#Mamoru x female reader

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・❥・~ ꜱᴛᴀʀʀɪɴɢ. Takamura Mamoru

・❥・~ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ. During an intense day at the Kamogawa Gym, Kimura showcases his precision and skill in shadow boxing, impressing those around him. However, the usual rhythm is disrupted by Takamura’s absence, which draws attention from Aoki and Kimura, as well as Ippo, who arrives looking for him. The mystery deepens before it’s revealed that Takamura is in the locker room, sharing a private moment with another character.

・❥・~ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. 18+ ONLY + MDNI !! fem ! reader, semi public sex, dirty nickname, unprotected sex,pervert Takamura,kissing,vaginal fingering,Toxic Relationship,Vaginal Sex,size difference,Locker Room Sex,choking,smut,nipple play,frustration,carry fucking,cum in pussy

・❥・~ ᴡᴄ. 4.8k

・❥・~ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ. Heyaa, here I am again with a Reader x Takamura, I've been asked for this for several months now, I've been doing this all night so if it's incomplete it will be noticed… of course criticism and compliment is always welcome for writing improvement! good reading (ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, I USED GOOGLE TRANSLATION TO DO IT IF THE WORDS DON'T MAKE SENSE THANK YOU FOR BEING COMPREHENSIBLE! )

・❥・~ Taglist : @takarito @after-laughter-come-tears @greenjacketyellowtie @graveyarddust

The Kamogawa Gym vibrated with boxing's familiar symphony: the rhythmic, metallic snap of jump ropes cutting through the air, the light but constant shuffling of soles on the polished floor, and the labored breathing of boxers training intensely in the sweat-laden atmosphere.

Kimura Tatsuya, immersed in his shadow boxing, executed his movements with precision. His fists cut through the air like arrows, each punch producing a characteristic whistle that betrayed their power. His feet, like experienced dancers, glided across the floor with remarkable agility, dodging imaginary attacks with almost artistic grace. "More fluid, even more fluid," he muttered to himself, focused on improving his footwork. In his mind, a threatening jab emerged on his right, and without hesitation, he countered with a left hook, quick as lightning, perfectly executed.

Not far from him, Aoki Masaru was bouncing with seemingly inexhaustible energy. His rope turned at an impressive speed, producing a regular and almost hypnoticwhish whish whishthat resonated in the air. Despite the intensity of his exercise, his face maintained that particular expression, a mixture of intense concentration and the nonchalance that characterized him so well. After several minutes of maintaining this sustained rhythm without faltering, he cast a furtive glance toward Kimura.

"Hey, Kimura, haven't you noticed that the training sessions have become more intense lately?" asked Aoki, maintaining his rhythm without apparent effort, the rope still whistling through the air.

Kimura, continuing his combinations with the same methodical application, responded in a measured voice: "Yeah, I've had that impression too. The coach must certainly have something in mind. I wonder if he's preparing something special for Takamura, or maybe even for Ippo."

Aoki nodded thoughtfully while continuing his exercise. "Now that you mention it, it has been a while since we've had any big fights to sink our teeth into. I'd bet Takamura's cooking something up. That guy's like a volcano, always active, impossible to keep still."

Kimura took a brief pause in his movements, wiping the sweat beading on his forehead with his forearm in a weary gesture, before responding with a small smile: "You've got a point there. With Takamura, it's always the same: either he throws himself into some completely absurd challenge, or he gets it in his head to break a new record. He never does anything halfway."

Yet, as if struck by a sudden realization, Aoki interrupted his exercise, his rope coming to a stop in his hand. Eyes narrowed, he swept the room with renewed attention.

"Hey..." he began, absently scratching the back of his head with an intrigued look. "Now that I think about it... has anyone seen Takamura today?"

Kimura furrowed his brow and turned to his friend, suddenly looking concerned. "Come to think of it... No, I haven't seen him once since we arrived this morning. That's rather unusual."

The two boxers then began to scan every corner of the training room, searching for any trace of their distinctive comrade.

Aoki shrugged with a mixture of resignation and amusement. "I'll bet you anything that big lug is up to something somewhere. With him, silence is rarely a good sign."

It was precisely at that moment that Ippo burst into the room, rushing in as if pursued by all the demons of hell. He stopped abruptly in front of them, short of breath and erratic, one hand on his knee while the other instinctively went to the back of his head, accompanying his embarrassed smile.

"Um... say..." he panted laboriously, as if he'd just run a marathon. "By any chance... have you seen Takamura anywhere?"

Aoki and Kimura exchanged a meaningful look, their eyes meeting in a moment of mutual understanding, before simultaneously bursting into uncontrollable laughter.

"Poor Ippo!" Aoki called out between fits of laughter, his face lighting up with a mocking smile. "You look as lost as a kid who's wandered off in the shopping mall!"

Kimura, arms crossed over his chest and an amused smile on his lips, chimed in: "This is something else! You've barely arrived, and the first thing you do is ask us where Takamura is? Have you developed some special 'Takamura detection' sixth sense or what?"

Ippo, still catching his breath, shrugged with a confused and slightly embarrassed air. "Actually... I just ran into the coach in the hallway... He told me he'd seen Takamura not long ago. But since then, it's been impossible to track him down. I've looked in every possible place I could think of."

Aoki thoughtfully rubbed his chin, adopting a reflective pose. "Hmm, interesting... Did you only look in the gym, or did you check outside too? Because when Takamura decides to disappear, he never does anything halfway. It's his style, everything to excess."

Ippo shook his head negatively, his breathing finally starting to normalize. "No, I haven't seen him around. I thought he might have gone to train somewhere else... but that seems odd. Usually, he's like a leech with the coach, always hanging around him."

Kimura, hands placed on his hips in a casual posture, shrugged with a smirking smile. "Who knows... Maybe he's just gone for his daily jog..."

A heavy silence suddenly fell over the room, broken by Aoki who abruptly turned to Ippo, a new question coming to mind. "By the way... And [Y/N]? Has anyone seen her?"

Ippo, caught off guard by this unexpected question, began looking frantically around him, as if the answer would emerge from the walls. "Oh... Actually, I thought she was training with the coach?"

The three companions then exchanged meaningful looks, each beginning to wonder where the last member of their group might be, and if her absence had any connection to Takamura's.

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You were breathing hard, out of breath. A large hand covered your mouth to muffle your moans. Your body was pressed against the cold locker room wall, your face pulled back by that same hand that almost gagged you.

You were literally drooling from the intense pleasure that Takamura was giving you as he possessed you with animal ferocity.

His free hands roamed eagerly over your body, exploring every curve with burning possessiveness. Your muffled moans echoed in the locker room as his fingers dug into your flesh. As he kissed your neck, the sensation of his lips against your neck, alternating between kisses and bites, made you tremble with desire. In this moment of absolute ecstasy, you completely surrendered to the wild passion consuming you both.

