(Aged Up) Manjiro *Mikey* Sano x Reader 18+ fic
Word count: 4.8K
Warnings: Gaslighting, slapping, gunplay, threat of death, cum eating (kind of), creampie, oral sex (both receiving and giving), Mikey being manic, blood.
Hi Everyone! I know I haven’t posted in forever but here I am with my submission to @iwasbunny and her amazing Toxic Collab! this was so much fun to write and it really took me to another place to get in the mood for crazy Mikey. I really enjoyed the whole process! Please everyone follow her and check the masterlist for the collab to see all of the other amazing works! I hope everyone enjoys ❤🏍⚡
Minors DNI 18+ like always! Feedback is very much appreciated ❤
(Also full disclosure I basically made my own timeline where Baji is still around cause I said so)
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'Another car set aflame in a parking garage in East Tokyo this evening. Police are saying it's related to an increase in local gang violence over the last week'
Your heart was in your throat as you muted the television, flopping back on your hotel bed with a groan. He was getting closer. You knew you couldn't run from him for long, but it hadn't even been ten days and half of Tokyo was already facing Mikey’s rath. He was angry when you left, the fight between you two was still lingering in the air as you packed a bag, his dark eyes sparkling with fury when you threw your brand new phone to the floor and shattered it, glass crunching under your shoe as you marched out past his security and to the elevator. Takemichi tried to say something and stop you only to be put on the receiving end of a world-class death glare and the doors sliding shut. You had to think about what to do, where to go. You hadn’t planned on leaving this long but knowing that Mikey expected you to come crawling back made you even more determined to stay as far away from him and his search parties as possible. A pounding knock on the door had your throat running dry, blood hammering in your ears as adrenaline began rushing through you. Your hand instantly went to the thigh holster under your skirt, fingers wrapping around the new Beretta px4 storm that Mikey had actually gotten for you for the holidays last year, a “protection accessory” he had said with a smile and soft kiss to your cheek.
“Come on y/n, I know this is your room and I’m not leaving,” Chifuyu’s voice called from the hallway.
“I’m not going back Chifuyu, I told Mikey I was done with his crap and I meant it,” You said, breathing a sigh of relief and letting your hand drop, going over to your suitcase in a plan to get your essentials out for the night.
“He’s got everyone out looking for you, told us to drag you back if we have to”. You rolled your eyes. Of course he did. Can’t do anything himself.
“I said I’m not coming with you,” You snapped, yanking the zipper open.
“Y/N, he’s got Sanzu out for you.” You froze, stomach plummeting. Sanzu had always just made you uncomfortable, the pure chaotic energy he exuded never failed to trigger your fight or flight.
“You know Mikey’s on the warpath, pack up and meet me downstairs in ten minutes unless you want Sanzu to find you and put a pretty cut on your face,” Chifuyu said, knocking his knuckles against the door one more time before you could hear the ding of the elevator a moment later. Your hands were shaking as you zip your suitcase shut again, legs and feet barely wanting to move across to the door. The only thing keeping you moving as the door clicks shut behind you is the thought of Sanzu getting the master key to your room and taking you while you sleep. The elevator seemed colder as you pressed the lobby button, skin breaking out in goosebumps as your knees shook. You were silently thankful that it was Chifuyu that found you first, the thought of Sanzu or, god forbid, Hanma finding you filling you with dread and the need to leave as quickly as possible, damn the consequences and whatever would happen once you got home to Mikey. The lobby was quiet except for the low music playing through the ceiling speakers, the large tv hanging near the sitting area playing the news with only captions.
“y/n,” Chifuyu called from the reception desk, sliding a couple of bills across the counter to the smiling girl, “We’ve gotta go, just got off the phone with Draken and apparently Mikey’s called off the bounty, he’s expecting you soon”
It was barely a moment after you two had sat down in the car, not even able to buckle your seatbelts yet when his phone began to ring. Chifuyu looked at you expectantly, bright green eyes shining almost playfully as he glanced at the contact, a slight smirk on his lips when he finally answered.
“Hey Mikey,”. The blood rushing in your ears made you slightly dizzy, heart nearly jumping from your chest as you shakily clipped your seatbelt. “Yeah I got her, don’t worry. She’s safe.” You could see Chifuyu looking a little nervous now out of the corner of your eye, glancing between you and the steering wheel as Mikey said something in his ear.
“Uh- I don’t think she really wants to talk right now-,” He was cut off by Mikey shouting on the other end, flinching and holding the phone away from his ear. The raging tone made you cringe, going to take the phone from his hand.
