#isara mao x reader

[ninani06]

— Why am I even jealous of the plushie...?

[ Isara Mao x f!reader ]

♡ Tags: Fluff, slightly angst, casual romance.

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Isara Mao is now a well-known idol, a beloved member of Trickstar, and—most importantly—your boyfriend. His face is everywhere, from banners and posters to plushies and keychains. No matter where you go, there’s always something reminding you of him.

After graduating from Yumenosaki Academy, the two of you moved in together, finally taking the next step in your relationship. But despite sharing an apartment, you often find yourself alone. Mao’s packed schedule keeps him busy from morning till night, leaving you to spend most of your days waiting for him to come home.

At first, you didn’t mind. You were proud of him—watching him chase his dreams, seeing him shine on stage, hearing his voice through interviews and performances. It was everything he had worked so hard for.

But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, the emptiness in the apartment grew heavier. The space that was supposed to feel warm and full of love started to feel too quiet. His things were here—his favorite jacket draped over the couch, his coffee mug resting on the counter—but he wasn’t.

You tried to keep busy, filling your time with hobbies, work, and even texting him whenever you could. But texts could only do so much. They couldn’t replace the warmth of his presence, the sound of his laughter filling the room, or the way he would pull you into his arms after a long day.

One evening, while running errands, you stumbled upon a plushie of Mao—one of the official Trickstar merch. It had his signature red-violet hair, his bright green eyes, and even a tiny replica of his idol outfit. It was ridiculous, really. But something about it made you smile.

Before you knew it, you were at the counter, paying for it and also some more clothes for it.

Back at home, you placed the plushie on the bed, staring at it for a moment before letting out a small sigh. “I can’t believe I’m doing this…” you mumbled, picking it up and hugging it close. It wasn’t the same as the real Mao, but at least it made the apartment feel a little less lonely.

Days passed, and the plushie slowly became a part of your routine. You’d talk to it absentmindedly while cooking, place it next to you while watching TV, and even hug it at night when sleep felt difficult. It was comforting.

Until one evening, Mao text you that he'll come this night. So you excite sit on the couch and wait for him. But the wait is too long, so you start to drowsy.

You flopped onto the couch, your body sinking into the cushions as exhaustion took over. Hugging the Mao plushie close, you let out a quiet sigh, your eyelids growing heavy. Before you knew it, sleep was pulling you under, your grip on the plushie tightening ever so slightly.

What you didn’t know, however, was that the front door had just opened.

Mao stepped inside, tugging off his hat and adjusting his mask—a necessity to keep from getting swarmed by fans on his way home. He sighed, running a hand through his messy red-violet hair. It had been another long day, filled with non-stop rehearsals, recordings, and interviews. But despite the exhaustion settling in his bones, he felt a sense of relief knowing that, at last, he was home.

Home to you.

As he walked further in, he paused mid-step, eyes landing on the couch. At first, his heart softened at the sight of you sleeping so soundly. But then he did a double-take, his brows furrowing.

Wait… what?

Why were you hugging… that?

Mao blinked, sweatdropping as he took in the sight before him. You were curled up around a plushie—his plushie—holding it so delicately, your face nuzzled against its soft fabric.

He crouched down beside the couch, carefully observing the scene before him. You looked so peaceful, so comfortable… and yet, there was something incredibly wrong about this picture. His green eyes flickered to the plushie, and for a brief second, he swore he could feel it mocking him.

Was he seriously feeling jealous over a plushie?

Mao shook his head, muttering under his breath, “Why am I even jealous of a plushie…?”

Still crouched beside the couch, he let out a quiet sigh before resting his forehead against the cushion near you. The warmth of your presence was comforting, but the fact that you were snuggled up with a miniature version of him instead of the real thing made something stir in his chest.

As he shifted slightly, his red-violet hair brushed against your arm, and the faint movement was enough to stir you from your sleep. You let out a soft murmur, your eyes fluttering open as you mumbled, “Mao…?”

He blinked before pulling back slightly, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Ah, did I wake you up?” His voice was gentle, laced with amusement and a hint of guilt.

Your eyes widened the moment you fully registered his presence. Without thinking, you immediately threw your arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace.

Mao stiffened for a split second, caught off guard by your sudden affection, but he quickly melted into your warmth, wrapping his arms around you in return. His voice was soft as he murmured, “I’m home, Y/n.”

“Welcome home, Mao.” Your voice was slightly muffled against his shoulder as you snuggled closer, holding him even tighter as if afraid he might slip away again.

He let out a quiet chuckle, though a sweatdrop formed as he realized just how much you were leaning into him. You were so drowsy, practically draping yourself over him, and before you could lose your balance, he instinctively tightened his hold, keeping you upright.

After a long moment, he gently guided you back onto the couch, making sure you were comfortably seated before settling down beside you with a tired sigh. He stretched his arms slightly before turning to look at you—only to find you hugging the plushie again.

Mao deadpanned.

Seriously? Again?

You were so happy, absentmindedly playing with the plushie’s tiny hands and ruffling its soft hair. Mao watched in silence, but the sight made something in him stir—an odd mix of discomfort and guilt.

Resting his elbow on his knee, he placed a hand under his chin and leaned forward, his green eyes fixed on the plushie. “When did you get that?” he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

“Oh, this?” You glanced down at the plushie in your lap, a small smile forming on your lips. “I got it a while ago.”

Mao raised a brow. “But… don’t you already have the real thing?” His tone was teasing, but there was something behind his words—something more uncertain.

You chuckled softly, your fingers still fiddling with the plushie’s hand. “I know,” you admitted. “But… while you were away, I felt kind of lonely.” Your voice turned quieter, your smile tinged with sadness. “So that’s why I bought it.”

Mao’s eyes widened slightly, and he bit his lip, his chest tightening at your words. He had been so caught up in his work, his never-ending schedule pulling him in all directions, that he never stopped to consider how much time he had spent away from you. How many nights you had spent alone in this apartment, waiting for him.

And now, here you were, holding onto a plush version of him because the real one wasn’t around enough.

The realization hit him harder than he expected.

The silence between you grew heavier, and a pang of regret settled in your chest. Maybe you shouldn’t have said that. You hadn’t meant to make him feel guilty.

You turned your head toward him, ready to backtrack. “Sorry, forget what—”

Before you could finish, a sudden warmth enveloped you. Mao had moved in an instant, wrapping his arms around you from behind, pulling you close against him. His chin rested gently on your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin.

Your body stiffened at the unexpected embrace, your face heating up. The plushie nearly slipped from your grasp, but Mao’s arms around you were firm, grounding you in place.

His voice, quiet yet filled with emotion, broke the silence.

“I’m sorry for leaving you alone…” His grip tightened slightly, as if trying to make up for all the time he’d been away. “I don’t want you to feel lonely because of me.” He exhaled, his tone laced with guilt. “I’ll talk to my manager. I’ll find a way to make more time for you. I promise.”

You could feel the frustration in his hold—the way his fingers curled around your waist, the slight tremble in his voice. He had always been devoted to his dreams, but now, he was trying just as hard to hold onto you.

You smiled softly, tilting your head just enough to playfully bump it against his. “Just focus on your work. I was just babbling about my own problems.”

Mao let out a small sigh, shaking his head. “Don’t say that. Your feelings aren’t something to just brush off.” His grip around you tightened a little, his voice laced with sincerity. “I miss hugging you… snuggling with you…”

Before you could react, he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. Then another to your forehead. And before you knew it, his lips brushed against yours, lingering just enough to make your heart skip a beat.

“And kissing you too,” he murmured against your lips before resting his forehead against yours.

Your eyes widened at his sudden affection, but then you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Why are you acting like a clingy baby all of a sudden?”

Mao smirked, his green eyes gleaming mischievously. “Because I am your baby.”

Before you could protest, he effortlessly pulled you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you like a child demanding attention. You let out an exasperated laugh, shaking your head. “I thought you were jealous of the plushie.”

At that, Mao tensed for a brief second. His eyes darted toward the plushie still resting on the couch, and you swore you saw the faintest hint of embarrassment flash across his face.

“…I thought you were asleep,” he muttered, avoiding your gaze.

You grinned, tilting your head teasingly. “Unfortunately for you, I woke up just in time.”

Mao groaned, covering his face with one hand while you chuckled at his reaction. “So… sorry?” you added playfully.

He peeked at you through his fingers before sighing dramatically, pulling you even closer. “I’ll forgive you if you promise to keep your attention on the real Mao from now on.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, a teasing grin spreading across your lips. “I will… but only if you’re willing to buy me another plushie.”

Mao let out an exaggerated sigh, dramatically slumping against you. “Unbelievable… I lost to a plushie.”

You giggled at his reaction, poking his cheek. “So, is that a yes?”

He narrowed his eyes at you but couldn’t resist the way your happiness radiated like sunshine. In the end, he sighed in defeat, shaking his head. “I’ll do you one better—I’ll plan a proper date for us.”

Before you could celebrate, he reached out and gently poked your forehead. “That way, you won’t need some fake version of me to keep you company.”

You laughed, leaning into him. “Deal.”

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Mao stared at the plushie in your arms, narrowing his eyes as if it were his mortal enemy. With a deadpan expression, he muttered, “Can we throw it out?”

“NO!”

