Pd: English is not my first language so there may be mistakes, thousand apologies.
Manjiro Sano
“Hey, Mikey" you kept your chin and forearms on the handlebars of his motorcycle. When your boyfriend heard your voice, he leaned over and hugged you with both of his arms. He rested his chest on your back.
“Mhm?” you felt his nose on your neck and some of your hair, you stirred a little.
“How about...? you turned around while still sitting on the bike. Now facing Mikey you smiled from ear to ear. He looked at you confused.
Yes...? what's wrong?" his frown deepened and his hands stretched out to lie on either side of your waist.
“This...“ you didn't know how to say it, but curiosity had been killing you for a long time just thinking about it. He had just finished his meeting with the ToMan and now they were alone in that forest near the Musashi Shrine.
I think you know what you wanted.
After not wanting to say it you simply decided to act. You moved close enough to hug Manjiro's neck and sat almost astride him. Your boyfriend still didn't understand anything, but still his hands instinctively went to your ass, over your skirt.
They were on their bike, you knew that perfectly well. But shit, you wanted to do something new.
So, after getting as comfortable as possible, with your legs dangling on either side of him while Mikey was still sitting and clinging to your ass, you decided to kiss your beloved boyfriend.
In general, when you're in the mood for this kind of moment, Mikey doesn't talk much unless he's in a really good mood. When he felt your extensive, wet kisses wouldn't stop was when his hands held your thighs and gripped them tightly.
The pressure of his fingers made you cut off the kiss on an audible moan.
“You want to do it here?" you smiled more willingly as you noticed his quickened breathing. You nodded at his question, putting on the most innocent expression possible. “Are you serious? Aren't you ashamed?”
“Do you?”
“No" he quickly blurted out before smiling and attacking your mouth again.
Manjiro would never ever refuse something like this. If it were up to him, he'd fuck you anytime, anywhere.
He held your thighs guiding you up, his slender hands touched the material of your panties and went straight to the center of them. Meanwhile, you held his neck and moved your hips over his crotch, that friction made Manjiro grunt.
His hands returned to your ass, each on one cheek of it, and he pulled you back into him. You left his mouth to drop your face to his bare neck, silenced your moans by crushing his skin with your lips.
The blond continued to move you as he pleased, his hips moving closer to yours and meeting you halfway for exquisite contact between the two sexes.
He thought about removing your skirt but dismissed it immediately, it would be no impediment for him to fuck you the way he wants.
After a few more rubs, Manjiro brought his hands to his pants to release that erection that was already becoming too much of a nuisance for him. They were so close together that your skirt covered his crotch perfectly.
“Hey, Mikey, Emma told me to answer your cell phone" you squealed when you heard Draken's voice so close. Your boyfriend's friend appeared through the trees and stared at them as if nothing was happening.
“Kenchin, I'm busy now" Mikey grunted in your direction. While he kept you close to him with one of his hand on your back, the other went to his member to reinsert it under his pants. “Fucking asshole”
“Answer your sister, Mikey" he shook his head after rolling his eyes for a few seconds in pure irritation. He turned and walked back the way he came. "And do your dirty business at home.”
“He shows up when he's least expected... I'll scratch his bike tomorrow" Mikey continued to complain based on the anger of having interrupted his moment.
Everything had happened so fast that you could hardly understand what had happened. When you stopped hugging Mikey's neck to pull away, he quickly stopped you and brought your arms around his neck again. He grumbled close to your face and left a chaste kiss on your mouth again.
“Oh no, fuck Kenchin and whatever he says" he commanded, pulling your body close to his. "Let's move on”
Rindo Haitani
“But... Your brother is at home” you held onto his shoulders as he bent down to pull down your panties.
“No, relax.”
He successfully pulled down your underwear, you were already bare at the top so you were finally naked in front of your boyfriend. God, he always dreamed of the image he had in front of him. You were irresistible to him. “Move more to the back and let me see you, can you?" he asked, finishing with a slight bite on his lower lip.
You turned to him and crawled to the edge of the bed. Rindo followed your movements and rested his hands on your hips as you moved to a more comfortable position. He indicated for your hands to hold onto the backrest and your knees to spread apart a little.
Amidst naughty laughter, you obeyed.
He left short kisses on your back, in a straight line up to the nape of your neck. The grip he had on your hips never lessened.
“What a pretty girl I have here, isn't she" he whispered against your right ear, his nose brushing your hair. His hands left your hips, placed one on your lower abdomen and the other slipped further down, searching for your clitoris. "I've barely touched you and you're already like this.... ________, I didn't think you were like that”
You let a lazy laugh fall from your lips. Rindo stroked your nerve point with his fingertips, circular motions that made you moan.
“Do it again." He ordered, now speeding up his movements and stretching out his ring finger to touch your cavity, thrusting little by little. You moaned again, this time louder “Yes.... mmh, honey, if you do it a little louder no problem.”
You let out a slight moan again as a hard onslaught lashed your insides. He was preparing you before he rammed into you, before filling you with his powerful member.
The action repeated again for quite a while, just stroking and ramming inside you. Sweat ran down your forehead from the pleasure you were feeling, everything went so hot. Your hands pressed tighter and tighter against the back of the bed, your forehead resting against the wood as you moaned.
Rindo doesn't have enough patience for many things. In truth, of the Haitani brothers, he was the most impatient. So after a few minutes he couldn't take it anymore and pulled his underwear down past his thighs. His back straightened to masturbate his member a couple of times and then he leaned close to your back.
“Can you take me, baby" he whispered coquettishly near your ear. The tip of his member already brushing your folds, spreading them apart in search of your sensitive clitoris. "Are you ready?”
You pushed your butt back, before it rammed inside you from that slight movement, Rindo held your butt in place. He clicked his tongue, still close to your ear. You didn't see him, but he was shaking his head with a rather mischievous grin.
“Then yes" he crooned, caressing your ass, his free hand still holding his member and moving it cautiously around your intimacy. "I just need a "yes" go ahead, tell me. I like to hear your pretty voice.
You said it, yes you did.
“Hey Rindo, guess what opened its doors this afternoon" Ran opened the door, as reckless as ever. You heard Rindo growl near your ear, instead, your face reddened. “¡The amusement park is up and running!”
It wasn't the first time it had happened but... damn, what a disaster.
“Brother, let me fuck my girlfriend in peace" Rindo grabbed one of the blankets off to the side and pulled back to cover you with it. You lay down in a second. You watched as he turned and stared angrily at him, his arms folded against his chest. “TOUCH THE FUCKING DOOR, RAN.”
“Ah, you're an exaggerator" he rolled his eyes for a second. Seeing you, blushing and with only your eyes in sight, he raised his hand and waved it in the air. “Hi, _______!”
“GO AWAY, RAN!" Rindo reached for a pillow and fluttered it in his direction.
The older one simply started laughing and hid behind the door to keep the pillow from reaching him.
“I was just coming to tell the news. How ungrateful..." Rindo let out another scream of pure irritation. “Have a good time.” This time Rindo bent down to grab a slipper and threw it hard at him. Too bad Ran had already closed the door and fled.
Haruchiyo Akashi
You stopped his hand, your fingers tightened on his wrist and tried to push him away from between your legs.
Sanzu resisted, but decided to leave it on your thigh, he squeezed your flesh with his fingers firmly enough to elicit a slight moan from you. “Stop it...” the light tone with which that word came out surprised you. You could hardly speak for every action of Sanzu.
You were sitting on his lap, but not necessarily in his fucking house by any means. You were thankful that your boyfriend had wrapped you in a blanket, a product of your cold.
“This shit won't turn on" Rindo knocked behind the television.
“Maybe if you hit him harder it will work" Sanzu smiled as he hugged you closer to him. His hand was strained under the blanket, none of the guys in the room noticed.
Or maybe yes, but I'd just be hugging you, wouldn't I?
You hid your face in his neck and snuggled into his chest. Sanzu left a kiss on your forehead and caressed your thigh gently.
“Come on... let me touch at least a little bit" he asked in a whisper, his hand running up your thighs.
You looked into his eyes and went down to his scars, you brought your hand to his cheek and your thumb caressed near his mouth. Sanzu raised his eyebrows and smiled lifting one of his corners, his face moved closer to your hand. He liked your caresses and openly admitted it whenever he could.
“Yes?" he asked the previous thing he had said. You did some thinking.
Rindo plopped down on a seat in the dining room and the others stopped looking at their cell phones to watch TV.
Turning off the lights in the living room, you lowered your hand from his face and left it on his chest. Haruchiyo's lustful look was not long in coming. Now he could set his dirty plans in motion.
His hand was creeping upwards, up your bare thigh from your tight, short skirt. From the height of his neck you could see part of his smiling face, your boyfriend was watching the tv as he was now pulling down your panties.
He just brushed you over your panties and you already felt a warmth in your nether region, and when your boyfriend touched skin to skin your delicate intimacy, that warmth spread all over. Haruchiyo was not one to go slow, fuck no, with two of his fingers he parted your skin and inserted his middle finger inside you. You bit your lip and closed your eyes. This time you hugged your boyfriend as you lay hidden in his neck.
He rolled his hips upward to let you witness that just by touching you, you were already making him hard. His fingers slid inside up to his knuckles, up to that point. Sanzu felt great doing this in front of other people, it was a rare feeling that urged him to go further.
The lonely seat they were in, you on top of him with your legs together on one side, now hugging him... anyone would say they were just having a nice couple moment. Sanzu with his free hand covered your body more with that blanket. Even though you no longer felt cold you certainly needed that cloth wrapped around you.
You heard a couple of complaints from the others, all of them complaining about a scene in the movie.
“She is sleeping" Sanzu's soft voice was present. Apparently someone had asked for you.
He continued to ram with now two of his fingers, curling them inside you, causing you to end up biting his neck lightly. They were not to hear you, nor could they hear you even sigh deeply. You pressed your hand into his back, feeling his firmness, his bones marked by being slender. You shivered from the pleasure, from the heat that was slowly invading every cell in you.
"Kiss me" Sanzu turned his face, now his head blocking the view of you to the others.
The instant you touched his lips with yours, he expanded your insides and slipped another finger inside. You bit his lip painfully, quieting your moans and trying not to let anyone hear, you would die of embarrassment if it happens. Your hands tightened on his shirt as you felt the climax. Your arousal soaked your boyfriend's hand, lines of your wetness running from his back to wrist.
“Sanzu?”
The boy turned to the other side, looking at the one who had called him.
He could not hide that arrogant smile, even now it was plastered on his face.
“What?" he blurted out. You lay still on his neck, pretending you were still sleeping.
There was a rather disturbing silence. But your boyfriend still had his hand under the covers, between your legs. Now his hand slowly stroking the inside of your thigh, trying to calm your body from the previous orgasm.
“Forget it" said the other boy.
Sanzu shook his head and again saw in front. You observed his profile and the minimal smile he had right now.
The next thing you did was to bring your hand to your pants and unzip them. At that moment you lifted your face a little, brought your mouth close to his ear.
“W-what do you think you're doing" you whispered, settling back down and pretending to wake up. Sanzu only let out a faint shh as he looked at you out of the corner of his eye.
Izana Kurokawa
“You look so fucking pretty despite having my cock in your mouth" Izana complimented, stroking behind your neck with her firm hand.
You relaxed your throat, your body stopped tensing and you simply pushed yourself closer to him, his member going further.
They were in the back of a bar. Hopefully you had the moon to illuminate what was going on around you, or in this case, to illuminate Izana's pretty face. Her face was so relaxed, her eyes glistening with excitement as she looked down as your mouth cupped her member and every once in a while you noticed her swallowing saliva.
His hips swaying in circles, he slowed his movements and sought to catch some of your hair to keep it from interfering with his magnificent view. He gave a loud grunt and his head fell back.
“Fuck...“ her breathing accelerated. While you were taking him with your mouth, Izana caressed the entire length of your jaw. “let it go deeper, cutie.”
He looked at you again and with his thumb he wiped some of your saliva that was dripping from the corner of your mouth.
His hand wrapped around the base of your member and on the next thrust you tried to push it in even further. Your throat made exquisite pressure on Izana. He touched that edge of your mouth and helped you with the thrusts, now fucking between your lips faster.
Within minutes he cum in your mouth, he was not ashamed to let out a loud gasp accompanied by an insult in the air. The next thing that happened was he grabbed your hands and pulled you up and then turned you around. He pressed you against his abdomen, your lower back feeling his member and slightly moistening your dress.
Just as you were about to bring up that article of clothing, the door to the bar was opened by the person you least expected.
“Hey, you guys..." they saw Hanma peek out and look at them. In spite of the darkness, they could see that Izana had her pants down to her knees: "You dirty pair.... Anyway, we're leaving now, leader," he waved his hand and smiled mockingly, "See you later. Bye, ________.
DISCULPAME MUCHO, TE HICE UNA PETICIÓN Y NO LE HABIA DADO CUENTA QUE HACES PURO CONTENDIO +18 IGNORA LA PETICIÓN PORFA😭
(Y hasta ahorita me di cuenta que hablas español, que pena, yo traduciendo todo😞)
Nooo jajaja no hago solamente escenarios +18! Solo que es lo que más atrae al público 🤣🤭🤭 De todas formas no tengo otra petición tuya, envíamela nuevamente 💖
Últimamente no estoy escribiendo escenarios pero apenas esté desocupada lo haré 🤗
It’s like he has his fetishes written all over his forehead, don’t you think? (Or maybe on his chest… haha). Without a doubt, he needs you to give him exactly what he wants—he craves control, and dominating you is what he desires most.
Speaking of fetishes, he wants to see you tied up or on all fours in his fucking bed right now. He wants to hear you ask him to cum inside—fuck, he craves it. He’d even bend you over in every corner of the house and take you however he wants in that moment. Some days he’ll want it rough and fast; other days, he’ll take his time, enjoying every second… and yeah, he’ll still fuck you hard, just not so rushed.
He likes to admit that degradation is his thing. In his day-to-day life, he’s always throwing around insults or saying inappropriate shit—but in bed, it’s different. It hits differently. It pushes him to a whole other level of arousal. And what he loves most about it… is calling you a bitch and seeing you enjoy it.
“Owww, that face you make when I tell you what a bitch you are… you like it, don’t you?”
“Come on, sweetheart, why are you crying? I know you like this fucked-up treatment.”
“A girl this dirty and perverted… just for me.”
Kento Nanami
Very gentlemanly and friendly—two traits that describe him perfectly. But in bed, his possessiveness is overwhelming.
Of course he seems gentle and polite—his voice alone is enough to calm you instantly. But the moment you’re lying on his fucking bed with nothing on… that’s when things change. Nanami won’t hesitate to remind you that you’re his, saying it so casually, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world—because he knows you love him.
“You’re so pretty… and all mine, sweetheart.”
“Already close, hm? Are you gonna cum for me, baby?”
“That’s it, princess… take my cock, it’s all yours.”
“Seems like your pretty pussy feels just right with me… I’m the only one who owns it, right, princess?”
Suguru Geto
Why do I feel like his biggest desire would be to record you while you’re doing it? I don’t even know why, but I can totally picture that dirty thought crossing his mind while he’s watching you watch a movie in his room late at night.
Fuck… no doubt that, in a moment of madness, he’d buy a mirror just to place it above his bed, right on the ceiling. It might sound strange to you, but in his mind, it looks perfect. He can already imagine it—watching your face from above while he’s between your thighs… while you’re riding his tongue.
“Fuck… those faces you make are so pretty, sweetheart.”
“Does it feel that good being fucked by me, huh?”
“Look at the mirror, now.”
“Such a good girl for daddy.”
Ryōmen Sukuna
This bastard is into dark, almost macabre eroticism.
Blood? He’s into it. Choking you until you pass out? Absolutely. Scratching you hard enough to leave scars? Fuck, yes.
He’s cunning. Before sex, Sukuna will speak sweetly if he has to—he won’t even hint at what he plans to do afterward. He just wants you to believe him, to fall for his few pretty words or those subtle touches… And then, you won’t be able to feel your legs. And it won’t stop there—he could push you even further. It’s obvious, isn’t it? He’s a beast.
“A filthy little whore, all fucked up by me… huh?”
“Does it hurt? I don’t give a fuck, sweetheart. Your job is to make it fit one way or another.”
“Open that pretty mouth wide.”
“Your skin is pretty sensitive… I wonder what would happen if I hit you a little harder.”
“Aren’t you curious? Because I am.”
Satoru Gojo
This man could practically lick your entire body. He can—and he wants to. I don’t know if it’s a fetish, but he has a fixation on tasting your skin… it’s almost unnatural. He’s also a big fan of foreplay. There are times when he’s surprisingly patient; before even thrusting into you, he could do so many things first. He’s definitely the kind of man who can leave you trembling with nothing but his long fingers.
“Aww… you look so cute when you cum.”
“You’re squeezing me so well, pretty.”
“Fuck… I could eat you for hours… can I?”
“It’s still too soon to fuck you, be patient, baby.”
Megumi Fushiguro
He likes to watch…
This is the kind of vibe I get from him. I don’t know why, but he probably has a strong thing for seeing you with someone else—or simply watching you touch yourself with nothing on. We know he’s quiet, doesn’t seem to have a very active sex life… but fuck, he gets really turned on when he has something beautiful and enticing right in front of him. You don’t even have to touch him. Just show him what you need… and he’ll be satisfied.
“Spread your legs a little more.”
“Is that enough, y/n? I need to see more.”
“Turn around and lift that pretty ass… yeah, that’s what I meant.”
“You’re so beautiful…”
Yuji Itadori
He LOVES being praised.
If he’s going too fast with his tongue, it doesn’t matter—compliment him, please. He loves that. Then, ask to change positions subtly, without hurting his ego, but make sure to tell him how good he is at what he does. A fetish? Pretty much any kind of sexy outfit and he’s in heaven. Roleplay definitely catches his interest too. Oh—and let him rest on your ass from time to time, like it’s his favorite pillow. We all know how much he loves that part of you.
“Do you like it like this, sweetheart? Want it harder?”
“You’re so beautiful… I love your whole body, I mean it.”
“You feel so good, pretty.”
“Let me eat you, please.”
“Does my special girl have a new outfit? Will you let me see it?”
Toge Inumaki
Mm… I don’t know if it’s just me, but he’s the type of guy who, in the middle of a public place—with that charming smile and calm demeanor—would want to do some very impure things.
Anyone watching wouldn’t even suspect he’s slipping his fingers inside you, right? He likes to look innocent, like he’s completely incapable of doing something like that. Since he can’t communicate properly because of his cursed speech… he’s a texting guy. Sexting, to be exact. I haven’t seen this headcanon anywhere else, but I feel like Inumaki talks to you in a very filthy way through messages. Pictures? Those too. Honestly, one of his favorite things to do is grab his phone, type a few heated lines… then slide his pants down and, with one hand, take a pretty picture of just how badly he needs you.
Beautiful. Simply beautiful.
“I’m so hard, sweetheart…”
“Could you come to my room? I need you so badly.”
“Your tits look so good from here… fuck…”
“Today I need you to sit on my face, y/n.”
Yuta Okkotsu
Honestly, if you put a book about fetishes right in front of him, he’d probably turn into a mess.
He’s pretty vanilla when it comes to sex—he doesn’t think it’s necessary to degrade you or tie you up for both of you to enjoy it properly. He has a quiet confidence in what he can do in bed.
Though that’s a side of him he keeps to himself… a very well-hidden one. Ask him to try something new, and Yuta will agree right away. In that sense, he can be surprisingly curious.
“Could we do that thing from the other day? I’d really like that.”
“Oh—yeah… in this position it’s… j-just… just keep going, sweetheart.”
“You want me to go faster? Of course I can, love.”
Choso
✨Overstimulation✨Cry and beg him to let you cum—he’ll thank you for it later. Honestly, he loves kissing your face gently while tears form from the pleasure. He wants to be soft and tender with you, but sometimes he likes pushing your body to take more than it should. There’s no bad intention behind it.
Oh, but let’s not forget how well he takes care of you during and after. He’ll always give you what you need—it’s the least he can do after fucking you exactly the way he wanted.
“Shhh… I’ll let you cum soon, sweetheart.”
“Hold on a little longer, just a little more, baby.”
“Fuck… I can’t stop looking at you, _______.”
“I know you can take it all, pretty.”
Mai Zenin
She loves friction—a lot. She could grind against her pillow, or even try the edge of a couch. It’s reckless. Without meaning to, she might find herself in a public place, brushing her thighs together a little too tightly or pressing against something that feels just right. Even with the risk of getting caught, part of her enjoys that rush of adrenaline.
She’d definitely ask you to lend her your thigh to satisfy herself—that’s a given. And let’s not forget… she likes slapping. Sorry, but Mai has a bit of a thing for striking your cheeks.
Let’s just say that, in bed, Mai becomes someone else—more dominant than usual. It’s just something she has to keep hidden from everyone else.
“Help me cum, okay? It’ll only take a moment.”
“Move faster, or I’ll get pissed.”
“Look at me.” —After you obeyed, a sharp slap hit your cheek. Mai smiled, adjusting her fingers under your chin. “Did I tell you to grind against my thigh like that?”
Maki Zenin
Bondage definitely interests her. She’ll do it with you plenty of times—count on that. The sight of you lying still on her bed, ropes pressing into your skin and leaving faint red marks on your delicate flesh… yeah, that makes her smile with pride. If you ask her about it, she won’t even hesitate to admit it. It’s not some hidden secret or anything like that—she actually thinks it’s pretty great, since not many people would dare to go that far.
She might even brag a little about how she’d make you change your mind… and end up loving being tied up.
“So, the brat likes ropes now, huh?”
“Stay still for once.”
“You’ll be good for me, right? Use that sweet voice, sweetheart.”
“So warm and wet for me…”
“Go on—say you want me to fuck you. Say it.”
Nobara Kugisaki
She loves toys—she’s all about trying anything new that comes out. She’s pretty restless in bed, spoils you a lot, and her goal is always to leave you completely exhausted as quickly as possible.
I won’t go into detail about the kinds of toys she’d use… but you can probably imagine.
One more thing—she absolutely loves it when her partner wears that cute little accessory she gave them, the one she can control with a remote. She can be pretty cruel about it too… turning it all the way up while you’re out in public.
“From the way you’re moaning, I’d say you like it when I put this inside you, don’t you?”
“I love it when you act like such a slut for me, ________.”
“Wanna play a little game?”
“My girlfriend is so fucking gorgeous, don’t you think?”
Okeey, so can you please do some headcanons with tokyo revengers about what turns them on the most??
add as many characters as possible,(and make sure to add kazutora and rindou)
and thats all thanks for reading angel <33
What Turns Tokyo Revengers Characters On
Cw: suggestive content, sexual themes, slight nsfw, teasing, mature themes, character headcanons
Thank you very much for your request <3
Kazutora
Kazutora is a really unstable guy, and it shows. It shows in his tastes—completely diverse and contradictory. One day, he’ll want you to be a really bad girl for him. Insult him? Please, yes.
He wants your hand wrapped around his thick neck. He won’t ask you to squeeze—he won’t give in that easily—but he’ll definitely be thinking about how much he wishes you would. He’ll provoke you into it, push your buttons just right until you get mad enough to do exactly what he wants. He’s a complete masochist, no doubt about it, and if you asked him, he’d admit it with a wicked smile on his face.
Some days, he’ll want you to act like a helpless, soft, submissive girl. Fuck, he’d love that side of you. You can experiment, act however you want—he’ll eat it up either way. Whether you come at him with intent or pull away with a hint of fear, it doesn’t matter. He wants everything. Give him everything.
Something that instantly turns him on is your soft, delicate tongue on him. On his cheek, his lips, his chest, his thighs… fuck, just thinking about it is enough to get him hard. He could be your candy without a problem. All he needs is you tasting him where he’s sensitive, feeling your warmth, and the way you smile against his skin.
Rindou
It’s simple. From your shortest skirt, barely covering an inch below your ass, to the expressions and the blush spreading across your face when you sit on his face… he’s satisfied with even the smallest things.
Rindou gets turned on very easily, honestly. And for him, it’s not a problem—he admits it openly. He’s that shameless. If you get him hard, he won’t even try to hide it. He’ll ENCOURAGE you to touch him the way only you know how.
What he always loves most is when you tease him. I’d say those are the moments when he gets excited the fastest. Just grind against him, and you’ll have Rindou on top of you in seconds—he won’t pull away for anything in the world, I swear.
Keisuke
Your touch is incredibly arousing to him. He’s the kind of guy who gets turned on by every little contact, every brush, even the slightest one. He especially loves the moments when you grab his biceps (which is exactly why he’s been working so hard at the gym) and hold onto him firmly. Fuck, he loves it—he loves it when you cling to him, your soft fingers pressing into his skin.
When he fucks you… yeah, he needs you to scratch his back hard. Ruin him. He wants you to leave marks on him, he craves it—wants everyone to see that he’s yours. Gripping his shoulders, his arms, his waist, his ass… everything. He just wants your hands all over him.
Draken
Being called “daddy.” There’s really not much else to say about that.
Draken grew up fast, surrounded by girls of all ages, even teenagers. He knows how to give good advice, he’s responsible, and extremely level-headed. He likes getting credit for what he does, sure—but he also needs to be taken care of every now and then. He probably doesn’t want kids, not in such a fucked-up world… so you could indulge his little thing, right?
It turns him on when you ask him for something with that fake innocent look on your face—and he completely loses it when you say the magic words. “Please, daddy” or anything along those lines. Just one word—one fucking word—and Ken Ryuguji is at your feet. Whether it’s to hear you say it again… or to start kissing you from your ankles all the way up to your thighs.
Manjiro
Control.
What turns him on is having complete control over you in intimacy. But only physically—because emotional control is what he needs from you. He can handle you easily, tell you not to speak, to stay still while he fucks you… and you obey every demand.
And yet, even then… you always seem to be one step ahead of him. Outside of intimacy, you don’t fear his dark side. You know how to calm him, you understand him without him having to say a single word—and for Manjiro, that’s more than enough.
You complement each other in a way that’s almost absurd. The connection between you is so intense that Mikey, who was never a man that got turned on easily, now feels that heat creeping up on him just from having you close. That’s why what excites him the most is exactly that—the fact that he has control over you… and that you could take it away from him at any moment, if you really wanted to.
Mitsuya
He loves to look.
Mitsuya is a serious man, but fuck… sometimes it’s actually annoying how he insists on measuring your body, even after doing it at least ten times before. What turns him on is aesthetics—the clothes you wear, the accessories… or the lingerie. That’s what drives him crazy. Now imagine him seeing you wearing something he made himself. He loses it.
It doesn’t matter if what you’re wearing is outdated. For Mitsuya, that’s not a problem. He’ll just tear that horrible piece of fabric apart and, after taking his time observing you, he’ll make you a new outfit. And honestly, he’d love to do it all over again.
Of course, there are other things that excite him—your chest, for example. He’s definitely a boobs man, no doubt about it. But the number one thing on his list will always be seeing you in his clothes… or without them.
Hanma
Provoke him.
Provocation is what sets Hanma off.
He loves to provoke, he loves to play, to mock his enemies—so do it. Play with him right in front of his face. In less than a minute, you’ll have him hard as hell, just as intense as he is.
