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pinkroseblooms · 10 months ago

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It's Better Than Regretting

Kikaku Hanbee/f!Reader, post break up, mentions of sex and some light dirty talk (once again, minors dni) probably a little OOC but I tried. This fandom needs more content and this crazed witch like man has a place in my heart. The title is lyrics from "Crashed the Wedding" by Busted which was what inspired me to write this. Summary: Post breakup, Kikaku finds out you've agreed to a marriage of convenience. word count: 4.1k

Kikaku feels the wedding invite burning a hole in his pocket; he takes a long drink of beer, wondering for the tenth time if this is a mistake. The two of you broke up; he and you wanted different things out of life. So what if his parents were friendly with your old man? No one expected the two of you to end up together. In fact, Kikaku had been made all too aware of your father’s disapproval of him. When you got your first piercing, when you got drunk for the first time and missed an exam, when you started staying out all hours of the night frequenting different music venues, the blame was placed squarely on Kikaku’s shoulders for being a bad influence on his perfect princess.

It was always like that; your father would say he was only looking out for you, but Kikaku called it how it actually was; all he was doing was forcing his own expectations onto his only daughter. You had come to him many times, complaining about the feeling of suffocation, wondering how you were supposed to call the man “family” when you couldn’t even talk to him half the time without walking on eggshells. Kikaku didn’t have any answers, aside from telling you “Fuck that shit” and take you out for a good time.

Eventually, inevitably, the two of you transitioned from friends to friends with benefits; sitting and nursing his beer, Kikaku tries to shove the memory out of his head to no avail. How could he forget? His band had played one of their first shows and barely anyone had showed up, and the people that did hated them.

You had been the only friendly face at the bar, toasting to him at the end of their set with a sympathetic smile. None of his other girls were answering his texts; you were there and the two of you had a little too much to drink at his place. When the other members left and it was just you and him, Kikaku let you hug him; according to you, he looked like he really needed one, but that wasn’t all he needed. Your body was soft and your breath smelled sweet and sharp from the plum wine. Before Kikaku could communicate to his brain that his dick was acting up around you and it would be a bad idea to act out on this sudden urge, you had kissed the top of his head and squeezed him to your chest. Kikaku can’t remember too much of what happened afterward, only flashes and sensations and waking up in the morning with a raging migraine and you laying nude on the futon next to him.

It was a good thing the two of you had for a long time until the day you had come back to his apartment and refused a make out session with a serious expression. Kikaku could have guessed the problem; it was always the problem with his main girls. They got too close, too attached, even though Kikaku really didn’t make much of a secret that he wasn’t into the whole exclusive thing. Frankly, he didn’t think what the two of you had was special. You just had the benefit of knowing him the longest and being his friend first.

That being said, you never showed signs of jealousy or feeling hurt by Kikaku’s other lovers, so he really hadn’t expected that to be the reason you decided to end things officially and not just the sex, but everything. No more shows or take out or movie nights. No more being friends; you called it being amiable. When you crossed paths, you would say hello and engage in a little small talk. Nothing more, nothing less. Kikaku accepted without making a fuss; he was in a shitty mood for a while but hey, getting dumped is never fun.

“Is that why you ended things?” Kikaku cut right to the chase as soon as you took the stool next to him; he slid the card over to your coaster, like it was some distasteful object. “You wanted to make things serious with this guy?”

“Hello to you too. How did you get this? Oh no, just water please.” You told the bartender, who had just come over to take your order. “Kikaku, my father sent this to your parents; how did you get it?”

“Wow, you weren’t even planning to invite an old friend to such a grand occasion?” Kikaku grumbles. “Cold. I thought you said no hard feelings.”

“I heard you were busy with work; besides, since when do you enjoy going to formal parties?” You give him a wry half smile. “Unless there’s an open bar.”

“Is there?”

“Yes. Father spared no expense.” You hold your glass of water but don’t take a drink. “He set up the whole thing. I didn’t even have to worry about picking out a dress. It’s all been decided.”

“What, did he pick out the groom too?”

Kikaku snorts but your smile is nowhere to be seen; you take the invitation and push it over to him.

“I know it’s short notice, but I’d like your parents to come if they can. They’ve always been good to me; they’ve treated me more like a daughter than he ever did.” You tell him softly. “I must look pretty lame to you, huh? Letting my father marry me off and domesticate me. Is that why you called? Did you want a good laugh?”

“What the hell are you talking about?!” Kikaku turns so quickly in his seat, he nearly knocks over his now empty glass. “I was joking: did your old man really pick the guy out? What, did he send out a resume or something?”

“He works at the same company; we’ve met a few times. His name’s Kenji Hazawa. He needs a wife and my father needs me to settle down. A match made in heaven.”

“So? What is wrong with you?” Kikaku’s eyes scan your face, hardly believing the words coming out of your mouth so casually. “You’re gonna let your dad marry you off to some asshole you don’t even like?”

“Stop. I do not need you, of all the people in the fucking world judging my decisions.” You fix him with a cold stare. “I gave it to you for free. You know what I get with Kenji? A comfortable life and my father finally off my back. I get freedom.”

“How?! How the hell is selling yourself to the highest bidder-?”

“I knew you wouldn’t understand. It’s why I never told you. That's why I stopped talking to you.” You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose. “You just don’t get it, Kikaku. I’m a single woman nearly past her expiration date, father’s words not mine, and no one is letting me hear the end of it. I’m done fighting against it all by myself.”

“You don’t have to do this. He can’t force you.”

“It’s already decided. I just have to walk down the aisle and say ‘I do’ and I never have to worry about money or being looked down on again. Sweet deal, isn’t it? Sorry. I guess I’m not the cool badass bitch I thought I was.” You roll your eyes and suck in a breath of air. “I tried doing it my way and what did I get? My father is ready to disown me, everyone in my life is treating me like a joke, minus your folks.”

“I never-”

“No, no, I wasn’t a joke to you. I was a good time.” You correct yourself. “Well, now I’m tired. I’m fucking exhausted and weak, alright? There, I admit it. I’ve been on my own in this and I’m sick and tired of it all. Is it really that different than you giving up music professionally for your merchandising job?”

“My job doesn’t fuck me.”

The sentence slipped out before Kikaku could filter himself; but it’s true, isn’t it? Won’t your husband expect you to perform your wifely duties? Kikaku’s nails dig into his palms; he can’t get the image out of his head, a faceless man, on top of you, taking you as though you’re his. You might get pregnant.

“How is this happening? She’s mine…she was mine.”

“It sounds like your job fucks you plenty.” You take a sip of water. “So, is that your issue? You won’t have the chance to get in my pants again if I’m spoken for?”

“Stop changing the subject, this isn’t about me.”

“It’s always about you.”

Kikaku glares at you, but somehow can’t bring himself to truly be angry; you’re being so despondent and resigned. The person sitting next to him might as well be a stranger. The fire is gone from your eyes and the sly quirk of your lips is nowhere to be seen. But then, maybe that was just the face you showed him. Kikaku can’t even defend himself and say you hadn’t made him aware of what you were going through. You had, multiple times, for years. He just wasn’t taking it to heart. At some point, you apparently decided to pull back entirely.

“Look, I don’t want to fight. I don’t hate you, Kikaku. This isn’t your business and I never meant for you to even know about the damn wedding. I’m going to get married next week and it’ll be okay. Kenji is a good man; we get along enough. We both know it’s a marriage of convenience.” You smile but it doesn’t reach your dull eyes. “Who knows? Maybe somewhere down the line we could fall in love. Either way, we’ll be content. It’s more than most people get to have.”

“This is fucking crazy. You’re crazy.” Kikaku is hunched over the bar counter; his voice is shaking. He can’t look at you; all he can do is stare blankly at the wood panel. “You can’t be happy with this. I don’t believe that for a second.”

“I guess it’s a good thing I’m not asking for your blessing.” You put a few bills on the table. “Here, I still owe you for the last time we got drinks. You might not believe it, but I’m doing what’s best for me. I’m living my life for me. It’s my choice to do this, to make it all a little easier.”

“Is that the logic you’re using? Give up something to gain something you want more?” Kikaku leaves the bills on the counter, untouched. “Is it really worth it? Is this really what you want?”

“That’s also none of your business.” Despite your words, your tone is almost kind; with a faint smile, you stand up and push in the stool. “Have a goodnight, Kikaku.”

No. You can’t leave now, not like this. That smile is as fake as they come. Kikaku knows what your fake smiles look like; he’s always been able to tell how you’re feeling. He might not have been much of a comfort on your bad days, but he knew when you were having them, and he would try to make it a little better.

When did that stop? It wasn’t his intention to make you feel uncared for. Kikaku might have played around, but it didn’t make his feelings for you any less. He was just caught up in other things. He had no idea you were having that hard of a time.

You walk away and Kikaku doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t yell or leap from his chair to drag you from the door. He can’t feel his legs. You’re getting married. You’re going to be someone’s wife. He’ll never be able to make up with you. It’s over. You’re not going to give him the second chance Kikaku hadn’t even realized he had been hoping for.

“She’s really gone. It’s really over. She’s getting married.” Kikaku mutters to himself. “She’s getting married and I…I can’t do anything to stop it.”

“Hey don’t worry so much. Most marriages end in divorce.” The bartender comes over to collect the empty glasses. “I got married twice and we were actually in love. Besides, if it’s a marriage of convenience, maybe you can be her side piece.”

“Huh?” Kikaku glowered up at the man smiling placidly down at him. “Who the fuck asked you?!”

“Just trying to offer some comfort. I thought you guys weren’t serious anyway. How drunk are you? Don’t you recognize me?”

“Uh…”

“Nekota? This is my bar; it has been a while, but you came here a few times with a couple of my buddies.”

“Oh right. Usao-kun and Kumao-kun’s old friend.” Kikaku recalls. “My bad, I was…I’m kinda out of it today.”

