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soubi122 · 2 years ago

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Giving In - Sano Manjiro

All, I will be super slow in releasing stuff. This one just got finished quicker than the others. :)

Smut, friends to lovers, short stories, one shot. ALL ADULTS - 🚫NO MINORS PLEASE! 🚫

Mikey

It was 2am and you both were still out roaming the streets. Nothing beats riding around in the dead of night to clear your head. He was your closest friend and often your shoulder to lean on. “Can I stay at your place?” You ask him while burying your face into his back. He was zooming down the streets and you didn't want to go home. There was not much waiting for you anyways. “Yeah, but you're sleeping on the couch.” He chuckles and speeds up.

Arriving at his place, you kicked off your shoes and asked him for a t-shirt. Here was the drill - change and get ready for bed. But he'd always get changed in front of you to get you all flustered and turn off the lights, allowing you to change in the dark. You'd think he'd be facing the other way but often he'd be facing you - wanting to see how your silhouette moves as you're undressing. Fuck, he couldn't help but palm himself under the sheets. Little did he know that you would purposely stand where the most outside light could be casted, you wanted him to see you. Taking off your bra in the most sensual way just to try and catch his attention. Bending over and slightly arching your back so that the curve of your ass catches the light. Oh if he could just reach out and touch you but.. Mikey was stubborn, he didn't want to make the first move and you knew it. The tension was always there and yet he always left you guessing. You wanted nothing more than to tell him how you feel but would he actually respond to your feelings?

As Mikey was changing, he noticed how your eyes would shift back and forth between him and the opposite direction. Those defined abs and veins on his arms did wonders for your core. “Like what you see?” He says teasingly and raises his eyebrows suggestively at you. He was a tease. “Shut up and get dressed already!” You snap and turn around to avoid his eyes, you didn't want him to see the mad blush on your face. He chuckled and turned off the lights, allowing you to get changed. “Sweet dreams (Y/N).” Oh my god, he knew exactly what he was doing. The coy tone had you biting your lip and quickly getting changed.

Laying on the couch, your mind started to wonder and remembered all the times he'd make butterflies rampant in your stomach. You couldn't sleep. An hour had already passed and you could hear Mikey's soft snores from the other side of the room. The t-shirt you were wearing smelled like him and you couldn't help but lightly run your hands up your chest. What were you doing? Why were you getting like this? Especially when he's in the room with you? I mean it's not the first time you've slept over and it's not the first time you've thought about sharing a bed with him. But something was different, his scent was intoxicating and you wanted more. No, no, no, don't even think about it! He's right here! You yell at yourself internally as your hands begin to wander.

The temperature in the room began to drop and you were shivering underneath the blanket he gave you. It’s never gotten this cold in his room before. He had thick blanket and you had a thin sheet. Your teeth began to chatter and couldn't take it anymore. Maybe you should have just slept in the clothes you were in, you’re just in a t-shirt and nothing else. Getting up from the couch you walked over to Mikey's bed and gently nudged him, “Do you have another blanket? It's freezing.” You whisper and notice that he's sound asleep. There was no way you were going to go back to the couch without another blanket but there was none insight. You sighed and quietly lifted the sheets and got in bed with him. It was so warm and cozy underneath the blanket. You could feel your cheeks heat up at having him so close. Getting closer to him, your hand lightly trails along his back and you could feel his muscles. “(Y/N)...?” Mikey says half asleep. You let out a squeak. Did he feel you touching him?

He turned around and reached out to cup your face to make sure he wasn't dreaming. “Sorry, it was really cold - I'll go back to the couch.” Just as you began to back away he pulled you in. You gasped when his arms tightened around your waist. “Stay…” It wasn't a request. How could you say no? His body was so warm and you felt something poke your lower abdomen. Oh my… He nuzzled his face in your chest and you thought your heart was about to explode. “...took you long enough to come to me.” He says while swinging your leg over his hip and grabbing a handful of your cheeks. What in the world was he doing? “oh…you’re not wearing any pants.” He snickered and it made your body shudder. You heard that sleepy Mikey is super needy but this? You were not expecting him to cling to you.

“Can I tell you something?” He asks and places kisses on your neck. You were too stunned to move or even respond. Mikey settled for the silence and continued to roam his hands on your body, drawing light moans and gasps from you. “I see how you look at me, how your eyes light up when we’re together, how your lips pout when I talk to other girls, how you rub your thighs together when I tease you…the list goes on and on.” Now you felt faint, your body was shuddering and you began to pant - he was laying you bare. “I-I…” Your words trail off as he nipped at your neck. “You want me too, right?” The playful tone in his voice had you rutting your hips against him. The sexual tension was so thick - you could almost cut it with a knife.

Cupping his face with your hands, you tilted his head upwards to meet his lips with yours. You could feel his lips curve into a smile when you kissed him. He was right, you wanted him just as bad and it shows. You both could barely breathe, the way your tongues danced and fought for dominance had you feeling almost light headed. Mikey whimpered when his tip rubbed against your clothed cunt, he was so sensitive - he’s been waiting for this for so long. The soft moonlight that bled into his room allowed you both to see the hazy look on your faces. His blonde tresses were such a mess and you loved it. How many times have you thought about running your hands through his hair before? How many times have you dreamed about him? How many times did you call out his name while touching yourself? How many times did he fist his cock while thinking about you?

Rolling your body on top of him, his hands placed themselves on your hips - making you grind on him. His hardened member twitched between your legs and you could feel the slick pooling on your pantyline. You were such a mess, feeling him underneath you felt like heaven. Never in your wildest dreams did you think that he was going to get you off on just friction alone. Your breath hitched at him picking up the pace. He could feel the wet patch that formed between both of you. The warmth and desire threw him over the edge, he ripped the fabric of your panties and slid his boxers down. He could feel your bare pussy and your slick coated his cock. Hearing him pant and moan as his length slid between your folds gave you butterflies. Biting back the urge to sink down on his cock, you continued the flow of movement and took his hand in yours. Bringing it to your lips, you wrapped your plush lips around two fingers and slowly sucked on them. The sudden action had Mikey whimpering and you could almost see a pout form on his face through the moonlight. He could only imagine having your pouty lips wrap around his length, the thought was driving him mad. What a cruel woman you were.

Minutes of teasing him, he couldn’t take it anymore - he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and lifted your t-shirt, making you lean forward so that he could latch his mouth onto your nipple. “Don't stop (Y/N)...” Your right hand was holding on to the headboard as he rutted his hips against you, he was giving you further friction on your clit. The way his tongue was flicking your nipple you thought you were going to lose it. Little by little the coil in your belly began to tighten. Now it was his turn to tease you. Mikey’s mouth was vicious, biting and tugging at your nipple and purposely making you mewl loudly. Hearing you moan just for him was like music to his ears. When your nipple was all sore and tender, he moved on to your other breast and gave it the same harsh treatment. He was hungry, starved almost. He was throbbing beneath you and his breath hitched as you raised your hips - making his tip prod your core. “Mikey, I feel it…oh god, I feel it!” You moan and throw your head back at him invading your honeypot.

“Hah, fuck-(Y/N), you feel so good.” He says as you sink further down, for a moment he thought his eyes were about to roll back into his skull. Finally, when he bottomed out you couldn’t help but raise your hips again - riding his length and seeing stars in your vision. The sound of your breathy moans and slick echoed in the room. Surrendering yourself to him left a mixed feeling of guilt and desire. What would your friendship be like after this? Would he ask you to be his and only his? Or will he wake up the next morning and act like nothing happened and continue teasing you? The thoughts were beginning to interrupt the rhythm of your hips. Almost as if he could read your thoughts, Mikey spoke and caressed your cheek - brushing his thumb over your parted lips. “Say you’re mine, angel.” You felt your heart skip a beat. This is exactly what you wanted to hear - what’ve you’ve been waiting to hear.

Too engrossed in the pleasure you were a moaning mess and struggled to string a sentence together for him. "M-Manjiro…ngh! I-I'm yours - oh god - I'm yours…" You stutter and pick up the pace. "Good girl." Mikey says and pulls you in, giving you a tender kiss and thrusts upwards to reach your golden spot. Feeling how your walls clenched around his length, he felt closer to his breaking point. You felt his hand snake between your bodies and his thumb traced circles on your clit. He was ripping the orgasm out of you with force. Your core was pulsing and his cock was almost bruising your cervix. Teetering on the edge of bliss, Mikey gave you the final push and put more pressure on your clit. Your thighs began to shake and his name dripped from your lips repeatedly as your coil snapped.