He wants you in tight crop tops with cleavage, tiny skirts… or walking around his place in a robe right after a shower. Or something as simple as drinking wine and letting a few drops fall down your chin. That alone is enough. And if your thumb moves to wipe it away… fuck, he’ll be on top of you without saying a single word.
Takemichi
He’s honestly… very sensitive.
With just a hint of your perfume reaching his nose, he could already be embarrassingly turned on. But what really excites him are hugs. Yeah—hugs. He just can’t handle it when you press him against your body, when your chest brushes against his. Feeling you that close completely messes with his head.
And those times when you hug him and wrap your legs around him… he’s done for. Not literally, but he panics. His heart starts racing so fast that for a second he feels like he might pass out.
Please—if you’re going to do that again, at least warn him before you jump on him.
Inupi
Flirting.
What turns him on is you flirting with him anywhere, at any time of the day. The fact that you dare to do that to him pushes him right to the edge, and he can’t help it. He’s tough, mostly serious, not the type to act recklessly… and yet, he can’t help falling right into your trap.
Bite your lip slightly, look at him with that shameless intent… and he won’t take long to lose control. He’ll get painfully hard, to the point he has to do something about it.
If you’re in public, he might hold it together for a bit… he’ll cover his face with his hands, maybe a low groan slipping past his lips. But in the end, he’ll give in. He’ll grab your hand and pull you along, dragging you to the nearest place so you can deal with what you started.
Kakucho
Whispering in his ear is something that turns him on way more than it should. It might seem simple, but imagine this: he’s focused on fixing something on his bike, or at least trying to figure out what’s wrong with it.
Then there’s you, leaning in close to his ear, whispering his name along with something completely ordinary.
But that sudden whisper makes his hands tense, his back straightening instantly. His breathing shifts, and all his focus goes to shit in a matter of seconds. He can feel your breath, and that alone is enough. The closeness pushes him past his limit.
Izana
Begging.
There’s nothing that turns him on more than seeing you beg. Your voice dropping, your hesitation, the way you look at him waiting for something… it completely wrecks him from the inside.
Get close enough for him to feel how you tremble with anticipation. He’s capable of touching every sensitive part of you, pushing you right to the edge—only to pull away just enough to watch your vulnerable expression. That only encourages him more. He wants to see you like that, so desperately needing him.
He’ll watch you in silence, a smile forming on his lips as he takes it all in. He loves it. And just when you’re about to stop begging, when your breathing starts to steady…
Cw: Alcohol, suggestive content, chaotic behavior, jealousy, lots of kissing
This is just a random humor chapter 😭 it definitely makes more sense in Spanish, but I tried my best to make it sound just as funny in English
ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP.
Pd: English is not my first language so there may be mistakes, thousand apologies.
“I’ve got an idea, guys.” you said, excited. That night you were having a small get-together. You and Yuzuha had planned it, so you invited the ToMan boys, and she brought a few other girls she said were really nice. But after noticing the three unfamiliar girls staring at you, a bit too interested, you instantly regretted it. “Actually… never mind.”
“I’ve got one!” Yuzuha suddenly stood up from the couch, facing everyone. Some were sitting on the floor, others on the couch. “Let’s play spin the bottle.”
“Yuzuha, no—” Hakkai spoke immediately, already nervous. He covered his eyes with his arm and sank deeper into the couch.
“Oh, come on, it’ll be fun.” Yuzuha walked into the kitchen to grab an empty bottle. Since it was her house, she was sure to find one.
You looked around at your friends’ faces and almost burst out laughing. Some looked horrified, while others—like Baji—well… they didn’t seem to mind the idea at all.
“Whoever it lands on has to kiss, that’s it.” Yuzuha came back with a clear bottle and sat cross-legged on the floor. “And if you refuse, then you get a dare… just to make things more interesting.” Smiley laughed at her wording. She placed the bottle in front of her and looked at everyone, signaling them to come closer.
“I’m not playing…” Hinata shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
“Me neither, haha.” Takemichi scratched the back of his neck, clearly nervous.
“Only you two can’t play. You’re a couple, after all.” Yuzuha waved them off, and both of them sighed in relief. Still, they stayed on the couch to watch.
“I’m scared…” Angry muttered as he moved closer to form the circle around the bottle.
“Our Father, who art in heaven…” Chifuyu sat down next to you, already praying.
The three girls and Emma settled in among the group. One of them—ash blonde—you immediately noticed the way she kept looking at one of your friends. Mitsuya.
Honestly, you’d rather stick your hand in a blender than not go strangle her, but whatever—you had to behave. Let’s call her A, the brunette P, and the shorter one L. Yeah, no names. You were that annoyed.
“I don’t like your sister” Draken whispered to Hakkai under his breath.
“Me neither” Hakkai whispered back.
“Just spin the damn thing already” Mikey muttered, and you had to hold back a laugh. He looked half-asleep, clearly in a bad mood.
Yuzuha spun the bottle. It landed on herself, and everyone burst out laughing when she made a face.
“Damn, I should’ve picked another game” Hakkai teased with a smug “deal with it.”
She spun it again, and this time it landed on Draken.
Your eyes widened instantly, and you looked straight at him. A few spots to the right, Emma was sitting there, her expression anything but subtle.
“Hahaha, starting strong” Mikey laughed, nudging Smiley, who only grinned wider.
“I choose dare, obviously” Yuzuha said immediately.
“Okaaay, Yuzuha, I dare you to slap Mikey” Smiley pointed straight at him, and the blond let out a choked sound.
“What?” Mikey stared at him.
“Well then.” Yuzuha got up and walked over to Mikey.
“Don’t mess around, what kind of dare is that?” Baji complained.
Yuzuha leaned down slightly and gave Mikey a light slap on the cheek. Smiley scoffed when he saw she didn’t go all in.
“Next.” Yuzuha sat back down and spun the bottle again. “I swear I’ll cut off a boob if something good doesn’t happen this time.”
Everyone screamed when the bottle landed on you. From the couch, Hinata shook Takemichi so he’d look, and he gave you a supportive thumbs-up. Your friends covered their faces, not wanting to witness what came next.
“________ and Inupi!” Yuzuha shouted excitedly. Emma, on the other hand, started moving her arms in circles like she was mixing something, practically dancing at what was about to happen.
Go on—if you wanted to make out with him, despite your friends practically killing you with their stares.
“This round sucks” Baji muttered.
“Couldn’t be worse” Mitsuya covered his eyes with his hand.
“You don’t argue with the bottle, so I’m going.” You stood up, and everyone watched you. Inui, who had been quiet until now, looked surprisingly calm, a small smirk resting on his lips.
He waited for you, leaning back on his hands. When you reached him, he tilted his head up while you leaned down, your hair slightly blocking everyone else’s view.
Inupi held himself up with one hand, the other moving to your cheek. You both leaned in, and you kissed him.
Squeals from your friends filled the room. And then Emma yelling, “I don’t have my phone—I DON’T HAVE MY PHONE” whining about not recording it.
You pulled away after a few seconds, and nearly lost it when Inupi ran his tongue over his lips. You got even more distracted when Kazutora, behind him, gave you a thumbs-up, forming a circle with his fingers—perfect kiss.
“Let a truck hit me, please” Chifuyu muttered to himself.
“Just keep going” you said finally. Yuzuha spun the bottle again, a mischievous grin on her face.
It landed on Emma… and then Baji.
The room went insane.
“OOOOOH, someone record this” Mikey started clapping, way too excited.
“Emma, you got this!” Hakkai cheered from the other side. The unfamiliar girls cheered too—of course, they were sitting right next to each other. This could get intense.
“Kenchin, don’t look!” Mikey teased. Emma glared at him. “Kenchin, look!”
“I never thought I’d see this day” Chifuyu got so nervous he clung to you, pulling you down so your head rested against his chest.
“Um…” Emma hesitated, but when she noticed Draken wasn’t looking, she went for it. Baji stayed calm, turning toward her as she gave him a quick peck.
On the couch, Hinata looked like she might faint, and Takemichi fanned her with his hand.
“Oooh, this is getting interesting. Let’s keep going,” Yuzuha grinned like a devil.
She spun the bottle again. It landed on P… and Angry.
You almost lost it.
The girl accepted immediately and walked over to Angry. You stared at him seriously. Your friend looked at you like he was silently begging for help, but you just crossed your arms, frustrated at doing nothing.
The only one who noticed your reaction was Yuzuha, watching you from the corner of her eye.
When they kissed, it didn’t last more than two seconds before Angry pulled away almost immediately. Smiley raised both thumbs at him, congratulating him.
“And he still doesn’t change his face” Kazutora joked, earning a glare from Angry.
“AGAIN!” Yuzuha shouted excitedly as she spun the bottle once more. It landed on you again, to everyone’s surprise.
“You’ve got to be kidding me, this is rigged” Mikey said, staring at Yuzuha. She just shrugged like she had nothing to do with it.
“________ already had her turn. Spin again” Mitsuya said calmly but firmly. Draken made a face at that.
“That’s bullshit” Baji complained along with the others, while Smiley watched everyone with a grin, clearly enjoying the show.
“I think _______ already had her turn too. It should be someone else now” Inui added, surprising Yuzuha a bit.
“For fuck’s sake…” Angry muttered under his breath.
“There are no rules in this game, shut up” Yuzuha snapped seriously. After a long sigh, she spun the bottle again, landing on… Kazutora.
“HELL YEAH!” Kazutora jumped up, even kicking the bottle slightly.
“Goddamn…” Mikey dropped back onto the floor.
“AGAIN?!” Baji stared in disbelief. “WHY HIM?!”
“That guy’s got insane luck” Angry shook his head.
“Son of a bitch…” Mitsuya muttered to himself. Not wanting to see what came next, he leaned his elbow on his knee and covered his eyes.
“Funny how we always end up together, Kazutora” you laughed as he walked over to you, throwing himself onto you. Both of you ended up lying back, laughing.
“It’s fate” the long-haired boy said, holding your face with both hands. “Now kiss me.”
He pressed his lips to yours—1…2…3…4…5…6…
And suddenly, you didn’t feel Kazutora on top of you anymore. When you sat up, you saw Baji and Mikey holding him by his shirt.
“Alright, that’s enough for now” Mikey said, letting him go as Baji shoved him back to his spot.
“This guy gets carried away way too fast” Baji muttered, sitting back down along with Mikey.
“You guys are so dramatic. It’s just for bonding” you fixed your hair, still smiling. Kazutora stretched once he sat back down, looking completely satisfied.
“That was wild…” Yuzuha said, eyes wide. “I like it.” She grinned, while Hakkai looked at her, completely offended.
When she spun the bottle again, it landed on Hakkai. He didn’t even look at it out of nerves. Then it pointed at L. Your friend chose a dare, so he didn’t have to kiss her.
“Ugh, buzzkill. I already know your dare.” Yuzuha stood up and went to the kitchen, coming back with a big bottle filled with a clear liquid. “Drink all of this. Tequila.”
“And I thought she cared about her brother” Mikey whispered to you. You laughed along with him.
“Drink it all—slowly if you want. We’ll keep playing in the meantime.” Yuzuha handed him the bottle, and Hakkai took it, trying to open it. In the end, Mitsuya had to open it for him when he couldn’t.
In the next round, it landed on Draken and L. The girl didn’t know about Emma’s feelings, so she leaned in to kiss him. You covered your eyes so you wouldn’t kill her with your stare. Chifuyu covered his eyes along with you.
You didn’t want to see Emma’s face at that moment, so you avoided looking at her. Instead, Hinata was whispering encouragement to her—not subtly at all.
For a brief moment, you looked at Hakkai. He looked back at you. You glanced at the bottle, then back at him. It took him a second, but he understood.
He poured a bit of alcohol into the cap, and while Yuzuha was distracted by something Baji was saying, Hakkai passed the cap behind Smiley and Mikey, handing it to you discreetly.
“Thank you” you took it, hiding behind Mikey as you drank it, making a face. “Give me more so I can help you finish it” you whispered, still behind the blond. Hakkai nodded and took the cap back from you.
“Alright, another round!” Yuzuha spun the bottle, and it landed right on you again.
“I swear a ghost is messing with us” Chifuyu muttered under his breath.
“This is bullshit, what a fucking game” Baji stretched his legs out as he sat. Emma laughed at your friends’ reactions.
“Okay, this isn’t funny anymore” Angry crossed his arms, shooting you a look.
“Yeah, I want my turn already,” Smiley complained, still smiling. From the couch, Takemichi looked like he was about to have a heart attack—he’d definitely noticed the not-so-happy looks from the others.
Mitsuya just let out a quiet groan, his brow furrowed and jaw tight, but he said nothing and looked away. Mikey, sitting next to you, stared at you with narrowed eyes.
“What? I didn’t do anything” you said, raising your hands near your face. “The bottle just likes me, I guess.” Mikey kept staring at you like that.
“Let it be me! Let it be me!” Kazutora clapped along to his own made-up chant.
“Hehe, you’re lucky, _______.” Yuzuha winked at you playfully. You pressed your lips together to hold back a laugh. Bless this bottle… I’m building it an altar after this.
Come on, anyone—I’m in.
You hyped yourself up mentally, excited.
She spun the bottle again and it landed on Yuzuha. The guys started yelling like it was a football match. Smiley and Mikey high-fived.
“This is awkward…” Hakkai muttered to himself.
“FINALLY, something worth watching!” Baji even stood up to celebrate. One serious look from Yuzuha made him sit back down.
“Are you going to do it, _______?” Inui asked. You played it cool, not showing any expression. You looked at Yuzuha, who stood up.
“Of course, this girl is basically my wife” You stood up too, but everyone immediately agreed it’d be better if you did it sitting down since you were already face to face. Idiots just want a better view. Pigs.
“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” everyone chanted—except Angry and Mitsuya, who just watched.
You both sat down and moved on your knees until you were face to face, the bottle between you. When you cupped Yuzuha’s face, Chifuyu let out a squeak, mumbling something about not wanting to see because he was nervous. Kazutora yelled at him to stop being a pussy, and everyone laughed when Chifuyu threw a slipper at him.
When Yuzuha pressed her lips to yours, the room went wild. Hinata was talking to Takemichi, who looked like he’d fainted, and Smiley was laughing his ass off for no reason. When you tilted your head, Yuzuha’s hair fell forward, partially hiding the movement of your lips—until someone’s hand pushed it aside so everyone could see better.
After a few seconds, you pulled apart and burst into laughter, returning to your spots. Silence fell over the room.
“What?” Yuzuha looked at everyone. You glanced around—at least the ToMan boys weren’t laughing anymore. Maybe they were a bit shocked.
“This isn’t funny anymore. It hurts,” Kazutora whined.
You and Yuzuha laughed again at their expressions. On the couch, Hinata was fanning Takemichi with a magazine. Yuzuha spun the bottle again, and the boys sighed heavily, focusing back on the game.
“A aand…” Yuzuha spun it again. It landed on Mitsuya. “OOOOOOHHHH”
Everyone echoed the sound—except you. You stayed neutral, tapping your nails lightly against the floor beside you. Chifuyu noticed how tense you looked and grabbed your hand.
“Shh, relax, bestie,” he whispered. You leaned against his side, your gaze drifting to the girl who was already leaning toward Mitsuya. When their lips met, you squeezed Chifuyu’s hand, your nails digging into his palm. “Hey—no, no, let go—” he tried to pull away, but you kept squeezing while she kept kissing your friend. He had to use his other hand to pry your fingers off.
You shifted uncomfortably when they finally pulled apart. A movement caught your attention—Kazutora was signaling you to calm down. Jealousy.
You discreetly flipped him off, and he blew you a kiss. Draken also glanced at you, lips twitching as he tried not to laugh.
“Baldy, close your mouth,” you pointed at him. He pretended not to hear you. Emma giggled at the nickname.
A dark irritation started building inside you, like some kind of aura wrapping around you. For a second, you thought you might snap the way Kazutora sometimes did.
“It never lands on me, this is bullshit” Mikey muttered, crossing his arms, clearly annoyed. He’d been complaining about it for a while, bothering Yuzuha to do something.
“And now it lands on…” everyone watched the bottle as it slowed down… stopping on Kazutora.
“Ooooh, intense” your friend leaned forward, grinning.
“You’re paired with…” the bottle turned and stopped in Baji’s direction.
“NOOO, HELL NO!” Baji grabbed his hair in frustration.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS STUPID ASS BOTTLE?” Kazutora was about to kick it, but Yuzuha pulled it away. “No way I’m kissing that idiot.”
“I’d like to see that,” Emma said, looking at you. You nodded.
“They should grab each other by the hair and slowly get closer,” you teased. Beside you, Mikey and Chifuyu were shrinking into themselves with disgusted expressions. “And make it a full French kiss—otherwise what’s the point?” You and Emma smiled wickedly.
“YOU DEMON, SHUT UP!” Kazutora pointed at you, horrified.
“Haha, fragile masculinity” Yuzuha whispered. You and the other girls burst out laughing.
“Not ‘fragile masculinity,’ I just refuse to kiss that vampire,” Kazutora crossed his arms.
“Fine, damn, then pick a dare.” Kazutora nodded, and Baji let out a relieved sigh, practically blessing himself. “I dare you to kiss Baji.”
“HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Smiley lost it, laughing loudly, throwing his head back, his sharp jawline showing.
Starting mental recording to replay this daily, you thought.
“Go to hell, Hakkai’s sister,” Kazutora said with a more serious expression.
“Alright, alright, I was joking,” Yuzuha could barely speak through her laughter. “Then I dare you to…”
“Mhm, take your shirt off and stay like that for the rest of the game,” L suggested.
Do I want to kiss her or strangle her? you thought.
“Oh, now we’re actually playing for real, huh?” Kazutora smirked and quickly took off his shirt. “Looks like things are heating up. Now the fun begins.” He rubbed his hands together like he was planning something.
“Yeah, sure, next.” Yuzuha spun the bottle again, landing right on Mikey. Let it land on me or make him pick a dare, let it land on me or make him pick a dare your mind kept repeating nonstop. “Chifuyu!” You let out a burst of laughter, even drooling a little from how sudden it was.
“Oh no, no, no, no.” Mikey shook his head repeatedly. “That dog doesn’t deserve my lips.” You ended up lying on the floor from how hard you were laughing.
“Ewwww, I don’t wannaaa.” Chifuyu scooted away from him.
“I said I wanted a turn but NOT LIKE THIS.” Mikey snapped at Yuzuha.
“Goddamn it, you’ve ruined the whole damn game! I’ve been trying to get you to either land on someone or do something and kiss someone, I’m sick of you, shitty little leader.” Yuzuha lost her temper and everyone stared at her in shock. “JUST PICK SOMEONE AND KISS THEM IF YOU WANT TO SO BADLY AND YOU’RE TOO MUCH OF A COWARD UNLESS THE DAMN BOTTLE LANDS ON THAT PERSON.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear.” Mikey turned to look at you and you sat up straight, eyes wide. Chifuyu let out a squeal when he saw Mikey place a hand on the back of your neck and pull you in for a kiss. Your hands instinctively went to his shoulders as he pulled you closer to his torso.
“That’s uncomfortable.” Smiley, sitting next to Mikey, looked at both of you. “Everyone wants to kiss my friend.”
Mitsuya hadn’t expected that at all—he felt like his teeth would crack from how hard he was clenching his jaw. Angry didn’t look at you even once, and Inui just stayed calm, watching the drama unfold.
Hina’s scream made you look at the couch—Takemichi had recovered, but the moment he saw you kissing Mikey, he fainted again.
“You’re so weak, Takemichi” your friend whispered to him.
“Alright, alright, break it up.” Chifuyu tapped your shoulder.
A flash went off and you pulled away from Mikey—Emma had stepped in front of you and taken a picture.
“For the memories” She smiled at both of you. You looked at her seriously.
After that, the kisses and dares continued. While Emma wasn’t paying attention, Hakkai secretly handed you a bottle of alcohol and you finished it in two gulps. Angry saw you and gave you a disapproving look. You let out a deep breath as the alcohol spread through your body.
You wanted more.
After a while, the three girls decided to leave since they lived farther away and it was getting late. A—the girl from before—talked to Mitsuya for a bit, and you’d bet she gave him her number since she asked for his phone. Smoke was practically coming out of your ears at that.
“Chifuyu, since you won’t kiss Draken, you have to do a dare.” Yuzuha glared at him. None of your friends wanted to kiss each other. You wanted chaos, but these damn macho idiots weren’t having it. “Seven minutes in heaven—take _______.” What a fucking genius, you thought.
“She’s playing with fire.” Hakkai already saw what his sister was planning—she shipped you with everyone. Mitsuya let out a frustrated sigh while Smiley silently laughed at him.
“I’m not complaining.” Chifuyu jumped to his feet and held out his hand. “Let’s go, sunshine.” You took his hand and followed him.
“Hey! Don’t call her that, I gave her that nickname!” Smiley shouted from behind.
“Go to my room or whatever, just don’t you dare do anything on my bed!” Yuzuha yelled as you were already heading upstairs.
“Wait, wait, I’m grabbing something to drink.” You let go of Chifuyu and slipped into the kitchen—if you wanted to loosen up, you needed a little more alcohol. You searched drawer after drawer until you found some beers, next to some half-eaten desserts Mikey had left earlier.
“Hurry your ass up, _______” Chifuyu whispered. You grabbed a few bottles and followed him upstairs. “Hey…”
“Mhm?” you hummed while drinking straight from the bottle. Chifuyu sat on Yuzuha’s bed and leaned back, arms spread out.
“Who do you like, _______?” You handed him a bottle and he opened it.
“Where is that coming from?” you lay beside him on your side. He took a sip, wetting his lips.
“I don’t know… you just looked pretty pissed during the game.” Shit, you thought. “Also, when that short girl kissed me, you kicked me.”
“Hahaha, it was an accident.” You answered quickly, playing it off.
“Sooo?” Chifuyu glanced at you, still drinking.
“I don’t like anyone.” I like all of them, you admitted in your head. “I’m just kinda jealous, I guess.” Chifuyu nodded, not fully convinced. You both kept drinking in silence.
“Can I kiss you?” Chifuyu broke the silence. You set your empty bottle aside, opened another, took a long sip, and nodded.
Chifuyu propped himself up on his elbow and kissed you, soft, slow movements against your lips. Your hand grabbed his hair, pulling him closer. He let out a quiet breath through his nose. You parted your lips slightly and he slipped his tongue in, the kiss turning wetter. The taste of alcohol filled it, but you didn’t mind—you deepened it instead.
“TIME’S UP, LOVE BIRDS!” Yuzuha shouted, banging on the door. You both pulled away, panicked. In a flash, you opened the remaining bottles, chugged them, and hid them under the bed so Yuzuha wouldn’t see.
“We’re coming!” you shouted, kicking a can that was visible at the foot of the bed.
“Wait.” Chifuyu grabbed your hand and fixed your messy hair. “There.”
“Thanks.” You opened the door and found several faces waiting. Yuzuha and Emma looked the happiest, Hinata was there too, mouth slightly open in shock.
Your friends, though? They looked like they had knives in their eyes when they saw Chifuyu.
“Let’s keep playing!” Yuzuha grabbed both of your hands and dragged everyone back downstairs.
“_______, you smell like alcohol,” Inupi whispered so no one else would hear.
“When I get nervous or anxious, I feel like drinking,” you whispered back near his ear.
“And what are you now?” Inui joked.
“Both” you admitted quietly. “That’s why I borrowed some beers. Keep it a secret.” Inui smiled and nodded.
When everyone sat down again, you froze when Mitsuya made Mikey move to the side and sat next to you. The alcohol hit you hard, and a thousand scenarios ran through your head.
“Did you drink?” Mitsuya murmured.
“A little” you whispered back. “Just a bit.” He stared straight into your eyes. “In my defense, I was nervous.” He didn’t look away.
“Uh-huh.” He bit the inside of his cheek, creating a small dent. His hand clenched his pants as Yuzuha spun the bottle again. Kazutora and you. Again. “What a shitty game.” Mitsuya stood up, clearly frustrated, and walked away.
“Damn, why are you so pissed?” Kazutora looked at him, still sitting with one knee up and the other leg stretched out.
“Are you seriously asking me that?” Mitsuya turned just enough to look at him. The tension in the room spiked instantly. Kazutora stood up, and Baji followed right after.
“Alright, alright, hold on.” Baji walked slowly toward you. “Basically everyone’s already kissed her except me. Kazutora, sucks for you, it’s my turn.”
You didn’t even react when Baji crouched down, tilted your chin up, and kissed you. Quick, but intense. Your hands hesitated between pushing him away and pulling him closer—you had no idea what to do.
When he pulled back, everyone looked shocked.
A shove sent Baji stumbling to the side of the bottle, and suddenly hands grabbed you under your arms, pulling you up. Mitsuya, from behind, placed his hand on your chin, wiped your lips with his thumb almost roughly, then tilted your face.
And then he kissed you.
“THIS IS SOME SOAP OPERA DRAMA!” Smiley yelled.
“What kind of group makeout was that?” Draken burst out laughing, and Inui followed, laughing just as hard.
“I want to scoop my eyes out with a spoon,” Angry muttered from the side.
“Come on, _______! Kiss them all!” Yuzuha and Emma cheered you on.
“Takemichi, wake up, please.” Hinata was shaking her boyfriend, still passed out on the couch.
Mitsuya pulled away from you and, after a brief glance at your lips, took a few steps back and shoved his hands into his pockets.
“Alright, so… who’s left?” Mikey mocked openly.
“Oh, me.” Smiley raised his hand. Angry smacked it down.
“Careful, Taiju might show up and try to kiss _______.” Smiley burst out laughing. Everyone looked at him in disgust.
“Don’t joke like that.” You punched his arm. “He scares me.”
“And if he didn’t scare you, would you kiss him?” Hakkai got nervous the moment he said it. You paused, actually thinking about it, going silent. “But _______…”
“You guys are exaggerating, relax.” You sat back down. “So what now?”
“Oh, we could steal the alcohol Taiju hides. Sometimes he gets in a mood and drinks like a maniac.” Yuzuha grinned wider. “But if he catches us, we all run.” Hakkai shifted uncomfortably. “And I’d go live with you.” Yuzuha pointed at you.
“Let’s do it.” You pushed yourself up with one hand to stand, but in an instant all your friends held you down on the floor, not letting you get up. “Oh come on.”
“No alcohol for you.” Mikey showed no emotion.
“You’ll get even crazier than you already are.” Angry looked down at you. Next to him, Kazutora mouthed get up, come on without making a sound.
“We’ve had enough for today, just stay there.” Baji stood beside you. Sitting on the floor, you looked at each of them one by one.
“Don’t surround me like that or I’ll go feral.” You pointed at each of them. Mitsuya, standing behind you, let out a nasal laugh, a smug smile on his face. “I’ll stab you all. Kazutora, give me a knife.”
Looking up at them from below—and with Kazutora shirtless—you thought they should’ve locked him up for being so damn hot. How did they even create this bastard?
“Oh, really?” your friend reached for his back pocket, but Draken smacked the back of his head, scolding him.
“I’m gonna have a whole album of pictures of you guys and a very embarrassed _______.” Emma snapped photos from every angle, even lying on the floor to get a better shot of your face.
“You know what? I’ve been starving for a while but didn’t say anything because I wanted to watch the drama… I’m going to eat.” Mikey ignored everyone and headed to the kitchen.