“I could tell. That seemed rough. Want something stronger? On me, but just this once; still gotta make those child support payments after all, haha.” Nekota laughs good naturedly as he pulls down a bottle of tequila from the middle shelf. “Hey, that’s something to drink to; you’re a young bachelor, you’ve got plenty of time to settle down if you want to.”

Settle down? Kikaku never wanted to settle down; that was why things didn’t work between him and you in the first place. He has no right to feel so deflated.

Was there some secret part of him that hoped you would eventually come back? Well, contrary to Nekota’s assurances, Kikaku doesn’t have time. You’re going to be married in a week. You’ll be someone else’s. He won’t have a place in your world, not any more, not when you’re going to be somebody's beautiful, blushing bride.

“She doesn’t even love him. How can she do this?”

“Come on, Kikaku, right? Here, have a drink and relax.” Nekota beckons with his hand and sets down the shot of tequila. “The little lady said so herself, it’s not your problem.”

“No. I guess it’s not.”

Nekota is right and Kikaku doesn't need a two time divorcee to lecture him on matters of the heart. You had every right to go and marry another person, for whatever reason. Kikaku isn't even your friend anymore and he's certainly not your boyfriend. You don't owe him a thing and it's not his place to step in and try to convince you to not go through with a sham marriage. You've chosen your path and he's chosen his. All he can do now is toast to your nuptial and hope for the best. He can do that much for you.

"To the bride and groom."

"Here, here!" Nekota clinks his own shot glass with Kikaku's. "Good man, you're gonna be just fine."

"Cheers." Kikaku slurs and downs his shot in one large swallow. "Here's to the whole thing goes off without a hitch."

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“Do you take this woman, to have and to hold, to-”

“I OBJECT! NO ONE SAY ANOTHER DAMN WORD, I OBJECT!!!”

It took Kikaku two hours to get up that morning; he had been drinking into the late hours of the night in a last ditch effort to make sure he wasn't able to be mobile today off all days. Even now, dressed sloppily in an old suit, hair hastily tied back and eyes sunken in with sleep deprivation, he feels like he’s running in a dream. The venue is quaint but tastefully decorated in pastels. There’s not many guests; he supposes your father wanted to get the wedding done with little fanfare. The objective was to tie you down, not throw a celebration.

“Son of a bitch.” Your father is the first one to rise; he addresses you angrily. “Did you invite him?”

“N-no!”

You look aghast, glancing rapidly between Kikaku as he comes barreling down the aisle and your soon to be husband. Kenji looks twice as confused and a little scared, which is fair, considering how haggard and demented Kikaku looks, like a twitchy spider rushing to catch its prey. You hadn’t heard a peep from Kikaku since that night and his parents had politely turned down your invite, as they had a previous engagement they were committed to attend. It was a good thing they couldn’t, because you’re certain both Kikaku’s mother and father would keel over and die from the spectacle their son is currently making of himself.

“I said, I object!”

"Heavens above." The priest frowns. “Not another one.”

“WILL YOU SHUT UP?” It’s a wonder Kikaku can yell so loudly when he’s barely breathing; there’ sweat stains at his collar and the underarms of his blazer. “You can’t marry these two-they shouldn’t be married!”

“Who the heck are you?” Kenji’s brows furrow and he looks at you questioningly. “Do you know this guy?”

“Yes.” You sigh. “Kikaku, you’ve been drinking, haven’t you? I could smell you from the doors. Didn’t I tell you this wasn’t any of your business?”

“I don’t care! Dammit, I’m sorry, alright? I’m sorry it took me so long to get my head out of my ass, but this isn’t about me.” Kikaku finally manages to speak without gasping. “I get it. You’re tired of dealing with your father’s bullshit and you think this is the only way out, but it’s not.”

“I’m calling the police!” Your father’s face is red and he looks ready to run up to the podium and deck Kikaku in the face. “How dare you? Haven’t you done enough? You weren’t good enough for her then and you sure as hell aren’t now.”

“Dad, you don’t need to call the police,” You look at him pleadingly. “Kikaku will leave on his own. He knows this is what I want.”

“No it’s not.”

“Dammit, will you leave already!?” You’re the one raising your voice now; hot tears prick the corners of your eyes. “Why, Kikaku? Why are you doing this to me? Are you just upset because I won’t be available anymore? Well, too bad. Go play with one of your girlfriends and stop making a scene.”

“I’m sorry. I'll say it as many times as I have to.” Kikaku steps forward until he’s standing in front of you. “I’m sorry for not listening. I’m sorry it took me this long to get it, but you don’t have to get married.”

“What? Is this your idea of a proposal or something?”

“I don’t deserve you either. I should have been there more. I can be.” Kikaku looks at you, exhausted, desperate. “Don’t do this. Let me be there for you like I should have been all this time. You don’t have to fight on your own, not anymore. I’ll never leave you alone again.”

You blink and tears drip down your cheeks. “Kikaku,”

“I sent out messages to all the girls I was seeing last night. Look at my contact list.” Kikaku takes his phone out of his pocket and shows you the screen; his contact list only has a handful of names, people you recognize as family and work colleagues and friends. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, just…don’t marry this guy.”

“Kikaku, you’re being absolutely-!”

“Hey,” Kenji begins tentatively. “I think he makes a few good points.”

“What?” You turn to stare at your fiance. “But, I agreed to this.”

“It’s not like we’re in love.” Kenji cracks a begrudging smile. “It could’ve been nice but something tells me that’s not going to cut it.”

“I’m…I couldn’t just-”

“Also, your friend’s kinda freaking everyone out and I’m a little scared he’s going to put a curse on me.” Kenji glances at Kikaku. “You couldn’t have showered before coming to take the bride away?”

“You-!” Kikaku grabs your hand. “Just for that, you’re cursed! Everyone’s cursed! I hope the open bar is worth it assholes!” his eyes soften as he looks at your stricken face. “Can we talk somewhere more private? I think your old man is gonna kill me before the cops show up.”

You look at his hand; his palm is sweaty.

“Please.” Kikaku’s voice is hoarse. “I won’t leave without you. I never want to go anywhere without you.”

“Damn you.” You’re really crying now. “You asshole.”

“Yeah.” Kikaku offers a weak smile; he glances down at your dress. “Oh. Wow.”

“Don’t say it.” You shake your head and wipe your eyes aggressively. “I know, it wasn't my choice.”

“You’re beautiful.”

Kikaku exhales and his grip on your hand tightens; he’s only just taking in the sight of you, dressed head to toe in a flowing white gown, dolled up and looking like an angel descended from heaven.

Maybe he was full of shit because right now all Kikaku wants to do is take you away for himself. He brings a hand up to wipe the tears off your cheek; why do you look so sad? Is he really not wanted here? Is giving himself to you not enough?

“I’ve been a fucking mess all week.” Kikaku admits, eyes searching your face for any sign you don’t despise him. “I couldn’t sleep or eat or focus at work. I’m being shameless, you don’t have to tell me that. Maybe it’s too late for us, but I can still fix this. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Just tell me what I have to do.”

You’re blushing now under his intense stare. “...take me with you.”

“What?” Kikaku leans in to catch every word. “What do you want?”

“You. I want you, Kikaku. I want you to take me out of here.” You confess, trying not to whimper as his thumb rubs your hot cheek. “I can’t do this without you.”

“Say no more.”

You hike up your skirt and kick off your heels; Kikaku leads the way, the two of you ignore the shouts and gasps and threats being hurled your way by your father. Your eyes stay glued on the hand still clutching onto yours and you run, run, run until the car is in sight, decked out in flowers and a “Just Married” sign on the back. Kikaku opens the passenger side door and guides you into the backseat, even lifting the hem of your skirt so the door doesn’t close on it. The driver, rightfully skeptical and a bit horrified, practically throws the keys at Kikaku when he screeches for them.

“I think everyone assumes you’re some sort of demon here to kidnap me.” You watch as the driver races up the steps of the venue, probably to explain why he’s left his post. “We’re going to have to return the car.”

“For now we drive,” Kikaku turns the keys, backs out of the parking space, and slams his foot on the gas.

“This is fun for you, isn’t it?”

“A little.” Kikaku laughs, suddenly quite cheerful. “I’m relieved. I thought I was going to lose you…again. I won’t make that mistake again.”

“I’m still on the fence about that.” You tell him warily, taking off your veil. “Did you really mean all that?”

“I might have lied a tiny bit about not wanting to steal you away. I want you for myself. I know it’s not fair to you, but that’s how I feel. I was going crazy.” Kikaku looks at you from the corner of his eye. “You look really good right now.”

“Thanks.” You adjust your seat belt. “Eyes on the road.”

“I want to fuck you in the dress.” Kikaku blurts out. “Let’s get a hotel and pretend we’re married to get a free bottle of champagne.”

“Aren’t you still hungover?”

“Hair of dog. Besides, this calls for a celebration.” Kikaku smirks a little. “I know it’s scary the first time, but I’ll be gentle with my pretty little bride.”

“Kikaku, was this all so you could play out some weird little fantasy?” You grumble. “I’m gonna jump out of this car and run back and see if Kenji will reconsider.”

“No! I was half joking…I just want you so bad.”

“Kikaku,” You cross your arms. “I mean it, I’m not in the mood for any teasing.”

“I meant it all. I’m yours, if you’ll have me.” One of Kikaku’s hands leaves the steering wheel; his playful smile is gone. “Do you not want me anymore? I don’t expect you to believe in me, after everything…but do you want to try again?”

For a tense moment, Kikaku thinks his chest will explode; he might actually die if you say no, even if you have every right to reject him. But then you take his hand and interlock your fingers. You smile, a little exasperated, but it’s a real, genuine smile. It practically blinds him; Kikaku has half a mind to beg you to marry him then and there. There’s still time and Kikaku plans to use it making you fall in love with him so you never regret today.

“Yes.” You kiss the back of his hand and smile brighter than he’s ever seen. “I do.”