Without warning his own coil snapped. He gripped your hips as he emptied his seed deep inside your core. You were both a sweaty mess and paused to catch your breaths. Collapsing on his chest you could feel his heart pounding against his chest. The intense throbbing from his length inside you kept making you clench. "You're all mine, angel." Mikey pants and plants a kiss on top of your head. This was the start of something new, something new yet familiar - maybe you should sleep over more often.

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beeing1alive · 1 year ago

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Turning on Tokyo Revengers boys without knowing it pt.1

f.t.: Mikey (Manjirō Sanō); Draken (Ken Ryūgūji); Mitsuya (Takashi Mitsuya); Baji (Keisuke Baji); Chifuyu (Chifuyu Matsuno); Kazutora (Kazutora Hanemija)

Warning: Nsfw content, minors do not interact

Mikey:

can't help but get a hard-on when he sees you sitting on his motorbike

especially when it's summer and you're wearing short clothes

his gaze veils slightly, he draws the air through his teeth slightly and watches every movement you make

i'm not going to lie, he's never got hard so fast

Without hesitation, he ran over to you and sat on his motorbike with you, just to kiss you a little more intimately than he wanted to

you can always tell if he's Horney when he kisses you extremely kinky in public

Draken:

Gets hard the fastest when you wear his clothes

I think we can all agree when I say that he has a size kink

I mean, he just can't help it when he sees you in his clothes, which are obviously way too big for you

especially when you're wearing one of his shirts and otherwise just a pair of panties

his eyes would darken slightly and he would slowly move towards you to tell you that he has a big little problem in his trousers and that you could help him with it

Mitsuya:

jealousy turns him on immensely

I mean, I know he doesn't look it so much, but he gets rock hard in seconds when he sees you talking to another boy for a little too long

a chiselled smile appears on his handsome face and he tries as hard as he can to hide the ever-growing and pulsating bulge in his trousers, which he manages to do quite well

as soon as you and the boy are ready, he pulls you behind him, gently but firmly

the moment you arrive in a quiet corner, you are his

Baji:

nothing turns him on more than seeing you in a leadership position

I mean, when you assert yourself and do all those leader things

he'll sit still, his eyes veil slightly and he watches every little move you make

I'm not even lying when I say that he just sits there and a slight, barely noticeable blush spreads across his face as he notices his trousers getting tighter in a matter of seconds

Chifuyu:

gets hard within a few seconds if he sees you in short clothes

for example, shorts and a revealing shirt

he is just too innocent and would blush extremely and in rare cases get a nosebleed too

if he feels confident enough, he'll snuggle up to you from behind so you can feel his hard boner pressed against your bum, which doesn't make it any better for him

he'll gently give you a sweet kiss on the neck and tell you that you know how much it turns him on when you wear revealing clothes

Kazutora:

turns him on most of the time when you're sitting or lying on his lap

the first few times this happened, he was very uncomfortable because you felt it directly when he got hard and he can't hide it

when he's feeling very horny, he tries to move his hips against your bum to create friction

if you're also wearing short clothes, he'll almost come in his trousers at the slightest touch

I mean, that divine view of you, in short clothes, on his lap, pressed against his hard cock

he just can't help it, so don't be angry with him

Here is pt.2

Attention: The characters and the GIF do not belong to me. The credits go to the original owners. If you want anything to be changed or removed, please contact me.

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emmyrosee · 5 months ago

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Random thoughts #3 (05:23)

Manjiro is, as his friends put it, a yapper.

There’s nothing this man won’t talk to you about, everything from his day to his dreams last night, to the dog he passed on his bike, Mikey will tell you anything and absolutely everything. It makes him happy to keep you in the loop! And you love watching his shoulders relax and a smile spread on his face the more he talks, getting everything off of his chest and into the universe. The way your fingers card his head and relax him into saying everything and anything on that mind of his is so cute, and it’s one of the highlights of your day.

This, of course, does not necessarily apply to nap time.

Mikey loves to talk, of course, but when your eyes slowly start to get heavy, your breathing slowly evens out and your mouth lets out the puffiest of breaths, he finally stops his blabbering and looks down at you in confusion, “baby?”

You don’t answer him, of course, having knocked asleep moments prior, but he smiles softly and curls closer to you, relishing in the way you smack your lips and burrow deeper into his side. Your fingers gently curl into the opening of his hoodie, clutching the fabric in your fingers. He moves his head to press the smallest kiss to your knuckle before closing his eyes and resting his head against yours, hoping to meet you in dreamland.

“I’ll tell you when you wake up.”

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izanacore · 6 days ago

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“this love (will be your downfall)” | ran haitani x reader

one-shot 𓂃⋆.˚

synopsis: at her lavish birthday party, y/n meets the mysterious ran haitani. their night takes a dangerous turn, leading to an unexpected connection. but what y/n doesn’t know is that ran has his own hidden agenda involving her powerful father, setting the stage for a game of control and manipulation.

characters: ran haitani, fem! reader

warnings: smut (18+), explicit sexual content, dubcon, blackmail, coercion, power imbalance, age gap, manipulation, drug use, smoking, non-consensual recording, degradation, threats, criminal activities, abusive dynamics, revenge plot, creampie, face-fucking, tongue-fucking, slapping, cumplay, hair pulling, overstimulation, unprotected sex

notes: y/n just turned 20 (consenting adult), and ran is 35. mdni. y/n is also gullible like?? but it’s ran haitani, so we cannot blame her! if there’s any content warnings i missed, feel free to reach me.

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the bass thumped through the club, loud enough to shake the floors, loud enough to make her forget just how many bodies were pressed together, dancing under the dim, neon lights. y/n’s birthday party was in full swing—private, extravagant, packed. she had booked the entire place for the night, and of course, almost everyone from her university was here. she was famous for this—for throwing the kind of parties people talked about for weeks.

“happy birthday, y/n!!!” someone shouted, and the room erupted in cheers.

she was at the center of it all—the mayor’s daughter, draped in a short red dress that left little to the imagination, a bottle of whiskey in hand, lips curling around the rim as she took a deep gulp. the alcohol burned down her throat, but the heat of the room, the energy in the air, drowned it out. she swayed to the music, hips rolling, body moving, tempting.

and then there was him.

sitting at the bar, watching. much older than anyone else in the room. the kind of man who didn’t belong here, yet owned every space he stepped into. long, lazy limbs, one hand wrapped around his glass, purple eyes locked onto her. studying her.

y/n drained the rest of her whiskey and stumbled toward the bar, pressing her palms onto the cool counter. “uh… excuse me, can i get another one of this? thank youuuu!” her voice was light, airy—drunk.

“nice party you have here, miss.”

she blinked, turning her head. a man, leaning against the bar beside her. tall, striking, his voice smooth like honey and just as dangerous.

her brows furrowed slightly. “uh…? do i know you?”

“my apologies.” a lazy smirk curled his lips as he extended a hand. “ran haitani.”

y/n’s gaze flickered to it before she turned away, ignoring the gesture entirely. instead, she reached for the fresh bottle the bartender slid toward her.

“well, mr. haitani, i hope you have fun tonight,” she said, voice playful as she tipped the bottle up, already prepared to walk away.

but she didn’t get far.

a firm grip circled her wrist, and suddenly, she was pulled in. too close. her breath hitched as she found herself inches from him, the scent of expensive cologne and whiskey clouding her senses.

“as the host of the party,” ran murmured, eyes dark, “don’t you think you should entertain your guests, hm?”

y/n tilted her head, lips twitching into a smirk. she was easy to persuade, and he knew it. “what do you have in mind?”

ran’s hand slid down to her waist, fingers pressing in as he tugged her even closer—as if they weren’t already pressed together. her free hand landed on his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath his shirt.

“is the private lounge available?” his voice was smooth, teasing.

she nodded.

his smirk deepened, wicked and knowing. he leaned in, breath hot against her skin, lips brushing her neck in the lightest of kisses.