You moaned his name in a trembling, broken voice, bringing a satisfied smile to his lips. Your voice, barely more than a hoarse whisper, devotedly let escape: "Takamura..."

Takamura growls in a husky and possessive voice "Fuck yeah... I love when you say my name like that. Again." which you do immediately, your breathing ragged and broken, trying as best you can to hold back the sounds threatening to escape your lips. "T-Takamura, please... stop torturing me like this..." Your desperate plea only intensifies his desire. Takamura, his powerful hands deeply embedded in the soft flesh of your hips, slowly slides a hand along your body until he reaches your burning core, drawing a long shiver of anticipation from you. He presses his arousal, clearly visible through the thin fabric of his gym sweats, against your backside, savoring each of your reactions as he continues his delicious game of seduction and domination.

"I've barely touched you and look at the state you're in already, completely soaked and desperate like a bitch," he whispered mockingly against your ear. You shot him a dark look, burning with mixed desire and frustration. "Shut the fuck up," you hiss through clenched teeth, which only widened his arrogant and satisfied smile. An uncontrolled moan escaped your lips as he continued his sweet torture, his expert fingers tracing slow and calculated circles on your throbbing core. The combination of his precise caresses and his hot breath against your neck made you tremble so violently that your legs threatened to give way under the intensity of pleasure. Your lips, bruised from being bitten to stifle your moans, let escape tiny pearls of blood that you didn't even notice, too lost in the sensations overwhelming you. Takamura, finally freeing your mouth from his possessive hand, slowly slid it toward your chest still trapped in your tank top. His skilled fingers found a breast that he began to tease with obvious delight, drawing new sighs of pleasure from you.

His expert fingers played with your breast, kneading it with increasing intensity, alternating between soft caresses and firmer pinches that made you squirm with pleasure. Each twist of your hardened nipples sent waves of intense sensations through your body, making you moan without restraint. Takamura seemed to take perverse pleasure in watching you writhe under his attentions, his free hand continuing its merciless exploration of your soaked intimacy. The combination of his expert fingers on your chest and his precise caresses on your most sensitive part kept you in a constant state of painful arousal.

"So tight and wet... You like that, don't you? I'm going to make you cum so hard you won't be able to stand," he whispers in a husky voice against your ear, as his fingers sink deeper into you, precisely seeking that spot that will make you lose all control. You feel the orgasm rising inexorably, a wave of intense pleasure threatening to engulf you completely. In a final moment of lucidity, you press your hand against your mouth, stifling the cry threatening to escape - the last thing you need is for the entire Kamogawa gym to discover your torrid liaison with Takamura. The orgasm hits you with incredible violence, making your whole body tremble as your legs threaten to give way beneath you. You collapse against the wall, breathing erratically, barely able to articulate a weak "N-no more... I can't take it..."

But Takamura isn't finished with you. His powerful hands grip your hips, holding you firmly against him as he rubs his imposing erection against your backside, leaving a visible trace of moisture on the thin fabric of his sweatpants. "You're going to make me cum too, doll," he growls in a voice filled with raw desire and unspoken promises, his fingers sinking deeper into the tender flesh of your hips.

With a fluid and impatient movement, he made your hips undulate against his pulsing erection, demonstrating his urgent desire. In a sudden gesture that took your breath away, he spun you around to pin you face-to-face with him, your back meeting the cold surface of the locker room wall. His skilled hands removed his sweatshirt and tank top in one fluid motion, revealing his impressive musculature. His sculpted pectorals immediately captivated your gaze, making you blush despite yourself.

"So, admiring the view?" he asked with a smug smile, noticing your appreciative gaze. You slightly turned your eyes away, eyebrows furrowed in an annoyed pout. "Just do what you have to do!" He let out an amused laugh, his expression lighting up with a playful gleam. "Start by taking off that top... I want to see those magnificent breasts move while I take you."

You stared at him with wide eyes, face scarlet but gaze still defiant. "You pervert..." you whispered, while slowly lifting your tank top and bra. Your breasts were revealed, their natural movement instantly drawing his attention. "Stop staring at me like that... You're making me uncomfortable..." Takamura, his gaze fixed on your chest, murmured in a husky voice with a big smile on his face: "Even in adult films, you can't find breasts as perfect as yours."

Before you could reply with another insult, a surprised gasp escaped you when he grabbed your knees, spreading them with an assured gesture. You suddenly felt exposed, your intimacy still wet from your previous orgasm. A slight shiver ran through you as you instinctively curled up. Takamura couldn't hold back a satisfied smile at his handiwork. In a deliberately slow movement, he slid his sweatpants and boxers down his muscled legs, freeing his imposing member crowned with a small patch of dark hair whose tip already glistened with desire, making your eyes widen at this intimidating sight.

With his two thumbs, he gently spread the lips of your intimacy, revealing its glistening and throbbing flesh. This simple movement made you shiver violently, your body still hypersensitive from your last orgasm making you squirm uncontrollably. "T-Takamura, I-I'm stil sensitive!" you stammered in a trembling voice. Takamura let out a mocking laugh, his tone still as arrogant when he replied "Stop whining, this is just the beginning."

With an expert motion, he grabbed your knees, pushing them against your chest in a deliciously obscene way. The position left you completely exposed, your slightly raised buttocks pressed against his hardened member, sending shivers down your spine. "I'm going to fuck this pussy so hard my cum leaks out," he whispered in a voice hoarse with desire.

This phrase made you look up at him, meeting his gaze burning with animal desire. His dilated pupils watched you with a predatory intensity that made you shiver with anticipation. Grabbing his imposing member, he began to rub it gently against your intimacy and swollen clitoris, drawing uncontrollable trembles from your hypersensitive body. "A-ahhh-- Slow!" you weakly moan, tears of frustration beginning to form at the corners of your eyes. "mh-mmh ! please… Stop torturing me like this!"

Takamura then leaned against you, your chests pressing together, his burning skin against yours. A deep laugh resonated near your ear as his lips brushed its sensitive lobe. "You want me to take you, don't you? You want me to possess you savagely, make you scream with pleasure..." A bestial growl escaped his throat. "Well, I'm going to fulfill all your desires, beautiful..." His powerful hands firmly gripped your hips as he pinned you against the wall with controlled force. "I'm going to make love to you so intensely that my name will be the only thing you can still say..." His eyes, darker than ever, devoured you with their gaze. "And you're going to love every second..."

He began to slowly insert the tip of his imposing member, and even this simple initial penetration was already making you see stars, tearing uncontrollable moans from your throat that echoed in the locker room. "Fuck, I haven't even put half my cock in and you're already screaming like that," he whispered in a husky voice against your ear, visibly satisfied with the effect he had on you. In response, you could only moan louder as he continued to sink into you millimeter by millimeter, your intimacy stretching deliciously to accommodate him. "So tight... so hot..." he growled, his fingers digging deeper into the tender flesh of your hips.