#kikaku hanbee #kikaku hanbee x reader #x reader #fem reader #reader insert #ao3 fanfic #uramichi oniisan #big brother uramichi #life lessons with uramichi oniisan #nekota matahiko #one shot

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reallyromealone · 1 year ago

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kikaku uramichi request

Srry I thought I added those

A I k T z

Absolutely my dude

Kikaru uramichi x male reader

Male reader, bottom male reader, smut, nsfw

A 🍬 Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

(Name) was hazy as he let his lover clean him up, Kikaku diligent and careful as he held water to (name)s lips "drink up" he was always soft and sweet when he was like this, just like his work he took taking care of (name) very seriously.

"The baths ready, let's get you cleaned up"

I🍬Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

"So beautiful" he gasped out as he fucked his lover raw, (name) writhing as he was fucked into oblivion, Kikaku was always at that sweet spot of soft and loving and rough and devious, saying loving words as he did the filthiest things to the poor man.

He always wanted him to know he was loved while he took as he pleased.

K🍬Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Nothing felt better than coming home to see his lover dressed up in a slutty little costume and playing innocent, today being a cute maid costume that showed his cute ass.

(Name) was pretending to clean as he glanced over "welcome home master~"

God he loved it when (name) indulged in his roleplay kink.

T🍬 Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

(Name) sat on Kikakus lap as they watched a movie in the livingroom, Kikaku having a glass of alcohol in one hand as he fucked (name) with a vibrator with the other, (name) whining through the gag "shhh, were watching a movie" he almost laughed as he pressed it against his prostate.

Z🍬Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He had just finished aftercare before passing out with (name) in his arms, he always tried to make sure that (name) was taken care of before collapsing, as much as he loved fucking it did take a lot out of him.

#kikaru uramichi x male reader #Kikaku uramichi x reader #male reader #x male reader #uramichi oniisan #uramichi oniisan x reader #uramichi oniisan x male reader #smut

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zapreportsblog · 1 year ago

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Connections

➥ summary : Hanbee Kikaku finds himself connecting with someone at work

➥ a/n : I remember seeing him on the screen and I was just like wow he looks like me just you know, white washed and all that but other than that we both had almost the same piercings though I’m sure I have more, after all I have 45 piercings and he has maybe 26 visible one

➥ Hanbee Kikaku x Reader, Life Lessons With Uramichi Oniisan x Reader

Hanbee Kikaku was used to working alone in his department. As a dedicated and meticulous worker, he preferred the solitude and orderliness of his own space. So, when he received news of a new member joining his team, he felt a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

The day arrived when (Y/n) walked into the department, and Hanbee couldn't help but be taken aback by her vibrant presence. She exuded energy and enthusiasm, her smile infectious and her laughter filling the room.

"Hello there! I'm (Y/n)," she greeted cheerfully, extending her hand towards Hanbee.

He hesitated for a moment before taking her hand with a polite smile. "I'm Hanbee Kikaku, welcome to the team."

From the start, it was evident that Hanbee and (Y/n) had contrasting personalities. He was quiet, reserved, and followed a strict routine in his work, while she was outgoing, talkative, and had a flair for improvisation.

As they started working together, Hanbee found himself struggling to adjust to the dynamic (Y/n) brought to the team.

Her spontaneous ideas clashed with his structured approach, leading to moments of tension and disagreement. However, despite their differences, they both shared a deep passion for their work and an unwavering dedication to excellence.

Over time, (Y/n) began to see through Hanbee's aloof demeanor, recognizing the hardworking and caring nature beneath it all. She appreciated his attention to detail and respected his meticulous approach to his tasks.

Similarly, Hanbee noticed that beneath (Y/n)'s bubbly and spontaneous exterior, there was a keen intellect and an intuitive understanding of their field.

He admired her ability to think on her feet and found himself appreciating the energy she brought to the department.

Despite their initial clashes, they gradually found a rhythm in their work, learning to complement each other's strengths and weaknesses.

Hanbee's methodical planning balanced (Y/n)'s spontaneous creativity, and in turn, her innovative ideas brought new life and excitement to their projects.

Outside of work, they began to spend time together during lunch breaks, discussing topics ranging from work to their personal interests.

Hanbee discovered that (Y/n) had a love for art and enjoyed exploring museums, while (Y/n) learned that Hanbee had a soft spot for classic literature.

As they got to know each other better, they realized that they had more in common than they initially thought. Both were driven individuals with a thirst for knowledge, and they often found themselves engrossed in deep conversations.

Hanbee admired (Y/n)'s ability to see the positive in every situation, even when faced with challenges, while (Y/n) found comfort in Hanbee's calming presence during stressful times.

Despite their contrasting personalities, Hanbee and (Y/n) began to appreciate each other's unique qualities. They saw the value in their differences and how those differences made them a stronger team.

Their work environment transformed into a space of collaboration and mutual respect.

As time went on, their professional relationship evolved into a true friendship. Hanbee and (Y/n) found themselves looking forward to working together, knowing that their differences brought out the best in each other.

They had learned that sometimes the most unexpected connections could lead to the most meaningful relationships, and they were grateful for the bond they had formed in the midst of their diverse personalities.

#Hanbee Kikaku #Hanbee Kikaku imagine #Hanbee Kikaku imagines #Hanbee Kikaku x reader #Hanbee Kikaku one shot #life lessons with uramichi oniisan imagines #life lessons with uramichi oniisan #life lessons with uramichi oniisan imagine #life lessons with uramichi oniisan x reader #life lessons with uramichi oniisan masterlist

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real-hot-grl-shi · 7 months ago

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EXACTLY HES SO FINE 🤭

This mf got me 🧎‍♀️

#kikaku hanbee #uramichi omota #uramichi omota x reader #life lessons with uramichi oniisan #uramichi oniisan #kikaku hanbee x reader

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restwellsoon · 2 months ago

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Nothing in Particular | Chapter 5 - To Say What You Mean and Mean What You Say Pt. 2

Pairing: Omota Uramichi x F!Reader

Summary: A series of unexpected encounters and misunderstandings causes you to fill a large and gaping hole in Uramichi’s life.

Minors and blank blogs DNI! You will be blocked!

Warnings: unprotected sex

“Well ? Are you gonna spill everything that’s happened, or do I have to ask you everything I’ve been wondering, question by question?”

The menu distracted you both for a few minutes, but after the server took your order, Utano went straight to business. You’d left her hanging for weeks, and work had kept you both apart. Whatever was going on between you and Uramichi hadn’t left her mind, and she needed to get updates from you since Uramichi was difficult to corner and get alone.

As if you forgot what had happened in your own life, Utano decided to provide a refresher. “Where did we leave off?” The server brought your drinks first, and she dramatically sipped on her tea, pondering slowly until she grinned. “Ahh, yes. You and Uramichi took the train together after the work party and…?”

“And I slept over at his place,” you said slowly, copying her behavior and drinking yourself.

She wiggled her eyebrows and her eyes sparkled. For a moment, she ignored the fact that her friend might have had sex with her depressing co-worker. “So you two…?”

Pretending to look for your food’s arrival and commenting on the other treats that passed by, you tried to avoid describing what really happened for as long as possible. Utano rolled her eyes at your stalling.

Finally, you cleared your throat, speaking as quietly as you could. “No. I uh–I got really drunk, stripped down to my underwear, crawled into his bed, and made Uramichi sleep on the floor.”

Utano laughed, like really laughed. It was one of those ones that came from the belly, and she even knocked over her fork while doing so, drawing others’ attention to you temporarily.

“If it makes you feel better,” she said in-between wheezing and thanking a worker for bringing her a clean utensil, “he probably chose to sleep on the floor, so you wouldn’t freak out in the morning.”

Staring at the amber liquid in your cup, you considered this new perspective. All this time, you’d been lamenting over your bad behavior, unsure of even where to start with your apology or if you should even say anything at all. Uramichi truly was a kind person.

“You’re smiling into your drink,” Utano commented, cheek in hand as she side-eyed all of the desserts that passed by. She was growing impatient.

“You said he was intense, but I think he’s more considerate if anything,” you said.

“Intensity doesn’t nullify consideration,” Utano reminded you. “If anything, he’s considerate to the point that it might be…”

She paused, trying to think of how to describe Uramichi without going into too much detail. Uramichi would rather wear the most humiliating outfits to get the scene over with than protest with the costume department. If the kids were having fun, Uramichi would pick them up and play with them for as long as they wanted despite all of his aches and pains. Hell, Iketeru told her that Uramichi sat through an awkward work dinner where he was berated for something trivial so Kikaku wouldn’t get in trouble.

“Self-destructive.”

Her words were heavy, and they sank down in your gut along with the cake you ordered.

“How sad,” you finally commented, unable to find another other word that was more fitting. You swirled the last remaining bit of tea in your cup. “I hope he finds happiness one day.”

Having known each other for nearly four years now, Utano said, “Oh, that won’t happen. The darkness in his eyes has slowly eaten away at him ☆”

It was true too. They all found Together with Maman during the darkest points in their lives, yet while Iketeru and her own demons retreated, Uramichi seemed to commune with his own. Rather than hopelessness, apathy had befallen him, leaving him spineless.

But was Uramichi really spineless? Utano wondered. Or was he simply trying his best to game life? After all, they were at the mercy of their employers and needed to work in order to survive. It was difficult to be happy when you were just doing your best to stay alive.

“That’s just adulthood,” you confirmed, not understanding where Uramichi’s co-workers were coming from. Perhaps it was because you didn’t know him well-enough, but you still stood by that thought you first had of him. He was that beautiful doll that sat on the shelf, the one that never got played with.

“But yeah. Yesterday–or I guess this morning?–he and um, Us–Usa…? The blond , coincidentally ended up staying at my place cuz they drank too much. Uramichi and I shared my bed.”

“ And ?” Utano said impatiently. It was only naturally for someone who was in a committed, happy, and long-term relationship to live vicariously through their friends’ disastrous love lives.

“...and we just slept,” you said gloomily.

