Uramichi never thought his apartment could feel alive.
But now it's different.
There’s a mug you insisted on buying sitting crookedly on the shelf because “it looks happier that way.” A blanket draped over the couch that somehow always smells like your shampoo. Little things hair ties, notes, random decorations tucked into corners.
Every part of his home reminds him that someone else exists here. Someone warm. Someone soft
He doesn’t say it out loud, he’s not good at that but he notices everything.
Like how you always kiss him goodbye before leaving or how you wrinkle your nose every time you catch him smoking.
Again?” you’d say, already stepping closer.
He’d sigh, already expecting a lecture but instead, you’d take the cigarette from his hand, put it out, and then kiss him .
Now, he finds himself reaching for cigarettes less.
He falls asleep with his arm around you, his hand always finds you in the dark, pulling you just a little closer, like confirming you’re still there.
Sometimes he buries his face into your shoulder. Sometimes he just rests his forehead against your back.
Uramichi never thought happiness would look like this.
But now that it’s here he doesn’t want to go back.
° warnings: ig like a teeeeeeny bit of angst if you squint?? just a small fight that gets resolved, not explicit but suggestive content for sure, cussing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of being drunk, maybe a little ooc uramichi? but i imagine him to be stiff through text, mentions of marriage :3, reader is lwk a menace
° notes: i'll keep this fandom alive guys don't you worry, not proofread! fuck it we ball.
Uramichi Omota felt something more than tolerance for his coworker.
contains: Uramichi being awkward about emotions as per ush. just sweet stuff.
wc: 771
“Uramichi!! You there?”
You opened the door to his green room before he even finished replying. You were more than okay with anything that could await you on the other side of the door. He was almost never ready when you knocked, yet he always let you in.
You never seemed to mind when he met you with the dreariest look known to man, or finding him blankly staring at the wall during breaks. You’ve even walked in to find him midway through strangling Usahara and still came in, greeting him with your usual warm smile—never forced, just the right amount of excitement and familiarity—it made him feel more at ease than any amount of alcohol ever could.
Not that he’s ever said this to you, this was just one of those thoughts that never made it past his blunt and far too honest mouth.
He was standing shirtless in front of his vanity, prodding over sore muscles after a long day of recording that started with showing off his gymnastic abilities, jumping around in all sort of flashy ways for as long as Derekida wanted him to—which was for entirely too long—and ended with a ridiculously tiring scene where he had to be tackled into the ground by Iketeru for their new fan favorite segment about evil germs. He had a couple red spots on the back of his torso, likely from the multiple takes of the harsh fall.
You closed the door behind you before walking up to him, rambling on.
“Utano said you have those extra strong pain killers around. Could you please, please give me one I have the worst headache you could ever-”
You stopped yourself with a stifled giggle at the sight in front of you. “That compression stuff you put on is all wrong.”
“Of course it is.” His tone plain and defeated.
Before he could move to comply with your medicinal request, he felt your hand rest on his shoulder blade while your head peered over his side to look at the vanity, every inch of him tensing firmly in place.
“Do you have more? Oh! Here.” You reached for the unused tape already cut in stripes on his desk. His eyes were glued to your every move through the mirror with furrowed brows until you disappeared behind his well-built frame.
You gently removed the messed-up piece he had tried to put on himself.
“Were you trying to get it over here?” Your question was emphasized by tracing a line over where the prior piece had been halfway placed over, touching as softly as you could over the reddened skin, trying not to prod at any soreness.
“Yes.” His response came with bated breath, struggling to mask how uneasy his entire body language was.
Carefully and with adequate precision you placed the tape over the line you had traced along his lower back.
"Was that the only one you were going to put on?”
“Yes.” It wasn’t, but Uramichi was certain that if you touched him that gingerly again his eyes would start welling up in a way he wouldn’t be able to conceal.
“Arighty. You can always ask me if you ever need help with that, you know. I’m only one door over.” You offered when he finally turned to meet your gaze. It was honest. You weren’t just sliding it in to seem nice; there was no need to attempt impressing him like that. You were truthfully offering him your help. Him, out of all people, being offered your help, your time, you. Maybe it was time for him to start believing God existed after all.