[kunikame]

in your system, even pluto is a planet. - i. mao

warnings : mostly mao centric, gender neutral, astral ref (my trademark trust), my formal apology to all maoPs for redamancy

w/c : 889

isara mao has always been second best.

it is how he spent most of his life, it is what he’s ultimately used to. he knows he would never be first– he knows he's not good enough to be first.

those are the facts, the truths he’s had to abide by since he was a child. no matter how hard he tried, there was always someone who was, simply put, better.

yet to accept a truth is easier than to stop hoping he could one day break the cycle.

he’s reminded of this once more as he watches his unit-mates work on their next choreography. as a friend first and unit-mate second, he will always be proud of them, will always support them and help make them shine if he can.

that doesn’t mean it hurts any less. 

watching them so easily become what he’s always wished he could be. isara mao is well aware he could never sparkle like they do.

as it turns out, he’s the only ‘trick’, whereas the other 3 are the ‘star’.

to accept it is slightly different than it is to continue fighting it.

and that’s where you come in.

while anzu may be their primary manager, she’s been kept busy by other units recently, so to keep trickstar functioning properly in her absence, you’ve been assigned to help them out instead.

mao wouldn’t exactly call it love at first sight (though makoto yuuki would beg to differ)– he simply has good intuition when it comes to people. he just knew you’re a good person, so he stuck close to you. that’s all.

all was well at first.

you helped them out wherever you could, gave them useful advice and even basically collaborated on the choreography. what caught mao off guard however, was that you tried your best to focus on all of them equally. you gave all of them the time of day when they needed it, without any reservations or excuses. if makoto had a question, you would answer it, and if mao needed help the moment after, you would immediately be by his side.

it was weird, to be treated like a voluntary choice.

then suddenly you no longer had time for mao. 

makoto, subaru, hokuto. subaru, makoto, hokuto. hokuto, makoto, subaru.

never mao.

and he doesn’t understand why. 

he doesn’t remember doing anything to upset you, so why?

have you simply realized he’s not good enough to be a choice?

sitting on a random staircase in yumenosaki, the redhead swirled his can of coke as he let out yet another helpless sigh.

he couldn’t even ask ritsu for help, he’d just fall asleep halfway through the story. perhaps it’s for the best if he doesn’t say anything at all. just suck it up and stick it out till the end, as always. deal with it.

for so long he’s associated himself with venus– with it being the second planet from the sun and all– he forgot to think that, maybe, he was just pluto all along.

with the final sigh of his short pity party, he threw the can in the nearest bin and made his way back to the studio. just a bit more practice and perhaps he’ll finally get closer to the others. 

the door opens before him and you’re standing there, eyes wide and mouth gaping, as if you’re seeing him for the first time (he probably doesn’t look much different though, he thinks).

“mao! i was just about to go look for you! the others have left already so i finally have time for you, i’m so sorry i’ve been pushing it off for so long, there was always just.. something. the lights broke and the–” you paused to let out a quick breath, shoulders relaxing for the first time this week, “you know what, whatever, doesn’t matter. i can finally take care of your concerns, so out with them!”

you step away from the doorway to let him in, but he just stands there dumbfounded.

“..mao?”

“... so you– you weren’t ignoring me? like, without reason?”

“what? no! i would never do that!” you looked genuinely distraught and now he feels bad for ever thinking so because yeah, you would never do that (or would you?), he’s just too used to people doing it (way too used, a voice in his head chuckles).

“oh,” he breathes, then steps into the studio.

“if it were up to me i would’ve dropped everything to cater to your needs, but the spotlight that was supposed to be on your position broke, so i made that my priority,” oh, “i’m sorry if i made you feel unimportant, i should’ve discussed it with you first..”

“n-no! no, no it’s fine. you’re fine. .. thank you. for-for doing that for me. and i’m sorry, too, i shouldn’t have assumed..”

you smile at him and he thinks not even the sun is worthy of you. 

it may be the center of the solar system, where pluto is not even a planet and where venus is second– but in the system isara mao sees you as the center of, perhaps he was mercury all along. if he is to crash and burn and suffer incineration in the long run, it may just be a worthy sacrifice.

at least he will no longer be second best.

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[honeybeewhereartthee]

Dreaming of You; Dreaming of Fairy tale

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REALITY NOTES MEETS DREAM

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In a place where moons shines bright, a handsome young man who's a knight walks toward the lake that reflected the eternal sky, as he step on the water.

Instead of falling into it, his able to walk through it like there's glass yet fishes all swim around in Glee beneath his footstep.

As he reach the middle of the lake, a white piano that lies there awaiting him. Tracing the edges of the musical instruments a soft smile appear in his face as he takes his seat.

His ruby orbs stared daze for a moment before the first key played and followed by more. A beautiful sounds soon envelope the whole forest and beyond.

In a beautiful castle, people who's fearing the worse yet hoping for the best all hear the beautiful tone of the piano and the voice that travel by the wind spirit.

[ trapped in the forest of sleep, I think of you who I can't be with.]

A sigh of relief almost audible when they all hear it. "Ahahah. He really did it!" The king chuckle as he stood up from his chair in the round table and going to the balcony without caring what the others says.

"Soul song... " Staring at the glowing lake beyond the forest of dreams and nightmare, the kind who was smiling earlier cannot help but sadden when his knights cannot see his face.

"If anything, we could just bring the person here. " He mumbles worried about the unknown.

"But you still agree to let him do what he want, so you better not regret what you did Leo." The silver knight tells the king who don't reply.

"... We can still stop it if you want." The red knight, the youngest suggested. "We all agreed, and we can only hope things will go well." The golden knight says as she looks at her fellow knight, through she too worries about the possible bad outcome of what their dear friend and fellow knight is doing at this moment.

From they all saw the light disappear and the music comes to a stop they felt something is missing. They saw white butterflies fly around them before leaving to the sky and beyond.

"He did it!" Leo cheer before he turn around. "Im going to get some drinks to celebrate!" He quickly reason as tears fall from his eyes, he refuse to let his comrade and friends see this but like him others are crying and sad in their own way.

Tsukasa the youngest is being console by Naru and Sena who's acting tough refuse to let his tears fall but dejected and sadness can be seen in his eyes.

Of course, why won't they? Their friend and fellow knight who is earnest and will make sure his dreams are not just dreams. Even it mean leaving and taking chance to the unknown.

In another world, where you think it's all but a dream lies a world of eternal night. A knight who awaits you in each dream is not just an illusion. It's just that you two are world apart. He just have to make his dreams a reality. To Be in your reality.

"hey! I got us some Ice cream!" Mao called out to you who's waiting for him in the bench in the park, the ice cream man left as he run toward you with the ice cream.

"Yey!" You give a thumbs up to him as you take your ice cream. " Thank you maomao!" You smiles at him earning a chuckle and blushing state. You were enjoying your ice cream when you hear a call of mao name not from a far.

"Maoooo..." You look around and found no one. "Ritsu!" Mao called out as someone from behind the bench ring his arms around mao and rest his head on mao head.

"Nom." You give them a look as you enjoy your Ice cream. "Maoooo did you find a lover already?" The stranger with ruby eyes point at you.

"R-ritsu!!" Mao face turn bright red like his hair by his friend words. "Hmm... Hello... Dear prince/ss " ritsu ignores mao and give you a sweet smile and held your hand and give a kiss on the back of your right hand.

"Let's get along well..." He mumbles as he hugs you too (shameless to put himself between you and mao in the bench)before long his already asleep, holding your hand and mao.

"Gezz.. *sigh.... " Your date cannot help but sigh, he proceed to removes the dry leaves in ritsu hair and clean your face full of chocolate syrup with his handkerchief.

"You two... Why did it seems I'm more like your mom than a date..." He mumbles. "Why a mom? Can you be husband material too." You chuckle as you casually says this. The red haired pause before his face and ears turn become a blushing mess.

"Hard working and caring ... as well very charming young man. I'll be envious of your future spouse cause they'll be super lucky." You added as you finish your ice cream.

"Ah.... " You successfully made your date too baffled to speak. "Hmm. Your correct, dear prince/ss." The sleepy stranger between you two chuckle. "Ah... You seems familiar to someone." He mumbles not remembering much but a soft smile paste on his face as he look at you.

"I felt I meet you before. " "Mao your friend trying to flirt with me." You joked flustered by how close this stranger called ritsu is. "Ritsuuuu..." Mao pulled the other away cause his already intruding your comfort zone as mao notice.

"Why are you in the park anyway?" He cannot help but worry for his friend who seems to have the same thing with sleep like you do.

"I don't know... I forget. I probably sleep walk." The other mumbles staring at mao before looking at you again. "Hey, Do you want two boyfriends?" He gives you a charming smile like his asking you a normal question.

"Huh." -you. "WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?!" - Mao, baffled.

"let's all go date one another~ ahaha ~" the sleepy knight leaks his arms with you two.

"That's not..." Mao wanted to say something when you who think this friend of his is being silly and was silly in the moment (blame the sugar) "okii!" You raise your hand in agreement!

"MC?!" Mao was surprised and flustered. "Okii, first agenda is make mao sleep... His not sleeping very well for few days..." Ritsu point out and you nodded your head. Very worried about mao too. Mao cannot say anything as you two pulled him under a tree and made him sleep where ritsu have some blanket and pillows on.