Dabbing at the corner of her mouth with a napkin, you were impressed per usual with Utano’s ability to eat and show nothing for it. You supposed that chasing children on set and dancing also helped with maintaining her figure.

“And if you didn’t ?” Utano pretended for a minute that the man you were interested in wasn’t her co-worker. “Would you complain then that he didn’t want to date you?”

“Are you on my side or his?” You joked, understanding what she was trying to say. Utano had the misfortune of being privy to your dating mishaps in your 20s until you gave up altogether. If you wanted something casual, they were too serious, and vice versa. She was curious to know what you wanted in your 30s now that you were wiser.

“I don’t care if we date.” She shot you a look. “ Really , I don’t. I learned my lesson from last time. But what I told you before was true. I’m not looking for anything in particular, but I’m open to seeing where this road takes me.”

Her features twisted into disbelief. “I remember saying that years ago.”

Knowing that the conversation was going into dangerous territory you shrugged.

—

“And get this! This dude was so drunk, he said that some konbini angel saved us,” Usahara laughed, pointing that dude out as Uramichi. “So who was it, Uramichi, huh? I’m sure it was one of your gymnast friends from the past. Quit trying to be cool and mysterious, dude. I bet it was Supermura , wasn’t it?”

Iketeru looked at Uramichi expectantly while Kumatani couldn’t have cared less. Utano was disinterested in the conversation completely, scrolling and tapping away at her phone.

He sighed, already at his breaking point. Uramichi clocked in less than ten minutes ago too. This was a new record. If it weren’t for this ridiculous 8 AM meeting, he would have stalked off to the smoke room for a break, but instead, he had to make small talk at this ungodly hour because of Derekida and Furode who were unsurprisingly late.

Right on cue, the door burst. Derekida and Furode strolled languidly, to-go coffee cups in hand. They were 45 minutes late.

“Everyone here?” Furode asked. Using his sunglasses as a headband, he fished for the rolled up papers in his back pocket before sitting down. Neither of them bothered to actually check before talking.

“Well, since no one said anything, that must mean we’re all here. So,” he cleared his voice, smoothing out the papers. The cast did their best to hide their expressions as he repeated the process twice before speaking again. “Talent’s off for the next three days. Paid too . The writers and big wigs gotta think of a game plan for how we’ll promote Uramichi for the Galaxy Awards nomination. So rest up. We’ll be busy in the upcoming months–Uramichi especially.”

The cast sat silently as they let the producer’s words sink in. Three paid days off? Should they be worried of possible layoffs or an unexpected announcement about series cancelation? No, no, no. Furode said this was for the Galaxy Awards. There was no way that MHK, the greedy bastards that they were, would let their cash cow die. A more reasonable action would be for them to review their time cards. They were most likely taking their time from their PTO bank instead.

Uramichi in particular didn’t like the good news that was announced, trying to process just how busy he might possibly be. Anxiety bubbled up at the thought of long stretches of overtime and traveling from shoot to shoot and interview to interview. If awards shows were anything like athletic meets and competitions…

Glancing over at the gymnast oniisan, Iketeru couldn’t help but admire Uramichi’s expression. He looked determined–no, motivated–by their boss’ words. “You can do it, oniisan,” he cheered his co-host on, though he doubted that he needed it until Uramichi responded.

“Can I…?” He whispered back into the void, not looking at Iketeru or anything else for that matter. “Just thinking about it already exhausts me.”

“So uh, is that all for today?” Usahara dared to ask. Uramichi and Iketeru looked as if they talking about philosophy while Kumatani wore that blank expression that meant he was zoning out. Utano still scrolled, although more discreetly, on her phone.

Derekida looked up, using an index finger to push up his slipping sunglasses. “Oh, you’re still here?” He waved them off while looking back at Furode’s rolled up papers. “Yeah, that’s it for today. Now scram . The writers need to use this room in ten.”

Following his directions as always, they left, moving in silence as a group. Their footsteps echoed in the halls until finally they left the building. Once free from the shackles of work, they took in the bright sun and fresh air.

Iketeru glanced at his watch before asking if anyone knew the time. It was nine on the dot.

Yes, the sun was shining brightly. (No vengeful sun spirits here.) The air was fresh. The birds even sang to ring in their three days of freedom.

But rather than taking a moment to smell the roses, they collectively sighed. The sun’s glare hurt their eyes. The fresh air hurt their lungs, which were too used to the stagnant air of the closed set. The birds’ songs reminded them of the shrill screams of the children.

Most importantly though, they realized something with the righteous anger only known to those who’d been working too hard and for far too long–this meeting should have been a fucking email.

—

Guess what~

You reacted to Utano’s text with a ? reaction, not bothering to guess. You’d been working since 4 am to deal with an overseas client.

I have the next three days off since the higher ups are thinking of ways to promo Uramichi’s nom ヾ(*´ ∇ `)ﾉ

Your eyes narrowed as you typed, disregarding the ellipses that indicated that Utano was still typing.

Good for you …which means that Uramichi also has the next three days off He should rest then since he’ll be busy Or maybe you can rock his world for a few hours (or days) LOL

She flipped her phone around for a moment. Who knew that playing cupid could be so fun.

And before you try to say that you have work, I know you can use your PTO or have someone cover you for a few hours. C’mon boss lady, use that power for a dick down\(♡´౪<♡)/

God, she knew you too well. You deleted your response about having to work tomorrow, hitting a button so you no longer had to look at your conversation. Staring at the dark screen, you wondered if you should take this opportunity.

When he came over, he basically said that he was down to fuck, even if he didn’t say it directly. You recalled his words for a moment–”When I miss you again, I’ll be good to you the next time we meet”–and you wondered if maybe he’d be interested in something more. With how vague his words were and how confusing he was, being good to you could mean a lot of things: good sex, no teasing, treating you well… Your mind wandered for a moment into a daydream, imagining Uramichi being good to you as a partner until it was interrupted by Utano’s laughter.

You shook your head.

“Yeah, well, of course I have to at least try,” you said to yourself, laughing at your hesitation.

—

From the corner of his eye, Uramichi could see his phone screen light up, but he didn’t dare to fully look at it otherwise he’d break his form. He stayed in his full planche hold for another five breaths, slowly letting his body rest on the sixth. He rolled out the tension from his body, grabbing his phone during his rest period.

A smile almost crept on his face when your name popped up on his notifications. He was grateful though that he didn't when he read the body of your message.

Good evening, When you’re free, I’d like to talk to you.

Uramichi felt bad for your subordinates whose jobs depended on their ability to understand what you meant. He reread your message three times. This had to be about something bad, right?

Sure ◉‿◉ I’m at the gym right now, but I can call you once I’m done

He was surprised by how quickly you responded.

You’re working out at this hour? Impressive. Have a good workout, and if you’re too tired after, don’t worry about calling. It’s not that important

His timer rang, telling him that he needed to get back to work. Finished with his planches, he thought that doing a few extra lifts would help him gather his thoughts. As Uramichi loaded the plates onto the bar, he wondered if maybe he should take a picture of himself at the gym. He had a good pump going on, so maybe he could impress you even more.

He switched over to the other side to load the same amount. No, that was stupid. Besides, the thought of him taking a selfie was already making him embarrassed.

Settling himself on the bench, he thought that maybe you’d want proof that he was at the gym instead of making excuses for avoiding the conversation. If it wasn’t that important, you wouldn’t have asked to speak about it, you would have texted him instead.

Gripping the bar in his hands, he lifted it off the support, grunting as he lowered it and pushed, wavering slightly before he reset it. Something wasn’t right.

“That’s why…” he mumbled to himself, realizing that he accidentally doubled the amount of plates on each side.

Maybe it would be best if he left–to prevent an injury and to take a selfie in the comfort of his own bathroom.

—

With his towel wrapped around his waist, Uramichi looked at himself in the mirror, flexing and relaxing his well-deserved body. Years of training kept him strong and defined physically, but his mental fortitude was lacking. His fingers shook while trying to capture a picture of himself, all of them blurry, until he gave up. What an embarrassment.

He should have just called you instead of wasting his own time.

“Hello?” You said on the other line. “Uramichi?”

Suddenly he was nervous, staring at your name on the screen. This had to be something serious. Did you not want to see him anymore? He wasn’t sure if he could act like a stranger around you. How would he face Utano? “ Hi. ”

“Thanks for calling me,” you said, glancing at the time on your kitchen clock. “I know it’s late.”

“It’s not that late,” Uramichi tried to argue.

Your clock said that it was 10:45 PM.

“So what did you want to talk about?”

It was your turn to pause, unsure of how to even start the conversation. Would it have been better to text it instead? But typing it out was more embarrassing than saying it though. It meant that you consciously chose the words that you did, read it as a fully formed sentence and still decided to text that. You would have stared at your screen until he responded.

“Utano said that you have tomorrow off.”

“Yeah, the next day too,” he said before explaining that it had to do with the Galaxy Awards. “It’s nice to finally be rewarded for my hard work with an actual break instead of more work.”

Did he want to spend tomorrow relaxing instead? A part of you felt guilty for your selfish request, but still, you started it, so you had to see it through.

“I’m off tomorrow too actually, so I was wondering—”

“—Oh that’s great,” he said, cutting you off. “You work so hard. Wanna hang out ?”

You let out a shaky breath, both relieved and surprised that he wanted to spend time with you. You weren’t being selfish after all.

Hearing your sigh on the other end, Uramichi wondered if you were annoyed. He sounded desperate to be with you, didn’t he? He should have let you finish instead of excitedly asking for your time.

“I’d love to, but um—can we do that thing we talked about last time?”

His silence meant that he didn’t remember, you thought. This conversation is over the phone, you reminded yourself, you can blurt it out, and if it gets awkward, you can hang up, block him and never go to Utano’s work ever again.

“Can I fuck you?”

The silence was heavy, and you double checked your phone to make sure that you didn’t reflexively hang up and blocked him. His name still showed up on the screen, and it counted how long you’d been talking for.