“I’m coming home so you can tell your goons to quit burning the city to the ground,” You said, cutting him off from his tirade, cheeks burning in frustration at the silence on the other end.
"You know I wouldn't have had to send them out to find you if you wouldn't be such a brat," Mikey said with a cool tone.
"I'm not being a brat, you're being unreasonable," you said through an irritated huff, "We'll talk about this when I get home".
"You're damn right we will," he snapped, ending the call. The click and dial tone nearly makes you throw the phone out the window but you hand it back to Chifuyu with a clenched fist. The silence in the car was deafening as he pulled out into traffic, the only sound coming from the blinker and the soft rumbling of the engine. The streetlights sparkled through the raindrops on the windshield, whipping away furiously under the drag of the wind and the wipers.
“Would’ve taken my bike if it weren’t for this weather, didn’t want you to get sick,” Chifuyu said, reaching over to click the radio on to have something playing and buffer the silence.
“Thanks,” You say unenthusiastically, watching out the window as the tall buildings flashed by, the various people meandering on the sidewalk turning into faceless blurs of color.
“You know he’s been a wreck without you,” Chifuyu said with a sigh and a shake of his head, “Hasn’t been to a meeting since you left, barely even sleeping. It’s been chaotic”.
“It’s not my job to keep him in line, he’s a grown-ass man with issues,” You said, glaring out at the water running down your window.
“He needs you,” the now dark-haired man said in an attempt to make his case.
“He needs a therapist,”
“That’s something you, I, and everyone that has ever come in contact with Mikey can agree on,” Chifuyu said with a laugh, “But you love him don’t you?”. What kind of a stupid question was that? Of course you did. You had ever since you were both sixteen.
“That’s what I thought,” He said with a smirk, “He just wants you back”.
“Guess it’s his lucky day,” You said with a sigh as your stomach twisted, you could only imagine what was waiting for you at home.
The rain had only gotten worse when you finally pulled into the underground parking garage, storm beginning to rage and pour rain as Chifuyu popped the car into park and checked his phone.
“Draken’s gonna meet us upstairs, Mikey’s on a call with Takemichi," Chifuyu said, gripping your elbow and guiding you to the elevator like you were going to run away again. The ride up to the top took a minute, every tick of the passing levels sending a shiver down your spine. The anticipation of facing him had your skin breaking into a cold sweat. The hall leading to the door was lit warmly as always with the large windows displaying the city.
“Well look who it is,” Draken said leaning against the wall next to the door, his deep voice rolling through the tense atmosphere, “our little runaway”.
“Yeah yeah I know,” You said with blood burning in your cheeks from shame, “Is Mikey inside?”
Draken nodded over to the large double doors across the hall, "he's in the conference room on a call. But I'm warning you he isn't happy."
You rolled your eyes and handed him your bag, turning for the door.
“Yeah, no surprise there”. Draken’s large hand wrapped around your upper arm and turned you back around to face him.
“Just be lucky Chifuyu found you when he did,” He snapped, his dark eyes glaring down at you, “and you’re also lucky I talked Mikey down as much as I did, in the interest of keeping everything from falling apart because of his obsession with you”. His obsession, something you knew all too well. Wearing the marks of his lips and teeth and gripping fingers like jewelry on your skin for everyone to see. Mikey had always been wild about you, ever since you met back in high school. You accepted a ride home on the back of his bike one time and had been nearly inseparable ever since. Mikey had just always been there it seems like, very few memories coming to mind that he wasn’t involved with, whether you had been happy with him at the time or not. Loving him had always been… complicated.
You could hear muffled voices beyond the doors, conversations that usually fell on deaf ears when you were present, usually too distracted by Mikey grinding up against you while you sat in his lap.
“Let’s go, I’m sure he doesn’t want to wait,” Chifuyu said, a firm hand on your back urging you forward. You felt dizzy as your heart began to speed up as you laid your hand against the door handle, fingers wrapping around it slowly before twisting and pushing the door open. The only one who looked up to the click of the door opening was Takemichi in his assigned seat, a soft smile on his face when he noticed it was you.
Draken made a noise in the back of his throat as he made his way back into the room from behind you, catching Baji’s attention along with Nahoya and Souya who were discussing something between themselves.
“Look who came crawling back,” Baji said with a grin of flashing fangs. This caught Mikey’s attention, his dark eyes flitting up from the papers on the table. You nearly gasped when you noticed his hair, still the light blonde that you loved but now cut short in an undercut from what you could tell from where you were standing, the feeling of your heart plummeting to your feet had tears welling in your eyes. He did that to hurt you. You were still trying to process everything, from the new haircut to the dark circles accentuating his already shadowy gaze, so you didn’t see the phone held up to his ear until he was ending the call without a word, slamming the device on the table and making you jump.