“you smell so nice…” he murmured. “shall i meet you there?”

excitement curled low in her stomach. she had just turned twenty. she wanted to try something new, something thrilling, something… mature. and she had a feeling this man could give her exactly what she craved.

she pulled back, handing her bottle off to one of her friends, mumbling a half-hearted excuse. they whined, but she barely heard them. her mind was already elsewhere.

ran was already walking away, heading up the stairs to the private lounge.

and y/n?

she followed.

the private lounge was dimly lit, quieter than the chaos downstairs. y/n pushed the door open, heart still thrumming from the alcohol and the anticipation twisting in her gut. but as her gaze landed on the man inside, her breath caught.

ran was standing by the nightstand, casually tipping a small packet of white powder onto the surface.

he noticed her lingering by the doorway and smirked. “wanna try?”

she hesitated. she’d never gone beyond alcohol before. never dared to. but tonight was about new experiences. about feeling something different. something… thrilling.

so she nodded.

with a quiet click, she locked the door behind her and stepped closer, dropping to her knees by the nightstand. but now that she was here, staring at the fine white powder, she realized—she had no idea what to do.

ran watched her closely, reading the hesitation in her fingers as she hovered uncertainly. “haven’t tried before?” his voice was low, amused.

she shook her head, lips parting slightly in innocence.

ran’s smirk deepened.

“stick out your tongue for me, baby.”

she obeyed instantly, mouth opening, tongue flicking out just as he reached for her. long fingers gripped her jaw, pressing into her cheeks just enough to keep her still.

with a slow, deliberate motion, he scooped up some of the powder onto his thumb and dragged it across her tongue.

“suck.”

her lips wrapped around his finger, warm and soft, and ran groaned quietly. she barely noticed, too focused on the bitter taste dissolving on her tongue.

“good girl.”

heat curled in her stomach at those words. she didn’t understand why, but the way he said it—low, rough, approving—made something inside her stir.

“wanna try more?”

she nodded obediently.

ran inhaled a line himself, tilting his head back slightly as he exhaled, eyes flickering to her. “try it like that.”

she copied him, the rush hitting her instantly. her body felt lighter, her head dizzy with an intoxicating mix of alcohol, drugs, and the heavy presence of the man before her.

soon, the powder on the table was nearly gone, and y/n was sinking onto the floor, high, weightless, consumed.

and then—she watched as ran shrugged off his coat, fingers leisurely unbuttoning his polo.

her breath hitched.

his gaze dropped to her.

“fuck.” ran exhaled, tilting his head, watching her like prey. “look at you… you’re begging to be fucked, aren’t ya?”

before she could even process his words, he was kneeling in front of her, fingers tangling in her hair, forcing her to look up at him.

“i’m gonna fucking ruin you.”

his voice was dangerous, dripping with wicked promise.

and she let him.

ran yanked her hair, guiding her toward the bed before spreading her legs apart with his hands. his gaze stayed on her as he kissed along her inner thighs, lips trailing over her soft skin before marking her with bites. he licked over the fresh marks, savoring the way she shivered beneath him.

without hesitation, he tore her panties, exposing her completely. his eyes darkened as he spit onto her core, then used two fingers to spread her apart. before she could react, his tongue was on her, flicking against her heat. her hand shot to his hair, fingers tugging as a gasp left her lips, but ran easily pinned her wrists down. he ate her out mercilessly, tongue fucking into her before moving to her clit, making her a trembling, moaning mess beneath him.

“fucking slut, your legs are shaking,” he chuckled before diving back in.

“your tongue feels so fucking good inside me—oh god!” she moaned, voice breathy and desperate.

ran glanced up at her, amusement flickering in his gaze. “boys your age don’t eat you out like this?”

she shook her head, barely able to form words. “no—no one’s as good as you.”

a few more strokes of his tongue, and she came suddenly, body tensing as pleasure crashed over her. her thighs twitched in his hold, breath catching as she rode out the high.

ran didn’t waste a second. he dragged his fingers through the wetness still dripping from her, collecting her release before slipping them into his mouth. his tongue swirled around them as he sucked, letting out a pleased hum while keeping his gaze locked on hers.

she could only watch, dazed, her body still trembling from overstimulation.

but he wasn’t done. his hands gripped her thighs, holding her in place as he gave a slow, deliberate lick from her bottom to her clit, making her jolt beneath him.

“fuck—” she gasped, body twitching from the aftershocks.

her chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath, overwhelmed. he smirked at the sight before moving up, caressing her cheek before landing a light slap.

“let’s put that filthy mouth to use, hm?”

she nodded.

he stepped away from the bed, fingers working to unbuckle his belt.

y/n slid off the mattress, dropping to her knees in front of him without hesitation. but the moment she saw him fully, she froze—it was bigger than she expected. she had never taken someone this size before.

“don’t keep me waiting,” ran warned, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.

she wrapped her fingers around him, giving the tip a few slow, teasing licks before taking him into her mouth. her pace was careful at first, but ran was growing impatient. “tsk,” he clicked his tongue, watching her with narrowed eyes.

without warning, he placed both hands on either side of her head to steady her as he fucked her mouth. a muffled moan escaped her as he took control, his cock pushing deeper past her lips. ran let out a low chuckle, clearly enjoying the sight of her wide eyes and the way she struggled to take him in.

tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she worked to keep up, but the way she looked at him—completely wrecked with pleasure—sent a new wave of heat through him. ran didn’t want anything else in this moment. this was heaven.

after all, her father was nothing but a corrupt politician—pulling strings, making backdoor deals with bonten, yet never paying what he owed. promises stacked on top of lies, and ran had grown tired of the excuses. the stress of it all weighed on him, and now, looking at her, he figured—if her father wasn’t going to settle his debts, then ran would take his payment in another way—by fucking his daughter’s mouth to release some stress. it was his fault anyway.

pleasure coursed through him, his grip tightening as he let his head fall back, eyes fluttering shut. the sight alone had y/n growing wetter—his unbuttoned shirt exposing defined abs, his parted lips drawing in uneven breaths. it didn’t matter anymore if ran used her. all the pain and pleasure were worth it. she wanted to etch this moment into her memory forever.

ran pulled back after a few more thrusts, watching as y/n cupped her own breasts through her clothes, tilting her head back with her tongue out—wordlessly asking for it. he smirked. “what a fucking slut,” he muttered, stroking himself a few more times before spilling across her tongue.

some of it dripped down, staining her dress, and he shuddered slightly at the sight. it was filthy. intoxicating. watching her swallow without hesitation only made his smirk widen.

were all girls her age this wild? this reckless, yet still carrying that underlying innocence? it was a perfect combination. perfect for someone like him.

ran leaned back against the headboard, running a hand through his hair, looking effortlessly gorgeous. y/n sat there, stunned. how had she ended up here—with a man like him? no one her age could compare. they were all immature, clueless, and terrible in bed. but ran? he had experience, and she could feel every bit of it. she had always wanted someone older, someone who knew what they were doing—and god, was she loving it.

“come here,” ran murmured, his voice low and commanding. she hesitated for only a second before moving onto his lap. his sharp eyes traced over her like he was sizing her up, and then he tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

“what do you think about being my girlfriend?” he asked, so casually it almost felt unreal.

“w-what?” her breath hitched. it wasn’t like she didn’t want to. hell, she did—badly. he was exactly her type. older, confident, devastatingly attractive. but she never thought someone like him would want her. surely, he was better suited for someone more refined, someone who had her life together, not a girl still figuring things out.

“i said, be my girlfriend.” ran repeated, watching her reaction closely.

“w-we just met today… shouldn’t we go on a few dates first?” she asked, trying to be rational.

ran chuckled, his fingers tracing slow patterns on her back as he found the zipper of her dress. “does it matter, baby? i can take you on as many dates as you want once you’re mine.” his voice was smooth, confident, leaving no room for argument. as he dragged the zipper down, his lips followed, pressing soft kisses along her shoulders, down her arms, between the valley of her breasts. when he looked up at her again, his eyes were dark, unreadable.

for y/n, this was exactly what she wanted. the moment she laid eyes on ran downstairs, she knew—she had to have him. but for ran? that was more than just desire. it was the perfect way to get under her father’s skin.

ran pulled her closer, his hands gripping her waist as he pressed his lips to her neck. his touch was firm yet careful, guiding her as she rocked against him, the slickness between them making every movement easier. his hands slid down to her ass, helping her grind against him as he let out a low groan.

“shit… you’re making me hard again,” he muttered, tilting his head back, eyes dark with hunger.

the heat between them was unbearable now. ran cupped the back of her neck, pulling her in for a deep, messy kiss, his tongue sliding against hers in a filthy rhythm. his lips traveled lower, latching onto one of her breasts while his hand kneaded the other. “fuck, ran…” she moaned, her body arching into his touch.

he pulled away slightly, smirking as he brushed a thumb over her swollen lips. “call me daddy, hm?”

her breath hitched, but she nodded, eager to please. ran chuckled, clearly entertained by her willingness. “such a good girl,” he murmured, his large hands roaming her body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

“gonna stretch this little pussy out by daddy, do you like that?” he teased, his voice low and dripping with promise.

she whimpered, still grinding against him, too lost in pleasure to form a coherent response. ran grabbed her chin, making her look at him. “answer me when i ask you a question.”