Uramichi didn’t know how to react, grateful that his phone sat on the counter. Both hands were placed on either side of it, and he leaned over, staring himself in the mirror. His face was bright red up to his ears, and the color reached down to his neck and the chest that he was so proud of.

“Sorry,” you started to apologize, “that was out of line, and–”

“Yeah,” he finally said, voice breathy and low. “Can I fuck you too?”

He felt like a fool.

You laughed quietly. Uramichi had a silly way of responding at times. “I’d love that. Can I come over to your place?”

This time, he made sure to answer quickly.

—

Ten o’clock was far too early to come over, and Uramichi regretted giving you that time. After sleeping in, he spent nearly an hour debating on whether or not he should go to the gym. He didn’t want his routine to be off, but he also didn’t want to be tired for the rest of the day. After squeezing in a quick lift, he tidied up his place, pushing his dumbbells into a corner and stuffing his oversized baguette pillow and Kotori-san into a closet.

He nearly tore the front door off its hinges when he heard a knock and then consequently slammed it when he realized it was just solicitors. That made him slower to respond to the second knock five minutes after. He sprinted to the door when he saw you calling.

You greeted him in a sundress that teased the body beneath the fabric. It seemed like you wanted to cling to the last bit of summer before things cooled down, legs bare aside from a set of strappy sandals. If Uramichi saw you on the street, he would have guessed that you were on your way to a date. Instead, you were here, meeting him at his apartment. He didn’t have too long to dwell on what a date with you might entail; by asking him if you could come in, you interrupted his thoughts.

Like the first time you met, he took you with him.

Uramichi spent too much time cleaning to think about how he would set the mood. Luckily you had gone over the boring things over the phone–yes to condoms, yeah you both were clean–but all that was left was, well, sex . It was too early to drink and he already smoked when he got out of bed. Sobriety made him hyperaware and he hated it.

“Wanna meet me in bed while I wash up?” You suggested.

He slackened his grip once you were inside, but now his hand loosely held yours in an awkward state of close but not close enough. The proximity made you self-conscious. The sun was brighter than you expected, and you were worried about your sweat.

“That’s fine,” he said, still holding your hand. “Not sure if you remember where the bathroom is, but it’s over there,” he said, pointing with his free hand. The fuzzy memory of Uramichi’s apartment became clearer with sober eyes. “Then my bedroom is that door beside it.”

He let go after dropping you off in front of the bathroom room, quickly stripping down to his boxers. The door creaked slightly, making him jump, and he was surprised to see you standing there.

“Can you help me unzip my dress?” You asked shyly, already half-turning around. “The zipper’s stuck,” you explained.

There was something incredibly intimate about holding your hair aside, so Uramichi could focus on helping you undress. An hour before you arrived, you agonized over what to wear, unsure of what impression you wanted to leave him with. You settled on a sundress, unassuming yet deceivingly sexy, but forgot the reason why you hardly wore it until it came to taking it off.

One palm pressed gently against your shoulder to create tension for the zipper to slide, and with a soft tug, it finally slid down with little resistance. His hands pushed down the sleeves, and the rest of the fabric fell with it. Now he could see and feel your bare skin. You were on fire.

Scanning over the details of your lingerie–because that was the only thing that it could be with all of the lace and sheer gauze that adorned it–he habitually clicked his tongue, being reminded of all of the costumes he wore for work. He mumbled something about it looking inconvenient.

“Thanks,” you said, turning to face him.

If the back was inconvenient, then the front was troublesome. Sheer bra cups barely hid your breasts from him with the lace appliques that covered your nipples, the only bit of modesty that you had. The sheer material had covered enough of your bottom, but in the front, it dipped low, as if guiding the eyes down to where it wanted the wearer to look.

It was clear that Uramichi was uncomfortable, and you never had the chance to ask if he’d done something casual like this before. You supposed that it was fortunate that you were more experienced in these matters.

“Let’s lay down and talk,” you told him, giving him a light push onto the bed. He scrambled to give you space, but you crawled right beside him.

Uramichi wondered if this was how things would have been if you didn’t fall asleep before he could join you, with you taking the lead.

“So how have you been? Your friend must have had a bad hangover.”

Not really wanting to talk about Usahara, he gave in to this being a better option than letting silence fall between you. He didn’t bother correcting you on the friend part, only commenting, “Yeah, but his body is used to that by now.”

“And what about you, Michi?”

“Oh, I wasn’t hungover at all. I only had a few drinks.”

“Yeah, I know you’ve got a high tolerance, which is why…” you trailed off, remembering that he said you couldn’t bring him back to your place because of it. “Ah, sorry. I was just remembering what you said. You’re funny. ”

Uramichi didn’t understand why you thought he was funny for saying that, but now he understood why Usahara wants to be funny so badly. Your voice softened when you said that, and your eyes looked into his to make sure he heard you. Your lips sat in a half smile as if he was the only man in the world that could make you laugh. If this was his reward for being funny, then yeah, it was something he’d strive for.

“I might have acted recklessly again,” you admitted, “so let’s take things slow if you want. I want this to be fun for both of us.”

“Well then, what do you like?”

Surprised by Uramichi’s question, you blurted out, “Oh, like sexually?” Well duh, obviously. “Um, I wouldn’t mind if you were a little mean to me in bed…” Suddenly you were shy.

“Oh, like over the weekend?”

He was so direct. You couldn’t face him but let out a quiet ‘yes.’ That judgemental ‘hm’ he let out was exciting and embarrassing all at once.

“What about you?” You asked, thinking it was unfair that all of the attention was on you. It was time to turn the tables on Uramichi.

“A lot of kissing,” he said. Despite his bluntness from earlier, he couldn’t look you in the eyes. “You can also be loud if you want. I don’t hate that.”

Somehow your bodies had inched closer to each other, and you felt each other’s heat. “It must have been torture then, to tell me to quiet down,” you teased.

He tried to downplay it. “It wasn’t that bad, but it could have been worse if things went on for longer.”

Hunger shone in both your eyes, and you moved closed until finally you kissed. The impact was soft but grew with neediness as each second passed. Your tongues explored each other’s mouths, nipping and sucking the meaty part of your lips. Hands clutched as whatever they could grab, kneading and rubbing, as your lower halves found friction in each other.

Uramichi was the first to break away, getting on top and settling between your thighs. He stared down at your heaving chest, your bruised lips, your disheveled hair. Your nipples teased him from behind your bra, and it was then that he decided to suck on them. It was a good choice. You yelped in surprise, tugging at his hair. You made another noise when he used his hand to pinch the other one. By the time he was done, your bra was wet with his spit, so he trailed his kisses downwards.

“You’re wet already?” He asked, glancing down at the slick fabric that barely clothed your sex.

With utter fascination, Uramichi traced his index finger along your slit, the damp cloth sticking to your skin. He retraced the movement a few more times, watching as it molded to the outline of your cunt. On his last way down, his finger dipped in a little, pushing the wet fabric inside. You groaned, shifting from the intrusion.

In a shift of energy and intention, you both hurried to remove what remained of your clothes. You ended up helping Uramichi slide off his boxers since you wiggled out of your lingerie set first.

He loved the way your face looked when you saw his cock, eyes widening as your mouth hung open. He didn’t think his size was anything impressive, but the look in your eyes when they finally met his told him that he was wrong. There was a clear expression of approval and better yet excitement .

But he couldn’t think of all the things that you wanted to do to him because he was focused on everything he wanted to do to you. He ducked down between your thighs to get a better look at what he wanted. Your pussy was puffy and shone with your wetness, making a squelching noise when he used two fingers to spread your lips. Impulsively, he leaned forward to give your clit a kiss, making you moan and drag him closer with one of your legs.

Gently pushing one finger in, he glanced up to check your reaction, moving knuckle by knuckle until it hilted. Your brows knitted together and your hips shifted. You wanted him to move. Uramichi pumped his finger, watching the way you sucked him back in, ears perked up to the sound of your contented sighs.

Since you took one finger well, he thought another wouldn’t hurt, but you bucked up into his face. Apparently it was too much.

His apology came out muffled from his position, fingers still in remorse.

“It’s fine,” you breathed out, “your fingers are just bigger than mine, so I’m not used to them yet.”

Your face scrunched up and your lips were twisted, back arched in an uncomfortable position. Uramichi tried to think of how he could comfort you when you returned to silence. As always, he returned to his training.

“Breathe through it,” he said. Breathing helped the body relax, which you needed if either of you wanted to have sex. “How do you expect to take my cock if you can’t even handle two fingers?” He didn’t mention that it’d probably be best if he added in a third to prep you.

It seemed that Uramichi took your preference into consideration, speaking in that dark tone of his. Your body felt impossibly hot, and finally you let out a few ragged breaths, a wordless way of telling Uramichi to go on.

Going at an even pace, Uramichi reveled in the wet noises your pussy made, daring to go even faster. You still weren’t talking, just breathing heavily with the occasional groan.

His fingers curled up when he felt a soft, tender spot. Your back arched again, and he continued to press there.

You sounded airy and light, as if his fingerfucking had already sent your soul to heaven. “Mm… Michi,” you murmured, carding your fingers through his hair. It was a miracle that you could even say anything at all. Your legs were shaking from all the pleasure. “You better fuck me soon.”

“Are you really in a position to be making demands?” Uramichi asked. His face was flushed yet his body showed no signs of exhaustion, his fingers still pumping in and out of you at an even pace, occasionally slowly to scissor and spread inside of you.

You whimpered in response.

Trying to push in a third finger, it was too tight, Uramichi realized. As much as you tried to help him–or perhaps help yourself–by fucking yourself on his hand, you couldn’t get back that middle knuckle, even if he stacked the fingers on top of each other.

He pulled out to your protest. “What?” Pre-cum smeared against his stomach and connected him to a thin string that matched a small wet spot on his bed. “Weren’t you just begging me to fuck you?”