The sound of your hands clasping together knocked him out of his inner enthusiasm. “Now, about that pain killer.”
“Right, yeah. I do have those.” He quickly looked through his drawers, handing you the whole box with a sheepish smile.
“I’ll take just the one, I think.” You laughed, taking out one pill and handing back the box. "My savior." You squeezed his forearm in appreciation before making your way to the door, refraining from hugging him in his half naked state, much to his dismay.
“You’re coming for drinks later?” You asked before you were fully out of the door.
Uramichi had planned to go straight back home that evening.
“I’ll be there.”
It seems plans change.
-
The rest of that break he spent as usual, staring into the vast void of the floor, but this time without his usual internal monologue of infinite despair. Instead, with a head full of you, a fuzzy feeling in his chest, and a stupid smile.
a/n: Hi anon, thank you for your request! I hope you enjoy and please remember to take care of yourself if you find yourself in this situation ❤️🩹
Uramichi Omota
He found you at 2 AM still hunched over your desk, eyes burning, running on nothing but caffeine and spite. You didn't hear him come in until his hand closed over yours, stopping you mid-sentence on whatever you were typing. "How long?..." His voice was flat in that particular way that meant he was irritated. "It doesn't matter, I'm almost done," you said, trying to pull your hand back. "That's not what I asked." He spun your chair around to face him, and the shadows under his eyes mirrored your own.
"You're a hypocrite," you told him, and his jaw went tight. "Yeah. I am." He pulled you up from the chair, ignoring your protests, and wrapped his arms around you so tight you swore you heard your ribs creak. "That's exactly why I know what this does to a person." His mouth pressed against your temple, your cheek, then the corner of your eye. "I'm not watching you burn out the way I did, I won't." His hand cradled the back of your head, firm and uncompromising. "Whatever this is, it can wait until tomorrow. You're coming to bed." You tried to argue, telling him you just needed one more hour. He simply lifted you, throwing you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing. "Wasn't a request."
Iketeru Daga
You didn't expect him to notice, Iketeru missed obvious things all the time after all. But when you grabbed the counter to steady yourself, vision swimming, he was there in an instant, his hands catching your elbows, his face full of worry. "You're shaking," he said, with none of his usual airy lightness. "When did you last eat? When did you sleep!?" You opened your mouth and nothing came out because honestly, you couldn't remember.
"No," he said, surprisingly firm. "This isn't okay." He guided you away from whatever you'd been doing, pulling you down onto the couch and pulling you against his chest. "I can take care of myself, Iketeru," you tried, but he shook his head. "You take care of everyone except you. You think I don't see it, but I do." His arms wrapped around you, "I know I'm not smart about a lot of things, but I'm smart about you." His lips found your hairline. "Rest for a bit, please. I'll still be here when you wake up." One hand stroked down your back slowly.
Tobikichi Usahara
He came back from the convenience store run still complaining about how Kumatani had made him pay for everything again, but the grumbling died in his throat when he saw you. You were hunched over, breathing hard, hands braced on your thighs. "Whoa, whoa, hey." The plastic bag hit the floor and he was in front of you, ducking to catch your eyes. "What happened!? What did you do?" You shook your head, tried to straighten up. "Nothing. I just pushed a little too hard at the gym, I'm fine--" His hands landed on your shoulders and pushed you firmly onto the nearest chair.
"You're not fine, you look like Uramichi-senpai after he tries to relive his glory days and throws out his back." He was hovering, fidgeting, and felt completely out of his depth. "Why do you do this? You're already--" He gestured at all of you, flustered. "You don't need to kill yourself trying to change anything." You told him it wasn't that simple. "Then explain it to me. Later though. After you drink this." He shoved a sports drink into your hands from the fallen bag. "And eat something--And sit there until you stop looking like you're about to pass out." He dropped onto the floor in front of you, arms crossed over your knees, chin resting on top. "I'm watching you now. You can't get rid of me. I'm annoying like that."