“Everyone out,” He said coldly, eyes locked on you as he stood from his seat.
Baji rolled his eyes, “We’re kind of in the middle of something-”
“EVERYONE. OUT.” Mikey shouted, the echoing of his voice in the open room making everyone head quickly for the door, leaving you frozen as it shut behind you. It was quiet now, both of you watching each other carefully, like animals in a cage. You didn’t like this tension with him, it made you feel like you were in the room with a stranger and not Mikey. Your love.
“Mikey I-”
“Don’t,” He snapped through gritted teeth, “Come here”. You fought shaky knees as you made your way around the table to him, the adrenaline flowing through you making every breath shallow. He reached out and snatched your wrist the moment you got close enough, practically dragging you forward until you were pressed against him. Mikey was pushing his lips against your before you could say anything, a deep groan rising from his chest when his tongue slid across your bottom lip and sucked it between his teeth for a moment.
“I fucking missed you, you know that?” He murmured against your mouth, one hand coming up to squeeze your jaw tightly enough that you gasped, “I missed you so much”.
“I-I missed you too,” you said with another pained gasp as his grip tightened.
“No, you didn’t. If you did it wouldn’t have been such a fight to get you back,” He nearly growled, pressing wet kisses against the column of your throat, “You’re a bad liar”.
“Mikey please-” you tried to plead with him, receiving a sharp smack against your cheek from the hand that had been previously crushing your jaw.
“Don’t whine to me, I don’t give a shit if you’re going to beg or if you’re sorry,” He snapped, “You need to be put in your place and understand that everything I do is to protect you”.
“Everything you do is to protect your own ego Mikey,” You said, anger filling your chest again as the memories of that last argument bubbled to the surface, “keeping me under your thumb. Making Keisuke drag me home from my best friend’s house in the middle of the night, in the cold, because I didn’t text you back at midnight. When I was SLEEPING. You have to control everything or you go off the deep end. I mean look at you.” You gestured towards his hair, stepping towards him and threading your fingers through it, moving them all the way back. “Why?”.
“To bother you when you inevitably came back, knew it would,” He said, fighting his eyes from falling closed at the feeling of your nails lightly scratching his scalp as you ran them slowly through the shaved underside, massaging against his head and neck the way you always put him to sleep. You gasped when he suddenly snatched your wrists, pulling your hands away and leveling you with a dark stare.
“So my Angel doesn’t like being controlled huh?” He asked quietly, leaning in until his lips just barely brushed yours. “You don’t mind being paraded around in front of my men in your cute little outfits and dripping with jewelry like whore though, am I right?”.
The slap you delivered to his cheek had his head jerking to the side, an astonished sound leaving him as he turned back to you with a smile.
“Do it again”. You hesitated only a moment before slapping him again, the cracking of your hand against his cheek echoed almost too loudly with the anger fueling the fire behind the hit. Flecks of blood were on his lip when he turned back to you again, and almost crazed desire shining in his eyes, obsidian pools seemingly dragging all the light in around them to shine through like shark eyes. You went to take a step back, foot in motion to move away when one of his arms wrapped around your waist, the other hand sliding down your side, tracing the curves of your body as he smothered you in a desperate kiss. You realized too late what he was doing, where his hand was going when he tugged up the hem of your skirt, realized that he had taken your gun from its holster when you felt the cold metal pressing against your temple.
“Do you know how quick I could end your pretty little life? This is a hair-trigger baby, one miss place of my finger and,” He dug it in just a little harder and you knew it would leave an imprint, “Bang.” the jerk of the gun against your skin had your heart thundering, tears welling in your eyes and breaths moving fast from your lungs in an attempt not to sob. A shiver shook its way down your spine as he dragged the gun from your temple, the barrel running down your cheekbone and jawline to come and rest under your chin. “So pretty, fear looks good on you, almost as good as obedience,”. A loud sob broke your sealed lips finally, tears beginning to stream as the adrenaline began to disappear, leaving only pumping blood and breathless lungs in its wake. “You know I hate it when you cry love,” Mikey said in a softer tone, kissing away the tears, “You just need to do everything I tell you and you can be my good girl again, alright?”. You nod furiously, willing to do anything just to get him to calm down.