“Wait! I’ll cook something or you’ll devour everything.” Yuzuha ran after him.
You were still surrounded, so you looked for Emma. The blonde pushed through them, grabbed your arm, and pulled you up.
“Excuse me… I’m taking her.” She dragged you with her toward the kitchen, leaving the others staring at each other. “I just saved your life, you can thank me later.”
“Emma, Emma, my love.” You leaned on her a bit. “Who was the idiot that said polyamory is illegal?” Emma looked at you seriously. “I mean—no, no, shit, what did I just say…”
“You’re in serious trouble.” You entered the kitchen and she sat you down on a chair. Mikey kept repeating what he wanted to eat while Yuzuha tried to focus on cooking. “At least leave me Draken.”
“He’s all yours, he’s too tall for me.” You both laughed.
Back in the living room, the others were still muttering, arguing among themselves. Hinata had managed to wake Takemichi, and they were both sitting on the couch watching everything.
“We agreed none of us would kiss her.” Mitsuya clenched his teeth, arms crossed.
“It was a game, Purple Boy.” Kazutora replied. His expression was relaxed, but with every complaint from Mitsuya, his gaze sharpened. “Not our fault you didn’t land on her in a single damn round.”
“Stop the drama, Mitsuya. I didn’t get her either, and I wanted to.” Baji patted his back. Mitsuya shot him a glance. Inui, standing off to the side, stayed silent, just watching the chaos.
“Quit complaining, all of you. Me and Hakkai were the only ones who didn’t kiss her.” Angry looked around at everyone. Takemichi was sweating watching the heated argument.
“Alright, let’s make this clear.” Draken placed one hand on Mitsuya’s shoulder and the other on Angry’s, gathering them together. “_______ is our friend. This was just for fun.” They all looked away when Draken lowered his voice, serious now. “If any of you actually like her, that’s a different story. Deal with it yourselves.”
Takemichi clapped quietly from the couch. Hinata beside him looked proud.
“Fine.” Mitsuya pulled away, ran a hand through his hair, and headed to the kitchen. Angry followed, and the rest went after them.
Once seated around the big table, the tense atmosphere gave you chills. Especially with Kazutora sitting on one side with a stupid smile, and Mitsuya on the other. Please let a Titan step on me. Or a three-way kiss, you thought.
“I’m thinking nothing but dumb shit… _______ you idiot, _______ you idiot.” You covered your mouth with your fist and leaned forward on the table, elbows resting on it. In your daze, you didn’t notice the beer can Smiley had placed in front of you.
“Don’t look at me like that, let her do whatever she wants.” Smiley sat back down after getting heavy looks thrown his way.
You were this close to calling your mom to come pick you up, you were seriously so nervous… oh wait, my mom! your brain clicked and you pushed your chair back with a loud screech.
“I’m gonna call my mom, I’ll be right back.” Stumbling a bit, you slipped out from between your friends, pushed the chair back into place, reached for the beer bottle, and turned around to leave the kitchen. You decided to go to the bathroom for more privacy.
“Hi mom.”
“_______! Look who finally decided to call—
Did you finally remember you have a mother?”
“Hehehe, the guys kept me busy.”
Literally *cough*
“Yeah right, I’ll have to remind Mitsuya and Draken that you need to call me.”
“Mom, stop embarrassing me, it’s already enough that you keep asking them for favors and inviting them over to eat all the time…”
“Stop it, they’re very nice and they take such good care of you—
The least I can do is feed Mikey and the others
Especially Mikey…”
After your mom sighed, you started laughing.
“Okay, but don’t tell them to take care of me or remind me of things anymore…”
“Where are you now?”
“Wow, nice way to change the subject… we’re at Yuzuha’s house.”
“Oh, send her my regards—
What are you doing?”
“Well…”
“Yuzuha’s cooking something right now, I’ll send you the recipe later and everything…”
“Good, eat all your food, don’t be rude.”
“Mom, I know…”
You jumped when the door opened. Turning around, you saw Mitsuya, who put a finger to his lips, signaling you to stay quiet.
“And remember to tell me anything, that’s why you installed WhatsApp on my phone—”
“Yeah, I know, mom.”
You kept your eyes on him. Mitsuya locked the door and leaned his back against it, unsure where to put his hands, so he shoved them into his pockets.
“Oh, and tell Mikey that when he drops you off, remind me to give him the pastries I made—”
“Okay, mom.”
You smiled, and Mitsuya smiled back. You moved your phone slightly away and whispered, barely audible, “What’s wrong?” He shook his head, brushing it off.
“Are you even listening to me?”
“Ah, yeah, yeah— I mean no, what did you say?”
“Your father told me to tell you to tell— oh my God, this man is so complicated.”
You heard your dad in the background.
“He says to remind Mitsuya and Angry they’re supposed to come over for a barbecue with him… I have no idea when they even planned that.”
“Uh…”
You looked at Mitsuya, silently accusing him. He played innocent.
“Okay, I’ll tell them… anything else?”
While waiting, you opened the beer and took a sip. Mitsuya watched you closely the whole time.
“Put Mitsuya on the phone.”
“Excuse me, what?”
“I said put Mitsuya on the phone, sweetheart. I want to tell him something, and I’m pretty sure he’s right next to you.”
What a damn witch, you thought.
You took another long sip and handed Mitsuya the phone. He looked confused but took it anyway.
“Hello?… Hi, _______’s mom.” He glanced at you, then turned slightly away, shielding the phone. “Yes… yes… yeah, that’s fine… no problem.” Nervous, you kept drinking sip after sip. “Of course I will… sure. Okay, see you, regards to your husband.”
Mitsuya handed you back the phone.
“What happened, mom?”
“Nothing, nothing, just reminding him of something.”
“Mom…”
“Shh, and don’t drink too much or I’ll hit you with my slipper, got it?
I’ve noticed your voice sounding weird for a while now, and be grateful I woke up in a good mood today or I’d be scolding you and your father.”
“Okay, mom.”
“Alright, have fun—but not too much.”
“Try not to do anything illegal, and if one of those boys confesses to you, you better come tell me immediately, you hear me?”
“But… yeah, okay, bye.”
“And remember what I told you about Mikey! I made extra pastries! Bye.”
You finally hung up and shoved your phone into your hoodie pocket. Mitsuya hadn’t moved, his intense gaze unchanged.
“What’s wrong?” A bit of fear slipped into your voice.
The serious boy reached out, hooking his index finger into the loop of your jeans.
He pulled you closer, making you blush a little.
Bad idea drinking even a little… I’m not mentally prepared for this.
“I’m sorry…” he whispered. “I acted like an idiot. I got carried away or something… I just handled it badly.” His voice was softer than ever, a huge contrast to his usual rough tone. “I got a little jealous.”
“Jealous?” you repeated. Mitsuya nodded. He took the drink from your hand and set it on the sink.
“Yeah… pretty jealous…” His finger still hooked into your jeans, his thumb brushing the exposed skin under your short shirt. “But I know I have to tell the difference between a game and what’s real. So…”
His light eyes darkened slightly. He leaned in and captured your lips, kissing your upper lip before taking your whole mouth.
A soft moan slipped from you as he deepened the kiss. His hand cradled your head, his tongue moving roughly against yours. The taste of beer lingered, but he didn’t care at all—he kissed you like there was no tomorrow, like you weren’t in a bathroom in someone else’s house with people right outside.
When he barely pulled back, you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down again, stealing a few more seconds.
Your lips barely parted when someone knocked.
“I’m gonna pee myself!” Smiley banged on the door.
You watched it shake under his hits. Mitsuya left a short kiss on your lips.
“We should go” you whispered.
“Let him knock a little more.” Mitsuya kissed you again and again. You smiled and tried to push him away, but he leaned into you, wrapping his arms around your back. “Don’t be a killjoy.”
“What the hell do I even have in my mouth…” you muttered between kisses.
“It’s not just your mouth I like kissing.” Mitsuya smirked, then sucked on your lower lip, earning a small whimper from you. He grinned, then kissed your nose, your cheek, and finally your forehead. “Alright, let’s go.”
He took your hand. Before opening the door—practically being knocked down by Smiley—he checked himself in the mirror, fixed his clothes, then fixed yours… and, for some reason, grabbed the beer and splashed some on your shirt.
“What the hell?” you pushed his chest, staring at the stain.
“Let’s say you spilled something and I tried to help you dry it… it’s dumb, I know, but I couldn’t think of anything else.” Mitsuya sounded a bit nervous. “Sorry.”
“Whatever.” You finished the rest of the beer.
Mitsuya opened the door, and Smiley, who had been pushing it, fell to the floor.
He got up like nothing happened and looked at you both.
“Why did you take so long? What, were you fucking or something?” Your face went red, but Mitsuya didn’t react at all.
“Don’t be stupid, Smiley. The idiot spilled something and I was trying to dry it.” He pointed his thumb at the stain on your shirt.
“Shitty excuse. Move.” Smiley shoved both of you aside and rushed into the bathroom.
This is part of a mini saga! There are 3 more parts, plus another one based on Never Have I Ever…
cw: violence, kidnapping, non-consensual restraint, physical assault, blood, toxic relationships, manipulation, drug references, sexual content
You belonged to ToMan. And now, someone else had taken you.
“When Inui makes that face, he looks really good” you whispered to the gang’s treasurer. Koko glanced at you from the corner of his eye and smiled, slightly sticking out his tongue. “He looks all serious.”
“Are you even taking notes?” Koko looked at the notebook in your hand, open but with nothing written on it.
“Yeah, it’s all in my head “ you kept watching as Mikey talked with Inui. The latter always seemed very relaxed whenever you saw him, like he was used to life inside gangs.
Well, of course… he had been part of several generations of delinquents.
“You’re only paying attention to Inui, _______” Koko whispered again. You smiled at the truth.
“Would you rather I look at you instead?”you glanced at him with amusement. Koko let out a loud laugh and, playfully, tapped your chin with his fingers so you would focus on the leader.
“I don’t want to get in trouble with Mikey for messing around too much with his special girl” he replied without any shame.
That slightly caught the attention of the mentioned one, who stopped watching Inui and focused on the two of you. Koko waved at him, and you almost thought he was trying to irritate him on purpose.
“I’m taking notes” you lifted the pencil you were holding, looking at Mikey. The boy nodded and continued his conversation with Inui.
“Told you” Koko sang, leaning closer to you. Mikey glanced at him again from the corner of his eye.
“Let’s see what happens if he gets more jealous” you whispered back. You had never seen Mikey in that side before. Since you weren’t always at the building, it wasn’t common for him to get jealous.
The others did, though. The others would definitely make a scene if other guys flirted with you.
“I don’t want to die, _______” you laughed at Koko’s response. “But…”
Koko placed a quick kiss on your cheek, testing Mikey’s reaction.
“Koko” your boss pointed at him with his index finger, simply warning him with that gesture.
“Sorry, boss” Koko replied immediately, his smile still not completely gone. After his intimidating look, Mikey turned his attention back to Inui. The latter watched them with a small smile.
“When you do that, you’re going to get my friend killed, _______.” Inui tried to hold back his smile, but it was impossible. Mikey was now asking Koko about how the ToMan business was going, but he was still looking at him in a bad way.
“I didn’t do anything,” you defended yourself uselessly from his accusation, and Inui looked at you again, amused. “Koko did it himself, I didn’t force him to do anything.”
“If he had really kissed you, I would’ve kicked him out of here already.” Both of you laughed. “Or maybe just put a bullet in him.”
“Nah, Koko’s too important to the gang, I doubt he’d kill him.” The mentioned one heard you and visibly relaxed under Mikey’s threatening stare.
“I hope he doesn’t scold you when you leave.” Oh right. You looked at Mikey, trying to measure his level of jealousy.
“You know that if you don’t see me next time, it was Mikey,” you joked, and both you and Inui laughed again. Mikey and Koko looked at you the same way—you had interrupted their conversation. “Sorry, Mikey.”
“‘Sorry, Mikey,’” the ToMan leader mocked with clear irritation. You held back your laughter, and Inui had to turn away so the little leader wouldn’t see his smile.
You looked at Inui with curiosity once more. He was part of ToMan, but he wasn’t included in that agreement of yours, unfortunately. Even so, you found him extremely attractive.
But you were friends. You, him, and Koko were the closest thing to a typical group of three from school. Every time you came to this special ToMan warehouse, the three of you always had a great time.
The others, like Baji, Chifuyu, or Smiley, had fought them several times so they wouldn’t get that close to you. They barely tolerated that their closest friends could have that kind of advantage.
When Mikey finished talking, both of them said their goodbyes. You noticed the blond was a bit tense—maybe a thousand thoughts were going through his head about you liking Koko, or even Inui.
No comment.
“Mikey, are you staying in the building all night today?” you asked while looking at the scenery. After a moment, there was no answer. “Mikey?”
“Yes.” You turned to look at him. He was still upset.
“Uuh, are you really jealous?” you adjusted yourself to face him.
On these kinds of outings, he didn’t ride his motorcycle. Now a driver in a large car had the job of taking him to important and hidden places for the gang.
Mikey kept looking out the window, not even wanting to look at you.
When the others got jealous, they didn’t react this quietly, keeping everything to themselves—they would always explode at the other two guys. Mikey stayed silent, a clear expression of anger on his face, but in the end, he didn’t say anything to you.
It was strange.
“Mikey, are you jealous?” you leaned closer to him. To get him to talk, you rested your forearm on his shoulder and looked at him more closely.
“Yes,” he repeated. He turned his face to look at you directly. You almost bumped into him from how close you were. “You get along really well with those two.” You nodded, it was true. “How well?”
“We’re friends, and they’re actually really fun.” You smiled without being able to help it. They were very close to you, just like Yuzuha.
“Are they just your friends?” You raised your eyebrows with slight suspicion. Mikey cleared his throat. “Just answer.”
“Of course.” The blond looked at you for a moment before nodding. He fully trusted you.
“Alright. Just because of that, I won’t kick them out of ToMan.” You laughed at that and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Mikey smiled.
——
“Fuck…” you braced yourself against the wall behind you. “What the hell, Mitsuya?”
The dark-haired boy raised his hand and covered your mouth with his palm, your head pressing against the wall behind you.
“Shhh, I don’t want anyone to hear,” he said, finishing that with another lick between your legs. You held onto the wall and looked down at the boy between your legs. You had barely arrived from your short trip, and Mitsuya had called you over for something supposedly important.
Now he had you pinned against the wall, quickly licking between your legs. You hadn't fully processed it all until he kissed you with such need, his tongue thrusting roughly into yours. He locked the small cabinet where the cleaning supplies were kept and undressed you from the waist down.
It was dark, but his eyes seemed to glow with excitement. His fingers pressed against the skin of your thighs to keep your legs apart, determined to bring you to orgasm as quickly as possible.
He seemed so calm, but he was a whirlwind. Sometimes you thought he had certain goals, that he needed to bring you to orgasm faster and faster with each encounter.
And he was the kind of man who played with you a little beforehand, making you beg him to fuck you; that was his type. His face betrayed none of that, not even a hint.
You opened your mouth against his palm as his free hand touched your ass and pulled you closer to his mouth. Your pelvis lifted away from the wall, leaving the back of your neck pressed against it.
"Silence," he ordered again. "Close your eyes immediately, concentrating on not making a sound."
With those intense sensations pressing on your sensitive spot, you quickly reached your climax. You moaned against his hand as he continued to savor you with even greater intensity.
Mitsuya was never satisfied.
“I missed you,” he whispered after pulling your clothes back up and fixing them properly. You took a few deep breaths before speaking.
“Your ways of welcoming me are… unique.” Mitsuya smiled, lifting one side of his mouth. You watched his flirtatious smile.
“I’ll wait for you outside.” He left a kiss on your lips that lasted a few seconds before walking out of the room.
You tried to calm yourself down. You took the chance to grab your phone and reply to a couple of messages before leaving.
You had several missed calls from an unknown number. It felt strange, but you didn’t want to call back. Maybe it was a wrong number, and since you didn’t answer, they just didn’t realize it wasn’t you.
You opened your chat with Yuzuha.
Yuzuha
How are things over there?
Are you okay?
_________
Everything’s fine, thanks for asking <3
How are you?
Yuzuha
It’s getting more dangerous for you to be linked to that stupid gang.
_________
What happened?
Yuzuha
Some guys were looking for me
I handled it myself, but you should still be careful. They weren’t normal people, they had uniforms.
_________
I think I have an idea of which gang they belong to.
Yuzuha
I told Hakkai but he’s not answering his phone
He’s an idiot
_________
I’ll let him know so he sees the message
You could stay at my place if you want, it’s closer to Mikey and the others, so you’ll be safer.
Yuzuha
I’ll think about it, I know I can take care of myself, but maybe I’ll go just to wait for you and talk
_________
Great, let me know when you’re there, you have the key
I still don’t know when I’ll leave here, but I’ll let you know anyway
Yuzuha
Thanks queen
⸻
You felt uneasy about what had happened to Yuzuha. Even without details, you could imagine she had to beat them up badly to get out of that situation.
You left the room immediately.
“Did something happen?” Mitsuya was coming out of the bathroom across the hall. He looked at your expression, now filled with concern, with attention.
“It’s Yuzuha, I need to tell Hakkai something.” Mitsuya stepped closer to you, needing more information. “Do you know where he is?”
Mitsuya fell silent for a moment, thinking.
“Yes.” He grabbed your wrist and started walking, pulling you along with him. “Let’s hope he’s not doing anything stupid.”
⸻
“You’re staying here, _______.”
“What are you talking about?” you said immediately. Mikey was speaking seriously in front of the whiteboard.
All the ToMan leaders were in the main room. After you told Hakkai to check his phone, he read Yuzuha’s message. That one was clearly more detailed.
Hakkai told Mikey, and now they were all in a last-minute meeting. They had stopped whatever they were doing and had all come to the main building of the Tokyo Manji Gang.
Luckily, they were all in their right minds.
“We don’t know what those bastards are capable of.” Smiley played with his straight hair, still speaking in an annoyed tone. “I agree that _______ should stay here.”
“I’m not saying it bothers me or anything, but I don’t think there’d be a problem with me going back to my house, it’s literally three blocks from here,” you said, looking at him. Smiley shook his head. “Smiley…”
“It’s for your own good.” Takemichi joined the conversation.
“Nothing’s going to happen.” You smiled, trying to calm them. They all looked thoughtful, some staring at the floor with unease.
“We’re not sure about that.” Baji took a sip of whiskey, a medium-sized glass in his hand. “At least let us take care of you for a few days.” He raised his free hand and squeezed your cheek.
“Alright, _______. Your job is indoors now,” Kazutora added in a teasing tone. Baji let go of your cheek and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer.
“I agree.” Chifuyu looked at you with a small smile.
They all accepted Mikey’s decision. They were clearly worried about something happening to you, but they hid it while you were there.
“Hakkai, your sister should be here too. The building has enough rooms,” Draken said. Hakkai nodded and stood up immediately to go get her. You watched him walk across the room until he left.
“Do you want to sleep with me tonight?” Baji whispered with his nose against your ear. “The sleeping part is optional, baby.”
Before you could even open your mouth to answer, Mikey interrupted.
“________ will stay with me, Baji.”
The long-haired boy complained and glared at the leader.
“But you had her all day, don’t be so unfair, Mikey,” Baji said, pulling you into a hug and placing a couple of kisses on the side of your face.
“Too bad. I said she’s staying with me,” Mikey growled. Draken slowly walked out of the room, the others following him. “________, I’m your main boss, so tonight you’re sleeping with me.”
They had completely forgotten you had your own room in the building.
They were that stupid.
No offense.
“I honestly don’t care,” you whispered more to yourself.
“Since I’m stronger than you, Baji, I can protect her way better,” Mikey argued childishly.
“Pff, fine, fine.” The long-haired one lowered his hands and wrapped them around your waist. “At least let me say goodbye.”
Mikey glared at him.
“You both look like five-year-olds fighting over candy,” Kazutora complained, watching them with amusement. He was the only one who stayed to watch the show.
“That’s not true,” Mikey snapped.
“Yeah, I think so too,” you added, earning a chuckle from Kazutora and a sharp look from Mikey. Baji complained against your neck and bit you. “Idiot, hey, back off.”
You pushed Baji away, and Mikey took the chance to lift you off the couch.
“_______ and I are leaving.” Mikey placed his hands on your waist and started walking toward the exit. “Stay if you want or whatever, just don’t bother us.”
Baji glared at him. Kazutora said goodbye to you, blowing you a kiss.
“You know I have a room here, right?” you said when he closed the door. He kept walking, now hugging you from behind.
“Ah… really?” you nodded. “Well, I still want to take the chance to sleep with you.”
“Right, it’s our first time sleeping together.” You remembered. Mikey made a small surprised sound, realizing it was true. He was more into talking and sharing calmer moments with you.
Lately, Mikey hadn’t been as suggestive as the others. Even though he always sought you out, he had become more possessive. And jealous. He had shown it with Koko and Inui.
Maybe Mikey liked you a little more than the others. And not just to mess around with you like that.
“That’s true, those idiots have a big advantage.” He searched for your skin eagerly. His hands slid under your shirt, hugging you, his cheek pressing against yours as you walked. “I’ll beat them for that.”
“In the months I’ve been with you, you were barely here, so it’s not my fault.” Mikey spoke again to correct you.
“You’ve been here for exactly one year and one month. I’ve been counting.” You could feel his smile against your cheek.
“Oh, you remember.” Mikey nodded. You reached the stairs at the end of the hallway and started going up. “What’s your room like?”
“A total beauty.” Is he really the leader of ToMan? He seems so calm. “Like you.”
You kept climbing the stairs, now Mikey holding your hand as he followed slightly behind.
“So you have the night free?” Mikey opened the door to his room and let you in.
“Yes, I left work to the others so I could relax at least for today.” You threw yourself onto his large bed, lying down. “And keep an eye on ToMan’s girl.” Mikey dropped on top of you and hugged you, both of you now lying on the bed.
“‘ToMan’s girl,’ privilege or punishment?” you joked against his neck, hugging his torso.
“Privilege, obviously.” You liked the softness of his skin. “You’re with me almost every day, that’s a reward for anyone.”
“I didn’t know you had an egocentric side, boss,” you teased, brushing your nose against his jaw. Mikey turned you over, leaving you on top of him.
“Don’t call me that, it makes me feel old,” he muttered softly, holding you tightly.
“Then what should I call you?” Mikey started lifting your shirt, his hands roaming your back.
“I don’t know,” he sang softly near your ear. “‘Love of my life’ could work.”
“‘Teddy bear’ maybe?” he shook his head slightly embarrassed. Yeah… he’s already 26. “Sir? Boss? Daddy? Gangster adult named Mikey?”
The blond started laughing. You placed your palms on his chest and pulled back a little to look at him. His eyes were squinted from smiling so much.
“Yeah, I liked a few of those,” he said, calming down. It seemed like he didn’t laugh like that often. It made you a little sad—he looked even more handsome when he smiled.
“Or just Mikey.” He nodded at the “nickname.”
You both smiled, and you adjusted yourself over his pelvis. Mikey gently traced your waist, his gaze traveling every inch of your exposed skin.
“Come here.” He parted his lips. You leaned in to kiss him, one short kiss after another, then deepening it.
Mikey took care of removing each piece of clothing from your body. Small smiles slipped out from time to time, his hands exploring your entire body slowly, without any rush.
After taking his time with you, you decided to unbutton his shirt. Mikey hated wearing it, but sometimes he had to. His clothes ended up on the floor, and both of you prepared for your first time together.
You thought maybe he’d let out a few curses like the others during it… but no. Mikey stayed attentive to everything you did or said.
He kept whispering small things, mostly praising you.
Even so, he got startled when you both lay tired on the bed afterward, and he started feeling a sense of calm mixed with a strange flutter when he looked at you closely.
Butterflies, they called it.
Emma had mentioned it to him a few times.
That was what kept Mikey awake all night.
Not the fact that the next day he had to keep being a delinquent in a gang, nor the illegal deals he had to handle.
It was that feeling.
“What…?” Smiley kept kissing your mouth. “…is it?” The straight-haired boy smiled before lightly biting your lip. “Ow.” He licked where he had bitten to soothe the pain.
“It’s been a while since I’ve spoiled you, baby.” That velvety whisper came out against your lips as he brushed them with lust. One of his hands slipped under your skirt and grabbed your ass, squeezing it.
“You’re always in another world, Smiley.” The boy pushed you against the wall behind you with force.
“Are you ever going to try it with me?” He meant the drugs, of course. You shook your head, it wasn’t your thing. “Well, I’ll settle for maybe…” His face pressed against your exposed neck, kissing it. “…putting a little here and then inhaling it. I’d feel a lot better if you helped me.”
“Sure, but we’re still in the middle of the hallway, Smiley,” you reminded him, glancing around. You were making out right there in the corridor.
You fell silent when you saw Mikey walking across the hallway. And you froze when you noticed him coming back, now looking at both of you. Out of the corner of his eye, something had caught his attention, and he turned back just because of that.
That annoying tingling came back to him.
“Smiley.” Mikey approached, slightly hesitant. His hands slipped into his pockets as he walked toward you, pretending to be unconcerned.
“I’m busy right now, Mikey.” Smiley pulled away from your neck but kept his hands under your skirt. A bit surprised to see Mikey interrupting the moment, you let your arms fall to your sides.
“I need… I need ________ for a moment.” You glanced at Smiley. “I have to go out, and she needs to help me with something.”
“Does it have to be now?” Smiley pulled his hands away from your body. Mikey simply nodded, trying to hide his jealousy as much as possible.
The moment Smiley let you go, clearly reluctant, and started walking away from you, Mikey made you follow him.
The only thing he said once you both left was that you were going out for a walk… and to get ice cream.
The problem was what happened after that.
⸻
A hit landed straight on your cheek. Your face snapped to the side, and the blood that began pooling in your mouth was what pulled you out of unconsciousness.
“I said she wasn’t supposed to be hit. Am I speaking Russian or what?” A female figure appeared in front of your eyes. Even with your blurry vision, you could see her hand waving in front of your face. “Are you awake?”
“What… is… going on?” you whispered weakly. You shifted restlessly, but you couldn’t even stand—not just because you were dizzy, but because you were tied up.
“Oh, you’re awake, great.” You straightened yourself in the chair and searched for her face. “Sorry for tying you up. I don’t know you, and I don’t feel like getting stabbed or anything.”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” you snapped once your vision cleared completely. “Why am I tied up?”
A fleeting memory crossed your mind.
“What happened to Mikey?” Your voice turned sharp with concern as you glared at her. “Did you do something to him?”
“Relax, it took me a while to separate you from him, but I managed, phew.” The girl stepped back a little and smiled widely. “Don’t worry, he’s fine.”
You let out a relieved breath at that and looked away from her to observe the others in the room. Their faces were familiar—they were members of the gang that had been threatening ToMan.
“You guys are insane. Why did you kidnap me?” you shifted again in the chair. You tried to move your feet too, but the ropes didn’t let you move even an inch—they were tight against your skin.
“Stay still already.” The one with braids spoke harshly, a lollipop in his mouth. You looked at him doubtfully and kept moving.
“Idiot,” muttered the one with the scar under his breath. The three of them watched as you struggled against the ropes.