Mitsuo Kumatani
You thought you'd gotten away with it. You'd been careful, keeping your voice steady and your movements normal whenever he was around. But Kumatani had a way of seeing through things. He found you sitting on the kitchen floor at midnight, too dizzy to stand, and he didn't say a word. Just crouched down across from you, arms resting on his knees, and waited. "I overdid it," you finally admitted. "Yeah, obviously." he said.
The silence sat between you, but it wasn't uncomfortable. He reached out and pressed two fingers to your wrist, checking your pulse like it was the most natural thing in the world. "Your heart's racing." You laughed weakly and told him that might just be because of him. His mouth twitched, barely. "Funny," he said sarcastically before he shifted and sat beside you against the cabinets. "I quit two jobs because people didn't know when to stop pushing." His head tipped back against the wood. "Even threw punches over it..." He turned to look at you, "Rest, don't make me fight you over that."
Hanbee Kikaku
One moment he was smiling, asking about your day, the next moment his whole demeanor shifted like a switch had flipped. His eyes locked onto the way you were favoring your leg, the tremor in your hands, the dark circles you'd tried to cover up. "You look fucking terrible." He said bluntly without remorse. You tried to wave him off, said it was nothing, you'd just been busy. His smile came back, but it was wrong. Sharp. "Busy. Riiight. So busy you forgot you're a human being with a body that has limits."
"Kikaku, it's really not--" He grabbed your wrist, "Sit." You sat. He stayed standing, looming over you, arms crossed, one foot tapping an agitated rhythm. Then he exhaled hard through his nose and the anger seemed to collapse into something tired. He dropped down beside you, elbows on his knees, head hanging. "My ex said she'd be fine too. Right before she stopped answering my calls entirely." He laughed, "My bandmates said they could handle the schedule. Then they quit on me overnight." He turned his head just enough to look at you sideways. "Everyone's fine until they're gone. So forgive me if I don't believe you." His hand found your knee and squeezed. "I'll be angry about this later. Right now I just need you to be okay."
an uramichi x reader bulleted storyline because i’m utterly obsessed with this man and because ideas keep coming to me .✦ ݁˖
* you meet uramichi through your brother. your brother is a mascot and you were only stopping by mhk because he had left something at home and had asked you to retrieve it for him.
* when you got there, usahara and kumatani came across you talking to your brother. usahara being the guy he is demanded to know who you were because you were drop dead gorgeous (he was scared that your brother might’ve somehow gotten a girlfriend before he did)
* you leave shortly after but not until after uramichi comes across you while looking for kumatani and usahara because they’re missing rehearsal. he thinks that you really are pretty and gets filled in on who you are.
* uramichi thinks: you’re pretty but your the sister of his junior coworker so clearly he shouldn’t think anymore of you because (he fears) it would be offensive to your brother and their friendship. you really are pretty though..
* like uramichi’s bad luck goes with everybody, he runs into you more often after encountering you once, he thinks nothing of you still but the thought of you being super pretty and having a decent personality (from what he’s seen) is cool (he guesses).
* the real issue for uramichi doesn’t occur until your brother brings you along for drinks at an after party (that uramichi is forced to attend again). you were so sweet there. you got along with all of the cast, even the more difficult ones. you didn’t let their oddness discourage you from interacting with them and you don’t even treat usahara disrespectfully when he hits on you. you shut him down in the nicest way possible but the blonde manages to get you to open up about your love life and past in general a little and it’s then that uramichi realizes that you’re his type.
* uramichi acknowledges something about himself. he’s never taken the time to think about his type of woman or person he’d like to be with. he’s always been to engrossed in his responsibilities that he’s never been able to imagine him spending any amount of time with another person. for some reason though, after hearing you talk about your perspectives on love, he feels like you may be something that would be good for him.
* but that brings him to the biggest obstacle in himself. uramichi still believes that he shouldn’t advance on you out of respect for your brother but if it wasn’t for that, he’d only be stopped by the fear that he’s not worth your time.