Since you and ritsu are two sleepy person you two quickly fallen asleep while making sure the red haired mao will not leave and have no choice but sleep. While sighing how his date did not turn out as he wanted, still he don't think it's a bad one.

Before he close his eyes he saw white butterflies flatter around the three of you and slowly succumb to a nice sleep.

[esidolmail]

Dear Mao

Thank you for inspiring me daily to move forward and strive to achieve my goals.

I admire you very much and I will not stop supporting you at any time!

Atte: Camila

For @misswritermuse

[gentaro-kinniecom]

“Oh you haven’t kissed anyone yet? Neither have I, maybe we could..?”

Characters: Adonis Otogari, Tatsumi Kazehaya, Yuzuru Fushimi, Tsumugi Aoba, Kanata Shinkai, Leo Tsukinaga, Mika Kagehira, Hinata Aoi, Mao Isara and Niki Shina

Cw: fluff! Silly kisses and flustered (?) characters, Keito being mom coded in Mao’s part HELPP, idk what else to say except that..I really enjoyed writing this

A/n: Hi guys! I went missing for like 2 months (school has been absolutely brutal) but anyways, I hope y’all enjoy this silly post, also the reader is the one who tells them that, not the character towards the reader (i hope it made sense 😓)

Adonis Otogari

“Huh?” what the first thing Adonis replied to when he heard your question. He seriously thought he’d heard wrong and blushed a bit as he ran the words over and over again in his head, he really wanted to kiss you. Especially since he’s had a crush on you for a while, so Adonis gently brings you closer and kisses you. He apologizes later on even, if you didn’t mind the kiss and he’ll try to properly court you afterwards.

-“Can we go on a date? I insist, you’re a wonderful person to be around with”

Tatsumi Kazehaya

Tatsumi gets embarrassed at the suggestion, he didn’t expect such a bold statement coming from you. He’ll decline the offer, saying that it would be ‘unpleasant’ to kiss if you’re not in a relationship…Tatsumi changes his mind when you suggest trying things out as a couple. Going on dates and listening to his rants about..anything really. He doesn’t want to admit how badly he wants to kiss you, so he does, with no hesitation.

-“Now that we’re together..I suppose you don’t mind me showing you my affection, hm?”

Yuzuru Fushimi

Nearly drops his tray of tea when you said that. You noticed the change in his attitude, a bit flustered and shy as he offered you some tea. Tori was out to visit Eichi and Wataru was practicing for another show, meaning it was the given moment to spend time with Yuzuru. As much as he wanted to leave, he couldn’t help but want to kiss you. Yuzuru was now grabbing your chin softly and leaning in, parting away as he smiled.

-“It seems a date is in order? I would be delighted to show you some of the best sights in the city”

Tsumugi Aoba

Similar to Yuzuru except, he dropped the books he was holding and quickly got down to get them back. Yet, you were helping him, and he got more nervous and shy. However, Tsumugi grabbed your hand, whisking you away to a more secluded area to kiss you. He confessed that he liked you since the day you’ve met and it all felt like a dream when you asked him that.

-“I would’ve never guessed that a day like today..we would kiss in the library, but, I’m definitely not complaining..”

Kanata Shinkai

His face remained puzzled as he asked you to repeat the question again. Kanata smiled as he heard it once more, pulling you towards the waves of the ocean as he wrapped his arms around you. It was usual for him to be so affectionate with you..but as his lips neared yours, you felt your breath hitch. Your clothes were wet by the time you both left the fountain; Kanata was now holding your hand softly while kissing you

-“Hehe~ I like ‘spending’ time with you..do you want to go on a ‘date’ with me~?”

Leo Tsukinaga

He straight up just laughs and begins writing on the notebook you gifted him a while back for his birthday. Soon holding it up for you as you read the lyrics of a song Leo had thought of the moment you told him that. Suddenly, you felt him kiss your hand before moving to kiss you softly. He moved his hands to your face, still kissing you while smiling and parting away for air, wishing that moment lasted forever.

-“I was hoping you’d say that sometime, you give me so much inspiration~! I’ll make sure to dedicate you even more songs from now on!”

Mika Kagehira

Mika was sewing quietly when he heard your suggestion. Hands shaky as he stopped what he was crafting. He was lucky Shu had gone to deliver some important outfits, meaning he wasn’t returning until a long time. Mika then looked your way, admiring your features as he then got up. Grabbing your face with both hands as he leaned in, kissing you dearly.

-“I..sorry, I really like you Y/n, and..well..I want to spend time with you..anywhere”

Hinata Aoi

It all started like a joke to him, he couldn’t believe you were serious about it afterwards, his brother found out and listened in to what he thought about it. Hinata had a crush on you since ever, everything about you was so perfect in his eyes. He felt at comfort for the way you knew who he was and not confuse him with his brother often. After thinking about it he accepted the offer, taking you to the roof and kissing you softly. Smiling as he admired your features

- “I’m glad I met you, you’re so wonderful I…I get speechless whenever I’m around you”

Mao Isara

Keito coughed a bit, making his presence noticeable in the student council’s room as Mao blushed, he heard it even if you whispered it? Keito just sighed and left the room, warning Isara not to do anything..out of the ordinary while he was gone. But, he just allowed that to happen.. Mao saw as you sat down beside him, grabbing his hand as he smiled; he nodded while leaning forward, you kissed him quickly before Mao then pulled you back for another one.

-“I know we shouldn’t kiss here but..what’s one small kiss going to change? I have the perfect place for our lunch, if you want to join me afterwards”

Niki Shiina

His brain kinda just..stopped (?) working the moment you spoke, the food that he was making nearly burned as he quickly turned the stove off since it was already done. Niki couldn’t help but wonder if he heard right. He noticed how you looked around the kitchen, smiling and helping him prep the food for his unit-mates. After being alone, he thought about it for sometime, grabbing your hand softly and bringing you back to the kitchen to kiss you softly against the counter

-“You’re so cute when you help me around, we should bake together sometime..”

[darlingmaakun]

you should talk abt your nsfw thoughts on mao 😏 would love to see what others think about this guy when it comes to sexy times

mao nsfw headcannons

pairing — mao isara x gn ! reader

authors note — I LOVE MAO SOO MUCH I VERBALLY SCREAMED WHEN I GOT THIS ASK!! i have so much stuff to say about him so lemme know if anyones interested in a part two! (send me mao reqs to be my favorite)

word count — 408

i think it would take a good 5 or so months for you guys to do it for the first time

hes a pretty romantic guy, so he kisses you a lot during it and goes veeerrryyy slow

every little thrust is partnered with an “i love you” or any other sort of praise

speaking of, he’s very vocal

definitely whimpers oh my god i love this man so much

he loves to use his mouth on you !

he could eat you out / suck you off for hours on end

one of those people that puts your pleasure above his

thigh guy!!!! loves the thighs

with all that being said though, once you guys get used to it and are comfortable, he can get rough

nothing too too much, but he ends up going a lot faster and harder than he intends to

his hands always have to be touching you in some way, whether that be your face, your legs, you waist, whatever

he has a praise kink so use that to your advantage

i love the idea of pinning him down and riding him crazy

i know that boy is so overwhelmed between being the student council president, idol work, & taking care of ritsu, he needs to be sucked off once in a while

he has on multiple occasions sent you a text asking you to come over to the student council office, only to bend you over his desk so that he can relieve some stress.

or he might have you suck him off under his desk while he does paper work, might wanna be quiet though because he’s expecting yuzuru to come back any minute now

his favorite position is missionary, he loves to kiss you and whisper praises in your ear.

aftercare with him includes many cuddles, many kisses, many warm blankets, and one long nap. he also tries to nonchalantly give you his shirt to wear after (he’s a blushing mess, so say yes to make him feel better) 

overall, mao is an amazing boyfriend. and even though i just went on a whole rant about how he would be during sex, he cares more about the romantic and fluffy part of the relationship. he loves you so much he’s happy he gets to be with you in bed or out on a date !! 

[poetryandfluffycats]

hihihi can i req mao being like really rough but praising u alot throughout it ?? hopefully that made sense, i love ur work btw !! <33

A/N: mao fuckers your dinner has been served

Pairing: Mao Isara x fem!reader

Content: You never get to see your boyfriend due to his work as an idol and your own busy lifestyle. So, when you do see each other, all that pent up energy from the time you were apart comes to life.

Warnings: NSFW, penetration sex(p in v), barely any preparation, making out, neck biting, hair pulling, very small amount of knee riding, rough sex, praise, kinda pussydrunk mao

Words: 1.7k

NSFW oneshot under cut!

It was more than often that Mao got horny when you weren't around, which when you thought about it, was a lot of the time. Neither of you could ever get your schedules to line up, leading to dry spells that went on for weeks at a time and lonely night after lonely night with his hand down his pants and your name on his lips. And, if you were being honest, you found yourself in the same position most nights as well.

It was safe to say that the two of you were both extremely pent up, and just about ready to explode when you did see each other.

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"God, I missed you so much"

Maos hands held you in a earth shattering grip as he pushed you up against the wall, lips attacking your own in a sloppy kiss. There had been no lead up to it. No 'hello', 'how are you', nothing. The very second the door to his dorm was shut behind you he was pulling you in, pushing you up against the kitchen wall and was all over you like a bad rash.

Not that you minded of course, this was exactly what you had come over for.