“y-yes… yes, daddy,” she gasped, her body trembling against him.

his palm came down on her ass, the sharp sting making her whimper. “good girl.”

she bit her lip before whispering, “do you have a condom?”

ran exhaled, brushing his fingers along her jaw. “not on me, baby. but we don’t need it, right? i’ll just pull out.”

“you promise?”

“i promise.”

but ran was never one to play fair.

he motioned for her to lift her hips slightly, his hands gripping her thighs as he guided his cock through her slick folds. “fuck, you’re dripping for me,” he murmured, watching the way her body responded to him.

how could she not? the sight of him alone—his tattoos on full display, his toned body beneath her—was enough to drive her crazy. his thick cock pressing against her entrance only made her needier.

“daddy, it’s unfair… you’re still clothed. wanna take this off,” she pouted, tugging lightly at his waistband in a silent request.

ran paused his movements as his gaze darkened. “who said you could demand shit from me?”

“just don’t want you getting uncomfortable…” she admitted, ran grinned at the sight. that sweet, innocent expression—ran could never get enough of it.

ran kissed her again, this time guiding her onto her back until she was lying beneath him. he pulled off his polo shirt in front of her, revealing his tattoos, then discarded his pants. before y/n could even process the sight, ran was already pressing inside her, stretching her out in a way that had her moaning loudly. he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, angling deeper.

the way she clenched around him had his breath hitching. she was gripping him so perfectly, it was addictive—too good. he was getting lost in the feeling, in the way her body wrapped around him. it had him groaning low in his throat.

“fuck, your pussy’s so tight��won’t even let me go, huh?”

y/n felt overwhelmed, every sensation making her dizzy. was it just because of him? was it the drugs affecting her system? or was she just too horny? regardless, she loved everything ran was giving her.

but then, ran suddenly stopped.

“ran—daddy—please!” she whined, already a mess beneath him.

he chuckled at her desperation, amusement flickering in his gaze. “what does my baby want?” his voice was thick with pleasure, just as affected as she was.

“want—you! want more of you.”

“say you’re my girlfriend first, then i’ll move.”

“w-what?”

ran chuckled, tilting his head. “already dumbfucked, baby? i said, tell me you wanna be my girlfriend, and i’ll give you what you want.”

“i am! i’m your girlfriend now—please! please, i want more!”

“you mean that?”

“y-yes! just—please—”

ran pushed back inside her, this time moving faster and deeper. y/n couldn't think straight anymore, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure. she felt like she was drowning in it.

meanwhile, in ran's mind, everything was going exactly as he wanted. his plan was set in motion, and he was going to enjoy every second of it. the way she responded to him was just a bonus.

"daddy, i'm gonna-" y/n gasped, her body tensing as another wave of pleasure crashed over her.

with a few more thrusts, she came undone again, her body trembling. tears pricked at the corners of her eyes on how intense it all felt.

but ran wasn't finished yet. instead, he pulled out and leaned back against the headboard, grabbing y/n's arms to guide her into position. her back pressed against his chest, her legs spread as he helped her settle over him.

easily sliding back inside her, ran held her thighs, keeping her steady as he moved again. y/n buried her face in his neck, breathy moans spilling from her lips. her lips brushed against his skin before she captured his mouth in a desperate kiss, and ran, amused, let her take what she wanted.

her tongue slipping into his mouth in a messy kiss. ran didn’t pull away—in fact, he enjoyed how needy she was for him.

“fuck, i’m getting addicted to this pussy,” he groaned, his pace becoming rougher, faster. the pleasure was too much, building inside y/n again until she was teetering on the edge, “only mine to fuck.”

“shit, baby, i’m close,” ran gritted out, his grip tightening on her thighs.

“daddy… pull out…” y/n managed to whisper between her moans, her body trembling from the overwhelming pleasure.

but her words fell on deaf ears as he kept fucking her.

“ran, please—” she was in a position where she couldn’t move, her legs held together by ran.

shit, she thought. ran wasn’t pulling out—but with how good it felt, she didn’t want him to, either.

“fuck! fuck!!!” ran cursed, gripping her tighter as he reached his peak, his movements growing more intense as he pushed deeper. he came inside her, wanting to bury himself as far as possible.

the sensation overwhelmed y/n, sending her over the edge right after him. her mind went blank, lost in the pleasure that consumed her.

all her overthinking disappeared the moment she felt his warm release. it was the first time someone had come inside her, and the feeling was different—so much better than pulling out or using a condom. she’d just take a pill later. for now, she wanted to feel the sensation of ran’s cum filling her.

her body trembled in his hold, breaths uneven as she tried to steady herself. ran didn’t pull away immediately, rolling his hips slowly drawing out every last drop of his release, making sure he filled her completely. silence filled the room, broken only by their heavy breathing.

ran carefully lowered her leg before slowly pulling out, a low sigh escaping him at the loss of warmth. he couldn’t believe it—out of all the women he’d been with, this was the most intense sex he’d ever had. and it was with her. the daughter of the bastard he was supposed to be after. fifteen years younger than him. fuck.

he let her rest against his chest, both of them catching their breaths, bodies still buzzing from the high. his fingers absentmindedly brushed strands of hair away from her face before pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. reaching over to the nightstand, ran grabbed a cigarette, lighting it with a practiced ease before taking a slow drag, the smoke curling lazily in the dimly lit room.

after a few moments, y/n tilted her head up, looking at him with a sweet, dazed smile. god, he was gorgeous. she still couldn’t believe someone like him was finally hers. her father always dismissed her past boyfriends, calling them lowlifes, immature, unworthy of her. but maybe, just maybe, this time would be different. ran was older, mature, and carried himself with a sense of class. he wasn’t like the boys her age. surely, her father would approve of him.

even if they had just met.

but, well… the dates could come after, just like ran said. right?

but for ran… well, he had other plans.

her phone buzzed on the nightstand, drawing her attention. she reached for it, settling back against ran’s chest as she read the message.

it was from her father, asking what time she’d be home since it was already late—and reminding her that he had only booked the venue until 1 a.m.

he took a slow drag, exhaling a cloud of smoke as he peeked at her screen. almost immediately, a wicked idea took root in his mind.

“let me take you home,” he offered, his voice sweet, innocent—completely masking the real intentions brewing beneath.

“okay!” she beamed, excitement lacing her tone. “oh! i’ll introduce you to my dad too, if that’s okay? i’m sure he’ll love you!”

ran took another drag from his cigarette, letting the smoke curl past his lips as he watched her with amusement. he simply nodded, playing along. things were unfolding far smoother than he could have hoped. he could already picture the bastard’s face when she introduced him as her boyfriend. after everything her father had done to bonten—after the headache he’d caused by stirring conflict between him and koko over an unpaid debt—ran was going to enjoy every second of this.

once they were dressed, they headed out to ran’s car.

the ride to her house was quiet, save for the hum of the engine and the occasional sound of ran’s fingers tapping against the steering wheel. his other hand, however, rested on her inner thigh, his touch light yet possessive. and the craziest part? y/n didn’t mind. at all. despite the fact that she’d just met him tonight—and he was already her boyfriend, for fuck’s sake.

out of nowhere, she broke the silence. “how do you even know me, by the way?”

ran smirked, eyes still on the road. “you’re the mayor’s precious daughter. how could i not?”

“oh,” she muttered. “i just figured you wouldn’t care. y’know, since you’re older, probably busy with your adult life. honestly, i thought you might’ve been married or something…”

ran let out a low chuckle. “nah. well, thank god i’m not married, or i wouldn’t have been able to meet (fuck) you.” he shot her a wink, and just like that, her face burned.

smooth talker. how gullible of her.

soon, they pulled up in front of her house. big, grand—exactly what you’d expect from the mayor’s residence.