“Alright, I’ll get straight to the point.” The girl pulled a chair closer until she was right in front of you. She sat down calmly and lowered the hood of her jacket, revealing more of her hair. “I’m Senju. Nice to meet you.”
“….” You stayed silent.
“Reliable sources told us you were something like… hmm…” she pretended to think. “ToMan’s girl. The only one actually close to them.” You parted your lips slightly and felt a thin trail of blood run down the corner, staining your chin.
There were more people behind you. None of the ones in front of you had hit you—the two guys were busy playing cards.
“Like their personal slut,” someone you didn’t recognize said. Senju tilted her head, as if considering whether to agree.
“Wow. Do you realize the kind of reputation you have, _______?” the white-haired girl said, leaning closer to you. “That makes me feel a little sorry for you… but the gang you’re involved with has done a lot of illegal things. Completely inhuman stuff. I shouldn’t feel sorry for someone who’s with them.”
“Uh-huh,” you replied, looking her up and down. She looked younger than you—that surprised you.
“Still, if I were you, I’d look for another job.” She made a face and leaned even closer. “I’d be embarrassed to be tied in any way to such a low-class gang. Do you really sleep with the leaders? I pity you, girl.”
You bit your tongue in irritation. She was pushing you too far.
You leaned your face closer to hers, your lips nearly brushing against hers. Senju flinched slightly, startled by your sudden movement.
“Do I look like I’m complaining?” you said without any shame. A laugh came from the man with the lollipop.
“I’ll get to the point. I needed the others to worry a bit and let their guard down. I don’t intend to hurt you or anything like that.” Senju spoke again. “Could you cooperate? I’ll let you go back to them if you want, but I need information on ToMan.”
“I know they do bad things. I’m aware of everything,” you said, letting yourself fall back into the chair, relaxing slightly. “But I like them. And trust me, they pay really well too.”
Your comment irritated Senju.
“And yeah, maybe I’m stupid. You can call me that too, like the others did behind my back,” you added with a smile. “But either way, if it’s not ToMan, it’ll be another gang trying to take over the city. Personally, I’m selfish enough to prefer things the way they are. I’m not going to screw them over just to keep some temporary peace.”
“Do you really think like that?” she was getting annoyed now. She couldn’t understand your reasoning.
“Senju, I couldn’t care less about what you’re trying to do.” Her eyes were beautiful—just like her. It was a shame she wanted to destroy your friends, especially Mikey. “Don’t count on me. I like my life the way it is, despite my shitty reputation.”
“You’re just as messed up as they are.” She stood up abruptly and moved away from you.
“Cheers to that,” you mocked lightly, even in your situation.
Senju started talking with the scarred guy in a low voice, whispers going back and forth.
“If you really want to do things right, I don’t get why you have me tied up like this. You basically kidnapped me,” you said with a dry laugh. “I swear, if you had just texted me to talk, we could’ve even gone to a café.”
She wasn’t a bad person. But you weren’t going to betray anyone—much less the people who had even given you a place to live and got close to you beyond just that “special” job. In the end, you considered them your friends.
Maybe you were a little blind. That’s why you overlooked the bad things they did.
“Then plan B,” you heard the scarred one say. Senju looked at him without any expression.
You waited patiently for whatever they were going to do next, still wondering what the others might be doing now that you were gone.
cw: NSFW, explicit sexual content, oral sex, rough sex, degradation / slurs, violence, guns / crime, drug use, toxic relationships and non-romantic sexual dynamics.
MDNI — minors do not interact.
Working for Toman means you are untouchable. Unless they decide to touch you first.
"Open your mouth." Baji forced it open without hesitation and pulled your hair firmly. "I have to come now, make me cum fast."
His member thrust in without waiting for a response. You dedicated those minutes to giving him the blowjob he so desperately craved.
He thrust from the nape of your neck to his penis, each stroke deeper and more intense than the last. Tears inevitably filled your eyes, your hands searching for support on the cold floor beneath you. Baji watched you from above, his gaze fixed on you, his eyes filled with lust. He didn't do much besides thrust his hips into you; he must have been tired enough to simply move your head back and forth.
"You look like a total slut right now." His insult, dripping with pleasure, reached your ears. You did nothing but continue your work against his cock, moving your tongue against the tip and plunging it down your throat.
It only took Baji a couple of minutes to ejaculate in your mouth after slapping you across the right cheek. He was pretty wild.
"Swallow it all," he warned you with a "friendly" threat. You searched with your thumb for any trace of his essence, but finding nothing, you simply swallowed what entered your mouth. "Good girl, as always."
After the compliment, he straightened his pants and hurried out of the room. You stood up, pushing yourself up with your palms against the floor, and went to the bathroom to rinse your mouth.
You didn’t fully remember how long you had been working for these guys.
Two years? Maybe three.
You first met them when they defended you from a group of strangers in one of the most dangerous streets in Tokyo. They had seemed like good people back then. The boy with the kindest appearance had called you afterwards, offering you a job with such good pay that you didn’t hesitate to accept.
As time passed, your role became more… personal. More private.
You had no complaints. Your salary increased, and they didn’t treat you badly.
What did make you uncomfortable were the businesses they had started dealing with since last year. Drugs and illegal goods constantly moved through Toman’s warehouses. That — and the carpets that came and went stained with the blood of enemies or traitors. You were grateful you weren’t the one who had to clean those messes.
Tokyo had become a place ruled by crime, trafficking, prostitution… all under the surveillance of the Tokyo Manji Gang. What had once been a childhood dream had turned into a nightmare for ordinary people.
If you didn’t belong to a gang, you were doomed.
That was another reason why being associated with them was convenient. You were completely untouchable.
Your personal life wasn’t very remarkable. You lived close to the warehouse and main meeting building — in an apartment your bosses had even given you as a reward for your loyalty. Your family ties were nonexistent, and you had very few friends. Yuzuha was the only person you truly considered close.
She had told you about Toman’s beginnings. There had once been two other girls connected to the leaders: Hinata Tachibana and Emma Sano.
Hinata had been Takemichi’s girlfriend. He was now one of Toman’s division leaders. She broke up with him when she found out what he was doing in the gang. It hadn’t been long ago. She had tried her best to keep the relationship, but after his infidelity, she decided to leave him for her own sake.
Emma was another story.
After constant arguments with her brother, she chose to distance herself completely — even leaving the country. Yuzuha had told you how many times Emma had been hurt because of her brother’s position in the criminal world. She had almost died in one of the many incidents. Emma had cut all communication with Mikey… and even with Draken.
Yuzuha still kept an eye on Toman mostly because of her own brother. Her strong personality made her fearless when it came to dangerous matters involving the gang. She was more prepared than most.
Hakkai was still involved in shady business. He had grown closer to Sanzu, and it was clear the pink-haired man had influenced him, especially when it came to his vices. Still, Yuzuha tried to guide him in the right direction. Sometimes he listened. Sometimes he didn’t.
Everything around you was a mess.
“Shit, you scared me.”
You jumped slightly when someone opened the bathroom door. You stopped washing your hands and dried them with the towel hanging nearby.
“What is it—” You stopped mid-sentence when you saw Mitsuya watching you expectantly.
“I didn’t know you were here.” You stepped slightly away from the sink as he moved closer to wash his hands. “They’re looking for you. Go to the main hall.”
“Alright.”
You nodded and left the bathroom.
The large building was already familiar to you. You walked past several random rooms where negotiations took place — money laundering among many other typical Toman activities.
The main hall felt heavy and uncomfortable.
Mikey, his hair shorter than usual and slicked back, sat alone in the center of a large burgundy sofa. One ankle resting over his knee, he looked both calm and intimidating.
Three unknown men were kneeling in front of him, blood dripping from their mouths and noses. Chifuyu was pointing a gun at one of them.
On another sofa nearby, Takemichi sat with his legs slightly apart, smoking. In the opposite corner, Smiley played with a line of white powder on the small table in front of him, using a credit card.
It was normal. Completely normal for most Toman members.
“Did you call me?” You approached the leader cautiously. He was the most likely to need you.
“______, sit.”
Mikey motioned for you to sit on his lap.
Wrapping one arm around his neck, you settled on his thighs. It was rare for him to be present. He was always busy, always away. You spent far more time with the others than with Toman’s main leader.
“Chifuyu, get rid of those useless idiots,” Manjiro ordered.
When gunshots echoed through the room, you instinctively tried to turn your head. Mikey’s hand caught your chin, forcing you to look at him.
“Look at me.”
He held you there until the mess was cleaned up. You couldn’t help noticing how tired he looked… yet still attractive. You had seen photos of all of them when they were younger. They had all changed. None of them had the same aura anymore.
“Do you have anything to do later?”
You leaned further against his chest, tightening your hold on his shoulder.
Mikey’s gaze dropped briefly to your neckline before he buttoned part of your shirt with one hand.
“Not really.”
He smiled faintly. His other hand moved slowly over your bare legs in a possessive gesture that constantly caught your attention.
“Do you want me to come by your room later?” you asked, meeting his dark eyes.
“If you want…” He leaned back, watching you calmly.
With him, your encounters had never been as long as with the others. His schedule was too demanding. You could only recall a few times he had asked you to relieve him quickly before important meetings, saying it helped him relax.
His hand slipped slightly under your dress, seeking more skin.
“Mikey, lend me ______ for a moment.” Smiley spoke, still affected by whatever he had just inhaled.
It didn’t bother you. You had grown used to being spoken about that way.
“No. She’s with me.” Mikey pulled you closer.
Nahoya complained loudly and returned to his own distractions. Takemichi laughed quietly, reminded of how Mikey used to sound — like a possessive child.
You ran your palm over his dark shirt, absentmindedly tracing his chest. He kept his eyes fixed on you, still exploring your thighs.
The door suddenly slammed open, crashing against the wall.
Kazutora and Angry entered laughing, each accompanied by a girl. They lived recklessly — especially Kazutora, who spent most nights partying and drinking. Angry had recently started following his lead.
“Heeeeey!” Kazutora shouted in greeting.
Angry began kissing one of the girls passionately beside him.
“Don’t make noise here. Get out,” Mikey ordered immediately.
Behind them, Draken appeared, cursing under his breath before punching the wall.
“Damn it…” His patience had clearly worn thin over time. “We were betrayed, Mikey.”
“How?” The blond tightened his grip on your thigh without meaning to.
“Some bastards thought we wouldn’t notice. They were stealing our merchandise.”
Now you understood his anger. Draken was the one who needed everything under control. He punched the wall again before storming toward another door. He glanced at you briefly and left.
You knew what that meant. Sometimes, when he was furious, he needed a way to release his frustration.
With a hint of reluctance, Mikey lifted you from his lap. He knew it too. He also knew that this was how his friend relieved stress, though you couldn't tell if he liked it or not. You followed Draken, passing by Kazutora and Angry, who, despite being quite engrossed in their own thing, separated from the girls and greeted you. Then you went inside where Draken was.
There, he pinned you against a table and took out his anger on you. You did nothing but let out soft moans, clinging to his broad shoulders and occasionally scratching him. Draken gradually calmed down, his breathing becoming more ragged, but he didn't stop thrusting until he was satisfied.
When Draken finished, a low, almost mournful murmur escaped his lips. You already knew what he had said — Emma’s name always surfaced when he was frustrated, angry, or drunk. You felt a pang of pity. Not for yourself, but for the girl who must have loved him and had to watch as darkness slowly consumed him.
———
“I didn’t think you would come to pick me up” you looked at Mitsuya through the reflection in the mirror in front of you.
Even so, you kept changing your clothes, taking off the towel wrapped around you to put on your underwear and then slipping on a more summery outfit over it.
“They sent me to buy some things, I took advantage of the trip” He waited at the door of your room, his hands resting high on the frame.
“It’s fine, I’m not complaining” you finished getting dressed quickly and went to the bathroom to brush your teeth first. Your hair was still damp from the shower you had taken.”But you’ll have to wait for me a bit”
“I’m patient” you smiled at what he said, that was true.
Mitsuya had been the one who contacted you for the job; he might seem like the calmest of them all but he wasn’t. You knew him too well, and what he showed wasn’t what he really was.
After finishing getting ready you grabbed your bag and passed by his side. As you stepped out of the apartment a strong slap landed on your backside, the sound echoing through the hallway.
“Not here” you hurried to walk ahead of him, the black-haired man quickened his strides to reach your side, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.
What you didn’t fully know was that at that moment Toman was in the middle of a bigger conflict with a new gang that was rising. It was no longer just about setting a place and time to fight like they used to; these conflicts were more serious now.
Manjiro was in quite a difficult situation. Former gang leaders and younger new members were beginning to act against Toman.
This new gang had spread faster than usual, and they targeted anyone involved with the Tokyo Manji Gang. That was why Mitsuya had shown up to pick you up at your apartment. The shopping excuse had been more than just that — an excuse.
You were very close to the leaders of Tokyo Manji. It was obvious they could come after you to get information, or if they discovered how deeply you were involved with them, they could threaten to put you in danger and force a deal that would not benefit Toman at all. Your presence was noticeable in the lives of the leaders of each squadron; not only did you indulge their whims, they had also included you in their personal lives.
And even if you didn’t know it at that moment, you were someone quite special to Manjiro Sano.
“What do you have to buy?” Mitsuya made you hold onto his arm and you both began to walk. The dark-haired man always alert to his surroundings.
“You’ll see”he simply cut the conversation there. When you reached a few blocks farther away he led you into a rundown alley; at the end of it two guys were waiting for him “Stay here, I need to do something”
You stopped walking and let him continue alone. Your gaze fixed on your shoes; you would rather not see the exchange they must have been making — money for drugs, or drugs for some kind of important information. It was typical.
Your back leaned against the nearest wall, not caring if you got dirty when loud gunshots echoed. Mitsuya returned to you wrapping a gun in a handkerchief, his brows relaxed and his expression somewhat tired. He wiped the pistol before tucking it into the waistband of his pants. As if nothing had happened, he took your arm again and guided you along.
“Did you shoot them?” you murmured near his neck. A pair of police officers walked past you; in that area where crime ruled it wasn’t strange to see them. They looked at Mitsuya with curiosity, both greeting him at the same time.
Right… Toman also had its connections with the police.
“They gave me false information” he replied without showing any expression.
“But… will Mikey agree with that?” it was strange, such a sudden action, to end someone like that in broad daylight. Or at least you hadn’t seen them do it until now.
“He told us to handle things our own way” as you kept walking you realized you were heading straight to the usual place where everyone would be “These days things can’t be done like before. Either you screw them over or they screw you” you preferred not to say anything; they knew what they were doing. A long time ago you had stopped doing your “secretary” duties, which had been the job they first offered you. Now you mostly handled coordinating meetings with other important people and helping Mikey with matters inside Toman.
Now that job, as we know, had changed a bit. Even if that didn’t mean you weren’t aware of what was happening — at least until this moment.
“You still know how to fight… like with punches and stuff?” Yuzuha and the others, when they were talkative, had told you about their other abilities.
“You don’t forget that” Mitsuya let out a rough laugh “Though now you need this beauty”he patted the place where he had hidden the gun.
“You could teach me how to defend myself” you spoke. Mitsuya began to think about what to tell you, wrapping his arm around your waist “In case something happens, or I don’t know.”
“Nothing is going to happen to you, we’re going to protect you” he stated, slipping his fingers under your shirt, caressing the skin of your waist. Anyone passing by would think you were just a simple couple enjoying the day.
“If you say so” you stayed quiet for the rest of the walk, neither of you saying anything.
———
“Don’t touch her” Takemichi slapped away Kazutora’s hand as it was reaching toward your hair “_________ probably doesn’t want anything to do with you after seeing you with those… girls the other day”
“Oh come on, I was drunk, I just got a little carried away” Kazutora tried once again to stroke your hair.
“Enough” Chifuyu raised his voice, warning the boy not to bother you. The black-haired man, who was sitting at your other side, made space on his lap for you to sit on “Quit your bullshit and pay attention.”
Mikey looked at them with total hatred; he was talking and none of them were paying attention.
“Damn it, you talk instead” he gave the floor to Draken and threw himself onto the sofa.
You settled against Chifuyu’s chest and rested your cheek on his shoulder. The now black-haired man wrapped one of his athletic arms around your shoulders, a cigarette resting between his fingers. While both of you paid attention to Mikey, Chifuyu took a drag every now and then.
You got along quite well with Chifuyu even though sometimes he stayed completely silent, maybe talking to himself in his head. He was one of the few who visited you when you were at your apartment.
“You already know the situation” Draken stood up and walked toward the board that held various photos of different people, maps and pictures of buildings “Others… other idiots are trying to make us lose influence in the country. Their moves have been far too strategic for them to be just common people.”
“Get to the point” Smiley asked with a wide grin. Everyone complained for him to shut up.
“This one” he pointed at a particular photo. You narrowed your eyes in that direction, trying to see more clearly what it was “Takeomi Akashi” the man, somewhat older than all of you, was in the picture with a cigarette in his mouth “He was from Shinichiro’s generation, Mikey’s brother” he should be at least thirty-six years old… what was he doing only now interfering with Toman?
“And that bitch, what about her?” Sanzu appeared in the meeting room, holding up a pill high in the air, showing off his vice especially to you.
“No, thanks” you answered his offer. The pink-haired man made a face and put the pill in his mouth. Mikey glared at him and kicked him out of the room for interrupting.
“As I was saying” Draken cleared his throat and began speaking again “Threats have been reaching the lower groups of Toman, the ones who distribute and bring us… you know what” he wanted to avoid using the word “They’ve already intercepted several plans and that’s screwing us over quite badly”
“Is he the leader or what?” Hakkai asked while looking at the other photos.
“We still don’t know for sure, they don’t leave any trace when they act” Draken started pacing back and forth “It’s either him, or Wakasa Imaushi” this time he showed a guy with braids.
“Or Akashi’s sister” Mikey interrupted.
Draken nodded at him and took from the board the photo of an albino girl. That caught your attention quite a lot; you didn’t know about the existence of a female gang leader or boss.
Draken brought the photo closer for everyone to see. Chifuyu leaned forward, making you move in the same direction since you were sitting on him. You let out a small laugh when he took the chance to bury his face in your neck and leave a loud kiss there.
“If you see her, do whatever you can” Draken placed the photo back on the board “Ideally she would at least tell us what the hell they want.”
“Count on it” Angry spoke.
At the end of the meeting everyone stood up to go do their usual tasks. You took the chance to approach Mikey to see if he needed help with anything.
“There’s nothing to do, you can use the movie room or whatever, do what you want” you nodded at what he told you; a free day for you was fine “Or you can come with me, I need to meet with Inui and Koko to deal with some matters. You could take notes, we haven’t gone out for work stuff in a long time”
Right, he always went alone since his presence or his fighting skills were needed. After all, he was still the invincible Mikey.
“Great, I’ll come with you” Mikey forced a smile to give you and both of you began getting ready to leave.
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cw: NSFW, lingerie, suggestive content, mild sexual touching, teasing, possessive behavior, established relationships, implied intimacy.
The ToMan boys react to you modeling lingerie for them — flustered stares, bold comments, and reactions that range from soft admiration to dangerous temptation…
—You want me to sit there and just watch you model lingerie for me?—he asked, arms crossed. You nodded, watching him raise his eyebrows.
—Yes —you saw him make a face.
—No, hell no. For your own good, it’s better if you give your own opinion about them —he turned around and walked out of the room. Just like that.
—Well, your loss —you sang as you headed to the bathroom to change. If you knew your boyfriend well enough, then he’d be outside waiting even if he had refused.
When you came out, you confirmed it, letting out a small laugh.
Half of his body was inside the room. He had his mouth pressed against the back of his hand against the doorframe, most likely biting it. When he saw you step out of the bathroom wearing the burgundy velvet set, his eyes swept over your body from top to bottom.
—What do you think?—you spun around in place so he could see the full details of the back. Baji tilted his head further to the side, leaning more into the room to take a closer look.
—Shit, why do you do this to me?—the boy let out a huff and began muttering under his breath.
Manjiro Sano
Your boyfriend’s eyes couldn’t have been any wider. Neither could his mouth.
—How does it look on me? —you adjusted the straps of your panties and gave yourself a slow, complete turn. When you stayed with your back to him for a few seconds, Mikey let out a small squeak to himself, unable to believe how good you looked at that moment.
You stood in front of him again, his gaze was anywhere but on your eyes.
—Wait… I didn’t see well, turn around again —you smiled at his audacity and spun around once more in your place so he could get a better look at the set.
—And…?—you asked, looking at him face to face again. By this point Mikey had his hand against his mouth, his eyes moving quickly from top to bottom, completely stunned.
—It’s pretty—that was the only thing he let out, his voice sounding almost painful.
Takashi Mitsuya
—You’re good at these things, so be honest and don’t say it looks nice just because you like me, okay?—Mitsuya looked at you and nodded, completely firm—. great, wait for me right here outside.
—Anyway, I could make you a set myself —Mitsuya murmured to the air— And I’d be more than happy to take your measurements, _______.
You got dressed inside the bathroom quickly and came out after a while. The black set fit your body perfectly, the panties had two straps that wrapped around your hips; to be honest, it took you a little effort to put it on.
—Mhm… come here —Mitsuya adjusted himself in the chair, shifting his hips slightly and motioned for you with his hand.
Once you stood in front of him, he straightened up again and stretched his hands to the height of your panties, adjusting the straps over your hip bones. In that moment, he took the chance to touch the material with his fingers, tracing the edge slightly before pulling his hands away from you.
—It’s very pretty, and it fits you perfectly —he praised, forming a smile—. Though I still say I could make a much better one.
—So that means it’s not that nice?—you tried to tease him a little. Mitsuya let out a few small laughs, narrowing his eyes at the same time.
—I’m telling you it is very pretty—he wrapped his arms around your hips and pulled you closer to him to leave a small kiss on your abdomen.
Ken Ryuguji
—Are you going to model for me?—Draken’s perverted expression appeared in an instant; you rarely saw that look on his face.
—Yup, so sit wherever you like and wait for me —you walked into the bathroom and started changing.
—Alright, I’ll wait here —you heard him say.
You came out of the bathroom and stood in front of him. The most surprised one was you; seeing him sitting in the middle of the couch with one arm stretched over the backrest and his heel resting over one of his knees gave you quite the view.
—What’s wrong? —Draken smiled, showing his bright teeth. You cleared your throat and coughed, nervous.
—Do you like it? —you stepped a little closer, somewhat nervous as you noticed his gaze more intense than ever, scanning you.
With his free hand, Draken motioned for you to turn around, moving his index finger in circles. You blinked a couple of times; he looked different in that facet.
You slowly spun in place, and when you were facing Draken again, your nerves grew even more. Without thinking, you brought your hands to your bra, adjusting it even though it hadn’t moved.
—It fits you perfectly—he admitted honestly, looking at your body. A nervous laugh escaped you, and you let out a small squeal when he stood up just to take your hand and pull you toward him.
Kazutora Hanemiya
—Is it my birthday or why such a gift?—you started laughing when you heard him say that. Kazutora was something else.
—I just need your opinion, so sit down if you want and wait here —you gave his chest a light shove and he fell back onto the couch. He didn’t get mad; instead, he slightly spread his legs to settle into the seat.
—God… you looked me in the eyes…—while you were getting dressed in the bathroom, you heard him thanking the heavens. He really was a case.
After putting on the white set, you stepped out of the bathroom and walked a little closer to him, keeping a safe distance.
—And? Is it nice?—you glanced down at the set and then lifted your gaze back to him. Kazutora froze in place.
—Fuck…—he leaned forward while still sitting, resting his elbows on his thighs. His eyes fixed on the upper fabric with determination before lowering to where the panties with small ruffles rested.
—Do you like it? —you bit your lip nervously when he didn’t say anything.
—You’d better take it off so I can see it better —you blushed completely at his shamelessness.
Souya Kawata
—I don’t think that’s a good idea… I’m terrible when it comes to clothes —the boy clarified right away.
—Shhh… you just have to tell me if it looks good on me or not —you stuck your head out of the bathroom and saw him standing in front of the couch, not doing anything yet— wait for me.
This time you had chosen to buy a pale pink set. It wasn’t your favorite color, but the set was simply majestic.
Completely made of lace. When you stepped out of the bathroom, you were adjusting the straps of your bra, so you didn’t see the way Angry lightly slapped his own cheek to focus.
—Wow —Angry let out.
—Do you like it?—you looked at him to see his reaction. Angry fidgeted with his hands, his eyes wandering over every inch of your skin. Without meaning to, he struggled to focus on the set itself.
—It’s… very pretty —he cleared his throat— It suits you really well, the color matches… your skin.
—See? Isn’t it nice?—you squealed excitedly and spun around in place— it has lace in the back too, I loved it.
—Yeah —Angry dropped back onto the couch when he finally saw the lace in the back— _______, please stop spinning around.
Chifuyu Matsuno
—I should be the one embarrassed, not you —you laughed at his behavior. The blond was completely flushed.
—I don’t know why you want me to see them… I’m a guy, I doubt my opinion will help you —Chifuyu tried at all costs to avoid seeing you in lingerie.
—It’ll be quick, I promise —you disappeared into the bathroom to change. You put on the set with very thin panties, all in black.
When you came out of the bathroom, you heard Chifuyu swallow.
—Look! How do I loo—
You stopped when you saw Chifuyu burying his face into a cushion on the couch. The expression on your face deepened when you saw him hitting his face with the cushion.
—Hey… stop hitting yourself —you walked over just to pull the cushion away from his face and place it behind your back. When Chifuyu lifted his gaze to you, he let out a yelp and covered his eyes with both hands—Oh come on, you’re old enough to not act like this.
—I’m still not used to it —he slightly parted his fingers and looked at the set through them.
—Is it nice?—you asked again.
—Yeah —he answered automatically. His eyes slowly roamed over what the set revealed— the color is nice.
—The color isn’t a big deal —you laughed at his reaction— look —you spun around in place so he could see it more fully.
—Holy Mother of God —he muttered in a whisper. When you faced him again, you saw him completely defeated against the back of the couch, this time without covering his face.— by any chance… do you have another set?
Nahoya Kawata
—This time you have to look at me —you told him as you walked into the bathroom.
—I swear I’ll look way too much —he promised, shouting.
You smiled at his enthusiasm and started putting on the dark set you had bought that same day. You tied the straps of the bra behind your neck and, after briefly checking yourself in the mirror, stepped out of the bathroom.
Nahoya let out a whistle.
—That’s my girl! —he stretched his hands out, calling you over to him.
—Is it nice?—you looked at the set with a bit of doubt. Smiley nodded several times. You stepped a little closer and, instead of giving an opinion, he turned you around in place. Once you were facing away from him, he pulled you against himself. You let out a small squeal as you ended up sitting on him without even processing it.
—The fabric is really good —he wrapped one arm around your waist, and his free hand slipped over your bra, cupping one of your breasts in his palm— good texture, the color’s nice, and the size is perfect.
—You’re just taking advantage to grope me—Smiley started laughing at his own shamelessness. He let go of the fabric of the bra and moved his hand behind your neck, undoing the knot.
—I don’t actually like it that much, let’s try another one—you slipped out of his embrace, holding the straps so the bra wouldn’t fall. Then you went back into the bathroom to keep modeling more sets for him.