You were weak in his hold, not able to do anything expect melt into his touch and let him have his way with you. A moan bubbled from your throat as his knee came up, nudging itself in between your legs and delivering that delicious friction your core had been begging for. Your hands flew up to the back of his head and clamped around his red locks, tugging with a force that made him whine in pain and his already half-hard cock twitch in his pants.

"Shit, Mao, slow down!~" You managed to pull away to catch your breath, but only for a spilt second before Mao dove right back in. Teeth tugged into your bottom lip and his tongue slipped into the cave of your mouth, battling with your own in a way that some would deem animalistic."Mao!"

It was hard to tell whether the noises coming from you were whines of protest or moans of pleasure. Probably the latter given the way your pussy clenched around nothing and leaked due to his actions, something that he could definitely feel through the very thin fabric of your leggings.

Mao pulled away from your lips with a loud 'pop!', a string of drool still connecting the two of you together. His eyes were blown completely widen with lust, his pupils nearly blacking out the blue of his irises. "Can't, 'm sorry I just... fuck, want you so bad right now" Once again he dove in, going for your neck this time. "You smell so good"

You kept your hands clenched tight in his hair as he continued his assault, each nibble at your neck sending a million waves of electricity down your spine and into your lower belly, a similar feeling to if you had walked straight into an electric fence. It was a feeling that no matter how many times you felt it it never ever got tiring, the moans that slipped from your throat being proof of that.

Maos hands found their way to your hips and he pulled you up by them, your legs wrapping around his waist to stay balanced as he rutted his erection against you. Sometimes you forgot just how strong he was. He could use this bare strength to throw you halfway across the room with little to no effort at all, and yet he chose to use it to hold you close as if you were his lifeline. It was oddly romantic, in a weird way.

"I'm gonna fuck you right here, okay?" His voice was muffled by the skin of your neck but the lust behind his tone was enviable. "You have no idea how much I've been wanting this, christ, every night I've been dreaming of you, dreaming of this pussy. You're so good, so fucking good"

It was like you were a teenage virgin again, desperately humping his knee for any type of relief for that growing knot in your chest. Maos words had your head spinning like you were drunk and yet you were completely sober. His touch was intoxicating, him alone was intoxicating. Just the right amount of everything you could have possibly ever needed.

"Please, just fuck me already, can't handle being teased.." Your whimpers and whines were like sweet music to your partners ears as they split from your mouth, a melody of pleads that he could listen to for hours upon hours.

That's if had any patience. Unfortunately for you, he didn't.

Suddenly, your legs were dropped from around Maos waist and he was bending you over the kitchen counter. Your ass hung high in the ass and nudged against the raging strain in his pants, the only thing keeping the two of you apart being the flimsy, cheap fabric of your leggings and the denim of his jeans. You were sure that both of those restrictions would be gone soon enough, anyway.

A single veiny hand came up to rest in your hair, tugging your head back whilst the other hand made quick use of his belt. The metal hit the ground with a 'clink!' noise that rang throughout the whole dorm. The sound was followed swiftly by the sound of a zipper being undone, the rustling of jeans falling to the floor, and finally the slapping of Maos cock hitting his stomach as it was freed from his boxers.

"Mao, please-"

"Your beautiful, (name)"

The head of his cock brushed against your clothed ass, earning a low hiss from Mao, and his hand that was once pulling your hair now coming down to tug at the waistband of your leggings and panties. "I'm not gonna prep you, gonna fuck you nice and raw, okay? Can you take it?"

You nodded your head yes. God, yes. You wanted him to completely ruin you from the inside out, to make your hole a mold for his cock. It felt as if you were wet enough to fill an entire olympic swimming pool, that's how long-and how much-you had been wanting and waiting for this. Mao seemed to get that message pretty quick, and within a matter of seconds both your pants and your panties were being ripped off your body. Sometimes you liked to joke and call Mao a tiger, because of his spiky red hair and general 'cat-like' attitude at times. But right now? It felt like the joke was on you.

At last, the tip of his cock met your aching heat. It had a cold and slimy feeling to it, one that made you shudder at the contact and buck your hips backwards to met his. The action earned you a blissful groan from Mao, and one very light smack to your ass. Both had you mewling.

"Good girl, you're so good. Are you ready for me?"

"Stop teasing me! Of course I'm ready-ah!"

Before you could finish your sentence Mao was pushing himself deep inside you, stretching you beyond your own limits due to the lack of preparation. Your entire body burned with pleasure, and in no world did you ever think that pain could be this fun. Strings of babbles and moans were ripped from your throat, none of them even remotely intelligent, but it was enough to let Mao know how good you were feeling.

"So tight, feels like you're gonna crush me" Mao whined, leaning forward-making it so you were trapped under his weight-to press a sloppy kiss to the back of your neck. "My girl, all mine yeah? I could fuck you forever and never get bored, your perfect"

The feeling of his thick length inside you was brainrotting. The veins along his shaft rubbed and prodded the walls of your pussy, and if you could look down to see your stomach you were sure there would be a bugle he was so deep. Your body tried desperately to adjust to his size, but every time you felt that delicious pain go away it was like he grew an inch bigger, just enough to torture you.

"Ma-Mao! 's too big!~" Your mind had turned to such mush that you couldn't even think any coherent thoughts, the only words in your brain being his name and 'please' over and over again. "Too much!"

"Shh, its okay baby, it'll feel good in a bit. You can do it" He cooed into your ear, and you could feel the faint outline of a smile on his lips. "I'm not gonna last long, shit, just hold on for me"

You nodded, or at least you think you did. You might have just moaned and sobbed a bit more, but whatever you did, it was enough permission for Mao to start moving.

His pace was rough and fast from the get-go, never giving you a moments peace as his rammed his cock in and out of you. Each thrust had you shaking, screaming, gripping onto the marble counter for dear life and for sure leaving starches all over the surface. The very tip of his cock brushed ever so slightly over your cervix, something that felt like it should hurt but instead made you see stars. That mixed with his balls slapping against your clit, it was enough to drive you mad if you weren't already.

"That's it, fuck, you're amazing" Maos praises were rushed and breathless as he neared his high, thrusts becoming sloppy as ever. "You're gorgeous like this. I love you, I love you so much"

And just like that, you were cumming. All over his cock, all over the floor, all over the counter, everywhere. It was the quickest and messiest orgasm you had ever had, and yet it still had you feeling like you had gone to heaven and back. Your walls clenched tightly around him, milking him for all he was worth and squirting your juices all over.

That feeling was too much for Mao, and had him releasing his seed into you not long after your explosive high. It filled you up to the brim, coating your insides white and some of it was even dripping out of your hole and onto the ground beneath you. Mao thrusted once, twice, and then a third time before slumping over on top of you, body completely limp from exhaustion.

"Holy shit, (name)..." The both of you took a few seconds to regain yourselves before Mao spoke again, a breathless laugh leaving his lips. "I think I just saw God"

You snorted at that. "Yeah. Yeah, me too"

[manytoonepoet13]

Heartbeat.

One, two, three.

Every beat of my heart, it is no longer for me.

Instead, it is for a work of art.

Something that's more worthy for beats.

[koihanwrites]

ENSTARRIES WHERE ARE Y'ALL AT !? (lookin 4 mutuals)

I am a huge Natsume and Esu fan ★ knightsP and SwitchP

gif by @strawberytrapper

[sucrows]

OKAY I thought about it and I’m going to be predictable. collar and breed with mao…mao being the one collared but the one breeding afab reader. looking forward to more of your writing! -rei

hahahahaha 🫵🫵🫵 mao simp 🫵🫵🫵 hahahaha

[ BREED ]; the sender attempts to breed the receiver [ COLLAR  ] ;  the sender puts a collar on the receiver. (AFAB Reader)

(NSFW UNDER CUT)

Mao is more than out of breath as he ruts into you over and over again. His neck is straining against the smooth leather tight around his throat while he tries to get closer and closer to you. He has you on your back, legs pushed up as close to your chest as he can manage and using all his weight to push down on you and thrust down into you- a mating press. It’s mind-numbingly good the way his cockhead presses against the walls of your cunt and push ever so slightly deeper with every movement. 

Your mind is fuzzy but he’s not any better than you as he gasps out a thank you when you yank on the chain connecting your hand to his neck. He’s too sweet for his own good, you sometimes think, as he takes the harsh treatment without a moment of hesitation. 

Heat builds in the both of you and in the air in between you two. Every single point of contact on your skin. The subtle changes in his body course through your own just as strongly as his- just how good he’s feeling- just how much he wants you... an intoxicating, addicting sensation. He’s close, oh so close, you can tell in the way he presses against you harder, the way his body stutters and trembles in exertion.... 

You pull him in ever closer by the chain- another gasping moan leaves him- and lock your legs behind his back, ankles crossed tight. His body reacts accordingly, and his hips hardly leave your own while he grinds against you. 

He gets closer and closer, things get hotter and hotter, until neither of you can hold it anymore, and he’s releasing into you as deeply as he can reach while you bring your face to his to make him drink in the sounds you make. 

[umiewrites]

🍢🥩🍿 with mao mayhaps? 😉

Ask and thou shall receive...

This or that, NSFW Ask game

Nsfw under the cut.

Ask game here!

🍢 Edging or overstimulation?

