#manjirou smut

[bebe-writes-stuff]

It was risky and wrong, but you didn’t care; all you cared about was the desperate need to cum. You looked down at Mikey as he devoured you, his mouth working on you as if you were his last meal. Your mind was unraveling from the relentless orgasms he had forcefully drawn out of you despite your pleas for him to stop, but he ignored every word. Your back was against the tree he had pinned you to, starting with a heated make-out session before moving lower and lower.

"Mikey, no, the meeting is gonna start soon, and everyone is gonna come. And if someone sees us like this—" you whispered, trying to push his head away from under your skirt.

"Just a little taste, Y/n. No one is gonna find us here, at least if you keep quiet. C'mon," he insisted, lifting your skirt to nuzzle his head under.

You shivered as his fingers slowly ran through your folds. "You're so fucking wet. Did you really get this wet just from making out, you fucking slut."

You turned your head to the side, avoiding his gaze. "F-fuck you. You're one to talk. Your dick is probably leaking by now."

"Yeah, I'm hard as fuck, and that's for you and only you, babe."

Your legs trembled as you felt the vibrations of his voice on your sensitive clit. "Yeah, you like that? Rubbing your clit with my tongue. Your pussy is throbbing."

His tongue swirled in circles on your clit, occasionally fucking your hole.

Biting your bottom lip to keep from making noise, you tugged on his hair. "Mikey, fuck, don't stop, don't you fucking dare stop," you moaned, your head falling back.

"Yeah, cum on my tongue, just like that. Good girl."

You covered your mouth with both hands, stifling your screams as you came again, your cum being lapped up by Mikey. Finally, he pulled away, his mouth wet, cum dripping down his chin. His lustful eyes locked onto your tear-filled ones. Gasping for air, your chest heaved as you slowly slid down, your legs giving way as you sank to the ground, eyes fluttering shut.

You gasped when you heard a shout from afar, "MIKEY! WHERE ARE YOU, DAMMIT? DID YOU FORGET WE GOT A MEETING?"

Mikey pulled you into his lap, and you felt his rock-hard cock against your exposed, bare pussy. He moved his hips upward, grinding into you. "Y/n, shh, keep your mouth shut," he commanded, his voice rough and desperate, mirroring his fast and hard strokes. "I'm gonna fuck this pussy, and you better stay quiet." He placed his palm over your mouth, muffling your sounds as he took his cock out. You gripped the grass beneath you as he spread your pussy with his throbbing cock.

"Yeah, you like being my bitch," he whispered in your ear, thrusting up into you, holding your hips in place. "Don't run away now; you deserve this dick ramming inside you."

His tone was sadistic as he shoved his fingers in your mouth. "Suck on my fingers. That'll keep your mouth busy."

"Wanna feel that pussy pulse and clench on my dick. You hear me? You better cum on this cock, or you won't be cumming for the next week."

You were too fucked out of your mind to respond, just a moaning, wet, and sticky mess. All you could do was nod and take whatever he gave you.

"Yeah, cum for me, baby. Cum on this dick. It's all yours. Mm, fuck yeah, just like that. Tight fucking pussy."

...

--YALL I CAN'T CONTINUE THIS, BITCH I WAS FUCKING SWEATING WHILE WRITING THIS 😭😭😭

But if yall want me to continue it idk let me know, ima go cry now--

[effetsecndaires]

— 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤.

PAIRING | manjiro sano x fem!reader.

CONTENT WARNING | smut, pregnancy, bonten timeline.

NOTE | I know the pregnancy trope isn't everyone's cup of tea and I could see it with the poll, but I had to make a decision 🥲 enjoy! wc: 1,2k

“You’re upset.” Mikey whispered, his voice slightly muffled against your damp hair. "Talk to me."

"I'm not upset." you spoke lowly, staring at your knees that poked out of the water.

Mikey tucked some of your hair behind your ear, placing a lingering kiss to your temple.

"Don't lie to me."

One of his hands moved to rest on your stomach, his thumb beginning to trace random patterns on your bump which was growing more and more each day. You sighed in response to his touch, closing your eyes.

"You know why I'm upset, Mikey." you eventually answered, allowing yourself to relax a bit more in his arms, straightening your legs underwater as the warm water relaxed your muscles.

You remained quiet for a moment then opened your mouth as if to speak, only to pause again. Mikey kissed your cheek to encourage you and after some time, you collected your words.

"I'm just scared." you admitted quietly.

Mikey frowned, waiting for you to continue. "I'm scared that one day I'll wake up to a call from one of your men telling me that you’ve been arrested, injured, or worse. I'm scared that one day i'll have to raise my child alone because you've been taken from me." you explained, releasing a shaky sigh. "I'm just sick of living with the fear that every day we spend together might be the last."

Mikey placed a finger under your chin as you spoke, making you look at him. He wanted to say something but you cut him off before he got the chance.

"You've been playing with fire ever since you pushed Draken away all those years ago. He was the only one capable of keeping you on the right track." you said, marking a pause as you stared into his tired eyes. "You're digging your own grave Mikey, and it's only a matter of time before someone puts a bullet in your head." You snapped, freeing your chin from his grip and turning your head to stare at the water again.

Silence fell over the room at the mention of Draken, a soft sigh leaving Mikey's lips while you closed your eyes again to try to rid your mind of the toxic thoughts.

You eventually broke the silence after a moment, swallowing to hold back the lump in your throat. Your hand came to rest on your belly, hoping to feel a kick from your baby to bring yourself some comfort.

"I'm sorry." you mumbled, choking up. "I... I shouldn't have said that. It's just, I don't know what I'd do if—"

"Shh." Mikey interrupted your rambling, a quiet sound of surprise escaping your lips as he guided your jaw and leaned down to kiss you. When you parted from the kiss, a tear had rolled down your cheek. "It's alright." Mikey murmured. "Nothing's gonna happen to me. I promise."

"Let's run away, Manjiro." you said,completely dismissing him and turning slightly so you could look at him, reaching out to place a hand on his cheek. "Let's move to Europe, or America. Somewhere new. Away from trouble, away from everything we know. Just you, me, and the baby." you begged.

Mikey inhaled deeply. There's a chance he was getting frustrated with this conversation, but you didn't care. You had every right to be upset, scared even.

"You know that's not possible." he said, his right hand trailing lower down your stomach. You were about to protest but Mikey cut you off with a kiss, probably to shut you up. You sighed against his mouth and jerked slightly in surprise as his hand dipped between your legs, his middle and ring finger finding your clit and rubbing it in circles. He set a slow, sensual pace, his main goal being to relax you. Almost out of instinct you spread your legs until your knees hit the sides of the tub, granting him easier access.

"Now be a good girl and stop worrying so much, hm...? I know what i'm doing." he murmured, your soft whimpers and sighs of appreciation prompting him to continue. You began to squirm, your hands gripping onto his arms. "I won't get arrested, I won't get injured, I won't die. You're not getting rid of me anytime soon."

You know he's lying. Mikey doesn't have everything under control like he claims he does — far from it. He's exhausted. He's sad. He's distant. He's only saying this because he wants to be done with this conversation and he doesn't want you to worry.

You released a shaky breath, reaching behind your shoulder to tangle your fingers in his silver hair, deciding not to say anything. You gasped when he slipped a finger inside of you, his thumb simultaneously flicking the bundle of nerves between your thighs.

“So beautiful.” Mikey whispered to himself, pushing in another finger. You began to squirm, the movement causing you to slide a few inches down into the water. "Do you have any idea how long I've dreamed of seeing you pregnant?” Mikey whispered in your ear, pausing to take your lobe between his teeth and nibble gently, “To finally see this beautiful bump. I can't wait for it to be all big and swollen from my baby growing inside of it."

“God— Mikey.” you breathed out, your hips instinctively lifting as his fingers rubbed calculated circles into your clit.

“Fuck, say my name again.”

You did as you were told, his name leaving your lips in a whimper. Mikey's free hand moved upwards and cupped your breast, his thumb toying with your erect nipple. You arched your back further, your lips parting as you panted and moaned, the water beginning to splash over the edge of the bathtub. Mikey's erection was pressing against your back, the friction caused by your squirming making him groan.

"Don't stop," you cried out, grabbing his arm that was wrapped around your body and digging your nails into his skin. "Oh fuck, Mikey, right there," you moaned loudly, your eyes fluttering shut as the pressure built up in your belly, your walls clenching around his fingers. Your hand fisted in his hair and you tilted your head to kiss him, muffling your moans that were getting louder by the minute. He pumped his fingers and rubbed your clit until you were a whimpering mess underneath him, begging and pleading for him not to stop, as if he would anyway.