Seishu Inui
—Are you trying to kill me with a heart attack?—the blond got startled when he heard your request. When you nodded at his question, he began to stutter.— Do I have to see you… myself?
—Yes, wait here —after grabbing a few new sets you had bought that morning, you hurried to the bathroom to try them on.
First, you put on a cute pastel-colored set. It had plenty of lace and gave you a very pretty shape. After looking at yourself in the mirror, slightly doubtful, you stepped out of the bathroom and stood in front of him.
Inui tried to look only at your eyes.
—But you have to look at the set —you smiled at the way he reacted.
—It’s not necessary, everything you wear looks amazing on you —his eyes hesitated, wanting to lower his gaze but doubting at the same time.
—But Inui, look at the damn set —you stepped closer to him to put him on the spot and force him to look at the set properly.
Inui lowered his gaze to the pale bra, focusing on every detail before letting it travel down to the panties. He leaned back and fully rested against the back of the bed, covering his face with both hands.
—You’re so fucking pretty —he muttered against his hands, covering his face and eyes.
Takemichi Hanagaki
Takemichi looked at you while scratching the back of his neck, his cheeks turning red.
—I…—you smiled at his awkwardness.— I…
—It’s better if you don’t say anything and just give your opinion about the set I’m going to show you, okay?—you turned around without waiting for an answer and walked into the bathroom with the lingerie bag in your hand. After putting on a lilac set, you came out with a bright smile on your face, completely excited.
—_______…—Takemichi called your name in a whisper.
—Is it nice?—Takemichi nodded several times, quickly.— Are you sure?
Takemichi couldn’t handle his blush anymore, but he nodded again, not wanting to look at your bare skin. In the end, though, he lost the battle. Your eyes dropped to the exposed skin, and he didn’t even try to hide the way he slapped his own cheeks.
—But…—you stopped when you saw him finally realize that he had to say something.
—You look beautiful, like an angel —you pouted when you heard him and hurried toward him to try to hug him.— oh no no no, no hugs, not now, at least not now.
You were confused at first, but when you looked down at yourself with barely any clothes on, you understood and started laughing softly at him.
Ran Haitani
—I’ll show you some new sets I bought yesterday —you lifted the bag in your hands and looked at Ran.
The one with braids started to form a mischievous smile. After slipping his hands into his pockets, he walked slowly toward you. His index finger hooked onto the edge of the bag as he peeked inside, looking at the different lace sets.
—I like that one —he pointed at a bright red one.
—Alright, I’ll start with that one then —as you turned to head to the bathroom, Ran grabbed your wrist, stopping you.
—Wait, you could put them on right here —you let out a laugh at how perverted that sounded.
—I’m only planning to show you the lingerie, Ran —you walked to the bathroom again, this time successfully. You decided to start with the one he chose, and after putting it on, you opened the door to step out.
Surprise; Ran was waiting for you right outside. He brought his hand to his mouth and whistled enthusiastically.
—Alright, give me a spin —your eyebrows arched.— it’s to look at it properly, relax.
Still standing inside the bathroom, you gave a full turn in place. Ran let out an almost shouted exclamation, whistled again, and his hands tried to touch the fabric on the lower part.
—Okay, okay, let me put on the other one —you pulled away laughing from his attempt to hug you and pull you closer.
—No, no, I’m sticking with that one, I like it —his hands stretched out again and hooked around your torso to pull you toward him.— You can model the others for me one each day, keep this little red one.
You rolled your eyes in amused annoyance. Ran took advantage of having you in his arms to slide his hands down to the lace waistband of your panties, moving it playfully as if he were going to pull it down. Even though he didn’t.
Rindo Haitani
—Are you going to model for me too?—Rindo looked at you over his glasses, one eyebrow slightly raised.
—Mmmm no.—you joked as you stepped into the bathroom. You decided to put on a very pretty white lingerie bodysuit. It had plenty of lace, so you couldn’t wait to see Rindo’s reaction.
When you stepped out of the bathroom, you walked toward him with a smile clearly written across your face. Rindo’s gaze moved from your neck downward with full attention.
—Don’t you want to give me a little dance?—he asked, just in case you dared to. You shook your head, so Rindo straightened up slightly and sat closer to the edge of the couch, looking at you more intensely.
—Is it nice?—you asked this time, turning slightly from side to side so he could see the whole piece.
—Nope.—you made a face instantly.— I’m kidding, pretty.—Rindo started laughing when he saw how quickly your expression changed.
You grabbed a cushion from beside him and hit him in the face for playing that joke. A tug on your wrist made you fall onto Rindo, who burst out laughing at the situation. The nerves appeared instantly.
—You look very beautiful.—he admitted, gently caressing your hips. Rindo spent a long moment staring at the lace on the bust before speaking again.— Are you sure you can’t give me a little dance?
Izana Kurokawa
—And what would that be for?—you put on your best poker face when he asked you.
—What do you mean “what for”? I need your honest opinion.—you disappeared into the bathroom.— and don’t you dare leave.
As if you were Flash, you quickly put on the caramel-colored set. When you stepped out of the bathroom, the first thing you did was notice Izana’s somewhat astonished expression.
—Look, this is one of them.—you walked closer so he could see the small flowers on both parts of the set.— Do you like it?
—Ah.—that was all he said. You placed your hands on your hips and looked at him reproachfully; getting him to take something seriously was always a case.— Shit, let me focus.
Izana rubbed his eyes and looked at you again. He stretched both hands out and pulled you a little closer to him, still sitting against the couch. His large, rough hands settled on your hips at the level of the garment, touching it softly as if he actually knew what kind of fabric it was.
—Mhm —still holding you, he turned you around, placing you with your back to him.— this one is nice.—his finger hooked into the lace of your panties.
—Just nice?—to be honest, you were expecting more compliments.
—Yeah.—he turned you around again; you let out a small laugh at the way he handled you like a doll.— The bra, hmm.—he tugged your wrist slightly so you’d lean down toward him. His eyes carefully examined the pattern and color of the bra— yeah, the whole set is nice.
cw: NSFW, unprotected, friction, pregnancy fantasy. Choso has a secret fetish, and without thinking twice, you fulfill it for him.
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“How did we go from the quiet guy who hesitated before touching me... to the one who now can't keep his hands off me?” you whispered, implying that lately he was unable to stay away from you.
You slid your fingertip along your jaw, watching him with a curious smile as Choso crossed the room.
“Before, you would ask my father's permission to go out with me... now I'm sure you would say something like, ‘Your daughter calls me daddy and asks me to spit in her mouth.’”
“Do you want me to spit in your mouth, babe?” he teased, lifting an eyebrow with that infuriatingly charming smile of his. You shrugged.
“Would you say that in front of my father?” you shot back, mimicking his expression and flashing him a suggestive smile.
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. Not loud—just deep enough to make your stomach flutter. He put the bag down next to your bed and approached you slowly.
“Nah, I'd rather keep them to myself... I don't want to scare you,” you laughed as he sat up and rested his face on your chest. Your hands went to his hair, caressing it gently.
Ever since you made your relationship official nearly a year ago, Choso had become completely inseparable from you.
And when I say unable to separate himself, I mean everything about him. His hands, his mouth, his tongue, and other parts of his body. It wasn't a problem for you; you loved having him so in love that he couldn't get enough of you.
“Tell me yours, and I’ll tell you mine,” he murmured, brushing his nose and lips against the neckline of your blouse. You laughed at the slight tickling sensation of his breath on your skin. “What do you say?”
“I'll think about it...”
“If you want, I'll start. I'll confess one of my fetishes... or no, maybe it's more of a fantasy I have...” He thought for a second, figuring out how to say it. Then he smiled cheekily and looked at you. I'd like to come inside you, love, he whispered close to your ear, sighing into it with a deep sense of satisfaction. Not once, but several times, filling you over and over again.
Was he serious?
“I'd love to see you pregnant,” he whispered, his nose brushing slowly from behind your ear down the curve of your neck. You shuddered as you felt his flat tongue lick you. “Carrying my child inside you, oh God,” he moaned against your skin, and just hearing him made your skin tingle. “You would look so beautiful.”
“Are you serious?” you whispered softly, holding his shoulders tightly. He nibbled your neck with the tips of his teeth, anticipating the gasp you let out.
“Yes. That's what I want.” Without moving his face from your neck, now wet from his tongue, he slid his hands down to the straps of your blouse. I'd take you hard day and night to make it happen.“ Your breathing quickened, and you shifted uncomfortably as you felt your blouse being mercilessly pulled down to expose your breasts. ”And when you get pregnant, I'd keep doing it until you couldn't take it anymore."
You arched your back the moment his mouth took hold of your breasts, his tongue teasing one of your nipples and his hand attending to the other. His palm cupped your entire breast, kneading it patiently and slowly while his tongue sucked the other more violently than he intended. You grabbed his hair and pulled, holding him close to you so he wouldn't move an inch away.
After leaving your entire nipple and the surrounding area wet, he moved on to the other one. First, he brushed it with his teeth before taking it completely into his mouth, moving his tongue in circles and then sucking hard. His eyes searched for yours and, not finding them, he teased you by pressing with the tip of his tongue. You opened your eyes immediately, looking down at his predatory gaze, his pupils seeming deeper and denser.
His legs were now on either side of your thighs with him on top of you without completely crushing you.
When he pulled away, he didn't hesitate to place each hand on your breasts, keeping them there in pleasant squeezes and subtle caresses as he began to speak again.
“Wouldn't you like that, baby?” He nibbled on his lower lip. “I would take such good care of you, always.” He leaned down to kiss your lips. I'd treat you like the queen you are, always, every damn minute I can.
His lips covered yours in a possessive, fiery kiss. Your insides grew even warmer, and you could already feel your panties getting wet between your legs.
He pressed his lips against yours and began to kiss you passionately while continuing to touch your breasts. Soon he bit your lower lip and, after turning it toward him, getting you to open your mouth slightly, he slipped his tongue inside without asking permission. It felt wet inside you, his saliva mingling with yours, and the two began an endless battle.
Between gasps, sighs, moans, and kisses, the situation became increasingly heated. His actions became more intense, his jaw tensed, and the vein in his neck became more noticeable after he had an erection in all its glory. He let out a growl that died inside your mouth. You quickly pulled away from the kiss, leaving him just a breath away.
“Take off your pants,” you blurted out, entranced by how clear you could feel him even through his clothes.
Without saying a word and acting quickly, he got rid of his pants by getting up from the bed. He dropped them anywhere along with his T-shirt and then leaned over you again.
He devoured your mouth again. His tongue explored you with the same desperation as always.
Your hands clung to his shoulders, your nails scratching part of his back just out of instinct. You couldn't think of anything at that moment.
He moaned into your mouth, his hips dropped toward yours, and his hardened member thrust into your center. The pressure was overwhelming. You left your mouth open as you sighed, and he took advantage of the moment to grab the side of your neck and squeeze it.
“Fuck... yes,” he swallowed a gasp, biting hard on his lower lip. With one hand he grabbed one of your breasts and the other remained on your neck, he straightened his back and rammed into you again over your clothes. “Yes, there. Just like that.”
His hips moved in such a way... fuck, just watching him made you want to come.
Your hands grabbed the hand that was holding you down on the bed, on your neck, and he immediately looked at you. When you lifted your hips toward him, he understood. He let go of you and pulled down the cotton shorts you were wearing, his muscles tensing, rigid. His arms flexed and, dropping his elbows on either side of your head, he rubbed against you again. This time there was more contact, you could feel it clearly.
“Aah... Choso...” With each thrust, the cotton of your clothes rubbed against your clitoris with considerable pressure. The tension in his body was palpable, alive, burning under his skin. You noticed it when he dropped his face onto your neck and his back was completely tense, as were his shoulders. “Love...”
A trembling sigh silenced you.
One of his hands slipped between the mattress and grabbed your buttocks tightly, kneading them hard and then looking for a more convenient angle. He lifted your hips slightly with one movement, held you by the buttocks, and continued to move against your intimacy.
Now he had greater access, and you rolled your eyes in response to the pleasure that spread through you. A few more strokes, a few more licks on your exposed, sensitive nipples, grunts and incomprehensible whispers—that was all it took before you came with a cry. You said his name aloud, and your body convulsed with pure pleasure.
He didn't continue to stroke your center, no, instead, noticing how you came and squeezed his biceps and scratched the skin on his shoulders, he slipped his hand inside your panties and cupped your wetness. Your hips thrust upward, you couldn't control it, it just happened.
His palm moved up and down your crotch slightly, then played with your juices with his fingers. He kept one elbow next to your head while his other hand teased you, spreading you, feeling you get wet and soaking your clothes.
“W-wait.”
“No.”
He slid two fingers inside your wetness, spreading them apart, pushing them deep before curving them and touching that spot inside you. You moaned loudly again, your hands clenching into fists against the discarded sheets.
The heat was scorching.
You opened your mouth, unable to bear how your body was reacting to his caresses. Choso watched you closely, looking at your expression as he thought about how beautiful you could be like this, moaning incessantly with sweat running down your forehead. He loved it.
He pulled his fingers out completely, moved them upward, spreading the new moisture to your sensitive clitoris, and then moved back down, entering you with one thrust. You screamed, earning yourself a lick on your lips and part of your teeth. You kept your lips parted, trying to breathe. The air wasn't enough. You ended up panting, unable to breathe any other way.
He hadn't climaxed. His boxers were wet with excitement, but he hadn't been able to finish before. But now, just hearing you again, he was close. Fucking close.
“Hold on a little longer, beautiful,” he asked in a honeyed, attractive voice. His fingers went back in, slower this time, exploring inside.
He didn't want to do anything special, he just wanted to prolong the moment. At least as long as possible.
His hand moved your panties a little lower, his strength enough to pull them down below your knees so you could kick them away yourself.
“Open your legs,” he whispered close to your cheek, his hand firmly holding your thigh.
You opened your legs.
He leaned on his side right next to you. While you lay on your back, Choso had his elbow propped up so he could keep looking at your legs. From there, you could see his face perfectly close, his lips moist and with a wound from a possible bite in the center. His eyes were a couple of shades darker than usual, with dilated pupils.
He moved your leg further away, separating them a few millimeters more. Then, without taking his eyes off your face, his hand touched the center of your wetness again. It was so slippery that his perverted side was fascinated. He wanted more.
Now, his palm flattened against you and he began to caress you, circling your clitoris, moving quickly in circles. He didn't let you think, you couldn't speak, you returned to a state where you closed your eyes and opened your mouth for him.
Your legs trembled, your hands sought support somewhere, anywhere would do, but you only had the sheets nearby.
He pressed down as he moved his fingers inside you, circle after circle quickly, wanting you to tremble for him and come harder. Again, you were close, so close it hurt.
You reached out and held his member over his underwear. It was wet right where it lay throbbing between his legs, hard and clearly marked. As soon as you touched it, he stopped his movements and moved closer unexpectedly. He let out a low, manly moan as he melted under your touch. You smiled slightly.
“Come...” you called, looking more needy than you had planned.
Choso rested his forehead against yours, unable to resume his movements on your wet bundle of nerves. He moaned again, unable to help himself, after you began to caress his erection. It was thick, its circumference clearly visible even under his clothes.
You ran your hand up its length and began to slip your fingers inside his underwear, searching for it.
“Baby...” he warned hoarsely.
“Do it.”
Their foreheads were still together, and they stared intently into each other's eyes. Choso raised his eyebrows in doubt, not understanding anything. On the other hand, you held his length and pulled it out of his underwear. He shuddered immediately.
“Do it inside me,” you whispered decisively, running your thumb over the wet tip of his member. His hips unconsciously moved closer to your hand.
“Mmhh,” he moaned softly, closing his eyes and letting himself go. He exhaled through his mouth after you pumped him a couple of times.
“Do it now,” you asked, moving your hand up and down again. “Please.”
His eyes opened again, no longer doubtful or confused. He always did what his girl asked him to do.
And this would be no exception.
He nodded, and with a quick movement, he sat up between your legs. He first observed how excited you were, looking intently with a mischievous smile at the mess he had caused in your intimacy. It looked so shiny from your previous release, so exciting for him to see. He definitely couldn't hold back any longer.
He didn't hesitate.
He climbed over your body, his palms tracing your hips and waist before holding one of them against the headboard. His free hand reached up to hold your cheek, his elbow pressing into the mattress to support himself without crushing you. You wrapped your legs around his hips and pulled him as close as possible.
You looked at each other intensely before you felt a prick in your intimacy. It was only a few seconds that you felt that intrusion, and then it was just pleasure. He began to penetrate you carefully, sliding inside until his hips touched yours.
You gasped loudly as you felt him completely inside you. He clenched his jaw and gritted his teeth; his eyes closed for a moment. You looked at him longingly, refusing to look away. The hand holding the headboard tightened, and the muscles in his arm stood out clearly.
Seeing him struggle to restrain himself was, without a doubt, the most exciting thing you had ever seen.
“Is... is that okay?” he whispered, with a slight stutter. He held on tighter to lean a little closer to your face, searching your expression for any sign of discomfort.
“Yes, it's okay,” you shook your head, nodding vigorously.
He nodded and looked down slightly. He looked down between you, separated his hips for a moment, and then moved them back against yours, more slowly this time.
You could feel every inch of him perfectly; it was a totally new sensation. It was strange; you could never have imagined that it would be even more pleasurable. Although you thought it was because it was the first time you had felt it without anything in between. You liked it; you liked feeling him skin to skin.
Your feet dug into his butt and you urged him to move more. You needed to increase the pace, or you might beg him to do it anyway. His hips increased their movements as you began to feel the back of the bed bumping against the wall. It was subtle, but persistent.
You weren't aware of how hard you were biting your lip until Choso leaned in to kiss you. It was a brief kiss, enough to stop you from hurting yourself.
You held him by the neck, wrapped your arms around him, and kept him close to you. You were close, you could tell by how tense you felt inside and how your stomach fluttered uncontrollably. You pulled him close to you, and he responded by covering your cheek with kisses. Kisses that were interrupted at times by his own moans of pleasure.
His increasingly intense movements sent a shiver through your entire body. He began to thrust hard, so hard that he moved them closer to the headboard. Now the top of your head was grazing the edge; with each thrust, you were about to hit it.
However, Choso noticed. Instead of leaning on the mattress, he slid his arm over your head and placed it between your crown and the headboard, protecting you against it. The whole scene made you even more overheated, your nails slid under his shoulders and you held on tight. Your breathing became more agitated, your insides contracted, and with that, Choso shuddered violently. You came without warning, again.
Feeling you squeeze him, his forehead fell onto yours and his heavy breathing hit your face. He thrust once, then again, and on the third thrust he went deep and stayed there for a few seconds. It was enough for him to come suddenly, filling you with his essence.
“Oh... shit, _________,” he moaned loudly against your mouth. Spasms ran through him as they did through you, both of you having released almost at the same time.
He whispered your name a couple more times before collapsing exhausted to one side. His hand closed around your waist and pulled you with him. He didn't want to leave your insides. Not yet.
You both lay on your sides. He adjusted himself and slipped an arm under your head. The other remained firmly around your waist, holding you close. You took a few deep breaths. You couldn't say anything; you simply lay there, your face buried in his neck.
Then, you felt his lips kiss the side of your head, near your ear. After that, it was common to receive tender kisses and caresses from Choso.
On the other hand, the pressure was still there, warm, present. His grip on your waist tightened just as you tried to move, separating your legs from him.
"Not yet," he whispered.
His hand, previously entwined around your waist, slid down and cupped your bottom. He kept your body close to his, still needing you to feel him like that a little longer, reveling in your warm, comfortable interior. Then, he slightly pulled his face away from you, and you followed suit, noticing his still-breathless expression. A bead of sweat trickled down her temple, but a radiant smile graced her full lips. She immediately claimed you as her own, kissing your mouth with intensity. She licked your lips and tongue, then began kissing you without hesitation.
It didn't take long. In the middle of passionate kisses, you could feel him hardening again inside you. That meant something. Definitely.
"Do you want to take a shower?" he murmured against your lips before kissing you again. Without hesitation, you nodded, letting him lead you to the bathroom.
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Smut Warning +18 | implied sexual content | pussy eating | “Itadori is so damn innocent.” .
Well, There isn’t much to say about your relationship... You've been dating since freshman year, and let's just say he was more inexperienced than you when it came to intimacy.
Even so, you both explored those moments of lust together, calmly and subtly.
“Is this okay?” he asked in a whisper, pressing his elbow further into the mattress and bringing his lips close to your ear, basically on your cheek.
You shook your head quickly, meaning yes.
Your hand tightened around his wrist.
His soft touch, his fingertips and the pads of his fingers calmly caressed your intimacy. He took his time to enjoy the moisture and warmth emanating from you.
His fingers moved from your thigh, the sensitive inner part of it, to your folds, going beyond where your center was flushed. You held his hand and moved it upward.
He stopped what he was doing for a moment, pulled down your pajama shorts, and looked at your face.
Your eyes were still closed.
Your lips, barely parted, moistened from time to time with an unconscious movement of your tongue. Your face turned slightly and your cheek rested against the pillow..
“Touch me there... watch...” Your small hand, compared to his, reached for one of his long fingers and guided it in a certain direction. Itadori let his eyes observe intently, peeking between your skin and your thin pajama shorts.
The tip of his finger brushed against your clitoris and you immediately let out an almost relieved moan.
Hearing that exciting sound, Itadori quickly brought another finger to that spot and pressed with his fingertips. His movements were circular, so precise that they made you gasp softly.
“Do you like that?” he asked curiously. He smiled when, instead of answering, you threw your head back and arched your back.
“Just...” you sighed through your mouth as you felt his fingers speed up. “Keep going, please.”
Itadori nodded his head, not noticing that your eyes were still closed.
After looking at your moist lips, moving down your neck until he reached your little pajama top, he swallowed hard.
Should he take it off?
He wanted to see more, he was quite curious to observe every inch of skin on his beautiful girlfriend's body.
He moistened his lips, once, then twice, before settling himself properly, his hand still moving between your thighs and his elbow still resting on the side of your head, leaning on it at all times so you wouldn't feel his weight on your body.
“I'd like to...” he whispered shyly. His cheeks flushed slightly after receiving a moan from you. “And... _______, I'd like to... oh God...”
He became so frustrated that he couldn't finish his sentence. He just moved his free hand a little closer to your breasts, and with some difficulty, managed to unbutton the first two buttons of your pajamas.
Light blue
Still nervous and somewhat bewildered, he could see the light blue lace of your underwear. His new view made his hand stop moving, so you opened your eyes briefly.
“Yuji, what's wrong?” You wanted to smile when you saw him staring at your chest, not blinking or making any casual movements. “Hey.”
“Nothing... nothing, nothing, I'm just...” You giggled when you heard him speak so quickly. He smiled broadly, blinked, and looked up into your eyes again, his face still facing down. “Can I do something new?”
“Sure, surprise me.” Your answer made him smile even more. He seemed quite excited about what he was about to experience.
With all the delicacy in the world, he removed his hand from your center, moving up your body and out of your shorts while briefly caressing your stomach.
His hand tickled you; it was a very pleasant sensation.
He placed his knees on either side of your thighs and each of his hands on either side of your waist, appreciating the bare skin exposed by your pajamas. Little by little, his hands moved up your garment.
He just wanted to watch a little longer.
“You're very, very pretty,” he said, softening his gaze. You noticed it immediately.
After discovering your belly button and a little beyond, he stopped touching your skin and instinctively moved his hands up to the buttons of your top. You stared at him as he unbuttoned them all, leaving you with only your bra on.
“To be honest, I'm very nervous,” he admitted in a low voice. His fingers traced the back edge of your underwear. “I'm just acting on instinct, or I don't know, maybe I'm doing something stupid,” he reproached himself. “But if you'll let me... I'd like to see you...”
Seeing his determination, you agreed. You loved Itadori, who wouldn't?
You took off your top yourself and then quickly got rid of your bra. At that moment, your boyfriend whispered something incomprehensible in your ear. You leaned back on the bed and watched his next moves. It was a complete surprise when each of his hands cradled your breasts.
You bit your lower lip slightly as you felt the warmth of his skin, his palm completely covering your nipple, his touch so pleasant that you wished he would never leave you.
Your surprise grew when you noticed how he lowered his face, bowed his head, and after running his thumb over the tips of your nipples, left a small kiss on one of your breasts, then went on to do the same with the other. It was so tender, so sweet.
He had no fucking idea what to do, he was just doing what he wanted, what he needed to do with your body.
Every action was gentle and patient, and despite his nerves, he was able to control his actions. You looked at him after feeling a tingling sensation below your abdomen.
Itadori left another kiss on your chest, his lips pressing briefly on both breasts. The moment his gaze met yours, you felt a shiver of pure pleasure.
His face was between your breasts, his cheeks slightly reddened along with his tousled hair and heavy breathing. You both looked at each other just as Yuji gathered his courage and decided to move his body down while leaving small kisses on your abdomen.
He wanted to taste you now.
He needed to know how you would feel if he did that to you.
What would you say about it?
He was ready to do it right, he would try hard.
He pulled down your shorts with both hands, neither of you breaking eye contact.
You didn't complain because thanks to that, you noticed the blush on his cheeks more and more. Even now he looked very cute.
But hey, Yuji doesn't always have to be cute, after all, he's a man now. So it was inevitable that this would take a somewhat abrupt turn.
At least right now, seeing how his hands squeezed the skin under your thigh and slightly raised your legs so that you bent your knees, he looked anything but cute.
He was between your legs, damn it, his face was seeing what had previously been covered by your shorts and underwear. He didn't stay there for long and began to do what his instincts told him to do. His lips found your folds and he spread your legs a little wider so he could touch further; the moment his mouth completely touched your clitoris, you let out a loud moan.
He repeated that movement once more, making sure to remember that area because, judging by your reaction, you liked what he had just done too much.
Your fingers tangled in his hair and he instantly moved closer, bumping his nose against your mons pubis. Your mouth opened slightly with pleasure and you arched your back slightly, your eyes closing tightly as you felt his tongue exploring every detail of you, every sensitive spot.
A pleasant shiver ran down your spine, your mind went completely blank when Itadori enjoying the way you reacted to his touch. His hands gripping your thighs tightly made everything feel more and more intense.
His hands ran over your thighs, squeezing them, then moved up to hold your buttocks. At that moment, you felt his tongue slipping inside you, exploring, and he let out a moan of satisfaction when he felt your warmth and heard your subsequent moan. He held your buttocks as he moved his face away from your wetness, took a long breath, and then continued with his work. He was probably enjoying himself. He smiled briefly and held you in place before continuing to lick your center, running his thin but soft lips over your clitoris, which was so desperate for more.
At this point, you wondered how you had both managed to remain silent for so long, given that you were both quite talkative.
“H-honey,” you called out. You were surprised to notice that your voice was lower than usual and somewhat broken. Yuji immediately lifted his face to look at you, wiping his chin with the back of his wrist to make himself look more presentable. For some reason, you found that quite attractive.
“What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?” He almost furrowed his eyebrows, and his worried and somewhat frightened expression seemed somewhat endearing to you.
He undoubtedly had something so... special.
“No... no, I...” You looked at him briefly and closed your eyes, burying your neck in the pillow and whispering, “I... maybe we could...” Your boyfriend caressed your thighs tenderly, waiting for what was bothering you. “I want more, Yuji.”