Takamura, overwhelmed by impatience and desire, has suddenly accelerated his movement, wanting to possess you without further delay. You immediately feel a sharp pain that makes you flinch. “A-ah! Slow,--it hurts!” you weakly protest. He slows slightly, looking at you with a mixture of arrogance and burning desire. “It's okay, you can take me easily considering how wet you are,” he replies with a smirk, his eyes fixed on the spot where your bodies meet.

This crude remark made you growl in frustration, annoyed by his immature tone. "You idiot..." you hissed through your teeth. He rolled his eyes slightly, his smile widening further as he realized he had made you angry. "It's fiiiine," he hummed mockingly. Then, taking advantage of this moment of distraction, he suddenly thrust all the way into you. The sudden sensation made you throw your head back, a cry of pleasure threatening to escape your lips. With a quick gesture, he pressed his large hand against your mouth, muffling the moan that would have betrayed your presence in the locker room.

"T-too much!" you tried to say as you were literally smothered by Takamura's powerful hand covering your mouth. The pain made you cry slightly, tears pearling in the corners of your eyes, which immediately drew his attentive gaze. Noticing your discomfort, he gently removed his hand from your lips, letting out a warm breath against your trembling skin. With unexpected tenderness contrasting with his usual ardor, he approached to capture your lips in a passionate and deep kiss, his tongue dancing sensually with yours in an erotic waltz that made you momentarily forget the pain.

Along with this gesture of overwhelming intimacy, he began to move his hips at a deliberately slow rhythm, without giving you completely time to adjust to his imposing member that filled you so perfectly. Your muffled moans, a mixture of pleasure and discomfort, blended harmoniously with Takamura's hoarse growls as he separated from you to catch his breath, a thin thread of saliva still connecting your lips swollen from your passionate kisses. His intense gaze met yours as a satisfied smile stretched his lips, his hips beginning to adopt a more sustained rhythm now that your body had slightly adjusted to his impressive thickness and considerable length. His growls of pleasure became deeper, more animal-like, as he observed with obvious satisfaction the effect his member had on you, making you gradually lose all control.

Takamura slowly lowered his eyes to your breasts, which swayed delicately with the rhythm of his steady hip movements. His powerful hands couldn't resist the urge to caress them, grab them and squeeze them in an obscene way that immediately made you moan uncontrollably, your voice echoing against the locker room walls. "hah..Fuck, stop moaning like that... someone might hear us and wonder what's going on," he whispered in a husky voice, his eyebrows slightly furrowed despite the obvious desire darkening his gaze.

You bit your lower lip while giving him a provocative look, your eyes sparkling with defiance. "Bastard, you did that on purpose... You know exactly what it does to me when you touch me like that..." That characteristic arrogant smile appeared on his face, making you sigh in exasperation as he began to gradually intensify the rhythm of his hips. The obscene sound of your bodies colliding resonated throughout the locker room, amplifying your moans which were becoming more and more uncontrollable. Saliva ran down your chin while your eyes began to roll back from the intensity of the pleasure overwhelming you, his rhythm becoming ever faster and deeper. His name escaped your lips like an endless litany.

"I-I'm going to cum!.. I can't take it anymore..." This breathless confession made him suddenly slow down before pulling out completely, leaving you trembling and frustrated. You stared at him with wide eyes of incomprehension and unfulfilled desire. "Wh-what are you doing? I was so close..." Without saying a word, Takamura firmly grabbed you by the shoulders, lifting you with controlled strength to pin you against the wall facing him. His powerful hands gripped your thighs as he stood, lifting you while holding you perfectly in position as he repositioned himself against your throbbing entrance before plunging in with a single fluid motion.

You were completely impaled on his imposing member, a slight bulge visible against the taut skin of your stomach testifying to his presence inside you. In this new position, he reached even deeper places, perfectly hitting that sensitive spot that made you see stars. Your cries of pleasure became impossible to contain, echoing against the locker room walls. The muscles of his shoulders rolled under his skin as he held you firmly against him, his hands gripping firmly the tender flesh of your buttocks while he continued

to pound into you with increasing intensity, each movement deeper and more powerful than the last. Your entire body trembled under his impetuous thrusts, each impact sending waves of electrifying pleasure that surged through your entire being like a tidal wave of sensations. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, holding you in place while you completely surrendered to the intoxicating sensation of his dominant power. His fingers dug deep into your tender flesh, marking your skin with red marks that appeared and faded with the rhythm of his frantic movements, silent witnesses to your devouring passion. You felt your breathing become more and more erratic, your heart beating so hard in your chest that it seemed to want to escape, and you knew, deep inside, that you were about to fall into an abyss of endless pleasure. The tension rose inexorably in your lower abdomen, a ball of fire just waiting to explode. And then, with one final devastating thrust, he plunged so deep inside you that you thought you saw stars, making you explode in a cry of pleasure so intense that it echoed long throughout the locker room, a sonic testimony to your absolute ecstasy...

Exhausted but fulfilled, you slowly caught your breath while the last echoes of this passionate moment faded into the muffled silence of the locker room. Your aching muscles reminded you of the intensity of what you had just experienced, and a gentle warmth still lingered throughout your body.

The footsteps gradually faded in the hallway, and you let out a long sigh of satisfaction, your body still coursing with slight tremors that testified to the intensity of the moment. Takamura, true to himself, sketched that characteristic smirk as he met your gaze still veiled with pleasure.

"See that? We're really experts at avoiding compromising situations," he whispered in a low voice, his tone overflowing with barely concealed amusement and pride.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't hold back a nervous laugh that betrayed your own amusement. "You're really impossible, Takamura... Completely uncontrollable..."

He raised an eyebrow with deliberate arrogance, visibly delighted by your reaction, and leaned close to your ear, his warm breath caressing your sensitive skin: "And admit that's exactly why you can't get enough of me, right?"

Cheeks burning with embarrassment, you were about to reply when a familiar voice resonated through the locker room door that was on the opposite side from where you were, so they couldn't see you. The sudden voice made you jump.

Takamura had barely pulled on his sweatshirt when a voice rang out in the gym, breaking the silence.

"Takamura! Are you there? Are you messing with us or what? We thought you'd gone for your run! Have you seen [Y/N] by any chance?"

It was Aoki, whose irritation was clearly showing. Kimura, hanging back slightly, let out an exasperated sigh.

Takamura shrugged his shoulders, appearing perfectly relaxed. Adjusting his sleeves with provocative nonchalance, he briefly glanced at you. A smirk spread across his lips, and he leaned in slightly to whisper.

"Hide well, princess," he said in a soft but playful voice. "I'll give them a show, don't worry."

He gave you one last conspiratorial wink before leaving the locker room, his pace slow and calculated, as if savoring every second.

Barely had he crossed the threshold when Aoki stepped forward, visibly annoyed. "Hey, what's that weird smell in here? It's like a mix of sweat and... I don't know what, but it's gross!"