“You know I love you right?” He asked, arm around your waist squeezing you against his front as he skimmed his nose across your reddened cheekbone down to press his lips to the flushed tip of your nose, resting his forehead against yours as he began to drag the gun further down your throat to your collarbones. “More than anything in the entire world, do you still love me, baby?”. You nod again. Of course, you still love him, you would always love him.
“I want to hear it,”
“I love you M-Mikey. Always,” You hiccupped on a shaky breath, knees nearly buckling when he put the gun on the meeting table, sliding it away from the both of you.
“Just remember something, for next time you want to act like a brat,” He said, pulling your face in close until your nose brushed his, “Controlling everything so I don’t go off the deep end is for everyone else’s benefit, not mine. Once I don’t care anymore the world is gonna burn”. His gaze grew soft for a moment, “Just like if something ever happened to you”. You wrapped your arms around him, even if you were terrified of this unhinged side of him, you had missed him so much over the last week.
“I missed you,” You said nuzzling into his neck and smelling his cologne, just wanting a moment of normalcy for as long as he'd allow it.
"I know baby, you don't know how much I missed you. I couldn't sleep, barely ate. You almost ruined me," he said, wrapping his own arms around your shoulders and leaning in close to your ear, "so for leaving and nearly killing me you've gotta be punished". You tried not to cry again, knowing it upset him and afraid of what he would do, tried to hold the shaky breaths in and keep the tears from flowing. Anything to keep from provoking him to grab your gun again.
"On your knees," Mikey said with a soft shove to your shoulder. He sank down into his chair again, swiveling to face you on his left side, and beckoned you forward with a curling finger. You shuffled over to him on your knees, hands immediately going to trace up his thighs to his belt. He stayed silent as you worked the latch open, dark eyes following every movement you made down to your shallow breathing, and you couldn't deny that his scrutinizing gaze had heat pooling in your gut. You weren't surprised to see and feel how hard he was through his briefs, his "punishments" for you always had him on edge when he was allowed to use them, the flushed head of his cock already leaking precum when you freed him from his underwear.
"I'm gonna fuck your throat. No complaining and just for the fun of it, No choking. You gag once and the reward I want to give you is out the window, understand?" He asked, shuffling his jeans down to his knees. You nodded, barely able to look away from his twitching cock. His hand struck out against your cheek again, softer this time but still hard enough to make your head spin for a second.
"Use your words," He snapped, rolling his eyes as if he couldn't believe he had to say it again.
"Yes I understand," you said, gritting your teeth against the soft burning of your face.
"No choking remember?" Mikey said with a grin, lacing his fingers into your hair and pulling you forward to swallow his cock. Your hands clutched onto his thighs as the intrusion almost made you gag, your body subconsciously fighting even the water in your eyes to keep from upsetting him. He wasn't merciful as he dragged you up and down his length, the head of his cock punching into the back of your throat every time and sending drool pouring past your lips.
"You've got the best mouth, baby," he groaned, pushing you down until your nose was buried in the light-colored hair at the base, holding you there as you struggled to breathe through your nose. "Always have". He dragged you off and let you gasp for air for a moment, studying your flushed wet face as you took a deep breath in through your nose out through your mouth before turning back to him without his prompting.
"Such a good girl, want to make me cum already huh?" Mikey said with a soft almost proud smile, "get to work then". You were thankful for all the time you had spent with him, knowing exactly what to do with your hands and tongue to have him spilling down your throat in no time. All you had to do was let him use you. You moved one of his hands back to your head, allowing him to thread his fingers into your hair again, while the other hand went to your throat. Feeling the slight bulge in your throat when you took him all the way down, nose flush to his pelvis.
"S-Shit, know exactly how to get me there quick don't you?" He stuttered as your tongue swept across his sensitive slit, the pearly fluid pouring from it gathering against your taste buds as you swallowed around him. You let him hold you there as he thrust up into your mouth, grunts, and moans escaping him as he lost himself against the warmth of your tongue.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum. Gonna fill up that sweet little mouth of yours are you ready?" He said, completely losing it when you looked up at him from between his legs with watery eyes. Mikey came against your tongue with a sharp cry, his thighs twitching under your grasping hands as he filled your mouth nearly to spilling. You could tell he hadn't gotten off in a while due to the copious amounts of cum running down your throat, desperately trying to suck it all down so as not to spill any down your chin. He pulled back to smear the last of it on your lips, a shiver running through him as your tongue licked out against his sensitive skin.
“Greedy,” He murmured breathlessly as he dragged you up, leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours. You both moaned at the contact, his tongue sharing the last of his cum against your tastebuds. “Get up on the table, legs spread,”. You stood from your kneeling position, going to take off your skirt and panties when he snapped his fingers.