Giving: Overstimulation. He doesn't have the heart to edge his partners and if he does, it's never for long. He just can't resist those pleas and whines, begging for him to let them cum. Plus with sex being a major stress relief, he doesn't wanna hold back either. Eventually he thrusts in and out at a feverish pace, panting like a dog as he felt both himself and his partner overstimulated so fast. He doesn't have much to go for multiple rounds, but he can absolutely wreck both himself and his partner in those given few rounds. By the end of it, he's overstimulated too... But both him and his partner felt good, and that's what matters.

Receiving: Overstimulation. God knows how stressed he gets, given how much responsibilities he has both as an idol, and as student council president. Sex is his major stress relief, so he really doesn't like to wait, if possible. Edging would feel good, but he just feels more frustrated given it gets too much. He'd rather be overstimulated and have it all pleasure him at once, for a fast but equally pleasurable outcome. He wants to forget everything and relax, he wants to have his brain rendered stupid for a bit. He wants to babble senseless words and moan stupid every time his cum shoots out. And with how overwhelmingly good the shivers feel when he's so sensitive, that's just how he likes it.

🥩 Blindfolds or handcuffs?

Giving: Handcuffs. Not so much as handcuffs, but he would like to restrain his partner if given the chance, so he can really lean into his role to give them pleasure however they'd like it. He wants that. He wants to be a service top, restraining his partner's hands not so they'd struggle for control, but so they'd relax and know they won't need to anyways. His hands will do everything for them.

Receiving: Blindfolds. When he's on the receiving end of sex, he really doesn't want to think about a thing. He wants to forget and just feel, and having him not see a thing so he can only perceive pleasure and sound? Perfect.

🍿Public sex or filming?

Public sex. It's more of a fantasy, since he'd never have the balls to do this. He's imagined countless times about getting dirty in the student council room, over the desk where anyone can walk in and see. Whether it's him doing the deed or receiving, doesn't matter. He's thought about it way too many times, and he's guilty of popping so many boners in there, on his desk, and cumming into some tissues to the thought of it. Making sure to clean it because he knows that meticulous Yuzuru would be able to tell instantly.

[ninani06]

— Do I look okay to you...?

[ Isara Mao x f!reader ]

♡ Tags: Fluff, kissing, casual romance.

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A soft ray of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over your face. You stirred, blinking drowsily as the warmth roused you from sleep. Groggily, you reached out to silence the alarm clock, letting out a quiet sigh.

Something felt… different.

Your body felt unusually heavy, warmth clinging to your skin in a way that made even the smallest movement feel exhausting. A dull fatigue settled in your limbs, but you shook it off, pushing yourself to sit up. Maybe you had just slept too much—or too little.

With a quiet yawn, you swung your legs over the edge of the bed, willing yourself to move. Ignoring the lingering exhaustion, you forced yourself to your feet and made your way to the bathroom to start your morning routine.

After finishing your morning routine and slipping into your uniform, you still couldn’t shake off the heaviness weighing down your body. Every step felt sluggish, as if gravity had doubled overnight. But you pushed through, determined to carry on as usual.

As you made your way downstairs, the comforting scent of breakfast filled the air. Your mother stood by the stove, focused on preparing the meal, but the moment she heard your footsteps, she turned to greet you with a warm smile.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” she said.

You nodded, forcing a small smile in return. “Morning, Mom,” you replied, though your voice came out hoarse and weak.

That alone was enough to catch her attention. Her brows furrowed slightly as she turned off the stove, stepping closer to you. “Are you feeling okay?”

Before you could even answer, a sudden wave of dizziness crashed over you. Your vision blurred, and your legs wobbled beneath you. Instinctively, you reached out, pressing a hand against the wall for support.

“Y/n!” your mother gasped, panic flashing across her face as she rushed forward, catching you just before you could collapse.

The world around you seemed to blur, the edges of your vision darkening as if a curtain was slowly being drawn. Your mother’s voice echoed in the distance, calling your name over and over, laced with worry—but it felt so far away.

Your eyelids grew heavier, your body no longer able to fight against the overwhelming exhaustion. A small, fleeting thought crossed your mind: Maybe a little nap would be nice… just for a moment…

And with that, the last thing you felt was the warmth of your mother’s arms before everything faded into silence.

The peaceful silence was interrupted by a cool sensation on your forehead. It was soothing, enough to stir you from the heavy fog of sleep. Slowly, you blinked your eyes open, still groggy, your vision adjusting to the figure leaning over you.

Red-violet hair. Green eyes filled with concern.

Isara Mao.

He smiled softly as he met your gaze. “You okay?” His voice was gentle, but the worry in his tone was unmistakable.

You let out a weak sigh, mustering enough energy to glare at him. “Do I look okay to you…?” Your voice was hoarse, laced with exhaustion.

Mao chuckled, but the crease in his brows never disappeared. “Yeah… figured you’d say that.”

Mao pulled his hand away from your forehead, reaching into his bag for something.

“Why are you here?” you asked, your voice hoarse from sleep.

He casually took out a few notebooks and set them on the bedside table. “What else? I’m here to take care of you since your mom had to leave for work.”

Your brows furrowed in concern. “Don’t tell me you skipped school for this…”

Mao chuckled, shaking his head. “Nope. Turns out, we don’t have afternoon classes today. I got permission from the teacher to leave early.”

You blinked in surprise. “But what about your practice? Don’t you have unit training?”

His expression softened at your concern, and he reached out to gently ruffle your hair. “It’s fine. Missing one day won’t kill me—I’ll make it up later. Besides, everyone’s worried about you, too.”

The warmth in his voice made your heart ache just a little. Even with his busy schedule, he still chose to be here.

You sighed, feeling a little guilty. "You didn’t have to go that far, you know. I would’ve been fine on my own."

Mao shot you an unimpressed look, crossing his arms. "Really? You nearly collapsed this morning, Y/n. That doesn't exactly scream ‘fine’ to me."

You frowned, narrowing your eyes. "Wait... how did you know about that?"

He sighed, adjusting the blanket around your shoulders before sitting on the edge of the bed. "From your mom, of course."

You raised an eyebrow. Yeah, right. Your mom trusted him completely, so she probably told him everything. But the way Mao avoided your gaze for a second made you suspect he might have rushed over the moment he heard.

"I wasn’t really hungry..." you murmured, looking away.

Mao frowned, his expression softening. Without another word, he stood up. "Then wait here. I’ll make you something light."

You reached out instinctively, grabbing his wrist. "You don’t have to do all this for me, Mao."

He paused, glancing down at your hand. Then he smiled—gentle, warm, and reassuring. His fingers brushed yours, giving them a comforting squeeze.

"I want to. So just relax, okay?" His voice dropped to a softer tone. "Let me take care of you, okay?"

Before you could respond, he gently let go of your hand and made his way to the kitchen. You watched him disappear around the corner, still feeling the lingering warmth where his fingers had touched yours.

Even at your weakest, when you felt helpless and vulnerable, Mao always had a way of making you feel safe—like everything would be okay as long as he was there.

You let out a soft sigh. You didn’t want to trouble him. He had always been there for you whenever you were sick, never hesitating to take care of you. But this time, things were different. Now, you weren’t just friends. You were a couple.

And somehow, that made your heart ache and flutter all at once.

The delicious aroma of food wafted into your room, seeping through the closed door. The scent was rich and comforting, making your stomach flutter with anticipation.

You smiled softly, reminded of just how skilled Mao was in the kitchen. As the eldest brother in his family, he had always taken on the responsibility of cooking for his sister whenever their parents were away for work. It was second nature to him—caring for others through his cooking.

Your mind drifted back to a cherished memory, the time you visited his house, and he cooked for you. You could still recall the warmth of that day, the way the flavorful aroma of his homemade curry filled the room. The taste lingered in your memory—rich, perfectly spiced, and made with care.

Even now, just the smell from the kitchen brought that memory rushing back, along with the comforting feeling that Mao was always there, looking out for you.

Just as you were lost in your daydream, a gentle knock at the door pulled you back to reality. Mao stepped inside, carrying a tray with a warm smile on his face.

“I thought you were sleeping,” he said softly, placing the tray on the bedside table.

You let out a light chuckle, glancing at him through hazy eyes. “How could I sleep with the smell of delicious food drifting into my room?”

Mao paused, a playful glint in his eyes as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Ah, I’m flattered. But it’s just a simple meal, nothing special.”

He leaned closer, his expression softening. “Here, let me help you sit up.”

With gentle care, Mao slid one arm behind your back and took your hand in his. His touch was warm and steady, sending a comforting feeling through you as he helped you into a comfortable sitting position.

“You okay?” he asked softly, his gaze filled with concern.

You gave a small nod, letting out a tired yawn. Mao smiled at the sight, his expression tender.

As you settled in, he turned his attention to the bowl of soup, stirring it slowly to help it cool. The aroma filled the room, warm and inviting. After a moment, he scooped up a spoonful, blew on it gently, and held it close to your lips.

“Say ahhh,” he murmured with a playful smile, his voice soft and caring.

You hesitated, eyeing the spoon carefully to make sure it wasn’t too hot. Mao noticed and let out a quiet chuckle, his eyes meeting yours with a reassuring warmth.

“I already cooled it down for you. Trust me,” he said, his voice low and gentle.

Hearing that, you smiled faintly and leaned forward, taking the spoonful of soup. The warmth of the flavor spread through you, but even more comforting was the warmth in Mao’s gaze—watching over you with a tenderness that made your heart flutter.