“Come for me, princess. Wanna make you feel good.” He whispered softly against your lips. You moaned loudly as your orgasm took over, your back arching away from his chest and legs spreading as far as they'll go while Mikey pumped you through your high, never relenting until you slowly came down.

He eventually removed his fingers, using them to circle your clit a couple more times before bringing his hand back to your belly and kissing the side of your head lovingly.

The sudden absence of sound left your ears ringing, only heavy panting and the gentle pitter-patter of waterdrops touching the water filling the air. You started to relax again in Mikey's arms, you body thoroughly spent.

The two of you stayed wrapped up in each other for a while despite the water having turned cold, enjoying the rare moment of intimacy you were currently sharing, not wanting to let go just yet.

[dlscenarios]

MDNI

The Sano boys LOVE eating pussy.

Shinichiro loves having a pretty woman sit on his face. Maybe he’s just desperate from all of the rejections, but his dying wish is to be suffocating in between someone’s thighs. He’ll wrap his arms around his girl’s thighs, keeping her down so that he can eat her out to his heart’s content.

Manjiro would pout until his lover lets him eat her out. He’ll be on top of her, trailing kiss down until he reaches his pussy. He starts with wet kisses to her clit before diving in. He loves to keep his eyes locked on his partner and watch as she falls apart from him.

[nikki-152006]

(Y/n): I need help with math. Kisaki: I'll lay a bed of mathematicians for you if you want, my love. Hanma: Do that, simp. I'll teach you, (Name). I'll teach you to count all inches on- *Kisaki shoots him*

from [chapter 22- no nonsense numbskulls]

Ameliorate - [Tokyo Revengers X Reader]

[may0hah]

Bonten!Mikey

Okay, he's definitely like enjoys having you sitting on his face. Imagine you have a stressful day and he just tells you to climb into bed and lie down on his face and he'll do the job.

- Manjirou... - You moaned nonstop, your voice was getting louder and your legs wouldn't stop shaking, mikey loved that.

- Cum for me, princess.

And when you come in his mouth, roll all over his face while holding his white hair tight he smiles smugly.

Hmm, what I like best to imagine is that he makes you sit on his face again, even if you are super sensitive from the previous orgasm.

This man does everything to make you happy, he puts you on all fours and fucks you orgasm after orgasm, definitely makes you cum with his fingers with ease.

Hoho, I guess I better stop here cuz my thoughts about his hands are taking over me

[missy-0-piink]

Hi! I saw that you have open requests for Tokyo Revengers. 👉🏻👈🏻😳

Honestly, my one and only true love has always been Mikey so after finally finishing the manga recently I couldn't help myself in having unholy thoughts about him once more 😩... Just thinking about rimming Mikey has me going feral, so could you please write something about it? 👉🏻👈🏻🥺

Awgh 😫

Which mikey thoughhhhhh

Bc like, my personal fav is Bonten Mikey always 🫶🥺

And godddddd could you imagine?! He’d be so fucking delicious as he stays on all fours, head lowered as he trembles at the way your tongue flicks against his rim

He’s quiet at first, before he gets comfortable, but the way his body twitches and tenses and trembles when you hit the right spots tells you all you need to know

His breath keeps hitching when you lick across his taint, and he knows it’s filthy but it feels so good and the way you knead his thighs and buttocks, spreading them apart makes him mewl quietly

He’s nervous at the prospect of making himself so vulnerable in front of another, years of violence attributing to that, but the way you’re so soft with him makes him melt against his will

He knows he shouldn’t let his guard down, not even to people he trusts, but you make it so hard with your kind words and gentle touches

He jolts when you actually suck his hole, a startled whimper leaving him as the feeling sends bursts of pleasure through his system

“Are you alright, Manjirou?” You ask so softly, so sweet to him and it makes him lose that little thread of self control he had

He pushes hit ass slightly back towards your face, chasing your mouth, a soft whine leaving him,

“Yes.” He gasps out, looking back at you over his shoulder, and god, the view of his glossy eyes and needy face slightly obscured by his hair makes you throb with arousal.

“Please, (name)” he begs so quietly, his voice wobbly and you cant deny him when he looks like that at you

You dive back in, although not without placing a sweet kiss to his rim, and literally make out with his fluttering hole, one hand keeping his cheeks spread and the other fondling his heavy balls and thumb pressing down on his perineum

The sensation has him letting out a choked off moan as his shoulders tense, arms gripping the sheets like a lifeline

“(Name)-“ he gasps out like a prayer, “please!”

His voice is so needy and so is his body, and you can feel him tremble against your mouth

“It’s alright baby, I’ll take care of you,” you soothe, and you swear you can see his eyes watering with unshed tears

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Sorry it ended so abruptly, but I didn’t know if you wanted him to cum by rimming or not, so I settled with a little snippet instead

Hope you enjoy! I know I did 😏

Also, which mikey is are your guys’ favourite? Mine is Bonten Mikey, but Manila Mikey makes me cry as well, and the og timeline Mikey was actually pretty hot ngl LMAO

[stxrmylxve]

Hi! Can I ask for nsfw: breeding + jealousy with Mikey?

Okay so I kinda added my own twist and made this bonten!mikey since I think it fits the best 😙

"You think you can just say those things with sanzu? Even if you were high." he spits as his hands wrapped around your neck, guiding you down ruthlessly on his cock even harder.

"I-T-too much!" is all you could call out as you squeezed your eyes shut to not look into his icy glare.

"Eyes open." he says, forcing you to immediately open your eyes again to face the white-haired man.

"S-sorry." you mutter as you avoid his gaze, glancing out the window before his calloused hands came back to turn your head towards him.

"Stop avoiding my gaze, y/n." he says before his eyes light up, only in the slightest, as he felt you clamp down slightly.

"What, you like that talk?" he teases, his old nature coming back for a second as he releases your face with a grin.

"We not talkin' now? Need me to breed your fucking words out?" he coos as his harsh grip comes down on your hips, bruising the plush as he meets your slow thrusts with powerful ones.

"Gonna' fuckin' breed this pussy to show you who you are; mine."

Special mentions: @shelly-ya

[seraphdreams]

PART II — BLINDING LIGHTS.

“sin city’s cold and empty”

CONTAINS. fem!reader, fingering/cunnilingus, bimbo reader <3, haitanis being asses, squirting.

TODAY’S RACERS. senju kawaragi v. manjirou sano.

WORD COUNT. 1.9k.

LINKS. series masterlist — general masterlist.

Onto the second race—The most anticipated so far; tonight’s set of racers were tinkering with their bikes. Sounds of sonorous music from overhead speakers, the revving of engines, and a pleasant fuse of chattering were heard from the main gate. After the events of the first race, you accompanied Koko, helping him collect more money while sitting pretty on his lap. The others didn’t have to know that you were cockwarming him as well, it shouldn’t come as a surprise with the way you practically writhe in his hold.

The bets being placed seem to favor one side over the other which raises your query. “Haji, who’s racing this time?” He’s silent as if your words fell flat once they managed to leave your lips and you wait, hoping he’d respond in the next few seconds. Of course he doesn’t and you call out for him again. “Haji!” He’s finally snapped out of his money-induced focus, snake-like eyes locked onto yours. “Hm?”

You sigh, almost defeated before starting up. “I asked who was racing tonight. Don’t the bets seem a little unfair?”

He sets the money down onto the table behind you. “It’s a bet, of course it’s unfair.” He straightens his posture, lithe hands coming to rest at the plush fat of your hips. “We got an amateur up against Mikey. She’s stupid if she thinks she has a chance.”

“She?” You perk up, a bit more immersed in the topic at hand. “Who’s she?”

Koko’s eyes relax and his pupils narrow as if he’d grown annoyed. He goes back to counting the fat wad of cash, making sure the amount remains consistent. “Sanzu’s little sister.”

Before you had the chance to react, the blaring music stops and the announcer starts.

TEN MINUTES TO RACE 2.

Had you not heard Mochi’s voice on the speaker, you’d forget that you actually have a job to do. You hastily make your way off Kokonoi’s lap, attempting to not wince at the friction while patting your skirt back in place. “Gotta go, Haji! Put $1,000 from me to Senju, please!” You sing-song, trotting in Miu Miu heels on the way to the main road.

“I swear, that girl..” Koko mumbles under his breath, more affectionate than vexed, tucking himself back into his slacks and continuing with the task on hand, setting your specified amount into Senju’s pile.

The racers’ garage space was feeling tense compared to the previous race. Whereas Baji and Kazutora exchanged playful banter, there was silence between Mikey and Senju. Heel trotting filled the silence as you walked onto Mikey’s side of the garage. He really seemed to never want to let that CB250T go, instead having his “anii-ki”modify it once every few years.