“What do you mean by m...? Oh.” He understood almost immediately, almost. You opened one eye to look at him, to observe his reaction, and you could see nothing but an anxious grimace. He was smiling. “Yes? I mean... do you want to? I want to. It can be now or... or it can be tomorrow or next year, I don't know, whatever you prefer, I say yes to everything.” He spoke almost to himself.
After that conversation, you nodded decisively. You were sure of what you wanted. Come on, we're talking about Yuji Itadori.
They both wanted to be with each other, in every way, so they immediately got started and decided to kiss as if nothing was happening, both moving the sheets around as they shared sensual kisses and caresses. And they did it, that day, at that moment, they had their first time.
English is not my primary language, so please excuse any mistakes! I used a standard translator.
• Male lead is 25 years old and female lead is 20 years old.
Being Baji's younger sister meant only one thing: absolute protection.
For years, no one saw her as a woman. Only as “the little sister.”
Until someone crossed that line…
Every night you crossed the street without looking back, swinging your purse to one side and keeping a soft smile on your face.
Maybe you shouldn't have come...
Or maybe… you’d wanted this more than you were willing to admit.
You had to arrive at exactly nine. Right after the motorcycles sped out of the lot, when the air still carried the sharp scent of gasoline and burnt rubber.
You quickened your pace, clutching your black leather jacket to cover the exposed skin of your dress. Your heels struck the pavement in sharp, steady clicks — a rhythm competing with the frantic pounding of your heart.
You exhaled slowly
A light glowed in the distance, warm and almost golden against the darkness.
You bit your lip, nerves tightening in your chest as you rehearsed words you knew you wouldn’t end up saying.
You didn't have time to process your dialogue; he didn't let you walk any further and approached you with long strides. A verbal greeting wasn't enough; he grabbed you by the waist the moment he got close and left a passionate kiss on your lips.
He kissed you like he could finally breathe again. The moment he realized you had come to him — despite everything — something inside him settled.
“You made it...”
His thumb brushed gently over your cheek, slow and deliberate, until it slid into your hair and tucked a loose strand behind your ear.
You nodded and stepped closer, erasing what little space was left between you.
“How could you ever doubt that?” you whispered against his jaw.
He tilted his head down, letting your breath ghost over his lips.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
His eyes closed for a moment. Then his forehead rested against yours, noses brushing softly. His hand drifted from your cheek to your neck, stopping just above the curve revealed by your dress.
He didn’t say anything.
He didn’t have to.
The way he looked at you — slow, intent — said more than words ever could. Your skin shivered, partly from the cold night air… and partly from him.
“You have no idea how hard it was not to come after you,” he murmured, his voice low, carrying something deeper than just desire.
His hands slid down to your hips, firmer this time, pulling you flush against him.
The heat of his body seeped through the thin fabric of his suit, and his breathing grew heavier as your hands traveled up his chest, fingers curling into his shirt like you needed something solid to hold onto.
“I told you not to do that,” you whispered, though there was no real protest in your voice.
You could feel him — solid, unyielding — pressed against you. The strength of his abdomen, the width of his thighs, the sharp line of his hips fitting against yours like he was meant to stand exactly there.
He gave you that small smile — the one he wore whenever he knew he was crossing a line.
And had no intention of stepping back.
“And I told you I didn’t care.”
His mouth returned to yours, slower this time, deeper. It wasn't a hurried kiss. It was one that claimed you as his. He didn't give a damn if anyone saw them, he wasn't going to hide or repress his feelings. He didn't care about that now. He was going to let himself be carried away by what he felt, in fact, what he felt for you alone.
You were the only thing that ever made the noise in his head go quiet.
His hand trailed lower down your back, dangerously slow, pausing at the curve of your body before slipping just a little further.
Your breath faltered against his lips.
“If your brother knew…”
The words hung between you like a warning. He opened his eyes. The darkness didn’t hide the resolve in them.
“I don’t care.”
And that was what scared you the most. Because you knew exactly what that meant. Loving someone like this wasn’t just risking a secret.
It was risking loyalty.
And still… your hands refused to let go of him.
“You know I’d tell him right now,” he said, your name softer this time, though his tone remained serious. “But I get it. I know you’re not ready. Keisuke can be…”
“Impossible,” you finished for him.
He huffed a quiet laugh.
“An idiot,” he corrected, a faint, crooked smile tugging at his lips.
“If he finds out…” you whispered.
“Then I’ll deal with it.”
A small smile appeared on his face — almost boyish.
But there was nothing innocent about it. You held his gaze, searching his expression, trying to understand what he was truly prepared to risk.
“I’m willing to do anything,” his gaze drifted down to your lips, and you instinctively wet them with your tongue. “I’ll do anything if it means staying by your side, _________.”
He said it like a simple fact. No dramatics. No exaggeration. Just the truth.
Your hands trembled slightly against his chest. Your throat tightened without warning, forcing you to swallow past the sudden knot forming there.
You knew he wouldn’t back down. Not for anything. Not for anyone. Not even Keisuke.
The whole situation was chaos. Every stolen glance, every secret meeting, every moment you had to pretend nothing was happening sent adrenaline flooding through you. Your heart would race so violently you were sure it might give out one day.
It was complicated, but you had fallen so deeply in love with him from the very beginning, so… how could you let him go?
You wouldn’t. Not even in your worst nightmares.
“Shall we go?”
The question snapped you back to reality, and you suddenly remembered why you were there in the first place.
Dinner.
And yes — your brother was overprotective enough that you’d had to lie just to be here tonight.
“Where are we going tonight?” You slipped your arms around his waist, pulling yourself closer. He smiled, that easy, almost boyish smile, teeth flashing briefly in the dim light.
“It’s a surprise.”
The next day was Sunday.
When you arrived home, the front door was open. Voices filled the house — loud laughter and overlapping conversations echoing through the rooms. The sound of bottles clinking together was already familiar to you.
You took a deep breath.
As soon as you stepped inside, he was already there.
Sitting on the floor, surrounded by everyone.
Relaxed, one leg stretched out, his back resting against the sofa. His smile filled your entire vision. You didn’t notice what they were drinking or who else was there — you only saw him.
A moment later, his eyes found yours.
For a second, his expression shifted, his smile changing slightly. Just a small movement at the corner of his mouth, stretching a little wider.
You cleared your throat and looked away, walking quickly toward the kitchen to set the shopping bags down.
“_________! Did you bring my order?” Baji called out cheerfully. “Little sister! My sweet sister!”
“My deodorant?” you asked, rummaging through the bag before pulling it out. “Yeah, I’ll leave it somewhere visible so you can grab it later.”
“Hey, Baji, can’t you buy your own stuff?” you heard his voice from the kitchen.
You smiled without meaning to.
“Ah? Don’t mess with me, Mikey,” your brother shot back. Everyone immediately burst into laughter, teasing him about how useless he was when it came to taking care of himself. “It’s just a sibling favor. You ask Emma for stuff too, idiot.”
“If you’re already twenty-five, buy your own damn things, Baji,” Draken added.
The teasing started up again, and you even heard a couple of playful hits. It was normal. That was just how they were with each other, you thought.
After you finished putting a few things away, the doorbell rang.
“Pizza’s here!”
You peeked out right away. Smiley rushed to grab it, and everyone gathered around the large table to start eating. They pushed a few bottles toward the center and set down four large pizza boxes, practically covering the whole table.
Thankfully, you hadn’t eaten at Yuzuha’s earlier. Now you could at least steal a slice from your friends without feeling guilty.
You stepped closer, stopping near the table, still standing. You tried not to draw attention to yourself. Manjiro was sitting with his back to you, and the only empty seat was right beside him in the corner.
Ever since your relationship had started in secret, you had been careful about every little movement around him. Maybe overly careful, even though no one seemed to suspect anything. Still, it made you feel safer.
“Oh, ________, are you just going to stand there all night?” Baji grinned, winking to make it clear he was only teasing. “Sit down, little sister.”
“How charming,” you muttered, taking the seat beside Manjiro.
Immediately, his knee brushed against yours under the table.
Slow. Almost accidental.
The blond stretched his hand out to place a plate in front of you, then set a slice of pizza on it. You glanced at him briefly before thanking him.
Across the table, Draken was arguing about something irrelevant. Chifuyu laughed. Mitsuya drank calmly, just like Hakkai. Nahoya and his brother were devouring as much pizza as they could.
And then, beneath the table, a hand moved.
It brushed your wrist first.
You pressed your hand against your skirt, lowering your gaze just in time to see his fingers slide toward yours before lacing them together. His thumb began tracing slow circles over the back of your hand.
You swallowed.
Above the table, Baji was talking about a fight and how he’d taken his opponent down.
Below it, your hands grew warm together.
Trying to act normal, you took a bite of your pizza. You glanced briefly at each of your friends before lowering your eyes again, pretending to focus on your food.
Manjiro moved his hand slowly. Your fingers were still intertwined when he guided both of your hands onto your thigh, subtly nudging your skirt higher inch by inch. Your skin prickled instantly.
“Are you blushing?” Keisuke asked suddenly.
You nearly snapped your head up at the sound of his voice, staring at him across the table. You frowned slightly, keeping your composure.
“Huh? No. It’s just warm in here.”
He laughed.
“Yeah. Warm.”
Manjiro said nothing, and you quickly took another bite of your pizza.
You felt his pinky slip free from your hand, brushing against your skin. Your fingers were still intertwined near the top of your thighs. After a moment, he let go completely, sliding his palm over your thigh instead.
You dared to look at him — and felt the consequence immediately.
His gaze met yours at once. He masked it by lifting his glass and taking a long sip of soju, as if nothing had happened.
But his eyes…
They were electric.
He wasn’t looking at you with obvious hunger or open desire. It was calmer than that. Steadier. A look that said you were still his, even surrounded by everyone else. That he was willing to let someone hate him for it, if it meant being able to touch you like this — or even just stand this close.
A faint smile tugged at his lips.
And you…
You felt the air leave your lungs.
You quickly dropped your gaze, forcing yourself to focus on your slice of pizza. You kept eating in silence while the others grew louder, laughing harder after finishing two bottles.
You tried to breathe normally.
But his hand moved again.
Further in this time.
Your fingers immediately caught his wrist, but he squeezed your thigh in response before you pushed him slightly away from your center.
He didn’t stop.
His hand slid back up, brushing the sensitive skin of your thigh, moving slowly along the inside.
Your skirt had twisted slightly, only a few inches away from brushing against your cotton underwear.
“Mmh…” you heard him clear his throat — the sound tight, restrained.
Mid-bite, you grabbed his wrist again, his veins pressing firm beneath your palm.
The tension between you could have been cut with a knife, and yet no one noticed. They were already drunk.
Everyone except Manjiro.
He hadn’t taken more than a few controlled sips since you arrived. He didn’t need alcohol tonight. He was more than capable of losing control on his own.
Your hand remained wrapped around his wrist, trying to slow the deliberate, unhurried movement of his fingers.
He wasn’t rushing. He was playing.
And that made it worse.
The kind of games he liked… were different. Especially when you were involved.
He leaned in slightly, just enough that no one else would notice. His voice was barely a breath against your ear.
“Relax.”
His thumb moved again — not upward this time, but tracing a slow line along the inside of your thigh.
He didn’t cross the line.
He stopped just before it.
Your breathing faltered.
“You’re shaking,” he added, almost amused.
You tightened your grip around his wrist, trying to push him away. He didn’t fight you.
But he didn’t pull back either.
He lifted his glass again, drinking calmly while his fingers remained there — still, warm against your skin.
Above the table, Baji kept talking about a fight.
“And then I slammed him to the ground — boom!” he laughed loudly, hitting the table.
The movement made everything shake.
Your body jolted slightly.
Manjiro smiled.
For a second, you thought he would finally stop touching you like that in front of everyone.
He didn’t. In one swift motion, he caught your hand from above and guided it between your legs.
“What are you—?” you started to whisper, the slice of pizza shielding your mouth from the others.
You looked at him. His gaze was dark. Intent.
It started at your eyes… and slowly dropped to your thighs. It lasted only a second. But to you, it felt endless.
His middle finger moved against yours, and when it reached a certain limit, your fingertip made contact with your underwear. He caressed your fingers, making them move against your clitoris from side to side, lightly, gently. You straightened your back and moved closer to the table, hoping that no one would notice what was happening just a few steps away from them.
His feigned innocent gaze focused on his friends, smiling from time to time. His fingers continued to move yours almost possessively, pressing them into your crotch and caressing you with increasing repetitive rhythm. You closed your legs, causing him to release your hand but abruptly cutting his game short. As you raised your hand to look for your cell phone, pretending to look at that instead of just observing every detail of the piece of pizza, Manjiro’s palm pressed fully against you. A quiet gasp escaped your lips.
“Shit…” you muttered under your breath.
Several heads turned in your direction.
“Uh — just reading something. It’s nothing.”
The lie came out smoothly — smoother than you expected. Manjiro noticed. His eyebrow lifted slightly. And instead of backing off, he pressed closer.
In one smooth motion, he shifted his foot and hooked it around yours, guiding your leg slightly toward him. Your thigh moved just enough to leave more space between them.
Then, her fingers simply began a thorough exploration, intended to memorize every inch of skin.
He traced the inside of your thigh, moving inward with deliberate patience, pressing lightly over the thin fabric beneath your skirt. His touch lingered at the center, slow, controlled.
You clenched your cell phone in your hand, holding it so tightly that it hurt.
His hand moved your underwear slightly forward, three of his fingers sliding inside to lose themselves in the wetness that was becoming increasingly noticeable. You sighed shakily and tried not to move in anticipation. You rested your elbow on the table and dropped your forehead against your palm, pretending you were simply looking down at your phone, your hair slightly covering your face from the view of others. Your other hand slid across the screen, pretending you were reading something really interesting.
Beneath the table, his movements remained slow. Intentional. Almost torturous.
It felt like punishment.
Now you were irritated, restless, and entirely furious with Manjiro.
But damn, the excitement was stronger.
There was no way you could scold him later when you were clearly showing how much you liked it. If anything, it only made it worse — knowing it shouldn’t be happening, knowing it was a secret no one else could see. Yes, there would be consequences. But it also brought a rush of adrenaline that stirred a storm of emotions inside both of you. It was unbelievably intoxicating.
Out of the corner of your eye, you glanced down and noticed his free hand had left his glass. It now rested on his own thigh, gripping the dark fabric of his pants tightly. His fist was tense, veins standing out against his skin, his face slightly paler than usual.
He was holding himself back. You could see it. He wanted to pull you away from everyone, to find somewhere private, to do a thousand things he couldn’t do here. But he couldn’t. So he endured it.
And that's why he refrained from fucking you with his fingers, even though he was dying to do it. He only caressed you, a reminder that only he could touch you like that in these circumstances. He didn't give a damn if they saw him, if Keisuke saw him. He didn't care if they beat him up, if he lost a long-time friend, or if it caused such a big scandal that it hurt all his friends. His priorities changed dramatically.
“Mikey, it’s time to go.”
Draken stood up with a slight sway. Some of the others were already asleep with their heads resting on the table. Baji was still laughing with Kazutora — you had no idea what they were even talking about.
“Emma texted me. It’s time.”
Manjiro let out a quiet, steady breath. With one last subtle touch, he adjusted your clothes before standing up. He was the only one still sober, so you assumed he would be the one taking Draken home. As he turned toward you, he casually brought his fingers to his mouth, cleaning them in a way so subtle no one else seemed to notice.
He winked. That teasing smile — playful, almost smug — made your breath catch halfway.
“Goodbye, ________,” he said softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your cheek, his nose brushing lightly against your skin.
“B-… bye.”
He pulled away, gave the others a brief nod in farewell, and headed out of the house with Draken.
The next day
A sudden argument broke out, starting with an unintentional shove. Keisuke hadn’t been watching where he was going — and of course, he wasn’t about to apologize. Especially not when the one he had bumped into was a member of a well-known gang in the area. It felt like the perfect excuse to blow off some steam.
“Baji, you’re always the loudest one barking… but when it actually matters, you disappear.”
Bad choice of words.
Draken immediately grabbed Baji by the jacket, holding him back. Kazutora stood nearby, his expression serious. Mikey was a few steps behind them, looking only mildly uninterested in the argument. Mitsuya and Hakkai stayed close as well, watching carefully in case the bald man’s companions decided to step in.
“What did you just say?” Baji muttered, stepping forward and forcing Draken to tighten his grip.
“Nothing.” The man smiled crookedly. “Just that sometimes the loudest dog forgets to watch what he’s got at home.”
“Say it clearly or shut up,” Draken growled.
“I’m saying maybe you should take better care of what’s yours.”
Silence.
The air shifted instantly. All of Toman went still. That sentence made them pay attention for real, and they stepped closer.
“What the hell are you implying?” Baji spat.
“He’s messing with you,” Mitsuya muttered, already understanding the intention.
The man shrugged with fake innocence.
“Nothing, nothing… I’ve just heard things.”
“What things?” Baji’s patience was gone.
The man looked him up and down, a twisted grin spreading across his face. Baji’s teeth ground together; his fist clenched in a second.
“That your sister’s friendlier than she looks,” he laughed. Draken released Keisuke as he started walking toward the man. “Relax, don’t look at me like that. I’m just saying she probably knows how to entertain people.”
He didn’t even finish the sentence. A fist came out of nowhere.
The punch landed square against the man’s jaw with a sickening crack. Before anyone could react, Mikey grabbed him by the collar and drove another punch into his nose, then another into his cheek.
Keisuke froze in place.
The others, still stunned, rushed forward to keep the bald man’s group from interfering.
“You want to say that again?” Mikey snapped, throwing another punch before slamming him to the ground and pressing his knee into his abdomen. The man couldn’t speak; blood filled his mouth and blurred his vision. “Say it again. Go on. Say it again and I’ll break your damn mouth.”
He hit him again. And again. His knuckles split open, his fist quickly staining red.
“Mikey, that’s enough!”
Mitsuya grabbed his arm.
“Mikey!”
Draken moved in too, pulling at him.
Manjiro landed one last blow before shoving the man flat against the pavement and slowly standing up. His eyes were dark — almost completely void of light — filled with pure contempt. He didn’t step away until he drove a final kick into the man’s stomach, making him curl in on himself.
They dragged Mikey back. The bald man stumbled away before the police could show up.
Throughout it all, Keisuke just stood there, trying to process what had happened. Kazutora finally pulled him by the shoulder, urging him to leave with the others.
But something didn’t sit right.
Mikey hadn’t reacted like that in years.
He hadn’t waited to be hit first.
He hadn’t measured himself.
He had simply launched forward.
Baji stayed silent as the group began to disperse. Draken kept scolding Mikey while Mitsuya wiped the blood from his knuckles with an improvised cloth.
“You went too far,” Draken growled.
“No,” Mikey replied calmly, almost cold. “He did.”
“That was my fight,” Baji muttered.
Mikey looked up. Their eyes met.
“Not when they talk about things that don’t concern them.”
Draken frowned. Keisuke studied him carefully, trying to understand what was so hard to read about Manjiro.
“Since when does that bother you so much?” Draken asked, irritated that they now had to leave quickly to avoid police trouble.
Mikey didn’t answer right away. He just shrugged.
“I don’t like it when people talk about someone who isn’t here to defend themselves.”
It sounded logical. It did. But his tone — and the way he looked — said something else. Keisuke didn’t press further. He kept it to himself and followed the others toward their bikes. Without another word, they went their separate ways.
Baji walked into your room without knocking.
You shot him an annoyed look immediately, though he didn’t even bother turning around. He simply started rummaging through your closet.
“Hey, have you seen my black hoodie? The one with the half-broken zipper.”
“No, I haven’t.”
You didn’t look away from your computer as you answered, continuing whatever you were doing.
Keisuke let out a frustrated sigh. You used to borrow his hoodies all the time — he was your brother, and you liked to say it was his obligation. Besides, his clothes were nice. But this time, you were certain you hadn’t taken that one.
“Check the living room,” you added. “Maybe you left it there.”
He crouched down and began searching through the lower part of the closet, pushing aside a few pieces of clothing until something at the back caught his attention.
A shirt.
Wrinkled. Curious, he reached in and pulled it out.
As he stretched it open, he got a better look at the design. Simple. A small logo on the back. Plain in the front.
Familiar. But not his.
It was Manjiro’s.
The shirt he wore at home on his days off. The one he only had on when he didn’t expect visitors. Keisuke remembered clearly — there had been times they showed up unannounced, and Mikey had been wearing it lazily while eating breakfast.
What was it doing in his little sister’s closet?
When the rummaging stopped, you finally turned to look at him. And froze.
He slowly turned around, holding the shirt in both hands. Your blood ran cold. He looked at you. Just briefly.
But it was enough.
Your face had gone pale.
His expression hardened instantly. His jaw clenched. You didn’t have to say a word.
Your reaction told him everything.
And no — he didn’t need to ask.
He needed to go find his so-called best friend and break his face. That was Baji’s first instinct. And it was enough. He walked out of the room without looking at you, his steps fast and firm, the shirt still clenched in his hand.
It took you two seconds to react before running after him.
“Keisuke! Wait — wait, don’t—!”
You watched him rush down the stairs and throw the front door open.
“Keisuke, no!”
By the time you reached the door, it was too late.
He had already started his motorcycle and sped off toward Manjiro’s house. The tires screeched against the pavement before he disappeared around the corner.
The roar of the engine stole the air from your lungs. Your heart slammed violently against your ribs. You knew exactly what was going to happen.
Keisuke wasn’t impulsive.
He was explosive.
And Mikey…
Mikey wasn’t going to stand still.
You ran into the street, but it was useless. There was no way you could catch him on foot. You looked around desperately, thinking about calling someone.
Draken?
Mitsuya?
And say what?
“Hi, my brother just found out I’ve been sleeping with the leader of Toman — his best friend — and now he’s probably going to kill him.”
Great.
You dragged a hand through your hair, breathing fast.
You couldn’t let this explode like this.
Meanwhile, it only took eight minutes for Keisuke to reach Mikey’s house.
The front door flew open, slamming against the wall. Emma barely had time to react before Baji stormed in like a hurricane, breathing hard, his messy hair falling along the side of his face.
“Where is he?” he roared.
Mikey appeared from the hallway, wearing that irritating calm that defined him. He had on a simple black T-shirt. Very similar to the one Keisuke was holding crumpled in his hand.
Their eyes locked for two seconds.
“What’s wrong, Keisuke?” Manjiro asked, though his voice was no longer light.
Baji lifted the shirt and threw it against his chest.
“Explain to me what this was doing in my sister’s closet.”
A heavy silence.
Mikey didn’t bend down immediately. He just lowered his gaze to the fabric at his feet. He recognized it instantly — how could he forget the first night he had sneaked Baji’s little sister into his room. Flashbacks hit him suddenly and he had to force himself not to smile. He had given you his shirt after slightly tearing your top — how else were you supposed to go home without clothes?
Then he looked back up at him.
And for the first time… he didn’t smile.
“Keisuke—”
“Don’t call me that.”
His voice trembled. Not from fear, from burning rage.
“Since when?” he spat. “Since when have you been sneaking into my house? Since when have you been looking at her like that?”
Mikey took a step forward.
“I didn’t ‘sneak’ into anything.”
Oh well…
“Oh, really?” Baji stepped forward too, closing the distance until they were face to face. “Then why are your clothes in her room?”
Manjiro’s jaw tightened. His eyes darkened.
He didn’t step back. But he couldn’t lie — he wasn’t a liar. He hated lies.
So it had to be now.
“Because I care about her.”
The words hit like a gunshot. Like a bucket of freezing water dumped over Keisuke.
Manjiro had expected his reaction, so when the dark-haired boy clenched his fist and lunged at him, he was ready to dodge.
The punch grazed his cheek.
“Don’t mess with me!” Baji roared, spinning to throw another punch.
This time Mikey didn’t dodge. He grabbed his wrist. He squeezed firmly, using just enough force to show he was serious. He caught his other wrist when Baji tried to swing with his left.
“Listen to me,” he said, his voice low, steady, not needing volume to command attention. “I didn’t touch her without her wanting it.”
That hurt more than any punch.
Maybe Manjiro shouldn’t have said that.
Keisuke struggled, trying to break free.
“She’s my sister!”
“I know,” he answered in a murmur. “I know, Keisuke! Damn it…”
Emma stood in the hallway, not daring to interfere. The blonde suspected something, but you had never confirmed anything. And she had never told anyone either.
Baji clenched his teeth until his jaw cracked. His eyes burned with violence — and confusion, and betrayal. He was feeling too many things in that second.
“Since when?” he asked again, this time lower, but heavy with fury.
Mikey released him slowly, trying to talk instead of tearing the house apart with a fight. If they ended up killing each other, the one most affected would be you — and he didn’t want that.
He was willing to take a punch if necessary. But he knew you loved your brother, so he wasn’t going to touch him.
He didn’t step back.
“Since the day she stopped being just your sister to me.”
Another punch.
This time it landed.
The fist struck the corner of his mouth. Mikey’s head snapped slightly to the side. Blood. He tasted metal on his tongue and, frustrated, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
Keisuke stared at him, waiting for the hit that should have come in return — but Mikey did nothing.
He didn’t hit him.
He just looked at him again.
“If you want to hit someone, do it,” he said, wiping the remaining blood from his lip with his thumb. “But I’m not going to regret it.”
That was worse.
Keisuke had never seen him this serious. This certain. He looked unsettled, realizing this was something far bigger than he thought. He didn’t know what to feel. What to say.
“You think this is a game?” Baji spat, stepping forward. Mikey didn’t retreat. He lifted his gaze and met his eyes without hesitation.
“No. Neither this nor her is a game to me.”
Blood kept sliding slowly down his lip, and this time he didn’t wipe it away.
“She’s my little sister,” Baji said, running a hand through his hair, holding himself back.
“I know.”
“She’s younger than you.”
“I know,” he muttered. Manjiro was aware there were a few years between you. He knew. It didn’t matter enough to stop him.
“You’ve known her since she was… little, damn it. You’re an idiot.” Keisuke shoved him hard in the chest, and Manjiro shifted slightly. “How the hell did you cross that line?”
Mikey hesitated — just barely. Remembering everything. Remembering you. Remembering how it had all unfolded.
That microsecond was enough for Baji to notice.
And he exploded.
The next punch wasn’t announced. It went straight for his face. It hit his already bruised cheekbone and grazed his nose. The sound was sharp. Manjiro stumbled back a step, colliding with the wall.
“Don’t stay silent!” Keisuke roared. “Answer me!”
Mikey lifted his gaze.
Blood.
His breathing grew heavier. This time he felt his nose start to bleed slightly. He knew Baji’s punches were strong — he’d always fought with his fists, and they were his best weapon. He wasn’t surprised that even a glancing hit made him bleed. He took a couple of breaths, counted to ten, and stayed still. He didn’t strike back.
Baji grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall again.
“I asked you how you crossed that line!”
Mikey caught his wrists this time, gripping hard.
“It just happened. You should already know your sister isn’t a child anymore, Baji,” he said, low but firm.
That was like throwing gasoline onto a fire.
Baji threw another punch, this time to his abdomen. Mikey let the air leave his lungs, but he didn’t fall.
“She’s my sister!”
“And she’s not your property,” he replied, spitting blood to the side.
Baji shoved him again, breathing as if he had run for miles.