Kimura, arms crossed, fixed him with a jaded look. "Seriously, Aoki, is that all you have to say? We're looking for Takamura, not conducting an odor investigation."

Takamura, true to form, ignored the comment as he passed by them with a smirk. "You're just jealous that I smell better than both of you combined," he threw over his shoulder before disappearing into the gym.

Meanwhile, you remained hidden behind the lockers, your heart racing, cheeks burning. The situation was becoming increasingly tense, but your legs refused to move. You knew you needed to leave this place before someone discovered you, but the intensity of the moment seemed to still paralyze you.

Frozen in place, breathing still irregular and legs shaky, you remained in the locker room that was growing increasingly quiet. Only the frantic beating of your heart and the gentle pulsing of your body persisted, still under the influence of the consuming passion you had just shared with Takamura. The sensation of his essence slowly trickling down your thighs reminded you of the intensity of your embrace, triggering a new shiver of pleasure. Eyes closed, you let yourself be overwhelmed by this wave of intoxicating emotions.

"I should really head back now, before someone else comes," you whispered softly to yourself, your voice still slightly trembling. With obvious difficulty, you slowly stood up, your shaky legs and slight unsteadiness betraying the intensity of what you had just experienced. Simply standing required considerable effort, and each step toward the communal shower seemed to take an eternity, but you took comfort in the idea of being able to freshen up and erase the traces of recent events. Once under the lukewarm water, you let the liquid flow over your sensitive skin, washing away not only the sweat but also the still-burning memories that made your heart race.

Alone in the shower, the soothing sound of water echoing against the tiles, you allowed yourself several minutes to regain your composure before returning to the locker room, a towel carefully wrapped around your still-trembling body. With measured but quick movements, you changed, opting for particularly loose sweatpants and a baggy sweatshirt, clothes chosen as much for their comfort as for their ability to conceal the marks on your skin. Sitting on the hard wooden bench, you focused on the simple but reassuring task of putting on your socks one at a time, breathing deeply in the air now scented with the fresh, clean smell of your shower that had thankfully replaced the more compromising odors.

It was precisely at that moment that the locker room door opened with a light but distinct creak, a sound soft enough to seem almost timid but audible enough to immediately catch your attention. You looked up, and your breath caught in your throat. Ippo stood in the doorway, as still as a statue, his face expressing a complex mixture of genuine surprise and obvious embarrassment.

"Oh, uh... [Y/N]?" he stammered awkwardly, his eyes quickly darting away from yours as a particularly visible pink tinge spread across his cheeks. His discomfort was palpable, and it was obvious he absolutely hadn't expected to find you here in this place.

You stared at him for what seemed like an eternity, your heart resuming its frantic pace in the face of this unexpected encounter, before trying to mask your growing nervousness behind a semblance of normalcy. "Hi, Ippo. How are you?" Your voice sounded strangely calm despite your inner turmoil.

He mumbled a barely audible response, his words tangling in their rush: "Y-yeah, I'm fine..." But his tone severely lacked conviction, and a terrifying thought crossed your mind: what if he had heard something earlier? This simple idea was enough to send a wave of intense heat to your face, and you quickly looked away, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

A particularly heavy silence settled in the locker room, the atmosphere becoming almost electric with palpable tension. Ippo, visibly as uncomfortable as you, seemed to be desperately searching for a valid excuse to slip away quickly, his gaze nervously scanning the room as if looking for an escape route.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Ippo cleared his throat softly. "I... I just came to get my boxing gloves," he whispered, quickly heading to his locker, carefully avoiding your gaze. You took advantage of this diversion to gather your things, eager to leave this space that had suddenly become too cramped.

As you headed toward the exit, your bag held tightly against you, Ippo suddenly turned around, his usually gentle expression tinged with unusual determination. "[Y/N]..." he began, hesitating, before abruptly stopping, as if the words failed him. You stopped dead in your tracks, your heart pounding, dreading what he might say next.

"I... I know it's none of my business, but... take care of yourself, okay?" he finally said, his gaze filled with sincere concern. You felt your heart tighten at his disarming kindness, not knowing how to react to this unexpected show of concern. With a weak smile, you simply nodded before quickly slipping out of the locker room, leaving behind a thoughtful and visibly troubled Ippo.

As you almost hurriedly left the locker room, Ippo's words still echoed in your mind. His tone, marked with sincerity and a hint of concern, had caught you off guard. You clutched your bag tighter against yourself, hoping to calm the tumult of your thoughts.

In the silence of the hallway, you took a deep breath, trying to center yourself. But part of you couldn't help replaying that moment over and over, wondering if Ippo had seen or heard something he shouldn't have.

Meanwhile, in the locker room, Ippo remained motionless, eyebrows furrowed, as if lost in thought. He looked at his locker for a moment without really seeing it, before sighing softly. "What are you up to, Takamura..." he whispered to himself, shaking his head with an expression caught between confusion and resignation.

Finally, he grabbed his gloves and left the locker room in turn, determined not to let his doubts overwhelm him further. But deep down, a worry persisted in him, a feeling that something important was escaping him.

[runawaycarouselhorse]

All of my favourite ships I get really invested in are not at all from romantic anime or shoujo. Shoujo romances bore me and if I like a shoujo series, it's for the art and characters and story, but I just don't get invested in the romances. Even the rare times I like a ship, it's some secondary or tertiary one that gets nearly zero focus or worse, I end up preferring the ones that will never be canon (Yuki and Machi, Takuto and Meroko, Mytho and Duck, and Leon and Jeudi...) Even if I think the main romance is okay, it's sweet, I never squeal over them or anything. The ships I ADORE and get invested in, even if they don't end up canon, are ones teased in anime primarily about adventure or mysteries or anything else. I ship absolutely nothing in shoujo the way I am head over heels over KojiMusa/Rocketshipping and DenAi/Wishfulshipping, which just get hints (the former canon in a secondary manga adaptation) in a kodomo/children's anime with a primarily male demographic or Jashi (Samurai Jack), which as a ship was definitely more popular with the male viewers, or my beloved ShinRan (Detective Conan) or the utterly adorable Kujou x Victorique (GOSICK)... I like the kind of ships more popular with guys or geared at male readers/viewers... probably the only exceptions being Zutara (Avatar: the Last Airbender) and HanaMaru (Chibi Maruko-chan), which definitely are more popular with female fans than male ones, but I also don't. React to the shipteasing like the girls during that preview video........ the shrieking and squealing, I never do that.

I get so, so, so, so, so bored by romance as the primary genre. No appeal. There HAS to be something else going on! (Probably why most shoujo I adore is the mahou shoujo variety where there's enemies to defeat or at least some interesting fantastic element. Or period dramas—I love the fashion so much.)