“How’s it going, Boss?” Mikey’s kneeled against his bike, seemingly messing with the engine—or maybe it’s the gas? You weren’t too into motorized vehicles but you knew they looked nice. He looks up at you through strands of ivory white hair, his familiar emotionless glance. “It’s good.” He wasn’t much for conversation, especially with you, yet it wasn’t enough to get your spirits down. “Good luck with the race, i’m sure you’ll do great!”

For the first time that you’ve seen it, a hint of a smile quirks on his lips. He softly nods his head and continues to tinker around with the large piece of metal. You redirect yourself to Senju’s side, almost in awe at her setup.

“Senju!” You beam, taking in her appearance. She’d always been a gorgeous girl but seeing her in her tight black biker suit, cherry blossom embroidery around the ankles with the zipper showing an overflowing amount of her chest, you’re left speechless. “Hey, cutie.” She responds, wheeling her bike out of the garage. You get the incentive to follow her along, assuming she’s heading to the start line. “You look so pretty! Forget what the others say, I think you’re gonna win a hundred percent!”

Her eyes widen in adoration, matching your unshakable optimism. “I know I am! I’ll have those fuckers amazed.” You nod along with her, eyes flitting from her cleavage to back to her emerald orbs. She really did resemble her brother in every way. Soon after, Mikey also makes his way to the start line. It’s about two minutes to the race and you make sure to give each of them a kiss on the cheek before heading to your position in between them with your flags in hand.

Ran, Rindou, and Sanzu watch from above on one of the higher floors, looking down at the events taking place beneath them. “God, she’s cute.” Rindou groans, a glass of dark sake in his hand as his older brother hangs off his shoulder. “That’s your little sister, right, Haru?” Ran queries, finding the utmost entertainment in how Sanzu glowers at him.

“Maybe we should fuck her in the back of our car later, yeah? What do you think, Rinnie?”

Rindou takes a quick glance at Sanzu before looking at his brother. “I think that’s a great idea.”

Sanzu’s quick to find somewhere else to watch the race, ticked off at their usual Haitani antics. “You both disgust me.” He growls out, pouring himself a glass of Whiskey. “Love you too.” Ran throws over his shoulder.

FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE!

The racers take off on the track as soon as your checkered flag grazes against the pavement. There was no denying the excitement welled up inside you as you watched the race go on. It seemed like a close match all the way up until the end where Senju pulled her speed out of nowhere, being the first at the finish line despite her lack of racing experience.

She hops off her bike, taking her helmet off and tussling her hair back in place, the widest grin on her face. “Congratulations, Sen! I told you, you’d win for sure!” You hand her the gold trophy with another peck to her cheek. Mikey comes in soon after, looking at the scene in disbelief.

“Guess I lucked out, Invincible Mikey.” Senju taunts at her opponent, nonchalantly waving her trophy around in one hand.

After her bout of throwing jeers at Mikey, you begin to speak again. “Why don’t we celebrate a little in your room?” You suggest. With the quirk of her brow, she knew exactly what you were suggesting, wrapping her arm around your waist and leading you up the steps. “Why don’t we?”

Following her to her suite took less than an ample amount of time, the two of you dexterously sifting through the crowd of people awaiting the next race. Once you got to her room, she sits at the edge of the bed, slowly unzipping the one piece as if she had planned on teasing you.

You watch as her breasts spill from out of their tight confines, pert nipples hardened and slightly lacquered in sweat. “No bra, Sen? Bold girl.” The last words come out as a softer whisper while you make your way between her thighs, kneeling. “Just thought it’d be more comfy.”

Once the zipper reaches its stop at her lower abdomen, she’s slipping out of her outfit, discarding the garment off to the side and leaving herself in nothing but pink lacy panties. The damp spot of her slick is visible through her panties from where you kneel, eyes locked on how she throbs even without touch. Little by little, you pull her thong down until it ruffles at her ankles, slipping them off completely and tossing them to the side. She’s wet, puffy folds covered in essence and clit twitching ever so slightly; as if it’d been awaiting you.

Carefully, you delve your tongue into her core, keeping it still for a short moment until you begin to use the muscle to aid in her pleasure. “A-ah!” Docile whimpers fall from her lips at the initial sensation and her hands grasp at her chest, kneading the flesh as if it’d give her leverage in some way. It was cute how quickly she reigned flustered. The light dusting of pink across her cheeks complimenting her angel-like features in the best way. On behalf of her tomboy-esque facade, she was quite the pillow princess.

Her little cunt tightens around your tongue, a slow rocking rhythm building up within her body as she throws her head back. The rising and falling of her chest in tandem with those cute fucking whimpers has one hand dipping underneath your pleated skirt, middle finger lightly rubbing your clit. “Please—Please don’t stop..” She rasps, light and airy voice coated with desperation. You opt to replace your tongue with your fingers, stuffing two of your digits inside her hole while your tongue flicks at her clit.

Louder and louder, her moaning gets, as if she shredded her sense of shame and gave into the temptation of pleasure. You switch between licking to sucking on the sensitive numb, watching how she grows dumber and dumber from each touch. The fingers on your clit work faster and so do the digits pumping in and out of Senju.

You might as well have been making out with her pussy the way you sloppily sucked and licked at her clit and folds. There’s no doubt she’s close when you feel her core tighten around your fingers. “G-Gonna make a, fuck, big mess..” She whines through soft mewling. Your fingers work at lightning speed to inch her closer to sweet release, your own orgasm building within you.

You watch her abdomen flex and relax repeatedly as if a surge shot through her, the warm sensation of liquid orgasm dripping from your fingers and down her thighs. You drink in all she has to offer, continuing to lick at her clit, reveling in the way her pussy spurts more and more essence in her aftershocks. You moan against her heat, feeling your own release just seconds away.

Before you could even react, your body is convulsing and cunt creaming all over your fingers. You were rather sensitive from previous activities which heightened the intensity of your orgasm, sonorous cries leaving your lips.

The two of you take a haste moment to collect your breathing, slowly peeling away from each other. “Sen, you’re so pretty when you squirt.” You compliment as you slide into her lap. She leans back amongst the sheets naturally, strands of soft pink haired splayed across the fabric. “‘S real embarrassing.” Her response comes out in the form of a light chuckle, quickly getting silenced by your cum-slicken fingers pressed to her lips. Instinctively, she wraps her lips around the digits, closing her eyes and moaning at the saccharine taste of you. When you pull your fingers away, you make sure to give her a salacious kiss to her lips.

The kiss grows deeper until you’re quickly pulled aback by firm knocks to the door.

“Next race starts soon.” The voice from the other side says. You come to recognize it instantly as Mikey from his monotonous airing. You hop off Senju’s lap, attempting to clothe her with one of the blankets on the bed before heading to the door.

“What a sore loser.” She states as you walk off, and just before opening the door, you reply.

“I know, right?”

[nnajiro]

sano manjiro x reader

‘s been a while since ive written anything , so if it seems bad or written wrong understand me please(*´-`)

warnings? tongue kissing?

it has been a while since you and manjiro have been together, seems like forever to be honest. anything you do with mikey u enjoy it to the fullest that why most probably.

here is the thing, you two can exchange kisses and all but still a deeper kiss still feels like a far fetched fantasy for the two of you. mikey decides that this will change tonight.

he was supposed to meet up with draken to discuss something about the gang, since they are already the top gang of tokyo he most probably wants to discuss the end of it all but before all of it he hanged out with you at his favourite place, the docks!

the two of you sat nicely next to eachother as the sun was mostly gone just a fine line of it still shinin its greatest among the surface

“you know…”

he would say, as he moved his gaze from the now gone sun to your beautiful eyes

“i wanna try something”

you blinked in response, wondering what his great idea might be

“let me, okay?”

you nodded oh so slightly, taken by surprise by his slow approaching to your face. his lips pressed on yours, a feeling you’ve grown used to. but then suddenly as your eyes seemed to relax from the kiss something weird and wet touched your bottom lip

you pulled yourself away , startling him as his eyes grew a little wide, the silence soon ending because of your giggles

“what was that oh my god”

you couldn’t help but giggle yourself out of the embarrassment you felt, tongue kissing?? you grew red only from the thought of it

his eyes grew darker as his eyes traveled from your eyes to your lips. he placed one finger on the end of your lip and chose to look into your eyes once again.

your head was pulling away from an instinct, just feeling this shyness that took you over

“im-im… too shy for that”

his eyes stared deep into yours

“then let me do it, okay?”

you closed your eyes as you slightly nodded again, not knowing what to do. then suddenly his lips fell onto yours, moving at a slow place already overwhelming for you but you started to like it

then his tongue slowly found its way to your bottom lip, bitting on it right after, you did what you felt like it was best and opened the way for it to enter. his tongue felt so weird but so good

the kiss deepened and as he moved his head to the pace you two created you couldnt breathe any more, you tried to gasp for air , his hand was pressed against the back of your head as you tried to pull away and so you couldnt help but moan at the loss of air

this combination of feelings made you feel so weirdly good, euphoric some might say

the sounds of your moans and breathing so close to him made him wild. he just couldnt stop himself

sadly the sudden sound of a bike engine made the two of you break the kiss, a string of saliva lingerin in between your close lips

mikey looked annoyed at the sight of his friend glancin over at you again seeing your flustered cheeks and how you wiped your lip corners

“i liked that” you whispered

[xuzuitengenx]

Manjiro 'Mikey' Sano x Top Male Reader NSFW Oneshot (Wattpad)

Warning(s): EXPLICIT WORDS, Semi-public?, Dacryphilia, Oversimulation, Praising, Grinding, Fingering, Begging, Riding, Handjob

Requested: Yes

Genre—LEMON

AU—College AU

( Age: 18-20)

-Manjiro 'Mikey' Sano

•

At a college party, Mikey huffed and glared at his best friend and his boyfriend who were talking to each other but their conversation was inaudible due to the loud music that was playing.