“Did you touch her?” The question came out broken.
Mikey held his gaze.
“I already told you,” he looked at him steadily. “I didn’t do anything she didn’t want.” Baji tried to hit him again, but Manjiro grabbed him, turned him around, pressed his cheek against the wall and held his arms behind his back. “Calm down, _________ will be here soon and she can’t see us like this.”
“And now you care? You dragged her into this!”
“I didn’t drag her into anything!” Manjiro growled, tightening his grip on Baji’s arms behind his back. “She chose to be with me.”
Keisuke struggled.
“Chose what, you damn idiot!”
“That’s enough, guys,” Emma called from the hallway again.
“She chose me,” Manjiro continued holding him against the wall. Keisuke let out an ironic laugh. “You still see her as a child. I don’t.”
Baji stopped struggling for a second. He truly saw her as what she was — his little sister. And he knew Mikey. He knew what his friend had done years ago, how dangerous he could be with others.
Mikey released him. Keisuke immediately turned and shoved him in the chest.
“Since when have you been coming to my house?” he asked, lower now.
“Since she lets me in.”
It was direct and honest. Baji watched the bruise forming on his cheek, his shirt now stained red in places. He blinked, staring at the floor.
“You’re not right for her,” he said finally.
The anger gave way to seriousness. Baji was certain of what he was saying and didn’t need more actions, only words. Manjiro remained standing, watching him calmly.
“You attract trouble.” Baji lifted his gaze again. “Blood. Enemies. Police. Everything you touch ends in danger.” Manjiro clenched his jaw, teeth grinding. “She’s not like us. She can still have a normal life. University. A job. Whatever.” He pointed at the ground. “You’re going to drag her into this mess.”
He sounded more mature than ever. It was true they were still in the gang; some had side jobs, but their meetings had never stopped. Everyone knew Manjiro Sano and Keisuke Baji. Everyone knew Toman. And even if you were Baji’s sister, your life had turned out more normal than expected. You were working to start university next semester, and everyone knew that.
“I’m not dragging her into anything,” Manjiro shook his head. “I know what you mean. I have Emma, you know?” he pointed at his sister behind him. “I understand what you’re saying, but no. I’ll make sure she does whatever she wants without problems. I won’t let anyone touch her or drag her into our conflicts.”
“And how exactly are you going to do that?” Baji mocked. “Are you going to stop being yourself?”
“If I have to, I will,” he stated.
His eyes widened at that. The declaration hit him hard. Would Manjiro really give up everything for her?
“If anything related to the gang affects her,” he stepped closer to Baji, “Toman is over. It ends.” His voice carried nothing but truth. His expression didn’t waver; he spoke firmly. “And if you decide to end our friendship, fine. I’m willing to throw away everything I’ve built for her.”
“You don’t abandon what you build,” Baji said more quietly.
“I have different priorities now,” his gaze pierced deeply. “I will never abandon her.”
Baji took a step back.
“You were the first one to say the gang was all that mattered,” he continued, his voice lower now. “That Toman was your family.”
“It still is.”
“Then you can’t just—”
He fell silent.
“I’m choosing not to lose her,” he said, his voice lower now. Different.
Silence.
Emma looked at both of them, understanding that this was no longer a fight.
This was a breaking point. Manjiro was willing to say something he never would have said in his life, just to be with his sister. And that was when he realized this couldn’t be something temporary. Not a simple fling between them.
Baji lifted his gaze one last time.
“If you make her cry,” he said, very low, “I won’t fight you as a friend.”
Mikey held his stare.
“I know.”
And right at that moment, you came running toward them. Emma looked at you cautiously, then at her brother. You tried to calm down when you saw they were standing and not destroying the house, but the moment you noticed the blood running from Mikey’s nose and mouth, you rushed to him.
You didn’t say anything. Your hands cupped his face as you stepped closer, inspecting him. At the feel of your skin, Manjiro relaxed and leaned into you, resting his forehead against yours and pulling your arms closer to him.
“What did you do…?” you murmured, your voice trembling as your thumb brushed the blood from his lip. You touched his upper lip gently, soft and pink. He gave you a tender smile.
“Nothing,” Mikey answered quietly, not taking his eyes off yours.
Baji watched the scene in silence.
You had already seen that your brother didn’t have a single scratch, so you took a moment before finally turning to look at him. You held onto Manjiro’s arm, simply needing to touch him. Keisuke looked at both of you. The complicity was obvious. And he wondered how he had been so blind not to see it before.
“Do you love her?” he asked suddenly, his eyes returning to his friend.
Mikey didn’t hesitate.
“Yes.”
No pause. No looking away. Keisuke felt something tighten in his chest. He could tell from miles away that he wasn’t lying. He knew him.
“__________,” your brother said. He looked at you for the first time. You met his gaze, silently asking him to understand. He didn’t ask the question, but you nodded anyway, knowing what he meant.
Mikey took a deep breath.
“I wouldn’t be here taking your punches if I didn’t,” Manjiro added, trying to ease the tension.
Silence.
Emma lowered her gaze from the hallway.
Baji ran a hand through his hair in frustration and turned a few steps away, as if he needed space to think.
“She’s my sister,” he muttered again, but this time it didn’t sound like an accusation. It sounded like a reminder to himself.
“I know.”
“If you hurt her…”
“I won’t.”
“I’m not warning you as a leader,” Baji added, turning back to look at him. “I’m talking to you as her brother.”
Mikey didn’t look away.
“And I’m answering you as someone who has no intention of letting her go.”
The air between them felt heavy. Manjiro lowered his hand and laced his fingers with yours. His touch calmed you instantly. You hadn’t even realized how nervous you were, how slightly you had been trembling from the stress. You knew he would find out sooner or later, but you hadn’t expected it to happen like this.
Baji looked down at the shirt still lying on the floor.
Then he looked back at Mikey.
“When were you planning to tell me?”
You were about to answer, but he cut you off.
“Forget it. Don’t tell me.”
He pressed the bridge of his nose and inhaled deeply, paused, then exhaled the same way. You turned to look at Manjiro, trying to understand what would happen now. He seemed to understand. His grip on your hand tightened, his thumb brushing the back of it.
Keisuke pressed his lips together, unable to say anything. He understood now. Had he accepted it? He was still processing it. He didn’t know how long it would take before he could truly see you as a couple. And yet…
Keisuke let out a fake laugh and started walking. He passed by your side and ruffled the top of your head. You were surprised when he smiled, and warmth spread through you, washing away the anxiety.
Baji looked at the blond for a few more seconds, evaluating him as if seeing him for the first time.
Then he shook his head.
“I always knew you were trouble,” he muttered. “I just didn’t think you’d make it mine.”
But there was no venom left in his words. Only resignation. Emma finally released the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.
You were still holding Manjiro’s hand, noticing how his thumb kept moving against your skin, almost unconsciously. As if he needed to make sure you were really there.
Baji walked toward the door. But he stopped just before leaving.
“Don’t you dare do this,” he pointed at both of you, “in my house,” he added without looking directly at you.
Typical Baji, you thought.
Strangely enough, that was his way of accepting it.
The door closed and silence filled the house. Emma decided to leave too, though not before giving her brother a firm pat on the back.
You looked at Manjiro, who was still staring at the spot where Baji had stood. And for the first time since you arrived… he let the mask drop.
He turned and rested his forehead against yours again.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
Not for loving you. But for letting it happen like this. He had never wanted you to go through something so stressful. Seeing you arrive breathless, fear in your eyes, something had tightened in his chest. You shook your head gently, brushing his cheek.
“Don’t apologize,” you murmured, sliding your thumb over the reddish mark on his skin. “It was going to happen sooner or later. Besides, I was the one who kept saying we shouldn’t tell him yet.”
And it was true. Manjiro had never agreed with hiding you. If it had been up to him, he would have shouted it to the world the moment he started liking you.
“I didn’t want him to find out like that.”
Mikey closed his eyes for a second under your touch, as if your hand alone was enough to steady him.
“I know,” you whispered.
“Are you okay?” he asked suddenly, opening his eyes.
You blinked.
“Me?”
He nodded.
“You came running. You were shaking.”
That was when you realized he still hadn’t fully let you go. And you hadn’t let go of him either. A small smile formed on your lips and you leaned up to press a soft kiss to his mouth. He smiled immediately.
“I’m okay,” you whispered. “I just got scared, that’s all.”
Mikey pressed his forehead more firmly against yours. This time his arms slid around your back, pulling you closer.
“I don’t want you to be scared because of me again.”
You looked at him then. Guilt shadowed his expression, his brows drawing together slightly, his eyes faintly glossy.
“It wasn’t your fault.”
You looked at each other again, calmer now that there were no more secrets to hide. Manjiro tightened his arms around you and lifted you slightly, bringing you up to his height so he could kiss you more deeply. His lips met yours in sync — not too rough so as not to hurt his split lip, but firm enough to show how much you both needed it.
And for the first time since it all began, you weren’t hiding.
• Protagonista masculino tiene 25 años y la protagonista 20 años.
Ser la hermana menor de Baji significaba una sola cosa: protección absoluta.
Durante años, nadie la miró como mujer. Solo como “la hermana pequeña”
Hasta que alguien cruzó esa línea…
Cada noche cruzabas la calle sin mirar atrás, moviendo el bolso hacia un costado y manteniendo una suave sonrisa en el rostro. Tal vez no deberías haber venido... o bueno, si, en realidad querías con todo tu ser asistir a la cita.
Debías llegar exactamente a las 9pm, justo después de que las motos hayan salido del recinto de manera fugaz, cuando el aire aún olía a gasolina y neumáticos quemados. Caminaste apresurada, sujetando con una de tus manos la chaqueta de cuero negra que era la encargada de cubrir tu expuesta piel del vestido color negro que traías. Tus tacones resonaron por el pavimento en un sonido brusco por cada pisada que dabas, el ritmo competía con tu corazón que bombeaba de una forma descontrolada. Suspiraste ampliamente.
A lo lejos, observaste una luz clara, casi amarillenta por los efectos de la oscuridad. De inmediato mordisqueaste tu labio con nerviosismo, pensando qué hacer o qué decir.
No tuviste tiempo de procesar tu diálogo, él no te dejó caminar más y se acercó a ti a grandes zancadas. No bastó un saludo verbal, te sujetó sosteniendo tu cintura al instante en el que se acercó completamente y dejó un fogoso beso en tus labios.
Presionó tu boca con alivio. Se sintió completamente en paz al ver que decidiste llegar a él a pesar de todo.
—Llegaste...
Su pulgar acarició tu mejilla con delicadeza, recorrió centímetro por centímetro de tu piel hasta llegar a tu cabello donde escondió un mechón detrás de tu oreja. Asentiste, dando un paso más cerca y acortando la distancia de sus cuerpos.
—¿Cómo pudiste dudar? —susurraste contra su mentón. Él bajó su rostro, permitiendo que exhales en sus labios —. No voy a dejarte.
Cerró los ojos por unos segundos. Su frente hizo contacto con la tuya, sus narices se acariciaron brevemente.
Sus dedos descendieron desde tu mejilla hasta tu cuello, deteniéndose apenas sobre la piel expuesta por el escote del vestido. No dijo nada. No necesitaba hacerlo. La forma en que sus ojos recorrían cada centímetro de ti hablaba por sí sola. Tu piel vibró por su contacto y por el frío de esa noche.
—No sabes lo difícil que fue no ir a buscarte —murmuró, su voz baja, cargada de algo que no era solo deseo.
Sus manos se deslizaron hasta tu cadera, esta vez con más firmeza, atrayéndote contra su cuerpo. Sentiste el calor que emanaba de él atravesar la fina tela negra de su traje al parecer costoso. Su respiración se volvió más pesada cuando tus manos subieron por su pecho, sujetando la tela de su camisa como si necesitases anclarte a algo real.
—Te dije que no hicieras eso —susurraste, aunque tu tono no tenía fuerza para reprenderlo.
Podías sentirlo firme contra ti. Su abdomen, que antes habías visto lo fuerte y marcado que era, sus muslos amplios y sus caderas... tan punzantes contra las tuyas.
Él sonrió apenas, esa sonrisa que siempre aparecía cuando sabía que estaba cruzando una línea... y aun así no pensaba detenerse.
—Y yo te dije que no me importaba.
Su boca volvió a la tuya, más lenta esta vez, más profunda. No era un beso apresurado. Era uno que te reclamaba como suya. Le importo una jodida mierda si alguien los veía, él no iba a disimular ni reprimir sus sentimientos. Ahora no le importa eso. Iba a dejarse llevar por lo que sentía, en realidad, lo que sentía por ti únicamente.
No podía dejarse llevar por otros de sus pensamientos o emociones, eso podría traer consecuencias. Sin embargo, lo relacionado a ti solo le traía paz y felicidad, así que dejó de reprimir todo.
Una de sus manos descendió peligrosamente por tu espalda, deteniéndose en la curva sobre tu trasero antes de deslizarse apenas más abajo. Tu respiración se quebró contra sus labios.
—Si tu hermano supiera...
El silencio cayó entre ambos como una advertencia.
Él abrió los ojos. La oscuridad no ocultó el brillo decidido en su mirada.
—No me importa.
Y esa era la parte que más te asustaba. Porque tú sí sabías lo que significaba.
Porque amar a alguien así no era solo arriesgar un secreto.
Era arriesgar una lealtad.
Y aun así... tus manos no lo soltaron.
—Sabes que yo le diría ahora mismo, _________ —la seriedad tiñó su voz —. pero entiendo que no quieras decírselo aún. Keisuke puede ser...
Una sonrisa suave, casi infantil, apareció en sus labios. Pero no tenía nada de inocente. Le miraste a los ojos directamente, intentando saber que estaba pasando por su cabeza en ese momento.
—Estoy dispuesto a lo que sea —su mirada se desvió hasta tus labios. De los nervios, los humedeciste con tu lengua —. Haré lo que sea si eso significa seguir a tu lado, _________.
Habló como si fuera una declaración, sin dramatismos, solo diciendo su mayor verdad. Tus manos temblaron apenas contra su pecho, tu garganta se apretó repentinamente por lo que tuviste que tragar saliva para aliviarla.
Sabías que no retrocedería por nada ni nadie. Ni siquiera Baji, tu hermano.
La situación era tan caótica, la adrenalina podía llenar tu sistema cada vez que lo veías a escondidas o cuando debían fingir en frente de todos. Cada vez sentías que podrías tener taquicardia fácilmente en esas situaciones. Era complicado, pero te enamoraste tan perdidamente de él desde el primer momento, así que... ¿cómo ibas a dejarlo ir?
Ni en tus pesadillas lo harías
—¿Vamos?
Su inoportuna pregunta hizo click en tu cerebro y recordaste porque estaban ahí. Iban a cenar.
Y si, tu hermano era realmente sobreprotector, por lo tanto, debiste mentirle respecto a la salida nocturna.
—¿A dónde iremos esta noche? —le abrazaste, pasando ambos brazos por su estrecha cintura. Él sonrió, mostrando su hermosa dentadura.
—Es una sorpresa.
Al otro día ya era domingo.
La puerta de tu casa estaba abierta cuando llegaste. Las voces llenaban el interior, con risas fuertes y conversaciones superpuestas. El sonido de las botellas chocando entre sí ya se te era familiar.
Respiraste hondo.
Cuando cruzaste el umbral, él ya estaba ahí. Sentado en el suelo, rodeado de todos. Estaba relajado, una de sus piernas estirada y su espalda apoyada hacia atrás contra una parte del sofá. Su sonrisa llenó toda tu visión y sólo eso pudiste ver, no que tipo de alcohol bebían, ni quienes más estaban presentes, sólo lo viste a él.
Pronto sus ojos encontraron los tuyos.
Por un segundo su expresión flaqueó, su sonrisa cambió levemente. Fue apenas un gesto de su comisura la cual se extendió un poco más. Carraspeaste y desviaste la mirada, caminaste a paso apresurado a la cocina para dejar las bolsas de las compras.
—¡_________! ¿Trajiste mi encargo? —Baji gritó alegre —. ¡Hermanitaaaa! Mi dulce hermana.
—¿Tú desodorante? —preguntaste revolviendo la bolsa y sacándolo —. Si, lo dejaré a la vista para que te lo lleves luego.
—Hey Baji, ¿tú no puedes comprar tus propias cosas? —oíste su voz desde la cocina. Sonreíste inconscientemente.
—¿Ah? No me jodas, Mikey —Exclamó tu hermano. Todos comenzaron a reír y burlarse de él, diciéndole lo poco eficiente que era para su propio bien —. Es solo un favor de hermanos, tu igual le pides cosas a Emma. Idiota.
—Si ya tienes 25, compra tus jodidas cosas tú solo, Baji — coincidió Draken.
Volvieron las burlas e incluso oíste un par de golpes. Era normal, ellos se llevaban así con sus juegos, pensaste.
Luego de ordenar un par de cosas, sonó el timbre.
—¡Llegó la pizza!
Te asomaste de inmediato. Smiley fue corriendo por ella, y todos se acercaron a la gran mesa para comenzar a comer. Trasladaron unas botellas al centro, y luego dejaron cuatro cajas de pizza familiar en la mesa, llenándola.
Por suerte no habías comido antes en casa de Yuzuha, ahora sí que ibas a quitar al menos un trozo a tus amigos.
Te acercaste, quedando cerca de la mesa de pie. Intentaste que no vean tu presencia, pues justo Manjiro se había sentado de espaldas a ti y el único asiento vacío era junto a él, en una esquina. Desde que comenzó su romance a escondidas que tomabas precaución por cada movimiento que realizabas cerca de él. Si, eras exageradamente precavida a pesar de no ver que alguien sospeche de ustedes, pero lo sentías mejor así.
—Oh, ________, ¿vas a quedarte ahí parada todo el rato? —Baji sonrió burlón, guiñando un ojo para demostrar que solo quería tomarte el pelo —. Siéntate, hermanita.
—Qué encantador —murmuraste, acomodándote en la silla junto a Manjiro, quien de inmediato hizo contacto con tu rodilla por debajo de la mesa.
Su rodilla acarició la tuya, un toque lento y casi accidental.
El rubio estiró su mano para dejar un plato en frente tuyo y luego dejó un trozo de pizza ahí. Le miraste brevemente antes de agradecerle.
Por otro lado, Draken discutía sobre algo irrelevante. Chifuyu reía. Mitsuya bebía tranquilo al igual que Hakkai. Nahoya comía a la par de su hermano toda la pizza que podían.
Y luego, bajo la mesa, una mano descendió.
Primero rozó tu muñeca. Apretaste tu mano contra tu falda, bajaste la mirada hasta ver cómo su mano se movía hasta la tuya antes de entrelazar sus dedos con los tuyos. Su pulgar comenzó a trazar círculos suaves en el dorso de tu mano.
Tragaste saliva.
Arriba, Baji habla sobre una pelea y cómo dejó a su contrincante.
Abajo, sus manos se calientan juntas.
Intentando disimular, mordiste un trozo de pizza. Miraste brevemente a cada uno de tus amigos antes de bajar la vista nuevamente, fingiendo que veías la pizza.
Manjiro movió sus manos con lentitud. Estaban entrelazadas pero las dejo a ambas sobre tu muslo, intentando mover tu falda hacia arriba poco a poco. Tu piel se erizó deliberadamente.
—¿Estás roja? —preguntó Keisuke de pronto.
Tu cabeza llegó a crujir por cómo levantaste la mirada hacia él, al otro lado de la mesa justo frente a ti. Frunciste las cejas, manteniéndote serena y disimulando todo.
—¿Ah? No, hace calor pero no estoy roja.
Él rió
—Claro, calor.
Manjiro no dijo nada, y tú rápidamente mordisqueaste de nuevo tu pizza.
Sentiste como su meñique se estiraba fuera de tu mano y tocaba tu piel, aún seguían con las manos entrelazadas muy cerca de la parte superior de tus piernas. Pronto, decidió soltarte y estiró su palma para acarrear tu muslo por completo.
Te atreviste a mirarlo y saboreaste la consecuencia de hacerlo. Él te observó automáticamente, disimuló agarrando su vaso para dar un buen trago de soju. Su mirada fue... electrizante. No te observó con descaro, con pasión, sino con una tranquilidad que decía que seguías siendo suya a pesar de estar rodeada de ellos. Que estaba dispuesto a que él lo odie si eso significa poder tocarte así como ahora, o siquiera poder estar a centímetros de ti.
Él sonríe apenas. Tú... sentiste que el aire desaparecía.
Volviste a observar y quedar atrapada forzosamente en tu trozo de comida. Volviste a comer en silencio, escuchando como todos aumentaban en risas tras terminar dos botellas de alcohol. Intentaste respirar normalmente pero volvió a mover su mano, más adentro esta vez entre tus piernas.
De inmediato tu mano agarró la suya, el apretó tu carne y la moviste más lejos de tu centro. Se negó, su arrastre volvió hacia arriba, tocando la piel sensible de tu muslo y siguiendo por la parte interior. Tu falda se enroscó levemente, solo faltaban pocos centímetros para que pueda rozar tus bragas de algodón.
—Mmh —le oíste carraspear, aclaró su garganta que sin duda estaba tensa.
A media mordida volviste a agarrar esta vez su muñeca, sus venas se aplanaron contra tu mano.
La tensión se podía cortar con un cuchillo y nadie podía notarlo, todos estaban ya ebrios. Todos menos Manjiro, quien solo había mantenido alcohol en su vaso desde que tú habías llegado. Sin duda no necesitaba alcohol esta noche, podía perder el control por sí mismo.
Tu mano seguía aferrada a su muñeca, intentando frenar el avance lento y deliberado de sus dedos. No estaba apurado por tocarte, estaba jugando.
Y eso sabías que era peor. Los juegos que le gustaban eran diferentes, sobre todo cuando estabas implicada.
Inclinó apenas el rostro hacia ti, lo suficiente para que nadie notara la cercanía. Su voz fue apenas un hilo de aire que rozó tu oído.
—Relájate.
Su pulgar se movió, esta vez no hacia arriba, sino dibujando una línea lenta por el interior de tu muslo. No cruzó el límite.
Solo se quedó justo antes.
Tu respiración se volvió irregular.
—Estás temblando —añadió, casi divertido.
Apretaste más fuerte su muñeca, intentando apartarlo. Él no luchó. Pero tampoco se retiró.
Alzó su vaso otra vez, bebiendo con calma mientras sus dedos seguían allí, inmóviles, calientes contra tu piel.
Arriba, Baji seguía hablando de una pelea.
—Y entonces lo lancé contra el suelo— ¡boom! —rió fuerte, golpeando la mesa.
El movimiento hizo vibrar todo.
Tu cuerpo dio un pequeño salto.
Manjiro sonrió.
Creíste que por fin dejaría de tocarte tan íntimamente frente a ellos, pero no. Sus planes fueron más allá. De un segundo a otro sostuvo tu mano, desde el dorso, y la acercó por entre tus piernas.
—¿Qué estás...? —comenzaste a susurrar, con el trozo de pizza cubriendo tu boca de los demás.
Lo miraste, recibiendo una oscura mirada penetrante que empezó en tus ojos y terminó bajando hacia tus muslos. Duró solo un segundo, pero para ti fue eterno.
Su dedo medio se movió contra el tuyo, al llegar a cierto límite la yema de tu dedo hizo contacto con tu ropa interior. Acaricio tus dedos, logrando que se muevan contra tu clítoris de un lado a otro ligeramente, suavemente. Enderezaste la espalda y te moviste más cerca de la mesa, pidiendo que nadie notara lo que sucedía a pasos de ellos.
Su mirada fingida teñida de inocencia se concentró en mirar a sus amigos, sonriendo de vez en cuando. Sus dedos siguieron moviendo los tuyos casi con posesión, presionándolos en tu entrepierna y acariciando cada vez con mayor ritmo repetitivo. Cerraste las piernas, logrando que soltara tu mano pero cortando su juego abruptamente a algo más. Al momento de subir tu mano y buscar tu móvil, para fingir mirar eso en ves de solo observar cada detalle del pedazo de pizza, la palma de Manjiro se cernió en todo tu centro. Chillaste.
—Carajo... —mascullaste entre dientes. Varios pares de ojos se fijaron en ti —. Eh, estoy viendo noticias. No es nada.
La mentira flotó con una naturalidad que sorprendió a Manjiro, su ceja se enarcó y decidió presionarte más.
En un solo movimiento movió su pie ligeramente y encontró el tuyo para luego moverlo hacia su dirección. Tú pierna se separó ligeramente de la otra, lo que obtuvo un mayor espacio entre tus muslos. Luego, simplemente sus dedos comenzaron una exploración minuciosa, que tenía la intención de memorizar cada centímetro de piel. Tocó el lado interno de muslo, moviéndose hacia dentro, presionando con paciencia la tela delgada de tu ropa interior para luego acentuar su dedo medio en el centro.
Apretaste el móvil en tu mano, lo sujetaste con tanta fuerza que dolía.
Su mano movió ligeramente la ropa hacia en frente, tres de sus dedos se deslizaron dentro para perderse en la humedad que comenzaba a hacerse notar cada vez más. Suspiraste temblorosamente e intentaste no moverte de anticipación. Dejaste un codo contra la mesa y dejaste caer tu frente contra tu palma, imitado como si estuvieras simplemente viendo tu móvil hacia abajo y con tu cabello tapando levemente la visión de los demás hacia tu rostro. Tu otra mano se dedicó a deslizar la pantalla, fingiendo que estabas leyendo algo realmente interesante.
Sus dedos se movieron de arriba hacia abajo, tan lento que lo sentías como un jodido castigo hacia tu persona. Ahora estabas molesta, necesitada y totalmente furiosa con Manjiro.
Pero mierda, la excitación podía más. Era imposible regañarlo luego, porque estabas demostrando lo mucho que te encantaba esto. Era aún mejor el saber que esto no debía ser así, que era un secreto y nadie podía verlos. Traería consecuencias, si, pero también trajo tanta adrenalina que provocó una tormenta de emociones dentro de ambos. Era jodidamente placentero.
De reojo pudiste observar hacia abajo, como su mano libre había abandonado su vaso y ahora estaba en su propio muslo. Su mano apretaba con fuerza su pantalón oscuro, estaba en un puño furioso, sus venas se marcaron con notoriedad y estaba un tanto más pálido que de costumbre. Él se esforzaba por no tomarte y llevarte lejos de los demás, quería privacidad para hacer tantas cosas pero era imposible, aunque quisiera debía aguantar.
Y es por eso que se contuvo en follarte con sus dedos, aunque moría por hacerlo. Solo quedó en caricias, un recordatorio que decía como solo él podía tocarte así en estas circunstancias. Le importaba una mierda que lo vean, que Keisuke lo vea. Le daba igual si le partían la cara, si perdía una amistad de años o si se armaba un escándalo tan grande que perjudique a todos sus amigos. Sus prioridades cambiaron extremadamente.
—Mikey, es hora de irnos.
Draken se levantó con un leve tambaleo, los demás algunos ya estaban durmiendo con la cabeza en la mesa. Baji seguía riéndose junto a Kazutora, ni idea tenías de qué estaban hablando.
—Emma me mandó un mensaje, es hora.
Manjiro, con un leve suspiro hondo y extenso, dejó una leve última caricia ordenando tu ropa y luego se puso de pie. Era el único sobrio, así que intuiste que el iba a llevar a Draken a casa.