* uramichi convinces himself (more than he already has) that you wouldn’t enjoy spending time with him. he feels like his depression and gloomy attitude would drive you away quickly or at the very least, eventually.
* the next few times you two cross paths, uramichi tries to stay strong with his ideals but finds himself seeking your time and attention more often. you of course find some feelings festering up for uramichi in yourself and seek him out more often.
* you eventually confess to uramichi that he might also be your exact type. you tell him that you acknowledge that someone like him more than likely wouldn’t be the healthiest in a relationship but despite that, you still want to be with him and you feel selfish for that. uramichi agrees with you on him not being healthy but also finds that his urges overpower his logic.
* even with that cleared though, uramichi worries about what your brother might say and you tell him that you’re grown and your brother can’t dictate who you get with (plus you don’t think he’d care).
* uramichi then keeps this newfound information of you in mind as he hangs out with you a few more times (just for safety and so that you’re sure you actually like uramichi because he feels that he’s already sure (somewhat))
* you two make it official in the comfort of his home when the drinks weigh too heavy on your mind and both of you start mindlessly confessing everything, ending with you staying the night (and maybe sleeping together (i haven’t decided) but definitely making out somewhere along the time)
This story is a smut story for Kinktober, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for Kinktober and if you want to see a character please let me know...
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🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞
Summary: early mornings are difficult and you just wanna be close to your lover, however there’s a time and place…
Word count: 1.2k
CW: NSFW and adult content, chair sex, table sex, breast play, slight fingering, dirty talk, swearing, hitting, slight violence.
Your fingers dug into Uramichi’s hair as you rolled your hips, you moaned and kissed his lips as he held your hips, guiding them, “you wrap around me so good” he hummed, his voice hoarse from the early morning.
Uramichi rested his head back on the back of the chair at his vanity and his hands holding your ass as he moved you up and down him in a quicker pace, you whined and pressed your face into his shoulder, “you need to be quiet, they’ll hear us for sure” he huffed and bounced you quicker now chasing his release, you knew you both probably shouldn’t have been doing this in here, at work in Uramichi’s dressing room.
But when you saw Uramichi this morning, with his tired eyes and messy hair, you couldn’t help yourself.
You leant right back and lost yourself in Uramichi’s rhythm as his took you, he stood and sat you on his vanity as he began fucking you harder, causing his upper thighs to bump into the vanity making it shake and hit the wall with every thrust, your body shuttered as you felt your orgasm suddenly hit you, your body quivered and your walls tightened, Uramichi grunted and rolled his head back as his eyes fluttered shut, you felt him throb before he hugged you tight to his chest and sat back into the chest.
Uramichi relaxed back in the chair with you sitting on his lap, you gently traced your fingers against his muscular chest and stomach, “are you trying to tease me?” He hummed and you laughed, “no I think you’re teasing me, with this body” you sighed and grabbed the sides of his face pulling him into your chest.
Uramichi grabbed your breasts in his hands, licking and suckling your nipples as he massaged the flesh, “so tasty” he hummed and sent a vibration through your chest and down to your cuck that still had him nesting deep inside, “you just squeezed me… you want to go again?” He questioned and you nodded shifting yourself back into his vanity, you moved your legs up and let him hook his arms under your legs keeping them up, your lifted your arms up over the vanity mirror as Uramichi leant in and kissed your neck, his hips moved slowly and with reason, “we should hurry… otherwise people will start wondering, a scandal might start” he groaned in your ear and letting his fingers slip between the both of you as he started rubbing your clit, you squeezed him tight making you both moaned and huffed as your orgasms built quickly.