“I didn’t say undress. I said Get on the table,” he said when you gave him a questioning look. You jumped up to sit on the table directly in front of his chair like you’ve done a hundred times before. Mickey ran his hands up the outside of your thighs, dragging your skirt up to bunch at your waist pausing at the holster still strapped to your leg. He smirked up at you as he unbuckled it, pressing a wet kiss right where the indent of the strap was on your soft skin. His fingers traced back up your inner thigh to your panty line, tugging them down until he pull them off your foot and discard them somewhere beside him. He groaned as he wrapped his hands around your hips and tugged you forward, pussy finally laid bare for him. The feeling of him immediately sucking down on your clit had you moaning, his tongue dipping down to part your folds and paint his lips with your juices.
“So wet for me already,” He panted, nuzzling his nose against your clit, “Taste like heaven Doll”.
“Mikey, Please,” You whined, angling your hips down to get his mouth on your clit.
“What baby? What is it?” He cooed, running the fingers of his left hand up your dripping slit, “Want to fuck my fingers like a slut?”.
“Yes. Please, Mikey, please” You begged as his index and ring finger teased against your entrance.
“Oh, we’re begging already?” He said with a smile, “I should leave you just like this, desperate. Damn near crying. But I love you so much. And you’ve done a good job for me”. He sank his fingers in and curled them, pressing right against the spongey spot inside of you that had your legs trembling.
“This going to be quick sweetheart, I want to be inside of you,” He said, beginning to thrust his fingers up into you as he latched onto your clit, sucking and licking it until you could barely breathe. Your climax was coiling in your gut, burning like an inferno and making a sweat break out across your forehead.
“F-Fuck Mikey,” You whined, clenching down on his fingers, “ ‘m gonna cum”. The approving rumble against your clit had your toes curling, his name spilling from your lips in an obscene moan. Your head was spinning as you came down from your high, barely able to catch a breath before Mikey was moving to his feet, shedding his shirt and dragging his stiffening cock against you.
“Take off your shirt,” He said bunching the material in his fist. You wiggled up and pulled it off, going behind your back to unclip your bra too before he decided to get impatient and tear it off. Again.
“So beautiful,” He groaned, pressing his lips to yours as he bottomed out, swallowing your moans as you adjusted to the tight fit. His fat cock had always been hard to take at first. He barely pulled out before bulling his way back in with a grunt.
“Sucking me in so good, sweetest pussy in the world.” Mikey panted on a dragged-out moan when you squeezed around him. He kissed his way down your throat as you whined, running his tongue along your collar bone before moving down to your nipple, latching his mouth around it and sucking. His right hand moved up to tug at your other nipple, moaning into your soft flesh as he rutted down into you, your wetness running down to pool on the table beneath your ass.
“Don’t you ever leave me again, you hear me? Your mine,” He panted, his cheeks flushed as drool ran down his chin.
“Yes Mikey, I’m sorry, only yours,” You moaned as his hips snapped harshly against yours, no doubt bruising your cervix.
“That’s right baby,” He groaned, the fingers of his left hand squeezing bruises into your hip, “want you to cum around my cock, want to fill you up, breed you full, love”. He was mumbling into your breast as he sucked, practically fucking you into the table until your legs were over his shoulders and back flat against the wood surface.
“Please Mikey let me cum. Can I? Can I milk your cock?” you begged, burying your hands in his hair and tugging.
“Please baby,” He moaned, leaning up to suck a bruise against your throat. You came with a scream, your nails scratching red lines across the pale skin of his back. The conflicting pain and pleasure were what tipped him over, the sweet burn of your nails making his cock twitch and he came with a moan of your name, filling you with so much hot cum that it began dribbling out around him.
“I missed you, so much. You can’t leave me again baby, never again,” He said breathlessly, kissing across your sweaty face as he still softly thrust his hips.
“I won’t. I promise,” You said, grabbing his face in your hands and kissing him, his body melting under your touch. You both sat there for a moment, his legs trembling with over-sensitivity as you both tried to catch your breath and slow your hearts.
“I do need you to remember one more thing though,” Mikey said laying his forehead against yours before pulling back and helping you to sit up. “Being with the top gang leader in Tokyo means you have a target on your back at all times, you need to grow up and remember that y/n”.
“Mikey I still carry a packet of fruit snacks in my purse for you,” You said, pressing a kiss to his nose, “Who really needs to grow up here?”.