He grabbed at the condom on his nightstand, doing his best to open it while you kept yourself entertained. Between the scent of your desire on his fingers, its slipperiness, and watching you play with yourself, rolling on the condom was difficult, and his efforts were futile when he realized it didn’t fit. You offered to buy some since you could stop by the store on your way over, but Uramichi failed to tell you what size to get.

“We don’t need it,” you said impatiently, even going so far as to snap when Uramichi gave you a look of uncertainty. Over the phone you mentioned that you were on the pill.

Your words sent a jolt of lust down Uramichi’s spine that went straight to his cock, and he looked down to make sure that he didn’t cum prematurely.

Using one hand to guide it in, he wet it at your entrance, sliding both the pre and your slick all over. Enjoying the sounds you made, he teased you further by rubbing the head against your clit in circles until you were begging him to fuck you.

Uramichi’s prep was worth it. He slid in with minimal effort, though it was obvious that you were stretched by your body tensing. Your walls were hot and clamped down with every inch forward.

Leaning back, he said, “Your pussy looks so nice with my cock in it.”

It was the right thing to say. Suddenly you felt impossibly tight, but Uramichi tried to press against it, giving a few experimental strokes before committing to fucking you with intention.

“ Fuck ,” you said, pulling him into your chest as you looked at him with half-dazed eyes, “Michi, you feel so good.”

Focusing on the act, you both let yourself get lost in the feeling. With your legs pushed back and wrapped around him, Uramichi leaned forward to fuck you deeper, hitting a spot that made you squeal and buck up against him. You told him to keep pressing right there and begged him not to stop, calling out his name as you came on his cock. He thought he could help you ride out your orgasm, but to his embarrassment, he came shortly after.

When he stopped moving, you looked at him, and sheepishly he admitted to cumming quickly. He was grateful that he wasn’t keeping track of the time, but now he was worried that you’d make fun of him or try to leave. Women wanted a partner that could last, didn’t they? That’s what he saw in all the porn he watched at least. He knew that his last girlfriend needed more time too.

“I’m that good, huh?” You said, admiring his chest that flushed pink and the sheen of sweat on his skin. “I can take responsibility for that,” you laughed.

You opened your arms, urging him to settle in them. Your heartbeat was deafening in his ears as his eyes grew heavy. He drifted off to sleep, dreaming about taking you on a date in that sundress when he woke up.

—

His room was darker when he woke up, and Uramichi blindly reached for you, but you weren’t there. All he could smell was your shampoo on his pillows and a mixture of your sweat and perfume on his sheets. Rolling onto his back, he checked his phone. It was now the mid-afternoon. He checked his texts, but none of them were from you. He sighed. What was he expecting?

Faintly, he heard his fridge door shut, and he sat up, hastily throwing on his boxers to investigate. Maybe, just maybe…

“Oh!” You startled, beaming as Uramichi entered the kitchen. Your smile fell as you realized that he caught you rifling through his fridge. “Sorry, I should have waited until you woke up, but I was really thirsty.” You held up your cup of water as proof. “I hope you don’t mind.” You even bowed slightly to show your remorse.

When he didn’t say anything, you looked up. “I thought you left,” was all he said.

“Without saying goodbye?” You took a gulp of water, setting it down on the counter. “No way. That’s rude.”

“Besides, I was wondering if you wanted to grab something to eat. We could order something too if you don’t feel like going out. If you don’t wanna do that, we could also make something too.”

Your rambling about food options was lost on Uramichi as relief settled in his heart, all of his worries melting away. He nodded along before grabbing your hand. “Yeah, I’m fine with whatever, but first, let’s head back to bed. There’s something I wanna do to you.”

Catching his words, you understood what he meant. An impish grin settled on your face as you asked him if he could fuck you on the kitchen counter.

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reds-fluff-extravaganza · 9 months ago

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Uramichi Omota x reader

Reader works in the merch/marketing department. Requested over on ao3!

You work in the marketing department of the studio, so of course you see all the designs and such for merchandise. However, one merchandise design in particular caught both you and Kikaku’s eye, but not in a very good way. When you saw it, you both looked at each other, then back at it, then back at each other. And when you found out who the original designer was, that made things a little easier for you two.

However, one thing led to another, and you walked into the room to let Kikaku know that you were about to leave, and you found that he had Uramichi tied up to a chair with one arm free. You had to take a moment to process what you were seeing, looking back between both boys.

“Kikaku.”

“Yes?”

“Why is he tied up?”

“Okay, so, do you remember when we found out who designed that thing we were supposed to make a crap ton of?”

“Yeah?”

“Well! Turns out, he works right here in this same studio! I called him over here and well, thats that. So if you could… keep an eye on him for me, that would be great!” Before you object to this, however, he was already walking out the door.

“Wha-?! Don’t leave us here, Kikaku!” You sighed softly and turned to face Uramichi.

“I’m so sorry about him, I wasn’t expecting him to just… tie you up like this.”

“No, it’s fine, not like I had anything else planned for tonight..”

“Let me at least untie you..” you made your way over to him, untying him.

“I don’t want you getting in trouble because of me.”

“Oh don’t worry about me. He may be a little… unhinged at times, but he’s really sweet a lot of the time.”

“Uh huh..” he didn’t sound too convinced, which made you chuckle a bit.

“Well.. once you get to know him, he’s really nice.” You pulled up a chair, once you were done untying him, avoiding the plushies on the ground.

“If you want, I can stay here with you?”

“You don’t have to do that, uh… I don’t think I caught your name,”

“Oh! It’s Y/n.” You sat down in the chair you had pulled up as he stretched his arms, as if to get feeling back in them, especially the arm that had been tied up.

“You really don’t have to stay here, Y/n, I don’t want to keep you awake.”

“I don’t really mind, I don’t really have much else to do either.” You shrugged. “Besides, I would feel bad if I left you here by yourself.” He went quiet after that, going back to working on his little drawing. It was quiet for a little while, but it was a comfortable silence. Though after a while, you did manage to strike up a conversation with him, talking to him throughout the rest of the night, getting to know the other a little better.

“Well, uh, we’ve been here all night, huh?” You yawned softly, resting your head on the desk.

“Yeah, it looks it.” Uramichi sighed and looked back at you, feeling a bit bad that you had stayed here all night with him, even if he didn’t show it on his face. He was brought out of his thoughts as he heard that your breathing had slowed down, indicating that you had fallen asleep.

“Oh, Y/n..” he stood up, went over to you, and gently picked you up, bringing you over to the couch in the room, and gently set you down. Though he was pretty tired himself, he didn’t want you to sleep on the hard table, he turned to leave, but glanced back at you.

“…I’ll see you around, Y/n.” He mumbled before leaving the room to get sleep as well.

And you two did see each other more often, you would occasionally check up on him after recording sessions, he would come and find you in the marketing department room working on new designs for merchandise, and you two would chat for a while, catch up on what’s going on.

Of course, everyone in the studio started to notice how close you two have gotten, noticing you two leave together occasionally, and they’ve definitely noticed how much… happier Uramichi has been lately since he started hanging around you. He still has his moments, though.

You may or may not have also developed feelings for Uramichi, and vice versa for him, but you haven’t mentioned it to anyone, and neither has he. However, Kikaku and a few others have definitely noticed how you act around him, and have caught on to your feelings.

“Y/n, when are you going to confess to him?” Kikaku suddenly asked you when you walked into your shared office.

“What?” You had to take a moment to process his words, before shaking your head, a very faint blush on your face. “I.. it’s not like that, we’re just friends..!”

“Uh-huh… Y/n, you’ve got it bad. We’ve all seen how you act around him. You’re so happy and you make him happy, and it’s only a matter of time before either of you confess.”

“Sure, sure, keep thinking that.” You went to your desk to start on your work, not knowing what he had in mind.

The rest of the day went by normally, you and Kikaku just talked about whatever else came to mind as you two worked, occasionally throwing ideas around for merchandise and other things, while plushies were also being thrown around since there were so many of them.

You were getting ready to leave for the day, when you heard Kikaku calling for you. Curious, you went over to where you had heard his voice. Though there is no sight of him, but one thing, or rather, person, caught your attention.

“Uramichi?” You went over to him, seeing that he was in the same predicament as the first time you met.

“Well… this is rather familiar, huh?” You shook your head and started untying him.

“Did he tell you what this was all about?” You asked him.

“Told me it had something to do with you… and feelings.” Oh that bastard wanted you to confess so badly he had to do this?? Oh you were going to get him back for this.

“I am… so so sorry he dragged you into this.”

“No, it’s okay, Y/n. I do have a question for you, though.” You glanced back at him, giving him a look of ‘go on’ as you continue to untie him.

“Do you… have feelings for me? Is that what this is all about?”

“Huh?” you had to stop what you were doing, a light blush on your face now. “W..well, uh, I…” before you could say anything else, he cut you off,

“Because if you do… not only would I be absolutely surprised that you would have feelings for me of all people, but… I would be happy… if you did.” Wait a minute. He basically just confessed his feelings for you.

“You.. have feelings for me?” A silent nod followed your question.

“Oh, Uramichi..” you had finished untying him at this point, a faint smile on your face. “I feel the same way.”

“Do you really?”

“I do. That’s… what this whole thing was about, and again I am so sorry he quite literally roped you into this.”

“Well.. at least one good thing happened from this. Besides, we can get back at him later.”

“That is true, and you bet that I will get back at him for this. Now come on, let’s get out of here.” You helped him up, now walking out of the studio, hand-in-hand. While you were going to get Kikaku back for this, you were silently thanking him for helping you at the same time.