Just as you felt yourself falling over the edge, the door to Uramichi’s dressing room swung open, “hey Uramichi, have you seen-“ Usahara asked but was cut off by the scene in front of him, you screeched and moved to cover your chest that was most definitely exposed to him, but before the man had a chance to reach he had a pen holding flying in his direction and only just missing him, “get out!” Uramichi yelled and picked up the small potted plant, but before he could throw it the door slammed shut and you both heard frantic shifting outside the door, you and Uramichi pulled apart and started dressing, you buttoned up your shirt and pulled your dress up over your shoulders, however as you finished Uramichi was already walking to the door, he pulled the door open so quickly that Usahara jumped and almost fell over, the man tried to run but was grabbing by the scruff of his rabbit costume, “how many goddamn times do I have to I tell you… fucking knock and wait, don’t just walk in you stupid bastard” Uramichi yelled out a string of curses at the man and you winced at his tone, “to be fair, you probably shouldn’t have been doing that here” he chuckled and you shook your head, Uramichi’s grip on him tightened and he shook him ever so slightly, suddenly Usahara seemed to release the danger he just got himself into, he frantically tried to pull himself way and even called for Kumatani to help him, however after getting a glimpse of the situation he was smart enough to just simply ignored him, “did you see them?” Uramichi asked surprisingly calm, you and Usahara knew what he was referring to, the man shook his head vigorously, “no no, I didn’t seem them…” he spilled out the word like vomit, “and how much did you see?” He said pulling the other up to his feet, “nothing… I didn’t see a thing” he looked at you and back as Uramichi, before he was released and ran off in the direction Kumatani left in.
You smiled and waved goodbye to the children with your coworkers, you felt Utano lean into you, “hey do you really have a tattoo on your side?” She asked and you looked at her with wide eyes, “where do you hear that?” You asked and she shrugged before pointing to one of the girls from wardrobe, “did she say where she heard it from?” You questioned and Utano nodded “yeah, Usahara is spinning this wild story that you and Uramichi were… you know… this morning” she sighed and shook her head, “the tattoo was more believable then the sex part” she chuckled and watched the horror wash over your face, “oh god, is it all true?” She raised her voice and ever looked over at you as if already knowing what the conversation was about, you shook your head and grabbed her shoulders, “stop talking… it’s not like that” you dropped your head and slumped your shoulders, “oh right… sorry” she gave you a hug and pulled back, “you might wanna talk to Usahara, because he’s telling anyone who’ll listen about your ‘boobs’” she sighed and you rolled your eyes.
You left in search on Usahara and found him almost inside, as he was walking down the corridor with Kumatani and Iketeru, he was making wild hand gestures and was very loudly talking about you and Uramichi, from things like sizes of everything to the pace and position, “and you know she has a tattoo under your left boob, it’s a bird with a flower, oh and she has another one on her upper thigh” he laughed and you heard Kumatani grumble for him to shut up as Iketeru just nodded along, “hey Usahara…” you shouted and watched him freeze before turning around to face you, you walking up to him and pulling your fist back before swinging it forward and making contact, the man cried out and crumpled onto the floor grabbing his crotch, you in all honesty were aiming for his stomach but this worked to.
“you wanna see what happened when a sausage gets stepped on… keep talking and you’ll find out” you hissed and grabbed the collar of his costume, “you really are an idiot” you grumbled and let go of him before storming off, however to quickly stopped and turned back, “and if you ever start spreading rumours like that again, I’ll tell everyone how small you felt when I hit you” you hissed out for everyone to hear and he nodded still cupping himself.
nsfw, uramichi omota X reader, minors dni | tags: raw, hurt/comfort
My guy is pretty cold towards the act, really. Depression works this way, you know. But sometimes... Sometimes situations happen when he's left miserable and desperate for your soft touch.
It often happens after a particularly hard day at work. You can learn he had one based on the clinking of beer bottles he brought with him, when he comes through the door of your shared flat. You come to greet him, worriedly, observing him as he undresses.
"Rough day?" you ask. He doesn't answer. That's okay.
You come to the kitchen to prepare some light dinner. Meanwhile sounds of TV on can be heard with today's rerun of the morning episode. Uramichi himself though is silent, he's even quieter on the rough days.
You finally come to the living room with dinner. Carefully approaching him, as if he was a wild animal, you pat him on his tensed shoulders. Slowly you start to massage them, kissing his temple occasionally. Slowly he comes to relax to your touch, sighing gratefully.