He didn't like at the fact that M/N and Draken were that close.

"Mikey-kun!" Takemichi's voice made Mikey look away from the two.

"Yes, Takemitchy?" Mikey looked at Takemichi who was beside him.

"Uhm- Are you okay? You're kinda.. glaring at M/N-kun and Draken-kun." Takemichi says, holding some kind of nervousness in his voice.

"I'm not." Mikey looked over at the two again to now see them laughing. Mikey felt a pit of jealousy in his stomach, he quickly said goodbye to Takemichi and walked up to M/N and Draken.

"N/N, I want to dance with you." Mikey practically demanded as he grabbed the (H/C) hair male's hand and dragged him away from Draken.

"Woah- Mikey?!" M/N exclaimed as he was being dragged away by the black hair male to an area where other people were dancing to the music.

M/N was confused at the moment, seeing Mikey started to dance to the music that was loudy playing throughout the party.

Mikey turned backwards to M/N, his back touching M/N's chest. Mikey continued to vibe to the music, slowly grinding himself on M/N's crotch as he danced.

As he was doing this-M/N now knowing what's happening, he scoffed and smirked. He decides to dance with Mikey, he slowly puts his hands on Mikey's waist, his hands going along with Mikey's hip movements to the song that was playing.

They danced, their hips coordinated against each other to the song. Mikey was slightly looking for the Ryuguji to see if he was looking at them.

"You didn't think I would notice? You being jealous about Ken, hmm?" M/N whispered against Mikey's ear, catching the black hair man off guard. Mikey opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by sudden kisses on his neck.

M/N backs away from Mikey's neck. "Don't worry, I'm yours. Only yours." M/N whispered again to Mikey's ear. Mikey's cheeks turned pink as the jealousy slowly but not fully went away.

While they danced-at a slow pace, M/N's hand went up Mikey's hip and inside Mikey's loose fitted shirt, feeling his fit abdomen. Mikey let out soft sighs here and there as M/N started to kiss and softly sucked on his pale skin.

The grinding between the two also gotten rougher, mostly from Mikey's side. The tension seems to get hotter between them too. M/N detached from Mikey's now marked neck, getting his unoccupied hand and gently grabs Mikey's chin, making him look back at M/N a bit.

Seeing Mikey's flushed face, he placed a tender kiss on to his lips. Mikey melts into the kiss, potentially kissing back before licking the bottom lip of M/N which in response, M/N opened his mouth.

Their tongues soon met and entangling with each other. M/N's tongue taking claim in every part in Mikey's mouth he could touch.

M/N dragged his hand downwards on Mikey's stomach, his hands messing with Mikey's pants waistband before being stopped by Mikey.

Mikey moved away from M/N, a small connection of salva between their mouth.

After some heavy breathing from them, Mikey look at M/N with a dazed look.

"..Can- can we go to your dorm?" Mikey asked while he was slightly panting, feeling aroused by the whole thing.

"Mhmm. Of course."

•

"F-fuck~ Stop t-teasin-Ah~!" Mikey mewls softly as he clench the pillow underneath him. His back arched, his body trembling as M/N's fingers went deeper and curled inside of him.

Mikey's small gasps and mewls kept leaving his lips, unconsciously moving his hips back onto M/N's fingers. M/N's fingers reached to a certain spot which made the black hair male cry out, his fingers gripping more onto the pillow.

Once M/N thought that Mikey was stretched and prepped good enough, his fingers left Mikey's warm, sensitive insides, making the smaller male whimper.

"Such a good boy for me, Mikey." M/N smirked, seeing his trembling body under him. M/N runs his hand on the arched back of Mikey, stopping at his tailbone and goes to his hip.

"N/N~ I need you..p-please.." Mikey pleads quietly as he looks back a bit, slightly wiggling his ass. M/N felt butterflies in his stomach from Mikey's pleading, Mikey's submissive side showing.

Taking off his remaining clothing which were his boxers.

M/N aligned himself against Mikey's entrance, giving Mikey's shoulder blade butterfly kisses as he slowly inserts himself inside. A shaky moan slipped from Mikey's mouth, feeling both pain and mostly pleasure.

M/N stopped, letting Mikey get used to his cock for a bit before Mikey mumbled about moving which M/N did.

Thrusting himself slowly into Mikey, lowly moaning at Mikey's tight and warm insides, their bodies colliding at each thurst.

Mikey's moans started to become louder, the pain faded away as it was fully replaced with pleasure. M/N increased the pace of his thrusting, making the smaller male continue his loud moans and mewls.

Mikey bit down on the pillow that was still underneath him, his legs started to become weak and his lewd sounds muffled as M/N's cock fills him and repeatedly hits his sweet spot.

M/N sees this and left Mikey's insides. He almost immediately flipped him over. Mikey's face was revealed to M/N, his eyes already on the verge of tears and his lips opened slightly as he was breathing heavily, pink was added generously on his cute cheeks.

M/N smirked and suddenly had an idea.

"Why don't you ride me, Mikey?" M/N looked at Mikey who nodded at the request.

•

"Ahh~! Haa~!! Fuck~" Mikey moans loudly, his body bouncing on M/N's cock as M/N was biting and leaving marks on his neck. Even though, M/N couldn't see Mikey's beautiful face, he loved that he can hear Mikey's moans so close to him.

"I love your moans, love~ Ngh~" M/N moaned. Mikey whimpers before a lewd cry leaving his lips. Mikey felt a hand on his cock that started stroking.

"Haah~!! T-too- Nyah~ Much~!" Mikey mewls, tears falling from his face due to the immense pleasure. M/N's thrusted upwards into Mikey as he was giving Mikey a handjob, putting Mikey over the edge.

"S-shit~ Ah~" M/N felt Mikey tighten due to the simulation. Feeling himself going to cum, he quickens the handjob, teasing Mikey's leaking tip mostly.

"N/N~ Gah~! Wait~!" Mikey loudly moans freely, feeling M/N quickens the handjob. Mikey felt himself closer and closer to cumming on the spot.

Soon, Mikey continued moaning constantly and soon crying out that he was going to cum.

Mikey's back arched as his hole tightens around M/N once again, his body violently trembling as he hit his climax. M/N bit down on Mikey's shoulder as he also came, making Mikey yelp.

Soon after, M/N removed his cock from Mikey's insides, laying Mikey down with him on the bed.

Now the two are laying in bed as they were panting heavily. Mikey felt M/N's hand wiped his face from the tears.

"Let's get cleaned up, shall we?" M/N says as he gave Mikey's nose a small peck, making Mikey giggle softly.

Let's just say that his jealousy went away alright.

[bebe-writes-stuff]

Hidden Hearts Reunited

A Mikey x reader oneshot (part 2, read part 1 so you understand what's goin' on sucka)

-- You were Manjiro's first and closest friend, before Baji, Sanzu, or Draken. You were there. Your mothers were friends, meaning you were destined to be friends either way. You spent every second together since birth, a result of both mothers planning the deliveries on the same day. They realized a distinct difference between you and Manjiro, like night and day; you and Manjiro are polar opposites. Unlike Manjiro, who was always crying and screaming, you were quiet with a cute smile on your little round face. Manjiro would constantly cling onto you, as toddlers, crying louder if you were ever separated. Both mothers gushed at his actions. He would share his toys only with you and sleep peacefully next to you. It was an unbreakable bond between the both of you, from birth --

Taking a single step forward, you urgently called out to him, "DON'T MOVE! STAY RIGHT THERE, MANJIRO!"