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what-the-dark-has-foretold · 3 years ago

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For your event, can you do Kikaku from Uramichi Oniisan + bdsm in which reader is the sub? Either female reader or gn is fine! Also congrats on the milestone 💖

Yesss. Thank you for the request. I love my unhinged bf

To the event (still open)

Kikaku x sub!reader

Warnings: implied impact play, implied hickeys (a lot of them), light bdsm, gn!reader, kikaku being his slightly unhinged self

Note: I tried to not make it oc so he might seem a bit unhinged here. I hope you don't mind 😅

He was positively buzzing as he stood above you on the bed. Eyes wide and muscles still tense from his stressful work day. He had grabbed you by the wrist when he came home, dragging you to your shared bedroom as he muttered unintelligible things under his breath. Now he was breathing heavily, you could see his chest rise and fall as he looked down to were you laid so pretty for him. Completely exposed, ankles and wrists each tied together. You could see his hand twitch and couldn't help but mewl - call out to him - back arching towards him - knowing that hand would come into contact with your skin later. Was aching for it already. And then there were his parted lips, puffing air, that would suck blooming flowers unto you. You could already see the pretty bruises that would litter your body for you to trace afterwards.

#kikaku hanbee #kikaku x reader #kikaku smut #big brother uramichi #life lessons with uramichi #what-the-dark-has-foretold #smut #mdni #thirst

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doppopoppo · 3 years ago

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I love your writing a lot!! I read it all the time it’s so good <3

Can I request the number 11 prompt as hcs with all of them?? (Iketeru, Usahara, Uramichi, Kumatani, even hanbei in there) And if that doesn’t work my top pick is Iketeru thank you SO much

I’m afraid of the Dark

|| Life Lesson Character's Headcanon ||

|| Warnings: teasing, (if you squint) maybe minor sexual implication ||

|| Various • GN!Reader ||

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Uramichi 💙

Uramichi got Halloween weekend off, as in a proper week off. No spending time with the crew, but his dearest! With no company event or party to attend, he was ready to spend the weekend at home with you. Except you had another idea.

Haunted house!

One opened up in his neighborhood and you really wanted to attend. Uramichi refused to go and reminded you of how you were sort of afraid of the dark. You argued you had Uramichi to save you if needed. No ghost can get to you with his wall of a body in the way.

Whenever an employee dressed up as a ghost got too close to either of your liking, Uramichi gave them his infamous glare.

You also used this as a rather valid excuse to push yourself against him and feel his arms. “I’m afraid of the dark.” You pretended. But truth be told, this place was a little creepy.

It was difficult to walk as all you wanted to do now was relax and sleep in his warm and safe body. Maybe he was right, you guys should’ve stayed in.

Somewhere along the way, I swear, this man began empathizing with the employees.

“Huh, I could’ve sworn Uramichi was right behind me when I came in here.” You whispered to yourself. Confused as to when you lost him.

So, you began retracing your steps. Stepping aside for the other attendees inside the haunted attraction.

Your ears perk up, “Yea, I understand how that feels. Especially when the kids come up…” you hear his voice!

Quickening up your pace you found him in no time in the Yokai attraction. He was conversing with a monkey Yokai. From what you could hear, they were both complaining about their jobs, not getting paid enough, and whatnot.

You chuckled to yourself. He didn’t want to come here, calling it childish but here he is. Probably befriending the workers here when he didn’t even want to befriend his own.

You felt a hand creep up your back, and you jumped off to the side. “BWAHAHAHA!” One of the workers shouted in your ear.

Screw Uramichi, you ran back down the way to the end of the haunted house. He can relax with his fellow dead people. One is mentally dead, the other is a dead ghost, a match made in Heaven!

Uramichi came home to find you laying on his bed. You pulled him into the bed and mumbled something about wanting to cuddle. He snickered as to how the tables have turned. He had a decent time at the attraction while you were the one begging to cuddle.

"Afraid of the dark or not, I promise to always keep you safe." Uramichi promised. He kissed the top of your head and enjoyed the rest of the quiet evening with you.

Usahara 💖

He was confused as to why you were cowering under the covers. It broke his heart to see his little babe all panicky. Slowly he approached his bed, as to not scare you even further.

“Y/N, babe, it’s me. Usahara.” He said in a hushed tone. You peek up from underneath the covers, your eyes glassy and displaying sorrow. He heard your quivering voice call out to him in question.

Instead of asking what was wrong, he got underneath the cover and wrapped his arms around your shaking figure. The affectionate gesture seemed to have soothed you, but you were still afraid. He could feel how clammy your palms were, see your sweat-drenched forehead, and how your body was still cold despite it being under the covers for some time now.

You closed your eyes in hopes of some relief, but fear quickly took over when you realized you cannot see any dwelling threat. So, you opened up your eyes and looked up at Usahara. He gave a kiss to your forehead and gave you a light squeeze. This calmed you down even further.

“I- I’m afraid of the dark.” You whispered up to him. “It’s okay.” He smiled down at you, “I’ve got you.” He gave you a soft kiss on the lips.

Usahara sang for you, in hopes of helping you calm your nerves. So you can finally go to sleep. Fortunately neither of you had to be up in the morning, meaning you can sleep in to your hearts content. He reminded you he’ll be here when you open your eyes in the morning.

Iketeru 💚

“Y/N, stop it.” You heard him whine. You could hear the slight fear in his voice. “Stooop! No matter what you do, I’m not afraid of the dark.”

“But I’m not doing anything? I'm not even near you!” You were still sitting in the chair.

Iketeru started shrieking once he knew you weren’t the one crawling your fingers up his thigh, he ran around the room.

Both of you were currently locked inside Iketeru’s green room and neither of your phones had service. You already tried banging on the door in hopes someone would open it, but they were currently on air for a segment Iketeru was not a part of. So, no one was at his end of the hallway right now.

You asked him if he was sure he wasn’t imagining it, to which he was for sure. The lights were off because Lady Luck was not on your side. The lightbulb had fused, how charming!

“Ike, stop running around. It won’t help our predicament.” You playfully rolled your eyes at your friend's reaction. An idea popped into your head. You guys may not have the lightbulb, but you had a flashlight in your phone! You turned it on and pointed in random directions.

You spotted a large plant, “See! It was just some plants tickling you, that’s all." you chuckled at him.

“Not funny, Y/N.” Iketeru fixed his composure and straightened out his work uniform. “Uhuh, and someone here said he wasn’t afraid of the dark.” You teased him. “I am not!” He defended himself.

While you were thinking of a way out, Iketeru checked out of the conversation. Looks like you both had to wait for the current segment to end so Utano could open the door since her room was right next to his.

“UFO.” You said in your best Kumatani voice.

Automatically, a ghost onigiri dressed up as a bear floated above Iketerus' head. He definitely checked out of the conversation.

It doesn’t matter anyway. You have the perfect blackmail material saved in your phone the video even has a heart. Just so you could visit it whenever you felt down. Something about Iketeru screaming as if he’s singing, was oddly entertaining yet music to the ears.

Kumatani 🤎

“I’m afraid of the dark.” You muttered to no one. The apartment was well lit. The sun is shining through, bright and scorching out. The sun shows no mercy as its heat waves sweep across Tokyo in this calm afternoon.

Yet here you were, hunched over the living room coffee table. You were feeling all these intense red and black emotions. Your mind is clouded by fear and anxiety, unsure of what to do to calm yourself down. The darkness and being unable to see anything clearly scared you.

Your arms wrapped themselves around you, to bring some sense of relief, which never came. Your cheeks felt wet, you weren’t sure when the crystal clear liquid began to fall.

The front doors to the empty apartment opened, and the person came in. Kumatani thought you were out as he didn’t hear the usual, “Welcome home, honey!” When he saw you all bundled up by the table, his heart broke into pieces. He could still make out the dark circles under your eyes.

You were strong but knew when to hit the brakes and take a step back if needed for your mental health. So whatever is currently going on in your life or mind, must have all compiled up into one big mental breakdown.

He ran to wrap his own arms around your arms and gave you a light squeeze. A reminder that you were not alone, he was right by your side. Right at this moment, everything was too much.

You mumbled to Kumatani about being afraid of the dark. For a split second, he was confused since the room was lit up like a Christmas tree, but he quickly came to understand what you meant.

Whatever you were going through, he was here to help you along the way. He got up and went to turn off the lights. Maybe what you needed was the darkness, not the light. To give your eyes and mind a rest from overthinking, worrying, and hurting yourself. He hugged you and lightly scratched your scalp, in hopes you would get some shut-eye.

Kikaku 🖤

Afraid of the dark? No worries honey, the darks afraid of Kikaku.

You could’ve sworn your place was haunted, but when Kikaku came to visit, the place oddly felt calming. You didn’t even consider it’s because you might have had feelings for him or just genuinely feel calm around a friend like him. It's a bit chaotic.

Either way, whenever you slept over or he had a sleepover at your place, you were no longer afraid of the dark.

One time when you guys went to a haunted house festival, Kikaku yelled back at all the employees who were meant to scare attendees. Kikaku was almost hired to work for them.

One night during a sleepover at Kikaku’s place, you felt him slide into your futon. “What’s wrong?” You asked him. Neither of you ever slept in the same futon, always your own.

“Please don’t leave me. It’s all darkness when you’re not with me.” He huddled up to your back. Not sure if this was a confession, you knew what you wanted to say to him.

You turned around and hugged his head. “You know I won’t leave you.” His crazy hair tickled your chin. “I love you too much to do that.”

BONUS:

Uebu 💜

I headcanon this man as being in the dark often. Probably playing games or watching anime outside of work. Whether you’re a good friend of his or his partner, you’d have to get used it.

Why?

“Tsk. Close the door,” his skillful fingers pressing the buttons strategically on the controller, “and turn off the godawful lights.” Uebu hissed under his breath.

It was the weekend, so you decided to pay him a visit. It’s been a while since you last spoke to him. It’s almost Christmas and the company wanted a bunch of new merchandise to be made. Something about kids wanting it for Christmas gifts and sales rising.

This was a common routine. You come in. Turn on the lights. Make sure the door is closed. Lights are off again, per his request. Daytime or nighttime, or doesn’t matter. The lights have to be closed.