Give me a shounen anime romance that beats me over the head with its obviousness and I'll ship it, pfft. Plus, I need to see the characters struggling with something to really relate to and root for them... slice-of-life is my absolute least favourite anime genre because most of it has no resemblance to reality. It's either got to have the authenticity of Chibi Maruko-chan being based initially on the mangaka's childhood memories (with a couple of changes—a child-at-heart grandfather she wished to have, instead of the cruel and hated man no one mourned when he died...) or just be hilarious like Tanaka-san is Always Listless or Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun. Ironically, only Maruko-chan is shoujo... the latter two are actually shounen!

Shoujo romances I actually loved: MamoUsa (Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon), yes, even in the 90's version filtered through male writers including a director who seemed to really hate him and the ship. It's definitely sweeter in the manga and Crystal, but the way 90's Mamoru behaves makes perfect sense for how isolated and lonely and confusing his childhood without his parents or even his memories of them were. ;_;

Oscar and André!!!!! I cried over them so much, I wound up dehydrated and my joints hurt and it was still worth it. Big globs of tears. I think it's also because I'm a sucker for the childhood friends trope, which usually don't end up together in shoujo I read...

[writing-fanics]

[ Mamoru x Fem!Reader ]

•Legend of the Forgotten Moon Princess•

[Part III] Mamoru and Y/n

a/n: in this chapter y/n and mamoru spend sometime together getting to know each-other a bit more...]

so complete of season one follows the manga the next part of the story will be season ii cause i really like that season.. but for the final battle im doing the show version with a twist at the end.... so im taking out the manga version of the reincarnation and having the tv show version instead since that one is more impactful and i like it more. 

[ Finding Sailor Jupiter ] 

[Y/n] was at the Crown Game Center, with Usagi, Ami, and Makoto. The new transfer student in Class 6,  [Y/n] watches Makoto play the Sailor V, game. 

"You sure you’ve never played this game before?” Usagi asks, Makoto.

”it’s the same as fighting in real life.” Makoto says, to her.

”you let the bad guy chase you so you can catch him off guard, then you hit him with your ultimate attack!” She says, as she plays the game.

”Ultimate attack!” Usagi says, in awe.

”Hi Usagi! Y/n! You’re here early today.” Ami says, as she walks towards them.

”Oh! Hi, Ami!” Both Y/n and, Usagi say. Looking towards her.

”Have you met the new girl yet? She just transferred into, Class 6 today.” Usagi says, to her.

“I’m Makoto Kino,” she says, looking over at Ami.

”I’m Ami Mizuno. I go to Juban, too. It’s so nice to meet you.” She says, to Makoto.

"Nice to meet you too." Makoto says, looking at the game. Then Motoki came over, "Hey Usagi! So are all the girls you're friends with cute." He says, and he looks and sees Makoto who turns her head and, looks at him. A blush spread across her cheeks, 

"Its...you." She says, quietly looking at him. Then the sound of game over interrupted them, she turned back towards the screen. 

"Oh! Nothing I thought you were someone else.." She says, looking back at them game.

[TIme-Skip] to bridal shop cause this bitch lazy.. 

"Well this is the bridal shop he was talking about." Ami says, as the girls look at it. 

"It's also the same one Naru went to." Usagi says, looking at it.

"Where's Mako?" She says, looking around and sees her looking up at the shop, with a blush spread across her face. She sees a dress and, looks at it. 

"So gorgeous. I wish I could wear a dress like that." Mako says, to herself.

As two girls pass by, "See thats the bridal shop." One girl says, pointing to it. 

"You mean that's the shop thats cursed?" the girl beside her asks. 

"That's right! Sometimes people see it! That ghost bride." [Y/n] says, looking at the shop.

"The mannequin on the balcony wanders around at night, trying to seduce the male-passers by Everybody! says so." She says, to them. 

"And if you buy a dress from the shop, you become cursed by the ghost bride. and spend your life in misery." She says, looking at the shop. 

"Whaa? Well, when I do get engaged, I'm not going to go there for a dress." Mako thinks, to herself. The girls, make their way towards Rei's. 

Rei looks at Makoto and, feeling a powerful presence from her. All the girls catch Rei up, on the bridal shop. 

"A cursed bridal shop? The ghost of a bride? Yes, it is suspicious." Rei says, to her friends.

"That groom who went missing...I wonder if he was seduced by that ghost bride?" Ami says, to herself. 

"If he was, he's got no-one to blame but himself for being lured in by a ghost." Rei says, her arms folded. Makoto then turn back towards the girls, 

"This is all too complex for me. I'm going home." Makoto says, to the girls then leaves. And, as she does Luna, jumps up onto Rei's, shoulder. 

"Luna.." Rei says, looking towards Makoto...

"Yes.." Luna says, as she looks up at Rei. 

"The day we're all assembled might be sooner than we think." Rei says, watching as Makoto walks away.. 

[Y/n] was fast asleep, in her bed when all of a sudden Tuxedo Mask, appears at her window. She gasps and, watches as he runs away. She rushes out of bed and, follows him. Atlas notices and, notifies everyone. 

"Ami-Chan, Rei-Chan, Usagi-Chan, Wake up! Tuxedo Mask is leading Y/n-Chan away!" Atlas shouts, into the watch..[Y/n] arrives at the Bridal Shop from before, and gasps seeing Makoto. Everyone else, arrives and transforms. Seeing the ghost bride, 

'Lunar Prism Power! Make-Up!' She shouts, as she transforms into Sailor Luna. And, everyone else into their own respective guardian. 

"Stealing the sacred form of the blushing bride and whispering of love! We wont stand for it!" Sailor Moon, shouts at the ghost bride.

"I'm the Sailor Guardian, Sailor Luna. Who fights for the stars and, the moon above." 

"I'm the pretty guardian sailor moon who fights for love, and for justice.." 

"And, I'm the Sailor Guardian Sailor Mercury." 

"And I'm, the Sailor Guardian Sailor Mars.." 

"And we'll punish you" 

They say..

"You were controlling and tricking people?" Makoto says, looking at the ghost bride. 

"You mean you were serious damn it.." She says, as a symbol appears on her forehead. 

"I'll let you know about a woman's pure feelings with raw strength." She says, picking up the ghost bride, then she suddenly transforms into Sailor Jupiter. 

"Flower Hurricane!" She shouts, as a flower hurricane appears. "Jupiter, the planet I guard, bring a storm!! And down your thunder!" She shouts, at Nephrite. 

"Jupiter Thunder-bolt!" She shouts, as a thunderbolt strikes Nephrite killing him...Makoto falls to the ground, and all the girls run towards her to see if she's okay and, she was. And, Luna tells her that she's Sailor Jupiter..

- sorry for it being terrible and short i was using the manga' 

[ time skip ] y/n's off doing her own thing she has work to do..

[Y/n] sighed, as she looked at the papers scattered on her desk. [Y/n] wrote down stuff, from her textbook down onto the paper. She looks down and, groans. She barely got any sleep last night, since she was up all night just, working on this and, was tired really tired. 