Your aunt, still bewildered by your abrupt encounter with the enigmatic boy, observed as he came to an abrupt halt. Simultaneously, a speeding car raced in front of him, emphasizing the gravity of the situation – had he taken another step, he might not have seen the sun again.

A sigh of relief left your lips as you realized what you had prevented,

"Damn, if that kid would've taken another step, he would've been mangled, shit. How do you know that car was coming?" Your aunt was somewhat surprised by the speed of your reactions and the intensity of your voice, considering your soft-spoken and gentle demeanor since she picked you up from the airport.

"Mikey! Where the hell are you going, man?!" His friend finally caught up, emerging from the restaurant they had just left a minute ago.

"Draken! It's Y/n, she's there!" He pointed across the street, locking eyes with his friend.

"Mikey...there's no one there."

"What..." his voice barely more than a whisper as he turned, only to be met with the sight of an empty street.

No...no...where did she go? Damn it, Y/n, why? Why do you keep leaving?!

He felt like he was losing his sanity. He had found you, after all these years. And now, he lost you again. You called out to him, saved him from getting hit. It was truly you, despite your physical changes over the years. The look on your face as you uttered his name, he was certain he made no mistake.

Your aunt wore a look of extreme confusion as you grasped her hand and hurried away, your expression dazed and breaths heavy.

"Are you okay?" she asked, concern evident as she cupped your face and observed your bewildered look. "Did you know that boy?"

"N-no, I didn't. I-I really didn't," Your tone suggested a mixture of shock, uncertainty, and a hint of nervousness, as if you were trying to convince both her and yourself.

Giving you a moment to catch your breath, your aunt supported you as you leaned against a random store's wall. You fell into a heavy silence, the repetitive thoughts echoing in your mind:

That wasn't him...

That wasn't him..

Your aunt enveloped you in a protective embrace, as if shielding you from your own thoughts.

"Hey, it's going to be alright. Let's head home. You've just endured a long flight, and you should have rested first. Leaving the house was a bit of a foolish idea anyway," she comforted, rubbing your back.

You trembled slightly in her arms as she continued to offer comfort.

What was I thinking? She needs to rest, especially considering what she's been through recently. I'm sorry, Y/n.

Now, as you lie in your bed, the weight of your new life in Japan, the recent loss of your parents, and the guilt of leaving your friend all converge, overwhelming you. The room feels heavy with emotions as you grapple with the fear of him hating you.

Tears well up in your eyes, slowly trickling down your face and cheeks. Each tear seems to carry the burden of your emotions, staining the pillows beneath you. The quiet sobs escape as your emotions spill over, and the room bears witness to the silent upheaval.

Your aunt, leaning against the door, observing the emotional storm within you. The weight of the situation hangs in the air, and her presence serves as a silent support, allowing you the space to navigate the complex emotions that engulf you,

"Y/n." Her voice was a little muffled, being behind the door.

"I know how you feel, I promise you, you aren't alone. Love has never been in my life; I never had the blessing of children, and loneliness was my constant companion. Until a couple of weeks ago when I was informed you'd start living with me. It felt as though the weight of a lifetime of isolation had finally lifted because of you. I love you more than you could imagine. I'll never let you have to face anything on your own." There was genuine caring and compassion in your aunt's words.

You fell into a contemplative silence, realizing that you had never known or met your aunt during your childhood, given her youth. Yet, you could sense the unwavering love she held for you.

…Could someone really continue loving another despite not seeing them?

Eventually, you assume your aunt has left because the shadow under your doorframe has disappeared. You hugged yourself realizing the constant sense of inadequacy that plagued you throughout your entire life. Fear holds you back from speaking up, going out, or forming meaningful friendships. Even the one friend you managed to make, seemed to hate you.

God, your message resonates with me – I know that I've been pathetic for as long as I can remember.

You rose from bed, changing into a pair of basketball shorts and a hoodie. You left your room and made your way downstairs, your aunt was engrossed in flipping through TV shows with the remote.

"Hey, you're up. Feeling better?" she inquired.

"Yeah."

You lied.

"I was thinking of taking a walk. Need some fresh air," you requested.

"Kiddo, as long as you're not into anything illegal or harmful, feel free. I trust you to make responsible choices and not get yourself into trouble Oh and here's some cash, if you want to treat yourself to something, keep it healthy." she assured.

Having made the decision to venture outside, you felt a slight chill in the air as you strolled through the neighborhood. A quick stop at a corner store satisfied your snack craving. Unbeknownst to you, your legs seemed to guide you effortlessly to the neighborhood of your childhood, drawing you closer to where Manjiro lived. Looking around,

I used to come here a lot with him, I wonder if he still lives near here

You thought about your choice, continuing on your path or checking if Manjiro was still there. Curiosity prevailed, and you found yourself walking toward the familiar location.

Unbeknownst to you, your arrival caught the attention of someone inside his shop, engrossed in working on bikes. Shinichiro paused his screw-tightening, squinting to confirm what he was seeing.

"Shin, you good?" Takeomi inquired, casting a peculiar glance your way.

"Manjiro wasn't joking. She's really around here! Keep an eye on the shop for a moment, Takeomi," Shinichiro declared, swiftly wiping his greasy hands on his jeans before dashing out of the shop to follow you.

He clearly hadn't thought it through, as, from your perspective, a fully grown man was rapidly approaching you.

Wait...WHAT THE-

In a panic, you sprinted scared for your life.

DAMN IT, I KNEW I SHOULDN'T HAVE COME HERE; NOW, I'M GONNA GET MURDERED BY SOME GREASY OLD GUY WITH A PIPE.

Glancing behind you, he was still in hot pursuit.

WHAT DID I EVEN DO?!

Abruptly, you collided full force into someone.

"Ow, fuck." you muttered, rubbing your arm.

"Watch where you're going, you idiot. Who do you think you are?" The man, radiating a tough demeanor and grabbed you by the collar of your hoodie.

...yep, I definingly should've stayed my ass home. Goodbye world.

"What the hell do you think you are doing? Let her go now!" The old man chasing you earlier, spoke in a firm tone, causing the guy to straighten up and bow.

"S-sorry, Shinichiro."

Shinichiro?

"Please don't kill me, old man," you pleaded, taking a step back.

"...Y/n, I'm only 25," he retorted, visibly hurt by your "old man" comment.

"Why are you running away from us, dude?"

Us...?

"Wait, Shinichiro Sano?"

"Yep, try not to fall for me." He remarked, a hint of smugness in his tone.

"...You don't have a girlfriend yet, do you?" You bluntly asked with a blank expression.

"You and Manjiro are bullies, I swear to God," he uttered, pained by the resemblance.

You looked away, hearing his name,

"I know it's hard after all these years Y/n, but I promise you. Manjiro doesn't hate you."

"You don't know that!" You were quick to shoot back,

"You're only saying that because you're scared." His voice was comforting just as it was back then.

He extended his hand towards you with a gentle smile. Though hesitant, the growing distance between you and Mikey became unbearable in your heart, the chains of your shared promise, shared curse, weighed heavily on your heart.

So here you were sitting awkwardly in front of Manjiro, not a single peep leaving your lips, your hands in your lap.

Damn you Shinichiro, I don't know what to say.

Abruptly rising from his seat and making his way to the door, you expect Manjiro to leave, not wanting to see your face ever again. But to your surprise, he did not leave; instead, Your heart skipped a beat as he locked the door.

@mysouleaten (You wanted to be tagged in part 2 so here ya go)

-- looks like Ima have to write part 3, it's probably gonna have some spice. Hope you enjoyed part 2

go read part 1 if you didn't, like who reads part 2 without reading part 1 lolol --

[pinky-the-elephant-room]

 Troubled Men are my Forte

Ⓜ AN: Mikey with black hair reigns supreme. Sorry not sorry.

 Ⓜ Warning: Explicit smut, power dynamics, masturbation, mentions of smoking, sex work, and consensual voyeurism. Mikey x Fem Reader. Read at your own risk.

 Ⓜ Summary: You would do anything for your dream even if it meant becoming a gang leader's plaything for a night.

 Ⓜ Ⓜ��Ⓜ Ⓜ Ⓜ

“Strip.” 

The word was said casually, his shoulders slumped. He wasn’t even looking at her rather at the lighter in his hands. 

But the demand was heard all the same.

Y/N shakingly exhaled, her hands trembling and nervous as she bent down to unzip her winter boots.

She hesitated and put them against the bed neatly.

Her dress was the next to go. The front buttons were easy to undo and she pulled it over her shoulders. She held her garments tight against her chest trying in vain to hide her nudity.

This was it. There was no going back.

Was her dream worth all of this?

Becoming popular in an industry saturated with idols and beautiful women was next to impossible. Y/N as talented as she was at singing, couldn’t dance without looking like a flailing awkward mess. 