“See? Told you it was just right,” he whispered, still smiling as he prepared the next spoonful.

You smile and chuckle at his words.Helping someone eat when they’re sick could be bothersome for most people—but Mao was different.

With him, there was no hint of frustration or impatience. Every movement he made was gentle and thoughtful, as if caring for you came as naturally as breathing. He patiently fed you spoonful by spoonful, never rushing, never complaining.

His only concern was you—making sure you ate well and got the nourishment you needed to recover. The warmth in his gaze, the soft encouragement in his words, and the care in his actions made you feel cherished.

For Mao, it wasn’t just about helping you get better. It was about being there for you, completely and wholeheartedly.

After a few minutes of eating, you wiped your mouth with a paper napkin as Mao carefully placed the empty bowl back on the tray. Just when you thought you were done, he reached for the bottle of medicine.

Your face twisted into a grimace the moment you saw it.

Mao immediately caught on, raising an eyebrow with a teasing smirk. “Nuh-uh. No rejecting it. Be a good girl and take your medicine.”

You pouted, crossing your arms with a frown. “But it’s bitter… I hate it.”

Mao sighed, though the fond smile on his face didn’t fade. He had expected this. Leaning in closer, he softened his expression, his gaze full of gentle concern.

“But you do want to get better, right?” he asked, his voice almost coaxing.

You bit your lip and reluctantly nodded, avoiding his eyes.

“Then… be good and drink it for me?” He held the medicine out to you with an encouraging smile.

Still, you stubbornly shook your head, glancing away.

Mao pulled his hand back and closed his eyes, letting out a dramatic sigh as if deep in thought.

“Hmm… how can I convince you?” he murmured, tapping his chin.

You watched him cautiously, playing with the edge of the sheets in your lap. After a moment, you noticed a playful glint flicker in his eyes—a look that always meant trouble.

“Y/n, look this way,” he called softly.

His tone was gentle, but something about it made your heart skip a beat. Slowly, you turned your head to face him—only for your eyes to widen in shock.

Before you could react, Mao’s lips were on yours.

Your breath hitched, and your cheeks flushed a deep red. You were already burning up from the fever, but now your face felt even hotter. The warmth of his lips sent your mind spinning.

Mao’s hand slid behind your head, pulling you closer with a tenderness that made your heart flutter wildly. You instinctively placed your hands on his uniform shirt, trying to push him away—but your body was too weak. The fever had drained your strength, leaving you helpless in his embrace.

The kiss remained slow and gentle, yet the intensity of the moment made your head spin. The warmth of his lips against yours sent shivers down your spine, but it was the unexpected sensation that made your breath catch—the subtle bitterness of the medicine as it slipped past your lips.

Your eyes widened when you realized what Mao had done. The medicine was in his mouth, and now he was passing it to you.

Your tongue brushed against his for a fleeting moment, sending a jolt of heat through your already feverish body. The closeness, the intimacy, and the overwhelming sensation of his lips moving so tenderly against yours—it was all too much.

You let out a soft, helpless whine against him, your fingers curling weakly into the fabric of his uniform shirt. You wanted to push him away, to protest, but your body felt far too weak. Or maybe… you didn’t want to pull away at all.

Mao’s hand cradled the back of your head, his fingers threading gently through your hair, holding you steady and close. His other hand rested lightly on your waist, grounding you in the moment.

The kiss lingered—slow, deep, and filled with a tenderness that left you breathless.

When he finally pulled back, a thin string of saliva connected the two of you for a brief moment before breaking.

Your face was flushed a deep red, your breathing ragged and unsteady. The heat from the fever was nothing compared to the warmth blooming in your chest.

Mao looked at you with a teasing smile, his golden eyes soft with affection. With gentle fingers, he brushed a strand of hair away from your face, letting them linger on your cheek for a moment longer than necessary.

“There,” he whispered, his voice low and velvety. “Told you I’d make sure you took your medicine.”

His gaze lingered on you—gentle, teasing, and filled with a quiet promise that made your heart race all over again.

Your face burned with embarrassment as you tried to process what had just happened. Flustered, you frowned at Mao and gave his chest a light smack.

“At least give me a warning next time!” you huffed, still avoiding his gaze.

Mao let out a soft laugh, the sound warm and teasing. “But if I did that, I bet you wouldn’t have let me do it.”

Before you could respond, you shifted slightly, and Mao quickly caught your wrist, placing his other hand gently on your shoulder.

“Careful,” he said with a concerned smile. “If you lean forward like that, you’re going to fall out of bed.”

His touch steadied you, but your pout remained firmly in place. Mao watched you for a moment, his eyes softening. With a chuckle, he reached out and gently patted your head, his fingers brushing through your hair.

“But… you liked it, didn’t you?” he whispered, lowering his voice just enough to make your heart skip a beat.

You bit your lip, cheeks heating up even more. After a moment’s hesitation, you gave a small, reluctant nod.

“B-But still… I’ll drink the medicine on my own next time,” you muttered, turning your face away in a weak attempt to hide your embarrassment.

Mao chuckled softly, his expression gentle as he watched you struggle with your flustered emotions.

“Alright, alright,” he relented, his voice warm with amusement. “I’m sorry for not giving you a warning.”

His gaze softened even further as he leaned in, closing the space between you. His green eyes, filled with tenderness, locked onto yours, and your breath hitched. His fingers slowly intertwined with yours, his touch warm and reassuring.

“Forgive me?” he asked, his voice low and affectionate.

You hesitated, your heart hammering against your chest. The way he looked at you—patient, gentle, like a cat quietly seeking forgiveness from its owner—made it impossible to hold onto your irritation.

Finally, unable to resist him, you leaned forward, resting your warm forehead against his.

“…I forgive you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Mao let out a quiet breath, closing his eyes at the touch. A small, contented smile tugged at his lips as he squeezed your hand lightly. “Good,” he murmured, his voice filled with relief and affection. “Thank you.”

The moment lingered between you—soft, comforting, and wrapped in unspoken emotions. The warmth of his touch, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and the way he held your hand made you feel safe, cared for, and completely at ease.

Mao felt the weight of your body pressing against his for a moment before he gently pulled back, his fingers still laced with yours. Noticing the drowsiness in your eyes, he sighed softly, shaking his head with a small smile.

“You’re burning up,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over the back of your hand. “Let’s get you lying down again.”

Before you could protest, Mao carefully placed one arm behind your back and the other under your legs, effortlessly shifting you into a more comfortable position. His touch was steady and firm, but always gentle, as if afraid you might break under too much pressure.

Once you were settled, he pulled the blanket up to your chest, tucking it in just enough to keep you warm.

“I’ll be right back,” he said softly before disappearing into the bathroom.

You barely had the strength to lift your head, but soon enough, you felt the mattress dip as Mao returned. In his hand was a small towel, freshly dampened with cool water.

“Here,” he whispered, carefully folding the towel before pressing it against your forehead. The coolness sent a refreshing shiver through your fevered skin, making you sigh in relief.

Mao watched your reaction with quiet satisfaction, his eyes filled with warmth. He gently adjusted the towel, making sure it sat perfectly before brushing a few strands of hair away from your face.

“There,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “That should help.”

His hand lingered on your cheek for a second longer than necessary, his thumb absently tracing small circles against your flushed skin.

“Try to rest, okay?” he added, his voice soft but firm.

You blinked up at him, your vision hazy but still able to make out the gentle smile on his lips.

“…You’re too good to me,” you murmured sleepily.

Mao let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head as he rested his chin on his hand.

“Well, someone has to take care of you,” he teased. “And since I’m your boyfriend, I think I qualify for the job.”

His words made your heart swell with warmth, and even in your fevered state, you couldn’t help but smile.

“…Thank you, Mao,” you whispered.

His expression softened. “Always.”

As exhaustion slowly pulled you into slumber, the last thing you felt was the warmth of Mao’s hand gently brushing against yours, a quiet promise that he wasn’t going anywhere.

Seeing you finally close your eyes, Mao let out a quiet, exhausted sigh, his shoulders relaxing slightly. He watched your steady breathing for a moment before leaning back in his chair, running a hand through his hair.

The day had felt strangely off without you. At school, he was used to seeing you in the hallways, catching glimpses of you in the cafeteria, or simply feeling your presence nearby. But today, you were nowhere to be found.

During lunch, his phone buzzed with an unexpected message—from your mother.

Mao, Y/n is sick. She’s resting at home today.

The poor boy froze in the middle of the cafeteria, eyes widening as panic instantly set in. You were sick? Why hadn’t you told him? He felt a pang of guilt for not noticing anything earlier.

For the rest of lunch, he couldn’t focus, barely touching his food as worry gnawed at him. When his teacher announced that there would be no evening classes, he was relieved. Without hesitation, he grabbed his bag, quickly texting his friends that he wouldn’t be attending practice today.

“Y/n’s sick. I need to check on her.”

He didn’t even care about the teasing replies he got. Right now, nothing mattered except getting to you as fast as possible.

And now that he was finally here, watching over you as you slept, he let out another soft sigh—this time in relief.

“Geez… you really had me worried,” he murmured under his breath, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.

Even in sleep, you still looked beautiful to him. His lips curled into a faint smile as he adjusted the towel on your forehead, making sure it stayed in place.