“wait, give me a sec.” she fished through her bag, pulling out a compact mirror. the moment she caught sight of the marks blooming along her collarbone and chest, her stomach dropped. “shit. my dad’s gonna kill me.”

ran only chuckled, shrugging off his coat and draping it over her shoulders. “there.”

she looked up at him, touched by the gesture. “thank you,” she said softly, slipping her arms into the sleeves.

ran leaned against the car door, tilting his head. “ready?”

before she could even answer, he stepped out and made his way to her side, opening the door for her.

what a gentleman. she felt warmth spread through her chest. funny, how even the bare minimum had her blushing. but could she blame herself? no guy had ever treated her like this before. they only ever saw her as the mayor’s daughter—an accomplishment to claim, someone to fuck just to say they did.

she approached the guard at the front door, her fingers laced with ran’s. “uh, where’s my dad?”

“he’s in the patio, ma’am.”

“okay, thank you.”

without hesitation, she stepped inside, pulling ran along with her. the house was as grand as ever. when she spotted her father outside, she slid open the glass door and called out, “dad! i’m home!”

her father turned, his face softening as he pulled her into a warm embrace. “happy birthday, sweetheart.”

they pulled away, and she smiled up at him. “dad, i want you to meet someone.”

he raised an eyebrow, curious. she turned slightly and signaled for ran to come over. he did, leisurely making his way toward them.

the moment her father saw him, all color drained from his face.

“dad, this is my boyfriend, ran haitani.”

ran bowed slightly, his smirk never faltering. “pleasure to meet you, sir.”

her father stood frozen, staring up at the tall man before him like he’d seen a ghost.

“dad?” she frowned. “are you okay?”

“y-yeah, honey. i’m okay.” his voice wavered, though. his hands trembled slightly at his sides.

because this—this was a nightmare.

ran haitani. the very man he had been running from. the man who had been threatening his life over the debts he couldn’t pay. the same debts that stemmed from his desperation, from his greed. he had gone to bonten himself, requested their help to get rid of his political opponent when it seemed like he was going to lose the election. and bonten did their job well—flawlessly, in fact. but the price? far more than he ever imagined. higher than his assets, higher than anything he could afford.

and the longer he didn’t pay, the higher the debt climbed.

and now—now that debt had walked right through his front door, holding his daughter’s hand.

“dad, i just need to fix something in my room. can you keep ran company for a bit? he’s staying over tonight,” y/n said casually.

“but, y/n—” her father started, but she was already hurrying upstairs, leaving him alone with ran.

the moment she was out of sight, his expression darkened. “what the hell are you doing here?” he hissed.

ran only smirked, “just here to collect what you owe me.”

“leave my daughter out of this! she’s only twenty!” his voice was low but seething, trying to keep his anger contained.

ran exhaled a quiet chuckle, his amusement barely hidden. “even better. never had a girl that young before.”

rage flared in the mayor’s eyes, and his fists clenched. he took a step forward, ready to throw a punch, but ran barely moved. “i wouldn’t do that if i were you,” he warned, his tone light but laced with something dangerous.

ran pulled out his phone, showing y/n’s father a video of him and his daughter from earlier. apparently, ran had placed a camera in the room, recording everything they did—from y/n doing drugs to them having sex.

ran smirked, watching the mayor’s face drain of color. he tilted his phone just enough for him to see before pulling it away. “relax,” he drawled, slipping the device back into his pocket. “i’m not that cruel. yet.”

the mayor swallowed hard, his eyes flickering with unease.

“one wrong move, and this goes public,” ran continued, voice smooth yet deadly. “your sweet little girl? ruined. and you? well, you’ll go down with her.” he let out a low chuckle. “wouldn’t want the city’s beloved mayor to have a scandal like this, huh? your precious daughter exposed?”

ran took a step closer, lowering his voice. “but let’s be real, that’s not even the worst of it.” his smirk widened. “see, i could just expose what you did. how you crawled to bonten, begged us to get rid of your opponent because you were too much of a coward to lose.”

the mayor’s face twisted in pure panic. “please, don’t!” he hissed, voice barely above a whisper. “and leave her out of this. i swear i’ll pay you. just give me time. i’ll give you whatever you want!”

“nah,” ran scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets. “the only good thing i got from all your bullshit is your daughter’s body. i’m keeping her.”

her father’s jaw clenched, but ran only chuckled, clearly entertained by his reaction.

before he could respond, y/n’s voice called from upstairs. “ran, come up here!!”

“that’s my cue,” ran grinned. “time for round two.”

he laughed as he walked away, leaving the mayor standing there, frozen in place. he’s done for sure…

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starkura · 8 months ago

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them giving you flowers for no reason

only did mikey, baji, and mitsuya bc i kinda gave up 😭

mikey

in front of you was mikey. he was holding a bright and colorful bouquet of flowers. there was no occasion for you to receive flowers from him. “did you do something wrong?” you questioned. mikey only gave you flowers on special occasions. he didn’t usually give you flowers out of the blue. maybe if he did something wrong, he’d give you flowers. “why are you asking that? im giving you flowers.” he said. “well, today’s isn’t any special day, so that only leaves me to think you did something.” you explained. he rolls his eyes at you playfully. “hey, i’m not always trouble!” he exclaimed. he took your hands and place the flowers in them. “take them before i change my mind.” he told you. you laugh at him lightly. he crosses his arms and looks at you. “you know I don’t need a reason to give you flowers, right?” he said. he sighed and rolled his eyes once more. “okay, okay. thank you for the flowers. i appreciate the thought mikey.” you smiled at him. “c’mon, let’s head home now.”

baji

“why are you giving me flowers?” you questioned. baji was at your front door holding out a bouquet of daisies. today wasn’t anything special, so you were curious as to why baji was randomly giving you flowers. “do i need a reason to?” he questioned. he gave you a confused look. did he really need a reason to give you flowers? “well, i don’t know. it’s kinda random. you didn’t do anything bad…did you?” you wonder. “pft! no! why would i? can’t i just give my wonderful partner some flowers just because?” he says. “you sure? you didn’t get into any fights or anything???” you say once more to make sure. “yes, i’m sure.” he said seemingly exhausted. you look at him once more to check that he’s telling the truth. by the looks of it, he seems to be truthful. “okay, okay, thank you for the random flowers kei.” you smiled. “finally, who wouldn’t love receiving flowers. why are you so skeptical?” he questioned. “well, why else would you give me flowers?” you said. baji sighed and looked at you. “you think so badly of me.” you laugh lightly and invite him inside.

mitsuya

“roses?” you asked. mitsuya turned to you. “for you.” he said. at first, you smiled warmly at him. however, your mind trailed off to your curiosity about the flowers. why did he give you flowers today? today was just a typical day, nothing special or unordinary. mitsuya never forgot to give you flowers on those special days like anniversaries or your birthday. this led you to think he did something wrong and you just don’t know about it yet. “mitsuya?” you called out. “yeah? what is it?” he replied. “why are you giving me flowers today? you didn’t do anything wrong… right?” you hesitate to ask. he looked at you blankly, and then lightly laughed at your question. “really? you think i got you flowers because i did something wrong? i would just tell you straight up if i did. i got the flowers for you because you seemed down lately. you sigh in relief. “sorry, i shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions.” you laugh it off. “it’s okay. how are you doing now?” he asked. “i’m doing better now, school’s just been stressful that’s all. thank you for the flowers! i shouldve thanked you properly before.” you say. “that’s good to hear, take care of yourself and take breaks when you need it, okay?” he reminded. “yeah, i will don’t worry!” you reassured.

#tokyo rev headcanons #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers x reader #baji keisuke #manjiro sano #mitsuya takashi #tokyo revengers mitsuya #mikey sano #tokyo revengers mikey #tokyo revengers baji #keisuke baji #takashi mitsuya #tokyo rev #tokyo rev hcs #tokyo manji gang #tokyo revengers x yn #tokyo revengers manjiro sano #tokyo revengers manga #headcanon

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xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx · 11 months ago

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Away From Preying Eyes - Mikey Way x Reader

Pairing: Mikey Way x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: angst to fluff/hurt comfort Word Count: 2 851 Warnings: loooots of kissing; lack of communication, use of y/n Summary: The way Mikey keeps hiding your relationship causes doubts for his feelings to rise A/N: As per popular demand… I wrote this some two years ago I think. There are a few more stories, that I should proofread and publish… someday. Also i just realised i haven't published anything since the last chapter of Killjoys... oops. sorry.

Mikey’s lips were soft on yours, kissing you sweetly. It had been literally weeks since he had last kissed you like this, all the times in between having been hurried, squeezing as much passion into a short kiss as possible.

But now you could tell he was taking his time, his hands on your waist as you were leaning against the side of the bus, his tongue swiping over your lips lazily. One of your hands was buried in his back pocket, and you almost smiled into the kiss as you remembered the look he had given you, when you had done so: surprised at your boldness, intrigued and definitely a little turned on.