She knew the Yakuza had their hands in the entertainment business. It was an open secret so when her agency didn’t renew her contract and with no other option. She did the only thing she could.

Y/N looked at the man with hollow, empty eyes and choppy black hair. A dragon tattoo adorned his neck.

His cigarette caught fire and he took a long inhale. Savoring it, he closed his eyes.

“Get on with it,” he said his eyes still closed. 

She dropped her dress next to her boots and sat on the bed. 

The hotel that she had been ceremoniously summoned to was luxurious yet dark. Nothing but the moonlight from the open window and a small lamp next to the bed helped to see her scantily clad body on the pale bedsheets. 

“Touch yourself.” 

A puff released a haze of smoke, which surrounded the man giving him an eerie look as he watched her with an appreciative gleam.

She leaned back, trying to relax. She tried to imagine herself at home instead with candles alit, warm, and comfortable. 

Yet she was cognizant and aware of his presence looming in the room.

Her hands wandered down to her chest- playing and plucking it until the bedsheets became rumpled from her feet restless shifting as pleasure alit her senses.

Her breathing became heavy but she wasn’t the only one.

A glance told her that he had paused, his hand still in the air just about to put the bud back at his lips. His eyes glistened with want, staring at her undeterred. His chest heaved with excitement, heavy breathing that had nothing to do with what he held in his hands.

Perhaps it was the sight of a powerful man being affected by her. But Y/N felt emboldened to continue so she ostentatiously spread her legs. Not caring if the angle exposed her.

She unfurled her folds apart with her fingers and felt her damp curls for the first time.

Turned out she was more eager than she first thought. Her nervousness melting away the more comfortable she became.

She found the nub that she was oh so familiar with and grazed upon it slightly.

A shiver went down her spine at the first touch and a male groan reverberated throughout the room. 

While one hand stayed on her breast, the other more dominant hand dipped fingers into the moist entrance.

She heard the clinks of metal and looked up to see the man in front of her, fiddling with his belt. The cigarette now put out in a nearby ashtray. 

He eased his cock out of his pants and fisted the engorged organ. 

“Fuck, fuckkkk,” he hissed. 

His black hair swaying as he jerked almost violently. His dull eyes flaring to life, emotions coursing through them. 

He stumbled towards the bed, still touching himself. 

“Open your mouth,” he commanded.

Or it would have been a command had he not sounded so desperate. So eager.

Y/n did as he bid. Her mouth, her tongue lolling out, and saliva already gathering in anticipation.

He was now above her, imposing and expectant.

But most of all: naked. His shirt and pants thrown off in his hurry.

He was magnificent. Though his lithe body didn’t seem all that impressive when covered. Underneath however hid a sinewy body riddled with scar tissues. 

His cock considering his size shouldn’t be impressive as it was. What it lacked in length though his girth more than made up for it. 

Beads of precum glistened atop the bulbous mushroom head. Further evidence that he couldn’t remain indifferent to her.  

“Suck.”

[dlscenarios]

Can you write Mikey with a reader who enjoys taking care of him and being affectionate but they aren't dating, so he assumes it's just her personality.

He does love her but finds out she only does that with him because she loves him too. Which leads to a returned confession while he takes her home on his bike.

With a smutty detour or five😅💖

Kiss It Better

THIS HAS BEEN IN MY INBOX FOR SO LONG IM SO SORRY. This gave me SO MUCH UNNECESSARY TROUBLE OML.

MDNI

Cw: SPOILERS FOR THE FINAL FEW CHAPTERS, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH (not detailed), Smut, AFAB Reader, Oral Sex (AFAB Receiving), Surprisingly very tame smut ngl. I MIGHT write a side drabble that's dirtier smut.

Manjiro Sano saw himself as a monster. He had lost so much within the span of a few years and was still only a kid. Through his family and friends' murders, he had to quell his depression every day in order to be the leader he desperately wanted to be. Like his brother had once been. To his surprise, you stayed with him through it all, holding him as tight as you had when you were little. You were his only source of comfort.

It started as you going to the same elementary school. One day, Mikey had invited you over to his house for a playdate, allowing you to meet his other friends and his siblings. The two of you grew older and Manjiro had created his own gang - inspired by his big brother - and you were the boys' personal nurse. You would patch up Mikey and his friends with a smile on your face, softly kissing the leader's bandaged cuts like a mother would.

Even as everything fell apart for Manjiro, you opted to stay by his side. While he never argued, he had a gut feeling that him being this close to you wouldn't end well. He had become an infamous gang leader, even after he had disbanded Toman for the sake of his friends. He would always be the "Invincible Mikey" and other gangs hated him for it.

He should have trusted his gut and cut you off. One day, after the creation of the Kanto Manji gang, Manjiro had learned that you had been murdered. A note addressed to him was found by your body, not stating who had ended your life at such a young age but declaring war on Mikey.

Losing you was the final straw. After your death, Manjiro felt nothing. His dark impulses could no longer be suppressed. The only thing on his mind was to kill anyone that dared to look at him the wrong way.

During the battle against Takemichi and the original Toman, Maniro Sano's life finally got better. After coming to his senses - after stabbing Takemichi - he and the time leaper traveled into the past, farther than even Takemichi had been able to go. The two were little kids again and, this time, Mikey swore to help Takemichi save everyone, especially you.

Meeting you again, seeing your bright smile again, was all Mikey had wished for since your death. His heart fluttered when you walked up to him in class and introduced yourself. He couldn't stop himself from immediately pulling you into a tight hug, which he later apologized for after pulling away. The two of you grew up just like in the other timeline, you being Toman's personal nurse, except this time, everyone survived.

The date that you died in the other reality had been engraved into Manjiro's brain. Now that everyone was alive and happy, he thought it would be a day like any other. To his surprise, that was the very day you confessed your feelings.

Mikey's heart dropped. Did you have feelings for him in the other timeline? Would you have confessed then had you not been killed?

You sat anxiously next to him, his dark eyes wide and beginning to shine with tears. Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around you, as tight as his hug was when you'd first met.

His voice was shaky as he finally replied, "I love you." You smiled and returned his embrace, burying your nose in his shoulder.

From that day on, Mikey's friends knew you as his partner. They could all tell he was over the moon to be with you, Takemichi had even cried and hugged his best friend.

Eventually, it was 2018, the year Takemichi was originally from. He and Manjiro had finally gotten an ending where everyone was alive and happy. Mikey swore he had never cried as much as he did at Takemichi's wedding. His existence had done something good for once. The entire day, he kept stealing glances of you, admiring how pretty you were all dressed up and smiling at how surreal it felt to officially be yours.

It's been a long time coming.

After arriving home from the wedding, Manjiro stopped you before you could walk further into the house, spinning you around to kiss you.

"I love you." He muttered, locking the door behind him.

You smiled, "I love you too."

He returned your grin and placed his hands on your waist, resting his forehead on yours, "You're so pretty."

Mikey suddenly picked you up and carried you off to the bedroom. After gently laying you down, he kissed you again, deeper than the first. His affections moved across your face, down your neck, and had eventually reached your chest. He nuzzled into your collar as he unzipped you from your outfit.

Once you were left in your underwear, his hands moved down to ghost up your legs. You spread your legs as Mikey gently pushed you further into the mattress before he nipped at your chest. One of his hands snaked up to paw at your breast as his kisses got lower.

His finger hooked into your underwear and shifted it aside, allowing him to place a soft kiss to your clit. His dark eyes were locked on your face as his tongue teased you. Your fingers laced themselves in his dark hair, making him groan into you when you would lightly pull.

One of your legs moved on its own, draping itself over Manjiro's shoulder. He briefly parted from your skin to kiss your thigh.

"You're so pretty, baby." He purred, his hand replacing his spot in between your legs, thumb catching your clit. He smirked as you moaned lowly. "Love you so much."

He moved up to kiss you, the thumb that was just on your clit now gently rubbing your cheek. You could feel the bulge in his pants as he pressed his body into yours. His nose lightly touched yours as he chuckled.

"My pretty baby."

Your arms wrapped around him as one of his hands went to pull down his pants, enough space to take out his cock. He teased your core with the tip, grinning at the mewl you let out, before slowly sliding into you. Manjiro knew he wasn't the biggest, but he knew he could easily touch every one of your most sensitive spots.

Your legs wrapped around his waist as he thrusted into you, holding you close with one arm, his other gripping the sheets beside your head. His pace was slow but fast enough to not be teasing.

Manjiro kissed the side of your head, "Love you so fucking much. 'M so glad you're mine." He let go of your body to travel his hand down to your clit, rubbing the nub faster than he had been thrusting.

His hand quickly brought you to your orgasm. Your hips rolled into his as he coaxed you through your high. You whined as it faded and Mikey kissed your cheek.