“Sleep well, Y/n." He whispered before resting his head on the edge of your bed, letting his own exhaustion catch up to him.

[valeriele3]

Fever Dream

Multiple Fandoms x GN!Reader Characters: Mao Isara, Trey Clover, Kaedehara Kazuha, Shikanoin Heizou, Ritsu Sakuma Warnings: Besides cringe and bad grammar, nothing

This is currently incomplete and only contains Mao! I will edit in the other parts when it releases. I’m so sorry for the wrong tags

There you lay on your bed, tired and quite clearly sick.

You felt utterly terrible, but it'll all go away with a bit of sleep, right?

And so, that's what you did. You close your eyes and let the oncoming sleepiness take you to dreamland.

While sleeping, you sense a figure looming over you.

Which you would normally ignore had you been staying at your parents' house, but guess what? You weren't there right now. You were currently staying at your apartment, which you certainly didn't share with anyone.

Quickly stirring awake, you grab the lapel of the intruder's clothes, put your arm near the armpit, and throw them over.

You were about to bash their head in with the nearby book you had, but you paused when you heard them groan in pain.

'That voice sounds familiar..' you thought, and upon looking much closer to the intruder, you see Mao Isara on the ground.

Hold up, MAO ISARA?!?! THAT MAO ISARA?!?

That didn't make any sense; Mao wasn't real; he's a fictional character!

'What if he's a robber in a cosplay!?' The thought was absurd, but hey, the current situation itself was absurd.

You were pulled away from your thoughts by the sudden voice that entered the space.

"Oww..What'd you hit me for..? That hurt" The robber cosplayer mumbled

You observed the man once more and finally noticed how your surroundings were different.

This room wasn't your bedroom; hell, this place wasn't even your apartment!

So that means that this intruder didn't just invade your home but also kidnapped you while you were asleep!

"-ello? Y/N? Are you alright?"

"You aren't sick, are you?" The man puts the back of his palm to your forehead.

"Geez! You're burning up! C'mon, let's get you to your room." The man hurriedly ushers you to what you now presume to be your bedroom.

Why did you just let the man basically drag you to your "bedroom" without putting up a fight? You honestly don't know yourself, but what you do know is that you're feeling ill. Very ill

After laying you down, the man rushed to get some medicine and, apparently, soup.

Hearing the bedroom door shut seemed to shake you out of your stupor.

You then begin to assess the situation.

'Alright, so the last thing I remember doing is falling asleep in bed. Then I suddenly awoke in this mysterious house. apartment? dorm? and, uh, a weird kidnapper who likes to cosplay."

‘I could probably escape through the window, but seeing how high up this place is, I would definitely break my legs, which isn’t ideal if I want to escape. The front door is out of the question too; I don’t even know the layout of this place, and it could be locked, hello neighbor basement door style.”

After realizing that you were basically not figuring anything out, you decide to look around the room.

The bedside table had a lamp, a clock, a picture frame, and a tumbler filled with cold water inside.

The walls were painted in f/c, and the decor was something you had only dreamt of having. Things that you wanted to buy but couldn't because of your budget.

'Let's see... a closet full of clothes that are quite fashionable, if I do say so myself." These clothes were definitely your size and fit your personal tastes. It seems the kidnapper did his research.

'Wait a minute. Did I just see a picture frame earlier? 'You quickly look around the room once more until your eyes land on the frame placed atop the bedside table.

You quickly grab it, and to your surprise, there in the frame was a picture of you with Ritsu Sakuma and Mao Isara. Two of your favorite characters in the game Ensemble Stars

Hooray! It looks like you got isekai’d in an alternate universe where you live in the Enstars world.

A knock on the door catches your attention.

It seems that Mao finished making the soup.

“Ahem..Come in! ”

The door swings open, revealing the maroon-haired man holding a bowl of soup, a glass of water, and a pack of medicine.

“Here. Eat it while it’s still hot.” He places the items on your nightstand.

Still refusing to believe you got isekai’d in the Enstars world..you suspiciously look at the soup.

“Why’re you just staring at it? ”

“C’mere, sit.” He forces you to sit on the bed and grabs your ✨✨epic gamer chair✨✨.

He grabs the spoon and scoops out some soup, then blows on it to cool it down.

He then puts the spoon near your lips, signaling you to open them.

It seems that Mao Isara will be spoon-feeding you today. That’s one thing you never expected to happen.

“I’m not hungry, I—” Like a cliche scene in some drama or anime, your stomach growls, betraying what you had just said.

“Pfft.” He struggles to stop his laughter, but it soon fails, leading him to burst out in laughter.

He scoops some up again, cools it down, and puts it on your lips. This time, you allow yourself to open your mouth and swallow the soup.

He chuckles,

“What? Why’re you laughing?? ”

“It’s just... it really boosts my confidence whenever you eat my cooking, y’know? That sparkle in your eyes tells me that you enjoy it.”

“W-Well, it is delicious..So..ugh..just feed me more, please..I’m hungry.”

Mao chuckles, “Alright~ say ahh~”

You close your eyes and open your mouth

When you reopen them again, instead of “your room” and Mao in front of you you’re greeted with the sight of Trey Clover spoon feeding you

“Hm? What’s wrong? Is it still too hot?” He blows on the soup before attempting to spoon feed it to you again

“T-Trey?!!”

“Yes?”

“You’re Trey, like..Trey Clover!?”

“Uhm, yes, that’s me. Trey Clover” He seems surprised by your sudden change of..Mood? You assume

Part 1 ends here! Other parts will hopefully be released soon <3

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[honeybeewhereartthee]

DREAMING OF YOU; DREAMING OF FAIRY TALE

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"hold on tight, MC." Mao says as you seat on the backseat of the bike he brought with him. You circle your arms around his wrist to not fall off, he froze for a moment but chuckle.

"Geez... Don't worry Ill make sure will arrive in the spot in time!" He says before he start to paddle. "I trust you, mao so I don't worry that much." You commented as you felt the soft breeze of the wind blows around you two as you went zooming with the bike.

You see the scenery that you two passes by. It's calm and peaceful. The wind that softly carry wind from a far birds singing and all those, and the face you did not sleep well last night.

You start to doz off and leaning against Mao 's back you snooze off to dream land. Your friend who notice you stopped pointing out things you seen in the street with the weight of you leaning against him realize you have fallen asleep.

"Oh man..." He chuckle hopeless but made sure to carefully ride the bike to not let you fall off or waken you up. It's a good thing that's there's only few people and vehicles out in the street.

He remembers that a few days ago, his friends have dragged him into a secret meeting in a local food stool ( clearly not asking to be treated by him/lies) and start to tease him how he have no rizz and cannot even ask you out in a date.

... Few days ago.

"Mao I'm going to chat with MC cause you have no back bones. " Soob says to him as he take out his phone to chat with you. You replied as a derange 24/7 online person would do which made Subaru smile in devious manner.

"now time to ask them out for you --" yet before the ensemble stars can frank out say that mao want a date with you, mao have taken his phone and change the sentence about him asking a question instead.

"HEY!" Subaru frown as he takes his phone back from mao, he look at the chat and look at disapproval at his friend as he still refuse to ask such question directly.

"Geez. Your lame sometimes, mao. Anyway, what should we ask them..." Soob thought about it as he stop mao from stealing his phone again. "Let's see. Let's ask them if they want a outside date or not." The annoying orange chuckle as he send the chat.

"Obviously they rather stay at home." Mao replied before your text arrive which is almost the same answer you replied with. Making soob look at mao like his some creep. "How did you know that? You stalker." Soob pointed out making mao blush.

"N-no! Of course they'll rather sleep or watch anime. I would too if I'm not busy..." The short king can't even say more as soob is looking at him even more strangely.

"STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!" -mao.

"Fine. For the next question. Since bike is a romantic or scooter." Hokke have stolen the phone from soob to ask the next question.

"Bike." Just as soob taken his phone back and your reply have been sent, the annoying orange and leader of the group give a look at mao as mao have said the same thing you choice.

"what?" -mao. "Creepy~ worm in mc belly. Can't even ask them out." Soob sing along as he ask the next question as suggested by Yuuki. About the couple outfit.

"It depend which outfit. I remember they want the Danganronpa jacket..." Mao who cannot help but look at the phone too commented and the three now giving him a look. A look of disbelief.

"Geez mao you sure your not a tape worm?" Subaru commented "then what do you think would their answer be. Flowers or plush?"

"Plush. Since they like cute things." Mao chuckle as he remembers you eyeing some plush from online shops and putting them to cart yet never order them cause no budget for it at the moment. "..." The three who saw your reply once again give a look at mao and went to ask a last question.

"Romantic dinner or Ice cream tape worm mao." "A dinner needs a reservation. It would been fine but knowing them they would rather enjoy many flavors of ice cream... Ah I think I owe them some ice cream." Mao remembers you jamming his inbox with reels about him treating you in an ice parlor date every other day.

"Uwahhh... What a creep." With Subaru words, hokke and even Yuuki cannot help but nodded as they witness mao being a all knowing about your preference very well yet a coward to even use it to his advantage!

... present time

Thinking of the past made mao not notice the cat that is passing by. He quickly made a break before he can hit the black cat. You were awaken by the sudden break. "Huh...?" You look what cause it and saw a black cat seating in the middle of the road. "What a cute cat." You commented. "Oh, mc. I'm sorry for waking you up." Mao quickly apologize to you. He felt bad for waking you up in such manner.