She sighs and, decides to take a break. She makes some coffee and, decides to go out for a walk. Not knowing about what was happening outside, after walking for about ten minutes, she began to feel dizzy.

'My head is all fuzzy and, my strength is going... ugh what's going on?' She says and, she begins to fall to the ground. 

'Must be the work of the enemy..' She thinks, as she falls to the ground. 

Mamoru rounds the corner and, sees [Y/n] lying on the ground unconscious. He runs towards her, quickly checking for a pulse. He brings his hand to her cheek, "Hey! Snap out of it." He says, to her. And, she stirs awake looking him in the eyes, but seeing Tuxedo Mask. 

"Tuxedo Mask!" She says, in amazement looking at him. 

"What are you doing here?" She asks, as her cheeks turn red.

"My bad judgement and actions brought us to this point." He says, to her and, she looks at him in shock. 

"Tuxedo Mask! So this whole situation was your.... You did it are you actually?" She asks, worried. 

"No, I'm not! I didn't mean for this to happen! I wanted to find the Legendary Silver Crystal no matter the cost. But I didn't have any information to work on!" He says, looking at her.

"And I don't have powers like you do!" He says, to her. And she gasps, 

"You must transform into Sailor Luna! I can't do anything about this situation myself at this point." He says, and, she gasps once more. 

"Y-You know I'm Sailor Luna.. Just who in the world are you?" She asks, looking him in the eyes. 

"You're the only one who can come to the rescue." He says, to her. And she looks him, in the eyes. Those familiar eyes, that would seem that she sees everymorning. 

[Y/n] stands up and, places her hands on her brooch. 

'Lunar Prism Power Make-Up!' 

[Y/n] then makes, her way to where everyone else, was...She gasps, seeing so many people, lying on the ground she didn't know if they were dead or just unconscious. Even though she's seen stuff from the enemy, nothing to this extent. She was scared nervous, what if she couldn't bring anyone back... 

But then she felt a pair of arms wrap around her, "Snap out of it Sailor Luna! I know you can do it." Tuxedo Mask, said to her as tears ran down her cheeks. Then a stick appeared and, it was in the shape of a star. She takes it in her hands, "Please! Take everybody.. and give them back their lives! Please!" She shouts, holding the stick.. 

And, after she did and, everyone was waking up. She suddenly felt sleepy and, went limp. "Sailor Luna?" He says, grabbing hold of her, before she hit the ground. 

"You used too much power?" He says, looking down at her. A smile, spread across his face as he looks at her. He tucks, a strand of hair behind her ear. 

"But well done.. Sailor Luna." He says, to her as he picks her up bridal style. 

'What is this?' 

"This familiar warmth..' 

"It's as if this warmth is giving me back my energy'

As he places her on the his bed, he looks at her. She seemed so at peace, even though using up so much power and energy during that fight. 

[Time-Skip] 

[Y/n] woke up, in an unfamiliar place. She looked around, she was lying in someone else's bed. 'Where.. am I?" she says, as she looks around. She looks down and, sees a pocket watch. She looks at it and, sees that it has the phases of the moon on it. 

"So you're awake?" Mamoru says, as he looks over at [Y/n] who looks, over at him. Then she looks at the suit he was wearing, 

"Why are you Tuxedo Mask...?" She asks, looking at him. 

"It's for my memory. That's why I have to get my hands on the Legendary Silver Crystal." He says, to her and, she looks at him.

"Your memory?" She asks, looking into his eyes. 

"I lost my parents, on my sixth birthday. There was a car accident and, I lost both of my parents. And, I forgot who I was." He says and, [Y/n] gasps tears running down her cheeks. 

"And, I started having the same dream over and over. Find the Legendary Silver Crystal.. Just that phase. time and time again in my dreams." He says and, she looks at him. 

"And before I knew it... I was stealing through the city at night like some strange sleep-walker! Wearing a tuxedo like some phantom thief." He says, 

"The only clue to my past, are the word find the legendary silver crystal." He says, 

"What about you?" He asks and, she blushes looking down. 

"Um... Well it isn't so quite defined Atlas told me to find it alongside Sailor Moon, and protect it, so.." She says, blushing. 

"I see." He says and, she looks at him curiosly. 

[Y/n] brought the mask closer to his face, placing it over his eyes. She should've known, that all to familiar voice that she heard, every morning. Those all to familiar eyes she'd, get lost in. Even though she only lives a few doors down the hall. This moment in time between them felt like, they've met this way before but in different circumstances. But at this moment, if time were to stop she wouldn't mind at all. 

She looked down nervously, her heart racing. "A-Atlas is waiting for me. I... have to go home." She says, turning to leave but stops, when Mamoru place his hand, on her shoulder. Her heart pounding against her chest, "N/n." He says, and she turns around to look at him. 

A blush spread across her face, "N/n. Your bag." He says, and she nervously takes it from him. Covering her face with it, as her face turned bright red. She walks towards the door, and leaves. 

'...He called me "N/n" That's who he said.' She says, thinking to herself as she walks down the hallway to her apartment, her heart racing as she thinks of him. 

'Maybe I could call him "Since he's Mamoru, maybe I can call him Mamo-Chan.' She thinks, stopping outside her door. She reaches, into her pocket. And pulls out Mamoru's broken pocket watch, 

'I brought it with me... his broken pocket watch.' she stares at it, bringing it to her lips and kissing it. This all too familiar warmth returning once more, but stronger than ever before. [Y/n] has never fallen in love before, but this moment was completely different, she feels like she already knows him. 

He's opened up to her, he trusts her enough to tell her why he's going after the Legendary Silver Crystal. That moment, between them just moments ago. Felt as if they were in a fairy tale, as if they were two lovers. Finding out each-other's secret identities,  a fairy tale she wanted to be in. 

She never thought she'd fall in love so quickly, but it doesn't feel wrong. Not one bit, for to her it feels like she's falling in love with him all over again. As if she knew him from as past life. She looked up, hearing that voice once more. 

'You're my one and only love.' 

She walked into her apartment and, sighed as she thought of Mamoru. She brought her hand up to her face, her face bright red. A smile spread across her face, as she looked at the broken pocket watch. She held it close to her chest, holding it over her heart. 

'Is this what being in love is like?' 

{ Chapter Four } Princess Serenity and Princess Y/n  Sneak Peek

And how Mamoru noticed, how shaken and scared she was. When they tried to talk to her, [Y/n]'s face turns red, as she feels Mamoru's hand on hers. "Are you okay?" He asks, and she looks down, then at him. Her heart racing, pounding against her chest. "Yeah, I'm fine Mamo. Just seeing them, after all those years startled me." She says, looking up at him, smiling. 

They close the gap between them, their lips touching. [Y/n]'s hand places her hands, on Mamoru's chest. This kiss between them, felt magical familiar as if, out of a fairy tale. Mamoru places his hands, on her waist. She didn't want, this moment between them to stop. 