"So good for me, baby. You did so good. I'm so close." He whispered, his pace quickening slightly. Eventually, his hips thrusted deeper than they had, his hot cum flowing into you as Manjiro groaned into your shoulder.

Both of you stilled, waiting for your heartbeats to calm down. Mikey’s hand caressed your hip as he smiled down at you. Your own hands were in his hair while you returned his grin.

He finally got a happy ending.

[nikki-152006]

(Got drawn by a reader!)

Mitsuya: I don't dream of anything dirty with her. If it was you instead of me, Baji, you'd have choked her. Baji: *turns away* yeah I did. Mitsuya: ..... Mitsuya: In your dream, right? Baji: *takes a sip of water* Mitsuya: Baji— in your dreams, right... !?

(LINK TO THIS AS A DRAWING)

from Ch 25- running out of calm (end of ch skits)

Ameliorate - [Tokyo Revengers Various X Reader]

[shiftingparadise]

Draken x Reader x Mikey (I'm sorry (Part 2)

Hi guys, since some of you asked, here's part two :) Hope everyone's doing fine 🤍✨

Warnings: a little bit smutty and mentions of cheating

word count: 1810

“Ken wait-“, your hand reaching out for his jacket, “Where are you going?”. “Mikey”.

He didn’t even turn around. He didn’t even look at you. 

“B-but you just came back-“, “And?”. “I-I thought maybe we could have dinner together or-“. “You can come with me if you want”, a slight look over his shoulder. 

It has been weeks since you saw Mikey, and you avoided him at all costs. You used to follow Draken everywhere. Always. How long would it take before Draken got suspicious? 

“Right”, you faked a smile, “It’s been a while since I saw him. I’ll get my coat”. “Okay, I’ll be waiting outside”. 

“Or you could wait for me”, the words got stuck inside your throat. You didn’t deserve to be treated nicely, not after what happened. 

--- 

“Yo Draken,”, a smile on his face as he opened the door, “Where were you-“. 

It hurt to see the stunned expression on his face; to hear his words die out at when he looked at you. 

“Hi Mikey”, a forced smile on your face, “It’s been a while”. “Yeah”, his eyes locked on yours, “It’s been a while”. 

“Mikey, we need to talk”, Draken frowned, “Let’s go inside”. “Talk?”, the blonde stepped aside, “About what?”. 

Did Draken know? Did he know you slept with Mikey? 

“Your birthday”, a sly smile on his face as he grabbed Mikey’s shoulder, “Did you think I’d forget?”. “I’d sure hoped so”, Mikey awkwardly smiled as he dropped his shoulders. 

You weren’t the only one that was scared. The way his eyes darted towards the ground, the way he subtly scratched his chest… 

“Huh?”, Draken’s brows pulled together as you sat down next to him. “What?”, you shuffled closer, a smile on your face. “You never sit next to me”. “So?”, an insecure smile on your face. “You always sit next to Mikey”, he nodded towards the ground where Mikey was sitting, his eyes glued to the TV. “O-oh”, an awkward silence filled up the room. “Don’t worry, Draken, she just missed you. You were gone for a while again”, Mikey lazily changed channels. “R-right”, you chuckled. “Whatever”, Draken pulled his arm away from behind you, “So Mikey, I rented a club for your party. Owner doesn’t mind”. “A club?”, you frowned. “Yeah, we need some privacy. Thought Mikey wouldn’t mind’. “Rented?”, Mikey smiled as he once again changed channels. “Fine, he owed me one”, Draken smirked, while taking a sip from his beer. “Bathroom”, Draken nodded for you to move.

Mikey always sat in front of Draken on the ground. Draken liked it, he liked feeling like a big brother to Mikey. 

 “Right, sorry”, you shuffled to the other side, already dreading being alone with Mikey. 

“Thought I’d never see you again”, Mikey almost whispered. “Sorry”, you responded, eyes glued to the back of his head. “I meant what I said, Y/N. I can’t live without you”. “We can’t”, a lump in your throat. “I know”, a broken sigh as he let his head fall against your leg, “But I miss you. I miss the warmth of your body, your smile, your smell…”. “M-mikey”, you fought the urge to brush through his hair as his hand clung onto your leg. “Say you missed me too, please”, his grip around your leg tightened. “I-I missed you too”, tears building up in the corner of your eyes.

You missed him, more than anything. Every time Draken entered through the door, you wished Mikey would follow him. You missed his voice, his laugh, the sight of him standing with his hands in his pockets… There were many times you fought the urge to call him, to ask him to come over when Draken was gone. It was wrong, you knew that but…

“Mikey?”, Draken yelled from the kitchen. “Hm?”, Mikey responded as he quickly moved back to his spot. “Where’s your tea?”. “Tea?”, Mikey scoffed as he got up, “Why do you want tea?”. “Y/N, she likes tea”, Draken quietly responded. “I know”, Mikey smiled as he looked at you, “Wait, I’ll make some”. 

It felt like ages since Draken even thought about the things you liked and didn’t. Did this mean he felt it? The tension in the room? The tension between you and his friend? 

---

“I need to talk to the club’s owner. I’ll see you at the party?”, Draken looked at you as he put on his coat. “Oh right, the party”, you took a sip from your tea, “I almost forgot”. “I got you something”, his voice sounded rough, “It’s in the bag on our bed”. “A-a gift?”, your eyes wide open. “I know you have troubling choosing what to wear, so I thought… It doesn’t matter, you can choose whether you wear it or not”. 

And just like that, he left. He didn’t look at you, he didn’t kiss you… Did he hate you? Was he trying to love you again by buying you clothes? 

With curiosity as your friend, you rushed to the bedroom, only to find a beautiful gift bag with a shoebox next to it. You carefully opened the bag. Inside it was a beautiful black dress and next to it were matching heels. Draken never did something like this. He wasn’t the romantic type. Maybe he noticed you felt neglected? Maybe he did love you and he was trying to make things right? 

--- 

You hated this. The crowd, the loud music… But this was Mikey’s party and Draken got you this nice dress …

“Another one, please”, you sweetly smiled at the bartender, “You know what, make it two”.  

“One”, a stern voice next to you. “Sorry”, the bartender raised his shoulders as he looked at you. “I said two, Mikey”. “And I said one”, he smiled at the bartender as he placed the shot in front of you. “Another one, please”, you smirked as you raised your glass. “Oh come on Mikey, loosen up”, you pinched his arm, “It’s your birthday”. “You’re drunk”, his eyes studying your movements, “Where’s Draken?”.

”How would I know? Thought he was with you”. “Maybe with Takemichi”. “Probably”, you shrugged before ordering another shot. “She’s had enough”, he chuckled at the bartender, “Come on, let’s dance”. 

“Dance?”, your brows pulled together at the thought. You hated dancing. 

“M-mikey?”, your heart racing as he grabbed your arm before pulling you behind him. “Where are we going?”. “Just follow me”.

Before you knew it, you were in a small, dimly lit room in the back of the club. 

“Mikey?”, a shaky whisper as you heard him close the door. “It’s my birthday, right?”. “It is”. “I never asked anything from you, I never…”, his voice sounded rough, “But I just want-“. “What? What do you want?”, you took a nervous step toward him. “One kiss, that’s all”, he grazed your arm, “You look beautiful. I can’t stop thinking about you-“. 

Why? Why were your lips suddenly on top of his? Why were you pulling him close?

“Y/N?”. “What?”, your eyes wide open, your lips eager for his taste. “Do you want this?”. “W-what?”, you took a step backwards. “Us”, dark eyes scanned yours. 

“I do”. 

“Mikey-“, “Right. Draken”. “Hm”, guilt flooded your senses. “Come here, bunny”, his hands gently cupped your face, “I’m sorry if I hurt you, but I want more. I need more of you”. 

“I-I need more too”, your eyes darted towards the ground in shame. 

“Y-you do?”, disbelief in his dark eyes. “I-I missed you, Mikey”. 

You didn’t know why. Why were you slowly lifting your dress? Why did you sit down on the table behind you, your legs wide open. You knew why. You were in love. You were in love with the best friend of your boyfriend. 

“Y/N?”, his voice shaking. “P-please Mikey”, your head turned to the side, cheeks blushing with shame. 

“F-fuck”, he almost sprinted toward you before crashing his lips against yours, “Say it. Tell me what you want”. “Y-you”, a shy response while his digits stroked over your panties. “Shit”, he smirked as he pushed the thin fabric aside, “Your panties are soaked”. “Only for you, Mikey”. “Oh?”, he tilted his head, “Never been this wet for your boyfriend?”. 

No. You weren't ever this wet. Sex with Ken was amazing, or it used to be anyway, but it never compared to this. 

