it until the day i achieve the billion times ‘cause you are my girl-
-i’m not your girl- you furrowed your eyebrows -at least not yet-
-but you will! wait, what?- he was so dumb, you smiled
-just shut up-
without thinking it any further, you pressed your lips against his. the kiss was sloppy, rainy and embarrassing. but to shinichiro was more like ‘’the long-awaited arrival of divine glory’’, that’s exactly how he described it to his little brother when he got home
the silence and the shout, the euphoria and the lull, his insides felt like exploding, the floor was spinning
and you were, in that instant you really were his girl, no turning back. and you kinda enjoyed it
with that kiss you decided to let your feelings grow, and maybe, in a remote future, you would give him your heart to hold for eternity
thing that actually happened faster than what you expected
back to the present, you were both in the same situation, something like an induced déjà vu
a pair of lovers riding an old and too small bike on their way to yua ramen house under the rain. both with 23 years old now, but sharing the same feelings in the same two beating hearts
you started to go eat to yua ramen house together frequently after that first time, but master kazo got sick a few years later, so he had to stop working for a while and decided to leave the country for a break. he came back a couple of years ago, but you have not visited him until now, so it’s been quite a bit since you’ve seen each other
when you arrived, you couldn’t help to feel nostalgic
-sano boy, it’s that you?- his figure was more hunched than before, hair whiter and the wrinkles above his eyes and forehead were more prominent, but despite the changes that the passing of life produces, he was the same funny man you once met
-nice to see you master, how’s the business going?- shinichiro felt so many things in that moment. he was no middle schooler anymore, he left the gang medium a while ago, his siblings were older, and you were still by his side. he has grown, but sometimes, he forgets about that
-as always, punk. it’s really nice to have you here after all this years- you stepped behind your boyfriend
-hello sir, it’s been a while indeed- the old man laughed joyful, taken by surprise
-i can’t believe what i’m seeing, the same two dumb kids that came in making a mess in my shop once, doing it all over again. right y/n?-
-that’s us- you laughed, reminiscing -i’m so glad to finally see you again, master-
-the pleasure it’s all mine, it makes me so happy to have my two best clients here with me-
-we missed you, kazo- shinichiro added, coming closer to give the man a hug, you followed after
-i missed you too- he smiled -but for the love of god, go get a damn towel, son! and search carefully this time!- shinichiro went out, laughing. you viewed the scene amused and moments later, your eyes drifted to yua’s picture on the wall, you felt your soul clench, wondering if master kazo would still answer the same way. of course he would you thought, eternal is eternal
this time, shinichiro did find the towels. and you both cleaned the mess of water sputtering around, waiting for the cook to finish your meals while you chatted, catching up on your lives
-so you really are together since then, huh? i’m proud of you, lover boy-
-i told you i was going to marry her one day, didn’t i?-
-oh! did you guys already?- kazo instantly turned around, almost dropping the pan he was using
-i’m still working on it, but i’ll make sure you get the invitation soon- you suppressed a squeal. you haven’t spoken about this yet, how dare he just throw it out so suddenly?
-wha- you couldn’t even finish
-i’ll be patiently waiting then! nothing would make me happier- mr. okamoto interrupted you, leaving your head blank, as they always managed to
both creeps: 3 – you: 0 you’re out!
the food orders were the same, and with the first taste you took, you travelled ten years in the past. memory is such a graceful thing
kazo sent a glance at the both of you while you were eating, and he couldn’t help his eyes from watering
he saw the same slicked back dark haired kid with wet uniform covered in dirt, sitting with a lovely girl at his side, hair shorter than now and clothes just as messed as the boy’s ones, but the same smile that once brightened her features still present, dedicated just to him and his silly comments
-are you watching this, yua? we used to love like this- kazo mentally talked with the picture on the wall, looking tenderly at it. he didn’t get an answer, but he didn’t need to, he was certain
your relationship was like this since the beginning, unchanging. always coinciding in a world where only you and him existed, surrendering to each other’s feelings many times over. relieving significant moments of your intertwined lives, and at the same time, creating new ones with each arrival of a new day. discovering together a hundred and one different ways to fall more in love,
Fandom: Tokyo Revengers
Reader-insert: Neutral
Pairing: Adult!Keisuke Baji x reader x Adult!Chifuyu Matsuno
Genre: Erotic Romance
Warnings: Adult Situations | Sexual Situations | Explicit Content | Read at your own risk | 🔞 Minors DNI 🔞
Additional Warnings: AU: where Baji lives | All characters are 27+ | Felatio | Snowballing | Threesome
Word Count: 400+
(a/n): Hmm, somehow I feel like this idea was hotter in my head...
💜 SIN2021 Day 12
Chifuyu covered his mouth with the back of his hand in an attempt to conceal his moans. His gaze was hazy as he stared down at you and Keisuke sucking on his cock. The feeling of your mouths pleasuring him was too much and Chifuyu knew he was not going to last long.