You two met a few years back during senior year in college. For the final project, you both had decided to work at his place since he had the equipment for it. At first, it creeped you out and you told him you were afraid of the dark. But he didn’t care. Said you could leave while he did everything on his own and would just say you both did it. This wasn’t fair and you decided to stay. Luckily there was still my sunlight outside and he had let you open the curtains.

You both loved anime and video games, so you naturally decided to befriend him. Thus, you became accustomed to being in the dark because of him.

You hit Uebu’s head with a soft, plastic bag, “Stop playing Dead by Daylight,” you sat down on his bed, “I brought pizza and cotton candy.”

“That’s an odd combination of junk food.” His monotone voice commented.

You threw the cotton candy at home and told him to shut up.

Author’s Note:

Henlo there! Thank you for being patient and very understanding, but here is the request! I can't believe I got a request from a blog I've been following for awhile now. You are amazing and I love your contents, the best place to go! Love you baby 💜

Thank you for enjoying my works and I'm glad you like them 🥺 I wanted to write them in paragraph form, but I found it easier to bullet with my schedule, so I hope you still find it entertaining!

Enjoy!

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flirtyletters · 2 years ago

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Hello, could you make Kikaku boyfriend headcanons pls

boyfriend headcanons

kikaku hanbee

gender neutral reader

kikaku is very considerate of you, always ending a conversation with "now now there's no need to be afraid of me" while trying to look a little less murderous than usual. he is self aware and knows well that stress can sometimes make him look scary or so the neighbourhood children tell him.

he is a cuddler once he gets comfortable with you. he likes to hold you while sleeping, and mumbles disturbing stuff in his dreams. why does it feel like he is the villain in his nightmares?!

he's good at giving advice. he may not look reliable but anytime you feel lost, he gives you his honest opinion and it sure helps. he is one responsible guy! he also speaks in a mature manner. if you value honesty about everything, kikaku is a gem. his "sense of humour", that is his dark mumbling, can be terrifying but digest it and you find truth in those. no sugarcoating allowed in his household!

he is very straightforward about how serious he is about his work. if his job demands, he will prioritise it. always. he needs you to be fine with it. he lays his cards before beginning the relationship. once he feels that it's getting serious, he doesn't run away, instead sticks around, telling you all about his past and plans for the future. there's no point beating around the bush if it's going to go in flames later. if you are serious about your career, he respects and admires you a lot, often complimenting you when he sees you working hard.

he's a guy who'd like to move in with you if possible. time is already scarce, might as well make the most of the free time that you two have. sharing household chores also greatly reduces the hassle so it's a win win.

he is not exactly romantic. gifts and specially planned dates aren't his forte but in the long run, he is a keeper. he is quite practical, accepting that everyone has flaws, keenly observing you and understanding how you function, protective of you, and ready to stand up for you whenever needed. he introduces you as his partner when you run into someone you know and takes care of you.

he keeps forgetting anniversaries. you'll just have to live with that.

if anybody flirts with you, he shows them the evil eye that screams murder. they run away really fast.

#gender neutral reader #big brother uramichi #life lessons with uramichi oniisan #fluff #x mc #kikaku hanbee #x reader #imagines #x you #this is my limited knowledge on the dude 💀💀

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chubbunnyy · 3 years ago

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If you could, could you please write for Uramichi/Kikaku? That ship is lacking fic :(

hi sweetheart, i’m sorry but i only do x reader stuff :(

#toby’s inbox

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reallyromealone · 1 year ago

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NSFW ALPHABET EVENT 2023

MASTERLIST

Fukuzawa F,K,R

kikaku uramichi A I k T z

Taiju x male reader A,B,D

Diluc and Angry C,D,I,N,Y

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zapreportsblog · 1 year ago

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➥ Uramichi Omota :

A Glimpse Of Light

Unveiling the Hidden Life

➥ Iketeru Daga :

A Shift in Perception

A Brave Step

➥ Mitsuo Kumatani :

A Furry Surprise

➥ Hanbee Kikaku :

Connections

What Started Off As A Work Encounter Turnt Into Something More

➥ Tobikichi Usahara :

debts and new beginnings

➥ Utano Tadano :

➥ Saito Uebu :

360 personality

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zapreportsblog · 1 year ago

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What Started Off As A Work Encounter Turnt Into Something More

➥ summary : No one really expects to fall in love

➥ Hanbee Kikaku x Reader, Life Lessons With Uramichi Oniisan x Reader

As I stepped into the bustling office on my first day of work, nerves and excitement swirled within me. I had just joined a prestigious marketing firm, and my mind was racing with thoughts about the new challenges and opportunities that lay ahead. I was Hanbee Kikaku, a young and ambitious individual determined to make a mark in the competitive world of advertising.

As I settled into my desk, surrounded by stacks of papers and the hum of conversations around me, my eyes caught a glimpse of someone who instantly drew my attention. She was (y/n), a captivating woman with an air of grace and intelligence about her. She was engrossed in her work, focused and efficient, and I couldn't help but feel drawn to her from the very first moment.

Over the next few days, we crossed paths occasionally, sharing smiles and polite greetings. We hadn't formally introduced ourselves, but each encounter left a lasting impression on me. There was an air of mystery surrounding her, and I found myself yearning to know more about this enigmatic woman who seemed to have an aura of both professionalism and warmth.

One afternoon, as I was making my way to the break room, I noticed (y/n) sitting alone at a table, sipping her coffee while engrossed in a book. The opportunity presented itself, and I mustered the courage to approach her. "Hi, (y/n), right?" I said, trying to hide my nervousness with a smile.

She looked up from her book, her eyes meeting mine, and she returned the smile. "Yes, that's right. And you must be Hanbee, the new recruit," she replied, her voice gentle and welcoming.

We engaged in a delightful conversation, discovering shared interests and passions beyond our professional lives. As the days passed, our interactions grew more frequent, and a natural camaraderie began to develop between us.

I admired (y/n)'s dedication and creativity in her work, and she, in turn, appreciated my ambition and determination. We found ourselves spending lunch breaks together, exploring nearby cafes and discussing ideas for potential projects. Our conversations ranged from lighthearted banter to deep discussions about our dreams and aspirations.

The more time I spent with her, the more my admiration for (y/n) grew into something deeper. Her intelligence, kindness, and wit intrigued me, and I couldn't help but wonder if there was a chance for something more between us. However, I also hesitated, fearful of jeopardizing our blossoming friendship.

One evening, as we worked late on a project together, I found myself lost in her presence. The dim office lights seemed to highlight the warmth in her eyes, and I felt an inexplicable connection with her. I finally mustered the courage to ask her out for coffee outside of work, hoping she would agree.

To my relief and joy, (y/n) smiled and agreed, her eyes reflecting the same intrigue and interest I felt. That coffee date marked the beginning of something beautiful. As we sipped our drinks and shared stories about our lives outside of work, I knew that my heart had found a special place for (y/n).

Little did I know that this chance encounter would become the starting point of a journey filled with laughter, shared dreams, and the possibility of love. With (y/n) by my side, I felt more determined than ever to conquer the challenges of the marketing world and, perhaps, discover an even greater adventure in the process - the journey of falling in love.

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As the days turned into weeks, Hanbee and (y/n) found themselves spending more and more time together. Inside the office, they became an inseparable team, working collaboratively on projects and brainstorming ideas that would impress their clients. Their synergy was undeniable, and their colleagues often remarked on how well they complemented each other's strengths.

Outside of work, their friendship flourished into something deeper. They explored the city together, visiting art galleries, trying out new restaurants, and attending various events. Each adventure brought them closer, and they discovered shared interests that fueled their connection.

One Saturday afternoon, they decided to take a break from their busy schedules and enjoy a relaxing day at the park. The sun bathed the surroundings in warm golden hues, and a gentle breeze rustled through the trees. As they strolled along the winding paths, their laughter filled the air, creating an aura of pure joy.

Sitting on a cozy bench, (y/n) shared some of her favorite childhood memories, and Hanbee listened with rapt attention, feeling grateful that she was willing to share such personal stories with him. He, in turn, opened up about his dreams and aspirations, sharing his vision for the future.

As the sun began to set, they found themselves talking about deeper topics, discussing their fears, and the hurdles they had overcome in their lives. It was a moment of vulnerability, and the trust they had built allowed them to confide in each other with ease.

As the days turned into nights, Hanbee and (y/n) would often have movie nights at each other's apartments, curling up on the couch with popcorn and a selection of films. They cherished these intimate moments, finding solace and comfort in each other's company.

However, amidst all the laughter and shared experiences, Hanbee couldn't ignore the growing feelings he had for (y/n). He found himself captivated by her every word, her every gesture, and her every smile. He had fallen for her, and the fear of losing their friendship held him back from confessing his true emotions.

Similarly, (y/n) felt a deep connection with Hanbee that she had never experienced before. She admired his dedication, his kindness, and his unwavering support. Yet, she too hesitated to reveal her feelings, fearing that it might change the dynamics between them.

One evening, as they were sitting on the rooftop of Hanbee's apartment building, gazing at the stars, the atmosphere seemed to be charged with unspoken emotions. Hanbee took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest, and he mustered the courage to say, "You know, (y/n), spending time with you has been the best part of my days. You're incredibly special to me, and I can't help but wonder if... if there's something more between us."

(Y/n) turned to him, her eyes searching his face, and smiled softly. "Hanbee, I feel the same way," she confessed. "You've become such an important person in my life, and I can't imagine my days without you."

In that moment, all the hesitations and fears melted away, and they found comfort in each other's arms. The stars above seemed to shine brighter, reflecting the newfound happiness in their hearts.

From that day on, Hanbee and (y/n) began a beautiful journey of love. Their friendship served as the solid foundation upon which they built a meaningful and passionate relationship. As they navigated the ups and downs of life together, they knew that they were each other's greatest support and most cherished companion. And so, their love story continued to unfold, filled with endless adventures, shared dreams, and the promise of a future hand in hand.

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