It really was unfortunate that you had to sneak around like this, holding hands and sharing kisses and whispered compliments only when nobody was around who could have witnessed it. It had all started out at the beginning of tour, when after the set, which had been weirdly emotional for all of you, Mikey had pulled you aside, into the narrow space between two curtains, and kissed you for the first time. That’s how it had started, the sneaking around.

You had been more than thrilled at this development, after all you had liked Mikey for a long time, and it was exciting to have a secret the others didn’t know about. It felt like a game of hide and seek, and until about two weeks ago you had not minded the secrecy at all. But then Frank’s girlfriend Jamia had come to visit.

The two of them were definitely not the over the top, love-dovey couple, but you couldn’t help but notice the way Frank would kiss her hair absentmindedly while listening to someone else talk, or how she would hook her thumb in one of his trousers’ belt loops while they were walking or standing next to one another. It made you wonder what it would be like to have this with Mikey, and slowly doubts began raising, doubts you really didn’t want to have.

What was this to Mikey? Did he even see this as a relationship, or was it just a fun thing at the side?

Until then you had always assumed you were a couple, as valid as Frank and Jamia, even if nobody knew. But maybe that was the problem. Nobody knew. Even if Mikey wanted to be with you, properly, more than just a quick make-out session in the long, empty corridors of an arena, or deserted hotel hallways, why were you telling nobody? Was he… was he ashamed of you? You hated when these thoughts started pressing in, especially when it happened in moments like right now, when his kisses were so sweet and caring, that they left no doubt that this was so much more to him than just fun.

You tried shooing the thoughts away, but before you had truly succeeded, Mikey had pulled away.

“Is something wrong,” he asked, his eyes carefully scanning your face, searching for the smallest hint of discomfort.

“Nothing,” you smiled, hoping it was convincing enough. “Everything’s good.”

“Hey, something’s off, I can tell,” Mikey insisted, and gently nudged his nose against your cheek, an affectionate gesture you had quickly learnt to love. “What’s going on? Talk to me.”

You sighed. At the moment you really would have preferred continuing to kiss him than to talk about the stupid thoughts that had swarmed your mind. And they were stupid, you knew that. Every time Mikey touched you, or looked at you when you were alone, you knew that he cared deeply for you.

Maybe it was just the fear of giving your heart away and being left again. It had happened before.

Mikey cared for you, yes, but how could you know he cared for your as much as you cared for him? Well, you didn’t even expect him to love you the way you loved him. You just couldn’t help but wonder if this was something he wanted to pursue in the long run. And no matter how little you wanted to hear him tell you that it was just something that would last for the duration of this tour, he still deserved to hear your thought on the matter. So, you sighed again, and tilted your head, making space for Mikey as he trailed small kisses along your jaw towards your neck.

“It’s just- I can’t help but wonder-”

You were interrupted by the door to the bus jumping open, no six feet away from you.

Mikey’s reaction was immediate. Quicker than you were able to register, he had clamped one of his hands over your mouth, and – being taller than you – brought himself between the door and you, so you wouldn’t be spotted as easily. Even though the door blocked the view to whoever had opened it.

Those were the moments that really made you feel weird. The moments when Mikey was so quick to cover any and all interaction with you, never letting the others even get the faintest clue as to what was going on between the two of you. And for some reason, this time it stung more than before. If you only knew why he did that, why he was so keen on keeping your relationship, if it even was one to him, secret, then you absolutely wouldn’t have minded it but this way…

“(Y/N), Mikey!”

It was Frank, who had opened the door of the bus, but seemed to make no attempt at stepping outside. “(Y/N), Mikey! We’re gonna watch Dawn of the Dead!”

He waited a moment before he spoke something else, more muffled, and probably directed at the others inside the bus, before the door got pulled closed again.

“Let’s talk another time, alright,” Mikey suggested, still tense, but slightly more relaxed now, and you nodded. “You’ll go first?”

Again you nodded, quickly tucking at your shirt to make sure everything was in order, before you slipped past Mikey and headed towards the door of the bus. It had been stupid to think that Mikey and you might actually have a little time this once. You knew the others were waiting for you to come back from the drug store and for Mikey from saying hi to another band who had parked their bus not too far away on the festival grounds.

But maybe Frank had sort of saved you there. Otherwise, you would’ve had to tell Mikey how you felt about him, and especially after his reaction to almost having been found out just now, that felt even worse than confessing to your best friend.

With a last glance at Mikey, you pulled open the bus door, and climbed inside. Ray and Frank had already settled on the sofa, while Gerard was fumbling around with the TV.

“There you are,” Ray noticed and patted the empty seat next to him. “We already wondered what took you so long.”

“Couldn’t find the damn store,” you whined, dropping down next to Ray.

“Did you at least get what you were looking for,” Frank asked, before telling Gerard to try another button.

“Nope, they didn’t have my brand,” you lied. Of course the truth was that you had never looked for a drug store in the first place, and instead spent the past thirty minutes kissing Mikey. But now you could reuse the drug store excuse for the next time.

“Ugh, that sucks,” Frank rolled his eyes. “Oh, and have you seen Mikey? He’s been MIA since this morning.”

“No clue,” you shrugged, giving your best to sound indifferent. As if you didn’t know he was waiting outside just a little longer before coming in.

Indeed, just as Gerard had found the correct button on the old TV, Mikey opened the door, and with an apologizing hand gesture settled down between his brother and Frank.

While the others were focusing on the movie, you did your best not to look over at Mikey. You knew he had sensed something was up and would not stop asking about it before you told him the truth, and you were not sure you liked that prospect.

~*~

For two days you managed to escape Mikey. Two days in which you always managed to not get out of a situation with others, even though you knew he was waiting for you. You were evading him. Mikey knew that as well as you did. You knew eventually you’d have to talk to him, eventually you would have to ask him what this thing between you meant to him. Two days. And then your luck ran out in a dimly lit hotel corridor.

Mikey had waited in the open door to his room until you tried passing it on the way to yours, when he grabbed your wrist, and dragged you down the corridor and around the next corner. No rooms were here, only the small door to a broom closet. Nobody would look for you back here. And a huge potted plant gave you additional privacy.

You had let out a surprised squeal at him dragging you along all of a sudden, but you got quickly shut up by Mikey’s lips on yours. He was kissing you feverishly, as if it were the last time he ever would get to do it. You couldn’t blame him, after all, god knew what he had to think after you had evaded him for two days, not even allowing him his by now traditional post-show-kiss.

His hands were cradling your face, while he used the length of his body to keep you trapped against the wall, his lips desperately chasing yours. You kissed him back, suddenly not sure anymore how you had managed to deprive yourself of him for the past days.

Only when he was out of breath, did he pull away, leaning his forehead to yours with closed eyes.

“Talk to me,” he begged, his hands falling from your face to your waist, gently holding you there. Not forcefully, never forcefully. Rather the kind of touch that made it clear that he wanted to feel you, wanted you to stay, but would easily allow you to slip away, should you wish to do so. “What happened? What did I do?”

You swallowed thickly, opening your eyes to look at Mikey. His face was so close that you couldn’t focus on him properly, but you could make out his long dark lashes against his smooth skin, the slight stubble that grew on his cheeks. He looked troubled, even with eyes closed and as out of focus as he was right now, you could tell he looked troubled and worried.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, making him shake his head slightly.

“No, no. Don’t apologise,” Mikey disagreed. “You pulled away and there has to be a good reason for that. And I know it has to do with me, so don’t apologise, alright? I just- I want to fix it… if you’ll let me. I want to make things okay again. With us.”

“Is that really what you want,” you asked, finally pulling back a little.

Mikey’s eyes opened, and confused he looked at you.

“What?”

“Do you really want us?”

You could see the fraction of an inch that his eyes widened, the shock, the panic setting in, and almost instantly you felt bad for it. But this exact question had been plaguing you for too long now, so you had to ask it eventually.

“Yes, yes of course,” Mikey bubbled out. “Of course I want us. What- why would you think I didn’t?”

Ashamed you looked away. How the hell should you put all those thoughts and feelings into words, this fear of rejection, of just being a side-gig, the fear that he might be ashamed for you. How could you possibly put it into words without making it sound like you thought he was the bad guy in all of this?

A warm hand came up to your chin, and Mikey tilted your head up to look at him again.

“Why would you think I don’t love you?”

His words were like a knife through the heart, and you could feel tears rising.