En el momento en que se giró hacia tu dirección, sutilmente limpió sus dedos llevándolos a la boca. Te guiño un ojo, su expresión burlona mostrando una sonrisa coqueta que hizo que la respiración se te corte a medio camino.
—Adiós, __________ —se agachó para dejar un suave beso en tu mejilla, rozando con su nariz tu piel.
—A-... adiós
Se separó para despedirse con un asentimiento de cabeza de los demás y partió fuera de la casa junto a Draken.
Al día siguiente
Hubo una discusión repentina que empezó con un empujón impremeditado. Había sido Keisuke quien no había mirado por dónde iba, y bueno, él no se iba a disculpar. Sobre todo ya que él "afectado" era un miembro de una pandilla muy famosa en el sector. Era una excusa perfecta para desquitase un poco, pensó.
—Baji, tú siempre ladrando más fuerte que todos... pero cuando importa, desapareces.
Mala elección de palabras del tipo calvo. De inmediato Draken sujetó a Baji de su chaqueta y lo mantuvo en su lugar. A los costados estaba Kazutora, con una expresión seria en su rostro, Mikey, quien se encontraba un poco más atrás con una pizca de desinterés notoria hacia la discusión, Mitsuya y Hakkai también estaban junto a ellos pero atentos a lo que podrían hacer los acompañantes del tipo calvo que había sido empujado.
—¿Qué dijiste? —Baji soltó, dando un paso adelante, forzando a Draken a sujetarlo más fuerte.
—Nada. —Sonrió ladeado— Solo que a veces el perro que ladra fuerte, a veces descuida lo que tiene en casa.
—Habla claro o cállate —Gruñó Draken, enfadado.
—Digo que quizá deberías cuidar mejor lo que tienes en casa.
Silencio.
Instantáneamente toda la ToMan dejó de respirar. Aquella frase les hizo prestar atención verdaderamente a lo que estaba diciendo, y todos se acercaron más.
—¿Qué mierda insinúas? —escupió Baji.
—Está jodiendo —soltó Mitsuya, entendiendo la intención del tipo.
El hombre alzó los hombros con falsa inocencia.
—Nada, nada... solo que he oído cosas.
—¿Qué cosas? —La voz de Baji ya no tenía paciencia.
El tipo lo miró de arriba abajo, soltando una risa perversa. Se oyó el crujir de los dientes de Baji, su puño formándose en un segundo.
—Que tu hermana es más simpática de lo que aparenta —rió. Draken soltó a Keisuke, y este empezó a caminar hacia el hombre— Tranquilo, no me mires así. Solo digo que seguro sabe entretener bien a la gente.
No pasó ni un segundo antes de que su frase fuese cortada por un gran puño que emergió con una velocidad impresionante. El hombre recibió un puñetazo en la mandíbula que resultó en un fuerte ruido tenebroso para quienes estaban viendo. Luego, Manjiro le siguió golpeando, sujetó el cuello de su camiseta y volvió a dar otro puñetazo esta vez en su nariz y luego en su mejilla.
Keisuke quedó observando con asombro. Los demás, aún sorprendidos, comenzaron a acercarse para evitar que alguno de los otros se metan contra Mikey.
—¿Quieres repetir lo que dijiste? ¡Eh! — le dio otro puñetazo luego de lanzarlo al suelo y presionar su rodilla contra su abdomen. El hombre no pudo hablar, la sangre nubló su visión y estalló en su boca—. ¡Maldito bastardo! Repítelo, repite lo que dijiste así te rompo la maldita boca.
Volvió a arremeter con fuerza, su puño se cubrió de sangre casi por completo y sus nudillos se magullaron a la par.
—¡Mikey, ya basta!
Mitsuya gritó, intentando sujetar su brazo.
—¡Mikey!
Draken exclamó, también sujetándolo.
Manjiro arremetió por última vez, estampando al tipo al suelo e incorporándose con lentitud. Su mirada estaba oscurecida casi por completo, mirándolo con odio y desprecio. No se separó hasta que le dio una patada en el abdomen y el hombre se encogió en su lugar. Lo tiraron lejos de ahí y él comenzó a caminar, huyendo antes de que llegue la policía.
En todo ese momento, Keisuke se quedó viendo, pensando que había ocurrido. Solo se movió cuando Kazutora lo movió desde el hombro y le pidió irse con ellos. Sin embargo sospechó algo.
Desde hace años que Mikey no reaccionaba así... y ahora...
No había esperado a que el otro golpee primero, él simplemente se lanzó a pelear. Sin medirse.
Baji permaneció en silencio mientras los demás comenzaban a dispersarse. Draken seguía regañando a Mikey, Mitsuya limpiándole los nudillos con un pañuelo improvisado.
—Te pasaste —gruñó Draken.
—No —respondió Mikey, tranquilo, casi frío —. Él se pasó.
—Era mi pelea —murmuró Baji.
Mikey alzó la vista. Sus miradas chocaron.
—No cuando hablan de cosas que no les competen.
Draken frunció el ceño. Keisuke le miró con duda, intentando descifrar lo tan difícil que era entender a Manjiro.
—¿Desde cuándo te afecta tanto?—respondió Draken, un tanto molesto por ahora estar escapando de la gente para no involucrase con las autoridades.
Mikey no respondió de inmediato y se limitó a encogerse de hombros.
—No me gusta que hablen de personas que no están aquí para defenderse.
Suena lógico, sonó lógico para Keisuke. Sin embargo...
Su mirada y su tono de voz indicaba otra cosa. No quiso preguntar, solo se lo guardó para sí mismo y siguió a los demás hasta las motos. Sin más preguntas emprendieron el camino por separado, cada uno a sus casas.
Baji entra sin tocar a tu habitación. De inmediato le miraste mal, aunque ni se volteó. Se puso a rebuscar en tu armario simplemente.
—Oye, ¿has visto mi sudadera negra? La que tiene el cierre medio roto.
—No, no la he visto.
Sin desviar tu mirada del pc, seguiste en tus asuntos.
Keisuke suspiró, ya perdiendo la paciencia. Antes sí que le tomabas algunas de sus sudaderas, pues era tu hermano y decías que era su deber. Además, su ropa es bonita. Sin embargo, estabas segura que esa prenda no la habías agarrado.
—Revisa el living igual —añades —. Quizá la dejaste ahí.
Keisuke se agachó y buscó en la parte inferior del mueble, movió algunas prendas hasta que su atención fue a una camiseta que estaba arrugada al fondo. Curioso, se estiró para agarrarla.
Al estirarla pudo divisar mejor el estampado. Era sencilla, tenía un logo pequeño atrás y por delante era lisa. Luego, comenzó a recordar que efectivamente era familiar pero no era suya.
Esa camiseta era de Manjiro.
Era la camiseta que usaba en su casa, cuando tenía el día libre y que tenía puesta solo cuando no esperaba que ellos vayan. Lo sabía, varias veces llegaban sin avisar y él estaba con esto desayunado perezosamente.
¿Qué hacía en el clóset de su hermana menor?
Al no escuchar su desorden, decidiste voltear y ver a Keisuke. Cuando él se giró lentamente, extendiendo la prenda con sus manos, te helaste.
Te observó, te miró brevemente mientras palidecías. Su expresión cambió, se endureció y su mandíbula se apretó.
No necesitaba que digas nada, tu reacción le confirmó todo.
Y no, no necesitaba preguntar, él ahora tenía que ir donde el idiota de su mejor amigo a partirle la cara. Si, esa fue la primera opción para Baji. Y eso fue suficiente.
Baji sale del cuarto sin mirarte, a paso firme y rápido, aún sujetando la camiseta en su mano. Tardaste solo dos segundos en reaccionar y corriste detrás de él.
—¡Keisuke! Espera, espera no... —le miraste correr escalera abajo y abrir la puerta de un manotazo— ¡Keisuke, no!
Cuando cruzas la puerta ya era tarde, el encendió su moto y fue en dirección a la casa de Manjiro. Sus llantas chirriaron contra el pavimento antes de desaparecer por la esquina. El ruido del motor se llevó contigo el aire de los pulmones.
El corazón te golpeaba el pecho con una violencia que dolía.
Sabías exactamente lo que iba a pasar.
Keisuke no era impulsivo...
era explosivo
Y Mikey...
Mikey no iba a quedarse quieto.
Corriste hacia la calle, pero era inútil. No podías alcanzarlo a pie. Miraste a ambos lados, desesperada, pensando en llamar a alguien. ¿A Draken? ¿A Mitsuya? ¿Y decirles qué?
"Hola, mi hermano descubrió que me estoy acostando con el líder de la ToMan, su mejor amigo y ahora va a matarlo".
Genial.
Te llevaste una mano al cabello, respirando rápido. No podías permitir que esto explotara así.
Mientras tanto, solo bastaron 8 minutos para que Keisuke llegue a la casa de Mikey.
La puerta de la casa se abrió de golpe, azotando contra la pared. Emma ni siquiera alcanzó a reaccionar cuando Baji entró como una tormenta, respirado agitado y con el cabello desordenado cayendo por el costado de su rostro.
—¿Dónde está? —rugió.
Mikey apareció desde el pasillo, con esa calma irritante que lo caracterizaba. Llevaba una camiseta negra sencilla. Muy similar a la que Keisuke sostenía arrugada en su mano.
Sus miradas se cruzaron por dos segundos.
—¿Qué pasa, Keisuke? —preguntó Manjiro, pero su voz ya no era ligera.
Baji alzó la camiseta y la lanzó contra su pecho.
—Explícame qué hacía esto en el clóset de mi hermana.
Un silencio pesado.
Mikey no se agachó de inmediato. Solo bajó la vista hacia la tela que cayó a sus pies. La reconoció de inmediato, como iba a olvidar la primera noche que metió a la hermanita de Baji a escondidas a su habitación. Flashbacks le vinieron de repente y tuvo que forzosamente no mostrar una sonrisa. Te había dado su playera luego de haber roto ligeramente tu top, sino ¿cómo ibas a llegar a casa sin ropa?
Luego volvió a mirarlo.
Y por primera vez... no le sonrió.
—Keisuke—
—No me llames así.
Su voz tembló. No de miedo, de ardiente rabia.
—¿Desde cuándo? —escupió—. ¿Desde cuándo estás metiéndote en mi casa? ¿Desde cuándo la miras así?
Mikey dio un paso al frente.
—No me "metí" en nada.
Oh bueno...
—¿Ah no? —Baji avanzó también, acortando distancia hasta quedar frente a frente—. ¿Entonces por qué tu ropa está en su habitación?
La mandíbula de Manjiro se tensó. Sus ojos oscurecieron.
No retrocedió. Sin embargo, no pudo mentir, él no era un mentiroso. Odiaba las mentiras.
Entonces, tenía que ser ahora.
—Porque yo la quiero.
La frase cayó como un disparo. Fue como un balde de agua fría repleta de hielo para Keisuke.
Manjiro se esperaba su reacción, por eso cuando el pelinegro cerró su mano y arremetió contra él, este pudo esquivarlo sin problema.
El puño pasó rozando su mejilla.
—¡No me jodas! —rugió Baji, girando sobre sí mismo para intentar otro golpe.
Mikey esta vez no esquivó. Sujetó su muñeca. Apretó firme, empleando la fuerza necesaria para dar a entender que estaba hablando en serio. Sujetó su otra muñeca cuando Baji intentó golpearlo con la izquierda.
—Escúchame —dijo, con una voz baja que no necesitaba volumen para imponerse—. No la toqué sin que ella no quisiera.
Eso dolió más que cualquier golpe.
Tal vez Manjiro debió omitir eso.
Keisuke forcejeó, intentando soltarse.
—¡Es mi hermana!
—Lo sé —respondió en un murmullo—. ¡Lo sé, Keisuke! Carajo...
Emma, desde el pasillo, no se atrevía a intervenir. La rubia algo sospechaba, pero nunca quisiste confirmar nada. Y ella jamás le dijo nada a nadie, claro está.
Baji apretó los dientes hasta que su mandíbula crujió. Sus ojos se encontraban ardientes de violencia, de eso y confusión junto con engaño. Sentía muchísimas cosas en ese segundo.
—¿Desde cuándo? —preguntó esta vez más bajo, pero cargado de furia.
Mikey lo soltó lentamente, intentando que puedan conversar y no hacer trizas la casa con una pelea. Probablemente si se ponían a matarse entre sí la más afectada de ello serías tú, y no quería eso.
Estaba dispuesto a recibir un golpe de ser necesario. Pero sabía que amabas a tu hermano, así que él no iba a tocarlo.
No retrocedió.
—Desde el día en que dejó de ser solo tu hermana para mí.
Otro golpe.
Esta vez sí le dio.
El puño impactó contra la comisura de su labio. La cabeza de Mikey se movió apenas hacia un lado. Sangre. Sintió un sabor metálico recorrer su lengua, con frustración pasó el dorso de su mano por su boca para limpiarla.
Keisuke lo miró enfadado, esperando el golpe que debiese venir pero Mikey no hizo nada, no lo golpeó.
Solo volvió a mirarlo.
—Si quieres golpear a alguien, hazlo —dijo, limpiándose la sangre restante de su comisura con el pulgar—. Pero no voy a arrepentirme.
Eso fue peor.
Jamás lo había visto tan serio y decidido. Keisuke lo vio descolocado, se dio cuenta que esto era algo mucho más serio. No sabía qué sentir, qué decir.
—¿Crees que esto es un juego? —escupió Baji, avanzando un paso. Mikey no retrocedió, levantó la mirada y lo miró a los ojos sin un ápice de duda.
—No, ni esto ni ella es un juego para mí.
La sangre seguía bajando lenta por su labio, pero no la limpiaba esta vez.
—Ella es mi hermana pequeña —soltó Baji, pasando una mano por su cabello, conteniéndose.
—Lo sé.
—Es menor que tú.
—Lo sé —masculló. Manjiro sabía que se llevaban un par de años de diferencia, era consciente y no le importaba lo suficiente.
—La conoces desde... pequeña, joder. Eres un imbecil —Keisuke lo empujó con ambas manos en su pecho, Manjiro se movió levemente —. ¿cómo mierda cruzaste esa línea?
Ahí Mikey titubeó apenas. Simplemente recordando todo, a ellos y a como se desarrolló su relación. Y ese microsegundo fue suficiente para Baji notarlo.
Y explotó
El siguiente golpe no fue anunciado, iba directo a su rostro. Impactó en el pómulo ya herido y rozó su nariz. El sonido fue seco. Manjiro trastabilló un paso atrás, chocando contra la pared.
—¡No te quedes callado! —rugió Keisuke—. ¡Respóndeme!
Mikey levantó la vista.
Sangre.
Su respiración se hizo pesada. Esta vez pudo sentir como su nariz sangró un poco. Conocida que los puñetazos de Baji eran fuertes, siempre usaba sus manos en las peleas y sabía que era su mejor arma. No le sorprendió que con solo tocar un poco su nariz esta haya sangrado. Respiró un par de veces, contó hasta diez y se quedó quieto, no contraatacó.
Baji lo tomó del cuello de la camiseta y lo estampó contra la pared otra vez.
—¡Te pregunté cómo cruzaste esa línea!
Mikey lo sujetó de las muñecas, fuerte esta vez.
—Simplemente sucedió. Ya deberías saber que tu hermana ya no es una niña, Baji —dijo, bajo pero firme.
Eso fue como echar gasolina a una fogata.
Baji le dio otro golpe, esta vez en el abdomen. Mikey soltó el aire, pero no cayó.
—¡Es mi hermana!
—Y no es tu propiedad —respondió, escupiendo sangre a un lado.
Baji lo empujó otra vez, respirando como si hubiera corrido kilómetros.
—¿La tocaste? —la pregunta salió rota.
Mikey sostuvo su mirada.
—Ya te lo dije —le miró fijamente —. No hice nada que ella no quisiera —Baji intentó volver a golpearlo pero Manjiro lo sujetó y dio vuelta, estampó su mejilla en la pared y sujetó sus brazos por detrás de la espalda —. Cálmate ya, _________ llegará y no puede vernos así.
—¿Y ahora te preocupa? ¡Tú la metiste en esto!
—¡No la metí en nada! —gruñó Manjiro, apretando los brazos de Baji contra su espalda—. Ella decidió estar conmigo
Keisuke forcejeó.
—¡Decidir qué, maldito imbécil!
—Ya basta, chicos —Emma se asomó por el pasillo nuevamente.
—Ella decidió que sea yo — Manjiro lo siguió sujetado contra la pared. Keisuke rió irónico —. Tú la sigues viendo como una niña, yo no.
Baji dejó de forcejear por un segundo. Realmente, la veía como lo que era, su hermana pequeña. Y conocía a Mikey, sabía lo que hacía su amigo años atrás, como es de peligroso con los demás.
Mikey lo soltó. Keisuke se giró de inmediato y lo empujó del pecho.
—¿Desde cuándo vienes a mi casa? —preguntó, más bajo.
—Desde cuando ella me deja entrar.
Fue directo y sincero. Baji miró como se le formaba un moretón en la mejilla, y su camiseta ahora teñida de rojo en ciertas partes. Parpadeo, mirando el suelo.
—Tú no eres para ella —dijo finalmente.
La rabia ahora dio paso a la seriedad, Baji estaba seguro de lo que decía y no hizo falta más acciones, solo habló. Majito se mantuvo de pie, viéndolo con sutileza.
—Tú atraes problemas. —Baji alzó la vista otra vez—. Sangre. Enemigos. Policía. Todo lo que tocas termina en peligro —Manjiro apretó la mandíbula, rechinando los dientes —Ella no es como nosotros. Ella todavía puede tener una vida normal. Universidad. Trabajo. Lo que sea. —Señaló el suelo con el dedo—. Tú la vas a arrastrar a esta mierda.
Sonó más maduro que nunca. Es verdad que seguían en la pandilla, algunos tenía trabajos adicionales pero sus reuniones no han cesado. Todos conocían a Manjiro Sano y Keisuke Baji, todos conocían la ToMan. Y si bien, eras hermana de Baji, tu vida había resultado más normal de lo que se esperaría. Te encontrabas trabajando para ir a la universidad en el próximo semestre, y eso todos lo sabían.
—No la voy a arrastrar a nada —Manjiro negó con la cabeza —. Sé a lo que te refieres, tengo a Emma, ¿sabes? —apuntó a su hermana, que estaba detrás de él —. Entiendo lo que dices, pero, no. Yo me encargaré de que haga lo que ella quiera sin ningún inconveniente. No voy a permitir que nadie la toque ni que la metan en nuestros conflictos.
—¿Y cómo piensas hacer eso? —se burló Baji—. ¿Dejarás de ser tú?
—Si tengo que hacerlo lo haré —sentenció.
Sus ojos se abrieron de par en par, tal declaración le dio de lleno. ¿Manjiro dejaría todo por ella?
—Si algo relacionado a la pandilla le afecta —dio un paso más cerca de Baji —. La ToMan se acaba. Esto termina —su voz estaba teñida en verdad. Su expresión no titubeó, él habló firme —. Y si decides acabar nuestra amistad, está bien. Estoy dispuesto a mandar al carajo todo lo que he construido por ella.
—Tú no abandonas lo que construyes —dijo Baji más bajo.
—Ahora tengo otras prioridades —su mirada caló en lo más hondo —. A ella no la abandonaré jamás.
Baji dio un paso atrás.
—Tú eras el primero en decir que la pandilla era lo único que importaba —continuó, la voz más baja ahora—. Que la ToMan era tu familia.
—Lo sigue siendo.
—Entonces no puedes simplemente...
Se quedó callado.
—Estoy eligiendo no perderla —dijo en un tono de voz más bajo, diferente.
Silencio.
Emma miró a ambos, entendiendo que esto ya no era una pelea.
Era un punto de quiebre. Manjiro estaba dispuesto a algo que nunca hubiese dicho en su vida, con tal de estar con su hermana. Ahí él se dio cuenta que esto no podría ser pasajero o un simple lío entre ambos.
Baji levantó la vista una última vez.
—Si la haces llorar —dijo, muy bajo— no voy a pelear contigo como amigo.
Mikey sostuvo su mirada.
—Lo sé.
Y justo en ese momento, llegaste corriendo hacia ellos. Emma te miró con cautela, y luego vio a su hermano. Intentaste calmarte cuando los viste de pie y no destrozando la casa, pero al notar sangre que recorría la nariz y la boca de Mikey rápidamente te acercaste a él.
No dijiste nada, tus manos sujetaron su rostro y te acercaste a él, inspeccionándolo. Al sentir tu piel, Manjiro se relajó y se dejó caer hacia ti, apoyando su frente en la tuya y sujetando tus brazos más cerca de él.
—¿Qué hicieron...? —murmuraste, con la voz temblando mientras tu pulgar rozaba la sangre en su labio. Acariciaste su labio superior, suave y rosa. Te regaló una tierna sonrisa.
—Nada —respondió Mikey bajo, sin apartar la mirada de tus ojos.
Baji observó la escena en silencio.
Ya habías visto que tu hermano no tenía ningún rasguño, así que te demoraste un poco más en girarte hacia él y verlo finalmente. Sujetaste el brazo de Manjiro cerca de ti, simplemente queriendo tocarlo. Keisuke los miró a ambos, pudo notar su complicidad fácilmente y volvió a preguntarse desde cuando pudo ser tan ciego de no verlo antes.
—¿La amas? —preguntó de pronto. Su mirada se volvió a fijar en su amigo.
Mikey no dudó.
—Sí.
Sin titubear. Sin bajar la mirada. Keisuke sintió que algo le apretaba el pecho. Podía notar a kilómetros que no mentía, lo conocía.
—__________ —habló tu hermano. Te miró por primera vez y le devolviste la mirada, pidiendo que te entienda. Él no pudo preguntar, pero asentiste, sabiendo que quería decir.
Mikey respiró hondo.
—No estaría aquí recibiendo tus golpes si no fuera así —mencionó Manjiro, intentado disminuir la tensión.
Silencio.
Emma bajó la mirada desde el pasillo.
Baji pasó una mano por su cabello con frustración, girándose unos pasos como si necesitara espacio para pensar.
—Es mi hermana —murmuró otra vez, pero ya no sonó como reclamo. Sonó como recordatorio para sí mismo.
—Lo sé.
—Si la haces sufrir...
—No lo haré.
—No te estoy advirtiendo como líder —añadió Baji, volviendo a mirarlo—. Te estoy hablando como su hermano.
Mikey sostuvo su mirada sin retroceder.
—Y yo te estoy respondiendo como alguien que no piensa soltarla.
El aire entre ellos estaba cargado. Manjiro bajó su mano para entrelazarla con la tuya, su toque te calmó de inmediato. No habías notado lo nerviosa que estabas ni que estabas temblando ligeramente por el estrés. Al fin y al cabo sabías que debía saberlo tarde o temprano, pero esto te tomó desprevenida.
Baji bajó la vista hacia la camiseta que aún estaba en el suelo.
Luego volvió a mirar a Mikey.
—¿Cuándo pensaban decírmelo?
Ibas a abrir la boca para contestas pero él mismo te cortó.
—Olvídenlo, no me digan nada.
Presiono el puente de su nariz e inhaló con fuerza, pausó y luego exhaló de igual forma. Volteaste hacia Manjiro, intentando comprender que sucedería ahora. Él pareció entender. Su agarre en tu mano se apretó y acarició con su pulgar el dorso.
Keisuke aplanó sus labios, sin poder decir nada. Ya había entendido, ¿lo había aceptado? aún estaba procesándolo, no sabía cuánto debía esperar para poder verlos como pareja. Sin embargo...
Keisuke soltó una risa fingida, y comenzó a caminar. Paso por tu lado y acaricio la cima de tu cabeza, revolviendo tu cabello. Te sorprendió cuando sonrió, sentiste una calidez cubrir tu interior que apagaba por completo la ansiedad.
Baji observó al rubio unos segundos más, evaluándolo como si lo estuviera viendo por primera vez.
Luego negó con la cabeza.
—Siempre supe que eras un problema —murmuró—. Solo no pensé que ibas a meterte en el mío.
Pero ya no había veneno en sus palabras. Solo resignación. Emma soltó el aire que no sabía que estaba conteniendo y al fin pudo relajarse.
Tú aún sostenías la mano de Manjiro, notando cómo su pulgar seguía moviéndose sobre tu piel, casi inconscientemente. Como si necesitara asegurarse de que estabas ahí.
Baji caminó hacia la puerta. Pero.. se detuvo justo antes de salir.
—No se atrevan a hacer esto —los apuntó a ambos—. en mi casa —añadió sin mirarlos directamente.
Típico de Baji, pensaste.
Eso, curiosamente, fue su forma de aceptarlo.
La puerta se cerro y reinó el silencio. Emma decidió irse, no sin antes dejar una fuerte palmada en la espalda de su hermano, dándole apoyo moral.
Tú miraste a Manjiro, quien seguía viendo el lugar donde había estado Baji.
Y por primera vez desde que entraste... dejó caer la fachada.
Se giró antes de volver a apoyar su frente contra la tuya.
—Lo siento —susurró.
No por amarte, sino por haberlo hecho así. Él no quería, nunca quiso que pasarás por esta situación de forma estresante. Al verte llegar agitada, con el miedo dibujado en los ojos, algo se le apretó en el pecho. Negaste suavemente, acariciando su mejilla.
—No te disculpes —murmuraste, deslizando tu pulgar por la marca rojiza en su mejilla—. Iba a pasar tarde o temprano. Además, yo era quien te decía que aún no le digamos.
Y era cierto. Manjiro nunca estuvo muy de acuerdo en ocultarlos, en ocultarte. De ser por él, desde que le empezaste a gustar lo hubiese gritado a los cuatro vientos.
—No quería que lo supiera así.
Mikey cerró los ojos un segundo bajo tu tacto. Como si tu mano fuera lo único que necesitaba para calmarse.
—Lo sé —susurraste.
—¿Estás bien? —preguntó de pronto, abriendo los ojos.
Te sorprendió.
—¿Yo?
Asintió.
—Llegaste corriendo. Estabas temblando.
Te diste cuenta entonces de que aún no te había soltado del todo. Y tú tampoco a él. Esbozaste una leve sonrisa y te estiraste para dejar un pequeño beso en sus labios. Sonrío de inmediato.
—Estoy bien —susurraste—. Me asusté, eso es todo.
Mikey apoyó su frente con más firmeza contra la tuya. Esta vez sus brazos pasaron por detrás de tu espalda y te abrazó hacia el.
—No quiero que vuelvas a asustarte por mi culpa.
Ahí lo miraste. La culpa teñía su expresión, sus cejas haciendo ademán de juntarse y sus ojos levemente vidriosos.
—No fue por tu culpa.
Se miraron otra vez, más tranquilos luego de ser conscientes de no tener que ocultar más secretos. Manjiro apretó tu cuerpo entre sus brazos y te alzó, cargó tu cuerpo hasta que pudiste estar a su altura para poder besarte con mayor fervor. Sus labios se unieron en sintonía, no tan brusco para no dañar su labio roto pero si lo suficiente firme para transmitir lo mucho que necesitaban esto.
Y por primera vez desde que comenzó todo, no estaban escondiéndose. Solo estaban de pie, juntos.