A deep, low moan dribbled down Chifuyu’s lips as Keisuke gently nibbled on his cock before pressing his lips to yours, catching your lower lip in between his teeth. Distracted from Chifuyu’s throbbing erection, you threaded your digits through Keisuke’s long, silky locks and deepened the kiss, fighting for dominance. Keisuke growled into the kiss and got even more aroused than he already was at the fact that he could taste the other male on your tongue.
“You guys… don’t forget about me,” your lover, feeling left behind, complained.
“We could never forget about our cute puppy,” you cued, breaking away from the passionate kiss.
Keisuke flashed the short-haired man a wide grin, showing off his sharp canines and exclaimed, “Damn, right!” Then, he proceeded to take Chifuyu’s cock in his mouth, bobbing his head up and down as he hollowed his cheeks.
“Shit...” Chifuyu let out a breathy moan as he threaded his fingers on Keisuke’s hair.
As your cafe-coloured eyed lover blew him off, you decided to lavish Chifuyu’s balls with your tongue. The flicks were gentle and careful so as not to bring him any sort of discomfort.
The short-haired man bucked his hips involuntarily, making Keisuke gag on his cock. As a consequence, Keisuke held his lover by the hips, preventing him from moving any further. Wanton mewls and whimpers escaped Chifuyu as his cock twitched in Keisuke’s mouth but before his orgasm hit him, he pulled Keisuke away from him as he felt too embarrassed to spill himself in his lover’s mouth. So, the desperate man accidentally ended up coming on Keisuke’s face instead.
“Oi, Chifuyu,” Keisuke huffed in mild irritation.
“S-sorry.” Chifuyu’s cheeks turned bright red as he stammered an apology.
You chuckled softly before cupping Keisuke’s cheeks in your hands, leaning in to gather Chifuyu’s cum with your tongue. Then, you crushed your lips against Keisuke’s welcoming ones.
“That’s fucking hot…” mumbled Keisuke after swallowing the cum, before claiming your lips once more. His ravenous lips anticipated a promising and blissful evening enfolded in the warmth of his two partners’ love.
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Fandom: Tokyo Revengers
Reader-insert: Female
Pairing: Adult!Ken Ryuuguji x reader
Genre: Erotic Romance
Warnings: Adult Situations | Sexual Situations | Explicit Content | Read at your own risk | 🔞 Minors DNI 🔞
Additional Warnings: All characters are 27+ | Fingering | Breast Play | Clitoral Stimulation | Praising | Aftercare | Very fluffy and goofy towards the end
Word Count: 420+
(a/n): Why is he so cute? Whyyyyy?🙈
💜 SIN2021 Day 18
Your wanton moans were ringing delightfully in his ears as he continued pumping two of his digits in and out of you at a steady pace while ravenously yet gently sucking on your right nipple.
“Draken,” you whimpered, walls clenching around his fingers.
A shiver travelled down his spine like a wave of electricity further kindling his desire for you. Ken peered up into your hazy eyes, smirking at the sight of your cheeks flushed with arousal.
“I know,” he mumbled with your nipple still in his warm mouth. “Let go. Give it to me, princess.”
The palm of his hand was exquisitely stimulating your swollen nub with each thrust of his fingers inside you. The squelching sounds and your mewls of utter bliss were so arousing that he swore he could just come without receiving any sort of physical stimulation. However, your needs were his top priority and he would not stop pleasuring you until you were thoroughly sated.
Gingerly, he inserted a third finger inside you and quickened his pace while applying more pressure to your throbbing clitoris. The amount of pleasure he was showering you with was too much and soon a frisson of ecstasy invaded your body, overwhelming your senses, as you came undone around his fingers.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured softly, relishing the way your walls spasmed around his digits as he helped you ride out your orgasm. “You did well.” His sweet praises made your stomach flutter.
Your lover peppered loving smooches down your stomach as you came down from your high and once you did, he pulled out liking his fingers clean.
“Shit, you taste good,” he mumbled before wrapping his strong arms around you as he laid down next to you. “I know I don’t say it as much as I should but… I love you, (y/n),” he confessed before pressing his face against your stomach.
You let out a breathy chuckle as you placed your hands on his head, tenderly threading them through his long, black locks. “I love you too, Kenny.”
His hold on you tightened as he pressed his lips to your delicate skin, giving you a sweet kiss before blowing raspberries on your belly evoking a melodious laugh from you.
“Ken ahahaha… s-stop!”
“Never!” He flashed you a cheeky, closed-eyed grin before resuming his playful ministrations.
In between giggles of his own, he continued teasing you for a while longer. He could not help it, there was nothing that he loved more than your contagious laughter as it would always put his heart at ease.
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