“I just- you were so insistent on keeping everything a secret, it felt like-”

The moment the words had left your lips, realization hit Mikey and he groaned, and squeezed his eyes together, before he dropped his head backwards into his neck.

“Shit,” he swore quietly, “I knew I should’ve talked to you about it.” He took a deep breath and looked back at you; his brown eyes full of sorrow as they took you in. “It has absolutely nothing to do with you, it’s just- For as long as I can remember I was always Gerard’s little brother. Or My Chem’s bassist. Or Pete’s friend. And I love being these things. I love my brother, and I love the band and I love Pete, even though all three can really get on my nerves sometimes.

“But to other people I’m never more. I’m never Mikey. I’ve had girls want to date me just because then they’d get closer to my brother. As if he’d ever even think about doing something with a girl I was interested in at some point. Or interviewers ask me about everyone in the band but me. And whenever someone shows interest in me, it’s either because of Gee or because of the band.

“But with you I can just be myself, you know? I can just be Mikey. And- fuck, at first, I wasn’t sure if maybe I’m wrong this time too, that you’re just letting me kiss you because we’re in the same band, and maybe this doesn’t actually mean anything to you. But then we were in that studio, and you kissed my hand and I just knew that it you were actually looking at me-”

You remembered that interaction. A radio station had invited the band to record a song with them, and while everyone else had been busy setting up, you had snuck over to Mikey. It had been quick, the way you had taken his hand and pressed your lips to his knuckles.

You had been scared he’d be mad at you, since anybody could have seen, but the urge to show him some sort of appreciation had been overwhelming, and instead of getting mad, his cheeks had been dusted over a slight pink, so that a minute later Ray had asked if Mikey was feeling alright, or if he might be getting a fever.

“I’ve always been looking at you,” you interrupted Mikey quickly, making him smile sadly.

“I knew that then. I knew that, and it was, is, the most precious thing in my life. And I didn’t want to share it. We, the band, we spend so much time on such narrow space. We know literally everything about each other. But this – that you were looking at me for me – this was my secret, and I wanted to protect it so badly from preying eyes… And I completely forgot that to you it had to seem like I didn’t care enough or-”

Mikey broke off, unable to phrase the words both of you were thinking.

“It’s okay-”

“No, it’s not. Because I made you feel like you weren’t desired, and trust me, that’s as far away from the truth as it gets.”

“I made you feel awful too, not telling you what I was thinking and avoiding you for two days.”

“At least now I know why. So, if you want to tell the others, then I’m fine with that. I don’t feel quite ready for the rest of the world to know, but if that’s what you want, I’ll learn to-”

“It’s not,” you interrupted him. “It’s not what I want. We don’t even have to tell the others, not now at least. I wanted to know why we were keeping it a secret, and now I do. Hell, I can even understand how you feel, parts of it at least. And it’s okay for me to do it at your pace, as long as you promise it won’t last just for this tour.”

“I never meant for it to just last for this tour,” Mikey shook his head in disbelief. “Not with you. I love you too much for that.”

That was the second time now that he had said he loved you. Trying to keep your smile in check, you bit your lip before answering.

“I love you too, Mikey.”

He smiled then, brighter than you had ever seen him smile before, and leant in again, kissing you once more, slower, calmer this time, but with unguarded love, and still smiling, both of you finally certain that your feelings for one another were reciprocated.

A few meters away, Frank silently closed the door to his hotel room, giving a thumbs up to his band mates, letting them know Mikey and you had made up. They’d continue playing the oblivious fools for as long as Mikey and you needed them to.

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calico-cheriies · 9 months ago

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WASTED SUMMERS |Manjiro Sano x Reader Fanfic]

{Chapter one}

{Masterlist}

{WASTED SUMMERS Masterlist}

"Careful like an orchid, love survives forever. Age of paranoia, don't be such a modern stranger... oh angel..."

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The halls of school were buzzing as kids pushed past each other to get to their respective classes, some were standing in the halls chatting and others were sitting down, trying to keep their heads low to not be noticed. In the middle of the hall, there was a head of (H/c) shuffling through, that was you walking around with your head up high, your rather intense (E/c) eyes scanning the halls to look for the room number you were assigned to for the first period.

Despite having the room numbers memorized, you couldn't stop thinking of the numbers obsessively- it had to be right. Letting out a soft sigh, you pushed through a group of students who gathered in the front, probably just trying to catch up. But you were in no rush to see your classmates whom you'd been with since elementary school, so you passed through them.

(Y/N) (L/N), your name was known around the school as the top student, you were always the club president and the student body president, and of course the overachiever, to say the least.

Who knew how you did it...

But you seemed like the perfect student to all of those who knew you.

You let out a soft hum of pleasure as you pulled out a brand new notebook, of course you were excited as you ran your fingers over the top of the clean paper. You sat up straight while pulling out your pencil case and digging through to find that one favorite pencil of yours. The peace you felt at being back to school was unimaginable, and thus the focus started once you heard the familiar ring of the bell. So there you were, not hesitating to take down all the notes the teacher wrote down, and that's how it was until the middle of the day.

You were walking with your classmate and long-time friend, Tachibana Hinata. You two had met in elementary school and had been neighbors at one point, though unfortunately you had to move once middle school came around. But that didn't stop the two of you, in the moment you couldn't help but let out a soft laugh as the pink-haired female threw her arms around, talking about her boyfriend.

"I'm serious, (Y/N)! He showed up at my door crying... I think he got into another fight, and he defended me earlier..." Hina pouted before she stopped, causing you to stop as well. With a raised brow, you waved a hand in front of Hina's face. "Hello? What's wrong?" You waved your fingers more as Hina blinked and looked away in embarrassment. "I... I accidentally slapped a friend of his..." she admitted and that caused you to snicker, causing you to earn a glare. "Hina! How did that happen?" You started to pester Hina for details. It was only the first day of school, both of you still had the entire year and your usually calm friend had managed to create a strained relationship with a stranger.

The pinkette admitted that she thought Takemichi was getting bullied by these delinquents, and she ended up slapping the leader (causing you to immediately swear you were going to catch them and report them) but the pinkette assured you multiple times that it was a misunderstanding and Takemichi was defending her.

What a surprise.

You sighed before stopping in front of Hina, "Hina... don't you think it's dangerous that Hanagaki is hanging around those... boys?" You clearly seemed salty about the thought of those kids coming around and causing trouble, but you weren't going to stoop that low to call them names. Hina tilted her head, "Huh? Well yeah... but he's a good guy, and I trust that he picks good influences to be around..." her friend reasoned, which slightly satisfied you- for now.

Hina and you continued to your classes and separated. You both promised to meet up at the end of the day to walk home together since your house was on the way to her apartment. When you got out, you were gripping the straps of your messenger bag nervously before you noticed Hina.

Without thinking, you immediately waved before running over, "Hina!" Your voice happily called out, yet you didn't notice that two delinquents were standing close by. "(Y/N)!" Hina greeted before motioning you to look over to the two boys who were standing with Takemichi. "(Y/N), this is Draken and Mikey, these are Takemichi's new friends," she introduced and you bowed your head in a greeting. "Hello, I'm (L/N) (Y/N), it's a pleasure to meet you," you smiled at first, but then your smile tensed up once you finally recognized who was in front of you.

You took in no time in absorbing their appearance; Jackets that clearly didn't belong to school, but to a gang; tattoos, nikkapokka pants, and don't even get started on the unbutton oversized shirts!

What a mess!

"Ah... Ken-Chin... isn't this the class president?" the shorter blonde yawned before the taller one confirmed, "Yeah... the same one since middle school," he answered. You cleared your throat, you weren't acquainted with these two, nor did You have an interest in staying around them for too long anyway. "Well... good to meet you two," you eyed the blonde's. Hina let out a soft yet nervous laugh at sensing your wary attitude. "Well... let's start walking home, shall we?" the overjoyed pinkette grabbed your hand, "Right, (Y/N)?" she tugged you away from the two. Takemichi suddenly panicked and stopped his girlfriend, "Hina! W... Wait!" he stood in front of you two, "Let us walk you! It's getting dark fast you know..."

You wished you never went up to Hina... or agreed to Takemichi's insistence on having the gang members walk you home.

Takemichi ended up staying with Hina and the other one known as 'Draken' ended up leaving early because he got a call. Now you were stuck outside of Hina's apartment with the other gang member... Mikey was it?