He weakly brings his hands up, looking at [Y/n] who looked down at him worried, tears in her eyes. 'I remember now, I came back to be with you again. I found you, Y/n." He says, his hand going limp.

"My...Star." He says, and [Y/n] looks down at him in shock, tears streaming down her cheeks. [Y/n] shakes her head, and screams in anguish. As she wraps her arms around Mamoru, tears streaming down her cheeks. 

[aratakiis]

thief.

female reader x arataki itto

words: 1081

warnings: panty stealing, college au, nsfw, not proofread, mentions of peer pressure, theft, itto likes to cum in ur undies ;0

notes: i adore itto sm like what the fuck!! -also on ao3

the unbreakable arataki itto finally gave into peer pressure.

"dude, c'mon, it won't hurt you, you already have the key!" one of the foolish boys in his "gang," or rather a clique, exclaimed.

the truth is, though, that itto has been truly whipped for you, since day one. the day you busted him for skipping class to play yu-gi-oh with a new student.

both him and the "newbie" sat in the middle of the main hallway, the entire "gang" of his surrounding itto. as a respected member of the student council, your job was to prevent such tomfoolery from happening. they eventually started spinning beyblades and pulling out other trading-card decks.

the click of your heels struck fear into anyone, your neat and kempt appearance intimidating the average student. "what exactly is going on here?" you had inquired, the dense half-oni still giddily playing with beyblades.

with a frown, you had scolded the foolish mob, eventually dispersing, including his own relatively harmless gang of frat-boys and morons going back to their classes respectively. everyone had listened to your stern instruction- except for him.

after dragging him back to your office where you had resided for a couple of classes per week, he nodded along to your lecture, which went one ear and out the other. he stared at your bust through your neat, white blouse. of course, this wouldn't be the first time he got himself into reckless trouble, sometimes he even got himself into trouble just to see you. though he may have been a fool, he did not have any malicious intent, deeming him much less worrying than other students.

the boldest move of his was the stunt he pulled most recently, stealing the extra copy of your dorm key while you filed another incident report. he allegedly defaced the men's bathroom, ultimately turning himself in for something he had not done, just to repeat said drill- stare at your breasts, look at your skirt.

as you leaned down to put away another one of his incident reports, he quietly slid the key into the pocket while having a staring contest with your undergarments for what felt like a few minutes. he nodded along, as per usual, and you let him go. itto proudly boasted about stealing the spare to his boys after he got back.

mamoru suggested the idea- to steal a pretty looking pair of panties from your drawer while you were gone. although dangerous, itto considered "risk" his middle name. ever so foolishly, he tip-toed all the way up to your dorm.

with a nod, he unlocked the door, and his boys were off. the plan went like this: steal a pretty pair of your underwear, come on it, leave. he still hadn't devised a "plan-B" or what he would do with the cum-stained undies though.

what really mattered right now was how he was going to pick only one pair. they all looked so pretty, he couldn't help but imagine how they would cling to your waist, and especially how nicely they would look tucked against your puffy little pussy lips as he pounded your cunt.

he picked a nice soft cotton pair, with a cute little bow in the front. his cock was already visibly hard through his sweats, heat rising to his face and pooling in his gut when he realized what exactly he was doing. it was arousing, nonetheless, to masturbate in your room, stealing a nice pretty pair of your own panties for his pleasure.

wasting no time, he slid his dominant hand down his pants, the other hand stroking the soft material of the underwear. he pulled his cock out, a couple touches away from dripping with copious amounts of precum.

itto sat down on your floor, back leaned against the dresser as he admired the pretty fabric. switching the pair to his other hand, he rubbed the cotton along his thick shaft, dick drooling with precum, ruining the cleanliness of your underwear. the oni sighed with content, eyes half lidded as he ran the panties up and down on his cock.

he fumbled with the little bow in the front, fingers coming back up to his tip to play with it a little and tease his precum dripping slit. itto licked his lips and threw his head back a little, moaning softly. he spread his legs father apart, jerking it with two hands, your poor little panties being abused by a big oni.

he was defiling your undergarments. why not leave them there for you to see? he could just take them as a trophy, like a souvenir. itto started to pant like a dog, bucking his hips and fucking his load into the soft cotton fabric, shaking the dresser along with his thrusts.

the sight of those pretty little panties wrapped around his big, hungry cock could get him off more than you could imagine. the cute, tiny bow rubbed up against a thick vein, the friction between the cloth and his dick getting him closer to a filthy high.

itto chewed his lip as he humped the panties clasped around his hands ever so desperately, he couldn't wait to ruin your pussy too. he's gotta get with you, itto has to see all the pretty sets of undies on your waist, fucking them with his dick just couldn't be enough. if he were to be so bold, he might even steal some stockings or another pair of cute little panties. a lacy pair, or a cute pink thong.

intense heat pooled deep into his gut, dick twitching as he fucked his hands balls deep. he ground his hips as much as he could into the pretty fabric of your panties, breathy, helpless moans spilling from his raw lips while he came. thick and sticky, his fat load all over your underwear and his hands.

itto wiped his hands on the fabric, the poor, abused pair being taken home with him expertly. he washed his hands and left, trophy sealed tightly in a nice plastic baggie and locked the door, not a trace to be seen. only such a devious thief could steal your panties.

the souvenir remains in his room, used nearly every day and then washed. it lives a not-so-miserable life of being rubbed up against itto's fat, needy cock. he'll never tell you it was him, though. it was him who took and mercilessly bullied your favorite pair of underwear.

sometimes, he even kisses it...

[rougepetale]

Drama llama! (Mamoru) (Soft NSFW)

Fandom: Kissed by the Baddest Bidder (Voltage Love 365)

Pairing: Mamoru Kishi x Reader

Warning: mentions of sex, but not smut

Note: this is for @hifftn​ and her Voltage trope bingo challenge. If you want to get into it, just DM her. :D

This is for jumping to conclusions causing Drama.... tried drama... turned out to be humor... yeah 

Heavy, ragged pants escaped from Mamoru’s lips. He had made vigorous love to you, and his body was paying dearly for it. Heart pounding, he couldn’t get enough breath, he was feeling old. But all the mattered was the satisfied look on your face. 

Collapsing beside your sweaty body he watched as you drifted off to sleep. He gently patted your head, “Such a kid, can’t even go for a second round.” This was the first time in a long time that the both of you had gotten a break. It had been nearly a month since you both had a chance to sit back and relax. And you both chose to fuck. Not necessarily a bad way to spend an evening. But, as he laid there, he thought how much you probably needed a vacation. 

He had been saving up vacation days, simply because he never needed them. He didn’t work hard enough to need a vacation. But as he watched your sleeping form, he decided that he was going to cash them in. 