"It's okii." You yawn as you two watch the cat walks toward you two and circle around you two and even went to seat on your lap to look at you as if seeing if your the one it's looking for but realizing it's not you. The cat went off your lap and went to his merry way like it did not almost went flat by a bike.

"What a weird cat." You commented. "Yup, it's so eerie it's like human eyes staring at us." Mao added before he and you continue your trip to the ice cream parlor. Not from a far the cat that was watching you two leave disappear into the shadow into the next place he need to cheek to find his owner.

[rikuami]

i'll call you mine — mao isara cw: no pronouns mentioned, tooth-rotting fluff, kinda ooc mao (?) a/n: first enstars related fic! of course, i had to start it off with the beloved <3

"Mao, when did you first fall in love with me?" You asked the violet-red-haired boy who was lying next to you on the blanket as you two gazed at the sky.

Mao hums to himself and turns over to look at you. He pauses for a moment, thinking, before he gives you an answer. “I fell in love with you the moment we first met.”

You smiled to yourself, thinking back to the time you both first met. You had just started attending Yumenosaki and weren’t too acquainted with your surroundings. Mao had noticed you standing by the fountain, looking around. He had approached you out of curiosity, since he knew that one of the responsibilities of being on the student council was to help out other students. After explaining that you were lost and were trying to figure out how to get to a club room, he smiled at you and led you in the right direction. When the two of you arrived in front of the club room, he stopped and looked at you. “Sorry, I don’t think I got your name. I’m Mao Isara of Trickstar, or, well, I’m also a part of the student council.”

You noticed the blush that crept on his face as he touched his neck and glared down. You giggled, and at that moment, Mao knew he was smitten. “I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, Mao-san.”

“That’s cheesy, even for you.” You giggled as you stared at the boy next to you. Mao’s cheeks were flushed as he pouted at you. Trying not to stare at your gaze, he instead looks back up at the clouds in the sky. “You know, the moment I heard you laugh, it made me realize that I was really done for.” You lean up and stare at your boyfriend as he continues on. "Slowly, as we got to know each other, I fell in love with you every day. Anything new you did made me love you even more.” He pauses for a moment, collecting his thoughts, before continuing on. “When I’m with you, I can be myself. I feel like I don’t have to bear my responsibilities alone anymore. Even when I don't feel good enough, especially for you, you are always there with comforting words and reassure me that I don’t have to keep all of my emotions hidden.”

Mao now looks at you with a warm smile on his face. “The moment I met you, I knew I was smitten. But the moment I knew I fell in love with you was when you were there to reassure me that I’m not alone.” Now you were the one to look away from his gaze, tears threatening to spill at any moment. Needless to say, you both were equally smitten for one another.

©2024 rikuami do not re-upload, translate, copy, modify, or claim as your own

[sakumasmut]

Enstars x Reader NSFW Month Day 7

I’m late but I’m still here to provide food! This is for all the Mao fuckers popping up, especially after that new cg

Mao Isara x Gn!Reader

tags/warnings: aphrodisiacs, rough sex, penetration, no lube

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Mao was the perfect boyfriend. On dates he was a complete gentleman, holding your hand while you walked side by side down park paths, or offering a bite of his food when you ate at a cafe, eagerly listening to every word of whatever you were rambling about. In bed was no different, and his libido was certainly nothing to complain about. He was so gentle and careful every time you had sex, starting with his fingers and mouth to leave you crooning his name and always making sure you were more than wet enough before allowing himself to slip inside with ease. And once he bottomed out, every other thrust was accompanied by kisses and whispered “I love you”s. He was sweet, and you would never take someone like him for granted, but you wondered if he was holding himself back for your sake. Oh, how naive you were.

You wanted to see what aphrodisiacs could do to your boyfriend, never having tried them yourself. The idea came up almost randomly, a seemingly passing thought, but it only grew as you pondered it more and more. The only bit of hesitance you had was when you initially asked Ritsu about where to obtain them and what kind to buy, since he seemed to be interested in that type of thing. Instead of a brand name, Ritsu had offered a few of his own in an unlabelled plastic container. It was suspicious, but he was a friend of both you and Mao, surely it’d be fine, right?

It didn’t take too much to persuade Mao to try it, just assuring him that you’d be with him the whole night and morning after since neither of you had work. One swallowed pill later and you were cuddling up to Mao on the bed, waiting for it to kick in. You were both already changed into your sleepwear, so all that was left to do was wait.

“Do you feel any different?” You asked, one arm lazily draped across his chest as your head leaned on his arm. You seemed more anxious about it than he was, despite him being the test subject for the night.

“Not yet.” Mao patted your head, ruffling your hair a bit. “How long does it usually take?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe you’ll start to feel it when you get turned on?”

“Well, we have the whole night to ourselves to find out, don’t we?”

He gave you a quick peck on the lips, and you grinned as you leaned in to return it, giggling into the kiss. Looping your hands around his neck, it wasn’t long before your kisses turned into a more heated make out session, feeling your cheeks heat up when each kiss lasted longer than the last.

His kisses were always passionate, but when you pulled away to catch your breath, he took you by surprise by pulling you back in, tongue slipping past your lips and muffling your moans. The hands that had circled around the dip in your back moved downwards to squeeze your ass, something hard poking your thigh and rubbing against it. You had to tug on his hair to get him to pull away, and when he finally let go you were gasping for air, barely noticing the hazy look in his eyes.

“H-Hey, I think I’m starting to feel it.”

His breath felt hot on your skin. The strain against his sweatpants was much more prominent now, and you gasped as he tried desperately to rub it up against your crotch.

“Mao?”

“Body’s too warm, need to take everything off.”

His skin was almost feverish when you pressed a hand to his cheeks, and a pang of guilt hit you, hoping that his temperature would go down once the aphrodisiac wore off. Your hands moved down to tug his pants low, the only thing you could do to help right now. His cock sprang out, completely hard and already leaking despite not stimulating it directly. His hands only left your body for a few seconds to throw his shirt off, and then they were grabbing you to pull you close again, abs pressing against your covered chest. His mouth latched onto the nearest piece of skin, the middle of your shoulder, and it felt like he was trying to devour you from how his tongue lapped at the spot he was sucking, desperate to taste you.

Everything was moving so fast. You weren’t sure what you were reacting to with each moan that left your mouth, because Mao was doing so many different things all at once. His hands slipped inside your pants, groping the curve of your ass and trying to slide them off at the same time. You wiggled around, your bodies a mess of tangled limbs. Trying to take them off when Mao was refusing to let go left them stuck halfway up your knees. It was only when he finally released his mouth to gasp for air that your pants somehow managed to fall off your legs and were promptly tossed aside like a dirty rag. The shadow of his body towered over you as you fell backwards onto the mattress, eyes devouring your naked lower half.

“God, I need you. I need you right now.”

You could feel his cock press against your exposed hole, only now registering that he had positioned himself so that his knees kept your legs apart.

“Mao? W-Wait, I’m not—“

He hadn’t used lube or even prepared you, yet the next second his dick was trying to push itself inside you, searing pain accompanying the pressure of his tip being sucked in. His cock tried to ram into you, but as expected the lack of foreplay made it rough on both of you. You cried out in pain as his length only made it a few inches in, and that was when he stopped and looked you in the eyes, concerned at your reaction.

“Color?”

Mao was still clinging onto some self control despite how obvious it was from his breathless panting that he needed to raw you. You could tell him to stop if you really wanted to, but at the same time the aphrodisiac was doing exactly what you wanted. The pain of being forcefully split apart was new, and you wanted to know exactly what it felt like to be treated so harshly.

“G-Green.”

He let out a ragged breath before he pulled out and tried slamming his hips against yours again, going deeper this time. The stretch burned, and you were certain your hole would feel like it was on fire once you were done. But right now, it was everything you wanted, choking out his name as he forced himself deeper.

The initial pain went away as your walls adjusted, but it was still different from the usual pleasure you felt from his length rubbing up against your insides. Each thrust hurt from all the friction, the only lubricant aiding him the precum that dripped from his slit. His pace was erratic and clumsy too, focused less on making you feel good and about trying to fulfill his own desire, a simple animal trying to fulfill its primal urge to fuck.

“Feels so, so good.” He panted, the drag of his cock painful yet all too addicting. “God, /name/, you just take me so well. Like you were made for me.”

You mewled, the tip of his cock pressing into the deepest parts of your insides. You couldn’t comprehend how the man who guided you through your first time together so gently was the same one absolutely fucking your brains out right now. You felt your orgasm coming hard and fast, and barely gave a sound of warning before it crashed throughout your body. You screamed his name for all your neighbors to hear, body clenching tightly around his cock. You felt him spill inside you in response to your own climax, unable to contain himself when you were clenched around him so tightly. Yet the movement of his hips against yours continued through both orgasms, rutting into you with his still firm cock.

Your head was spinning. Your brain felt like mush, and your legs turned into jelly, only registering when Mao lifted them on top of his shoulders through your vision. His gaze was dark, sweat rolling from his forehead onto his flushed cheeks. You were addicted, and he was too. There was no going back to his vanilla tendencies, not when you knew that he could manhandle you with just a bit of a push.

Maybe it was time to ask Ritsu where to get more of those pills.