"Say (Y/N)... you're quite the boring one," Mikey drawled out as the two of you walked down the stairs, you immediately whipped your head towards the blonde with an annoyed expression. "Huh!?" You stammered and stopped walking, but Mikey kept walking. "Hey!? You can't say stuff like that? I don't even know you," you didn't realize you sounded aggressive as you quickened your pace to catch up with the delinquent, clearly not appreciating his childish attitude! "Hmmm... but you don't do fun stuff," the boy pointed out and you rolled your eyes.

Sure... you didn't participate in the dangerous activities that these delinquents did but you loved your clubs and your hobbies. "That's not true... studying is fun and I can ice skate," you argued, but later became aware that you did indeed not have much to say, or rather your nerves prevented you from doing so.

You had to admit that despite your fiery attitude and your ability to voice your opinions in certain occasions, you just felt somewhat self conscious about what the delinquent would say in response to your rant. You were quite nerdy when it came to the things that you loved, and you felt that he just wouldn't care and tease you or something to that extent.

"Whatever... I'm walking home... you can leave... Mikey," you finally huffed, deciding that it wasn't worth to spill to someone like him before turning around to walk in the direction of your house. But you then heard Mikey's footsteps beside you, to which caused you to stop walking. "Hello? Don't be creepy, go home," you had to gently urge him but he shook his head, a lazy smile on his face. "Nah... it's fun seeing you get upset..." he then looked up ahead to the night sky. "Plus... it's dark, there's always creeps. It's Toman's responsibility to make sure that no girls get hurt..." he seemed proud to say while standing still, but soon found out that you were already walking ahead. "Hey!" he pouted before catching up to you, which didn't take much effort.

The walk was quiet, you didn't have anything to say and Mikey seemed to be enjoying the silence and the view of the town at night. Suddenly, Mikey decided to speak, "Oi...(Y/N)... what exactly do you do for fun?" he asked, sort of going back to the conversation they had in the beginning. It seemed that he had noticed you had wanted to say something. He wanted you to elaborate on your response from earlier, this caused you to tense up before turning to face him, "Well... I started to get into ice skating, not really much but I compete sometimes," you cautiously replied. "What about you? Do you go around beating up kids?" You asked, trying to sound sarcastic but it was easy to tell you were kidding around.

Mikey let out a small laugh, "Only if they deserve it, I mostly spend it with my friends or sister..." he shoved his hands into his pocket. They continued to talk, mostly about what they did for fun or things from the past that they found funny.

You closed your eyes to enjoy the warm breeze that flew past you for a moment, you loved the summer more than anything. You hated the cold and loved seeing the flowers and the different animals that came out. "I see... so we went to the same school but never crossed paths... that's funny," you admitted, you were sure you had never seen him around school or even heard his name.

"I don't ever remember seeing you... or ever hearing your name." You added, which caused Mikey to jokingly pout. "Huh? Surely you would have remembered this handsome face!" he bragged, to which you simply giggled. "Huh... I guess that's why you're not the smartest of the bunch... you always skippped." You teased him, your posture relaxing the more the conversation continued.

You suddenly stopped in front of your house, turning to Mikey and looking up at him, your eyes holding a gentler gaze. "Um... thanks for walking me home, Mikey," you bowed your head in gratitude and you flashed him a small smile. Mikey chuckled and shrugged his shoulders, "No problem... I'll see you around," he had a cocky grin on his face, "Don't miss me too much..." he waved before walking away. "Bastard..." you muttered but you didn't realize you were smiling and headed inside…

{Chapter two}

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dadyscumslutprincess20 · 2 years ago

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What Happens If You Tease Them| Tokyo Revengers Live action|Fem Reader

❦Includes: Draken , Mikey ,Baji , Takemichi, Akkun

CW:Fem!Reader , Teasing ,Fingering, name calling, hand job

~All characters are 18+

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❦Draken

❦ Draken’s not really the teasing type as he’s more over on the serious side then anything.. On the other hand your a tease no matter where you guys go, as you were sitting bored listening to Mikey as he gives a speech, quickly becoming bored as your eyes travel over to Draken as you notice his serious expression while his eyes scanned the crowd of men , as you start to feel your self becoming wet in your pantries quickly pulling out your phone , clicking on Draken’s contact as your start to send him dirty texts along with nudes attached from this morning , after pressing send you quickly place your phone in your pocket watching closely as he pulls out his phone , smirking as you notice his eyes become wide as he quickly goes back to a serious expression quickly typing on his phone ,after a few minutes he placed his phone back in his pocket giving you a quick glance that sent chills down your spine , hearing your phone ding as your break eye contact bring your lip as you read over the incoming message as your parties become more damp then before

❦Takemichi

❦We all know this fucker isn’t a teasing type AT ALL , but it’s not hard to get to the poor soul like any other day you went to Takemichi house where you would normally meet up but this time was different, his friends where over normally you would have fun even join in the conversation… but today you seemed to just stare at Takemichi as your mind starts to think of all the positions that he could put you in as he pounded in your wet cunt , letting out a soft whine which you were glad no one heard , as Akkun was picking out a movie , you quickly rush to grab a blanket, taking a seat next to Michi as you place the cover over both of you, while the movie played , bring you lip as the thoughts started to become worse biting your lip as your hand slowly reaches under the blankets slightly resting on his thigh as Takemichi turns to look at you with a confused expression while you continue to look at the tv as if nothings happening, after a few seconds you slowly slide your hand inside his shorts , insides his boxers as you grab a hold of his cock , rubbing the tip with your thumb ever so slowly causing Takemichi to jump slightly kneeing Makoto in the back of the head as he turns to give Takemichi a death glare”S-Sorry Makoto” rolling his eyes as Makoto turns back towards the tv , turning toward Takemichi as you give him a smirk, leaning close to his ear “Gotta be quiet pretty boy” leaning back against the couch as you face the tv still with a smirk , moving your hand up and down his cock slowly to not bring attention as Takemichi face turn bright red as he grabs and bites on the nearest pillow

❦Baji

❦ For some reason I feel like Baji is a bit of a tease , like he would purposely do this that he knows would make you weak to the knees , and to make matters worse no one exactly knew that you guys were a couple they all would assume you were just really close friends, As you were standing along side of Toman talking to Hina and Emma as the meeting was going on , Baji becoming bored as he eyes start to scan around the shrine , once his eyes found its target he gave off his famous smirk showing off his canines as he slowly walks over , acting as if he was trying to walk past , grabbing your waist as he moves past you making sure your feel his hard on against your plump ass as he goes by, causing you to choke on your words , eyes becoming wide as you quickly turn your head towards Baji as he gives you a quick wink as he smirks and heads back to where he should be , feeling your panties become damp as ypu continue to stare at Baji with a shocked expression leaving you now hot and bothered

❦Akkun

❦For some reason I feel like Akkun is a bit of a tease like Baji, except everyone knows which gives him more confidence then he already had , not really caring if the whole world see’s as long as they knew you were his he didn’t really care , slowly rubbing up and down your legs under the table causing chills to run down your spine it was no help that your were in a skin tight dress that stop mid thigh, quickly turning to look at Akkun as he gave you a side glance while continuing his talk with his friends who were also at the restaurant as we were celebrating Akkun grand opening for his salon , stoping his hand at your mid thigh as you try to shake Akkun hand away causing him to give your thigh a tight squeeze causing you to let out a yelp catching the attention of everyone around you , “Are you ok y/n” Takuya asks as they all look at your concerned giving a quickly nod as they all go back to there conversation, Akkun then slides his hand under your dress , quickly moving your panties to the side as he pushes a finger past your soaked lips , playing with your wet cunt as he slowly slides two fingers in your cunt causing you to choke on your drink as he looks at you , giving you the most innocent smile “You okay Baby girl”

❦Mikey

❦Now Mikey , it all depends on the day and his mood honestly, but there’s something about you wearing a sling tight sundress with splits on each side , rubbing up and down your waist as he watches Toman having fun and joking around pulling you closer to his hard on as you quickly look over your shoulder at Mikey as he’s paying you zero attention at all deciding to ignore him as you go back to playing games on your phone , Mikey then leans in your ear “Ypu know I could fuck you right now and no one could stop me” he says giving your ear a small lick as he leans back against his motorcycle still watching over the gang while your face heats up as you feel your panties becoming drenched from his words , trying your hardest to ignore the throbbing in your panties as you try your hardest to focus back on your game after a few minutes Mikey leans in your ear again this time moving your waist so your ass was moving on his boner “Meet me in the alley behind the shrine” He then moves your away as he walks for the exit heading for what you assumed was the alley

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