“N-no”, you shook your head. “Don’t worry, bunny. I’ll take care of you”. 

A soft moan as his tip pressed against your entrance. 

“Ssh”, his head resting against your shoulder, “I’m going to take care of you, don’t worry”. 

--- 

He heard it. The suppressed moans. The way your soft voice called out his name. The name of the person that he saw as family. He heard the table drag over the cold floor every time his best friend pushed into you. The way his best friend told you over and over again how good you felt, how you were supposed to be his… He heard everything. 

Draken clenched his teeth, his forehead pressed against the door. He wasn’t mad, not yet anyway. He was hurt, sad, even broken. He could handle it if you cheated on him. He knew he wasn’t perfect and that he needed to show more love, but Mikey? How could you sleep with someone that he saw as his brother? He knew Mikey had a crush on you. He always knew. He saw it in the way Mikey’s eyes lit up every time you entered the room, every time you called out his name… But still… The two persons he loved most in this world betrayed him like no one else could. 

Should he enter? No. He didn’t want anyone to see how broken he felt right now. He didn’t mean to follow you two. He didn’t mean to disappear on purpose to see if Mikey came to you, but… He felt it. He felt something was wrong. He just wanted to make sure, but he never expected it to be true. He thought he was being paranoid because surely, the two people he loved most wouldn’t do this. They would never betray him like this. 

“D-draken?”, Takemichi’s scared voice rung from behind him. “Hm?”, he slowly turned around, ignoring the sound of you begging Mikey to come. 

“I-is that Y/N’s-“, “Not a word”, the words sounded like a threat. 

“Fuck”, Mikey’s voice floated through the air, “You were supposed to be mine”. 

Draken’s heart shattered. The one thing that hovered over him like a dark cloud, the one doubt he had… It came to live as he heard those words. He always thought Mikey would be better for you, that Mikey would treat you better. 

“Draken?”, Takemichi’s eyes wide open in shock, scared of what was going to happen. “Not a word”, Draken’s hand on the blonde’s shoulder, “Let’s go, Takemichi”. 

[viisoul]

RIDE MY THIGH, SLUT!

{dom!mikey , sub!reader , thigh riding , gunplay , degrading , choking , breeding , cream pie}

in such late hours of the night, mikey loves to slut out his girlfriend <3

in ungodly hours of the night, the moonlight shone through the window of mikey's bedroom. he sat on his bed, his long, black locks tied up into a ponytail.

y/n sat on top of his lap with her pants and undergarments off. his hand rested on her waist, guiding her against his thigh. her wet cunt dragged gradually along his leg.

groans and whines came from the two as their lips slipped from one another's, their hands touching any part of each other's body that they could reach.

she pulled away with a long exhale, resting her head in his shoulder.

"what're you doing? lift your head. we're not done." he said, lightly tapping his hand on her ass.

quickly abiding by his orders, she lifted her head, eyes locking with his. her hips rolled against his leg, soft moans escaping from her lips. he threw his head back, rejoicing in her throaty whines.

her back arched at the feeling of his gun's cold barrel making its way up her spine. she shut her eyes.

"mikey..." she murmured.

"say it louder, slut."

"m-mikey—!"

"that's more like it." an arrogant smirk curled on his lips.

the loud sound of a smack reverberated in the room. a stinging sensation was felt in y/n's ass. she winced, biting her lower lip.

"open your mouth."

she nodded, her mouth opening slightly before his gun was shoved far into her mouth. her eyes shot open, staring down.

"suck it, suck it just like you're sucking my dick."

she gagged, saliva dripping from her lips. mikey watched as she desperately moved the gun in and out of her mouth. he could feel his cock rising in his boxers. he pushed her head far enough to the point his gun hit the back of her throat.

liquid oozed from her throbbing pussy and onto his leg. she hopelessly circled her clit against his thigh, trying to feel stimulation. she stared at him with a needy look in her eyes.

"hmm? something you want?" he moved his hand under her ass, his fingers sliding inside in her wet cunt easily. his long, slender fingers curled and uncurled inside of her.

"f-fuh...ck... m-m..." her words were muffled.

"oh, you whore." he laughed. "you want me to fuck you?" he licked her sensitive skin, his warm tongue trailing up her neck while he pumped his fingers in and out of her.

"m-mhm."

"i dunno. doesn't seem like you're that needy. i mean, you stopped riding my thigh a while ago."

she whimpered in response.

he tilted his head. "really, now? maybe, i'll just..."

she watched as his index finger slowly clutched the trigger of his gun. eyes dilating, her heart beating against her chest. she then felt relief when she heard the clicking sound of his gun being left on safety.

mikey stifled a laugh. "ha! you're so gullible, y/n. it almost makes me feel bad for you."

he pulled the gun from in between her lips, strings of saliva connecting from the tip of it to her tongue. she panted lowly, grasping onto his shoulders.

"hm. i think i should fuck you."

"p-please." she stuttered.

he took his fingers out of her. in one swift motion, he turned her around on the bed. she stared back at him. y/n watched as mikey rested his hand on her lower back, aligning his dick with her dripping entrance.

"h-hold on, mikey!"

"what?"

"you're not gonna use a c—"

"no. take my kids like the big slut you are." he pushed his dick deep inside of her.

erotic moans came from y/n's throat, her hands grasping at the bedsheets. her face was buried into the bed, making her cries indistinct. mikey ran his hand up her bare back, his hand squeezing her neck as he harshly slammed into her.

mikey scratched at her skin, curses flying from his mouth. he roughly pounded himself into her, beginning to go at a quick pace. he leaned down, chest pressing against her back. he'd unrelentingly thrust into her tight, drenched cunt, croaky groans coming from between his lips.

he kissed her back, leaving sloppy hickeys and bite marks all over her skin. her eyes rolled back, saliva seeping out of her mouth from the immense amount of satisfaction mikey gave her.

the bed creaked with every movement mikey made. y/n tried her best to follow along with mikey's movements. she murmured incoherent sentences about how big he was as her nails clawed at the sheets.

squelching and slapping resounded in the room. the only word y/n could utter was mikey's name. his grunts and curses sent shivers down her spine.

"you sound so pathetic. is my name the only thing you can say?" his hand thwacked her ass. "mmh... fuck, my lil' slut is so pitiful. isn't she?"

his words sent the girl over the edge. the laugh coming from mikey's lips was nothing short of arousing, his voice deep and seductive. his tip hit her in all the right spots, creating a rapturing feeling for the both of them.

mikey groaned, feeling the girl clench around him. he placed his calloused hands on her waist, throwing his head back and basking in the lewd sounds she made.

her eyes were lidded, along with her moans becoming dragged. pulling out of her, he turned y/n on her back.

"w-why'd you stop...?" she murmured. her eyes trailed down his greatly toned chest carelessly.

mikey was no different— if not worse, staring at the weak, submissive girl that laid in front of him with of sense of pure lust in his eyes.

"i'm not done." he put his hand out so she'd grab it.

entwining his fingers with hers, he didn't hesitate to thrust himself into her once more. he grinned at her stunned expression, taking it as a sign to continue.

she squeezed his hand tightly, biting her lower lip. her lips quivered from her attempt to suppress her sounds.

"c'mon, whore. what're you doin'? i wanna hear you!" he beamed.

letting her jaw loosen, her mouth opened slightly. mikey hummed proudly, listening as her moans and whines got louder. y/n put her other hand on his back for extra support. her nails clawed his pale skin, creating red scratch marks.

"bet a slut like you just loves it when i fuck you like this, huh?" he asked with a twisted grin on his face.

she only whimpered in response, which didn't satisfy mikey whatsoever.

"answer me." he quickened his pace.

"y-yeah— i do!" she replied instantly.

"that's what i thought. now, start touching yourself since you don't wanna answer the first time."

being the obedient slut she was, she took two of her fingers and began to roughly circle them around her cunt. she exhaled heavily through her mouth, closing her eyes tightly.

he suddenly bucked his hips forward harshly. she gasped silently, her face showing just how dumbfounded she was at the abrupt movement. not only that, but he continued to do so.

with a loud whine of his name, she reached her orgasm without much of a warning. y/n spasmed from the feeling of her much needed release.

mikey could feel his cock begin to throb. even though he wanted to toy with the girl more, he decided to put it to an end, feeling his own climax nearing.

his pace faltered, muscles tensing. thrusting his hips forward one last time, his cum entered her in deep bursts. mikey let out a loud, throaty moan. he gradually pulled out of her, watching as it oozed out of her pussy from the small amount of light in the room.

"that was fun." he wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead.

"i hate you." she said.

"what, was i too rough or something?"

"what do you think?"

"sorry." he leaned down to kiss her forehead.

"whatever..."

"i was just getting you ready so we could go again."