Slipping from the warm bed, he unplugged his phone and went into the other room. Grabbing his tablet from the side of the couch he sat heavily upon its plush cushion, the tablet cradled on his lap. Cursing as the bright screen turned on and temporarily blinded him. 

For a moment he wondered if this was even worth it. 

Another tab opened and he researched where to go. Somewhere relaxing, somewhere where there was sun, maybe the beach. He could already imagine you in a skimpy bikini. Something only for his eyes. 

His hand already found his phone and was already dialing. “Uh, hi. I would like to book a vacation.” his voice was hushed so that he wouldn’t disturb you. 

You opened your eyes slowly, a pleasant ache throbbed between your legs. Your muscles clenched involuntarily. This was the first time in what seemed like forever that you had time with Mamoru. And damnit, you were ready to go again after your little snooze. A shiver ran up your spine as you pulled the blanket higher against your naked body. Blindly you felt behind you for your husband. “Mamo?”

Your fingers searched for his warmth, his body… anything. Finally your foggy mind cleared and you rolled over. Your husband was nowhere to be seen. Panic quickly raced through your body. Shooting up into a sitting position, you called his name, maybe he was in the bathroom? 

Listening for a reply, you heard your husband’s muffled voice. He must be in the family room. You pulled your bathrobe over your body and tiptoed to the room. 

“Yeah, I’m married.” you heard him talking, “Is that okay?” you could feel your blood boil,  “You’d do that for me?” Mamoru’s back was to you as he spoke to some person in a hushed tone. 

How dare he! “Who are you talking to!” you hissed, storming the room, Mamoru covered the phone and turned to you. A look of shock, he had hoped that you didn’t hear about the vacation.

“Uh, it’s Tomo from Sompo Insurance.” he replied, lying through his teeth, if he would have told you he was talking to a travel agent the surprise would have been ruined.

“Tomo from Sompo Insurance? At three in the morning?” you asked, incredulously. Storming to Mamoru you yanked the phone from his hand “Who is this?” you growled into the speaker, fully expecting to hear a sultry female voice on the other end.

“Uh, it’s Tomo… from Sompo Insurance.” Mamoru replied, sighing. He hated when you jumped to conclusions. Made it nearly impossible to surprise you.

“What are you wearing, Tomo from Sompo Insurance?” you asked, using an air quote around the “Tomo from Sompo Insurance”. 

“Uhh… khakis?” came the very male, masculine voice. If you were not half asleep and half mad at Mamoru, you would have paused. 

“She sounds hideous” you shot to Mamoru.

“Well, she’s a guy…” Mamoru sighed, taking a cigarette from a side table and lit it.He managed to dodge the airborne phone that was aimed at his head in time. 

“You’re sleeping on the couch tonight!” you growled, slamming the door. 

Mamoru groaned and rubbed his face, “Sorry. As you were saying? You can upgrade us to first class?” 

____

Mamoru was fine with sleeping on the couch, he knew he had the ace up his sleeve. Besides, you were cute when you were angry. Damn, you were sometimes even cuter when you were angry. 

Eisuke was next to be called, and that didn’t take long. Eisuke complied with minimal complaints. Everything was falling into place, and you were none the wiser. 

He managed to keep everybody out of the loop, though he knew Eisuke would eventually blab and when they came back, Mamoru knew he’d be teased relentlessly. Probably to the point he’d need another break. 

____

Three days later Mamoru was waking you at four in the morning. Urgently, he shook your shoulders awake. “___, C’mon wake up.” 

You groaned, swatting him away, “Go away!” you growled, “Go sleep on the couch.” Mamoru chuckled, you were so damn cute. 

Not waiting for you to respond again he gathered your squirming body to his, “I gave you a chance.”

“MAMORU! YOU PUT ME DOWN RIGHT THIS--MMPH” you were silenced by his mouth covering yours. His beard tickled your face. 

Finally after twenty seconds your body relaxed against his own, “Huh, thought you’d have a little more fight left in you.” he mused, “Though, it makes it easier to get you into the car.”

He got you into the car, blankets and all, he was surprised that you weren’t shrieking in his ear, probably because you were still asleep. “Where are we going?” you mumbled after some time, “I was sleeping you know.” 

“I know,” he kissed your head sweetly, “But I am not telling you.” with a pout on your lips, he shut the door on your face and didn’t look back. Instead he slid into the driver seat and took off to your unknown destination.  

Eventually you dozed off, after all it was nearly six in the morning. 

Your eyes snapped open when the car was in park. The hum of the private jet was something you were not used to. “Mamoru, what is going on?”

Mamoru chuckled, “Well, Eisuke had a hand in this.” he rubbed the back of his head, his tell. “I bought plane tickets but Eisuke insisted that we take one of his jets.” 

“I’m still lost.” you rubbed your face, trying to rub the sleep from your eyes. 

“That call, at three in the morning, we’re going on vacation for a week.” Mamoru finally couldn’t hold it back anymore, he delighted in the realization that dawned on your face. 

“Mamoru! What? Why” you struggled to bring words to your sleepy mind, “I dont-- I what?” 

He kissed you sweetly on the lips, “Surprise, we’re going on vacation” he reiterated, knowing that you were still wrapping your head around the idea. His hands came around you as he pulled you from the car, holding you steady, “I have a change of clothes for you in the jet.” 

“Mamo... why?” you asked, still dumbfounded.

“We’ve both been working hard. I just thought we needed a break for a little while.” 

He helped you into the jet and waited for you to come out. He knew you’d come out crying, begging for forgiveness. He just had to sit and wait patiently. 

Inside the bathroom, you couldn’t help smiling ear from ear. You shouldn’t have yelled at him. Inside the spare clothes was your favorite oversized sweatshirt, of Mamoru’s old sweatshirts that you had stolen and claimed for yourself. A smirk graced your lips, this was one way to make up for it. 

Mamoru was beginning to nod off when he felt your body against his, “I’m sorry Mamo” you whispered against his ear, your breath fanning over the side of his face. “Please forgive me?” His fingers grasped your body and eagerly roamed over your figure.He already could tell that you were wearing one of his sweatshirts, and no pants on. It didn’t take long for his fingers to find the hem of the sweatshirt. 

Grazing over naked skin, he paused and a lopsided grin bloomed over his features.

No panties. And he was almost sure you weren’t wearing a bra underneath. 

“Oh such a naughty girl.” he mused, “I think this is a good beginning to an apology.” 

You kissed him, nibbling on his lip, “Let me make it up to you.” you kissed around his face, eventually sucking the soft skin of his lobe into your mouth for a little nibble. He liked where this was going. He knew he wouldn’t be in the dog house for long.

“We have seventeen hours to make it up.”

You smirked, “Challenge accepted. Who needs a vacation when I have you.” 

[doublerainebow]

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Miyu Irino

Nobuhiko Okamoto

Yūichi Nakamura

~ Art Resources ~

Part 1?