"Wanna talk about it?" you ask quietly.
"Not really." he downs the remains of his bottle in one big sip, focusing his gaze on TV.
You pat him one last time and shift away from him to eat. He lets you. After you're both done, you stand up to clean, but he catches your hand.
"Stay with me, please? We can clean tomorrow morning..."
You sit back down. He nudges you to sit in his lap and you both continue to watch some meaningless show about bears and tuna.
"I really don't deserve you." you hear him mutter. Turning towards him, you see his pained expression and cold gaze. "Maybe we should break up."
Your breath hitches. You force yourself to calm down.
"Why?" you ask him, your calmness returned. You two have been together through a lot. Like hell you're letting him go this easily.
"You could find someone better, someone more dependable. Someone who could help you more. Who doesn't drink. Who doesn't make a fool of themselves on a goddamn children show... " as he speaks, you cup his face, making him look at you, pain in his gaze even more evident now.
"Oh, baby," you shift towards him, "but I don't need nobody else. I chose you. I want you. And there's nobody and nothing that can tell me otherwise." You kiss him on his cheek, caressing him and smiling. "Besides, can you imagine me going through the same amount of opening up as I did with you? No thanks."
You kiss him one more time, wrapping your hands around his neck.
"I only love you. And you know how deep in this I am. And I wouldn't want it any other way." you pull him closer to you, feeling his hands holding you unsurely, "You're handsome, you're smart, you're kind, you're understanding... I can't imagine someone better for me."
You stay like this for a while, embracing him as he holds you. You listen to his breath calming down and feel his hands caressing your sides as if you were made of glass. You lean back to take a look at him and notice his frown relaxing.
"I really don't deserve you." he smiles softly in the end, observing your face with almost worshipping love. You scoff.
"I won't repeat it, you know it's not true." he laughs and pulls you closer for a quick chaste kiss. And then another one.
Few innocent kisses turn into few not-so-innocent ones. And suddenly you feel his hands gliding under your shirt, his lips on your neck grazing dangerously close to that one particular spot. Your thighs on both sides of him, mounting him, as you rock against him unconsciously. His ears red, pupils dilated, he looks at you with a silent plea.
"Uramichi..." you whisper breathless. You see something in him breaking as he chases your lips.
His fingers slide down to your hips, wetness between them already apparent. He slowly moves the waistband of your home shorts and underwear out of the way in one torturing motion. You gasp when he finally reaches your core.
"All this... for me?" he whispers softly, sucking your wetness from his fingers and returning to kiss you deeply. You moan in reassurance. His fingers find their way back to your pussy, two of them entering freely.
You whimper, lost in sensation. His hardness pokes at your thigh, promising you sweet release.
"'Michi, I need you." you whisper into his lips desperately, tugging at his belt. He breathes out heavily, helping you free his length, pulling the shirt off in the process.
He's throbbing. Head painfully red, vein delicious and thumping, his cock perfect for you. Losing no time you rush the tip inside of your clenching walls. Sweet moan leaves your lungs as you feel him filling you completely.
"Love, wait." he grunts "I don't think I can pull..." you feel him staining your insides before he finishes, the feeling rushing you over your own high. Riding him through your orgasms, you're far too engaged to pay your mind to his obvious worries.
Your gaze falls on Uramichi. Your poor depressed boyfriend is beautiful right now, flushed, and breathless, abs stained by his precum and your wetness, hands groping your thighs, basically moving you with ease, as if you were but a toy. His body glistens with sweat, muscles he built with Spartan diligence flexing, sending your mind to unethical highs. His eyes notice your gaze and darken, his lips catch yours in another bruising kiss.
His musky scent, his firm touch, his gaze with lustful haze, it all makes your head spin. You're getting closer to your peak by the second.
It is later, when you're lying tiredly in his arms on the floor of your living room, that the thought about it crosses your mind. Maybe it is time for you and 'Michi to finally get a child of your own.
